Iris: The alternate pairings weren't that bad, were they?
Jaid: I'd say yes, but I thought some of them up.
Iris: =P Thanks a lot, Jaid. I knew I could always depend on you for support.
Jaid: Welcome!
Iris: Anyway, here's the next chapter!
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Chapter Two
by Iris Omega
Mr. Winner was a native of Highbury, and born of a rather respectable and gentile family. He had received a good education, but had become indisposed for any of the more homely pursuits in which his brothers were engaged; and had entered into the militia of his country.
Now it so happened that the chances of his military life had introduced him to Miss Maxwell, of a great Yorkshire family. Miss Maxwell fell in love with him, to which no one was surprised except her brother and his wife, who had never seen him, and who were full of pride and importance, and who were offended by this match.
Miss Maxwell, however, was of age and had the full command of her fortune—though her fortune bore no proportion to the family-estate—was not to be dissuaded from marrying Mr. Winner. It was, unfortunately, an unsuitable connection, and did not produce much happiness. Mrs. Winner ought to have found more in it, for she had a husband whose warm heart and sweet temper made him think of every thing due to her for the great goodness of being in love with him. Even if she didn't have the best of spirits. They lived beyond their income, but she did not cease loving her husband, but she wanted at once to be the wife of Captain Winner.
Quatre Winner, who had been considered as making an amazing match, was proved to have much the worst of the bargain; for when his wife died after a three years' marriage, he was rather a poorer man than at first, and with a child to care for. But from that small expense, he was soon relieved. The boy had been the means of a sort of reconciliation; and Mr. And Mrs. Maxwell, having no children of their own, offered to take the whole charge of little Duo soon after her decease. The child was given up to the care and the wealth of the Maxwells, and he had only his own comfort to seek and his own situation to improve.
A complete change in Mr. Winner's life became desirable. He quitted the militia and engaged in trade. He had a small house in Highbury where most of his leisure days were spent; and between useful occupation and the pleasure of society, the next eighteen or twenty years of his life passed cheerfully away. He had, by that time, realized and easy competence—enough to secure the purchase of a little estate adjoining Highbury, which he had always longed for—enough to marry a woman as portionless even as Miss Po, and to live according to the wishes of his own family.
It was now some time since Miss Po had begun to influence his schemes; but as it was not the tyrannic influence of youth on youth, it had not shaken his determination of never settling till he could purchase Randalls. He had gone steadily on with these objects in view till they were accomplished. He had made his fortune, bought his house, and obtained his wife; and was beginning a new period of existence with greater happiness than in any yet passed through.
He had only himself to please in his choice; his fortune was his own. As for Duo, he had been brought up as his uncle's heir, therefore it was unlikely that he should ever want his father's assistance. Nevertheless, he saw his son every year in London, and was very proud of him; and his fond report of him as a very fine young man had made Highbury feel a sort of pride in him too.
Mr. Duo Maxwell was one of the boasts of Highbury, and a lively want to see him prevailed. But his coming to visit his father had been often talked of and never achieved.
Now, upon his father's marriage, it was very generally proposed that the visit should take place. There was not a dissentient voice on the subject, either when Mrs. Perry drank tea with Mrs and Miss Une, or when Mrs and Miss Une returned the visit. Now was the time for a visit from Mr. Duo Maxwell; and the hope was strengthened when it was heard that he had written to his new mother on the occasion. For a few days, every morning visit in Highbury included some mention of the handsome letter Mrs. Winner had received. "I suppose you have heard of the handsome latter Mr. Duo Maxwell had written to Mrs. Winner? I understand it was a very handsome letter in his life"
It was, indeed, a highly-prized letter. Mrs. Winner had formed a very favorable idea of the young man, and such pleasing attention was an irresistible proof to his good sense, and a most welcome addition to every expression of congratulation which her marriage had already secured. She felt herself a most fortunate woman; and she had lived long enough to know how fortunate she might well be thought.
She knew that at times she must be missed; and could not think, without pain, of Hilde's losing a single pleasure, or suffering an hour's fatigue from the want of her companionableness. But dear Hilde was more equal to her situation than most girls would have been, and had sense and energy and spirits that would bear her well through little difficulties and privations. And then there was the comfort in the very easy distance between Randalls and Hartfield, convenient enough for even solitary female walking, and in Mr. Winner's disposition, made no hindrance to their spending half the evenings in the week together.
Her situation was altogether the subject of hours of gratitude to Mrs. Winner, and only moments of regret. Her cheerful enjoyment was just and so apparent, that Hilde, well as she knew her father, was sometimes taken by surprise at his being still able to pity "poor Miss Po," when they left her at Randalls in the centre of every comfort, or saw her go away in the evening attended by her pleasant husband to a carriage of her own. But never did she go without Mr. Schbieker's giving a gentle sigh, and saying:
"Ah, poor Miss Po. She would be very glad to stay."
There was no recovering Miss Po, but a few weeks brought some alleviation to Mr. Schbieker. The compliments of his neighbors were over; he was no longer teased by being wished joy of so sorrowful an event.
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Iris: Uh, Jaid?
Jaid: Yeah?
Iris: We made Quatre Duo's dad.
Jaid: Uh, yeah. I guess we did.
Iris: Listen peeps, we didn't make this weird on purpose.
Jaid: No, we didn't, just Iris did.
Iris - - Thanx a lot.
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Jaid: Hee hee hee. Anyway, R&R!!!!!!!!
Jaid: I'd say yes, but I thought some of them up.
Iris: =P Thanks a lot, Jaid. I knew I could always depend on you for support.
Jaid: Welcome!
Iris: Anyway, here's the next chapter!
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Chapter Two
by Iris Omega
Mr. Winner was a native of Highbury, and born of a rather respectable and gentile family. He had received a good education, but had become indisposed for any of the more homely pursuits in which his brothers were engaged; and had entered into the militia of his country.
Now it so happened that the chances of his military life had introduced him to Miss Maxwell, of a great Yorkshire family. Miss Maxwell fell in love with him, to which no one was surprised except her brother and his wife, who had never seen him, and who were full of pride and importance, and who were offended by this match.
Miss Maxwell, however, was of age and had the full command of her fortune—though her fortune bore no proportion to the family-estate—was not to be dissuaded from marrying Mr. Winner. It was, unfortunately, an unsuitable connection, and did not produce much happiness. Mrs. Winner ought to have found more in it, for she had a husband whose warm heart and sweet temper made him think of every thing due to her for the great goodness of being in love with him. Even if she didn't have the best of spirits. They lived beyond their income, but she did not cease loving her husband, but she wanted at once to be the wife of Captain Winner.
Quatre Winner, who had been considered as making an amazing match, was proved to have much the worst of the bargain; for when his wife died after a three years' marriage, he was rather a poorer man than at first, and with a child to care for. But from that small expense, he was soon relieved. The boy had been the means of a sort of reconciliation; and Mr. And Mrs. Maxwell, having no children of their own, offered to take the whole charge of little Duo soon after her decease. The child was given up to the care and the wealth of the Maxwells, and he had only his own comfort to seek and his own situation to improve.
A complete change in Mr. Winner's life became desirable. He quitted the militia and engaged in trade. He had a small house in Highbury where most of his leisure days were spent; and between useful occupation and the pleasure of society, the next eighteen or twenty years of his life passed cheerfully away. He had, by that time, realized and easy competence—enough to secure the purchase of a little estate adjoining Highbury, which he had always longed for—enough to marry a woman as portionless even as Miss Po, and to live according to the wishes of his own family.
It was now some time since Miss Po had begun to influence his schemes; but as it was not the tyrannic influence of youth on youth, it had not shaken his determination of never settling till he could purchase Randalls. He had gone steadily on with these objects in view till they were accomplished. He had made his fortune, bought his house, and obtained his wife; and was beginning a new period of existence with greater happiness than in any yet passed through.
He had only himself to please in his choice; his fortune was his own. As for Duo, he had been brought up as his uncle's heir, therefore it was unlikely that he should ever want his father's assistance. Nevertheless, he saw his son every year in London, and was very proud of him; and his fond report of him as a very fine young man had made Highbury feel a sort of pride in him too.
Mr. Duo Maxwell was one of the boasts of Highbury, and a lively want to see him prevailed. But his coming to visit his father had been often talked of and never achieved.
Now, upon his father's marriage, it was very generally proposed that the visit should take place. There was not a dissentient voice on the subject, either when Mrs. Perry drank tea with Mrs and Miss Une, or when Mrs and Miss Une returned the visit. Now was the time for a visit from Mr. Duo Maxwell; and the hope was strengthened when it was heard that he had written to his new mother on the occasion. For a few days, every morning visit in Highbury included some mention of the handsome letter Mrs. Winner had received. "I suppose you have heard of the handsome latter Mr. Duo Maxwell had written to Mrs. Winner? I understand it was a very handsome letter in his life"
It was, indeed, a highly-prized letter. Mrs. Winner had formed a very favorable idea of the young man, and such pleasing attention was an irresistible proof to his good sense, and a most welcome addition to every expression of congratulation which her marriage had already secured. She felt herself a most fortunate woman; and she had lived long enough to know how fortunate she might well be thought.
She knew that at times she must be missed; and could not think, without pain, of Hilde's losing a single pleasure, or suffering an hour's fatigue from the want of her companionableness. But dear Hilde was more equal to her situation than most girls would have been, and had sense and energy and spirits that would bear her well through little difficulties and privations. And then there was the comfort in the very easy distance between Randalls and Hartfield, convenient enough for even solitary female walking, and in Mr. Winner's disposition, made no hindrance to their spending half the evenings in the week together.
Her situation was altogether the subject of hours of gratitude to Mrs. Winner, and only moments of regret. Her cheerful enjoyment was just and so apparent, that Hilde, well as she knew her father, was sometimes taken by surprise at his being still able to pity "poor Miss Po," when they left her at Randalls in the centre of every comfort, or saw her go away in the evening attended by her pleasant husband to a carriage of her own. But never did she go without Mr. Schbieker's giving a gentle sigh, and saying:
"Ah, poor Miss Po. She would be very glad to stay."
There was no recovering Miss Po, but a few weeks brought some alleviation to Mr. Schbieker. The compliments of his neighbors were over; he was no longer teased by being wished joy of so sorrowful an event.
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Iris: Uh, Jaid?
Jaid: Yeah?
Iris: We made Quatre Duo's dad.
Jaid: Uh, yeah. I guess we did.
Iris: Listen peeps, we didn't make this weird on purpose.
Jaid: No, we didn't, just Iris did.
Iris - - Thanx a lot.
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Jaid: Hee hee hee. Anyway, R&R!!!!!!!!
