CHAPTER XXXVII.

“What an old hag! Her hands were coarse like a man’s and her voice

too!” cried vivacious Max. “It was no kind of a fortune, either. She

did not say anything about your marrying. But I hope you never will;

it was bad enough to lose Effie. I hope no one will ever persuade you

away, Allie. No one is good enough for you!”

“I am flattered by your extravagant opinion of my perfections. I think

you need give yourself no uneasiness as to losing me,” Aline replied,

making him a demure little courtesy.

He laughed, and nodded.

“I am glad of that. But come now, let me fasten your skates. You must

come on the ice with me. You promised, you know, and I shall not let

you go back on your word.”

“I would rather go home, Max,” Aline answered.

“No, dear, you need not be put down so easily. You may go on the ice

with your brother a little while, then we will go home,” said Mrs.

Rodney. Her pride and resentment had both been roused by the cavalier

treatment Aline had received. She knew that her daughter was the most

beautiful girl on the spot. No one there could at all compare with her.

She was an accomplished skater too. Something like defiance rose in her

mind. She would not let them drive Aline away with their scorn. She

had as much right here as her severe judges. “Go on the ice with your

brother a little while,” she repeated; “then we will go home.”

She stood silently on the shore watching them as hand in hand they

skimmed blithely across the icy surface of the beautiful river. Her

thoughts were busy while her eyes followed the form of her beautiful

girl in the bright costume that accorded so well with the gay scene.

The strange words of the old lace-vender filled her with wonder.

“How did she chance upon the truth so cleverly?” she asked herself.

“What did she know of Aline’s troubles and her fatal secret? What did

she mean by the dark man who influenced Aline’s life? Was it true--or

why did Aline blush at her words? I have a mind to follow the woman and

find out what she knows.”

She looked around her, but the old woman had already disappeared from

sight.

“As well, perhaps,” Mrs. Rodney, muttered to herself: “she could tell

me nothing. I dare say it was all guess-work. It is so easy to prate

of dark clouds and secrets and dark men--it is the stock in trade of

fortune-tellers.”

But she was very uneasy in her mind. There was a great pain in her

heart as she watched Aline.

The girl had forgotten her trouble for a little while in the

exhilarating excitement and exercise. Her eyes sparkled, her cheeks

glowed with pleasure. She and Max were the best skaters on the river,

and the girl thoroughly enjoyed her triumph. She looked like some

bright winged bird in her scarlet costume, and many eyes followed her

course in unwilling admiration.

“Aline, I will tell you something,” said Max, as they skated sociably

along, side by side. “I believe that old woman was a man dressed in

woman’s clothes!”

Aline’s heart gave a quick throb.

“Why do you think so, Max?” she said.

“Well, because she had boots on, and her feet were large, and her

hands, too, and her voice was coarse and squeaky, as if she tried to

alter it to a woman’s. Didn’t you notice it yourself, Aline?”

“She was rather masculine-looking, certainly; but, then, many women are

so. I have no doubt she was what she appeared to be,” said Aline, after

giving the matter a moment’s grave consideration.

Max was silenced but not convinced, and presently he looked round at

her again.

“I will tell you something else,” he said. “There is a man watching

you. Perhaps it is the dark man the fortune-teller talked about.”

“Where?” asked Aline, with a start.

“Do you see that great tree down the bank at some distance from the

crowd? There is a man round one side of it. He is looking at you. He is

tall and dark, and has on a great fur overcoat. I believe--that is, he

looks like him--that it is Mr. De--Ah! ah! help! help!”

The revelation of what Max believed was never finished, for, all

unknowingly, and in her interest in his words, Aline had gone upon

a dangerous place, where the ice was cracked and thin. A little in

advance of her brother, although clinging to his hand, she felt the

treacherous ice giving way beneath her, and, like a flash, tore her

hand from his and threw it far from her. All in an instant there was

a loud crash, the treacherous element gave way, and Aline sunk down

into the cold waves. Max was left alone upon the ragged edge, screaming

aloud for help in the frenzy of his despair.

* * * * *

All in a moment there arose a great hubbub of excitement. All eyes

turned upon the spot where Aline had broken through the thin crust of

ice and gone down into the cold, dark waves. With the thoughtlessness

born of excitement, the crowd made a rush for the spot. Some slipped

and fell, and were heedlessly trampled, and deserted in the terrible

rush. A panic was imminent. It seemed as if all were bent upon

satiating a wild curiosity, and the solid ice, beginning to tremble

beneath the burden upon it, might have broken through, and precipitated

the crowd, pell-mell, into the same dark waves that had ingulfed Aline;

but, at that moment, a loud, stern, authoritative voice rang out

clearly and sharply:

“Stand back, all of you! Do you not see that you are liable to cause

her death as well as your own? Go back before the ice breaks through

with your weight!”

The stern voice seemed to put reason into their bewildered minds. There

was a moment of flurry and indecision, and then the excited crowd

began to veer toward the shore. No one was left in the vicinity of the

dangerous ice except little Max, screaming piteously on the brink of

the abyss into which his sister had disappeared.

But, an instant more, and the form of a tall, handsome man was seen

crossing the ice, carefully yet fearlessly. As he neared the thin ice,

he threw himself carefully down upon it, and crept slowly along to the

edge of the precipice. He had thrown off his coat, and was in his shirt

sleeves, so that every one knew what was in his mind, and no one was

surprised to see him drop cautiously over the ragged edge of the ice,

and so down into the deep, running water.

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