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
“I went back to my desk in the bank, chagrined. Ona had told me a few
days before that she was tired of waiting, that the young doctor from
the next town was very assiduous in his attentions, and as there was no
question as to his ability to support a wife, why—she did not finish
her sentence, but the toss of her head and her careless tone at parting,
were enough to inflame the jealousy of a less easily aroused nature than
mine. I felt that I was in hourly danger of losing her, and all because
I could not satisfy her father with a sight of the few thousands which
were so soon to be mine.
“The reading of my aunt’s will, which confirmed my hopes, did not
greatly improve matters. ‘I want to see the money,’ the old gentleman
repeated; and I was forced to wait the action of the law and the
settlement of the estate. It took longer than even he foresaw. Weeks
went by and my poor little five thousand seemed as far from my control
as on the day the will was read. There was some trouble, I was not told
what, that made it seem improbable that I should reap the benefit of my
legacy for some time. Meanwhile Ona accepted the attentions of the young
doctor, and my chances of winning her, dwindled rapidly day by day. I
became morbidly eager and insanely jealous. Instead of pursuing my
advantage—for I undoubtedly possessed one in her own secret inclination
towards me—I stood off, and let my rival work his way into her
affections unhindered. I was too sore to interrupt his play, as I called
it, and too afraid of myself to actually confront him in her presence.
But the sight of them riding together one day, was more than I could
endure even in my spirit of unresistance. ‘He shall not have her,’ I
cried, and cast about in my mind how to bring my own matters into such
shape as to satisfy her father and so win her own consent to my suit. My
first thought was to borrow the money, but that was impracticable in a
town where each man’s affairs are known to his neighbor. My next was to
hurry up the settlement of the estate by appeal to my lawyer. The result
of the latter course was a letter of many promises, in the midst of
which a great temptation assailed me.
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