Beadle's Dime Novels No. 14 — page 70: what you’re looking at

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68 THE EMERALD NEOKLACE. Clematis Percy’s mother. And now I see your father hasten- ing to her—so it must be your mother, and in a moment you will have the pleasure of seeing her.” “Poor mamma! I am sorry they telegraphed to her. What suspense she must have been enduring for ‘he last forty-eight hours.” “ Well, now you may know that she is very happy in hear- ing of your safety and improvement.” “ Come here a moment, dear Rosalie.” She went at the summons, and Clenmtis drew her down to her side, and put her arms about her feck with a kiss. “J wish to thank you again and again for your sisterly kindness to me—me, a perfect stranger to you, until you came to me in my sickness. Oh, I know my mother will love you !” ‘The door opened just then and Mrs. Percy, her face cover- ed with mingled smiles and tears, advanced rapidly to the bedside. “ My poor child! Oh, I am so thankful—so rejoiced !” After the first embrace, Clematis said: “Tt was cruel to give you so much anxiety, mamma; but I believe I was pretty seriously ill when they sent for you ; ‘ and might have been so now if it had not been for this lady, Miss Sloane, mother—my friend, my sister, she allows me to call her.” Rosalie held out her slender white hand. Mrs. Percy in taking it burst into tears, and ended by flinging her arms about her. si : “ Heaven will bless you, my dear Mademoiselle.” Rosalie cried a little bit; too, out of nervous sympathy, as well as from a swelling sensation of happiness at heart from hearing herself praised, not for beauty, but for goodness. “Qh, if they knew what it had cost me, besides a little Jabor !” she thought, as she brushed away her tears, Mr. Perey was added to the group who gathered about the bed of the almost recovered invalid. With beaming faces they gazed upon her cheerful countenance, and conversed al- most gayly of past danger. There was another who longed to, yet dared not, join the rest, but was doomed to pace rest- lessly through parlors and halls, his busy thoughts but little a 7 comlcbooks.com