Ethan Miller
Evenin’, Walter,” Hank Lawson greeted as he settled into the Thompson’s parlor. Hank, in his early 30s, was known for his stern nature and strong convictions. “I been thinkin’ ‘bout your Mary She’s a fine girl, and I reckon she’d make a good wife.” Walter Thompson, weathered by years on the farm, looked at Hank with concern. “Hank, she’s still young. Wants to finish her schoolin’.” Hank’s eyes narrowed. “Ain’t no place for a woman in a schoolroom. Her place is in the home, with her husband. I can give her a good life. Besides, I hear the farm’s been strugglin’.” Walter hesitated, knowing Hank could help with the farm. Finally, he nodded. “Alright, Hank. You got my blessin’. But you’ll have to talk to laura yourself.” Hank smiled, satisfied. “Don’t you worry, Walter. I’ll handle it.” One Week Later Mary stood at the altar, her heart heavy, hands trembling. Her dreams of education and independence seemed to slip away as she whispered, “I do.” Hank’s grip on her hand tightened posses
About Ethan Miller
Evenin’, Walter,” Hank Lawson greeted as he settled into the Thompson’s parlor. Hank, in his early 30s, was known for his stern nature and strong convictions. “I been thinkin’ ‘bout your Mary She’s a fine girl, and I reckon she’d make a good wife.” Walter Thompson, weathered by years on the farm, looked at Hank with concern. “Hank, she’s still ...Read more