And I thought, bein' our ages wuz such, and our affections wuz so
strong, back and forth, that it would be jest as well to jest use that
plain term aunt and uncle and niece--it looked better, anyway, as our
ages stood. And I didn't think it wuz anything wrong, for good land! we
are called uncle and aunt, my Josiah and me are, by lots of folks that
hain't no sort of kin to us, and Isabelle wuz related to us anyway by
kin and by soul ties.
Wall, to resoom: the evenin' after Isabelle got there it wuz burnin'
warm in my room. And her room wuz still worse, way up on top of the
house; but it wuz the best room that we could git for her, and she wuz
contented with it for the sake of bein' with her Uncle Josiah and me.
After we got up from the supper-table--Mr. Freeman wuz away that day,
but I felt free to take her into that big, cool room, and so we went
into that beautiful place.
And then, all of a sudden, as Isabelle stood there in front of that
pretty girl down by the medder brook amongst the deep grasses--
All of a sudden it come to me who the girl looked like: it wuz Isabelle.
As she stood in front of it, in her long white dress, with her white
hands clasped loose in front of her, and her auburn hair pushed back
careless from her beautiful face, I see the girl in the picture, or as
she would be if she had grown refined and beautiful by sorrow and a
sweet patience and reasonableness, which is the twin of Patience, both
on 'em the children of Pain.
As I stood there a-lookin' at her in admiration and surprise, I heard a
sound behind me. It wuzn't a cry nor a sithe, but it wuz sunthin'
different from both, more eager like, and deadly earnest, and
dumbfoundered.
And then it wuz Mr. Freeman's voice I knew that said--
"My God! am I a-dreamin'?"
And then Isabelle turned, and her face filled with a rapturous surprise
and joy, and everything.
And sez she--
"Tom!"
And he jest rushed forward, and in a secent had her in his arms. And I
bust out a-cryin', and turned my back to 'em, and went out.
But it wuzn't more than a few minutes before they rapped at my door, and
their faces looked like the faces of two angels who have left the
sorrows of earth and got into Heaven at last.
And I cried agin, and Isabelle cried as I held her in my arms silently,
and kissed her a dozen times, and I presoom more.
And Mr. Freeman kissed me on my left cheek, and wrung my hand that hard
that that right hand ached hard more'n a hour and a half. And I bathed
it in arneky and water long enough after Isabelle had gone to her room,
and Mr. Freeman to hisen.
For till this mortal has put on immortality folks have to eat and sleep,
and if their hands are wrung half off, either through happiness or
anger, flesh, while it is corruptible, will ache, and bones will cry out
if most crushed down.
But arneky relieved the pain, and the light of the mornin' showed the
faces of these reunited lovers, full of such a radiant bliss that it did
one's soul good even to look at 'em.
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