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Others, fully conscious that they have been entrusted with a world message, confront a mountain with as much courage as they do a sand dune, and press onward, whether the stars are in a guiding or a hiding mood. Mrs. Arabelle Seabright, aspirant for world honors, sat in a rocking-chair in her room in the Domain Hotel, Almaville, the stopping place of the wealthiest and most aristocratic visitors.
Her aunt, said that lady, was physically better, but Brother Seabright had left "partkler word" that she was to see nobody.
Do you think he will understand?" Down at Seabright, Hastings and his wife walked in the sunken garden. The moon was so bright that the roses still held their color. "I would like to thank him," said the young wife. She meant the Young Man of Wall Street. "But for him we would have lost this." Her eyes caressed the garden, the fruit-trees, the house with wide, hospitable verandas.
Taking from her bosom a small vial she swallowed the contents, fell across the breast of the dead and joined him in the spirit land. When Mr. Seabright had delivered to Mrs. Seabright the message of the intruder, he turned and looked at the man in a helpless sort of way. When Mrs. Seabright was gone the man remarked to Mr. Seabright: "I been had my eye on your house for sevul years.
His visitor, to expedite matters, assisted him in dressing. "Take your money and the like. I won't need it where I'll be 'fore night," said the intruder. Mr. Seabright took advantage of this offer to pile into a small valise all the money, valuable papers and jewels in the house that he could find. He went out of the rear door and passed back to his stable, and out into the alley.
"You are more interested in this American girl, than in me. I think you might ask a little concerning my love affair with Captain Seabright." "I always ask you about Mr. Van Ariens. A girl cannot have two lovers," "But if one is gone away?" "Then he has gone away; and that is the end of him. He must not trouble the one who has come to stay, eh, Mary?" "You are right, Annie.
"Mother, say to me the prayer that you taught me in my childhood days when you were not this way. Lead me back there once more, for something within tells me that life is never more to be life to me." Mrs. Seabright did not at all relish the sentimental turn of her son's mind, but she began in as tender tones as she could summon: "Now I lay me down to sleep."
But she kept on, until the window was suddenly darkened by a figure, and Brother Seabright, leaping in, caught her in his arms as she was reeling fainting, but still clinging to the rope. But his strong presence and some powerful magnetism in his touch restored her. "You have heard all!" he said. "Yes." "Then for your aunt's sake, for your dead father's sake, FORGET all!
"I must ask auntie; I shouldn't like to leave her; and there's the chapel." "Isn't that revivalist preacher enough to run it for a while?" said her companion, half-sneeringly. The remark was not a tactful one. "Mr. Seabright hasn't been here for a month," she answered somewhat quickly. "But he's coming next Sunday, and I'm glad of it. He's a very good man. And there's nothing he don't notice.
Arabelle Seabright's net had caught its fish. And what had the fish caught? Now that is the vital question. Unusual For A Man. Never in all of human history was an ambitious woman more satisfied with the progress of her plans than was Mrs. Arabelle Seabright. In due time the Hon. H. G. Volrees had formed her acquaintance and it was not long before they had come to an understanding.
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