zeal
recalls the cold neglect, it may be, making their misery.
Not that Jessie Armstrong is insensible to the sufferings of her sister.
On the contrary, she feels for--all that sister can--on occasions tries
to comfort her, by words such as she has already spoken, beseeching her
to forget--to pluck the poison from out her heart.
Easy to counsel thus, for one in whose heart there is no poison; instead
a honeyed sweetness, almost seraphic. She, who this enjoys can ill
understand the opposite; and, Jessie, benighted with her own bliss,
gives less thought to the unhappiness of Helen. Even less than she
might, were it more known to her. For the proud elder sister keeps her
sorrow to herself, eschewing sympathy, and scarce ever recurring to the
past. On her side the younger rarely refers to it. She knows it would
cause pain. Though once a reference to it has given pleasure to
herself; when Helen explained to her the mystery of that midnight plunge
into the river. This, shortly after its occurrence; soon as she herself
came to a clear comprehension of it. It was no mystery after all. The
face seen among the cypress tops was but the fancy of an overwrought
brain; while the spectral arms were the forking tines of a branch,
which, catching upon the boat, in rebound had caught Helen Armstrong,
first raising her aloft, then letting her drop out of their innocent,
but withal dangerous, embrace.
An explanation more pleasing to Jessie than she cared to let Helen know;
since it gave the assurance that her sister had no thought of
self-destruction. She is further comforted by the reflection, that
Helen has no need to repine, and the hope it may not be for long. Some
other and truer lover will replace the lost false one, and she will soon
forget his falsehood. So reasons the happy heart. Indeed, judging by
what she sees, Jessie Armstrong may well come to this conclusion.
Already around her sister circle new suitors; a host seeking her hand.
Among them the best blood of which the neighbourhood can boast. There
are planters, lawyers, members of the State Assembly--one of the General
Congress--and military men, young officers stationed at Fort Jessup,
higher up the river; who, forsaking the lonely post, occasionally come
down on a day's furlough to enjoy the delights of town life, and dip a
little into its dissipations.
Before Helen Armstrong has been two weeks in Natchitoches she becomes,
what for over two years she
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