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Afterwards Doctor Percival came up, said Miss Mary must sleep, she had more fever; asked her so many kind questions, and was just going down to go to the office for something to give her, when he met Master McKey coming in. I heard my master ask him to go for it. And I doesn't know anything more, Miss Lettie. I came to tell you.
"'It is Bernard McKey; he has come to study medicine in papa's office; he came the night Alice died. "He was too near to permit of questioning more, and so I stood upon the seashore and saw my fate coming close. "Mary simply said, 'Good evening, to him, followed by the requisite introductory words that form the basis of acquaintance.
She said "No," to my fear, that "it must all be spoken now, once, and that forever," and I listened unto the story's end. "One year had passed since Alice's death before Abraham's coming. Another had almost fled before the eventful time when I began to feel the weight of my cross. I know not how it came to Abraham's knowledge that Bernard McKey felt in his soul my presence.
I might have waited on forever, for Mr. McKey had not cast one pebbly word that must send up wavy ripples from deep spirit-waters; he only wandered, as any other might have done, upon the shore of my life, along its quiet, dewy sands, above its chalk-cliffs, and by the side of its green, sloping shores.
"Day by day brought to me new reasons why Bernard McKey must be unto me only a medical student in Doctor Percival's office, and the stars sealed all that the day had done; whilst no night of sky was without a wandering comet, whereon was inscribed, in letters that flashed every way, the sentence that came with the lightning-stroke; even storms drowned it not; winter's cold did not freeze it.
Carefully I let in the light, until, without a shock, Miss Axtell learned that the room below contained Bernard McKey. "They did not understand me," she said, "or they would not have brought me here thus." After a long, long lull, Miss Axtell thanked me for telling her alone, where no one else could see how the knowledge played around her heart.
I think she must have forgotten, at times, that it was to Mary's sister that she was telling her story. She waited a little, until I asked her to "tell me more." "The face of that Autumn grew rosy, wrinkled, and died upon Winter's snowy bed; and yet I lived, and Abraham, and Bernard McKey perhaps, I knew not. The year was nearly gone since Mary died, and no ray of knowledge had come from him.
Axtell took it into his hands, turned it to the light, and read on it the name of my sister. I said to him, "Look on the inside." He did. It was the fatal cup from which Mary Percival drank the death-drops. Poisonous crystals lay in its depth. I told him so. I told him how Bernard McKey, driven to despair, had made the fatal mistake. I thought to have seen the sunlight of joy go up his face.
Verily, little friend, I know that God had put it into Creation for me, and yet there seemed His own law written against it"; and Miss Axtell's tones grew very soft and tremulously low, as she said, "Mr. McKey had faults that could not, existing in action, make any woman happy: do you think happiness was meant for woman?"
"'I was just looking for you, Miss Lettie. I've got a letter here. Mistress is too sick to read it for me, and Master's away. Would you? "It was addressed to Chloe. I broke the seal and opened it. It seemed a long letter. I gave a sigh at the task before me, and looked over to the end. I saw the signature: it was Bernard H. McKey.
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