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Wherever you listen to podcasts today, we'll be continuing rainbow Valley by Lucy Maud Montgomery chapter 32 Two Stubborn People rosemary west, on her way home from a music lesson at Ingleside, turned aside to the hidden spring in Rainbow Valley.

She had not been there all summer.

The beautiful little spot had no longer any allurement for her.

The spirit of her young lover never came to the trist now, and the memories connected with John Meredith were too painful and poignant.

But she had happened to glance backward up the valley and had seen Norman Douglas vaulting as airily as a stripling over the old stone d*** of the Bailey garden and thought he was on his way up the hill.

If he overtook her, she would have to walk home with him, and she was not going to do that.

So she slipped at once behind the maples of the spring, hoping he had not seen her and would pass on.

But Norman had seen her, and what was more, was in pursuit of her.

He had been wanting for some time to have a talk with Rosemary, but she had always, so it seemed, avoided him.

Rosemary had never at any time liked Norman Douglas very well.

His bluster, his temper, his noisy hilarity had always antagonized her long ago.

She had often wondered how Ellen could possibly be attracted to him.

Norman Douglas was perfectly aware of her dislike, and he chuckled over it.

It never worried Norman if people did not like him.

It did not even make him dislike them in return, for he took it as a kind of extorted compliment.

He thought Rosemary a fine girl and he meant to be an excellent, generous brother in law to her.

But before he could be her brother in law, he had to have a talk with her.

So, having seen her leaving Ingleside as he stood in the doorway of a glen store.

He had straightway plunged into the valley to overtake her.

Rosemary was sitting pensively on the maple seat where John Meredith had been sitting on that evening nearly a year ago.

The tiny spring shimmered and dimpled under its fringe of ferns.

Ruby red gleams of sunset fell through the arching boughs.

A tall clump of perfect asters grew at her side.

The little spot was as dreamy and witching and evasive as any retreat of fairies and dryads in ancient forests.

Into it Norman Douglas bounced, scattering and annihilating its charm.

In a moment, his personality seemed to swallow the place up.

There was simply nothing there but Norman Douglas big, red bearded complacent.

Good evening, said Rosemary coldly, standing up.

Evening, girl.

Sit down again.

Sit down again.

I want to have a talk with you.

Bless the girl.

What's she looking at me like that for?

I don't want to eat you.

I've had my supper.

Sit down and be civil.

I can hear what you have to say quite as well.

Here, said Rosemary.

So you can, girl, if you use your ears.

I only wanted you to be comfortable.

You look so durned uncomfortable standing there.

Well, I'll sit anyway.

Norman, accordingly, sat down in the very place John Meredith had once sat.

The contrast was so ludicrous that Rosemary was afraid she would go off into a peel of hysterical laughter over it.

Norman cast his hat aside, placed his huge red hands on his knees and looked up at her with his eyes a twinkle.

Come, girl, don't be so stiff.

He said ingratiatingly when he liked.

He could be very ingratiating.

Let's have a reasonable, sensible, friendly chat.

There's something I want to ask you.

Ellen says she won't, so it's up to me to do it.

Rosemary looked down at the spring, which seemed to have shrunk to the size of a dew drop.

Norman gazed at her in despair.

Darn it all, you might help a fellow out a bit.

He burst forth.

What is it you want me to help you say?

Asked Rosemary Scornfully.

You know as well as I do, girl.

Don't be putting on your tragedy heirs.

No wonder Ellen was scared to ask you.

Look here, girl.

Ellen and I want to marry each other.

That's plain English, isn't it?

Got that?

And Ellen says she can't unless you give her back some tom full promise she made.

Come now.

Will you do it?

Will you do it?

Yes, said Rosemary.

Norman bounced up and seized her reluctant hand.

Good.

I knew you would.

I told Ellen you would.

I knew it would only take a minute.

Now, girl.

You go home and tell Ellen, and we'll have a wedding in a fortnight and you'll come and live with us.

We shan't leave you to roost on that hilltop like a lonely crow.

Don't you worry.

I know you hate me, but, Lord, it'll be great fun living with someone that hates me.

Life will have some spice in it.

After this.

Ellen will roast me and you'll freeze me.

I won't have a dull moment.

Rosemary did not condescend to tell him that nothing would ever induce her to live in his house.

She let him go striding back to the glen oozing delight and complacency, and she walked slowly up the hill home.

She had known this was coming ever since she had returned from Kingsport and found Norman Douglas established as a frequent evening caller.

His name was never mentioned between her and Ellen, but the avoidance of it was significant.

It was not in Rosemary's nature to.

Feel bitter, or she would have felt very bitter.

She was coldly civil to Norman, and she made no difference in any way with Ellen.

But Ellen had not found much comfort in her second courtship.

She was in the garden, attended by St.

George when Rosemary came home.

The two sisters met in the dahlia walk.

St.

George sat down on the gravel walk between them and folded his glossy black tail gracefully around his white paws with all the indifference of a well fed, well bred, well groomed cat.

Did you ever see such dalias?

Demanded Ellen proudly.

They're just the finest we've ever had.

Rosemary had never cared for Dalia's.

Their presence in the garden was her concession to Ellen's taste.

She noticed one huge modeled one of crimson and yellow that lorded it over all the others.

That Dalia, she said, pointing to it, is exactly like Norman Douglas.

It might easily be his twin brother.

Ellen's dark browed face flushed.

She admired the dahlia in question, but she knew Rosemary did not and that no compliment was intended.

But she dared not resent Rosemary's speech.

Poor Ellen dared not resent anything just then, and it was the first time Rosemary had ever mentioned Norman's name to her.

She felt a dis portended something.

I met Norman Douglas in the valley, said Rosemary, looking straight at her sister.

And he told me you and he wanted to be married if I would give you permission.

Yes.

What did you say?

Asked Ellen, trying to speak naturally and offhandedly and failing completely.

She could not meet Rosemary's eyes.

She looked down at St.

George's sleek back and felt horribly afraid.

Rosemary had either said she would or she wouldn't.

If she would, Ellen would feel so ashamed and remorseful that she would be a very uncomfortable bride elect.

And if she wouldn't, well, Ellen had once learned to live without Norman Douglas, but she had forgotten the lesson and felt that she could never learn it again.

I said that as far as I was concerned, you were at full liberty to marry each other as soon as you liked, said Rosemary.

Thank you.

Said Ellen.

Still looking at St.

George?

Rosemary's face softened.

I hope you'll be happy, Ellen, she said gently.

Oh, Rosemary.

Ellen looked up in distress.

I'm so ashamed.

I don't deserve it after all I said to you.

We won't speak about that, said Rosemary hurriedly and decidedly.

But, persisted ellen, you are free now too, and it's not too late.

John Meredith.

Ellen west.

Rosemary had a little spark of temper under all her sweetness and it flashed forth now in her blue eyes.

Have you quite lost your senses?

In every respect.

Do you suppose for an instant that I am going to go to John Meredith and say meekly, please, sir, I've changed my mind, and Please, sir, I hope you haven't changed yours.

Is that what you want me to do?

No, no.

But a little encouragement.

He would come back.

Never.

He despises me, and rightly.

No more of this.

Ellen, I bear you no grudge.

Marry whom you like, but no meddling in my affairs.

Then you must come and live with me, said Ellen.

I shall not leave you here alone.

Do you really think that I would go and live in Norman Douglas's house?

Why not?

Cried Ellen, half angrily.

Despite her humiliation, Rosemary began to laugh.

Ellen, I thought you had a sense of humor.

Can you see me doing it?

I don't see why you wouldn't.

His house is big enough.

You'd have your share of it to yourself.

He wouldn't interfere.

Ellen, the thing is not to be thought of.

Don't bring this up again then, said Ellen coldly and determinedly.

I shall not marry him.

I shall not leave you here alone.

That is all there is to be said about it.

Nonsense, Ellen.

It is not nonsense.

It is my firm decision.

It would be absurd for you to think of living here by yourself a mile from any other house.

If you won't come with me, I'll stay with you.

Now, we won't argue the matter, so don't try.

I shall leave Norman to do the arguing, said Rosemary.

I'll deal with Norman.

I can manage him.

I would never have asked you to give me back my promise.

Never.

But I had to tell Norman why I couldn't marry him, and he said he would ask you.

I couldn't prevent him.

You need not suppose you are the only person in the world who possesses self respect.

I never dreamed of marrying and leaving you here alone.

And you'll find I can be as determined as yourself.

Rosemary turned away and went into the house with a shrug of her shoulders, ellen looked down at St.

George, who had never blinked an eyelash or stirred a whisker during the whole interview.

St.

George?

This world would be a dull place without the men, I'll admit but I'm almost tempted to wish there wasn't one of them in it.

Look at the trouble and bother they've made right here.

George torn our happy old life completely up by the roots.

Saint John Meredith began it, and Norman Douglas has finished it.

And now both of them have to go into limbo.

Norman is the only man I ever met who agrees with me that the Kaiser of Germany is the most dangerous creature alive on this earth.

And I can't marry this sensible person because my sister is stubborn and I'm stubborner.

Mark my word, St.

George, the minister would come back if she raised her little finger.

But she won't, George.

She'll never do it.

She won't even crook it.

And I don't dare.

Metal saint.

I won't.

Sulk george.

Rosemary didn't sulk, so I'm determined I won't either.

Saint Norman will tear up the turf.

But the long and short of it is, St.

George, that all of us old fools must just stop thinking of marrying.

Well, well, despair is a free man.

Hope is a slave.

Saint.

So now come into the house, George, and I'll solace you with a saucer full of cream.

Then there will be one happy and contented creature on this hill, at least.

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