Uncle Max eBook

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‘Oh, Mr. Eric, and you never considered how Gladys would suffer!’

’Yes, that was my only trouble; but I thought they would turn her against me in time.  I was nearly mad, I tell you:  but for Phil Power I believe I should have been desperate; but he stuck to me, and was always telling me that a man can live down anything.  Indeed, but for Phil and his pretty little wife I should have starved, for I had no notion of helping myself, and would not have begged for a job to save my life, for I could not forget I was a gentleman.  But Phil got me work at his governor’s.  So I turned house-painter, and rather liked my employment.  I used to tell myself that it was better than old Armstrong’s office.  Why, I make two pounds a week now when we are in full work,’ finished the poor lad proudly.

My heart was yearning over him, he was so boyish and weak and impulsive; but I would not spare him.  I told him that it was cowardly of him to hide himself,—­that it would have been braver and nobler to have lived his life openly.  ‘Why not have let your brother know what you were doing?’ I continued.  ’For years this shadow has been over his home.  He has believed you dead.  He has even feared self-destruction.  This fear has embittered his life and made him a hard, unhappy man.’

‘Do you mean Giles has suffered like that?’ he exclaimed; and his gray eyes grew misty.

’Yes, in spite of all your sins against him, he has loved you dearly; and Gladys—­’ But he put up his hand, as though he could hear no more.

’Yes, I know, poor darling; but I have often seen her, often been near her; but I heard her laugh, and thought she was happy and had forgotten me.  How long is it since Leah confessed, Miss—­Miss—­’ And here he laughed a little nervously.  ’I do not know who you are, and yet you must be a friend.’

’I am Ursula Garston, a very close friend of your sister Gladys, and I have been nursing her in this last illness.’

‘What! has she been ill?’ he asked anxiously.  And when I had given him full particulars he questioned me again about Leah’s confession, and I had to repeat all I could remember of her words.

‘Then I was not cleared when you spoke to me at Hyde Park Gate?’ he returned, with a relieved air.  ’So it did not matter my giving you the slip.  You frightened me horribly, Miss Garston, I can tell you that.  I saw those advertisements, too, to Jack Poynter, and I was very near leaving the country; but I am glad I held on, as Phil advised,’ drawing a long breath as he spoke.



We were interrupted at this moment by the landlady’s voice calling to Eric from the bottom of the stairs.

’Jack,—­I say, Jack, what has become of the steak I promised to cook for you?  I’ll be bound Jenny has eaten it.’

Eric gave a short laugh and went out into the passage, and I heard him say, in rather a low voice,—­

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