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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.

CHAPTER II
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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