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stranger. The
man in the letter spoke with eloquence.
Then it dawned on her. If he were, then why
would he be telling her all this information? She knew that he
wanted to remain anonymous. Surely, Henry could not be the one.
This whole mystery was too obvious, too easy to solve. He had told
her too much. Or was he telling her all this information to throw
her off guard?
Henry sensed something was wrong as he
watched her stuff her medicine and bandages into her bag. “Are you
all right, Miss Edith? You’re not very talkative and you look a
little pale.”
Edith shook her head. “No, I’m all right.
I’ve just got a few things on my mind.”
“You know, you and I started off on the
wrong foot. I guess I was trying too hard to impress you. I tend to
jabber away when I’m nervous and say the wrong things. Can we start
again?”
When Edith looked up, he was smiling and his
eyes were hopeful. She smiled back and said, “Don’t worry about
it.”
“May I see you to your buggy, Miss
Edith?”
She nodded. “Yes, I’d like that.”
Henry smiled, took her bag in one hand, and
took her by the arm. After helping her into the buggy and handing
her the bag, he smiled sweetly once again, his eyes never leaving
hers.
“May I call on you some time, Miss
Edith?”
She was about to say she was too busy, but
changed her mind and nodded. “Of course, I’d like that.”
Edith whipped the reins and the horse took
off in a trot.
It was about time she gave men a chance. She had
been too judgmental and she wanted to change all that. Edith had
noticed the way Henry watched her and had not taken his eyes off
her the whole time. He had a gentle voice and loved children as she
did. He believed in the importance of music for children. And she
realized that he was trying harder to be a real gentleman by
escorting her to the buggy. In fact, he seemed more humble since
the last time she saw him.
Perhaps she had misjudged him and had been too hard
on him. She nodded to herself. She really should give him another
chance, get to know the inner person, his heart. If he called on
her, she would not mind.
She shook her head in confusion. No man had ever
lived up to her qualifications. Why that was, she was not sure.
Perhaps she was looking for a man that didn’t exist? Perhaps she
put the perfect man on too high of a pedestal that no man could
ever live up to? If the ideal man didn’t exist, then what? Was she
supposed to reevaluate her life and priorities? Was she expecting
too much in a man? What was she afraid of?
Whatever the problem was, she was waiting to
fall in love, and it had not happened as of yet. Although, if she
was constantly turning men away after their first or second call,
maybe she would never fall in love.
Chapter 10
Melancholy Music
It was dusk, and the evening was peaceful
and pleasant. Edith bid farewell to Melinda and Gilbert, and headed
for the buggy. A couple days had passed since she had given her
mother the letter to deliver to the mysterious stranger, and she
was wondering what he looked like, who he was, and what he did for
a living.
As she stepped into the buggy, she heard the
soft melodic sound of music in the distance. The music was mingled
with the sounds of a soft breeze and a Meadow Lark singing in the
background. Whatever it was drew her in the direction from whence
it came.
Edith immediately stepped down from the
buggy and listened. It was a soft melancholy sound, so beautiful
that it took her breath away. The melody was one of longing and
full of emotion. She had heard melodies such as this in the Celtic
folk songs of long ago.
As she approached the bunkhouse, she recognized the
delicate strumming of a guitar and the faint sound of the
harmonica. The music was played in perfect harmony, but yet each
instrument carried something special of its own. The music was
coming straight from the soul of the person playing. The sweet
notes were elusive and sweet, and it held her
man in the letter spoke with eloquence.
Then it dawned on her. If he were, then why
would he be telling her all this information? She knew that he
wanted to remain anonymous. Surely, Henry could not be the one.
This whole mystery was too obvious, too easy to solve. He had told
her too much. Or was he telling her all this information to throw
her off guard?
Henry sensed something was wrong as he
watched her stuff her medicine and bandages into her bag. “Are you
all right, Miss Edith? You’re not very talkative and you look a
little pale.”
Edith shook her head. “No, I’m all right.
I’ve just got a few things on my mind.”
“You know, you and I started off on the
wrong foot. I guess I was trying too hard to impress you. I tend to
jabber away when I’m nervous and say the wrong things. Can we start
again?”
When Edith looked up, he was smiling and his
eyes were hopeful. She smiled back and said, “Don’t worry about
it.”
“May I see you to your buggy, Miss
Edith?”
She nodded. “Yes, I’d like that.”
Henry smiled, took her bag in one hand, and
took her by the arm. After helping her into the buggy and handing
her the bag, he smiled sweetly once again, his eyes never leaving
hers.
“May I call on you some time, Miss
Edith?”
She was about to say she was too busy, but
changed her mind and nodded. “Of course, I’d like that.”
Edith whipped the reins and the horse took
off in a trot.
It was about time she gave men a chance. She had
been too judgmental and she wanted to change all that. Edith had
noticed the way Henry watched her and had not taken his eyes off
her the whole time. He had a gentle voice and loved children as she
did. He believed in the importance of music for children. And she
realized that he was trying harder to be a real gentleman by
escorting her to the buggy. In fact, he seemed more humble since
the last time she saw him.
Perhaps she had misjudged him and had been too hard
on him. She nodded to herself. She really should give him another
chance, get to know the inner person, his heart. If he called on
her, she would not mind.
She shook her head in confusion. No man had ever
lived up to her qualifications. Why that was, she was not sure.
Perhaps she was looking for a man that didn’t exist? Perhaps she
put the perfect man on too high of a pedestal that no man could
ever live up to? If the ideal man didn’t exist, then what? Was she
supposed to reevaluate her life and priorities? Was she expecting
too much in a man? What was she afraid of?
Whatever the problem was, she was waiting to
fall in love, and it had not happened as of yet. Although, if she
was constantly turning men away after their first or second call,
maybe she would never fall in love.
Chapter 10
Melancholy Music
It was dusk, and the evening was peaceful
and pleasant. Edith bid farewell to Melinda and Gilbert, and headed
for the buggy. A couple days had passed since she had given her
mother the letter to deliver to the mysterious stranger, and she
was wondering what he looked like, who he was, and what he did for
a living.
As she stepped into the buggy, she heard the
soft melodic sound of music in the distance. The music was mingled
with the sounds of a soft breeze and a Meadow Lark singing in the
background. Whatever it was drew her in the direction from whence
it came.
Edith immediately stepped down from the
buggy and listened. It was a soft melancholy sound, so beautiful
that it took her breath away. The melody was one of longing and
full of emotion. She had heard melodies such as this in the Celtic
folk songs of long ago.
As she approached the bunkhouse, she recognized the
delicate strumming of a guitar and the faint sound of the
harmonica. The music was played in perfect harmony, but yet each
instrument carried something special of its own. The music was
coming straight from the soul of the person playing. The sweet
notes were elusive and sweet, and it held her
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