Dear Diary

[Beatrice Browne]

Dear Diary

February 1, 1879

My nineteenth year approaches, and Mr. Marlowe has shown no sign of relinquishing his hold on me. During our date today he has informed me that it was he who sent me the string of love letters I received in my fifth year. I promptly told him that I thought him a coward for never revealing himself sooner. Though I admit, at the time, I was quite flattered with the letters. I will not let Mr. Marlowe know that, however, for then he will think he can have me. And he most certainly can not have me.

Father tells me to stop being so impetuous. To do my duty and become the wife of "the upstanding young gentleman". I still refuse. Mr. Marlowe's and mines dates are few and far between, and when they do occur it is because I am physically forced into them. If nothing else, I will be able to further delay the wedding. But I fear that I am just putting off the inevitable. Still, I will try my hardest not to become Mr. Marlowe's wife.