The Courtship of Susan Bell | Page 8

the dodge.
"Oh, Hetta, you should have looked at those drawings. He is so clever!"
said Susan.
"I don't know that they would have done me much good," replied Hetta.
"Good! Well, they'd do me more good than a long sermon, I know,"
said Susan; "except on a Sunday, of course," she added apologetically.
This was an ill-tempered attack both on Hetta and Hetta's admirer. But
then why had Hetta been so snappish?
"I'm sure he's a wolf;" thought Hetta as she went to bed.
"What a very clever young man he is!" thought Susan to herself as she
pulled the warm clothes round about her shoulders and ears.
"Well that certainly was an improvement," thought Aaron as he went
through the same operation, with a stronger feeling of self- approbation
than he had enjoyed for some time past.
In the course of the next fortnight the family arrangements all altered
themselves. Unless when Beckard was there Aaron would sit in the
widow's place, the widow would take Susan's chair, and the two girls
would be opposite. And then Dunn would read to them; not sermons,
but passages from Shakspeare, and Byron, and Longfellow. "He reads
much better than Mr. Beckard," Susan had said one night. "Of course
you're a competent judge!" had been Hetta's retort. "I mean that I like it
better," said Susan. "It's well that all people don't think alike," replied
Hetta.
And then there was a deal of talking. The widow herself, as
unconscious in this respect as her youngest daughter, certainly did find
that a little variety was agreeable on those long winter nights; and
talked herself with unaccustomed freedom. And Beckard came there
oftener and talked very much. When he was there the two young men
did all the talking, and they pounded each other immensely. But still

there grew up a sort of friendship between them.
"Mr. Beckard seems quite to take to him," said Mrs. Bell to her eldest
daughter.
"It is his great good nature, mother," replied Hetta.
It was at the end of the second month when Aaron took another step in
advance--a perilous step. Sometimes on evenings he still went on with
his drawing for an hour or so; but during three or four evenings he
never asked any one to look at what he was doing. On one Friday he sat
over his work till late, without any reading or talking at all; so late that
at last Mrs. Bell said, "If you're going to sit much longer, Mr. Dunn, I'll
get you to put out the candles." Thereby showing, had he known it or
had she, that the mother's confidence in the young man was growing
fast. Hetta knew all about it, and dreaded that the growth was too quick.
"I've finished now," said Aaron; and he looked carefully at the
cardboard on which he had been washing in his water-colours. "I've
finished now." He then hesitated a moment; but ultimately he put the
card into his portfolio and carried it up to his bedroom. Who does not
perceive that it was intended as a present to Susan Bell?
The question which Aaron asked himself that night, and which he
hardly knew how to answer, was this. Should he offer the drawing to
Susan in the presence of her mother and sister, or on some occasion
when they two might be alone together? No such occasion had ever yet
occurred, but Aaron thought that it might probably be brought about.
But then he wanted to make no fuss about it. His first intention had
been to chuck the drawing lightly across the table when it was
completed, and so make nothing of it. But he had finished it with more
care than he had at first intended; and then he had hesitated when he
had finished it. It was too late now for that plan of chucking it over the
table.
On the Saturday evening when he came down from his room, Mr.
Beckard was there, and there was no opportunity that night. On the
Sunday, in conformity with a previous engagement, he went to hear Mr.
Beckard preach, and walked to and from meeting with the family. This
pleased Mrs. Bell, and they were all very gracious that afternoon. But
Sunday was no day for the picture.
On Monday the thing had become of importance to him. Things always
do when they are kept over. Before tea that evening when he came

down Mrs. Bell and Susan only were in the room. He knew Hetta for
his foe, and therefore determined to use this occasion.
"Miss Susan," he said, stammering somewhat, and blushing too, poor
fool! "I have done a little drawing which I want you to accept," and he
put his portfolio down on the table.
"Oh!