My Wife and I; Or, Harry Henderson's HistoryStowe, Harriet Beecher
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My Wife and I; Or, Harry Henderson's History
Stowe, Harriet Beecher
American fiction -- 19th century; Courtship -- Fiction; Marriage -- Fiction; Romance fiction
It was at this time that I went into your neighborhood to study and
teach. I found no difficulty in getting the highest recommendations as
to scholarship from some of the college officers who were for giving me
a chance to recover myself; and for the rest I was thoroughly sobered
and determined on a new course. Here commenced my acquaintance with your
cousin, and there followed a few months remembered ever since as the
purest happiness of my life. I loved her with all there was in
me,--heart, soul, mind and strength,--with a love which can never die.
She also loved me, more perhaps than she dared to say, for she was
young, hardly come to full consciousness of herself. She was then
scarcely sixteen, ignorant of her own nature, ignorant of life, and
almost frightened at the intensity of the feeling which she excited in
me, yet she loved me. But before we could arrive at anything like a calm
understanding, her father came between us. He was a trustee of the
Academy, and a dispute arose between him and me in which he treated me
with an overbearing haughtiness which aroused the spirit of opposition
in me. I was in the right and knew I was, and I defended my course
before the other trustees in a manner which won them over to my way of
thinking--a victory which he never forgave.
Previously to this encounter I had been in the habit of visiting in his
family quite intimately. Caroline and I enjoyed that kind of unwatched
freedom which the customs of New England allow to young people. I always
attended her home from the singing-school and the weekly lectures, and
the evening after my encounter with the trustees I did the same. At the
door of his house he met us, and as Caroline passed in he stopped me,
and briefly saying that my visits there would no longer be permitted,
closed the door in my face. I tried to obtain an interview soon after,
when he sternly upbraided me as one that had stolen into the village and
won their confidence on false pretences, adding that if he and the
trustees had known the full history of my college life I should never
have been permitted to teach in their village or have access to their
families. It was in vain to attempt a defense to a man determined to
take the very worst view of facts which I did not pretend to deny. I
knew that I had been irreproachable as to my record in the school, that
I had been faithful in my duties, that the majority of parents and
pupils were on my side; but I could not deny the harsh facts which he
had been enabled to obtain from some secret enemy, and which he thought
justified him in saying that he would rather see his daughter in her
grave than to see her my wife. The next day Caroline did not appear in
school. Her father, with prompt energy, took her immediately to an
academy fifty miles away.
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