Pulp Fiction, 1862 · page 29 of 100
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oe A TERRIGLE YESTINY. 27 the face of the tempest, courting danger, and knowing no fear. I saw him rush into the whirling waters ; and then his cold, beautiful form laid on the stony bottom of the river, and the waves, lashed by the furious wind, threw his long hair from side to side or swayed his lifeless arms. These pietures grew too horrible. The storm was somewhat lessened in violence, and I gained a reluctant assent from my mother to go to Anne and comfort her. Under the guidance of Tim I gained the Grove, and a scene of desolation it was. Servants were hurrying to and fro with bright lanterns, under whose light the wet ground shone as if it were jeweled thickly—servants stood in groups on the porches, and the house alone looked dark. I found Mrs. Lattison walking the floor in disordered attire, her hair thrown down, her eyes cold, hard, unnatural. She turned to me as she cried, hoarsely,‘ Once more I am childless, and pointed to where Anne indeed lay like one bereft of life. I hurried to the poor girl’s side, spoke her name and kissed* her. She roused herself instantly, and throwing her arms about my neck, kissed me and sobbed her brother’s name. 5 “*He will come back,’ I said, soothingly. a. ** Oh! if God will but grant it, she cried, ‘and we were so hopeful, for he is almost twenty, and if he lives till he is twenty-one—but out some. remains for each ofus” : “Tle may live, I suggested. “« He may—but the rest-did not,’ was her reply. ‘So little as he has suffered this month—from a Pp is she looked at me half fearfully. “*T think I understand you, I said, with another pang at my heart. “* Well, all the physicians have given us ho It is not hereditary—as far back as can be traced, no insanity ’—oh! how I shuddered at that word—‘ can be discovered in any of our ancestors; it is some trouble with the brain—tubercles, I think, that will gradually leave him froin the age of nineteen * is sure to have recovered. — we have had such beautiful of late—only to be rs to the ground. If he has come to harm it will kill my mother: he was her idol’ Commicloooks.conn