Weekly Delaware State journal, statesman and blue hen's chicken. (Wilmington, Del.) 1855-18??, 1857-08-28

the next morning at the breakfast table. you
must have read very late last night / went
out after two o'clock, and your candle was still
/ burning
Helen tried to answer cheerfully, but all saw
; she was ill at ease, and her kind father in.
sisted that she should lie on the sofa and not Mt
tempt to go out that morning or 's Horace or
Amy can read to you awhile, if you sit in the
easy chair"
al am compelled to visit a patient this
morning, and therefore must deny myself TINT
pleasure, answered Horace, bowing slightly to
Helen.
He did not change his countenance as he met
her eye, though she turned very pale. He sat
awhile talking to Amy about Aunie book in
which she was interested, and in telling the
loctor oil his patients, and thea ,at out
Helen lay on the sofa and closed her eyes, more
from desire to be silent thai frnm pain
Nothing could exceed Amy's kindness She
hathed her cousins head, and talked low aud
chserfuly to her, ill she thought she was
asleep. Horace was not at dinner, bu. in the
evening, Just at twilight, he came in. Helea
WAS seated in the large chair, and Amy on a low
seat near her. lie bowed as he saw Helen,
saying in his usual tone, '' Good evening, Miss
Helen" aud was passing on, but seeing Amy,
| he came back
Are you here, Miss Amy, dreaming in the
dvknessl you have chosen an humble seat -
Isand he drew large rocking chair toward her,
which she took with smile, while he seatei
himself on the ottoman she had occupied
When they weut into tea, he gently took away
the crutch, and offered bis arm, instead.
"Will you come Helen 2" said Amy.
:" am coming" replied Helen, rising and
following them with firm step.
"Helen' exclaimed the mother, ." you are
as white as a sheet. Why did you get up my
child 2"
al am great deal better, mamma" an
8wered Helen, with forced composure, seating
herself at the table, and resolutey determined
to conquer her emotion. Amy sat opposite by
her father, looking so sweetly happy that Helen
almost forgot herself in looking OF her.
When tea was over, she would have escaped
to her own room, but her father said they
would make her comfortable on the sofa, and
she would feel better for having them all
around her.
"Jnst see how her pulse is, Horace" said
the doctor, az Horace sat reading near the sofa
on which Helen was lying. lie laid down his
book and placed his fingers on her wrist
'l ilink she has violent nervous headache
he said. " Her hands are very cold" lie
spoke in a C ID, Indifferent tone, but her father
did not regard it, for he sprang forward, cry
itg out, She has tainted"
Helen, my child" said her father tenderly,
WREN she recovered, g what is the matter"
Helen looked up and saw Horace leaning
against the mantel piece with his face turned
from her.
"Let me go up stairs, papa" she whispered
Her father took her in his arms, and fol-
lowed by her mother, carried her to ter own
room.
"Is Helen subject to these attacks :" asked
Amy.
81 do not think so," answered Horace, seat
ing himself Oh the sofa.
al think she must have been suffering all
this afternoon for once, when spoke to her,
she did not answer, though her eyes were open.
How well and how animated she was last night.
l eau hardly imagine her sick"
Horace looked at the frail little creature, As
she sat with her small thin fingers claspiDg
the book he had let fall.
Thank you for picking up my book" said
he, taking il from her. =" 1t is too cold for
such gentle ones as you
It was an infidel work Of the most dangerous
kind because written in the most attractive
style, aud the ideas clothed in the most attrac-
tive style, and the ideas clothed in the most
beautiful language.
"And for you too, Dr.. Clayton" said Amy,
seriously
"Oh, you have seen il then. Bu. do not
subscribe to its doctrines, though l confess |
do not think as much upon these subjects as !
ought"
II am very sorry" said Amy. simply.
He looked at her in some surprise, and in
qured--
"Why, Miss Amy?"
She raised her clear, truthful eyes TO his, as
she answered,
" Because | do not think we can be really
happy without them"
II was mt haf xunrdq bift tha aurupgf Sim.
plicity of her manner that struck him. "They
make you happy then ?"
He did not seem to expect reply, but sat
nusing on her pale countcDance, rendered paler
by her deep mourning dress, aud wondered if
she were indeed happy. There is n heaven,
am sure, for such as her, he thought, "but
Helen does not care for these things"
Mrs. Davis now came back to say that Helen
was asleep, and that Amy had better not go into
her room that night, as they feared she would
be disturbed. Amy accordingly went with her
aunt leaving Horace alone TO muse over the
events of the day, and to wonder at the words
she herself had spoken.
CONCLUSION NEXT WEEK.