A Little Girl in Old Philadelphia Part 54
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There were two rainy days, an autumnal storm. Then Sunday. Allin Wharton looked at Primrose across the church and spoke coming out. There were laces to mend and gowns to consider and poor to visit. And all the time Primrose Henry was thinking if--if a man who was n.o.bleness and goodness and tenderness itself, loved her, and would never love anyone else, what ought she to do?
Thursday noon Phil came in to dinner. Polly was not very well and he was going out at three. Wouldn't Primrose come with him?
Primrose colored and looked oddly embarra.s.sed, and said, in a confused sort of way, there was something she must do this afternoon, but to-morrow she would come out and spend two or three days with Polly. She sent her best and dearest love.
Yes, she must know once for all. If duty was demanded of her--if she loved Andrew less, or more, when it came to that. What was this romance and mystery, and incomprehensible thrill! She _did_ experience it for Allin, and alone by herself her face flushed and every pulse trembled.
His foolish words were so sweet. His kisses--ah, _had_ she any right to offer the cup of joy and delight to another when someone had drained the first sweetness?
But if Andrew loved her with the best and holiest love. Could she follow in her mother's steps? But her mother had singled Philemon Henry out of a world of lovers.
CHAPTER XXIV.
THE OLD AND THE NEW.
Primrose Henry put on her camlet cloak and took several skeins of yarn to one of the old ladies in the almshouses, to knit some stockings for some other poor. Afterward she sauntered round with a guilty feeling.
She often ran in to see Phil and Andrew, and the one clerk always stared at the radiant vision. She hesitated on the broad sill, then she opened the door. There was a sort of counting room first, and that was vacant now. Andrew was in the apartment beyond.
There was her promise to Rachel. Oh, what must she do!
"Philemon has gone," and Andrew glanced up with tender gravity as he espied Primrose.
"Yes. I saw him. How is Aunt Lois, and Faith?"
"Very well." There was a different smile, now, a sense of amus.e.m.e.nt, and a peculiar light in the eyes like relief.
"What is it?" Her heart-beat almost strangled her.
"Rachel was in this morning. And you cannot guess--she is to be married presently."
"Married! And she cared so much for you," cried Primrose in consternation.
Andrew colored and moved his head with a slow negative.
"No, it could not have been. Andrew--I wonder what kind of a wife you would like?" turning her eyes away.
He could have reached out his hand and answered her with a clasp. But there was another who loved her very much, who was young and gay and full of ardent hopes. That would be better for the child.
"I shall not marry for years to come." His voice was very tranquil.
"There is my mother, and now we are so much to each other."
"And _she_ ought to be a Friend. You would like a Friend best, Andrew?
And no flighty young thing."
Was _she_ thinking of anything? Oh, she was too young and sweet. It would be putting a b.u.t.terfly in a cage.
"That would be better, certainly. When two people elect to spend their lives together, it is best that they should have similar tastes and desires."
"But a sweet and pretty one, Andrew. One like Miss Whiting, who is intelligent and n.o.ble and reads a great many things and has a lovely garden of flowers. I want you to be very, very happy, Andrew."
"Thank you, little one. Let me wish the same for you. A gallant young lover with ambition, who can take his place in society and who will enjoy with you the youthful pleasures that are so much to you, and then grow older with you and come to ripe middle life and serene old age. I think I could put my finger on someone----"
Primrose's sweet face was scarlet, and her eyes suddenly fluttered down with tremulous lids.
"Thou hast been a dear little sister," going back to the Quaker speech.
"Thy happiness will be much to me; thy pain, if any happened to thee, would be my pain. Thy prosperity will always be my prayer, for I think thou wert born for sunniness and clear sailing and joy, with someone bright and young like thyself."
"A little sister," she repeated softly. If it was that and only that, her conscience would be clear.
"Yes. Didst thou ever doubt it?"
He raised his serene brown eyes and smiled. He was not one to carry all his soul in his eyes.
"Nay, and I never shall." She pressed her lips to his forehead, which was as fair as any girl's. How long it had been since he kissed her! He might trust himself again on her wedding day.
"And now tell me about Rachel. We have queer talk of loves and such."
"He is a young man, a neighbor, the eldest of several sons. And Rachel hath a nice dower. I hope all will go well."
She was infinitely sorry for Rachel at that moment.
"You will come soon and see us. I send love to Aunt Lois," and Primrose turned.
"Fare thee well. Blessings attend thee, little one."
He sat there a long while, thinking how her mother had given up many worldly things for the man she loved. Primrose would do it, too, he said stoutly to himself, if she had loved. It was best this way. The suns.h.i.+ne did not rise up from the brown earth, but shone down out of the radiant blue sky.
Primrose Henry went home with a light heart. And that evening Allin Wharton had his answer.
Madam Wetherill shook her head, but said smilingly, "If you take the young woman you must take the old one, too. I will never give up Primrose."
The girl's soft arms were around her neck and the sweet young voice, with a rapture of emotion, cried, "Oh, madam, am I indeed so dear to you?"
The world goes on and the stories of life are repeated, but to each one comes that supreme taste of personal joy and rapture that is alone for itself; that is new, no matter how many times it may have been lived over.
There was a long, delightful engagement of the young people, who waited for Allin to take his degree, and his father felt justly proud of his standing. There was all the reckless happiness of two young people in that wonderful joyousness of youth when one apes sorrows for the sake of being comforted, indulges in dainty disagreements so that they can repent with fascinating sweetness, and are inconsequent, unreasonable, entrancing, and delightful, and gayety of any kind seems good, so that it goes hand and hand with love. Primrose danced and laughed through her April years, and then came May with bloom and more steadiness, and then peerless, magnificent June.
"I am but a sad trifler, after all," she would say to Madam Wetherill.
"Shall I ever be like my dear mother or have any of the sober Henry blood in me?"
"Nay," was the answer. "We never find fault with the rose because it does not bear an ear of corn or a stalk of grain. And yet so great a thing as an oak tree is content to bear a small acorn."
And while they were being married and rejoicing in Phil's st.u.r.dy little boy and dainty, golden-haired baby girl called Primrose, old Philadelphia was making rapid strides. Indeed, in Was.h.i.+ngton's language, the United Colonies had now "the opportunity to become a respectable nation," and it came back to the city where it had first uttered its l.u.s.ty young cry and protest. In May of 1787, in the old State House, a.s.sembled the delegates who were to frame a Const.i.tution that would stand the wear and tear of time. Their four months' work has come down to us written in letters of imperishable glory, that were not to be too large for the Thirteen Colonies, and large enough for any multiple the nation might come to use in the course of its existence.
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