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Then
the
twain
smiled
most
wisely
,
a
choice
bit
between
them
.
Ruza
Nikoforitch
was
jealous
.
The
reasons
why
a
girl
of
Roberta
's
type
should
be
seeking
employment
with
Griffiths
and
Company
at
this
time
and
in
this
capacity
are
of
some
point
.
For
,
somewhat
after
the
fashion
of
Clyde
in
relation
to
his
family
and
his
life
,
she
too
considered
her
life
a
great
disappointment
.
She
was
the
daughter
of
Titus
Alden
,
a
farmer
--
of
near
Biltz
,
a
small
town
in
Mimico
County
,
some
fifty
miles
north
.
And
from
her
youth
up
she
had
seen
little
but
poverty
.
Her
father
--
the
youngest
of
three
sons
of
Ephraim
Alden
,
a
farmer
in
this
region
before
him
--
was
so
unsuccessful
that
at
forty-eight
he
was
still
living
in
a
house
which
,
though
old
and
much
in
need
of
repair
at
the
time
his
father
willed
it
to
him
,
was
now
bordering
upon
a
state
of
dilapidation
.
The
house
itself
,
while
primarily
a
charming
example
of
that
excellent
taste
which
produced
those
delightful
gabled
homes
which
embellish
the
average
New
England
town
and
street
,
had
been
by
now
so
reduced
for
want
of
paint
,
shingles
,
and
certain
flags
which
had
once
made
a
winding
walk
from
a
road
gate
to
the
front
door
,
that
it
presented
a
decidedly
melancholy
aspect
to
the
world
,
as
though
it
might
be
coughing
and
saying
:
"
Well
,
things
are
none
too
satisfactory
with
me
.
"
The
interior
of
the
house
corresponded
with
the
exterior
.
The
floor
boards
and
stair
boards
were
loose
and
creaked
most
eerily
at
times
.
Some
of
the
windows
had
shades
--
some
did
not
.
Furniture
of
both
an
earlier
and
a
later
date
,
but
all
in
a
somewhat
decayed
condition
,
intermingled
and
furnished
it
in
some
nondescript
manner
which
need
hardly
be
described
.
As
for
the
parents
of
Roberta
,
they
were
excellent
examples
of
that
native
type
of
Americanism
which
resists
facts
and
reveres
illusion
.
Titus
Alden
was
one
of
that
vast
company
of
individuals
who
are
born
,
pass
through
and
die
out
of
the
world
without
ever
quite
getting
any
one
thing
straight
.
They
appear
,
blunder
,
and
end
in
a
fog
.
Like
his
two
brothers
,
both
older
and
almost
as
nebulous
,
Titus
was
a
farmer
solely
because
his
father
had
been
a
farmer
.
And
he
was
here
on
this
farm
because
it
had
been
willed
to
him
and
because
it
was
easier
to
stay
here
and
try
to
work
this
than
it
was
to
go
elsewhere
.
He
was
a
Republican
because
his
father
before
him
was
a
Republican
and
because
this
county
was
Republican
.
It
never
occurred
to
him
to
be
otherwise
.
And
,
as
in
the
case
of
his
politics
and
his
religion
,
he
had
borrowed
all
his
notions
of
what
was
right
and
wrong
from
those
about
him
.
A
single
,
serious
,
intelligent
or
rightly
informing
book
had
never
been
read
by
any
member
of
this
family
--
not
one
.
But
they
were
nevertheless
excellent
,
as
conventions
,
morals
and
religions
go
--
honest
,
upright
,
God-fearing
and
respectable
.
In
so
far
as
the
daughter
of
these
parents
was
concerned
,
and
in
the
face
of
natural
gifts
which
fitted
her
for
something
better
than
this
world
from
which
she
derived
,
she
was
still
,
in
part
,
at
least
,
a
reflection
of
the
religious
and
moral
notions
there
and
then
prevailing
--
the
views
of
the
local
ministers
and
the
laity
in
general
.
At
the
same
time
,
because
of
a
warm
,
imaginative
,
sensuous
temperament
,
she
was
filled
--
once
she
reached
fifteen
and
sixteen
--
with
the
world-old
dream
of
all
of
Eve
's
daughters
from
the
homeliest
to
the
fairest
--
that
her
beauty
or
charm
might
some
day
and
ere
long
smite
bewitchingly
and
so
irresistibly
the
soul
of
a
given
man
or
men
.
So
it
was
that
although
throughout
her
infancy
and
girlhood
she
was
compelled
to
hear
of
and
share
a
depriving
and
toilsome
poverty
,
still
,
because
of
her
innate
imagination
,
she
was
always
thinking
of
something
better
.
Maybe
,
some
day
,
who
knew
,
a
larger
city
like
Albany
or
Utica
!
A
newer
and
greater
life
.
And
then
what
dreams
!
And
in
the
orchard
of
a
spring
day
later
,
between
her
fourteenth
and
eighteenth
years
when
the
early
May
sun
was
making
pink
lamps
of
every
aged
tree
and
the
ground
was
pinkly
carpeted
with
the
falling
and
odorous
petals
,
she
would
stand
and
breathe
and
sometimes
laugh
,
or
even
sigh
,
her
arms
upreached
or
thrown
wide
to
life
.
To
be
alive
!
To
have
youth
and
the
world
before
one
.
To
think
of
the
eyes
and
the
smile
of
some
youth
of
the
region
who
by
the
merest
chance
had
passed
her
and
looked
,
and
who
might
never
look
again
,
but
who
,
nevertheless
,
in
so
doing
,
had
stirred
her
young
soul
to
dreams
.
None
the
less
she
was
shy
,
and
hence
recessive
--
afraid
of
men
,
especially
the
more
ordinary
types
common
to
this
region
.
And
these
in
turn
,
repulsed
by
her
shyness
and
refinement
,
tended
to
recede
from
her
,
for
all
of
her
physical
charm
,
which
was
too
delicate
for
this
region
.
Nevertheless
,
at
the
age
of
sixteen
,
having
repaired
to
Biltz
,
in
order
to
work
in
Appleman
's
Dry
Goods
Store
for
five
dollars
a
week
,
she
saw
many
young
men
who
attracted
her
.
But
here
because
of
her
mood
in
regard
to
her
family
's
position
,
as
well
as
the
fact
that
to
her
inexperienced
eyes
they
appeared
so
much
better
placed
than
herself
,
she
was
convinced
that
they
would
not
be
interested
in
her
.
And
here
again
it
was
her
own
mood
that
succeeded
in
alienating
them
almost
completely
.
Nevertheless
she
remained
working
for
Mr.
Appleman
until
she
was
between
eighteen
and
nineteen
,
all
the
while
sensing
that
she
was
really
doing
nothing
for
herself
because
she
was
too
closely
identified
with
her
home
and
her
family
,
who
appeared
to
need
her
.
