Mary Jane Holmes

Mary Jane Holmes

Summary

Portrait of Mary Jane Holmes Mary Jane Holmes,  Madeline

“ For four years Maddy Clyde has been mistress there, and in looking back upon them she wonders how so much happiness as she has known could be experienced in so short a time. Never but once has the slightest ripple of sorrow shadowed her heart, and that was when her noble husband, Guy, said to her, in a voice she knew was earnest and determined, that he could no longer remain deaf to his country’s call—that where the battle storm was raging he was needed, and he must not stay at home. Then for a brief season her bright face was overcast, and her brown eyes dim with weeping. ”
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Portrait of Mary Jane Holmes Mary Jane Holmes,  Madeline

“ She had thrust him from her at first, speaking to him of Lucy, his wife, and Guy had answered her, “I have no wife—I never had one. Lucy is in Heaven;” and that was all Maddy knew until the great shock had spent itself in tears and sobs, which became almost convulsions as she tried to realize the fact that Lucy Atherstone was dead; that the bridal robe about which she had written with girlish frankness proved to be her shroud, and that her head that night was not pillowed on Guy’s arm, but resting under English turf and beneath an English sky. ”
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Portrait of Mary Jane Holmes Mary Jane Holmes,  Madeline

“ Remembering everything that had passed, but more particularly the incidents of that memorable night ride to Honedale, with all that had followed since, she could not doubt it, and softly to herself she whispered, “He loves me, he loves me,” while little throbs of joy came and went in her heart; but only for an instant, and then the note of joy was changed to sorrow as she thought how she must henceforth seek to kill that love, both for her own sake and for Lucy’s. Guy must not come there any more. She could not bear it now, even if the neighbors had never meddled with her. ”
Source: Gutenberg

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