Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 39: what you’re looking at

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A look of gladness er Emelie Graham's face at this intelligence, and she was thankful to have thé train start just then, hoping that he would not see the flush that arose unbid en to her cheek. But be did see it. He had purposely kept his plans to himself in order that he might learn at that last moment, if possible. whether his society was be- coming irksome, or otherwise, to her. The man's whole heart had gone out to her with all the strength of his matured manhood. She was lovely in person and character, and down in the secret depths of his soul he had resolved to win her for his wife, by and by, when time should have healed the wounds which her recent bereavement had made. The journey to Chicago was but a pleasant supple- meut to the voyage. Emelie Graham was happier, though unconsciously so, than she had been since her great affliction, and Mrs. Gerard took heart of grace as She saw it. believing that her much tried darling would yet come out of the furnace purified and enobled. But as the train peared the great Western city, and the fair woman recognized familiar landmarks, the cloud of grief began to settle over her again. This coming back to find no loved ones awaiting her—the thought, of the loueliness and desolateness reigning in the palatial mansion.on Mec iciee r where onee no thought of death peso miche Soka ath