All was still in the house when Hattie climbed up those long and dreary
stairs, for tired working girls go to sleep early and sleep soundly.
They know the day must not dawn on their closed eyes, but they must be
up, wash, eat, and off to labor before the sun from its eastern up-lift
gilds the city spires.
Hattie entered her room, set her lamp alight, took off her things, and
sat down by her bedside to think.
She took the letter from her pocket which Mr. W---- had given her at
the bindery, and put it down on the table, unopened, and there it lay
for full a quarter of an hour, while she was lost in her meditation.
And yet men say a woman is made up of curiosity. And that is all men
know about it. They can say so, but it doesn’t make it so.
At last she took up the letter, looked again at her name written in a
bold, handsome hand on a business envelope of the firm, and then she
broke the seal.
The color came and went in her face, showing surprise, agitation, and
even pain, while she read it. That we may understand her feelings it
may be as well to give the letter place here. It ran thus:
“MISS HATTIE:--I feel embarrassed, hardly knowing how to frame words
to express a desire, a hope, and a fear.
“The desire is, in all sincerity, honor, truth, and tenderness, to
possess you as my wife--the holiest relationship known on earth.
“The hope is that you will listen to and reciprocate a love which I
believe to be pure and unselfish--a love based on your merits rather
than your transcendent beauty--a love, which, though fervent, will
be, I am sure, lasting as my life.
“A fear that I am not worthy of the boon I ask--your love and
hand--or, alas for me if it prove so, that young as you are, some one
else has already gained the heart which I would give worlds, were
they mine, to claim as my own, all my own.
“Can you respond favorably to this petition? I ask no speedy answer.
I will press no unwelcome suit. Come and go as you always do,
bringing brightness when I see you, leaving a void in my eyes, but
not in my heart, as you pass out, and when you feel that you can
answer me do so, confident that I shall ever love you. I shall never
presume to press one word on your ear which shall bring a frown on
the face so dear to me. God bless you, Miss Hattie, and may He turn
your heart to thoughts of your sincere friend,
“E. W----.”
For a love-letter, it was a model. I say so, and I ought to know, for,
young as I am, I’ve got a waste-basket half full of them.
Tears started in Hattie’s eyes as she carefully refolded the letter and
restored it to the envelope.
“He is a true and a noble man,” she said. “A gentleman in every sense.
But I cannot return his love. How can I say so and not wound his
generous and sensitive nature? I must think of it--I must ask advice
and aid from that unfailing source which never will bid me do wrong.”
And the pure, sweet girl knelt by her humble bed in silent prayer. Then
she arose, her heart lighter, her eyes bright with new inspiration.
She drew up to her table, opened a small portable writing-desk, and
rapidly wrote these words:
“MR. W----:--_Esteemed and Valued Friend_. The desire you express can
never be gratified, because, while feeling your worth, knowing how
good and truthful you are, I know in heart I cannot harbor the love
which would be a just return for that which you feel and offer. It
will make me very unhappy to think I sadden your bright life in any
way. Try to forget love in the friendship I shall ever feel so proud
and happy to possess.
“With sympathy and sincerity, I am your humble friend,
“HATTIE BUTLER.”
She bowed her head and wept after she had sealed and directed her
letter, for she felt sorrow in her soul that her answer must pain so
warm a heart.
Then she knelt again in silent prayer, read, as she ever did, a chapter
in the revealed word of God, and then lay down to the rest which
innocence alone can enjoy--that quiet, dreamless rest which gives new
life to the body and the soul.
And thus we will leave her, while for a time and for a reason we fly
far away on the swift wings of fancy to a different--a far different
scene.