Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1874-12-31

Ter, VINO nau Oo6n IN Ine ldIHily- 10l
years, came bustling along the hall
Changed as she was, he recognized hel
at once.
| What are you doing?' he cried in 9
frightened tone. Told to carry her to
the housekesper's room, you say
There must be some mistake. Put her
4 doan here and he pointed toa lounge
in the hall.
He was SO dazed he hardly knew
what he said. or did; his voice ended
! in quaver.
A crowd of curious servants and SYM
pathizing guests gathered Immediately
around the PROSTATE form, and the
noise attracted the attention of Mr..
Fortescue, who, with Hetty, stood in
the back drawing room, receiving the
adieus oftheir departing guests.
What James won't let her be car
ried imp he cried. We'll see about
that! He's lived with me till he thinks
he's master. But this is insufferable.'
As he spoke, he moved toward the
hall. Hetty, by some inscrutable in-
stinet, followed, putting her arm in his.
The crowd parted to make way fer
The host. ~ ee
The moment Hetty saw that pale,
wan face, she recognized her sister.
'Oh, papa! oh, papa! it is Helen,
she cried, in breathless whisper; and
bursting into tears, she flung herself on
her knees by the couch. =. ----S : = 1-s--.--i
Helen, dear Helen-don't you know
me? she sobbed. oh! she is dead, she
is dead,' she cried, almost In shrek.
For moment Mr.. Fortescue seemed
about to stop and drag Hetty angrily
away from his sister. But something
in the pale, inanimate face reminded
him of his dead wife, as he had last
seen, Just before the cefiin-lid was shut
on her forever. He turned ashen-pale.
staggered, and would have fallen, if
the butler, who had been watching him
anxiously, had not caught him.
Air, air! For Gods sake, gentlemen,
give him air. cried that functionary.
The rush of the keen, frosty atmos-
phere; from the open hall-donr, as the |
spectators drew back at these words,
partially revived Mr.. Fortescue. He
gasped for breath, looked blankly |
around, and put his hand to his head |:
then he recalled it all. .t.5sss.sg.J
Garry her intake her to her old !
room, he said with q choking sOb. I
Run for a doctor. All! Mr.. Hunter, |
as one of his guests, the most eminent
practitioner in the city, rose from
Heleu's side, where he had been jeel-
ing her pulse, i forgot you were here.
Only tainted, you say? Thank God 3.
Thank. God! She that was lost is
fOund,' unconSciously breaking into
the words ofScripture, the tears rolling.
down his cheeks, his voice shaking,
she that was dead is alive again. - d /
oh, papa!' cried Hetty, throwing
her around her fathers neck, bless Il
you for those words. We shall be-so {
happy-so happy now She broke |.
down in hysteric sobs. sr
What more have we to tell? Helen
iii time, all her old health,
though never her old viyacity. Life j;
had been too hard for her for that. But L
she became what was better, calm,
earnest woman, whose ear was ever
open to the cry of distress, daughter
who made her fathers hoTne inIp1ec
than it had ever been, at least since the
ieath of his wife. 4xIJs!
For Hetty married, and left Helen,
'ole. mistress. Helen had recognized
Der sister walking up and down the
.oom, as we have seen; and it was then [
hat Hetty had exchanged the vows
hal were TO bind her life, on that new
,r-to-be- Forgotten NEW YEARS EvE.-l
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