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neighboring Quaker meeting-house, in the preparation for which, and

the various special occupations of their "First-day" mornings, the



unsuspecting parents overlooked that inevitable change in the faces

of the lovers which they must otherwise have observed. After



dinner, as Eli was taking a quiet walk in the garden, Richard

Hilton approached him.



"Friend Mitchenor," said he, "I should like to have some talk with

thee."



"What is it, Richard?" asked the old man, breaking off some pods

from a seedling radish, and rubbing them in the palm of his hand.



"I hope, Friend Mitchenor," said the young man, scarcely knowing

how to approach so important a crisis in his life, "I hope thee has



been satisfied with my conduct since I came to live with thee, and

has no fault to find with me as a man."



"Well," exclaimed Eli, turning around and looking up, sharply,

"does thee want a testimony from me? I've nothing, that I know of,



to say against thee."

"If I were sincerely" target="_blank" title="ad.真诚地;诚恳地">sincerely attached to thy daughter, Friend Mitchenor,



and she returned the attachment, could thee trust her happiness in

my hands?"



"What!" cried Eli, straightening himself and glaring upon the

speaker, with a face too amazed to express any other feeling.



"Can you confide Asenath's happiness to my care? I love her with

my whole heart and soul, and the fortune of my life depends on your



answer."

The straight lines in the old man's face seemed to grow deeper and



more rigid, and his eyes shone with the chill glitter of steel.

Richard, not daring to say a word more, awaited his reply in



intense agitation.

"So!" he exclaimed at last, "this is the way thee's repaid me! I



didn't expect THIS from thee! Has thee spoken to her?"

"I have."



"Thee has, has thee? And I suppose thee's persuaded her to think

as thee does. Thee'd better never have come here. When I want to



lose my daughter, and can't find anybody else for her, I'll let

thee know."



"What have you against me, Friend Mitchenor?" Richard sadly asked,

forgetting, in his excitement, the Quaker speech he had learned.



"Thee needn't use compliments now! Asenath shall be a Friend while

_I_ live; thy fine clothes and merry-makings and vanities are not



for her. Thee belongs to the world, and thee may choose one of the

world's women."



"Never!" protested Richard; but Friend Mitchenor was already

ascending the garden-steps on his way to the house.



The young man, utterly overwhelmed, wandered to the nearest

grove and threw himself on the ground. Thus, in a miserable chaos



of emotion, unable to grasp any fixed thought, the hours passed

away. Towards evening, he heard a footstep approaching, and sprang



up. It was Moses.

The latter was engaged, with the consent of his parents and



expected to "pass meeting" in a few weeks. He knew what had

happened, and felt a sinceresympathy for Richard, for whom he had



a cordial regard. His face was very grave, but kind.

"Thee'd better come in, Richard," said he; "the evenings are damp,



and I v'e brought thy overcoat. I know everything, and I feel that

it must be a great cross for thee. But thee won't be alone in



bearing it."

"Do you think there is no hope of your father relenting?" he asked,



in a tone of despondency which anticipated the answer.

"Father's very hard to move," said Moses; "and when mother and



Asenath can't prevail on him, nobody else need try. I'm afraid

thee must make up thy mind to the trial. I'm sorry to say it,



Richard, but I think thee'd better go back to town."

"I'll go to-morrow,--go and die!" he muttered hoarsely, as he



followed Moses to the house.

Abigail, as she saw his haggard face, wept quietly. She pressed



his hand tenderly, but said nothing. Eli was stern and cold as an

Iceland rock. Asenath did not make her appearance. At supper, the



old man and his son exchanged a few words about the farm-work to be

done on the morrow, but nothing else was said. Richard soon



left the room and went up to his chamber to spend his last, his

only unhappy night at the farm. A yearning, pitying look from



Abigail accompanied him.

"Try and not think hard of us!" was her farewell the next morning,






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