Biographical fiction; Historical fiction; Short stories, English
And there was much pursing of lips and many a round declaration that
Mr. Endicott would have done a wiser thing in lending his countenance
to one of his own knowledge and county.
Now about this time, it being near Christmas, Mr. Endicott gave a ball,
and the expectants said that his daughter’s betrothal would follow this
feast, and using curiosity as a cloak for carnal inclinations many
worthy folk went who would have served the Lord better by remaining by
their own hearth.
The dance was continued till late, indeed when every one became much
animated, for Mr. Endicott was open-handed with his meat and drink, and
there was music of fiddles and a harp.
At midnight Mr. Farry led out Mrs. Endicott for some new fangled step
from the court (and there were many wanted to hear how he came to know
it and how he had found occasion to teach her), and they came down the
room hand in hand, she in a pink taffeta with trimmings of silvered
silks which had been bought in London and her hair trimmed and dressed
like a city Madam at least.
So they came down the room, and all eyes were on them; they looked only
at each other, and it was commonly averred afterwards that the look on
the face of Mrs. Endicott was that of one whom earthly passion hurrieth
forward to inevitable actions, maybe of folly or wickedness.
Still gazing at him, she changed hands in the centre of the room, and
moving round for the first figure gave him her left.
Then of a sudden her radiant face withered; she cast an affrighted
glance at her feet, recoiled like one who has stepped on a springe and
with a shriek fell on the ground, passing into fit after fit with many
frantic gestures and maniac words.
This thing did completely put an end to that festival, and was blazing
matter for talk, for Mrs. Endicott lay ill for many weeks and gave for
reason for her sudden disorder that she had had a vision of Hell.
Yea, she declared with floods of tears to all who came about her that
Hell itself had opened at her feet, and she gave such details and spoke
with such earnestness of the horrid spectacle of smoke and flame and
the faces grinning up at her and the hands endeavouring to pull her
down that there was none who dare entirely slight or discredit her tale
lest they should be casting scorn on one of the Judgments of God; so
all made agree to tell her that it was a forewarning brought on her by
her careless life and she used all haste to make amends.
She sold all her gauds and fine things and gave the money to the needy;
she came often to the prayers and devoted herself to household stuff as
was beseeming one in her situation. No longer did she go prinking like
an idle wanton lady, but went in a humble habit without adornment and
took up thrifty ways and a sober conversation.
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