Unlucky: A Fragment of a Girl's LifeAustin, Caroline
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Unlucky: A Fragment of a Girl's Life
Austin, Caroline
Domestic fiction; England -- Juvenile fiction; Stepdaughters -- Juvenile fiction
Day broke. The mist melted away as the sun rose sparkling on the water
that, swept by a light wind, danced gaily in the glad morning light. But
of the ship that had moved so gallantly over those same waters only a
few short hours before, no trace remained, save here and there some
floating wreckage. No trace either of the brave little soul whose
perplexities were all over now, who would never be unlucky any more, to
whom death had come gently and tenderly at last, and to whom it had been
given to offer the supremest sacrifice, even its own life, for another.
* * * * *
Colonel and Mrs. Desmond were amongst the survivors on that fatal night,
whose terrible events cost the latter a long and painful illness. On her
recovery she burst into tears when Helen's name was mentioned in her
presence for the first time. Whether she was fully conscious of her
stepdaughter's heroic behaviour towards her no one ever exactly knew.
Her husband learnt much of what had passed through her ravings during
her illness, but he dreaded recurring to so painful a subject. Very
sadly, after many months had elapsed, they returned to their home in
Bloomsbury Square, and from that day forward no untoward event occurred
to mar the outward calm of the lives of this middle-aged couple as they
went down into what seemed serene old age; but the colonel's hair
whitened rapidly, and Mrs. Desmond realized too late all that she had
missed.
Spring was in the land once more when Colonel and Mrs. Desmond, aged and
saddened, stood again in sight of Longford Grange. Mrs. Desmond trembled
as she walked, and the colonel took her hand gently and led her towards
the churchyard. There, at the head of a little mound, bright with
spring flowers, a marble cross had been placed. On it was written--
IN MEMORY OF
HAROLD,
Who Died August 10th, 187--.
And below--
On the same day and about the same hour,
HELEN,
Drowned through the Foundering of the
"Empress" in the Baltic.
"_Love is all and death is nought._"
Mrs. Desmond knelt down and kissed the cold stone. "If I had but loved
her," she said.
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