You have promised to 'make me happy in my own way.' Brave
Ida Mayhew caught me in her arms when I fainted last Tuesday, and
she watched at my side till morning. Yes, she did; the noble and
generous girl! But I promised myself the pleasure of rewarding
her, if possible. Now, if you wish to do something for me that
demands prompt, heroic action, scramble into a buggy and let one of
Mr. Burleigh's men drive you to that old garden before she leaves
it. She found her new spiritual life there, let her also find her
happy earthly life in the same loved place. Not a word, but go at
once if you have any regard for my feelings and wishes. As I have
told my story, your sympathetic face has been more eloquent than
any words, and leaves nothing to be said. I refuse to see you or
speak to you again till you have fulfilled the only promise I ever
asked or wished you to make," and she left him and quickly disappeared.
Ten minutes later Van Berg was being driven towards Mr. Eltinge's
place, at a speed which threatened, in case of accident, to place
him beyond the use of crutches. As he rode along in front of the
house he saw that Ida's old horse and low phaeton were still in the
shade of the trees; therefore, dismissing his driver, he hobbled
with singular alacrity across the lawn and suddenly presented
himself before Mr.
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