|Chapter Title||"HE SHALL BE FOUND. "|
|Newspaper Title||Illustrated Sydney News (NSW : 1853 - 1872)|
|Trove Title||The Golden Link|
"HE SHALL BE FOUND. '
Just about the time that Phillip stepped out into the chilly night for that walk which ended so happily for him, a merry company were fast assembling in the big dining
room of Matthew Bolton's residence.
Yet more than one in that right merry company noticed che cloud which every now and then passed over the old man's brow, and there was not one but read its interpre- tation aright-so dark it wa3 at times that even Edith feared lest it should never pass away.
Poor girl, it made her very miserable to think of all her
And Sam who sat near her side all that long evening, why
did he not comfort her ?
He dared not, for this thought was heavy upon him when he saw the intense depth of her grief
"If she love Phillip so much that her thoughts of him are more than of me, I can never ask her to be my wife."
But the conversation still went briskly on, in spite of some sad thoughts ; for youth cannot grieve long, and even
Edith strove to beat down her sorrow and join in the joyous
Yet still the thought would come to her again and again, and at last, unable to control her feelings, she quietly took her seat behind the cluster of ferns placed at the further
end of the room, where the tears might sparkle in her eyes
But there was one who watched those tears, and they ' made him very unhappy, for the bad thought was strong
in him yet, even through all that week, and then there
After awhile Sam Carter silently arose and left the room ; the action was not unobserved, for Mr. Bolton immediately crossed over to where Edith was sitting and smiled kindly
"You must feel rather lonely here, sitting by yourself ;
do you nob ?"
" Oh no, sir, not in the slightest."
She looked up in the old man's face as she spoke, and strove to smile. He noticed the effort and hurried out of the room. He felt as one who had done a great wrong.
Edith said nothing. A kind of instinct told her what was passing in the mind of Matthew Bolton. She sat
silently musing, when suddenly Sam Carter reappeared on
I the scene.
"I was afraid you would feel rather dull, and so thought I would come up and keep you company, if you did not
"It was very kind of you, for I felt very miserable, thinking of Phillip," and as she spoke Sam could seethe tear trembling in her eye,-" I was just saying to myself that it seems so strange that we are not altogether. It must have come some time I know, but I never-never thought it would have been in this way."'
And the poor girl hid her face and wept very, very bitter
Then for a long time Sam did not dare to speak-to break in upon her sorrow.
It was a great relief to both when the voice of cousin James was heard in the hall calling for Walter.
Edith quickly raised her head, and the next moment her
brother entered the room.
" You won't mind my running away, Edith, will you ?" he said, running up to his sister, then rushing to the door
" Coming, old boy !:'
" Come and smoke a cigar with a fellow !" were the i words which greeted him as soon as he reached the hall, and the two young men went off together to the farther part of the lawn in front of the house.
" Where have you put Janet to ?" asked Walter, as he lit his cigar.
"She has just gone up-stairs to Mrs. Woolston, but
she'll be back in a few minutes."
" The dickens she is," was the cool reply ; " then where do you expect me to go to ?"
" Anywhere you like-your sister or Sam."
Walter gave a peculiar grin, and jerked his thumb over his left shoulder in the direction of the room he had just quitted.
' ' It's all right there, " he said ; "it strikes me there would have been one too many had I gone in there."
Cousin James gave a long whistle.
' You don't mean that? Well, I'm hanged."
"Wish you were, and would leave Janet to me!" was the polite reply.
. "No you won't, either," was the answer, as the young scamp flung himself on to a seat. " Now then, sit down and make yourself comfortable while you have the chance. Next year, at this time you may be wishing yourself a bachelor again."
Cousin James never could make anything of his present companion, so he puffed his cigar and the two sat for some time without exchauging a word.
"I wonder what Phillip is doing to-night?" suddenly asked cousin James. "What do you really think of all this, Walter?"
The "addressee " drew his cigar from his mouth, blew a long whiff of smoke into the air, and then said, coolly,
"Think he might have managed it without quarrelling
with Mr. Bolton."
" What-getting away from Mrs. Woolston, you mean?"
The other nodded assent. . After awhile he said,
" But, you know, my private opinion is that there is something below all this. Now, Phillip* s a right good fellow at heart, I don't care what anybody says ; and if he intended to do anything that he thought Mr. Bolton would not like, why he'd sooner die than do it, while he was living on his cash, as you may say. You see what I mean ?"
Cousin James thought for a few seconds, then he said, "I shouldn't wonder a bit if you were right about this ; but, then, what on earth can he be up to ?"
" Not knowing, can't say," was the careless reply, and no amount of cross-examining, even when Janet came to the attack, could get the least hint as to his suspicions out
In the meantime how are things getting on somewhere
When Walter ran off to meet cousin James, Edith was still .weeping and Sam looking down upon her.
At last he ventured to sit down by her side.
" Do you think Phillip will ever come back again?" he
She flashed the piercing light of her beautiful eye full upon his face, as she answered resolutely,
" Shall ?" echoed her companion, dubiously.
" I will find him and bring him back," was her reply.
" And Walter-we have both vowed it ; if it cannot be done with, it shall be done without Mr. Bolton's consent ; for he is our brother, and it were better for us all to starve together than that he should die alone. We used to be happy together once, before we came here, and please God we will be again, whatever we may have to suffer for it."
Then, after a long pause, the right thought came to Sam
' ' If she can love her brother like this, how very, very
much will she love her husband."
And he took her hand in his and asked her,
' ' May I help you to find your brother, and tell him he
is mine ?"
And her head drooped as she heard these words, and she suffered him to draw her gently to him, and felt the first sweet kiss of love upon her blushing cheek, and the cup of their happiness was filled almost to the brim.
" We shall go together, Sam," she said at last, " and, by God's help, we will find him wherever he is ; only this, whatever or however we find him he is still my brother, nothing he has done can make me forget my love for him ;
to me he must be the same as he ever was."
And his heart spake to him,-"This shall be the first proof of thy love to her."