At the Mercy of TiberiusEvans, Augusta J. (Augusta Jane)
History
At the Mercy of Tiberius
Evans, Augusta J. (Augusta Jane)
Rome -- History -- Tiberius, 14-37 -- Fiction
He caught his breath, and the blood ebbed from his lips, but he hurled
aside the suggestion as though it were a coiled viper.
"Life has for you one charm which will successfully hold death at bay.
Love has sustained you thus far; it will lend wings to the years that
must ultimately bring the recompense for which you long, the sight of
him whose crime you expiate."
He could not understand the peculiar smile that parted her lips, nor
the far-away, preoccupied expression that crept into her sad eyes.
"Nevertheless I have decided to make my will. I desire that in every
detail it shall duplicate the provisions of the instrument I am
punished for having stolen and destroyed; and I charge you to write it
so carefully, that when all the legacies shall have been paid, the
residue of the estate cannot fail to reach the hands of the son for
whom it was intended. To Mr. Prince Darrington I give and bequeath,
mark you now, ALL MY RIGHT AND TITLE to the fortune left by Gen'l
Darrington."
"Before I pledge myself to execute this commission, I wish you to know
that of such testamentary disposition of your estate, I should become
remotely a beneficiary. Mr. Darrington has asked my only sister to be
his wife, and their marriage is contingent merely on his financial
ability to maintain her comfortably. Mine is scarcely the proper hand
to pour the rich stream of your possessions into his empty coffers."
"I am well aware of the tie that binds your sister and Mr. Darrington."
"Since when have you known it?"
"No prison walls are sufficiently thick to turn the stream of gossip;
it trickles, oozes through all barriers. Exactly when or how I became
acquainted with your family secret is not germane to the subject under
consideration."
"Cognizant of the fact that Gen'l Darrington's adopted son was my
prospective brother-in-law, you have paid me the compliment of
believing that selfish, pecuniary motives incited my zeal in securing
your prosecution, for the loss of the fortune I coveted? Your heart
garners that insult to me?"
The only storm signal that defied his habitual control, was the intense
glow in his eyes where an electric spark rayed out through the blue
depths.
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