When after a lapse I recovered my senses familiar objects surrounded me, and faces well known to me yet for the time wearing a strange aspect, bent over me. I remember my first words.
"Where am I?" I uttered feebly, and would have started up had not those close at hand restrained me with gentle force.
I was in my own room. While my swoon continued Samaritans had borne me hither. Gentle hands soothed my brow; a physician was preparing wrappings for the injured limb, my right ankle being in a severely sprained state. I learned that I had been discovered lying mute and insensible upon the public highway. My lineaments had been recognised; a.s.sistance had been summoned; I had been removed to my quarters; friends now ministered to me. One and all, they a.s.sumed that, walking in the darkness, I had encountered some obstacle and, being thus injured, had fallen unconscious. Weak as I was and incoherent though my thoughts, I did not undeceive them. Nor have I yet done so.
I sought to know more, but the physician bade me be silent. His task completed, he administered a sleeping draught and anon I sank into deep slumber.
That was the night of the day before yesterday. Upon yesterday and again this morning I made fervent inquiry of my nurse as to whether any person other than those connected with Fernbridge had called. Each time I was told that Mr. Hector Hamm had come to enquire regarding my condition and to express a desire to have private conversation with me at the very earliest moment when I might receive visitors. Therefore, it is plain that he has been here at least twice, but each time--oh, fortunate circ.u.mstance--has been turned away from the door. "Tis I and I alone who know his implacable object. His l.u.s.t for vengeance is not a.s.suaged. He will accept no defence, will pause not to hearken to my prayers for mercy. Even now he may be lurking without seeking opportunity to destroy me utterly.
Infirmity chains me to my couch, but when the injured limb may bear my weight I shall flee, even as the hind before the huntsman. Should I escape I shall, in different surroundings far, far from here, take up anew the shattered threads of my existence, a broken-hearted wretch, seeking by good deeds done under an a.s.sumed name to atone for this, the one blot upon the fair escutcheon of my life. Should I fall before his fatal aim this confession, written during the temporary absence of my nurse from the chamber of invalidism, will be found among my belongings.
Even though as I pen this, perchance my last declaration, I am strangely torn between two all-consuming wishes. I desire above all things to be gone ere it is too late. And yet above all things, I desire to look again upon the face of my adored one. But alas, that may not be! "Twould be folly multiplied upon folly to dare attempt it. I cannot think upon her. I must think upon her uncle.
Hildegarde, farewell, a long, a last, a fond farewell! I have sorely sinned, but "twas for love of you! Adieu, adieu, all that I hold dear.
THREE HOURS LATER.--Oh, Little Diary! O Great Joy!
In a transport of delight I add this postscript. She has been here--Hildegarde--my Hildegarde. All is explained, all is atoned for.
But an hour agone she came. She burst in upon me. Heedless of the presence of others, she threw herself upon my breast. I found her arms entwined about me, my arms entwined about her. With her head hidden upon my bosom, in sweet confusion, and with tears of thanksgiving coursing adown her cheek, she made it clear to my understanding--oh, so sweetly clear--that I, most woefully, had been misled. As yet my delighted intellect can scarce grasp the purport of her disclosures, but from the rest these salient, these soothing, these beautiful facts stand out:
I was deceived. The kiss I would have impressed upon her countenance was not to her displeasing. Rather it was the circ.u.mstance of its being misdirected which caused her to be overcome, not with the hysteria of indignation but with mirth. Why mirth at such a moment, I know not. But are not the ways of a maiden past finding out?
Hurrying from my presence to stifle her laughter, she entered the adjoining room, to come upon her uncle engaged in the, to him, congenial occupation of oiling a newly purchased firearm of augmented calibre. A waggish inspiration leaped into her mind. It would appear by her own admissions that she has oft been given to the practice of practical joking; but because of the glorious consequences I find it in my heart to forgive her.
"Uncle," she said, "Doctor Fibble wants to see your new gun!"
With no murderous desires in his heart and actuated only by gratification and friendliness, he entered. Yet under the circ.u.mstances, how natural, how inevitable, that I should misread his expression and his gesture, misinterpret his motives. I saw the window near by, offering a possible avenue of escape. I leaped. You, diary, and you alone, know what has ensued from that moment until now.
But there is more to tell. She believed my limb was shattered--in fact, broken. She blamed me not at all; it was herself she blamed. Until she could bear the separation no longer, she remained away. Then impetuously, remorsefully, lovingly she came. She loves me--she herself has told me so--Hildegarde loves me. And stranger still, she has known for weeks that I loved her, even though I myself remained in complete ignorance of being in that enraptured state. How wonderful is woman"s intuition!
She has foresworn practical joking. We have exchanged vows. We have plighted our troth. She is mine and I am hers. She has gone from me to win her uncle"s consent and to invoke his blessing upon our banns. Soon she will return to me.
In her absence I fondly dwell upon her words. "Dearest," she said, "you need some one to take care of you. And I am going to take the job."
Sweet child! In her confusion she twisted her meaning. She meant of course that she had need of me to care for her.
"And now," she said a moment later, "and now I"m going to teach you how to kiss a girl."
Under this head I shall say naught, except that she has taught me. There are things too sacred, too beautiful to be described in detail in the written word. Suffice it to say she has taught me!
And then she called me Fibbey. Oh, precious diminutive! Evermore I shall be her Fibbey!
With one final statement I close this recital of the crowning chapter of my life. Our union is to be consummated at an early date in this dear spot.
O well-named town of Lover"s Leap, New Jersey.
For I, too, have taken the lover"s leap, not to death upon the cruel rocks but to happiness everlasting.
Her Fibbey!
My Hildegarde!