The Impending Sword: A Novel (Vol. 1 of 3)Yates, Edmund
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The Impending Sword: A Novel (Vol. 1 of 3)
Yates, Edmund
Fiction
'Hush!' she said, laying her little hand softly on his lips. 'Don't
say you were thinking of business; that hated rival displaces me in
your mind far too much as it is, but to give up to it such moments as
these would be sacrilege. I will be your sole consideration now,
until--until--'
'Until the end of my life,' said Alston, passing his arm tenderly
round her; 'and your jealousy of my absence and all those connected
with it is a mere pretence, a playful pastime, as you very well know.'
'Let us settle it so,' said Helen, 'and quit the subject. Meanwhile,'
she said, taking from her pocket a morocco case, 'I have a present for
you, Alston, and one,' placing it in his hand, 'which I think you will
like.'
He opened it, and saw gleaming on the blue velvet a plain but costly
gold hunting-watch.
'Thanks, dearest one,' he said, taking it in his hand and looking
tenderly up at her. 'I shall like it, because, by its aid, I shall
check off every hour that brings me nearer to my home and to you.'
'Why, Alston,' said Helen, laying her hand tenderly on his, 'do you
know that is quite a poetical sentence? I fear your reputation as a
practical man would be lost for ever if it were known in Wall-street
that you had given utterance to such a remark. But,' she added, taking
the watch from him, 'it will have, I trust, a still stronger value in
your eyes.'
She touched a spring, and the back flying open revealed an admirably
executed coloured photograph, a likeness of herself; underneath was
engraved the date, 'February 20th, 1871.'
'O, how glorious!' said Alston Griswold, with surprise. 'It is a
wonderful likeness,' said he, after a little pause, during which he
had been looking fondly at the picture; 'somewhat too sad and serious,
perhaps, for my Helen.'
'It reflects the shadow of parting which hung over your Helen at the
time it was taken, as the engraved date underneath will never cease to
remind you; you see it, Alston, the one dark day in our married life.'
'You shall regard it in a very different light, dear one,' said her
husband; 'you shall learn to look upon it as the day on which your
husband entered into an undertaking by which his fortune was
perfected, and he was left freed from the cares of business to devote
the remainder of his existence to his wife and his home.'
'God grant it!' said Helen fervently. 'Each time that you look upon
that picture, Alston, think upon what you have said just now, and come
what may, make up your mind not to leave me alone again.'
'You speak of being alone, dear, as though you were on a desolate
island, instead of in New York, surrounded by troops of friends.'
'I am always alone when I am without you; and as to friends, I am not
sanguine as to their taking much interest in our affairs, or helping
me to smooth any difficulties which may arise in my path.'
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