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Samantha at the World’s Fair

CHAPTER XVII
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She felt that she had ort to leave him free.

And he wuz poor, and he would not fetter her with a memory she might perhaps better forgit.

Poor things! lovin' and half broken-hearted, and both hampered with duties, and both good as gold.
So they parted, she to take care of her feeble parents, and he to take care of his invalid mother and the two little ones.
But lo and behold! after they had lived in that Western city for a few years, Tom a-workin' hard as he could to keep the wolf from the door, and from devourin' the three helpless ones, his brother returned from California as rich as a Jew, and he took his two little girls back with him and put 'em in school, and give Tom the money to start in business, and he wuz fortunate beyend any tellin'-- got independent rich; then his ma wuz took sick and died, he a-waitin' on her devoted to the very last.
Then, heart-hungry and lonesome, he broke through the vow he had made, and writ to Isabelle; but Isabelle had gone from the old place--she didn't git the letters.
Then he writ agin, for his love wuz strong and his pride weak--weak as a cat.

True Love will always have that effect on pride and resolve, etc.
But no answer came back to his longin' and waitin' heart.
And then, I spoze, Pride kinder riz up agin, and he said to himself that he wouldn't worry her and weary her with letters that she didn't think enough of to answer.
And he had about made up his mind that all he should ever see of Isabelle would be the shadder of her beauty in the girl by the old medder bars, standin' in the fresh grasses, by the laughin' brook, all lookin' so like the dear old farm when he won her love so long ago.
That dead, mute, irresponsive picture wuz more to him than any livin', breathin' woman could ever be.
So he camped down before it, as you may say, for life--that is, he thought so; but Providence wuz a-watchin' over him, and his thoughtful, unselfish kindness to a stranger, or strangers, wuz to be rewarded with the prize of love and bliss.
Wall, the World's Fair wuz, I spoze, looked on by many a pair of glad eyes.

Hearts that throbbed high with happiness beat on through them majestic rooms.


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