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"I doubt not but that it is all a fantasy of the imagination, Frank. You had better take a composing draught, and to-morrow will find you more cheerful," said the wife. "I know of none more soothing," replied Mr. Halberg, as he prepared for his night's repose, "than a spirit at peace with God and man." "Jennie," said Carrie the next morning, "come with me and we'll get a peep at the portrait.
That night as the old butler stood in his master's room, and looked upon a lovely portrait that hung at the foot of the old gentleman's bed, he kept repeating to himself, "It can't be all in the name; the likeness is amazin'! amazin'!" "Rosalie," said Jennie the next day, "Let's go and see the old gentleman again. What's his name? you know I promised to return to him." "His name is Halberg."
Have you any idea that Jane's child is still living? and if it were so and we should ever find it out, are you not aware how materially it would affect our own children's share of their grandfather's property?" said Mrs. Halberg, blushing for very shame, as she encountered her husband's searching and grieved eye. "Eleanor," said he, "my sister was bitterly wronged!
Halberg was leaning upon the gate at the entrance of the burial-ground, gazing intently upon the many mounds that filled the spot, and wondering when his own tomb would be pointed out by others, when Jennie lightly touched his hand to remind him of her presence. He started, and, opening the gate, they were soon within the sacred inclosure.
Halberg arose and walked around on the other side of the church, and on his return to his niece he said, in a calm yet earnest tone, "My child, you must pray for your uncle his life will be weary indeed without you!" and pressing her fondly to him as they stood by the old man's grave, he too murmured "Dear little Jennie!" and they left the spot to the breath of the winds and the twittering of the birds that hopped about upon the willow branches.
When they paused before the Countess' tent Pierce once more enfolded her in his arms and sheltered her from the boisterous breath of the night. His emotions were in a similar tumult, but as yet he could not voice them, he could merely stammer: "You have never told me your name." "Hilda." "May I call you that?" She nodded. "Yes when we are alone. Hilda Halberg, that was my name." "Hilda!
"Come, Jennie father will not see us," said Carrie, gently pulling her within the door, "he gets so absorbed!" As Jennie entered the room she raised her eyes to the place where Mr. Halberg stood.
Halberg; "I rejoice that the heart of your sister is, as yet, only susceptible to warm and kindly emotions, and I trust you will both treat with politeness the young stranger who whatever her former station in life may have been is, as the adopted child of Mrs. Dunmore, entitled to every attention and courtesy from us all."
"I plead, not guilty," said Mary; "but, Henry, where are your offerings? you should not come into the presence of deities without suitable gifts." "Permit me to present to you my friend Mr. Burling, Miss Halberg," said Henry, as the young man approached with Rosalie and Ellen. "You see I have not forgotten the custom to bring some propitiatory sacrifice."
her voice faltered, and she did not attempt to finish, but sinking upon a bench near her, she wept unrestrainedly. "Quite a tragic scene! Whose benefit is it to-day, Carrie?" said Ellen Halberg, who that moment approached the summer-house.
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