Vashti's Fate — page 32: what you’re looking at

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i a ee a a | A SHOCK. | 27 ~~ her tones to be calm, she said, pausing by Mrs. Everleigh, and dropping a hot kiss on her face: ‘“There, sister, quiet yourself and sleep; I will go now. I do not think you had best talk any more to-night. I will send Elise to you. Darling sister, good-night.” She went away to her room, to pass the night in a restless pace, to and fro, conning, with a bleeding heart, the prob- lem of life. Everleigh was an old place; built, it was said, by a Lord Roscoe Everleigh, who had at some period far back come over from England to America, and built this spacious man- sion of stone, half castle, half palace, requiring at his death, that for certain cogent reasons, his descendants should make _Everleigh their home always. It was said, that through several generations, each possessor of Everleigh had renewed and strengthened this requirement by will, and that nobody had ever known an Everleigh live for any length of time away from the old place. Singular also to tell, the members of the family had always been confined to a limited number. Never more than three children had gladdened the parental hearts at Everleigh ; and this same weird fatality seemed to pursue till there was rarely © more than one left to heir the name. The house at Everleigh had its region of forlorn, dis- mantled rooms; great suites of apartments, where, through the ivy-mantled windows, the bat and the owl flitted dreari- ly, and built their nests among the ruins of what had been richly carved wainscot; worm-eaten now, and defaced by time and neglect. It seemed by common consent, that each succeeding proprietor had made no effort to recover this portion of the house from decay. There were strange tales told of these rooms; of sights and sounds which the wind, the old GOMIEG ofefe) <S €oO — . --*