Detective and mystery stories; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction
"The organization," said he, "is a secret one and its code is
self-sacrifice. To the band of noble men and women, of whose integrity
and far-reaching purpose you can judge little from the whinings of a
love-sick girl, life and all personal gratifications are as dust in the
balance against the preservation and advancement of universal happiness
and the great Cause. I thought my sister, young as she was, sufficiently
great-minded to comprehend this and sufficiently great-hearted to do the
society's bidding with joy at the sacrifice. But I found her lacking,
and--" He stopped and almost lost himself again, but roused and cried
with sudden fire, "Tell what I did, Georgian."
"You took my duty on yourself," she conceded, but coldly. "That was
brotherly; that was noble, if you had not exacted a vow from me in
return, destined to lay waste my whole life. Released from this one great
duty, I was to hold myself ready to fulfil all others. At the lift of a
hand--a finger--I was to leave whatever held me and go after the one who
beckoned in the name of the Cause. No circumstances were to be
considered; no other human duty or affection. If it were to enter upon a
fuller and more adventurous life, well and good; if it were to encounter
death and the cessation of all earthly things, that was well too, and a
good to be embraced with ardor. Obedience was all, and obedience at a
mere signal! I took the oath and then--"
"Yes, _then_--" emphasized Hazen in wavering but peremptory tones.
"He told me what had led to all this misery. That as yet this compact was
between us two, and us two only. That he had considered my youth, and in
speaking of me to the Chief had held back my name even while promising
my assistance. That he should continue to consider it, by keeping my name
in reserve till he had returned from his mission, and if that mission
failed, or succeeded too well, and he did not return, I might regard
myself as freed from the Cause, unless my enlarging nature led me to
attach myself to it of my own free will. That said, he went, and for a
year I lived under the dread of his return and all the obligations that
return would entail. Then came tidings of his death, tidings for which he
may not have been responsible, but which he never contradicted, and I
thought myself free--free to enjoy life, and the fortune that had so
unexpectedly come to me; free to love and, alas! free to marry. And that
is why," she pursued, in all the anguish of a dreadful retrospect, "I
recoiled in such horror and hung, a dead weight on your arm, when on
turning from the altar where we had just pledged ourselves to mutual love
and mutual life, I saw among the faces before me the changed but still
recognizable one of my brother, and beheld him make the fatal sign which
meant, 'You are wanted. Come at once.'"
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