The Evil Genius: A Domestic Story — page 228: what you’re looking at

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THE EVIL GENIUS. 919 with piteous surprise. How strange, how dreadful, that he should cry; that he should be so sorry when she was so glad. She took her little handkerchief out of the pocket of her pina- fore, and dried his eyes. ‘‘ Are you thinking of the cruel sea, papa? No! the good sea, the kind, bright, beautiful sea, that has given you back to me, and to mamma - They had forgotten her mother, and Kitty only discovered it now. She caught at one of her father’s hands hanging helpless at his side. With sparkling eyes, with flushed cheeks, she pulled at his hand, as if her little strength could force him to his feet. ‘* Come,” she cried, ‘‘and make mamma as happy asI am.” He hesitated. She sprung on his knee; she pressed her cheek against his cheek with the caressing tenderness familiar to him in the first happy days when she was an infant. ‘‘ Oh, papa, are you going to be unkind to me for the first timein your - e ?”? His momentary resistance was at an end. He was as weak in her hands now as if he had been the child and she had been the man. Laughing and singing and dancing round him, Kitty led the way to the window of the room that opened on the garden. Some one had closed it on the inner side. She tapped impa- tiently at the glass. Her mother heard the tapping; her mother came to the window. And they saw each other again. Since the miserable time when they had left Mount Morven, since the long, unnatural separation of the parents and the child, those three were to- gether once more. AFTER THE STORY. 1.—The Lawyer’s Apology. THAT a woman of my wife’s mature years should be jealous of one of the most exemplary husbands that the records of matrimony can produce is, to say the least of it, a discouraging circumstance. A man forgets that virtue is its own reward, and asks, What is the use of conjugal fidelity ? However, the motto of married lifeis (or ought to be) peace, at any price. I have been this day relieved from the condition of secrecy that has been imposed on me. You insisted on an ex planation some time since. Here it is at last. For the ten thousandth time, my dear, in our joint lives, you are again right. That letter, marked private, which I received at the domestic tea-table, was what you positively declared it to be, a letter from a lady—a charming lady, plunged in the deepest perplexity. We had been well known to each other for COMMICLO© Ss (E() im