Family life -- Fiction; Farm life -- Fiction; Marriage -- Fiction
"What debts can there be between husband and wife? Come now, let us
look at the matter sensibly. I don't want to frighten you. Things
will go on much the same. We can take quiet rooms, I will bring work
to you instead of your having to go after it. It's nobody's business
but our own. We've not a circle of relations to consult or invite. We
can go to some parsonage, the minister's family will be the witnesses;
then I'll leave you at your room as usual, and no one will be any the
wiser till I've found a place where we can go to housekeeping. That
won't be long, I can tell you."
He placed the matter in such a simple, natural light that she did not
know how to refuse.
"Perhaps I do not love you as much as you ought to be loved, and
deserve to be in view of all your kindness," she tried to explain. "I
feel I ought to be very truthful and not deceive you in the least, as I
know you would not deceive me." So strong a shiver passed through his
frame that she exclaimed, "You are taking cold or you don't feel well."
"Oh, it's nothing!" he said hastily, "only the night air, and then a
fellow always feels a little nervous, I suppose, when he's asking for
something on which his happiness depends. I'm satisfied with such
feeling and good will as you have for me, and will be only too glad to
get you just as you are. Come, before it is too late in the evening."
"Is your heart bent on this, after what I have said, Wilson?"
"Yes, yes, indeed!" clasping her hand and drawing her to her feet.
"It would seem very ungrateful in me to refuse, after all you have done
for me and mother, if you think it's right and best. Will you go to
the minister whose church I attended, and who came to see mother?"
"Certainly, anyone you like," and he put her hand on his arm and led
her away.
The clergyman listened sympathetically to her brief history of Ostrom's
kindness, then performed a simple ceremony which his wife and daughters
witnessed. As they were about to depart he said, "I will send you a
certificate."
"Don't trouble yourself to do that," said the groom. "I'll call for it
some evening soon."
Never had she seen Ostrom in such gay spirits as on their return; and,
woman-like, she was happy chiefly because she had made him happy. She
also felt a glad sense of security. Her mother's dying wish had been
fulfilled; she had now a protector, and would soon have a home instead
of a boarding place among strangers.
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