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Ewell, Martha Lewis Beckwith, 1841-1902

"The Harvest of Years"

"
She shut her eyes and sank back among her pillows, looking tired and
pale--the knowledge that this destroyer of her hopes was so near was,
though looked for and expected, more than she could really bear.
Mrs. Goodwin left the room, motioning to Matthias to follow, and I sat
quietly thinking of what to do, when she opened her eyes and said to me:
"I have written to Mrs. Chadwick, and also to mother, and she will send
mother's letter from Boston. I cannot write to her of this; it would
worry her so; and now, as I can see Wilmur and say to him what I desire,
I shall leave you."
"It will kill you to see him."
"You are mistaken. I know I look frail, but I can endure much, and I do
not love him any more though he was my Mabel's father. I want him to go
to his poor wife and do right if he can. She loves him and is deluded
into believing the strangest things. Robberies and fires and anything
he thinks of are an excuse for not sending her money."
"Oh! he needs hanging," I said.
"No, no, Miss Minot; if he is unfit for our society he certainly would
find nobody to love him there; I am not seeking revenge, though his
punishment is sure enough. In two days more I shall be strong enough to
see him. Oh, I do hope Peter will find him!"
She needed rest, and I said:
"Now it is best for me to go, and when I come again I would like to
bring a beautiful friend."
"Oh, yes," she said, "and do come to-morrow!"
She bade me a reluctant "Good bye," and I told Matthias, I wanted him to
walk home with me.


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