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"Did he answer your telegram?" "I did not expect that he would, there was too much danger in it. But hush, I must discover if he is asleep." "Grantley?" "Yes." "What was that noise?" Elizabeth exclaimed suddenly. "I heard nothing," Elsie answered, lifting her head and allowing it to fall again on her sister's knee. "It sounded like a step in the hall," said Elizabeth.
The next time Sam went to Millford he was considerably surprised to have the young minister, the Reverend Hugh Grantley, stop him on the street and hand him twenty-five dollars. "I understand, sir, that you wish to withdraw the money that you invested in the Lord's work," he said as he handed the money to Sam, whose fingers mechanically closed over the bills as he stared at the young man.
He had reached the palings, he was passing through. She raised herself, her last expiring energy went out in one agonized appeal: "Your pardon for my death-bed Grantley husband!" He never turned, never paused perhaps he did not hear but walked steadily and firmly on.
Come here, Grantley, and help me in this old song you like so much." "In a moment, dear," he replied. Mellen left the room, fearing that Elizabeth might be drawn away by a headache. He had never felt so tenderly solicitous about her. These last weeks of sunshine had made his proud nature kindly genial. He was anxious to atone for all his old suspicions and little neglects of her comfort.
"I can rest here," she whispered; "it is my place, isn't it, Grantley?" There was tender, almost childish pleading in her voice; he lifted her face, looked into her eyes and saw tears there. "What is it, Bessie?" he asked. "Have I hurt you?"
The morning after Elsie's return Grantley Mellen mounted his horse, and rode off towards the shore tavern, a sad and heavy-hearted man. The woman whom he had loved so devotedly with the first passion of his youth, lay in that little chamber waiting for burial. Where destined when she met her fate, or how much she suffered, he could only guess.
Her pale face was lifted to his in mute appeal. Was it for pardon of some unknown offence, or the deep craving of a true heart for love? Grantley put her away, and went hurriedly into Elsie's room. He came out pale and troubled. Elizabeth stood by the door gasping her breath; he wrung the hand she held forth to stop him, and was gone.
She was silent she was struggling for power to speak, knowing that every second of hesitation told against her in a way which volumes of protestation could never counteract. "There is no such cloud between us?" he said again. "No, Grantley, no!" She spoke almost sharply. "Don't be angry with me, Elizabeth." "I am not, indeed I am not!"
"If human care, or human sacrifice can insure her welfare, I will not be found wanting." Grantley bent down and kissed his wife gratefully. "Remember, Elizabeth, my happiness and honor are left in your keeping." Did he mean that honor and happiness both were bound up in Elsie, or had he really thought of her rightful share in his life?
She was looking up into his face with a pleasant smile, a little pale yet from her recent emotion, or else those two years which had elapsed since their parting had robbed her of a portion of her girlish bloom, but self-possessed and full of happiness. Grantley Mellen looked at her more closely as she stood there in the cheerful light.
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