Little Stories of Courtship (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1905 Excerpt: ... her, and the thirst to hear his voice when she needed it to still this unreasoning tumult, and the lack of any comfort from him until hours and hours and hours had passed, and his letter came. She imagined to herself his words of passionate regret that he had had to fail her--and his longing for her--poor little, shadowy-sweet Anna--who had been but a child so lately that she did not as yet know how to bear this new pain of being a woman; who must dance with it consuming her, and lie down on her bed once more, after the long, glittering, waste hours of the ball, and rise up again in the morning, still companied with it, against her sick will. Jakey Van Dorn--shining antithesis to Harland chivalrously willing to ruin his prospects for any girl, went back to his studious lair early, though Anna heard him go. She was listening for the postman's whistle. There was no letter in any of the morning mails, though Mrs. Lane lay in wait for the postman herself, and announced loudly from afar the nature of the epistles delivered, in tones of eager cheerfulness, to forestall disappointed expectation, while Anna and Ethel talked over all the minutiae of the dance. But at last the letter from Harland came. Mrs. Lane, breathless and flushed with haste, handed one out of the sheaf to Anna, who disappeared with her treasure into the next room. It had come She hungered for the opening words: "My darling, my darling, I'm so sorry, it hurt me more than you--" oh, that would stop the pain She opened the letter and read: r Thursday, 8 p. M. On the train. My dearest girl: Here am I, going farther and farther from you, at the very time when I should be going to you. It's hard luck, isn't it, that every one but me will see you in the pretty gown you told me you were m...