And now, my dear old fellow, I see you shake your head and say, What is to come of all this?
Wait and see. If it should so happen that I should succeed in pleasing this little American princess if, having gained her ear as Cousin, I should succeed in proving to her that I am no cousin at all, but want to be more than cousin or brother or the whole world together to her if all this should come to pass, why there have stranger things happened in this world of ours.
But I am running before my time. Miss Dolly is yet an unknown quantity and there may be a long algebraic problem to be done before I can know what may be; and so, good−night for the present.
Yours ever truly,
ALFRED DUNBAR.
CHAPTER XLI. FINALE.
AFTER reading the preceding letters, there is no one who has cared to follow Dolly's fortunes thus far that is not ready to declare the end of the story.
One sees how the Christmas holidays stretched on and on; how Aunt and Grandmamma importuned Dolly to stay longer; how Dolly staid, and how she and Cousin Alfred walked and talked and studied New England history, and visited all the shrines in Boston and Cambridge and the region round about; how Aunt Debby plumed herself on the interesting state of things evidently growing up, but wisely said nothing to either party; how at last when spring came, and April brought back the mayflower buds, and Dolly felt that she could stay no longer but must go home to her parents, "Cousin Alfred" declared that he could not think of her taking a three days' journey alone, that he must go with her and protect her, and improve the opportunity to make the acquaintance of his relations in the country.
All this came to pass, and one fine evening, just at sunset, Hiel drove into Poganuc in glory, and deposited Dolly and her little hair trunk and her handsome attendant at the Parsonage door.
There was a bluebird singing on the top of the tall buttonwood tree opposite, just as he used to sing years before; and, as to Hiel, he returned home even better content with himself than ordinarily.
"There now, Nabby! didn't I tell ye what would happen when Dolly went to Boston? Wal, I've just set her down to the Doctor's with as fine a young sprig as you'd wish to see, who came all the way from Boston with her. I tell you, that air young man's eyes is sot; he knows what he's come to Poganuc fer, ef no one else don't."
"Dear me!" exclaimed Nabby and Mother Jones, both rushing to the window simultaneously with the vain hope of getting a glimpse.
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door−way when I come up, and mighty glad they was to see her, and him too, and shook hands with him. Oh, thet air's a fixed−up thing, you may depend." "Dear me, what is he?" queried Mother Jones. "Do you know, Hiel?"
"Of course I know," said Hiel; "he's a merchant in the Injy trade up there to Boston. I expect he makes lots o'
money."
"Dear me! I hope they won't set their hearts on worldly prosperity," said Mother Jones in a lugubrious tone;
"this 'ere's a dyin' world."
"For all that, Mother," said Hiel as they sat down to the tea−table, "you enjoy a cup o' hot tea as well as any woman livin', and why shouldn't the parson's folks be glad o' their good things?"
"Wal, I don' know," answered Mother Jones, "but it allers kind o' scares me when everything seems to be goin' jest right fer folks. Ye know the hymn says:
'We should suspect some danger nigh When we possess delight.'
I remember poor Bill Parmerlee fell down dead the very week he was married!"
"Well, Nabby and I neither of us fell down dead when we was married," said Hiel, "and nobody else that ever I heerd on, so we won't weep and wail if Dolly Cushing hez got a rich, handsome feller, and is goin' to live in Boston."
But, after all, Dolly and Alfred Dunbar were not yet engaged. No decisive word had been spoken between them; though it seemed now as if but a word were wanting.
It was after a week of happy visiting, when he had made himself most charming to all in the house, when Dolly and he had together explored every walk and glen and waterfall around Poganuc, that at last the young man found voice to ask the Doctor for what he wanted; and, armed with the parental approval, to put the decisive question to Dolly. Her answer is not set down. But it is on record that in the month of June there was a wedding at Poganuc which furnished the town with things to talk about for weeks.
It was a radiant June morning, when the elms of Poganuc were all alive with birds, when the daisies were white in the meadows, and the bobolink on the apple−tree was outdoing himself, that Hiel drove up to the door of the Parsonage to take Dolly and her husband their first day's journey towards their new home. There were the usual smiles and tears and kissing and crying, and then Hiel shut the stage−door, mounted his box, and drove away in triumph. It was noticed that he had ornamented his horses with a sprig of lilac blossoms over each ear, and wore a great bouquet in his button−hole.
And so our Dolly goes to her new life, and, save in memories of her childhood, is to be no longer one of the good people of Poganuc. . . . . . . . . .
Years have passed since then. Dolly has held her place among the matronage of Boston; her sons have graduated at Harvard, and her daughters have recalled to memory the bright eyes and youthful bloom of their mother.
As to Poganuc, all whom we knew there have passed away; all the Town−Hill aristocracy and the laboring farmers of the outskirts have gone, one by one, to the peaceful sleep of the Poganuc graveyard. There was laid the powdered head, stately form, and keen blue eye of Colonel Davenport; there came in time the once active brain and ready tongue of Judge Belcher; there, the bright eyes and genial smile of Judge Gridley; CHAPTER XLI. FINALE.
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there, the stalwart form of Tim Hawkins, the gray, worn frame of Zeph Higgins. Even Hiel's cheery face and vigorous arm had its time of waxing old and passing away, and was borne in to lie quiet under the daisies.
The pastor and his wife sleep there peacefully with their folded flock around them.
"Kinsman and townsman are laid side by side,
Yet none have saluted, and none have replied."
A village of white stones stands the only witness of the persons of our story. Even the old meeting−house is dissolved and gone. Generation passeth, generation cometh, saith the wise man, but the earth abideth forever.
The hills of Poganuc are still beautiful in their summer woodland dress. The Poganuc river still winds at their feet with gentle murmur. The lake, in its steel−blue girdle of pines, still reflects the heavens as a mirror; its silent forest shores are full of life and wooded beauty. The elms that overarch the streets of the central village have spread their branches wider, and form a beautiful walk where other feet than those we wot of are treading. As other daisies have sprung in the meadows, and other bobolinks and bluebirds sing in the tree−tops, so other men and women have replaced those here written of, and the story of life still goes on from day to day among the POGANUC PEOPLE.
THE END.
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Table of Contents
Poganuc People: Their Loves and Lives Harriet Beecher Stowe
CHAPTER I. DISSOLVING VIEWS.
CHAPTER II. DOLLY.
CHAPTER III. THE ILLUMINATION.
CHAPTER IV. DOLLY'S ADVENTURE.
CHAPTER V. DOLLY'S FIRST CHRISTMAS DAY.
CHAPTER VI. VILLAGE POLITICIANS.
CHAPTER VII. THE DOCTOR'S SERMON.
CHAPTER VIII. MR. COAN ANSWERS THE DOCTOR.
CHAPTER IX. ELECTION DAY IN POGANUC.
CHAPTER X. DOLLY'S PERPLEXITIES.
CHAPTER XI. DOLLY AND NABBY INVITED OUT.
CHAPTER XII. DOLLY GOES INTO COMPANY.
CHAPTER XIII. COLONEL DAVENPORT RELATES HIS EXPER
IENCES.
CHAPTER XIV. THE PUZZLE OF POGANUC.
CHAPTER XV. THE POGANUC PUZZLE SOLVED.
CHAPTER XVI. THE POGANUC PARSONAGE.
CHAPTER XVII. SPRING AND SUMMER COME AT LAST.
CHAPTER XVIII. DOLLY'S "FOURTH."
CHAPTER XIX. SUMMER DAYS IN POGANUC.
CHAPTER XX. GOING "A-CHESTNUTTING."
CHAPTER XXI. DOLLY'S SECOND CHRISTMAS.
CHAPTER XXII. THE APPLE-BEE.
CHAPTER XXIII. SEEKING A DIVINE IMPULSE.
CHAPTER XXIV. "IN SUCH AN HOUR AS YE THINK NOT."
CHAPTER XXV. DOLLY BECOMES ILLUSTRIOUS.
CHAPTER XXVI. THE VICTORY.
CHAPTER XXVII. THE FUNERAL.
CHAPTER XXVIII. DOLLY AT THE WICKET GATE.
CHAPTER XXIX. THE CONFLICT.
CHAPTER XXX. THE CRISIS.
CHAPTER XXXI. THE JOY OF HARVEST.
CHAPTER XXXII. SIX YEARS LATER.
CHAPTER XXXIII. THE DOCTOR MAKES A DISCOVERY.
CHAPTER XXXIV. HIEL AND NABBY.
CHAPTER XXXV. MISS DEBBY ARRIVES.
CHAPTER XXXVI. PREPARATIONS FOR SEEING LIFE.
CHAPTER XXXVII. LAST WORDS.
CHAPTER XXXVIII. DOLLY'S FIRST LETTER FROM BOSTON.
CHAPTER XXXIX. DOLLY'S SECOND LETTER.
CHAPTER XL. ALFRED DUNBAR TO EUGENE SINCLAIR.
CHAPTER XLI. FINALE.
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