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"But fervently as he prayed, and strongly as my own heart seconded
his entreaties, I could not yield. I had thought that it was to be my
blessed privilege to aid and assist him I loved; to place him where
it would no longer be necessary for him to confine his noble mind to
close and ceaseless drudgery, and constant toil for his daily bread.
And how could I now consent to be a drawback upon his efforts, and to
burden him with the care of my helpless parent?
"'No, no, Walter,' said I, in reply to his oft-repeated solicitations;
'urge me no longer. For the present our paths must be separated. Your
task will be hard enough, while you are taking the first steps towards
acquiring a name and a competence, even if you have no interests but
your own to regard. Were I alone in the world, I would joyfully link my
fate with yours, and we would toil together, side by side. But as it
is, it may not be. My father cannot understand why he need be deprived
of any of his accustomed luxuries. Be it my care that he misses them
not. I will labour for his sustenance and my own, until you are so
circumstanced that, without detriment to your own prospects, you can
relieve me of the charge. _Then_ come to me, and the hand pledged to
you in brighter days shall be yours!'
"A year passed not unhappily away in the earnest and faithful discharge
of the new duties devolving upon me. My school flourished beyond my
expectations. I had gained the esteem and confidence of those around
me, and I found no difficulty in supplying our daily wants. Elmore was
in an adjacent city, in the office of an eminent lawyer, who, it was
imagined, would ere long make him a partner in his business. During the
last few months his visits had been less frequent than of yore. Rumour
told strange tales of a young and exceedingly beautiful girl, the
sister of his employer, who was playing the mischief with the hearts
and brains of half the young men in M----, and more than hinted that
my lover was among the number of her admirers. Things went on thus for
some time. I fancied that, when we met, which was rarely, his manner
was cold and reserved, and that he seemed to shrink from my presence. I
now know that my own jealous fancies threw a false colouring over all
his actions, and that, if there was any coldness in his demeanour, it
sprang from the unusual, and, in fact, unintended reserve of mine.
"At last I heard, from the lips of one whose veracity and friendship
I thought I could not question, that his leisure hours were all spent
in the society of my supposed rival, and that, when rallied by some of
his associates with regard to myself, he had denied our engagement, and
spoken lightly and contemptuously of the 'school-mistress.'
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