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Updated: June 29, 2025
You will all miss me, I know, but I am going to happiness and love. What fate could be better?" She waited some moments at the trysting place ere she heard the sound of crunching wheels on the snow. A moment later she heard the welcome voice saying: "Faynie, where are you?" The next instant she was folded in a pair of strong, masculine arms.
Outside the wind blew dismally; the shutters creaked to and fro on their hinges; the leafless branches of the trees tapped their ghostly fingers against the panes. Faynie tried to speak to cry out but her tongue seemed to cleave to the roof of her mouth, powerless. Her hands fell to her side a dead weight, her eyes fairly bulging from their sockets.
His rage at the girl slipping so cleverly, so audaciously, through his fingers knew no bounds, and he made no attempt to stifle the fierce exclamations that sprang to his lips of what he should do when he once found her. When Faynie had jumped from the vehicle she lay for an instant half stunned upon the cold, frozen ground where she had fallen.
"I think I will take charge of this one giving all the Fairfax wealth to Faynie." But he did not succeed in transferring it to his pocket, for like a flash it was snatched from his hand. With a horrible oath, Kendale wheeled about. One glance, and his eyes fairly bulged from their sockets, his face grew ashen white, his teeth chattered, and the blood in his veins seemed suddenly to turn to ice.
"What I ought to do is never to see Faynie again," he murmured, but as the bare thought rushed through his mind, his handsome face paled to the lips and his strong frame trembled. Never see Faynie again!
Faynie opened her eyes slowly, in a half-dazed manner, but as she did so memory returned to her with startling force; but she bravely restrained the cry that rose to her lips. Claire had called her lover "Lester!" She wondered that the sound of that name had: not stricken her head. Could Claire's lover be Ah! she dared not even imagine such a horrible possibility.
"The song I sing has been sung before, And will often again be sung While lads and lasses have lips to kiss, Or bard a tuneful tongue. "And this is the burden of my rhyme Though love be of little worth, Yet from pole to pole and shore to shore, 'Tis love that rules the earth." "And it is love that breaks hearts and wrecks lives," murmured Faynie, with streaming eyes and quivering lips.
Those were the last words Faynie heard, for in the next instant her lover had torn himself free from her clinging arms and was dashing like one mad through the drifts toward the railroad station again. Then, with a strange, unaccountable presentiment of coming evil, Faynie Fairfax turned and stole up the serpentine path into the house again.
He remembered his interview with his sweetheart, his darling Faynie, and how he was arranging to hurry back to marry her when the fatal accident occurred, and how, believing himself dying, he had confided all to his treacherous cousin, bidding him take the message to his darling, that even in death his only thought was of her.
Long after his departure the mother and daughter still sat in the drawing-room discussing him eagerly. "It is a good thing for you that Faynie declines to come down to the drawing-room to see visitors and insists upon having her meals in her own room. If she had seen this handsome Mr. Armstrong, you would have stood little chance of winning him, my dear," declared Mrs. Fairfax.
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