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Cousin Maude

Chapter 6 THE MOTHER.

Word Count: 1123    |    Released on: 29/11/2017

oliage, softly, slowly, as if weeping for the sorrow which has come upon the household. Matty Kennedy is dead; and in the husband's heart there is a gnawing pain, such as he never felt before; n

ay in the silent parlor, on the marble table she had brought from home, while he-oh, who shal

e in her blue eyes,-so long had they, rested on the rose-bush within the window,-the rose-bush brought from Harry's grave! Nestled among its leaves was a h

Louis, who, trembling with fear, had hidden beneath the bedclothes, so that he could not see the white look upon her fac

l love my poor, crippled boy! Promise me this, and death will not be ha

d bending low, he said,

u for that," was Matty's dying w

, while in little Louis' bosom there was a sense of desolation which kept him wakeful, even after Maude had cried herself to sleep. Many a time that day had he stolen into the parlor, and climbing into a

awake, thinking how dreadful it was to have no mother, his thoughts turned toward

aternal sympathy natural to the motherless, he crept out of bed, and groping his wa

Dr. Kennedy, every nerve

parlor. Oh, father, won't you love me a little, now mother's dead? I can't help it because I'm lam

he could not; and opening the door he took the little fellow in his arms, hugging him to his bosom, while tears, the first he had shed for many a year, fell like rain upon the face of his crippled boy. Like some mighty water, which breaking through its prison walls seeks again its natural channel, so did his lo

f the whispered words of Louis had reached her unconscious ear. Very beautiful looked Matty in her coffin-for thirty years had but sligh

Twas kind in Mrs. Blodgett to place it there, for Matty was fond of flowers;" but he di

Harry Remington meeting together at Matty'

for one whom she had really loved. To the doctor, however, a new feeling had been born, and in the society of his son he found a balm for his sorrow, becoming ere long, to all outward appearance, the same exactin

ill pass on to a period when Maude herself sh

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