Rosamond, or, the Youthful Error: A Tale of Riverside; And Other StoriesHolmes, Mary Jane
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Rosamond, or, the Youthful Error: A Tale of Riverside; And Other Stories
Holmes, Mary Jane
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That morning Cora wrote to me slyly on her slate: "I don't care if
mother _does_ say Walter Beaumont is _poor_ as _poverty_--I like him
best of anybody in the world--don't you?"
I thought of the big red apple in my pocket, and of the boy who had so
carefully shaken the snow from off my father's socks, and answered,
"No"--thinking, the while, that I should say _yes_, if Walter had ever
treated me as he did my playmate and friend Cora Blanchard. She was a
beautiful young girl, a favorite with all, and possessing, as it
seemed, but one glaring fault--a proneness to estimate people for
their wealth rather than their worth. This in a measure was the result
of her home-training, for her family, though far from being rich, were
very aristocratic, and strove to keep their children as much as
possible from associating with the "vulgar herd," as they styled the
laboring class of the community. In her secret heart Cora had long
cherished a preference for Walter, though never, until the morning of
which I write, had it been so openly avowed. And Walter, too, while
knowing how far above him she was in point of position, had dared to
dream of a time when a bright-haired woman, with a face much like that
of the girlish Cora, would gladden his home, wherever it might be.
That noon, as we sat around the glowing stove, we played as children
will, and it came my turn to "answer truly whom I intended to marry."
Without a thought of the big apple, the snowy socks, or of any one in
particular, I replied unhesitatingly--"The one I love best," and the
question passed on to Cora, who was sitting by the side of Walter
Beaumont. He had not joined in our sport, but now his eye left his
book and rested upon Cora with an expression half fearful, half
expectant. She, too, glanced at him, and as if the spirit of prophecy
were upon her, she said--"I shall not marry the one I love the best,
but the one who has the most money, and can give me the handsomest
_diamonds_. Sister Fanny has a magnificent set, and she looks so
beautifully when she wears them."
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