Mystery fiction; Race relations -- Fiction; Southern States -- Fiction
Edward drifted for several days upon the tide of the thoughts that came
over him. He felt a singular disinclination to face the world again. He
knew that as life goes he had acquitted himself manfully and that
nothing remained undone that had been his duty to perform. He was
sensible of a feeling of deep gratitude to the old general for his
active and invaluable backing; without it he realized then that he would
have been drawn into a pitfall and the opportunity for defense gone. He
did not realize, however, how complete the public reaction had been
until card after card had been left at Ilexhurst and the postman had
deposited congratulatory missives by the score. One of these contained
notice of his election to the club.
Satisfactory as was all this he put aside the social and public life
into which he had been drawn, conscious that, while the affront to him
had been resented and rendered harmless, he himself was as much in the
dark as ever; that as a matter of fact he was without name and family,
without right to avail himself of the generous offers laid at his door.
Despite his splendid residence, his future, his talents and his prestige
as a man of honor, he was--nobody; an accident of fate; a whim of an
eccentric old man.
He should not involve any one else in the possibility of ruin. He should
not let another share his danger. There could be no happiness with this
mystery hanging over him.
Soon after his return, while his heart was yet sore and disturbed, he
had received a note from Mary. She wrote:
"We suffer greatly on your account. Poor papa was bound down by
circumstances with which you are familiar, though he would gone
to you at any cost had it been necessary. In addition his
health is very delicate and he has been facing a heavy
sorrow--now realized at last! Poor little mamma's eyesight is
gone--forever, probably. We are in deep distress, as you may
imagine, for, unused as yet to her misfortune, she is quite
helpless and needs our constant care, and it is pitiful to see
her efforts to bear up and be cheerful.
"I need not tell you how I have sorrowed over the insult and
wrongs inflicted upon you by a cowardly connection of our
family, nor how anxious I was until the welcome news of your
safety reached us. We owe you much, and more now since you were
made the innocent victim of a plot aimed to destroy papa's
chances.
"It is unbearable to think of your having to stand up and be
shot at in our behalf; but oh, how glad I am that you had the
old general with you. Is he not noble and good? He is quite
carried away with you and never tires of talking of your
coolness and courage. He says everything has ended beautifully
but the election, and he could remedy that if papa would
consent, but nothing in the world could take papa away from us
now, and if he had been elected his resignation would have
speedily followed.
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