The discarded daughter; or, The children of the isleSouthworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
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The discarded daughter; or, The children of the isle
Southworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
Chesapeake Bay Region (Md. and Va.) -- Fiction; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction; Maryland -- Fiction
“No obligations at all, sir. The truth is, seeing that from having been
a help to aunty and Nettie in the time of their need I had got to be a
hindrance in the way of their doing better than I could do for them, I
went to Mr. Fig and told him that I would stand behind the counter and
help about the store, for no more than my mere board—not even asking
clothing—on conditions, it should be understood, I was to go to the West
the very first chance that came. Well, Mr. Fig knew me, and how much I
could do, and agreed to my plan; and so I came this morning, and have
done a very hard day’s work, too—hauling several cartloads of freight
from the brig up to the store, and unloading them, and storing them in,
and waiting behind the counter the rest of the time. All that makes me
feel well to-night. So, you see, sir, I owe Mr. Fig nothing but good
friendship; and I am ready to set out with you to-morrow.”
“Be it so, then, my boy. And I am rejoiced to know that in thus
following the bent of your inclinations, you abandon no duty. Will you
join me to-night, or early to-morrow morning?”
“Early to-morrow morning, Dr. Hardcastle. You may pick me up at the
south gate of the falling-field, behind Mount Calm—that will be directly
in your road. I must go up to Mount Calm, to-night, to bid good-by to
Aunt Joe and Nettie.”
“Very well, my boy. Be punctual.”
And having obtained the articles for which he came Dr. Hardcastle left
the store.
That night Hugh Hutton went up to Mount Calm. He succeeded in obtaining
entrance to his Aunt Joe’s rooms, but found, to his regret, that Nettie
had some time before retired to bed, and was now fast asleep. He spent
the night on a pallet in his aunt’s room, and in the morning made up his
bundle to start. Miss Joe objected, cried, bemoaned her fate and Hugh’s,
but finally consented to his departure; for Miss Joe believed in Hugh
and had faith in Dr. Hardcastle, besides it would not sound so badly to
tell the neighbors, by and by, that her nephew, Hugh Hutton, was
“studying medicine underneath Dr. Hardcastle.” So Miss Joe gave him her
blessing, and went to wake up Nettie, to bid him farewell, prophesying
all the while that Nettie would “take on dreadful.” But Nettie did not
“take on” at all; she threw herself joyously around Hugh’s neck, gave
him a hearty hug and kiss, and declared, that with his bundle across his
shoulder he was Jack the Giant-Killer, going to seek his fortune; and
that he must let her know about every giant he killed, and every
enchanted lady he freed, and every magician’s castle he took, and ever
beautiful princess that loved him. And then she pulled the scarlet
worsted comforter from her neck and wound it around Hugh’s throat,
tucking the ends into his coat breast, and bid him good-by. Hugh went to
the door, turned to take a last look, impulsively darted back, clasped
his old aunty, and then Nettie, in a last embrace, sprung from the room,
and was gone. A rapid walk brought him to the spot where he found Dr.
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