Gaut Gurley; Or, the Trappers of Umbagog: A Tale of Border LifeThompson, Daniel P. (Daniel Pierce)
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Gaut Gurley; Or, the Trappers of Umbagog: A Tale of Border Life
Thompson, Daniel P. (Daniel Pierce)
Frontier and pioneer life -- Fiction; Maine -- Fiction; Trappers -- Fiction
"Why, that was the thing I could understand least of all. The young man is
well enough, I suppose, but I thought you had looked to have Avis make more
of herself, and do better for us. She is still young, and we don't know
what chances she may have. If she and the young man should keep on
intimate, and set their hearts on it, I don't know that I should oppose it
much; but what object we can have in helping it on, I can't, for the life
of me, see. I have not said a word against it, because I saw that you were
for it. But, if I had been governed by my own notions, I should have sooner
discouraged than helped it on."
"I suspected so; and, for that reason, as well as others, I see I must tell
you a secret, which the Elwoods themselves don't know, and which I meant
should never pass my lips; and, when I tell it to you, see that it never
passes yours. That young man, Claud Elwood, whom you think so ordinary a
match, is heir to a large property. A will is already executed making him
so."
"Is that so, Gaut?"
"Yes, I have known it for months. I made the discovery before I decided to
move here."
"It is a wonder how you could keep it from me."
"Humph! It is a greater wonder how I came to tell you at all, and I fear I
shall yet repent it; but things had come to a pass that seemed to make it
necessary."
"But who is the man, and where, who is going to give the young man such a
property?"
"It is not for you to know. I have told you enough for all my purposes. And
this brings me back to your first question, when I admitted that there was
one thing which had not gone to my liking. There _was_, indeed, one thing
that disturbed and vexed me; and that was the discovery I made, over there,
today, that Elwood's wife is an enemy to me. I contrived all ways to get
speech with her, but she studiously avoided giving me a chance, nor was I
able once even to catch her eye, that I might give her a friendly nod of
recognition. I know she never wished me about, in former times, but I then
attributed her coldness to the pride of the rich over the poor. But I now
think it was because she hated me. I am satisfied she is an enemy, at
heart; and will, for that reason, prove a secret and I fear dangerous
opposer to a match which will connect me with her family, unless something
is done to reconcile her."
"How can that be done?"
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