Family life -- Juvenile fiction; Voyages and travels -- Juvenile fiction
"I don't know that anything bad has happened to him, dear. I trust not.
I will tell you all I know. The night my mother-in-law and I found you
in that little hut I saw a tall dark boy. He had gone to fetch the
doctor for you, and he stood in the gloom, for we had very little light
just then. All on a sudden he gave a cry, and ran to my mother-in-law,
and threw his arms round her neck, and said strange words to her. But
before she could answer him, or say one single sentence in reply, he
just ran out of the hut and disappeared. Then we brought you and
Maurice and Toby home, and we have not heard one word of Joe since,
dear."
CHAPTER XXVII.
REVELATIONS.
After this little conversation with Mme. Malet Cecile's sojourn in the
land of Beulah seemed to come to an end. Not that she was really
unhappy, but the peace which gave a kind of unreal sweetness to this
time of convalescence had departed; her memory, hitherto so weak, came
back fully and vividly, she remembered all that dreadful conversation
with Joe, she knew again and felt it through and through her sensitive
heart that _her_ Joe had proved unfaithful. He had stolen the piece of
paper with the precious address, he had given over the purse of gold
into the hands of the enemy. Not lightly had he done this thing, not
lightly had he told her of his wrongdoing. Could she ever forget the
agony in his eyes or the horror in his poor voice as he told her of the
life from which he had thus freed himself. No, all through her illness
she had seen that troubled face of Joe's, and now even she could
scarcely bear to dwell upon it. Joe had been sorely tempted, and he had
fallen. Poor Joe! No, she could not, she would not blame Joe, but all
the same her own life seemed ended; God had been very good. The dear
Guide Jesus, when He restored to her little Maurice, had assuredly not
forsaken her; but still, all the same, _she_ had been faithless. Her
dying stepmother had put into her hands a sacred trust, and she never
now could fulfill that trust.
"Though I tried to do my best--I did try to do my very, very best,"
sighed the poor little girl, wiping the tears from her eyes.
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