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caught, ready to create an exciting new life. There had been no more dreams of the city, though, since she had been cajoled by her mother into answering Charles’ newspaper ad and had been unexpectedly swept off her feet by his poetic intensity that spelled out true love in a thousand different romantic ways.
The strapping young men in her town that she used to bat her eyelashes at all morphed into clodding oafs with no class or refinement when she thought of Charles. Her soon-to-be husband was clearly well-educated, so much so that his wondrous words sometimes sent her scampering to her friend Ellie in the schoolroom to borrow the dictionary.
I sometimes believe only God Himself could have granted us with this exquisite, inexplicable love, he had written, which forces tears to roll down my cheeks in homage to its sheer beauty.
No, she didn’t dream of the city anymore. Her dreams were filled with Gold Creek and ranchers and wedding dresses and their sweet faced children so tiny against the never ending background of the plains Charles described in his beautifully evocative letters. She could picture it all so clearly, just how perfect it was going to be.
“Hello, beautiful,” she heard a rough voice say, and looked up, annoyed at being so rudely plucked from the heavenly bliss where Charles’ letters sent her soaring.
It was the young man who’d been eyeing her, sitting down in the opposite seat to hers. He was dressed well but up close she could see he had bloodshot eyes and his breath reeked of alcohol. She thought he looked like a dandy who was determined to drink away his father’s hard earned money.
“What do you want?” she said, trying to contain her anger and almost managing it.
He giggled foolishly then leaned forward and looked in her eyes. She squirmed away and screwed up her face in disgust.
“You,” he said.
“Yuk!” she said, jumping up and sending her precious letters scattering. “Now look what you’ve done, you stupid idiot!”
She bent down, carefully picking up her letters and placing them on her seat. The young man got on his knees too, though she couldn’t tell if he was just falling over because he was so drunk. He reached out to pick up one of the letters.
“Don’t touch that!” she said loudly. “Leave me alone!”
He looked a little hurt as he got up, holding the side of the seat to steady himself, still unsure on his feet. She was so devastated that her most valuable possessions were strewn all over the floor that she didn’t even notice and if she had, wouldn’t have cared.
As she picked up each diamond of a letter, she saw flashes of my darling and the heroine who has managed to capture my heart and together in everlasting love , and she felt so full of joy that she decided not to let some drunk fool stand in the way of her happiness. He staggered back to his seat and she pretended to fire a shot into his back with her hand as the pistol.
Once the letters were all back, safe in her hands, she returned them to her safekeeping box. The only other thing in the box was her father’s wedding ring that her mother had given her as she’d stepped out of the door toward her new life. Tears in her eyes, her mother had rushed upstairs, come back down again holding the ring and told Pearl that she must guard it with her life. As Pearl took it in her hand, she felt a pain stab through her heart, as it did every time she had thought of him. Every day of her life had been good and happy until the angels had wrestled him out of the family’s desperate hands and carried him, as Pearl imagined it, up through the clouds and past the moon and sun and into Heaven to be with God.
“Your husband will wear the ring now,” her mother had said. “But only if he’s man enough to wear that ring. He’s gotta be just like your father. Kind but strong. Knows how to put food on the table and how to make a little girl feel like she’s the only one in the world. If not, you’d better
The strapping young men in her town that she used to bat her eyelashes at all morphed into clodding oafs with no class or refinement when she thought of Charles. Her soon-to-be husband was clearly well-educated, so much so that his wondrous words sometimes sent her scampering to her friend Ellie in the schoolroom to borrow the dictionary.
I sometimes believe only God Himself could have granted us with this exquisite, inexplicable love, he had written, which forces tears to roll down my cheeks in homage to its sheer beauty.
No, she didn’t dream of the city anymore. Her dreams were filled with Gold Creek and ranchers and wedding dresses and their sweet faced children so tiny against the never ending background of the plains Charles described in his beautifully evocative letters. She could picture it all so clearly, just how perfect it was going to be.
“Hello, beautiful,” she heard a rough voice say, and looked up, annoyed at being so rudely plucked from the heavenly bliss where Charles’ letters sent her soaring.
It was the young man who’d been eyeing her, sitting down in the opposite seat to hers. He was dressed well but up close she could see he had bloodshot eyes and his breath reeked of alcohol. She thought he looked like a dandy who was determined to drink away his father’s hard earned money.
“What do you want?” she said, trying to contain her anger and almost managing it.
He giggled foolishly then leaned forward and looked in her eyes. She squirmed away and screwed up her face in disgust.
“You,” he said.
“Yuk!” she said, jumping up and sending her precious letters scattering. “Now look what you’ve done, you stupid idiot!”
She bent down, carefully picking up her letters and placing them on her seat. The young man got on his knees too, though she couldn’t tell if he was just falling over because he was so drunk. He reached out to pick up one of the letters.
“Don’t touch that!” she said loudly. “Leave me alone!”
He looked a little hurt as he got up, holding the side of the seat to steady himself, still unsure on his feet. She was so devastated that her most valuable possessions were strewn all over the floor that she didn’t even notice and if she had, wouldn’t have cared.
As she picked up each diamond of a letter, she saw flashes of my darling and the heroine who has managed to capture my heart and together in everlasting love , and she felt so full of joy that she decided not to let some drunk fool stand in the way of her happiness. He staggered back to his seat and she pretended to fire a shot into his back with her hand as the pistol.
Once the letters were all back, safe in her hands, she returned them to her safekeeping box. The only other thing in the box was her father’s wedding ring that her mother had given her as she’d stepped out of the door toward her new life. Tears in her eyes, her mother had rushed upstairs, come back down again holding the ring and told Pearl that she must guard it with her life. As Pearl took it in her hand, she felt a pain stab through her heart, as it did every time she had thought of him. Every day of her life had been good and happy until the angels had wrestled him out of the family’s desperate hands and carried him, as Pearl imagined it, up through the clouds and past the moon and sun and into Heaven to be with God.
“Your husband will wear the ring now,” her mother had said. “But only if he’s man enough to wear that ring. He’s gotta be just like your father. Kind but strong. Knows how to put food on the table and how to make a little girl feel like she’s the only one in the world. If not, you’d better
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