Love After Marriage; and Other Stories of the HeartHentz, Caroline Lee
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Love After Marriage; and Other Stories of the Heart
Hentz, Caroline Lee
Fiction; Short stories, American
"What I felt at hearing these words I never can tell,--they pressed
upon me with such a weight of grief--her innocence seemed as clear to
me as noonday--my own unkindness as cruel as the grave. Quickly as
possible we sought the cottage where her mother dwelt, and a piteous
spectacle met our eyes. There lay Alice, on a little bed, pale,
emaciated, and almost unconscious; her once bright hair dim and
matted; her sweet blue eyes sunk and half closed; her arms laid
listlessly by her side, the breath coming faint and flutteringly from
her parted lips. On another bed lay her poor, heart-broken mother,
unable to relieve the sufferings of her she would gladly have died to
save. Frantic with grief, I threw myself by the side of Alice, and
disturbed the solemn stillness of the death-hour with my incoherent
ravings. I declared her innocence; I called upon her to live, to live
for my sake, and throwing my arms wildly round her wasted form,
struggled to hold her back from the grave yawning beneath her. It was
in vain to cope with Omnipotence. Alice died, even in the midst of my
agonies, and it was long before I was able to listen to the story of
her illness, as related by her disconsolate mother. She had returned
home sick and feverish, and sick and feverish she evidently was on her
first awakening, and that wounded spirit, which none can bear, acting
on a diseased frame, accelerated the progress of her fever till it
settled on her brain, producing delirium, and ultimately death. During
all her delirium, she was pleading her cause with an angel's
eloquence, declaring her innocence, and blessing me as her
benefactress and friend."
Here my grandmother paused, and covered her eyes with her
handkerchief. I laid my head on her lap, and the ringlets of little
Mitty's hair were wet with my tears. I felt quite broken-hearted, and
ready to murmur at Providence for placing me in a world so full of
error and woes.
"Did you ever feel happy again, dear grandmother?" asked I, when I
ventured to break the silence,--curiosity was completely merged in
sympathy.
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