How often I have
thought and wondered who my husband would be, or if I ever should
marry. But I suppose all girls have the same thoughts; at all events
my future is now settled. I wonder if Tom will always care as much
for me as he does now?'
Mary Holt sat in the bright firelight, watching the flickering
flames, and thinking of her new position.
She was very young and inexperienced, and Tom Cowell's declaration
of love and somewhat masterful wooing had taken her by storm. She had
hardly realized that he was dear to her beyond friendship, when he
asked her to be his wife, and, in spite of the suddenness of her
betrothal, if the bright, dimpling smile and sunny eyes might be
taken as a sign, she was a very happy little woman indeed.
Tom had not been very long in Mapleton when he met and fell in love
with Mary, who, for her part, much as she liked his great broad
shoulders and honest, handsome face, was long before she could
believe that she, who was said to be the prettiest and most admired
girl in that part of Pennsylvania, could ever love such a very
different man from the one she had pictured as her conquering hero.
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