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Lady Baltimore

Chapter 3 Kings Port Talks

Word Count: 3802    |    Released on: 19/11/2017

er when I made my first round of calls between half-past three and five--an experience particularly regrettable, since I had hurried my own dinner on purpose,

ng seen in the extra looking-glass, which I had been obliged to provide for myse

tor came up the steps, a beautiful old lad

id she, in a manner at o

, ma

n't always ring," she explained, "unless o

he free censoriousness which civilized people of consequence are apt to exercise the world over. "I was sorry to miss your visit," she began (she knew me, you see, perfectly); "you will please to come again soon, and console me for my disappointment. I am Mrs. Gregory S

agine that!"

thquake did it. You're spared earthquakes in the North, as you seem to be spared pretty much everything disastrous--except the prosperity that's going to ruin you all. We're better off with our poverty than you. Just ring the bell once more, and then we'll go. I fancy Julia--I fancy Mrs. Weguelin St. Michael--has run out to stare at the Northern steam yacht in the harbor. It would be just like her. This house is historic itself. Shabby enough now, to be sure! The great-aunt of my cousin, John Mayrant (who is going to be married next Wednesday, to such a brute of a girl, poor boy!), lived here in 1840, and made an answer

my spirit rejoiced; she was so beautiful, and so easy, and afraid of nothing and nobody! (This must b

ss fear! Well, I was already afraid of Mrs. Gregory St. Michael. As we walked and she talked, I made one or two attempts at conversation, and speedily found that no such thing was the lady's intention: I was there to listen; and truly I could wish nothing more agreeable, in spite of my desire to hear further about next Wednesday's wedding and the brute of a girl. But to this subject Mrs. St. Michael did not return. We crossed Worship Street and Chancel Street, and wer

-day, Maria!" said the othe

welcomed me to Kings Port. "Take him home with you, Julia. We pulled your bell three times, and it's too damp for you to be out. Don't forget," Mrs. Gregory said to me, "that you haven't told me a word about your Aunt Carola, and that

e must have been!" I murm

st-cousin-once-removed put the Earl of Mainridge in his place at her father's ball in 1840. Miss Beaufain (as she was then) asked the Earl how he liked America; and he replied, very well, except for the people, who were so vulgar. 'What can you expe

ver hear

e them. They have sometimes managed to make it extend through an unbroken year. Newport, I am credibly informed, greatly admires her

er type?"

ooga. I hope you will come to see me another day, when you can spare time from the battle of Cowpens. I am Mrs. Weguelin St. Michael, the other lady is Mrs. Gregory St. Michael. I wonder if you will keep

ad at first; from his whole person one got at once a strangely romantic impression. He looked at me, made as if he would speak, but passed on. Probably he had been hearing as much about

lf. I did not catch this lady's name, and she confined herself to a distant, though perhaps not unfriendly, greeting. S

his town of admirable old-fashioned propriety. In New York, in Boston, in Philadelphia, ladies of seventy won't be old ladies any more; they're unwilling to wear their years avowedly, in quiet dignity by their firesides; they bare their

talked to me, and her friend's reference to it had left me somewhat at a loss. That better precision and choice of words which I have mentioned, and the manner in which she announced her opinions, had put me in mind of several fine ladles whom I had known in othe

e while, and I had complimented the balmy March weather and the wealth of blooming flowers; "

ings were useless to me. "And, if I may be so b

at she did not permit herself to smile, and that she let me see this repression.

thinking of

n cities are greater, and their population is much greater. There are but few of us in Kings Port." In these last words she pl

asure to see and hear h

e other side. My niece is a beginner at the Exchange. We hope that she will fulfil her duties

ing. "I had not, until now, known t

ightly. "I am glad that

yes!" I e

th her. She is of good fa

oon noticed) imparted to the word "up-country" cannot be conveyed except by the human voice--and only a Kings Port voice at that. It is a much lighter dam

eel that I shall kn

is possible. But although we may talk of ourselves to y

his choice," I now threw out. My accidental words proved as miraculous as the staff which once smote the rock. It was a stream, indeed, which now broke forth from her stony discretion. She began easily.

ly stated," continued the old lady. "But since John's engag

h any more; but my min

d for myself, knowing him and believing in him as I do, I feel confident that he

utright. "But--the c

s. I suppose some one has explained to you her pretensions of birth. Away from Kings Port she may pass for a native of this place, but they come from Georgia. It cannot be said that she has met with encouragement from us; she, however, easily recovers from such things. The present generation of young people in Kings Port has little enough to remind us of what we stood for in manners and customs, but we are not accountable for her, nor for her father. I believe that he is called a general. His conduct at Chattanooga was conspicuous for personal pr

lp crying out, "I th

happy." At this point a very singular look came over the face of my hostess, and she continued: "There have been many false reports (and false hop

n, nothing?"

House, and a penny or two

I now once aga

ved such a thing possible!" she exclaimed; and she went into a long, low, contemplative laugh, looking not at me, but at the fire. Our silent companion continued t

an--?" I couldn't

poverty at him until he o

ow. "That--that--the cake--and t

u can find me anything that they ha

--which had broken forth; and I think that her silent, severe sister scarcely approved of such breaking forth to me, a stranger. But indignation had worn her r

will 'get out of it

ested stupidly. "He doesn't look like tha

ourse, he is honorable--a great deal too much so for his own good. It is a misfortune, nowadays, to be born a gentleman in America. But, as I told you, I am not solicitous. What she is counting on--because she thinks she understands true Kings Port honor, and does not in t

Did I understand you to say that

at is just precisely what would make him--do yo

urmured. "What

sily. "Oh, no. You will

. And at this point the other, the more severe and elderly lady, made her contribution to my entertainment. She had kept silence, I now felt sure, because gossip was neither her

d, is your first v

her tha

s been thought a place worth seeing. There is

assured her that I did n

then) put the Earl of Mainridge in his place, at the reception which her father gave the English visitor in 1840. The Earl conducted himself as so many Eng

id Miss Beaufain; 'we're d

e that your Northern beauties

g expressed my appreciation of the anecdote, I moved

word for me. "Do not l

ed at my watch and found that for this da

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“S. Weir Mitchell With the Affection and Memories of All My Life To the Reader You know the great text in Burns, I am sure, where he wishes he could see himself as others see him. Well, here lies the hitch in many a work of art: if its maker--poet, painter, or novelist--could but have become its audience too, for a single day, before he launched it irrevocably upon the uncertain ocean of publicity, how much better his boat would often sail! How many little touches to the rigging he would give, how many little drops of oil to the engines here and there, the need of which he had never suspected, but for that trial trip! That's where the ship-builders and dramatists have the advantage over us others: they can dock their productions and tinker at them. Even to the musician comes this useful chance, and Schumann can reform the proclamation which opens his B-flat Symphony. Still, to publish a story in weekly numbers previously to its appearance as a book does sometimes give to the watchful author an opportunity to learn, before it is too late, where he has failed in clearness; and it brings him also, through the mails, some few questions that are pleasant and proper to answer when his story sets forth united upon its journey of adventure among gentle readers. How came my hero by his name? If you will open a book more valuable than any I dare hope to write, and more entertaining too, The Life of Paul Jones, by Mr. Buell, you will find the real ancestor of this imaginary boy, and fall in love with John Mayrant the First, as did his immortal captain of the Bon Homme Richard. He came from South Carolina; and believing his seed and name were perished there to-day, I gave him a descendant. I have learned that the name, until recently, was in existence; I trust it will not seem taken in vain in these pages. Whence came such a person as Augustus? Our happier cities produce many Augustuses, and may they long continue to do so! If Augustus displeases any one, so much the worse for that one, not for Augustus. To be sure, he doesn't admire over heartily the parvenus of steel or oil, whose too sudden money takes them to the divorce court; he calls them the 'yellow rich'; do you object to that? Nor does he think that those Americans who prefer their pockets to their patriotism, are good citizens. He says of such people that 'eternal vigilance cannot watch liberty and the ticker at the same time.' Do you object to that? Why, the young man would be perfect, did he but attend his primaries and vote more regularly,--and who wants a perfect young man? What would John Mayrant have done if Hortense had not challenged him as she did? I have never known, and I fear we might have had a tragedy. Would the old ladies really have spoken to Augustus about the love difficulties of John Mayrant? I must plead guilty. The old ladies of Kings Port, like American gentlefolk everywhere, keep family matters sacredly inside the family circle. But you see, had they not told Augustus, how in the world could I have told--however, I plead guilty. Certain passages have been interpreted most surprisingly to signify a feeling against the colored race, that is by no means mine. My only wish regarding these people, to whom we owe an immeasurable responsibility, is to see the best that is in them prevail. Discord over this seems on the wane, and sane views gaining. The issue sits on all our shoulders, but local variations call for a sliding scale of policy. So admirably dispassionate a novel as The Elder Brother, by Mr. Jervey, forwards the understanding of Northerners unfamiliar with the South, and also that friendliness between the two places, which is retarded chiefly by tactless newspapers. Ah, tact should have been one of the cardinal virtues; and if I didn't possess a spice of it myself, I should here thank by name certain two members of the St. Michael family of Kings Port for their patience with this comedy, before ever it saw the light. Tact bids us away from many pleasures; but it can never efface the memory of kindness.”
1 Chapter 1 A Word About My Aunt2 Chapter 2 I Vary My Lunch3 Chapter 3 Kings Port Talks4 Chapter 4 The Girl Behind The Counter--15 Chapter 5 The Boy Of The Cake6 Chapter 6 In The Churchyard7 Chapter 7 The Girl Behind The Counter--28 Chapter 8 Midsummer-Night's Dream9 Chapter 9 Juno10 Chapter 10 High Walk And The Ladies11 Chapter 11 Daddy Ben And His Seed12 Chapter 12 From The Bedside13 Chapter 13 The Girl Behind The Counter--314 Chapter 14 The Replacers15 Chapter 15 What She Came To See16 Chapter 16 The Steel Wasp17 Chapter 17 Doing The Handsome Thing18 Chapter 18 Again The Replacers19 Chapter 19 Udolpho20 Chapter 20 What She Wanted Him For21 Chapter 21 Hortense's Cigarette Goes Out22 Chapter 22 Behind The Times23 Chapter 23 Poor Aunt Carola!24 Chapter 24 Post Scriptum