His reply put
all my fears to flight.
"I am glad, Clara," said my uncle, "to see that you respect the wishes
of your deceased mother. Our dwelling is large, and we can surely find
room for Aunt Patience. I will go for her myself, as I am at leisure,
and would enjoy the journey."
With a light heart, I wrote to Aunt Patience, informing her of our
intentions; and a few days later, my uncle set out on his journey to
Massachusetts. When he returned, accompanied by my aged relative, tears
mingled with my welcome, so vividly was my mother recalled to my mind by
the meeting.
CHAPTER XXIII.
A PLEASING INCIDENT.
Again it is the twentieth of May; and, this day five years ago, was my
wedding-day. Two years since, and the fountain of a new love was stirred
in my heart, namely, the love of a mother for her first-born son. One
year since, I was called to stand by the dying-bed of Aunt Patience. Her
end was peace; and her earthly remains rest beside those of my mother.
My uncle still lives with us, a hale and vigorous old man, over seventy
years of age. The parents of Willie still reside in the city. Birdie and
Lewis are both at home. Lewis assists his father in their business,
which has again become very prosperous.
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