FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   117   118   119   120   121   122   123   124   125   126   127   128   129   130   131   132   133   134   135   136   137   138   139   140   141  
142   143   144   145   146   147   148   149   150   151   152   153   154   155   156   157   158   159   160   161   162   163   164   165   166   >>   >|  
im when he was restless, and my voice almost invariably soothed him to sleep. One day I sang to him that old hymn we used to sing on the plantation:-- "Drooping souls no longer grieve, Heaven is propitious; If on Christ you do believe, You will find Him precious." "I remember," said Marie, with a sigh, as memories of the past swept over her. "After I had finished the hymn," continued Iola, "he looked earnestly and inquiringly into my face, and asked, 'Where did you learn that hymn? I have heard my mother sing it when I was a boy, but I have never heard it since.' I think, mamma, the words, 'I was lost but now I'm found; glory! glory! glory!' had imprinted themselves on his memory, and that his mind was assuming a higher state of intellectuality. He asked me to sing it again, which I did, until he fell asleep. Then I noticed a marked resemblance between him and Harry, and I thought, 'Suppose he should prove to be your long-lost brother?' During his convalescence we found that we had a common ground of sympathy. We were anxious to be reunited to our severed relations. We had both been separated from our mothers. He told me of his little sister, with whom he used to play. She had a mole on her cheek which he called her beauty spot. He had the red spot on his forehead which you told me of." CHAPTER XXIII. DELIGHTFUL REUNIONS. Very bright and happy was the home where Marie and her children were gathered under one roof. Mrs. Leroy's neighbors said she looked ten years younger. Into that peaceful home came no fearful forebodings of cruel separations. Harry and Iola were passionately devoted to their mother, and did all they could to flood her life with sunshine. "Iola, dear," said Harry, one morning at the breakfast-table, "I have a new pleasure in store for you." "What is it, brother mine?" asked Iola, assuming an air of interest. "There is a young lady living in this city to whom I wish to introduce you. She is one of the most remarkable women I have ever met." "Do tell me all about her," said Iola. "Is she young and handsome, brilliant and witty? "She," replied Harry, "is more than handsome, she is lovely; more than witty, she is wise; more than brilliant, she is excellent." "Well, Harry," said Mrs. Leroy, smiling, "if you keep on that way I shall begin to fear that I shall soon be supplanted by a new daughter." "Oh, no, mamma," replied Harry, looking slight
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   117   118   119   120   121   122   123   124   125   126   127   128   129   130   131   132   133   134   135   136   137   138   139   140   141  
142   143   144   145   146   147   148   149   150   151   152   153   154   155   156   157   158   159   160   161   162   163   164   165   166   >>   >|  



Top keywords:
mother
 

assuming

 

looked

 

brother

 

replied

 
brilliant
 
handsome
 

younger

 
DELIGHTFUL
 

peaceful


REUNIONS

 

slight

 
passionately
 

devoted

 
CHAPTER
 

separations

 
fearful
 
forebodings
 

neighbors

 

smiling


children

 

bright

 

gathered

 

lovely

 

excellent

 

introduce

 

forehead

 

remarkable

 

supplanted

 

living


daughter

 
interest
 

sunshine

 

morning

 

pleasure

 
breakfast
 

convalescence

 
memories
 

precious

 
remember

finished
 

continued

 
earnestly
 
inquiringly
 

soothed

 

invariably

 
restless
 

plantation

 
Christ
 

propitious