King Midas (eBook)

A romance

Upton Sinclair (Autor)

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2018
559 Seiten
Seltzer Books (Verlag)
978-1-4553-5734-5 (ISBN)

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Classic novel. According to Wikipedia: 'Upton Beall Sinclair, Jr. (1878 - 1968), was a prolific American author who wrote over 90 books in many genres and was widely considered to be one of the best investigators advocating socialist views. He achieved considerable popularity in the first half of the 20th century. He gained particular fame for his 1906 novel The Jungle, which dealt with conditions in the U.S. meat packing industry and caused a public uproar that partly contributed to the passage of the Pure Food and Drug Act and the Meat Inspection Act in 1906.'

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Classic novel. According to Wikipedia: "e;Upton Beall Sinclair, Jr. (1878 - 1968), was a prolific American author who wrote over 90 books in many genres and was widely considered to be one of the best investigators advocating socialist views. He achieved considerable popularity in the first half of the 20th century. He gained particular fame for his 1906 novel The Jungle, which dealt with conditions in the U.S. meat packing industry and caused a public uproar that partly contributed to the passage of the Pure Food and Drug Act and the Meat Inspection Act in 1906."e;

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  "And yet methinks I see it in thy face,   What them shouldst be: th' occasion speaks thee; and   My strong imagination sees a crown   Dropping upon thy head."

 

When Helen awoke upon the following morning, the resolution to withstand her aunt's urging was still strong within her; as she strove to bring back the swift events of the night before, the first discovery she made was a headache and a feeling of weariness and dissatisfaction that was new to her. She arose and looked in the glass, and seeing that she was pale, vowed again, "They shall not torment me in this way! I do not even mean that he shall propose to me; I must have time to realize it!"

 

And so firm was she in her own mind that she rang the bell and sent the maid to call her aunt. It was then only nine o'clock in the morning, and Helen presumed that neither Mrs. Roberts nor any of the other guests would be awake, they not being fresh from boarding school as she was; but the girl was so nervous and restless, and so weighed upon by her urgent resolution, that she felt she could do nothing else until she had declared it and gotten rid of the matter. "I'm going to tell her once for all," she vowed; "they shall not torment me any more."

 

It turned out, however, that Mrs. Roberts had been up and dressed a considerable time,--for a reason which, when Helen learned it, prevented her delivering so quickly the speech she had upon her mind; she noticed a worried expression upon her aunt's face as soon as the latter came into the room.

 

"What is the matter?" she asked, in some surprise.

 

"A very dreadful misfortune, my dear," said Mrs. Roberts; "I don't know how to tell you, you'll be so put out."

 

Helen was quite alarmed as she saw her aunt sink down into a chair; but then it flashed over her that Mr. Harrison might have for some reason been called away.

 

"What is it? Tell me!" she asked eagerly.

 

"It's Mr. Howard, my dear," said the other; and Helen frowned.

 

"Oh, bother!" she cried; "what about him?"

 

"He's been ill during the night," replied Aunt Polly.

 

"Ill!" exclaimed Helen. "Dear me, what a nuisance!"

 

"Poor man," said the other, deprecatingly; "he cannot help it."

 

"Yes," exclaimed Helen, "but he ought not to be here. What is the matter with him?"

 

"I don't know," was the reply, "but he has been suffering so all night that the doctor has had to give him an opiate."

 

The wan countenance of Mr. Howard rose up before Helen just then, and she shuddered inwardly.

 

"Dear me, what a state of affairs!" she exclaimed. "It seems to me as if I were to have nothing but fright and worry. Why should there be such things in the world?"

 

"I don't know, Helen," said the other, "but it is certainly inopportune for you. Of course the company will all have to leave."

 

"To leave!" echoed Helen; she had never once thought of that.

 

"Why, of course," said her aunt. "It would not be possible to enjoy ourselves under such very dreadful circumstances."

 

"But, Aunt Polly, that is a shame!" cried the girl. "The idea of so many people being inconvenienced for such a cause. Can't he be moved?"

 

"The doctor declares it would be impossible at present, Helen, and it would not look right anyway, you know. He will certainly have to remain until he is better."

 

"And how long will that be?"

 

"A week, or perhaps more," was the reply.

 

And Helen saw that her promised holiday was ruined; her emotions, however, were not all of disappointment, for though she was vexed at the interruptions, she recollected with sudden relief that she could thus obtain, and without so much effort of her own, the time to debate the problem of Mr. Harrison. Also there was in her mind, if not exactly pity for the invalid, at any rate the nearest to it that Helen had ever learned to feel, an uncomfortable fright at the idea of such suffering.

 

"I promise you," said Aunt Polly, who had been watching her face and trying to read her emotions, "that we shall only postpone the good time I meant to give you. You cannot possibly be more vexed about it than I, for I was rejoicing in your triumph with Mr. Harrison."

 

"I'm not worrying on that account," said Helen, angrily.

 

"Helen, dear," said Mrs. Roberts, pleadingly, "what can be the matter with you? I think anyone who was watching you and me would get the idea that I was the one to whom the fortune is coming. I suppose that was only one of your jokes, my dear, but I truly don't think you show a realization of what a tremendous opportunity you have. You show much more lack of experience than I had any idea could be possible."

 

"It isn't that, Aunt Polly," protested Helen; "I realize it, but I want time to think."

 

"To think, Helen! But what is there to think? It seems to be madness to trifle with such a chance."

 

"Will it be trifling to keep him waiting a while?" asked Helen, laughing in spite of her vexation.

 

"Maybe not, my dear; but you ought to know that every other girl in this house would snap him up at one second's notice. If you'd only seen them watching you last night as I did."

 

"I saw a little," was the reply. "But, Aunt Polly, is Mr. Harrison the only man whom I can find?"

 

"My husband and I have been over the list of our acquaintances, and not found anyone that can be compared with him for an instant, Helen. We know of no one that would do for you that has half as much money."

 

"I never said _he'd_ do for me," said Helen, again laughing. "Understand me, Auntie," she added; "it isn't that I'd not like the fortune! If I could get it without its attachment--"

 

"But, my dear, you know you can never get any wealth except by marriage; what is the use of talking such nonsense, even in fun?"

 

"But, listen," objected Helen in turn; "suppose I don't want such a great fortune--suppose I should marry one of these other men?"

 

"Helen, if you only could know as much as I know about these things," said Mrs. Roberts, "if you only could know the difference between being in the middle and at the top of the social ladder! Dear, why will you choose anything but the best when you can have the best if you want it? I tell you once for all I do not care how clever you are, or how beautiful you are, the great people will look down on you for an upstart if you cannot match them and make just as much of a show. And why can you not discover what your own tastes are? I watched you last night, child; anyone could have seen that you were in your element! You outshone everyone, Helen, and you should do just the same all your life. Can you not see just what that means to you?"

 

"Yes, Auntie," said Helen, "but then--"

 

"Were you not perfectly happy last night?" interrupted the other.

 

"No," protested the other, "that's just what I was going to say."

 

"The only reason in the world why you are not, my dear, is that you were tormenting yourself with foolish scruples. Can you not see that if you once had the courage to rid yourself of them it would be all that you need. Why are you so weak, Helen?"

 

"It is not weak!" exclaimed the other.

 

"Yes," asserted Mrs. Roberts, "I say it is weak. It is weak of you not to comprehend what your life is to be, and what you need for your happiness. It is a shame for you to make no use of the glorious gifts that are yours, and to cramp and hinder all your own progress. I want you to have room to show your true powers, Helen!"

 

Helen had been leaning over the foot of the bed listening to her aunt, stirred again by all her old emotion, and angry with herself for being stirred; her unspoken resolution was not quite so steady as it had been, tho like all good resolutions it remained in her mind to torment her.

 

She sprang up suddenly with a very nervous and forced laugh. "I'm glad I don't have to argue with you, Auntie," she said, "and that I'm saved the trouble of worrying myself ill. You see the Fates are on my side,--I must have time to think, whether I want to or not." It was that comfort which saved her from further struggle with herself upon the subject. (Helen much preferred being happy to struggling.) She set hurriedly to work to dress, for her aunt told her that the guests were nearly ready for breakfast.

 

"Nobody could sleep since all the excitement," she said. "I wonder it did not wake you."

 

"I was tired," said Helen; "I guess that was it."

 

"You'll find the breakfast...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 1.3.2018
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Anthologien
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Klassiker / Moderne Klassiker
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Romane / Erzählungen
• ISBN-10: 1-4553-5734-0 / 1455357340
• ISBN-13: 978-1-4553-5734-5 / 9781455357345