A Woman's Life-Work — Labors and Experiences of Laura S. HavilandHaviland, Laura S. (Laura Smith)
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A Woman's Life-Work — Labors and Experiences of Laura S. Haviland
Haviland, Laura S. (Laura Smith)
Freed persons; Haviland, Laura S. (Laura Smith), 1808-1898; Underground Railroad
his father never know it, and any other goods she needed. As his father
was going to New York for a new supply of goods, he would supply her
with other goods to make up until his father's new goods came, then he
would hire a dressmaker to make up her silk dresses. All this she fully
believed, as from a true and faithful lover, to whom she had given her
heart's best and purest affections. She said, "A number of days I
hesitated, because I wanted to tell my mother all about it, but he
persisted in leaving Cleveland secretly, and return on our bridal trip
to surprise my mother and that cruel stepfather. At last I foolishly
consented, to my ruin and sorrow, for I haven't seen one moment of
peace since I was deserted by that man;" and again bathed herself in
tears. Recovering herself, she continued, "I wouldn't have my mother
know this for the world. She is a good Christian woman. She's a
Methodist, and has seen a sight of trouble with my stepfather; and, if
she knew this, it would break her heart." On further inquiry I found he
brought her to this house as an excuse to keep her secluded until they
were about to be married, when he would pay her board a few days in the
finest hotel in the city. "The next day after our arrival he brought me
a beautiful lawn dress-pattern and a package of other material for me
to make up while waiting for his father's goods. And not till then had
he offered in word or act any thing amiss from a perfect gentleman. It
was the next day after our arrival in this city, and to this house,
that he proposed to live two weeks as if we were married, as it would
be about a week or two at longest when the goods would be here, and he
would get one of two dressmakers to prepare me for my wedding. I cried
two days over this proposition, and by this time I had learned the
character of this house. Here I was, a stranger to every body, but
still had confidence in my new friend; and again, to my bitter sorrow,
I yielded. But day after day of anxious waiting passed until two weeks
expired, and no new goods yet, but another lawn dress-pattern came for
me to make for myself, and another two weeks rolled away with only
hearing (he said) that the goods were on the way. But at the close of
the third two weeks he was missing. Daily I waited his coming. At
length I went on the street. I inquired for his name and the name of
his father's store, when, to my utter astonishment, no such store or
names were found in the city. Here in a strange place, deserted,
ruined, and filled with shame, I had no heart to go to my friends." She
had been here six months. I advised her not to remain in this house
another twenty-four hours.
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