Samantha at Saratoga by Marietta Holley (e book reader pc .TXT) đ
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âYouâd better go,â sez I, âI love to see you happy, Josiah Allen.â
âYes, youâd better go,â sez the man.
âNo!â sez Josiah, still a lookinâ round for a excuse, up into the heavens and onto the horizon. And at last his face kinder brighteninâ up, as if he had found one: âNo, it looks so kinder cloudy, I guess I wonât go. I think we shall have rain between now and night.â And so we said no more on the subject and sot out homewards.
Ardelia wrote a poem on the occasion, wrote it right there, with rapidity and a lead pencil, and handed it to me, before I left the room. I put it into my pocket and didnât think on it, for some days afterwards.
That night after we got home from the Roller Coaster, I felt dretful sort a down hearted about Abram Gee, I see in that little incident of the day, that Bial, although I couldnât like him, yet I see he had his good qualities, I see how truthful he wuz. And although I love truthâI fairly worship itâyet I felt that if things wuz as he said they wuz, he would moreân probable get Ardelia Tutt, for I know the power of Ambition in her, and I felt that she would risk the chances of happiness, for the name of beinâ a Bankerâs Bride.
So I sat there in deep gloom, and a chocolate colored wrapper, till as late as half past nine oâclock P. M. And I felt that the course of Abramâs love wuz not runninâ smooth. No, I felt that it wuz runninâ in a dwindlinâ torrent over a rocky bed, and a precipitus one. And I felt that if he wuz with me then and there, if we didnât mingle our tears together we could our sithes, for I sithed, powerful and frequent.
Poor short-sighted creeter that I wuz, a settinâ in the shadow, when the sun wuz jest a gettinâ ready to shine out onto Abram and reflect off onto my envious heart. Even at that very time the hand of righteous Retribution had slipped its sure noose over Bial Flamburgâs neck, and wuz a walkinâ him away from Ardelia, away from happiness (oritory).
At that very hour, half past nine P. M., Ardelia Tutt and Abram Gee had met agin, and rosy love and happiness wuz even then a stringinâ roses on the chain that wuz to bind âem together forever.
The way onât wuz: It beinâ early when Ardelia got here, Bial proposed to take her out for a drive and she consented. He got a livery horse, and buggy, and they say that the livery man knew jest what sort of a creeter the horse wuz, and knew it wuz liable to break the buggy all to pieces and them to, and he let âem have it for goin.â But howsumever, whether that is so or not, when they got about five or six milds from Saratoga the horse skeert out of the road, and throwed âem both out.
It wuz a bank of sand that skeert it, a high bank that wuz piled up by a little hovel that stood by the side of the road. The ground all round the hut wuz too poor to raise anything else but sand, and had raised sights of that.
A man and woman, dretful shabby lookinâ, wuz a standinâ by the door of the hut, and the man had a shovel in his hand, and had been a loadinâ sand into a awful big wheelbarrow that wuz a standinâ byâseeminâly ready to carry it acrost the fields, to where some man wuz a mixinâ some motar, to lay the foundations of a barn.
Wall, the old man stood a pantinâ by the side of the wheelbarrow, as if he had indeed got on too heavy a load. It wuz piled up high. The horse shied, and Ardelia wuz throwed right out onto the bank of sand, Bial by the side of her. And the old man and woman came a runninâ up, and callinâ out, âBial, my son, my son, are you wounded?â
And there it all wuz. Ardelia see the hull on it. The Banker wuz before her, and she wuz a layinâ on the bank. And the banker wuz a doinâ a heavy business, if anybody doubted it, let âem take holt and cart a load on it acrost the fields.
Wall, Ardelia wuz jarred fearful, in her heart, her ambition, her pride, and her bones. And as the horse wuz a fleeinâ far away, and no other conveyance could be found to transport her to the next house (Ardelia wouldnât go into hisân), and night wuz approachinâ with rapid strides, the old Banker jest unloaded the load of sand (good old creeter, he would have to load it all over agin), and took Ardelia into the wheelbarrow, and wheeled her over to the next house and unloaded her.
The old Banker told Ardelia that when his neighbor got home he would take her back to Saratoga, which he did. He had been to the village for necessaries, but he turned right round and carried her back to Mr. Pixleyses. And I sâpose Ardelia paid him, mebby as high as 75 cents. As for Bial, he tramped off into the house, and she didnât see him agin, nor didnât want to. Wall, I sâpose it wuz durinâ that ride on the wheelbarrow, that Ardeliaâs ambition quelled to softer emotions. I sâpose so. She never owned it right up to me, but I sâpose so.
Bial Flamburg hadnât lied a word to her. In all her agony she realized that. But she had built a high towerinâ structure of ambition on what he said, and it had tottered. And as is natural in times of danger, the heart turns instinctively to its true love, she thought of Abram Gee, she wanted him. And as if in answer to her deep and lovinâ thought, who should come out to the buggy to help her out at Mr. Pixleyses gate, but Abram Gee? He had come unexpected, and on the eight oâclock train, and wuz there waitinâ for her.
If Bial Flamburg had been with her, he wouldnât have gone a nigh the buggy, but he see it was a old man, and he rushed out. Ardelia couldnât walk a step on her feet (owinâ to bein shaken up, in bones and feelinâs), and Abram jest took her in his strong lovinâ arms and carried her into the house, and she sort a clung round his neck, and seemed tickled enough to see him,
But she wuz dretful shook up and agitated, and it wuznât till way along in the night some time, that she wuz able to write a poem called, âa lay on a wheelbarrow; or, the fallen one.â
Which I thought when I read it, wuz a good name for it, for truly she had fell, and truly she had lay on it. Howsumever, Ardelia wrote that jest because it wuz second nater to write poetry on every identical thing she ever see or did.
She wuz glad enough to get rid of Bial Flamburg, and glad enough to go back to her old love. Abram wuz too manly and tender to say a word to Ardelia that night on the subject nearest to his heart. No, he see she needed rest. But the next day, when they wuz alone together, I sâpose he put the case all before her. All his warm burninâ love for her, all his jealousy, and his wretchedness while she wuz a waverinâ between Banks and Bread, how his heart had been checked by the thought that Bial would vault over him, and in the end hold him at a discount.
Why, I sâpose he talked powerful and melted Ardeliaâs soft little heart till it wuz like the softest kind of dough in his hands. And then he went on tenderly to say, how he needed her, and how she could mould him to her will. I sâpose he talked well, and eloquent, I sâpose so. Anyhow she accepted him right there in full faith and a pink and white cambric dress.
And they came over and told me about it in the afternoon P. M. And I felt well and happy in my mind, and wished âem joy with a full heart and a willinâ mind.
They are both good creeters. And she beinâ so soft, and he so kinder hardy and stout-hearted, I believe they will get along firstrate. And when she once let her mind and heart free to think on him, she worships him so openly and unreservedly (though soft), that I donât, believe there is a happier man in the hull country.
Wall, I lay out to giveâem a handsome present when they be married, which will be in the fall. Mother Gee (who has got as well as can be expected) is goinâ to live with Susan. And Iâm glad onât. Mother Gee is a good old female no doubt, but it is resky work to take a new husband to live with, and when you take a mother-in-law too it adds to the resk.
But she is goinâ to live with Susan; it is her prefference.
And Abram has done so well, that he has bought another five acres onto his place, and is a goinâ to fix his house all over splendid before the weddinâ day. And Ardelia is to go right from the altar to her homeâit is her own wishes.
She knows enough in her way, Ardelia duz. And she has a wisdom of the heart which sometimes I think, goes fur ahead of the wisdom of the head. And then agin, I think they go well together, wisdom of the head and the heart too. (The times I think this is after readinâ her poetry.)
But any way she will make Abram a good soft little wife, lovinâ and affectionate always. And good land! he loves her to that extent that it wouldnât make no difference to him if she didnât know enough to come in when it rained. He would fetch her in, drippinâ and worship her, damp or dry.
Them verses of Ardeliaâs, that she handed me, by the Roller Coaster wuz as followsâ
âA LAY ON A ROLLER COASTER
âBY ARDELIA TUTT.
âOh was thy track all straight, and smooth like glass
Thou couldest not mount the hills, and lo, the dells,
The hills and dells oh! Roller Coaster pass
In peace, believing all things well.
âThe hills of life go down, and mount elate
We mount or sink on them, as case may be
All seated on the wagon seat of lifeâ
A holdinâ on in peace, or screaminâ fearfulee.
âHold then thy breath, and go, eâen up or down,
Hold to the seat, and hold to royal hope,
Hope for the best, so shalt thou wear a crown,
A clinging hope to hold, is better than a rope.
âMount then the Mounts, Oh Roller Coaster mount,
And sink then in the dells with brow serene;
âTis no disgrace to sink a spell, we count
Him coward, knave, who floats and calls it mean.â
Ardelia always will stand up for Josiah Allen, and I am glad onât. I should jest as soon be jealous of one of Josiahâs gingham neckties, one of the thinnest and stringiest ones, as to be jealous of her. She means well, Ardelia duz.
AN ACCIDENT WITH RESULTS.
Wall, it wuz on the very day before we laid out to leave for home. I wuz a settinâ in my room a mendinâ up a rip in my pardnerâs best coat, previous to packinâ in his trunk, when all of a sudden Miss Flammâs hired girl came in a cryinâ, and sez I, âWhat is the matter?â
And sez she, âAh! Miss Flamm has sent for you and Mr. Allen to come over there right away. There has been a axident.â
âA axident!â sez I.
âYes,â sez she. âThe little girl has got hurt, and they donât think she will live. Poor little pretty thing,â sez the hired girl, and busted out a cryinâ agin.
âHow did she get hurt?â sez I, as I laid down the coat, and went to tyinâ on my bunnet mekanically.
âWall, the nurse had her out with the baby and the little boys. And we sâpose she had been drinkinâ too much. We all knew she drinked, and she wuznât in a condition to go out with the children this morninâ, and Miss Flamm would have noticed it and kepâ âem in, but the dog wuz sick all night, and Miss Flamm wuz up with it most all night, and she felt wore out
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