The Cameron pride; or, purified by suffering : $b A novelHolmes, Mary Jane
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The Cameron pride; or, purified by suffering : $b A novel
Holmes, Mary Jane
American fiction -- 19th century
“Surely Miss Lennox might remain; the carriage could be sent back for
her; and he had hardly seen her at all.” But Miss Lennox chose to go;
and after her white cloak and hood had passed through the door into the
street, there was nothing attractive for Mark in his crowded parlors,
and he was glad when the last guest had departed, and he was left alone
with his mother.
Operas, parties, receptions, dinners, matinees, morning calls, drives,
visits, and shopping; how fast one crowded upon the other, leaving
scarcely an hour of leisure to the devotee of fashion who attended to
them all. How astonished Helen was to find what _high life_ in New York
implied, and she ceased to wonder that so many of the young girls grew
haggard and old before their time, or that the dowagers grew selfish and
hard and scheming. She should die outright, she thought, and she pitied
poor little Katy, who, having once returned to the world, seemed
destined to remain there, in spite of her entreaties and the excuses she
made for declining the invitations which poured in so fast.
“Baby was not well—Baby needed her,” was the plea with which she met
Wilford’s arguments, until the mention of his child was sure to bring a
scowl upon his face, and it became a question in Helen’s mind, whether
he would not be happier if Baby had never come between him and his
ambition.
To hear Katy’s charms extolled, and know that he was envied the
possession of so rare a gem, feeling all the while sure of her faith,
was Wilford’s great delight, and it is not strange that, without any
very strong fatherly feeling or principle of right in that respect, he
should be irritated by the little life so constantly interfering with
his pleasure and so surely undermining Katy’s health. For Katy did not
improve, as Wilford hoped she might; and with his two hands he could
span her slender waist, while the beautiful neck and shoulders were no
longer worn uncovered, for Katy would not display her _bones_, whatever
the fashion might be. In this dilemma Wilford sought his mother, and the
result of that consultation brought a more satisfied look to his face
than it had worn for many a day.
“Strange he had never thought of it, when it was what so many people
did,” he said to himself, as he hurried home. “It was the very best
thing both for Katy and the child, and would obviate every difficulty.”
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