Pocket Island: A Story of Country Life in New EnglandMunn, Charles Clark
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Pocket Island: A Story of Country Life in New England
Munn, Charles Clark
New England -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
Three years from the day Manson led Liddy to the carriage, blinded by
tears and heart broken at the separation in store, they once more
visited that dearly loved spot. It was a place more sacred to them than
a church, for it had been hallowed by the tears of love and sanctified
by the noblest impulses of two honest and true hearts. It was far
removed from all the vain pomp and display of humanity and the sordid
and selfish influences of life. To Liddy and her lover it was a spot
that appealed to all that was holiest and best in their natures, and
lifted them above selfish thought.
"Can you realize how I felt," Manson said on the way, "the day I rode in
silence up here and then told you I had enlisted?"
"No," she answered; "no more than you can imagine how I felt. I think I
suffered the more, for I was in suspense and you were not. That makes
me think of a question I have long wanted to ask you. You won't mind
now, will you?" she continued with a smile and a twinkle in her eyes.
"Why did you tell the bad news first and propose afterward? Why didn't
you pop the question first?"
"I thought you would be more apt to say 'yes' if I put it the way I
did."
"I think you knew it wouldn't be 'no,'" she said. "I knew that was
coming weeks before."
"You did," he replied, a little surprised. "How did you know?"
"Do you think I was blind?" she answered archly. "A girl usually knows
when that question is liable to come for months beforehand, and if it is
to be 'no' the man in the case will have hard work to obtain a good
opportunity."
When they were seated beside the rock once more she said: "Now, sir,
three years ago I told you we must feel and act like children one day up
here, and you minded me very well; but it was hard work, I think. It was
for me, I am sure."
"It will be easier to-day," he responded, "for I've only one thing to
worry about, and that is the proposition your father made."
She looked at him a moment, and in her eyes he saw a little of the same
humorous twinkle he had at one time noticed in her father's eyes, and
then she said:
"Suppose I should say I would not marry you until you had a home of your
own to take me to; how would that seem?"
"I would not blame you," he answered soberly; "only you would have to
see clouds on my face a long time, I fear."
"Oh, I haven't said so yet," she continued as she saw one gathering
there then, "only I thought it might make you see father's proposition
in a new light. Poor father," she went on musingly, "he wants to make us
both happy, and he doesn't know how to bring it about."
"Why can't he accept my plan, then?" said Manson. "I am ready and
willing."
"But I haven't said I was," responded Liddy. "I am not sure that I want
people to think my husband is working for my father on the farm. Oh, I
didn't mean it that way," as she saw a frown coming, "only I have some
pride as well as you; that is all. Now, Charlie, please don't say
another word about it to-day. Remember, we are children!"
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