the upper window,
where Araminta was watching, her face stained with tears.
As he went out of the gate, she, too, felt shut out from something
strangely new and sweet, but her conscience rigidly approved, none the
less. Against Aunt Hitty's moral precepts, Araminta leaned securely,
and she was sure that she had done right.
The Maltese kitten was purring upon a cushion, the loved story book lay
on the table nearby. Doctor Ralph was going down the road, his head
bowed. They would never see each other again--never in all the world.
She would not tell Aunt Hitty that Doctor Ralph had asked her to marry
him; she would shield him, even though he had insulted her. She would
not tell Aunt Hitty that Doctor Ralph had kissed her, as the man in the
story book had kissed the lady who came back to him. She would not
tell anybody. "Never in all the world," thought Araminta. "We shall
never see each other again."
Doctor Ralph was out of sight, now, and she could never watch for him
any more. He had gone away forever, and she had broken his heart. For
the moment, Araminta straightened herself proudly, for she had been
taught that it did not matter whether one's heart broke or not--one
must always do what was right. And Aunt Hitty knew what was right.
Suddenly, she sank on her knees beside her bed, burying her face in the
pillow, for her heart was breaking, too. "Oh, Lord," she prayed,
sobbing wildly, "keep me from the contamination of marriage, for Thy
sake. Amen."
The door opened silently, a soft, slow step came near. The pillow was
drawn away and a cool hand was laid upon Araminta's burning cheek.
"Child," said Miss Evelina, "what is wrong?"
Araminta had not meant to tell, but she did. She sobbed out, in
disjointed fragments, all the sorry tale. Wisely, Miss Evelina waited
until the storm had spent itself, secretly wishing that she, too, might
know the relief of tears.
"I knew," said Miss Evelina, her cool, quiet hand still upon Araminta's
face. "Doctor Ralph told me before he went home."
"Oh," cried Araminta, "does he hate me?"
"Hate you?" repeated Miss Evelina. "Dear child, no. He loves you.
Would you believe me, Araminta, if I told you that it was not wrong to
be married--that there was no reason in the world why you should not
marry the man who loves you?"
"Not wrong!" exclaimed Araminta, incredulously. "Aunt Hitty says it
is. My mother was married!"
"Yes," said Miss Evelina, "and
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