Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | The University of Arkansas Press | 1997
Transcription 34 THE CUB OF THE PANTHER
"I don't know whether I am or not; but if I am, it don't matter, for I
don't mean to get up from this seat for a good hour. I'm tired down
with dancing.
"But for me, Rose?" pleaded the mortified hunter.
"And why for you, more than any other person?"
And here the bright big eyes of the damsel looked full into his own,
with something more of questioning than her words conveyed. But
even to these the bashful lover had no immediate answer. When he did
speak, it was to resume his pleadings for her hand in the next dance.
Had he found the proper courage and the quick wit to have asked, in a
soft, subdued whisper, for her hand through life as probably she
expected how much of the Fate might have been baffled? possibly
such a change wrought in the future, as might have secured him the
object which he sought most in life, and a greater degree of happiness
for both. But, who knows? What might have been, is always a very
doubtful commentary upon what is, and has been!
Joe Scrymgeour, meanwhile, gave tongue to his fiddle. Squire
Blanton rushed across the floor, making up the sets and bringing par-
ties together. Once more the dancers were upon the floor, and Mike,
seized upon by the Squire, was again, per force, the partner of the fair
and fat Miss Scrymgeour. Rose, to the last, had been obdurate in her
refusal, and, though longing to take and keep his seat beside her, the
good-natured hunter found it impossible to resist the Squire, who had
actually brought Miss Scrymgeour across the room to where he stood,
sad and very spiritless. When Aunt Betsy succeeded to the place which
he had occupied near to Rose, she asked eagerly,
"Well, Rose, honey, what? Has he axed you?""To dance? Yes.""Only to dance?""What more?""Well, I thought, honey
"Oh! You are always thinking. It's no use, Aunty, for you to be doing
my thinking as well as your own. I'm old enough for that myself.""Ef 'twas the wisdom and sense, honey, that you had, as well as the
nineteen years of age, 'twould be all the better for you. And you wouldn't
even dance with him?""No! I'm tired down.""It's not that, Rose Carter. It's nateral parvasity of your temper. Oh,
it's so sorrowful so sorrowful I am! I'm afeared you'll carry these
tricks a leetle too far for your good chainces,, Rose."