Christian life -- Fiction; Missing persons -- Fiction
"There is absolutely nothing against him," replied the judge. "He is
free to hold up his head with any man."
The chauffeur had by this time been sent off in the car to Mrs.
Potter’s, with instructions to bring Mr. Barker back with him at once to
Sea View Cottage. Gerald had already started on his six-mile walk to
the railway, but it was not long before the motor had overtaken the
traveller, and a note from Madelaine put into her husband’s hands,
bidding him come to her without delay.
It was a joyful reunion when at length Gerald made his appearance at the
cottage, and the glad tidings were broken to the exiled man. Again and
again he had to be told the details of the marvellous story, while he
listened hungrily, his eyes glittering with new hope and his cheeks
flushed with the emotion which he did not seek to hide.
"Is it indeed true that I can live out the rest of my life openly before
all?" he said at last, "with no haunting spectre dogging my steps or
barring the way to rest and happiness? What these past years have been
to me in their utter misery, no one will ever know. I feel as if a
crushing burden had been suddenly lifted off, and my heart is light once
more. Oh, Madelaine, we need talk no more of separation. It is as if
the sunshine had all at once flooded our future. Please God it may be a
very happy one both for us and our little son. As long as I live, I can
never praise Him enough for what He has done!"
For some time did the little company remain, talking over the many
eventful circumstances of the past.
"I never could make out why Mr. Field always seemed to be in such a
fright, as if something was hanging over him," said Ben. "The worst
thing I laid to his charge was some sort of forgery, to which I had
unwittingly put my hand. The suspicion of a crime did not enter my
head, as I had no idea there had been any talk of Wattie’s death. Many
a time have I seen the old man and talked with him since the day when
all this coil began. I had no cause to question what Field told me, and
believed he was merely sleeping off the double effects of the drink and
the blow when we went off that morning, and never imagined there had
ever been any serious danger at all. He was very indignant with us for
deserting him as we did, and no wonder, for he was only just breathing
when some lumber-men happened to come in, and looked after him like good
Samaritans for a day or two till he got better. He was afraid of being
left alone in the hut after that, and soon went off to a married
daughter in Toronto, where he has been ever since. I suppose that is
why Mr. Field did not come across him again, and so never doubted that
he was actually dead, as might well have been the case had he been left
to our tender mercies."
"Do you realize now what your position is in regard to your little
property in California?" asked Mr. Pratt at last. He turned to Gerald
and looked at him with an amused smile as he put the question.
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