FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   148   149   150   151   152   153   154   155   156   157   158   159   160   161   162   163   164   165   166   167   168   169   170   171   172  
173   174   175   176   177   178   179   180   181   182   183   184   185   186   187   188   189   190   191   192   193   >>  
, Dorothy! You must wait!" he had cried, aware that his imperative words clutched her like a detaining hand. Then, while his breath came fast, almost chokingly, he had said: "Tell me, Dorothy, is it because you don't call me _a man_ that you won't have me?" The angry challenge in his voice hardened her. "I don't know anything about how much of a man you are, Harry Wakefield," she had declared, with freezing indifference. "I only know you are not the man for me." That had been practically the end of it. They had got through the day very creditably he believed, and the next morning they had departed on their several ways. Wakefield had read law like mad for a week, and then he had started for Colorado. He had a favorite cousin out there whose husband was making a fortune in Lame Gulch stocks, and he thought that even prosaic fortune-hunting in a new world would be better than the gnawing chagrin that monopolized things in the old. Better be active than passive, on any terms. By the time he was well on his westward way, the sting of that refusal had yielded somewhat, and he began to take courage again. Perhaps when he had made a fortune! "It takes a man to do that," she had said. Well, he had four times the money to start with that Dick Dayton had had, and look, what chances there were! Once fairly launched in the stirring, out-of-door Colorado life, his spirits had so far recovered their tone that he could afford to be magnanimous. Accordingly he wrote the following letter to Dorothy: "DEAR DOROTHY, "You were right; I wasn't half good enough for you. No fellow is, as far as that goes! Don't you let them fool you on that score! It makes me mad when I think about it. You always knew the worst of me, but you don't really know the first thing about any other man. I'm coming back next year to try again. Do give me the chance, Dorothy! Remember, I don't tell you you could make anything you like of me--that's the rubbish the rest will talk. I'm going to make something of myself first! And if I don't do it in a year, I am ready to work seven years,--or seventy,--or seventy-seven years; if you'll only have me in the end! That would have to be in Heaven, though, wouldn't it? Well, it would come to the same thing in the end! It would be Heaven for me, wherever it was!" Wakefield had the habit of saying to Dorothy whatever came into his head; and so he
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   148   149   150   151   152   153   154   155   156   157   158   159   160   161   162   163   164   165   166   167   168   169   170   171   172  
173   174   175   176   177   178   179   180   181   182   183   184   185   186   187   188   189   190   191   192   193   >>  



Top keywords:
Dorothy
 

Wakefield

 

fortune

 
Heaven
 

Colorado

 

seventy

 

DOROTHY

 

fellow

 

chances

 

fairly


launched

 
Dayton
 

stirring

 
Accordingly
 
magnanimous
 

afford

 

spirits

 

recovered

 

letter

 

wouldn


rubbish

 

chance

 

Remember

 

coming

 

indifference

 
practically
 

freezing

 

declared

 

hardened

 

departed


morning

 

believed

 
creditably
 

challenge

 

clutched

 

detaining

 

imperative

 

breath

 

chokingly

 

westward


Better
 
active
 

passive

 

refusal

 

Perhaps

 
courage
 

yielded

 
things
 
monopolized
 

husband