emotion. "And do you not know me--your own mother!"
"Mother; oh, mother, can it be you?" cried Evelyn, catching the
stranger in her arms and holding her fast with sobs and tears and kisses.
"I had not heard from you for so long, and have been feeling as if I
should never see you again. And oh, how thin and weak you look! You
are sick, mother!" she added in tones of grief and anxiety, as she drew
her into the hall, where by this time the rest of the family--Grandma
Elsie, and Mr. and Mrs. Leland and their children--were gathered.
"Sister Laura! is it possible! Welcome to Fairview," was Mrs. Leland's
greeting, accompanied by a warm embrace.
"Laura! we did not even know you were in America!" Mr. Leland said,
grasping her hand in brotherly fashion. "And how weary and ill you are
looking! Let me help you off with your bonnet and cloak and to a
couch here in the parlour."
"Thank you; yes, I'll be very glad to lie down, for I'm worn out with my
journey and this troublesome cough," she said, struggling with a
renewed paroxysm and gasping for breath. "But my luggage and----"
"We'll attend to all that," he said, half carrying her to the couch where
his wife and her mother were arranging the pillows for her comfort, and
laying her gently down upon it.
"Oh, mother; my poor dear mother!" sighed Evelyn, as she leaned over
her, smoothing her hair with caressing hand, "it breaks my heart to see
you looking so weary and ill. But we will soon nurse you back to health
and strength--uncle and aunt and I."
"I hope so, indeed," Mrs. Leland said in her sweet, gentle tones. "You
have had most unpleasant weather for your journey, Laura, so that it is
not to be wondered at that you are exhausted. You must have some
refreshment at once," and with the last word she hastened away in
search of it.
"And here is something to relieve that dreadful cough," said Mrs.
Travilla, presenting herself with a delicate china cup in her hand.
Evelyn introduced the two ladies, and her mother, being assured that
the cup contained nothing unpleasant to the taste, quickly swallowed its
contents, then lay back quietly upon her pillows, still keeping fast hold
of her daughter's hand, while Grandma Elsie, giving the cup to a
servant to carry away, resumed her easy chair on the farther side of the
room--near enough to be ready to render assistance should it be needed,
yet not so near as to interfere with any private talk between the long
separated mother and daughter--and her grandchildren again gathered
about her. But they seemed awed into silence by the presence of the
stranger invalid, whom they gazed upon with pitying curiosity, while
her attention seemed equally occupied with them.
"Your uncle's children?" she asked of Evelyn in a tone scarcely louder
than a whisper.
"Yes, mamma. Edward, the eldest, you saw when he was a mere baby
boy. Eric, the next, is papa's namesake. The eldest of the little girls--she
is in her fifth year--is Elsie Alicia, named for her two grandmothers; we
call her Alie. And the youngest--that two-year-old darling--we call Vi.
She is named for her aunt, Mrs. Raymond."
"And Mrs. Travilla lives here with her daughter?"
"No; she is paying a visit of a few days, as she often does since her
daughter-in-law, Aunt Zoe, has undertaken the most of the
housekeeping at Ion."
"She certainly looks very young to be mother and grandmother to so
many," sighed the invalid, catching sight of her own sallow,
prematurely wrinkled face reflected in a large mirror on the opposite
side of the room. "But she has had an easy life, surrounded by kind,
affectionate, sympathising friends, while I--miserable woman that I
am--have been worried, brow-beaten, robbed, till nothing is left me but
ill-health and grinding poverty."
"Mother, mother dear, don't talk so while I am left you and have
enough to keep us both, with care and economy," entreated Evelyn in a
voice half choked with sobs. "It will be joy to me to share with you and
do all I can to make your last days comfortable and happy."
"Then you haven't lost all your love for your mother in our years of
separation?"
"No, no indeed!" answered Evelyn earnestly. But there the conversation
ended for the time, Mrs. Leland returning with the promised
refreshment. It seemed to give some strength to the invalid, and after
taking it she was, by her own request, assisted to her room, an
apartment opening into that of her daughter, with whose good help she
was soon made ready for her bed, the most comfortable she had lain
upon for weeks or months, she remarked,
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