Edith and John: A Story of PittsburghFarquhar, Franklin Smith
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Edith and John: A Story of Pittsburgh
Farquhar, Franklin Smith
Pittsburgh (Pa.) -- Fiction
"Some day--some day," sighed Edith, looking out the window. Then: "I
wish I had never seen--no, no; that is not what I mean. Had I never seen
him, I would not have this pain, the pain of uncertainty, in my heart.
Awhile ago I was very happy; but now I feel like lying down in the bed
again, and remaining there till--oh, I wish he would come, and I--no, I
could not do that; he must find it out, if he is ever to know. I will
get well first, Star, and then we will take up the work, Star, I had
planned before I became ill; and work to do some good in the world. I am
feeling very weak, Star. This has been too much for me; will you assist
me to my bed. Oh, Star, I am sorry--sorry for it all. You do not know,
dear Star. You will not know till some good man comes along and strikes
a responsive chord in your heart--you will not know, Star, till then.
Help me to bed, and let me rest."
Sitting by her bedside, Star heard, for the first time, the story that
Edith promised to tell her that day when she first came into Edith's
life. After lying down, Edith was more calm, and was still in the mood
to continue her confidential talk with Star.
"Star, do you know that you are my cousin?" asked Edith.
"Cousin!" exclaimed Star, as if she did not understand.
"Yes, Star; cousin! Your mother is a first cousin to my father; but I
never knew it till about the time I sent for you."
Star leant over and kissed Edith, and drew her face up till their cheeks
touched.
"Edith," whispered Star, "you are an angel," and then released her, and
assumed a kneeling position, while Edith continued:
"I saw you one day, Star, when I was with my father on a mission of
mercy in the poor districts of the South Side. When first I saw you, you
were on your knees scrubbing the floor--at that place where you worked.
I saw your face, and fell in love with you as soon as I saw you, for I
knew that you were good. I told papa that it was a pity for a beautiful
girl like you to be doing that kind of drudgery, when he said that we
could, perhaps, get you a better place. We asked you your name, if you
remember--"
"I remember," said Star.
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