And ez I never took much stock in the stories that you were washed off the Warensboro Bridge, I ain't much astonished at finding you agin." "What did you believe happened to me ?" said Blandford, less brusquely.
Ezekiel noticed the softening; he felt his own turn coming.

"I kalkilated you had reasons for going off, leaving no address behind you," he drawled.
"What reasons ?" asked Blandford, with a sudden relapse of his former harshness.
"Wa'al, Squire Blandford, sens you wanter know--I reckon your business wasn't payin', and there was a matter of two hundred and fifty dollars ye took with ye, that your creditors would hev liked to hev back." "Who dare say that ?" demanded Blandford, angrily.
"Your wife that was--Mrs.Demorest ez is--told it to her mother," returned Ezekiel, lazily.
The blow struck deeper than even Ezekiel's dry malice imagined.

For an instant, Blandford remained stupefied.

In the five years' retrospect of his resolution on that fatal night, whatever doubt of its wisdom might have obtruded itself upon him, he had never thought of THIS.

He had been willing to believe that his wife had quietly forgotten him as well as her treachery to him, he had passively acquiesced in the results of that forgetfulness and his own silence; he had been conscious that his wound had healed sooner than he expected, but if this consciousness had enabled him to extend a certain passive forgiveness to his wife and Demorest, it was always with the conviction that his mysterious effacement had left an inexplicable shadow upon them which their consciences alone could explain.