Part 39 (2/2)

”So do I. When I die it will be where you placed it; but in the coffin human covenants end, and I will order it sent to you by those who lay me in the grave. My ring is the badge of my loyalty--not yours. You are as free as you wish to be, but when I meet my G.o.d He will know I kept my marriage vows--always.”

”And the supreme vow was to love me!”

From the fury in his eyes she did not flinch.

”Yes, I intended to keep all. I thought I might learn to love you; and that you would be patient with me. I wanted to love you, and, as G.o.d hears me, I meant to spend my life trying to love you.”

Unable to restrain words he was unwilling to utter, he sprang up and took refuge on the front platform.

A prolonged whistle of the engine announced the next stop, and the baby awoke with a startled cry, just as his father entered, followed by the nurse, a middle-aged woman who looked too ill to stand. Eglah rose and laid the child in her arms.

”Madam, I am deeply grateful for your courtesy and goodness. I intended handing my card to your husband. Permit me to lay it on his chair.”

”I was glad to have your pretty boy. It was a welcome incident in a very dreary day. Good morning, sir.”

Mr. Herriott did not return until the second call for luncheon sounded through the train. He took her hat from the bra.s.s hook and held it toward her.

”I dare say you are sufficiently weary to welcome luncheon.”

”Thank you, but I want absolutely nothing. I hope you will go without me.”

He went out, but not to the dining car.

An hour later, when he came back, she had crossed the aisle to a vacant chair, raised the window, and, with an arm on the broad sill, rested her head there. She did not notice his entrance, and resuming his seat he opened a magazine.

Above the line of bra.s.s lattice that held packages, hats, and umbrellas ran a panel of mirrors, and in the section over his head was reflected the face and figure directly opposite. For the next hour he held the magazine open, but his eyes never left the mirror. Twice she looked at her watch without raising her head, and from the tense, strained fixedness of her features he knew she was nerving herself for the ordeal at Woodbury; the final effort in her father's behalf, which he felt a.s.sured would prove futile. Conflicting emotions shook him, but nothing availed to abate the rage of his disappointment.

The train slowed at the entrance to a large town, and as the station platform filled with curious faces peering into the car windows, Eglah went back to her own seat.

A moment later the door was thrown open, and a boy wearing the uniform of the telegraph company shouted:

”Is Mr. Noel Herriott aboard? Message for Mr. Noel Herriott!”

”I am Mr. Herriott.”

He went forward, signed his name in the receipt-book, and opened the envelope. He stood with his back to Eglah, and remained so motionless that she was seized by an apprehension some evil had overtaken her father. Just as she rose he turned and approached her.

”Has anything happened to father?

”This is not from the South. It does not refer to him. We may have to stop here. Keep your seat till I ascertain positively.”

Very soon he returned, followed by a porter, who promptly collected satchels and magazines.

”I find I must wait here until two o'clock in the morning.”

”Why delay reaching Woodbury? I beg of you let us hasten on.”

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