United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
“As we grew older his friendship for me ripened into love, a feeling
which I found it impossible to return. I liked him greatly, valued him
most highly, continued his constant companion, yet experienced no desire
for closer relationship. My position was rendered the more difficult
as it had long been the dream of the heads of both houses that our two
families, with their contingent estates, should be thus united, and
constant urging tried my decision severely. Nor would Charles Brennan
give up hope. When he was twenty and I barely seventeen a most serious
accident occurred,--a runaway,--in which Charles heroically preserved
my life, but himself received injuries, from which death in a short time
was inevitable. In those last lingering days of suffering, but one hope,
one ambition, seemed to possess his mind,--the desire to make me his
wife, and leave me the fortune which was his through the will of his
mother. I cannot explain to you, Captain Wayne, the struggle I passed
through, seeking to do what was right and best; but finally, moved by my
sympathy, eager to soothe his final hours of suffering, and urged by my
father, I consented to gratify his wish, and we were united in marriage
while he was on his deathbed. Two days later he passed away.”
She paused, her voice faltering, her eyes moist with unshed tears.
Scarce knowing it, my hand sought hers, where it rested against the
saddle pommel.
“His brother” she resumed slowly, “now Major Brennan, but at that time
a prosperous banker in Hartford, a man nearly double the age of Charles,
was named as administrator of the estate, to retain its management until
I should attain the age of twenty-one. Less than a year later my father
also died. The final settlement of his estate was likewise entrusted to
Frank Brennan, and he was made my guardian. Quite naturally I became a
resident of the Brennan household, upon the same standing as a daughter,
being legally a ward of my husband's brother. Major Brennan's age, and
his thoughtful kindness to me, won my respect, and I gradually came to
look upon him almost as an elder brother, turning to him in every time
of trouble for encouragement and help. It was the necessity of our
business relation which first compelled me to come South and join Major
Brennan in camp: as he was unable to obtain leave of absence, I was
obliged to make the trip. Not until that time, Captain Wayne,--indeed,
not until after our experience at Mountain View,--did I fully realize
that Major Brennan looked upon me otherwise than as a guardian upon his
ward. The awakening pained me greatly, especially as I was obliged
to disappoint him deeply; yet I seek to retain his friendship, for
my memory of his long kindness must ever abide. I am sure you will
understand, and not consider me unwomanly in thus making you a
confidant.”
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