I'll read his valentine
over again:
Do not think me presumptuous, dear maid, in having dared to write
you. No longer can I resist the continued pleadings of my heart.
I have loved you ever since your sweet blue eyes, beaming with
their pure, loving light, met my gaze. I have seized the
opportunity offered by St. Valentine's day to speak and learn my
fate. I will call this evening and hear from your dear lips if I
shall be permited to try and teach your heart to love,
ARTHUR LINTON.
"Well, truly that is beautiful language. It is a long day since
anybody talked of my blue eyes. They were blue once, and I suppose are
so still. Well, he writes as if he meant it. I'll see him, and give
him a little bit of encouragement. Perhaps that seeing some one else
after me will make the squire speak out. For six years he has been
following me. For what? He has never said. I like Squire
Sloughman--(his name should be Slowman). I'll try and hasten him on
with all the heart I've got left. The most of it went to the bottom of
the cruel ocean with my poor sailor-boy. Ah! if it had not been for
his sad end, I would not now be caring for any man, save my poor
Willie.
Pages:
123
124
125
126
127
128
129
130
131
132
133
134
135
136
137
138
139
140
141
142
143
144
145
146
147