The Sword of Damocles: A Story of New York LifeGreen, Anna Katharine
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The Sword of Damocles: A Story of New York Life
Green, Anna Katharine
Detective and mystery stories; New York (N.Y.) -- Fiction
“Paula, I am at this hour wandering in search of the being who holds the
secret of my life and who will to-morrow blazon it before all the world.
It is with no hope I seek him. God has not brought me to this pass, to
release me at last, from shame and disgrace. Suffering and the loss of
all my sad heart cherished, wait at my gates. Only one boon remains, and
that is, your sympathy and the consolation of your regard. These, though
bestowed as friends bestow them, are very precious to me; I cannot see
them go, and that they may not, I tell you the full story of my life.
“My youth was happy—my early youth, I mean. Bertram’s father was a dear
brother to me, and my mother a watchful guardian and a tender friend. At
fifteen, I entered a bank, the small bank in Grotewell, which you ought
to remember. From the lowest position in it, I gradually worked my way
up till I occupied the cashier’s place; and was just congratulating
myself upon my prospects, when Ona Delafield returned from
boarding-school, a young lady.
“Paula, there is a fascination, which some men who have known nothing
deeper and higher, call love. I, who in those days had cherished but few
thoughts beyond the ordinary reach of a narrow and somewhat selfish
business mind, imagined that the well-spring of all romance had bubbled
up within me, when my eyes first fell upon this regal blonde, with her
sleepy, inscrutable eyes and bewildering smile. Ulysses within sound of
the siren’s voice, was nothing to it. He had been warned of his danger
and had only his own curiosity to combat, while I was not even aware of
my peril, and floated within reach of this woman’s power, without making
an effort to escape. She was so subtle in her influence, Paula; so
careless in the very exercise of her sovereignty. She never seemed to
command; yet men and women obeyed her. Peculiarities which mar the
matron, are often graces in a young, unmarried girl, whose thoughts are
a mystery, and whose emotions an untried field. I believed I had found
the queen of all beauty and when in an unguarded hour she betrayed her
first appreciation of my devotion, I seemed to burst into a Paradise of
delights, where every step I took, only the more intoxicated and
bewildered me. My first realization of the sensuous and earthly
character of my happiness came with the glimpse of your child-face on
that never-to-be-forgotten day when we met beside the river. Like a star
seen above the glare of a conflagration, the pure spirit that informed
your glance, flashed on my burning soul, and for a moment I knew that in
you budded the kind of woman-nature which it befitted a man to seek;
that in the hands of such a one as you would make, should he trust his
honor and bequeath his happiness. But when did a lover ever break the
bonds that imprisoned his fancy, at the inspiration of a passing voice.
I went back to Ona and forgot the child by the river.
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