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The Destroyers
his eyes. He gave me stare for stare and added quietly: "It was a hopeless love. Her heart was given to you long ago, and it is still yours. When she found that she had been wrong in believing you faithless, she begged me to come to you and seek your forgiveness.
"God bless you both."
I loved her but I came to bring you back to her/'
I stared at him, trying vainly to comprehend his greatness of soul. "You loved her, and yet came here for me !" I kept repeating.
"I did it because her happiness is of more concern to me than anything else in the world."
There was nobility for you ! My eyes
were moist as I strove to thank him. But he would talk no more. "I've got to save your life for her/' he said, and set to work with his medicines.
For a day or two I lay only semiconscious. And then a feeling of health took possession of me. Doctor Phillip Curtis had put new life into me, and I felt it coursing through my veins. His medical skill and the dear letter he had brought from Josephine had snatched me back from the brink of the grave.
Then, on top of my new-found happiness, as I was convalescing, came Josephine herself. She had made the long trek with the assistance of two breeds.
As she ran into my arms and kissed my bearded lips, the world was blotted out, and with it the memory of live years of bitterness.
It was fate that had taken a hand in our reconciliation. A railroad collision had occurred near Josephine's home in the South. She had gone to help, and one of the victims of the disaster was Coralie de Bar. The Frenchwoman was dying, but as she looked into Josephine's eyes and recognized her, the burden of her guilt was more than she could bear, and she told her story — much the same story as I had surmised it. She had plotted my ruin because I had ruined the one man she had loved. She confessed that she had written letters incriminating me and had arranged with the maid to produce these letters at the time thev would