Penny Dreadfuls, 1899 · page 89 of 359
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Dorothy Visits Her Aunt. | 85 hospital and forget all about her, lest she make you lost and bad like herself!” “Stop!” cried Dorothy, trembling with anger. “I can- not allow you or any one to speak in such terms of my sis- ter.Phyllis. What has happened to her might happen to any woman, however good—to you yourself as well as any other. The sanction of the church is the one and only safeguard a woman has against a man’s wickedness. Such a man as this Trevelyan knows quite well that a woman like Phyllis would never make her wrongs public by prosecuting him for bigamy. She is too gentle and too soft-hearted to desire the punishment of any one she has once loved and trusted, however much he may have in- jured her. She cannot hate as I can. But every true woman should surely help and protect her now, when by a man’s wickedness her heart has been broken and her whole life spoiled.” “A man’s wickedness,’ Mrs. Knight repeated im- patiently. “Bah! You speak asa child, my niece. That sort of wickedness is half-and-half. I have not a doubt Phyllis has deceived you. She went on the stage, she got into bad company, and she invented all this charming little story of a false marriage to account for the result. It is a fairy tale. If she had really been married, think you she would have kept it a secret from you? I know hu- man nature—girl’s nature. Ifa girl gets an offer, presto! she writes to a hundred particular friends; but if she gets married, even if it is to a pauper with one eye, what does she do but advertise in all the papers, and send out cake and cards so that all the world may know she has at length gota husband? No! Phyllis is a silly girl, and a bad girl, but her lies are of no use with me!” “T will not stay to hear my sister insulted!” cried Miss Knight, her eyes ablaze. ‘“Good-by, Aunt Dorothea, and I will pray God to send you a little charity.” 39 Conmiclooao SS (S@)