“Behold me, then, stealing down the side of the house in a darkness
which during the last few minutes had become impenetrable. A shadow,
where all was shadowy, I made for the woods and succeeded in reaching
their shelter just as there rose in the distance behind me that most
terrible of all sounds to a woman’s ear, a man’s loud cry of anguish and
rage.”
She was not looking at that man now, but I was. As these words left her
lips, Mr. Steele’s hand crept up and closed over his heart, though his
face was like that of a marble image set in immovable lines. I feared
him, I admired him, and found myself still looking at him as she went
gaspingly on:
“Reckless of the dangers of the road, fearing nothing but what pressed
upon me from behind, I flew straight for the stream, on whose verge
I meant then to stop, and, having by some marvel of good luck or
Providence reached it without a mishap, I tore the cloak from my
shoulders, and, affixing one end to the broken edge of the bridge, flung
the other into the water. Then with one loud ear-piercing shriek thrown
back on the wind--see! I tell all--I leave out nothing--I fled away in
the direction of the station.
“For some reason I had great confidence in the success of this feint and
soon was conscious of but one fear, and that was being recognized by the
station-master, who knew my face and figure even if he did not know my
new city-made dress. So when I had made sure by the clock visible
from the end window that I was in ample time for the expected train, I
decided to remain in the dark at the end of the platform till the cars
were about starting, and then to jump on and buy my ticket from the
conductor.
“But I never expected such an interminable wait. Minute after minute
went by without a hint of preparation for the advancing train. The hour
for leaving arrived, passed, and not a man had shown himself on the
platform. Had a change been made in the time-table? If so, what a
prospect lay before me! Autumn nights are chill in Minnesota, and, my
cloak having been sacrificed, I found poor protection in my neat but far
from warm serge dress. However, I did not fully realize my position till
another passenger arrived late and panting, and I heard some one shout
out to him from the open door that an accident had occurred below
and that it would be five hours at least before the train would come
through.
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