We laugh at the Farce—at the Tragedy, weep:—
The acts are surprises—no waits intervene
And only the Author stands back of the scene.
For two months Sir Frederic Atherton had hardly eaten or slept, so great was his grief at Stella's disappearance1. No stone had been left unturned by him in the search for Maurice Sinclair and his beautiful victim.
No shadow of doubt as to Stella's unspotted purity, crossed his noble soul, and in despair he sat down to a hasty breakfast at the Club, while he ransacked2 his brain to find, if possible, some untried scheme for Maurice's capture.
His eyes roved absently about the richly appointed place, and almost instantly, associated in his mind with these very surroundings, came the recollection of a former breakfast, at the same place some months previous.
He was breakfasting with a friend who had just returned from America, and in relating the news of their mutual3 acquaintances, mentioned the approaching reception of Mrs. Sinclair's adopted daughter.
Almost simultaneous with the mention of her name, a young man rose from another table and took a seat nearer the ones occupied by his friend and himself.
The young man was slight, but athlete in build, and his face, although dark and sunburned, would have been extremely pleasing, but for a suspiciously unnatural4 moustache, that drooped5 heavily over his mouth, completely hiding that feature and thereby6 seriously injuring the amiability7 of his expression.
The young man was evidently interested in their conversation, but Sir Frederic at the time gave it little thought, and the matter slipped from his mind a moment after. The occurrence returning to his memory so vividly8 at just this time, impressed him strangely.
Could this young man have been Maurice Sinclair, disguised and under an assumed name, masquerading about London, in search of information regarding his mother's household before returning thereto?
Then another idea, relative to the flight of Maurice and Stella, occurred to him, and suddenly springing to his feet he exclaimed excitedly, "I'll try it. It can do no harm." A week later he embarked9 incog. on a transatlantic steamer bound for New York.
Something seemed to tell him that Maurice Sinclair, hunted as he was by every police officer and detective in London, was sure, sooner or later, to fly to America for protection. Of course, the usual information had been cabled to American ports, but detection could be so easily avoided, that Sir Frederic felt that Maurice would take the risk as a choice between two evils. Then again he reasoned, that a man familiar, as Maurice was, with the ports of Hong Kong and Calcutta (and his blood ran cold at the very thought), would naturally return thereto if circumstances forced his departure from London. But obeying the whisper[Pg 96] that had so plainly suggested America to his mind, he found himself, after a rapid passage, safely landed in New York, and shortly after, comfortably situated10 in the Brunswick, one of its most spacious11 hotels.
To a man like Sir Frederic, the encumbrance12 of an assumed name was a never ceasing annoyance13. His was a nature wholly antagonistic14 to deception15 of any sort, but he knew that in this manner only could he outwit so clever a rascal16 as the one he was pursuing.
Fortunately, he found one true and tried friend before he had been in the city long, and together they worked and waited for clues that should lead to his loved one's speedy recovery. Weeks went by while he patiently searched, and four months after the disappearance of Stella, Sir Frederic, disgusted with his foolish chase across the water, was sadly preparing to return. On the last Sunday afternoon of his stay he went with his friend for a farewell drive through the magnificent boulevards of Central Park.
The day was perfect, and carriages of every description, from the private liveried turnout to[Pg 97] the hired cab and rustic17 country wagon18, were ambling19 along, filled with men, women and children, all bent20 on securing as much pure air and sunshine as was obtainable during the short afternoon. Suddenly, at a sharp turn of the carriage-road, the vehicle containing the two men came side to side with a light phaeton, whose diminutive21 pony22 was ably guided by an extremely stylish23 young lady, and there, sitting by her side in evident favor, was the man for whom Sir Frederic was searching and for whose apprehension24 all London was desirous.
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