"Irene, you have wronged me most bitterly, and I forgive you, but remember that man"s forgiveness can avail you nothing in the darkness where you are going. You must look to G.o.d. He alone can forgive your sins and lead you through the dark valleys to the light of eternal day."
"And you will, with your own hands, plant just one flower on my grave in remembrance of her you once called your wife."
"I will," said Scott, and then he turned away with a face full of agony.
Three days later the family was summoned to watch Irene pa.s.s the gates of death, and then the false heart was stilled forever. They robed her in a costly shroud and placed her in a beautiful casket, and in death as in life she was lovely to look upon, and Scott, with compressed lips and tearless eyes, followed her to the grave as chief mourner.
CHAPTER x.x.xIII.
STILL AT WORK.
It was in the Spring, after the death of Irene, that Scott one day sought the abode of old Meg. He had some very important business to transact and she was the one who could, and must help him in the matter. He found Meg and Crisp within, and entering the dingy room, Meg greeted him with eager expectation, and her black eyes sparkled as she offered him an old wooden chair. She looked more repulsive than ever, for her broad nose looked still broader, and her wide mouth seemed to grin more fiercely. Scott"s searching eyes took in, at a glance, the filthiness of the place, and the odor of whiskey was offensive in the extreme.
"Sit down," said Meg. "You want your fortune told again?"
"No. You are in possession of a few facts of which I wish you to inform me, and I will pay you well if you will answer the questions which I ask you."
"What are they?"
"Will you answer me all you know in regard to a certain matter if I pay you well for it?"
Meg looked at Crisp in a way that said plainly: "Shall I, Crisp?"
Crisp, who seemed to understand the look, said:
"You might as well tell it if you get paid for it."
"What will you give me?" said Meg.
"I will pay you according to the amount of information I receive."
"Go on," she said, seating herself and lighting an old, blackened clay pipe.
"I wish you first to tell me when you think of leaving the city."
"I don"t know that part," she said, turning uneasily around.
"You certainly have some idea of the time."
"I s"pose when the weather is warmer."
"Where are you going?"
"I don"t know. You know folks like us go everywhere."
"Very well," said Scott, "you will then be unable to get the money which I shall bring, or send you."
"Maybe we won"t go away at all."
"Then I shall, of course, find you here."
"Yes, but there is something that I could tell you now if I thought you would pay me for it."
"I will, if it is worth anything."
"It is about your wife."
"What of her?"
"I can tell you something that would make you curse her. You don"t know her."
"What do you know of her?"
"I know her well."
"You do?"
"I know her, too," said Crisp.
"You would be surprised to know that I know more of her past life than you do," said Meg.
"Yes, and you would be surprised to know that she was a devil," said Crisp, fiercely.
"Take care," said Scott, "you must be more careful in your speech."
"Do you know who Irene Mapleton was before you married her?"
"I know nothing of her past life."
"I know things that you would like to know."
Scott was really in possession of more facts than Meg supposed, but he had no idea of allowing her to know it. He had an object in gaining all the information he could from her, but he was very careful to withhold the knowledge which he possessed. It was quite evident that Meg had not heard of Irene"s death, and Scott resolved to keep the knowledge from her until he had heard her story.
"Tell me what you know of her," he said.
"I knew her years ago."
"How could you know her?"
"That"s the mystery."
"But you claim to be a gypsy."
"So I am, but I knew Irene Mapleton years ago. You can"t guess, if you are the smartest lawyer in all the land, where I found her. Oh, you thought you was marrying a lady, but you was only getting a--devil."