Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Short Stories | U of South Carolina P | 1974
Transcription I00CARL WERNER
him, promises to take me with him into business. Read the letter,
Carl see how fairly the good old fellow speaks. He is a good old
fellow he always loved me. I was his favorite, 'Tilda—he never
thought much of you. But, never you mind—there's no good fortune
that comes to Herman that you shall not share both of you. So,
it matters not much which of us the old man loved it's the same
thing; but go I must, and, as I've told you already, I go to-morrow.'
"This seemed a settled matter in the mind of Herman, and it
produced a melancholy feeling in that of Carl. It seemed to impress
Matilda even more gloomily, as well it might; for Herman was an
only brother, and having neither mother nor father, the privation,
she well knew, must be severely felt. She had no longer spirit to
remain abroad, and closely attended by the young men, she returned,
in sorrowful temper, to her cottage.
"You may be sure that was a gloomy evening in the house of
Matilda; and not even the well-satisfied love of the betrothed, could
make it otherwise to either of them. Herman was quite too dear to
his sister and his friend, to suffer them, at such a moment, to feel
their own felicity as perfect, just when they were about to be deprived
of him, perhaps for ever. The maiden felt so unhappy, that she
retired at an early hour, and the two young men wandered forth to
talk over their several projects, and the various, and we may add,
the sorrowful thoughts, with which their approaching separation had
filled them both. They had been so long as one—so perfectly in-
separable, hitherto that it is not to be wondered at, if they were
almost unmanned by it. Carl, indeed, suffered far more than
Herman. The latter had the excitements of a new world in promise
before him—the prospects of bettering his fortunes, and, besides
this, he was of a more elastic and lively temper than his friend. He
could very well bestow consolation, where other wanderers would
have needed it. Carl had been always a dependant upon Herman,
whose excellent spirits and generous mood had frequently neutral-
ized the excessive morbidness of his imagination; and when the
former thought of this, and of his weakness in many respects, he ex-
aggerated to his own mind the greatness of the privation which he