Blind -- Fiction; Guardian and ward -- Fiction; Love stories; Marriage -- Fiction; Mental illness -- Fiction
"There IS an obstacle, Edith--a mighty obstacle, I could trample
it down if I would, and there is none to question the act; but,
Edith, I dare not do you this wrong."
His voice was more natural now, and Nina, lifting up her head,
crept closely to him, whispering softly, "Good boy, you will do
right."
His long, white fingers threaded her sunny hair, and this was all
the token he gave that he was conscious of her presence.
"Don't you know now, Edith, what it is which stands between us?"
he asked; and Edith answered, "It is Nina, but how I do not
understand."
Arthur groaned a sharp, bitter groan, and rocking to and fro
replied, "Must I tell you? Won't you ever guess until I do? Oh,
Edith, Edith--put the past and present together--remember the
picture found in my room when you were a little girl, the picture
of Nina Bernard; think of all that has happened; my dread to meet
with Richard, though that you possibly did not know; my foolish
fear, lest you should know of Nina; her clinging devotion to me;
my brotherly care for her; Richard's story of the one single
marriage ceremony he ever performed, where the bride's curls were
like these," and he lifted Nina's golden ringlets. "You hear me,
don't you?"
He knew she did, for her bosom was heaving with choking sobs as if
her soul were parting from the body; her breath came heavily from
between her quivering lips, and her eyes were riveted upon him
like coals of living fire. Yes, he knew she heard, and he only
questioned her to give himself another moment ere he cut asunder
the last chord and sent her drifting out upon the dark sea of
despair.
"Edith--Edith--Edith," and with each word he hugged Nina closer to
him, so close that she gave a cry of pain, but he did not heed it;
he hardly knew he held her--his thoughts were all for the poor,
wretched girl, rising slowly to her feet. "Edith, you surely
understand me now. The obstacle between us is---; oh, Nina, say it
for me, tell her what you are to me."
"I know," and Edith Hastings stood tall and erect before him,
"NINA IS YOUR WIFE."
Nina looked up and smiled, while Edith crossed her arms upon her
breast, and waited for him to answer.
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