A Final Triumph; or, A Lady Bachelor — page 52: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

50 A LADY BACHELOR. Mys. Studevant sat for a long time lost in deep thought, and only the one hope remained: George might write. ‘Finally she arose and entered her daughter’s room, and a more pitifal sight never greeted a mother’s glance. Eloise was dressing to go down to breakfast. Never did a mother exereise greater self-control She asked: ‘* Are you going down, Hloise?’’ ** Yes, mamma.”’ ** Are vou able?”’ ** No, mamma; but I must go down.’’ ** Why, my child?” The daughter looked into her mother’s face, and if ever a heroic spirit spoke, it was a heroic spirit that urged the words of Eloise at that instant as she murmured: ** Poor papal’’ The mother discerned it all. Eloise had seen her father’s face, had read the misery that was settling upon it, and with a heroic determination pitiful to behold, had resolved to attempt to crush out all appearance of her sor- row and go down to blind her father. Mrs. Studevant did not know what to say; her daughter could not realize what a pitiful failure her effort to conceal her misery would be. The mother did, and she knew that the effort was too much for Eloise. **T would not go down this morning, Eloise; wait until lunch-time. ”’ ** No, no; I will go down now—1 must go now!’’ ‘“ Why, my child?’’ “* Poor papa!’’ Mrs. Studevant was a woman of excellent common Gomichooks Gom)