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What was my surprise when my father, taking a step towards me, and placing one hand half affectionately on my head, remarked in a rather playful and, for him, quite a frivolous tone: "Oh, we none of us go straight to Heaven, do we, Amey? We must bend our shoulders and droop our heads a little first."
Sister Andre followed the stranger with a wistful glance, and then turned her eyes upon me. "It is all right, Amey," she said, gently, "to-morrow will do." I sat down in a state of dumb confusion, feeling dazed and mystified.
I did not know at that time that he had ever known my mother, nor did I suspect the existence of the close ties that bind us to one another in a different way. I only knew that in encouraging my regard for him, I might be trespassing upon the peace and happiness of your life and that is something that Amey Hampden never would or could do to Hortense de Beaumont above all other living creatures."
"I tell you what, Amey, the world waits for no one, each age has its manners, and customs, its social peculiarities and special features since the beginning of time men have had to be led by the age in which they lived, and ours is no exception. Once upon a time marriage was a contract conducted on the great principle of buying and selling.
"You are inclined to be unfair to us Amey, and we are trying to do everything for the best," said my step-mother persuasively. "That depends on what you mean, by the best" I interrupted curtly. "We mean, the welfare of all concerned," she broke in, "my brother insists upon my returning with him, and Freddie will, of course, accompany me.
She lifted her fine, lustrous eyes to mine, but this time they were wistful and penetrating; then, taking my hand impulsively, she led me to a bench that stood a little away from us, saying: "Come and I will tell you, Amey for I am going to call you Amey," she put in parenthetically.
"Well, no, Alice," I answered slowly, "but I found it a little queer, that was all." "Queer world, is'nt it Amey?" I smiled, and still looking into the fire said, as if in soliloquy. "How much alike we girls are. I came to that very conclusion an hour ago before my own embers." "What reason have you to think that?" she said, with a wondering look in her beautiful blue eyes.
You might have given me up with the furniture for safe-keeping, or locked me securely away here in the house until your return." "Don't be so unkind, Amey," my step-mother pleaded amicably, "you ought to know, that I am concerned in your welfare and will not leave here, until I see you comfortably lodged." "Like the furniture?" said I.
"I do not regret it now, Amey," she said with a sweet, sad smile; "when we look back upon our lives from the watch-tower of a dawning eternity we are glad to see some noble effort standing out in relief from all the daily transgressions that confront us. I wish now there were more such purposes in my empty life."
He left for home on the following morning, and as he rolled out of the depot of our little town I sat alone by the fireside, where, yesterday, I had pledged myself to him, twisting and turning a sparkling diamond upon my finger. It was a handsome seal of our plighted loves; inside, on the smooth round gold, the words "Arthur and Amey" with the date of the month and year were neatly inscribed.
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