At the luncheon1, which was served in their private dining-room, Leola could scarcely touch a morsel2, she was so eager to tell her father all that she had heard that morning, barring, of course, the facts about Chester Olyphant, whose name she vowed3 should never pass her lips.
But she had scarcely begun her story when he smiled and interrupted:
“It seems quite a coincidence that we have both met people from the United States this morning—ghosts, as it were, out of your past life.”
“Why, papa?”
“Yes, people from West Virginia, dear—old neighbors of yours—and from them I have heard already all you were going to tell me.”
“Neighbors of mine! Why, papa, dear, you cannot mean—the Bennetts?”
“Why not, my dear?”
“Why not, indeed? They are rich enough to travel, and I remember now that my governess used to hanker after foreign travel. So she is here? You have seen her? Dear soul, I must call at once.”
“She will be here herself by-and-by, so you have only to wait and rest till she comes.”
“I shall be very impatient,” declared Leola, and then she laughed:
“I suppose Giles Bennett has forgiven me the trick I played him by now?”
“Oh, yes, he said so with very hearty4 emphasis, and I believed him. Indeed, the man appeared proud of his wife, who seems to dote on him. They have been touring the continent for several months, and I met them in an art gallery this morning. I confess I should hardly have known them again, they were both so improved since that night, but Mrs. Bennett recognized my face, and ran joyfully5 to me to ask about you. So we talked for an hour, and I invited them to call at our hotel this afternoon.”
“I can hardly wait for them to come, I am so anxious,” declared the girl, joyfully. “Are you sure that you have told me everything, papa?”
“Did I mention that Wizard Hermann was dead?”
“No, papa.”
“Well, that is one of the things they told me. It happened quite suddenly, the cause being heart failure, so after that they decided6 on this tour. They have with them also some one else that you know—a Mrs. Gray, who had a present made her of this tour by a gentleman whom she had nursed through an illness. How strange you look, Leola! You have grown pale, and you tremble. Are you ill?”
“Oh, no, papa—perhaps just a little nervous. Go on, papa, have you anything more to tell?”
“Not just now, my dear daughter—not till you take your luncheon. No? A drop of this wine, perhaps, to set you up. There, the color is coming back to your cheeks. Shall I ring to have the things taken away?”
“My dear daughter, I have been hearing surprising things about you to-day. While I have been wondering at your indifference10 to men, it seems you already had a lover.”
Her cheeks paled, then flamed.
“Who has dared betray that unhappy episode of my past? Who has called his despicable name?” she half-sobbed.
“Gently, dear; perhaps he does not deserve your scorn,” he said.
“Then you do not know all the story, papa.”
“Perhaps I know it better than you do, my darling girl, and, strange to say, Chester Olyphant has been known to me for years. His father and mother were dear friends of mine, and I knew their boy when he was a little curly-headed chap in kilts. Naturally, I lost sight of him afterward13 in my exile.”
Leola cried, bitterly:
“You lost sight of him, so you did not know he grew up to be an unworthy scion14 of a good family—a heartless trifler with women’s hearts.”
“Grave charges, my daughter!”
“You said that you knew all, dear papa.”
“Yes, I have heard both sides of the story, and you know only one, Leola.”
“Papa!”
“You know only one,” he repeated.
Leola cried, passionately15:
“That was all there was to know! And I am sorry, I am indignant, that my friends, in mistaken kindness, have betrayed this to you. I—I—was forgetting it in this new life with you—only it came back bitterly this morning when Jessie told me—that—she—will be married to him—in July!”
“Spare me, papa!” and the golden head was buried on his breast, while heaving sobs18 shook his daughter’s form from head to feet—sobs that seemed to burst her very heart in twain.
Had her heart grown callous? Oh, no, the pity of it, that she could not deny she had given her love, irrevocably, to another woman’s lover—to one unworthy her lightest thought.
“A honeyed heart for the honeycomb,
And the humming bee flies home.
“A heavy heart in the honey-flower,
And the bee has had his hour.”
Alston Mead let her head rest in his arms until the storm of tears spent itself naturally; then, as she began to grow calmer, he exclaimed, angrily:
“Curses on the woman whose malice19 has culminated20 in this past year of sorrow; whose memory must always darken your life, even when the shadow shall be removed.”
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She started when her father laughed aloud:
“My dearest, how little faith you had in your lover, to believe all that little cat told you out of spite!”
“Oh, papa, you do not understand. Indeed, he was her lover. Jessie spoke22 the truth. He—only—sought—to amuse himself with me. I—I—know that it is true, for—I—saw—her—in—his arms!”
He could hardly bear the anguish23 in the great, dark eyes, the shame, the self-pity in the quivering voice: he must tell her the truth; he could not see her suffer any more, poor, proud Leola!
So he answered, quickly:
“You saw her spring to his arms, my dear; and if you had not fainted at the sight, you would have seen her the next moment repulsed25 with scorn by the man who despised the shallow little deceiver.”
A wild cry of incredulous hope shrilled26 over her lips, and his words came like a star in the night of her despair.
He continued, tenderly:
“You were tricked and deceived, my poor Leola, by two designing women. Granted that Chester Olyphant had once been engaged to marry Jessie Stirling, he had found her out and broken with her before he came to the mountains to seek you. The girl lied to you, deceived you wickedly, scheming to separate you and win him back herself. You fainted, and then Fate stepped in and aided Miss Stirling to keep you deceived for a whole year, but that was all, for he continued to repulse24 all her efforts to get him back. His only fault toward you, darling, was his hiding his name and position, in the natural, romantic desire to be loved for himself alone!”
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