1900 
THE RURAL NEW-YORKER. 
439 
A South Brotufleld Cyrano. 
Part II. 
Then in the letter which she and 
Henry had found after Emmett’s death 
had been written these words: 
“I couldn’t ask for any better heaven. 
Martha, than to walk with you around 
your garden; to pick the roses and pan¬ 
sies and the lilacs, and give them to you, 
letting them tell you what I can’t say- 
how much and in how many ways i 
love you.” 
And only just a few days ago Henry 
had said to her in reply to a question: 
“Yes, Martha, of course flowers have a 
language just as much as folks. When 
I pick a rose to give to the woman I 
love it says to her how much of pure, 
clean sweetness there is in her woman’s 
heart. Didn’t you ever notice, Martha, 
that when you smell of a rose it seems 
so much sweeter in the heart of it? 
That’s the way when you come to know 
the heart of a woman.” 
And she had laughed and said, “Well, 
Cousin Henry, when are you going to 
give a rose to a woman in that way?” 
But somehow a jealous pang khot across 
her mind at the thought of his ever car¬ 
ing for another woman in that way, and 
She had dismissed the thought as im¬ 
possible that he should ever marry. 
South Bromfield had likewise come to 
the same conclusion. For awhile the 
gossips had connected liis name with 
Martha’s, but they had long since given 
up any such idea as matrimony for the 
two. All the women liked Henry, but, 
as Aunt Mdlinda put it: 
“It don’t seem as if Henry could ever 
forget about that there crippled foot of 
his. He don’t seem to think that a wo¬ 
man ever looks at anything but outward 
appearances in a man. If that was so 
there wouldn’t be many women ever get 
married. For whatever men may have 
been like when them old heathens used 
to make marble images of tnem because 
they was so handsome, the most of 
them’s got somethin’ to mar their beauty 
now, and you’ve got to love them for 
somethin’ else besides that. Why, when 
James lets his whiskers grow, and don’t 
get his hair cut until Spring, I just have 
to keep tkinkin’ of how he wouldn’t tell 
a lie if it was to keep him from bein’ 
burned alive, and of what a good pro¬ 
vider he’s always been, in order to keep 
on admirin’ him. Now, if Henry could 
only jusit get over that notion of his 
about it’s not bein' possible for any wo¬ 
man ever to love him on account of his 
lameness, and just make up to Martha, 
Why, it would be a good thing for both 
of them. But Martha’s got some idea 
about always bein’ faithful to Emmett 
Borden. Of course, I admire this bein’ 
faithful to your pardner, although I 
usually admire it more in a man than I 
do in a woman. But then Martha never 
was Emmett’s wife, and though she may 
think it’s the same thing, there’s a heap 
of difference between just bein’ engaged 
and actually bein’ married. Before 
you’re married there’s always a feelin’ 
that you’ve got the Chance to look 
around and do better if you want to, and 
the oncertainty on either side sort of 
adds to the pleasure. But when you’re 
married you each belong to the other, 
and there ain’t any way of gettin’ away 
from it. 
“I don’t despair, though, about Martha, 
because she says, when I joke her about 
Henry, that they’re only just friends, but 
she feels that he understands her better 
than anyone else does. I’ve always no¬ 
ticed that when a woman commences to 
feel that some man understands her it’s 
the beginning of the end with her.” 
One evening Martha sat waiting on 
the door-step for Henry’s coming. She 
was about to carry out a long-cherished 
plan—that of having the treasured love- 
letters printed and bound together in a 
book. For some reason Henry had 
seemed averse to the project, but with 
coaxing he had consented to come this 
evening and help her select from them. 
“It isn’t that I want them passed 
around now and laughed at,” she had 
said to Henry; “but when I am dead and 
gone I’d like people to know what beau¬ 
tiful thoughts a man can have about the 
woman he loves. I Couldn’t ask any¬ 
body but you, Henry,” she added, “to 
help me look them over; but I know 
you’ll understand.” 
He was late to-night, and for the first 
time there stole over her the feeling of 
what it might be to wait in vain for his 
coming, to lose forever his faithful, ten¬ 
der friendship, and she felt her heart¬ 
beats quicken as she saw hum coming, 
wth hi's familiar halting step, up the 
pathway. 
He almost sat in silence as she read 
from the packet of letters. The twilight 
softly gathered each familiar object into 
night’s folds. From the garden there 
came the spicy smedl of the pinks, and 
little birds twittered sleepily from their 
nests. It was getting so dark that 
Martha had trouble in seeing the lines. 
“I did want to read this particular one 
to you, Henry,” she said. “Of course, 
it’s too fla—ering, but some day, perhaps, 
when folks have forgotten me, some girl 
with blue eyes may feel as if it had been 
written just for her. It’s all in poetry, 
and I’ll try to read a little of it anyway, 
so you can get an idea of how it goes. 
“More beautiful than fleecy clouds 
And sky which o’erhead lies 
Is that which gleams ’neath eyelids’ 
shrouds. 
The blue of Martha’s eyes. 
“From out the bank of mossy green 
There peeps the violet blue;” 
Here the gathering darkness blotted 
out the page before her, and Martha’s 
voice faltered; but the man beside her 
went on: 
“No lovelier its purple sheen 
Than eyes whose love I sue. 
“The bluebell swings its stalk of blue, 
Soft through the lisit’niing air; 
Its blossoms ’mind me of the hue 
Which Martha’s sweet eyes wear. 
“Where’er that azure tint may be— 
In flower or bending skies— 
It speaks just this one thing to me: 
It’s like my sweetheart’s eyes.” 
As he went on with the lines Martha 
sat at first in silence, too astonished to 
exClaim, and then suddenly a wave of 
revelation swept over her. He it was 
who had written these letters to her, in¬ 
stead of Emmett. Why had she never 
thought of it before? They were so like 
him. 
“And it was you, Henry, who was 
speaking to me all this time? Oh, hasn’t 
there ever been anything real and true 
MOTHERS—Be sure touse“Mrs.Wins- 
low’s Soothing Syrup” for your children 
while Teething. It is the Best— Adv. 
about my thinking I was loved all these 
years? Must I lose it all?” And the 
tears fell like rain upon her hands. 
“You never can lose my love, Martha, 
and Emmett loved you, too. I was de¬ 
formed and ungainly, and I knew you 
could ngver care for me. Emmett 
thought he might win you if he could 
only woo you in eloquent enough fash¬ 
ion, so he begged me to write the letters 
for him.” 
“And were you only writing his love- 
letters? Was that all it meant to you?” 
“Some of them were written, Martha, 
long before he ever asked me. I never 
meant to send them to you, but I 
tnought it could do no harm for me to 
write out something of what I felt for 
you, even if I could never go to you 
and offer my love.” 
“And why have you never told me of 
this before, Henry?” 
“How could I? When has there been 
the time that as a faithful friend to you 
and Emmett I coukl go to you and con¬ 
fess that I was the author of those let¬ 
ters? I do not know to-night how J 
came to so forget myself, only I’ve 
thought those verses over and over so 
many times that they slipped out before 
I knew it. It was so dark, and the gar¬ 
den smelled so sweet, that I just seemed 
to be saying to myself my loving 
thoughts about you.” 
His years of faithfulness rose up be¬ 
fore Mlartha and gave her courage to 
say, as Che laid her hand gently on his 
bowed head: 
“Henry, it’s you I’ve been loving all 
this time, and I didn’t know it. Now 
that I do, can’t you accept my love?” 
So now two may be seen at work in 
the old garden, where before there was 
but one, and Aunt Melinda says she is 
glad that Martha and Henry came to 
their senses at last.—Woman’s Home 
Companion. 
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The jolly little Jap shown in Fig. 141 
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