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Sea and shore : a sequel to "Miriam's memoirs" / by Mrs. Catharine A. Warfield... Warfield, Catherine A. (Catherine Ann), 1816-1877. 400dpi TIFF G4 page images University of Kentucky, Electronic Information Access & Management Center Lexington, Kentucky 2002 b96-8-34456955 Electronic reproduction. 2002. (Beyond the shelf, serving historic Kentuckiana through virtual access (IMLS LG-03-02-0012-02) ; These pages may be freely searched and displayed. Permission must be received for subsequent distribution in print or electronically. Sea and shore : a sequel to "Miriam's memoirs" / by Mrs. Catharine A. Warfield... Warfield, Catherine A. (Catherine Ann), 1816-1877. T.B. Peterson, Philadelphia : [c1876] 332 p. ; 19 cm. Coleman Originally published as part 3 of "Miriam Monfort." Microfilm. Atlanta, Ga. : SOLINET, 1996. 1 microfilm reel ; 35 mm. (SOLINET/ASERL Cooperative Microfilming Project (NEH PS-21089) ; SOL MN05692.04 KUK) Printing Master B96-8. IMLS This electronic text file was created by Optical Character Recognition (OCR). No corrections have been made to the OCR-ed text and no editing has been done to the content of the original document. Encoding has been done through an automated process using the recommendations for Level 1 of the TEI in Libraries Guidelines. Digital page images are linked to the text file. SEA A ND\r 1) S H O RE.I , A SEQUEL TO "MIRIAM'S MEMOIRS." BY MRS. CATHARINE A. WARFIELD. AUThOr ii OF " THE HOUSEHOLD OF BOUVERIE," "MONFORT HALL," "MIRIAIM'S Ml::OIES," "HESTER HOWARD'S TEMPTATION," "A DOUBLE WEDDING; OR, HOW SHE WAS WON," ETC. "No fears hath she! Her giant forn& Majestically calm would go O'er wcrathful surge, through blackening storai, 'Mfid the deep darkness, white as snow l So stalely her bearing, so proud her array, The main she will traverse forever and aye I Many ports shaU exult in the gleam of her mast- Hush! hush! thou vain dreamer, this hour is her lasi!" PHILADELPHIA: T. B. PETERSON & BROTHERS; 306 CHESTN"UT STREET. Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1876, by T. B. PETERSON & BROTHERS, In the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington, D. C. MRS. C. A. WARFIELD'S NEW WORKS. Each Book is in One Volume, Xorocco Cloth, price 1.75. SEA AND SHORE. MIRIAM'S MEMOIRS. MONPORT HALL. THE HOUSEHOLD OF BO UVERIE. A DO UBLE WEDDIYG; or, How She was Won. HESTER HOWARD'S TEMPTATION. Prom Gail Hamdlton, author of "Gala Days," etc. "'The Household of Bouverie ' is one of those books that pluck out all your teeth, and then dare you to bite them. Your interest ia awakened at once in the first chapter, and you are whirled through in a lightning-express train that leaves you no opportunity to look at the little details ,f wood, and lawn, and river. You notice two or three little peculiarities of style-one or two 'bits' of painting-and then you pull on your seven- leagued boots, and away you go." From George Ripley's Review of "The Household of Bourere " in farper'a Magazine. "'The Household of Bouverie' betrays everywere a daring boldness of conception, singular fertility of illustration, and a combined beauty and vigor of expression, which it would be difficult to match in any recent works of fiction. In these days, it is somewhat refreshing to meet with a female novel-writer like Mrs. Warfield. M ho displays in her works the unmistakable fire of genius, however terrific its brightness." From Marion Harland, author of "Alone," Hidden Path," etc. "'The Household of Bouverie,' by Mrs. Warfield, is a wonderful book. I have read it twice-the second time more carefully than the first-and I use the term 'wonderful,' because it best expresses the feeling uppermost in my mind, both while reading and thinking It over. As a piece of imaginative writing, I have seen nothing to equal it sinle the days of Edgar A. Poe, and I doubt whether he could have sustained himself and the reader through a book half the size of the ' Household of Bouverle.' I was literally hurried through it by my intense sympathy, my devouring curiosity-It was more than Interest. I read every- where-between the courses of the hotel-table, on the boat, in the cars-until I had swallowed the last line. This is no common occurrence with a veteran romance reader like myself." ,"- Above Books are for sale by all Booksellers at 81.75 each, or 810.60 for a complete set of the six volumes, or copies of either one or more of the above Books, or a complete set of the six volumes, will be sent at once, to any one, to any place, postpaid, or free of freaght, on remitting their price in a letter to the Publishers, T. B. PETERSON & BROTHERS, i0 CUsaTNLT STUELT, UHI'LADLLIPEI&, PA. "No fears hath she! Her giant form Majestically calm would go O'er wrathful surge, through blackening storm, 'Mid the deep darkness, white as snow! So stately her bearing, so proud her array, The main she will traverse forever and aye! Many ports shall exult in the gleam of her mast- Hush ! hush! thou vain dreamer, this hour is her last!" WILSON, "d Isle of Palms." "Then hold her Strictly confined in somnbre banishment, And doubt not but she will ere long, full gladly, Her freedom purchase at the price you name." " No, subtle snake! It is the baseness of thy selfish mind, Full of all guile, and cunning, and deceit, That severs us so far, and shall do ever." "Despair shall give me strength-where is the door Mine eyes are dark! I cannot find it now. O God I protect me in this awful pass ! " JOANNA BAILLIE, Tragedy of " Orra." This page in the original text is blank. SEA AND SHORE. BY MRS. C. A. WARFTELD. AUTHOR OF " THE HOUSEHOLD OF BOUVERIE." CHAPTER I. IT was a calm and hazy morning of Southern summer that on which I turned my face seaward from the " keep " of Beauseincourt, never, I knew, to see its time-stained walls again, save through the mirage of memory. There is an awe almost as solemn to me in a consciousness like this as that which attends the death-bed parting, and my straining eye takes in its last look of a familiar scene as it might do the ever-to-be-averted face of friendship. The refrain of Poe's even then celebrated poem was ringing through my brain on that sultry August day, I remember, like a tolling bell, as I looked ray last on the gloomy abode of the La Vignes; but I only said aloud, in answer to the sympathizing glances of one who sat before ine-the gentle and quiet Marion-who had sud- denly determined to accompany me to Savannah, nerved with unwonted impulse: "Madame de Stael was right when she said that 'nevermore ' was the saddest and most expressive word in the English tongue " (so harsh to her ears, usually). "I think she called it the sweetest, too, in sound; but to (21) SEA AND SHORE. me it is simply the most sorrowful, a knell of doom, and it fills my soul to-day to overflowing, for ' never, never more' shall I look on Beauseincourt 1 " "You cannot tell, Miss Harz, what time may do; you may still return to visit us in our retirement, you and Captain Wentworth," urged Marion, gently, leaning for ward, as she spoke, to take my hand in hers. " ' Time the tomb-builder'" fell from my lips ere they were aware. " That is a grand thought-one that I saw lately in a Western poem, the New-Year's address of a young editor of Kentucky called Prentice. Is it not splendid, Marion " " Very awful, rather," she responded, with a faint shudder. " Time the 'Icomforter,' let us say, instead, Miss Miriam-Time the 'v eil-spreader.'" "Why, Marion, you are quite poetic to-day, quite Greek! That is a sweet and tender saying of yours, and I shall garner it. I stand reproved, my child. All hon- or to Time, the mYerciful, whether he builds palaces or tombs ! but none the less do I reverence my young poet for that stupendous utterance of his soul. I shall watch the flight of that eaglet of the West with interest from this hour! May he aspire ! " "Not if he is a Jackson Democrat" broke in the usually gentle Alice Durand, fired with a ready defiance of all heterodox policy, common, if not peculiar, to that region. " Oh, but he is not; he is a good Whig instead-a Clay man, as we call such." " Not a Calhoun man, though, I suppose, so I would not give a snap of my fingers for him or his poetry I It is very natural, for you, Miss Harz," in a some- what deprecating tone, "b to praise your partisans. I 22 SEA AND SIJORE. would not have you neutral if I could, it is so contempt- ible." A little of the good doctor's spirit there, under all that exterior of meekness and modesty, I saw at a glance, and liked her none the less for it, if truth were told. And now we were nearing the gate, with its gray-stone pillars, on one of which, that from which the marble ball had rolled, to hide in the grass beneath, perchance, until the end of all, I had seen the joyous figure of Walter La Vigne so lightly poised on the occasion of my last exodus from Beauseincourt. A moment's pause, and the diffi- cult, disused bolts that had once exasperated the patience of Colonel La Vigne were drawn asunder, and the clank- ing gates clashed behind us as we emerged from the shad- owed domain into the glare and dust of the high-road. Here Major Favraud, accompanied by Duganne, await- ed us, seated in state in his lofty, stylish swung gig (with his tiny tiger behind), drawn tandem-wise by his high- stepping and peerless blooded bays, Castor and Pollux. Brothers, like the twins of Leda, they bad been bred in the blue-grass region of Kentucky and the vicinity of Ashland, and were worthy of their ancient pedigree, their perfect training and classic names, the last bestowed when he first became their owner, by Major Favraud, who, with a touch of the whip or a turn of the hand, controlled them to subjection, fiery coursers although they were! Dr. Durand, too, with his spacious and flame-lined gig, accompanied by his son, a lad of sixteen, awaited our arrival, and served to swell the cavalcade that wound slowly down the dusty road, with its sandy surface and red-clay substratum. A few young gentlemen on horse- back completed our cortage. Major Favraud sat holding his ribbons gracefully in 2.J SEA AND SHORE. one gauntleted hand, while he uncovered his head with the other, bowing suavely in his knightly fashion, as he said: " Come drive with me, Miss Harz, for a while, and let the young folks take it together." " Oh, no, Major Favraud; you must excuse me, in- deed ! I feel a little languid this morning, and I should be poor company. Besides, I cannot surrender my posi- tion as one of the young folks yet." "Nay, I have something to say to you-something very earnest. You shall be at no trouble to entertain me; but you must not refuse a poor, sad fellow a word of counsel and cheer. I shall think hard of you if you decline to let me drive you a little way. Besides, the freshness of the morning is all lost on you there. Now, set Marion a good example, and she will, in turn, enliven me later." So adjured, I consented to drive to the Fifteen-mile House with Major Favrand, and Duganne glided into the coach in my stead, to take my place and play vi'84-vi8 to Sylphy, who, as usual, was selected as traveling-compan- ion on this occasion, " to take kear of de young ladies." " I am so glad I have you all to myself once more, Miss Harz I I feel now that we are fast friends again. And I wanted to tell you, while I could speak of her, how much my poor wife liked you. (The time will come when I must not, dare not, you know.) But for circum- stances, she would have urged you to become our guest, or even in-dweller; but you know how it all was I I need not feign any longer, nor apologize either." "It must have been that she saw how lovely and Upirituelle I found her," I said, " and could not bear to be outdone in consideration, nor to owe a debt of social 24 SEA AND SHORE. gratitude. She knew so little of me. But these affini- ties are electric sometimes, I must believe." "Yes, there is more of that sort of thing on earth, perhaps, ' than is dreamed of in our philosophy '-antago- nism and attraction are always going on among us uncon- sciously." "I am inclined to believe so from my own expe. rience," I replied, vaguely, thinking, Heaven knows, of any thing at the moment rather than of him who sat beside me. " Your mind is on Wentworth, I perceive," he said, softly; after a short pause, "now give up your dream for a little while and listen to this sober reality-sober to- day, at least," he added, with a light laugh. " By-the- way, talking of magnetism, do you know, Miss Harz, I think you are the most universally magnetic woman I ever saw All the men fall in love with you, and the women don't hate you for it, either." " How perfectly the last assertion disproves the first !" I replied; " but I retract, I will not, even for the sake of a syllogism, abuse my own sex; women are never envious except when men make them so, by casting down among them the golden apple of admiration." " I know one man, at least, who never foments discord in this way I Wentworth, from the beginning, had eyes and ears for no one but yourself, yet I never dreamed the drama would be enacted so speedily; I own I was as much in the dark as anybody." I could not reply to this badinage, as in happier mo- ments I might have done, but said, digressively: "By-the-by, while I think of it, I must put down on my tablet the order of Mr. Vernon. He wants 'Long- fellow's Poems,' if for sale in Savannah. He has been permeating his brain with the ' Psalms of Life,' that have 2 25 SEA A ND SHORE. come out singly in the Knickerbocker AMagazine, until he craves every thing that pure and noble mind has thrown forth in the shape of a song." And I scribbled in my memorandum-book, for a mo- ment, while Major Favraud mused. "Longfellow I" he said, at last, "Pihcebus, what a name I " adding affectedly, " yet it seems to me, on reflec- tion, I have heard it before. He is a Yankee, of course ! Now, do you earnestly believe a native of New England, by descent a legitimate witch-burner, you know, can be any thing better than a poll-parrot in the poetical line" "Have we not proof to the contrary, Major Favraud " "What proof Metre and rhyme, I grant you-long and short-but show me the afflatus! They make verse with a penknife, like their wooden nutmegs. They are perfect Chinese for ingenuity and imitation, and the re- semblance to the real Simon-pure is very perfect -xter- nally. But when it comes to grating the nut for negus, we miss the aroma! " "Do you pretend that Bryant is not a poet in the grain, and that the wondrous boy, Willis, was not also ' to the manner born ' Read ' Thanatopsis,' or are you acquainted with it already I hardly think you can be. Read those scriptural poems." "A very smooth school-exercise the first, no more. There is not a heart-beat in the whole grind. As to Wil- lis-he failed egregiously, when he attempted to 'gild refined gold and paint the lily,' as he did in his so-called 'Sacred Poems.' He can spin a yarn pretty well, and coin a new word for a make-shift, amusingly, but save me from the foil-glitter of his poetry-" I ' It need not for one moment be supposed that the opinions of the author are represented through the extremist Favraud. To her Mr. Bryant stands forth as the high-priest of American poetry. 26 SEA AND SHORE. " This is surprising! You upset all precedent. I really wish you had not said these things. I now begin to see the truth of what my copy-book told me long ago, that ' evil association corrnpts good manners,' or I will vary it and substitute ' opinions.' I must eschew your society, in a literary way, I must indeed, Major Favraud." " Now comes along this strolling Longfellow minstrel," he continued, ignoring or not hearing my remark, " with hi8 dreary hurdy-gurdy to cap the climax. Heavens ! what a nasal twang the whole thing has to me. Not an original or cheerful note! ' Old Hundred' is joyful in comparison! " " You shall not say that," I interrupted; "you shall not dare to say that in my presence. It is sheer slander, that you have caught up fromn some malignant British review, and, like all other serpents, you are venomous in proportion to your blindness I I am vexed with you, that you will not see with the clear, discerning eyes God gave you originally." " But I do see with them, and very discerningly, not- withstanding your comparison. Now there is that 'Skel- eton in Armor,' his last effusion, I believe, that you are all making such a work over-fine-sounding thing enough, I grant you, ingenious rhyme, and all that. But I know where the framework came from! Old Drayton fur- nished that in his 'Battle of Agiucourt.'" Then in a clear, sonorous voice, he gave some specimens of each, so as to point the resemblance, real or imaginary. " You are content with mere externs in finding your similitudes, Major Favraud! In power of thoughts beauty of expression, what comparison is there Drayton's verse is poor and vapid, even mean, beside Longfellow's." " I grant you that. I have never for one moment dis- 27 SEA AND SHORE. puted the ability of those Yankees. Their manufacturing talents are above all praise, but when it comes to the 'God-fire,' as an old German teacher of mine used to say, our simple Southern poets leave them all behind-' Beat them all hollow,' would be their own expression. You see, Miss Harz, that Cavalier blood of ours, that inspired the old English bards, wi tell, in spite of circumstances." "But genius is of no rank-no blood-no clime I What court poet of his day, Major Favraud, compared with Robert Burns for feeling, fire, and pathos Who ever sung such siren strains as Moore, a simple Irishman of low degree No Cavalier blood there, I fancy! What power, what beauty in the poems of Walter Scott! By- ron was a poet in spite of his condition, not because of it. Hear Barry Cornwall-how he stirs the blood I What trumpet like to Campbell! What mortal voice like to Shelley's the hybrid angel! What full orchestra sur- passed Coleridge for harmony and brilliancy of effect Who paints panoramas like Southey Who charms like Wordsworth Yet these were men of medium condi- tion, all-I hate the conceits of Cowley, Waller, Sir John Suckling, Carew, and the like. All of your Cavalier type, I believe, a set of hollow pretenders mostly." " All this is overwhelming, I grant," bowing deferen- tiallv. " But I return to my first idea, that Puritan blood was not exactly fit to engender genius; and that in the rich, careless Southern nature there lurks a vein of undeveloped song that shall yet exonerate America from the charge of poverty of genius, brought by the haughty Briton! Yes, we will sing yet a mightier strain than has ever been poured since the time of Shakespeare! and in that good time coming weave a grander heroic poem than any since the days of HomerI Then men's souls 28 SEA AND SHORE. shall have been tried in the furnace of affliction, and Greek meets not Greek, but Yankee. For we South- erners only bide our time! " And he cut his spirited lead-horse, until it leaped for- ward suddenly, as though to vent his excitement, and, setting his small white teeth sternly, with an eve like a burning coal. looked forward into space, his whole face contracting. "The Southern lyre has been but lightly swept so far, Miss Harz," he continued, a moment later, " and only by the fingers of love; we need Bellona to give tone to our orchestra." I could not forbear reciting somewhat derisively the old couplet- "'Sound the trumpet, beat the drum, Tremble France, we come, we come I' "Is that the style Major Favraud " I asked. " I remember the time when I thought these two lines the most soul-stirring in the language-they seem very bom- bastic now, in my maturity." He smiled, and said: " The time is not come for our war-poem, and, as for love, let me give you one strain of Pinckney's to begin with; " and, without waiting for per- mission, he recited the beautiful " Pledge," with which all readers are now familiar, little known then, however, beyond the limits of the South, and entirely new to me, beginning with- "I fill this cup to one made up Of loveliness alone, A woman of her gentle sex The seeming paragon "- continuing to the end with eloquence and spirit. "Now, that is poetry, Miss Harz! the. real afflatus is there; the bead on the wine; the dew on the rose; the 29 SEA AND SHOR1E. bloom on the grape! Nothing wanting that constitutes the indefinable divine thing called genius! You under- stand my idea, of course; explanations are superfluous." I assented mutely, scarce knowing why I did so. " Now, hear another." And the woods rang with h- clear, sonorous accents as he declaimed, a little too scan- ningly, perhaps-too much like an enthusiastic boy: "Love lurks upon my lady's lip, His bow is figured there; Within her eyes his arrows sleep; His fetters are-her hair! " "I call that nothing but a bundle of conceits, Major Favraud, mostly of the days of Charles II., of Roches- ter himself-" interrupting him as I in turn was inter- rupted. " But hear further,") and he proceeded to the end of that marvelous ebullition of foam and fervor, such as celebrated the birth of Aphrodite herself-perchance in the old Greek time; and which, despite my perverse inten- tions. stirred me as if I had quaffed a draught of pink champagne. Is it not, indeed, all coullkur de ro8e Hear this bit of melody, my reader, sitting in supreme judgment, and perhaps contempt, on your throne apart: 'Upon her cheek the crimson ray By changes comes and goes, As rosy-hued Aurora's play Along the polar snows; Gay as the insect-bird that sips From scented flowers the dew- Pure as the snowy swan that dips Its wings in waters blue; Sweet thoughts are mirrored on her face, Like clouds on the calm sea, And every motion is a grace, Each word a melody '" 30 SEA AND SHORE. " Yes, that is true poetry, I acknowledge, Major Fa- vraud," I exclaimed, not at all humbled by conviction, though a little annoyed at the pointed manner in which he gave (looking in my face as he did so) these conclud- ing lines: "Say from what fair and sunny shore, Fair wanderer, dost thou rove, Lest what I only should adore I heedless think to love I " "The character of Pinckney's genius," I rejoined, " is, I think, essentially like that of Praed, the last literary phase with me-for I am geological in my poetry, and take it in strata. But I am more generous to your South- ern bard than you are to our glorious Longfellow! I don't call that imitation, but coincidence, the oneness of genius! I do not even insinuate plagiarism." My man- ner, cool and careless, steadied his own. " You are right: our ' Shortfellow' was incapable of any thing of the sort. Peace be to his ashes ! With all his nerve and vim, he died of melancholy, I believe. As good an end as any, however, and certainly highly respect- able. But you know what Wordsworth says in his 'School-master '- "' If there is one that may bemoan His kindred laid in earth, The household hearts that were his own, It is the man of mirth.'" He sighed as he concluded his quotation-sighed, and slackened the pace of his flying steeds. " But give me something of Praed's in return," he said, rallying sudden- ly; " is there not a pretty little thing called ' How shall I woo her I "' glancing archly and somewhat impertinently at me, I thought-or, perhaps, what would simply have 31 SEA AND SHORE amused me in another man and mood shocked me in him, the recent widower-widowed, too, under such peculia and awful circumstances! I did not reflect sufficiently perhaps, on his ignorance of many of these last. How I deplored his levity, which nothing could over- come or restrain; and yet beneath which I even then believed lay depths of anguish! How I wished that in- fluence of mine could prevail to induce him to divide his dual nature, " To throw away the worser part of it, and live the purer with the better half!" But I could only show disapprobation by the gravity of my silence. "So you will not give me 'How shall I woo her' Miss Harz" a little embarrassed, I perceived, by my manner. " I have a fancy for the title, nevertheless, not having heard any more, and should be glad to hear the whole poem. But you are prudish to-day, I fancy." "No, there is nothing in that poem, certainly, that angels might not hear approvingly; but it would sadden you, Major Favraud." " I will take the chance of that," laughing. " Come, the poem, if you care to please your driver, and reward his care. See how skillfully I avoided that fallen branch -suppose I were to be spiteful, and upset you against this stump " Any thing was preferable to his levity; and, as I had warned him of the possible effect of the poem he solicited, I could not be accused of want of consideration in recit- ing it. Besides, he deserved the lesson, the stern lesson that it taught. As this could in no way be understood by such of my readers as are unacquainted with this little gem, I ven- ture to give it here-exquisite, passionate utterance that it is, though little known to fame, at least at this writing: 32 SEA AND SHORE. "'How shall I woo her I will stand Beside her when she sings, And watch her fine and fairy hand Flit o'er the quivering strings ! But shall I tell her I have heard, Though sweet her song may be, A voice where every whispered word Was more than song to me "'How shall I woo her I will gaze, In sad and silent trance, On those blue eyes whose liquid rays Look love in every glance. But shall I tell her eyes more bright, Though bright her own may beam, Will fling a deeper spell to-night Upon me in my dream "I I hesitated. "Let me stop here, Major Favrraud, I counsel you," I interpolated, earnestly; 'but be only re- joined : "No, no! proceed, I entreat you ! it is very beautiful -very totlching, too! " Speaking calmly, and slacking rein, so that the grating of the wieels among the stems of the scarlet lychni8, that grew in immense patches on our road, might not disturb his sense of hearing, which, by-the-way, was exquisitely nice and fastidious. "As you please, then;" and I continued the recita- tion. "'How shall I woo her I will try The charms of olden time, And swear by earth, and sea, and sky, And rave in prose and rhyme- And I will tell her, when I bent My knee in other years, I was not half so eloquent; I could not speak-for tears! " 3 SEA AND SHORE. I watched him narrowly; the spell was working now; the poet's hand was sweeping, with a gust of power, that harp of a thousand strings, the wondrous human heart! And I again pursued, in suppressed tones of heart-felt emotion, the pathetic strain that he had evoked with an idea of its frivolity alone: "'How shall I woo her I will bow Before the holy shrine, And pray the prayer, and vow the vow, And press her lips to mine And I will tell her, when she starts From passion's thrilling kiss, That memory to many hearts Is dearer far than bliss V"' It was reserved for the concluding verse to unnerve him completely; a verse which I rendered with all the pathos of which I was capable, with a view to its final effect, I confess: "'Away! away I the chords are mute, The bond is rent in twain; You cannot wake the silent lute, Or clasp its links again. Love's toil, I know, is little cost; Love's perjury is light sin; But souls that lose what I have lost, What have they left to win "' "What, indeed" he exclaimed, impetuously-tears now streaming over his olive cheeks. He flung the reins to me with a quick, convulsive motion, and covered his face with his hands. Groans burst from his murmuring lips, and the great deeps of sorrow gave up their secrets. I was sorry to have so stirred him to the depths by any act or words of mine, and yet I enjoyed the certainty of his anguish. 34 SEA AND SHORE. I checked the horses beneath a magnolia-tree, and sat quietly waiting for the flood of emotion to subside as for him to take the initiative. I had no word to say, no consolation to offer. Nay, after consideration, rather did I glory in his grief, which redeemed his nature in my es- timation, though grieved in turn to have afflicted him. For, in spite of all his faults, and my earlier prejudices, I loved this impulsive Southron man, as Scott has it, " right brotherly." At last, looking up grave, tearless, and pale, and re- suming his reins without apology for having surrendered them, he said, abruptly: " All is so vain I Such mockery now to me! She was the sole reality of this universe to my heart! I grapple with shadows unceasingly. There is not on the face of this globe a more desolate wretch. You under. stand this! You feel for me, you do not deride me! You know how perfect, how spiritual she was! You loved her well-I saw it in your eyes, your manner-and for that, if nothing else, you have my heart-felt gratitude. So few appreciated her unearthly purity. Yet, was it not strange she should have loved a man so gross, so steeped in sen- suous, thoughtless enjoyment-so remote from God as I am-have ever been But the song speaks for me"- waving his gauntleted hand-" better than I can speak: "'Away I away! the chords are mute, The bond is rent in twain.," " I shall never marry again-never! Miss Miriam, I know now, and shall know evermore, in all its fullness, and weariness, and bitterness, the meaning of that terri- ble word-alone! Eternal solitude. The Robinson Cru- soe of society. A sort of social Daniel Boone. ' Thus 35 SEA AND SHORE. you must ever consider me. And yet, just think of it, Miss Harz ! " " Oh, but you will not always feel so; there may come a time of reaction." I hesitated. It was not my purpose to encourage change. " No, never! never! " he interrupted, passionately; "don't even suggest it-don't I and check me sternly if ever I forget my grief again in frivolity of any sort in your presence. You are a noble, sweet woman, with breadth enough of character to make allowances for the shortcomings of a poor, miserable man like me-trying to cheat himself back into gayety and the interests of life. I have sisters, but they are not like you. I wish to Heaven they were I There is not a woman in the world on whom I have any claimon whose shoulder I can lean my head and take a hearty cry. And what are men at such a season Mocking fiends, usually, the best of them! I shall go abroad, Miss Harz. I am no anchor- ite. You will hear of me as a gay man of the world, perhaps; but, as to being happy, that can never be again ! The bubble of life has burst, and my existence falls flat to the earth. Victor Favraud, that airy nothing, is scarcely a ' local habitation and a name' now ! " "Let him make a name, then," I urged. "With militarv talents like yours, Major Favraud, the road to distinction will soon be open to you. Our approaching difficulties with France-_" "Oh, that will all be patched up, or has been, by this time. Van Buren is a crafty but peace-loving fox I Some- thing of an epicurean, too, in his high estate. What grim old Jackson left half healed, he will complete the cure of. Ah, Miss Harz, I had hoped to flesh my sword in a nobler cause! " 36 SEA AND SHORE.7 I knew what he meant. That dream of nullification was still uppermost in his soul-dispersed, as it was, in the eyes of all reasonable men. I shook my head. " Thank God ! all that is over," I said, gravely, fervent- ly; '"and my prayer to Him is that he may vouchsafe to preserve us for evermore an unbroken people I " " May He help Israel when the time comes," he mur- mured low, "t Ir come it will, Miss Harz, as surely as there is a sun in the heavens! 'and may I be there to see !' as John Gilpin said, or some one of him-which was it " And, whipping up his lagging steeds as we gained the open road, we emerged swiftly from the shadows of the forest-between nodding cornfields, already helmed and plumed for the harvest, and plantations green with thrifty cotton-plants, with their half-formed bolls, promising such bounteous yield, and meadows covered with the tufted Bermuda grass, with its golden-green verdure, we sped our way toward Lenoir's Landing. This peninsula was formed by the junction of two rivers, between which intervened a narrow point of land, with a background of steep hills, covered with a growth of black-jack and yellow-pine to the summit. Here was a ferry with its Charon-like boat, of the primitive sort- a flat barge, poled over by negroes, and capable of con- taining at one time many bales of cotton, a stage- coach or wagon with four horses, besides passengers ad libitum. This ferry constituted the chief source of revenue of Madame Gramnbeau, an old French lady, remarkable in many ways. She kept the stage-house hard by, with its neat picketed inelosure, its overhanging live- oak trees and small trim parterre, gay at this season with various 37 SEA A ND SHORE. annual flowers, scarce worth the cultivation, one would think, in that land of gorgeous perennial bloom. But Queen Margarets, ragged robins, variegated balsams, and tawny marigolds, have their associations, doubtless, to make them dear and valuable to the foreign heart, to which they seem essential, wherever a plot of ground be in possession. Mignonette, I have observed, is a special passion with the French exile, recalling, doubtless, the narrow boxes, fitted to the stone window-sill of certain former lofty lodgings across the sea, perhaps, situated in the heart of some great city, and overlooking roofs and court-yards- the street being quite out of the question in such a view, distant, as it seems, from them, as the sky itself, though in an opposite direction. I have used the word " exile " advisedly with regard to Madame Grambeau, and not figuratively at all. She was, 1 had been told, a bourgeoise,.of good class, who had taken part in the early revolution, but who, when the canacile triumphed and drenched the land in blood, in the second phase of that fearful outburst of volcanic feeling, had fled before the whirlwind with her child and husband to embark for America. At the point of embarcation- like Evang-eline-the husband and wife had been separated accidentally, and on her arrival in a strange land she found herself alone and penniless with her son, scarce six years old. Her husband had been carried to a Southern port, she learned by the merest chance, and, disguising herself in man's attire, and leading her little son by the hand, she set forth in quest of him, carrying with her a violin, which, together with the clothes she wore, had been found in the trunk of Monsieur Grambeau, brought on the vessel in which she came, but whioh depository she 38 SEA AND SHORE. had been obliged to abandon, when setting forth on her pilgrimage. She was no unskillful performer on this instrument, and solely by such aid she gained her food and lodging to the interior of Georgia. Reaching her. destination after a long and painful journey and delays of many kinds, she found her husband living in a log-hut, on the border of Talupa River, a hut which-he had built himself, and earn- ing his bread by ferrying travellers across that stream. Yet here, with the characteristic contentment of her people under all circumstances, she settled down quietly to aid him and make his home happy; bore him many children (most of whom were dead at the time I saw her, as those living were separated from her at that period), reared and educated them herself, toiled for and with them, late and early, strained every nerve in the arduous cause of duty, and found herself, in extreme old age, widowed and alone, having amassed but little of the world's lucre, yet cheerful and energetic even if depend- ent still on her own exertions. All this and much more I had heard before I saw Madame Grambeau or her abode-a picturesque affair in itself, however humble-consisting originally of a log- house, to which more recently white frame wings had been attached, projecting a few feet in front of the primi- tive building, and connected thereto by a shed-roofed gal- lery, which embraced the whole front of the log-cottage, along which ran puncheon-steps the entire length of the grand original tree-trunk, as of the porch itself. It was a triumph of rural art. Over this portico, so low in front as barely to admit the passage of a tall man beneath its eaves, without stooping, a wild multiflora rose, then in full flower, was artistically 39 SEA AND SHORE. trained so as to present a series of arches to the eye as the wayfarer approached the dwelling; no tapestry was ever half so lovely. The path which led from the little white gate, with its swinging chain and ball, was covered with river-pebbles and shells, and bordered by box, trimly clipped and kept low, and the two broad steps, that led to the porch, bore evidence of recent scouring, though rough and unpainted. Framed in one of those pointed natural cathedral-win- dows of vivid green, gemmed with red roses, of which the division-posts of the porch formed the white outlines, stood the most remarkable-looking aged woman I have ever seen. At a first glance, indeed, the question of sex would have arisen, and been found difficult to decide. Her at- tire seemed that of a friar, even to the small scalloped cape that scantily covered her shoulders, and the coarse black serge, of which her strait gown was composed, leav- ing exposed her neatly though coarsely clad feet, with their snow-white home-knit stockings, and low-quartered, well-polished calf-skin shoes, confined with steel buckles, and elevated on heels, then worn by men alone. She wore a white habit shirt, the collar, bosom, and wristbands of which were visible; but no cap covered her silver hair, which was cropped in the neck, and divided at one side in true manly fashion. It was brushed well back from her expansive, fair, and unwrinkled forehead, beneath which large blue eyes looked out with that strange solemnity we see alone in the orbs of young, thoughtful children, or the very old. Scott's description of the " Monk of Melrose Abbey" occurred to me, as I gazed on this calm and striking figure: "And strangely on the knight looked he, And his blue eyes gleamed wild and wide." 40 SEA AND SHOP, 41 She stood wvatclhing our approach, leaning with both hands on her ebony, silver-headed cane, above whith she stooped slightly, her aged and somewhat severe, but serene face fully turned toward us, in the clear light of morning, with a grave majesty of aspect. Above her head in its wicker cage swung the gray and crimson parrot, of which Sylphy had spoken, and to which, it may be remembered, she had so irreverently likened her master on one occasion; bursting forth, ad it saw us coming, into a shrill, stereotyped phrase of wel- come-" Bien venu, compa&riote," that was irresistibly ludicrous and irrelevant. " Tremble, France! we come we come," said Major Favraud; " there's your quotation well applied this time, Miss Harz! It is impressive, after all." " Hush! she will hear you," I remonstrated, quite awed in that still, majestic presence, for now we stood before our aged hostess, who, with a cold but stately politeness after Major Favraud's salutation and introduction, waved us in and across her threshold. As for Major Favraud, he had turned to leave us on the door-sill, to see to the com- fort and safety of his horses; not liking, perhaps, the am pearance of the superannuated ostler, who lounged near the stable of the inn, if such might be called this rustic retreat without sign, lodging, or bar-rooms. " Are we in the mansion of a decayed queen, or the log-hut of a wayside innkeeper" I questioned low of Marion. " Both in one, it seems to me," was the reply. " But Madame Grarnbeau is no curiosity, no novelty to me, I have stopped here so frequently. I ought to have told you, before we came, not to be surprised." Pausing at the door of a large, square room, from 4 41 SEA AND SHORE. which voices proceeded, she invited us with a singularly graceful though formal courtesy to enter, smiling and pointing forward silently as she did so, and then, like Major Favraud, she turned and abandoned us at the door- sill, on which we stood riveted for a moment by the sound of a vibrant and eager voice speaking some never-to-be- forgotten words. " For the slave is the coral-insect of the South," said the voice within; "insignificant in himself, he rears a giant structure-which will yet cause the wreck of the ship of state, 'should its keel grate too closely on that adamantine wall. 'L'eitat c'egt nwi,' said Louis XIV., and that 'slavery is the South' is as true an utterance. Our staple-our patriarchal institution-our prosperity- are one and indissoluble, and the sooner the issue comes the better for the nation! " Standing with his hand on the back of a chair near the casement-window of the large, low apartment, in close conversation with two other gentlemen, was the speaker of these remarkable words, which embraced the whole genius and policy of the South as it then existed, and which were delivered in those clear and perfectly modu- lated tones that bespeak the practised orator and the man of dominant energies. I felt instinctively that I stood in the presence of one of the anointed princes of the earth-felt it, and was thrilled. " Do you know that gentleman, Marion " I whispered, as we seated ourselves on the old-fashioned settle, or rather sofa, in one corner of the room, gazing admiringly, as I spoke, on the tall, slight figure, with its air of power and poise, that stood at some distance, with averted face. " No, I have no idea who it is, or who are his com- 42 REA AND SHORE. panions either," she replied; "unless "-hesitating with scrutiny in her eves- "His companions, I do not care to question of them! -but that man himself-the speaker-has a sovereign presence ! Can it be possible-" The entrance of Major Favraud interrupted further conjecture, for at the sound of those emphatic boots the stranger turned, and for one moment the splendor of his large dark eyes, in their iron framing, met my own, then passed recognizingly on to rest on the face of Major Favraud, and advancing with extended hands, made more cordial by his voice and smile, be greeted him familiarly as " Victor." Major Favraud stood for a moment spell-bound-then suddenly rushing forward, flung his hat to the floor, caught the hand of the stranger between his own and pressed it to his heart. (To his lips, I think, he would faIin have lifted it, falling on one knee, perchance, at the same time in a knightly fashion of hero-worship that modern reticence forbids.) But he contented himself with exclaiming: " Mr. Calhoun ! best of friends, welcome back to Georgia! " And tears started to his eyes and choked his utterance. Thus was my conjecture confirmed. I never felt so thrilled, so elated, by any presence. There was a momentary pause after this fervent greet- ing, emotional on one part only. "But why did you not meet me at Milledgeville" asked Mr. Calhoun. " Most of my friends in this vicinity sustained me there. I have been discussing the great question' again,-Favraud, and I should have been glad of your countenance." l The tariff. 43 SEA AND SHORE. "I have been detained at home of late by a cruel necessity," was the faltering reply, " or I should never have played recreant to my old master." "Good fortune spoiled me a fine lawyer in your case, Victor ! But introduce me to your wife. Remeinber, I have never had the pleasure of meeting Madame Fa- vrand," advancing, as he spoke, toward me, with his hand on Major Favraud's shoulder (above whom he towered by a head), courteously and impulsively. " Miss Harz, Miss La Vigne, Miss Durand-Mr. Cal- houn," said Major Favraud, pale as death now, and tremn- bling as he spoke. " These ladies are friends of mine- one, a distant relative "-he hesitated-" within the last six weeks I have had the misfortune to lose my wife, Mr. Calhoun. You understand matters better now." All conversation was cut short by this sudden an- nouncement. Deeply shocked, Mr. Calhoun led Major Favraud aside, with a brief apology to me for his misap- prehension, and they stood together, talking low, at the extreme end of the apartment, affording me thus an ad- mirable opportunity for observing the per8onnel of the great Southern leader, during the brief space of time accorded by the change of stage-horses. For, with his friends, he was then en route for another appointment. He was canvassing the State, with a view to a final rally of its resources, preparatory to his last great effort-to scotch the serpent of the North, which finally, however, wound its insidious folds around the heart of brotherly affection, stifling it, as the snakes of fable were sent to do the baby Hercules. No picture of Mr. Calhoun has ever done him justice, Since writing the above, the admirable picture of Mr. Healey has filled tLis void; and those who have seen good copies of this work, executed for 44 SEA AND SHORE. although his was a physiognomiiy that an artist could scarcely fail to make an extern likeness of, from its re- markable characteristics. It was truly an iron-bound face, condensed, powerful in every nerve, muscle, and linea- ment, and fraught, beyond almost all others, with intellect and resolution. But the glory and power of that glance and smile no painter could convey-those attributes of man which more fully than aught else betray the immor- tal soul ! Just as I beheld him that day, bending above Major Favraud in his tender, half-paternal dignity and solicitude combined, soothing and condoling with him (I could not doubt, from the expression of his speaking countenance), I see him still in mental vision; nor can I wonder more at the depth and strength of enthusiasm he awakened in the hearts of his friends. It belongs not to every great man to excite this devo- tion, yet, where it blends with greatness, it is irresistible. Mohammed, Cyrus, Alexander, Darius, Pericles, Napo- leon, were thus magnetically gifted. I recall few instances of others so distinguished in station who possessed this power, which has its root, perhaps, after all, in the great master-passion of mortality, the yearning for exalted sym- pathy, so seldom accorded. This observation of mine was but a glimpse ait best, for the winding of the stage-horn was the signal for Mr. Calhoun's departure, and I never saw him more. But that glimpse alone opened to my eyes a mighty volume! and by the order of Louis Philippe, may have a clear idea of that glorious countenance, the like of which we shall not see again. Perhaps it was from this very personal magnetism of which I have spoken that Healev succeeded better with the portrait of Mr. Calhoun than any of the others he was seat to this country to paint. 4.5 SEA AND SHORE. A few days before I should have rejected as wean- some the details to which I listened with eagerness now, and which I even sought to elicit as to Mr. Calhoun-his mode of life, his mountain-home, and his passion for those heights he inhabited, and which, no doubt, contributed to train his character to energy and strengthen his phy- sique to endure its brain-burden. I heard with pleas- ure the account of one who had passed much of his youth beneath his roof, and who, however enthusiastic, was, in the very framing of his nature, strictly truthful with regard to the mutual devotion of the master and slaves, the invariable courtesy and sweetness of his deportment to his own family, his justice and regard for the feelings of his lowest defendant, his simplicity, his cheerfulness. "A grave and even gloomy man in public life, fie is all life and interest in the social circle," said Major Fa- vraud. " His range of thought is the grandest and most unlimited, his powers of conversation are the rarest I have ever met with. Yet he never refused, on any occasion, to answer with minuteness the inquiries of the smallest child or most insignificant dependant. 'Had he not been Alex- ander, he must have been Parmenio.' Had fortune not struck out for him the path of a statesman, he would have made the most impressive and perfect of teachers. As it was, without the slightest approach to pcdagogism, he involuntarily instructed all who came near him, without effort or weariness on either side." "Does he love music-poetry " I asked. "Oh, yes; Scottish songs and classic verse, especially, are his delights. He has no affectation. His tastes are all his own-his opinions all genuine. He is, indeed, a man of very varied attainment, as well as great grasp of intellect. Yet, as you see, lie likes his opposites some- 46 SEA AND SHORE. times, Miss IHarz," and he laid his hand proudly on his own manlly breast. Talking thus in that large, low, scantily-furnislhed par- lor, with its split-bottomed chairs, in primitive frames (and in somewhat strange contrast to its well-polished mallogany tables, dark with time, and walls adorned with good engravings), with its floor freshly scoured and sanded, while a simple deal stand in the centre bore a vase filled with the rarest and most exquisite wild-flowers I bad ever seen (from the gorgeous amaryllis and hibis- cus of these regions, down to wax-like blossoms of fragile delicacy and beauty, whose very names I knew not), and its many small diamond-paned casement-windows, all neatly curtained with coarse white muslin bordered with blue, time passed unconsciously until the noonday meal was announced. We followed the Mercury of the establishment, a grave-looking little yellow bov, who seemed to have grown prematurely old, from his constant companionship, probably, with his preceptor and mistress, into a long, low apartment in the rear of the dwelling, where a table was spread for our party, with a damask cloth and nap- kins, decorated china and cut-glass, that proved Madame Grambeau's personal superintendence; and which elicited from Major Favraud, as he entered, a long, low whistle of approval and surprise, and the exclamation " Hell I nma- dame! you are overwhelming us to-day with your mag- nificence." I was amused with the response. " Sit down, Victor Favraud, and eat your dinner Christian-like, without remarks I You have never got over the spoiling you received when you lay wounded under this roof. I shall indulge you no longer." Shaking her long forefinger at 47 SEA AND SIIORE. him. "Your familiarity needs to be checked." Her manner of grave and kindly irony removed all impres- sion of rebuke from this speech, which Major Favraud received very coolly, spoiled child that he really was, rub- bing his hands as he took the foot of the table. At the sight of the bouilli before him, from which a savory steam ascended to his epicurean nostrils, he said, notwith- standing: "Soup and bouilli tool Ah, madame, I see why you absented yourself so cruelly this morning. You have been engaged in good works ! " " Only the sauces, Favraud !-8eulement Ie8 8auces." " The sauces-it's just that 1-Ude is a mere charlatan in comparison," turning to me. "Miss lHarz, you never tasted any thing before like madame's soup and sauces. I wish she would take me in partnership for a while, if only to teach me the recipes that will otherwise die with her. What a restaurant we two could keep together! " " You are too unsteady, Favraud, for my m7aitre d'hdtel. Your mind is too much engrossed by the bub- bles of politics, you would spoil all iny materials, and realize the old proverb that ' the devil sends cooks.' But go to work like a good fellow, and carve the dish be- fore you; by that titne the soup will be removed. I have a fine fish, however, in reserve (let me announce this at once), for my end of the table." "H Here are croquets too, as I live," said Duganne, lift- ing a cover before him and peeping in, then returning it quietly to its place. " Are you a fairy, madame" "Much more like a witch," she said, with gayety. "You young men, at least, think every old, toothless gray- haired crone like me ready for the stake, you know." " Not when they make such steaks," said Dr. Durand, at. tacking the dish, with its savory surroundings, before him. 48 SEA AND SHORE. " Ah I you make calembourgs, my good doctor.- What do you call them, Favraud It is one of the few English words I do not know-or forget. I believe, to make them, however, is a medical peculiarity." " Puns, madame, puns, not pills. Don't forget it now. It is time you were beginning to master our language. You know you are almost grown up! " and Favraud looked at her saucily. "A language which madame speaks more perfectly than any foreigner I have ever known," I remarked. She bowed in answer, well pleased. In truth, the accent of Madame Grambeau was barely detectable, and her phraseology was that of a well-trans- lated book-correct, but not idiomatic, and bearing about it the idiosyncrasy of the language from which it was de- rived. She was evidently a person of culture and native power of intellect combined, and her finely-moulded face, as well as every gesture and tone, indicated superiority and character. In that lonely wild, and beneath that lowly roof, there abode a spirit able and worthy to lead the coteries of the great, and to preside over the councils of statesmen, and (to rise in climax) the drawing-room of the grande monde. But it was her whim rather than her necessity to tarry where she could alone be strictly independent, a sine qua non of her being. The son she had led by the hand from New York to Georgia, and who, standing by her side, distinctly remem- bered to have seen the head of the Princess Lamballe borne on a pole through the streets of Paris, was now a prominent member of the Legislature, and, through his rich wife, the incumbent of a great plantation. But the teachings of Jean-Jacques Rousseau, that phil- 5 49 SEA AND SHORE. osophic sign-post, still influenced his mother, in her re- fusal to live under his splendid roof, and partake of his bounty, however liberally offered. " I have a home of mly own," she said, " a few faith- ful servants, brains, and energy still, besides a small account with General Curzon, in his bank at Savannah, wherewith to meet emergencies; while these things last, I will owe to no man or woman for bread or shelter. And, when these depart, may the grave cover my bones, and the good God receive my soul! " Books alone she accepted as gifts from her son, and of these, in a little three-cornered library, she had a good- ly store in the two languages which she read with equal facility, if not delight. She showed us this nook before we left, and I saw, lying face downward, as she had recently left it, the vol- ume she was then perusing at intervals-one of Madame Sand's novels, " Les Mauprats," I remember, a singular and powerful romance, then recently issued, whose root I have always thought might be found in Walter Scott's "Rob Roy," and more particularly in the Osbaldistone family commemorated in that work. On suggesting this to Madame Grambeau, she too saw the resemblance I spoke of, and she agreed, with me, that the coincidence of genius furnished many such parallels, where no charge of plagiarism could be attached to either side. A few bottles of "wild-berry wine," as Elizabeth Barrett called such fluids, were added to the dinner toward its close, and Marion begged permission to have her basket of cakes and fruits brought in for dessert, which else had been wanting to our repast; to which re- quest Madame Grambeau graciously acceded. 5o SEA AND SHORE. "I make no confections," she said, " but I have lived on the juices of good meats, well prepared, with such vege- tables as the Lord lets grow in this poor region, many years, and behold I am old and still able to do his service! " " And a little good wine, too, occasionally-eh, ma- dame " added Major Favraud, impertinently. " When attainable, Favraud. You drank good wine yourself, when you were here, and I partook with you moderately. But I buy none such. I drown not, Clar- ence-like, even in butts of malmsey, my hard-earned gold; and I own I am not fond of the juices of the muscadine of your hills; " and she tapped her snuffbox. "You are going to hear her talk now," whispered Favraud; "that is a sign-equal to General Finistere's the snuffbox tapping, I mean. The oracle is beginning to arouse! Come ! let me stir her further ! " and he in- clined his head before her. " I'll tell you what, madame, you must take a little cognac to keep off the chills of age. I have some of the best, and will send you down a demijohn, if you say the word; and in return you shall pray for me. I am a great sinner, Miss Harz thinks." " Miss Harz is correct; and we will both promise you our prayers. She, too, is Catholic, I hope. No I re- gret so, for her own sake; but your brandy I reject, Vic- tor; remember that, and offend me not by sending it. You must not forget the fate of your malvoisie." "Ah, madame, that was cruel ! but I have forgiven you long since. I think, however, that the grape-vines bore better that year than ever before-thus watered, or wined, I mean.-Just think of it, Miss Harz! To pour good wine round the roots of a Fontaineblean grape, rath- er than replenish the springs of life with it I Was there SEA AND SHORE. ever waste like that since Cleopatra dissolved her pearl in vinegar" "Miss Harz will agree with me that a principle that could not resist the gift of a dozen bottles of choice wine was little worth. Of such stuff was made not the fathers of your Revolution. But stay, there is an explanation due to me, yet unrendered,' she pursued. " I am a puz- zled bourigeoise, I confess," she said, shaking her head. "Come, Favraud, explain. Who is this young lady " "A bourgeoiae also," I replied for him, anxious to turn the tide of conversation into another channel for some reasons. "I had thought you an expatriated mar- quise, at least, madame ! " I continued. " As for me, I am simply a governess." "It is my glory, mademoiselle, to have been of that class to which belonged Madame Roland herself, and which represented that ju8te milieu which maintained the balance of society in France. When the dregs of the ba8 _peuple rose to the surface of the revolution, com- menced by the sound middle classes, we regarded the scum of aristocracy as the smaller of the two evils. As soon as the true element had ceased to assert itself in France, I fled forever from a land of bloodshed and mis- rule, and took shelter under the broad wing of your boasted American eagle." " Which still continues to flap over you shelteringly, madame," I rejoined, somewhat flippantly, I fear, " and will to the end, no doubt; for, in its very organization, our country can never be subjected to the fluctuations of other lands-revolt and revolution." " I am not so certain of this," she observed, shaking her white head slowly as she spoke, and, lifting a pinch of snuff from her tortoise-shell box (the companion of her 52 SEA AN D SHORE. whole married life, as she acquainted us), she inhaled it with an air of meditative self-complacency, then offered it quietly to the gentlemen, who were still sitting over their wine and peaches; passing by Marion, Alice Du- rand, and myself, completely, in this ovation. " Good snuff is not to be sneezed at," said Major Fa- vraud. " None offered to young ladies, it seems," taking a huge pinch, and thrusting it bravely up his nostrils, as one takes a spoonful of unpleasant medicine. Then con- tradicting his own assertion immediately afterward, he succeeded in expelling most of it in a series of violent sternutatory spasms, which left him breathless, red-faced, and watery-eyed, with a handkerchief much begrimed. But Madame Grambeau seemed not to have noticed this ridiculous proceeding, which, of course, created ino- mentary mirth at the expense of the penitent Favraud, to whom Dr. Durand repeated the tantalizing saying, that " it is a royal privilege to take snuff gracefully "-giving the example as he spoke, in a mock-heroic manner, quite as absurd and irrelevant as Favraud's own. Lost in deep thought, and gently tapping her snuff- box as she mused-the tripod of her inspiration, as it seemed-Madame Grambeau sat silently, with what mem- ories of the past and what insight into the future none can know save those like herself grown hoary with wis- dom and experience. At last she spoke, addressing her remarks to me, as though the careless words I had hazarded had just been spoken, and the attention of her hearers undiverted by divers absurdities-among others the affected gambols of Duganne-anxious to place himself in an agreeable aspect before both of his inamorata8, past and present. "I do not agree with vou, mademoiselle. I am one 5-3 SEA AND SHORE. of those who think that in the very framing of this Con- stitution of ours the dragon's teeth were sown, whose harvest is not yet produced. Mr. Calhoun, with his pro- phetic eye, foresees that this crop of armed men is inevi- table from such germs, as does Mr. Clay, were he only frank, which he is not, because he deludes himself-the most incurable and inexcusable of all deceptions." And she applied herself again assiduously to her snuff box, tapping it peremptorily before opening it, and, with a gloomy eye fixed on space, she continued: "In all lands, from the time of Cassandra and Jere- miah up, there have been prophets. Prophets for good and prophets for ill-of which some few have been God- appointed, and the sayings of such alone have been pre- served. The rest vanish away into oblivion like chaff before the wind-never mind what their achievement, what their boast. "In this nation we have only two true prophets, Cal- houn and Clay-both men of equal might, and resolution, and intellect-gifted as beseems their vocation, masterful and heroic; and to these all other men are subordinate in the great designs of Providence." "Where do you leave Mr. Webster, John Quincy Adams, General Jackson himself, in such a category, madame I" I asked, eagerly. "They are doing, or have done, the work God has appointed for them to do, I suppose, mademoiselle; but they are accessories merely of the times, and will pass away with the necessities of the moment." " ' The earth has bubbles as the water hath, and these are of them,"' said Major Favraud aside, between his short, set teeth, nodding to me as he spoke, and lending the next moment implicit attention to what Madame 54 SEA AND SHORE. 55 Grambeau was saying; for the brief pause she had made for another pinch of snuff was ended, and she continued impetuously, as if no interval had occurred: "c Clay is, unconsciously, I trust, for the honor of man- kind, fulfilling his destiny-this great prophet who still refuses to prophesy. He is entering the wedge for what he declines to admit the possibility of-yet there must be moments when that eye of power pierces the clouds of prejudice and party, wherewith it seeks to blind its kingly vision, and descries the horrors beyond as the result of the acts he is now committing; and when such moments of clear conviction come to him, the ambitious tool of a party, I envy not his sensations," and she shook her head mournfully. " Not Napoleon at St. Helena, not Prome- theus on his rock, were more to be pitied than he! the man whose ambition shall never know fruition, whose measures shall pass and leave no trace in less than fifty years after he has ceased to exist-the splendid failure of our century I " She ceased for a moment, with her eye fixed on space, her hands clasped, her whole face and manner uplifted, as if, indeed, on her likewise the prophet's mantle had dropped from a chariot of fire. "SAs to Calhoun-he is God-fearing," she continued, fervently. " In the solitudes of a spiritual Mount Sinai, he has received the tablets of the Lord, and bends every energy to their fulfillment. He, too, foresees-not with an eye like Clay's, clear only at intervals-and cloaded by vanity, ambition, and sophistry, at other seasons-he, too, foresees the coming of our doom! His clear vision embraces anarchy, dissension, civil war, with all its attend- ant horrors, as the consequence of man's injustice; and, like Moses, he beholds the promised land into which he SEA AND SHORE can never enter! Would that it were given to him to appoint his Joshua, or even to see him face to face, recog- nizingly! But this is not God's will. He lurks among the shadows vet-this Joshua of the Sounth, but God shall yet search him out and bring him visibly before the people! Not while I live," she added, solemnly, " but within the nat- ural lives of all others who sit this day around my table I " " She is equal to Madame Le Normand I " said Major Favraud, aside, nodding approvingly at me. "If one waits long enough, most prophecies may be fulfilled," I ventured; " but, madame, your words point to results too terrible-too unnatural, it seems to me, ever to be realized in these enlightened times or in this land of moderation." "Child," she responded, " blood asserts itself to the end of races. There are two separate civilizations in this land, destined some day to come in fearful conflict; and the wars of Scylla, of the Jews themselves, shall be out- done in the horror and persistence of that strife of part- ners-I will not say brothers--for there is no brotherhood of blood between South and North, of which Clay and Calhoun stand forth to my mind as distinct types. No union of the red and white roses possible." " But you forget, madame, that Mr. Clay is a Western man, a Virginian, a Kentuckian, and the representative of slave-holders," I remonstrated. " His interests are coin- cident with those of the South. His hope of the presi- dency itself vests in his constituents, and the wand would be broken in his hand were he to lend himself to par. tiality of any kind. Mr. Clay is a great patriot, I believe, Jacksonite though I am-he knows no South nor North, nor East nor West, but the Union alone, solid and undi- vided." 56 SEA AND SHORE. "All this is true," she answvered, " in one sense. It is thus he speaks, anid, like all parti.d parents, even thinks he feels toward his offspring; bat observe his acts nar- rowly from first to last. He has a manufacturer's heart, with all his genius. He loves machinery-the sound of the mill, the anvil, the spinning-jenny, the sight of the ship upon the high-seas, or steamboat on the river, the roar of commerce, far more than the work of the husband- man. We are an agricultural people, we of the South and West-and especially we Southerners, with our pov- erty of invention, our one staple, our otherwise help- less habits, incident to the institution which,however it may be our curse, is still our wealth, and to which, for the present time, we are bound, Ixion-like, by every law of necessity. What does this tariff promise Where will the profit rest Where will the loss fall crushingly The slow torture of which we read in histories of early times was like to this. Each day a weight was added to that already lying on the breast of a strong man, bound on his back by the cords of his oppressors, until relief and destruction came together, and the man was crushed; such was the peine forte et dure." "C alhoun is patriarchal,' and is now placing all his in- dividual strength to the task of heaving off this incubus from the breast of our body politic, but with small avail, for he has no lever to assist him-no fulcrum whereon to rest it; otherwise he might say with Archimedes, 'With these I could move a world.' He is unaided, this eagled-eyed prophet of ours, looking sorrowfully, sagaciously down into the ages I South Carolina is the Joseph, that his cruel brothers, the remaining South- 1It was about this time that Mr. Calhoun made his famous anti-tariff crusade throughout the land, it may be remembered by some of my readers. 6 57 SEA AND SHORE. ern States, have sold to the Egyptians, as a bond- slave. But they shall yet come to drink of his cup, and eat of his bread of opinion, in the famine of their Canaan. Nullification shall leave a fitting successor, as Philip of Macedon left Alexander to carry out his plans. The abolitionist and the slave-holder are as distinct as were Charles I. and Cromwell, or Catharine de Medicis and Henry of Navarre. The germ that Calhoun has planted shall lie long in the earth, perhaps, but when it breaks the surface, it shall grow in one night to maturity, like that in your so famous ' Mother Goose' story of ' Jack and his Bean-stalk,' forming a ladder wherewith to scale the abode of giants and slay them in their drunken sleep of security. But he who does this deed, this Joshua of the Lord's, this fierce successor of our gentle Moses, shall wade through his oceans of blood to gain the stone. God knoweth-ile only-how all this shall end, whether in success or overthrow. It is so far wrapped in mys- tery." As if she saw from some spiritual height the reign of terror she predicted, she dropped her head upon her hands and closed her eyes, and I felt my blood creep slowly through my veins as I followed her in thought across the waste of woe and desolation. For there was something in her manner, her voice (august and solemn with age and wisdom as these were), that impressed all who heard, with or in spite of their own consent, and for a time profound silence succeeded this harangue. Dr. Durand was the first to recover himself. " I trust, my dear madame," he remarked, " that the substantial horrors realized in your youth still cast their dark shadows over the coming years, and so deceive you into prophecies that it is sad to bear from lips so reverent, and which, let 58 SEA AND SHORE. us all pray, may never be realized. You yourself will say amen to that, I am convinced." " Amen! " she murmured. "Nonsense, Durand! don't play at hypocrite in your old age, after having been a true man all your life," broke in Major Favraud. "What is a conservative, after all, but a social parrot, who repeats 'wise saws and modern instances,' until he believes himself possessed of the wis- dom of all the ages, and is incapable of conceiving of the existence even of an original idea " " By-the-by," digressed Duganne, weary of discussion, "hear that old fellow outside, how he is going on, Favraud, aprcpos of poll parrots, you know, as if all else, but the name of the bird, had been lost on his ear. Just listen !" " Yes, hear him, and be edified," rwas the sarcastic response of Favraud to Duganne, who took no other notice, even if he understood the point, than to lead the way to the portico, where swung the cage of the jolly bird in question; and, headed by Madame Griambeau lean- ing on her cane, we followed simultaneously, with the exception of Major Favraud, who continued at the table with his cigar and cognac-flask, in sullen and solitary state. " Nutmegs and nullification ! " shrieked the parrot, as we stood before him. " Ha, ha, ha! " " That is condensing the matter, certainly," I ob- served. " Bienvenu, compatriote !" he reseated many times, laughing loudly, the next moment, as if in mockery. Whlat a fiend it is!" said Marion, tinidly; "only look at its black tongue, Miss Llarz ! Then what a laugh !" "Dantor ! Danton ! have you nothing to say to this strange lady" said Madame Grambeau, addressing her 59 SEA AND SHORE. bird by name; " you must not neglect my friends, Danton Pardi! " "Bird of freedom, moulting-moulting! " was the whimsical rejoinder. " Jackson ! give us your paw, Old Hick-Hick-Hickory ! " "This is the stuff Major Favrand taught him," she apologized, " when he used to lie on his porch day after day, after his hostile meeting with Juarez, which took place on that hill," signifying the site of the duel with her slender cane. " It was there they fought their duel, a Poutrance, and I knew it not until too late I His wife was too ill to come to him at that time, and the task of nursing him devolved on me, since when, on maternal principles, the lad has grown into my affections." " The lad of forty-odd I " sneered Duganne, unnoticed, apparently, by the aged lady, however, at the moment, but not without amusing other hearers by this sally. Dr. Durand was especially delighted. " For he is a boy at heart," she said later, " this same Victor Favrand of ours," gazing reprovingly around. "Indeed, he is.- the only American I have ever seen who possessed real aike de cear, and for that, I imagine, he must thank his French extraction." " Calhoun and cotton ! " " Coal and codfish! " shout- ed the parrot at the top of his voice. "Catfish and coffee ! "-" Rice cakes for breakfast "-" All in my eye, Betty Martin "-" Yarns and Yankees "--" Shad and shin-plasters "-" Yams and yaller boys," and so on, in a string of the most irrelevant alliteration and folly, that, like much other nonsense, evoked peals of laughter by its unexpected utterance, and which at last mollified and brought out Major Favraud himself, from his dignified retirement. 60 SEA AND SHORE. "You have ruined the morals of my bird," said Ma- dame Grambeau, reproachfully. " Approach, Favraud, and justify yourself. In former times his discourse was discreet. He knew many wise proverbs and polite salu- tations in French and English both, most of which he has discarded in favor of your profane and foolish teachings. He is as bad as the 'Vert-vert' of Voltaire. I shall have to expel him soon, I fear." "1)anton, how can you so grieve your mistress" remonstrated Major Favraud, lifting at the same time an admonitory finger, at which recognized signal, a part of past instructions probably, the parrot burst forth at once in a series of the most grotesque and outre oaths ear ever heard, ending (by the aid of some prompting from his teacher) by dismally croaking the fragment of a popular song thus travestied: "My ole mistis dead and gone, She lef to me her ole jawbone. Savs she, ' Charge up in dem yaller pines, And slay dem Yankee 'Philistines I "'- ending with the invariable "Bonjour," or "Bienvenu, oompatriote," and demoniac " Ha ! ha ! ha!" " The memory of the creature is perfectly wonderful," I said. "Many parrots have I seen, but never one like this before. It must have sprung out of the Arabian Nights." " I can teach any thing to every thing," digressed Major Favraud, " and without severity; it is my specialty. I was meant for a trainer of beasts, probably. I will get up an entertainment, I believe, in opposition to the in- dustrious fleas, called the 'Desperate Doves,' and teach pigeons to muster, drill, and go through all the military motions. I could do it easily, and so repair my broken 61 SEA AND SHORE. fortunes. I have one already at home that feigns death at the word of command. I have amused myself for hours at a time with this bird.-Don't say a word, Miss Harz," speaking low, " I see what you think of it all, but I have had to cheat misery some way or other. It was a wretched device aud waste of existence, though. And when I see that great, distinguished man, who had such hopes of me as a boy, I feel that I could creep into an auger-hole for sheer shame of my extinguished promise." " Not extinguished ! " I murmured, " only under a cloud, still destined to be fulfilled." "Only in the grave." he said, sadly, " with the prom- ise common to all mankind; " and thus by gloomy glimpses I caught the truth. We staid that night at the house of an aunt of Ma- dame La Vigne's, who received us cordially, entertained us sumptuously, and dismissed us graciously. The next morning at sunrise we again set out for Sa- vannah, into which city we entered before the noonday heat, finding cool shelter and warm welcome at once under the roof of General Curzon, the South's most polished gentleman and finished man of letters, of whom it may be truly said that, " Take him for all in all, we ne'er shall look upon his like again." 62 CHAPTER II. BEFORE leaving the hospitable roof of General Curzon -beneath which I tarried for several days-awaiting the tardy sailing of the packet-steamer Kosciusko, bound for New York, circumstances determined me to leave in the hands of my host a desk which I had intended to carry with me, and which contained most of my treasures. First among these, indisputably, in intrinsic value were my diamonds-" sole remnant of a past magnificence;" but the miniatures of my father and mother, and Mabel, in the cases of which locks of twisted hair-brown, and black, and golden, and gray-were contained and com- bined (dear, imperishable memorials of vitality in most instances when all the rest was dust and ashes), and the early letters of my parents, together with the carefully- kept diary I had written at Beauseincourt, ranked beyond these even in my estimation. The cause of this deposit of valuables was simply ow- ing to the unstable lock of my trunk, the condition of which was detected too late to have it repaired before sailing. Madame Curzon had suggested to me the unsafe nature of such custody for objects of price, if, indeed, I possessed such at all. I told her then of my diamonds, and it was agreed between us that these, at least, had better be deposited in the bank of her husband, who would (63) SEA AND SHORE. bring them to me himself a few months later-and on reflection I concluded to add my desk, pictures, and papers, to my more substantial treasures. These, at least, I felt assured no accident should throw into the hands of Bainrothe. On my way to the ship I left the carriage for a mo- ment, in pursuance with this idea, and, followed by King, the bearer of my large and weighty desk, entered the banking-house of my host, and was shown at once, by attentive clerks, to his peculiar sanctum. I told him my errand in a few words. " Keep it until called for, unless you hear from me in the interval," I had said in allusion to my deposit, for he acknowledged the chances were slight of his leaving home until the following year, notwithstanding Madame Car- zon's convictions. " Called for by whom " he asked, calmly. " By Miriam Monfort in person or her order," I re- plied, laughingly, " This is a mystery that, by-and-by, shall be explained to you." " I understand something of that already," he rejoined. "Marion has been whispering to the reeds, you know, or Madame Curzon, the same thing nearly; but let us be earnest, as your time is short, and mine precious to-day. Life is uncertain, and, young and strong as you are, or seem to be, you cannot foresee one hour even of the fu- ture, or of your own existence. Suppose Miriam Mon- fort neither comes in person nor sends her order for its restoration-what, then, is to become of this treasure- chest of hers " "You shall keep it then," I replied, unhesitatingly, " until mv little sister reaches her majority, and cause it to be placed in her own hands, none other-or, stay, let 64 SEA AND SHORE. her have it on the day before her marriage, should this occur earlier than the time mentioned, or when she reaches her eighteenth year in any case; but, above all things, be careful." "So many conflicting directions confuse and mystify me, I confess. Come, let me write down your wishes, and the matter can be arranged formally, which is always best in any case. There, I think I have the gist of your idea," he said a few moments later, as he pushed over to me a slip of paper to read and sign, which done, 1 shook hands with him cordially, preparing to go. " But your receipt-you have forgotten to take it up I " "0 General Curzon I the whole proceeding seems so ominous," I said, turning back at the door to receive the proffered scrap, which, in another moment, dropped from my nerveless fingers, while these, clasped over my streamn- ing eves, forgot their office. "My dear young lady," he remonstrated, "I am shocked. What can have occurred to impress you thus Not this mere routine of affairs, surely -Duncan, a glass of water here for Miss Monfort." " I do not know, I am sure, why I should be so weak for such a trifle," I said, after a few swallows of ice-water had somewhat restored my equilibrium; " but I (1o feel very dismally about this voyage-have done so ever since I left Beauseincourt. This is the last straw on the cam- el's back, believe me, General Curzon. You must not reproach yourself in the least-nor me; and now let me bid you farewell once more, perhaps eternally ! " These words of mine were remembered later in a very different spirit from that in which they were then re- ceived (one of incredulous compassion)-remeinbered as are ever the last utterances of the doomed, whether inno. 65 SEA AND SHORE. cent or guilty, in solemn awe and reverential tendermess, not unmingled with a superstitious faith in presentii'ient. " Why, you look bluer than your very obvious veil, bluer than your invisible school-marmish stockings, bluer than the skies, or a blue bag, or Madame de Stael's ' Co- rinne,' or Byron's 'dark-blue ocean,"' said Major Favraud, as he assisted me again into the carriage, where Dr. Durand and Marion awaited me, for, as I have said, we were now on our way to the vessel which was to bear me and my destinies forever from that lovely Southern land in which I had seen and suffered so much. Dr. Durand looked serious at the sight of my woful aspect, and Marion mutely proffered her vinaigrette, gratefully accepted, as was the good doctor's compassion- ate silence; but, as usual, Favraud, after having once gotten fairly under weigh, ran on. " What is the use of bewailing the inevitable" he pursued. "We have all seen yourpenchant for Curzon, and his for you, for three days past; but Octavia is as tough as lignum-vitwv, I re- gret to assure you, my dear Miss Harz, and your chance is as blue as your spirits, or the flames of snap-dragon, or Marion's eyes. You will have to just put up with the captain, I fear, for even the doctor there is in harness for life. Southern women, you know, proverbially survive their husbands; and, as the suttee is out of fashion, they sometimes have to marry Yankees as a demier ressort of desperation ! Of course, there are occasional sad ex- ceptions"-looking grave for a moment, and glancing at the black hat-band on the Panama hat he was nursing on his knees, so as to let the breeze blow through his silky, silver-streaked black hair-" but-but-in short, why will you all look so doleful Isn't it bad enough to feel so I " "The loveliest fade earliest, we all know," and the tears 66 SEA AND SHORE. were in his honest, frivolous eyes, dashed away in the next moment as he exclaimed, eagerly, "Why, there goes the Lamarque equipage, as I live ! I had forgotten all about it. The pleasantest woman in Savannah, young or old, is to be your compagnon de voyage, Miss Harz, and the most determined widower on record her escort; a perfect John Rogers of a man, with nine little motherless chil- dren, her brother Raguet ('Rag,' as we called him at school, on account of his prim stiffness, so that ' limber as a rag' seemed a most preposterous saying in his vicinity). He is handsome, however, and intelligent, a perfect gen- tleman, but on the mourners' bench just now, like some others you know of "-heaving a deep sigh. " His wife, poor thing, died last autumn-a pretty girl in her day was Cornelia Huger ! I was a little weak in that direc- tion once myself-before-that is, before-O doctor! what a trouble it is to remember ! " And again the small, fleet hand was dashed across the twinkling, tearful eyes of this April day of a middle-aged man of the world-this modern Mercutio-merry and mournful at once, as if there were two sides to his every mood, like the famous shield of story. When we reached the quay the Kosciusko was already getting up her steam, and, in less than an hour afterward, the friends I loved were gone like dreams, the bustle of departure was over, and, with lifted canvas and a puffing engine, we were grandly steaming past the noble forts (poor Bertie's broach and buckle, be it remembered) on our path of pride and power toward the broad Atlantic. The weather was oppressively hot, and, for the first thirty-six hours, scarcely a breath of wind lifted us on our way, so that the engine, wholly incompetent to the work of both sails and machinery, bore us very slowly on 67 SEA A Ni) STORE. our northward ocean-flight. Indeed, the failure of thie engine to do its duty, at first, had sorely disheartened both captain and crew as we found later, for upon its execu- tion and energies, in the beginning, had rested our entire dependence. On the evening of the second day's voyage, a sudden and violent thunder-storm occurred, not unusual in those latitudes; during the raging of which our mainmast was struck by lightning, and wholly disabled. The fire was extinguished in the only possible manner, by cutting it away from the decks, letting it gently down upon them, deluging it, so that our mast lay charred and blackened after its bath of sea-water, like a mighty serpent stretched along the ship, from stem to stern, and wrapped loosely in its shrouds. It did us good service later, though not by defying the winds of heaven, nor spread- ing forth its snowy sails to catch the tropic breezes. Before many hours, it was destined to ride the waves in a shape that was certainly never intended by those who chose it among many otbers-taper and stately in its group of firs-to be the chief adornment of a gallant ship, and lift a pointing finger to the stars themselves, as an index of its might, and, with this exception, the hope of those it served-that of a charred and blackened life-raft. The renewed freshness of the atmosphere, and the joy- ful upspringing of the breezes, alone remained, at mid- night, to tell the story of the recent hurricane. These tropic breezes came like benevolent fairies, to aid our groaning Titan in his labors. I can never rid myself for one moment of the idea that an engine really works, with weary, reluctant strength like a genii slave, waiting vengefully for the timne of re- taliation, which sooner or later is sure to come; or of 68 SBA AND SHORE. the visionary notion that a graceful, gliding ship, with all sails set, receives the same pleasure from its own motion and beauty that a snow-white swan must do "as down she bears before the gale," with her white plumage and statelv crest. I think, if ever I am called to give a toast, it shall be "Sail-ships; may their shadows never be less I" They are, indeed, a part of the romance of ocean. The moon was full, in the balmy summer night that succeeded the tempest, and the ship's quarter-deck was crowded with the passengers of the Kosciusko, enjoying to the utmost, as it seemed, the delicious, newly-washed atmosphere, the moonlit heavens and sea, the exqui- sitely-caressing softness of the tardily-awakened breezes that filled the white sails of the vessel, and fluttered the silken scarf of the maiden, with the same wooing breath of persuasive, subtle strength. Around Miss Lamarque, the lady of whom Major Fa- vraud had spoken so admiringly, and to whose kindness he had committed me, a group had gathered, chiefly of the young, not to be surpassed in any land for manly bearing, graceful feminine beauty, gayety, wit, and refinement. There was Helen Oscanyan, fair as a dream of Greece, in her serene, marble perfectness of form and feature; and the lovely Mollie Cairns, her cousin, small, dark, and sparkling-both under the care of that stately gentleman, their uncle, Julius Severe, of Savannah; and there were the sisters Percy, twins in age and appearance, with voices like brook-ripples, and eyes like wood-violets, and feet of Chinese minuteness and French. perfection-the darlings and only joys of a mother still beautiful, though sad in her widowhood, and gentle as the dove that mourns its mate. 69 SEA AND SHORE. There was the brilliant Ralph Maxwell, whose jests, stinging and slight, just glanced over the surface of so- ciety without inflicting a wound, even as the skater's heel glides over ice, leaving its mark as it goes, yet break- ing no crust of frost; and there was the poetic dreamer Dartmore, with his large, dark eyes, and moonlight face, and manner of suffering serenity, on his way to put forth for fame, as he fondly believed, his manuscript epic on the " Sorrows of the South." All these, and more, were there gathering about the leader of their home-society, on that alien deck, as se- curely as though they were sitting in her own drawing- room at "Berthold," on one of her brilliant reception- evenings. How could they know-how could they dream the truth -or descry the hidden skeleton at the festival, wreathed in flowers and veiled with glittering, filmy draperies, which yet put forth its bony fingers to beckon on and clutch them I too was joyous and unconscious as the rest, and for the first time for many days felt the burden literally heaved rather than lifted away that had oppressed me. Was I not on my way to him in whose presence alone I lived my true life and what feeling of his morbid fancy was there that my hand could not smooth away, when once entwined in his Beauseincourt, and all its shad- ows, had I not put behind me The sunshine lay before, and in its light and warmth I should still rejoice, as it was my birthright to do. I was "fey " that night, as the Scotch say, when an unaccountable lightness of mood precedes a heavy sor- row, which it so often does, as well as the more usual mood, the presage of gloom. I felt that I had the power 70 SEA AND SHORE. to put aside all ills-to grapple with my fate, and com- pel back my lost happiness. Truly my bosom's lord sat lightly on her throne, as of late it had not been her wont to do. Against my inclination had I been drawn into the current of that youthful gayety, and now my bark floated without an effort on the stream. I was in my own ele- ment again, and my powers were all responsive. The small hours came-the happy group dispersed- not without many interchanges of social compliment, much badinage, and merry plans for the morrow. The monster Sea-sickness had been defied on the balmy voy- age, save in the brief interval of tempest, and his victors mocked him, baffled as he was, with their purpose of amusement. " We shall get up the band to-morrow evening," said Major Ravenel, " and have a dance; the gallop would go grandly here. See what reach of quarter-deck we have I There are Germans on board who play in concert violins and wind-instruments." " Suppose we dress as sea-nymphs," said IHonoria Pyne; "enact a masque for old Neptune's benefit It would be so complimentary, you know; bring down the house, no doubt. I have a sea-green tarlatan lying so conveniently. Colonel Latrobe looks exactly like a Tri- ton, with that wondrous beard. A little alum sprinkled over its red-gold ground would do wonders in the way of effect-would be gorgeous-wouldn't it, now, Miss Hiarz " "But all that could be done on shore as well, Miss Pyne," I replied, in the way of reminiscence. " It is a pity to waste our opportunities of observation now, in getting up costumes; and, for my part, I confess that I 71 SEA AND SHORE. have a wholesome dread of these sea-deities, and fear to exasperate their tinny feelings by reducing them to effi- gies. Thetis is very spiteful, sometimes; and jealous, too, you remember." Miss Pyne did not remember, but did not mean to be baffled either, she would let Miss Harz know, even if that lady did know more about mythology than herself; and, if no one else would join her, meant to play her role of sea-nymph all alone, with Major Latrobe for her Triton in waiting, tooting upon a conch-shell, and looking lovely! At which compliment, open and above-board, poor Major Latrobe, who was over head and ears in love with her, and a very ugly man, only bowed and looked more silly than before, which seemed a work of supererogation. After the rest were gone, Miss Lamarque and I con- cluded to promenade on the nearly-deserted deck, in the moonlight, and let the excitement of the evening die away through the medium of more serious conversation. She was a woman of forty-five, still graceful and fine- looking, but bearing few traces of earlier beauty, proba- bly better to behold, in her overripe maturity, than in the unfolding of her less attractive time of bud and blos- som. Self had been laid aside now (which it never can be until the effervescence of youth and hope are over). She had accepted her position of old maid and universal benefactress, and sustained it nobly, gracefully. She was thoroughly well-bred and agreeable, very vivacious, as- tute, and intelligent, rather than intellectual, yet she had the capacity (had her training been different) to have been both of these. I remember how it chanced that, after a long prom- enade, during which we had discussed men, manners, books, customs, costumes, and politics, even (that once 72 SEA AND SHORE. taiooed subject for womien, noow free to all), with in- finite zest and responsiveness that charmed us mutually, BO that we swore allegiance on the strength of this one day's rencontre, like two school-girls or knights of old- I remember how the dropping of her comb at his feet caused Miss Lamarque to pause, compelling me to follow her example, by reason of our intertwined arms, in front of the man at the wheel, as lie stooped to raise it and hand it to her with a seaman's bow. His ready politeness, un- usual for one in his station, determined us to cultivate his maritime acquaintance, and in a short time we had drawn forth the outlines of his story, simple and bare as this was of incident. His picturesque appearance had impressed us equally during the day, but until now we had not met in concert about Christian Garth, for such we soon found was the name of our polite pilot. He was a Jerseyman, he told us, of German descent, married to the girl of his heart, and living on the coast of that adventurous little State, famous alike for its peaches and wrecks. " Sall had a stocking full of money," he informed us, silver, and copper, and gold, when he married her, for her mother had been a famous huckster-and never missed her post in the Philadelphia market for thirty years, and this was her child's inheritance, and with this money he had fixed up his old hut, till it looked ' e'en a'most inside like a ship-captain's cabin.'" And now Sall wanted him to stay at home, he informed us, with her and the children, but somehow or other he could never tarry long at the hearth, for the sea pulled him like it was his mother, and the spell of the tides was on him, and he must foller even if he went to his own 8 7,3 SEA AND SHORE. destruction, like them men that liquor lures to loss, or the love of mermaids. " All land service is dead when likened to the sea," he said, shaking his great water-dog head, and looking out lovingly upon his idol. "But ships a'n't like they oncst was, ladies," he added, " before men put these here heavy iron ingines to work in 'em-it's like cropping a bird's wing to make a river-boat of a ship, and a burning shame to shorten sails till it looks like a young gal dressed in breeches or any other onnatural thing-for a sailing- ship and a full-flowing petticoat always rise up in a true man's mind together-God bless them both, I say." " To which we cordially say amen, of course," said Miss Lamarque, laughing. " We should have been at a loss, however, Mr. Garth, but for our engine during the dead calm preceding the storm, when our ship's sails flapped so lazily about her masts, and she rocked like a baby's cradle without making progress. It is well the engineer manceuvred so successfully while we lay tireless on the low rolling waves; but we are speeding along mer- rily enough now, to make up for it all-I take comnfort in that " " But not exactly in the right direction, though, to suit my stripe," he said, turning his quid in his mouth as he looked out to leeward, revealing, as he did so, a fine yet rugged profile relieved against the silvery purple sheen of the moonlit sky. " Do you see that dark object lying beyond " (our eyes mechanically followed his), " so still on the water " and le indicated it with the pipe he held in one sinewy hand- for the native courtesy of the man had involuntarily prof- fered us the homage of removing it from his lips, when we addressed him. 74 SEA AND SHORE. "Yes-what is it a wreck a whale a small vol- canic island Do explain, Mr. Garth," said Miss La- marque. " Nothing but an iceberg, and we are bearing down upon it rather too rapidly, it seems to me." And so speaking, he turned his wheel in silence warily. " But you have the command of the helm, and have nothing to do but-" " Obey orders," he interrupted, grimly. " Ef the cap- tain was to tell me to run the ship to purgatory, I'd have to do it, you know." " But surely the captain would not jeopardize the lives of a ship's company, even if be likes warm latitudes, by ordering you to run foul of an iceberg; and. if he did, you certainly would not dare to obey him with the fear of God before your eyes " remonstrated Miss Lamarque, indig- nantly. "For my part I shall go to him immediately and desire him to change his course-but after all I don't believe that dingy black thing is an iceberg at all-an old hen- coop rather, thrown over from some merchant-ship, or a vast lump of charred wood. You are only trying to alarm Us." " Ef you was to see it close enough, you would find it to shine equal to the diamond on your hand; but I hope you never will, that's all-I hope you never will, lady! I sot on a peak of that sort oncst myself for three days in higher latitudes than this here-me and five others, all that was spared from the wreck of the schooner IDelta, and we felt our convoy melting away beneath us, and courtesying e'en a'most even with the sea, before the iner- chant-ship Osprey took us off, halt starved, and half frozen, and half roasted all at oncst! Them is onpleasant rick- 75 SEA AND SHORE. ollections, ladies, and it makes my blood creep to this day to see an iceberg in konsikence; but a man must do his dooty, whatsomever do betide. It was in the dead of night, and Hans Schuyler had the wheel, I remember, when we went to pieces on that iceberg, all for disregard- ing the captain's orders; you see, he meant to graze it like! " "Graze itl" almost shrieked Miss Lamarque. "Did he think he was driving a curricle Graze it-Heaveni, what rashness I " "Don't-don't! Mr. Garth," I petitioned; "I shall never sleep a wink on thif; ship if you continue your nar- rative." " Do-do I Mr. Garth," entreated Miss Lamarque, whose penetration showed her by this time that the pilot was only playing on our fears, for want of a better instru- ment for his skill. " I quite enjoy the idea that you have actually been astride a fragment of the arctic glacier, and that we may perhaps make the acquaintance of a white bear ourselves when we get near our iceberg, or a gentle seal. Wouldn't you like one for a pet, Miss Harz " "It is very cold," I said, digressively. "I feel the chill of that fragment of Greenland freeze my marrow. I must go fetch my shawl; but first reassure us, Mr. Garth, if possible." He laughed. " I have paid you now for making fun of me to-day," he said, saucily. "I saw your drawing of me in your books, and heerd the ladies laughing. I peeped as I passed when Myers took the helm, and I wanted to see what all the fun was about; then I said to myself, 'I will give her a skeer for that if I have a chance'-but, all the same, the chill you feel is a real one, for as sure as death that lump of darkne3s is an ice- 76 REA AND SHORE. berg. I have told you no yarn, as you will find out to- morrow when you ask the captain. I'll steer you clear of the iceberg though, ladies, never fear. Hans Schuyler has iiot got the wheel to-night-you see he was three sheets in the wind anyhow, and the captain says, 'Hans,' says he, 'don't tech another drop this night, or we'll never see another mornin' till we are resurrected,' and so he turned into his hammock and swung himself to sleep -a way he had, for he didn't keer for nothin' where his comfort was concerned, having been raised up in the Injies." " Come, Miss Lamarque," I interrupted. " I must not hear another word. 'Macbeth doth murder sleep,' and I shall be nervous for a month after this. So, good- night, Mr. Garth, and be sure you merit your first name by taking good care of us while we imitate the example of your worthy captain and ' swing ourselves to sleep,' or rather let the waves perform that office for us. I shall make it my care to-morrow morning early, if you still hold the helm, to show you my sketch, and convince you that it was never made for fun at all, but that it is a real portrait of a very fine-looking seaman, a real viking in appearance, and somewhat better than one at heart, I trust. I shall hope to earn your good opinion instead of ill-will, when you have only seen my sketch." " You have it already, you have it already, young gal -young miss, I mean," he said, with a wave of the hand, which meant to be courteous, no doubt, but seemed only defiant. "An' this much I kin say without injury to Sall -that I'd rather hear you talk and see you smile, as I has been watchin' of you constant do to-day, than go to the circus in New York, or even to a Spanish bull-fight, or bear a Fourth-of-July oration, or 'tend camp-meetin'-and 77 SEA AND SHORE. that's saying no little-an' no iceberg shall come near you while Christian Garth lays a hand upon this helm. Bat don't be skeered, ladies; no harm will come to the good ship Kosciusko." " I declare our pilot is quite chivalrous, as far as you are concerned, for I marked his glance, Miss Harz," said Miss Lamarque, archly, as we turned our faces cabin- ward, under the protection of our helmsman's promised vigilance. " See what it is to be young and pretty, and remark the truth of the old proverb, as exemplified in his case, that 'extremes meet.' Victoria herself is not more independent of me or my position-established facts as both are in the eyes of some than is Christian Garth. To him, this outsider of the world of fashion, I am only a homely old woman; no prestige comes in to garnish the unvarnished fact-a plain old maid, my dear -with not even the remembrance of beauty as a consola- tion, nor its remnant as a sign of past triumphs, 'only this and nothing more,' as that wonderful man Poe makes his raven say. We never find our level until we go among people who know and care nothing about us, who have never 'heard of us '-that exordium of most greetings from folks of our own class. It is absolutely refreshing to be so unaffectedly despised and slighted-it does one a world of good, there is no doubt of that, especially when one's grandfather was a Revolutionary notability, and other antecedents of a piece-but men are all alike at heart, only the worldly ones wear flimsy masks, you know, and pretend to adore intellect and ugliness, when beautv is the only thing they care for-all a sham, my dear, in any case," "Yes, all alike," I repeated, making, as I spoke, one mental entire reservation. " All vain alike, I mean; 78 SEA AND SIO PtE. flatter their vanity ever so little anJ they are at your very feet, asking ' for more,' like Oliver Twist; more bread for amour propre, the insatiable! It was that sketch of mine that wrought the spell, though unintentionally, of course, and the sly fellow knew very well that it was no caricature-that is, if he peeped, as he pretends-but a tolerably correct likeness that might have satisfied Sall herself. By-the-by, I have a great mind to bestow it upon him as a ' sop for Cerberus,' should her jealousy ever be aroused by your reports of his devotion to me, or ad- miration rather, most unequivocally avowed, it must be acknowledged. I really had no intention of injuring Sally, and, if you think it best, will make the amende ho- norable by being as cross as possible to him to-morrow." "No, no, carry out your first intention and conciliate him; for, remember, he has us in the hollow of his hand. Bestow the picture, by all means, and just as many smiles and compliments as he can stand, or yru can afford to squander; for you are worse than a mermaid, Miss Harz, for fascination, all the gentlemen say so; and, as to Captain Falconer-" "They are malignanits," I rejoined, ignoring purposely the last clause of the sentence which I had interrupted; and you are perfidious to hear them slander me so. I late fascinating people; they always make my flesh crawl like serpents. The few I have known have been so very base." "Good specimens of 'thorough bass,"' she interpolated, laughing.-"I am sure I am glad I have no attributes of fascination, if a strange old work I met with at Beauseincourt may be considered responsible. Did you ever see it, Miss Lamarque, you who see every thing Hieronymus Frascatorius tells of certain families in Crete who fascinated by praising, and to avert this evil 79 SEA AND SHORE. influence some charmn was used consisting of a magic word (I suppose this was typical of humility, though re- lated as literal). This naivetM on the part of the old chronicler was simply impayable, as Major Favraud would say, with his characteristic shrug. One Jarius related (you see my theme has full possession of me, and the book is a collation of facts on the subject of fascina- tion of all kinds, even down to that of the serpent) that a friend of his saw a fascinator with a look break in two a precious gem in the hands of a lapidary-typical this, I suppose, of some fond, foolish, female heart. Fire, ac- cording to this author, represents the quality of fascina- tion; and toads and moths are subject to its influence, as well as some higher animals deer, for instance, who are hunted successfully with torches; and he relates, further, that in Abyssinia artificers of pottery and iron are thus fearfully endowed, and are consequently forbidden to join in the sacred rites of religion, as fire is their chief agent. Isn't this a strange, quaint volume, to set before a king and how do you like my lecture delivered exctempore " " Oh, vastly! but I did not know that was your style before. Don't cultivate it, dear, if you hope to win manly hearts. Men like to do all the lecturing themselves, and I find it diplomatic to feign profound ignorance on all subjects outside of a bandbox; it delights them so to en- lighten us. No wonder they fancy us fools when we feign foolishness so admirably-lapwings that we are! " " But I never do, in such society. My experience is different from yours. I always pretend to know twice as much as I do, when they are about; it bluffs them off, and they are credulous sometimes as well as ignorant, notwithstanding their boasted acumen." 'Your lamp of experience needs trimming, my pretty 80 SEA AND SHORE. Miriam," she said, shaking her head, " if you really be- lieve this. They never forgive superiority, assumed or real; none but the noble ones, I mean; who, of course, are in the minority. Give a pair of tongs pantaloons, and it asserts itself. Trousers, my dear, are at the root of manly presumption. I discovered that long ago. A man in petticoats would be as humble as a woman. This is my theory, at least; take it for what it is worth. And now to sleep, with what heart we may, an iceberg being in our vicinity; " and, taking my face in her hand, she kissed me cordially. " It is very early in our acquaint- ance for such manifestations to be allowable," she said, kindly, " but I am a sort of spoiled child of society, and dare to be natural. I consider that the best privilege that attaches to my condition, that of the 'bellwether' of Sa- vannah ton-tbe universally-accepted bore! You know -Favraud has told you, of course; he always character- izes as he goes." "He has called you the most agreeable woman in Savannah, I remember, young or old, and was truly glad, on my account, to know that you were on board. Of your brother he spoke very kindly also, even admiringly." " Oh, yes, I know; but of Raguet there is little ques- tion now. His wife's death has crushed him. I never saw so changed a man; he is half idiotic, I believe; and I am with him now just to keep those children from com- pleting the work of destruction. Six little motherless ones-only think-and as bad as they can possibly be; for paor Lucilla was no manager. Isn't it strange, the influence those little cottony women get over their hus- bands You and I might try forever to establish such absolute despotism, all in vain. It is your whimpering sort that rule with the waving of a pocket-handkerchief; 9 81 SEA AND SHORE. but poor, dear little woman, she is powerless now; and I suppose the next will be like unto her. Ragnet would never look at any thing feminine that hadn't white eyes and pink hair (yellow, I mean, of course)-his style, you know, being dark and stern, he likes the downy, waxy kind. All this is shockingly egotistical; but the question is, who that has a spark of individuality is otherwise Good-night, again, and may all sweet dreams attend you; for my part, I never dream, being past the dreaming age, and realities fortunately disappear with daylight; even cross children are wheedled into quietness, and servants forget to fidget and giggle; and, for mosquitoes, there are bars. Adieu." And thus we parted, never to meet again in mutual mood like this ! Yet, had the free agency of which some men boast been ours, we had scarcely chosen to face the awful change-to look into each other's eyes through gathering death-doom I 82 CHAPTER III. BEFORE my dreaming eyes was the terror of a hun- gry, crunching tooth, fixed in the vessel's side, that of the iceberg, lying black in the moonlight like a great coal crystal, grimly awaiting our approach, but the reality, as well as the figment, had disappeared when I emerged at sunrise from the suffocating cabin, to the atmosphere of the cool and quiet quarter-deck, which had just under- gone its matutinal. Armed with an orange and a biscuit for physical refreshment, I depended on sea and sky for my mental entertainment; and in my hand I bore a slender scroll, destined as a propitiatory offering to our offended helms- man. I was glad to find again at the wheel our pilot of yesterday. " Your iceberg has disappeared, Mr. Garth," I said, as I extended to him the sketch I had made of his noble phy8iwe the day before, " and here is a picture for your wife, which she will see was not drawn tor fun. Women are sharper than men about such matters. There, I be- stow it not without regret." He received my offering with a smile, and nod of his great curly head, opened it, gazed long and seriously upon it, and, with the single word " Good," rolled it up again, and consigned it to (83) SEA A-.,D SHORE. some bosom pocket in his flannel shirt, into which it seemed to glide as a telescope into its case, revealing, as he did so, glimpses of a hairy breast, and vigorous chest, more admirable for strength than beauty, certainly. "I will keep it there," he said, " voting iniss," press- ing it closely against his side with his colossal hand, " until I get safe home to the Jarseys, and to Sall, or go to Davy's locker, one or other, but which it will be, young gal -young miss, I should be saying-is not for me to know." "Nor for any one," I rejoined, solemnly; "all rests with God." "With God and our engineer," he resumed, tersely; "them sails is of little account, now the mainmast is struck away; them floppen petticoats, wat the wind loves to play in and out, layin' along like a lazy lubber that it is, and leaving its work for others to do. It was a noble mast, though, while it stood-and you could smell the turpentine blood in its heart to the very last. It was as limber as a sapling, and never growed brittle, like some wood, with age and dryness. No storm could splinter it, and it would fling itself over into the high waves sometimes, raytlier than snap and lash them like a whip. But there it lies, burned with the fire of heaven's wrath, at last, and leaving its fires of hell be1lind, in the heart of the Kosciusko. " " You have changed your mind on the subject of en- gines, Mr. Garth. I am glad to see. Truly, ours seems to be doing giant's work; now we are flAying, to be sure." "Rushing, not flying, young lady-that's the word; our wings are little use to-day, you see, such as are left to us. Runnin' for dear life, we'd better say, for that's the truth of the matter, and may the merciful Lord speed us, and have in his care all helpless ones this day!" 84 SEA AND SHORE. The lifted hand, the bared head, the earnest accents, with which these words were spoken, gave to this simple utterance of good-will all the solemnity of a benediction or prayer. I noticed that, after replacing his tarpaulin, the lips of Garth continued to move silently, then were corn- pressed gravely for a time, while his eye, large, clear, and expressive, was fixed on space. "Do vou still see an iceberg, Mr. Garth Do you really apprehend danger for us now " I asked, after studying his countenance for a moment, "or, are you again desirous to try the nerves of your female passengers I think I must apply to the captain this time for infor- mation." " Yes, danger," he replied, in low, sad tones, ignoring my last remark, or perhaps not hearing it at all-" dan- ger, compared with which an iceberg might be con- sidered in the light of a heavenly marcy. There is a chance of grazing one of them snow-bowIders, or of its drifting away from a ship, when the ripples reach it, or, if the wust comes, a body can scramble overboard, and manage to live on the top of one of them peaks, or in one of their ice-caves, with a few blankets, and a little bread and junk and water, fur a space, so as to get a chance of meetin' a ship, or a schooner; but, when there is some- thing wrong in a ship's heart, there a'n't much hope for rescue, onless it comes from above." He hesitated, smiling grimly, rolled his quid, crammed his hat down over his eyes, and again addressed himself to his wheel, and, for a few moments, I stood beside him silently. " The ship is leaking, I suppose," I said, at last, " so that you apprehend her loss, perhaps," and my heart sank 85 SEA AND SHORE. coldly within me, as I spoke; " but, if this be true, why does not the captain apprise us No, you are quizzing me again, and very cruelly this time, very unwarrantably." Yet I did not think exactly as I spoke, strive as I might to believe the man in jest. Too much solemnity and sorrow both were discernible in bis worn and rugged features, hewn grandly as if from granite, to ad- mit of a hope like this. His words were earnest, and some great calamity was in store, I could not doubt, or at least he apprehended such. For some time he replied not, then, slowing pointing to the base of the stricken main- mast, which still showed an elevation of some inches above the deck, he revealed to me the truth without a word. As my eyes followed his guiding finger, I saw, with terror unspeakable, a thin blue wavering smoke-wreath, float upward from the floor, and, after curling feebly about the truncated mast, disappear in the clear sunlit atmosphere, again to arise from the same point, that of the juncture of the mast and deck, creeping through some invisible crevice, as it seemed to form itself eternally in filmy folds, and successively elude the eye as soon as it shaped to sight. I understood him then. There was fire in the heart of the ship, and I knew the hold was filled with cotton; it was smouldering slowly, and our safety was a question of time alone ! Pale, transfixed, frozen, I lifted my eyes to the man, who seemed to represent my fate for the moment. " Was it the lightning " I asked, after a pause, during which his pitying eye rested on me drearily. " Did the fire oc- cur in that way " "Yes, the lightning it was; and God's hand, which sent the shaft direct, alone can deliver us." 86 SEA AND SHORE. I seemed to hear the voice of Bertie speak these words. Things grew confused; I wavered as I stood, lifted my hand to my head; the face of Christian Garth grew large and dim, then faded utterly. I knew no more until I found myself seated on a coil of rope, leaning against the bulwark, while a young girl stood beside me, fanning and bathing my face, and offering me a glass of water. " You are better now," she said, kindly; " the man at the wheel called me as I was passing, and pointed out your condition, and I led you here, and ran for water. Being up so early is apt to disagree with some people." " What are these people crawling about the deck for Is all hope over, or was it only a dream " I asked. " Oh, you are quite wild yet from your swoon; it is only the calkers stopping up the seams, one of the cap- tain's queer whims they say; but how they are to dance tonight, those magnflco8 I mean, without ruining their slippers with this pitch, I cannot see! Thank Goodness! I belong to a church, and am not of this party, and don't care on my own account, nor does the captain, I believe. 1 was placed under his care at Savannah, and I suppose it is only to stop the ball that-" She was interrupted by the approach of the officer under discussion, but he passed us gloomily and went on to inspect the workmen so unseasonably employed, as it seemed, in a labor that, save in a case of long voyages, is always performed in port. His melancholy air, and the preoccupation of his manner, confirmed my worst fears. Again I sought the Ixion of the vessel, who calmly and stolidly performed his duty as if, indeed, Fate directed, without a change of feature now, or expression. 87 SEA AND SHORE. "Has the captain no hope of rescue, Mr. Garth " "Oh, yes; he thinks we shall meet a ship or two be- tween now and noon-we 'most always do, you know" -rolling his quid slowly, and hesitating for a while; "keep heart, keep heart! I had thought from your face you were stronger; besides, the pumps are doing good work in the hold: who knows what may come of it, who knows " Alas! alas! I could not rise to the level of this dim hope. " Think of the burning crowd, the sheet of flame, the terrible destruction " I murmured; " I must go now and apprise those poor wretches below that their time is short; they have a right to know." His vice-like hand was on my arm. " You do not go a step on such an errand," he muttered. " It is the cap- tain's business; he will 'tend to it when the time comes, for he is a true man, and the bravest sailor on the line. He means to do what's right, never fear. It is my dooty to hold you here until he comes, onless you promise me to be discreet." " I shall be discreet, never fear-" and his grasp re- laxed. I sped me back to the coil of rope on which I had left my young companion, intending to partake with her there my biscuit and orange, so needed now for strength. I found in her stead (for she had departed in the interval) a delicate-looking young woman, plain and poor, a widow evidently from the style of her shabby mourning and sad expression of face, bearing in her arms a weird and sicklv-looking child, evidently a sufferer from spinal disease-an infant as to size, but preternaturally old in countenance. The steady gaze of its large and serious eyes affected me magnetically-eyes that seemed ever seeking some. 88 SEA AND SHORE. thing that still eluded them, and which now appeared to inquire into my very soul. " Is your little boy ill, madam " I asked at last; and at the sound of my voice a smile broke over his small, sallow features, lending them strange beauty, but dying away instantly again into an expression of startled sus- picion. " Yes, very ill," she answered, clasping him tenderly as he clung to her suddenly. " He has some settled trouble that no medicine reaches, and tou see how small and light hie is. Many a twelve months' babe is heavier than he, yet he is three years old come March next, and he is 'cute beyond his years, it seems to me." "You seem very weak and weary," I rejoined. "I noticed you yesterday with interest, sitting all the time with your boy on your knee. You must need exercise and rest. Go and walk now a little, while you can;" and I stretched my arms for her baby. To her surprise, evidently, he came to me willingly- attracted, no doubt, by the gleam of the watch-chain about my neck, and still further propitiated by a portion of my orange, which lie greedily devoured. In the mean time the poor, pale mother took a few turns on the quarter-deck, and, disappearing therefrom a moment, returned with a small supply of cakes and bis- cuits which she had sought in the stewards room. An inspiration of Providence, no doubt, she thought this proceeding later, which at the moment was only in- tended to anticipate the delay attendant on all second- class meals. These cakes, with a pains-taking diligence, if not fore- thouglht-peculiar to all feeble animals, squirrels, sick children, and the like-did he one by one cram and com- 10 89 SEA AND SHORE. pel into my pocket, unconscious as I was at the moment of his miser-like proceeding (instinctive, probably), which later I detected, to his infinite rejoicing. In company with my slender purse, and bunch of useless keys, a pen- cil, and a small memorandum-book, they remainedperdu until that moment of accidental discovery arrived which was to test their value and place it "far above that of rubies." Light as a pithless nut seemed this little creature in my strong, energetic arms, and yet his mother staggered beneath his weight. She insisted, however, after a time, on resuming her charge of him, as it was proper she should do, and then sat beside me, delivering herself of a long string of com- plaints and grievances, after the fashion of all second-rate, solitary people when secure of sympathy. She overrated my benevolence on this occasion, how- ever. I was lost in painful reverie, and scarcely under- stood a word of her communication, which I was obliged at last to cut short, for I had resolved, now that my strength was recruited, on the only visible course remain- ing to me-I would seek Miss Lamarque, confide to her the statement of Christian Garth, relate to her what my eyes had seen, and be guided by her determination and judgment, with those of her brother, a man of sense, I saw, and whose instincts, no doubt, would all be shar- pened by the jeopardy of his children. She was sitting up in her state-room when I knocked at the door, still in her berth, the lower one-from which the upper shelf had been lifted so as to afford her room and air-looking very Oriental and handsomer than I ever had seen her, in her bright Madras night-turban and fine white cambric wrapper richly trimmed. 90 SEA AND SHORE. Her face broke into smiles as soon as she beheld me; and she invited ine, in a way not to be resisted, so resolute and yet so kindly was it, to partake with her of the hot coffee her maid was just handing her in bed, in a small gilded cup, a portion of the service on the stand beside her. "It is our Southern custom, you know, Miss Harz- always our cafe noir before breakfast, as a safeguard against malaria. To be sure, there is nothing of that sort to be apprehended at sea, but still habits are inveterate; second nature, as the moralists and copy-books say, as if there ever could be more than one. What nonsense these wiseacres talk, to be sure ! But there is creamn, you see, for those who like it-boiled down and bottled for the use of the children before leaving home-one of Dominica's notions; " and here the smiling maid, with her little, respectful courtesy, tendered me a reviving cup of Miss Lamarque's morning beverage, Mocha, made to the last point of perfection, dripped and filterel over a spirit- lamp by Doniinica, the skillful and neat-handed. "But you are very pale to-day, my child-what on earth can be the matter -There, Dorninica, I thought I heard Florry cry ! Go and help Caliste get the children readv for a trot upon deck before breakfast, and don't forget to give each one a gill of cream and a biscuit-or, stay, twice as much for the two elder before they go up. It may be some time before thev get their regular morn- ing meal.-Thev have to wait, you know, Miss Harz, which is such rank injustice where children are concerned. Patience never belongs to unreasoning creatures, unless an instinct, as with animals; men have to learn its lessons through the teachings of experience-that strictest of school-masters. Now, you see, I have mIn lecturing-cap 91 SEA AND SHORE. on, and am almost equal to you or Dr. Lardner in my way. But it takes you to define fascination I I suppose Mrs. Heavyside. however, could help you there-for nothing short of witchcraft could account to me for her elopement with that dreary man! To leave her sweet chil- dren, too, as if all the men on earth could be worth to a true mother her teething baby's little toe or finger! " " Would she never stop-never give one loop-hole for doubt to enter " I thought. " But what in the world ails you-has Dunmore, the disconsolate, been making love again Has Captain Falconer declared himself too soon and do you hesitate, on account of Miss Moore Don't let that consideration influence you, I beg, for she is the greatest flirt in Savan- nah, the truest to the vocation, and I like her for that, anyhow. Whatever a man or woman has to do, let him or her do earnestly. That isn't exactly Scripture, but near enough, don't you think so" and she laughed mer- rily. " I have been on deck this morning," I commenced, "lMiss Lamarque, and saw Christian Garth, and-" " He has been terrifying and electrifying you again with his tale of horrors-there, it is all out. Why, he is as sensational as 'Jane Eyre,' this new English novel I am just reading," drawing it from under her pillow and hold- ing it aloft as she spoke. " Currer Bell is not more mys- teriously awful, but Garth is not artistic. I detected his intention by the inconsistency of his expression of face, which bore no part in his narrative, and at once exposed him, you must remember-" " Oh, yes-but this time-" "Nonsense, Miriam Harz! the iceberg is gone, 1 know. Why, what a nervous coward you are, to be sure, 92 SEA AND SHORE. with all that assumed bravery I I am twice as courageous, I do believe, despite appearances; I really begin to be of opinion that it is safer to be at sea than on land-now what do you think of that for a heterodoxy -A second cup why, of course, and a third, if you want it; I am de- lighted you like it. These little Sevres toys are but thirn- bles, but I always carry them about with me by sea and land, and have for years; I feel as if there were luck in them, not one of the original three :ias been broken- there-there !-just as I was boasting, too !-never mind, such accidents will occur; but your pretty pongee dress is sadly stained with the coffee; besides, as you dropped the cup, it is your luck, not mine; and I want an odd saucer, anyhow, to feed Desiree out of; she sleeps in that willow basket you see in the corner of the state-room, Miss llarz, and is lazy, like her mistress, of mornings.- DesireeI Desiree! peep out, can't you, now you have your long-desired S&vres saucer to lap milk from -She won't touch delft, Miss Harz. She is the most fastidious little creature ! " "Alas! alas I " and I groaned aloud. "Not taking on about that silly cup, I hope-no; what can it be then, a megrim iNo. Well, I can't imagine any thing worse, to save my life. Here, let me read you this, it is fine-it is where Jane Eyre feels herself desert- ed, and this comparison about ' the dried-up channel of a river' thrills one. Just hear it; " and she was about com- mencing- " Not now-not now, Miss Lamarque; stern realities demand our attention. Lay your book aside, be cairn, be firm, but listen to me seriously. Christian Garth in- forms me, nor he alone my own eyes have done the rest-that the cotton in the hold has taken fire from the 93 SEA AND SHORE. lightning yesterday; has been slowly smouldering ever since the mast was struck-and that the ship's hours are numbered ! " "0 God I 0 God!" and she bowed her head upon her clasped and quivering hands. "But, Captain Am- brose-he did not tell you so" looking up suddenly. " Christian Garth, indeed I his impudence is surprising- another hoax, I suppose," and she tried to smile; " such a coarse creature, too ! " " We shall see, but for the present say nothing; only get up and dress as quickly as you can, but it is important to be very quiet, for fear of causing confusion. I have promised discretion." " Call Dominica, then, for me, Miss Harz," gasping and stretching forth her arms. " I can do nothing for myself-nothing-I am so weak, so helpless. Yet I must believe be is-you are mistaken! " "I trust it may prove so. But let me assist you; Dominica is best employed making ready the little ones and giving them food-strengthening them for the struggle. She will be nerveless if she knows the truth, and you are not in a condition to conceal it." " Just as you will, then. My trunk-will you be so kind as to unlock it and give me out the tray-that pict- ure After that I can get along alone." I silently did as she desired, and saw her place a cov- ered miniature about her neck before she arose. Very few minutes sufficed this morning for her toilet-usually a tedious and fastidious one-her dress, her bonnet, her shawl, were hastily thrown on, her watch secured with the few jewels lying upon the night-table; the rest of her valuables were with other boxes in the hold, the repository of all unneeded baggage, and these, of course, 94 SEA AND SHORE. she could scarcely hope to save in case of fire, even if lives were rescued. Then, together, we went out, just in time to join the little troop of young children and nurses on their way to the deck. Miss Lamarque did not reply to their tumult- uous greeting, but, silently taking the baby Florry, her namesake, in her arms, kissed her many times. I had told her while, she was dressing, of the smoke-wreaths about the base of the broken mast, and she believed in the testimony my eyes had afforded me far more than in the reports of Christian Garth. We did not encounter Mr. Lamarque when we first went on deck; he had gone forward to smoke, some one said; but Captain Ambrose was standing alone, telescope in hand, and to him we addressed ourselves, quietly. He seemed startled when I disclosed the result of my observation-for I did not choose to commit the pilot- but he did not attempt to deny the truth of the condition of things, and conjured us both to entire quiet and com- posure, and, if possible, to absolute silence. The safety of five hundred people, be said, depended on our discre- tion; the ship might not ignite for days, if at all, he thought, so carefully had the ait been excluded from the cotton by the process of tight calking, so as to seal it almost hermetically; indeed, the fire might be wholly extinguished by the pumps, which were constantly at work, pouring streams of water around and through the hold; and a panic would be equal to a fire in any case. Such were his calmness and apparent faith in his own words, that they did much to allay Miss Lamarque's fears. My own were little soothed-I never doubted from the beginning what the end would be. Mr. Lamarque approached us while the conference 9 5 SEA AND SHORE. with the captain was going on, and, under the seal of secrecy, the condition of affairs was communicated to that gentleman. I never saw a man so crushed and calm at the same time. His handsome face seemed turned to stone-he scarcely spoke at all, and made no inquiries. I think his mind, like mine, was made up to the worst. Yet he coin- manded himself so far as to go to the breakfast-table and superintend the meal of his little children, about whom he hung, like a mother-bird who sees the shadow of a hawk above her brood, from that moment until the do n ament of the drama separated us two forever. Miss Lamarque and I sat down together on a bench, while the host of hungry passengers crowded down to the cabin at the welcome summons of the bell, and I was aware again of the pale widow and her patient child standing near me. A sudden thought occurred to me. This woman, more than any one among us, needed the strengthening stimulus of good food, and this meal might be her last on shipboard-on earth, perhaps-for a dull, low, ominous sound began to make itself heard to my ear as soon as the murmur of the crowd subsided. " Trust me with your child again while you go down and eat your breakfast in my place to-day. It is a whim of mine. I have had coffee with this lady in her state- room, and shall not appear at the table. You may bring me a slice of bread, if you choose, when you come back, and one for baby. Do not refuse me this favor." Much pleased at my attention, as I could see, she went to the grand first table, with its high-heaped salvers of snowy rolls and biscuit, its delicate birds and fowls, its fragrant coffee and tea, so different from the dregs of the 96 SEA AND SHORE. humble board at which her second-class ticket alone en- titled her to appear; and, to save her from possible humiliation, I wrote a line to the steward; so she feasted, no doubt, in state. Agrain I enacted the role of self-appointed nurse to a creature that looked more like a fairy changeling than a flesh-and-blood creation. " You are a strange woman, Miriam Harz! At such an hour as this, what matters the quality of food " said MZiss Lamarque, sententiously. " After all, what can that invalid and her child be to you in any case They are essentially common and mean. You never saw them before, and may never see them again." " In view of such a catastrophe as that before us, all distinctions fade, Miss Lamarque. This is the last meal any one will take on the ship Kosciusko-she is doomed I The woman might as well get strength for the chance of saving herself and child. I doubt whether any second table will be spread to-day!" I spoke with anguish. "You cannot believe this! Why, after what the cap- tain said, days may go by before any real danger mani- fests itself! Ships must pass in the interval-many ships may pass to-day, within a few hours, ready for our relief, if needed; and see, the smoke has ceased to curl about your broken main-mast! That shows convincingly that the fire is being gotten under-extinguished, probably." "Oh, no! no! no! not with that low, terrible roaring in the hold. The fire is gaining strength, and our agony will soon he over." I sat with clasped hands and bowed head before her, insensible to her wordls. I suppose she strove to strength- en me. I think she tried to soothe. Failing in both, she rose and went away, and in her place came Christian 11 97 SEA AND SHORE. Garth, relieved from the helm, and stood a moment be- side me. " Don't be down-hearted, young gal, an' wait for me. Ef the Lord lets me, I will save you, and the old lady, too; that is, ef she is your aunt or mother or near of kin." I shook my head drearily. " You have no hope, then, Mr. Garth" " Hope yes; the best of hope-the Christian's hope. God can do any thing He pleases, we all know, andHe may stretch forth his hand when all seems dark; but Cap- tain Ambrose is not one to run a risk of that sort, so he has sent me to work upon a raft-one of two he is making for the seamen if the wust comes to the wust. But you see, I have been on lost ships afore now, an' I know there is no larboard nor starboard rules when men are skeered. So I shall make my raft to hold the womenfolk, for the boats will be for the sailors-mark my word-and them that's wise will wait till the press is over and take the rafts." " There are little children," I said; " six of them be- longing to that lady and Mr. Lamarque. Don't forget them, Mr. Garth, and the poor little widow coming now to claim her baby; this miserable little creature I am holding until she breakfasts. Don't lose sight of these, either, in the crowd, if, indeed, we are obliged to have recourse to your raft." " Pray rayther that it may float us all to safety," lie said, sternly, "for your best chance of being saved will be on that raft, if matters go as I think they will. Trust me, for I will come; " and he passed away just before the little widow came to my side again. " I came up as soon as I could, to relieve you. I know 98 SEA AND SHORE. how cross baby is when he gets restless, and I was afraid you might tire of him. See I I have brought his bread, and this waiter of tea and toast for you; now you must take a mouthful." She knew nothing of our danger, it was plain. "Did you leave the other passengers at table I " I asked; "the captain, was he there " The question was never answered, for the attention of my interlocutor was riveted now, as was my own, on the companion-way, from which a wild and frightened-look- ing crowd was densely emerging, with a confused hum of voices that announced their recognition of their impend- ing danger. The change of age, of pain, of woe, seemed sealed upon each aspect, as one by one, and phantom-like, in rapid succession, those who had so lately gone down to feast returned to the upper day, like grim ghosts coming from a church-yard carnival. It was a sight to stir the stoutest spirit. At the close of the repast, the captain had announced the truth to his passengers, and followed them now to enjoin them to firmness and efficiency, both so greatly needed at this crisis. Mounted on the capstan, he addressed them briefly, and not without influence. Such was the power of his simple and manly bearing over these distracted souls, that even the wildest listened with decorum. This was no immigrant-ship, loaded with stolid or des- perate men, insensible of high teachings, and alone desir- ous of personal safety. Yet the universal instinct asserted itself, and for the time courtesies were set aside, and fam- ily affections were all that were regarded. Miss Lamarque, pale, yet collected, now stood sur- rounded by the children of her brother, leaning upon his 99 SEA AND SHORE. arm while the captain spoke. Husbands and wives were together, sisters and brothers, servants and their masters -each group revealed its several household affinities. We only were alone-the dreary little widow, whose name I never knew, and Miriam Monfort; and on natu- ral principles we clung together. It is true that Miss Lamarque, by many signs, im- plored me to come to her, but I would not. It was like intruding on a bed of death, I felt, to break through ties of blood at such a time, by thrusting a foreign presence amid devoted relatives; and I was too proud, or perhaps too selfish, to intrude where I must be secondary, unless I took away another's rights. The captain had promised, in his brief address, to pro- tect his passengers to the utmost of his power-leaving the result with God. He had entreated them to be calm, and to preserve order-so essential to safety; had men- tioned his confidence that a ship must pass before the catastrophe could possibly occur; but added that, to pre- pare for the worst, he had ordered the construction of two rafts-one for the use of the seamen, the other for the reception of food and necessaries. His plan was to attach these to the larger boats, and so provide against want; in the certainty, however, that on such a route relief must soon present itself, in the shape of ship or steamer. He called on all able to abet his exertions to present themselves forthwith, so that universal safety might be insured; not only by making the rafts, but the secur- ing of food upon them, and comforts for the women and children, who represented so large a portion of the pas- sengers. He answered for the fidelity of his seamen with his life. There was not one amuong them, he knew, Who 100 SEA AND SHORE1 would lift a finger to disobey him. lie said these words in conclusion: " And now, if there is any one present sufficiently im- bued with the grace of God to fix the anxious minds of these voyagers in prayer, such at least of them as are powerless otherwise to aid our exertions, let him appear and minister to their tribulation. This task is not for nie, although the holiest. My duties call me elsewhere." So adjured, a mall, whose wild, fanatical appearance had given rise to the rumor that the famous "Lorenzo Dow " was on board, sprang on a bulkhead, and com- menced to exhort the crowd about him, from which a file of pale, determined-looking men was slowly emerging to join the seamen at the other end of the vessel in their efforts for the public weal. But many lingered, either overcome and paralyzed by the stringency of circumn- stances, or unequal to exertions from personal causes- aged men, women, and children, chiefly-and to these the frenzied speaker continued to address his words of exhortation and warning. Such a- tirade of terrible objurgation I felt was entirely out of place in a scene like this, and calculated to excite the worst passions of the human minid, instead of per- suading it to serenity and submission, so essential now; for to me the captain's last words represented the final grace of the preacher, when, with closed eyes and out- spread hands, he dismissed his flock from the temple at the close of the services. From that vessel and all that concerned it we were virtually enfranchised from that moment-dismnissed to destruction, so to speak, by fire or flood, or rescue from beyond, as the case might be, to life or death, as God willed-for the ship's mission was ac- complished. 101 SEA AND SHORE. I shrank as far as possible from the wild, waving arms, the frenzied eyes, the gaunt and wolfish aspect, the pierc- ing, agonized voice of the fanatic, who had assumed to himself the solemn office of soul-comforter in a time of extremity. I saw from a distance his long, lank figure writhing like a sapling in a storm, as it overtopped the crowd; but his words were lost on my ear, and I sat lean- ing back against the bulwark with folded hands, absorbed in my own thoughts, when a young girl, bursting from the throng, came and threw herself down before me, and buried her face in my lap, convulsed with sobs. When she looked up, I recognized the young person who had bathed my face in the morning during my partial swoon -a fair and lovely-looking girl of about eighteen years, pallid and ill now with excitement. " Oh, it is so terrible! " she cried; "I cannot-cannot bear it, and he says we are all hopelessly lost unless we have repented; that there is no death-bed salvation; and this is our death-bed, you know, for the Spanish ship passed us without stopping, and we scarcely hope to see another. 0 cruel, cruel fiends! to pretend they did not understand our signals, and leave us to destruction." And she clasped her bands in mute and bitter despair -no actress was ever so impressive. " We must make up our minds to the worst," I said, as calmly as I could. " Then, if God sees fit to deliver us, we shall be all the more thankful. You must not be- lieve what this ignorant and panic-stricken man tells you. Think of the thief on the cross whom Christ pardoned in dying." " Then you hope to be permitted to see God I You dare to hope this " she asked, gazing into my very eyes, so closely did she come to me. 102 SEA AND SHORE.0 "Oh, surely in his own good time! I have done nothing so very wicked, I hope, as to exclude me from my Father's face forever-have you Now, don't be frightened; speak calmly." " I don't know-I don't know. I should be afraid not to call myself desperately wicked at such a time; he says we all are, you know. We are all miserable sin- ners." " It is very abject to talk and feel thus, and I don't be- lieve that God approves of it," I said, indignantly. " He gives us self-respect, and commands us to cherish it. Such abasement is unworthy of Christian souls. It is very bitter to die, as young as we are; but, if we have done our best to serve Him, we need-we ought not to be afraid to meet our God." She clung to my outstretched hand. She strengthened my spirit by the fullness of her need. The feeble widow with her child, too, crept close to me, weeping and trem- blingr. " Do not leave me," she entreated; "let us stay to- gether to the very last." " Nay, that may be a long time," I answered, smiling feebly, and nerved for the first time to encouragement; " for the captain will do his best to save his passengers- the women especially, I cannot doubt; and see what bounteous provision he is making for their support! " And I pointed to the piles of flour and sugar barrels, the boxes of crackers and of hams, of figs and raisins, the hampers of wine and ale, which were profusely piled on the quarter-deck ready for lowering to the rafts. " He means to take care of us, you see, by the per- mission of Providence," I said, almost strengthened by this dependence, "and we wvill remain calmly together, 103 SEA AND SHORE. and drink whatever cup God offers us-humbly, I hope." Yet, even as I spoke, my heart rebelled against the fiat of my fate, and the young life within me rose up in fierce conflict with its doom. At this moment of bitter strife of heart, Mr. Dunmore, ths youthful poet of whom I have already spoken, stood betore me. " I have found you at last," he said, " deputed as I am to do so by Miss Lamarque. It is a point of honor with her to care for you personally in this ciisis. You know Major Favraud placed you under her care; besides that, her regard for you impels this request. She bids me say-" I interrupted him bastily. " This is no time for ceremonials, truly, Mr. Dun- more; yet, had family concurrence been perfect, it seenis to mei that her brother might have undertaken this mis- sion. I have no wish to thrust myself undesired into any household circle at such a crisis." " He is whollv absorbed with his children." "As he ought to be, Mr. Dunmore, and, when the time of peril comes, it is of their needs alone that he will and must think. I atn alone in this vessel, as I shall re- main. I did not leave Savannah under Miss Lamarque's care. She is very generous, very considerate, but I will not embarrass her motions, nor yours, nor any one's. It is the duty of Captain Ambrose to see to the welfare of his female passengers. I shall not be forgotten among these-" He stood before me with his knightly head uncovered, his handsome face as calim as though he were a guest at a festival instead of a patient and interested watcher at a funeral-pyre. His birth, his breeding, his genius even, 104 SEA AND SHORE. asserted themselves in that mortal hour. He was calm, collected, serious, but not afraid. " The peril will be great to all, of course," he said, quietly, " but no gentleman will prefer his own safety to that of the most humble and desolate woman on the ship. To you, Miss Harz, I devote my energies to-day, to you and these ladies of your party, whoever they may be-," bowing gently as he spoke. "I may fiail in delivering you from danger, but it shall not be for want of effort on my part. Believe my words, I have less care for life than most people, and now let me offer you my escort through that maddened crowd (the rest may follow closely), to reach Miss Lamarque." "No, Mr. Dunmore, I must remain just where I am, I have promised myself to do so; this is much; and these unhappy women-they, like myself, are alone, or seem to be. Should you see fit to do so, and be willing to be so encumbered, you can return after a lapse of time; but make no point of this, I entreat you. I think that Cap- tain Ambrose will observe good order and save his help- less ones first. You know he promised this-" There was a moment's pause, and movement of eye and hand, and then he spoke again, very softly: "Yes, and much more that can never be fulfilled, for already the cabin is in flames, the companion-way is closed, and the fire in the hold is making fearful head- way. I have heard the seamen have sworn to secure the boats; you are strong and resolute-be prepared for the very worst." Then, speaking in his usual tone, lie added: " Since the banner of Spain passed near enough to show us the rampant lions and castles on its crimson shield, and yet made no sign, I have had little hope of rescue from a 8ihip. It was ominous I" 12 10,5 SEA AND SHORE. "Not intended, then," I said, eagerly. "Oh, I am glad of this, at least, for the honor of human nature." " A strange consideration at such a time I You are a study to me, Miss Harz; yours is not apathy, like mine, but true courage, even in this death-struggle, and I will save you if I can, for you have a noble soul! " All further dialogue was cut short by the wild shout that rose from the crowd, the delusive cry of "A sail, a sail I " and Dunmore rushed with the rest to descry its myth-like form, if possible. It was some moments before hope again died down to a flat level of despair. Too remote for signal or trumpet was that distant, white-winged vessel gliding securely on its path of peace, unconscious of the extremity of the mighty steamer it distinguished dimly, no doubt, by the aid of telescopes. However this might have been, for the second time on that day of direst exigency, a ship went by, observed yet unobserving. Fainter and fainter grew the accents of the fierce, fanatic-Al preacher; his excitement forsook him as the danger became more and more imminent. The crowd broke into groups. Pale, stern men, with rigid features, who had been employed aiding in the construction of the rafts, returned now to the sides of their wives and children. Through a vista on the deck I discerned Miss La- marque, sitting quietly with her youngest nursling in her arms, beside her brother. His children and slaves were gathered around her knees. Dunmore was giving her my message, I could not doubt, from the glances she cast in my direction, as he stood near by. I knew that he would soon turn to come again, but my resolution was fixed. Captain Ambrose, with a face grown old in half a day, 106 SEA AND SHORE. gray, abstracted, wretched, passed and repassed me sev- eral times, telescope in hand. Ralph Maxwell on the round-house kept constant watch, his attitude dauntless, his face uplifted and keen, field-glass in hand. His West-Point training stood him in good stead now. Captain Falconer, a naval officer, had returned to the side of Miss Oscanyan, the woman he had loved hopelessly for years, and, before the scene closed between us forever, I saw him clasp her to his bosom; so that trying hour had for some high spirits its crowning consolations, its solace and reward, and, whatever else was in store, the martyrdom of love was over. An eager hand caught my shawl. "lHe is coming back, coming to persuade you to leave us," said the young girl; "but you have promised not to part from us, and I leel that God will remember us if we remain together firm and fast, we three." Then the pale widow spoke in turn: "Let me stay beside you too," she entreated; "it makes me feel stronger, I am so desolate-" and she bowed her head and wept. I would have said in the strange, calm bitterness that possessed my soul: "What value has life to you and your deformed one Poor, widowed, sickly, and despised, why should you wish to live Why encumber me" But thoughts like these were not for human utterance now, and we sat together, band locked in hand for a time, waiting for the end, as men may wait in years to come, when the earth is gray with sin, for the coming of the fiery comet that they know is destined to consume them. For was not this ship our world, penned in as we were on every side, and separated from all else by an ocean in- exorable and illimitable as space, and were not we like- 107 SEA AND SHORE. wise looking forward to a fiery doom-our finite, perhaps final, day of judgment I could understand then, for the first time, how con- demned criminals feel-well, strong, yet dying ! I knew how Walter La Vigne, the self-doomed, had felt, and some passages of Madame Roland's appeal rose visibly before me, as if written on the air rather than in my memory. I had read the book at Beauseincourt, and it had power- fully impressed me; and this, I remember, was the pas- sage that swept across my brain: " And thou whom I dare not name, wouldst thou mourn to see me preceding thee to a place where we cal love one another without wrong-where nothing will pre- vent our union-where all pernicious prejudices, all arbi- trary exclusions, all hateful passions, and all tyranny, are silent I shall wait for thee, then, and rest ! " So centred were my dying thoughts on Wentworth- so calmly did I await the great change that men call sud- den death! All this time-a time much briefer than that I have taken in recounting my sensations-the glorious summer's sun, the s-n of morning, was bathing the sea; the ship, with beauty, and a soft, fresh breeze, was fanning -every pallid brow with a caressing, silken wing, that seemed to mock its wretchedness. I thought not once of Christian Garth. I had ceased to strain my eyes for a distant sail, to seek to compromise with my fate or make conditions with my Creator. Dun- more was forgotten. I was composed to die-not re- signed. These things are different; a bitter patience possessed me that I felt would sustain me to the end, but I was not satisfied that my doom was just or opportune. "Farewell, sweet, young, vigorous life ! " I moaned 108 SEA AND SHORE. aloud. "Farewell, Miriam! It will not be thou, but a phantom, that shall arise from dead ashes I Farewell, dear hand, that hast served me long and well! " and I kissed my own right hand. I had not known until that moment how truly I loved myself. " Sister, lover, fare- well ! Mother, father, receive me I Gentle Constance, reach forth thy guiding hand and lead me to my parents! Wentworth, remember me I Saviour, my soul is thine! " I bowed my head. I had no more to say. Unwilling I was to die-afraid I was not; for, as I sat there, my whole life swept before me, as it is said to do before the eyes of the drowning, and rapidly as one may sweep the gamut on a piano with one introverted finger, and I saw myself as though I had been another. I had done nothing to make me afraid to meet my God; so, with closed eyes, I lin- gered in the shadow, conscious of nothing save exceeding calm, when the grasp of my gentle friend of the moment aroused me to a sense of what was occurring, and I saw, with horror indescribable, the fierce flames leaping from the deck, heard the hoarse shouts, beheld the lurid surg- ing of an agonized and despairing multitude ! But above all rang the clear, trumpet-tones of Captain Ambrose, soon to sink in death: " To the boats-to the boats I but save the women first-the children-as ye are Christian men I So help ye, mighty God! " I heard later how signally this noble charge was dis- regarded; how utterly self triumphed over generosity and duty; and how, in enforcing the example all should have followed, Captain Ambrose lost his valiant, valuable life. But this was thought nothing of then, and I sat patiently down to perish I 109 CHAPTER IV. IT was sunset when I first felt able to sit up beneath the awning of sails which provident hands had stretched above the central platform reserved for the occupancy of the women and children, spread thick with mattresses on the raft, and look about me understandingly. We were riding smoothly over the long, low, level bil- lobs of that summer sea, sustained beyond their reach on what seemed a rude barn-floor, composed as this was of the masts, booms, and yards, roughly lashed together by tarred ropes, no longer needed on the destined ship, and which had been assigned by the captain for that purpose to Christian Garth. A mast was erected in the front of this hastily-con- structed raft, on three sides of which were breastworks, with strong, loose ropes attached, so that those who clung to this refuge might support themselves with comparative safety, or rather have a chance for life, when our " float- ing grave" should hang suspended perpendicularly on the steep side of a mountain-billow, or drift beneath it. Just below, and surrounding the small, elevated plat- form on which I found myself when I revived, stretched on a slender mattre3s by the side of my feeble widow and her moaning child, were rows of barrels, firmly fastened by cleats, so as insure, to some degree, not only the pres- (110) SEA AND SHORE. ervation of our food and water, but to form a sort of bul- wark of protection for those who occupied the central portion of the raft. The young girl, of whom I have spoken as having .attached herself to me during the last moments of my stay on shipboard, and an old negro woman, whose croon- ing hymns made a strange accompaniment to the dashing waters, and whose stolid tranquillity seemed to reproach my anguish, were our only companions on the sort of dais assigned to his female passengers by Christian Garth. The man himself, to whom we owed our deliverance, stood near his primitive mast, trimming his sail carefully, and looking out with his far-reaching, sagacious ken over the waste of waters, into which the blood-red, full-orbed sun seemed dipping, suddenly, as for his night-bath. A few of the common passengers of the Kosciusko, and a knot of the seamen, comprising not more than twenty souls, composed the groups, scattered about the roughly yet securely lashed raft, silent and observant all, as men who face their doom are apt to be. I looked in vain for one familiar face, and for a mo- ment regretted that I had been withheld, as by some spell, for whose weird influence I could never sufficiently account, from having cast my destiny with theirs, who were so much nearer to me in station and congeniality of spirit than those around me. With Miss Lamarque's hand locked in mine, I should have vied with her, I felt, in cheerful courage; and the knightly calmness of Dun- more might have sustained my drooping, fainting soul. These were my peers, and, with them, I should have been better content to be tried. But the white squall, which had in no way affected us (so small and partial was the sphere of its influence), III SEA AND SHORE. had sufficed to separate ours irretrievably from our com- panion-raft, and the squadron of boats that had promised not to forsake as. And now the eye of agony was strained in vain over the weltering waste, for a vestige of those refugees from tne Kosciusko-buried, perhaps, a thousand fathoms deep, by their sudden visitors, beneath the waves of that deadly Atlantic sea. Tears rained over my face as I thought of this proba- bility, and, hopeless as I was of rescue, the almost certain fate of my companion-voyagers fell over me like a pall. " Better, perhaps-far better had it been"-I thought so then-" had we all perished together in that terrific sheet of flame that rose up like a dividing barrier between 11 at the last. Fit emblem of the final day of doom. Our trials were but begun. What more remained God in heaven only knew! " And rapidly, and in panoramic succession, all the fearful adventures of raft and boat that I had ever read of, or heard related, passed across my mind, ending with that latest, and perhaps the most fearful of all-the wreck of the Medusa ! The night came down serene and beautiful. As the sun disappeared in ocean, up rose the full-orbed moon- crimson and magnified by surrounding vapors-that to the practised eye portended future tempest, calm as the ocean and the heavens then seemed. The constellations, singularly distinct and splendid, had the power to fix and fascinate my vision-never felt before-as they shone above me, clear and crystalline as enthroned in space-judges, and spectators, cold and pitiless as it seemed to me, in the strangeness and for- lornness of my condition-Arctnrns, and the Ursas, great and little, and Lvra, and the Corona Borealis, Berenice, 112 SEA AND SHORE. and Hydra, and Cassiopea's chair; these and many more. I marked them all with a calm scrutiny that belongs to terror in some phases. The stars seemed mocking eyes that night-smiling and safe in heaven-the moon, a cold and cruel enemy with her vapory train, so grandly sail- ing across the cloudless heaven-so careless of our fate the wreck of a ruined world as many deem her-veiling in light her inward desolation. A faint and vapory comet lurked on the horizon-like a ghastly messenger-scarcely discernible to the human eyes, yet vaguely ominous and suggestive-a spirit-ship it might be-watching in silence to bear away the souls of those lost at sea ! There was deep stillness-unbroken, save by the lap- ping and plashing waters. Even the crooning hymns of the old negro woman had died away; and the moans of the suffering child, and the sobs of the weary mother, and the eager exclamations of Ada Greene (for such I learned was the name of my young companion), were, for a season, lost alike in sleep. Food had been distributed-prayer had been offered- all seemed favorable so far to our preservation. We were on the track of voyage-the pathway of ships-and the sea was tranquil as a summer lake; up to this point, the arm of God had been extended over us almost visibly. Would He forsake us now I questioned thus, and yet I could not, dare not, hope as others hoped ! The morning came; I woke, aroused by Salva's song, from troubled sleep; and, as I rose to a sitting posture, a troop of sea-birds that bad been swooping overhead, fled with a fiend-like screaming. The mother and child were already consuming their scant allowance of food. Ada Greene was standing self- 13 113 SEA AND SHORE. poised, swaying like a slender reed with the motion of the raft, so as never to lose her balance, like a young acrobat, with her folded arms, her floating hair, and fair Aurora face, uplifted to the day. Over the raft were scattered groups of men taking their morning meal; but, as before, the stalwart form of Christian Garth was at the helm, or rather, mast and rudder merged in one, which he controlled with calm, sagacious power. " Is there a ship in the distance, that you gaze so ear- nestly I " I asked of the young girl as I put back my hair that had clustered thickly over my face in my uneasy slumber, and followed eagerly the direction of her eyes. " Oh! no; only a school of dolphins; but it is so pretty I Some came quite near just now; the men were harpooning them; but if we had them we could not cook them, you know, on this miserable contrivance." " One we should be very grateful for, Ada, since it is all that lies between us and destruction ! " I answered, sorrowfully, for the levity of her spirit grieved and shocked me. "I don't know about that; I think we might as well have gone down at once as stay here, and be roasted and starved. How hot it is to-day I What would I not give for a good glass of ice-water I Don't look so shocked; we shall be saved, of course. I am not the least afraid about that, for Mr. Garth says we mtsat see a ship before even- ing. Don't you mark the flag flying at the mast-head He brought it on board on purpose, so that they might not mistake our country (the packets, I mean), and give us the go-by as that Spanish vessel did I But they do say that was a pirate; and that, instead of sitting on a plank, we should have been walking a plank by this time, had they 114 SEA AND SHORE. rescued us. I'm rather glad they didn't, though, after all-things couldn't be much worse than they are, could they, now -There, I came very near falling, I de- clare ! " The moans of the sick woman at my side became almost constant toward noon; and she was obliged to surrender her infant wholly to my charge, for the hmmor- rhage of the day before had returned, and she was fast drifting into unconsciousness. "Water, water I" was the only intelligible cry that left her lips, and that we had to give was warm and brackish, from the occasional lapping of the sea against the barrels, into which it oozed insensibly. The sun shone down hot and brazen, from the lurid heavens, covered with filmy clouds, so equally over- spreading it that a thin, gray veil seemed to interpose between us and its scorching rays, scarcely tempering them by its diaphanous medium. Beneath it lay the sea, like a copper shield, smooth and glowing, seething like a boiling caldron, with its level foam, for the long, low-rolling billows lifted themselves but lazily from Ocean's breast, and assumned no distinctness of form or motion. Not the faintest breeze came to relieve the stifling closeness of the atmosphere, or lift the col- lapsed sail, or furled flag, that clung around our mast. The air shimmered visibly around us, as though under- going some transformation from the heat, some culinary process, through which it was to be rendered unfit for human lips to breathe. Birds flew low and heavily around the raft, as though their wings met such resist- ance as fish find in water, alighting occasionally to pick up languidly morsels of rejected food. Still the old negro's crooning hymns went on, recom- 115 SEA AND SHORE. menced with morning light. To my sad heart, the re- frain bore a mournful significance: "In the land of the New Jerusalem There shall be no more sea." She sat, a wrinkled hag, with a leering, repulsive face, with her feet planted firmly on her mattress, her knees elevated, her long, ape-like arms closely embracing these -her fingers, strung with brass and silver rings, inter- twined with snake-like flexibility. On her head was the inevitable bright-colored hand- kerchief, the badge of her race, or rather of her condition in those days, and she wore the decent, blue-cotton frock, which marked her for a plantation-negro. Large hoops were in her flat, enormous ears, that seemed to suspend her shoulders as they touched them, drawn up and nar rowed as these were, even beyond their natural hideous ness, by her attitude, one which she maintained as stolid ly as a dervish. " You must help us," I said, at last, when the crisis came, and affairs waxed desperate. "You must take the child, at least, and care for him. See, it requires two persons to sustain his dying mother-one to wet her lips, one-" "'Deed, honey," she interrupted, coolly, "you must ascuse me dis oncst; I has jus' as much to do as I kin posomply 'complish, in keepin' of myself dry, comfable, and singin' ob my hbyme-toones. We has all to take our chances dis time, an' do for our own selves, black and white; an' I don't see none ob my own white folks on dis raf, wich I is mighty proud of. Dar, now ! I does b'leve dat is a ship sail way off dar. Does you see it, honey" And she pointed to a large white gull, skimming the 116 SEA AND SHORE. main at some distance. Disgusted with her selfishness, I vouchsafed her no further notice at the time, and her crooning went on during the whole period of the bitter death-struggle of that poor sufferer, whose name I never knew, but whose little, deformed waif, the orphan of the raft, remained my heritage. "'You will take care of him," she had said to me, in her last conscious moments, "mmy baby-boy, my little_" the name died on her lips, and she never spoke again. When she was dead, Christian Garth caused her to be wrapped in sail-cloth, weighted with chains, and, with a brief prayer, consigned to the deep. His superstitious sailor's fears rebelled against the idea of keeping a corpse on board one moment longer than necessary, so the rites of sepulture were speedily accomplished. When I remonstrated, feebly enough it is true, for exhaustion was supervening on long-sustained effort, at his haste, which, even under the circumstances, seemed to me indecent, he coolly spoke of it as a measure essential to the good of all. Talismanic as were these words on such occasion, mine were the lips that murmured the brief prayer, a portion of the solemn Episcopal grave-service that I chanced to remember, above the poor, pale corpse, even while my weary arms inclosed the struggling child, who, understanding nothing of the truth, would fain have plunged after his mother into depths unknown. A low, long roll of thunder smote on the ear, like a message to the ocean, from the heavens above, as we saw the waters close greedily over the form of our dead pas- senger. The men who had launched the body from the raft looked up and listened fearfully, and Christian Garth hastened to trim. his sail. 117 SEA AND SHORE. It was sunset now, and the clouds gathered so rapidly about the sun, that he sank empalled in purple to his watery bed, leaving no trace behind to mark his faded splendor. A sudden breeze sprang up, infinitely refreshing at first to soul and sense, and again the thunder lumbered and crashed about us. The billows heaved and leaped like steeds just freed from harness, tossing their white manes; the raft shuddered and reeled with a deadly, sickly motion, like a creature in strong throes, plunging with frantic suddenness into the troughs of the waves at one moment, as if impelled by fear, then rallying to their summits, only to cast itself wildly down again. All was confusion, dire and terrible. Then burst the storm upon us-rain, wind! I was conscious of clutching, with one hand, a rope which strained and swayed desperately, while with the other I grasped the afrighted baby to my breast. Ada Greene and the old negro woman clung together, banging to the same cord of safety, flung to them, to all of us, by the hand of Christian Garth. The barrels strained and groaned, and broke from their fastenings; the awning was wrenched from its mooring, and swept away; the bitter brine broke over us and choked our cries; the anguish of death was upon us without its submission. We struggled instinctively to breathe, to live; we grappled desperately with circum- stances; we fought against our doom. Suddenly the sea dropped to rest-the storm was spent; a low, sighing, soughing gale swept around our nucleus of despair. and the surging of the sea was like a bitter funeral-wail. The air grew cold and chill; one vast, pall-like cloud enveloped the whole face of the un- 118 SEA AND SHORE. pitying heavens, that seemed literally "to press down upon our very faces like a roof of black marble." No moon, no stars, were visible; we had no light of any kind, nor could we ascertain the damage done until the cold, gray morning broke in gloom and rain upon us. Then it was made plain to us that our food had all been swept overboard-together with six seamen and five of the passengers. There remained on the raft only three shuddering women and a little child-and a handful of weary and discouraged men, sustained and led to a sense of duty by the dauntless master-spirit of one alone-the presence of Christian Garth, indomitable through all hardships. So it had fared with us for six-and-thirty hours of our experience on " our floating grave." We bad been washed from our little platform, which ordinarily lifted us above the lapping of the sea during the prevalence of the storm-and we regained it now, glad to repose even on the sea-soaked mattresses bereft of awning. By the mercy of God some glutinous sea-zoo- phytes had been tangled among them, and by the help of the brine-soaked biscuit in my pocket (crammed there, it may be remembered, as a precious hoard for a time of dire necessity, on the morning of the fire, by the small, cunning fingers of the sickly child), we breakfasted, or rather broke our fast-we four, the child, the negress, Ada Greene, and I-and life was aroused again in every breast by means of a briny morsel. " A cup of coffee would not be amiss just now," said the girl, laughing, " but the Lord knows we can wait." There was a strange, bright light in the eyes of the young girl as she spoke these words, and she was array- ing her hair coquettishly with some bunches of sea-weed, which had been cast up by the storm, and from which the 119 SEA AND SHORE. eager, famishing lips of the little boy had been permitted to suck the gluten before discarding the skeleton stems. That hair was in itself a grace and glory-rippling from crown to waist in sheeny, golden splendor, fine as silk, and glossy as the yellow floss threads of pale, ripe In- dian-corn-beautiful, even in its dishevelled and drenched condition, as an artist's dream. Devoid as it was of regu- lar beauty, the face beneath, with its clear blue eves, red lips, and pure complexion, the pink and white that re- minds one of a sweet-pea or ocean-shell, had struck me as very lovely from the first; nothing to support this ground work of excellence had I discovered, however, either in the form of the head, which was ignoble, or the expression of the face, which was both timid and defiant, or the tones of the voice, which were shrill and harsh by turns-yet, as my fellow-voyager and sufferer, I was interested in this young creature, not forgetting, either, her attention during my pending swoon, of which mention has been made. " I am going to the party, whatever the preacher may say, and whether Captain Ambrose wills it or no. I am under his care and protection, you see, to go to New York to my aunt, Madame Du Vert, the famous milliner, and I am to learn her trade. Her name is Greene, so they call her Du Vert, to make out that she is French-vert is green, in French, you see; or so they tell me. Now, Captain Ambrose is a church-member, too, and he does not want dancing on his ship, and so he made the calkers pitch the deck-tbat was to break up the ball, you know; but don't tell any one this for the 'land's sake,"' drawing near to me and whispering strangely, with her forefinger raised- "i or all those proud Southern people would pitch into me -pitch, you understand" and she laughed merrily- " their white satin slippers and all I " 120 SEA AND SHORE. " You must not talk so, Ada; " and I took her hand, which was burning. "Why not Who are you, to prevent me I amn as good as you any day-or Miss Lamarque either, or any of those haughty ones-though my father was a negro-trader. Well, whose business was that but God's I If He don't care, who need care -An't I right, old mammy " ap- pealing to the ancient negress, who had suspended her croon to listen. " Yes, indeed-that you is, honey; right to upholden your own dad-nebber min' what he did to serbe the debble. But you looks mighty strange, chile, outen your eyes. Wat dat you sees ober dar-is it a ship, gal -or must we-" and her voice sank to a mutter-" must we fall back on dis picaninny, to keep from starvation -" I understood her dreadful suggestion even before the words fully left her cannibal lips, exposing her yellow fangs; from the glance of her cruel eye in the direction of the child, and the working of her long, crooked talons, rather than fingers, writhed like knotted serpents; I un- derstood them with an instinct that made me clutch him closely to my breast, and narrowly watch his enemy from that hour until the time when my brain failed and my eyes closed in unconsciousness, and with the determina- tion to plunge with him into the sea rather than devote him to such a fate or yield to such an alternative as this wretch in human form had more than hinted even should the animal instinct, underlying every nature, presume to dictate to reason at the last I We could but die-that was the very worst that Fate bad in store for us-but die in the body I How infinite- ly worse that the soul should perish through the selfish sensuousness of cannibalism, which would degrade life 14 121 SEA AND SHOPRE itself below dissolution, even if preserved by such means ! " I am ready now to go to Captain Ambrose for as- sistance," said Ada Greene, poising herself before me, and having surrendered or forgotten her first idea, evi- dently, in the new mania of the moment. " Of course, he does not intend to leave us here to perish, and he is in the next cabin-but a step; see how easily I can get to him, and I shall be back before you can say ' Presto !" As nimbly as a sea-gull runs upon the sand, the young creature flew across the now level raft toward the sea, but a strong hand clutched her as she was about to step over- board, and compelled her back to her place on the plat- form, where, bound with cords, she lay raving, until sleep or unconsciousness mercifully supervened to spare me the spec- tacle of her agony, which no human power could alleviate. Hours passed before this " consummation devoutly to be wished " took effect, and, at the end of that time, my reeling brain, my fainting energies, warned me that 1, too, was probably approaching some dreadful crisis. With a view to the refreshment its waters could possibly afford my head, I crept quietly from the platform on which the old negro woman held enforced guard over the insensible form of Ada Greene, and, still clasping the poor helpless one, so mysteriously thrust upon my tender mercies, to my bosom, I gained the edge of the raft, un- noticed by Christian Garth, who might otherwise have apprehended me in turn, and borne me back to my allot- ted precincts, and hung above the ocean, so as to suffer its cooling spray to fall unceasingly across my burning forehead. From some instinctive prompting I had lashed the poor, frail baby to my girdle with the scarf of knotted 122 SEA AND SHORE. silk I wore about my neck, and, wan and exhausted, he lay upon my shoulder tranquilly as any Indian papoose might do on its mother's breast. A branch of sea-weed floated past as I looked down-some gracious mermaid's gift, perhaps, extended by her invisible fingers to greet our famishing lips and I caught it eagerly, dividing the welcome nutriment with the perishing child, now patient from weakness and instinctive consciousness, perhaps, of the entire uselessness of cries and tears. Whether the weed was a sort of ocean-hasheesh, or wholesome aliment, I never knew, but certain it is that, from the moment its juices passed my lips, a strange and delightful quietude stole over my weary senses, fast laps- ing, as these had seemed, into unconsciousness when I left my place to seek the ocean's brink. The rays of the declining sun seemed for a moment centred on one spot, immediately before my impending face, supported as this was on one hand, and iny sight fol- lowed their lance-like rays to the very floor of ocean ! As the waters of the Red Sea divided for the passage of Moses and the Israelites, so seemed these to part for my mental eyes, sundered as they were by a golden sword of infinite splendor. That power which neither pain nor peril can subdue had possession of me now, and, above all, the bitter cir- cumstances that surrounded me, and, in the face of dan- ger and of death, imagination asserted her supremacy. My dream was not of passing ship or harbor gained, or rich repast, or festival, or clustered grapes and sparkling wines, like other sufferers from shipwreck, fevered with famine, frenzied with despair; but hasheesh or opium never bestowed so fair, so strange a vision as that which, In my extremity, was mercifully accorded to me. 1'23 SEA AND SHORE. My eyes pursued the sea-shaft to its base, as a tele- scope conducts the mortal gaze to revel in the stars. Merman and mermaid, nereid and triton, were there, rejoicing in the sunbeams thus poured upon them through this subtle conduit of ocean, as do the motes of summer in her rays; but soon these disappeared, a motley crowd, confused and joyous, leaving the vision free to pierce the depths, glowing with golden light, in search of still great- er marvels. Then I saw outspread before me the streets, the fanes, the towers, the dwellings, of a vast, deserted city, one of those, I could not doubt, that had existed before the flood, and which had lain submerged for thousands of centuries; the fretwork of the coral-insect was over all (that worker against time, so slow, so certain), in one monotonous web of solid snow. Statues of colossal size, and arches of Titanic strength and power, adorned the portals, the pass-ways, the tem- ples of this metropolis of ocean, guarded as were these last by the effigies of griffin and dragon, and winged elephant and lion, and stately mastodon and monstrous ichthyosaurus, all white as gleaming spar. Gods and demi-gods of gigantic proportions and majes- tic aspect were carved on the external walls of the win- dowless abodes and fanes; and, from the yawning portal of one of these, a temple vast as Dendera's self, came forth, fold after fold, even as I seemed to gaze, the mon- strous sea-serpent of which mariners dream, more huge, more loathly, than fancy or experience ever yet portrayed him. I still behold in memory the stately, feartul head, with its eyes of emerald fire and sweeping, sea-green mane, as it reared its neck for a moment as if to scale the ladder the sunbeams had thrown down when first 124 SEA AND SHORE. emerging from its temple-cavern; and, later, the mottled, monstrous body, as coil after coil was gradually unwound, until it seemed at last to lie in all its loathsome length for roods along the silent, shell-paved streets-the scaly monarch of that scene of human desolation! I recall the feeling of security that upheld me to look and to observe every motion of the reptile of my dream. "s He cannot come to me here," I thought. " The ark is sacred, and God's hand is over it; besides, I hear the singing of the priests, and the dove is about to be cast forth ! Will the raven never come back I Oh, the sweet olive-branch I It falls so lightly I We are nearing the mountain now, and we shall soon cast anchor! " Then, among choral chants of joy and thanksgiving, I seemed to sleep. How long this slumber lasted, or whether it came at all, I never knew. It is a loving and tender thing in our Creator to decree to us this curtain of uncon- sciousness when nerve and strength would otherwise give way beneath the intensity of suffering-a holy and gentle thing for which we are not half thankful enough in our estimate of blessings. My sleep, or swoon, shielded me from long hours of agony, mental and physical, that must have become un- endurable ere the close. As it was, I knew no more after the sea-shaft closed with its wondrous and mysterious revelations (which I yet recall with marveling and ad- miration, as we are wont to do a pageant of the past), until aroused from lethargy by the hand and voice of Christian Garth. It was night. I saw the glimmer of the moonlight on the seas, a tranquil, balmy night; but some dark object was interposed between me and the stars which, I knew, were shining above, and the raft lay motionless upon the 125 126 SEA AND SHORE. waters. I was aware, when my senses returned tempora- rily, that the bow of a mighty vessel was projected above our frail place of refuge, and that we were saved. The dove had come at last I When or how we were lifted to the deck of the ship I knew not, for, having partially revived, I soon drifted away again into profound lethargy and entire uncon- sciousness, which for a time seemed death. CHAPTER V. A wolf sat sewing near my berth in the state-room in which I found myself; a fan, lying on a small table at her side, betokened in what manner she had divided her attentions-between her needle and her helpless charge. I thought, indeed, that I had felt its soft plumes glide gently across my face in the very moment of my awaken- ing, in the first amazement of which I but dimly com- prehended the circumstances that surrounded me. "What brought this stranger to my pillow Who and what was she Where was I" These were my mental queries at the first. Then, as the truth gradually dawned over my sluggish and bewildered brain, I lay quietly revolving matters, and noticed my self-constituted nurse, and my surroundings, with the close yet careless observation of a child. The woman, on whom my gaze was earliest fixed (while her own seemed riveted on the work upon her knee), was of middle age or beyond it, of medium size, of square and sturdy make, and homely to the very verge of ugliness. She was dressed plainly, if not commonly, in black, but there was a general air of decency about her that seemed to place her beyond the sphere of servitude. She wore spectacles set in tortoise-shell frames, and she wore her iron-gray hair straight back behind small, fun- (127) SEA AND SHORE. nel-shaped ears, and gathered into the tightest knot behind. Her head was flat and narrow at the summit, though broad at and above the base of the brain. Her forehead, wide yet low, was ignoble in expression. The mouth, shaped like a horseshoe, was curved down at the corners, and was full of sullen resolution. The nose, pinched, yet not pointed, showed scarcely any nostril, and might as well have been made of wood, for any meaning it betrayed. Her eyebrows were short, wide, rugged, and irregular, though very black; the cast-down eyes, of course, so far inscrutable. She was shaping a flimsy, black-silk dress, and doing it deftly, though it was a marvel to me how hands so stiff and cramped as hers appeared to be could handle a needle at all. On one of these gnarled and unlovely fingers she wore a ring which, in the idleness of the mood that possessed me, I examined listlessly. It was an old-fashioned and slender circle of gold, so pale that it looked silvery, such as in times long past had commonly been used either for troth-plight or marriage-vows, surmounted by two small united hearts of the same dull metal by way of ornament. Mrs. Austin, I remembered, possessed one, the aversion of my childhood, that seemed its counterpart. My weary eyes wandered from her at last, to take in the accessories of my chamber, tiny as this was, and I saw that against the wall were hanging a gentleman's great- coat and hand-satebel. Cigars and books were piled on the same table which held the spool and scissors of my companion, and a pair of cloth slippers, embroidered with colored chenilles and quilted lining, of masculine size and shape, reposed upon the flooir. A cane and umbrella were secured neatly in a small corner rack. There were 128 SEA AND SHORE. no traces, I saw, of feminine occupancy beyond the tran- sient implements of industry alluded to. Suddenly, in their languid, listless roving, my eyes encountered those of my attendant fixed full upon me, while a smile distorted the homely, sallow face, disclosing a set of yellow teeth, sound, short, and strong, like regu- lar grains of corn. In those eyes, in that mouth and saffron teeth, lay the whole power and character of this repulsive and dis- agreeable physiognomy. Those feline orbs of mingled gray and green, with their small, pointed pupils, were keen, vigilant, and observing beyond all eyes it had ever before or since been my lot to encounter. After meeting their penetrating glance I was not surprised to hear their possessor accost me in clear, metallic tones, that seemed only the result of her gift of insight, and consistent with it. " You are awake and yourself again, young lady, I am glad to see! Yon have slept very quietly for the last few hours, and your fever is wellnigh broken. Will you have some food now You need it; you must be weak." "Yes, very weak; but not hungry at all. I do not want to eat. Just let me lie quietly awhile. It is such enjoyment." She complied silently and judiciously with my request. After a satisfactory pause, during which I had gradu- ally collected my ideas, I inquired, suddenly: "How long is it since we were lifted from the raft, and where are the other survivors" "All safe, 1 believe, and on board, well cared for, like yourself. It has been nearly two days since your raft was overhauled. This was what the captain called it," and she smiled. 129 SEA AND SHORE. " The baby-where is he I hope he lived." "Yes, he is at last out of danger, and we have ob- tained a nurse for him. He would only trouble you now; but it is very natural you should be anxious about him." " Yes, he was my principal care on the raft, and I do not wish to lose sight of him. When I am better, you must let him share my room until we reach our friends." " Oh, certainly! " and again she smiled her evil smile. "No one, so far as I know of, has any right or wish to separate you; but, for the present, you are better alone." "Yes, I am strangely weak-confused, even," and I passed my hand over my blistered face and dishevelled hair with something of the feeling of the little woman in the story who doubted her own identity. Alas! there was not even a familar dog to bark and determine the vexed question, " Is this I " Helpless as an infant, flaccid as the sea-weed when taken from its native element, feeble in mind from recent suffering, broken in body, I was cast on the mercies of strangers, ignorant, until they saw me, of my existence, yet not indifferent to it, as their care testified. "You will take some food now,," said the woman, kindly. " Your weakness is not unfavorable, since it proves the fierce fever broken; but you must hasten to gather strength for what lies before you. We shall be in port to-morrow." I put away the spoon with an impatient gesture. "I cannot; it nauseates me but to see it, to think of it. Strength will come of itself." " Oh, no; that is impossible. Besides, the doctor has ordered panada, and I am responsible to him for your safety. Come, now, be reasonable. This is very nice, seasoned with madeira and nutmeg." 130 SEA AND SHORE. Making a strong effort to overcome my repugnance, I received one spoonful of the proffered aliment, then sank back on my pillow, soothed and comforted, not more by the unexpectedly good effects of the compound, than the associations it conjured up, of my sick childhood, of Mrs. Austin, and of Dr. Pemberton. " Ah I you smile; that is a good sign," said the wom- an; "favorable every way. We shall have no more de- lirium now, I hope; no more ' bears and serpents' about the berth; no more calls for ' Bertie' and ' Captain Went- worth,' and you will soon be able to tell us all about your- self and your people-all we want to know." I must have lapsed again into reverie rather than slumber, from which I was partly aroused by whispering voices at the door, one of which seemed familiar to me. Yet this fact or fancy made little impression on me at the moment, feeble and wretched as was my will, undis- criminating as were my faculties. And when the door opened, and a lady entered, I did not seek to inquire about her interlocutor. Respectfully rising from her seat beside me, my companion left it va- cant for her, to whom she introduced me as her mistress, and stood, work in hand, sewing beneath the skylight, while the new-comer remained in the state-room. A handsome woman, tall and fashionably attired, ap- parently between thirty and forty years of age, square faced, dark-eyed, rosy-cheeked, and with curling hair, ap- proached me with uplifted hands and eyebrows as I lay gazing calmly upon her; for my food and slumber togeth- er had strengthened and revived me wonderfully in the last few hours, and my senses were again collected. " Awake, and herself again, as I live, even if we can- not say yet truthfully ' clothed and in her right mind'- 131 SEA AND SHORE. Eh, Clayton " with a sneering simper; " and what eyes, what teeth, to be sure I Then the dreadful redness is going away, though the skin will scale, of course; but no matter for that; all the fairer in the end. And what a special mercy that her hair is saved I-You have to thank me for that, young lady. I would not let the ship's doc- tor touch a strand of it-not a strand. ' One does not grow a yard and a half of hair in a month, or a year, doc- tor,' I observed, ' and a woman might as well be dead at once, or mad, or a man, as have cropped hair during all the days of her youth.' I had a fellow-feeling, you see ! I have magnificent hair myself; child, as Clayton well knows, for it is her chief trouble on earth, and I would almost as lief die as lose it." "Yes, indeed, Lady Anastasia's hair is one of her chief attractions," observed the sympathizing Clayton, behind her chair. " So Sir Harry Raymond thought, my dear "-address- ing me-" when I married him, ten years ago; and so somebody else thinks just now, for I am tired of my wid- owhood, and intend taking on the conjugal yoke again as soon as I reach-" "New York," interpolated Mrs. Clayton, hastily and emphatically; clearing her throat slightly, by way of apology, perhaps, for her officiousness. " And vou shall stand bridesmaid, my dear. Yes, I am determined on it; so never make great eyes at me. There is a little bit of romance about me that will strike out in spite of all my worldliness; and it will he so pretty to have an 'ocean-waif' for an attendant-it will read so well in the papers! I suppose, when you reach your friends, there will be no difficulty about a dress, and all that sort of thing, meet for the occasion-a very splendid 132 SEA AND SHORE. one, I assure you-conducted without regard to expense; for my ftance is very rich, I hear, and my own jointure was a liberal one." " You do ine a great honor," I murmured, conven- tionally rebelling inwardly at the suggestion. " Oh, not at all 1." was the gracious rejoinder. " I see at a glance, in spite of your misfortunes, that you are one of us, which is not what I say to everybody. True blood will show under all circumstances, though there is such an improvement. Did any one ever see the like be- fore Why, my dear, you were blistered and black when we picked you up, and afterward sienna-colored; now you are almost a beauty! " " I am better-much better, and have a great deal to be thankful for, I feel," I contented myself with mur- muring. " Of course you have. It was just a chance with you between our ship and death, you know. By-the-by, what name shall we give our ' treasure-trove "' " Miriam for the present, if you please. This is no time nor place for ceremony." "Well, Miriam it shall be," she repeated with lauhli- ing eyes (hers were of that sort which close and grow Chinese under the pressure of merriment and high cheek- bones combined). " Miriafr, I like the name-there is something grand about it." " But how shall we know where to find your friends when we get to port " asked my first attendant. " We must know more than your Christian name for such a purpose. You must place confidence in us, you must in- deed! " " Be patient with me," I entreated. " I am much too feeble yet to give you the details that may be necessary. 133 SEA AND SHORE. When we reach New York, you shall know every thing: or is it, indeed, to that place this ship is bound I " " I thought you knew all about your destination by this time," replied Lady Anastasia Raymond. " Yes, yes, New York of course !" and again she laughed. "Didn't you hear Clayton say so" Just then a sharp tap at the door was answered by Lady Anastasia, who went quickly from beneath the cur- tain hung across it (in consideration, no doubt, of the privacy my illness enjoined), but not before I had caught once, and this time clearly, the tones of a voice that thrilled to my life, the same that had haunted my deliri- ous fancy, I now remembered, through the last four-and- twenty hours. I rose to my elbow impulsively, only to fall back again utterly exhausted. "' Who was that speaking " I asked, feebly; " can it be possible-" and I wrung my hands. " It was the ship's doctor," interrupted the woman I had heard called Clayton by her mistress. " He had not time to do more than inquire about you, I suppose, there are so many ill in the steerage; but he has been very kind and will probably return." " I hope so," I rejoined; " I should like to realize that voice as his. It has haunted me very disagreeably in my dreams, and the tones are those of an old, old acquaint- ance, one I should be sorry to see here." "I do not believe you have an acquaintance on the ship," she said, simply. " Under the circumstances any such person would certainly have discovered himself; your situation would have moved a heart of stone." "But it is sometimes wise for the wicked to He per- du," I murmured, and conjecture was busy in my brain. 134 SEA AND SHORE. " I should be glad, too, to see the captain of this vessel at his earliest convenience," I added, after a pause. " Will you be so good as to apprise him in person of my earnest wish I It would be a real charity." " Oh, certainly; but I am afraid he cannot come to- night. It is nearly evening now, and he never leaves the deck at this hour, nor until very late." " To-morrow, then, I must insist on this interview, since I reflect about it. for several reasons." "To-morrow he shall come," she said, sententiously; "and now try and sleep again. It is very necessary you should gather strength, for we shall be in port shortly, when all will be confusion." I went to sleep, I remember, murmuring to myself: "The hands were the hands of Jacob, but the voice was the voice of Esau;" and my bewildered faculties fiuind rest until the mnorning's dawn. After a hasty toilet made by the careful hands of Mrs. Clayton, a matutinal visit made by Mrs. or Lady Ray- mond, who always rose early as she informed me, and a cup of tea, very soothing to my prostrated nerves, the potentate of the Latona was duly announced. Our ship's master was a tall, gaunt, sandy-haired man, with steady gray eyes, hard features, and enormous hands and feet, the first freckled and awkward, the last so long as very nearly to span the space between his seat (a small Spanish-leather trunk) and the berth I reposed in. He entered without his hat; and the swoop of the ]lead he made to avoid the entanglement of the curtain was supposed to do double duty, and serve as a bow to the inmate of his state-room as well, for his I supposed it to be at the time, and he did not contradict me. " I hope you find yourself comfortable, marm, on board of my ship." 135 SEA AND SHORE. " And in your state-room, captainI" I interrupted promptly. " Wall, you see it all belongs to me, kinder," he said, after seating himself, as he rubbed his huge, projecting knees, plainly indicated through his nankeen trousers, with his capacious, horny hands. " rm not very particn- lar, though, where I sleep on shipboard, but at home there's few more so." " I thought a captain was mnore at home on shipboard than anywhere else," I pursued mechanically; " such is the theory at least." "Oh, not at all, not at all; wien he has a snug nest on land, with a wife and children waiting to receive himi. You might as well talk of a man in the new settlements bein' more at home in his wagon than in his neat, hewn- log cabin." "A very good simile, captain, and one that kills the ancient theory outright. Let me thank you, however, before we proceed further, for all the kindness and atten- tion I have received in this floating castle of yours, both from you and others. I hope and believe that miy com- panions in misfortune have fared as well." " Wall, they have not wanted for nothing as far as I knew--the poor baby in particular; " and, as he spoke, he roughed his hair with one hand and smiled into my face a huge, honest, gummy smile, inexpressibly reassuring. " The man is hideous and repulsive," I thought; "but infinitely preferable, somehow, to the specimen of Eng- lish aristocracy and her maid who have constituted them- selves so far my guardian angels "-a twinge of ingrati- tude here, which I resented instantly by settling iny patriotic prejudices to be at the root of the thing, and rebuking my mistrust sternly though silently. " Yet that 136 SEA AND SHORE. voice-how could I be mistaken I " and again I addressed myself to the task before me, having gotten through all preliminaries. While I sat hesitating as to what I should say, so as to both guard against and conceal my suspicions from the captain's scrutiny, if, indeed, he might be supposed to possess such a quality, I observed that he drew from his pocket a long slip of newspaper, in which he appeared to bury himself for a time, when not glancing furtively at me, as if waiting impatiently for the coming revelation. "I have sent for you, Captain Van Dorne," I said, at last, in very low and even tones, not calculated to reach outside ears, however vigilant, and yet not suppressed by any means to whispers-" I have sent for you," and my heart beat quickly as I spoke, " not merely to thank you for your hospitable kindness, but because I wish, for rea- sons that I cannot now explain, to place myself under your especial care until I reach my friends." " Certainly, certainly; but you air among your friends already if you could only think so," he answered, evasively, still caressing his potato knees with large and outspread hands. " Do not for one moment deem me unmindful of much kindness, or ungrateful to those who have bestowed it," I hastened to explain. "Yet I cannot deny that a fear possesses me that among your passengers may be found one whom I esteem, not without sufficient cause, my greatest enemy." "Poor thing! poor thing! what put such a strange fancy into your head An enemy in my shipI Whly, there is not a man on board who would not cut off his right hand rather than harm one hair of your poor, witless, defenseless head! There was not a dry eye on 16 137 SEA AND SHORE. the deck when you and the rest wuz lifted from the raft ! " " I understand this prevalence of sympathy for mis- fortune perfectly, and honor it; yet I have heard a voice since my immurement in this cabin which must belong " -and I whispered the dreaded name " to Mr. Basil Bainrothe I " As I spoke I eyed him steadily, and I fancied that his cheek flushed and his eye wavered-that clear and honest eye which had given him a high place in my considera- tion from the moment I met its gaze. " You must have been delirious-like when you con- ceited you heerd that strange voice," he said, presently. " I'll send you my passenger-list if you choose, and you can read it over keerfully. I don't think you'll lind that name, though, in its kolyuns," shaking his head sagaciously. 'i Captain Van Dorne, do you mean to say there is mIo such passenger in your ship's list as Basil Bainrothe " I asked, desperately. "That's what I mean to say." "Give me your honor on this point. It is a vital one to me. Your honor! " He hesitated and looked around. Just at this moment of apparent uncertainty, a slight tap was beard on the ground-glass eye above us that threw a sullen and unwill- ing light upon the scene of our interview. It seemed to nerve him strangely. " On my word of honor, as an American seaman, I assure you that the name of Basil Bainrothe is not on the ship's list at this present speaking; " and, as he spoke, he held up his right hand, adding, as he dropped it, dogged- ly, "Ef the man's on board I don't know it 1 " "It is enough-I believe you, Captain Van Dorne. 138 SEA AND SHORE. And now I want to ask you, as a parting grace, to con- vey me yourself to the Astor House, and place my watch " (detaching it froin my neck as I spoke) " in the hands of the proprietors as a proof of my honest intentions. For yourself. I shall seek another opportunity." "Not at all-not at all I " he interrupted. "K eep your watch, young lady. No such pledge will be re- quired by them proprietors; and, as to myself, if it had not been for this paper," drawing from his pocket, and fattening on his knees as be spoke, the slip I had before observed, then glancing at me sharply, " I could never have believed that such a pretty-spoken, pretty-behaved young creetur could have been non con. But pshaw! what am I talking about This paper is as old as last year's krout I You don't keer nothing about seeing of it, do you, now " and he crumpled it in his hand. " Not unless it concerns me in some way, Captain Van Dorne," I said, coldly. His manner had suddenly be- come offensive to me, and I longed to see him depart, having transacted my affairs, as far, at least, as I deemed it prudent to insist on such transaction. " It rriay be," I added, " that, on reaching the port of New York, a friend or friends who expected me on the Kosciusko may be in waiting to receive me; that is, if the fate of that vessel be not already known. In that case, I shall not be obliged to avail myself of your services, and will acquaint you; but, otherise, promise that you will conduct me from the ship yourself, either to the hotel or to your wife, as you prefer." "Wall, I promise you," he said, doggedly, as he pre- pared literally to undouble his long frame before execut- ing another dive beneath my door-guarding drapery, and with this brief assurance I was fain to rest content. 139 SEA AND SHORE. At all events, I was reassured on one subject-those honest eyes, that frank if ugly mouth had no acquaint- ance with lies, or the father of them, I saw at once; and the voice of the ship's doctor had for the nonce deceived my practised ear, overstrung by suspicion-enfeebled by suffering. So I rested calmly until the afternoon, with 'Mrs. Clay- ton sewing silently by my side, 'when with a little tap Lady Anastasia (or Mrs. Raymond, as sihe declared Lhe preferred to be called by " Americans ") entered, bearing a basket in her hand, and wearing on her head a Dunstable bonnet simply trimmned, which she came, she said, to place, along with other articles of dress, at my disposal. It had not occurred to me before that, in order to go on shore respectably clad, some attire very different from a bed-gown would be essential, and I could but feel grate- ful for such proofs of unselfish consideration on the part of strangers, pitying both my indigence and imbecility, and so expressed myself. In accordance with their generous intentions, I sub- mitted myself to be arrayed by Mrs. Clayton and her mistress: first, in the flimsy black silk gown now com- pleted, on which I had seen my attendanit working when I first unclosed my eyes after long unconsciousness, and the measure of which she had taken, while I lay in this condition, as coolly in all probability as an undertaker measures a corpse for its shroud; secondly, in a cardinal of the same material, a wrapping cut in the shape in vogue at that period; thirdly, in certain loosely-fitting boots and gloves with which I was fain to cover up my naked feet and blistered hands in forma pauperia; and, lastly, in the collarette and cuffs provided by the economic and considerate Lady Anastasia, composed of cotton lace I 140 SEA AND SHORE. The Dunstable bonnet was hung upon a peg in readiness, and I was kindly counseled to lie still, "accoutred as I was," and exhausted by means of such accoutrement as I felt, until evening should find us riding in our harbor. Then there was a little, low consulting at the door with the renowned " ship's doctor," who positively refused to approach me because he had just come from a case of ship-fever in the steerage, which he feared to communi- cate to one in my precarious state, but who sent in his imperative orders that I should have soup and sherry-cob- bler forthwith, and try and build up my strength for the time of debarkation peaking in a low, growling voice divested of its former clearness, but still strangely re- sembling that of Basil Bainrothe ! " The poor man is so fagged out," said Mrs. Clayton, as she brought in my broth and wine, "that his very voice is changed. He is a good soul, and has shown you great interest. Some day you must send him a present, that is, if you are able; but just now all you have to think of is getting safe ashore. Lady Anastasia will go to her friends, probably, or to those of the gentleman she is engaged to; but I do not mean to forsake you until I see you better, and in good hands." I know not how it was that my heart sank so strangely at this announcement. The woman was kind-tender, even-and had probably saved my life, and yet her pres- ence to me was a punishment worse than pain, a positive evil greater than any other. " I shall go to the Astor House," I faltered. " The captain has promised me his escort thither." " Yes, yes, I know, he has told me all about it; but your friends may not be in waiting, and it is simply our duty to Fee you in their hands. And now drink your san- 141 SEA AND SHORE. garee. See, I have broken a biscuit in the glass, and it is well seasoned with lemon and nutmeg. There, now, that is right; a few spoonfuls of soup, and you will feel strengthened for your undertaking. I will sit quietly in the corner until you have your rest." "No, I prefer to see Christian Garth before I try to sleep-the man who steered our raft-and the young girl he saved, and the baby-let them all come to me, and we will go on shore together." I spoke these words with a sort of desperation, as though they contained my last hope of justice or protec- tion from a fate which, however obscurely, seemed to threaten me, as we feel the thunder-storm brooding in the tranquil atmosphere of summer. " Christian Garth! " she repeated, looking at me over her tortoise-shell spectacles, and, quietly drawing out a snuffbox of the same material, she proceeded to fill her narrow nostrils therewith. "Why, that shaggy-looking old sailor, and the girl, and the old negro woman and child, went on shore at daylight this morning. lie hailed a Jersey craft, and they all left together. It is perfectly understood, though, that the child is to be returned to you if you desire its company, but, it I were situated as you are, and sure of its safety, I would never want to see it again. It would be better off dead than living anyhow, under the circumstances, poor, deformed creature-better for both of you." The words came to me distinctly, yet as if from an immense distance, and I seemed to see the small cham- ber lengthening as if it had been a telescope unfolding, and the sallow woman with her hateful smile and tightly- knotted, brindled hair seated in diminished size and dis- tinctness at its farthest extremity. 142 SEA AND 1SHORE. So had I felt on that fearful night when Evelyn had made her revelation and received mine, and I did not doubt, even in my sinking state, that I was under the in- fluence of a powerful anodyne. " Call the ship's doctor-I am dying I " were the last words I remember to have articulated; then all was dark, and hours went by, of deep, unconscious sleep. It was night when I felt myself drawn to my feet, and roused to life by the repeated applications of cold water to my face. " The anodyne was over-powerful," I heard Mrs. Raymond say. " It is a shame to tamper with such strong medicines." " Oh, she has strength for any thing ! " was Clayton's rejoinder. " I never saw such a constitution-and he knew what he was doing." " No doubt of that.-But, dear Miss Miriam, do speak to me. I am so frightened at your lethargic condition.- I declare I am sorry I ever consented to have any thing to do with this matter! See how she stands. I cannot think it was right, Clayton, I cannot, indeed; I dislike the whole drama." "Do be quiet! She is coming to herself fast, and what will she think of such expressions You never had any self-control in your life, and you are playing for great stakes now." These last words in a hoarse whisper. " Nonsense! mother." "Again! How often must I warn you" " Well, Clayton, then, now and forever." " Here ! rouse up, little one! We are fast anchored in port, and the captain is waiting for us, for we go part of the way together, and our escorts have all failed us yours and mine. Nice fellows, are they not " I sat up and looked about me bewildered; yet I had 143 SEA AND SHORE. heard distinctly every word spoken in the last few min- utes, and remembered them for future observance, with- out having had the power to move or articulate a remon- strance. " Now, drink this strong coffee, and all will be well again," said Clayton, putting a cup of the smoking bever- age to my lips, which I swallowed eagerly, instinctively. The effect was instantaneous, and I was able to speak and stand, as well as hear and comprehend, while my bonnet was being tied on, and my throat muffled in a veil, by the dexterous fingers of Lady Anastasia. When this process was completed, she stooped down and kissed me, and I felt a hot tear fall upon my cheek as she rose again. In the next moment I was clinging to the captain's arm, with a spasmodic feeling of relief for which I could ill account. We passed across the plank which connected the ship with the shore in utter dark- ness, guided by a twinkling light far ahead, borne by a seaman, reached the dusky quay, with its few flaring lamps, made dimn by drizzling rain and summer mist, and before many minutes we paused before one of a long line of coaches. The captain handed me in, then, standing before the open door, seemed to await the coming of some other person before taking his own place-the dreaded Clay- ton, I knew; but I could not remonstrate against what seemed an ordinary courtesy, and perhaps a step suggest- ed by his innate notions of propriety. At any other time I might have agreed with him-; but, feeble as I was, and still bewildered, my whole ob- ject seemed to be to escape from the sphere and power of those women, who had been most kind to me, yet whom I instinctively dreaded and abhorred. 144 SEA AND SHORE. They came together, the mother and daughter, in their travesty of mistress and maid-enough of itself to excite suspicion of foul play-and climbed up the rickety steps of the hackney-coach, rejoicing over their victim. It mattered not; the captain would make the fourth pas- senger, and in his shadow I felt there were strength and security. " What are you waiting for, Captain Van Dorne" I had just feebly asked, as the door snapped-to, and the driver mounted his box. A hand was thrust through the window for all reply, and a card dropped upon my lap, which I hastened to secure in the depths of my pocket. By the merest chance, I found it there on the morrow, and later I comprehended its import, so mysterious to me at the moment of perusal. "My poor young lady, you must forgive me for disap- pointing you, and hidin' the truth, for your own sake. May God bless and restore you, and bring you to a proper sense of his mercies, is the praver of your servant to corn- mand, JOsEPH VAN DoRxE." My frame of mind was a very different one when I read this scrawl, from that which bewildered and op- pressed me on that never-to-be-forgotten night of suffer- ing and distress, both mental and physical. Formed of those elements which readily react, courage and calmness had returned to me before I read the oracle of our worthy shipmaster; for, in spite of his disastrous dealing with me on that occasion, misguided as he was by others, I have reason to so consider him. But now the influence of the drug that had been given me so recently, doubtless through want of judg- 17 145 SEA AND SHORE. ment, by the ship's doctor, was felt in every nerve; and, as the carriage rolled up the stony quay, I clung convul- sively to Mrs. Raymond, and buried my face and aching forehead in her shoulder, with a strange revulsion of feeling. " You dread the darkness," she said, kindly, putting her arm around me as she spoke; " but it is only for a time; we shall soon come out into the open lamplight of.-" "Broadway, New York," interrupted Clayton, sen- tentiously; "a very poor sight to see, to one who has lived abroad. Have you ever crossed the waters, Miss Miriam But I see you are quite faint and overcome. Here, smell this ether, that the ship's doctor put up ex- pressly for your use, and recommended highly as a new restorative much in fashion in Paris." Had the ship's doctor no name, then, that they never mentioned it, and that he spoke in a demon's voice His doses I had proved, and was resolved to take no more of them, and I pushed away the phial, whose cold glass nose was thrust obtrusively against my own-pushed it away with all my strength, fast ebbing away as this was, even as I made the effort. The cruel potion had possession of me, and entered into every fibre of my brain through the avenues prepared for it by the treacherous anodyne; so that, enervated and intoxicated, I yielded passively, after a brief struggle, to the power of the then newly-invented sedative, called chloroform. When the carriage stopped, or whither it transported me, or who lifted my insensible form to the chamber pre- pared for me, I know not-never knew. There was a faint reviving, I remember; a process of disrobing gone 1406 SEA A ND SHORE. 147 through by the aid of foreign assistance (whose, I recog- nized not), then I slumbered profoundly and securely through the entire night, to recover no clearness of per- ception until a late hour on the following morning. CHAPTER VI. 1 AWOKE, as I had done of old, after one of my leth- argic seizures, from a deep, unrefreshing slumber, with a lingering sense about me of drowsiness and even fatigue. I found myself lying on a broad, canopied bedstead, the massive posts of which were of wrought rosewood, bare of draperies, as became the season, save at the head- board, behind which a heavy curtain was dropped of rose- colored damask satin. Of the same rich material were composed the tester and the lightly-quilted coverlet, thrown across the foot of the bed, over a fine white Marseilles counterpane. The chimney immediately opposite to me, as I lay, was of black marble, and, instead of graceful Greek cary- atide8, banldaged mummies, or Egyptian figures, supported the heavy shelf that surmounted the polished grate. In the centre of this massive mantel-slab was placed a huge bronze clock, and candelabra of the same material graced its corners. In either recess of this chimney rosewood doors were situated, one of which stood invitingly ajar, disclosing the bath-room, into which it opened, with its accessories of white marble. The other, firmly closed, seemed to be the outlet of the chamber-its only one-with the exception of the four (I 4 o SEA AND SHORE. large Venetian windows, two on either side of me as I lay, the sashes of which, warm as the season was, were drawn closely down. The furniture of this spacious chamber to which, as if by the touch of a magician's wand, I found myself transported, was throughout solid and of elegant forms, consisting as it did of armoire, toilet-table, book-case, itage're, writing and flower stands, tables and chairs, of the richest rosewood. At the foot of my bed was placed a console, supporting a huge Bible and Prayer-book, bound alike in purple vel- vet, emblazoned with central suns of gold-an arch- hypocrisy that was not lost on its object. Freshly-gathered flowers were heaped in the vases of the floral stands, fill- ing the close, cool room with an overpowering fragrance. The carpet of crimson and white seemed to the eye what it afterward proved to the foot-thick, soft, and elastic; and harmonized well with the rich, antique, and consist- ent furniture. The sort of microscopic scrutiny that children mani- fest seemed mine-in my unreasoning, haltfconvalescenit state; and for a time I observed all that I have described with a listless pleasure, difficult to analyze, a sort of dreamy acceptance of my condition, the very memory of which exasperated me, later, almost to self-contempt. A crimson cord hung at one side of my bed, continued from a bell-wire at some distance, the tassel of which I touched lightly, and, at the very first signal, Mrs. Clayton appeared through the hitherto only unopened door, to know and do my bidding. The clock on the mantel-shelf struck nine as she stood beside me, and made respectthl inquiries concerning my wants and condition; understanding which, she disap- 149 SEA AND SHORE. peared, to return a few minutes later, followed by an an- cient negress, bearing a silver waiter. I recognized in this sable assistant (or thought I rec- ognized at a glance) my companion in shipwreck; but, upon making known my convictions, was met with a prompt denial by the sable dame herself, who, shaking her head, gave me to understand, in a few broken words, that she " no understood English-only Spanish tongue ! " Her dress-handsome and Frenchified-her creole coiffure, and the long gray locks that escaped from her crimson kerchief bound over her ears, as well as her more refined deportment, did indeed seem to discredit my first idea, which came at last (notwithstanding these discrep- ancies) to be fixed, and proved one link in the long chain of duplicity I untangled later. At the time, however, I gave it little thought, but par- took with what appetite I might of the choice and delicate repast provided for me, in this truly princely hotel, whose fame I discovered had not been over trumpeted. On my previous visits to New York, the Astor House had been unfinished, and had made in its completion a new era cer- tainly in the " tavern-life " of that inhospitable city of publicans. When the delicious coffee and snowy bread, the eggs of milky freshness, the golden butter, the savory rice-birds, the appetizing fish, had each and all been merely tasted and dismissed, and the exquisite China, in which the breakfast was served, duly marveled at as an un- precedented extravagance on the part even of John Jacob Astor, Mrs. Clayton came to me with kindly offers of assistance in the performance of my toilet, still a matter of difficulty in my feeble hands. My lung hair, yet tangled and clogged with sea-water, 150 SEA AND SHORE. was to be at last unbound and thoroughly combed, cleansed, and oiled, so that the black and glossy braids, that had been my chief personal pride, might again be wound about my head in the old classic fashion. Then came the bath, with its reviving, rehabilitating process, and lastly I assumed with the docility of a baby or a pauper the clean and fragrant linen and simple wrap- per that had been mysteriously provided for me by the Lady Anastasia again, I could not doubt. "All this must end today," I said, "when really clothed and in my right mind." I requested writing-mate- rials and more light to work by, and composed myself to write to Dr. Pemberton (once again, I knew, in Phila- delphia), and request his assistance and protection in get- ting home safely, and, if need be, in tracing Captain Wentworth. " I suppose Captain Van Dorne has been too busy to call," I observed, carelessly, as I prepared to commence my letter, " and Mrs. Raymond too happy, probably, in getting safe to shore and her lover, to think of me." " They have both inquired for you," said Mrs. Clay- ton, as she arranged pen, ink, and paper, before me, with her usual precision, while a grim, sardonic smile lingered about her features; " several have called, but none have been admitted." " Who have called, Mrs. Clayton Give me the cards immediately. I must, must know," I rejoined, eagerly, pausing with extended hand to receive them. " Oh, there were no cards, and such as want to see you can come again. There, now! write away, and never trouble your mind about strange people. Have you suf- ficient light " And, as she spoke, she touched a cord which set at 151 SEA AND SHOSE right angles with the lower one the upper inside shuttez of another window as she had adjusted the first. I wrote two hasty notes, one on further consideration to Captain Wentworth himself, who might, after all, be at that very time in that same hotel-"i Quien sabe " as Favraud used to say with his significant shrug, which no Frenchman ever excelled or Spaniard equalled (albeit they shrug severally). My spirits rose with every word I wrote, and, when I got up from my chair after sealing and directing my let- ters, a new and subtle energy seemed to have infused it- self through my frame. " There, I have finished, Mrs. Clayton," I said, putting aside the implements I had been using. "Now go, if you please, and bring to me the pro- prietor of this hotel. I will give him my letters myself, since I have other business to transact with him," and I laid my watch and chain on the table before me, ready for his hand, not having lost sight of my early resolution. " But, stay-before you go, be good enough to open the lower shutters and throw up the windows. Cool as the weather is in this climate, I stifle for air, and this close atmosphere, laden with fragrance, grows oppressive. Who sent these flowers, by-the-by, Mrs. Clayton or do they belong to the magnificence of this idealized hotel" She made no reply to any thing I had been saying. By this time, however, she had lowered the upper saslhes of the windows about a foot, and the fresh air of morning was pouring in, curling the paper on the centre table and dispersing the noisome fragrance of the flowers, in which I detected the morbid supremacy of the tube- rose and jasmine. "I want to see the streets, the people," I said, ap- proaching one of the windows; " this artistic light is not 1.52 SEA AND SHORE. 15S3 at all the thing I need. I have no picture to paint, not even my own face;" and, finiding her unmoved, I under- took to do the requisite work myself. The sashes were shut away below by inside shutters, which resisted all my efforts to stir them. After a mo- ment's inspection, I perceived that they were secured by iron screws of great strength and size; not, in short, meant to be moved or opened at all. Again I essayed to shake them convulsively one after the other-as you may some- times see a tiger, made desperate by confinement, grapple with the inexorable bars of his cage, though certain of failure and defeat. Overpowered by a sudden dismay that took entire possession of me, I sank into one of the deep fauteuil8 that extended its arms very opportunely to receive me, and sat mutely for a moment, while anguish unutterable, and conjecture too wild to be hazarded in speech, were surging through my brain. " I am too weak, I snppose, to open these shutters," I said at last, feebly. " Be good enough to do it for me, Mrs. Clayton, or cause it to be done immediately." Was it not strange that up to this very moment no suspicion had clonded my horizon since I woke in that sumptuous room " I cannot transcend my orders by doing any thing of the kind," she said quietly, yet resolutely, as she pursued her avocation, that of dusting with a bunch of colored plumes the delicate ornaments of the ta g're carefully one by one. "Your authority ! Who hi6s dared to delegate to you what has no existence as far as I am concerned" I asked indignantly. " I will go instantly." "You cannot leave this chamber until you receive 18 SEA AND SHORE. outside permission," she interrupted, firmly planting her- self at once between me and the door through which I had seen her enter. " You must not think to pass through my chamber, Miss Miriam. It is locked without, and there is no other outlet." " Woman!" I said, grasping her feebly yet fiercely, bv the arm. "Look at me! Raise those feline eyes to mine, if you dare, and answer me truthfully: What means this mockery Why have you been forced on me at all Where is Captain Van Dorne What becomes of his promises What house is this in which I find myself a prisoner Speak ! " "You can do nothing to make me angry," she re- joined, calmly. "I know your condition, and pity and respect it, but I shall certainly fulfill my part of this undertaking. Captain Van Dome recognized you as Miss- Monfort bv the description in the newspaper, as did my mistress, and for your own welfare we determined to secure you and keep you safe until the return of Mr. Bain- rothe 2.ud your sisters from Europe. They will be here shortly, and all you have to do is to be patient and be- have as well as you can until the time comes for your trial;" and she cast on me a menacing look from her green and quivering pupils, indescribably feline. My trial! Great Heaven I did they mean to turn the tables, then, and destroy me by anticipating my evidence I staggered to a chair and again sat down silent con- founded. " Where am I, then " I feebly asked at length. " In the establishment of Dr. Englehart," she made answer, " a private madhouse." "' God of heaven ! has it come to this " I covered my eyes with my hands and sobbed aloud, while tears of pride and passion rained hotly over my cheeks. This 154 SEA AND SHORE. ontbrvrst was of short duration. "I will give them no ad- vantfge," I considered. " My violence might be Perverted. There are creatures too cold and crafty to conceive of such a thing as natural emotion, and passion with them means insanity. Thank God, the very power to feel bears with it the power of self-government, and is proof of reason. I will be calm, and if my life endures put them thus to shame."-" You say that I am in the asylum of Dr. Engle- hart" I asked after a pause, during which she had not ceased to dust the furniture and arrange the bed in its pristine order, speckless, with lace-trimmings, pillow-cases smooth as glass, and sheets of lawn, and counterpane of snow. "If so, call my physician hither; I. his patient, have svrely a right to his prompt services."-" It is just possible, " I thought, " that interest or conipassion may, one or Mothi, still enlist him in my cause-I can but try." A slight embarrassment was evidenced in her coun- tenance as I made this request. It vanished speedily. "He is absent just at this time." she answered, quick- ly. " When he returns I will make known your wish to him, if, indeed, he does not call of his own accord." " Be done with this shallow farce," I exclaimed, harsh- ly. " It shames humanity. Acknowledge yourself at once the faithful agent of a tyrant and felon, or a pair of them, and I shall respect you more. Confess that it was the voice of Basil Bainrothe I beard at my cabin-door, and that Captain Van Dorne was imposed upon by that spe- cious scoundrel, even to the point of being conscientious- ly compelled to falsehood. " I deny nothing-I acknowledge nothing," she said, deliberately. " You and your friends can settle this be- tween yourselves when they arrive. Until then. you need not seek to tamper with me-it will be useless; and I 1.55 SEA AND SHORE. hope you are too much of a lady to be insulting to a per- son who has no choice but to do her duty." She could not more effectually have silenced me, nor more utterly have crushed my hopes. Yet again I ap- proached her with entreaties. "I hope you will not refuse to mail my notes, even under these trying circumstances," I said, extending them to her. " You can ask Dr. Englehart to do so when he comes," she answered, gently; "for myself, I am utterly power- less to serve you beyond the walls of this chamber." " And how long is this close immurement to con- tinue" I asked again, after another dreary pause. "Am I not permitted to breathe the external air-to exercise Is my health to be unconsidered " " I know nothing more than I have told you," she re- plied. " I am directed to furnish you with every means of comfort-with books, flowers, clothing, musical instru- ment, even, if you desire it; but, for the present, you will not leave these walls, and you will see no society. The doctor has decided that this is best." "And whence did he derive his authority " " Oh, it was all arranged between him and Mr. Bain- rothe, your guardeen " (for thus she pronounced this word, ever hateful to me), "long ago; before he went to France, I suppose. Captain Van Dorne had nothing to do but hand you over." " Captain Van Dorne I To think those honest eyes could so deceive me! " and I shook my head wofully. When I looked up again from reverie, Mrs. Clayton bad settled herself to work with a basket of stockings on her knees, which she appeared to be assorting assiduously. There she sat, spectacles on nose, thimble on twisted 156 SEA AND SHORE. finger, ivory-egg in hand, in active preparation for that work, woman's par excellence, that alone rivals Penelo- pe's. Surely that assortment of yellow, ill-mated, hal: worn, and holey hose, was a treasure to her, that no gold could have replaced, in our dreary solitude (none the less dreary for being so luxurious). I envied her almost the power she seemed to have to merge her mind in things like these; and saw, for the first time in my life, what advantages might lie in being commonplace. It was now nearly the end of July. My birthday oc- curred in the middle of September. I thought I knew that, as soon as possible after mny majority, Mr. Baiii- rothc's conditions would be laid before me. I could not, dared not, believe that my captivity would be lengthened beyond that time. I resolved that I would condone the past, and go forth penniless, if this were exacted in exchange for liberty at the end of a month and a half from this time. Six weeks to wait I Were they not, in the fullness of their power, to crush and baffle me I Six weary years! For, during all this time, I felt that the unexplained mys- tery that weighed upon my life would gather in force and inflexibility. Death would have seemed to have set its seal upon it, in the estimation of Captain Wentworth, as of all others. He would never know that the sea, which swallowed up the Kosciusko, had spared the woman he loved, nor receive the explanation that she alone could give him, of the mystery he deplored. Before I emerged from my prison, he might be gone to the antipodes, for aught I knew, and a barrier of eter- nal silence and absence be interposed between u& So worked my fate! These reflections continued to haunt and oppress me, by night and day, and life itself seemed 157 SEA AND SHORE. a bitter burden in that interval of rebellious agony, and in that terrible seclusion, where luxury itself became an additional engine of torture. Days passed, alternately of leaden apathy and bit- ter gloom, varied by irrepressible paroxysms of despair. Whenever I found myself alone, even for a few moments, I paced my room and wept aloud, or prayed passionately. There were times when I felt that my Creator heard and pitied me; others when I persuaded myself his ear was closed inexorably against me. I suffered fearfully-this could not last. The accu- sation brought against me by my enemies seemed almost ready to be realized, when my body magnanimously as- sumed the penalty the soul was perhaps about to pay, and drifted off to fever. Then, for the first time, came the man I had until then believed a myth, and sat beside me in the shadow, and administered to me small, mystic pellets, that he as- sured me, in low, husky whispers, and foreign accent, would infallibly cure my malady-my physical one, at least; as for the mind, its forces, he regretted to add, were beyond such influence! For a moment, the wild suspicion intruded on my fevered brain that this leech was no other than Basil Bainrothe himself, disguised for his own dark purposes; but the tall, square, high-shouldered form that rose before me to depart (taller, by half a head, than the man I sus- pected of this fresh deception), and the angular move- ments and large extremities of Dr. Englehart, dispelled this delusion forever. After all, might he not be honest, even if a tool of Bainrothe's I took the sugared minature pills-the novel medicine he had left for me-faithfully, through ministry of Mrs. 168 SEA AND SHORE. Clayton's, and was benefited by them; and, when hle came again, as before, in the twilight, I was able to be installed in the great cushioned chair he had sent up for me, and to bear the light of a shaded lamnp in one corner of the large apartment. Dr. Englehart approached me deferentially, and, with- out divesting himself of the light-kid gloves which fitted hiis large hands so closely, he clasped my wrist with his finger and thumb, and seemed to count my pulses. "Ver much bettair," was his first remark, made in that disagreeable, harsh, and husky voice of his, while be bent so near me that the aroma of the tobacco he had been smoking caused me to cough and turn aside. Still, I could not see his face, for the immense bushv whiskers be wore, nor his eyes, for the glasses that cov- ered them, nor his teeth, even, for the long, fierce mus- tache that swept his lips; and when, after a brief visit, he rose and was gone again, there remained only in my mind the image of a huge and hairy horror-a sort of bear of the Blue Mountains, from the return of which or whom I fervently hoped to be delivered. "Send him word I am better, Mrs. Clayton," I en- treated; "I cannot see him again, lie is so repulsive; and, if vou have a woman's heart in your breast, never leave me alone with him, or with Mr. Bainrothe, when he calls, for one moment-they inspire me equally with terror in- describable," and I covered my face to hide its burning blushes. "Look up, Miss Monfort, and listen to me," said MIrs. Clayton, at last, regarding me keenly, with her warped forefinger uplifted in her usual admonitory fash- ion, but with an expression on her face of interest and sympathy such as I had never witnessed there before. 1-59 SEA AND SHORE. " A new light has broken just now upon my under- standing; I can't tell how or whence it came, but here it is, " pressing her hand to her brow; " I believe you have been misrepresented to me-but that is neither here nor there. I shall watch you closely and faithfully until we part-all the more that I do not believe you any more crazy than I am; I half suspected this before, but I know it now." She paused, then continued: " I should have to tell vou my life's secret if I were to explain to you why Mr. Bainrothe's interests are so dear to me, so vital even, and I will not conceal from you that I knew your guar- deen s good name depends on your confinement here until you come of age. After that it will only be necessary for you to sign a few papers, and all will be straight again- no harm or insult is designed. To these I would never have lent myself in any way-ill as you think of me. And as long as we continue together I will guard your good name as I would do that of my own dear daughter- that is, if I had one. You shall receive no visitor alone." She spoke with a feeling and dignity of which I had scareely believed her capable, shrewd arid sensible as I knew her to be, and far above the woman she called her mistress, in a certain retenu of manner and delicacy of de- portment, usually inseparable from good-breeding. I could not then guess how acceptable, to her and the person she was chiefly interested in, were these signs of my aversion for Basil Baitirothe, and what sure means they were of access to the only tender spot in the obdurate heart of Rachel Clayton. Certain it is that, from these expressions, I derived the first consolation that had come to me in my immure- ment, and from that hour the solemn farce of keeper and lunatic ceased to be played between us two. 16!) SEA AND SHORE. From such freedom of communication on my jailer's part, I began to hope for additional information, which never came. It was in vain that I conjured her to tell me where my prison was situated, whether at the edge of the city, or far away in the country, or to suffer me to have a glimpse from a window of my vicinity. To all such en- treaties she was pitiless, and I was left to that vague and vain conjecture which so wears the intellect. In the absence of all possibility of escape, it became a morbid and haunting wish with me to know my exact locality. That it could be no great distance from the city of New York, if not within its limits, I felt assured, from the expedition with which my transit from the ship had been effected. During the first three weeks of my confinement the deep silence that prevailed about me had led me to adopt the opinion that I was the occupant of a mraison de 8angd. I had once driven past one on Staten Island, where a friend of my father's-about whose condition he came to in- quire personally-had been immured for years. I did not alight with him when he left the carriage to make these inquiries, but I perfectly remembered the old gray stone building, with its ancient elms, and the impression of gloom and awe it had left on my mind. But this idea was presently dispelled. I was awakened one morning, in the fourth week of my sojourn in captivity, by the sound of chimes long familiar to my ear, the duplicate of which I had not suppose( to be in existence. At first I feared it was some mirage of the ear, so to speak, instead of eye, that reflected back that fairy melody, which had rung its accompaniment to my whole childhood and youth; but, when, after the Lps-e of seven days, it was repeated, I became convinced . V 161 SEA AND SHORE. that its reality was unquestionable, and that neither im- patience nor indignation had so impaired my senses as to reproduce those sounds through the medium of a fevered imagination. Were these delicious bells, a recent addition to the cupola of our grim asylum, bestowed by some benevolent hand that sought to mark and lend enchantment to the holy Sabbath-day-even for the sake of the irre- sponsible ones within its walls-or was I indeed- But of this there could be no question-I dared not hazard such conjecture lest it drive me mad in reality-I inust not ! I groped in thick darkness, and time itself was only measured now by those sweet chimes, so like our own, and yet so far away. My very clock one morning was found to have stopped, and was not again repaired or set in motion. Papers I never saw, had never seen since I came to dwell in shadow, save that single one so ostenta- tiously spread before me, announcing the loss of the Kos- ciusko and her passengers a refinement of cruelty, on the part of those who sent it, worthy of a Japanese. Rafts had been launched and lost, the survivors stated (the men who had seized the long-boat, to the exclusion of the women and children); the sea had swallowed all the remainder. A later statement might refute the first, but even then none could know the truth with regard to my identity, for would not Basil Bainrothe control the pub- lication as he pleased, and make me dead if he listed- dead even after the rescue Yet Hope would sometimes whisper in her daring moods: " All this shall pass away, and be as it had not been. Be of good heart, Miriam, and do not let them kill you; live for Mabel-live for Wentworth 1 " 162 SEA AND SHORE. 163 Then, with bowed head, and silent, streaming tears, my soul would climb in prayer to the footstool of the Most High, and the grace, which had never come to me before, fell over me like a mantle in this sad extremity. CH APTER VI. UNJFALTERIN in her respectful demeanor toward me was Mrs. Clayton from the time of the little scene I have recently described. What new and sudden light had broken in upon her I never knew, but I supposed at the time that the flash of conviction had gone home to her mind with regard to the baseness of Bainrothe and the iniquity of his proceedings, founded on the fear I had expressed of his solitary presence, and the insight she had gained into my character. Watching none the less strictly, she gradually relaxed that personal surveillance that is ever so intolerable to the proud and delicate-minded, and those suggestions that, however well intended, had been so irritating to me from such a source. She no longer urged me to read, or sew, or eat, or take exercise; but, retiring into her own work (whence she could observe me at her pleasure, for her door was always set wide open, and her face turned in my direction), she employed or feigned to employ herself in her inexhaustible stocking-basket or scollop-work, either one the last resource of idiocy, as it seemed to me. Left thus to myself in some degree, I unclosed the leaves of the bookcase, and surveyed its grim array of "classics "-all new and unmarked by any name, or sign of having been read-and from them I selected a few worthies, through whose pages I delved drearily and (16i, SEA AND SHORE. industriously, and most unprofitably it must be confessed. The only living sensations I received from the contents of that bookcase were, I am ashamed to acknowledge, from a few odd volumes of memoirs, and collections of travels that I had happened to find stowed away behind the others. The rest seemed sermons from the stars. Captain Cook's voyages and Le Vaillant's descriptions did stir me very slightly with their strong reality, and make me for a few hours forget myself and my captivity; but all the rest prated at me like parrots, from stately, pragmatical Johnson down to sentimental, maudlin Sterne. I found them intolerable in the mood in which I was, nothing so exhausting as the abstract I and closed the book desperately to resume my diary, neglected since the awful events of Beauseincourt, but always to me a resource in time of trouble and of solitude. Of pens, ink, paper, there was no lack, and I wrote one day, Penelope-wise, what I destroyed the next. Yet this very " jotting down " impressed upon my brain the few incidents of my prison-house recorded here, that might otherwise have faded from my memory in the twilight of monotony. I had no need to sew. Fair linen and a suffliciency of other plain wearing-apparel, including summer gowns, I found laid carefully in my drawers, and the creole negress brought in my clothes well ironed and carefully mended, to be laid away by the orderly hands of Mrs. Clayton. Once, during the temporary illness of this dragon (whose bed or lair was placed absolutely across the door of egress from her closet, so as to block the way or make it difficult of access), the creole, in an unavoidable ccrn- tingency like this, came with a pile of clothing in her arms to lay the pieces herself in the baroan, by direction of my jailer, and thus revealed herself. 16.5 SEA AND SHORE. By the merest accident I had found in the lining of my purse two pieces of gold (the rest of my money had been spirited away with the belt that contained it, or the leather had been destroyed by the action of the salt- water), and one of these I hastened to bestow on the attendant, signifying silence by a gesture as I did so. I knew this wretch to be wholly selfish and mercenary, from my experience of her on the raft-for that she was the same negress I had long ceased to doubt-and I deter- mined, while I had an opportunity of doing so, to enter a wedge of confidence between us in the only possible way. "Sabra," I whispered, " what became of the young girl, Ada Lee, and the deformed child I It surely can do no harm to tell me this, and I know you understand me perfectly." "No, honey, sartinly not; 'sides, I is tired out of speakin' Spanish," in low, mumbling accents. " Well, den, dat young gal gone to 'tend on Mrs. Raymond, and, as fur de chile, dey pays me to take kear of dat in dis very house ware you is disposed of. Dat boy gits me a heap of trouble and onrest of nighlts, dough, I tells you, honey; but I is well paid, and dey all has der reasons for letting him stay here, I spec"'"-shaking her head sagaciously- "dough dey may be disappinted yit, when de time comes to testify and swar! De biggest price will carry de day den, chile; I tells you all," eying the gold held closely in her palm." I caught eagerly at the idea of the child's presence, though the rest was Greek to my comprehension until long afterward, when, in untangling a chain of iniquity difficult to match, it formed one important but additional link. "Poor little Ernie! I would give so much to see 166 SEA AND SHORE. him," I said. " Ask Dr. Englehart to let him come to see me, Sabra, and some day I will reward you "-all this in the faintest whisper. "But Mrs. Raymond- where is she I Does she never come here I desire earnestly to speak with her. Can't you let her know this Try, Sabra, for humanity's sake." At this juncture the head of Mrs. Clayton was thrust forth from its shell, turtle-wise, and appeared peering at the door-cheek. " You have been there long enough to make these cloth3s instead of putting them away, old woman," was the sharp rebuke that startled the pretended Dinah to a condition of bustling agitation, and induced her to shut up one of her own shrivelled hands in closing the drawer, with a force that made her cry aloud, and, when released, wring it with agony, that drew some words in the ver- nacular. " What makes you suppose Miss Monfort wants to hear your chattering, old magpie that you are " con- tinued Mrs. Clayton, throwing off her mask. " Now walk very straight, or the police shall have you next time you steal from a companion. Remember who rescued you on the Latona, and on what conditions, and take care how you conduct yourself in the future. Do you understand me " After this tirade, which sorely exhausted her, Mrs. Clayton relapsed into silence; and now it was my time to speak and even scold. I said: " Now that the Spanish farce is thrown aside, it is hard indeed that I cannot even be allowed to exchange a few words with a laundress in my solitary condition-hard that I should be pressed to the wall in this fiendish fash- ion. This woman was telling me of the presence of a little child in the house, and I have desired permission to 167 SEA AND SHORE. see it by way of diversion and occupation. I have asked her to apply to Dr. Englehart." " The child shall come to you, Miss Monfort, when- ever you wish," said Mrs. Clayton, with ill-disguised Bagerness. "This woman is not the proper person to tpply to, however, and it is natural you should feel con- Lerned about it, now that you are able to think and feel again. You know, of course, it is the boy of the wreck." " Yes, very natural. Its mother died in my arms, if I am not mistaken in the identity of the child; and fortu- nately-" I paused here, arrested by some strange instinct of prudence, and decided not to show further interest in his fate. He might be inquired for, and traced even, I re- flected, and thus my own existence be brought to light. Selfishly, as well as charitably, would I cherish him. Little children had ever been a passion with me, but this poor, repulsive thing was the " dernier re88ort of desola- tion." That very evening I heard the husky and guttural voice of Dr. Englehart in the adjoining chamber, or rather in the closet of Mrs. Clayton, a mere anteroom original- ly, as it seemed, to the large apartment I occupied. It was very natural that in her ill condition my dragon should seek medical aid, and I paid no further attention to the propinquity of this unpleasant visitor than I could help-sitting quietly by my shaded lamp, absorbed in the Psalter, in which I found nightly refuge. He came in at last, after tapping very lightly on the door-panel, unsolicited and unexpected, to my presence -the same inscrutable, hirsute horror I had seen before, with his trudging, scraping walk, his square and stalwart 168 SEA AND SHORE. frame, his gloved extremities, his light, blue-glasses, hat and cane in hand, a being as I felt to chill one's very marrow. "Is it true vat I hear," lie asked, pausing at some distance, " dat you vant to have dat leetle hompback chilt for a companions Miss Monfort" " It is true, Dr. Englehart." "And vat can your motif be Heh I must study dat for a leetle before I can decide de question, or even trost him as a human being in your hands." "Lunatics are rarely governed by motives at all," I replied, "only impulses. I want human companionship, however, that is all. I sicken in this solitude-I am dy- ing of mental inanition." "It is true, you look delicate indeed, I am pained to see." The accent was forgotten here for a moment, and an expression of real sympathy was perceivable in his low, husky voice. " Command me in any way dat ac- cords wid my duty," he continued, "yes! de boy shall come! To interest, to amuse you, is perhaps-to cure!" "TThank you; I shall await his advent anxiously; be careful not to disappoint me." " 01, not for vorlds ! " "You are very kind; I believe, though, that is all we have to say to one another, Dr. Englehart." "You are bettair, then" he said, advancing steadily toward me in spite of this dismissal. " You need no more leetle pill Are you quite sure of dat" "Not now, at least, Dr. Englehart." "PermAt me, then, to feel your pulse vonce more. I shall determine den more perfectly dis vexing sulject of your sanity." "Thank you; I decline your opinion on a matter so 20 169 1E4 AND SHORE. little open to difference. Be good enough to retire, Dr. Englehart. Let me at least breathe freely in the solitude to which I am consigned." "I mean no offence, yonge lady," be said, meekly, falling back to the centre-table on which was burning my shaded astral lam -for I had left it as he approached, in- stinctively to seek the protection of an interposing chair, on the back of which I stood leaning as I spoke. He, too, remained standing, with one hand pressed firmly backward on the top of the table, in front of which he poised himself, gesticulating earnestly yet respectfully. His position was an error of mistaken confidence in his own make-up, such as we see occur every day among those even long habituated to disguise. As he stood I distinctly saw a line of light traced between his cheek and one of his bushy side-whiskers. That line of light let in a flood of evidence. The man was an impostor, a tool, as criminal as his employer-not the footprint on the sand was more suggestive to Robin- son Crusoe than that luminous streak to me, nor the cause of wilder conjecture. Yet I betrayed nothing of my amazement I am con- vinced, for, after standing silently for a time and almost in a suppliant attitude before me, Dr. Englehart departed, and for many days I saw him not again. An object that looked not unlike a small, solemn owl, stood in the middle of the floor, regarding me silently when I awoke very early on the following morning. At a glance I recognized poor little Ernie, and sin- gularly enough, he knew and remembered me at once. "Ernie good boy now," he said as he came toward me with his tiny claw extended. "Lady got cake in pocket, give Ernie some " Not only did he recall me, 170 SEA AND SHORE. it was plain, but the incident that saved his life, and the rebukes he had received on the raft for his refusal to par- take of briny biscuit, which no persuasion, it may be re- membered, had availed to make him taste-even when de- voured by the pangs of hunger. I tried in vain, however, to recall him to some remembrance of his poor mother. On that point he was invulnerable; the abstract had no charm for him or meaning. He dealt only in realities and presences. A new element was infused into my solitude from this time. In this child I lived, breathed, and had my being, until later events startled my individuality once more into its old currents of existence. Not that I merged myself entirely in Ernie, sickly, wayward, fitful, ugly little mite that he was undeniably. Nav, rather did I draw him forcibly into my own sphere of being and find nutri- tion in this novel element. So grudgingly had Nature fulfilled her obligations in the case of this poor stunted infant, that, at two and a half years of age, he had not the usual complement of teeth due a child of eighteen months. and was suffering sorely from the pointing up of tardy stomach-teeth through ulcerated gums. To attend to and heal his bodilv ailments occupied me entirely at first, and finally, finding him ill cared for, I made him a little pallet on my sofa and kept him with me by night and day. Surely such devotion as he mani- fested in return for my scant kindness to him few mothers have received from their offspring. To Bit silently at my feet while I talked to him, or do my bidding, seemed his chief pleasures, as they might not, could not have been, had he been strong, and active, and more soundly consti- ttuted. As it was, no more loyal creature existed, nor did 171 SEA AND SHORE. the Creator ever enshrine deeper affections or quicker perceptions in any childish frame. Weird, and wise, and witty as zEsop was this child, like hin deformed; and to draw out his quaint remarks, read him fresh from his Maker's hand-this warped, and tiny, imperfect volume of humanity-was to me an ever-new puzzle and delight. Severity lie had been used to of late, I saw plainly. He shrank with winking eyes from an uplifted hand, even if the gesture were one of mere amazement, or affection, and sat patiently, like a little well-trained dog, when he saw food placed before me, until invited to partake there- of. His manner was wistful and deprecating even to pathos, and I longed for one burst of passion, one evidence of self-will, to prove to myself that I, like others he had been recently thrown with, was not the meanest of all created creatures-a baby's despot! Oh, better than this the cap and bells, and infant tyranny forever, and the wildest freaks of haby folly. He suffered silently, as I have seen no other child do, uncom- plainingly even, and at such times would sink into moods of the blackest gloom, like those of an old, gouty subject. Hypochondria, baby as he was, seemed already to have fixed his fangs upon him. He had days of profound melancholy, when nothing provoked a smile, and others of bitter, silent fretting, inconceivably distressing; again there were periods of the wildest joy, only restrained by that reticence which had become habitual, from positive boisterousness. All this I could have compelled into subservience, of course, by substituting fear for affection. It is not a dif- ficult matter for the strong and cunning to cow and crush the spirit of a little child; no great achievement, after all, nor proof of power, though many boast of it as such. 172 SEA AND SORE. Strength and hardness of heart are all one requires for this external victory; but hunian souls are not to be so governed (God be praised for this !), and love and respect are not to be compelled. It is the error of all errors to suppose that, because a child has a sickly frame or imperfect animal organization, it is just or profitable to give it over to its own devices, and consign it to intdolence and ignorance. Alas! the vacancy that begets fretfulness, and crude, capricious desires, the confusion of images that arises from partial understand- ing, are far more wearing to the nerves of an intelligent infant than the small labor the brain undertakes, if any, indeed, be needed, in mastering ideas properly presented, and suitable to the condition of the sufferer. One might as well forbid the hand to grasp, the eye to see, nay, more, it will not do to confound the child of genius with the fool, or to suppose that the one needs not a mental ali- ment of which the other is incapable. Feed well the hungry mind, lest it perish of inanition. It is a sponge in infancy that imbibes ideas without an effort; it is a safety-valve through which fancy and poetry conduct away foul vapors; it is an alembic, retaining only the pure and valuable of all that is poured into it, to be stored for future use. It is a lightning-rod that conducts away from the body all superfluous electricity. It does not harm a sensible child to put it to study early, but it destroys a dull one. Let your poor soil lie fallow, but harvest your rich mould, and you shall be repaid, with- out harm to its fertility. Ideas were balm to Ernie, even as regarded his physi- cal suffering. His enthusiasm rose above it and carried him to other spheres. Some illustrated volumes of " Wilson's Ornithology," 1,3 SEA APED SHORE. which I found in the bookcase, proved to be oil on troubled waters in Ernie's case; and before long he knew, without an effort, the name of every bird in the two folios of prints, and would come of his own accord to re- peat and point them out to me. I found, to my amazement, that, when a cage of can- ries was brought in and hung in the bath-room at my request for his amusement, he discriminated and gravely averred that no birds like those were to be found in his big book, though yellow hammers and orioles were there in their native colors, that might have deceived a less ob- servant eye into a delusion as to their identity with our pretty importation. Verses, remarkable for rhyme and rhythm both, when repeated to him a few times with scanning emphasis, took root in that fertile brain which piled his compact fore- head so powerfully above his piercing, deep-set eyes, and fell from his infant lips in silvery melody as effortless and spontaneous as the trickling of water or the singing of birds in the trees. Day by day I saw the little, wistful face relaxing from the hard-knot expression, so to speak, of sour and serious suffering, and assuming something akin to baby joyous- ness, and the small, warped figure, so low that it walked under my dropped and level hand, acquiring security of step and erectness of bearing. I knew little of the treat- ment required for spinal disease, but common-sense taught me that, in order to effect a cure, the vertebral column must be relieved as much as possible from pressure, and allowed to rest. So I persuaded him to lie down a great part of the time, and contrived for him a little sustaining brace to relieve him when he walked. I fed him carefully; I bathed him tenderly, and 174 REA AND 8HORE. rubbed his weary, aching limbs to rest, so that before many weeks the change was surprising, and the success of my treatment evident to all who saw him-the com- prehensive " all " being myself and two attendants. Dr. Englehart had been suggested in the beginning by Mrs. Clayton, as his medical attendant, but rejected by me with a shudder, that seemed conclusive; yet one evening, unsummoned by me, and as far as I knew by any other, he walked calmly into my apartment, osten- sibly to see the little invalid-his charge as well as mine. For a moment the extravagant idea possessed me that, in spite of appearances, I had done this man injustice, and that he came in reality for humane purposes alone; wore his disguise for these. This delusion was soon dissipated, as with audacity (no doubt characteristic, though not before evidenced to me), lie seated himself complacently and uninvited, and, disposing of his hat and stick, settled himself down for a tate-d-tte, an affair which, if medical, usually partakes of the confidential. " Your little protgg, Miss Monfort," he said, huskily, " seems to be a serious sufferer," and for a moment dropping his accent while he rubbed his gloved hands together as with an ill-repressed self-gratification; " come, tell me now what you are doing for his benefit," again artistically assuming a foreign accentuation. In a few words I described my course of treatment and its success. "All very well," he responded, hoarsely, " as far as it goes; but I am convinced that much severer treatment will be necessaire-" " I think not," I replied, curtly; "and certainly noth- 175 SEA AND SHORE. ing of the kind will be permitted by me while I have charge of this poor infant." " A few leetle pills, then, for both mother and child;" be suggested, humbly. "You are mistaken if you imagine any relationship to exist between Ernie and myself," I answered, calmly, never dreaming at the moment of covert or intended in- sult. "I might as well inform you at once, that I ami Miss, not Mrs. Monfort; you should he guarded how you make mistakes of that nature." And my eye flashed fire, I felt, for I now heard him chuckling low in the shadow, in which he so carefully concealed himself. "I shall remembair vat you say," he observed, "and try to do bettair next visit; but all dis time I delay in de execution of my mission here. See, I have brought you von lettair; now vat will you do to reward me " Holding it high above my head, in a manner meant, no doubt, to be playful, and to suggest a game of snatch, perhaps, such as his peers might have afforded him, he displayed his treasure to my longing eyes, but I sat with folded arms. "If the letter brings me good news, I shall thank you warmly, Dr. Englehart; if not, I shall try to believe you unconscious of its contents." " Tanks from your lips would, indeed, seem price- less," he remarked, courteously, as with many bows and shrugs he laid it on the table before me, bringing his shaggy head by such means much closer to my hand than I cared to know it should be, under any circumstances. With a gesture of inexpressible disgust, regretted the next moment, as I reflected that, to bring me this letter, he might be overstepping common rules, I raised the en- 176 SEA AND SHORE. velope to the light and recognized, to my intense disap- pointment, the well-known characters of Bainrothe's- small, rigid, neat, constrained. My heart, which a moment before had beat audibly to my own ear, sank like a stone in my breast, and I sat for a time holding the letter mutely, uncertain how to pro- ceed. Should I return it unread, and thus hurl the gauntlet in the traitor's face, or be governed by expedi- ence (word ever so despised by me of old), and trace the venom of the viper, by his trail, back to his native den After a brief conflict of feeling, I determined on the wiser course-that of self-humiliation as a measure of pro- found policy. I broke the seal, the well-known " dove-and-vulture" effigy which he called in heraldry "The quarry" and claimed as his rightful crest. Very significantly, indeed, did it strike me now, though I had jested on the subject so merrily of old with Evelyn and George Gaston. The letter was of very recent date, and ran as follows -I have the original still, and this is an exact copy: " On September 1st, or as soon thereafter as feasible, I shall call to see you, Miriam, in your retirement, which I am glad to hear has so far been beneficial. Should I find you in a condition to make conditions, I shall lay before you a very advantageous offer of marriage I had received for you before your shipwreck. Should you accept this offer, and attach your signature to a few papers that I shall bring with me (papers important to the respecta- bility of your whole family as well as my own), I shall at once resign to you your father's house and the guardian- ship of Mabel. The chimera that alarmed you to frenzy can have no further existence, either in fact or fancy. I am about to contract an advantageous marriage with a 21 177 SEA AND SHORE. foreign lady of rank, wealth, ald beauty, to whom I hope soon to introduce you. I need not mention her name, if you are wise. Be patient and cheerful; cultivate your talents, and take care of your good looks-no woman can afford to dispense with these, however gifted; and you will soon find yourself as free as that ' chartered libertine' the air, for which last two words I am afraid you will be malicious enough to substitute the name you will not find appended, of your true friend and guardian, B. B." Had Wentworth spoken, then I Did he know of my immurement Was it his beloved presence, his dear hand, that were to be made the prize of my silence and submis- sion Was the hitter pill of humiliation I was now swal- lowing to he gilded thus No, no-a thousand times, no! He was not the man with whom to make such con- ditions-the man I loved-nay worshiped almost. He was of the old heroic mould, that would have preferred any certainty to suspense, and death itself to an instant's degradation. He deemed me dead, and the obstacle that had risen between us needed no explanation now. The waves had swallowed all necessities like this. But, had he known me the inmate of a mad-house, no bolts or bars would have withheld him from my presence. His own eyes could alone have convinced him of such ruin as was al- leged against me by these friends. From this survey of my utter helplessness I turned suddenly to confront the deep, dark, salient eyes of the disciple of Hahnemann, real or pretended, fixed upon me with a glance that even his blue spectacles could not de- prive of its subtle intensity. Where had I seen before orbs of the sane snake-like peculiarity of expression, or caught the outline of the pro 178 SEA AND SHORE. file which suddenly riveted my gaze as the light partially revealed it, then subsided into shadow again I pondered this question for a moment while Dr. Englehart, silent, expectant perhaps, stood with his hand tightly grasping the back of a chair, on the seat of which he reposed one knee, in a position such as defiant school-boys often as- sume before a pedagogue. As I have said, his head and body were again in shadow, as was, indeed, most of the chamber, for the rays which struggled through the thick ground glass of my astral lamp were as mild as moonbeams, and as unsatis- factory. But the light fell strong and red beneath the shade, and the full glare of the astral lamp seemed centred on that pudgy hand, in its inevitable glove, that had fixed so firm a gripe on the back of the mahogany chair as to strain open one of the fingers of the tight, tawny kid-glove worn by Dr. Englehart. This had parted slightly just above the knuckle of the front-finger, and revealed the cotton stuffing within. Nay, more, the ruby ring with its peculiar device was thus exposed, which graced the slender finger of. the charlatan ! I do not ap- ply this term as concerned the profession he affected at all, but merely (as shall be seen later) as one appropriate to himself individually. There must be beings of all kinds to constitute a world, philosophers tell us, and he, no doubt, so long in ignorance of it, had stumbled suddenly on his proper vocation at last. The rdle he was playing (so far success- fully) had doubtless been the occasion of an exquisite delight to him, unknown to simpler mortals, who uias- querade not without dread misgivings of detection. I for one, when affecting any costume not essentially belonging to me, or covering my face even with a paper-mask for 179 SEA AND SHORE. holiday diversion, have had a feeling of unusual trans parency and obviousness, so to speak, which precluded on my part every thing like a successful maintenance of the part I was attempting to play. It was as if some mock- ing voice was sayingt " This is Miriam Monfort, the true Miriam; the person you have known before as such was only making believe but the Simon-pure is before you, a volume of folly that all who run may read ! Behold her-she was never half so evident before I " But to digress thus in the very moment of detection, of recognition, seems irrelevant. The flash of conviction was as instantaneous in its action in my mind as that of the lightning when it strikes its object. I stood con- founded, yet enlightened, all ablaze !-but the subject of this discovery did not seem in the least to apprehend it, or to believe it possible, in his mad, mole-like effrontery of self-sufficiency, that by his own track he could be betrayed. "Vat ansair shall I bear to Mr. Bainrothe from his yard I " asked the Mercury of my Jove, clasping his cos- tumed hands together, then dropping them meekly before him. "I vait de reply of Miss Monfort vid patience. Dere is pen, and ink, and papair, I perceive, on dat table. Be good enough to write at once your reply to de vise conditions of your excellent guardian." " You know them, then " I said, quickly, glancing at him with a derisive scorn that did not escape his ob- servation. "I have dat honnair," was the hypocritical reply, ac- companied by a profound bow. " Disgrace, rather," I substituted. "But you have your own stand-point of view, of course. The shield that to you is white, to me is black as Erebus. You remem- ber the knights of fable I " 180 SEA AND SHORE. "Always the same-always indlomitable! " I heard him murmur, so low that it was marvelous how the words reached my ear, tense as was every sense with dis- dainful excitement. Yet he simply said aloud, after his impulsive Btage-wbisper: " Excuse me ! I understand not your allusions. I pretend not to de classics; my leetle pills-" and he hesitated, or affected to do so. " Enough-I waive all apologies; they only prolong an interview singularly distasteful to me for many rea- sons. You are behind the curtain, I cannot doubt, and understand not only the contents of that absurd. letter, but its unprincipled references. To Basil Bainrothe I will never address one line; but you may say to him that I scorn him and his conditions. Yet, helpless as I am, and in his hands, tell him to bring his emancipation pa- pers, and I will sign them, though they cost me all I possess of property. My sister I will not surrender any longer to his care, nor my right in her, which, with or without his consent, is perfect when I reach my majority. As to the suitor to whom lie alluded, he had better be allowed to speak for himself when this transaction is over. I shall then decide very calmly on his imerits, tar- nished, as these might seem, from such recommendation." " He is one who has loved you long, lady," said the man, sadly, speaking ever in that made and husky voice (wonderful actor that he was by nature !). which he sustained so well that, had I not unmistakably identified him, it might have imposed on my ear as real. "Hear what has been written on this subject: When others have forsaken you and left you to your fate, he has continued faithful to your memory. Time revelation of your immurement was made simultaneously to two men who called themselves your lovers, and its 181 SEA AND SHOBR sad necessity explained by your ever-watchful guardian One of these lovers repudiated your claims upon him, and turned coldly from the idea of uniting his fate to that of one who had even for an hour been a suspected lunatic; the other declared himself willing to take her as she was to his arms, even though her own were loaded with the chains of a mad-house ! Penniless and abandoned by all the world, and with a clouded name, he woos her as his wife-the woman he adores! " And, as he read, or seemed to read, these words, with scarce an accent to inar their impetuous flow, Dr. Engle- hart drew in his breath with the hissing sound of passion, and folded his arms tightly across his padded breast, as if thev enfolded the bride he was suing for in another's name. " And who, let me ask, is this Paladin of chivalry " I inquired, derisively. " Give me his namne, that I may consider the subject well and thoroughly before we meet at last." " Excuse me if I refuse to give the name of eider of dese gentlemen at dis onhappy season," he rejoined. "Wen de brain is all right again "-tapping his own forehead -" your guardian will conduct the faithful knight to kneel at de feet of her he loves so well." "And the other-where is he" fell involuntarily from my lips-yn heaving heart-an inquiry that I re- gretted as soon as it was uttered; for, affecting sorrowful mystery, the man inclined himself toward me and whis- pered in my ear confidentially: " Plighted to another, and gone where no eyes of yours shall rest on him again." " Pander-liar-spy! " burst from my passionate lips as in all the fury of desperation I turned from the creat- ure who had so wantonly wounded my self-respect, and 182 SEA AND SHOBE. waved to him to begone. Another name quivered on my lips, but I checked it on their threshold after that first burst of indignation instantly subdued. I was not brave enough nor strong enough to hazard a shaft like that which might have been returned to me so deathfully. I would let the barrier stand which he had erected between us, and which to demolish would be to lay myself open, perhaps, to insult of the darkest de- scription. Let the ostrich with his head in the sand still imagine himself unseen; the masquerader still conceive himself secure beneath his paper travesty; the serpent still coil apparently unrecognized beside the bare, gray stone that reveals him to the eye-I was too cowardly, too feeble, to cope with strategy and double-dyed duplicity like this! So the man went his way with his silly secret undis- covered, as he deemed, and that it might remain so to the end, as far as he could know, I devoutly prayed. For I knew of old the unscrupulous lengths to which, when nerved by hate or disappointment or passions of any kind, he could go, without a particle of mercy for his victims or remorse for his ill-doing. When Dr. Englehart was gone-for so I still choose to call him for some reasons, although I give my reader credit for still more astuteness than I possessed myself, and believe that he has long ago recognized, through this cloud of mystery and travesty thrown about him, an old acquaintance the child Ernie rose from the bed on which he had lain tremulous and observant, with his small hands clinched, his eves on fire. "Ernie kill bad man!" he exclaimed, ferociously, " for trouble missy. Give Ernie letter-he carry it away and hide it; bad letter-make poor Mirry cry." 183 184 SEA AND SHORE. "No, Ernie, I will keep it," I said, as I laid it care fully aside. " It shall stand as a sign and testimony of treachery to the end. Go to sleep, little child; but first say your prayers, so that the good angels may sit by you all night. Don't you hear Mrs. Clayton groaning I Poor Clayton I I must go and comfort her and soothe her pains, as Dinah cannot do. And, now that the bad doc- tor is gone home, and we are all locked up again securely, we shall rest peacefully, I trust; and so, good-night I " CHAPTER VIL FIaoM being the most silent of children, a perfect creep- mouse in every way, Ernie had become fearfully loqua- cious under my care, and was now as talkative as he had ever been observant. The action that most children develop through exer- cise of limb had been reserved for his untiring tongue. He had literally learned to talk from hearing me read aloud, which I did daily, much to Mrs. Clayton's delight and edification, for the benefit of my own lungs, which suffered from such confirmed silence, as I had at first in- dulged in. His exquisite ear-his prodigious memory- aided him in the acquirement of words, and even long and difficult sentences, of which he delivered himself oracularly when engaged with his blocks and dominoes. He told himself wonderful stories in which the " buful faiwry " and " hollible " giant of the story-books figured largely. I am almost ashamed to acknowledge that I would hold my breath and strain my ear at times to listen to these murmured stories, self-addressed, as I have never done to receive the finest ebullitions of eloquence or the veriest marvels of the raconteur. There was something so sweet, so wondrous to me in this little, ever-babbling baby-brain fountain, content with its own music, having no thought of auditors or effect, no care for appreciation, 22 (185) SEA AND SHORE. totally self-addressed and self-absorbed, that I was never weary of giving it my ear and interest. Had the child known of or perceived this, the effect would have been destroyed, and a fatal self consciousness have been insti- tuted instead of this lotus-eating infantile abandon-the very existence of which mood indicated genius. What poor Ernie's father might have been I could only surmise from his own qualities, which, after all, may have flowed from a far-off source; but that his mother had been gentle, simple, and inefficient, I knew full well, from my slight acquaintance with her, and observation of her non-resist- ing organization. Ernie, on the contrary, grappled with obstacles uncomplainingly, and was only outspoken in his moments of gratification. His was the temperament that is the noblest and the most magnanimous in its very moulding. Whining children are selfish, as a rule, and petty-minded, and most often incapable of enjoyment- which last is a gift of itself that goes not always with pos- session. Among other accomplishments self-acquired, Ernie had the power of mimicry to a singular degree. Mrs. Clayton had a slight hitch in her gait of late from rheumatic suf- fering, which he simulated solemnly, notwithstanding every effort on my part to restrain him. Without a smile or any effort of mirth, be would limp behind as she walked across the floor, unconscious of his close attendance, and when she would turn suddenly and detect him, and shake her clinched fist at him, half in jest, he would retaliate by a similar gesture, and scowl, and stamp of the foot, that so nearly resembled her own proceedings as to cause me much internal merriment. But of course for his own advantage, as well as from regard for her feelings, it was necessary for me on such occasions 186 SEA AND SHORE. to assume a gravity of deportment bordering on dis- pleasure. It may be supposed, then, that when, on the morning after Dr. Englehart's visit, before my chamber had been swept and garnished, and while Mrs. Clayton was busy in her own, Ernie brought me a letter and laid it on the table before me, as Dr. Englehart had done the night be- fore in his presence, I was infinitely amused. What, then, was my surprise in stooping over it to find this letter addressed to myself in the unfamiliar yet never- to-be-forgotten character of Wardour Wentwarth! After the first moment of bewilderment I opened the already-fastened letter-closed, as was the fashion of the day, without envelope, and sealed originally with wax, of which a few fragments still remained alone. The date, the subject, the earnest contents, convinced me that I now held the clew of that mystery which had baffled me so long, and that the missing letter said to have been lost at Le Noir's Landing was at last in my posses- sion. It needed not this additional proof of treachery to convince me that my suspicions had been correct, and that, next to the arch-fiend Bainrothe, I owed the great- est misery of my life to him who, in his ill-adjusted dis- guise, had dropped this letter from his pocket on the pre- ceding evening-my evil genius, Dr. Englehart-alias Luke Gregory. It was a gracious thing in God to permit me to owe the great happiness of this discovery to the little crippled child he had cast upon my care so mysteriously, and I failed not to render to him with other grateful acknowl- edgments " most humble and hearty thanks " for this crowning grace. Henceforth Hope should lend her torch to light my dearth-her wings to bear me up-her anchor 187 SEA ANVD SHTORE. wherewith to moor my hark of life wherever cast, and to the poor waif I cherished I owed this immeasurable good Had Mrs. Clayton anticipated him with her infallible be som-that housewifely detective, that drags more secrete to light than ever did paid policeman-I should never have grasped this talisman of love and hope, never have waked up as I did wake up from that hour to the endur- ance which immortalizes endeavor, and renders patience almost pleasurable. On the back of this well-worn letter was a pencil- scrawl, which, although I read it last, I present first to my reader, that he may trace link by link the chain of vil- lainy that bound together my two oppressors. It was in the small, clear calligraphy of Basil Bain- rothe, before described; characterized, I believe, as a back- hand-and thus it ran: " You are right-it was a master-stroke! Keep them in ignorance of each other, and all will yet go well. I sail to-morrow, and have only time to inclose this with a pen cilled line. Try and head them at New York. My first idea was the best-my reason I will explain later. " Yours truly, B. B. "N. B.-The man could not have played into our hands better than by taking up such an impression. There is no one there to undeceive him." THE LETTE. "M-y MRIAM: Your note, through the hands of Mr. Gregory, has been received-read, noted, pondered over with pain and amazement. The avowal of your name so uselessly withheld from me, lets in a whole flood of light, 188 SEA AND SHORE. blinding and dazzling, too, on a subject that fills me with infinite solicitude. "There have been strange reserves between us that never ought to have existed, on my part as well as yours. I should have told you that I once had a half-sister, called Constance (len-older than myself by many years-who married during my long absence from our native land a gentleman much older than herself, an Englishman by the name of Monfort, and, after giving birth to a daugh- ter, died suddenly. These particulars I gathered from strangers, but there were many wanting which you can best supply. I know that this gentleman had a daughter, or daughters, by an earlier marriage-and I can find no clew to the date of my sister's marriage-which might in itself determine the possible age of her own daughter. That this child survived I have painful cause to re- member. I had sustained shipwreck, and was in abeyance for clothes and money both, when it occurred to me to call on my brother-in-law, present to him my credentials, and remain a few days at his house as his guest, in the en- joyment of my sister's society, until my needs could be sup- plied from certain resources at a distance. The reception I met with from his elder daughter, and the information she haughtily gave me, determined my course. I sought no more the inhospitable roof of Mr. Monfort, to find shelter beneath which I had forfeited all claim by the death of my sister, then first suddenly revealed to me. Her child, I was told, had been recently injured by burn- ing and could not be seen, even by so near a relative, and the manner of the young lady, whom I now identity as Evelyn Monfort, was such as to lead me at the time to believe this a mere excuse or evasion, which I did not seek to oppose. 189 SEA AND SHORE. " It is just possible that there may be a third sister, yet I think I have heard you say you had but one, and this reminiscence is anguish to my mind. Even more, the care- less and unwarrantable allusions of Mr. Gregory to certain scars, evidently from burns that he bad the insolence to observe on your neck and arms, and remark upon as mere foils to their beauty, in my first acquaintance with you and before I had a right to silence him, recurred to me as a partial confirmation of my fears. Without explaining to him my motives, I questioned him on this subject again soon after he handed me your note, a proceeding that I should have shrunk from as gross and unworthy of a gentleman under any other circumstances. I did not stop to think what impression my inquiries would leave upon his mind, ever prone to levity and suspicion; but he must have seen that I was deeply moved, and that no impertinent curiosity could sway me to such a course with regard to the woman I loved and had openly de- clared my plighted wife. You will understand all this and make allowance for me. Write to me immediately, and relieve, if possible, my intense solicitude. At all events, let me know the truth, and look it in the face as soon as may be. Any reality is better than suspense. Yet I must ' hope against hope,' or surrender wholly. I have not time to write another line. My business is im- perative, or I should certainly retrace my steps. "Yours eternally, Wi'rwOuTH." The man who wrote this letter was capable of con- densing in a few calm words a world of passion, whether be spoke or wrote them; but he had governed his pen carefully in his agonizing uncertainty. It was yet to be determined when he penned these lines whether he 190 SEA AND SHORE. should be considered a lover addressing his mistress, or an uncle writing to his niece, and in this bitter perplexity he commanded his inclinations to the side of principle. I wept with tears of joy and thankfulness above this constrained epistle I pressed it to my heart, my lips, a thousand times, in the quiet hours of night, in the moments of retirement my jailer granted me. The child Ernie alone saw and wondered at these manifesta- tions of which I first saw the extravagance through his solemn imitations thereof, which yet made me catch him rapturously in my arms and kiss him a thousand times, until he put me aside, at last, with decorous dignity, as one transcending privilege. By sone vicarious process, best understood by lovers, I lavished on little Ernie a thousand terms of endearment, meant only for another, and by the light of my own hap- piness he seemed transfigured. He was identified with the lifting away of a burden more bitter than captivity itself. They could but kill my body now-my soul was filled with a new life that nothing could extinguish; and believing in Wentworth, I felt that I could die happy, let death come when and how it would. I knew now that in the course of time, whether I lived or died, Wentworth would know that I was not his niece, and claim Mabel as his own, remembering my estimate of those who held her in charge. Then would the tide of love and passion, so long repressed, roll back in its old channel, and he would leave no stone unturned, no path unexplored, whereby to trace my fate. To this, as yet, he held no clew. The sea had seemed to swallow Miriam lHarz, by which name I had been registered in the ship's books and known to the pas- sengers; nor could it be surmised that the young "m msd 191 SEA AND SHORE. girl," since spoken of, as I had been told, in the papers, as having been restored to her friends by the accident of meeting the Latona, and Miriam Monfort, were one and the same person. But if the time should come when all should be explained, either by my own lips or the revela- tions of others, good cause might Basil Baiurothe and his confederate have to tremble! Like all cold, patient, deeply-feeling men, there were untold reserves of power and passion in the nature of Wardour Wentworth which might, for aught I knew to the contrary, tend naturally to and culminate in re- venge. The wish to retaliate was, I knew, a fundamental fault in my own character, one I had often occasion to struggle with even in childhood, when Evelyn, my despot, was also my dependant, and generosity had been called to the aid of forbearance. Vengeance was a fierce thirst in my Judaic heart which only Christian streams could ever allay or quench, and I judged the man I loved by self-not always a fitting standard of comparison. And Gregory I I could imagine well the fiendish de- light with which he had seen me day by day writhing uncomplainingly beneath the unexplained and as I had deemed unsuspected alienation of Wentworth, the cause of which his act had wrapped in mystery! Afraid to tamper with the note I gave him for the cool, discerning eye of Wentworth, curiosity had at first led him to break the seal of that intrusted to his care in return, and dark malevolence to retain it rather than destroy, for the eye of his confederate. That he had dispatched it at once for Paris was very evident from the pencilling on the back of the letter; and that the snare was set for me already, in which the accident of the encountered raft proved an assistant, I could not doubt. 192 SEA AND SHORE. I fell i ito the hands of Bainrothe on shipboard in- stead of into those of Gregory in New York; this was the only difference, for subterfuge could have done its work as well, if not as daringly, on land as on sea; and the league of iniquity was made before I sailed fron] Sa- vannah. How perfectly I could comprehend, for the first time since this revelation, what Wentworth mu3t have suffered beneath his burden of unrelieved doubt and conjecture! I could see bow, day by day, as no answer came to change the current of his thoughts, conviction slowly settled down like a cloud upon his heart, his reason; and what stern confirmation of all he dreaded most, my silence miiust have seemed to him! All this I saw in my mental survey with pity, with concern, with wild desire to flv to him, and whisper truth and consolation in his arms; for I loved this mian as it is given to passionate, earnest natures to love but once, be it early or late; loved him as Eve loved Adam, when the whole inhabited earth was given to those two alone. " You seem in very good spirits to-day, Miss Mon- fort," said Mrs. Clayton, with unusual asperity on one occasion, when, holding Ernie in my arms, I lavished en- dearments upon him ; "your king, indeed! your angel! I really believe you admire as well as love that hideous little elf." "Of course I do," Mrs. Clayton; " all things I love are beautiful to me ;" and I remembered how Bertie's plain face had grown into touching loveliness in my sight from the affection I bore her. " And do yotu really love this child" " Most certainly, and very tenderly too; is he not my sweetest consolation in this dreary life" 23 193 SEA AND SHORE. "What if thev remove him" "Ah I what, indeed!" and, relaxing my grasp, I clasped my hands together patiently; that thought had occurred to me before. " It is a very strong affection to have sprung up from a short acquaintance on a raft," she remarked, senten- tiously. " I saved his infant life, you know; and the benefac- tor always loves the thing he benefits. It is on this prin- ciple alone God loves his erring creatures, Mrs. Clayton, rest assured." " If you had loved the child with true friendship, you would have pushed him into the sea, rather than have held him in your arms above it." "Do you suppose he is less near to God than you or I-to Christ the all-merciful " I questioned, sternly. " Much rather would I have that infant's yet unconscious hope of heaven than either yours or mine, Mrs. Clayton! " "But his earthly hope-it was that I alluded to; what chance for him Poor, weakly, deformed; he had better be at rest than knocked from pillar to post, as he must be in this hard, cold world of chance and change." " And that shall never be while I live, Ernie," I said, taking him again in my lap, at his silent solicitation. "Why, Mrs. Clayton, with such a noble soul, such intelli- gence as this child possesses, he may fill a pulpit, and save erring souls, or write such beautiful poems and romances as shall thrill the heart, or draw from an instrument sounds as divine as De Beriot's, or paint a picture, and immortalize his name; there is nothing too good, too great for Ernie to do, should God grant him life to achieve; and, as surely as I am spared to be enfran- chised, shall I make this gifted child my charge." 194 SEA AND SHORE. "You are perfectly infatuated, Miss Monfort; I de- clare, I shall begin to believe-" " No, you shall not begin to believe any such thing," I interrupted her, smiling; "you are surely too sensible and just a woman to begin to believe fallacies thus late in the day." "Have it vour own way," she said, sharply; "you always get the better of me at last." " Not always," I pursued, " or I should not be here, you know. It rests with you to keep or let me go-" " To ruin my child's husband ! There, now ! you have my life-secret," she said, with a desperate gesture; "; use it as you will." I understood more than ever the hopelessness of my case from the moment of that impulsive revelation, to which I made no answer. "What is more," she said, huskily, " I, too, am watched; I never knew this until two days ago: a negro man, an attendant of the house, an old servant of your guardian's, I believe, guards the doors below, and refuses to let me pass to and fro. Dinah, even, is employed to dog my steps. This is not exactly what I bargained for; yet, in spite of all, on her account I shall be faithful to the end." And for a time she busied herself in that care- ful dusting of the ornaments of the chamber, which seemed mechanical, so habitual was it to her sense of order and tidiness. Her hand was on the gold-emblazoned Bible, I remem- ber, and her party-colored bunch of plumes lifted above it, as if for immediate action, when her arm fell heavily to her side, and she heaved a bitter sigh, so deep, it sounded like a long-suppressed sob, rather, to my ear. "If I could only think you did not hate me, Miss 195 SEA AND SHORE. Miriam," she said, " I believe I could be better satisfied to lead the life I do." "H ate you I Why should I hate you, Mrs. Clayton I You are only a tool in the hands of my persecutor, I know, from your own confession, and I understand your motive better in the last few moments than I did before (inade- quate as it seems to my sense of justice), for aiding this oppressor. You have been very kind to me in some re- spects; an inferior person could have tortured in a thou- sand ways, where you have shown yourself considerate, delicate even, and for all this I thank you more than I can express. I should be very ungrateful, indeed, were I to hate you. The word is strong." " Yet you prefer even that humpbacked child to me or my society," she said, peevishly. " The comparison cannot be instituted with any pro- priety," I responded, gravely, turning away and dismiss- ing the boy to his blocks and books, as I did so, which made for him, I knew, a fairy kingdom of delight, through the aid of his splendid imagination. A commonplace infant will tire of the choicest toys; they ares to such minds but effigies and delusion, which last, the delight of imaginative infancy, to the cut and dried, dull, childish understanding is impossible. I once overheard one little girl at a theatre-a splen- did spectacle, calculated to dazzle and delight imaginative childhood say to another: "It is nothing but make-be- lieve ! That house and garden are only painted. See how they shake! And the women are dressed in paste jewelry, like that our cook-maid wears to parties, and no jeweler would give a cent for them; and the fairies are poor girls, dressed up for the occasion ; and the whole play is made up as they go. You see, I know all about it, father says." 196 SEA AND SHORE. I heard no more, but had a glimpse of a little, eager face suddenly dashed in its expression, and of small fin- gers pressed to unwilling ears to shut out unwelcome truths. The discriminating child seemed a little monster in my eyes, who ought to have been sent out of the way at once of all companions capable of abandon and enjoy- ment; and, as to the " father " she quoted from, I could imagine him as the embodiment of asinine wisdom, so to speak-the quintessence of the practical, which Bo often, I observe, inclines its devotees to idiocy! I knew very well that Wattie was not of the stamp to doubt the truth and splendor of " Aladdin and the Won- derful Lamp," or " Cinderella," as surveyed from the stage-box, in his confiding infancy, any more than to be- lieving in baubles when the time came to justly discrimi- nate. Woe for the incredulous child, too matter-of-fact to be enlisted in the creations of fancy, and who tastes in infancy the chief bitterness of age-the incapability of surrendering life to the ideal I How fresh imagination keeps the heart-how young I What a glorious gift it is when rightly used and gov- erned I Hear Charlotte Bronte's testimony, as recorded by her biographer: " They are all gone," she says, " the sisters I so loved, and I have only my imagination left to comfort me. But for this solace I should despair or pel- ish." The words are not exact-the book is not beside me, but such is their substance. He who lists can seek them for himself in the pages of that wondrous spell woven by Mrs. Gaskell-that tragic and strange biog- raphy which once in a season of deep despondency did more to reconcile me to my own condition, through iriy pity and admiration for another, than all the condoleches SEA AND SHORE that came so freely from lip and pen. Every fabric that love had erected crumbled about her or turned to Dead- Sea ashes on her lip. See what a world of passion those French letters and themes of hers betray I The brand of suffering and suffocating sorrow is on every one of them, plain to the eye of the initiated alone, they who have gazed on the wonders of the inner temple -the holy of holies-and gone forth reverently to dream of the revelation evermore in silence. But, above every ruin of hope, or pride, or affection, like an imperial banner flung from " the outer wall," her imagination waved and triumphed. " The clouds of glory " she trailed after her were dyed in spheres unap- proachable by death, or shame, or disappointment, and the gift described in the Arabian story as conferred by the genii's salve when he touched therewith the eyes of the traveler and caused him to see all the wonders of the earth, its gems, its gold, its gleaming chrysolites, its in- ward fires, unobscured by the interposition of dust and clay, which veiled them from all the rest of humanity, may stand as a type of her ideality. 198 CHAPTER VIIL THZE six weeks which had been allotted to me as the term of my captivity were accomplished, and still Mr. Basil Bainrothe came not-wrote not. I had seen the month of August glide away, its progress marked only by the changing fruits and flowers of the season, and the more fervent light that pierced through the Venetian blinds when turned heavenward, for it was through these alone that the light of day was permitted to visit my chamber. Where, then, was the place of my captivity situated In the environs of a great city, possibly, for the wind often blew, laden with fragrance as from choice rather than extensive gardens, through my casement, and the shadow of a tall tree impending over the skylight of the bath-room was, when windy, cast so distinctly on its panes as to convince me of the neighborhood of an English elm, the foliage of which tree I knew like an alphabet. And then, those fairy, Sabbath chimes ! Were such musical bells duplicated in adjacent cities or was I, in- deed, near our old, beloved church, in which memory so distinctly revealed our ancient, velvet-lined pew, my father's bowed head, and the venerable pastor rising white-robed and saintly in his pulpit to bid all the earth keep silent before the Lord ! Conjecture was rife I Thus August passed away. (1 q) SEA AND SIORE. My birthday I-ad gone by, and the equinox was upon Us, with its rapid changes of sun and storm, when one of these tempests, accompanied by hail of unusual size, shat- tered to fragments the skylight of the bath-room. This hail-storm was succeeded by a deluge of rain, which flood- ed not odnly the adjacent closet, but the chamber I occu- pied, among other evils completely submerging the superb Wilton carpet, concerning the safety of which Mrs. Clay- ton felt immense responsibility. A glazier came as soon as the weather permitted, who was carefully escorted through my chamber by Mrs. Clayton to ascertain the repairs to be made-a fresh- looking, white-aproned Irish lad, I remember (for a hu- man being was a novelty to me then), who found it neces- sary, in order to repaint the wood-work, to bear the sash away with him, leaving behind his tray of chisels and putty, and the light step-ladder he had brought with him on his shoulder, and on whose return I vainly waited as a chance for communication with the outer world. While Dinah was busy with mops and brooms drying the carpet, and Mrs. Clayton thoroughly occupied with her active superintendence of the needful operations, little mischievous, meddlesome Ernie had made his way, contrary to all rules, beneath and behind my bed, and torn off a goodly portion of the gray and gilded paper which had so far effectually aided to conceal a closed door situated behind the bed-head, from which the frame had been removed. Then, for the first time since our ac- quaintance, did I slap sharply those little, busy fingers which I could have kissed for thankfulness, and, watching iny opportunity, I replaced the paper, unseen by Mrs. Clay- ton, with the remains of a gum-arabic draught which had been prescribed for his cough. I knew that, after 200 SEA AND SHORE.2 experiencing such condigni punishment, he would return no. more to the scene of his destruction, and that he might forget both injury and discovery, I devoted my- self to his amusement during that active, long, rainy day with unhoped-for success. The glazier had announced to Mrs. Clayton that his return might be deferred for four-and-twenty hours, and, as the succeeding day was clear and warm, I proceeded, in spite of broken sashes, to take my daily bath -A' usual at twelve o'clock. Mrs. Clayton, with her prison-key in her pocket, and her snuffbox at hand, yielded herself to the delight of ginger-nuts and her stocking-basket, and rested calmly after her fatigues of the preceding day; and Esnie, at- tracted by the crunching noise-the sound of dropping nuts, perhaps, which betrayed the presence of his favor- ite article of food-hastened to keep her company-a thing he never did disinterestedly, it must be confessed. An opportunity. now presented itself for observation which I knew might not again occur during my whole captivity; and surely no sailor ever ascended to the mast- head of the Pinta with a heart more heaved with emo- tion than was mine, as I placed my foot on the last rung of the ladder, and towered from my waist upward above the skylight. I had drawn the bolt within, as I invari- ably did while bathing, and with a feeling of proud secu- rity I stood and surveyed the scene beneath and around me. The angle of vision did not, it is true, embrace objects immediately below me, owing to the projecting cornices of the flat roof (a mere excrescence fromt the original structure, as this was), but beyond this the eye swept for some distance uninterruptedly. Bathed in the golden light of that autumn noonday 24 201 SEA AND SHORE. sun, I saw and recognized a long-familiar scene, and for a moment I reeled on the slender step as I did so, and all grew dark around me. But, with one of those energetic impulses that come to us all in time of emergency, I re- covered my balance in time to save myself from falling; and eagerly and wistfully, as looks the dying wretch on the dear faces he is soon to see no more, I gazed upon the paradise from which fiends had driven me. There, indeed, just as I had left it, lay the deep- green grassy lawn, with its richly-burdened flower-pots, its laburnums, and white and purple lilacs, and drooping guelder-rose bushes, and its great English walnut-tree towering, like a Titan, in the centre. There was the hawthorn-hedge my father's hand had planted, and the fountain-like weeping-willow my mother had set, in mem- ory of her dead, whose graves were far away; and there towered the lofty elm-trees, with their long, low, sweep- ing branches, meeting in friendly greeting, to two of which a swing had once been attached as a bond of union-a swing in which it had once -been my childish pleasure to sway and read, while Mabel sat beside me with her head upon my shoulder, held securely in her place by my strong, loving, encircling arm. Nor were these all to assure me that, after a year of melancholy and eventful absence, I looked again upon the precincts of home. A little farther on rose the gray wall and tower of the library and belfry, half concealed by its heavy coating of ivy, glossy and dark, and shut- ting away all other view of the mansion. Beyond these last was the pavilion my father had built for the play- house of his children, through the open lattice-door of which I saw a girl seated at her work, with graceful, bending neck, and half-averted face. A moment later, 202 SEA AND SHORE. Claude Bainrothe lounged across the sward, cigar in hand. At his approach, the face within was turned, and I recognized, at a glance, that of my young aurora-like companion of the raft, Ada Greene. Then gazing cau- tiously around, as if to elude observation (never dreaming of the eye dropped like a bird's upon him), he lifted the rosy face in his hand and kissed it thrice right loverly ! I saw no more I would not witness more-for had I not learned already all that I asked or ought to know Well might the dear old chimes ring out their Sabbath welcome to one who had obeyed their summons from her childhood up to womanhood! Well might the summer air bear on its wings greeting of familiar odors, lost and found ! This was no idle dream, no mirage of a vagrant brain like that sea-picture, or that wild vision at Beauseincourt, but sober, and sad, and strange reality. I understood my position from that moment, geographically as well as physically. I was a prisoner in the house of Basil Bain- rothe (while he, perchance, reigned lordly in my own); that house whose hidden arcana I had never explored, and which, beyond its parlor and exterior, was to me as the dwelling of a stranger. Derisively deferential, he had resigned to me this se- cluded chamber in the ell-his own particular sanctum, I remember to have heard-and betaken himself, in all probability, to the more spacious mansion of his former neighbor. Far wiser, even if sadder, than I went up its rounds, did I descend that ladder ! Half an hour after I had entered it, and with new hope, I emerged from the bath-room as fresh as a naiad, having first abstracted from the tool-box of the glazier 203 SEA AND SHORE. two tiny chisels of different sizes, and a small lump of put. ty, which I secreted, on my first opportunity, in my favor- ite hiding-place-a hollow in the post of my bedstead- an accidental discovery of mine, made during Mrs. Clay. ton's first illness, since which I had always insisted on making up my own bed, much to her relief. My conscience so disturbed me on the score of this theft, that 1 hastened to secrete my only remaining piece of gold in the glazier's box; ill-judged, as this appeared to me on reflection. The boy was an apprentice, evi- dently, and might else, I thought, at the time, have been the loser. I feared to add a line, and dared not seek a passing word with him, so carefully was I watched. I next examined, with the eye of scientific scrutiny, two massive rulers that lay on my table, one made of maple-wood, and the other of ebony, and, leaving select- ed the first as most available for my purpose, prepared to commence the most arduous undertaking of my life-the careful shaping of a wooden key I I had read somewhere that, during the French Revo- lution, a young peasant-girl, by means of such an instru- ment, had set at large her lover, or her brother, in La Vendge; having taken with soft wax the outline of the wards of the lock, in a moment of opportunity. That day my work began-three times a failure, but at last successful. With the aid of putty, gradually al- lowed to harden I obtained the mould I desired, in the dead of night, and afterward, whenever privacy, even for a few minutes, was mine, I drew from my bosom my sa- cred piece of sculpture, and worked upon it with knife and chisel alternately, as devotee never worked on sculp tured crucifix. Never shall I forget the rapture, the ecstasy of that moment, in which, ensconced between my 204 SEA AND SHORE. bed-head and the wall, I slowly turned the key, first thoroughly soaked in oil, in the morticed wards, and knew, by the slight giving of the door, that it was un- locked. Not Ali Baba, when he entered the robbers' cave, and saw the heaps of gold-all his by the force of one magic word; not Aladdin, when the genius of the lamp rose to his bidding, bearing salvers of jewels, which were to pur- chase for him the hand of the sultan's daughter; not Sind- bad, when he saw the light which led him to the aperture of egress from the sepulchre in which he had been pent up with his wife's body to die-knew keener or more tri- umphant sensations than filled my bosom as I laid that completed key next my heart, after turning it cautiously backward and forward in my prison-lock. I I dared not, at that titne, draw back the bolt above, that confined it loosely yet securely, or turn the silver knob sufficiently to set it even ever so little ajar; but I did both later, when oil had time to do its subtle work, and I could effect my experiment in silence Yet I haz- arded nothing of the sort when the quick ear of Mrs. Clayton held watch in the adjoining room. I was obliged to take advantage of those moments of rare absence, when, double-locking the doors of her chamber, both inner and outer, she would descend, for a few minutes, to the realms below, returning so suddenly and silently as almost to surprise me, on one or two occasions, at my work. About the time of the completion of my experiment, I became aware of sounds in the room beneath my cham- ber, and sc2'netimes on the great stairway (of which I now knew the largest platform was situated very near the head of my bed), that gave token of occupancy. The rattling of china and silver might be discerned in 205 SEA AND SHORE. the ancient dining-room, at morn and night. The occu pant probably dined elsewhere, but the regularity of these meals was unmistakable. I recognized, faintly, the step of Bainrothe on the stairway, distinguishing it readily from any other, as it passed and repassed my hidden door. October had now set in, with a chilliness unusual to that bland season, and I asked for and obtained permis- sion to have a fire kindled in the wide and gloomy grate of my chamber, hitherto unused by me. About this household flame, Ernie, Mrs. Clayton, and I gathered harmoniously; she with her unfailing work- basket, I with book or pencil, the baby with his blocks and dominoes and painted pictures-the only happy and truly industrious spirit of the group. My true work was done-else might it never have been completed. The presence of fire was indispensable to Mrs. Clay- ton, and, from the time of its first lighting, she left me but seldom alone. Her rheumatic limbs needed the solace that I had no heart to grudge her, distasteful as she was to me, and becoming more so day by day-false as I now knew her to be-false at heart. How hatred grows, when we once admit the germ- not, like love, parasitically-but strong, stanch, stern, alone throwing down fresh roots, even hour by hour, like the banyan, monarch of the Eastern forest. I am afraid I have a turn for this passion naturally, but for love as well, ten times more intense so that one pretty well counter- balances the other. To carry out the vine-simile, I might as weell add at once that, in the end, the parasitical plant has triumphed, and stifled the sterner growth. In other words, Chris- tianity has conquered Judaism. 206 SEA AND SHORE. " I suppose I may soon expect a visit from Mr. Bain- rothe," I said one day to Mrs. Clayton. " I think my birthday approaches; can you tell me the day of the mouth I know that of the week from remembering the Sabbath chimes." I thought she started slightly at this announcement, but she replied, unflinchingly: " The 5th, yes, I am quite sure it is the 5th of the month." "Do you never see a newspaper, Mrs. Clayton, and, if so, can you not indulge me with a glimpse of one I think it would do me good-remind me that I was alive. I have seen none since the account of Miss Lamarque's safety, for which God be praised."' " No, Miss Monfort, it is simply impossible. I should be transgressing the rules of the establishment." " Dr. Englehart's, I suppose, as if indeed there were such a person," I said, impetuously-unguardedly. "Do you pretend to doubt it" she asked, slowly, setting her greedy eyes upon my face, and dropping her darning-work and shell upon her knee. Why, what pos- sesses you to-day, Miss Miriam" I shall answer no questions, Mrs. Clayton-this right, at least, I reserve-but, the fact is, I doubt every thing ' The raft on which Miss Lamarque and her family had found refuge had been swept by the tempest of nearly every soul that clung to it, after a ter- rible night of storm and rain, during which that courageous lady-that Sybarite of society-sustained the fainting souls of her companions by sing- ing the grand anthems of her Church, in a voice loud, clear, and sweet as that of a dying swan. One child was saved of the nine little ones, and the brother and sister remained almost alone on the raft. Let it be here men. tioned that, at no period of her subsequent life, a long and apparently pros. perous one, could Miss Lamarque bear to hear the circumstances of the wreck alluded to. Mr. Dunmore and his companions found a watery grave. 207 SEA AND SHORE. lately, except this child and God. I do not believe my Creator will forsake me utterly-I shall not, till the end." And tears rolled down my face, the first I had shed for days. I had been petrified, of late, by the resolution I was making, and the effort of mind it had cost me. I had felt, until now, that I was hardening into stone. "; You desire to see Mr. Bainrothe, I suppose," she remarked, after a long silence, during which she had again betaken herself to her occupation, without lifting her eyes as she asked the qjestion. "I desire to look my fate in the face at once, and un- derstand his conditions," I replied, sullenly. "But what if he is not here what if Dr. Engle- hart-" lifting her eyes to mine. "I cannot be mistaken," I interrupted, with impetu- osity. I II have heard his step; he eats ill the room below; I am convinced, for I know of old that bronchial cough of his-the effect of gorinaridism-" Thzen suddenly, Ernie, looking up, made a revelation, irrelevant, vet to iny ear terrible and astounding, but fortunately incomprehensible to my companion. What did that little vigilant creature ever fail to remark "Mirry make tea," he said, or seemed to say, and my face paled and flushed alternately, until my brain swam. "Make tea" sai I the voice of Mrs. Clayton, ap- parently at a great distance. " No, I will make the tea, Ernie, as long as we stay together. Mirry does not know how to draw tea like an Englishwoman." Oh, fortunate misunderstanding ! how great was the reaction it occasioned! From an almost fainting con- dition I rallied to vivacity, and, for long, weary hours, sat pointing out pictures to the boy, to win him to ob- livion, and persuade him to silence. Singularly enough, 208 SEA AND SHORE. but not unusual with him, he never resumed the topic. I had taken pains to hide my work from his observing eyes; and how he knew it, unless he lay silently and watched me from his little bed, when I worked at early dawn in mine, I never could conjecture. A few days later Mrs. Clayton announced to me that Mr. Bainrothe sould call very shortly. It was early morning, I remember, when she laid before me the card of " Basil Bainrothe," with its elab- orate German characters, on which was written, in pen- cil, the addendum, " Will call at ten o'clock; " and, punctual as the hand to the hour, he knocked at the dressing-room door at the appointed time, and was ad- mitted. He entered with that light, jaunty step peculiar to him, and which I have consequently ever associated in others with impudence and guile. Hat and cane in the left hand, he entered; two fingers of the right raised to his lips, by way of salutation (he clinched his glove in the remainder), to be offered to me later, and ignored completely, then waved carelessly, as if condoning the offense. He was quite a picture as he came in-a fashion-plate, and as such I coolly regarded him-fresh, fair, and smil- ing, looking younger, if possible, than when we parted a year before, and handsome, as that much-abused word goes, in his debonair, off-hand style of appearance. He was dressed with even more than his usual care and trimness (wore patent-leather boots, my aversion from that hour, for these were the first I had ever seen), and lavender-colored pantaloons, very tightly strapped dowu over them; a glossy black coat and vest, and linen of unim- peachable quality and whiteness; while a chain of fine 25 209 SEA AND SHORE. Venetian gold held his watch, or eye-glass, or both, in sus. pension from his neck. Yet no beggar in rags ever ap peared to me half so loathly as did this speckless dandy I " You have come," I said, grimly, as he settled his shirt-collar to speak to me, after formally depositing his hat and cane, and a roll of paper he drew from his pocket, on the centre-table, and wiping his face carefully with his cambric, musk-scented handkerchief, unspeakably odi- ous and unclean to my olfactories-"you have come at last; yet the greatest wonder to me is, how you dare ap- pear at all before me," and I looked upon him right lion- ly, I believe. " You were always inclined to assume the offensive with me, Miriam. Yet I confess you have a little shad- ow of reason this time, or seem to have, and I am here to-day for purposes of explanation or compromise " (bow- ing gracefully), and he rubbed his palms together very gently and complacently, looking around as he did so for a chair, which perceiving, and drawing to the table so as to face me where I sat on the sofa, he deposited himself upon, assuming at once his usual graceful pose. It was afauteuil, and he threw one arm over that of the chair, suffering his well-preserved white hand-always suggestive of poultices to me-with its signet ring, to droop in front of it-a hand which he moved up and down habitually, as he conversed, in a singularly soothing and mechanical fashion-his " pendulum " we used to call it in old times, Evelyn and I, when it was one of our chief resources for amusement to laugh at " Cagliostro," our sobriquet for this ci-devant jeue hkomme, it may be remembered. " Let me premise, Miriam," he began, " by congratu. lating you on your improved appearance "-another be. 210 SEA AND SHORE. nign bow. " You were so burned and blackened by ex- posure, and so-in short, so very wild-looking when I last saw you, that I began to fear for the result; but perfect rest and retirement, and good nursing, have effect- ed wonders. I have never seen you so fair, so refined- looking, and yet so calm, as you are now (calmness, my child, is aristocratic-cultivate it!); even if a little thin and delicate from confinement, yet perfectly healthy, I cannot doubt, from what I see. Do assure me of your health, my dear girl. You are as dumb to-day as Grey's celebrated prophetess." "1 All personal remarks as coming from you are offen- sive to me, Mr. Bainrothe," I rejoined; " proceed to your business at once, whatever that may be-a truce to pre- amble and compliments." " You shall be obeyed," he remarked, bowing low and derisively. " Yet, believe me, nothing but my care for your fair fame and my own have led me to confine you in such narrow limits for a season which, I trust, is almost over. As to my persecutions, which, I am told, you al- lege as a reason for leaving your house and friends so precipitately, these are out of the question henceforth for- ever, I assure you "-with a wave of the velvet hand- " since I am privately married to a lady of rank and for- tune, who will soon be openly proclaimed ' my wife,' and who will be found, on close acquaintance, worthy of your friendship." While giving utterance to this tirade, Mr. Bainrothe was slowly unwinding a string from around the roll of papers he had laid on the table, and which he now pro- ceeded to spread somewhat ostentatiously before me, still mute and impassive to all his advances as I continued to be. 211 SEA AND SHORE. " There are several," he said. " Your signature to each will be required, which, now that you are in your right mind again, and of age, will be binding, as you know. My witnesses shall be called in when the time comes. Dr. Englehart and Mrs. Clayton will suffice as proofs of these solemnities-these and others likely to oc- cur." " Solemnities I Levities, mockeries rather ! " I could not help rejoining. He felt the sarcasm. His florid cheek paled with an- ger, his yellow-speckled eyes glowed with lurid fire, he compressed his lips bitterly as he said: "Marriage is usually considered a solemnity, Miss Monfort; and, let me assure you, it is only as a married woman I can conscientiously release you from confine- went. You have shown yourself too erratic to be in- trusted in future with your own liberties." "Possibly," I rejoined. "Yet I mean to have the selection, let me assure you, in return, of the controller of my liberties-nay, have already selected him, for aught you know ! " My cool audacity seemed for a moment to paralyze even his own. lie paused and surveyed me, as if in doubt of his own Fenses. " Impaale' ! " I heard him murmur, softly, and, turning to the book-shelves, he left me for a time to mas- ter the contents of the three documents over which I was bending. I read them in order as they were numbered, and be- came more and more indignant as their meaning opened upon my brain, and culminated at last in a sharp, sudden exclamation of utter disdain. I started from my chair and approached him, paper ip 212 SEA AND SHOBE. hand. I think for a few moments the idea of personal danger possessed him, and the vision of a concealed dirk or pistol swam before his eyes, which he shielded with his hand, while he placed a chair between us; and, truth to say, there was murder in my heart, and in my eyes as well, I suppose, even if the mistrust went no further. I could have obliterated him from the face of the earth at that moment as remorselessly as if he had been a viper in my path striking to sting me. Yet I advanced toward him with no demonstration or intentions of this kind, having the habits of lady-like breeding and usual innocence of weapons, and ignorance of the use thereof as well, to restrain me. I forget. Close to my heart lay one of the sharp, shining chisels I had taken from the glazier in the bath- room. "What is it you object to, Miriam " he asked, in faltering tones, as his hand fell and his glimmering eyes encountered mine. From that day I have believed the legend which tells that, when the Roman, helpless in his dungeon, thun- dered forth, " Slave I darest thou kill Caius Marius 2 " the armed minion of murder turned and fled, dropping the knife he held, in his panic, at the feet of the nian he came to slay. Almost such effect was for a time observ- able in Basil Bainrothe. It made me smile bitterly. " All, every thing," I an- swered. " The whole requisition, from first to last, is base, dastardly-crime-confessing, too-if seen with dis- criminating eyes. Why, if innocent of fraud toward me and mine, should you ask a formal acknowledgient on my part as to your just administration of my affairs, and a recantation of all I have said to the contrary, both with 213 SEA AND SHORE. regard to yourself and Evelyn Erle Such are the con- tents of this first paper, the only one that I could, under any possible circumstances, be induced to sign as a com- promise with your villainy; for, not to gain my own life or liberty, will I ever put hand to the others, infamous as they are on the very surface." "Miriam, this violence surprises me, is wholly un- looked for, and unnecessary," he remarked, mildly. " From what Mrs. Clayton has told me, I had supposed that my disinterested care and assiduity with regard to your condition were about to meet their reward in your rational submission to the necessities of your case and mine. Re- sume your seat, I entreat you, and let us calmly discuss a matter that seems to agitate you so unduly. Perhaps I may be able to place it before you in a better light ere we have concluded our interview. You will sit down again, Miriam, will you not" " Oh, surely, if you are alarmed; but, really, I should suppose, with Mrs. Clayton and Dr. Englehart no doubt in call, you need not be so tremulous. There, you are quite safe, I assure you, in your old place, with the table between us;" and I pointed derisively to the fauteuil he had occupied so gracefully a few moments before, and into which he now slowly subsided. "Contemptuous girl," he broke forth at last, "you -may yet live to regret this behavior; so far, nothing has been denied you; no expense has been spared for your comfort; in a tribunal of justice you could say this, no more: 'My guardian, thinking me mad from his experi- ences of my conduct and health, and regaining accidental possession of me at a time when, under a feigned name, I was thought to be drowned, deemed it best, before reveal- ing my existence to the world, to try and restore me to 214 SEA AND SHORE. sanity by private measures, rather than bring upon my malady the eyes of a mocking world. In doing this, he used all delicacy, all devotion, surrounding me with comforts, and many luxuries, and even humoring my in- sane whim to have the companionship of a year-old child found with me on the raft under circumstances suspicious -if no more "' " Wretch I " I gasped, " dare only asperse me in thought, and "-the menace hung suspended on my tongue. What power had I to execute it, even if uttered "As to my name, I feigned none. It was my moth- er's, is my own, and from her I inherited, or, from the race of which she sprang, the power to remember and avenge my wrongs; to hate, and curse-and blast, per- haps, as well-such as you and yours, granted to his chosen children through the power of Almighty God!'" And again I rose and confronted him; then fiercely pointed down upon his ignoble head, now bowed involun- tarily, either from policy or nervous terror, I never knew, a finger quivering and keen with scorn and rage, an index of the mind that directed it. " I wonder you are not afraid to behave to me in this manner," he said, at length, lifting his head with a spas- modic jerk, and raising to mine his mottled, angry eyes, now cold and hard as pebbles, " seeing that you are, so to speak, in the hollow of my hand; " and, suiting the action to the word, he extended his long, spongy, right hand, and closed it crushingly, as though it contained a worm, while he smiled and sneered-oh, such a sneer! it seemed to fill the room. " True, true-I am very helpless," I said, sitting down with a sudden revulsion of feeling, and, clasping my hands 21.5 SEA AND SHORE. above my eyes, I wept aloud, adding, a moment later, as I indignantly wiped my tears: " Yes, if the worst betide there will only be one more martyr; and, what is mar- tyrdom, that any need shrink from it The world is full of it!" " Nothing, if you are used to it," he said, carelessly, " as the old woman remarked of the eels she was skinning alive; I suppose you know all about it by this time. But come, you are rational again, now, and I don't wish to be hard on you, Miriam; I don't, upon my soul I " " Your soul I " I murmured-" your soul ! " I reiter- ated louder; and I smiled at the idea that suggested itself-" have reptiles souls " " The memory of your father alone, my old, confiding friend, one of the most perfect of men, as I always thought him, would incline me kindly to his daughter, even if no other tie existed between us," he said calmly, unmindful of my sarcasm. " But other ties do exist, mistaken girl! The world looks upon us as one family-since the mar- riage of Claude and Evelyn, that uncongenial union which, but for your caprice, would never have taken place, and which is at the root of all our misfortunes, all our fatal necessities." "Necessities I" I muttered, between my clinched teeth, drumming with my fingers impatiently on the table before me, and smiling scornfully a moment later. "You seem in a mood for iteration, to-day, Miss Monfort." "I make my running commentaries in that way, Mr. Bainrothe. But a truce to recrimination and reminis- cence both. Let us adhere strictly to the letter and verse of our affairs. These papers form the subject of your visit, I believe. Know, at once, that the first I will sign, 216 SEA AND SHORE. on certain conditions, bitter and humiliating as I feel it to be obliged to do this; but, that I will ever consent to yield the guardianship. of my sister wholly to Evelyn Erle and her husband, or divest myself of my house and furni- ture, or my wild lands in Georgia, to you, here first named to me, in consideration of expenses already in- curred and to be incurred for Mabel'a education, and my own safe-keeping, during a long attack of lunacy; or that I will, to crown the whole iniquitous requisition, con- sent to give my hand in marriage to that scoundrel- Luke Gregory !-are visions as vain as those of the child who tried to grasp a comet or the moon-or, to descend in comparison, to catch a bird by putting salt on its tail ! There, you have my ultimatum; now go and make the best of it! " " I am prepared for your objections-prepared, too, to overcome them," he said, coolly. " Take time to consider all this. I do not expect an answer to-day, did not when I came, nor will I accept one signature without the whole. There is no compromise possible. As to your marriage -it must be accomplished before you leave this room. I, as a magistrate, can tie the knot-fast enough to bind all the other agreements to certain fulfillments, for Gregory is a friend of mine, and a man of honor, and will see them carried out to the letter. He loves you, too, and proves it, for he takes you penniless. Afterward a priest may complete the ceremony if you have any scruples. Then, of course, it rests between you and Gregory, whether you remain together or separate as wide as the poles-I shall wash my hands of the whole affair thereafter, having secured my good name and yours." I stood with bowed head and moving lips before him -mutely, indignantly. 26 217 SEA AND SHORE. " I shall, however, make all this," lhe continued, " ap- pear as well as possible to your friends and mine, espe- cially, believe me, Miriam! I shall state, for your sake, that, after being rescued from the raft, you were partially insane, but still sufficiently mistress of yourself to coin- cide with me and your sisters in the wish to let your death as Miss Harz pass current with the 'world, until you should redeem your errors " (what errors ), " and be restored to health and perfect reason. You will see that your ac- knowledgment of the last paper includes these extenuating facts, when you have leisure to re-read it (for I saw how hastily you glanced over that one in particular); you must do me the favor to peruse it much more carefully," draw- ing on his gloves coolly, " before you make your final de- cision. You are very comfortable here, my dear girl," glancing around benignly, " but you have no conception of the frame of mind, bare walls, utter solitude, a fire- less hearth and a frugal table, would bring about in a very few days or weeks, or even in one as resolute and defiant as yourself. I should be loath to try such an experiment or deprive you of your child-but neceesita8 non habet legem, the school-book says. I think you, too, studied a little Latin, Miriam" "Monster I " "Not a very relevant or polite remark, I must confess. By-the-by, Miriam, as you stand before me with your well-poised figure-your blazing eyes-your quivering nostrils-your curling, compressed lip-your heaving chest (always a splendid feature in your physique), your folded arms, and the color coming and going in your pale-olive cheek, in the old flame-like way I used to ad- mire so much in your girlhood-you are a splendid creature, by Jove! I could find it in my heart to love 218 SEA ANND SHORE. you still-there, it is out at last-if it were not for Mrs. Raymond-" glancing, as he spoke, in the direction of Mrs. Clayton, with a knowing smile. " It was your mag- nificent disdain that kindled the torch before. Beware how you revive that fanaticism of mine I " I turned for one moment with an involuntary feeling of appeal to Mrs. Clayton, but her cold, green eyes were quivering in accordance with the smile that stretched her thin lips to a line of mocking mirth. One glimpse of sympathy would have carried me to her arms for refuge -distasteful as she was to me in every way save one. She, like myself, was a woman. But such perversion of all natural feeling estranged me from her irreconcilably and forever. I was alone; shame, humiliation, despair, possessed me; indignation, for the insult I was forced to bear in her presence, filled my soul-I stood with my head cast down, tears raining on my bosom, my arms dropped nervelessly beside me, my hands clinched, my whole frame trembling with excitement. Slowly and one by one came those convulsive sobs- that rend and wrench the physical frame as earthquakes do the earth. Then rose the sudden resolve born of vol- canic impulse, irresistible to mind as is the lava-flood to matter, sweeping before it all obstructions of reason, habit, expediency. If it cost me my life I would avenge myself on this tiger, thirsting for my blood; I would anticipate him in his work of destruction, and the strength of Samson seemed to permeate my frame. It was strange that at that moment of cold, impetuous energy I forgot the steel I carried in my bosom, and thought only of the power I bore in my own hands. I 219 SEA AND SHORE. determined to strangle him with my strong, elastic fingers, of which I knew full well the powerful grasp. The consequences were as cobwebs in my estimate- compared to the ecstasy of such revenge-for all this flashed through my brain with the swift vividness of light- ning, and in less than thirty seconds after his last remark this matter was matured. The woman prevailed over the lady. I raised my eyes slowly and dashed away my tears, preparatory to the onset. He was looking at me wonder- struck, and, perhaps, with something like compunction in his face as I met his gaze. He must have read an expres- sion that appalled him in those dilated eyes of mine that confronted his, for, as I sprang toward him, he bounded backward and escaped through the door of Mrs. Clayton's chamber, which he shut after him with undignified alert- ness. I stood smiling, and strangely cold, leaning against the mantel-shelf, while my heart beat as though it would have leaped from my throat, and I could feel the pallor of my face as chill as marble. Mrs. Clayton approached me, but I put her away with waving hands. " Go, wretch! " I said, " woman no more, you have unsexed yourself. Leave me in peace-your touch is poisonous." She shrank away silently, and I stood for a while like one frozen; then cast myself down on a chair and gave way to bitter weeping. The flood-gates were open, and the " waters " had indeed " come in over my soul." I had restrained my passionate inclinations until now, not onlV from a sense of personal dignity, but from a determina- tion not to play into the hands of my enemies and cap- tors, and all the more from such long self-control was the revulsion potent and overwhelming. The consciousness that Ernie was at my knee at last 220 SEA ANVD SHORE. aroused me from the indulgence of my grief, and I looked down to meet his compassionate and inquiring eyes fixed upon me with a masterful expression I have never seen in any other childish face. It thrilled me to the heart. "What Mirry cry for-is God mad with Mirry" he asked at length. " It seems so, Ernie-yet oh, no, no! I cannot, will not believe in such injustice on the part of the Most High!" I pursued in sad soliloquy, with folded hands, and shaking head, and musing eyes fixed on the fire be- fore me: " My God will not forsake me!" " Did the bad man hurt Mirry" he asked, leaning with both arms on my lap and putting up his hand to touch my face. "Yes, very cruelly, Ernie." "Big giant will come and kill him, and fayways put him in the river, and the old wolf wat eat Red Riding Hood eat him, and then the devil will roast him for his dinner." I could but smile, albeit through my tears, at the climax of these threats which seemed to delight and stir the inmost soul of Ernie. His eyes flashed, his cheek crimsoned, his wide red mouth curled with disdainful ire, disclosing the small, pointed pearls within; he seemed transfigured. " And Ernie! what will Ernie do for Mirry " I asked, as I watched the workings of his expressive face. " Will Ernie let the wicked man kill Mirry " He looked at his small hands and arms, then extended them wistfully. " Ernie will tell good Jesus," he said, " and he will make Ernie grow big-ever so big-to tie the man and put him in a bag like Clayton's cat." 221 222 SEA AND SHORE. The burlesque was irresistible, and none the less so that the child was so direfully in earnest. To his infant imagination no worse disaster than had befallen Clayton's cat could be devised. This animal, adored by him, had been bagged and exiled, perhaps drowned for aught I know, for stealing cheese from the cupboard sacred to Clayton, by that vengeful potentate, to the despair of Ernie. The idolized kittens, too, which bad followed her, had disappeared with their mother, and days of infant melancholy ensued, during which the canaries before referred to were brought as substitutes. The faithful heart still clung to its feline passion, it was evident, though for weeks the memory of that hapless cat had been ignored and its name unmentioned. I believe, after my momentary wrath was over, I should have been content with the punishment suggested by the child, as sufficient even for Basil Bainrotbe. CHAPTER IX. A mvous headache, that confined me to my bed for several days, succeeded the degrading and exciting scene through which I had passed, and, as Mrs. Clayton had at the same time one of her prostrating neuralgic attacks, the services of Dinah were in active requisition. During my own peculiar phase of Buffering, the small racket of Ernie, unnoticed in hours of health, grated painfully an my ear, and I caught eagerly at the proposition of the negress to take him down-stairs for a walk and hours of play in the sunshine, privileges be did not very often ob- tain in these latter days. I was much the better for having lain silently for a time, when he returned with his hands filled with flow- ers, his lips smelling of peppermint-drops, and his eyes, always his finest feature, dancing with delight. He had seen Ady, he told me, with eagerness, and she had kissed him, and tied a string of beads about his neck- red ones-which he displayed; and " Ady had a -comb in her head, and her toof was broke "-touching one of his own front teeth lightly, so that I knew he was not pointing out any deficiency in the afore-mentioned comb. From this description, vague as it was, I identified Ada Greene as the person intended to be described; for I too had ob- served the imperfection lie made a point of-a broken tooth, impairing the beauty of otherwise faultless ones. (223) SEA AND SHORE. "And who gave yon the flowers, Ernie" I asked, receiving them from his generous hands as I spoke, and raising the white roses to my nostrils to inhale their deli- cate breath. "Did Ady give you these" " No-Angy I " he answered, solemnly. " Tell me about Angy, Ernie-had she wings" "No wings! Poor Angy could not fly. She was walking in the garden with Adam and Eve, with their clothes on," hie said, earnestly. " Mr. and Mrs. Claude Bainrothe, no doubt," I thought, smiling at the strange mixture of the real and the ideal- the plates of the old Bible evidently supplied the latter, from which many of his impressions were derived-and the practical pair in question the former, quietly peram- bulating together. But " Angy! " Could I doubt for one moment to whom he applied that celestial title The face of one of the angels in the transfiguration did, indeed, resemble Mabel's. I had often remarked and pondered over it. " Tell me about Angy, Ernie," I entreated. " 0 Heaven ! to think her hands have touched these flowers -her sweet face bent above him! Darling, darling ! to be divided and yet so near I It breaks my heart I " and tears flowed freely while he tried to describe the vision that had so impressed him, in his earnest way. " Poor Angy got no wings," he began again; "bu hair, and bu eyes, and bu dress "-every thing he admired was blue-" and she kissed Ernie and gave him pepper- mint-drops. Then Adam and Eve laughed just so "- grinning wonderfully-" and said, ' Go home, bad, ugly child, with a back on!' Then Angy pulled flowers and gave Ernie! " "It is only the little gal next door-I means de young 224 SEA ACED SHORE. lady ob de 'stablislnimnt, wat (le poor, foolislh, buniped- shouldered baby talkiig aiout," Dinah explained. "He calls her 'Angy,' I s'pose, 'cause she's so purty like; and you tells him 'bout dem hebbenly kine of people, so de say, mos' ebbery night. Does you think dar is such tings, sure enough, Mirry " " Certainly, Dinah-the Bible tells us so; but what is the name of the pretty little girl of whom you speak Tell me, it you know "-and I laid my hand upon her arm and whispered this inquiry, waiting impatiently for a confirmation of my almost certainty. For, that my darling wa8 Ernie's Angy, I could not doubt, and the thought moved me to tremulous emotion. "Dar, now! you is going to hal) one ob dem bad turns agin-I sees it in your eyes. You see," dropping her voice for a moment, "I darsn't dar to speak out plain and 'bove-board heahl, as if I was at home in Georgy! Ebbery ting is wvat dey calls a 'mist'ry' here- abouts; an' I has bin notified not to tell ob no secret doins ob deirn to any airthly creeter, onless I wants to be smacked into jail an' guy up to my wrong owners. My own folks went down on de ' Seewsko;' an' I means to wait till I see how dat 'state's gwine to be settled up afore I pursents myself as 'mong de live ones. We is all published as dead, you sees, honey, an' it would be no lie to preach our funeral, or eben put up our foot-board. HIe-he-he! I wonder wat my ole man '11 say ef he ebber sees me comin' back agin wid a bag full ob money I guess it '11 skeer de ole creeter out ob a year's grosw fe; but dis is de trufe ! Ef Miss Polly Allen gits de 'state (she was my mistis's born full-siter, an' a umity fine ole maid, I tells you, chile !), wy, den Sabra '11 be tound to be no ghAse; fur it's easier to lib wid good wite folks Souf 22.5) SEA AND SHORE. dan Norf. We hab our own housen dar, an' pigs, an' poultry, an' taturs, an' a heap besides, an' tithe to come an' go, an' doctors wen we's sick, an' our own preachin', an' de banjo an' bones to dance by, an' de best ob fun- eral 'casions an' weddin's bofe, an' no cole wedder, an' nuffin to do but set by de light wood-fiah an' smoke a pipe wen we gits past work; an' we chooses our own time to lay by-some sooner, some later, 'cordin' as de jints holes out. But here it is work-work-work-all de time; good pay, but no holiday, no yams, no possum- meat, an' mity mean colored siety ! " " But what has all this to do with the name of the little girl next door I Whisper that, and tell me the rest afterward." " But, if Master Jack Dillard gits de 'state," she pro- ceeded, as though she bad not heard my eager question, " wy, den Sabra Smif am as dead as a door-nail from dis time to de day ob judgment, an' de ole man 'II have to git anoder 'fectionate companion. I'se mity sorry for de poor ole soul, but I a'n't gwine to put myself in Jack Dil- lard's claws, not ef I knows myself. He's one ob dem young wite sort wat lubs de card-table, an' don't 'scrimi- nate atween ole an' young folks. You see, he's my masta's nevy-for de ole folks had no chillun but Miss May Jane, an' she's bin dead dis fifteen yeer, and bofe her chilluns dun follered her to de grabe, so dere is only Miss Polly Ann lef, and-" Here Mrs. Clayton groaned audibly, and, calling Dinah to her aid, broke up the tte-d'tte, if such might justly have been called our interview. It was not very long, however, before Dinah returned to my bedside, by Mrs. Clayton's directions, to offer to comb out my hair, which was tangled beyond my skill to thread in my pros- 226 SEA AND SHORE. trate condition. Yet, to make an effort so far as to rise and have this done, I knew would be of benefit to me. We were Sitting by the toilet, while the process of un- tangling my massive length of locks was going on, and the upper drawer thereof was half open, thus affording me a glimpse of its contents. Among these was my silent watch with its chain of gold, its pencil and seal attached. I wore it usually (though useless now in its silent condi- tion-the mainspring was broken) from habit and for safe keeping, but had laid it there when I staggered to my bed, ill and weak after my terrible interview with Mr. Bainrothe. It caught the eye of Dinah and stirred her master-pas- sion, avarice, and She began to question me, I E0o1o saw, with a view of getting it in her own possession. The selfishness of the old negress had struck me on the raft as something rare even in one of her shallow race, and my conviction of her cowardice and coldness prevented me from taking advantage of her cupidity, as I might have done otherwise. She was filly capable, I felt convinced, of accepting my watch as a bribe, and failing afterward to come up to her bargain. Yet, dear as it was to me from association of ideas, I should not have weighed it an instant against the merest probability of escape. I knew if I could gain an hour upon my pursuers, I should be safe in the house of Dr. Pemberton, or even in that of Dr. Craig, another friend of my father's. I was comparatively at home any- where in the city of my nativity, acquainted as I was with its streets and people, and I fully determined, when I found Sabra's avarice excited, to offer her as a reward this golden treasure, should she first place me in circum stances to gain my freedom. 227 SEA AND SHORE. " Dey calls you pore, honey," she said softly, " but wen I sees dat bright gole watch and chain I knows better. Now I reckon dey would briingenough bright silver dol- lars at a juglar's shop to buy my ole man twice over agin I He is but porely, and our chilluns is all dead and gone, anyway, all but one, way down in New Orleans, an' ef I could git his free papers he might come here and jine his wife in freedom, even if Massa Jack Dillard did heir masta's estate. How much would dat watch and chain be worth, honey I " " Two or three hundred dollars, I suppose, I don't know exactly; but certainly enough to buy your old man at Southerners' value set upon aged negroes; but whether it be or not-" An apparition, of which I fortunately caught the re- flection in the glass before me, cut short the promise that hovered on my lips. It was that of Mrs. Clayton, in her bed-gown and swathed in flannel, peering, peeping, listen- ing at the door of her chamber, as unlovely a vision, cer- tainly, as ever broke up an entretien or dissolved a de- lusion. I maintained my self-possession, though my agitation was extreme (the crisis had seemed so favorable !), while she limped forward and accosted me civilly, with a de- mand as peremptory as a highwayman's for my watch and chain, of which I took no notice. " I should be doing you great injustice in your condi- tion," she added, coolly, " to let you sell your watch, even to benefit Dinah and her old man, benevolent as is your motive; so I must take possession of it, or send for Dr. Englehart to do so, whichever you prefer." " The watch is there," I said, rising haugltily, with my still unadjusted hair falling about me. " It was my 228 SEA AND SHORE. father's and is precious to me far beyond its intrinsic value; and I shall hold you accountable for it some day. Take it at once, though, rather than recall the person before me with whose presence you menace me. Keep it yourself, however; I would rather deal with you than the others, false as you have shown yourself to every prom ise." " I wish you would be reasonable," she said, " and do what your friends ask of you. This confinement is wear- ing us both out; it will be the death of me, and you will be to blame." " The sooner the better," I rejoined, heartlessly. " Ah, Miss Monfort, you have no better friend than I am, perhaps, but you are ungrateful." "I hope not; but some things of late have shaken, I confess, what little faith I had in you; this confiscation of my property is one of them." " You know why this is done; I need not explain, but I shall trust you fearlessly in Dinah's society in future. I believe you have no other treasure to bribe her with," and, smiling in her sardonic way, she turned and limped to her bedroom, which it had cost her so great an effort to leave. Her groans and moans during the remainder of the even- ing were piteous, and Dinah could do nothing to comfort her. A sudden determination possessed me. My own system recuperated rapidly, and after a nervous headache I was always conscious of renewed vital power and of keener sensations. I would try the experiment once more -hazarded under circumstances so different that it made me tremulous but to think of the vast abyss between my now and then-and essay to magnetize Mrs. Clayton. She could not sleep naturally, and she teared evident- ly to avail herself of opiates, lest in her heavy slumber, 229 SEA AND SHORE. perhaps, I should escape. In her normal condition this seemed impossible, for she slept habitually as lightly as a cat, or bird upon its perch, yet lying, and with her key beneath her head (never dreaming of other outlet) she felt at ease. I had already learned that since her illness there were additional precautions taken to insure my safety, and, as she had alleged, her own fidelity. The Dragon was watched in turn by a Cerberus-no other than the long-trusted colored coachman of Basil Bainrothe, of whom mention has been made far back in these pages. Thus secure and secured, Mrs. Clayton might have sur- rendered herself to slumber with all serenity, one would suppose, had it not absolutely refused to visit her eyelids, and the suggestion of an opiate, on my part, was received for some reason in dumb derision. I went to her at last, and said: " Mrs. Clayton, I hear you groaning grievously, and I fancy I could relieve you. The laying on of hands is a sort of gift of mine; let me try by such means to ease your pain." "Thank you, Miss Monfort," very dryly, "you are very kind, indeed, but I don't think you can relieve me. I have excruciating neuralgia in my eyebones and tem- ples, and my hands are cramped again. Dinah has been rubbing, without bettering them, for the last half hour." " Let me try," and, without farther parley, I sat down to my self-appointed, loathed, and detested task, first quietly dismissing Dinah to the next room, where Ernie was eating his supper, and I knew would soon be want- ing to be put to bed. We changed places for a time, and it was not long before Mrs. Clayton pronounced the pain in her eyes " almost gone." The experiment was a des- perate one, and I bore to it all the powers of my organiza- 230 SEA AM/D SHORE. tion-mental and physical--and had the satisfaction in less than an hour to see her sleeping profoundly. She had been failing fast under her painful vigils, and I knew that a few hours of refreshing sleep would be worth to her more than all the drugs in the Pharmacopeia. Now came the test which was to make this slumber worth nothing or every thing to me. If she could be awakened from it without my coincidence, it would prove, perhaps, only a snare to my feet, but if her waking depended on my will, then might I indeed hope to baffle my Dragon, and, as far as she was concerned, make sure of my escape. I willed then earnestly that she should sleep until twelve o'clock; and at ten, when Dinah became impatient to retire, I gave her permission, in order to gain egress to try and arouse Mrs. Clayton. In consequence of this immurement of our servant, I had remained supperless-beyond the crusts of bread left by Ernie and some cold tea in Mrs. Clayton's teapot, of which I partook with an appetite born of exhaustion. Those who have undertaken this " laying on of hands," for the purpose of soothing pain, will comprehend what the succeeding sensation of nerveless prostration is-those only-and give me their sympathy. From her errand to arouse our sleeper in quest of the key, of course Dinah returned disconsolate. Greatly to my satisfaction, she stated that it was " out ob de question to try to git her eyes open. Why honey," she pursued, "ef I didn't know what a steady-goin' Christian creetur she was, I mout suppose she had bin 'bibin' of whisky or peach-brandy-dat's de sleepiest stuff goin', chile; but I does believe she has the fallin' fits, caze, even wen I pulled open one corner of her eyes, dey was rolled clean back in her head. Mebbe she's dyin', chile, an' ef she is-but noI" 231 SEA ANYID SITORE. she muttered, " dat oie creetur down-stairs netber leaves dem back-doors open one minute, you had better believe, even ef he happens to turn his back a spell, an' it would be no use tryin' to git out ob de 'stablishment dat way, but I knows whar she keeps her key, an' I kin go to bed myself if you say so, an' you kin lock de do' inside, an' lay de key back undernefe her pillow: you see dar's a bolt outside, too, honey, an' I means to draw dat after me, as ole Caleb always does ob nights wen he goes to bed." Chuckling low at the manifest disappointment in my face, she disappeared, to return almost instantly. "I thought she must be possumin'," she said, "but I know she is as fas' asleep now as de bar' in de hollow ob a tree in cole wedder, for she made no 'sistance like wen I grabbed de key from undernefe her head, an' here it is, chile, an' ef you wants to try your 'speriment you kin, but I spec you'd better wait a spell," and she looked cun- ningly at me; " dere's traps everywhar in dese woods! " It occurred to me as well that Mrs. Clayton might be feigning slumber, having penetrated my design of lulling and soothing her fitful spirit to rest; and feeling, as I did, an utter want of confidence in Sabra, not only as free agent but as watched attendant, I determined as far as in me lay to disarm suspicion by duplicity. So I lifted up my voice in testimony of deceit, and declared my weari- ness of bondage to be such that I had determined to em- brace Mr. Bainrothe's conditions, and that in a few days I should be free again without assistance. " So take the key, Dinah," I said, after observing it closely, and perceiving that it was several sizes larger than that I had made, as clumsy as that was, and, there- fore, could be of no use to me. " Let yourself out, and 232 SEA AND SHORE. bolt the door behind you, and Mrs. Clayton shall see that I will take no mean advantage of her slumbers." This arragement having been carried with speedy effect, I returned to my own chamber after a close scru- tiny of Mrs. Clayton's condition, and employed myself at once in running my penknife around the door concealed by my bed-head, and thus loosening the paper, pasted on cotton cloth, that covered it, from that of the wall, with which it was connected so intimately as to make the whole surface within the chamber seem to form one partition. Long before this I had cut that which surrounded the lock, so that it lay like a flap over it, fastened down lightly, however. with gum-arabic (part of Ermie's draught for a catarrh), so as to baffle slight inspection. My heart beat wildly as, after having effected this prelimi- nary step, I cautiously unlocked the door, which, for aught I knew, might be, like that of Mrs. Clayton's closet, bolted without, so as to frustrate all my efforts. It opened outwardly, and could have been readily so se- cured. In the great providence of God, it was not bolted. I sank on my knees, weak and prayerful, I remember, as the door swung slightly back, revealing the platform be- yond, and the short stair that led from it up to the sec- ond story. The hinges creaked a little, and these I hast- ened to oil; then closing and relocking the door softly, I crept (without pushing my bedstead back again the few inches I had wheeled it forward) to look once more upon the sleeping face of Mrs. Clayton. It was still calm and unconscious. Ernie, too, slum- bered peacefully. Every thing seemed propitious to my purpose. I threw on hastily the famous, flimsy black silk and mantle that had been prepared for me on shipboard, 28 2g3 SEA AND SHORE. tied a dark veil over my head, and, with no other pre- caution, went forth, as I hoped, to freedom. -My heart seemed to suspend its action as, cautiously unlocking and opening the door, I stepped forth on the platform. It will be remembered that I knew the topog- raphy of the lower part of the house of old thoroughly. I had been entertained there with my father more than once, when, as heiress of my mother's great estate, I had commanded the reverence of my hosts, and the situa- tion of parlors, study, and dining-room, was perfectly familiar to me. It was what in those days was called a single house, though a spaciousenough mansion; that is, all the roomns, with one exception, were placed either on the same side of the wide hall of entrance, or behind it in the ell. The study alone formed a small lateral projection on the oth- er hand. The door of this apartment opened at the foot of that stair,on the upper platform of which I now stood trembling, weighing my fate by a hair. I had left the door ajar through which I had crept quietly, so that, in case of failure, I might have a chance of retreat before discovery should be made. It was well, perhaps, that I did so on this occasion, for otherwise I should scarcely have had nerve enough to avoid the sure and speedy de- tection which must have followed the slightest delay or noise made in returning. I lingered to reconnoitre some minutes on the plat- form before I ventured to commence the wary descent of the broad, carpeted stairway. I had convinced myself that the second story was empty, though a lighted lamp swung in the upper entry, as well as in that below, throw- ing a flood of radiance on the scene with which I would fain have dispensed. 234 SEA AND SHORE. I heard the sound of voices from the closed parlors, and saw reposing on the rack before me several hats and canes, indicative of visitors. From the study, however, there fortunately came no murmur, and I found that it was dark. The front-door stood invitingly open; I could see the opposite lamp-post without, and I had made up my mind to dart on and downward, and reach at a bound the pavement, when the door of the first parlor was sud- denly thrown back, and left so, by a servant coming out with a tray of wines and fruits which he had been evi- dently handing, and I had just time to shrink into shad- ow, favored in my wish for concealment by the black dress and veil I wore, when a once familiar form appeared in the door-way of the front hall, which I reeognized at a glance as that of Gregory. Closing the door firmly atler him, he prepared to divest himself of hat and cape in the hall, without a look in my direction. After the ccmple- tion of which process he entered the parlor by the nearest door, setting that also wide open as he did so, with some exclamation about the heat of the apartment, which seemed to meet with acquiescence from the powers within. I caught a panoramic view of that interior before I fled swiftly, noiselessly, hopelessly, back to my cage again, having lost my only chance of escape by that fatal delay of five minutes on. the platform. I should have been out and away on the wings of the wind ere Gregory entered the inclosure before the house, had I not hesi- tated. Yet, after all, perhaps, I miscalculated. What if I had met him face to face-been seized and dragged back again to captivity ! Perchance it was better as it was. Tiune would develop and determine this; but, in the in- terval, how woful was my disappointment! I ha(l tirne to get to bed again, and in some decree 235 SEA A ND SHORE. recover my composure; indeed, I had been in bed an hour when the clock in the dining,-room beneath me, which, since the evident occupancy of that long-deserted hall, had been wound and put in running order, struck twelve, with its deep-mouthed, melodramatic tones, and at the very moment I heard sounds indicative of the resur- rection of the mesmeric sleeper. She was evidently startled in some way on finding herself awake again, or perhaps from having fallen so soundly asleep in hands like mine, for she called aloud first for " Dinah," then, repeatedly, on " Miriam," both without effect. In a few moments after these appeals had died away she came in person, as I knew she would, to reconnoitre. The bedstead had been pushed carefully and noise- lessly back again on its grooved castors against the door, from the lock of which the wooden key had been re- moved, rewashed in oil, and bidden away in that hollow aperture in the bedstead, which formed a perfect box, by the skillful readjustment of one loosened compartment of the veneering of the massive post. She shook me slightly, and I rose in my bed with a start and shudder, admirably simulated, I fancied, and which completely deceived her evidently. " I am sorry to have startled you so," she said, hurriedly, " but where is Dinah, Miss Monfort, and how did she get out " " I really cannot inform you where she is," I answered, petulantly. "I scarcely think it was worth while to dis- turb me for the sake of asking me a question you must have known mv inability to answer." " But how did she get out, Miss Ilarz " " By means of the key under your bead, which yon will find in the lock, no doubt, where it was left. She 236 SEA AND SHORE. promised me, insolently enough, to bolt the door outside to prevent egress, and I, to prevent ingress, locked it within." " So she assured you we were both prisoners by night, did she Well, I am glad you have proof at last of what I told you." " I have no proof; but, as I have made up my mind to come to terms of some kind very soon, I thought it useless to investigate. Do you feel better for my laying on of hands You seem refreshed." "Yes, greatly better; a good sleep was what I need- ed, and I fell into a doze while you were beside the bed, I believe. I have heard of magnetism before as a means of relief for pain ; now I am convinced of its efficacy." "Magnetism ! You don't think it amounts to that, do you You flatter me; " and I laughed. " I do, indeed, and I am sure I am much obliged to you, Miss Monfort; though, for that matter, you can never say, even when you come to your own again-which you will now do shortly-that I have not been considerate and attentive to you while in confinement." " You need not be afraid of any complaint as far as you are concerned. I think I comprehend you and your motives by this time. Let there be peace between us from this hour." And I extended my hand to her, which, very unexpectedly to me, she seized and kissed-a pro- ceeding deprecated loathingly. " I assure you," I added, laughingly, " I would rather even marry Englehart than continue here." " Then you will marry Mr. Gregory" "I do not know-either that or die, I suppose- whichever God pleases. I am weary of being a prisoner -weary of you, of every thing about me. All that I 2037 SEA AND SHORE. cared for is lost to me, and I might as well surrender, I suppose; not at discretion, however I " She turned from me silently, and sought her couch again; but I felt instinctively that she slept no more; and so we lay, silently watching one another, until morn- ing. I dared not renew my efforts to escape, at all events, in the night-time, when I knew the house was locked, and watched without, as well as within-for this was the old habit of the square. One two-three-four o'clock came, and passed, and were reported by the deep-tongued clock in the room be- neath me, before I slept, and then I dreamed a vision so vivid, that I wakened from it excited-exhausted-as though its frightful figments had been stern realities. I thought that the noble dog Ossian came to me again and laid the double-footed key upon my lap, as he had done at Beauseincouit-staining my white dress with blood, not mud, this time, and that Colonel La Vigne struck it furiously to the floor, and handed me instead the wooden one I had carved, with the words of the proverb: " The opportunity lost is like the arrow sped: it comes no more. Your wooden key will fail you next time, as it has failed you this, and you will be baffled- baffled-as you tried to baffle me! Miriam, unseen I pursue you I" Then he laughed horribly, and faded in the gray dawn, to which I awoke, covered with cold dew, and trembling in every limb. ilad he been there, indeed, in spiritual presence Was it his hand that had left that band about my brow-that surging in imy bradin-that weight upon my heart 0 God! had I indeed become the sport of fiends At last I wept, and in mny tears found sullen comfort. The image so often cavilel at as 238 SEA ANVD SHORE. false in Hamlet caine to me then as the readiest interpre- tation of what I suffered, and thus proved its own fidelity and truth. " A sea of sorrow " did indeed seem to roll above me, against which I felt the vanity of "taking arms." My destruction was decreed, and I had nothing to do but suffer and submit ! All the persecution I had sustained since my father's death, at the hands of Evelyn and Basil Bainrothe-all my wrongs, beginning at the heart-betrayal of Claude, and ending with the immurement I was suffering now at the hands of his father-all my strange life at Beausein- court, with its episode of horror, its one reality of perfect happiness too fair to last, its singular revelations, its warm and deep attachments, my fearful and nightmare- like experience on the burning ship, the level raft, with the green waves curling above it, the rescue, the snare into which I had inevitably fallen, the Inquisition-walls closing around me-all were there in one vivid and over- wheltning mental summary! I think if ever madness came near me in my life, it came that night, so crushing, so terrific was this weight which, Sysiphus like, memory was rolling to the summit of the present moment, to fall back again by the power of its own weight to the valley below--the valley of de- spair-and destroy all that it encountered or found be- neath it. Yet, by the time the sun was up, my eyes were sealed again in slumber. Before I close this chapter, it will be as well to de- scribe the tableau I had caught sight of through the open parlor-door when I tempted my fate and failed. Standing close in the shadow, so that, even if directed toward me unconsciously, the glance of those within, I knew, could not penetrate the mystery of my presence, I 239 SEA AND SHORE. scanned with a sad derision the scene before me. With a glance I received the impression that it required mo- ments to convey in narrative. On the hearth-rug, with his back to the fire, his legs apart, his coat-skirts parted behind him, stood Basil Bainrothe, monarch of all he surveyed, with extended hand, evidently demonstrating some axiom to the two visitors ensconced on the sofa near him, who, with the ex- ception of their booted feet, and the straps of their pan- taloons, were beyond my angle of vision. On the oppo- site side of the chimney from these inscrutable guests sat two ladies, elaborately dressed and rouged, in whom I recognized at a glance Evelyn Erle and Mrs. Raymond. Just before I vanished, Claude Bainrothc, courteous in manner and elegant in exterior, approached them from the other parlor, in time to witness the entree of Gregory, to which I have referred, and to salute him cordially. That these were all confederates I could not doubt, and prepared to aid each other. How could I know that one pair of those evident feet belonged to the invisible body of a man who was one of the few whom I could have called to my defense from the ends of the earth, had choice of champions been afforded me It was not until long afterward that I ascertained beyond a doubt that Major Favraud had formed one of that company on the occasion of my fatal failure. Had I dreamed of his pres- enice, I should fearlessly have entered the parlor, and thrown myself on his brotherly protection, secure of his best efforts to rescue me, even though his own heart's blood had been the sacrifice. Alas! should I ever find another dart like that, never to be recalled, to launch in the right direction, and fix quiv ering in the eye of the target I -God alone could know. 240 CHAPTER X. AHrER the one hopeful excitement of my prison-life, my spirit drooped deplorably for a season, and all occu- pation became distasteful to me. My diary even was abandoned, the writing of which had so well assisted to fill my time, and, although destroyed daily, to impress upon my memory a faithful and sequent record of the monotonous hours, else remembered merely as a homo- geneous whole. Had it not been for poor Ernie and his requirements, I should have sunk under this fresh phase of suffering, I am convinced. My health, too, was giving way. My strength, my energy were failing. I kept my bed, as I had never been willing to do before if able to arise from it, until noon sometimes, for want of nervous impulse, and my food was tasteless and innutritious, even when I forced myself to eat a portion of what was placed regularly before me. It seemed to me that, long ere this, Wardour Wentworth must have ascertained my fate, and the thought that he might be passive when my very soul was at stake, thrilled me with agony unspeakable. This mood endured so long that even Mrs. Clayton grew alarmed. She insisted on Dr. Englehart again, and, when I shook my head drearily for all reply, begged that I would permit her to state my case to Mrs. Raymond, 2i (241) SEA AND SHORE. who might in turn see some able physician about me and procure remedies. To this, at last, I consented. The consequence was what I had hoped it might be: Mrs. Raymond came in person, and I had at last the op- portunity I had long desired of seeing her alone. If thoughtless, if unrefined according to my views of good breeding, she was still young, and vivacious, and per- haps kind-hearted; besides this, sufficiently well pleased with herself to be generous to one who could no longer be her rival. Her approach was heralded by a note from Mr. Bain- rothe, full of his characteristic, guileful sophistry and cool impertinence. It ran as follows (I still possess this billet with others of his inditing-along with a snake's rattle): "MIm: I am glad to hear through Mrs. Clayton that reaction has occurred, and that you manifest repent- ance for your recent violence toward one who always means you well. A little jesting on the part of your guardian, my dear girl, should meet with a very different reception, and handsome women must submit to compli- ments with a good grace, or run the risk of being called prudes or viragos. Not that I mean to apply either term to you by any means. Your father's daughter could not be other than a lady, even if she tried, but I must confess your manners have deteriorated somewhat since you went into voluntary banishment among those outlandish people. I have heard no very good account of this old La Vigne who died in debt, it seems, and left his chil- dren beggars. I have some curiosity to know whether he paid your salary. ' Straws show,' you know, etc. " It is now October; by the end of this month I hope 242 SEA AND SHORE.4 you will have made up that stubborn mind of yours (truly indomitable, as I often say to Evelyn) to leave seclusion, and enter your family once more in the only way you can do so respectably after what has occurred-as a married woman. " You remember the French song which I was always fond of humming, 'Oh est on si bien qu'au sein de sa famnille' How appropriate it seems to your condition ! " You will be surprised to hear that your step-mother's brother has appeared on the tapis, and that he has had the audacity to propose to adopt Mabel, whom he claims as his niece. " He seems a gentlemanly person enough, but may be an impostor for aught I know. The young lady he was engaged to, Gregory tells me, perished in the Kosciusko, which proves a relief, after all, as it is rumored he has a wife in Europe. But such gossip can hardly interest you very vividly. The man has gone to California, and will probably return no more. " Did you, or did you not, meet this person at Colonel La Vigne's Favraud hinted something of the kind when he was here; but I can get no satisfaction from Gregory. " They all believe you were drowned in Georgia, and I thought it best for the present not to undeceive Favraud, who laments your fate. " The surprise will be all the more pleasant; and, of course, every thing will be explained to the satistaction of friends when you appear publicly as the wife of Luke Gregory-' long secretly married!' You see, it will be necessary to go back a little to save appearances, on ac- count of Ernie!" The miscreant ! I understood him now- oh, my God, for strength to tear his cowardly heart from his 243 SEA AND SHOBE. truculent body! But no; let there be no further unavail- ing anger. In God's good time all should recoil on his own head. For the present, I must bear, and make my- self insensible; if possible; and yet, I would not willingly have had the living greenness of my spirit turned to stone, as we are told branches are in some strange, foreign riv- ers-crystal-cold! Another extract, the closing one, and then forever awav with Basil Bainrothe and his flimsy letters "Again, I must congratulate you on the subdued and humbled temper you inanifest. Claude, and Evelyn, and I, had just been discussing a plan for removing you to another asylum, where stricter discipline and less luxuri- ous externals are employed to conquer the otherwise un- manageable inmates. Dr. Englehart, you know, holds up the theory of indulgence to his patients, and I am rejoiced to find his measures have at last prevailed over your frenzy. Mabel, like your other friends, believes you dead, and is at home with Evelyn and Claude, and is growing in beauty and intelligence every day. "She was quite shocked at her uncle's wild behavior, and positively refused to go with him, is fond of Mr. Greg- ory, and remembers yon with affection. "Owing to my knowledge of your condition for the last year, my dear child, I don't blame you for any thing that is past, not even for those delusions with regard to my own acts and intentions which formed your mania, nor for the misfortune and sense of shame which, no doubt, caused your hasty flight, and whose evidences you brought with you from the raft, in the shape of a nearly year-old child. "I remain, faithfully yours, "B. B. 244 SEA AND SHORE. The shameful accusations which brought the blood to my brow ought to have been easier to bear than all the rest, because so easily confuted, and because I knew not really believed; but they were not. The very idea of shame humiliated me more than positive ill-treatment could have done; and, spotless though I knew myself to be (as others knew me too-all I loved and cared for), still my purity was shocked by such injustice. I felt like one who had gone out to walk in fresh attire, and been mud-pelted by rule urchins, so that the outward robes, at least, were soiled, and a sense of degradation and uncleanness became the consequence in spite of reason. But, after all, the dress could be easily changed when op- portunity should occur, and all be made clean again, and the mud-pelting forgotten or overlooked, and the urchins punished or dismissed in scorn. Surely, God would not much longer permit this fiend to subjugate me. Had I not suffered sufficiently Alas! who but our Creator can judge of our deserts, or measure our power to bear In my adversity and lonely trouble I had drawn near to Him and his blessed Son-our Mediator, and example, and only strength. Dear as was still the memory of that earthly love, the only real passion I had ever known. could ever know, it came no longer to my spirit as a substitute for religion. I had learned to separate my worship of God from my fealty to man, yet was this last not weakened, but strengthened, by such discrimination. If only for the gift of grace it brought to me, let me bless my sad captivity! 2'1I .5 CHAPTER XI. THE dreary days rolled on; the health of Mrs. Clayton declined so rapidly that a small stove was found necessary to the comfort of her contracted bedroom, which freed me from the unpleasant necessity of her actual presence. The stocking-basket was set aside, the gingerbread nuts were neglected, and the noise of constant crunching, as of bones, came no more from my dragon's den; nor yet the smell of Stilton cheese and porter, wherewith she had so frequently regaled herself and nauseated me between- meals, and in the niglht-season. I used to call her a chronic eater-a symptom, I believe, of the worst sort of dyspep- sia, as well as too often its occasion. I prefer, myself, the Indian notion of eating, seldom, and enough at a time. After all, is there any despot equal to the stomach and its requisitions What an in- justice it seems to all the rest of the organs, the royal brain especially, that this selfislh, sensual sybarite should exact tribute, and eveu enforce concession, whenever de- nied its customary demands! There are human beings, the poor of the earth, as we know, who pass their whole lives, merge their immortal souls in ministering to its absolute necessities, who go cold, ill-clad, and ignorant, to keep off the pangs of hun- (246) SEA AND SHORE. ger; who sacrifice pride and affection at its miserable altar. There are others, fewer in number, it is true, but scarcely less to be pitied, who exceed this enforced servility in the most abject fashion of voluntary adulation; who flatter, persuade, and bring rich tribute to this smil- ing Moloch, only waiting his own time to turn upon and destroy his idolaters. For the pampered stomach, like all other spoiled potentates, is treacherous and ungrateful be- yond belief. Yet the philosophers tell us man's necessity for food lies at the root of civilization, and that the desire for a suffi- ciency and variety of aliment alone keeps up our ener- gies ! I cannot think so; I believe it is the stone about our necks that drags us down, and is intended to do so, and which keeps us truly from being " but a little lower than the angels." " Revenons A nos moutons !" The good-hearted vulgarian, who, whatever she was, and however detestable the part she was playing, was at least possessed of womanly sympathy, came frequently to see me during those weary days. Her engagement to Mr. Bainrothe was never by her acknowledged, or by me alluded to, and she seemed to have taken up the impres- sion in some way that I was the victim of an unfortunate attachment to that subtle person, which had degenerated into a morbid and causeless hatred on my part, leading to mania. Had she stated this conviction plainly, I might have been tempted to undeceive her; as it was, I sulffered the error to continue, knowing that no condition of belief would influence her half so kindly toward me. Women as a class have a sincere friendship for those who have undergone slighting treatment at the hands of their lovers 247 SEA AND SHORE. and husbands; and we all know what a common trick of trade it is with men who have been unsuccessful in their attempts to gain a woman's affections, or worse, in their evil designs on her honor, to give out such mendacious impressions I Yet, to the end of time, the vanity and credulity of women will lead them to lend credence to such statements, rather than look matters firmly in the face, with the eyes of common-sense and experience. 1, for one, am a very skeptic on this subject of manly dislike growing out of female susceptibility, and usually take the conservative view of the question. During one of these condescending visits of the " Lady Anastasia," whose position toward Bainrothe I perfectly comprehended, through the inadvertence, it may be re- membered, of Mrs. Clayton, I ventured to ask her whether she had met with her betrothed, as she had expected to do on landing at New York, and when her marriage was to take place. "Whenever you come out of this retirement, dear; not before. You see I have set my heart on 'aving you for my bridesmaid, with your friends' permission." "Then Mr. Bainrothe has concluded to annul the condition of my marriage before leaving the asylum." " Oh, I had forgotten aboLt that! Well, we will have the ceremony performed together, if you prefer; down in Dr. En glehart's drawing-rooms." "You reside here, then" I questioned; "you are at home in this house, whosesoever it may be " "Olh, no, you quite misunderstand me. I am staying with friends, and Mr. Bainrothe is over at home with his so61 and daughter-in-law "-with a jerk of her head in the right direction-" in the other city, I mean; I am such a 248 SEA AND SHORE. stranger I forget names sometimes. This, you know, is solely Dr. Englehart's establishment." " I suppose that gentleman is absent, as I have not seen him lately," I continued. "lHe has been absent, but has just returned. He speaks of calling, I believe, very soon, to see you on the part of Mr. Gregory. How happy you are to inspire such a pas- sion in the heart of that splendid man! "-and she rolled her eyes, and drew up her square, flat shoulders expres- sively. " Do tell me where you knew him, and aMl about it; I am sure he is much more suitable to you, in age and intellect, thani-than-even Mr. Bain rotlhe." " There is no question of him now," I responded, gravely, purposely misunderstanding her; " he has been married some time to my step-sister, Evelyn Erle, and, I suppose, with many of my other friends, believes me dead! " " Oh, no, I assure you," she rejoined, with some con- fusion, "it is a mistake altogether. Both Mr. and Mrs. Claude Bainrothe are perfectly aware of your seclusion, and he, especially, recommended and contrived it." " There was contrivance, then; you admit that! " I said, impressively. At this juncture a feeble voice from the adjoining room was heard calling aloud, and I listened to it, up- lifted as it was, evidently, in tones of remonstrance and reproof, for some moments afterward-the Lady Aiiasta- sia having hastened, with dutiful alacrity, to the bedside of her 80i-di8ant servant. I became aware, after this visit, that Mrs. Raymond had become my jailer as well as her motler's. She came regularly at supper-titne thereafter to superintend Dinah's arranglements, to give Mrs. Clayton her night-draught, 30 249 SEA AND SHORE. which did not assuage her direful vigilance one particle, but rather seemed to infuse new powers of wakefulness in those ever-watchful eyes, until sunrise, when, protected by the knowledge that others besides herself were on the watch, she permitted sleep to take possession of her senses. I earnestly believe that no one ever so effectually con- trolled the predisposition to slumber as did this woman. After locking us up regularly for the night, the " Lady Anastasia" withdrew, followed by Dinah; and I would hear, later, sounds of festivity, in which her well-known laugh was blended, in the dining-room below, where, with Bainrothe and his friends, she held wassail, frequently, until after midnight. The groans of Mrs. Clayton would then commence, and, with little intermission, last until morning's light. Yet it was something to be rid of Mrs. Raymond's surveillance during those very hours I had selected for my second effort to escape. This must be hazarded, I knew, between eight and ten o'clock of the evening, dur- iDg which time I had reason to suppose the house-door remained unlocked. The risk of encountering some one in the hall below-for there was constant passing and re- passing of footsteps during those hours-constituted my chief danger; but, at all hazards, the experiment must then, if at all, be made. October was fast drifting away, and I knew that at its close my course would be decided for me, should I not anticipate such despotism by setting it at naught, in the only possible way-that of flying from the scene of my oppression. How to do this, and when, became the one problem of my existence; and it was well for me that Mrs. Clay- 250 SEA AND SHORE. ton was too great a sufferer to notice beyond my external safety, or she might have seen clear indications of some strange change at work, stamped upon my features. My unsettled intentions were suddenly brought to a crisis by the contents of a letter handed to mne, as usual, in the shadows of the evening, by the long-absent Dr. Englehart, who came in person, in accordance with Mrs. Rayrnond's announcement (arriving, as it chanced, while Mrs. Clayton slumbered), to deliver it. Gregory wrote a large, clear hand, not difficult to de- cipher, even by the dim light of a moonlight lamp; and, while Dr. Englehart stood regarding me in the shadow, anxiously enough, I perceived, to keep me entirely on my guard, I perused, with mingled derision and terror, this truly characteristic epistle. My running commentaries, as I read-entirely aotto voce, of course, for one does not care to rouse the wrath of a tiger on the crouch, by fling- ing pebbles in the jungle mnay give some idea of the im- pression it made upon me, and the emotions it excited. " BELOVED MIRIAM " (insolent cur !)-" for by this ten- der title I am permitted to address you at last " (by whom)--"I cannot flatter myself that, in concurring with the wishes of your friends, you return my fervent passion " (you are mistaken there; I do return it with the seal unbroken); " but will you not suffer me to hope that the deep, disinterested devotion of mouths may undo the past, and dissolve those bitter prejudices which I feel well aware were instilled into your heart hy one of the coldest and most time serving of men " (of course, hrole is free to all; it is no longer kept in a lox, as in the days of Pandora) " When I assure you that Wentworth, with a perfect knowledge of your present situation, has repudi- 251 SEA AND SHORE. ated the past, you will more perfectly understand my reference" (I will believe this when he tells me so, not before; your assertion simply reassures me). " It is not, however, to place my own devotion in contrast with his perfidy, that I now address you " (Nature drew the con- trast, fortunately for him, without your assistance), " hut to beseech you, for your own sake, to let nothing turn you from your recently-formed resolution " (I don't in- tend to let any thing turn me, if I can help it, this time 1). " It remains with you to live a free and happy lite, adored and indulged by one who would give his heart's blood to serve you " (a poor gift, I take it), " or pass your whole existence in the cell of a lunatic, cut off from every being who could care for or protect you." (Great Heavens! what can the wretch mean) " Should you refuse to become my wife, and affix your signature to the papers in your possession, I have reason to know that Bainrothe designs to make, or rather continue, you dead, and imprison you in a lonely house on the sea-coast, which he owns, where others of his victims have before now lived and died un- known! " (Very melodramatic, truly; but I don't believe Cagliostro would dare to do it.) " To convince you of the truth of my allegations, Dr. Engelehart is instructed to place in your bands a note recently intercepted by me from that arch-conspirator to his son, which please re- turn to him, my truest friend " (direst enemy, you mean), " along with this letter, as I send you both documents at my own peril, and dare not leave them in your hands " (how magnanimous!); and here I dropped the letter on the table, and extended my hand mutely to Dr. Engle- hart for the note, which was ready for me, in the hollow of his pudgy palm. It did, indeed, most clearly confirm the statement, 252 SEA AND SHORE. true or false, of the ubiquitous Gregory. Returning it to the physician pro tem., I then continued the perusal of this singular love-letter to the end, in which the lawyer and knave predominated in spite of Eros! Yet there was food for consideration here, and extremest terror. " How long before this ultimatum is proposed to me, which Mr. Gregory seemed to anticipate, and with which you, no doubt, are acquainted" I asked, coldly, after consideration. " Ten days will close up de whole transaction, as I understand," was the no less cool reply, made in those husky, inimitable tones, peculiar to the man of petty pills. " Ten days! It would seem a short time wherein to get up a reasonable trousseau, even! " "True-true ! but nosing of dat kind is necessaire under dese circumstances-only your mos' gracious and graceful consent! " He spoke eagerly, with bowed head and clasped hands, standing mutely before me when he had concluded. "If Mr. Gregory loved me truly, he would not limit me thus," I hazarded. " He would give me time to learn to return his affection, as I must try to do, and to forget the pastI He would not strike hands with my perse- cutors, but insist on my liberation-or obtain it, as he could readily do, without their cooperation, through you, Dr. Englehart, who seem to be his friend and ally, and who have already run such risks for his sake in bringing me these two dangerous letters," and as I spoke I pushed them across the table, to be gathered up and concealed with well-affected eagerness. How perfectly he played his part, and how cunningly Bainrothe had contrived to convey to me his menace-real, or assumed for effect, I could not tell which, for my 2.3 SEA AND SHORE. judgment spoke one language, my cowardice another! Yet, I confess, that the panic was complete, though I concealed it from the enemy. "Women usually, at least romantic and incredulous women like me, demand some proof of a lover's devotion," I resumed, as coolly as I could, " before yielding him their faith and fealty; but Mr. Gregory has given me no evi- dence so far of the sincerity of his passion; I confess I find it difficult, under the circumstances, to believe in its existence." He drew near to me, bent eagerly above me, then again concealed himself, as it was wise for him to do, in shadow; and I could hear his hissing breath, as it passed between his closed teeth-like that of a roused serpent. The impulse of the man came near betraying him, but he rallied and refrained from an exposure, as he would have supposed it, that must have been fatal to his success as a lover, even if it confirmed his power of possession. His tones, low and deep, were unmistakably those of suppressed passion when he spoke again, and he had al- most dropped his accent, so wonderfully assumed. " When shall he come to you, and speak for himself Let me take to him some word of encouragement from your lips-for de love of whom-he languishes-he dies I All other passions of his life have proved like cobwebs, compared to this-avarice, ambition, revenge, all yield before it! He is your slave! Do not trample on a fer- vent heart, thus laid at your feet! Have mercy on this unfortunate ! " " Strange language from a captor to a captive-mock- ing language, that I find unendurable ! Let Mr. Gregory remain where he is until the extreme limit of the interval granted me by Basil Bainrothe as breathing-space before 254 SEA AND SHORE. execution; and before hope expires in thick darkness- then let him come and take what he will find of the vic- tim of so much perfidy! " " You do not-you cannot-meditate pcrr3onal vio- lence, self-murder " He spoke in a voice of agony, that could scarcely be restrained from breaking into its natural tones. "No-no-do not flatter yourselves that I co ild be driven by you-by any one to such God-offend ng," I hastened to say, for I felt the importance of keep ng this barrier of disguise, of ice, between Gregory and myself as a means of safety for a season, and determined that lie should not transcend it, if I could prevent an expose, such as his excited feelings made imminent. " My hopes are dead-say this to Mr. Gregory-and I have reason to believe I should fare as well in his hands as in any other's, knowing him-as I know him to be-" and I hesi- tated here for a moment-" gentle, compassionate, faith ful, where his feelings are fairly enlisted." "He thanks you, through my lips, most lovely lady, for dis great proof of consideration; dis message, which I shall truthfully deliver, will fill his heart with joy, long a stranger to his breast. for he has feared your hatred." "Now go, IDr. Englehart, and let no one come to me without previous warning, for I need all my strength to bear me up in this emergency. Nor would I meet Mr. Gregory without due preparation even of apparel," and I glanced at my dress of spotted lawn, faded and un- seasonable as it seemed in the autumn weather. "I know his fastidiousness on this subject, and from this time it ought to, it must be my study to try to please him." Why was not the fate of Ananias or Sapp]iira mine after SEA AND SHORE. that false utterance Why did I triumph in the strength of guile that desperation gave me, rather than sink abashed and penitent beneath it And this was the woman who had once lectured on duplicity and expediency, and deemed herself above them! Bitter and nauseous as was this bowl to me, I drank it without a grimace; so much depended on the measure of deceit-hope, love, honor, life itself perhaps-br my ter- rors whispered that even such warnings as those Gregory had given were not to be disregarded where there was question of success or failure to Basil Bainrothe! But one alternative presented itself-escape! Delay, I scarce could hope for, and, even if granted, how could it avail me in the end Those words-" He will make you dead! " rang in my ears, and seemed written on the wall. They confronted me everywhere. It was so easy to do this so easy to repeat what the papers had alread-y told the world -o easy to confine me in a maniac's cell under an assumed name, and by the aid of my own gold, and say, 'She perished at sea!" It would be to the interest of all who knew it, to pre- serve the secret, except the poor ship's captain, and he had been a dupe, and would scarcely recognize his folly, or, if he did, be the first to boast of and publish it. Besides that, should the matter be inquired into, how easy for Bainrothe to allege that my own family had sanctioned his course to save my reputation I For innuendo was over on this disgraceful subject. He had declared openly his base design. Years might elapse before the final expcsition, years of utter ruin to my prospects and my hopes. Wentworth might be married by that time, or indifferent, or dead; Ernie too old to make the matter of a year or two of con- 2.56 SEA AND SHORE. 2..7 sequence ill the carrying out of the nefarious scheme to subtain which it would be so easy to suDmon and suborn witnesses. All these possibilities represented themselves to rue with frightful distinctness; my mind became imbued with them to the exclusion of all else-of reason even. I was literally panic-stricken, and nothiing but flight could sat- isfy my instinct, my impulse of self-preservation. I must go, even if blown like a leaf before the gales of heaven; must fly, if even to certainty of destruction. I had felt this necessity once before, be it remembered, but ilever so stringently, so morbidly as now. I was yielding under the agony, the anxiety incident to nmv condition; my nervous system, too severely taxed, was breaking down, and it would succumb entirely, unless relief caine to me (of this I felt convinced), before another weary month should roll away. Had I been imprisoned for a certain term of years as an expiation for crimes, I think I could have borne it better; but the injustice, the uncertainty of these proceedings were more than I could sustain. I fell asleep, I remember, on the night ot my inter- view with Gregory-alias Englellart-to dream confusedly of Baron Trenek and his iron collar, and the Princess Amelia and her unmitigated grief, and it seemed to me that I was given to drink from a cup the poor prisoner had carved (as memoirs tell us he carved and sold many such), filled with a sort of bitter wine. by the man in the iron mask-so vividly did Fancy, mixing her ingredients, typify the anguish of my waking moments, and reproduce its anxieties, in dreams of night that could not be con- trolled. When I awoke in the morning it was to lie quietly, and listen to the doleful voice of Sabra, for such had been 31 SFA AIN SIrT.TOR. Dinah's Congo name, uplifted in what she called a " sper- itual " as she cleaned the brass mountings of the grate and kindled its tardy fires. With very slight alteration and adjustment, this picturesque and dramatic Obi hymn is given in this place, just as I jotted it down in my diary, thus imprinting it on my memory from her own dolphin-like lips and bellows-like lungs. Her forefathers, she informed me with considerable pride, had been snake-worshipers, and she certainly inherited their ten- dency to treat the worst enemy of mankind with respect- ful adoration. It served to divert my mind from its one fixed idea for a little time to arrange this singular hymn, which, to- gether with those she had given voice to on the raft, proved her poetic powers. For Sabra assured me that this gift of sacred song had come to her one day when she was washing her master's linen, and that she had felt it run cold streaks down her back and through her brain, and that from that time she was uplifted to sing, " sper- ituals " by spells and seasons. This, her longest and most successful inspiration, I now lay before the reader: SABRA'S SPERITUAL. We's on de road to Zion, We's on de paf' to Zion, But dar's a roarin' lion, For Satan stops de way. Oh! lef' us pass, ole Masta, Oh I lef' us pass, strong Masta, Oh! lef' us pass, rich Masta- 'T am near de break ob day I We's on de road to Zion, We's on de paf' to Zion, But wid his red-hot iron He bars de hebbenly gate 258 SEA A1VD SHORE. Oh! lef ' us pass, ole Masta, Oh I lef' us pass, kin' Masta, Oh I lef ' us pass, sweet Masta, For we is mighty late I Does you hear de rain a-fallin' Does you hear de prophets callin' 2 Does you hear de cherubs squallin' Wat's settin' on de gate Oh! lef I us pass, ole Masts, Oh I step dis side, kin' Masta, Unbar de do', dear Masts, We dar' no longer wait! Does you hear de win' a blowin' Does you hear de chickens crowin , Does you see de niggars hoein' It am de break ob day I Oh! lef' us by, good Masta, Oh ! stan' aside, ole Masta, Oh ! light your lamp, sweet Sabiour, For we done los' our way! We'll gib you all our money, We'll fotch you yams and honey, We'll fill your pipe wid 'baccer, An' twiss your tail wid hay! We'll shod your hoofs wid copper, We'll knob your horns wid silber, We'll cook you rice and gopher, Ef you will clar de way I He's gwine away, my bredderin, He's stepped aside, my sisterin, He's dared de track, my chillun, Now make de trumpets bray! We tanks you kindly, Masta, We gibs you tanks, ole Masta, You is a buckra Hasta, Whateber white folks say I 25.9 CIIAPTER XII. DURUNG these last days of my captivity, Mrs. Clayton was truly a piteous sight to see-swathed in flannel and helpless as an infant, set still perversely vigilant as she had been in her hours of health, and determined on the subject of opiates as before. I sometimes think she feared to place herself wholly in my hands, as she must have been under the influence of a powerful anodyne, and that, in spite of her professions of confidence, and even affec- tion, she feared me as her foe. God knows tbat, had it been to save my own life, I would not have harmed one hair of her viperish head, as flat on top as if the stone of the Indian had been bound upon its crown from baby- hood, yet full of brains to bursting around the base of the skull. It was necessary for Dinah to be in constant attend- ance on my Argus, and even to feed her, so helpless were her hands, with the mucilages which now formed her principal diet, by the order of some celebrated physician who wrote his prescriptions without seeing his patient, after the form of the ancients, sending them daily through the hands of Mrs. Raymond. Still those vigilant green eyes never faltered in their task, and lying where -with the door opened between our chambers (as she tyrannically required it to be most of the time) slhe could command a view of alhost every act of mny life-I f und (2f ) SEA AND SHORE. her scrutiny more unendurable than when she had at least feigned to be absorbed with her stocking-basket. Ernie's noise, too, disturbed her, and I was obliged to keep him constantly amused, for fear that her wrath might culminate in eternal banishment. The days slid on--Novetuber had passed through that exquisite phase of existence (which almost redeems it from the reproach cast upon it through all time, of being par excellence the gloomy month of the year), the sweet and balmy iifluences of which had reached us, even through the walls of our prison-house, in the shape of smoky sunshine, and balmy, odorous, and lingering blos- soms, and was now asserting its traditional character with much angry bluster of sleet, and storm, and catting wind. It was Herod lamenting his Mariamne slain by his own. hand, and making others suffer the consequences of his regretted cruelty, his remorseful anguish. It was the fierce Viking making wild wail over his dead Oriana. No more to come until another year had done its work of resurrection and decay, the lovely Indian Summer slumbered under her mound of withered flowers and heaps of gorgeous leaves, unheeding all, or unconscious of the grief of her stern bridegroom. Cold and bitter and bleak howled the Novem`)er blast, and ruthlessly drove the sleet against the shivering panes, exposed without, though shielded within by Venetian folding shutters, on that gray morning, mhen a passing whisper from most unlovely and altogether unfaithful lips nerved me paradoxically to sudden resolution. False as I knew old Dinah to be-almost on principle -still, I could not disregard the possible truth of her passing warning, given in broken whisper first as she poured out my tea and afterward prepared iny bath. '2a1 SEA AND SHORE. " Honey, don't you touch no tea nor coffee dis even- ing after Dinah goes out ob here an' de bolt am fetched home; jus' make 'tence to drene it down, like, but don't swaller one mortal drop, for dey is gwine to give you a dose of laudamy "-nodding sagaciously and peering into the teapot as she interpolated aloud; " sure enough, it is full ob grounds, honey! (1 heerd 'um say dat wid my own two blessed yers), for de purpose of movin' you soun' asleep up to dat bell-tower (belfry, bleves dey call it sometimes)-he! he I he I next door, in dat big house, war de res' on 'em libs, de little angel gal too. You see, honey, der was an ossifer to sarve a process writ about somebody here dis mornin', but dar was something wrong about it, so dey all said, an' he is comin' to sarch de house for you, I spec', to-morrow; for de hue an' cry is out somehow-or mebbe it's me-he I he ! he I (very faintly) an' dey is gwine to move you, so dey says, to keep all dark, after you gets soun' asleep. But de ossifer is 'bleeged to wait till mornin' (court-time, as I heerd 'em say) comes roun' agin to git de haby-corpy fixed up right, an' dat's how he spounded hisself. Wat does dat mean, honey " "I can scarcely make you understand now, Dinah" (aside). " Don't ask me-just go on, low, very low; how did you hear all this " (Alond) " More cream, Dinah." " Wid my ear to de key-hole, in de study, war dey axed de ossifer. My 'spicions was roused by de words he 'dressed to me wen I opened de front do', for., you see, dat ole nigger watch-dog ob dern, dat has nebber a good word for nobody, was gone to market, an' Madame Ray- mond she hel' de watch, an' she sont me from de kitchen to mine de front-do' bell. " ' Old dame,' says the ossifer (for so dey calls him), 262 SEA AND SHORE. as pleasant as a mornin' in May, ' has you a young gal locked up here as you knows oL Now tell what you choose, and don't be afraid of dese folks. Dis is a free country for bofe black and white.' " Den I answered him straightforward like de trutie: 'Dar's nobody in de house heah but wat you kin see for axin' for 'em, as far as I knows on. Wat young gal do you 'lude to, masta -Bridget Maloney, I spose, dat Irish heifer wat does de chambers ebery mornin' and goes home ob ebenin's. Et you means her, she's off to church to-day, an' sleeps at her mammy's house.' " ' Does you feel willin' to swar to de trufe of your insertion, ole dame' he disclaims. ' I shall resist on dat '-fierce as a buck-rabbit, holdin' up his right hand, an' blinkin' his little 'cute eyes. " Sartin an' sure I does when de right time is come,' I sez. ' Jes' take me to de court-hous' ef you doubt Dinah's word compunctionable. I neber hab bin in dat place yit since I was sold in Georgy on de block befo' de high, wooden steps; but I knows it id more solemn to lie dar dan in Methody meetin'-house.' " Den Mr. Bainrofe he cumn out, hearin' de talk, in dat long-tailed, satin-flowered gownd ob his'n, wid a silk rope tied roun' his waist, an' gole tossels haig-in' in front, jes' like a Catholic Roman or a king, an' he sez, ' Walk in here, my fren, an' don't tamper wid my servants-dat ain't gentlem'ly;' den he puts his han' on de ossifer's shoulder, an' dev walked in together, an' I listened at de do', in duty boun', an' I heerd him say, ' Plant a guard if you choose-do wateber you like-but, till dat writ am rectified, you can't sarch through my house, for a man's house is his castle here, as in de Great Britain, till de law reaches out a long arm an' a strong arm.' Dat was wat 263 SEA AND SITORE. Mr. Bainrofe spounded to de ossifer, an' he 'peared 'fused. like an' flustertied, for I peeped fru de key-hole at 'em wen dey wuls talkin'. 'An,' sez lie, 'dis heah paper does want de secon' seal, sure enough, since I 'xamine it, vat you is so 'tickiler 'bout; but dat can easily be recon- Etructified, an' I'll be sartin sure to be here airly to-mor- row morning. In de mean while, my man, McDerinot, shall keep de house in his eye, an' inns' hab de liberty of lodginent.' " Den Mr. B-tinrofe he say, ' Oh, sartinly-yotir man, McDermot, am welcome to his bite an' sup, an' all lie kin fine out '-an' he laugned, an' dey parted, mighty pleas- ant-like, and den lie called Mrs. Ray nun' and Mass' Gregory, an' I listened again. Dat's our colored way for reformation, child. An' I heerd 'em-" "Dinah ! Dinah ! what are you muttering about- don't you hear Mrs. Raymond knocking Miss Monfort must be tired out of your nonsense. What keeps you there so long " "I'se spounding another speritual to Miss Miramy, an', wen I gits 'gaged in dat way, I disregards airthly knockin'. I'se listenin' to de angels hammerin' over- head, an' Mrs. Raymun' will hab to wait a spell-he! lie! he!" " Oh, go at once, Dinah, and opemi the door for Mrs. Raymond. I can write your song down just as well an- otlher time," I remonstrated, taking up and laying down my note-book as I spoke, so as to display my ostensible occupation to the peering eves of Mrs. Clayton (now sitting bolt upright in her bed, looking like a Chinese bonze), for the purpose of sweeping in my position defin itivelv. " That will do, Dinah. Now go and get Miss Mon- 264 SEA AND SHORE. 2'.5 fort's bath ready," I heard my dragoness say, after a short whispered communication from her early visitor. It was the idea, probably, to remove me, as well as Di- nah, while the plot was being unfolded, and my bath- room, with its closed door, promised security from quick ears and eyes to the brace of conspirators now plotting their final blow. Once in that belfry, and truly might the sense of Dante's famous inscription become my motto for life: "Here hope is left behind." I covered my eyes as I recalled that dreary, dreadful prison-house of clock and bell, into which I had clambered once by means of a movable step-ladder, rarely left there by the attendant, in order to rescue my famished cat, shut up there by accident. I recollected the maddened look of the creature, as it flew by ine like a flash, fright- ened out of its wits, Mrs. Austin had said, by the clicking of the machinery of the huge clock, and the chiming of the responsive bell. Both were silent now, and there was room enough for a prisoner's cot in that lonely and dis- mantled turret as there once had been for a telescope and its rest, used for astronomical purposes at long intervals by my father and a few of his scientific friends, but finally dismantled and put aside forever. I could imagine myself a denizen, at the will of Bain- rothe, of that weird, gray belfry, shut up with that silent clock, in company with a bed, a chair, and tal)le, de- nied, perchance, even the comfort of a stove, for fear the flue miglht utter smoke, and, with it, that kind of revela- tion, said proverbially to accompany such manifestations; denied books, even writing-materials, the sight of a hiu- man face, and furnished with food merely suffieing in quantity and quality to keep soul and body together! 32 SEA ANVD SHORE. Could I resist this state of things Could I sustain it and retain my reason No, I felt that the picture my fancy drew, if realized, would make me abject and sub- missive, change me to a cowardly, cringing slave. I was not made of the right stuff for martyrdom, only for battle, tor resistance, and would put forth my last powers in the effort to save myself from the unendurable trials before me, even if destruction were the consequence. A pistol- ball in my brain would be preferable to what I saw await- ing me, should Bainrothe succeed in his stratagem, as I doubted not he would do, if determined on it. I should know freedom in its true sense never again, if that night were suffered to pass without its redemption, if that belfry once were entered. As carelessly as I could I followed Dinah to the bath- room, ostensibly to direct the temperature of the water, but really to draw out from her all that war possible while the mood of communication possessed her, on the subject so vital to me and my welfare. Life and death almost were involved in her revelations, and I hastened to wind in the clew while it lingered in my hand; for I knew that she was an eccentric as wvell as a selfish creat- ure, and might suddenly see fit to withdraw or snap its thread. "Now, tell me about McDermot, Dinah, what sort of a look has he Is he large or small, light or dark, and does he smoke a pipe " " He is a great big man, honey, wid red har an' sort ob chaney-blue eyes; mos while,.sometimes he rolls em up in his head, an' he smells mighty strong of whisky. I tells you all; his bref mos knocked me down, but I didn't see no pipe" A discouraging account, truly; yet I persevered. It 266 SEA AND SHORE. seemed my only hope to enlist this man on my side, either through his sympathies or sense of duty. I had no power to command his services on the side of his avarice. The ring on my finger, the pledge of Wentworth's troth, a massive circlet of chased gold, was all that remained to me in the shape of valuables. I did not possess a stiver in that prison, nor own even the clothes on my back. "Could you not take him a message from me, Dinah It is his duty, you know, to assist me; it is on ny ac- count, doubtless, he is placed here; and hereafter I can reward him liberally, and you too. Just now, ycu know, I am penniless." The woman stopped and looked at me, her small black irises mere points, set in extensive, muddy-looking whites, not unfrequently suffused and bloodshot. "I dun told the ossifer dar wus no one here you knows, answerin' to your perscription." " But that was only a measure of safety for yourself; you surely do not mean to take sides with my persecutors" " I has nuffin at all to do wid it, at all," hunching her back; "I has gib you far warnin' 'bout de laudamy an' der retentions, an' you mus' fight it out yourself, chile ! I is afraid to go one step furder; but de debble sort o' tempted me dis mornin' to make a clean breast of der doins. Ef you mentions it, do; I is retermined to reny ebbery word of your ramification, and in dis here country a nigger's word, dey tells me, goes jus' as fur as a pore white gal's, if not furder; 'sides dat, I is gwine to swar favorable for mv 'ployers, in course, at de court-house- unless "-hesitating and leering in my face-" you sees, honev, dey have not paid me yit-and mebbe dey won't, ef I displeases 'em, an' your gole watch is gone; an' den, Dinah would be lef' on de shelf:" 267 SEA AND SHORE. "But I have other property, Dinah, other jewels, even. That watch was very little compared to what I possess outside of these prison-walls, and these posses- sions-" " Whar is dey, honey ' a bird in dis han' amn worf two dozen in a bush,' as my ole masta used to say, wen de traders cum up to buy his corn an' cotton, an' I always sawed de dollars come down mighty quick after dat say inl of his'n; for I used to watch round the dinin'-room pretty constant an' close in dem days, totin' in poplar-chips an' corn-cobs for kin'lin' an' litin' masta's long clay pipes- none ob de common sort, I tells you-an' brushin' up de harf an' keepin' off de flies, and so forf. You see I was a little shaver in dem days, an' masta liked my Congo straction, an' petted me a heap, an' I never seed the cot- ton-field till my ole masta died; den dey put me out ob de house, because Mass Jack Dillard's father-dat was my ole mistis's own step-brother's secon' son-he 'cused me ob stealin' his gole pencil-case wrongfully-like I had any use fur his writin' 'tensils! " (indignantly). "Dinah," I adjured, cutting short the stream of her narrative, " for God's sake, see Mr. McDermot, and tell him of my situation ! He shall have a thousand dollars to-morrow, and you also shall have money enough to buy your whole family, and bring them hither, if you will but assist me to escape thid night. Don't stand and look at me, woman, hut act at once, if you have a human heart. You must help me now, or never." " You mus' tink I's one ob de born fools, Miss Mirimy, to bl'eve all dat stuff! Doesn't I know you loss all your trunks on de 'Scusco, an' wasn't you a pore gal, teachin' white folks's chilluns fur a livin' before I has hearn all dat discounted since I come into dis 'stablishinent. We 268 SEA AND SHOBE. all knows as how teachers is de meanest kine of white trash gwine; still, I specs you might'ly. You has been ob de quality; any nigger can see dat wid half an eye open; an' you has got more sense in de end ob yo little finger, ef you is crazy, dan all de res tied up in a bunch ob fedders! Wat I does for you, chile, I does for lub ob yo purliteness " (hesitating here). " You hasn't anoder ob dem gole-pieces anywhar, like dat you gib me befo', has you I'se bery bad off fur 'baccer, I is, indeed, chile, an' de pay is mighty slow in dis house." "I have not a five-penny bit, Dinah, not one copper cent, if it were to save my life or yours." " Is dat ring of yours good guinea gole, honev " asked the mercenary creature, leering at it. " It looks mighty bright and pretty, it does dat! But mebbe its nuffin but pinchbeck, after all." "It looks what it is, Dinah "-and, after a moment's consideration, I drew it from my finger. " If I give you this, will you promise to deliver my message to McDer- mot faithfully " "Sartain sure, honey, but tell me again -cat it is; I forgits de small patticklers." " Get me my pencil and a scrap of paper, and let me write it down for him to read; or no, this might involve observation, detection. I must rely upon your memory, Dinah, which I have reason to know is good. Now, listen and understand me. I promise to Mr. McDermot one thousand dollars, to be paid down to-morrow morning, if he will help me to escape to-night. And I promise you liberty for -ill of your family, and security for yourself, if you will assist me, or even be silent, and let me go with- out a word, without informing. Do you understand this, Dinah If so, repeat it to me low, yet distinctly." 269 SEA AND SHORE. She obeyed me, evincing wonderful shrewdness in her way of putting the affair, as she said she meant to do, in a)proaching McDerrnot. " And do you believe rne, Dinah, now that I have promised so solemnly to pay these rewards " " Dats neider here nor dar, Miss Mirim, so dat Mc- Dermnot bleves you, dat's enough; wat dis chile bleves am her own business. Dem Irish am mighty stupid kiiie ob creeturs; dey swallows down mos' any thing you chooses to tell 'em." A voice without, uplifted at this juncture, as if it had long been expending itself in ineffectual appeals, now summoned Dinah, harshly and emphatically. The Lady Anastasia had departed, after a brief inter- view, and Mrs. Clayton, unable to leave her bed, felt nat- urally anxious to ascertain the cause of Dinah's prolonged ministry on her fellow-prisoner. I heard only the words, " De pattikalerest lady I ebber come acrost about de feel of water, an' I is done tired out, I is-" The rest was lost, as Dinah vanished from the apartment of the invalid. In the next moment, I beard the key turned, and the outlet bolt drawn, and the growl of the surly sable watch-dog without, who, in Mrs. Raymond's absence, officiated as our jailer and Cerberus. It was early evening when Dinah returned, for she brought to us but two meals at this season, the necessary food for Ernie being always ready in a closet. She came ushered in, as usual, by Mrs. Raymond, who bore with her on this occasion what she called savory broth, con- cocted, by her own fair hands, for the benefit of her suffer- ing parent. While Clayton was employed in supping this mutton abomination, with a loud noise peculiar to 270 SEA AND SHORE. the vulgar, and Mrs. Ravmond whispering inaudible words above the bowl, I was ostensibly employed in tearing a croquet to pieces with my fork, while I iuterro- gated Dinah, in a low, even voice, between each shred, unintelligible, I knew, in the next room, through its mo- notony, on the success of her mission, and caught her muttered rather than murmured replies eagerly in re- turn. "Did you speak with him, Dinah" "Dere was no use, honey; Bainrothe done bought him up. I peaked fru de key-hole, and seen de gole paid down wid my own two precious eyes. Dar's no mistake about dat," shaking her head dolefully. " All you has to do now, honey, is to keep wide awake, an' duly sober, as ole masta used to say, 'frain 'ligiously from de tea or coffee, one or de udder, dat she will offer you 'bout eight o'clock dis ebenin', or mebbe dey will send it up by me, I can't say yit. Howsomever, you needn't to drink dat stuff arter wat you knows; an' ef dey goes to take you force- fully off to de belfry in de night-time, you kin skreech ebbery step ob de way. Dat's de bes plan, chile, wat I kin project for your resistance; hut I'se afeard dar is no hopin' you, any way we can fix it." "Thank you, Dinah, you have done your best, no doubt; don't sell my ring, though; I shall want it back some day." " La, chile, I done 'sposed ob it aready, an' dey give me a poun of backer an' a gole-piece fur it. It was good gole an' no mistake. I tells you all," adding aloud, " an' now, Miss Mirim, I has tole you ebbery syllable. I disre- membered ob dat speritual ar. I is sorry you doesn't like dese crockets, fur de madame made un wid her own clean red hands." 271 SEA AND SHORE. " Say white hands, you old limb of Satan, or I shall be after you with a mop," cried the laughing voice of Mrs. Raymond from the side of the sick woman's bed. betraying at once how she had divided her attention. Then, advancing into my chamber, she added, as coolly as though she had been suggesting a visit to the theatre: " Excuse me, Miss Monfort, for intruding, but I am about to ask you whether it would be agreeable to you to be married to-night at ten o'clock This seems very sui- den, but circumstances have forced the arrangement on us all, and I assure you, from the bottom of my heart, it is for both of us the preferable alternative of evils, a poor Sir Harry Raymond would have said. Alas, my dear! shall I ever again have such a helpmate as he was: so kind, so generous, so considerate "- and she clasped and wrung her large, rosy hands. "A second marriage is often a great sacrifice, and, in any case, a hazard, as I feel, as the time draws near, very sensib)ly. But you seem confounded, and yet you must have been somewhat pre- pared for this condition of things after your last interview with Dr. Englehart " The amazement of Dinah at this change in the pro- gramme, if possible, exceeded my own. She did not un- derstand, as I did, that it was a measure prompted not only by humanity but self-interest, and that even the hard heart of Basil Bainrothe preferred a compromise to such violence and injustice as those he had otherwise meditated. Besides, what better or more sensible mode than this could there he, according to his views, of quashing the whole esclandre-quieting official inquiry as well as pub- lic indignation As the wife of Gregory, I should be, of course, a format for life, walking abroad with the con. cealed brand and manacle, afraid and ashamed to eomn 2,72 SEA AND SHORE. plain and acknowledge my condition, and willing to con- done every thing. I saw, at a glance, that my true policy was to feign a reluctant consent to this proposition, and to determine later what recourse to take, as if indeed any remained to me in that den of serpents. I would consider, as soon as Mrs. Raymond was gone, what measures to pursue in or- der to elude the vigilance of McDermot, the detective; and then, if all proved vain, I could but perish! For I would have walked cheerfully over the burning plough- shares of old, lived again through the hideous nightmare of the burning ship and raft, nay, clasped hands with the spectre of La Vigne himself, had it offered to lead me to purgatory, rather than have married the knave, the liar, the half-breed Gregory ! My resolution was soon made. " You will send me a suitable dress, I suppose," I said, calmly, " you know I am a pauper here." "Yes, fortunately I have two almost alike. Which shall it be, a chally or barege " " It matters little, the color is all I care for. Let it be white; I have a superstition about being married in colors." " So should I have, were this the first time, but, being a widow, I shall wear a lavender-satin, trimmed with blond, made up for a very different occasion." " Yes, that will be quite suitable. Well, the long agony is over at last, and I am glad of it," and I drew a deep, free breath. " You will have to sign the papers before you come down-stairs. Mr. Bainrothe told me to say this to you, and to ask you to have them ready; they will be witnessed below with the marriage, and at nine, precisely, expect me to appear with your gown, and make your toilet." 33 273 SEA AND SHORE. "Will not Bridget Maloney do as well I" I asked, desperately. She, at least, I thought, may be compas- sionate. " It is strange you should know of her at all, or she of you. It is that girl, then, who has given us all this trouble," going to the bed, "when I did not suppose she knew of her existence. Explain this, Clayton, if you can." " I suppose Ernie, who is fond of her, has mentioned her name to Miss Monfort; she thinks his mother is sick up-stairs, but knows no more, I am certain; besides, it's Dr. Englehart's establishment-such things are to be ex- pected, and surprise no one of the attendants. Bridget is kept busy among them all." The farce was to be kept up, it seemed, to the end. Old Dinah was evidently quaking in her shoes, and began to see her error, as she glanced reproachfully at me, but no further revelation seemed to be expected. It was, indeed, to divert, partly, immediate suspicion from one I still hoped to make my too], that I mentioned the Irish girl at all, or craved her presence, but I soon found how futile in one instance was this trust. No sooner had Mrs. Raymond turned to depart, than Dinah followed her, protesting against being locked up the whole evening with the invalid, and begging leave to go out for an hour or two on business of her own, which she declared im- portant. "But Miss Monfort may need you in making her preparations," remonstrated Mrs. Raymond, " and Clayton and Ernie will want your attention; besides, fires will go down if not constantly mended, this cold evening." " Dar's plenty of coal in de box, an' de tongs, wid claws, wat Ernie is so fond of handlin', ready and waitin' for dem wat's strong enough to use dem if dey choose, an' 274 SEA AND SHORE. tea in de caddy, an' de kittle on de trivet, jes filled up, de brass toastin'-fork on de peg in de closet, 'sides bread an' butter, an' jam, an' new milk on de shelf, an' I is 'bliged to go anyway, case my ticklerest friend am dyin' ob de numony -1 is jes got word; but at nine o'clock" (and she looked maliciously at me) " percisely Dinah '11 be in dis pickin' patch-he! he! he! can't possumbly cum. no airlier." In a flash I saw the advantage her prolonged absence would give me, unless, indeed, she lad become my confed- erate, so I beheld her depart with a feeling of relief which reacted in the next moment to positive helplessness and terror as the bolt was drawn behind her. What could I do What was there to be done For a time I sat mute and crushed by consideration; then casting myself on my bed I slept for half an hour, the kind of slumber that con- fusion generates, and yet I woke refreshed, calmed, comforted, and with a clearly-formed resolution and plan of action. I rose and approached Mrs. Clayton, whose groans, perhaps, aroused me, and, as I stood beside her bed, the clock in the dining room-below struck six. I had still three hours for hope-for endeavor, before the circle of flame should close hopelessly around me forever! Three hours-were they not enough Could I not com- pel them to concentration A cup of strong tea was hastily drawn and swallowed -another made for, and administered by mv hand to, Mrs. Clayton, with toast ad libitumn-a tedious process- and afterward Ernie's supper prepared and eaten-all in less than half an hour. By seven he was in bed and asleep, and I had taken my seat by Mrs. Clayton, for the purpose, apparently, of merciful ministry to her condition -a piece of selfabnegation, as it seemed, and as she 275 SE.t A ANI) ASIORE. felt it, scarcely to be expected on my blissful marriage night. " I feel very sorry for you; you suffer so, Mrs. Clay. ton," I had said, as I drew a chair beside her bed. " And I for you, Miss Monfort; our fate seems equally bard, but we nmust bear it;" and she groaned heavily and closed her eyes, evidently in great pain. " I have come to that conclusion, also, after a bitter struggle; physical pain is not so easily borne, however; the body has little philosophy." " I thought all this was over," she rejoined, abstract- edlv, " when my hands were drawn as you see them by neuralgia ten years since. But I did not suffer as much then, I believe, as I do now; besides, I was younger, hap- pier, better able to bear pain." " Yes, that is true; the old should be at rest," at least my sense of justice whispered this; then, after a pause: "Does my rubbing ease your shoulder, Mrs. Clay- ton " "Somewhat-it is iny head to-night, however, that troubles me chiefly. Be good enough to press my tein- ples. Ah, that is great relief! You are very kind, Miss Monfort; yet, in reviewing the past, I hope you will not find that I have been wanting to you in my turn. I trust we shall part in peace and meet hereafter as friends. But you do not answer me." "Pardon me, I was thinking. This is a crisis, you know-this night decides my fate for good or ill, all rests with merciful God ! " " Yes, all-of ourselves we are helpless, of course. It is a comfort to me, I confess, as I lie here, to feel that I have never willingly injured a fellow-being; to think that I-but, bless my soul, Miss Monfort, you must not hold me 276 SEA AND SHORE. down in that way! you would not, I trust. But even if you did-no key this time, the door is fast without! " " Oh, not for worlds ! be still, the pain will pass. I have the gift, you know, of soothing physical suffering. There, rest, you must not stir; give yourself up to me, if you can-slumber will come." "It must not come-see, we are all alone!" Her glazing eye-her slower breathing began already to attest the influence of the electric fluid, so potent in my veins, so wanting in her own, both from temperament and disease, yet she resisted bravely and long, and, even when her limbs were powerless, her spirit rebelled against me in murmured words of defiant opposition; but this, too, yielded finally to silence and to stupor; and she slept the deep, calm, unmistakable slumber caused by magnetism. Then, again, I went through the experiment of the preceding night, and strove to awaken her. " Get up," I said, and yet without willing that she should do so. " Mrs. Raymond is here to show you her marriage-dress, and Mr. Bainrothe calls." "Tell them to let me sleep; don't-don't-disturb me. I am so happy-so peaceful. It is sweet, too, to think that she will be married at last. Poor thing! it was no fault of hers, though-no fault. A young actress is exposed to so many temptations, and it was better so- Harry Raymond's mistress." That secret would never have escaped her devoted lips had she been able to retain it. As carefully as the eyes of the dead are closed, I drew down her gaping lids, and turned away. As I did so, the clock struck eight. Fatima never listened more anxious- ly to the toll of parting time than I did that night; but, 2,77 SEA AND SHORE. alas for me! no sister Anne kept watch on the tower; no brother hastened to arrest the sword. I was deserted by all save God and desperation. One hour comprised my fate! Very quietly I closed the door between Mrs. Clayton's room and my own. The bolt was on the other side, so I could not secure my privacy, even for a mo- ment, should she chance to wake, or should Mrs. Ray- mond or Dinah return unexpectedly. As rapidly as I could, I altered my dress-this time above my clothes- threw on the black silk frock and mantilla prepared for me on shipboard, tied a dark veil over my head, an old woolen scarf about my throat, provided for Ernie's sore- throat and croup, and stood equipped for my enterprise. Neither bonnet, nor gloves, nor boots, did I possess- Mrs. Raymond's loan having long since been condoned on behalf of some one else, and my clothing, in my cap- tivity, had been contrived to suit my circumstances. Wheeling the bedstead very gently on its noiseless castors a few inches from the wall, I insinuated myself between them, and, sheltered by the head-board, loosened again the slightly-adhering covering of paper that con- cealed the door, and fitted into the key-hole the well-oiled wooden key, which once before had proved its efficiency. It did not fail me now, in my hour of extremity, for a moment later I had turned and removed it from its socket, stepped forth upon the landing, and relocked without the door of my prison; but, perhaps, with too much of ner- vous haste, too little caution, for, to my inexpressible con- fusion, the handle of the instrument of my emancipation remained in my hand, broken off at the lock, and useless forever more. In delaying probable pursuit from within, I had cut off all possibility of my own retreat in case of failure. '278 SEA AXND SHORE. My bridges were literally burned behind me, and I had no alternative left between flight and detection. And yet there was something in the situation that, inconsist- ently enough, made me smile, albeit with a trembling heart. I shook my head drearily, as a couplet from Collins's "Camel-Driver," with its strange appropriateness, irre- sistibly crossed my brain. Why is it that, in times like these, such conceits beset us, such comparisons arise Does the quality called pres- ence of mind find root in the same source that impels us to apt quotation - "What if the lion in his rage I meet Oft in the dust I see his printed feet." I gained fresh heart from that trivial diversion of thought, and stood quietly contemplating alternately the hall below and that above (both of which were visible from my place on the intermediate platform; all was still in both of these wide corridors), to make sure of the safety of my enterprise; and now, once more my foot was on the brink of those mysterious stairs which led, I felt, to doom or to liberty. I commenced, very cautiously, to descend them. The study-door at their foot was closed, and all seemed silent within. The murmur of voices, and the remote rattling of china proceeding from the ell behind the hall, encouraged me to believe that on this bitter night the family was concentrated, for greater comfort, in the supper-room. With my band on the baluster, pausing at every step, I crept quietly down the stairway; then, as if my feet were suddenly winged with terror, I darted by the study- door, flew lightly over the carpeted hall, and found my- 279 SEA AND SHORE. self, in another moment, secure within the small enclosed vestibule into which the door of entrance gave. My worst misgivings had never compassed the terrific truth. At this early hour of the evening, not only was the front door locked, but the key had been withdrawn. This was despair. My knees gave way beneath me, and I sank like a flaccid heap in the corner, against one of the leaves of the small folding-door that divided the arched vestibule from the long entry, and which was secured to the floor by a bolt, while the other one was thrown back. Crouched in the shadow, powerless to move or think, I heard, with inexpressible terror, the door of the study open, and the voice and step of Bainrothe in the hall, approach- ing me. Had he heard me Would he come Was I be- trayed I felt my Lair rise on my head as these questions rang like a tocsin through my brain, and I think, at that moment, I had a foretaste of the chief agony of death. They were answered by Bainrothe himself, as he paused midway between the study-door and my place of refuge; and again I breathed-I lived. "I was mistaken, 'Stasia, it is not he! the wind, probably; and that marble looks so cold--so uninviting- I shall not explore it. He has a key, you know, and can come when he likes; for my part, I shall go in to supper while the oysters are hot. Do as you like, though." "H ad we not better wait . You know he is sure to come to-night, bad as the weather is, on account of that affair. It was late when Wentworth notified himn." This was the rejoinder made from within the study, 280 SEA AND SHORE. in which I recognized the voice of Mrs. Raymond, clear and shrill. " Well, have it as you please. If you prefer courtesy to comfort, you shall be gratified; but what's the use of ceremony with Gregory He will be here in twenty min- utes, Mr. Bainrothe; but don't wait. I shall have time to sup with him before I go up-stairs, you know. I believe I will stay where I am until he comes, and finish taking in the poor thing's wedding-gown. Well, any thing is better than removal to the belfry "-and I thought I heard a sigh. " A matter of mere temporary necessity, you know, only she might have frozen in the interval," said Bain- rothe, jauntily, as he walked up the hall to the door of the dining-room, which I heard him open and let fall against its sill again. It closed with a spring, and in the next moment the study-door was also softly shut, and all was still. My resolution was promptly taken. The folding leaves of the inner door-that which divided the marble-paved vestibule from the carpeted entry-against one of which I had been leaning, I well knew worked to and fro on pulleys which obeyed the drawing of a cord and tassel hanging at one side, and thus they could readily be closed with a touch by any one standing in the vestibule as they opened out into the hall on which side was the latch and bolt. I recalled this quaint arrangement with a quickness born of emergency, as one that might serve me now, and speadily possessed myself of the tassel at the extremity of the controlling cord. Thus armed. and pray- ing inwardly for strength and courage, and wherewith to carry out my scheme successfully, I took my stand in one of the two niches (just large enough for the purpose) in 34 2.81 SEA AND SHORE. the door-frame, preferring, of course, that next to the lock, prepared to darken the vestibule at the first approach of the expected guest (I was afraid to do it before, lest attention might be called to it from within the house), and make my escape by rushing past him ere he could recover himself as he entered in the gloom. The hazard was extreme, the result uncertain, the effort almost foolhardy, it may be thought; but the storm and darkness were in my favor, and I was fleet of foot, as were not all of my pursuers, as far as I could foresee who these might be. Momently I grew cooler, more determined, more calm, more desperate, more regardless of consequences; and now the culmination of endeavor approached in the shape of the sound of stamping feet upon the icy platform of the steps which they had softly ascended, and the uncertain fitting of a dead-latch key in its dark socket, the feeling for the knob with half-frozen fingers, and finally the sud- den and violent throwing forward and open of the door into the darkened vestibule, for I bad drawn the cord at the first symptoms of Gregory's advent, which yet took me by surprise. I had closed the inner doors, it is true, but paralyzed with sudden terror I had taken no advan- tage of the darkness thus evoked, and, as the tall form of the expected and expectant bridegroom staggered in, literally blown forward by the tempest, with introverted umbrella, and wet and streaming garments (dimly dis- cerned in the gloom) that brushed against me as he passed, I continued to stand transfixed to stone in the niche I still occupied. The dream in which La Vigne had prophesied my fail- ure flashed over me like lightning, and my knees trembled beneath me, yet I still clung spasmodically to the cord I 28S2 SEA AND SHORE. held, and with such desperate force that, when Gregory pushed against the door, he believed it latched within, and so desisted from further effort. " Dark as Erebus," he muttered, "and on such a night! Confound such hospitality! I suppose I must go back and ring;" and in pursuance of this idea he again suddenly opened the front-door, which, swinging violently back as he turned his face within, once more afforded me the golden opportunity so lately lost. Quick as thought I dropped the cord I held, and in the sudden gust the leaves of the inner door, thus released, flew open and impelled my foe irresistibly forward. With his flapping coat and hat he drifted into the lighlted hall before the driving blast, and, roused to instantaneous action, I slid from the niche I filled to the icy platform without, and swift and silent as a spectre sped down the sleety steps to the out- ward darkness. I was free! A moment after, I heard the door slammed heavily after me, while I crouched by the gate-post for conceal- men t. Rising up, I mutely blessed the friendly portal that made me an outcast in the storm-swept streets from which the very dogs shrank terrified. One moment, one only, I paused as I passed by my father's gate-way, crowned with stone lions that glim- mered in the gloom. The force of association and of con- trast shook me with emotion-I could not enter there. My own roof afforded me no shelter from the biting blast; but squares away, with a comparative stranger, I nmust seek (if I ever gained it on that dreadful night) a refuge from the storms and sure protection from niy foes. I moved rapidly along toward the tall street-lamp that diffused a dim and murkv light from its frost crusted 283 SEA AND SHORE. lantern at the corner of the square, and before I reached it I encountered the first danger of my undertaking. Protected, fortunately, by the shadow of the high stone-wall near which I -walked rapidly, I met Dinah, so nearly face to face that the wbiff of the pipe she was smoking was warm upon my cheek. Wrapped in her old cloth shawl and quilted hood, she muttered as she went, and staggered too, I thought, though here the northeast wind, that swept her along before it, might have been at fault, while, blowing in my face, it retarded my progress. I passed her unchallenged, but, glancing back just as I turned the corner, I became aware that she was retracing her steps. I fled rapidly on until I reached the shelter of a friendly nook between two houses (well remembered of old), when, turning again to gaze, I saw her standing immovable as a statue beneath the lamp-post, evidently looking in the direction I had taken. There seemed no way of escape now save in persistent flight. My place of concealment might be too readily detected by a cautious observer, a savage on the war-trail. Should Dinah her- self pursue me, I knew my speed would distance her; but, that prompt pursuit of some kind was imminent, I knew from that moment. My aim was to reach the house of Dr. Pemberton, no intermediate one presenting itself as that of an acquaint- ance of whom I could ask shelter, and belief in the truth of my assertions. Of this house I remembered the position with tolerable accuracy. It formed one, I knew, of a long block of buildings extending from one street to another, and was near the centre. I had been there only on rare occasions, when his niece abode with him, for he dwelt ordinarily in widowed soli- 284 SEA AND SHORE. 285 tude, although our intimacy was that of relatives rather than of patient and physician. For this desired goal I strained every nerve, every muscle, every faculty, oxi that never-to-be-forgotten night of bitter, freezing cold, and driving sleet and blast, which seemed to proclaim itself, in every howling gust, "The wind Euroclydon I' CHAPTER XlII. AT first, excitement and terror winged my feet; but even these refused, after I had gone a few squares, to do their friendly office. Bareheaded, but for a filmy veil, soon thoroughly drenched through; barehanded and almost barefooted, for my thin silk slippers and stockings formed not, after my first few steps, the slightest impediment to wet or cold, I felt that I must perish by the wayside. The sleety storm drove sharply in my face, rendered doubly sensitive to its rigor by long absence from outward air. My insufficient clothing clung closely about me, freezing in every fold, and I glided rather than walked along the icy pavement, scarcely lifting my stiffened feet, or hav- ing power to do so. One stern hope-it almost seemed a forlorn one-now possessed me to the exclusion of all else; one prayer trembled on my quivering lips-that I might reach my destination, if only to tell my story and drop dead a mo- ment after. Yet I think, in spite of this resolve-this prayer- that, had a friendly door been opened on the way, an area even emitting light and warmth, I should have in- stinctively turned aside and, at any risk, pleaded for shelter, both from storm and foeman. (286) SEA AND SHORE. In those days that seem far back in the march of lux- ury, because of the vast impetus of human momentumn, stores were closed early, and the primitive family tea- table still existed which marked the assemblaoe of the household around the evening lamp and hearth. I remember the closed, inhospitable look of the houses past which I sped-the solid wooden shutters, then uni- versal, which closed from the wayfarer every evidence of internal life, and the cold sheen of the icy-white marble steps, made visible by dim lamp-light. I gained a street-corner not very far, as it seemed to me, from my place of destination. Yet, until I glanced across the way, I was uncertain, and, but for the friendly refuge this opportunity presented, I think I must have faltered and perhaps fallen and frozen to death on the road-side. To my bewildered and disordered brain, Aladdin's palace seemed suddenly to rise before me in that wilder- ness of sealed houses and uninhabited streets; for, as I have said before, the very dogs had crept away that night into secure corners, and not even a pariah cllinmney-sweep, with his dingy blanket drawn close around him, nodded and dozed bv a watch-box or slept on a door-step. I crept across the space that divided me from this cynosure of warmth and luxury, as a poor, draggled moth might do, to bask in the revivifying light of an astral lamp, attracted beyond my power to resist, to pause be- fore the resplendent window, rich in green and purple and amber rotund vases, whose transparent contents were set forth and revealed by fiery jets of gas, toward which I feebly stretched my half-frozen fingers. There was a splendid vision, also, of goldfish, in glass globes, jars-of leaden rock-work, baskets of waxen fruits 2EA AND RHORE. and flowers, crystal bottles containing rose and amber essences; but, above all, there was light-there was heat. With one greedy, insatiate gaze my eyes swept in the details of this mimic Eden, and, in another moment, y hand turned the knob of the ground-glass door near the window, and I found myself in paradise! Rest, shelter, heat-these must I have or perish, and, but for the timely refuge of this thrice-blessed apothe- cary's shop, I might have left this retrospect unwritten I I staggered to a chair, and seated myself, unbidden, by the almost red-hot stove, and cowered above it for a time, oblivious of all else. Then I looked timidly around me. The master of this Eden was standing, at the moment when he first caught my eyes, holding up a bottle, scru- tinizingly, between his face and the light, one of many of the same sort that a lad, in a long, white apron, was engaged in washing. The odor of the various drugs and essences over which he presided formed an aromatic atmosphere singularly suggestive of incense, as did his costume, that of a high- priest of the temple; but, very soon discarding a gray- linen cape or talma, worn for the protection of his speck- less coat, and tossing a bundle of corks rather disdain- fully to his assistant, the head of the establishment came politely forward, standing on the other side of the stove, with clasped hands, expectantly. "You will tell me your errand here when you are quite ready," he said, kindly. " Do rest and warm your- self first. The stove has a narcotic tendency when one has just come out of cold like this ! The thermometer has fallen twenty degrees since noonday; but that is only 288 SEA AND SHORE. half the trouble. Hem! This sleet and wind are be- yond any former experience of mine at this season." I heard the words of the speaker as if bound in a dreadful dream, but they were clearly understood, and now I made an effort at utterance, but failed, until after repeated endeavors, to enunciate one word. Yet I noted distinctly, and even with a nice discrimination of scru- tiny, the red-haired and briglht-eyed man, portly and somewhat pompous-looking, with his plump hands folded over his vest, who stood before me, looking pityingly down on my suffering face. After a time I gathered up my forces sufficiently to inquire, being quite thawed and comforted by the reviving heat of the apartment, how far it might be to the house of Dr. Pemberton, who resided in the block of houses known as Kendiiek's Row, on Maple Street. "It is nearly a square and a half, mniss, by street measurement just now, as, on account of changed, this is impassable," was the prompt reply. " Scarcely half a square by the alley that runs from my back-door, after a short turn, straight through to Maple Street ; and, if it is only question of a message, I can send Caleb, so that you may await the coining of the doctor in conmfort, in this emporium. He always uses his gig for night-visits, and will, no doubt, be happy to carry you home in his wolf- skin." " Thanks-there is no question of a medical visit. I have very important business with him. I mnuist see him, in his own house. I will go without further delay. But, perhaps "-lingering a moment-" you would be so good as to stiffer Mr. Caleb to show me the short way you spoke of I shall not mind going through the alley at all." 35 289 SEA AND SHORE. I rose prepared to depart, and glanced beseechingly at Caleb, who laid down his bottle uncorked, and folded his arms with an approving knightly bow, unperceived by his employer. " We have just had a similar inquiry as to Dr. Pem- berton's locality; I mean," said the master of the empo- rium, without replying to my request, " on the part of a very distinguished-looking personage-I might say, well got up in the fur and overcoat line-and, had you come in a few moments earlier, you might have had his escort; or perhaps you are on his track now-probably one of his party " hesitatingly. " No! Well, it is a strange coincidence, to say the least-very strange-as the doc- tor is so well known hereabouts. As to going out in the storm again, I have my misgivings, miss, for you, when I look at the flimsiness of your attire and its drenched con- dition. I can't see, indeed, how a delicate-looking lady like yourself ever held her own against this terrific wind. Eolus seems to have lost his bags ! But, perhaps you had an escort to the corner " " No-no-no-I came quite alone! Oh, for pity's sake, put me on my way and let me go ! My business is most urgent! " I hesitated-my heart sank. Had Bain- rothe been before me to spirit the doctor away by some feigned message of need, of distress, to which no inclem- ency of weather could close that benevolent medical ear And did he lie in wait for me on the way " "Perhaps I had, after all, better go alone," I con- tinued; " it might be too great an inconvenience "-and I moved toward the ground-glass door. " Not if you will accept my services, miss," said Caleb, timidly, pushing away the remaining corks as he spoke, and glancing furtively at his master. 290 SEA AND SHORE. "H How often must I remind you, Caleb Fink," said the owner of the emporium, " that your sphere is circum- scribed to your duties Attend to those phials, and drain them well before you bottle the citrate of magnesia. The last was spoiled by your unpardonable carelessness. I have not forgotten this ! " And again, with a deprecatory look at me, Caleb Fink subsided into a nonentity. " Truly has the great and wise Dr. Perkins remarked that ' the women of America are suicidal front the cradle to the grave!' I will give vou one of his pamphlets, miss, to take away with you, and you will be convinced that slippers are serpents in disguise in winter weather ! The wooden shoes of Germany rather! Ay, or even the 8abot of France ! You must not stir another step in those. Be seated, pray, and I will not detain you long, while I procure a substitute or protection for such shams, worth nothing in such Siberian weather.-Caleb, a word with you;" and he whispered to his apprentice, who glided away, to return in a trice with a pair of India-rub- ber overshoes, into which benign boats he proceeded to thrust my unresisting feet, as I stood leaning on the counter; after which a muffler was tied about my ears, and a heavy honey-comb shawl thrown over my shoulders by the same expeditious hands. " Could you be always as spry, Caleb! Your gloves now-I shall need my own "-and a pair of stalwart knitted mits were forthwith drawn over my passive hands, in which my fingers nestled undivided and warm. " Now you look something like going for the doctor! My overcoat, Caleb-gloves-fur-cape-cane! All hang- ing near the bed. There, we are ready now for old Bo- realis himself, if he chooses to blow! But I forget-God 291 SEA AND SHORE. bless me, you are as pale as the ghost of Pompey, at Phi- lippi !-Caleb, the Perkins elixir-a glass !I-Now, young lady, just take it down at a gulp. It is the only alco- holic preparation that Napoleon Bonaparte Burress ever suffered to pass his temperate lips. Father Matthew does not object to it at all, I am told, on emergencies. It may be had at this repository very low, either by the gross or dozen " speaking the last words mechanically, and he tendered me a small glass of some nauseous, bitter- sweet, and potent beverage, that coursed through my veins like liquid fire. " Thank you; it is very comforting," I gasped, and, setting the glass down on the counter, I covered my face with my hands and burst into tears. The whole forlornness of my outcast and eleemosynary condition rushed over me simultaneously with the flood of warmth caused by the Perkins elixir, which nerved me the next moment for the encounter with the elements. I saw the kindly master of the emporium turn away, either to conceal his own emotion or his observation of mine, and Caleb stood trembling and crying like a girl before me. I had shrunk, it may be remembered, from the de- scription Sabra gave me of McDermot, when I heard of his red hair and " chaney-blue eyes;" but to this red- haired, hazel-eyed man I yearned instinctively, for there are moral differences discernible in the temperament greater than any other, and, when a red-haired man is tender-hearted, he usually usurps the womanly preroga- tive, and gushes. But Caleb's sympathy touched me even more. " We will go now, if you please," I said, recovering myself by a strong effort, and Napoleon B. Barress mute- 292 SEA AND SHORE. ly tendered me his stout, overcoated arm. " The short way you mentioned-let us go that way, if not disagree- able to you," I pleaded. " Oh, no ; it will be an absolute saving of time to me; but, I warn you, the alley is narrow and dark I" " Never mind; I prefer the short cut, be it what it may. Time is every thing to me." We passed through the shop, threaded a narrow en- try, opened a back-door, which gave upon a strip of paved yard, leading in turn to a back-gate, through which we emerged into a dark and dirty-looking alley. But first the work of unlocking a padlock, which con- fined a chain, had to be effected, and, while Mr. N. B. Burress was thus unfastening his back-gate preparatory to egress, I stood gazing back, Enrydice-like, in the place I had left, for the doors of the long entry stood open, revealing the shop beyond and its illuminated window. Standing thus, I saw, as through a vista anrd in a per- fect ecstasy of terror, the ground-glass shop-door open, and two well-known forms in succession block its portals -those of Gregory and Bainrothe! Would Caleb send them on our track, or woald the better part of valor come to his aid and save me from their clutches A thought occurred to me. " Mr. Burress," 1 said (I had retained his name with its remarkable prefix), " will you not lock the gate outside I can wait patiently until you secure your premises-and-and bring away the key." " I had meant to leave it here until my return, but yoa are right," speaking indulgently. "I suppose burglars are abroad on nights like this," and he quietlv relocked the alley-gate. " You are very considerate," he said, 293 SEA AND SHORE. dryly, after we had gone a few yards in profound silence, "but had I not better return for a lantern I " "Oh, not for worlds! Faster-faster, Mr. Burress, and Heaven will reward you ! Never mind the stones- the snow-the mud-so that we get there first I Yes, I see where the lane turns; I see very well in the dark- never fear-only do not delay-I am so glad you locked the alley-gate. They cannot come that way." " Of whom are you afraid, poor young lady Nobody would harm you, I am sure; such a gentle, tender thing as you seem to be! " " Oh, yes! Fiends are on my track I Don't let them get possession of me again, Mr. Burress. I am pursued- yes-faster-faster ! " " But what has startled you, poor thing, since we left the Repository You seemed quite calm after the Per- kins elixir-and those tears. A I I understand!" and he coughed several times significantly. " The doctor will set all right, I suppose, when I give you into his hands. I am glad I came with you myself-courage, we shall soon be there! " "Yes-yes-he is my only hope! I will explain all when we are safe with him. It is not as you think! I have no strength now. Don't question me further, it exhausts me to talk. Just drag me along." And silently and valiantly did he betake himself to his task. The noisome alley was threaded, and again we emerged into the sleety, lamp-lit street, a few doors from the corner of that block, in the centre of which Dr. Pern- berton resided. As we approached the friendly threshold, the exact situation of which was familiar to my companion, he pointed it out triumphantly with his stick. 294 SEA AND SHORE. " We shall soon be there," he reiterated, " no need for hurry now." But as he spoke I saw a carriage turn the corner we were facing, and again I urged on my lagging escort to his utmost speed. I ran up the sleety steps in advance of him, and rang the bell with convilsive energy. Its summons was answered promptly, but not a second too soon, for, as the door opened to admit me, the carriage paused before the door, and two men leaped from it, one of whom, the taller, thrusting Burress aside, rushed up the steps after me with outstretched arms. I had found refuge in the vestibule, and slammed the door in his face-closing, as it did, with a spring-lock-be- fore he reached the platform. Then turning to his com- panion, he fled down to the street again, with the cry that reached my ear distinctly, of " Baffled, by God! " on his profane lips, and the twain drove off as rapidly as they had come. A moment later a feeble ring at the door, and a voice from without, assuring the inmates that it was only N. B. Burress, and conjuring them not to be alarmed, caused him to be admitted at once by the house-maid, and shown into the same small front study into which she had con- ducted me to await the doctor's appearance. " What name shall I give The doctor is engaged," said the house-maid, lingering. " None at all, merely let me know when-he is ready to see me. I am tired and cold, and can wait patiently by this good fire." "It mav be some time, miss; would you like a cup of hot coffee, you and this gentleman The doctor has just had his supper, and there is a pint or more left in the urn." " Thanks-nothing could be more welcome," and the house-maid disappeared. 29 ,) SEA ANND SHORE. "That is the way of this house-patients are always entertained, if in need of refreshment," said Mr. Burress, advancing to the chimney, while he rubbed his hands in a self-gratulatory manner, then expanded them before the bright glare that filled every pore with warmth. I was tremulous, and silent, and half exhausted, and he seemed to take this in at a friendly glance, for he made none of those inquiries that I knew were burning on his inquisitive lips; but after a few moments of further enjoy- ment before the grate, and having duly turned himself as on a spit, so as to absorb every ray of beat possible, he betook himself to an arnnchair and a book, near the drop- light on a corner table, the soft rustling of the turning leaves of which had a most soothing effect on my nerves. "I shall only stay a few minutes," he said, apologeti- cally. " I wish, however, to see you safe in Dr. Pem- berton's hands before I leave you, as a sort of duty, you know, you being a charge of mine, and should you need further escort-" " Oh, thank you, kindly; you have surely had enough trouble on my account already." " Not a particle-only a pleasure, miss; but the push I got from your pursuer upset me on the pavement and made sparks fly out of my eyes, and, before I could gather myself up, they were back again in the carriage and off. You will have to give me the man's name, miss-you will, indeed, on my own account, when all your fatigue and fright are over. Such favors are generally returned by me with compound interest." " Oh, be thankful you have not a compound fracture, Mr. Burress, and let the fellow go. He is beneath con- tempt. But I shall not be satisfied until Dr. Pemberton tells me himself that you are uninjured." 296 SEA AND SHORE. "A lump as big as a potato-that's all, mifs; not worth minding, I assure you;" and he raised his hand to his occipital region. "An application, before retiring to bed, of' Prang's Blood and Life Regenerator,' will make all right again. An astonishing remedy, miss, which no family should be without, and which may be obtained cheaply by the gross or dozen at my emporium. You have heard of Hereules Praug " These were the last words I heard distinetlv from the lips of' Napoleon B. Burress; nor were they answered, even by the brief " Never " which might have proclaimed my ignorance of the very existence of that demi-god of charlatanry, who, for the benefit of suffering mankind, had condescended to compel his genius into the shape of a " revivifying balsam." I had, with the aid of the house-maid, divested myself of my wet overshoes and wrappings before the advent of my companion, and had already ensconced myself in a deep Spanish chair, that stood invitingly and with ex- tended arms in one corner of the fireplace, when he ad- vanced to place himself on the rug for a general roast- inlg. It was precisely twenty minutes past ten, Mr. Burress told me later, when he detected, by stealing on tiptoe to my chair, and bending above me, that I was sound asleep, and the mantel clock was on the stroke of eleven when I awoke. In one corner of the room sat a stern statue of Silence, in the shape of N. B. Burress, watching my repose, and from the adjoining office came the murmur of voices that proved that the long interview between Dr. Pemberton and his patient was still in progress. At this moment, one of the walnut-leaves of the '6 297 SEA AND SHORE. small folding-door, that formed a communication between the study and office of the good physician, swung itself gently on its noiseless hinges, into the position distin- guished in description as "slightly ajar," and thus re- mained fixed, after a fashion that spiritual mediums might have been able to account for, on supernatural principles. The low murmur of voices then readily resolved itself into shaped words and sentences, and, but for my deep languor, and the delightful sense of security that possessed me, I should have risen and closed the obliging door, to shut out unintentional communications. As it was, I lingered and listened, as one might do to the dash of waves, or the rattling of branches, until sud- denly the tones and meaning of the principal interlocu- tor caused me to rise to my loftiest sitting posture, and clasp the arms of the chair I occulied, while the strained ear of attention drank in every syllable of the remainder of the narrative, evidently drawing near its close. The low monotony of a continued discourse pervaded the voice, the manner of the speaker, the thread of whose story was no longer interrupted, as l)efore, by the com- ments or questions of his companion, intent upon the vital interest of the tale. "So I turned back at Panama," said the raconteur, probably, of a series of adventures, "and abandoned my project altogether. The man spoke with an air and tone of truth; the sketch was unmistakably hers. The whole thing was full of vrai8emblance, so to speak, ard bore ine completely off my feet. The initials beneath the sketch of Christian Garth were identical with her owII. " He referred me to Captain Van Dorne for confirma- tion of the saving of the few remaining passengers on the 298 SEA AND SHORE. raft, and her presence in the ship Latona, together with that of the child and negress. "I have seen Captain Van Dorme, and he admits the part he played, on the representation of Bainrothe; and, through the evidence of a newspaper advertisement, of the previous autumn, which had met his eye, to satisfy the puerile scruples of this really good but ignorant man -going no deeper than the surface in his code of morals -they were obliged to tear out the record of their names, and take refuge temporarily in the long-boat, before he would swear to Miriam, in her state-room, that Bainrothe was not on board. " As to the habea8 corpus which would have gone into effect to-day, and which the wretch managed to defeat by requiring an error to be corrected in the writ, that no guiltless man would have observed, I fear sometimes it will prove ineffectual if we wait for the morrow. My plan was to go at midnight with a party of my friends to the house of this miscreant, and take the law in my own hands; but, in this I could not stir, for the reasons I have given you. Besides that, it was risking too much-her safety and reputation. " She cannot be secretly removed, of course, for we have a detective in the house able and strong, besides the old well-paid negress, both of whom-" " Have played you false," I interrupted, rising impetu- ously, and throwing back the loose leaf pf the door, " and I am here to tell you this. 0 friends, have yotu forgot- ten me " And, rushing forward, I threw an arm around each of those dear necks, weeping alternately on the shoulder of one and the other of the two men I loved best in the world, and who, for some moments, sat silent and amazed! 299 300 SEA AND SHORE. Then Wentworth rose mutely, and clasped me to his breast, and silence prevailed between us. It compre- hended all. I think, when we meet again in heaven, after that severance which is inevitable to those who wear a mortal slhale, we may feel as we did then, but never before! The rapture-the relief-the spiritual ecstasy-surmount- ing, as on wings of fire, pain, fatigue, suspense, anguiis of mind and body-were in themselves lessons of immor- tality beyond any that book or sage has issued from midnight vigil or earthly tabernacle. Not until a new order of things is established, and we have done with tribulation, tears, and death, shall we again know such sensations; nor is it indeed quite cer- tain that human heart and brain could twice sustain them here below I CHAPTER XIV. REAMION came at last! Life is full of bathos as well as pathos. An hour later, we four companions in the re- joicing over this redemption, if chiefly strangers before, were partaking cheerfully together of hot coffee and oys- ters. The services of Mrs. Jessup had been called in- the doctor's excellent old Quaker house-keeper-and, amid many " thous " and " thees," she had served us a capital and expeditious supper. No one enjoyed the festive occasion more than Mr. Burress, who, on the point of stealing lightly away after witnessing from the front study the scene of recogni- tion and meeting, had been arrested on the threshold by Dr. Pemberton himself. Either to allow a full explanation between two long- parted lovers, or to conceal his own emotion and get back his customary calm, our dear doctor had seen fit to step into the front-study for a few minutes, and he checked Mr. Burress, with his hand on the door-knob, with some very natural questions as to the mode and time of our meeting, and ended by requiring his presence at the slight collation he ordered at once. The part the worthy apothecary had played in my closing adventure; the certainty that to his zeal and promptness I owed my immunity from further captivity (3'1) SEA AND SHORE. -for, had I walked around the square in the usual way, the men at watch from the carriage-windows must have espied and seized me-or, had we loitered in the alley, and arrived a moment later at the central house of Ken- drick Row, there is no doubt that they would have been there to await my arrival, nor could Mr. Burress have saved me from their clutches-the whole thing seemed especially providential; but, as the efficient medium of such mercy, Napoleon B. Burress did, indeed, seem to all present crowned with a perfect nimbus of glory. Dr. Pem- berton led him back to my presence with his arm encircl- ing his shoulder; Captain Wentwort!h shook his hand mutely but long, with his eyes dimmed with tears, and words that found imperfect utterance, at last compelling him to strange silence. " I thank you, I bless you," he said, at last. " I do not hope to be able to return such services, but, what I can do, command." "And I to think that she was crazy all the time; escaped from the great asylum a mile away. Sweetest creature, too, I ever saw in my life; and Caleb thought so, too." The speaker brushed a briny drop or two from his eyes with the back of his hand as he spoke; then, smiling archly, asked: "C an you forgive me, miss, for belying you so, even in thought I You see, I have made a clean breast of it now; but such a pity I " " Forgive you " And I advanced toward him, and put both my hands in one of his large white extremities, and, before I knew what I was doing, I had stooped over and kissed it, and was bathing it with my tears. " 0 miss ! this is too much; it is, indeed! " said Na- 302 SEA AN]D SIIore. E0 poleon B., blushing to the roots of his hair, and with- drawing his hand with a slightly-mortified air; "you nonplus me completely." " You see she was too much overcome, Mr. Burress, to speak otherwise than this," said Wentworth, drawing me to his bosom. "You must honor this expression of feeling as I do." "0 sir ! it is the greatest honor I ever received in my life; and she, poor thing, like Penelope, tangled up in a web so long, and free at last ! Well, it is a great joy to me to think I helped a little to cut the ropes." "Helped! Why, I owe every thing to you. Listen," and then as briefly as I could I recounted the trials in store for me that very night-the compulsory marriage, or the removal to the belfry-tower-one or the other in- evitable, and either of which must have made the pro- posed rescue of the following day, on the part of Captain Wentworth and his friends, in one sense or the other un- availing. As the wife of Gregory, or as the prisoner of the turret, I should in one case have been morally, and in the other physically, dead or lost forever! Mutely, and tearfully ever, was my skill in setting forth the magnitude of the wrong, from which Mr. Bur- ress had been instrumental in saving me, acknowledged by my audience, not excepting Jenny the house-mai(l, who, arrested on the threshold, stood wiping her eyes with her neat cottn apron in token of sympathy. "Caleb will be wondering what has become of me, and tired out of watching if I don't go home at once," said Mr. Burress, after his emnotion had subsided, and ac- cepting gracefully the civic crown with which he had been metaphorically rewarded. Mine was in store, but how could he dream of this 303 SEA AND SHORE. A statue of the Greek Slave, a copy made by a master. hand, soon adorned his window, and his bride wore pearls of price, the joint gift of Miriam and Wardour Went- worth, a twelvemonth later, when a mistress of the em- porium was brought home, much to the solace of Caleb, who was remembered by us also, let me not forget to add. Truly kind and benevolent as he was, Napoleon Bur- ress had a despotic manner, which relaxed beneath the genial smile of Marian March. " I must go, indeed, my dear sir " (to Dr. Pemberton), "but this night will be memorable in my annals. God bless you all! Farewell. Afraid of an encounter Not I Like Horatio Cockleshell of old, I learned to carry pistols constantly about me when I had to pass the bridge every night as a youngster. My parents lived in Hamilton village. I still keep up the custom, and therefore pay my fine yearly to the council." When at last we separated, the clock was on the stroke of one, and I went to a clean and quiet chamber above the little study, where a bright fire was burning, but whence the smell of lavender, which always accompanies the fresh sheets of Quakerhood, still prevailed with a summner-like fragrance. The attentive house-maid dis- robed me, and bathed mv chilled and frosted feet and swollen hands in water tempered with alcohol. Then ar- raying me in a mob-cap and snowy cotton gown, the property of good Mrs. Jessup, placed me in the soft nest prepared for sojourners beneath that homely but hos- pitable roof. "I hope thee is comfortable, Miriam Monfort," said Mrs. Jessup, after I was ensconced in bed. "Why, thy face is the same after all, that I remember when thou 304 SEA AND SHORE. wert a very little girl, and used to walk out with Mrs. Austin. She is well, I hope " settling the bed-cover. "I cannot tell you, Mrs. Jessup. I must rather ask such questions of you. When did you see her last and Mabel-do you know my little sister " " Oh, yes, I know her perfectly well by sight. Let me see, it was Sabbath before last that, just as I was coining out of Friends' meeting-house, I saw Mabel Mon. fort, a pretty maiden, truly, walking with her step-sister, I think, and a tall and stately gentleman. But Mrs. Austin I have not seen since last rose-tine, and then only in passing. She seemed well, hut wore a troubled face." "Yes, yes; she was troubled, no doubt, things were so altered; and, if her heart had not turned to stone, she must have thought of me sometimes regretfully. But all bids fair now, Mrs. Jessup, both for me and her, and for Mabel. For the rest, let them go-they are fiends! " " Thee has a very flushed and hot cheek, Miriam, now that I see thee closely and touch thy face "-doiug so lightly with the back of her hand as she spoke. " A bowl of sage-tea would, no doubt, be of service to thee; shall I-" " Oh, no, Mrs. Jessup; I never could drink that wise stuff in the world. I have just had a good supper, and am excited, that is all. Jenny will tell you what she overheard concerning my escape of to-night, and that will account for all." " Good-night, then, Miriam; may the Lord have thee in his care this night "-and she withdrew, followed by Jenny, eager, no doubt, to commence the recital of my adventure, or to hear what more Captain Wentworth and Dr. Pemberton had to say on the subject. 37, 305 SEA AND SHORE. It was nearly daylight when they parted, one tc snatch a few hours of needful slumber before setting out on his professional tour, tihe other to go at once to the officers of justice, and, at the very earliest hour possible, obtain the authority to arrest the brace of arch-conspira- tors, still protected by the shadows of the dawn. For Justice has its time of sleeping and waking in large cities, and will not be denied its meals, its hours of rest, and even recreation. So it was seven o'clock in the cold November morning before the proper ceremonials could be accomplished which placed it in the power of Wentworth to arraign Basil Bainrotlbe and Luke Gregory. He occupied one seat in the hackney-coach, which was otherwise tilled by the officers of the law; but, when he rang a sonorous peal on the portal bell of Bainrothe's residence, it was unanswered, and, though the house had been watched since daylight by an armed police force, who had no connection with McDermot, it was found, when an entrance had been effected, that the only inhabi- tants of the mansion were a sick woman, an old negress, and a child, apparently, from its puny size, about a twelvemonth old. The woman could not be aroused from the coma in which she seemed to have fallen, either as a crisis of her disease or a precursor of death (medical opinion was divided), until suddenly, about noon, she waked, perfectly clear in mind and comfortable in body, and called loudly for nourishment! I had slept profoundly until that hour, and my first thought in waking was of Mrs. Clayton and her probable condition; then came the concentrated effort necessary for her release; and she, too, awoke, as I have shown, to consciousness and physical ease. Her surprise, her indignation, at being thus deserted, 306 SEA AND SHORE. surpassed even her disappointment at my escape, and her involuntary somnolency was a theme of self-reproach and marvel both. But all yielded in turn to terror when she found herself under arrest in her own chamber, in com- pany with her fellow-conspirator Sabra. The child was brought to me, at my earnest request, and, during the few days of my sojourn under Dr. Pent. berton's roof; managed to make friends of all around him. His deformity soon became a matter of interest and medi- cal examination, and it was decided that it was not be- yond the reach ol surgical skill. The process would be very gradual, Dr. Pemberton thought, of straightenitng the spinal curvature ; but, should the health of the child prove good after his tardy and difficult dentition, much might be hoped from the aid of Nature herself. This was joyous intelligence to me. The noble soul of Ernie should still wear a fitting franme, and the stature of his kind be accorded to him ! The " picaninny " wicked old Sabra had gloated on as a dainty morsel, on the raft, might live to put Fate itself to shame; for had I not marveled that his mother even should care to preserve a thing so frail and wretched, when we sat hand-in-hand together on the burning ship And, later, had I not pondered over the wisdom of his preservation Who, then, shall penetrate the mysteries of divine intention Claude Bainrothe had been arrested, but, after close and thorough examination, was dismissed as irresponsible for and ignorant of his father's acts and designs, a sen- tence afterward revoked, as far as public opinion was concerned. Evelyn, Mabel, and Mrs. Austin, were, of course, be- yond suspicion-the last two deservedly so; and if, in- 307 SEA AND SHOBE. deed, Evelyn had been guilty of cooperation, I knew it had been through the force of circumstances alone, too potent for her egotism and vanity. She never wished to destroy, only to govern me, and make my being and in- terests subordinate to her own. Mrs. Austin and Mabel received me with earnest joy, arid Evelyn even manifested a decent sense ot sisterly gratulation. I never saw Claude Bainrothe nor entered my father's house until after he had left it and forever-accompanied not by his wife, who lingered behind in distre.s and wretch- ed dependence, most bitter to a spirit like hers, neither lov- ing to give or receive favors-for, gathering up all of his own and his father's valuables, and drawing from the bank every dollar he could command, this worthy son of an unprincipled sire fled to join his parent, with his minion, Ada Greene. Evelyn had been for some time sensible of his infatuation, and striven vainly to combat it by every means in her power, forbearance having been her first alternative, vivid reproach her last. But experiments had failed. Thefirst only fostered guilt beneath her own roof -the last urged it to its consummation. Still young and beautiful, she was deserted by the only man she had ever loved-the being for whom she had r-thlesslv sacrificed the welfare of her sisters and every sentiment of honor; to whom she had given up her liberty to pander to his and his father's ignominty, and her home to their de.,ecratian. In her great grief she retired to the solitude of her own chamber, and refused to see any face save that of Mrs. Austin, who from this period became her sole at- tendant, even after time had somewhat ameliorated the first agony incident to her condition. For there came to her another phase of being which 308 SEA AND SHORE. made this attendance no less a necessity than her present form of bitter and helpless grief. Hope revived, but in a form that promised no fruition, and which later will be made plainer to the reader. Just now I must continue my re8ume. Old Martin was dead of paralysis, after praying vain- ly to be spared to see his master's child return and take possession of her own, for he had never believed in my suicide, an idea that Baiirothe had taken pains to prop- agate. Nor did he lend any faith to my demise; know- ing what he did, he believed that I had gone to England to get assistance from my mother's relatives-and Mrs Austin had shared his opinion; she had nursed him tc the last, faithfully, and Evelyn had been tolerant of his presence. This, at least, was a consolation. Sabra and Mrs. Clayton were not prosecuted, and I did, perhaps, the most inexorable act of my life when I refused to see either of them again, or assist them to more than a mere subsistence until health could be restored to the one and her "owners" written to in order that the other might be reclaimed to bondage, in which condition alone sbe, and such as she, can be restrained from wrong- doing. "For there are devils on the earth," says Sweden- borg, "as well as angels, and they both wear human guise-but by this may we know them, that no mortal ties bind them, no sphere confines them. They walk abroad, the one solely to evil for its own sake, the other to universal good for the Father. Such as these die not, but are translated, the one to bell, the other to heaven." Do we not right, then, to confine and enslave devils while they abide with us, or, if we can, to destroy them utterlvy And if we discern them, shall we not adore God's angels 309 SEA AND SHORE. These dwell nat lnmg among us, and their eyes are fixed always with a far, pire yearning for some sphere in which we have no part. We feel this in our daily inter- course with them, for angels like these dwell often in the lowliest form about us, and our common contact with them thrills and awes us, though we scarcely realize that it is from them we have these sensations, or what renders them so far, though near at hand ! Little children, submissive slaves, sad women, unre- sisting men, patient physicians, great patriots, persistent preachers, martyr poets-all these forms and phases in turn do our associate angels enter into and inform. But ever the sign is there! They are not ours! Among us, but not of us-set apart, here for a season be it, longer or shorter, ready at any time to spread their wings! My sister was of these-I did not recognize this truth in the time of my great sorrow, when the parting plumes had not revealed themselves to my undiscerning eyes. A mighty touchstone has been applied to these earth- ly orbs since then, and the power to discriminate has been given to my soul. As Gregory and Sabra were devils, I verily believe, so was Mabel one of Swedenborg's angels. Who shall gainsay me Who knows more than I on this subtle subject Not the wisest theologian that lives and breathes this earthly air I Only those who never speak to enlighten us, and who have passed into infinite light and knowledge through the portals of the grave. When I knelt beside Wardour Wentworth in the old church of chimes a fortnight after nmy emancipation from the thraldom. of demons, I acquired with this new allegi- ance of inine a more Christian and forbearing spirit than had ever before possessed me; but the pearl of great price came not yet. Into the deeps of sorrow was my 310 SEA AND SHORE. soul first compelled to enter, a diver in the great ocean, whence alone all such precious pearls are borne. Notice had been given to Claude Bainrothe to evacu- ate my father's premises before my return from the brief wedding-trip which comprised business as well as recrea- tion. Captain Wentworth took me with him to Rich- mond and to Washington, to both of which places his affairs led him. In the last I had the pleasure of grasp- ing Old Hickory by his honest hand. He was my hus- band's patron and benefactor, and as such alone entitled to my regard; but there was more. As patriot, soldier, gentleman in the truest sense of the word, I have not seen his peer. It was a great delight to me, in spite of the shadow Evelyn's grief threw over our threshold, to stand once more as mistress in my father's house, even in the wreck of fortune, and control the education and destiny of my young sister. Little Ernie, too, had his place in the house- hold as son by adoption, and grew daily stronger and more vigorous in our sight, the thoughtful, loving, and reticent child, heralding the man of power, affection, and principle, that he has become. The employment of my husband lay near the city of my nativity. He was occupied in making the great rail- road through Jersey that was the pioneer of engineering progress, and a mighty link between two kindred States. He was in this way, though often absent, never for any length of time, and his return was always a fresh source of joy to his household. Mabel worshiped him; Ernie silently revered; Evelyn with all of her growing peculi- arities acknowledged he had merit; and Mrs. Austin re- garded him with mingled awe and affection, for to her he was singularly kind and affectionate. 311 SEA AND SHORE. "To grow old in servitude," he would say, "what sadder fate can befall any being, or more entitle him or her to forbearance and respect What life-long hardships does this condition not impose And this is a field for universal charity. which costs not much, only a little patience and a few kind words and smiles." Ours was a happy household; no cloud rested upon it, save for a few brief days of illness or discomfort, until the great blow fell. In her seventeenth year and on the eve of her marriage with Norman Stansbury (again our neighbor, at intervals, when he came to visit his rela- tives, a man of noble qualities and singularly devoted to my sister), Mabel died suddenly of some secret disease of the heart which had simulated radiant health and bloom. I had sometimes observed with anxiety a slight short- ness of breath, a gasping after unusual exercise, and called the attention of physicians to this state of things in my sister, who regarded it merely as a nervous symp- tom, and this was all to indicate that the fell destroyer was silently at work. She had just laid a bunch of white roses on her toilet, and crossed the chamber for water to place them in, when she called my name in a strange, ex- cited way, that brought me speedily to her side from the adjoining room. She was lying white and speechless on her bed, beside which the crystal goblet lav in frag- ments. The waters of her own existence had flowed forth with those prepared for her flowers, and before assistance could be summoned she expired peacefully in my arms, without a struggle. She had inherited her mother's malady. The anguish and disappointment of the lover, and my own despair, may be better imagined than portrayed. My baby died a few weeks later-partly, I think, from the 312 SEA AND SHORE. effect of my own condition on her frail organization, and the hope of years was blighted in this fragile blossom- the first that had blessed our union. The little Constance slumbered by Mabel's side, and a slip from that bunch of white roses, the last my sister had gathered, shadows the marbles that guard both of those now-distant, yet not neglected graves. Thus death at last entered our happy household I A great shadow fell over me, which I vainly strove to dispel with all the effort of my reason and my will. Physicians, remembering my mother's inscrutable melan- choly-a part of that mysterious malady that consumed her life-whispered their warnings in my husband's ears, and he resolved, with that energy which belongs to men of his nature, to lay the axe at once to the root of this evil in the only way that presented itself to his mind-as possible of accomplishment. At first I resisted faintly the coincidence of his will, which he knew was sure to come sooner or later; and to the very last it was agony unspeakable to me, to think that my father's house should pass into the hands of strangers, and that the place that knew me should know me no more! Very resolutely and calmly did Wardour endure and stem my opposition. Swift and strong as the current of my will flowed naturally, he was ever its master, as the stone dam can stay and lull the fiercest rivers. He per- sisted, knowing well what was at stake, and to my sur- prise Dr. Pemberton and Mr. Gerald Stansbury co- operated with his decision. Nor did Mr. Lodore O)ppos it, though losing thereby one of his most liberal parish- ioners. A great struggle was going on in my heart just then 38 313 SEA AND SHORE. -that I think would have perished in darkness, had I not found myself free and emancipated from all fetters of cus- tom and observance by our change of residence. From the shallow streams of conventional Christianity, moving with tardy current, and full of shoals and sand- banks, I was drifting down, slowly but surely, with that great ocean of deep and unsounded religion, to which all profound natures, that have suffered, do, I believe-if left to themselves-inevitably tend. In this new land of promise the golden California- lying like a bride by the side of her bridegroom-the great Pacific Ocean-and shut away by deserts and mountains, from all old conventional cliques and prejudices of our Eastern cities, my soul took wing. What poetry was in me found its outlet; what religious capacity God had en- dued me with, went forth from the clash of cymbals and the sound of the sackbut, that ever had reminded me, in all seasons of sorrow, or even of joyous excitement, that I was one of an ancient people, astray in foreign pastures -went forth (even as the compromise was made at first by Christ and his apostles with the magnificent but soulless worship of the Jews) to merge these sounds of ancient rite and form in the deep roll of the organ, that fills the churches where the Host is present. I needed this abiding miracle to stay my faith-to give it a new rapture, never experienced before-to sustain me in my sorrow. In the presence of the holy Eucharist- in the sweet belief that saints communed with me, and that the Mother of God, who, like me, had wept and suf- fered, interceded for me at the throne of Christ, I regained the vitality that seemed gone forever. There is no cup like this for the lips of the parched and wearey wayfarer-none I 314 CHAPTER XV. LEr me go back a little in this retrospect, into which I am compelling into a small space much that would take time in the telling, as a necessarv retrenchment for too much affluence of description in the beginning . The mind of the narrator, like the stone descending the shaft, gathers accelerated velocity with its momentum toward the last, and so expends itself in a more brief and sententiousmanner than iii the commencenment. It should be also, but rarely is, more powerful, and more condensed as it nears itsfXnale. Why these things do not go more unitormly together, as according to popular opinion they invariably must, is better understood by the artist than his readers. Details are requisite to fill up a mental picture, and impress it on the nielnory, and, though brevity is certainly the soul of wit, it cannot be said to be infallible in enforc- ing description to do its duty-that of painting a pano- ramic picture on the brain. Life is full of pre-Raphiaelitism, and so is fiction, if in- deed it resembles life-such as we know it, or such as it might be. The art of verisimilitude is found alone in detail. Let me go back, theii, for a brief summary of some of the principal events and personages of Monfort Hall and (315) SEA AND SHORE. Beauseincourt, the earlier portions of this retrospect. I will begin with the La Vignes. George Gaston, in one of the brief pauses of his stormny political career, wooed and married Margaret La Vigne, the year before her mother espoused in second nuptials her early lover (the brother of that saintly minister who came to her rescue in the first days of her widowhood), and in this marriage she has been happy and prosperous. They continue to reside under the same roof, and Bellevue awaits its master. It will be empty, I think, if I understand George 0Gabton's character, so long as Major Favraud is a wanderer on the face of the Continent of Europe, and held, for his especial benefit and return, in readiness. Vernon and his sweet wife Marion spent the first sea- son of their happy married life under my lintel-tree, and are now our nearest neighbors in our new land of so- journ. A slender iron fence divides our grounds from theirs. A golden cord of affection binds our lives together. Our interests, too, are the same. Vernon is leagued with my husband in the great engi- neering projects which have enriched them both-the cap- ital to enlist in which sphere of enterprise was furnished by the sale to a company of our " gold-gashed " lands in Georgia-revealed to my knowledge, as it may be remem- bered, by the inadvertence of Gregory. The career of Bertie La Vigne had been a varied one, as might have been foreseen perhaps from her early mani- festations and proclivities. She came to me, while still we dwelt in the city of my birth, when she was approaching her seventeenth year, and remained a twelvemonth under my roof, engaged in the study of Shakespeare with that accomplished artiste Mr. 316 SEA AND SHORE. Mortimer. She intended to pursue what gift she had of voice and histrionic talent as a means of livelihood, she told me from the first, and to get rid of the ineffable weari- ness and monotony of her life at Beauseincourt as well. The two motives seemed to me to be worthy of all praise. There are, indeed, abodes that kill the soul as well as the bodv, and this was one of them in my esti- mation, yet I remembered as a seeming inconsistency that, when, in her fourteenth year, it was proposed that Bertie should come to me for the purpose of attending schools for the accomplishments, she steadily refused to do so. Her sense of duty might have been at the root of this firm and persistent refusal to accept from my hand a gift richer far than "jewels of the mine "-the power of va- ried occupation-but something had secretly whispered to me that this was not all on which her apparent self. abnegation was based, and I think that I was right in my conjecture. Have you seen a plant, scathed by frost, that has made a strong and successful effort to live, and still in its struggling existence bears the mark of the early blight on leaf and blossom I Such was the impression made on my mind by Bertie La Vigne after three years of separation, and yet she had grown into majestic stature and into comparative beauty since we parted at Beauseincourt. Tall, slender, straight as a young palm-tree, with ex- quisite extremities, and a face of aristocratic if not Gre- cian proportions, there still was wanting in her step, her eye, her smile, that wonderful abandom that had formed her chief charm in her earlier years. She had been crystallized, so to speak, by some strange 317 SEA AND SHORE. process of suffering, into a cold and dull propriety, never infringed on save at times when she found herself alone with me, and when the old frolic-spirit would for a little time possess her. It was not dead, but sleeping. " And what, my dear Bertie," I said, one day, when Mr. Mortimer had departed, and she came to throw her- self down on the sofa in my chamber and re8t, " what has reconciled you to the old Parrot, as you used to call our sublime Shakespeare " " Sublime! I shall think you affected, Miriam, if you apply that word again to that old commonplace. If he were sublime, do you suppose all the world would read him or go to see his plays Do reserve that epithet for Milton, Dante, Tasso, Schiller, and the like inaccessibili- ties. Yes, I do revere 'Wallenstein 'more than any thing Shakespeare ever spouted "-in answer to my gently- shaking head-" I should break down over Thekla, I should, indeed." " Do you think his bed was soft under the war-horses " -and she waved her hand-" 0 God I what a tragedy; what a love I " and she covered her face with her quiver- ing palm. "Bertie, you are still too excitable. I am sorry to see it." " Philosopher, cure thyself." "Yes, I know that was always a fault of mine." " That is why you married the man in the iron mask, you know. I could never have loved that person." " Describe the man you think you could have loved, Bertie La Vigne." " Could have loved That time is past forever, child. 'Frozen, and dead forever,' as Shelley says. Re was my affinity, I believe, only he died before I was born. What 319 SEA AND SHORIA. a pity I I would rather be his widow than the wife of any man living." " She would like to hear that, no doubt, Bertie." " Well, she may hear it if she chooses when I go to England to read the old Parrot in the right way, under their very noses, Kembles and all. I'll let Mrs. Shelley know I'm there," and she laughed merrily. " And what is your idea of the way to read Shake- speare, Bertie dear " I asked, playfully. "As one having authority, a head and shoulders above him and all his prating, just as you would talk to your every-day next neighbor, read him without any fear of his old deer-stealing ghost Why, Miriam, he knew him. self better than we knew him. He had no more idea of being a genius than you have! He was a sort of artesian well of a man, and could not help spouting platitudes, that was all. Besides, he had eyes to see and ears to hear, and a very Yankee spirit of investigation. It is the fashion to crack him up like the Bible, both encyclo- pwdias, that's all! Every man can see himself in these books, and every man likes a looking-glass, and that's the whole secret of their success." "Bertie, you are incorrigible." "No, I am not; only genuine. I do think there is a good deal in both of the works in question, but their sub- limity I dispute. They are homely, coarse, comnnonplace, as birth and death." There was something that almost froze my blood in the way she said those last words, lving back apon the sofa with far-off-looking eyes and hands clasped beneath her head. " Miriam," she said, after a while, " life is a hrunibug I have thought so for some time." 319 SEA AND SHORE. " Poor child, poor child ! " "Ay, poorer than the poorest, Miriam Harz," and, laying aside my work, I went to and knelt beside her, and kissed her brow. " I have no soul to open I I am as empty as a chrys- alis-case, that the butterfly has gone out of to dwell amid sunshine and flowers. Yet I believe I had one once "- in ineffably mournful accents-" but two men killed it; and yet, neither intended the blow ! 0 Miriam I I un- derstand at last what Coleridge meant by his "life in death." There is such a thing-and that great necro- mancer found it out! I am the breathing impersonation of that loathly thing, I believe. Listen "-and she sat up with one raised finger and gave the poet's words with rare expression: "'The nightmare-life in death was she, That chilled men's blood with cold.' Doesn't that describe me as I am, Miriam " " You are, indeed, much changed, Bertie; perhaps it would be well could you confide in me." " No, it would not be well I I never could keep any thing wholly to myself, neither can I tell it wholly, even to such as you-reticent I merciful I But this believe, I have done nothing wrong, nothing to be ashamed of, to wear sackcloth and ashes for, and I am preparing to put my foot on it all. Ay, from the snake's head of first dis. covery to the snake's tail of the last disappointment, ranging over half a dozen years I A long serpent, truly I " laughing. " But I mean to be galvanized and get back my life. I am determined to be famous, rich, beautiful I " and she nodded to me with the old sweet sparkle in her eye, the glad smile on her lip. " You laugh at the last threat I-laugh on I 'H e who 320 SEA AND SHORE. laugbhs best, laughs last! ' says the old proverb. There is such a thing as training one's features, isn't there, as well as one's setters Miriam, I shall develop slowly; I am still in my very downiest adolescence as to looks. You will see me when I have filled out and ripened, and when I put on my grand Marie Antoinette tenu, some day I Hair drawn back, a la Pompadour, powdered with gold- dust; a touch of rouge, perhaps, on either cheek; rnffles of rich lace at shoulders and elbows; pink brocade and emeralds, picked out with diamonds ! Mr. Mortimer's teachings in every graceful movement ! It will be all humbug, for I have rio real beauty, not much grace; but people will think me beautiful and graceful for all that, while I wear my costumes. They are several-this is only one-all highly becoming! I have a vision of a sea-green dress and moss-roses; of a violet-satin robe, trimmed and twisted everywhere with flowers of yellow jasmine; of pale-gold and tipped marabouts in my hair; also of au azure silk with blond and peails and a tiara on my fore- head " (she laughed archly). " You don't know my capa- bilities, my dear, for appearing to look well-they are wonderful I " "The very prospect transfigures you, Bertie. I am glad you are so courageous." "Were you courageous when you clung to your ropes on the sea-tossed raft! No, Miriam I that was instinct -nothing more; and I, too, have very strong intuitions of self-preservation. Heaven grant that they may be successful ! Let us pray." And, with moving lips and down-drawn lids, from beneath which the large tears stole one by one, like crys- tal globes, this Euffering spirit communed with its God, silently. 39 321 SEA AND SHORE. So best, I felt ! Bertie was only a lip-deep scoffer. Her heart was open to conviction yet, and, when the time came, I believed that the seed sown in old days would germinate and bear good harvest. All was chaos now! Shall I keep on with Bertie, now that the theme has pos- session of me, and go back to the others when she is finally dismissed I think this will be wisest, especially as my space is small, and mood concentrative rather than erratic. Let us pass over, then, five eventful years, during which the sorrows and changes I have spoken of had taken place, and Wentworth had fixed his home in the vicinity of San Francisco. I had heard of Bertie in the interval as a successful de'butante as a reader of Shakespeare, and had received her sparse and sparkling letters confirming report, truly " angel visits, few and far between." At last one came announcing her intention of visiting California professionally, and sojourning beneath my roof while in San Francisco. It was to be a stay of several weeks. She was accompanied and sometimes assisted by Mr. and Mrs. Mortimer, professional readers both-the last distinguished more for grace and beauty, even though now on the wane of life, than she ever had been for talent, but eminently fitted, both by education and character, for a guide and companion. An English maid, as perfect as an automaton in her training and regularity, accompanied Bertie, to whom were confided all details of dress, all keys and jewels, with entire confidence and safety. An elaborate doll seemed the red-and-white and stupidly-staring Euphenia. Yet was she adroit, obedient, and expert, just to move in the groove of her requirements. 322 SEA AND SHlORE. I have spoken only of her accessories; but now for Bertie herself. " Is she not magnificent " was my exclamation when alone with my husband on the night of her arrival, after our guest, with her sparkling face and conversation, her superb toilet and bearing, her graceful, nymph-like walk, had retired to her chamber, attended by the mechanical "Miss Euphemia." The Mortimers, with their children and servants, re- mained at the principal hotel. " The very word for her," he replied; " only that and nothing more." " Wardour ! " "Well, love! " "H ow little enthusiasm you possess about the beauti- ful I Now, if there were question of a new railroad- bridge, the vocabulary would have been exhausted." "What would you have me say, dear Is not that word a very comprehensive one The lady above-stairs is indeed magnificent; but, Miriam, where is BertieI" and he laughed. " Ah! I understand; you find her artificial." "She is too fine an actress for that, Miriam; only transfigured." " Yes, I see what you mean " (sadly). " Bertie ii whol- ly changed. Whom does she resemble, Wardour I What queen, bethink you, whose likeness you have seen Not Marv Queen of Scots-not Elizabeth-" "No, surely not; but she is, now that you draw my attention to it, strikingly like Marie Antoinette." "She said she would be, and she has succeeded!" and I mused on the wonderful transition. Four years more, and we heard of Bertie in England, 323 SEA AND SHORE. as the rarely-gifted and beautiful American reader, " La. vinia La Vigne." Out of the repertoire of her family names she had fished up this alliteration, and "Bertie" was reserved for those behind the scenes. It was declared also in the public sheets, what great and distinguished men were in her train; how wits bowed to her wit, and authors to her criticisms! But, when she wrote to me, she said nothing of all this, only telling of her visit to Mrs. Shelley, who had received her kindly, and to the tomb of Shakespeare, whose painted effigy she especially derided. " It looks indeed like a man who would cut his wife off with an old feather-bed and a tea- kettle," was one of her characteristic remarks, I re- member; but there was a little postscript that told the whole story of her life, on a separate scrap of paper meant only for my eye I clearly saw, and committed instantly to the flames after perusal: "AAh, Miriam, this is all a magic lantern! The people are phantoms, the realities are shadows, and I a wretched humbug, duller than all I Two men have lived and breathed for me on the face of this earth-two only. One was my much-offending and deeply-suffering father. The other-O, Miriam, to think of him is crime; but in his life, and that alone, I live. I send you Praed's last beauti- ful little song-' Tell him I love him yet.' It will tell you every thing. An answer I have scribbled to it as if written by a man. Keep both, and when I am dead, should you survive me, dear, lay them if you can in my coffin, close, close to my heart! " Three years more, and Bertie is in Rome, indepen- dent, at last, through her own exertions, and able to grati- fy her tastes. I receive thence statues, and pictures, and cameos, all exquisite of their kind, her princely gifts, her 324 REA AND SHORE. legacies. Then comes a long silence. She knew what faith was niine w hen slie last abode beneath my roof and made herself a little impertinently merry at my expense in consequence of this new order of things. Now comes a letter (a paper envelope accompanying it)-Bertie La Vigne has entered the Catholic Churclh, through baptism and confirmation, so briefly states the letter written in lier own hand and of date some months back, retained, no doubt, through forgetfulness, until re- minded. The paper, of recent issue, tells of the ceremony at St. Peter's, which admitted to the novitiate several noble ladies, native and fbreign, and among the rest an arti8t of merit, Miss Lavinia La Vigne, of Georgia, United States of America. On the margin of the paper were a few penciled words in her own handwriting: " I have found the reali ty." This was all. I shall never see her again unless I go to Rome, and then only through a grating, or in the presence of others like herself, for she has taken the black veil, and retired behind a shadow deep as that cast from the cypress-shaded tomb. Yet, under existing circumnstances, and in con- sideration of her early experiences which no success itor later future could obliterate, or render less unendurable, I believe she has chosen the wiser part. Peace be with thee, Bertie, whether in earth or in heaven ! EDITOR'S NOTE.-. . . Some years after the closing of Miriam Monfort's Retrospect, the civil war broke out in the United States, and Pope Pius IX. was pleased to grant permission to several American nuns, Southern ladies, whose vocation was religious, to visit their own States, and lend what succor, spiritual and physical, they could to the wounded and dying, on the battle-fields and in the Confederate camps. Among these came the Sister Ursula, from the convent of the Car.1usians, known once as Lavinia, or 325 SEA AND SHORE. Our home overlooks the calm bay of San Francisco, standing, as it does, on an eminence, surrounded with stately forest-trees, and dark from a distance with ever- greens which trail their majestic branches over roods of lawn. These trees have ever been a passion with me. I love their aromatic odors, reminding one of balm and frankin- cense, and the great Temple of Solomon itself, built of fine cedar-wood. I admire their stately symmetry, and the majesty of their unchanging presence, and stand well pleased and invigorated in their shadow. Our house is built of stone, and faced with white marble brought from beyond the seas. Its architectural details are composite, and yet of dream-like beauty and perfection. There are statues and blooming plants in the great lower corridors and porticos, and vast ball of entrance, oval and open to the roof, with its marble gallery sur- rounding it and suspended midway, secured by its exqui- site and lace-like screen of iron balustrading. Pictures of the great modern masters adorn the walls. The skylight above floods the whole house with sun- shine at the touching of a cord, which controls the vene- tians that in summer-time shade the halls below; and the parlors, and saloon, and library, and dining-room, and the quiet, spacious chambers above-stairs, are all admirably proportioned and finished, and furnished as well, for the comfort of those that abide in them-hosts and guests. Bertie La Vigne. She was particularly fearless and efficient, and was killed by a cannon-ball at Shiloh while kneeling beside a dying officer, ascertained to be her sister's husband, the gallant George Gaston of the Seventh Georgia. By order of Colonel Favraud, they were buried in one grave. He best knew wherefore this was done. 326 SEA AND SHORE. In one of the most private and luxurious of these apartments abode, for some years, a pale and shadowy be- ing, refusing all intercourse with society, and vowed to gloom and hypochondria. It was her strange and mourn- ful mania to look upon all human creatures with suspi- cion, nay, with loathing. The fairest linen, the whitest raiment, the most ex- quisite repast, whether prepared by human hands, or fur- nished by divine Providence itself, in the shape of tempt- ing fruits, if touched by another, became at once revolting and unpalatable. Thus, with servants to relieve her of all cares, and Mrs. Austin as her devoted attendant, she preferred, by the aid of her own small culinary contriv- anlce, to prepare her fastidious meals, to spread her own snowy couch, so often a bed of thorns to her, to put on her own attire, regularly fumigated arid purified by some process she affected, as it came from the laundry. and touched only with gloved hands by herself, as were the books into which she occasionally glanced for solace. Most of her time was spent in gazing from her win- dow, that overlooked the bay, and dreaming of the return of one who had long since heartlessly deserted her, leav- ing her dependent on those she had injured, and from whom she bitterly and even derisively received shelter, tender ministry, and all possible manifestations of com- passion and interest. Her mind had been partially overthrown at the time of her husband's desertion and her dead baby's birth- events that occurred almost conjointly; and it was the wreck of Evelvn Erle we cherished until her slow con- sumption, long delayed by the balmy air of California, culminated mercifully to herself and all around her, and removed her from this sphere of suffering. 327 SEA AND SHORE. Whither Alas! the impotence of that question I Are there not beings who seem, indeed, to lack the great essential for salvation-a soul to be saved How far are such responsible Claude Bainrothe is married again, and not to Ada Greene, who, outcast and poor, came some years since as an adventuress to California, and signalized herself later, in the demi-monde, as a leader of great audacity, beanty, and reckless extravagance. The lady of his choice (or heart) was a fat baroness, about twenty years his senior, who lets apartments, and maintains the externes of her rank in a saloon fifteen feet square, furnished with red velveteen, and accessible by means of an antechamber paved with tiles! He has grown stout, drinks beer, and smokes a meer- schaum, but is still known on the principal promenade, and in the casino of the German town in which he re- sides, as "the handsome American." He is said, how- ever, to have spells of melancholy. The "Chevalier Bainirothan," and the " Lady Char- lotte Fremont," his step-daughter, for as such she passes, for some quaint or wicked reason unrevealed to society, with their respectable and hideous house-keeper, Madame Clayton, dwell under the same roof, and enjoy.tbe privi- lege of access to the 8alonf of the baroness, and a weekly game of ecarte at her 8oirees, usually profitable to the chevalier in -a small way. All this did Major Favraud, in his own merry mood, communicate to us on the occasion of his memorable visit to San Francisco, when he remained our delighted guest during one long delicious summer season. Of Gregory, we never heard. "I had hoped to hear of your marriage long before 328 SEA AND SHORE. this," I said to him one day. " Tell me why you have not wedded some fair lady before this time. Now tell me frankly as you can." "Simply because you did not wait for me." "Nonsense ! the truth. I want no badinage." "Because, then-because I never could forget Celia- never love any one else." " She was one of Swedenborg's angels, Major Fa- vraud-no real wife of yours. She never was married" -and I shook my head-" only united to a being of the earth with whom she had no real affinity. Choose yours elsewhere." " I believe you are half right," he said, sadly. " She never seemed to belong to me by right-only a bird I had caught and caged, that loved me well, yet was eager to escape." "Such was the state of the case, I cannot doubt; a more out and out fleshi-and-blood organization would suit you better. Your life is not half spent; the dreary time is to come. Go back to Bellevue, and get you a kind companion, and let children climb your knees, and sur- round your hearth. You would be so much happier." iSuggest one, then. Come, help me to a wife." "No, no, I can make no matches; but you know Madame de St. Aube is a widow now. You were always congenial." "Yes, but "-with a shrug of his shoulders, worthy of a Frenchman-" que voulez vou-8 That woman has five children already, and a plantation mortgaged to Ma- ginnis! " "Maginnis again ! The very name sends a chill through my bones! No, that will never do. Soime maid- en lady, then--some sage person of thirty-four or five." 40 329 SEA AND SHORE. " I do not fancy such. I'll tell you what I I believe 1 will go back and court Bertie on some of her play-acting rounds, and make a decent woman of that little vagabond. Because she was disappointed once, is that a reason Great Heavens I this tongue of mine! Cut it out, Mrs. Wentworth, and cast it to the seals in the bay. I came very near-" "Betraying what I have long suspected, Major Fa- vraud. Who was that man )" " Don't ask me, my dear woman; I must not say another word, in honor. It was a most unfortunate affair -a sheer misunderstanding. He loved her all the time; I knew this, but you know her manner! He did not un- derstand her flippant way; her keen, unsparing, and bitter wit; her devoted, passionate, proud, and breaking heart; and so there was a coolness, and they parted; and what happened afterward nearly killed her! So she left her home." ' " I must not ask you, I feel, for you say you cannot tell me more in honor, hut I think I know. The man, of all the earth, I would have chosen for her. Oh, hard is woman's fate ! " To the very last I have reserved what lay nearest my heart of hearts. Three children have been born to us in California, and have made our home a paradise. The two elder are sons, named severally for my father and theirs, Reginald and Wardour. The last is a daughter, a second Mabel, beautiful as the first, and strangely resembling her, though of a stronger frame and more vital nature. She is the sunshine of the house, the idol of her father and brothers, who aU are 1 This was previous to Bertie's visit. 330 SEA AND SHORE. mine, as well as the fair child of seven summers her- self. Mrs. Austin presides, in imagination, over our nursery, but, in reality, is only its most honored occasional visitor, her chamber being distinct, and my own rule being abso- lute therein, with the aid of a docile adjunct. Ernest Wentworth, our adopted son-so-called for want of any other name-is the standard of perfection in mind and morals, for the imitation of the rest of the band of children. He has gained the usual stature of young men of his are, with a slight.defect of curvature of the shoulders that does but confirm his scholarly appearance. His face, with its magnificent brow, piercing dark eyes, pale complexion, and clustering hair, is striking, if not handsome. He has graduated as a student of law, and, should his health permit, will, I cannot doubt, distinguish him- self as a forensic orator. George Gaston and Madge have promised a visit to the Vernonis; but I cannot help hoping, rather with ut than for any good reason, that they will not come! I love them both, yet I feel they are mismated, even if happy. My husband is noted among his peers for his liberal and noble-minded use of a princely income, and his great public spirit. He unites agricultural pursuits with his profession, and has placed, among other managers, my old ally, Christian Garth and his family, on the ranch he holds rnearest to San Francisco. Thence, at due seasons, seated on a wain loaded with the fruits of their labor, the worthy pair come up to the ctity to trade, and ncver fail in their tribute to our house. 231 SEA AND SHORE. The immigrant possessed of worth and industry, how- ever poor; the adventurous inan, who seeks by the aid of his profession alone to establish himself in California; the artist, the man of letters, all meet a helping hand from Wardour Wentworth, who in his charities observes but one principle of actions one hope of recompense, both to be found in the teachings of philanthropy: "As I do unto you, go you and do unto others." This is his maxim. Our lives have been strangely happy and successful up to this hour, so that sometimes my emotional nature, too often in extremes, trembles beneath its burden of pros- perity, and conjures up strange phantoms of dark possi- bilities, that send me, tearful and depressed, to my hus- band's arms, to find strength and courage in his rare and calm philosophy and equipoise. Never on his sweet serene brow have I seen a fro wn of discontent, or a cloud of sourceless sorrow, such as too often come-the last especially to mine-born of that melancholy which has its root far back in the bosoms of my ancestors. Such as his life is, he accepts it manfully; and in his shadow I find protection and grow strong. Reader, farewell ! TUlB HXD. 332 T. B. PETERSON AND BROTHERS' PUBLICATIONS. NEW BOOKS ISSUED EVERY WEEK. 1 Orders solicited from Booksellers, Librarians, Canvassers, lews Agents, and all others in want of good and fast selling books, which will be supplied at very Low Prices. MRS. EMMA D. E. N. SOUTHWORTH'S WORKS. at, iplete in thirty-nine large duodecimo volumes, bound in sorocco cloth, giU back, price 1.76 each; or 68.25 a set, each set is put up in a nea box. Hvow He Won Her ................ S1 75 1The Fatal Marriage ............... 1 75 lair Play ................... 1 75 The Deserted Wife ................1 75 The Spectre Lover ........... 1 75 The Bridal Eve .................... 1 75 Victor's Triumph ............ 1 ... ... l75 The Lost Heiress .................. 1 75 A Beautiful Fiend .................1 75 The Two Sisters ................... 1 75 The Artist's Love ..................1 75 Lady of the Isle ................... 1 75 A Noble Lord ....................1 75 Prince of Darkness ............... 1 75 Lost Heir of Linlithgn .........1 75 The Three Beauties ............... 1 75 Tried for her Life ...............1 75 Vivia; or the Secret of Power, 1 75 Cruel as the Grave ................1 75 Love's Labor Won ................ 1 75 The Maiden Widow ...............1 75 The Gipsy's Prophecy ............ 1 75 The Family Doom .................1 75 Haunted Homestead .............. 1 75 The Bride's Fate ............ 1 75 Wife's Victory ...................... 1 75 The Cange Bries, ............... 1 75 Allworth Abbey ......................... 1 75 The Changed Bride . 1 75Alorh bey17 Fallen Pride ... ............. 1 75 The Mother-in-Law ...............1 75 The Christmas Guest .............1 751 India; Pearl of Pearl River, 1 75 The Wido W's Son .................. 1 75 Curse of Clifton .................... 1 75 The Bride of Llewellyn ..........1 75 Discarded Daughter .............. 1 75 The Fortune Seeker ..............1 75 The Mystery of Dark Hollow,.. 1 75 The Missin"g Bride; or, Miriam, the Avenger, 1.75 l Retribution . 1 75 Above are each in cloth, or each one is in paper cover, at 1.50 each. MRS. ANN S. STEPHENS' WORKS. Compkete in twenty-two laryg duodecinso volumes, bound in morocco clot , gilt back, price 1.7 5 each; or 3.50 a set, each set is put up in a neal box. Bertha's Engagement ............. 1 75 The Soldiers' Orpians ............ 1 75 Bellehood and Bondage .......... 1 75 Silent Struggle. .. . 1 75 The Old Countess ................. . 1 75 The Rejected Wife ................1 7 5 Lord Hope's Choice ............... 1 75 Tho Wife's Secret.. ............ 1 75 The Reigning Belle ............... 1 75 Matry Derwent ...................... 1 75 A Noble Woman ................... 1 75 Fashion and Famine ............. 1 75 Palaces and Prisons ............... 1 75 The Cur-e of Gold ................. 1 75 Married in Haste ................... 1 751 Mabel's Mistake . ..................1 75 Wives and Widows ........ 1 75 The Old Homestead .............. 1 7 5 Ruby Gray's Strategy. . 1 7i The Heiress. . . 1 75 Doubly False ................... 1 75 The Gold Brick ................... 1 75 Above are each in cloth, fir each one is in paper cover, at 1.50 each. MRS. C. A. WARFIELD'S WORKS. C',mplete in sixe large dundecme rvlumes, bound in morocco cloth, gilt back, pric.- .75 each; or 10.50 a set, each set s put up in a neat box. Monfort Hall ................... 1 75 The Household of Bouverie ..... 1 75 Miriam's Memoirs ................ 1 75 Hester Howard's Temptation, ... 1 75 Sea and Shore ................... 1 75 A Double Wedding . .............. 1 75 Abovo Books will be sent, postage paid, on receipt of RetzUl Price, by T. B. Peterson & Brothers, Philadelphia, Pa. (1) 2 T. B. PETERSON & BROTHERS' PUBLICATIONS. MRS. CAROLINE LEE HENTZ'S WORKS. Green and Gold Edition. Compe in trele tolume, in green Morocco cloth, price 1.75 each; or 21.00 aset,eachdset is put upin a neat box. Ernest Linwood ............... . 1 75 Love after Marriage ............... 1 75 The Planter's Northern Bride,.. 1 75 Eoline; or Magnolia Vale ......1 75 Courtship and Marriage ......... 1 75 The Lost Daughter ................1 75 Rena; or, the Snow Bird . 1 75' The Banished Son ................1 75 Marcus Warland ............ 1 75 1 Helen and Arthur .................1 75 Linda; or, the Young Pilot of the Belle Creole . . 1 75 Robert Graham; the Sequel to " Linda; or Pilot of Belle Creole,"... 1 75 Above are each in cloth, or each one is in paper cover, at 1.50 each. BEST COOK BOOKS PUBLISHED. Every housekeeper should possess at least one of the following Cbok Books, as they would save the price of it in a week's cooking. The Queen of the Kitchen. Containing 1007 Old Maryland Family Receipts for Cooking ........................................ Cloth, 1 75 Miss Leslie's New Cookery Book ...................................... Cloth, 1 75 Mrs. Hale's New Cook Book ............................................ Cloth, 1 75 Petersons' New Cook Book .............................................. Cloth, 1 75 Widdifield's New Cook Book ........................................... Clotb, 1 75 Mrs. Goodfellow's Cookery as it Should Be ......................... Cloth, 1 75 The National Cook Book. By a Practical Housewife .......... Cloth, 1 75 The Young Wife's Cook Book .......................................... Cloth, 1 75 Miss Leslie's New Receipts for Cooking ............................. Cloth, 1 75 Mrs. Hale's Receipts for the Million .................................. Cloth, 1 75 The Family Save-All. By author of " National Cook Book," Cloth, .1 75 Francatelli's Modern Cook. With the most approved methods of French, English, German, and Italian Cookery. With Sixty-two Illustrations. One volume of 600 pages, bound in morocco cloth, 5 00 JAXES A. MAITLAND'S WORKS. Complete in seven large duodecimo volumes, bound in cloth, gilt back, price 1.75 each; or 12.25 a set, each set is put up in a neat box. The Watchman .................1 75 1 Diary of an Old Doctor ......... 1 75 The Wanderer ................ 1 75 ' Sartaroe .......................... 1 75 The Lawyer's Story,.... . 1 75 I The Three Cousins ............... 1 75 The Old Patroon; or the Great Van Broek Property.1 75 Above are each in cloth, or each one is in paper cover, at 1.50 each. T. ADOLPHUS TROLLOPE'S WORKS. (btplete in seven large duodecimo molumes, bound in cloth. gilt back, prie 1.75 each; or 12.25 a set, each set is put up in a neat box. The Sealed Packet ........... 1 75 Dream Numbers ................... 1 75 Garstang Grange . ............... 1 75 Beppo, the Conscript ............. 1 75 Leonora Casaloni,... 1 75 l Gemma .........1 75 Marietta . 1 75 Above are each in cloth, or each one is in paper cover, at 1.50 each. FREDRIKA BREIIER'S WORKS. Cbmplete in six large duodecrmo volumes, bound in cloth, gilt back, price 1.75 each; or 10.60 a set, each set is put up in a neat box. Father and Daughter ............. 1 75 The Neighbors ..................1 75 The Four Sisters................... 1 751 The Home ...........................1. 75 Above are each in cloth,-or each one is in paper cover, at 1.50 each. Life in the Old World. In two volumes, cloth, price. 3 50 1W Above Books will be sent, postage paid, on reeeipt of Retail Priie, by T. B. Peterson & Brothers, Philadelphia, Pa. BY AUTHOR OF "THE ;iOUSEHOLD OF BOUVERIE. " MRS. . A WARFIMD'S NEW WORI(S IN 6 VOLUMES, AT L75 EACH; OR 10.50 A SET. T. B. PETERSON & BROTHERS, 306 Chestnut Street, Philadelphia, Pa., late jtst patblished a complete and uniform edition of all the new and cstebrutcd works uoritteis by Mrs. Catharine A. Warfied, the wel-MrLen atds popul/u- ,American tvriter. This edition is in duodeciaw JOrp and is priifted oj0 the finest of white poper, and is complete i;& si volumes, and evich volume is bound in the very bes manner, in morocce cloth, with a full gilt back, and is sold at the low price of 1.75 a volume, or 10.5) for a fid and complete se. Every Family, and every Library in this Coantry, should have in it a set of this beautiful edition of the complete works of this talented and gifted American Authoress, Mrs. Catharine A. Warfield. The fol. lowing is a list of lMRS. C. A. WARaPIELD'S NEW WORKS. MONFORT HALL. MIRIAM'S MEMOIRS. SEA VD SHORE. THE HOUSEHOLD OF BOUVERIE. A DOUBLE W7DDl'C; or, HOW tHE WAS WON. HESTER HOWARD'3 TEh:PTATION. _& Above Books are for sale ly all Booksellers at 1.75. each, or 10.50 for a complete set of thte six volumea, or copies of either one or more of the above books, or a complete set of thAem, will be sent at once to any tin, to any plece, postage pre-paid, or free of frem ht, on remitting their price in a lewter to the Publishers, T. B. PETERISON & BROTHERYS, 306 CHEzwmUT STREET, PHILADELPHIA, PA. CHEAPEST BOOK UOUSE IN WE WOM Is at the Publishing and Bookselling Establishment of T. B. PETERSON & BROTHERS, No. 306 Chestnut Street, Philadelphia, Pa. T. B. PETERSON & BROTHERS, Philadelphia, are the American publishers of the popular and fast-selling books written by MRS. EMMA D. E. N. SOUTHWORTH, MRS. ANN 8. STEPHENS, MRS. CAROLINE LEE HENTz, Miss ELIZA A. Duury, MRS. C. A. WARFIELD, MRS. HENRY WOOD, Q. K. P. DoEsrIcs, EMERSON BENNETT, T. S. ARTHUR, GEORGE LiPPARD, HANS BREITMANN (CHARLES G. LELAN D), JAMES A. 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PETERSIN & BROTHElRS take pleasure in calling the attention of the entire Reading Community, as well as of all their Customers, and every B -kaeller, News Agent, and Book Buyer, as well as of the entire Book Trade everywhere, to the fact that they are now publishing a large number of cloth and paper-covered Books, in very attractive style, including a series of 25 cent, 50 cent. 75 cent, 1.10, 61.50, 1.75, and -2.00 Books, in new style covers and bindings, making them large books for the money, and bringing them before the Reading Public by liberal ad- vertising. They are new bo.oks, and are cheap editions of the most popular and must saleable books published, are written by the lest Amn rican and English authors. and are presented in a very attractive style, printed from legible type, on good paler, and are especially adapted to suit all vi ho lIs e to, read good books, as well as fSn ill General Beading, and they will be found fur sle ly all Booksell, rs, and at hotel Stands, Railroad Stations and in the Cars. I hey are in fact the Di105t popular series of works of fiction ever published, retailing at 5rs ceuts, 50 cents, 75 ceCItS, 1.00, 61 50, 61.75, and 2.00 each, as they compri- tlh' writings of the best and 11o10t popular authors in the world, all of which Sill b.6i- Fd lby us to tile trade at very low puices, and also at retail to everybody. Serd for a Catahlgtue of these books at once. 0W New books are issued by us every we-k, comprising the best and most enter- taining works published, suitable fr the Parlhr. 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