A Hard Promise
A dozen times in Georgina’s day-dreaming she had imagined this scene. She had run to Uncle Darcy with the proof of Dan’s innocence, heard his glad cry, seen his face fairly transfigured as he read the confession aloud. Now it was actually happening before her very eyes, but where was the scene of heavenly gladness that should have followed?
Belle, startled even more than he by Georgina’s outcry, and quicker to act, read the message over his shoulder, recognized the handwriting and grasped the full significance of the situation before he reached the name at the end. For ten years three little notes in that same peculiar hand had lain in her box of keepsakes. There was no mistaking that signature. She had read it and cried over it so many times that now as it suddenly confronted her with its familiar twists and angles it was as startling as if Emmett’s voice had called to her.
As Uncle Darcy looked up from the second reading, with a faltering exclamation of thanksgiving, she snatched the paper from his shaking hands and tore it in two. Then crumpling the pieces and flinging them from her, she seized him by the wrists.
“No, you’re _not_ going to tell the whole world,” she cried wildly, answering the announcement he made with the tears raining down his cheeks. “You’re not going to tell anybody! Think of me! Think of Father Potter!”
She almost screamed her demand. He could hardly believe it was Belle, this frenzied girl, who, heretofore, had seemed the gentlest of souls. He looked at her in a dazed way, so overwhelmed by the discovery that had just been made, that he failed to comprehend the reason for her white face and agonized eyes, till she threw up her arms crying:
_"Emmett_ a thief! God in heaven! It’ll kill me!”
It was the sight of Georgina’s shocked face with Richard’s at the door, that made things clear to the old man. He waved them away, with hands which shook as if he had the palsy.
“Go on out, children, for a little while,” he said gently, and closed the door in their faces.
Slowly they retreated to the swing, Georgina clasping the skinned elbow which had begun to smart. She climbed into one seat of the swing and Richard and Captain Kidd took the other. As they swung back and forth she demanded in a whisper: