I've Been Thinking; or, the Secret of SuccessRoe, A. S. (Azel Stevens)
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I've Been Thinking; or, the Secret of Success
Roe, A. S. (Azel Stevens)
Conduct of life -- Fiction; Diligence -- Fiction; Success -- Fiction
Dave was naturally of a kind nature, but had been bred among those who
were rough and rude; his manners, of course, were more or less tinctured
by his education; his associates were such as would be likely to lead
him into wild adventures and corrupt practices. The only counteracting
influence had been that which the widow exerted over him; and his
conduct towards her evinced a kindness of feeling, and a sensibility to
better things, which those who saw him among his wild companions would
never have imagined. The heart of the widow yearned over him, and she
never lost the hope that David Cross would one day rise above his
present ways.
And besides all this, there was in his heart a strong and long-enduring
attachment for Hettie; he had been fond of her when but a girl; and his
interest for her had become an absorbing feeling of his heart. During
her long stay at Mr. Rutherford's, he had never lost sight of her; but
having either business to attend to for his father in that region, or
feigning it for his own ends, he would frequently take small parcels or
trifling errands from the mother to the daughter, and many a precious
bundle of good things had he brought from Hettie, through the kindness
of Mrs. Rutherford, to comfort and cheer the widow. He was, therefore,
by no means an unwelcome visitor at either house; his personal
appearance was not unpleasant--a manly, open countenance, a kind manner,
mingled indeed with some roughness, and a fearless, straightforward,
animated way, calculated to make a favorable impression. Hettie seemed
always glad to see him; so much so, that many of the family firmly
believed that she had other feelings towards him than mere neighborly
kindness. Mrs. Rutherford knew her heart in this matter, and was
convinced that such was not the case.
Hettie indeed did not love him, nor did she feel that she ever could;
and was careful to do nothing that might give him occasion to indulge a
false hope in regard to her. David had, as I have said, sympathized with
William on his sick bed; he it was who had brought Hettie home, and day
and night, with Henry Tracy, had been untiring in doing every thing for
their relief.
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