The Golden Slipper, and Other Problems for Violet StrangeGreen, Anna Katharine
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The Golden Slipper, and Other Problems for Violet Strange
Green, Anna Katharine
Detective and mystery stories, American
“Had the lightning flashed forth then, the end of one of them might
have occurred. But the darkness remained undisturbed, and when the glare
relit the great room again, they were already far apart. This called out
a word from him; the one sentence he spoke--I can never forget it:
“‘Rhoda, there is blood on your sleeve; I have wounded you. Shall we
call it off and fly, as the poor creatures in there think we have, to
the opposite ends of the earth?’
“I almost spoke; I almost added my childish plea to his for them to
stop--to remember me and stop. But not a muscle in my throat responded
to my agonized effort. Her cold, clear ‘No!’ fell before my tongue was
loosed or my heart freed from the ponderous weight crushing it.
“‘I have vowed and I keep my promises,’ she went on in a tone quite
strange to me. ‘What would either’s life be worth with the other alive
and happy in this world.’
“He made no answer; and those subtle movements--shadows of movements
I might almost call them--recommenced. Then there came a sudden cry,
shrill and poignant--had Grandfather been in his room he would surely
have heard it--and the flash coming almost simultaneously with its
utterance, I saw what has haunted my sleep from that day to this, my
father pinned against the wall, sword still in hand, and before him my
mother, fiercely triumphant, her staring eyes fixed on his and--
“Nature could bear no more; the band loosened from my throat; the
oppression lifted from my breast long enough for me to give one wild
wail and she turned, saw (heaven sent its flashes quickly at this
moment) and recognizing my childish form, all the horror of her deed (or
so I have fondly hoped) rose within her, and she gave a start and fell
full upon the point upturned to receive her.
“A groan; then a gasping sigh from him, and silence settled upon the
room and upon my heart, and so far as I knew upon the whole created
world.
“That is my story, friends. Do you wonder that I have never been or
lived like other men?”
After a few moments of sympathetic silence, Mr. Van Broecklyn went on,
to say:
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