The Harvest of Years by Martha Lewis Beckwith Ewell
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should have this education I am getting. I need it, I suppose, but I
have greater needs, and cannot tell you about them till I am free." "Two years--twenty-four months;" and his eyes fell, as he added despairingly, "What a long time to wait." Then turning to me, "But you will love me, you have said so?" I looked my thoughts, and he answered them. "Do not ever think so of me, I am only too sane, I have found my life before the time." "Oh! Louis," I cried, and then he answered with the words, "My little mother knows it--she knows I love you. She knows my inmost soul, and answers me with her pure eyes. But ah! her eyes have not the light of yours; I want you to myself, to help me, and I will love you all my life." I was amazed, and wondered why it was--this strange boy had been much in society, and why should I, an unsophisticated, homely girl, bring such a shower of feeling on myself. "Could it be real and would it last?" He comprehended my thought again and replied: "You are not homely; I see your soul in your eyes; you are younger than I am; I have never seen your equal, and I know years will tell you I am only true to my heart, and we will work together--ah! we will work for |
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