Montgomery wrote back to him saying that she did not love him. Montgomery always guessed other men had loved her before they even told her, but she and Edwin Simpson had been almost strangers for the past 4 years. He confessed his feelings for her and she was surprised as she never thought anything of him. On February 1, 1897, Maud was working in Bideford when she received a love letter from a distant cousin, Edwin Simpson. She had to tell him, no, leaving him in tears. And he is such a bore! (pg.35)Īfter many unwanted visits, John finally asked Montgomery if their friendship could develop into something more: “Do you think Miss Montgomery that our friendship will ever develop into anything else?” Montgomery responded, “I don’t see what it can develop into, Mr. But such an idea evidently did not enter into his head so there I had to sit the whole evening and entertain him. She was in bed or pretended to be I think she had rolled in, clothes and all, when she heard his voice- so I went reluctantly down to make her excuses, hoping with all my heart he would go away when informed that she could not see him. He constantly came over, usually late in the evenings with her stepmother leaving and going to bed. He had actually been old high schoolmates with her new stepmother from Ontario. John Mustard was her school teacher who gave many unwanted advances toward her at the age of 14-15. When Montgomery lived briefly in Prince Albert she had two suitors. They parted ways right before Maud’s move to Prince Albert that same year. I only just like him splendidly as a chum (pg. Besides, I don’t care a bit for Nate that way- I really don’t. I feel that it is going to spoil our friendship. However, Maud could not return his feelings. His essay for the Montreal Witness competition ranked higher than hers. He was the only one she could discuss Cavendish books with and she thought he was a good writer. Montgomery only saw him as a friend, while realistically they couldn’t be a more perfect fit. I never so much glanced at Nate but plunged into fractions as if my whole soul was wrapped in them. I felt like a perfect idiot when I went back to school and I have no doubt I looked like one.
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