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Updated: June 16, 2025
"It is much as a woman makes up her mind. If you worry yourself into the grave over a man, before the grass has time to grow over you he will have consoled himself with another sweetheart. So dry your eyes, and don't shed a tear over him." Gerelda walked slowly from the room.
"Gerelda has come instead of her mother to see what this person wants," he thought; adding impatiently: "This will never do; we shall be late for the train, sure. I will have to take the man off her hands." At that instant, Gerelda, panting with excitement sprung across the threshold of the conservatory.
By Hubert Varrick, at this moment, it was given only from a sense of duty, as love for Gerelda had died. "Oh, Hubert, Hubert! my darling!" she cried, "is it not like heaven to be united again?" She would not notice his coldness; for Gerelda Northrup had laid the most amazing plan that had ever entered a woman's head.
One instant more and a wild, hoarse cry in Varrick's voice echoed through the place. The room was empty! Where was Gerelda? There was no means of exit from that room save the door by which he had entered. Perhaps she had leaned from the window and fallen out.
"That is proof positive that Gerelda was not with Captain Frazier, and that he, poor fellow, was entirely innocent of her whereabouts." Hubert Varrick was greatly amazed at this intelligence; but before he could make any remark Maillard went on quickly: "We received a long letter from an old nurse who used to be in Gerelda's family years ago. It was written at my cousin's dictation.
While he had been speaking, Gerelda for it was indeed she had been watching him intently. As he proceeded with his story, a great tremor shook her frame. With a low cry she sprung to her feet. "Oh, I remember I remember all now!" shrieked Gerelda. "I I was on the train with Hubert whom I had just married. Then we went on the steamer.
"Gerelda has come back to torture me, mother!" he cried. By a terrible effort Gerelda struggled to her knees. "Hear me, one and all!" she cried. "Listen; while yet the strength is mine, I will proclaim it! See, I am dying that man, my husband, is my murderer! He murdered me to keep me from touching the bell-rope to tell you all I was here!"
Only that day, by the merest chance, Frazier had found out about Hubert Varrick practically adopting the village beauty saucy little Jessie Bain and that he had secretly sent her to a private school, to be educated at his own expense, and he lost no time in communicating this startling news to Gerelda, and giving her proof positive of the truth of this statement.
Hidden among the flowers, Gerelda found a little note in Varrick's handwriting: "I hope my darling rested well. Heaven has made the day beautiful because it is our marriage morn." It was an odd notion of Gerelda's to steal away from their elegant city mansion and her dear five hundred friends, to have the ceremony performed quietly up at the Thousand Islands, with only a select few to witness it.
My God! it was Jessie Bain, my enemy. I remember it all now. I wonder that memory did not come back to me when I heard the name Jessie Bain. She did not know that it was I who was Hubert Varrick's wife, or she would have let me die." The effect of Gerelda's words was startling upon Rosamond. "What are you going to do about it?" she asked, eagerly. "Do?" echoed Gerelda.
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