Chit-Chat; Nirvana; The SearchlightHolt, Mathew Joseph
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Chit-Chat; Nirvana; The Searchlight
Holt, Mathew Joseph
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Cornwall, at the end of two weeks, made up his mind to propose; and
Rosamond, expecting it, had decided she would accept--if he would
consent to defer the marriage a couple of years.
Strange that Cornwall and Bradford should each have decided to propose
at the same time and place; that is, the night of his dance and on the
bench in the garden. Bradford, because he expected to leave the
following Monday, his stay already having consumed more than the
intended two weeks; Cornwall, thinking that he would first like to show
Rosamond through his home.
While they were decorating the house, in which Mrs. Neal, Dorothy and
Rosamond assisted Mrs. Cornwall, he showed her over the house and
grounds and, pointing out the bench in the arbor, said: "Tonight,
Rosamond, at eleven I shall bring you out here and ask you something.
Watch the time and save that dance for me. If you do not, I may take it
for your answer."
When the hour came he claimed the dance. After dancing a minute or two,
they passed into the dining-room and out the side door into the moonlit
garden.
As they drew near the arbor they heard Bradley say: "This was my dream,
Dorothy." Cornwall, thinking of Dorothy's dream of two years before, and
remembering what she had recently said to him about dreams, was slightly
startled. He let go Rosamond's arm and unconsciously turned towards the
house. Rosamond, surprised and conscious of some subtle change in his
mood, suggested that they return to the ballroom.
Bradford, without giving Dorothy time for thought, brought her into the
garden and told his dream of the night before.
"Last night I came directly home after I left you and went to my room.
Feeling I could not sleep, I sat in the window, looking out upon the
moonlit mountain side and the silent river, the moon seeming to make a
path of silver on the water to the base of the little trail up the
mountain where yesterday I told you that our friendship, at least to me,
grew stronger with each succeeding day. Then I said the simple prayer my
mother had taught me when a little boy and went to bed and to sleep.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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