On the deck of a noble steamer outward bound, Lora Mainwaring leaned
upon her husband's arm and waved a fond farewell to her mother and
sister who watched her tearfully from the shore.
Captain Mainwaring was about to make his first voyage as the commander
of the vessel, and his wife chose to go with him, declaring that she
feared the dangers of the sea far less than the anguish of a second
separation from her husband.
Yet the tears stood thickly in her eyes as she clasped the dimpled hand
of her little son and watched those two sad figures on the shore--the
beloved mother and sister whom she was leaving for long and weary
months--and it might be, for who could tell--perhaps forever!
Two months had passed since the eventful day when Lora had returned to
the dear ones who mourned her as dead--two months of passionate
happiness to her, yet crowded with bitterness and humiliation to her
beautiful and high-spirited sister.
For yet again had the fabulous fortune of the old millionaire changed
hands, and Howard Templeton was victor now.
Her passionate revenge, her perilous secret belonged to the world now.
It was as Howard had said. He could not have spared her if he would, for
Jack Mainwaring was filled with rage and scorn at the knowledge that
Xenie had made his innocent child the instrument of a wicked revenge.
Passionate and impulsive, and hating his wife's relations with cordial
good will, Jack lost no time in spreading the story to the winds.
The day came when a bitter impulse moved him to repentance, but it was
too late to undo his work.
"You were very wrong, Jack," little Lora said to him, tearfully; "you
should have remembered that it was not for her sake alone my sister
planned and carried out the deception. She gained her revenge, but she
also saved my name from obloquy. When you rail so bitterly against her,
do not forget that I also lent myself to the deception in my cowardly
fear of the world's censure."
So Captain Mainwaring was slowly brought to take a more reasonable view
of the case. He apologized bluntly but heartily to Xenie, and she
forgave with him an almost apathetic indifference.
For the beautiful and passionate woman was changed now almost beyond
belief. Even as she had hastened to be revenged on Howard Templeton for
her wrongs, she now made haste to offer restitution. He had no need to
contend for his rights. Every dollar of which she had defrauded him was
now legally restored to him again.
And when that act of restitution was accomplished, Xenie fell into
strange and dangerous apathy. The idle tongues of the world wagged
busily, but she of whom they gabbled remained secluded in her beautiful
home, silent, thoughtful, sufficient unto herself, heedless alike, it
seemed, of their praise or blame.
But the sorrowing mother who daily condemned herself for her share in
the trouble, as she anxiously watched her daughter, saw that her
delicate cheek was growing thin and white, the brilliant lustre was
fading from the mournful black eyes, the musical voice had a subtle tone
of weariness. How could it be otherwise when she had lost so much at one
fell stroke of fate?
Fortune, revenge, the world's applause, even the little child whom she
had loved almost as her own, had slipped from her clasp in an hour, and
left her empty-handed on the bleak shores of fate.
She did not know what to do with her blank and ruined life, and her
empty heart whose idols all lay shattered in the dust.
So she went her way in silence, not caring to look back, not daring to
look forward. For what was left to her now? Nothing but life in a world
that seemed to have ended for her forever--life "more pathetic than
death."
So, as she turned her dim eyes away from the gallant ship that was
bearing Lora so swiftly away from her native land, she said in a voice
that was sadder than tears:
"Let us go home, mother."
And while Lora went sailing away over the blue summer sea, beneath the
smiling sky of June, they turned their faces homeward.
* * * * *
"Aunt Egerton!"
"Yes, dear," said the elegant woman of fashion, rising with a rustling
of silk and lace to greet her niece. "It is I. I came early on purpose
to go with you and see little Lora off, but you were already gone. I
would have followed you, but they told me I should be too late. So I
waited for you here."
Then she rustled back to her seat again and there ensued an embarrassed
silence.
For this was the first time that Mrs. Egerton had crossed the threshold
since the story of Xenie's revenge and its ultimate failure had become
known to the carping world.
She, in common with the world, had been terribly shocked by the
disclosure, and had been in full accord with society when it turned its
back upon its whilom beautiful favorite.
Now, as she sat there in the rich arm-chair of violet velvet, with all
the prestige of her rank and wealth about her, she shrank uneasily
before the half-veiled scorn in the beautiful, dusky eyes of the woman
who sat opposite regarding her with a cold, inquiring glance.
Turning to her sister-in-law, Mrs. Carroll, she engaged her in a little
desultory chat while she recovered her self-possession.
"So Lora has gone on a voyage with her husband?"
"Yes," Mrs. Carroll said, briefly.
She was silently wondering to herself what had brought her proud
sister-in-law to Xenie's house after she had, in the world's parlance,
so completely "cut" her.
"Is she quite happy?" continued Mrs. Egerton, patronizingly.
She had a private opinion that no one could be happy in such a
misalliance as Lora had made, but she forbore to air her secret views
for the benefit of her auditors.
"Lora is perfectly happy, I believe," was the confident answer.
"Ah, I am very glad. Her story has been as romantic as a novel. I am
pleased to hear that it has ended in the same happy fashion."
Then she turned to Mrs. St. John.
"Xenie, I expect you were surprised to find me here this morning. You
must have thought----"
She paused here, a little disconcerted by the steady fire of the proud,
dark eyes that gravely regarded her.
"Ah, well," she resumed in a moment, with a little laugh, "I have been
sadly vexed with you, Xenie. Who could help it? I had been so proud of
you, and hoped such great things for you, I could hardly bear it when I
learned to what length your passion had carried you."
She paused in sheer pity as she saw the blush of shame flashing suddenly
into those white cheeks.
"Well, never mind," she continued, with a significant smile. "All is not
lost yet. We will not recall the past. But I wish to talk to your
mother. Won't you gather a bunch of your beautiful roses for me, dear,
while we have our little chat?"
Glad of an excuse for leaving the room, Xenie turned away, followed by a
smile of blended triumph and cunning from her maneuvering aunt.
She ran down the marble steps at one side of the house that led into the
beautiful rose-garden that lay glowing and blushing under the balmy sky
of June.
Running down the graveled path, she stopped short very suddenly, and a
low cry escaped her lips:
"Howard Templeton!"