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I feel as I were the 'lost Lenore' and you the poor lover; but when I leave you you must not break your heart like that. You and Muddie will have each other and soon you will come after me and we will all be happy together again in Heaven!" No word passed the lips of the mother. Her silvered head was bowed in grief and prayer.
His whole manner changed; a mighty weight seemed to roll from his shoulders as he stretched his legs before the fire. His old merry laugh the laugh of Edgar Goodfellow rang out as he told "Muddie" of the success of his lecture, in Providence, of the great audience and the applause. "Muddie," he cried, "my dream of The Stylus will come true yet!
Her eyes had the velvety softness of pansy petals and as they looked into the eyes of the sick man recalled to his clearing mind the expression of mixed love and questioning in the eyes of his spaniel, "Comrade," the faithful friend of his boyhood. At length he spoke. "Who is 'Muddie'?" "She's my mother, and you are my new brother that has come to live with us always."
He said them over and over again to himself rolled them on his tongue, fascinated with their sound and with their suggestiveness. He bade Virginia and "Muddie" keep up brave hearts, for they would turn their backs upon this cold, inhospitable New York and set up their household gods in the "City of Brotherly Love."
I have come back to marry you!" "To marry her?" exclaimed Mrs. Clemm. "At once, do you mean?" "At once! Today or tomorrow for I must be getting back to Richmond as soon as possible. Don't you see, Muddie, that this is just a plot of Neilson's to separate us? He never cared for me he loves Virginia and is determined I shall not have her. But we'll outwit him! We'll be married at once.
His clothes, hat, boots and gloves were all somewhat worse for wear and his old coat hung loosely upon his shoulders wasted as they still were by the effects of his long illness; but he whistled while he brushed and "Muddie" darned and carefully inked the worn seams, and finally it was with a feeling that he was quite presentable that he kissed his hands to his two good angels and ran gaily down the steps.
Upon continued resistence continued victory he was resolved, and in the resolution he was happy. Best of all, Virginia was happy, and "Muddie" dear, patient "Muddie!" The two women chatted like magpies over their sewing or house-work, or as they watered the flowers. They, like himself, had made friends. Neighbors dropped in to chat with them or to borrow a pattern, or to hear Virginia sing.
With trembling hands the discouraged young applicant for place as an author made a neat parcel of six of his "Tales of the Folio Club" and a recently written poem, "The Coliseum," and left them, that very night, at the door of the office of The Saturday Visitor. How eagerly he and "Muddie" and "Sissy" awaited the fateful twelfth! The hours and the days dragged by on leaden wings.
When she saw her husband at the gate she dropped her broom and ran into his arms like a child. "Oh, Buddie, Buddie," she cried, "are not our palings beautiful? Muddie did them for a surprise for you!" "Buddie" was enthusiastic in admiration of the white palings and praised the gentle white-washer to the skies.
"We will have nothing more to say of her except this: Muddie, I have been in a dream from which, thank God, I am now awake. In the darkness of my loneliness of my misery, of which you alone have the slightest conception, I saw a light which I fancied would lead me to the love for which my soul is starving to the sympathy which is sweeter even than love to the broken heart of a man. I followed it.
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