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Love vs. Health
by
But, we loiter with the children, when we should go on with them through the narrow lane intersecting broad, rich meadows, and shaded by pollard willows, which form living and growing posts for the prettiest of our northern fences, and round the turn by the old Indian burying-ground. Now, having come to “the plain,” they pass the solemn precincts of the village Church, and that burying-ground where, since the Indian left his dead with us, generations of their successors are already lain. And now they enter the wide village street, wide as it is, shaded and embowered by dense maples and wide-stretching elms; and enlivened with neatly-trimmed court-yards and flower-gardens, It was a pleasant walk, and its sweet influences bound these young people’s hearts together. We are not telling a love-story, and do not mean to intimate that this was the beginning of one–though we have heard of the seeds nature implants germinating at as early a period as this, and we remember a boy of six years old who, on being reproved by his mother for having kept his book open at one place, and his eye fixed on it for half an hour, replied, with touching frankness–
“Mother, I can see nothing there but Caroline Mitchell! Caroline Mitchell!”
Little Mary Marvel had no other sentiment for Julius than his sister had. She thought him the kindest and the best; and much as she reverenced the village pedagogues, she thought Julius’s learning profounder than theirs, for he told them stories from the Arabian Nights–taught them the traditions of Monument Mountain–made them learn by heart the poetry that has immortalized them, and performed other miracles of learning and teaching, to which the schoolmaster didn’t approach!
Children’s judgments are formed on singular premises, but they are usually just conclusions. Julius was an extraordinary boy, and, fortunately, he was selected on that account, and not because he was sickly and could do nothing else (not uncommon grounds for this election), for a liberal education. Strong of heart and strong in body, he succeeded in everything, and without being a charge to his father. He went through college–was graduated with honour–studied law–and, when Mary Marvel was about nineteen, he came home from his residence in one of our thriving Western cities, for a vacation in his full legal business.
His first visit was to the Marvels, where he was received with as much warmth as in his father’s home. As he left the house, he said to his sister Anne, who was with him–
“How shockingly poor Mary is looking!”
“Shockingly! Why, I expected you would say she was so pretty!”
“Pretty! My dear Anne, the roses on your cheek are worth all the beauty that is left in her pale face. What have they done to her? When you were children, she was at robust, round little thing–and so strong and cheerful–you could hear her voice half a mile, ringing like a bell; and now it’s ‘Hark from the tomb a doleful sound!’ When I last saw her–let me see–four years ago–she was–not perhaps a Hebe–but a wholesome-looking girl.”
“Julius!–what an expression!”
“Well, my dear, it conveys my meaning, and, therefore, is a good expression. What has been the matter? Has she had a fever? Is she diseased?”
“Julius! No! Is that the way the Western people talk about young ladies?–Mary is in poor health–rather delicate; but she does not look so different from the rest of our girls–I, you know, am an exception.”
“Thank Heaven, you are, my dear Anne, and thank our dear, sensible mother, who understands the agents and means of health.”
“But Mary’s mother is a sensible woman too.”
“Not in her treatment of Mary, I am sure. Tell me how she lives. What has she been about since I was here?”
“Why, soon after you went away, you know, I wrote to you that she had gone to the–School. You know her parents are willing to do everything for her–and Mary was very ambitious. They are hard students at that school. Mary told me she studied from eight to ten hours a day. She always got sick before examination, and had to send home for lots of pills. I remember Mrs. Marvel once sending her four boxes of Brandreth’s at a time. But she took the first honours. At the end of her first term, she came home, looking, as you say, as if she had had a fever.”