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"How about my Master, whose kind providence has brought all this about?" Ida gradually became more quiet, and as soon as she could trust herself to speak she lifter her head and answered: "Mr. Eltinge, I think I can learn to love God as you portray him to me. But in my imperfection and wickedness I have not dared to think of him till I came here."
At first it seemed a mean and dishonorable thing to do, and her face grew crimson with shame at the very thought. Van Berg looked at her with surprise. Conscious himself that while he meant that Mr. Eltinge should profit richly from her visits, it was not by any means for the sake of the old gentleman only that he had been requesting her to come so often, his own color began to rise.
I can assure you, however, that there are but few gentlemen who admire ladies that cannot blush, and Mr. Van Berg is not one of them." Ida spent the evening at her piano instead of over the encyclopaedia, but she sighed again and again. "Simple and true! I fear Jennie Burton and Mr. Eltinge would say I was neither if they knew what was in my heart.
"Certainly," he replied demurely, "you were a part of the picture." "Not a necessary part. I did not ask you to do that," she answered, in a way that proved her feelings were hurt. "I am willing to do more than you ask, and if you insist on it I will efface your image, although I should much regret to do so." "I protest against that," cried Mr. Eltinge.
But remember, you must not expect from me very much at first, any more than did Mr. Eltinge from the little pear-tree he lifted up and gave a chance to live. Now, with one more thought, my small cup of theology is emptied. To go back to my illustration: Suppose some person should say that he had not a picture of Mr.
It has saved me from despair and death," sobbed Ida, burying her face in her hands, and giving way to the natural expression of feeling that ever relieves a heart that has long been overburdened. For a few moments Mr. Eltinge said nothing, but gently stroked the bowed head as he might caress a daughter of his own. At last he asked, with a voice that was broken from sympathy with her emotion,
"Yes, I could make A picture, but every sitting you will give enables me to make a better picture, and you know how much we both owe to Mr. Eltinge." "I'm learning every day how much, how very much, I owe to him," she said, earnestly. "Then for his sake you will promise to come as often as I wish you to," was his eager response, and it was so eager that she looked up at him in surprise.
Eltinge," said Ida, taking the artist's arm, and feeling as if she were being swept away on a shining tide. "You WERE glad to see me, Miss Mayhew, and you can't deny it," Van Berg began exultantly. "You almost crushed my hand, and it aches still," was her demure reply. "Well, that was surely the wound of a friend."
Eltinge," cried Ida, springing to him, her cheeks putting to shame any flower of his garden, "I owe all this to you!" "Mr. Van Berg," said Mr. Eltinge, with the stately courtesy of the old school, "with your permission I now shall take full payment," and stooping down he kissed her tenderly, with a fervent "God bless you, my child! God bless you both! I thought it would all end in this way."
Resolved, That Colonel Burr be served with a copy of the proceedings of this board against William Smith and Cadwallader Colden, Esquires, and Mr. Roeliff J. Eltinge; and that he is hereby authorized to remove each and every one of them within the enemy's lines, in such way and manner as his excellency General Washington may have already directed, or hereafter shall direct.
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