Woven with the Ship: A Novel of 1865: Together with certain other veracious tales of various sortsBrady, Cyrus Townsend
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Woven with the Ship: A Novel of 1865: Together with certain other veracious tales of various sorts
Brady, Cyrus Townsend
Short stories, American; United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction; War stories
"Mother," said Richard, as the three were left alone, "I will be
entirely brief and frank with you. I love Emily Sanford. It is a
sudden feeling, I grant you, but I am sure none the less deep and
abiding for that. I have reason to think that she loves me as well.
This morning, after I came back from the inn, freed from the
engagement by Josephine's own act, I asked the admiral if he would
give her to me."
"I said, madam," interrupted the admiral, with natural pride, "that I
would not withhold my consent provided the match were agreeable to
yourself. I have reared and educated my granddaughter principally
myself, and, naturally, she lacks many things which, I trust, she may
easily acquire upon the good foundation I have endeavored to give her;
but she has lived in an atmosphere of love and devotion in this house,
and I would not have her an unwelcome intruder in any family. As to
her family, madam, it is my own, and I think," he added with simple
dignity, "that there is none better in the Republic. She will not come
to your son portionless--there is a tidy little fortune for her after
I am gone, and that will be soon, certainly. Of her personal qualities
I may not speak. She is most dear to me. For the last twenty years of
my life she has been everything to me. No one could have a more
dutiful child, nor one sweeter and more tender. She has been the
sunshine and joy of my old age. I can scarcely bear to think for a
moment that she should leave me, but it is a matter of a short time
only. The old ship and I are ready to go, and yet I would fain see her
provided for before."
"Admiral Stewart," said Mrs. Revere, gravely, "you touch me
profoundly. I divined that things might be as you say when I saw your
granddaughter. The marriage of a son is always a grief to a mother,"
she continued, somewhat sadly. "She feels that, in a certain sense,
she will be supplanted in her boy's heart, and I have long accustomed
myself to think of another wife for Richard; but of her own will she
has given him his freedom. I thought it would be a grief to my son,
but I find that it is a joy. Is it not so, Richard?"
"Yes, mother, the greatest joy, almost, that ever came to me, except
loving Emily."
"Very well. Admiral Stewart, I never had a little girl. God has given
me but this, my son. I will receive Emily gladly. She shall be to me a
daughter, indeed, and I will endeavor to be to her a mother."
"Emily! Josephine!" called Richard, instantly, stepping into the hall.
"Come here!"
The deep satisfaction in his heart spoke in the tones of his voice.
Emily and Josephine comprehended it well. As the two girls came on the
porch, Mrs. Revere again took the younger in her arms.
"My dear child," she said, with kindly affection, "I learn that you
are going to be my daughter. I am very glad. In fact," she added,
drawing back her head and looking at the girl approvingly, "the more I
see of you, I believe the more pleased I shall be."
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