Good for evil : $b or, Rose CottageLeslie, Madeline
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Good for evil : $b or, Rose Cottage
Leslie, Madeline
Children's stories; Christian life -- Juvenile fiction; Faith -- Juvenile fiction; Young women -- Juvenile fiction
I cannot say that he did not have misgivings: concerning the
future;—that there were not moments when he realized that honor would
have required him to gain the brother's consent before he confessed
his love to Gertrude;—that prudence required him to establish himself
in business, and be sure that he could support a family before he
undertook the responsibility of one;—that he did not sometimes question
himself whether he could trust his own heart with the care of one so
young and undisciplined. Occasionally the recollection of his own
overbearing temper would cause him to pause, before he subjected a
child, he really loved, to its chilling influence; but one glance
in her bewitching eyes; one tone of her clear, silvery voice would
dissipate all doubt; and his resolution would be stronger than ever to
win her if it was in his power.
When Miss Goldby came forth from her closet, having left her cares
at the foot of the cross, she found Paul and Gertrude walking slowly
back and forth across the piazza; their tones low but earnest; their
attention wholly absorbed. As she busied herself in laying the table
for supper, an occasional glance showed her how lovingly he bent his
tall head toward her girlish form; and her heart went up to God with
the petition:
"May his affection for her deepen and grow more fervent from this
hour." For, understanding Gertrude as she did, she knew as well as if
the young couple were already standing before their minister, that they
would be married at no distant day.
Edward did not make his appearance until they were seated at the table;
longer delay on his account being inexpedient on account of Gertrude's
evening engagement, which as yet had never been postponed. When he
did come in, he took his seat gravely; his face pale, but calm. He
had been going over his whole acquaintance with Paul; and had come to
the conclusion that Hannah was right, in her opinion. Dudley, though
an agreeable friend to one of his own sex, was neither fitted by
education nor by native refinement of feeling to make a wife happy. He
was resolved, therefore, positively to refuse his consent; and if his
wishes were set at nought, to appeal to her guardian, an old gentleman
in New York city, one of his father's most valued friends.
"We waited for you as long as we could," explained Gertrude, laughing
in her brother's serious face. "This is my night to go away; and I
always try to be punctual."
"I was the one in fault," he answered without a smile, "and by the
way, that reminds me that I must engage a music teacher from the city
for you at once. A few quarters of thorough drilling will turn you out
quite a brilliant performer."
Gerty glanced uneasily in Paul's face and then meeting her brother's
eye, blushed deeply, rising to hide her embarrassment.
"Put on your knit sacque," urged Hannah. "There will be a fog. Hiram
will be there for you at nine, as usual."
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