hues. My! exclaimed Red-breast, you can show her in at once, and he
jumped to his feet in delight, his eyes sparkling with false pride. Go
tell her quick that she is the only girl that ever had the honor to be
admitted into my presence. Now I will woo her with all my heart and
flatter her very soul away for the purpose, but not for my wife you
know. You know what I am, so mind you don’t put her wise. Poor little
girl, poor little foolish girl, it is a shame to treat her so cruel but
I cannot help it when she wears such a tempting gown of red, red at
last, my favorite color, and that color I am going to have.
A minute later a sweet shy maid of scarce three seasons old was ushered
into his halls and the magnificent apartments in which she stood before
Red-breast. Her heart had ceased to beat for a few moments as he rose
and greeted her in an elegant manner. He was far handsomer than she
ever dreamed a man could be, and for the first time in her life she
fancied that she was deeply in love. Breathlessly she recollected the
stories of the other girls that had been before her, and now she could
hardly blame them for their mad actions of self-destruction over such
a striking personality. Red-breast received the maiden with a hearty
welcome of flattery as he dismissed the usher from the apartment, that
they might be alone to plan out the future. Gallantly he knelt at the
fair maiden’s feet and poured out to her full measures of his love,
in his elegant and commanding language he pictured in her mind how he
had turned away so many other girls from his door who had come to seek
him as their lover. How he had done because he could never love and
knew that some day he would find his only true love which he believed
to be her, as he had never felt the emotion of love until he first
gazed into her bright eyes. His sweet voice sounded in her ears so
soft and the touch of his fingers was as magical as Heaven itself. Her
cheeks blushed redder than ever as she listened to his tender words of
devotion. She shyly whispered, “yes” as he rose and pressed her against
his breast, and they planned together for the marriage vows. They both
agreed they would exchange the wedding vows on the following morning,
then he held her by the hand and showed her into a nice room where he
said she could spend the night in peaceful dreams, and then he took
his leave, leaving her alone in her room, and he told her that this
room would always be her own private room, where she could retreat and
find solace in being alone. Once alone she sat still for a long time,
dreaming of the blissful future she would enjoy with a husband that so
many had tried to woo but could never win because he loved her only.
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