Madeline Payne, the Detective’s Daughter

“That is the strangest part of the affair, Lucian; she had money. Where it came from, I never could guess, nor would she ever give me any information on the subject. It was a legacy—that was all I was to know, it seemed.

“I remember,” she continued, musingly, “how very much astonished I was to receive, from my stepfather, a lecture on this head. He took the ground that my childish curiosity was unpardonably rude and angrily forbade me to ask further questions. And I am sure that since that one instance of wonderful regard for the feelings of Aunt Hagar, he has not deigned to consider the comfort and happiness of any, save and always himself.”

As the girl’s voice took on a tone of scornful sarcasm; as her cheeks flushed and her eyes flashed while memory recalled the many instances of unfeeling cruelty and neglect, that had brought tears to her childish eyes and pain to her lonely heart—the eyes of Lucian Davlin became bright with admiration, and something more; something that might have caused her honest eyes to wonder and question, if she had but intercepted the glance. But her thoughts had taken a backward turn. Without looking up, perceiving by his silence that he had no desire to interrupt her, she proceeded, half addressing herself:

“I used to ask him about my mother, and was always informed that he ‘didn’t care to converse of dead folks.’ Finally, he assured me that he was ‘tired of seeing my sickly, ugly face,’ and that, as I would have to look after myself when he was dead and gone, I must be educated. Therefore, I was sent to the dreary Convent school at M——. And there I studied hard, looking forward to the time when, having learned all they could teach me, I might breathe again outside the four stone walls; for, by my step-papa’s commands, I was not permitted to roam outside the sisters’ domains until my studies should reach an end. Then they brought me back, and my polite step-papa called me an ‘educated idiot;’ and my good old Hagar cried over me, and I made friends with the birds, and the trees. Ever since, always avoiding my worthy ancestor-in-law, I have been wondering what it would be like to be happy among true friends, in a bright spot somewhere, far away from this place, where I never have been happy for a day at a time, even as a child.”

“Never, little girl?” The eyes were very reproachful, and the man’s hand was held out entreatingly. “Never, darling?”