The Mystery of the LocksHowe, E. W. (Edgar Watson)
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The Mystery of the Locks
Howe, E. W. (Edgar Watson)
City and town life -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; Mystery fiction; Nebraska -- Fiction
On a certain wild March evening, after a day of idleness and longing to
see the girl, Dorris put on his heavy coat and walked in the yard, up
and down the old path under the trees, which gave evidences of his
restless footsteps even in the snows of winter. As soon as he came out
he heard the music, and between his strong desire to see the player, and
his conviction that he should never enter her presence, he resolved to
leave Davy's Bend and never return. He could better restrain his love
for her in some distant town than in Davy's Bend, therefore he would go
away, and try to forget. This gave him an excuse to enter the church,
though he only intended to bid her good-by; and so impatient was he that
he scaled the wall, and jumped down on the outside, instead of passing
out at the gate.
Annie Benton was watching for him when he stepped into her presence from
the vestibule, and as he walked up the aisle he saw so much pleasure in
her face that he regretted to make the announcement of his departure;
but he knew it was the best thing to do, and did not hesitate. He even
thought of the prospect that she might regret his determination, and say
so, which would greatly please him.
"I have concluded to leave Davy's Bend," he said, as he took the hand
she offered him, "and have called to say good-by. As soon as I can
dispose of my effects I will leave this forbidden ground, and travel so
far that I will forget the way back. The more I see of you, the more I
love you; and if I continue to live in sight of your house, I will
finally forget everything except that I love you, and do you a great
harm. It will not take me long to settle up my affairs, and within a few
days, at the farthest, I shall be gone."
The smile on Annie Benton's pretty face vanished at once, as she turned
her head and looked from him, at the same time trying to run her fingers
over the keys; but they had lost their cunning, and her hands soon lay
idly on the keyboards. When Dorris finally caught her head gently, and
turned it toward him, he saw that tears were in her eyes. She did not
attempt to hide this, and quietly submitted when he brushed them away.
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