I've Been Thinking; or, the Secret of SuccessRoe, A. S. (Azel Stevens)
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I've Been Thinking; or, the Secret of Success
Roe, A. S. (Azel Stevens)
Conduct of life -- Fiction; Diligence -- Fiction; Success -- Fiction
Jim and Ned were the brothers of his heart, and between the three there
was an interchange of the most entire confidence: Sam only was wanting
to have made the circle of his heart's desire complete.
Through the influence of William, Mr. Rutherford had been induced to
hire a tenement for the present, not far from the abode of the Montjoys,
until time should more clearly develop what course he ought to pursue
for his future support.
To this family he daily resorted, there he found another home, and in
their friendship he enjoyed a repose that seemed to him a paradise.
Hettie he often met, and treated her like a sister, so far as she would
allow him, but he had said nothing to her about love. Perhaps his heart
had been drawn far away, or the power of disease had so deadened his
feelings, that he could not arouse himself to the effort of attempting
to gain her affections, or perhaps he saw--for love is eagle-eyed--that
there was one on whom Hettie looked with just such feelings as he would
once fain have had her entertain towards himself.
Henry Tracy still retained his situation, and, of course, William and he
were thrown together in the same home; a sincere friendship had
commenced between them; the mild and social character of both seemed
formed upon the same basis. Although there was a vast difference in
their mental attainments, yet William had learned much from intercourse
with the world, and could impart valuable knowledge of men and things in
exchange for the intellectual stores which Henry had at his command, and
thus was his spirit beguiled from those dark and depressing thoughts
which often attend upon the sinking frame, and even hasten its decay.
Friendship met him at every turn in some new form, and her smile cheered
his sensitive spirit, and kept up a genial glow; quickening his languid
pulse, and animating him with unnatural vigor.
He had been spending the evening at the Rutherford's, and had been more
engaged in conversation than usual; it was near the time for retiring,
when he was seized with a slight fit of coughing; and on Mrs.
Rutherford's asking if he felt more unwell, as she noticed that he was
unusually pale--
'I am in some pain;' and he placed his hand upon his chest. She stepped
up to him, and found that the handkerchief which he had just taken from
his mouth was stained with blood.
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