A frontier knight : $b A story of early Texan border-lifeBlanchard, Amy Ella
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A frontier knight : $b A story of early Texan border-life
Blanchard, Amy Ella
Mexican War, 1846-1848 -- Juvenile fiction; Siblings -- Juvenile fiction; Texas -- Juvenile fiction; Western stories
“I quite appreciate your sisterly concern for your brother’s offspring,
Miranda,” returned Mr. Brown, “yet viewing it from a disinterested
standpoint, I think Alison is right.” Mr. Brown had studied for the
ministry in his youth, but owing to ill health had never completed his
course. However, he had never lost a certain ministerial manner, and a
strong tendency to give opinions upon moral questions.
The farm belonged to Mrs. Brown, but was successfully managed by her
husband.
“We do not grudge you a home. I hope you understand that,” Mrs. Brown
remarked. “I should be deficient in respect to my brother, as well as
in doing my duty, if I did not offer you freely a home with me. I have
already said that having no children of my own I shall make a will in
your favor if you remain with me, though I do not wish you to think I
desire to buy your presence by favors.”
“I understand it all, dear aunt,” said Alison, quite willing to show
responsiveness to any affection which Mrs. Brown might feel for her,
“but there are only the three of us, and, as Uncle Brown says, if
Christine were to fall ill, I should be miserable if I knew I had
failed her when she needed me. I thank you very heartily, but I believe
my place is with my sister and brother.”
“We will say no more about it, then,” said Mrs. Brown, “except that if
you change your mind any time within the next two years you will find
my home open to you. I will not stand in the way of what you believe to
be your duty at the present moment, but time may work changes. When do
you expect John, Christine?”
“He thought he would be able to make all arrangements so as to be here
at the end of the week,” Christine told her.
“And we shall be ready to start next week,” Alison added.
No further reference was made to the subject that evening, but the next
day Mrs. Brown came to her nieces in a fine passion. “Which of you has
been trying to lure Louisa away?” she asked angrily.
“Neither of us,” spoke up Alison. “She told me yesterday that she was
free now, and meant either to go with us or to go to a place where she
could earn wages; then, later, she said she had decided to go wherever
we did.”
“I am sure I don’t know what John will say,” Christine put in. “He
surely cannot tote three women down to Texas, and I, for one, am very
sorry Lou has any such notion.”
Mrs. Brown was somewhat mollified. “Well, I am glad to know you have
no hand in it,” she said. “Of course I’ve known for some time that I
couldn’t expect to keep her much longer. Old Maria needs some one to
save her steps, and cannot do much out of the kitchen. I suppose I can
get another orphan bound out to me, but it is ungrateful of Louisa, I
must say, after all I have taught her. I have given her a home, too,
all these years.”
“But she has earned her board and clothes, hasn’t she?” said Alison,
ready to champion Louisa.
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