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Updated: June 14, 2025
The grocer said that Mrs. Wyett was, by jingo, the sort of person he liked to trade with wouldn't have anything that wasn't the very best.
Even casting chilling looks at Miss Wyett when they met her failed to make that unoffending young lady any less attractive to the young men of Bowerton, and critical analysis of Miss Wyett's style of dressing only provoked manly comparisons, which were as exasperating as they were unartistic.
It was useless for plain girls to say that they couldn't see anything remarkable about Miss Wyett; it was equally unavailing for good-looking girls to caution their gallants against too much of friendly regard even for a person of whose antecedents they really knew scarcely anything.
For some days Helen Wyett gave the Bowertonians no occasion to modify their conduct toward her, for she kept herself constantly out of sight.
After thus proving that their own hearts were in the right place, all the Bowerton girls asked each other who the lucky man could be. Of course he couldn't be a Bowerton man, for Miss Wyett was seldom seen in company with any gentleman. He must he a Boston man he was probably very literary Boston men always were. Besides, if he was at all fit for her, he must certainly be very handsome.
Finally Jack Whiffer, who was of a first family, and was a store-clerk besides, proposed to Miss Wyett and was declined; then the young ladies of Bowerton thought that perhaps Helen Wyett had some sense after all. Then young Baggs, son of a deceased Congressman, wished to make Miss Wyett mistress of the Baggs mansion and sharer of the Baggs money, but his offer was rejected.
Finally, when Guzzy started for the State capital, and Helen Wyett, as people still called her, accompanied him, the people of Bowerton put on countenances of hopeless resignation, and of a mute expectation which nothing could astonish.
As one night he stood unseen against the black background of a high wall, opposite the residence of Mrs. Wyett, he heard the gate her gate creak on its hinges. It could be no ordinary visitor, for it was after nine o'clock it must be he. Ha! the lights were out! He would be disappointed, the villain! Now was the time, while his heart would be bleeding with sorrow, to wither him with reproaches.
It is grievous to relate, but the coming of the estimable people was the cause of considerable trouble in Bowerton. Bowerton, like all other places, contained lovers, and some of the young men were not so blinded by the charms of their own particular lady friends as to be oblivious to the beauty of Miss Wyett.
Suddenly Miss Wyett became the rage among the Bowerton girls. Blushingly and gushingly they told her of their own loves, and they showed her their lovers, or pictures of those gentlemen.
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