MORE NEWS WHICH CAME TO MILLFIELD.
“It was generally known all over Millfield that poor Anna Strong was a
lunatic. ‘Hopelessly insane,’ was the last message from the disconsolate
husband, who wrote regularly and affectionately to the sorrowing family,
which still occupied the small red house by the mill-pond; for Mrs.
Strong was not dead, though her brown hair had all turned gray, and her
face wore continually a look of sorrow and anxiety. Grief and concern
for Anna weighed heavily upon her, and she could not rid herself of a
presentiment that there was something behind—something which had never
been told her. Haverleigh’s letters were exceedingly kind, and often
contained money-orders for the family, who were far better off in
worldly goods than when he first came to Millfield. Fred was ready for
the Sophomore class in college; Mrs. Strong’s sign of ‘Dressmaking’ was
taken down, and Mary only taught a select class of young ladies who came
to her to recite.
“In a pecuniary and social point of view, the Strongs had been gainers
by Anna’s marriage; but they missed her terribly, and mourned for her as
for one worse even than dead. Very eagerly they watched for Mr.
Haverleigh’s letters, which at first were frequent and regular.
Latterly, however, they had grown less frequent, and it was now some
time since Mrs. Strong had heard from him, and she was beginning to get
impatient and anxious, when one day, the last of February, there came to
her two letters bearing the foreign post-mark. Both were from Paris, and
one in Mr. Haverleigh’s well-known handwriting. This was opened first,
and said that Anna was better, and had recognized and talked with her
husband the last time he saw her, and was beginning to manifest some
little interest in what was passing around her.
“‘Thank Heaven for that,’ was Mrs. Strong’s fervent ejaculation, as she
folded the short letter and turned to Fred, who was studying the
superscription of the other envelope, which he had not noticed
particularly before.
“It was in his mother’s box, and had been handed to him with
Haverleigh’s, which, as the more important, had received the first
attention.
“‘What does this mean, and whom can it be from?’ he said, reading aloud
the novel direction, which was written in that small, peculiar hand
common to the French.
“‘To the friends of Madame Ernest Haverleigh, _nee_ Mademoiselle Anna
Strong, Millfield, Wooster County, Massachusetts, United States of
Amerique, in New England. P.S. If the friends may be gone forward where
they may be.’
“So much writing covered nearly the entire side of the envelope, which
looked soiled and worn, as if it had been long upon the road, which in
fact was the case.
“After leaving Chateau d’Or, Eugenie had gone to her father, to whom she
confessed the whole shameful story of her life, and told what she knew
of poor Agatha’s fate. Such news was too much for the old man, who the
day following was stricken with paralysis and died. Doubly and trebly
steeped in remorse, and accusing herself as the murderer of both father
and sister, Eugenie returned to Paris, and before she could collect her
senses sufficiently to write to Anna’s friends, she sank into that
nervous, half delirious state of mind in which she continued until
January was nearly gone, when she began to rally. But her improvement
was so slow, and she was so weak, that it was some time before she had
the power to write, as she had promised, to the friends in Millfield.
This was quite a task for her, as she could write English very
indifferently, and mixed it up with a good deal of French. But she
accomplished it at last, and managed, pretty accurately and fully, to
tell what she had heard from Anna, to propose a plan for action, in
which she was to be one of the principals.
“It would be impossible to describe the surprise and consternation,
amounting almost to incredulity, with which Mrs. Strong listened to this
letter which Mary contrived to read with the help of the dictionary and
Fred, who knew a little French. At first it did not seem to her possible
that any man could be so deliberately cruel and treacherous, but the
facts were there, and when she recalled many things which had appeared
strange in Mr. Haverleigh’s letters, she could not doubt the truth of
what Eugenie had written. Fred did not doubt it for a moment. He had
always distrusted Haverleigh; always thought it strange that
notwithstanding the many times they had asked where Anna was, they had
never received a reply. They knew now where she was, but for a few
moments sat staring blankly at each other, too much benumbed and
bewildered to speak. Fred was the first to rally, and with quivering lip
and clinched fist exclaimed:
“‘If he was here I’d kill him.’
“That broke the spell at once; the tongues were loosened, and they
talked long and earnestly together of the best course to be pursued, and
deciding finally to follow Eugenie’s directions. But in order to do this
it was necessary to write to her first, and this Fred did that very day,
sending his letter by the next mail which left Millfield, and then,
during the interval of waiting devoted himself assiduously to acquiring
a speaking knowledge of the French language. Fortunately there was in
Millfield a native teacher, and to him Fred went for instruction,
studying night and day, and working so industriously that by the time
Eugenie’s second letter was received, and he was ready to start on his
journey, he felt certain of at least making himself understood in
whatever part of France he might be.
“Both Mrs. Strong and her daughter thought it better to say nothing of
Eugenie’s letters and the information they contained for the present,
but rather to wait for the result of Fred’s adventure. Consequently all
the people knew was that Fred was going to see his sister, and it was
generally supposed that Mr. Haverleigh had forwarded the money for the
voyage, and his kindness and generosity to his wife’s family was the
subject of much comment and praise. Little did the people of Millfield
dream of the truth, or suspect that when at last the _Oceanic_ sailed
down the harbor of New York with Fred Strong on board, he was there with
the steerage passengers and under the name of Charles Patterson. He was
not able to take a first-class passage, and he was afraid to bear his
own name lest by some chance it should reach the eye of Mr. Haverleigh,
who would thus be put on the alert. So he bore cheerfully all the
annoyances and discomforts of a steerage passage, kept himself very
quiet, and mostly aloof from all his companions but one, a Swiss lad who
spoke French, and who willingly taught and talked with the young
American so anxious to learn.