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When Sir Horace Mortimer went into the cottage, he had hardly shaken
hands than he asked Helen her mother's maiden name.
"Brereton," she replied.
"Brereton?" said he "not Anna Brereton, for she married a Lieutenant
Bateson; am I wrong then, after all?"
"Papa changed his name," said Helen, "on receiving some, property,
which we afterwards found he had no claim to."
"Then, my beloved girl, in me you behold your uncle William. You have
heard your mother speak of me."
"Oh, yes, frequently! she always said, had you been at home, you would
have brought about a reconciliation with grand-papa."
"Do you ever see or hear of your Aunt Elinor; she was engaged when I
went away, to a Mr. Selwyn, and it was thought to be a good match."
Helen told him she had received two letters from Mrs. Selwyn.
"Which two letters I must see, for I suspect she has slighted you. As
to you, my dear Mrs. Cameron, what can I ever say to you and your
worthy brother, or the kind Mrs. Sherman, I meant to have had the
Doctor with me; but just as we were leaving his door, he was called
away to somebody taken suddenly ill. Helen, there is your mother's
portrait, which was taken for me, but I sailed before it was
completed. I gave the order myself and a pattern; Sherman received it
last night, and this led to my discovering you. Though I was much
struck when I first saw you, by your strong likeness, to your mother,
I never expected, to see any of you."
"But why, dearest uncle have we heard, nothing of you for so long a
time?"
"That my child is a long story, which time will not allow me to go
into now: you shall have it some of these days; as I see George
coming, whom I desired to follow me here, as I recommended him to
consult you about his proposing to Miss Falkner."
"Me!" said Helen, "consult _me_?" and she colored deeply.
"Why not, you are second or third cousins; and he has a great opinion
of your judgement."
"Well sir," said the Baronet to Mr. Mortimer, as he entered, "the hour
has not yet expired: however you have given me time to tell Helen, how
nearly she and I are related, for her mother was my own sister!"
"Is it possible!" cried the astonished George.
"Yes, and I told her you were coming to consult her upon several
matters." As he spoke this, he stole his hat and slipped off giving a
significant look at Mrs. Cameron, who followed the old gentleman to
the garden, and there learnt what he had gleaned from George
Mortimer's letter, to Mr. Emmerson, viz., that he was much attached to
Helen--and added he had no doubt but they should soon have a job for
Mr. Montgomery, to marry them.
"At any rate we must have him here."
The remainder of my tale, is soon told, viz.: that Helen and Mortimer,
were united, and Mrs. Falkner, insisted on removing to a place where
she would be more likely to settle her girls. Sir Horace bought the
villa which still retained its name.
IDLE WORDS.
"My God!" the beauty oft exclaimed,
In deep impassioned tone;
But not in humble prayer, she named
The High and Holy One;
'Twas not upon the bended knee,
With soul upraised to Heaven,
Pleading with heartfelt agony,
That she might be forgiven.
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