“Your daughter is safe now. Trust to no one but Conyers. Tell him the whole story, for, he loves the very ground you walk on.”
There was a strange pallor on Elaine’s face as she laid her finger on her lips.
“You have saved the happiness of three women, their future, and their peace of heart and soul. Do not stir. I must have time to think,” she whispered, as she glided away.
Murmuring, “Dead! dead! in all his unfinished villainy!” she walked calmly back into the room where the old lawyer awaited her final answer to Senator Alynton’s urgent prayers.
“Go, my friend! Go! Bring Senator Alynton here at once,” cried the desperate woman.
“In your presence only, I will return to him the document which he demands. And its return marks my divorce for life from the Street. I have signed my last check for stocks, and my heart says Never Again!
“Go quickly; for when Romaine arrives I wish to be only the Lady of Lakemere. I have stepped down and out. I abdicate! There’s no longer a Queen of the Street.
“Noel Endicott can close up all my affairs under your directions.”
“And, Vreeland?” anxiously cried Judge Endicott. The woman’s lips trembled. “I shall never see him again,” she faltered.
“Go now, for my strength fails, and I wish to be rid of the dangerous trust forever—this terrible paper which is lying a weight upon my heart.”