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The English Rose

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Title Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 07
Subject Pioneers
Description Stories and poems about early Southern Utah Pioneers
Publisher Snow College
Date 1975
Type Text
Format image/jpeg
Language eng
Rights Management Snow College
Holding Institution Snow College
ARK ark:/87278/s6154f64
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-26
Date Modified 2005-02-26
ID 325315
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6154f64

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Title The English Rose
Description "Aggie, Aggie, what am I doing now? What am I getting into? What have I agreed to do?" she sobbed. I went and held her close to me. "This cannot be the way God intended it to be. He is a God of love, not of demands. He must want men and women to marry for love, or he would not plan their eternal marriage. This life, and forever with the wrong man! It cannot be of God." She paused. Her body and arms were tight with anguish. "Tell me how it is," she began again, "to marry the man you want to marry?" "T'was heavenly, Miss. I wanted him and he wanted me. We were whole together. It was made in heaven, Miss, and by my faith it's still in heaven, waiting." "That is what I want; it's what I believe in. Someday, in some eternity, maybe God will arrange for me to be with one I can love, one I want to love. I am a romantic, Aggie; I believe in love. Without it, marriage is a culmination without a preface. I have to be in love with the man I marry. In my heart I will never marry this man." The widow knocked at the door. "James is here for you, Emily," she said too joyously. Miss wiped her eyes and splashed water on her face. She straightened her hair. "The time is now, Aggie," she said. Together we stepped into the adjoining room. Mr. Yates and his mother were standing there. "You are lovely, Sister Emily," Mr Yates said. "May I put your things in the wagon?" He stepped into the room behind us and brought out the small bag. The widow watched gleefully. "In the Church we have ways of taking care of everybody," she said. Miss turned away from the Yates' and wiped her eyes again. Mr. Yates must have noticed. "Mother," he said, "Sister Aggie, may I be alone with her for a moment?" "Certaibly, certainly," the widow said. "I say there's no better way to commence lovin'." She trotted off the opposite direction. I slipped back into the room behind me, and left the door ajar. "Emily," Mr. Yates said quietly, "I know this is a hard thing for you to do. I know you are not happy. I am not what you want in a husband. I have not courted you; I have other wives; I am much older than you. But I have observed you. You are a fine young lady. You know things the other women here have not had time to learn. I pledge to begin to love you now. But I do not insist on your marrying me. You still have your free choice. He paused, waiting it seemed, for Miss to speak. She did not. He went on, "Emily, I believe in God. I know he cares about what happens to us. You are feeling now as if He has forsaken you, aren't you? I prayed -20-
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Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol. 7
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-19
Date Modified 2005-02-19
ID 325298
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6154f64/325298