The Haunted Homestead: A NovelSouthworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
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The Haunted Homestead: A Novel
Southworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
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Valentine, no longer distressed for or by his master, divided his
attention between the manifold light duties that occupied him all day at
Red Hill, and the evenings spent in assisting Fannie in her business
behind the counter of Leroux's shop, and for which he now received a
regular payment, in consideration of the fact that he stood at the post
and performed the duties of Monsieur Leroux, whose age obliged him to
leave the shop at an early hour of the evening, just as the custom was
beginning to grow brisk. Thus they were enabled to add many little
comforts to their humble home, and also to lay up a trifle against the
chance of darker days.
Every alternate Sabbath they attended meeting together at Magnolia
Grove, and afterward dined with Phædra at Red Hill, and went home at
night; and, on the intervening Sabbath, when there was no service at the
Grove Mission, Phædra would come into town and go to church with the
children at the Bethel (colored) Mission of M----, and afterward take
dinner with them, before returning home in the evening.
Thus passed the halcyon days of spring, preceding the awful moral storm
which ended in that "household wreck."
CHAPTER VI.
PROPHETIC.
The look, the air that frets thy sight,
May be a token that below,
The soul has closed in deadly fight
With some eternal fiery foe,
Whose glance would scorch thy smiling grace,
And cast thee, shuddering, on thy face.
Spring in the South is a season of the most enchanting beauty. Forests
of odoriferous, blossoming trees, thickets of sweet-scented shrubs, and
fields of fragrant wild flowers fill the atmosphere with their delicious
perfume; climbing vines twine around the trees and overgrow the fences,
transforming them into arbors and to hedges of flowering plants of
matchless bloom and fragrance; while myriads of bright-winged birds
enliven all the sunny air with their glad melody. It is a season and a
scene no lover of nature could look upon without rapture.
But the summer, with its advanced luxuriance of beauty, too often brings
malaria, pestilence and death.
The promise of the spring to one in Valentine's condition had been too
fair to last for any length of time. Clouds began to gather over his
head. First, as Mr. Waring went no longer to town to spend his evenings,
it followed as a matter of course that he frequently required
Valentine's services at that hour at home. On inquiring for his servant
upon these occasions, and receiving the answer that Valentine had gone
to town to see his wife, he would grow angry, and exclaim, with an oath:
"I have never had any good of that boy since his foolish marriage. In
town every night! This thing is getting to be insufferable, and shall be
stopped."
And one morning, when Valentine returned, Mr. Waring told him that he
was not to take himself off to see his wife every evening, but that in
future he must ask permission to do so.
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