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Federal treasury。 But whether Frank liked it or not Rhett was a frequent caller。
Ostensibly it was Miss Pitty he came to see and she had no better sense than to believe it and give herself airs over his visits。 But Frank had an uncomfortable feeling that Miss Pitty was not the attraction which brought him。 Little Wade was very fond of him; though the boy was shy of most people; and even called him “Uncle Rhett;” which annoyed Frank。 And Frank could not help remembering that Rhett had squired Scarlett about during the war days and there had been talk about them then。 He imagined there might be even worse talk about them now。 None of his friends had the courage to mention anything of this sort to Frank; for all their outspoken words on Scarlett’s conduct in the matter of the mill。 But he could not help noticing that he and Scarlett were less frequently invited to meals and parties and fewer and fewer people came to call on them。 Scarlett disliked most of her neighbors and was too busy with her mill to care about seeing the ones she did like; so the lack of calls did not disturb her。 But Frank felt it keenly。
All of his life; Frank had been under the domination of the phrase “What will the neighbors say?” and he was defenseless against the shocks of his wife’s repeated disregard of the proprieties。 He felt that everyone disapproved of Scarlett and was contemptuous of him for permitting her to “unsex herself。” She did so many things a husband should not permit; according to his views; but if he ordered her to stop them; argued or even criticized; a storm broke on his head。
“My! My!” he thought helplessly。 “She can get mad quicker and stay mad longer than any woman I ever saw!”
Even at the times when things were most pleasant; it was amazing how completely and how quickly the teasing; affectionate wife who hummed to herself as she went about the house could be transformed into an entirely different person。 He had only to say: “Sugar; if I were you; I wouldn’t—” and the tempest would break。
Her black brows rushed together to meet in a sharp angle over her nose and Frank cowered; almost visibly。 She had the temper of a Tartar and the rages of a wild cat and; at such times; she did not seem to care what she said or how much it hurt Clouds of gloom hung over the house on such occasions。 Frank went early to the store and stayed late。 Pitty scrambled into her bedroom like a rabbit panting for its burrow。 Wade and Uncle Peter retired to the carriage house and Cookie kept to her kitchen and forbore to raise her voice to praise the Lord in song。 Only Mammy endured Scarlett’s temper with equanimity and Mammy had had many years of training with Gerald O’Hara and his explosions。
Scarlett did not mean to be short tempered and she really wanted to make Frank a good wife; for she was fond of him and grateful for his help in saving Tara。 But he did try her patience to the breaking point so often and in so many different ways。
She could never respect a man who let her run over him and the timid; hesitant attitude he displayed in any unpleasant situation; with her or with others; irritated her unbearably。 But she could have overlooked these things and even been happy; now that some of her money problems were being solved; except for her constantly renewed exasperation growing out of the many incidents which showed that Frank was neither a good business man nor did he want her to be a good business man。
As she expected; he had refused to collect the unpaid bills until she prodded him into it; and then he had done it apologetically and half heartedly。 That experience was the final evidence she needed to show her that the Kennedy family would never have more than a bare living; unless she personally made the money she was determined to have。 She knew now that Frank would be contented to dawdle along with his dirty little store for the rest of his life。 He didn’t seem to realize what a slender fingerhold they had on security and how important it was to make more money in these troublous times when money was the only protection against fresh calamities。
Frank might have been a successful business man in the easy days before the war but he was so annoyingly old…fashioned; she thought; and so stubborn about wanting to do things in the old ways; when the old ways and the old days were gone。 He was utterly lacking in the aggressiveness needed in these new bitter times。 Well; she had the aggressiveness and she intended to use it; whether Frank liked it or not。 They needed money and she was making money and it was hard work。 The very least Frank could do; in her opinion; was not to interfere with her plans which were getting results。
With her inexperience; operating the new mill was no easy job and competition was keener now than it had been at first; so she was usually tired and worried and cross when she came home at nights。 And when Frank would cough apologetically and say: “Sugar; I wouldn’t do this;” or “I wouldn’t do that; Sugar; if I were you;” it was all she could do to restrain herself from flying into a rage; and frequently she did not restrain herself。 If he didn’t have the gumption to get out and make some money; why was he always finding fault with her? And the things he nagged her about were so silly! What difference did it make in times like these if she was being unwomanly? Especially when her unwomanly sawmill was bringing in money they needed so badly; she and the family and Tara; and Frank too。
Frank wanted rest and quiet。 The war in which he had served so conscientiously had wrecked his health; cost him his fortune and made him an old man。 He regretted none of these things and after four years of war; all he asked of life was peace and kindliness; loving faces about him and the approval of friends。 He soon found that domestic peace had its price; and that price was letting Scarlett have her own way; no matter what she might wish to do。 So; because he was tired; he bought peace at her own terms。 Sometimes; he thought it was worth it to have her smiling when she opened the front door in the cold twilights; kissing him on the ear or the nose or some other inappropriate place; to feel her head snuggling drowsily on his shoulder at night under warm quilts。 Home life could be so pleasant when Scarlett was having her own way。 But the peace he gained was hollow; only an outward semblance; for he had purchased it at the cost of everything he held to be right in married life。
“A woman ought to pay more attention to her home and her family and not be gadding about like a man;” he thought。 “Now; if she just had a baby—”
He smiled when he thought of a baby and he thought of a baby very often。 Scarlett had been most outspoken about not wanting a child; but then babies seldom waited to be invited。 Frank knew that many women said they didn’t want babies but that was all foolishness and fear。 If Scarlett had a baby; she would love it and be content to stay home and tend it like other women。 Then she would be forced to sell the mill and his problems would be ended。 All women needed babies to make them completely happy and Frank knew that Scarlett was not happy。 Ignorant as he was of women; he was not so blind that he could not see she was unhappy at times。
Sometimes he awoke at night and heard the soft sound of tears muffled in the pillow。 The first time he had waked to feel the bed shaking with her sobbing; he had questioned; in alarm: “Sugar; what is it?” and had been rebuked by a passionate cry: “Oh; let me alone!”
Yes; a baby would make her happy and would take her mind off things she had no business fooling with。 Sometimes Frank sighed; thinking he had caught a tropic bird; all flame and jewel color; when a wren would have served him just as well。 In fact; much better。
CHAPTER XXXVII
IT WAS on a wild wet night in April that Tony Fontaine rode in from Jonesboro on a lathered horse that was half dead from exhaustion and came knocking at their door; rousing her and Frank from sleep with their hearts in their throats。 Then for the second time in four months; Scarlett was made to feel acutely what Reconstruction in an its implications meant; made to understand more completely what was in Will’s mind when he said “Our troubles have just begun;” to know that the bleak words of Ashley; spoken in the wind…swept orchard of Tara; were true: “This that’s facing all of us is worse than war—worse than prison—worse than death。”
The first time she had come face to face with Reconstruction was when she teamed that Jonas Wilkerson with the aid of the Yankees could evict her from Tara。 But Tony’s advent brought it all home to her in a far more terrifying manner。 Tony came in the dark and the lashing rain and in a few minutes he was gone back into the night forever; but in the brief interval between he raised the curtain on a scene of new horror; a curtain that she felt hopelessly would never be lowered again。
That stormy night when the knocker hammered on the door with such hurried urgency; she stood on the landing; clutching her wrapper to her and; looking down into the hall below; had one glimpse of Tony’s swarthy saturnine face before he leaned forward and blew out the candle
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