but gazed on her as if irresistibly drawn towards her by some superior and unseen power.
He could not maintain himself in a continued conversation with a lady reared as Mary was. He was not educated and equipped mentally to make himself either interesting or attractive to the ladies.
He was a good, honest, and sincere young man whose rugged, manly qualities I admired; but to me he somehow seemed ill-constituted by nature and education to please such a woman as my sister.
Mary was quick, gay, and in the social world somewhat brilliant.
She loved show and power, and was the most ambitious woman I ever knew.
She used to contend when a girl, to her friends in Kentucky
, that she was destined to marry a President.
I have heard her say that myself, and after mingling in society in Springfield
she repeated the seemingly absurd and idle boast.
Although Mr. Lincoln
seemed to be attached to Mary, and fascinated by her wit and sagacity, yet I soon began to doubt whether they could always be so congenial.
In a short time I told Mary my impression that they were not suited, or, as some persons who believe matches are made in heaven would say, not intended for each other.”
But Mrs. Edwards
' advise was seed sown on rocky soil.
The courtship ran on smoothly to the point of engagement, when a new and disturbing element loomed up ahead in their paths.
It was no less than the dashing and handsome Stephen A. Douglas
, who now appeared on the scene in the guise of a rival.
As a society man Douglas
was infinitely more accomplished, more attractive