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After the Storm

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And so she had come back to her father's house. In all the hours of

mental anguish which had passed since her departure from Saratoga,

there had been an accusing spirit at her ear, and, resist as she

would, self-condemnation prevailed over attempted

self-justification. The cause of this unhappy rupture was so slight,

the first provocation so insignificant, that she felt the difficulty

of making out her case before her father. As to the world, pride

counseled silence.

With but little concealment or extenuation of her own conduct, Irene

told the story of her disagreement with Hartley.

"And that was all!" exclaimed Mr. (sic) Delancey, in amazement, when

she ended her narrative.

"All, but enough!" she answered, with a resolute manner.

Mr. Delancy arose and walked the floor in silence for more than ten

minutes, during which time Irene neither spoke nor moved.

"Oh, misery!" ejaculated the father, at length, lifting his hands

above his head and then bringing them down with a gesture of

despair.

Irene started up and moved to his side.

"Dear father!" She spoke tenderly, laying her hands upon him; but he

pushed her away, saying-"Wretched girl! you have laid upon my old head a burden of disgrace

and wretchedness that you have no power to remove."

"Father! father!" She clung to him, but he pushed her away. His

manner was like that of one suddenly bereft of reason. She clung

still, but he resolutely tore himself from her, when she fell

exhausted and fainting upon the floor.

Alarm now took the place of other emotions, and Mr. Delancy was

endeavoring to lift the insensible body, when a quick, heavy tread

in the portico caused him to look up, just as Hartley Emerson pushed

open one of the French windows and entered the library. He had a

wild, anxious, half-frightened look. Mr. Delancy let the body fall

from his almost paralyzed arms and staggered to a chair, while

Emerson sprung forward, catching up the fainting form of his young

bride and bearing it to a sofa.

"How long has she been in this way?" asked the young man, in a tone

of agitation.

"She fainted this moment," replied Mr. Delancy.

"How long has she been here?"

"Not half an hour," was answered; and as Mr. Delancy spoke he

reached for the bell and jerked it two or three times violently. The

waiter, startled by the loud, prolonged sound, came hurriedly to the

library.

"Send Margaret here, and then get a horse and ride over swiftly for

Dr. Edmundson. Tell him to come immediately."

The waiter stood for a moment or two, looking in a half-terrified

way upon the white, deathly face of Irene, and then fled from the

apartment. No grass grew beneath his horse's feet as he held him to

his utmost speed for the distance of two miles, which lay between

Ivy Cliff and the doctor's residence.

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