Alice Ruth Moore (1875-1935) was an American poet, journalist, and political activist. In this story, a woman describes memories of an old love.
Yes, Eleanor, I have grown grayer. I am younger than you, you know, but then, what have you to age you? A kind husband, lovely children, while I — I have none of that. Time goes slowly, slowly for me now.
Why did I never marry? Bernard? Oh, that’s a long story. I’ll tell you if you wish; it might pass an hour.
Do you ever think about the old school days? We thought such foolish things then, didn’t we? Every one of us imagined we would have only to knock ever so faintly on the portals of fame and they would fly wide for our entrance into the magic realms. On Commencement Night, we whispered merrily among ourselves on the stage to see our favorite planet, Venus, of course, smiling at us through a high, open window, “bidding adieu1 to her astronomy class,” we said.
Then you went away to plunge into the most brilliant whirl of society, and I stayed in the beautiful old city to work.
Bernard liked you a great deal in those days, because in school-girl parlance2 you were my “chum.” You say — thanks, no tea — you say you know what happiness means — maybe, but I don’t think any living soul could experience the joy I felt in those days; it was absolutely painful at times.
Lord Byron3 and his counterparts are ever dear to the enamoured heart, whether young or old. Such a man was Bernard: gloomy, tired of the world, with a few dozen broken relationships among his varied experiences. Of course, I worshipped him secretly, what romantic, silly girl of my age would not?
One day, he folded me securely in his arms, and said:
“I have nothing to give you in exchange for that priceless love of yours but a heart that has already been at another’s feet, but may I ask for it?"
“It is already yours,” I answered.
Then began some of the happiest hours that ever the jolly old sun beamed upon or the lovesick moon clothed in her rays of silver. Deceived me? No, no. He admitted that the old love for Blanche was still in his heart, but that he had lost all faith and admiration for her, and could nevermore be other than a friend. Well, I was foolish enough to be content with such crumbs.
We had five months of happiness. I tamed down during that time — even consented to adopt his peerless Blanche as a model. I gave up all my most ambitious plans and cherished schemes because he disliked women whose names were constantly in the mouth of the public. In fact, I became quiet, sedate, and renounced some of my best and dearest friends upon his request. Still, for all the suffering I’ve experienced, I’d be willing to go through it all just to experience those five months again. Every day together, at nights on the lake-shore listening to the soft lap of the waters as the silver sheen of the moon spread over the dainty curled waves; sometimes in a hammock swinging among the trees talking of love and reading poetry. Talk about paradise!
But there is an end to all things. His father sent for his wayward4 son after falling ill. I will always believe he loved me, but he was eager to get home to his mother and father, and anxious to view Blanche in the light of their new relationship. We had a whole series of parting scenes — tears and vows and kisses exchanged. We clung to each other and swore never to forget, and to write every day. Then there was a final wrench. I went back to my old life — he, away at home.
For a while, I was content; there were daily letters from him to read, his many little tokens to adore — until there came a change — letters less frequent, more mentions of Blanche and her love for him, less of his love for me, until the truth was forced upon me. Then I grew cold and proud, and with an iron will crushed and stamped all love for him out of my tortured heart and cried for vengeance.
Yes, quite melodramatic, wasn’t it? It is a dramatic tale, though.
So I threw off my habits of seclusion, mingled again with friends, and took up all my long-forgotten plans. It was really wonderful, wasn’t it? It seems as though that fickle goddess, Fortune, showered every blessing on my path. Success followed success, triumph succeeded triumph. I was lionized, honored, exalted by the social and literary world. You often used to wonder how I withstood it all those years. With the heart-sick weariness and the fierce loathing that possessed me, I hardly know myself.
But, mind you, Eleanor, I schemed well. I had everything seemingly that humanity craved for, but I suffered, and by all the gods, I swore that he should suffer too. Blanche turned against him and married his brother. An unfortunate chain of circumstances drove him from his father’s home branded as a fraud. Strange, wasn’t it? But money is a strong weapon, and its long arm reaches over miles and miles of land and water.
One day, he found me in a distant city, and he begged for my love again, and for mercy and pity. Blanche was only a mistake, he said, and he loved me alone, and so on. I remembered all his trilling tones and tender glances, but they might have moved granite sooner than me. He knelt at my feet and pleaded. I laughed at him and sneered at his misery, and I told him what he had done to my happiness, and what I, in turn, had done to his.
Eleanor, I shall never forget his face as he rose from his knees, and with one awful, indescribable look of hate, anguish, and scorn, walked from the room. As he neared the door, all the old love rose in me like a flood, drowning the sorrows of past years, and overwhelming me in a deluge of pity. Strive as I did, I could not repress it. I called to him in terror, “Bernard, Bernard!” He did not turn; gave no sign of having heard.
He passed slowly away with bent head, out of the house and out of my life. I’ve never seen him since, never heard of him. Somewhere out there, he wanders outcast, forsaken, loveless. I have my vengeance, but it is like Dead Sea fruit, all bitter ashes to the taste. I am a miserable, heart-weary wreck — a woman with fame, without love.
Vengeance is an arrow that often falls and strikes the hand that sent it.
Text: "A Story of Vengeance" from Violets and Other Tales by Alice Ruth Moore (1895) is in the public domain. This text has been modified.
Image: "Rose petals on an open book" by Debby Hudson is licensed under CC0.
Notes:
“goodbye” in French
a way of speaking
an English Romantic poet
difficult to control
Question 7
What does "exalted" mean as it is used in paragraph 15?
A. acclaimed
B. amazed
C. envied
D. isolated
Question 8
What does the following quote imply about the narrator? "money is a strong weapon, and its long arm reaches over miles and miles of land and water." (Paragraph 16)
A. She always knew that Bernard was a fraud.
B. She used money to cause Bernard's misfortune.
C. She fears Bernard may use his money against her.
D. She was jealous of Bernard's money and influence.
Question 9
How do paragraphs 18-19 develop the narrator's point of view?
A. They show that she regrets her actions.
B. They show that she expects Bernard's forgiveness.
C. They show that she is satisfied that she hurt Bernard.
D. They show that she is pleased Bernard loves her again.
Question 10
What is the meaning of "forsaken" as it is used in paragraph 19?
A. regretful
B. abandoned
C. disappointed
D. incompetent
Question 11
Which statement best identifies the central idea of the article?
A. Staghorn ferns grow more quickly in communities than they do independently.
B. Staghorn ferns have specific duties and share resources to help each other survive.
C. Staghorn ferns only share resources with other staghorn ferns that possess the same genes.
D. Staghorn ferns grow on other species of plants from which they get their water and nutrients.
Question 12
Paragraph 1 contributes to the overall passage by —
A. introducing interesting characteristics of staghorn ferns.
B. explaining how staghorn ferns survive high in the treetops.
C. highlighting the variety of plant species that can coexist together.
D. showing how different species must rely on each other to survive.
Question 14
Which quotation from the article provides the best evidence that staghorn ferns are most likely eusocial?
A. "A mass of strange ferns embraces a trunk high among the treetops. They look like a giant tangle of floppy, green antlers." (Paragraph 1)
B. "Eusocial has been used to describe certain societies of insects and crustaceans, along with two species of mole rats." (Paragraph 7)
C. "These ferns appear to form a complex society made up of interdependent groups." (Paragraph 8)
D. "Ferns reproduce via spores, which form on the underside of leaf-like fronds." (Paragraph 9)
Question 15
What are TWO ways nest fronds differ from strap fronds?
A. They grow bigger than strap fronds.
B. They need less water than strap fronds.
C. They have shorter lives than strap fonds.
D. They absorb more water than strap fronds.
E. They need more nutrients than strap fronds.
F. They are less likely to reproduce than strap fronds.
Question 16
What does "slaking" mean in paragraph 10?
A. circulating
B. prompting
C. quenching
D. sustaining
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Here are the answers to the questions based on the text provided:
Question 7: What does "exalted" mean as it is used in paragraph 15?
Question 8: What does the following quote imply about the narrator? "money is a strong weapon, and its long arm reaches over miles and miles of land and water." (Paragraph 16)
- Answer: B. She used money to cause Bernard's misfortune.
Question 9: How do paragraphs 18-19 develop the narrator's point of view?
- Answer: A. They show that she regrets her actions.
Question 10: What is the meaning of "forsaken" as it is used in paragraph 19?
Question 11: Which statement best identifies the central idea of the article?
- Answer: B. Staghorn ferns have specific duties and share resources to help each other survive.
Question 12: Paragraph 1 contributes to the overall passage by —
- Answer: D. showing how different species must rely on each other to survive.
Question 14: Which quotation from the article provides the best evidence that staghorn ferns are most likely eusocial?
- Answer: C. "These ferns appear to form a complex society made up of interdependent groups." (Paragraph 8)
Question 15: What are TWO ways nest fronds differ from strap fronds?
- Answer: A. They grow bigger than strap fronds. and D. They absorb more water than strap fronds.
Question 16: What does "slaking" mean in paragraph 10?
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