He was my senior by two years , and was a quiet , reserved sort of fellow -- not at all demonstrative , but with very strong and deep affections . `` When he left college he became engaged to Dorothy Chester . She was very beautiful , and my brother idolized her . She died a short time before the date set for their marriage , and Charles never recovered from the blow . `` I married Dorothy 's sister , Virginia . Virginia did not in the least resemble her sister , but our eldest daughter was strikingly like her dead aunt . We called her Dorothy , and Charles was devoted to her . Dolly , as we called her , was always ` Uncle Charley 's girl . ' `` When Dolly was twelve years old Charles went to New Orleans on business , and while there took yellow fever and died . He was buried there , and Dolly half broke her childish heart over his death . `` One day , five years later , when Dolly was seventeen , I was writing letters in my library . That very morning my wife and Dolly had gone to New York en route for Europe . Dolly was going to school in Paris for a year . Business prevented my accompanying them even as far as New York , but Gilbert Chester , my wife 's brother , was going with them . They were to sail on the Aragon the next morning . `` I had written steadily for about an hour . At last , growing tired , I threw down my pen and , leaning back in my chair , was on the point of lighting a cigar when an unaccountable impulse made me turn round . I dropped my cigar and sprang to my feet in amazement . There was only one door in the room and I had all along been facing it . I could have sworn nobody had entered , yet there , standing between me and the bookcase , was a man -- and that man was my brother Charles !
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