Hope Mills; Or, Between Friend and SweetheartDouglas, Amanda M.
Philosophy
Hope Mills; Or, Between Friend and Sweetheart
Douglas, Amanda M.
Fiction
But they found enough. Pay-rolls for men kept up long after they had
been discharged, and many who had never been at all; systematic
falsifications that could not be brought to light without a rigid
inspection and comparison by an expert. But Hamilton Minor felt, with
the world's wisdom, that bringing the Eastmans back as criminals would
not be likely to lead to any restoration; while it would prove a family
disgrace, and perhaps add Gertrude to the list of dependent ones.
"It makes me heart-sick!" declared Fred. "There is nothing but
selfishness and hollowness and greed. Are truth and honor quite dead?"
"Very fine talk, my young friend," said Minor in a sneering tone; "but
the question that more nearly concerns you is how you are all going to
live, granting even that there may be enough to pay the debts. Of course
this great house cannot be kept afloat. You had better discharge some of
the servants, and retrench while you do remain in it."
Then had followed the talk with Agatha, when matrimony was proposed as a
certain and sure remedy for these present ills: a cure the young man
disdained with anger.
Mrs. Lawrence kept to her room, and was too ill to listen to business
details, even if she could have helped in any way, which she could not.
She fancied now, like many another woman, that her husband had been her
only delight in life, and that there was nothing left. When Agatha
suggested that she had been very short-sighted to consent to mortgaging
Hope Terrace, she cried, and said "she would have given up every thing
for him, and now that he was gone she wanted no fortune,--she should
never leave her room again until she was carried."
If there had been any bright little Sylvie to run in and comfort her!
any strong-hearted, tender woman, to whom he could turn! He seemed now
to realize more keenly what he had lost, than on the night Sylvie
rejected him. And that other strong, manly soul--no, bitterly as he
might regret, he could no more go back to him than to Sylvie.
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