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The group had reached the porch and lingered there a moment, waiting for the carriages to draw up. The shadows were all gone from Grantley Mellen's face now; he bent his head and whispered a few words, that made Elizabeth's cheek glow into new beauty.
As Mellen and his sister followed, Elizabeth heard Elsie whisper in a low voice: "Grant, dear, you are not cross with me?" In the midst of Mr. Rhodes's uproarious laugh at one of his own jokes, she caught Mellen's answer: "Never, darling, never! You are my one comfort my only blessing."
Mellen's chair, that threatened to roll from under him each moment. "Now, Miss Clo, what is it you want of me? I'm on hand for a'most anything." "I knows you is, and ales wuz, Caleb; that's why I trusted yer wid de delicatest part ob dis entertainment. 'Member its premptory to de weddin'." "Preparatory, isn't that the correct word, Miss Clo?"
"Will she be pleased? Will she be surprised?" "I hope so, I think so!" was Mellen's frank answer; "for hereafter, my sweet wife must be a guardian angel to the dear child, for she has been, till now, the dearest creature to me on earth." "I, too, have loved her better than anything," said Elizabeth. "Have I not seen that? Yes, I am sure we shall make Elsie perfectly happy.
Clorinda, filled with indignation by this strange proceeding, turned in search of the cause, and lo! there was Dolf, Mr. Mellen's own man, crossing the lawn, with two other gentlemen of color, evidently from the city.
When they reached the house, Elsie was standing on the steps, and ran down to the carriage full of alarm, having just learned that Elizabeth had met with some accident, while Tom came forward more anxious still. "Are you hurt? are you hurt?" demanded Elsie. Elizabeth assured her that she was not in the least injured, tried to laugh at Mellen's solicitude, but looked very nervous still.
A dog broke into furious barking as he emerged from cover, and he had a moment's anxiety lest it serve as warning to the enemy; but a few quick strides brought him to the tent of Mellen's foreman. Going in, he roused the man, who was sleeping soundly. "Hello!" cried the foreman, jumping up and rubbing his eyes, "I thought Curtis Gordon had taken possession." "Hush!
There came a day when Grantley Mellen found himself alone with a terrible misery, with no faith left, no trust in humanity to give a ray of light in the darkness of his betrayal. The friend whom he had trusted eloped with his affianced bride, and cheated him out of a large sum of money. With that sudden treachery and bitter grief, Mellen's youth ended.
Especially distasteful to him was this rich and favored youth, whose presence awakened all his combativeness, which was by no means small. Mr. Mellen's most inopportune interruption and covert taunts provoked him beyond endurance. His face was fairly white with rage, and for a moment he felt that he could stamp his rival out of existence. In the low, concentrated voice of passion he said, "If Mr.
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