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"No, no; the parting will be much easier if they sleep. "Dear, I do so regret your going!" sobbed Mrs. Stevens, genuine tears gathering in her eyes. "Heaven grant, Dorothe, it may not be for long." "I will go with you to the boat," she said, hurriedly dressing herself. John's small effects had been carried aboard the evening before, so he had only to go on board himself. As Mrs.
This life was trying to John. After a few days she grew more amiable and expressed sympathy with her husband in his financial straits. "I am going to economize," she declared. "I will take no heed what I shall eat, nor what I shall drink, nor wherewithal I shall be clothed." Again for the thousandth time he took heart. After all, Dorothe might become a helpmate.
Wheeling about from the window through which he had been nervously gazing, he accosted her with: "Mrs. Stevens, I have chosen this opportune moment " Here he choked. Something seemed to rise in his throat and cut off his speech. Dorothe glanced at him, her great dark eyes wide open in real or affected wonder and asked: "Well, Mr. Price, for what have you chosen this moment?"
Dorothe, who was of a hopeful nature, would not believe it at first, though the news had a very disastrous effect to her credit. She was refused at every shop and store in Jamestown.
John's mother saw that her son's wife was ruining him by her extravagance, yet she dared not interpose as it would make the rupture complete. Dorothe was a haughty cavalier and despised all Puritans and, most of all, her husband's mother; but the cavaliers were in trouble. John Stevens' wife gave birth to a son who was named Robert for his wife's father.
Do you live at Jamestown?" "I do, sir. You are Sir Albert of the Despair, are you not?" asked Dorothe Price. "I am." "I have often heard of you. I thank you for your kind service, sir." "Shall I see you home?" "If not too much trouble." As they walked along the road, he asked: "Are you Mrs. Price?" "I am." "Mr. Hugh Price is your second husband?" "He is." "When did your first husband die?"
In the year 1648, John Stevens married Dorothe Collier, the daughter of a clergyman of the church of England. This naturally united him to the cavalier or church party, while his mother, brother and sister were Puritans. Sometimes John thought he had the best wife living, at others he was almost persuaded that she was intolerable.
"Dorothe, I said he recommended it. Pray do not doubt it." The matter was settled next day when Hugh Price himself said to Mrs. Stevens that it was best for her husband to go. She secretly resolved that during her husband's absence she would enjoy herself. "John," she said, "if you are going away to London to enjoy yourself, you must leave with me two or three hundred pounds."
"Good wives," said a hard-featured dame of fifty, "I will tell you a piece of my mind. It would be greatly for the public behoof, if we women being of mature age and church members in good repute like Ann Linkon might speak our minds of such baggage as Dorothe Stevens without being adjudged and sent to the ducking-stool as she is to be done.
These two links of love made his wife more dear to him. At times she was pleasant; but usually she studied to thwart his will. She was humbled with the cavaliers and hated the Puritans. Ann Linkon, an old woman given to gossiping, incurred the displeasure of Dorothe Stevens, because she gossiped about her extravagance. She had her arrested, condemned and ducked as we have seen.
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