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The Conscious Amanda
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“‘Of course,’ laughed Mildred. ‘I have known boys just like that.’
“‘But I was about right in regard to Rebecca,’ said her grandfather. ‘I kept on talking to her, and it was not long before she agreed to let me bring Mr. Bridges to see her–they were not acquainted. I had no trouble with him, for he was always glad to know pretty girls, and he had seen Rebecca. There never was a piece of match-making which succeeded better than that, and it delighted me to act as prompter of the play, while those two were the actors, and I was also the author of the piece.’
“‘Grandpa,’ said Mildred, ‘don’t you think all that was rather wrong?’
“‘I did not think so then,’ he answered, ‘and I am not sure I think so now; for really they were very well suited to each other, and there did seem to be danger that the man might marry my Aunt Amanda, and that, as it seemed to me then, and seems to me now, would have been a deplorable thing.’ (‘If you had known a little more, you scheming youngster,’ said Miss Amanda, ‘you would have understood that there was not the least danger of anything of the kind–that is to say, I am not sure there was any danger.’) ‘It was not long after these two people became acquainted before I had additional cause for congratulating myself that I had done a wise and prudent thing. Bridges came to see my Aunt Amanda every afternoon, just the same as he had been in the habit of doing, and yet he spent nearly every evening with Rebecca; and that proved to me he was not a fit lover for my Aunt Amanda, no matter how you looked at it.’
“‘But the young girl,’ said Mildred. ‘Didn’t you think he was also too fickle for her?’
“‘Oh, no,’ said the old gentleman; ‘I was quite positive that Rebecca could manage him when she got him. She would make him walk straight. I knew her; she was a great girl. Every morning I went to see her to inquire how things were coming on, and she told me one day that Mr. Bridges had proposed to her, and that she had accepted him, and that it was of no use to say anything about it to her father, because he would be sure to be dead set against it. Her mother was not living, and she kept house for her father, who was a doctor, and he had often said he would not let her marry anybody who would not come there and live with him; and, judging from what she had heard him say of Garrett Bridges on one or two occasions, she did not feel encouraged to propose this arrangement for him.
“‘So the plan they agreed upon–which, in fact, I suggested, although Rebecca would never have admitted it–was to go off quietly and get married. Then she could write to her father and tell him all about it, and when his anger had cooled down they could make him a visit, and it would depend on him what they should do next. I worked out the whole plan of operation, which Rebecca afterwards laid before Mr. Bridges as the result of her own ingenuity, for which he commended her very much. They both agreed–and you may be sure I did not disagree with them–that the sooner they were married the better. The equinoctial storms were expected before very long, and then a wedding-trip would be unpleasant and sloppy. So they fixed on a certain Wednesday, which suited me very well because my father and mother would then be away from home on a visit, and that would make it easier for me to do my part.’ (‘You little schemer!’ said Miss Amanda. ‘Of course you suggested that Wednesday.’)
“‘This place was quite in the country then, and eight miles from a station, and there was only one train to town, at seven o’clock in the morning. If they could get to the village where the station was at quarter-past six, they would have time to get married before the train came. Old Mr. Lawrence, the Methodist minister, was always up at six o’clock, and he could easily marry them in twenty minutes, and that would give them lots of time to catch the train. I would furnish the conveyance to take them to the village, and would also attend to Rebecca’s baggage. Mr. Bridges could have his trunk taken to the station without exciting suspicion. At five o’clock in the morning, I told Rebecca, I would have a horse and buggy tied to a tree by the roadside at a little distance from the doctor’s house where the lovers were to meet.