REUNION.
"Let us begin, dear love, where we left off;
Tie up the broken threads of that old dream;
And go on happy as before; and seem
Lovers again, though all the world may scoff.
"Let us forget the cold, malicious fate
Who made our loving hearts her idle toys,
And once more revel in the old sweet joys
Of happy love. Nay, it is not too late."
Cissy Carroll made big eyes of surprise at Geraldine's charge.
"Married Daisy Odell? Harry Hawthorne? Why, certainly not! Whatever put
such an idea into your dear little noddle?" she demanded, in wonder.
"Mr. Standish told me so before we came back to New York. He said he
had an invitation to the wedding. And isn't Daisy married to him, after
all? Oh, Cissy, don't try to deceive me, for I saw her--saw her in the
box all in white--so bride-like--and Harry Hawthorne leaning over her
chair," exclaimed Geraldine, clutching the other's arm with unconscious
violence, her beautiful eyes dilated with doubt and entreaty.
"My darling Gerry, don't pinch me black and blue, please, and don't get
so excited. Yes, Daisy Odell is certainly married."
"Oh-h-h!" groaned Geraldine, in anguish.
"She is married," pursued Cissy, "and married to one of the dearest
fellows in the world, she says--Charlie Butler--but not to Harry
Hawthorne. Why, I don't believe he wants to marry any one in the world
but you!"
"Me--Cissy!" and Geraldine's face, so lugubrious a moment before, grew
radiant with joy, while the girl continued:
"That wretch, Clifford Standish, has told you falsehoods about Mr.
Hawthorne, dear, for he never thought of loving any one but you. Didn't
you see him with me in the box to-night? I am the only girl he ever
goes with, and that is just for your sake, dear, because I was your
friend."
"Oh, Cissy!"
Such joy as there was in those two words, for new life came to
Geraldine in the assurance that Hawthorne was free, and loved her still.
She put on her dress with trembling fingers, crying:
"Oh, help me, Cissy, I'm so nervous--and--and tired, you know."
"Poor child! no wonder. And troubled, too, perhaps, for maybe
you--loved that Standish!"
"Oh, no, no--never, Cissy!"
"Oh, I'm so glad, for that would have broken poor Hawthorne's tender
heart, he loves you so much. And you, dear--didn't you care for him a
little, too?"
Geraldine was all blushing, blissful confusion.
"I--I--you know how that was, Cissy. I liked him--just a little--at
first, but when he did not come that night, or after"--she broke down,
sobbing under her breath.
"Oh, Geraldine, he could not--he was hurt you know--and Standish
intercepted his letter of explanation. But I mustn't rattle on like
this, or I'll leave nothing for Hawthorne to tell you himself."
Geraldine looked at her with a glorified face.
"Oh, Cissy! Shall I see him soon?"
"He's waiting at the cab, dear, so let us hurry."
She fastened the ribbons of Geraldine's cape, and, taking her hand,
hurried her through the corridor to the stage door.
And there--oh, joy of joys! stood Harry Hawthorne, waiting, with an
eager, expectant look.
How Geraldine's heart bounded at the sight of that handsome face!
She could scarcely restrain herself from springing into his arms.
But, instead, she demurely held out her little hand, and he clasped it
closely, saying as he led her to the cab:
"I am so glad to find you again, and we must have a long talk to-night."