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M. Barnard + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Abbot's Ghost, Or Maurice Treherne's Temptation + +Author: A. M. Barnard + + +Release Date: August, 2005 [EBook #8694] +This file was first posted on August 2, 2003 +Last Updated: March 10, 2018 + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE ABBOT'S GHOST *** + + + + +Text file produced by Suzanne Shell, Martin Agren, Charles Franks, +and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team + +HTML file produced by David Widger + + + + +</pre> + + <div style="height: 8em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h1> + THE ABBOT'S GHOST + </h1> + <h3> + OR, MAURICE TREHERNE'S TEMPTATION + </h3> + <h3> + A Christmas Story + </h3> + <h2> + By A.M. Barnard + </h2> + <h4> + 1867 + </h4> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <p> + <b>CONTENTS</b> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0001"> Chapter I. DRAMATIS PERSONAE </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0002"> Chapter II. BYPLAY </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0003"> Chapter III. WHO WAS IT? </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0004"> Chapter IV. FEEDING THE PEACOCKS </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0005"> Chapter V. UNDER THE MISTLETOE </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0006"> Chapter VI. MIRACLES </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0007"> Chapter VII. A GHOSTLY REVEL </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0008"> Chapter VIII. JASPER </a> + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0001" id="link2HCH0001"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter I. DRAMATIS PERSONAE + </h2> + <p> + “How goes it, Frank? Down first, as usual.” + </p> + <p> + “The early bird gets the worm, Major.” + </p> + <p> + “Deuced ungallant speech, considering that the lovely Octavia is the + worm,” and with a significant laugh the major assumed an Englishman's + favorite attitude before the fire. + </p> + <p> + His companion shot a quick glance at him, and an expression of anxiety + passed over his face as he replied, with a well-feigned air of + indifference, “You are altogether too sharp, Major. I must be on my guard + while you are in the house. Any new arrivals? I thought I heard a carriage + drive up not long ago.” + </p> + <p> + “It was General Snowdon and his charming wife. Maurice Treherne came while + we were out, and I've not seen him yet, poor fellow!” + </p> + <p> + “Aye, you may well say that; his is a hard case, if what I heard is true. + I'm not booked up in the matter, and I should be, lest I make some blunder + here, so tell me how things stand, Major. We've a good half hour before + dinner. Sir Jasper is never punctual.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, you've a right to know, if you are going to try your fortune with + Octavia.” + </p> + <p> + The major marched through the three drawing rooms to see that no + inquisitive servant was eavesdropping, and, finding all deserted, he + resumed his place, while young Annon lounged on a couch as he listened + with intense interest to the major's story. + </p> + <p> + “You know it was supposed that old Sir Jasper, being a bachelor, would + leave his fortune to his two nephews. But he was an oddity, and as the + title <i>must</i> go to young Jasper by right, the old man said Maurice + should have the money. He was poor, young Jasper rich, and it seemed but + just, though Madame Mère was very angry when she learned how the will was + made.” + </p> + <p> + “But Maurice didn't get the fortune. How was that?” + </p> + <p> + “There was some mystery there which I shall discover in time. All went + smoothly till that unlucky yachting trip, when the cousins were wrecked. + Maurice saved Jasper's life, and almost lost his own in so doing. I fancy + he wishes he had, rather than remain the poor cripple he is. Exposure, + exertion, and neglect afterward brought on paralysis of the lower limbs, + and there he is—a fine, talented, spirited fellow tied to that + cursed chair like a decrepit old man.” + </p> + <p> + “How does he bear it?” asked Annon, as the major shook his gray head, with + a traitorous huskiness in his last words. + </p> + <p> + “Like a philosopher or a hero. He is too proud to show his despair at such + a sudden end to all his hopes, too generous to complain, for Jasper is + desperately cut up about it, and too brave to be daunted by a misfortune + which would drive many a man mad.” + </p> + <p> + “Is it true that Sir Jasper, knowing all this, made a new will and left + every cent to his namesake?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, and there lies the mystery. Not only did he leave it away from poor + Maurice, but so tied it up that Jasper cannot transfer it, and at his + death it goes to Octavia.” + </p> + <p> + “The old man must have been demented. What in heaven's name did he mean by + leaving Maurice helpless and penniless after all his devotion to Jasper? + Had he done anything to offend the old party?” + </p> + <p> + “No one knows; Maurice hasn't the least idea of the cause of this sudden + whim, and the old man would give no reason for it. He died soon after, and + the instant Jasper came to the title and estate he brought his cousin + home, and treats him like a brother. Jasper is a noble fellow, with all + his faults, and this act of justice increases my respect for him,” said + the major heartily. + </p> + <p> + “What will Maurice do, now that he can't enter the army as he intended?” + asked Annon, who now sat erect, so full of interest was he. + </p> + <p> + “Marry Octavia, and come to his own, I hope.” + </p> + <p> + “An excellent little arrangement, but Miss Treherne may object,” said + Annon, rising with sudden kindling of the eye. + </p> + <p> + “I think not, if no one interferes. Pity, with women, is akin to love, and + she pities her cousin in the tenderest fashion. No sister could be more + devoted, and as Maurice is a handsome, talented fellow, one can easily + foresee the end, if, as I said before, no one interferes to disappoint the + poor lad again.” + </p> + <p> + “You espouse his cause, I see, and tell me this that I may stand aside. + Thanks for the warning, Major; but as Maurice Treherne is a man of unusual + power in many ways, I think we are equally matched, in spite of his + misfortune. Nay, if anything, he has the advantage of me, for Miss + Treherne pities him, and that is a strong ally for my rival. I'll be as + generous as I can, but I'll <i>not</i> stand aside and relinquish the + woman I love without a trial first.” + </p> + <p> + With an air of determination Annon faced the major, whose keen eyes had + read the truth which he had but newly confessed to himself. Major Royston + smiled as he listened, and said briefly, as steps approached, “Do your + best. Maurice will win.” + </p> + <p> + “We shall see,” returned Annon between his teeth. + </p> + <p> + Here their host entered, and the subject of course was dropped. But the + major's words rankled in the young man's mind, and would have been doubly + bitter had he known that their confidential conversation had been + overheard. On either side of the great fireplace was a door leading to a + suite of rooms which had been old Sir Jasper's. These apartments had been + given to Maurice Treherne, and he had just returned from London, whither + he had been to consult a certain famous physician. Entering quietly, he + had taken possession of his rooms, and having rested and dressed for + dinner, rolled himself into the library, to which led the curtained door + on the right. Sitting idly in his light, wheeled chair, ready to enter + when his cousin appeared, he had heard the chat of Annon and the major. As + he listened, over his usually impassive face passed varying expressions of + anger, pain, bitterness, and defiance, and when the young man uttered his + almost fierce “We shall see,” Treherne smiled a scornful smile and + clenched his pale hand with a gesture which proved that a year of + suffering had not conquered the man's spirit, though it had crippled his + strong body. + </p> + <p> + A singular face was Maurice Treherne's; well-cut and somewhat haughty + features; a fine brow under the dark locks that carelessly streaked it; + and remarkably piercing eyes. Slight in figure and wasted by pain, he + still retained the grace as native to him as the stern fortitude which + enabled him to hide the deep despair of an ambitious nature from every + eye, and bear his affliction with a cheerful philosophy more pathetic than + the most entire abandonment to grief. Carefully dressed, and with no hint + at invalidism but the chair, he bore himself as easily and calmly as if + the doom of lifelong helplessness did not hang over him. A single motion + of the hand sent him rolling noiselessly to the curtained door, but as he + did so, a voice exclaimed behind him, “Wait for me, cousin.” And as he + turned, a young girl approached, smiling a glad welcome as she took his + hand, adding in a tone of soft reproach, “Home again, and not let me know + it, till I heard the good news by accident.” + </p> + <p> + “Was it good news, Octavia?” and Maurice looked up at the frank face with + a new expression in those penetrating eyes of his. His cousin's open + glance never changed as she stroked the hair off his forehead with the + caress one often gives a child, and answered eagerly, “The best to me; the + house is dull when you are away, for Jasper always becomes absorbed in + horses and hounds, and leaves Mamma and me to mope by ourselves. But tell + me, Maurice, what they said to you, since you would not write.” + </p> + <p> + “A little hope, with time and patience. Help me to wait, dear, help me to + wait.” + </p> + <p> + His tone was infinitely sad, and as he spoke, he leaned his cheek against + the kind hand he held, as if to find support and comfort there. The girl's + face brightened beautifully, though her eyes filled, for to her alone did + he betray his pain, and in her alone did he seek consolation. + </p> + <p> + “I will, I will with heart and hand! Thank heaven for the hope, and trust + me it shall be fulfilled. You look very tired, Maurice. Why go in to + dinner with all those people? Let me make you cozy here,” she added + anxiously. + </p> + <p> + “Thanks, I'd rather go in, it does me good; and if I stay away, Jasper + feels that he must stay with me. I dressed in haste, am I right, little + nurse?” + </p> + <p> + She gave him a comprehensive glance, daintily settled his cravat, brushed + back a truant lock, and, with a maternal air that was charming, said, “My + boy is always elegant, and I'm proud of him. Now we'll go in.” But with + her hand on the curtain she paused, saying quickly, as a voice reached + her, “Who is that?” + </p> + <p> + “Frank Annon. Didn't you know he was coming?” Maurice eyed her keenly. + </p> + <p> + “No, Jasper never told me. Why did he ask him?” + </p> + <p> + “To please you.” + </p> + <p> + “Me! When he knows I detest the man. No matter, I've got on the color he + hates, so he won't annoy me, and Mrs. Snowdon can amuse herself with him. + The general has come, you know?” + </p> + <p> + Treherne smiled, well pleased, for no sign of maiden shame or pleasure did + the girl's face betray, and as he watched her while she peeped, he thought + with satisfaction, Annon is right, <i>I</i> have the advantage, and I'll + keep it at all costs. + </p> + <p> + “Here is Mamma. We must go in,” said Octavia, as a stately old lady made + her appearance in the drawing room. + </p> + <p> + The cousins entered together and Annon watched them covertly, while + seemingly intent on paying his respects to Madame Mère, as his hostess was + called by her family. + </p> + <p> + “Handsomer than ever,” he muttered, as his eye rested on the blooming + girl, looking more like a rose than ever in the peach-colored silk which + he had once condemned because a rival admired it. She turned to reply to + the major, and Annon glanced at Treherne with an irrepressible frown, for + sickness had not marred the charm of that peculiar face, so colorless and + thin that it seemed cut in marble; but the keen eyes shone with a + wonderful brilliancy, and the whole countenance was alive with a power of + intellect and will which made the observer involuntarily exclaim, “That + man must suffer a daily martyrdom, so crippled and confined; if it last + long he will go mad or die.” + </p> + <p> + “General and Mrs. Snowden,” announced the servant, and a sudden pause + ensued as everyone looked up to greet the newcomers. + </p> + <p> + A feeble, white-haired old man entered, leaning on the arm of an + indescribably beautiful woman. Not thirty yet, tall and nobly molded, with + straight black brows over magnificent eyes; rippling dark hair gathered up + in a great knot, and ornamented with a single band of gold. A sweeping + dress of wine-colored velvet, set off with a dazzling neck and arms + decorated like her stately head with ornaments of Roman gold. At the first + glance she seemed a cold, haughty creature, born to dazzle but not to win. + A deeper scrutiny detected lines of suffering in that lovely face, and + behind the veil of reserve, which pride forced her to wear, appeared the + anguish of a strong-willed woman burdened by a heavy cross. No one would + dare express pity or offer sympathy, for her whole air repelled it, and in + her gloomy eyes sat scorn of herself mingled with defiance of the scorn of + others. A strange, almost tragical-looking woman, in spite of beauty, + grace, and the cold sweetness of her manner. A faint smile parted her lips + as she greeted those about her, and as her husband seated himself beside + Lady Treherne, she lifted her head with a long breath, and a singular + expression of relief, as if a burden was removed, and for the time being + she was free. Sir Jasper was at her side, and as she listened, her eye + glanced from face to face. + </p> + <p> + “Who is with you now?” she asked, in a low, mellow voice that was full of + music. + </p> + <p> + “My sister and my cousin are yonder. You may remember Tavia as a child, + she is little more now. Maurice is an invalid, but the finest fellow + breathing.” + </p> + <p> + “I understand,” and Mrs. Snowdon's eyes softened with a sudden glance of + pity for one cousin and admiration for the other, for she knew the facts. + </p> + <p> + “Major Royston, my father's friend, and Frank Annon, my own. Do you know + him?” asked Sir Jasper. + </p> + <p> + “No.” + </p> + <p> + “Then allow me to make him happy by presenting him, may I?” + </p> + <p> + “Not now. I'd rather see your cousin.” + </p> + <p> + “Thanks, you are very kind. I'll bring him over.” + </p> + <p> + “Stay, let me go to him,” began the lady, with more feeling in face and + voice than one would believe her capable of showing. + </p> + <p> + “Pardon, it will offend him, he will not be pitied, or relinquish any of + the duties or privileges of a gentleman which he can possibly perform. He + is proud, we can understand the feeling, so let us humor the poor fellow.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Snowdon bowed silently, and Sir Jasper called out in his hearty, + blunt way, as if nothing was amiss with his cousin, “Maurice, I've an + honor for you. Come and receive it.” + </p> + <p> + Divining what it was, Treherne noiselessly crossed the room, and with no + sign of self-consciousness or embarrassment, was presented to the handsome + woman. Thinking his presence might be a restraint, Sir Jasper went away. + The instant his back was turned, a change came over both: an almost grim + expression replaced the suavity of Treherne's face, and Mrs. Snowdon's + smile faded suddenly, while a deep flush rose to her brow, as her eyes + questioned his beseechingly. + </p> + <p> + “How dared you come?” he asked below his breath. + </p> + <p> + “The general insisted.” + </p> + <p> + “And you could not change his purpose; poor woman!” + </p> + <p> + “You will not be pitied, neither will I,” and her eyes flashed; then the + fire was quenched in tears, and her voice lost all its pride in a pleading + tone. + </p> + <p> + “Forgive me, I longed to see you since your illness, and so I 'dared' to + come.” + </p> + <p> + “You shall be gratified; look, quite helpless, crippled for life, + perhaps.” + </p> + <p> + The chair was turned from the groups about the fire, and as he spoke, with + a bitter laugh Treherne threw back the skin which covered his knees, and + showed her the useless limbs once so strong and fleet. She shrank and + paled, put out her hand to arrest him, and cried in an indignant whisper, + “No, no, not that! You know I never meant such cruel curiosity, such + useless pain to both—” + </p> + <p> + “Be still, someone is coming,” he returned inaudibly; adding aloud, as he + adjusted the skin and smoothed the rich fur as if speaking of it, “Yes, it + is a very fine one, Jasper gave it to me. He spoils me, like a dear, + generous-hearted fellow as he is. Ah, Octavia, what can I do for you?” + </p> + <p> + “Nothing, thank you. I want to recall myself to Mrs. Snowdon's memory, if + she will let me.” + </p> + <p> + “No need of that; I never forget happy faces and pretty pictures. Two + years ago I saw you at your first ball, and longed to be a girl again.” + </p> + <p> + As she spoke, Mrs. Snowdon pressed the hand shyly offered, and smiled at + the spirited face before her, though the shadow in her own eyes deepened + as she met the bright glance of the girl. + </p> + <p> + “How kind you were that night! I remember you let me chatter away about my + family, my cousin, and my foolish little affairs with the sweetest + patience, and made me very happy by your interest. I was homesick, and + Aunt could never bear to hear of those things. It was before your + marriage, and all the kinder, for you were the queen of the night, yet had + a word for poor little me.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Snowdon was pale to the lips, and Maurice impatiently tapped the arm + of his chair, while the girl innocently chatted on. + </p> + <p> + “I am sorry the general is such an invalid; yet I dare say you find great + happiness in taking care of him. It is so pleasant to be of use to those + we love.” And as she spoke, Octavia leaned over her cousin to hand him the + glove he had dropped. + </p> + <p> + The affectionate smile that accompanied the act made the color deepen + again in Mrs. Snowdon's cheek, and lit a spark in her softened eyes. Her + lips curled and her voice was sweetly sarcastic as she answered, “Yes, it + is charming to devote one's life to these dear invalids, and find one's + reward in their gratitude. Youth, beauty, health, and happiness are small + sacrifices if one wins a little comfort for the poor sufferers.” + </p> + <p> + The girl felt the sarcasm under the soft words and drew back with a + troubled face. + </p> + <p> + Maurice smiled, and glanced from one to the other, saying significantly, + “Well for me that my little nurse loves her labor, and finds no sacrifice + in it. I am fortunate in my choice.” + </p> + <p> + “I trust it may prove so—” Mrs. Snowdon got no further, for at that + moment dinner was announced, and Sir Jasper took her away. Annon + approached with him and offered his arm to Miss Treherne, but with an air + of surprise, and a little gesture of refusal, she said coldly: + </p> + <p> + “My cousin always takes me in to dinner. Be good enough to escort the + major.” And with her hand on the arm of the chair, she walked away with a + mischievous glitter in her eyes. + </p> + <p> + Annon frowned and fell back, saying sharply, “Come, Major, what are you + doing there?” + </p> + <p> + “Making discoveries.” + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0002" id="link2HCH0002"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter II. BYPLAY + </h2> + <p> + A right splendid old dowager was Lady Treherne, in her black velvet and + point lace, as she sat erect and stately on a couch by the drawing-room + fire, a couch which no one dare occupy in her absence, or share uninvited. + The gentlemen were still over their wine, and the three ladies were alone. + My lady never dozed in public, Mrs. Snowdon never gossiped, and Octavia + never troubled herself to entertain any guests but those of her own age, + so long pauses fell, and conversation languished, till Mrs. Snowdon roamed + away into the library. As she disappeared, Lady Treherne beckoned to her + daughter, who was idly making chords at the grand piano. Seating herself + on the ottoman at her mother's feet, the girl took the still handsome hand + in her own and amused herself with examining the old-fashioned jewels that + covered it, a pretext for occupying her telltale eyes, as she suspected + what was coming. + </p> + <p> + “My dear, I'm not pleased with you, and I tell you so at once, that you + may amend your fault,” began Madame Mère in a tender tone, for though a + haughty, imperious woman, she idolized her children. + </p> + <p> + “What have I done, Mamma?” asked the girl. + </p> + <p> + “Say rather, what have you left undone. You have been very rude to Mr. + Annon. It must not occur again; not only because he is a guest, but + because he is your—brother's friend.” + </p> + <p> + My lady hesitated over the word “lover,” and changed it, for to her + Octavia still seemed a child, and though anxious for the alliance, she + forbore to speak openly, lest the girl should turn willful, as she + inherited her mother's high spirit. + </p> + <p> + “I'm sorry, Mamma. But how can I help it, when he teases me so that I + detest him?” said Octavia, petulantly. + </p> + <p> + “How tease, my love?” + </p> + <p> + “Why, he follows me about like a dog, puts on a sentimental look when I + appear; blushes, and beams, and bows at everything I say, if I am polite; + frowns and sighs if I'm not; and glowers tragically at every man I speak + to, even poor Maurice. Oh, Mamma, what foolish creatures men are!” And the + girl laughed blithely, as she looked up for the first time into her + mother's face. + </p> + <p> + My lady smiled, as she stroked the bright head at her knee, but asked + quickly, “Why say 'even poor Maurice,' as if it were impossible for anyone + to be jealous of him?” + </p> + <p> + “But isn't it, Mamma? I thought strong, well men regarded him as one set + apart and done with, since his sad misfortune.” + </p> + <p> + “Not entirely; while women pity and pet the poor fellow, his comrades will + be jealous, absurd as it is.” + </p> + <p> + “No one pets him but me, and I have a right to do it, for he is my + cousin,” said the girl, feeling a touch of jealousy herself. + </p> + <p> + “Rose and Blanche Talbot outdo you, my dear, and there is no cousinship to + excuse them.” + </p> + <p> + “Then let Frank Annon be jealous of them, and leave me in peace. They + promised to come today; I'm afraid something has happened to prevent + them.” And Octavia gladly seized upon the new subject. But my lady was not + to be eluded. + </p> + <p> + “They said they could not come till after dinner. They will soon arrive. + Before they do so, I must say a few words, Tavia, and I beg you to give + heed to them. I desire you to be courteous and amiable to Mr. Annon, and + before strangers to be less attentive and affectionate to Maurice. You + mean it kindly, but it looks ill, and causes disagreeable remarks.” + </p> + <p> + “Who blames me for being devoted to my cousin? Can I ever do enough to + repay him for his devotion? Mamma, you forget he saved your son's life.” + </p> + <p> + Indignant tears filled the girl's eyes, and she spoke passionately, + forgetting that Mrs. Snowdon was within earshot of her raised voice. With + a frown my lady laid her hand on her daughter's lips, saying coldly, “I do + not forget, and I religiously discharge my every obligation by every care + and comfort it is in my power to bestow. You are young, romantic, and + tender-hearted. You think you must give your time and health, must + sacrifice your future happiness to this duty. You are wrong, and unless + you learn wisdom in season, you will find that you have done harm, not + good.” + </p> + <p> + “God forbid! How can I do that? Tell me, and I will be wise in time.” + </p> + <p> + Turning the earnest face up to her own, Lady Treherne whispered anxiously, + “Has Maurice ever looked or hinted anything of love during this year he + has been with us, and you his constant companion?” + </p> + <p> + “Never, Mamma; he is too honorable and too unhappy to speak or think of + that. I am his little nurse, sister, and friend, no more, nor ever shall + be. Do not suspect us, or put such fears into my mind, else all our + comfort will be spoiled.” + </p> + <p> + Flushed and eager was the girl, but her clear eyes betrayed no tender + confusion as she spoke, and all her thought seemed to be to clear her + cousin from the charge of loving her too well. Lady Treherne looked + relieved, paused a moment, then said, seriously but gently, “This is well, + but, child, I charge you tell me at once, if ever he forgets himself, for + this thing cannot be. Once I hoped it might, now it is impossible; + remember that he continue a friend and cousin, nothing more. I warn you in + time, but if you neglect the warning, Maurice must go. No more of this; + recollect my wish regarding Mr. Annon, and let your cousin amuse himself + without you in public.” + </p> + <p> + “Mamma, do you wish me to like Frank Annon?” + </p> + <p> + The abrupt question rather disturbed my lady, but knowing her daughter's + frank, impetuous nature, she felt somewhat relieved by this candor, and + answered decidedly, “I do. He is your equal in all respects; he loves you, + Jasper desires it, I approve, and you, being heart-whole, can have no just + objection to the alliance.” + </p> + <p> + “Has he spoken to you?” + </p> + <p> + “No, to your brother.” + </p> + <p> + “You wish this much, Mamma?” + </p> + <p> + “Very much, my child.” + </p> + <p> + “I will try to please you, then.” And stifling a sigh, the girl kissed her + mother with unwonted meekness in tone and manner. + </p> + <p> + “Now I am well pleased. Be happy, my love. No one will urge or distress + you. Let matters take their course, and if this hope of ours can be + fulfilled, I shall be relieved of the chief care of my life.” + </p> + <p> + A sound of girlish voices here broke on their ears, and springing up, + Octavia hurried to meet her friends, exclaiming joyfully, “They have come! + they have come!” + </p> + <p> + Two smiling, blooming girls met her at the door, and, being at an + enthusiastic age, they gushed in girlish fashion for several minutes, + making a pretty group as they stood in each other's arms, all talking at + once, with frequent kisses and little bursts of laughter, as vents for + their emotion. Madame Mère welcomed them and then went to join Mrs. + Snowdon, leaving the trio to gossip unrestrained. + </p> + <p> + “My dearest creature, I thought we never should get here, for Papa had a + tiresome dinner party, and we were obliged to stay, you know,” cried Rose, + the lively sister, shaking out the pretty dress and glancing at herself in + the mirror as she fluttered about the room like a butterfly. + </p> + <p> + “We were dying to come, and so charmed when you asked us, for we haven't + seen you this age, darling,” added Blanche, the pensive one, smoothing her + blond curls after a fresh embrace. + </p> + <p> + “I'm sorry the Ulsters couldn't come to keep Christmas with us, for we + have no gentlemen but Jasper, Frank Annon, and the major. Sad, isn't it?” + said Octavia, with a look of despair, which caused a fresh peal of + laughter. + </p> + <p> + “One apiece, my dear, it might be worse.” And Rose privately decided to + appropriate Sir Jasper. + </p> + <p> + “Where is your cousin?” asked Blanche, with a sigh of sentimental + interest. + </p> + <p> + “He is here, of course. I forget him, but he is not on the flirting list, + you know. We must amuse him, and not expect him to amuse us, though + really, all the capital suggestions and plans for merrymaking always come + from him.” + </p> + <p> + “He is better, I hope?” asked both sisters with real sympathy, making + their young faces womanly and sweet. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, and has hopes of entire recovery. At least, they tell him so, though + Dr. Ashley said there was no chance of it.” + </p> + <p> + “Dear, dear, how sad! Shall we see him, Tavia?” + </p> + <p> + “Certainly; he is able to be with us now in the evening, and enjoys + society as much as ever. But please take no notice of his infirmity, and + make no inquiries beyond the usual 'How do you do.' He is sensitive, and + hates to be considered an invalid more than ever.” + </p> + <p> + “How charming it must be to take care of him, he is so accomplished and + delightful. I quite envy you,” said Blanche pensively. + </p> + <p> + “Sir Jasper told us that the General and Mrs. Snowdon were coming. I hope + they will, for I've a most intense curiosity to see her—” began + Rose. + </p> + <p> + “Hush, she is here with Mamma! Why curious? What is the mystery? For you + look as if there was one,” questioned Octavia under her breath. + </p> + <p> + The three charming heads bent toward one another as Rose replied in a + whisper, “If I knew, I shouldn't be inquisitive. There was a rumor that + she married the old general in a fit of pique, and now repents. I asked + Mamma once, but she said such matters were not for young girls to hear, + and not a word more would she say. <i>N'importe</i>, I have wits of my + own, and I can satisfy myself. The gentlemen are coming! Am I all right, + dear?” And the three glanced at one another with a swift scrutiny that + nothing could escape, then grouped themselves prettily, and waited, with a + little flutter of expectation in each young heart. + </p> + <p> + In came the gentlemen, and instantly a new atmosphere seemed to pervade + the drawing room, for with the first words uttered, several romances + began. Sir Jasper was taken possession of by Rose, Blanche intended to + devote herself to Maurice Treherne, but Annon intercepted her, and Octavia + was spared any effort at politeness by this unexpected move on the part of + her lover. + </p> + <p> + “He is angry, and wishes to pique me by devoting himself to Blanche. I + wish he would, with all my heart, and leave me in peace. Poor Maurice, he + expects me, and I long to go to him, but must obey Mamma.” And Octavia + went to join the group formed by my lady, Mrs. Snowdon, the general, and + the major. + </p> + <p> + The two young couples flirted in different parts of the room, and Treherne + sat alone, watching them all with eyes that pierced below the surface, + reading the hidden wishes, hopes, and fears that ruled them. A singular + expression sat on his face as he turned from Octavia's clear countenance + to Mrs. Snowdon's gloomy one. He leaned his head upon his hand and fell + into deep thought, for he was passing through one of those fateful moments + which come to us all, and which may make or mar a life. Such moments come + when least looked for: an unexpected meeting, a peculiar mood, some + trivial circumstance, or careless word produces it, and often it is gone + before we realize its presence, leaving aftereffects to show us what we + have gained or lost. Treherne was conscious that the present hour, and the + acts that filled it, possessed unusual interest, and would exert an + unusual influence on his life. Before him was the good and evil genius of + his nature in the guise of those two women. Edith Snowdon had already + tried her power, and accident only had saved him. Octavia, all unconscious + as she was, never failed to rouse and stimulate the noblest attributes of + mind and heart. A year spent in her society had done much for him, and he + loved her with a strange mingling of passion, reverence, and gratitude. He + knew why Edith Snowdon came, he felt that the old fascination had not lost + its charm, and though fear was unknown to him, he was ill pleased at the + sight of the beautiful, dangerous woman. On the other hand, he saw that + Lady Treherne desired her daughter to shun him and smile on Annon; he + acknowledged that he had no right to win the young creature, crippled and + poor as he was, and a pang of jealous pain wrung his heart as he watched + her. + </p> + <p> + Then a sense of power came to him, for helpless, poor, and seemingly an + object of pity, he yet felt that he held the honor, peace, and happiness + of nearly every person present in his hands. It was a strong temptation to + this man, so full of repressed passion and power, so set apart and shut + out from the more stirring duties and pleasures of life. A few words from + his lips, and the pity all felt for him would be turned to fear, respect, + and admiration. Why not utter them, and enjoy all that was possible? He + owed the Trehernes nothing; why suffer injustice, dependence, and the + compassion that wounds a proud man deepest? Wealth, love, pleasure might + be his with a breath. Why not secure them now? + </p> + <p> + His pale face flushed, his eye kindled, and his thin hand lay clenched + like a vise as these thoughts passed rapidly through his mind. A look, a + word at that moment would sway him; he felt it, and leaned forward, + waiting in secret suspense for the glance, the speech which should decide + him for good or ill. Who shall say what subtle instinct caused Octavia to + turn and smile at him with a wistful, friendly look that warmed his heart? + He met it with an answering glance, which thrilled her strangely, for + love, gratitude, and some mysterious intelligence met and mingled in the + brilliant yet soft expression which swiftly shone and faded in her face. + What it was she could not tell; she only felt that it filled her with an + indescribable emotion never experienced before. In an instant it all + passed, Lady Treherne spoke to her, and Blanche Talbot addressed Maurice, + wondering, as she did so, if the enchanting smile he wore was meant for + her. + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Annon having mercifully set me free, I came to try to cheer your + solitude; but you look as if solitude made you happier than society does + the rest of us,” she said without her usual affectation, for his manner + impressed her. + </p> + <p> + “You are very kind and very welcome. I do find pleasures to beguile my + loneliness, which gayer people would not enjoy, and it is well that I can, + else I should turn morose and tyrannical, and doom some unfortunate to + entertain me all day long.” He answered with a gentle courtesy which was + his chief attraction to womankind. + </p> + <p> + “Pray tell me some of your devices, I'm often alone in spirit, if not so + in the flesh, for Rose, though a dear girl, is not congenial, and I find + no kindred soul.” + </p> + <p> + A humorous glimmer came to Treherne's eyes, as the sentimental damsel + beamed a soft sigh and drooped her long lashes effectively. Ignoring the + topic of “kindred souls,” he answered coldly, “My favorite amusement is + studying the people around me. It may be rude, but tied to my corner, I + cannot help watching the figures around me, and discovering their little + plots and plans. I'm getting very expert, and really surprise myself + sometimes by the depth of my researches.” + </p> + <p> + “I can believe it; your eyes look as if they possessed that gift. Pray + don't study <i>me</i>.” And the girl shrank away with an air of genuine + alarm. + </p> + <p> + Treherne smiled involuntarily, for he had read the secret of that shallow + heart long ago, and was too generous to use the knowledge, however + flattering it might be to him. In a reassuring tone he said, turning away + the keen eyes she feared, “I give you my word I never will, charming as it + might be to study the white pages of a maidenly heart. I find plenty of + others to read, so rest tranquil, Miss Blanche.” + </p> + <p> + “Who interests you most just now?” asked the girl, coloring with pleasure + at his words. “Mrs. Snowdon looks like one who has a romance to be read, + if you have the skill.” + </p> + <p> + “I have read it. My lady is my study just now. I thought I knew her well, + but of late she puzzles me. Human minds are more full of mysteries than + any written book and more changeable than the cloud shapes in the air.” + </p> + <p> + “A fine old lady, but I fear her so intensely I should never dare to try + to read her, as you say.” Blanche looked toward the object of discussion + as she spoke, and added, “Poor Tavia, how forlorn she seems. Let me ask + her to join us, may I?” + </p> + <p> + “With all my heart” was the quick reply. + </p> + <p> + Blanche glided away but did not return, for my lady kept her as well as + her daughter. + </p> + <p> + “That test satisfies me; well, I submit for a time, but I think I can + conquer my aunt yet.” And with a patient sigh Treherne turned to observe + Mrs. Snowdon. + </p> + <p> + She now stood by the fire talking with Sir Jasper, a handsome, reckless, + generous-hearted young gentleman, who very plainly showed his great + admiration for the lady. When he came, she suddenly woke up from her + listless mood and became as brilliantly gay as she had been unmistakably + melancholy before. As she chatted, she absently pushed to and fro a small + antique urn of bronze on the chimneypiece, and in doing so she more than + once gave Treherne a quick, significant glance, which he answered at last + by a somewhat haughty nod. Then, as if satisfied, she ceased toying with + the ornament and became absorbed in Sir Jasper's gallant badinage. + </p> + <p> + The instant her son approached Mrs. Snowdon, Madame Mère grew anxious, and + leaving Octavia to her friends and lover, she watched Jasper. But her + surveillance availed little, for she could neither see nor hear anything + amiss, yet could not rid herself of the feeling that some mutual + understanding existed between them. When the party broke up for the night, + she lingered till all were gone but her son and nephew. + </p> + <p> + “Well, Madame Ma Mère, what troubles you?” asked Sir Jasper, as she looked + anxiously into his face before bestowing her good-night kiss. + </p> + <p> + “I cannot tell, yet I feel ill at ease. Remember, my son, that you are the + pride of my heart, and any sin or shame of yours would kill me. Good + night, Maurice.” And with a stately bow she swept away. + </p> + <p> + Lounging with both elbows on the low chimneypiece, Sir Jasper smiled at + his mother's fears, and said to his cousin, the instant they were alone, + “She is worried about E.S. Odd, isn't it, what instinctive antipathies + women take to one another?” + </p> + <p> + “Why did you ask E.S. here?” demanded Treherne. + </p> + <p> + “My dear fellow, how could I help it? My mother wanted the general, my + father's friend, and of course his wife must be asked also. I couldn't + tell my mother that the lady had been a most arrant coquette, to put it + mildly, and had married the old man in a pet, because my cousin and I + declined to be ruined by her.” + </p> + <p> + “You <i>could</i> have told her what mischief she makes wherever she goes, + and for Octavia's sake have deferred the general's visit for a time. I + warn you, Jasper, harm will come of it.” + </p> + <p> + “To whom, you or me?” + </p> + <p> + “To both, perhaps, certainly to you. She was disappointed once when she + lost us both by wavering between your title and my supposed fortune. She + is miserable with the old man, and her only hope is in his death, for he + is very feeble. You are free, and doubly attractive now, so beware, or she + will entangle you before you know it.” + </p> + <p> + “Thanks, Mentor. I've no fear, and shall merely amuse myself for a week—they + stay no longer.” And with a careless laugh, Sir Jasper strolled away. + </p> + <p> + “Much mischief may be done in a week, and this is the beginning of it,” + muttered Treherne, as he raised himself to look under the bronze vase for + the note. It was gone! + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0003" id="link2HCH0003"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter III. WHO WAS IT? + </h2> + <p> + Who had taken it? This question tormented Treherne all that sleepless + night. He suspected three persons, for only these had approached the fire + after the note was hidden. He had kept his eye on it, he thought, till the + stir of breaking up. In that moment it must have been removed by the + major, Frank Annon, or my lady; Sir Jasper was out of the question, for he + never touched an ornament in the drawing room since he had awkwardly + demolished a whole <i>étagère</i> of costly trifles, to his mother's and + sister's great grief. The major evidently suspected something, Annon was + jealous, and my lady would be glad of a pretext to remove her daughter + from his reach. Trusting to his skill in reading faces, he waited + impatiently for morning, resolving to say nothing to anyone but Mrs. + Snowdon, and from her merely to inquire what the note contained. + </p> + <p> + Treherne usually was invisible till lunch, often till dinner; therefore, + fearing to excite suspicion by unwonted activity, he did not appear till + noon. The mailbag had just been opened, and everyone was busy over their + letters, but all looked up to exchange a word with the newcomer, and + Octavia impulsively turned to meet him, then checked herself and hid her + suddenly crimsoned face behind a newspaper. Treherne's eye took in + everything, and saw at once in the unusually late arrival of the mail a + pretext for discovering the pilferer of the note. + </p> + <p> + “All have letters but me, yet I expected one last night. Major, have you + got it among yours?” And as he spoke, Treherne fixed his penetrating eyes + full on the person he addressed. + </p> + <p> + With no sign of consciousness, no trace of confusion, the major carefully + turned over his pile, and replied in the most natural manner, “Not a trace + of it; I wish there was, for nothing annoys me more than any delay or + mistake about my letters.” + </p> + <p> + He knows nothing of it, thought Treherne, and turned to Annon, who was + deep in a long epistle from some intimate friend, with a talent for + imparting news, to judge from the reader's interest. + </p> + <p> + “Annon, I appeal to you, for I <i>must</i> discover who has robbed me of + my letter.” + </p> + <p> + “I have but one, read it, if you will, and satisfy yourself” was the brief + reply. + </p> + <p> + “No, thank you. I merely asked in joke; it is doubtless among my lady's. + Jasper's letters and mine often get mixed, and my lady takes care of his + for him. I think you must have it, Aunt.” + </p> + <p> + Lady Treherne looked up impatiently. “My dear Maurice, what a coil about a + letter! We none of us have it, so do not punish us for the sins of your + correspondent or the carelessness of the post.” + </p> + <p> + She was not the thief, for she is always intensely polite when she intends + to thwart me, thought Treherne, and, apologizing for his rudeness in + disturbing them, he rolled himself to his nook in a sunny window and + became apparently absorbed in a new magazine. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Snowdon was opening the general's letters for him, and, having + finished her little task, she roamed away into the library, as if in + search of a book. Presently returning with one, she approached Treherne, + and, putting it into his hand, said, in her musically distinct voice, “Be + so kind as to find for me the passage you spoke of last night. I am + curious to see it.” + </p> + <p> + Instantly comprehending her stratagem, he opened it with apparent + carelessness, secured the tiny note laid among the leaves, and, selecting + a passage at hazard, returned her book and resumed his own. Behind the + cover of it he unfolded and read these words: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + <i>I understand, but do not be anxious; the line I left was merely + this—“I must see you alone, tell me when and where.” No one can + make much of it, and I will discover the thief before dinner. Do + nothing, but watch to whom I speak first on entering, when we meet + in the evening, and beware of that person.</i> +</pre> + <p> + Quietly transferring the note to the fire with the wrapper of the + magazine, he dismissed the matter from his mind and left Mrs. Snowdon to + play detective as she pleased, while he busied himself about his own + affairs. + </p> + <p> + It was a clear, bright December day, and when the young people separated + to prepare for a ride, while the general and the major sunned themselves + on the terrace, Lady Treherne said to her nephew, “I am going for an + airing in the pony carriage. Will you be my escort, Maurice?” + </p> + <p> + “With pleasure,” replied the young man, well knowing what was in store for + him. + </p> + <p> + My lady was unusually taciturn and grave, yet seemed anxious to say + something which she found difficult to utter. Treherne saw this, and ended + an awkward pause by dashing boldly into the subject which occupied both. + </p> + <p> + “I think you want to say something to me about Tavie, Aunt. Am I right?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “Then let me spare you the pain of beginning, and prove my sincerity by + openly stating the truth, as far as I am concerned. I love her very + dearly, but I am not mad enough to dream of telling her so. I know that it + is impossible, and I relinquish my hopes. Trust me. I will keep silent and + see her marry Annon without a word of complaint, if you will it. I see by + her altered manner that you have spoken to her, and that my little friend + and nurse is to be mine no longer. Perhaps you are wise, but if you do + this on my account, it is in vain—the mischief is done, and while I + live I shall love my cousin. If you do it to spare her, I am dumb, and + will go away rather than cause her a care or pain.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you really mean this, Maurice?” And Lady Treherne looked at him with a + changed and softened face. + </p> + <p> + Turning upon her, Treherne showed her a countenance full of suffering and + sincerity, of resignation and resolve, as he said earnestly, “I do mean + it; prove me in any way you please. I am not a bad fellow, Aunt, and I + desire to be better. Since my misfortune I've had time to test many + things, myself among others, and in spite of many faults, I do cherish the + wish to keep my soul honest and true, even though my body be a wreck. It + is easy to say these things, but in spite of temptation, I think I can + stand firm, if you trust me.” + </p> + <p> + “My dear boy, I do trust you, and thank you gratefully for this frankness. + I never forget that I owe Jasper's life to you, and never expect to repay + that debt. Remember this when I seem cold or unkind, and remember also + that I say now, had you been spared this affliction, I would gladly have + given you my girl. But—” + </p> + <p> + “But, Aunt, hear one thing,” broke in Treherne. “They tell me that any + sudden and violent shock of surprise, joy, or sorrow may do for me what + they hope time will achieve. I said nothing of this, for it is but a + chance; yet, while there is any hope, need I utterly renounce Octavia?” + </p> + <p> + “It is hard to refuse, and yet I cannot think it wise to build upon a + chance so slight. Once let her have you, and both are made unhappy, if the + hope fail. No, Maurice, it is better to be generous, and leave her free to + make her own happiness elsewhere. Annon loves her, she is heart-whole, and + will soon learn to love him, if you are silent. My poor boy, it seems + cruel, but I must say it.” + </p> + <p> + “Shall I go away, Aunt?” was all his answer, very firmly uttered, though + his lips were white. + </p> + <p> + “Not yet, only leave them to themselves, and hide your trouble if you can. + Yet, if you prefer, you shall go to town, and Benson shall see that you + are comfortable. Your health will be a reason, and I will come, or write + often, if you are homesick. It shall depend on you, for I want to be just + and kind in this hard case. You shall decide.” + </p> + <p> + “Then I will stay. I can hide my love; and to see them together will soon + cease to wound me, if Octavia is happy.” + </p> + <p> + “So let it rest then, for a time. You shall miss your companion as little + as possible, for I will try to fill her place. Forgive me, Maurice, and + pity a mother's solicitude, for these two are the last of many children, + and I am a widow now.” + </p> + <p> + Lady Treherne's voice faltered, and if any selfish hope or plan lingered + in her nephew's mind, that appeal banished it and touched his better + nature. Pressing her hand he said gently, “Dear Aunt, do not lament over + me. I am one set apart for afflictions, yet I will not be conquered by + them. Let us forget my youth and be friendly counselors together for the + good of the two whom we both love. I must say a word about Jasper, and you + will not press me to explain more than I can without breaking my promise.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, thank you! It is regarding that woman, I know. Tell me all you + can; I will not be importunate, but I disliked her the instant I saw her, + beautiful and charming as she seems.” + </p> + <p> + “When my cousin and I were in Paris, just before my illness, we met her. + She was with her father then, a gay old man who led a life of pleasure, + and was no fit guardian for a lovely daughter. She knew our story and, + having fascinated both, paused to decide which she would accept: Jasper, + for his title, or me, for my fortune. This was before my uncle changed his + will, and I believed myself his heir; but, before she made her choice, + something (don't ask me what, if you please) occurred to send us from + Paris. On our return voyage we were wrecked, and then came my illness, + disinheritance, and helplessness. Edith Dubarry heard the story, but rumor + reported it falsely, and she believed both of us had lost the fortune. Her + father died penniless, and in a moment of despair she married the general, + whose wealth surrounds her with the luxury she loves, and whose failing + health will soon restore her liberty—” + </p> + <p> + “And then, Maurice?” interrupted my lady. + </p> + <p> + “She hopes to win Jasper, I think.” + </p> + <p> + “Never! We must prevent that at all costs. I had rather see him dead + before me, than the husband of such a woman. Why is she permitted to visit + homes like mine? I should have been told this sooner,” exclaimed my lady + angrily. + </p> + <p> + “I should have told you had I known it, and I reproved Jasper for his + neglect. Do not be needlessly troubled, Aunt. There is no blemish on Mrs. + Snowdon's name, and, as the wife of a brave and honorable man, she is + received without question; for beauty, grace, or tact like hers can make + their way anywhere. She stays but a week, and I will devote myself to her; + this will save Jasper, and, if necessary, convince Tavie of my + indifference—” Then he paused to stifle a sigh. + </p> + <p> + “But yourself, have you no fears for your own peace, Maurice? You must not + sacrifice happiness or honor, for me or mine.” + </p> + <p> + “I am safe; I love my cousin, and that is my shield. Whatever happens + remember that I tried to serve you, and sincerely endeavored to forget + myself.” + </p> + <p> + “God bless you, my son! Let me call you so, and feel that, though I deny + you my daughter, I give you heartily a mother's care and affection.” + </p> + <p> + Lady Treherne was as generous as she was proud, and her nephew had + conquered her by confidence and submission. He acted no part, yet, even in + relinquishing all, he cherished a hope that he might yet win the heart he + coveted. Silently they parted, but from that hour a new and closer bond + existed between the two, and exerted an unsuspected influence over the + whole household. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <p> + Maurice waited with some impatience for Mrs. Snowdon's entrance, not only + because of his curiosity to see if she had discovered the thief, but + because of the part he had taken upon himself to play. He was equal to it, + and felt a certain pleasure in it for a threefold reason. It would serve + his aunt and cousin, would divert his mind from its own cares, and, + perhaps by making Octavia jealous, waken love; for, though he had chosen + the right, he was but a man, and moreover a lover. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Snowdon was late. She always was, for her toilet was elaborate, and + she liked to enjoy its effects upon others. The moment she entered + Treherne's eye was on her, and to his intense surprise and annoyance she + addressed Octavia, saying blandly, “My dear Miss Treherne, I've been + admiring your peacocks. Pray let me see you feed them tomorrow. Miss + Talbot says it is a charming sight.” + </p> + <p> + “If you are on the terrace just after lunch, you will find them there, and + may feed them yourself, if you like” was the cool, civil reply. + </p> + <p> + “She looks like a peacock herself in that splendid green and gold dress, + doesn't she?” whispered Rose to Sir Jasper, with a wicked laugh. + </p> + <p> + “Faith, so she does. I wish Tavie's birds had voices like Mrs. Snowdon's; + their squalling annoys me intensely.” + </p> + <p> + “I rather like it, for it is honest, and no malice or mischief is hidden + behind it. I always distrust those smooth, sweet voices; they are + insincere. I like a full, clear tone; sharp, if you please, but decided + and true.” + </p> + <p> + “Well said, Octavia. I agree with you, and your own is a perfect sample of + the kind you describe.” And Treherne smiled as he rolled by to join Mrs. + Snowdon, who evidently waited for him, while Octavia turned to her brother + to defend her pets. + </p> + <p> + “Are you sure? How did you discover?” said Maurice, affecting to admire + the lady's bouquet, as he paused beside her. + </p> + <p> + “I suspected it the moment I saw her this morning. She is no actress; and + dislike, distrust, and contempt were visible in her face when we met. Till + you so cleverly told me my note was lost, I fancied she was disturbed + about her brother—or you.” + </p> + <p> + A sudden pause and a keen glance followed the last softly uttered word, + but Treherne met it with an inscrutable smile and a quiet “Well, what + next?” + </p> + <p> + “The moment I learned that you did not get the note I was sure she had it, + and, knowing that she must have seen me put it there, in spite of her + apparent innocence, I quietly asked her for it. This surprised her, this + robbed the affair of any mystery, and I finished her perplexity by sending + it to the major the moment she returned it to me, as if it had been + intended for him. She begged pardon, said her brother was thoughtless, and + she watched over him lest he should get into mischief; professed to think + I meant the line for him, and behaved like a charming simpleton, as she + is.” + </p> + <p> + “Quite a tumult about nothing. Poor little Tavie! You doubtlessly + frightened her so that we may safely correspond hereafter.” + </p> + <p> + “You may give me an answer, now and here.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well, meet me on the terrace tomorrow morning; the peacocks will + make the meeting natural enough. I usually loiter away an hour or two + there, in the sunny part of the day.” + </p> + <p> + “But the girl?” + </p> + <p> + “I'll send her away.” + </p> + <p> + “You speak as if it would be an easy thing to do.” + </p> + <p> + “It will, both easy and pleasant.” + </p> + <p> + “Now you are mysterious or uncomplimentary. You either care nothing for a + tête-à-tête with her, or you will gladly send her out of my way. Which is + it?” + </p> + <p> + “You shall decide. Can I have this?” + </p> + <p> + She looked at him as he touched a rose with a warning glance, for the + flower was both an emblem of love and of silence. Did he mean to hint that + he recalled the past, or to warn her that someone was near? She leaned + from the shadow of the curtain where she sat, and caught a glimpse of a + shadow gliding away. + </p> + <p> + “Who was it?” she asked, below her breath. + </p> + <p> + “A Rose,” he answered, laughing. Then, as if the danger was over, he said, + “How will you account to the major for the message you sent him?” + </p> + <p> + “Easily, by fabricating some interesting perplexity in which I want sage + counsel. He will be flattered, and by seeming to take him into my + confidence, I can hoodwink the excellent man to my heart's content, for he + annoys me by his odd way of mounting guard over me at all times. Now take + me in to dinner, and be your former delightful self.” + </p> + <p> + “That is impossible,” he said, yet proved that it was not. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0004" id="link2HCH0004"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter IV. FEEDING THE PEACOCKS + </h2> + <p> + It was indeed a charming sight, the twelve stately birds perched on the + broad stone balustrade, or prancing slowly along the terrace, with the sun + gleaming on their green and golden necks and the glories of their gorgeous + plumes, widespread, or sweeping like rich trains behind them. In pretty + contrast to the splendid creatures was their young mistress, in her simple + morning dress and fur-trimmed hood and mantle, as she stood feeding the + tame pets from her hand, calling their fanciful names, laughing at their + pranks, and heartily enjoying the winter sunshine, the fresh wind, and the + girlish pastime. As Treherne slowly approached, he watched her with + lover's eyes, and found her very sweet and blithe, and dearer in his sight + than ever. She had shunned him carefully all the day before, had parted at + night with a hasty handshake, and had not come as usual to bid him + good-morning in the library. He had taken no notice of the change as yet, + but now, remembering his promise to his aunt, he resolved to let the girl + know that he fully understood the relation which henceforth was to exist + between them. + </p> + <p> + “Good-morning, cousin. Shall I drive you away, if I take a turn or two + here?” he said, in a cheerful tone, but with a half-reproachful glance. + </p> + <p> + She looked at him an instant, then went to him with extended hand and + cheeks rosier than before, while her frank eyes filled, and her voice had + a traitorous tremor in it, as she said, impetuously: “I <i>will</i> be + myself for a moment, in spite of everything. Maurice, don't think me + unkind, don't reproach me, or ask my leave to come where I am. There is a + reason for the change you see in me; it's not caprice, it is obedience.” + </p> + <p> + “My dear girl, I know it. I meant to speak of it, and show you that I + understand. Annon is a good fellow, as worthy of you as any man can be, + and I wish you all the happiness you deserve.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you?” And her eyes searched his face keenly. + </p> + <p> + “Yes; do you doubt it?” And so well did he conceal his love, that neither + face, voice, nor manner betrayed a hint of it. + </p> + <p> + Her eyes fell, a cloud passed over her clear countenance, and she withdrew + her hand, as if to caress the hungry bird that gently pecked at the basket + she held. As if to change the conversation, she said playfully, “Poor + Argus, you have lost your fine feathers, and so all desert you, except + kind little Juno, who never forgets her friends. There, take it all, and + share between you.” + </p> + <p> + Treherne smiled, and said quickly, “I am a human Argus, and you have been + a kind little Juno to me since I lost my plumes. Continue to be so, and + you will find me a very faithful friend.” + </p> + <p> + “I will.” And as she answered, her old smile came back and her eyes met + his again. + </p> + <p> + “Thanks! Now we shall get on happily. I don't ask or expect the old life—that + is impossible. I knew that when lovers came, the friend would fall into + the background; and I am content to be second, where I have so long been + first. Do not think you neglect me; be happy with your lover, dear, and + when you have no pleasanter amusement, come and see old Maurice.” + </p> + <p> + She turned her head away, that he might not see the angry color in her + cheeks, the trouble in her eyes, and when she spoke, it was to say + petulantly, “I wish Jasper and Mamma would leave me in peace. I hate + lovers and want none. If Frank teases, I'll go into a convent and so be + rid of him.” + </p> + <p> + Maurice laughed, and turned her face toward himself, saying, in his + persuasive voice, “Give him a trial first, to please your mother. It can + do no harm and may amuse you. Frank is already lost, and, as you are + heart-whole, why not see what you can do for him? I shall have a new + study, then, and not miss you so much.” + </p> + <p> + “You are very kind; I'll do my best. I wish Mrs. Snowdon would come, if + she is coming; I've an engagement at two, and Frank will look tragical if + I'm not ready. He is teaching me billiards, and I really like the game, + though I never thought I should.” + </p> + <p> + “That looks well. I hope you'll learn a double lesson, and Annon find a + docile pupil in both.” + </p> + <p> + “You are very pale this morning; are you in pain, Maurice?” suddenly asked + Octavia, dropping the tone of assumed ease and gaiety under which she had + tried to hide her trouble. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, but it will soon pass. Mrs. Snowdon is coming. I saw her at the hall + door a moment ago. I will show her the peacocks, if you want to go. She + won't mind the change, I dare say, as you don't like her, and I do.” + </p> + <p> + “No, I am sure of that. It was an arrangement, perhaps? I understand. I + will not play Mademoiselle De Trop.” + </p> + <p> + Sudden fire shone in the girl's eyes, sudden contempt curled her lip, and + a glance full of meaning went from her cousin to the door, where Mrs. + Snowdon appeared, waiting for her maid to bring her some additional + wrappings. + </p> + <p> + “You allude to the note you stole. How came you to play that prank, + Tavie?” asked Treherne tranquilly. + </p> + <p> + “I saw her put it under the urn. I thought it was for Jasper, and I took + it,” she said boldly. + </p> + <p> + “Why for Jasper?” + </p> + <p> + “I remembered his speaking of meeting her long ago, and describing her + beauty enthusiastically—and so did you.” + </p> + <p> + “You have a good memory.” + </p> + <p> + “I have for everything concerning those I love. I observed her manner of + meeting my brother, his devotion to her, and, when they stood laughing + together before the fire, I felt sure that she wished to charm him again.” + </p> + <p> + “Again? Then she did charm him once?” asked Treherne, anxious to know how + much Jasper had told his sister. + </p> + <p> + “He always denied it, and declared that you were the favorite.” + </p> + <p> + “Then why not think the note for me?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “I do now” was the sharp answer. + </p> + <p> + “But she told you it was for the major, and sent it.” + </p> + <p> + “She deceived me; I am not surprised. I am glad Jasper is safe, and I wish + you a pleasant tête-à-tête.” + </p> + <p> + Bowing with unwonted dignity, Octavia set down her basket, and walked away + in one direction as Mrs. Snowdon approached in another. + </p> + <p> + “I have done it now,” sighed Treherne, turning from the girlish figure to + watch the stately creature who came sweeping toward him with noiseless + grace. + </p> + <p> + Brilliancy and splendor became Mrs. Snowdon; she enjoyed luxury, and her + beauty made many things becoming which in a plainer woman would have been + out of taste, and absurd. She had wrapped herself in a genuine Eastern + burnous of scarlet, blue, and gold; the hood drawn over her head framed + her fine face in rich hues, and the great gilt tassels shone against her + rippling black hair. She wore it with grace, and the barbaric splendor of + the garment became her well. The fresh air touched her cheeks with a + delicate color; her usually gloomy eyes were brilliant now, and the smile + that parted her lips was full of happiness. + </p> + <p> + “Welcome, Cleopatra!” cried Treherne, with difficulty repressing a laugh, + as the peacocks screamed and fled before the rustling amplitude of her + drapery. + </p> + <p> + “I might reply by calling you Thaddeus of Warsaw, for you look very + romantic and Polish with your pale, pensive face, and your splendid furs,” + she answered, as she paused beside him with admiration very visibly + expressed in her eyes. + </p> + <p> + Treherne disliked the look, and rather abruptly said, as he offered her + the basket of bread, “I have disposed of my cousin, and offered to do the + honors of the peacocks. Here they are—will you feed them?” + </p> + <p> + “No, thank you—I care nothing for the fowls, as you know; I came to + speak to you,” she said impatiently. + </p> + <p> + “I am at your service.” + </p> + <p> + “I wish to ask you a question or two—is it permitted?” + </p> + <p> + “What man ever refused Mrs. Snowdon a request?” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, no compliments; from you they are only satirical evasions. I was + deceived when abroad, and rashly married that old man. Tell me truly how + things stand.” + </p> + <p> + “Jasper has all. I have nothing.” + </p> + <p> + “I am glad of it.” + </p> + <p> + “Many thanks for the hearty speech. You at least speak sincerely,” he said + bitterly. + </p> + <p> + “I do, Maurice—I do; let me prove it.” + </p> + <p> + Treherne's chair was close beside the balustrade. Mrs. Snowdon leaned on + the carved railing, with her back to the house and her face screened by a + tall urn. Looking steadily at him, she said rapidly and low, “You thought + I wavered between you and Jasper, when we parted two years ago. I did; but + it was not between title and fortune that I hesitated. It was between duty + and love. My father, a fond, foolish old man, had set his heart on seeing + me a lady. I was his all; my beauty was his delight, and no untitled man + was deemed worthy of me. I loved him tenderly. You may doubt this, knowing + how selfish, reckless, and vain I am, but I have a heart, and with better + training had been a better woman. No matter, it is too late now. Next my + father, I loved you. Nay, hear me—I <i>will</i> clear myself in your + eyes. I mean no wrong to the general. He is kind, indulgent, generous; I + respect him—I am grateful, and while he lives, I shall be true to + him.” + </p> + <p> + “Then be silent now. Do not recall the past, Edith; let it sleep, for both + our sakes,” began Treherne; but she checked him imperiously. + </p> + <p> + “It shall, when I am done. I loved you, Maurice; for, of all the gay, + idle, pleasure-seeking men I saw about me, you were the only one who + seemed to have a thought beyond the folly of the hour. Under the seeming + frivolity of your life lay something noble, heroic, and true. I felt that + you had a purpose, that your present mood was but transitory—a young + man's holiday, before the real work of his life began. This attracted, + this won me; for even in the brief regard you then gave me, there was an + earnestness no other man had shown. I wanted your respect; I longed to + earn your love, to share your life, and prove that even in my neglected + nature slept the power of canceling a frivolous past by a noble future. + Oh, Maurice, had you lingered one week more, I never should have been the + miserable thing I am!” + </p> + <p> + There her voice faltered and failed, for all the bitterness of lost love, + peace, and happiness sounded in the pathetic passion of that exclamation. + She did not weep, for tears seldom dimmed those tragical eyes of hers; but + she wrung her hands in mute despair, and looked down into the + frost-blighted gardens below, as if she saw there a true symbol of her own + ruined life. Treherne uttered not a word, but set his teeth with an almost + fierce glance toward the distant figure of Sir Jasper, who was riding + gaily away, like one unburdened by a memory or a care. + </p> + <p> + Hurriedly Mrs. Snowdon went on, “My father begged and commanded me to + choose your cousin. I could not break his heart, and asked for time, + hoping to soften him. While I waited, that mysterious affair hurried you + from Paris, and then came the wreck, the illness, and the rumor that old + Sir Jasper had disinherited both nephews. They told me you were dying, and + I became a passive instrument in my father's hands. I promised to recall + and accept your cousin, but the old man died before it was done, and then + I cared not what became of me. + </p> + <p> + “General Snowdon was my father's friend; he pitied me; he saw my desolate, + destitute state, my despair and helplessness. He comforted, sustained, and + saved me. I was grateful; and when he offered me his heart and home, I + accepted them. He knew I had no love to give; but as a friend, a daughter, + I would gladly serve him, and make his declining years as happy as I + could. It was all over, when I heard that you were alive, afflicted, and + poor. I longed to come and live for you. My new bonds became heavy fetters + then, my wealth oppressed me, and I was doubly wretched—for I dared + not tell my trouble, and it nearly drove me mad. I have seen you now; I + know that you are happy; I read your cousin's love and see a peaceful life + in store for you. This must content me, and I must learn to bear it as I + can.” + </p> + <p> + She paused, breathless and pale, and walked rapidly along the terrace, as + if to hide or control the agitation that possessed her. + </p> + <p> + Treherne still sat silent, but his heart leaped within him, as he thought, + “She sees that Octavia loves me! A woman's eye is quick to detect love in + another, and she asserts what I begin to hope. My cousin's manner just + now, her dislike of Annon, her new shyness with me; it may be true, and if + it is—Heaven help me—what am I saying! I must not hope, nor + wish, nor dream; I must renounce and forget.” + </p> + <p> + He leaned his head upon his hand, and sat so still Mrs. Snowdon rejoined + him, pale, but calm and self-possessed. As she drew near, she marked his + attitude, the bitter sadness of his face, and hope sprang up within her. + Perhaps she was mistaken; perhaps he did not love his cousin; perhaps he + still remembered the past, and still regretted the loss of the heart she + had just laid bare before him. Her husband was failing, and might die any + day. And then, free, rich, beautiful, and young, what might she not become + to Treherne, helpless, poor, and ambitious? With all her faults, she was + generous, and this picture charmed her fancy, warmed her heart, and + comforted her pain. + </p> + <p> + “Maurice,” she said softly, pausing again beside him, “if I mistake you + and your hopes, it is because I dare ask nothing for myself; but if ever a + time shall come when I have liberty to give or help, ask of me <i>anything</i>, + and it is gladly yours.” + </p> + <p> + He understood her, pitied her, and, seeing that she found consolation in a + distant hope, he let her enjoy it while she might. Gravely, yet + gratefully, he spoke, and pressed the hand extended to him with an + impulsive gesture. + </p> + <p> + “Generous as ever, Edith, and impetuously frank. Thank you for your + sincerity, your kindness, and the affection you once gave me. I say + 'once,' for now duty, truth, and honor bar us from each other. My life + must be solitary, yet I shall find work to do, and learn to be content. + You owe all devotion to the good old man who loves you, and will not fail + him, I am sure. Leave the future and the past, but let us make the present + what it may be—a time to forgive and forget, to take heart and begin + anew. Christmas is a fitting time for such resolves, and the birth of + friendship such as ours may be.” + </p> + <p> + Something in his tone and manner struck her, and, eyeing him with soft + wonder, she exclaimed, “How changed you are!” + </p> + <p> + “Need you tell me that?” And he glanced at his helpless limbs with a + bitter yet pathetic look of patience. + </p> + <p> + “No, no—not so! I mean in mind, not body. Once you were gay and + careless, eager and fiery, like Jasper; now you are grave and quiet, or + cheerful, and so very kind. Yet, in spite of illness and loss, you seem + twice the man you were, and something wins respect, as well as admiration—and + love.” + </p> + <p> + Her dark eyes filled as the last word left her lips, and the beauty of a + touched heart shone in her face. Maurice looked up quickly, asking with + sudden earnestness, “Do you see it? Then it is true. Yes, I <i>am</i> + changed, thank God! And she has done it.” + </p> + <p> + “Who?” demanded his companion jealously. + </p> + <p> + “Octavia. Unconsciously, yet surely, she has done much for me, and this + year of seeming loss and misery has been the happiest, most profitable of + my life. I have often heard that afflictions were the best teachers, and I + believe it now.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Snowdon shook her head sadly. + </p> + <p> + “Not always; they are tormentors to some. But don't preach, Maurice. I am + still a sinner, though you incline to sainthood, and I have one question + more to ask. What was it that took you and Jasper so suddenly away from + Paris?” + </p> + <p> + “That I can never tell you.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall discover it for myself, then.” + </p> + <p> + “It is impossible.” + </p> + <p> + “Nothing is impossible to a determined woman.” + </p> + <p> + “You can neither wring, surprise, nor bribe this secret from the two + persons who hold it. I beg of you to let it rest,” said Treherne + earnestly. + </p> + <p> + “I have a clue, and I shall follow it; for I am convinced that something + is wrong, and you are—” + </p> + <p> + “Dear Mrs. Snowdon, are you so charmed with the birds that you forget your + fellow-beings, or so charmed with one fellow-being that you forget the + birds?” + </p> + <p> + As the sudden question startled both, Rose Talbot came along the terrace, + with hands full of holly and a face full of merry mischief, adding as she + vanished, “I shall tell Tavie that feeding the peacocks is such congenial + amusement for lovers, she and Mr. Annon had better try it.” + </p> + <p> + “Saucy gypsy!” muttered Treherne. + </p> + <p> + But Mrs. Snowdon said, with a smile of double meaning, “Many a true word + is spoken in jest.” + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0005" id="link2HCH0005"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter V. UNDER THE MISTLETOE + </h2> + <p> + Unusually gay and charming the three young friends looked, dressed alike + in fleecy white with holly wreaths in their hair, as they slowly descended + the wide oaken stairway arm in arm. A footman was lighting the hall lamps, + for the winter dusk gathered early, and the girls were merrily chatting + about the evening's festivity when suddenly a loud, long shriek echoed + through the hall. A heavy glass shade fell from the man's hand with a + crash, and the young ladies clung to one another aghast, for mortal terror + was in the cry, and a dead silence followed it. + </p> + <p> + “What was it, John?” demanded Octavia, very pale, but steady in a moment. + </p> + <p> + “I'll go and see, miss.” And the man hurried away. + </p> + <p> + “Where did the dreadful scream come from?” asked Rose, collecting her wits + as rapidly as possible. + </p> + <p> + “Above us somewhere. Oh, let us go down among people; I am frightened to + death,” whispered Blanche, trembling and faint. + </p> + <p> + Hurrying into the parlor, they found only Annon and the major, both + looking startled, and both staring out of the windows. + </p> + <p> + “Did you hear it? What could it be? Don't go and leave us!” cried the + girls in a breath, as they rushed in. + </p> + <p> + The gentlemen had heard, couldn't explain the cry, and were quite ready to + protect the pretty creatures who clustered about them like frightened + fawns. John speedily appeared, looking rather wild, and as eager to tell + his tale as they to listen. + </p> + <p> + “It's Patty, one of the maids, miss, in a fit. She went up to the north + gallery to see that the fires was right, for it takes a power of wood to + warm the gallery even enough for dancing, as you know, miss. Well, it was + dark, for the fires was low and her candle went out as she whisked open + the door, being flurried, as the maids always is when they go in there. + Halfway down the gallery she says she heard a rustling, and stopped. She's + the pluckiest of 'em all, and she called out, 'I see you!' thinking it was + some of us trying to fright her. Nothing answered, and she went on a bit, + when suddenly the fire flared up one flash, and there right before her was + the ghost.” + </p> + <p> + “Don't be foolish, John. Tell us what it was,” said Octavia sharply, + though her face whitened and her heart sank as the last word passed the + man's lips. + </p> + <p> + “It was a tall, black figger, miss, with a dead-white face and a black + hood. She see it plain, and turned to go away, but she hadn't gone a dozen + steps when there it was again before her, the same tall, dark thing with + the dead-white face looking out from the black hood. It lifted its arm as + if to hold her, but she gave a spring and dreadful screech, and ran to + Mrs. Benson's room, where she dropped in a fit.” + </p> + <p> + “How absurd to be frightened by the shadows of the figures in armor that + stand along the gallery!” said Rose, boldly enough, though she would have + declined entering the gallery without a light. + </p> + <p> + “Nay, I don't wonder, it's a ghostly place at night. How is the poor + thing?” asked Blanche, still hanging on the major's arm in her best + attitude. + </p> + <p> + “If Mamma knows nothing of it, tell Mrs. Benson to keep it from her, + please. She is not well, and such things annoy her very much,” said + Octavia, adding as the man turned away, “Did anyone look in the gallery + after Patty told her tale?” + </p> + <p> + “No, miss. I'll go and do it myself; I'm not afraid of man, ghost, or + devil, saving your presence, ladies,” replied John. + </p> + <p> + “Where is Sir Jasper?” suddenly asked the major. + </p> + <p> + “Here I am. What a deuce of a noise someone has been making. It disturbed + a capital dream. Why, Tavie, what is it?” And Sir Jasper came out of the + library with a sleepy face and tumbled hair. + </p> + <p> + They told him the story, whereat he laughed heartily, and said the maids + were a foolish set to be scared by a shadow. While he still laughed and + joked, Mrs. Snowdon entered, looking alarmed, and anxious to know the + cause of the confusion. + </p> + <p> + “How interesting! I never knew you kept a ghost. Tell me all about it, Sir + Jasper, and soothe our nerves by satisfying our curiosity,” she said in + her half-persuasive, half-commanding way, as she seated herself on Lady + Treherne's sacred sofa. + </p> + <p> + “There's not much to tell, except that this place used to be an abbey, in + fact as well as in name. An ancestor founded it, and for years the monks + led a jolly life here, as one may see, for the cellar is twice as large as + the chapel, and much better preserved. But another ancestor, a gay and + gallant baron, took a fancy to the site for his castle, and, in spite of + prayers, anathemas, and excommunication, he turned the poor fellows out, + pulled down the abbey, and built this fine old place. Abbot Boniface, as + he left his abbey, uttered a heavy curse on all who should live here, and + vowed to haunt us till the last Treherne vanished from the face of the + earth. With this amiable threat the old party left Baron Roland to his + doom, and died as soon as he could in order to begin his cheerful + mission.” + </p> + <p> + “Did he haunt the place?” asked Blanche eagerly. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, most faithfully from that time to this. Some say many of the monks + still glide about the older parts of the abbey, for Roland spared the + chapel and the north gallery which joined it to the modern building. Poor + fellows, they are welcome, and once a year they shall have a chance to + warm their ghostly selves by the great fires always kindled at Christmas + in the gallery.” + </p> + <p> + “Mrs. Benson once told me that when the ghost walked, it was a sure sign + of a coming death in the family. Is that true?” asked Rose, whose + curiosity was excited by the expression of Octavia's face, and a certain + uneasiness in Sir Jasper's manner in spite of his merry mood. + </p> + <p> + “There is a stupid superstition of that sort in the family, but no one + except the servants believes it, of course. In times of illness some silly + maid or croaking old woman can easily fancy they see a phantom, and, if + death comes, they are sure of the ghostly warning. Benson saw it before my + father died, and old Roger, the night my uncle was seized with apoplexy. + Patty will never be made to believe that this warning does not forebode + the death of Maurice or myself, for the gallant spirit leaves the ladies + of our house to depart in peace. How does it strike you, Cousin?” + </p> + <p> + Turning as he spoke, Sir Jasper glanced at Treherne, who had entered while + he spoke. + </p> + <p> + “I am quite skeptical and indifferent to the whole affair, but I agree + with Octavia that it is best to say nothing to my aunt if she is ignorant + of the matter. Her rooms are a long way off, and perhaps she did not hear + the confusion.” + </p> + <p> + “You seem to hear everything; you were not with us when I said that.” And + Octavia looked up with an air of surprise. + </p> + <p> + Smiling significantly, Treherne answered, “I hear, see, and understand + many things that escape others. Jasper, allow me to advise you to smooth + the hair which your sleep has disarranged. Mrs. Snowdon, permit me. This + rich velvet catches the least speck.” And with his handkerchief he + delicately brushed away several streaks of white dust which clung to the + lady's skirt. + </p> + <p> + Sir Jasper turned hastily on his heel and went to remake his toilet; Mrs. + Snowdon bit her lip, but thanked Treherne sweetly and begged him to fasten + her glove. As he did so, she said softly, “Be more careful next time. + Octavia has keen eyes, and the major may prove inconvenient.” + </p> + <p> + “I have no fear that <i>you</i> will,” he whispered back, with a malicious + glance. + </p> + <p> + Here the entrance of my lady put an end to the ghostly episode, for it was + evident that she knew nothing of it. Octavia slipped away to question + John, and learn that no sign of a phantom was to be seen. Treherne devoted + himself to Mrs. Snowdon, and the major entertained my lady, while Sir + Jasper and the girls chatted apart. + </p> + <p> + It was Christmas Eve, and a dance in the great gallery was the yearly + festival at the abbey. All had been eager for it, but the maid's story + seemed to have lessened their enthusiasm, though no one would own it. This + annoyed Sir Jasper, and he exerted himself to clear the atmosphere by + affecting gaiety he did not feel. The moment the gentlemen came in after + dinner he whispered to his mother, who rose, asked the general for his + arm, and led the way to the north gallery, whence the sound of music now + proceeded. The rest followed in a merry procession, even Treherne, for two + footmen carried him up the great stairway, chair and all. + </p> + <p> + Nothing could look less ghostly now than the haunted gallery. Fires roared + up a wide chimney at either end, long rows of figures clad in armor stood + on each side, one mailed hand grasping a lance, the other bearing a + lighted candle, a device of Sir Jasper's. Narrow windows pierced in the + thick walls let in gleams of wintry moonlight; ivy, holly, and evergreen + glistened in the ruddy glow of mingled firelight and candle shine. From + the arched stone roof hung tattered banners, and in the midst depended a + great bunch of mistletoe. Red-cushioned seats stood in recessed window + nooks, and from behind a high-covered screen of oak sounded the blithe air + of Sir Roger de Coverley. + </p> + <p> + With the utmost gravity and stateliness my lady and the general led off + the dance, for, according to the good old fashion, the men and maids in + their best array joined the gentlefolk and danced with their betters in a + high state of pride and bashfulness. Sir Jasper twirled the old + housekeeper till her head spun around and around and her decorous skirts + rustled stormily; Mrs. Snowdon captivated the gray-haired butler by her + condescension; and John was made a proud man by the hand of his young + mistress. The major came out strong among the pretty maids, and Rose + danced the footmen out of breath long before the music paused. + </p> + <p> + The merriment increased from that moment, and when the general surprised + my lady by gallantly saluting her as she unconsciously stood under the + mistletoe, the applause was immense. Everyone followed the old gentleman's + example as fast as opportunities occurred, and the young ladies soon had + as fine a color as the housemaids. More dancing, games, songs, and all + manner of festival devices filled the evening, yet under cover of the + gaiety more than one little scene was enacted that night, and in an hour + of seeming frivolity the current of several lives was changed. + </p> + <p> + By a skillful maneuver Annon led Octavia to an isolated recess, as if to + rest after a brisk game, and, taking advantage of the auspicious hour, + pleaded his suit. She heard him patiently and, when he paused, said + slowly, yet decidedly, and with no sign of maiden hesitation, “Thanks for + the honor you do me, but I cannot accept it, for I do not love you. I + think I never can.” + </p> + <p> + “Have you tried?” he asked eagerly. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, indeed I have. I like you as a friend, but no more. I know Mamma + desires it, that Jasper hopes for it, and I try to please them, but love + will not be forced, so what can I do?” And she smiled in spite of herself + at her own blunt simplicity. + </p> + <p> + “No, but it can be cherished, strengthened, and in time won, with patience + and devotion. Let me try, Octavia; it is but fair, unless you have already + learned from another the lesson I hope to teach. Is it so?” + </p> + <p> + “No, I think not. I do not understand myself as yet, I am so young, and + this so sudden. Give me time, Frank.” + </p> + <p> + She blushed and fluttered now, looked half angry, half beseeching, and + altogether lovely. + </p> + <p> + “How much time shall I give? It cannot take long to read a heart like + yours, dear.” And fancying her emotion a propitious omen, he assumed the + lover in good earnest. + </p> + <p> + “Give me time till the New Year. I will answer then, and, meantime, leave + me free to study both myself and you. We have known each other long, I + own, but, still, this changes everything, and makes you seem another + person. Be patient, Frank, and I will try to make my duty a pleasure.” + </p> + <p> + “I will. God bless you for the kind hope, Octavia. It has been mine for + years, and if I lose it, it will go hardly with me.” + </p> + <p> + Later in the evening General Snowdon stood examining the antique screen. + In many places carved oak was pierced quite through, so that voices were + audible from behind it. The musicians had gone down to supper, the young + folk were quietly busy at the other end of the hall, and as the old + gentleman admired the quaint carving, the sound of his own name caught his + ear. The housekeeper and butler still remained, though the other servants + had gone, and sitting cosily behind the screen chatted in low tones + believing themselves secure. + </p> + <p> + “It <i>was</i> Mrs. Snowdon, Adam, as I'm a living woman, though I + wouldn't say it to anyone but you. She and Sir Jasper were here wrapped in + cloaks, and up to mischief, I'll be bound. She is a beauty, but I don't + envy her, and there'll be trouble in the house if she stays long.” + </p> + <p> + “But how do you know, Mrs. Benson, she was here? Where's your proof, mum?” + asked the pompous butler. + </p> + <p> + “Look at this, and then look at the outlandish trimming of the lady's + dress. You men are so dull about such matters you'd never observe these + little points. Well, I was here first after Patty, and my light shone on + this jet ornament lying near where she saw the spirit. No one has any such + tasty trifles but Mrs. Snowdon, and these are all over her gown. If that + ain't proof, what is?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, admitting it, I then say what on earth should she and Master be up + here for, at such a time?” asked the slow-witted butler. + </p> + <p> + “Adam, we are old servants of the family, and to you I'll say what + tortures shouldn't draw from to another. Master has been wild, as you + know, and it's my belief that he loved this lady abroad. There was a talk + of some mystery, or misdeed, or misfortune, more than a year ago, and she + was in it. I'm loath to say it, but I think Master loves her still, and + she him. The general is an old man, she is but young, and so spirited and + winsome she can't in reason care for him as for a fine, gallant gentleman + like Sir Jasper. There's trouble brewing, Adam, mark my words. There's + trouble brewing for the Trehernes.” + </p> + <p> + So low had the voices fallen that the listener could not have caught the + words had not his ear been strained to the utmost. He did hear all, and + his wasted face flashed with the wrath of a young man, then grew pale and + stern as he turned to watch his wife. She stood apart from the others + talking to Sir Jasper, who looked unusually handsome and debonair as he + fanned her with a devoted air. + </p> + <p> + Perhaps it is true, thought the old man bitterly. They are well matched, + were lovers once, no doubt, and long to be so again. Poor Edith, I was + very blind. And with his gray head bowed upon his breast the general stole + away, carrying an arrow in his brave old heart. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <p> + “Blanche, come here and rest, you will be ill tomorrow; and I promised + Mamma to take care of you.” With which elder-sisterly command Rose led the + girl to an immense old chair, which held them both. “Now listen to me and + follow my advice, for I am wise in my generation, though not yet gray. + They are all busy, so leave them alone and let me show you what is to be + done.” + </p> + <p> + Rose spoke softly, but with great resolution, and nodded her pretty head + so energetically that the holly berries came rolling over her white + shoulders. + </p> + <p> + “We are not as rich as we might be, and must establish ourselves as soon + and as well as possible. I intend to be Lady Treherne. You can be the + Honorable Mrs. Annon, if you give your mind to it.” + </p> + <p> + “My dear child, are you mad?” whispered Blanche. + </p> + <p> + “Far from it, but you will be if you waste your time on Maurice. He is + poor, and a cripple, though very charming, I admit. He loves Tavie, and + she will marry him, I am sure. She can't endure Frank, but tries to + because my lady commands it. Nothing will come of it, so try your + fascinations and comfort the poor man; sympathy now will foster love + hereafter.” + </p> + <p> + “Don't talk so here, Rose, someone will hear us,” began her sister, but + the other broke in briskly. + </p> + <p> + “No fear, a crowd is the best place for secrets. Now remember what I say, + and make your game while the ball is rolling. Other people are careful not + to put their plans into words, but I'm no hypocrite, and say plainly what + I mean. Bear my sage counsel in mind and act wisely. Now come and begin.” + </p> + <p> + Treherne was sitting alone by one of the great fires, regarding the gay + scene with serious air. For him there was neither dancing nor games; he + could only roam about catching glimpses of forbidden pleasures, impossible + delights, and youthful hopes forever lost to him. Sad but not morose was + his face, and to Octavia it was a mute reproach which she could not long + resist. Coming up as if to warm herself, she spoke to him in her usually + frank and friendly way, and felt her heart beat fast when she saw how + swift a change her cordial manner wrought in him. + </p> + <p> + “How pretty your holly is! Do you remember how we used to go and gather it + for festivals like this, when we were happy children?” he asked, looking + up at her with eyes full of tender admiration. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I remember. Everyone wears it tonight as a badge, but you have none. + Let me get you a bit, I like to have you one of us in all things.” + </p> + <p> + She leaned forward to break a green sprig from the branch over the + chimneypiece; the strong draft drew in her fleecy skirt, and in an instant + she was enveloped in flames. + </p> + <p> + “Maurice, save me, help me!” cried a voice of fear and agony, and before + anyone could reach her, before he himself knew how the deed was done, + Treherne had thrown himself from his chair, wrapped the tiger skin tightly + about her, and knelt there clasping her in his arms heedless of fire, + pain, or the incoherent expressions of love that broke from his lips. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0006" id="link2HCH0006"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter VI. MIRACLES + </h2> + <p> + Great was the confusion and alarm which reigned for many minutes, but when + the panic subsided two miracles appeared. Octavia was entirely uninjured, + and Treherne was standing on his feet, a thing which for months he had not + done without crutches. In the excitement of the moment, no one observed + the wonder; all were crowding about the girl, who, pale and breathless but + now self-possessed, was the first to exclaim, pointing to her cousin, who + had drawn himself up, with the help of his chair, and leaned there + smiling, with a face full of intense delight. + </p> + <p> + “Look at Maurice! Oh, Jasper, help him or he'll fall!” + </p> + <p> + Sir Jasper sprung to his side and put a strong arm about him, while a + chorus of wonder, sympathy, and congratulations rose about them. + </p> + <p> + “Why, lad, what does it mean? Have you been deceiving us all this time?” + cried Jasper, as Treherne leaned on him, looking exhausted but truly + happy. + </p> + <p> + “It means that I am not to be a cripple all my life; that they did not + deceive me when they said a sudden shock might electrify me with a more + potent magnetism than any they could apply. It <i>has</i>, and if I am + cured I owe it all to you, Octavia.” + </p> + <p> + He stretched his hands to her with a gesture of such passionate gratitude + that the girl covered her face to hide its traitorous tenderness, and my + lady went to him, saying brokenly, as she embraced him with maternal + warmth, “God bless you for this act, Maurice, and reward you with a + perfect cure. To you I owe the lives of both my children; how can I thank + you as I ought?” + </p> + <p> + “I dare not tell you yet,” he whispered eagerly, then added, “I am growing + faint, Aunt. Get me away before I make a scene.” + </p> + <p> + This hint recalled my lady to her usual state of dignified + self-possession. Bidding Jasper and the major help Treherne to his room + without delay, she begged Rose to comfort her sister, who was sobbing + hysterically, and as they all obeyed her, she led her daughter away to her + own apartment, for the festivities of the evening were at an end. + </p> + <p> + At the same time Mrs. Snowdon and Annon bade my lady good-night, as if + they also were about to retire, but as they reached the door of the + gallery Mrs. Snowdon paused and beckoned Annon back. They were alone now, + and, standing before the fire which had so nearly made that Christmas Eve + a tragical one, she turned to him with a face full of interest and + sympathy as she said, nodding toward the blackened shreds of Octavia's + dress, and the scorched tiger skin which still lay at their feet, “That + was both a fortunate and an unfortunate little affair, but I fear + Maurice's gain will be your loss. Pardon my frankness for Octavia's sake; + she is a fine creature, and I long to see her given to one worthy of her. + I am a woman to read faces quickly; I know that your suit does not prosper + as you would have it, and I desire to help you. May I?” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed you may, and command any service of me in return. But to what do I + owe this unexpected friendliness?” cried Annon, both grateful and + surprised. + </p> + <p> + “To my regard for the young lady, my wish to save her from an unworthy + man.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you mean Treherne?” asked Annon, more and more amazed. + </p> + <p> + “I do. Octavia must not marry a gambler!” + </p> + <p> + “My dear lady, you labor under some mistake; Treherne is by no means a + gambler. I owe him no goodwill, but I cannot hear him slandered.” + </p> + <p> + “You are generous, but I am not mistaken. Can you, on your honor, assure + me that Maurice never played?” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Snowdon's keen eyes were on him, and he looked embarrassed for a + moment, but answered with some hesitation, “Why, no, I cannot say that, + but I can assure you that he is not an habitual gambler. All young men of + his rank play more or less, especially abroad. It is merely an amusement + with most, and among men is not considered dishonorable or dangerous. + Ladies think differently, I believe, at least in England.” + </p> + <p> + At the word “abroad,” Mrs. Snowdon's face brightened, and she suddenly + dropped her eyes, as if afraid of betraying some secret purpose. + </p> + <p> + “Indeed we do, and well we may, many of us having suffered from this + pernicious habit. I have had special cause to dread and condemn it, and + the fear that Octavia should in time suffer what I have suffered as a girl + urges me to interfere where otherwise I should be dumb. Mr. Annon, there + was a rumor that Maurice was forced to quit Paris, owing to some + dishonorable practices at the gaming table. Is this true?” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, don't ask me; upon my soul I cannot tell you. I only know that + something was amiss, but what I never learned. Various tales were + whispered at the clubs, and Sir Jasper indignantly denied them all. The + bravery with which Maurice saved his cousin, and the sad affliction which + fell upon him, silenced the gossip, and it was soon forgotten.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Snowdon remained silent for a moment, with brows knit in deep + thought, while Annon uneasily watched her. Suddenly she glanced over her + shoulder, drew nearer, and whispered cautiously, “Did the rumors of which + you speak charge him with—” and the last word was breathed into + Annon's ear almost inaudibily. + </p> + <p> + He started, as if some new light broke on him, and stared at the speaker + with a troubled face for an instant, saying hastily, “No, but now you + remind me that when an affair of that sort was discussed the other day + Treherne looked very odd, and rolled himself away, as if it didn't + interest him. I can't believe it, and yet it may be something of the kind. + That would account for old Sir Jasper's whim, and Treherne's steady denial + of any knowledge of the cause. How in heaven's name did you learn this?” + </p> + <p> + “My woman's wit suggested it, and my woman's will shall confirm or destroy + the suspicion. My lady and Octavia evidently know nothing, but they shall + if there is any danger of the girl's being won by him.” + </p> + <p> + “You would not tell her!” exclaimed Annon. + </p> + <p> + “I will, unless you do it” was the firm answer. + </p> + <p> + “Never! To betray a friend, even to gain the woman I love, is a thing I + cannot do; my honor forbids it.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Snowdon smiled scornfully. + </p> + <p> + “Men's code of honor is a strong one, and we poor women suffer from it. + Leave this to me; do your best, and if all other means fail, you may be + glad to try my device to prevent Maurice from marrying his cousin. + Gratitude and pity are strong allies, and if he recovers, his strong will + will move heaven and earth to gain her. Good night.” And leaving her last + words to rankle in Annon's mind, Mrs. Snowdon departed to endure sleepless + hours full of tormenting memories, newborn hopes, and alternations of + determination and despair. + </p> + <p> + Treherne's prospect of recovery filled the whole house with delight, for + his patient courage and unfailing cheerfulness had endeared him to all. It + was no transient amendment, for day by day he steadily gained strength and + power, passing rapidly from chair to crutches, from crutches to a cane and + a friend's arm, which was always ready for him. Pain returned with + returning vitality, but he bore it with a fortitude that touched all who + witnessed it. At times motion was torture, yet motion was necessary lest + the torpidity should return, and Treherne took his daily exercise with + unfailing perseverance, saying with a smile, though great drops stood upon + his forehead, “I have something dearer even than health to win. Hold me + up, Jasper, and let me stagger on, in spite of everything, till my twelve + turns are made.” + </p> + <p> + He remembered Lady Treherne's words, “If you were well, I'd gladly give my + girl to you.” This inspired him with strength, endurance, and a happiness + which could not be concealed. It overflowed in looks, words, and acts; it + infected everyone, and made these holidays the blithest the old abbey had + seen for many a day. + </p> + <p> + Annon devoted himself to Octavia, and in spite of her command to be left + in peace till the New Year, she was very kind—so kind that hope + flamed up in his heart, though he saw that something like compassion often + shone on him from her frank eyes, and her compliance had no touch of the + tender docility which lovers long to see. She still avoided Treherne, but + so skillfully that few observed the change but Annon and himself. In + public Sir Jasper appeared to worship at the sprightly Rose's shrine, and + she fancied her game was prospering well. + </p> + <p> + But had any one peeped behind the scenes it would have been discovered + that during the half hour before dinner, when everyone was in their + dressing rooms and the general taking his nap, a pair of ghostly black + figures flitted about the haunted gallery, where no servant ventured + without orders. The major fancied himself the only one who had made this + discovery, for Mrs. Snowdon affected Treherne's society in public, and was + assiduous in serving and amusing the “dear convalescent,” as she called + him. But the general did not sleep; he too watched and waited, longing yet + dreading to speak, and hoping that this was but a harmless freak of + Edith's, for her caprices were many, and till now he had indulged them + freely. This hesitation disgusted the major, who, being a bachelor, knew + little of women's ways, and less of their powers of persuasion. The day + before New Year he took a sudden resolution, and demanded a private + interview with the general. + </p> + <p> + “I have come on an unpleasant errand, sir,” he abruptly began, as the old + man received him with an expression which rather daunted the major. “My + friendship for Lady Treherne, and my guardianship of her children, makes + me jealous of the honor of the family. I fear it is in danger, sir; pardon + me for saying it, but your wife is the cause.” + </p> + <p> + “May I trouble you to explain, Major Royston” was all the general's reply, + as his old face grew stern and haughty. + </p> + <p> + “I will, sir, briefly. I happen to know from Jasper that there were love + passages between Miss Dubarry and himself a year or more ago in Paris. A + whim parted them, and she married. So far no reproach rests upon either, + but since she came here it has been evident to others as well as myself + that Jasper's affection has revived, and that Mrs. Snowdon does not reject + and reprove it as she should. They often meet, and from Jasper's manner I + am convinced that mischief is afloat. He is ardent, headstrong, and + utterly regardless of the world's opinion in some cases. I have watched + them, and what I tell you is true.” + </p> + <p> + “Prove it.” + </p> + <p> + “I will. They meet in the north gallery, wrapped in dark cloaks, and play + ghost if anyone comes. I concealed myself behind the screen last evening + at dusk, and satisfied myself that my suspicions were correct. I heard + little of their conversation, but that little was enough.” + </p> + <p> + “Repeat it, if you please.” + </p> + <p> + “Sir Jasper seemed pleading for some promise which she reluctantly gave, + saying, 'While you live I will be true to my word with everyone but him. + He will suspect, and it will be useless to keep it from him.' + </p> + <p> + “'He will shoot me for this if he knows I am the traitor,' expostulated + Jasper. + </p> + <p> + “'He shall not know that; I can hoodwink him easily, and serve my purpose + also.' + </p> + <p> + “'You are mysterious, but I leave all to you and wait for my reward. When + shall I have it, Edith?' She laughed, and answered so low I could not + hear, for they left the gallery as they spoke. Forgive me, General, for + the pain I inflict. You are the only person to whom I have spoken, and you + are the only person who can properly and promptly prevent this affair from + bringing open shame and scandal on an honorable house. To you I leave it, + and will do my part with this infatuated young man if you will withdraw + the temptation which will ruin him.” + </p> + <p> + “I will. Thank you, Major. Trust to me, and by tomorrow I will prove that + I can act as becomes me.” + </p> + <p> + The grief and misery in the general's face touched the major; he silently + wrung his hand and went away, thanking heaven more fervently than ever + that no cursed coquette of a woman had it in her power to break his heart. + </p> + <p> + While this scene was going on above, another was taking place in the + library. Treherne sat there alone, thinking happy thoughts evidently, for + his eyes shone and his lips smiled as he mused, while watching the + splendors of a winter sunset. A soft rustle and the faint scent of violets + warned him of Mrs. Snowdon's approach, and a sudden foreboding told him + that danger was near. The instant he saw her face his fear was confirmed, + for exultation, resolve, and love met and mingled in the expression it + wore. Leaning in the window recess, where the red light shone full on her + lovely face and queenly figure, she said, softly yet with a ruthless + accent below the softness, “Dreaming dreams, Maurice, which will never + come to pass, unless I will it. I know your secret, and I shall use it to + prevent the fulfillment of the foolish hope you cherish.” + </p> + <p> + “Who told you?” he demanded, with an almost fierce flash of the eye and an + angry flush. + </p> + <p> + “I discovered it, as I warned you I should. My memory is good, I recall + the gossip of long ago, I observe the faces, words, and acts of those whom + I suspect, and unconscious hints from them give me the truth.” + </p> + <p> + “I doubt it,” and Treherne smiled securely. + </p> + <p> + She stooped and whispered one short sentence into his ear. Whatever it was + it caused him to start up with a pale, panic-stricken face, and eye her as + if she had pronounced his doom. + </p> + <p> + “Do you doubt it now?” she asked coldly. + </p> + <p> + “He told you! Even your skill and craft could not discover it alone,” he + muttered. + </p> + <p> + “Nay, I told you nothing was impossible to a determined woman. I needed no + help, for I knew more than you think.” + </p> + <p> + He sank down again in a despairing attitude and hid his face, saying + mournfully, “I might have known you would hunt me down and dash my hopes + when they were surest. How will you use this unhappy secret?” + </p> + <p> + “I will tell Octavia, and make her duty less hard. It will be kind to both + of you, for even with her this memory would mar your happiness; and it + saves her from the shame and grief of discovering, when too late, that she + has given herself to a—” + </p> + <p> + “Stop!” he cried, in a tone that made her start and pale, as he rose out + of his chair white with a stern indignation which awed her for a moment. + “You shall not utter that word—you know but half the truth, and if + you wrong me or trouble the girl I will turn traitor also, and tell the + general the game you are playing with my cousin. You feign to love me as + you feigned before, but his title is the bait now as then, and you fancy + that by threatening to mar my hopes you will secure my silence, and gain + your end.” + </p> + <p> + “Wrong, quite wrong. Jasper is nothing to me; I use <i>him</i> as a tool, + not you. If I threaten, it is to keep you from Octavia, who cannot forgive + the past and love you for yourself, as I have done all these miserable + months. You say I know but half the truth. Tell me the whole and I will + spare you.” + </p> + <p> + If ever a man was tempted to betray a trust it was Treherne then. A word, + and Octavia might be his; silence, and she might be lost; for this woman + was in earnest, and possessed the power to ruin his good name forever. The + truth leaped to his lips and would have passed them, had not his eye + fallen on the portrait of Jasper's father. This man had loved and + sheltered the orphan all his life, had made of him a son, and, dying, + urged him to guard and serve and save the rebellious youth he left, when + most needing a father's care. + </p> + <p> + “I promised, and I will keep my promise at all costs,” sighed Treherne, + and with a gesture full of pathetic patience he waved the fair tempter + from him, saying steadily, “I will never tell you, though you rob me of + that which is dearer than my life. Go and work your will, but remember + that when you might have won the deepest gratitude of the man you profess + to love, you chose instead to earn his hatred and contempt.” + </p> + <p> + Waiting for no word of hers, he took refuge in his room, and Edith Snowdon + sank down upon the couch, struggling with contending emotions of love and + jealousy, remorse and despair. How long she sat there she could not tell; + an approaching step recalled her to herself, and looking up she saw + Octavia. As the girl approached down the long vista of the drawing rooms, + her youth and beauty, innocence and candor touched that fairer and more + gifted woman with an envy she had never known before. Something in the + girl's face struck her instantly: a look of peace and purity, a sweet + serenity more winning than loveliness, more impressive than dignity or + grace. With a smile on her lips, yet a half-sad, half-tender light in her + eyes, and a cluster of pale winter roses in her hand, she came on till she + stood before her rival and, offering the flowers, said, in words as simple + as sincere, “Dear Mrs. Snowdon, I cannot let the last sun of the old year + set on any misdeeds of mine for which I may atone. I have disliked, + distrusted, and misjudged you, and now I come to you in all humility to + say forgive me.” + </p> + <p> + With the girlish abandon of her impulsive nature Octavia knelt down before + the woman who was plotting to destroy her happiness, laid the roses like a + little peace offering on her lap, and with eloquently pleading eyes waited + for pardon. For a moment Mrs. Snowdon watched her, fancying it a + well-acted ruse to disarm a dangerous rival; but in that sweet face there + was no art; one glance showed her that. The words smote her to the heart + and won her in spite of pride or passion, as she suddenly took the girl + into her arms, weeping repentant tears. Neither spoke, but in the silence + each felt the barrier which had stood between them vanishing, and each + learned to know the other better in that moment than in a year of common + life. Octavia rejoiced that the instinct which had prompted her to make + this appeal had not misled her, but assured her that behind the veil of + coldness, pride, and levity which this woman wore there was a heart aching + for sympathy and help and love. Mrs. Snowdon felt her worser self slip + from her, leaving all that was true and noble to make her worthy of the + test applied. Art she could meet with equal art, but nature conquered her. + For spite of her misspent life and faulty character, the germ of virtue, + which lives in the worst, was there, only waiting for the fostering sun + and dew of love to strengthen it, even though the harvest be a late one. + </p> + <p> + “Forgive you!” she cried, brokenly. “It is I who should ask forgiveness of + you—I who should atone, confess, and repent. Pardon <i>me</i>, pity + me, love me, for I am more wretched than you know.” + </p> + <p> + “Dear, I do with heart and soul. Believe it, and let me be your friend” + was the soft answer. + </p> + <p> + “God knows I need one!” sighed the poor woman, still holding fast the only + creature who had wholly won her. “Child, I am not good, but not so bad + that I dare not look in your innocent face and call you friend. I never + had one of my own sex. I never knew my mother; and no one ever saw in me + the possibility of goodness, truth, and justice but you. Trust and love + and help me, Octavia, and I will reward you with a better life, if I can + do no more.” + </p> + <p> + “I will, and the new year shall be happier than the old.” + </p> + <p> + “God bless you for that prophecy; may I be worthy of it.” + </p> + <p> + Then as a bell warned them away, the rivals kissed each other tenderly, + and parted friends. As Mrs. Snowdon entered her room, she saw her husband + sitting with his gray head in his hands, and heard him murmur despairingly + to himself, “My life makes her miserable. But for the sin of it I'd die to + free her.” + </p> + <p> + “No, live for me, and teach me to be happy in your love.” The clear voice + startled him, but not so much as the beautiful changed face of the wife + who laid the gray head on her bosom, saying tenderly, “My kind and patient + husband, you have been deceived. From me you shall know all the truth, and + when you have forgiven my faulty past, you shall see how happy I will try + to make your future.” + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0007" id="link2HCH0007"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter VII. A GHOSTLY REVEL + </h2> + <p> + “Bless me, how dull we are tonight!” exclaimed Rose, as the younger + portion of the party wandered listlessly about the drawing rooms that + evening, while my lady and the major played an absorbing game of piquet, + and the general dozed peacefully at last. + </p> + <p> + “It is because Maurice is not here; he always keeps us going, for he is a + fellow of infinite resources,” replied Sir Jasper, suppressing a yawn. + </p> + <p> + “Have him out then,” said Annon. + </p> + <p> + “He won't come. The poor lad is blue tonight, in spite of his improvement. + Something is amiss, and there is no getting a word from him.” + </p> + <p> + “Sad memories afflict him, perhaps,” sighed Blanche. + </p> + <p> + “Don't be absurd, dear, sad memories are all nonsense; melancholy is + always indigestion, and nothing is so sure a cure as fun,” said Rose + briskly. “I'm going to send in a polite invitation begging him to come and + amuse us. He'll accept, I haven't a doubt.” + </p> + <p> + The message was sent, but to Rose's chagrin a polite refusal was returned. + </p> + <p> + “He <i>shall</i> come. Sir Jasper, do you and Mr. Annon go as a deputation + from us, and return without him at your peril” was her command. + </p> + <p> + They went, and while waiting their reappearance the sisters spoke of what + all had observed. + </p> + <p> + “How lovely Mrs. Snowdon looks tonight. I always thought she owed half her + charms to her skill in dress, but she never looked so beautiful as in that + plain black silk, with those roses in her hair,” said Rose. + </p> + <p> + “What has she done to herself?” replied Blanche. “I see a change, but + can't account for it. She and Tavie have made some beautifying discovery, + for both look altogether uplifted and angelic all of a sudden.” + </p> + <p> + “Here come the gentlemen, and, as I'm a Talbot, they haven't got him!” + cried Rose as the deputation appeared, looking very crestfallen. “Don't + come near me,” she added, irefully, “you are disloyal cowards, and I doom + you to exile till I want you. <i>I</i> am infinite in resources as well as + this recreant man, and come he shall. Mrs. Snowdon, would you mind asking + Mr. Treherne to suggest something to wile away the rest of this evening? + We are in despair, and can think of nothing, and you are all-powerful with + him.” + </p> + <p> + “I must decline, since he refuses you” was the decided answer, as Mrs. + Snowdon moved away. + </p> + <p> + “Tavie, dear, do go; we <i>must</i> have him; he always obeys you, and you + would be such a public benefactor, you know.” + </p> + <p> + Without a word Octavia wrote a line and sent it by a servant. Several + minutes passed, and the gentlemen began to lay wagers on the success of + her trial. “He will not come for me, you may be sure,” said Octavia. As + the words passed her lips he appeared. + </p> + <p> + A general laugh greeted him, but, taking no notice of the jests at his + expense, he turned to Octavia, saying quietly, “What can I do for you, + Cousin?” + </p> + <p> + His colorless face and weary eyes reproached her for disturbing him, but + it was too late for regret, and she answered hastily, “We are in want of + some new and amusing occupation to wile away the evening. Can you suggest + something appropriate?” + </p> + <p> + “Why not sit round the hall fire and tell stories, while we wait to see + the old year out, as we used to do long ago?” he asked, after a moment's + thought. + </p> + <p> + “I told you so! There it is, just what we want.” And Sir Jasper looked + triumphant. + </p> + <p> + “It's capital—let us begin at once. It is after ten now, so we shall + not have long to wait,” cried Rose, and, taking Sir Jasper's arm, she led + the way to the hall. + </p> + <p> + A great fire always burned there, and in wintertime thick carpets and + curtains covered the stone floor and draped the tall windows. Plants + blossomed in the warm atmosphere, and chairs and lounges stood about + invitingly. The party was soon seated, and Treherne was desired to begin. + </p> + <p> + “We must have ghost stories, and in order to be properly thrilling and + effective, the lights must be put out,” said Rose, who sat next him, and + spoke first, as usual. + </p> + <p> + This was soon done, and only a ruddy circle of firelight was left to + oppose the rapt gloom that filled the hall, where shadows now seemed to + lurk in every corner. + </p> + <p> + “Don't be very dreadful, or I shall faint away,” pleaded Blanche, drawing + nearer to Annon, for she had taken her sister's advice, and laid close + siege to that gentleman's heart. + </p> + <p> + “I think your nerves will bear my little tale,” replied Treherne. “When I + was in India, four years ago, I had a very dear friend in my regiment—a + Scotchman; I'm half Scotch myself, you know, and clannish, of course. + Gordon was sent up the country on a scouting expedition, and never + returned. His men reported that he left them one evening to take a survey, + and his horse came home bloody and riderless. We searched, but could not + find a trace of him, and I was desperate to discover and avenge his + murder. About a month after his disappearance, as I sat in my tent one + fearfully hot day, suddenly the canvas door flap was raised and there + stood Gordon. I saw him as plainly as I see you, Jasper, and should have + sprung to meet him, but something held me back. He was deathly pale, + dripping with water, and in his bonny blue eyes was a wild, woeful look + that made my blood run cold. I stared dumbly, for it was awful to see my + friend so changed and so unearthly. Stretching his arm to me he took my + hand, saying solemnly, 'Come!' The touch was like ice; an ominous thrill + ran through me; I started up to obey, and he was gone.” + </p> + <p> + “A horrid dream, of course. Is that all?” asked Rose. + </p> + <p> + With his eyes on the fire and his left hand half extended, Treherne went + on as if he had not heard her. + </p> + <p> + “I thought it was a fancy, and soon recovered myself, for no one had seen + or heard anything of Gordon, and my native servant lay just outside my + tent. A strange sensation remained in the hand the phantom touched. It was + cold, damp, and white. I found it vain to try to forget this apparition; + it took strong hold of me; I told Yermid, my man, and he bade me consider + it a sign that I was to seek my friend. That night I dreamed I was riding + up the country in hot haste; what led me I know not, but I pressed on and + on, longing to reach the end. A half-dried river crossed my path, and, + riding down the steep bank to ford it, I saw Gordon's body lying in the + shallow water looking exactly as the vision looked. I woke in a strange + mood, told the story to my commanding officer, and, as nothing was doing + just then, easily got leave of absence for a week. Taking Yermid, I set + out on my sad quest. I thought it folly, but I could not resist the + impulse that drew me on. For seven days I searched, and the strangest part + of the story is that all that time I went on exactly as in the dream, + seeing what I saw then, and led by the touch of a cold hand on mine. On + the seventh day I reached the river, and found my friend's body.” + </p> + <p> + “How horrible! Is it really true?” cried Mrs. Snowdon. + </p> + <p> + “As true as I am a living man. Nor is that all: this left hand of mine + never has been warm since that time. See and feel for yourselves.” + </p> + <p> + He opened both hands, and all satisfied themselves that the left was + smaller, paler, and colder than the right. + </p> + <p> + “Pray someone tell another story to put this out of my mind; it makes me + nervous,” said Blanche. + </p> + <p> + “I'll tell one, and you may laugh to quiet your nerves. I want to have + mine done with, so that I can enjoy the rest with a free mind.” With these + words Rose began her tale in the good old fashion. + </p> + <p> + “Once upon a time, when we were paying a visit to my blessed grandmamma, I + saw a ghost in this wise: The dear old lady was ill with a cold and kept + her room, leaving us to mope, for it was very dull in the great lonely + house. Blanche and I were both homesick, but didn't like to leave till she + was better, so we ransacked the library and solaced ourselves with all + manner of queer books. One day I found Grandmamma very low and nervous, + and evidently with something on her mind. She would say nothing, but the + next day was worse, and I insisted on knowing the cause, for the trouble + was evidently mental. Charging me to keep it from Blanche, who was, and + is, a sad coward, she told me that a spirit had appeared to her two + successive nights. 'If it comes a third time, I shall prepare to die,' + said the foolish old lady. + </p> + <p> + “'No, you won't, for I'll come and stay with you and lay your ghost,' I + said. With some difficulty I made her yield, and after Blanche was asleep + I slipped away to Grandmamma, with a book and candle for a long watch, as + the spirit didn't appear till after midnight. She usually slept with her + door unlocked, in case of fire or fright, and her maid was close by. That + night I locked the door, telling her that spirits could come through the + oak if they chose, and I preferred to have a fair trial. Well, I read and + chatted and dozed till dawn and nothing appeared, so I laughed at the + whole affair, and the old lady pretended to be convinced that it was all a + fancy. + </p> + <p> + “Next night I slept in my own room, and in the morning was told that not + only Grandmamma but Janet had seen the spirit. All in white, with + streaming hair, a pale face, and a red streak at the throat. It came and + parted the bed-curtains, looking in a moment, and then vanished. Janet had + slept with Grandmamma and kept a lamp burning on the chimney, so both saw + it. + </p> + <p> + “I was puzzled, but not frightened; I never am, and I insisted on trying + again. The door was left unlocked, as on the previous night, and I lay + with Grandmamma, a light burning as before. About two she clutched me as I + was dropping off. I looked, and there, peeping in between the dark + curtains, was a pale face with long hair all about it, and a red streak at + the throat. It was very dim, the light being low, but I saw it, and after + one breathless minute sprang up, caught my foot, fell down with a crash, + and by the time I was around the bed, not a vestige of the thing appeared. + I was angry, and vowed I'd succeed at all hazards, though I'll confess I + was just a bit daunted. + </p> + <p> + “Next time Janet and I sat up in easy chairs, with bright lights burning, + and both wide awake with the strongest coffee we could make. As the hour + drew near we got nervous, and when the white shape came gliding in Janet + hid her face. I didn't, and after one look was on the point of laughing, + for the spirit was Blanche walking in her sleep. She wore a coral necklace + in those days, and never took it off, and her long hair half hid her face, + which had the unnatural, uncanny look somnambulists always wear. I had the + sense to keep still and tell Janet what to do, so the poor child went back + unwaked, and Grandmamma's spirit never walked again for I took care of + that.” + </p> + <p> + “Why did you haunt the old lady?” asked Annon, as the laughter ceased. + </p> + <p> + “I don't know, unless it was that I wanted to ask leave to go home, and + was afraid to do it awake, so tried when asleep. I shall not tell any + story, as I was the heroine of this, but will give my turn to you, Mr. + Annon,” said Blanche, with a soft glance, which was quite thrown away, for + the gentleman's eyes were fixed on Octavia, who sat on a low ottoman at + Mrs. Snowdon's feet in the full glow of the firelight. + </p> + <p> + “I've had very small experience in ghosts, and can only recall a little + fright I once had when a boy at college. I'd been out to a party, got home + tired, couldn't find my matches, and retired in the dark. Toward morning I + woke, and glancing up to see if the dim light was dawn or moonshine I was + horrified to see a coffin standing at the bed's foot. I rubbed my eyes to + be sure I was awake, and looked with all my might. There it was, a long + black coffin, and I saw the white plate in the dusk, for the moon was + setting and my curtain was not drawn. 'It's some trick of the fellows,' I + thought; 'I'll not betray myself, but keep cool.' Easy to say but hard to + do, for it suddenly flashed into my mind that I might be in the wrong + room. I glanced about, but there were the familiar objects as usual, as + far as the indistinct light allowed me to see, and I made sure by feeling + on the wall at the bed's head for my watchcase. It was there, and mine + beyond a doubt, being peculiar in shape and fabric. Had I been to a + college wine party I could have accounted for the vision, but a quiet + evening in a grave professor's well-conducted family could produce no ill + effects. 'It's an optical illusion, or a prank of my mates; I'll sleep and + forget it,' I said, and for a time endeavored to do so, but curiosity + overcame my resolve, and soon I peeped again. Judge of my horror when I + saw the sharp white outline of a dead face, which seemed to be peeping up + from the coffin. It gave me a terrible shock for I was but a lad and had + been ill. I hid my face and quaked like a nervous girl, still thinking it + some joke and too proud to betray fear lest I should be laughed at. How + long I lay there I don't know, but when I looked again the face was + farther out and the whole figure seemed rising slowly. The moon was nearly + down, I had no lamp, and to be left in the dark with that awesome thing + was more than I could bear. Joke or earnest, I must end the panic, and + bolting out of my room I roused my neighbor. He told me I was mad or + drunk, but lit a lamp and returned with me, to find my horror only a heap + of clothes thrown on the table in such a way that, as the moon's pale + light shot it, it struck upon my black student's gown, with a white card + lying on it, and produced the effect of a coffin and plate. The face was a + crumpled handkerchief, and what seemed hair a brown muffler. As the moon + sank, these outlines changed and, incredible as it may seem, grew like a + face. My friend not having had the fright enjoyed the joke, and 'Coffins' + was my sobriquet for a long while.” + </p> + <p> + “You get worse and worse. Sir Jasper, do vary the horrors by a touch of + fun, or I shall run away,” said Blanche, glancing over her shoulder + nervously. + </p> + <p> + “I'll do my best, and tell a story my uncle used to relate of his young + days. I forget the name of the place, but it was some little country town + famous among anglers. My uncle often went to fish, and always regretted + that a deserted house near the trout stream was not occupied, for the inn + was inconveniently distant. Speaking of this one evening as he lounged in + the landlady's parlor, he asked why no one took it and let the rooms to + strangers in the fishing season. 'For fear of the ghostissess, your + honor,' replied the woman, and proceeded to tell, him that three distinct + spirits haunted the house. In the garret was heard the hum of a wheel and + the tap of high-heeled shoes, as the ghostly spinner went to and fro. In a + chamber sounded the sharpening of a knife, followed by groans and the drip + of blood. The cellar was made awful by a skeleton sitting on a half-buried + box and chuckling fiendishly. It seems a miser lived there once, and was + believed to have starved his daughter in the garret, keeping her at work + till she died. The second spirit was that of the girl's rejected lover, + who cut his throat in the chamber, and the third of the miser who was + found dead on the money chest he was too feeble to conceal. My uncle + laughed at all this, and offered to lay the ghosts if anyone would take + the house. + </p> + <p> + “This offer got abroad, and a crusty old fellow accepted it, hoping to + turn a penny. He had a pretty girl, whose love had been thwarted by the + old man, and whose lover was going to sea in despair. My uncle knew this + and pitied the young people. He had made acquaintance with a wandering + artist, and the two agreed to conquer the prejudices against the house by + taking rooms there. They did so, and after satisfying themselves regarding + the noises, consulted a wise old woman as to the best means of laying the + ghosts. She told them if any young girl would pass a night in each haunted + room, praying piously the while, that all would be well. Peggy was asked + if she would do it, and being a stouthearted lass she consented, for a + round sum, to try it. The first night was in the garret, and Peggy, in + spite of the prophecies of the village gossips, came out alive, though + listeners at the door heard the weird humming and tapping all night long. + The next night all went well, and from that time no more sharpening, + groaning, or dripping was heard. The third time she bade her friends + good-bye and, wrapped in her red cloak, with a lamp and prayer book, went + down into the cellar. Alas for pretty Peggy! When day came she was gone, + and with her the miser's empty box, though his bones remained to prove how + well she had done her work. + </p> + <p> + “The town was in an uproar, and the old man furious. Some said the devil + had flown away with her, others that the bones were hers, and all agreed + that henceforth another ghost would haunt the house. My uncle and the + artist did their best to comfort the father, who sorely reproached himself + for thwarting the girl's love, and declared that if Jack would find her he + should have her. But Jack had sailed, and the old man 'was left + lamenting.' The house was freed from its unearthly visitors, however, for + no ghost appeared; and when my uncle left, old Martin found money and + letter informing him that Peggy had spent her first two nights preparing + for flight, and on the third had gone away to marry and sail with Jack. + The noises had been produced by the artist, who was a ventriloquist, the + skeleton had been smuggled from the surgeons, and the whole thing was a + conspiracy to help Peggy and accommodate the fishermen.” + </p> + <p> + “It is evident that roguery is hereditary,” laughed Rose as the narrator + paused. + </p> + <p> + “I strongly suspect that Sir Jasper the second was the true hero of that + story,” added Mrs. Snowdon. + </p> + <p> + “Think what you like, I've done my part, and leave the stage for you, + madam.” + </p> + <p> + “I will come last. It is your turn, dear.” As Mrs. Snowdon softly uttered + the last word, and Octavia leaned upon her knee with an affectionate + glance, Treherne leaned forward to catch a glimpse of the two changed + faces, and looked as if bewildered when both smiled at him, as they sat + hand in hand while the girl told her story. + </p> + <p> + “Long ago a famous actress suddenly dropped dead at the close of a + splendidly played tragedy. She was carried home, and preparations were + made to bury her. The play had been gotten up with great care and expense, + and a fine actor was the hero. The public demanded a repetition, and an + inferior person was engaged to take the dead lady's part. A day's delay + had been necessary, but when the night came the house was crowded. They + waited both before and behind the curtain for the debut of the new + actress, with much curiosity. She stood waiting for her cue, but as it was + given, to the amazement of all, the great tragedienne glided upon the + stage. Pale as marble, and with a strange fire in her eyes, strange pathos + in her voice, strange power in her acting, she went through her part, and + at the close vanished as mysteriously as she came. Great was the + excitement that night, and intense the astonishment and horror next day + when it was whispered abroad that the dead woman never had revived, but + had lain in her coffin before the eyes of watchers all the evening, when + hundreds fancied they were applauding her at the theater. The mystery + never was cleared up, and Paris was divided by two opinions: one that some + person marvelously like Madame Z. had personated her for the sake of a + sensation; the other that the ghost of the dead actress, unable to free + itself from the old duties so full of fascination to an ambitious and + successful woman, had played for the last time the part which had made her + famous.” + </p> + <p> + “Where did you find that, Tavie? It's very French, and not bad if you + invented it,” said Sir Jasper. + </p> + <p> + “I read it in an old book, where it was much better told. Now, Edith, + there is just time for your tale.” + </p> + <p> + As the word “Edith” passed her lips, again Treherne started and eyed them + both, and again they smiled, as Mrs. Snowdon caressed the smooth cheek + leaning on her knee, and looking full at him began the last recital. + </p> + <p> + “You have been recounting the pranks of imaginary ghosts; let me show you + the workings of some real spirits, evil and good, that haunt every heart + and home, making its misery or joy. At Christmastime, in a country house, + a party of friends met to keep the holidays, and very happily they might + have done so had not one person marred the peace of several. Love, + jealousy, deceit, and nobleness were the spirits that played their freaks + with these people. The person of whom I speak was more haunted than the + rest, and much tormented, being willful, proud, and jealous. Heaven help + her, she had had no one to exorcise these ghosts for her, and they goaded + her to do much harm. Among these friends there were more than one pair of + lovers, and much tangling of plots and plans, for hearts are wayward and + mysterious things, and cannot love as duty bids or prudence counsels. This + woman held the key to all the secrets of the house, and, having a purpose + to gain, she used her power selfishly, for a time. To satisfy a doubt, she + feigned a fancy for a gentleman who once did her the honor of admiring + her, and, to the great scandal of certain sage persons, permitted him to + show his regard for her, knowing that it was but a transient amusement on + his part as well as upon hers. In the hands of this woman lay a secret + which could make or mar the happiness of the best and dearest of the + party. The evil spirits which haunted her urged her to mar their peace and + gratify a sinful hope. On the other side, honor, justice, and generosity + prompted her to make them happy, and while she wavered there came to her a + sweet enchantress who, with a word, banished the tormenting ghosts + forever, and gave the haunted woman a talisman to keep her free + henceforth.” + </p> + <p> + There the earnest voice faltered, and with a sudden impulse Mrs. Snowdon + bent her head and kissed the fair forehead which had bent lower and lower + as she went on. Each listener understood the truth, lightly veiled in that + hasty fable, and each found in it a different meaning. Sir Jasper frowned + and bit his lips, Annon glanced anxiously from face to face, Octavia hid + hers, and Treherne's flashed with sudden intelligence, while Rose laughed + low to herself, enjoying the scene. Blanche, who was getting sleepy, said, + with a stifled gape, “That is a very nice, moral little story, but I wish + there had been some real ghosts in it.” + </p> + <p> + “There was. Will you come and see them?” + </p> + <p> + As she put the question, Mrs. Snowdon rose abruptly, wishing to end the + séance, and beckoning them to follow glided up the great stairway. All + obeyed, wondering what whim possessed her, and quite ready for any jest in + store for them. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0008" id="link2HCH0008"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Chapter VIII. JASPER + </h2> + <p> + She led them to the north gallery and, pausing at the door, said merrily, + “The ghost—or ghosts rather, for there were two—which + frightened Patty were Sir Jasper and myself, meeting to discuss certain + important matters which concerned Mr. Treherne. If you want to see spirits + we will play phantom for you, and convince you of our power.” + </p> + <p> + “Good, let us go and have a ghostly dance, as a proper finale of our + revel,” answered Rose as they flocked into the long hall. + </p> + <p> + At that moment the great clock struck twelve, and all paused to bid the + old year adieu. Sir Jasper was the first to speak, for, angry with Mrs. + Snowdon, yet thankful to her for making a jest to others of what had been + earnest to him, he desired to hide his chagrin under a gay manner; and + taking Rose around the waist was about to waltz away as she proposed, + saying cheerily, “'Come one and all, and dance the new year in,'” when a + cry from Octavia arrested him, and turning he saw her stand, pale and + trembling, pointing to the far end of the hall. + </p> + <p> + Eight narrow Gothic windows pierced either wall of the north gallery. A + full moon sent her silvery light strongly in upon the eastern side, making + broad bars of brightness across the floor. No fires burned there now, and + wherever the moonlight did not fall deep shadows lay. As Octavia cried + out, all looked, and all distinctly saw a tall, dark figure moving + noiselessly across the second bar of light far down the hall. + </p> + <p> + “Is it some jest of yours?” asked Sir Jasper of Mrs. Snowdon, as the form + vanished in the shadow. + </p> + <p> + “No, upon my honor, I know nothing of it! I only meant to relieve + Octavia's superstitious fears by showing her our pranks” was the whispered + reply as Mrs. Snowdon's cheek paled, and she drew nearer to Jasper. + </p> + <p> + “Who is there?” called Treherne in a commanding tone. + </p> + <p> + No answer, but a faint, cold breath of air seemed to sigh along the arched + roof and die away as the dark figure crossed the third streak of + moonlight. A strange awe fell upon them all, and no one spoke, but stood + watching for the appearance of the shape. Nearer and nearer it came, with + soundless steps, and as it reached the sixth window its outlines were + distinctly visible. A tall, wasted figure, all in black, with a rosary + hanging from the girdle, and a dark beard half concealing the face. + </p> + <p> + “The Abbot's ghost, and very well got up,” said Annon, trying to laugh but + failing decidedly, for again the cold breath swept over them, causing a + general shudder. + </p> + <p> + “Hush!” whispered Treherne, drawing Octavia to his side with a protecting + gesture. + </p> + <p> + Once more the phantom appeared and disappeared, and as they waited for it + to cross the last bar of light that lay between it and them, Mrs. Snowdon + stepped forward to the edge of the shadow in which they stood, as if to + confront the apparition alone. Out of the darkness it came, and in the + full radiance of the light it paused. Mrs. Snowdon, being nearest, saw the + face first, and uttering a faint cry dropped down upon the stone floor, + covering up her eyes. Nothing human ever wore a look like that of the + ghastly, hollow-eyed, pale-lipped countenance below the hood. All saw it + and held their breath as it slowly raised a shadowy arm and pointed a + shriveled finger at Sir Jasper. + </p> + <p> + “Speak, whatever you are, or I'll quickly prove whether you are man or + spirit!” cried Jasper fiercely, stepping forward as if to grasp the + extended arm that seemed to menace him alone. + </p> + <p> + An icy gust swept through the hall, and the phantom slowly receded into + the shadow. Jasper sprang after it, but nothing crossed the second stream + of light, and nothing remained in the shade. Like one possessed by a + sudden fancy he rushed down the gallery to find all fast and empty, and to + return looking very strangely. Blanche had fainted away and Annon was + bearing her out of the hall. Rose was clinging to Mrs. Snowdon, and + Octavia leaned against her cousin, saying in a fervent whisper, “Thank God + it did not point at you!” + </p> + <p> + “Am I then dearer than your brother?” he whispered back. + </p> + <p> + There was no audible reply, but one little hand involuntarily pressed his, + though the other was outstretched toward Jasper, who came up white and + startled but firm and quiet. Affecting to make light of it, he said, + forcing a smile as he raised Mrs. Snowdon, “It is some stupid joke of the + servants. Let us think no more of it. Come, Edith, this is not like your + usual self.” + </p> + <p> + “It was nothing human, Jasper; you know it as well as I. Oh, why did I + bring you here to meet the warning phantom that haunts your house!” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, if my time is near the spirit would have found me out wherever I + might be. I have no faith in that absurd superstition—I laugh at and + defy it. Come down and drink my health in wine from the Abbot's own + cellar.” + </p> + <p> + But no one had heart for further gaiety, and, finding Lady Treherne + already alarmed by Annon, they were forced to tell her all, and find their + own bewilderment deepened by her unalterable belief in the evil omen. + </p> + <p> + At her command the house was searched, the servants cross-questioned, and + every effort made to discover the identity of the apparition. All in vain; + the house was as usual, and not a man or maid but turned pale at the idea + of entering the gallery at midnight. At my lady's request, all promised to + say no more upon the mystery, and separated at last to such sleep as they + could enjoy. + </p> + <p> + Very grave were the faces gathered about the breakfast table next morning, + and very anxious the glances cast on Sir Jasper as he came in, late as + usual, looking uncommonly blithe and well. Nothing serious ever made a + deep impression on his mercurial nature. Treherne had more the air of a + doomed man, being very pale and worn, in spite of an occasional gleam of + happiness as he looked at Octavia. He haunted Jasper like a shadow all the + morning, much to that young gentleman's annoyance, for both his mother and + sister hung about him with faces of ill-dissembled anxiety. By afternoon + his patience gave out, and he openly rebelled against the tender guard + kept over him. Ringing for his horse he said decidedly, “I'm bored to + death with the solemnity which pervades the house today, so I'm off for a + brisk gallop, before I lose my temper and spirits altogether.” + </p> + <p> + “Come with me in the pony carriage, Jasper. I've not had a drive with you + for a long while, and should enjoy it so much,” said my lady, detaining + him. + </p> + <p> + “Mrs. Snowdon looks as if she needed air to revive her roses, and the pony + carriage is just the thing for her, so I will cheerfully resign my seat to + her,” he answered laughing, as he forced himself from his mother's hand. + </p> + <p> + “Take the girls in the clarence. We all want a breath of air, and you are + the best whip we know. Be gallant and say yes, dear.” + </p> + <p> + “No, thank you, Tavie, that won't do. Rose and Blanche are both asleep, + and you are dying to go and do likewise, after your vigils last night. As + a man and a brother I beg you'll do so, and let me ride as I like.” + </p> + <p> + “Suppose you ask Annon to join you—” began Treherne with + well-assumed indifference; but Sir Jasper frowned and turned sharply on + him, saying, half-petulantly, half-jocosely: + </p> + <p> + “Upon my life I should think I was a boy or a baby, by the manner in which + you mount guard over me today. If you think I'm going to live in daily + fear of some mishap, you are all much mistaken. Ghost or no ghost, I shall + make merry while I can; a short life and a jolly one has always been my + motto, you know, so fare you well till dinnertime.” + </p> + <p> + They watched him gallop down the avenue, and then went their different + ways, still burdened with a nameless foreboding. Octavia strolled into the + conservatory, thinking to refresh herself with the balmy silence which + pervaded the place, but Annon soon joined her, full of a lover's hopes and + fears. + </p> + <p> + “Miss Treherne, I have ventured to come for my answer. Is my New Year to + be a blissful or a sad one?” he asked eagerly. + </p> + <p> + “Forgive me if I give you an unwelcome reply, but I must be true, and so + regretfully refuse the honor you do me,” she said sorrowfully. + </p> + <p> + “May I ask why?” + </p> + <p> + “Because I do not love you.” + </p> + <p> + “And you do love your cousin,” he cried angrily, pausing to watch her + half-averted face. + </p> + <p> + She turned it fully toward him and answered, with her native sincerity, + “Yes, I do, with all my heart, and now my mother will not thwart me, for + Maurice has saved my life, and I am free to devote it all to him.” + </p> + <p> + “Happy man, I wish I had been a cripple!” sighed Annon. Then with a manful + effort to be just and generous, he added heartily, “Say no more, he + deserves you; I want no sacrifice to duty; I yield, and go away, praying + heaven to bless you now and always.” + </p> + <p> + He kissed her hand and left her to seek my lady and make his adieus, for + no persuasion could keep him. Leaving a note for Sir Jasper, he hurried + away, to the great relief of Treherne and the deep regret of Blanche, who, + however, lived in hopes of another trial later in the season. + </p> + <p> + “Here comes Jasper, Mamma, safe and well,” cried Octavia an hour or two + later, as she joined her mother on the terrace, where my lady had been + pacing restlessly to and fro nearly ever since her son rode away. + </p> + <p> + With a smile of intense relief she waved her handkerchief as he came + clattering up the drive, and seeing her he answered with hat and hand. He + usually dismounted at the great hall door, but a sudden whim made him ride + along the wall that lay below the terrace, for he was a fine horseman, and + Mrs. Snowdon was looking from her window. As he approached, the peacocks + fled screaming, and one flew up just before the horse's eyes as his master + was in the act of dismounting. The spirited creature was startled, sprang + partway up the low, broad steps of the terrace, and, being sharply + checked, slipped, fell, and man and horse rolled down together. + </p> + <p> + Never did those who heard it forget the cry that left Lady Treherne's lips + as she saw the fall. It brought out both guests and servants, to find + Octavia recklessly struggling with the frightened horse, and my lady down + upon the stones with her son's bleeding head in her arms. + </p> + <p> + They bore in the senseless, shattered body, and for hours tried everything + that skill and sciences could devise to save the young man's life. But + every effort was in vain, and as the sun set Sir Jasper lay dying. + Conscious at last, and able to speak, he looked about him with a troubled + glance, and seemed struggling with some desire that overmastered pain and + held death at bay. + </p> + <p> + “I want Maurice,” he feebly said, at length. + </p> + <p> + “Dear lad, I'm here,” answered his cousin's voice from a seat in the + shadow of the half-drawn curtains. + </p> + <p> + “Always near when I need you. Many a scrape have you helped me out of, but + this is beyond your power,” and a faint smile passed over Jasper's lips as + the past flitted before his mind. But the smile died, and a groan of pain + escaped him as he cried suddenly, “Quick! Let me tell it before it is too + late! Maurice never will, but bear the shame all his life that my dead + name may be untarnished. Bring Edith; she must hear the truth.” + </p> + <p> + She was soon there, and, lying in his mother's arms, one hand in his + cousin's, and one on his sister's bent head, Jasper rapidly told the + secret which had burdened him for a year. + </p> + <p> + “I did it; I forged my uncle's name when I had lost so heavily at play + that I dared not tell my mother, or squander more of my own fortune. I + deceived Maurice, and let him think the check a genuine one; I made him + present it and get the money, and when all went well I fancied I was safe. + But my uncle discovered it secretly, said nothing, and, believing Maurice + the forger, disinherited him. I never knew this till the old man died, and + then it was too late. I confessed to Maurice, and he forgave me. He said, + 'I am helpless now, shut out from the world, with nothing to lose or gain, + and soon to be forgotten by those who once knew me, so let the suspicion + of shame, if any such there be, still cling to me, and do you go your way, + rich, happy, honorable, and untouched by any shadow on your fame.' Mother, + I let him do it, unconscious as he was that many knew the secret sin and + fancied him the doer of it.” + </p> + <p> + “Hush, Jasper, let it pass. I can bear it; I promised your dear father to + be your staunch friend through life, and I have only kept my word.” + </p> + <p> + “God knows you have, but now my life ends, and I cannot die till you are + cleared. Edith, I told you half the truth, and you would have used it + against him had not some angel sent this girl to touch your heart. You + have done your part to atone for the past, now let me do mine. Mother, + Tavie loves him, he has risked life and honor for me. Repay him generously + and give him this.” + </p> + <p> + With feeble touch Sir Jasper tried to lay his sister's hand in Treherne's + as he spoke; Mrs. Snowdon helped him, and as my lady bowed her head in + silent acquiescence, a joyful smile shone on the dying man's face. + </p> + <p> + “One more confession, and then I am ready,” he said, looking up into the + face of the woman whom he had loved with all the power of a shallow + nature. “It was a jest to you, Edith, but it was bitter earnest to me, for + I loved you, sinful as it was. Ask your husband to forgive me, and tell + him it was better I should die than live to mar a good man's peace. Kiss + me once, and make him happy for my sake.” + </p> + <p> + She touched his cold lips with remorseful tenderness, and in the same + breath registered a vow to obey that dying prayer. + </p> + <p> + “Tavie dear, Maurice, my brother, God bless you both. Good-bye, Mother. He + will be a better son than I have been to you.” Then, the reckless spirit + of the man surviving to the last, Sir Jasper laughed faintly, as he seemed + to beckon some invisible shape, and died saying gaily, “Now, Father Abbot, + lead on, I'll follow you.” + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <p> + A year later three weddings were celebrated on the same day and in the + same church. Maurice Treherne, a well man, led up his cousin. Frank Annon + rewarded Blanche's patient siege by an unconditional surrender, and, to + the infinite amusement of Mrs. Grundy, Major Royston publicly confessed + himself outgeneraled by merry Rose. The triple wedding feast was + celebrated at Treherne Abbey, and no uncanny visitor marred its + festivities, for never again was the north gallery haunted by the ghostly + Abbot. + </p> + <div style="height: 6em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Abbot's Ghost, Or Maurice +Treherne's Temptation, by A. M. 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