Children of the Mist eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 685 pages of information about Children of the Mist.

Children of the Mist eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 685 pages of information about Children of the Mist.

In reality, Phoebe’s misery was of a complexion wholly different.  The necessity for living thus had not appeared so tremendous until she found herself launched into this sea of terrible deception.  In operation such sustained falsity came like to drive her mad.  She could not count the lies each day brought forth; she was frightened to pray for forgiveness, knowing every morning must see a renewal of the tragedy.  Hell seemed yawning for her, and the possibility of any ultimate happiness, reached over this awful road of mendacity and deceit, was more than her imagination could picture.  With loss of self-respect, self-control likewise threatened to depart.  She became physically weak, mentally hysterical.  The strain told terribly on her nature; and Chris mourned to note a darkness like storm-cloud under her grey eyes, and unwonted pallor upon her cheek.  Dr. Parsons saw Phoebe at this juncture, prescribed soothing draughts, and ordered rest and repose; but to Chris the invalid clung, and Mr. Lyddon was not a little puzzled that the sister of Phoebe’s bygone sweetheart should now possess such power to ease her mind and soothe her troubled nerves.

John Grimbal obeyed the injunction laid upon him and absented himself from Monks Barton.  All was prepared for the ceremony.  He had left his Red House farm and taken rooms for the present at “The Three Crowns.”  Hither came his brother to see him four nights before the weddingday.  Martin had promised to be best man, yet a shadow lay between the brothers, and John, his mind unnaturally jealous and suspicious from the nature of affairs with Phoebe, sulked of late in a conviction that Martin had watched his great step with unfraternal indifference and denied him the enthusiasm and congratulation proper to such an event.

The younger man found his brother scanning a new black broadcloth coat when he entered.  He praised it promptly, whereupon John flung it from him and showed no more interest in the garment.  Martin, not to be offended, lighted his pipe, took an armchair beside the fire, and asked for some whiskey.  This mollified the other a little; he produced spirits, loaded his own pipe, and asked the object of the visit.

“A not over-pleasant business, John,” returned his brother, frankly; “but ‘Least said, soonest mended.’  Only remember this, nothing must ever lessen our common regard.  What I am going to say is inspired by my—­”

“Yes, yes—­cut that.  Spit it out and have done with it.  I know there’s been trouble in you for days.  You can’t hide your thoughts.  You’ve been grim as a death’s-head for a month—­ever since I was engaged, come to think of it.  Now open your jaws and have done.”

John’s aggressive and hectoring manner spoke volubly of his own lack of ease.  Martin nerved himself to begin, holding it his duty, but secretly fearing the issue in the light of his brother’s hard, set face.

“You’ve something bothering you too, old man.  I’m sure of it.  God is aware I don’t know much about women myself, but—­”

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