Frozen Heart . Elizabeth Rudnick

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in a certain languor and weariness in all his movements.

      Bee in the midst of her multifarious cares did not forget his interests; she took pains to have his favorite dishes appear on the table in order to tempt him to take food. But, observing that he still ate little or nothing, while he daily lost flesh, she took an opportunity of saying to him in the library:

      "Ishmael, you know I am a right good little doctress; I have had so much experience in nursing father and mother and the children; so I know what I am talking about, when I tell you that you need a tonic."

      "Oh, Bee! if you did but really know, little sister!"

      "I do know, Ishmael, I know it all!" she said gently.

      "'Out of the heart are the issues of life!' Bee, mine has received a paralyzing blow."

      "I know it, dear Ishmael; I know it; but let your great mind sustain that stricken heart until it recovers the blow. And in the meantime try to get up your strength. You must have more food and more rest, and in order to secure them you must take a tonic in the morning to give you an appetite, and a sedative at night to give you sleep. That was the way we saved mamma after little Mary died, or, indeed, I think she would have followed her."

      Ishmael smiled a very wan smile as he answered:

      "Indeed, I am ashamed of this utter weakness, Bee."

      "Why should you be? Has Providence given you any immunity from the common lot? We must take our human nature as it is given to us and do the best we can with it, I think."

      "What a wise little woman you are, Bee."

      "That's because I have got a good memory. The wisdom was second- handed, Ishmael, being just what I heard you yourself say when you were defending Featherstonehaugh:

      "'There's nothing original in me

       Excepting original sin.'"

      Ishmael smiled.

      "And, now, will you follow my advice?"

      "To the letter, dear Bee, whenever you are so good as to advise me. Ah, Bee, you seem to comprise in yourself all that that I have missed of family affection, and to compensate me for the unknown love of her mother, sister, friend."

      "Do I, Ishmael? Oh, I wish that I really did!" said Bee, impulsively; and then she blushed deeply at suddenly apprehending the construction that might he put upon her words.

      But Ishmael answered those words in the spirit in which they were uttered:

      "Believe me, dearest Bee, you do. If I never feel the want of home affections it is because I have them all in you. My heart finds rest in you, Bee. But oh, little sister, what can I ever render to you for all the good you have done me from my childhood up?"

      "Render yourself good and wise and great, Ishmael, and I shall be sufficiently happy in watching your upward progress," said Bee.

      And quietly putting down on the table a bunch of grapes that she had brought, she withdrew from the office.

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      HERMAN AND ISHMAEL.

      With a deep groan he cried—"Oh, gifted one,

       I am thy father! Hate me not, my son!"

      —Anon.

      Nor are my mother's wrongs forgot;

       Her slighted love and ruined name,

       Her offspring's heritage of shame,

       Shall witness for thee from the dead

       How trusty and how tender were

       Thy youthful love—paternal care!

      —Byron.

      Her exit was almost immediately followed by the entrance of Mr. Brudenell. He also had noticed Ishmael's condition, and attributed it to overwork, and to the want of rest, with change of air. He was preparing to leave Washington for Brudenell Hall. He was going a few days in advance of Judge Merlin and the Middletons, and he intended to invite Ishmael to accompany him, or to come after him, and make a visit to Brudenell. He earnestly desired to have Ishmael there to himself for a week or two. It was with this desire that he now entered the library.

      Ishmael arose from his packing, and, smiling a welcome, set a chair for his visitor.

      "You are not looking well, Mr. Worth," said Herman Brudenell, as he took the offered seat.

      "I am not well just at present, but I shall be so in a day or two," returned Ishmael.

      "Not if you continue the course you are pursuing now, my young friend. You require rest and change of air. I shall leave Washington for Brudenell Hall on Thursday morning. It would give me great pleasure if you would accompany me thither, and remain my guest for a few weeks, to recruit your health. The place is noted for its salubrity; and though the house has been dismantled, and has remained vacant for some time, yet I hope we will find it fitted up comfortably again; for I have written down to an upholsterer of Baymouth to send in some furniture, and I have also written to a certain genius of all trades, called the 'professor,' to go over and see it all arranged, and do what else is needed to be done for our reception."

      Ishmael smiled when he heard the name of the professor; but before he could make any comment, Mr. Brudenell inquired:

      "What do you say, Mr. Worth? Will you accompany me thither, or will you come after me?"

      "I thank you very much, Mr. Brudenell. I should like to visit

       Brudenell Hall; but—"

      "Then you will come? I am very glad! I shall be alone there with my servants, you know, and your society will be a god-send to me. Had you not better go down at once when I do? I go by land, in a hired carriage. The carriage is very comfortable; and we can make the journey in two days, and lay by during the heat of both days. I think the trip will be pleasant. We can reach Brudenell Hall on Friday night, and have a good rest before Sunday, when we can go to the old country church, where you will be likely to meet the faces of some of your old friends. I think we shall be very comfortable, keeping bachelor-hall together at Brudenell Hall this summer, Mr. Worth," said Herman Brudenell, who longed more than tongue could tell to have Nora's son at home with him, though it might be only for a short time.

      "I feel your kindness very much indeed, Mr. Brudenell; and I should be very, very happy to accept your hospitable invitation; but—I was about to say, it really is quite impossible in the existing state of my business for me to go anywhere at present," said Ishmael courteously.

      "Indeed? I am very sorry for that. But the reasons you give are unanswerable, I know. I am seriously disappointed. Yet I trust, though you may not be able to come just at present, you will follow me down there after a little while—say in the course of a few days or weeks—for I shall remain at the hall all summer and shall be always delighted to receive you. Will you promise to come?"

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