The figure was Gerald G.o.ddard. He had read the announcement of Edith"s marriage in the papers, and, with an irresistible yearning to see her in her bridal robes, he had stolen into the church with the crowd, and hidden himself where he could see without being seen.
But the scene was too much for him, for, as he watched that peerless woman and her beautiful daughter move down the aisle, and listened to the reverent responses of the young couple, there came to him, with terrible force, the consciousness that if he had been true to the same vows which he had once taken upon himself he need not now have been shut out of this happy scene, like some lost soul shut out of heaven.
But no one heeded him; and, when the ceremony was over, he slipped away as secretly as he had come, and no one dreamed that the father of the beautiful bride had been an unbidden guest at her wedding.
In giving Edith to Roy Mrs. Stewart had begged that she need not be separated from her newly recovered treasure--that for the present, at least, they would make their home with her--or, rather, that they would take the house, which was to be a part of Edith"s dowry, and allow her to remain with them as their guest.
This they were only too glad to do; therefore, after a delightful wedding trip through the West, they came back to their elegant home, where, with every luxury at their command, the future seemed to promise unlimited happiness.
Poor Louis Raymond had failed very rapidly during the spring months; indeed, he was not even able to attend the marriage of the girl for whom he had formed a strong attachment, and who had bestowed upon him many gracious attentions and services that had greatly brightened his last days. He pa.s.sed quietly away only a few weeks after their return to New York.
One day, a couple of months after her marriage, Edith was about to step into her carriage, on coming out of a store on Broadway, where she had been shopping, when she was startled by excited shouts and cries directly across the street from her.
Turning to see what had caused the commotion, she saw a heavily loaded team just toppling over, while a man, who had been in the act of crossing the street, was borne down under it, and, with a shriek which she never forgot, apparently crushed to death.
Sick and faint with horror, she crept into her carriage, and ordered her driver to get away from the dreadful scene as soon as possible.
That same evening, as she was looking over the _Telegram_, a low cry of astonishment broke from her, as she read the following paragraph:
"A sad accident occurred on Broadway this morning. A carelessly loaded team was overturned by its own top-heaviness as it was rounding the corner of Twenty-ninth street, crushing beneath its cruel weight the talented young sculptor, Emil Correlli. Both legs were broken, one in two places, and it is feared that he has suffered fatal internal injuries. He was taken in an unconscious state to the Roosevelt Hospital, where he now lies hovering between life and death. The surgeons have little hope of his recovery."
Edith was greatly shocked by the account, notwithstanding her aversion to the man.
She had not supposed that he was in the city, for Roy believed that he had left the country, rather than appear to defend himself against Giulia"s claims, and to escape paying the damages the court awarded her, after proclaiming her his lawful wife.
The woman had since been supporting herself and her child by designing and making dainty costumes for children, a vocation to which she seemed especially adapted, and by which she was making a good living, through the recommendation of both Mrs. Stewart and Edith.
The day after the accident Roy, on his way home from his office, prompted by a feeling of humanity, went to the Roosevelt Hospital to inquire for the injured man.
The surgeon looked grave when he made known his errand.
"There is hardly a ray of hope for him," he remarked; "he is still unconscious. Do you know anything about him or his family?" he asked, with sudden interest.
"Yes, I have had some acquaintance with him," Roy returned.
"Do you know his wife?" the man pursued. "A woman came here last evening, claiming to be his wife, and insisting upon remaining by his bedside as long as he should live."
"Yes, he has a wife," the young man briefly returned, but deeply touched by this evidence of Giulia"s devotion.
"Is she a dark, foreign-looking lady, of medium height, rather handsome, and with a slight accent in her speech?"
"That answers exactly to her description."
"I am glad to know it, for we have been in some doubt as to the propriety of allowing her to remain with our patient. We tried to make her leave him, last night, even threatening to have her forcibly removed; but she simply would not go, and is remarkably handy in a.s.sisting the nurse, while her self-control is simply wonderful."
Roy wrote a few lines on one of his cards, saying that if either he or Mrs. Bryant could be of any service at this trying time, she might be free to call upon them.
This he gave to the surgeon to hand to Giulia, and then went away.
The following evening the woman made her appearance in their home with her child, whom she begged them to care for "as long as Emil should live."
It could not be very long, she said, with streaming eyes. She loved him still, in spite of everything, and she must remain with him while he breathed.
Edith willingly received Ino, saying she would be glad to keep him as long as was necessary; then Giulia went immediately back to her sad vigils beside the man who had caused her nothing but sorrow and shame.
But Emil Correlli did not die.
Very slowly and painfully he came back to life--to an existence, rather, from which he would gladly have escaped when he realized what it was to be.
When he first awakened to consciousness it was to find a pale, patient woman beside him--one who met his sighs and moans with gentle sympathy, and who ministered tirelessly to his every need and comfort.
No other hand was so cool and soft upon his heated head, or so deft to arrange his covers and pillows; no voice was so gently modulated yet so invariably cheerful--no step so quick and light; and, though the querulous invalid often frowned upon her, and chided her sharply for imaginary remissness, she never wavered in her sweetness and gentleness.
Thus, little by little, the selfish man grew to appreciate her and to yearn for her presence, if she was forced to be out of his sight for even a few minutes at a time.
"She has saved your life--she has almost forced life upon you," the surgeon remarked to him one day, when, as he came to make his accustomed visit, Giulia slipped away for a moment of rest and a breath of fresh air.
The invalid frowned. It was not exactly pleasant to be told that he owed such a debt of grat.i.tude to the woman he had wronged. He was too callous to experience very much of grat.i.tude as yet. It was only when he was p.r.o.nounced well enough to be moved, and informed that he must make arrangements to be cared for outside, in order to make room for more urgent cases, that he began to wonder how he should get along without his faithful nurse and to realize how dependent he was upon her.
He knew that he would be a cripple for life; his broken bones had knitted nicely, and his limbs would be as sound as ever, in time; but his spine had been injured, and he would never walk upright again--henceforth he would only be able to get about upon crutches.
How, then, could he live without some one to wait upon him and bear with him in his future state of helplessness?
"Where shall I go?" he questioned, querulously, when, later, he told Giulia that his removal had been ordered. "A hotel is the most dismal place in the world for a sick man."
"Emil, how would you like a home of your own?" Giulia gravely inquired.
The word "home" thrilled him strangely, making him think yearningly of his mother and the comforts of his childhood, and an irresistible longing took possession of him.
"A home!" he repeated, bitterly. "How on earth could I make a home for myself?"
"I will make it for you--I will go to take care of you in it, if you like," she quietly answered.
"You!" he exclaimed in surprise, while, with sudden discernment, he remarked a certain refined beauty in her face that he had never observed before.
Then he added, with a sullen glance at his useless limbs, a strange sense of shame creeping over him:
"Do you still care enough for me to take that trouble?"
"I am willing to do my duty, Emil," she gravely replied.
"Ha! you evade me!" he cried, sharply, and piqued by her answer. "Tell me truly, Giulia, do you still love me well enough to be willing to devote your life to such a misshapen wretch as I shall always be?"
The woman turned her face away from him, to hide the sudden light of hope that leaped into her eyes at his words, which she fancied had in them a note of appeal.
But she had been learning wisdom during her long weeks of service in the hospital--learning that anything, to be appreciated, must be hardly won; and so she answered as before, without betraying a sign of the eager desire that had taken root in her heart:
"I told you, Emil, that I was willing to do my duty. I bear your name--you are Ino"s father--my proper place is in your home; and if you see fit to decide that we shall all live together under the same roof, I will do my utmost to make you comfortable, and your future as pleasant as possible. More than that I cannot promise--now."