Harper's New Monthly Magazine, No. XXVII, August 1852, Vol. VVarious
History
Harper's New Monthly Magazine, No. XXVII, August 1852, Vol. V
Various
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The husband's promised good-behavior did not long endure; ere two
months of wedded life were past, he had fallen again into his old
habits; and the wife, bitterly repentant of her folly, was fain to
confess, that nothing but dread of her father's vengeance saved her
from positive ill usage. It was altogether a wretched, unfortunate
affair; and the intelligence--sad in itself--which reached me about
a twelvemonth after the marriage, that the young mother had died in
childbirth of her first-born, a girl, appeared to me rather a matter
of rejoicing than of sorrow or regret. The shock to poor Dutton was,
I understood, overwhelming for a time, and fears were entertained
for his intellects. He recovered, however, and took charge of his
grandchild, the father very willingly resigning the onerous burden.
My brother-in-law left James Dutton's neighborhood for a distant
part of the country about this period, and I saw nothing of the
bereaved father for about five years, save only at two business
interviews. The business upon which I had seen him, was the
alteration of his will, by which all he might die possessed of was
bequeathed to his darling Annie. His health, I was glad to find, was
quite restored; and although now fifty years of age, the bright
light of his young days sparkled once more in his keen glance. His
youth was, he said, renewed in little Annie. He could even bear to
speak, though still with remorseful emotion, of his own lost child.
"No fear, Sharp," he said, "that I make that terrible mistake again.
Annie will fall in love, please God, with no unlettered, soulless
booby! Her mind shall be elevated, beautiful, and pure as her
person--she is the image of her mother--promises to be charming and
attractive. You must come and see her." I promised to do so; and he
went his way. At one of these interviews--the first it must have
been--I made a chance inquiry for his son-in-law, Hamblin. As the
name passed my lips, a look of hate and rage flashed out of his
burning eyes. I did not utter another word, nor did he; and we
separated in silence.
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