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"No doubt," continued our host smiling bitterly, "that at least has
evaded the knowledge even of the detectives." Then with a return to
his naturally courteous manner, "She was never acknowledged by me as
my wife, nor have we ever lived together, but if priestly benediction
can make a man and woman one, that woman as you see her there is my
lawful wife."
Rising, he softly turned the lovely, potent face back to the wall,
leaving us once more confronted by the dark and glowing countenance
of his cousin.
"I am not called upon," said he, "to go any further with you than
this. I have told you what no man till this hour has ever heard from
my lips, and it should serve to exonerate me from any unjust
suspicions you may have entertained. But to one of my temperament,
secret scandal and the gossip it engenders is only less painful than
open notoriety. If I leave the subject here, a thousand conjectures
will at once seize upon you, and my name if not hers will become,
before I know it, the football of gossip if not of worse and deeper
suspicion than has yet assailed me. Gentleman I take you to be honest
men; husbands, perhaps, and fathers; proud, too, in your way and
jealous of your own reputation and that of those with whom you are
connected. If I succeed in convincing you that my movements of late
have been totally disconnected with the girl whose cause you profess
solely to be interested in, may I count upon your silence as regards
those actions and the real motive that led to them?"
"You may count upon my discretion as regards all matters that do not
come under the scope of police duty," returned Mr. Gryce. "I haven't
much time for gossip."
"And your man here?"
"O, he's safe where it profits him to be."
"Very well, then, I shall count upon you."
And with the knitted brows and clinched hands of a proudly reticent
man who, perhaps for the first time in his life finds himself forced
to reveal his inner nature to the world, he began his story in these
words:
"Difficult as it is for me to introduce into a relation like this the
name of my father, I shall be obliged to do so in order to make my
conduct at a momentous crisis of my life intelligible to you. My
father, then, was a man of strong will and a few but determined
prejudices. Resolved that I should sustain the reputation of the
family for wealth and respectability, he gave me to understand from my
earliest years, that as long as I preserved my manhood from reproach,
I had only to make my wishes known, to have them immediately
gratified; while if I crossed his will either by indulging in
dissipation or engaging in pursuits unworthy of my name, I no longer
need expect the favor of his countenance or the assistance of his
purse.
"When, therefore, at a certain period of my life, I found that the
charms of my cousin Evelyn were making rather too strong an
impression upon my fancy for a secured peace of mind, I first inquired
how such a union would affect my father, and learning that it would
be in direct opposition to his views, cast about in my mind what I
should do to overcome my passion. Travel suggested itself, and I took
a trip to Europe. But the sight of new faces only awakened in me
comparisons anything but detrimental to the beauty of her who was at
that time my standard of feminine loveliness. Nature and the sports
connected with a wild life were my next resort. I went overland to
California, roamed the orange groves of Florida, and probed the
wildernesses of Canada and our Northern states. It was during these
last excursions that an event occurred which has exercised the most
material influence upon my fate, though at the time it seemed to me
no more than the matter of a day.
"I had just returned from Canada and was resting in tolerable
enjoyment of a very beautiful autumn at Lake George, when a letter
reached me from a friend then loitering in the vicinity, urging me to
join him in a certain small town in Vermont where trout streams
abounded and what is not so often the case under the circumstances,
fishers were few.
"Being in a somewhat reckless mood I at once wrote a consent, and
before another day was over, started for the remote village whence
his letter was postmarked. I found it by no means easy of access.
Situated in the midst of hills some twenty miles or so distant from
any railroad, I discovered that in order to reach it, a long ride in
a stage-coach was necessary, followed by a somewhat shorter journey on
horseback. Not being acquainted with the route, I timed my
connections wrong, so that when evening came I found myself riding
over a strange road in the darkest night I had ever known. As if this
was not enough, my horse suddenly began to limp and presently became
so lame I found it impossible to urge her beyond a slow walk. It was
therefore with no ordinary satisfaction that I presently beheld a
lighted building in the distance, which as I approached resolved
itself into an inn. Stopping in front of the house, which was closed
against the chill night air, I called out lustily for someone to take
my horse, whereupon the door opened and a man appeared on the
threshold with a lantern in his hand. I at once made my wishes known,
receiving in turn a somewhat gruff,
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