Mary Jane Holmes

Mary Jane Holmes

Maggie Lee! (1881)

Summary

Portrait of Mary Jane Holmes Mary Jane Holmes Maggie Lee! (1881)

For many days he had hovered between life and death, while she, his mother, had hung over him with speechless agony, terrible to behold in one so young, so fair as she. He was her all, the only happiness she knew, for poor Lina Hastings was an unloving wife, who never yet had felt a thrill of joy at the sound of her husband’s voice, and when occasionally his broad hand rested fondly upon her flowing curls, while he whispered in her ear how dear she was to him, his words awoke no answering chord of love.
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Portrait of Mary Jane Holmes Mary Jane Holmes Maggie Lee! (1881)

The footprints in last winter’s snow have passed away just as the light will go out from Maggie’s heart when Graham Thornton shall have told the story he has come with her to tell. With quivering lips and bloodless cheek she listened while he told her indifferently, as if it were a piece of news she had probably heard before, that when the next full moon should shine on Greystone Hall, Helen Deane would be there—his bride!
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Portrait of Mary Jane Holmes Mary Jane Holmes Maggie Lee! (1881)

Much that night they missed their child, and Mabel’s tears fell like rain upon the soft, chestnut curls she had severed from his head, but as she looked upon her husband, now strong again in his resorted manhood, she murmured—‘It was for this that Willie died, and I would not that it should be otherwise.’
Fifteen years have passed away since the day when Lina Hastings breathed that almost impious prayer—‘Send upon me any evil but this,’ and upon the deep blue waters of the Pacific a noble vessel lay becalmed.
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