Thrice wedded, but only once a wifeSheldon, Georgie, Mrs.
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Thrice wedded, but only once a wife
Sheldon, Georgie, Mrs.
Dime novels; Romance fiction
“I went to him, and the result you know, as you say you heard all that
passed between us. When I fled from him that day, I thought my heart was
breaking. I felt so friendless, homeless, and so weary of life, that I
longed to die and be at rest. The last I remembered, as I wandered
through the streets of the city, was falling heavily upon the pavement,
believing that I was dying. When I again recovered consciousness it was
far into the night, and the woman in whose care you say you had left me
was bending kindly over me. I asked her where I was and what was the
matter. She told me that I had fainted in the street, and a gentleman
had brought me there in a cab.
“I remembered all then, and somewhat anxiously felt in my bosom for my
treasured pictures. Imagine my grief and indignation when I found they
were gone. All I possessed on earth to link me to the joys of the past
taken by a cruel, relentless hand from me, for I felt convinced that I
had been robbed by my brother. All hope was crushed out of my heart, for
now I had nothing with which to prove my identity. Once again I thrust
my hand in my bosom, hoping that I had missed my treasure in my search.
I only found the paper containing the fifty-dollar bill, and upon which
were the words bidding me go to the post-office in a fortnight.
“Then I was convinced that my brother was the robber, and perhaps,
feeling a touch of remorse, had left the money in its place. I could not
do otherwise than accept my fate, cruel though it was, and at the end of
that fortnight I went as directed to the office. I found an envelope
directed to ‘Rose Moulton’ awaiting me. It contained another fifty
dollars, with instructions to go for the same every fortnight.
“I still thought the money came from my brother, and accepted it as my
rightful due. I resolved at once to improve my condition and appearance,
and, when I had become something like the Rose Moulton of former years,
to seek my son, in spite of all opposition, tell him my story, and rely
on the natural love-instincts of the heart to own and greet me as his
mother.
“But while I waited and prepared, he and his uncle disappeared. After a
few years I heard of them in New York. In the meantime I had lived
comfortably, with plenty of means at my command, and really looked like
my own self once more.
“I immediately went to New York, but when I arrived there I found that
they whom I sought had gone abroad. I learned their destination from the
lawyer whom I engaged to receive my remittances and forward them to me,
and immediately followed them.
“I only arrived this morning, and hearing the story of the unfortunate
lady who was to be forced to wed my son, also of the expedition formed
to prevent it, I wrapped myself in this heavy cloak and followed, little
dreaming of the happiness and joy that awaited me.”
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