The Two Destinies

I was kept a close prisoner in my room, watched

ed to write to Mary, and to slip my note into the willing hand of the housemaid who attended on me. Useless! The vigilance of my guardia

my mother was pe

sts in any way. My father had completely overwhelmed her by announcing tha

in London; he has let the house to some rich tradesman for seven years; he has sold the plate, and the jewels that came

d the post-chais

er and his daughter had gone with him. No friend or neighbor lingered near with a message; no letter lay waiting for me; no hint was left to tell me in what direction they had taken their departure. After the insulting words which his master had spoken to him, Dermody's pride was concerned in leaving no trace of his whereabouts; my father might consi

elded as to leave to my mother the responsibilit

e," she said, gently. "And we may h

eye as we passed it. I stooped, and discovered some writing in pencil. I looked closer - it wa

ear. Don't

me - it was like a farewell touch from Mary's ha

ight we wer

nd his mother and daughter and directing inquiries to be made at the various coach-offices in London. She also referred the lawyers to two of Dermody's relatives, who lived in the city, and who might

in that interval I communicated with the lawyers; and tw

epoch in my love s

d lived to grow to womanhood or not. I still kept the green flag, with the dove worked on it. For the