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20 THE TWO VICTORIES.<br />
And thus he fed <strong>the</strong> sense <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> wrong he fancied he had<br />
sustained never thinking f<strong>or</strong> a moment that it was I<br />
who stood most in need <strong>of</strong> panlou and f<strong>or</strong>giveness never f<strong>or</strong><br />
a moment thinking <strong>of</strong> his boy with feelings <strong>of</strong> f<strong>or</strong>giveness and<br />
reconciliation, except in union with that submission to his will<br />
and that rejection <strong>of</strong> his adopted religion which he knew in his<br />
lu 'art that Edwin would never make.<br />
<strong>The</strong>re was in his study, hanging over <strong>the</strong> fireplace, a large<br />
full-length p<strong>or</strong>trait <strong>of</strong> Edwin taken when he was about fifteen<br />
years<br />
i ~i age. He would sit f<strong>or</strong> hours, almost unconsciously<br />
gazing upon it, and phmged into <strong>the</strong> deepest and most bitter<br />
thought. About a month aftr-r Edwin had gone to college, and<br />
when his bitter feelings were keenest, he had come home from<br />
<strong>the</strong> city one day m<strong>or</strong>e irritated and passionate than usual.<br />
Walking straight to his room, he locked himself<br />
in, nud throwing himself upon a chair, Ms eyes<br />
rested as usual upon <strong>the</strong> picture. He sat thus f<strong>or</strong> nearly an<br />
hour, and whe<strong>the</strong>r it were that his good angel was at w<strong>or</strong>k trying<br />
to s<strong>of</strong>ten <strong>the</strong> proud heart, <strong>or</strong> whe<strong>the</strong>r <strong>the</strong> remembrance <strong>of</strong><br />
bygone days was flitting round him with a chastening influence,<br />
we know not but <strong>the</strong> tears ; began to flow quickly down his<br />
pale cheek as he sat with his head resting upon his hand. Sud-<br />
denly coming to himself, he started to his feet, and stood f<strong>or</strong> a<br />
moment with clenched hands and contracted brow <strong>the</strong>n ; pulling<br />
<strong>the</strong> bell violently, as <strong>the</strong> old butler hurriedly entered <strong>the</strong><br />
room, he said, pointing with his hand to <strong>the</strong> picture, but with<br />
averted face "Johnson, take that that thing away; and<br />
mind that I never see it again. No," he muttered, pacing<br />
backwards and f<strong>or</strong>wards with hasty steps, " I will never f<strong>or</strong>-<br />
give him never never never." And <strong>the</strong>n he satdownagain,<br />
looking f<strong>or</strong> awhile upon <strong>the</strong> blank space where <strong>the</strong> picture had<br />
been, till he turned away and hid his head upon his desk, and<br />
wept f<strong>or</strong> his po<strong>or</strong> empty heart wept in <strong>the</strong> stillness and dark-<br />
ness <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> night, even f<strong>or</strong> his lost, lost boy.<br />
He received several letters from Edwin, who wrote to him in<br />
a most affectionate manner, begging his pardon if he had shown<br />
any want <strong>of</strong> due respect and deference towards him, candidly<br />
telling him, that were <strong>the</strong> step to be taken again a thousand<br />
times, he would feel equally bound to take it and when he<br />
came to this part, Mr. Stanhope cast <strong>the</strong> letters passionately<br />
away from him but that, in <strong>the</strong> manner <strong>of</strong> taking it, <strong>the</strong>re<br />
was, perhaps, something to beg pardon f<strong>or</strong>, asking him to remember<br />
<strong>the</strong> days gone by and all <strong>the</strong>ir f<strong>or</strong>mer love, telling him<br />
how happy he was, and that <strong>the</strong> only thing needed to render<br />
his happiness complete was his fa<strong>the</strong>r's f<strong>or</strong>giveness, assuring<br />
him that, whatever might happen, <strong>or</strong> wherever he might be, he<br />
could never f<strong>or</strong>get his duty and love toward his dear fa<strong>the</strong>r and<br />
his sister.<br />
<strong>The</strong>se letters were never answered, but were always returned<br />
Seymour, who had spoken to him very freely on <strong>the</strong> subject <strong>of</strong><br />
his son. Whilst <strong>the</strong> warm-hearted old man was in <strong>the</strong> middle<br />
<strong>of</strong> an eloquent, because warm and honest, expostulation with<br />
him, Mr. Stanhope interrupted him, coldly saying : "When<br />
I require your advice on <strong>the</strong> management <strong>of</strong> my domestic af-<br />
fairs, sir, I will ask you f<strong>or</strong> it. Till <strong>the</strong>n I will trouble you,<br />
sir, to keep it to yourself." And, turning on his heel, he stalked<br />
proudly and haughtily away. He transacted his business<br />
as usual; he frequented <strong>the</strong> <strong>church</strong> as usual; he was in <strong>the</strong><br />
w<strong>or</strong>ld almost as much as usual, and casual observers remarked<br />
but little change in him, and wondered to Bee him bear his<br />
troubles so well. But, in <strong>the</strong> midst <strong>of</strong> his business, at ehii'rli,<br />
<strong>or</strong> in <strong>the</strong> w<strong>or</strong>ld, <strong>the</strong>re were moments when, although a shadow<br />
that was dark and very gloomy flitted over his countenance,<br />
etill <strong>the</strong> face grew less stern and haughty, and his pride seemed<br />
to be giving way, moments when he looked so w<strong>or</strong>n and weary,<br />
that in very truth it rent <strong>the</strong> heart to see him, many, many<br />
moments when that old look came over him, telling in an instant<br />
its tale <strong>of</strong> grief and pain, telling, although he flattered<br />
himself that lie had conquered, <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> bitter, crushing price <strong>of</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong> vict<strong>or</strong>y he had gained.<br />
CHAPTEB XVH.<br />
THE SHADOWS THICKEN. OLD JOHNSON CAN*T HELP IT, AND<br />
DOESN'T WANT TO HELP rr.<br />
One m<strong>or</strong>ning, towards <strong>the</strong> middle <strong>of</strong> September, Fa<strong>the</strong>r<br />
Eustace, who had become very uneasy at not having heard from<br />
Edwin f<strong>or</strong> several weeks past, received a letter from <strong>the</strong> Superi<strong>or</strong><br />
<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> College, inf<strong>or</strong>ming him that his young friend was<br />
very unwell, and begging him to run down as soon as possible<br />
to see him.<br />
Fa<strong>the</strong>r Eustace turned very pale as he read, and when he<br />
had finished <strong>the</strong> letter, he put it aside with a very sad and<br />
troubled air, and covering his face with his hands, remained<br />
some time buried in s<strong>or</strong>rowful and f<strong>or</strong>eboding thought. He<br />
had long felt that it would be so, and somehow he was not at<br />
all astonished at receiving this news ; but f<strong>or</strong> a moment he was<br />
crushed. He ga<strong>the</strong>red from <strong>the</strong> letter that Edwin had about<br />
a month bef<strong>or</strong>e caught a very severe cold ; that it had baffled<br />
all <strong>the</strong> skill <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> physician, and seemed to have settled upon<br />
<strong>the</strong> lungs <strong>of</strong> its victim, who was in a very weak and debilitated<br />
state. Edwin's courage at <strong>the</strong> time <strong>of</strong> his conversion, and his<br />
gentle and affectionate demean<strong>or</strong> during <strong>the</strong>ir subsequent in.<br />
tercourse, had so endeared him to <strong>the</strong> good old priest, that he<br />
felt this illness <strong>of</strong> his dear young friend m<strong>or</strong>e keenly than even<br />
he himself liked to admit. He was resigned to <strong>the</strong> will <strong>of</strong> God.<br />
but he felt that it would be a very heavy blow to him, should<br />
<strong>the</strong> Good Shepherd take <strong>the</strong> innocent boy f<strong>or</strong> ever to Himself.<br />
He felt that <strong>the</strong>re would be one tie m<strong>or</strong>e, and that, perhaps,<br />
<strong>the</strong> strongest, loosed between himself and <strong>the</strong> w<strong>or</strong>ld and al-<br />
;<br />
though he felt, and felt most surely, that his own loss would<br />
be <strong>the</strong> eternal gain <strong>of</strong> his young friend, still it would be a loss<br />
to him, and nature shrunk and trembled as she contemplated<br />
it.<br />
He sat down to his desk with a moist eye and an aching<br />
heart, and wrote a few lines to Maria, breaking <strong>the</strong> sad news to<br />
her, but speaking <strong>of</strong> it as lightly as possible, and describing it<br />
as probably a mere passing illness from which he might soon<br />
recover. Fa<strong>the</strong>r Eustace had a sad presentiment that it would<br />
not be so, and he feared that he was hoping against hope. He<br />
started at once f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> college, and as soon as he saw Edwin<br />
to Edwin with a f<strong>or</strong>mal note from one <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> clerks, intimating<br />
that he wrote, by Mr. Stanhope's <strong>or</strong>ders, to Mr. Edwin Stanhope,<br />
to inf<strong>or</strong>m him that Mr. Stanhope had no desire to enter<br />
into any c<strong>or</strong>respondence with him, and begged not to be troubled<br />
with any m<strong>or</strong>e letters.<br />
And so he went his way, nursing his his w<strong>or</strong>st fears were realized. Edwin was up and dressed, reclining<br />
upon<br />
pride, even whilst it<br />
steeled his heart against his own son. He was kind, as usual,<br />
to his daughter, but would never allow her to introduce <strong>the</strong><br />
mention <strong>of</strong> her bro<strong>the</strong>r's name. He had quarrelled with Mr.<br />
a couch, and as Fa<strong>the</strong>r Eustace hurriedly entered,<br />
he stretched out both his hands, with <strong>the</strong> same gentle, innocent<br />
smile upon his face that Fa<strong>the</strong>r Eustace had so <strong>of</strong>ten seen bef<strong>or</strong>e,<br />
and putting his arms around <strong>the</strong> old man's neck, kissed<br />
him upon both cheeks, and <strong>the</strong>n laid his head upon that breast<br />
which had once bef<strong>or</strong>e pillowed it so gently and so lovingly,<br />
and burst into tears. Fa<strong>the</strong>r Eustace looked f<strong>or</strong> a moment<br />
upon <strong>the</strong> eye, at once so sunken and. so bright. He saw <strong>the</strong><br />
flush upon <strong>the</strong> drawn and hollow cheek. He saw <strong>the</strong> blue veins<br />
in all <strong>the</strong>ir painful distinctness upon <strong>the</strong> broad and white brow,<br />
and in <strong>the</strong> po<strong>or</strong> shrunken hands. He listened with all <strong>the</strong><br />
quickened perceptions <strong>of</strong> love to <strong>the</strong> slow, heavy breathing,<br />
and he saw at a glance that his child was <strong>the</strong> victim <strong>of</strong> that<br />
dread and treacherous disease, which, seizing as it ever does,<br />
upon <strong>the</strong> fairest, purest children <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> earth, snatches <strong>the</strong>m<br />
away from us, even <strong>the</strong>n when it has so refined and purified <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
grosser part that we can least aff<strong>or</strong>d to lose <strong>the</strong>m ; snatches<br />
<strong>the</strong>m away from us after it has made <strong>the</strong>m most augel-lik<br />
heavenly, and whilst we would gladly lay down our own lives<br />
<strong>the</strong>m with (i us, laughs at our impotent eff<strong>or</strong>ts to cheat<br />
it <strong>of</strong> its prey snatches <strong>the</strong>m from us when <strong>the</strong> ;<br />
eye is bright-<br />
est and <strong>the</strong> cheek most rosy leaving us, when all is over, but<br />
a po<strong>or</strong>, wasted, shrunken f<strong>or</strong>m, as fuir, but as fleeting and as