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Saxe Holm's Stories

Saxe Holm's Stories

Jackson, Helen Hunt

Paperback

Classic FictionGeneral Fiction

ISBN10: 1717314716
ISBN13: 9781717314710
Publisher: Createspace
Published: May 15 2018
Pages: 236
Weight: 0.71
Height: 0.50 Width: 6.00 Depth: 9.00
Language: English
When Draxy Miller's father was a boy, he read a novel in which the heroine was a Polish girl, named Darachsa. The name stamped itself indelibly upon his imagination; and when, at the age of thirty-five, he took his first-born daughter in his arms, his first words were--I want her called Darachsa. What! exclaimed the doctor, turning sharply round, and looking out above his spectacles; what heathen kind of a name is that? Oh, Reuben! groaned a feeble voice from the baby's mother; and the nurse muttered audibly, as she left the room, There ain't never no luck comes of them outlandish names. The whole village was in a state of excitement before night. Poor Reuben Miller had never before been the object of half so much interest. His slowly dwindling fortunes, the mysterious succession of his ill-lucks, had not much stirred the hearts of the people. He was a retice'nt man; he loved books, and had hungered for them all his life; his townsmen unconsciously resented what they pretended to despise; and so it had slowly come about that in the village where his father had lived and died, and where he himself had grown up, and seemed likely to live and die, Reuben Miller was a lonely man, and came and went almost as a stranger might come and go. His wife was simply a shadow and echo of himself; one of those clinging, tender, unselfish, will-less women, who make pleasant, and affectionate, and sunny wives enough for rich, prosperous, unsentimental husbands, but who are millstones about the necks of sensitive, impressionable, unsuccessful men. If Jane Miller had been a strong, determined woman, Reuben would not have been a failure. The only thing he had needed in life had been persistent purpose and courage. The right sort of wife would have given him both.

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