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Hanna, Abigail Stanley

"Withered Leaves from Memory's Garland"


They sat till the family clock struck nine ere Hannah could
muster courage to announce her father's decision, and related the
conversation that had just occurred. William was perfectly astonished,
as he replied,
"You certainly cannot yield to his commands? Hannah, the happiness of
my life depends upon our union."
"Well, we will keep quiet a while and see what further light we can
get upon the subject. I have a fearful foreboding that the haughty,
stern looking stranger who has been here so much of late, has
something to do with it. He has been officious in his attention to me,
and I have trembled when I have seen his savage eyes fixed upon, me
with such a peculiar expression. And so we will be quiet and wait the
moving of the waters."
The following afternoon Captain Currier called his daughter into the
parlor, and closing the door, said abruptly,
"Well, Hannah, I 'spose you have squared up accounts with William, and
are now ready to enter a new firm. There is a noble chance for you my
gal. The rich Mr. Benson has offered his hand to you in marriage."
"Impossible! Why, father, is not he an Indian?"
"No more of an Indian than you are; to be sure he is not quite as
white as your milk and water Billy."
"I should think he was milk and molasses, at least, and the largest
part molasses, but without its sweetness."
"Well, be that as it may, I'm thinking his thousands will make the
dose quite palatable at any rate.


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