Better days; or, A Millionaire of To-morrow — John Stuart Mill — John Shaqi
Better days; or, A Millionaire of To-morrow
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But business comes slowly to young men of two and twenty, and Ellen’s
mother grew impatient of the fetters which she deemed kept her charming
daughter from more advantageous arrangements. Ellen was proud-spirited
and ambitious, and, although she was earnest and conscientious, she was
not so stable of purpose as to be unaffected by the arguments and
appeals of her mother. At times she was sure that she loved David
Morning, and at other times she was not so sure that her love was of
that enduring and devoted character which a wife should feel for her
husband. Her reading had created in her mind a conception of an ideal
passion which she could not feel had as yet come into her life. She
believed that her affianced had undeveloped powers that would some day
bring him fame and fortune, and again she was not so sure that he
possessed the tact and persistence to utilize his powers to the best
advantage. This doubt would not have deterred her from fulfilling her
engagement of marriage if she had been entirely certain of her love for
him. But she was divided by doubts as to whether the affection she felt
was really the ideal and exalted passion of her dreams, or only a strong
desire for a companionship which she found to be exceedingly pleasant.
She was not quite certain in all things of her affianced, not quite
certain of herself, not quite certain of anything, and one day, yielding
to an irresistible impulse of doubt and hesitancy, she asked to be
released from her engagement.
Morning was amazed, indignant, and almost heartbroken at her request.
Had he been of riper age and experience he would have known how to allow
for the doubts and self-questionings of a young girl in her first love
affair, but he was as unsophisticated as she, and more secure in his own
possession of himself. Frank and proud, he took her at the word, which
she regretted almost as soon as it was uttered. He neither sued nor
remonstrated, but with only a “God bless you” and a “good-by,” and
without even a request for a parting kiss, which, if given, might have
opened the way to a better understanding, he hurriedly left the house.
The next day he was on his way to Leadville, in fulfillment of a
professional engagement, and when he returned two weeks later he found
that his former affianced had accompanied her parents to Boston, where
Professor Thornton had been suddenly called by the death of a relative,
to whose large fortune he succeeded.