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E“ de stars fell down, I ’member it well, at I don’t know do year I was born in, Butlgoes byastardatneber has fell, So I’ll meet ye, honey! in de mornin’. l mind back yonder in old Tennessee How do speculators come without a warn- in But now’I’se a waitin' for de Lord to come for me . And I‘ll meet ye, honey! in de mormn‘. What hab I done dat do Lord let me stay A waitin’ so long for de dawnin’? The earth is gettin’ dark and a fadin’ away, But I’ll meet ye, honey! in do mornin’. Dcn‘tcry, chile! I must say good night, For your mammy’s done had a warnin’, To close up do shutter and put out de light, But I’ll meet ye, honey! in do mornin’. AN ANONYMOUS LETTER By Edgar Fuwcett. CHAPTER I. STRANGE school is that we call life. In it Destiny is not a lenient task-master for many of us. But for ' some ofus he wields a rod of iron, indeed, or perhaps one might better call it a whip of scorpions, like the mythic Corinna’s in the Greek tales. Not long ago there lived in alonely, old‘ fashioned New York house 4 which traffic ,and enter- ‘ - y [â€" prise have removed from the once almost somnolent region of Waverley placeapale woman, with traces of remarkable beauty, whose hair was quite white although she had not yet reached the age of fifty. Long ago she had inherited the house from her father, but she had never aired to dwell there until a certain crowning misfortune of her days «used her to seek it, almost as one might seek a nunnery or monastery, and bide inabsolute social seclus- ion with two trusted servants. There was nothing morbid in this resolve. She wn rich, and quietly dispensed large Bumsin charity, personally visiting hospitals, and often finding her way to the squalid hanes of those whom her purse could aid or her presence cheer. But as for the world of mat and women with whom she had once ndngled, all that became wholly dead toher, and for excellent reason, accordingte hér own belief. “I have tried faithfully throughout my en- tire life,” she would sometimes muse, amid those long, slow years of the retirement that preceded her death, “to serve duty and shrink from all wrong. And yet nothing but sorrow has proved my reward! I have been brought into the very closest contact withthree men. OneI dearly loved; for one I felt a boundless friendship; to one I gavea compassion, so deep that it almost mombled love. Yet each has left with me memories that are horrors, and each iii his way has dealt my spirit the bitterest of. wounds.” Her giftas a musician had always been arming, and music now consoled her through manyalaggard hour. She had a amallpiano of exquisite tone, and seated before this she would sometimes seem to be totalling and rehearsing through the plain- tive melodies of Schumann. Chopin or Schu hath all the strange grief and inflexible doom of her astonishing past. Her name before marriage had been Hdena Hamilton. The only child of .a wealthy father. who idolized her to the verge of folly, she had reached maidenhood without knowing what it meant to have a single wish crossed. When, suddenly, one thy, sho told her father that she desired to marry her music teacher. a young English- m named Justin Worcester, the an- nouncement was a fearful shock. But Mr. Hamilton quickly rallied from it. After all, ithad only been somewhat as though his Hdena had asked for the moon. If she had really asked for that luminary he might al- most have consulted with some noted as- traiomer on the pOssibility of securing it fit her. As it was he made a wry face and gave her to J ustin Worcaster. He permitted himlf sorrowfully to add, however, “I did hope, Helena, that your cousin Tall- madge Van Dyke, would have found favor withyou.” “Dear papa,” she answered, “he never ought it.” And within two months, having thefull paternal szmction, she was married toher music teacher in Grace Church. hit she had been wrong as to Tallmadge Van Dyke not having cared for her. The engagement was a fearful blow to him. He 1‘ not a first cousin of Helena, but a wash: twice removed. He had loved her for mymouths past and had been debarred from telling her so simply because of the my seen wish on her father’s part that 6e should become his wife. Tallmadge was . and sensitive. He had never cared fa society, though it had opened its arms tollim asa gentleman of leisure with an in- a'nne handsome ifnothugeandafaceand m which marked him alike for good looks was: Worcester, as Tallmadge nctw ’ reflected, was a young man with tvn’cehis own personal attractions. These alone, the kinsman of Helena decided, had medhimto win the hand of his young ’ Of course, passionawa argued Tall- mage, Helenahad been invelgled‘ (and her fntheras well) by a mere adventuring for- tune-hunter. In a little while all would be thin. , Worcester, with hiscprly blond Edit: . analysdenrundfleet. _ .__.. basement hOuse uptown, which was a haunt of delightful taste and culture. This gentleman was Mr. Oswald Blagden, and hisage was certainly ten years more thanthat of Helena’s husband. It waste him, as Justin Worcester frankly and freely said, that he owed all his proficiency in music. Blagden (a. tall gray man with scin- tillant black eyes and a most distinguished general appearance) had come to America for the purpose of placing on the New York stage an opera of his own, composition which had enjoyed fair success abroad. Hephad felt very hepeful at first about the success ra here, but soon he discovered of the ope that, even if performed, there would be slight chance for it, as it aimed at some- thing better than triviality. Blagden was not without certain means of his own, and through -the aid of Mr. and Mrs. Worcester he secured a few highly de- sirable pupils. Then, in a little while he cameto live with Justin and his wife. This plan Helena herself had one day proposed, and her husband warmly seconded it. At first 318ng drew back from the prOposi- tion, grateful and yet reluctant. He stam- mered at least ten polite excuses to Justin for not accepting it, but there was not a reel excuse in any of them. Finally a vision of Helena in all her gentle loveliness conquer- ed him. This Blagden was no longer a young man, but he had never met a woman of such enthralling presence. Now and than he would tell himselfthat her musical endow- ments formed for him her chief charm; then, soon afterwards, he would realize that the was false, and that if she had not had a note of music in her soul he would have been cap- tivated just the same. No sooner had be gone to live in the same home with her than he regretted the step, though neither Justin nor Helena dreamed that his happinem had not ip all ways been materially augmented. J ustm Worcester was a man of strongly jealous temperament, and yet, as time went on, he failed altogether to perceive that the world had marked him out for either the most complaisaut or hoodwinked of hus- Of course Tallmadge Van Dyke was among the first to hear scandalous minors. He went to the home of the Won-casters, and during each visit carefully watched. These visits took place in the evening, and Oswald Blagden was nearly always, at such times, in the drawing-room with Helena. They pinged Chopin and Mendelssohn together, often for an hour or two at a time con- versed in murmurs. The hum of their low voices would reach Justin Worcester where he sat in his library writing or reading. Since marriage had brought him entire financial ease, he had devoted himself'to thewritingof a history of music, a most ambitious work and one whose wide-sweep- ing design necessitated earnest labor and keen research. Justin was quite willing to give it both; his task had already pene- trated him with enthusiasm; he used laugh- ingly to saythat he was one of those com- monplace musicians whoare born only to record the glories of their batters. Now and then he would call from hislibrary to Helena and Blagden. “Come in,” he would say, “and hear me read this that I’ve just finished.” And they would obey his summons, admiring or disapproving, as the writer‘s point of view pleased them or did not please. Occasionally there would be musical parties at their pretty home, and thme forsook his manuscript to shine among his own andhis wife’s guests, as the truly charming man he was. While he de- voted himself more to hishistory, music in a practical sense interested himthe less. He loved to write about it and did not care half so greatly to hear it. Doubtless for this reason Helena to that she and Oswald Blagden sho attend certain concerts together. This arrange- ment won Justin’s ready and hearty consent. “It’sso good of you, dear Oswald,” he once said to his friend. “I am the worst and most neglectful of husbands, and your kind- ness heaps coals of fire on my head.” “Goals that I shall put out!” cried Helena, who was present; and having passed to her husband’s side, she wreathed his head with hotharms whileheremained seated, stoop- ingandkissinghis temples and brow, and for a few seconds resembling the picture of Isabella with her pot of basil. “You’re the best and most loving of husbands,” she con- tinued. And then, suddenly appealing to Blagden: “Is he not?” she asked. “He is everything you describe him, and more bSldes," was Blagden’s reply. “Oh, you two humbugsl” laughed Justin. “It’s lucky I‘m not a jealous husband as well." Helen echoed his laugh. “I’ve the best rightto be jealous,” she said, “with that manuscript absorbing you so! Haven’t I, Oswald!” (She called Blagden by his first name nowadays; it seemed sonatural to her, since'her husband did the same.) After thisgranted request on the part of hiswifeJustin would mend aft least three evenings of each week alone in the lib with his cherished work. He had never cared for the theatre, and now he grew equally indifferent to all socml‘ entertain- ments. Thus it Happened that Helena not only went to musical affairs with Blagden but that they drifted out together for difler- ent purposes of diversion. People saw them in each other’s company and gossip grew like rank grass. Mean- while Helena was innocent of the least guile, and_if the friend of her husband had dared tobreatheawordofpassionin her ear she !would have shrunk back from him with error. â€"â€" CHAPTER II. 'I‘allznadge Van Dyke,ha.vingwatch had drawn his inferences. Yes, he confided, Helena was stainlessly innocent. As for OswaldBlagden, the repose and quiet self- :lommand oénthazngem defeated his ‘osestscru y. ' ' Talhnadgefe'lt himselfconmmed with mowing andindig- nanthatredofJusfinWomster. Itsaaned to him the worst atrocity tint this man, whom fate had so blemedbygivinghim sucha wife ”Helena, should hold harin mob insolent ‘ There were times when he even thought bittera'things regard- mghimwhohadmarriedthe onewomand allctheisintheworldcapabledmakinghis J i jest of those who proffer you their outward respect, forbehind the mockery of all such side. There ' hounwh mi . almost a hat. mm nerves a mu m." 3%ka Mal-WEE}: monumental» guts. ,to mam-l! drifter. one not? name whomand with what in” 5h” 5“- “an"?mufiw'mt wfifi’th‘ifii? a. Mwumun " " '-on".l~mm".ur we; mm m. minimum life. Atacu'hln he made. Hewaastlllliatfilfl'mqiirg WSW” m m vingmarkedlyahated. Eli-ed room mommmtwmnommw 'writingtofiemanilwhen his?“ ommmnahomw M he lacked [within it mm‘ Scarcely ecmdous'ofwkat be dldhe Wilma-whaling! dealt meadow andeeatdhhnaelf m MW“ autumn-nami- ., it. Themwithahandofperfeetm- it 'intoane‘n ”he: 'lli m MhebogmalettartoJustinWm. “1'1“?quan ‘ _ It was a merciless massive, indeed, dishearhandwlim , ell“!!! ”WWW andwrittenasthoughaomeeoldobserver discoveredhisl “9‘09““le I of Justin’s heusehold surroundings had m. II '9 . chosentodlscuminit hisbelievedblindnem ‘Thoeffeetofhia I I Hi_ on to treat the current reports and slurs concerning Helena and Blagden. stand 00-day.” one sentence ran, “in the lightofahusbaud who willingly turns his backupon what many another husband has shedbloodfor whenhediscovered it.”A.nda second sentence ran thu‘s: “You are the lip service lies their convictibn that you are either terribly fooled or terribly indulgent. Tallmadgehad finished hisletterwhenho nap. The sickman rose, thrustinghlsreoent work into a compartment of the desk. As he did so a giddinus came uponhim. Edi-11° nurse, shocked and dismayed, had almost to support him back to bed. Hisrecovery was delayed because 01 $110 etforthe had used, audit wasnot untila fortnight later that he was suficiently re- coveredto leave the house. Weeks elapsed, however, before became acrossthe letter writteninhissemi-delirium and then he found that his memory 0‘ hav- ing composed and transcribed it was almost as vague as the airy incident of some dream. To his amazement the caligraphy did not at allremmblehisown. Asifbymaligninâ€" spiration, he had wrought every stroke with an amazm' g secretive skill. Astonished, even disgusted, hewasonthevergeoftearingup the sheets which contained it, for the send- ing of an anonymous letter he had always held to be cowardly beyond words. But this extraordmary’ work of a brain and hand in the clutch of feverâ€"work which normal conditions of health would never have en- abled him to accomplishâ€"affected him with a sinister fascination; and m' stead of destroy- ing the curious lines he placed them under lock and key. Onhisrecovery, asduring his illness, Helena was sympathy itself. She gave a. con- gratulatory dinner in his honor and invited only such people as she felt sure he would wishtemeet. And yet, as Tallmadge well knew, those very people had often flung her name from liptolip, and with that heart- less derision, too, which scandal so dann' gly employs when guilt is unproven while inno- cence has been doubted. Never having liked Justin Worcester since he became the husband of his cousin, Tall- madge found this evening, a new reason fordisliking him. In a conversation which these two men held over their cigars, after theladies had gone from the dining-room, Justin struck his listener as the very essence of self-satisfied efirontery. This was not may the case; Justin only spoke with naturalwarmthandfeeling ofhis own do mastic happiness. When he praised the wifely duteousness of Helena, Tallmadge almost ground his teeth; but when he referred to Blagden in terms of affectionate interest, and added carelemly yet mean- ingly, “He’ssokind abbut going to places with Helena and never complains, dear old fellow, any more than she does at my lazi- ness innot going," then it seemed to Tall- madge, for a few turbid seconds, as though fie must strike the speaker on his impudent ps. That night he drank more wine than at any time since his illnem and its eflect upon him was by no means mild. He went home, and unlocking a certain compartment of his desk, took from it the anonymous letter which he had written Justin Worcester. “Send it,” whispered a tempting voice. The handwriting, as he now reassured himself, was marvellously disguised. Could he imi- tate it’in the way of a. superscription on an envelope! No, he soon concluded; but he could print Justin's name with pen and ink, and this he had soon done. But even after he had inclosed the letter Within the envelope thus directed, he had no fixed intent of really despatching it. For a long time he sat and gazed down upon it, with both hands supporting his bowed heed: Nearly all this while temptation was growmg stronger in his soul. At last he roseand presently he had left the house. Dunng the next ten minutes the letter was irrevocably posted. On the following day, with cleared mind and moderated pulses, he became the prey of acute remorse. What had he done, he asked himself, except an act of the most un- manly basenessl And if this act bore no fruit more evil than that of his own self- contempt, would not such dark product alone be forceful enough to eflect sternly his entire fnttn-e life! But the fruit which it bore was far bit- terer than that. Justin Worcester was seated in his h'brary, at work on his histo' ry, when the letter came to him. He opened it, read it through and turned white as death. Only a few minutes ago his wife had entered the room, clad in street costume. She was ing to a picture show with Blagden, she said, She looked specmll' y pretty. He shut his eyes as he recalled her appearan‘ cc, and the imageeametohimwithanewand frightful irony investing it. The side-light fromainearwindow had struck her hair in thisway, bringing from it certain peculiar hazel ghmm' ers that he loved. She had worn gloves of a special tawny tint; he could see those gloves now; the‘kid was of that un- dressed sort he hadalwayslikedumd she had a cluster of violets at her bosom. He smelt those violets amid his torture. “I’m gbing with Oswald,” she had said. How the echoes of her voice pierced his brain. “We shall be back for luncheon, of course,” she had pub sued, in hem-tweet voice, full of its dear char- acteris‘ tic ehunes‘ and accords. He rose, staggering. He had never been a man of much moral or mental strength; He‘pmed intellect, it is true, but slight vmle powerwentwith it. The surge of conviction that now swept through his soul (made him feel that he stood on the verge of madness. His memory darted through a hundred past incidents recent or more re- mote. Scme men would have been agouined by murderous lo He was notâ€"he scarcely thought ofBlagden. It wascfher hethoughgofherwhcm hehadalmost deified in his allegiance, his confidence, his worship. Some weak people are strangely and he was one of them. A hor- rible sense of culpability beset him. If it weretrue,criedhisconscience, then hewa's toblameforit even more th'ans'he. "Ybs, headles,mlserablyself-abaorbed. m". Butwasittruet Wefl,hew, :0 .. mmmmdflmfihfiht: .Quitflngthe housuhe visitedinanccd- nputln-u perscmwhomhemm.u- heft-lads. 'I‘wowmmfui,” ”3.1.. ‘4 59 would learn from other: W wildfi- , :M'which' ‘ . '17-; . hehaanhegheM ”wit bodilyprostrationthatthreatemdha’life. Blagden. Sincetbe otherbusbuudhe hadceasedtoliveiu mohausowith herself. When they' their place of meetingwashere Holmium! sent forhim. She lookedexcgsively pale and “We must not speakvery long W,” shesoonsaidtohim. “The docton forbid it.” “Ashorttime,” he aid, in reverent un- dertone, “is so much bettu'thaunotat ‘11.” “1â€"1 wanted to aakyou a question.” Ibo recommenced. “Me! What question!" “This: whenpoor Justm' and I and YO“ were being babbled about by the busybodiea andgossipsofthewq-ld,didyou howthat we were the object of slander!” Placid though her look was, it somehow made him recoil. “If,” be {altered “Why, yes. Ihadheardthatfoolish ‘01! were talking, don’t you know! I couldn’t help being aware”â€" “You should not have gone on as you did, then,” she broke in, with reproof equally dominantinhergane and tone “You did wrongnottotellmeâ€"not totellbim. You were our friend. We trusted you.” “Ah,” with a sudden impetm he exclaim- ed, “ifI had spoken it would have sealed my own doom. You and Jmtin would have forcedmetolive elsewhere Thepricewaa too costly a one; I could not, nould not pay it, Helena, for I loved you, I love you still, with an undying pasdon! 1'"â€" “Hush,” she said, and In her voice the noteof reproofcontinued, yet a great and vetoing command went with it. “What you tellmeisthe confedonofadarktreachery. You admit that you knew of those horrible consume, unfounded as they were, yetyonnever spoke. Ah, it is almostas darkntmachery,”she wanton, “eathatof the unknown writer of megoathsome anony- mous letter which killed my poor, foolish Justin!” Shesurveyedhim now withascorn which pierced him all the more because such utter grief was its accompaniment. “You never spoke,” the reputed, and then, with afewstepsthatwereao insecureastomake him dart towards her in fear of her falling, she turned and songhtthe door by which she hadenteredtheroom. Just as he reached herabeseemedto grow steadiar and more controlled of mien. “Helena," he cried. “We shall meetagain. You don’tmean that you dismiss me from you forever.” “Forever,” she with one lifted hand waving him away. “You knew and you might have saved him! .You might have saved him through me!” Her eyes blazed on Blagden for an instant and he saw her lip curl. “As if 1, hi loving wife," she went on, “would have htthem sayaudthink those hideous things md I only known!” Then her manner changed to one of intense sorrow, had tremulously iterating. “Had I only known; had I only known!” she passed fromthesightofhimwho watched her and posed from his sight for the last time in Blagden‘r life. , Soon afterwards he quit-ted New Yorkand his subsequent place it abode was never really known. Some people stated that he went to live in the Far West;others that he had returned to Englani and had resettled himself in the quiet village, not far from Leeds, where he was bom. But the precise carats-of his whereaboutanevor actually trans- P Meanwhile the pangs “self-accusation were mm Tillmndgo Van Dyke. He would ; have realized clearly the cause of Justin Worcester’s death, even if an interview with Helena had not disclosed it to him. But thatinterview wasaum-dealofkeenest ter- ment, and after having laid it he kept call- ing himself in thought a. murderer thousands oftimes. Thefeverfromwhichhe had be. lieved himself thomughlyto have recovered came back in a milder and intermittent form. It was one of those obstin'ate semi- nervous complaints which bafle the sharpest Vigilance or science. Tellmgdge was not againprostratedby it, butdreading such re- sult he sought a phfiichn of acetamin- ence. . The judgment which he heard struck him as deplorably commonplace. “Your system 3 is much run down, Mr. Van Dyke,” the re- i “You - nowned medical grandee told him. need thorough change of air, and I should recommend a trip to Egypt, with an entire Winter passed on the Nile” Tallmadge was about to consider this counsel seriously when Helena again sum- monedhim. “Yousee,”shesaid,asshe gave him her hand. “I am infinitely better than when you met me last. But you”â€" and then she paused, regarding him with eyes that were two tender stars of pity. “I am not well,” murmured T “A touchofmyold tumble hureturnedto me.” Ashe spoke he was deeply moved by admiration of her renewed loveliness more interesting than of old because her never-te- be-forgotten bereavement had cast about her,as it were, a delicate and indefinable filmofsadnes, like thatelusive ham which blendsitselfwithtbeaunshine of some per- fect Autumn day. ' “No, my dear cousin,” she said, “you sure- ly need less gloomy companionship than mine.” “Your companionship is never gloomy,” he replied, with a sombre sort of gallantry thatsheansweredbyapathetic littlelmile. “Ah!” Helena mrmrnod. “I meant to askyosradvi youraidan a very melanâ€" choly matter. incantto ask”â€"and here she broke off with forlorn shakesofthehead. “But, no; let us speak of Have You consulted any doctor ofkte,'l‘all- madge!” “Yea.” he mid. way. “This melan- . has with to shattered heath. Thatwasallv welllnitawaymutitw'u mundane mthoughncked' W'- ‘m ,on run-node hear-Helena mnbjmw‘.’ '“Imntedto‘dk you,” sho quml M'WNW . forum A do ' t l i a pig . g,“ : Elf E is 0 :5 9: iii g? 5.5 ES ER 52;? 2E5 BEES? E E E. i 5 i E i thecushionsofthemovingcarriage. Onoeuhomeagahhenakreudvedupcn new Museums-”gut Ham ed the Hardware Business 0 mercanmns. is me. an. li' . 1!, mm largely a. mi pom‘whenacertninlengtb oftimehad lapsed, she should forget Justin’s cruel death! 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