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See + <a href="http://digital.library.villanova.edu/Item/vudl:322376"> + http://digital.library.villanova.edu/Item/vudl:322376</a><br /> + <br /> + Click on the book cover image to see an enlarged version. + </td> + </tr> +</table> +<p> </p> +<hr class="full" /> +<p> </p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 392px;"> +<a href="images/coverlarge.jpg"><img src="images/cover.jpg" width="392" height="600" alt="Cover" /></a> +</div> + +<hr class="chap" /> + + + +<h2>CONTENTS</h2> + +<p class="center"> + +<a href="#CHAPTER_I">CHAPTER I.</a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_II">CHAPTER II.</a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_III">CHAPTER III.</a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_IV">CHAPTER IV.</a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_V">CHAPTER V.</a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_VI">CHAPTER VI.</a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_VII">CHAPTER VII.</a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_VIII">CHAPTER VIII.</a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_IX">CHAPTER IX.</a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_X">CHAPTER X.</a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_XI">CHAPTER XI.</a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_XII">CHAPTER XII.</a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_XIII">CHAPTER XIII.</a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_XIV">CHAPTER XIV.</a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_XV">CHAPTER XV.</a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_XVI">CHAPTER XVI.</a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_XVII">CHAPTER XVII.</a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_XVIII">CHAPTER XVIII.</a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_XIX">CHAPTER XIX.</a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_XX">CHAPTER XX.</a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_XXI">CHAPTER XXI.</a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_XXII">CHAPTER XXII.</a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_XXIII">CHAPTER XXIII.</a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_XXIV">CHAPTER XXIV.</a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_XXV">CHAPTER XXV.</a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_XXVI">CHAPTER XXVI.</a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_XXVII">CHAPTER XXVII.</a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_XXVIII">CHAPTER XXVIII.</a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_XXIX">CHAPTER XXIX.</a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_XXX">CHAPTER XXX.</a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_XXXI">CHAPTER XXXI.</a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_XXXII">CHAPTER XXXII.</a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_XXXIII">CHAPTER XXXIII.</a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_XXXIV">CHAPTER XXXIV.</a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_XXXV">CHAPTER XXXV.</a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_XXXVI">CHAPTER XXXVI.</a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_XXXVII">CHAPTER XXXVII.</a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_XXXVIII">CHAPTER XXXVIII.</a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_XXXIX">CHAPTER XXXIX.</a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_XL">CHAPTER XL.</a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_XLI">CHAPTER XLI.</a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_XLII">CHAPTER XLII.</a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_XLIII">CHAPTER XLIII.</a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_XLIV">CHAPTER XLIV.</a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_XLV">CHAPTER XLV.</a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_XLVI">CHAPTER XLVI.</a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_XLVII">CHAPTER XLVII.</a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_XLVIII">CHAPTER XLVIII.</a><br /> +<a href="#CHAPTER_XLIX">CHAPTER XLIX.</a><br /> + +</p> +<hr class="chap" /> + + + + +<h1>Little Golden's Daughter</h1> +<p class="p4 small center">OR</p> +<p class="p2 large center">The Dream of a Life Time</p> +<p class="p6 tiny center">BY</p> +<p class="medium center">MRS. ALEX. McVEIGH MILLER</p> +<p class="tiny center">AUTHOR OF</p> +<p class="center">"Little Coquette Bonnie," "The Senator's Bride," "Brunette and<br /> +Blonde," etc.</p> +<p class="p6 center">NEW YORK<br /> +<span class="medium">THE AMERICAN NEWS COMPANY</span><br /> +<span class="small">PUBLISHERS' AGENTS</span><br /> +39-41 CHAMBERS STREET<br /> +</p> +<hr class="chap" /> + + + + +<p class="center"> +Copyright, 1883,<br /> +NORMAN L. MUNRO.</p> +<hr class="r5" /> +<p class="center"> +Copyright 1901,<br /> +By STREET & SMITH</p> +<hr class="r5" /> +<p class="center"> +Little Golden's Daughter</p> +<hr class="chap" /> + + + + +<h2><a name="LITTLE_GOLDENS_DAUGHTER" id="LITTLE_GOLDENS_DAUGHTER">LITTLE GOLDEN'S DAUGHTER;</a></h2> + +<p class="center">OR,</p> + +<p class="center large"><i>The Dream of Her Life-Time</i>.</p> + +<hr class="r5" /> + +<p class="center medium">By MRS. ALEX. McVEIGH MILLER.</p> + +<hr class="r5" /> + + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_I" id="CHAPTER_I">CHAPTER I.</a></h2> + + +<p>Beautiful Golden Glenalvan stood by the willow-bordered lake +and looked into its azure depths with a dreamy light in her pansy-blue +eyes.</p> + +<p>She had been singing as she danced along the sunny path, but +the sweet song died on the coral lips as she came to the little lake +with its green fringe of willows and the white lilies sleeping on +its breast.</p> + +<p>The wind as it sighed through the trees, and the low, soft ripple +of the water, always sounded sad to Golden.</p> + +<p>It seemed to her vivid fancy that the wind and the waves were +trying to tell her some sad story in a language she could not understand.</p> + +<p>She was unconsciously saddened whenever she came to its +banks and listened to the low, soft murmur.</p> + +<p>It had a tragic story to tell her, indeed, but its language was +too mysterious for her to understand. Some day she would +know.</p> + +<p>The afternoon sunshine threw the long, slanting shadows of +old Glenalvan Hall far across the level greensward almost to the +border of the lake.</p> + +<p>It had once been a fine and stately mansion, picturesque and +pretentious, with many peaks and gables and oriel windows. But +its ancient glory had long departed.</p> + +<p>It seemed little more than a picturesque, ivy-covered ruin now. +But there still remained in one wing a few habitable apartments +that were fine and large, and lofty.</p> + +<p>Here the last of the Glenalvans—once a proud and wealthy race—dwelt +in respectable, shabby-genteel poverty.</p> + +<p>But poverty did not seem to have hurt lovely little Golden +Glenalvan.</p> + +<p>She had a wealth of beauty, and a happy heart that made her +seem like a gleam of sunshine in the home she brightened. She +was a careless, willful child not yet sixteen.</p> + +<p>The plain, simple, blue gingham dress was worn quite short,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[Pg 2]</a></span> +yet, the beautiful, golden tresses fell to her waist in long, loose, +childish ringlets.</p> + +<p>Free and careless as the birds, she roamed at will through the +wild, neglected park and the green woods that lay around her +ancestral home.</p> + +<p>The dwellers in Glenalvan Hall were divided into two families. +In the best and most habitable part, John Glenalvan lived with +his wife and family, consisting of two daughters and a son. In +a few battered rooms in the tumble-down wing, John Glenalvan's +father, an old and hoary-headed man, kept house with his pretty +little granddaughter, Golden, and one old black servant called +Dinah.</p> + +<p>We have digressed a little from Golden as she stands beside +the lake, swinging her wide, straw hat by its blue ribbons. Let +us return.</p> + +<p>The little maiden is communing with herself. Quite unconsciously +she speaks her thoughts aloud:</p> + +<p>"Old Dinah says that Elinor and Clare will give a little party +to-night in honor of their brother's wealthy friend, who is to come +on a visit to him to-day. How I wish they would invite me. I +should like to go."</p> + +<p>"Should you now, really?" said a slightly sarcastic voice close +to her.</p> + +<p>She looked up, and saw her cousin, Elinor coming along the +path toward her.</p> + +<p>Elinor Glenalvan was a tall and queenly beauty of the most +pronounced brunette type. She had large, black eyes that +sparkled like diamonds, and glossy, black hair braided into a +coronet on the top of her haughty head.</p> + +<p>Her features were well-cut and regular, her skin a clear olive, +her cheeks and lips were a rich, glowing crimson. She was +twenty-one years old, and her sister Clare, who walked by her +side, was nineteen.</p> + +<p>Clare Glenalvan was a weak, vain, pretty girl, but with no +such decided claim to beauty as Elinor. Her hair and eyes were +not as dark as her sister's, her cheeks and lips were less rosy. +She had a mincing, affected air, but was considered stylish and +elegant.</p> + +<p>Both girls were attired in the best their father could afford +from his very limited income, and their little cousin's simple blue +gingham looked plain indeed by contrast with their cool, polka-dotted +lawns, and lace ruffles.</p> + +<p>Elinor carried a small basket on her arm. They had come to +the lake for water-lilies to decorate the rooms for the party of +which they had caught Golden talking aloud.</p> + +<p>The little girl blushed at her dilemma a moment, then she +faced the occasion bravely.</p> + +<p>"I did not know that you could hear me, Elinor," she said, lifting +her beautiful, frank, blue eyes to her cousin's face, "but it is +true. I should like to come to your party. You have invited +grandpa's old servant to come and help with the supper, and she +will go. Why do you not ask grandpa and me?"</p> + +<p>"Grandpa is too old to come, and you are too young," replied<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</a></span> +Elinor, with a careless, flippant laugh, while Clare stared at +Golden, and murmured audibly:</p> + +<p>"The bold, little thing."</p> + +<p>Golden revolved her cousin's reply a moment in her mind.</p> + +<p>"Well, perhaps he is too old," she said, with a little sigh, "and +yet I think he might enjoy seeing the young people amusing +themselves. But as for me, Elinor, I know I am not too young! +Minnie Edwards is coming, I have heard, and she is a month +younger than I am! The only difference is that <i>she</i> puts up her +hair, and wears long dresses. I would wear long dresses, too, +only I do not believe grandpa could afford it. It would take +several yards more for a trail, or even to touch all around."</p> + +<p>Clare and Elinor laughed heartlessly at the wistful calculation +of the difference between short and long dresses. Then the elder +sister said, abruptly:</p> + +<p>"It is a great pity grandpa cannot keep you a little girl in short +dresses forever, Golden! You will not find it very pleasant to be +a woman."</p> + +<p>"Why not?" said innocent Golden. "Are not women happy?"</p> + +<p>"Some are," said Elinor, "but I do not think <i>you</i> will ever +be."</p> + +<p>"Why not?" asked the girl again.</p> + +<p>The two sisters exchanged significant glances that did not +escape Golden's keen eyes.</p> + +<p>"Elinor, why do you and Clare look at each other so hatefully?" +she cried out in sudden resentment and childish passion. +"What is the matter? What have I done?"</p> + +<p>"You have done nothing except to be born," said Clare Glenalvan, +irritably, "and under the circumstances, <i>that</i> is the worst +thing you <i>could have</i> done."</p> + +<p>Was it only the fancy of beautiful Golden, or did the wind in +the trees and grasses sigh mournfully, and the blue waves go +lapsing past with a sadder tone?</p> + +<p>"Clare, I don't know what you mean," she cried, half-angrily. +"I never harmed anyone in my life! I have not hurt anyone by +being born, have I?"</p> + +<p>The sisters looked at the beautiful, half-defiant face with its +rose flushed cheeks and flashing, violet eyes, and Elinor sneered +rudely, while Clare answered in a sharp, complaining voice:</p> + +<p>"Yes, you have hurt every soul that bears the name of Glenalvan—the +dead Glenalvans as well as the living ones. You are +a living disgrace to the proud, old name that your mother was +the first to disgrace!"</p> + +<p>Then she paused, a little frightened, for Golden had started so +violently that she had almost fallen backward into the lake.</p> + +<p>She steadied herself by catching the branch of a bending willow, +and looked at her cousin with death-white lips and cheeks, +and scornful eyes.</p> + +<p>"Clare, you are a cruel, wicked girl," she cried. "I will go +and tell grandpa what terrible things you have said of me! I did +not believe one word!"</p> + +<p>The tears of wounded pride were streaming down her cheeks<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[Pg 4]</a></span> +as she sped along the path and across the green lawn up to the +old hall. The sisters looked at each other, a little disconcerted.</p> + +<p>"Clare, you were too hasty," said Elinor, uneasily. "Grandpa +will be very angry."</p> + + + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_II" id="CHAPTER_II">CHAPTER II.</a></h2> + + +<p>Little Golden sped across the green lawn, her young heart +full of pain and anger at the cruel words her cousins had spoken +to her.</p> + +<p>Flying through the long, dark corridor of the old hall, and passing +through several lofty and empty old rooms, she emerged at +last in the sunny bay-window where her grandfather dozed daily, +surrounded by pots of fragrant roses and geraniums.</p> + +<p>But with the breathless words of complaint just parting her +coral lips, Golden saw that the old arm-chair was vacant.</p> + +<p>She was surprised and a little dismayed; she had been so sure +of finding him there.</p> + +<p>She turned round and ran out to the sunny kitchen in the back +yard, where old Dinah stood at a table ironing some simple white +garments for her young mistress, and crooning to herself a fragment +of a negro revival tune.</p> + +<p>The only nurse and the best friend that Golden had ever +known after her grandfather, was homely, warm-hearted, black +Dinah.</p> + +<p>Golden loved the old negress dearly. Ever since she had first +lisped her name, the girl had familiarly called her "black +mammy," after the fashion of most southern children with their +nurses.</p> + +<p>Now she called out quickly before she had reached the kitchen +door.</p> + +<p>"Oh, black mammy, where is grandpa?"</p> + +<p>Black mammy turned with such a start that she dropped the +flat-iron she was wielding with such consummate skill.</p> + +<p>"Oh! honey, chile, how you skeered me," she cried, "an' I've +dropped de flat-iron, and e'enamost burnt my black toes off! +What for did ye come callin' me so suddent?"</p> + +<p>"Where is grandpa?" repeated the child.</p> + +<p>She came up to the door and looked at Dinah, and the old woman +saw how pale she was, and what a strange light gleamed +in the violet eyes under their long, curling lashes of golden-brown.</p> + +<p>"Come, dearie, don't be afeard because de old man ain't a-nid-noddin' +in his arm-cheer as usual. He's out a-walkin' wif his +son."</p> + +<p>"Uncle John?" asked little Golden, with a wondering look.</p> + +<p>"Who else, honey?" said Dinah, as she vigorously rubbed a +fresh iron with salt and beeswax.</p> + +<p>"It is so strange," said Golden, momentarily diverted from her +immediate grievance by Dinah's news. "Uncle John comes so +seldom. What did he want, black mammy?"</p> + +<p>"Want? De debbil, his best friend, knows better dan your +poor ole black mammy," said Dinah, shaking her head. "All I<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</a></span> +know is dat he come looking black as a thunder-cloud, and ax ole +massa to take a walk with him."</p> + +<p>"And he went?" said Golden.</p> + +<p>"Oh! yes, he went, pore ole soul, a-hobblin' off as sweet as a +lamb with that snake in the grass!"</p> + +<p>"Oh! black mammy, grandpa would not like you to speak that +way of his son," cried Golden.</p> + +<p>"I axes your pardon, honey. I spoke my mind afore I +thought," answered Dinah.</p> + +<p>"There is no offense as far as I am concerned," replied her +young mistress, readily. "There is no love lost between my uncle +and me."</p> + +<p>Then she added, with a shade of anxiety in her voice:</p> + +<p>"Will they be long gone, do you think?"</p> + +<p>"I hasn't the leastest idea," said busy Dinah, "but ole massa +is too feeble to walk very fur."</p> + +<p>Golden turned away silently, and went to her grandfather's +nook in the bay-window to await his return. She was burning +with impatience to tell him the cruel and unkind things her +cousins had said to her, and to ask if they were true.</p> + +<p>She sat down in the old arm-chair, among the blossoming flowers, +herself the fairest flower of all, and leaning her dimpled +cheek on her hand, relapsed into troubled thought.</p> + +<p>The strange relations sustained by her grandfather and herself +toward his son's family puzzled her as it had often done before. +Living in the same house, and nearly related as they were, there +was little or no intercourse between the two families and they +were barely friendly.</p> + +<p>Ever since Golden could remember, it had been so. She had +questioned her grandfather and she had questioned Dinah, but +they gave her no satisfaction on the subject.</p> + +<p>It remained a pregnant mystery to the lonely child, living her +thoughtless, girlish life in the ruined rooms of the western wing, +and in the tangled gardens, and the wild, green wood.</p> + +<p>A brief time of impatient waiting, then Golden heard the murmur +of voices beneath the window.</p> + +<p>She leaned her curly head out, and heard one sentence spoken in +the clear, curt voice of John Glenalvan:</p> + +<p>"You understand now, father, how important it is to us that +you should keep Golden's daughter more carefully secluded?"</p> + +<p>"The child will fret—she has been so used to an outdoor life, +it will injure her health," feebly objected the old man.</p> + +<p>"Her health is the poorest objection you could urge with me," +said John Glenalvan, cruelly. "If she had died long ago it +would have been the very best thing that could have happened +for us all."</p> + +<p>The father's reply was lost in the distance as they passed on. +They came in at the front door, passed down the long corridor, +and separated to their divided abodes.</p> + +<p>Golden's grandfather came heavily into the quiet sitting-room, +leaning on his oaken cane, and sought his favorite chair at the +sunny window where the flowers bloomed and the bright-winged +butterflies hovered.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</a></span></p> + +<p>He was not prepared to see Golden start up from the chair with +a white face, and wild, frightened, blue eyes.</p> + +<p>She clutched his arms and leaned against him. He felt her +frightened heart-beats plainly.</p> + +<p>"Oh, grandpa, grandpa," she wailed, "what is the matter with +everyone? What have I done that some wish me dead and others +are sorry that ever I was born?"</p> + +<p>She felt the tremulous lips of the old man pressed fondly on her +drooping head, she heard a sorrowful murmur:</p> + +<p>"Poor little Golden's daughter," then he said aloud:</p> + +<p>"My darling, who has been saying such cruel things to you?"</p> + +<p>"It is Clare and Elinor, and Uncle John," she sobbed. "They—the +girls, I mean, now—said the worst thing I could have done +was to be born; and that my mother was the first to disgrace the +name of Glenalvan. And, grandpa, I heard what Uncle John +said when he passed under the window. He said if I had died +long ago it must have been better for all."</p> + +<p>Old Hugh Glenalvan's kindly blue eyes were flashing fire. He +held the quivering little form against his breast with loving arms, +and his outraged old heart beat fast against the girl's.</p> + +<p>But he could not answer her. Indignant pain and grief kept +him dumb.</p> + +<p>"Grandpa, tell me what I have done to be hated by my kind," +she sobbed. "Am I deformed? Am I repulsive to look at?"</p> + +<p>"My darling, you are as perfect and as beautiful as an angel," +he answered, fondly kissing the fair, innocent brow.</p> + +<p>"Why do they hate me, then?" she wailed. "I would love +them all if they would let me."</p> + +<p>"They are cruel and heartless. If they were not, they could +not help but love you, my Golden," said the old man, bitterly. +Then he sat down and drew her to a seat upon his knee.</p> + +<p>"Think no more of them, my darling," he said, brushing away +the shining pearls of grief that hung trembling on her thick lashes. +"They are cruel and unjust to you. Keep away from their presence +and forget that the same strain of blood flows in your veins. +Look upon them as aliens and strangers. Give all your love to +me."</p> + +<p>She hid her sweet face against his shoulder, her breast heaving +with the sobs that she could not repress.</p> + +<p>"I have a heart full of love," she sighed, "and it is all your +own, dear grandpa. But tell me, oh, tell me of my mother! Can +it be true? She did not, oh, she could not disgrace our proud old +name."</p> + +<p>"Hush, Golden, you torture me," the old man said, hoarsely. +"There is a mystery surrounding you, my little one. Your +history is a sad one. But you shall never know it if I can keep +the blighting secret from your knowledge. Ask me no more, my +darling. Dismiss it from your thoughts. You have always been +happy heretofore. Be happy still. You are innocent, pure and +beautiful. There is no reason why you should not have a quiet, +happy life if you will keep away from those who wound you with +their cruel words, and cling closely to your simple, peaceful +home."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</a></span></p> + +<p>Her wild sobs had ceased. She was looking earnestly into his +face, while long, low sighs quivered over her lips.</p> + +<p>"Now, listen to me, Golden," he said. "Your uncle has made +a hard request of me, darling, but I have promised that it shall be +done. Golden, will you trust me, and help me to keep my +word?"</p> + +<p>"Is it about me?" she said.</p> + +<p>"Yes, dear. You know the three upper chambers which foolish +people believe to be haunted, Golden?"</p> + +<p>"Yes," she said, and he saw a slight quiver pass over the delicate +lips, and her face grew pale.</p> + +<p>"Of course you know that is all nonsense, little one," he said, +reassuringly. "There are no ghosts in Glenalvan Hall. It is only +foolish and superstitious people who believe that silly tale. Golden, +would you be willing to remain secluded in those haunted +rooms for one week, or for whatever number of days John Glenalvan's +expected guest shall remain?"</p> + +<p>The breath came a little faster over the beautiful, parted lips.</p> + +<p>"I am almost afraid," she sighed. "Oh, grandpa, why should +they wish to hide me away like a criminal? I have done nothing."</p> + +<p>"I know that, dear. It is a heartless whim of those heartless +people. They do not wish their guest to see you, or even to +know of your existence. Do not mind them, pet. Perhaps they +are jealous and fear that he might fall in love with you. That +would never do, because they mean to marry him to Elinor and +prop the fallen fortunes of the Glenalvans. You will humor their +fancy, won't you, Golden?"</p> + +<p>The pansy-blue eyes flashed with resentful fire.</p> + +<p>"Why should I humor them?" she cried. "They are hard and +cold to me. Why should I shut myself up in prison, away from +the sunshine, and the flowers and the birds in those gloomy, +haunted chambers for their sake?"</p> + +<p>"It is for <i>my</i> sake, darling," he replied. "I have promised +them that you will do it for me. Will you not do so, Golden?"</p> + +<p>"I am afraid of the haunted rooms, grandpa," said the child, +with a shiver.</p> + +<p>"Not in the daylight I hope," he said.</p> + +<p>"No, not in the daytime," she replied.</p> + +<p>"Old Dinah could sleep in your room at night, Golden. So, you +see, there could be nothing to fear. My little darling, I have +loved you and cared for you all your life, and I have never asked +you for a sacrifice before. Will you make this concession for my +sake?"</p> + +<p>The beautiful girl clasped her white arms round his neck, and +kissed his withered cheek.</p> + +<p>"I cannot refuse if it is for your sake, grandpa," she said. +"You have been father, mother, friends and home to me all my +life! I have had no one but you, grandpa, and I love you too +dearly to grieve you. I will do as you wish me."</p> + +<p>He kissed her and thanked her many times.</p> + +<p>"You must believe that it hurts me as much as it does you, my +pet," he said, "but it will not be for long—and John is so violent,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</a></span> +I had to promise for the sake of peace. I hope you will never regret +this sweet yielding to my will."</p> + +<p>"I am sure I shall not," said the child-like girl, but she gave +an unconscious shudder.</p> + +<p>His hands rested, as if in blessing, on her hair. He whispered, +inaudibly:</p> + +<p>"God bless my hapless daughter's child."</p> + + + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_III" id="CHAPTER_III">CHAPTER III.</a></h2> + + +<p>Glenalvan Hall, like all old family mansions belonging to +old and respectable families, had its reputed ghost.</p> + +<p>It was currently reported that three rooms in the upper story +were haunted by the spirit of a fair young girl who had once inhabited +them, and who had pined away and died for love of a +handsome man who had not known of her love nor reciprocated +it.</p> + +<p>This fair ancestress of Golden's—Erma Glenalvan, as she was +called—was said to haunt the suite of rooms she had occupied in +life, and credulous people believed that on moonlight nights she +walked up and down, weeping and sighing, and wringing her +white hands because her spirit could not retain its grave.</p> + +<p>It was to these gloomy and dismantled rooms, haunted by the +restless ghost of an unhappy girl, that little Golden was consigned +for a week or more by the stern desire of John Glenalvan. +It was a hard trial to the child.</p> + +<p>She would not have consented to it but for the pleadings of her +grandfather. Her love and gratitude to him made her yield an +easy consent to his prayer, while she inwardly quaked with fear +at the dread ordeal before her.</p> + +<p>Old Dinah was desired by her master to transfer suitable bedding +and furniture to the room Golden would occupy, and to carry +her meals to that room daily and attend carefully on her young +mistress. Black Dinah was furious.</p> + +<p>"I know'd dar was deviltry afoot," she said. "I know'd it! +John Glenalvan never sets his foot in ole massa's presence without +some devil's broth is a-brewing!"</p> + +<p>"Hush, Dinah," old Hugh said, sternly. "You must not speak +of my son that way. Do as I bid you. No harm can come to the +child. She is willing to the plan."</p> + +<p>Dinah's loud complaints subsided into muttering and grumbling, +but she did as her master had ordered.</p> + +<p>That night when old Hugh had laid his gray head on his pillow, +and old Dinah had gone into the other wing of the hall, little +Golden sat down to read in the ghostly-looking chamber where +Erma Glenalvan's loving heart had broken for a hopeless love.</p> + +<p>Through the weird stillness and solitude of the haunted room, +the sound of the gay dance music came to Golden's ears, softened +and mellowed by the distance.</p> + +<p>The little maiden's heart beat faster at the delicious sound, so +inspiring to youthful ears. She threw down her book impatiently.</p> + +<p>"How sweet it sounds," she said. "They are in the great<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span> +dancing-hall. I should like to see them. How cruel my cousins +are to me!"</p> + +<p>The sweet lips quivered, and the blue eyes darkened with anger. +Golden was a spoiled, impetuous child. Her grandpa and +old Dinah had always yielded to her in everything and placed no +restraint on her impetuous temper.</p> + +<p>Her little heart was swelling bitterly now, with resentment +against her cruel cousins. She felt their neglect and their insults +keenly, the more so because she was ignorant of any possible reason +for their contumely.</p> + +<p>"I should like to spoil their party for them," the little creature +said to herself with a passionate vindictiveness, quite unusual +with her. "I have a great mind to play ghost, and frighten them +all out of the dancing-hall. It would not be a bit too bad for +them, after their meanness to me!"</p> + +<p>She had heard old Dinah say that Clare and Elinor were very +much afraid of the beautiful phantom of Glenalvan Hall. They +would not have ventured into the haunted suite alone for any +amount of money.</p> + +<p>Clare had been heard to say that the very sight of the ghost +would be sufficient to strike her dead.</p> + +<p>Beautiful Golden, who was as changeful as the summer breeze, +began to laugh at the mischievous idea which had occurred to +her.</p> + +<p>"What a fine joke it would be to personate poor Erma Glenalvan," +she thought. "How Clare and Elinor would fly from +the festive scene when I appeared, weeping and wringing my +hands."</p> + +<p>She had heard the ghost described by Dinah, who averred that +she had seen it several times.</p> + +<p>She remembered the long, white robe, the flowing veil of golden +hair, the pearl necklace, the wondrous beauty, shining, as +old Dinah declared, like a star.</p> + +<p>The beauty, the youth, the veil of golden hair she had. But the +dress and the pearls. Where should she find them?</p> + +<p>An old wardrobe which had once belonged, no doubt, to the +love-lorn Erma, stood against the wall. Golden pulled the door +open, not without some little fear, and looked in at the collection +of moth-eaten dresses that hung on the pegs.</p> + +<p>She could not tell whom they belonged to, for she had never +looked into the wardrobe before, but she guessed that they were +very old, for a cloud of dust rose from them as the door flew +open, and as she touched them with her hand, some of the folds +fell into rents, and showed how long they had been the prey of +the moth.</p> + +<p>But as Golden pulled one after another down from the pegs +and tossed them into a rainbow heap on the floor, she came to +one at last that would serve her purpose.</p> + +<p>It was a long, white dress of rich, brocaded silk, yellowed by +time, antique in style, but tolerably well-preserved.</p> + +<p>Golden uttered a cry of delight, patting her little foot blithely +to the merry measure of the dance music.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span></p> + +<p>"The very thing," she cried, and then she shivered slightly. +"Perhaps it belonged to poor Erma," she thought.</p> + +<p>But in a few minutes Golden's blue gingham lay on the floor, +and she had slipped into the old brocade, and hooked it together. +It fitted her perfectly.</p> + +<p>The neck was low, and finished with a deep frill of fine, old, +yellow lace. The sleeves were short, and the dimpled shoulders +and beautifully moulded arms were exposed to the greatest advantage.</p> + +<p>Golden then took up the comb and brush and brushed her long, +yellow ringlets out of curl until they fell about her slender, graceful +form like a veil of summer sunshine.</p> + +<p>"If I only had the pearls, now, I might readily pass for the +phantom," she said, looking at the reflection of herself in the +glass. "How nice I look. This dress is quite becoming, I declare."</p> + +<p>As she turned round, admiring the long, soft, trailing folds of +the brocade, something rattled in what appeared to be the region +of the pocket.</p> + +<p>Golden ran her slim fingers into the pocket, and they encountered +a rent between the lining and the material of the dress.</p> + +<p>Following the rent with her fingers to the very edge of the +skirt, they encountered something which she drew out and found +to be a necklace of large, gleaming, milk-white pearls.</p> + +<p>Golden uttered a cry of surprise and joy as she clasped the +beautiful treasure, so strangely found, around her firm, white +throat.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p>In the dancing-room that night they had been talking of the +Glenalvan ghost. Elinor or Clare had taken a great deal of pains +to let Bertram Chesleigh know how grand and wealthy the Glenalvans +had been before the war, and especially they had been +pleased to have him hear about the beautiful phantom of the girl, +Erma, who had died of a broken heart.</p> + +<p>Though they were afraid of her, and would not have willingly +beheld her for anything, they were proud of the <i>prestige</i> of a +family ghost. They considered that only distinguished families +ever had such visitations.</p> + +<p>Elinor told him the pretty legend she had heard from a superstitious +old servant. She said the phantom would fly if anyone +approached her, but if she could once be overtaken and kissed by +a very handsome man she would rest in her grave and walk no +more.</p> + +<p>But it was confidently asserted that no one could accomplish +such a feat, for the phantom flew before every pursuer as if fear +lent it wings.</p> + +<p>"If you could catch and kiss her, Mr. Chesleigh, I think the +ghost would be forever laid," said Clare Glenalvan, with a simper, +and affected laugh.</p> + +<p>"Thank you, Miss Clare," said Bertram Chesleigh, with a bow, +though he was inwardly disgusted. He knew that he was a very +handsome man.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span></p> + +<p>His mirror had told him so, but he did not admire Clare's forwardness +in telling him of it so plainly.</p> + +<p>The merry dance went on. The subject of the Glenalvan ghost +had passed from the minds of the dancers when suddenly the +music, which had been filling the air with sweetness, came to a +dead stop.</p> + +<p>All the dancers looked toward the door where the band was +stationed, for the cause of the silence.</p> + +<p>The performers had dropped their instruments, and were staring +open-mouthed at a vision in the wide, open doorway that +opened from a long dark, corridor—a vision clearly outlined +against the outer darkness, and plainly seen by all in the room—a +girlish form in sweeping, white robes and falling, golden hair, +the beautiful face, convulsed with woe and pain, the white arms +extended, the small hands clasping and unclasping each other in +gestures of infinite despair.</p> + +<p>"The Glenalvan ghost!" ran from lip to lip in a murmur of awe +and terror, while timid young girls clung shrieking to their partners, +and the utmost confusion prevailed.</p> + +<p>Elinor Glenalvan tried to faint in the arms of Bertram Chesleigh, +but he put her hastily into a chair and said quickly:</p> + +<p>"Miss Glenalvan, I am going to earn your everlasting gratitude. +I shall kiss the beautiful Erma, and the Glenalvan ghost will be +forever laid."</p> + +<p>He sprang toward the doorway, but in that moment the beautiful +phantom turned and fled precipitately before him.</p> + + + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_IV" id="CHAPTER_IV">CHAPTER IV.</a></h2> + + +<p>It had not entered into little Golden's plan for the discomfiture +of her scornful cousins, that anyone would have the temerity to +approach her in her character of the Glenalvan ghost. On the +contrary, she had confidently expected to spread fear, dismay and +confusion among the festive guests, and to effect her own +escape unmolested and unsuspected.</p> + +<p>What was her surprise and dismay to see a tall, dark, handsome +man start from Elinor's side, and cross the room toward her with +the evident purpose of accosting her!</p> + +<p>Beautiful Golden was filled with fear and alarm. She turned +swiftly and fled down the long, dark corridor, her heart beating +with dread lest she should be overtaken and identified by her +pursuer.</p> + +<p>She thought of her grandfather's grief and mortification if he +should find out her girlish prank, and of her stern uncle's wrathful +anger.</p> + +<p>These swift thoughts seemed to lend wings to her light feet. +She flew rather than ran down the dark hall, but her rapid heart-beats +could not drown the quick and steady footsteps of her pursuer. +They seemed to come nearer and gain upon her.</p> + +<p>To gain her own rooms in the western wing Golden would be +compelled to go up a wide stairway leading directly from the +corridor in which she was then running.</p> + +<p>It dawned on her mind in the whirl of thoughts that rushed<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span> +over her, that it would be very unwise to return to the haunted +rooms just then. She believed that she would undoubtedly be +pursued and captured if she did.</p> + +<p>It occurred to her that her best plan would be to escape into the +open air and hide herself in the belt of thick, dense shrubbery +that grew below the lake.</p> + +<p>She knew every bend and turn, and secret nook within it. Her +pursuer did not. She could baffle him there.</p> + +<p>Inspired by what seemed to her a happy thought, Golden flew +past the wide staircase and gained the outer door.</p> + +<p>She flashed down the marble steps outside, and struck breathlessly +across the green lawn.</p> + +<p>But swift and breathless as her flight had been, she had "a foe-man +worthy of her steel." Bertram Chesleigh had never faltered +in his swift pursuit of the supposed phantom.</p> + +<p>If such a thing were indeed possible, he meant to capture the +flying form, and kiss the face whose beauty had struck him even +through its tragic expression of sorrow and despair.</p> + +<p>He was light-footed and swift, and inspired by the novelty of +the chase. He was determined to keep his word to the handsome +Elinor, if possible.</p> + +<p>He went over the marble steps at one flying bound that gained +him a great advantage over Golden. As he followed her over the +lawn he was so near that the frightened girl could hear his quick, +panting breath, and dreaded every moment to feel his outstretched +hands clutch her white shoulder.</p> + +<p>It was a lovely night. The moon was at its full. Its white radiance +touched everything with weird beauty. It shone on the +leaves, the flowers, and the grass, and made the dew-drops glitter +like diamonds.</p> + +<p>Golden's white brocade shone with a silvery gleam as she fled +through the moonlight, her white arms and neck gleamed like +ivory through the golden mist of her streaming hair.</p> + +<p>She had crossed the green expanse of the lawn in safety. Her light +feet struck into the path by the lake. When once she had crossed +that path she would be into the shrubbery. She felt sure that she +might mislead the determined follower then.</p> + +<p>But the race had been an unequal one. That flying leap over +the flight of marble steps had decided the contest in the man's +favor.</p> + +<p>Scarce a minute more and the dreaded touch fell on her shoulder, +two strong arms were passed quickly around her waist, her +head was drawn back against a manly breast, and to Golden's +horror and consternation, she felt a pair of warm, mustached lips +pressed fully and passionately upon her own.</p> + +<p>"Lovely Erma, may your spirit rest in peace after this fond +kiss of love," he cried; and Golden, trying vainly to struggle out +of his clasp, lifted her eyes and saw a dark, splendid, handsome +face gazing into her own, with large, black eyes that were full of +eager admiration and sparkled with pleasant excitement.</p> + +<p>"Let me go!" she cried, with her blue eyes full of angry tears, +"let me go! How dared you—oh, how dared you <i>kiss</i> me?"</p> + +<p>But the strong arms held her fast, although Bertram Chesleigh<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span> +began to realize that it was not a phantom, but a real creature of +flesh and blood he had kissed so warmly.</p> + +<p>He held her fast, and looked down with a smile into the girlish +face that was so very beautiful even through the crimson flush of +anger.</p> + +<p>"Do not be angry," he said. "You should be glad that I have +kissed you."</p> + +<p>"Why should I be glad?" she demanded, in a sharp, imperious +little voice.</p> + +<p>The dark eyes of little Golden's captor sparkled with mirth at +her indignant question.</p> + +<p>"They told me up yonder at the hall," he replied, "that if a +handsome man could catch and kiss the Glenalvan ghost its wandering +spirit would be laid forever. Do you think that you can +rest easy in your grave now, beautiful Erma?"</p> + +<p>Golden wrenched herself from his clasp, but he still held her +so tightly by one hand that she could not leave him. She looked +at him with bright eyes in which anger and reluctant mirth +were strangely blended. His quaint humor was infectious.</p> + +<p>"Do you think yourself so very handsome, sir?" she demanded.</p> + +<p>"A lady told me so this evening," he replied, unblushingly. +"One must always take a lady's word, must not one, fair +Erma?"</p> + +<p>"I am not Erma," she replied, impetuously; "I am only Golden."</p> + +<p>"Golden! What a beautiful name!" cried Golden's captor. +"Golden—<i>what</i>?"</p> + +<p>"Golden Glenalvan," she replied.</p> + +<p>"That is prettier still," he said; then he looked at her more +closely. "Are you any kin to Clare and Elinor?"</p> + +<p>"Yes; we are cousins," the girl replied, frankly.</p> + +<p>She forgot how strange it was for her to be standing there talking +to this stranger from whom she had been desperately fleeing +a moment ago.</p> + +<p>But the dark, mesmeric eyes held her gaze with a luring power; +the warm, soft hand that clasped her own, sent strange thrills of +tingling sweetness through every nerve.</p> + +<p>When she had looked at the dark, handsome, smiling face +once she liked to look at it again. She forgot to feel afraid of +him.</p> + +<p>They were standing on the border of the lake. The moonlight +made it shine like a sheet of silver; but Bertram Chesleigh had no +eyes for its beauty while the fair, fresh face of that innocent girl +was lifted to his.</p> + +<p>He said to himself that in all his life he had never seen anyone +half so lovely.</p> + +<p>"And you are not a ghost, after all?" he said.</p> + +<p>"No; I was only masquerading," she replied. "I did it to +frighten my cousins and spoil their party. Do you think I have +succeeded?" she inquired, with <i>naive</i> anxiety.</p> + +<p>He looked a little surprised.</p> + +<p>"I do not know, I am sure," he said. "Why did you wish to +spoil their pleasure?"</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Because they would not invite me to go, and said cruel +things to me, besides," answered Golden, with a heaving breast.</p> + +<p>"Why would they not invite you?" he inquired, more surprised +than ever.</p> + +<p>"Elinor said I was <i>too young</i>, but I should sooner think that +grandpa guessed the true reason!" she replied with innocent frankness.</p> + +<p>"What did grandpa guess?" he inquired.</p> + +<p>"They were afraid for Uncle John's rich guest to see me. They +mean to marry him to Elinor," she replied, readily, and without +a suspicion that it was the "rich guest" himself who held her +small hand that moment so warmly and tightly in his own.</p> + +<p>Bertram Chesleigh laughed long and merrily, and the little girl +awoke to a sense of her imprudence.</p> + +<p>"Oh? I should not have talked to you so," she cried. "They +will be very angry. Oh, please don't tell anyone I was the +ghost! Grandpa would scold me, and I could not bear that."</p> + +<p>At that moment the murmur of voices and laughter was borne +to them on the breeze from the hall door.</p> + +<p>"Your friends are coming to look for you," she cried. "Oh! <i>do</i> +let go my hand. I must hide myself. You will not betray my +secret?"</p> + +<p>"No; I will keep it faithfully, Golden," he replied, then he +kissed her small hand and released her, for he did not wish his +friends to find him with her.</p> + +<p>She darted away like a bird, and hid herself in the shrubbery. +The young man lighted a cigar and turned back to meet +his friends.</p> + +<p>"Did you catch the ghost? Did you kiss her?" they asked him, +eagerly.</p> + +<p>"I was never so outwitted in my life," he replied. "Would +you believe it if I should tell you that I pursued her across the +lawn to the border of the lake, and that just as I might have +touched her with my hand she sprang into the water and not a +ripple on the surface showed where she had gone down?"</p> + +<p>This clever and non-committal reply was accepted as a statement +of facts by the credulous. The romantic story spread from +one to another rapidly.</p> + +<p>Bertram Chesleigh found himself quite a hero a few minutes +after he had returned to the house. But though they praised his +bravery, everyone chaffed him because he had failed to get the +kiss from the beautiful phantom.</p> + + + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_V" id="CHAPTER_V">CHAPTER V.</a></h2> + + +<p>"Father, where is Golden this morning?"</p> + +<p>Old Hugh Glenalvan looked up with a frightened start as his +son came into his presence with a stern brow and heavy footstep.</p> + +<p>It was the morning after the Glenalvans' little party, and the +old man was sitting in the sunny bay-window, thinking of his +little sunbeam, as he called her lovingly in his thoughts.</p> + +<p>Old Dinah had been in and brought him a message to say that<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span> +she was very lonely and wished her grandpa to come and see her +and bring her a bunch of roses. He was just thinking of doing +so, when John Glenalvan came frowningly into his presence.</p> + +<p>"Father, where is Golden this morning?" he asked, sharply, +and the old man trembled with fear of, he knew not what, as he +replied:</p> + +<p>"She is up in the haunted rooms where you told me to put her, +John."</p> + +<p>"Come with me. I wish to see her," he said, and the old man's +face grew ashen pale as he asked:</p> + +<p>"What is the matter? Has Golden done anything, John?"</p> + +<p>"You will know soon enough," was the short reply; and full +of apprehension the old man led the way to his granddaughter's +room.</p> + +<p>Beautiful Golden was walking up and down the dreary chamber, +impatient as a captive bird. She started, and grew very pale +as she caught sight of her Uncle John's stern face. She did not +speak to him, but ran up to her grandfather and kissed his poor, +old, wrinkled cheek.</p> + +<p>"Good-morning, dear grandpa," she said. "I am very lonely. +I miss you so much. Did black mammy tell you to bring me +some roses?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, dear, but I did not have the time," said the grandfather, +with a tremulous voice, and stealing a glance at his son. For +some inexplicable reason he stood in great fear of him.</p> + +<p>"Have done with such foolish chat, girl," broke in John Glenalvan, +roughly. "So you played the ghost last night, eh, miss?"</p> + +<p>Golden gave a violent start, and clung to her grandfather. She +trembled, and her sweet lips grew very pale.</p> + +<p>"You need not deny it. Your looks betray your guilt," continued +John Glenalvan, roughly.</p> + +<p>"No, no, my Golden would not have done such a thing," cried +her grandfather, warmly. "Who says that she did?"</p> + +<p>Golden looked anxiously into her uncle's face as that question +left the old man's lips. Her heart fell at the thought +that the handsome man who had kissed her by the lake, had betrayed +her to her merciless uncle.</p> + +<p>But his next word relieved her from the dread.</p> + +<p>"I say so myself," he replied. "I saw and recognized her myself, +as did Clare and Elinor also. She came and stood in the hall +doorway where they were dancing, tricked out like the ghost of +Erma Glenalvan. Deny it if you dare, miss!"</p> + +<p>The girl's quick temper flamed up at his harsh manner.</p> + +<p>"I do not wish to deny it," she cried defiantly. "I did it, and +I frightened all your fine company, too! I am very glad of it."</p> + +<p>John Glenalvan sprang toward her with upraised hand as +though he would strike her, but she stepped quickly out of his +reach, and he said, with sullen rage:</p> + +<p>"You hear the little Jezebel, father. Take care, take care that +I do not put my long-pending threat into execution."</p> + +<p>"John, she is but a playful child," he pleaded, pitifully. "She +meant no harm, I am sure. Oh, Golden, my darling! why did +you do it?"</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span></p> + +<p>"To spite the girls, grandpa, for their cruelty to me," she replied, +"but I am very sorry now, since it has grieved you so. +Believe me, grandpa, I did not think you would ever hear of it. +Can you forgive me?" she pleaded, wistfully.</p> + +<p>"You must ask your uncle's forgiveness, not mine, my dear," +was the tremulous reply.</p> + +<p>"I will not ask his pardon," she replied, stoutly, her blue eyes +flashing, and the color flaming into her cheeks, "I am sorry to +have displeased you, grandpa, dear, but I do not in the least care +for anyone else whether they are offended or not."</p> + +<p>"Where did you get the fine toggery you wore last night?" demanded +John Glenalvan, his fingers tingling with the impulse to +slap the fair, defiant face.</p> + +<p>"That is no concern of yours," she replied, resentfully.</p> + +<p>"Tell me, dear," whispered old Hugh, intent on preserving a +semblance of peace if it were possible.</p> + +<p>Golden threw open the door of the wardrobe and showed him +the brocade, which looked very yellow and old in the clear light +of day.</p> + +<p>"She had a necklace of pearls around her neck," said John, in +an artful aside to his father.</p> + +<p>"Did you, Golden?" asked her grandfather.</p> + +<p>Golden went to the little toilet-table and took up the costly +necklace which John Glenalvan instantly snatched from her hand +and placed in his pocket.</p> + +<p>Golden looked at him, tearful, dismayed, and excessively +angry.</p> + +<p>"Give them back to me," she cried. "They are mine! I found +them—indeed I did, grandpa. They had fallen through a hole in +the pocket of the dress into the skirt lining. They are mine, and +you shall give them back to me, Uncle John."</p> + +<p>"I will show you whether I will or not," he replied. "The +necklace belongs to me. Everything in the house belongs to me, +as well as the estate itself. You only have a home on sufferance +here. Take care that you do not lose that."</p> + +<p>"Is it true, grandpa?" asked Golden, and the old man nodded +sadly.</p> + +<p>John Glenalvan took down the white brocade, and carried it +away in a compact bundle under his arm.</p> + +<p>"I shall take this away," he said, "to make sure that you do not +play any more disgraceful tricks upon us. I depend upon you, +father, to see that she keeps to this room, and behaves herself +for the remainder of the week. If she does not, I emphatically +assure you that you both will suffer through her willfulness and +disobedience!"</p> + +<p>"I will promise for her," said the old man, putting his hand +over Golden's pouting and rebellious mouth. "She will not be +naughty any more!"</p> + +<p>"See that she keeps the promise," his son replied, sternly, as he +turned away.</p> + +<p>He went to Elinor's <i>boudoir</i> where he found his two daughters +quarreling over Bertram Chesleigh.</p> + +<p>"I tell you he admires me the most," exclaimed the elder girl,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span> +angrily, just as her father threw the necklace and the brocade +into her lap, and said, triumphantly:</p> + +<p>"Here is the finery the ghost wore, my dears. Divide it between +you."</p> + +<p>The brocade was thrown down in disgust, but a pitched battle +ensued over the pearl necklace.</p> + +<p>"I am the elder, and I am determined to have it," cried Elinor, +resolutely.</p> + +<p>"I shall have it myself, if I perish in the effort," retorted +Clare.</p> + +<p>A wordy war ensued, from which John Glenalvan, to whom it +was nothing new, retreated in disgust.</p> + +<p>The contest was ended at last by the handsome Elinor's boxing +the ears of her sister, and taking possession of the spoil on the +barbarous principle of "might is right."</p> + + + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_VI" id="CHAPTER_VI">CHAPTER VI.</a></h2> + + +<p>"Did I dream the whole thing?" said Bertram Chesleigh to +himself, "or was it, indeed, only a ghost that I kissed on the +border of the lake? Do ghosts have warm, living flesh and blood, +and balmy lips, and blushes that come and go, and delicious little +tempers, and the power to thrill one's nerves with quivering darts +of fire? Have I lost my heart to a phantom?"</p> + +<p>He might well ask himself these questions. A day and night +had gone since the Glenalvans had their little party, and so far he +had been unable to learn anything at all concerning the beautiful +girl whom all but himself believed to have been the ghost of the +dead Erma Glenalvan.</p> + +<p>As he had promised to keep little Golden's secret inviolate, he +could of course make no opening inquiries, but his little, careless, +artful speeches, and innocent inquiries all failed of effect.</p> + +<p>He could learn nothing of the maid whose beauty and grace +had literally carried his heart by storm. It seemed quite plain +that she did not live in the house.</p> + +<p>It was equally certain that she did not reside in the neighborhood, +for his friend, young Fred Glenalvan, had often assured +him that his father's family were the only living descendants of +the once numerous race.</p> + +<p>Mr. Chesleigh asked himself if there was indeed a mystery, or +if he had been fooled by an elfish spirit from the world of +shadows.</p> + +<p>His heart and his reason answered in the negative. It was a +human being, warm, breathing, living, whom he had clasped and +kissed that night. His veins tingled with electric fire at the remembrance.</p> + +<p>Alone in his room the second night after his rencontre with the +ghost, Bertram Chesleigh walked up and down restlessly, half +mad with himself that he should dwell so persistently on that one +thought, yet finding it so dangerously sweet he would not willingly +have forgotten it. It seemed to him that he had never +really lived till now, when this romantic passion for the beautiful +unknown fired his heart.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span></p> + +<p>Elinor and Clare had been very much frightened at the appearance +of the family ghost. They talked about it in low, awe-struck +whispers.</p> + +<p>When Bertram Chesleigh expressed a desire to visit the haunted +suite of rooms they expressed themselves as horrified, and declared +that the rooms of the hapless Erma had been walled up +long years before, and that all the rooms of the western wing +were in such a ruinous condition that it was exceedingly dangerous +to venture there at all.</p> + +<p>They declared that their father had engaged workmen to pull +down the western wing on account of its precarious condition.</p> + +<p>But singularly enough Bertram Chesleigh's thoughts were running +on the haunted rooms almost continuously to-night. Everything +connected with the Glenalvan ghost had a deep interest for +him.</p> + +<p>Some impulse impelled him to visit the western wing.</p> + +<p>He knew that the wide hall on which his room door opened +had a corridor leading from it into the ruined western wing of +the hall.</p> + +<p>Some impulse stronger than his will, some "spirit in his feet," +tempted him forth under cover of the silence and the night to +explore the dangerous region in the vague hope of finding some +trace of the mysterious ghost of last night.</p> + +<p>To have met her again he would have dared even more threatening +dangers than the settling timbers and falling roof which +Fred, and Clare and Elinor were unanimous in declaring menaced +everyone who entered the decaying portion of the hall.</p> + +<p>Softly shod in his velvet slippers, he opened the door and peered +out into the long hall.</p> + +<p>It was lighted by long windows at either end, through which +the moonlight poured a flood of white radiance. Putting a convenient +box of matches into the pocket of his dressing-gown, he +sallied boldly forth.</p> + +<p>Whether ghost or human, he longed to encounter the beautiful +girl he loved again.</p> + +<p>He entered the long corridor and walked along softly, guided +by the moonlight that entered through the windows and lay in +fantastic shadows upon the floor.</p> + +<p>He found that the building was in a ruinous condition indeed. +The rooms into which he looked were dismantled and bare, the +papering hung in ragged, fantastic strips from the walls; huge rats +scampered over the floor, frightened night-birds flapped against +the windows with wild, unearthly noises. Surely, the place was +well-fitted to be the abode of ghosts and shadows, it was so weird +and uncanny.</p> + +<p>But Bertram Chesleigh held on his way undauntedly. It seemed +to him that he had explored every room on that upper floor, +when suddenly he discovered a little passage down which he +turned and found himself in front of a closed door.</p> + +<p>The majority of the doors had stood open, swinging carelessly +on their hinges.</p> + +<p>The midnight explorer did not know why his heart beat so +strangely when he stood before this closed one.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span></p> + +<p>He turned the handle noiselessly, and entered, carefully closing +the door behind him.</p> + +<p>In the large and lofty apartment, where he now found himself, +a dim and shaded night-lamp was burning, thick, dark curtains +shaded the windows, a large rug covered the center of the floor, +a low, white cottage-bed stood in the furthest corner, draped in +neat and spotless white.</p> + +<p>Then the midnight explorer started, and with difficulty repressed +the cry that rose to his lips.</p> + +<p>For the soft, white counterpane thrown over the bed, outlined +the curves of an exquisite, girlish form.</p> + +<p>On the white, ruffled pillow nestled a sleeping face as lovely as +a budding rose.</p> + +<p>The round, white arms were thrown carelessly up above her +head, the wealth of curling, golden hair, strayed in rich confusion +over the pillow; the golden-brown lashes lay softly on the +rosy, dimpled cheeks; the lips were smiling as if some happy +dream stirred the white breast that rose and fell so softly over the +innocent heart.</p> + +<p>"Ghost or human?" Bertram Chesleigh asked himself, as he +gazed in astonishment and ecstacy at the beautiful, unconscious +sleeper.</p> + +<p>He came nearer with noiseless footsteps and bated breath to the +bedside. He bent so near that he could hear the soft, sweet +breath that fluttered over the parted lips.</p> + +<p>"It is she," he said to himself, with mingled rapture and +amaze.</p> + +<p>Then, in the next breath, he murmured:</p> + +<p>"I must beat a quiet retreat. How frightened and angry she +would be, were she to awake and find me here!"</p> + +<p>He was one of the purest and most honorable minded men in the +world.</p> + +<p>He turned to go, but could not tear his fascinated eyes from +that beautiful, child-like, sleeping face.</p> + +<p>His splendid black eyes lingered on its innocent beauty in passionate +admiration.</p> + +<p>"If I might only touch that little hand that lies so near me on +the pillow, it would cool the thirst of my heart," he said wistfully +to himself, while his heart beat fast with joy that he had found +her again, this lovely creature of whom he had dreamed night +and day for twenty-four hours.</p> + +<p>He looked at the sweetly-smiling, parted lips, and his pulses +thrilled at the remembrance of the tender caress he had pressed +upon them such a short while before.</p> + +<p>Carried away by the force of as pure and mad a passion as ever +thrilled the heart of man, the enraptured lover bent his head and +pressed a kiss as soft and light as the fall of a rose-leaf on the +white hand that lay so temptingly near him.</p> + +<p>He meant to go then, but as he lifted his head, blushing with +shame at the temptation that had prompted him to that wrongful +and stolen caress, a sharp indignant voice fell on his ears with +the suddenness of a thunder-clap.</p> + +<p>"Oh, you black-hearted wilyun—you wicked betrayer of innercence!<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span> +Get out o' this afore I kill you with my own hands, you +han'some debbil!"</p> + +<p>Bertram Chesleigh turned and saw a ludicrous, yet startling +sight framed in the open doorway of an inner chamber which in +his agitation, he had not noticed before.</p> + +<p>Old Black Dinah, who was the color of ebony and very tall and +lean, stood before him, clad in a short night-gown of gay, striped +cotton from which her slim legs and arms stuck out like bean-poles.</p> + +<p>Her stubbly, gray wool seemed to stand erect on her head with +horror, and her brandished arms, snapping black eyes, and furious +face, made up a startling picture of wrath and horror, strangely +combined with the ludicrous.</p> + +<p>"You black-hearted wilyun!" old Dinah repeated, advancing +angrily upon her dismayed foe, "get out o' de room o' my innercent +lamb afore she wakes and finds you here, you wolf!"</p> + +<p>"I beg your pardon—I stumbled into this room by the merest +accident," Chesleigh was beginning to say, when, startled by Dinah's +loud and angry tones, little Golden awoke, and flashed the +light of her wide blue eyes upon their excited faces.</p> + +<p>She uttered a cry of fear and terror when she saw the tall, +manly form standing in the room.</p> + +<p>Old Dinah ran to her instantly, and she hid her frightened face +on the shoulder of the old black woman.</p> + +<p>"Black mammy, what does all this mean?" cried the girl, nervously.</p> + +<p>Dinah gave a prolonged and lugubrious groan, and rolled up +the whites of her eyes in reply. The intruder saw that it was +imperative that he should stay long enough to explain matters to +the alarmed girl.</p> + +<p>He said to himself that no one had ever been placed in such a +strange and embarrassing position before.</p> + +<p>Every instinct of delicacy and respect for the young girl +prompted him to retire at once; yet he could not bear to go and +leave a wrong impression on the mind of the beautiful girl whom +he admired so much.</p> + +<p>He retreated to the door, and, standing there, said, anxiously +and respectfully:</p> + +<p>"I entreat you to believe, Miss Glenalvan, that I entered here +with no wrongful motive. Led by a fit of curiosity, I was exploring +the ruined wing of the hall, and I entered without a dream +of finding it occupied by any living being. I had been led to believe +that these rooms were totally unoccupied, and were even +unsafe to enter. Will you accept my apology?"</p> + +<p>Little Golden's head was still hidden against Dinah's shoulder, +and the old woman broke out sharply and quickly:</p> + +<p>"Honey, chile, don't you go for to 'cept dat wilyun's 'pology! +Ef he done really cum in dis room by accident, he would agone +out ag'in when he found dat a young lady occupied de room. +But no; de first sight my ole brack eyes saw when I jumped off +my pallet and come to de door was dat strange man a-kissin' you, +my precious lamb."</p> + +<p>Golden began to sob, and Mr. Chesleigh mentally anathematized<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span> +the old woman's long tongue that had thus betrayed the secret +he had intended to keep so carefully.</p> + +<p>His face grew scarlet as he hastened to say:</p> + +<p>"I kissed your hand, Miss Glenalvan, and I entreat your pardon +for yielding to that overmastering temptation. Can you forgive +me?"</p> + +<p>But Golden was still weeping bitterly, and old Dinah, in +her fear and indignation for her darling, pointed quickly to the +door.</p> + +<p>"Go," she said. "Don't you see how you frighten the chile +by staying?"</p> + +<p>There seemed nothing to be gained by staying. The old woman +was utterly unreasonable, and Golden was so agitated she could +not speak.</p> + +<p>The embarrassed intruder silently withdrew to his own apartment, +where he spent the night brooding over the strange discovery +he had made and the unpleasant position in which he had +placed himself.</p> + + + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_VII" id="CHAPTER_VII">CHAPTER VII.</a></h2> + + +<p>"Honey, chile, where did you git 'quainted wid dat ondecent +man?" inquired old Dinah of her nursling, as soon as Mr. Chesleigh +had quitted the room.</p> + +<p>"What makes you think I am acquainted with him, mammy?" +inquired the child in surprise.</p> + +<p>Dinah shook her woolly head sagely.</p> + +<p>"Don't try to deceabe your ole brack mammy, my lamb," she +said. "He called you Missie Glenalvan—do you think I didn't +notice that?"</p> + +<p>Golden's pretty cheeks grew scarlet with blushes.</p> + +<p>"I shall have to 'form your grandpa of what he done, the impident +wilyun!" continued Dinah, emphatically.</p> + +<p>"Oh, black mammy, please don't tell," cried the girl impulsively. +"You heard what he said—it was a mere accident, I am +quite, quite sure he meant no harm."</p> + +<p>"Ole massa shall be de jedge o' dat," replied Dinah decidedly. +"I'll miss my guess if de ole man don't put a pistol-hole frew my +fine, han'some gentleman!"</p> + +<p>"Oh, black mammy! then you shall not tell," cried Golden in +terror. "Indeed, indeed, he is not the wicked man you believe +him. He has kept my secret for me, and I must keep his now. +That would only be fair."</p> + +<p>"Ah, den you <i>do</i> know him," cried Dinah, horrified. "Tell +me all about it dis minute, if you know what's best for you, +chile."</p> + +<p>Golden did not resent the old nurse's tone of authority. She +knew the old woman's love for her too well. She dried her eyes +and reluctantly related her escapade two nights before.</p> + +<p>"He kept my secret," she concluded, "and it would not be fair +for us to make trouble for him, would it, black mammy?"</p> + +<p>Old Dinah had slipped down to the floor, and sat with her long, +black arms clasped around her knees, looking up into her nursling's<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span> +eager, fearful face, with a good deal of trouble in her keen, +black eyes.</p> + +<p>The old woman was shrewd and intelligent in her way. She +foresaw trouble, and perhaps the bitterest sorrow from these two +meetings between the handsome guest of John Glenalvan and the +young mistress.</p> + +<p>"Black mammy, promise me you will not tell grandpa," Golden +pleaded. "I will do anything you ask me if only you will not +tell him."</p> + +<p>Thereupon Dinah announced her ultimatum.</p> + +<p>"If you will promise me never to speak to the strange gentleman +again, little missie, I will not tell ole massa."</p> + +<p>Golden opened wide her blue eyes. She looked very lovely as +she leaned back among the snowy, ruffled pillows, her golden hair +straying loosely about her shoulders, her cheeks tinted with a +deep, warm blush, her little hands nervously clasping and unclasping +each other.</p> + +<p>"Black mammy, I think you are very cross to-night," she +pouted. "Why should I never speak to the handsome gentleman +again?"</p> + +<p>"Because it's best for you. Ole brack mammy knows better +dan you, chile."</p> + +<p>"But I liked him so much," said Golden, blushing rosy red.</p> + +<p>"You had no business to like him," responded Dinah. "He's +to marry Miss Elinor."</p> + +<p>"I do not believe it," said Golden, quickly.</p> + +<p>"He's not for you, anyway," retorted Dinah. "You'll nebber +marry no one, my dear."</p> + +<p>"Why not?" asked the child. "Will nobody ever love me?"</p> + +<p>"Nobody'll ever love ye like your grandpa, honey, and 'taint +likely dat ever he will give ye away to anyone."</p> + +<p>Golden was silent a moment. She seemed to be thinking intently. +After a moment she said gravely and sadly:</p> + +<p>"Grandpa is old, and I am young. Who will take care of me +when he is gone?"</p> + +<p>"Your old brack mammy, I guess, honey."</p> + +<p>"You are old, too," said Golden. "You may not live as long +as I do."</p> + +<p>"Bless the chile's heart, how she <i>do</i> talk," said the old negress. +"Ah, my precious lamb, I has outlived dem as was younger and +fairer dan ole black Dinah."</p> + +<p>The old black face looked very sad for a moment, then Dinah +continued:</p> + +<p>"Little missie, it's my clair duty to tell old massa de sarcumstances +of the case to-morrow morning. Leastwise, unless you +promise me nebber to speak to dat man ag'in."</p> + +<p>"That is very hard," sighed Golden.</p> + +<p>"Hard," said Dinah. "I should think you would be so mad +at the wilyun, a-comin' in and kissin' you so unceremonious, dat +you would nebber want to speak to him any more."</p> + +<p>Golden hid her face in the pillows, and a deep sigh fluttered +over her lips.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Come, dearie, won't you promise?" said Dinah. "I knows +what's for your good better dan you does yourself, chile."</p> + +<p>"Must I promise it, indeed?" sighed the innocent child, lifting +her flushed face from the pillow a moment to fix her big, blue, +imploring eyes on the old woman's obdurate face.</p> + +<p>"Yes, you must sartainly promise it," was the uncompromising +reply.</p> + +<p>There was silence for a moment, and Dinah saw the tears come +into the sweet, blue eyes.</p> + +<p>"Honey, chile, does you promise me?" she inquired, only confirmed +in the opinion by this demonstration.</p> + +<p>"Yes, I promise not to speak to him unless you give me leave, +black mammy," replied Golden, with quivering lips.</p> + +<p>"That's right, darling. Mammy can depend on your word. +Lie down, and go to sleep, honey, and I'll fetch my pallet in yere, +and sleep on de flo' by your bedside, so that no one kin 'trude on +you ag'in."</p> + +<p>The girl laid her fair head silently on the pillow, and Dinah +threw down a quilt on the floor and rolled herself in it. She was +soon snoring profoundly.</p> + +<p>Not so with beautiful Golden. It was quite impossible for her +to sleep again. She shut her eyelids resolutely, but the busy, +beautiful brain was too active to admit of her losing consciousness +again. She lay thinking of the splendid, dark-eyed +stranger.</p> + +<p>"He has kissed me twice," she whispered to her heart, "and +yet I do not even know his name. I wonder if I shall ever see +him again. I hope I shall."</p> + +<p>As she remembered how earnestly he had apologized for his +presence in her room, she could not believe him the wicked villain +old Dinah had so loudly represented him.</p> + +<p>"He is handsome, and I believe that he is good," the girl said +to herself, "and they tell me Elinor wants to marry him; I would +like to marry him myself, just to spite my cousins."</p> + +<p>Poor little Golden! Her spite against her cousins was almost +as old as her years. They had always hated her, and Golden had +been quick to find it out and resent it.</p> + +<p>She had a quick and fiery temper, but it did not take her long +to repent of her little fits of passion.</p> + +<p>She was a bright, winsome, lovable child. It was a wonder +that anyone could hate her for her beautiful, innocent life.</p> + +<p>Yet there were those who did, and it was beginning to dawn +vaguely on the mind of the girl that it was so. She knew that +her life was passed differently from that of the other girls of her +age and class.</p> + +<p>There were no teachers, no companions, no pleasures for her, +and no promise of any change in the future.</p> + +<p>She wondered a little why it was so, but she never complained +to her grandfather. It was, perhaps, only his way, she said to +herself, little dreaming of the dark mystery that lay like a deep, +impassible gulf between her and the dwellers in the outside world +of which she knew so very, very little.</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span></p> + + + + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_VIII" id="CHAPTER_VIII">CHAPTER VIII.</a></h2> + + +<p>A week elapsed, and there seemed but little prospect of the +little prisoner's release from the haunted chambers of the ruined +wing.</p> + +<p>The Glenalvans' guest lingered on, fascinated, it appeared, by +the attractions of the beautiful Elinor. At least Elinor stoutly +maintained this fact in the privacy of the family circle, while +Clare as obstinately persisted that Mr. Chesleigh was perfectly +impartial in his attentions to both.</p> + +<p>But however doubtful was Elinor's impression, the fact remained +that he was pleased with his visit.</p> + +<p>He consented by their urgent invitation to prolong his stay another +week. The girls were jubilant over his decision.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile, old Dinah watched her secluded nursling with unremitting +vigilance. She could not remain with her all day, because +her housekeeping duties took her constantly into the lower +part of the house, but she visited her intermittently, and at night +rolled herself in a thick counterpane and slept on the floor by the +side of Golden's couch.</p> + +<p>She took the added precaution to turn the rusty key in the lock +at night.</p> + +<p>Old Dinah had never heard the familiar adage that "love +laughs at locksmiths."</p> + +<p>She was ordinarily a very sound and healthy sleeper. The mere +accident of a rheumatic attack, and consequent sleeplessness, had +caused her appearance the night Mr. Chesleigh had entered the +room.</p> + +<p>Usually she might have been lifted, counterpane and all, and +carried away bodily without being aware of it.</p> + +<p>Nearly two weeks after the night of her rencontre with Mr. +Chesleigh, old Dinah awoke suddenly "in the dead waste and +middle of the night," seized in the relentless grip of her old +enemy, the rheumatism.</p> + +<p>She rolled herself out of her quilt and sat upright, groaning +dolorously, and rubbing her knees in which the pain had settled.</p> + +<p>"Oh, Lordy! oh, Lordy!" she groaned, "how my ole bones +does ache! Miss Golden! Miss Golden! my precious lam', wake +up, and bid your ole brack mammy a las' far'well. I'm a-dyin', +sartin, shuah!"</p> + +<p>But Golden, usually a very light sleeper, made no reply. Dinah +reared her woolly head upward and looked into the bed.</p> + +<p>The bed was <i>empty</i>.</p> + +<p>Then Dinah looked around her in amazement to see if Golden +was not in the room, laughing at her lugubrious groans as she +had often done before. But she saw no trace of her young mistress.</p> + +<p>"Miss Golden! Miss Golden!" she called, "is you in de udder +room? Ef you is, come in here! I'se berry sick, honey, almos' +a-dyin'."</p> + +<p>But her repeated calls elicited no reply. It appeared that +pretty Golden was out of sight and hearing.</p> + +<p>Suddenly old Dinah saw the dainty, white, ruffled night-dress,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span> +in which Golden had retired that night, lying in a snowy heap +upon the floor.</p> + +<p>Dinah seized upon the garment and shook it vigorously, as if +she expected to see the slight form of her young mistress drop +from its folds to the floor.</p> + +<p>"Um—me-e-e," she groaned, "has de sperets carried de chile +off?"</p> + +<p>She glanced up at the row of pegs where she had hung Golden's +few articles of apparel. Her best dress—a dark-blue cashmere—was +gone, also her hat and a summer jacket.</p> + +<p>"She hab runned away from us," old Dinah exclaimed, with +almost a howl of despair.</p> + +<p>The thought inspired her with such grief and terror that she +forgot her ailment entirely. She hobbled out from the room and +made her way down stairs to her master's apartment and burst +into his presence—a ludicrous object indeed in her striped cotton +bed-gown.</p> + +<p>Old Hugh Glenalvan, late as it was, had not retired to bed. +Wrapped in an old wadded dressing-gown he sat in an easy-chair +before an old, carved oaken cabinet.</p> + +<p>One quaint little drawer was open, and the white-haired old man +was poring over some simple treasures he had taken from it—simple +treasures, yet dearer to his heart than gold or precious +stones—a few old photographs, an old-fashioned ambrotype in an +ebony case, a thin, gold ring and some locks of hair.</p> + +<p>Upon this sad and touching picture of memory and tenderness +old Dinah's grotesque figure broke startlingly.</p> + +<p>"Ole massa! ole massa!" she cried, wildly, "has you seen little +missie? Is she here with you?"</p> + +<p>The old man swept his treasures off his knees into the quaint +cabinet and looked at his old servant in amazement.</p> + +<p>"Dinah, what does this startling intrusion mean?" he inquired, +pushing his spectacles off his brow and regarding her with a mild +frown.</p> + +<p>"Little Golden is missing. She hab runned away from us, ole +massa!" shouted Dinah, desperately.</p> + +<p>"Dinah, you must be crazy," repeated Mr. Glenalvan, blankly.</p> + +<p>"It's de Lard's truth, ole massa. She hab done followed in her +mudder's footsteps! Dat han'some man ober at John Glenalvan's +has been and gone and 'ticed our Golden from us," wailed the +old negress, in despair.</p> + + + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_IX" id="CHAPTER_IX">CHAPTER IX.</a></h2> + + +<p>It was not long before Mr. Glenalvan had heard the whole of +Golden's simple love-story from his servant. They were filled with +horror and grief at its too probable termination.</p> + +<p>"Dinah, it may be that she has stolen out into the grounds for +a walk in the fresh air. She was growing very restless with the +close, indoor confinement. Have you thought of that?" he said, +hoping feebly against hope.</p> + +<p>"Shall I go out and look for her, den, ole massa?" said Dinah, +in a tone that plainly betrayed her hopelessness.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Let us both go," said old Hugh.</p> + +<p>They sallied forth anxiously into the brilliant moonlight that lay +in silvery brightness all over the sweet, southern landscape—old +Hugh, bareheaded, in his tattered dressing-gown, old Dinah in her +short night-dress, too ridiculous a figure for anyone to contemplate +without inward mirth.</p> + +<p>It so happened that Elinor, whom the hard exigencies of +poverty compelled to be her own dressmaker, had sat up late +that night to complete some alterations in a dress in which she +had intended to array her fair self for the morrow.</p> + +<p>Having stitched on the last bit of lace, she went to the window +and leaned out to cool her heated brow.</p> + +<p>"My head aches, and I am almost melted with sewing by that +hot lamp," she said to herself, fretfully. "How I hate this poverty +that grinds one down so! When once I am married to Bertram +Chesleigh I will never touch a needle again! I will order +all my dresses of Worth, of Paris. And I <i>will</i> marry Bertram +Chesleigh! I swear it; and woe be to anyone that tries to prevent +me!"</p> + +<p>Her dark eyes flashed luridly a moment, and her white hand +was angrily clenched.</p> + +<p>She was thinking of Clare, who had persisted in rivaling her +with Mr. Chesleigh.</p> + +<p>At that moment the subdued murmur of voices floated up to +her window from the lawn.</p> + +<p>She glanced down quickly, and saw old Dinah and her master +crossing the lawn, their grotesque shadows flying long and dark +before them in the brilliant moonlight.</p> + +<p>Quick as thought Elinor was out of her seat, and gliding softly +through the door in quest of her father.</p> + +<p>Before old Glenalvan and his servant had crossed the lawn, +two dark figures stole forth from the hall and silently followed +them.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p>On the green border of the silver lake two figures were standing +in the beautiful moonlight. One was a man, tall, dark, splendid, +with a princely beauty.</p> + +<p>His arm was thrown protectingly about a slender form that +clung lovingly to his side.</p> + +<p>It was Golden Glenalvan, dressed in a dark suit and light cloth +jacket, a neat, little walking-hat, set jauntily on her streaming, +golden curls.</p> + +<p>Her blue eyes were lifted tenderly, and yet anxiously to her +lover's face.</p> + +<p>"Oh, Bert," she said, giving him the tender name by which he +had taught her to call him, "you must indeed let me go now. +We have been saying good-bye at least a half an hour."</p> + +<p>"Parting is such a sweet pain," said the lover, bending to kiss +the tempting, up-turned lips. "Give me just one more minute, +my darling."</p> + +<p>"But I have been out so long," she objected, faintly. "What +if black mammy should awake and find me gone?"</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span></p> + +<p>"There is not the slightest danger," said Bertram Chesleigh +carelessly. "The old woman sleeps so soundly that a thunder-clap +would scarcely wake her."</p> + +<p>But just at that moment of his fancied security, old Dinah, in +Golden's deserted chamber, was vigorously shaking her empty +night-dress in a dazed attempt to evolve from its snowy folds the +strangely missing girl.</p> + +<p>Golden smiled, then sighed faintly. He kissed her lips before +the sigh had fairly breathed over them.</p> + +<p>"If you must indeed go, my darling," he said to her in a low +voice, freighted with passionate tenderness, "tell me once again, +my little Golden, how dearly you love me."</p> + +<p>"Love you," echoed the beautiful girl, and there was a Heaven +of tenderness in the starry blue eyes she raised to his face. "Oh, +my dearest, if I talked to you until the beautiful sun rose to-morrow, +I could not put my love into words. It is deep in my heart, +and nothing but death can ever tear it thence."</p> + +<p>She threw her arms around his neck, and their lips met in a +long, passionate kiss. There was a silence broken only by the +soft sigh of the rippling waves, while they stood</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i6">"tranced in long embraces,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mixed with kisses, sweeter, sweeter<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Than anything on earth."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>On that hush of exquisite silence that brooded round them, +broke hastening footsteps and angry voices.</p> + +<p>The lovers started back from each other in dismay to find themselves +surrounded by an astonished group.</p> + +<p>Old Dinah formed a central and conspicuous figure, beyond +which old Hugh Glenalvan's silvery locks fluttered forlornly in +the breeze.</p> + +<p>John Glenalvan and Elinor, his daughter, brought up the rear. +Perhaps the old gentleman and his servant were as much astonished +at seeing these followers as they were at the sight that met +their eyes.</p> + +<p>Old Dinah recovered her self-possession first of all, perhaps because +she had vaguely suspected some such eclaircissement from +the facts already in her possession.</p> + +<p>She rushed forward and caught her disobedient nursling by +the hand.</p> + +<p>"Oh, my darlin', my honey, chile," she cried. "Come away +from dat black-hearted wilyun to your grandpa and your ole +brack mammy."</p> + +<p>But to the consternation of everybody, the girl shook Dinah's +hand off, and clung persistently to her lover.</p> + +<p>He drew his arm protectingly around the slight figure, and +Golden cried out with pretty, childish defiance:</p> + +<p>"He loves me! he loves me! and I will not leave him."</p> + +<p>That sight and those words fairly maddened Elinor Glenalvan. +The blood seemed to boil in her veins.</p> + +<p>"Loves you—ha! ha! loves you, the child of sin and shame!" +she cried out, in a hoarse voice of bitter scorn and passion. "Oh,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span> +yes, he loves you. That is why he has lured you to your ruin, as +a stranger did your mother before you."</p> + +<p>"Hush, Elinor," said John Glenalvan, in his sternest tone; then +he looked at his father, who had crept to Golden's side, and stood +there trembling and speechless. "Father," he said, harshly, +"take the girl away. I must speak with Mr. Chesleigh alone."</p> + +<p>"I will not go," said Golden, and she looked up into her lover's +face with a strange, wistful pleading in her soft, blue eyes, and +in her sweet, coaxing lips.</p> + +<p>He bent down and whispered something that made her leave +his side and put her small hand gently into her grandfather's.</p> + +<p>"Grandpa, I will go home with you now," she said to him, +tremulously, and he led her away, followed by Dinah, who glared +angrily behind her, and muttered opprobrious invectives as she +went.</p> + +<p>If looks could have killed, Bertram Chesleigh would never have +lived to figure any further in the pages of my romance.</p> + + + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_X" id="CHAPTER_X">CHAPTER X.</a></h2> + + +<p>Bertram Chesleigh was left alone by the lake, with the angry +eyes of John Glenalvan glaring upon him, while Elinor, speechless +with rage, stood a little apart and watched him.</p> + +<p>"Mr. Chesleigh, may I ask the meaning of this singular scene?" +inquired his host, stiffly.</p> + +<p>Bertram Chesleigh, standing with folded arms in dignified silence, +opened his lips and said, briefly:</p> + +<p>"It means, Mr. Glenalvan, that I have made the acquaintance +of your niece and fallen in love with her."</p> + +<p>A threatening flash came into Elinor's eyes in the moonlight. +She bit her lips fiercely to keep back the words that rose to +them.</p> + +<p>"I am sorry to hear that," said John Glenalvan, in a subdued +voice. Inwardly he was raging with anger, but he allowed no +trace of it to escape him. "Will you tell me where and how you +became acquainted with that child?"</p> + +<p>"I must decline to do so," said the young man, firmly.</p> + +<p>John Glenalvan looked around at his daughter.</p> + +<p>"Elinor, return to the house," he said. "I will join you there +presently."</p> + +<p>Elinor walked away, but she did not return to the hall as her +father had commanded. Instead, she hid herself behind a clump +of willows, where she could hear every word that passed between +the two men.</p> + +<p>Some excited words ensued. Bertram Chesleigh was cool and +calm. He denied that John Glenalvan had any right to call him +to account for what he carelessly termed his innocent flirtation +with little Golden.</p> + +<p>"From what I can hear," he said, "you have treated the girl +both cruelly and wrongfully. I stand ready to answer to Golden's +grandfather for any wrong he may consider I have done, but I +shall make no apology to you, Mr. Glenalvan."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Why, not?" said the man, with repressed passion. "The girl is +my niece!"</p> + +<p>"Yet you have wickedly secluded her from all society, and +even debarred her of her freedom," said Bertram Chesleigh, indignantly. +"It is your fault alone that she has been driven to +seek the natural delights of youth in a clandestine manner."</p> + +<p>"It is not my fault, but her mother's," said John Glenalvan, +significantly.</p> + +<p>His face grew pale as he spoke; his eyes strayed furtively to +the quiet lake, lying silvery and serene in the clear moonlight.</p> + +<p>"How? I do not understand you," said the other, haughtily.</p> + +<p>John Glenalvan hesitated a moment. When he spoke it was +with an affectation of deep feeling and manly sorrow.</p> + +<p>"Mr. Chesleigh," he said, "your unhesitating charge against +me of cruelty to my niece forces me to the disclosure of a most +painful family secret—one that I would fain have guarded from +your knowledge. There is a strong reason for my course toward +Golden Glenalvan."</p> + +<p>He paused, and the listener said, hoarsely:</p> + +<p>"A reason——" then paused, because his voice had broken +utterly.</p> + +<p>"Yes, a reason," was the bitter reply. "Mr. Chesleigh, little +Golden is the child of my own and only sister, but—how shall I +tell you—she has no right and no place in the world. She is <i>a +nameless child</i>!"</p> + +<p>The solid earth seemed to reel beneath Mr. Chesleigh's feet. He +staggered back dizzily, and threw up his hands as if the man had +struck him.</p> + +<p>"He is proud. The blow tells fearfully," thought Elinor, watching +him through the trees with vindictive eyes. "Ah, my +defiant Golden, your last chance is gone now. He will never +look at you again!"</p> + +<p>"Mr. Glenalvan, you do not mean it. You are but trying my +credulity," cried Bertram Chesleigh.</p> + +<p>"Is it likely that I would publish a falsehood to my own discredit?" +inquired the other.</p> + +<p>"No, no—but, oh, God, this is too dreadful to believe!"</p> + +<p>"Dreadful, but true," groaned John Glenalvan. "Golden is +the child of sin and shame. If I had had my way she would have +been consigned to a foundling asylum. But my father weakly +insisted on rearing her himself, and I was injudicious enough to +permit it. The only stipulation I made was that she should be +kept away from the sight of the world as much as possible. I +see now that all precautions were useless. Young as she is, the +bad blood in her veins begins to show itself already in depraved +conduct."</p> + +<p>"Hush! do not censure her harmless meetings with me," said +Bertram Chesleigh, in a voice of agony. "The child is so pure +and innocent she has no idea of evil. I would die before I would +wrong her!"</p> + +<p>"I am glad to hear you say so," said the other. "If you really +mean it, perhaps you will agree to relinquish your useless pursuit<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span> +of her. You would not be willing to marry her after what you +have heard, I am quite sure."</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p>Meantime little Golden walked away with her grandfather, who +stumbled along like one in a painful dream, his gray head bowed +as if beneath the weight of sorrow, his footsteps faltering and +slow.</p> + +<p>He had not spoken one word, and his silence impressed Golden +with a sense of her wrong-doing and disobedience far more than +the loudest reproaches could have done.</p> + +<p>She clung to his hand, weeping and sighing, and shivering +silently at old Dinah's muttered invectives against Mr. Chesleigh.</p> + +<p>Hugh Glenalvan spoke no words to his granddaughter until he +had led her into the house.</p> + +<p>Then he sank into his chair, and his gray head drooped upon +his breast.</p> + +<p>Surprise and sorrow seemed to have deprived him of the power +of speech.</p> + +<p>Golden knelt at his feet and laid her golden head upon his +knee.</p> + +<p>"Grandpa, speak to me," she wailed. "Do not be angry with +your little Golden! Oh, grandpa, you have been so hard and strict +with me; you have kept me too secluded. If you had let me have +freedom and happiness like other girls, this never would have +happened!"</p> + +<p>"Hush, little missie; you must not speak to ole massa like dat," +cried Dinah, trying to pull her away. "You don't know what +you talkin' 'bout. Come away till ole massa is well enough to +talk to you 'bout dis fing."</p> + +<p>She lifted the girl and would have led her away, but the old +man waved his hand feebly to detain her, and so she placed her +in a chair instead.</p> + +<p>Then she brought a glass of wine and poured a little between +the white, writhing lips of her old master.</p> + +<p>"Grandpa, speak to me!" wailed Golden again.</p> + +<p>Old Dinah looked at her almost sternly, and said abruptly:</p> + +<p>"You must let him alone, Miss Golden, you have enamost kilt +him now, with your badness and deceit."</p> + +<p>"Black mammy, you shall not speak to me so," cried the girl, +resentfully, and then the bright head drooped on the arm of the +chair, and she wept bitterly, more from fright at the condition of +her grandfather, than from any tangible sense of her own wrong-doing.</p> + +<p>She loved her grandfather dearly, and the sight of his suffering +stabbed her tender heart deeply.</p> + +<p>While she wept silently, old Dinah busied herself in anxious +cares for the old man.</p> + +<p>He seemed frozen into a statue of despair, sitting with his head +bowed forlornly, and his vacant eyes on the floor.</p> + +<p>But quite suddenly he roused himself and looked around him +with a heavy, hopeless gaze.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Dinah, leave me alone," he said, with unwonted impatience. +"I am not ill, or if I am it is with a sickness beyond mortal healing. +Golden's disobedience and her cruel, undeserved reproaches +have broken my heart."</p> + +<p>Golden threw herself impulsively at his feet again.</p> + +<p>"Grandpa, forgive me," she wailed. "I shall die if you do not +say that you will pardon me!"</p> + +<p>He did not answer her. He only looked at his old black servant.</p> + +<p>"Dinah, you may leave us," he said, sorrowfully, "I had hoped +to keep the secret all my life; but the time has come when I must +reveal to my grandchild her mother's story."</p> + +<p>"Um-me-e e," groaned the old negress. "Sh, I t'ought it was +a brack day when John Glenalvan kem here dat mornin' a-askin' +ole massa to shut my pore chile up like a crim'nal."</p> + +<p>"Hush, Dinah," the old man repeated, pointing to the door. +She went out, and Golden turned her beautiful eyes, like blue +violets drowned in tears, upon his pale, drawn face.</p> + +<p>"Oh, grandpa," she cried, "you will tell me something of my +mother at last. I have so longed to hear something of my mother +and my father."</p> + +<p>A groan forced itself through Hugh Glenalvan's livid lips.</p> + +<p>"Your desire shall be gratified," he replied. "But the telling +will cost you great sorrow, child."</p> + +<p>Her beautiful face grew white and scared.</p> + +<p>"Oh, grandpa," she cried, "then Elinor and Clare told the truth. +My poor mother——"</p> + +<p>A bursting sob checked the rest of her speech.</p> + +<p>"Golden, before I tell you your mother's story, I must receive +your own confession. Dinah has told me all the beginning of your +acquaintance with my son's visitor. You must now give me the +history of what further intercourse has passed between you. How +comes it that my little Golden, whom I deemed so true and pure, +broke her promise to old Dinah?"</p> + +<p>The beautiful face drooped from his gaze, overspread with +warm, crimson blushes. No words came from the sweet, tremulous +red lips.</p> + +<p>"A promise, child, no matter how humble the person to whom +it is made, should be held perfectly sacred and inviolate," he continued. +"I could not have believed that you, the child I had +reared so carefully, could have been so ignoble as to falsify your +promise."</p> + + + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XI" id="CHAPTER_XI">CHAPTER XI.</a></h2> + + +<p>Beautiful Golden sobbed wildly at the reproachful words of her +grandfather.</p> + +<p>"Grandpa, I didn't mean it," she wept. "Indeed, indeed, I +intended to keep my promise to black mammy. It was quite by +accident that I broke it."</p> + +<p>"How could it have been by accident?" inquired the old man, +incredulously.</p> + +<p>"Do you remember my habit of sleep-walking?" she inquired.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Yes—ah, yes, for it has frightened me often to see a little, +white figure glide into my room at night, with vacant, unseeing +eyes. I always feared you would run into some terrible danger. +Your mother had the same unfortunate habit," replied the old +man.</p> + +<p>"Grandpa, it was through that habit of mine that I broke my +word to black mammy," said Golden, with an earnestness that +showed how truthful was her explanation.</p> + +<p>"Tell me how it occurred, Golden," he said, fixing his dim eyes +anxiously on her face.</p> + +<p>"Grandpa, I am almost ashamed to tell you," she replied, +blushing crimson, "but it was in this way. The night after Mr. +Chesleigh entered my room by accident, I was very restless in my +sleep. I will tell you the truth. I had begun to love the handsome +stranger. I thought of him before I fell asleep, and in my +restless slumbers I dreamed of him. So I fell into my old habit +of wandering in a state of somnambulism. It was a beautiful +moonlight night. I dressed myself and wandered out into the +grounds, and down by the lake, my favorite resting-place. Suddenly +I started, broad awake in the arms of Mr. Chesleigh. I had +gone too near the edge of the lake, and he had saved me from +falling in."</p> + +<p>She shuddered slightly, and resumed:</p> + +<p>"In common gratitude I was compelled to speak, and thank +the gentleman for saving me from a watery grave. Do you think +I was wrong to do so?"</p> + +<p>"It would have been cold and ungrateful to have omitted thanking +him," he admitted.</p> + +<p>"So I thought," said Golden.</p> + +<p>"If your intercourse had stopped there, Golden, I should have +had no words of blame for you. But you have carried on a secret +intrigue ever since. You have stolen out to meet that man +every night, have you not?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, grandpa, but we loved each other," said the simple +child, who seemed to think that was ample excuse for what she +had done.</p> + +<p>Hugh Glenalvan groaned, and remained lost in thought for a +moment.</p> + +<p>Then he bent down and whispered a question in her ear.</p> + +<p>She started violently; the warm, ever-ready color flashed into +her cheek; she threw up her head and looked at him with proud, +grieved eyes.</p> + +<p>"Grandpa, you hurt me cruelly," she replied. "Do not think +of me so unkindly. I am as pure as the snow."</p> + +<p>He seemed to be relieved by the words so quickly and proudly +spoken. The next minute he said, gravely:</p> + +<p>"My child, has this gentleman ever said anything to you of +marriage?"</p> + +<p>Little Golden remained silent and thoughtful a moment, then +she answered, steadily.</p> + +<p>"Yes."</p> + +<p>"He wishes to marry you, then?"</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Yes," answered the girl, with a little quiver of triumphant +happiness in her voice.</p> + +<p>"When?" he asked.</p> + +<p>A shadow fell over the fair, sweet face a moment.</p> + +<p>"I do not know exactly when," she replied. "But Mr. Chesleigh +will see you to-morrow—he told me just now that he would—and +then he will settle everything."</p> + +<p>There was a silence for a moment. The breeze sighed softly +through the trees outside; they could hear it in the utter stillness. +The dim, flaring light fell on the gray head of the old man, +drooping forlornly on his breast, and on the lovely, upturned +face of the girl, with its tender blue eyes and falling golden hair.</p> + +<p>"Grandpa," she whispered, "do not be angry with your little +girl. Put your hand on my head and say you forgive me for my +fault."</p> + +<p>He could not resist the coaxing voice and the asking blue +eyes. He laid his hand on the golden head and said, solemnly +and kindly:</p> + +<p>"I forgive you, my little Golden, and I pray Heaven that no +evil may come of this affair!"</p> + +<p>She kissed his wrinkled, tremulous, old hand, where it hung +over the arm of the chair.</p> + +<p>"Thank you," she said, gratefully. "I am so glad you are not +angry with me. And now, dear grandpa, I am going to kneel +right here and listen while you tell me my mother's story."</p> + +<p>In the momentary silence the wind outside seemed to sigh more +sadly through the trees; the dim light flared and flickered, casting +weird, fantastic shadows in the corners of the room. Deep, +heavy sighs quivered over the old man's lips as the beautiful, +child-like girl knelt there, with her blue eyes lifted so eagerly to +his face.</p> + + + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XII" id="CHAPTER_XII">CHAPTER XII.</a></h2> + + +<p>"You are the image of your mother, my child," said Golden's +grandfather. "She had a white skin, pink cheeks, blue eyes, +and shining hair. You inherit her happy, light-hearted disposition. +You bear the same name also—Golden Glenalvan."</p> + +<p>"Why was I never called by my father's name?" asked innocent +Golden.</p> + +<p>"My child, you anticipate my story," he answered, "but I will +tell you. You have no right to your father's name."</p> + +<p>A cry of terror came from the parted lips of the girl.</p> + +<p>"Oh, grandpa, you do not mean <i>that</i>—you could not be so +cruel!"</p> + +<p>"You must remember that it is not my fault," he answered.</p> + +<p>She sprang up and stood before him, with a look of white despair +on her lovely young face.</p> + +<p>"Now I understand it all," she said. "I know why my life +is so unlike that of other girls. Oh, grandpa, grandpa, tell me +where to find my mother that I may curse her for my ruined +life!"</p> + +<p>His only answer was a low and heart-wrung groan.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Grandpa, tell me where to find her," repeated little Golden, +wildly. "She must be living, for I remember now that no one +has ever told me plainly that she was dead. I will go to her—I +will reproach her for her sin! I will tell her what a life mine +has been—how I have been hated and despised for my mother's +fault, even by my kindred."</p> + +<p>Sighs, long and bitter, heaved the old man's breast, but he answered +her not. She flung herself weeping at his feet.</p> + +<p>"You do not speak!" she cried. "Oh, grandpa, tell me where +to find my cruel mother!"</p> + +<p>"She is with your father," said Hugh Glenalvan, in a deep and +bitter voice that showed what agony he endured in the revelation +of his daughter's disgrace and infamy.</p> + +<p>Golden threw up her little hands in convulsive agony.</p> + +<p>"Oh, not that!" she cried. "Tell me it is not true!"</p> + +<p>Again he had no answer for her, and Golden cried out reproachfully:</p> + +<p>"Grandpa, grandpa, why did you suffer her to be so wicked?"</p> + +<p>"It was through no fault of mine," he answered heavily.</p> + +<p>She looked at him in silent anguish a moment, then she asked +him:</p> + +<p>"Where is she? Tell me where to find her, if you know."</p> + +<p>"John told me she was in New York the last time he heard of +her; but that was years ago. I pray God that she may be dead +ere this."</p> + +<p>And then he wrung his hands, and the tears rolled down his +withered cheeks.</p> + +<p>"Oh, my lost little daughter, my precious little Golden," he +moaned in agony. "How little I dreamed in your innocent babyhood +that you were reserved for such a fate!"</p> + +<p>Golden was regarding him attentively.</p> + +<p>"Uncle John told you she was in New York," she said. +"What did Uncle John know? Did he hate my mother as he hates +me?"</p> + +<p>He looked at her, startled.</p> + +<p>"Hate your mother," he cried. "His own sister! No—of course +not—that is, not until she fell!"</p> + +<p>"He hated her then?" asked Golden, musingly.</p> + +<p>"Yes, he hated her then. I believe he could have killed her."</p> + +<p>"He should have killed her betrayer," said Golden, who seemed +suddenly to have acquired the gravity and thoughtfulness of a +woman.</p> + +<p>"I would have killed him myself if I could have laid hands on +the villain," said her grandfather, with sudden, irrepressible +passion.</p> + +<p>The bitter grief and impatient wrath of the girl had sobered down +into quietness more grievous than tears.</p> + +<p>Her face showed deathly white in the dim light; her lips were +set in a line of intense pain; her pansy-blue eyes had grown black +with feeling.</p> + +<p>She brought a low stool and sat down at her grandfather's feet, +folding her white hands meekly in her lap, and drooping her fair +head heavily.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Grandpa, I will not interrupt you again," she said. "I will +sit here quite still, and listen. Now tell me all my mother's +story."</p> + +<p>She kept her word.</p> + +<p>After he had told her all he had to tell, and she knew the +whole tragic story of her mother's disgrace, she still sat there silently, +with her dark eyes bent on her clasped hands.</p> + +<p>The cloud of shame and disgrace seemed to lower upon her +head with the weight of the whole world.</p> + +<p>"You understand all I have told, my child?" he said to her, +after waiting vainly for her to speak.</p> + +<p>She put her small hand to her head in a dazed, uncertain way.</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes, I think so," she replied. "But my head seems in a +whirl. I will ask you just a few questions, grandpa, to make +sure that I have understood."</p> + +<p>And then she seemed to fall into a "brown study." When +she had collected her thoughts a little she began to question him.</p> + +<p>"I think you said that my mother eloped at sixteen with a +handsome stranger whose acquaintance she had casually made +in her long, lonely rambles in the woods. In a few weeks she +wrote to you from New York that she was happily married. Am +I right, grandpa?"</p> + +<p>"Yes," he replied.</p> + +<p>"And then, although you and Uncle John wrote repeatedly, +you could hear no more from her until a year had passed, and +she came back unexpectedly one dreadful stormy night."</p> + +<p>She paused, and he murmured a dreary, "Yes, dear."</p> + +<p>"She was in sore trouble," the girl went on, slowly. "She +had found out that her husband had deceived her. She was not +legally his wife. Their marriage had only been a mock marriage. +So she left him."</p> + +<p>"That is right," he said, as she paused again.</p> + +<p>"And Uncle John, her only and elder brother, cursed her for +the disgrace she had brought on the Glenalvans. I think you +told me that, did you not, dear grandpa?" she said, lifting her +heavy eyes a moment to his sad, old face.</p> + +<p>"Yes, dear, he cursed her. John was always stern and hard, +and he was always jealous of our love for his little sister. He +thought we had spoiled her, and he was bitterly angry when she +returned to us in sorrow and shame. He was married to a woman +as hard as himself, and they were both for driving her forth +like a dog. But Dinah and I—for my daughter's mother had died +while she was away—were too tender-hearted for that. We +cared for the poor, desolate child in spite of John's threats and +curses."</p> + +<p>"And that very night I was born," said little Golden, with the +heaviest sigh in which any mortal ever cursed the ill-fated hour +of birth.</p> + +<p>"Yes, you were born in the storm and terror of that dreadful +night," he answered with a heavy sigh. "And your mother +almost broke her heart over you because you would never bear +the name of the man she had loved so well."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span></p> + +<p>"And that name, dear grandpa, tell me what it was," she +cried, with repressed eagerness.</p> + +<p>"My dear, she would never reveal that name. She loved him +although he had betrayed her. She was afraid of our vengeance."</p> + +<p>A look of keen disappointment came over the beautiful, mobile +face.</p> + +<p>"But, grandpa," she said, "when she wrote you from New +York, after she left you, in the first flush of her happiness, +when she had not your vengeance to fear, did she not reveal +her name then?"</p> + +<p>"Not even then," said the old man, bitterly. "She hinted +that there was some innocent but just cause for secrecy just +then, but that she would send her true name and address in +the next letter. That next letter never came."</p> + +<p>"There is not the slightest clew for me, then. I shall never +find my mother," said the girl, sorrowfully.</p> + +<p>"Golden, why should you wish to find her? She is a sinner, +leading a life of shame. She deserted you in your helpless infancy +to return to the arms of the villain who had betrayed her."</p> + +<p>"So Uncle John says," returned the girl, meaningly.</p> + +<p>He started, more at the tone than the words.</p> + +<p>"Golden, do you doubt him?" he cried.</p> + +<p>"Yes," said the girl steadily, turning on him the full splendor +of her purple-blue eyes, in which glowed a spark of indignant +fire. "Yes, grandpa, I doubt it. I utterly refuse to believe +such a scandalous story of my mother."</p> + +<p>He looked at her sadly, touched by her loyal faith in the +mother she had never known.</p> + +<p>"But think, my dear," he said. "You were but a few days +old when she stole away in the night and left you without a +line to tell us of her whereabouts. But John's blood was up. +He traced her to New York, and learned enough to be sure that +she had returned to her lover. Then he lost all trace of them, +and came home reluctantly enough, for he would have shot +the villain if he could have laid hands on him."</p> + +<p>"It is a plausible story," the girl said, thoughtfully. "I might +believe it if any one but John Glenalvan had told it. But oh, +grandpa, that man always reminds me of a snake in the grass."</p> + +<p>"My child, that is one of old Dinah's homely phrases," he remonstrated.</p> + +<p>"It is a very true one, though," she maintained, stoutly.</p> + +<p>He saw that he could not convince her, so he sighed and remained +silent.</p> + +<p>He had never thought of doubting his son's assertion himself. +Golden's incredulity awakened a vague sense of uneasiness +in his mind.</p> + +<p>The girl sat silently also for a brief space of time, while the +old clock in the corner slowly ticked away the moments of that +momentous night.</p> + +<p>She roused herself from her drooping, dejected attitude at +last and looked up at the quiet old man.</p> + +<p>"Grandpa," she said anxiously, as if some sudden doubt or<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span> +fear had come into her mind, "what will Bert say when he hears +this dreadful story?"</p> + +<p>"Bert?" said her grandfather, questioningly.</p> + +<p>"Mr. Chesleigh, I mean," she replied. "What will he say +when my story is known to him? Will he, too, hate me for my +mother's sin?"</p> + +<p>A look of pain and dread came over the sad, old face.</p> + +<p>"My darling, how can I tell?" he said. "I have heard that +the Chesleighs are very proud. It is only too likely that he will +scorn you when he knows the truth. I am afraid you must give +up all thought of loving him, dear."</p> + +<p>A strange, intense look came over the beautiful young face.</p> + +<p>"I cannot do that," she said. "I love him with my whole +heart! I shall love him all my life. He loves me, too, grandpa. +He cannot give me up! He will be true to me. I am not to +blame for my mother's fault."</p> + +<p>"No, dear, I know that," he answered; "but the sins of the +parents are visited on the children. It is not likely that Mr. +Chesleigh will care to wed a nameless girl. He is wealthy and +high-born, and can have his choice from among the best in the +land. Your Cousin Elinor aspires to marry him."</p> + +<p>"He will never marry Elinor," said little Golden, decidedly. +"He loves me alone. He will be true to me."</p> + +<p>"God grant it, dear," her grandfather said, with a patient sigh, +in which there was but little hope.</p> + +<p>Then he looked up and saw the first pale gleams of the summer +dawn stealing into the room through the open window.</p> + +<p>The birds began to warble their mating songs in the broad-leaved +magnolia trees outside, as if there were no care nor sorrow, +nor blighting disgrace anywhere in the wide, beautiful +world.</p> + +<p>"My little one," he said to the grave, hollow-eyed child, who +seemed suddenly to have grown a full-statured woman, "go to +your room and rest. You look terribly ill and wretched. Do not +go back to the haunted chamber again, but to your old room +down stairs. Try to sleep, if you can."</p> + +<p>He looked after her in wonder as she turned to obey him. Yesterday +she had been a beautiful, charming, careless child, full of +pretty, evanescent angers and quick repentances.</p> + +<p>The bloom, the smiles, the brightness were all gone now. The +gold-brown lashes drooped heavily against the death-white cheeks, +the sweet lips quivered heart-brokenly, the slow and lagging step +was that of a weary woman.</p> + + + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XIII" id="CHAPTER_XIII">CHAPTER XIII.</a></h2> + + +<p>As soon as she had reached the seclusion of her own chamber, +little Golden threw herself across her bed and wept as though her +tender heart would break.</p> + +<p>Strangely nurtured as she had been, the pride of race had been +as strong in her young heart as that of any Glenalvan of them +all, and the shock of her grandfather's revelation had been a terrible +one.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I wish that I had died in my innocent babyhood," she wept; +and her black mammy, who had been lingering near her unobserved, +came forward to her and said quickly, while she smoothed +the golden hair lovingly with her old black hands:</p> + +<p>"You must not say dat, honey, chile. I has great hopes in your +life. I has almos' wore out my ole brack knees a-prayin' an' a-prayin' +to de good Lawd dat you might be de instrument to sabe +your mudder from her sinful life."</p> + +<p>Little Golden looked at her black mammy with a kind of pathetic +wonder in her beautiful, tearful eyes.</p> + +<p>"How could I do that, black mammy?" she said.</p> + +<p>"By seekin' dat poor soul out, Miss Golden, and 'suadin' her to +forsake dat wicked man, an' spend de balance ob her life in prayin' +an' repentin' ob her deadly sins," said Dinah, devoutly and +earnestly.</p> + +<p>Golden sat up in the bed and looked at Dinah with eager, shining +eyes and impulsively clasped hands.</p> + +<p>"Ah, black mammy, if I only could," she cried; "but you forget +I do not know where to find her. I do not even know the +name of that dreadful man."</p> + +<p>And she shivered at the thought of his wickedness. She remembered +that he was her father, that his bad blood flowed in +her veins.</p> + +<p>Old Dinah was looking at her strangely.</p> + +<p>"Little missie, what would you think if I could tell you his +name?" she said, with a little note of triumph in her tone.</p> + +<p>"Could you—oh, could you?" cried little Golden, impulsively.</p> + +<p>"Jest wait one minute, darlin'," said Dinah, hobbling out of the +room.</p> + +<p>Golden waited, wonderingly and impatiently.</p> + +<p>After a little while Dinah returned, and laid a small package, +wrapped in tissue paper, in her hand.</p> + +<p>Golden removed the wrappers tremblingly. A small bit of +crumpled pasteboard fell out into her hand.</p> + +<p>She straightened it out and devoured with eager eyes the aristocratic +name printed upon it in small, clear, black type.</p> + +<p>Then she raised her gleaming eyes to the excited face of the old +black woman.</p> + +<p>"So," she said with a long, deep, sobbing breath, "this is my +father's name?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, chile, leastways I has de berry best reason for finking +so," replied Dinah, promptly.</p> + +<p>"Then you are not sure?" cried the girl, and there was a note +of keen disappointment in her voice.</p> + +<p>"All I know is dis, honey. It fell outer your mudder's pocket +de night when you was born. She was drawin' out her handkercher, +an' it fell onto de floor 'thout her seein' it. I didn't say +nofin' to de poor, distracted chile. I only picked the keerd up +and put it away. I sabed it for you, honey, chile."</p> + +<p>"And I am very grateful to you, black mammy," said the girl. +"You had very good reason for thinking it was my father's name. +But it is a wonder you never gave it to grandpa, or to Uncle +John."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Who? <i>Me</i> gib John Glenalvan anything, or tell him anything? +Not to sabe his brack soul from de debbil, who's got a bill ob sale +for him!" cried Dinah, flying into a rage, as she always did at the +mention of Golden's uncle.</p> + +<p>"Black mammy, why do you hate my uncle so bitterly?" asked +Golden.</p> + +<p>"'Cause he's a snake in de grass," replied Dinah, shortly.</p> + +<p>"I know that—at least I have always felt it," said Golden, +meditatively; "but there must be some particular reason, mammy. +Tell me what it is."</p> + +<p>"Well, den, if you mus' know, dere's two reasons," said +Dinah. "De first is dat he hated your pore, sweet mudder. +De second one is dat he's like a human wampire fastened on +your gran'pa."</p> + +<p>"I don't understand what you mean by your second reason," +said Golden, gravely.</p> + +<p>Dinah looked at her a moment in meditative silence; then she +said abruptly:</p> + +<p>"I don't keer what dey say, I'll tell you, my chile. Your Uncle +John done badgered and badgered your grandpa while you +was a leetle, teeny babby until, for de sake ob peace, dat pore ole +man done made John a deed to Glenalvan Hall and de whole estate. +Your gran'pa ain't no more dan a beggar in the ole hall +his own fader left him in his will."</p> + +<p>"But why did my grandfather give away his property like +that?" asked the girl.</p> + +<p>"'Cause John swore if he didn't do it dat he would carry you +off and put you into a foundling asylum. You was a pore, leetle, +deliky babby then, and we skeecely 'spected you would live +from one day to de nex' one. So to hab de pleasure ob keepin' +an' tendin' you de ole man 'sented to beggar hisself."</p> + +<p>"Grandpa did all that for my unworthy sake, and yet I reproached +him for being strict and hard with me! Oh, how wicked +and ungrateful he must think me," cried the girl, tearfully.</p> + +<p>"No he don't, honey, chile," said the black woman, soothingly, +"you see he knowed dat you wasn't 'ware of all what you +had to t'ank him for."</p> + +<p>"No, indeed, I never dreamed of all I had cost him," exclaimed +beautiful Golden, self-reproachfully. "And so, black mammy, +we are only staying at Glenalvan Hall on the sufferance of my +uncle?"</p> + +<p>"Dat's jest de way ob it, missie. And, look ye, too dat ongrateful, +graspin' wilyun has done threaten your pore gran'pa, +time and ag'in, to pack bofe of you'uns off to de pore-house."</p> + +<p>"The unnatural monster!" exclaimed little Golden, in a perfect +tempest of passionate wrath.</p> + +<p>"Well you may say so," cried Dinah, in a fever of sympathy. +"De debbil will nebber git his due till he gets John Glenalvan! +De blood biles in my ole vains when I fink ob all de insults dat +man has heaped on his own fader, 'long ob you and your pore +misguided mudder."</p> + +<p>Beautiful little Golden sat upright regarding the excited old +woman in grave silence. Her blue eyes were on fire with indignation<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span> +and grief. At times she would murmur: "Poor, dear +grandpa, dear true-hearted grandpa," and relapse into silence +again.</p> + +<p>She roused herself at last from her musing mood, and looked +up at Dinah. There was a hopeful light in the soft, blue eyes, so +lately drowned in tears of sorrow and despair.</p> + +<p>"Black mammy, I have been thinking," she said, "and I will +tell you what I mean to do."</p> + +<p>"What, honey?"</p> + +<p>"I will tell you a secret, mammy. Mr. Chesleigh loves me. +We are—that is, I will be his wife one of these days."</p> + +<p>"Miss Golden, is dat so?" cried black mammy, delighted. "I +am so glad! I was 'fraid—well, nebber min' what I was 'fraid of, +chile; but 'deed I is so glad dat Mr. Chesly's gwine to marry you. +He is a rich man, honey. You kin snap your lily fingers at ugly +Marse John, when once you is Mr. Chesly's wife."</p> + +<p>"Yes, he is very rich, black mammy," said the girl, with a +pretty, almost childish complacency. "He has told me so, and +he tells me I shall have jewels and fine dresses, and all that heart +could desire when I go to live with him—I mean," blushing rosy +red, "when I become his wife."</p> + +<p>"And powerful pretty you will look in dem fine tings, honey," +said her black mammy, admiringly.</p> + +<p>"But the best thing of all, black mammy, is that I shall be able +to take grandpa away from this place, and love him and care for +him," cried Golden, exultantly. "I shall take you, too, mammy, +for you have been the only mother I ever knew. Grandpa shall +have the happiest home in the world, and Bert and I will both +love him dearly, dearly!"</p> + +<p>"And your pore, lost mudder, darlin', you had forgotten her," +said Dinah, a little wistfully, her thoughts straying back through +the mist of years, to the lost little nursling who had fluttered +from the safe parental nest, and steeped the white wings of her +soul in the blackness of sin.</p> + +<p>But Golden shook her dainty head decidedly.</p> + +<p>"No, black mammy, I had not forgotten," she said. "When +I am Bert's wife, he shall help me to seek and save my poor, lost +mother. We will try to win her back to the path of right, and +save her soul for Heaven," she concluded, with girlish ardor and +fervency.</p> + +<p>"May the good Lawd help you to succeed, my innercent +lamb," said the good old black woman, prayerfully. "Her little +soul was too white and tender for de brack debbil to git it at de +last for his brack dominions."</p> + +<p>There was a sudden tap at the door. Golden looked at it eagerly +and expectantly, while Dinah threw it open.</p> + +<p>A small black boy, a servant of John Glenalvan, stood outside +with a sealed letter in his hand.</p> + +<p>"For Missie Golden, from Mass Chesleigh," he said, putting it +in Dinah's hand, and quickly retiring.</p> + +<p>Dinah carried it silently to her mistress, who kissed the superscription, +and eagerly tore it open.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span></p> + +<p>The thick, satin-smooth sheet rustled in the trembling little +hand as the blue eyes ran over it, lovingly and eagerly.</p> + +<p>As she read, the tender, loving eyes grew wild and startled, an +ashen shade crept around the rosebud lips, the young face whitened +to the corpse-like hue of death. She crumpled the sheet in +her hand at last, and threw it wildly from her, while a cry of +intolerable anguish thrilled over her white lips.</p> + +<p>"Oh, mammy, mammy, my heart is broken—broken! I shall +never see him again. He has forsaken me for my mother's sin!"</p> + +<p>Then she fell back cold and rigid, like one dead upon the bed. +Dinah flew to her assistance, cursing in her heart the wickedness +and heartlessness of men.</p> + +<p>But though she worked busily and anxiously, the morning sun +rode high in the heavens before the deeply-stricken girl recovered +her consciousness. Her grandfather was watching beside +her pillow when her eyes first opened, and she threw her arms +around his neck and wept long and bitterly on his faithful breast.</p> + +<p>"You were right," she whispered to him. "You know the +cruel world better than I did. He has left me, grandpa—I shall +never see him again. He discards me for my mother's sin."</p> + +<p>She wept and moaned all day, refusing all consolation. She +was terrified by the coldness and cruelty of the world that condemned +her for the sins of others.</p> + +<p>Many and many a time she had chafed at the narrowness and +loneliness of her lot, but she had never known sorrow until to-day.</p> + +<p>Its horrible reality crushed her down before its pitiless strength +like the fury of the storm-rain. A crushed and bleeding victim, +she lay weak and stunned in its victorious path.</p> + +<p>At nightfall she slept, wearied out by the force and violence of +her deep, overmastering emotion.</p> + +<p>Old Dinah persuaded her weary, haggard old master to retire +to his room and bed, promising to watch faithfully herself by +the sick girl.</p> + +<p>She dozed until midnight, when, as Golden still slept on heavily, +she permitted herself to take a wary nap in an old arm-chair. +It was daylight when the weary, suffering old creature awoke. +The beautiful Golden was gone.</p> + +<p>A little three-cornered note lay on the pillow that still held the +impress of the dear little head. The child had written sorrowfully +to her grandfather:</p> + +<blockquote> +<p>"Grandpa, darling, I have only brought you trouble and sorrow +all my life-time, so I am going away. Your son will be +kinder to you when I am gone, and your life will be less hard; +perhaps black mammy will be kind and faithful to you, so you +will not miss your thoughtless little Golden very much. God +bless you, grandpa, you must pray for me nightly, for I am going +to seek my mother, the erring mother who cursed me with life! +If indeed, she is living in sin and shame, I will strive to reclaim +her and restore her to the safe path of virtue. I have nothing +else to live for. Love and happiness, the delights of this world, +are not for me. It shall be <i>the dream of my life-time</i> to find and +save my wronged and erring mother."</p> +</blockquote> + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span></p> + + + + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XIV" id="CHAPTER_XIV">CHAPTER XIV.</a></h2> + + +<p>From the fair southern clime where her lines had hitherto been +cast, little Golden traveled straight to the great, thronged city of +New York.</p> + +<p>During her long day and night of intense suffering, the thought, +first suggested to her mind by old Dinah, of seeking and reclaiming +her erring mother, had fastened on her mind with irresistible +force and power.</p> + +<p>Every thought and feeling of this beautiful, unhappy child +was as pure as that of an angel.</p> + +<p>The knowledge that the young mother who had given her +birth was living a life of sin and dishonor was most revolting to +her mind. She could not think of it without a mortal shudder.</p> + +<p>When Dinah fell asleep by her pillow the girl awakened suddenly +and lay for a little while in silent meditation. The idea +she had been silently revolving in her mind all day gathered +strength in the solitude and stillness of the midnight hour.</p> + +<p>Golden was young, buoyant, ignorant of the world, and +thought not of the difficulties that would hedge the path of duty +which she was marking out for her little, untried feet.</p> + +<p>She did not know how dear she was to her grandfather's heart, +and how bitterly he would be wounded by her desertion. She +only thought of escaping from the life which had suddenly become +so unbearable, and of filling her heart with other aims now +that the love she had given so lavishly from the depths of a +warm and generous heart, had been cast back to her in scorn +and contempt.</p> + +<p>In the pocket of her best cashmere dress was a little purse +filled with gold pieces of which no one knew but herself.</p> + +<p>Bertram Chesleigh had given it to her in a happy, never-to-be-forgotten +hour which now it almost killed her even to recall.</p> + +<p>Almost staggering with weakness, Golden rose and silently +and cautiously dressed herself in her blue cashmere dress and +hat and jacket.</p> + +<p>She decided not to take anything with her. It would be easier +to purchase new things when she had arrived in New York.</p> + +<p>When she was ready to go, Golden knelt down a moment and +pressed her fair cheek lovingly and sorrowfully to the toil-worn +wrinkled hand of her old black mammy.</p> + +<p>She loved the old negress dearly. Under that homely black +breast beat the only heart that had ever given a mother's love to +the beautiful, forsaken child of poor, wronged and misguided +little Golden.</p> + +<p>Then with a lingering, loving, backward glance around, the +girl left the room and proceeded to her grandfather's apartment.</p> + +<p>The kind old man was asleep with a look of care and anxiety +deeply imprinted on his pale, worn features.</p> + +<p>Golden pressed her trembling lips to the thin, gray locks that +straggled over the pillow, and her girlish tears fell on them, +shining like jewels in the dim gleam of the night-lamp.</p> + +<p>Then Golden stole away noiselessly. There was one more farewell +to be said ere she set forth on the mission whose only clew<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span> +lay in the crumpled card hidden away securely in the little purse +of gold.</p> + +<p>She knelt down on the banks of the tranquil little lake she had +always loved so dearly, and clasped her little hands and lifted +her white face in the bright moonlight.</p> + +<p>"Farewell, little lake," she murmured to the silvery, tranquil +sheet of water. "I pray God that the time may come when I +shall kneel by you again, and tell you that I have reclaimed my +erring mother, and that her soul has been washed as pure and +free from sin as the lilies sleeping on your breast."</p> + +<p>Was it only little Golden's excited fancy, or did a shadow, soft +and impalpable as a mist wreath, and pale as the moonbeams, +glide across the still water in the form of a woman, and a voice +as soft and low as the sigh of the breeze murmur sadly:</p> + +<p>"Bless you, my daughter."</p> + +<p>She started and looked around; the voice and vision had been +so real she could hardly imagine it fancy, but the phantom shape +had dissolved into moonbeams again, and the voice had melted +into music on the "homeless winds."</p> + +<p>"If my poor mother was dead I should believe that her spirit +had blessed me," said the beautiful girl to herself. "But she is +alive, so it could not have been she, perhaps it was my guardian +angel."</p> + +<p>She plucked a beautiful, large, white lily from the lake and +started on her way to the railway station, carrying the spotless +flower in her hand.</p> + +<p>Perhaps some thought of the poet, Longfellow's, verses came +to her mind:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Bear a lily in thine hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Gates of brass cannot withstand<br /></span> +<span class="i1">One touch of that magic wand,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Bear through sorrow, wrong and ruth,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">On thy lips the smile of truth,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">In thy heart the dew of youth."<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XV" id="CHAPTER_XV">CHAPTER XV.</a></h2> + + +<p>We will return to Bertram Chesleigh, little Golden's recreant +lover.</p> + +<p>All of John Glenalvan's influence had been brought to bear on +the proud young man to induce him to relinquish his pursuit of +the beautiful girl whose acquaintance he had so strangely and +imprudently formed.</p> + +<p>Mr. Chesleigh's own pride of birth, united to John Glenalvan's +artful innuendoes, was a powerful ally in the young man's +mind against his love for the lonely and beautiful little girl.</p> + +<p>In the light of John Glenalvan's revelations, a great revulsion +had taken place in his mind.</p> + +<p>He heartily wished that he had never made the acquaintance +of the lovely little creature, or that he had not followed it up +with such ardor and passion.</p> + +<p>With few, if any exceptions, men are naturally selfish. Bertram +Chesleigh, who had never known a desire unfulfilled in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span> +the course of his prosperous life, was no exception to the general +rule.</p> + +<p>In pursuing his acquaintance with little Golden, he had been +actuated more by a regard for his own pleasure than by any +thought of risk for her.</p> + +<p>In the light of recent developments, he thought also first of +himself. How to escape from the consequences of his headlong +passion became momentarily a paramount consideration.</p> + +<p>When his conscience reproached him he replied to it that it was +only natural and right that he should think first of himself.</p> + +<p>He had his high social station to maintain, and he was quite +sure that his friends and relations would have declined to receive +even as his bride, a woman of stained birth.</p> + +<p>Golden had, it seemed, no place in the world, no social status +whatever.</p> + +<p>If he made her his bride, his troubles and embarrassments would +be legion. If he left her all would go well with him, and he +argued with himself that the child would speedily forget him and +resign herself to her strange and lonely life.</p> + +<p>So, under the influence of these vexing thoughts, and John +Glenalvan's specious arguments and representations, that unjust +letter was written to poor, suffering little Golden.</p> + +<p>Ah, we are so careless and so thoughtless over what we write. +Bertram Chesleigh was not a bad man, and never meant to be +cruel, and yet he had done more harm in the writing of that letter +than if he had pierced the tender heart with a dagger.</p> + +<p>Even while writing it he felt ashamed and sorry, yet no premonition +came to tell him of the dim future when he would have +given tears of blood to have obliterated even the memory of that +letter from the heart of little Golden which it had seared as with +the breath of fire.</p> + +<p>He never forgot a single word of that letter he had written to +her, although in his haste and agitation he had kept no copy of +it. It did not seem so hard to him at first as it did afterward, +when he knew what suffering the writing had caused and the +consequences were forever beyond recall.</p> + +<p>After he had written and dispatched it he made his adieu to the +family of John Glenalvan and departed, feeling like a coward, +while if he had truly understood the depth of tenderness and +capabilities of woe in the girl he had deserted, he might have felt +more like a murderer.</p> + +<p>The Glenalvans, while terribly disappointed in their hopes for +Elinor, were relieved at the departure of their guest for the present. +Elinor entreated her father to make arrangements for removing +Golden out of the way in case the young man should repeat his +visit, and he promised, with an oath more forcible than polite, +that he would certainly do so.</p> + +<p>But before he had taken any decisive step in the furtherance +of his purpose, the unfortunate girl had taken her fate in her own +hands. When John Glenalvan entered the ruined wing the +second day for the purpose, as he had emphatically expressed it, +of "having it out with his father in cursed few words," he found<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span> +the old man and his faithful old servant in a frenzy of grief and +despair over Golden's farewell letter.</p> + +<p>John was unfeignedly glad that Golden had gone away herself +without giving him the trouble and annoyance of sending her.</p> + +<p>"It is much better as it is, father," he said to the poor, broken-hearted +old creature. "I fully intended to send the girl away. +She has only saved herself the ignominy of a summary dismissal. +Do not fret yourself over her. She has only forsaken you to lead +a life of shame with her erring mother. I hope that a lightning +flash may strike her dead before she ever returns here again to +disgrace and shame us yet further!"</p> + +<p>"Forbear, John. You are cruel and impious," cried the old +man, lifting his hand feebly, and his son strode angrily out of +the room, muttering curses "not loud but deep," and followed +by the vivid lightnings of old Dinah's black eyes.</p> + +<p>"Oh, de brack-hearted wilyun!" she muttered. "May de good +Lard hasten de time ob punishment for his cruel sins!"</p> + + + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XVI" id="CHAPTER_XVI">CHAPTER XVI.</a></h2> + + +<p>The first thing that happened to little Golden Glenalvan after +she arrived in the city of New York, was something that not infrequently +happens to simple and inexperienced travelers.</p> + +<p>She had her pocket picked of her purse by some expert thief. +Such things have often happened in the annals of New York +crime, and will again, but it is probable that no one's life was +ever so much affected by such a loss as was the unfortunate +little Golden's.</p> + +<p>She found herself by this totally unlooked-for catastrophe +thrown into the streets of the great, wicked city penniless, +friendless, and utterly forsaken. Every cent she possessed in +the world had been in the little purse, together with the card +that bore her father's name. The latter was not so great a loss +to her. The name of the man who had wronged her mother +was engraven on her mind in characters that were never to be +destroyed.</p> + +<p>Her little plans for the discovery of her mother, laid with such +girlish art, were all turned away by this accident. She had +meant to take cheap lodgings somewhere, and prosecute her +search, but now she knew not what to do, nor where to turn.</p> + +<p>The great, busy city, with its strange faces and hurry and +bustle frightened her, even though she dreamed not in her +girlish innocence of its festering sin and underlying wickedness.</p> + +<p>Sinking down on a secluded seat in Central Park where she +had been walking when she first discovered her loss, she sobbed +bitterly in her grief and distress—so bitterly that a well-dressed, +benevolent-looking lady who was walking along a path with a +pretty poodle frisking before her, went up to her with kind +abruptness.</p> + +<p>"My dear little girl," she said, laying her hand gently on the +showering, golden wealth of hair that escaped from Golden's +little sailor hat, "what is the matter? Can I help you?"</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span></p> + +<p>Golden lifted her head and the lady who had a kind, middle-aged +face, decidedly aristocratic, started and uttered a cry of surprise +at the beautiful, girlish face with its tearful eyes like purple-blue +pansies drowned in dew.</p> + +<p>In a moment the lady's quick eyes had seen from the cut and +fashion of Golden's simple garments that she was a stranger in +New York. She repeated kindly:</p> + +<p>"What ails you, my child? Have you become separated from +your friends?"</p> + +<p>"No, for I have not a friend in this whole, great city. But I have +lost my purse," answered Golden, with childish directness.</p> + +<p>The lady sat down beside her and regarded her a moment in +thoughtful silence. She saw nothing but the most infantile sweetness, +purity and truth in the lovely, troubled young face. She was +touched and interested.</p> + +<p>"So you have lost your purse?" she said. "Have you had your +pocket picked?"</p> + +<p>"I do not know," answered Golden, forlornly. "I carried it in +my jacket pocket, and awhile ago, when I felt for it I discovered +that it was gone."</p> + +<p>"Now, I am quite sure you are a stranger in New York," said +the lady. "If you belonged in the city you would know better +than to carry your purse carelessly in the pocket of your walking +jacket. New York is full of sneak thieves who are on the watch +for the unwary. You say you have not a friend in the city. Where +are you from, my child?"</p> + +<p>"From the south," replied Golden.</p> + +<p>"Did you come to New York alone?"</p> + +<p>"Yes madam. I am an orphan," replied the girl, not wishing to +disclose her history to her interrogator.</p> + +<p>"What do you wish for in this great city?" asked the lady.</p> + +<p>"I want to find some employment at present. Can you help me?" +asked Golden, timidly and beseechingly lifting her large blue eyes +to the interested face of the lady.</p> + +<p>"Perhaps I can," said the lady, smiling gently. "What kind of +employment do you wish? What kind of work can you do?"</p> + +<p>The beautiful, girlish face grew a little blank. She remembered +her careless, idle life at Glenalvan Hall, where no one ever taught +her anything but her grandfather and old Dinah. She was compelled +to confess despondently that she did not know how to do +anything.</p> + +<p>The lady who was a really good woman with a decidedly benevolent +turn, studied the drooping face attentively. She saw that there +was some mystery about the girl, but the lovely young face was so +guileless and winning that she could see no evil in it. She asked +her, rather abruptly, what her name was.</p> + +<p>"Golden Glenalvan," answered the girl, and the lady frowned +slightly, and said it was too fanciful and pretty.</p> + +<p>"If you are going to work for your living, I would advise you +to call yourself by some plain and common name, such as Jones or +Brown or Smith."</p> + +<p>"Then I will call myself Mary Smith," replied Golden, resignedly.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span></p> + +<p>"That will do very well. Now, my child, do you think you +would like to undertake chambermaid's work?"</p> + +<p>She glanced, as she spoke, at the girl's ungloved hands, and +saw that they were delicately white and aristocratic, so she answered +the question negatively to herself before Golden answered, +shrinkingly and timidly:</p> + +<p>"I do not believe I would like it, madam, but I am willing to +try. I must do something to support myself, and I have no +choice left me since I do not know how to do anything."</p> + +<p>The lady looked at her a little wonderingly.</p> + +<p>"My child, if you would tell me something about yourself I +might know better how to help you," she said. "It is quite +evident that you have met with reverses. You are unaccustomed +to labor, and you look like a born lady."</p> + +<p>Golden was silent, and a deep blush colored her face. Not for +worlds would she have told her sad story to this gentle woman.</p> + +<p>She fancied that the sweet pity beaming from her gray eyes +now would change to scorn and contempt, if she could know that +she was a nameless child seeking a lost and guilty mother.</p> + +<p>"Perhaps you have imprudently run away from your friends," +she said, questioningly, and striking so near the truth that Golden +burst into tears again, and would have left her but that she detained +her by a firm yet gentle pressure of the hand.</p> + +<p>"Do not go," she said. "I want to help you if I can. Perhaps +I could tell you something you are far too young and innocent to +know."</p> + +<p>"What is that, ma'am?" asked Golden, looking at her questioningly.</p> + +<p>"This, my child—that one so pretty and simple as you are +should not be alone and friendless in this great city. You are in +the greatest danger. Beauty is only a curse to a poor girl who +has to earn her own living."</p> + +<p>"Yes, madam," Golden answered, with perfect meekness, +though she crimsoned painfully.</p> + +<p>"So I think," continued her kind friend, "that a home and +shelter in even the humblest capacity is better for you than to be +wandering alone in the streets homeless and penniless."</p> + +<p>"I know that," said Golden, "but I have nowhere to go," and +the pathos of the tearful tone touched the kind lady's heart.</p> + +<p>"My child, I have been thinking about that," she said. "I +have a friend who needs a nurse for her little invalid girl. Should +you like to try for the situation?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes," Golden answered, gratefully.</p> + +<p>"The little girl is the petted and only daughter of wealthy people," +continued the kind lady. "She is delicate, and has been +humored and spoiled injudiciously all her life, until she is, at +times, quite overbearing and disagreeable, so much so indeed that +her mother can scarcely keep a nurse for her more than a week or +two at a time. Are you frightened at my description? Have you +a good store of patience?"</p> + +<p>"I have been impatient and self-willed all my life," confessed +Golden, frankly.</p> + +<p>"Yet you have a sweet-tempered face, if there is any truth in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span> +physiognomy," said her new friend. "It seems to me that you +could not grow impatient ministering to the needs of that poor, +little invalid child. Think how much happiness you could give +the poor, ailing little soul if you tried. And when you are as old +as I am," she added, with a faint sigh, "you will understand that +the greatest pleasure in life is in giving happiness to others."</p> + +<p>"I will try to be patient and kind to the child, if you will be +so kind as to get the place for me," said little Golden, trembling +with eagerness.</p> + +<p>"Very well, my dear; I will myself accompany you to my +friend's house and speak a kind word in your favor. It is rather +a risk to run, this introducing and vouching for a total stranger, +but I believe that your gentle, honest face will be a passport to +Mrs. Desmond's favor, just as it has been to mine. You will follow +me, now, my child."</p> + +<p>Golden walked on with the warm-hearted woman some distance +through the beautiful green park, when, to her surprise, her benefactress +stopped before an elegant, liveried carriage, with quite +an imposing-looking driver in a white hat and gloves.</p> + +<p>"Drive to Mrs. Desmond's, John," she said, as the footman +handed her and her timid <i>protege</i> into the carriage.</p> + +<p>Little Golden felt like one in a bewildering dream as she lay +back among the luxurious satin cushions and was whirled through +the stately streets, past the beautiful buildings and brown-stone +palaces until they stopped at last before one more splendid than +all the rest, and she found herself gliding up the marble steps, her +young heart throbbing fast at the novelty and strangeness of her +position.</p> + +<p>She was going to be a servant in this splendid house! She, one +of the Glenalvans of Glenalvan Hall, a name that had been proud +and honored in the past until her girlish mother had stained its +haughty prestige with shame.</p> + +<p>Her heart beat heavily and slow. The thought came to her +mind that these proud and wealthy people would not even permit +her to be a servant to their daughter if they knew that she was a +nameless child.</p> + + + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XVII" id="CHAPTER_XVII">CHAPTER XVII.</a></h2> + + +<p>Mrs. Markham, little Golden's kind, new friend, was evidently +on terms of intimacy with Mrs. Desmond.</p> + +<p>Instead of sending her card to the lady and awaiting her appearance +in the formal drawing-room, she was at once conducted up +stairs to a charming <i>boudoir</i> hung with rose-colored silk and +white lace.</p> + +<p>The carpet was white velvet strewn with a pattern of pink moss +rosebuds, and the chairs and couches were upholstered in a deeper +shade of rose-color.</p> + +<p>Everything in the room was costly and tasteful, and vases of +freshly-cut flowers diffused delicious fragrance through the air.</p> + +<p>Little Golden had never before been in such a costly and tasteful +room, and she uttered an involuntary low exclamation of surprise +and delight at which Mrs. Markham smiled indulgently.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Does this pretty room surprise you?" she inquired.</p> + +<p>"Yes, madam, I have never seen anything so beautiful and +costly before," answered the simple child.</p> + +<p>At that moment the heavy draperies that hung between the +<i>boudoir</i> and the dressing-room were swept aside by a white, +jeweled hand, and the mistress of all this magnificence entered +the room.</p> + +<p>She was a beautiful young lady, with great, velvety black eyes, +dark, waving hair, crimson lips, and rounded cheeks like the +sunny side of a peach. Her morning-dress was elegant, costly +and becoming.</p> + +<p>"Ah, Mrs. Markham, good-morning. I am very glad to see +you," she cried, then she looked past her friend inquiringly at +the little, shrinking figure of Golden.</p> + +<p>"Edith, this is a little <i>protege</i> of mine, Mary Smith by name," +Mrs. Markham hastened to say. "If you have not secured a +nurse yet, will you try her for little Ruby?"</p> + +<p>"I shall be very glad to do so if you think she will suit," returned +Mrs. Desmond as they all seated themselves.</p> + +<p>Then the handsome brunette looked patronizingly at the new +applicant for her favor. The scrutiny did not seem to please her. +The slender, arched, black brows met over the bright eyes in a +slight frown.</p> + +<p>"Child, why do you not put your hair up?" she asked, glancing +at the bright wealth of loosely flowing ringlets. "It is not becoming +to nurses to wear it in that way."</p> + +<p>"I can put it up if you wish me, ma'am," Golden replied in a +low voice, her eyelids drooping that the lady might not see the +childish resentment that flashed into them at her slightly scornful +tone.</p> + +<p>"Very well, I shall insist upon that if I engage you," replied +Mrs. Desmond. "You will tuck it up and wear a nurse's cap +over it. Have you any recommendations to give with her, Mrs. +Markham?" she continued, expectantly.</p> + +<p>"No, for Mary has never been in service before," replied the +kind lady. "She is a young southern girl seeking employment +in this city, and I should like to befriend her if possible. I fancied +that her gentle, innocent face might recommend her to your +favor as it did to mine."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Desmond turned to look at Golden again, and met the +gaze of the soft blue eyes fixed on her with a kind of puzzled intentness.</p> + +<p>"Child, why do you stare at me so curiously?" she inquired.</p> + +<p>The deep color rushed into Golden's face, making her more +lovely than ever.</p> + +<p>"I beg your pardon," she hastened to say, falteringly. "You +remind me so much of someone I have known that I could not +keep from looking at your face. It was very rude, I know."</p> + +<p>"Never mind, I am not angry," answered Mrs. Desmond. +"Do you think you would make a good, patient nurse for my little +girl, Mary?"</p> + +<p>"I will do the best I can," little Golden replied, in her gentle, +refined voice.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</a></span></p> + +<p>Mrs. Desmond looked at her friend.</p> + +<p>"I am not in the habit of engaging help without recommendation. +It is rather a risk to run," she remarked, "but to please +you, my friend, and because I really need a maid for Ruby, I +will give Mary Smith a trial. When can you come Mary?"</p> + +<p>"She can stay now, if you like, Edith," said Mrs. Markham.</p> + +<p>"That will suit me very well," said Mrs. Desmond. "I will +engage you for one month at least, Mary, and I will pay you ten +dollars a month. Will that suit you?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, thank you," Golden answered, timidly.</p> + +<p>"Very well, you may stay now, and you may go at once to +Ruby, for I have been compelled to lend her my own maid, for a +week past, and she is so dissatisfied with the position that she +threatens to leave me if she is not relieved. I can assure you that +you will find your position no sinecure. I hope you will try to +find means to amuse the child. You must be very kind and patient +with her, Mary. I allow no scolding or fault-finding, for +my little girl is very frail and delicate."</p> + +<p>Golden rose and stood waiting while the languid, fine lady +talked.</p> + +<p>When she had ended her little speech, she pointed her white +finger at the dressing-room door.</p> + +<p>"Go through the drawing-room," she said, "into my bed-chamber. +You will find that it has a door connecting with the +nursery. You will find my little daughter in there. You may +introduce yourself to her. Mrs. Markham and I will look in presently +and see how Ruby is pleased with you."</p> + +<p>"Try and make a good impression on the little one's mind at +first," said Mrs. Markham, kindly. "First impressions are everything +with children."</p> + +<p>Beautiful Golden thanked her with a grateful look, and silently +withdrew to follow Mrs. Desmond's instructions.</p> + +<p>"You do not seem as pleased as I had expected, Edith," Mrs. +Markham said, in a tone of disappointment, when they were +alone.</p> + +<p>"To tell the truth, I think the girl is too pretty," Mrs. Desmond +replied, with some embarrassment.</p> + +<p>"I thought you liked pretty things about you," said her friend.</p> + +<p>"So I do, but I do not like pretty servants," was the significant +reply. "As a rule they are vain and trifling, and do not attend +to their business. They are always looking out to attract admiration +to their pretty faces."</p> + +<p>"I do not believe that Mary Smith is one of that kind," said +Mrs. Markham. "She seems a good, simple, innocent girl. But +if she fails to suit you, Edith, you may return her to me, and I +will find some other place for her. I imagined that you would be +delighted with such a girl for Ruby's attendant."</p> + +<p>"And so I am, and I am ever so much obliged to you for thinking +of me. I hope that she will please Ruby better than the girls +we have had lately, for I feel quite worn out with anxiety over +the dear little creature," replied Mrs. Desmond, but so constrained +that Mrs. Markham saw that she was only half-hearted in her +pleasure, and wondered why it was that Golden's beauty, which<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span> +was so attractive to her own eyes, was distasteful to Mrs. Desmond, +who was beautiful herself, and liked to gather beautiful +things around her.</p> + +<p>It is said that every family has its skeleton. Mrs. Markham +did not know that the skeleton in her friend's closet was the lurking +fiend of jealousy. Mrs. Desmond was a charming lady, but +she secretly disliked every pretty woman she knew.</p> + +<p>Little Golden went on through the dressing-room to the bed-chamber, +which was a perfect bower of elegance and repose, and +timidly opened the nursery door, for the description of little Ruby +Desmond had rather intimidated her.</p> + +<p>She found herself in a large, airy, sunny chamber, splendidly +adapted for a nursery, and luxuriously fitted up for that purpose.</p> + +<p>In a low rocking-chair a smart French maid was indolently +lounging and yawning over a French novel.</p> + +<p>In a corner of the room a little girl of six years, small for her +age, and pale and delicate-looking, was sobbing fretfully in a fit +of the sulks.</p> + +<p>She dashed the tears from her eyes and looked up curiously at +the timid intruder.</p> + +<p>"Who are you?" she demanded, abruptly.</p> + +<p>"I am Mary Smith, your new nurse, little Miss Ruby," said +Golden, in a clear, sweet voice, and with a winning smile.</p> + +<p>The French maid threw down her novel and stared, and little +Ruby came out of her corner.</p> + +<p>"So you are my new maid, are you?" she asked, pertly. "Well, +I hope you will not be as hateful as Celine here is, for if you do I +shall be sure to throw my top at your head. I am very glad you +are come, for I am perfectly tired of Celine, and I want her to +leave me at once—at once, do you hear me, Celine?"</p> + +<p>Celine flounced out of the room in a huff, and the little one continued:</p> + +<p>"There is one comfort, you are not as ugly as Celine and the +others! I hate ugly people, and so does my papa, but mamma +likes them best. <i>You</i> are the prettiest nurse I ever saw! You +look just like my big wax doll, with your blue eyes and long hair. +Nurses always wear their hair under a cap, did you not know +that?"</p> + +<p>Little Golden did not answer one word to the voluble discourse +of the spoiled child.</p> + +<p>She stood silently in the center of the large apartment, her +small hand pressed to her beating heart, her pale lips apart, her +blue eyes upraised to a large portrait that hung against the wall +in a splendid frame of gold and ebony. The dark, handsome, +splendid face that smiled down upon her was the face of her lost +lover, Bertram Chesleigh.</p> + + + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XVIII" id="CHAPTER_XVIII">CHAPTER XVIII.</a></h2> + + +<p>Fortunately for Golden, little Ruby Desmond did not observe +the preoccupation of her new nurse. She had entered upon a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span> +voluble tirade against nurses in general, and when she had ended +she remarked with a sudden change of tone:</p> + +<p>"But I don't believe I shall hate you as much as I did the rest. +You are younger and prettier than any girl I ever had to amuse +me. Come, now, Mary, lay off your hat and jacket. I want you +to make my doll a new dress. That lazy Celine would not stick a +needle in it, for all I stormed and scolded, and threatened to complain +to mamma."</p> + +<p>Thus adjured, Golden turned her eyes with an effort away from +the portrait of Bertram Chesleigh, and proceeded to obey the instructions +of her little mistress with what cheerfulness she could, +although her heart was beating wildly with the shock she had +received on coming suddenly face to face with her lover's portrait +in this strange place.</p> + +<p>She longed, yet dreaded to ask little Ruby what the original of +the portrait was to her.</p> + +<p>Looking from the portrait to the child she could plainly discern +in Ruby's proud mouth and flashing, dark eyes, a great and striking +resemblance to Mr. Chesleigh.</p> + +<p>But she was afraid to ask the question that trembled on her +lips, so she sat down mutely while Ruby brought a large wax doll +and placed it in her lap, together with a large quantity of scraps +of silk and muslin and odds and ends of pretty lace.</p> + +<p>Then she pulled open the drawer of a child's bureau and brought +out a garnet silk dress of her own, elaborately made and trimmed.</p> + +<p>"I want Dollie's dress made exactly like this," she said, hanging +it open over the back of a chair for Golden's inspection. "It +is in the latest fashion, so Celine says. Celine thinks of nothing +but French novels and fashions, so she ought to know."</p> + +<p>"Your doll is very beautiful. Is it a new one?" asked Golden, +trying to say something to please the little creature who was +hovering about her, busy and excited with her important preparations +for the miniature dressmaking.</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes, it is tolerably new! Papa gave it to me last week," +replied Ruby. "There was a little trunk of clothes with her, but +I do not like any of the dresses. They are quite old-fashioned and +shabby, I think. Mamma says herself that they must have been +made at least a year ago. So I shall never be satisfied until I have +a new-fashioned dress for Dollie."</p> + +<p>She was silent a moment, watching Golden's deft finger as they +slowly cut and basted, then she resumed:</p> + +<p>"I have tried and tried, but I cannot think of a name for her. +Can you tell me a pretty name for her, Mary?"</p> + +<p>"Would you like to call her Golden?" asked the girl, feeling as +if the sound of her own name would be a relief in this new, strange +atmosphere.</p> + +<p>"Golden! what a pretty name," said the child. "I like that. +I will call Dollie by that name. I shall be Golden—Golden Chesleigh," +she added, after a minute's thought.</p> + +<p>The new nurse started so violently, that the doll's dress +fell from her fingers. The lovely crimson color rushed into her +face.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Chesleigh! Why do you call her that?" she asked, falteringly. +"Do you know anybody by that name, Miss Ruby?"</p> + +<p>The little girl laughed quite happily.</p> + +<p>"Well, I should think I did," she said, brightly. "My own +uncle is named Chesleigh—Bertram Chesleigh. There is his portrait +on the wall. Look at it, Mary, and tell me if he is not me +very handsomest man you ever beheld."</p> + +<p>Golden looked up into the dark eyes that had gazed into her +own so fondly, and at the proud yet tender lips that had kissed +her with such passionate love, and she could barely repress the +moan of pain that came from her lips.</p> + +<p>"Yes, he is very handsome," she said faintly. "Does he ever +call here to see you?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes, often and often, when he is at home," said Ruby. +"But he is gone away traveling in the sunny south now. He +travels a great deal. Mamma calls him a bird of passage."</p> + +<p>"Is he fond of you?" said Golden, seeing that she was expected +to say something.</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes, very fond," said Ruby, brightening up so much that +Golden saw it was a favorite subject with her. "He had that +splendid portrait painted expressly for a present to me. Mamma +begged me to let it hang in the drawing-room, but I would not. I +told her I would have it in the nursery where I could see it every +minute."</p> + +<p>"Is he—married?" asked Golden, carelessly, to all appearance, +and taking up her work again.</p> + +<p>"Oh, dear, no! and I hope he never will be! He loves me better +than anyone now, but he would like his wife best if he were +married," cried the spoiled child.</p> + +<p>Golden sighed softly and made no reply, and the entrance of +Mrs. Desmond and her visitor interrupted the conversation.</p> + +<p>"Good-morning, Mrs. Markham. You see I have a new nurse," +said Ruby, looking up with a faint flush of pleasant excitement +on her delicate face.</p> + +<p>"You have to thank Mrs. Markham for bringing her to you," +said Mrs. Desmond, glad to see a smile on the usually sullen or +pain-drawn little white face.</p> + +<p>Ruby went forward and kissed Mrs. Markham charmingly +as if she was always loving and sweet-tempered instead of self-willed +and capricious as everyone represented her.</p> + +<p>"I thank you very much," she said, "I think I shall like Mary +better than the others. She is very kind and obliging. You see +she is making a new dress for my doll. Celine was too lazy. +She would not dress my doll at all."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Markham gave her <i>protege</i> an encouraging smile, and +Golden blushed with pleasure.</p> + +<p>"She has given my new doll a name," continued Ruby, vivaciously. +"It is Golden. Do you not think it pretty? The name +would suit Mary herself I think, as she has such lovely curls, I +believe I shall call her goldilocks," she added, laying her small +hand caressingly on Golden's hair.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Markham smiled indulgently, but her friend looked annoyed.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Indeed, Ruby, you must not call her by such a silly name," +she said. "She must put her hair up, and wear a little cup over +it like a French <i>bonne</i>."</p> + +<p>"It is a pity to cover it up, it is so thick and long, and shines +so bright. Mary is a very pretty girl, don't you think so, mamma? +She looks just like my wax doll," said the child.</p> + +<p>"Pretty is that pretty does, my child," Mrs. Desmond answered, +shortly, and Mrs. Markham, stooping over Golden, put a card +with her name and address upon it, in her hand, and said in her +kind, patronizing voice:</p> + +<p>"If you do not suit Mrs. Desmond, Mary, after she has given +you a fair trial, you may come to me, and I will help you to another +place."</p> + +<p>The quick tears brimmed over in little Golden's eyes. She kissed +Mrs. Markham's hand in silent gratitude.</p> + +<p>"It is quite likely I shall keep her if she continues to please +Ruby as well as she does now. But Ruby is such a capricious +little darling there is no telling how soon this new fancy of hers +may change. 'New brooms sweep clean,' you know," said Mrs. +Desmond, quoting the old adage a little stiffly.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Markham made some careless reply and took her departure. +She was vaguely conscious of a chill never felt before in Mrs. Desmond's +manner, and resented her lack of gratitude for the service +she had done her.</p> + +<p>"The child is so pleased and interested, it will be quite a pity if +she sends Mary Smith away from her," the benevolent woman +thought silently to herself.</p> + + + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XIX" id="CHAPTER_XIX">CHAPTER XIX.</a></h2> + + +<p>"I am quite sure that my papa will be pleased with your +looks," said little Ruby, artlessly, when her mother had gone out +and left them alone to the doll's dressmaking. "He likes pretty +faces as well as I do. He hates Celine and the chambermaid both, +because, as he says, they are 'so deucedly ugly.'"</p> + +<p>"I suppose papa loves his little pet very much," said Golden, +smiling sadly at the little one's prattle.</p> + +<p>"Yes, indeed," said Ruby. "He gives me oceans of pretty +things. But I do not see him much, only an hour after dinner. +You see, papa and mamma are both very gay. They always go +out in the evening to balls or operas."</p> + +<p>Before the dinner hour Celine made her appearance with a large, +white bib-apron and neat cap for Golden's use.</p> + +<p>"My mistress sent you these," she said, not unkindly. "Shall +I show you how to use them, or do you know already?"</p> + +<p>"You will please show me," the girl answered, gently.</p> + +<p>Celine brought combs and brushes and arranged the bright, +shining hair in a thick plait which she wound about the small +head and pinned securely with hairpins.</p> + +<p>"<i>Ma foi</i>," she said, unable to repress an involuntary tribute +of admiration, "you have the most beautiful hair I ever saw."</p> + +<p>"Yes, and it's a shame to put a cap on it," cried Ruby. "I think<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</a></span> +mamma is very unkind to me, I did not want Mary Smith's +beautiful hair covered!"</p> + +<p>"Fie, my little lady, what a funny-looking nurse-maid she +would be without her little cap," cried Celine, as she put the last +touches to the bib and cap.</p> + +<p>"Thank you," said Golden, as she gave a timid glance into the +swinging mirror.</p> + +<p>Celine noted the little incident with feminine quickness, and +smiled.</p> + +<p>"Should you know yourself again?" she asked.</p> + +<p>"It makes a great difference in my appearance," little Golden +replied.</p> + +<p>"But it does not make you any less pretty," declared Celine. +"When your hair hung down it hid all your neck. Now I see +that your ears are as pretty as sea-shells, and your neck as white +as snow. You are too good-looking for your place, Miss Smith."</p> + +<p>"And you are too ugly for yours!" put in Ruby, sharply.</p> + +<p>"Hold your tongue, Miss Pert," said the French maid, with an +ugly frown. "It's a deal better to be an ugly servant than a +pretty one in this place, and so Miss Smith will find out before +long. Not as I says it out of spite for the poor thing. She's to +be pitied, being <i>your</i> nurse," pronounced Mademoiselle Celine as +she flitted out of the room, seeing that Golden made her no answer. +Indeed the poor girl did not know what to say. She was puzzled +and frightened over the maid's pert innuendoes, but she did not +in the least comprehend what she meant.</p> + +<p>When Celine was gone she looked into the minor again and +then at the portrait on the wall. The hot tears came into the +great, blue eyes and blinded them.</p> + +<p>"Oh, Bert," she whispered inaudibly, "would you know me, +would you love me in this strange and altered guise?"</p> + +<p>"You must do my hair over before dinner, Mary," said the little +girl. "I always dine with mamma and papa when they have +no company. You will go with me and stand behind my chair +while I am eating, to attend to my wants."</p> + +<p>Golden gave a gasp of mingled pride and dread.</p> + +<p>"Must I indeed do that?" she asked.</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes, all my nurses do that way," said the child. "Now, +Mary, I must have my hair curled over, and dress for dinner just +as mamma does, you know."</p> + +<p>Golden found that she had a most exacting little mistress. Although +frail and diseased, the little creature never allowed her +active mind and thin, little body one moment's rest.</p> + +<p>She was always flying from one thing to another, and kept +everyone about her attending to her whims and fancied wants. +Yet, in spite of her capricious exactions, Golden could not help +being drawn to the child.</p> + +<p>The dark eyes, and the proud, sweet mouth so like those of the +man she loved, won her in spite of herself.</p> + +<p>At dinner, where she stood droopingly behind little Ruby's +chair, the master of the house did not even glance toward her, so +that she had a fair chance to observe him from under her heavy, +curling lashes.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</a></span></p> + +<p>The scrutiny did not satisfy her, although she could not have +told how it chanced, for Mr. Desmond was faultlessly handsome.</p> + +<p>He had a fair, effeminate face, full of languid passion, and those +large, long-lashed gray eyes which can shoot the most killing +glances.</p> + +<p>His hair was parted in the middle with scrupulous exactness. +His dress was elegant to the verge of foppishness, and a magnificent +diamond sparkled on his white hand.</p> + +<p>His wife and little daughter seemed to regard him with the +most admiring affection, which he accepted with a bored and +rather patronizing air.</p> + +<p>When the long and ceremonious dinner was over, little Ruby +sprang down from her chair and caught his hand.</p> + +<p>"Come, papa, come, mamma," she cried, "you must go to the +nursery now."</p> + +<p>They went away with her, and when Golden returned to the +nursery later, she found the little girl sitting on her father's knee, +and chatting volubly to him, while Mrs. Desmond was nowhere +to be seen.</p> + +<p>Ruby jumped down from her perch and ran to Golden.</p> + +<p>"Papa," she said, evidently referring to some subject they had +been discussing. "I will show it to you, and you will say that I +am right."</p> + +<p>With a quick, deft motion, she pulled the cap from Golden's +head, and loosened the braid so that the curling, rippling mass of +gold fell in a shower of beauty over the girl's shoulders. Then +she cried out in gleeful triumph:</p> + +<p>"Isn't it lovely, papa? Did you ever see such a pretty nurse."</p> + +<p>Mr. Desmond looked in amazement at the blushing, shrinking +girl, and murmured inaudibly:</p> + +<p>"Ye gods, what a perfect beauty!"</p> + +<p>At that moment the brilliant brunette, Mrs. Desmond, swept +into the room with a waft of exquisite perfume, her diamonds +glittering, her rich silk and laces rustling majestically, a white +satin opera cloak folded gracefully around her white shoulders.</p> + +<p>She looked at Golden so wrathfully that it froze the quick murmur +of irrepressible admiration on her lips.</p> + +<p>"Girl, what does this disordered appearance mean? Why is +your hair down after my strict orders?" she demanded, angrily.</p> + +<p>"Your daughter pulled it down, madam," Golden answered, +with outward dignity and quietness, though she was inwardly +chafed and deeply wounded.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Desmond turned round in a gust of passion and gave Ruby +a ringing slap on the cheek with her white, jeweled hand.</p> + +<p>"Take that, and behave yourself better the next time," she +cried, sharply.</p> + +<p>Ruby ran, screaming, to her father, and Mrs. Desmond cried +out impatiently:</p> + +<p>"Come, Mr. Desmond, the carriage is waiting. Mary, put the +child to bed. Good-night, Ruby."</p> + +<p>She bent to kiss the child good-night, but Ruby pushed her<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</a></span> +away with an angry scream, and ran to hide her face in Golden's +skirts.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Desmond turned away, followed by her husband, who +said reproachfully as they passed from the room:</p> + +<p>"You were needlessly cruel to the poor little thing Edith, my +dear."</p> + + + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XX" id="CHAPTER_XX">CHAPTER XX.</a></h2> + + +<p>Mrs. Desmond came into the nursery the next morning with +her arms full of new toys as a propitiatory gift to her offended +little daughter.</p> + +<p>She greeted Golden very kindly, feeling ashamed of her petulance +of the evening before, when she saw how patiently she was +ministering to the comfort of her little daughter.</p> + +<p>Little Ruby was suffering with a headache this morning. She +lay on a silken lounge, with her head propped on pillows, and +Golden was bathing the hot temples with <i>eau de cologne</i>.</p> + +<p>"Are you still pleased with your nurse, my darling?" inquired +her mother.</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes, mamma. Mary is the kindest nurse I ever had," answered +Ruby, lifting her heavy eyes tenderly to Golden's sweet +face.</p> + +<p>"I am very glad to hear it," said her mother. "Does your +head ache too bad for you to take your morning drive with me, +dear?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, no, I think it will be better when I get out in the air," +said Ruby, with a brightening face. "Shall we take my nurse +with us?"</p> + +<p>"Not this morning, I think, as I shall drive the pony-phaeton, +and there is only room for two."</p> + +<p>"Will not papa go then?" said the child, disappointed.</p> + +<p>"No; he has a business engagement, and cannot accompany us. +You see we are going to the seaside next week, and he has a great +many things to see to first," Mrs. Desmond answered, with the +child's disappointment reflected on her own beautiful face.</p> + +<p>She loved her husband with the devotion of a strong, intense +nature, and begrudged every moment he spent away from her +side.</p> + +<p>Her jealousy was as strong as her love, and Mr. Desmond was +the type of man best calculated to keep this baleful passion in +the fullest play.</p> + +<p>He had been noted as a male flirt before he married Edith +Chesleigh, and his conduct since their union had not been of a +sort to strengthen his wife's faith in his fidelity. Beautiful as she +was herself, she soon found that he was by no means blind to the +charms of other women.</p> + +<p>She turned to the nurse with a suppressed sigh, and said, +quietly:</p> + +<p>"You may dress Ruby now in a white hat and dress, and cardinal +sash, while I am getting ready."</p> + +<p>Then she kissed Ruby and went to her dressing-room. Golden +hastened to follow her instructions.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</a></span></p> + +<p>"We shall go to the seaside next week and stay two months. +Shall you like that, Mary?" asked the child, while Golden was +brushing her dark curls over her fingers.</p> + +<p>"I dare say I shall like it, if you do," replied the girl.</p> + +<p>"Oh, we will have a splendid time. We will go bathing in the +sea in the mornings, and afterward we will stroll on the sands, +and gather beautiful, rosy shells. At night they have balls and +dancing. Sometimes mamma lets me stay up awhile to see them +dance. Oh, it is grand fun! I wish I was a grown lady," cried +the child, flapping her hands.</p> + +<p>Golden listened in silence, and the strange loneliness and quietude +of the life in which she had been reared, struck her more +and more by its contrast with the bright, bustling world outside +and beyond Glenalvan Hall.</p> + +<p>When little Ruby had gone away for her drive with her mother, +she sat down in the quiet nursery and resigned herself to +thought.</p> + +<p>Her thought went back to the gray, old hall in the sunny south, +and the kind, old man she had deserted. She wondered if he +would forgive her, and pray for her that she might find her +mother.</p> + +<p>"I shall never find her now," she thought. "I have lost my +money, and it will be a long time before I can earn enough to +resign my situation here, and try to find her. Mrs. Markham +was so sweet and kind. I wonder if she would help me. But, +no, she would scorn me like all the rest, if she knew the story of +my poor, young mother's disgrace."</p> + +<p>"Good-morning, little Mary. Where is my daughter this +morning?" said a clear, musical voice.</p> + +<p>Golden looked up with a start, and saw Mr. Desmond, standing, +tall, debonair and handsome, in the center of the lofty apartment. +He had entered and closed the door so softly that she had +not heard a sound.</p> + +<p>"Miss Ruby has gone out driving with her mother," she answered.</p> + +<p>"Ah," said Mr. Desmond. "I suppose she will not be gone +long, so I will wait here until she returns."</p> + +<p>He drew forward a chair quite close to hers. Golden regarded +him in surprise.</p> + +<p>"Miss Ruby was very anxious that you should go with her, +but her mother said you had a business engagement this morning +and could not find time to gratify her," she remarked to him, +rather pointedly.</p> + +<p>He flushed, then laughed carelessly.</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes, so I did have," he replied, "I only looked in a minute +to bid Ruby good-morning."</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir," the nurse replied, constrainedly, and looked out of +the window. The way Mr. Desmond regarded her out of his +large, bold eyes made her feel slightly nervous. She heartily +wished that he would go away and leave her alone.</p> + +<p>But Mr. Desmond seemed in no haste to fulfill his business engagement. +He sat silently a moment, regarding the delicate +profile of the half averted face, then said, carelessly:</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Where do you come from, Mary—New York?"</p> + +<p>"I am from the south, Mr. Desmond," said the girl, biting her +lips to keep back her resentment at his familiar address.</p> + +<p>"Indeed? From what part of the south?" he inquired.</p> + +<p>"Excuse me, sir, I do not care to reveal my private affairs to +a total stranger," replied Golden, with such sudden spirit and +haughtiness that the fine gentleman stared.</p> + +<p>"Whew!" he exclaimed, "I did not mean any offense, Miss +Smith, I only wished to know the precise spot where such peerless +beauties as yourself are reared. I would certainly immigrate +instanter to that most precious locality."</p> + +<p>Golden rose, crimson with anger, and crossed to the door.</p> + +<p>"Where are you going?" he inquired, following her and taking +hold of her hand.</p> + +<p>"I am going down stairs, Mr. Desmond," she replied coldly, +and trying to wrench her hand away.</p> + +<p>"Are you offended at my plain speaking?" he inquired, trying +to look into her flashing eyes. "Surely you are aware that you +are beautiful?"</p> + +<p>"If I am, it does not become you to tell me so, sir," she replied, +resentfully. "Such compliments belong to your wife."</p> + +<p>"My wife is a beautiful woman, but not half so beautiful as +you are, little Mary," he replied, still keeping a tight hold on her +hand.</p> + +<p>"Mr. Desmond, let me go," she pleaded, the angry tears crowding +into her soft blue eyes, "I will not listen to such words from +you. You are cruel and unkind. What would Mrs. Desmond +say if she could see you?"</p> + +<p>He started uneasily, then laughed.</p> + +<p>"She would say I was only teasing you, as I was," he replied. +"Believe me, Mary, I was only joking you. I did not think that +you would take it as earnest or become angry. Say that you +forgive me, fair one, and I will release you."</p> + +<p>"Let go my hand, I forgive you," Golden replied, glad to be +released on any terms, and shrinking from him with an utter +loathing and horror.</p> + +<p>"Thank you for your pardon," he cried, laughingly. "You +must seal the sweet pledge with a kiss, my lovely girl."</p> + +<p>He threw his arm around her struggling little form, clasping +her closely to his breast, and pressed a full, passionate kiss on +her loathing lips.</p> + + + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXI" id="CHAPTER_XXI">CHAPTER XXI.</a></h2> + + +<p>At Golden's loud scream of alarm and anger, the door of Mrs. +Desmond's sleeping apartment opened suddenly, and Celine, the +maid, stood aghast upon the threshold.</p> + +<p>She beheld the pretty, new nurse in the arms of her master, +saw his handsome head bent over her as he kissed the beautiful +crimson lips. At Celine's startled cry he turned upon her fiercely, +at the same time releasing Golden.</p> + +<p>"What do you mean by spying upon my actions, Celine?" he +demanded angrily.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Pardon, monsieur, I meant no offense," said the maid, as +smooth as silk, "I but thought you were romping with little Miss +Ruby, and looked in to behold the little one's delight."</p> + +<p>Mr. Desmond saw that it was necessary to conciliate Mademoiselle +Celine.</p> + +<p>"I did come in to see Ruby," he replied, "but she had gone to +ride. So I attempted a bit of harmless gallantry with her nurse, +here, such as most pretty girls would have taken with pleasure, +but she was timid and frightened at my little joke. Hold your +tongue about it, Celine, and here's a trifle to buy you a new cap."</p> + +<p>He tossed a gold piece at her feet, and Celine picked it up, +curtsying and smiling. Little Golden, standing apart from +them, regarded the scene with horror and disgust.</p> + +<p>Mr. Desmond, turning suddenly to her, quailed at the look of +fiery scorn in the beautiful, spirited young face.</p> + +<p>"Are you very angry with me, Mary?" he inquired in a subdued +voice.</p> + +<p>"No words can do justice to my contempt for you," she replied, +in a voice of cutting scorn. "How dared you maltreat +and insult me so? Shame on you for your cruelty to a poor and +helpless girl!"</p> + +<p>She was so beautiful in her anger that he could scarcely remove +his gaze from her face. Her cheeks were scarlet, her eyes +were darkened and dilated with anger, her lovely lips were +curled disdainfully. He read the proud purity of her young soul +in every haughty movement of her lithe young figure and +clenched, white hands.</p> + +<p>He regarded her in silence a moment, then exclaimed with +apparent frankness:</p> + +<p>"Mary, I will tell you the truth, and then you will be able to +pardon my conduct. My wife told me that she had engaged you +totally without recommendation, and we both were afraid that +we had run too great a risk in intrusting our little darling to +your care. I determined therefore to test you. I have done so, +and I am delighted to find that your principles and your virtue +are so steadfast and true. Are you willing to grant me your pardon +after this explanation?"</p> + +<p>At this specious apology the simple girl looked from the hypocrite's +anxious face to that of the maid.</p> + +<p>Celine being a woman, she reasoned, would tell her whether to +accept this explanation or not.</p> + +<p>The artful maid gave her an encouraging smile.</p> + +<p>"Monsieur is right," she said. "He did well to test your +principles, Miss Smith. Do not be so rude as to withhold your +forgiveness after his manly apology."</p> + +<p>Golden, with her slight knowledge of the wicked world, thought +that Mr. Desmond and Celine had told her the truth. She answered, +falteringly, after a moment of silence:</p> + +<p>"Then I will forgive you, Mr. Desmond, if you will promise +not to molest me again. Otherwise I shall return to Mrs. Markham's +protection."</p> + +<p>"You must not think of leaving us. Ruby is so pleased with +you that it would be a shame to desert her. You need not fear<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</a></span> +me. I am quite satisfied of your truth and worth, and my wife +will be delighted when I tell her how nobly I have proved your +virtue," said Mr. Desmond, hastily.</p> + +<p>Then he looked at his watch, and muttering something about +his business engagement, hurried away.</p> + +<p>Celine looked at Golden with an odd, significant smile.</p> + +<p>"Now, Miss Smith, you understand what I meant by saying +that you were too good-looking for your place," she said.</p> + +<p>"But I thought <i>he</i> said, and so did you, Celine, that he was +only testing my virtue," said poor Golden, in perplexity.</p> + +<p>"Bah! that was only master's blarney," replied Celine, airily. +"Of course I had to agree with him, or lose my situation, and I +don't choose to do that, for I have a good place and lots of perquisites. +But the truth is that monsieur only invented that tale +of testing you because he was frightened when he found he had +tackled an honest girl, and he did not wish for the madam to get +hold of it."</p> + +<p>"Then he is a wicked villain, and I shall go away to-day," cried +the girl, indignantly, "I love little Ruby, but I will go away, I +cannot remain."</p> + +<p>"If you take <i>my</i> advice you will stay and say nothing about +it," replied the maid. "If you go to another place you are just +as likely to encounter the same difficulty. You are too pretty to +be a servant. I have told you that already."</p> + +<p>"But I cannot remain here and encounter the persecutions of +Mr. Desmond," replied Golden, decidedly.</p> + +<p>"I do not believe he will annoy you again," said Celine, confidently. +"He has found out that you are honest, and he will be +afraid to pursue you any further. The child is so pleased with +you it would be a pity to forsake her. You may take my word +for it that monsieur is too much afraid of his wife to bother you +again. Why, she is so jealous that if she knew her husband had +kissed you, she would want to cut your ears off."</p> + +<p>Golden shivered at Celine's vivid words.</p> + +<p>"It is better I should go, then," she said, with a sigh. "I +would not, for the world, create trouble between husband and +wife."</p> + +<p>"You had better stay," said Celine. "I shall not tell of you, +and you may be pretty sure master won't. So Mrs. Desmond +need never know."</p> + +<p>"It is better I should go," said Golden, decidedly; and then +she threw herself down upon a lounge and burst into tears.</p> + +<p>"Oh! why are women so weak, and men so cruel?" she wildly +sobbed.</p> + +<p>"It's their nature," replied Celine, but Golden made her no +answer. She only continued to weep heart-brokenly.</p> + +<p>"I am the most miserable girl on earth," she sobbed. "I wish +that I had never been born!"</p> + +<p>The maid's curiosity was greatly excited by Golden's words. +She knelt down by the girl and inquired the cause of her sorrow, +and promised her her friendship and advice if she would confide +in her.</p> + +<p>But in Golden's pure mind there was an instinctive distrust of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</a></span> +Celine. Her ready acceptance of her master's bribe had excited +her disgust and dislike. She answered evasively that she had +nothing to confide, and only desired to be left in peace.</p> + +<p>"Oh, very well, miss," replied the maid, "you can be left +alone, I'm sure, but you'll find that it's better to make a friend +of Celine Duval than an enemy."</p> + +<p>She flounced out of the room as she spoke, and Golden was +left alone to the companionship of her own sad thoughts. She +lay silently a long while looking at the portrait of Bertram Chesleigh, +and weeping bitter tears over her unhappy fate. How +beautiful and life-like was the picture!</p> + +<p>The blissful hours she had spent with the original rushed over +her mind, making the contrast with the gloom of the present +more harrowing. She found herself exclaiming:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Oh, that those lips had language—life has passed<br /></span> +<span class="i1">With me but roughly since I heard them last."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>But no sound came from the lips of the false-hearted lover, +who had given her a few hours of happiness only to leave her to +the darkness of despair.</p> + + + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXII" id="CHAPTER_XXII">CHAPTER XXII.</a></h2> + + +<p>Golden had quite decided in her mind that she would rather +leave Mrs. Desmond at once, than risk a renewal of her husband's +distasteful attentions, but little Ruby's first words on returning +from her drive, dispelled the idea for the present at least from +her thoughts.</p> + +<p>"Oh, Mary!" the little one had cried, with childish directness, +as soon as she entered the room. "Oh, Mary! I have heard bad +news!"</p> + +<p>"I am very sorry for you, dear," said Golden, gently.</p> + +<p>Ruby looked up into the face of her uncle, where it hung against +the wall.</p> + +<p>"Oh, poor Uncle Bertie!" she sighed.</p> + +<p>"Was it about Mr. Chesleigh, Ruby?" she inquired.</p> + +<p>"Yes," said the child. "Mamma has had a telegram from +some people about him. He is very sick, and he is away down +south at a place called Glenalvan Hall."</p> + +<p>Golden drew her breath heavily, and sank into a chair. It +seemed as if an arrow had pierced her heart. She could not +speak, but stared at Ruby with a dumb misery in her eyes, that +the little one could in nowise understand.</p> + +<p>"Some of us will have to go to him—mamma and papa, I suppose," +continued Ruby. "I asked mamma to let me go, but she +says it would be too warm for me at this time of the year in the +south, because I am so delicate."</p> + +<p>"Is he very sick? Will he die?" inquired Golden, speaking in a +strange, unnatural voice.</p> + +<p>"They hope not, but he is very sick," said Ruby; and at that +moment Mrs. Desmond swept into the room.</p> + +<p>Her bright eyes looked dim and heavy as though she might +have been weeping.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I am very sorry you have had bad news, madam," said Golden, +trying to appear quiet and natural, though her pulse was beating +at fever-heat, and her eyes were heavy and dim beneath their +drooping lashes.</p> + +<p>"Ruby has told you of my brother's illness, then," said Mrs. +Desmond, more gently than she usually spoke to her dependents.</p> + +<p>"Yes, madam," said Golden, faintly, unable to utter another +word.</p> + +<p>"He has brain fever," said Mrs. Desmond, despondently. "Mr. +Desmond will leave for the south to-night, and if he is no better +when he arrives, he will telegraph for me to go to him. He is +unwilling for me to go if it can be prevented, as it is so warm +down there at this time of year. Besides, I am unwilling to leave +Ruby, and I could not run the risk of taking her."</p> + +<p>She threw herself into a chair, and wept a few genuine tears.</p> + +<p>Little Golden, watching her with dry eyes and pale, mute lips, +wondered if the sister's heart ached half so heavily and painfully +as her own did.</p> + +<p>"Yet why should I grieve for him?" the poor child asked herself. +"I should rather rejoice. He has forsaken and deserted +me."</p> + +<p>She could find no answer to that question in her heart, save +that she loved him. Loved him in despite of her cruel wrongs.</p> + +<p>Before night another telegram was received, saying that Bertram +Chesleigh had asked repeatedly for his sister. So it was decided +that Mrs. Desmond should accompany her husband.</p> + +<p>"Mary, do you think that you and the housekeeper can take +care of my little Ruby while I am gone?" inquired Mrs. Desmond, +tearfully.</p> + +<p>Golden promised so earnestly to give her whole care and attention +to the little one that Mrs. Desmond could not help confiding +in her promise.</p> + +<p>The child herself, though half-distracted with grief at the parting +with her parents, promised bravely to be a good and patient +girl for Uncle Bertie's sake.</p> + +<p>Celine was to accompany her mistress, and was in a bustle of +pleasant preparation. The hours passed swiftly, and the time for +the farewells soon came and passed.</p> + +<p>Little Ruby sobbed herself to sleep dismally, with her arms +around Golden's neck, unconscious that the girl shed sadder +tears than her own, when her little charge was peacefully dreaming.</p> + + + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXIII" id="CHAPTER_XXIII">CHAPTER XXIII.</a></h2> + + +<p>"The slow, sad hours that bring us all things ill," waned slowly, +while Golden and Ruby waited impatiently for news of the +travelers.</p> + +<p>Ruby was very restless and capricious, besides her daily headaches +grew worse as the heat of the summer season advanced. +She fretted very much over her postponed trip to the seaside.</p> + +<p>At length a telegram came from the travelers to say that they +had reached Glenalvan Hall, and Mr. Chesleigh was no better.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</a></span> +After this these bulletins came almost daily, but with no encouraging +words. Very ill, and no prospect of improvement yet, +was their daily burden.</p> + +<p>In about two weeks Mr. Desmond returned unexpectedly.</p> + +<p>Ruby was overjoyed. She laughed and wept together, as she +hung around his neck.</p> + +<p>"Uncle Bertie must be better, or you would not have returned," +she cried.</p> + +<p>But her father shook his head gravely.</p> + +<p>"No, dear, I am sorry to say he is not improving at all. Indeed +the case is so critical that it may be weeks before your +mother can return. That is why I have come."</p> + +<p>"Shall you go back, then?" inquired Ruby.</p> + +<p>"Yes, in about a week. Have you fretted for us very much, +Ruby?"</p> + +<p>"A great deal," she replied. "Oh, papa," clapping her little +hands, "now I know why you have come back. You are going +to take me to mamma and Uncle Bert."</p> + +<p>"Nothing is further from my intentions," replied Mr. Desmond. +"I have come to take you to the seashore."</p> + +<p>"The seashore—while my uncle is so ill?" cried the child, a +little surprised.</p> + +<p>"Yes, Ruby. You must remember your own health is very +frail. Your mother is very anxious about you. You will go to +the seashore in the care of Mrs. Markham. Will that arrangement +please you?"</p> + +<p>"Very much," smiled Ruby. "I love Mrs. Markham. Of +course I shall take my nurse?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, of course," he replied, then inquired, carelessly: "Are +you still satisfied with Mary Smith?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes, Mary is a splendid girl—I do not intend ever to part +from her," replied the child, enthusiastically, "I am quite getting +over my sulky spells since she came. Mary does not tease +and cross me as the others did."</p> + +<p>Golden, who had sat sewing quietly by the window, without +ever lifting her eyes from her work since Mr. Desmond entered, +crimsoned painfully at thus having his attention drawn upon +her.</p> + +<p>But he took no notice of her except to say patronizingly:</p> + +<p>"I am glad you have found such a treasure, Ruby. I hope she +will remain with you. Are you willing to accompany Ruby to +the seaside, Mary?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir," she answered, quietly.</p> + +<p>"Very well, I will go and see Mrs. Markham now. If she can +go by the last of the week I will accompany the party and see +you all safely settled before I return south."</p> + +<p>Golden made him no answer, thinking that none was necessary, +and he went out to call on Mrs. Markham.</p> + +<p>It was all carried out as Mr. Desmond wished. In the latter +part of the week he accompanied the party to the seashore, saw +them installed in comfortable quarters, and after staying two +days took leave again.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</a></span></p> + +<p>During his short stay, he enjoyed himself according to his flirting +tastes with the lively seaside belles.</p> + +<p>In her capacity of Ruby's nurse Golden was compelled to see +him a great deal, but he treated her at all times with such subdued +respect and delicate attention that the girl grew less afraid +of him, and began to think that Celine was right when she said +he would abandon his pursuit of her now that he had found out +she was an honest girl. She did not know that Mr. Desmond's +quiet respect and delicate courtesy was more dangerous than his +former open advances had been. Still she was relieved when he +was gone, and she was left alone with little Ruby and Mrs. Markham, +who was very kind to the lonely girl though in a decidedly +patronizing fashion.</p> + +<p>When Golden and Ruby had been at the seaside a month with +Mrs. Markham, the glad tidings that Mr. Chesleigh was beginning +to improve, were conveyed to little Ruby in a short but affectionate +letter from her mother.</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>"Your dear uncle has had a great fight for his life, but the +doctor now says that he is likely to get well," Mrs. Desmond +wrote. "If he continues to improve, we shall be able to start +home with him in about two weeks, journeying slowly. We will +join you then at the seaside, as the physician thinks that a month +by the sea will quite restore Bertram's health."</p></blockquote> + +<p>It was Golden's task to read this letter to the little six-year-old, +whose education, owing to her extreme frailty of constitution, +had not yet commenced.</p> + +<p>The child cried out noisily for joy at the welcome news, but +Golden said not a word. Yet her thoughts were very busy.</p> + +<p>"I shall see him again very soon," she said to herself. "Will +he recognize, in his sister's servant, the girl that loved him so +dearly?"</p> + +<p>Then the thought came to her that he would not wish to see +her again; she had no part nor lot in his life henceforth, by his +own desire.</p> + +<p>Musing sadly by the great, moaning sea, while little Ruby +gathered the rosy-tinted shells along the sands, she murmured to +herself those sweet, pathetic lines of Owen Meredith:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Oh, being of beauty and bliss! Seen and known<br /></span> +<span class="i1">In the depths of my heart, and possessed there alone,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">My days know thee not, and my lips name thee never,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Thy place in my poor life is vacant forever;<br /></span> +<span class="i1">We have met, we have parted,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">No name is recorded<br /></span> +<span class="i1">In my annals on earth."<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXIV" id="CHAPTER_XXIV">CHAPTER XXIV.</a></h2> + + +<p>In few more days Mrs. Markham received a letter from Mrs. +Desmond. Her brother was so much better that she had quite recovered +the tone of her spirits, and wrote, cheerfully:</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>"If nothing more happens, I shall be with you the first of September. +Bertram will be with me, and I shall also bring a very<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</a></span> +charming young lady whom I have invited to spend the winter +months with me in New York. She is the daughter of our host, +and has been Bert's unwearied attendant throughout his illness. +Between you and me, dear friend, she is so desperately in love +with my brother, that she has neither eyes nor ears for anyone else. +She has a younger sister whom I have not invited. I do not like +her. She is the most abominable flirt I ever saw, and has done +nothing but make eyes at Mr. Desmond since we came to Glenalvan +Hall."</p></blockquote> + +<p>"Glenalvan Hall," mused Mrs. Markham, holding the letter in +her hand, and drawing her eyebrows thoughtfully together. "How +familiar the word sounds! Where have I heard it?"</p> + +<p>She puzzled over it awhile, then gave it up. In the gay whirl +of fashionable society, she had forgotten the pretty name of the +poor girl she had befriended.</p> + +<p>But she carried her letter into Ruby's room and read it aloud to +her, and Golden's cheeks that had grown very pale and delicate +of late, grew paler still.</p> + +<p>"Elinor is coming," she said to herself, in dismay. "What +shall I do?"</p> + +<p>She thought at first that she would go away quietly before they +came.</p> + +<p>She could not stay and face her proud cousin, Elinor, and the +man who had loved her, and then despised her for the stain upon +her.</p> + +<p>But the thought came into her mind, where would she go? She +had never received any of her wages from Mrs. Desmond yet. If +she went away she would be utterly friendless and penniless.</p> + +<p>She clung to little Ruby because the child loved her very dearly, +and without her love she was utterly alone.</p> + +<p>And underlying all was a fierce, passionate longing she could +not still, to see Bertram Chesleigh's face once more, to hear again +that musical, luring voice, whose accents she had hung upon so +fondly.</p> + +<p>A few days before the first of September, she turned timidly to +Mrs. Markham, who was amusing herself with little Ruby down +on the sands.</p> + +<p>"Mrs. Markham," she said, "will you tell me this, please? Are +not green glasses good for weak eyes?"</p> + +<p>"I have heard so," replied the lady. "Are your eyes weak, +Mary?"</p> + +<p>She looked into the girl's face as she spoke, and saw that the +sweet, blue eyes were dull and heavy.</p> + +<p>How was she to guess that sleepless nights and bitter tears had +dimmed their sapphire sparkle.</p> + +<p>"Are your eyes weak, Mary?" she repeated, seeing that the girl +hesitated.</p> + +<p>A blush tinged the pearly cheek, and Golden glanced out at the +foam-crested waves rolling in toward the shore.</p> + +<p>"I think that the glare of the sun on the sands, and on the +water, is very weakening to the sight," she replied, evasively.</p> + +<p>"So it is. I have heard others complain of the same thing. If<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</a></span> +the light affects your eyes I would advise you, by all means, to +wear the glasses."</p> + +<p>"Thank you. I believe I will try a pair," returned Golden.</p> + +<p>"Oh, Mary, you will be a perfect fright, if you do!" cried out +little Ruby, in childish disapproval. "You have covered up all +your long, gold hair under that ugly cap, and now, if you cover +up your pretty, blue eyes, you will be as horrid-looking as—as—I +don't know what!"</p> + +<p>"Never mind the looks, my dear," said Mrs. Markham, in her +gentle way. "If Mary is kind and loving at heart her looks will +not signify."</p> + +<p>"But I do so love pretty things," said the child, "and I love to +look at Mary. She looks like a picture at night when she combs +out her shining hair over her shoulders. There is not a lady at +the seaside this summer as pretty as my nurse!"</p> + +<p>"Fie, my dear; you must not make Mary vain," cried the lady, +half smiling.</p> + +<p>"I want to ask you a favor, Mrs. Markham," said Golden, +blushing very much.</p> + +<p>"A favor! What is it, Mary?" asked Mrs. Markham, encouragingly.</p> + +<p>Golden glanced down at her blue cashmere dress, which had +grown very shabby and worn during the two months she had +been in little Ruby's service.</p> + +<p>"You see I had lost all my money when I went into Mrs. Desmond's +service," she said falteringly, "and I have not received +any of my wages yet, and—and I am getting too shabby to be +respectable-looking."</p> + +<p>That was little Golden's plea, but the truth was that she did +not wish her Cousin Elinor and Bertram Chesleigh to recognize +her, and so wished to lay aside the blue cashmere which had +been her best dress at Glenalvan Hall.</p> + +<p>"Oh, you poor child!" burst out Mrs. Markham, "why did you +never tell me that before? I see, now; you want me to lend you +the money to buy a new dress."</p> + +<p>"If you will be so very, very kind," faltered Golden, gratefully.</p> + +<p>"I will do it with the greatest pleasure," answered Mrs. Markham, +whose purse was ever open to the needy and distressed.</p> + +<p>So on the first of September little Golden appeared in quite an +altered guise. The pretty, blue cashmere that was so becoming +to her rose-leaf complexion was laid aside, and she wore a sober, +dark-gray dress, so long and plain that she looked a great deal +taller and older. She had pinned a dark silk handkerchief high +up around her white throat, thus concealing its fairness and +graceful contour. She had fashioned herself a huge, abominable +cap that hid every wave of her golden hair. Dark-green spectacles +were fastened before the bright, blue eyes, and with her +long, tucked, white apron, little Golden made the primmest-looking +nurse-maid that could have been imagined. She looked +in the mirror and decided that no one who had known her at +Glenalvan Hall would recognize her now.</p> + +<p>But little Ruby exclaimed dolorously at her strange appearance:</p> + +<p>"Oh, Mary, you have made yourself quite ugly!" she cried,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</a></span> +"and I had been thinking how I would show Uncle Bert my +pretty nurse."</p> + +<p>"Oh, Ruby, you must not!" cried Golden, in terror. "Promise +me you will not."</p> + +<p>"Will not—what?" asked the little one, surprised.</p> + +<p>"Will not show me to Mr. Chesleigh, nor tell him that you +think I am pretty," said Golden, in alarm.</p> + +<p>"Very well, I won't," said the little one, disappointed, "but +I am very sorry, for I am sure Uncle Bertie would be glad to +know that I have a good and pretty nurse. He used to laugh at +the ugly ones, and he said their faces were so horrid it was not +strange they were bad tempered."</p> + +<p>"There is another thing I want you to promise me, please, +darling," said Golden, who was on the best of terms with her +little charge.</p> + +<p>"What is it, Mary?" inquired the child.</p> + +<p>"When your uncle comes to sit and talk with you, Ruby, you +must let me run away and stay until he leaves you."</p> + +<p>"Why should you do that?" asked Ruby.</p> + +<p>"I have some sewing to do," replied Golden, evasively.</p> + +<p>"I know, but you always do your sewing with me," said Ruby.</p> + +<p>"You see it would be quite different with a man in the way."</p> + +<p>"Uncle Bert would not bother you one bit. I cannot see why +you are afraid of him," rejoined the child.</p> + +<p>"But I do not like men, Ruby. I do not like to be where a +man is. Now, dear, will you excuse me?" pleaded Golden.</p> + +<p>"Yes, I will, since you insist on it," answered Ruby. "But +I can't see what makes you hate men! Now I like them. I like +papa, I like Uncle Bert, and I shall like my husband when I +grow big enough to have one. Do you ever intend to have a +husband, Mary?" said the child, with a child's thoughtlessness.</p> + + + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXV" id="CHAPTER_XXV">CHAPTER XXV.</a></h2> + + +<p>The beautiful color surged hotly into Golden's cheeks at Ruby's +artless question. She turned her head away to hide the pain that +made her sweet lips quiver.</p> + +<p>"Mary, do you ever intend to have a husband?" repeated the +child.</p> + +<p>"Hush, Ruby. You are too young to talk about husbands," +answered Golden.</p> + +<p>"Dear me, is my daughter contemplating marriage?" cried a +gay, sweet voice, and, looking up, they saw Mrs. Desmond in her +traveling wraps, dusty and weary, but looking very glad and +eager at seeing her child again.</p> + +<p>Ruby sprang to her arms, and Golden looked on with sympathetic +tears in her eyes at the happy reunion of the mother and +child. Mrs. Desmond did not seem to see her until she had fairly +smothered Ruby in kisses, when she looked up and said, approvingly:</p> + +<p>"How do you do, Mary? That is a very nice new dress—quite +suitable to you."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</a></span></p> + +<p>After a minute she said, suddenly, as if the thought had just +occurred to her:</p> + +<p>"By the way, you have never yet received any of your wages +from me. Here are twenty dollars for two months. I am very +glad you have taken such good care of Ruby."</p> + +<p>Golden thanked her and took the money, but the gold seemed +to burn the delicate palm. It was hard to be receiving a servant's +wages from Bertram Chesleigh's sister.</p> + +<p>"Where is papa and Uncle Bert?" asked Ruby.</p> + +<p>"Papa will be here directly. Bert is very tired—he has gone +to his room to rest. You must not go to him yet."</p> + +<p>"And the young lady, mamma—she came?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes."</p> + +<p>"Is she pretty, mamma? Has she blue eyes, or black?"</p> + +<p>"She is decidedly handsome, and her eyes are black."</p> + +<p>"Do you like her, mamma?"</p> + +<p>"Quite well, dear. She is very charming. I will tell you a +secret. Perhaps she will be your auntie some day."</p> + +<p>"Is she going to marry Uncle Bert?" inquired Ruby, wide-eyed.</p> + +<p>"Nothing is settled yet, dear. But it seems probable. Bert +could not find a more brilliant Mrs. Chesleigh."</p> + +<p>"I do not wish for Uncle Bert to marry. I shall tell him so!" +cried Ruby.</p> + +<p>"Fie, little selfishness, you will do no such thing! He ought +to marry and settle down at home. We should not then have to +be running after him in every out-of-the-way place where he +chooses to fall sick. Here I have been by his sick-bed all summer, +ruining my health and missing the whole season by the sea!"</p> + +<p>"How gladly I would have exchanged places with you," moaned +little Golden, to herself.</p> + +<p>"Mamma, did you like Glenalvan Hall?" inquired Ruby.</p> + +<p>"Oh, very much, though it is little better than a ruin. It must +have been quite a grand place once. It is beautiful still in its decay. +The owners were ruined by the late war."</p> + +<p>Oh, how anxiously beautiful Golden longed to hear one word +from her old grandfather and her black mammy. She listened +with a beating heart to the lady's words, but she never named the +two that little Golden loved so dearly, and after awhile she rose +and said that Celine was waiting for her, and she must go.</p> + +<p>Little Ruby clung to her dress.</p> + +<p>"Mayn't I go?" she pleaded, and Mrs. Desmond yielding a smiling +assent, they went away together, and left Golden alone in the +room.</p> + +<p>Alone, with her young heart full of strange, troubled joy. +Bertram Chesleigh was here, under the same roof with her.</p> + +<p>She should see him, she should hear him once again. There +was a bitter, troubled pleasure in the thought.</p> + +<p>She could not bear the tumult of oppressive thoughts that rushed +over her mind. To escape them she went in quest of Mrs. +Markham, and paid her the money she had borrowed from her a +few days before.</p> + +<p>Then she went back to the room to wait for little Ruby, but the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</a></span> +child was so preoccupied with her friends that she did not return +to her room during the day.</p> + +<p>At twilight she came flitting in joyously as a little fairy.</p> + +<p>"Oh, Mary, I have had such a charming day! And you must +dress me now in my white lace dress over the pink satin slip, and +my white satin slippers, and embroidered rose-silk stockings. I +am going to stay up for the ball to-night. Won't that be splendid?"</p> + +<p>Golden looked a little anxiously at the moist, flushed face and +shining, dark eyes.</p> + +<p>"Darling, let me persuade you to lie down on the sofa and rest +awhile," she urged. "You have had such a busy, exciting day, +that you need rest. To-morrow you will have one of your bad +headaches."</p> + +<p>"Oh, no I am not tired one bit. And mamma and Miss Glenalvan +are gone to dress now. I must be ready when they call for +me," urged Ruby.</p> + +<p>"I suppose Miss Glenalvan is very pretty, is she not, Ruby?" +said Golden, as she combed and brushed the little girl's long, shining, +black ringlets.</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes, she is very pretty—she has large, black eyes, and +rosy cheeks, and splendid hair, but she is not beautiful like you, +Mary," was the prompt reply.</p> + +<p>"You must not let Miss Glenalvan hear you say that," said +Golden. "She would be displeased."</p> + +<p>"Hump!" said Ruby, carelessly, then she flew to another subject, +while Golden trembled nervously. "Uncle Bert is looking +wretchedly ill. Ouch, Mary, what <i>did</i> make you jerk that curl +so? His eyes are as big as saucers. Are you almost done? You +pull my hair dreadfully. I asked him if he was going to marry +Miss Glenalvan. He said that was a silly question. Mary, what +has come over you? You were never so rough with my head +before."</p> + +<p>"There, it is finished now. I did not mean to hurt you; excuse +me, dear," faltered Golden, as she laid out the white lace dress +and satin slippers for the eager child.</p> + +<p>"All right, I am not angry," said Ruby. "I told Uncle Bert +what a kind girl you were, and he was delighted to hear it. I +wanted to tell him you were pretty, too, but I didn't, as you didn't +want him to know <i>that</i>. But I can tell you one thing, Mary, if +he ever sees you, he will find out for himself."</p> + +<p>"What! in this great cap and glasses?" cried Golden, alarmed.</p> + +<p>"Yes, indeed; you can't hide your round cheeks, and your red +mouth, and your dimpled chin!" cried the child, in pretty +triumph.</p> + +<p>"I can keep out of Mr. Chesleigh's way, anyhow," Golden replied, +as she buttoned the pretty dress and clasped a slight gold +chain around the white neck of the child.</p> + +<p>"Now you are quite finished," she said. "You look very sweet, +and I hope you will enjoy yourself very much."</p> + +<p>"Thank you," said the little girl, impulsively kissing her; then +she added, a little pityingly: "It is a pity <i>you</i> cannot be<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</a></span> +dressed in white, and go to the ball, too, Mary. Do you never wish +to?"</p> + +<p>"Sometimes," admitted Golden, with her sweet frankness, and +a soft, little sigh.</p> + +<p>Ruby studied her attentively a moment, her dark head perched +daintily like a bird's.</p> + +<p>"I should like to see you in a ball-dress," she said. "It should +be a white lace over blue satin, and looped with violets. You +should have large, white pearls around your neck, and your hair +hanging down and a <i>bandeau</i> of pearls to bind it. It is a great +pity you are not rich, Mary. People say that you are too pretty +to be a servant."</p> + +<p>Something like a sob rose in Golden's throat and was hardly repressed. +They had told her this so often.</p> + +<p>She was beautiful, but it had only brought her sorrow. To her, +as her mother, had been given—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"The fatal gift of beauty which became<br /></span> +<span class="i1">A funeral dower of present woes and past."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"I am very sorry I am so pretty, Ruby," she said, sorrowfully, +and the child answered, quickly:</p> + +<p>"I would not be sorry if I were you, Mary. Some good man +will fall in love with your pretty face some day and marry you."</p> + +<p>Golden made no reply to this well-meant solace, for the door +opened to admit Mrs. Desmond, followed by her young lady +guest.</p> + +<p>Golden retreated shyly to the furthest corner of the room. She +was face to face at last with her haughty cousin Elinor. She +drooped her head a moment sadly, while a flood of memories +rushed over her, then bravely lifted it again and looked at the +young lady through her disfiguring green glasses.</p> + +<p>Elinor Glenalvan only glanced with careless indifference at the +prim-looking figure of the nurse, then her large, black eyes turned +away again, so that Golden had time to observe her with impunity.</p> + +<p>The Glenalvans had exerted themselves to the utmost to secure +an outfit for Elinor. The result did credit to their efforts. The +girl was certainly dazzling.</p> + +<p>She wore cream-colored <i>moire</i>, trimmed with rich Spanish lace +and cardinal satin. Great clusters of Jaqueminot roses burned on +her bosom and in her shining, raven hair.</p> + +<p>The costly pearl necklace that John Glenalvan had taken from +Golden was clasped around her white throat.</p> + +<p>A throb of resentment stirred the young girl's breast as she observed +it.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Desmond wore white lace looped with diminutive and +richly-colored sunflowers. Her jewels were diamonds, and she +was as usual brilliantly beautiful and graceful. Golden caught +her breath in awed admiration of the two beautiful women.</p> + +<p>"Are you ready, Ruby?" inquired Mrs. Desmond.</p> + +<p>"Yes, mamma," said the child, blithely.</p> + +<p>All three went out then, and Golden threw a dark shawl over +her head and went out upon the seashore.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</a></span></p> + +<p>It was a moonlight night, calm and still, with that slight chill +in the air that comes with September.</p> + +<p>She sat down, a quiet, forlorn little figure on the lonely sands, +and watched the great foam-capped waves rolling in to her feet.</p> + +<p>Something in the immensity and solemnity of the great ocean +seemed to calm the turbulence of the fevered young heart and +whisper a gentle "peace, be still," to the passions that racked her +wronged and outraged spirit.</p> + + + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXVI" id="CHAPTER_XXVI">CHAPTER XXVI.</a></h2> + + +<p>As Golden had feared, little Ruby's day and night of excitement +proved too much for her. She was unable to rise from her +bed the next morning, being prostrated by one of her nervous +headaches.</p> + +<p>To add to her ill-feeling, damp, rainy weather set in during the +night, spoiling all the pleasant plans of the newly-arrived party +for the day.</p> + +<p>Golden darkened the room, lighted a fire on the hearth, and +carefully tended the little patient who dozed fitfully until mid-day, +when she awakened and declared herself better.</p> + +<p>"Has no one been in to see me, Mary?" she inquired, and Golden +answered:</p> + +<p>"Yes, your mamma came to the door while you were sleeping, +but went away again, saying that she would not disturb your +rest."</p> + +<p>"You may go and tell her to come now, Mary."</p> + +<p>"I think she is with your uncle just now, dear. Cannot you +wait a little while?" said Golden. "She said she would go to +him a little while, as you were asleep.</p> + +<p>"No, I cannot wait," replied Ruby fretfully. "Tell mamma +to bring Uncle Bert with her."</p> + +<p>"If you have too much company your head will ache again, +Ruby."</p> + +<p>"No, it will not. It is ever so much better. Why don't you +do as I ask you, Mary?" cried the spoiled child.</p> + +<p>Golden went out without any further objection. She asked +Celine, whom she met in the hall, to deliver Ruby's message to +her mother and her uncle.</p> + +<p>Celine looked into the sick-room a minute later to say that +they were engaged just at present, but would come in about +fifteen minutes.</p> + +<p>"Oh, dear," fretted the ailing little one, "that is a long time +to wait. Give me my dolls, Mary. I'll try to amuse myself with +them."</p> + +<p>Golden brought the miscellaneous family of dolls and ranged +them around Ruby on the bed, chatting pleasantly to her the +while in the hope of lessening the weariness of waiting.</p> + +<p>"You must keep your promise and let me go out when they +come," she said, presently, feeling that she was growing so nervous +she could not possibly remain in the same room with Bertram Chesleigh.</p> + +<p>"Very well; you may go into the next room," replied the child.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</a></span></p> + +<p>"You may leave the door just a little ajar that I may call you +when I want you."</p> + +<p>"I hope you will not want me until they are gone out again," +replied Golden.</p> + +<p>When the expected rap came on the door, the girl opened it +with a trembling hand. She did not look up as Mrs. Desmond +and her brother entered, but softly closing the door after them, +glided precipitately from the room.</p> + +<p>Bertram Chesleigh saw the little, retreating figure in the huge +cap and gray gown, and laughed as he kissed his little niece.</p> + +<p>"I suppose that was Mary Smith, the prodigy?" he said.</p> + +<p>"Yes, and you must not laugh at her," said Ruby, a little resentfully. +"She is very good and sweet, and I love her dearly."</p> + +<p>There was an element of teasing in Bertram Chesleigh's nature, +and Ruby's words roused it into activity.</p> + +<p>"She looked very prim and starched," he observed. "She must +be an old maid—is she not, Ruby?"</p> + +<p>He expected that the little girl would grow indignant at this +comment on her favorite, but instead of this she puckered her +little brows thoughtfully.</p> + +<p>"I don't quite know what you mean by an old maid," she replied.</p> + +<p>"You are caught in the trap, Bert. You will have to define +yourself," said Mrs. Desmond, laughingly.</p> + +<p>"I don't know whether I can," he replied as gayly. "But I +think, Ruby, that an old maid is a person who—who doesn't like +men, and grows old and never marries."</p> + +<p>"Then my nurse is an old maid. You guessed right, Uncle +Bert," said the child, with perfect soberness.</p> + +<p>"Why do you think so, my dear?" inquired her mother, very +much amused at the child's notion.</p> + +<p>"Because I know it, mamma. Mary Smith hates men. She +told me she did. She does not like to be where men are. That +is why she went out just now. She says she will always stay out +of the room when Uncle Bert is with me."</p> + +<p>"That is very sensible indeed in Mary," said Mrs. Desmond, +with decided approval, while Bertram Chesleigh only laughed and +said that men were not ogres, and he would not have eaten Miss +Smith even if she had remained in the room.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile Golden had retreated to the sitting-room, leaving +the door ajar as Ruby had bidden her.</p> + +<p>Every word of the conversation which had so strangely turned +upon herself was distinctly audible.</p> + +<p>She listened in fear and trembling to Ruby's disclosures regarding +her antipathy to men, dreading to hear some further revelation +that would draw suspicion upon her, but the child had no +idea of imparting anything she had promised to keep a secret, and +the conversation gradually turned upon indifferent subjects, so +that Golden, whose heart was beating wildly at the sound of her +lover's voice, ventured at last on a sly peep at him through the +open door.</p> + +<p>The breath came thick and fast over the sweet parted lips as +she gazed—hardly as he had used her, the ineffable love and pity<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</a></span> +of a woman's heart came up to the beautiful blue eyes, and shone +out upon the unconscious ingrate who dreamed not whose eyes +were yearning over him with all the pain and pathos of a loving, +yet outraged heart.</p> + +<p>"Oh, how pale and ill he looks," cried the poor child to herself. +"He looks sad and altered, too. He has suffered almost as much +as I have. Was it that which made him ill, I wonder? After all, he +loved me dearly. But if he had overlooked the shame of my birth +and brought me here, his sister would have scorned me. Ought +I to blame him so very, very much?"</p> + +<p>As she asked herself the piteous question, the memory of some +words rose into her mind—solemn words not to be lightly forgotten.</p> + +<p>"Will you, forsaking all others, cleave only unto her, so long +as ye both shall live?"</p> + +<p>By the light of those words, Golden answered her own question. +With a tearless sob she turned her eyes away from the too dear +face of the false one.</p> + +<p>But though she would not look at him, she could not help +hearing his voice as he answered little Ruby's voluble chatter.</p> + +<p>Presently the child showed him her great, wax doll, and when +he had admired it sufficiently to please her, she said with an air +of mystery:</p> + +<p>"You could not guess dollie's name if you tried all day, Uncle +Bertie."</p> + +<p>"It is something high-flown, no doubt," he laughed. +"It is Queen Victoria, or Princess Louise, or something like +that."</p> + +<p>"You are quite wrong," she replied, with sparkling eyes.</p> + +<p>"Am I? Well, I have it now. You have called her Mary Smith, +after your old-maid nurse."</p> + +<p>"No, I have not," said the little one, merrily. "I have called +her Golden—Golden Chesleigh."</p> + +<p>In the next breath she added, quickly:</p> + +<p>"Oh, Uncle Bert, what made you start just as if someone had +shot you?"</p> + +<p>"Did I start?" he inquired. "It must have been because I am +very nervous since my illness. Well, and what did you say your +elegant doll was named?"</p> + +<p>"Did you not understand me before? It is Golden Chesleigh—Chesleigh +after you, Uncle Bert. Is it not a pretty name?"</p> + +<p>"Very!" he rejoined, pale to the lips. "Did you think of it +yourself, Ruby?"</p> + +<p>"Not at all; I asked Mary for a name, and she said Golden. Then +I added Chesleigh."</p> + +<p>Some curiosity came over him to see the good nurse who loved +Ruby and was kind to her, but who hated men, and who had +chosen for the pretty wax doll, the sweet and unusual name of +Golden.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p>There came a light tap on the outer door. Mrs. Desmond rose +to open it. Golden peeped again and saw her cousin Elinor coming +in.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</a></span></p> + +<p>"May I come in and see the invalid?" she asked, brightly, and +Bertram Chesleigh answered:</p> + +<p>"Yes, do, Miss Glenalvan. Ruby is better and is holding a +levee of her humble subjects."</p> + +<p>Elinor kissed the child and sat down as near as she dared to +Mr. Chesleigh.</p> + +<p>She looked very bright and blooming, and her dress was as +usual fashionable and becoming.</p> + +<p>Golden could see that Mrs. Desmond regarded her with a real +fondness. Elinor had found out the lady's weakness and played +upon it skillfully.</p> + +<p>She saw that she was jealous of her husband, and immediately +affected an indifference to, and an utter obliviousness of the fascinations +of the handsome Mr. Desmond, that delighted his wife +and drew her heart to Elinor.</p> + +<p>Clare, on the contrary, had an uncontrollable propensity for +flirting, and took a malicious pleasure in witnessing the grand +lady's silent rage at her walks and talks, and careless enjoyment +of her flippant husband's society.</p> + +<p>The result was that Elinor received a charmingly worded invitation +to return to the north with Mrs. Desmond, while Clare +was silently and chillingly ignored.</p> + +<p>She was bitterly angry at missing the trip, and sorely repented +her weakness, but too late for the repentance to avail, while Elinor +was transported with delight.</p> + +<p>Surely, she thought, a whole winter in New York, with beautiful +Golden out of the way, would be sufficient for the accomplishment +of her designs upon Bertram Chesleigh's heart.</p> + +<p>Sweet Golden read her cousin's purpose plainly in the tender +glances she gave Mr. Chesleigh now and then, from beneath her +black-fringed lashes, and the heart of the innocent girl sank +heavily.</p> + +<p>"She will win him from me," she said, drearily to herself. +"Elinor is so beautiful, and graceful, and brilliant, it is a wonder +that he ever liked me better than he did her. It was but a light +fancy after all, perhaps. He will forget it and turn to her."</p> + +<p>The thought gave her inexpressible pain.</p> + +<p>She sank upon the floor and hid her face in her hands, weeping +silent and bitter tears while the hum of gay talk and laughter +flowed on unheeded in the next room.</p> + +<p>So it is ever in the busy, jostling world. Sorrow and joy go +side by side.</p> + +<p>The bridal train meets the funeral procession. Life is mingled +sunshine and shadow.</p> + +<p>Ah, if Bertram Chesleigh could only have known what true +and faithful little heart was breaking so near him.</p> + +<p>After awhile the brightness died from Ruby's eyes, the little +face looked tired and wan. She said, almost petulantly:</p> + +<p>"Now I shall send you all away. Miss Glenalvan laughs so +much she makes my head ache."</p> + +<p>"Fie, my darling," cried her mother.</p> + +<p>"It is the truth, mamma," cried the willful little girl. "I<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</a></span> +want you all to go now and Mary shall bathe my head until I get +better."</p> + +<p>"Who is Mary? I feel quite jealous of her," said Elinor, +sweetly, but inwardly raging at the spoiled child's "whims" as +she termed them to herself.</p> + +<p>"Mary is my nurse," said the child, and her uncle laughingly +added:</p> + +<p>"A person with antipathy to me, Miss Glenalvan. You should +cultivate her. She must be a <i>rara avis</i>."</p> + +<p>"Do you suppose that all women admire your sex, sir?" +retorted the young lady, spiritedly, and they left the room exchanging +lively <i>badinage</i>, while Mrs. Desmond looked inside the +other door for Golden.</p> + +<p>She saw her sitting quietly, her sweet face bent over some sewing, +no trace apparent of the heartache she was silently enduring.</p> + +<p>"Mary, you may come to your charge now," she said with so +much more than her usual kindness of tone that Golden's delicate +lip quivered. Mrs. Desmond had been pleased to hear that Ruby's +beautiful nurse disliked men and was not willing to remain +in the room with one.</p> + +<p>She laid aside her sewing and went in to Ruby. Mrs. Desmond +bent to kiss her pet, and said, fondly:</p> + +<p>"Shall I stay and bathe your head, love?"</p> + +<p>"No, mamma, I would rather have Mary," she replied.</p> + +<p>"I shall be jealous of Mary. You are so fond of her," the +mother rejoined as she left the room.</p> + +<p>Golden put the dolls away and bathed the brow of the little +sufferer until she fell into a deep and quiet sleep.</p> + +<p>Then she sat near the window and watched the gloomy +September rain pattering drearily down, and the white mist rising +from the sea.</p> + +<p>The door opened and Celine came in softly, and sat down.</p> + +<p>"I want to talk to you a little, Mary," she said, in her low +voice. "Shall I disturb the child?"</p> + +<p>"Not if you talk softly," replied Golden, hoping that Celine +would tell her something about Glenalvan Hall.</p> + +<p>She was not disappointed, for the maid said at once:</p> + +<p>"I want to tell you about a queer old black woman I saw at +that place where Mr. Chesleigh was ill—Glenalvan Hall," watching +her narrowly.</p> + +<p>Golden started and looked up eagerly.</p> + +<p>"Yes, tell me about her, Celine," she said, with repressed excitement.</p> + +<p>"Well, to begin with," said Celine, "she was a most ridiculous-looking +old creature, full of grumblings and complaints. +This old creature when she found I was from New York, came +to me secretly, and asked me the oddest question."</p> + +<p>Golden, chancing to look up at that moment, met Celine's +eyes fixed upon her with such a strange expression that her heart +gave a frightened bound. It was evident that the maid had some +suspicions of her.</p> + +<p>She forced a calmness she did not feel, and replied carelessly:</p> + +<p>"The blacks, you know, Celine, are very ignorant. Their<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</a></span> +questions appear quite ridiculous sometimes to intelligent and +well-informed people."</p> + + + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXVII" id="CHAPTER_XXVII">CHAPTER XXVII.</a></h2> + + +<p>Celine looked cunningly at Golden, as she made her confused +explanation.</p> + +<p>"You seem to be well acquainted with the character of the +negroes," she said. "Perhaps you have been in the south."</p> + +<p>"I have," replied Golden, with sudden, pretty defiance. "It +was my birth-place."</p> + +<p>"Where? Glenalvan Hall?" asked Celine, thinking to catch +her.</p> + +<p>"I did not say that," replied Golden, coolly.</p> + +<p>"No? Well, I will tell you what that old woman—Dinah, she +was called, asked me about a young lady."</p> + +<p>Golden lifted her eyes and regarded her bravely.</p> + +<p>"Well?" she said.</p> + +<p>"She asked me," continued Celine, "if I had seen a young girl +in New York of about sixteen, with large, blue eyes, and long, +golden curls, dressed in a blue cashmere dress, and hat and jacket, +I told her yes, for her description of the lady's appearance corresponded +exactly with yours."</p> + +<p>Golden remained perfectly silent, her eyes turned resolutely +from Celine.</p> + +<p>"She asked me," the maid continued, "if the young girl had +found her mother."</p> + +<p>Golden could not repress a sudden, violent start.</p> + +<p>"Aha," cried Celine, quickly. "You see I am acquainted with +your whole history!"</p> + +<p>"You know nothing about me whatever, Celine," replied +Golden, warmly, "and I cannot see by what right you pry into my +affairs."</p> + +<p>"Oh, well, if we are so hoity-toity, we can keep our secret," +returned Celine, scornfully, "but somebody will find that it was +better to have made a friend than an enemy of Celine Duval!"</p> + +<p>With these ambiguous words, Celine bounced out of the room, +leaving poor little Golden terribly frightened and distressed.</p> + +<p>She silently resolved that she would leave Mrs. Desmond the +next day, proceed to New York, and make an effort to find her +mother.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile the irate maid had gone to Elinor's room. Mrs. +Desmond had kindly promised to allow Celine to superintend her +toilet while they remained at the seaside, and she was waiting +now for the Frenchwoman to arrange her hair.</p> + +<p>Celine had become possessed of Golden's secret, and she was +determined to make capital out of it for herself.</p> + +<p>Elinor was quite chatty and confidential with the skillful French +maid. In a very few moments while she was braiding the young +lady's hair she had dropped a few artful hints and innuendoes +that made Elinor start up half wild with fear and terror.</p> + +<p>"Oh, no, Celine, you must have imagined it. It is too incredible +to believe!"</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[Pg 78]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I do not ask you to believe <i>my</i> simple word, Miss Glenalvan," +replied Celine. "Look at the girl yourself, ma'am, and then you +can tell me if my suspicions are well founded."</p> + +<p>Elinor looked at her blankly for a moment. The maid returned +her gaze with unruffled serenity.</p> + +<p>"Only take a good look at her yourself, miss," she repeated.</p> + +<p>"How am I to do so without exciting her suspicions?" demanded +Elinor.</p> + +<p>"Easily enough," replied the wily French maid. "Go back to +the room and pretend to have lost some trifle. Get her to go down +on her knees to find it and you can obtain a good look into her +face."</p> + +<p>Elinor Glenalvan waited for no more. Clenching her small +hands vindictively, and with an evil look on her handsome face, +she hurried out into the corridor and made her way to Ruby's +room.</p> + +<p>She turned the handle softly and looked in. The child lay on +the bed sleeping peacefully, and Golden remained at the window +peering out through the half-open blind at the dismal prospect, +her red lips quivering grievously, her sweet blue eyes dim with +unshed tears.</p> + +<p>She started up nervously as her cousin came in abruptly and +closed the door.</p> + +<p>Elinor looked into her face and her heart grave a great, frightened +bound. She recognized the beautiful face instantly in spite +of the disfiguring cap and glasses.</p> + +<p>Controlling her rage by a violent effort, she observed with comparative +calmness:</p> + +<p>"I have lost a gold cuff-button, Mary, and thought perhaps I +had dropped it in here. Have you seen it?"</p> + +<p>Golden answered her with a shrinking negative, and Elinor +continued:</p> + +<p>"I am almost certain that I dropped it in this room. Perhaps +it has rolled beneath the bed. Will you get down and look under +it, Mary?"</p> + +<p>Golden complied without a word, and Elinor had the desired +opportunity of looking at the girl's face.</p> + +<p>In another moment, half beside herself with jealous rage, she +caught the cap and glasses from Golden's head and face, and cried +out in low, hoarse accents of intense passion:</p> + +<p>"Golden Glenalvan, you shameless creature, what are you doing here?"</p> + +<p>Golden sprang to her feet and looked at her heartless cousin in +momentary terrified silence.</p> + +<p>"What are you doing here?" Elinor repeated, in a voice of raging +scorn. "Did you wish to advertise your disgrace to Bertram +Chesleigh's sister?"</p> + +<p>"Disgrace?" faltered the poor, heart-broken child.</p> + +<p>"Yes, your disgrace. It is plain enough to be seen!" cried Elinor, +pointing a scornful finger at her cousin, who had dropped +into a chair and hid her blushing face in her small hands. "Did +you come here that Mrs. Desmond might learn the full measure +of her brother's sin?"</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</a></span></p> + +<p>Golden looked up with tear-wet, blue eyes into the blazing orbs +of the angry girl.</p> + +<p>"Elinor, I did not know she was his sister until after I came," +she murmured, pleadingly.</p> + +<p>"But when you found it out, why did you not go away?" Elinor +demanded, sharply.</p> + +<p>"I had nowhere to go—I was friendless and penniless. What +could I do but stay?" moaned Golden.</p> + +<p>"You should have drowned yourself. You are not fit to live, +you wicked, deceitful girl. So you were Mr. Chesleigh's mistress +after all, although you swore that you were pure and innocent!" +blazed Elinor.</p> + +<p>"I am innocent! I was never Bertram Chesleigh's mistress!" +Golden cried. "I am his own true——" she stopped with a moan +of anguish. "Go, I must not tell—I must keep my promise! Oh, +Elinor, you are my cousin. Do not be so hard and cruel!"</p> + +<p>"How dare you claim me as your cousin?" cried Elinor, angrily, +"Get up from the floor and stop making a simpleton of yourself. +You have got to go away from here. Do you understand me?"</p> + +<p>Golden rose to her feet and looked steadily into Elinor's face +with flashing blue eyes.</p> + +<p>A spirit was roused within her that quite equaled her cousin's.</p> + +<p>"Elinor," she answered, "I understand you, but let me tell +you here and now, that I defy your commands. You have no +authority over me, and I am the mistress of my own actions. I +shall remain in Mrs. Desmond's service as long as I choose to do +so. Your whole treatment of me has been such as to merit no +consideration at my hands, and it shall receive none."</p> + +<p>If angry looks could have killed, little Golden would never have +survived her defiant speech, for Elinor's dark eyes glared upon +her with the deadly fury of an enraged tigress.</p> + +<p>"You will not go," she hissed. "Perhaps you think to stay +here and resume your old sinful relations with Bertram Chesleigh."</p> + +<p>Before Golden could reply to the cruel taunt, there was an unthought-of +interruption.</p> + +<p>Little Ruby, awakened by Elinor's angry tones, sprang upright +in the bed, and cried out in the utmost surprise and resentment.</p> + +<p>"What is the matter? Why are you scolding my nurse, Miss +Glenalvan?"</p> + +<p>Elinor turned to Ruby with an instantaneous change of manner.</p> + +<p>"Why, you little darling," she cried, with honeyed sweetness, +"what an absurd idea! You must have dreamed it all. I was +only asking Mary about a gold cuff-button I had dropped on the +floor. I am very sorry I disturbed you in your refreshing +sleep."</p> + +<p>She left the room before the child could challenge her plausible +excuse, and returned to Celine.</p> + +<p>"I was right, ma'am," the maid cried, triumphantly. "I see +it in your face."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</a></span></p> + +<p>Elinor dropped into a chair, and the change in her face was +quite striking enough to have excited the woman's exclamation.</p> + +<p>She was as white as death, her black eyes gleamed with vindictive +rage, her thin lips were set in a cruel line.</p> + +<p>"Yes, you were right," she said, in a low, intense voice, "Celine, +that girl must go away from here."</p> + +<p>"Did you tell her so?" asked the woman.</p> + +<p>"Yes, and," helplessly, "she defied me. Oh, what am I to +do?"</p> + +<p>"She would not go for you?"</p> + +<p>"No she is determined to stay. But," passionately, "she must +go, and go this very day. If she remains, and Mr. Chesleigh sees +her, all is lost. He will recognize her instantly."</p> + +<p>"I expect you would give a great deal to get the girl out of your +way," said the maid, artfully.</p> + + + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXVIII" id="CHAPTER_XXVIII">CHAPTER XXVIII.</a></h2> + + +<p>Elinor lifted her flashing eyes, and looked at the maid, struck +by her significantly-uttered words.</p> + +<p>"Yes," she answered, boldly, "I would give anything I possess +to anyone who would remove her from my path without my +agency being known in the matter."</p> + +<p>"You would not care by what means?" asked Celine.</p> + +<p>"No," declared the young lady.</p> + +<p>Celine turned the key in the lock, and coming nearer to Elinor, +whispered softly:</p> + +<p>"What will you give me, Miss Glenalvan, if I will have the +girl driven out under a disgraceful ban this very night?"</p> + +<p>"Can you do it?" inquired Elinor, eagerly.</p> + +<p>"Easily," was the confident reply, "if you will make it worth +my while to do so."</p> + +<p>Elinor revolved the words a moment in her mind. She saw +that Celine's services would have to be amply requited, otherwise +the selfish creature would not trouble herself to help her out of +her difficulty.</p> + +<p>"You know I am not well off, Celine," she said, "but father +has promised to send me some money this month to buy my +winter outfit. To tell the truth I shall need every cent of it, for +I've scarcely a decent thing to wear this winter, but if you will +get the girl away before Mr. Chesleigh sees her, I will divide my +allowance with you."</p> + + +<p>"How much money has your father agreed to send you?" inquired +the rapacious woman.</p> + +<p>"Three hundred dollars," replied Elinor, "and I will give you +one-half of it if you will do me this service."</p> + +<p>She felt as if she making a very liberal offer, and was +surprised when the Frenchwoman shook her head.</p> + +<p>"A hundred and fifty would not pay me for the trouble," she +said, conclusively.</p> + +<p>Elinor looked at her a little blankly.</p> + +<p>"But don't you understand. Celine, that I cannot spare any<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</a></span> +more?" she said. "I must keep enough to buy a decent dress and +hat and cloak for the winter."</p> + +<p>"That matters not to me," replied Celine, with the utmost indifference. +"You must either give me the whole three hundred +or I will not help you."</p> + +<p>Elinor was angered and amazed at the woman's shameless rapacity.</p> + +<p>"I will not do it!" she exclaimed, "I dare say Golden will go +away of herself; anyhow, I do not intend to be fleeced so shamelessly."</p> + +<p>"As you please, miss," replied the maid coolly. She had the +game in her own hands, and was insolently aware of the fact. +"I'm not anxious to accommodate you, I dare say I could make +more by selling my secret. Don't you think Mr. Chesleigh would +give me a thousand dollars for telling him where to find his missing +sweetheart?"</p> + +<p>Elinor grew frightened and acquiescent all in a moment at +Celine's baleful threat.</p> + +<p>"Oh, Celine, don't do that," she cried, "I was only joking +when I said I would not do it. You shall have every dollar of +the money if you will get Golden away to-night as you said you +would."</p> + +<p>"I thought I should bring you to your senses," muttered +Celine, then she added aloud:</p> + +<p>"Thank you, miss. Are you sure that your father will send +the money?"</p> + +<p>"He promised to do so without fail," replied Elinor.</p> + +<p>"And you will really hand it over to me as soon as received?"</p> + +<p>"Yes."</p> + +<p>"Then you may consider the little marplot gone. In less than +an hour you will see her leaving this hotel followed by Mrs. Desmond's +curse," replied Celine, with perfect confidence in her +power of executing the task she had undertaken.</p> + +<p>"What do you mean? How will you accomplish it?" inquired +Elinor.</p> + +<p>"Never mind about that, I will do as I said, never fear. Are +you done with me now, Miss Glenalvan? If you are I will go to +Mrs. Desmond. She will need me to do her hair."</p> + +<p>"You may go, Celine," replied the young lady. "Now be sure," +a little nervously, "that you do not implicate <i>me</i> in the affair."</p> + +<p>"Trust me for managing everything all right," was the airy +reply.</p> + +<p>She went out and made her way to the dressing-room of her +mistress.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Desmond was sitting before the dressing-table with a small +jewel-casket open in her lap.</p> + +<p>She was turning over some pretty rings with her white fingers.</p> + +<p>Celine went up to the table and began to get out the combs and +brushes.</p> + +<p>"Are you ready for me to do your hair?" she inquired.</p> + +<p>"In a moment," replied Mrs. Desmond. "I am looking over<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</a></span> +my rings now. I want to select one of the neatest and plainest +for a present to someone."</p> + +<p>Celine simpered and coughed. She fully expected to become +the fortunate recipient.</p> + +<p>"I must confess that I have been mistaken for once," continued +Mrs. Desmond, half to herself. "When the girl came here +first, I was prejudiced against her, partly because she was so +pretty and childish-looking, and again because we had had so +many hateful nurses, I thought she must necessarily be like +them. But I was for once happily mistaken. She has been so +humble and unobtrusive, and endeared herself so much to my +little girl, that I must really reward her for her good care of my +darling during my absence."</p> + +<p>"Of whom are you speaking, ma'am?" inquired Celine, green +with envy, as the lady paused, having selected a plain, gold band, +set with a single, shining, white pearl.</p> + +<p>"Of Mary Smith," Mrs. Desmond replied, "and I am going to +give her this ring in token of my respect for her good character, +and my gratitude for the really motherly care which she has +taken of my dear, frail, little Ruby."</p> + + + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXIX" id="CHAPTER_XXIX">CHAPTER XXIX.</a></h2> + + +<p>At Mrs. Desmond's kindly-spoken words, Celine heaved a deep +sigh and remained silent. The lady glanced up at her in some +surprise.</p> + +<p>"What is the matter, Celine?" she inquired. "Do you not +think I am right to acknowledge my appreciation of her valuable +services?"</p> + +<p>The maid only sighed more deeply, casting down her eyes as +if in great distress.</p> + +<p>"I hope you are not jealous, Celine," continued her mistress. +"You know I have given you many such testimonials of my favor."</p> + +<p>"Yes, that you have, and I'm not jealous—not a bit, dear mistress," +cried Celine; "but, oh, dear, oh, dear! that you should +have been so cruelly deceived and betrayed."</p> + +<p>"Celine, what do you mean?" asked the lady, disturbed.</p> + +<p>"Oh, my dear lady, I hate to grieve you, but I can't bear to +see you imposed upon any longer by that shameless girl! Oh, +my dear mistress, where are your eyes that you can't see her disgrace? +Oh, how I wish I had told all I knew at first!" cried Celine, +wringing her hands, while tears fell from her eyes.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Desmond sprang up and caught her by the arm excitedly.</p> + +<p>"Speak! What is it that you know?" she cried, passionately. +"Have I been deceived in Mary Smith?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, my dear lady—most cruelly deceived!" exclaimed Celine.</p> + +<p>"But she has certainly been kind to the child. Else Ruby +would have complained," said Mrs. Desmond in perplexity.</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes, she was kind to the child, I admit, but it was all for +a blind. And all the—all the while—oh, Mrs. Desmond, if you +could only understand without my telling it," cried Celine, +breaking off abruptly, with an appearance of grief and reluctance.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</a></span></p> + +<p>The passionate, jealous heart of the listener caught the artful +bait instantly.</p> + +<p>She gasped for breath, her brilliant face whitened to a marble +pallor, and she caught at the back of a chair to steady herself.</p> + +<p>If Celine had not been utterly selfish and pitiless she must have +retracted her cruel lie in the face of that utter despair on the +beautiful face of her mistress. But the greed of gold overpowered +every other consideration in her base mind.</p> + +<p>"Celine," the startled woman broke out, "do you mean to +say that—my husband——" she paused, and her blazing eyes +searched the woman's face.</p> + +<p>"Your husband loves her—alas, yes, my poor, deceived mistress," +cried the maid. "The deceitful creature has won his heart +from you."</p> + +<p>There was a moment's silence while Mrs. Desmond groped +blindly in her mind for some tangible proof on which to pin her +faith in her beloved husband.</p> + +<p>"Celine, you must be mistaken," she exclaimed. "You know +we have been away from home almost the whole time since the +girl came to us. She has had no chance with my husband."</p> + +<p>"Alas, Mrs. Desmond, you force me to tell you," sighed Celine. +"Know, then, that it all began before you went south to Mr. +Chesleigh. The very day after she came I caught Mr. Desmond +kissing Mary Smith, with his arms around her waist."</p> + +<p>"Celine, will you swear to this?" gasped the unhappy wife.</p> + +<p>"I will take my Bible oath to its truth," was the emphatic reply.</p> + +<p>"Then God help me," moaned the stricken woman. "Celine, +why did you not tell me all this before?"</p> + +<p>"I was afraid of master's anger," she replied. "He threatened +me and I promised not to tell. Oh, my dear lady, will you +promise to shield me from his wrath? I could not see you so imposed +on any longer."</p> + +<p>"So the affair has been going on from bad to worse, Celine?" +inquired her mistress, faintly.</p> + +<p>"Yes, my dear mistress. You remember how anxious he was +to return to New York and take little Miss Ruby to the seashore. +It was all an excuse to get back to the nurse. And since we came +back yesterday—well, I've told enough already. Are you angry +with me, my dear, injured lady?" inquired Celine breaking off, +artfully, just where she really had nothing more to tell, unless +she had fabricated a wholesale lie.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Desmond shook her head and remained silent. The maid +was disappointed. She had expected a wild outpouring of anger +from the jealous wife, but instead she preserved an ominous +quiet.</p> + +<p>Her head drooped on her bosom, her face was colorless as death, +her wild, burning, dark eyes were the only signs of life in her.</p> + +<p>Celine was a little startled at the effect of her wickedness. She +brought some <i>eau de cologne</i>, and tried to bathe the face of her +mistress but was quickly motioned away.</p> + +<p>"Go, Celine, send that girl here to me," she said, speaking in a +dry, hard, unnatural voice.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[Pg 84]</a></span></p> + +<p>The maid went out, and Mrs. Desmond waited but a moment +before the door unclasped and little Golden entered. She paused +in the middle of the room, and said in her gentle voice:</p> + +<p>"You sent for me, Mrs. Desmond?"</p> + +<p>Mrs. Desmond lifted her eyes and looked at the beautiful girl +whom she believed to be the wicked destroyer of her happiness. +Golden shrank before the withering scorn of that look.</p> + +<p>"Oh, madam, is anything the matter?" she faltered.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Desmond rose and towered above her in all the dignity of +her insulted wifehood.</p> + +<p>"Oh, no," she said, in a low, deep voice of concentrated passion, +"there is very little the matter—only this trifle. You have +shamelessly robbed me of my husband."</p> + +<p>"Madam!" cried Golden, in alarm and consternation.</p> + +<p>"You need not pretend innocence—you cannot deceive me," +cried the outraged wife. "You have won his heart, you have +stolen him from me, and you have forever ruined my life."</p> + +<p>"Oh, madam, who has told you this dreadful tale? It is not +true. I would sooner die than wrong you," cried Golden, with +pitiful earnestness.</p> + +<p>"Hush, do not lie to me," exclaimed Mrs. Desmond, lifting and +pointing a scornful finger at the shrinking form. "Your looks +declare your shame. Go, leave the house this moment wretched +creature, before in my madness I lay violent hands on you!"</p> + +<p>But Golden did not go. She knelt down before her angry +accuser, and looked up at her pleadingly.</p> + +<p>"Oh, Mrs. Desmond, you are mistaken! You wrong me +bitterly by such a suspicion!" she cried, with the tears streaming +down her fair cheeks.</p> + +<p>"Wrong you!" Mrs. Desmond cried, "are you not then——" +she bent and fairly hissed the remaining words into the girl's ear. +Golden threw up her hands with a cry of dismay.</p> + +<p>"Oh, my God, this is too horrible!" she wailed, "how can I +bear it?"</p> + +<p>"Did I not speak the truth?" Mrs. Desmond demanded.</p> + +<p>"It is true, madam, I cannot deny it," replied the girl, crimson +with burning blushes, "but I—oh, I call Heaven to witness my +truth, Mrs. Desmond, I am nothing to your husband, I was—was—married +before I came to you."</p> + +<p>"Then where is your husband?"</p> + +<p>"I cannot tell," faltered the white lips.</p> + +<p>"That is strange," said Mrs. Desmond, scornfully. "Has he +left you?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, madam," with a pitiful droop of the fair head.</p> + +<p>"Why did he do so?" inquired the lady</p> + +<p>"I cannot tell you," Golden murmured, sorrowfully.</p> + +<p>Ah, if Mrs. Desmond had only known the truth, that it was her +brother's wife kneeling there ashamed and dejected before her. +But she did not dream it, and her anger rose at the girl's unsatisfactory +replies to her questions.</p> + +<p>"I will not ask you any more questions," she said, "I do not +wish to hear more of your weak falsehoods. Get up from there, +and go. Leave the house now and at once, before I publish your<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</a></span> +conduct to everyone. You need not go to Mrs. Markham for +sympathy. I shall go to her at once and tell her what you are."</p> + +<p>Golden stood still, staring at her blankly a moment. She was +dazed and frightened at the shameful suspicion that had fallen +upon her, and she did not know how to convince Mrs. Desmond +of her innocence.</p> + +<p>"Oh, madam, if I could only induce you to believe that I am +not the vile creature you think me," she cried in anguish.</p> + +<p>"Hush; leave the room!" Mrs. Desmond answered stormily. +"Go, and take with you the bitterest curse of an injured woman. +May the good God speedily avenge my cruel wrongs!"</p> + +<p>She crossed to the door, threw it open, and pointed silently to +it.</p> + +<p>Golden obeyed the mute sentence of her lifted finger and glided +out, a forlorn, little figure, feeling almost annihilated by the vivid +lightning of Mrs. Desmond's angry eyes.</p> + +<p>The door slammed heavily behind her, and she walked along +through the brightly lighted hotel corridor, for the twilight had +fallen long ago.</p> + +<p>The rain was falling heavily, and Golden shrank and trembled +at the thought of encountering the black, inclement night. The +thought came to her—why should she go?</p> + +<p>She was ill, friendless, almost penniless. It was her husband's +right to protect her.</p> + +<p>And here she was passing his very door. Should she not appeal +to him for comfort in this terrible hour?</p> + +<p>Her trembling limbs refused to carry her past his door. She +turned the handle with a weak and trembling hand and stepped +over the threshold.</p> + + + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXX" id="CHAPTER_XXX">CHAPTER XXX.</a></h2> + + +<p>When Golden on the impulse of the moment had entered the +room that she knew was Bertram Chesleigh's, she stood frightened +and trembling inside the closed door, afraid to look up at first +at the man who had treated her so cruelly.</p> + +<p>Gathering courage at the shuddering remembrance of the terrors +that awaited her in the darkness of the gloomy night outside, +she looked up at last, determined to make at least one appeal to +her husband.</p> + +<p>The gas had been lighted and it threw a flood of brightness +over every object in the room.</p> + +<p>On a sofa at the further end Bertram Chesleigh lay sleeping in +a careless position, as if he had just thrown himself down, wearied +and overcome with fatigue.</p> + +<p>The jet-black hair was tossed carelessly back from his high, +white brow, and the thick, dark lashes lay heavily upon his +cheeks, as if his slumber was deep and dreamless.</p> + +<p>A small table was drawn closely to his side, littered with writing +materials, and a pen with the ink scarcely dried upon it, lay +beside a letter just stamped and sealed, and addressed to:</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 5em;"> +<span class="smcap">Richard Leith</span>.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">No. —— Park Avenue, New York.</span> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[Pg 86]</a></span></p> + +<p>As Golden glided across the room, and paused, with her small +hand resting upon the table, the superscription of the letter caught +her eyes by the merest chance. She started, caught it up in her +hand and scanned it eagerly.</p> + +<p>"Richard Leith," she read, and her voice trembled with eagerness. +"How strange! Why is he writing to Richard Leith?"</p> + +<p>She glanced at the sleeper, but not the quiver of an eyelash betrayed +disturbance at her presence.</p> + +<p>She drew a slip of paper toward her, and neatly copied the address +from the letter, placing it securely in her little purse.</p> + +<p>Then she paused, turning another wistful glance from the letter +which she still held in her hand, to the pale, handsome face +of the husband who had discarded her because she had been born +to a heritage of shame.</p> + +<p>She wondered again if Bertram Chesleigh knew Richard Leith, +and why he had written to him, but no thought of the truth +came into her mind, or how gladly she would have flown to the +quiet sleeper and folded him in her loving arms, and sobbed out +her gladness on his broad breast.</p> + +<p>Instead she stood gazing at him a few moments in troubled +silence, the tear-drops hanging like pearls on her thick, golden +lashes, her breast heaving with suppressed sighs.</p> + +<p>Then she turned and went out of the room, her first impulse +to awaken him having been diverted into another course by her +opportune discovery of the address of the man whom she believed +to be her father.</p> + +<p>"Bertram would only despise and defy me if I appealed to +him, perhaps," she murmured, "I will seek my misguided +mother instead."</p> + +<p>She gave him one sad, reproachful glance and hurried out of +the room.</p> + +<p>As she closed the door it inadvertently slammed and awakened +the sleeper. He started up, confusedly passing his hand across +his brow, and looking up for the person whom he supposed had +entered the room.</p> + +<p>"I distinctly heard the door slam," he said to himself. "Someone +either entered or left the room."</p> + +<p>But as no one appeared, he concluded that someone had entered, +and finding him asleep, had gone out again.</p> + +<p>He crossed to the door and looked out into the lighted corridor.</p> + +<p>No one was visible, and he was about to close the door again, +when his sister Edith came suddenly in sight.</p> + +<p>He waited until she came up to him, her dark silk dress rustling +as she moved hurriedly along.</p> + +<p>"Come in, Edith," he said. "I am sorry I was asleep when +you came in just now. Why did you not awaken me? I was +only dozing. The closing of the door awakened me instantly."</p> + +<p>She looked up at him in surprise, and then he saw that her +brilliant face was quite pale, and her dark eyes had a strange, +unnatural glare in them.</p> + +<p>"I have not been in your room since morning," she replied. +"What made you think so, Bert?"</p> + +<p>"Someone must have come in and gone out again, for I was<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</a></span> +awakened by the closing of the door, and I thought at first it +must have been you. Doubtless it was only a servant. It does +not matter. But, Edith, has anything happened? You look pale +and strange."</p> + +<p>She threw herself down into a chair, and her unnatural calm +gave way to a flood of tears.</p> + +<p>Mr. Chesleigh was shocked and distressed. He bent over her +and entreated her to tell him the cause of her grief.</p> + +<p>Checking her tears by a great effort of will, Mrs. Desmond told +him all that had passed.</p> + +<p>"I will never live with Mr. Desmond again," she said, passionately, +when she had finished her story. "Ever since we married +he has outraged my love and my pride by his glaring flirtations, +but this last affair is too grievous and shameful to be +tamely endured. I hate him for his falsehood and infidelity, and +I will never live with him again!"</p> + +<p>"Edith, think of the scandal, the notoriety, if you leave your +husband," he remonstrated.</p> + +<p>"I do not care," she replied, her dark eyes blazing with wrath +and defiance; "let them say what they will; I will not tamely +endure such a cruel insult! You must make some arrangement +for me, Bertie, for I will never, never live with Mr. Desmond +again!"</p> + +<p>And Bertram Chesleigh, with his heart on fire at his beloved +sister's wrongs and his brain puzzled over the best way to right +them, little dreamed that his own weakness and wrong-doing +had been the sole cause of her sorrow. His fiery indignation +was spent upon his brother-in-law when it should have been +bestowed upon himself.</p> + + + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXXI" id="CHAPTER_XXXI">CHAPTER XXXI.</a></h2> + + +<p>"I will not go in to bid little Ruby farewell," Golden said to +herself sadly, as she left the room of Bertram Chesleigh. "The +little one loves me and I could not bear her grief at parting with +me. I will slip into the next room without her knowledge, get +my hat and jacket, and go away quietly. When I am gone, perhaps +Mrs. Desmond may become reconciled to her husband."</p> + +<p>She did not dream that the proud woman's anger and resentment +against her husband would carry her to the length of a +separation with him.</p> + +<p>She donned her hat and jacket, and tied her few articles of +clothing into a compact bundle. Taking them in her hand, she +stole noiselessly out, and made her way to the lower portico of +the great hotel.</p> + +<p>She paused there, a little dismayed, and looked out at the black +and starless night with the chill September drizzle falling ceaselessly. +She would be obliged to walk two miles through the +storm to take the midnight train for New York.</p> + +<p>It would have been perfectly easy to have hired a conveyance +but she had only nine dollars left in her purse after discharging +her debt to Mrs. Markham, and not knowing how much her fare<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[Pg 88]</a></span> +to the city might be, she was afraid to waste a penny in hack +hire.</p> + +<p>She decided that she must walk, so, unfurling her small sun-umbrella +as some slight protection against the beating rain, she +plunged with a shiver into the wet and darkness of the untoward +night.</p> + +<p>She groped along wearily in the dreary road, scarcely conscious +of her physical discomfort and peril in the agonizing pain and +humiliation that ached at her heart. She had been driven forth +under the ban of cruel shame and disgrace.</p> + +<p>Bertram Chesleigh would hear the story of Ruby's wicked, deceitful +nurse, and would hate her memory, little thinking that it +was his own wretched wife, and that she had borne Mrs. Desmond's +angry charge without defending herself, and all for his +sake, because he was too proud to acknowledge her claim on +him.</p> + +<p>The weary walk was accomplished at last, and Golden waited +several hours in her wet and draggled garments in the fireless +room at the station for the train that was to take her to New +York.</p> + +<p>It came at last, and in a few more miserable hours she was safe +in the city. She found, after paying her fare, that she had +enough left to pay for a bed and breakfast at a hotel, and gladly +availed herself of the privilege.</p> + +<p>Wretched and impatient as she felt, her overstrained mind +yielded to the physical weakness that was stealing over her, and +she slept soundly for several hours. Rising, refreshed and +strengthened, she made a substantial breakfast and sallied for +No. —— Park Avenue. She hardly knew what she would do when +she arrived there, but the conviction was strong upon her that +she must go.</p> + +<p>She had no difficulty in finding the number. The house was +large and elegant, with a flight of brown stone steps in front. +Golden climbed them a little timidly, and rang the bell.</p> + +<p>The servant in waiting stared at her cheap attire a little superciliously +as he opened the door, but when she inquired if Mrs. +Leith were at home his aspect changed.</p> + +<p>"Oh, you are come in answer to the advertisement for a maid," +he said. "Yes, my mistress is at home, and she will see you at +once. Come this way."</p> + +<p>Golden followed him in silence to the lady's dressing-room. +The thought came to her that this would be an admirable pretext +for making the acquaintance of the Leiths, so she did not deny +that she was seeking a situation.</p> + +<p>A beautiful, golden-haired lady opened the door at her timid +knock. The girl's heart gave a great, muffled throb.</p> + +<p>"My mother," she thought.</p> + + + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXXII" id="CHAPTER_XXXII">CHAPTER XXXII.</a></h2> + + +<p>"Mrs. Leith, this is a young woman who has answered the +advertisement for a maid," said the man, respectfully, as he +turned away.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</a></span></p> + +<p>The beautiful lady nodded Golden to a seat, and looked at her +with careless condescension.</p> + +<p>"What is your name?" she inquired.</p> + +<p>"Mary Smith," answered the girl in a low, fluttering voice.</p> + +<p>"Have you any recommendations?"</p> + +<p>"Not as a maid, as the occupation is new to me. I have been +a nurse heretofore, but if you will try me I will do my best to +please you," said Golden, anxiously.</p> + +<p>"I am very hard to please," said Mrs. Leith.</p> + +<p>She did not tell Golden that she was so very hard to please +that no one could suit her, leaving her to find that out for herself, +as she would be sure to do if she remained.</p> + +<p>There was a moment's silence, and Golden gravely regarded +Mrs. Leith. She was <i>petite</i> and graceful in form, with large, blue +eyes, waving masses of golden hair, and beautifully-moulded +features. She was barely thirty years old in appearance, and +was richly and becomingly attired.</p> + +<p>Yet Golden shivered and trembled as she regarded the fair, +smiling beauty. How could she look so bright and careless with +the brand of deadly sin upon her? There was neither sorrow +nor repentance on the smiling, debonair face.</p> + +<p>"And this is my mother," Golden thought to herself, with a +strange heaviness at her heart. "She seems utterly indifferent +at her wickedness. Ah, she little dreams that the poor babe that +she deserted so heartlessly is sitting before her now."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Leith's light, careless voice jarred suddenly on her mournful +mood.</p> + +<p>"Well, I will try you, Mary, for I need a maid. My last one +was so incapable I had to discharge her. You may do my hair +for me now. I am going to drive in the park with Mr. Leith, if +his troublesome clients do not detain him. My husband is a +lawyer, Mary, and his time is almost wholly engrossed by his +business."</p> + +<p>"Her husband," Golden repeated to herself, as she wound the +shining tresses into braids. "So they keep up that farce before +the world. Poor mother! how she must love my father to remain +with him on such humiliating terms. Is she really happy, +or does she only wear a mask?"</p> + +<p>But there was no apparent sorrow or remorse on the complacent +face of the lady as she gave her orders and directions to the new +maid.</p> + +<p>The uppermost thought in her mind was how to make the +most of her beauty.</p> + +<p>Golden had to arrange her hair twice before she was suited, +and she tried several dresses in turn before she decided on one. +She was inordinately vain and fond of finery, and Golden thought +pitifully to herself:</p> + +<p>"Her beauty is the only hold she has on my father, and she is +compelled to make its preservation the sole aim of her life."</p> + +<p>She wondered a little that no yearning throb had stirred her +heart at the sight of her beautiful mother, but she told herself +that it was simply because her mother's sin had wholly alienated +the natural affection of her purer-hearted daughter.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</a></span></p> + +<p>She pitied her with a great, yearning pity, but no impulse +prompted her to kiss the dewy, crimson lips, she had no temptation +to pillow her head on the fair bosom that had denied its +shelter and sustenance to her helpless infancy.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Leith did not look as if she would have made a tender +mother.</p> + +<p>"Have you any children, madam?" she asked, suddenly, and +Mrs. Leith answered:</p> + +<p>"No," rather shortly, but added a minute later: "And I am +glad of it, for I do not love children. But Mr. Leith does, and is +rather sorry that we have none."</p> + +<p>"He is justly punished for his sin," thought his unknown +daughter, while she secretly wondered why he had never claimed +the child his wife had heartlessly deserted to return to him.</p> + +<p>"Perhaps she told him I was dead," thought Golden, looking +at the beautiful woman with a strange thrill of repulsion. "Perhaps +he would have loved me and cared for me, had he known I +lived."</p> + +<p>A thrill of pity, half mixed with tenderness, stirred her heart +for the father who had been cheated of the child he would have +loved.</p> + +<p>She became conscious of a burning desire to meet her father—the +man who had wronged her mother, and who had been +wronged in turn, in that he had never beheld the face of his +child.</p> + +<p>There was a manly step at the door, and it opened, admitting a +tall, handsome man in the prime of life.</p> + +<p>Golden's heart gave a quick, wild throb, then sank heavily in +her breast.</p> + +<p>She retreated hastily to the shade of a window-curtain, where +she could observe the new-comer, herself unobserved.</p> + +<p>Richard Leith was tall, dark, and very handsome, though there +were iron-gray threads in his dark, waving hair, and in the long, +magnificent beard that rippled down upon his breast.</p> + +<p>He looked like a man who had known trouble and sorrow. +His face was both sad and stern, and his dark eyes were cold and +gloomy.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Leith looked up at him carelessly, and his grave face did +not brighten at the sight of her beauty, enhanced as it was by +the rich, blue silk, and becoming white lace bonnet with its garland +of roses.</p> + +<p>"Are you ready for your drive, Mrs. Leith?" he inquired, with +punctilious politeness.</p> + +<p>"Yes, I am just ready," she replied, carelessly. "You see I +have a new maid; she is rather awkward, but I shall keep her until +I can do better."</p> + +<p>Mr. Leith gave an indifferent nod toward the gray gown and +white cap that was dimly visible at the furthest corner of the +room, then he went out with his wife, and Golden sank down +upon the carpet and wept some bitter, bitter tears, that seemed +to lift a little bit of the load of grief from her oppressed bosom.</p> + +<p>After all, she had found her father and mother, and it was possible<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[Pg 91]</a></span> +that she might bring them to see the wickedness of their +course, and to seek reformation.</p> + +<p>She determined not to reveal her identity just yet.</p> + +<p>She would stay with them a little and learn more of them before +she made her strong appeal to them in behalf of truth.</p> + +<p>She would not reproach them just yet for the blight they +had cast on her innocent life. She would patiently bide her +time.</p> + +<p>It was a strange position to be placed in.</p> + +<p>Under the roof of her own parents, unknown and unacknowledged, +with her whole life laid bare and desolate through their +sin.</p> + +<p>A hot and passionate resentment against them surged up into +Golden's wounded heart.</p> + +<p>What right had her mother to be so fair and happy when she +had sinned so grievously?</p> + +<p>Perhaps she would be very angry when she knew that the child +she had so pitilessly deserted had hunted her down to confront +her with her sin.</p> + +<p>"I will wait a little. I will not speak yet," she said. "I shall +know them better after awhile, and I shall know how to approach +them better."</p> + +<p>So the days waned and faded.</p> + +<p>Golden began to become very well acquainted with the beautiful +woman whom she believed to be her mother. She was vain, +frivolous, heartless.</p> + +<p>The pure-hearted girl recoiled instinctively from her. But she +could not understand Mr. Leith so well.</p> + +<p>He was a mystery to her. Some settled shadow seemed to +brood heavily over him always.</p> + +<p>He was engrossed with his studies and business. Golden wondered +if it was remorse that preyed so heavily on him. She had +never seen a smile on the stern, finely-cut lips.</p> + +<p>There was one thing that struck her strangely, Richard Leith +and his so-called wife did not appear very fond of each other. +The gentleman was studiously courteous, polite and kind, but +Golden never saw on his expressive face that light of adoring +tenderness she had loved to see on Bertram Chesleigh's whenever +he looked at her. Mrs. Leith was totally absorbed in her dresses, +her novels, and her daily drives, during which she excited much +admiration by her beauty and her exquisite toilets. But love +and passion—these seemed to be worn-out themes between the +strangely-mated pair. They addressed each other formally as +Mr. and Mrs. Leith, but Golden had noticed that the lady's clothing +was marked "G. L." She knew, of course, that the letter G. +stood for Golden, but when she asked her about it with apparent +carelessness one day, the lady answered that it was for Gertrude.</p> + +<p>"She has discarded even her name," her daughter mused bitterly. +"Perhaps she has even forgotten her old home and her +deserted father and her little child."</p> + +<p>And in spite of herself Golden felt that she heartily despised +the woman whom she should have loved in spite of all her faults<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[Pg 92]</a></span> +because she was her mother. But some strange and subtle fascination +drew her nearer and nearer to Richard Leith.</p> + +<p>Her anger and scorn which she had tried to foster at first began +to dissolve in spite of herself into a yearning and sorrowful tenderness.</p> + + + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXXIII" id="CHAPTER_XXXIII">CHAPTER XXXIII.</a></h2> + + +<p>Several weeks went by, and Golden wondered very much if +the Desmonds had returned to the city, and if the lady still held +her unjust suspicions and jealousy against her.</p> + +<p>She often wondered as she looked at Richard Leith's stern, set +face, why Bertram Chesleigh had written to him, and for what +object.</p> + +<p>One day she heard Mrs. Leith remark to her husband that she +had seen Mr. Desmond driving in the park alone that morning.</p> + +<p>"He looked pale and dejected—quite unlike himself," she +added, "I wonder if his handsome wife and little daughter are +at the seaside yet."</p> + +<p>"Did you not know," said Mr. Leith, "Mrs. Desmond and +Ruby have gone to Europe with Chesleigh."</p> + +<p>"Gone without her husband," cried the lady. "How strange! +Do you not think so?"</p> + +<p>"Not strange when you hear the circumstances," Mr. Leith +replied, gravely. "The truth is Mrs. Desmond became violently +jealous of a pretty servant girl, and declared she would leave +him—even threatened a divorce. To save publicity her brother +persuaded her to take a trip with him to Europe, hoping that +time might soften her anger. You understand that these are not +public facts, Mrs. Leith. They came to me personally as the +Desmonds' lawyer."</p> + +<p>"I shall not repeat them," she replied, taking the gentle hint, +good-humoredly. "Do you think she will ever be reconciled, +Mr. Leith?"</p> + +<p>"I scarcely think so. Mrs. Desmond is perfectly implacable at +present. Mr. Desmond employed me as a mediator between +them, but I could accomplish nothing. He swears that she was +unjustly jealous, and that there was nothing at all between him +and the girl. But I could not induce Mr. Chesleigh nor his sister +to believe the assertion."</p> + +<p>"What became of the girl?" inquired Mrs. Leith.</p> + +<p>"Mrs. Desmond drove the wretched creature away. It is not +known what became of her," replied the lawyer; "altogether it +is a very sad affair. Chesleigh has acted on my advice in taking +his sister out of the country for awhile. I pity Bertram Chesleigh. +He has had a bad entanglement himself lately which he +has been compelled to place in my hands. But, poor boy, I fear +I can do nothing for him."</p> + +<p>"He is trying to get a divorce from me," thought Golden, with +a dizzy horror in her mind, and the bitter agony of the thought +drove the color from her face, and the life from her heart. With +an exceeding bitter cry she threw up her arms in the air, staggered +blindly forward and fell heavily upon the floor.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</a></span></p> + +<p>"What is that?" cried Mr. Leith, looking round with a great +start.</p> + +<p>"Why, it's Mary Smith! I had forgotten that she was in the +room," cried Mrs. Leith. "Oh, look, she is dead!"</p> + +<p>She began to wring her hands excitedly, but Mr. Leith said +quietly:</p> + +<p>"Do not alarm yourself. She has only fainted I suppose. +Bring some water and we will soon revive her."</p> + +<p>She ran into the dressing-room, and Mr. Leith bent down over +the prostrate form and lifted the drooping head compassionately.</p> + +<p>The ugly, concealing cap and glasses had fallen off, and as his +gaze rested fully on the lovely, marble-white face, a cry of surprise +and anguish broke from his lips.</p> + +<p>"My God, how terribly like!" he muttered. Then, as Mrs. +Leith returned with water and <i>eau de cologne</i>, he applied them +both, without the slightest success, for Golden still lay cold, white +and rigid, like one dead, upon his arm.</p> + +<p>"Is she dead?" Mrs. Leith whispered, fearfully.</p> + +<p>"I cannot tell. Ring for the housekeeper. Perhaps she may +know better how to apply the remedies," he replied, still holding +the light form in his arms, and gazing with a dazed expression on +the beautiful, unconscious face.</p> + +<p>The housekeeper came, and declared, in a fright at first, that +the girl was dead. Then she turned Mr. Leith out of the room, +loosened Golden's clothing, and rubbed her vigorously.</p> + +<p>In about ten minutes the quiet eyelids fluttered faintly, and a +gasping sigh parted the white lips.</p> + +<p>The housekeeper beckoned Mrs. Leith to her side.</p> + +<p>"She lives," she whispered, softly, "but she had better have +died."</p> + +<p>"I do not understand you," Mrs. Leith replied.</p> + +<p>"I have made a discovery," continued the old housekeeper. +"The girl has deceived you, madam. She is a bad lot, for all her +sweet, childish, innocent face."</p> + +<p>"Deceived me—how?" Mrs. Leith demanded.</p> + +<p>"She is not an innocent maiden, as she appeared. Oh, Mrs. +Leith, can you not see for yourself? The wretched creature is +likely to become a mother in a few short months."</p> + +<p>"You are jesting. She is barely more than a child," Mrs. Leith +broke out, incredulously.</p> + +<p>"It's the Lord's truth, madam. Faugh! the wicked little piece! +A pity I hadn't let her die!" sniffed the virtuous housekeeper, +with a scornful glance at the reviving girl.</p> + + + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXXIV" id="CHAPTER_XXXIV">CHAPTER XXXIV.</a></h2> + + +<p>Mrs. Leith drew back her trailing silken skirts from contact +with poor Golden's recumbent form as if there were contamination +in her very touch.</p> + +<p>"I have been terribly deceived," she said, "I had begun to like +the girl very much. She suited me more than any maid I have +had for a long while, and I thought her quite pure and respectable.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</a></span> +Do the best you can for her, Mrs. Brown, for I shall send +her away as soon as she is able to walk."</p> + +<p>Heedless of Golden's large, blue eyes that unclosed and fixed +themselves reproachfully upon her, she swept from the room +and sought Mr. Leith, to whom she confided the housekeeper's +discovery.</p> + +<p>The grave-faced lawyer looked shocked and distressed, unaccountably +so, the lady thought.</p> + +<p>"I can scarcely credit it," he said. "She has such an innocent +and child-like face."</p> + +<p>"Such faces are sometimes deceiving," remarked the lady. +"This instance proves the fact."</p> + +<p>"What do you intend to do with the poor child!" Mr. Leith +asked, with an unconscious sigh.</p> + +<p>"I shall send her away, of course," Mrs. Leith replied, decidedly.</p> + +<p>"Oh, <i>cruel, unnatural mother</i>!" said a faint, reproachful voice, +behind her.</p> + +<p>She turned with a start and saw that Golden had followed her.</p> + +<p>The poor child stood trembling in the doorway, her dress in +disorder, her beautiful hair broken loose from its fastenings, and +streaming over her shoulders, her great, blue eyes blazing like +stars in her lovely, pallid face, her sweet lips curled in scorn as +she pointed her finger at Mrs. Leith, and exclaimed:</p> + +<p>"Oh, cruel, unnatural mother! Is your life so pure that you +can afford to sit in judgment on me?"</p> + +<p>"Is the girl mad?" Mrs. Leith exclaimed, recoiling from her.</p> + +<p>"No, I am not mad, although my wrongs have been bitter +enough to madden any human being," Golden retorted, passionately. +"I am not mad, although your terrible sin has ruined +my life and broken my heart."</p> + +<p>"<i>My</i> sin, <i>mine</i>!" retorted Mrs. Leith, in apparent bewilderment. +"What do you mean, girl? I am nothing to you!"</p> + +<p>"Nothing to me, oh, my God," moaned Golden, wringing her +white hands. "Then you deny that you are my mother?"</p> + +<p>"<i>Your</i> mother, girl, when I have never had a child in my life. +Mr. Leith, do you not see that the wretched creature is raving +mad?" cried the lady, retreating to his side apprehensively.</p> + +<p>Golden turned her flashing blue eyes on the white, startled face +of the man.</p> + +<p>"She denies that she is my mother," she said. "Perhaps you +will deny that you are my father."</p> + +<p>She saw a quiver pass over the man's pale face.</p> + +<p>"I do not understand your words," he replied, in a voice shaken +with emotion. "Explain yourself."</p> + +<p>"I am the child Golden Glenalvan deserted at Glenalvan Hall +in its helpless infancy, that she might return to New York and +lead a life of shame with you," she cried out bitterly.</p> + +<p>Richard Leith's dark eyes turned on her face with a lurid gleam +in their shadowed depths.</p> + +<p>"Hold!" he cried. "Whoever you are, you shall not malign +the memory of poor, little Golden. She was pure as the snow."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[Pg 95]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Pure!" the girl repeated, blankly. "She was never your wife. +They told me she lived with you in open shame."</p> + +<p>A startling change came over the face of Richard Leith. +There was a glare, like that of madness, in his eyes.</p> + +<p>He fell backward into a chair, and the labored breath came +from between his parted lips in strong, shuddering sighs.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Leith flew to his side, and bent anxiously over him.</p> + +<p>"Mr. Leith, what is it? What does all this mean? I am mystified," +she cried.</p> + +<p>His heavy, dark eyes full of sorrow and despair, lifted gloomily +to her wondering face.</p> + +<p>"It means," he replied, "that I have had a secret in my life, +and that the time is come for you to know it. If this girl speaks +truly she is indeed my daughter, though not yours."</p> + +<p>"Not hers!" echoed Golden, in bewilderment, as she looked at +the beautiful woman whom she had for long weeks believed to +be her mother.</p> + +<p>"Not hers," he replied, "for long before I met and married +this lady, little Golden Glenalvan was dead."</p> + +<p>A startled cry came from Golden's lips.</p> + +<p>"Dead," she shuddered; "no, no; you are deceiving me."</p> + +<p>"Not so, as God is my judge," he replied. "But sit down, +child, and tell me all your story. Then we may be able to understand +each other."</p> + +<p>Golden glanced half-fearfully at Mrs. Leith, who stood leaning +against her husband's chair, pale and silent, and anxious-looking. +The lady quietly and gravely motioned her to a seat.</p> + +<p>She thankfully obeyed the gesture, for she felt ill and weary, +and the sudden shock of learning that her mother was dead, had +been a terrible one to her, and had almost stricken her senseless +again.</p> + +<p>In low, pathetic tones, and with many tears, Golden told Richard +Leith all that she knew of her mother, and as much as she +could of her own lonely life, without revealing the tragic story +of her unfortunate love.</p> + +<p>He listened in silence, although she could see that he was terribly +agitated.</p> + +<p>His white brow was beaded with great drops of sweat, his eyes +stared wildly, he bit his lips till the blood started to keep back +the groans of pain.</p> + +<p>When she had finished he went over to her, knelt at her feet, +and gently kissed her cold, little hand.</p> + +<p>"You are my daughter," he said, "and you are the living +image of your mother. But until this moment, little Golden, I +believed you dead. I wrote to John Glenalvan when my wife +ran away from me, and asked him if she had returned to her +father. He wrote back that she had done so, that she had given +birth to a little daughter, and that the mother and child had +both died. Then he added his curse, and threatened, if I ever +came near Glenalvan Hall, to shoot me down like a dog."</p> + +<p>His voice broke huskily a moment. Golden looked at him +eagerly.</p> + +<p>"You said your wife," she faltered. "Was my mother, then,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[Pg 96]</a></span> +legally married to you? Am I not a——" her voice broke huskily +over the word, "a nameless child?"</p> + +<p>"Your mother was my legal wife, little one. You are my own +daughter, born in lawful wedlock. God only knows what crafty +and wicked enemy of mine wrote that lying letter to my poor, +young wife, telling her that I had deceived her by a mock marriage. +She was too credulous, and believed the lie too easily. It +was not true. I can give you every proof that your mother was +my lawful wife, little Golden."</p> + +<p>She fell on her knees, and with upraised hands and streaming +eyes, thanked God for those precious words.</p> + +<p>Her mother had been pure and noble. There was no shadow +of stain on her daughter's birth.</p> + +<p>Then, with a sudden, startling thought she confronted him, +her white hands clasped in agony, her voice ringing wild and +shrill:</p> + +<p>"John Glenalvan told you that my mother died. He lied! +She disappeared very suddenly the night after I was born, and +that villain declared that she had deserted me and returned to +her sinful life with you. She did not die, and she did not return +to you. Oh, my God, where is she now?"</p> + +<p>She saw that terrible question reflected on her father's face.</p> + +<p>It whitened to the awful hue of death, and he reeled backward +like a smitten man.</p> + +<p>A faint cry came from Mrs. Leith, who had dropped heavily +into a chair.</p> + +<p>"Oh, Heaven, if she is yet living, what, then, am I?"</p> + +<p>Richard Leith went to her side, and looked down at her white, +scared face, pitifully.</p> + +<p>"Gertrude," he said to her gently, "we have both been the +victims of a terrible wrong. When I married you several years +after the loss of my first wife, won by your beauty, which reminded +me of my poor, little Golden's, I honestly believed that +she was dead. There is some terrible mystery here, and John +Glenalvan is at the bottom of it. But I will wring the truth from +his false lips, and if my lost little Golden has come to harm at +his hands, his life shall pay the penalty of his sin!"</p> + + + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXXV" id="CHAPTER_XXXV">CHAPTER XXXV.</a></h2> + + +<p>"Oh, father," cried little Golden. "Why did you lure my +poor mother from her home. She was so young, so trusting. +Why did you persuade her to desert her parents?"</p> + +<p>The man's pale, handsome features quivered all over with vain +remorse and penitence.</p> + +<p>"You do well to reproach me, little Golden," he sighed. +"There is no excuse for my sin. But I will tell you how I came +to act so imprudently.</p> + +<p>"I was a struggling young lawyer, poor and proud, when I +first met your beautiful mother during a business trip to the +south. Her family, though reduced to comparative poverty by +the late war, were proud and aristocratic people, and I felt quite<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[Pg 97]</a></span> +sure that they would have refused me the hand of their petted +darling.</p> + +<p>"I had heard so much of the pride of the southerners that I was +afraid to ask the Glenalvans for their beautiful child. So I acted +the part of a coward and stole her from them. The dear girl +loved me well, and went with me willingly when I promised to +take her back to them after we were married.</p> + +<p>"I took her to New York, and made her my true and lawful +wife, but so afraid was I of those haughty Glenalvans that I refused +to allow her to write my name and address to her friends. +I was waiting till I should have acquired a fame and fortune that +would make me acceptable in their eyes. Oh, God, how terribly +my sin has found me out after all these years."</p> + +<p>He paused and wiped away the cold dew that beaded his +high, white brow. After a moment he went on, sadly:</p> + +<p>"I was fast gaining prominence and a competence in my profession, +when some base enemy of mine—as a lawyer I had some +of the blackest-hearted enemies that a man ever had—wrote my +darling a letter, defaming me in scandalous terms, and averring +that I had deceived her by a mock marriage.</p> + +<p>"Poor child, she was very simple and credulous. She fell an +easy victim to the liar's tale. She fled from me, leaving that +cruel letter behind her, the only thing there was to hint at the +reason of her hurried flight."</p> + +<p>"Oh, if only you had followed her then," moaned beautiful +Golden.</p> + +<p>"If I only had!" he echoed. "My first impulse was to do so; +but I had on hand a very important case, which I had staked +everything on winning. If I managed it well my success was +assured as one of the leading lawyers of the day. My speech for +the defense was anticipated anxiously by many. So I suffered +my ambition to overrule my first instinctive resolve to follow my +wife, and instead I wrote to her brother. He sent me that lying +letter that almost broke my heart."</p> + +<p>He broke down and sobbed like a woman, or rather, unlike a +woman, for those great, convulsive moans of agony that issued +from his breast seemed as if they would rend his heart in twain.</p> + +<p>Golden stole to his side and laid her small hand kindly on his +gray head, that was bowed in sorrow and remorse.</p> + +<p>"I am sorry for you, my father," she said. "You have been +weak and imprudent, but not sinful, as I thought. But, oh, my +poor mother! My heart is torn over her wretched fate. She must +have perished miserably, or we should have heard from her ere +now. Oh, father, what shall we do?"</p> + +<p>They looked at each other with dim, miserable eyes, this +strangely reunited father and daughter, the awful mystery of +the wife and mother's fate chilled their hearts.</p> + +<p>He took her hand and drew her gently nearer to him.</p> + +<p>"My child, I shall go to Glenalvan Hall and confront John +Glenalvan with his sin. I believe the whole key to the mystery +lies in that villain's hands."</p> + +<p>"I am almost sure of it," she replied. "He hated my mother, +and he hated me. I will go with you. What joy it will be to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[Pg 98]</a></span> +stand up proudly before him and tell him that my birth was honest +and honorable, and that my father is a good and true man, +who is glad to see me, for you <i>are</i> glad, aren't you?" she asked +him, pleadingly.</p> + +<p>"Yes, dear, I am very glad. I have always longed to have a +child of my own to love. It seemed as if my heart was always +yearning for the daughter I believed to be dead. But Golden," +he looked at her anxiously and pleadingly as he clasped her little +hand, "you have a story of your own to tell me before we go on +the quest for your mother. The great mystery of love has come +to you already in your tender youth. Tell me, my daughter, are +you a wife?"</p> + +<p>The crimson color flushed into her cheeks, then receded, leaving +her deathly pale again.</p> + +<p>Tears rose into the great, blue eyes, and trembled on the long-fringed +lashes.</p> + +<p>Her lips parted and closed again without a sound.</p> + +<p>"Tell me, Golden," he urged, anxiously; "are you a wife, or +has some artful villain deceived you? If so——" he clenched his +hand, and the lightnings of passion flashed from his somber, dark +eyes.</p> + +<p>A moan of pain came from the girl's white lips.</p> + +<p>"Oh, father, I cannot tell you now," she sighed. "Only trust +me. Do not believe me vile and wicked. Perhaps I may be able +to tell you the truth some day."</p> + +<p>As she spoke, some strange, new light flashed into his mind.</p> + +<p>She saw the startled gleam flash into his eyes.</p> + +<p>"Tell me," he cried out, hoarsely, "are you the girl that was +dismissed from Mrs. Desmond's employ under the stigma of a disgraceful +suspicion?"</p> + +<p>She covered her face with her hands and faltered "yes," in a +voice of agony.</p> + +<p>"Was that terrible accusation true?" he demanded, in a voice +so changed she could scarcely recognize it.</p> + +<p>"No, never! It was false, I swear it before Heaven. My trouble +came to me before I entered Mrs. Desmond's employ," she replied.</p> + +<p>"Golden, you must tell me the name of the man who has +wronged you," he said, sternly.</p> + +<p>"I cannot," she answered, sorrowfully.</p> + +<p>"You mean you will not," he said.</p> + +<p>"I cannot. I am bound by a promise," she answered.</p> + +<p>"It was a foolish promise. The time has come when you must +break it," he answered, steadily. "You must clear yourself in +Mrs. Desmond's eyes, and reconcile her to her husband. Do you +know that they are separated on your account?"</p> + +<p>"I heard you say so," she replied.</p> + +<p>"It is true, and I am their lawyer. Will you let me write to +Mrs. Desmond, and tell her the name of the man who is really in +fault, and for whose sin she has deserted her innocent husband?"</p> + +<p>"I cannot," she moaned again, in a voice of agony. "I am +bound by a sacred promise. Bitter as the consequences are, I +must keep it!"</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[Pg 99]</a></span></p> + +<p>It seemed incredible to him that this frail, slight girl should +hold her secret so resolutely in the face of the trouble it had +caused.</p> + +<p>"But, Golden, think a moment," he began.</p> + +<p>"I have thought until my brain is almost wild," she interrupted, +pitifully. "But I can see no possible loophole out of my solemn +vow of silence."</p> + +<p>"You were wrong to take such a vow, Golden, and it is almost +wicked for you to keep it. Do you see how much is at stake? +Through your silence a man and his wife are divided in anger and +shame, and a cloud of the blackest disgrace is lowering over your +own head. Do you know that it is a fearful thing to come between +husband and wife?"</p> + +<p>"I feel its enormity in the very depths of my heart," she replied, +shuddering and weeping.</p> + +<p>"Then surely you will speak; you <i>must</i> speak," he urged.</p> + +<p>But she only shook her head.</p> + +<p>"Not if I command you to do so?" he asked.</p> + +<p>"Not if you command me," she replied, with mournful firmness.</p> + +<p>There was a moment's silence, and Richard Leith gazed upon +the girl with a sick and shuddering heart.</p> + +<p>A vague suspicion was beginning to steal into his mind.</p> + +<p>What if Golden was deceiving him, and Mrs. Desmond's belief +were true?</p> + +<p>He reeled before the sickening horror of the thought. The +dread suspicion seemed to float in fiery letters before his eyes.</p> + +<p>He looked at the bowed figure of the sobbing girl, and steeled +his heart against her. She was no child of his if she could let +the shadow of suspicion tamely rest upon her head.</p> + +<p>"Golden," he said, "think of what I must endure if you refuse +to declare yourself. Would you have me acknowledge a child +who has covered my honorable name with shame? Shall I take +you by the hand and say to the world that honors me as a stainless +man: 'This is my daughter. She has disgraced herself, and +brought ruin and despair into another's home.'"</p> + +<p>She shrank and trembled before the keen denunciation of his +words. She threw herself at his feet and looked up with frightened, +imploring eyes.</p> + +<p>"Father, do not disown me," she cried. "I have not disgraced +you—you will know the truth some day. Tell the whole world +my piteous story. It may be—it may be that the telling will +bring you joy, not sorrow. For," she said to her own heart, +hopefully, "if Bertram Chesleigh should hear the truth, and +know that I am not a nameless child, surely he will claim me +then. He can no longer be ashamed of me."</p> + +<p>She felt that the happiness of her whole future hung trembling +in the balance on the chance of her father's recognition of her. +If in his anger at her obstinacy he should repudiate her claim on +him, nothing was left her but despair.</p> + +<p>Richard Leith could be as hard as marble when he chose. His +pride and his anger rose in arms now against the thought of receiving +this branded girl as his own daughter.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[Pg 100]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Golden," he said, "what if I say that I will not receive you +as my daughter unless you consent to clear up this disgraceful +mystery that surrounds you?"</p> + +<p>"You will not tell me so—you could not be so cruel," she cried, +fearfully.</p> + +<p>"Only one word, Golden. The name of the man who has +wronged you. Tell me, that I may punish him."</p> + +<p>"You must not, for <i>I love him</i>," she moaned, despairingly.</p> + +<p>"You force me to believe that Mrs. Desmond was right, and +that you are a lost and guilty creature," he said scathingly.</p> + +<p>A long, low wail came from her lips, then she bowed her head +and remained silent.</p> + +<p>"Do you still persist in this obstinate silence?" he asked.</p> + +<p>"I must," she answered faintly.</p> + +<p>"Go, then," he thundered at her, "you are no child of mine. +I refuse you the shelter of my home, my name, and my heart. +I cannot believe that you are the child of my innocent little +Golden. Go, and never let me see your face again."</p> + +<p>And with the cruel words he turned and left the room.</p> + + + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXXVI" id="CHAPTER_XXXVI">CHAPTER XXXVI.</a></h2> + + +<p>Little Golden stared at the closing door through which her +father had vanished, with blank, terror-filled eyes. To have +found him and lost him like this was too terrible.</p> + +<p>She sat gazing before her like one dazed, with the angry words +of her father still ringing in her ears, when a low and fluttering +sigh recalled her to the fact of Mrs. Leith's presence which she +had forgotten for the moment in her anguish of soul.</p> + +<p>She looked around shrinkingly at the fair woman who had +taken her mother's place, and her mother's name, dreading to +meet a glance of scorn, even transcending that which her father +had cast upon her.</p> + +<p>Instead she met the beautiful, troubled eyes of her step-mother +fixed upon her with tenderest pity.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Leith had been vain, careless, and frivolous all her life. +She had never known a care or sorrow in the whole course of +her pleasant, prosperous existence.</p> + +<p>The hard crust of selfishness and indifference had grown over +the better impulses of a nature that at the core was true, and +sweet, and womanly.</p> + +<p>The last hour with its strange revelations had been the +turning point in her life.</p> + +<p>She realized with a shudder the dreadful position in which she +was placed. She was married to a man who, in all probability, +had a wife living.</p> + +<p>It was possible that she herself was almost as much an outcast +as the wretched girl who crouched weeping on the floor, +homeless, friendless, and forsaken, in the hour of her direst +need.</p> + +<p>Never before had Mrs. Leith been brought face to face with a +real sorrow. She gazed wonderingly upon poor little Golden, the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[Pg 101]</a></span> +course of whose checkered life had run as strangely as that of +one of her favorite novel heroines.</p> + +<p>So it happened that when Golden looked timidly up expecting +to be immediately annihilated by her scornful glance, she met +only the gentlest pity beaming from the large, blue eyes of the +unhappy woman.</p> + +<p>"Come to me, Golden," she said, and as the young girl advanced +she asked her in a strangely saddened voice:</p> + +<p>"Are you angry with me, child, that I have filled your mother's +place and worn her name for twelve, long years?"</p> + +<p>"No, I am not angry," Golden answered, gently. "It was +through no fault of yours—you did not know."</p> + +<p>"No, I did not know," Mrs. Leith murmured, putting her +hands to her eyes while the tears fell through her fingers. "I +did not know, and now it is too late."</p> + +<p>"What shall you do now?" Golden asked her wonderingly.</p> + +<p>"I shall go away," Mrs. Leith replied, sadly.</p> + +<p>"Are you angry with my father?" asked the girl.</p> + +<p>"No, Golden, he sinned ignorantly," replied Mrs. Leith. +"Therefore I cannot blame him. But I must go away from him, +and never see him again until he learns the truth whether or not +his first wife was living when he married me."</p> + +<p>Then there was a brief silence. The two women, so lately mistress +and maid—now placed upon the same level by the equalizing +hand of sorrow, sat still a little while looking out upon the +unknown future with dreary, hopeless eyes. Then Mrs. Leith +roused herself with an effort.</p> + +<p>"And you, Golden—where will you go? What will you do?" +she asked.</p> + +<p>"God knows," the girl exclaimed, hopelessly. "I am so +stunned by the revelations of to-day that I know not where to +turn. For weary months the dream of finding and reclaiming +my guilty mother has filled and occupied my thoughts. Now +that I know her innocent and pure, the terrible mystery of her +fate chills the blood in my veins. Where shall I look for her? +How shall I find her?"</p> + +<p>Mrs. Leith looked at her compassionately.</p> + +<p>"Poor child!" she said. "You are too ill and weary to seek +for anyone now. Leave that sorrowful quest to your father, and +place yourself in my care."</p> + +<p>The tears brimmed over in Golden's beautiful eyes at the kindly +spoken words of her step-mother.</p> + +<p>"Oh, madam," she cried, "you offer to befriend me. Then you +do not believe that I am the lost and guilty creature they would +fain make me out."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Leith's beautiful face beamed with sympathy as she answered:</p> + +<p>"No, Golden, I do not believe you are a sinner. I have a +strong conviction that you are a deserted or discarded wife, and I +will care for you in your forlorn situation with the tenderness of +your own mother."</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[Pg 102]</a></span></p> + + + + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXXVII" id="CHAPTER_XXXVII">CHAPTER XXXVII.</a></h2> + + +<p>Richard Leith went down to his office, and threw himself +heavily into a chair, bowing his gray head dejectedly on his +hands.</p> + +<p>His brain was almost crazed with the agony of the last hour's +discovery.</p> + +<p>The sealed book of the past had been roughly torn open again, +and in agony of soul he repented the selfish course he had pursued +with the fair, young wife he had stolen from her home and +friends.</p> + +<p>Where was she now, his beautiful, golden-haired darling?</p> + +<p>What fate had kept her from her home and friends, and from +the little child that had come to such bitter grief in the absence +of the mother-love that might have shielded her from harm?</p> + +<p>He sprang from his chair, and paced impatiently up and down +the floor, while he hurriedly settled his plans. He would leave +for the south that night.</p> + +<p>He would seek out John Glenalvan, and charge him with his +sin.</p> + +<p>He would force him to unfold the mystery of little Golden's +disappearance. Perhaps, oh, God, the villain had murdered +her.</p> + +<p>If he had, he should suffer the dire punishment the law meted +out for such wretched criminals.</p> + +<p>"But before I go," he said to himself, grimly, "I will go and +see Desmond. If he has lied to me heretofore, woe be unto him. +The base betrayer of my poor child's innocence shall receive no +mercy at my hands."</p> + +<p>He threw on his hat and directed his steps to the hotel where +Mr. Desmond was staying in preference to the grand, deserted +dwelling, which was closed and left in the solitary care of the +housekeeper during the absence of the family.</p> + +<p>Mr. Desmond was smoking in his luxurious parlor, carelessly +habited in dressing-gown and slippers.</p> + +<p>His handsome, debonair face looked pale and worn, and melancholy. +A hopeful gleam came into the listless eyes as his visitor +was admitted.</p> + +<p>"Ah, Leith, so glad to see you," he cried, throwing away his +cigar, and eagerly advancing. "You bring me news—Edith has +relented?"</p> + +<p>"There is nothing more unlikely," Mr. Leith returned, with +grim truthfulness; then he broke out with fiery impetuosity: +"Desmond, for God's sake tell me the truth. Have you deceived +me as well as your wife? Are you guilty of this monstrous sin?"</p> + +<p>Mr. Desmond was startled by the almost agonizing entreaty of +the lawyer's look and voice.</p> + +<p>On the impulse of the moment he caught up a small Bible that +lay upon a table close at hand, and pressed his lips upon it while +he exclaimed in the deep, convincing tones of truth:</p> + +<p>"Leith, I solemnly swear to you that I am innocent of the +crime laid to my charge, so help me God."</p> + +<p>Something in the man's deep earnestness, and in his look of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[Pg 103]</a></span> +suffering, staggered Richard Leith's doubts and fears, and made +him feel that he had been a brute to doubt his daughter's agonized +declarations of innocence. He exclaimed with sudden fervor +and earnestness:</p> + +<p>"Mr. Desmond, it is but fair to tell you that I have found the +girl, Mary Smith, and that she exonerates you, too."</p> + +<p>"I was sure she would, although she despises me," cried Mr. +Desmond. "I admit that I behaved despicably to her. I tried +to get up a flirtation with her, but she scorned me with the pride +of a queen, and the affair went no further. I believed her as pure +and cold as the snow. No one was more amazed than myself +when I learned the truth through my wife's causeless jealousy."</p> + +<p>"You say 'causeless jealousy,' Desmond," Mr. Leith remonstrated, +gravely, "but you forget that ever since your marriage +you have persistently wounded your loving and sensitive wife by +the most open and flagrant flirtations, thus giving her the greatest +cause to doubt your fidelity."</p> + +<p>Mr. Desmond looked thoroughly ashamed and penitent at the +perfectly truthful charge.</p> + +<p>"You speak the truth, I have behaved shamefully," he replied. +"But I have had my lesson now. I never knew how much I +loved and honored my sweet and beautiful wife until in her +righteous wrath she deserted me. But if she will believe me this +time and return to me, I will never offend her again by my foolish +propensities. I will never even look at another woman. I +am quite cured of flirting."</p> + +<p>He spoke so soberly and earnestly that Mr. Leith was fain to +believe him, but he answered gravely:</p> + +<p>"Your wife is so thoroughly incensed against you, that she will +never believe even your sworn word without additional proof."</p> + +<p>"But how can I prove it to her?" cried the anxious husband. +"She would not believe Mary Smith's denial, and she refuses to +credit mine."</p> + +<p>"There is only one way out of the trouble," the lawyer said, +gravely.</p> + +<p>"And that?" Mr. Desmond asked, anxiously.</p> + +<p>"Is to find out the man who is really in fault, and obtain his +sworn statement," Richard Leith replied.</p> + +<p>"The girl will give us the necessary information, of course," +Mr. Desmond exclaimed, his spirits rising.</p> + +<p>"On the contrary, she obstinately refuses to do so. She makes +a most perplexing mystery of her unhappy situation."</p> + +<p>Mr. Desmond looked uneasy and perplexed a moment, then he +exclaimed, confidently:</p> + +<p>"It is only a question of blackmail then. She will tell the +truth if a golden bribe is offered her. Depend upon it, she is only +waiting for that."</p> + +<p>"You are mistaken," Richard Leith returned, gravely. "You +do not understand her motives. I will tell you a harrowing secret, +Desmond. I have discovered that that unfortunate girl is +my own daughter!"</p> + +<p>In a few eloquent words he told Mr. Desmond the story of his<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[Pg 104]</a></span> +strange marriage, and its tragic <i>denouement</i>—the lost wife, the +ruined daughter.</p> + +<p>In his own despair and agitation, it did not seem strange to the +lawyer that his excitement was reflected on the face of his listener, +but when he had finished his story, Desmond sprang wildly to +his feet, exclaiming:</p> + +<p>"Good God, Leith, I can lay my hand on the destroyer of your +child. It is my wife's brother—it is Bertram Chesleigh!"</p> + +<p>"Heaven, how blind I have been!" Richard Leith exclaimed, +with lurid eyes, and a deathly-pale face.</p> + + + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXXVIII" id="CHAPTER_XXXVIII">CHAPTER XXXVIII.</a></h2> + + +<p>There was a moment's silence, then Mr. Leith said, huskily:</p> + +<p>"Tell me how this fact came to your knowledge, Desmond."</p> + +<p>"Do you remember the sudden trip my wife and I took to Florida +last summer?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, I heard of it," the lawyer replied.</p> + +<p>"I will go back a few months previous to that trip." Mr. Desmond +said.</p> + +<p>"It was this winter a year previous that Bertram Chesleigh +made the acquaintance of young Frederick Glenalvan in New +York and was invited by him to visit his far-away Floridian +home.</p> + +<p>"About the first of last June Bert accepted the invitation, and +spent about two weeks at Glenalvan Hall.</p> + +<p>"He wrote to my wife from there, hinting vaguely at having +lost his heart to a perfect 'pearl of beauty.'</p> + +<p>"Edith, who is excessively proud, and mortally afraid of a <i>mesalliance</i>, +replied to him coolly, discountenancing the idea and begging +him not to marry out of his own state.</p> + +<p>"Between you and me, Leith, I believe she had a great heiress +booked for the young fellow in New York."</p> + +<p>He paused for breath, but at Richard Leith's look of impatience, +went on hastily:</p> + +<p>"Bertram did not reply to his sister's letter, but in the latter +part of the same month Fred Glenalvan wrote us that Bertram +was lying ill with brain fever.</p> + +<p>"We went to him at once and found him not expected to live, +He was delirious, and through all his illness he called incessantly +on one name. Morning, noon and night it was always, 'Golden, +Golden, Golden.'"</p> + +<p>A groan forced itself through Richard Leith's rigid lips, but he +did not speak, and Mr. Desmond continued:</p> + +<p>"That cry for Golden was always coupled with a wild appeal +for forgiveness for some wrong, the nature of which we could +not determine.</p> + +<p>"My curiosity and that of my wife were powerfully excited, +and we wondered who the Golden was that he called upon, and +why she never came.</p> + +<p>"It was quite evident that the Glenalvans did not care to +divulge the secret, so we never presumed to ask, but when<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</a></span> +Bertram grew convalescent Edith inquired of him, and he told +her the truth."</p> + +<p>"Let me hear it," said Richard Leith, gaspingly, while the +knotted veins stood out like cords on his forehead.</p> + +<p>"It was the same story your daughter told you—that of a fair +young girl kept aloof from her kind, slighted and scorned for no +visible fault."</p> + +<p>"Bertram met and loved her. They had some secret meetings +by night in one of which they were discovered, and in the +scene that followed, the fact was disclosed that the girl was illegitimate."</p> + +<p>"Oh, my weakness, my sin!" groaned the wretched listener. +"Curses upon John Glenalvan for his horrible villainy."</p> + +<p>"Bertram declared that he had only entertained the most honorable +feelings toward the girl," said Mr. Desmond, "but he confessed +that the knowledge of her parentage so staggered him that +he was induced to forsake her. He left Glenalvan Hall before +daylight without seeing her again."</p> + +<p>"The cowardly cur!" Richard Leith exclaimed, clenching his +hands until the purple nails sunk into the quivering flesh.</p> + +<p>"Hear me out," said Mr. Desmond, quickly, "before you judge +him too hardly."</p> + +<p>"I am listening," answered Richard Leith, trying to master his +surging passions beneath an appearance of calmness. "I am listening, +but what more can there be to say, Mr. Desmond?"</p> + +<p>"This, Mr. Leith: Bertram went away, determined to forsake +the hapless girl, but his love and remorse, and the overpowering +cause of shame, urged his return so powerfully that in three days +he returned to Glenalvan Hall with the full intention of marrying +the girl at once, and taking her abroad with him where no +one knew her unfortunate story.</p> + +<p>"When he reached there she was gone—none knew whither. +John Glenalvan told him that she had gone away with the boldly-avowed +intention of leading a life of sin with her mother. +Poor Bertram had suffered so much that he could not bear that +crowning blow. He staggered and fell like a log at the villain's +feet. A brain fever followed that nearly cost him his life."</p> + +<p>"One more score is added to my terrible list against John Glenalvan," +Richard Leith muttered darkly.</p> + +<p>"I have no more to say," continued Mr. Desmond, "except that +all the circumstances point unerringly at Bertram Chesleigh as +the man who wronged your daughter."</p> + +<p>"You are right," groaned the unhappy father. "Oh, God, if +only she had remained at Glenalvan Hall that he might have +made reparation for his sin!"</p> + +<p>"Did not Bertram write to you in relation to the unfortunate +affair? He mentioned an intention to do so," said Mr. Desmond.</p> + +<p>"Only a letter so cautiously worded that I could gain no clew +to the real truth," replied Richard Leith. "No names were mentioned. +He only described the girl who was supposed to have entered +some one of the many nameless houses in this city. He +wished me to reclaim her, if possible, provide her a home, and he +agreed to make her a generous allowance."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[Pg 106]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Poor Bert," said Mr. Desmond, "and all the while she was +in his sister's employ, and in reach of his hand, if he had only +known it."</p> + +<p>There was a moment's heavy silence; then Richard Leith rose +hastily.</p> + +<p>"I must go home now," he said. "I—may God forgive me—I +was so maddened by my child's wrongs and my own suspicions +that I refused to own her; I drove her away from her rightful +home. Pray God that she be not gone. If she has, I must bring +her back and tell her that I know her whole sad story, and I must +make the best I can of her poor, blighted life."</p> + +<p>"Shall you write to Bertram Chesleigh?" inquired Desmond.</p> + +<p>"Yes, for they must know that they have wronged you, and +that you are innocent," replied the lawyer. "And, Desmond, +you must write to your wife. I will inclose your letter with +mine, otherwise, in her pride and anger, she might return it unopened. +I thank God that your fidelity is vindicated, and that +your reunion is now insured."</p> + +<p>"I have a better plan than writing to her," said Desmond, +blushing like a school-girl. "I will follow your letter to her +brother, and plead my cause in person. I cannot wait, Leith; I +am too impatient. I long to meet my wife and child again. You +will give me their address? The <i>Europa</i> sails to-night. I must +go with her."</p> + +<p>Mr. Leith saw no objection to the plan. He was sorry for the +impatient husband who had received a lesson that would last a +life-time.</p> + +<p>He gave him his wife's address in Italy, with his cordial good +wishes and went away to seek his wronged, unhappy daughter.</p> + +<p>"She cannot have gone yet. She was to weak and ill to have +gone to-day. She would have waited until she was better," he +kept whispering to his reproachful heart as he hurried along.</p> + +<p>Then he thought of the beautiful, fashionable woman who +had taken the place of little Golden's mother, and worn her +name for twelve long years.</p> + +<p>"Poor Gertrude," he murmured sadly. "I wonder how she +bears it. Perhaps she will not grieve much. She does not love +me as she did when I first made her my wife. Perhaps I am to +blame. I have chilled her tender nature by my carelessness or +coldness, for I have never loved her as I did my lost little Golden."</p> + +<p>He hurried up the marble steps and ran impatiently along the +hall, stumbling against the housekeeper, who was pacing sedately +along with a little basket of keys.</p> + +<p>As he was rushing past her she stopped and called to him.</p> + +<p>"Mistress and her maid are gone away, sir."</p> + +<p>"Where?" he inquired, pausing and looking back in bewildered +surprise.</p> + +<p>"I cannot tell you, for I do not know," the woman replied, respectfully. +"But she bade me say that she left a letter for you on +her dressing-table."</p> + +<p>He ran up to Mrs. Leith's dressing-room, and found it in some +slight disorder, as if traveling bags had been hurriedly packed.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[Pg 107]</a></span></p> + +<p>Amid the dainty litter of the dressing-table he saw a square +envelope addressed to himself, and hurriedly tore it open.</p> + +<p>His gaze ran over the few pathetic words daintily penciled +on the perfumed, satiny sheet.</p> + +<p>"Richard," she wrote. "I have gone away from you. I have +long felt that I had but a small share in your heart, and now I +know that I have, perhaps, no right to your name, and no place +in your home. So it is best that I should leave you. I have +taken little Golden with me. There is one thing, at least, that +I can do. I can be a mother to the child whose father has disowned +her, and whose mother is so tragically lost.</p> + +<p>"You were wrong, Richard. The child has been wronged, but +I believe that she is innocent. I have loved you more than you +knew; perhaps more than you cared, and for your sake I will +care for your forlorn child. You will not seek for us. We are +companions in misery, and you will respect our grief. I cannot +tell you where we shall go. But if you find little Golden's +mother I shall know it, and the mother shall have her child."</p> + +<p>With the simple name, "Gertrude," the letter ended; Richard +Leith reread it slowly, filled with a great surprise and wonder.</p> + +<p>"She will care for the child I treated so heartlessly," he murmured. +"God bless her. I did not know that Gertrude could be +so true and noble. I have wronged her indeed, and she has +worn the mask of carelessness and frivolity over a wounded +heart. Oh, God, if I only knew where to find them."</p> + +<p>He almost cursed himself for his cruelty to his wronged and +miserable daughter.</p> + +<p>He remembered how young she was, and how ignorant of the +world when Bertram Chesleigh had won her heart. Perhaps she +was not to blame. His wrath waxed hot against the man who +had betrayed her guileless innocence.</p> + +<p>He went down and asked the housekeeper if Mrs. Leith had +gone away in the carriage, and she answered that the lady had +walked, and the maid had accompanied her.</p> + +<p>"I cannot go south until I have found them," he said to himself, +sadly. "Poor little Golden, poor Gertrude."</p> + +<p>Before the next day he had visited every depot and every wharf +by which they might have left the city, but he had learned nothing. +The next day after he inserted a personal in the <i>Herald</i>:</p> + +<blockquote> +<p>"<span class="smcap">To Gertrude</span>:—Return with Golden. Her true story is +known and she is freely forgiven. Anxiously,</p> + +<p class="sig">R. L."</p> +</blockquote> + +<p>But the two for whom that yearning cry was written were +fated never to behold it. And the dreary winter days came and +went while he waited for tidings, filled with the heart-sickness +of a great despair.</p> + + + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXXIX" id="CHAPTER_XXXIX">CHAPTER XXXIX.</a></h2> + + +<p>While the winter snow still whirled in blinding drifts through +the streets of New York, the sun shone, the flowers bloomed, the +birds sang around old Glenalvan Hall in far-away Florida.</p> + +<p>Old Dinah crooned her quaint revival hymns in the sunny doorway<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[Pg 108]</a></span> +of the kitchen, and her old master dozed in the bright, bay-window +among the pots of fragrant flowers.</p> + +<p>It was February, and hints of the nearing spring were in the +air that sighed softly among the flowers, and lifted the thin, white +locks from the brow of old Hugh, as his weary head lay resting +on the back of his easy-chair.</p> + +<p>Very thin, and sad, and mournful looked the old man as he sat +in his easy-chair, with his lonely thoughts fixed ever on the past. +He was old and weary. Life held no charm for him now.</p> + +<p>One thought of the last lonely sheaf waiting for the reaper as +he sat with his withered hands folded, and that look of patient +grief on his thin, white, aged face.</p> + +<p>"Oh, my lost little Golden," he murmured aloud: "She tarries +long. The quest for her mother is a weary one. Oh, that God +would give me back the mother and child, both innocent and pure +as when I lost them."</p> + +<p>A sudden shadow fell between him and the light. He looked +up and saw a man standing before him, a man with a pale, worn, +troubled face, and dark eyes that held the story of a tragedy in +their somber depths.</p> + +<p>"Pardon," he said, "I have ventured unannounced into your +presence. My name is Richard Leith."</p> + +<p>The old man stared at him with dim, unrecognizing eyes. That +name conveyed no meaning to his mind. He had never heard it +before.</p> + +<p>"You are a stranger," he said.</p> + +<p>"Yes," Richard Leith answered, and stood silent a moment.</p> + +<p>How should he tell Hugh Glenalvan that he was the man who +had stolen his daughter from him and desolated his life?</p> + +<p>It was a hard task. His voice quivered and broke as he said:</p> + +<p>"I am a stranger, but I am also your son-in-law."</p> + +<p>"I have no son-in-law," the old man replied, gazing blankly at +him.</p> + +<p>"Your daughter was my wife," said Richard Leith.</p> + +<p>"Little Golden?" said the old man, like one dazed.</p> + +<p>"Yes," answered the lawyer. "I stole her from you sixteen +years ago, and made her my darling wife. Oh, sir, can you ever +forgive me the sorrow I have caused you?"</p> + +<p>"A wife! She was a wife! Thank God for that," the old man +murmured, with trembling delight. "And you have brought +her back at last. Where is she, my darling little Golden?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, God!" murmured the conscience-smitten man before +him.</p> + +<p>"Let me see her, my sweet child," cried Hugh Glenalvan, feebly +rising. "It was cruel to keep the little one from me so long. +Oh, Golden, Golden, come to me, my darling."</p> + +<p>Richard Leith put him back with gentle hands into his chair. +He knelt down at his feet and told him all his sorrowful story, +throwing all the blame on himself, and pleading humbly for pardon +from the father whom he had robbed of his darling.</p> + +<p>"I loved her," he said. "She was dearer than my own life. I +would have brought her back to you in time. I was only waiting +for the fame and fortune that came to me soon. But treachery<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</a></span> +came between us. I lost her, and henceforth I have lived hand +in hand with sorrow and despair."</p> + +<p>The soft wind sighing past the window seemed to echo that +heavy word "despair."</p> + +<p>"At the door of John Glenalvan lies your sorrow and mine," +continued Richard Leith, "I am come to call him to account."</p> + +<p>"Who are you that dares arraign John Glenalvan?" exclaimed +a harsh, blatant voice, as the speaker strode rudely into their +presence.</p> + +<p>Richard Leith sprang to his feet and confronted the intruder. +His dark eyes blazed with wrath as he answered:</p> + +<p>"I am Richard Leith, the husband of Golden Glenalvan, whom +you falsely reported dead to gain some wicked end of your own. +Liar, I have found you out in your sin! I demand my wronged +wife at your hands."</p> + +<p>John Glenalvan glared lividly at the daring man who thus +boldly confronted him with his sin.</p> + +<p>The blood retreated from his face and lips, and his eyes were +wild and startled.</p> + +<p>"Answer me," cried Richard Leith, advancing upon him. +"Where is Golden, my wife?"</p> + +<p>"You lie! She was never your wife," John Glenalvan retorted, +furiously.</p> + +<p>"Shame upon you, John, to malign the fair name of your sister," +cried his father, indignantly. "Rather rejoice that she is +proved innocent at last."</p> + +<p>"Let him prove her so, if he can," cried the wretch, maliciously.</p> + +<p>"I can do so. Here is the certificate of my marriage to Golden +Glenalvan in New York sixteen years ago, replied Richard Leith, +unfolding a yellowed paper and holding it open before the eyes of +the father and son.</p> + +<p>"Then she was really your wife," John said, with unwilling +belief.</p> + +<p>"Of course she was my wife. How dared you think evil of +your own sister?" demanded the lawyer, scornfully.</p> + +<p>"I do not answer to you for my thoughts, sir," replied John +Glenalvan, angrily.</p> + +<p>"But you must answer to me for the deed which has deprived +me of my wife and child for fifteen years," cried Richard Leith. +"John Glenalvan, where is my wife?"</p> + +<p>"How should I know?" he retorted.</p> + +<p>"It is too late to fence with me," answered Richard Leith. +"You, and you alone, are at the bottom of my wife's mysterious +disappearance. You have either shut her up in solitary confinement, +or you have murdered her!"</p> + +<p>"Murdered her! How dare you hint at such a thing?" John +Glenalvan thundered, growing white with fear.</p> + +<p>"I dare do more," cried the lawyer, driven to desperation. "If +you do not tell me what has become of my wife I will have you +arrested for her murder."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[Pg 110]</a></span></p> + +<p>At these warning words John Glenalvan threw himself upon +his accuser with the cry of an infuriated wild beast.</p> + +<p>Richard Leith was weak and ill. He had risen from a sick-bed, +on which wasting anxiety and grief had thrown him, when he +came to Glenalvan Hall.</p> + +<p>He went down like an infant before the strong fury of his opponent, +and the old man's wailing cry pierced the air.</p> + +<p>"John, hold your hand! For God's sake, do not murder the +man!"</p> + + + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XL" id="CHAPTER_XL">CHAPTER XL.</a></h2> + + +<p>John Glenalvan did not heed his father's frightened remonstrance.</p> + +<p>He continued to rain furious blows on his feeble but struggling +foe.</p> + +<p>The fell instinct of murder was aroused within his soul, and +Richard Leith would have fallen a sure victim to its fury, but +that suddenly the slight form of a woman rushed into the room, +and, with a wild and piercing shriek, sprang upon John Glenalvan's +neck, clutching it with frantic fingers in the endeavor to +tear him from his almost dying victim.</p> + +<p>Almost strangling in the fierce tenacity of her grasp, the wretch +released Mr. Leith, and springing upward with a savage bound, +threw his frail assailant from him into the middle of the room.</p> + +<p>The terrible shock hurled her prostrate on the floor. She lay +there stunned and bleeding, and the wretch, after one horror-struck +glance at her, rushed from the room.</p> + +<p>"Golden—it is Golden! and he has killed her" wailed her +grandfather, falling on his knees beside her; and Richard Leith, +where he lay, half dying, comprehended the anguished wail, and +crawled on his hands and knees to the side of his hapless daughter.</p> + +<p>It was little Golden, indeed, but she lay still and silent, with +the blood oozing from her nostrils and a slight cut on her temple.</p> + +<p>As he reached her side, old Dinah rushed into the room.</p> + +<p>"Little missie, little missie!" she cried; then she stopped short +in terror. "Oh, my Hebenly Master, who has done dis t'ing?"</p> + +<p>"Dinah," her master said quickly, "go and send Fred Glenalvan +to me."</p> + +<p>She hobbled out obediently, and in a moment returned with the +handsome young dandy, who glanced at his grandfather with +haughty indifference.</p> + +<p>"Fredrick," the old man said, with strange sternness, "here +are two people whom your father has nearly killed. You must +go and bring a doctor for them."</p> + +<p>Frederick started at the sight of the bleeding forms upon the +floor, but in an instant his countenance hardened into marble.</p> + +<p>"If my father has hurt them," he replied, "I doubt not that he +had good reason for doing so, and they may die before I will +fetch a physician to them."</p> + +<p>With that insolent reply he turned on his heel and left the +room.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Vipers!" muttered the old man, indignantly, then he looked +at Dinah sadly.</p> + +<p>"My faithful old soul," he said, "you must do what you can +for them. I must go and seek for help myself."</p> + +<p>He went feebly from the room and across the lawn. Outside +the gates he encountered a carriage waiting. The driver stood +on the ground by the horses' heads, and a lady sat on the satin +cushions with a troubled look on her lovely, blond face. She +sprang out impulsively and came up to him.</p> + +<p>"Oh, sir," she cried, "I <i>know</i> you are Mr. Glenalvan. Have +you seen little Golden? She went into the hall a few minutes +ago."</p> + +<p>"I have seen her, I fear she is dead, and I must bring a doctor," +the old man wailed, heart-brokenly.</p> + +<p>She caught his arm and turned to the driver.</p> + +<p>"Drive into town at your highest speed and fetch a physician," +she said, throwing her purse at his feet, then she took the +old man's arm and hurried him in.</p> + +<p>"I am your little Golden's friend," she explained to him as +they went along. "I came here with her and was waiting outside +while she paid you a visit."</p> + +<p>Old Dinah was bathing the wound of her unconscious mistress +when they entered, and Richard Leith lay upon the floor watching +her with dim, despairing eyes.</p> + +<p>"Oh, Heaven, who has done this terrible deed?" Mrs. Leith +cried wildly, as her eyes took in the dreadful scene.</p> + +<p>"Gertrude," her husband cried out at the sound of her voice, +and she knelt down by him weeping wildly.</p> + +<p>"Oh, Richard, who is it that has killed you and your child?" +she sobbed in anguish.</p> + +<p>"It is John Glenalvan's dreadful work," he replied, then he +looked into her face with dim, yearning eyes.</p> + +<p>"Gertrude! I believe I am dying," he said faintly. "Will you +forgive me before I die?"</p> + +<p>"Forgive you?" she said. "Ah, Richard, do not think that I +blamed you. You sinned ignorantly."</p> + +<p>"Yes, ignorantly," he echoed, and a spasm of pain crossed his +face an instant, then he said sadly: "But I did not mean <i>that</i>, +Gertrude. I meant you must forgive me that I was careless and +blind, that I did not prize your true heart more."</p> + +<p>She put her white hand to her heart, and a look of pain came +into the large, blue eyes, then she said with mournful pathos:</p> + +<p>"For all the heartaches I have borne. Richard, I freely forgive +you."</p> + +<p>"Thank you," he murmured, then his eyes dwelt on her gratefully. +"It was so noble in you to care for my poor child," he +murmured, "but Gertrude, I repented in an hour. I came back +to tell her so, and she was gone, both were gone. I sought you +everywhere, my heart nearly broke; I fell ill, and lay for weary +weeks fevered and maddened by my impatience and anxiety. +At last I grew better and came here!"</p> + +<p>"Have you found <i>her</i>?" she murmured, anxiously, while the +red blood suffused her fair cheeks.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</a></span></p> + +<p>He shook his head mournfully, and his eyes closed languidly. +She believed that he was dead, and started up with a cry of woe, +but when the physician came a little later he decided that he was +only in a deep swoon.</p> + +<p>Golden recovered consciousness, and the hapless father and +daughter were removed to adjoining rooms, the physician veering +anxiously from one room to another.</p> + +<p>He believed that Mr. Leith's life might be saved by his medical +skill, but he shook his head ominously over the beautiful, golden-haired +child, whose shrill wails of agony pierced every heart, +for in the agitation of her mind, and the fearful shock of her +heavy fall, the pangs of premature motherhood had came upon +her.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p>John Glenalvan had fled from the scene of his villainy with a +speed to which sudden fear and remorse had lent wings. He +believed that he had killed Richard Leith and his unfortunate +child, and in the fear of punishment for his crime he did not +even stop to apprise his family of what had occurred, but hurried +away to seek a hiding-place for himself.</p> + +<p>Too late he regretted the blind rage that had forced him into +the commission of such a desperate deed. The cries of his victims +seemed to pursue him in his hurried flight.</p> + +<p>His son reported his cowardly deeds to his mother and sister, +and they remained lost in fear and wonder.</p> + +<p>To do them justice, wicked as they were, they had no idea of +the enormity of John Glenalvan's sin. They honestly believed +that his sister Golden had disgraced the family. They dreamed +not of the dread secret locked in his breast.</p> + +<p>Clare made a stealthy tour of discovery into the western wing, +and soon finding out how matters stood, returned to her mother +in a frenzy of wrath and anger against her hapless cousin, little +Golden.</p> + +<p>"Oh, mother, such dreadful goings on," she said. "That +shameless girl sick in one room, a strange man dead in another, +and a doctor, and old Dinah, and a strange woman tending them. +If I were you, mother, I really should not stand it. I would turn +the whole tribe out of doors—should not you, Fred?"</p> + +<p>But Frederick, who, despite his defiant manner to his grandfather, +looked pale and uneasy, vetoed the proposition as imprudent.</p> + +<p>"I do not know what provocation my father had to maltreat +them so," he said, "but certainly, they have a bad case against +him; and if the man is dead, as you say, Clare, and if our cousin +dies, too, they can indict him for murder."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Glenalvan and her daughter were so frightened at that +grim word, murder, that they broke into hysterical tears and sobbing, +while the hopeful son and heir sat silent, overwhelmed by +the dread of evil that had fallen upon them all, to which was +added the terrors of doubt and suspense.</p> + +<p>"That strange man and woman—who can they be, Fred?" inquired +his mother.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[Pg 113]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I cannot tell; but I have my suspicions," he replied. "I believe +they are the parents of Golden."</p> + +<p>"It is no wonder, then, that papa was goaded into attempting +murder," cried Clare. "Only think of the impudence of our +wicked aunt in coming back to Glanalvan Hall. I should think +father must have been maddened at the very sight. And yet, +mother, she is one of the fairest women I ever saw. She does +not look like a lost woman. She has a very innocent appearance."</p> + +<p>There were others beside these three, who wondered over +the beautiful, strange woman who claimed to be little Golden's +friend.</p> + +<p>Old Dinah and her master gazed upon her wonderful beauty, +which reminded them so powerfully of the missing Golden's, and +they wondered what her name could be.</p> + +<p>Old Dinah asked her at last what she should call her, and she +answered simply, though with a burning blush:</p> + +<p>"My name is Gertrude."</p> + +<p>"Mrs. or Miss?" asked the inquisitive old negress, and again the +lady's face grew crimson as she answered:</p> + +<p>"Mrs."</p> + +<p>"They must not know that I was his wife," she said to herself, +resolutely. "I could not bear to have them know it. Perhaps +they would hate me and judge him unjustly."</p> + +<p>But her tears fell heavily as she looked at the deathly white face +laying on the pillow, and she wondered to herself if it would not +be less hard for her to see him die then and there, than live to find +his lost wife again.</p> + +<p>"God forgive me for my weakness and selfishness," she cried, +starting at her own thoughts. "May he live to find the happiness +of which he has been cheated so long."</p> + +<p>The long, weary night, filled with mortal agony to poor little +Golden, slowly wore away.</p> + +<p>At the earliest peep of dawn a messenger arrived from the town +with a telegram for Mr. Leith.</p> + +<p>He lay barely conscious on his pillow, breathing heavily and +slow, and the physician read the message to him cautiously.</p> + +<p>It was from Mr. Desmond, and ran briefly:</p> + +<p>"We arrived in New York this hour. Is Golden with you? +Bertram is half-crazed with anxiety."</p> + +<p>And across the lightning wires the fatal message flashed back +to their anxious hearts:</p> + +<p>"<i>Golden is here. Her child is dead and she is dying.</i>"</p> + +<p>Dying! This was the end of that brief dream of love, those +weary months of supreme self-sacrifice.</p> + +<p>Whiter than the pillow on which she lay, beautiful Golden was +breathing her sad young life out in heavy sighs and moans, while +hidden carefully out of sight beneath its white linen sheet, "There +lay the sweet, little baby that never had drawn a breath."</p> + + + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XLI" id="CHAPTER_XLI">CHAPTER XLI.</a></h2> + + +<p>Into that splendid home in New York where the Desmonds had<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[Pg 114]</a></span> +just arrived from Europe, that terrible telegram came like a +thunder-clap. Bertram Chesleigh's repentant soul reeled in agony +before it.</p> + +<p>"I am justly punished for my cowardly desertion of my darling," +he groaned to his sister, to whom he had confided his sorrowful +secret. "But, oh, God! how terribly I have suffered for +the weakness and folly of an hour!"</p> + +<p>Edith, whose heart had been strangely changed and softened +since her reconciliation with her husband, wept with him over +the dreadful news.</p> + +<p>"Bertram, we must go to her," she said. "In death, if not in +life, we must lift the shadow from the poor girl's memory. Elinor +Glenalvan is going home to-day. Shall we accompany her?"</p> + +<p>"Yes; but do not tell her why we go. She hated my poor, little +Golden," he answered, sighing heavily.</p> + +<p>Elinor wondered secretly over their going, but rejoiced also. +She had gone abroad with them, had had a most delightful time, +and she sighed to think that the end had come at last.</p> + +<p>But one thing grieved her most of all. All her arts and her +beauty, added to Mrs. Desmond's influence, had failed to win Bertram +Chesleigh.</p> + +<p>She almost hated him when she thought of going home to hear +her mother's lamentations over her failure, and her sister's +taunts.</p> + +<p>Her spirits rose at the welcome news that he was going south +with her.</p> + +<p>Perhaps she might triumph yet. It was a hopeful augury that +he was not willing to lose sight of her yet.</p> + +<p>Poor vain and artful Elinor! She did not dream of the real +truth.</p> + +<p>She believed that Golden had been thrust out of her way forever.</p> + +<p>Strangely enough, though she had known the true cause of the +Desmonds' separation, she had never been able to ferret out the +reason of their reconciliation.</p> + +<p>Immediately after Mr. Desmond reached Italy his wife had +summarily dismissed Celine.</p> + +<p>No hints, nor careless appearance of wonder on Elinor's part +could elicit the reason for the maid's dismissal.</p> + +<p>She only knew that the Frenchwoman had gone away in insolent +triumph, taking with her the money she had wrested from +her in payment for her treachery to poor little Golden.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Desmond's generous impulse to accompany her brother +was frustrated by the sudden illness of her little daughter, so +Bertram was forced to go on his sad mission without her, and +Elinor was jubilant over the prospect of a long, delightful trip +under his exclusive care.</p> + +<p>Anticipation and reality are different things, however, as Elinor +was fated to learn.</p> + +<p>Never was there a more gloomy or self-absorbed cavalier than the +handsome and entertaining Mr. Chesleigh on this occasion.</p> + +<p>Elinor bit her ruby lip and looked daggers as he lounged in his +seat, pretending to be absorbed in a newspaper, but with lips<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[Pg 115]</a></span> +compressed beneath his dark mustache, and a strange, somber +light in the large, black eyes that puzzled Elinor, who had not the +key to his mood.</p> + +<p>Indeed she began to be conscious of a vague feeling of dread +and anxiety.</p> + +<p>She asked herself over and over why he had chosen to bear her +company on her homeward way.</p> + +<p>Evidently it was through no tenderness for her. Though +scrupulously polite and attentive, he preserved the appearance +of distant friendliness in too marked a fashion to be misinterpreted.</p> + +<p>When at last, after traveling without delay or rest, they found +themselves seated in the carriage that was to convey them to +Glenalvan Hall, Elinor felt a certain sense of relief mingled with +her chagrin and disappointment. She loved Bertram Chesleigh, +but his moodiness and silence were strangely oppressive.</p> + +<p>"Why did he come with me?" she asked herself for the last +time as the carriage rolled along the breezy, wooded drive, and +her strange companion lay back among the cushions, his hat tilted +over his eyes, his face pale, his lips working convulsively. "What +will Clare say when she sees how disdainfully he treats me? How +she will triumph at my disappointment."</p> + +<p>Her heart sank at the prospect of returning to the quietude +and dreariness of Glenalvan Hall after the gay, easy, luxurious +life she had led for the last few months.</p> + +<p>For a moment her love for the indifferent man beside her was +transformed to hate.</p> + +<p>Why had he slighted her beauty, and her fascinations to turn +to that doll-faced child whose life was a disgrace to the Glenalvans?</p> + +<p>She hated Bertram Chesleigh because he had not rescued her +from the poverty of which she had grown so weary, and from +which his love might have delivered her.</p> + +<p>"At least I have the satisfaction of knowing that I removed +that little vixen, Golden, from his pathway," she thought, with +vindictive triumph. "If she had remained who knows what +might have happened? I should like to know what became of her +when she left Mrs. Desmond's. I sincerely hope she drowned herself +in the sea!"</p> + +<p>The carriage turned a sudden bend in the road, and Elinor, +leaning idly forward to note the old, familiar landmarks, gazed +intently one moment, then uttered a stifled cry of terror.</p> + +<p>Bertram Chesleigh started, like one awaking from a dream.</p> + +<p>"What is it? Has anything alarmed you, Miss Glenalvan?" he +inquired, courteously.</p> + +<p>"Look there," she cried, fearfully, pointing her hand through +the window.</p> + +<p>He followed the direction of her finger and saw—oh horror, +that they were passing the burial-ground of the Glenalvans.</p> + +<p>He saw a little band of black-robed mourners grouped around a +narrow mound of freshly-thrown-up earth.</p> + +<p>He saw the minister standing at the head of the grave with his +open book, and fancied he could hear him repeating the solemn,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[Pg 116]</a></span> +beautiful words with which we consign "ashes to ashes, and +dust to dust."</p> + +<p>"Pray tell the driver to stop," Elinor cried out, excitedly, "I +must get out. Someone of my own family must be dead."</p> + +<p>He made no answer. He was handing her out with hands that +trembled as nervously as her own. One terrible, blasting thought +was in his mind.</p> + +<p>"It is Golden, my wronged, little wife, and my babe that I +never saw, whom they are hiding beneath that little mound," he +said to himself, in agony. "Oh, God! that I should have come +only in time for this!"</p> + +<p>He opened the little, white gate that led into the green burial-place, +with its glimmering, white stones, and Elinor silently followed +him.</p> + +<p>The little group about the grave fell back as they approached, +and they saw the men throwing up the earth upon the new-made +grave. Its dull, awful thud fell like the crash of a great despair +upon his heart.</p> + +<p>"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust," murmured the minister's solemn +voice, and the conscience-stricken man fell on his knees and hid +his face in his hand, afraid and ashamed, for that deep voice +seemed to condemn him for the evil he had wrought.</p> + +<p>A weak and trembling hand fluttered down on his shoulder, +and a thin, quavering voice sounded reproachfully in his ear:</p> + +<p>"So you have come to exhult over your wicked work, Bertram +Chesleigh."</p> + +<p>The wretched man looked up into the streaming eyes of old +Hugh Glenalvan.</p> + +<p>At a little distance he saw old black Dinah regarding him with +looks of horror and loathing. A beautiful, golden-haired woman +stood apart, weeping silently, and Elinor Glenalvan had gone to +the minister and was speaking to him agitatedly.</p> + +<p>Bertram sprang up desperately.</p> + +<p>"Oh, sir, for God's sake," he cried to the dejected old man, +"tell me whom they have buried here!"</p> + +<p>And the answer came in broken tones:</p> + +<p>"Golden Glenalvan and her babe."</p> + +<p>Bertram Chesleigh, kneeling in the dust that was heaped above +the dead heart that had loved him so devotedly, lifted his hands +and eyes to Heaven, and cried out, in a broken, contrite voice:</p> + +<p>"I call God to witness that it is Golden Chesleigh, not Golden +Glenalvan, you have buried here. This dead girl was my wife, +made so by a secret marriage last summer. It is my wife and +my child you have hidden from me in this low grave. May God +forgive me for the wrong I did them."</p> + +<p>Then, unable to bear the strain upon his nerves and his heart +any longer, the wretched man fell forward heavily, and lay in a +deep swoon across the mound that covered little Golden and her +child.</p> + +<p>A terrible punishment had been meted out to him for the pride +and selfishness that had made of his innocent child-wife an outcast, +and a creature at whom to point the finger of a seemingly +just scorn.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[Pg 117]</a></span></p> + +<p>The deathless flame of that deep "remorse that spurns atonement's +power" had been kindled in his heart, never to go out +save with the breath of life.</p> + + + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XLII" id="CHAPTER_XLII">CHAPTER XLII.</a></h2> + + +<p>For a few moments all believed that Bertram Chesleigh was +dead. Elinor Glenalvan, filled with astonishment and deadly +rage, devoutly hoped that he was.</p> + +<p>Her love had turned to hate, and as by a sudden flash she understood +fully the passion of remorse and despair that had +brought him to Glenalvan Hall.</p> + +<p>The vindictive wish came over her that he had died before he +had spoken the brave words that had cleared the stain from the +memory of the girl she had hated with such jealous fire and passion. +She had yet to learn that every shadow had been cleared +from Golden's name.</p> + +<p>While she stood like a statue, and angrily regarded the striking +scene, the others busied themselves with the restoration of the +unconscious man.</p> + +<p>Dinah brought cold water from a little spring, and bathed his +face and hands. Gertrude held her smelling-salts to his nose.</p> + +<p>In a short time he revived and looked about him with an +agony of sorrow in his pale, drawn face. His first conscious +thought was of his loved and deeply-wronged wife.</p> + +<p>"She is dead," he groaned. "I shall never hear her sweet +lips pronounce my pardon. Oh, God, did she leave me no message? +Did she not curse me in dying for the woe I had wrought?"</p> + +<p>They all stood aloof from him except Gertrude. She told him +what he asked in a grave and gentle voice.</p> + +<p>"She made no mention of you, Mr. Chesleigh. She was patient +and brave to the last. She kept her vow of silence to the bitter +end, and died with the story of her innocence untold."</p> + +<p>"I, coward that I was, bound her to secrecy," he said, "but I +did not dream then of what would happen after. I wish to God +that she had spoken and vindicated her honor."</p> + +<p>And again an expression of the deepest sorrow convulsed the +dark, handsome face.</p> + +<p>"She was too true and loyal to break her vow," answered +Gertrude, tearfully. "I believe that the shame and sorrow of it +all killed her. She was a martyr to her love."</p> + +<p>He groaned and dropped his head upon his folded arms. There +was silence, and every eye but Elinor's rested tearfully upon the +low mound beneath which slumbered the poor girl who had died +with the brand of the erring upon her, but who in this hour was +proven guiltless and pure, as Gertrude had said, a patient martyr +to affection.</p> + +<p>"Oh, that I might have seen her even once," groaned Bertram +Chesleigh, turning instinctively for comfort to the sweet, sympathetic +face of Gertrude. "Oh, tell me, did she suffer in dying? +Was she conscious?"</p> + +<p>She shook her head.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[Pg 118]</a></span></p> + +<p>"No, she passed from a quiet slumber into death. The change +was so gradual we scarcely knew when she was gone."</p> + +<p>"Gone!"</p> + +<p>The word thrilled him with a keen and bitter pain. The sweet, +child-wife he had loved so dearly was lost from his life forever. +She was gone from a world that had used her harshly and coldly, +to take her fitting place among the angels.</p> + +<p>The soft wind sighing through the trees and the grass seemed +to murmur her requiem: "<i>Requiescat in pace</i>."</p> + +<p>He rose and stood among them, his heavy eyes turning to the +sad, old face of the grandfather whom he had bereaved of his +darling. He held out his hand to him humbly.</p> + +<p>"<i>She</i> is gone from us, and I cannot sue for her pardon," he said, +wistfully. "But will you not forgive me, sir, for the sorrow my +weakness and pride brought upon her and you?"</p> + +<p>But old Hugh Glenalvan's kindly blue eyes flashed upon him +with a gleam of their youthful fire, and his voice quivered with +anger and despair as he replied:</p> + +<p>"I will never forgive you unless <i>she</i> should rise from the grave +and forgive you too!"</p> + +<p>"Ye must forgive as ye would be forgiven," said the gentle, +admonitory voice of the man of God.</p> + +<p>But the indignant old man shook off his suppliant hand.</p> + +<p>"She was his wife, and he discarded and deserted her. There +is no forgiveness for such a sin," he said, with fiery scorn, as he +turned away.</p> + +<p>They went away and left Bertram alone with the wronged and +quiet dead.</p> + +<p>Gertrude, in her gentle, womanly pity would fain have persuaded +him to go home with them, but he refused to listen.</p> + +<p>"Leave me to my lonely vigil here," he said, sorrowfully. "If +her gentle spirit is yet hovering about she may accept my bitter +grief and repentance as some atonement."</p> + +<p>When they had all gone and left him he bowed his head with a +bitter cry.</p> + +<p>"Oh, Golden, my lost, little darling, only six feet of earth between +us, and yet I shall never see you, speak to you, nor hear +you again!"</p> + +<p>A low, respectful cough interrupted the mournful tenor of his +thoughts.</p> + +<p>He glanced up and saw the old grave-digger leaning on his +spade and regarding him wistfully.</p> + +<p>"What are you waiting for, my man?" he inquired, feeling impatient +at this seeming intrusion on his grief.</p> + +<p>"If you please, sir, I have not yet finished throwing up the +earth and shaping the mound," said the man, with some embarrassment.</p> + +<p>A bitter cry came from Bertram Chesleigh's lips.</p> + +<p>"What! would you bury her still deeper from my sight?" he +cried. "Oh, rather throw off this heavy covering of earth and +suffer me to look upon my darling one again."</p> + +<p>The man stared at him half fearfully.</p> + +<p>"Oh, sir, your sorrow has almost crazed you," he said. "You<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[Pg 119]</a></span> +had better return to your friends and leave me here to finish my +necessary work."</p> + +<p>But a new thought, born of his grief and remorse, had come +into the mind of the mourner.</p> + +<p>"My man, look at me," he said, earnestly; "I want you to +open this grave and let me see my wife again. You cannot refuse +me when I pray you to do it. Only think! They have buried +my child and I have never even seen its face. I must kiss the +babe and its mother once, I cannot go away until I have done +so."</p> + +<p>"Oh, sir, surely you are going mad," the man cried, alarmed. +"I have never heard of such a thing. I could not do it if I would. +I could not take the coffin out alone."</p> + +<p>"Let me help you," said the distracted mourner.</p> + +<p>"What you wish is quite impossible, sir," faltered the man, +anxiously; "let me beg you to go on to the hall, and leave me to +finish my sad duty."</p> + +<p>"You must not refuse me, it will break my heart," Bertram +Chesleigh cried, "I will pay you well. See," he drew out a handful +of shining gold pieces. "I will give you a hundred dollars if +you will show me the faces of my wife and child."</p> + +<p>The dull eyes of the grave-digger grew bright at that sight. He +was poor, and a hundred dollars were wealth to him.</p> + +<p>"I am sorry for you, sir, I wish I could do what you wish. +That money would do my poor wife and children a deal of good. +If you could wait until night," he said, lowering his voice and +glancing significantly around him, "I might get help and do the +job for you."</p> + +<p>Some whispered words passed between them: then Bertram +Chesleigh rose and passed out of the green graveyard, casting one +yearning look behind him at the low grave that held his darling.</p> + +<p>He bent his lagging footsteps toward old Glenalvan Hall, whose +ivy-wreathed towers glistened picturesquely in the evening sunshine.</p> + +<p>Bertram went in through the wide entrance, and crossing the +level lawn walked along the border of the beautiful lake.</p> + +<p>"It was here that we parted," he murmured to himself, in his +sorrowful retrospection. "How beautiful, how happy she was, +how full of love and trust. Oh, God, what dark spell came over +me, and made me for twenty-four terrible hours false to my love +and my vows? That old man was right. There is no forgiveness +for such a terrible sin!"</p> + +<p>Frederick Glenalvan saw him from the house, and came down +to meet him.</p> + +<p>"Chesleigh, I have heard all," he said, with pretended sympathy, +"Elinor told us. My dear friend, how sorry I am for you. +I was about to go and seek you. You must come up to the house +and take some refreshment. You look ready to drop."</p> + +<p>"I feel fearfully ill," said Chesleigh, staggering unsteadily, +and putting his hand to his head. "I need something, but do +not ask me to accept the shelter of your roof, Fred. I have a +quarrel with your father. He has bitterly deceived me, and must +answer to me for his sin.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[Pg 120]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Father is not at home. He has been absent for several days," +said Fred, confusedly. "But if you will not come up to the hall +sit down here on this bench, and I will bring you some wine."</p> + +<p>Bertram obeyed his request almost mechanically. His head +ached, and he felt dull, lifeless and inert.</p> + +<p>The grief and excitement under which he had labored for several +days were beginning to tell heavily upon his overstrained nerves. +With the murmured name of Golden, his head drooped on his +breast and he relapsed into semi-unconsciousness.</p> + +<p>He was aroused by a hand lifting his head, and starting into +consciousness, saw Frederick Glenalvan by his side, and Elinor +standing before him with a small tray on which were arranged +a glass of wine and several slices of cake. He did not notice +how white and strange she looked, nor how steely her voice +sounded as she said:</p> + +<p>"You are faint and ill. Drink this—it will revive you."</p> + +<p>She put the wine to his lips, and he drank it thirstily. A fire +seemed to run through his veins, new life came into his limbs. +He arose and thanked her, but refused the cake.</p> + +<p>"I am better, but I cannot eat; it would choke me," he said, +and Elinor did not press him. She turned away, and as she +passed the lake she furtively tossed the wine-glass in, and the +cake after it.</p> + +<p>"So father had deceived him, and must answer to him for his +sin," she said to herself, bitterly, as she walked along. "Well, +well, we shall see! Oh, how I hate him! Yet once I loved him, +and hoped to be his wife. I might have been if that little jade +had never come between. Oh, how I hate her even in her +grave!"</p> + +<p>She went back to the hall, walking like one in a dream, with +lurid, blazing eyes, and a face blanched to the pallor of a marble +image, muttering wickedly to herself.</p> + + + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XLIII" id="CHAPTER_XLIII">CHAPTER XLIII.</a></h2> + + +<p>When Elinor had gone, Frederick Glenalvan turned curiously +to Chesleigh.</p> + +<p>"So you were really the husband of Golden Leith, and not her +betrayer, as everybody believed?" he said.</p> + +<p>"Yes, she was my lawful wife; but why do you call her Golden +Leith?" Bertram Chesleigh inquired, curiously.</p> + +<p>"Did you not know," said Fred, carelessly, "that she had +found her father? He is a New York lawyer, and his name is +Richard Leith. It seems that her mother was really married to +him after all."</p> + +<p>"Thank God! Then there is really not a shadow of disgrace +upon my poor, wronged wife," cried Bertram Chesleigh, gladly. +"Oh, God! if only she had lived."</p> + +<p>He was silent a moment, then asked, suddenly:</p> + +<p>"Where is Richard Leith now?"</p> + +<p>"He is lying ill in the western wing of Glenalvan Hall," Frederick +replied, with some embarrassment at the inward consciousness +of who caused that illness.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[Pg 121]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Is is possible? I must go to him at once," cried Bertram, +starting up. "I am an old friend of Richard Leith. Will you +accompany me, Fred?"</p> + +<p>Frederick walked with him across the grassy slope of the lawn, +but left him in the wide corridor that separated the divided +dwellings of the strangely sundered family.</p> + +<p>"I can accompany you no further," he said, confusedly. "The +truth is, Mr. Leith and father have had a little difficulty, and we +are not on the best of terms."</p> + +<p>He turned away, and Bertram knocked nervously on the door +before him, and was admitted by Dinah, who scowled blackly +when she saw whom the visitor was.</p> + +<p>"I wish to see Mr. Leith," he said, and the old woman silently +motioned him to follow her into the sick man's room.</p> + +<p>White as the pillows on which he lay, was Richard Leith, but +there was a smile of peace on his face, for Gertrude was sitting +in a chair by his bedside, and she had been telling him of the +strange scene at Golden's burial that evening; how Bertram +Chesleigh had claimed her as his wife, and the child for his own.</p> + +<p>"Thank God! she was innocent and pure. Oh, how could I +ever have doubted the child of my precious Golden," cried the +bereaved father, in a passion of remorse and grief.</p> + +<p>"You know the whole truth, now. Can you ever forgive me?" +inquired Bertram, advancing.</p> + +<p>"You here, Bertram Chesleigh? Oh, how could you have been +so cruel?" exclaimed Mr. Leith, excitedly, as he rose on his elbow, +and looked at the pale face and gleaming eyes of the intruder.</p> + +<p>"I will tell you all the truth, and perhaps you will understand +me better," began Bertram Chesleigh, eagerly, but before the +words were ended, a terrible change came over his face. It was +distorted by contortions of pain, and with a shrill cry of agony +he fell to the floor in strong convulsions.</p> + +<p>Gertrude sprang from her chair with a frightened shriek that +brought Dinah rushing into the room with her old master close +at her heels, followed by the hired nurse who had the care of Mr. +Leith.</p> + +<p>"This man is dying—bring a doctor at once!" cried Gertrude, +shrilly.</p> + +<p>"The doctor is here, madam," said the pleasant voice of the +physician himself, who had just entered the door on his usual +daily visit to Mr. Leith. "Why, what have we here?"</p> + +<p>He bent down over the tall, superb form that lay upon the +floor writhing in a violent fit.</p> + +<p>There were a few moments of busy silence while he worked +over the patient, then he looked up with a dark frown on his +broad brow.</p> + +<p>"Who is this man, and how came he here?" he inquired.</p> + +<p>"He is my son-in-law, doctor, and he had barely entered the +room when he fell in a fit," said Richard Leith. "What ails +him?"</p> + +<p>Another dire contortion of the prostrate form, and the busy +physician answered, sternly:</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[Pg 122]</a></span></p> + +<p>"He has all the symptoms of arsenical poisoning."</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p>The hovering night fell rainy, dark, and cheerless. The skillful +physician worked steadily, anxiously, and patiently, trying +to save from the grasp of the fell destroyer the writhing victim +of Elinor Glenalvan's deadly hate and wicked revenge.</p> + +<p>Everyone was filled with grief and sorrow. All warring passions, +all human resentments were forgotten in the anxiety +with which they watched the wavering balance in which Bertram +Chesleigh lay fluctuating between life and death.</p> + +<p>Arsenic had been administered to him in a draught of wine, +declared the physician, and the wonder arose who had given it +to him.</p> + +<p>Someone started the theory that he had taken it himself, with +intent to commit suicide.</p> + +<p>Then they searched him, but not a grain of the deadly drug +was discovered on his person. It was all a baffling mystery.</p> + +<p>They had left him mourning despairingly over little Golden's +grave, and they had seen him no more until he had come to them +in this awful condition.</p> + +<p>"If I had not come in at the moment I did, no earthly power +could have saved him," declared the physician; "As it is, I hope—mind, +I only say hope—that I may save his life."</p> + +<p>At midnight Gertrude stole to the outer door for a breath of +fresh air. She felt faint, weary and dispirited.</p> + +<p>The death of Golden, whom she had learned to love very deeply, +had deeply grieved her saddened heart.</p> + +<p>"Poor child," she moaned, sitting down on the marble steps +and gazing sadly at the silver crescent of the young moon as it +struggled through a bank of clouds; "she has had a fate as tragic +and sad as her poor young mother's."</p> + +<p>The sound of muffled footsteps on the grass caused Gertrude to +start up with a sudden cry.</p> + +<p>A youth was coming toward her, and his low, entreating "stay, +madam," arrested her contemplated flight.</p> + +<p>He came close to her side, and as his rough garments brushed +the stone ballustrade, the cool, moist smell of newly thrown up +earth came distinctly to her senses.</p> + +<p>She shivered and thought of that new-made grave lying in the +silence and calm of the dewy night.</p> + +<p>"Will you tell me if Mr. Chesleigh is here, ma'am?" he inquired, +respectfully.</p> + +<p>"Yes, he is here. What can you want of Mr. Chesleigh at this +unseemly hour of the night?" she inquired, in wonder.</p> + +<p>"I have important business with him," said the youth, and +Gertrude thought she detected a trembling, as of fear, in his voice. +"Can I see him a moment, if you please?"</p> + +<p>"No, you cannot, for he is ill and unconscious, and we fear +that he is dying," she replied.</p> + +<p>A smothered exclamation escaped from the youth's lips.</p> + +<p>"Oh, this is dreadful!" he said, as if unconscious of having a +listener. "What shall we do now?"</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[Pg 123]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Can I help you?" asked Gertrude, gently.</p> + +<p>He bent toward her eagerly.</p> + +<p>"Oh, madam, you are a friend of the poor lady that was buried +this afternoon?" he said, almost fearfully.</p> + +<p>"Yes," she answered, with a quickened heart-beat.</p> + +<p>"Then come with me, for God's sake. There is not a minute +to lose. Don't be afraid. No harm shall come to you."</p> + +<p>So impressed was Gertrude by the youth's strange eagerness +that she followed him without a word across the green lawn, +through the wide gate, and along the winding road.</p> + +<p>"Not here!" she said, aghast, as he paused at the white gate of +the Glenalvan burying ground.</p> + +<p>"Yes, even here," he answered, solemnly; and the gate-latch +clicked softly beneath his hand. "Follow me, lady. No harm +shall happen you."</p> + + + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XLIV" id="CHAPTER_XLIV">CHAPTER XLIV.</a></h2> + + +<p>When Bertram Chesleigh came to full consciousness again he +found himself lying on a couch in Mr. Leith's bedroom.</p> + +<p>The curtains were drawn at the windows, but the light of the +full day glimmered through, and he saw the grave-faced physician +sitting beside him, while Richard Leith, from the bed opposite, +regarded him with an intent expression. He struggled up +feebly and pressed his hand to his brow.</p> + +<p>"I have had a shock," he said, with an air of strange perplexity, +as he looked into their anxious faces. "What was it? What has +happened to me?"</p> + +<p>"You have been near to death's door," replied the physician, +gravely, "but you will recover now."</p> + +<p>"I wish that I had died!" the young man burst out, with such +passionate realization of his misery, that the doctor exclaimed, +incautiously:</p> + +<p>"So, then, you <i>did</i> try to commit suicide?"</p> + +<p>The brilliant, dark eyes looked at him in amazement.</p> + +<p>"Suicide! suicide!" he repeated, blankly. "Who dares to say +that of me?"</p> + +<p>The doctor regarded him thoughtfully.</p> + +<p>"My dear sir," he said, quietly, "I happened in here very opportunely +last evening and found you suffering all the terrible +symptoms of arsenic poisoning. Your friends feared that your +grief had unhinged your mind, and that under temporary aberration +you had attempted the destruction of your own life."</p> + +<p>"They were wrong. I could never have been such a coward," +Bertram answered, in such a tone of convincing truthfulness that +no one could doubt him. "Indeed, doctor, you must have been +mistaken. I have taken no drug recently."</p> + +<p>"I am not mistaken," the physician asserted, confidently. "You +had most certainly had arsenic administered to you in a draught +of wine."</p> + +<p>A startled gleam came into Mr. Chesleigh's eyes, his face whitened, +a cry of horror came from his lips.</p> + +<p>"Doctor, are you quite, quite sure?" he exclaimed.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[Pg 124]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I would swear to the drug," was the instant reply. "Do you +admit the wine?"</p> + +<p>"Yes," came the grave reply; "I drank a glass of wine before +coming in here yesterday evening, but I did not dream it was +drugged," and an expression of almost incredulous horror swept +over the handsome face.</p> + +<p>"Who gave you the wine?" inquired the doctor and Richard +Leith almost simultaneously.</p> + +<p>But Bertram Chesleigh shook his head.</p> + +<p>"Do not ask me," he said. "It is terrible, yet I will not betray +my would-be destroyer."</p> + +<p>"It was one of the Glenalvans," asserted Richard Leith, seeing +the truth as by a flash of light.</p> + +<p>"Do not ask me," the young man replied again. "I must not +tell you. It is too terrible. I can scarce believe the dread reality +myself."</p> + +<p>But though he refused to reveal the secret, Richard Leith felt +morally certain that it was to some of the family of John Glenalvan +the young man owed the attempted destruction of his life. +He had heard that Elinor had "set her cap" at him.</p> + +<p>This, then, was the dreadful revenge she had taken for her disappointment.</p> + +<p>The physician went away and left them together. Then the +lawyer told his son-in-law his whole sad story. Bertram's indignation +knew no bounds.</p> + +<p>"May the curse of an offended God rest upon John Glenalvan's +head!" he exclaimed. "It is to him and his family that +my poor Golden owes the bitter sorrows of her brief life. My +sister's maid, Celine, confessed that it was Elinor Glenalvan who +discovered Golden's identity, and bribed her to send her away +under a ban of disgrace. Oh, God, Leith, could I only have +known that the girl little Ruby loved so dearly, and who shunned +me so persistently, was my deserted wife, how joyously would +I have taken her to my heart and claimed her for my own."</p> + +<p>"Yes, if you had only known," Richard Leith replied, with +mournful emphasis. "My poor young daughter, hers indeed +was a hard lot. Scorned by her kindred, deserted by her husband, +despised and disowned by her miserable father! How glad +she must have been to creep into the kindly shelter of the grave! +Ah, Heaven, Chesleigh, I never can forget my own wretched +share in breaking that tender heart."</p> + +<p>His head sank back on his pillow, and almost womanly tears +coursed over his pale cheeks.</p> + +<p>"But she forgave me before she died," he continued, pathetically, +after a little. "She was an angel, Chesleigh. I can never +forget how sweet and patient she was. The day before she died +they carried me into her room. I lay on a couch by the side of +her bed. They showed me the beautiful little waxen image—the +babe that had never drawn a single breath of life in this world, +and I could not keep from crying when they said her terrible fall +had killed the child. The minister came, and told her that she +must die in a few hours, too. But was it not strange, Chesleigh? +She smiled sadly and shook her head."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[Pg 125]</a></span></p> + +<p>"'No, you are all mistaken,' she said. 'I should not be sorry +to die, but my time has not come yet. I cannot die until I know +whether I shall meet my mother in Heaven, or whether she is +still on earth.'</p> + +<p>"But that night she passed away peacefully in her sleep. It +was so calm and gradual we did not know when the end had +come. It was like those sweet lines of Hood:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"'We watched her breathing through the night,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Her breathing soft and low,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As in her breast the wave of life<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Went heaving to and fro.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Our very hopes belied our fears,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Our fears our hopes belied;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">We thought her dying when she slept,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">And sleeping when she died.'"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>He ceased, and there was a heavy silence in the room. Bertram +Chesleigh broke it in a hushed, low voice.</p> + +<p>"Poor, martyred child! Was she, then, so anxious to find her +mother?"</p> + +<p>"She declared that it was the one dream of her life-time," +Richard Leith replied.</p> + +<p>"And there is no clew save that which John Glenalvan holds?" +inquired Bertram, thoughtfully.</p> + +<p>"None, and the villain has fled. I do not believe his own wife +and children know aught of his whereabouts."</p> + +<p>A look of grave determination swept over Bertram's handsome, +pallid face.</p> + +<p>"Then I will take up the quest where it dropped from Golden's +little hand in dying. I will track the villain, if it is to the +end of the world. It shall be my task to vindicate her mother's +memory," he said, gravely and earnestly.</p> + +<p>"It is <i>my</i> task rather," said Richard Leith.</p> + +<p>"We will join hands in the effort," his son-in-law answered.</p> + +<p>Old Dinah came in with a note for Mr. Leith. It was from +Gertrude.</p> + +<blockquote> +<p>"I have gone away," she wrote. "I can leave you no address, +but I shall be cognizant of all that transpires at Glenalvan Hall, +and I may see you again ere long. You will soon be well enough +to go about again, and that you may be enabled to solve the distressing +mystery of your lost wife's fate, is the earnest prayer of</p> + +<p class="sig">"<span class="smcap">Gertrude</span>."</p> +</blockquote> + +<p>"Surely no man was ever placed in such a terrible position," +said Richard Leith. "For aught I know, I may have two wives +living."</p> + +<p>"It is through no fault of yours," replied Mr. Chesleigh; "but +it is most distressing. Your second wife appears to be a very +beautiful and winning woman."</p> + +<p>"She is both, but I never discovered her worth until it was too +late to love her," Mr. Leith replied, sadly. "Her noble conduct +to my helpless daughter first opened my eyes to her lovable +character."</p> + +<p>"God bless her!" Bertram Chesleigh uttered, fervently.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[Pg 126]</a></span></p> + +<p>They had some further conversation, and then Mr. Chesleigh +announced his intention of going away.</p> + +<p>"I will not trespass further on Mr. Glenalvan's hospitality," +he said decidedly. "I do not forget how much reason he has to +hate the sight of me."</p> + + + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XLV" id="CHAPTER_XLV">CHAPTER XLV.</a></h2> + + +<p>The twilight hour found Bertram Chesleigh wending his way +to the green graveyard where his hapless wife lay buried. As he +had hoped, he found the old grave-digger waiting for him.</p> + +<p>He had been sodding the mound with velvety green turf, and +planting lilies and immortelles upon it.</p> + +<p>"Why have you done this?" he said. "Did you not know I +would come to-night? I was at death's door last night, or I +would have come as I said. Did you do what you promised?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir, and waited a long time for you," said the man, doffing +his cap respectfully. "I even sent my son to look for you. +He learned of your bad condition, and then we were compelled +to put the coffin back in the ground again."</p> + +<p>There was a strange, repressed excitement in the man's manner, +but Mr. Chesleigh, absorbed in the bitterness of his own despair, +did not observe it.</p> + +<p>He counted over a hundred dollars into the man's hand, and +then said, with a tremor of hope in his voice:</p> + +<p>"I will double the amount if you will do your work over to-night. +I <i>must</i> see her. I am mad for one last look at my darling's +face!"</p> + +<p>The grave-digger shuddered.</p> + +<p>"Oh, sir, it is too late," he said. "Have you forgotten how +soon death's touch blasts everything human? And the little babe—<i>that</i> +was dead long before <i>she</i> was. I know you could not bear +to see them now."</p> + +<p>"Hush, hush!" the mourner cried, in a voice of agony. "I will +hear no more. Go, now, and leave me!"</p> + +<p>"Cheer up, sir," said the man, with a strange gleam in his eyes, +as he turned to go. "The Lord may have some blessing in store +for you yet, sir."</p> + +<p>His only answer was a hollow groan from the wretched man. +He threw himself face downward on the green grave, crushing +all the sweet lilies and immortelles beneath his shuddering frame, +and cried out to Heaven to kill him because he had blighted +Golden's innocent life.</p> + +<p>He lay there an hour or two, musing sorrowfully over the hapless +fate of his beautiful girl-bride.</p> + +<p>He recalled their brief, happy love-dream from which they had +been so rudely awakened.</p> + +<p>Over and over again he cursed himself for that first impulse of +pride and selfishness that had made him false to his bride in the +hour when he should have protected and shielded her.</p> + +<p>A passionate, despairing longing to see her again filled his +soul.</p> + +<p>"I will go back and wander by the lake again," he resolved, in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[Pg 127]</a></span> +the madness of his despair. "It was there that we spent our +sweetest, most blissful hours. In the calm and silence of the +night I will dream them over again."</p> + +<p>He went to the lake, but the very spirit of unrest was upon +him.</p> + +<p>The stars came forth and shone weirdly in the sky, the perfume +of spring flowers sweetened the air. He grew restless and fanciful.</p> + +<p>Such a brief while ago she had stolen nightly from the haunted +rooms to meet him here beside the silvery lake.</p> + +<p>It almost seemed that she would come to him presently, gliding +like a fairy across the green lawn to the glad shelter of his +arms.</p> + +<p>Some impulse prompted him to seek the haunted rooms, to spend +an hour of solitary musing in their quiet shade.</p> + +<p>He knew of a retired stairway by which he could make his way +unperceived, and following the blind fate that led him, he went +up to the hall and up the narrow, secluded stairs which little +Golden had shown him, and by which she had obtained egress to +her lover.</p> + +<p>He went along the dark corridor with a strangely beating heart, +and paused before the closed door of the haunted room.</p> + +<p>He placed his hand on the knob, but to his surprise it refused to +yield to his touch.</p> + +<p>Disappointed, he was about turning away, when a heavy step +crossed the floor inside, the key clicked in the lock, and the door +was cautiously opened.</p> + +<p>A flood of light streamed out into the corridor, and showed +Bertram Chesleigh the tall form, and dark, saturnine face of John +Glenalvan.</p> + +<p>There was a moment of complete astonishment on the part of +each of the two men.</p> + +<p>Both recoiled from each other in the first suddenness of the +shock, and then an angry oath burst from John Glenalvan's +lips.</p> + +<p>"I thought it was Elinor!"</p> + +<p>"Luckily you were mistaken," returned Mr. Chesleigh, quickly +recovering his wits. "This <i>rencontre</i> is most opportune for me, +sir. I have wished to see you."</p> + +<p>He stepped into the room as he spoke, and boldly confronted +the villain, who glared at him with a mixture of defiance and dismay.</p> + +<p>"You wished to see me. I feel flattered," he said, with an attempt +at cutting sarcasm. "May I ask why?"</p> + +<p>There was a moment's silence while Bertram Chesleigh rapidly +reviewed the situation in his mind. Then he spoke:</p> + +<p>"You may ask, and I may answer," he said. "Mr. Glenalvan, +I might heap the bitterest reproach upon your head, if by so doing +the cruel work of your life might be undone. But the past is +past. My wife is dead, and no reproaches and no lamentations +can bring her back to me. But there is one issue between you +and me. I have taken up my dead wife's quest where she left it.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[Pg 128]</a></span> +I demand that you shall tell me where to find my little Golden's +deeply-wronged mother."</p> + +<p>The dark face before him whitened to the awful pallor of death, +the man's eyes blazed luridly, his hands were clenched as they +hung at his sides.</p> + +<p>"What if I refuse to answer your question?" he inquired, in a +low, tense voice.</p> + +<p>"I will find means to force you to confession," Bertram Chesleigh +replied, unhesitatingly.</p> + +<p>"I defy you to do so," John Glenalvan replied, with an imprecation. +"I am not afraid of you."</p> + +<p>"You have caused my wife's death, and nearly murdered her +father. I will have you arrested for it," exclaimed Mr. Chesleigh.</p> + +<p>"Do so, and I will prove that I only acted in self-defense," was +the instant reply.</p> + +<p>"I will charge you with the murder or abduction of Golden +Leith, your own sister," pursued Mr. Chesleigh.</p> + +<p>"And I will swear before any court in the land that she is the +inmate of a nameless house in New York," was the taunting answer +of the villain.</p> + +<p>They gazed at each other a moment, then Bertram Chesleigh +exclaimed, in wonder:</p> + +<p>"What a black and unnatural heart you must have, John Glenalvan. +How can you thus malign the fair fame of your own +sister?"</p> + +<p>"Do not call her my sister. I hated her, the blue-eyed, doll-faced +creature. She stole the love of my parents from me. It +was all lavished on her, there was none left for me. But I have +had a most glorious revenge," he laughed, wickedly.</p> + +<p>"Yes, you have had a most terrible revenge," said Bertram +Chesleigh, with a shudder. "You have blighted her life and that +of her child. Four lives—perhaps five—have been ruined by your +sin. Is it not time that vengeance should cease?"</p> + +<p>"No!" thundered John Glenalvan, harshly. "For sixteen +years the taste of revenge has been sweet on my lips. It is sweet +still."</p> + +<p>"And you will not speak?" asked Bertram Chesleigh.</p> + +<p>"Never!" with triumphant malice.</p> + +<p>"I have one card yet to play," began the other, slowly.</p> + +<p>A light step suddenly crossed the threshold, and Elinor Glenalvan +appeared in the room, bearing a waiter with a substantial +supper arranged upon it.</p> + +<p>"Papa, were you growing impatient?" she asked; then her +startled eyes fell on Bertram Chesleigh, meeting a glance of fiery +scorn.</p> + +<p>"<i>You here</i>!" she gasped.</p> + +<p>The waiter fell from her nerveless hands, and its contents +crashed upon the floor.</p> + + + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XLVI" id="CHAPTER_XLVI">CHAPTER XLVI.</a></h2> + + +<p>"Yes, Miss Glenalvan, it is I," was the answer, as his burning<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[Pg 129]</a></span> +eyes devoured her pale, frightened face. "Did you take me for +a ghost?"</p> + +<p>"Why should I take you for a ghost?" she faltered, trembling, +but trying to brave it out with an air of defiance.</p> + +<p>"Because you tried to murder me last night, and came very +near succeeding," he replied.</p> + +<p>"It is false. How dare you accuse me of such a crime?" she +broke out, passionately, flying to her father's side, as if for protection.</p> + +<p>"How dare you?" echoed John Glenalvan, furiously.</p> + +<p>Bertram Chesleigh lifted his hand imperiously.</p> + +<p>"Listen," he said, "I told you I had one more card to play. +Your fair daughter there attempted to poison me last night with +drugged wine. The physician who saved my life declared that I +had taken arsenic in a draught of wine. Do you see where you +stand <i>now</i>?"</p> + +<p>"Do not believe him, father; it is false!" cried Elinor, furiously; +but John Glenalvan, turning to look into her wild, frightened +face, read the signs of guilt too plainly to be mistaken.</p> + +<p>The sight forced a groan even from his hardened lips.</p> + +<p>"You see where you stand," repeated Bertram Chesleigh, with +stern brevity. "How will you bear to see your cherished +daughter dragged into court on such a dreadful charge?"</p> + +<p>"You will not dare do such a thing," Elinor flashed out, quivering +with rage.</p> + +<p>"That will be as your father says," was the firm reply. "If it +pleases him to reveal the secret of Golden Leith's fate, I'll spare +you and him; if not, you need expect no mercy from me."</p> + +<p>The grim <i>ultimatum</i> was spoken. Elinor and her father knew +by that flashing eye and stern-set lip that there was no appeal +from the calmly-spoken decision.</p> + +<p>"Coward, to threaten a girl," she cried, taking refuge in vituperation +now that denial had failed.</p> + +<p>But Mr. Chesleigh regarded them in silent scorn, and her +father sternly silenced her. He was furious with wrath, and it +seemed to him that not even for his daughter's sake could he +forego his dear revenge.</p> + +<p>"Elinor," he said, with a dark frown, "if indeed you have done +this thing you must prepare to face the consequences. I will not +accede to his demand. Nothing shall balk me of my revenge."</p> + +<p>Abject terror and despair filled Elinor's soul at those threatening +words. She knew too well how guilty she was. She was +filled with terror at the too probable punishment of her wickedness.</p> + +<p>Falling on her knees, she caught her father's hand in hers, +and bathed them with her frightened tears.</p> + +<p>"Oh, father, do not sacrifice me to your revenge," she cried, +wildly. "Remember that I am your own child. I should be +dearer to you than your revenge. Oh! for mercy's sake, make +terms with the wretch, and save me from his wicked vengeance."</p> + +<p>Mr. Chesleigh did not even notice her. He stood with folded +arms and curling lips awaiting his enemy's reply.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[Pg 130]</a></span></p> + +<p>The sullen determination on John Glenalvan's face softened as +she continued her anxious pleading.</p> + +<p>"Father, I cannot live if that wretched story becomes known," +she wailed. "If you do not save me I shall drown myself."</p> + +<p>A slight shudder convulsed his frame at the words. He +looked down at the frightened, tear-wet face.</p> + +<p>"Elinor," he said, "if I have to sacrifice my revenge for your +sake, I shall hate you every moment of your future life."</p> + +<p>"Anything but exposure," she wailed. "Oh, father, save me."</p> + +<p>His dark brow lowered like a thunder cloud.</p> + +<p>"So be it," he said, "but, mark me, girl, I shall hate you forever +after."</p> + +<p>"Then you will speak?" Bertram Chesleigh cried, gladly.</p> + +<p>John Glenalvan hesitated a moment, then answered, gloomily:</p> + +<p>"Yes, to save that wretched girl I will reveal the secret that +has been locked in my breast for sixteen years."</p> + + + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XLVII" id="CHAPTER_XLVII">CHAPTER XLVII.</a></h2> + + +<p>There was a moment's silence, then Bertram Chesleigh said, +quickly:</p> + +<p>"Come with me, Mr. Glenalvan. Let the secret you have kept +so long be revealed in the hearing of your father and Richard +Leith."</p> + +<p>The guilty man recoiled from the demand. He said, hoarsely:</p> + +<p>"I refuse to do so. I will reveal it to you, and you may bear +the news yourself to them."</p> + +<p>Bertram Chesleigh considered the reply a moment, then answered, +firmly.</p> + +<p>"I prefer that they should hear it from your own lips."</p> + +<p>John Glenalvan regarded him with furious eyes.</p> + +<p>"You wish to humble me all you can," he said.</p> + +<p>"Not so," replied Mr. Chesleigh. "But I consider that they +have too decided a right to hear your confession, for me to exclude +them from this momentous interview."</p> + +<p>The angry man regarded him silently a moment, then said, +with a sigh of baffled rage:</p> + +<p>"So be it. I am not now in a position to dictate terms, and +must obey your will. You swear to keep Elinor's secret if I do +this thing?"</p> + +<p>"Yes," Bertram answered.</p> + +<p>"I am ready to accompany you, then. Elinor," he turned a +furious gaze on his daughter who was weeping nervously near +the door; "go to your mother, now. Tell her that you have +ruined all my plans, and that I forever curse the hour in which +you were born."</p> + +<p>She turned away, casting one last look of fiery anger and hatred +on the man she had tried to murder, and left the room.</p> + +<p>The two men went down together to Richard Leith's room. +The lawyer was sitting up in an easy-chair, talking to old Hugh +Glenalvan who occupied a chair near the window.</p> + +<p>They both looked up in surprise at the unexpected sight of John<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[Pg 131]</a></span> +Glenalvan, whom they had supposed to be far away in hiding +somewhere.</p> + +<p>Bertram spoke at once, quietly:</p> + +<p>"You will pardon this late intrusion, Mr. Glenalvan. This +gentleman has an important communication to make to you, and +I ventured to bring him at once."</p> + +<p>"A communication?" faltered the old man, looking blankly at +his son.</p> + +<p>"Yes," answered Mr. Chesleigh, with the flush of joyful triumph +on his handsome face. "He will solve for you the strange mystery +of your daughter's disappearance, sixteen years ago."</p> + +<p>A cry came from Richard Leith's white lips. The old man +echoed it feebly, as he rose and went to his son, but John waved +him rudely back.</p> + +<p>"Do not come near me," he said, harshly; "I have always hated +you because you loved my sister best."</p> + +<p>"I could not help it, John. She was more lovable than you," +the father faltered, feebly.</p> + +<p>"And so she stole your love from me and earned my hate. But +I have had a great revenge," said the relentless wretch, grimly.</p> + +<p>"Oh, John, John!"</p> + +<p>The wailing cry came from the old man's lips; he looked at his +son in surprise and horror.</p> + +<p>"Yes, revenge," repeated John Glenalvan, seeming to take a +malicious pride in his wickedness now that its revelation was +forced upon him. "I hated her, and when my opportunity came, +I seized upon it. I knew she was a wife, yet it was my hand +that sent her that lying letter that made her leave her husband."</p> + +<p>"Devil!" Richard Leith muttered, making an effort to spring +upon him, but Bertram Chesleigh held him back, and the villain +who had so wronged him laughed mockingly.</p> + +<p>"She came home," he went on, after a minute, "came home, +and her child was born. The following night came her mysterious +disappearance which I accounted for by declaring that she +had returned to her deceiver, unable to exist away from him."</p> + +<p>All eyes were fixed on his dark, demoniac face as he proceeded. +Every heart hung trembling on his further words.</p> + +<p>At last the fearful mystery of little Golden's fate would be +known to those who loved and mourned her.</p> + +<p>Old Dinah had stolen silently in, and sat crouching in a corner, +her beady, black eyes fixed intently on the face of the man whom +she had always distrusted.</p> + +<p>"Speak," Richard Leith thundered, almost mad with impatience. +"Speak! You know she never came to me. Where is she +now, my poor, wronged darling?"</p> + +<p>"Is she dead or living?" echoed the wronged woman's father.</p> + +<p>"<i>She is dead</i>!" John Glenalvan answered, coldly.</p> + +<p>"Dead!" they echoed, despairingly.</p> + +<p>"She has been dead these sixteen years," he answered.</p> + +<p>"Vile wretch, then you murdered her," cried Richard Leith, +struggling frantically in Bertram Chesleigh's strong hold.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[Pg 132]</a></span></p> + +<p>The villain laughed heartlessly.</p> + +<p>"Not so," he replied. "I hated her, but I would not have risked +hanging for her sake. It was no fault of mine that she came to +her death so tragically."</p> + +<p>"Dead and buried these sixteen years," old Hugh moaned, +wringing his feeble hands, and weeping as if the bereavement +were but of yesterday. "John, tell me where to find my darling's +grave."</p> + +<p>"<i>She lies in the bottom of the lake</i>!" he replied, and those who +watched him saw him shudder and turn pale for the first time.</p> + +<p>"How came she there?" broke out Bertram Chesleigh.</p> + +<p>"My sister was a somnambulist, Mr. Chesleigh. You will not +deny that fact, father. She wandered from the house in her +sleep, and walked deliberately into the lake."</p> + +<p>"You saw her?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, I was the only witness to the tragic deed," he replied, +and again they saw a shudder shake his strong frame, and the +chill dew beaded his forehead.</p> + +<p>"Devil, you lie! You pushed her in!" cried Richard Leith, wild +with rage and grief.</p> + +<p>"Did you, John? Oh, tell me the truth," moaned his father.</p> + +<p>"No, I did not, as there is a Heaven that hears me. I hated +Golden because you and my mother loved her best, and because +half of your property would go to her, but the thought of murder +had not entered my head. I was out late that night, and returning +with my mind full of envious thoughts toward my sister, I +saw her crossing the moonlighted lawn, and on coming nearer +saw that she was asleep. Keeping near to her, I followed her +down to the lake, and she walked on straight, without pause or +backward glance, into the water."</p> + +<p>"And you put out no hand to save her—murderer!" cried Bertram +Chesleigh, in terrific scorn.</p> + +<p>"I did not know what she would do until all was over," he replied.</p> + +<p>"You might have saved her even then," Bertram Chesleigh +said.</p> + +<p>"Yes, I might, but I hated her, and the devil whispered to me +that this was my opportunity, so I watched the water close over +her head, and then I walked away," he replied.</p> + +<p>"Oh, my God, is de vengeance ob Hebben asleep dat such debbils +roam de yerth?" wailed old Dinah.</p> + +<p>They echoed her cry. Surely the vengeance of Heaven slumbered +that such demons walked the earth unsmitten.</p> + +<p>"Then temptation entered my soul," he continued. "I did not +think it was right for Golden's child to inherit her share of the +property when I needed it so much for my own growing family. +So I fabricated that slander, and eventually forced my father to +make over the remnant of the Glenalvans' possessions to me, and +I transferred my hatred from Golden to her child. Now you know +all."</p> + +<p>Old Hugh pointed to the door with a shaking finger.</p> + +<p>"Go, now, before I call down the terrible vengeance of God on<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[Pg 133]</a></span> +your guilty head!" he cried. "Go, and leave me to weep for my +murdered darling!"</p> + + + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XLVIII" id="CHAPTER_XLVIII">CHAPTER XLVIII.</a></h2> + + +<p>The next day men were set to work to drag the lake for Golden +Leith's body.</p> + +<p>A poor, bleached skeleton, partially petrified by the action of +the water, and therefore in a good state of preservation, was all +they found.</p> + +<p>The broad, gold band of a wedding-ring still clung to the fleshless +finger, and the name within was all that remained to assure +them that this was she whom they sought—the hapless girl +whose bright life had been blasted by a brother's sin, and whose +name had been covered with ignominy and shame for sixteen +years.</p> + +<p>They placed the precious remains in a coffin, and prepared to +give them Christian burial the next day.</p> + +<p>All night and all day it stood on trestles in Hugh Glenalvan's +sitting-room, with mourners at head and foot—the husband and +father, so tragically bereaved of their darling, sat there dumb +and tearless in their great affliction, and old Dinah stole in and +out, with the corner of her apron pressed to her streaming eyes, +her old black face convulsed with grief.</p> + +<p>Only a few days ago the daughter's coffin had stood there where +the mother's rested now.</p> + +<p>Both her nurslings were gone, and the faithful, old creature's +heart was almost broken.</p> + +<p>Throughout the night and day not a member of John Glenalvan's +family was visible. The curtains remained drawn at the +windows, the doors closed, there was no sign of life within the +house.</p> + +<p>The time came when poor little Golden's remains were to be +consigned to the kindly shelter of the grave.</p> + +<p>It was a beautiful evening about the first of March. The grass +was blue with violets, the birds twittered softly in the orange and +magnolia trees, the sun shone brightly as it slowly declined in +the western sky; Dinah had been in and deposited some beautiful +wreaths of flowers upon the bier.</p> + +<p>The friends who had loved the dead woman long ago had come +to know her mournful fate at last, and had sent these sweet testimonials +of their sympathy and grief.</p> + +<p>They were waiting in the graveyard to pay the last outward +tokens of respect to the lost one, but they would not venture to +the house to intrude on the privacy of the bereaved ones.</p> + +<p>So the gentle minister came and told them that they must bid +a last farewell to the loved one, and Bertram Chesleigh stood +ready to support the still feeble footsteps of Richard Leith with +his strong young arm.</p> + +<p>"Oh, my daughter, my daughter, how cruelly God has afflicted +me," moaned the bereaved father, laying his white head down +upon the coffin-lid, while the first heavy tears splashed down his +cheeks.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[Pg 134]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Do not arraign your Maker. Rather thank Him that your +child has at last been proven pure and innocent," said the minister, +to whom Golden's whole history was known.</p> + +<p>"Thank God," Bertram Chesleigh uttered fervently, then, with +a sigh that was almost a sob, he added: "Ah, if only my wife had +lived to see this day!"</p> + +<p>"She lives—she is here!" said a low, clear voice in the doorway.</p> + +<p>All looked around, startled. Two figures were entering the +room. Both were clothed in deep mourning.</p> + +<p>One was Gertrude Leith, pale and grave-looking, the other was +alight, and deeply veiled. She clung to Mrs. Leith's arm tremblingly. +They crossed the floor and stood by that long, dark, +solemn object that occupied the center of the room. Mrs. Leith +raised her companion's veil.</p> + +<p>All started and uttered a cry of incredulous surprise.</p> + +<p>Little Golden's daughter, pallid, beautiful, tearful, was standing +there, looking at them across her mother's coffin.</p> + +<p>"Thank God!" she said, in her sweet, clear voice, with a sound +of tears in its sweetness. "Thank God, my mother was pure +and innocent! The dream of my life-time is fulfilled at last."</p> + +<p>"Does the grave give up its dead?" they cried, and Bertram +Chesleigh went to her side and touched her white hand, half-fearfully.</p> + +<p>"My wife," he said.</p> + +<p>"Yes, your wife," she answered, lifting her violet eyes to his +face with such deep reproach in their tragic depths, that he was +awed into momentary silence.</p> + +<p>Then she turned from him, and went to her grandfather, who +was gazing at her with dazed eyes full of grief and dread. She +put her arms around his neck, and kissed his poor, withered +cheek with her sweet, quivering lips.</p> + +<p>"Grandpa, you must not take me for a ghost," she said. "It +is your own little Golden come back to live and love you again. +I was not dead, after all. Did I not tell you I could not die yet? +But I cannot tell you all the story of my rescue from the grave +now. Let us give all our thoughts to our martyred dead."</p> + +<p>She looked up and saw her father and old Dinah waiting to +greet her.</p> + +<p>It was a strange scene beside that flower-wreathed coffin.</p> + +<p>There was passionate joy over the living girl, and bitter sorrow +over the dead.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Leith had beckoned Bertram Chesleigh away. Behind +the heavy hangings of the bay-window she said to him, gently:</p> + +<p>"Do not press your wife yet, Mr. Chesleigh. Remember you +have wronged her deeply, and she does not yet know how you +have repented and atoned."</p> + +<p>"I can never atone," he said, heavily.</p> + +<p>"Perhaps she may think differently when she knows all," +said Mrs. Leith. "Women are very tender and forgiving, you +know."</p> + +<p>"If she never speaks to me again, I shall still rejoice that she<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[Pg 135]</a></span> +is living," he said, with a beam of gladness in his large, black +eyes.</p> + +<p>"Do you wonder how she was saved?" she inquired.</p> + +<p>"Yes."</p> + +<p>"I will tell you, then, briefly," she answered. "You remember +how you bribed the grave-digger to open her coffin for you +that night?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, and then I was too ill to keep my appointment," he answered.</p> + +<p>"That wild fancy of yours was the means of her rescue," said +Mrs. Leith. "When the man opened the coffin to be in readiness +for you, he discovered slight signs of life in Golden. Growing +alarmed and impatient at your tardiness, he sent his son to look +for you, and the youth encountered me. I went with him, and +we removed her to the man's little cottage near by. Little by +little we fed the signs of reviving life, and you see the result."</p> + +<p>"For which I bless and thank you forever," he said, kissing her +hand respectfully.</p> + +<p>"I have but little more to say," she went on, smiling a little +sadly, "and it is this: Golden is very weak and exhausted yet. +She is not strong enough to bear the excitement of her mother's +burial. I will remain here with her while they are bearing Mrs. +Leith to the grave, and I will tell her your whole story. She shall +hear how you came back here to seek her in two days after your +ill-considered desertion of her, and found her gone. I will tell +her how nobly you vindicated her honor beside her grave. She +shall know that you forced John Glenalvan to reveal the hidden +story of her mother's fate. When you come back I think she +cannot fail to forgive you."</p> + +<p>"You will do all this for me?" he said, with a strange moisture +in his eyes. "I cannot thank you sufficiently. You are an +angel."</p> + +<p>"No, only a very faulty and sad-hearted woman," she replied, +with a pensive sigh, and then they went back to the mourners.</p> + +<p>She kept her promise nobly. While they bore the poor remains +of Richard Leith's first wife to the grave, his second wife sat with +his daughter and tried to turn the swelling current of her grief +by relating the story of Bertram Chesleigh's repentance and +atonement.</p> + +<p>"Golden, if you could have heard his noble vindication of your +honor beside your grave; how proudly he claimed you for his +wife, and your child for his own, you could not fail to pity and +forgive him for the one great error into which he was led by his +own pride and John Glenalvan's evil counsel."</p> + +<p>"I have suffered so much through his fault," said the wronged +wife, with mournful pathos.</p> + +<p>"Yes, dear, but you must show your own nobility of soul now," +said the step-mother, gently. "You must remember:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"'To err is human,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To forgive divine.'"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>The beautiful, pale face grew very grave and troubled.</p> + +<p>"If only I could forget his cruelty," she said. "Ah, my friend,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[Pg 136]</a></span> +I was hurt so cruelly by that letter he sent me! I trusted him so +fully. I believed in his truth as I believed in my God. I was almost +maddened by the suddenness of my sorrow. Every word is branded +upon my memory. See! I can repeat every sentence:</p> + +<p>"'Though it almost kills me to forsake you, Golden, I must go +away. The disgrace of your birth is so terrible that I can never +claim you for my wife. Pride and honor alike forbid it. You +must see for yourself, poor child, that your terrible misfortune +has wholly set you apart from the world, and as you have sworn +to keep our private marriage a secret until I give you leave to +reveal it, I must beg you to hold the story unspoken in your +breast forever.'"</p> + +<p>She paused and looked at Mrs. Leith with a whole tragedy of +sorrow in her violet orbs.</p> + +<p>"Were they not cruel words to write to his own wife?" she +said pathetically. "But I obeyed him. Through all the shame +and sorrow that came afterward I kept my promise. Do you +think I did not suffer more than death in keeping it? When Mrs. +Desmond drove me out in such terrible disgrace do you think I +did not long to say to her: I am as good and pure as you are; I +am your brother's wife! And what did I not suffer when I knew +she was separated from her husband on my account? Then +when my own father disowned and despised me, how my heart +ached to answer, I am Bertram Chesleigh's own wife! Oh, Gertrude, +is it right and just that I should forgive him for all that I +have suffered and made others suffer for his sake?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, dear, because his repentance was so quick and his remorse +so deep," said the gentle monitor. "You must remember, +Golden, that if you had not gone away that night you would +have escaped all that suffering; your husband returned in twenty-four +hours to claim you, and John Glenalvan told him that you +had gone away with the deliberate intention of leading a sinful +life. Do you wonder that it threw him on a bed of sickness that +almost cost him his life? You must forgive him and love him +again, dear, because he is so penitent and devoted now."</p> + +<p>And when the mourners returned from that sad funeral, Mrs. +Leith sent him in to his wronged wife.</p> + +<p>He knelt down before the pale, golden-haired girl, and begged +her to forgive him, not that he deserved it, but because he loved +her so dearly.</p> + +<p>With the meek tenderness of woman, she forgave him and +there was peace between them.</p> + +<p>Several hours later he had led her out to old Hugh Glenalvan +who was dozing sadly in his easy-chair.</p> + +<p>"Mr. Glenalvan," he said, "you see my darling has risen from +the grave to forgive me. Will you keep the promise you made, +and forgive me too?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, grandpa, you must forgive him, for I love him dearly," +said little Golden.</p> + +<p>So the old man forgave him, and solemnly blessed them as they +knelt before him, one withered hand resting kindly on the dark, +bowed head, and the other on the golden one.</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[Pg 137]</a></span></p> + + + + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XLIX" id="CHAPTER_XLIX">CHAPTER XLIX.</a></h2> + + +<p>Gertrude Leith having done what she could for the happiness +of others, prepared to take her own departure.</p> + +<p>"You will not leave us, my dear, true friend, my second mother," +Golden exclaimed, as she came in veiled and bonneted, to bid +her good-bye.</p> + +<p>"Yes, dear, it will be better for a time, at least, that I should +go away. I shall return north and go back to those quiet quarters +in Brooklyn, where you and I spent those peaceful weeks before +we came south. When you come to New York with your +husband you will find me there."</p> + +<p>"I will certainly seek you out," Golden replied. "But surely +you do not intend to forsake my father. The doubt and perplexity +are all over now. You know that you are legally his wife, my +own mother being dead before he ever knew you."</p> + +<p>"Yes, I know, dear," she answered, gently. "Yet it is best I +should go away for a time. Your father must have time for his +grief. After awhile, if he desires it, I may return to him."</p> + +<p>Her words were too full of wisdom for anyone to gainsay them, +so she went away.</p> + +<p>Richard Leith's grief and remorse over his lost little Golden was +as deep and passionate as if she had died yesterday instead of more +than sixteen years ago.</p> + +<p>He was too sorrowful to remember the fair woman he had put +in the dead wife's place in the vain hope of stilling the fever +and pain that had ached ceaselessly at his heart for sixteen +years.</p> + +<p>The time came later on when the first wife's memory became a +sweet and chastened dream to him, and his second wife's new +loveliness of character won its place in his heart.</p> + +<p>Some years of quiet happiness and mutual love came to them +after they learned to know each other better, but there was no +year in which Richard Leith did not return south once, at least, +to spend a few solemn hours by the low grave under the whispering +cedars and broad-leaved magnolias, where the broken marble +shaft bore the fond inscription:</p> + +<p class="center medium">"IN LOVING MEMORY OF GOLDEN,</p> +<p class="center small">WIFE OF RICHARD LEITH."</p> + +<p>There was one other to whom that green grave became like a +shrine, a holy Mecca, to which his poor, faltering footsteps were +daily bent.</p> + +<p>It was old Hugh Glenalvan, whom old Dinah daily guided to +the sacred spot, where he would sit for hours, his gray locks fluttering +in the gentle breeze, meditating, or perhaps holding spirit +communion with the sainted dead.</p> + +<p>It was discovered on the day of Golden Leith's burial that John +Glenalvan and his whole family had secretly left the house the +night previous.</p> + +<p>A week later a letter came from the villain to Bertram Chesleigh, +offering to sell Glenalvan Hall on fair terms, and stating +that he should never live in the south again.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[Pg 138]</a></span></p> + +<p>A bargain was closed at once, and Bertram Chesleigh became +the possessor of the old hall, which was speedily repaired and remodeled +under the supervision of himself and his lovely young +wife.</p> + +<p>Before the work was completed a chance newspaper chronicled +the fact of a distressing railway accident and among the list of +killed appeared the name of John Glenalvan.</p> + +<p>Bertram and Golden destroyed the newspaper, and old Hugh +never knew that his wicked son had gone suddenly and without +preparation into the presence of his august Maker.</p> + +<p>The old man's life flowed on in sweet serenity. All his happiness +was centered in the living Golden, and beside the grave of +the dead one.</p> + +<p>While he lived, Golden and her husband made their home at +Glenalvan Hall, but after several years of quiet peace the white +soul of the noble old man took on the wings of immortality, and +soared to its Heavenly home through the open gates of the sunset.</p> + +<p>They made him a grave by his daughter's side, and when the +grass was growing green upon his grave they took old Dinah +with them and turned their faces northward.</p> + +<p>Black mammy had become reconciled to Mr. Chesleigh when +she saw how happy he made her little missie. Her kind and +wrinkled old visage reflected the radiant happiness that shone on +Golden's beautiful face.</p> + +<p>She waited on her kindly and devotedly as ever, declaring that +no starched-up French maid should ever take her place while she +lived, and Golden, with a shuddering remembrance of the wicked +Celine's treachery, always assured her "old mammy" that she +need never fear such an intruder on her privileges.</p> + +<p>The day came when one of the most beautiful and palatial +homes in New York opened wide its doors to receive Bertram +Chesleigh's fair wife as its honored mistress.</p> + +<p>Though Golden had seen some of the stately homes of New +York she was astonished at the luxury and magnificence of her +own.</p> + +<p>Mr. Chesleigh smiled indulgently at her pretty, childish delight +as he led her through suite after suite of the sumptuous, luxurious +apartments the day after their arrival.</p> + +<p>"I am glad you are so pleased with your new home," he said, +"but now, my darling, you must run away and let black mammy +dress you. I have invited a few guests to dinner."</p> + +<p>"Strangers?" she asked, with a shy pretty blush on the exquisite +face that was fresh and sweet as a rosebud with only that +pensive droop of the golden-brown lashes to hint at the sorrow +through which she had passed.</p> + +<p>"Not exactly,'" he replied with a smile. "Lawyer Leith and +his wife, Mr. and Mrs. Desmond, and little Ruby. I think you +will be glad to see her, though she must have tyrannized over +you dreadfully in the old days."</p> + +<p>"A dear little tyrant she was," laughed Mrs. Chesleigh. "I +shall be very pleased to see her again."</p> + +<p>She went to her dressing-room, and a loving remembrance of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[Pg 139]</a></span> +some things the child had said to her once, caused her to choose +a lovely dress of white and blue, with large, gleaming white pearls +for her neck and wrists, and knots of fragrance-breathing violets +fastened among her creamy laces.</p> + +<p>Bertram uttered a cry of delight when she came to him in the +drawing-room in the beautiful dress with the golden curls framing +the perfect face in a halo of light.</p> + +<p>She looked beyond him and saw her father and his wife gazing +at her with eyes full of love and wonder, and she sprang joyfully +to their embrace.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Leith released her after some low-murmured words of +love and praise, and she saw her husband's sister by her side.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Desmond had grown more brilliantly lovely than ever. +Happiness and contentment had lent new radiance to the lovely +face, but there was a wistful air, almost amounting to humility, +about her as she extended her jeweled hand, and said, sweetly:</p> + +<p>"My dear little sister, can you ever forgive me?"</p> + +<p>"Freely," she said, clasping the offered hand, and proffering +the kiss of peace.</p> + +<p>"And me, too—I am deeply repentant," said a low voice beside +Mrs. Desmond, and looking up, Golden saw Mr. Desmond, debonairly +handsome as ever, but so humble and ashamed that even a +harder heart than our little Golden's must have pardoned his +folly.</p> + +<p>Then Ruby took possession of her and gave her a bear-like hug.</p> + +<p>"Oh, you darling," she cried, "I have missed you so much, and +to think you were Uncle Bert's wife all the while. It is just like +one of mamma's novels that she is always reading. I warn you, +Uncle Bert, that I shall make you jealous, I shall stay with her +so much. And I do so want to see that dear old black mammy +I have heard about."</p> + +<p>Her childish curiosity was gratified, and the New York child, +after her first surprise, grew very fond of the good-natured, old +negress who had been Golden's nurse from babyhood up.</p> + +<p>"I do not have a nurse any more," she confided to Golden. +"They have hired a governess for me, and I like to study. It +improves my temper."</p> + +<p>"Which was never very bad," smiled Golden, kissing the pretty +little brunette.</p> + +<p>"When you go into society you will be surprised to meet Elinor +Glenalvan again," Mrs. Desmond said to her after awhile. "She +has picked up a rich, old man somewhere, and is Mrs. Langley +now. Six months ago she burst upon society in a blaze of glory, +and at present she is considered the handsomest woman in New +York. But her star will fade when you are introduced to the social +world."</p> + +<p>Soon afterward the two cousins met at a brilliant reception. +Both looked their best, Elinor in Ruby velvet and diamonds, +Golden in misty, white lace and pearls, Elinor just touched with +the tips of her fingers the arm of her decrepit old spouse, Golden +clung lovingly to her princely-looking and devoted husband. As +they passed each other Mrs. Langley cast one look of bitter hatred +and envy upon her fair, angelic-looking rival.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[Pg 140]</a></span></p> + +<p>It was as Mrs. Desmond had predicted. Elinor's star paled before +the superior loveliness of Golden, and in bitter anger and +chagrin, the eclipsed beauty retired from the field, and removed +to a distant city, where she was seen and heard of no more by +those who had formerly known her.</p> + +<p>Little Golden was glad when her enemy was gone, but she felt +no vanity over her brilliant social successes. Her chief joy +and pride was that she reigned queen over her husband's adoring +heart.</p> + + +<p> </p> +<hr class="chap" /> +<p> </p> + +<h2><a name="Transcribers_Notes" id="Transcribers_Notes">Transcriber's Note:</a></h2> + +<p>This story was originally serialized in the <i>Family Story Paper</i>, +where it ran from June 5, 1882 to September 4, 1882. This e-text is derived from +a later reprint as No. 218 in <i>The Favorite Library</i> published by The American +News Company. The reprint edition also included two filler short stories: +"A Mock Idyl" by Percy Ross and "Farewell" by W. H. Stacpoole. The filler stories +are not included here.</p> + +<p>A table of contents was added for the convenience of the reader.</p> + +<p>Some inconsistent punctuation was retained (e.g. "Life Time" vs. +"Life-Time" in title; "upturned" vs. "up-turned").</p> + +<p>Some inconsistently italicized text was retained (e.g. "rencontre").</p> + +<p>Some unusual spellings were retained (e.g. "exhult," "ballustrade").</p> + +<p>Accent marks to match original were omitted (e.g. "protege").</p> + +<p>Page 3, changed "herelf" to "herself."</p> + +<p>Page 4, changed "to hasty" to "too hasty."</p> + +<p>Page 6, added missing quote before "Oh, grandpa."</p> + +<p>Page 13, changed "strangly" to "strangely."</p> + +<p>Page 17, changed "recounter" to "rencontre."</p> + +<p>Page 22, changed "neverspeak" to "never speak."</p> + +<p>Page 24, changed "aughs" to "laughs."</p> + +<p>Page 27, added comma after "Oh, my darlin'."</p> + +<p>Page 29, changed "founding" to "foundling" and changed ? to ! after +"the girl is my niece."</p> + +<p>Page 31, changed "furthur intercouse" to "further intercourse."</p> + +<p>Page 37, changed "matin" to "mating."</p> + +<p>Page 38, added missing quote after "Jest wait one minute, darlin'."</p> + +<p>Page 42, changed "struggled" to "straggled."</p> + +<p>Page 48, changed "greatsest" to "greatest."</p> + +<p>Page 54, added missing quote before "He likes pretty faces."</p> + +<p>Page 55, changed "flirted" to "flitted."</p> + +<p>Page 56, changed "you hair" to "your hair."</p> + +<p>Page 60, changed "must not thing" to "must not think."</p> + +<p>Page 61, changed "significent" to "significant."</p> + +<p>Page 66, changed "thoughfully" to "thoughtfully."</p> + +<p>Page 75, removed extra "the" from "It is the the truth."</p> + +<p>Page 80, changed "Your know" to "You know" and "father as" to "father +has."</p> + +<p>Page 83, changed "distress" to "mistress."</p> + +<p>Page 84, changed ? to ! in "you are mistaken!"</p> + +<p>Page 85, added missing quote before "Go, and take."</p> + +<p>Page 87, changed "her her husband" to "her husband."</p> + +<p>Page 91, changed "idendity" to "identity," "Lieth" to "Leith," +"Bestram" to "Bertram," "maked" to "marked" and "cousse" to "course."</p> + +<p>Page 97, changed "cempetence" to "competence."</p> + +<p>Page 101, changed "gazedw onderingly" to "gazed wonderingly."</p> + +<p>Page 102, changed "perference" to "preference," "you wife" to "your wife," +and "guilty of his" to "guilty of this."</p> + +<p>Page 104, changed "delerious" to "delirious."</p> + +<p>Page 106, added missing open quote before "I wonder how."</p> + +<p>Page 107, changed "bess" to "bless."</p> + +<p>Page 110, changed "prostate" to "prostrate."</p> + +<p>Page 111, added missing quote before "I <i>know</i>."</p> + +<p>Page 112, changed "Lieth's" to "Leith's," "Lieth" to "Leith" +and "idict" to "indict."</p> + +<p>Page 113, changed "as last" to "at last."</p> + +<p>Page 116, adding missing comma after "for God's sake" and +changed "unable so bear" to "unable to bear."</p> + +<p>Page 117, added missing quote after "seen her even once."</p> + +<p>Page 118, changed "requim" to "requiem."</p> + +<p>Page 120, added missing quote after "absent for several days."</p> + +<p>Page 124, changed "Lieth" and "Keith" to "Leith."</p> + +<p>Page 127, changed "queit" to "quiet."</p> + +<p>Page 128, changed "No?" to "No!"</p> + +<p>Page 129, changed "belive" to "believe."</p> + +<p>Page 130, changed "hated" to "hatred."</p> + +<p>Page 139, changed "uncle Bert" to "Uncle Bert."</p> + +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<div>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 44803 ***</div> +</body> +</html> diff --git a/44803-h/images/cover.jpg b/44803-h/images/cover.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..4badb33 --- /dev/null +++ b/44803-h/images/cover.jpg diff --git a/44803-h/images/coverlarge.jpg b/44803-h/images/coverlarge.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..a2f3f39 --- /dev/null +++ b/44803-h/images/coverlarge.jpg |
