FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   33   34   35   36   37   38   39   40   41   42   43   44   45   46   47   48   49   50   51   52   53   54   55   56   57  
58   59   60   61   62   63   64   65   66   67   68   69   70   71   72   73   74   75   76   77   78   79   80   81   82   >>   >|  
ild,--where I can watch your face. I have something to say to you. I cannot die with this weight upon my heart." "What weight, papa?" "The uncertainty about your future," says the dying man, with some excitement. "How can I leave you, my little one, to fight this cruel world alone?" "Do not think of me," says the girl, in a voice so unnaturally calm as to betray the fact that she is making a supreme effort to steel herself against the betrayal of emotion of any kind. By and by, will there not be long years in which to make her moan, and weep, and lament, and give herself wholly up to that grim giant, Despair? "Put me out of your thoughts altogether. I shall do very, very well. I shall manage to live as others have lived before me." "Your Aunt Elizabeth will take you in for a little while, and then----then----" "I shall go out as a governess. I shall get into some kind, pleasant family, and every one will be very good to me," says the girl, still in a resolutely cheerful tone. "It will just suit me. I shall like it. Do you understand me, papa? I shall like it better than anything, because children are always fond of me." The father's face grows sadder, even grayer, as she speaks. He sighs in a troubled fashion, and strokes feebly the little fragile hand that clings so desperately to his, while the damps of death lie thick upon his brow. "A governess," he murmurs, with some difficulty. "While you are only a child yourself? What a hard, hard fate! Is there no friend to help and comfort you?" "I have a friend," replies she, steadily. "You have often heard me mention her. You remember the name, now,--Clarissa Peyton? She was my best friend at school, and I know she will do what she can for me. She will be able to find me some nice children, and----" "Friendship,"--interrupts he, bitterly,--"it is a breath,--a name. It will fail you when you most need it." "Clarissa will not fail me," replies she, slowly, though with a feeling of deadly sickness at her heart. "And, besides, you must not think of me as a governess always, papa. I shall, perhaps, marry somebody, some day." The dying man's eyes grow a shade brighter; it is a mere flicker, but it lasts for a moment, long enough to convince her she has indeed given some poor hope to cheer his last hours. "Yes; to marry somebody," he repeats, wistfully, "that will be best,--to get some good man, some kindly, loving heart to protect you and make a safe s
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   33   34   35   36   37   38   39   40   41   42   43   44   45   46   47   48   49   50   51   52   53   54   55   56   57  
58   59   60   61   62   63   64   65   66   67   68   69   70   71   72   73   74   75   76   77   78   79   80   81   82   >>   >|  



Top keywords:

friend

 
governess
 
children
 

replies

 
weight
 
Clarissa
 
mention
 

remember

 

Peyton

 

murmurs


difficulty
 

steadily

 

comfort

 

kindly

 
moment
 
wistfully
 

flicker

 

brighter

 

repeats

 
convince

Friendship
 

interrupts

 

bitterly

 

breath

 
protect
 

desperately

 

loving

 
sickness
 

slowly

 
feeling

deadly
 

school

 

cheerful

 

emotion

 

betrayal

 
making
 

supreme

 

effort

 

Despair

 
wholly

lament

 

betray

 

uncertainty

 

future

 
excitement
 

unnaturally

 

thoughts

 
father
 

sadder

 

understand