Clergy -- Fiction; Love stories; Mistaken identity -- Fiction; United States -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
Since the daring feat in the automobile, the tone of the gossip had
changed. His name was no longer connected with the sluice robberies. The
lucky find, too, constituted a material boom for Smoky Mountain and
bettered the stock in its hydraulic enterprises, and this had been
written on the credit side of the ledger. Opinion, so all-powerful in a
new community, had altered. Devlin had abruptly ordered from his place
one who had done no more than to repeat his own earlier gibes, and even
Michael Halloran, the proprietor of the Mountain Valley House, had given
countenance to the more charitable view championed by Tom Felder. All
this he who had been the outcast could not guess, but he felt the change
with satisfaction.
As he gazed up the slope, all gloriously afire with the marvellous
frost-hues of the autumn--dahlia crimsons, daffodil golds and maple
tints like the flames of long-sought desires--toward the glass roof that
sparkled on the ridge above, one comfort warmed his breast. If it had
been the subtle stirring of blood kinship, the blind instinct of love,
that had drawn him to that nocturnal house-breaking, not the lawless
appetence of the natural criminal! Whether his father was indeed there
he must discover.
Till the sun was low he sat in the cabin thinking. At length he called
the dog and fastened it in its accustomed place, and began slowly to
climb the steep ascent. When he came to a certain vine-grown trail that
met the main path, he turned aside. Here lay the spot where he had first
spoken with her, face to face. Here she had told him there was nothing
in his past which could not be buried and forgotten!
As he parted the bushes and stepped into the narrow space beside the
jutting ledge, he stopped short with an exclamation. The place was no
longer a tangle of vines. A grave had been lately made there, and behind
it, fresh-chiseled in the rock, was a statue: a figure seated, chin on
hand, as if regarding the near-by mound. As in a dream he realized that
its features were his own. Awestruck, the living man drew near.
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