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And folding her in his arms, and kissing her fervently, even as his remorse were thereby assuaged as well as his love gratified, he departed, leaving Effie to thoughts we should be sorry to think ourselves capable of putting into words. Nor need we say more than that Stormonth kept his word. Effie Carr was in a few days Mrs.
"Myself," continued the daughter; "I filled up the cheque at the bidding o' Robert Stormonth, whom I had lang loved. It was he wha put my faither's name to it. It was to him I gave the money, to relieve him from debt, and he has fled."
"Besides," she continued, "my father, who is a hard man, keeps his desk lockit." Words which took Stormonth aback, for even he saw there was here a necessity as strong as his own; yet the power of invention went to work again. "Listen, Effie," said he. "If you cannot help me, it is not likely we shall meet again. I am desperate, and will go into the army."
"Write one out for me, and I will put your father's name to it. You can draw the money. I will be saved from ruin; and your father will never know." A proposal which again brought a shudder over the girl. "Is it Robert Stormonth who asks me to do this thing?" she whispered again. "No," said he; "for I am not myself.
That same evening Effie Carr wrote out the draft for twenty pounds on the Bank of Scotland, gave it to Stormonth, who, from a signature of the father's, also furnished by her, perpetrated the forgery a crime at that time punishable by death. The draft so signed was returned to Effie.
The dismissal was against the protestations of Effie, who alone knew he was innocent; and she had to bear the further grief of learning that Stormonth had left the city on the very day whereon she was apprehended a discovery this too much for a frame always weak, and latterly so wasted by her confinement in prison, and the anguish of mind consequent upon her strange position.
All which proceedings soon came on the wings of rumour to the ears of Robert Stormonth, who was not formed to be a martyr even for a love which was to him as true as his nature would permit. He saw his danger, because he did not see the character of a faithful girl who would die rather than compromise her lover.
Affrighted Conservatives were seen to jam their hats on their heads the only mark of disapproval possible and glare defiance at those who impeded the exit. The Tory member for Stormonth it was afterwards admitted in evidence stripped his coat and threatened to knock any two of the opposing Radicals down.
One day, when Effie was engaged with her work, of which she was as weary as of the dreaming which accompanied it, there appeared before her, without premonition or foreshadowing sign, Robert Stormonth of Kelton, dressed as a country gentleman, booted, and with a whip in his hand. "Are you Effie Carr?"
Wherein, after all, he was only true to the instincts of that institution, apparently so inhumane as well as unchristian in its exclusiveness, called aristocracy, and yet with the excuse that its roots are pretty deeply set in human nature. But, proud as he was, Bob Stormonth, the younger of Kelton, was amenable to the obligations of a necessity, forged by his own imprudent hands.
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