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"The Lord bless and comfort his stricken ones," said the minister as he arose and stood for a few moments with his hand resting on the bowed head of Mrs. Birtwell. "The Lord make us wiser, more self-denying and more loyal to duty. Out of sorrow let joy come, out of trouble peace; out of suffering and affliction a higher, purer and nobler life for us all.
Birtwell had a high respect for the Church, and on an occasion like this could do no less than honor one of its dignitaries by requesting him to ask a blessing on the sumptuous repast he had provided on the rich food and the good wine and brandy he was about dispensing with such a liberal hand. So, in the waiting pause that ensued after the room was well filled, Mr.
Glad to see you looking so well, Miss Birtwell." Blanche bowed with cold politeness, drawing a little back as she did so, and tightening her hold on Whitford's arm. Lovering fixed his eyes on the young lady with an admiring glance, gazing into her face so intently that her color heightened.
Elliott! We must get him into the' Home," said Mrs. Birtwell, speaking close to the minister's ear. "What home?" asked Mr. Ridley, turning quickly upon her. She did not answer him. She feared to say a "Home for inebriates," lest he should break from them in anger. "What home?" he repeated, in a stronger and more agitated voice; and now both Mr. Elliott and Mrs.
Birtwell became so deeply interested in Mr. Ridley and his family. Blanche had risen, in a measure, above the deep depression of spirits consequent on the attitude of her parents toward her betrothed husband, and while showing no change in her feelings toward him seemed content to wait for what might come. Still, there was something in her manner that Mrs.
Birtwell started to her feet in evident alarm. Mr. Elliott was crossing to the parlor door, when it was thrown open with considerable violence, and he stood face to face with Mr. Ridley. ON leaving the clergyman's residence, baffled in his efforts to get the wine he had hoped to obtain, Mr. Ridley strode hurriedly away, almost running, as though in fear of pursuit.
Birtwell, another with General Abercrombie alas for him! he fell that night so low that he has never risen again and another with some one else. It was almost impossible to put a restraint upon yourself. Invitation and solicitation met you at every turn. The sphere of self-indulgence was so strong that it carried almost every one a little too far, and many into excess and debauch.
There was a crowd and crush upon the stairs, fine gentlemen and ladies seeming to forget their courtesy and good breeding in their haste to be among the earliest who should reach the banqueting-hall. This was long and spacious, having been planned by Mr. Birtwell with a view to grand entertainments like the one he was now giving.
Recognizing her, he called her by name, and not waiting for her to ask the question that looked out of her face, said: "It is all right with him." A cry of joy that she could not repress broke from Ethel. It was followed by sobbing and tears. "Can we see him?" asked Mrs. Birtwell. "The doctor will not think it best," replied the man. "He has had a pretty hard night, but, the worst is over.
A deep silence fell upon the little company. Mrs. Birtwell had turned her face, so that it could not be seen, and tears that she was unable to keep back were falling over it. She was first to speak. "What," she asked, "was this young lady doing at the house of your friend?" "She had applied for the situation of day-governess.
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