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Illingworth House: Chance Child - Part One: 31 - Another Romance Blossoms

Sydney Goldstein is another young man unwilling to kuckle under to his wealthy father.

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When old Isaac Goldstein got home, he pitched into his son for delaying John Illingworth. But there was another reason. He knew why Abe Illingworth had invited the Rimingtons to his garden party and he also was trying to wed off his son to a rich heiress. But no way was young Sydney going to knuckle under to his father, any more than John Illingworth was going to, to his. Sydney was in love with a young Jewish teacher in Leeds. Her father was a small-time jeweller and a liberal Jew. Goldstein was orthodox and stinking rich. He wanted his son to marry right and that meant marrying money.

Sarah Levi had no money but she was strikingly beautiful, dark-eyed and raven-haired. She had graduated at Leeds the previous year and taught at a high school near her home. She was popular there and also in the community in which she lived. In some ways, she contrasted greatly with Sydney. He was extrovert and ebullient. She was quiet and introspective, a home-loving girl. She spent much of her time at home, where, being the only child, she had to look after a sick mother.

In her relationship with Sydney, there was problem. Her father was very possessive and didn't like him. He had never met Sydney but made no bones about telling her that he thought Sydney was too wild and irresponsible. He had heard all about him at the synagogue. So great was his opposition that he had made it quite clear that he didn't want her to bring him home, so they met after school and Sydney walked her home most days, courting in a nearby park before she went in. He had wanted to be introduced to her parents, but she had fobbed him off, unsure what he would make of her background and parents and she was dreading meeting his folk.

Towards the end of summer, several weeks after the garden party, Sydney met Sarah as usual as she came out of school. Her eyes lit up when she saw him and he took the heavy briefcase she carried and they strolled leisurely, hand in hand, alongside the school towards the park. It was warm and as it hadn't rained for some weeks; the city was coated in dust, as was the avenue of trees they walked under to shelter from the burning sun.

The hum of traffic across the main road on the further side of the park, mingled with the chatter of youngsters playing in the schoolyard. The windows had been thrown open because of the sticky heat, and somewhere inside, a choir was rehearsing. All sound faded as they turned into the quiet road leading to the park and they were alone.

There were few people about. A couple of old ladies hobbled home slowly on the other side of the lake and the odd schoolboy scurried past, as they walked on hand in hand. There was a shelter in the park by the lake and they turned into it to snatch a few precious minutes together before she had to go home.

They kissed and held each other close, then still in each other's arms watched a little flock of mallard swim up to the lakeside before them. Then a brace of swans swam by with their cygnets in tow, pirouetting and bobbing as they searched for food. They laughed at the familiar mallards and their antics, but apart from the birds, they were alone and remained silent, absorbing each other's love.

Then Sydney suddenly drew her closer. The moment was perfect.

"Will you marry me, darling? Please?" and there was urgency in his voice.

She looked into his tanned face, as he awaited her reply. He looked so earnest and loving that she ran her hand along his jaw before kissing him. When they drew apart briefly, she whispered, "Yes. With all my heart", then they embraced again. They stayed locked together for some time before they got up to go home. She'd made him the happiest man in the world.


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