A tall, decidedly handsome man rose to meet Effie as she glided into
the pretty little parlor with that stately grace that her admirers
called so queenly. He waited with a courteously bowed head for her to
address him.
She did so in a silvery-sweet voice, and with a slight blush.
“I am Miss Rodney, Dr. Anthony,” she said, glancing at the card which
she still held in her hand. “Papa is away from home, and mamma is quite
sick. Can I serve you in any way?”
His dark eyes rested on the beautiful, gentle face in uncontrollable
admiration a moment, then he said, in a clear manly voice:
“I have called in the vague hope of serving this afflicted family, Miss
Rodney.”
“In what way, sir?” inquired Effie, as she waved him back to his seat,
and sunk into one herself.
“In that calamity which has excited the sympathy and sorrow of the
whole country,” he answered, respectfully.
Effie’s heart gave a muffled throb of joy at the suggestive words.
“God bless you, sir, if you bring us any tidings of our dear Aline!”
she exclaimed. He saw that he had excited extravagant hope within her,
and said, hastily:
“Do not build too much upon my words, Miss Rodney. I do not wish to
deceive you. It may be but a vain quest upon which I am come, but some
facts in my possession I have thought best to lay before your father
in the vague hope that they might somehow lead to news of your lost
one.”
Seeing how much he had damped the springing hopes in her breast, he
said, anxiously:
“Miss Rodney, is there in your possession a photograph of your missing
sister?”
She could not understand why such a deep shadow fell over his frank,
manly face, as she answered:
“No, Dr. Anthony, my sister’s picture was never taken in her life.”
“That is most unfortunate,” he said. “I had counted so much upon her
picture.”
“I do not believe papa would like to have Aline’s picture published in
the papers. He shrinks from publicity,” said Effie, reservedly.
“You misunderstand me. I have no such intention,” said the young
physician. “Nothing is further from my thoughts, Miss Rodney. I
quite agree with your father that any unnecessary publicity is most
distressing. In the absence of Mr. Rodney, may I state my reasons to
you?”
“You may,” Effie answered.
“Thank you. I will try to do so,” he said. “In the first place, I
will say that I have lately seen a girl, under very distressing
circumstances, who answers to the published descriptions of your
missing sister.”
“When? Where?” exclaimed Effie, agitatedly. The young physician’s face
grew grave and perplexed.
“I can readily tell you when,” he answered; “but the strangest part of
the mystery is that I cannot tell you _where_.”
Miss Rodney’s fair face reflected the perplexity on his.
“Dr. Anthony, I do not understand you,” she said. “How can such a
thing be? You have seen her; but you cannot tell where. Pray, explain
yourself.”
“I am about to do so,” he answered. “Then you will readily understand
the seeming discrepancy in my statements.”
Effie bowed silently, and settled herself to listen. His frank,
handsome face, and quiet, earnest manner inspired her with confidence
in him, although he was a stranger whom, ten minutes ago, she had never
beheld. She was most anxious to hear what he could tell her of that
girl whose description answered to that of Aline.
She fixed her bright hazel-brown eyes upon his face with an earnestness
that Dr. Anthony found very fascinating.
“In order to be quite sure of dates,” he said, “I will ask you to tell
me that of Miss Aline’s disappearance.”
She named it quickly, and he exclaimed, with a sudden brightening of
his dark eyes:
“The dates correspond! Oh, how much I would give at this moment for the
counterfeit presentment of Miss Aline Rodney!”
In a moment he continued:
“I live at the little town of Maywood, some five miles distant from
this, Miss Rodney. I have practiced medicine there for several years,
and may say, without vanity, that I have built up quite a creditable
practice there and in the surrounding country--at least. I am always
busy.”
Effie bowed silently, and he went on:
“Some strange things happen to a physician in the course of his
practice, Miss Rodney. A mysterious thing happened to me on the night
of the date you mentioned just now.”