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you call the mountain in its grandest sentimental men and women in the world who array? I cannot imagine anything beyond what would not sacrifice a single gratification for the I am looking at just now. I have seen Mount good of others. But I know others who can enjoy Blanc, but there was nothing on it save the awful all the beautiful in nature and art, and they would whiteness, which blinds and awes the spirit.” this day lay down their life for me. Here I am

“Miss Clinton, to my mind the sublimest scene cut off from all, and not a friend but one." of these hills is to be seen in the white winter. Elsie, with great art, turned her thoughts away The loneliness pleases me so, that I feel a rever- from this melancholy theme, by saying: ence for High Peak which I never feel at another “Miss Clinton, stand out there, and let me tell

All then is so still that I can hear my you what I have been planning. The Hermit heart beating. It is only at rare times that its that you have heard me speak of, told me about real grandeur appears. One day, a few years ago, the Queen of May in England. I have been in January I was here. There had been a thaw thinking that the Queen of October would be the and a heavy rain for a whole day, which beat upon most suitable for our country, and I would like to the snow without melting it, making it so hard that have you as our model.” it could be trodden upon without sinking. Toward Well, dress me up as you please ; it will put midnight the wind came around suddenly to the off care for the day, and give me something to tell northwest, and blew one of the coldest blasts I when I return to London—that is, if I ever return. ever knew. The rain continued, but it froze as it I feel for a moment now that I might act Lady fell, so that not a tree, nor a twig nor a leaf but Hope in the pageant." hung in icicles, clear as crystal. As soon as my

“My dear lady, you must be my queen, since I father arose, he said, “Now is the time for chasing have elected you. Let me gather the leaves and that mischievous painter that has troubled the the branches while you will use your skill in putsheep so long. He will sink in the crust.

ting them together, to your own fancy. Here is a after him with our snow-shoes.' A company was piece of stick which will serve as the stalk for gathered, Teunis among them. Sleds filled with your sceptre. You must twine it around with the skins, guns and victuals, and warm hearts. We things I shall bring to you, and there is a needle landed here when the sun was at the highest. I and thread. Now, you are better off than Mother had come up so far, just to take my favorite look Eve, the Queen of Eden." and return; but of all the sights that mortal eye You seem, my friend and maid of honor, as I ever beheld, it seems to me still that that must shall call you, to use great familiarity here, in have surpassed them. The mountain was putting a queen to work. But since it must be so, lump of glass, not a dark spot on the whole. The let me try. Tell me who is this strange man who trees all hung in crystals. The hard snow, frozen has informed you of old country customs so well. and glittering to the very top.

It was one dia- | Is he a real hermit, or only some mock anchorite mond, glistening and enriched by all the colors of that affects these strange ways, for some good end, the rainbow. I looked, but my eyes filled so with or in some whim of his own? I should like to tears that I turned away, for I was ashamed to be see a real recluse." seen weeping at what no one else seemed to care “I cannot tell you much about him ; at least, to look upon but myself."

I dare not. He has been in this region for more “Did no one enjoy the vision but you ? It than a year; he came here, no can tell seems to me that I see it now as you describe it." whence; and as he knows so much about the

Not one,'' said Elsie, “ cared about it after a world, we think he must have been a great travelmoment was passed; one girl of my own age de- / ler. The common people say he is a spook; and clared that she would rather get a look at the big the place he has chosen for his retreat favors the kitchen fire. And a good-hearted girl she was for notion, for from the earliest time it has always all that. We must not judge other people by their been thought that some ghost of an old countrytaste in these things."

man frequented that spot. Some say that Hen“No, Elsie," said Miss Clinton, “for we find drick Hudson comes back every year to play at that true love does not always unite itself with bowls, up in these hills, in honor of his finding refined taste.

I have known some of the most out our famous river; others, that Captain Kidd,

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the great pirate, hid some chests of gold there, No, Miss Clinton; he is always calm and and killeil a big negro on the spot. One old quiet when I am near. He tells me of things he money-hunter, called Fred Martin, told a terrible has seen and of some things he has done. He tale of his going at midnight, and digging under has been in battles, by land and sea. But, hush ! a tree. The secret of his success lay in his not I am speaking too loud; I sometimes think he uttering a single word, whatever he should see, knows my very thoughts. Hark! there is Rover's and the whole efforts of the ghosts lay in forcing bark. Hush ! there is the wildcat's mew, as sure

. him to speak. He dug on till the hour of twelve, as I live. Quick ! let us to the bed of the stream. when around him rose the crowd of imps, led on My mother is afraid, and is calling us." by the big, black negro. On Fred worked till out Here the mewing became more distinct, to of breath, he lay down on his back to rest; one which Elsie answered by putting her hand to her more shovelful, and he would be at the chest ; but mouth, giving out a sound which imitated a young over him whirled a large round rock, like a mill. kitten, eager to reach its mother. Lowering her stone, that rose and fell at a great rate, wheeling own head, she signed to her companion to follow all the time. Speak he would not, and speak her example as they ran toward the fall, where they were determined he should. Down the Angelica was waiting for them in the intensest stone again came, till he thought it touched the anxiety. Rover stood trembling by her side; hair of his head, when forgetting himself, he then running up to Elsie, he cowered down-as if cried, 'Off, you black duivel.' The words no he had been chastised; every now and then giving sooner left his mouth than all was pitch dark, and forth a short, quick bark, more through terror he was left there lying till the morning. He de. than eagerness to be sent out on a hunt. clares till this day, if he could only have held his "Some wild animal,” was the ready explanapeace, he would have been rich enough by this tion of the experienced girl, who having been so tiine. So superstitious are the people, that many often out with her father, had seen the dog trem. of them think that the hermit is either Hendrick ble before when through instinct he perceived an Hudson, or the spook' that guards the money- enemy near. To this the mother assented, wlien chest of Captain Kidd."

she listened and heard a howl fierce and deep. “But whom does Elsie think he is? He must All four stood gazing down the ravine, every sense be some one worth speaking of, when you are so quickened to the utmost; while as howl after interested in him."

howl came up, nearer every time, they felt the I dare not say all I think of him, my lady. chills of death coming over them. After a time, He takes up the most of his time in reading and it seemed as if the yells were changed in their writing; he knows all that is going on, which depth, and that some power stronger than the makes me think he must be in communication animal, whatever it was, held it in check. This with strange things and persons. He wanders was confirmed by the increasing boldness of the every day to the top of the mountain, and some-dog, which was seen in his running as far as the times comes this way looking always as if he ex- verge of the shelf, and even putting his

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forpected some one from the west. At such times he ward on a tree that grew near the edge, then is fearful to look upon.”

coming back, as if he wished to encourage his " You are not afraid of him yourself since you friends. The cause of this alarm must be exhave heard his account of the May Queen ?" plained hereafter.

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By Rosa NOUCHETTE CAREY,
Author of Nellie's Memories,\Vee Wifie,Barbara Ileathcote's Trial," and " Robert Ord's Atonement."
CHAPTER XX. CROWNED.

present again, for the hand whose touch had GUY CHICHESTER was alone.

always thriiled through his man's pulses was lying Honor's pretty sitting-room had a pleasant, lightly on his arm, but the brown bearded face was homelike air about it this evening; the soft lamp- only lifted for a moment. She could feel the light fell on the gray damask and delicately sten- electric shock that ran through him. cilled walls, Kiddleawink was stretched on the “Oh, Honor, Honor !" white rug, a work-basket stood open on Honor's She kept her steady hand on his arm, but her little table, and some lace work lay where it had voice shook in its sweetness. been thrown down weeks ago; a riding-whip and “Dear Guy, look again; it is your old Honor."

6 gauntlet were beside it. A look of pain crossed “But so changed, so pitiably changed! Honor, Guy Chichester's face as he noted these little the girl was right; I might have lost you.'' tokens of Honor's presence, and then he threw True, dear friend.” his arms across the back of the low velvet loung- He raised his head, and drew her towards him ing chair, and buried his face on them.

with a fond peremptory movement, but for once Heaven knows what bitter thoughts were surg- there was

resistance. She stood with her ing up in the man's mind as his head sank de- head a little drooping and eyes downcast, as his spondingly on his folded arms. Regret for the keen glance noted the ravages that disease had past mingling with fears for the future ; intolerable made in her beautiful face and figure; evidently longings, remorse for a wasted life, for talents frit- he was unprepared for the change, for he relaxed tered away, for opportunities lost, for faults that his hold with a sudden groan. had blasted so fair a promise, blended with rebel- Her clear, wistful eyes questioned him, and lion against Fate, that had robbed him of his then a fear seized her; she grew paler, and pressed heart's desire,

her hand to her side. “Guy, you frighten me. “I nearly lost her," was his inward groan. Am I such a wreck?'' For the poor soul feared “She was right, and what good would my life that her beauty had faded. What if sickness had have been to me—what good is it now? I am robbed her of her charms, and she no longer weary of this struggle ; of what avail is my man- found favor in his eyes ? hood? I cannot bear this state of things much But in his pain he misunderstood her. longer; it is maddening. The broad shoulders “ It would not have been fair. Death had no heaved with the impatient sigh. Fool !” he right to deprive me of my treasure before it had went on, “weak, unmanly, to think I can hardly come into my keeping,” he said, almost savagely. master myself in her presence. One of these days The old Berserk spirit kindled in his eye; the I must rise against this soft tyranny; one of these man seemed defying his fate. days I must tell her that she must be my wife or “I wanted to live. Oh, it seemed too dreadful nothing to me. Nothing! As though I could to die !” she murmured, pressing nearer to him. blot her out of my life as though I could endure Another time she would have rebuked his bitterexistence without her! Friendship! the very ness; now her weakness and need of him were so thought is oppressive-a mere mockery. Oh, great that she could not refrain from a pang that Honor, I may have sinned, but at least you will he did not open his arms, and take her into them have to answer for these wasted, embittered years.' who had been given to him back from death; as A stifled sigh seemed to echo the unspoken re- though in his reverence he would have touched a proach—a soft sweep of drapery came nearer and hair of her head unless she had suffered him ! nearer.

Had he forgotten that only a little while ago “Guy!” It scarcely needed that whispered he had prayed her to have mercy upon him, for monosyllable to bring Guy Chichester back to the that his trouble was greater than he could bear,

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and she had said him nay? How could he know back from death. You do not think mne uri-2. that during these long years she had proved him, do you, Honor ?" and that she was willing, aye ready, to trust him “No, Guy;" but there was a ring of de now? Already the sullen gloom on his brow was in her voice. infecting her with a new terror. Was she so You are so true a friend-you mean s 7.: changed, pitiably changed, as he said? Was it by me; but once for all you must understands: this that was clouding his thankfulness, and mak. a man's nature is not always under his canta! ing him so unlike himself? Honor's limbs trem- | This friendship between us is mockery. I-WI bled ; her woman's nature had received a shock; ails you, dear?'' the light died out of the beautiful eyes.

"O, Guy, my heart is breaking! Guy! Go “Guy, I cannot bear this.

What makes you so At the cry of anguish from the woman help strange to me?!!

Guy Chichester turned pale, and involuntas He drew his hand before his eyes, and then his opened his arms, but the next moment lire; voice changed; he answered her with feigned dropped to his side. cheerfulness.

I forgot; I have no right," he mutterei. “ To be sure, I have no right to be making you Honor tottered back into a seat and covered as dreary as myself. I ought to be thankful, I am her face with her hands; and tears, the titete: thankful, that you are spared, though it may not she had ever shed, dropped slowly throng be for me; but one grows so heart-sick sometimes. wasted fingers. Had she come back to ? But you cannot help that, can you dear ?"

through the valley of the shadow of death for: “ Guy, how can you misunderstand me so ?!! But the next moment he sprang to her side.

“Am I misunderstanding you, my poor Honor ? “Anything but that !” he cried, in a vure How pale you look, and I am keeping you stand hoarse with emotion. “Honor, it si Le B ing! Sit down, dear."

you wish. I would rather die than you sti: “Not now. Yet Honor's limbs could hardly shed a single tear. Keep me by you if you who support their weight; she leant heavily against when it grows too hard I will go away, as I hast the chair, steadying herself with hands that had gone away before. O, my darling, my darling' begun to tremble. Why did he not look at her? I never meant to hurt you like this." -yet his voice was kind.

She looked up in his face and smilel-'oe “You sent for me,” speaking hurriedly, as sadly!—through her tears. “O, Guy, am I Lä: though he had suddenly remembered something ; still?”' “ you must not make me lose my train.”

Are you what, my darling? God he'r me, “Oh, Guy, must you go, and to-night?” Honor, but I think you grow dearer to me every “Elliott says there is no need—"

day I live.

Ever since the first hour I sey, "Then stay," interrupted Honor.

you have been the only woman in the world to “Stay—why?” he repeated, looking at her in me—my heaviest curse and my dearest blessung *** surprise. “You are the last person, are you not, And you love me still?" to tell me to neglect my duty ?"

With quick revulsion he left her side and has “Your duty!-ah, yes. But may it not be pacing the room. here?" But again he misunderstood her.

“ Have I deserved this doubt? I thought yos You are a good woman, Honor; you mean it perfect, Honor; but you have no righ: to tes! for the best, but this must cease. Hush !" as she your power like this;" and then, as though an! tried to interpose a word; “I did not mean to of his vehemence, “Do you remember het nie tell you this to-night-not to-night."

clung to me that night? I could see your hre 's “What is it you have to tell me, Guy?” and waving out to me in the darkness ever stap Honor's voice grew faint. He was trying her away; will you ever cling to me again?" He cruelly, but she had no strength with which to stopped and looked at the fair, bowed feria answer him.

intense yearning, and his voice grew love and “I have been thinking it over- No, there is passionate. “O, Honor, if it be for the 'zotne, no time to-night, you are not well enough, and it or sake of the dear old days, kiss me it seems ungrateful after you have been brought again, and bid God bless me before I go, iar

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to night I feel like a Cain, branded with the “Six years ago, in this dear old room, you thought of some lost paradise."

promised to be my wife. We have gone through Under the sheltering hands the pale face grew a good deal since then. You will not keep me radiant. What were the words that seemned echo- long waiting, will you, dear?" ing down deep in her heart ? “ They that sow in “ No, Guy." tears shall reap in joy.”

You will soon come to me?" “Guy, come here ;” and as he leant over her “Whenever you wish it,' was the quiet answer. she lifted up her face, flushed with brilliant color, There was something almost solemn in this and kissed him, and then laid her head on his second betrothal. Guy Chichester was the first breast.

to break the silence. “God bless you, dear! O, my dear, my dear, “And you can really trust me now?" you have nearly broken my heart; but I under- Fully and entirely. I see now that I was stand it now. You must never leave me again, wrong to doubt you, Guy. I believe, after all, Guy, for," in a whisper, “I cannot do without that we were both to blame.” you."

“For what, love?” Crowned indeed! Had it come to him at last- “For all these wasted unhappy years, when we the prize he had won and lost, and which he had might have been together. No, don't stop me, been striving to regain all these weary years. Was dear. If you only knew how I have longed to the seed he had sown in bitterness to bring forth ask your forgiveness !" a fair harvest ?

“Mine? You must be jesting, Honor." “My God, I am not worthy," were the only She smiled and shook her head. words that came to him in that moment of cul. “ No; I have been wrong, too. I have been minating joy, when the woman he had wooed for harsh and ungenerous. Your mother was right so many years came to him and laid her noble when she said I loved my own will too much to head on his breast, and he could feel the beating make you happy; and yet no woman was ever of the pure heart against his own.

prouder of her lover than I was of you, Guy." "My love, my love !" was all he said ; but the “ You were always too good to me.

I will not tightening of the strong arms about her, the mur- have you reproach yourself like this. But for my mured blessing from the lips that rested upon the cursed temper, you would have been my wife long bright hair, spoke volumes, and holding her to ago." him in that long silent embrace, Guy Chichester She sighed, and he could feel the hand he held thanked God and took courage.

trembled slightly. “Honor, are you sure you trust me now?" “Do you know the thought that haunted me

They were sitting together side by side. Honor most in my illness? It was remorse that I had looked a little spent and weary with happiness, not loved you well enough. Yes, indeed," as but the tender shining of her eyes and the varying Guy uttered an incredulous exclamation, perfect color on her face made her so like the “Honor love casteth out fear.' My love was imperfect bright" of the old days, that Guy Chichester while I feared to trust you." could almost have thought that the long bitter- “ You knew me too well; it was all my fault, ness was a dream, and that they had never been all my fault." parted.

You say that to comfort me, but indeed I was It was in this room, do you remember, hard on myself as well as you. Do you remember Honor, that you gave me back this;" and he that day when I interceded for Stewart ? I was opened a little case and showed her the diamond nearly yielding then.” hoop. “I have carried it about with me ever Nearly, but not quite." since. I hardly dared to hope its owner would “No; the old fear still remained. I had heard wear it again."

all about your noble work then, Guy, and when She looked at him with her old beautiful smile, you prayed me to come to you, such a longing but it deepened into gravity as the diamonds constrained me that I could have cast myself into slipped into their old place, and Guy took hand your arms, if you had only been less stern with and ring into his keeping.

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