Thrice Wedded, but Only Once a Wife — page 203: what you’re looking at

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194 THRICE WEDDED. ~ woman who had charge of the house where I lived, and who was a gentle, kind-hearted creature, I hastily told her my situation, and begged her to tell my brother that I was buried. “It was no lie that I urged her to speak, for I intended — to effectually bury and hide myself henceforth from every — one whom I had ever known or ever seen. «lhe woman consented to do my bidding, from pity of me and my suffering child; and with an almost bursting heart I gave my idol the last embr ace, and fled from the house to see him no more. ‘“My plot worked well. For Ralph Moulton took my child, gave him his own name, believing I was dead, and has reared him till the present moment. But, oh! better would it have been had I kept him with me, to suffer poverty and illness, hunger and thirst, and brought him up— as best I could under the influences of a tender, loving heart, than to have committed him, so pure and innocent, to the care of one so vile and heartless, so devoid of rin- ciple, and all that makes a man good and noble. Oh! my boy, forgive your mother, for she erred unconsciously, believing she deserted you only for your future good. ‘I felt you would never suffer hunger any more, that you would receive an education such as I craved for you, and perhaps in the end so twine yourself around your uncle’s heart that he would make you the heir of his vast wealth. ‘But I know, my darling, by the hungry look in your eyes, that you have starved for the want of a little love and tenderness.” The lovely woman turned her eyes pleadingly upon Ralph for a moment, then, with a passionate burst of tears bowed her stately head upon his shoulder. He clasped her convulsively to him, and in a broken, husky voice replied: ‘‘Mother—the sweetest name I have ever spoken—it is I - who should ask your forgiveness for not better improving the privileges which, to gain for me, you doomed yourself to a solitary, loveless life. Itis I who should sue for par- — don, that I have allowed my heart to become like a garden full of noxious weeds, instead of bright blooming flowers, whose fragrance and beauty would now be grateful to you, and in a measure repay you for your great sacrifice.” -— comicbooks i. ee ty ee