General stores -- Fiction; Married people -- Fiction; West (U.S.) -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
"Thank you--very much. But how do you s'pose I felt next mornin' after
wakin' up with the feelin' that this world was Paradise, an' that it
couldn't be true that there were such things as sin an' sorrow an'
trouble, an' then seein' the whole front of my mornin' paper covered
with the Claybanks cyclone, an' nothin' to tell who was killed an' who
was spared! 'Twas nigh on to seven o'clock when I saw the news, an'
for a few minutes I did the hardest, fastest thinkin' I ever did in my
life. I sent you a despatch, hopin' that you were among the saved, an'
by eight o'clock I was at Mary's house. She'd seen the paper, so she
wasn't surprised to see me. She was just startin' for the store, so I
walked along with her, an' I said:--
"It couldn't have come at a more awful time, so far as my feelin's are
concerned, but the Claybanks people are my own people, after a fashion,
an' some of 'em need me--that is, they'll get along better if they have
me to talk to for a while. Will you forgive me if I hurry out to them?
You won't think me neglectful, or less loving than I've promised to be,
will you?' Then what did that blessed woman do but quote Scripture at
me--'Whither thou goest I will go, an' where thou lodgest I will lodge,
and thy people shall be my people.' 'Twas a moment or two before I took
it all in; then I said, to make sure that I wasn't dreamin', 'Do you
mean that you'll marry me--to-day--an' go out to Claybanks with me by
this evenin's train?' An' she said, 'Could I have said it plainer?' By
that time we were in a hoss-car, so I couldn't--"
"Caleb!" again exclaimed Mrs. Wright, warningly.
"All right, my dear; I won't say it. I didn't know, until afterward,
that Mrs. Somerton had been fillin' Mary up with letters about me an'
my supposed doin's for some of the folks out here. I don't doubt that
those stories were powerful influential in bringin' things to a head.
Well, while she went to the store to give notice to quit, an' to have a
fuss, perhaps, all on my account, I went to a newspaper office to find
out if any more news had come since daylight began. I wanted to know
the worst, whatever it was, an' when they told me that nobody was dead,
so far as could be learned, I wanted to wipe up part of the floor of
that newspaper office with my knees, an' I didn't care a continental
who might see me do it, either.
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