Miss Madeline's Proposal

"Miss Madeline’s Proposal" by Lucy Maud Montgomery is a charming novella that follows the life of Miss Madeline, a sensitive and imaginative woman navigating the complexities of love and societal expectations in a small town. As she grapples with her feelings and the prospect of marriage, the story explores themes of independence, romance, and the pursuit of happiness. Montgomery's signature lyrical prose captures the nuances of human relationships and the transformative power of love, making it a delightful read for fans of classic literature.

• Short story

								
"Auntie, I have something to tell you," said Lina, with a blush that
made her look more than ever like one of the climbing roses that
nodded about the windows of the "old Churchill place," as it was
always called in Lower Wentworth.

Miss Madeline, sitting in the low rocker by the parlour window, seemed
like the presiding genius of the place. Everything about her matched
her sweet old-fashionedness, from the crown of her soft brown hair,
dressed in the style of her long ago girlhood, to the toes of her
daintily slippered feet. Outside of the old Churchill place, in the
busy streets of the up-to-date little town, Miss Madeline might have
seemed out of harmony with her surroundings. But here, in this dim
room, faintly scented with whiffs from the rose garden outside, she
was like a note in some sweet, perfect melody of old time.

Lina, sitting on a little stool at Miss Madeline's feet with her curly
head in her aunt's lap, was as pretty as Miss Madeline herself had
once been. She was also very happy, and her happiness seemed to
envelop her as in an atmosphere and lend her a new radiance and charm.
Miss Madeline loved her pretty niece very dearly and patted the curly
head tenderly with her slender white hands.

"What is it, my dear?"

"I'm--I'm engaged," whispered Lina, hiding her face in Miss Madeline's
flowered muslin lap.

"Engaged!" Miss Madeline's tone was one of surprise and awe. She
blushed as she said the word as deeply as Lina had done. Then she went
on, with a little quiver of excitement in her voice, "To whom, my
dear?"

"Oh, you don't know him, Auntie, but I hope you will soon. His name is
Ralph Wylde. Isn't it pretty? I met him last winter, and we became
very good friends. But we had a quarrel before I came down here and,
oh, I have been so unhappy over it. Three weeks ago he wrote me and
begged my pardon--so nice of him, because I was really all to blame,
you know. And he said he loved me and--all that, you know."

"No, I don't know," said Miss Madeline gently. "But--but--I can
imagine."

"Oh, I was so happy. I wrote back and I had this letter from him
today. He is coming down tomorrow. You'll be glad to see him, won't
you, Auntie?"

"Oh, yes, my dear, and I am glad for your sake--very glad. You are
sure you love him?"

"Yes, indeed," said Lina, with a little laugh, as if wondering how
anyone could doubt it.

Presently, Miss Madeline said in a shy voice, "Lina, did--did you ever
receive a proposal of marriage from anybody besides Mr. Wylde?"

Lina laughed roguishly. "Why, yes, Auntie, ever so many. A dozen, at
least."

"Oh, my dear!" cried Miss Madeline in a slightly shocked tone.

"But I did, really. Sometimes it was horrid and sometimes it was
funny. It all depended on the man. Dear me, how red and uncomfortable
most of them looked--all but the fifth. He was so cool and business
like that he almost surprised me into accepting him."

"And--and what did you feel like, Lina?"

"Oh, frightened, mostly--but I always wanted to laugh too. You must
know how it is yourself, Auntie. What did you feel like when somebody
proposed to you?"

Miss Madeline flushed from chin to brow.

"Oh, Lina," she faltered as if she were confessing something very
disgraceful, yet to which she was impelled by her strict truthfulness,
"I--I--never had a proposal in my life--not one."

Lina opened her big brown eyes in amazement. "Why, Aunt Madeline! And
you so pretty! What was the reason?"

"I've often wondered," said Miss Madeline faintly. "I was pretty, as
you say--it's so long ago I can say that now. And I had many gentlemen
friends. But nobody ever wanted to marry me. I sometimes wish
that--that I could have had just one proposal. Not that I wanted to
marry, you know, I do not mean that, but just so that it wouldn't have
seemed that I was different from anybody else. It is very foolish of
me to wish it, I know, and even wicked--for if I had not cared for the
person it would have made him very unhappy. But then, he would have
forgotten and I would have remembered. It would always have been
something to be a little proud of."

"Yes," said Lina absently; her thoughts had gone back to Ralph.

That evening a letter was left at the front door of the old Churchill
place. It was addressed in a scholarly hand to Miss Madeline
Churchill, and Amelia Kent took it in. Amelia had been Miss Madeline's
"help" for years and had grown grey in her service. In Amelia's loyal
eyes Miss Madeline was still young and beautiful; she never doubted
that the letter was for her mistress. Nobody else there was ever
addressed as "Miss Madeline."

Miss Madeline was sitting by the window of her own room watching the
sunset through the elms and reading her evening portion of Thomas à
Kempis. She never liked to be disturbed when so employed but she read
her letter after Amelia had gone out.

When she came to a certain paragraph, she turned very pale and Thomas
à Kempis fell to the floor unheeded. When she had finished the letter
she laid it on her lap, clasped her hands, and said, "Oh, oh, oh," in
a faint, tremulous voice. Her cheeks were very pink and her eyes very
bright. She did not even pick up Thomas à Kempis but went to the door
and called Lina.

"What is it, Auntie?" asked Lina curiously, noticing the signs of
unusual excitement about Miss Madeline.

Miss Madeline held out her letter with a trembling hand.

"Lina, dear, this is a letter from the Rev. Cecil Thorne. It--it is--a
proposal of marriage. I feel terribly upset. How very strange that it
should come so soon after our talk this morning! I want you to read
it! Perhaps I ought not to show it to anyone--but I would like you to
see it."

Lina took the letter and read it through. It was unmistakably a
proposal of marriage and was, moreover, a very charming epistle of its
kind, albeit a little stiff and old-fashioned.

"How funny!" said Lina when she came to the end.

"Funny!" exclaimed Miss Madeline, with a trace of indignation in her
gentle voice.

"Oh, I didn't mean that the letter was funny," Lina hastened to
explain, "only that, as you said, it is odd to think of it coming so
soon after our talk."

But this was a little fib on Lina's part. She had thought that the
letter or, rather, the fact that it had been written to Miss Madeline,
funny. The Rev. Cecil Thorne was Miss Madeline's pastor. He was a
handsome, scholarly man of middle age, and Lina had seen a good deal
of him during her summer in Lower Wentworth. She had taught the infant
class in Sunday School and sometimes she had thought that the minister
was in love with her. But she must have been mistaken, she reflected;
it must have been her aunt after all, and the Rev. Cecil Thorne's

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