The Story of Louis Riel: the Rebel Chief by J. E. (Joseph Edmund) Collins
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supreme happiness of my life? No; when Alexander is ready
to say to me, Come, I shall go to him, and no threat nor persuasion shall dissuade me." She spoke like all the heroic girls who afterwards meekly untie their bonnets just as they were ready to go to the church to wed against their keeper's will; and then sit down awaiting orders as to whom they must marry. Jennie was not the only girl who, in the first flush of passion, is prepared to go through fire, or die at the stake for the man she loves. Withal,--but that the proprieties forbid it--whenever young women make these dramatic declarations, the most appropriate course would be to give them a sound spanking, and put an end to the tragic business. Nellie thought it her duty, and I suppose it was, to tell her bear-like guardian what had befallen to her sister. He was less disturbed on hearing the intelligence than Nellie supposed, and merely expressed some cold-blooded surprise at the presumption of the half-breed. He sat at his desk, and taking a sheet of paper, wrote this letter: "To Alexander Saunders: "DEAR SIR,--Would you be good enough to call at my house this evening at eight o'clock? "Yours truly, |
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