Leonie had returned from her visit to the Chandlers.
Her eyes showed traces of weeping, and her countenance contained the
radiant glow of a saint that has received the gift of righteousness
through suffering.
Mr. and Mrs. Pryor, and the Misses Pryor, together with Lynde and Edith
Pyne, were in the library awaiting her, and as she entered she was
warmly greeted, and a comfortable chair placed for her.
"You look tired and worn, dear!" exclaimed Mrs. Pryor, with motherly
kindness. "I think it would be much better for you to go up-stairs and
take a much-needed rest, than allow yourself to be tormented by these
careless young people."
"I had rather remain, if you will allow me," returned Leonie, meekly.
"I don't think I could rest, and I should not like to be alone. This is
ever so much better, where I can feel what kind friends and true the
Lord has sent me in my loneliness."
"And Leonard Chandler!" cut in Mr. Pryor, unable to curb his curiosity.
"What did he say?"
"I cannot tell you how deeply he feels it all!" exclaimed Leonie,
sadly. "I think, had he been her father, his grief could not have
been greater. He feels that to a great extent he is blamable for what
has occurred. Mrs. Chandler is almost in hysteria. She was under the
care of the physician when I left. Evelyn's conduct is all the more
remarkable to me, when I think of the loving tenderness that must have
been hers in the home of her adoption. My heart has ached until it has
seemed almost breaking. Mr. Chandler has asked my permission to have
the body removed at once to his house, and buried from there."
"And you gave it?"
"Certainly; what right had I compared with theirs, even had I chosen
to press my claim? They were so kind to me! Why, it seemed almost as
though they were accepting me in her stead. When I was leaving Mrs.
Chandler clasped her arms about my neck, and with tears streaming over
her face said: 'You must fill her place, dear. Remember that I shall
have no daughter now. My heart and home will both be empty. You must
fill the vacancy that her death has left!' I don't know what I have
done that so many friends should be given me, just at the time when I
fancied myself most alone!"
"It is very nice of the Chandlers, indeed!" cried Mr. Pryor, dryly.
"I don't doubt in the least but that it would be charming for them to
have you take their daughter's place, but there are others who have a
'pryor' claim, eh, Lucretia?"
He smiled over his little joke, and Mrs. Pryor nodded her head
approvingly.
"Do you realize, girls," she said, sweetly, "that it is less than an
hour until dinner? Remember your father's horror of a cold dinner, and
take yourselves away to dress at once!"
There was a general movement in obedience to the command, but as Leonie
was about to follow them, she felt a hand placed very gently upon her
arm.
"Won't you wait a minute, please?" Lynde asked, half timidly. "I shall
detain you only a few seconds."
She tried to prevent the crimson from rushing over her face as she felt
it doing, but the effort was without avail.
The others passed from the room as though they had not observed the
aside.
"There were a few questions that I wanted to ask you about
the--funeral," Lynde stammered, when they were alone and the door had
been closed. "I thought, perhaps, you might not care to have it talked
of before the others. Will Mr. and Mrs. Chandler attend to everything,
or do you do it?"
"They wished it all to be just as though none of this horrible recent
past had taken place. They believe with me that she has been insane for
years."
"That is all, then. And, Leonie, something must be done about that will
very soon. When can you give me an hour to speak of that?"
"Oh, Lynde, why do you torture me with that old question? You know that
I will never have anything to do with it. But there is one thing that
I wish you would do. Where is the necessity for prosecuting that poor
man, Luis Kingsley? Surely losing all his fortune is punishment enough
for what he has done."
He looked at her curiously a moment, and said:
"But I must do it if that will is admitted to probate. There is just
one way that he can be saved, and that is for you to make your claim to
the money, and prove it valid. Otherwise he must suffer."
He knew that she was not sufficiently a lawyer to know whether he
was telling the truth or not, and he also knew that, under the
circumstances, the point he had made was a strong one.
She gazed at him a moment; then her lips began to tremble, and her eyes
filled with tears.
She turned away from him hastily, but not before he had seen, and the
sight was too much for him.
A man can never endure to see a woman in tears, and most particularly
not a woman whom he loves.
One quick step forward, an extension of the arms, and she was taken to
his breast.
"I know that I am a criminal to tell you of my love while that poor
girl lies dead in that dreadful place!" he exclaimed, contritely. "But
what am I to do? The temptation has overpowered me. After all, she
never loved me, and she knew that I did not love her, therefore the
circumstances cannot be the same. Leonie, darling, I do not ask if you
will be my wife, because I know you will! You have never endeavored to
conceal from me that you love me, and through all the wretched past
that has been my single consolation. Tell me that I have not been
wrong, sweetheart!"
She was weeping softly, but they were tears of relief.
"Why did you wish to distress me about the will when you knew that it
would be compromised in that way?" she asked, a little smile rippling
through the tears. "Oh, Lynde, it has been such weary, hopeless
waiting. I cannot realize that there are really no barriers between us
now. There was a time when I would rather have died than have you know
the shame that rested upon my mother's name, but after all the fault
was not hers, and it would seem to me now that concealment meant shame
upon her memory. Tell me that you do not despise me for it, dear?"
He laughed a little, holding her all the closer.
"Do I look as though I despised you for anything, or could despise you
for anything under God's heaven?" he asked tenderly. "My darling, you
have come to me through grief and suffering, but you are mine at last,
thank Heaven, and all the more precious because of the waiting and the
misery."
She lifted her face and allowed him to kiss her after the weary
restraint of months.
In that kiss, they seemed to live again through the weary, hideous time
that had intervened since their meeting, and it was with a thankfulness
to God that neither of them could have expressed that they realized it
was over and done with forever.
"If Dad could only know how happy I am in spite of all the sorrow I
have known!" muttered Leonie. "Dear old Dad, if he could only have
lived to see his little girl as she is now! But surely up there with
God he knows it all, and the joy with my mother is as great as mine!"
She gazed up at her young, handsome lover fondly.
"I hope we will not be punished for our happiness, Lynde," she said
slowly. "It seems dreadful when one thinks of----"
She hesitated, and he closed her lips with a caress.
"There can be no wrong in the love that God has given, my dearest!"
he whispered. "Why should we try to conceal what our whole hearts are
crying aloud?"
She made no attempt to answer him, but allowed him to comfort her, now
that the long wait was ended.
She had made no move to leave when Mr. Pryor entered.
"Have you two effected your compromise yet?" he questioned dryly.
Leonie colored guiltily.
"We have, sir!" returned Lynde, with manly quiet and dignity. "Under
the circumstances that exist, we wish the matter to remain our secret
for the present, or rather that of the family. Perhaps we have been
premature, but----"
"Nonsense. You would have been foolish not to have taken advantage of
the opportunity that God made for you especially. I congratulate you
both with all my heart. I have never had anything make me happier, and
I am sure all the rest of the family will join me."
* * * * *
There is little remaining to be told.
Luis Kingsley was not prosecuted for the felonious concealment of a
will. He was released from prison, and shortly after disappeared from
the country. No one knew where he went, and presumably no one cared
enough to inquire. He was as utterly dead to Lynde and Leonie as though
the grave were between them.
Ben Mauprat was sentenced to two years in the penitentiary for assault
with intent to kill, with a charge of complicity in a robbery hanging
over his head upon his release. But the chances are that he will never
be prosecuted upon that charge.
Leonie entered her claim to the estate simply to prove the legality of
her mother's marriage, and won the case, against the man who was to
become her husband shortly afterward.
It occasioned considerable merriment among Lynde's friends, but there
were none of them who did not envy him the "romance of the thing," as
they termed it.
They are very happy, Lynde and Leonie. They are regular visitors at the
home of Mr. and Mrs. Chandler, where Leonie is petted and made much
of, while the home of the Pryors will be hers until after her nuptials
shall have been celebrated.
And so the story ends as does all life, with the reward of virtue and
the punishment of vice.
"Every man's life is a fairy-tale written by God's fingers."
[THE END.]
Transcriber's Notes:
Italics are represented using _underscores_.
Added table of contents.
The address transcribed from the front cover may be incomplete
(probably missing a street number) because damage to the original copy
has rendered it nearly indecipherable.
This story was serialized in _The New York Family Story Paper_
beginning on March 1, 1890. It was later reissued as a stand-alone
booklet. This transcription is based almost entirely on the later
booklet publication, but the original serial has been referred to in a
few places to confirm words lost due to damage to the booklet copy.
The original serial publication of the story was attributed to Wenona
Gilman.
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! to ? in "Is she dead?"
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typo "palor" in "pallor overspread." Removed unnecessary quote after
"and go to that house."
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whispered words." Changed "Liz'" to "Liz's" in "Liz's sake" and "Liz's
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