Way Down East - A Romance of New England Life - Page 7/80

"I could not have taken this, even from your hands last week,

Anna--pardon me, Miss Moore."

"And why not? Had you been taking pledges not to drink tea?"

"It seems to me as if I've been living on rare beef and whole wheat

bread ever since I can remember----"

"Oh, yes, I forgot about your being in training for the game, but you

did so magnificently, you ought not to mind it. Why, you made Harvard

win the game. We were all so proud of you."

"All! I don't care about 'all.' Were you proud of me?"

"Of course I was," she answered with the loveliest blush.

"Then it is amply repaid."

"Let me give you another cup of tea."

"No, thanks, I don't care about any more, but if you will let me talk

to you about something-- See here, Anna. Yes, I mean Anna. What

nonsense for us to attempt to keep up the Miss Moore and Mr. Sanderson

business. I used to scoff at love at first sight and say it was all

the idle fancy of the poets. Then I met you and remained to pray.

You've turned my world topsy-turvy. I can't think without you, and yet

it would be folly to tell this to my Governor, and ask his consent to

our marriage. He wants me to finish college, take the usual trip

around the world and then go into the firm. Besides, he wants me to

eventually marry a cousin of mine--a girl with a lot of money and with

about as much heart as would fit on the end of a pin."

She had followed this speech with almost painful attention. She bit

her lips till they were but a compressed line of coral. At last she

found words to say: "We must not talk of these things, Mr. Sanderson. I have to go back

and care for my mother. She is an invalid and needs all my attention.

Bedsides, we are poor; desperately poor. I am here in your world, only

through the kindness of my cousin, Mrs. Tremont."

"It was your world till a year ago, Anna. I know all about your

father's failure, and how nobly you have done your part since then, and

it kills me to think of you, who ought to have everything, spending

your life--your youth--in that stupid little Waltham, doing the work of

a housemaid."

"I am very glad to do my part," she answered him bravely, but her eyes

were full of unshed tears.