LITMIR.BIZ

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come, my darling,” he murmured; “don’t look back, look forward. In an hour or two you will be home.”

      “Do you think I am afraid?” she asked, and her voice trembled, but not with fear. “No, I am looking back. Oh, Stephen, do you remember when we met first?”

      “Yes, yes,” said Stephen, soothingly, and with an anxious, sidelong look about – to be seen promenading the high road with a young woman on his arm on the night of his uncle’s death would be the ruin of his carefully built-up reputation. “Yes, yes,” he murmured. “Shall I ever forget? How fortunate you lost your way, Laura, and that you should have come up to me to ask it, and that I should have been going in that direction. And yet the thoughtless speak of chance!”

      And he cast up his eyes with unctuous solemnity, though there was no one in the dark road to be impressed by it.

      “Chance,” said the girl, sadly – “an evil or a good chance for me – which? Stephen, I sometimes wish that we had never met – that I had not crossed your path, and so have left the old life, with its dull, quiet and sober grayness; but the die was cast that afternoon. I went back to the quiet home, to the old man who had been my father, mother and all to me, and life was changed.”

      “Your grandfather has no suspicion?”

      “No, he trusts me entirely. If he asks a question when I go to meet you, he is satisfied when I tell him that I am going to a neighbor. Stephen, if I had had a mother, do you think I should have deceived her also?”

      “Deceived? Deceived is too harsh a word, my dear Laura. We have been obliged, for various reasons, to use some reserve – let us say candidly, to conceal our engagement. You have not mentioned my name to anyone?” he broke off.

      “To no one,” she answered.

      “Such concealment was necessary. My uncle was a man of rough and hasty temper, ill-judging and merciless.”

      “But,” she said, with a sudden eagerness, and a slight shudder, “he – he is dead now, Stephen. There is no need for further concealment.”

      “Softly, softly, dear Laura. We must be patient – must keep our little secret a little while longer. I can trust my darling to confide in me – yes, yes, I know that – ”

      “Stephen, to-night for the first time – why, I know not – I have doubted – no, not doubted, for I have fought hard against the suspicion that I was wrong to trust you.”

      “My dearest!” he murmured reproachfully.

      “You were wrong to leave me for so long without a word – you put my love to too severe a test. I – I cannot say whether it has stood it or not. To-night I am full of doubt. Stephen – look at me!”

      He turned his face and looked down. He had not far to look, for she was tall, and in the moment of excitement had drawn herself to her full height. The moon, sailing from amongst the clouds, shone on her upturned face; her lips were set, and the dark eyes gleamed from the white face.

      “Look at me, Stephen. If – I say if – there is the faintest idea of treachery lurking in your mind – ”

      “My dearest – ”

      “Cast it out! Here, to-night, I warn you to cast it out! Such love as mine is like a two-edged sword, it cuts both ways, for love – or hate! Stephen, I have loved, I have trusted you – for mine, for your own sake, be true to me!”

      He was more impressed than alarmed. This side of her character had been presented to him to-night for the first time. Hitherto the beautiful girl had been all smiles and humble devotion. Was she bewitched, or had he been mistaken in her. Perhaps it was the moon, but suddenly his face looked paler than ever, and the white eyelids drooped until they hid the shifting eyes, as he put his arm around her.

      “My dearest! What can you mean? Deceive you! Treachery! Can you deem me —me– capable of such things. My dearest, you are overtired! And your jacket has become unbuttoned. Listen, that is the railway bell. Laura, you will not leave me with such words on your lips?”

      “Forgive me, Stephen.”

      “I have done so already, dearest, and now we must part! It is very hard – but – I cannot even go with you to the platform. Someone might see us. It is for your sake, darling.”

      “Yes, yes, I know,” she said, with a sigh. “Good-bye – you will write or come to me – when?”

      “Soon, in a day or two,” he said. “Do not be impatient. There is much to be done; my poor uncle’s funeral, you know. Good-bye. See! I will stay here and watch the train off. Good-bye, dear, dear Laura!”

      She put her arm round him and returned his kiss, and glided away, but at the turn of the road leading to the station she turned and, holding up her hand, sent a word back to him.

      It was:

      “Remember!”

      Stephen waited until the train puffed out of the station, and not until it had flashed some distance did the set smile leave his face.

      Then, with a rather puzzled and uneasy expression, he turned and walked swiftly back to the house.

      His brain was in a whirl, the sudden appearance of the young girl coming on the top of the other causes of excitement bewildered him, and he felt that he had need of all his accustomed coolness. The sudden peril and danger of this accursed will demanded all his attention, and yet the thought of the girl would force itself upon him. He had met her, as she had said, in the streets, and had commenced an acquaintance which had resulted in an engagement. Alone and unprotected, save for an old grandfather, and innocent of the world, Laura Treherne had been, as it were, fascinated by the smooth, soft-spoken Stephen, from whose ready tongue vows of love and devotion rolled as easily as the scales from a serpent in spring-time. And he, for his part, was smitten by the dark eyes and quick, impulsive way of the warm-hearted girl.

      But there had come upon him of late a suspicion that in binding himself to marry her he had committed a false step; to-night the suspicion grew into something like certainty.

      To tell the truth, she had almost frightened him. Hitherto the dark eyes had ever turned on his with softened gaze of love and admiration; to-night, for the first time, the hot, passionate nature had revealed itself.

      The deep-toned “Remember!” which came floating down the lane as she disappeared rang unpleasantly in his ears. Had he been a true-hearted man the girl’s spirit would have made her more precious in his eyes; but, coward-like, he felt that hers was a stronger nature than his, and he began to fear.

      “Yes,” he muttered, as he unlocked the library window, and sank into a chair. “It was a weak stroke, a weak stroke! But I can’t think of what is to be done now, not now!”

      No, for to-night all his attention must be concentrated on the will.

      Wiping the perspiration from his brow, he lit another candle. This time nothing should prevent him from destroying the accursed thing which stood between him and wealth; he would burn it at once – at once. With feverish eagerness he thrust his hand in his coat, then staggered and fell back white as death.

      The pocket was empty. The will was not there.

      “I – I am a fool!” he muttered, with a smile. “I put it in the other coat,” and he snatched up the overcoat, but a glance, a touch showed him that it was not there either.

      Wildly, madly he searched each pocket in vain, went on his knees and felt, as if he could not trust his sight alone, every inch of the carpet; turned up the hearth-rug, almost tore up the carpet itself, shook the curtains, and still hunted and searched long after the conviction had forced itself upon his mind that in no part of the room could the thing be hidden.

      Then he paused, pressing his hand to his brow and biting his livid lips. Let him think – think – think! Where could it be? He had not dropped it on the stairs or in any other part of the house, for he remembered, he could swear, that he had felt the thing as he stood in the study buttoning up his overcoat. If not in the house, where then?

      Throwing

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