The Bread-winners eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 316 pages of information about The Bread-winners.

The Bread-winners eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 316 pages of information about The Bread-winners.

She knew as few men as women.  She sometimes went to the social gatherings affected by her father’s friends, Odd Fellows’ and Druids’ balls and the festivities with which the firemen refreshed themselves after their toils and dangers.  But her undeniable beauty gained her no success.  She seemed to take pains to avoid pleasing the young carpenters, coachmen, and journeyman printers she met on these occasions.  With her head full of fantastic dreams, she imagined herself a mere visitor at these simple entertainments of the common people, and criticised the participants to herself with kindly sarcasm.  If she ever consented to dance, it was with the air with which she fancied a duchess might open a ball of her servants.  Once, in a round game at a “surprise” party, it came her turn to be kissed by a young blacksmith, who did his duty in spite of her struggles with strong arms and a willing heart.  Mr. Browning makes a certain queen, mourning over her lofty loneliness, wish that some common soldier would throw down his halberd and clasp her to his heart.  It is doubtful if she would really have liked it better than Miss Maud did, and she was furious as a young lioness.  She made herself so disagreeable about it that she ceased to be invited to those lively entertainments; and some of the most eligible of the young “Cariboos”—­a social order of a secret and mysterious rite, which met once a week in convenient woodsheds and stable-lofts—­took an oath with hands solemnly clasped in the intricate grip of the order, that “they would never ask Miss Matchin to go to party, picnic, or sleigh-ride, as long as the stars gemmed the blue vault of heaven,” from which it may be seen that the finer sentiments of humanity were not unknown to the Cariboos.

Maud came thus to be eighteen, and though she was so beautiful and so shapely that no stranger ever saw her without an instant of glad admiration, she had had no suitor but one, and from him she never allowed a word of devotion.  Samuel Sleeny, a carpenter who worked with her father, and who took his meals with the family, had fallen in love with her at first sight, and, after a year of dumb hopelessness, had been so encouraged by her father’s evident regard that he had opened his heart to Saul and had asked his mediation.  Matchin undertook the task with pleasure.  Pie could have closed his eyes in peace if he had seen his daughter married to so decent a man and so good a joiner as Sleeny.  But the interview was short and painful to Matchin.  He left his daughter in possession of the field, and went to walk by the lake shore to recover his self-possession, which had given way beneath her firm will and smiling scorn.  When he returned to the shop Sleeny was there, sitting on a bench and chewing pine shavings.

“What did she say?” asked the young fellow.  “But never mind—­I see plain enough it’s no use.  She’s too good for me, and she knows it.”

“Too good!” roared Saul.  “She’s the golderndest——­”

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