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428 Loves of A. Fitz Clarence and Rosa Ethelton
" No, dear, I am in New York — a patient in the doctor's hands."
An agonizing shriek came buzzing to Alonzo's ear, like the sharp buzzing of a hurt gnat; it lost power in traveling five thousand miles. Alonzo hastened to say:
" Calm yourself, my child. It is nothing. Already I am getting well under the sweet healing of your presence. Rosannah?"
"Yes, Alonzo? Oh, how you terrified me! Say on."
V Name the happy day, Rosannah!"
There was a little pause. Then a diffident small voice replied, " I blush — but it is with pleasure, it is with happiness. Would — would you like to have it soon?"
" This very night, Rosannah! Oh, let us risk no more delays. Let it be now! — this very night, this very moment!"
" Oh, you impatient creature! I have nobody here but my good old uncle, a missionary for a generation, and now retired from service — nobody but him and his wife. I would so dearly like it if your mother and your Aunt Susan —"
" Our mother and our Aunt Susan, my Rosannah."
" Yes, our mother and our Aunt Susan — I am content to word it so if it pleases you; I would so like to have them present."
" So would I. Suppose you telegraph Aunt Susan. How long would it take her to come?"
" The steamer leaves San Francisco day after tomorrow. The passage is eight days. She would be here the 31st of March."
" Then name the 1st of April; do, Rosannah, dear."
" Mercy, it would make us April fools, Alonzo !"
" So we be the happiest ones that that day's sun looks down upon in the whole broad expanse of the |
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