"IT'S ALL RIGHT, HUGH"--AT LAST
Eaton--he still, with the habit of five years of concealment, even
thought of himself by that name--awoke to full consciousness at eight
o'clock the next morning. He was in the room he had occupied before in
Santoine's house; the sunlight, reflected from the lake, was playing on
the ceiling. His wounds had been dressed; his body was comfortable and
without fever. He had indistinct memories of being carried, of people
bending over him, of being cared for; but of all else that had happened
since his capture he knew nothing.
He saw and recognized, against the lighted square of the window, a man
standing looking out at the lake.
"Lawrence," he said.
The man turned and came toward the bed. "Yes, Hugh."
Eaton raised himself excitedly upon his pillows. "Lawrence, that was
he--last night--in the study. It was Latron! I saw him! You'll
believe me, Lawrence--you at least will. They got away on a boat--they
must be followed--" With the first return of consciousness he had
taken up again that battle against circumstances which had been his
only thought for five years.
But now, suddenly he was aware that his sister was also in the room,
sitting upon the opposite side of the bed. Her hand came forward and
clasped his; she bent over him, holding him and fondling him.
"It is all right, Hugh," she whispered--"Oh, Hugh! it is all right now."
"All right?" he questioned dazedly.
"Yes; Mr. Santoine knows; he--he was not what we thought him. He
believed all the while that you were justly sentenced. Now he knows
otherwise--"
"He--Santoine--believed that?" Eaton asked incredulously.
"Yes; he says his blindness was used by them to make him think so. So
now he is very angry; he says no one who had anything to do with it
shall escape. He figured it all out--most wonderfully--that it must
have been Latron in the study. He has been working all night--they
have already made several arrests and every port on the lake is being
watched for the boat they got away on."
"Is that true, Edith? Lawrence, is it true?"
"Yes; quite true, Hugh!" Hillward choked and turned away.
Eaton sank back against his pillows; his eyes--dry, bright and filled
still with questioning for a time, as, he tried to appreciate what he
just had heard and all that it meant to him--dampened suddenly as he
realized that it was over now, that long struggle to clear his name
from the charge of murder--the fight which had seemed so hopeless. He
could not realize it to the full as yet; concealment, fear, the sense
of monstrous injustice done him had marked so deeply all his thoughts
and feelings that he could not sense the fact that they were gone for
good. So what came to him most strongly now was only realization that
he had been set right with Santoine--Santoine, whom he himself had
misjudged and mistrusted. And Harriet? He had not needed to be set
right with her; she had believed and trusted him from the first, in
spite of all that had seemed against him. Gratitude warmed him as he
thought of her--and that other feeling, deeper, stronger far than
gratitude, or than anything else he ever had felt toward any one but
her, surged up in him and set his pulses wildly beating, as his thought
strained toward the future.
"Where is--Miss Santoine?" he asked.
His sister answered. "She has been helping her father. They left word
they were to be sent for as soon as you woke up, and I've just sent for
them."
Eaton lay silent till he heard them coming. The blind man was
unfamiliar with this room; his daughter led him in. Her eyes were very
bright, her cheeks which had been pale flushed as she met Eaton's look,
but she did not look away. He kept his gaze upon her.
Santoine, under her guidance, took the chair Hillward set beside the
bed for him. The blind man was very quiet; he felt for and found
Eaton's hand and pressed it. Eaton choked, as he returned the
pressure. Then Santoine released him.
"Who else is here?" the blind man asked his daughter.
"Miss Overton and Mr. Hillward," she answered.
Santoine found with his blind eyes their positions in the room and
acknowledged their presence; afterward he turned back to Eaton.
"I understand, I think, everything now, except some few particulars
regarding yourself," he said. "Will you tell me those?"
"You mean---" Eaton spoke to Santoine, but he looked at Harriet. "Oh,
I understand, I think. When I--escaped, Mr. Santoine of course, my
picture had appeared in all the newspapers and I was not safe from
recognition anywhere in this country. I got into Canada and, from
Vancouver, went to China. We I had very little money left, Mr.
Santoine; what had not been--lost through Latron had been spent in my
defense. I got a position in a mercantile house over there. It was a
good country for me; people over there don't ask questions for fear
some one will ask questions about them. We had no near relatives for
Edith to go to and she had to take up stenography to support herself
and--and change her name, Mr. Santoine, because of me."
Eaton's hand went out and clasped his sister's.
"Oh, Hugh; it didn't matter--about me, I mean!" she whispered.
"Hillward met her and asked her to marry him and she--wouldn't consent
without telling him who she was. He--Lawrence--believed her when she
said I hadn't killed Latron; and he suggested that she come out here
and try to get employed by you. We didn't suspect, of course, that
Latron was still alive. We thought he had been killed by some of his
own crowd--in some quarrel or because his trial was likely to involve
some one else so seriously that they killed him to prevent it; and that
it was put upon me to--to protect that person and that you--"
Eaton hesitated.
"Go on," said Santoine. "You thought I knew who Latron's murderer was
and morally, though not technically, perjured myself at your trial to
convict you in his place. What next?"
"That was it," Eaton assented. "We thought you knew that and that some
of those around you who served as your eyes must know it, too."
Harriet gasped. Eaton looking at her, knew that she understood now
what had come between them when she had told him that she herself had
served as her father's eyes all through the Latron trial. He felt
himself flushing as he looked at her; he could not understand now how
he could have believed that she had aided in concealing an injustice
against him, no matter what influence had been exerted upon her. She
was all good; all true!
"At first," Eaton went on, "Edith did not find out anything. Then,
this year, she learned that there was to be a reorganization of some of
the Latron properties. We hoped that, during that, something would
come out which might help us. I had been away almost five years; my
face was forgotten, and we thought I could take the chance of coming
back to be near at hand so I could act if anything did come out.
Lawrence met me at Vancouver. We were about to start East when I
received a message from Mr. Warden. I did not know Warden and I don't
know now how he knew who I was or where he could reach me. His message
merely said he knew I needed help and he was prepared to give it and
made an appointment for me to see him at his house. He was one of the
Latron crowd but, I found out, one of those least likely to have had a
hand in my conviction. I thought possibly Warden was going to tell me
the name of Latron's murderer and I decided to take the risk of seeing
him. You know what happened when I tried to keep the appointment.
"Then you came to Seattle and took charge of Warden's affairs. I felt
certain that if there was any evidence among Warden's effects as to who
had killed Latron, you would take it back with you with the other
matters relating to the Latron reorganization. You could not recognize
me from your having been at my trial because you were blind; I decided
to take the train with you and try to get possession of the draft of
the reorganization agreement and the other documents with it which
Warden had been working on. I had suspected that I was being watched
by agents of the men protecting Latron's murderer while I was in
Seattle. I had changed my lodgings there because of that, but Lawrence
had remained at the old lodgings to find out for me. He found there
was a man following me who disappeared after I had taken the train, and
Lawrence, after questioning the gateman at Seattle decided the man had
taken the same train I did. He wired me in the cipher we had sometimes
used in communicating with each other, but not knowing what name I was
using on the train he addressed it to himself, confident that if a
telegram reached the train addressed to 'Lawrence Hillward' I would
understand and claim it.
"Of course, I could not follow his instructions and leave the train; we
were snowed in. Besides, I could not imagine how anybody could have
followed me onto the train, as I had taken pains to prevent that very
thing by being the last passenger to get aboard it."
"The man whom the gateman saw did not follow you; he merely watched you
get on the train and notified two others, who took the train at
Spokane. They had planned to get rid of you after you left Seattle so
as to run less risk of your death being connected with that of Warden.
It was my presence which made it necessary for them to make the
desperate attempt to kill you on the train."
"Then I understand. The other telegram was sent me, of course, by
Edith from Chicago, when she learned here that you were using the name
of Dorne on your way home. I learned from her when I got here that the
documents relating to the Latron properties, which I had decided you
did not have with you, were being sent you through Warden's office.
Through Edith I learned that they had reached you and had been put in
the safe. I managed to communicate with Hillward at the country club,
and that night he brought me the means of forcing the safe."
Eaton felt himself flushing again, as he looked at Harriet. Did she
resent his having used her in that way? He saw only sympathy in her
face.
"My daughter told me that she helped you to that extent," Santoine
offered, "and I understood later what must have been your reason for
asking her to take you out that night."
"When I reached the study," Eaton continued, "I found others already
there. The light of an electric torch flashed on the face of one of
them and I recognized the man as Latron--the man for whose murder I had
been convicted and sentenced! Edith tells me that you know the rest."
There was silence in the room for several minutes. Santoine again felt
for Eaton's hand and pressed it. "We've tired you out," he said. "You
must rest."
"You must sleep, Hugh, if you can," Edith urged.
Eaton obediently closed his eyes, but opened them at once to look for
Harriet. She had moved out of his line of vision.
Santoine rose; he stood an instant waiting for his daughter, then
suddenly he comprehended that she was no longer in the room. "Mr.
Hillward, I must ask your help," he said, and he went out with Hillward
guiding him.
Eaton, turning anxiously on his pillow and looking about the room, saw
no one but his sister. He had known when Harriet moved away from
beside the bed; but he had not suspected that she was leaving the room.
Now suddenly a great fear filled him.
"Why did Miss Santoine go away? Why did she go, Edith?" he questioned.
"You must sleep, Hugh," his sister answered only.
Harriet, when she slipped out of the room, had gone downstairs. She
could not have forced herself to leave before she had heard Hugh's
story, and she could not define definitely even to herself what the
feeling had been that had made her leave as soon as he had finished;
but she sensed the reason vaguely. Hugh had told her two days before,
"I will come back to you as you have never known me yet"--and it had
proved true. She had known him as a man in fear, constrained,
carefully guarding himself against others and against betrayal by
himself; a man to whom all the world seemed opposed; so that her
sympathy--and afterward something more than her sympathy--had gone out
to him. To that repressed and threatened man, she had told all she
felt toward him, revealing her feelings with a frankness that would
have been impossible except that she wanted him to know that she was
ready to stand against the world with him.
Now the world was no longer against him; he had friends, a place in
life was ready to receive him; he would be sought after, and his name
would be among those of the people of her own sort. She had no shame
that she had let him--and others--know all that she felt toward him;
she gloried still in it; only now--now, if he wished her, he must make
that plain; she could not, of herself, return to him.
So unrest possessed her and the suspense of something hoped for but
unfulfilled. She went from room to room, trying to absorb herself on
her daily duties; but the house--her father's house--spoke to her now
only of Hugh and she could think of nothing but him. Was he awake?
Was he sleeping? Was he thinking of her? Or, now that the danger was
over through which she had served him, were his thoughts of some one
else?
Her heart halted at each recurrence of that thought; and again and
again she repeated his words to her at parting from her the night
before. "I will come back to you as you have never known me yet!" To
her he would come back, he said; to her, not to any one else. But his
danger was not over then; in his great extremity and in his need of
her, he might have felt what he did not feel now. If he wanted her,
why did he not send for her?
She stood trembling as she saw Edith Overton in the hall.
"Hugh has been asking for you continually, Miss Santoine. If you can
find time, please go in and see him."
Harriet did not know what answer she made. She went upstairs: she ran,
as soon as she was out of sight of Hugh's sister; then, at Hugh's door,
she had to halt to catch her breath and compose herself before she
opened the door and looked in upon him. He was alone and seemed
asleep; at least his eyes were closed. Harriet stood an instant gazing
at him.
His face was peaceful now but worn and his paleness was more evident
than when he had been talking to her father. As she stood watching
him, she felt her blood coursing through her as never before and
warming her face and her fingertips; and fear--fear of him or of
herself, fear of anything at all in the world--fled from her; and
love--love which she knew that she need no longer try to
deny--possessed her.
"Harriet!" She heard her name from his lips and she saw, as he opened
his eyes and turned to her, there was no surprise in his look; if he
had been sleeping, he had been dreaming she was there; if awake, he had
been thinking of her.
"What is it, Hugh?" She was beside him and he was looking up into her
eyes.
"You meant it, then?"
"Meant it, Hugh?"
"All you said and--and all you did when we--you and I--were alone
against them all! It's so, Harriet! You meant it!"
"And you did too! Dear, it was only to me that you could come
back--only to me?"
"Only to you!" He closed his eyes in his exaltation. "Oh, my dear, I
never dreamed--Harriet in all the days and nights I've had to plan and
wonder what might be for me if everything could come all right, I've
never dreamed I could win a reward like this."
"Like this?"
He opened his eyes again and drew her down toward him. "Like you!"
She bent until her cheek touched his and his arms were about her. He
felt her tears upon his face.
"Not that; not that--you mustn't cry, dear," he begged. "Oh, Harriet,
aren't you happy now?"
"That's why. Happy! I didn't know before there could be anything like
this."
"Nor I.... So it's all right, Harriet; everything is all right now?"
"All right? Oh, it's all right now, if I can make it so for you," she
answered.
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Rose in the Ring, The. By George Barr McCutcheon.
Rose of Old Harpeth, The. By Maria Thompson Daviess.
Round the Corner in Gay Street. By Grace S. Richmond.
Second Choice. By Will N. Harben.
Second Violin, The. By Grace S. Richmond.
Secret History. By C. N. & A. M. Williamson.
Secret of the Reef, The. By Harold Bindloss.
Seven Darlings, The. By Gouverneur Morris.
Shavings. By Joseph C. Lincoln.
Shepherd of the Hills, The. By Harold Bell Wright.
Sheriff of Dyke Hole, The. By Ridgwell Cullum.
Sherry. By George Barr McCutcheon.
Side of the Angels, The. By Basil King.
Silver Horde, The. By Rex Beach.
Sin That Was His, The. By Frank L. Packard.
Sixty-first Second, The. By Owen Johnson.
Soldier of the Legion, A. By C. N. & A. M. Williamson.
Son of His Father, The. By Ridgwell Cullum.
Son of Tarzan, The. By Edgar Rice Burroughs.
Source, The. By Clarence Buddington Kelland.
Speckled Bird, A. By Augusta Evans Wilson.
Spirit in Prison, A. By Robert Hichens.
Spirit of the Border, The. (New Edition.) By Zane Grey.
Spoilers, The. By Rex Beach.
Steele of the Royal Mounted. By James Oliver Curwood.
Still Jim. By Honore Willsie.
Story of Foss River Ranch, The. By Ridgwell Cullum.
Story of Marco, The. By Eleanor H. Porter.
Strange Case of Cavendish, The. By Randall Parrish.
Strawberry Acres. By Grace S. Richmond.
Sudden Jim. By Clarence B. Kelland.
Tales of Sherlock Holmes. By A. Conan Doyle.
Tarzan of the Apes. By Edgar R. Burroughs.
Tarzan and the Jewels of Opar. By Edgar Rice Burroughs.