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Vignette of Life
He sighed as he placed the last item in his trunk. His second year of medical
school was over. The summer was finally here and he could spend more than a
glorified fortnight in Avonlea, with friends, with family, and with Anne. He
locked the trunk and moved it towards the door of his bedroom, then down the
stairs, where his boarding house mates were waiting with baited breath. Gilbert
saw the looks.
"You're leaving awful quickly"
"I just want to get home."
"That wouldn't have anything to do with that mysterious letter writer, now would
"Yes, Shaw, it would. Now if you will excuse me."
He made it as far as the door. There he was stopped by a young woman who worked
at the post office. She was called Beth by her friends and frequented with
Gilbert's circle of friends at Dall's.
"What is it Beth?"
"Two things actually, just a second, let me catch my breath." This was because
she had ran all the way from the post office to this boarding house her best
stop spreading the news on the way. She looked at one letter she held in her
hand. "This is addressed to a Mr. Gilbert Blythe. It's been sent from Green
Gables, Avonlea, although it isn't as thick as the normal, hmm?" She handed
Gilbert the letter. He promptly took it and went in a reasonably quiet corner of
the boarding house.
"Secondly," Gilbert heard, "You will never guess who is coming to Dall."
"Who?" The males asked politely, but didn't really care.
"Guess, you silly gooses!"
They all pretended to think for Beth was quite lovely and ever unattached make
at Dall's was competing for her affections. Gilbert just laughed at the scene
for he had finished his letter. It was a few short lines for Anne, hoping it
would reach him in time so that he would stay in Dall and wait for her. She was
coming there for a book signing.
Gilbert spoke, "Anne Shirley. The author of that book you girls always rave
"That is correct Gilbert Blythe, how did you know?"
"A lucky guess."
"Well, no matter, she is coming this very day and I do so want her to sign my
book, its a second edition you know, and with there already being a third and
fourth on the way, a signed second would be priceless. I know you carry around
that book too, Gilbert Blythe, what edition is yours? Oh, no matter, I am just
so excited, I can't wait to meet her and have her sign my book. Oh, I wonder
what she looks like."
"Red head, gray eyes, tall, and slim." And with that Gilbert walked out of the
boarding house, without his trunk, but he left the letter so his friends would
know where he had gone.
Beth looked at the others occupying the room. Shaw offered, "Lucky guess?"
"I don't think so, I'm going to follow him."
"Wait, he actually left one of his letters unguarded."
"You aren't going to read it? Are you?"
"Yes, are you kidding me? A chance like this that man never leaves these letters
lying around. They're from his fiancÚ, I think, he never said, but he does have
a fiancÚ and that is the only person I can think of. Okay, here is what the
I sincerely hope that this letter reaches you in time. I'm coming up to Dall the
first weekend of your vacation. I hope to see you, but if this doesn't reach you
before you leave for Avonlea, it will be one more week before I can see you
again. My publisher wants me to some book signing or some such nonsense. I only
consented to this because it gave me the opportunity to see you. I pray once
more that this reaches you in time. I really must hurry, Marilla needs me in the
kitchen or to get Mrs. Lynde out. The minister is calling tonight and they both
want everything to be perfect. I will see you in on week or two.
P.S. I arrive on the 3:00 PM train on Tuesday May 21, if you can meet me there
that would be a dream come true. If not, I shall be resigned to taking a cab.
"You don't think?"
"It couldn't be."
"Maybe not, Gil tends to keep that part of his life to himself."
"Wait a minute."
"What is it Beth?"
"The dedication in the book is to Marilla and Matthew."
"Like the letter."
"And to Gilbert who inspired her with the idea in the place. I just never made
the connection before, even though it was right under our noses. Avonlea
Vignettes, Gilbert is from Avonlea. We should have known. No wonder he is the
only make at Dall's who admits owning a copy of the book.
"And if Gilbert's Anne is the Anne Shirley, and the letter said to meet her at
the train depot, then . . ."
"She's arriving today!!"
"Calm down, Beth. I'll walk you to the depot. I'll walk you there to make sure
you aren't out of breath and almost painting when you meet your admired Miss
She had always loved looking out the window of trans. It was like seeing the
future what was to come, but if you switched seats as you could also look into
the past what you were leaving behind. This time, Anne could hardly keep herself
in her seat looking towards tomorrow. She truly hoped that Gil had received the
message. The train pulled into the station not a moment too soon. Anne sprang
from her seat and quickly disembarked the train. Her eyes searched the depot for
a young man she could spot in any crowd, and she did. There was Gilbert looking
the other direction trying to find her in the crowd. She ran to him and he
turned just in time to sweep her into his arms and spin her around while kissing
her shamelessly in public.
"Gil!" Anne scolded when her lips were free.
"I don't care what other people think Anne-girl. I haven't seen you since Easter
and we have a week to ourselves away from town gossip and I instead to take full
advantage of that."
"I thought you might, but I am here on business and that must be attended to
"They adore you here, Anne. All the girls think your novel is the most lovely
and romantic thing they ever read. Do you know how proud I am of you?"
"Oh, I think I can figure it out. Come take me to the hotel. My publishers
insisted I stay at the fanciest one whereas I would be content at a boarding
house, as long as it had some scope for imagination in it."
"What is it, Gil?"
"Here come your fans." He said pointing to Beth.
"She reminds me of Ruby Gillis."
"That was the first thing I thought when I met her too, but she is really
nothing like her. She's more like Diana Barry."
"Then I'm sure to like her. Wait, how does she know what I look like?"
"She was announcing the news of your pending arrival to my boarding house mates,
as well as delivering your letter, and the opportunity to play with theirs minds
was too good to pass up."
"Gilbert Blythe, you should be ashamed of yourself."
"Oh, I will be, once my conscience sets in, but it hasn't had a chance to do
that yet the excitement of seeing you was too much."
"You sure can be a talker when you want to. It probably was a good joke to
behold, never the less."
"Here comes your audience, Miss Shirley. Miss Shirley, may I introduce Elizabeth
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Shirley. I absolutely love your book, it's
the quaintest thing."
"Thank you very much, Miss Cunningham, but do call me Anne, for any friend of
Gil's is a friend of mine."
Gilbert was nudged by the forgotten escort.
"Come on Blythe introduce me."
"I'm not going to let you swoop down on Anne. She wouldn't know what to expect."
"She looks like she can handle herself; don't you trust her or me?"
"Yes, I trust her, and I trust you. I just don't trust you with her. You will
get into a discussion on some topic of fanciful things for I know you two will
hit is famously, and then between the work she can for and you I won't have time
to see her and she is my fiancÚ."
"I promise I won't steal her from you the entire time, besides," he gestures to
the talking females, "I think Beth has done a pretty good job of that."
"Anne, come here, there is someone I would like you to meet."
"Anne Shirley, I'd like you to meet Shaw McGabin."
"I see. You a medical student, too?"
"Yep, same class as Gil."
"I hate to leave so hurriedly, but Gil was taking me to my room. I need to get
some sleep tonight, it was a long trip here."
The group exchanged goodbyes, promised to meet tomorrow for lunch and left.
"I can't believe that woman is famous! There is not a snobbish bone in her body.
She's engaged to Gil? From what I could judge from talking to her, those two
will make quite a pair."
"Now that I think of it, I need to be more observant. Gilbert never did mention
who the letter writer was, but he did talk about his fiancÚ and he did call her
Anne, just shows you how much we miss. Anyway, she was an orphan, adopted
mistakenly. She came from humble beginnings Beth, she hasn't forgotten that."
"I thought the Blythes were high in Avonlea society. They let Gil marry an
"She must have stolen the hearts of everyone in town, and they claim her as
"This is goodnight."
"I will see you in the morning."
"For the sunrise?"
"There is a park, just down the lane where we can meet."
"Our meeting must be brief for I have business to attend to before lunch, but I
wouldn't miss any time with you for the world."
"Then I bid you farewell."
"I love you."
"And I the same."
They kissed passionately, and both went their separate ways, prepared for
anything that comes their way.
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