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"Then, sir" She hesitated. Her
eyes were fastened on a spot in the
rug. He waited, feeling' his. heart beat
ing, and wondering whj. A moment*
and she added: "It shall be done."
"Madam-~" "Don't speak to me, please," she said,
lifting her hand without raising her
eves. "I am only a woman, and there
are reasons why this touehes me deep
er than I ish. I know of one who will
serve our purpose perfectly. You can
trust her. She will neither fail nor de
ceive you: but I know that there is a
condition she will require. Give me
your promise tha/t you will accept it,
and I will send her to 3 ou."
"What is it?" Stanton asked.
"I cannot rightly put it for her. She
will have to tell you for herself after
she has performed her part."
"But suppose it were something
"I will be responsible that vou can
easih ptiform it, without embarrass
ment, and that it shall in no way touch
join piide, }our name, jour home, or
"That is moie than I ask madam.
However, I agree to accept the condi
tion, and will see to it, also, that my
obligations are properlj met."
"Never mind just write down what
jou will need to know. Her name is
Esther Thorndike. She was never mar
ried. She was born of honest American
parents in Albecco, Col., December 1,
1867. Her good name is without a blem
ish. She -will meet you at the main, en
trance to this building at nine o'clock
to-night. You can trust lier."
How much later Stanton never knew,
he started like one waking from a
He knew that she was gone. He haa
seen her go She left the room by the
private door opening on the corridor
yet he read again the paper lying on his
desk to convince himself that it was not
all a dream.
"Esther Thorndike," he repeated.
"Squint-eyed, one-legged, hunchbacked
something of the sort, I suppose but
what does it matter? It's arather good
idea. She was a remarkable woman.
The most remarkable woman I ever
met. She must have come for this Es
ther Thorndike at the start. If I hadn't
been a fool I should have known that
she ne\er came on such an errand for
He looked at his watch with an ex^
clamation of surprise, caught up his
hat and coat and hurried toward the
door, bethought him of a word to his
office-bov, turned quicklj and opened
the other door, then started back with
a veritable gasp, and s+ood shaking.
The boj had tilted his chair against
the door, the better to piotect the en
trance to his master's sanctum while
waiting for the sound of the bell. The
sudden opening of the door sent him
headlong into the private office.
Stanton did not notice it, but in
speechless, nerveless consternation
stood looking across the room, where,
against the wall, in the order of their
coming, the boy had arranged a dozen
They were voung and old, white and
there was one black one among them.
At the head of the line stood a be
dizened duchess from back of Green
street. She was a scarred and brazen
veteran \t the other end stood ajoung
girl, her eves on the floor and her
cheeks flushed with shame as she
clouched awa\ from the rest.
"Good mom'in', Mr. Malcolm," said
the duchess, stepping forward. "You've
got a good ho to pick from, and
you'd best be about it, for her that's
to be merrtd the day orter be gettin'
her togs on Q."
"Ladles" Stanton gasped, and then
he stopped to shudder.
He would have begun in almost any
other wav, but he remembered that
they were all there upon his invita
there as his guests there to con tion, suit with him about becoming his wife.
He was too recently under the philos
ophy of his first caller not to appreciate
"Ladies," he said again, "vou must ex
cuse me. have already made my se
lection." And in the simple instinct of
self-preservation he pushed the door to
and locked it, for the duchess, with
clinched fists and purple face, was ap
proaching him. Having locked the
door, he turned and fled.
Going down in the elevator, he over
heard a whispered conversation be
tween the operator and a neighbor's
"Dat's him. Dat's de Malcolm. Catch
on? I shovv'd yer de ad."
"Come off. His'n name's Stanton.
He's some. Whatcher givin' us
"S'pose he a jay, ter hook his own
name to a gaj like dat? He's him all
de same, an' clon'tcher furgit. Oh,
but de gang o' doves I've took up!"
Stanton left the elevator almost on a
run, and pushed into the crowd, but the
boy seemed still following him. He was
sure his eyes were fixed on him. He
knew his feet were close behind him.
He almost thought that he could hear
him saying to everyone he met: "Dat's
him. Dat's de Malcolm. Catch on?"
Till now Raymond had not entered
into his calculations. Suddenly, while
pushing his way through the crowd, it
occurred to him as a most reasonable
thing that he might have discovered hi*
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error and be on the alert.
"If he should 'catch on,' he could eas
ily stop the best plans. I could lay, till
after 13 o'clock, at least," he muttered
and, with that thought connecting the
two, the phantom boy behind him sud
denly became a spy of Raymond's, fol
lowing him to the registrar's. He
changed his plans, hurried to Jersey
City, and even took the precaution to
engage the services of an obscure cler
gyman whose name he chanced to
"Fool," he muttered, on the way
back. "He'd think of Jersey City as
He pushed the door to.
quickly as I did. I'll throw him off the
To do this he made the record in
New York, and, the idea still progress
ing, continued the plan by securing
a permit from the Brooklyn office, and
then began the arduous task of waiting
till eight o'clock.
For man who has never had the
leisure to appreciate the uses of a social
club, absolute inaction, on the verjr
verge of intense action, is intolerable
torment. Thinking of anything was
utterly out of the question. He did
not dare to return to his office. He was
afraid of the elevator bo\. The sun
was never so procrastinating. He
dined slowly and mechanically at the
city club, and still it was not time
ordered a carriage and drove to the
main entrance of the office building.
Still there was time but there might
not be later, and, to avoid unnecessary
delay or conversation at the last mo
ment, he carefullv instructed the driver
that when he returned and entered
the carriage he was to start at once,
without a word, and drive as rapidly as
possible to the ferrj.
"When we reach the other side I
will tell you further where to go," he
said, and turned away and still there
was time to kill.
The driver laid the instructions away
in the vacant corner of his brain where
he stored such things, and forthwith
went to sleep.
Stanton shrank into the darkest
corner of the gloomy entrance and
went on waiting.
The shrinking was only a matter of
instinct. His course and his chances
had appeared more and more doubtful
with each half hour. There's nothing
like immoderate waiting to make a
coward of a man and, besides, it began
to appear quite possible that if John
Olmstead could speak he would say:
"Let the other one have it, Robert,
rather than try to save it in such a
wav a this."
For the hundredth time he tried to
fashion Esther Thorndikethe poor
deformed creature who was to throw
herself away just to serve his
"Confound it, it's a shame," he mut
tered. "I've been a blind, selfish brute.
I'll tell her so, when she comes, and
send her away again. It must be eight
o'clock. Ha! there's the clock strik
ing, at last. She's late. Women are not
to be trusted, anyway. I"
A messenger boy touched his arm,
repeating the name "Malcolm?" in a
questioning way, and holding out an
With a shrug of his shoulders the
young lavvysr took it and turned it
slowly over in his hands. There was no
doubt about whom it came from or that
she was not coming herself. He forgot
that a moment before he had been
earnestly planning to set her free at
once, and, muttering a fragment of the
lines containing "Women and the fools
who have faith in them," he actually
put the envelope in his pocket, un
opened, and was turning away, when
the boy asked him for the answer.
"Answer?" he remarked, looking
down in surprise. Then he slowly drew
the letter from his pocket again, and,
retreating farther into the shadow,
opened it, lighted a match, and read:
"Mr. Raymond is in a carriage round
the first corner. He was following
yours when you came. His driver sits
where he can see it. If I shall come at
once, send me word by the bearer. If
not, I will wait where I am till he is
away. E. T."
Ira^i^ vm&iwiwst jfodotfj
With a low whistle Stanton returned
to the messenger and asked: "Do you
want to take a ride?" The boy,grinned,
and he continued^ "Here's a dpljar
for your time. Get into that carriage
as quick as you can and slam the door
after you, but don't speak to the driver.
When he stops on the ferry and asks
you where to go next, tejl him to drive
back to the stables and that I will
pay him in the morning. See?"
The boy saw, for he was in the car
riage in no time. The dor closed with
a bang that thoroughly woke the
driver, whose educated brain caught up
the thread precisely where he had
dropped it. Before his eyes were well
open, the blankets were off the horses,
the whip had cracked over them, and
they had started most satisfactorily.
Stanton watched them from the
shadows. A moment later the tips of
his teeth appeared under his mustache
as a carriage came from the side street
and followed his own with the messen
"Dat's him," he muttered, and was
still looking after the lost interest,
when another hand touched his arm,
antl another voice, softer than the mes
It was a time of swift vicissitudes
for one guided by instinct. In the first
quiet thoughts of his waiting he had
honestly determined to give up the
plan for the sake of her who was to be
the sacrifice. A moment later he was
turning away, disgusted that he had
ever thought of trusting her. It took
but a touch of opposition, in the shape
of Raymond round the corner, to de
termine him to carry out the plan at all
hazards. Now the determination van
ished iu an instant, whether because
the sacrifice stood before him or be
cause the wajr
was clear of opposition,
and he leplied:
"I was this morning, but 1 am
ashamed of it. My name is Stanton
"Mine is Esther Thorndike. My
friend explained to me what is required,
and I am ready to act for you."
The young lawyer hardly realized
what she was saying. He was looking
for the deformity. It required but a
moment to decide that at least it was
not in her body. Whatever was wrong
was surely under the veil. He could
not even see the outline of the face.
She stood as if waiting for a reply,
but he was not aware that she had
asked a question. He tried to recall
what she had said, and then took refuge
in expressing his compunction.
"I've begun to realize that my plan
was a very cold-blooded and selfish
idea, and I've grown heartily ashamed
of it," he said.
"A plain business bargain is hardly
open to sentiment," she repUed, quick
Jv. "I am quite readv, and if you are
we had better start."
"Yes, but my carriage. It has just
gone with jour messenger-boy to Jer
sey City." He paused as his ear caught
a low laugh tinkling under the veil. It
was contagious. He was smiling, too,
as he continued: "Shall we have an
other carriage and go on, risking a
It seems coward^ to run
fiom anyone, but there are manj de
testable things which we might do that
would delav us till after midnight, in
spite of anything Imt common law,
which would be to degenerate alto
gether. I hate to run the other way,
but perhaps it would be wiser, to-night,
to go to Brooklyn instead. Does it
matter to \ou?"
"Dr Atwood is my pastor, and I
would lather not go to him. But to
anv one else. Yes. I think it would be
better to go to Brooklyn," she said.
"Rev. Dr. Borden was a witness to
the will. It might save publicity, a
legal way, afterwards, to have him also
perform the ceremony."
It occurred to Stanton that this was
really a remarkable idea, and he was
wondering that it had not occurred to
him before, as the lady replied
"I know just where he lives, and per
haps it would be better that we should
not go together. I will be there as soon
She had hardlv ceased speaking when
she literally disappeared. Stanton
looked after her for a moment, and the
tips of his teeth appeared as he mut
"She'll be there some time before me
at that rate. To say the least, she's not
a cripple." Then he followed her.
On the way conflicting sentiments
so thoroughly disturbed his first im
pressions of that new idea that b\ the
time he arrived at Dr. Borden's he
heartily wished himself anywhere else
in the world, and it appeared the most
fortunate thing that the good lawyer
was attending a conference in lower
New York and could not return before
The ladj talked incessantly, upon
subjects which had always interested
him, and more than once Stanton
found, to his astonishment, that he
was laughing heartily at her wit and
joining eagerly in arguments, fre
quently with the conviction that be
came out of them overmatched. He
wondered that he was not bored,' and
sr.id to himself that it were not for
the business ahead of him he should
count it one of the pleasantest even
ings of his life. Sometimes it occurred
to him that he would Have been fortun
ate if he had made the bargain for a
real wife, instead only how could he
have known in advance? Yet under
neath it all his other mind was enter
taining conflicting sentiments about
the advisability of securing the services
of Judge Russell, after all. There were
certain social complications which
might result, later on, which would not
threaten if Dr. Borden performed the
ceremony. Besides twelve o'clock was
creeping dangerously near, and at last
he suggested that they go back to Dr.
In all his life he had never been of so
many minds but the lady concurred
with esich as though it were the wisest
possible suggestion, and they returned.
Sober thought would have helped him.
but. ideas came 1 the abstract and in
utter confusion, piling one on another.
If, Dr. Borden had returned, doubtless
Stanton's first impulse would have
been to turn and run. But Dr. Borden
bad not returned. It roused in him
simply a determination to find him be
fore it was too late.
Absolutely nothing occurred to him
but to go at once to New York and
hunt him up.
They went by the ferry, as nearer
their destination and less conspicuous,
and a curiously safe feeling crept into
Stanton's heart as he walked by Es
ther Thorndike. He only realized it, just
as he had realized that she entertained
him at Judge Russell's. He had no
time for more than that among the
crowding of conflicting sentiments con
cerning the business in hand, but he re
membered the impression afterwards,
and better appreciated it.
Amongthe thoughts that came to him
was one picturing his condition at that
moment had it not been for his first
callerhad he been forced, for in
stance, to select the bedizened duchess
for his bride, or the runaway school
His heart went out in an unaccount
able fashion to Esther Thorndike. He
wanted to grasp her hand and thank
her for saving him from that. He did
not venture quite so far but he spoke
to her that he might at least hear her
voice in reply. It was like water to the
thirstj He wondered what it could
be that was wrong with the hidden
face. He was sorry for her -verj' sorry
and he resolved that as soon as this busi
ness was settled he would show her his
gratitude and appreciation in a very
substantial way. Indeed, he had
reached a point where he was almost
ready to declare that she should not
sink into oblivion at all, when the boat
touched the New York side, and she
proposed remaining in the ferry wait
ing-room, that she might be near at
hand when he wished her without ham
pering his search.
An hour later he came hurrying
down the walk alone, his face express
ive of failure.
Esther Thorndike was waiting at the
gate. He knew her in an instant, but
before he could speak she laid her hand
on his arm, saying:
"Hurry. He just passed me. He is
on this boat."
Again a strange feeling crept over
him, which he remembered afterwards.
As the wheels started, Esther Thorn
dike entered the ladies' cabin, and on
the other side Stanton greeted the cler
gyman with the question:
"Do vou remember mj uncle's last
words, Dr. Borden?"
Early in the morning the good doctor
had heard that the property was taken
from his voung friend and parishioner.
It fell like a heavy weight upon his
heart, and all day long his mind had
been upon the death-scene, with the
dying words its salient feature. In
stantly he repeated them: "Twelve
o'clock, and all is well." "But, Robert,'
he said, anxiously, "what does this
mean that I hear about the property
"A. mistake," Stanton replied hur
riedly. "It is for me to correct if I
can, and 1 can do it with vour help. I
did not like the way the property was
left, and did not care to redeem it.
Only last night I learned the reasons
for my uncle's wish that I should keep
it, and I resolved to do so if I could. I
cannot explain it better now, but I will
satisfy you fully later. The seizure of
the estate was made acording to the
death certificate, which was dated De
cember 5 but the physician has ac
knowledged that he was wrong, and, as
you know from those last words my
uncle did not die unti 1 after 12 o'clock.
It was upon the 6th. If I am married
before midnight to-night, I shall carry
out m\ uncle's wishes."
"But the wife, Robert?" the good
doctor said, lowering his head to look
over the top of his glasses, as was his
wont in moments of emergency.
"She is waiting in the ladies' cabin.
We have, been searching for you all the
evening," Stanton replied.
"A good wife is better than riches,
but a poor wife turns heaven into hell.
I am sure your uncle would not have
the property preserved at the risk of a
sacrifice," the doctor said, a little
"She is very much too good for me, in
any case," Stanton said, taking out his
watcha legal trick which rarely fails
to distract the attention. Involun
tarily Dr. Borden looked at his own
watch, and his thoughts turned upon
"It is 11:25, Robert," he said. "Too
close to the last moment. Too much
like a death-bed repentance. But we
can make it by taking a carriage direct
ly to the house Have j*ou the papers
Stanton handed him the Brooklyn
permit. He glanced at it and said:
"Esther Thorndike, Brooklyn. It's a
good name, Stanton. Whatever there is
in a name I% don't know, but there's
something and that is a good one. But
I don't seem to remember it. Where
does she live?"
"She attends Dr. Atwood's church,"
Stanton replied, with some hesitation.
He was not an expert at answering
questions, especially when he had some
thing to conceal, and from the doctor's
tone it was evident that if he knew the
facts his assistance would be doubt
"Yes, but her home?" Dr. Borden said.
There was a wild cry forward. Some
one was overboard and it was not sui
prising that Stanton's first thought was
of Esther Thorndike.
Instautly leaving the doctor, he
pushed his way frantically through the
ladies' cabin till he found her, and,
layingatrembling hand upon her shoul
"Thank heaven! I was afraid that it
was you, and that I had driven you to
it. I've, been blind to every interest but
my own. I want you to ask whatever it
is that you are to ask me, and I will do
it, aiui a great deal more, if I can, and
we will let this miserable business drop
**1 am not troubled, sir," she replied,
quietly. "Unless you arc afraid to
trust me, thc^end that you wish to ac
complish is, worth
*e than any sac-
rifice which 1 am making, und qught
not to be ubandoned."
Afraid to trust herto trust Esther
Thorndike? In his present condition
that idea struck him as so unjust to
the woman before him that it instantly
1 hrew the other thought from his mind,
und he exclaimed: "Of course I trust
"Then we will curry out your plan,"
she said and as the excitement forward
became intense, they turned their at
tention towards it, and for a time neith
Some poor creature had gone into
that icy water in search of the friend
ly hand of Death but he was dragged
out again at last and carried in triumph
into the opposite cabin, to be forced
again into the miseries whence he had
tried to fly.
"A life saved. A grand omen for
those about to marry," Dr. Borden ex
claimed, coming upon the two. "And
this is the lady? I thought so. I've a
great instinct. I congratulate you
heartily upon your husband. I've
known him from a baby. He's of the
salt of the earth. I've congratulated
him already, for Esther Thorndike is
a grand gopd name. When I know you
better I shall congratulate him again.
But, Stanton, I must have a word with
"Don't hesitate, doctor. Miss Thorn
dike understands the predicament,"
Mt'e now only seventeen minute* before
Stanton replied, quicklj, touching his
companion's arm to prevent her turn
ing away and for the instant he re
alized a thrill of pride and satisfaction
in the thought that she was there and
that she understood. He felt safer than
when he was alone with Dr. Borden.
He remembered it afterwards.
"It's only about the worldly side of
this matter, Robert," the doctor said,
hurriedly. "A good wife is more than
a thousand fortunes. You will be am
ply the gainer but I'm afraid you will
have to let the fortune go. You see,
we ran with the tide after the drown
ing man, and have drifted against the
New York piers, well up the river. It
will be some minutes before we get
out, for we're wedged behind a long
tow. It is now only 17 minutes before
Stanton put his handto his forehead
and staggered back.
In the last four-and-tw ent^ hours
his mental and physical being had been
tortured and dragged about in most un
accustomed ways. He had been ready
to yield of himself, but to be driven to
it at the last moment was too much.
Esther Thorndike called him to him
self by gently touching him and ask
"Wh shouldn't we be married right
"Marry us here, doctor," Stanton
said, gathering himself together.
"It could be done," replied the clergj
man, easily entering again into the
worldly wisdom of- the transaction.
"No one is aft on this side. Not a soul
need be the wiser I hav two friends
aboard who will stand as witnesses.
But to think of my marrying John
Olmstead's nephew on a ferryboat!
And hold on, Robert. IJow about the
license? This is New York, and the
permit is for Brooklyn. You know the
importance of the case and whether
there's any law to conflict."
"It wouldn't matter, but this is for
New York," Stanton replied, calmly
enough so long as he was upon a point
of law, at the same time handing the
clergyman his third paper.
"Good boy, Robert!" the hite-haired
saint exclaimed, slapping his friend on
the shoulder. "Trust a lawyer for do
ing the thing brown. Just take your
wife back to the most quiet corner you
can find, and I'll join you with my
friends in no time."
Again Stanton was trembling so that
he could scarcely move or speak but
there was little need, for the clergy
man was well alive, now, to the world
ly wisdom of the case. The witnesses
were hardly introduced when he be
gan, from memory, the marriage cere
mony, holding his watch before him
as though it were his Book of Prayer,
while his lips flew with the second
The wheels started, but his lips only
moved the faster, under the full sense
that millions of money hung upon
them, and he cut and abridged the cer
emony without consideration for any
thing but the law. He hard) waited
to catch the first faint sounds of re
sponse, much less to judge from them
what of doubt or fear or uncertainty
the voices might portend.
In thinking of it afterwards, Stanton
often shuddered as he realized what
the result must have been had the
clergyman been in his own quiet home.
Even if the matter could have been
brought so far as the ceremony, Stan
ton himself would have failed theTe,
over and again, under any circum-
stances hut ,the present, m[th tke*diiKj
and excitement and demoralizing haate?
that obliterated erery feature ly tj
way in the struggle for the end.
The awful meaning of those worda,*?^
rapidly and almost unintelligibly as
they were spoken, came to him even
now with overwhelming force, and!
struck him dumb with terror.
"Now join hands," Dr. Borden repeat-^
ed, and, hardly giving them time to*
obey, he continued: "Those whomQodV,^
hath joined together let no man put^
asunder. I pronounce you man and
Then came the repetition of the sa
cred names, followed by a moment of
reverential silence, broken by the good
doctor's cheery voice, devoid of the
faintest professional accent, exclaim
"Gentlemen, vour watches. The ex
act time is a matter of the gravest im
"Three minutes of 12."
"Two and a half is all, I think."
"Two, gentlemen. Two. Precisely
two. Rely upon my watch. It is two
minutes before 12, this 6th day of De
cember, 1892. Two minutes is enough,
gentlemen. It is enough. And let me
tell you that this is the second time
that one and the same fortune has been
rescued, as by a miracle, by the space
of two minutes one side or the other, of
12 o'clock. But bless my soul, Mr. and
Mrs. Stanton, forgive me. My heartiest
congratulations and best wishes. Mav
Fortunatelv the boat struck the pier,
and the good doctor had all that he
could do to keep his feet. Stanton could
not have listened to much more.
As they parted in the waiting-room,
the clock struck 12, and for his last
words Dr. Borden repeated:
"Twelve o'clock, and all is well."
From the moment when the cere
mony began, Stanton had acted onlj
mechanically. He had heard the cler
gyman say: "Join hands," and involun
tarilv extending his own, which was
cold and trembling, he saw a white
hand come from under the cloak to
meet it. He saw a diamond flashing on
one of the fingers. He even saw that
the diamond was beautifully set in
pearls. He felt a strange thrill as the
warm, firm hand touched his own.
Then he heard those wordsfear
ful words they seemed to him"Whom
God hath joined together let no man put
He tried to cry out to stop, to save the
brave little woman by his side from such
an awful bond but before he could
utter a sound the rest of the sentence
was spoken, and John Olmstead's mil
lions and the woman by his side were
He would have gi\ en all those mil
lions, and all that he had beside, to see
that little woman free. How he pitied
her and despised himself as they stood
alone, man and wife together, in the
"This is a case where I can congrat
ulate you, too," she said, "and then I
must go at once. It is much later than
I thought it would be."
"Go?" Stanton muttered. "Go where?
Didn't ou hear him 'Whom God hafh
"You are overw rought to-night," she
replied, gentlv. "It will be different in
the morning. You will remember, then,
that it was only a plain business bar
gain, clearly understood and fairly car
ried out A wise end has been accom
plished, and I am perfectly satisfied."
"I do not want to remember that it
was a bargain," Stanton exclaimed,
struggling to rouse himself. "It was,
the meanest of self-interest in me, and
simply -unheard-of generosity in jou.
Forgiv me. Come with me now and be
my real wife. I am not worthy of you.
but I will do my best to"
"Why, sir, not half an hour ago you
said you trusted me. If I was worthy
of jour confidence, surely I shall not be
false to our compact, for your sake
any more than for my own. Here is the
card of a banking house in New York.
If there are any papers requiring mt\
signature, send them addressed to Es
ther Thorndike, in their care, and thev
will be, forwarded to me at once. If no
harm will result from it, I think I shali
go abroad, with friends who are to leave
a week from to-day. I wish that vou
would go away, too, for awhile, even to
Florida, or California. You don't know
how many uncomfortable things will
come up for vou to face if vou remain
here. Promise me that you will go."
"Whj, certainly, if" The incongru
ity of following instinct and saving "if
\ou wish it" checked him. He waited a
moment, and added, falteringly: "1
should like to go with you." It was not
necessary to see her face to know that
a decided negative was coming, and be
fore she could speak, he added: "At
leastjou will let me send you the money
for your trip?"
"Certainly not, sir. That was not the
bargain which we made," she ex
claimed. "You forget that, except for
this legal matter which you have to
settle, we are each of us precisely what
we were an hour ago. We neither of
us wished to marry anyone, and, to ac
complish a wise end, we went through
aceremonytheonlyresultof which upon
ourselves is that we, privately and secret
ly, know that now we cannot marry.
That is ail, and it was no sacrifice to
cither of us. I know well enough that
we shall each of us respect the other's
position, and that unless one of us
.should change and wish that we might
marry, there will never be a sacrifice.
I assure you, 1 have a great deal more
money than I can ever begin to use, in 2
all my life."
"At least, madam, there was to be, a
condition, and you have not named it,"
"I do not need to, now," she replied,
turning to go.
"It was not that way in the bargain,"
Stanton said, and the tips of his teeth
showed under his mustache. This time
it was more like the smile of a bov
who had been already flogged, and
smarts, and still is doing his best not