The Argosy — page 29: what you’re looking at

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Edina. 19 ever, was a more bulky letter, sealed and marked “Private.” Frank chanced to be alone at the moment, and opened it with some curiosity. On a single sheet of enveloping paper, enclosing a letter from Dr. Raynor, were the following lines from Edina: “My poor father was so anxious to see you, dear Frank, at the last that it disturbed his peace. Of course you could not come, under the circumstances ; he saw that; but he said over and over again, and groaned when he said it, that your not coming was most unfortunate, and to you might be disastrous. At the different hours in the day and night when a train was due, nothing could exceed the eagerness with which he looked out for you, and his restlessness when it grew too late to admit hope that you had come. The day before he died when he knew the end was approaching and he should not live to see you, he caused himself to be propped up in bed and had pen and ink brought that he might write to you. He watched me seal up the letter when it was finished, and charged me to send it to you when all was over, but to be sure to enclose it privately, and to tell you to open and read it when you were alone. E, R.” Sending Edina’s note of the demise to Major Raynor by a servant, Frank carried these lines and the Doctor's letter to his chamber: thereby obeying injunctions, but nevertheless wondering at them very much. What could his uncle have to say to him necessitating secrecy ? Breaking the seal, he ran his eyes over the almost illegible lines, that the dying hand had traced. “My dear Nephew Frank,—I wanted to see you. I ought not to have put it off so long. But this closing scene has come upon me somewhat suddenly.; and now I cannot write all I ought to, and should wish: and I must, of necessity, write abruptly. “ Are you conscious of beng in any danger? Have yon committed any act that could bring you under the arm of the law? If so, take care of yourself. A dreadful rumour was whispered in my ears by Andrew Float, connecting you with the hitherto unexplained fate of Bell the miner. I charged Float to be silent—and I think he will be, for he is a kind and good man, and only spoke to me that I might put you on your guard—and I questioned Blase Pellet, from whom Float had heard it. Pellet was sullen, obstinate, would not say much; but he did say he could hang you, and woudd do it if you offended him or put yourself in his way, I could not get anything more from him, and it was not a subject that I cared to minutely inquire into, or could pursue openly. “ My boy, you know best what grounds there may be for this half- breathed accusation, whether any ornone. I have hardly had a minute's comicbooks.com |