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314 THE BATTLE OF LIFE. |
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messenger, the messenger is waiting at the gate. The sun is setting on Marion's birthday. Courage, courage, Grace !"
She raised her head, and, looking at him, told him she was ready. As she stood, and looked upon him going away, her face was so like Marion's as it had been in her later days at home, that it was wonderful to see. He took the child with him. She called her back—she bore the lost girl's name—and pressed her to her bosom. The little creature, being released again, sped after him, and Grace was left alone.
She knew not what she dreaded, or what hoped ; but remained there, motionless, looking at the porch by which they had disappeared.
Ah ! what was that, emerging from its shadow; standing on its threshold ! That figure, with its white garments rustling in the evening air; its head laid down upon her father's breast, ami pressed against it to his loving heart! Oh, God ! was it a vision that came bursting from the old man's arms, and with a cry, and with a waving of its hands, and with a wild precipitation of itself upon her in its boundless love, sank down in her embrace !
" Oh, Marion, Marion ! Oh, my sister ! Oh, my heart's d«ar love ! Oh, joy and happiness unutterable, so to meet again ! "
It was no dream, no phantom conjured up by hope and fear, but Marion, sweet Marion ! So beautiful, so happy, so unalloyed by care and trial, so elevated and exalted in her loveliness, that as the setting sun shone brightly on her upturned face, she might have been a spirit visiting the earth upon some healing mission.
Clinging to her sister, who had dropped upon a seat, and bent down over her: and smiling through her tears, and kneeling, close before her, with both arms twining round her, and never turning for an instant from her face : and with the glory of the setting sun upon her brow, and with the soft tranquillity of evening gathering around them : Marion at length broke silence ; her voice, so calm, low, clear, and pleasant, well-tuned to the time.
"When this was my dear home, Grace, as it will be now, again------"
" Stay, my sweet love ! A moment! Oh Marion, to hear you speak again."
She could not bear the voice she loved so well, at first.
"When this was my dear home, Grace, as it will be now, again, I loved him from my soul. I loved him most devotedly. I would have died for him, though I was so young. I never slighted his affection in my secret breast, for one brief instant. It was far beyond all price to me. Although it is so long ago, and past and gone, and everything is wholly changed, I could not bear to think that you, who love so well, should think: I did not truly |
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