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Excuse me for a few moments I will go and see how Anne is." Miss Ellstowe returned, after a short interval, with the information that little Birdie was much more composed, and would, no doubt, soon recover from her fright. "To receive a worse blow," observed George Stevens. "I pity the poor little thing only to think of the disgrace of being engaged to a nigger.
"Why, no that is, nothing very definite, more than that he is an orphan, and a gentleman of education and independent means." "Humph!" ejaculated George Stevens, significantly. "Humph!" repeated Miss Ellstowe, "what do you mean? Do you know anything beyond that? One might suppose you did, from your significant looks and gestures." "Yes, I do know something about this Mr.
I shall have to ask you to excuse me again," said he, in conclusion; "I must go and see my daughter." Mr. Bates was rising to depart, when George Stevens gave Miss Ellstowe a significant look, who said, in a hesitating tone, "Mr. Bates, one moment before you go. My friend, Mr. Stevens, has a communication to make to you respecting Mr.
A physician was brought in, who declared he had ruptured a minor blood-vessel, and would not let him utter a whisper, and, assisted by Mr. Bates, placed him in his carriage, and the three were driven as swiftly as possible to the hotel where Clarence was staying. Little Birdie retired to her room in great affliction, followed by Miss Ellstowe, and George Stevens was left in the room alone.
Bates, whilst bowing to his new acquaintance; "the sudden and alarming illness of my young friend will, I trust, be a sufficient apology." "How is he now?" asked Miss Ellstowe. "Better much better," answered he, cheerfully; "but very wild and distracted in his manner alarmingly so, in fact.
I trust, Miss Ellstowe, you will inform them of what I have told you." "How can I? Oh, Mr. Stevens!" said she, in a tone of deep distress, "this will be a terrible blow it will almost kill Anne. No, no; the task must not devolve on me I cannot tell them. Poor little thing! it will break her heart, I am afraid."
One morning, Clarence, little Birdie, and her intended bridesmaid, Miss Ellstowe, were chatting together, when a card was handed to the latter, who, on looking at it, exclaimed, "Oh, dear me! an old beau of mine; show him up," and scampering off to the mirror, she gave a hasty glance, to see that every curl was in its effective position.
Bates, with the air of a man determined not to be convinced of a disagreeable truth; "it cannot be possible." Hereupon George Stevens related to him what he had recently told Miss Ellstowe respecting the parentage and position of Clarence.
"Yes, coloured man," said George Stevens, confidently; "it grieves me to be the medium of such disagreeable intelligence; and I assure you I only undertook the office upon the representation of Miss Ellstowe, that you were not aware of the fact, and would regard my communication as an act of kindness." "It it can't be," exclaimed Mr.
"Who is it?" asked little Birdie, all alive with curiosity; "do say who it is." "Hush!" whispered Miss Ellstowe, "here he comes, my dear; he is very rich a great catch; are my curls all right?" Scarcely had she asked the question, and before an answer could be returned, the servant announced Mr. George Stevens, and the gentleman walked into the room.
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