ROY'S guests had missed him, and commented upon
his absence, and Mrs. Churchill had wondered if he
could not find her shawl, and Edna had offered to
go herself for it. Then Mrs. Burton said that she had left

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Georgie in the house, and probably she and Roy were deep
in some learned discussion, as they usually got up an argument
when they were together. She would go herself for
Mrs. Churchill's shawl, as she knew just where it was.

But Mrs. Churchill would not suffer this. She preferred
that Miss Overton should go; and accordingly Edna went,
and in passing through the hall glanced into the drawing-room,
and saw the couple at the farther end too much absorbed
in themselves to know there was a witness to their
love-making. Roy was kissing Georgie as the seal to their
betrothal, and by that token Edna knew they were engaged,
and felt for a moment as if the brightness of her life had
suddenly been stricken out, though why she should care, she
could not tell. She only knew that she did care, and that
her heart was throbbing painfully as she fled noiselessly up
the stairs in the direction of Mrs. Churchill's room. Once
there, she stopped a moment to breathe and think over what
she had seen, and ask herself what it was to her, that the
heart-beats should come so fast, and the world should look
so dark.

“Nothing, nothing,” she said, “only he might have done
so much better, and have been so much happier. I don't
like her, and when she comes here I must go; and I could
enjoy so much alone with Roy and his mother;” and having
thus settled the cause of her disquiet, she found Mrs.
Churchill's shawl, and left the house by another way than
the one leading past the parlor door.

She had been very gay just before, so gay indeed that
Miss Agatha, who did not believe in a plebeian's daring to
be merry and free in the presence of superiors, had made some
sarcastic remarks about “the wild spirits of that Miss Overton.”
But she was not wild when she returned to the lawn
with the shawl, and her face was so pale, that Maude asked
if she had seen a ghost that she looked so white and scared.

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“No,” Edna replied; “but I ran quite fast up and down
the stairs.”

“And did you see anything of my daughter,” Mrs. Burton
asked next, and Edna answered her evasively:

“I heard voices in the parlor, hers and Mr. Leighton's, I
think.”

“Oh, yes, there they come,” Mrs. Burton rejoined, her
face all aglow with the great delight it afforded her to sit and
watch Georgie coming toward her so graceful and selfpossessed,
and looking so radiant and beautiful.

One could see her black eyes sparkle and shine even in
the distance, as she leaned on Roy's arm, and smiled at
something he was saying to her. Georgie was very happy
for a few moments, and not a ripple of disquiet came to the
surface until her glance fell on Edna, sitting upon a camp
stool a little apart from the others, her hat on the grass at
her side, her brown curls somewhat disordered, but falling
about her face and neck in a most bewitching way, her
hands folded listlessly together upon her lap, and her whole
attitude and appearance that of some tired, pretty child.
She was pretty, and Georgie knew it; and she looked so
young, and fair, and innocent, that Georgie felt a sudden
impulse of fear lest, after all, this girl, who would see Roy
every day, should become her rival, and with that impulse
came a thought that the sooner her engagement was known
the better and safer for her. So clasping her white hand on
Roy's arm, she whispered to him softly: “Perhaps we may
as well have it off our minds and announce it at once; we
shall both feel freer and easier.”

Roy could not answer for her, but for himself he did not
care to be in haste, especially with Miss Overton sitting there
looking so eagerly at him. She was a restraint upon him,
and he unconsciously wished her away while he made the announcement,
for he was going to do it. Georgie was

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probably right. She usually was, he reflected, and without a
second look at Edna, walked straight to his mother, and
placing Georgie's hand in hers, said to her, “Mother I bring
to you a daughter: Georgie has promised to be my wife.”

“Heaven bless my soul!” Mr. Burton exclaimed, springing
up from his chair and bobbing about like a rubber ball.

He had not expected Roy to act upon his hint so soon;
in fact he was more than half afraid that nothing might come
of it after all, and then Mrs. Freeman Burton would never
cease to upbraid him with his awkwardness; but here it was
fixed, settled, and announced, and he could not repress his
feelings until a sharp pull at his coat-skirts from his spouse,
and the whispered words, “Are you crazy?” brought him to
his senses, and he sat down just as Georgie finished kissing
Mrs. Churchill, and whispered to her what a good daughter
and wife she meant to be.

Mrs. Churchill was glad, as it was something she had long
desired, but now that Miss Overton had come she did not so
much need a daughter. Still she was sufficiently demonstrative,
and laid her hand in blessing on Georgie's head, while
Mrs. Burton shed a few tears over the touching scene, and
called Roy a naughty boy for stealing away her treasure, and
said a deal more about the engagement generally, and
Georgie in particular.

Maude came next with the New York girls, but there was
a blank look of disappointment in her face as she kissed
Georgie and offered her congratulations. She had not looked
for this so suddenly. Once she had been constantly expecting
it, but they had waited so long, and latterly Roy had
seemed so indifferent, that she had hopes for him in another
direction, and felt disturbed and sorry, and wondered how
Jack would take it.

Jack was at some distance from the group of which Georgie
was the centre, but he heard what Roy had said, and saw

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the demonstrations which followed, but did not join in
them. Knowing what he knew, he could not congratulate
Roy, who was being so deceived; and his breath came hard,
and something like an oath escaped his lips, as he purposely
drove a ball to the farthest extremity of the croquet lawn,
and then kept on idly knocking it about. He meant to keep
away as long as possible, and Georgie knew he did, and her
cheek paled a little when at last he came near enough for her
to see the troubled look upon his face, as he sat down by
Edna and fanned himself with his hat.

The evening air was cool, but he seemed to be very warm,
and constantly wiped the drops of sweat from his brow, as he
sat talking with Edna. The announcement of the engagement
had not been made to her; there was no need for her
to do or say anything, and so she feigned indifference, and
kept on talking to Jack until Georgie came that way.
Jack saw her first, and, suddenly remembering that he had not
put his mallet in the box, darted away just as his sister came up.

She was thus left alone with Edna, to whom she was excessively
gracious and affable. Taking the seat Jack and vacated,
she began to talk as kindly and familiarly as if all her life she
had known Miss Overton as her equal. There was something
wonderfully winning in Georgie when she chose to be agreeable,
and it had its effect upon Edna, who began to like her better
and to wonder at the change. It was a part of Georgie's
rôle to treat Edna well,—part of her bargain with Maude;
and she was resolved to fulfil her contract, and she sat chatting
with her until Roy came up and said that Mrs. Burton
thought it was time for her to go in from the night air. He
did not say that he thought so, or evince any undue anxiety
about her health, but he did say to Edna:

“Miss Overton, I am sure the damp air must be bad for
you also; take my arm, please, and come with us to the
house.”

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And so, with Georgie upon one side and Edna on the
other, he led the way to the house, followed by Mr. Burton,
who had his mother in charge, and by Mrs. Burton, who was
lauding Georgie to Miss Shawe, and telling what an angel of
perfection she was, how hard it would be to part with her,
and how glad she was that she was to go no farther away
than Leighton.

There was some music in the drawing-room, and afterward
ice-cream and cake; and then, at about half-past ten, the
little party broke up. Georgie was still in a gushing mood,
and kissed Mrs. Churchill three times at parting, and even
kissed Edna in the exuberance of her joy, and said she
hoped to know her better in the future, and bade her take
good care of dear Mrs. Churchill; and then she looked
around for Roy, who led her to the carriage, and pressed her
hand a little at parting, and said he should see her to-morrow.

Mr. and Mrs. Burton, Georgie, and Miss Shawe, occupied
the carriage, while the other people walked; Maude and
Jack lingering behind the others, so that it was nearer one
than twelve when they at last reached Oakwood. But late
as it was, Georgie was waiting for them. She must see Jack
before she slept. He was to return to Jersey City on the
morrow, and she might not have another chance.

So she sat by her window until she heard him coming up
the walk, and then waited until the whispered interview on
the piazza was at an end, and Maude was in her room.
Then she passed noiselessly out into the hall, and on through
a narrow corridor, until Jack's chamber was reached.

“Come in!” was answered rather sternly to her timid
knock, and by the tone of his voice, she knew that Jack
guessed who his visitor was, and she trembled as she advanced
toward him, and laid her hand on his arm.

He did not smile, nor allow his face to relax a muscle,

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even when she looked up at him in her most beseeching way,
and began by calling him “dear Jack.” But he would soften
after a time, she was sure. He never had withstood her long
at a time, and so she mustered all her courage, and began:

“Dear Jack, I've had no chance to congratulate you on
your engagement, and I came to do so now, and to tell you
how glad I am. I would rather have Maude for my sister
than any one I know. You have chosen well, my boy.”

“I am glad you think so,” Jack answered stiffly; and
then there was a painful silence, which Georgie broke by
saying:

“Jack, have you no word of congratulation for me in my
new happiness?”

The tears were swimming in her great, bright eyes, and
she seemed the very embodiment of innocence and goodness;
but Jack looked away from her, straight down at some
slippers which Annie had embroidered for him, and asked:

“Are you happy, Georgie?”

“Yes, oh, yes; so happy that I feel as if I never could be
thankful enough to the good Father who has been so kind
to me.”

“Pshaw!” and Jack spoke impatiently. “Don't, for
gracious sake, try to come your pious strains on me, for I
tell you they won't go down till you have done one thing.
Have you told Roy?”

He looked at her now, and her eyes fell before his searching
gaze, while her heart beat so fast that he could hear
and count the throbs as her bosom rose and fell.

“No, Jack; I have not. I tried at first,—I meant to,—I
really did; but I could not say the words, they choked me
so. I couldn't tell him, Jack!” and her voice was very
mournful in its tone. “Think, if it were yourself, and you
felt sure that to tell would be to lose Maude's love, would
you do it?—could you?”

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She had made her strongest argument, and Jack hesitated
ere he replied:

“It would be hard; but better so, it seems to me, than to
live with a lie on my conscience, and a constant, haunting
fear lest she should find it out.”

“But he can't, Jack,—he never can,—unless you tell him,
or Maude. How much does she know? Oh, Jack, have
you broken your oath, sworn so solemnly to me.”

There was a flash in her black eyes as they fastened
themselves upon Jack, who replied to her, truthfully:

“Maude knows nothing, except that there is something
you would hide from Roy, and from the world. I hinted so
much to her, as a weapon of defence for Edna. Whether
she or any one else ever knows more from me, depends
upon yourself, and your treatment of Edna.”

“I knew you would not betray me, Jack,” Georgie rejoined,
a heavy weight lifted from her mind. “I shall not
harm Mrs. Charlie Churchill,—I shall try to like her, for
your sake and Maude's. And, now, why need I tell Roy,
when he never can, by any possibility, find it out, and to
tell him would only distress him, and ruin me?”

“Perhaps not. If he loves you truly, as I love Maude,
he can forgive a great deal. I should try it and see,—I
should go to him clean and open-hearted, or not at all,”
Jack said; but Georgie shook her head.

Confessing her fault would involve too much, for more people
than Roy would have to know, if full confession was made;
Aunt Burton, who thought her so perfect, and her Uncle
Burton, too, and, possibly, little Annie; and from that last
ordeal Georgie shrank more nervously, if possible, than
from telling Roy himself. She could not do it. She would
rather die than attempt it, and she said so to Jack, who was
silent for a moment, and then regarding her intently, asked:

“Has it ever occurred to you, Georgie, that possibly the

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dead might come to life and witness against you? Such
accidents have happened.”

“The dead, Jack; the dead?” and Georgie's face was
like the face of a corpse, and her voice was husky and thick.
“That cannot be. I saw him in the coffin. I know just
where he lies in Greenwood.”

“I was not thinking of him, but of Henry; you did not
see him in his coffin. You don't know where his grave is.”

“No; but Jack, there can be no doubt. You made
so sure yourself. You told me he was dead. Was it all a
farce? Oh, Jack, do you know anything—”

She was kneeling to him now, with her proud head bent
to his very feet, just as once she had crouched years ago
when he was but a boy, and she a wretched woman suing
for pity and begging him to stand by her in her need. Then
her long glossy curls had swept the floor just as they swept
it now, and Jack had lifted her up, and comforted her, and
sworn to be her friend, and he wanted to do it again, though
his heart was harder toward her now than it had been then.
He could more readily forgive the sin committed through
great temptation when she was young and without a counsellor,
than he could forgive the many years during which
she had lived a lie. Still he pitied her so much, and loved
her so much, for she was his sister, and her great beauty
had always exercised a wonderful power over him. He
felt it even now as she lifted her white, tear-stained face to
his, and as he had done that other time in the darkest hour
she had ever met, so he did now; he stooped and raised
her up, and tried to comfort her, and said that he “knew
nothing and had heard nothing, only such things sometimes
did happen, and it would be very awkward for her, as Roy's
wife, to be some day confronted by Henry Morton.”

“Don't, don't speak his name,” she almost shrieked,
while a shudder like a convulsion shook her frame. “I

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have been greatly to blame, but my punishment has been
terrible. I have suffered untold agony in thinking of the
past. I surely have atoned, and now if there is a haven
of rest for me, don't try to keep me from it by harrowing up
my fears. I know he is dead. I am sure of it, and I mean
to be a good wife to Roy. He never shall repent his choice,—
I'll bring every thought and feeling into conformity with
his; and Jack, you must stand by me as a brother. Will
you, Jack? As Roy's wife, I can help you so much, and I
will. Annie shall no longer be an expense to you. I will
support her entirely.”

“And not let Roy know you are doing it?” Jack
answered; and Georgie replied:

“I will tell him that, at least. I will not cheat him there.
I'll arrange it before we are married, that I am to do something
for Annie, and perhaps when he sees how I care for
her he will propose that she live with us. Oh, if he only
would.”

Jack felt that on this point, at least, Georgie was sincere.
She did love the little Annie, and his heart softened still
more toward her; and when, as she was about to leave him,
she said, imploringly, “Kiss me, Jack, once, as you used to
do!” he put his arm around her, and kissed her white lips,
which quivered with emotion, while the tears fell like rain
upon her cheeks.

“You are a good brother, and I will try to be good, too,
for your sake and Roy's,” she said, as she bade him good-night,
and left the room.

He had not congratulated her, but she knew he would
keep silent; knew, too, that she had comparatively nothing
to fear from Maude; and but for one harrowing fear, which
yet was not exactly a fear, she would have felt tolerably
composed and happy, as she sought her own chamber.

Jack's words, “What if the dead should come back to

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witness against you?” rang in her ears, and when, as she
stood by the window, looking out into the moonlight, a
shadow flitted across the grass, she trembled from head
to foot, and turned sick with nervous dread. But it was
only the watch-dog, Bruno, and as he bounded out into the
light, she grew quiet, and even smiled at her own weakness.

“That cannot be,” she said; and then, as if to make
assurance doubly sure, she opened a trunk which always
stood in her closet, and taking from it a box, touched a
secret spring, and soon held in her hand three documents,—
one, a newspaper, soiled and yellow with time, and containing
a paragraph which said that a certain Henry Morton,
who had managed to escape from justice, had recently died
in a little out-of-the-way village among the Alleghanies, and
that his friends, if he had any, could learn the particulars
of his death, by inquiring at the place where he died. The
other two were letters, one from the dying man himself, who
wrote that, from the very nature of his disease, he had but a
day or two to live; and one from Jack, who had gone to
that out-of-the-way place, among the Pennsylvania hills, and
learned that Henry Morton had died there at such a time,
and then had written the same to his anxious sister at home.
She had kept these papers carefully, and guarded them from
every eye but her own, and occasionally she read them over
to assure herself of the truth. But now she would keep
them no longer, lest in some way they should come to light;
and so, holding them to the gas, and then throwing them upon
the hearth, she watched them as they crisped and blackened,
and turned to a pile of ashes.

There was nothing now in her way, and, as was her constant
habit, the woman who had sinned so greatly, but who
was going to do better, knelt down and said her prayers,
and thanked God for Roy, and asked, first, that he might
never know what she had been; and, second, that she

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might be to him all that a good, true wife should be, and
that he might be willing for Annie to live with her. This
done, she felt as if she really were a very good woman, and
that but for Jack, who had such straight-laced notions, she
would be confirmed, by way of helping her to keep her resolution!