The Survivor eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 254 pages of information about The Survivor.

The Survivor eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 254 pages of information about The Survivor.
a young man sacrificing a possibly brilliant future for the commonplace joys of domesticity.  I became even as the rest.  My head was turned; my letters to Alice became less frequent; every penny of the money I was earning went to pay my tailor’s bills, and to keep pace with the life which, as her constant companion, I was forced to live.  All the while the girl who trusted me never complained, but was breaking her heart.  They sent for me—­she was unwell.  I had promised to take Emily upon the river, and she declined to let me off.  I think that evening some premonition of the truth came to me.  We saw a child drowned—­I watched Emily’s face.  She looked at the corpse without a shudder, with frank and brutal curiosity.  She had never seen anything really dead,—­it was quite interesting.  Well, I hurried back to my rooms, meaning to catch a night train into Devonshire.  On the mantelpiece was a telegram which had come early in the morning.  Alice was worse—­their only hope was in my speedy coming.  I dashed into a hansom, but on the step another telegram was handed to me.  Alice was dead.  I had not seen her for ten months, and she was dead.”

There was an odd, strained silence.  Douglas walked away to the window and gazed with misty eyes over a wilderness of housetops.  Rice’s head had fallen forward upon his arms.  It was long before he spoke again.  When he did his tone was changed.

“For days I was stupefied.  Then habit conquered.  I went to her.  I hoped for sympathy—­she laughed at me.  It was for the best.  Then I told her truths, and she flung them back at me.  I knew then what manner of woman she was—­without heart, vain, callous, soulless.  It is the sport of her life to play with, and cast aside when she is weary of them, the men whom she thinks it worth while to make her slaves.  A murderess is a queen amongst the angels to her; it is the souls of men she destroys, and laughs when she sees them sink down into hell.  My eyes were opened, but it was too late.  I had lost the girl who loved me, and whom I loved.  I was head over ears in debt, my work had suffered from constant attendance upon her, I lost my position, and every chance I ever had in life went with it.  I have become an ill-paid hack, and even to-day I am not free from debt after years of struggling.  Douglas Jesson, I have never spoken of these things to any breathing man, but every word is the gospel truth.”

Then again there was a silence, for dismay had stolen into the heart of the man who listened.  For Douglas knew that the bonds were upon him too, though they had lain upon his shoulders like silken threads.  Rice came over to him and laid his hand almost affectionately upon his arm.

“Douglas,” he said, “you are man enough to strike a blow for your life.  You know that I have spoken truth to you.”

“I know it.”

“You will be your own man.”

Douglas turned upon him with blazing eyes.

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