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Updated: May 13, 2025
I fear we are all on the wrong track, throwing away substantial and present good for uncertainties." Mr. McTrump was a little man with a heavy sandy beard and such bushy eyebrows and hair that he reminded Edith of a Scotch terrier. But her first glance around convinced her that he was a gardener.
Edith greatly shocked Mrs. Allen by having the ceremony performed in the garden. "Why not?" she said. "God once married a couple there." Mrs. Groody, Mr. and Mrs. McTrump, Mrs. Ranger, Mrs. Hart and her daughters, and quite a number of other friends were present.
With some dismay she saw how late it was growing, and hastened out to Malcom, who had cut an exquisite little bouquet for her, and had another basket of berries for her to take to her mother. "Mr. McTrump," said Edith, "it's time we had a settlement; your kindness I never can repay, but I am able now to carry out my agreement." "Don't bother me wi' that noo," said Malcom, rather testily.
McTrump bustled in and out in a breezy eagerness to make her comfortable. "Ye're a stranger in our toon," she said, "and sae I was once mysel, an' I ken how ye feel." "Oh, Mr. McTrump," said Edith, with peony-like face, "Hannibal is the only one who calls me that, and he doesn't know any better." "Why suld he know ony better?" responded Malcom quickly.
The thought of Arden at once recurred to her, but looking out she saw old Malcom. Throwing a handkerchief over her head, she ran out to him, exclaiming: "How good you are, Mr. McTrump, to come and help me when I know you are so very busy at home!"
McTrump was a very pious man, his only fault being that he would take a drop too much occasionally. "May I stay here a while and watch you work, and look at things?" asked Edith. "I don't want to go back till that hateful old fellow has done his mischief and is gone." "Why not?" said Malcom, "an ye don't tech anything. The woman folk from the village as come here do pick and pull much awry."
God knows that I have too few friends to forget the best of them," answered Edith, in a voice of tremulous pathos. After that Malcom was wax in her hands, and with moistened eyes he stood gazing at her in undisguised admiration. "I have been through deep trouble, Mr. McTrump," continued she, "and perhaps you, like so many others, may think me not fit to speak to you any more.
With an exclamation of delight, Edith pounced upon a fair-sized red berry, the first she had picked from her own vines. Then glancing around, she saw one and another showing its red cheek through the green leaves, till with a little cry of exultation she said: "Oh, Mr. McTrump, I'll get enough for mother and Laura."
McTrump, as soon as I feel that I am ready, for it was you and your good wife that turned my thoughts in the right direction. I was almost desperate with trouble and shame when I came to you that afternoon, and it was your speaking of the Bible and Jesus, and especially your kindness, that made me feel that there might be some hope and help in God."
Soon their hulls were off, and, swimming in a saucer of cream, they were added to the dainty little lunch that Mrs. McTrump had prepared. "Oh!" exclaimed Edith, drawing a long breath, "you can't know how you ease my poor sore heart. I began to think all the world was against me."
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