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Birtwell noticed something in his voice that made her say quickly: "Why do you ask?" "For no particular reason, only she's not down to tea." Mr. Birtwell's face had grown very serious. "She'll be along in a few moments," returned Mrs. Birtwell. But several minutes elapsed, and still she did not make her appearance. "Go up and knock at Miss Blanche's door," said Mrs. Birtwell to the waiter.
"The wine, I mean. While to you and me it may be only a pleasant and cheery friend, to one like Mr. Ridley it may be the deadliest of enemies." "An enemy to most people, I fear," returned Mrs. Birtwell, "and the more dangerous because a hidden foe. In the end it biteth like a serpent and stingeth like an adder." Her closing sentence cut like a knife, and Mr. Elliott felt the sharp edge.
There is scarcely a family in the land on which its blight does not lie. The best, the noblest, the purest, the bravest, have fallen. It is breaking hopes and hearts and fortunes every day. The warning cross that marks the grave of some poor victim hurts your eyes at every turn of life. We are left without excuse." Mrs. Birtwell rose as she finished speaking, and returned to her chamber.
MRS. CARLTON was a favorite in the circle where she moved; and when it became known that she would have to submit to a serious operation in order to save her life, she became an object of painful interest to her many friends. Among the most intimate of these was Mrs. Birtwell, who, as the time approached for the great trial, saw her almost every day.
Birtwell," was answered "nothing you might say could possibly change my feelings or sentiments. I know we are responsible both to God and to society for the stumbling-blocks we set in the way of others.
Birtwell, and after touching it with her lips laid her wet cheek against it and held it there tightly. "Can I go and see him?" she asked, lifting her face after some moments. "It will not be best, I think," replied Mrs. Birtwell "that is, not now. He was very sick when we took him there, and may not be well enough to be seen this morning." "Very sick! Oh, ma'am!"
Birtwell made enjoyment keen, and led him on to extravagant and showy exhibitions of wealth that caused most people to smile at his weakness, and a good many to ask who he was and from whence he came that he carried himself so loftily. Mrs.
Birtwell stopped, and reaching out her hand, said: "Mrs. Sandford! Oh, I'm glad to see you. I was just going to your house." The lady took her hand, and grasping it warmly, responded: "And I'm right glad to see you, Mrs. Birtwell. I've been thinking about you all day. Step into the carriage. I shall drive directly home." Mrs. Birtwell accepted the invitation.
Birtwell, "that the way to a knowledge of our whole duty in any came is to begin to do the first thing that we see to be right." "Granted; and what then? Do you see the first right thing to be done?" "I believe so." "What is it?" "If, as seems plain, the separation of Mr.
"He fell," she added as soon as she could recover herself, "and still lies, prostrate and helpless, in the grasp of a cruel enemy into whose power we betrayed him." "But you did it ignorantly," said Mr. Elliott. "There was no intention on your part to betray him. You did not know that your friend was his deadly foe." "My friend?" queried Mrs. Birtwell. She did not take his meaning.
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