Part 5 (1/2)

He looks at it doubtfully, but does not take it from her extended hand.

”You are sure it is best?” hesitatingly. ”You wish it?”

”I wish it,” with a touch of her natural imperiousness; ”I believe it is best.”

Silently he takes the letter from her hand, silently reads the lines upon the envelope, while she thinks how sensible he is not to have uttered some stereotyped phrase, expressive of his sense of the high honor she does him by giving him so much of her confidence.

Still in silence, he opens and reads the letter, then lays it down and thinks.

At last she grows impatient. ”Well,” she exclaims, ”are you, too, stricken with something nameless?”

He leans toward her, his arm resting upon the table between them, his eyes fixed gravely upon her face,

”Miss Wardour, does your faith in your friend justify you in complying with her wishes?”

”Most a.s.suredly,” with a look of surprise.

”In spite of to-day's events?”

”In spite of _any thing_!”

He draws a long, sighing breath. ”Oh,” he says, softly, ”it would be worth something to possess _your_ friends.h.i.+p. Now,--do you really wish for my advice?”

”Have I not asked for it, or, rather, demanded it, like a true highwayman?”

”Then here is your case: You have a friend; you trust her fully; nothing can shake your faith in her. Suddenly, she does a thing, shocking, incomprehensible, and, in doing it, asks you not to question, for she can not explain; asks you to think of her kindly; to trust her still.

Here is a test for your friends.h.i.+p. Others may pry, drag her name about, torture her with their curiosity; she has appealed to you. Respect her secret. Let her bury it if she will, and can; you can not help her. If she has become that bad man's wife, she is past human help. Undoubtedly there is a mystery here; undoubtedly she has acted under the control of some power outside herself; but she has taken the step, and--it is _done_!”

She draws a long, sighing breath. ”You are right,” she says, wearily, ”your wisdom is simple, but it _is_ wisdom, and I thank you for it; but, oh! if they could have been intercepted. If I could have known--have guessed.”

He smiles oddly. ”You do not consider,” he says, ”how cunningly their plans were laid; doubtless they have been waiting some such opportunity.

At twelve o'clock, Mr. Lamotte and wife started for the city.”

”In my service, alas!”

”At one, Frank Lamotte mounted his horse and rode eastward.”

”Alas! also to serve me.”

”At two o'clock, the coast was clear, and the flight commenced. When it became known, search was made for Evan, as the only member of the family within reach of a warning voice. They found him in a beer saloon, in a state of beastly intoxication.”

”Oh!”

”Of course he was surrounded by a crowd, eager to see and to hear how he would receive the news; and the work of sobering him up was at once commenced. It took a long time to make him comprehend their meaning, but after a while the name of his sister, coupled with that of John Burrill, brought him staggering to his feet, and a few moments later, a plain statement of the facts, hurled bluntly at him by one of the loungers, sobered him completely. In an instant he had laid his informant sprawling in the saloon sawdust. He declared it a calumny, as you did, and declared war upon the lot of them. Soon kinder hands rescued him from these tormentors, and men he could not doubt convinced him of the truth of the unhappy affair. And then, any who saw would have pitied him. The boy is wild and bad, but he has a heart, and he loves his sister. Poor fellow! he is not all bad.”

”Poor Evan!”

”He telegraphed at once to his father, and then set out for Mapleton, looking like the ghost of himself, but carrying a freshly filled flask.”