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Under Any Obligations To You, And From Him I Can Learn Additional
Particulars. Good-Morning."
"Yes, Go To That Unsullied source Of Truth, Whom I Have Just Discharged
For Lying and Disobedience. Go To Perdition, Also, If You Please; But
Take Yourself Out Of My Office," Said Mr. Arnot Recklessly, For He Was
Growing Desperate From The Unexpected complications Of The Case. Then He
Summoned one Of His Clerks, And Said In a Tone Of Authority, "Take This
Lady To My Residence, And Leave Her In the Care Of Mrs. Arnot."
Mrs. Haldane Rose Unsteadily, And Tottered toward The Door.
"No," Said She Bitterly; "I May Faint In the Street, But I Will Not Go
To
Your House."
"Then Assist The Lady To Her Carriage;" And Mr. Arnot Turned the Key Of
His Private Office With Muttered imprecations Upon The Whole Wretched
Affair.
"Whither Shall I Tell The Man To Drive?" Asked the Clerk, After Mrs.
Haldane Had Sunk Back Exhausted on The Seat.
The Lady Put Her Hand To Her Brow, And Tried to Collect Her Distracted
Thoughts, And, After A Moment'S Hesitation, Said:
"To The Prison."
The Carriage Containing Mrs. Haldane Stopped at Last Before The Gloomy
Massive Building, The Upper Part Of Which Was Used as A Court-Room And
Offices For City And County Officials, While In the Basement Were
Constructed the Cells Of The Prison. It Required a Desperate Effort On
The Part Of The Timid And Delicate Lady, Who For Years Had Almost Been A
Recluse From The World, To Summon Courage To Alight And Approach A Place
That To Her Abounded in many And Indefinite Horrors. She Was Too
Preoccupied to Observe That Another Carriage Had Drawn Up To The
Entrance, And The First Intimation That She Had Of Mrs. Arnot'S Presence
Occurred when That Lady Took Her Hand In the Shadow Of The Porch, And
Said:
"Mrs. Haldane, I Am Greatly Surprised to See You Here; But You Can Rely
Upon Me As A True Friend Throughout This Trial. I Shall Do All In my
Power To--"
After The First Violent Start Caused by Her Disturbed nervous Condition,
Mrs. Haldane Asked, In a Reproachful And Almost Passionate Tone:
"Why Did You Not Prevent--" And Then She Hesitated, As If She Could Not
Bring Herself To Utter The Concluding Words.
"I Could Not; I Did Not Know; But Since I Heard I Have Been Doing
Everything In my Power."
"It Was Your Husband Who--"
"Yes," Replied mrs. Arnot, Sadly, Completing In thought Her Friend'S
Unfinished sentence. "But I Had No Part In the Act, And No Knowledge Of
It Until A Short Time Since. I Am Now Doing all I Can To Procure Your
Son'S Speedy Release. My Husband'S Action Has Been Perfectly Legal, And
We, Who Would Temper Justice With Mercy, Must Do So In a Legal Way.
Permit Me To Introduce You To My Friend, Mr. Melville. He Can Both
Advise Us And Carry Out Such Arrangements As Are Necessary;" And Mrs.
Haldane Saw That Mrs. Arnot Was Accompanied by A Gentleman, Whom In her
Distress She Had Not Hitherto Noticed.
The Janitor Now Opened the Door, And Ushered them Into A Very Plain
Apartment, Used both As An Office And Reception-Room. Mrs. Haldane Was
So Overcome By Her Emotion That Her Friend Led her To A Chair, And
Continued her Reassuring Words In a Low Voice Designed for Her Ears
Alone:
"Mr. Melville Is A Lawyer, And Knows How To Manage These Matters. You
May Trust Him Implicitly. I Will Give Security For Your Son'S Future
Appearance, Should It Be Necessary, And I Am Quite Satisfied it Will Not
Be, As My Husband Has Promised me That He Will Not Prosecute If The
Money Is Refunded."
"I Would Have Paid Ten Times The Amount--Anything Rather Than Have
Suffered this Public Disgrace," Sobbed the Poor Woman, Who, True To Her
Instincts And Life-Long Habit Of Thought, Dwelt More Upon The Consequent
Shame Of Her Son'S Act Than Its Moral Character.
"Mr. Melville Says He Will Give Bail In his Own Name For Me," Resumed
Mrs. Arnot, "As, Of Course, I Do Not Wish To Appear To Be Acting In
Opposition To My Husband. Indeed, I Am Not, For He Is Willing That Some
Such An Arrangement Should Be Made. He Has Very Many In his Employ, And
Feels That He Must Be Governed by Rigid Rules. Mr. Melville Assures Me
That He Can Speedily Effect Egbert'S Release. Perhaps It Will Save You
Pain To Go At Once To Our House And Meet Your Son There."
"No," Replied the Mother, Rising, "I Wish To See Him At Once. I _Do_
Appreciate _Your_ Kindness, But I Cannot Go To The Place Which Shelters
Your Husband. I Can Never Forgive Him. Nor Can I Go To A Hotel. I Would
Rather Stay In this Prison Until I Can Hide Myself And My Miserable Son
In Our Own Home. Oh, How Dark And Dreadful Are God'S Ways! To Think That
The Boy That I Had Brought Up In the Church, As It Were, Should Show
Such Unnatural Depravity!" Then, Stepping To The Door, She Said To The
Under-Sheriff In waiting, "Please Take Me To My Son At Once, If
Possible."
"Would You Like Me To Go With You?" Asked mrs. Arnot, Gently.
"Yes, Yes! For I May Faint On The Way. Oh, How Differently This Day Is
Turning Out From What I Expected! I Was In hopes That Egbert Could Meet
Me In a Little Trip To New York, And I Find Him In prison!"
Chapter XV (Haldane'S Resolve)It Was Not In accordance With Nature Nor With Haldane'S Peculiar
Temperament That He Should Remain Long Under A Stony Paralysis Of Shame
And Despair. Though Tall And Manlike In appearance, He Was Not A Man.
Boyish Traits And Impulses Still Lingered; Indeed, They Had Been
Fostered and Maintained longer Than Usual By A Fond And Indulgent
Mother. It Was Not An Evidence Of Weakness, But Rather A Wholesome
Instinct Of Nature, That His Thoughts Should Gradually Find Courage To
Go To That Mother As His Only Source Of Comfort And Help. She, At Least,
Would Not Scorn Him, And With Her He Might Find A Less Dismal Refuge
Than His Narrow Cell, Should It Be Possible To Escape Imprisonment. If
It Were Not, He Was Too Young And Unacquainted with Misfortune Not To
Long For A Few Kind Words Of Comfort.
He Did Not Even Imagine That Mrs. Arnot, The Wife Of His Employer, Would
Come Near Him In his Deep Disgrace. Even The Thought Of Her Kindness And
His Requital Of It Now Stung Him To The Quick, And He Fairly Writhed as
He Pictured to Himself The Scorn That Must Have Been On Laura'S Face As
She Saw Him On His Way To Prison Like A Common Thief.
As He Remembered how Full Of Rich Promise Life Was But A Few Days Since,
And How All Had Changed even More Swiftly And Unexpectedly Than The
Grotesque Events Of A Horrid Dream, He Bowed his Head In his Hands And
Sobbed like A Grief-Stricken Child.
"O Mother, Mother," He Groaned, "If I Could Only Hear Your Voice And
Feel Your Touch, A Little Of This Crushing Weight Might Be Lifted off My
Heart!"
Growing Calmer After A Time, He Was Able To Consider His Situation More
Connectedly, And He Was About To Summon The Sheriff In charge Of The
Prison, That He Might Telegraph His Mother, When He Heard Her Voice As,
In The Company Of That Official, She Was Seeking Her Way To Him.
He Shrank Back In his Cell. His Heart Beat Violently As He Heard The
Rustle Of Her Dress. The Sheriff Unlocked the Grated iron Door Which Led
To The Long, Narrow Corridor Into Which The Cells Opened, And To Which
Prisoners Had Access During The Day.
"He'S In that Cell, Ladies," Said The Officer'S Voice, And Then, With
Commendable Delicacy, Withdrew, Having First Ordered the Prisoners In
His Charge To Their Cells.
"Lean Upon My Arm," Urged a Gentle Voice, Which Haldane Recognized as
That Of Mrs. Arnot.
"O, This Is Awful!" Moaned the Stricken Woman; "This Is More Than
_I_ Can Endure."
The Pronoun She Used threw A Chill On The Heart Of Her Son, But When She
Tottered to The Door Of His Cell He Sprang Forward With The Low,
Appealing Cry:
"Mother!"
But The Poor Gentlewoman Was So Overcome That She Sank Down On A Bench
By The Door, And, With Her Face Buried in her Hands, As If To Shut Out A
Vision That Would Blast Her, She Rocked back And Forth In anguish, As
She Groaned:
"O Egbert, Egbert! You Have Disgraced me, You Have Disgraced your
Sisters, You Have Disgraced yourself Beyond Remedy. O God! What Have I
Done To Merit This Awful, This Overwhelming Disaster?"
With Deep Pain And Solicitude Mrs. Arnot Watched the Young Man'S Face As
The Light From The Grated window Fell Upon It. The Appeal That Trembled
In His Voice Had Been More Plainly Manifest In his Face, Which Had Worn
An Eager And Hopeful Expression, And Even Suggested the Spirit Of The
Little Child When In some Painful Emergency It Turns To Its First And
Natural Protector.
But Most Marked was The Change Caused by The Mother'S Lamentable Want Of
Tact And Self-Control, For That Same Face Became Stony And Sullen.
Instead Of Showing a Spirit Which Deep Distress And Crushing Disaster
Had Made Almost Childlike In its Readiness To Receive A Mother'S Comfort
Once More, He Suddenly Became, In appearance, A Hardened criminal.
Mrs. Arnot Longed to Undo By Her Kindness The Evil Which Her Friend Was
Unwittingly Causing, But Could Not Come Between Mother And Son. She
Stooped down, However, And Whispered:
"Mrs. Haldane, Speak Kindly To Your Boy. He Looked to You For Sympathy.
Do Not Let Him Feel That You, Like The World, Are Against Him."
"O No," Said Mrs. Haldane, Her Sobs Ceasing Somewhat, "I Mean To Do My
Duty By Him. He Shall Always Have A Good Home, But Oh! What A Blight And
A Shadow He Has Brought To That Home! That I Should Have Ever Lived to
See This Day! O Egbert, Egbert! Your Sisters Will Have To Live Like
Nuns, For They Can Never Even Go Out Upon The Street Again; And To Think
That The Finger Of Scorn Should Be Pointed after You In the City Where
Your Father Made Our Name So Honorable!"
"It Never Shall Be," Said Haldane Coldly. "You Have Only To Leave Me In
Prison To Be Rid Of Me A Long Time."
"Leave You, In prison!" Exclaimed his Mother; "I Would As Soon Stay Here
Myself. No; Through Mrs. Arnot'S Kindness, Arrangements Are Made For
Your Release. I Shall Then Take You To Our Miserable Home As Soon As
Possible."
"I Am Not Going Home."
"Now, This Is Too Much! What Will You Do?"
"I Shall Remain In this City," He Replied, Speaking From An Angry
Impulse. "It Was Here I Fell And Covered myself With Shame, And I Shall
Here Fight My Way Back To The Position I Lost. The Time Shall Come When
You Will No Longer Say I'M A Disgrace To You And My Sisters. My Heart
Was Breaking, And The First Word You Greet Me With Is 'Disgrace'; And If
I Went Home, Disgrace Would Always Be In your Mind, If Not Upon Your
Tongue. I Should Have The Word And Thought Kept Before Me Till I Went
Mad. If I Go Home All My Old Acquaintances Would Sneer At Me As A
Mean-Spirited cur, Whose Best Exploit Was To Get In jail, And When His
Mother Obtained his Release He Could Do Nothing More Manly Than Hide
Behind Her Apron The Rest Of His Days. As Far As I Can Judge, You And My
Sisters Would Have No Better Opinion Of Me. I Have Been A Wicked fool, I
Admit, But I Was Not A Deliberate Thief. I Did Hope For A Little Comfort
From You. But Since All The World Is Against Me, I'Ll Face And Fight The
World. I Have Been Dragged through These Streets, The Scorn Of Every
One, And I
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