Loved you better than you knewMiller, Alex. McVeigh, Mrs.
Philosophy
Loved you better than you knew
Miller, Alex. McVeigh, Mrs.
Dime novels; Romance fiction
“Oh, Arthur, I must tell you why I fell, and you will not call me your
brave little heroine any more, but only the greatest coward in the
world!”
And the wicked young elopers, flying through the storm and darkness
of night toward the happy haven of marriage, laughed together till
they almost forgot their surroundings at Cinthia’s sudden fear, while
vowing but a moment before to fly to Arthur though the whole world
oppose.
“To be frightened at the thought of a rat--not _at_ a rat, but just the
bare thought of touching one lurking in the vines--was it not utterly
ridiculous?” she queried, though not at all sure but that she would do
the same thing again.
Arthur could only laugh at her confession, and rejoice that she had
sustained no hurt from her fall, so they sped along through the night
and storm, each very, very happy in their youthful love, and confident
of forgiveness from the obdurate father when he should learn that they
were married.
“We shall be in Washington by breakfast-time to-morrow, and we’ll go at
once to a minister and have the ceremony over. Then we will telegraph
your father and my mother that we are one, and that we shall spend our
honey-moon North,” said the young man, planning everything happily
without a thought of failure.
“Papa will be simply furious!” laughed Cinthia; “but he can not take me
away from you and send me off to school, thank Heaven, as he proposed
to do. And as for his forgiveness, I feel quite indifferent to it. I
don’t care if I never see his face again. But your mother--what will
she say, Arthur? Perhaps she preferred for you to marry some beautiful
rich girl?” anxiously.
Arthur squeezed her to his side with one free arm, as he replied, gayly:
“Don’t worry over that, love, for my mother was so charmed with your
beauty and sweetness last night, that I felt sure she would be glad to
have you for a daughter, so I made bold to propose to you on the way
to your house, and told her all about it at breakfast this morning.
Dear heart, she has never crossed a wish of mine since I was born,
and she said I had taken her by surprise, but she would give me her
blessing, and did not care how soon we set the wedding-day, it would be
so pleasant to have a young girl in the house. Was she not a darling?
So when I came to ask for your hand this morning, and your father
snubbed me so cruelly, I did not have the heart to go back to her then,
for I feared she might not countenance an elopement, the Varians are
so proud. I stayed away, making arrangements for our flitting, and
sent her a note that I had gone off on a sudden trip, and would wire
particulars. But, bless you, she will be all right when she hears we
are married, though she will never forgive your father for crossing the
will of her spoiled boy.”
Laughing and chatting happily in the joy of being together they drove
along very slowly, for fear of an accident, and because Arthur thought
they had plenty of time to reach the station.
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