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
"Where will you make your home, I mean? What will you do, if I may
ask?" he replied.
"I don’t know, but I suppose Uncle Job will want to send me off to
school, as he talked before," I answered, thinking of it now for the
first time.
"That would be greatly to your advantage," Mrs. Hayward exclaimed,
pleased at the idea.
"Yes, I suppose so; but I don’t fancy it now any more than I did at
first."
"Why not?" Mr. Hayward asked, surprised.
"Because I don’t want to leave Appletop," I answered, looking toward
Mrs. Hayward, who knew of my love for Constance.
"Yet you have been away all summer," he replied.
"I know, but I could come back when I wanted to, and so it was not like
being away."
"That made a difference, to be sure; but you will go if he wants you
to?"
"No; it’s too much to ask," I answered, making up my mind.
"I think you will do wrong to refuse," he replied, after a while; "but
if you don’t go, how would you like to come and live with us? I need
some one to help me, and I think we would get along finely together.
Helen, I am sure, would be glad to have you," he added, turning to his
young wife.
"Indeed I should," she responded, and as if meaning what she said.
"Thank you," I replied; "it would be just what I’d like, if it could be
brought about."
"I could help you with your books, too, if you would let me," she went
on, pleasantly; "I taught school, you know, before I married Mr.
Hayward, and liked it very much. So that if you wish to come and live
with us, I should be glad to direct your studies, and could find the
time, I am sure."
"Nothing in the world would be so good as that, Gilbert, for you will
never find another such teacher," Mr. Hayward exclaimed, glancing at his
wife with admiration and love.
"I know it, and it would exactly suit me to live here, too," I answered,
looking toward the great river and the forest that bordered its shores.
"Well, suppose you speak to Mr. Throckmorton about it, if you are of the
same mind after thinking it over," Mr. Hayward replied.
"That I will," I answered, mounting my horse.
Bidding them good by, I soon reached the Dragon, where I found Constance
in the little garden beside the Dragon, busy over her plants. Hearing
me approach, she looked up, and seeing who it was, gave a cry of joy.
"Gilbert!"
"Yes," I cried, slipping to the ground and running to her; "I’m back
again, and well, you see, and as the captain promised."
"Oh, Gilbert, you are always surprising us in this way," she answered,
holding my hands and scanning my face to make sure I was not deceiving
her.
"Yes; and I hope you are glad to see me?"
"You know I am, though I was not expecting you so soon."
"You see I couldn’t stay away from you any longer, Constance. I’ve been
away too long already," I answered, kissing her hand.
"Have you left the boat? And what are you doing with Mr. Hayward’s
horse?" she asked, in surprise, noticing the animal now for the first
time.
"I’ve just come from the Haywards."
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