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"We had a large company, and I did not note particularly the coming or going of any one." "Doctor Angier thinks it was soon after twelve o'clock. He saw him come out of the dressing-room and go down stairs about that time." "How is Frances?" asked Mrs. Birtwell. "It must be a dreadful shock to her in her weak state." "Yes, it is dreadful, and I feel very anxious about her.
But the servant who had brought up the card answered: "The lady wished me to say that she would like to see you alone in your own room, and would come up if it was agreeable." "Oh. certainly. Tell her to come right up." Wondering a little at this request, Mrs. Birtwell waited for Mrs. Whitford's appearance, rising and advancing toward the door as she heard her steps approaching. Mrs.
Birtwell left the house of Mr. Elliott a slender girl, thinly clad, passed from the beautiful residence of Mrs. Sandford. She had gone in only a little while before with hope in her pale young face; now it had almost a frightened look. Her eyes were wet, and her lips had the curve of one who grieves helplessly and in silence.
I must tell you all about it, but place upon you at the same time an injunction of silence, except in the case of one man, Mr. Spencer Birtwell. He is honorable and he should know, and I can trust him. "'You remember, of course, the entertainment he gave last winter and some, of the unhappy effects that came of it, but you do not know all.
It seems as though scales had dropped suddenly from my eyes and things I had never seen before stood out in clearest vision." THEY were still in conversation when Mrs. Birtwell returned. Her eyes were wet and her face pale and sorrowful. She sat down beside her husband, and without speaking laid her head against him and sobbed violently. Mr.
Birtwell, "but I'd like to see the man brave enough to give a large fashionable party and exclude wine." "So would I. Though every lip but mine kept silence, there would be one to do him honor." "You would be alone, I fear," said the husband. "When a man does a right and brave thing, all true men honor him in their hearts.
"That has been our great and difficult problem; but, thank God! it is, I verily believe, now being solved." "How? Where?" eagerly asked Mrs. Birtwell. "What Church has undertaken the work?" "A Church not organized for worship and spiritual culture, but with a single purpose to go into the wilderness and desert places in search of lost sheep, and bring them, if possible, back to the fold of God.
Birtwell as they talked still farther about the unhappy case, "how much easier is prevention than cure! How much easier to keep a stumbling-block out of another's way than to set him on his feet after he has fallen! Oh, this curse of drink!" "A fearful one indeed," said Mr. Elliott, "and one that is desolating thousands of homes all over the land." "And yet," replied Mrs.
Birtwell said this she saw the flush die out of Ethel's face and an expression of pain come over it. Guessing at what this meant, she added, quickly: "Mrs. Sandford and I do not think alike. You must keep your home, my child." Ethel gave a start and caught her breath. A look of glad surprise broke into her face.
Birtwell, and was not willing to encounter the humiliation of living under their roof and coming in daily but restrained contact with them. So he took his bride to his mother's house, and Mrs. Birtwell had no alternative but to submit, hard as the trial was, to this separation from her child. This was the shadow of the great evil in which Mrs. Birtwell was sitting on the day Mr.
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