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They were to be back in time for the approaching examination and exhibition at Bay Grove Academy; and in preparing his pupils for this event, William Dulan found ample employment for his time and thoughts. I will not weary you with a description of the exhibition. It passed off in that school pretty much as it does in others.
Dulan started to his feet, seized both the hands of his friend, pressed them fervently, and would have thanked him, but utterance failed. Dr. Keene insisted on his resuming his seat, and then added: "The income of the school amounts to twelve hundred dollars a year. The schoolhouse, dwelling-house, with its outbuildings and numerous improvements upon the premises, go into the bargain.
"Ah! there he is and John Dulan is with him," exclaimed the mother as they drew near. The foremost man was indeed John Dulan, who held out his hand as they met. "Ah! how do you do, John? How do you do? This is so kind of you! But, stand aside excuse me I want to see that youth behind you!" and the widow brushed past him, and caught to her bosom old Ben, the ferryman. "My gracious!
"My father," said Elizabeth. "Well, Miss Dulan?" "I think that Willie always carries every piece of cake he gets to his mother." "But why not always prevent that by sending her a piece yourself?" "Because, my dear father, I think it may be wrong to restrain the amiable spirit of self-denial evinced by the child."
While this conversation was going on, the summer vacation approached, and William made arrangements to spend them with his mother. One morning William Dulan sat at his desk. His face was pale, his spirits depressed. He loved Alice, oh! how madly. He could not forego the pleasure of her society; yet how was all this to end?
William Dulan spent a month with his mother, and when the moment arrived that was to terminate his visit, he said to her: "Now, dear mother, cheer up! This parting is so much better than our last parting. Now, I am going to prepare a beautiful home for you, and when I come at Christmas, it will be for the purpose of carrying you back with me." The widow gave her son a beaming look of love.
"You may bring in the light, now," said Alice. "Will Lady Hilden accept congratulations, offered at so late a period?" said William Dulan, with a respectful bow. Alice, who had been startled out of her self-possession, replied only by a bow.
In the height of the "nine days' wonder," William Dulan returned, and was greeted by the news from every quarter. "Oh, Alice lost! lost! lost to me forever!" exclaimed he, in agony, as he paced, with hurried strides, up and down the floor of his little room. "Oh, my mother, if it were not for thee, I should pray that this wretched heart of mine would soon be stilled in death."
Dulan entered the room at this moment, and looking down at the child, and taking his thin, cold hand in his own, felt his pulse, and turning to the wretched mother, who had fixed her anxious gaze imploringly upon him, he said: "Hannah, my dear sister But, oh, God! I cannot deceive you," and abruptly left the room.
Alice never married, but spent the remainder of her life in ministering to the suffering poor around her. I neglected to mention that, during the illness of Mrs. Dulan, the body of her son was found, and interred in this spot, by the request of his mother. "What becomes of the moral?" you will say. I have told you a true story.
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