Oswald's garden on a delightful evening in
midsummer, when, at my earnest entreaty, lovely Rose Oswald renewed the
promise made to me on that very spot just eight years ago; for my boyish
fancy had ripened into the strong man's love, and I felt that Rose
Oswald, as my wife, was all that was wanting to render me as happy as
one can reasonably expect to be in this world of change and vicissitude.
"If you are willing to resign yourself to my keeping," said I, "there is
no need of a long engagement, and when I leave Fulton I must take you
with me as my wife." "So soon, Walter." "Yes, Rose, _just so soon_. I
have long looked forward to this day, and now I almost count the minutes
till I can claim you as all my own," and so the matter was settled. When
Aunt Lucinda was informed of this arrangement she opened her eyes wide
in astonishment, and when she learned that the marriage was to take
place within a few days, she was highly delighted, "for", said she, "the
sun never shone on one like Rose Oswald before; in fact, she was far too
good for any one but you Walter, so if you had not chanced to fall in
love with her, she must have died an old maid.
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