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He proved to my mother's utmost satisfaction that her daughter had no right to care for one like Bernard McKey. He did not know the right that came on that night almost two years before. He saw that his proofs were idle to me; but he said 'he had another, one that I would accept, for I was an Axtell.
When I had said all that I would have said to any other human soul, under like darkness, he lighted up the night of his sin with strange fires. He poured upon his family's past the light hereditary. Abraham had been true in his statements. Bernard McKey was not well-born.
McKey the farewell, silent of all words. A few moments later, and we were on our homeward way, leaving a friend and a grave in England. "After our coming home, an intense longing came to speak of Herbert, to tell my proud mother to whom she was indebted for so many acts of kindly friendship; but often as I said, 'I will, I yet did not.
Father made apology for him by saying that it was important that he should return home immediately, and asked "could I make ready to receive some visitors the following day?" "Who, papa?" I asked. "Mr. Axtell and his sister." Mr. McKey was able that evening to cross the room, and sit beside the fire. I went in to inquire concerning his comfort. Papa was away. Mr.
"Bernard McKey, whom I have made most miserable, Lettie's life-long suffering, is there any atonement that I can offer to them?" "Yes, Mr. Axtell"; and I, too, arose, for the party had gone whilst I was telling my story. "Will you name it?" "Give unto the two a brother's love. Good night, Mr. Axtell." "I will," said a deep, solemn voice close beside me. I turned, and Mr. Axtell was gone.
Doctor Percival tried to reason with him, said words of comfort, but he heeded them not: they might as well have fallen on the vacant air. "Blessings be upon you two! if, out of suffering, God will send joy, it will be yours," Mr. Axtell said; and he offered his hand to Mr. McKey and his sister, as one does when taking farewell.
My mother's face fills up all the way; it comes out to meet me, and I do not rightly hear what she says, for my ears are filled with the roar of the life-current that frets over rocks below. I try to stay it while I listen; it only floods the way. There is time given me; there is no immediate cause for action: for this I am thankful. Mr. McKey left me at the tower on the day you heard us there.
"What, could have happened there, that I had not been missed? Father was absent from Redleaf. Bernard McKey was coming down the walk. I hid in the shrubbery, and let him pass. Oh, would that I had spoken to him, then, there! It would have saved so much misery on the round globe! "But I did not.
McKey is waiting to see you. I knocked to see, as I came up, and all the family are at tea." I went down with her. There was no trembling, only a stately calm in her manner, as she drew near. I knocked. Mr. McKey answered, "Come in," in his low, musical, variant tones. I turned the knob; the door opened. A moment later, I stood alone within the hall.
The result of her walk to the river was a subsequent day of prostration and a nervous headache. All the morning of that November day I sat beside her in the darkened room. I bathed her head, until she said there was too much life in my hands, and sent for Abraham. Thus my time of release came." A quick, involuntary smile crossed Miss Axtell's face at the memory of her first sight of Mr. McKey.
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