The Land Claim — page 109: what you’re looking at

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ALICIA’S GRIEF. 105 The quivering voice and significant accent told all. ‘ “My father is dead!” gasped Alicia, becoming ghastly white. “Oh, Mrs. Wyman, my father is dead!” and she clung to her friend for support. “Be as calm as you can, dear. Your father has gone to -his Lord, who has shown him how good a daughter you were, and now he is reconciled with you. Let that comfort. you, to feel that he is reconciled at last. Come, dear, let us go,” She meant to give her something to do; she did not want: to grant her an opportunity to give way to sorrow at first ; so she put her arm about her and drew her to the door, where Allen was waiting.” “We are all ready,” she said to him, with a glance of intelligence. “Help Alicia in first, if you please.” ; ““ Allen took her up in his arms, as he had done the even- ing before, and placed her in the carriage. He whisperéd but one word in her ear—“ My darling !”—but it unsealed the fountain of her tears, and when Mrs. Wyman was seated beside her, she threw herself upon her lap, and wept unre- Strainedly. She did not see, as Mrs. Wyman did, the blackened ruins where were lying the charred remains of her father. As if she knew instinctively the manner of his death, she did not even look in that direction, nor uncover her eyes until they reached home. : But that day, a memorable one in the history of Fairview, enough was told her to confirm the horrible idea which haunted her—enough to quite scare away all efforts at com- posure, and sink her at last in a happy insensibility that lasted for hours. comicloooks. conn