A Final Triumph; or, A Lady Bachelor — page 62: what you’re looking at

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60 A LADY BACHELUR. The father hastened upstairs, his face radiant, and he acted like a boy as he rushed into the room where his wife and daughter were sitting—his first exclamation was: ‘*] told you it was all nonsense. Just like you women, always imagining the worst, always making mountains out of mole-hills! You try my patience. Hang it! you’ve made yourselves unhappy, and made me miserable, when there was no need.”’ Mother and daughter gazed at him with startled glances, ) and on the face of each there came alternate expressions of dietrust and hope. | -* What is it, Henry?’’ **1t’s just as I told you. Your forebodings were the outgrowth of your own unwarranted misgivings. George is all right—a splendid fellow, a noble fellow! I admire his delicacy. ’’ ‘* Henry,”’ said the mother as she rose and went toward her husband, ‘‘ what do you mean? Has he written to you?’’ ‘* No; he’s too considerate a fellow to alarm us need- lessly. Read this.”’ Mr. Studevant thrust the paper under his wife’s glance. She was of a calmer temperament than her husband; she returned to her chair and carefully read over the account. There came a hopeful look to her face. Her daughter was watching with an eager gleam in her eyes, and the color which came and went on her face made her look beautifu.. ‘* You can go, Henry,”’ said Mrs. Studevant. A ‘* Don’t you see it all?” , ip oe Eomicbooks com 4% By By | 5 % r ! PAC A hk lie UP aie al Srila oie aL ebay ie Jon Ne at A: tec layt