Beadle's Dime Novels No. 3: Myra, the Child of Adoption — page 81: what you’re looking at

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A PARENT'S ANGER. 79 would say. “ When your father knows his worth as we do, and is satisfied that you love him truly, then he will relent. We have but to wait.” They did wait, and in the mean time letter after letter came and went, thus linking those two young hearts more and more firmly together. Mr. D. came home at length, and now the true reason of his dislike to Whitney became manifest. Myra was intended for another. Wealth and station, every thing that could win the sanction of a proud man, was in favor of her father’s choice, and on the very day of his return he explained his in- tentions and his wishes to the young girl. “ You shall have a noble fortune, my child,” he said. “Few ladies in America shall give so fine a property to a husband.” “Father !” answered Myra, and it was wonderful how mild and firm the young girl remained, knowing, as she did, how powerful were the interests she opposed, with her fragile strength—“ Father, I can not marry this man. I do not loye fim, and will never commit the sin of wedding without affection.” The young girl was very pale, but there was a mild firm- ness in her eye that revealed all the pure strength that sus- tained her. She paused, drew a deep breath, and while her father stood gazing upon her, dumb with astonishment, she added : “T will never marry any man but Mr. Whitney, for while he ‘lives I can never love another.” And now that it was over, Myra began to tremble; for there was something terrible in the fierce and pallid rage that held her father for a time mute and motionless before her. At length his lips parted, and his eyes flashed. “ Whitney! the ingrate, the impostor, you love !—you would marry him against my consent?” “No, I will never marry any man against your consent, papa,” replied Myra, bursting into tears; for her strength had been taxed to the utmost, and she was not one to brave a parent’s wrath unmoved. “I can remain singie, and will, if you desire it; but with the feelings that I haye for Mr. Whit- ney, it would be a sin should I give one thought to another.” Mr. D. gazed on the pale, earnest face of his child as she comiclbooks.corn