The Missing BrideSouthworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
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The Missing Bride
Southworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
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Cloudy and Lina were very quietly married, and took up their abode at
the pleasant farmhouse of Locust Hill, which was repaired and
refurnished for their reception. But if the leopard cannot change his
spots, nor the Ethiope his skin--neither can the fairy permanently
change her nature; for no sooner was Jacko's happiness secured, than the
elfish spirit, the lightest part of her nature, effervesced to the
top--for the torment of Cloudy. Jacko and Cloudy, even, had one
quarrel--it was upon the first occasion after their marriage, of his
leaving her to join his ship--and when the whilom Sister of Charity
drove Cloudy nearly frantic by insisting--whether in jest or earnest no
one on earth could tell--upon donning the little middy's uniform and
going with him! However, the quarrel happily was never renewed, for
before the next time of sailing, there appeared a certain tiny Cloudy at
home, that made the land quite as dear as the sea to its mother. And
this little imp became Mrs. Waugh's especial pet. And if Jacquelina did
not train the little scion very straight, at least she did not twist him
awry. And she even tried, in her fitful, capricious way, to reform her
own manners, that she might form those of her little children. And Mrs.
Waugh and dear Marian aided her and encouraged her in her uncertain
efforts.
About this time, Paul and Miriam were united, and went to housekeeping
in the pretty villa built for them upon the site of Old Field Cottage by
Thurston, and furnished for them by Mrs. Waugh.
And a very pleasant country neighborhood they formed--these three young
families--of Dell-Delight, Locust Hill and the villa.
Two other important events occurred in their social circle--first, poor
harmless Fanny passed smilingly to her heavenly home, and all thought it
very well.
And one night Commodore Waugh, after eating a good, hearty supper, was
comfortably tucked up in bed, and went into a sound, deep sleep from
which he never more awoke. May he rest in peace. But do you think Mrs.
Waugh did not cry about it for two weeks, and ever after speak of him as
the poor, dear commodore?
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