Capitola's Peril by Mrs. E.D.E.N. Southworth
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A Sequel to The Hidden Hand
MRS. E.D.E.N. SOUTHWORTH
Ishmael, Self-Raised, Cruel as the Grave, Tried for Her
And such a night she took the road in
As ne'er poor sinner was abroad in.
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That night a child might understand
The de'il had business on his hand.
A. L. BURT COMPANY, Publishers NEW YORK
A Sequel to THE HIDDEN HAND.
CHAPTER I. THE ORPHAN'S TRIAL.
We met ere yet the world had come
To wither up the springs of youth,
Amid the holy joys of home,
And in the first warm blush of youth.
We parted as they never part,
Whose tears are doomed to be forgot;
Oh, by what agony of heart
Forget me not!forget me not!
At nine o'clock the next morning Traverse went to the library to
keep his tryst with Colonel Le Noir.
Seated in the doctor's leathern chair, with his head thrown back,
his nose erect and his white and jeweled hand caressing his mustached
chin, the colonel awaited the young man's communication.
With a slight bow Traverse took a chair and drew it up to the table,
seated himself and, after a little hesitation, commenced, and in a
modest and self-respectful manner announced that he was charged with
the last verbal instructions from the doctor to the executor of his
Colonel Le Noir left off caressing his chin for an instant, and,
with a wave of his dainty hand, silently intimated that the young man
Traverse then began and delivered the dying directions of the late
doctor, to the effect that his daughter Clara Day should not be removed
from the paternal mansion, but that she should be suffered to remain
there, retaining as a matronly companion her old friend Mrs. Marah
Umm! umm! very ingenious, upon my word! commented the colonel,
still caressing his chin.
I have now delivered my whole message, sir, and have only to add
that I hope, for Miss Day's sake, there will be no difficulty thrown in
the way of the execution of her father's last wishes, which are also,
sir, very decidedly her own, said Traverse.
Umm! doubtless they areand also yours and your worthy mother's.
Sir, Miss Day's will in this matter is certainly mine. Apart from
the consideration of her pleasure, my wishes need not be consulted. As
soon as I have seen Miss Day made comfortable I leave for the far
West, said Traverse, with much dignity.
Umm! and leave mama here to guard the golden prize until your
return, eh? sneered the colonel.
Sir, I do notwish to understand you, said Traverse with a
Possibly not, my excellent young friend, said the colonel,
ironically; then, rising from his chair and elevating his voice, he
cried, but I, sir, understand you and your mother and your pretty
scheme perfectly! Very ingenious invention, these 'last verbal
instructions.' Very pretty plan to entrap an heiress; but it shall not
avail you, adventurers that you are! This afternoon Sauter, the
confidential attorney of my late brother-in-law, will be here with the
will, which shall be read in the presence of the assembled household.
If these last verbal directions are also to be found duplicated in the
will, very good, they shall be obeyed; if not, they shall be
During this speech Traverse stood with kindling eyes and blazing
cheeks, scarcely able to master his indignation; yet, to his credit be
it spoken, he did rule his own spirit and replied with dignity and
Colonel Le Noir, my testimony in regard to the last wishes of
Doctor Day can, if necessary, be supported by other evidencethough I
do not believe that any man who did not himself act in habitual
disregard of truth would wantonly question the veracity of another.
Sir! this to me! exclaimed Le Noir, growing white with rage and
making a step toward the young man.
Yes, Colonel Le Noir, that to you! And this in addition; You have
presumed to charge my mother, in connection with myself, with being an
adventuress; with forming dishonorable 'schemes,' and in so charging
her, Colonel Le Noir, you utter a falsehood!
Sirrah! cried Le Noir, striding toward Traverse and raising his
hand over his head, with a fearful oath, retract your words or
Traverse calmly drew himself up, folded his arms and replied coolly:
I am no brawler, Colonel Le Noir; the pistol and the bowie-knife
are as strange to my hands as abusive epithets and profane language are
to my lips; nevertheless, instead of retracting my words, I repeat and
reiterate them. If you charge my mother with conspiracy you utter a
falsehood. As her son I am in duty bound to say as much.
Villain! gasped Le Noir, shaking his fist and choking with rage;
villain! you shall repent this in every vein of your body!
Then, seizing his hat, he strode from the room.
Boaster! said Traverse to himself, as he also left the library by
Clara was waiting for him in the little parlor below.
Well, well, dear Traverse, she said, as he entered. You have had
the explanation with my guardian, andhe makes no objection to
carrying out the last directions of my father and our own wisheshe is
willing to leave me here?
My dear girl, Colonel Le Noir defers all decision until the reading
of the will, which is to take place this afternoon, said Traverse,
unwilling to add to her distress by recounting the disgraceful scene
that had just taken place in the library.
Oh! these delays! these delays! Heaven give me patience! Yet I do
not know why I should be so uneasy. It is only a form; of course he
will regard my father's wishes.
I do not see well how he can avoid doing so, especially as Doctor
Williams is another witness to them, and I shall request the doctor's
attendance here this afternoon. Dear Clara, keep up your spirits! A few
hours now and all will be well, said Traverse, as he drew on his
gloves and took his hat to go on his morning round of calls.
An early dinner was ordered, for the purpose of giving ample time in
the afternoon for the reading of the will.
Owing to the kind forbearance of each member of this little family,
their meeting with their guest at the table was not so awkward as it
might have been rendered. Mrs. Rocke had concealed the insults that had
been offered her; Traverse had said nothing of the affronts put upon
him. So that each, having only their own private injuries to resent,
felt free in forbearing. Nothing but this sort of prudence on the part
of individuals rendered their meeting around one board possible.
While they were still at the table the attorney, Mr. Sauter, with
Doctors Williams and Dawson, arrived, and was shown into the library.
And very soon after the dessert was put upon the table the family
left it and, accompanied by Colonel Le Noir, adjourned to the library.
After the usual salutations they arranged themselves along each side of
an extension table, at the head of which the attorney placed himself.
In the midst of a profound silence the will was opened and read. It
was dated three years before.
The bulk of his estate, after the paying a few legacies, was left to
his esteemed brother-in-law, Gabriel Le Noir, in trust for his only
daughter, Clara Day, until the latter should attain the age of
twenty-one, at which period she was to come into possession of the
property. Then followed the distribution of the legacies. Among the
rest the sum of a thousand dollars was left to his young friend
Traverse Rocke, and another thousand to his esteemed neighbor Marah
Rocke. Gabriel Le Noir was appointed sole executor of the will, trustee
of the property and guardian of the heiress.
At the conclusion of the reading Mr. Sauter folded the document and
laid it upon the table.
Colonel Le Noir arose and said:
The will of the late Doctor Day has been read in your presence. I
presume you all heard it, and that there can be no mistake as to its
purport. All that remains now is to act upon it. I shall claim the
usual privilege of twelve months before administering upon the estate
or paying the legacies. In the mean time, I shall assume the charge of
my ward's person, and convey her to my own residence, known as the
Hidden House. Mrs. Rocke, he said, turning toward the latter, your
presence and that of your young charge is no longer required here. Be
so good as to prepare Miss Day's traveling trunks, as we set out from
this place to-morrow morning.
Mrs. Rocke started, looked wistfully in the face of the speaker and,
seeing that he was in determined earnest, turned her appealing glances
toward Traverse and Doctor Williams.
As for Clara, her face, previously blanched with grief, was now
flushed with indignation. In her sudden distress and perplexity she
knew not at once what to dowhether to utter a protest or continue
silent; whether to leave the room or remain. Her embarrassment was
perceived by Traverse, who, stooping, whispered to her:
Be calm, love; all shall be well. Doctor Williams is about to
And at that moment, indeed, Doctor Williams arose and said:
I have, Colonel Le Noir to endorse a dying message from Doctor Day
entrusted to my young friend here to be delivered to you, to the effect
that it was his last desire and request that his daughter, Miss Clara
Day, should be permitted to reside during the term of her minority in
this her patrimonial home, under the care of her present matronly
friend, Mrs. Marah Rocke, Doctor Rocke and myself are here to bear
testimony to these, the last wishes of the departed, which wishes, I
believe, also express the desires of his heiress.
Oh, yes, yes! said Clara, earnestly. I do very much desire to
remain in my own home, among my old familiar friends. My dear father
only consulted my comfort and happiness when he left these
There can be, therefore, no reason why Miss Day should be disturbed
in her present home, said Traverse.
Colonel Le Noir smiled grimly, saying:
I am sorry, Doctor Williams, to differ with you or to distress Miss
Day. But if, as she says, her lamented father consulted her pleasure in
those last instructions, he certainly consulted nothing elsenot the
proprieties of conventionalism, the opinion of the world, nor the
future welfare of his daughter. Therefore, as a man of Doctor Day's
high position and character in his sane moments never could have made
such a singular arrangement, I am forced to the conclusion that he
could not, at the time of giving those instructions, have been in his
right mind. Consequently, I cannot venture to act upon any 'verbal
instructions,' however well attested, but shall be guided in every
respect by the will, executed while yet the testator was in sound body
Doctor Rocke and myself are both physicians competent to certify
that, at the time of leaving these directions, our respected friend was
perfectly sound in mind at least, said Doctor Williams.
That, sir, I repeat, I contest. And, acting upon the authority of
the will, I shall proceed to take charge of my ward as well as of her
estate. And as I think this house, under all the circumstances, a very
improper place for her to remain, I shall convey her without delay to
my own home. Mrs. Rocke, I believe I requested you to see to the
packing of Miss Day's trunks.
Oh, heaven! shall this wrong be permitted? ejaculated Marah.
Mrs. Rocke, I will not go unless absolutely forced to do so by a
decree of the court. I shall get Doctor Williams to make an appeal for
me to the Orphans' Court, said Clara, by way of encouraging her
My dear Miss Day, that, I hope, will not be required. Colonel Le
Noir acts under a misapprehension of the circumstances. We must enter
into more explanations with him. In the mean time, my dear young lady,
it is better that you should obey him for the present, at least so far
as retiring from the room, said Doctor Williams.
Clara immediately rose and, requesting Mrs. Rocke to accompany her,
withdrew from the library.
Doctor Williams then said:
I advised the retirement of the young lady, having a communication
to make the hearing of which in a mixed company might have cost her an
innocent blush. But first I would ask you, Colonel Le Noir, what are
those circumstances to which you allude which render Miss Day's
residence here, in her patrimonial mansion, with her old and faithful
friends, so improper? inquired Doctor Williams, courteously.
The growing intimacy, sir, between herself and a very objectionable
partythis young man Rocke! replied Colonel Le Noir.
Ah! and is that all?
It is enough, sir, said Colonel Le Noir, loftily.
Then suppose I should inform you, sir, that this young man, Doctor
Rocke, was brought up and educated at Doctor Day's cost and under his
own immediate eye?
Then, sir, you would only inform me that an eccentric gentleman of
fortune had donewhat eccentric gentlemen of fortune will sometimes
doeducated a pauper.
At this opprobrious epithet Traverse, with a flushed face, started
to his feet.
Sit down, my boy, sit down; leave me to deal with this man, said
Doctor Williams, forcing Traverse back into his seat. Then, turning to
Colonel Le Noir, he said:
But suppose, sir, that such was the estimation in which Doctor Day
held the moral and intellectual worth of his young protégé that he
actually gave him his daughter?
I cannot suppose an impossibility, Doctor Williams, replied
Colonel Le Noir, haughtily.
Then, sir, I have the pleasure of startling you a little by a
prodigy that you denominate an impossibility! Clara Day and Traverse
Rocke were betrothed with full knowledge and cordial approbation of the
young lady's father.
Impossible! preposterous! I shall countenance no such ridiculous
absurdity! said Colonel Le Noir, growing red in the face.
Miss Day, Doctor Rocke, Mrs. Rocke, and myself are witnesses to
The young lady and the young man are parties immediately
concernedthey cannot be received as witnesses in their own case; Mrs.
Rocke is too much in their interest for her evidence to be taken; you,
sir, I consider the dupe of these cunning conspiratorsmother and
son, replied Colonel Le Noir, firmly.
Tut! said Doctor Williams, almost out of patience. I do not
depend upon the words of Miss Day and her friends, although I hold
their veracity to be above question; I had Doctor Day's dying words to
the same effect. And he mentioned the existing betrothal as the very
reason why Clara should remain here in the care of her future
Then, sir, that the doctor should have spoken and acted thus, is
only another and a stronger reason for believing him to have been
deranged in his last moments! You need give yourself no farther
trouble! I shall act upon the authority of this instrument which I hold
in my hand, replied Colonel Le Noir, haughtily.
Then, as the depository of the dying man's last wishes and as the
next friend of his injured daughter, I shall make an appeal to the
Orphans' Court, said Doctor Williams, coldly.
You can do as you please about that; but in the mean time, acting
upon the authority of the will, I shall to-morrow morning set out with
my ward for my own home.
There may be time to arrest that journey, said Doctor Williams,
arising and taking his hat to go.
In the passage he met Mrs. Rocke.
Dear Doctor Williams, said Mrs. Rocke, earnestly, pray come up to
poor Clara's room and speak to her, if you can possibly say anything to
comfort her; she is weeping herself into a fit of illness at the bare
thought of being, so soon after her dreadful bereavement, torn away
from her home and friends.
Tut! tut! no use in weeping! all will yet be right.
You have persuaded that man to permit her to remain here, then?
said Marah, gladly.
Persuaded him! no, nor even undertaken to do so! I never saw him
before to-day, yet I would venture to say, from what I have now seen of
him, that he never was persuaded by any agent except his own passions
and interests, to any act whatever. No, I have endeavored to show him
that we have law as well as justice on our side, and even now I am
afraid I shall have to take the case before the Orphans' Court before I
can convince him. He purposes removing Clara to-morrow morning. I will
endeavor to see the Judge of the Orphans' Court to-night, take out a
habeas corpus, ordering Le Noir to bring his ward into court, and serve
it on him as he passes through Staunton on his way home.
But is there no way of preventing him from taking Clara away from
the house to-morrow morning.
No good way. No, madam, it is best that all things should be done
decently and in order. I advise you, as I shall also advise my young
friends, Traverse and Clara, not to injure their own cause by unwise
impatience or opposition. We should go before the Orphans' Court with
the very best aspect.
Come, then, and talk to Clara. She has the most painful antipathy
to the man who claims the custody of her person, as well as the most
distressing reluctance to leaving her dear home and friends; and all
this, in addition to her recent heavy affliction, almost overwhelms the
poor child, said Mrs. Rocke, weeping.
I will go at once and do what I can to soothe her, said Doctor
Williams, following Mrs. Rocke, who led him up to Clara's room.
They found her prostrate upon her bed, crushed with grief.
Come, come, my dear girl, this is too bad! It is not like the usual
noble fortitude of our Clara, said the old man, kindly taking her
Oh, Doctor, forgiveforgive me! but my courage must have been very
small, for I fear it is all gone. But then, indeed, everything comes on
me at once. My dear, dear father's death; then the approaching
departure and expected long absence of Traverse! All that was grievous
enough to bear; and now to be torn away from the home of my childhood,
and from the friend that has always been a mother to me, and by a man,
from whom every true, good instinct of my nature teaches me to shrink.
I, who have always had full liberty in the house of my dear father, to
be forced away against my will by this man, as if I were his slave!
exclaimed Clara, bursting into fresh tears of indignation and grief.
Clara, my dear, dear girl, this impatience and rebellion is so
unlike your gentle nature that I can scarcely recognize you for the
mild and dignified daughter of my old friend. Clara, if the saints in
heaven could grieve at anything, I should think your dear father would
be grieved to see you thus! said the old man in gentle rebuke that
immediately took effect upon the meek and conscientious maiden.
Oh! I feelI feel that I am doing very wrong, but I cannot help
it. I scarcely know myself in this agony of mingled grief, indignation
and terroryes, terrorfor every instinct of my nature teaches me to
distrust and fear that man, in whom my father must have been greatly
deceived before he could have entrusted him with the guardianship of
his only child.
I think that quite likely, said the old man; yet, my dear, even
in respect to your dear father's memory, you must try to bear this
Oh, yes, I know I must. Dear father, if you can look down and see
me now, forgive your poor Clara, her anger and her impatience. She will
try to be worthy of the rearing you have given her and to bear even
this great trial with the spirit worthy of your daughter! said Clara
within her own heart; then, speaking up, she said: You shall have no
more reason to reprove me, Doctor Williams.
That is my brave girl! That is my dear Clara Day! And now, when
your guardian directs you to prepare yourself for your journey, obey
himgo with him without making any objection. I purpose to arrest your
journey at Staunton with a habeas corpus that he dare not resist, and
which shall compel him to bring you into the Orphans' Court. There our
side shall be heard, and the decision will rest with the judge.
And all will be well! Oh, say that, sir! to give me the courage to
act with becoming docility, pleaded Clara.
I have not a doubt in this world that it will all be right, for,
however Colonel Le Noir may choose to disregard the last wishes of your
father, as attested by myself and young Rocke, I have not the least
idea that the judge will pass them over. On the contrary, I feel
persuaded that he will confirm them by sending you back here to your
Oh, may heaven grant it! said Clara. You do, indeed, give me new
Yes, yes, be cheerful, my dear; trust in Providence and expect
nothing short of the best! And now I dare not tarry longer with you,
for I must see the Judge at his house this night. Good-by, my dear;
keep up a good heart! said the old man cheerfully, pressing her hand
and taking his leave.
Mrs. Rocke accompanied him to the hall door.
My dear madam, keep up your spirits also for the sake of your young
charge! Make her go to bed early! To-morrow, when she thinks she is
about to be torn from you forever, remind her in her ear that I shall
meet the carriage at Staunton with a power that shall turn the horses'
And so saying, the worthy old gentleman departed.
As Marah Rocke looked after him, she also saw with alarm that
Colonel Le Noir had mounted his horse and galloped off in the direction
of Staunton, as if impelled by the most urgent haste.
She returned to the bedside of Clara, and left her no more that
night. As the colonel did not return to supper, they, the family party,
had their tea in Clara's room.
Late at night Mrs. Rocke heard Colonel Le Noir come into the house
and enter his chamber.
Poor Clara slept no more that night; anxiety, despite of all her
efforts, kept her wide awake. Yet, though anxious and wakeful, yet by
prayer and endeavor she had brought her mind into a patient and
submissive mood, so that when a servant knocked at her door in the
morning with a message from Colonel Le Noir that she should be ready to
set forth immediately after breakfast, she replied that she should obey
him, and without delay she arose and commenced her toilet.
All the family met for the last time around the board. The party was
constrained. The meal was a gloomy one. On rising from the table
Colonel Le Noir informed his ward that his traveling carriage was
waiting, and that her baggage was already on, and requested her to put
on her bonnet and mantle, and take leave of her servants.
Clara turned to obeyTraverse went to her side and whispered:
Take courage, dear love. My horse is saddled. I shall ride in
attendance upon the carriage whether that man likes it or not; nor lose
sight of you for one moment until we meet Williams with his habeas
Nor even then, dear Traverse, nor even then! You will attend me to
the court and be ready to take me back to this dear, dear home!
murmured Clara in reply.
Yes, yes, dear girl! There, be cheerful, whispered the young man,
as he pressed her hand and released it.
Colonel Le Noir had been a silent but frowning spectator of this
little scene, and now that Clara was leaving the room, attended by Mrs.
Rocke, he called the latter back, saying:
You will be so kind as to stop here a moment, Mrs. Rocke and you
also, young man.
The mother and son paused to hear what he should have to say.
I believe it is the custom here in discharging domestics to give a
month's warning, or in lieu of that, to pay a month's wages in advance.
There, woman, is the money. You will oblige me by leaving the house
to-day, together with your son and all your other trumpery, as the
premises are put in charge of an agent, who will be here this
afternoon, clothed with authority to eject all loiterers and
While the colonel spoke Marah Rocke gazed at him in a panic from
which she seemed unable to rouse herself, until Traverse gravely took
her hand, saying:
My dear mother, let me conduct you from the presence of this man,
who does not know how to behave himself toward women. Leave me to talk
with him, and do you, dear mother, go to Miss Day, who I know is
waiting for you.
Marah Rocke mechanically complied and allowed Traverse to lead her
from the room.
When he returned he went up to Colonel Le Noir, and, standing before
him and looking him full and sternly in the face, said, as sternly:
Colonel Le Noir, my mother will remain here and abide the decision
of the Orphans' Court; until that has been pronounced, she does not
stir at your or any man's bidding!
Villain, out of my way! sneered Le Noir, endeavoring to pass him.
Traverse prevented him, saying:
Sir, in consideration of your age, which should be venerable, your
position which should prove you honorable, and of this sacred house of
mourning in which you stand, I have endeavored to meet all the insults
you have offered me with forbearance. But, sir, I am here to defend my
mother's rights and to protect her from insult! And I tell you plainly
that you have affronted her for the very last time! One more word or
look of insult leveled at Marah Rocke and neither your age, position
nor this sacred roof shall protect you from personal chastisement at
the hands of her son!
Le Noir, who had listened in angry scorn, with many an ejaculation
of contempt, now at the conclusion which so galled his pride, broke out
Sir, you are a bully! If you were a gentleman I would call you
And I should not come if you did, sir! Dueling is unchristian,
barbarous and abominable in the sight of God and all good men. For the
rest you may call me anything you please; but do not again insult my
mother, for if you do I shall hold it a Christian duty to teach you
better manners, said Traverse, coolly taking his hat and walking from
the room. He mounted his horse and stood ready to attend Clara to
Colonel Le Noir ground his teeth in impotent rage, muttering:
Take care, young man! I shall live to be revenged upon you yet for
these affronts! and his dastard heart burned with the fiercer
malignity that he had not dared to meet the eagle eye, or encounter the
strong arm of the upright and stalwart young man. Gnashing his teeth
with ill-suppressed fury, he strode into the hall just as Mrs. Rocke
and Clara, in her traveling dress, descended the stairs.
Clara threw her arms around Mrs. Rocke's neck, and, weeping, said:
Good-by, dear, best friendgood-by! Heaven grant it may not be for
long! Oh, pray for me, that I may be sent back to you!
May the Lord have you in His holy keeping, my child! I shall pray
until I hear from you! said Marah, kissing and releasing her.
Colonel Le Noir then took her by the hand, led her out, and put her
into the carriage.
Just before entering Clara had turned to take a last look at her old
homeall, friends and servants, noticed the sorrowful, anxious, almost
despairing look of her pale face, which seemed to ask:
Ah, shall I ever, ever return to you, dear old home, and dear,
In another instant she had disappeared within the carriage, which
immediately rolled off.
As the carriage was heavily laden, and the road was in a very bad
condition, it was a full hour before they reached the town of Staunton.
As the carriage drew up for a few moments before the door of the
principal hotel, and Colonel Le Noir was in the act of stepping out, a
sheriff's officer, accompanied by Dr. Williams, approached, and served
upon the colonel a writ of habeas corpus, commanding him to bring his
ward, Clara Day, into court.
Colonel Le Noir laughed scornfully, saying:
And do any of you imagine this will serve your purposes? Ha, ha!
The most that it can do will be to delay my journey for a few hours
until the decision of the judge, which will only serve to confirm my
authority beyond all future possibility of questioning.
We will see to that, said Doctor Williams.
Drive to the Court House! ordered Colonel Le Noir.
And the carriage, attended by Traverse Rocke, Doctor Williams and
the Sheriff's officer, each on horseback, drove thither.
And now, reader, I will not trouble you with a detailed account of
this trial. Clara, clothed in deep mourning, and looking pale and
terrified, was led into the court room on the arm of her guardian. She
was followed closely by her friends, Traverse Rocke and Doctor
Williams, each of whom whispered encouraging words to the orphan.
As the court had no pressing business on its hands, the case was
immediately taken up, the will was read and attested by the attorney
who had drawn it up and the witnesses who had signed it. Then the
evidence of Doctor Williams and Doctor Rocke was taken concerning the
last verbal instructions of the deceased. The case occupied about three
hours, at the end of which the judge gave a decision in favor of
Colonel Le Noir.
This judgment carried consternation to the heart of Clara and of all
Clara herself sank fainting in the arms of her old friend, the
venerable Doctor Williams.
Traverse, in bitterness of spirit, approached and bent over her.
Colonel Le Noir spoke to the judge.
I deeply thank your honor for the prompt hearing and equally prompt
decision of this case, and I will beg your honor to order the Sheriff
and his officers to see your judgment carried into effect, as I foresee
violent opposition, and wish to prevent trouble.
Certainly. Mr. Sheriff, you will see that Colonel Le Noir is put in
possession of his ward, and protected in that right until he shall have
placed her in security, said the judge.
Clara, on hearing these words, lifted her head from the old man's
bosom, nerved her gentle heart, and in a clear, sweet, steady voice
It is needless precaution, your honor; my friends are no
law-breakers, and since the court has given me into the custody of my
guardian, I do not dispute its judgment. I yield myself up to Colonel
You do well, young lady, said the judge.
I am pleased, Miss Day, to see that you understand and perform your
duty; believe me, I shall do all that I can to make you happy, said
Colonel Le Noir.
Clara replied by a gentle nod, and then, with a slight blush
mantling her pure cheeks she advanced a step and placed herself
immediately in front of the judge, saying:
But there is a word that I would speak to your honor.
Say on, young lady, said the judge.
And as she stood there in her deep mourning dress, with her fair
hair unbound and floating softly around her pale, sweet face, every eye
in that court was spellbound by her almost unearthly beauty. Before
proceeding with what she was about to say, she turned upon Traverse a
look that brought him immediately to her side.
Your honor, she began, in a low, sweet, clear tone, I owe it to
Doctor Rocke here present, who has been sadly misrepresented to you, to
say (what, under less serious circumstances, my girl's heart would
shrink from avowing so publicly) that I am his betrothed wifesacredly
betrothed to him by almost the last act of my dear father's life. I
hold this engagement to be so holy that no earthly tribunal can break
or disturb it. And while I bend to your honor's decision, and yield
myself to the custody of my legal guardian for the period of my
minority, I here declare to all who may be interested, that I hold my
hand and heart irrevocably pledged to Doctor Rocke, and that, as his
betrothed wife, I shall consider myself bound to correspond with him
regularly, and to receive him as often as he shall seek my society,
until my majority, when I and all that I possess will become his own.
And these words I force myself to speak, your honor, both in justice to
my dear lost father and his friend, Traverse Rocke, and also to myself,
that hereafter no one may venture to accuse me of clandestine
proceedings, or distort my actions into improprieties, or in any manner
call in question the conduct of my father's daughter. And, with
another gentle bow, Clara retired to the side of her old friend.
You are likely to have a troublesome charge in your ward, said the
sheriff apart to the colonel, who shrugged his shoulders by way of
The heart of Traverse was torn by many conflicting passions,
emotions and impulses; there was indignation at the decision of the
court; grief for the loss of Clara, and dread for her future!
One instant he felt a temptation to denounce the guardian as a
villain and to charge the judge with being a corrupt politician, whose
decisions were swayed by party interests!
The next moment he felt an impulse to catch Clara up in his arms,
fight his way through the crowd and carry her off! But all these wild
emotions, passions and impulses he succeeded in controlling.
Too well he knew that to rage, do violence, or commit extravagance
as he might, the law would take its course all the same.
While his heart was torn in this manner, Colonel Le Noire was urging
the departure of his ward. And Clara came to her lover's side and said,
gravely and sweetly:
The law, you see, has decided against us, dear Traverse. Let us
bend gracefully to a decree that we cannot annul! It cannot, at least,
alter our sacred relations; nor can anything on earth shake our
steadfast faith in each other; let us take comfort in that, and in the
thought that the years will surely roll round at length and bring the
time that shall reunite us.
Oh, my angel-girl! My angel-girl! Your patient heroism puts me to
the blush, for my heart is crushed in my bosom and my firmness quite
gone! said Traverse, in a broken voice.
You will gain firmness, dear Traverse. 'Patient!' I patient! You
should have heard me last night! I was so impatient that Doctor
Williams had to lecture me. But it would be strange if one did not
learn something by suffering. I have been trying all night and day to
school my heart to submission, and I hope I have succeeded, Traverse.
Bless me and bid me good-by.
The Lord forever bless and keep you, my own dear angel, Clara!
burst from the lips of Traverse. The Lord abundantly bless you!
And you, said Clara.
And thus they parted.
Clara was hurried away and put into the carriage by her guardian.
Ah, no one but the Lord knew how much it had cost that poor girl to
maintain her fortitude during that trying scene. She had controlled
herself for the sake of her friends. But now, when she found herself in
the carriage, her long strained nerves gave wayshe sank exhausted and
prostrated into the corner of her seat, in the utter collapse of woe!
But leaving the travelers to pursue their journey, we must go back
Almost broken-hearted, Traverse returned to Willow Heights to convey
the sad tidings of his disappointment to his mother's ear.
Marah Rocke was so overwhelmed with grief at the news that she was
for several hours incapable of action.
The arrival of the house agent was the first event that recalled her
to her senses.
She aroused herself to action, and, assisted by Traverse, set to
work to pack up her own and his wardrobe and other personal effects.
And the next morning Marah Rocke was re-established in her cottage.
And the next week, having equally divided their little capital, the
mother and son partedTraverse, by her express desire, keeping to his
original plan, set out for the far West.
CHAPTER II. OLD HURRICANE STORMS.
At this sir knight flamed up with ire!
His great chest heaved! his eyes flashed fire.
The crimson that suffused his face
To deepest purple now gave place.
Who can describe the frenzy of Old Hurricane upon discovering the
fraud that had been practised upon him by Black Donald?
It was told him the next morning in his tent, at his breakfast
table, in the presence of his assembled family, by the Rev. Mr.
Upon first hearing it, he was incapable of anything but blank
staring, until it seemed as though his eyes must start from their
Then his passion, not loud but deep, found utterance only in
emphatic thumps of his walking stick upon the ground!
Then, as the huge emotion worked upward, it broke out in grunts,
groans and inarticulate exclamations!
Finally it burst forth as follows:
Ugh! ugh! ugh! Fool! dolt! blockhead! Brute that I've been! I wish
somebody would punch my wooden head! I didn't think the demon himself
could have deceived me so! Ugh! Nobody but the demon could have done
it! and he is the demon! The very demon himself! He does not
disguisehe transforms himself! Ugh! ugh! ugh! that I should have been
such a donkey!
Sir, compose yourself! We are all liable to suffer deception, said
Sir, broke forth Old Hurricane, in fury, that wretch has eaten at
my table! Has drunk wine with me!! Has slept in my bed!!! Ugh! ugh!!
Believing him to be what he seemed, sir, you extended to him the
rights of hospitality; you have nothing to blame yourself with!
Demmy, sir, I did more than that! I've coddled him up with
negusses! I've pampered him up with possets and put him to sleep in my
own bed! Yes, sirand more! Look there at Mrs. Condiment, sir! The way
in which she worshiped that villain was a sight to behold! said Old
Hurricane, jumping up and stamping around the tent in fury.
Oh, Mr. Goodwin, sir, how could I help it when I thought he was
such a precious saint? whimpered the old lady.
Yes, sir! when 'his reverence' would be tired with delivering a
long-winded mid-day discourse, Mrs. Condiment, sir, would take him into
her own tentmake him lie down on her own sacred cot, and set my niece
to bathing his head with cologne and her maid to fanning him, while she
herself prepared an iced sherry cobbler for his reverence! Aren't you
ashamed of yourself, Mrs. Condiment, mum! said Old Hurricane, suddenly
stopping before the poor old woman, in angry scorn.
Indeed, I'm sure if I'd known it was Black Donald, I'd no more have
suffered him inside of my tent than I would Satan!
Demmy, mum, you had Satan there as well! Who but Satan could have
tempted you all to disregard me, your lawful lord and master, as you
every one of you did for that wretch's sake! Hang it, parson, I wasn't
the master of my own house, nor head of my own family! Precious Father
Gray was! Black Donald was! Oh, you shall hear! cried Old Hurricane,
in a frenzy.
Pray, sir, be patient and do not blame the women for being no wiser
than you were yourself, said Mr. Goodwin.
Tah! tah! tah! One act of folly is a contingency to which any man
may for once in his life be liable; but folly is the women's normal
condition! You shall hear! You shall hear! Hang it, sir, everybody had
to give way to Father Gray! Everything was for Father Gray! Precious
Father Gray! Excellent Father Gray! Saintly Father Gray! It was Father
Gray here and Father Gray there, and Father Gray everywhere and always!
He ate with us all day and slept with us all night! The coolest cot in
the dryest nook of the tent at nightthe shadiest seat at the table by
daywere always for his reverence! The nicest tit-bits of the choicest
dishesthe middle slices of the fish, the breast of the young ducks,
and the wings of the chickens, the mealiest potatoes, the juiciest
tomatoes, the tenderest roasting ear, the most delicate custard, and
freshest fruit always for his reverence! I had to put up with the necks
of poultry, and the tails of fishes, watery potatoes, specked apples
and scorched custardsand if I dared to touch anything better before
his precious reverence had eaten and was filled, Mrs.
Condimenttherewould look as sour as if she had bitten an unripe
lemonand Cap would tread on my gouty toe! Mrs. Condiment, mum, I
don't know how you can look me in the face! said Old Hurricane,
savagely. A very unnecessary reproach, since poor Mrs. Condiment had
not ventured to look any one in the face since the discovery of the
fraud of which she, as well as others, had been an innocent victim.
Come, come, my dear major, there is no harm done to you or your
family; therefore, take patience! said Mr. Goodwin.
Demmy, sir, I beg you pardon, parson, I won't take patience! You
don't know! Hang it, man, at last they got me to give up one-half of my
own blessed bed to his precious reverencethe best half which the
fellow always took right out of the middle, leaving me to sleep on both
sides of him, if I could! Think of itme, Ira Warfieldsleeping
between the sheetsnight after nightwith Black Donald! Ugh! ugh!
ugh! Oh, for some lethean draught that I might drink and forget! Sir, I
won't be patient! Patience would be a sin! Mrs. Condiment, mum, I
desire that you will send in your account and supply yourself with a
new situation! You and I cannot agree any longer. You'll be putting me
to bed with Beelzebub next! exclaimed Old Hurricane, besides himself
Mrs. Condiment sighed and wiped her eyes under her spectacles.
The worthy minister, now seriously alarmed, came to him and said:
My dear, dear major, do not be unjustconsider. She is an old
faithful domestic, who has been in your service forty yearswhom you
could not live without! I say it under advisementwhom you could not
Hang it, sir, nor live with! Think of her helping to free the
prisoners! Actually taking Black Donaldprecious Father Gray!into
their cell and leaving them together to hatch theirbeg you
But, sir, instead of punishing the innocent victim of his
deception, let us be merciful and thank the Lord, that since those men
were delivered from prison, they were freed without bloodshed; for
remember that neither the warden nor any of his men, nor any one else
has been personally injured.
Hang it, sir, I wish they had cut all our throats to teach us more
discretion! broke forth Old Hurricane.
I am afraid that the lesson so taught would have come too late to
be useful! smiled the pastor.
Well, it hasn't come too late now! Mrs. Condiment, mum, mind what I
tell you! As soon as we return to Hurricane Hall, send in your accounts
and seek a new home! I am not going to suffer myself to be set at
naught any longer! exclaimed Old Hurricane, bringing down his cane
with an emphatic thump.
The sorely troubled minister was again about to interfere, when, as
the worm if trodden upon, will turn, Mrs. Condiment herself spoke up,
Lor, Major Warfield, sir, there were others deceived besides me,
and as for myself, I never can think of the risk I've run without
growing cold all over!
Serves you right, mum, for your officiousness, and obsequiousness
and toadying toprecious Mr. Gray!serves you doubly right for
famishing me at my own table!
Uncle! said Capitola, 'Honor bright! Fair play is a jewel!' If
you and I, who have seen Black Donald before, failed to recognize that
stalwart athlete in a seemingly old and sickly man, how could you
expect Mrs. Condiment to do so, who never saw him but once in her life,
and then was so much frightened that she instantly fainted?
Pah! pah! pah! Cap, hush! You, all of you, disgust me, except Black
Donald! I begin to respect him! Confound if I don't take in all the
offers I have made for his apprehension, and at the very next
convention of our party I'll nominate him to represent us in the
National Congress; for, of all the fools that ever I have met in my
life, the people of this county are the greatest! And fools should at
least be represented by one clever manand Black Donald is the very
fellow! He is decidedly the ablest man in this congressional district.
Except yourself, dear uncle! said Capitola.
Except nobody, Miss Impudence!least of all me! The experience of
the last week has convinced me that I ought to have a cap and bells
awarded me by public acclamation! said Old Hurricane, stamping about
The good minister finding that he could make no sort of impression
upon the irate old man, soon took his leave, telling Mrs. Condiment
that if he could be of any service to her in her trouble she must be
sure to let him know.
At this Capitola and Mrs. Condiment exchanged looks, and the old
lady, thanking him for his kindness, said that if it should become
necessary, she should gratefully avail herself of it.
That day the camp meeting broke up.
Major Warfield struck tents and with his family and baggage returned
to Hurricane Hall.
On their arrival, each member of the party went about his or her own
Capitola hurried to her own room to take off her bonnet and shawl.
Pitapat, before attending her young mistress, lingered below to
astonish the housemaids with accounts of Brack Donel, dress up like an
ole parson, an' 'ceiving everybody, even ole Marse!
Mrs. Condiment went to her store room to inspect the condition of
her newly put up preserves and pickles, lest any of them should have
worked during her absence.
And Old Hurricane, attended by Wool, walked down to his kennels and
his stables to look after the well-being of his favorite hounds and
horses. It was while going through this interesting investigation that
Major Warfield was informedprincipally by overhearing the gossip of
the grooms with Woolof the appearance of a new inmate of the Hidden
Housea young girl, who, according to their description, must have
been the very pearl of beauty.
Old Hurricane pricked up his ears! Anything relating to the Hidden
House possessed immense interest for him.
Who is she, John? he inquired of the groom.
'Deed I dunno, sir, only they say she's a bootiful young creature,
fair as any lily, and dressed in deep mourning.
Humph! humph! humph! another victim! Ten thousand chances to one,
another victim! who told you this, John?
Why, Marse, you see Tom Griffith, the Rev. Mr. Goodwin's man, he's
very thick long of Davy Hughs, Colonel Le Noir's coachman. And Davy he
told Tom how one day last month his marse ordered the carriage, and
went two or three days' journey up the country beyant Staunton, there
he stayed a week and then came home, fetching along with him in the
carriage this lovely young lady, who was dressed in the deepest
mourning, and wept all the way. They 'spects how she's an orphan, and
has lost all her friends, by the way she takes on.
Another victim! My life on itanother victim! Poor child! She had
better be dead than in the power of that atrocious villain and
consummate hypocrite! said Old Hurricane, passing on to the
examination of his favorite horses, one of which, the swiftest in the
stud, he found galled on the shoulders. Whereupon he flew into a
towering passion, abusing his unfortunate groom by every opprobrious
epithet blind fury could suggest, ordering him, as he valued whole
bones, to vacate the stable instantly, and never dare to set foot on
his premises again as he valued his life, an order which the man meekly
accepted and immediately disobeyed, muttered to himself:
Humph! If we took ole marse at his word, there'd never be man or
'oman left on the 'state, knowing full well that his tempestuous old
master would probably forget all about it, as soon as he got
comfortably seated at the supper table of Hurricane Hall, toward which
the old man now trotted off.
Not a word did Major Warfield say at supper in regard to the new
inmate of the Hidden House, for he had particular reasons for keeping
Cap in ignorance of a neighbor, lest she should insist upon exchanging
visits and being sociable.
But it was destined that Capitola should not remain a day in
ignorance of the interesting fact.
That night, when she retired to her chamber, Pitapat lingered
behind, but presently appeared at her young mistress's room door with a
large waiter on her head, laden with meat, pastry, jelly and fruit,
which she brought in and placed upon the work stand.
Why, what on the face of earth do you mean by bringing all that
load of victuals into my room to-night? Do you think I am an ostrich or
a cormorant, or that I am going to entertain a party of friends? asked
Capitola, in astonishment, turning from the wash stand, where she stood
bathing her face.
'Deed I dunno, Miss, whedder you'se an ostrizant or not, but I
knows I don't 'tend for to be 'bused any more 'bout wittels, arter
findin' out how cross empty people can be! Dar dey is! You can eat um
or leab um alone, Miss Caterpillar! said little Pitapat, firmly.
Capitola laughed. Patty she said, you are worthy to be called my
And Lors knows, Miss Caterpillar, if it was de wittels you was
a-frettin' arter, you ought to a-told me before! Lors knows dere's
Yes, I'm much obliged to you, Patty, but now I am not hungry, and I
do not like the smell of food in my bedroom, so take the waiter out and
set it on the passage table until morning.
Patty obeyed, and came back smiling and saying:
Miss Caterpillar, has you hern de news?
What news, Pat?
How us has got a new neighbora bootiful young galas bootiful as
a picter in a gilt-edged Christmas bookwid a snowy skin, and sky-blue
eyes and glistenin' goldy hair, like the princess you was a readin' me
about, all in deep mournin' and a weepin' and a weepin' all alone down
there in that wicked, lonesome, onlawful ole haunted place, the Hidden
House, along of old Colonel Le Noir and old Dorkey Knight, and the
ghost as draws people's curtains of a night, just for all de worl' like
dat same princess in de ogre's castle!
What on earth is all this rigmarole about? Are you dreaming or
I'm a-telling on you de bressed trufe! Dere's a young lady a-livin
at de Hidden House!
Eh? Is that really true, Patty?
True as preaching, miss.
Then, I am very glad of it! I shall certainly ride over and call on
the stranger, said Capitola, gaily.
Oh, Miss Cap! Oh, miss, don't you do no sich thing! Ole Marse kill
me! I heerd him t'reaten all de men and maids how if dey telled you
anything 'bout de new neighbor, how he'd skin dem alive!
Won't he skin you? asked Cap.
No, miss, not 'less you 'form ag'in me, 'case he didn't tell me not
to tell you, 'case you see he didn't think how I knowed! But,
leastways, I know from what I heard, ole marse wouldn't have you to
know nothin' about it, no, not for de whole worl'.
He does not want me to call at the Hidden House! That's it! Now why
doesn't he wish me to call there? I shall have to go in order to find
out, and so I will, thought Cap.
CHAPTER III. CAP'S VISIT TO THE
And such a night she took the road in
As ne'er poor sinner was abroad in.
The wind blew as 'twad blawn its last
The rattling showers rose on the blast;
The speedy gleams the darkness swallowed;
Loud, deep and long the thunder bellowed;
That night a child might understand
The de'il had business on his hand.
A week passed before Capitola carried her resolution of calling upon
the inmate of the Hidden House into effect. It was in fact a hot, dry,
oppressive season, the last few days of August, when all people, even
the restless Capitola, preferred the coolness and repose of indoors.
But that she should stay at home more than a week was a moral and
physical impossibility. So on Thursday afternoon, when Major Warfield
set out on horseback to visit his mill, Capitola ordered her horse
saddled and brought up that she might take an afternoon's ride.
Now please, my dear child, don't go far, said Mrs. Condiment, for
besides that your uncle does not approve of your riding alone, you must
hurry back to avoid the storm.
Storm, Mrs. Condiment, why bless your dear old heart, there has not
been a storm these four weeks! said Capitola, almost indignant that
such an absurd objection to a long ride should be raised.
The more reason, my child, that we should have a very severe one
when it does come, and I think it will be upon us before sunset; so I
advise you to hurry home.
Why, Mrs. Condiment, there's not a cloud in the sky.
So much the worse, my dear! The blackest cloud that ever gathered
is not so ominous of mischief as this dull, coppery sky and still
atmosphere! And if forty years' observation of weather signs goes for
anything, I tell you that we are going to have the awfulest storm that
ever gathered in the heavens! Why, look out of that windowthe very
birds and beasts know it, and instinctively seek shelterlook at that
flock of crows flying home! See how the dumb beasts come trooping
toward their sheds! Capitola, you had better give up going altogether,
There! I thought all this talk tended to keeping me within doors,
but I can't stay, Mrs. Condiment! Good Mrs. Condiment, I can't!
But, my dear, if you should be caught out in the storm!
Why, I don't know but I should like it! What harm could it do? I'm
not soluble in waterrain won't melt me away! I think upon the whole I
rather prefer being caught in the storm, said Cap, perversely.
Well, well, there is no need of that! You may ride as far as the
river's bank and back again in time to escape, if you choose! said
Mrs. Condiment, who saw that her troublesome charge was bent upon the
And Cap, seeing her horse approach, led by one of the grooms, ran
up-stairs, donned her riding habit, hat and gloves, ran down again,
sprang into her saddle and was off, galloping away toward the river
before Mrs. Condiment could add another word of warning.
She had been gone about an hour, when the sky suddenly darkened, the
wind rose and the thunder rolled in prelude to the storm.
Major Warfield came skurrying home from the mill, grasping his
bridle with one hand and holding his hat on with the other.
Meeting poor old Ezy in the shrubbery, he stormed out upon him with:
What are you lounging there for, you old idiot! You old sky-gazing
lunatic! Don't you see that we are going to have an awful blow! Begone
with you and see that the cattle are all under shelter! Off, I say,
or, he rode toward Bill Ezy, but the old man, exclaiming:
Yes, siryes, sir! In coorse, sir! ducked his head and ran off in
Major Warfield quickened his horse's steps and rode to the house,
dismounted and threw the reins to the stable boy, exclaiming:
My beast is dripping with perspirationrub him down well, you
knave, or I'll impale you!
Striding into the hall, he threw down his riding whip, pulled off
his gloves and called:
Wool! Wool, you scoundrel, close every door and window in the
house! Call all the servants together in the dining-room; we're going
to have one of the worst tempests that ever raised!
Wool flew to do his bidding.
Mrs. Condiment, mum, said the old man, striding into the
sitting-room, Mrs. Condiment, mum, tell Miss Black to come down from
her room until the storm is over; the upper chambers of this old house
are not safe in a tempest. Well, mum, why don't you go, or send
Major Warfield, sir, I'm very sorry, but Miss Black has not come in
yet, said Mrs. Condiment, who for the last half hour had suffered
extreme anxiety upon account of Capitola.
Not come in yet! Demmy, mum! Do you tell me she has gone out?
cried Old Hurricane, in a voice of thunder, gathering his brows into a
dark frown, and striking his cane angrily upon the floor.
Yes, sir, I am sorry to say she rode out about an hour ago and has
not returned, said Mrs. Condiment, summoning all her firmness to meet
Old Hurricane's 'roused wrath.
Ma'am! You venture to stand there before my face and tell me
composedly that you permitted Miss Black to go off alone in the face of
such a storm as this? roared Old Hurricane.
Sir, I could not help it! said the old lady.
Demmy, mum! You should have helped it! A woman of your age to stand
there and tell me that she could not prevent a young creature like
Capitola from going out alone in the storm!
Major Warfield, could you have done it?
Me? Demmy, I should think so; but that is not the question!
He was interrupted by a blinding flash of lightning, followed
immediately by an awful peal of thunder and a sudden fall of rain.
Old Hurricane sprang up as though he had been shot off his chair and
trotted up and down the floor exclaiming:
And sheshe out in all this storm! Mrs. Condiment, mum, you
deserve to be ducked! Yes, mum, you do! Wool! Wool! you diabolical
Yes, marse, yes, sir, here I is! exclaimed that officer, in
trepidation, as he appeared in the doorway. De windows and doors, sir,
is all fastened close and de maids are all in the dining-room as you
Hang the maids and the doors and windows, too! Who the demon cares
about them? How dared you, you knave, permit your young mistress to
ride, unattended, in the face of such a storm, too! Why didn't you go
with her, sir?
Don't ''deed marse' me you atrocious villain! Saddle a horse
quickly, inquire which road your mistress took and follow and attend
her home safelyafter which I intend to break every bone in your skin,
Again he was interrupted by a dazzling flash of lightning,
accompanied by a deafening roll of thunder, and followed by a flood of
Wool stood appalled at the prospect of turning out in such a storm
upon such a fruitless errand.
Oh, you may stare and roll up your eyes, but I mean it, you varlet!
So be off with you! Go! I don't care if you should be drowned in the
rain, or blown off the horse, or struck by lightning. I hope you may
be, you knave, and I shall be rid of one villain! Off, you varlet,
or Old Hurricane lifted a bronze statuette to hurl at Wool's
delinquent head, but that functionary dodged and ran out in time to
escape a blow that might have put a period to his mortal career.
But let no one suppose that honest Wool took the road that night! He
simply ran down-stairs and hid himself comfortably in the lowest
regions of the house, there to tarry until the storms, social and
atmospheric, should be over.
Meanwhile the night deepened, the storm raged without and Old
Hurricane raged within!
The lightning flashed, blaze upon blaze, with blinding glare! The
thunder broke, crash upon crash, with deafening roar! The wind
gathering all its force cannonaded the old walls as though it would
batter down the house! The rain fell in floods! In the midst of all the
Demon's Run, swollen to a torrent, was heard like the voice of a
roaring lion, seeking whom he might devour!
Old Hurricane strode up and down the floor, groaning, swearing,
threatening, and at every fresh blast of the storm without, breaking
forth into fury!
Mrs. Condiment sat crouched in a corner, praying fervently every
time the lightning blazed into the room, longing to go and join the men
and maids in the next apartment, yet fearful to stir from her seat lest
she should attract Old Hurricane's attention, and draw down upon
herself the more terrible thunder and lightning of his wrath. But to
escape Old Hurricane's violence was not in the power of mortal man or
woman. Soon her very stillness exasperated him and he broke forth upon
Mrs. Condiment, mum, I don't know how you can bear to sit there so
quietly and listen to this storm, knowing that the poor child is
exposed to it?
Major Warfield, would it do any good for me to jump up and trot up
and down the floor and go on as you do, even supposing I had the
strength? inquired the meek old lady, thoroughly provoked at his
I'd like to see you show a little more feeling! You are a perfect
barbarian! Oh, Cap! my darling, where are you now? Heavens! what a
blast was that! Enough to shake the house about our ears! I wish it
would! blamed if I don't!
Oh, Major! Major! don't say such awful things, nor make such awful
wishes! said the appalled old ladyyou don't know what you might
bring down upon us!
No, nor care! If the old house should tumble in, it would bury
under its ruins a precious lot of good-for-nothing people, unfit to
live! Heavens! what a flash of lightning! Oh, Cap, Cap, my darling,
where are you in this storm? Mrs. Condiment, mum! if any harm comes to
Capitola this night, I'll have you indicted for manslaughter!
Major Warfield, if it is all on Miss Black's account that you are
raving and raging so, I think it is quite vain of you! for any young
woman caught out in a storm would know enough to get into shelter;
especially would Miss Black, who is a young lady of great courage and
presence of mind, as we know. She has surely gone into some house, to
remain until the storm is over, said Mrs. Condiment, soothingly.
This speech, so well intended, exasperated Old Hurricane more than
all the rest; stopping and striking his cane upon the floor, he roared
Hang it, mum! hold your foolish old tongue! You know nothing about
it! Capitola is exposed to more serious dangers than the elements!
Perils of all sorts surround her! She should never, rain or shine, go
out alone! Oh, the little villain! the little wretch! the little demon!
if ever I get her safe in this house again, won't I lock her up and
keep her on bread and water until she learns to behave herself!
Here again a blinding flash of lightning, a deafening peal of
thunder, a terrific blast of wind and flood of rain suddenly arrested
Oh, my Cap! my dear Cap! I needn't threaten you! I shall never have
the chance to be cruel to you againnever! You'll perish in this
terrible storm and thenand then my tough old heart will break! It
willit will, Cap! But demmy, before it does, I'll break the necks of
every man and woman, in this house, old and young! Hear it, heaven and
earth, for I'll do it!
All things must have an end. So, as the hours passed on, the storm
having spent all its fury, gradually grumbled itself into silence.
Old Hurricane also raged himself into a state of exhaustion so
complete that when the midnight hour struck he could only drop into a
chair and murmur:
Twelve o'clock and no news of her yet!
And then unwillingly he went to bed, attended by Mrs. Condiment and
Pitapat instead of Wool, who was supposed to be out in search of
Capitola, but who was, in fact, fast asleep on the floor of a dry
Meanwhile, where did this midnight hour find Capitola?
CHAPTER IV. THE HIDDEN HOLLOW.
On every side the aspect was the same,
All ruined, desolate, forlorn and savage,
No hand or foot within the precinct came
To rectify or ravage!
Here Echo never mocked the human tongue;
Some weighty crime that Heaven could not pardon.
A secret curse on that old Building hung
And its deserted garden!
Hood's Haunted House.
Cap was a bit of a Don Quixote! The stirring incidents of the last
few months had spoiled her; the monotony of the last few weeks had
bored her; and now she had just rode out in quest of adventures.
The Old Hidden House, with its mysterious traditions, its gloomy
surroundings and its haunted reputation, had always possessed a
powerful attraction for one of Cap's adventurous spirit. To seek and
gaze upon the somber house, of which, and of whose inmates, such
terrible stories had been told or hinted, had always been a secret
desire and purpose of Capitola.
And now the presence there of a beautiful girl near her own age was
the one last item that tipped the balance, making the temptation to
ride thither outweigh every other consideration of duty, prudence and
safety. And having once started on the adventure, Cap felt the
attraction drawing her toward the frightful hollow of the Hidden House
growing stronger with every step taken thitherward.
She reached the banks of the Demon's Run, and took the left-hand
road down the stream until she reached the left point of the Horse-Shoe
Mountain, and then going up around the point, she kept close under the
back of the range until she had got immediately in the rear of the
round bend of the Horse Shoe, behind Hurricane Hall.
Well, said Cap, as she drew rein here, and looked up at the lofty
ascent of gray rocks that concealed Hurricane Hall, to have had to
come such a circuit around the outside of the 'Horse Shoe,' to find
myself just at the back of our old house, and no farther from home than
this! There's as many doubles and twists in these mountains as there
are in a lawyer's discourse! There, Gyp, you needn't turn back again
and pull at the bridle, to tell me that there is a storm coming up and
that you want to go home! I have no more respect for your opinion than
I have for Mrs. Condiment's. Besides, you carry a damsel-errant in
quest of adventures, Gyp, and so you must on, Gypyou must on! said
Capitola, forcibly pulling her horse's head around, and then taking a
survey of the downward path.
It was a scene fascinating from its very excess of gloom and terror!
It was a valley so deep and dark as to merit the name of the hollow,
or hole, but for its great extent and its thick growth of forest,
through which spectral-looking rocks gleamed, and moaning waters could
be heard but not seen.
Now, somewhere in that thick forest in the bottom of that vale,
stands the housewell called the Hidden House, since not a chimney of
it can be seen even from this commanding height! But I suppose this
path that leads down into the valley may conduct me to the building!
Come along, Gyp! You needn't turn up your head and pull at the bit!
You've got to go! I am bound this night to see the outside of the
Hidden House, and the window of the haunted chamber at the very least!
said Cap, throwing her eyes up defiantly toward the darkening sky, and
putting whip to her unwilling horse.
As the path wound down into the valley the woods were found deeper,
thicker and darker. It occupied all Cap's faculties to push her way
through the overhanging and interlacing branches of the trees.
Good gracious, she said, as she used her left arm rather
vigorously to push aside the obstructions to her path, one would think
this were the enchanted forest containing the castle of the sleeping
beauty, and I was the knight destined to deliver her! I'm sure it
wouldn't have been more difficult.
Still deeper fell the path, thicker grew the forest and darker the
Gyp, I'm under the impression that we shall have to turn back yet!
said Cap, dolefully stopping in the midst of a thicket so dense that it
completely blockaded her farther progress in the same direction. Just
as she came to this very disagreeable conclusion she spied an opening
on her left, from which a bridle-path struck out. With an exclamation
of joy she immediately turned her horse's head and struck into it. This
path was very rocky, but in some degree clearer than the other, and she
went on quickly, singing to herself, until gradually her voice began to
be lost in the sound of many rushing waters.
It must be the Devil's Punch Bowl! I am approaching! she said to
herself, as she went on.
She was right. The roaring of the waters grew deafening and the path
became so rugged with jagged and irregularly piled rocks, that Cap
could scarcely keep her horse upon his feet in climbing over them. And
suddenly, when she least looked for it, the great natural
curiositythe Devil's Punch Bowlburst upon her view!
It was an awful abyss, scooped out as it were from the very bowels
of the earth, with its steep sides rent open in dreadful chasms, and
far down in its fearful depths a boiling whirlpool of black waters.
Urging her reluctant steed through a thicket of stunted thorns and
over a chaos of shattered rocks, Capitola approached as near as she
safely could to the brink of this awful pit. So absorbed was she in
gazing upon this terrible phenomenon of natural scenery that she had
not noticed, in the thicket on her right, a low hut that, with its
brown-green moldering colors, fell so naturally in with the hue of the
surrounding scenery as easily to escape observation. She did not even
observe that the sky was entirely overcast, and the thunder was
muttering in the distance. She was aroused from her profound reverie by
a voice near her asking:
Who are you, that dares to come without a guide to the Devil's
Capitola looked around and came nearer screaming than she ever had
been in her life, upon seeing the apparition that stood before her. Was
it man, woman, beast or demon? She could not tell! It was a very tall,
spare form, with a black cloth petticoat tied around the waist, a blue
coat buttoned over the breast, and a black felt hat tied down with a
red handkerchief, shading the darkest old face she had ever seen in her
Who are you, I say, who comes to the Devil's Punch Bowl without
leave or license? repeated the frightful creature, shifting her cane
from one hand to the other.
I? I am Capitola Black, from Hurricane Hall; but who, in the name
of all the fates and furies, are you? inquired Capitola, who, in
getting over the shock, had recovered her courage.
I am Harriet the Seeress of Hidden Hollow! replied the apparition,
in a melodramatic manner that would not have discredited the queen of
tragedy herself. You have heard of me?
Yes, but I always heard you called Old Hat, the Witch, said Cap.
The world is profanegive me your hand! said the beldame,
reaching out her own to take that of Capitola.
Stop! Is your hand clean? It looks very black!
Cleaner than yours will be when it is stained with blood, young
Tut! If you insist on telling my fortune, tell me a pleasant one,
and I will pay you double, laughed Capitola.
The fates are not to be mocked. Your destiny will be that which the
stars decree. To prove to you that I know this, I tell you that you are
not what you have been!
You've hit it this time, old lady, for I was a baby once and now I
am a young girl! said Cap, laughing.
You will not continue to be that which you are now! pursued the
hag, still attentively reading the lines of her subject's hand.
Right again; for if I live long enough I shall be an old woman.
You bear a name that you will not bear long!
I think that quite a safe prophecy, as I haven't the most distant
idea of being an old maid!
This little hand of yoursthis dainty woman's handwill bered
Now, do you know, I don't doubt that either? I believe it
altogether probable that I shall have to cook my husband's dinner and
kill the chickens for his soup!
Girl, beware! You deride the holy starsand already they are
adverse to you! said the hag, with a threatening glare.
Ha, ha, ha! I love the beautiful stars but did not fear them! I
fear only Him who made the stars!
Poor butterfly, listen and beware! You are destined to imbrue that
little hand in the life current of one who loves you the most of all on
earth! You are destined to rise by the destruction of one who would
shed his heart's best blood for you! said the beldame, in an awful
Capitola's eyes flashed! She advanced her horse a step or two nearer
the witch and raised her riding whip, saying:
I protest! If you were only a man I should lay this lash over your
wicked shoulders until my arms ached! How dare you? Faith, I don't
wonder that in the honest old times such pests as you were cooled in
the ducking pond! Good gracious, that must have made a hissing and
spluttering in the water, though!
Blasphemer, pay me and begone!
Pay you? I tell you I would if you were only a man; but it would be
sinful to pay a wretched old witch in the only way you deserve to be
paid! said Cap, flourishing her riding whip before a creature tall
enough and strong enough to have doubled up her slight form together
and hurled it into the abyss.
Gold! gold! said the hag curtly, holding out black and talon-like
fingers, which she worked convulsively.
Gold! gold, indeed! for such a wicked fortune! Not a penny! said
Ho! you're stingy; you do not like to part with the yellow demon
that has bought the souls of all your house!
Don't I? You shall see! There! If you want gold, go fish it from
the depth of the whirlpool, said Cap, taking her purse and casting it
over the precipice.
This exasperated the crone to frenzy.
Away! Begone! she cried, shaking her long arm at the girl. Away!
Begone! The fate pursues you! The badge of blood is stamped upon your
'Feefawfum' said Cap.
Scorner! Beware! The curse of the crimson hand is upon you!
'I smell the blood of an Englishman'continued Cap.
Derider of the fates, you are foredoomed to crime!
'Be he alive or be he dead, I'll have his brains to butter my
bread!' concluded Cap.
Be silent! shrieked the beldame.
I won't! said Cap. Because you see, if we are in for the
horrible, I can beat you hollow at that!
'Avaunt! and quit my sight!
Let the earth hide thee!
Thy bones are marrowless! Thy blood is cold!
Thou hast no speculation in those eyes
Which thou dost glare with?'
Begone! You're doomed! doomed! doomed! shrieked the witch,
retreating into her hut.
Cap laughed and stroked the neck of her horse, saying:
Gyp, my son, that was old Nick's wife, who was with us just this
instant, and now, indeed, Gyp, if we are to see the Hidden House this
afternoon, we must get on!
And so saying she followed the path that wound half-way around the
Punch Bowl and then along the side of a little mountain torrent called
the Spout, which, rising in an opposite mountain, leaped from rock to
rock, with many a sinuous turn, as it wound through the thicket that
immediately surrounded the Hidden House until it finally jetted through
a subterranean channel into the Devil's Punch Bowl.
Capitola was now, unconsciously, upon the very spot, where,
seventeen years before, the old nurse had been forcibly stopped and
compelled to attend the unknown lady.
As Capitola pursued the path that wound lower and lower into the
dark valley the gloom of the thicket deepened. Her thoughts ran on all
the horrible traditions connected with the Hidden House and Hollowthe
murder and robbery of the poor peddlerthe mysterious assassination of
Eugene Le Noir; the sudden disappearance of his youthful widow; the
strange sights and sounds reported to be heard and seen about the
mansion; the spectral light at the upper gable window; the white form
seen flitting through the chamber; the pale lady that in the dead of
night drew the curtains of a guest that once had slept there; and above
all Capitola thought of the beautiful, strange girl, who was now an
inmate of that sinful and accursed house! And while these thoughts
absorbed her mind, suddenly, in a turning of the path, she came full
upon the gloomy building.
CHAPTER V. THE HIDDEN HOUSE.
The very stains and fractures on the wall
Assuming features solemn and terrific,
Hinted some tragedy of that old hall
Locked up in hieroglyphic!
Prophetic hints that filled the soul with dread;
But to one gloomy window pointing mostly,
The while some secret inspiration said,
That chamber is the ghostly!
The Hidden House was a large, irregular edifice of dark red
sandstone with its walls covered closely with the clinging ivy, that
had been clipped away only from a few of the doors and windows, and its
roof over-shadowed by the top branches of gigantic oaks and elms that
clustered around and nearly concealed the building.
It might have been a long-forsaken house, for any sign of human
habitation that was to be seen about it. All was silent, solitary and
As Capitola drew up her horse to gaze upon its somber walls she
wondered which was the window at which the spectral light and ghostly
face had been seen. She soon believed that she had found it.
At the highest point of the building, immediately under the sharp
angle of the roof, in the gable and nearest to view, was a solitary
window. The ivy that clung tightly to the stone, covering every portion
of the wall at this end, was clipped away from that high placed, dark
and lonely window by which Capitola's eyes were strangely fascinated.
While thus she gazed in wonder, interest and curiosity, though
without the least degree of superstitious dread, a vision flashed upon
her sight that sent the blood from her ruddy cheek to her brave heart,
and shook the foundations of her unbelief!
For while she gazed, suddenly that dark window was illumed by a
strange, unearthly light that streamed forth into the gloomy evening
air, and touched with blue flame the quivering leaves of every tree in
its brilliant line! In the midst of this lighted window appeared a
white female face wild with woe! And then the face suddenly vanished
and the light was swallowed up in darkness!
Capitola remained transfixed!
Great heaven! she thought, can these things really be! Have the
ghostly traditions of this world truth in them at last? When I heard
this story of the haunted window I thought some one had surely imagined
or invented it! Now I have seen for myself; but if I were to tell what
I have seen not one in a hundred would believe me!
While these startling thoughts disturbed her usual well-balanced
mind, a vivid flash of lightning, accompanied by a tremendous peal of
thunder and a heavy fall of rain, roused her into renewed activity.
Gyp, my boy, the storm is upon us sure enough! We shall catch it
all around, get well drowned, beaten and buffeted here and well abused
when we get home! Meantime, Gyp, which is the worst, the full fury of
the tempest or the mysterious terrors of the Haunted House!
Another blinding flash of lightning, a stunning crash of thunder, a
flood of rain and tornado of wind decided her.
We'll take the Haunted House, Gyp, my friend! That spectral lady of
the lighted window looked rather in sorrow than in anger, and who knows
but the ghosts may be hospitable? So gee up, Dobbin! said Capitola,
and, urging her horse with one hand and holding on her cap with the
other, she went on against wind and rain until she reached the front of
the old house.
Not a creature was to be seen; every door and window was closely
shut. Dismounting, Capitola led her horse under the shelter of a
thickly leaved oak tree, secured him, and then holding up her saturated
skirt with one hand and holding on her cap with the other, she went up
some moldering stone steps to an old stone portico and, seizing the
heavy iron knocker of a great black oak double door, she knocked loudly
enough to awaken all the mountain echoes.
She waited a few minutes for an answer, but receiving none, she
knocked again, more loudly than before. Still there was no reply. And
growing impatient, she seized the knocker with both hands and exerting
all her strength, made the welkin ring again!
This brought a response. The door was unlocked and angrily jerked
open by a short, squarely formed, beetle-browed, stern-looking woman,
clothed in a black stuff gown and having a stiff muslin cap upon her
Who are you? What do you want here? harshly demanded this woman,
whom Capitola instinctively recognized as Dorkey Knight, the morose
housekeeper of the Hidden House.
Who am I? What do I want? Old Nick fly away with you! It's plain
enough to be seen who I am and what I want. I am a young woman caught
out in the storm and I want shelter! said Cap, indignantly. And her
words were endorsed by a terrific burst of the tempest in lightning,
thunder, wind and rain!
Come in then and when you ask favors learn to keep a civil tongue
in your head! said the woman sternly, taking the guest by the hand and
pulling her in and shutting and locking the door.
Favors! Plague on you for a bearess! I asked no favor! Every
storm-beaten traveler has a right to shelter under the first roof that
offers, and none but a curmudgeon would think of calling it a favor!
And as for keeping a civil tongue in my head, I'll do it when you set
me the example! said Cap.
Who are you? again demanded the woman.
Oh, I see you are no Arabian in your notions of hospitality! Those
pagans entertain a guest without asking him a single question; and
though he were their bitterest foe, they consider him while he rests
beneath their tent sacred from intrusion.
That's because they were pagans! said Dorkey. But as I am a
Christian, I'd thank you to let me know who it is that I have received
under this roof.
My name, said our heroine, impatiently, is Capitola Black! I live
with my uncle, Major Warfield, at Hurricane Hall! And now, I should
thank your ladyship to send some one to put away my horse, while you
yourself accommodate me with dry clothes.
While our saucy little heroine spoke the whole aspect of the
dark-browed woman changed.
CapitolaCapitola, she muttered, gazing earnestly upon the face
of the unwelcome guest.
Yes, Capitola! That is my name! You never heard anything against
it, did you?
For all answer the woman seized her hand, and while the lightning
flashed and the thunder rolled, and the wind and rain beat down, she
drew her the whole length of the hall before a back window that
overlooked the neglected garden, and, regardless of the electric fluid
that incessantly blazed upon them, she held her there and scrutinized
Well, I like this! Upon my word, I do! said Cap, composedly.
Without replying, the strange woman seized her right hand, forcibly
opened it, gazed upon the palm and then, flinging it back with a
Capitola, what brought you under this roof? Away! Begone! Mount
your horse and fly while there is yet time!
What! expose myself again to the storm? I won't, and that's flat!
Girl! girl! there are worse dangers in the world than any to be
feared from thunder, lightning, rain or wind!
Very well, then, when I meet them it will be time enough to deal
with them! Meanwhile the stormy night and my soaked clothing are very
palpable evils, and as I see no good end to be gained by my longer
enduring them, I will just beg you to stop soothsaying(as I have had
enough of that from another old witch)and be as good as to permit me
to change my clothes!
It is madness! You shall not stay here! cried the woman, in a
And I tell you I will! You are not the head of the family, and I do
not intend to be turned out by you!
While she spoke a servant crossed the hall and the woman, whisking
Capitola around until her back was turned and her face concealed, went
to speak to the newcomer.
When will your master be here? Capitola heard her inquire.
Not to-night; he saw the storm rising and did not wish to expose
himself. He sent me on to say that he would not be here until morning.
I was caught, as you see! I am dripping wet, replied the man.
Go, change your clothes at once then, Davy.
Who is that stranger? asked the man, pointing to Capitola.
Some young woman of the neighborhood, who has been caught out in
the tempest. But you had better go and change your clothes than to
stand here gossiping, said the woman, harshly.
I say, said the man, the young woman is a God-send to Miss Clara;
nobody has been to see her yet; nobody ever visits this house unless
they are driven to it. I don't wonder the colonel and our young master
pass as much as ten months in the year away from home, spending all the
summer at the watering places, and all the winter in New York or
Hold your tongue! What right have you to complain? You always
attend them in their travels!
True, but you see for this last season they have both been staying
here, old master to watch the heiress, young master to court her, and
as I have no interest in that game, I find the time hangs heavy on my
hands, complained the man.
It will hang heavier if you take a long fit of illness by standing
in wet clothes, muttered the woman.
Why, so 'twill, missus! So here goes, assented the man, hurrying
across the hall and passing out through the door opposite that by which
Dorcas returned to her guest.
Eying her closely for a while, she at length inquired:
Capitola, how long have you lived at Hurricane Hall?
So long, replied Cap, that you must have heard of me! I, at
least, have often heard of Mother Dorkey Knight.
And heard no good of her!
Well, noto be candid with you, I never did, said Cap.
And much harm of her? continued the woman, keeping her stern black
eyes fixed upon those of her guest.
Well, yessince you ask me, I have heard pretty considerable
harm! answered Cap, nothing daunted.
Where did you live before you came to Hurricane Hall? asked
Where I learned to fear God, to speak the truth and to shame the
devil! replied Cap.
And to force yourself into people's houses against their will!
There you are again! I tell you that when I learn from the head of
this household that I am unwelcome, then I will retreat, and not until
then! And now I demand to be presented to the master.
To Colonel Le Noir?
I cannot curse you with 'the curse of a granted prayer!' Colonel Le
Noir is away.
Why do you talk so strangely? inquired Capitola.
It is my whim. Perhaps my head is light.
I should think it was, excessively so! Wellas the master of the
house is away, be good enough to present me to the mistress?
What mistress? There is no mistress here! replied Dorcas, looking
around in strange trepidation.
I mean the young lady, Colonel Le Noir's ward. In lieu of any other
lady, she, I suppose, may be considered the mistress of the house!
Humph! Well, young girl, as you are fully resolved to stand your
ground. I suppose there is nothing to do but to put up with you! said
And put up my horse, added Cap.
He shall be taken care of! But mind, you must depart early in the
morning! said Dorcas, sternly.
Once more, and for the last, Mother Cerberus, I assure you I do not
acknowledge your authority to dismiss me! retorted Capitola. So show
me to the presence of your mistress!
Perverse, like all the rest! Follow me! said the housekeeper,
leading the way from the hall toward a back parlor.
CHAPTER VI. THE INMATE OF THE HIDDEN
There is a light around her brow,
A holiness in those dark eyes,
That show, though wandering earthward now,
Her spirit's home is in the skies.
Pushing open the door, Dorcas Knight exclaimed:
Here is a young lady, Miss Black, from Hurricane Hall, come to see
you, Miss Day.
And having made this announcement, the woman retired and shut the
door behind her.
And Capitola found herself in a large, dark, gloomy, wainscoted
room, whose tall, narrow windows afforded but little light, and whose
immense fireplace and blackened furniture seemed to belong to a past
The only occupant of this somber apartment was a young girl, seated
in pensive thought beside the central table. She was clothed in deep
mourning, which only served to throw into fairer relief the beauty of
her pearly skin, golden hair and violet eyes.
The vision of her mourning robes and melancholy beauty so deeply
impressed Capitola that, almost for the first time in her life, she
hesitated from a feeling of diffidence, and said gently:
Indeed, I fear that this is an unwarranted intrusion on my part,
You are very welcome, replied the sweetest voice Capitola had ever
heard, as the young girl arose and advanced to meet her. But you have
been exposed to the storm. Please come into my room and change your
clothes, continued the young hostess, as she took Cap's hand and led
her into an adjoining room.
The storm was still raging, but these apartments being in the
central portion of the strong old house, were but little exposed to the
sight or sound of its fury.
There was a lamp burning upon the mantelpiece, by the light of which
the young girl furnished her visitor with dry clothing and assisted her
to change, saying as she did so:
I think we are about the same size, and that my clothes will fit
you; but I will not offer you mourning habilimentsyou shall have this
I am very sorry to see you in mourning, said Capitola, earnestly.
It is for my father, replied Clara, very softly.
As they spoke the eyes of the two young girls met. They were both
good physiognomists and intuitive judges of character. Consequently in
the full meeting of their eyes they read, understood and appreciated
The pure, grave, and gentle expression of Clara's countenance
touched the heart of Capitola.
The bright, frank, honest face of Cap recommended her to Clara.
The very opposite traits of their equally truthful characters
attracted them to each other.
Clara conducted her guest back into the wainscoted parlor, where a
cheerful fire had been kindled to correct the dampness of the air. And
here they sat down unmindful of the storm that came much subdued
through the thickness of the walls. And, as young creatures, however
tried and sorrowful, will do, they entered into a friendly chat. And
before an hour had passed Capitola thought herself well repaid for her
sufferings from the storm and the rebuff, in having formed the
acquaintance of Clara Day.
She resolved, let Old Hurricane rage as he might, henceforth she
would be a frequent visitor to the Hidden House.
And Clara, for her part, felt that in Capitola she had found a
frank, spirited, faithful neighbor who might become an estimable
While they were thus growing into each other's favor, the door
opened and admitted a gentleman of tall and thin figure and white and
emaciated face, shaded by a luxuriant growth of glossy black hair and
beard. He could not have been more than twenty-six, but, prematurely
broken by vice, he seemed forty years of age. He advanced bowing toward
the young women.
As Capitola's eyes fell upon this newcomer it required all her
presence of mind and powers of self-control to prevent her from staring
or otherwise betraying herselffor in this stranger she recognized the
very man who had stopped her upon her night ride. She did, however,
succeed in banishing from her face every expression of consciousness.
And when Miss Day courteously presented him to her guest, saying
merely, My cousin, Mr. Craven Le Noir, Miss Black, Capitola arose and
curtsied as composedly as if she had never set eyes upon his face
He on his part evidently remembered her, and sent one stealthy, keen
and scrutinizing glance into her face; but, finding that imperturbable,
he bowed with stately politeness and seemed satisfied that she had not
identified him as her assailant.
Craven Le Noir drew his chair to the fire, seated himself and
entered into an easy conversation with Clara and her guest. Whenever he
addressed Clara there was a deference and tenderness in his tone and
glance that seemed very displeasing to the fair girl, who received all
these delicate attentions with coldness and reserve. These things did
not escape the notice of Capitola, who mentally concluded that Craven
Le Noir was a lover of Clara Day, but a most unacceptable lover.
When supper was announced it was evidently hailed by Clara as a
great relief. And after the meal was over she arose and excused herself
to her cousin by saying that her guest, Miss Black, had been exposed to
the storm and was doubtless very much fatigued and that she would show
her to her chamber.
Then, taking a night lamp, she invited Capitola to come and
conducted her to an old-fashioned upper chamber, where a cheerful fire
was burning on the hearth. Here the young girls sat down before the
fire and improved their acquaintance by an hour's conversation. After
which Clara arose, and saying, I sleep immediately below your room,
Miss Black; if you should want anything rap on the floor and I shall
hear you and get up, she wished her guest a good night's rest and
retired from the room.
Cap was disinclined to sleep; a strange superstitious feeling which
she could neither understand nor throw off had fallen upon her spirits.
She took the night lamp in her hand and got up to examine her
chamber. It was a large, dark, oak-paneled room, with a dark carpet on
the floor and dark-green curtains on the windows and the bedstead. Over
the mantelpiece hung the portrait of a most beautiful black-haired and
black-eyed girl of about fourteen years of age, but upon whose
infantile brow fell the shadow of some fearful woe. There was something
awful in the despair on that face so young that bound the gazer in an
irresistible and most painful spell. And Capitola remained standing
before it transfixed, until the striking of the hall clock aroused her
from her enchantment. Wondering who the young creature could have been,
what had been her history and, above all, what had been the nature of
that fearful woe that darkened like a curse her angel brow, Capitola
turned almost sorrowfully away and began to prepare for bed.
She undressed, put on the delicate nightclothes Clara had provided
for her use, said her evening prayers, looked under the beda
precaution taken ever since the night upon which she had discovered the
burglarsand, finding all right, she blew out her candle and lay down.
She could not sleepmany persons of nervous or mercurial temperaments
cannot do so the first night in a strange bed. Cap was very mercurial,
and the bed and room in which she lay were very strange; for the first
time since she had had a home to call her own she was unexpectedly
staying all night away from her friends, and without their having any
knowledge of her whereabouts. She was conjecturing, half in fear and
half in fun, how Old Hurricane was taking her escapade and what he
would say to her in the morning. She was wondering to find herself in
such an unforeseen position as that of a night guest in the mysterious
Hidden Housewondering whether this was the guest chamber in which the
ghost appeared to the officer and these were the very curtains that the
pale lady drew at night. While her thoughts were thus running over the
whole range of circumstances around her singular position, sleep
overtook Capitola and speculation was lost in brighter visions.
How long she had slept and dreamed she did not know, when something
gently awakened her. She opened her eyes calmlyto meet a vision that
brave as she was, nearly froze the blood in her warm veins.
Her chamber was illumined with an intense blue flame that lighted up
every portion of the apartment with a radiance bright as day, and in
the midst of this effulgence moved a figure clothed in whitea
beautiful, pale, spectral woman, whose large, motionless black eyes,
deeply set in her death-like face, and whose long unbound black hair,
fallen upon her white raiment, were the only marks of color about her
Paralyzed with wonder, Capitola watched this figure as it glided
about the chamber. The apparition approached the dressing-table, seemed
to take something thence, and then gliding toward the bed, to
Capitola's inexpressible horror, drew back the curtains and bent down
and gazed upon her! Capitola had no power to scream, to move or to
avert her gaze from those awful eyes that met her own, until at length,
as the spectral head bent lower, she felt the pressure of a pair of icy
lips upon her brow and closed her eyes!
When she opened them again the vision had departed and the room was
dark and quiet.
There was no more sleep for Capitola. She heard the clock strike
four, and was pleased to find that it was so near day. Still the time
seemed very long to her, who lay there wondering, conjecturing and
speculating on the strange adventure of the night.
When the sun arose she left her restless bed, bathed her excited
head and proceeded to dress herself. When she had finished her toilet,
with the exception of putting on her trinkets, she suddenly missed a
ring that she prized more than she did all her possessions put
togetherit was a plain gold band, bearing the inscription
Capitola-Eugene, and which she had been enjoined by her old nurse never
to part from but with life. She had, in her days of destitution
suffered the extremes of cold and hunger; had been upon the very brink
of death from starvation or freezing, but without ever dreaming of
sacrificing her ring. And now for the first time it was missing. While
she was still looking anxiously for the lost jewel the door opened and
Dorcas Knight entered the room, bearing on her arm Capitola's riding
dress, which had been well dried and ironed.
Miss Capitola, here is your habit; you had better put it on at
once, as I have ordered breakfast an hour sooner than usual, so that
you may have an early start.
Upon my word, you are very anxious to get rid of me, but not more
so than I am to depart, said Capitola, still pursuing her search.
Your friends, who do not know where you are, must be very uneasy
about you. But what are you looking for?
A ring, a plain gold circle, with my name and that of another
inscribed on it, and which I would not lose for the world. I hung it on
a pin in this pin-cushion last night before I went to bed. I would
swear I did, and now it is missing, answered Cap, still pursuing her
If you lost it in this room it will certainly be found, said
Dorcas Knight putting down the habit and helping in the search.
I am not so sure of that. There was some one in my room last
Some one in your room! exclaimed Dorcas in dismay.
Yes; a dark-haired woman, all dressed in white!
Dorcas Knight gave two or three angry grunts and then harshly
Nonsense! woman, indeed! there is no such woman about the house!
There are no females here except Miss Day, myself and younot even a
waiting-maid or cook.
Well, said Cap, if it was not a woman it was a ghost; for I was
wide awake, and I saw it with my own eyes!
Fudge! you've heard that foolish story of the haunted room, and you
have dreamed the whole thing!
I tell you I didn't! I saw it! Don't I know?
I say you dreamed it! There is no such living woman here; and as
for a ghost, that is all folly. And I must beg, Miss Black, that you
will not distress Miss Day by telling her this strange dream of yours.
She has never heard the ridiculous story of the haunted room, and, as
she lives here in solitude, I would not like her to hear of it.
Oh, I will say nothing to disquiet Miss Day; but it was no dream.
It was real, if there is any reality in this world.
There was no more said. They continued to look for the ring, but in
vain. Dorcas Knight, however, assured her guest that it should be found
and returned, and thatbreakfast waited. Whereupon Capitola went down
to the parlor, where she found Clara awaiting her presence to give her
a kindly greeting.
Mr. Le Noir never gets up until very late, and so we do not wait
for him, said Dorcas Knight, as she took her seat at the head of the
table and signed to the young girls to gather around it.
After breakfast Capitola, promising to come again soon, and inviting
Clara to return her visit, took leave of her entertainers and set out
Thank heaven! I have got her off in time and safety! muttered
Dorcas Knight, in triumph.
CHAPTER VII. CAP'S RETURN.
Must I give way and room for your rash choler?
Shall I be frighted when a madman stares?
Go show your slaves how choleric you are!
And make your bondsmen tremble! I'll not blench!
It happened that about sunrise that morning Wool awoke in the
cellar, and remembered that on the night previous his master had
commanded him to sally forth in the storm and seek his young mistress,
and had forbidden him, on pain of broken bones, to return without
bringing her safe. Therefore, what did the honest soul do but steal out
to the stables, saddle and mount a horse and ride back to the house
just as Mrs. Condiment had come out into the poultry yard to get eggs
Missus Compliment, ma'am, I'se been out all night in search of Miss
Caterpillar, without finding of her. Is she come back, ma'am?
Lor', no, indeed, Wool! I'm very anxious, and the major is taking
on dreadful! But I hope she is safe in some house. But, poor Wool, you
must have had a dreadful time out all night in the storm looking for
Awful! Missus Compliment, ma'am, awful! said Wool.
Indeed, I know you had, poor creature, come in and get some warm
breakfast, said the kind old lady.
I daren't, Missus Compliment. Old marse forbid me to show my face
to him until I fetch Miss Caterpillar home safe, said Wool, turning
his horse's head as if to go. In doing so he saw Capitola galloping
toward the house, and with an exclamation of joy pointed her out to the
old lady and rode on to meet her.
Oh, Miss Caterpillar, I'se so glad I've found you! I'se done been
out looking for you all night long! exclaimed Wool, as he met her.
Capitola pulled up her horse and surveyed the speaker with a comical
Been out all night looking for me! Well, I must say you seem in a
fine state of preservation for a man who has been exposed to the storm
all night. You have not a wet thread on you.
Lor', miss, it rained till one o'clock, and then the wind riz and
blowed till six and blowed me dry, said Wool, as he sprang off his
horse and helped his young mistress to alight.
Then, instead of taking the beasts to the stable, he tied them to
the tree and hurried into the house and upstairs to his master's room,
to apprise him of the return of the lost sheep, Capitola.
Old Hurricane was lying awake, tossing, groaning and grumbling with
On seeing Wool enter he deliberately raised up and seized a heavy
iron candlestick and held it ready to hurl at the head of that worthy,
whom he thus addressed:
Ah, you have come, you atrocious villain! You know the conditions.
If you have dared to show your face without bringing your young
Please, marse, I wur out looking for her all night.
Have you brought her? thundered Old Hurricane, rising up.
Please, marse, yes, sir; I done found her and brought her home
Send her up to me, said Old Hurricane, sinking back with a sigh of
Wool flew to do his bidding.
In five minutes Capitola entered her uncle's chamber.
Now, Old Hurricane had spent a night of almost intolerable anxiety
upon his favorite's account, bewailing her danger and praying for her
safety; but no sooner did he see her enter his chamber safe and sound
and smiling than indignation quite mastered him, and jumping out of his
bed in his nightgown, he made a dash straight at Capitola.
Now, had Capitola run there is little doubt but that, in the
blindness of his fury, he would have caught and beat her then and
there. But Cap saw him coming, drew up her tiny form, folded her arms
and looked him directly in the face.
This stopped him; but, like a mettlesome old horse suddenly pulled
up in full career, he stamped and reared and plunged with fury, and
foamed and spluttered and stuttered before he could get words out.
What do you mean, you vixen, by standing there and popping your
great eyes out at me? Are you going to bite, you tigress? What do you
mean by facing me at all? he roared, shaking his fist within an inch
of Capitola's little pug nose.
I am here because you sent for me, sir, was Cap's unanswerable
Here because I sent for you! humph! humph! humph! and come dancing
and smiling into my room as if you had not kept me awake all the
live-long nightyes, driven me within an inch of brain fever! Not that
I cared for you, you limb of Old Nick! not that I cared for you, except
to wish with all my heart and soul that something or other had happened
to you, you vagrant! Where did you spend the night, you lunatic?
At the old Hidden House, where I went to make a call on my new
neighbor, Miss Day, and where I was caught in the storm.
I wish to heaven you had been caught in a man-trap and had all your
limbs broken, youyouyouOh! ejaculated Old Hurricane, turning
short and trotting up and down the room. Presently he stopped before
Capitola and rapping his cane upon the floor, demanded:
Who did you see at that accursed place, youyouinfatuated
Miss Day, Mr. Le Noir, Mrs. Knight and a man servant, name
unknown, coolly replied Cap.
And the head demon, where was he?
Uncle, if by the 'head demon' you mean Old Nick, I think it quite
likely, from present appearances, that he passed the night at Hurricane
I meanColonel Le Noir! exclaimed Old Hurricane, as if the name
Oh! I understood that he had that day left home.
Umph! Oh! Ah! That accounts for it; that accounts for it, muttered
Old Hurricane to himself; then, seeing that Cap was wistfully regarding
his face and attending to his muttered phrases, he broke out upon her
Get out of thisthisthis He meant to say get out of this
house, but a sure instinct warned him that if he should speak thus
Capitola, unlike the other members of his household, would take him at
Get out of this room, you vagabond! he vociferated.
And Cap, with a curtsey and a kiss of her hand, danced away.
Old Hurricane stamped up and down the floor, gesticulating like a
demoniac and vociferating:
She'll get herself burked, kidnapped, murdered or what not! I'm
sure she will! I know it! I feel it! It's no use to order her not to
go; she will be sure to disobey, and go ten times as often for the very
reason that she was forbidden. What the demon shall I do? Wool! Wool!
you brimstone villain, come here! he roared, going to the bell-rope
and pulling it until he broke it down.
Wool ran in with his hair bristling, his teeth chattering and his
Come here to me, you varlet! Now, listen: You are to keep a sharp
look-out after your young mistress. Whenever she rides abroad you are
to mount a horse and ride after her, and keep your eyes open, for if
you once lose sight of her, you knave, do you know what I shall do to
Nno, marse, stammered Wool, pale with apprehension.
I should cut your eyelids off to improve your vision! Look to it,
sir, for I shall keep my word! And now come and help me to dress,
concluded Old Hurricane.
Wool, with chattering teeth, shaking knees and trembling fingers,
assisted his master in his morning toilet, meditating the while whether
it were not better to avoid impending dangers by running away.
And, in fact, between his master and his mistress, Wool had a hot
time of it. The weather, after the storm had cleared the atmosphere,
was delightful, and Cap rode out that very day. Poor Wool kept his
eyeballs metaphorically skinned, for fear they should be treated
literally soheld his eyes wide open, lest Old Hurricane should keep
his word and make it impossible for him ever to shut them.
When Cap stole out, mounted her horse and rode away, in five minutes
from the moment of starting she heard a horse's hoofs behind her, and
presently saw Wool gallop to her side.
At first Cap bore this good-humoredly enough, only saying:
Go home, Wool, I don't want you; I had much rather ride alone.
To which the groom replied:
It is old marse's orders, miss, as I should wait on you.
Capitola's spirit rebelled against this; and, suddenly turning upon
her attendant, she indignantly exclaimed:
Wool, I don't want you, sir; I insist upon being left alone, and I
order you to go home, sir!
Upon this Wool burst into tears and roared.
Much surprised, Capitola inquired of him what the matter was.
For some time Wool could only reply by sobbing, but when he was able
to articulate he blubbered forth:
It's nuf to make anybody go put his head under a meat-ax, so it
What is the matter, Wool? again inquired Capitola.
How'd you like to have your eyelids cut off? howled Wool,
What? inquired Capitola.
Yes; I axes how'd you like to have your eyelids cut off? Case
that's what ole marse t'reatens to do long o' me, if I don't follow
arter you and keep you in sight. And now you forbids of me to do it,
andandand I'll go and put my neck right underneaf a meat-ax!
Now, Capitola was really kind-hearted, and, well knowing the
despotic temper of her guardian, she pitied Wool, and after a little
hesitation she said:
Wool, so your old master says if you don't keep your eyes on me
he'll cut your eyelids off?
Yeyeyes, miss, sobbed Wool.
Did he say if you didn't listen to me he'd cut your ears off?
Did he swear if you didn't talk to me he'd cut your tongue out?
Well, now, stop howling and listen to me! Since, at the peril of
your eyelids, you are obliged to keep me in sight, I give you leave to
ride just within view of me, but no nearer, and you are never to let me
see or hear you, if you can help it for I like to be alone.
I'll do anything in this world for peace, Miss Caterpillar, said
And upon this basis the affair was finally settled. And no doubt
Capitola owed much of her personal safety to the fact that Wool kept
his eyes open.
While these scenes were going on at Hurricane Hall, momentous events
were taking place elsewhere, which require another chapter for their
CHAPTER VIII. ANOTHER MYSTERY AT THE
Hark! what a shriek was that of fear intense,
Of horror and amazement!
What fearful struggle to the door and thence
With mazy doubles to the grated casement!
An hour after the departure of Capitola, Colonel Le Noir returned to
the Hidden House and learned from his man David that upon the preceding
evening a young girl of whose name he was ignorant had sought shelter
from the storm and passed the night at the mansion.
Now, Colonel Le Noir was extremely jealous of receiving strangers
under his roof, never, during his short stay at the Hidden House, going
out into company, lest he should be obliged in return to entertain
visitors. And when he learned that a strange girl had spent the night
beneath his roof, he frowningly directed that Dorcas should be sent to
When his morose manager made her appearance he harshly demanded the
name of the young woman she had dared to receive beneath his roof.
Now, whether there is any truth in the theory of magnetism or not,
it is certain that Dorcas Knightstern, harsh, resolute woman that she
was toward all othersbecame as submissive as a child in the presence
of Colonel Le Noir.
At his command she gave him all the information he required, not
even withholding the fact of Capitola's strange story of having seen
the apparition of the pale-faced lady in her chamber, together with the
subsequent discovery of the loss of her ring.
Colonel Le Noir sternly reprimanded his domestic manager for her
neglect of his orders and dismissed her from his presence.
The remainder of the day was passed by him in moody thought. That
evening he summoned his son to a private conference in the parloran
event that happily delivered poor Clara Day from their presence at her
That night Clara, dreading lest at the end of their interview they
might return to her society, retired early to her chamber where she sat
reading until a late hour, when she went to bed and found transient
forgetfulness of trouble in sleep.
She did not know how long she had slept when she was suddenly and
terribly awakened by a woman's shriek sounding from the room
immediately overhead, in which, upon the night previous, Capitola had
Starting up in bed, Clara listened.
The shriek was repeatedprolonged and piercingand was accompanied
by a muffled sound of struggling that shook the ceiling overhead.
Instinctively springing from her bed, Clara threw on her
dressing-gown and flew to the door; but just as she turned the latch to
open it she heard a bolt slipped on the outside and found herself a
prisoner in her own chamber.
Appalled, she stood and listened.
Presently there came a sound of footsteps on the stairs and a heavy
muffled noise as of some dead weight being dragged down the staircase
and along the passage. Then she heard the hall door cautiously opened
and shut. And, finally, she distinguished the sound of wheels rolling
away from the house.
Unable longer to restrain herself, she rapped and beat upon her own
door, crying aloud for deliverance.
Presently the bolt was withdrawn, the door jerked open and Dorcas
Knight, with a face of horror, stood before her.
What is the matter! Who was that screaming? In the name of mercy,
what has happened? cried Clara, shrinking in abhorrence from the
Hush! it is nothing! There were two tomcats screaming and fighting
in the attic, and they fought all the way downstairs, rolling over and
over each other. I've just turned them out, faltered the woman,
shivering as with an ague fit.
Whatwhat was thatthat went away in the carriage? asked Clara
The colonel, gone to meet the early stage at Tip-Top, to take him
to Washington. He would have taken leave of you last night, but when he
came to your parlor you had left it.
Butbutthere is blood upon your hand, Dorcas Knight! cried
Clara, shaking with horror.
II know; the cats scratched me as I put them out, stammered the
stern woman, trembling almost as much as Clara herself.
These answers failed to satisfy the young girl, who shrank in terror
and loathing from that woman's presence, and sought the privacy of her
own chamber, murmuring:
What has happened? What has been done? Oh, heaven! oh, heaven! have
mercy on us! some dreadful deed has been done in this house to-night!
There was no more sleep for Clara. She heard the clock strike every
hour from one to six in the morning, when she arose and dressed herself
and went from her room, expecting to see upon the floor and walls and
upon the faces of the household signs of some dreadful tragedy enacted
upon the previous night.
But all things were as usualthe same dark, gloomy and neglected
magnificence about the rooms and passages, the same reserved, sullen
and silent aspect about the persons.
Dorcas Knight presided as usual at the head of the breakfast table,
and Craven Le Noir at the foot. Clara sat in her accustomed seat at the
side, midway between them.
Clara shuddered in taking her cup of coffee from the hand of Dorcas,
and declined the wing of fowl that Craven Le Noir would have put upon
Not a word was said upon the subject of the mystery of the preceding
night until Craven Le Noir, without venturing to meet the eyes of the
young girl, said:
You look very pale, Clara.
Miss Day was frightened by the cats last night, said Dorcas.
Clara answered never a word. The ridiculous story essayed to be
palmed off upon her credulity in explanation of the night's mystery had
not gained an instant's belief.
She knew that the cry that had startled her from sleep had burst in
strong agony from human lips!
That the helpless weight she had heard dragged down the stairs and
along the whole length of the passage was some dead or insensible human
That the blood she had seen upon the hand of Dorcas Knight wasoh,
heaven! her mind shrank back appalled with horror at the thought which
she dare not entertain! She could only shudder, pray and trust in God.
CHAPTER IX. CAP FREES THE CAPTIVE.
Hold, daughter! I do spy a kind of hope,
Which craves as desperate an execution
As that is desperate, which we would prevent
And if thou darest, I'll give thee remedy!
Hold, then! go home, be merry, give consent
To marry Paris! Wednesday is to-morrow!
As the autumn weather was now very pleasant, Capitola continued her
rides, and, without standing on ceremony, repeated her visit to the
Hidden House. She was, as usual, followed by Wool, who kept at a
respectful distance, and who, during his mistress' visit, remained
outside in attendance upon the horses.
Capitola luckily was in no danger of encountering Colonel Le Noir,
who, since the night of the mysterious tragedy, had not returned home,
but had gone to and settled in his winter quarters in Washington city.
But she again met Craven Le Noir, who, contrary to his usual custom
of accompanying his father upon his annual migrations to the
metropolis, had, upon this occasion, remained home in close attendance
upon his cousin, the wealthy orphan.
Capitola found Clara the same sweet, gentle and patient girl, with
this difference only, that her youthful brow was now overshadowed by a
heavy trouble which could not wholly be explained by her state of
orphanage or her sorrow for the deadit was too full of anxiety, gloom
and terror to have reference to the past alone.
Capitola saw all this and, trusting in her own powers, would have
sought the confidence of the poor girl, with the view of soothing her
sorrows and helping her out of her difficulties; but Miss Day, candid
upon all other topics, was strangely reserved upon this subject, and
Capitola, with all her eccentricity, was too delicate to seek to
intrude upon the young mourner's sanctuary of grief.
But a crisis was fast approaching which rendered further concealment
difficult and dangerous, and which threw Clara for protection upon the
courage, presence of mind and address of Capitola.
Since Clara Day had parted with her betrothed and had taken up her
residence beneath her guardian's roof, she had regularly written both
to Traverse at St. Louis and to his mother at Staunton. But she had
received no reply from either mother or son. And months had passed,
filling the mind of Clara with anxiety upon their account.
She did not for one moment doubt their constancy. Alas! it required
but little perspicacity on her part to perceive that the letters on
either side must have been intercepted by the Le Noirsfather and son.
Her greatest anxiety was lest Mrs. Rocke and Traverse, failing to
hear from her, should imagine that she had forgotten them. She longed
to assure them that she had not; but how should she do this? It was
perfectly useless to write and send the letter to the post-office by
any servant at the Hidden House, for such a letter was sure to find its
waynot into the mail bags, but into the pocket of Colonel Le Noir.
Finally, Clara resolved to entrust honest Cap with so much of her
story as would engage her interest and co-operation, and then confide
to her care a letter to be placed in the post-office. Clara had
scarcely come to this resolution ere, as we said, an imminent crisis
obliged her to seek the further aid of Capitola.
Craven Le Noir had never abated his unacceptable attentions to the
orphan heiress. Day by day, on the contrary, to Clara's unspeakable
distress, these attentions grew more pointed and alarming.
At first she had received them coldly and repulsed them gently; but
as they grew more ardent and devoted she became colder and more
reserved, until at length, by maintaining a freezing hauteur at
variance with her usually sweet temper, she sought to repel the
declaration that was ever ready to fall from his lips.
But, notwithstanding her evident abhorrence of his suit, Craven Le
Noir persisted in his purpose.
And so one morning he entered the parlor and, finding Clara alone,
he closed the door, seated himself beside her, took her hand and made a
formal declaration of love and proposal of marriage, urging his suit
with all the eloquence of which he was master.
Now, Clara Day, a Christian maiden, a recently bereaved orphan and
an affianced bride, had too profound a regard for her duties toward
God, her father's will and her betrothed husband's rights to treat this
attempted invasion of her faith in any other than the most deliberate,
serious and dignified manner.
I am very sorry, Mr. Le Noir, that it has at length come to this. I
thought I had conducted myself in such a manner as totally to
discourage any such purpose as this which you have just honored me by
disclosing. Now, however, that the subject may be set at rest forever,
I feel bound to announce to you that my hand is already plighted, said
But, my fairest and dearest love, your little hand cannot be
plighted without the consent of your guardian, who would never
countenance the impudent pretensions which I understand to be made by
the low-born young man to whom I presume you allude. That engagement
was a very foolish affair, my dear girl, and only to be palliated on
the ground of your extreme childishness at the time of its being made.
You must forget the whole matter, my sweetest love, and prepare
yourself to listen to a suit more worthy of your social position, said
Craven Le Noir, attempting to steal his arm around her waist.
Clara coldly repelled him, saying:
I am at a loss to understand, Mr. Le Noir, what act of levity on my
part has given you the assurance to offer me this affront!
Do you call it an affront, fair cousin, that I lay my hand and
heart and fortune at your feet?
I have called your act, sir, by its gentlest name. Under the
circumstances I might well have called it an outrage!
And what may be those circumstances that convert an act
ofadorationinto an outrage, my sweet cousin?
Sir, you know them well. I have not concealed from you or my
guardian that I am the affianced bride of Doctor Rocke, nor that our
troth was plighted with the full consent of my dear father, said
Tut, tut, tut, my charming cousin, that was mere child's playa
school-girl's romantic whim. Do not dream that your guardian will ever
permit you to throw yourself away upon that low-bred fellow.
Mr. Le Noir, if you permit yourself to address me in this manner, I
shall feel compelled to retire. I cannot remain here to have my honored
father's will and memory, and the rights of my betrothed, insulted in
my person! said Clara, rising to leave the room.
Nostay! forgive me, Clara! pardon me, gentlest girl, if, in my
great love for you, I grow impatient of any other claim upon your
heart, especially from such an unworthy quarter. Clara, you are a mere
child, full of generous but romantic sentiments and dangerous impulses.
You require extra vigilance and firm exercise of authority on the part
of your guardian to save you from certain self-destruction. And some
day, sweet girl, you will thank us for preserving you from the horrors
of such a mésalliance, said Craven Le Noir, gently detaining her.
I tell you, Mr. Le Noir, that your manner of speaking of my
betrothal is equally insulting to myself, Doctor Rocke and my dear
father, who never would have plighted our hands had he considered our
prospective marriage a mésalliance.
Nor do I suppose he ever did plight your handswhile in his right
Oh, sir, this has been discussed before. I beg of you to let the
subject drop forever, remembering that I hold myself sacredly betrothed
to Traverse Rocke, and readywhen, at my legal majority, he shall
claim meto redeem my plighted faith by becoming his wife.
Clara, this is madness! It must not be endured, nor shall not! I
have hitherto sought to win your hand by showing you the great extent
of my love; but be careful how you scorn that love or continue to taunt
me with the mention of an unworthy rival. For, though I use gentle
means, should I find them fail of their purpose, I shall know how to
avail myself of harsher ones.
Clara disdained reply, except by permitting her clear eye to pass
over him from head to foot with an expression of consuming scorn that
scathed him to the quick.
I tell you to be careful, Clara Day! I come to you armed with the
authority of your legal guardian, my father, Colonel Le Noir, who will
forestall your foolish purpose of throwing yourself and your fortune
away upon a beggar, even though to do so he strain his authority and
coerce you into taking a more suitable companion, said Craven Le Noir,
rising impatiently and pacing the floor. But no sooner had he spoken
these words than he saw how greatly he had injured his cause and
repented them. Going to Clara and intercepting her as she was about to
leave the room, he gently took her hand and, dropping his eyes to the
floor with a look of humility and penitence, he said:
Clara, my sweet cousin, I know not how sufficiently to express my
sorrow at having been hurried into harshness toward youtoward you
whom I love more than my own soul, and whom it is the fondest wish of
my heart to call wife. I can only excuse myself for this or any future
extravagance of manner by my excessive love for you and the jealousy
that maddens my brain at the bare mention of my rival. That is it,
sweet girl. Can you forgive one whom love and jealousy have hurried
Mr. Le Noir, the Bible enjoins me to forgive injuries. I shall
endeavor, when I can, to forgive you, though for the present my heart
is still burning under the sense of wrongs done toward myself and those
whom I love and esteem, and the only way in which you can make me
forget what has just passed will benever to repeat the offence. And
with these words Clara bent her head and passed from the room.
Could she have seen the malignant scowl and gesture with which
Craven Le Noir followed her departure, she would scarcely have trusted
his expressions of penitence.
Lifting his arm above his head he fiercely shook his fist after her
Go on, insolent girl, and imagine that you have humbled me; but the
tune shall be changed by this day month, for before that time whatever
power the law gives the husband over his wife and her property shall be
mine over you and your possessions. Then we will see who shall be
insolent; then we shall see whose proud blue eye shall day after day
dare to look up and rebuke me. Oh! to get you in my power, my girl! Not
that I love you, moon-faced creature, but I want your possessions,
which is quite as strong an incentive.
Then he fell into thought. He had an ugly way of scowling and biting
his nails when deeply brooding over any subject, and now he walked
slowly up and down the floor with his head upon his breast, his brows
drawn over his nose and his four fingers between his teeth, gnawing
away like a wild beast, while he muttered:
She is not like the other one; she has more sense and strength; she
will give us more trouble. We must continue to try fair means a little
longer. It will be difficult, for I am not accustomed to control my
passions, even for a purposeyet, penitence and love are the only
cards to be played to this insolent girl for the present.
Afterwards! Here his soliloquy muttered itself into silence, his
head sank deeper upon his breast, his brows gathered lower over his
nose and he walked and gnawed his nails like a hungry wolf.
The immediate result of this cogitation was that he went into the
library and wrote off a letter to his father, telling him all that had
transpired between himself and Clara, and asking his further counsel.
He dispatched this letter and waited an answer.
During the week that ensued before he could hope to hear from
Colonel Le Noir, he treated Clara with marked deference and respect.
And Clara, on her part, did not tax his forbearance by appearing in
his presence oftener than she could possibly avoid.
At the end of the week the expected letter came. It was short and to
the purpose. It ran thus:
Washington, Dec. 14, 18
MY DEAR CRAVENYou are losing time. Do not hope to win the girl
the means you propose. She is too acute to be deceived, and too
firm to be persuaded. We must not hesitate to use the only
means by which we can coerce her into compliance. I shall
this letter by the first stage coach, and before the beginning
the next month Clara Day shall be your wife. Your Affectionate
GABRIEL LE NOIR,
C. LE NOIR, ESQ., Hidden House.
When Craven Le Noir read this letter his thin, white face and
deep-set eyes lighted up with triumph. But Craven Le Noir huzzaed
before he was out of the woods. He had not calculated upon Capitola.
The next day Colonel Le Noir came to the Hidden House. He arrived
late in the afternoon.
After refreshing himself with a bath, a change of clothing and a
light luncheon, he went to the library, where he passed the remainder
of the evening in a confidential conference with his son. Their supper
was ordered to be served up to them there; and for that evening Clara
had the comfort of taking her tea alone.
The result of this conference was that the next morning, after
breakfast, Colonel Le Noir sent for Miss Day to come to him in the
When Clara, nerving her gentle heart to resist a sinful tyranny,
entered the library, Colonel Le Noir arose and courteously handed her
to a chair, and then, seating himself beside her, said:
My dear Clara, the responsibilities of a guardian are always very
onerous, and his duties not always very agreeable, especially when his
ward is the sole heiress of a large property and the object of pursuit
by fortune hunters and maneuverers, male and female. When such is the
case, the duties and responsibilities of the guardian are augmented a
Sir, this cannot be so in my case, since you are perfectly aware
that my destiny is, humanly speaking, already decided, replied Clara,
with gentle firmness.
Ashow, I pray you, my fair ward?
You cannot possibly be at a loss to understand, sir. You have been
already advised that I am betrothed to Doctor Rocke, who will claim me
as his wife upon the day that I shall complete my twenty-first year.
Miss Clara Day! no more of that, I beseech you! It is folly,
perversity, frenzy! But, thanks to the wisdom of legislators, the law
very properly invests the guardian with great latitude of discretionary
power of the person and property of his wardto be used, of course,
for that ward's best interest. And thus, my dear Clara, it is my duty,
while holding this power over you, to exercise it for preventing the
possibility of your evereither now or at any future time, throwing
yourself away upon a mere adventurer. To do this, I must provide you
with a suitable husband. My son, Mr. Craven Le Noir, has long loved and
wooed you. He is a young man of good reputation and fair prospects. I
entirely approve his suit, and as your guardian I command you to
receive him for your destined husband.
Colonel Le Noir, this is no time 'for bated breath and whispered
humbleness.' I am but a simple girl of seventeen, but I understand your
purpose and that of your son just as well as though I were an old man
of the world. You are the fortune hunters and maneuverers! It is the
fortune of the wealthy heiress and friendless orphan that you are in
pursuit of! But that fortune, like my hand and heart, is already
promised to one I love; and, to speak very plainly to you, I would die
ere I would disappoint him or wed your son, said Clara, with
Die, girl! There are worse things than death in the world! said
Colonel Le Noir, with a threatening glare.
I know it! and one of the worst things in the world would be a
union with a man I could neither esteem nor even endure! exclaimed
Colonel Le Noir saw that there was no use in further disguise.
Throwing off, then, the last restraints of good breeding, he said:
And there are still more terrible evils for a woman than to be the
wife of one she 'can neither esteem nor endure!'
Clara shook her head in proud scorn.
There are evils to escape which such a woman would go down upon her
bended knees to be made the wife of such a man.
Clara's gentle eyes flashed with indignation.
Infamous! she cried. You slander all womanhood in my person!
The evils to which I allude arecomprised ina life of dishonor!
hissed Le Noir through his set teeth.
This to my father's daughter! exclaimed Clara, growing white as
death at the insult.
Aye, my girl! It is time we understood each other. You are in my
power, and I intend to coerce you to my will!
These words, accompanied as they were by a look that left no doubt
upon her mind that he would carry out his purpose to any extremity, so
appalled the maiden's soul that she stood like one suddenly struck with
The unscrupulous wretch then approached her and said:
I am now going to the county seat to take out a marriage license
for you and my son. I shall have the carriage at the door by six
o'clock this evening, when I desire that you shall be ready to
accompany us to church, where a clerical friend will be in attendance
to perform the marriage ceremony. Clara Day, if you would save your
honor, look to this!
All this time Clara had neither moved nor spoken nor breathed. She
had stood cold, white and still as if turned to stone.
Let no vain hope of escape delude your mind. The doors will be kept
locked; the servants are all warned not to suffer you to leave the
house. Look to it, Clara, for the rising of another sun shall see my
And with these words the atrocious wretch left the room. His
departure took off the dreadful spell that had paralyzed Clara's life;
her blood began to circulate again; breath came to her lungs and speech
to her lips.
Oh, Lord, she cried, oh, Lord, who delivered the children from
the fiery furnace, deliver thy poor handmaiden now from her terrible
While she thus prayed she saw upon the writing table before her a
small penknife. Her cheeks flushed and her eyes brightened as she
This! this! she said, this small instrument is sufficient to save
me! Should the worst ensue, I know where to find the carotid artery,
and even such a slight puncture as my timorous hand could make would
set my spirit free! Oh, my father! oh, my father! you little thought
when you taught your Clara the mysteries of anatomy to what a fearful
use she would put your lessons! And would it be right? Oh, would it be
right? One may desire death, but can anything justify suicide? Oh,
Father in heaven, guide me! guide me! cried Clara, falling upon her
knees and sobbing forth this prayer of agony.
Soon approaching footsteps drew her attention. And she had only time
to rise and put back her damp, disheveled hair from her tear-stained
face before the door opened and Dorcas Knight appeared and said:
Here is this young woman come again.
I declare, Miss Day, said Cap, laughing, you have the most
accomplished, polite and agreeable servants here that I ever met with!
Think with what a courteous welcome this woman received me'Here you
are again!' she said. 'You'll come once too often for your own good,
and that I tell you.' I answered that every time I came it appeared to
be once too often for her liking. She rejoined, 'The colonel has come
home, and he don't like company, so I advise you to make your call a
short one.' I assured her that I should measure the length of my visit
by the breadth of my willBut good angels, Clara! what is the
matter? You look worse than death! exclaimed Capitola, noticing for
the first time the pale, wild, despairing face of her companion.
Clara clasped her hands as if in prayer and raised her eyes with an
appealing gaze into Capitola's face.
Tell me, dear Clara, what is the matter? How can I help you? What
shall I do for you? said our heroine.
Before trusting herself to reply, Clara gazed wistfully into
Capitola's eyes, as though she would have read her soul.
Cap did not blanch nor for an instant avert her own honest, gray
orbs; she let Clara gaze straight down through those clear windows of
the soul into the very soul itself, where she found only truth, honesty
The scrutiny seemed to be satisfactory for Clara soon took the hand
of her visitor and said:
Capitola, I will tell you. It is a horrid, horrid story, but you
shall know all. Come with me to my chamber.
Cap pressed the hand that was so confidingly placed in hers and
accompanied Clara to her room, where, after the latter had taken the
precaution to lock the door, the two girls sat down for a confidential
Clara, like the author of Robin Hood's Barn, began at the
beginning of her story, and told everythingher betrothal to Traverse
Rocke; the sudden death of her father; the decision of the Orphans'
Court; the departure of Traverse for the far West; her arrival at the
Hidden House; the interruption of all her epistolary correspondence
with her betrothed and his mother; the awful and mysterious occurrences
of that dreadful night when she suspected some heinous crime had been
committed; and finally of the long, unwelcome suit of Craven Le Noir
and the present attempt to force him upon her as a husband.
Cap listened very calmly to this story, showing very little
sympathy, for there was not a bit of sentimentality about our Cap.
And now, whispered Clara, while the pallor of horror overspread
her face, by threatening me with a fate worse than death, they would
drive me to marry Craven Le Noir!
Yes, I know I would! said Cap, as if speaking to herself, but by
her tone and manner clothing these simple words in the very keenest
What would you do, Capitola? asked Clara, raising her tearful eyes
to the last speaker.
Marry Mr. Craven Le Noir and thank him, too! said Cap. Then,
suddenly changing her tone, she exclaimed:
I wishoh! how I wish it was only me in your placethat it was
only me they were trying to marry against my will!
What would you do? asked Clara, earnestly.
What would I do? Oh! wouldn't I make them know the difference
between their Sovereign Lady and Sam the Lackey? If I had been in your
place and that dastard Le Noir had said to me what he said to you, I do
believe I should have stricken him dead with the lightning of my eyes!
But what shall you do, my poor Clara?
Alas! alas! see here! this is my last resort! replied the unhappy
girl, showing the little pen-knife.
Put it away from you! put it away from you! exclaimed Capitola
earnestly, suicide is never, never, never justifiable! God is the Lord
of life and death! He is the only judge whether a mortal's sorrows are
to be relieved by death, and when He does not Himself release you, He
means that you shall live and endure! That proves that suicide is never
right, let the Roman pagans have said and done what they pleased. So no
more of that! There are enough other ways of escape for you!
Ah! what are they? You would give me life by teaching me how to
escape! said Clara, fervently.
The first and most obvious means that suggests itself to my mind,
said Cap, is torun away!
Ah! that is impossible. The servants are warned; the doors are all
locked; I am watched!
Then the next plan is equally obvious. Consent to go with them to
the church, and when you get there, denounce them and claim the
protection of the clergyman!
Ah! dear girl, that is still more impracticable. The officiating
clergyman is their friend, and even if I could consent to act a
deceitful part, and should go to church as if to marry Craven and upon
getting there denounce him, instead of receiving the protection of the
clergyman I should be restored to the hands of my legal guardian and be
brought back here to meet a fate worse than death, said Clara, in a
tone of despair.
Capitola did not at once reply, but fell into deep thought, which
lasted many minutes. Then, speaking more gravely than she had spoken
before, she said:
There is but one plan of escape left, your only remaining chance,
and that full of danger!
Oh, why should I fear danger? What evil can befall me so great as
that which now threatens me? said Clara.
This plan requires on your part great courage, self-control and
presence of mind.
Teach me! teach me, dear Capitola. I will be an apt pupil!
I have thought it all out, and will tell you my plan. It is now
eleven o'clock in the forenoon, and the carriage is to come for you at
six this evening, I believe?
Then you have seven hours in which to save yourself! And this is my
plan: First, Clara, you must change clothes with me, giving me your
suit of mourning and putting on my riding habit, hat and veil! Then,
leaving me here in your place, you are to pull the veil down closely
over your face and walk right out of the house! No one will speak to
you, for they never do to me. When you have reached the park, spring
upon my horse and put whip to him for the village of Tip Top. My
servant, Wool, will ride after you, but not speak to you or approach
near enough to discover your identityfor he has been ordered by his
master to keep me in sight, and he has been forbidden by his mistress
to intrude upon her privacy. You will reach Tip Top by three o'clock,
when the Staunton stage passes through. You may then reveal yourself to
Wool, give my horse into his charge, get into the coach and start for
Staunton. Upon reaching that place, put yourself under the protection
of your friends, the two old physicians, and get them to prosecute your
guardian for cruelty and flagrant abuse of authority. Be cool, firm and
alert, and all will be well!
Clara, who had listened to this little Napoleon in petticoats with
breathless interest, now clasped her hands in a wild ecstasy of joy and
I will try it! Oh, Capitola, I will try it! Heaven bless you for
Be quick, then; change your dress! provide yourself with a purse of
money, and I will give you particular directions how to make a short
cut for Tip Top. Ha, ha, ha! when they come for the bride she will be
already rolling on the turnpike between Tip Top and Staunton!
But you! Oh, you, my generous deliverer?
I shall dress myself in your clothes and stay here in your place to
keep you from being missed, so as to give you full time to make your
Butyou will place yourself in the enraged lion's jaws! You will
remain in the power of two men who know neither justice nor mercy! Who,
in their love or their hate, fear neither God nor man! Oh, Capitola!
how can I take an advantage of your generosity, and leave you here in
such extreme peril? Capitola, I cannot do it!
Well, then, I believe, you must be anxious to marry Craven Le
Well, if you are not, hurry and get ready; there is no time to be
But you! but you, my generous friend!
Never mind me. I shall be safe enough! I am not afraid of the Le
Noirs. Bless their wigs; I should like to see them make me blanch. On
the contrary, I desire above all things to be pitted against these two!
How I shall enjoy their disappointment and rage! Oh, it will be a rare
While Capitola was speaking she was also busily engaged doing. She
went softly to the door and turned the key in the lock, to prevent any
one from looking through the keyhole, murmuring as she did it:
I wasn't brought up among the detective policemen for nothing!
Then she began to take off her riding-habit. Quickly she dressed
Clara, superintending all the details of her disguise as carefully as
though she were the costumer of a new debutante. When Clara was dressed
she was so nearly of the same size and shape of Capitola that from
behind no one would have suspected her identity.
There, Clara! tuck your light hair out of the way; pull your cap
over your eyes; gather your veil down close; draw up your figure; throw
back your head; walk with a little springy sway and swagger, as if you
didn't care a damson for anybody, andthere! I declare no one could
tell you from me! exclaimed Capitola in delight, as she completed the
disguise and the instructions of Clara.
Then Capitola dressed herself in Clara's deep mourning robes. And
then the two girls sat down to compose themselves for a few minutes,
while Capitola gave new and particular directions for Clara's course
and conduct, so as to insure as far as human foresight could do it, the
safe termination of her perilous adventure. By the time they had ended
their talk the hall clock struck twelve.
There! it is full time you should be off! Be calm, be cool, be
firm, and God bless you, Clara! Dear girl! if I were only a young man I
would deliver you by the strength of my own arms, without subjecting
you to inconvenience or danger! said Cap, gallantly, as she led Clara
to the chamber door and carefully gathered her thick veil in close
folds over her face, so as entirely to conceal it.
Oh, may the Lord in heaven bless and preserve and reward you, my
brave, my noble, my heroic Capitola! said Clara, fervently, with the
tears rushing to her eyes.
Bosh! said Cap. If you go doing the sentimental you won't look
like me a bit, and that will spoil all. There! keep your veil close,
for it's windy, you know; throw back your head and fling yourself along
with a swagger, as if you didn't care, ahem! for anybody, andthere
you are! said Cap, pushing Clara out and shutting the door behind her.
Clara paused an instant to offer up one short, fervent prayer for
her success and Capitola's safety, and then following her instructions,
Nearly all girls are clever imitators, and Clara readily adopted
Capitola's light, springy, swaying walk, and met old Dorcas Knight in
the hall, without exciting the slightest suspicion of her identity.
Humph! said the woman; so you are going! I advise you not to come
Clara threw up her head with a swagger, and went on.
Very well, you may scorn my words, but if you know your own good
you'll follow my advice! said Dorcas Knight, harshly.
Clara flung up her head and passed out.
Before the door Wool was waiting with the horses. Keeping her face
closely muffled, Clara went to Capitola's pony. Wool came and helped
her into the saddle, saying:
Yer does right, Miss Cap, to keep your face kivered; it's awful
windy, ain't it, though? I kin scarcely keep the har from blowing offen
With an impatient jerk after the manner of Capitola, Clara signified
that she did not wish to converse. Wool dropped obediently behind,
mounted his horse and followed at a respectful distance until Clara
turned her horse's head and took the bridle-path toward Tip Top. This
move filled poor Wool with dismay. Riding toward her, he exclaimed:
'Deed, Miss Cap, yer mus' scuse me for speakin' now! Whar de
muschief is yer a-goin' to?
For all answer Clara, feigning the temper of Capitola, suddenly
wheeled her horse, elevated her riding whip and galloped upon Wool in a
Wool dodged and backed his horse with all possible expedition,
exclaiming in consternation:
Dar! dar! Miss Cap, I won't go for to ax you any more
questionsnonot if yer rides straight to Old Nick or Black Donald!
Whereupon, receiving this apology in good part, Clara again turned
her horse's head and rode on her way.
Wool followed, bemoaning the destiny that kept him between the two
fierce fires of his old master's despotism and his young mistress's
caprice, and muttering:
I know old marse and dis young gal am goin' to be the death of me!
I knows it jes' as well as nuffin at all! I 'clare to man, if it ain't
nuf to make anybody go heave themselves right into a grist mill and be
ground up at once.
Wool spoke no more until they got to Tip Top, when Clara still
closely veiled, rode up to the stage office just as the coach, half
filled with passengers, was about to start. Springing from her horse,
she went up to Wool and said:
Here, man, take this horse back to Hurricane Hall! Tell Major
Warfield that Miss Black remains at the Hidden House in imminent
danger! Ask him to ride there and bring her home! Tell Miss Black when
you see her that I reached Tip Top safe and in time to take the coach.
Tell her I will never cease to be grateful! And now, here is a half
eagle for your trouble! Good-by, and God bless you! And she put the
piece in his hand and took her place in the coach, which immediately
As for Wool! From the time that Clara had thrown aside her veil and
began to speak to him he had stood staring and staringhis
consternation growing and growinguntil it had seemed to have turned
him into stonefrom which state of petrefaction he did not recover
until he saw the stage coach roll rapidly away, carrying
offwhom?Capitola, Clara or the evil one?Wool could not have told
which! He presently astounded the people about the stage office by
leaving his horses and taking to his heels after the stage coach,
Murder! murder! help! help! stop thief! stop thief! stop the coach!
stop the coach!
What is the matter, man? said a constable, trying to head him.
But Wool incontinently ran over that officer, throwing him down and
keeping on his headlong course, hat off, coat-tail streaming and legs
and arms flying like the sails of a windmill, as he tried to overtake
the coach, crying:
Help! murder! head the horses! Stop the coach! Old marse told me
not to lose sight of her! Oh, for hebben's sake, good people, stop the
When he got to a gate, instead of taking time to open it, he rolled
himself somersault-like right over it! When he met man or woman,
instead of turning from his straight course, he knocked them over and
passed on, garments flying and legs and arms circulating with the
velocity of a wheel.
The people whom he had successively met and overthrown in his
course, picking themselves up and getting into the village, reported
that there was a furious madman broke loose, who attacked every one he
And soon every man and boy in the village who could mount a horse
started in pursuit. Only race horses would have beaten the speed with
which Wool ran, urged on by fear. It was nine miles on the turnpike
road from Tip Top that the horsemen overtook and surrounded Wool, who,
seeing himself hopelessly environed, fell down upon the ground and
rolled and kicked, swearing that he would not be taken alive to have
his eyelids cut off!
It was not until after a desperate resistance that he was finally
taken, bound, put in a wagon and carried back to the village, where he
was recognized as Major Warfield's man and a messenger was despatched
for his master.
And not until he had been repeatedly assured that no harm should
befall him did Wool gain composure enough to say, amid tears of cruel
grief and fear:
Oh, marsers! my young missus, Miss Black, done been captured and
bewitched and turned into somebody else, right afore my own two looking
eyes and gone off in dat coach! 'deed she is! and ole marse kill me!
'deed he will, gemmen! He went and ordered me not to take my eyes offen
her, and no more I didn't! But what good that do, when she turned to
somebody else, and went off right afore my two looking eyes? But ole
marse won't listen to reason. He kill me, I know he will! whimpered
Wool, refusing to be comforted.
CHAPTER X. CAP IN CAPTIVITY.
I lingered here and rescue planned
For Clara and for me.
Meanwhile how fared it with Capitola in the Hidden House?
I am in for it now! said Cap, as she closed the door behind Clara;
I am in for it now! This is a jolly imprudent adventure! What will
Wool do when he discovers that he has 'lost sight' of me? What will
uncle say when he finds out what I've done? Wheew! Uncle will
explode! I wonder if the walls at Hurricane Hall will be strong enough
to stand it! Wool will go mad! I doubt if he will ever do a bit more
good in this world!
But above all, I wonder what the Le Noirs, father and son, will say
when they find that the heiress is flown and a 'beggar,' as uncle
flatters me by calling me, will be here in her place! Wheewewew!
There will be a tornado! Cap, child, they'll murder you! That's just
what they'll do! They'll kill and eat you, Cap, without any salt! or
they may lock you up in the haunted room to live with the ghost, Cap,
and that would be worse!
Hush! here comes Dorcas Knight! Now I must make believe I'm Clara,
and do the sentimental up brown! concluded Capitola, as she seated
herself near the door where she could be heard, and began to sob
Cap sobbed in response.
Are you coming to luncheon, Miss Day? inquired the woman.
Eehee! Eehee! Eehee! I do not want to eat, sobbed Cap, in a
low and smothered voice. Any one would have thought she was drowned in
Very well; just as you like, said the woman harshly, as she went
Well, I declare, laughed Cap, I did that quite as well as an
actress could! But now what am I to do? How long can I keep this up?
Heigh-ho 'let the world slide!' I'll not reveal myself until I'm driven
to it, for when I do! Cap, child, you'll get chawed right up!
A little later in the day Dorcas Knight came again and rapped at the
Eehee! Eehhee! Eehee! sobbed Cap.
Miss Day, your cousin, Craven Le Noir, wishes to speak with you
Eehee! Eehee! Eehee! I cannot see him! sobbed Cap, in a low
and suffocating voice.
The woman went away, and Cap suffered no other interruption until
six o'clock, when Dorcas Knight once more rapped saying:
Miss Day, your uncle is at the front door with the carriage, and he
wishes to know if you are ready to obey him.
Eehee! Eehee! Eehee!tetetell him yes! sobbed Cap, as
if her heart would break.
The woman went off with this answer, and Capitola hastily enveloped
her form in Clara's large, black shawl, put on Clara's black bonnet and
tied her thick mourning veil closely over her face.
A pretty bridal dress, this; but, however, I suppose these men are
no more particular about my costume than they are about their own
conduct, said Cap.
She had just drawn on her gloves when she heard the footsteps of two
men approaching. They rapped at the door.
Come in, she sobbed, in a low, broken voice, that might have
belonged to any girl in deep distress, and she put a white cambric
handkerchief up to her eyes and drew her thick veil closely over her
The two Le Noirs immediately entered the room. Craven approached her
and whispered, softly:
You will forgive me this, my share in these proceedings after
awhile, sweet Clara! The Sabine women did not love the Roman youths the
less that they were forcibly made wives by them.
Eehee! Eehee! Eehee! sobbed Cap, entirely concealing her
white cambric handkerchief under her impenetrable veil.
Come, come! we lose time! said the elder Le Noir. Draw her arm
within yours, Craven, and lead her out.
The young man did as he was directed and led Cap from the room. It
was now quite darkthe long, dreary passage was only dimly lighted by
a hanging lamp, so that with the care she took there was scarcely a
possibility of Capitola's being discovered. They went on, Craven Le
Noir whispering hypocritical apologies and Cap replying only by low
When they reached the outer door they found a close carriage drawn
up before the house.
To this Craven Le Noir led Capitola, placed her within and took the
seat by her side. Colonel Le Noir followed and placed himself in the
front seat opposite them. And the carriage was driven rapidly off.
An hour's ride brought the party to an obscure church in the depths
of the forest, which Capitola recognized by the cross on its top to be
a Roman Catholic chapel.
Here the carriage drew up and the two Le Noirs got out and assisted
Capitola to alight.
They then led her into the church, which was dimly illumined by a
pair of wax candles burning before the altar. A priest in his
sacerdotal robes was in attendance. A few country people were scattered
thinly about among the pews, at their private devotions.
Guarded by Craven Le Noir on the right and Colonel Le Noir on the
left, Capitola was marched up the aisle and placed before the altar.
Colonel Le Noir then went and spoke apart to the officiating priest,
saying, in a tone of dissatisfaction:
I told you, sir, that as our bride was an orphan, recently
bereaved, and still in deep mourning, we wished the marriage ceremony
to be strictly private, and you gave me to understand, sir, that at
this hour the chapel was most likely to be vacant. Yet, here I find a
half a score of people! How is this?
Sir, replied the priest, it is true that at this hour of the
evening the chapel is most likely to be vacant, but it is not therefore
certain to be so! nor did I promise as much! Our chapel is, as you
know, open at all hours of the day and night, that all who please may
come and pray. These people that you see are hard-working farm
laborers, who have no time to come in the day, and who are now here to
offer up their evening prayers, and also, some of them, to examine
their consciences preparatory to confession! They can certainly be no
interruption to this ceremony.
Egad, I don't know that! muttered Colonel Le Noir between his
As for Cap, the sight of other persons present in the chapel filled
her heart with joy and exultation, inasmuch as it insured her final
safety. And so she just abandoned herself to the spirit of frolic that
possessed her, and anticipated with the keenest relish the dénouement
of her strange adventure.
Well, what are we waiting for? Proceed, sir, proceed! said Colonel
Le Noir as he took Cap by the shoulders and placed her on the left side
of his son, while he himself stood behind ready to give the bride
The ceremony immediately commenced.
The prologue beginning, Dearly beloved, we are gathered together
here, etc., etc., etc., was read.
The solemn exhortation to the contracting parties, commencing I
require and charge ye both, as ye shall answer in the dreadful day of
judgment when the secrets of all hearts shall be disclosed, that if
either of you know any just cause or impediment why ye may not lawfully
be joined together, etc., etc., etc., followed.
Capitola listened to all this with the deepest attention, saying to
herself: Well, I declare, this getting married is really awfully
interesting! If it were not for Herbert Greyson, I'd just let it go
right straight on to the end and see what would happen next!
While Cap was making these mental comments the priest was asking the
Wilt thou have this woman to be thy wedded wife, etc., etc., etc.,
so long as ye both shall live?
To which Craven Le Noir, in a sonorous voice responded:
Indeed you will? We'll see that presently! said Cap to herself.
The priest then turning toward the bride, inquired:
Wilt thou have this man to be thy wedded husband, etc., etc., etc.,
so long as ye both shall live?
To which the bride, throwing aside her veil, answered, firmly:
No! not if he were the last man and I the last woman on the face of
the earth and the human race was about to become extinct and the angel
of Gabriel came down from above to ask it of me as a personal favor.
The effect of this outburst, this revelation, this explosion, may be
imagined but can never be adequately described.
The priest dropped his book and stood with lifted hands and open
mouth and staring eyes as though he had raised a ghost!
The two Le Noirs simultaneously sprang forward, astonishment,
disappointment and rage contending in their blanched faces.
Who are you, girl? exclaimed Colonel Le Noir.
Capitola Black, your honor's glory! she replied, making a deep
What the foul fiend is the meaning of all this? in the same breath
inquired the father and son.
Cap put her thumb on the side of her nose, and, whirling her four
It means, your worships' excellencies, thatyoucan't come it!
it's no go! this chicken won't fight. It means that the fat's in the
fire, and the cat's out of the bag! It means confusion! distraction!
perdition! and a tearing off of our wigs! It means the game's up, the
play's over, villainy is about to be hanged and virtue about to be
married, and the curtain is going to drop and the principal
performerthat's Iis going to be called out amid the applause of the
audience! Then, suddenly changing her mocking tone to one of great
severity, she said:
It means that you have been outwitted by a girl! It means that your
purposed victim has fled, and is by this time in safety! It means that
you two, precious father and son, would be a pair of knaves if you had
sense enough; but, failing in that, you are only a pair of fools!
By this time the attention of the few persons in the church was
aroused. They all arose to their feet to look and listen, and some of
them left their places and approached the altar. And to these latter
Capitola now suddenly turned and said, aloud:
Good people, I am Capitola Black, the niece and ward of Major Ira
Warfield, of Hurricane Hall, whom you all know, and now I claim your
protection while I shall tell you the meaning of my presence here!
Don't listen to her. She is a maniac! cried Colonel Le Noir.
Stop her mouth! cried Craven, springing upon Capitola and holding
her tightly in the grasp of his right arm, while he covered her lips
and nostrils with his large left hand.
Capitola struggled so fiercely to free herself that Craven had
enough to do to hold her, and so was not aware of a ringing footstep
coming up the aisle, until a stunning blow dealt from a strong arm
covered his face with blood and stretched him out at Capitola's feet.
Cap flushed, breathless and confused, looked up and was caught to
the bosom of Herbert Greyson, who, pale with concentrated rage, held
her closely and inquired:
Capitola! What violence is this which has been done you? Explain!
who is the aggressor?
Waiwaiwait until I get my breath! There! that was good! That
villain has all but strangled me to death? Oh, Herbert, I'm so
delighted you've come! How is it that you always drop right down at the
right time and on the right spot? said Cap, while gasping for breath.
I will tell you another time! Now I want an explanation.
Yes, Herbert; I also wish to explainnot only to you but to these
gaping, good people! Let me have a hearing! said Cap.
She is mad! absolutely mad! cried Colonel Le Noir, who was
assisting his son to rise.
Silence, sir! thundered Herbert Greyson, advancing toward him with
uplifted and threatening hand.
Gentlemen! gentlemen! pray remember that you are within the walls
of a church! said the distressed priest.
Craven, this is no place for us; let us go and pursue our fugitive
ward, whispered Colonel Le Noir to his son.
We might as well; for it is clear that all is over here! replied
Craven. And the two baffled villains turned to leave the place. But
Herbert Greyson, speaking up, said:
Good people, prevent the escape of those men until we hear what
this young lady has to say! that we may judge whether to let them go or
to take them before a magistrate.
The people flew to the doors and windows and secured them, and then
surrounded the two Le Noirs, who found themselves prisoners.
Now, Capitola, tell us how it is that you are here! said Herbert
Well, that elder man, said Cap, is the guardian of a young
heiress who was betrothed to a worthy young man, one Doctor Traverse
My friend! interrupted Herbert.
Yes, Mr. Greyson, your friend! Their engagement was approved by the
young lady's father, who gave them his dying blessing. Nevertheless, in
the face of all this, this 'guardian' here, appointed by the Orphans'
Court to take charge of the heiress and her fortune, undertakes, for
his own ends, to compel the young lady to break her engagement and
marry his own son! To drive her to this measure, he does not hesitate
to use every species of cruelty. This night he was to have forced her
to this altar! But in the interval, to-day, I chanced to visit her at
the house where she was confined. Being informed by her of her
distressing situation, and having no time to help her in any better
way, I just changed clothes with her. She escaped unsuspected in my
dress. And those two heroes there, mistaking me for her, forced me into
a carriage and dragged me hither to be married against my will. And
instead of catching an heiress, they caught a Tartar, that's all! And
now, Herbert, let the two poor wretches go hide their mortification,
and do you take me home, for I am immensely tired of doing the
sentimental, making speeches and piling up the agonies!
While Cap was delivering this long oration, the two Le Noirs had
made several essays to interrupt and contradict her, but were
effectually prevented by the people, whose sympathies were all with the
speaker. Now, at Herbert Greyson's command, they released the culprits,
who, threatening loudly took their departure.
Herbert then led Capitola out and placed her upon her own pony, Gyp,
which, to her unbounded astonishment, she found there in charge of
Wool, who was also mounted upon his own hack.
Herbert Greyson threw himself into the saddle of a third horse, and
the three took the road to Hurricane Hall.
And now, said Capitola, as Herbert rode up to her side, for mercy
sake tell me, before I go crazy with conjecture, how it happened that
you dropped down from the sky at the very moment and on the very spot
where you were needed? and where did you light upon Wool and the
It is very simple when you come to understand it, said Herbert,
smiling. In the first place, you know, I graduated at the last
Well, I have just received a lieutenant's commission in a regiment
that is ordered to join General Scott in Mexico.
Oh, Herbert, that is news, and I don't know whether to be in
despair or in ecstasy! said Cap, ready to laugh or cry, as a feather's
weight might tip the scales in which she balanced Herbert's new honors
with his approaching perils.
If there's any doubt about it, I decidedly recommend the latter
emotion, said Herbert, laughing.
When do you go? inquired Cap.
Our regiment embarks from Baltimore on the first of next month.
Meanwhile I got leave of absence to come and spend a week with my
friends at home!
Oh, Herbert, II am in a quandary! But you haven't told me yet how
you happened to meet Wool and to come here just in the nick of time!
I am just going to do so. Well, you see Capitola, I came down in
the stage to Tip Top, which I reached about three o'clock. And there I
found Wool in the hands of the Philistines, suspected of being mad,
from the manner in which he raved about losing sight of you. Well, of
course, like a true knight, I delivered my lady's squire, comforted and
reassured him and made him mount his own horse and take charge of
yours. After which I mounted the best beast that I had hired to convey
me to Hurricane Hall, and we all set off thither. I confess that I was
excessively anxious upon your account, for I could make nothing
whatever of Wool's wild story of your supposed metamorphosis! I thought
it best to make a circuit and take the Hidden House in our course, to
make some inquiries there as to what had really happened. I had got a
little bewildered between the dark night and the strange road, and,
seeing the light in the church, I had just ridden up to inquire my way,
when to my astonishment I saw you within, before the altar, struggling
in the grasp of that ruffian. And you know the rest! And now let us
ride on quickly, for I have a strong presentiment that Major Warfield
is suffering the tortures of a lost soul through anxiety upon your
account, concluded Herbert Greyson.
Please, Marse Herbert and Miss Cap, don't you tell ole marse nuffin
'tall 'bout my loosin' sight of you! pleaded Wool.
We shall tell your old master all about it, Wool, for I would not
have him miss the pleasure of hearing this adventure upon any account;
but I promise to bear you harmless through it, said Herbert, as they
galloped rapidly toward home.
They reached Hurricane Hall by eight o'clock, and in good time for
supper. They found Old Hurricane storming all over the house, and
ordering everybody off the premises in his fury of anxiety upon
Capitola's account. But when the party arrived, surprise at seeing them
in the company of Herbert Greyson quite revolutionized his mood, and,
forgetting to rage, he gave them all a hearty welcome.
And when after supper was over and they were all gathered around the
comfortable fireside, and Herbert related the adventures and feats of
Capitola at the Hidden House, and in the forest chapel, the old man
grasped the hand of his favorite and with his stormy old eyes full of
You deserve to have been a man, Cap! Indeed you do, my girl!
That was his highest style of praise.
Then Herbert told his own little story of getting his commission and
being ordered to Mexico.
God bless you, lad, and save you in the battle and bring you home
with victory! was Old Hurricane's comment.
Then seeing that the young people were quite worn out with fatigue,
and feeling not averse to his own comfortable couch, Old Hurricane
broke up the circle and they all retired to rest.
CHAPTER XI. AN UNEXPECTED VISITOR AT
Friend wilt thou give me shelter here?
The stranger meekly saith
My life is hunted! evil men
Are following on my path.
Marah Rocke sat by her lonely fireside.
The cottage was not changed in any respect since the day upon which
we first of all found her there. There was the same bright, little wood
fire; the same clean hearth and the identical faded carpet on the
floor. There was the dresser with its glistening crockery ware on the
right, and the shelves with Traverse's old school books on the left of
The widow herself had changed in nothing except that her clean black
dress was threadbare and rusty, and her patient face whiter and thinner
And now there was no eager restlessness; no frequent listening and
looking toward the door. Alas! she could not now expect to hear her
boy's light and springing step and cheerful voice as he hurried home at
eventide from his daily work. Traverse was far away at St. Louis
undergoing the cares and trials of a friendless young physician trying
to get into practice. Six months had passed since he took leave of her,
and there was as yet no hope of his returning even to pay a visit.
So Marah sat very still and sad, bending over her needlework without
ever turning her head in the direction of the door. True, he wrote to
her every week. No Wednesday ever passed without bringing her a letter
written in a strong, buoyant and encouraging strain. Still she missed
Traverse very sadly. It was dreary to rise up in the empty house every
morning; dreary to sit down to her solitary meals, and drearier still
to go to bed in her lonely room without having received her boy's kiss
and heard his cheerful good-night. And it was her custom every night to
read over Traverse's last letter before retiring to bed.
It was getting on toward ten o'clock when she folded up her work and
put it away and drew her boy's latest epistle from her bosom to read.
It ran as follows:
St. Louis, Dec. 1st, 184.
My dearest MotherI am very glad to hear that you continue in
health, and that you do not work too hard, or miss me too
is the greatest comfort of my life to hear good news of you,
mother. I count the days from one letter to another, and read
last letter over daily until I get a new one. You insist upon
telling you how I am getting on, and whether I am out of money.
am doing quite well, ma'am, and have some funds left! I have
a considerable practice. It is true that my professional
are in request only among the very poor, who pay me with their
thanks and good wishes. But I am very glad to be able to pay
small part of the great debt of gratitude I owe to the
of this world by doing all that I can in my turn for the needy.
even if I had never myself been the object of a good man's
benevolence, I should still have desired to serve the indigent;
for whoso giveth to the poor lendeth to the Lord, and I like
security. Therefore, sweet mother of mine, be at ease; for I
getting on swimminglywith one exception. Still I do not hear
our Clara! Six months have now passed, during which, despite of
seeming silence, I have written to her every week; but not one
letter or message have I received from her in return! And now
tell me also that you have not received a single letter from
either! I know not what to think. Anxiety upon her account is
one sole trouble! Not that I wrong the dear girl by one
doubt of her constancyno! my soul upon her truth! if I could
that, I should be most unworthy of her love! No, mother, you
know that Clara is true! But ah! we do not know to what
she may be subjected by Le Noir, who I firmly believe has
intercepted all our letters. Mother, I am about to ask a great,
perhaps an unreasonable, favor of you! It is to go down into
neighborhood of the Hidden House and make inquiries and try to
out Clara's real condition. If it be possible, put yourself
communication with her, and tell her that I judge her heart by
own, and have the firmest faith in her constancy, even though I
have written to her every week for six months without ever
received an answer. I feel that I am putting you to expense and
trouble, but my great anxiety about Clara, which I am sure you
share, must be my excuse. I kiss your dear and honored hands,
remain ever your loving son and faithful servant.
I must try to go. It will be an awful expense, because I know no
one down there, and I shall have to board at the tavern at Tip Top
while I am making inquiriesfor I dare not approach the dwelling of
Gabriel Le Noir! said Marah Rocke, as she folded up her letter and
replaced it in her bosom.
Just at that moment she heard the sound of wheels approach and a
vehicle of some sort draw up to the gate and some one speaking without.
She went to the door, and, listening, heard a girlish voice say:
A dollar? Yes, certainly; here it is. There, you may go now.
She recognized the voice, and with a cry of joy jerked the door open
just as the carriage rolled away. And the next instant Clara Day was in
Oh, my darling! my darling! my darling! is this really you? Really,
really you, and no dream? cried Marah Rocke, all in a flutter of
excitement, as she strained Clara to her bosom.
Yes, it is I, sweet friend, come to stay with you a long time,
perhaps. said Clara, softly, returning her caresses.
Oh, my lamb! my lamb! what a joyful surprise! I do think I shall go
crazy! Where did you come from, my pet? Who came with you? When did you
start? Did Le Noir consent to your coming? And how did it all happen?
But, dear child, how worn and weary you look! You must be very tired!
Have you had supper? Oh, my darling, come and lie down on this soft
lounge while I put away your things and get you some refreshment, said
Marah Rocke, in a delirium of joy, as she took off Clara's hat and sack
and laid her down to rest on the lounge, which she wheeled up near the
Oh, my sweet, we have been so anxious about you! Traverse and
myself! Traverse is still at St. Louis, love, getting on slowly. He has
written to you every week, and so, indeed have I, but we neither of us
have had so much as one letter in reply. And yet neither of us ever
doubted your true heart, my child. We knew that the letters must have
been lost, miscarried or intercepted, said Marah, as she busied
herself putting on the tea-kettle.
They must, indeed, since my experience in regard to letters exactly
corresponds with yours! I have written every week to both of you, yet
never received one line in reply from either, said Clara.
We knew it! We said so! Oh, those Le Noirs! Those Le Noirs! But, my
darling, you are perfectly exhausted, and though I have asked you a
half an hundred questions you shall not reply to one of them, nor talk
a bit more until you have rested and had refreshment. Here, my love;
here is Traverse's last letter. It will amuse you to lie and read it
while I am getting tea, said Marah, taking the paper from her bosom
and handing it to Clara, and then placing the stand with the light near
the head of her couch that she might see to read it without rising.
And while Clara, well pleased, perused and smiled over her lover's
letter, Marah Rocke laid the cloth and spread a delicate repast of tea,
milk toast and poached eggs, of which she tenderly pressed her visitor
And when Clara was somewhat refreshed by food and rest, she said:
Now, dear mamma, you will wish to hear how it happens that I am
with you to-night.
Not unless you feel quite rested, dear girl.
I am rested sufficiently for the purpose; besides, I am anxious to
tell you. And oh, dear mamma! I could just now sit in your lap and lay
my head upon your kind, soft bosom so willingly!
Come, then, Clara! Come, then, my darling, said Marah, tenderly,
holding out her arms.
No, no, mamma; you are too little; it would be a sin! said Clara,
smiling; but I will sit by you and put my hand in yours and rest my
head against your shoulder while I tell you all about it.
Come, then, my darling! said Marah Rocke.
Clara took the offered seat, and when she was fixed to her liking
she commenced and related to her friend a full history of all that had
occurred to her at the Hidden House from the moment that she had first
crossed its threshold to the hour in which, through the courage and
address of Capitola, she was delivered from imminent peril.
And now, said Clara, in conclusion, I have come hither in order
to get Doctor Williams to make one more appeal for me to the Orphans'
Court. And when it is proved what a traitor my guardian has been to his
trust I have no doubt that the judge will appoint some one else in his
place, or at least see that my father's last wish in regard to my
residence is carried into effect.
Heaven grant it, my child! Heaven grant it! Oh, those Le Noirs!
those Le Noirs! Were there ever in the world before such ruthless
villains and accomplished hypocrites? said Marah Rocke, clasping her
hands in the strength of her emotions.
A long time yet they talked together, and then they retired to bed,
and still talked until they fell asleep in each other's arms.
The next morning the widow arose early, gazed a little while with
delight upon the sleeping daughter of her heart, pressed a kiss upon
her cheek so softly as not to disturb her rest, and then, leaving her
still in the deep, sweet sleep of wearied youth, she went down-stairs
to get a nice breakfast.
Luckily a farmer's cart was just passing the road before the cottage
on its way to market.
Marah took out her little purse from her pocket, hailed the driver
and expended half her little store in purchasing two young chickens,
some eggs and some dried peaches, saying to herself:
Dear Clara always had a good appetite, and healthy young human
nature must live substantially in spite of all its little heart-aches.
While Marah was preparing the chicken for the gridiron the door at
the foot of the stairs opened and Clara came in, looking, after her
night's rest, as fresh as a rosebud.
What! up with the sun, my darling? said Marah, going to meet her.
Yes, mamma! Oh! it is so good to be here with you in this nice,
quiet place, with no one to make me shudder! But you must let me help
you, mamma! See! I will set the table and make the toast!
Oh, Miss Clara
Yes, I will! I have been ill used and made miserable, and now you
must pet me, mamma, and let me have my own way and help you to cook our
little meals and to make the house tidy and afterward to work those
buttonholes in the shirts you were spoiling your gentle eyes over last
night. Oh! if they will only let me stay here with you and be at peace,
we shall be very happy together, you and I! said Clara, as she drew
out the little table and laid the cloth.
My dear child, may the Lord make you as happy as your sweet
affection would make me! said Marah.
We can work for our living together, continued Clara, as she gaily
flitted about from the dresser to the table, placing the cups and
saucers and plates. You can sew the seams and do the plain hemming,
and I can work the buttonholes and stitch the bosoms, collars and
wristbands! And 'if the worst comes to the worst,' we can hang out our
little shingle before the cottage gate, inscribed with:
MRS. ROCKE AND DAUGHTER.
Orders executed with neatness and dispatch.
We'd drive a thriving business, mamma, I assure you, said Clara,
as she sat down on a low stool at the hearth and began to toast the
I trust in heaven that it will never come to that with you, my
Why? Why, mamma? Why should I not taste of toil and care as well as
others a thousand times better than myself? Why should not I work as
well as you and Traverse, mamma? I stand upon the broad platform of
human rights, and I say I have just as good a right to work as others!
said Clara, with a pretty assumption of obstinacy, as she placed the
plate of toast upon the board.
Doubtless, dear Clara, you may play at work just as much as you
please; but heaven forbid you should ever have to work at work!
replied Mrs. Rocke as she placed the coffee pot and the dish of broiled
chicken on the table.
Why, mamma, I do not think that is a good prayer at all! That is a
wicked, proud prayer, Mrs. Marah Rocke! Why shouldn't your daughter
really toil as well as other people's daughters, I'd like to be
informed? said Clara, mockingly, as they both took their seats at the
I think, dear Clara, that you must have contracted some of your
eccentric little friend Capitola's ways, from putting on her habit! I
never before saw you in such gay spirits! said Mrs. Rocke, as she
poured out the coffee.
Oh, mamma; it is but the glad rebound of the freed bird! I am so
glad to have escaped from that dark prison of the Hidden House and to
be here with you. But tell me, mamma, is my old home occupied?
No, my dear; no tenant has been found for it. The property is in
the hands of an agent to let, but the house remains quite vacant and
Why is that? asked Clara.
Why, my love, for the strangest reason! The foolish country people
say that since the doctor's death the place has been haunted!
Yes, my dear, so the foolish people say, and they get wiser ones to
What exactly do they say? I hopeI hope they do not trifle with my
dear father's honored name and memory?
Oh, no, my darling! no! but they say that although the house is
quite empty and deserted by the living strange sights and sounds are
heard and seen by passers-by at night. Lights appear at the upper
windows from which pale faces look out.
How very strange! said Clara.
Yes, my dear, and these stories have gained such credence that no
one can be found to take the house.
So much the better, dear mamma, for if the new judge of the
Orphans' Court should give a decision in our favor, as he must, when he
hears the evidence, old and new, you and I can move right into it and
need not then enter the shirt-making line of business!
Heaven grant it, my dear! But now, Clara, my love, we must lose no
time in seeing Doctor Williams, lest your guardian should pursue you
here and give you fresh trouble.
Clara assented to this, and they immediately arose from the table,
cleared away the service, put the room in order and went up-stairs to
put on their bonnets, Mrs. Rocke lending Clara her own best bonnet and
shawl. When they were quite ready they locked up the house and set out
for the town.
It was a bright, frosty, invigorating winter's morning, and the two
friends walked rapidly until they reached Doctor Williams' house.
The kind old man was at home, and was much surprised and pleased to
see his visitors. He invited them into his parlor, and when he had
heard their story, he said:
This is a much more serious affair than the other. We must employ
counsel. Witnesses must be brought from the neighborhood of the Hidden
House. You are aware that the late judge of the Orphans' Court has been
appointed to a high office under the government at Washington. The man
that has taken his place is a person of sound integrity, who will do
his duty. It remains only for us to prove the justice of our cause to
his satisfaction, and all will be well.
Oh, I trust in heaven that it will be, said Marah, fervently.
You two must stay in my house until the affair is decided. You
might possibly be safe from real injury; but you could not be free from
molestation in your unprotected condition at the cottage, said Doctor
Clara warmly expressed her thanks.
You had better go home now and pack up what you wish to bring, and
put out the fire and close up the house and come here immediately. In
the mean time I will see your dear father's solicitor and be ready with
my report by the time you get back, said Doctor Williams, promptly
taking his hat to go.
Mrs. Rocke and Clara set out for the cottage, which they soon
Throwing off her bonnet and shawl, Clara said:
Now, mamma, the very first thing I shall do will be to write to
Traverse, so that we can send the letter by to-day's mail and set his
mind at rest. I shall simply tell him that our mutual letters have
failed to reach their destination, but that I am now on a visit to you,
and that while I remain here nothing can interrupt our correspondence.
I shall not speak of the coming suit until we see how it will end.
Mrs. Rocke approved this plan, and placed writing materials on the
table. And while the matron employed herself in closing up the rooms,
packing up what was needful to take with them to the doctor's and
putting out the fire, Clara wrote and sealed her letter. They then put
on their bonnets, locked up the house, and set out. They called at the
post-office just in time to mail their letter, and they reached the
doctor's house just as he himself walked up to the door, accompanied by
the lawyer. The latter greeted the daughter of his old client and her
friend, and they all went into the house together.
In the doctor's study the whole subject of Clara's flight and its
occasion was talked over, and the lawyer agreed to commence proceedings
CHAPTER XII. CAP RESTS ON HER
LAURELS AND SPOILS FOR A FIGHT.
'Tis hardly in a body's power,
To keep at times frae being sour,
To see how things are shared;
How best o' chiels are whiles in want,
While coofs on countless thousands rant,
And ken na how to wear 't.
Leaving Clara Day and Marah Rocke in a home of safety, plenty and
kindness, in the old doctor's house, we must run down to Hurricane Hall
to see what mischief Cap has been getting into since we left her! In
truth, none! Cap had had such a surfeit of adventures that she was fain
to lie by and rest upon her laurels. Besides, there seemed just now
nothing to dono tyrants to take down, no robbers to capture, no
distressed damsels to deliver, and Cap was again in danger of spoiling
for a fight. And then Herbert Greyson was at the HallHerbert Greyson
whom she vowed always did make a Miss Nancy of her! And so Cap had to
content herself for a week with quiet mornings of needlework at her
workstand, with Herbert to read to or talk with her; sober afternoon
rides, attended by Herbert and Old Hurricane; and hum-drum evenings at
the chess board, with the same Herbert, while Major Warfield dozed in a
great sleepy hollow of an armchair.
One afternoon when they were out riding through the woods beyond the
Demon's Run, a Sheriff's officer rode up, and bowing to the party,
presented a suspicious-looking document to Capitola and a similar one
to Herbert Greyson. And while Old Hurricane stared his eyes half out,
the parties most interested opened the papers, which they found to be
rather pressing invitations to be present at a certain solemnity at
Staunton. In a word, they were subpoenaed to give testimony in the case
of Williams vs. Le Noir.
Here's a diabolical dilemma! said Old Hurricane to himself, as
soon as he learned the purport of these documents.
Here I shall have to bring Cap into court face to face with that
demon to bear witness against him! Suppose losing one ward, he should
lay claim to another! Ah, but he can't, without foully criminating
himself! Well, well, we shall see!
While Old Hurricane was cogitating Cap was exulting.
Oh, won't I tell all I know! Yes, and more, too! she exclaimed, in
'More, too!' Oh, hoity-toity! Never say more, too! said Herbert
I will, for I'll tell all I suspect! said Cap, galloping on ahead,
in her eagerness to get home and pack up for her journey.
The next day Old Hurricane, Herbert Greyson, Capitola, Pitapat and
Wool went by stage to Staunton. They put up at the Planters' and
Farmers' Hotel, whence Herbert Greyson and Capitola soon sallied forth
to see Clara and Mrs. Rocke. They soon found the doctor's house, and
were ushered into the parlor in the presence of their friends.
The meeting between Capitola and Clara and between Mrs. Rocke and
Herbert was very cordial. And then Herbert introduced Capitola to Mrs.
Rocke and Cap presented Herbert to Clara. And they all entered into
conversation upon the subject of the coming lawsuit, and the
circumstances that led to it. And Clara and Capitola related to each
other all that had happened to each after their exchanging clothes and
parting. And when they had laughed over their mutual adventures and
misadventures, Herbert and Capitola took leave and returned to their
Herbert Greyson was the most serious of the whole family. Upon
reaching the hotel he went to his own room and fell into deep
reflection. And this was the course of his thought:
Ira Warfield and Marah Rocke are here in the same townbrought
hither upon the same errandto-morrow to meet in the same court-room!
And yet not either of them suspects the presence of the other! Mrs.
Rocke does not know that in Capitola's uncle she will behold Major
Warfield! He does not foresee that in Clara's matronly friend he will
behold Marah Rocke! And Le Noir, the cause of all their misery, will be
present also! What will be the effect of this unexpected meeting? Ought
I not to warn one or the other? Let me thinkno! For were I to warn
Major Warfield he would absent himself. Should I drop a hint to Marah
she would shrink from the meeting! No, I will leave it all to
Providenceperhaps the sight of her sweet, pale face and soft,
appealing eyes, so full of constancy and truth, may touch that stern
old heart! Heaven grant it may! concluded Herbert Greyson.
The next day the suit came on.
At an early hour Doctor Williams appeared, having in charge Clara
Day, who was attended by her friend Mrs. Rocke. They were accommodated
with seats immediately in front of the judge.
Very soon afterward Major Warfield, Herbert Greyson and Capitola
entered, and took their places on the witness's bench, at the right
side of the court-room.
Herbert watched Old Hurricane, whose eyes were spellbound to the
bench where sat Mrs. Rocke and Clara. Both were dressed in deep
mourning, with their veils down and their faces toward the judge. But
Herbert dreaded every instant that Marah Rocke should turn her head and
meet that fixed, wistful look of Old Hurricane. And he wondered what
strange instinct it could be that riveted the old man's regards to that
At last, to Herbert's great uneasiness, Major Warfield turned and
commenced questioning him:
Who is that woman in mourning?
Hemmthat one with the flaxen curls under her bonnet is Miss
I don't mean the girl, I mean the woman sitting by her?
That ishemhemthat is Doctor Williams sitting
Old Hurricane turned abruptly around and favored his nephew with a
severe, scrutinizing gaze, demanding:
Herbert, have you been drinking so early in the morning? Demmy,
sir, this is not the season for mint juleps before breakfast! Is that
great, stout, round-bodied, red-faced old Doctor Williams a little
woman? I see him sitting on the right of Miss Day. I didn't refer to
him! I referred to that still, quiet little woman sitting on her left,
who has never stirred hand or foot since she sat down there. Who is
That woman? Oh, she?yesah, let me seeshe is aMiss Day's
companion! faltered Herbert.
To the demon with you! Who does not see that? But who is she? What
is her name? abruptly demanded Old Hurricane.
Her name is aadid you ever see her before, sir?
I don't know! That is what I am trying to remember; but, sir, will
you answer my question?
You seem very much interested in her.
You seem very much determined not to let me know who she is! Hang
it, sir, will you or will you not tell me that woman's name?
Certainly, said Herbert. Her name is He was about to say
Marah Rocke, but moral indignation overpowered him and he paused.
Well, well, her name is what? impatiently demanded Old Hurricane.
Mrs. Warfield! answered Herbert, doggedly.
And just at that unfortunate moment Marah turned her pale face and
beseeching eyes around and met the full gaze of her husband!
In an instant her face blanched to marble and her head sank upon the
railing before her bench. Old Hurricane was too dark to grow pale, but
his bronzed cheek turned as gray as his hair, which fairly lifted
itself on his head. Grasping his walking stick with both his hands, he
tottered to his feet, and, muttering:
I'll murder you for this, Herbert! he strode out of the
Marah's head rested for about a minute on the railing before her and
when she lifted it again her face was as calm and patient as before.
This little incident had passed without attracting attention from
any one except Capitola, who, sitting on the other side of Herbert
Greyson, had heard the little passage of words between him and her
uncle, and had seen the latter start up and go out, and who now,
turning to her companion, inquired:
What is the meaning of all this, Herbert?
It meansSatan! And now attend to what is going on! Mr. Sauter has
stated the case, and now Stringfellow, the attorney for the other side,
is just telling the judge that he stands there in the place of his
client, Lieutenant-Colonel Le Noir, who, being ordered to join General
Taylor in Mexico, is upon the eve of setting out and cannot be here in
And is that true? Won't he be here?
It seems not. I think he is ashamed to appear after what has
happened, and just takes advantage of a fair excuse to absent himself.
And is he really going to Mexico?
Oh, yes! I saw it officially announced in this morning's papers.
And, by the bye, I am very much afraid he is to take command of our
regiment, and be my superior officer!
Oh, Herbert, I hope and pray not! I think there is wickedness
enough packed up in that man's body to sink a squadron or lose an
Well, Cap, such things will happen. Attention! There's Sauter,
ready to call his witnesses! And, in truth, the next moment Capitola
Black was called to the stand.
Cap took her place and gave her evidence con amore, and with such
vim and such expressions of indignation, that Stringfellow reminded her
she was there to give testimony, and not to plead the cause.
Cap rejoined that she was perfectly willing to do both! And so she
continued not only to tell the acts, but to express her opinions as to
the motives of Le Noir, and give her judgment as to what should be the
decision of the court.
Stringfellow, the attorney for Colonel Le Noir, evidently thought
that in this rash, reckless, spirited witness he had a fine subject for
sarcastic cross-examination! But he reckoned without his host. He did
not know Cap! He, too, caught a Tartar. And before the
cross-examination was concluded, Capitola's apt and cutting replies had
overwhelmed him with ridicule and confusion, and done more for the
cause of her friend than all her partisans put together!
Other witnesses were called to corroborate the testimony of
Capitola, and still others were examined to prove the last expressed
wishes of the late William Day, in regard to the disposal of his
daughter's person during the period of her minority.
There was no effective rebutting evidence, and after some hard
arguing by the attorneys on both sides, the case was closed, and the
judge deferred his decision until the third day thereafter.
The parties then left the court and returned to their several
Old Hurricane gave no one a civil word that day. Wool was an
atrocious villain, an incendiary scoundrel, a cut-throat, and a black
demon. Cap was a beggar, a vagabond and a vixen. Herbert Greyson was
another beggar, besides being a knave, a fop and an impudent puppy. The
innkeeper was a swindler, the waiters thieves, the whole world was
going to ruin, where it well deserved to go, and all mankind to the
demonas he hoped and trusted they would!
And all this tornado of passion and invective arose just because he
had unexpectedly met in the court-room the patient face and beseeching
eyes of a woman, married and forsaken, loved and lost, long ago!
Was it strange that Herbert, who had so resented his treatment of
Marah Rocke, should bear all his fury, injustice and abuse of himself
and others with such compassionate forbearance? But he not only forbore
to resent his own affronts, but also besought Capitola to have patience
with the old man's temper and apologized to the host by saying that
Major Warfield had been very severely tried that day, and when calmer
would be the first to regret the violence of his own words.
Marah Rocke returned with Clara to the old doctor's house. She was
more patient, silent and quiet than before. Her face was a little
paler, her eyes softer, and her tones lowerthat was the only visible
effect of the morning's unexpected rencounter.
The next day but one all the parties concerned assembled at the
court-house to hear the decision of the judge. It was given, as had
been anticipated, in favor of Clara Day, who was permitted, in
accordance with her father's approved wishes, to reside in her
patrimonial home under the care of Mrs. Rocke. Colonel Le Noir was to
remain trustee of the property, with directions from the court
immediately to pay the legacies left by the late Doctor Day to Marah
Rocke and Traverse Rocke, and also to pay to Clara Day, in quarterly
instalments, from the revenue of her property, an annual sum of money
sufficient for her support.
This decision filled the hearts of Clara and her friends with joy.
Forgetting time, and place, she threw herself into the arms of Marah
Rocke and wept with delight. All concerned in the trial then sought
Clara and Mrs. Rocke returned to the cottage to make preparations
for removing to Willow Heights.
Doctor Williams went to the agent of the property to require him to
give up the keys, which he did without hesitation.
Old Hurricane and his party packed up to be ready for the stage to
take them to Tip-Top the next day.
But that night a series of mysterious events were said to have taken
place at the deserted house at Willow Heights that filled the whole
community with superstitious wonder. It was reported by numbers of
gardeners and farmers, who passed that road, on their way to early
market, that a perfect witches' sabbath had been held in that empty
house all night; that lights had appeared, flitting from room to room;
that strange, weird faces had looked out from the windows; and wild
screams had pierced the air!
The next day when this report reached the ears of Clara, and she was
asked by Doctor Williams whether she would not be afraid to live there,
she laughed gaily and bade him try her.
Cap, who had come over to take leave of Clara, joined her in her
merriment, declared that she, for her part, doted on ghosts, and that
after Herbert Greyson's departure she should come and visit Clara and
help her to entertain the specters.
Clara replied that she should hold her to her promise. And so the
friends kissed and separated.
That same day saw several removals.
Clara and Mrs. Rocke took up their abode at Willow Heights and
seized an hour even of that busy time to write to Traverse and apprise
him of their good fortune.
Old Hurricane and his party set out for their home, where they
arrived before nightfall.
And the next day but one Herbert Greyson took leave of his friends
and departed to join his company on their road to glory.
CHAPTER XIII. BLACK DONALD.
Feared, shunned, belied ere youth had lost her force,
He hated men too much to feel remorse,
And thought the vice of wrath a sacred call,
To pay the injuries of some on all.
There was a laughing devil in his sneer,
That caused emotions both of rage and fear:
And where his frown of hatred darkly fell,
Hope, withering fled and mercy sighed farewell!
Herbert Greyson had been correct in his conjecture concerning the
cause of Colonel Le Noir's conduct in absenting himself from the trial,
or appearing there only in the person of his attorney. A proud, vain,
conceited man, full of Joseph Surfacisms, he could better have borne to
be arraigned upon the charge of murder than to face the accusation of
baseness that was about to be proved upon him. Being reasonably certain
as to what was likely to be the decision of the Orphans' Court, he was
not disappointed in hearing that judgment had been rendered in favor of
his ward and her friends. His one great disappointment had been upon
discovering the flight of Clara. For when he had ascertained that she
had fled, he knew that all was lostand lost through Capitola, the
hated girl for whose destruction he had now another and a stronger
In this mood of mind three days before his departure to join his
regiment he sought the retreat of the outlaw. He chose an early hour of
the evening as that in which he should be most likely to find Black
It was about eight o'clock when he wrapped his large cloak around
his tall figure, pulled his hat low over his sinister brow and set out
to walk alone to the secret cavern in the side of the Demon's Punch
The night was dark and the path dangerous; but his directions had
been careful, so that when he reached the brink of that awful abyss he
knew precisely where to begin his descent with the least danger of
being precipitated to the bottom.
And by taking a strong hold upon the stunted saplings of pine and
cedar that grew down through the clefts of the ravine, and placing his
feet firmly upon the points of projecting rocks, he contrived to
descend the inside of that horrible abyss, which from the top seemed to
be fraught with certain death to any one daring enough to make the
When about half-way down the precipice he reached the clump of cedar
bushes growing in the deep cleft, and concealing the hole that formed
the entrance to the cavern.
Here he paused, and, looking through the entrance into a dark and
apparently fathomless cavern, he gave the peculiar signal whistle,
which was immediately answered from within by the well-known voice of
the outlaw chief, saying:
All right, my colonel! Give us your hand! Be careful, now, the
floor of this cavern is several feet below the opening.
Le Noir extended his hand into the darkness within and soon felt it
grasped by that of Black Donald, who, muttering:
Slowly, slowly, my colonel! succeeded in guiding him down the
utter darkness of the subterranean descent until they stood upon the
firm bottom of the cavern.
They were still in the midst of a blackness that might be felt,
except that from a small opening in the side of the rock a light
gleamed. Toward this second opening Black Donald conducted his patron.
And stooping and passing before him, led him into an inner cavern,
well lighted and rudely fitted up. Upon a large natural platform of
rock, occupying the center of the space, were some dozen bottles of
brandy or whisky, several loaves of bread and some dried venison.
Around this rude table, seated upon fragments of rock, lugged thither
for the purpose, were some eight or ten men of the band, in various
stages of intoxication. Along the walls were piles of bearskins, some
of which served as couches for six or seven men, who had thrown
themselves down upon them in a state of exhaustion or drunken stupor.
Come, boys, we have not a boundless choice of apartments here, and
I want to talk to my colonel! Suppose you take your liquor and bread
and meat into the outer cavern and give us the use of this one for an
hour, said the outlaw.
The men sullenly obeyed and began to gather up the viands. Demon
Dick seized one of the lights to go after them.
Put down the glim! Satan singe your skin for you! Do you want to
bring a hue and cry upon us? Don't you know a light in the outer cavern
can be seen from the outside? roared Black Donald.
Dick sulkily set down the candle and followed his comrades.
What are you glummering about, confound you! You can see to eat and
drink well enough and find your way to your mouth, in the dark, you
brute! thundered the captain. But as there was no answer to this and
the men had retreated and left their chief with his visitor alone,
Black Donald turned to Colonel Le Noir and said:
Well, my patron, what great matter is it that has caused you to
leave the company of fair Clara Day for our grim society?
Ah, then, it appears you are not aware that Clara Day has fled from
ushas made a successful appeal to the Orphans' Court, and been taken
out of our hands? angrily replied Colonel Le Noir.
Whe-ew! My colonel, I think I could have managed that matter
better! I think if I had had that girl in my power as you had, she
should not have escaped me!
Bah! bah! bah! Stop boasting, since it was through your
neglectyours! yours! that I lost this girl!
Mine! exclaimed Black Donald, in astonishment.
Aye, yours! for if you had done your duty, performed your
engagement, kept your word, and delivered me from this fatal Capitola,
I had not lost my ward, nor my son his wealthy bride! exclaimed Le
Capitola! Capitola again! What on earth had she to do with the loss
of Clara Day? cried Black Donald, in wonder.
Everything to do with it, sir! By a cunning artifice she delivered
Clara from our poweractually set her free and covered her flight
until she was in security!
That girl again! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! Ho, ho, ho ho, ho! laughed
and roared Black Donald, slapping his knees.
Le Noir ground and gnashed his teeth in rage, muttering hoarsely:
Yes, you may laugh, confound you, since it is granted those who win
to do so! You may laugh; for you have done me out of five thousand
dollars, and what on earth have you performed to earn it?
Come, come, my colonel, fair and easy! I don't know which is
vulgarest, to betray loss of temper or love of money, and you are doing
both. However, it is between friends. But how the demon did that girl,
that capital Capitola, get Clara off from right under your eyes?
By changing clothes with her, confound you! I will tell you all
about it, replied Le Noir, who thereupon commenced and related the
whole stratagem by which Capitola freed Clara, including the manner in
which she accompanied them to the church and revealed herself at the
Black Donald threw himself back and roared with laughter, vigorously
slapping his knees and crying:
That girl! that capital Capitola! I would not sell my prospect of
possessing her for double your bribe.
Your 'prospect!' Your prospect is about as deceptive as a fata
morgana! What have you been doing, I ask you again, toward realizing
this prospect and earning the money you have already received?
Fair and easy, my colonel! Don't let temper get the better of
justice! What have I been doing toward earning the money you have
already paid me? In the first place, I lost time and risked my liberty
watching around Hurricane Hall. Then, when I had identified the girl
and the room she slept in by seeing her at the window, I put three of
my best men in jeopardy to capture her. Then, when she, the witch, had
captured them, I sacrificed all my good looks, transmogrifying myself
into a frightful old field preacher, and went to the camp-meeting to
watch, among other things, for an opportunity of carrying her off. The
sorceress! she gave me no such opportunity. I succeeded in nothing
except in fooling the wiseacres and getting admitted to the prison of
my comrades, whom I furnished with instruments by which they made their
escape. Since that time we have had to lie lowyes, literally to lie
lowto keep out of sight, to burrow under ground; in a word, to live
in this cavern.
And since which you have abandoned all intention of getting the
girl and earning the five thousand dollars, sneered Le Noir.
Earning the remaining five thousand, you mean, colonel. The first
five thousand I consider I have already earned. It was the last five
thousand that I was to get when the girl should be disposed of.
Well, I have not given up either the intention of earning the money
or the hope of getting the girl; in truth, I had rather lose the money
than the girl. I have been on the watch almost continually; but, though
I suppose she rides out frequently, I have not yet happened to hit upon
her in any of her excursions. At last, however, I have fixed upon a
plan for getting the witch into my power. I shall trust the execution
of my plan to no one but myself. But I must have time.
Time! perdition, sir! delay in this matter is fraught with danger!
Listen, sir! How Warfield got possession of this girl or the knowledge
of her history I do not know, except that it was through the agency of
that accursed hag Nancy Grewell. But that he has her and that he knows
all about her is but too certain. That he has not at present legal
proof enough to establish her identity and her rights before a court of
justice I infer from the fact of his continuing inactive in the matter.
But who can foresee how soon he may obtain all the proof that is
necessary to establish Capitola's claims and wrest the whole of this
property from me? Who can tell whether he is not now secretly engaged
in seeking and collecting such proof? Therefore, I repeat that the girl
must immediately be got rid of! Donald, rid me of that creature and the
day that you prove to me her death I will double your fee!
Agreed, my colonel, agreed! I have no objection to your doubling,
or even quadrupling, my fee. You shall find me in that, as in all other
matters, perfectly amenable to reason. Only I must have time. Haste
would ruin us. I repeat that I have a plan by which I am certain to get
the girl into my possessiona plan the execution of which I will
entrust to no other hands but my own. But I conclude as I beganI must
And how much time? exclaimed Le Noir, again losing his patience.
Easy, my patron. That I cannot tell you. It is imprudent to make
promises, especially to you, who will take nothing into consideration
when they cannot be kept, replied Black Donald, coolly.
But, sir, do you not know that I am ordered to Mexico, and must
leave within three days? I would see the end of this before I go,
angrily exclaimed Le Noir.
Softly, softly, my child the colonel! 'Slow and sure!' 'Fair and
easy goes far in a day!'
In a word, will you do this business for me and do it promptly?
Surely, surely, my patron! But I insist upon time.
But I go to Mexico in three days.
All honor go with you, my colonel. Who would keep his friend from
the path of glory?
Perdition, sir, you trifle with me.
Perdition, certainly, colonel; there I perfectly agree with you.
But the rest of your sentence is wrong; I don't trifle with you.
What in the fiend's name do you mean?
Nothing in the name of any absent friend of ours. I mean simply
that you may go toMexico!
Can be done just as well, perhaps better, without you. Recollect,
if you please, my colonel, that when you were absent with Harrison in
the West your great business was done here without you! And done better
for that very reason! No one even suspected your agency in that matter.
The person most benefited by the death of Eugene Le Noir was far enough
from the scene of his murder.
Hush! Perdition seize you! Why do you speak of things so long
past? exclaimed Le Noir, growing white to his very lips.
To jog your worship's memory and suggest that your honor is the
last man who ought to complain of this delay, since it will be very
well for you to be in a distant land serving your country at the time
that your brother's heiress, whose property you illegally hold, is got
out of your way.
There is something in that, mused Le Noir.
There is all in that!
You have a good brain, Donald.
What did I tell you? I ought to have been in the cabinetand mean
to be, too! But, colonel, as I mean to conclude my part of the
engagement, I should like, for fear of accidents, that you conclude
yoursand settle with me before you go.
What do you mean?
That you should fork over to me the remaining five thousand.
I'll see you at the demon first, passionately exclaimed Le Noir.
No, you won't, for in that case you'd have to make way with the
girl yourself, or see Old Hurricane make way with all your fortune.
Wretch that you are!
Come, come, colonel, don't let's quarrel. The Kingdom of Satan
divided against itself cannot stand. Do not let us lose time by falling
out. I will get rid of the girl. You, before you go, must hand over the
tin, lest you should fall in battle and your heirs dispute the debt!
Shell out, my colonel! Shell out and never fear! Capitola shall be a
wife and Black Donald a widower before many weeks shall pass.
I'll do it! I have no time for disputation, as you know, and you
profit by the knowledge. I'll do it, though under protest, muttered Le
Noir, grinding his teeth.
That's my brave and generous patron! said Black Donald, as he
arose to attend Le Noir from the cavern; that's my magnificent colonel
of cavalry! The man who runs such risks for you should be very
CHAPTER XIV. GLORY.
What Alexander sighed for,
What Cæsar's soul possessed,
What heroes, saints have died for,
Within three days after his settlement with Black Donald, Colonel Le
Noir left home to join his regiment, ordered to Mexico.
He was accompanied by his son Craven Le Noir as far as Baltimore,
from which port the reinforcements were to sail for New Orleans, en
route for the seat of war.
Here, at the last moment, when the vessel was about to weigh anchor,
Craven Le Noir took leave of his father and set out for the Hidden
And here Colonel Le Noir's regiment was joined by the company of new
recruits in which Herbert Greyson held a commission as lieutenant, and
thus the young man's worst forebodings were realized in having for a
traveling companion and superior officer the man of whom he had been
destined to make a mortal enemy, Colonel Le Noir. However, Herbert soon
marked out his course of conduct, which was to avoid Le Noir as much as
was consistent with his own official duty, and, when compelled to meet
him, to deport himself with the cold ceremony of a subordinate to a
Le Noir, on his part, treated Herbert with an arrogant scorn
amounting to insult, and used every opportunity afforded him by his
position to wound and humiliate the young lieutenant.
After a quick and prosperous voyage they reached New Orleans, where
they expected to be farther reinforced by a company of volunteers who
had come down the Mississippi river from St. Louis. These volunteers
were now being daily drilled at their quarters in the city, and were
only waiting the arrival of the vessel to be enrolled in the regiment.
One morning, a few days after the ship reached harbor, Herbert
Greyson went on shore to the military rendezvous to see the new
recruits exercised. While he stood within the enclosure watching their
evolutions under the orders of an officer, his attention became
concentrated upon the form of a young man of the rank and file who was
marching in a line with many others having their backs turned toward
him. That form and gait seemed familiarthe circumstances in which he
saw them againpainfully familiar. And yet he could not identify the
man. While he gazed, the recruits, at the word of command, suddenly
wheeled and faced about. And Herbert could scarcely repress an
exclamation of astonishment and regret.
That young man in the dress of a private soldier was Clara Day's
betrothed, the widow's only son, Traverse Rocke! While Herbert
continued to gaze in surprise and grief, the young recruit raised his
eyes, recognized his friend, flushed up to his very temples and cast
his eyes down again. The rapid evolutions soon wheeled them around, and
the next order sent them into their quarters.
Herbert's time was also up, and he returned to his duty.
The next day Herbert went to the quarters of the new recruits and
sought out his young friend, whom he found loitering about the grounds.
Again Traverse blushed deeply as the young lieutenant approached. But
Herbert Greyson, letting none of his regret appear, since now it would
be worse than useless in only serving to give pain to the young
private, went up to him cordially and shook his hands, saying:
Going to serve your country, eh, Traverse? Well, I am heartily glad
to see you, at any rate.
But heartily sorry to see me here, enlisted as a private in a
company of raw recruits, looking not unlike Falstaff's ragged
Nay; I did not say that, Traverse. Many a private in the ranks has
risen to be a general officer, replied Herbert, encouragingly.
Traverse laughed good humoredly, saying:
It does not look much like that in my case. This dress, he said,
looking down at his coarse, ill-fitting uniform, cowhide shoes, etc.;
this dress, this drilling, these close quarters, coarse food and mixed
company are enough to take the military ardor out of any one!
Traverse, you talk like a petit maître, which is not at all your
character. Effeminacy is not your vice.
Nor any other species of weakness, do you mean? Ah, Herbert, your
aspiring hopeful, confident old friend is considerably taken down in
his ideas of himself, his success and life in general! I went to the
West with high hopes. Six months of struggling against indifference,
neglect and accumulated debts lowered them down! I carried out letters
and made friends, but their friendship began and ended in wishing me
well. While trying to get into profitable practice I got into debt.
Meanwhile I could not hear from my betrothed in all those months. An
occasional letter from her might have prevented this step. But troubles
gathered around me, debts increased and
Creditors were cruel. It is the old story; my poor boy!
No; my only creditors were my landlady and my laundress, two poor
widows who never willingly distressed me, but who occasionally asked
for 'that little amount' so piteously that my heart bled to lack it to
give them. And as victuals and clean shirts were absolute necessaries
of life, every week my debts increased. I could have faced a prosperous
male creditor, and might, perhaps, have been provoked to bully such an
one, had he been inclined to be cruel; but I could not face poor women
who, after all, I believe, are generally the best friends a struggling
young man can have; and so, not to bore a smart young lieutenant with a
poor private's antecedents
I will even make an end of my story. 'At last there came a weary
day when hope and faith beneath the weight gave way.' And, hearing that
a company of volunteers was being raised to go to Mexico, I enlisted,
sold my citizen's wardrobe and my little medical library, paid my
debts, made my two friends, the poor widows, some acceptable presents,
sent the small remnant of the money to my mother, telling her that I
was going farther south to try my fortune, andhere I am.
You did not tell her that you had enlisted?
Oh, Traverse, how long ago was it that you left St. Louis?
Just two weeks.
Ah! if you had only had patience for a few days longer! burst
unaware from Herbert's bosom. In an instant he was sorry for having
spoken thus, for Traverse, with all his soul in his eyes, asked
Whywhy, Herbert? What do you mean?
Why, you should know that I did not come direct from West Point,
but from the neighborhood of Staunton and Hurricane Hall.
Did you? Oh, did you? Then you may be able to give me news of Clara
and my dear mother, exclaimed Traverse, eagerly.
Yes, I ampleasant news, said Herbert, hesitating in a manner
which no one ever hesitated before in communicating good tidings.
Thank heaven! oh, thank heaven! What is it, Herbert? How is my dear
mother getting on? Where is my best Clara?
They are both living together at Willow Heights, according to the
wishes of the late Doctor Day. A second appeal to the Orphans' Court
made in behalf of Clara by her next friend, Doctor Williams, about a
month ago, proved more successful. And if you had waited a few days
longer before enlisting and leaving St. Louis, you would have received
a letter from Clara to the same effect, and one from Doctor Williams
apprizing you that your mother had received her legacy, and that the
thousand dollars left you by Doctor Day had been paid into the
Agricultural Bank, subject to your orders.
Oh, heaven! had I but waited three days longer! exclaimed
Traverse, in such acute distress that Herbert hastened to console him
Do not repine, Traverse; these things go by fate. It was your
destinylet us hope it will prove a glorious one.
It was my impatience! exclaimed Traverse. It was my impatience!
Doctor Day always faithfully warned me against it; always told me that
most of the errors, sins and miseries of this world arose from simple
impatience, which is want of faith. And now I know it! and now I know
it! What had I, who had an honorable profession, to do with becoming a
Well, well, it is honorable at least to serve your country, said
If a foreign foe invaded her shores, yes; but what had I to do with
invading another's country?enlisting for a war of the rights and
wrongs of which I know no more than anybody else does? Growing
impatient because fortune did not at once empty her cornucopia upon my
head! Oh, fool!
You blame yourself too severely, Traverse. Your act was natural
enough and justifiable enough, much as it is to be regretted, said
Come, come, sit on this plank bench beside meif you are not
ashamed to be seen with a private who is also a donkeyand tell me all
about it. Show me the full measure of the happiness I have so
recklessly squandered away, exclaimed Traverse, desperately.
I will sit beside you and tell you everything you wish to know, on
condition that you stop berating yourself in a manner that fills me
with indignation, replied Herbert, as they went to a distant part of
the dusty enclosure and took their seats upon a rude bench.
Oh, Herbert, bear with me; I could dash my wild, impatient head
against a stone wall!
That would not be likely to clear or strengthen your brains, said
Herbert, who thereupon commenced and told Traverse the whole history of
the persecution of Clara Day at the Hidden House; the interception of
her letters; the attempt made to force her into a marriage with Craven
Le Noir; her deliverance from her enemies by the address and courage of
Capitola; her flight to Staunton and refuge with Mrs. Rocke; her appeal
to the court, and finally her success and her settlement under the
charge of her matronly friend at Willow Heights.
Traverse had not listened patiently to this account. He heard it
with many bursts of irrepressible indignation and many involuntary
starts of wild passion. Toward the last he sprang up and walked up and
down, chafing like an angry lion in his cage.
And this man, he exclaimed, as Herbert concluded; this demon!
this beast! is now our commanding officerthe colonel of our
Yes, replied Herbert, but as such you must not call him names;
military rules are despotic; and this man, who knows your person and
knows you to be the betrothed of Clara Day, whose hand and fortune he
covets for his son, will leave no power with which his command invests
him untried to ruin and destroy you! Traverse, I say these things to
you that being 'forewarned' you maybe 'forearmed.' I trust that you
will remember your mother and your betrothed, and for their dear sakes
practise every sort of self-control, patience and forbearance under the
provocations you may receive from our colonel. And in advising you to
do this I only counsel that which I shall myself practise. I, too, am
under the ban of Le Noir for the part I played in the church in
succoring Capitola, as well as for happening to be 'the nephew of my
uncle,' Major Warfield, who is his mortal enemy.
I? Will I not be patient, after the lesson I have just learned upon
the evils of the opposite? Be easy on my account, dear old friend, I
will be as patient as Job, meek as Moses and long-suffering asmy own
sweet mother! said Traverse, earnestly.
The drum was now heard beating to quarters, and Traverse, wringing
his friend's hand, left him.
Herbert returned to his ship full of one scheme, of which he had not
spoken to Traverse lest it should prove unsuccessful. This scheme was
to procure his free discharge before they should set sail for the Rio
Grande. He had many influential friends among the officers of his
regiment, and he was resolved to tell them as much as was delicate,
proper and useful for them to know of the young recruit's private
history, in order to get their cooperation.
Herbert spent every hour of this day and the next, when off duty, in
this service of his friend. He found his brother officers easily
interested, sympathetic and propitious. They united their efforts with
his own to procure the discharge of the young recruit, but in vain; the
power of Colonel Le Noir was opposed to their influence and the
application was peremptorily refused.
Herbert Greyson did not sit down quietly under this disappointment,
but wrote an application embodying all the facts of the case to the
Secretary of War, got it signed by all the officers of the regiment and
despatched it by the first mail.
Simultaneously he took another important step for the interest of
his friend. Without hinting any particular motive, he had begged
Traverse to let him have his photograph taken, and the latter, with a
laugh at the lover-like proposal, had consented. When the likeness was
finished Herbert sent it by express to Major Warfield, accompanied by a
letter describing the excellent character and unfortunate condition of
Traverse, praying the major's interest in his behalf and concluding by
You cannot look upon the accompanying photograph of my friend and
any longer disclaim your own express image in your son.
How this affected the action of Old Hurricane will be seen
Traverse, knowing nothing of the efforts that had been and were
still being made for his discharge, suffered neither disappointment for
failure of the first nor anxiety for the issue of the last.
He wrote to his mother and Clara, congratulating them on their good
fortune; telling them that he, in common with many young men of St.
Louis, had volunteered for the Mexican War; that he was then in New
Orleans, en route for the Rio Grande, and that they would be pleased to
know that their mutual friend, Herbert Greyson, was an officer in the
same regiment of which he himself was at present a private, but with
strong hopes of soon winning his epaulettes. He endorsed an order for
his mother to draw the thousand dollars left him by Doctor Day, and he
advised her to re-deposit the sum in her own name for her own use in
case of need. Praying God's blessing upon them all, and begging their
prayers for himself, Traverse concluded his letter, which he mailed the
And the next morning the company was ordered on board and the whole
expedition set sail for the Rio Grande.
Now, we might just as easily as not accompany our troops to Mexico
and relate the feats of arms there performed with the minuteness and
fidelity of an eye-witness, since we have sat at dinner-tables where
the heroes of that war have been honored guests, and where we have
heard them fight their battles o'er till thrice the foe was slain and
thrice the field was won.
We might follow the rising star of our young lieutenant, as by his
own merits and others' mishaps he ascended from rank to rank, through
all the grades of military promotion, but need not because the feats of
LieutenantCaptainMajor and Colonel Greyson, are they not written in
the chronicles of the Mexican War?
We prefer to look after our little domestic heroine, our brave
little Cap, who, when women have their rights, shall be a
lieutenant-colonel herself. Shall she not, gentlemen?
* * * * *
In one fortnight from this time, while Mrs. Rocke and Clara were
still living comfortably at Willow Heights and waiting anxiously to
hear from Traverse, whom they still supposed to be practising his
profession at St. Louis, they received his last letter written on the
eve of his departure for the seat of war. At first the news overwhelmed
them with grief, but then they sought relief in faith, answered his
letter cheerfully and commended him to the infinite mercy of God.
CHAPTER XV. CAP CAPTIVATES A CRAVEN.
He knew himself a villain, but he deemed
The rest no better than the thing he seemed;
And scorned the best as hypocrites who hid
Those deeds the bolder spirits plainly did.
He knew himself detested, but he knew
The hearts that loathed him crouched anddreaded, too.
The unregenerate human heart is, perhaps, the most inconsistent
thing in all nature; and in nothing is it more capricious than in the
manifestations of its passions; and in no passion is it so fantastic as
in that which it miscalls love, but which is really often only
From the earliest days of manhood Craven Le Noir had been the votary
of vice, which he called pleasure. Before reaching the age of
twenty-five he had run the full course of dissipation, and found
himself ruined in health, degraded in character and disgusted with
Yet in all this experience his heart had not been once agitated with
a single emotion that deserved the name of passion. It was colder than
He had not loved Clara, though, for the sake of her money, he had
courted her so assiduously. Indeed, for the doctor's orphan girl he had
from the first conceived a strong antipathy. His evil spirit had shrunk
from her pure soul with the loathing a fiend might feel for an angel.
He had found it repugnant and difficult, almost to the extent of
impossibility, for him to pursue the courtship to which he was only
reconciled by a sense of duty tohis pocket.
It was reserved for his meeting with Capitola at the altar of the
Forest Chapel to fire his clammy heart, stagnant blood and sated senses
with the very first passion that he had ever known. Her image, as she
stood there at the altar with flashing eyes and flaming cheeks and
scathing tongue defying him, was ever before his mind's eye. There was
something about that girl so spirited, so piquant and original that she
impressed even his apathetic nature as no other woman had ever been
able to do. But what most of all attracted him to Capitola was her
diablerie. He longed to catch that little savage to his bosom and have
her at his mercy. The aversion she had exhibited toward him only
stimulated his passion.
Craven Le Noir, among his other graces, was gifted with inordinate
vanity. He did not in the least degree despair of over-coming all
Capitola's dislike to his person and inspiring her with a passion equal
to his own.
He knew well that he dared not present himself at Hurricane Hall,
but he resolved to waylay her in her rides and there to press his suit.
To this he was urged by another motive almost as strong as
He had gathered thus much from his father, that Capitola Black was
supposed to be Capitola Le Noir, the rightful heiress of all that vast
property in land, houses, iron and coal mines, foundries and furnaces,
railway shares, etc., and bank stocks, from which his father drew the
princely revenue that supported them both in their lavish extravagance
As the heiressor, rather, the rightful ownerof all this vast
fortune, Capitola was a much greater catch than poor Clara, with her
modest estate, had been. And Mr. Craven Le Noir was quite willing to
turn the tables on his father by running off with the great heiress,
and step from his irksome position of dependent upon Colonel Le Noir's
often ungracious bounty to that of the husband of the heiress and the
master of the property. Added to that was another favorable
circumstancenamely, whereas he had had a strong personal antipathy to
Clara he had as strong an attraction to Capitola, which would make his
course of courtship all the pleasanter.
In one word, he resolved to woo, win and elope with, or forcibly
abduct, Capitola Le Noir, marry her and then turn upon his father and
claim the fortune in right of his wife. The absence of Colonel Le Noir
in Mexico favored his projects, as he could not fear interruption.
Meanwhile our little madcap remained quite unconscious of the honors
designed her. She had cried every day of the first week of Herbert's
absence; every alternate day of the second; twice in the third; once in
the fourth; not at all in the fifth, and the sixth week she was quite
herself again, as full of fun and frolic and as ready for any mischief
or deviltry that might turn up.
She resumed her rides, no longer followed by Wool, because Old
Hurricane, partly upon account of his misadventure in having had the
misfortune inadvertently to lose sight of his mistress upon that
memorable occasion of the metamorphosis of Cap into Clara and partly
because of the distant absence of Le Noir, did not consider his
favorite in danger.
He little knew that a subtle and unscrupulous agent had been left
sworn to her destruction, and that another individual, almost equally
dangerous, had registered a secret vow to run off with her.
Neither did poor Cap when, rejoicing to be free from the dogging
attendance of Wool, imagine the perils to which she was exposed; nor is
it even likely that if she had she would have cared for them in any
other manner than as promising piquant adventures. From childhood she
had been inured to danger, and had never suffered harm; therefore, Cap,
like the Chevalier Bayard, was without fear and without reproach.
Craven Le Noir proceeded cautiously with his plans, knowing that
there was time enough and that all might be lost by haste. He did not
wish to alarm Capitola.
The first time he took occasion to meet her in her rides he merely
bowed deeply, even to the flaps of his saddle and, with a melancholy
smile, passed on.
Miserable wretch! He is a mean fellow to want to marry a girl
against her will, no matter how much he might have been in love with
her, and I am very glad I balked him. Still, he looks so ill and
unhappy that I can't help pitying him, said Cap, looking
compassionately at his white cheeks and languishing eyes, and little
knowing that the illness was the effect of dissipation and that the
melancholy was assumed for the occasion.
A few days after this Cap again met Craven Le Noir, who again, with
a deep bow and sad smile, passed her.
Poor fellow! he richly deserves to suffer, and I hope it may make
him better, for I am right-down sorry for him; it must be so dreadful
to lose one we love; but it was too base in him to let his father try
to compel her to have him. Suppose, now, Herbert Greyson was to take a
fancy to another girl, would I let uncle go to him and put a pistol to
his head and say, 'Cap is fond of you, you varlet! and demmy, sir, you
shall marry none but her, or receive an ounce of lead in your stupid
brains'? No, I'd scorn it; I'd forward the other wedding; I'd make the
cake and dress the bride andthen maybe I'd breakno, I'm blamed if I
would! I'd not break my heart for anybody. Set them up with it, indeed!
Neither would my dear, darling, sweet, precious Herbert treat me so,
and I'm a wretch to think of it! said Cap, with a rich, inimitable
unction as, rejoicing in her own happy love, she cheered Gyp and rode
Now, Craven Le Noir had been conscious of the relenting and
compassionate looks of Capitola, but he did not know that they were
only the pitying regards of a noble and victorious nature over a
vanquished and suffering wrong-doer. However, he still determined to be
cautious, and not ruin his prospects by precipitate action, but to
So the next time he met Capitola he raised his eyes with one deep,
sad, appealing gaze to hers, and then, bowing profoundly, passed on.
Poor man, said Cap to herself, he bears no malice toward me for
depriving him of his sweetheart; that's certain. And, badly as he
behaved, I suppose it was all for love, for I don't know how any one
could live in the same house with Clara and not be in love with her. I
should have been so myself if I'd been a man, I know!
The next time Cap met Craven and saw again that deep, sorrowful,
appealing gaze as he bowed and passed her, she glanced after him,
saying to herself:
Poor soul, I wonder what he means by looking at me in that piteous
manner? I can do nothing to relieve him. I'm sure if I could I would.
But 'the way of the transgressor is hard,' Mr. Le Noir, and he who sins
For about three weeks their seemingly accidental meetings continued
in this silent manner, so slowly did Craven make his advances. Then,
feeling more confidence, he made a considerably long step forward.
One day, when he guessed that Capitola would be out, instead of
meeting her as heretofore, he put himself in her road and, riding
slowly toward a five-barred gate, allowed her to overtake him.
He opened the gate and, bowing, held it open until she had passed.
She bowed her thanks and rode on; but presently, without the least
appearance of intruding, since she had overtaken him, he was at her
side and, speaking with downcast eyes and deferential manner, he said:
I have long desired an opportunity to express the deep sorrow and
mortification I feel for having been hurried into rudeness toward an
estimable young lady at the Forest Chapel. Miss Black, will you permit
me now to assure you of my profound repentance of that act and to
implore your pardon?
Oh, I have nothing against you, Mr. Le Noir. It was not I whom you
were intending to marry against my will; and as for what you said and
did to me, ha! ha! I had provoked it, you know, and I also afterwards
paid it in kind. It was a fair fight, in which I was the victor, and
victors should never be vindictive, said Cap, laughing, for, though
knowing him to have been violent and unjust, she did not suspect him of
being treacherous and deceitful, or imagine the base designs concealed
beneath his plausible manner. Her brave, honest nature could understand
a brute or a despot, but not a traitor.
Then, like frank enemies who have fought their fight out, yet bear
no malice toward each other, we may shake hands and be friends, I
hope, said Craven, replying in the same spirit in which she had
Well, I don't know about that, Mr. Le Noir. Friendship is a very
sacred thing, and its name should not be lightly taken on our tongues.
I hope you will excuse me if I decline your proffer, said Cap, who had
a well of deep, true, earnest feeling beneath her effervescent surface.
What! you will not even grant a repentant man your friendship, Miss
Black? asked Craven, with a sorrowful smile.
I wish you well, Mr. Le Noir. I wish you a good and, therefore, a
happy life; but I cannot give you friendship, for that means a great
Oh, I see how it is! You cannot give your friendship where you
cannot give your esteem. Is it not so?
Yes, said Capitola; that is it; yet I wish you so well that I
wish you might grow worthy of higher esteem than mine.
You are thinking of myyes, I will not shrink from characterizing
that conduct as it deservesmy unpardonable violence toward Clara.
Miss Black, I have mourned that sin from the day that I was hurried
into it until this. I have bewailed it from the very bottom of my
heart, said Craven, earnestly, fixing his eyes with an expression of
perfect truthfulness upon those of Capitola.
I am glad to hear you say so, said Cap.
Miss Black, please hear this in palliationI would not presume to
say in defenseof my conduct: I was driven to frenzy by a passion of
contending love and jealousy as violent and maddening as it was unreal
and transient. But that delusive passion has subsided, and among the
unmerited mercies for which I have to be thankful is that, in my
frantic pursuit of Clara Day, I was not cursed with success! For all
the violence into which that frenzy hurried me I have deeply repented.
I can never forgive myself, butcannot you forgive me?
Mr. Le Noir, I have nothing for which to forgive you. I am glad
that you have repented toward Clara and I wish you well, and that is
really all that I can say.
I have deserved this and I accept it, said Craven, in a tone so
mournful that Capitola, in spite of all her instincts, could not choose
but pity him.
He rode on, with his pale face, downcast eyes and melancholy
expression, until they reached a point at the back of Hurricane Hall,
where their paths diverged.
Here Craven, lifting his hat and bowing profoundly, said, in a sad
Good evening, Miss Black, and, turning his horse's head, took the
path leading down into the Hidden Hollow.
Poor young fellow! he must be very unhappy down in that miserable
place; but I can't help it. I wish he would go to Mexico with the
rest, said Cap, as she pursued her way homeward.
Not to excite her suspicion, Craven Le Noir avoided meeting Capitola
for a few days, and then threw himself in her road and, as before,
allowed her to overtake him.
Very subtly he entered into conversation with her, and, guarding
every word and look, took care to interest without alarming her. He
said no more of friendship, but a great deal of regret for wasted years
and wasted talents in the past and good resolutions for the future.
And Cap listened good humoredly. Capitola, being of a brave, hard,
firm nature, had not the sensitive perceptions, fine intuitions and
true insight into character that distinguished the more refined nature
of Clara Dayor, at least, she had not these delicate faculties in the
same perfection. Thus, her undefined suspicions of Craven's sincerity
were overborne by a sort of noble benevolence which determined her to
think the best of him which circumstances would permit.
Craven, on his part, having had more experience, was much wiser in
the pursuit of his object. He also had the advantage of being in
earnest. His passion for Capitola was sincere, and not, as it had been
in the case of Clara, simulated. He believed, therefore, that, when the
time should be ripe for the declaration of his love, he would have a
much better prospect of success, especially as Capitola, in her
ignorance of her own great fortune, must consider his proposal the very
climax of disinterestedness.
After three more weeks of riding and conversing with Capitola he
had, in his own estimation, advanced so far in her good opinion as to
make it perfectly safe to risk a declaration. And this he determined to
do upon the very first opportunity.
Chance favored him.
One afternoon Capitola, riding through the pleasant woods skirting
the back of the mountain range that sheltered Hurricane Hall, got a
fall, for which she was afterwards inclined to cuff Wool.
It happened in this way: She had come to a steep rise in the road
and urged her pony into a hard gallop, intending as she said to
herself, to storm the height, when suddenly, under the violent
strain, the girth, ill-fastened, flew apart and Miss Cap was on the
ground, buried under the fallen saddle.
With many a blessing upon the carelessness of grooms, Cap picked
herself up, put the saddle on the horse, and was engaged in drawing
under the girth when Craven Le Noir rode up, sprang from his horse and,
with anxiety depicted on his countenance, ran to the spot inquiring:
What is the matter? No serious accident, I hope and trust, Miss
No; those wretches in uncle's stables did not half buckle the
girth, and, as I was going in a hard gallop up the steep, it flew apart
and gave me a tumble; that's all, said Cap, desisting a moment from
her occupation to take breath.
You were not hurt? inquired Craven, with deep interest in his
Oh, no; there is no harm done, except to my riding skirt, which has
been torn and muddied by the fall, said Cap, laughing and resuming her
efforts to tighten the girth.
Pray permit me, said Craven, gently taking the end of the strap
from her hand; this is no work for a lady, and, besides, is beyond
Capitola, thanking him, withdrew to the side of the road, and,
seating herself upon the trunk of a fallen tree, began to brush the
dirt from her habit.
Craven adjusted and secured the saddle with great care, patted and
soothed the pony and then, approaching Capitola in the most deferential
manner, stood before her and said:
Miss Black, you will pardon me, I hope, if I tell you that the
peril I had imagined you to be in has so agitated my mind as to make it
impossible for me longer to withhold a declaration of my
sentiments Here his voice, that had trembled throughout this
disclosure, now really and utterly failed him.
Capitola looked up with surprise and interest; she had never in her
life before heard an explicit declaration of love from anybody. She and
Herbert somehow had always understood each other very well, without
ever a word of technical love-making passing between them; so Capitola
did not exactly know what was coming next.
Craven recovered his voice, and encouraged by the favorable manner
in which she appeared to listen to him, actually threw himself at her
feet and, seizing one of her hands, with much ardor and earnestness and
much more eloquence than any one would have credited him with, poured
forth the history of his passion and his hopes.
Well, I declare! said Cap, when he had finished his speech and was
waiting in breathless impatience for her answer; this is what is
called a declaration of love and a proposal of marriage, is it? It is
downright sentimental, I suppose, if I had only sense enough to
appreciate it! It is as good as a play; pity it is lost upon me!
Cruel girl! how you mock me! cried Craven, rising from his knees
and sitting beside her.
No, I don't; I'm in solemn earnest. I say it is first rate. Do it
again; I like it!
Sarcastic and merciless one, you glory in the pain you give! But if
you wish again to hear me say I love you, I will say it a dozenyes, a
hundredtimes over if you will only admit that you could love me a
little in return.
Don't; that would be tiresome; two or three times is quite enough.
Besides, what earthly good could my saying 'I love you' do?
It might persuade you to become the wife of one who will adore you
to the last hour of his life.
Meaning me; the most devoted of your admirers.
That isn't saying much, since I haven't got any but you.
Thank fortune for it! Then I am to understand, charming Capitola,
that at least your hand and your affections are free, cried Craven,
Well, now, I don't know about that! Really, I can't positively say;
but it strikes me, if I were to get married to anybody else, there's
somebody would feel queerish!
No doubt there are many whose secret hopes would be blasted, for so
charming a girl could not have passed through this world without having
won many hearts who would keenly feel the loss of hope in her marriage.
But what if they do, my enchanting Capitola? You are not responsible
for any one having formed such hopes.
Fudge! said Cap, I'm no belle; never was; never can be; have
neither wealth, beauty nor coquetry enough to make me one. I have no
lovers nor admirers to break their hearts about me, one way or another;
but there is one honest fellowhem! never mind; I feel as if I
belonged to somebody else; that's all. I am very much obliged to you,
Mr. Le Noir, for your preference, and even for the beautiful way in
which you have expressed it, butI belong to somebody else.
Miss Black, said Craven, somewhat abashed but not discouraged. I
think I understand you. I presume that you refer to the young man who
was your gallant champion in the Forest Chapel.
The one that made your nose bleed, said the incorrigible Cap.
Well, Miss Black, from your words it appears that this is by no
means an acknowledged but only an understood engagement, which cannot
be binding upon either party. Now, a young lady of your acknowledged
I never had any more good sense than I have had admirers,
I would not hear your enemy say that, he replied; then, resuming
his argument, he said:
You will readily understand, Miss Black, that the vague engagement
of which you speak, where there is want of fortune on both sides, is no
more prudent than it is binding. On the contrary, the position which it
is my pride to offer you is considered an enviable one; even apart from
the devoted love that goes with it. You are aware that I am the sole
heir of the Hidden House estate, which, with all its dependencies, is
considered the largest property, as my wife would be the most important
lady, in the county.
Cap's lip curled a little; looking askance at him she answered:
I am really very much obliged to you Mr. Le Noir, for the
distinguished honor that you designed for me. I should highly
appreciate the magnanimity of a young gentleman, the heir of the
wealthiest estate in the neighborhood who deigns to propose marriage to
the little beggar that I acknowledge myself to be. I regret to be
obliged to refuse such dignities, butI belong to another, said
Capitola, rising and advancing toward her horse.
Craven would not risk his success by pushing his suit further at
Very respectfully lending his assistance to put Capitola into her
saddle, he said he hoped at some future and more propitious time to
resume the subject. And then, with a deep bow, he left her, mounted his
horse and rode on his way.
He did not believe that Capitola was more than half in earnest, or
that any girl in Capitola's circumstances would do such a mad thing as
to refuse the position he offered her.
He did not throw himself in her way often enough to excite her
suspicion that their meetings were preconcerted on his part, and even
when he did overtake her or suffer her to overtake him, he avoided
giving her offense by pressing his suit until another good opportunity
should offer. This was not long in coming.
One afternoon he overtook her and rode by her side for a short
distance when, finding her in unusually good spirits and temper, he
again renewed his declaration of love and offer of marriage.
Cap turned around in her saddle and looked at him with astonishment
for a full minute before she exclaimed:
Why, Mr. Le Noir, I gave you an answer more than a week ago. Didn't
I tell you 'No'? What on earth do you mean by repeating the question?
I mean, bewitching Capitola, not to let such a treasure slip out of
my grasp if I can help it.
I never was in your grasp, that I know of, said Cap, whipping up
her horse and leaving him far behind.
Days passed before Craven thought it prudent again to renew and
press his suit. He did so upon a fine September morning, when he
overtook her riding along the banks of the river. He joined her and in
the most deprecating manner besought her to listen to him once more.
Then he commenced in a strain of the most impassioned eloquence and
urged his love and his proposal.
Capitola stopped her horse, wheeled around and faced him, looking
him full in the eyes while she said:
Upon my word, Mr. Le Noir, you remind me of an anecdote told of
young Sheridan. When his father advised him to take a wife and settle,
he replied by asking whose wife he should take. Will nobody serve your
purpose but somebody else's sweetheart? I have told you that I belong
to a brave young soldier who is fighting his country's battles in a
foreign land, while you are lazing here at home, trying to undermine
him. I am ashamed of you, sir, and ashamed of myself for talking with
you so many times! Never do you presume to accost me on the highway or
anywhere else again! Craven by name and Craven by nature, you have once
already felt the weight of Herbert's arm! Do not provoke its second
descent upon you! You are warned! and with that Capitola, with her
lips curled, her eyes flashing and her cheeks burning, put whip to her
pony and galloped away.
Craven Le Noir's thin, white face grew perfectly livid with passion.
I will have her yet! I have sworn it, and by fair means or by foul
I will have her yet! he exclaimed, as he relaxed his hold upon his
bridle and let his horse go on slowly, while he sat with his brows
gathered over his thin nose, his long chin buried in his neckcloth and
his nails between his teeth, gnawing like a wild beast, as was his
custom when deeply cogitating.
Presently he conceived a plan so diabolical that none but Satan
himself could have inspired it! This was to take advantage of his
acquaintance and casual meetings with Capitola so to malign her
character as to make it unlikely that any honest man would risk his
honor by taking her to wife; that thus the way might be left clear for
himself; and he resolved, if possible, to effect this in such a
mannernamely, by jests, innuendos and sneersthat it should never be
directly traced to a positive assertion on his part. And in the mean
time he determined to so govern himself in his deportment toward
Capitola as to arouse no suspicion, give no offense and, if possible,
win back her confidence.
It is true that even Craven Le Noir, base as he was, shrank from the
idea of smirching the reputation of the woman whom he wished to make a
wife; but then he said to himself that in that remote neighborhood the
scandal would be of little consequence to him, who, as soon as he
should be married, would claim the estate of the Hidden House in right
of his wife, put it in charge of an overseer and then, with his bride,
start for Paris, the paradise of the epicurean, where he designed to
fix their principal residence.
Craven Le Noir was so pleased with his plan that he immediately set
about putting it in execution. Our next chapter will show how he
CHAPTER XVI. CAP'S RAGE.
Is he not approved to the height of a villain, who hath
scorned, dishonored thy kinswoman. Oh! that I were a man for
sake, or had a friend who would be one for mine!
Autumn brought the usual city visitors to Hurricane Hall to spend
the sporting season and shoot over Major Warfield's grounds. Old
Hurricane was in his glory, giving dinners and projecting hunts.
Capitola also enjoyed herself rarely, enacting with much
satisfaction to herself and guests her new rôle of hostess, and not
unfrequently joining her uncle and his friends in their field sports.
Among the guests there were two who deserve particular attention,
not only because they had been for many years annual visitors of
Hurricane Hall, but more especially because there had grown up between
them and our little madcap heroine a strong mutual confidence and
friendship. Yet no three persons could possibly be more unlike than
Capitola and the two cousins of her soul, as she called these two
friends. They were both distant relatives of Major Warfield, and in
right of this relationship invariably addressed Capitola as Cousin
John Stone, the elder of the two, was a very tall, stout, squarely
built young man, with a broad, good-humored face, fair skin, blue eyes
and light hair. In temperament he was rather phlegmatic, quiet and
lazy. In character he was honest, prudent and good-tempered. In
circumstances he was a safe banker, with a notable wife and two healthy
children. The one thing that was able to excite his quiet nerves was
the chase, of which he was as fond as he could possibly be of any
amusement. The one person who agreeably stirred his rather still
spirits was our little Cap, and that was the secret of his friendship
Edwin Percy, the other, was a young West Indian, tall and delicately
formed, with a clear olive complexion, languishing dark hazel eyes and
dark, bright chestnut hair and beard. In temperament he was ardent as
his clime. In character, indolent, careless and self-indulgent. In
condition he was the bachelor heir of a sugar plantation of a thousand
acres. He loved not the chase, nor any other amusement requiring
exertion. He doted upon swansdown sofas with springs, French plays,
cigars and chocolate. He came to the country to find repose, good air
and an appetite. He was the victim of constitutional ennui that yielded
to nothing but the exhilaration of Capitola's company; that was the
mystery of his love for her, and doubtless the young Creole would have
proposed for Cap, had he not thought it too much trouble to get
married, and dreaded the bustle of a bridal. Certainly Edwin Percy was
as opposite in character to John Stone, as they both were to Capitola,
yet great was the relative attraction among the three. Cap impartially
divided her kind offices as hostess between them.
John Stone joined Old Hurricane in many a hard day's hunt, and
Capitola was often of the party.
Edwin Percy spent many hours on the luxurious lounge in the parlor,
where Cap was careful to place a stand with chocolate, cigars, wax
matches and his favorite books.
One day Cap had had what she called a row with the governor, that
is to say, a slight misunderstanding with Major Warfield; a very
uncommon occurrence, as the reader knows, in which that temperate old
gentleman had so freely bestowed upon his niece the names of beggar,
foundling, brat, vagabond and vagrant, that Capitola, in just
indignation, refused to join the birding party, and taking her game
bag, powder flask, shot-horn and fowling piece, and calling her
favorite pointer, walked off, as she termed it, to shoot herself. But
if Capitola's by no means sweet temper had been tried that morning, it
was destined to be still more severely tested before the day was over.
Her second provocation came in this way: John Stone, another
deserter of the birding party had that day betaken himself to Tip-top
upon some private business of his own. He dined at the Antlers in
company with some sporting gentlemen of the neighborhood, and when the
conversation naturally turned upon field sports, Mr. John Stone spoke
of the fine shooting that was to be had around Hurricane Hall, when one
of the gentlemen, looking straight across the table to Mr. Stone, said:
Ahem! That pretty little huntress of Hurricane Hallthat niece or
ward, or mysterious daughter of Old Hurricane, who engages with so much
enthusiasm in your field sports over there, is a girl of very free and
easy manners I understanda Diana in nothing but her love of the
Sir, it is a base calumny! And the man who endorses it is a
shameless slanderer! There is my card! I may be found at my present
residence, Hurricane Hall, said John Stone, throwing his pasteboard
across the table, and rising to leave it.
Nay, nay, said the stranger, laughing and pushing the card away.
I do not endorse the statementI know nothing about it! I wash my
hands of it, said the young man. And then upon Mr. Stone's demanding
the author of the calumny, he gave the name of Mr. Craven Le Noir, who,
he said, had talked in his cups, at a dinner party recently given by
one of his friends.
I pronouncepublicly, in the presence of all these witnesses, as I
shall presently to Craven Le Noir himselfthat he is a shameless
miscreant, who has basely slandered a noble girl! You, sir, have
declined to endorse those words; henceforth decline to repeat them! For
after this I shall call to a severe account any man who ventures, by
word, gesture or glance to hint this slander, or in any other way deal
lightly with the honorable name and fame of the lady in question.
Gentlemen, I am to be found at Hurricane Hall, and I have the honor of
wishing you a more improving subject of conversation, anda very good
afternoon, said John Stone, bowing and leaving the room.
He immediately called for his horse and rode home.
In crossing the thicket of woods between the river and the rising
ground in front of Hurricane Hall, he overtook Capitola, who, as we
have said, had been out alone with her gun and dog, and was now
returning home with her game bag well laden.
Now, as John Stone looked at Capitola, with her reckless, free and
joyous air, he thought she was just the sort of girl, unconsciously, to
get herself and friends into trouble. And he thought it best to give
her a hint to put an abrupt period to her acquaintance, if she had even
the slightest, with the heir apparent of the Hidden House.
While still hesitating how to begin the conversation, he came up
with the young girl, dismounted, and, leading his horse, walked by her
side, asking carelessly:
What have you bagged, Cap?
Some partridges! Oh, you should have been out with me and
Sweetlips! We've had such sport! But, anyhow, you shall enjoy your
share of the spoils! Come home and you shall have some of these
partridges broiled for supper, with currant saucea dish of my own
invention for uncle's sake, you know! He's such a gourmand!
Thank you, yesI am on my way home now. Hemm! Capitola, I
counsel you to cut the acquaintance of our neighbor, Craven Le Noir.
I have already done so; butwhat in the world is the matter that
you should advise me thus? inquired Capitola, fixing her eyes steadily
upon the face of John Stone, who avoided her gaze as he answered:
The man is not a proper associate for a young woman.
I know that, and have cut him accordingly; but, Cousin John, there
is some reason for your words, that you have not expressed; and as they
concern me, now I insist upon knowing what they are!
Tut! it is nothing! said the other evasively.
John Stone, I know better! And the more you look down and whip your
boot the surer I am that there is something I ought to know, and I will
Well, you termagant! Have your way! He has been speaking lightly of
youthat's all! Nobody minds himhis tongue is no scandal.
John Stonewhat has he said? asked Capitola, drawing her breath
hardly between her closed teeth.
Oh, now, why should you ask? It is nothingit is not proper that I
should tell you, replied that gentleman, in embarrassment.
'It is nothing,' and yet 'it is not proper that you should tell
me!' How do you make that out? John Stone, leave off lashing the
harmless bushes and listen to me! I have to live in the same
neighborhood with this man, after you have gone away, and I insist upon
knowing the whole length and breadth of his baseness and malignity,
that I may know how to judge and punish him! said Capitola, with such
grimness of resolution that Mr. Stone, provoked at her perversity,
Well, you wilful girl, listen! And commencing, he mercilessly told
her all that had passed at the table.
To have seen our Cap then! Face, neck and bosom were flushed with
the crimson tide of indignation!
You are sure of what you tell me, Cousin John?
The man vouches for it!
He shall bite the dust!
The slanderer shall bite the dust!
Without more ado, down was thrown gun, game bag, powder flask and
shot-horn, and, bounding from point to point over all the intervening
space, Capitola rushed into Hurricane Hall, and without an instant's
delay ran straight into the parlor, where her epicurean friend, the
young Creole, lay slumbering upon the lounge.
With her face now livid with concentrated rage, and her eyes
glittering with that suppressed light peculiar to intense passion, she
stood before him and said:
Edwin! Craven Le Noir has defamed your cousin! Get up and challenge
What did you say, Cap? said Mr. Percy, slightly yawning.
Must I repeat it? Craven Le Noir has defamed my
That would be against the law, coz; they would indict me sure!
Youyouyou lie there and answer me in that way! Oh that I were a
Compose yourself, sweet coz, and tell me what all this is about!
Yaw-ooo!really I was asleep when you first spoke to me!
Asleep! Had you been dead and in your grave, the words that I spoke
should have roused you like the trump of the archangel! exclaimed
Capitola, with the blood rushing back to her cheeks.
Your entrance was sufficiently startling, coz, but tell me over
againwhat was the occasion?
That caitiff, Craven Le Noir, has slandered me! Oh, the villain! He
is a base slanderer! Percy, get up this moment and challenge Le Noir! I
cannot breathe freely until it is done! exclaimed Capitola,
Cousin Cap, duelling is obsolete; scenes are passè; law settles
everything; and here there is scarcely ground for action for libel. But
be comforted, coz, for if this comes to Uncle Hurricane's ears, he'll
make mince-meat of him in no time. It is all in his line; he'll chaw
him right up!
Percy, do you mean to say that you will not call out that man?
asked Capitola, drawing her breath hardly.
You won't fight him?
Edwin Percy, look me straight in the face! said Cap, between her
Well, I am looking you straight in the facestraight in the two
blazing gray eyes, you little tempest in a teapotwhat then?
Do I look as though I should be in earnest in what I am about to
I should judge so.
Then listen, and don't take your eyes off mine until I am done
Very well, don't be long, though, for it rather agitates me.
I will not! Hear me, then! You say that you decline to challenge Le
Noir. Very good! I, on my part, here renounce all acquaintance with
you! I will never sit down at the same tableenter the same room, or
breathe the same air with younever speak to youlisten to you, or
recognize you in any manner, until my deep wrongs are avenged in the
punishment of my slanderer, so help me
Hush-sh! don't swear, Capit's profane and unwomanly; and nothing
on earth but broken oaths would be the result!
But Cap was off! In an instant she was down in the yard, where her
groom was holding her horse, ready in case she wished to take her usual
Where is Mr. John Stone? she asked.
Down at the kennels, miss, answered the boy.
She jumped into her saddle, put whip to her horse and flew over the
ground between the mansion house and the kennels.
She pulled up before the door of the main building, sprang from her
saddle, threw the bridle to a man in attendance, and rushed into the
house and into the presence of Mr. John Stone, who was busy in
prescribing for an indisposed pointer.
He looked up in astonishment, exclaiming:
Hilloe! All the witches! Here's Cap! Why, where on earth did you
shoot from? What's up now? You look as if you were in a state of
spontaneous combustion and couldn't stand it another minute.
And I can'tand I won't! John Stone, you must call that man out!
What man, Capwhat the deuce do you mean?
You know well enoughyou do this to provoke me! I mean the man of
whom you cautioned me this afternoonthe wretch who slandered methe
niece of your host!
Will you do it?
On the lounge with an ice in one hand and a novel in the other! I
suppose it is no use mincing the matter, Johnhe is amere
epicurethere is no fight in him! It is you who must vindicate your
My cousin's honor cannot need vindication! It is unquestioned and
No smooth words, if you please, cousin John! Will you, or will you
not fight that man?
Tut, Cap, no one really questions your honorthat man will get
himself knocked into a cocked hat if he goes around talking of an
A likely thing, when her own cousins and guests take it so
What would you have them do, Cap? The longer an affair of this sort
is agitated, the more offensive it becomes! Besides, chivalry is out of
date! The knights-errant are all dead.
The men are all dead! If any ever really lived! cried Cap, in a
fury. Heaven knows I am inclined to believe them to have been a
fabulous race like that of the mastodon or the centaur! I certainly
never saw a creature that deserved the name of man! The very first of
your race was the meanest fellow that ever was heard ofate the stolen
apple and when found out laid one half of the blame on his wife and the
other on his Maker'The woman whom thou gavest me' did so and sopah!
I don't wonder the Lord took a dislike to the race and sent a flood to
sweep them all off the face of the earth! I will give you one more
chance to retrieve your honorin one word, nowwill you fight that
My dear little cousin, I would do anything in reason to vindicate
the assailed manhood of my whole sex, but really, now
Will you fight that man? One wordyes, or no?
Tut, Cap! you are a very reckless young woman! Youit's your
natureyou are an incorrigible madcap! You bewitch a poor wretch until
he doesn't know his head from his heelsputs his feet into his hat and
covers his scalp with his boots! You are a will-o'-the-wisp who lures a
poor fellow on through woods, bogs and briars, until you land him in
the quicksands! You whirl him around and around until he grows dizzy
and delirious, and talks at random, and then you'd have him called out,
you blood-thirsty little vixen! I tell you, Cousin Cap, if I were to
take up all the quarrels your hoydenism might lead me into, I should
have nothing else to do!
Then you won't fight!
Can't, little cousin! I have a wife and family, which are powerful
checks upon a man's duelling impulses!
Silence! You are no cousin of mineno drop of your sluggish blood
stagnates in my veinsno spark of the liquid fire of my life's current
burns in your torpid arteries, else at this insult would it set you in
a flame! Never dare to call me cousin again. And so saying, she flung
herself out of the building and into her saddle, put whip to her horse
and galloped away home.
Now, Mr. Stone had privately resolved to thrash Craven Le Noir; but
he did not deem it expedient to take Cap into his confidence. As
Capitola reached the horse-block, her own groom came to take the
Jem, she said, as she jumped from her saddle, put Gyp up and then
come to my room, I have a message to send by you.
And then, with burning cheeks and flashing eyes, she went to her own
sanctum, and after taking off her habit, did the most astounding thing
that ever a woman of the nineteenth or any former century
attemptedshe wrote a challenge to Craven Le Noircharging him with
falsehood in having maligned her honordemanding from him the
satisfaction of a gentleman, and requesting him as the challenged
party to name the time, place and weapons with which he would meet her.
By the time she had written, sealed and directed this war-like
defiance, her young groom made his appearance.
Jem, she asked, do you know the way to the Hidden House?
Yes, miss, sure.
Then take this note thither, ask for Mr. Le Noir, put it into his
hands, and say that you are directed to wait an answer. And listen! You
need not mention to any one in this house where you are goingnor when
you return, where you have been; but bring the answer you may get
directly to this room, where you will find me.
Yes, miss, said the boy, who was off like a flying Mercury.
Capitola threw herself into her chair to spend the slow hours until
the boy's return as well as her fierce impatience and forced inaction
At tea time she was summoned; but excused herself from going below
upon the plea of indisposition.
Which is perfectly true, she said to herself, since I am utterly
indisposed to go. And besides, I have sworn never again to sit at the
same table with my cousins, until for the wrongs done me I have
received ample satisfaction.
CHAPTER XVII. CAPITOLA CAPS THE
Oh! when she's angry, she is keen and shrewd;
She was a vixen when she went to school;
And though she is but little she is fierce.
It was quite late in the evening when Jem, her messenger, returned.
Have you an answer? she impetuously demanded, rising to meet him
as he entered.
Yes, miss, here it is, replied the boy, handing a neatly folded,
highly perfumed little note.
Go, said Cap, curtly, as she received it.
And when the boy had bowed and withdrawn, she threw herself into a
chair, and with little respect for the pretty device of the pierced
heart with which the note was sealed, she tore it open and devoured its
Why did Capitola's cheeks and lips blanch white as death? Why did
her eyes contract and glitter like stilettoes? Why was her breath drawn
hard and laboriously through clenched teeth and livid lips?
That note was couched in the most insulting terms.
Capitola's first impulse was to rend the paper to atoms and grind
those atoms to powder beneath her heel. But a second inspiration
changed her purpose.
Nonono! I will not destroy you, precious little note! No legal
document involving the ownership of the largest estate, no cherished
love letter filled with vows of undying affection, shall be more
carefully guarded! Next to my heart shall you lie. My shield and
buckler shall you be! My sure defense and justification! I know what to
do with you, my precious little jewel! You are the warrant for the
punishment of that man, signed by his own hand. And so saying Capitola
carefully deposited the note in her bosom.
Then she lighted her chamber lamp, and, taking it with her, went
down-stairs to her uncle's bedroom.
Taking advantage of the time when she knew he would be absorbed in a
game of chess with John Stone, and she should be safe from interruption
for several hours if she wished, she went to Major Warfield's little
armory in the closet adjoining his room, opened his pistol case and
took from it a pair of revolvers, closed and locked the case, and
withdrew and hid the key that they might not chance to be missed until
she should have time to replace them.
Then she hurried back into her own chamber, locked the pistols up in
her own drawer, and, wearied out with so much excitement, prepared to
go to rest. Here a grave and unexpected obstacle met her; she had
always been accustomed to kneel and offer up to heaven her evening's
tribute of praise and thanksgiving for the mercies of the day, and
prayers for protection and blessing through the night.
Now she knelt as usual, but thanksgiving and prayer seemed frozen on
her lips! How could she praise or pray with such a purpose as she had
in her heart?
For the first time Capitola doubted the perfect righteousness of
that purpose which was of a character to arrest her prayers upon her
With a start of impatience and a heavy sigh, she sprang up and
hurried into bed.
She did not sleep, but lay tossing from side to side in feverish
excitement the whole nighthaving, in fact, a terrible battle between
her own fierce passions and her newly awakened conscience.
Nevertheless, she arose by daybreak in the morning, dressed herself,
went and unlocked her drawer, took out the pistols, carefully loaded
them, and laid them down for service.
Then she went down-stairs, where the servants were only just
beginning to stir, and sent for her groom, Jem, whom she ordered to
saddle her pony, and also to get a horse for himself, to attend her in
a morning ride.
After which she returned up-stairs, put on her riding habit, and
buckled around her waist a morocco belt, into which she stuck the two
revolvers. She then threw around her shoulders a short circular cape
that concealed the weapons, and put on her hat and gloves and went
She found her little groom already at the door with the horses. She
sprang into her saddle, and, bidding Jem follow her, took the road
She knew that Mr. Le Noir was in the habit of riding to the village
every morning, and she determined to meet him. She knew, from the early
hour of the day, that he could not possibly be ahead of her, and she
rode on slowly to give him an opportunity to overtake her.
Probably Craven Le Noir was later that morning than usual, for
Capitola had reached the entrance of the village before she heard the
sound of his horse's feet approaching behind her.
She did not wish that their encounter should be in the streets of
the village, so she instantly wheeled her horse and galloped back to
As both were riding at full speed, they soon met.
She first drew rein, and, standing in his way, accosted him with:
Mr. Le Noir!
Your most obedient, Miss Black! he said, with a deep bow.
I happen to be without father or brother to protect me from
affront, sir, and my uncle is an invalid veteran whom I will not
trouble! I am, therefore, under the novel necessity of fighting my own
battles! Yesterday, sir, I sent you a note demanding satisfaction for a
heinous slander you circulated against me! You replied by an insulting
note. You do not escape punishment so! Here are two pistols; both are
loaded; take either one of them; for, sir, we have met, and now we do
not part until one of us falls from the horse!
And so saying, she rode up to him and offered him the choice of the
He laughedpartly in surprise and partly in admiration, as he said,
with seeming good humor:
Miss Black, you are a very charming young woman, and delightfully
original and piquant in all your ideas; but you outrage all the laws
that govern the duello. You know that, as the challenged party, I have
the right to the choice of time, place and arms. I made that choice
yesterday. I renew it to-day. When you accede to the terms of the
meeting I shall endeavor to give you all the satisfaction you demand!
And with a deep bow, even to the flaps of his saddle, he rode past
That base insult again! cried Capitola, with the blood rushing to
Then lifting her voice, she again accosted him:
Mr. Le Noir!
He turned, with a smile.
She threw one of the pistols on the ground near him, saying:
Take that up and defend yourself.
He waved his hand in negation, bowed, smiled, and rode on.
Mr. Le Noir! she called, in a peremptory tone.
Once more he turned.
She raised her pistol, took deliberate aim at his white forehead,
Bang! bang! bang! bang! bang! bang!
Six times without an instant's intermission, until her revolver was
When the smoke cleared away, a terrible vision met her eyes!
It was Craven Le Noir with his face covered with blood, reeling in
his saddle, from which he soon dropped to the ground.
In falling his foot remained in the hanging stirrup. The
well-trained cavalry horse stood perfectly still, though trembling in a
panic of terror, from which he might at any moment start to run,
dragging the helpless body after him.
Capitola saw this danger, and not being cruel, she tempered justice
with mercy, threw down her spent pistol, dismounted from her horse,
went up to the fallen man, disengaged his foot from the stirrup, and,
taking hold of his shoulders, tried with all her might to drag the
still breathing form from the dusty road where it lay in danger of
being run over by wagons, to the green bank, where it might lie in
But that heavy form was too much for her single strength. And,
calling her terrified groom to assist her, they removed the body.
Capitola then remounted her horse and galloped rapidly into the
village, and up to the ladies' entrance of the hotel, where, after
sending for the proprietor she said:
I have just been shooting Craven Le Noir for slandering me; he lies
by the roadside at the entrance of the village; you had better send
somebody to pick him up.
Miss! cried the astonished inn-keeper.
Capitola distinctly repeated her words and then, leaving the
inn-keeper, transfixed with consternation, she crossed the street and
entered a magistrate's office, where a little, old gentleman, with a
pair of green spectacles resting on his hooked nose, sat at a
writing-table, giving some directions to a constable, who was standing
hat in hand before him.
Capitola waited until this functionary had his orders and a written
paper, and had left the office, and the magistrate was alone, before
she walked up to the desk and stood before him.
Well, well, young woman! Well, well, what do you want? inquired
the old gentleman, impatiently looking up from folding his papers.
I have come to give myself up for shooting Craven Le Noir, who
slandered me, answered Capitola, quietly.
The old man let fall his hands full of papers, raised his head and
stared at her over the tops of his green spectacles.
What did you say, young woman? he asked, in the tone of one who
doubted his own ears.
I say that I have forestalled an arrest by coming here to give
myself up for the shooting of a dastard who slandered, insulted and
refused to give me satisfaction, answered Capitola, very distinctly.
Am I awake? Do I hear aright? Do you mean to say that you have
killed a man? asked the dismayed magistrate.
Oh, I can't say as to the killing! I shot him off his horse and
then sent Mr. Merry and his men to pick him up, while I came here to
answer for myself!
Unfortunate girl! And how can you answer for such a dreadful deed?
exclaimed the utterly confounded magistrate.
Oh, as to the dreadfulness of the deed, that depends on
circumstances, said Cap, and I can answer for it very well! He made
addresses to me. I refused him. He slandered me. I challenged him. He
insulted me. I shot him!
Miserable young woman, if this be proved true, I shall have to
Just as you please, said Cap, but bless your soul, that won't
help Craven Le Noir a single bit!
As she spoke several persons entered the office in a state of high
excitementall talking at once, saying:
That is the girl!
Yes, that is her!
She is Miss Black, old Warfield's niece.
Yes, he said she was, etc., etc., etc.
What is all this, neighbors, what is all this? inquired the
troubled magistrate, rising in his place.
Why, sir, there's been a gentleman, Mr. Craven Le Noir, shot. He
has been taken to the Antlers, where he lies in articulus mortis, and
we wish him to be confronted with Miss Capitola Black, the young woman
here present, that he may identify her, whom he accuses of having shot
six charges into him, before his death. She needn't deny it, because he
is ready to swear to her! said Mr. Merry, who constituted himself
She accuses herself, said the magistrate, in dismay.
Then, sir, had she not better be taken at once to the presence of
Mr. Le Noir, who may not have many minutes to live?
Yes, come along, said Cap. I only gave myself up to wait for
this; and as he is already at hand, let's go and have it all over, for
I have been riding about in this frosty morning air for three hours,
and I have got a good appetite, and I want to go home to breakfast.
I am afraid, young woman, you will scarcely get home to breakfast
this morning, said Mr. Merry.
We'll see that presently, answered Cap, composedly, as they all
left the office, and crossed the street to the Antlers.
They were conducted by the landlord to a chamber on the first floor,
where upon a bed lay stretched, almost without breath or motion, the
form of Craven Le Noir. His face was still covered with blood, that the
bystanders had scrupulously refused to wash off until the arrival of
the magistrate. His complexion, as far as it could be seen, was very
pale. He was thoroughly prostrated, if not actually dying.
Around his bed were gathered the village doctor, the landlady and
The squire has come, sir; are you able to speak to him? asked the
landlord, approaching the bed.
Yes, let him swear me, feebly replied the wounded man, and then
send for a clergyman.
The landlady immediately left to send for Mr. Goodwin, and the
magistrate approached the head of the bed, and, speaking solemnly,
exhorted the wounded man, as he expected soon to give an account of the
works done in his body, to speak the truth, the whole truth, and
nothing but the truth, without reserve, malice or exaggeration, both as
to the deed and its provocation.
I will I willfor I have sent for a minister and I intend to try
to make my peace with heaven, replied Le Noir.
The magistrate then directed Capitola to come and take her stand at
the foot of the bed, where the wounded man, who was lying on his back,
could see her without turning.
Cap came as she was commanded and stood there with some
irrepressible and incomprehensible mischief gleaming out from under her
long eye-lashes and from the corners of her dimpled lips.
The magistrate then administered the oath to Craven Le Noir, and
bade him look upon Capitola and give his evidence.
He did so, and under the terrors of a guilty conscience and of
expected death, his evidence partook more of the nature of a confession
than an accusation. He testified that he had addressed Capitola, and
had been rejected by her; then, under the influence of evil motives, he
had circulated insinuations against her honor, which were utterly
unjustifiable by fact; she, seeming to have heard of them, took the
strange course of challenging himjust as if she had been a man. He
could not, of course, meet a lady in a duel, but he had taken advantage
of the technical phraseology of the challenged party, as to time, place
and weapons, to offer her a deep insult; then she had waylaid him on
the highway, offered him his choice of a pair of revolvers, and told
him that, having met, they should not part until one or the other fell
from the horse; he had again laughingly refused the encounter except
upon the insulting terms he had before proposed. She had then thrown
him one of the pistols, bidding him defend himself. He had laughingly
passed her when she called him by name, he had turned and she
firedsix times in succession, and he fell. He knew no more until he
was brought to his present room. He said in conclusion he did not wish
that the girl should be prosecuted, as she had only avenged her own
honor; and that he hoped his death would be taken by her and her
friends as a sufficient expiation of his offenses against her; and,
lastly, he requested that he might be left alone with the minister.
Bring that unhappy young woman over to my office, Ketchum, said
the magistrate, addressing himself to a constable. Then turning to the
landlord, he said:
Sir, it would be a charity in you to put a messenger on horseback
and send him to Hurricane Hall for Major Warfield, who will have to
enter into a recognizance for Miss Black's appearance at court.
Stop, said Cap, don't be too certain of that! 'Be always sure
you're rightthen go ahead!' Is not any one here cool enough to
reflect that if I had fired six bullets at that man's forehead and
every one had struck, I should have blown his head to the sky? Will not
somebody at once wash his face and see how deep the wounds are?
The doctor who had been restrained by others now took a sponge and
water and cleaned the face of Le Noir, which was found to be well
peppered with split peas!
Cap looked around, and seeing the astonished looks of the good
people, burst into an irrepressible fit of laughter, saying, as soon as
she had got breath enough:
Upon my word, neighbors, you look more shocked, if not actually
more disappointed, to find that, after all he is not killed, and
there'll be no spectacle, than you did at first when you thought murder
had been done.
Will you be good enough to explain this, young woman? said the
Certainly, for your worship seems as much disappointed as others!
said Cap. Then turning toward the group around the bed, she said:
You have heard Mr. Le Noir's 'last dying speech and confession,' as
he supposed it to be; and you know the maddening provocations that
inflamed my temper against him. Last night, after having received his
insulting answer to my challenge, there was evil in my heart, I do
assure you! I possessed myself of my uncle's revolvers and resolved to
waylay him this morning and force him to give me satisfaction, or if he
refusedwell, no matter! I tell you, there was danger in me! But,
before retiring to bed at night, it is my habit to say my prayers; now
the practice of prayer and the purpose of 'red-handed violence,' cannot
exist in the same person at the same time! I wouldn't sleep without
praying, and I couldn't pray without giving up my thoughts of fatal
vengeance upon Craven Le Noir. So at last I made up my mind to spare
his life, and teach him a lesson. The next morning I drew the charges
of the revolvers and reloaded them with poor powder and dried peas!
Everything else has happened just as he has told you! He has received
no harm, except in being terribly frightened, and in having his beauty
spoiled! And as for that, didn't I offer him one of the pistols, and
expose my own face to similar damage? For I'd scorn to take advantage
of any one! said Cap, laughing.
Craven Le Noir had now raised himself up in a sitting posture, and
was looking around with an expression of countenance which was a
strange blending of relief at this unexpected respite from the grave,
and intense mortification at finding himself in the ridiculous position
which the address of Capitola and his own weak nerves, cowardice and
credulity had placed him.
Cap went up to him and said, in a consoling voice:
Come, thank heaven that you are not going to die this bout! I'm
glad you repented and told the truth; and I hope you may live long
enough to offer heaven a truer repentance than that which is the mere
effect of fright! For I tell you plainly that if it had not been for
the grace of the Lord, acting upon my heart last night, your soul might
have been in Hades now!
Craven Le Noir shut his eyes, groaned and fell back overpowered by
Now, please your worship, may I go home? asked Cap, demurely,
popping down a mock courtesy to the magistrate.
Yesgo! go! go! go! go! said that officer, with an expression as
though he considered our Cap an individual of the animal kingdom whom
neither Buffon nor any other natural philosopher had ever classified,
and who, as a creature of unknown habits, might sometimes be dangerous.
Cap immediately availed herself of the permission, and went out to
look for her servant and horses.
But Jem, the first moment he had found himself unwatched, had put
out as fast as he could fly to Hurricane Hall, to inform Major Warfield
of what had occurred.
And Capitola, after losing a great deal of time in looking for him,
mounted her horse and was just about to start, when who should ride up
in hot haste but Old Hurricane, attended by Wool.
Stop there! he shouted, as he saw Cap.
She obeyed, and he sprang from his horse with the agility of youth,
and helped her to descend from hers.
Then drawing her arm within his own, he led her into the parlor,
and, putting an unusual restraint upon himself, he ordered her to tell
him all about the affair.
Cap sat down and gave him the whole history from beginning to end.
Old Hurricane could not sit still to hear. He strode up and down the
room, striking his stick upon the floor, and uttering inarticulate
sounds of rage and defiance.
When Cap had finished her story he suddenly stopped before her,
brought down the point of his stick with a resounding thump upon the
floor and exclaimed:
Demmy, you New York newsboy! Will you never be a woman? Why the
demon didn't you tell me, sirrah? I would have called the fellow out
and chastised him to your heart's content! Hang it, miss, answer me and
Because you are on the invalid list and I am in sound condition and
capable of taking my own part! said Cap.
Then, answer me this, while you were taking your own part, why the
foul fiend didn't you pepper him with something sharper than dried
I think he is quite as severely punished in suffering from extreme
terror and intense mortification and public ridicule, said Cap.
And now, uncle, I have not eaten a single blessed mouthful this
morning, and I am hungry enough to eat up Gyp, or to satisfy Patty.
Old Hurricane, permitting his excitement to subside in a few
expiring grunts, rang the bell and gave orders for breakfast to be
And after that meal was over he set out with his niece for Hurricane
And upon arriving at home he addressed a letter to Mr. Le Noir, to
the effect that as soon as the latter should have recovered from the
effect of his fright and mortification, he, Major Warfield, should
demand and expect satisfaction.
CHAPTER XVIII. BLACK DONALD'S LAST
Who can express the horror of that night,
When darkness lent his robes to monster fear?
And heaven's black mantle, banishing the light,
Made everything in fearful form appear.
Let it not be supposed that Black Donald had forgotten his promise
to Colonel Le Noir, or was indifferent to its performance.
But many perilous failures had taught him caution.
He had watched and waylaid Capitola in her rides. But the girl
seemed to bear a charmed safety; for never once had he caught sight of
her except in company with her groom and with Craven Le Noir. And very
soon by eavesdropping on these occasions, he learned the secret design
of the son to forestall the father, and run off with the heiress.
And as Black Donald did not foresee what success Craven Le Noir
might have with Capitola, he felt the more urgent necessity for prompt
action on his own part.
He might, indeed, have brought his men and attacked and overcome
Capitola's attendants, in open day; but the enterprise must needs have
been attended with great bloodshed and loss of life, which would have
made a sensation in the neighborhood that Black Donald, in the present
state of his fortunes, was by no means ambitious of daring.
In a word, had such an act of unparalleled violence been attempted,
the better it succeeded the greater would have been the indignation of
the people, and the whole country would probably have risen and armed
themselves and hunted the outlaws, as so many wild beasts, with horses
Therefore, Black Donald preferred quietly to abduct his victim, so
as to leave no trace of her taking off, but to allow it to be
supposed that she had eloped.
He resolved to undertake this adventure alone, though to himself
personally this plan was even more dangerous than the other.
He determined to gain access to her chamber, secrete himself
anywhere in the room (except under the bed, where his instincts
informed him that Capitola every night looked), and when the household
should be buried in repose, steal out upon her, overpower, gag and
carry her off, in the silence of the night, leaving no trace of his own
By means of one of his men, who went about unsuspected among the
negroes, buying up mats and baskets, that the latter were in the habit
of making for sale, he learned that Capitola occupied the same remote
chamber, in the oldest part of the house; but that a guest slept in the
room next, and another in the one opposite hers. And that the house was
besides full of visitors from the city, who had come down to spend the
sporting season, and that they were hunting all day and carousing all
night from one week's end to another.
On hearing this, Black Donald quickly comprehended that it was no
time to attempt the abduction of the maiden, with the least probability
of success. All would be risked and most probably lost in the endeavor.
He resolved, therefore, to wait until the house should be clear of
company, and the household fallen into their accustomed carelessness
He had to wait much longer than he had reckoned uponthrough
October and through November, when he first heard of and laughed over
Cap's duel with Craven Le Noir, and congratulated himself upon the
fact that that rival was no longer to be feared. He had also to wait
through two-thirds of the month of December, because a party had come
down to enjoy a short season of fox-hunting. They went away just before
And then at last came Black Donald's opportunity! And a fine
opportunity it was! Had Satan himself engaged to furnish him with one
to order, it could not have been better!
The reader must know that throughout Virginia the Christmas week,
from the day after Christmas until the day after New-Year, is the
negroes' saturnalia! There are usually eight days of incessant dancing,
feasting and frolicking from quarter to quarter, and from barn to barn.
Then the banjo, the fiddle and the bones are heard from morning until
night, and from night until morning.
And nowhere was this annual octave of festivity held more sacred
than at Hurricane Hall. It was the will of Major Warfield that they
should have their full satisfaction out of their seven days' carnival.
He usually gave a dinner party on Christmas day, after which his people
were free until the third of January.
Demmy, mum! he would say to Mrs. Condiment, they wait on us
fifty-one weeks in the year, and it's hard if we can't wait on
ourselves the fifty-second!
Small thanks to Old Hurricane for his self-denial! He did nothing
for himself or others, and Mrs. Condiment and Capitola had a hot time
of it in serving him. Mrs. Condiment had to do all the cooking and
housework. And Cap had to perform most of the duties of Major
Warfield's valet. And that was the way in which Old Hurricane waited on
It happened, therefore, that about the middle of the Christmas week,
being Wednesday, the twenty-eighth of December, all the house-servants
and farm laborers from Hurricane Hall went off in a body to a banjo
break-down given at a farm five miles across the country.
And Major Warfield, Mrs. Condiment and Capitola were the only living
beings left in the old house that night.
Black Donald, who had been prowling about the premises evening after
evening, watching his opportunity to effect his nefarious object, soon
discovered the outward bound stampede of the negroes, and the
unprotected state in which the old house, for that night only, would be
left. And he determined to take advantage of the circumstance to
consummate his wicked purpose.
In its then defenceless condition he could easily have mustered his
force and carried off his prize without immediate personal risk. But,
as we said before, he eschewed violence, as being likely to provoke
after effects of a too fatal character.
He resolved rather at once to risk his own personal safety in the
quieter plan of abduction which he had formed.
He determined that as soon as it should be dark he would watch his
opportunity to enter the house, steal to Cap's chamber, secrete himself
in a closet, and when all should be quiet, in the dead waste and
middle of the night, he would come out, master her, stop her mouth and
carry her off.
When it became quite dark he approached the house, and hid himself
under the steps beneath the back door leading from the hall into the
garden, to watch his opportunity of entering. He soon found that his
enterprise required great patience as well as courage. He had to wait
more than two hours before he heard the door unlocked and opened.
He then peered out from his hiding-place and saw old Hurricane
taking his way out towards the garden.
Now was his time to slip unperceived into the house. He stealthily
came out from his hiding-place, crept up the portico stairs to the back
door, noiselessly turned the latch, entered and closed it behind him.
He had just time to open a side door on his right hand and conceal
himself in a wood closet under the stairs, when he heard the footsteps
of Old Hurricane returning.
The old man came in and Black Donald laughed to himself to hear with
what caution he locked, bolted and barred the doors to keep out
Ah, old fellow, you are fastening the stable after the horse has
been stolen! said Black Donald to himself.
As soon as old Hurricane had passed by the closet in which the
outlaw was concealed, and had gone into the parlor, Black Donald
determined to risk the ascent into Capitola's chamber. From the
description given by his men, who had once succeeded in finding their
way thither, he knew very well where to go.
Noiselessly, therefore, he left his place of concealment and crept
out to reconnoitre the hall, which he found deserted.
Old Hurricane's shawl, hat and walking stick were deposited in one
corner. In case of being met on the way, he put the hat on his head,
wrapped the shawl around his shoulders, and took the stick in his hand.
His forethought proved to be serviceable. He went through the hall
and up the first flight of stairs without interruption; but on going
along the hall of the second story he met Mrs. Condiment coming out of
Old Hurricane's room.
Your slippers are on the hearth, your gown is at the fire and the
kettle is boiling to make your punch, Major Warfield, said the old
lady in passing.
Umph! umph! umph! grunted Black Donald in reply.
The housekeeper then bade him good-night, saying that she was going
at once to her room.
Umph! assented Black Donald. And so they parted and this peril was
Black Donald went up the second flight of stairs and then down a
back passage and a narrow staircase and along a corridor and through
several untenanted rooms, and into another passage, and finally through
a side door leading into Capitola's chamber.
Here he looked around for a safe hiding-placethere was a high
bedstead curtained; two deep windows also curtained; two closets, a
dressing bureau, workstand, washstand and two arm chairs. The
forethought of little Pitapat had caused her to kindle a fire on the
hearth and place a waiter of refreshments on the workstand, so as to
make all comfortable before she had left with the other negroes to go
to the banjo break-down.
Among the edibles Pitapat had been careful to leave a small bottle
of brandy, a pitcher of cream, a few eggs and some spice, saying to
herself, Long as it was Christmas time Miss Caterpillar might want a
sup of egg-nog quiet to herself, jes' as much as old marse did his
whiskey punchand never fancying that her young mistress would
require a more delicate lunch than her old master.
Black Donald laughed as he saw this outlay, and remarking that the
young occupant of the chamber must have an appetite of her own, he put
the neck of the brandy bottle to his lips and took what he called a
Then vowing that old Hurricane knew what good liquor was, he
replaced the bottle and looked around to find the best place for his
He soon determined to hide himself behind the thick folds of the
window curtain, nearest the door, so that immediately after the
entrance of Capitola he could glide to the door, lock it, withdraw the
key and have the girl at once in his power.
He took a second swig at the brandy bottle and then went into his
place of concealment to wait events.
That same hour Capitola was her uncle's partner in a prolonged game
of chess. It was near eleven o'clock before Cap, heartily tired of the
battle, permitted herself to be beaten in order to get to bed.
With a satisfied chuckle, Old Hurricane arose from his seat, lighted
two bed-chamber lamps, gave one to Capitola, took the other himself,
and started off for his room, followed by Cap as far as the head of the
first flight of stairs, where she bade him good night.
She waited until she saw him enter his room, heard him lock his door
on the inside and throw himself down heavily into his arm chair, and
then she went on her own way.
She hurried up the second flight of stairs and along the narrow
passages, empty rooms, and steep steps and dreary halls, until she
reached the door of her own dormitory.
She turned the latch and entered the room.
The first thing that met her sight was the waiter of provisions upon
the stand. And at this fresh instance of her little maid's forethought,
she burst into a uncontrollable fit of laughter.
She did not see a dark figure glide from behind the window curtains,
steal to the door, turn the lock and withdraw the key!
But still retaining her prejudice against the presence of food in
her bed-chamber, she lifted up the waiter in both hands to carry it out
into the passage, turned and stood face to face withBlack Donald!
CHAPTER XIX. THE AWFUL PERIL OF
Out of this nettle, danger,
I'll pluck the flower, safety!
Capitola's blood seemed turned to ice, and her form to stone by the
sight! Her first impulse was to scream and let fall the waiter! She
controlled herself and repressed the scream though she was very near
dropping the waiter.
Black Donald looked at her and laughed aloud at her consternation,
saying with a chuckle:
You did not expect to see me here to-night, did you now, my dear?
She gazed at him in a silent panic for a moment.
Then her faculties, that had been suddenly dispersed by the shock,
as suddenly rallied to her rescue.
In one moment she understood her real position.
Black Donald had locked her in with himself and held the keyso she
could not hope to get out.
The loudest scream that she might utter would never reach the
distant chamber of Major Warfield, or the still more remote apartment
of Mrs. Condiment; so she could not hope to bring any one to her
She was, therefore, entirely in the power of Black Donald. She fully
comprehended this, and said to herself:
Now, my dear Cap, if you don't look sharp your hour is come!
Nothing on earth will save you, Cap, but your own wits! For if ever I
saw mischief in any one's face, it is in that fellow's that is eating
you up with his great eyes at the same time that he is laughing at you
with his big mouth! Now, Cap, my little man, be a woman! Don't you
stick at trifles! Think of Jael and Sisera! Think of Judith and
Holofernes! And the devil and Doctor Faust, if necessary, and don't you
blanch! All stratagems are fair in love and warespecially in war, and
most especially in such a war as this is likely to bea contest in
close quarters for dear life!
All this passed through her mind in one moment, and in the next her
plan was formed.
Setting her waiter down upon the table and throwing herself into one
of the armchairs, she said:
Well, upon my word! I think a gentleman might let a lady know when
he means to pay her a domiciliary visit at midnight!
Upon my word, I think you are very cool! replied Black Donald,
throwing himself into the second armchair on the other side of the
stand of refreshments.
People are likely to be cool on a December night, with the
thermometer at zero, and the ground three feet under the snow, said
Cap, nothing daunted.
Capitola, I admire you! You are a cucumber! That's what you are, a
A pickled one? asked Cap.
Yes, and as pickled cucumbers are good to give one an appetite, I
think I shall fall to and eat.
Do so, said Cap, for heaven forbid that I should fail in
Why, really, this looks as though you had expected a
visitordoesn't it? asked Black Donald, helping himself to a huge
slice of ham, and stretching his feet out toward the fire.
Well, yes, rather; though, to say the truth, it was not your
reverence I expected, said Cap.
Ah! somebody else's reverence, eh? Well, let them come! I'll be
ready for them! said the outlaw, pouring out and quaffing a large
glass of brandy. He drank it, set down the glass, and turning to our
little heroine, inquired:
Capitola did you ever have Craven Le Noir here to supper with you?
You insult me! I scorn to reply! said Cap.
Whe-ew! What long whiskers our Grimalkin's got! You scorn to reply!
Then you really are not afraid of me? asked the robber, rolling a
great piece of cheese in his mouth.
Afraid of you? No, I guess not! replied Cap, with a toss of her
Yet, I might do you some harm.
But, you won't!
Why won't I?
Because it won't pay!
Why wouldn't it?
Because you couldn't do me any harm, unless you were to kill me,
and you would gain nothing by my death, except a few trinkets that you
may have without.
Then, you are really not afraid of me? he asked, taking another
deep draught of brandy.
Not a bit of itI rather like you!
Come, now, you're running a rig upon a fellow, said the outlaw,
winking and depositing a huge chunk of bread in his capacious jaws.
No, indeed! I liked you, long before I ever saw you! I always did
like people that make other people's hair stand on end! Don't you
remember when you first came here disguised as a peddler, though I did
not know who you were, when we were talking of Black Donald, and
everybody was abusing him, except myself? I took his part and said that
for my part I liked Black Donald and wanted to see him.
Sure enough, my jewel, so you did! And didn't I bravely risk my
life by throwing off my disguise to gratify your laudable wish?
So you did, my hero!
Ah, but well as you liked me, the moment you thought me in your
power didn't you leap upon my shoulders like a catamount and cling
there, shouting to all the world to come and help you, for you had
caught Black Donald and would die before you would give him up? Ah! you
little vampire, how you thirsted for my blood! And you pretended to
like me! said Black Donald, eying her from head to foot, with a sly
Cap returned the look with interest. Dropping her head on one side,
she glanced upward from the corner of her eye, with an expression of
infinite mischief and roguery, saying:
Lor, didn't you know why I did that?
Because you wanted me captured, I suppose.
No, indeed, but, because
Because I wanted you to carry me off!
Well, I declare! I never thought of that! said the outlaw,
dropping his bread and cheese, and staring at the young girl.
Well, you might have thought of it then! I was tired of hum-drum
life, and I wanted to see adventures! said Cap.
Black Donald looked at the mad girl from head to foot and then said,
Miss Black, I am afraid you are not good.
Yes I ambefore folks! said Cap.
And so you really wished me to carry you off?
I should think so! Didn't I stick to you until you dropped me?
Certainly! And now if you really like me as well as you say you do,
come give me a kiss.
I won't! said Cap, until you have done your supper and washed
your face! Your beard is full of crumbs!
Very well, I can wait awhile! Meantime just brew me a bowl of
egg-nog, by way of a night-cap, will you? said the outlaw, drawing off
his boots and stretching his feet to the fire.
Agreed, but it takes two to make egg-nog; you'll have to whisk up
the whites of the eggs into a froth, while I beat the yellows, and mix
the other ingredients, said Cap.
Just so, assented the outlaw, standing up and taking off his coat
and flinging it upon the floor.
Cap shuddered, but went on calmly with her preparations. There were
two little white bowls setting one within the other upon the table. Cap
took them apart and set them side by side and began to break the eggs,
letting the whites slip into one bowl and dropping the yellows into the
Black Donald sat down in his shirt sleeves, took one of the bowls
from Capitola and began to whisk up the whites with all his might and
Capitola beat up the yellows, gradually mixing the sugar with it. In
the course of her work she complained that the heat of the fire
scorched her face, and she drew her chair farther towards the corner of
the chimney, and pulled the stand after her.
Oh, you are trying to get away from me, said Black Donald,
hitching his own chair in the same direction, close to the stand, so
that he sat immediately in front of the fireplace.
Cap smiled and went on beating her eggs and sugar together. Then she
stirred in the brandy and poured in the milk and took the bowl from
Black Donald and laid on the foam. Finally, she filled a goblet with
the rich compound and handed it to her uncanny guest.
Black Donald untied his neck cloth, threw it upon the floor and
sipped his egg-nog, all the while looking over the top of the glass at
Miss Black, he said, it must be past twelve o'clock.
I suppose it is, said Cap.
Then it must be long past your usual hour of retiring.
Of course it is, said Cap.
Then what are you waiting for?
For my company to go home, replied Cap.
Oh, don't mind me, my dear.
Very well, said Cap, I shall not trouble myself about you, and
her tones were steady, though her heart seemed turned into a ball of
ice, through terror.
Black Donald went on slowly sipping his egg-nog, filling up his
goblet when it was empty, and looking at Capitola over the top of his
glass. At last he said:
I have been watching you, Miss Black.
Little need to tell me that, said Cap.
And I have been reading you.
Well, I hope the page was entertaining.
Well, yes, my dear, it was, rather so. But why don't you proceed?
With what you are thinking of, my darling.
I don't understand you!
Why don't you offer to go down-stairs and bring up some lemons?
Oh, I'll go in a moment, said Cap, if you wish.
Hahahahaha! Of course you will, my darling! And you'd
deliver me into the hands of the Philistines, just as you did my poor
men when you fooled them about the victuals! I know your tricks and all
your acting has no other effect on me than to make me admire your
wonderful coolness and courage; so, my dear, stop puzzling your little
head with schemes to baffle me! You are like the caged starling! You
can'tgetout! chuckled Black Donald, hitching his chair nearer to
hers. He was now right upon the center of the rug.
Capitola turned very pale, but not with fear, though Black Donald
thought she did, and roared with laughter.
Have you done your supper? she asked, with a sort of awful
Yes my duck, replied the outlaw, pouring the last of the egg-nog
into his goblet, drinking it at a draught and chuckling as he set down
Capitola then lifted the stand with the refreshments to remove it to
its usual place.
What are you going to do, my dear? asked Black Donald.
Clear away the things and set the room in order, said Capitola, in
the same awfully calm tone.
A nice little housewife you'll make, my duck! said Black Donald.
Capitola set the stand in its corner and then removed her own
armchair to its place before the dressing bureau.
Nothing now remained upon the rug except Black Donald seated in the
Capitola paused; her blood seemed freezing in her veins; her heart
beat thickly; her throat was choked; her head full nearly to bursting,
and her eyes were veiled by a blinding film.
Comecomemy duckmake haste; it is late; haven't you done
setting the room in order yet? said Black Donald, impatiently.
In one moment, said Capitola, coming behind his chair and leaning
upon the back of it.
Donald, she said, with dreadful calmness, I will not now call you
Black Donald! I will call you as your poor mother did, when your young
soul was as white as your skin, before she ever dreamed her boy would
grow black with crime! I will call you simply Donald, and entreat you
to hear me for a few minutes.
Talk on, then, but talk fast, and leave my mother alone! Let the
dead rest! exclaimed the outlaw, with a violent convulsion of his
bearded chin and lip that did not escape the notice of Capitola, who
hoped some good of this betrayal of feeling.
Donald, she said, men call you a man of blood; they say that your
hand is red and your soul black with crime!
They may say what they likeI care not! laughed the outlaw.
But I do not believe all this of you! I believe that there is good
in all, and much good in you; that there is hope for all, and strong
hope for you!
Bosh! Stop talking poetry! 'Tain't in my line, nor yours, either!
laughed Black Donald.
But truth is in all our lines. Donald, I repeat it, men call you a
man of blood! They say that your hands are red and your soul black with
sin! Black Donald, they call you! But, Donald, you have never yet
stained your soul with a crime as black as that which you think of
It must be one o'clock, and I'm tired, replied the outlaw, with a
All your former acts, continued Capitola, in the same voice of
awful calmness, have been those of a bold, bad man! This act would be
that of a base one!
Take care, girlno bad names! You are in my powerat my mercy!
I know my position, but I must continue. Hitherto you have robbed
mail coaches and broken into rich men's houses. In doing thus you have
always boldly risked your life, often at such fearful odds that men
have trembled at their firesides to hear of it. And even women, while
deploring your crimes, have admired your courage.
I thank 'em kindly for it! Women always like men with a spice of
the devil in them! laughed the outlaw.
No, they do not! said Capitola, gravely. They like men of
strength, courage and spiritbut those qualities do not come from the
Evil One, but from the Lord, who is the giver of all good. Your
Creator, Donald, gave you the strength, courage and spirit that all men
and women so much admire; but He did not give you these great powers
that you might use them in the service of his enemy, the devil!
I declare there is really something in that! I never thought of
Nor ever thought, perhaps, that however misguided you may have
been, there is really something great and good in yourself that might
yet be used for the good of man and the glory of God! said Capitola,
Ha, ha, ha! Oh, you flatterer! Come, have you done? I tell you it
is after one o'clock, and I am tired to death!
Donald, in all your former acts of lawlessness your antagonists
were strong men; and as you boldly risked your life in your
depredations, your acts, though bad, were not base! But now your
antagonist is a feeble girl, who has been unfortunate from her very
birth; to destroy her would be an act of baseness to which you never
Bosh! Who talks of destruction? I am tired of all this nonsense! I
mean to carry you off and there's an end of it! said the outlaw,
doggedly, rising from his seat.
Stop! said Capitola, turning ashen pale. Stopsit down and hear
me for just five minutesI will not tax your patience longer.
The robber, with a loud laugh, sank again into his chair, saying:
Very well, talk on for just five minutes, and not a single second
longer; but if you think in that time to persuade me to leave this room
to-night without you, you are widely out of your reckoning, my duck,
Donald, do not sink your soul to perdition by a crime that heaven
cannot pardon! Listen to me! I have jewels here worth several thousand
dollars! If you will consent to go I will give them all to you and let
you quietly out of the front door and never say one word to mortal of
what has passed here to-night.
Ha, ha, ha! Why, my dear, how green you must think me! What hinders
me from possessing myself of your jewels, as well as of yourself! said
Black Donald, impatiently rising.
Sit still! The five minutes' grace are not half out yet, said
Capitola, in a breathless voice.
So they are not! I will keep my promise, replied Black Donald,
laughing, and again dropping into his seat.
Donald, Uncle pays me a quarterly sum for pocket money, which is at
least five times as much as I can spend in this quiet country place. It
has been accumulating for years until now I have several thousand
dollars all of my own. You shall have it if you will only go quietly
away and leave me in peace! prayed Capitola.
My dear, I intend to take that anyhowtake it as your bridal
dower, you know! For I'm going to carry you off and make an honest wife
Donald, give up this heinous purpose! cried Capitola, in an agony
of supplication, as she leaned over the back of the outlaw's chair.
Yes, you know I willhahaha! laughed the robber.
Man, for your own sake give it up!
Ha, ha, ha! for my sake!
Yes, for yours! Black Donald, have you ever reflected on death?
asked Capitola, in a low and terrible voice.
I have risked it often enough; but as to reflecting upon itit
will be time enough to do that when it comes! I am a powerful man, in
the prime and pride of life, said the athlete, stretching himself
Yet it might comedeath might come with sudden overwhelming power,
and hurl you to destruction! What a terrible thing for this magnificent
frame of yours, this glorious handiwork of the Creator, to be hurled to
swift destruction, and for the soul that animates it to be cast into
Bosh again! That is a subject for the pulpit, not for a pretty
girl's room. If you really think me such a handsome man, why don't you
go with me at once and say no more about it, roared the outlaw
Black Donaldwill you leave my room? cried Capitola, in an agony
No! answered the outlaw, mocking her tone.
Is there no inducement that I can hold out to you to leave me?
Capitola raised herself from her leaning posture, took a step
backward, so that she stood entirely free from the trap-door, then
slipping her foot under the rug, she placed it lightly on the
spring-bolt, which she was careful not to press; the ample fall of her
dress concealed the position of her foot.
Capitola was now paler than a corpse, for hers was the pallor of a
living horror! Her heart beat violently, her head throbbed, her voice
was broken as she said:
Man, I will give you one more chance! Oh, man, pity yourself as I
pity you, and consent to leave me!
Ha, ha, ha! It is quite likely that I will! Isn't it, now? No, my
duck, I haven't watched and planned for this chance for this long time
past to give it up, now that you are in my power! A likely story
indeed! And now the five minutes' grace are quite up!
Stop! Don't move yet! Before you stir, say: 'Lord, have mercy on
me! said Capitola, solemnly.
Ha, ha, ha! That's a pretty idea! Why should I say that?
Say it to please me! Only say it, Black Donald!
But why to please you?
Because I wish not to kill both your body and soulbecause I would
not send you prayerless into the presence of your Creator! For, Black
Donald, within a few seconds your body will be hurled to swift
destruction, and your soul will stand before the bar of God! said
Capitola, with her foot upon the spring of the concealed trap.
She had scarcely ceased speaking before he bounded to his feet,
whirled around and confronted her, like a lion at bay, roaring forth:
You have a revolver there, girlmove a finger and I shall throw
myself upon you like an avalanche?
I have no revolverwatch my hands as I take them forth, and see!
said Capitola, stretching her arms out toward him.
What do you mean, then, by your talk of sudden destruction?
inquired Black Donald, in a voice of thunder.
I mean that it hangs over youthat it is imminent! That it is not
to be escaped! Oh, man, call on God, for you have not a minute to
The outlaw gazed on her in astonishment.
Well he might, for there she stood paler than marblesterner than
fatewith no look of human feeling about her, but the gleaming light
of her terrible eyes, and the beading sweat upon her death-like brow.
For an instant the outlaw gazed on her in consternation, and then,
recovering himself he burst into a loud laugh, exclaiming:
Ha, ha, ha! Well, I suppose this is what people would call a piece
of splendid acting! Do you expect to frighten me, my dear, as you did
Craven Le Noir, with the peas!
Say 'Lord have mercy on my soul'say it. Black Donaldsay it. I
beseech you! she prayed.
Ha, ha, ha, my dear! You may say it for me! And to reward you, I
will give you, such a kiss! It will put life into those marble cheeks
of yours! he laughed.
I will say it for you! May the Lord pity and save Black Donald's
soul, if that be yet possible, for the Saviour's sake! prayed
Capitola, in a broken voice, with her foot upon the concealed and fatal
He laughed aloud, stretched forth his arms and rushed to clasp her.
She pressed the spring.
The drop fell with a tremendous crash!
The outlaw shot downwardsthere was an instant's vision of a white
and panic-stricken face, and wild, uplifted hands as he disappeared,
and then a square, black opening, was all that remained where the
terrible intruder had sat.
No sight or sound came up from that horrible pit, to hint of the
secrets of the prison house.
One shuddering glance at the awful void and then Capitola turned and
threw herself, face downward, upon the bed, not daring to rejoice in
the safety that had been purchased by such a dreadful deed, feeling
that it was an awful, though a complete victory!
CHAPTER XX. THE NEXT MORNING.
Oh, such a day!
So fought, so followed and so fairly won
Came not till now to dignify the times.
Since Cæsar's fortunes.
Capitola lay upon the bed, with her face buried in the pillow, the
greater portion of the time from two o'clock until day. An
uncontrollable horror prevented her from turning lest she should see
the yawning mystery in the middle of the floor, or hear some awful
sound from its unknown depths. The very shadows on the walls thrown up
wildly by the expiring firelight were objects of grotesque terror.
Neverneverin her whole youth of strange vicissitude, had the nerves
of this brave girl been so tremendously shaken and prostrated.
It was late in the morning when at last nature succumbed, and she
sank into a deep sleep. She had not slept long when she was aroused
from a profound state of insensibility by a loud, impatient knocking at
She started up wildly and gazed around her. For a minute she could
not remember what were the circumstances under which she had laid down,
or what was that vague feeling of horror and alarm that possessed her.
Then the yawning trap-door, the remnants of the supper, and Black
Donald's coat, hat and boots upon the floor, drove in upon her reeling
brain the memory of the night of terror!
The knocking continued more loudly and impatiently, accompanied by
the voice of Mrs. Condiment, crying:
Miss CapitolaMiss Capitolawhy, what can be the matter with her?
Eh? What? Yes! answered Capitola, pressing her hands to her
feverish forehead, and putting back her dishevelled hair.
Why, how soundly you sleep, my dear! I've been calling and rapping
here for a quarter of an hour! Good gracious, child what made you
oversleep yourself so?
Idid not get to bed till very late, said Capitola, confusedly.
Well, well, my dear, make haste now, your uncle is none of the
patientest, and he has been waiting breakfast for some time! Come, open
the door and I will help you to dress, so that you may be ready
Capitola rose from the side of the bed, where she had been sitting,
and went cautiously around that gaping trap door to her chamber door,
when she missed the key, and suddenly remembered that it had been in
Black Donald's pocket when he fell. A shudder thrilled her frame at the
thought of that horrible fall.
WellwellMiss Capitola, why don't you open the door? cried the
old lady, impatiently.
Mrs. Condiment, I have lost the keydropped it down the trap-door.
Please ask uncle to send for some one to take the lock offand don't
wait breakfast for me.
Well, I do think that was very careless, my dear; but I'll go at
once, said the old lady, moving away.
She had not been gone more than ten minutes, when Old Hurricane was
heard, coming blustering along the hall and calling:
What now, you imp of Satan? What mischief have you been at now?
Opening the trap-door, you mischievous monkey! I wish from the bottom
of my soul you had fallen into it, and I should have got rid of one
trial! Losing your key, you careless baggage! I've a great mind to
leave you locked up there forever.
Thus scolding, Old Hurricane reached the spot and began to ply
screw-drivers and chisels until at length the strong lock yielded, and
he opened the door.
There a vision met his eyes that arrested his steps upon the very
threshold; the remains of a bacchanalian supper; a man's coat and hat
and boots upon the floor; in the midst of the room the great, square,
black opening; and beyond it standing upon the hearth, the form of
Capitola, with disordered dress, dishevelled hair and wild aspect!
Oh, uncle, see what I have been obliged to do! she exclaimed,
extending both her arms down toward the opening with a look of blended
horror and inspiration, such as might have sat upon the countenance of
some sacrificial priestess of the olden time.
Whatwhatwhat! cried the old man, nearly dumb with amazement.
Black Donald was in my room last night. He stole from his
concealment and locked the door on the inside and withdrew the key,
thus locking me in with himself, and She ceased and struck both
hands to her face, shuddering from head to foot.
Go on, girl! thundered Old Hurricane, in an agony of anxiety.
I escaped harmlessoh, I did, sirbut at what a fearful price!
Explain! Explain! cried Old Hurricane, in breathless agitation.
I drew him to sit upon the chair on the rug, andagain she
shuddered from head to foot, and I sprang the trap and precipitated
him tooh, heaven of heavens!where? I know not!
But youyou were unharmed?
Oh, Cap! Oh, my dear Cap! Thank heaven for that!
But, uncle, whereoh, where did he go? inquired Capitola, almost
Who the demon cares? To perdition. I hope and trust, with all my
heart and soul! cried Old Hurricane, with emphasis, as he approached
and looked down the opening.
Uncle, what is below there? asked Capitola anxiously, pointing
down the abyss.
An old cellar, as I have told you long ago, and Black Donald, as
you have just told me. Hilloe there! Are you killed, as you deserve to
be, you atrocious villain? roared Old Hurricane, stooping down into
A feeble distant moan answered him.
Oh, heaven! He is living! He is living! I have not killed him!
cried Capitola, clasping her hands.
Why, I do believe you are glad of it! exclaimed Old Hurricane, in
Oh, yes, yes, yes! For it was a fearful thought that I had been
compelled to take a sacred life! to send an immortal soul unprepared to
Well! his neck isn't broken, it appears, or he couldn't groan; but
I hope and trust every other bone in his body is! Mrs. Condiment, mum!
I'll trouble you to put on your bonnet and walk to Ezy's and tell him
to come here directly! I must send for the constable, said Old
Hurricane, going to the door and speaking to his housekeeper, who, with
an appalled countenance had been a silent spectator of all that had
As soon as the old woman had gone to do her errand he turned again,
and stooping down the hole, exclaimed:
I say, you scoundrel down there! What do you think of yourself now?
Are you much hurt, you knave? Is every one of your bones broken, as
they deserve to be, you villain? Answer me, you varlet!
A low, deep moan was the only response.
If that means yes, I'm glad to hear it, you wretch. You'll go to
the camp-meeting with us again, won't you, you knave? You'll preach
against evil passions and profane swearing, looking right straight at
me all the time, until you bring the eyes of the whole congregation
upon me as a sinner above all sinners, you scoundrel? You'll turn me
out of my own bed and away from my own board, won't you, you villain?
Won't you, precious Father Grey? Oh, we'll Father Grey you! Demmy, the
next time a trap-door falls under you, you rascal, there shall be a
rope around your neck to keep you from the ground, precious Father
Uncle! Uncle! that is cowardly! exclaimed Capitola.
What is cowardly, Miss Impertinence?
To insult and abuse a fallen man who is in your power! The poor man
is badly hurt, may be dying, for aught you know, and you stand over him
and berate him when he cannot even answer you!
Umph, umph, umph; demmy, you'reumph, well, he is fallen, fallen
pretty badly, eh? and if he should come round after this, the next fall
he gets will be likely to break his neck, eh?I say, you gentleman
below thereMr. Black Donaldprecious Father Greyyou'll keep quiet,
won't you, while we go and get our breakfast? do, now! Come, Cap, come
down and pour out my coffee, and by the time we get through, Old Ezy
will be here.
Capitola complied, and they left the room together.
The overseer came in while they were at breakfast, and with his hair
standing on end, listened to the account of the capture of the outlaw
by our heroine.
And now saddle Fleetfoot and ride for your life to Tip-Top and
bring a pair of constables, were the last orders of Old Hurricane.
While Mr. Ezy was gone on his errand, Major Warfield, Capitola and
Mrs. Condiment remained below stairs.
It was several hours before the messenger returned with the
constables, and with several neighbors whom interest and curiosity had
instigated to join the party.
As soon as they arrived, a long ladder was procured and carried up
into Capitola's chamber, and let down through the trap-door.
Fortunately it was long enough, for when the foot of the ladder found
the floor of the cellar, the head rested securely against the edge of
In a moment the two constables began singly to descend, the foremost
one carrying a lighted candle in his hand.
The remaining members of the party, consisting of Major Warfield,
Capitola, Mrs. Condiment, and some half dozen neighbors, remained
gathered around the open trap-door, waiting, watching, and listening
for what might next happen.
Presently one of the constables called out:
Major Warfield, sir!
Well! replied Old Hurricane.
He's a-breathing still, sir; but seems badly hurt, and may be
a-dying, seeing as he's unsensible and unspeakable. What shall we do
long of him?
Bring him up! let's have a look at the fellow, at any rate!
exclaimed Old Hurricane, peremptorily.
Just so, sir! but some of the gem-men up there'll have to come down
on the ladder and give a lift. He's a dead weight now, I tell your
Several of the neighbors immediately volunteered for the service,
and two of the strongest descended the ladder to lend their aid.
On attempting to move the injured man he uttered a cry of pain, and
fainted, and then it took the united strength and skill of four strong
men to raise the huge insensible form of the athlete, and get him up
the ladder. No doubt the motion greatly inflamed his inward wounds, but
that could not be helped. They got him up at last, and laid out upon
the floor a ghastly, bleeding, insensible form, around which every one
gathered to gaze. While they were all looking upon him as upon a
slaughtered wild beast, Capitola alone felt compassion.
Uncle, he is quite crushed by his fall. Make the men lay him upon
the bed. Never think of me; I shall never occupy this room again; its
associations are too full of horrors. There, uncle, make them at once
lay him upon the bed.
I think the young lady is right, unless we mean to let the fellow
die, said one of the neighbors.
Very well! I have particular reasons of my own for wishing that the
man's life should be spared until he could be brought to trial and
induced to give up his accomplices, said Old Hurricane. Then, turning
to his ward, he said:
Come along, Capitola. Mrs. Condiment will see that your effects are
transferred to another apartment.
And you, friends, he continued, addressing the men present, be so
good, so soon as we have gone, to undress that fellow and put him to
bed, and examine his injuries while I send off for a physician; for I
consider it very important his life should be spared sufficiently long
to enable him to give up his accomplices. And so saying, Old Hurricane
drew the arm of Capitola within his own and left the room.
It was noon before the physician arrived. When he had examined the
patient he pronounced him utterly unfit to be removed, as besides other
serious contusions and bruises, his legs were broken and several of his
In a word. It was several weeks before the strong constitution of
the outlaw prevailed over his many injuries, and he was pronounced well
enough to be taken before a magistrate and committed to prison to await
his trial. Alas! his life, it was said, was forfeit by a hundred
crimes, and there could be no doubt as to his fate. He maintained a
self-possessed good-humored and laughingly defiant manner, and when
asked to give up his accomplices, he answered gaily:
That treachery was a legal virtue which outlaws could not be
expected to know anything about.
Capitola was everywhere lauded for her brave part in the capture of
the famous desperado. But Cap was too sincerely sorry for Black Donald
to care for the applause.
CHAPTER XXI. A FATAL HATRED.
Oh, heaven and all its hosts, he shall not die!
By Satan and his fiends, he shall not live!
This is no transient flash of fugitive passion,
His death has been my life for years of misery,
Which, else I had not lived,
Upon that thought, and not on food, I fed,
Upon that thought, and not on sleep, I rested,
I came to do the deed that must be done,
Nor thou, nor the sheltering angels could prevent me.
The United States army, under General Scott, invested the city of
A succession of splendid victories had marked every stage of their
advance, from the seacoast to the capital. Vera Cruz had fallen;
Cerro-Gordo had been stormed and passed; Xalapa taken; the glorious
triumph of Churubusco had been achieved. The names of Scott, Worth,
Wool, Quitman, Pillow and others were crowned with honor. Others again,
whose humble names and unnoticed heroism have never been recorded,
endured as nobly, suffered as patiently, and fought as bravely. Our own
young hero, Herbert Greyson, had covered himself with honor.
The War with Mexico witnessed, perhaps, the most rapid promotions of
any other in the whole history of military affairs.
The rapid ascent of our young officer was a striking instance of
this. In two years from the time he had entered the service, with a
lieutenant's commission, he held the rank of major, in the Regiment
Fortune had not smiled upon our other young friend, Traverse
Rockepartly because, being entirely out of his vocation, he had no
right to expect success; but mostly because he had a powerful enemy in
the Colonel of his regimentan unsleeping enemy, whose constant
vigilance was directed to prevent the advancement and insure the
degradation and ruin of one whom he contemptuously termed the
Now, it is known that by the rules of military etiquette, a wide
social gulf lies between the Colonel of the regiment and the private in
Yet, Colonel Le Noir continually went out of his way to insult
Private Rocke, hoping to provoke him to some act of fatal
And very heavy was this trial to a high spirited young man like
Traverse Rocke, and very fortunate was it for him that he had early
been imbued with that most important truth, that He who ruleth his own
spirit is greater than he who taketh a city.
But, if Colonel Le Noir crossed the gulf of military etiquette to
harass the poor young soldier, Major Greyson did the same thing for the
more honorable purpose of soothing and encouraging him.
And both Herbert and Traverse hoped that the designs of their
Colonel would be still frustrated by the self-command and patience of
the young private.
Alas! they did not know the great power of evil! They did not know
that nothing less than Divine Providence could meet and overcome it.
They fondly believed that the malignity of Le Noir had resulted in
no other practical evil than in preventing the young soldier's
well-merited advancement, and in keeping him in the humble position of
a private in the ranks.
They were not aware that the discharge of Traverse Rocke had long
ago arrived, but that it had been suppressed through the diabolical
cunning of Le Noir. That letters, messages and packets, sent by his
friends to the young soldier, had found their way into his Colonel's
possession and no further.
And so, believing the hatred of that bad man to have been fruitless
of serious, practical evil, Herbert encouraged his friend to be patient
for a short time longer, when they should see the end of the campaign,
if not of the war.
It was now that period of suspense and of false truce between the
glorious 20th of August and the equally glorious 8th of September,
1847between the two most brilliant actions of the war, the battle of
Churubusco and the storming of Chapultepec.
The General-in-Chief of the United States forces in Mexico was at
his headquarters in the Archiepiscopal palace of Tacubaya, on the
suburbs, or in the full sight of the city of the Montezumas, awaiting
the issue of the conference between the commissioners of the hostile
governments, met to arrange the terms of a treaty of peacethat every
day grew more hopeless.
General Scott, who had had misgivings as to the good faith of the
Mexicans, had now his suspicions confirmed by several breaches on the
part of the enemy of the terms of the armistice.
Early in September he despatched a letter to General Santa Anna,
complaining of these infractions of the truce, and warning him that if
some satisfactory explanations were not made within forty-eight hours
he should consider the armistice at an end, and renew hostilities.
And not to lose time, he began on the same night a series of
reconnaissances, the object of which was to ascertain their best
approach to the city of Mexico, which, in the event of the renewal of
the war, he purposed to carry by assault.
It is not my intention to pretend to describe the siege and capture
of the capital, which has been so often and eloquently described by
grave and wise historians, but rather to follow the fortunes of an
humble private in the ranks, and relate the events of a certain
court-martial, as I learned them from the after-dinner talk of a
gallant officer who had officiated on the occasion.
It was during these early days in September, while the illustrious
General-in-Chief was meditating concluding the war by the assault of
the city of Mexico, that Colonel Le Noir also resolved to bring his own
private feud to an end, and ruin his enemy by a coup-de-diable.
He had an efficient tool for his purpose in the Captain of the
company to which Traverse Rocke belonged. This man, Captain Zuten, was
a vulgar upstart thrown into his command by the turbulence of war, as
the scum is cast up to the surface by the boiling of the cauldron.
He hated Traverse Rocke, for no conceivable reason, unless it was
that the young private was a perfect contrast to himself, in the
possession of a handsome person, a well cultivated mind, and a
gentlemanly deportmentcause sufficient for the antagonism of a mean
and vulgar nature.
Colonel Le Noir was not slow to see and to take advantage of this
And Captain Zuten became the willing coadjutor and instrument of his
vengeance. Between them they concocted a plot to bring the unfortunate
young man to an ignominious death.
One morning, about the first of September, Major Greyson, in going
his rounds, came upon Traverse, standing sentry near one of the
outposts. The aspect of the young private was so pale, haggard and
despairing that his friend immediately stopped and exclaimed:
Why Traverse, how ill you look! More fitted for the sick list than
the sentry's duties. What the deuce is the matter?
The young soldier touched his hat to his superior and answered
sadly, I am ill, ill in body and mind, sir.
Pooh!leave off etiquette when we are alone, Traverse, and call me
Herbert, as usual. Heaven knows, I shall be glad when all this is over
and we fall back into our relative civil positions towards each other.
But what is the matter now, Traverse? Some of Le Noir's villainy again,
Of course. But I did not mean to complain, Herbert; that were
childish. I must endure this slavery, these insults and persecutions
patiently, since I have brought them upon myself.
Take comfort, Traverse. The war is drawing to a close. Either this
armistice will end in a permanent peace, or when hostilities are
renewed our General will carry the city of Mexico by storm, and dictate
the terms of a treaty from the grand square of the capital. In either
event the war will soon be over, the troops disbanded, and the
volunteers free to go about their business, and Doctor Traverse Rocke
at liberty to pursue his legitimate profession, said Herbert,
It may be so, I do not know. Oh, Herbert, whether it be from want
of sleep and excessive fatiguefor I have been on duty for three days
and nightsor whether it be from incipient illness, or all these
causes put together, I cannot tell, but my spirits are dreadfully
depressed! There seems to be hanging over me a cloud of fate I cannot
dispel. Every hour seems descending lower and blacker over my head,
until it feels like some heavy weight about to suffocate or crush me,
said Traverse, sadly.
Pooh, pooh! hypochondria! cheer up! Remember that in a month we
shall probably be disbanded, and in a yearthink of it, Traverse
RockeClara Day will be twenty-one, and at liberty to give you her
hand. Cheer up!
Ah, Herbert, all that seems now to be more unsubstantial than the
fabric of a dream. I cannot think of Clara or of my mother without
despair. For oh, Herbert, between me and them there seems to yawn a
dishonored grave! Herbert, they talk, you know, of an attack upon the
Molina-del-Rey, and I almost hope to fall in that charge!
Why? inquired Major Greyson, in dismay.
To escape being forced into a dishonored grave! Herbert, that man
has sworn my ruin, and he will accomplish it! said Traverse, solemnly.
For Heaven's sake, explain yourself! said Herbert.
I will. Listen! I will tell you the history of the last three
days, said Traverse; but before he could add another word the sentry
that was to relieve his guard approached and said:
Captain Zuten orders you to come to his tent instantly.
With a glance of significance, Traverse bowed to Herbert and walked
off, while the sentinel took his place.
Herbert saw no more of Traverse that day. At night he went to
inquire for him, but learned that he had been sent with a
reconnoitering party to the Molina-del-Rey.
The next day, on seeking Traverse, he understood that the young
private had been despatched on a foraging expedition. That night, upon
again inquiring for him, he was told that he had been sent in
attendance upon the officers who had borne secret despatches to General
Quitman, at his quarters on the Acapulco road.
Traverse is right. They mean to ruin him. I see how it is, exactly.
When I saw Traverse on guard, two days ago, he looked like a man
exhausted and crazed for want of sleep, and since that time he has been
night and day engaged in harassing duty. That demon, Le Noir, with
Zuten to help him, has determined to keep Traverse from sleep, until
nature is thoroughly exhausted, and then set him upon guard, that he
may be found sleeping on his post. That was what the boy meant when he
talked of the cloud that was hanging over him, and of being forced into
a dishonored grave, and when he hoped, poor fellow, to fall in the
approaching assault upon the Molina-del-Rey! I see it all now. They
have decided upon the destruction of Traverse. He can do nothing, A
soldier's whole duty is comprised in one wordobedience, even if, as
in this instance, he is ordered to commit suicide. Let them hatch their
diabolical plots. We will see if the Lord does not still reign, and the
devil is not a fool. It shall go hard, but that they are 'hoist with
their own petard!' said Herbert, indignantly.
Early the next morning he went to the tent of Captain Zuten and
requested to see Private Traverse Rocke, in whom, he said, he felt a
The answer of Colonel Le Noir's tool confirmed Herbert's worse
Touching his cap with an air of exaggerated deference, he said:
As you think so much of the young fellow, Major, I am very sorry to
inform you, sir, that he is under arrest.
Upon what charge? inquired Herbert, calmly, concealing the
suspicion and indignation of his bosom.
Upon a rather bad one, Majorsleeping on his post, replied the
officer, masking his exultation with a show of respect.
Rather bad! The penalty is death, said Herbert, dryly.
Yes, sirmartial law is rather severe.
Who charges him? asked Herbert, curtly.
The Colonel of our regiment, sir, replied the man, scarcely able
to conceal his triumph.
An accusation from a high quarter. Is his charge supported by other
Beg pardon, Major, but is that necessary?
You have answered my question by asking another one, sir. I will
trouble you for a direct reply, said Herbert with dignity.
Then, Major, I must replyyes.
What testimony? I would know the circumstances?
Well, sir, I will tell you about it, said the officer, with
ill-concealed triumph. Private Traverse Rocke had the early morning
After his return from the night ride to Acapulco?
Yes, sir. Well, Colonel Le Noir and myself in going our rounds this
morning, just before sunrise, came full upon the young fellow, fast
asleep on his post. In fact, sir, it required a hearty shake to awaken
After ninety-six hours' loss of sleep, I should not wonder.
I know nothing about that, sir. I only know that Colonel Le Noir
and myself found him fast asleep on his post. He was immediately
Where is he now? inquired Herbert.
In one of the Colonel's extra tents, under guard, replied the
Herbert immediately went to the tent in question, where he found two
sentinels, with loaded muskets, on duty before the door. They grounded
arms on the approach of their superior officer.
Is Private Traverse Rocke confined within there? he inquired.
I must pass in to see him.
I beg your pardon, sir, but our orders are strict, not even to
admit an officer, without a written order from our Colonel, said the
Where is the Colonel?
In his tent, sir.
Herbert immediately went on to the fine marquee occupied by Colonel
The sentinel on duty there at once admitted him, and he passed on
into the presence of the Colonel.
He saluted his superior officer with cold military etiquette, and
I have come, sir, to ask of you an order to see Private Traverse
Rocke, confined under the charge of sleeping on his post.
I regret to say, Major Greyson, that it cannot be done, replied Le
Noir, with ironical politeness.
Will you have the kindness to inform me, sir, upon what pretext my
reasonable request is refused? asked Herbert, coldly.
I deem it quite unnecessary to do so, sir, answered the Colonel,
Then I have no more to do here, replied Herbert, leaving the tent.
He immediately threw himself into his saddle and rode off to the
Archiepiscopal palace of Tacubaya, where the General-in-Chief had fixed
Here he had to wait some little time before he was admitted to the
presence of the gallant commander, who received him with all the
stately courtesy for which that renowned officer is distinguished.
Herbert mentioned the business that had brought him to the General's
presence, the request of a written order to see a prisoner in strict
confinement for sleeping on his post.
The commander whose kind heart was interested in the welfare of all
his soldiers, made some inquiries into the affair, of which Herbert
proceeded to give him a short history, without, however, venturing, as
yet, directly to charge the Captain or the Colonel with intentional
foul play; indeed to have attempted to criminate the superior officers
of the accused man would then have been most unwise, useless and
The General immediately wrote the desired order and passed it to the
Herbert bowed and was about to retire from the room, when he was
called back by the General, who placed a packet of letters in his hand,
saying that they had arrived among his despatches, and were for the
prisoner, to whom Major Greyson might as well take them at once.
Herbert received them with avidity, and on his way back to the
Colonel's tent he examined their superscription.
There were three lettersall directed to Traverse Rocke. On two of
them he recognized the familiar handwriting of Marah Rocke, on the
other he saw the delicate Italian style of a young lady's hand, which
he readily believed to be that of Clara.
In the midst of his anxiety on his friend's account he rejoiced to
have this one little ray of comfort to carry him. He knew that many
months had elapsed since the young soldier had heard from his friends
at homein fact, Traverse never received a letter unless it happened
to come under cover to Herbert Greyson. And well they both knew the
How very fortunate, said Herbert, as he rode on, that I happened
to be at the General's quarters to receive these letters just when I
did; for if they had been sent to Colonel Le Noir's quarters or to
Captain Z.'s, poor Traverse would never have heard of them. However, I
shall not distract Traverse's attention by showing him these letters
until he has told me the full history of his arrest, for I wish him to
give me a cool account of the whole thing, so that I may know if I can
possibly serve him. Ah, it is very unlikely that any power of mine will
be able to save him if indeed, and in truth, he did sleep upon his
post, ruminated Herbert, as he rode up to the tent where the prisoner
Another pair of sentinels were on duty in place of those who had
refused him admittance.
He alighted from his horse, was challenged, showed his order, and
passed into the tent.
There a sight met him that caused the tears to rush to his eyesfor
the bravest is always the tenderest heart.
Thrown down on the mat at the back of the tent lay Traverse Rocke,
pale, haggard and sunken in the deep, deep sleep of utter exhaustion.
Even in that state of perfect abandonment, prostration and
insensibility, the expression of great mental anguish remained upon his
deathly countenance; a mortal pallor overspread his face; his thick,
black curls, matted with perspiration, clung to his hollow temples and
cheeks; great drops of sweat beaded upon his corrugated brow; a quiver
convulsed his mouth and chin; every circumstance betrayed how severely,
even in that swoon-like state, he suffered.
Herbert drew a camp-stool and sat down beside his mat, resolving not
to break that greatly needed rest, but to wait patiently until the
sleeper should awake.
Again, I say that I know nothing about mesmerism, but I have seen
strange effects produced quite unconsciously by the presence of one
person upon another. And in a few minutes after Herbert took his seat
beside Traverse, it was noticeable that the face of the sleeper lost
its look of pain, and his rest grew deep and calm.
Herbert sat watching that pale, calm, intellectual face, thanking
heaven that his mother, in her distant home, knew nothing of her boy's
deadly peril and praying heaven that its justice might be vindicated in
the deliverance of this victim from the snares of those who sought his
For more than an hour longer Traverse slept the deep sleep of
exhaustion, and then calmly awoke. On seeing Herbert sitting beside
him, he smiled sadly, saying:
You here, Herbert? How kind of you to come. Well, Herbert, you see
they have succeeded, as I knew they would. That was what I wished to
tell you about when I was abruptly ordered away. I do believe it was
done on purpose to prevent my telling you. I really think I have been
surrounded by spies to report and distort every word and look and
gesture. If our company had only watched the enemy with half the
vigilance with which they watched me, that party of emigrants would not
have been cut off on the plains.
Traverse, said Herbert, solemnly taking the hand of his friend,
were you caught sleeping on your post?
Ah, sleeping like death, Herbert.
Herbert dropped the hand of his friend, covered his face with his
own, and groaned aloud, He could not help it!
I told you that they had resolved upon my death, Herbert. I told
you that I should be pushed into a shameful grave!
Oh, no, no, the Lord forbid! But tell me all about it, Traverse,
that I may understand and know how to proceed, said Herbert, in a
Well, I need not tell you how I have been insulted, oppressed and
persecuted by those two men, for you know that already.
It really soon became apparent to me that they were resolved, if
possible, to exasperate me to desert, to retort, or to commit some
other fatal act of insubordination or violence. Yet, for the sake of my
dear mother and of Clara, I did violence only to my own natural
manhood, and bore it all with the servility of a slave.
With the submission of a saint, dear Traverse; and in doing so you
followed the divine precept and example of Our Saviour, who, when
accused, railed upon and buffeted, 'opened not his mouth.' And in His
forbearance, dear Traverse, there was as much of God-like dignity as
there was of saintly patience. Great self-respect is as often
manifested in forbearance as in resentment, said Herbert, soothingly.
But you see it availed me nothing. Here I am, under a charge to
which I plead guilty, and the penalty of which isdeath! replied
Traverse, in despair.
Tell me how it was, Traverse. Your persecutions and your patience I
knew before, but what are the circumstances that led to your present
position? That your misfortune is the result of a concerted plan on the
part of Le Noir and his tool, I partly see, but I wish you to put me in
possession of all the facts, that I may see in what manner I may be
able to assist you.
Ah, Herbert, I thank you, most faithful of friends, but I doubt
whether you can assist me in any other manner than in being kind to my
poor mother and my dear Clara when I am gonefor ah, old playmate, the
act can be too surely proved upon me, and the penalty is certainand
it is death! said the poor boy, deeply sighing.
Herbert groaned, and said:
But tell me, at least, the history of the four days preceding your
I will. Let me seethis is Friday. Well, until this morning's
fatal sleep, I had not slept since Sunday night. Monday was passed in
the usual routine of military duty. Monday evening I was sent on a
reconnoitering expedition to the old castellated Spanish fort of the
Casa de Mata, that occupied the whole night. On Tuesday morning I was
selected to attend the messenger who went with the flag of truce into
the city to carry our General's letter of expostulation to Santa Anna,
which employed the whole day. On Tuesday night, without having had an
hour's rest in the interval, I was put on guard. Wednesday morning I
was sent with a party to escort an emigrant caravan across the marsh to
the village of Churubusco. Wednesday afternoon you saw me on guard and
I told you that I had not slept one hour for three days and nights.
Yes, you looked ill enough to be ordered on the sick list.
Yet, listen. Thoroughly exhausted as I was, on Wednesday night I
was ordered to join a party to go on a secret reconnoitering expedition
to the Molina-del-Rey. On Thursday morning I was sent out with another
party on a foraging tour. On Thursday night I was sent in attendance
upon the officer who carried despatches to General Quitman. On Friday
morning I was set on guard between the hours of four and eight!
Oh, heaven, what an infamous abuse of military authority!
exclaimed Herbert, indignantly.
Herbert, in my life I have sometimes suffered with hunger, cold and
pain, and have some idea of what starving, freezing and torture may be,
but among all the ills to which flesh is heir, I doubt if there is one
so trying to the nerves and brain of man as enforced and long-continued
vigilance, when all his failing nature sinks for want of sleep.
Insanity and death must soon be the result.
Humph! Go on. Tell me about the manner of their finding you, said
Herbert, scarcely able to repress his indignation.
Well, when afterlet me seeeighty-fourninetyninety-six hours
of incessant watching, riding and walking, I was set on guard to keep
the morning watch between four o'clock and eight, 'my whole head was
sick and my whole heart faint'; my frame was sinking; my soul could
scarcely hold my body upright. In addition to this physical suffering
was the mental anguish of feeling that these men had resolved upon my
death, and thinking of my dear mother and Clara, whose hearts would be
broken by my fall. Oh! the thought of them at this moment quite unmans
me. I must not reflect. Well, I endeavored with all the faculties of my
mind and body to keep awake. I kept steadily pacing to and fro, though
I could scarcely drag one limb after the other, or even stand upright;
sleep would arrest me while in motion, and I would drop my musket and
wake up in a panic, with the impression of some awful, overhanging ruin
appalling my soul. Herbert, will you think me a miserably weak wretch
if I tell you that that night was a night of mental and physical
horrors? Brain and nerves seemed in a state of disorganization; thought
and emotion were chaos; the relations of soul and body broken up. I had
but one strong, clear idea, namely, that I must keep awake at all
costs, or bring shameful death upon myself and disgrace upon my family.
And even in the very midst of thinking this I would fall asleep.
No power within yourself could have prevented it; indeed, you had
to drop into sleep or death!
I pinched myself, I cut my flesh, I burned my skin, but all in
vain. Nothing could withstand the overwhelming power of sleep that
finally conquered me, about five o'clock this morning. Then, in the
midst of a delightful dream of mother and Clara and home, I was roused
up by a rude shake, and awoke to find my musket fallen from my hands,
and my Captain and Colonel standing over me. It was several minutes
before I could travel back from the pleasant land of sleep and dreams
and realize my real position. When I did I had nothing to say. The
inevitable ruin I felt had come, and crushed me into a sort of dumb
despair. Nor did my superior officers reproach metheir revenge was
too perfect. The captain called a sergeant to take my gun, and I was
marched off to my present prison. And, Herbert, no sooner was I left
alone here than sleep overcame me again, like a strong man, and despite
all the gloom and terror of my situation, despite all my thoughts of
home and mother and Clara, I slept like a tired child. But this
awakening. Oh! this awakening, Herbert!
Be of good courage. Let us hope that heaven will enable us to
confound the plots of the evil, and save you!
Ah, Herbert, that will be impossible. The duty of a soldier is
clear and stern; his punishment, if he fails in it, swift and sure. At
the word of command he must march into the very jaws of death, as is
right. He must die or madden for the want of rest, rather than fall
asleep on his post, for if he does, his punishment is certain and
shameful death. Oh, my mother! Oh, Clara! Would heaven I had fallen at
Vera Cruz or Churubusco, rather than live to bring this dreadful sorrow
upon you, cried Traverse, covering his convulsed face with his hands.
Cheer up, cheer up, old comrade. All is not lost that is
endangered, and we shall save you yet!
Herbert, you know it is impossible.
No, I do not know any such thing!
You know that I shall be tried to-day and shot to-morrow! Oh,
Herbert, never let my dear ones at home know how I shall die. Tell them
that I fell before Chepultepecwhich will be literally true, you know.
Oh, my mother! Oh, my dear Clara, shall I never see you more? Never
hear your sweet voices calling me? Never feel the kind clasp of your
hands again? Is this the end of a life of aspiration and endeavor? Is
this the comfort and happiness I was to bring you?early bereavement,
dishonored names and broken hearts?
I tell you, no! You shall be saved! I say it!
Ah, it is impossible.
No, it is only very difficultso very difficult that I shall be
sure to accomplish it!
What a paradox!
It is a truth. Things difficultalmost to impossibilitycan
always be accomplished. Write that upon your tablets, for it is a
valuable truth. And now cheer up, for I bring you letters from Clara
and your mother.
Letters! from Clara! and mother! Oh, give them to me! exclaimed
the young man eagerly.
Herbert handed them, and Traverse eagerly broke the seals, one after
another, and devoured the contents.
They are well! They are well and happy! Oh, thank God they are so.
Oh, Herbert, never let them know how I shall die! If they think I fell
honorably in battle, they will get over it in time, but if they know I
died a convict's death it will break their hearts. Oh, Herbert, my dear
friend, by all our boyhood's love, never let my poor mother and dear
Clara know the manner of my death! cried Traverse, in an imploring
Before he could say another word or Herbert could answer, an orderly
sergeant entered and put into Major Greyson's hands a paper that proved
to be a summons for him to attend immediately at headquarters to serve
upon a court-martial, to try Private Traverse Rocke upon the charge of
sleeping on his post.
This is done on purpose to prevent me becoming a witness for the
defense! whispered Herbert to his friend, but take courage. We will
see yet whether you shall succeed!
CHAPTER XXII. THE COURT-MARTIAL.
I wish I could
Meet all accusers with as good excuse,
As well as I am certain I can clear
Myself of this.
Pursuant with the general orders issued from headquarters, the
court-martial, consisting of thirteen officers, convened at Tacubaya,
for the trial of Traverse Rocke, private in the Regiment of
Infantry, accused of sleeping on his post.
It was a sultry morning, early in September, and by seven o'clock
the drum was heard beating before the Archiepiscopal palace, where it
was understood the trial, involving life or death, would come off.
The two sentinels on guard before the doors and a few officers off
duty, loitering about the verandas, were the only persons visible near
the well-ordered premises, until the members of the court-martial, with
the prosecutors and witnesses, began to assemble and pass in.
Within a lofty apartment of the building, which was probably at one
time the great dining-hall of the priests, were collected some twenty
persons, comprising the court-martial and its attendants.
An extension table covered with green cloth occupied the middle of
the long room.
At the head of this table sat General W., the president of the
court. On his right and left, at the sides of the table, were arranged
the other members according to their rank.
At a smaller table, near the right hand of the President, stood the
Judge Advocate or prosecutor on behalf of the United States.
At the door stood a sentinel on guard, and near him two or three
orderly sergeants in attendance upon the officers.
The Judge Advocate opened the court by calling over the names of the
members, beginning with the President and ending with the youngest
officer present, and recording them as they responded.
This preliminary settled, orders were despatched to bring the
prisoner, prosecutor and witnesses into court.
And in a few minutes entered Colonel Le Noir, Captain Zuten, Ensign
Allen and Sergeant Baker. They were accommodated with seats near the
left hand of the President.
Lastly, the prisoner was brought in guarded, and placed standing at
the foot of the table.
Traverse looked pale, from the severe effects of excessive fatigue
and anxiety, but he deported himself with firmness and dignity, bowed
respectfully to the court, and then drew his stately form up to its
fullest height, and stood awaiting the proceedings.
The Judge Advocate at the order of the President, commenced and read
the warrant for holding the court. He then read over the names of the
members, commencing as before, with the President, and descending
through the gradations of rank to the youngest officer, and demanded of
the prisoner whether he had any cause of challenge, or took any
exception to any member present, and if so, to declare it, as was his
Traverse lifted his noble head and keen eyes, and looked slowly
around, in turn, upon each officer of the court-martial.
They might all be said to be strangers to him, since he knew them
only by sightall except his old acquaintance, Herbert Greyson, who
sat first at the left hand of the President, and who returned his look
of scrutiny with a gaze full of encouragement.
I find no cause of challenge, and take no exception to any among
the officers composing this court, answered Traverse, again bowing
with such sweetness and dignity in tone and gesture that the officers,
in surprise, looked first at the prisoner and then at each other. No
one could doubt that the accused, in the humble garb of a private
soldier, was nevertheless a man of education and refinementa true
gentleman, both in birth and breeding.
As no challenge was made, the Judge Advocate proceeded to administer
to each of the members of the court the oath prescribed in the Articles
of War, to the intent that they should try the matter before them,
between the prisoner and the United States, according to the evidence,
without fear, favor or affection.
This oath was taken by each member holding up his right hand and
repeating the words after the officer.
The court then being regularly constituted, and every preliminary
form observed, the Judge Advocate arose and directed the prisoner to
listen to the charge brought against him, and preferred by the Colonel
of his Regiment, Gabriel Le Noir.
Traverse raised his head and fixed his eagle eyes upon the
prosecutor, who stood beside the Judge Advocate, while the latter in an
audible voice read the accusation, charging the prisoner with wilful
neglect of duty, in that he, the said Traverse Rocke, on the night of
the first of September, being placed on guard at the northwestern
outpost of the Infantry quarters, at Tacubaya, did fall asleep upon his
post, thereby endangering the safety of the quarters, and violating the
46th Article of War.
To which charge the prisoner, in a firm voice, replied:
Not guilty of wilful neglect of duty, though found sleeping upon my
The Judge Advocate then cautioned all witnesses to withdraw from the
court and come only as they were called. They withdrew, and he then
arranged some preliminaries of the examination, and called inCaptain
Zuten, of the Regiment of Infantry.
This witness was a short, coarse-featured, red-haired person of
Dutch extraction, without intellect enough to enable him to conceal the
malignity of his nature.
He testified that on Thursday, the first of September, Traverse
Rocke, private in his company, was ordered on guard at the northwestern
outpost of the quarters, between the hours of four and eight a.m. That
about five o'clock on the same morning, he, Joseph Zuten, in making his
usual rounds, and being accompanied on that occasion by Colonel Gabriel
Le Noir, Lieutenant Adams and Ensign Baker, did surprise Private
Traverse Rocke asleep on his post leaning against the sentry box with
his musket at his feet.
This witness was cross-examined by the Judge Advocate, who, it is
known, combines in his own person the office of prosecutor on the part
of the United States and counsel for the prisoner, or rather, if he be
honest, he acts as impartial inquirer and arbiter between the two.
As no new facts were gained by the cross-examination, the Judge
Advocate proceeded to call the next witness, Colonel Le Noir.
Here, then, was a gentleman of most prepossessing exterior, as well
as of most irreproachable reputation.
In brief, his testimony corroborated that of the foregoing witness,
as to the finding of the prisoner asleep on his post at the time and
place specified. In honor of his high social and military standing,
this witness was not cross-examined.
The next called was Lieutenant Adams, who corroborated the evidence
of former witnesses. The last person examined was Ensign Baker, whose
testimony corresponded exactly to that of all who had gone before him.
The Judge Advocate then briefly summed up the case on the part of
the United Statesfirst by reading the 46th Article of War, to wit,
Any sentinel who shall be found sleeping on his post, or shall
leave it before he shall be regularly relieved, shall suffer death,
etc., etc., etc.
And secondly, by reading the recorded evidence to the effect that:
Traverse Rocke had been found by competent witnesses sleeping on his
And concluded by saying:
Gentlemen, officers of the court-martial, here is the law and here
is the fact both proven, and it remains for the court to find a verdict
in accordance with both.
The prisoner was then put upon his defence.
Traverse Rocke drew himself up and said, that the truth, like the
blessed sun, must, on its shining forth, dispel all clouds of error;
that, trusting in the power of truth, he should briefly relate the
history of the preceding seven days. And then he commenced and narrated
the facts with which the reader is already acquainted.
Traverse was interrupted several times in the course of his
narrative by the President, General W., a severe martinet, who reminded
him that an attempt to criminate his superior officers would only
injure his cause before the court.
Traverse, bowing, as in duty bound to the President at every fresh
interruption, nevertheless proceeded straight on with his narrative to
The defence being closed, the Judge Advocate arose, as was his
privilege, to have the last word. He stated that if the prisoner had
been oppressed or aggrieved by his superior officer, his remedy lay in
the 35th of the Articles of War, providing that any soldier who shall
feel himself wronged by his captain shall complain thereof to the
Colonel of his Regiment.
To this the prisoner begged to reply that he had considered the
Colonel of his Regiment his personal enemy, and as such could have
little hope of the issue, even if he had had opportunity afforded him,
of appealing to that authority.
The Judge Advocate expressed his belief that this complaint was
vexatious and groundless.
And here the evidence was closed, the prosecutor, prisoner and
witnesses dismissed, and the court adjourned to meet again to
deliberate with closed doors.
It was a period of awful suspense with Traverse Rocke. The prospect
seemed dark for him.
The fact of the offense and the law affixing the penalty of death to
that offence was established, and as the Judge Advocate truly said,
nothing remained but for the court to find their verdict in accordance
Extenuating circumstances there were certainly; but extenuating
circumstances were seldom admitted in courts-martial, the law and
practice of which were severe to the extent of cruelty.
Another circumstance against him was the fact that it did not
require an unanimous vote to render a legal verdict, but that if a
majority of two-thirds should vote for conviction, the fate of the
prisoner would be sealed. Traverse had but one friend in the court, and
what could his single voice do against so many? Apparently nothing:
yet, as the prisoner on leaving the court-room, raised his eyes to that
friend, Herbert Greyson returned the look with a glance of more than
CHAPTER XXIII. THE VERDICT.
We must not make a scare-crow of the law,
Setting it up to frighten birds of prey;
And let it keep one shape till custom makes it,
Their perch and not their terror.
The members of a court-martial sit in the double capacity of jurors
and judges; as jurors they find the facts, and as judges they award the
punishment. Yet their session with closed doors was without the solemn
formality that the uninitiated might have supposed to attend a grave
deliberation upon a matter of guilt or innocence involving a question
of life or death.
No sooner were the doors closed that shut out the vulgar crowd,
than the high and mighty officials immediately fell into easy
attitudes, and disengaged conversation upon the weather, the climate,
yesterday's dinner at General Cushion's quarters, the claret, the
cigars and the Mexican signoritas.
They were presently recalled from this easy chat by the President, a
severe disciplinarian, who reminded them rather sharply of the business
upon which they had convened.
The officers immediately wheeled themselves around in the chairs,
facing the table, and fell into order.
The Judge Advocate seated himself at his detached stand, opened his
book, called the attention of the court, and commenced and read over
the whole record of the evidence and the proceedings up to this time.
The President then said:
For my own part, gentlemen, I think this quite a simple matter,
requiring but little deliberation. Here is the fact of the offence
proved, and here is the law upon that offence clearly defined. Nothing
seems to remain for us to do but to bring in a verdict in accordance
with the law and the fact.
Several of the older officers and sterner disciplinarians agreed
with the President, who now said:
I move that the vote be immediately taken upon this question.
To this, also, the elder officers assented. And the Judge Advocate
was preparing to take the ballot, when one of the younger members arose
Mr. President and gentlemen, there are mitigating circumstances
attending this offence, which, in my opinion, should be duly weighed
before making up our ballot.
Lieutenant Lovel, when your hair has grown white in the service of
your country, as mine has, and when your skin is mottled with the scars
of a score of well-fought fields, you will find your soft theories
corrected by hard experience, and you will know that in the case of a
sentinel sleeping upon his post there can be no mitigating
circumstances; that nothing can palliate such flagrant and dangerous
neglect, involving the safety of the whole army; a crime that martial
law and custom have very necessarily made punishable by death, said
the President, sternly.
The young lieutenant sat down abashed, under the impression that he
had betrayed himself into some act of gross impropriety. This was his
first appearance in the character of juror and judge; he was literally
unaccustomed to public speaking, and did not hazard a reply.
Has any other gentleman any views to advance before we proceed to a
general ballot? inquired the President.
Several of the officers whispered together, and then some one
replied that there seemed to be no reason why the vote should not be
Herbert Greyson remained perfectly silent. Why he did not speak
then, in reply to this adjurationwhy, indeed, he had not spoken
before, in support of Lieutenant Lovel's views in favor of his friend,
I do not know to this day, though I mean to ask him the first time I
have the opportunity. Perhaps he wished to draw the enemy's fire,
perhaps he was inclined to dramatic effects; but whatever might have
been the motive, he continued silent, offering no obstacle to the
immediate taking of the vote.
The Judge Advocate then called the court to order for the taking of
the ballot, and proceeded to question the members in turn, commencing
with the youngest.
How say you, Lieutenant Lovel, is the prisoner on trial guilty or
not guilty of the offence laid to his charge?
Guilty, responded the young officer, as his eyes filled with tears
of pity for the other young life against which he had felt obliged to
record this vote.
If that is the opinion of one who seems friendly to him, what will
be the votes of the other stern judges? said Herbert Greyson to
himself, in dismay.
What say you, Lieutenant Adamsis the prisoner guilty or not
guilty? said the Judge Advocate, proceeding with the ballot.
Every officer sprang to his feet and gazed in astonishment,
consternation and indignant inquiry upon the renderer of this
The President was the first to speak, breaking out with:
Sir! Major Greyson! your vote, sir, in direct defiance of the fact
and the law upon it, is unprecedented, sir, in the whole history of
I record it as uttered, nevertheless, replied Herbert.
And your oath, sir! What becomes of your oath as a judge of this
I regard my oath in my vote!
What, sir? inquired Captain McConkey, do you mean to say that you
have rendered that vote in accordance with the facts elicited in
evidence, as by your oath you were bound to do?
How, sir, do you mean to say that the prisoner did not sleep upon
Certainly I do not; on the contrary, I grant that he did sleep upon
his post, and yet I maintain that in doing so he was not guilty!
Major Greyson plays with us, said the President.
By no means, sir! I never was in more solemn earnest than at
present! Your honor, the President and gentlemen judges of the court,
as I am not counsel for the prisoner, nor civil officer, nor lawyer, of
whose interference courts-martial are proverbially jealous, I beg you
will permit me to say a few words in support, or at least, I will say,
in explanation of the vote which you have characterized as an opinion
in opposition to fact and law, and unprecedented in the whole history
Yes, it is! it is! said General W., shifting uneasily in his seat.
You heard the defense of the prisoner, continued Herbert; you
heard the narrative of his wrongs and sufferings, to the truth of which
his every aspect bore testimony. I will not here express a judgment as
to the motives that prompted his superior officers, I will merely
advert to the facts themselves, in order to prove that the prisoner,
under the circumstances, could not, with his human power, have done
otherwise than he did.
Sir, if the prisoner considered himself wronged by his captain,
which is very doubtful, he could have appealed to the Colonel of his
Sir, the Articles of War accord him that privilege. But is it ever
taken advantage of? Is there a case on record where a private soldier
ventures to make a dangerous enemy of his immediate superior by
complaining of his Captain to his Colonel? Nor in this case would it
have been of the least use, inasmuch as this soldier had well-founded
reasons for believing the Colonel of his regiment his personal enemy,
and the Captain as the instrument of this enmity.
And you, Major Greyson, do you coincide in the opinion of the
prisoner? Do you think that there could have been anything in common
between the Colonel of the regiment and the poor private in the ranks,
to explain such an equalizing sentiment as enmity? inquired Captain
I answer distinctly, yes, sir! In the first place, this poor
private is a young gentleman of birth and education, the heir of one of
the most important estates in Virginia, and the betrothed of one of the
most lovely girls in the world. In both these capacities he has stood
in the way of Colonel Le Noir, standing between him and the estate on
the one hand, and between him and the young lady on the other. He has
disappointed Le Noir both in love and ambition. And he has thereby made
an enemy of the man who has, besides, the nearest interest in his
destruction. Gentlemen, what I say now in the absence of Colonel Le
Noir, I am prepared to repeat in his presence, and maintain at the
proper time and place.
But how came this young gentleman of birth and expectations to be
found in the ranks? inquired Captain Rosencrantz.
How came we to have headstrong sons of wealthy parents, fast young
men of fortune, and runaway students from the universities and colleges
of the United States in our ranks? In a burst of boyish impatience the
youth enlisted. Destiny gave him as the Colonel of his regiment his
mortal enemy. Colonel Le Noir found in Captain Zuten a ready instrument
for his malignity. And between them both they have done all that could
possibly be effected to defeat the good fortune and insure the
destruction of Traverse Rocke. And I repeat, gentlemen, that what I
feel constrained to affirm here in the absence of those officers, I
shall assuredly reassert and maintain in their presence, upon the
proper occasion. In fact I shall bring formal charges against Colonel
Le Noir and Captain Zuten, of conduct unworthy of officers and
But it seems to me that this is not directly to the point at
issue, said Captain Kingsley.
On the contrary, sir, it is the point, the whole point, and only
point, as you shall presently see by attending to the facts that I
shall recall to your memory. You and all present must, then, see that
there was a deliberate purpose to effect the ruin of this young man. He
is accused of having been found sleeping on his post, the penalty of
which, in time of war, is death. Now listen to the history of the days
that preceded his fault, and tell me if human nature could have
withstood the trial?
Sunday night was the last of repose to the prisoner until Friday
morning, when he was found asleep on his post.
Monday night he was sent with the reconnoitering party to
Tuesday he was sent with the officer that carried our General's
expostulation to Santa Anna. At night he was put on guard.
Wednesday he was sent with another party to protect a band of
emigrants crossing the marshes. At night he was sent with still another
party to reconnoiter Molina-del-Rey.
Thursday he was sent in attendance upon the officer that carried
despatches to General Quitman, and did not return until after midnight,
when, thoroughly worn out, driven indeed to the extreme degree of
mortal endurance, he was again on a sultry, oppressive night, in a
still, solitary place, set on guard where a few hours later he was
found asleep upon his postby whom? The Colonel of his regiment and
the Captain of his company, who seemed bent upon his ruinas I hold
myself bound to establish before another court-martial.
This result had been intended from the first! If five nights' loss
of sleep would not have effected this, fifteen probably would; if
fifteen would not, thirty would; or if thirty wouldn't sixty
would!and all this Captain Zuten had the power to enforce until his
doomed victim should fall into the hands of the provost-marshal, and
into the arms of death!
And now, gentlemen, in view of all these circumstances, I ask
youwas Traverse Rocke guilty of wilful neglect of duty in dropping
asleep on his post? And I move for a reconsideration, and a new
Such a thing is without precedent, sir! These mitigating
circumstances may be brought to bear on the Commander-in-Chief, and may
be embodied in a recommendation to mercy! They should have no weight in
the finding of the verdict, said the President, which should be in
accordance with the fact and the law.
And with justice and humanity! to find a verdict against this young
man would be to place an unmerited brand upon his spotless name, that
no after clemency of the Executive could wipe out! Gentlemen, will you
do this! No! I am sure that you will not! And again I move for a new
I second the motion! said Lieutenant Lovel, rising quite
encouraged to believe in his own first instincts, which had been so
Gentlemen, said the President sternly, this thing is without
precedent! In all the annals of courts-martial, without precedent!
Then, if there is no such precedent, it is quite time that such a
one were established, so that the iron car of literal law should not
always roll over and crush justice! Gentlemen, shall we have a new
Yes! yes! yes! were the answers.
It is irregular! It is illegal! It is unprecedented! A new ballot?
Never heard of such a thing in forty years of military life! Lord bless
my soul, what is the service coming to!
A new ballot! a new ballot! a new ballot! was the unanimous cry.
The President groaned in spirit, and recorded a vow never to forgive
Herbert Greyson for this departure from routine.
The new ballot demanded by acclamation had to be held.
The Judge Advocate called the court to order and began anew. The
votes were taken as before, commencing with the young lieutenant, who
now responded sonorously:
And so it ran around the entire circle.
Not guilty! Not guilty! Not guilty! were the hearty responses
of the court.
The acquittal was unanimous. The verdict was recorded.
The doors were then thrown open to the public, and the prisoner
called in and publicly discharged from custody.
The court then adjourned.
Traverse Rocke threw himself upon the bosom of his friend,
exclaiming in a broken voice:
I cannot sufficiently thank you! My dear mother and Clara will do
Nonsense! said Herbert laughing; didn't I tell you that the Lord
reigns, and the devil is a fool? This is only the beginning of
CHAPTER XXIV. THE END OF THE WAR.
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths,
Our bruised arms hung up for monuments;
Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings,
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front,
And now instead of mounting barbed steeds,
To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,
He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber,
To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
Ten days later Molina-del-Rey, Casa-de-Mata, and Chapultepec had
fallen! The United States forces occupied the city of Mexico, General
Scott was in the Grand Plaza, and the American standard waved above the
capital of the Montezumas!
Let those who have a taste for swords and muskets, drums and
trumpets, blood and fire, describe the desperate battles and splendid
victories that led to this final magnificent triumph!
My business lies with the persons of our story, to illustrate whom I
must pick out a few isolated instances of heroism in this glorious
Herbert Greyson's division was a portion of the gallant Eleventh
that charged the Mexican batteries on Molina-del-Rey. He covered his
name with glory, and qualified himself to merit the command of the
regiment, which he afterwards received.
Traverse Rocke fought like a young Paladin. When they were marching
into the very mouths of the cannon they were vomiting fire upon them,
and when the young ensign of his company was struck down before him,
Traverse Rocke took the colors from his falling hand, and crying
Victory! pressed onward and upward over the dead and the dying, and
springing upon one of the guns which continued to belch forth fire, he
thrice waved the flag over his head and then planted it upon the
battery. Captain Zuten fell in the subsequent assault upon Chapultepec.
Colonel Le Noir entered the city of Mexico with the victorious army,
but on the subsequent day, being engaged in a street skirmish with the
leperos, or liberated convicts, he fell mortally wounded by a copper
bullet, and he was now dying by inches at his quarters near the Grand
It was on the evening of the 20th of September, six days from the
triumphant entry of General Scott into the capital, that Major Greyson
was seated at supper at his quarters, with some of his brother
officers, when an orderly entered and handed a note to Herbert, which
proved to be a communication from the surgeon of their regiment,
begging him to repair without delay to the quarters of Colonel Le Noir,
who, being in extremity, desired to see him.
Major Greyson immediately excused himself to his company, and
repaired to the quarters of the dying man.
He found Colonel Le Noir stretched upon his bed in a state of
extreme exhaustion and attended by the surgeon and chaplain of his
As Herbert advanced to the side of his bed, Le Noir stretched out
his pale hand and said:
You bear no grudge against a dying man, Greyson?
Certainly not, said Herbert, especially when he proposes doing
the right thing, as I judge you do, from the fact of your sending for
Yes, I do; I do! replied Le Noir, pressing the hand that Herbert's
kindness of heart could not withhold.
Le Noir then beckoned the minister to hand him two sealed packets,
which he took and laid upon the bed before him.
Then taking up the larger of the two packets, he placed it in the
hands of Herbert Greyson, saying:
There, Greyson, I wish you to hand that to your friend, young
Rocke, who has received his colors, I understand?
Yes, he has now the rank of ensign.
Then give this parcel into the hands of Ensign Rocke, with the
request, that being freely yielded up, they may not be used in any
manner to harass the last hours of a dying man.
I promise, on the part of my noble young friend, that they shall
not be so used, said Herbert, as he took possession of the parcel.
Le Noir then took up the second packet, which was much smaller, but
much more firmly secured, than the first, being in an envelope of
parchment, sealed with three great seals.
Le Noir held it in his hand for a moment, gazing from the surgeon to
the chaplain, and thence down upon the mysterious packet, while spasms
of pain convulsed his countenance. At length he spoke:
This second packet, Greyson, contains awell, I may as well call
it a narrative. I confide it to your care upon these conditionsthat
it shall not be opened until after my death and funeral, and that, when
it has served its purpose of restitution, it may be, as far as
possible, forgotten. Will you promise me this?
On my honor, yes, responded the young man, as he received the
This is all I have to say, except thisthat you seemed to me, upon
every account, the most proper person to whom I could confide this
trust. I thank you for accepting it, and I believe that I may safely
promise that you will find the contents of the smaller packet of great
importance and advantage to yourself and those dear to you.
Herbert bowed in silence.
That is all, good-by. I wish now to be alone with our chaplain,
said Colonel Le Noir, extending his hand.
Herbert pressed that wasted hand; silently sent up a prayer for the
dying wrong-doer, bowed gravely and withdrew.
It was almost eight o'clock, and Herbert thought that he would
scarcely have time to find Traverse before the drum should beat to
He was more fortunate than he had anticipated, for he had scarcely
turned the Grand Cathedral when he came full upon the young ensign.
Ah! Traverse, I am very glad to meet you! I was just going to look
for you. Come immediately to my rooms, for I have a very important
communication to make to you. Colonel Le Noir is supposed to be dying.
He has given me a parcel to be handed to you, which I shrewdly suspect
to contain your intercepted correspondence for the last two years,
Traverse started and gazed upon his friend in amazement, and was
about to express his astonishment, when Herbert, seeing others
approach, drew the arm of his friend within his own, and they hurried
silently on toward Major Greyson's quarters.
They had scarcely got in and closed the door and stricken a light
before Traverse exclaimed impatiently:
Give it me! and almost snatched the parcel from Herbert's hands.
Whist! don't be impatient! I dare say it is all stale news! said
Herbert, as he yielded up the prize.
They sat down together on each side of a little stand supporting a
Herbert watched with sympathetic interest while Traverse tore open
the envelope and examined its contents.
They were, as Herbert had anticipated, letters from the mother and
the betrothed of Traverseletters that had arrived and been
intercepted, from time to time, for the preceding two years.
There were blanks, also, directed in a hand strange to Traverse, but
familiar to Herbert as that of Old Hurricane, and those blanks inclosed
drafts upon a New Orleans bank, payable to the order of Traverse Rocke.
Traverse pushed all these latter aside with scarcely a glance and
not a word of inquiry, and began eagerly to examine the long-desired,
long-withheld letters from the dear ones at home.
His cheek flamed to see that every seal was broken, and the fresh
aroma of every heart-breathed word inhaled by others, before they
Look here, Herbert! look here! Is not this insufferable? Every fond
word of my mother, every delicate and sacred expression ofof regard
from Clara, all read by the profane eyes of that man!
That man is on his deathbed, Traverse, and you must forgive him! He
has restored your letters.
Yes, after their sacred privacy has been profaned! Oh!
Traverse handed his mother's letters over to Herbert, that his
foster brother might read them, but Clara's sacred epistles were kept
What are you laughing at? inquired Traverse, looking up from his
page, and detecting Herbert with a smile upon his face.
I am thinking that you are not as generous as you were some few
years since, when you would have given me Clara herself; for now you
will not even let me have a glimpse of her letters!
Have they not been already sufficiently published? said Traverse,
with an almost girlish smile and blush.
When those cherished letters were all read and put away, Traverse
stooped down and fished up from amidst envelopes, strings and waste
paper another set of letters which proved to be the blanks inclosing
the checks, of various dates, which Herbert recognized as coming
anonymously from Old Hurricane.
What in the world is the meaning of all this, Herbert? Have I a
nabob uncle turned up anywhere, do you think? Look here!a hundred
dollarsand a fifty, and anotherall drafts upon the Planters' Bank,
New Orleans, drawn in my favor and signed by Largent &Dor, bankers!I,
that haven't had five dollars at a time to call my own for the last two
years! Here, Herbert, give me a good, sharp pinch to wake me up! I may
be sleeping on my post again? said Traverse in perplexity.
You are not sleeping, Traverse!
Are you sure?
Perfectly, replied Herbert, laughing.
Well, then, do you think that crack upon the crown of my head that
I got upon Chapultepec has not injured my intellect?
Not in the slightest degree! said Herbert, still laughing at his
Then I am the hero of a fairy tale, that is alla fairy tale in
which waste paper is changed into bank notes and private soldiers
prince palatines! Look here! cried Traverse, desperately, thrusting
the bank checks under the nose of his friend, do you see those things
and know what they are, and will you tell me that everything in this
castle don't go by enchantment?
Yes, I see what they are, and it seems to me perfectly natural that
you should have them!
Humph! said Traverse, looking at Herbert with an expression that
seemed to say that he thought the wits of his friend deranged.
Traverse, said Major Greyson, did it never occur to you that you
must have other relatives in the world besides your mother? Well, I
suspect that those checks were sent by some relative of yours or your
mother's, who just begins to remember that he has been neglecting you.
Herbert, do you know this? inquired Traverse, anxiously.
No, I do not know it; I only suspect this to be the case, said
Herbert, evasively. But what is that which you are forgetting?
Oh! thisyes, I had forgotten it. Let us see what it is! said
Traverse, examining a paper that had rested unobserved upon the stand.
This is an order for my discharge, signed by the Secretary of War,
and datedhahahatwo years ago! Here I have been serving two
years illegally, and if I had been convicted of neglect of duty in
sleeping on my post, I should have been shot unlawfully, as that man,
when he prosecuted me, knew perfectly well! exclaimed Traverse.
That man, as I said before, lies upon his deathbed! Remember,
nothing against him! But that order for a discharge! now that you are
in the way of promotion and the war is over, will you take advantage of
Decidedly, yes! for though I am said to have acquitted myself
passably well at Chapultepec
Gloriously, Traverse! You won your colors gloriously!
Yet for all that my true mission is not to break men's bones, but
to set them when broken. Not to take men's lives, but to save them when
endangered! So to-morrow morning, please Providence, I shall present
this order to General Butler and apply for my discharge.
And you will set out immediately for home?
The face of Traverse suddenly changed.
I should like to do so! Oh, how I should like to see my dear mother
and Clara, if only for a day! but I must not indulge the longing of my
heart. I must not go home until I can do so with honor!
And can you not do so now? You, who triumphed over all your
personal enemies and who won your colors at Chapultepec?
No, for all this was in my legitimate profession! Nor will I
present myself at home until, by the blessing of the Lord, I have done
what I set out to do, and established myself in a good practice. And
so, by the help of heaven, I hope within one week to be on my way to
New Orleans to try my fortune in that city.
To New Orleans! And a new malignant fever of some horrible, unknown
type, raging there! exclaimed Herbert.
So much the more need of a physician! Herbert, I am not the least
uneasy on the subject of infection! I have a theory for its
I never saw a clever young professional man without a theory!
The drum was now heard beating the tattoo, and the friends separated
with hearts full of revived hope.
The next morning Traverse presented the order of the Secretary to
the Commander-in-Chief and received his discharge.
And then, after writing long, loving and hopeful letters to his
mother and his betrothed, and entreating the former to try to find out
who was the secret benefactor who had sent him such timely aid,
Traverse took leave of his friends, and set out for the Southern Queen
of Cities, once more to seek his fortune.
Meantime the United States army continued to occupy the City of
Mexico, through the whole of the autumn and winter.
General Butler, who temporarily succeeded the illustrious Scott in
the chief command, very wisely arranged the terms of an armistice with
the enemy that was intended to last two months from the beginning of
February, but which happily lasted until the conclusion of the treaty
of peace between the two countries.
Colonel Le Noir had not been destined soon to die; his wound, an
inward canker from a copper bullet, that the surgeon had at length
succeeded in extracting, took the form of a chronic fester disease.
Since the night upon which he had been so extremely ill to be supposed
dying, and yet had rallied, the doctors felt no apprehensions of his
speedy death, though they gave no hopes of his final recovery.
Under these circumstances there were hours in which Le Noir bitterly
regretted his precipitation in permitting those important documents to
go out of his own hands. And he frequently sent for Herbert Greyson in
private to require assurances that he would not open the packet
confided to him before the occurrence of the event specified.
And Herbert always soothed the sufferer by reiterating his promise
that so long as Colonel Le Noir should survive the seals of that packet
should not be broken.
Beyond the suspicion that the parcel contained an important
confession, Herbert Greyson was entirely ignorant of its contents.
But the life of Gabriel Le Noir was prolonged beyond all human
calculus of probabilities.
He was spared to experience a more effectual repentance than that
spurious one into which he had been frightened by the seeming rapid
approach of death. And after seven months of lingering illness and
gradual decline, during the latter portions of which he was comforted
by the society of his only son, who had come at his summons to visit
him, in May, 1848, Gabriel Le Noir expired a sincere penitent,
reconciled to God and man.
And soon afterward, in the month of May, the treaty of peace having
been ratified by the Mexican Congress at Queretaro, the American army
evacuated the city and territory of Mexico.
And our brave soldiers, their brows crowned with victorious
wreaths, set out upon their return to home and friends.
CHAPTER XXV. THE FORTUNATE BATH.
Heaven has to all allotted soon or late
Some lucky revolution of their fate;
Whose motions if we watch and guide with skill
(For human good depends on human will)
Our fortune rolls as from a smooth descent.
And from the first impression takes its bent.
Now, now she meets you with a glorious prize,
And spreads her locks before her as she files.
Meanwhile, what had our young adventurer been doing in all these
months between September and June?
Traverse, with his two hundred dollars, had set out for New Orleans
about the first of October.
But by the time he had paid his traveling expenses and fitted
himself out with a respectable suit of professional black and a few
necessary books, his little capital had diminished three-quarters.
So that when he found himself settled in his new office, in a highly
respectable quarter of the city, he had but fifty dollars and a few
A portion of this sum was expended in a cheap sofa-bedstead, a
closed washstand and a spirit lamp coffee boiler, for Traverse
determined to lodge in his office and board himselfwhich will have
this additional advantage, said the cheerful fellow to himselffor
besides saving me from debt, it will keep me always on hand for calls.
The fever, though it was October, had scarcely abated; indeed, on
the contrary, it seemed to have revived and increased in virulency in
consequence of the premature return of many people who had fled on its
first appearance, and who in coming back too soon to the infected
atmosphere, were less able to withstand contagion than those who
That Traverse escaped the plague was owing not so much to his
favorite theory as to his vigorous constitution, pure blood and
regular habits of temperance, cleanliness and cheerful activity of mind
Just then the demand was greater than the supply of medical service.
Traverse found plenty to do, and his pleasant, young face and hopeful
and confident manners won him great favor in sick rooms, where, whether
it were to be ascribed to his theory, his practice or to the happy,
inspiring influence of his personal presence, or to all these together,
with the blessing of the Lord upon them, it is certain that he was very
successful in raising the sick. It is true that he did not earn five
dollars in as many days, for his practice, like that of almost every
very young professional man, was among the indigent.
But what of that? What if he were not running up heavy accounts
against wealthy patrons? He was giving to the poor, not money, for he
himself was as poor as any of them; but his time, labor and
professional skill; he was giving to the poor; he was lending to the
Lord, and he liked the security. And the most successful speculator
that ever made a fortune on 'change never, never invested time, labor
or money to a surer advantage.
And this I would say for the encouragement of all young persons in
similar circumstancesdo not be impatient if the returns are a
little while delayed, for they are so sure and so rich that they are
quite worth waiting for, nor will the waiting be long. Give your
services cheerfully, also, for the Lord loveth a cheerful giver.
Traverse managed to keep out of debt; he regularly paid his office
rent and his laundress' bill; he daily purchased his mutton shop or
pound of beefsteak and broiled it himself; he made his coffee, swept
and dusted his office, put up his sofa-bed, blacked his boots; and oh!
miracle of independence, he mended his own gloves and sewed on his own
shirt buttons, for you may depend that the widow's son knew how to do
all these things; nor was there a bit of hardship in his having so to
wait upon himself, though if his mother and Clara, in their
well-provided and comfortable home at Willow Heights, had only known
how destitute the young man was of female aid and comfort, how they
would have cried!
No one but himself to mend his poor dear gloves!
Traverse never alluded to his straitened circumstances, but boasted
of the comfort of his quarters and the extent of his practice, and
declared that his income already exceeded his outlay, which was
perfectly true, since he was resolved to live within it, whatever it
As the fever began to subside Traverse's practice declined, and
about the middle of November his occupation was gone.
We said that his office was in the most respectable locality in the
city; it was, in fact, on the ground floor of a first-class hotel.
It happened that one night, near the close of winter, Traverse lay
awake on his sofa-bedstead, turning over in his mind how he should
contrive to make both ends meet at the conclusion of the present term
and feeling as near despondency as it was possible for his buoyant and
God-trusting soul to be, when there came a loud ringing at his office
This reminded him of the stirring days and nights of the preceding
autumn. He started up at once to answer the summons.
Is Doctor Rocke in?
Yes, what's wanted?
A gentleman, sir, in the house here, sir, taken very bad, wants the
doctor directly, room number 555.
Very well, I will be with the gentleman immediately, answered
Traverse, plunging his head into a basin of cold water and drying it
In five minutes Traverse was in the office of the hotel, inquiring
for a waiter to show him up into 555.
One was ordered to attend him, who led the way up several flights of
stairs and around divers galleries, until he opened a door and ushered
the doctor immediately into the sick room.
There was a little, old, dried-up Frenchman in a blue night-cap,
extended on a bed in the middle of the room and covered with a white
counterpane that clung close to his rigid form as to a corpse.
And there was a little, old, dried-up Frenchwoman in a brown merino
gown and a high-crowned muslin cap who hopped and chattered about the
bed like a frightened magpie.
Ou! Monsieur le Docteur! she screamed, jumping at Traverse in a
way to make him start back; Ou, Monsieur le Docteur, I am very happy
you to see! Voilà mon frère! Behold my brother! He is ill! He is verra
ill! He is dead! He is verra dead!
I hope not, said Traverse, approaching the bed.
Voilà, behold! Mon dieu, he is verra still! He is verra cold! He is
verra dead! What can you, mon frère, my brother to save?
Be composed, madam, if you please, and allow me to examine my
patient, said Traverse.
Ma foi! I know not what you speak 'compose.' What can you my
brother to save?
Much, I hope, madam, but you must leave me to examine my patient
and not interrupt me, said Traverse, passing his hand over the naked
chest of the sick man.
Mon Dieu! I know not 'exam' and 'interrupt'! and I know not what
can you mon frère to save!
If you don't hush parley-vooing, the doctor can do nothink, mum,
said the waiter, in a respectful tone.
Traverse found his patient in a bad conditionin a stupor, if not
in a state of positive insensibility. The surface of his body was cold
as ice, and apparently without the least vitality. If he was not, as
his sister had expressed it, very dead, he was certainly next to
By close questioning, and by putting his questions in various forms,
the doctor learned from the chattering little magpie of a Frenchwoman
that the patient had been ill for nine days; that he had been under the
care of Monsieur le Doctor Cartiere; that there had been a consultation
of physicians; that they had prescribed for him and given him over:
that le Docteur Cartiere still attended him, but was at this instant in
attendance as accoucheur to a lady in extreme danger, whom he could not
leave; but Doctor Cartiere had directed them, in his unavoidable
absence, to call in the skilful, the talented, the soon to be
illustrious young Docteur Rocque, who was also near at hand.
The heart of Traverse thrilled with joy. The Lord had remembered
him! His best skill spent upon the poor and needy who could make him no
return, but whose lives he had succeeded in saving, had reached the
ears of the celebrated Dr. C., who had with the unobtrusive magnanimity
of real genius quietly recommended him to his own patrons.
Oh! well, he would do his very best, not only to advance his own
professional interests, and to please his mother and Clara, but also to
do honor to the magnanimous Doctor C.'s recommendation!
Here, too, was an opportunity of putting in practise his favorite
theory; but first of all it was necessary to be informed of the
preceding mode of treatment and its results.
So he further questioned the little, restless magpie, and by
ingeniously framed inquiries succeeded in gaining from her the
necessary knowledge of his patient's antecedents. He examined all the
medicines that had been used, and informed himself of their effects
upon the disease. But the most serious difficulty of all seemed to be
the impossibility of raising vital action upon the cold, dead skin.
The chattering little woman informed him that the patient had been
covered with blisters that would not pull, that would not
delineate, that would not, what call you itdraw!
Traverse could easily believe this, for not only the skin, but the
very flesh of the old doctor seemed bloodless and lifeless.
Now for his theory! What would kill a healthy man with a perfect
circulation might save the life of this dying one, whose whole surface,
inch deep, seemed already dead.
Put him in a bath of mustard water, as hot as you can bear your own
hand in and continue to raise the temperature slowly, watching the
effect, for about five minutes. I will go down and prepare a cordial
draught to be taken the moment he gets back to bed, said Doctor Rocke,
who immediately left the room.
His directions were all but too well obeyed. The bathing tub was
quickly brought into the chamber and filled with water as hot as the
nurse could bear her hand in, then the invalid was hastily invested in
a slight bathing gown and lifted by two servants and laid in the hot
Now, bring quickly, water boiling, said the little, old woman,
imperatively. And when a large copper kettleful was forthcoming, she
took it and began to pour a stream of hissing, bubbling water in at the
foot of the bath.
The skin of the torpid patient had been reddening for a few seconds,
so as to prove that its sensibility was returning, and now when the
stream from the kettle began to mix with the already very hot bath, and
to raise its temperature almost to boiling, suddenly there was heard a
cry from the bath, and the patient, with the agility of youth and
health, skipped out of the tub and into his bed, kicking vigorously and
Brigands! Assassins! You have scalded my legs to death!
Glory be to the Lord, he's saved! cried one of the waiters, a
Ciel! he speaks! he moves! he lives! mon frère! cried the little
Frenchwoman, going to him.
Ah, murderers! bandits! you've scalded me to death! I'll have you
all before the commissaire!
He scolds! he threatens! he swears! he gets well! mon frère! cried
the old woman, busying herself to change his clothes and put on his
flannel nightgown. They then tucked him up warmly in bed and put
bottles of hot water all around, to keep up this newly stimulated
At that moment Dr. Rocke came in, put his hand into the bath-tub and
could scarcely repress a cry of pain and of horrorthe water scalded
his fingers! What must it have done to the sick man?
Good heavens, madam! I did not tell you to parboil your patient!
exclaimed Traverse, speaking to the old woman. Traverse was shocked to
find how perilously his orders had been exceeded.
Eh bien, Monsieur! he lives! he does well! voilà mon frère!
exclaimed the little old woman.
It was true: the accidental boiling bath, as it might almost be
called, had effected what perhaps no other means in the world coulda
The disease was broken up, and the convalescence of the patient was
rapid. And as Traverse kept his own secret concerning the accidental
high temperature of that bath, which every one considered a fearful and
successful experiment, the fame of Dr. Rocke spread over the whole city
He would soon have made a fortune in New Orleans, had not the hand
of destiny beckoned him elsewhere. It happened thus:
The old Frenchman whose life Traverse had, partly by accident and
partly by design, succeeded in saving, comprehended perfectly well how
narrow his escape from death had been, and attributed his restoration
solely to the genius, skill and boldness of his young physician, and
was grateful accordingly with all a Frenchman's noisy demonstration.
He called Traverse his friend, his deliverer, his son.
One day, as soon as he found himself strong enough to think of
pursuing his journey, he called his son into the room and explained
to him that he, Doctor Pierre St. Jean, was the proprietor of a private
insane asylum, very exclusive, very quiet, very aristocratic, indeed,
receiving none but patients of the highest rank; that this retreat was
situated on the wooded banks of a charming lake in one of the most
healthy and beautiful neighborhoods of East Feliciana; that he had
originally come down to the city to engage the services of some young
physician of talent as his assistant, and finally, that he would be
delighted, enraptured if his deliverer, his friend, his son, would
accept the post.
Now Traverse particularly wished to study the various phases of
mental derangement, a department of his professional education that had
hitherto been opened to him only through books.
He explained this to his old friend, the French physician, who
immediately went off into ecstatic exclamations of joy as, Good!
Great! Grand! and I shall now repay my good child! my dear son! for
his so excellent skill!
The terms of the engagement were soon arranged, and Traverse
prepared to accompany his new friend to his beautiful retreat, the
private madhouse. But Traverse wrote to his mother and to Clara in
Virginia, and also to Herbert Greyson in Mexico, to apprise them of his
CHAPTER XXVI. THE MYSTERIOUS MANIAC.
Stay, jailer, stay, and hear my woe;
She is not mad, who kneels to thee,
For what I am, full well I know,
And what I was, and what should be;
I'll rave no more in proud despair
My language shall be calm tho' sad;
But yet I'll truly, firmly swear,
I am not mad! no, no, not mad!
M. G. Lewis.
It was at the close of a beautiful day in early spring that Traverse
Rocke, accompanying the old doctor and the old sister, reached the
grove on the borders of the beautiful lake upon the banks of which was
situated the Calm Retreat.
A large, low, white building surrounded with piazzas and shaded by
fragrant and flowering southern trees, it looked like the luxurious
country seat of some wealthy merchant or planter rather than a prison
for the insane.
Doctor St. Jean conducted his young assistant into a broad and cool
hall on each side of which doors opened into spacious rooms, occupied
by the proprietor and his household. The cells of the patients, as it
appeared were up-stairs. The country doctor and the matron who had been
in charge during the absence of the proprietor and his sister now came
forward to welcome the party and report the state of the institution
and its inmates.
All were as usual, the country doctor said, except Mademoiselle.
And what of herhow is Mademoiselle?
A patient most interesting, Doctor Rocke, said the old Frenchman,
alternately questioning his substitute and addressing Traverse.
She has stopped her violent ravings, and seems to me to be sinking
into a state of stupid despair, replied the substitute.
A patient most interesting, my young friend! A history most
pathetic! You shall hear of it some time. But come into the parlor, and
you, Angele, my sister, ring and order coffee, said the old Frenchman,
leading the way into a pleasant apartment on the right of the hall,
furnished with straw matting upon the floor and bamboo settees and
chairs around the walls.
Here coffee was presently served to the travelers, who soon after
retired for the night.
Traverse's room was a large, pleasant apartment at the end of a
wide, long hall, on each side of which were the doors opening into the
cells of the patients.
Fatigued by his journey, Traverse slept soundly through the night;
but early in the morning he was rudely awakened by the sounds of maniac
voices from the cells. Some were crying, some laughing aloud some
groaning and howling and some holding forth in fancied exhortations.
He dressed himself quickly and left his room to walk down the length
of the long hall and observe the cells on each side. The doors were at
regular intervals, and each door had in its center a small opening to
enable the proprietor to look in upon the patients.
As these were all women, and some of them delicate and refined even
in their insanity, Traverse felt shocked at this necessary, if it were
necessary, exposure of their sanctuary.
The cells were, in fact, small bedrooms that with their white-washed
walls and white-curtained beds and windows looked excessively neat,
clean and cool, but also, it must be confessed, very bare, dreary and
Even a looking-glass would be a great benefit to those poor girls,
for I remember that even Clara, in her violent grief, and mother in her
lifelong sorrow, never neglected their looking-glass and personal
appearance, said Traverse to himself, as he passed down the hall and
resolved that this little indulgence should be afforded the patients.
And except those first involuntary glances he scrupulously avoided
looking in through the gratings upon those helpless women who had no
means of secluding themselves.
But as he turned to go down the stairs his eyes went full into an
opposite cell and fell upon a vision of beauty and sorrow that
immediately riveted his gaze.
It was a small and graceful female figure, clothed in deep black,
seated by the window, with her elbow resting upon the sill and her chin
supported on her hand. Her eyes were cast down until her eyelashes lay
like inky lines upon her snow-white cheek. Her face, of classic
regularity and marble whiteness, bore a ghastly contrast to the long
eyelashes, arched eyebrows and silken ringlets black as midnight. She
might have been a statue or a picture, so motionless she sat.
Conscious of the wrong of gazing upon this solitary woman, Traverse
forced his looks away and passed on down-stairs, where he again met the
old doctor and Mademoiselle Angele at breakfast.
After breakfast Doctor St. Jean invited his young assistant to
accompany him on a round of visits to the patients, and they went
immediately up to the hall, at the end of which Traverse had slept.
There are our incurables, but they are not violent; incurables
never are! Poor Mademoiselle! She has just been conveyed to this ward,
said the doctor, opening the door of the first cell on the right at the
head of the stairs and admitting Traverse at once into the presence of
the beautiful, black-haired, snow-faced woman, who had so much
This is my friend, Doctor Rocke, Mademoiselle; Doctor, this is my
friend, Mademoiselle Mont de St. Pierre!
Traverse bowed profoundly, and the lady arose, curtsied and resumed
her seat, saying, coldly:
I have told you, Monsieur, never to address me as Mademoiselle; you
persist in doing so, and I shall never notice the insult again.
Ten thousand pardons, madame! But if madame will always look so
young, so beautiful, can I ever remember that she is a widow?
The classic lip of the woman curled in scorn, and she disdained a
I take an appeal to Monsieur Le Docteuris not madame young and
beautiful? asked the Frenchman, turning to Traverse, while the
splendid, black eyes of the stranger passed from the one to the other.
Traverse caught the glance of the lady and bowed gravely. It was the
most delicate and proper reply.
She smiled almost as gravely, and with a much kinder expression than
any she had bestowed upon the Frenchman.
And how has madame fared during my absence so long? The
servantshave they been respectful? Have they been observant? Have
they been obedient to the will of madame? Madame has but to speak!
said the doctor, bowing politely.
Why should I speak when every word I utter you believe, or affect
to believe, to be the ravings of a maniac? I will speak no more, said
the lady, turning away her superb dark eyes and looking out of the
Ah, madame will not so punish her friend, her servant, her slave!
A gesture of fierce impatience and disgust was the only reply
deigned by the lady.
Come away; she is angry and may become dangerously excited, said
the old doctor, leading the way from the cell.
Did you tell me this lady is one of the incurables? inquired
Traverse, when they had left her apartment.
Bah! yes, poor girl, vera incurable, as my sister would say.
Yet she appears to me to be perfectly sane, as well as exceedingly
beautiful and interesting.
Ah, bah; my excellent, my admirable, my inexperienced young friend,
that is all you know of lunatics! With more or less violence of
assertion, they every one insist upon their sanity, just as criminals
protest their innocence. Ah, bah! you shall go into every cell in this
ward and find not one lunatic among them, sneered the old doctor, as
he led the way into the next little room.
It was indeed as he had foretold, and Traverse Rocke found himself
deeply affected by the melancholy, the earnest and sometimes the
violent manner in which the poor unfortunates protested their sanity
and implored or demanded to be restored to home and friends.
You perceive, said the doctor, with a dry laugh, that they are
none of them crazy?
I see, said Traverse, but I also detect a very great difference
between that lovely woman in the south cell and these other inmates.
Bah! bah! bah! She is more beautiful, more accomplished, more
refined than the others, and she is in one of her lucid intervals! That
is all; but as to a difference between her insanity and that of the
other patients, it lies in this, that she is the most hopelessly mad of
the whole lot! She has been mad eighteen years!
Is it possible? exclaimed Traverse, incredulously.
She lost her reason at the age of sixteen, and she is now
thirty-four; you can calculate!
It is amazing and very sorrowful! How beautiful she is!
Yes; her beauty was a fatal gift. It is a sad story. Ah, it is a
sad story. You shall hear it when we get through.
I can connect no idea of woman's frailty with that refined and
intellectual face, said Traverse coldly.
Ah, bah! you are young! you know not the world! you, my innocent,
my pious young friend! said the old doctor, as they crossed the hall
to go into the next wing of the building, in which were situated the
Traverse found nothing that particularly interested him in this
department, and when they had concluded their round of visits and were
seated together in the old doctor's study, Traverse asked him for the
story of his beautiful patient.
The doctor shrugged his shoulders.
It is a story miserable, as I told you before. A gentleman,
illustrious, from Virginia, an officer high in the army, and
distinguished in the war, he brought this woman to me nearly three
years ago. He informed me thatoh, bien! I had better tell you the
story in my own manner. This young lady, Mademoiselle Mont de St.
Pierre, is of a family noble and distinguisheda relative of this
officer, illustrious and brave. At fifteen Mademoiselle met a man,
handsome and without honor. Ah, bah! you understand! at sixteen the
child became a fallen angel! She lost her reason through sorrow and
shame. This relativethis gentleman, illustrious and noble, tender and
compassionatetook her to the seclusion of his country house, where
she lived in elegance, luxury and honor. But as the years passed her
malady increased; her presence became dangerous; in a word, the
gentleman, distinguished and noble, saw the advertisement of my 'Calm
Retreat,' my institution incomparable, and he wrote to me. In a word,
he liked my terms and brought to me his young relative, so lovely and
so unfortunate. Ah! he is a good man, this officer, so gallant, so
chivalrous; but she is ungrateful!
Ah, bah! yes; it is the way of lunatics! They ever imagine their
best friends to be their worst enemies. The poor, crazed creature
fancies that she is the sister-in-law of this officer illustrious! She
thinks that she is the widow of his elder brother, whom she imagines he
murdered, and that she is the mother of children, whom she says he has
abducted or destroyed, so that he may enjoy the estate that is her
widow's dower and their orphans' patrimony. That is the reason why she
insists on being called madame instead of mademoiselle, and we indulge
her when we think of it!
But all this is very singular!
Ah, bah! who can account for a lunatic's fancies? She is the
maddest of the whole lot. Sometimes she used to become so violent that
we would have to restrain her. But lately, Doctor Wood tells me, she is
quite still; that we consider a bad sign; there is always hope for a
lunatic until they begin to sink into this state, said the doctor,
with an air of competency.
CHAPTER XXVII. THE MANIAC'S STORY.
A scheming villain forged the tale
That chains me in this dreary cell,
My fate unknown, my friends bewail,
Oh, doctor, haste that fate to tell!
Oh, haste my daughter's heart to cheer,
Her heart, at once, 'twill grieve and glad
To know, tho' chained and captive here,
I am not mad! I am not mad!
M. G. Lewis.
There is some advantage in having imagination, since that visionary
faculty opens the mental eyes to facts that more practical and duller
intellects could never see.
Traverse was young and romantic, and deeply interested in the
doctor's beautiful patient. He, therefore, did not yield his full
credulity to the tale told by the relative illustrious to the old
doctor, as to the history and cause of the lady's madness, or even take
it for granted that she was mad. He thought it quite possible that the
distinguished officer's story might be a wicked fabrication, to conceal
a crime, and that the lady's crazy fancy might be the pure truth.
And Traverse had heard to what heinous uses private mad-houses were
sometimes put by some unscrupulous men, who wished to get certain women
out of their way, yet who shrank from bloodshed.
And he thought it not impossible that this gentleman so noble, so
compassionate and tender, might be just such a man, and this fallen
angel such a victim. And he determined to watch and observe. And he
further resolved to treat the interesting patient with all the studious
delicacy and respect due to a refined and accomplished woman in the
full possession of her faculties. If she were really mad, this demeanor
would not hurt her, and if she were not mad it was the only proper
conduct to be observed toward her, as any other must be equally cruel
and offensive. Her bodily health certainly required the attendance of a
physician, and Traverse had therefore a fair excuse for his daily
visits to her cell.
His respectful manners, his grave bow, and his reverential tone in
I hope I find you stronger to-day, Madam, seemed to gratify one
who had few sources of pleasure.
I thank you, she would answer, with a softened tone and look,
adding, Yes or No, as the truth might be.
One day, after looking at the young physician some time, she
You never forget. You always address me by my proper title of
Madam, and without the touch of irony which others indulge in when
'humoring' me, as they call it! Now, pray explain to me why, in sober
earnest, you give me this title?
Because, Madam, I have heard you lay claim to that title, and I
think that you yourself, of all the world, have the best right to know
how you should be addressed, said Traverse, respectfully.
The lady looked wistfully at him and said:
But my next-door neighbor asserts that she is a queen; she insists
upon being called 'your majesty.' Has she, then, the best right to know
how she should be addressed?
Alas! no, Madam, and I am pained that you should do yourself the
great wrong to draw such comparisons.
Why? Am not I and the 'queen' inmates of the same ward of
incurables, in the same lunatic asylum?
Yes, but not with equal justice of cause. The 'queen' is a
hopelessly deranged, but happy lunatic. You, Madam, are a lady who has
retained the full possession of your faculties amid circumstances and
surroundings that must have overwhelmed the reason of a weaker mind.
The lady looked at him in wonder and almost in joy.
Ah! it was not the strength of my mind; it was the strength of the
Almighty upon whom my mind was stayed, for time and for eternity, that
has saved my reason in all these many years! But how did you know that
I was not mad? How do you know that this is anything more than a lucid
interval of longer duration than usual? she asked.
Madam, you will forgive me for having looked at you so closely, and
watched you so constantly, but I am your physician, you know
I have nothing to forgive and much to thank you for, young man. You
have an honest, truthful, frank, young face! the only one such that I
have seen in eighteen years of sorrow! But why, then, did you not
believe the doctor? Why did you not take the fact of my insanity upon
trust, as others did? she asked, fixing her glorious, dark eyes
inquiringly upon his face.
Madam, from the first moment in which I saw you, I disbelieved the
story of your insanity, and mentioned my doubts to Doctor St. Jean
Who ridiculed your doubts, of course. I can readily believe that he
did. Doctor St. Jean is not a very bad man, but he is a charlatan and a
dullard; he received the story of my reported insanity as he received
me, as an advantage to his institution, and he never gave himself the
unprofitable trouble to investigate the circumstances. I told him the
truth about myself as calmly as I now speak to you, but somebody else
had told him that this truth was the fiction of a deranged imagination,
and he found it more convenient and profitable to believe somebody
else. But again I ask you, why were not you, also, so discreetly
Madam, said Traverse, blushing ingenuously, I hope you will
forgive me for saying that it is impossible any one could see you
without becoming deeply interested in your fate. Your face, Madam,
speaks equally of profound sorrows and of saintly resignation. I saw no
sign of madness there. In the calm depths of those sad eyes, lady, I
knew that the fires of insanity never could have burned. Pardon me that
I looked at you so closely; I was your physician, and was most deeply
anxious concerning my patient.
I thank you; may the Lord bless you! Perhaps he has sent you here
for my relief, for you are right, young friendyou are altogether
right; I have been wild with grief, frantic with despair, but never for
one hour in the whole course of my life have I been insane.
I believe you, Madam, on my sacred honor I do! said Traverse,
And yet you could get no one about this place to believe you! They
have taken my brother-in-law's false story, indorsed as it is by the
doctor-proprietor, for granted. And just so long as I persist in
telling my true story, they will consider me a monomaniac, and so often
as the thought of my many wrongs and sorrows combines with the nervous
irritability to which every woman is occasionally subject, and makes me
rave with impatience and excitement, they will report me a dangerous
lunatic, subject to periodical attacks of violent frenzy; but, young
man, even at my worst, I am no more mad than any other woman, wild with
grief and hysterical through nervous irritation, might at any time
become without having her sanity called in question.
I am sure that you are not, nor ever could have been, Madam. The
nervous excitement of which you speak is entirely within the control of
medicine, which mania proper is not. You will use the means that I
prescribe and your continued calmness will go far to convince even
these dullards that they have been wrong.
I will do everything you recommend; indeed, for some weeks before
you came, I had put a constraint upon myself and forced myself to be
very still; but the effect of that was, that acting upon their theory
they said that I was sinking into the last or 'melancholy-mad' state of
mania, and they put me in here with the incurables.
Lady, said Traverse, respectfully taking her hand, now that I am
acquainted in some slight degree with the story of your heavy wrongs,
do not suppose that I will ever leave you until I see you restored to
Friends! ah, young man, do you really suppose that if I had had
friends I should have been left thus long unsought? I have no friends,
Doctor Rocke, except yourself, newly sent me by the Lord; nor any
relatives except a young daughter whom I have seen but twice in my
life!once upon the dreadful night when she was born and torn away
from my sight and once about two years ago, when she must have been
sixteen years of age. My little daughter does not know that she has a
poor mother living, and I have no friend upon earth but you, whom the
Lord has sent.
And not in vain! said Traverse, fervently, though you have no
other friends, yet you have the law to protect you. I will make your
case known and restore you to liberty. Then, lady, listen: I have a
good mother, to whom suffering has taught sympathy with the
unfortunate, and I have a lovely betrothed bride, whom you will forgive
her lover for thinking an angel in woman's form; and we have a
beautiful home among the hills of Virginia, and you shall add to our
happiness by living with us.
The lady looked at Traverse Rocke with astonishment and incredulity.
Boy, she said, do you know what you are promisingto assume the
whole burthen of the support of a useless woman for her whole life?
What would your mother or your promised wife say to such a
Ah! you do not know my dear mother nor my Clarano, nor even me. I
tell you the truth when I say that your coming among us would make us
happier. Oh, Madam, I myself owe so much to the Lord and to His
instruments, the benevolent of this world, for all that has been done
for me. I seize with gratitude the chance to serve in my turn any of
His suffering children. Pray believe me!
I do! I do, Doctor Rocke! I see that life has not deprived you of a
generous, youthful enthusiasm, said the lady, with the tears welling
up into her glorious black eyes.
After a little, with a smile, she held out her hand to him, saying:
Young friend, if you should succeed in freeing me from this prison
and establishing my sanity before a court of justice, I and my daughter
will come into the immediate possession of one of the largest estates
in your native Virginia! Sit you down, Doctor Rocke, while I tell you
my true story, and much, very much more of it than I have ever confided
to any human being.
Lady, I am very impatient to hear your history, but I am your
physician, and must first consider your health. You have been
sufficiently excited for one day; it is late; take your tea and retire
early to bed. To-morrow morning, after I have visited the wards and you
have taken your breakfast, I will come, and you shall tell me the story
of your life.
I will do whatever you think best, said the lady.
Traverse lifted her hand to his lips, bowed, and retreated from the
That same night Traverse wrote to his friend, Herbert Greyson, in
Mexico, and to his mother and Clara, describing his interesting
patient, though as yet he could tell but little of her, not even in
fact her real name, but promising fuller particulars next time, and
declaring his intention of bringing her home for the present to their
CHAPTER XXVIII. END OF THE LADY'S
Of the present naught is bright,
But in the coming years I see
A brilliant and a cheerful light,
Which burns before thee constantly.
W. D. Gallagher.
At the appointed hour the next morning Traverse Rocke repaired to
the cell of his mysterious patient.
He was pleased to find her up, dressed with more than usual care and
taste and looking, upon the whole, much better in health and spirits
than upon the preceding day.
Ah, my young hero, it is you; you see that I am ready for you, she
said, holding out her hand.
You are looking very well this morning, said Traverse, smiling.
Yes, hope is a fine tonic, Doctor Rocke.
She was seated by the same window at which Traverse had first seen
her, and she now beckoned the young doctor to come and take a seat near
My story is almost as melodramatic as a modern romance, Doctor
Rocke, she said.
Traverse bowed gravely and waited.
My father was a French patriot, who suffered death in the cause of
liberty when I, his only child, was but fourteen years of age. My
mother, broken-hearted by his loss, followed him within a few months. I
was left an orphan and penniless, for our estate was confiscated.
Ah, your sorrows came early and heavily indeed, said Traverse.
Yes; well, a former servant of my father held an humble situation
of porter on the ground floor of a house, the several floors of which
were let out to different lodgers. This poor man and his wife gave me a
temporary home with themselves. Among the lodgers of the house there
was a young Virginian gentleman of fortune, traveling for pleasure and
improvement; his name was Mr. Eugene Le Noir.
Le Noir! cried Traverse, with a violent start.
Yeswhat is the matter?
It is a familiar Virginia name, Madam, that is all; pray go on.
Mr. Le Noir was as good and kind as he was wise and cultivated. He
used to stop to gossip with old Cliquot every time he stopped at the
porter's room to take or to leave his key. There he heard of the poor
little orphan of the guillotine, who had no friend in the world but her
father's old servant. He pitied me, and after many consultations with
Father and Mother Cliquot, he assumed the position of guardian to me,
and placed me at one of the best schools in Paris. He lingered in the
city and came to see me very often; but always saw me in the presence
of Madame, the directress. I clung to him with affection as to a father
or an elder brother, and I knew he loved me with the tender, protecting
affection that he would have given a younger sister, had he possessed
one. Ah! Doctor Rocke, tell me, besides yourself, are there many other
men in your State like him?
I knew but one such; but go on, dear Madam.
When I had been to school some months he came to me one day
scarcely able to conceal his woe. He told me that his father was ill
and that he should have to sail in the first packet from Havre, and
that, in fact, he had then come to take leave of me. I was wild with
grief, not only upon his account but upon my own, at the prospect of
losing him, my only friend. I was but a child, and a French child to
boot. I knew nothing of the world; I regarded this noble gentleman, who
was so much my superior in years as in everything else, as a father,
guardian or elder brother; so in an agony of grief I threw myself into
his arms, sobbing and weeping bitterly and imploring him not to break
my heart by leaving me. It was in vain Madame the Directress exclaimed
and expostulated at these improprieties. I am sure I did not hear a
word until he spoke. Putting me out of his arms, he said:
'I must go, my child; duty calls me.'
'Then take me with you; take your poor little one with you, and do
not pull her out of your warm, good heart, or she will wither and die
like a flower torn up by the roots!' I cried, between my sobs and
He drew me back to his bosom and whispered:
There is but one way in which I can take you with me, my child.
Will you be my wife, little Capitolie?
Capitola! cried Traverse, with another great start.
Yes! Why? What is the matter now?
Why, it is such an odd name, that is all! Pray proceed, Madam.
We were married the same day, and sailed the third morning
thereafter from Havre for the United States, where we arrived, alas!
only to find the noble gentleman, my Eugene's father, laid in his
grave. After Mr. Le Noir's natural grief was over we settled down
peaceably to our country life at the Hidden House
The Hidden House! again exclaimed Traverse Rocke.
Yes! that is another odd name, isn't it? Well, I was very happy. At
first when I understood my real position, I had been afraid that my
husband had married me only from compassion; but he soon proved to me
that his love was as high, as pure and as noble as himself. I was very
happy. But one day, in the midst of my exultant joy, a thunderbolt fell
and shattered my peace to destruction forever! Oh, Doctor Rocke, my
husband was murdered by some unknown hand in his own woods, in open
day! I cannot talk of this! cried the widow, breaking down,
overwhelmed with the rush of terrible recollections.
Traverse poured out a glass of water and handed it to her.
She drank it, made an effort at self-control, and resumed:
Thus, scarcely sixteen years of age, I was a widow, helpless,
penniless and entirely dependent upon my brother-in-law, Colonel
Gabriel Le Noir, for by the terms of their father's will, if Eugene
died without issue the whole property descended to his younger brother,
Gabriel. To speak the truth, Colonel Le Noir was exceedingly kind to me
after my awful bereavement, until a circumstance was discovered that
changed all our relations. It was two months after my husband's death
that I discovered, with mingled emotions of joy and sorrow, that heaven
had certainly destined me to become a mother! I kept my cherished
secret to myself as long as it was possible, but it could not indeed be
long concealed from the household. I believe that my brother-in-law was
the first to suspect it. He called me into his study one day, and I
obeyed like a child. And there he rudely questioned me upon the subject
of my sacred mother-mystery. He learned the truth more from my silence
than from my replies, for I could not answer him.
The brute! the miserable hound! ejaculated Traverse.
Oh, Doctor Rocke, I could not tell you the avalanche of abuse,
insult and invective that he hurled upon my defenseless head. He
accused me of more crimes than I had ever heard talk of. He told me
that my condition was an impossible one unless I had been false to the
memory of his brother; that I had dishonored his name, disgraced his
house and brought myself to shame; that I should leave the roof, leave
the neighborhood and die as I deserved to die, in a ditch! I made no
reply. I was crushed into silence under the weight of his reproaches.
The caitiff! The poltroon! Ah, poor stranger, why did you not leave
the house at once and throw yourself upon the protection of the
minister of your parish or some other kind neighbor?
Alas! I was a child, a widow and a foreigner all in one! I did not
know your land or your laws or your people. I was not hopeful or
confident; I had suffered so cruelly and I was overwhelmed by his
But did you not know, dear lady, that all his rage was aroused only
by the fact that the birth of your child would disinherit him?
Ah, no! I was not aware, at that time, that Gabriel Le Noir was a
villain. I thought his anger honest, though unjust, and I was as
ignorant as a child. I had no mother nor matronly friend to instruct
me. I knew that I had broken no command of God or man; that I had been
a faithful wife, but when Gabriel Le Noir accused me with such bitter
earnestness I feared that some strange departure from the usual course
of nature had occurred for my destruction. And I was overwhelmed by
mortification, terror and despair!
Ah, the villain! exclaimed Traverse, between his teeth.
He told me at last that to save the memory of his dead brother he
would hide my dishonor, and he ordered me to seclude myself from the
sight of all persons. I obeyed him like a slave, grateful even for the
shelter of his roof.
A roof that was your own, as he very well knew. And he knew, also,
the caitiff! that if the circumstance became known the whole State
would have protected you in your rights, and ejected him like a cur.
Nay, even in that case no harm should have reached him on my
account. He was my husband's brother.
And worst enemy! But proceed, dear lady.
Well, I secluded myself as he commanded. For four months I never
left the attic to which he had ordered me to retreat. At the end of
that time I became the mother of twinsa boy and a girl. The boy only
opened his eyes on this world to close them again directly. The girl
was living and healthy. The old nurse who attended me had an honest and
compassionate face; I persuaded her to secrete and save the living
child, and to present the dead babe to Colonel Le Noir as the only one,
for the suspicions that had never been awakened for myself were alarmed
for my child. I instinctively felt that he would have destroyed it.
The mother's instinct is like inspiration, said Traverse.
It may be so. Well, the old woman pitied me and did as I desired.
She took the dead child to Colonel Le Noir, who carried it off, and
afterward buried it as the sole heir of his elder brother. The old
woman carried off my living child and my wedding ring, concealed under
her ample shawl. Anxiety for the fate of my child caused me to do what
nothing else on earth would have tempted me to doto creep about the
halls and passages on tiptoe and under cover of the night and listen at
keyholes, said the lady, blushing deeply at the recollection.
Youyou were perfectly right, Mrs. Le Noir! In a den of robbers,
where your life and honor were always at stake, you could have done no
otherwise! exclaimed Traverse, warmly.
I learned by this means that my poor old nurse had paid with her
liberty for her kindness to me. She had been abducted and forced from
her native country together with a child found in her possession, which
they evidently suspected, and I knew, to be mine. Oh, heaven! the agony
then of thinking of what might be her unknown fate, worse than death,
perhaps! I felt that I had only succeeded in saving her lifedoubtful
Here Mrs. Le Noir paused in thought for a few moments and then
It is the memory of a long, dreary and hopeless imprisonment, my
recollection of my residence in that house! In the same manner in which
I gained all my information, I learned that it was reported in the
neighborhood that I had gone mad with grief for the loss of my husband
and that I was an inmate of a madhouse in the North! It was altogether
false; I never left the Hidden House in all those years until about two
years ago. My life there was dreary beyond all conception. I was
forbidden to go out or to appear at a window. I had the whole attic,
containing some eight or ten rooms, to rove over, but I was forbidden
to descend. An ill-looking woman called Dorcas Knight, between whom and
the elder Le Noir there seemed to have been some sinful bond was
engaged ostensibly as my attendant, but really as my jailer.
Nevertheless, when the sense of confinement grew intolerable I
sometimes eluded her vigilance and wandered about the house at night.
Thence, no doubt, said Traverse, giving rise to the report that
the house was haunted.
Mrs. Le Noir smiled, saying:
I believe the Le Noirs secretly encouraged that report. I'll tell
you why. They gave me a chamber lamp inclosed in an intense blue shade,
that cast a strange, unearthly light around. Their ostensible reason
was to insure my safety from fire. Their real reason was that this
light might be seen from without in what was reputed to be an
uninhabited portion of the house, and give color to its bad reputation
among the ignorant of being haunted.
So much for the origin of one authenticated ghost story, said
Yes, and there was still more circumstantial evidence to support
this ghostly reputation of the house. As the years passed I had, even
in my confined state, gathered knowledge in one way and
anotherpicking up stray books and hearing stray conversation; and so,
in the end I learned how gross a deception and how great a wrong had
been practised upon me. I was not wise or cunning. I betrayed
constantly to my attendant my knowledge of these things. In consequence
of which my confinement became still more restricted.
Yes, they were afraid of you, and fear is always the mother of
cruelty, said Traverse.
Well, from the time that I became enlightened as to my real
position, all my faculties were upon the alert to find means of
escaping and making my condition known to the authorities. One night
they had a guest, Colonel Eglen, of the army, Old Dorcas had her hands
full, and forgot her prisoner. My door was left unlocked. So, long
after Colonel Eglen had retired to rest, and when all the household
were buried in repose, I left my attic and crept down to the chamber of
the guest, with no other purpose than to make known my wrongs and
appeal to his compassion. I entered his chamber, approached his bed to
speak to him, when this hero of a hundred fields started up in a panic,
and at the sight of the pale woman who drew his curtains in the dead of
the night, he shrieked, violently rang his bell and fainted prone
Ha! ha! ha! he could brave an army or march into a cannon's mouth
easier than meet a supposed denizen of another world! Well, Doctor
Johnson believed in ghosts, laughed Traverse.
It remained for me to retreat as fast as possible to my room to
avoid the Le Noirs, who were hurrying with headlong speed to the
guest-chamber. They knew of course, that I was the ghost, although they
affected to treat their visitor's story as a dream. After that my
confinement was so strict that for years I had no opportunity of
leaving my attic. At last the strict espionage was relaxed. Sometimes
my door would be left unlocked. Upon one such occasion, in creeping
about in the dark, I learned, by overhearing a conversation between Le
Noir and his housekeeper, that my long lost daughter, Capitola, had
been found and was living at Hurricane Hall! This was enough to comfort
me for years. About three years ago the surveillance over me was so
modified that I was left again to roam about the upper rooms of the
house at will, until I learned that they had a new inmate, young Clara
Day, a ward of Le Noir! Oh, how I longed to warn that child to fly! But
I could not; alas, again I was restricted to my own room, lest I should
be seen by her. But again, upon one occasion, old Dorcas forgot to lock
my door at night. I stole forth from my room and learned that a young
girl, caught out in the storm, was to stay all night at the Hidden
House. Young girls were not plentiful in that neighborhood, I knew.
Besides, some secret instinct told me that this was my daughter: I knew
that she would sleep in the chamber under mine, because that was the
only habitable guest-room in the whole house. In the dead of night I
left my room and went below and entered the chamber of the young girl.
I went first to the toilet table to see if among her little girlish
ornaments, I could find any clue to her identity. I found it in a
plain, gold ringthe same that I had intrusted to the old nurse. Some
strange impulse caused me to slip the ring upon my finger. Then I went
to the bed and threw aside the curtains to gaze upon the sleeper. My
girlmy own girl! With what strange sensations I first looked upon her
face! Her eyes were open and fixed upon mine in a panic of terror. I
stooped to press my lips to her's and she closed her eyes in mortal
fear, I carried nothing but terror with me! I withdrew from the room
and went back, sobbing, to my chamber. My poor girl next morning
unconsciously betrayed her mother. It had nearly cost me my life.
When the Le Noirs came home, the first night of their arrival they
entered my room, seized me in my bed and dragged me shrieking from it!
Good heaven! What punishment is sufficient for such wretches!
exclaimed Traverse, starting up and pacing the narrow limits of the
Listen! They soon stopped both my shrieks and my breath at once. I
lost consciousness for a time, and when I awoke I found myself in a
close carriage, rattling over a mountain road, through the night. Late
the next morning we reached an uninhabited country house, where I was
again imprisoned, in charge of an old dumb woman, whom Le Noir called
Mrs. Raven. This I afterwards understood to be Willow Heights, the
property of the orphan heiress, Clara Day. And here, also, for the term
of my stay, the presence of the unknown inmate got the house the
reputation of being haunted.
The old dumb woman was a shade kinder to me than Dorcas Knight had
been, but I did not stay in her charge very long. One night the Le
Noirs came in hot haste. The young heiress had been delivered from
their charge by a degree of the Orphans' Court, and they had to give up
her house. I was drugged and hurried away. Some narcotic sedative must
have been insinuated into all my food, for I was in a state of
semi-sensibility and mild delirium during the whole course of a long
journey by land and sea, which passed to me like a dream, and at the
end of which I found myself here. No doubt, from the excessive use of
narcotics, there was some thing wild and stupid in my manner and
appearance that justified the charge of madness. And when I found that
I was a prisoner in a lunatic asylum, far, far away from the
neighborhood where at least I had once been known I gave way to the
wilder grief that further confirmed the story of my madness. I have
been here two years, occasionally giving way to outbursts of wild
despair, that the doctor calls frenzy. I was sinking into an apathy,
when one day I opened the little Bible that lay upon the table of my
cell. I fixed upon the last chapters in the gospel of John. That
narrative of meek patience and divine love. It did for me what no power
under that of God could have done. It saved me! It saved me from
madness! It saved me from despair! There is a time for the second birth
of every soul; that time had come for me. From that hour, this book has
been my constant companion and comfort. I have learned from its pages
how little it matters how or where this fleeting, mortal life is
passed, so that it answers its purpose of preparing the soul for
another. I have learned patience with sinners, forgiveness of enemies,
and confidence in God. In a word, I trust I have learned the way of
salvation, and in that have learned everything. Your coming and your
words, young friend, have stirred within my heart the desire to be
free, to mingle again on equal terms with my fellow beings, and above
all, to find and to embrace my child. But not wildly anxious am I even
for these earthly blessings. These, as well as all things else, I
desire to leave to the Lord, praying that His will may be mine. Young
friend, my story is told.
Madam, said Traverse, after a thoughtful pause, our fates have
been more nearly connected than you could have imagined. Those Le Noirs
have been my enemies as they are yours. That young orphan heiress, who
appealed from their cruelty to the Orphans' Court, was my own
betrothed. Willow Heights was her patrimony and is now her quiet home
where she lives with my mother, and where in their names I invited you
to come. And take this comfort also; your enemy no longer lives: months
ago I left him ill with a mortal wound. This morning the papers
announce his death. There remains, therefore, but little for me to do,
but to take legal measures to free you from this place, and restore you
to your home. Within an hour I shall set out for New Orleans, for the
purpose of taking the initiatory steps. Until my return then, dear
lady, said Traverse, respectfully taking her handfarewell, and be
of good cheer!
CHAPTER XXIX. PROSPECTS BRIGHTEN.
Thus far our fortune keeps an onward course,
And we are graced with wreaths of victory.
Leaving Mrs. Le Noir, Traverse went down to the stable, saddled the
horse that had been allotted to his use, and set off for a long day's
journey to New Orleans, where late at night he arrived, and put up at
the St. Charles.
He slept deeply from fatigue until late the next morning, when he
was awakened by the sounds of trumpets, drums and fifes, and by general
He arose and looked from his windows to ascertain the cause, and saw
the square full of people in a state of the highest excitement,
watching for a military procession coming up the street.
It was the United States troops under their gallant commanders, who
had landed from the steamboats that morning and were now marching from
the quays up to their quarters at the St. Charles.
As they advanced, Traverse, eagerly upon the lookout, recognized his
Traverse withdrew from the window, hurriedly completed his toilet,
and hastened down-stairs, where he soon found himself face to face with
Herbert, who warmly grasping his hand, exclaimed:
You here, old friend? Why, I thought you were down in East
Feliciana, with your interesting patient!
It is for the interest of that 'interesting patient' that I am
here, Herbert! Did I tell you, she was one of the victims of that demon
No: but I know it from another source. I know as much, or more of
her, perhaps, than you do!
Ah! exclaimed Traverse, in surprise.
Yes! I know, for instance, that she is Capitola's mother, the
long-lost widow of Eugene Le Noir, the mistress of the Hidden House,
and the ghost who drew folks' curtains there at night.
Then you do know something about her, but how did you arrive at the
By the 'last dying speech and confession' of Gabriel Le Noir,
confided to me to be used in restitution after his decease. But, come!
There is the second bell. Our mess are going in to breakfast; join us
and afterwards you and I will retire and compare notes, said Herbert,
taking the arm of his friend as they followed the moving crowd into the
After the morning meal was concluded the friends withdrew together
to the chamber occupied by Traverse Rocke, where they sat down for
Herbert first related to Traverse all that had occurred from the
time that the latter left the city of Mexico, including the arrival of
Craven Le Noir at the dying bed of his father, the subsequent death and
funeral of Colonel Le Noir, and the late emigration of Craven, who to
avoid the shame of the approaching revelation, joined a party of
explorers bound for the recently discovered gold mines in California.
The civilized world is then rid of two villains at once, said the
Herbert took from his pocket the confession of Colonel Le Noir,
which he said he was now at liberty to use as he thought proper for the
ends of justice. That certain parts of the disclosure intimately
concerned Traverse Rocke, to whom he should therefore read the whole.
The confession may be briefly summed up as follows:
The first item was that he had sought to win the affections of Marah
Rocke, the supposed wife of Major Ira Warfield; he had sedulously
waylaid and followed her with his suit during the whole summer; she had
constantly repulsed and avoided him; he, listening to his own evil
passions, had bribed her maid to admit him in the dark to Marah's
cabin, upon a certain night when her husband was to be absent; that the
unexpected return of Major Warfield, who had tracked him to the house,
had prevented the success of his evil purpose, but had not saved the
reputation of the innocent wife, whose infuriated husband would not
believe her ignorant of the presence of the villain in her house; that
he, Gabriel Le Noir, in hatred as well as in shame, had forborne until
now to make the explanation, which he hoped might now, late in life as
it was, bring the long-severed pair together, and establish Marah Rocke
and her son in their legal and social rights.
The second item in the black list of crime was the death of his
elder brother, whom he declared he had not intended to kill. He said
that, having contracted large debts which he was unable to pay he had
returned secretly from his distant quarters to demand the money from
his brother, who had often helped him; that, meeting his brother in the
woods, he made this request. Eugene reproached him for his extravagance
and folly, and refused to aid him; an encounter ensued, in which Eugene
fell. He, Gabriel Le Noir, fled pursued by the curse of Cain, and
reached his own quarters before even his absence had been suspected.
His agency in the death of his brother was not suspected even by his
accomplice in other crimes, the outlaw called Black Donald, who,
thinking to gain an ascendency over one whom he called his patron,
actually pretended to have made way with Eugene Le Noir for the sake of
his younger brother.
The third item of confession was the abduction of the nurse and babe
of the young widow of Eugene, the circumstances of which are already
known to the reader.
The fourth in the dreadful list comprised the deceptions, wrongs and
persecutions practised upon Madame Eugene Le Noir, and the final false
imprisonment of that lady under the charge of insanity, in the private
madhouse kept by Doctor Pierre St. Jean, in East Feliciana.
In conclusion, he spoke of the wrongs done to Clara Day, whose
pardon, with that of others, he begged. And he prayed that in
consideration of his son, as little publicity as was possible might be
given to these crimes.
During the reading of this confession, the eyes of Traverse Rocke
were fixed in wonder and half incredulity upon the face of Herbert, and
at its conclusion he said:
What a mass of crime! But that we may not dare to question the
mercy of the Lord, I should ask if these were sins that he would ever
pardon! Herbert, it appalls me to think of it!
Then, after deep thought, he added:
This, then, was the secret of my dear mother's long unhappiness.
She was Major Warfield's forsaken wife. Herbert, I feel as though I
never, never could forgive my father!
Traverse, if Major Warfield had wilfully and wantonly forsaken your
mother, I should say that your resentment was natural and right. Who
should be an honorable woman's champion if not her own son? But Major
Warfield, as well as his wife, was more sinned against than sinning.
Your parents were both victims of a cruel conspiracy, and he suffered
as much in his way as she did in hers, said Herbert.
I always thought, somehow, that my dear mother was a forsaken wife.
She never told me so, but there was something about her circumstances
and manners, her retired life, her condition, so much below her
deserts, her never speaking of her husband's death, which would have
been natural for her to do, had she been a widowall, somehow, went to
give me the impression that my father had abandoned us. Lately I had
suspected Major Warfield had something to do with the sad affair,
though I never once suspected him to be my father. So much for natural
instincts, said Traverse, with a melancholy smile.
Traverse, said Herbert, with the design of drawing him off from
sad remembrances of his mother's early trials. Traverse, this
confession, signed and witnessed as it is, will wonderfully simplify
your course of action in regard to the deliverance of Madame Le Noir.
Yes; so it will, said Traverse, with animation. There will be no
need now of applying to law, especially if you will come down with me
to East Feliciana and bring the confession with you.
I will set out with you this very morning, if you wish, as I am on
leave. What! To hasten to the release of Capitola's mother, I would set
out at midnight and ride straight on for a week!
Ah! there is no need of such extravagant feats of travel. It is now
ten o'clock; if we start within an hour we can reach the 'Calm Retreat'
by eleven o'clock to-night.
En avant, then, exclaimed Herbert, rising and ringing the bell.
Traverse ordered horses, and in twenty minutes the friends were on
the road to East Feliciana.
They reached the Calm Retreat so late that night that there was
none but the porter awake to admit them.
Traverse took his friend up to his own dormitory, saying,
It is an unappreciable distance of time since you and I occupied
the same bed, Herbert.
Yes; but it is not the first, by five hundred times. Do you
remember, Traverse, the low attic where we used to sleep, and how on
stormy nights we used to listen to the rain pattering on the roof,
within two or three inches of our faces, and how we used to be half
afraid to turn over for fear that we should bump our heads against the
timbers of the ceiling?
Yes, indeed, said Traverse.
And thereupon the two friends launched into a discussion of old
times, when the two widows and their sons lived togetherthe two women
occupying one bed, and the two boys the other. And this discussion they
kept up until long after they retired, and until sleep overtook them.
The next morning Traverse conducted his friend down to the breakfast
parlor, to introduce him to Doctor St. Jean, who, as soon as he
perceived his young medical assistant, sprang forward exclaiming:
Grand ciel! Is this then you? Have you then returned? What for did
you run away with my horse?
I went to New Orleans in great haste, upon very important business,
Grand Dieu! I should think so, when you ride off on my horse
without saying a word. If it had been my ambling pony I should have
been in despair, I! Your business so hasty and so important was
accomplished, I hope.
Yes; I did my errand with less trouble than I had anticipated,
owing to the happy circumstance of meeting my friend here, who has come
down hither connected with the same business.
Ah! vera happy to see your friend. In the medical profession, I
No, sir; in the army. Allow me to present him. Major Herbert
Greyson, of the th Regiment of Cavalry.
Ou! ay! Grand ciel! This is the brave, the distinguished, the
illustrious officer, so honorably mentioned in the dispatches of the
invincible Taylor and the mighty Scott! said the little Frenchman,
bowing his night-capped head down to his slippery toes.
Herbert smiled as he returned the bow. And then the little French
doctor, turning to Traverse said:
But your business, so important and so hasty, which has brought
this officer so illustrious down herewhat is it, my friend?
We will have the honor of explaining to Monsieur le Docteur, over
our coffee, if he will oblige us by ordering the servant to retire,
said Traverse, who sometimes adopted, in speaking to the old Frenchman,
his own formal style of politeness. Go, then, John!
Oui, oui, certainement! Allez donc, John!
As soon as the man had gone, Traverse said:
I propose to discuss this business over our coffee, because it will
save time without interfering with our morning meal, and I know that
immediately afterwards you will go your usual round of visits to your
Eh bien! proceed, my son! proceed!
Traverse immediately commenced and related all that was necessary
concerning the fraud practised upon the institution by introducing into
it an unfortunate woman, represented to be mad, but really only
sorrowful, nervous and excitable. And to prove the truth of his words,
Traverse desired Herbert to read from the confession the portion
relating to this fraud, and to show the doctor the signature of the
principal and the witness.
To have seen the old French doctor then! I rejoice in a Frenchman,
for the frank abandon with which he gives himself up to his emotions!
Our doctor, after staring at the confession, took hold of the top of
his blue tasseled night-cap, pulled it off his head and threw it
violently upon the floor! Then remembering that he was exposing a
cranium as bald as a peeled potato, he suddenly caught it up again,
clapped it upon his crown and exclaimed:
Sacre! Diable! and other ejaculations dreadful to translate, and
others again which it would be profane to set down in French or
Gabriel Le Noir was no longer an officer illustrious, a gentleman
noble and distinguished, compassionate and tender; he was a robber
infamous! a villain atrocious, a caitiff ruth, and without remorse!
After breakfast the doctor consented that his young hero, his little
knight-errant, his dear son, should go to the distressed lady and open
the good news to her, while the great Major Greyson, the warrior
invincible, should go around with himself to inspect the institution.
Traverse immediately repaired to the chamber of Mrs. Le Noir, whom
he found sitting at the window, engaged in some little trifle of
needlework, the same pale, patient woman that she had first appeared to
Ah, you have come! I read good news upon your smiling face, my
friend! Tell it! I have borne the worst of sorrows! Shall I not have
strength to bear joy?
Traverse told her all, and then ended by saying:
Now, dear madame, it is necessary that we leave this place within
two hours, as Major Greyson's regiment leaves New Orleans for
Washington to-morrow, and it is advisable that you go under our
protection. We can get you a female attendant from the St. Charles.
Oh, I can be ready in ten minutes! Bless you, I have no fine lady's
wardrobe to pack up! replied Mrs. Le Noir, with a smile.
Traverse bowed and went out to procure a carriage from the next
village. And in half an hour afterwards the whole party took leave of
Doctor Pierre St. Jean and his institution incomparable, and set
forth on their journey to New Orleans, whence in two days afterwards
they sailed for the North. And now, dear reader, let you and I take the
fast boat and get home before them, to see our little Cap, and find out
what adventures she is now engaged in, and how she is getting on.
CHAPTER XXX. CAPITOLA A CAPITALIST.
Is truly painted with a cheerful look,
Equally distant from proud insolence
And sad dejection.
How glad I am to get back to my little Cap, for I know very well,
reader, just as well as if you had told me, that you have been
grumbling for some time for the want of Cap. But I could not help it,
for, to tell the truth, I was pining after her myself, which was the
reason that I could not do half justice to the scenes of the Mexican
Well, now let us see what Cap has been doingwhat oppressors she
has punishedwhat victims she has deliveredin a word, what new
heroic adventures she has achieved.
Well, the trial of Donald Bayne, alias Black Donald, was over. Cap,
of course, had been compelled to appear against him. During the whole
course of the trial the court-room was crowded with a curious
multitude, from far and near, eager to get sight of the notorious
Black Donald, through the whole ordeal, deported himself with a
gallant and joyous dignity, that would have better become a triumph
than a trial.
He was indicted upon several distinct counts, the most serious of
whichthe murder of the solitary widow and her daughter in the forest
cabin, and the assassination of Eugene Le Noir in the woods near the
Hidden Housewere sustained only by circumstantial evidence. But the
aggregate weight of all these, together with his very bad reputation,
was sufficient to convict him, and Black Donald was sentenced to death.
This dreadful doom, most solemnly pronounced by the judge was
received by the prisoner with a loud laugh, and the words:
You're out o' your reckoning now, cap'n! I never was a saint, the
Lord knows, but my hands are free from blood guiltiness! There's an
honest little girl that believes medon't you? he said, turning
laughingly to our little heroine.
Yes, I do! said Cap, bursting into tears; and I am sorry for you
as ever I can be, Donald Bayne.
Bother! It was sure to come to this first or last, and I knew it!
Now, to prove you do not think this rugged hand of mine stained with
blood, give it a friendly shake! said the condemned man. And before
Old Hurricane could prevent her, Capitola had jumped over two or three
intervening seats and climbed up to the side of the dock, and reached
up her hand to the prisoner, saying:
God help you, Donald Bayne, in your great trouble, and I will do
all I can to help you in this world. I will go to the Governor myself,
and tell him I know you never did any murder.
Remove the prisoner, said the judge, peremptorily.
The constables approached and led away Black Donald.
Old Hurricane rushed upon Cap, seized her, and, shaking her
fiercely, exclaimed, under his breath:
Youyouyouyou New York hurrah boy! You foundling! You
vagabond! You vagrant! You brat! You beggar! Will you never be a lady?
To go and shake hands with that ruffian!
Sure, uncle, that's nothing new; I have shaken hands with you often
Demmy, youyouyou New York trash, what do you mean by that?
Of course I mean, uncle, that you are as rough a ruffian as ever
Donald Bayne was!
Demmy, I'll murder you!
Don't, uncle; they have an uncivilized way here of hanging
murderers, said Cap, shaking herself free of Old Hurricane's grasp,
and hastening out of the court-room to mount her horse and ride home.
One night after tea, Capitola and her uncle occupied their usual
seats by the little bright wood fire, that the chilly evening and keen
mountain air made agreeable, even in May.
Old Hurricane was smoking his pipe and reading his paper.
Cap was sitting with her slender fingers around her throat, which
she, with a shudder, occasionally compressed:
Well, that demon Black Donald will be hanged the 26th of July,
said Old Hurricane, exultingly, and we shall get rid of one villain,
I pity Black Donald, and I can't bear to think of his being hanged!
It quite breaks my heart to think that I was compelled to bring him to
such a fate!
Oh, that reminds me! The reward offered for the apprehension of
Black Donald, to which you were entitled, Cap, was paid over to me for
you. I placed it to your account in the Agricultural Bank.
I don't want it! I won't touch it! The price of blood! It would
burn my fingers! said Cap.
Oh, very well! A thousand dollars won't go a-begging, said Old
Uncle, it breaks my heart to think of Black Donald's execution! It
just does! It must be dreadful, this hanging! I have put my finger
around my throat and squeezed it, to know how it feels, and it is
awful. Even a little squeeze makes my head feel as if it would burst,
and I have to let go! Oh, it is horrible to think of!
Well, Cap, it wasn't intended to be as pleasant as tickling, you
know. I wish it was twenty times worse! It would serve him right, the
villain! I wish it was lawful to break him on the wheelI do!
Uncle, that is very wicked in you! I declare I won't have it! I'll
write a petition to the Governor to commute his sentence, and carry it
all around the county myself!
You wouldn't get a soul to sign it to save your life, much less
I'll go to the Governor myself, and beg him to pardon Donald
Ha! ha! ha! the Governor would not do it to save all our lives, and
if he were to do such an outrageous thing he might whistle for his
I declare, Donald Bayne shall not be hangedand so there! said
Whe-ew! You'll deliver him by the strength of your arm, my little
I'll save him one way or another, now mind I tell you! He sinned
more against me than against anybody else, and so I have the best right
of anybody in the world to forgive him, and I do forgive him! And he
shan't be hanged! I say it!
You say it! Ha! ha! ha! Who are you, to turn aside the laws?
I, Capitola Black, say that Donald Bayne, not having deserved to be
hanged, shall not be hanged! And in one way or another I'll keep my
And Cap did her best to keep it. The next morning she mounted Gyp
and rode up to Tip Top, where she employed the village lawyer to draw
up a petition to the Governor for the commutation of Donald Bayne's
sentence. And then she rode all over the county to try to get
signatures to the document. But all in vain. People of every age and
condition too thoroughly feared and hated the famous outlaw, and too
earnestly wished to be entirely and forever rid of him, to sign any
petition for a commutation of his sentence. If a petition for his
instant execution had been carried around it would have stood a much
better chance of success.
Cap spent many days in her fruitless enterprise, but at last gave it
upbut by no means in despair, for
I'll save his life, yet! by one means or another! I can't change
clothes with him as I did with Clara; he's too big, but one way or
other I'll save him, said Cap, to herself. She said it to no one else,
for the more difficult the enterprise the more determined she was to
succeed, and the more secretive she grew as to her measures.
In the mean time the outlaw, double-ironed, was confined in the
condemned cell, the strongest portion of the county jail. All persons
were strictly prohibited from visiting him, except certain of the
They did all they could to bring the outlaw to a sense of his
condition, to prepare him to meet his fate and to induce him to make a
confession and give up the retreat of his band.
And Donald listened to them with respect, acknowledged himself a
great sinner, and knelt with them when they knelt to pray for him.
But he denied that he was guilty of the murders for which he had
been doomed to die, and he utterly refused to give up his old
companions, replying to the ministers in something like these words:
Poor wretches! They are no more fit to die than I am, and a
condemned cell, with the thought of the scaffold before him, are not
exactly the most favorable circumstances under which a man might
experience sincere repentance, my masters!
And so, while the convict listened with docility to all that the
ministers had to say, he steadily persisted in asserting his own
innocence of the crimes for which he was condemned, and in his refusal
to deliver up his companions.
Meantime, Capitola, at Hurricane Hall, was doing all she could to
discover or invent means to save the life of Black Donald. But still
she said no more about it even to Old Hurricane.
One evening, while Cap was sitting by the fire with her thoughts
busy with this subject, her uncle came in saying:
Cap, I have got some curiosities to show you!
What are they? said Cap, languidly.
A set of burglar's tools, supposed to belong to some member of
Black Donald's band! One of my negroes found them in the woods in the
neighborhood of the Devil's Punch Bowl! I wrote to the sheriff
concerning them, and he requested me to take care of them until he
should have occasion to call for them. Look! Did you ever see such
things? said Old Hurricane, setting down a canvas bag upon the table
and turning out from it all sorts of strange looking instrumentstiny
saws, files, punches, screws, picks, etc., etc., etc.
Cap looked at them with the most curious interest, while Old
Hurricane explained their supposed uses.
It must have been an instrument of this sort, Cap, that that blamed
demon, Donald, gave to the imprisoned men to file their fetters off
with! he said, showing a thin file of tempered steel.
That! said Cap. Hand it here! Let me see it! And she examined it
with the deepest interest.
I wonder what they force locks with? she inquired.
Why, this, and this, and this! said Old Hurricane, producing a
burglar's pick, saw and chisel.
Cap took them and scrutinized them so attentively that Old Hurricane
burst out into a loud laugh, exclaiming:
You'll dream of house-breakers to-night, Cap! and taking the
tools, he put them all back in the little canvas bag, and put the bag
up on a high shelf of the parlor closet.
The next morning, while Cap was arranging flowers on the parlor
mantelpiece, Old Hurricane burst in upon her with his hands full of
letters and newspapers, and his heart full of exultationthrowing up
his hat and cutting an alarming caper for a man of his age, he
Hurrah, Cap! Hurrah! Peace is at last proclaimed and our victorious
troops are on their way home! It's all in the newspapers, and here are
letters from Herbert, dated from New Orleans! Here are letters for you,
and here are some for me! I have not opened them yet! Hurrah, Cap!
Hurrah, Uncle! Hurrah! cried Cap, tossing up her flowers and
rushing into his arms.
Don't squeeze me into an apoplexy, you little bear, said Old
Hurricane, turning purple in the face, from the savage hug of Cap's
joyful arms. Come along and sit down with me, at this table, and let
us see what the letters have brought us.
They took their seats opposite each other at a small table, and Old
Hurricane threw the whole mail between them, and began to pick out the
That's for you, Cap. This is for me, he said, pitching out two in
the handwriting of Herbert Greyson.
Cap opened hers and commenced reading. It was in fact Herbert's
first downright, practical proposal of marriage, in which he begged
that their union might take place as soon as he should return, and that
as he had written to his uncle by the same mail, upon another subject,
which he did not wish to mix up with his own marriage, she would, upon
a proper opportunity, let her uncle know of their plans.
Upon my word, he takes my consent very coolly as a matter of
course, and even forces upon me the disagreeable duty of asking myself
of my own uncle! Who ever heard of such proceedings? If he were not
coming home from the wars, I declare I should get angry; but I won't
get upon my dignity with Herbertdear, darling, sweet Herbert. If it
were anybody else, shouldn't they know the difference between their
liege lady and Tom Trotter? However, as it's Herbert, here goes! Now, I
suppose the best way to ask myself of uncle, for Herbert, will be just
to hand him over this letter. The dear knows it isn't so over and above
affectionate that I should hesitate. Uncle, said Cap, pulling Old
Hurricane's coat sleeve.
Don't bother me, Cap, exclaimed Major Warfield, who sat there
holding a large, closely written document in his hand, with his great
round eyes strained from their sockets, as they passed along the lies
with devouring interest.
Well, I do declare! I do believe he has received a proposal of
marriage himself, cried Cap, shooting much nearer the truth than she
Old Hurricane did not hear her. Starting up with the document in his
hand, he rushed from the room and went and shut himself up in his own
I vow, some widow has offered to marry him, said Cap, to herself.
Old Hurricane did not come to dinner, nor to supper. But after
supper, when Capitola's wonder was at its climax, and while she was
sitting by the little wood fire that that chilly evening required, Old
Hurricane came in, looking very unlike himself, in an humble, confused,
deprecating, yet happy manner, like one who had at once a mortifying
confession to make, a happy secret to tell.
Cap, he said, trying to suppress a smile, and growing purple in
Oh, yes! You've come to tell me, I suppose, that you're going to
put a step-aunt-in-law over my head, only you don't know how to
announce it, answered Capitola, little knowing how closely she had
come to the truth; when, to her unbounded astonishment, Old Hurricane
Yes, my dear, that's just it!
What! My eyes! Oh, crickey! cried Cap, breaking into her newsboy's
slang, from mere consternation.
Yes, my dear, it is perfectly true! replied the old man, growing
furiously red, and rubbing his face.
Oh! oh! oh! Hold me! I'm 'kilt!' cried Cap, falling back in her
chair in an inextinguishable fit of laughter, that shook her whole
frame. She laughed until the tears ran down her cheeks. She wiped her
eyes and looked at Old Hurricane, and every time she saw his confused
and happy face she burst into a fresh paroxysm that seemed to threaten
her life or her reason.
Who is the happyOh, I can't speak! Oh, I'm 'kilt' entirely!
she cried, breaking off in the midst of her question and falling into
It's no new love, Cap; it's my old wife! said Old Hurricane,
wiping his face.
This brought Capitola up with a jerk! She sat bolt upright, gazing
at him with her eyes fixed as if in death.
Cap, said Old Hurricane, growing more and more confused, I've
been a married man more years than I like to think of! Cap, I'veI've
a wife and grown-up son! Why do you sit there staring at me, you little
demon? Why don't you say something to encourage me, you little wretch?
Go on! said Cap, without removing her eyes.
Cap, I wasa jealous passionateDemmy, confession isn't in my
line. A diabolical villain made me believe that my poor little wife
There! I knew you'd lay it on somebody else. Men always do that,
said Cap, to herself.
He was mortally wounded in Mexico. He made a confession and
confided it to Herbert, who has just sent me an attested copy. It was
Le Noir. My poor wife lived under her girlhood's name of Marah Rocke.
Old Hurricane made a gulp, and his voice broke down.
Cap understood all now, as well as if she had known it as long as
Old Hurricane had. She comprehended his extreme agitation upon a
certain evening, years ago, when Herbert Greyson had mentioned Marah
Rocke's name, and his later and more lasting disturbance upon
accidentally meeting Marah Rocke at the Orphans' Court.
This revelation filled her with strange and contradictory emotions.
She was glad; she was angry with him; she was sorry for him; she was
divided between divers impulses to hug and kiss him, to cry over him,
and to seize him and give him a good shaking! And between them she did
nothing at all.
Old Hurricane was again the first to speak.
What was that you wished to say to me, Cap, when I ran away from
you this morning?
Why, uncle, that Herbert wants to follow your example,
andandand Cap blushed and broke down.
I thought as much. Getting married at his age! A boy of
twenty-five! said the veteran in contempt.
Taking a wife at your age, uncle, an infant of sixty-six!
Bother, Cap! Let me see that fellow's letter to you.
Cap handed it to him and the old man read it.
If I were to object, you'd get married all the same! Demmy! you're
both of age. Do as you please!
Thank you, sir, said Cap, demurely.
And now, Cap, one thing is to be noticed. Herbert says, both in
your letter and in mine, that they were to start to return the day
after these letters were posted. These letters have been delayed in the
mail. Consequently we may expect our hero here every day. But Cap, my
dear, you must receive them. For to-morrow morning, please the Lord, I
shall set out for Staunton and Willow Heights, and go and kneel down at
the feet of my wife, and ask her pardon on my knees!
Cap was no longer divided between the wish to pull Old Hurricane's
gray beard and to cry over him. She threw herself at once into his arms
Oh, uncle! God bless you! God bless you! God bless you! It has come
very late in life, but may you be happy with her through all the ages
Old Hurricane was deeply moved by the sympathy of his little madcap,
and pressed her to his bosom, saying:
Cap, my dear, if you had not set your heart upon Herbert, I would
marry you to my son Traverse, and you two should inherit all that I
have in the world! But never mind, Cap, you have an inheritance of your
own. Cap, Cap, my dear, did it ever occur to you that you might have
had a father and mother?
Yes! often! But I used to think you were my father, and that my
mother was dead.
I wish to the Lord that I had been your father, Cap, and that Marah
Rocke had been your mother! But Cap, your father was a better man than
I, and your mother as good a woman as Marah. And Cap, my dear, you
vagabond, you vagrant, you brat, you beggar, you are the sole heiress
of the Hidden House estate and all its enormous wealth! What do you
think of that, now? What do you think of that, you beggar? cried Old
A shriek pierced the air, and Capitola starting up, stood before Old
Hurricane, crying in an impassioned voice:
Uncle! Uncle! Don't mock me! Don't overwhelm me! I do not care for
wealth or power; but tell me of the parents who possessing both, cast
off their unfortunate childa girl, too! to meet the sufferings and
perils of such a life as mine had been, if I had not met you!
Cap, my dear, hush! Your parents were no more to blame for their
seeming abandonment of you, than I was to blame for the desertion of my
poor wife. We are all the victims of one villain, who has now gone to
his account, Capitola. I mean Gabriel Le Noir. Sit down, my dear, and I
will read the copy of his whole confession, and afterwards, in
addition, tell you all I know upon the subject!
Capitola resumed her seat, Major Warfield read the confession of
Gabriel Le Noir, and afterwards continued the subject by relating the
events of that memorable Hallowe'en when he was called out in a snow
storm to take the dying deposition of the nurse who had been abducted
with the infant Capitola.
And at the end of his narrative Cap knew as much of her own history
as the reader has known all along.
And I have a mother, and I shall even see her soon! You told me she
was coming home with the partydid you not, Uncle? said Capitola.
Yes, my child. Only think of it! I saved the daughter from the
streets of New York, and my son saved the mother from her prison at the
madhouse! And now, my dear Cap, I must bid you good night and go to
bed, for I intend to rise to-morrow morning long before daylight, to
ride to Tip Top to meet the Staunton stage, said the old man, kissing
Just as he was about to leave the room he was arrested by a loud
ringing and knocking at the door.
Wool was heard running along the front hall to answer the summons.
Cap, I shouldn't wonder much if that was our party. I wish it may
be, for I should like to welcome them before I leave home to fetch my
wife, said Old Hurricane, in a voice of agitation.
And while they were still eagerly listening, the door was thrown
open by Wool, who announced:
Marse Herbert, which I mean to say, Major Herbert Greyson; and
Herbert entered and was grasped by the two hands of Old Hurricane, who
Ah, Herbert, my lad! I have got your letters. It is all right,
Herbert, or going to be so. You shall marry Cap when you like. And I am
going to-morrow morning to throw myself at the feet of my wife.
No need of your going so far, dear sir, no need. Let me speak to my
own dear girl a moment, and then I shall have something to say to you,
said Herbert, leaving the old man in suspense, and going to salute
Capitola, who returned his fervent embrace by an honest, downright
frank kiss, that made no secret of itself.
Capitola! My uncle has told you all?
Every single bit! So don't lose time by telling it all over again!
Is my mother with you?
Yes! and I will bring her in, in one moment; but first I must bring
in some one else, said Herbert, kissing the hand of Capitola and
turning to Old Hurricane, to whom he said:
You need not travel far to find Marah. We took Staunton in our way
and brought her and Clara alongTraverse! he said going to the
doorbring in your mother.
And the next instant Traverse entered with the wife of Major
Warfield upon his arm.
Old Hurricane started forward to meet her, exclaiming in a broken
Marah, my dear Marah, God may forgive me, but can youcan you ever
do so? And he would have sunk at her feet, but that she prevented, by
meeting him and silently placing both her hands in his. And so quietly
Marah's forgiveness was expressed, and the reconciliation sealed.
Meanwhile Herbert went out and brought in Mrs. Le Noir and Clara.
Mrs. Le Noir, with a Frenchwoman's impetuosity, hurried to her daughter
and clasped her to her heart.
Cap gave one hurried glance at the beautiful pale woman that claimed
from her a daughter's love and then, returning the caress, she said:
Oh, mamma! Oh, mamma! If I were only a boy instead of a girl, I
would thrash that Le Noir within an inch of his life! But I forgot! He
has gone to his account.
Old Hurricane was at this moment shaking hands with his son,
Traverse, who presently took occasion to lead up and introduce his
betrothed wife, Clara Day, to her destined father-in-law.
Major Warfield received her with all a soldier's gallantry, a
gentleman's courtesy and a father's tenderness.
He next shook hands with his old acquaintance, Mrs. Le Noir.
And then supper was ordered and the evening was passed in general
and comparative reminiscences and cheerful conversation.
CHAPTER XXXI. THERE SHALL BE LIGHT
AT THE EVENTIDE.Holy Bible.
They shall be blessed exceedingly, their store
Grow daily, weekly more and more,
And peace so multiply around,
Their very hearth seems holy ground.
The marriage of Capitola and of Herbert and that of Clara and of
Traverse was fixed to take place upon the first of August, which was
the twenty-first birthday of the doctor's daughter, and also the
twenty-fifth anniversary of the wedding of Ira Warfield and Marah
German husbands and wives have a beautiful custom of keeping the
twenty-fifth anniversary of their marriage by a festival, which they
call the Silver Wedding. And thus Major Warfield and Marah resolved
to keep this first of August, and further to honor the occasion by
uniting the hands of their young people.
There was but one cloud upon the happiness of Capitola; this was the
approaching execution of Black Donald.
No one else seemed to care about the matter, until a circumstance
occurred which painfully aroused their interest.
This was the fact that the Governor, through the solicitation of
certain ministers of the gospel who represented the condemned as
utterly unprepared to meet his fate, had respited him until the first
of August, at which time he wished the prisoner to be made to
understand that his sentence would certainly, without further delay, be
carried into effect.
This carried a sort of consternation into the heart of every member
of the Hurricane Hall household!
The idea of Black Donald being hanged in their immediate
neighborhood upon their wedding day was appalling!
Yet there was no help for it, unless their wedding was postponed to
another occasion than that upon which Old Hurricane had set his heart.
No one knew what to do.
Cap fretted herself almost sick. She had cudgeled her brains to no
purpose. She had not been able to think of any plan by which she could
deliver Black Donald. Meantime the last days of July were rapidly
Black Donald in the condemned cell maintained his firmness,
resolutely asserting his innocence of any capital crime, and
persistently refusing to give up his band. As a last motive of
confession, the paper written by Gabriel Le Noir upon his death-bed was
shown him. He laughed a loud, crackling laugh, and said that was all
true, but that he, for his part, never had intended to harm a hair of
Capitola's head; that he had taken a fancy to the girl when he had
first seen her, and had only wanted to carry her off and force her into
a marriage with himself; that he had pretended to consent to her death
only for the purpose of saving her life.
When Cap heard this she burst into tears and said she believed it
The night before the wedding of Capitola and Herbert, and Clara and
Traverse, and of the execution of Black Donald, came.
At Hurricane Hall the two prospective bridegrooms were busy with Old
Hurricane over some papers that had to be prepared in the library.
The two intended brides were engaged, under the direction of Mrs.
Warfield, in her dressing-room, consulting over certain proprieties of
the approaching festival. But Capitola could give only a half attention
to the discussion. Her thoughts were with the poor condemned man who
was to die the next day.
And suddenly she flew out of the room, summoned her groom, mounted
her horse, and rode away.
In his condemned cell Black Donald was bitterly realizing how
unprepared he was to die, and how utterly impossible it was for him to
prepare in the short hours left him. He tried to pray, but could form
no other petition than that he might be allowed, if possible, a little
longer to fit himself to meet his Creator. From his cell he could hear
the striking of the great clock in the prison hall. And as every hour
struck it seemed a nail driven in his coffin.
At eight o'clock that night the warden sat in his little office,
consulting the sheriff about some details of the approaching execution.
While they were still in discussion, a turnkey opened the door, saying:
A lady to see the warden.
And Capitola stood before them!
Miss Black! exclaimed both sheriff and warden, rising in surprise,
gazing upon our heroine, and addressing her by the name under which
they had first known her.
Yes, gentlemen, it is I. The truth is, I cannot rest to-night
without saying a few words of comfort to the poor man who is to die
to-morrow. So I came hither, attended by my groom, to know if I may see
him for a few minutes.
Miss Black, here is the sheriff. It is just as he pleases. My
orders were so strict that had you come to me alone I should have been
obliged to refuse you.
Mr. Keepe, you will not refuse me, said Capitola, turning to the
Miss Black, my rule is to admit no one but the officers of the
prison and the ministers of the gospel, to see the condemned! This we
have been obliged to observe as a measure of safety. This convict, as
you are aware, is a man of consummate cunning, so that it is really
wonderful he has not found means to make his escape, closely as he has
been watched and strongly as he has been guarded.
Ah, but Mr. Keepe, his cunning was no match for mine, you know!
said Capitola, smiling.
Ha-ha-ha! so it was not! You took him very cleverly! Very cleverly,
indeed! In fact, if it had not been for you, I doubt if ever we should
have captured Black Donald at all. The authorities are entirely
indebted to you for the capture of this notorious outlaw. And really
that being the case, I do think it would be straining a point to refuse
you admittance to see him. So, Miss Black, you have my authority for
visiting the condemned man in his cell and giving him all the comfort
you can. I would attend you thither myself, but I have got to go to see
the captain of a militia company to be on the scene of action
to-morrow, said the sheriff, who soon after took leave of the warden
The warden then called a turnkey and ordered him to attend Miss
Black to the condemned cell.
The young turnkey took up a lamp and a great key and walked before,
leading the way down-stairs to a cell in the interior of the basement,
occupied by Black Donald.
He unlocked the door, admitted Capitola, and then walked off to the
extremity of the lobby, as he was accustomed to do when he let in the
Capitola thanked heaven for this chance, for had he not done so she
would have to invent some excuse for getting rid of him.
She entered the cell. It was very dimly lighted from the great lamp
that hung in the lobby, nearly opposite the cell door.
By its light she saw Black Donald, not only doubly ironed but
confined by a chain and staple to the wall. He was very pale and
haggard from long imprisonment and great anxiety.
Cap's heart bled for the poor banned and blighted outlaw, who had
not a friend in the world to speak a kind word to him in his trouble.
He also recognized her, and rising and coming to meet her as far as
the length of the chain would permit, he held out his hand and said:
I am very glad you have come, little one; it is very kind of you to
come and see a poor fellow in his extremity! You are the first female
that has been in this cell since my imprisonment. Think of that, child!
I wanted to see you, too, I wanted to say to you yourself again, that I
was never guilty of murder, and that I only seemed to consent to your
death to save your life! Do you believe this? On the word of a dying
man it is truth!
I do believe you, Donald Bayne, said Capitola, in a broken voice.
I hear that you have come into your estate. I am glad of it. And
they tell me that you are going to be married to-morrow! Well! God
bless you, little one!
Oh, Donald Bayne! Can you say God bless me, when it was I who put
Tut, child, we outlaws bear no malice. Spite is a civilized vice.
It was a fair contest, child, and you conquered. It's well you did.
Give me your hand in good will, since I must die to-morrow!
Capitola gave her hand, and whilst he held it, she stooped and said:
Donald, I have done everything in the world I could to save your
I know you have, child. May yours be long and happy.
Donald, may your life be longer and better than you think. I have
tried all other means of saving you in vain; there is but one means
The outlaw started violently, exclaiming:
Is there one?
Donald, yes! There is! I bring you the means of deliverance and
escape. Heaven knows whether I am doing rightfor I do not! I know
many people would blame me very much, but I hope that He who forgave
the thief upon the cross and the sinful woman at his feet, will not
condemn me for following His own compassionate example! For, Donald, as
I was the person whom you injured most of all others, so I consider
that I of all others have the best right to pardon you and set you
free. Oh, Donald! Use well the life I am about to give you, else I
shall be chargeable with every future sin you commit!
In the name of mercy, girl, do not hold out a false hope. I had
nerved myself to die!
But you were not prepared to meet your Maker! Oh, Donald! I hold
out no false hope! Listen, for I must speak low and quick. I could
never be happy again if on my wedding-day you should die a felon's
death! Here! here are tools with the use of which you must be
acquainted, for they were found in the woods near the Hidden House!
said Capitola, producing from her pockets a burglar's lock-pick, saw,
chisel, file, etc.
Black Donald seized them as a famished wolf might seize his prey.
Will they do? inquired Capitola, in breathless anxiety.
Yesyesyes! I can file off my irons, pick every lock, drive back
every bolt, and dislodge every bar between myself and freedom with
these instruments! But, child, there is one thing you have forgotten:
suppose a turnkey or a guard should stop me? You have brought me no
Capitola turned pale.
Donald, I could easily have brought you a revolver; but I would
not, even to save you from to-morrow's death! No, Donald, no! I give
you the means of freeing yourself, if you can do it, as you may,
without bloodshed! But, Donald, though your life is not justly
forfeited, your liberty is, and so I cannot give you the means of
taking any one's life for the sake of saving your own!
You are right, said the outlaw.
Listen further, Donald. Here are a thousand dollars! I thought
never to have taken it from the bank, for I would never have used the
price of blood! But I drew it to-day for you. Take itit will help you
to live a better life! When you have picked your way out of this place,
go to the great elm tree at the back of the old mill, and you will find
my horse, Gyp, which I shall have tied there. He is very swift. Mount
him and ride for your life to the nearest seaport, and so escape by a
vessel to some foreign country. And oh, try to lead a good life, and
may God redeem you, Donald Bayne! Thereconceal your tools and your
money quickly, for I hear the guard coming. Good-byand again, God
redeem you, Donald Bayne!
God bless you, brave and tender girl! And God forsake me if I do
not heed your advice! and the outlaw pressed the hand she gave him
while the tears rushed to his eyes.
The guard approached; Capitola turned to meet him. They left the
cell together and Black Donald was locked in for the last time!
Oh, I hope, I pray, that he may get off! Oh, what shall I do if he
doesn't! How can I enjoy my wedding to-morrow! How can I bear the music
and the dancing and the rejoicing, when I know that a fellow creature
is in such a strait! Oh, Lord grant that Black Donald may get clear off
to-night, for he isn't fit to die! said Cap to herself, as she hurried
out of the prison.
Her young groom was waiting for her and she mounted her horse and
rode until they got to the old haunted church at the end of the
village, when drawing rein, she said:
Jem, I am very tired. I will wait here and you must just ride back
to the village, to Mr. Cassell's livery stable, and get a gig, and put
your horse into it, and come back here to drive me home, for I cannot
Jem, who never questioned his imperious little mistress's orders,
rode off at once to do her bidding.
Cap immediately dismounted from her pony and led him under the deep
shadows of the elm tree, where she fastened him. Then taking his face
between her hands, and looking him in the eyes, she said:
Gyp, my son, you and I have had many a frolic together, but we've
got to part now! It almost breaks my heart, Gyp, but it is to save a
fellow creature's life, and it can't be helped! He'll treat you well,
for my sake, dear Gyp. Gyp, he'll part with his life sooner than sell
you! Good-by, dear, dear Gyp.
Gyp took all these caresses in a very nonchalant manner, only
snorting and pawing in reply.
Presently the boy came back, bringing the gig. Cap once more hugged
Gyp about the neck, pressed her cheek against his mane, and with a
whispered Good-by, dear Gyp, sprang into the gig and ordered the boy
to drive home.
An' leab the pony, miss?
Oh, yes, for the present; everybody knows Gypno one will steal
him. I have left him length of line enough to move around a little and
eat grass, drink from the brook, or lie down. You can come after him
early to-morrow morning.
The little groom thought this a queer arrangement, but he was not in
the habit of criticising his young mistress's actions.
Capitola got home to a late supper and to the anxious inquiries of
her friends she replied that she had been to the prison to take leave
of Black Donald, and begged that they would not pursue so painful a
And, in respect to Cap's sympathies, they changed the conversation.
* * * * *
That night the remnant of Black Donald's band were assembled in
their first old haunt, the Old Road Inn. They had met for a twofold
purposeto bury their old matron, Mother Raven, who, since the death
of her patron and the apprehension of her captain, had returned to the
inn to dieand to bewail the fate of their leader, whose execution was
expected to come off the next day.
The men laid the poor old woman in her woodland grave, and assembled
in the kitchen to keep a death watch in sympathy with their
unfortunate captain. They gathered around the table, and foaming mugs
of ale were freely quaffed for sorrow's dry, they said. But neither
laugh, song nor jest attended their draughts. They were to keep that
night's vigil in honor of their captain, and then were to disband and
Suddenly, in the midst of their heavy grief and utter silence a
familiar sound was hearda ringing footstep under the back windows.
And every man leaped to his feet, with looks of wild delight and
And the next instant the door was flung wide open, and the outlaw
chief stood among them!
Steve stopped rolling and curled himself around Black Donald's neck,
It's youit's youit's you!my dear, my darlingmy adoredmy
sweetheartmy prince!my lord!my king!my dear, dear captain!
Steve, the lazy mulatto, rolled down upon the floor at his master's
feet, and embraced him in silence.
While Demon Dick growled forth:
How the foul fiend did you get out?
And the anxious faces of all the other men silently repeated the
Not by any help of yours, boys! But don't think I reproach you,
lads! Well I know that you could do nothing on earth to save me! No one
on earth could have helped me except the one who really freed
That girl again! exclaimed Hal, in the extremity of wonder.
Steve stopped rolling, and curled himself around the feet of his
master and gazed up in stupid astonishment.
It's to be hoped, then, you've got her at last, captain, said
Noheaven bless her!she's in better hands. Now listen, lads, for
I must talk fast! I have already lost a great deal too much time. I
went first to the cave in the Punch Bowl, and, not finding you there,
came here at a venture, where I am happy to meet you for the last
timefor to-night we disband forever!
'Twas our intention, captain, said Hal, in a melancholy voice.
Black Donald then threw himself into a seat at the head of the
table, poured out a mug of ale, and invited his band to pledge him.
They gathered around the table, filled their mugs, pledged him
standing, and then resumed their seats to listen to the last words of
Black Donald commenced and related the manner of his deliverance by
Capitola; and then, taking from his bosom a bag of gold, he poured it
upon the table and divided it into two equal portions, one of which he
handed to Headlong Hal, saying:
There, Hal, take that and divide it among your companions, and
scatter to distant parts of the country, where you may yet have a
chance of earning an honest livelihood! As for me, I shall have to quit
the country altogether, and it will take nearly half this sum to enable
me to do it. Now I have not a minute more to give you! So once more
pledge your captain and away!
The men filled their mugs, rose to their feet, and pledged their
leader in a parting toast and then:
Good luck to you all! exclaimed Black Donald, waving his hat
thrice above his head with a valedictory hurrah. And the next moment he
That night, if any watchman had been on guard near the stables of
Hurricane Hall, he might have seen a tall man mounted upon Capitola's
pony, ride up in hot haste, dismount and pick the stable lock, take Gyp
by the bridle and lead him in, and presently return leading out
Fleetfoot, Old Hurricane's racer, upon which he mounted and rode away.
The next morning, while Capitola was dressing, her groom rapped at
the door and, in great dismay, begged that he might speak to Miss Cap
Well, what is it, Jem? said Capitola.
Oh, Miss Cap, you'll kill me! I done been got up long afore day and
gone to Tip-Top arter Gyp, but somebody done been stole him away afore
I got there!
Thank heaven! cried Capitola, to little Jem's unspeakable
amazement. For to Capitola the absence of her horse meant just the
escape of Black Donald!
The next minute Cap sighed and said:
Poor Gyp! I shall never see you again!
That was all she knew of the future!
That morning while they were all at breakfast a groom from the
stables came in with a little canvas bag in his hand, which he laid,
with a bow, before his master.
Major Warfield took it up; it was full of gold, and upon its side
was written, in red chalk:
Three hundred dollars, to pay for Fleetfoot.Black Donald,
While Old Hurricane was reading this inscription, the groom said
that Fleetfoot was missing from his stall, and that Miss Cap's pony,
that was supposed to have been stolen, was found in his place, with
this bag of gold tied around his neck!
It is Black Donaldhe has escaped! cried Old Hurricane, about to
fling himself into a rage, when his furious eyes encountered the gentle
gaze of Marah, that fell like oil on the waves of his rising passion.
Let him go! I'll not storm on my silver wedding day, said Major
As for Cap, her eyes danced with delightthe only little clouds
upon her bright sky were removed. Black Donald had escaped, to commence
a better life, and Gyp was restored!
That evening a magnificent old-fashioned wedding came off at
The double ceremony was performed by the bishop of the diocese (then
on a visit to the neighborhood) in the great salon of Hurricane Hall,
in the presence of as large and splendid an assembly as could be
gathered together from that remote neighborhood.
The two brides, of course, were lovely in white satin, Honiton lace,
pearls and orange flowers. Equally, of course, the bridegrooms were
handsome and elegant, proud and happy.
To this old-fashioned wedding succeeded a round of dinners and
evening parties, given by the wedding guests. And when all these
old-time customs had been observed for the satisfaction of old friends,
the bridal party went upon the new-fashioned tour, for their own
delight. They spent a year in traveling over the eastern continent, and
then returned home to settle upon their patrimonial estates.
Major Warfield and Marah lived at Hurricane Hall and as his heart is
satisfied and at rest, his temper is gradually improving. As the lion
shall be led by the little child, Old Hurricane is led by the gentlest
woman that ever loved or suffered, and she is leading him in his old
age to the Saviour's feet.
Clara and Traverse live at Willow Heights, which has been repaired,
enlarged and improved, and where Traverse has already an extensive
practice, and where both endeavor to emulate the enlightened goodness
of the sainted Doctor Day.
Cap and Herbert, with Mrs. Le Noir, live at the Hidden House, which
has been turned by wealth and taste into a dwelling of light and
beauty. As the bravest are always the gentlest, so the most
high-spirited are always the most forgiving. And thus the weak or
wicked old Dorcas Knight finds still a home under the roof of Mrs. Le
Noir. Her only retribution being the very mild one of having her
relations changed in the fact that her temporary prisoner is now her
mistress and sovereign lady.
I wish I could say they all lived happy ever after. But the truth
is I have reason to suppose that even Clara had sometimes occasion to
administer to Doctor Rocke dignified curtain lectures, which no doubt
did him good. And I know for a positive fact that our Cap sometimes
gives her dear, darling, sweet Herbert, the benefit of the sharp edge
of her tongue, which, of course, he deserves.
But notwithstanding all this, I am happy to say that all enjoy a
fair amount of human felicity.