Cora and The Doctor; or, Revelations of A Physician's WifeLeslie, Madeline
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Cora and The Doctor; or, Revelations of A Physician's Wife
Leslie, Madeline
Physicians -- Fiction
"Yes, mamma," said Pauline, "I never expected to create such a sensation
as I did soon after you left. I went to the cemetery with Nelly, and
after walking around had thrown myself down before the monument marked
'Imogen.' I was imagining my own feelings, had the interred been my
mother, and thinking if such were the case, how I should love to visit
her grave, and plant flowers around it, when I looked up to meet the
glance of a young man who was tenderly assisting an old gentleman toward
the very spot where I knelt, while in one hand he carried a portable
seat. A single glance sufficed to assure me that they were mourners for
some beloved friend lying there; and I sprang up hastily and apologized
for my intrusion. The old gentleman had not appeared to observe me until
I spoke; but then he started back as if he had seen a ghost, and would
have fallen to the ground had not his companion hastily thrown down the
stool, and caught him in his arms. I opened it, and stepping behind them
motioned the younger one that it would be better to let him be seated.
He put his hand feebly to his head, saying audibly, 'Oh, my God! support
me under this.' Then turning to his son, he said, 'Did you see her,
Eugene?'
"'Who, father?'
"'Why oh! I forgot myself. Let us return; I can't stay here. Perhaps
she'll come back.'
"'Dear father, your eyes have deceived you. It was only a young lady who
happened to be reading the epitaph upon the tomb stone;' and he turned
to look again at me.
"I had lost all power of motion, and was so drawn toward father and son,
that I had not thought of moving.
"'You have been so very anxious,' continued the young man, 'to come here
once more, and the air is so balmy to-day, I fear you will not have so
favorable an opportunity again.'
"A deep sigh was the only reply; and the son took a pocket-handkerchief,
and tenderly wiped his father's forehead, as he leaned against his
breast. 'Perhaps,' said he, addressing me in French,' you will come
around in front of the grave. My father is much agitated at your sudden
appearance.'
"I replied, in English, that I was very sorry for what had happened;
and regretted that I had been led by curiosity to intrude upon their
retirement.
"'No apology is necessary,' he replied.
"'To whom are you talking, Eugene?' asked the invalid in a very feeble
voice.
"'To the lady, you saw, father,' and he made a motion with his hand for
me to stand where he could see me.
"I did so, but no sooner did the old gentleman perceive me, than he
started forward holding out both his hands as if to embrace me; and then
with a dreadful groan fell back into the arms of his son.
"'Oh! what can I do for you?' I asked in affright.
"'Fly,' said he, 'to that house,' pointing to the nearest one, 'and call
for help. Stay,' he continued quickly, 'if you could hold him, I could
go quicker.'
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