I have found it! God knows to what results it may
lead; but it is as certain as that I am sitting here before my
journal that I have found the cravat from which the end in Mary's
hand was torn. I discovered it last night; but the flutter I was
in, and the nervousness and uncertainty I felt, prevented me from
noting down this most extraordinary and unexpected event at the
time when it happened. Let me try if I can preserve the memory of
it in writing now.
I was going home rather late from where I work, when I suddenly
remembered that I had forgotten to buy myself any candles the
evening before, and that I should be left in the dark if I did
not manage to rectify this mistake in some way. The shop close to
me, at which I usually deal, would be shut up, I knew, before I
could get to it; so I determined to go into the first place I
passed where candles were sold. This turned out to be a small
shop with two counters, which did business on one side in the
general grocery way, and on the other in the rag and bottle and
old iron line.
There were several customers on the grocery side when I went in,
so I waited on the empty rag side till I could be served.
Glancing about me here at the worthless-looking things by which I
was surrounded, my eye was caught by a bundle of rags lying on
the counter, as if they had just been brought in and left there.
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