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THE BATTLE OF LIFE. |
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roaring elements without. Such a wild winter day as best prepares the way for shut-out night; for curtained rooms, and cheerful looks; for music, laughter, dancing, light, and jovial entertainment!
All these the Doctor had in store to welcome Alfred back. They knew that he could not arrive till night; and they would make the night air ring, he said, as he approached. All his old friends should congregate about him. He should not miss a face that he had known and liked. No ! They should every one be there!
So, guests were bidden, and musicians were engaged, and tables spread, and floors prepared for active feet, and bountiful provision made, of every hospitable kind. Because it was the Christmas season, and his eyes were all unused to English holly and its sturdy green, the dancing-room was garlanded and hung with it; and the red berries gleamed an English welcome to him, peeping from among the leaves.
It was a busy day for all of them ; a busier day for none of them than Grace, who noiselessly presided everywhere, and was the cheerful mind of all the preparations. Many a time that day (as well as many a time within the fleeting month preceding it), did Clemency glance anxiously, and almost fearfully, at Marion. She saw her paler, perhaps, than usual; but there was a sweet composure on her face that made it lovelier than ever.
At night when she was dressed, and wore upon her head a wreath that Grace had proudly twined about it—its mimic flowers were Alfred's favourites, as Grace remembered when she chose them—that old expression, pensive, almost sorrowful, and yet so spiritual, high, and stirring, sat again upon her brow, enhanced a hundred-fold.
" The next wreath I adjust on this fair head, will be a marriage wreath," said Grace; "or I am no true prophet, dear."
Her sister smiled, and held her in her arms.
" A moment, Grace. Don't leave me yet. Are you sure that I want nothing more ?"
Her care was not for that. It was her sister's face she thought of, and her eyes were fixed upon it, tenderly.
" My art," said Grace, " can go no farther, dear girl; nor your beauty. I never saw you look so beautiful as now."
" I never was so happy," she returned.
" Ay, but there is greater happiness in store. In such another home, as cheerful and as bright as this looks now," said Grace, "Alfred and his young wife will soon be living."
She smiled again. "It is a happy home, Grace, in your fancy. I can see it in your eyes. I know it ivill be happy, dear. How glad I am to know it." |
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