Creative Writing: Her Father: What, That Hateful Old Squire Hayford?

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Her father! what, that hateful old Squire Hayford?’ ‘Yes, my child. Providence brought him to her threshold at the critical moment. When I called for the chaise, I went in. I saw she was dying. Randolph was bathing her head with camphor, and his tears dropped on the pillow like rain. Her father stood a little way from the bed. He looked pale and his lip quivered. Ah, Fanny, my child, death takes hold of the heart that nothing else will reach. When Mrs. Gordon heard my step she looked up at me and said, “I believe I am dying; pray with me once more Doctor Atwood; pray that my father may forgive- that- he- may-“ here her voice faltered, but she looked at Randolph, and I understood her, and went to prayer. ‘But, father, what did Squire Hayford do? you know he swore a horrid oath last independence that he would never hear “Parson Fed pray again.” ’ …show more content…

The Lord assisted me, my child; words came to me faster than I could utter them; thoughts, but not my thoughts; words, but not of my choosing, for their pierced even my own heart. When I had done, Squire Hayford came in, walked straight to the bed, and said, “Mary, I forgive you; I wish your troubles may be all at an end, but I am not answerable for your past sufferings; I told you what you must expect when you married that southern beggar.”

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