Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 23: what you’re looking at

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I love you. mother,” he said, softly. Tears started to the beautiful woman's eyes. : “What a dear boy!’ she said; but, Charlie, promise me that you will never be a sailor—do not even think of sucha thing. I want you to be a physician, like your father.” “T can’t help thinking about it, inamma, for I love the ocean so, and I don’t believe I should like to be a doctor.” Mrs. Harwood sighed as she smoothed the bright chestnut hair away from his broad forehead, kissed him fondly, and, bidding him good-night, let him go. The moment the door closed after him she bowed her face upon her hands and gave way-to nervous weeping. There was a painful silence in the room for several minutes, while the storm seemed to increase with- out, and beat with redoubled fury upon the window- panes. At length the weeper raised her head. “It is ten years ago, Henry, but the anniversary always brings back that terrible night with its fear- ful experiences. I liveit allover again. I see those mountain waves, L hear the howling wind and the shrieks of those terrified human beings, and then— that one wave more cruel than all the rest—that shock that left me childless! Oh! Henry! even now I cannot bear it!” | Sir Henry arose, and, going to his wife’s side, knelt | upon the floor and gathered her fondly into his arms, | while his face was pale aud his brow contracted with pain. “Ada, try to couquer this spirit of rebellion, I can- not bear to. see you grieve thus every time this an- niversary returns,” he said, tremulously Sinicheokercon that my own heartis still very sore over tlie 1088 0