m me!"
"Don't call him that until he is your betrothed," replied Amrei, with a
strange mixture of feelings in her voice.
"Wait! I'll show you what you've got to do!" shrieked Rose. "Take
that!" and she dragged Barefoot down to the ground and struck her in the
face.
"I'll take my things off! Let me go!" screamed Barefoot.
But Rose let go before she had finished saying it; for, as if he had
risen out of the ground, John was standing before her! He was as pale as
death, and his lips were quivering. He could not speak, but merely
raised his hand to protect Barefoot, who was still kneeling on the
floor.
Barefoot was the first to speak; she cried out:
"Believe me, John, I have never seen her like that before, never in my
whole life! And it was my fault."
"Yes, it was your fault. And, now, come; you shall go with me and be
mine. Will you? I have found you, and I did not seek you. But now you
shall live with me and be my wife. It is God's will."
If any one could have seen Barefoot's eyes then! But no mortal eye has
ever fully seen a flash of lightning in the heavens, for no matter how
firmly we look, our eyes are sure to be dazzled. And there are also
flashes in the human eye which are never fully seen, just as there are
workings in the human heart which are never fully understood. A
momentary flash of joy, such as may brighten the face when the heavens
are opened, darted from Amrei's eyes. She covered her face with both
hands, and the tears ran forth from between her fingers.
John stood with his hand upon her. All the relatives had gathered
around, and were gazing with astonishment at the strange scene.
"What's all this with Barefoot? What's all this?" blustered Farmer
Rodel.
"So, your name is Barefoot?" cried John. He laughed loud and heartily,
and added: "Come, now, will you have me? Say so now, for here we have
witnesses to confirm it. Say 'Yes,' and nothing but death shall part
us!"
"Yes!--and nothing but death shall part us!" cried Barefoot, throwing
herself on his neck.
"Very well--then take her out of this house at once!" roared Farmer
Rodel, foaming with rage.
"Yes, you need not tell me to do that. I thank you for your good
reception, cousin. When you come to us some day, we'll make it quits,"
replied John. He put both hands up to his head, and cried: "Good
heavens! Mother, mother, how glad you will be!"
"Go up, Barefoot, and take your box away at once; for nothing belonging
to you s
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