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
“He strove to placate her, to explain. But rage has no ears, and before
I realized my own position, the scene became openly tempestuous. That
her child should be second to another woman’s seemed to awaken demon
instincts within her. When he ventured to hint that his little girl
needed a mother’s care, her irony bit like corroding acid. He became
speechless before it and had not a protest to raise when she declared
that the secret he had kept so long and so successfully he must continue
to keep to his dying day. That the child he had failed to own in his
first wife’s lifetime should remain disowned in hers, and if possible be
forgotten. She should never give the girl a thought nor acknowledge her
in any way.
“She was Fury embodied; but the fury was of that grand order which
allures rather than repels. As I felt myself succumbing to its
fascination and beheld how he was weakening under it even more
perceptibly than myself, I started from my chair, and sought to glide
away before I should hear him utter a fatal acquiescence.
“But the movement I made unfortunately drew their attention to me, and
after an instant of silent contemplation of my distracted countenance,
Frank said, as though he were the elder by the forty years which
separated us:
“‘You have listened to Mrs. Postlethwaite’s wishes. You will respect
them of course.’”
That was all. He knew and she knew that I was to be trusted; but neither
of them has ever known why.
A month later her child came, and was welcomed as though it were the
first to bear his name. It was a boy, and their satisfaction was so
great that I looked to see their old affection revive. But it had been
cleft at the root, and nothing could restore it to life. They loved the
child; I have never seen evidence of greater parental passion than they
both displayed, but there their feelings stopped. Towards each other
they were cold. They did not even unite in worship of their treasure.
They gloated over him and planned for him, but always apart. He was a
child in a thousand, and as he developed, the mother especially,
nursed all her energies for the purpose of ensuring for him a future
commensurate with his talents. Never a very conscientious woman, and
alive to the advantages of wealth as demonstrated by the power wielded
by her rich brother-in-law, she associated all the boy’s prospects with
money, great money, such money as Andrew had accumulated, and now had at
his disposal for his natural heirs.
“Hence came her great temptation,--a temptation to which she yielded, to
the lasting trouble of us all. Of this I must now make confession though
it kills me to do so, and will soon kill her. The deeds of the past
do not remain buried, however deep we dig their graves, but rise in an
awful resurrection when we are old--old--”
Silence. Then a tremulous renewal of his painful speech.
Violet held her breath to listen. Possibly the doctor, hidden in the
darkest corner of the room, did so also.
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