Dime novels; Romances; Social classes -- Fiction; Young women -- Conduct of life -- Fiction
“They are not worthy the name, then, nor a regret,” and the delicate red
lips curled with infinite scorn, yet there was the faintest perceptible
quiver upon them, and a wistful look in the dark, beautiful eyes.
Would Aspasia go with the rest?
“Do you not care if you lose them?” Aspasia asked eagerly.
“I have had many kind and dear ones, but if they have loved my
prospective fortune more than they have loved me, the sooner I find it
out the better. At all events, this calamity, if it can be so termed,
will show me the true and the false.”
“And you will not feel degraded to go out and earn your pittance,
perhaps a dollar a day, with your own hands?”
“No. My hands may grow hard and rough with the toil, but my heart will
be the same.”
“Brownie Douglas, you are a splendid girl, and I love you a thousand
times more at this moment than I ever did in my life before. I am
prouder of you as a friend, prouder of you without a penny to-day, than
I was yesterday when I thought you worth a million!” exclaimed Miss
Huntington, impulsively, as she threw her arms around her friend and
embraced her fervently.
This broke Brownie down completely, and she sobbed wildly for a few
minutes.
“Dear, Asia,” she said, at length, wiping her tears, “I thought surely,
when you were talking about caste and the degradation of toil you were
speaking your own thoughts. We have loved each other so well, that the
idea of losing your friendship was very painful to me.”
“Forgive me if I for the moment pained you. I have read of people being
above such feelings upon the loss of all their earthly goods, but I
never believed it, and I was testing you. I truly prize you more in your
misfortune than I ever did before. You have taught me a lesson to-day
which I shall not soon forget. Your example toward the poor and
unfortunate has always troubled my conscience, and henceforth I shall
shorten my trains and extend my charities.”
“I am glad to hear you say this, Asia, for you have the means at your
command to do great good,” replied Brownie, her face now radiant at this
proof of true friendship.
“Well, but I’m afraid the lesson will not be lasting if you do not
follow it up with others, and so, my darling, I am going to propose that
you go home to stay with me. No, you needn’t refuse,” she continued,
putting her hand playfully over Brownie’s lips, “on the score of being
dependent, for you know papa has plenty, and would never feel it in the
world. He would be delighted, for he has always admired you intensely.”
“Aspasia, I know it will hurt you deeply to have me refuse this
kindness, but indeed it cannot be, dear. My mind has been made up from
the first to earn my bread ‘by the sweat of my brow,’ and nothing can
change it,” Brownie answered, decidedly.
“But if he desires you to come as a companion and a help to me?” urged
Aspasia, earnestly.
Brownie laughed aloud at the idea, in spite of her sadness.
“A companion, Aspasia, when your home is already full!”
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