Marah Rocke, with maternal pride, witnessed his constant self-control and encouraged him to persevere. Often in the enthusiasm of her heart, when they were alone, she would throw her arm around him, and push the dark, clustering curls from his fine forehead, and, gazing fondly on his face, exclaim:
"That is my noble-hearted boy! Oh, Traverse, God will bless you! He only tries you now to strengthen you!"
Traverse always understood these vague words and would return her embrace with all his boyish ardor and say:
"God does bless me now, mother! He blesses me so much, in so many, many ways, that I should be worse than a heathen not to be willing to bear cheerfully one trial?"
And so Traverse would "reck his own rede" and cultivate cheerful gratitude as a duty to God and man.
Clara, also, now, with her feminine intuition, comprehended her reserved lover, honored his motives and rested satisfied with being so deeply loved, trusting all their unknown future to heaven.
The doctor's appreciation and esteem for Traverse increased with every new unfolding of the youth's heart and intellect, and never did master take more pains with a favorite pupil, or father with a beloved son, than did the doctor to push Traverse on in his profession. The improvement of the youth was truly surprising.
Thus passed the summer in healthful alternation of study and exercise.
When the season waned, late in the autumn, he went a second time to Washington to attend the winter's course of lectures at the Medical College.
The doctor gave him letters recommending him as a young man of extraordinary talents and of excellent moral character, to the particular attention of several of the most eminent professors.