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Riis, Jacob A., 1849-1914

"The Making of an American"

" But in the first happy days of our engagement I confess
that I did not think very much about him, except for mentioning
him once or twice to my friend as a good fellow, but such a queer
and obstinate one, who some day would see plainly that I was not
half as good as he thought, and learn to love some other girl who
was much better.
But one day there came a letter from America, and so far was Jacob
from my thoughts at that moment that, when my lieutenant asked
me from whom did I think that American letter came, I answered in
perfect good faith that I could not imagine, unless it were from
a former servant of ours who lived over there.
"No servant ever wrote that address," said Raymond, dryly. It was
from Jacob, and filled with good wishes for us both. He listened
to it in silence. I said how glad I was to find that at last he
looked upon me merely as a friend. "You little know how to read
between the lines," was his sober comment. He was very serious,
almost sad, it seemed to me.
In the early summer came the first cloud on my sunlit sky.


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