The Press were friendly to the
memory of Barode Barouche, and some unduly praised his work, and only a
few disparaged his career.
When news of the tragedy came to Mrs. Grier, she was reading in the
papers of Carnac's victory, and in her mind was an agonizing triumph,
pride in a stern blow struck for punishment. The event was like none she
could have imagined.
It was at this moment the note came from Carnac telling of Barouche's
death, and it dropped from her hand to the floor. The horror of it smote
her being, and, like one struck by lightning, she sank to the floor
unconscious. The thing had hit her where soul and body were closely knit;
and she had realized for the first time how we all must pay to the last
penny for every offence we commit against the laws of life and nature.
Barode Barouche had paid and she must pay--she also who had sinned with
him must pay. But had she not paid?
For long she lay unconscious, but at last the servant, unknowing why she
was not called to remove the breakfast things, found her huddled on the
floor, her face like that of death. The servant felt her heart, saw she
was alive, and worked with her till consciousness came back.
"That's right, ma'am, keep up heart.
Pages:
243
244
245
246
247
248
249
250
251
252
253
254
255
256
257
258
259
260
261
262
263
264
265
266
267