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Miss Axtell said "she hated to have other people see her feel"; she asked "would I manage it for her, that no one should be nigh when she met Mr. McKey?" It was that very evening that papa, calling Sophie and me into his room, told us a little of the former history of the people in his house. "I want you to help me, children," he said; "ladies manage such things better than we men know how to."
McKey was sitting in the door of the little white office. He came out to meet me ere I had reached the street, asked if I was on my way home. "I said 'Yes, with the lazy sort of languor born of the indolence of the hour. "'Have you energy enough for a walk to the sea-shore? he asked. "It had been my wish that very day. I had not been there since Mary's illness. I hesitated in giving an answer.
It was only the old story of the captive polishing chains to wear them away; and yet Mr. McKey was simply very civil and intentionally kind, where he might have been courteously indifferent. Abraham was away when Bernard McKey came to Redleaf. For more than twelve months this terrible something had been working its power into my soul.
Bernard McKey had wronged Abraham, had taken the light out of his life, and a great longing for his punishment came up. How should it be effected? She believed that open judgment would awaken resistance in me, that I would stand beside him then, in the face of all the world, and recompense him for his punishment, I, an Axtell, her daughter. So she came to me with a compromise.
McKey improved during my absence? The party near me began to talk; it was pleasant to hear soft home words spoken by them, it gave me, alone as I was, a sense of protection. When the owner of the footsteps again came near, I scarcely noticed it. I had reason to do so a moment later.
He met my mother twice; even her quick eyes had no ray of suspicion in them. "Four years ago we went to Europe: father's health demanded it. There, by accident, I met Mr. McKey. Fourteen years had so changed him from the medical student in Doctor Percival's office, that, although without disguise, neither mother nor Abraham recognized him. It was in England that father died, there that we met Mr.
"But one word came from his lips, as he confronted me there, with folded arms; it was, "'When? "'This very afternoon, Abraham. "Mother came out at the moment. She saw the cloud on Abraham's brow even in the dim light. She asked, 'What is it? and Abraham answered us both at the same time. "He had been to the home of Bernard McKey.
Friday 1804. Set out early proceeded on passed Several Sand bars the river wide and Shallow 3 beaver Caught last night, Drizeley rain in the forepart of this day, cloudy and disagreeable, I walked on Shore with a view to find an old Vulcanio, Said to be in this neighbourhood by Mr. J. McKey of St. Charles.
Whatever he discerned there, he, too, stood before her and my brother. Abraham handed me a letter, saying, 'Read that, for your proof. "And I read. The letter bore the signature of Bernard McKey. The date was the night of Alice's death.
When I ended, she said, "You have kept this secret twenty-five days; mine has been mine eighteen years. Mr. McKey has wandered in the time over the world of civilization, coming here at every return, making only day-visits, wandering up and down familiar places, meeting people whom he knew, but who never saw him through his disguises.
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