The Romance of Gilbert Holmes: An Historical NovelKirkman, Marshall M. (Marshall Monroe)
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The Romance of Gilbert Holmes: An Historical Novel
Kirkman, Marshall M. (Marshall Monroe)
Black Hawk War, 1832 -- Fiction
Such things as these may seem apart and not of much interest, and very
likely that is true enough; but to me they were everything, making up as
they did my life when young, as they do, in fact, the lives of most
country-bred youths. Looking back to it now, from under a fast-fading
sun, its quiet and beauty, peaceful beyond measure, cause a sigh of
regret as at some far-off vision that can never return, nor anything
like unto it. When I had been in my new home some weeks, Mr. Blake fell
into a habit of gazing upon me in a fixed, heavy way for hours at a
time, and as if grieved at something beyond expression. Anxious as to
the cause, I lost no time in speaking to Mrs. Blake about it, and what
she said I thought remarkable; nor could I by any means understand it,
or any part of it, so little do the young know the springs of human
sympathy or liking. For it seemed that at the time of Constance’s and
my first visit great patches of freckles covered my face, and in these
Mr. Blake saw a dear resemblance to his dead son, who, it appeared, was
similarly marked. Now, with return of strength, the freckles one by one
fading out of my face, he watched their going with surprise at first and
then with grief, until in the end, all being gone, it seemed to him as
if he had lost his son anew. Encouraged by his wife, however, he after a
while overcame his despondency, treating me with gentle kindness, as
before, but never, I thought, with the warmth I had noticed in him at
first. Mrs. Blake, happily, having no such cause of disappointment,
grew in her liking for me, so she would often say, with each passing
day. The reason of this was, I think, that matronly women, such as she,
when deprived of children, ever thus regard with increasing interest the
thing, whatever it may be, which they set apart to fill the void in
their lives. Thus she regarded me, and each day redoubled her efforts to
win my love, and in this was so completely successful that as long as
she lived I never ceased to regard her with the tender affection her
great heart merited.
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