Mrs. Morse did not require a mother's intuition to read the advertisement
in Ruth's face when she returned home. The flush that would not leave
the cheeks told the simple story, and more eloquently did the eyes, large
and bright, reflecting an unmistakable inward glory.
"What has happened?" Mrs. Morse asked, having bided her time till Ruth
had gone to bed.
"You know?" Ruth queried, with trembling lips.
For reply, her mother's arm went around her, and a hand was softly
caressing her hair.
"He did not speak," she blurted out. "I did not intend that it should
happen, and I would never have let him speak--only he didn't speak."
"But if he did not speak, then nothing could have happened, could it?"
"But it did, just the same."
"In the name of goodness, child, what are you babbling about?" Mrs. Morse
was bewildered. "I don't think I know what happened, after all. What
did happen?"
Ruth looked at her mother in surprise.
"I thought you knew. Why, we're engaged, Martin and I."
Mrs. Morse laughed with incredulous vexation.
"No, he didn't speak," Ruth explained. "He just loved me, that was all.
I was as surprised as you are. He didn't say a word. He just put his
arm around me. And--and I was not myself. And he kissed me, and I
kissed him. I couldn't help it. I just had to. And then I knew I loved
him."
She paused, waiting with expectancy the benediction of her mother's kiss,
but Mrs. Morse was coldly silent.
"It is a dreadful accident, I know," Ruth recommenced with a sinking
voice. "And I don't know how you will ever forgive me. But I couldn't
help it. I did not dream that I loved him until that moment. And you
must tell father for me."
"Would it not be better not to tell your father? Let me see Martin Eden,
and talk with him, and explain. He will understand and release you."
"No! no!" Ruth cried, starting up. "I do not want to be released. I
love him, and love is very sweet. I am going to marry him--of course, if
you will let me."
"We have other plans for you, Ruth, dear, your father and I--oh, no, no;
no man picked out for you, or anything like that. Our plans go no
farther than your marrying some man in your own station in life, a good
and honorable gentleman, whom you will select yourself, when you love
him."
"But I love Martin already," was the plaintive protest.
"We would not influence your choice in any way; but you are our daughter,
and we could not bear t
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