CHAPTER XXXIX.

He stood staring with frightened eyes at the white envelope, with its

large black letters formed in Una's crude handwriting, dreading to

touch it, for a swift instinct told him the truth.

She had left him, he felt quite sure--left him almost in the very hour

when the discovery of their mutual love for each other had paved the

way to their wedded happiness. Mme. Lorraine, like the serpent crawling

into Eden, had brought woe and pain where love and joy had reigned.

All this flashed over him instinctively as he took the letter in his

hand and tore it open, devouring in fierce haste the brief, sad note

Una had written such a little while ago that the ink was scarcely dry

upon the page.

"This is my farewell to you, Eliot," it said. "I have learned the

secret of my identity. Forgive me that I shrink from revealing it

to you. I can only say that it comes between us, and divides us as

effectually as the grave itself. I have left you forever. Do not seek

to trace me, for nothing can ever induce me to live with you again.

Give up the thought of me and obtain a divorce (it will be easy, for,

thank Heaven, I have never been your wife, save in name only), then

you can marry Ida Hayes, whom you loved before you ever saw me. God

bless you for all your goodness to me. If you had known who I was

that time in New Orleans, you need not have sacrificed yourself for

my sake. God bless my--yes, I will presume to call them sisters this

once--Maud and Edith! I have left them the jewels they wore to-night

in memory of Una, to whom they were so kind. Forget me, Eliot, as

soon as you can, for I am all unworthy of your name and your love.

"LITTLE NOBODY."

She had deliberately signed the name she hated so much, and he knew

that her humility must have been great to drive her to such an act.

With a groan he sunk into a chair and buried his face in his hands.

"How could she, with her beauty and innocence, her high-bred air and

noble soul, be lowly, even shamefully born, as this letter would have

me believe?" he exclaimed. "No, no; it is only another of that wicked

woman's falsehoods. She has taken Una with her, out of hatred for my

darling and envy of our happiness. There can be nothing strong enough

to come between us, my little love and I. Oh, why did I leave them

alone together? I might have known that serpent's wiles. But I will

follow and bring them back! Fortunately it is not too late."

But he was mistaken, for when he reached madame's hotel, half an hour

later, he was told that she had left Boston by the 1:30 train.

"Just thirty minutes too late!" he muttered, wildly, and the sleepy

night-clerk of the hotel looked at him in contemptuous amazement. He

thought he must be some demented admirer of Mme. Leonie.

Eliot knew that madame's next engagement was in Philadelphia, and he

determined that he would follow by the next train.

"Will she have the temerity to take Una with her, or will she try to

hide her from me? The latter, most likely," he thought, sadly, and a

presentiment grew upon him that his lovely girl-wife was lost to him

forever.

But he followed the actress by the next train to Philadelphia, only to

learn that she had never arrived there. At a heavy cost, she had made

her manager cancel her engagement, and neither herself nor the manager

could be found there, nor a clew obtained to their whereabouts.

Just as suddenly as she had returned to the stage, she disappeared from

it, and the mystery of her disappearance was the topic of newspaper

paragraphs for some days.

Only one of the journalistic fraternity had any idea of the cause of

her flight, and he was too proud and bitter to give it to the world.

To his own family, under strict bonds of secrecy, he confided the

truth, and Maud and Edith were indignant at the thought that wicked

Mme. Lorraine had dared come beneath their roof, and loud in their

protestations of disbelief in the story that there was a stain on Una's

birth.

But Bryant, Sylvie, and Ida preserved a significant silence that told

more plainly than words their belief that all had happened for the

best. They hoped secretly that Eliot would get a divorce, as Una had

told him to do.

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