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"In telling me all you knew about what you term the Family Secret," said the priest, "you have mentioned as a strange coincidence that your sister's death and your uncle's disappearance took place at the same time.Did you ever suspect what cause it was that occasioned your sister's death?""I only knew what my father told me, an d what all our friends believed--that she had a tumor in the neck, or, as I sometimes heard it stated, from the effect on her constitution of a tumor in the neck.""She died under an operation for the removal of that tumor," said the priest, in low tones; "and the operator was your Uncle George."In those few words all the truth burst upon me.

"Console yourself with the thought that the long martyrdom of his life is over," the priest went on."He rests; he is at peace.He and his little darling understand each other, and are happy now.

That thought bore him up to the last on his death-bed.He always spoke of your sister as his 'little darling.' He firmly believed that she was waiting to forgive and console him in the other world--and who shall say he was deceived in that belief?"Not I! Not anyone who has ever loved and suffered, surely!

"It was out of the depths of his self-sacrificing love for the child that he drew the fatal courage to undertake the operation,"continued the priest."Your father naturally shrank from attempting it.His medical brethren whom he consulted all doubted the propriety of taking any measures for the removal of the tumor, in the particular condition and situation of it when they were called in.Your uncle alone differed with them.He was too modest a man to say so, but your mother found it out.The deformity of her beautiful child horrified her.She was desperate enough to catch at the faintest hope of remedying it that anyone might hold out to her; and she persuaded your uncle to put his opinion to the proof.Her horror at the deformity of the child, and her despair at the prospect of its lasting for life, seem to have utterly blinded her to all natural sense of the danger of the operation.It is hard to know how to say it to you, her son, but it must be told, nevertheless, that one day, when your father was out, she untruly informed your uncle that his brother had consented to the performance of the operation, and that he had gone purposely out of the house because he had not nerve enough to stay and witness it.After that, your uncle no longer hesitated.He had no fear of results, provided he could be certain of his own courage.All he dreaded was the effect on him of his love for the child when he first found himself face to face with the dreadful necessity of touching her skin with the knife."I tried hard to control myself, but I could not repress a shudder at those words.

"It is useless to shock you by going into particulars," said the priest, considerately."Let it be enough if I say that your uncle's fortitude failed to support him when he wanted it most.

His love for the child shook the firm hand which had never trembled before.In a word, the operation failed.Your father returned, and found his child dying.The frenzy of his despair when the truth was told him carried him to excesses which it shocks me to mention--excesses which began in his degrading his brother by a blow, which ended in his binding himself by an oath to make that brother suffer public punishment for his fatal rashness in a court of law.Your uncle was too heartbroken by what had happened to feel those outrages as some men might have felt them.He looked for one moment at his sister-in-law (I do not like to say your mother, considering what I have now to tell you), to see if she would acknowledge that she had encouraged him to attempt the operation, and that she had deceived him in saying that he had his brother's permission to try it.She was silent, and when she spoke, it was to join her husband in denouncing him as the murderer of their child.Whether fear of your father's anger, or revengeful indignation against your uncle most actuated her, I cannot presume to inquire in your presence.I can only state facts."The priest paused and looked at me anxiously.I could not speak to him at that moment--I could only encourage him to proceed by pressing his hand.

He resumed in these terms:

"Meanwhile, your uncle turned to your father, and spoke the last words he was ever to address to his eldest brother in this world.