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Around the World in 88 Years -E Book - Arthur Burt

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This hurt my pride. I thought, “Well, I asked Marj three times tosew my button on, and she didn’t do it. If a girl won’t sew abutton on for you before you marry her, is <strong>the</strong>re any chance ofher do<strong>in</strong>g it after you marry her?” I had a little pity party andwent on my journey, with that episode simmer<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong>side of me.When I returned <strong>the</strong> next week, I was still th<strong>in</strong>k<strong>in</strong>g about <strong>the</strong>button. Marj and I went out for a walk along <strong>the</strong> promenade atScarborough, a full September moon sh<strong>in</strong><strong>in</strong>g over our heads, andthis issue was still needl<strong>in</strong>g me.“You know,” I remarked, “I’ve been wonder<strong>in</strong>g whe<strong>the</strong>r, afterall, we are suited to one ano<strong>the</strong>r as partners for life. Maybe we’renot.” I was putt<strong>in</strong>g a feeler out, still hurt<strong>in</strong>g over <strong>the</strong> button <strong>in</strong>cident,and wanted to f<strong>in</strong>d out if she thought as much about me asI did about her. I had decided, if it wasn’t a 50-50 relationship, Ididn’t want it.I thought our relationship might be just a convenience to her. InEngland, <strong>the</strong> milkman delivers a bottle of milk to <strong>the</strong> doorstepevery morn<strong>in</strong>g, and I thought, “She’s treat<strong>in</strong>g me as if I’m just abottle of milk. I happen to be on <strong>the</strong> doorstep every weekendwhen I come over, and it’s very convenient for her. However, Ihave opportunity of many young ladies as I travel around <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong>work of <strong>the</strong> Lord, and I’m not prepared to marry a girl unless it’s50-50. This isn’t even 60-40 or 70-30. It’s more like 80-20. It’sfar more on my side than on hers, and I’m not hav<strong>in</strong>g it!”So, very politely and spiritually, I put this before her say<strong>in</strong>g, “Idon’t th<strong>in</strong>k, really, that we are suited for one ano<strong>the</strong>r.”Now, if she had only broken down, if she had only wept… if shehad only put her arms around my neck and said, “Oh, <strong>Arthur</strong>,please don’t break up with me!” But, she just answered, “Allright,” as if I had been offer<strong>in</strong>g her a bar of chocolate or someth<strong>in</strong>g<strong>in</strong>significant like that.I thought, “This perish<strong>in</strong>g girl! I’m glad I’m f<strong>in</strong>ish<strong>in</strong>g with her. Itmeans so little to her.” Angrily I thought, “She doesn’t th<strong>in</strong>k anyth<strong>in</strong>gof me.”That was <strong>the</strong> end of it for me, and for <strong>the</strong> next three years I hadit all settled <strong>in</strong> my m<strong>in</strong>d. Wild horses couldn’t drag me back tothat girl. No! Never! Dur<strong>in</strong>g this time, whenever I was <strong>in</strong> her64

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