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    MR. FRANKLAND'S MAKRIAGE. 407

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    I^» I——I Have Passed My Life As A Dressm...

    burst upon him , and , when he had poured forth his soul in hymns of praisesuddenlall was taken from him ! A younger , gayer ,

    prosperous , man mi y ght revive and marry again , but , poor , lame , and dejectedwho would love him now that Susan was gone ? How was

    , he to be resigned ? I feared to see Mr . Frankland . As I returned to L , every street , the inn-door where Susan had

    stood watching me off , brought her and my sorrow to my mind . The street where we stopped was busy , crowded , and steep , the east wind

    blew cuttingly up it . Cold and dreary , I felt keenly the being jostled bas I stood waiting for my box . Suddenly , I saw Mr .

    y passengers , Frankland toiling wearily up the steep street among the crowd . He seemed to walk lamerand leant heavily upon his stick against the

    buffeting of the -wind . , I shall not forget how plaintive his face looked through all the sweetness of Ms expression . My first

    impulse was to retreat ; how eoald he bear to see me , and here ? But he had observed me . " Jane" he said , and held out his hand .

    , He looked me full in the face . Utter loneliness and _jmtient sorrow filled that mute appeal with unspeakable pathos . Tears gushed from

    my eyes : he wished nothing more than tears slied for love of his Susan . At last he said gently , " We have had a great loss !"

    " Oh sir , " cried I , passionately , " it is too great to be told . " " Yes" replied he" I never looked for that . "

    How could , my grief , be loquacious , when his was so quiet ? I went to see him as soon as I could . I stood on the steps ; she had

    first opened that door to me . Betsey let me in , and took me into the p sat arlor thus , I cry motioned ing some to time her to , when sit down the . front We door both was began opened to cry . with We a

    latch key , and Mr . Frankland walked in , too suddenly for us to check our tears . He looked from one to the other , there came a quivering movement in his featuresand he walked away as though to hang up

    his hat . Presently he returned , , and gave me a kind welcome ; you see he was anxious to greet me as his Susan would have done .

    Betsey soon brought in the tea , we sat down to it , but I could not eat" I seeI see" said he quietly" notMng tastes as when sho

    . , ,, made it . " Thinking it my duty to divert his thoughts , I began to talk on various matters . He answered me kindly , but I saw that

    his thoughts were elsewhere . His eyes were fixed on the vacant lacemore intent on summoning baclc the shade of his Susan than

    p anything , this world could afford . At last he said abruptly , " How pretty she used to look , Jane ,

    pouring out the tea , " "Ah , yes , sir , she used to sit just here . "

    "No , " he replied , pointing to a spot a few inches lower down , _^ it was just here , that she might see the trees in Mr . Jones ' s gar-God ! could she

    n ot have ; then been suddenl . ared y breaking me a little down longer , ? Oh " , This my was his first and last ungoyerned , sp emotion so far as I could witness . and his

    After this evening I often went to see Mr . Franldand _,

    Mr. Frankland's Makriage. 407

    MR . _FRANKLAND ' S MAKRIAGE . 407

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  • English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), Aug. 1, 1860, page 407, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse-os.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01081860/page/47/