Her father knew and
approved of the arrangement. He could not afford to break openly with
Ventana, and it must have been a dreadful shock to him when he learned
that the scoundrel had plotted not only to destroy the ship but to
murder his wife at the same time.
"So you see," she added with a wan smile, "I did not give serious
thought to your troubles, Elsie. Ventana could never have married you
while I was alive."
Elsie's cheeks reddened.
"I never told you he asked me to marry him," she said. "It would have
been just the same had he done so. As it was, I feared the man. Now
you know why I ran away from Chile. If I permitted another impression
to prevail, I acted for the best. But the unhappy man is dead; let us
endeavor to forget him."
"His memory haunts me with an enduring curse," cried Isobel, bitterly.
"Among my papers I had some letters of his, the marriage certificate,
and his written promise not to molest me. On that awful night when the
ship was disabled, I went to my cabin and secured them, or thought I
did. At any rate, I could not find them when we landed on White Horse
Island, and, from hints dropped by that wretched little adventurer, de
Poincilit, I feel sure they have fallen into his hands.
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