In Beaver Cove and ElsewhereCrim, Matt (Martha Jane)
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In Beaver Cove and Elsewhere
Crim, Matt (Martha Jane)
Georgia -- Fiction; Short stories, American
She smiled faintly at the recollection. There were others hidden deep in
her heart. Nobody knew that in those school days she had cherished many
romantic fancies about Josiah Williamson, or what a blow it was to her
when he went off and married a girl from another settlement. She had
been on friendly terms with his wife, and had so far overcome her own
feelings as to feel deeply, sincerely grieved when she died. Mr.
Williamson dismounted and stood at her side.
"I don’t know as I’d tell Jabez I overheard his plans if I were you.
Maybe we can fix up the matter without that," he said, persuasively.
"I cannot have Permely cheated out of her happiness," she said.
"She shall not be cheated, I promise you."
But apparently his promise amounted to very little, as Mr. Galer went on
maturing his plans, inviting young Black to his house, and sending away
to Atlanta for Pamela’s wedding outfit. His conscience smote him for
his duplicity when the girl rapturously thanked him for his goodness; he
wondered what she would say when she discovered the trick played upon
her.
"Pshaw! she’ll be glad enough for it when she comes to her senses.
Women are never sane when they fancy they are in love."
Mr. Williamson behaved in the most discreet and admirable manner,
showing only the interest of a familiar, elderly friend in Pamela’s
approaching marriage; but Miss Jane went about in a nervous,
half-terrified way that attracted even her brother’s attention.
"Any one would suppose that you were to be married, too!" he exclaimed
one day.
"Oh, Jabez!" she gasped, and fled from his presence, while he
contemptuously muttered: "What idiots women are!"
The morning of the wedding-day dawned at last; and while the dew still
hung heavy upon grass and flowers, Pamela declared that she must run
over to Roswell for a piece of white ribbon. Mr. Galer frowned a little
as he saw her hasten away in a crisp, white gown and a new calash, fair
as the morning itself; and he grumblingly wondered why he could not have
attended to the errand himself, unwilling to let her leave the place
until she was safely married. Mammy Susannah accompanied her, and the
two came back in a short time, Pamela flushed and trembling with an
inward glow of happiness. She ran to her grandfather and threw her arms
about his neck for a moment, the little package of ribbon unrolling
itself over his waistcoat; then she embraced and kissed Miss Jane, who
seemed no less agitated than she.
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