The Old Stone House and Other Stories | Page 5

this it is which holds me. Can a woman be too
pretty for her own happiness, and are many lovers a weariness to the
heart?
* * * * *
Juliet is positively unhappy. To-day when she laughed the gayest it was
to hide her tears, and no one, not even a thoroughly spoiled beauty,
could be as wayward as she if there were not some bitter arrow rankling
in her heart. She was riding down the street on a pillion behind her
father, and Colonel Schuyler, who had been leaning on the gate in front
of his house, turned his back upon her and went inside when he saw her
coming. Was this what made her so white and reckless when she came
up to where I was standing with Orrin Day, and was it her chagrin at
the great man's apparent indifference which gave that sharp edge to the
good-morning with which she rode haughtily away? If it was I can
forgive you, my lady-bird, for there is reason for your folly if I am any
judge of my fellow-men. Colonel Schuyler is not indifferent but
circumspect, and circumspection in a lover is an insult to his lady's
charms.
* * * * *
She knows now what I knew a week ago. Colonel Schuyler is in love
with her and will marry her if she does not play the coquette with him.
He has been to her house and her father already holds his head higher
as he paces up and down the street. I am left in the lurch, and if I had
not foreseen this end to my hopes, might have been a very miserable
man to-night. For I was near obtaining the object of my heart, as I
know from her own lips, though the words were not intended for my
ears. You see I was the one who surprised him talking with her in the

garden. I had been walking around the place on the outer side of the
wall as I often did from pure love for her, and not knowing she was on
the other side was very much startled when I heard her voice speaking
my name; so much startled that I stood still in my astonishment and
thus heard her say:
"Philo Adams has a little cottage all his own and I can be mistress of it
any day,--or so he tells me. I had rather go into that little cottage where
every board I trod on would be my own, than live in the grandest room
you could give me in a house of which I would not be the mistress."
"But if I make a home for you," he pleaded, "grand as my father's, but
built entirely for you--"
"Ah!" was her soft reply, "that might make me listen to you, for I
should then think you loved me."
The wall was between us, but I could see her face as she said this as
plainly as if I had been the fortunate man at her side. And I could see
his face too, though it was only in fancy I had ever beheld it soften as I
knew it must be softening now. Silence such as followed her words is
eloquent, and I feared my own passions too much to linger till it should
be again broken by vows I had not the courage to hear. So I crept away
conscious of but one thing, which was that my dream was ended, and
that my brave apple-tree would never shower its bridal blossoms upon
the head I love, for whatever threshold she crosses as mistress it will
not now be that of the little cottage every board of which might have
been her own.
* * * * *
If I had doubted the result of the Colonel's offer to Juliet, the news
which came to me this morning would have convinced me that all was
well with them and that their marriage was simply a matter of time.
Ground has been broken in the pleasant opening on the verge of the
forest, and carts and men hired to bring stone for the fine new dwelling
Colonel Schuyler proposes to rear for himself. The whole town is agog,
but I keep the secret I surprised, and only Juliet knows that I am no

longer deceived as to her feelings, for I did not go to see her to-night
for the first time since I made up mind that I would have her for my
wife. I am glad I restrained myself, for Orrin Day, who had kept his
word valiantly up to this very day, came riding by my house furiously a
half hour ago, and seeing me, called out:
"Why didn't you tell me she had a