Two of those same girls had been her bridesmaids. The only reason her husband did not consult her about his business was that she did not wait to be consulted. . It was different where we were raised, but the boys have got no advantages here, an' if you don't take care, they'll grow up to be greenhorns. Why, you couldn't have been much bigger'n our Billy then.
No debtor ever haggled with his usurer more doggedly than did Hester with her husband in behalf of her sons. In her desire to indulge her boys she had unconsciously assumed a defensive and almost hostile attitude towards her husband. Wilella Sibert Cather was born in Back Creek Valley Gore , Virginia, in December 7, 1873. She left the bill lying on the table where William had placed it. I remember I went up to Back Creek to see the circus wagons go by.
The only reason her husband did not consult her about his business was that she did not wait to be consulted. William set his boys a wholesome example to respect their mother. Hester blew out the lamp and sat still in the dark a long time. When supper was but half over little Billy, the youngest, had suddenly pushed back his plate and slipped away from the table, manfully trying to swallow a sob. For years they had talked of nothing else but butter and eggs and the prices of things, and now they had as much to say to each other as people who meet after a long separation. I had most forgot about it.
Then she sat down by the bed and listened to his deep, regular breathing until she heard the boys returning. So it came about that many of the foolish, unnecessary little things that Hester bought for boys, she had charged to her personal account. I had most forgot about it. No debtor ever haggled with his usurer more doggedly than did Hester with her husband in behalf of her sons. I remember I went to one myself once, when I was little. Since the children had begun growing up, her conversation with her husband had been almost wholly confined to questions of economy and expense. If you would like to participate, you can edit one of the articles mentioned below, or visit the project page, where you can join the project and contribute to the to talk over new ideas and suggestions.
They talked on and on; of old neighbors, of old familiar faces in the valley where they had grown up, of long forgotten incidents of their youth—weddings, picnics, sleighing parties and baptizings. She rose and went softly into the room where William lay. The strategic contest had gone on so long that it had almost crowded out the memory of a closer relationship. William set his boys a wholesome example to respect their mother. Hester went into the parlor and took the piece of mosquito net from the basket of wax apples and pears that her sister had made before she died.
I had done a good deal of fox hunting the winter before, and father let me keep the bounty money. Oh, I know Jim Howley's boys get drunk an' carry on when they go, but our boys ain't that sort, an' you know it, William. I recall I had to take them boots off as soon as I got out of sight o' town, and walked home in the mud barefoot. The peripheral caracters are shown just once or a few times in the story. After supper the boys had gone to the pond under the willows in the big cattle corral, to get rid of the dust of plowing.
So it came about that many of the foolish, unnecessary little things that Hester bought for boys, she had charged to her personal account. I don't see how you can expect 'em to be steady and hard workin', unless you encourage 'em a little. Their relationship had become purely a business one, like that between landlord and tenant. She went out to meet them and warn them not to waken their father. This exchange of confidences to-night, when common recollections took them unawares and opened their hearts, had all the miracle of romance. I mind I had on a pair of new boots that hurt me like the mischief, but I forgot all about 'em when that fellow rode the donkey.
Your father says you can go to the show. I recall I had to take them boots off as soon as I got out of sight o' town, and walked home in the mud barefoot. In later life, she experienced much negative criticism for her conservative politics and became reclusive, burning some of her letters and personal papers, including her last manuscript. He was sleeping heavily, but occasionally moved his hand before his face to ward off the flies. Her novels on frontier life brought her to national recognition. She rocked violently and sent her long needle vigorously back and forth over her gourd, and it took only a very casual glance to see that she was wrought up over something.
She had a painful sense of having missed something, or lost something; she felt that somehow the years had cheated her. People who knew him very well suspected that he even admired her. If you enjoy this story, and have not read any other Cather … then do move on to her novels. But she was too vigorous a woman to be much of a strategist, and she usually came to her point with directness. When supper was but half over little Billy, the youngest, had suddenly pushed back his plate and slipped away from the table, manfully trying to swallow a sob.