By Elia Wilkinson Peattie
Elia Wilkinson Peattie used to be a prolific fiction author who unique her reviews as a girl within the West in dozens of essays, brief tales, and novels. In "A Mountain Woman," Peattie provides us the enjoyable story of a cosmopolitan long island urban architect who marries a country yet eminently functional lady from the mountains of Colorado and brings her again to the East to mingle with excessive society. [C:\Users\Microsoft\Documents\Calibre Library]
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I don't mean not another girl, you know. But you are the first being I ever cared for. I sometimes think mother cares for me because I pay the rent. And the office -- you can't imagine what that is like. The men in it are moving corpses. They're proud to be that way, and so was I till I knew you and learned what life was like. All the happy moments I have had have been here. Now, if you tell me that we are not to care for each other --" There was some one coming down the hall. The curtain lifted.
She was sixteen then, and she followed the for- tunes of a certain adventurer who found it advisable to sail for Montreal. Ninon had been bored back in Paris, it being dull in the mantua-making shop of Madame Guittar. If she had been a man she would have taken to navigation, and might have made herself famous by sailing to some unknown part of the New World. Being a woman, she took a lover who was going to New France, and for- got to weep when he found an early and vio- lent death. And there were others at hand, and Ninon sailed around the cold blue lakes, past Sault St.
The billiard cue was in David's hand, and the skull of the jester was split, a horrible gaping thing, revolt- ingly animal. David never saw his home again. His mother gave it out in church that her heart was broken, and she wrote a letter to David begging him to reform. She said she would never cease to pray for him, that he might return to grace. He had an attorney, an impecunious and very aged gentleman, whose life was a venerable failure, and who talked so much about his personal inconveniences from indigestion that he forgot to take a very keen interest in the concerns of his client.