Harold Titus

Harold Titus

Summary

Portrait of Harold Titus Harold Titus Built Upon a Rock (1921)

Joe was so astonished at first that he could not understand, and when he did realize, he was mildly angry; but Mary's sullen front weakened his assurance, and before her growing rebellion he became helpless. She would not live always in a shanty; she would not have babies; she would not miss all that other girls were having.
“But, Mary!”—alarmed. “You got a home. What else you want, Mary?”
Home! Having a house did not make a home! She wanted a better house, wanted him to be sweller. No place was a real home unless you had a good time in it.
“We got ducks, Mary, and firewood.
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Portrait of Harold Titus Harold Titus Built Upon a Rock (1921)

But occasionally, when choked by spring ice, the current rises to break impeding jams, and then the water backs up over the flats, exercising its seigniority.
The houses are huddled closely together, probably because the Bohemians who first squatted there were frugal of land even though it cost them nothing; but a fanciful visitor might see in the crowding a conscious recognition of the River's threat. They are built mostly of materials which have rendered service elsewhere, and around each house is a picket fence, made mostly of boards salvaged at flood-time.
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Portrait of Harold Titus Harold Titus Built Upon a Rock (1921)

Joe retained all his native ideals and ambitions and after he was sure of Mary, he wanted a home more than anything else. Not this!—with a grimace at the cluttered room—but a house with a yard, and ducks.
MARY thought this fine, but it was too bad things cost so! A lot was impossible, let alone a house. She had known a girl, though, whose folks had lived down on the flats, and they had kept ducks. This recollection resulted in a solution of their problem, and they arranged to buy for a trifle a vacant house under a poplar tree in the row nearest the River.
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