Domestic fiction; New England -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
"Then I wrote, saying the rest of them might go so, and I would keep
Davie for some better chance; or, if his father said so, I would keep
him altogether, and do for him till he was old enough to do for himself.
Well, quicker than ever an answer came before, a letter came, saying
`No!'--Davie must come with the rest. He saw his way clear to do well
by all his boys. Farming was a better thing out West than in New
England. He wanted all his boys.
"Afterwards I thought of two or three ways I might have taken to keep
the child with me, but nobody encouraged me much to undertake it; and I
saw no better way at the time than just to go with them myself a part of
the way, especially as a gentleman, who had to do with western
railroads, offered me a free ticket to Chicago and back. The squire and
Mrs Peabody said all they could to put me off the notion.
"`Ruby,' said she, `if you go, you'll marry Ezra Stone.'
"`That's his idea, anyway,' said the squire; `and Ruby, don't you do
it.'
"`I know Ezra Stone,' said I, thinking all the time that what they said
might be true. And so it was.
"Ezra met us at Chicago; and as soon as I saw his face I felt sick at
the thought of letting Myra's children go off with him alone. `What
kind of a woman will he put over them?' said I to myself.
"Well, you know all about it. I did marry him, right there in Chicago.
He didn't say much. Nothing he could have said would have had much
influence with me one way or another. But I saw Myra's eyes looking at
me every time that Jim or the baby smiled at me, and I couldn't let them
all go away alone to I didn't know who or what. No, he didn't say much;
and afterwards he rather twitted me with being ready the minute I was
asked. I don't suppose I should have done any different if I had known
just all that was before me. I wasn't a free agent in the matter.
"Yes--oh, yes!--I laid the matter before the Lord, or I thought I did.
I knew that I wasn't going to have any easy time, and that it wasn't my
own pleasure I was seeking; and that made me feel as though I was just
trying to do my duty, and that the Lord would see me through. Yes, I
was self-willed about it. I was faithless, I suppose, and afraid just
to leave the boys in God's hands. Oh, yes, He did see me through; and
more than made up for the trouble I had to endure, and I wouldn't have
anything different from all that He sent me! But I am making a long
story, and there isn't really much to tell.
"The next three years was just a dead level. Nothing happened but just
summer and winter, and seed-time and harvest. But such harvests! Full
and rich beyond any experience we had ever had of harvests. High prices
were given too, and much money must have come in. But with that part of
it the boys and I had nothing to do. There was nothing but hard work,
early and late, to show as far as we were concerned.
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