Her Weight in Gold and others Part 18
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"I may as well tell you that my husband drank terribly. It's all over the country anyhow, I hear."
"The Gloame pedigree says that you drove him to it."
"I know that is what the Gloames claim, but it is a shameless slander.
My poor, dear husband has told me since that he was wrong and he would give all he has on earth to set me aright in that hateful old pedigree.
The poor fellow killed himself, you doubtless know. I was never so shocked in my life as when I heard that he had committed such a brutal act." Mrs. Gloame was looking sadly, reminiscently into the fire and there was a trace of tears in her voice.
"But, my dear madam, didn't he begin by slaying you?" exclaimed Gates in surprise.
"To be sure, he did destroy me first or I might have kept him from committing the awful crime of suicide," she said, despondently.
PART II
"But murder is so much worse than suicide," expostulated Garrison. "We hang men for murder, you know."
"I've a notion that it would be difficult to hang them for suicide. But you are quite wrong in your estimation of the crime. You do not know what it is to be murdered, I presume."
"Well, hardly."
"Nor what it is to commit suicide? Well, let me advise you, judging from what I know of the hereafter, get murdered in preference to committing suicide. I'd even suggest that you commit murder, if you are determined to do anything rash."
"And be hanged for it!" laughed Gates.
"You can be hanged or be d----d, just as you like," she said meaningly.
"I wish you could talk to my husband if you are thinking of doing anything of the kind. I'm sure your young love affairs must be getting to the suicide stage by this time."
"But I don't want to kill anybody, much less myself. Oh, I beg your pardon," he cried suddenly. "Pray have a chair, Mrs. Gloame. It was unpardonable in me to let you remain standing so long. I've been a trifle knocked out, I mean disconcerted. That's my only excuse."
"You are not expected to know anything about ghost etiquette," she said sweetly, dropping into a chair at the side of the table farthest from the fire. Garrison had some fear that her vapoury figure might sink through the chair, but he was agreeably surprised to find that it did not. Mrs. Gloame leaned back with a sigh of contentment and deliberately crossed her pretty feet on the fender.
"Won't you sit nearer to the fire?" lie asked. "It's very cold tonight and you must be chilled to the bone. You are not dressed for cold weather." She was attired in a low-necked and sleeveless gown.
"I'm not at all cold and, besides, I did not bring my bones with me."
He resumed his seat at the opposite side of the table. "Have you come far tonight?"
"From the graveyard a mile down the river. It is a beautiful cemetery, isn't it?"
"I am quite a stranger in these parts. Besides, I'm not partial to graveyards."
"Oh, dear me," she cried, in confusion. "The idea of my sitting here talking to a total stranger all this time. You must think me extremely bold."
"I am the bold one, madam. It's my first experience, you know, and I think I'm doing pretty well, don't you? By the way, Mrs. Gloame, my name is Gates Garrison, of New York, and my sister is the present Mrs.
Gloame."
"The pretty young thing with the old Gloame husband?"
"Can't say she's pretty, you know. She's my sister."
"I pa.s.sed her in the hall tonight."
"The dev--the deuce you did!" cried Gates, coming to his feet in alarm.
"Then she must be lying out there in a dead faint." He was starting for the door when she recalled him.
"Oh, she did not see me. She merely s.h.i.+vered and asked a servant to close the door. An ill wind seems to be a north wind, so far as ghosts are concerned," she concluded pathetically. "So you are from New York.
Dear New York; I haven't been there in a hundred and thirty-five years, I dare say. One in my position rather loses count of the years, you know. I suppose the place is greatly changed. And your lady-love lives there, too, I see."
"My lady-love?" demanded Gates, taken back.
"Yes, the girl who is so well dressed from her shoulders up," with a tantalising smile.
"You mean--this?" he asked, turning a fiery red as he tried to slip the picture of Dolly under a book.
"Let me see it, please. Who is she?" He was ashamed, but he held out the picture. A poorly disguised look of disgust crossed the startled features of Mrs. G.o.dfrey Gloame.
"She's--a friend of the Colonel's," said Gates promptly.
"I should think his wife would do well to be on her guard. This is the first time I ever saw such a costume. In my day a woman would not have dared to do such a thing. Don't you know her?"
"Oh, casually," answered he, looking away.
"I'm glad to hear that. She is nothing to you, then?"
He shook his head in fine disdain.
"I don't care much for you men in these days, Mr. Garrison," she said.
"You're not complimentary."
"When I compare the men of my day--men like G.o.dfrey--with the men of today, I thank Heaven I had the honour to be killed by a gentleman. You don't know how many unhappy wives I meet in the cemetery."
"Well, there are no women like you in this day, either. You are beautiful, glorious," he cried, leaning toward her eagerly. She shrank back with a laugh, holding her hands between his face and her own.
"How lovely," she sighed. "But keep away, please."
"Well, I should say," he exclaimed, his teeth almost chattering, so cold was the air that fanned his face. "I never got such a frost from a woman in all my life."
"If my husband had heard your words of flattery he would have created a terrible disturbance. He was fearfully jealous--a perfect devil when the spell came over him."
"A devil then and a devil now, I may infer."
"Oh, no; you do him an injustice. G.o.dfrey really was an angel, and if he had not killed himself I think he would not now be in such an uncertain position. He is still on probation, you see."
"Between two fires, as it were."
"I think not. The last time I saw him he was s.h.i.+vering."
"I don't wonder," said Gates, ruefully, recalling the chill of a moment since. "Does he ever come here?"
"Not often. There are so many unpleasant a.s.sociations, he says. It was here that the funeral took place and he has expressed very strong exceptions to the sermon of a minister who alluded to him as an unfortunate victim of his own folly. The idea! It would have been folly, indeed, for G.o.dfrey to have lived after I was dead. Every woman in Virginia would have been crazy to marry him. And then one of the pall-bearers did not suit him. He had cheated G.o.dfrey in a horse trade, I think."
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