CHAPTER IX. MRS. BARTON'S SECRET.

 Mrs. Barton staggered, and would have fallen, had not the other held her up. "You here," she exclaimed, in amazement¹, "after being absent so many years?"

 

"Yes; it has been a cruel exile. We have been very unfortunate."

 

"Where have you been these last ten years, Simeon?"

 

"For the last eight years in Canada."

 

"And you did not write me?"

 

"No; I feared it would set officers on my track. I have heard from you now and then, indirectly². Have you suffered much?"

 

"It has been a weary time. It would have been easier to bear if I had heard from you."

 

"A letter from Canada would have been sure to attract attention and invite comment. Besides, I had no money to send you. Misfortune has pursued me, and I have only been able to support myself. When I think of the62 probable author of my misfortunes, I own it has made me feel revengeful."

 

"To whom do you refer, Simeon?"

 

"To Albert Marlowe."

 

"What do you mean? How is he responsible for your—misfortune?"

 

"I will tell you. I believe that it was he who stole the bonds, the loss of which was imputed³ to me."

 

"Is it possible that you have any proof of this?" asked Mary Barton eagerly. "The bond that was found in your possession——"

 

"Was placed in my overcoat pocket for the express purpose of throwing suspicion upon me. You remember that it was a bond for five hundred dollars, while the amount stolen was six thousand."

 

"Yes."

 

"Albert and I were both at work in the same establishment. We were on a level, so far as means are concerned."

 

"Yes."

 

"Now he is a rich man," added Simeon Barton significantly.

 

"Yes; he is considered worth thirty thousand dollars."

 

"It was the stolen money that gave him his start, I verily believe."63

 

"He did not start in business for himself for more than a year after—the trouble."

 

"No; for he thought it would invite suspicion. I have reason to think that he disposed of the bonds in Canada, and with the proceeds started in as a manufacturer. How otherwise could he have done so? He was only earning two dollars a day when we were working together, and it cost him all of that to support his family."

 

"I have often wondered where he obtained money to go into business."

 

"I don't think there is any mystery about it."

 

"And you have been compelled to bear the consequences of his wrong-doing while he has been living in luxury?" said Mary Barton bitterly.

 

"Yes; but mine is not a solitary⁴ case. Wickedness often flourishes in this world. We must look to the future for compensation."

 

"Do you think you will ever be able to prove your innocence⁵, Simeon?"

 

"It is all that I live for. If I can do that, we can live together again. But tell me, before I go any further, how are you and the boy getting along?"

 

"We are comfortable," answered Mary Barton briefly⁶. She did not care to add to her64 husband's anxieties by speaking of Bert's discharge.

 

"I wish I had some money to give you, but I only had enough to bring me here and return."

 

"You had an object in coming?"

 

"Yes; there was a man who was employed by Weeks Brothers at the time of the loss of the bonds. I learned some months since—it is not necessary to explain how—that he could throw light on the long unsolved mystery—that he knew the real thief. I am in search of him. Some time I hope to find him, and make clear my innocence by the aid of his testimony⁷."

 

"Oh, Simeon, if you only could!" exclaimed Mrs. Barton, clasping her hands.

 

"I shall try, at all events."

 

"I wonder if it would not be well to consult Uncle Jacob?"

 

"Uncle Jacob!" repeated Simeon Barton in surprise.

 

"Yes; I have not told you. He has returned from California, and is now in New York."

 

"Have you seen him?"

 

"Yes; he spent a week at our house."

 

Mrs. Barton went on to give the particulars of Uncle Jacob's visit.65

 

"He is a poor man," she concluded. "As I understand, he brought home but five hundred dollars, but he is lucky enough to be employed in an office in New York at a salary of twelve dollars a week."

 

"If I were earning that, and could hold up my head an honest man, without a stain—an undeserved stain—upon my name, I should be happy."

 

"Can you tell me Uncle Jacob's address?" he asked, after a pause. "I don't think I shall venture to call upon him, for I am subject to arrest on the old charge, as you know, and the New York detectives are sharp, but I might write to him and ask his advice. But stay! he thinks me dead, does he not?"

 

"Yes."

 

"And Bert—is that what you still call him?—he still thinks that he has no father living?"

 

"You wished it so, Simeon."

 

"Yes; but the time may come when the secret can be revealed to him. I may disclose myself to Uncle Jacob. I don't remember him very well, but——"

 

"He is the best and kindest of men. I wish, he could have found employment here."

 

"Did he visit Albert?"

 

"Yes; he remained at his house one night."66

 

"Was he well received?"

 

"At first; for, coming from California, Albert supposed him rich. When he found he had but five hundred dollars, he lost no time in turning him out of the house."

 

"Poor Uncle Jacob! It must have hurt the old man's feelings."

 

"I feared it would, but he only seemed amused—not at all offended."

 

"He has seen so much of the world that he probably expected it. The old man seemed in good spirits, then?"

 

"Yes; he declared that he was well able to earn his own living still, though he is sixty-five, and was as gay and cheerful as a young man. He insisted on paying his board while he was with us."

 

"There is nothing mean about Uncle Jacob."

 

"No; and it is a mystery to me why such men as he, who would make so good use of riches, should almost always be poor."

 

"And men like Albert Marlowe are rich."

 

"Yes."

 

"There are a good many things that are difficult to make out. Where are you going to stay to-night, Simeon?" she asked, after a pause.67

 

"I—don't know."

 

"I wish I could invite you to the house where you have the best right to be."

 

"I wish so, too."

 

"Bert doesn't know that you are alive. Perhaps I might introduce you as an old friend of his father."

 

"If you think it would do. He would not speak of your having a visitor?"

 

"Not if I told him not to do so."

 

"You have tempted⁸ me strongly, Mary. I should like to see our boy, to see with my own eyes how he is looking at fifteen. And it would be a comfort to rest once more beneath the same roof as the wife from whom I have been so long separated."

 

"I think we can risk it, Simeon. I must introduce you under another name."

 

"Call me Robinson. That is the name I have borne for some years past."

 

"Mother!" was heard from a little distance.

 

"Bert has come out in search of me, being alarmed by my long absence. Now, be on your guard."

 

"Is that you, mother? Where have you been so long? I got quite anxious about you."

 

"I met an old friend of your father, Bert, and in talking with him I forgot how time was68 passing. Mr. Robinson, this is my son Herbert."

 

Bert greeted the stranger politely. As his hand rested for a moment in the hand of Mr. Robinson, he felt the latter tremble.

 

"Do you remember your father, Herbert?" asked the supposed stranger.

 

"Not very well. He died when I was quite a young boy."

 

"True! It was indeed a long time since," murmured Robinson, with a sigh.

 

"Bert, I have invited Mr. Robinson to stay with us to-night. It is long since I have seen him and we may not meet again for some time. He will share your room."

 

"Certainly, mother."

 

They went together to the cottage. Mrs. Barton prepared some tea, and they sat down to a slight meal.

 

"Oh, if it could only continue thus!" thought Simeon Barton, as he looked wistfully at the wife and son from whom he had been so long separated. "It is like a sight of the promised land."

 

"Do you know my mother's cousin, Albert Marlowe?" asked Bert, during the evening.

 

"I used to know him some years ago."

 

"Shall you call upon him? He is a rich man now."

 

"I think not I never—liked—him much."

 

Bert laughed.

 

"Ditto for me!" he said. "He is a cold, selfish man. He is not popular with his workmen."

 

"By the way, Bert," said his mother, "you need not mention Mr. Robinson's visit. His business requires secrecy⁹."

 

"All right, mother! I'll bear it in mind."

1 amazement   

n.惊奇，惊讶

参考例句：

• All those around him looked at him with amazement.周围的人都对他投射出惊异的眼光。
• He looked at me in blank amazement.他带着迷茫惊诧的神情望着我。

2 indirectly   

adv.间接地，不直接了当地

参考例句：

• I heard the news indirectly.这消息我是间接听来的。
• They were approached indirectly through an intermediary.通过一位中间人，他们进行了间接接触。

3 imputed   

v.把（错误等）归咎于( impute的过去式和过去分词 )

参考例句：

• They imputed the accident to the driver's carelessness. 他们把这次车祸归咎于司机的疏忽。 来自《现代英汉综合大词典》
• He imputed the failure of his marriage to his wife's shortcomings. 他把婚姻的失败归咎于妻子的缺点。 来自辞典例句

4 solitary   

adj.孤独的，独立的，荒凉的；n.隐士

参考例句：

• I am rather fond of a solitary stroll in the country.我颇喜欢在乡间独自徜徉。
• The castle rises in solitary splendour on the fringe of the desert.这座城堡巍然耸立在沙漠的边际，显得十分壮美。

5 innocence   

n.无罪；天真；无害

参考例句：

• There was a touching air of innocence about the boy.这个男孩有一种令人感动的天真神情。
• The accused man proved his innocence of the crime.被告人经证实无罪。

6 briefly   

adv.简单地，简短地

参考例句：

• I want to touch briefly on another aspect of the problem.我想简单地谈一下这个问题的另一方面。
• He was kidnapped and briefly detained by a terrorist group.他被一个恐怖组织绑架并短暂拘禁。

7 testimony   

n.证词；见证，证明

参考例句：

• The testimony given by him is dubious.他所作的证据是可疑的。
• He was called in to bear testimony to what the police officer said.他被传入为警官所说的话作证。

8 tempted   

v.怂恿（某人）干不正当的事；冒…的险（tempt的过去分词）

参考例句：

• I was sorely tempted to complain, but I didn't. 我极想发牢骚，但还是没开口。
• I was tempted by the dessert menu. 甜食菜单馋得我垂涎欲滴。

9 secrecy   

n.秘密，保密，隐蔽

参考例句：

• All the researchers on the project are sworn to secrecy.该项目的所有研究人员都按要求起誓保守秘密。
• Complete secrecy surrounded the meeting.会议在绝对机密的环境中进行。