Christian life -- Fiction; Frontier and pioneer life -- Ohio -- Fiction; Physicians -- Fiction
"Well dat's bad nuff, chile, but don't fret yo' heart out dat way;
de missus come back soon, please de Lawd; so cheer up, honey, and
come and eat yo' suppah. I'se cooked a chicken and made some o' dose
muffins you's so fond of."
But Marian was destined to be more lonely still. Sad news reached
Glen Forest the next morning just as she was preparing to pay her
usual visit to Woodland. Miss Janet, in her blindness, had missed her
footing at the top of the stairs and fallen down the whole flight,
striking her head with such force that she was taken up insensible,
and in a few minutes had ceased to breathe.
The shock of the terrible accident brought a second stroke of
paralysis upon the bereaved sister, and in a few days they were lying
side by side in the little churchyard. They had been lovely and
pleasant in their lives, and in death were not divided.
CHAPTER XIV.
One beautiful October day two well-mounted gentlemen, each followed
by a servant, came galloping into Chillicothe, and halted at Major
Lamar's door.
In the one the major instantly recognized an old friend and companion
in arms, Captain Bernard, now a wealthy Virginia planter; the other
was introduced as an English gentleman, Mr. Lysander Lyttleton, his
guest for some weeks, whom he had persuaded to accompany him on a
visit to this new state, of whose beauty and fertility they had heard
the most flattering accounts.
The major gave them a hearty welcome, and proffered the hospitalities
of his house, a larger and more commodious dwelling than the one he
had occupied at the beginning of our story. Tig was summoned to take
charge of the servants and horses, and the major himself conducted
his guests to the parlor and introduced them to his wife and sister.
Dinner was already on the table; two more plates were added and they
sat down to partake of the meal, but while in the act of taking their
places their number was augmented by a new arrival, a very plainly
dressed, sober looking man, who came in with the air of one who felt
quite at home, giving and receiving a cordial greeting.
"Ah, Tommy," said the major, shaking hands with him, "you are just in
time. Tig, set up a chair and bring another plate for Mr. Dill."
Having been introduced in due form to the other guests, and
requested to ask a blessing, the new comer bowed his head over his
plate, each one present copying his example, and with outspread hands
and closed eyes, poured out a long prayer of fervent thanksgiving
for the food set before them, and all other blessings temporal and
spiritual, mingled with much humble confession of sin, and very many
petitions; winding up with this remarkable one: "O Lord, we beseech
thee to go into the highways and byways and hedges of our hearts and
drive out the Canaanites, and the Hittites, and the Hivites, and the
Perizzites, and the Girgashites, and the Amorites, and the Jebusites."
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