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Dulan was preferred to the rectorship of the newly established parish of All Saints, and subsequently to the president's chair of the new collegiate school of Newton Hall. This prosperity enabled him to send for his son and daughter, and settle with them in a comfortable home near the scene of his labors.
The first meeting of William Dulan and Alice Raymond took place under the following circumstances. On the arrival of Richard Delany at home, his father, who kept up the good old customs of his English ancestors, gave a dinner and ball in honor of his son's coming of age. All the gentry of his own and the adjoining counties accepted invitations to attend. Among the guests was William Dulan.
Long years must elapse before, if ever, he could be in a situation to ask the hand of Alice. With his head bowed upon his hand, he remained lost in thought. "Mr. Dulan, may our class come up? We know our lessons," said a youthful voice at his elbow. "Go to your seats, boys," said a rich, melodious, kind voice; "I wish to have a few moments' conversation with Mr. Dulan," and Dr.
John Dulan turned away. "Is my son is my son dead?" "He is in heaven, I trust," sobbed John. A shriek, the most wild, shrill and unearthly that ever came from the death-throe of a breaking heart, arose upon the air, and echoed through the woods, and the widow sunk, fainting, to the ground. They raised her up the blood was flowing in torrents from her mouth.
They bore her to the house, and laid her on the bed. John Dulan watched beside her, while the old man hastened to procure assistance. The life of the widow was despaired of for many weeks. She recovered from one fit of insensibility, only to relapse into another. At length, however, she was pronounced out of danger.
Richard Delany was not far wrong in his conjecture concerning the young usher, who was no other than our old friend William Dulan, little Willie, who had now grown to man's estate, the circumstances of whose introduction to the Delany family I must now proceed to explain. To pass briefly over the events of William Dulan's childhood and youth.
I thought you were my son! Dear me, how absurd!" exclaimed the widow, releasing him. "Let us go on to the cottage, aunt," said John Dulan, sadly. "Yes, do. I am looking every minute for William. Oh, you can tell me, Uncle Ben did he reach the ferry last night?" "Yes, madam," groaned the old man. "Why, you alarm me! Why didn't he come home, then?" "He did try he did try!
"If dear mamma had known, she would not have scolded me so, though," was his last thought as he sank into a feverish sleep. The next morning when Mrs. Dulan arose, the heavy breathing, and bright flush upon the cheek of her boy, caught her attention, and roused her fears for his health. As she gazed, a sharp expression of pain contracted his features and he awoke.
Alice said this in a peculiar tone, as she glanced at the sorrow-stricken visage of the young man. A desultory conversation ensued, after which William Dulan arose to take his leave, which he did in a choking, inaudible voice. As he turned to leave the room, his ghastly face and unsteady step attested, in language not to be misunderstood, the acuteness and intensity of his suffering.
William was engaged in packing his trunk, when Dr. Keene, again the harbinger of good tidings, entered his room. "My dear Dulan," said he, "I have come to tell you that the Delanys have arrived. You will have an opportunity of spending your last evening with Alice."
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