Anne Beale

Simplicity and Fascination, Or, Guardians and Wards Anne Beale

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1855 Excerpt: ...it must be like heaven?" Here Pynsent came. "Here is Uncle Pynsent, my love," said Jessie. The child smiled. Pynsent felt her pulse, and looked steadfastly into her eyes. "You had better call Anna," he said; "she is sinking. I will get her something to take, but this cannot last." "Where is Uncle Nelson?" asked the sufferer. "I will bring him," replied Pynsent gently. He went into the drawing-room, where Anna was asleep on the sofa. "Anna," he said, gently awaking her, "I am afraid your little one is worse. She has just awoke, and perhaps you had better go to her. It seems a great mercy that she should be permitted to come here, does it not, my dear sister?" "I know--I know what you mean!" shrieked Anna; "she is dying--she cannot be saved!" "Hush, Anna! All depends on her being kept quiet, and having no excitement." Anna threw herself for a moment on her brother's neck. "Oh, Pynsent, pity me! I am so wretched--so wretched! Lonely, lonely, heart-broken!" Pynsent embraced her tenderly. "My own Anna, my dear sister," he said lovingly, "remember you have brothers and a sister and a beautiful child still left you. For all our sakes try to compose yourself." "Mamma, my own Mamma!" was heard through the folding doors. Little Anna had heard her mother weep. Anna went to her, and Pynsent went downstairs, whence he returned with a soothing-draught, and accompanied by Nelson. Jessie had been giving little Anna food, and was seated on the bed, supporting her in her arms. Anna was kneeling on the other side. "Uncle," said the child to Nelson, "I have got Aunt Jessie, and I shall go to heaven from Fairfield. Will ...