A Fair Mystery The Story of a Coquette
Bertha M. Clay
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(, Jan. 29, 2013)
"Hush! For the love of mercy, hush, I cannot bear it!"But that which called forth this protest was only the lisping prayer of a little child at its mother's knee.Patty Brace lifted the white-robed figure to her lap, and rested the brown head on her bosom."Mark!" she said, in mild remonstrance, looking at her husband."I say I cannot bear it. You have her pray, 'God bless my home.' It is too much.""But why not? On this wild, stormy night, when other little ones may be out in the dashing rain and moaning wind, is it not right to pray, 'God bless our home?'""But how long will we have a home, Patty? Think of to-morrow! oh, Heaven help me to-morrow! Ruined, disgraced, going out from the home where I was born, and forced into exile. I cannot bear it. We shall never have a home again, and our child will grow up homeless!""Dear Mark, you cannot go out disgraced when you have done no wrong; and homeless you will not be, for home is where the heart is, and in any land we three will be together, and Heaven over all.""I cannot feel as you do, Patty. I am not gentle and good as you. I blame myself that by going security for that smooth-tongued rascal, whom may a curse——""Hush!" said Patty, with sudden authority. "Mark, you shall not curse friend, neighbor, nor enemy. It is not your nature; it is wrong. If you curse any one how can you look to have prayer answered?"......