Stella Rosevelt — page 151: what you’re looking at

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“2ET ME DEPICT YOUR FUTURE.” 145 ‘‘T thought you had friends here who were to care for you always.” She colored, but answered, gravely : ‘‘T should not be content to pass my life here. I shall stay only long enough to complete my education; then I shall go back to my own country to teach.” ) He understood her; he saw, even though she would not confess it, that her life since coming to America had not been a happy one. He saw now, as he looked down into her face, so fair and beautiful, what he had not noticed before, she had always been so bright and animated when with him. There was a wistful look in her eyes, lines of sadness about her sensitive mouth, that told him of a heart yearning for love and finding only husks to feed upon. She was going to be a teacher, she said; she was bending all her energies in that direction, and was working, he felt assured. far beyond her strength. : She did not look fit to fight the battle of life alone; she was slender and delicate, although he felt that, in spite of her fragile appearance, there was an element of strength in her character which would overcome every obstacle which it was possible for a human being in her position to overcome. She had ‘‘ her future to carve out,” she had told him. What did she intend that future to be?—what were her hopes, her aims, her plans? Surely not to teach a/ways. Ah, if she would but learn to love him—if he could win her, it would be very different from the wearying, dragging life of a teacher. Before he was hardly aware of his intention, his heart had overleaped every barrier, he bent toward her and said, in a low, earnest tone: ‘«Star, I love you. Let me depict your future for you.” GOmiicbdooks (E()