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Updated: June 29, 2025
Still, as her mother had said so emphatically, it was better that Faynie should step out of that lovely home a beggar than that they should lose it. Claire quite agreed with her mother that Faynie must stay there for the present at all hazards; it would arouse such an uproar if she were thrust from that roof just then.
Even the slightest recollection of beautiful Faynie Fairfax, the little sweetheart whom he had loved better than his own life, was completely obliterated from his mind. He did not even remember such a being had ever existed. Another event had transpired on the eventful night of his injury.
"I have married a beggar, when I thought I was marrying an heiress!" he cried in a rage so horrible that Faynie, brave as she was, recoiled from him in terror and, dismay. "You have married a penniless young girl," she corrected, half inaudibly. He raised his clinched hand with a terrible volley of oaths, before which she quailed, despite her bravery.
If Faynie had but read the papers she would have known what was transpiring, but, alas! she did not and was utterly unaware of the strange turn of fortune's wheel which had occurred in the life of the young assistant cashier to whom she had given the wealth of her love, when he was poor.
Once she attempted to warn Claire of the hidden rocks that lay in love's ocean, but the girl turned quickly a white, pained face toward her. "Say no more, Faynie," she cried; "the mischief, as you call it, has already been done. My heart has left me and gone to him. If I do not win him I shall die.
"Stop! stop right where you are, you mercenary wretch!" cried Faynie in a ringing voice. "I see it all now as clear as day. You you have married me because you have believed me my father's heiress, and " "You couldn't help but be, my dear," he hiccoughed. "An only child no one else on earth to come in for his gold couldn't help but be his heiress, you know couldn't disinherit you if he wanted to.
They would never know anything about that previous marriage with Faynie, and the dead could tell no secrets. "I'll go," he muttered. "I shall reply at once, telling her she may expect me two days hence let me see, this is Tuesday; I will dine with her Thursday, and, at least, see what the girl Claire looks like. It would be the proper caper to gather in as many fortunes as drift my way.
Faynie heard and realized, and without a word, turned and staggered like one dying toward the door, but her stepmother put herself quickly before her. "Sit down there. I have something else to say to you," she added in a shrill whisper, pushing the girl into the nearest seat. "I must go. I will not listen," cried Faynie, struggling to her feet.
During the fortnight that followed Kendale was a constant visitor at the palatial Fairfax home. And those two weeks changed the whole after current of Claire's life, as Faynie observed with wonder. It was certainly evident the girl was deeply in love, and Faynie trembled for her, for love would bring to such natures as hers the greatest peace or the bitterest sorrow.
With a bound he was at her side grasping her slender wrists with so tight a hold that they nearly snapped asunder. Intense as the pain was, Faynie would not cry aloud. He should not see that he had power to hurt her, even though she dropped dead at his feet at last from the excruciating torture of it.
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