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An Unexpected Result
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“Jack, she played with me deliberately, heartlessly. I can never forgive her.”

“In that case, Will, I congratulate you. Such a girl isn’t worth a second thought, and you’ve made a happy escape.”

“No congratulations, if you please. You can talk coolly, because in regard to such matters you are cool, and, I may add, a trifle cold. Ambition is your mistress, and a musty law-book has more attractions for you than any woman living. I’m not so tempered. I am subject to the general law of nature, and a woman’s love and sympathy are essential to success in my life and work.”

“That’s all right; but there are as good fish–“

“Oh, have done with your trite nonsense,” interrupted Will Munson, impatiently. “I’d consult you on a point of law in preference to most of the gray-beards, but I was a fool to speak of this affair. And yet as my most intimate friend–“

“Come, Will, I’m not unfeeling;” and John Ackland rose and put his hand on his friend’s shoulder. “I admit that the subject is remote from my line of thought and wholly beyond my experience. If the affair is so serious I shall take it to heart.”

“Serious! Is it a slight thing to be crippled for life?”

“Oh, come, now,” said Ackland, giving his friend a hearty and encouraging thump, “you are sound in mind and limb; what matters a scratch on the heart to a man not twenty-five?”

“Very well; I’ll say no more about it. When I need a lawyer I’ll come to you. Good-by; I sail for Brazil in the morning.”

“Will, sit down and look me in the eyes,” said Ackland, decisively. “Will, forgive me. You are in trouble. A man’s eyes usually tell me more than all his words, and I don’t like the expression of yours. There is yellow fever in Brazil.”

“I know it,” was the careless reply.

“What excuse have you for going?”

“Business complications have arisen there, and I promptly volunteered to go. My employers were kind enough to hesitate and warn me, and to say that they could send a man less valuable to them, but I soon overcame their objections.”

“That is your excuse for going. The reason I see in your eyes. You are reckless, Will.”

“I have reason to be.”

“I can’t agree with you, but I feel for you all the same. Tell me all about it, for this is sad news to me. I had hoped to join you on the beach in a few days, and to spend August with you and my cousin. I confess I am beginning to feel exceedingly vindictive toward this pretty little monster, and if any harm comes to you I shall be savage enough to scalp her.”

“The harm has come already, Jack. I’m hit hard. She showed me a mirage of happiness that has made my present world a desert. I am reckless; I’m desperate. You may think it is weak and unmanly, but you don’t know anything about it. Time or the fever may cure me, but now I am bankrupt in all that gives value to life. A woman with an art so consummate that it seemed artless, deliberately evoked the best there was in me, then threw it away as indifferently as a cast-off glove.”

“Tell me how it came about.”

“How can I tell you? How can I in cold blood recall glances, words, intonations, the pressure of a hand that seemed alive with reciprocal feeling? In addition to her beauty she had the irresistible charm of fascination. I was wary at first, but she angled for me with a skill that would have disarmed any man who did not believe in the inherent falseness of woman. The children in the house idolized her, and I have great faith in a child’s intuitions.”

“Oh, that was only a part of her guile,” said Ackland, frowningly.

“Probably; at any rate she has taken all the color and zest out of my life. I wish some one could pay her back in her own coin. I don’t suppose she has a heart; but I wish her vanity might be wounded in a way that would teach her a lesson never to be forgotten.”