The story
“’We do not care what all the fathers in the world will do when we are safely married, do we dear?’
“In spite of her bravado, the attractive little girl trembled just a trifle as she looked up into the eyes of her handsome lover. In her hand she held a wireless message from her father, which told her tersely that if she married ‘that fellow’ she would be disinherited. To be disinherited meant to be cut out entirely from the millions which she should someday share with her older sister, and ‘that man’ was only her father’s discharged chauffeur! The girl was on her way to a cloistered school in France, where her father purposed to keep her silly young head so filled with her books that she would forget her plebeian lover. But the wily little girl had secretly informed the chauffeur that she was sailing, and the boat was well out at sea before the father learned that he had been outwitted. The following night the echo of ‘fire’ resounded through the ship. The passengers ran to the life boats, but the blazing liner went down into the blackness of the sea with most of the passengers still on board. In the captain’s small uncollapsible boat, the millionaire’s daughter and the ex-chauffeur were among the pitiful handful who escaped.
“One by one the members of the party succumbed, until there was left only the captain and the hardy young couple. Before the captain, too, gave up his life to the deep, the girl remembered that there was a provision of law which authorizes the commander of a vessel to perform marriages at sea. So the weakened man joined the hands of the two young people and pronounced them married. The little boat drifted to a desert island, where the happy young lovers spent their honeymoon. One day, the husband was attacked and killed by a giant ophimorphous. Some weeks later the widow was discovered by the crew of a sailing vessel, which had put into the island for water. She was taken home. Frightened, the unhappy girl was afraid to tell her father the truth. She swore that she had been entirely alone on the island.
“Back again in the safety of her home, the little sister found herself turning to her elder sister for aid and comfort—just as it had been when she was a little child and had passed through fancied grievances. So she told her sister the true story of her marriage, and swore her to secrecy. In order to keep the truth from their father, the elder sister told him that the younger girl’s nervous condition was so serious that she must have rest, and advised a holiday in a little fishing village. In the little town the younger girl’s child was born. A woman in the village was prevailed upon to undertake the care of the baby for a fixed sum. Then the two girls returned to the city.
“Five years later, the younger sister was to be married. The wedding day had arrived. The bride was all arrayed in her wedding gown, and she and her sister awaited the strains of the bridal march, when a farmer deposited a little girl at the door with the remarks (which the bride’s father overhead) that ‘Old Martha was dead.’ Suspicious, the father took the child to the bride’s chamber to demand an explanation. At the threshold, the child burst into joy at seeing the elder sister. ‘The nice lady who brings me presents,’ she cried. The father believed that the elder daughter was guilty. She was about to disclaim any responsibility, when she caught sight of the younger sister’s face. ‘Please let him think so until after the marriage, then I will tell the truth,’ the younger sister hurriedly whispered.
“The elder sister took her niece to a nearby city, where she put her talent for sculpture into practical use. Soon a rising young painter fell in love with her. She returned his affection but would not marry him because of the taint on her honor. As a gift to his wife, the younger sister’s husband planned to have her portrait painted by the young artist. At the first sitting, the woman’s own little girl rushed in in hot pursuit of a runaway kitten. The mother recognized her and fell back with a stifled cry—and when their backs were turned, the child climbed to the window ledge for the kitten, lost her balance and fell. ‘It is God’s judgment,’ she cried. ‘My child! My child!’ Then the mother told for the first time the true story. In a moment, the painter came back bringing a perfectly whole and safe, but very frightened child. The elder sister was called to the studio. She knew that at last the shadow had been lifted from her heart.”
Summary from Reel Life · 18 September 1915



