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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Now, whether his marriage had changed his feelings toward Valentine, or
whether it was Valentine's marriage that in time and effect grew
displeasing to him, or whether both these causes combined to produce an
estrangement between the master and the man, I know not; but certainly
their mutual relations were changing for the worse. The master grew less
considerate and indulgent, and more arrogant and exacting toward his
poor servant; and that servant had a daily struggle with his own
indignant sense of outraged manhood. Still, Fannie soothed him.
"Govern your temper, dear Valley, and God will bless you. Never mind me
and Coralie; we shall get along well enough; and we can see each other
Sunday at church, and Thursday at prayer-meeting, anyhow," she would
say, cheerfully.
True, Fannie had her baby always with her, and that was a great comfort
to the youthful wife and mother for the absence of her husband. They
might have looked for some aid from the intercession of Mrs. Waring; but
alas! for fair and false hopes, her romantic interest in little Fannie
that had been but a frail spring blossom of her own happy bridehood,
soon withered; and, added to that, her influence with her husband had
waned with her honeymoon. So, between her indifference and her
inability, together with her ignorance of the facts--for Valentine
seldom had sight or speech alone with his mistress, or, when he had, was
too proud and reserved to complain, and Fannie, from native modesty,
would rather endure than plead--little aid was to be expected from Mrs.
Waring's interference in behalf of the young couple.
The gathering clouds of fate darkened and deepened over the head of the
doomed boy. His little home in the city was visited with sickness.
First, his little Coralie was taken ill. No father in this world,
whatever his nature or degree might be, ever loved his infant with a
more passionate attachment, than poor Valentine felt toward his little
Coralie; she was the darling of his heart and eyes, the light and joy of
his present, and the hope of his future. It was for her own sake that he
wished to save money--to educate her. Daily he thanked God that she was
born free.
Now, his bright, beautiful Coralie was pining away under a complication
of infant disorders.
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