HER MOTHER'S SECRET

A Novel

ByMRS. E. D. E. N. SOUTHWORTH

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HER MOTHER'S SECRET

CHAPTER I

THE MISTRESS OF MONDREER

"Mother! Oh, mother! it will break my heart!" wailed Odalite, sinking atthe lady's feet, and dropping her head into her hands, face downward tothe carpet. 

The lady gently raised her child, took her in her arms and tenderlycaressed her, murmuring, softly:

"No, my own! hearts never break, or one heart, I know, must have brokenlong ago. Besides, " she added, in a firmer tone, "honor must be saved, though hearts be sacrificed. "

"'Honor, ' mother dear? I do not understand. I do not see what honor has todo with it. Or if it has, I should think that honor would be better savedby my keeping faith with Le than by breaking with him! Oh, mother! mother!it will kill me!" moaned Odalite. 

"My child, my dear girl, hear me! Listen to reason! Leonidas Force has noclaim to be remembered by you. You have never been engaged to him. Youwere but a little girl of thirteen when he went to sea on his firstvoyage, three years ago, and you have not seen him since. What possibleclaim can he have upon you, since no betrothal exists between you?" gentlyquestioned the lady, tenderly running her fair fingers through the darktresses of the young head that leaned upon her bosom. 

"Oh, mother, " replied the girl, with a heavy sigh, "I know that there wasno formal betrothal between Le and myself--but--but--we all knew, you andfather and Le and I--all knew--and always knew that we two belonged toeach other and would always belong to each other all our lives. Le and Inever thought of any other fate. "

"Idle, childish fancies, my poor little girl! too trivial to cause youthese tears. Wipe them away, and look clearly at the higher destiny, moreworthy of your birth and beauty, " murmured the lady, pressing her ripe, red lips upon the pale brow of her darling. 

"Oh, mother, I do not _want_ a higher destiny! I do not want _any_ destinyapart from Le. And these are _not_ childish fancies, and _not_ trivial tome! Oh, think, mother, Le and I were playmates as far back in my life as Ican remember. We loved each other better than we loved any one else in thewhole world. You and father used to laugh at us and pretend to be jealous;but we saw that you were pleased all the time; for you both intended usfor each other, and we knew it, too, for father used to say when he sawhow inseparable we two were: 'So much the better; I hope their hearts willnot be estranged when they grow up!' And our hearts have never becomeestranged from each other!"

"Oh, yes, dearest, I know that there was some speculative talk when youwere children of uniting you and Leonidas, so that the name of Force mightnot die out from Mondreer. But I never really approved of marryingcousins, Odalite, merely to keep the family name on the family estate. "

"But, mother, darling, Le and I never thought of the family name andestate; we only thought of one another. And, besides, we are such very, very distant cousins--only fourth or fifth, I think--that that objectioncould never be raised. Oh, mother! dear mother! do not compel me to breakwith Le! I cannot! I cannot! Oh, indeed, I cannot!" she cried, burying herface in the lady's bosom. 

Elfrida Force caressed her daughter in silence. 

Presently Odalite lifted her head and pleaded:

"He is coming home so soon now, and so full of hope! He expects to be hereby Christmas; and he expects--oh, yes, I know by his last letter that heexpects to--to--to----" The girl's eyes fell under the compassionate yetscrutinizing gaze of her mother, and her voice faltered into silence. 

"To marry you early in the new year, I suppose you mean, dear. "

"Yes, mother. "

"He did not say so. "

"No, mother, dear, he did not say so, in so many words, but from the wholetone of his letter he evidently meant so. Father thought he did, and eventried to tease me about the New Year's wedding--asking me how manyhundreds I should need to buy my wedding clothes. "

"What was it he said in his letter that leads you to suppose he has anysuch expectations? I confess that I saw nothing of such an intention whenI read the letter. "

"Only this, mother, but it was very significant. He wrote that now he hadinherited Greenbushes and all his Aunt Laura's money, he was rich enoughto resign from the navy, and he need not go to sea any more, nor ever partwith me again; but that he could stay home, repair and refurnish thehouse, improve the land, and farm it on all the new principles, and makethe place a paradise for us to live in. He wrote, mother, dear, as ofcertain fixed facts. "

"He was very presumptuous, my dear little girl, for there is nothingcertain in this world of changes, " gravely commented the lady. 

"But Le's heart has not changed, nor has mine. "

"My poor darling, " said Elfrida Force, smoothing her daughter's dark hairwith a gentle hand, "my precious child! It grieves me to do so, but I mustprepare you for what seems inevitable. You must forget all this youthfulfolly, and think of Leonidas Force only as a cousin. You do not reallylove him as a betrothed maiden should love her affianced husband. You onlyfancy that you do. In reality you know nothing of such a love as that. Lewas brought up in the house with you. You have no brother. Le has nosister. You therefore love each other as brother and sister. By and by youboth may discover--but not for each other--the higher, deeper, strongerlove which unites the husband and the wife in a true marriage--such a loveas I could wish might crown my darling's life with lasting joy--such alove as you might find in a union with Angus Anglesea, if you would butgive him the opportunity of winning your heart. "

"Madam!" exclaimed the girl, starting to her feet, and gathering her blackbrows over black eyes that blazed with indignation, "I hate Col. Anglesea!I hate him and I fear him! And I would rather die this day and neverbehold the face of Le again, than listen to Col. Anglesea!"

"Odalite! Odalite, my child! You are talking to your mother. Come to myheart again, and calm your excitement, " said the lady, holding out herarms. 

And the young girl fell weeping upon the bosom of her mother. 

The lady allowed some time to pass in which the girl's paroxysm of tearsexhausted itself, and then caressing her gently, she began, in a soothingtone:

"My precious child, do you doubt your mother's love or truth?"

"Oh, no, no, no! How could you ask such a question of your own child, mother?" earnestly protested Odalite. 

"Do you doubt that duty is to be held above all other considerations?"

"No! Oh, no!"

"Well, then, I have something to tell you, my darling, which will make youforget all selfish aims, and even also the wishes of your old playmate. Come with me to your own bedchamber, where we shall be most secure frominterruption. I will tell you of a fatal episode in my own youth, when Iwas younger even than you are now. Oh, that I should have to tell such atale to my daughter! But, Odalite, when you have heard it you will learnjust what you have to do in order to save us all, and especially to saveyour noble, generous, honorable father from ruin and disgrace. And then, Odalite, when you have learned all, you shall do exactly as you please. Not one word of coercion, not another word of persuasion, will I utter. Iwill leave our fate in your hands, and you shall be absolutely free toact. Come with me now. "

She took her daughter's arm, and they arose from the sofa. 

For a moment they stood, quite accidentally, facing a tall mirror, betweentwo windows on the opposite side of the room, and that mirror for themoment reflected two beautiful forms, of which it would be difficult todecide the one to bear off the palm for beauty. 

The elder lady, Elfrida Force, was a tall, stately blonde, with a superblyrounded form, a rich complexion, and an affluence of golden brown hair, rippling all over her fine head, and gathered into a mass at the nape ofher graceful neck. She wore an inexpensive, closely fitting dress of darkblue serge, whose very plainness set off the perfection of her figure andenhanced the brilliancy of her complexion, showing to the best advantagethat splendid beauty, which at the age of thirty-five had reached itszenith. Just now, however, the vivid brightness of her bloom had faded toa pale rose tint, and her lovely blue eyes seemed heavy with unshedtears. 

Her young daughter, Odalite, equally beautiful in her way, was yet of anentirely opposite type. She was of medium height, and her form, thoughwell rounded, was slender almost to fragility. Her head was small, andcovered with rippling, jet black hair. Her eyes and eyebrows were black asjet; her features were delicate and regular; and her complexion was of aclear, ivory-white. She wore a crimson, merino dress, plainly made, closely fitting, and relieved only by narrow, white ruffles at throat andwrists. 

Only for a moment they paused, and then they walked out of the room, andthe pretty picture disappeared. 

CHAPTER II

FAMILY MYSTERIES

Mondreer was one of the finest old places on the western shore ofMaryland. The estate covered fifteen hundred acres of richly cultivated, heavily wooded and well-watered land, running back from the Chesapeake. 

The manor house stood upon rising ground, facing the east, and commandinga fine sea view in front, while it was sheltered on the north and west bya heavy growth of trees. 

Mondreer had been in the possession of the Forces from the year 1634, whenAaron Force came over with the flower of the British Catholic gentry who, with Leonard Calvert, founded the province of Maryland. 

They had prospered in every generation, and now owned more land and moneythan they had possessed when they first settled on the soil. 

Although there was no entail of the manor, yet the estate had, as a matterof custom, always come down through the eldest son of the family, thoughall the younger sons and daughters were almost equally well provided for. 

Usually the Forces had married among their own people, according to thetime-honored custom of the country. Indeed, they had invariably done so upto the present generation, when young Abel Force was master of Mondreer. 

Great, therefore, was the consternation of the whole community when theheir of Mondreer, the handsomest, the wealthiest and the most accomplishedamong the young men of the county, if not of the whole State, instead ofmarrying some cousin or companion whom everybody knew all about, had, while on his travels abroad, forgotten all the venerable traditions of hisnative place, and "gone and wedded a stranger and foreigner" whom no oneknew, or could find out anything about, except that she was as handsome asJuno, as haughty as Lucifer, and as poor as Lazarus. 

However, as soon as it was ascertained that the newly married couple werequite established at Mondreer, the county people began to call onthem--some from curiosity, some from etiquette, some from neighborlykindness, others because Mondreer was one of the pleasantest houses in theworld to visit, and many from a mixture of several or of all thesemotives. 

And every one who went to see the bride came back with such accounts ofher grace, her beauty and her elegance that she became the standing themeof conversation at all the tea tables and bar rooms of the county. 

They were certainly a very handsome couple. He was a tall, finely formed, stately man, with a Roman profile, brown complexion, dark eyes andjet-black hair and beard. She was a tall, elegant and graceful blonde, with Grecian features, a blooming complexion, dark blue eyes, and rich, sunny, golden-brown hair. 

Theirs had evidently been a love match--a real, poetic, romantic, sentimental love match of the oldest-fashioned pattern. 

He thought that he had found in her the very pearl, or rose, or star ofwomanhood--and so even thought many other men, when basking in her smiles, to be sure. 

She thought that she had discovered in him the man of men. 

In a word, they really adored one another. Each lived only for the other. Each would have suffered or died to save the other a single pang. 

Even when, in time, children came to them, though they loved the littleones with more than usual parental affection, yet they loved them lessthan they loved each other. 

Yet, with everything to make them blessed, it was cautiously whispered inthe neighborhood that the household of Mondreer was not a happy one; thatthe beautiful mistress was subject to occasional periods of such profounddepression--such intense gloom--as filled her husband's heart with alarm, and shadowed even her physician's mind with forebodings that thesesymptoms indicated the approach of that worst and most hopeless form ofmental disease, melancholia. 

Her devoted husband often proposed to take her, during the summer, toSaratoga or Newport; or, during the winter, to Washington or to Baltimore;he even urged her at all times to let him take her to Europe. But shefirmly objected to leaving Mondreer, insisting that she was happier therethan she could be anywhere else. 

And, in truth, as years passed on, and children came, her melancholyseemed gradually to wear off, until in time it wholly disappeared. 

Three children were born to them--all girls. 

Odalite, the eldest, was thought to resemble both parents, having theGrecian profile and the fair complexion of her mother, and the black eyesand black hair of her father. 

Wynnette, the second girl, was a perfect brunette, with a saucy snub nose, brown complexion, and black eyes and black hair. 

Elfrida, or Elva, was all her mother--a faultless blonde--with faircomplexion, blue eyes, and golden-brown hair. 

Failing male heirs, Odalite, the eldest daughter of the house, would, notfrom any law of primogeniture, but merely by the custom of the country, bethe heiress of the manor, though Wynnette and Elva would be very wellendowed. 

Very early in his married life, while his eldest daughter was still a babein arms, and his younger ones were not yet in existence, Abel Force hadbeen intrusted with the guardianship of a five-year-old boy--youngLeonidas Force, the orphan son of his second cousin of the same name. 

When several years had passed, and all hope of a male heir to send on thename with his old ancestral manor had faded away, it became the dearestwish of Abel Force's heart to unite his eldest daughter and his orphancousin in marriage, so that Mondreer should not pass into another family. 

With this object in view, he encouraged the affection that soon began toshow itself between the boy and girl who were being brought up andeducated in his home together. 

He even sought to lead them to believe that they were destined for eachother. 

It is true that such a plan very seldom succeeds, perhaps not more thanonce in a hundred times, since the boy and girl so trained will, throughthe very perversity of human nature, if from no other cause, fall in lovewith any other boy or girl whom he or she may happen to meet, rather thanwith each other. 

But in the case of these two young ones, Leonidas and Odalite, the plansucceeded to perfection. 

The two children were attracted to each other, grew very fond of eachother, became inseparable companions--seemed to have but one life betweenthem. 

Even total strangers, who knew nothing whatever of the family arrangementsin regard to these children, observing their devotion to each other, wouldsay:

"This boy and girl were made for one another. It would be a sin ever topart them. They are a perfect pair. "

And Abel Force would smile and say nothing. 

No one objected to his plan. But the faithful guardian, in justice to hisward, would not allow him to grow up with the demoralizing anticipation ofmarrying an heiress to live on her fortune. 

After the boy had passed out of the hands of the family governess, and hadtaken a course in Charlotte Hall College, his guardian called on him tomake choice of some profession. 

Le unhesitatingly chose the navy. 

So, after some considerable trouble and expense, Mr. Force succeeded ingetting the youth sent to the Naval Academy at Annapolis. 

It happened about the same time that Abel Force was elected as a Statesenator, and went with his family to spend the winter in the Statecapital. So the young people were not separated. The end of thelegislative session was, also, so near the commencement of the longsummer's vacation of the Naval Academy, that Mr. Force, with his family, always remained over in the city for the exercises, at the close of whichhe took his ward with him to Mondreer. 

This habit continued year after year, until Leonidas Force had completedhis course at the academy, and had graduated with honors. 

Then he accompanied his guardian and the family home for the last time, tospend a brief leave of absence before starting on his first long seavoyage. 

Leonidas was now about eighteen years of age, and Odalite about thirteen. 

During that short visit home the two young people became more inseparablecompanions than ever. 

That they were destined for each other was well known to everybody, and sowell understood by themselves that no formal word on the subject wasspoken between them, or thought necessary to be spoken. 

They seemed to know and feel that they belonged to each other forever andever. 

Only when the day of parting came--of parting "for three eternal years, "as they put it in their despair--Odalite cried as if her heart wouldbreak, and refused to be comforted; and Midshipman Leonidas Force, U. S. N. , disgraced his uniform by crying a little for company. But then, "thebravest are the tenderest. "

This was just three years before the opening of our story. 

After their separation the young pair corresponded as frequently aspossible under the circumstances. 

Their letters were not love letters, in the usual acceptation of thatterm. They were frank, outspoken, affectionate letters, such as might havepassed between a brother and sister who loved one another faithfully, andknew no fonder ties; letters which Odalite read with delight to father andmother, governess and sisters. 

All went on in this way for the first two years. 

The third year was an eventful one in the destiny of the young pair. 

Early in the spring of that year occurred the death of Miss Laura Notley, a very aged lady, great-aunt of young Leonidas Force, to whom by will sheleft her large plantation, known as Greenbushes, appointing Mr. Abel Forcetrustee of the estate during the minority of the heir. 

This rich inheritance constituted the young midshipman a much moreeligible _parti_ for the youthful heiress of Mondreer than he hadpreviously been considered. 

Even Mrs. Force acknowledged that she was satisfied as she had never quitebeen before this. 

The two plantations of Mondreer and Greenbushes joined, both fronting onthe bay, and together would form perhaps the richest estate in thecommonwealth. 

And now, when Leonidas should return from his voyage, he might resign fromthe navy, and, as he would by that time have reached his majority, hemight marry Odalite, after which the young couple might take up theirresidence at Greenbushes and live there during the lifetime of theirparents. 

This would certainly be a most delightful arrangement for all parties. 

Letters were promptly written to Leonidas, both by his guardian and by hissweetheart, informing him of his good fortune and congratulating him onhis happy prospects. 

Odalite, in her crazy letter, wrote:

"I am so wild with delight that I am dancing when I am not writing, andthe reason why is this--that now you need never go to sea again, and weshall never, never, never part more this side of heaven!

"You will give up your profession, but you need not be idle. You must notbe, father says. You must look after the plantation, which has beenneglected during the dear old lady's life; you must reclaim the worn-outsoil; farm the land on scientific principles, with the aid of chemistryand machinery and things, and improve the stock by importing newwhat's-er-names. Oh, you will have plenty to do to keep you from molderingaway alive, if you look after your estate as father does after his. 

"And neither shall I be idle. I shall look after the house, the servants, the kitchen, the dairy, the poultry yard and the garden, as mother--no--asmother does not look after hers--but, then, I am a plain, country girl, and mamma is a grand duchess, or she ought to be. I must now stop todance. I can't keep still any longer. When I have done dancing I willfinish this letter. "

The remainder of Odalite's epistle need not be quoted. It may be guessed. 

Every one was perfectly satisfied. No one dreamed of suggesting or evendesiring the slightest change in these perfect arrangements. 

The spring passed in delightful anticipations. 

CHAPTER III

OLD ACQUAINTANCES

But, unhappily, in the height of midsummer, Abel Force, believing that heacted from the purest motives of affection, but--no doubt--as the eventproved, deceived and misled by the enemy of mankind, proposed to take allhis family for a tour which should include the White Mountains, the Lakes, the St. Lawrence River, the Thousand Islands and Niagara Falls. 

Mrs. Force, who had long lost her morbid dread of public resorts, willingly agreed to the proposed journey. 

About the middle of July the party set out. They traveled very leisurely, enjoying every foot of land and every ripple of water they passed over. 

It was late in August when at length they reached Niagara. They took roomsat the Cataract House, and spent a week in making excursions through themagnificent scenery around the Falls. 

It was in the first days of September that something of very grave importto the future of the happy family occurred at their hotel. 

The whole party, together with many of the guests of the house, were outon one of the grand piazzas overlooking the rapids. They remained outenjoying the sublime and almost terrific scene until the sun set and themoon arose. 

Then Mrs. Force, dreading the dampness of the September evening over thewater for her children, led the way into the house, followed by all herparty. 

They went into the brilliantly lighted public parlor. 

As she was crossing the room, leaning on her husband's arm and followed byher children and their governess, she suddenly started and turned pale. 

Mr. Force, who felt her start, but did not see the sudden blanching of hercheek, looked up and saw a stranger approaching them from the oppositeside of the parlor. 

He was a short, stout, fair-haired, rosy-faced, blue-eyed man of middleage and pleasant aspect, in a fashionable evening dress. 

He came up with a frank smile, holding out his hand, and exclaiming:

"Lady Elfrida Glennon! This is really a delightful surprise!"

The haughty beauty shuddered, but almost immediately commanded herself andreceived her accoster's effusive address with cold politeness, and thensaid:

"Let me present you to my husband and daughters. Mr. Force--Col. Anglesea, of the Honorable East India Company's Service. Col. Anglesea--my husband, Mr. Abel Force, of Mondreer, Maryland. Our daughters, Miss Force, MissWynnette, Miss Elva, Miss Meeke. "

While bows were being exchanged the lady quite recovered herself-possession. The party took seats near together, the colonel droppinginto a lounging-chair immediately opposite the sofa on which Mrs. Forcesat with her daughters--and saying something poetic and complimentaryabout a perfect rose surrounded by fresh buds, as he gazed upon thebeautiful mother and children. 

Mr. Force, who occupied another armchair near them, seemed the bestpleased of all the group. 

"I am really very happy to make your acquaintance, colonel. This is thefirst time in our rather long married life--look at those greatgirls!--that I have had the pleasure of meeting any of my wife's Englishfriends. I hope we shall see a great deal of you. I hope to persuade youto visit us at Mondreer for a few weeks before you return to your nativeland, " he said, with all his honest, friendly soul in every look andtone. 

"Thanks, very much. I shall be but too well pleased. Yes! it is nearlytwenty years since we saw each other last, yet the moment I entered thisroom I recognized Lady Elfrida, " he said. 

"Pardon me, " coldly objected the lady. "When I married a citizen of thisrepublic, to live in it, I took my husband's style with his name, and amcalled Mrs. Force. "

"Ah! true! precisely! perfectly so! A thousand apologies! I will try toremember. "

And the colonel sank back in his chair. 

He remained for about half an hour conversing with the family party, orrather, to report exactly, with Mr. Force, for neither Mrs. Force nor anyother one of them contributed much to the conversation. 

At length he arose, bowed and left them. 

"A very agreeable man, indeed! A very entertaining companion! Well readand well traveled! Knows the world! Understands human nature! An oldfriend of yours, my dear?" said Abel Force, turning to his beautifulwife. 

"An old acquaintance of my brother, rather. They were in the same regimentin India, " coldly replied the lady. 

"Ah! but that is a strong bond of union between men. Your brother'scomrade in the Indian campaign! He is traveling now on a long furlough, hesays. We must see more of him, good fellow! We must have him down for afew weeks at Mondreer. "

"No!" impulsively sprang from the lady's heart; but the word did not passher whitening lips. She suppressed the exclamation, sent back the strongobjection to hide in her bosom among other heavy secrets there, and--keptsilence. 

The honest and honorable man, who had no mysteries of his own and neversuspected them in another, did not observe his wife's agitation. He wasnot looking toward her, in fact, he was looking down on his own claspedfingers and idly twirling thumbs, and thinking of the good time he wasgoing to have with his wife's old friend and his own new acquaintance. 

"Yes, " he went dreaming on and murmuring half to himself, "we mustcertainly have him down to Mondreer for the autumn, and show him whatMaryland country life is like! I reckon he will find it more like oldEngland than anything he has seen in America. He is the first countrymanof yours, my dear, who has ever fallen in our way since we left England, and we must make the most of him! Especially as he is not only acountryman, but an old friend. "

So saying, Abel Force arose and sauntered off to see if the evening mailhad come in. 

Mrs. Force had sent off her children to bed, in charge of their eldestsister and the governess, while she herself remained in the empty parlor, walking up and down its whole length, and trying to think what would beher best course in the present crisis. 

She had, for the time being, the room all to herself. The other guests ofthe house were either in their own apartments, or on the piazzas, overlooking the rapids, or at tea, or abroad. At any rate, the lady wasalone, until she was joined by the colonel, who came confidently, not tosay impudently, up to her side. 

"Angus Anglesea! how did you dare to recognize and accost me?" shedemanded, her blue eyes blazing with indignation. 

"Because I was so surprised and delighted to see you, Friday!" he replied, with gay defiance. 

"I should think the sight of me would blast your eyes!"

"Don't swear, Friday! At least, don't swear in that way. 'Blast your eyes'is a low, seafaring phrase. I know it is provoking to have me come, whenyou had got away so far and felt so secure! Well, it was as great a shockto me! By Jove! we looked at each other for a moment like a pair ofghosts! Didn't we? But talking of 'blasts, ' I don't mind confessing thatthe sight of you did nearly strike me blind, but it was through yourdazzling beauty! By Jove, Friday, you are ten thousand times handsomer nowthan you were when you turned the head of His Royal----"

"Be silent! If you dare to name that devil to me again----"

"Quite so! I am dumb! I am mute. But don't use strong language, Friday! Itis bad form. You must have picked up the habit in America. "

"Look you here, Angus Anglesea! Mr. Force intends to invite you to visitus at our country house, down in Maryland. "

"He has invited me. Deuced kind of him! And I have accepted theinvitation, " put in the colonel, twirling his light mustache. 

"You will not go. You will have the decency to avoid the roof of anhonorable man. "

The colonel's face flushed crimson. His brow darkened with anger. For amoment he lost even the superficial semblance of a gentleman, and showedhimself a ruffian in tone and manner. 

"Look you, my Lady Elfrida! You take a dangerous tone toward me who holdsyour fate in the grip of his hand!" he exclaimed, stretching out his arm, and working his fingers. "Yes, and who would not hesitate, underprovocation, to tighten that grip to your destruction. But there! Weshould serve, not ruin, each other. Now listen to me, Friday. If you willbehave yourself, I will hold my tongue. Otherwise----But I need say nomore. You understand me. "

"I understand you to be an unmitigated villain!" muttered the lady, fiercely, between her clenched teeth--"an incarnate fiend!"

"You flatter me; you do, really. You elevate my self-respect. How I shallenjoy your conversation at--at----What is the name of your principality orgrand duchy down in Maryland? I am told that your great plantations downin the South are quite equal in wealth, population and extent of territoryto our lesser European sovereignties. What is the name of the place towhich I am invited, and where I intend to go?"

"Why do you wish to know the name of our happy home? Why do you wish toenter our Eden, like another serpent, to destroy it?" exclaimed the lady, beside herself with fear and wrath. 

"There you go again, Friday! You will not drop that bad habit offlattering a modest man to his face. I declare you will make me vain. "

"Why do you wish to trouble me? Why do you wish to come to Mondreer?" sheinquired, wringing her hands. 

"Oh, ho! You have come down from your tragics. Mondreer, is it? And why doI go? Well, to be frank with you, I go to browse upon

 "'Fresh fields and pastures green. '"

"I understand. You think the simple, honest, country gentlemen will beeasier prey for your gamester's snares than are the men you meet at publicresorts. And you mean to swindle and fleece them, " scornfully replied thelady. 

Again the man's face flushed with anger, but he controlled his temper, andlaughed, saying:

"What a genius you have for compliment, Friday! You should have been acourtier, where your talents might have been turned to the best advantage;or a king's favorite. Ah! but there we tread on delicate ground, do wenot?"

"I warn you, Col. Anglesea, not to drive me too far! For sooner thansubmit to your insults, I will throw myself upon my husband's mercy, andclaim his protection against you. "

"Oh! You will go to him, and tell him that 'tale of old times' of whichyou were the heroine? And in his love he will forgive you. And so far sowell. But, then, suppose I also should tell that little story to _all_ andsundry? How would it be then?" sneered the man. 

"Oh! fiend! fiend!" breathed the woman through her white lips and closedteeth. 

"Quite so. You only do me justice. I shall enjoy your conversation atMondreer. "

"And you go there to rob my husband and our unsuspicious neighbors at thecard table. But you will be disappointed. Mr. Force does not know one cardfrom another, and his friends seldom or never play. "

"What barbarians must be the people of your principality, Friday! I mustreally go there as a missionary to teach them the arts of civilized life. Ah! in good time. Here comes his serene highness. Let us smooth ourruffled plumage, else he may be asking inconvenient questions, " whisperedthe colonel, as Abel Force smilingly approached them. 

"Ah! You here, colonel? That is right. We'll all go down to tea together. I feel really so delighted to have met with an old friend of my wife thatI cannot bear to lose sight of him. We must leave here on Monday. Now, mydear colonel, could you not arrange your affairs so as to accompany us? Ifyour plan of travel would admit of your giving us the pleasure of yourcompany on our return journey, we should be really delighted, you know. The hunting season will soon be on, and I could show you some fine sport, "said Mr. Force. 

And then seeing his eldest daughter enter the room, he drew her arm withinhis own and smilingly waved his hand to the colonel to take Mrs. Force andlead the way to the tea room. 

But the lady refused to see the signal, took the arm of her governess, Miss Meeke, and went on, the colonel walking persistently beside her. 

"What do you hunt in your grand duchy, sir? Buffalo? Bears? Wolves?"inquired the colonel, when they were all seated at the table. 

"No, " laughed Mr. Force, good-humoredly. "You would have to go a thousandmiles to the west for that game, colonel. We hunt just what you do inEngland--with a difference--we hunt foxes and hares, and sometimes deer. Oh, we will show you! You will think yourself back in old England. Come. Shall we consider the matter settled?" cordially demanded Mr. Force. 

"Thanks very much. I shall be too happy to make one of your travelingparty. I will go. "

CHAPTER IV

A DANGEROUS GUEST

"Remember, " said the munificent Marylander to his new acquaintance, whenthey were about to start, "my wife's old friend is my guest from themoment we leave this hotel. "

Which words being translated into practice, meant that Mr. Force, from thetime the party left the Cataract House, paid all the colonel's travelingexpenses from Niagara to Mondreer--even though they lingered at severalpleasant stopping places and took the Adirondacks on their way. 

The frank and obliging colonel not being afflicted with any delicatesensibilities, made not the slightest objection to having all his billspaid by his host, nor felt the least hesitation in borrowing all the moneyhe wanted, using various pretexts of delayed remittances, and so forth, all of which excuses the straightforward and unsuspicious Marylanderbelieved, feeling well pleased to be his guest's banker. 

It was the first of October when the travelers finally reached Mondreer. 

Arrived there, Col. Anglesea took possession of the mansion with the mostengaging condescension and continued to borrow money of his host with themost charming affability. 

He had, besides, a frank, bluff, soldierly manner, which pleased thecountry neighbors and won their confidence. He easily ran into debt at thecountry stores and pleasantly won money at cards from the simple, youngmen who thought it an honor to lose their cash to such a very great naboband very fine gentleman. 

Meanwhile he kept a sharp lookout for rich young men to fleece and somerich heiress to marry. 

Abel Force, in his frank, cordial, unsuspicious hospitality, gave huntingbreakfasts, dinner parties and oyster suppers in honor of his Englishguest, and invited all the best people in the county to meet him. 

Col. Anglesea, from his pleasing person and agreeable manners, entertaining conversation, and fund of information and anecdote, becamevery popular in the neighborhood, and the county gentry feasted andlionized him to his heart's content. 

But the longed-for heiress did not seem to be forthcoming. 

All the young ladies to whom he was introduced had fathers and mothers inthe prime of life who bade fair to outlive the handsome colonel himself bymany years, and ever so many brothers and sisters. 

Indeed, large families seemed to be the rule in that neighborhood, andonly daughters who were heiresses the exception that could nowhere befound. 

It was strange that in all his search for a girl with expectations thecolonel had never thought of Odalite. 

But, then, she was only sixteen years of age, and she looked much younger. She seemed to be merely the eldest child among children. 

One day early in December an event occurred that opened his eyes. A letterarrived from foreign parts that gave the whole family, and especiallyOdalite, the greatest pleasure. She ran about with it open in her hands, and read it to her parents, to her sisters, and even to her governess. 

Col. Anglesea, in his self-absorption, took not the slightest interest inthis family jubilee and felt not the least curiosity concerning the letterwhich had caused it. 

But Mr. Force, in the generous exuberance of his nature, wished to sharehis pleasure with all others, and so, joining his guest in a walk over thefrozen fields that winter morning, he smiled and said:

"We have just received a letter from my ward and cousin, MidshipmanLeonidas Force, who has been at sea for the last three years, but is nowhomeward bound and is expected to arrive in time for Christmas; and then Ishould not wonder if we should have to celebrate a New Year's wedding, " headded. 

"Ah! So the young gentleman is engaged. And who is the young lady?"inquired the colonel, making an effort to appear interested. 

"Why! is it possible you don't know? I thought everybody knew!" exclaimedthe father, looking surprised. 

"But I, you must remember, am a comparative stranger, and I am ignorant. "

"Well, then, of course, the lady in question is my eldest daughter, a verylittle lady as yet. "

"Miss Force! Why, she is a mere schoolgirl! She must have been a littlechild when he went away, if he has been gone three years, " said Col. Anglesea, in surprise; and then he fell into musing. 

"She is sixteen now, and she was thirteen when he sailed. Of course therewas no formal engagement between them then--there could not have been, youknow; but it was understood! You see, sir, it is a family matter! Thechildren have been brought up together with a view to their future union. They are certainly very fond of each other. Their marriage is a verydesirable one on every account. As I have no son, my eldest daughter willinherit this manor--one of the oldest and largest in Maryland, and onewhich has been in the family since the first settlement of the province, more than two hundred years ago, when Aaron Force, who came over withLeonard Calvert, received a grant of the land--a thousand acres, then. Wehave not lost an acre in all these generations, but rather gained a thirdmore. There are fifteen hundred acres now. All this must 'fall to thedistaff' and go out of the family unless my daughter should marry hercousin, Leonidas Force. He also has recently inherited a considerableestate, joining this, and, like this, with a long sea front. It is notalways that young people submit to be guided by their elders in the matterof marriage, but I am happy to say that my boy and girl have very readilytaken our views of the case and will follow them. So they will probably bemarried very early in the new year, and the old ancestral estate will notpass out of the old family name. "

"I see, " said the colonel, "and I heartily congratulate you on theprospect. "

Then he fell into deep thought. Presently he said:

"She has not seen her lover for three years, since she was a child?"

"No, not since she was thirteen. "

"When is he expected to return?"

"About Christmas. "

"Ah, yes! You told me! She is very young to be married. "

"Yes; but we do marry our girls very young when everything else issuitable--as in this case, " smiled Mr. Force. 

"But after three years of separation from the youth whom she parted within her childhood, may not your daughter have changed her mind?"

"Oh, no!" earnestly replied the father. 

"But you cannot know this until the young pair meet again. Suppose now, for instance, that when Miss Force sees the youth she may not like theidea of marrying him? What, in such a case, would be your line ofpolicy?"

"I should have no policy. My dear daughter's happiness should be my firstconsideration, and the marriage could not go on. "

"Exactly. That is just what I should expect of you, " said the colonel, approvingly. 

"Good fellow!" thought, honest Abel Force, admiringly. 

"But such is not likely to be the case, colonel. She is quite fond of himas he is of her. "

"Quite so, " assented the colonel, as they turned and walked toward thehouse. 

On reaching it, Mr. Force went in; but Col. Anglesea excused himself, andremained on the outside. He wanted to walk up and down. 

Here was the very heiress he had been in search of right under his eyesall the time, and he had never seen her. He had thought her a child ofabout fourteen years of age, and here she was sixteen, and consideredmarriageable. 

How precocious these young American girls were, to be sure! How very earlythey were married!

At this point the colonel lighted a fresh cigar, strolled out upon thefrozen lawn, and sat down on a rustic seat, under the branches of an oldyew tree, from which he had a view of the bay, that here spread out fromthe foot of the hill to the distant horizon. 

It was not, however, to look at the prospect of nature before his eyes, but to contemplate the prospect of the future in his imagination, that hesat there, and smoked and reflected. 

"The game is in my own hands, " he said to himself. "The daughter isgoverned entirely by the mother, whom she adores. And she must appear toact from her own free will and for her own pleasure, in order to obtainthe consent of her father, who, forsooth, will sacrifice his own familyambition to his child's happiness. 

"This is the third of December, " he mused, "and the young fellow isexpected to be home at Christmas. There is no time to be lost. I must turnthe screws on my lady. There shall be a New Year's wedding at Mondreer, but Mr. Leonidas Force shall not be the happy bridegroom. "

CHAPTER V

GREENBUSHES

Glad voices broke in upon Anglesea's brooding. 

He looked up, and saw coming toward him the three young daughters of thehouse--Odalite, Wynnette and Elva, attended by their governess, MissMeeke. 

They were all equipped in their warm, brown cloth coats, buttoned upbefore, and their brown, beaver poke bonnets tied under their chins. Theycarried little baskets in their hands and dragged along sticks afterthem. 

"Will you take a walk with us through the woods this morning, Col. Anglesea? Father has gone into town to attend court, you know; and motherhas a little headache, and has locked herself up in her room to lie downand sleep. And we are going for a walk. Will you go?" inquired Odalite, asgraciously as she could force herself to do; for the girl secretlydetested the interloper, though her native good breeding prevented herfrom ever betraying her feelings to their object. She had not failed toperceive, through her own fine sympathies rather than through anyexpression from Mrs. Force, that the lady was very much annoyed anddistressed by the presence of this intruder into the privacy of herdomestic circle; and so Odalite often quietly relieved her mother bytaking charge of the visitor's entertainment, as she did on this occasionby inviting him to join their walking party. 

Col. Anglesea looked at her with an amused smile, yet with more attentionthan he had ever regarded her before. 

"Will you come with us?" she inquired again, seeing that he hesitated toreply. 

"Thanks, very much! It is a temptation. Miss Force. In what direction doyou propose to walk?"

"Down the hill to the shore--then along the shore for three miles toGreenbushes, " replied the young lady. 

"And then through the house, which is to be Le's and Odalite's home afterNew Year, when they are married, " volunteered Wynnette, a pretty, saucylittle brunette of fourteen years. 

"Wynnette! Wynnette! Hush!" exclaimed Odalite, blushing vividly. 

"Why must I hush? Everybody knows Le is coming home to marry you atChristmas!" retorted the second sister. 

"And what do you think, Col. Anglesea?" whispered Elva, a gentle, littleblonde of twelve. 

"What, my elf?" playfully inquired the colonel. 

"Why, when Le and Odalite get married and go to live at Greenbushes, Wynnette and I will live there just as much as we shall at home here. "

"Indeed! and what will Mr. Brother-in-law say to that?"

"Who, Le? Why, Le will say he is very glad. Le loves us all dearly. Lewould give us anything we want, or do anything in the world for us. Especially now I should think he would, when we are going to let him haveour sister and take her away. "

"Elva, my dear, you are talking too much, " whispered Miss Meeke, a small, demure young woman, with a pale face, gray eyes and smooth brown hair. 

"Why? When he wants to pretend that our Le will not be glad to have us allthree to live with him? I must take Le's part, you know, Miss Meeke, especially in his absence, " pleaded Elva. 

"Shall we walk on, Col. Anglesea?" suggested Odalite, to put an end to anembarrassing conversation. 

"Certainly, if you please. What are these sticks for?" inquired thecolonel, referring to the wands the girls dragged behind them. 

"Oh! these are to thresh the chincapin bushes, when we get there! And weexpect to fill our baskets!" answered Wynnette. 

"Can I not carry them for you?" he inquired; and without waiting for ananswer, collected the sticks from the children, who not unwillingly gavethem up. 

"And now I think of it, " suggested the colonel, "you will require but onestick, and that I will use and thresh the bushes while you gather thenuts. See, I will leave these three here, and take this thickest one. Nowgive me the four baskets; I will hang them on my stick and sling them overmy shoulder, thus, " he said, suiting the action to the word. 

The two children laughed at the figure he cut. 

"Now! Right face! Forward! March!" he cried, stepping out in front. 

They left the lawn by the east gate and passed through an orchard where afew late winter apples still clung to the nearly leafless branches of thetrees; opened another gate and entered a narrow path leading down throughthe thick woods to the shore. 

Then they turned southward and walked by the side of the bay, the childrenchattering as they went. 

"What do you think, Col. Anglesea?" inquired Elva. 

"I don't know. What ought I to think?" laughingly inquired their escort. 

"Well, I'll tell you. Although Greenbushes is only three miles off, wehave never seen it in our lives. "

"Really, now?"

"No, never! Miss Notley, Le's great-aunt, who owned the place and who leftit to Le in her will, never lived here at all. She left the place in thecare of old Mr. Beever, her overseer, and he and the negroes worked theland and raised the crops, and Mr. Copp, her lawyer, attended to the saleand shipping of the tobacco and--and all that, you know. "

"I see. "

"And Miss Notley lived on her other place down in Florida. At least, shelived there all the year round except the summer months, when she alwayswent to Europe. She died in Florida, and left Felicia--her estatethere--to her Florida relations. "

"Ah!" said the colonel, trying to seem interested, while really broodingover his own schemes. 

"And she left Greenbushes to Le, who is the only relative by her mother'sside. "

"Quite so. "

"And it is a great thing for Le and Odalite, for now they can marry andsettle at once. "

"Precisely. "

"And as Wynnette and I shall spend half our time at Greenbushes, we meanto pick out our room and choose the paper and furniture for it. "

"In--deed!"

"Oh, yes! Mr. Copp sent to New York and got illustrated catalogues fromthe furniture dealers and books of patterns from the paper hangers, andsamples from the--the--the--oh! what do you call them, Wynnette?--thepeople who color the walls that are not papered, you know?"

"The kalsominers?"

"Yes, that is what I mean! And all sorts of things! And we are going tochoose our room and have it fixed!"

"Without consulting Mr. Brother-in-law?"

"Of course! Why, it is all to be done at once--at once! It is to becompleted and quite ready by the time Le gets home! Won't that be jolly?Le wrote to Odalite to do just as she pleased with the house, and wrote toMr. Copp to advance all the money that was necessary and give her all theadvice and assistance that he could. So father wrote to Mr. Copp to meetus here to-day, and he is to do it. Father would have been here, too, buthe was subpoenaed this very morning to attend court. Oh! do look at thatflock of wild geese, colonel! I'm glad you haven't got your gun and dogsthis time!"

So chattering and letting their tongues run before their wit, thechildren, with their companions, reached Greenbushes, and turning from theshore, began to ascend the hill going toward the house, which stood on thesummit a few hundred yards back from the bay, and in the midst of a groveof pines, cedars, yews, firs and every description of evergreens thatwould grow on the soil; so that winter, as well as summer, the mansion wassheltered, and the lawn was heavily shaded by a canopy of green trees;hence its name of Greenbushes, given when these same trees were butsaplings. 

The house, in the midst of this evergreen grove, was a building of hard, dark red bricks, and so irregular in construction as to defy alldescription; it had so many gable ends, tall chimneys, little dormerwindows and latticed windows, as to confuse the spectator; and so manygreat doors, each with its own portico, as to make a strange visitorutterly uncertain concerning the whereabouts of the main entrance. 

Two old men, standing on a three-cornered portico in an angle of the wall, drew the steps of the visitors thither, where they were met by Mr. Copp, atall, thin, fair-faced, gray-haired lawyer, and Mr. Beever, a short, round, red-faced and bald-headed farmer. 

Both were plainly dressed in business suits of heavy, black cloth. 

"Do you know those persons?" inquired the colonel of Odalite. 

"No, but I know who they are, and I have come to see them. "

"Then let me speak to them first, " he suggested, going up to the two men. 

He addressed them in a low tone, and then brought them to the spot whereOdalite and her companions waited. 

"Miss Force, " he said, "this is Mr. Copp, legal steward of the late MissLaura Notley. This is Mr. Beever, manager of the plantation. They wish tospeak to you on business, and will show you into the house, " he said. 

The two men bowed very deferentially. 

Odalite received them politely, and at Mr. Copp's invitation, followedthem into the building, accompanied by her sisters, their governess andCol. Anglesea, who regarded all these proceedings with a sarcastic smile. 

The lawyer led the whole party into a small, old-fashioned, oak-paneledparlor, with a chimney in the angle of the wall, in which a large, woodfire had been kindled, and near which a table and a few chairs had beenplaced. 

On this table lay various books of samples, and patterns, and cataloguesof prices. 

"Will you sit down and look over these, or will you go through the housefirst? I have had fires built in all the rooms, but still I think theplace is not thoroughly aired and dried yet, " said Mr. Copp. 

"We will look over these first, and then take them through the house forreference, " replied Odalite. 

And the whole party sat down around the table, and began to examinepatterns, samples and prices. 

A great chattering as of many magpies ensued. 

There was a difference of opinion. For kalsomine, and for the ground workof wall paper, as well as for window curtains, and chair and sofa colors, Odalite and Miss Meeke preferred olive, sage, lavender and other delicate, neutral tints, while Wynnette and Elva loudly advocated, pink, blue andyellow, or crimson, purple and orange. 

At length, without arriving at any mutual understanding, but being restedfrom their long walk, they all arose to go through the house. Such arambling house! with stairs going up and stairs going down in suchout-of-the-way places; doors opening into rooms in such unexpectedquarters; when they thought they were going to look into a small closetthey found a large chamber; and when they walked through a side passage, which they thought led outdoors on a porch, behold! it led into some wingcontaining more rooms. 

Wynnette and Elva chose at least half a dozen different rooms insuccession--this, because it had such a lovely little fireplace andmantelpiece; that, because it had such funny little cupboards; the other, because it had such quaint little windows. 

Finally they gave up in despair, saying that they must think it over athome before they could choose among so many. 

Odalite, who thought that there was no time to lose if the house was to beready for Leonidas on his return, selected the wall paper and the suits offurniture for all the rooms from the patterns before her, and havingcarefully marked them and written her directions, she requested Mr. Coppto set the mechanics to work at once, and to hurry on the repairs as fastas justice to the business would permit. 

And Col. Anglesea, watching these proceedings, smiled sarcastically. 

Having done their errand at Greenbushes, the little party left the house. 

"Mr. Beever! Oh! please, where are the big chincapin thickets we haveheard so much about?" inquired Elva, in whose ideas these nuts were, afterall, the most immediately important item in their errand to the farm. 

"Yes, honey, you'll find 'em all along both sides of the footpath throughthe woods betwixt here and your place, but 'specially where you crossChincapin Creek. "

"The woods! There! We'll have to go back that way. Ah, Col. Anglesea, howlovely it will be when Odalite and Leonidas live here! There are so manylovely ways of going between the two places. Just listen now while I tellyou. We may walk by the shore, as we did this morning, or we may walkthrough the woods, as we shall this afternoon. We may ride horseback alongthe shore or through the woods, or we may drive in a carriage along theshore or along the turnpike road through the woods; or, best of all, wemay row in a boat from the landing at the foot of our hill to the landingat the foot of this hill. Oh, it will be perfectly delightful!"

Col. Anglesea looked at the child with his sinister smile, but she was toohappy to notice anything evil in it. 

They took leave of the lawyer and the farmer, and started to walk homethrough the woods, chattering all the way of the beauty of Greenbusheseven now, and the delight of the prospect ahead. 

"It is too late this season; but mind, Odalite, next spring you are tohave a mansard roof, and bay windows, and--balconies, and--and--towers andthings, " said Elva. 

"Perhaps, " quietly replied Odalite. 

"Why, there is no 'perhaps' about it! Le said you were to do just as youplease with the house, " suggested Wynnette. 

"But that did not mean I should burn it down, " said Odalite. 

"Of course it did not. What do----"

"And he did not mean I should tear it down either, as I should have to doto make all the improvements our ambitious little Elva suggests. Why, darling, we might as well talk of putting a mansard on the top of thatclump of Scotch firs as on that irregularly built farmhouse. "

"The top is about as uneven in height as a set of dinner casters, so wewill give up the mansard roof. But do have a bay window and somebalconies, " said Elva. 

"Perhaps, " repeated Odalite. 

So talking they reached the bridge crossing Chincapin Creek, with itsfringe of richly laden bushes, and stopped to gather the nuts. 

It took but a little while to fill all their baskets, after which theycontinued their homeward walk. 

They reached Mondreer late in the afternoon. 

Their father had returned from the courthouse. Their mother had recoveredfrom her headache. And the delayed dinner was served. 

During the meal, which at Mondreer was always a merry one, the talk stillran upon Greenbushes and its present and prospective attractions. 

Col. Anglesea took little part in the conversation, but he listened andsmiled. 

After dinner, and during the long winter evening that followed, he vainlysought an opportunity of speaking alone with Mrs. Force. 

He did not fail because she shunned him, but because the little party kepttogether in the most persistent way, and he certainly could not ask Mrs. Force in the presence of all her family, to give him a private interview. He must wait his opportunity. 

CHAPTER VI

"IN MY LADY'S CHAMBER"

The next morning Col. Anglesea resolved to have a decisive conversationwith Mrs. Force before the day should be over. 

After breakfast he seated himself in the family parlor to await events. 

Soon Mr. Force came in to him. He was booted and spurred for a ride. 

"I am sorry to have to leave you again to-day, but you know a subpoena isa thing not to be defied, " he said. 

"Oh, don't mind me. Sorry to lose your company, but shall find somethingto do, no doubt, " replied the colonel. 

"I fear it would be quite useless to ask you to ride with me?"

"To court? To spend the day there? Yes, quite. I never permit myself to bebored if I can help it. "

"Good-day, then. "

"Good-day. I wish you a pleasant ride. "

"Thank you, " said Mr. Force. And he left the room. 

Anglesea kept his seat, and waited for the entrance of Mrs. Force. 

There was her workstand, her workbox, her easy-chair and her footstool, intheir cozy corner between the open fire and the side window, but she didnot come to occupy them. 

He knew at length that she was voluntarily absenting herself, in order toavoid a _tête-à-tête_ with him, to which, if she should come into thesitting room at this time of day, she would be obliged to subject herself, for at this hour all the children were in the schoolroom with theirgoverness, and Odalite with them, helping their German lesson. 

As soon as Col. Anglesea divined the reason of Mrs. Force's absence heresolved to lay a trap for her and catch her. 

So he went out into the hall, loudly called on one of the men servants tosaddle a horse for him, saying he was going to ride to the post office, made a great fuss putting on his overcoat, cap and gloves, and finally, when the horse was brought around to the door, threw himself into thesaddle, and galloped away with so much clatter and bang that the lady, wherever she might be lurking, could not fail to hear and know that he hadleft the house. 

And she did not fail to hear and know it; but she was so astonished at theunusual noise and confusion he made that she asked herself a questionwhich she would not have asked another:

"Is the man intoxicated at this early hour of the morning, that he behavesin this very disorderly manner? Well, I am glad he is gone. I hope it isfor all day. "

So saying, she went downstairs to the sitting room, feeling secure againsthis intrusion. 

She took up her work, a piece of silk embroidery, and began to trace theoutline of the pattern, humming a little air to herself. 

Less than half an hour had the lady sat at her needlework, when the dooropened softly. 

She heard the slight sound through the silence of the house, looked up, and saw Col. Anglesea enter the room and walk toward her. 

She started as if she had seen an apparition, and impulsively exclaimed:

"I thought you were miles away! I thought you had gone out for the day!"

"You heard me gallop off? Doubtless. I took a brisk ride along theturnpike as far as Chincapin Creek, turned down its banks to the shore, cantered along until I reached the bridle path leading up to your stables, and then dismounted, leaving my horse with the groom, and walked to thehouse. It was a brisk run, but it has done me good, " Col. Angleseaexplained, as, uninvited, he drew a chair toward the fire and seatedhimself at Mrs. Force's worktable, facing her. 

The lady gave her attention to the pattern of her embroidery, and made noreply. 

"If you had foreseen my quick return--certainly, if you had foreseen myerrand--I should not have found you here; you would have kept out of myway; and even if I had sent a message requesting to speak with you, youwould have made some excuse to decline or to defer the interview. "

"Perhaps I should. Why do you intrude upon my privacy, Col. Anglesea? Whatis it that you want now?" she inquired, with that blending of fear anddefiance in her tone and manner which fatally betrayed the weakness of herdefenses. 

"Friday, I wonder that you should dare to assume such airs toward me--aman who with one word could destroy you!" he answered. 

"Knave and coward that you are! Brute and demon as you are! you will notspeak that word here!" she muttered, intensely, under her breath, as shefixed her blazing blue eyes upon him. 

"There you go with your extravagant compliments again. You always weresuch a fascinating flatterer, Friday, " said the man, coolly taking up oneof her spools of silk and unwinding and rewinding it. "But as to that 'oneword, ' I certainly shall whisper it into Abel Force's ear, and also intothe ears of that many-headed, mighty magician known to us all as 'OurReporter, ' when he shall come to me, notebook and lead pencil in hand, tointerview me, and hear all the particulars, after the explosion shall beover. "

"And do you presume to suppose that you will be suffered to live afterthat?" demanded the lady. 

"Possibly not. In which case somebody else would have to be interviewed;but that would not help your cause. Come, Friday; the only possiblesalvation for you will be your full agreement to my terms of silence. "

"Oh! you unmitigated villain!"

"Quite so. I am no halfway weakling, as you know perfectly well--for thereare no secrets between us, Friday. You know, and therefore I need notremind you, that I never stop at any means to gain an end. I have an endin view just now. It is the price of my silence. "

"I wonder what new felonies you can possibly be meditating now?" bitterlydemanded the lady, in spite of her fears. 

"'What new'--what was the word?"

"Felonies! you ruthless fiend!"

"Ah! Certainly! Thanks! You are too good to say so! Ah--the--enterprise Ihave in hand just now is one in which you will promptly and zealously giveme all the help you possibly can--such effectual assistance, in point offact, as shall insure its success. "

"And if I do not?"

"'If you do not?' I have already told you the consequences. But you areslow to believe them. You do not really believe me to be so thorough-goingas you have been good enough to say that I am. You think that at the lastthere will be some relenting on my part. Disabuse yourself of thatillusion. Friday, listen to me: No condemned criminal standing on thetrapdoor of a scaffold ever occupied a more dangerous position than you donow. Refuse to co-operate with me in my purpose, and I give the signalthat seals your fate--I spring the trap that lets you drop at once intoperdition. That is all, my lady. "

"And yet, " groaned Elfrida Force, clasping her hands convulsivelytogether--"and yet neither I nor any one related to me have ever brokenany law of the land, or have ever been accused or even suspected ofbreaking one. "

"That should be a most precious and comforting reflection, Friday, especially if I should be obliged to spring that trap. Many unhappyvictims have met their doom with fortitude and resignation under suchcircumstances. "

"Cease! you dastard, cease!" cried the lady, wringing her hands. "Besilent! or tell me what it is you want, so I may know the worst at once!"

"Quite so. I will not only be silent now, but I will be mute henceforth. Yea, I will be dumb forever!--that is, on certain conditions. "

"What conditions? Why can't you name them? Are they so infamous that evenyou shrink from telling me? In a word, what do you want?"

"'In a word, ' then: I want--Odalite, " coolly replied the colonel. 

The lady gazed at the man with eyes slowly dilating with horror. 

"Odalite!" she gasped, under her breath. 

"Yes, if you please. I hear that the girl is considered marriageable. Ihear also a rumor to the effect that she may possibly be married to thatyoung midshipman who is expected home at Christmas--unless I supplant him, which I hope to do, for she cannot care for him really, you know, sincethey parted when they were boy and child. "

"But she does care for him. She loves him as he loves her. They havealways been devoted to each other, " indignantly retorted Elfrida Force. 

The colonel laughed insolently. 

"Boy and girl love! Puppy love! Pigeon love! We will soon change allthat. "

"If she did not care at all for Leonidas Force, still I know it is utterlyimpossible she should ever care for you. "

"I would make her love me--or pretend to do so. "

"Even if she were to become so deranged in mind, so demoralized in heartas to love you, I should never consent to such a monstrous marriage!"passionately declared Elfrida Force. 

"Oh, yes you would! You will, when you realize that unless you do, yourfamily peace and honor, your social position and prosperity--all you prizeand pride yourself upon--must suddenly fall and bury you and yours undertheir ruins. Are you prepared to meet such a catastrophe? Indeed, to pulldown destruction upon yourself, your husband, your daughters--all whom youlove and cherish? Are you prepared to see your name blazoned all over theworld as the subject of an unexampled scandal in high life? Are youprepared to see your husband and daughters--die of----Who can foreseetheir fate? Are you willing that this discovery should wreck and destroyyour home and your family, root and branch, and leave nothing of you butthe memory of one dishonored name behind? Are you ready to incur all thisirremediable woe and ruin? For be sure that in refusing me your daughter'shand, you do incur it. "

"Do you think, reckless knave as you are! do you think, even if I were solost to every sense of honor and decency as to wish to sacrifice my deardaughter, that she would ever be persuaded to become your wife?" said thelady, and her voice sounded hollow from the depths of her distress. 

"Oh, yes! certainly! when she hears, as she must hear, if necessary, allthat depends upon her consent. "

"She would die rather than be faithless to her betrothed. "

"Possibly, supposing that she cares for him--which is doubtful under thecircumstances--she might die rather than discard him; but do you not seethat she would discard him rather than bring upon her family unutterablemisery and degradation?"

"Do you not see--ruthless fiend that you are! do you not know, even if Iand my daughter were mad enough to favor your pretensions, that herfather, who alone has the disposal of her hand, would never, never consentto forego his cherished plan of uniting his heiress with one of her ownname, so that the family name may go down with the family estate toposterity--to give her to you, a stranger, an adventurer for aught heknows?"

"Most certainly he would--and he will, when he should believe, as he mustbe made to believe, that his dear daughter has ceased to care for thatsailor whose very face she has almost forgotten, and that she has learnedto love a certain gay and gallant soldier--has left the navy for the army, so to speak! And when he hears that her happiness, if you please--herhappiness, depends upon her marriage with him! And so on and so on! Youknow how to manage both father and daughter! I leave the matter entirelyin your hands! But understand this--Odalite must be my wife before thatyoung midshipman returns home to make trouble. And the marriage must bemade to appear to everybody to be her own choice. You may give the girl asmuch or as little of your confidence as you see fit, only make her clearlycomprehend the consequences of her refusal. When she accepts, as she mustaccept, my proposal, let her know and feel the absolute necessity of herseeming to wish the marriage, especially when in the presence of herfather. You understand. It is useless to prolong a painful interview. Ileave you to carry out my instructions, " said the colonel; and rising, with a low bow, he left the room. 

As soon as he was gone the miserable woman started up from her seat, clasped her hands above her head, and walked wildly up and down the room, muttering to herself like any maniac:

"Oh, wretch! wretch! wretch! to stretch me upon such a rack! to put me tosuch straits! If it were not for Abel! If it were not for my dear, noble, generous husband, I could brave the worst for myself--and, yes, even formy children! I could take them and go away into exile, poverty, obscurity. I could meet any fate for myself, or for them, rather than sacrifice mychild to such a beast as Angus Anglesea! But--but--I cannot see Abel'snoble head bowed in grief and shame! I cannot! I cannot! So if theMinotaur persists in demanding the maiden, she must be thrown to him. There is no deliverance--no deliverance!"

CHAPTER VII

THE WOOD-WALK

The "Minotaur" did persist, you may be sure! A beautiful girl and a richinheritance were not to be given up by him for any scruples of conscienceor movements of pity. 

He wooed Odalite in the face of her evident aversion, which soon grew todetestation. 

He followed her about, joined her in her walks, surprised her in hersolitude; he would take no hint from her avoidance, no offense at hercoldness, no rebuff from her rudeness; but would take her hand with such apressure, look at her with such a gaze, speak to her in such a tone aswould make the girl's blood run cold with a horrible abhorrence which shecould not comprehend. 

This went on for a week before the affair came to a crisis. 

She had stolen out of the house to avoid him. It was a splendid winterday, and very mild for the season. 

She resolved to take a long walk through the woods, even so far asChincapin Creek, a mile and a half away. 

Calling the bulldog, Joshua, after her, she set out with a brisk step overthe frozen ground, dry with stubble and shining with frost, and throughthe bare wood, still glittering with icicles, that were, however, fastmelting under the sun's rays. 

When she reached Chincapin Creek she sat down on a large stone, over whichshe had thrown an extra shawl, and she rested in the thought that there atleast she might remain for a little time without being disturbed either bythe intrusion of her "black beast" or by a summons to attend him. 

But she was mistaken. 

He, who had watched her every movement, and even by some devilishinspiration seemed to know her every intention beforehand--he, lurking inthe shade of the curtain, and looking from his chamber window, had seenher come out of the house, warmly dressed in her quaint walking suit of abrown cloth winter cloak "all buttoned up before, " and brown beaver pokebonnet tied down under her chin, cross the lawn and pass out of the southgate toward the woods beyond--followed by the faithful house dog. 

He knew instinctively why she had left the house and where she was going. 

He waited until she had entered the wood, and then he left his hidingplace, drew on his overcoat, took his hat and gloves, went downstairs andleft the house in pursuit of her. 

He walked fast until he came into the woods, where he heard her voice afew rods ahead of him talking to her dog. 

Then he slackened his pace and walked softly behind her. The closeness ofthe undergrowth prevented him from catching even a glimpse of her littlepoke bonnet; but he still heard her talking to her dog. 

Presently these sounds ceased, and he crept cautiously on and found hersitting on a stone at the further end of the rustic bridge that crossedChincapin Creek, with the dog lying at her feet. 

Joshua never could abide Anglesea, and his threatening growl was the firstwarning that Odalite had of the approach of her natural enemy. 

"You should not walk alone in these woods, my dear Miss Force, " he said, coming up to her side and leaning on the railing of the bridge as he bentover her. 

"I am not alone. The dog is with me, and he would not let any one injureor even annoy me. See! if I had not now his head on my lap and my handsaround his neck, he would fly at you even. Easy--easy, Joshua, goodfellow!" she added, softly caressing the guardian who was showing histeeth and muttering low thunder. 

"I hope I do not annoy you. Miss Force, " he pleaded, in a persuasive tone, as he bent nearer to her. 

"If I speak the truth, Col. Anglesea, I must say that you certainly do, "replied the girl, drawing the short ears of her dog through her fingersand watching the process as if it required care. 

"In what way am I so unfortunate?"

"You know very well; you follow me wherever I go, and intrude on me when Iwish to be alone. I am sorry to speak so to my dear father's guest; butyou should remember that you are his guest and not his daughter's, andshould give him a little of your society, instead of pressing it all uponme!"

"The steel must follow the magnet! The moth must fly to the flame! And I, beautiful Odalite, must follow you! I have no choice. "

"You are talking absurdities, quite unworthy of a man of your age, Col. Anglesea, " replied Odalite, without looking up, and unconsciously pullingher dog's ears so hard that even Joshua's great patience gave way, firstin a deprecating whine that produced no effect; and then in a despairinghowl that quickly brought his mistress to a sense of her cruelty. Sheapologized to the victim so earnestly and caressed him so tenderly thatJoshua grew ashamed of his want of doghood, and began to assure hismistress, in eloquent dumb show, that it was all a misapprehension on herpart; that he wasn't hurt at all; that she never did hurt him and nevercould; that, in face, he was howling at--well, at the squirrel over yonderon the tree; or, yes, at the turkey buzzard flying overhead. 

Meanwhile Col Anglesea looked on in disgust. 

"And do you think, my dear young lady, that this childish play is quiteworthy of your years?" he inquired. 

"Yes! quite!" she answered, gravely. 

"Will you listen to me for a moment?"

"I would rather not, Col. Anglesea; but perhaps, after all, I had betterhear what you have to say and get it over. Then, probably, I shall havesome peace. "

He seated himself on the railing of the bridge, above and a little behindher. And then he made an ardent declaration of his love and an offer ofhis hand. 

Odalite grew pale and cold as she listened to him, not in fear, but inwrath, disgust and abhorrence. 

"Has my father authorized you to speak to me on this subject, Col. Anglesea?" she inquired, in a freezing tone, without looking at him. 

"No, my dearest one; but your mother has. "

Odalite shook her head with derisive incredulity. Col. Anglesea continuedas if he had not seen her gesture:

"And I want your authority to speak to your father of these my mostcherished hopes. "

"Then, sir, you need not trouble him on the subject. I suppose, sir, thatI ought to thank you for the honor you have done me by this offer, but Ihave to assure you that it is utterly impossible for me to accept it, " shesaid, in the same icy tone, and without glancing toward him. 

"Oh, why, my dear Miss Force?" he inquired, with an insinuating smile, ashe bent down to look in her face. 

But she kept her eyes averted, as she answered, coldly:

"Because I have long been engaged to my cousin, Mr. Leonidas Force, who iscoming home at Christmas, when we shall be married and go to live atGreenbushes, as you know very well, Col. Anglesea, for you have heard thewhole matter freely discussed. You know this so well that I am surprisedat the inconsistency of your action in offering me your hand. "

"That childish engagement, made so long ago--if it was ever formally madeat all, which is doubtful--really amounts to nothing whatever! It couldform no obstacle to your union with me. "

"You mistake, sir. Although the engagement was not formal, it was so wellunderstood that all the preparations have been ordered and begun by bothparties. But that you may clearly understand me, Col. Anglesea, and thatyou may drop this matter at once and forever, I must assure you that if Iwere entirely free I could never accept your offer, because I could neverlike you well enough. "

Notwithstanding her decided refusal and frank explanation, Anglesea wouldtake no denial, but continued to press his odious suit, until at lengthJoshua, seeing his mistress' distress, and knowing who caused it, startedup and made a spring at the man's throat. Quick as lightning Odaliteseized the dog by the collar and drew him down. 

"You see, " she said, "if you continue to persecute me, I shall not be ableto keep the dog off you. I think you had better go home. "

"And I think you had better quiet that brute! For if he should attack meagain, I shall shoot him dead, " exclaimed Anglesea, savagely, drawing asmall revolver from his pocket and holding it in his hand. 

The girl looked up at the man for the first time since they had met in thewood, but it was with a gaze so fearless, so full of scorn, that theruffian's eyes fell beneath it. 

"Come, Joshua, good dog, let us go home. We have 'fallen among thieves'this morning. Our woods are no longer safe for you and me. They areinfested with brigands! Do you know what a brigand is, Joshua? A brigandis a fine, brave, terrible soldier, who is not afraid of anything! Noteven afraid of insulting young ladies and shooting their faithful dogs. When armed to the teeth, he is the terror of little boys and baby girls. Come, Joshua!"

She arose, and keeping her hand on the dog's collar, recrossed the bridge, and walked leisurely along the woodland path. 

Col. Anglesea left his perch on the railing, and, with a mocking smile, sauntered after her. 

She turned upon him with flashing eyes. 

"Keep your distance, sir! If you presume to come near me, as I live, Iwill go to my father as soon as I get home, and appeal to him forprotection from you!" she said, still holding a firm grip upon the collarof Joshua, who was grimly showing his teeth and growling

 "Full defiance, hate and scorn"

of the intruder on his mistress' company. 

Now that Mr. Force should hear of Angus Anglesea's suit to his daughterfrom herself, and at this stage of the proceedings, was a misfortune thatCol. Anglesea would most earnestly have deprecated. So he bowed with mocksubmission and replied:

"Pardon me, I will say no more. Your mother must be my advocate with you. I must send her to you to plead my cause. "

And with another and a deeper bow he stepped to the side of the path andlet the girl and her dog pass on before him. 

CHAPTER VIII

IN THE CRUCIBLE

He promptly kept his word. He struck into the woods, made a short detour, and came out again upon the path some yards in front of Odalite and herguardian. Walking rapidly, he arrived at home before her. 

He went immediately in search of Mrs. Force, whom he found at her piano inthe drawing room. 

"I must have a few moments uninterrupted conversation with you. Where canI best secure it?"

"Here, " she answered, wearily. "No one is likely to enter and disturbyou. "

"Very well, then. Here be it, " he assented, walking down the room to agroup of chairs near the open fire. 

She arose and followed him. 

As soon as they were seated he said:

"I have just left your daughter. I have made her an offer of my hand. "

"Well?"

"She refused it. "

"Just what you might have expected. "

"Thank you. "

"What next?"

"I am not a man to be repulsed. I pressed my suit with some earnestpersistency. "

"And then?"

"She threatened to appeal to her father for protection against me. "

"Poor Odalite! Poor child!" murmured the unhappy mother. 

"Poor idiot!" brutally exclaimed the man. "See here, madam, I shall insistupon this marriage. If she is permitted to appeal to her father at thispoint I shall be disappointed, but you will be lost. You must see the girlat once, before the return of her father this evening. You must induce herto accept me for her husband. She must be made to do so, or pretend to doso, willingly, joyfully. You know best what arguments to use with her. Youmust also persuade your husband to consent to the marriage, for the sakeof his dear daughter's happiness, you understand. "

"For the sake of his dear daughter's 'happiness'!" moaned Elfrida Force, in mournful irony. 

"Yes. I repeat it. For the sake of her happiness. How, under existingcircumstances, should her happiness be best preserved, do you think? Bymarrying that young naval officer, and seeing, as a consequence, the ruinand dishonor of her whole family, and, bitterest of all, being made tofeel the shame and regret of her own young husband for having married her, the daughter of----"

"Wretch! hold your tongue!" exclaimed Elfrida Force, clasping her headwith both hands. 

"Or, " relentlessly continued the man, "would her happiness be best securedby marrying me, who, knowing the skeleton in the closet, accepts it withother family incumbrances, and keeps it closely locked up from theknowledge of all, since his honor is then also concerned in itsconcealment, and in the social rank and domestic peace of his newrelations? Now, then, answer me. Which fate is to be preferred for yourdaughter?"

"Oh, demon! I think a marriage with you the worst possible fate that couldbefall my child. If she only were in question I would--oh, my Lord, howgladly!--lay her in her coffin rather than give her to you. But it is notof her that I am thinking most, " moaned the lady, almost unconsciously, asshe bowed her weary head upon her hand. 

No, nor was it over the child, but over the husband she was mourning--theadored husband--the proud, sensitive, honorable man, whose head would bebowed to the dust with shame at any reproach, however undeserved, thatmight fall upon his wife. 

Who cannot foresee the result of such a contest? Before the end of theinterview the mother had consented to offer up her child, that the wifemight save her husband. 

Angus Anglesea left the room triumphant. 

Elfrida Force crept up to her bedchamber, opened a little medicine chest, took from it a small vial containing a colorless liquid, poured out a fewdrops in a wineglass half full of water, and drank off the sedative. 

This was not the first occasion on which the unhappy lady had felt herselfobliged to resort to deadening drugs to enable her to bear the presence ofAngus Anglesea in the house. 

Then she locked her medicine chest, and went down to the sitting room, and, calling a servant, said:

"Watch for Miss Odalite. She is out walking. As soon as she returns askher to come immediately to me. "

"Miss Odalite is comin', ma'am. I seen her just now a-comin' froo de soufgate, " replied the negro boy. 

"Then go and meet her, and ask her to come to me. "

"Yes, ma'am, " replied the boy, darting out to do his errand. 

In a few moments Odalite came in, looking anxiously at her mother. 

"You sent for me, mamma. You are not well. Have you a headache?" sheinquired, tenderly. 

"No, darling, a heartache, rather. Lay off your bonnet and coat, Odalite, and come here and sit beside me on this sofa. "

Odalite obeyed, still full of vague forebodings. 

"I hear, my love, " said the lady, putting her arm around the girl's slightwaist, as they sat together, "that a great honor has been offered you thismorning. "

Odalite looked up, uneasily. 

"Do you understand me, darling?" the lady inquired, gently pressing theform of her child, and gazing fondly in her face. 

"I--I--think I know what you allude to, mamma; but--I did not consider itan honor, " faltered the girl, dropping her eyes. 

"Col. Anglesea has offered you his hand. Is it not so?"

"Yes, mamma. "

"Col. Anglesea is a gentleman of the highest social position. Icongratulate you, my darling. "

"But, mother! mother!" Odalite exclaimed in alarm. "I have declined Col. Anglesea's offer!"

"Have you, my dear? Then you acted very hastily and inconsiderately. Youwill think better of it and accept it, " said the lady, very gravely. 

"Oh, no, no, mamma! Never! never! How could I think of doing such a thing, when I am on the very eve of marriage with Le?"

"My daughter, you were too hasty in that matter also. That childishengagement--which was no binding one, after all--need not and must notprevent your forming a more desirable union with Col. Anglesea, " urged thelady, almost in the very words used by the colonel himself when pressinghis suit with Odalite. 

"Oh, mother! mother! surely you do not advocate----Oh, mother! mother!Spare me! Do not urge me into such a dreadful act!" exclaimed the girl, starting up in a wild excitement. 

"Sit down and calm yourself, my dear child, and listen to me. "

Odalite threw herself on the sofa, and buried her face in its cushions. 

"Col. Anglesea belongs to one of the noblest families in the north ofEngland, " continued the lady. "He is a neighbor and friend of my father. He can give you a high position among the landed gentry of England. "

"But, oh, mother! dear mother! dear mother! I do not want a high positionanywhere! and especially in a foreign country, where I should be separatedfrom you and father and my little sisters!" sobbed the girl, with her facedown in the cushions. 

"But, my dear, you are very young, and you do not know what is good foryou. I, your mother, so much older, so much more experienced, surely doknow what is best for your happiness. And, Odalite, I have set my heart onyour marriage with this gentleman. If you should persist in your rejectionof his suit I should be more than disappointed; I should be deeplygrieved; yes, grieved beyond measure, Odalite. "

This, and much more to the same purpose, was strongly and persistentlyurged by the mother, until Odalite, frightened, distressed and overwhelmedby her vehemence, earnestness and persistence, fell half conquered at thelady's feet, with the cry that opened this story:

"Mother! oh, mother! it will break my heart!"

Yet not for that would the lady yield. And not for that did she pause. Butafter more caressings, more persuasion, and more arguments--seeing thatnothing less than the knowledge of the dread secret which had blighted herown bright youth could ever win Odalite to consent to the only sacrificethrough which that secret would be kept--the mother, as has been alreadytold, drew her daughter off to the seclusion of her own bedchamber, wherethey remained shut up for two hours. 

At the end of that time Odalite came out alone, looking, oh! so changed, as if the bright and blooming girl of sixteen had suddenly become a sadand weary woman. 

With her face pale and drawn, her forehead puckered into painful furrows, her eyes red and sunken, her lips shrunken down at the corners, her headbent, her form bowed, her steps feeble, she went like a woman walking inher sleep, straight down the stairs, down the hall and through the frontdoor to the piazza, where she found Col. Anglesea walking slowly up anddown the floor and smoking. 

At her approach he threw away his cigar and turned to meet her, eagerexpectation on his face. 

She went and stood before him, and said, with a strange, cold steadiness:

"Col. Anglesea, I have come to tell you that you may go to my father andask his permission for you to marry me. You may also say to him, from me, that I hope he will give his consent, because--it will be a fiendishfalsehood; but never mind that; you can tell it--because the marriage willsecure my happiness. "

CHAPTER IX

SUITOR AND FATHER

When Odalite had signified her acceptance of the suit of Anglesea, although she had expressed herself in not too flattering language, thegallant colonel would have assumed the rôle of a favored lover andadvanced to embrace her; but she lifted both hands and turned away herhead with a look of repulsion calculated to cool the ardor of the warmestsuitor, as she cried, sternly:

"Stand back! Do not dare to lay a finger on me! I do not belong to you! Iam not yet your property! You are not my owner! You have not received myfather's permission to take possession of me! Go to him and tell him thefalsehood you first suggested! Oh! how I hate you!"

And pale and cold and hard as she always was in his presence, with aloathing that was too deep for flush of cheek or flash of eye, she turnedand re-entered the house. 

He looked after her with a perfectly demoniacal expression of mingledlonging and malignity, muttering:

"Oh, very well, my lady! It is your day now! But it will be mine soon! Andthen I shall know how to reduce you to submission. "

He took another cigar from his pocket case, lighted it and recommenced hisslow walk up and down the porch, smoking as before. 

So far his plan had succeeded. The mother's consent to his marriage withthe heiress had been wrung from her through her fears for her husband. Thedaughter's consent had been wheedled from her through her love for hermother. These certainly seemed the most important steps toward ultimatetriumph. But yet there remained the father's consent to be obtained. Andthis, which at first seemed of little moment, now grew into something ofgrave consideration. 

To be sure, he could easily go to Mr. Force and tell him that he loved hisdaughter, and that he wished to marry her; also that he had been sofortunate as to win such an interest in her heart as to make this marriagea matter in which her life's happiness was concerned. 

He could say all this and more, without troubling himself about itstruthfulness; and so far, well. 

But how should he justify himself to his host for having taken advantageof opportunity and abused hospitality by seeking the affections of theyoung daughter of his host, when he knew that her father cherished othermatrimonial intentions for her, in which she also had perfectly coincided, until allured from her fidelity by the trusted guest of the house?

Ay! how should he explain all this to Mr. Force?

Not so very easily; but, then, Col. Anglesea was a very plausible person, and Mr. Force was one of the least suspicious among men. 

Anglesea, walking up and down the porch, and puffing away at his cigar, resolved to put on an air of blunt, soldierly frankness; tell Mr. Force--what he chose to call--the state of the case, and leave the affairin her father's hands, to be dealt with as he should see fit--knowing fullwell what the event would be. 

Now that the girl's consent to the marriage was secured, and her lips weresealed as to her own feelings on the subject, Col. Anglesea had no fearsof the final result; nor was he in such special haste as to think itnecessary to trouble Mr. Force with his suit on this same night, when thegood gentleman should return, weary from his day's attendance at court. 

Therefore he resolved to defer the important interview until the nextmorning, when his own method of procedure might also be more matured. 

Mr. Force, in fact, came home rather late that evening. Tea had been keptwaiting for him so long that it was nearly nine o'clock when the familyassembled around the table. 

There were Mr. And Mrs. Force, Col. Anglesea, Miss Meeke, Wynnette andElva; but there was one absentee. 

"Where is Odalite?" inquired her father, looking around the table. 

"She has gone to bed with a nervous headache, " replied her mother. 

"Nothing serious, I hope, " said the father, uneasily. 

"Oh, no, nothing at all serious, " answered the mother. 

"I never knew Odalite to have a headache in her life before, " said Mr. Force. 

"No, but then--

 "'Such things must begin, some day, '"

quoted the lady, with a forced smile. 

Col. Anglesea engaged Mr. Force in conversation to draw off his attentionfrom Mrs. Force, who seemed to have some difficulty in maintaining herself-possession. 

After tea his host proposed a game of whist, and the party of four grownpeople sat down to a rubber. 

Col. Anglesea and Mrs. Force played against Mr. Force and Miss Meeke. 

The colonel and the hostess beat the rubber. And soon afterward the circleseparated and retired to rest. 

It was just after breakfast the next morning when Col. Anglesea said tohis host:

"Force, can you give me a few moments private conversation before you goaway this morning?"

"Certainly. Come in here, " said the master of the house, leading the wayto the vacant drawing room, and wondering much what Anglesea couldpossibly have to say to him in private. 

"You will be very much surprised, and, I fear, very much displeased atwhat I am about to say to you; and yet, Force, I must say it. No othercourse is open to me, as a man of honor!" began Col. Anglesea, when thekey was turned in the door and both men were seated. 

"Whatever can you have to say to me that requires such deep solemnity ofintroduction?" demanded Mr. Force, with a light laugh, and yet with someuneasiness. 

"It is this, then. Do not be offended. But I cannot help it--I love yourdaughter!" said the colonel, with that affectation of bluntness he haddetermined upon. 

Mr. Force, with hands on knees, bent forward and stared at the speaker. 

"You--love--my--daughter!" he slowly repeated. 

"Yes! I cannot help it. If it be a crime, I cannot help it! If I were tobe shot for it, I could not help it!"

"But, man alive! she is only sixteen, and you must be near forty! Quiteold enough to be her father!"

"Yes, quite! You are right, and that is the worst of it! And doubtless Iam a fool! But there! I love her! I cannot help it, I say!"

"But, dear me, Anglesea, you know it is of no sort of use your lovingOdalite. She is to marry her cousin, you know. "

"Yes, I know. "

"I am very sorry for this, Anglesea. "

"If it were only myself that is concerned I pledge you my word of honorthat I would go away at once and bear my disappointment like a man. But, oh! Force, it is not only myself. I am not the only one whose happiness isat stake in this matter, " said the colonel, solemnly. 

Mr. Force stared at him uneasily. 

"You do not mean--you do not mean---- What do you mean, man?" he demandedat length. 

"Let me be perfectly frank with you, Mr. Force. Nothing was further frommy--from our--intention than that which has happened. We drifted intothis. When I discovered that my heart was irrevocably given to yourdaughter, and remembered that you had other views for her than my pooralliance, I was shocked and disgusted with myself, and I would havefinished my long visit here, and would have gone away to distract mysorrow in extended travel; but when, too late, I also discoveredthat--well, it seems strange--but there is no accounting for suchoccurrences. "

"In a word, what do you mean?" demanded Mr. Force, more and moredisturbed. 

"I mean that this attachment is reciprocal; that your lovely daughterreturns my affection. Seeing that--as a man of honor, not to say a man inlove--what could I do? I have made your daughter an offer of my hand, subject to your approval. She bids me say to you that her happiness isdependent on your consent to our marriage, and then to give the matterentirely in your hands, where I now place it, and leave it. "

"Good heavens, Anglesea! this is a great shock to me! a very great shock!"exclaimed Mr. Force. 

"I am sorry for it--very sorry. We place ourselves absolutely at yourdisposal, and submit ourselves to your will. We can do no more. "

"How long has this been going on?"

"I think I must have begun to love your daughter from the first hour inwhich I saw her; but I think the growth of the interest was so gradualthat I was not conscious of it until it was too late. "

"When you put it to me as a hypothetical case, whether, if my daughter'shappiness were involved in some other marriage, I would consent to foregomy cherished plan of marrying her to her cousin, had you this case ofyours and hers in view?"

"Not consciously. But we are such 'self-deceivers ever' that I may havehad this at the bottom of my heart. "

"My girl has been looking ill and out of spirits lately. Poor child!" saidthe father, reflectively. "Now, is her loss of bloom and cheerfulnesscaused by this affair between you?"

"I will tell you as truly as I can what has been on her mind, " said thecolonel, with a show of the most perfect candor. "She is strugglingbetween her sense of duty to you and her affection for me. She thinks sheought to marry the young midshipman because you have set your heart on herdoing so; and yet she does not wish to marry any one except your unworthyservant here present. This terrible struggle has been too much for her. Yesterday I proposed that we should end it all by coming to you, making afull confession for both of us, and leaving our fate in your hands. "

"It is a terrible shock! a terrible shock! Have you spoken to hermother?"

"Yes; but she very properly referred me to you. "

There was a pause of some moments, during which Mr. Force arose from hisseat and walked uneasily up and down the whole length of the drawing roomseveral times. Finally he stopped before the colonel, and said:

"Anglesea, this has been so sudden--so utterly unexpected--that I feelbewildered by it all. I cannot trust myself to give you an answer thismorning. I must have a talk with her mother--yes, and with herself. I musttry and get at the bottom of this change of sentiment in my daughter. Imust leave you now. "

"I thank you, Force, for the indulgence with which you have heard me. Ifeel like a very villain to have come into your house, accepted yourprincely hospitality and used the opportunity and abused the trust soviciously as to have won the heart of your daughter, and to havedisappointed all your cherished hopes of another alliance for her. All Ican say is----"

"Say no more, my dear Anglesea. These things cannot be prevented. 'Thedemands of the heart are absolute. ' The fault--the presumption--was mine, in daring to think that any human being could make a match for another. Indaring to try to make a match between my daughter and her cousin merely togratify my ambition of sending the family name down to posterity with thefamily estate. There should be no 'parental' or other interference in suchsacred matters. You and my daughter have become attached to each other. Itis enough. I must speak to her mother, and, if need be, we must both bearour disappointment as we best can. "

"But, my dear Force, if you feel this so deeply, there need be no finaldisappointment. Your fair daughter is very young. She may soon be able toforget me in the attractive society of some other and more favored suitor. As for me, I can go away; and though it is not likely that one of my age, loving for the first time in my life, will ever be able to forget my love, yet I hope I am man enough to bear my sorrow without complaint. Come, mykind host, the case is really at your disposal, " said the colonel, with anair of frank generosity that would have deceived an angel. 

"You are a noble fellow, Anglesea! A noble, open-minded fellow! I mustconsider my daughter. I must consider my daughter! And I have no doubtthat this affair will end as you wish. "

"You are really too good--too self-sacrificing! I, too, should consideryour dear daughter's welfare above all other interests. But, see here, Force, in the event of my ever becoming the happy husband of your eldestchild, what should there be to hinder me from taking the family name? I amthe younger son of such a long line of younger sons that the marquisatemust be at least a hundred removes from me, or I from the marquisate, whichever you like. So your cherished hope may yet be fulfilled in me. "

"You are generous, Anglesea! I had not thought of such a concession fromyou. I should not have presumed to suggest it. "

"What possible concession would I not make in order not only to win thedaughter, but to satisfy the father?"

"Thank you, thank you, Anglesea! I will speak to you further on thesubject when I have conferred with my wife. There is my horse, " he said, glancing through the front window, "and I must be off now to meet myengagement. Good-morning. "

And Mr. Force warmly shook the hand of his guest, and left the room. 

He paused in the front hall for a few moments, and seemed to fumble a gooddeal with his overcoat, gloves and hat before he finally appeared on theoutside equipped for his journey. 

Then he hastily threw himself into his saddle, and rode off, attended byhis mounted groom. 

Col. Anglesea walked leisurely down to the stables, chose a horse to hismind, ordered him to be saddled and brought up to the house, and then hereturned to prepare himself for a "constitutional" gallop along thehighroad. 

Mrs. Force confined herself to her own room that day. 

Odalite walked out into the woods, and then down to the seashore, followedby her faithful companion, Joshua. 

The two younger children remained shut up in the schoolroom with MissMeeke, diligently preparing for their home examination, that was to earnfor them, if satisfactorily passed, many Christmas premiums and a longChristmas holiday. 

And so the bright and kindly winter day passed. 

When Col. Anglesea came home to dinner he found only Miss Meeke and thetwo little girls in the dining room. 

Miss Meeke apologized for the absence of the ladies, pleading that Mrs. Force was suffering from indisposition, and that Miss Force was attendingher; and with this explanation the governess took the head of the table. 

Col. Anglesea politely expressed his regret, and then made himself asagreeable as possible to the remaining party. 

It was so very late when Mr. Force returned that, finding the family hadalready taken tea, he declined the refreshment offered by Miss Meeke, andpleading fatigue, excused himself and retired, expressing hissatisfaction, however, that the trial which had occupied so much of histime was at length happily concluded. 

CHAPTER X

HUSBAND AND WIFE

Mr. Force was not obliged to ride to town the next day, for which he wasthankful. 

All the family met around the breakfast table in high spirits, with theexception of Mrs. Force and her daughter, Odalite, both of whom were paleand almost silent, trying to overcome their depression of spirits and totake a lively part in the conversation, but failing signally. 

Col. Anglesea kept the ball rolling, however, by talking gayly to MissMeeke, Wynnette and Elva, and sometimes gravely to Mr. Force or others. 

Mr. Force watched his wife and daughter very anxiously, and drew his ownconclusions from the false premises laid down by Col. Anglesea. 

"My dear wife is troubled about Odalite, and Odalite is troubled aboutherself. They both think that I shall forbid the attentions of Anglesea, and insist on the claims of Leonidas Force. Strange that my dear onesshould imagine that I, of all people, could forbid anything they wish, orinsist on anything they dislike. I must set their dear hearts at easewithout delay. "

Immediately after breakfast, leaving the other members of the family todisperse and pursue their various avocations, he followed his wife intoher sitting room, where he found her at her worktable, in her usual cornerbetween the fireplace and the side window. 

He closed the door, turned the key, and came and sat beside her. 

She looked up in his face uneasily. 

He took her hand gently within his own and said:

"Elfrida, dear, why can't you trust me? Why have you troubled yourself fordays with a question that should have been settled satisfactorily on itsfirst arising? Tell me. "

She started slightly, and looked at him intently. 

Had he discovered anything? Did he suspect anything?

But no! The honest black eyes fixed on hers had no expression but perfectlove and faith. 

"Why didn't you tell me, wife, that Odalite had given her heart toAnglesea? Did you think that I was so selfish as to sacrifice my ownchild--your child--to my private ambition? No, Elfrida! No, dear! Neverthink so hardly of me. "

She could not reply. She burst into tears, covered her face with herhands, and sobbed convulsively. 

"Don't! Don't, Elfrida! You distress yourself with thinking that I amdisappointed in my plans for our dear girl. But I am not, really. It cameupon me quite suddenly, you see, and I was not prepared for the thought ofsuch a change. And so, you see, just at first, perhaps, I might haveexpressed more feeling of disappointment at the time than the matterjustified. And----Well, I suppose Anglesea has told you, and you distressyourself on my account. "

"Anglesea has told me nothing that passed in his interview with you, dearAbel. Indeed, we have not exchanged a word on the subject since he spoketo you of it, " said Mrs. Force, trying to suppress her sobs and calm heremotion. 

"Then why should you grieve so, dear? I am really not so muchdisappointed, after all; for, indeed, Anglesea behaved in such a frank, noble, generous manner, confessing the whole case to me, telling me howthey--himself and Odalite--drifted into this attachment unawares, until itwas too late to recede; and how, when he perceived that he loved her withall his heart and soul, he would have gone away rather than have sought towin her from the youth her parents had chosen for her husband; but how, when he discovered that his love was returned by her, he felt himselfbound as a man of honor to declare his affection and offer her his hand, subject to her father's approval. "

"He--told you this?" demanded the lady, in a husky tone, turning away herhead to conceal the look of scorn and hatred she could not entirelysuppress. 

"Yes, dear! he told me this; and then--he left the case in my hands withperfect submission. Could any action have been more manly andstraightforward? And she, too--Heaven bless her, she, too! She sent meword, through him, that though her heart was fixed on Angus Anglesea, yetshe submitted herself entirely to my will, and would obey my commands. Didever father have such a daughter, so gentle, so dutiful, so obedient asOdalite? Or did ever girl have such a lover, so noble, generous andmagnanimous as Anglesea? Why--fine fellow--he felt for my disappointmentas if it had been his own; and he exaggerated it, as I have told you! Andhe offered--dear fellow--to merge his own name in ours, so that mycherished wish to send the patronymic down with the estate might becarried out. "

"But that will not be necessary, " said the lady, recovering from heremotion, and with a grim smile arising out of her own thoughts. 

"How, not necessary, my dear?"

"In this way: Leonidas Force, who is but twenty-one, can afford to waittwo years and marry Wynnette, who will then be of marriageable age. Theycan live at Greenbushes, and in due course of time they can succeed ushere at Mondreer. "

"But Mondreer is the heritage of our eldest daughter. "

"Not necessarily; not by entail, only by tradition and custom. You canleave your estate to whom you please; though, of course, you need notthink of leaving it to any one; for you may hold it yourself for fiftyyears to come. You are not forty, and you may live to be ninety. But whenyou do leave it, it would be better to leave it to Wynnette. "

"And--Odalite?"

"You lose sight of one matter, dear Abel--the future possibilities of oureldest daughter. "

"I--do not quite understand. Anglesea, I know, has no very greatexpectations from any quarter, and so if he should marry Odalite they mayneed Mondreer; and Anglesea has promised to take the family name that itmay go down with the estate. "

"I think I can show you that the estate of Mondreer can be secured to theForces by the marriage of Leonidas Force with our second daughter, muchbetter than it ever could be by the marriage of any one, whether LeonidasForce, Angus Anglesea, or another, with our eldest daughter. "

"I wish you would tell me, then, dear, for I am in a maze. "

"Have you forgotten that the Earldom of Enderby, failing male heirs, descends to the female line? 'falls to the distaff, ' as old writers callit?"

"No, I have not forgotten it, for I never knew it, " replied honest Abel, lifting his eyebrows. 

"Know it now, then! I have never spoken of this matter to you before;because, indeed, I have seldom thought of it at all, and nothing hasoccurred until now to recall it to my mind; but it is a fact of tooserious importance to be overlooked at this crisis. Reflect now, thatthere is only one frail life between me and the heirship of my father'searldom--the life of my epileptic half-brother Francis, who, inheritingthe malady of his beautiful young mother who perished in her youth, hasdeclared that he will never marry to perpetuate such a misfortune. "

"We will not, dear, speculate on the possible early death of yourbrother, " said Abel Force, gravely and tenderly, but without the slightestshade of rebuke in his tones. 

"No, we will not speculate; but we cannot avoid thinking of the possible, and, indeed, the very probable future of our eldest daughter, and guideourselves accordingly, " replied the lady. 

"In what way?" gently inquired her husband. 

"In this way, then: We must admit that it is not at all unlikely that oureldest daughter may live to inherit her grandfather's earldom and becomeCountess of Enderby in her own right. In which case, should she be livinghere, the wife of an American citizen, she must either lose all theprivileges of her rank and title or else go to England and reside upon herestates there, leaving this place in the hands of strangers. I do not saythat she would be legally obliged to take this alternative, but she wouldbe conventionally and practically constrained to do so. Whereas, if sheshould marry an English gentleman, all would be well with her; she wouldthen in any case make her home in England, and when she should inherit theEarldom of Enderby she could enter upon her new dignities without anydisturbance of her domestic or social life. And if, in addition to this, Le should wed Wynnette, all would be well with them and with Mondreer; theold estate would remain in the old name. Don't you see?"

"Yes, I see. It is all for the best, of course. All for the best. So Ishall tell my little girl. I long to tell her, face to face, how wellsatisfied I am, and should be in any event, that she should pleaseherself. I want to tell her how well I think of her choice--how nobly Ithink he has acted, and--many things that will bring back the roses to hercheeks and the laughter to her lips. But I will not tell her of her futurebrilliant possibilities in England, and I hope that you have not doneso. "

"No, never!"

"Quite right. I would have her build her hopes of happiness on betterfoundations. Where can I find her?"

"She is in her own room; but I would not talk to her to-day. She is soshaken. Her little, tender heart is so pained--now that she has decided toplease herself--to think of the suffering she may cause Le. "

"Oh, that is what is the matter with her, is it? Well, tell her Le mustconsole himself with Wynnette! Oh, it will all come right! I am quiteconfident that it will all come right!" happily concluded the honestsquire, rising to leave the room. 

He stooped and kissed his wife and then went out whistling an old huntingtune. 

CHAPTER XI

FATHER AND DAUGHTER

He went to the stables, mounted his cob and ambled all over hisplantation, looking after such work as could only go on at this season ofthe year--mending of fences, repair of outbuildings, of agriculturalimplements, and so forth. 

Then he came back to the house and hung about it in hope of meeting hisdaughter. 

At length, about noon, he saw her out on the lawn, warmly clothed in herclose-fitting brown cloth coat, and her quaint brown beaver poke bonnettied down tightly as if for a walk in the wind on this bright, breezyDecember day. 

He quickly slipped on his overcoat, snatched his hat and gloves, andhurried after her. 

He overtook her just as she reached the east gate opening upon the paththat led down to the shore. 

 "'Where are you going, my pretty maid? Where are you going, my pretty maid?'"

he sang, gayly, as he came up with her. 

She started, looked around and recognized her father. 

"I am going down to the shore, papa, " she answered, as prosaically as ifhe had not sung his question. But he was not put down. 

 "'May I go with you, my pretty maid? May I go with you, my pretty maid?'"

he continued, taking her hand and drawing it through his arm. 

But she was not be won to any frivolity, so she replied, gravely:

"I should be very glad to have you, papa. "

 "'Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Why so pale and wan?'"

he continued, in a tone of mock gravity. 

"What is the matter with you to-day, papa, dear?" she inquired, uneasilyregarding him. 

"Why do you ask? Because I quote old poetry? My dear, it is to convinceyou that I am in excellent humor with all the world, and that you have nocause to complain of me. I do not intend to enact the rôle of a 'cruelparent, ' in order to make you a persecuted heroine. I do not even intendto reproach you with your inconstancy!--though I do hope it is not goingto be a chronic complaint!--because it would be embarrassing, forinstance, if while we were in the midst of the preparations for yourwedding with Anglesea, young Herriott, the new minister, were to come andbeg my indulgence to explain to me how you never really cared for thecolonel, but found your salvation depend on your union with him--Herriott!And by the time we have adapted ourselves to the new situation, young Dr. Ingle should solicit a private interview and inform me that you----"

"Oh, papa! don't! don't!" exclaimed the girl, almost surprised into asmile. 

"Well, I will 'don't, ' until we get down this hill, which is ratherrugged!" said Mr. Force, as he passed his daughter, and went before herdown the declivity, clearing away the branches of tall bushes that crowdedand obstructed the narrow path. 

When they reached the foot of the hill he once more gave her his arm, andthey walked along the sands toward the north--Mr. Force purposely takingthat direction, because it was the opposite one from that which led towardGreenbushes. 

"Now, my darling, " he continued, "laying all jokes aside, I wished to talkto you to-day, to assure you that you need not distress yourself, eitherabout my fancied disappointment or about Le's fancied despair, when heshall hear of your change of mind. "

"Papa----"

"Hear me out, my darling! Hi! look at that rise of blue necks! If Angleseawere only here with his gun and dogs! He is a famous shot, my dear! Wherewas I? Oh! I say, as for myself, I am quite satisfied to receive Angleseaas my son-in-law. He is of noble race--there is a marquisate in thefamily, though too far removed to do him much good, except in the honor ofthe connection. He is of moderate fortune, very moderate; but wealthshould not be the first consideration, you know! He is a fine, noble, generous, chivalrous fellow, and I like and admire him. And more thanthis--more than all else, he is my dear daughter's choice, and as such Ishall welcome him into the family circle. "

"Oh, papa, papa!" moaned Odalite, pierced through the heart by the thoughtof how little her father knew of the real character of the man, the realcircumstances of the case, and how impossible it was for her to enlightenhim. 

"Still so grave, my little one? It is of Leonidas you are thinking! Do notfret your tender heart about him, my darling girl! If you, after threeyears separation from your boyish lover, have changed toward him--ofwhich, in your secluded home, there was about one chance in a hundred ofyour doing--be sure that he, in his long absence from his childishsweetheart, on his long cruise around the world, has half forgotten thebaby girl he left behind--as there must have been a hundred chances to onethat he would. I think he will in time be able to console himself withyour sister. It is all in the family, you know!" he said, looking downquizzically at the young face by his side. 

But, somehow, the expression of that face did not convey the idea of anygreat satisfaction. Quite the contrary. Odalite looked ready to cry. 

"I do believe girls, with their lovers, are like dogs in the manger; theycan't marry them all, and yet they are not willing that any other girlshould have any of the rejected ones! Sweet angel!--the girl of thenineteenth century!"

"I do not think, " murmured Odalite, breaking in upon her father's silentcriticism--"I do not think, judging from Le's letters, that he has everchanged toward me. No, papa, I do not wish to justify myself by accusingLe. "

"Le's letters, my dear! Why, they afford the strongest proofs to my mindthat he is not, and never has been, the least bit in love with you. "

Odalite looked up in surprise. 

"My dear, you have no experience, or you would never mistake Le'spractical epistles for love letters. Why, you let all the family readthem! You could not if they were love letters. "

"Why, papa?"

"Because, my dear, if they were, they would be much too silly to be shown. You would not think so; but you would have sense enough left to know thatother people would; and so you would hide them. But Le's letters arelaudably practical and fit to be shown to a deacon, as, for instance, this:

"'Tell Beever he can stay on as overseer as long as you please; so he mustlook out and please you. Tell him I don't know anything about the relativemerits of Durham or Alderney breeds of cattle, or Southdown sheep, oranything of that sort. I took my degree at a naval academy, not at anagricultural college. So you just buy what stock you like best, and if youdon't know any better than I do, ask your father. He does. '

"That's the sort of love letters Le writes to you, my dear! A letter thathe might have written to his attorney or to his overseer!"

"And yet, showing in every line, in every word, his constant considerationfor me, his wish to defer everything to me, " sighed Odalite. 

"Showing the carelessness of the sailor, rather than the devotion of thelover! But look you here, my little girl! How is this? Grieving--actuallygrieving for Le, while you are loving and engaging to marry Anglesea? I donot understand it!"

"Oh, papa! It is only that I wish to be just to Le! And I wish you to bejust to him. However you may blame my fickleness, do not blame him; he hasnot changed!"

"Tut, tut, my dear! Young naval officers sailing all over the world, seeing all sorts of beautiful and attractive women of all races andnations, do not break their hearts about little, childish sweethearts leftin their country homes, and whom they have not seen for years! MidshipmanLeonidas Force, if he aspires to marry one of my daughters, must put upwith the second Miss Force! Ay, and must wait until she is of suitableage! Now let us talk about the wedding! The colonel--he is something likea lover!--wants it to come off as soon as may be, before Christmas, ifpossible! What do you say, my dear?" inquired the squire, just to diverthis daughter's mind from what he considered a morbid and painfulcompassion for the discarded lover's wrongs. 

"It shall be just as my mother pleases, sir! I should like to leaveeverything to her, " replied Odalite. 

"That is quite right. The mother is the proper one, of course. Well, talkto her, my precious, and whatever arrangements you two agree upon I shallindorse. It seems to be clouding up. I should not wonder if we were tohave snow before night. Shall we turn homeward?"

"Yes, if you please, papa. "

"Oh! look at those wild turkeys! What a splendid chance for a shot, if Ionly had my fowling piece. Strange that I only have such chances when Ihave no gun--and consequently no chance at all!" laughed the squire, asthey turned to go up the hill. 

They reached the house just as the first fine flakes of snow began tofall. 

"It will be a white Christmas, with fine sleighing, after all, perhaps, "said the squire, cheerily, as they entered the house. 

"Dinner has been waiting full half an hour, papa. And I would like to knowwhere you and Odalite have been gadding to without saying a word toanybody. And I would like also to know--oh! how I should like toknow--what has come to everybody in the house, that nobody but Elva and Iand Miss Meeke have any common sense left!" exclaimed Wynnette, meetingthe returning couple. 

"Whereas the simple and exact truth is, that you three are the real andonly lunatics in the house, and, like all lunatics, think everybody elsebut yourselves mad, " laughed the squire, as he led his eldest daughterstraight to the dining room. 

CHAPTER XII

ODALITE AND LEONIDAS

Before the week was ended Wynnette, as well as every other member of thefamily, knew "what was the matter. "

Beever, the overseer of Greenbushes, came to consult Miss Force about thesize and quality of the Persian rugs to be bought for the bedrooms of thefarmhouse. 

And Mr. Force, in the presence of the whole family, said that henceforthall these consultations were to be suspended, as Miss Force had nothingfurther to do with the fitting up of the house. 

This caused much surprise, not only to the overseer, but to Wynnette andElva, who became importunate in their inquiries, and in a manner compelledan explanation. 

Great was the indignation of those two young ladies on learning that theirdear Le was to be "thrown over" for the sake of that "big, yellow dog, "Col. Anglesea. 

Wynnette and Elva went off to take secret counsel together. 

Wynnette declared that she meant to talk to Odalite about it, and also toCol. Anglesea, and to tell him, if need were, that he was no gentleman tocome into the house to cut out--

"No, I won't say 'cut out, ' either, for it is vulgar; I will saysupplant--that is the word, and I will say something better than I firstthought of, too! I will stand straight up before him and lift up my headand look him straight in the face, and I will say to him:

"'Col. Angus Anglesea, do you consider it conduct becoming an officer anda gentleman to come into this house to supplant a gallant youngmidshipman, who is serving his country, in the affections of his betrothedbride?'"

"Oh! that will be splendid, Wynnette! What book did you get it out of?"innocently inquired Elva. 

"'Book?' No book! Every good thing I say you think comes out of a book;but it came out of my own head. "

"What a splendid head you have, Wynnette!"

"Yes. I guess people will find that out some of these days. "

"Col. Anglesea will, won't he? Now you say that to him, Wynnette! Just asyou said it to me!"

"That will fetch him! No, not 'fetch him'--that is vulgar, too. Make animpression on him--that is what I mean, Elva. "

"Yes; and I do just think that he would feel so ashamed of himself that hewould turn right around and go home!"

"I hope he may!" said Wynnette. 

"But if he should stay and marry Odalite, in spite of all, oh! what willpoor Le do?" said compassionate little Elva. 

"Don't know, I'm sure; but I know what I would do. "

"What would you do, Wynnette?"

"Have the satisfaction of a gentleman. "

"And what is that?"

"Call the rapscallion--no, I mean the diabolical villain--out and shoothim!"

"Oh, Wynnette! Is that the satisfaction of a gentleman? To commit so greata sin?"

"I'd do it, and face the music afterward. No--I mean I would take theconsequences. "

"Oh, no, you wouldn't, Wynnette. And you must not, for all the world, putsuch a thing in poor Le's head. He will be in trouble enough when he comeshome, poor fellow, to find his sweetheart taken away from him withouthaving--oh! I can't speak the dreadful word, Wynnette. Poor Le! I tell youwhat I'll do, Wynnette. "

"What?"

"Well, if the worst comes to the worst, and that colonel does take Odaliteaway from Le----"

"Of course he will take Odalite away from Le. There is not a doubt of it. I shall have the pleasure of speaking my mind to the scalawag--I mean thewretch--but that is all I shall get; and he, he will feel ashamed ofhimself, perhaps, and that is all he will do. He is not a man to give upanything he wants; and he wants Odalite, and he means to have her--thebrute!"

"Well, if it comes to that, I tell you what I will do. I will marry poordear Le myself--that is, when I am big enough. I always did like Le. "

"You! You marry Le!" exclaimed Wynnette, opening her black eyes to theirwidest capacity. 

"Yes, when I am big enough--that is, I mean, unless you would take him. That would be ever so much better. "

"I! Why, I wouldn't have Le Force if every hair on his head was hung witha diamond as big as a hazel nut, and he would give them all to me. No, Ithank you. "

"Well, then, I would. So there now! Not only if he hadn't a diamond to hisname, but if he hadn't a hair on his head. Poor Le! Poor dear Le! I dolove him so dearly!"

Wynnette had made no vain boast of "bearding the lion. " She watched heropportunity, and on the very first occasion on which she found him alone, sitting and reading in the drawing room, she--to use her ownexpression--"went for him. "

She stood right up before the great soldier of India, and astonished himby addressing him in the very words she had rehearsed to Elva. 

Col. Anglesea threw himself back in his chair, and gave way to a peal oflaughter. And when he recovered his breath, patted her on the head andsaid, mockingly:

"You will forgive me, and thank Odalite, when you discover that we havegot married on purpose to leave the gallant young middy to you, so thatyou shall not be an old maid. "

"Thank you, sir. No one shall make a match for me. And since my peacefulmission to you has failed, I must leave you to be taken in hand by thegentleman you have robbed. He will call you to a strict account. "

So saying, the small young lady threw up her head, and with great dignitymarched out of the room. 

Her next effort in the absent lover's cause was with Odalite herself. 

She found her eldest sister in their mother's room, where a coloredmaidservant was engaged in unpacking a case just arrived from New York, and carefully extricating from its interior a rich white dress of velvetand swansdown, garnished with orange blossoms, and which was elaboratelyfolded, with white tissue paper between every surface. 

"Be careful, Net. The veil must be somewhere there, " said Mrs. Force, whowas standing over the case, watching the work. 

"I reckon it is in this square bandbox at the bottom, " suggested thewoman. 

"Get it up very carefully, then. "

Odalite, sitting back in an easy chair, seemed languid and indifferent towhat was going on before her. 

"Is that the wedding dress?" inquired Wynnette, when the elegant structurewas laid out at length upon the bed, the train hanging from the foot fardown on the carpet. 

"Yes, that is the wedding dress. What do you think of it? Is it notbeautiful?" inquired Mrs. Force, gazing admiringly on the bridal robes. 

"No! I think it is horrid! Perfectly horrid! I wouldn't wear it if I wereOdalite!" exclaimed Wynnette, turning her back on the finery, and goingstraight up to where her sister sat alone in her sadness. 

Disregarding the presence of others in the room, the impetuous little ladystruck at once into the middle of her subject. 

"Odalite! It is not true--it cannot be true--that you are going to throwover your own dear true love--our own darling Le, whom we have known allour lives--just to marry that foreign beat, whom nobody knows anythingabout--I mean that British colonel, who is almost a stranger to us?"

Wynnette was terrified at the result of her question. 

Odalite bent forward, threw her arms around her sister's neck, and burstinto a storm of sobs and tears. 

Mrs. Force wisely forbore to interfere. 

The colored woman looked on philosophically. She had seen hystericalbrides before now. 

Wynnette clasped her sister close to her bosom, and cried for company. 

Presently Odalite raised her head, wiped the traces of tears from herface, and taking the hands of her sister, looked earnestly up to her, andspeaking more solemnly than she had ever done before, said:

"Father and mother have consented that I may. Wynnette, if you love me, never, never speak to me of this again. "

The little girl kissed her sister in perfect silence, saying to herself:

"He has bewitched her--there's where it is! He must have learned magicwhen he was in India, and he has bewitched her!"

A joyful commotion in the hall below, a chorus of voices in glad surprise, and of dogs in eager welcoming barks, attracted the instant attention ofall who were present in the room. 

"Oh, mother! what is it? What is it? Has--has----Oh, mother!" exclaimedOdalite, half rising, then sinking back and grasping the arm of her chair, pale as death. 

But before Mrs. Force could go to her daughter, the door wasunceremoniously burst open by an excited negro girl, who, with her eyesstarting, and her hair bristling, not with horror, but with delight, burstinto the room, exclaiming:

"Marse Le is come home! Marse Le is come home! 'Deed he is, missus! 'Deedhe is, Miss Odalite!"

And in another instant the young sailor rushed into the room with a joyousbound, almost whooping:

"Here I am, auntie! Here I am, cousins! Ship reached New York yesterdaymorning, and here I am to-day! And old Joshua knew me! Indeed he did, after three years. Where is she? Where is she! Where is my pet?" he askedeagerly, after hastily kissing and hugging everybody who had putthemselves in the way between him and the fainting girl, and lookingeagerly all around for her, he caught sight of her reclining in her easychair. 

He made an impetuous dash forward, caught her in his arms, strained her tohis heart, and covered her face with kisses, before he perceived hercondition. 

Then he lifted the lifeless form, hurried with it across the room and laidit on the bed, crushing the orange blossoms on the beautiful bridal dress, in careless disregard of everything but his sweetheart, and crying out indismay:

"Oh, auntie! she has fainted! I took her too suddenly by surprise! And oh!my darling has fainted for joy!"

CHAPTER XIII

LEONIDAS AND ODALITE

"Dear Leonidas, leave her to me. You know your room, dear boy! Go to itand call for whatever you want. Jake will wait on you as before you wentaway, " said Mrs. Force, gently putting the young officer aside and takinghis place next her daughter. 

"But Odalite? I--I feel so worried about Odalite!" urged Le. 

"Oh, she will rally soon! But you see, dear, we must remove her tightclothing, and you must leave the room. "

"Oh, I see, " assented the youth, and he went out. 

Wynnette and Elva were waiting for him in the upper hall. They had heldcouncil together and decided not to tell him anything about Col. Anglesea's and Odalite's engagement. 

"For, " said canny Wynnette, "perhaps now that Le has come back Odalite mayreturn to her first love. "

And Elva agreed with her. 

Now as soon as Le appeared in the hall the two children fell upon him withthe most extravagant welcomes and caresses, and, refusing to be shakenoff, went up with him to his room. 

In the meanwhile, in her bedchamber, Mrs. Force was doing all that shecould to restore her daughter. 

In a little while Odalite opened her eyes and fixed them full ofunutterable anguish and reproach upon her mother's bending face. 

She did not mean to do so. It was the first involuntary expression of herwaking consciousness. 

"Oh, do not look at me so, my child! You will break my heart!" moanedElfrida Force. 

Odalite took her mother's hand and kissed it tenderly; then closed hereyes and turned away her head. 

Presently she said:

"Let no one tell him, mother, until I see him again. I must be the one totell him. "

"Oh, Odalite! Oh, my child! Would you--would you----" began the lady, inalarm; but her daughter hastened to allay her fears. 

"No, mother, I would not! But send every one from the room so that we maytalk together, " she whispered. 

Mrs. Force gave the order, and Luce, the colored woman, dropped abridesmaid's dress that she was unpacking, and went out, followed by allthe others, leaving the mother and daughter alone together. 

"No, mother, dear, your secret is as safe with me as with the dead; for Iseem dead. I must tell Le myself that I wish to break with him to marryCol. Anglesea; and that is true so far as it goes, because I do wish tomarry him to save you and my dear father and my little sisters from evilsmuch greater than my marriage with Col. Anglesea could bring me. I neednot tell Le why, but simply that I do. Le will believe that I am false tohim. And that will be true also, for I am false to him, no matter what myexcuse may be! And it will be best for him to believe it; for it will helphim to get over any disappointment he may feel now, or any remainingaffection for me. That is the reason why I myself must be the one to tellhim. "

"Oh, Odalite! Oh, my dear! Can you do so?"

"Yes, I can compel myself to do so. And now, mother, I must get up and seeLe, without delay. No! do not try to prevent me! I am strong enough inmind and body! I was only overcome for the moment by the sudden coming ofLe so full of hope and joy, and the knowing what a shock of disappointmentwas in store for him. That was all. I am stronger now. "

So saying, the girl arose from the bed, stood up and took hold of herlong, black hair, which had fallen down. She walked to the dressing bureauand secured the roll with pins, and then proceeded to smooth the folds ofher disordered dress. 

When all this was done she left the room. 

"Odalite! Odalite! where are you going, my child?"

"To my interview with Le! Don't hinder me, mother, dear! I can go throughthe ordeal now! I am nerved for it. I may not be able to meet the trial onanother day, or even in another hour, " said the girl, looking back for aminute, and then closing the door and passing downstairs. 

Mrs. Force threw herself back in her easy chair, covered her face withboth hands, and moaned. 

Meanwhile Odalite went downstairs, opened the front door, and passed outupon the porch, on which the winter sun was shining, and through which afresh breeze was blowing. 

She was immediately followed by Luce, who had seen her leave the hall, andwho now came out, bearing the girl's coat and bonnet on her arm, andsaying:

"Yer want to ketch yer deff, doan yer, Miss Odylit? Goin' out in de colewidout nuffin on yer! Yer musn' gib yerse'f dat habit. 'Deed yer musn'. Here, put on yer coat an' bonnet. "

The girl turned, and let the woman help her on with her outer garments, and when they were fastened, said:

"Aunt Lucy, will you go up to Mr. Le's room, and ask him to come down andjoin me here?"

"Yes, honey, sure I will. Didn' he put a s'prise on to us all? Whip youhorses! how we was all took aback! Lor'! no wonder you fainted dead away. But look yere, chile. Dat was de fus time as yer ebber fainted in yerlife, an' let it be de las'. Doan gib yerse'f a habit ob it. I know it tukyer onawares dis time, bein' de fus time, an' you knowin' nuffin 'bout it. But you be on de watch out nudder time, an' if yer feel it a-comin' on, you 'sist it wid all yer might. Doan yer faint no mo'. Ef yer gibs yerse'fde habit, yer'll jes be like one ob dese yere po', mis'able, faintyfiedcreetures as can't stand nuffin. Dey's allus faintn'. It's a habit deygibs deirselves. "

So talking, Luce went into the house and up the stairs to give hermessage. 

In a few moments Le came bounding down the steps, three or four at abound, and out of the door with a shout of joy, to join his sweetheart, little thinking of what he was to meet. 

"Luce tells me that you are all right now!" he exclaimed, suddenlyclasping her in his arms and pressing her to his bosom, while he coveredher face with kisses. 

"Little mistress of Greenbushes! Little lady of the manor! Have they doneeverything to please you over there? If they have not--if any man hasfailed to please my little lady--that man must march. How soon will ourwedding be? Before Christmas? Let it be before Christmas. Let us keep ourChristmas at Greenbushes, and have uncle and aunt and all the family thereto keep it with us. Won't that be jolly? For you and me to entertain ourfriends at our own home! I was thinking of all this, and a lot more, allthe homeward voyage. Odalite, why don't you answer me? Why, Odalite!Odalite! What is the matter?" he anxiously inquired, seeing at length howpale and cold and silent she was--how utterly irresponsive to hisenthusiasm. 

She struggled out of his embrace, and stood leaning for support againstthe railings of the porch. 

He followed her in surprise and alarm. 

"Odalite! what is the matter, dear? Are you--are you going to be ill?"

"No!" she answered, in a hollow, far-off sounding voice. "No! But comewith me--somewhere--where I can--breathe! Come down to the shore, Le. Ihave something to tell you. "

He stepped back into the hall, hastily drew on his overcoat, seized hishat and gloves, and rejoined her, still in some anxiety, but without theleast suspicion of the blow that was about to fall upon him. 

He drew her arm within his own, and holding and fondling her hand, led herdown the steps, across the lawn to the east gate, and down the wooded hillto the shore. 

"No; I do not wish to walk further. We will rest here, " she said, as soonas they had reached the sands. And she sank wearily upon the rude woodenbench that stood on the beach just above the water mark. 

He sat down beside her, took her hand, looked into her pale face, andtenderly questioned:

"What has happened to distress you, darling? Is anyone you care for sickor in trouble? Can I help you, then? You know I would aid to my lastdollar if it were any one you cared for, " he said, caressing the littlefingers he toyed with. 

"Oh, Le! Le!" she moaned. 

"Odalite!" he whispered, in an access of anxiety, "is any one--dead? Tellme! I have just come, and know nothing. Is any one--dead?"

"Oh, no! No, Le! No one is dead. I--I wish to Heaven some one were!"

"Odalite!"

"Not any one we love, Le. Oh, Le! I will tell you as soon as I can. Something has happened. I--I brought you out here to tell you. But, oh, Le! Le! dear Le! how shall I tell you?"

"My darling Odalite, what?"

"Don't speak to me, Le! Don't speak! Listen! Le, hate me! scorn me! Ideserve that you should. Oh, no! no! Don't! don't! I should go mad if youdid. But--try not to mind me; try not to care for me at all. I am notworth it, Le. Not worth a regret--not worth a thought. I am such a poorthing! Such a very poor thing! And I shall not last long. That is the bestof it. " She breathed these last words out in a low, long-drawn sigh, dropping her head upon her bosom and her arms upon her lap. 

"Oh, my dear Odalite, what is the meaning of all this? What ails you? Whatmisfortune has happened to you? Have you lost your health? Oh, my own, owndarling! is it so? You are so pale and cold and faint! That must be it. You have lost your health. But do you think I would give you up for that?Oh, no, no, no, my precious! That would make me only more your own devotedLe than ever before. I would care for you, and wait on you, and nurse youmore tenderly than ever a mother did her baby. For are you not my own--myvery own?" he said, putting his arms around her and drawing her close tohis heart. 

"Oh, Le, Le! No, no, no! I am no longer your own! No longer your Odalite, "she exclaimed, struggling out of his embrace, and bursting into a tempestof tears and sobs. 

"Not my Odalite! Nonsense, dearest dear! Not my own Odalite? Whose elseshould you be, I wonder? Why, you have been my own Odalite all your littlelife. What can be the matter with you? I know now! I have read and heardabout hysterics in young girls, and that is what has come over you, darling! I took you too much by surprise! You fainted, and now you arehysterical! What can I do for you, Odalite? I wish I knew just what to do!Do you know? No! you shake your head. Well! let us go back to the house!We had certainly better do that!" said the youth, rising and offering hisarm. 

"No! no, Le! not to the house! It is here that I must tell you! here bythe sea! Yes! it is a fitting place for such a confession! here by thetreacherous sea!" she said, trying to suppress the sobs that still shookher bosom. 

CHAPTER XIV

TOLD BY THE WINTRY SEA

The young man said no more, but simply stood before her and waited inwonder for her words. 

"I am not hysterical, Le! I am not hysterical; but I am false--faithless!Despise and forget me, Le! for I am not worthy of your remembrance. I amfalse and faithless!"

"No, no! Odalite, it cannot be true!" cried the young man, in a sharp toneof anguish. 

"Yes, yes! it is true! it is true! it is shameful, but it is true!"exclaimed the desperate girl. 

"Oh, my Lord, my Lord! Can this be possible? You false to me, Odalite!You--you!" cried the youth, growing deathly pale, while great drops ofcold sweat started from his forehead. 

The girl strove to speak, but failed, and nodded with a choking sob. 

"Who is the man?" demanded the youth, throwing himself again on the bench, since indeed he was scarcely able to stand. 

"I--I--I--am engaged to Col. Anglesea, " gasped and faltered Odalite. 

"'Col. Anglesea!' And who, in the foul fiend's name, is Col. Anglesea?Satan fly away with him!"

"He is--is an--an officer in the--the East India Service. "

"How did you come to know him? May the----"

"Oh, don't, don't, Le! He was an old--old friend of my mother, and--we methim at Niagara. "

"I wish to Heaven he was at the foot of the falls!"

"So do I with all my heart!--oh, no, I don't either!--I--I don't know whatI am talking about! My head is wild!" said Odalite, putting her hand toher forehead. 

Le looked at her wistfully. 

"An old friend of your mother, eh?"

"Yes. "

"Rich? Of high rank?"

"I--I believe so. "

"Where is the man?"

"He is here at Mondreer, where he has been staying ever since he came downwith us at my father's invitation from Niagara. "

"And you are going to marry him?"

"Oh, yes, " replied Odalite, with a heartrending sigh. "It cannot behelped. It is all settled. "

"I see how it is! A friend of your mother, rich, and of high position; andso they have yielded to the temptation of wealth and rank, and they haveforced or coaxed you into compliance with their wishes in consenting tothis dishonorable marriage! I did not think so of my uncle and aunt. Butthis cannot, shall not go on! I shall insist upon my prior rights. Takeheart, my precious. I shall not let them destroy our happiness by partingus. No, not for all the wealth and rank in the world!"

"Oh, Le! Le! you mistake! you mistake! Nobody forced me! Nobody persuadedme! I am going to marry Col. Anglesea of my own free will! Indeed I am!Oh, Le! Le!" wailed the unhappy girl. 

The youth stared at her in speechless astonishment and bitter misery. 

"Oh! don't look so, Le!--don't look so! I am not worth it, Le! Indeed I amnot!"

"Do I understand you to say that you break your engagement to me, andmarry this foreigner, of your own free, unbiased will?" he asked, at last, in cold, hard, restrained tones. 

"Yes, yes, yes! that is what I am going to do!" replied Odalite, with thefirmness of despair. 

"Then you are false to me--to me, your lover, who had never a thought thatwas false to you!--to me, your mate of many years!--to me, your almosthusband!" cried the youth, losing all self-command in the sharpness of hispain, and bursting into a tempest of grief and rage, and launching fiercereproaches upon her. 

She raised her hands in piteous deprecation, and then held them up beforeher head as if to shield it from the storm. 

But as he flashed the lightnings of scorn and hurled the thunder ofcondemnation upon her, she cowered lower and lower, holding by the benchon which she sat, until at length, utterly overwhelmed, she sank to theground, rolled over, and lay with her face downward on the sand at hisfeet. 

But she uttered no word in self-defense; she only wept and sobbed as ifher heart were bursting. 

By this time the frenzy of passion had spent itself, and there came areaction that brought him to his senses. He looked down at Odalite in hermisery. He saw in her now, not the faithless sweetheart, but the child ofhis boyish love and care. 

He stooped and raised her up, and set her on the bench again, laying herhead upon his shoulder, and supporting her form with his arm around herwaist. 

She made no resistance, but continued to weep convulsively. 

As soon as he was able to command himself he spoke to her in a quiettone. 

"Odalite, why do you cry so hard? If you are going to marry this man toplease yourself you should be happy, in spite of anything that I shouldsay about it. Now, why do you grieve so much?"

"Oh! I have been so faithless to you, Le! I have been--so base to you! Oh!I wish I were dead! I wish I had died before I betrayed your trust in me, Le!"

These words came in spasmodic gasps and sighs from the white and quiveringlips. 

He looked at her searchingly, incisively; he could not understand her. 

"Odalite, " he said, suddenly, "I am full of doubt. I ask you again, and Icharge you in the name of all that is pure and holy, to answer me truly:Was it of your own free will that you engaged yourself to Col. Anglesea?"

"Yes, yes! I repeat it: No one forced me, no one persuaded me. My fatherand my mother let me do just as I pleased, " she sobbed. 

"And yet, though you say this, you seem so miserable over it all! I cannotcomprehend it!" muttered Leonidas Force, carrying his hand to his foreheadand trying to reflect on the situation. "But--yes--I think I do now, " hesaid, suddenly, as a light seemed to break on his mind. 

Odalite raised her pale and tearful face from his shoulder and looked athim. 

"I think I understand now, my dear; and it shall all come right yet. "

She sorrowfully shook her head. 

"Oh, yes; it shall come right. Confess now, Odalite. When your boy loverhad been gone away so long that you had almost forgotten him, this foreignofficer comes along and fascinates you with his splendor, as therattlesnake fascinates the humming bird, and you were drawn in. Now, however, that I have come back, the old-time love has revived, and you aresorry that you mistook your heart and engaged yourself to this brilliantstranger. Is it not so? Tell me, Odalite. If it is so--as I feel sure itmust be--then I will put in my prior claim and stop the marriage, send theinterloping foreigner back to his own country, and you and I will marryand go to housekeeping at Greenbushes, according to our lifelongengagement. That is, if the old love has revived, as of course it has, " heconcluded, looking eagerly in her face. 

She did not answer him. She could not. 

Was the old, true love revived, indeed?

No! for the sweet, sacred love of childhood had never died, never failed, but burned now a pure fire that wasted her life. 

Was she sorry that she had engaged herself to that man?

So sorry, at least, stern necessity had compelled her to do so, that nowdeath would have been a welcome release. 

But she could not tell Leonidas this. 

He waited for her answer for a few moments, and then continued:

"Does that grave silence give consent, my Odalite? You are sorry? Whileyour sailor sweetheart was so far off and so long away that you had almostforgotten what he looked like, you let your fancy be taken by this fineforeigner, with his fine social position and his wealth. But now yoursailor lad has come home again, and you see him, and you know whom it isyou really love, you are sorry for what you were misled into doing. Butdon't cry any more. You shall not be compelled to marry that man, sinceyou do not wish to, even though you did accept him of your own free will!for you had no right to accept him, you know; you were engaged to me. Butto think that he has kissed you!" exclaimed the youth, with a jealouspang, as he remembered the usual manner of sealing such an acceptance. 

"Oh, no, no, Le! He has never kissed me--never, never kissed me--and henever shall until I cease to be myself and become his property, a bodywithout a soul, which cannot help itself, " said Odalite, with a woeful, wintry smile of triumph and defiance breaking through the cold rain of hertears. 

"You--you--you have never let him kiss you--not even when you acceptedhim!" exclaimed Le, in pleased surprise. 

"No; not then; nor ever! No; nor ever shall, until I become his slave inmarriage!" exclaimed the girl, with a dangerous sparkle in her eyes. 

"But that shall never be! Why, Odalite, you speak not only as if you donot like the man, but as if you really hate him; and that being so, youshall not marry him! I will put a stop to that at once! I have the firstright to you by a long distance--the only right to you, indeed--and--andI'll throttle him--confound him!--before he shall have a hair of yourhead!"

"Oh, Le, hush! hush! You don't know! You mistake! Le, I must marry him! Doyou understand? I must, I say!" wailed Odalite, wringing her hands. 

"And you shall not, I say, because you do not want to. Your promise to himgoes for nothing beside my claims, " said the youth, in a tone of gaydefiance. 

"But, Le! Le! I--I--I want to marry him! I do indeed!" she cried, againbursting into tears and weeping violently. 

He drew back from her in amazement, staring at her, while she repeated andreiterated her words, that she really wished to marry Col. Anglesea. 

"I cannot comprehend you at all, Odalite. My heart aches for your evidentsuffering; but I cannot comprehend it. I almost fear that you are notquite sane! If you really please yourself in marrying Anglesea--as youinsist that you do--why should you be so miserable over it all?"

"Oh, Le! as I told you before, it is because--because I feel that I amacting so basely by you!--oh, my dear! the thought almost maddens me!" shesobbed. 

"And is it indeed for me that the gentle heart suffers so much?"questioned Le, utterly subdued by her sorrow and humility. "Do not cry, Odalite. I was cruel, and brutal, and most unmanly to blame you so much awhile ago. I am sorry and ashamed of having done so, Odalite. I have noexcuse to offer, unless it is that the suddenness and the bitterness of mydisappointment threw me off my balance. Forgive me, Odalite. And do notspend another thought or shed another tear over me. Poor, little, tenderOdalite! Do not mind me, little one! I--I--I shall get over this when Ifeel sure that you are happy. Do not grieve so! I shall never blame youany more, dear! I mourn that I ever could have been such a wretch as toblame you, for you could not help what has happened. I was away at theantipodes--had been there for years. He was in the house with you forthree months. And--and--I have noticed--even I--what a fascination some ofthese handsome, brilliant soldiers exercise over young girls! You werefascinated, and your affections were won before you knew it. You did notmean to be drawn away from me any more than the boat means to be suckedinto the whirlpool! You could not avert your fate any more than the boatcould. I do not condemn you, Odalite. And I shall always--always love--no!I must not love another man's bride, even though he has stolen her fromme; but I will always care for you as for a dear and only sister. There!there! do not cry any more. It is all for the best! All for the best!" heconcluded, in a broken voice, that all his effort failed to steady. 

"Le! oh, Le! I am so miserable--so miserable! Oh, Le!" she cried, lookingwildly up into his eyes and then staring fixedly down upon the sea attheir feet--"oh, Le! I wonder would the merciful Lord forgive meif--if----" She paused and pointed downward. 

Leonidas shuddered, but controlled himself. He now believed the girl to belaboring under a temporary fit of insanity. He took her hand, raised herup, and drawing her arm within his own, said, gently:

"Come, dear, let me take you home to your mother. "

She silently assented, and he led her up the hill, through the wood to thelawn gate, and across the lawn to the house. 

They had not spoken a word since leaving the shore. 

Le took her into the house, and into the sitting room usually occupied byMrs. Force. 

That lady sat, as was her custom, in her low sewing chair beside herworktable in the angle of the fireplace and the side window. 

She arose as they entered and looked anxiously from one to the other. 

Le led his companion up to her and said, in a broken voice:

"She has told me all about it. And yet I do not understand it in theleast. See! she wants attention. "

Mrs. Force received the half-fainting girl in her arms, and guided her toa large, cushioned chair, which Le hastened to push forward. 

When Odalite was seated and reclining against the high, cushioned back, Lelifted her hand, pressed it to his lips, and turned to leave the room. 

Mrs. Force followed him into the hall. 

"Where are you going, Le?" she inquired. 

"I don't know--I don't know! I feel lost! Like Adam turned out of Eden!And without my Eve--without my Eve!" he groaned. 

"Bear it like a man, Le! You are very young, and--there are many lovelygirls in the world in your reach. "

"Oh, don't. Aunt Elfrida! don't! Never mind me! Go in to Odalite--sheneeds you. "

"Le, do not leave the house--at least, till you see your uncle, " pleadedthe lady. 

"Oh, no, I shall not go away at once. I shall do nothing hastily, to hurther. I hurt her enough this morning, the Lord knows!" said the youth, witha heavy sigh. 

Mrs. Force looked up inquiringly. 

"Oh, yes, " continued Le, "I behaved like a brute! I went out of my head, Ithink--when she first told me--and I raged at her! raged at the tender, defenseless, little creature--like the wild beast that I was!"

"Oh, Le, it was natural, my poor lad!"

"I was a savage! brutal! beastly! devilish!--but I was out of my mind! Andshe never defended herself, only cried--cried for me! I wish I had droppeddead before I spoke a word to hurt her! But the devil took me unawares, and drove me out of my senses. "

"I do not wonder, Le. "

"But there, Aunt Elfrida. Go to her! I will walk on the porch for awhile. "

Le's appearance on the porch was the signal for such a reception, or, rather, such an ovation, as could only be seen on a Southern plantation, and upon some such occasion as the present. 

The news of the young midshipman's return--or "the young master's, " asthey chose to call him, in view of his relations, present and prospective, to the family of Mondreer--had spread far and wide among the negroes, andthey came flocking up, men, women and children, to shake hands with himand welcome him home. 

Some of the elder negroes, with "itching palms, " belabored him withbegging questions of--

"Wot yer got fur yer ole Aunt Mole, honey?"

"Wot yer done home f'om furrin' parts fur yer ole Uncle Bob?"

And so forth and so forth. 

Le promised one and all a present as soon as ever his sea chest shouldarrive. 

And yet they might have stayed there all day but for the opportuneappearance of Aunt Lucy on the scene. 

She had watched from an upper window the gathering of the crowd, and nowshe swooped down upon them. 

"Shame o' yerselbes!" she said. "Come yere bodderin' the young marse fustminute as eber he get in de house! Whar's yer manners?"

"Don't scold them, Aunt Lucy, " pleaded Le. "They came to welcome mehome. "

"Dey come to beg, dat's wot dey come for--to beg. It's a habit dey gibsdeirselves, " said the unrelenting Lucy. 

"It is a habit they cannot indulge in more than once in three years, whereI am concerned. I do not come home every day. "

"An' a werry good fing, too, for it's a werry bad habit. "

"What, coming home?"

"No, sah. Dem niggahs is a werry bad habit as oughtn't to be 'dulged inonce--no, not once. Now cl'ar out wid yer all, an' go 'bout yer work. "

This order was addressed to the negroes, who, overawed by the authority ofthe chief house servant, began to steal away from the house. 

CHAPTER XV

LE'S FIERY TRIAL

Le was still walking up and down on the porch, when Mr. Force rode up, followed by his mounted groom. 

He did not see Le, who was partly shaded by the bare tangle of theclimbing rose vines on the trelliswork. 

He threw himself out of his saddle, threw his bridle to his groom, andcame up the steps. 

"Ho, my boy!" he shouted, as he caught sight of the youth. "Is that you, really? Welcome! welcome! I am delighted to see you!"

And he seized Le by both hands, and shook them heartily. 

"When did you get home?" he continued, in the same cordial tone. 

"Only this morning, " answered Le, trying to command himself, for thesudden sight of Odalite's father and the jubilant cordiality of hisaddress nearly upset the poor fellow's balance. 

Had his uncle no feeling, knowing, as he must know, that he, Le, had comehome joyfully expecting to marry Odalite, only to meet with a bitterdisappointment?

"Come into the parlor! Come into the parlor! It is too cold out here! Youlook quite blue! Come in, and let's get a better view of you!" continuedMr. Force, leading the way into the house, followed by Le. 

In the hall he threw off his riding coat, drew off his long, India rubberboots, and then entered the parlor, which was on the opposite side fromMrs. Force's sitting room. 

It was a medium-sized, wainscoted room, with two front windows and oneside window. It was carpeted and upholstered in dark crimson, and had alarge, open wood fire burning in the ample chimney. 

"Take that chair! I'll take this, " said Mr. Force, pushing one armchairtoward Le with his foot, and throwing himself into the other. 

Thus they sat in opposite corners. 

"Now tell me! When did your ship get into port?"

"Yesterday morning, and I hurried immediately down here to see--to seemy--to--to--meet the bitterest disappointment of my life, Uncle Abel!"said the youth, faltering, hesitating, but determined to come to the pointat last. 

"Oh, come, come! Tut, tut, tut! She was only a child when you went away, if you are referring to Odalite!" said Mr. Force, in a cheery tone. 

"Yes, Uncle Abel, I am referring to Odalite, and speaking of the mostheartbreaking disappointment that ever crushed a man, " said the youth. 

"Nonsense, dear lad! You know nothing of heartbreaking troubles of anysort, or you would not magnify this one! You will get over it in amonth. "

"It was the cherished love and hope and faith of years. "

"A dream, my boy, of which this is the awakening. A dream, in which I, too, shared! Le, lad, you must know that I am just as much disappointed asyou can be! It was the desire of my life that you and Odalite shouldmarry, and in time succeed us here, and make the two great manors ofMondreer and Greenbushes into one mammoth estate. I am disappointed inthis. And if I ever permitted myself to grieve over the inevitable, Ishould feel very sorry for myself as well as for you!"

"It was so sudden, so unexpected! Why, her last letter to me, received atSpezzia, and written not two months ago, was so kind! She must havechanged very quickly, " said poor Le. 

"No, I think it must have been gradually. I think she was deeplyinfatuated before she realized her state. And then I know she struggled, poor, dear child!--struggled until she nearly broke her heart--to keepfaithful to you and to please me. It was only from her suitor that I heardat last of her distress. Then, as she meekly left her fate entirely in myhands, I conquered my own ambition and told the child to follow thedictates of her own heart. What else could a father do? But even now, though she has her own way in this matter, she is not content! She fretsabout you, Le!"

"Oh! and this is the gentle, tender creature whom I could reproach sofiercely--dog that I was!" said Le, who seemed to feel the necessity ofconfession to poor Odalite's parents. 

"You, Le?"

"Yes, I! When she made me understand that she had broken her engagementwith me and had promised to marry that Englishman, I tell you, Uncle Abel, I went on at her like a raving maniac! Satan took possession of me!I--could bang out my own brains against the wall, when I think of it!"

"Don't! It would spoil the paper, and do nobody any good but the coronerand the undertaker! It was inevitable that you should have gone into apassion, Le! Your provocation would have upset a doctor of divinity, if ithad taken him by surprise. Think no more of it, my boy! I dare say she hasforgiven it!"

"She! the blessed child! She never once resented it--that is what killsme! She never opened her lips in self-defense, or self-excuse! Oh, I couldbeat my----"

"Pray, don't, I say! It would make a mess in a tidy parlor! I dare say shethought she was without any excuse for disappointing you and me of our petplan, and all for the sake of that puncheon of an Englishman! But girlsare weak vessels. I never knew one worth having, except my own noble wife!But perhaps she has spoiled me for appreciating any other woman, even myown daughter. "

"Yes, Aunt Elfrida is the most excellent of the earth, I do believe, "assented Le; but without the interest in the subject which the words mighthave implied. 

"The most perfect woman in person, soul and spirit that ever wascreated!"

"Who is 'the most perfect woman in person, soul and spirit that ever wascreated'?" inquired a voice behind them. 

Mr. Force turned and saw Col. Anglesea approaching them. 

Both the gentlemen, who were seated, immediately arose. 

Mr. Force presented his young relative to his guest. 

The midshipman and the colonel bowed coldly and stiffly, while they eyedeach other with ill-repressed antagonism. 

"Who is 'the most perfect woman in person, soul and spirit that ever wascreated'?" again queried Col. Anglesea, as the party seated themselvesaround the fire. 

"My wife, " answered Abel Force. 

Angus Anglesea threw back his head and laughed aloud--then recoveringhimself, said--to one who, unseen, had just joined the group: "I beg yourpardon, Mrs. Force! I really could not help laughing, to hear your goodhusband praise you so--unconsciously--before your face! You know. "

"I did not know that Elfrida was there, " said Mr. Force, half offendedat--he knew not what!--something that he vaguely perceived, but could notspecify. 

Mrs. Force had turned deadly pale, and her lips were compressed and herblue eyes glittering as she took her seat. 

It was fortunate, at that moment, that Miss Meeke and the two youngergirls entered the parlor, simultaneously with the ringing of the dinnerbell. 

Mrs. Force arose and took the arm of the young midshipman and led the wayto the dining room, followed by the party. 

"I hope Miss Force is not indisposed, " said Col. Anglesea, missing Odalitefrom her place at the table. 

"She does not feel very well, but may perhaps join us in the drawingroom, " said Mrs. Force, as they all took their seats around the board. 

Mr. Force sought to enliven the meal with gay conversation, but signallyfailed. 

Col. Anglesea affected to treat the young midshipman with greatcondescension, but equally failed; for Le ignored and disregarded him tothe verge of actual rudeness--either not hearing his remarks or elseanswering them in monosyllables and giving all his attention to his littlecousins, Wynnette and Elva, who were seated, by their own choice, the oneon his right and the other on his left. 

Mrs. Force did not attempt to converse, and Miss Meeke, chilled by thesocial coldness around her, kept silence. 

In less than an hour the uncomfortable meal was over and the partywithdrew to the drawing room. 

Le then arose to bid them good-night. 

"No, no, Leonidas, my lad! Don't go! Not yet, at least. Wait; I havesomething to say to you. Excuse me, friends! Come into the library withme, Le, " said Mr. Force, rising, drawing the arm of the younger man withinhis own and passing out. 

When they reached the little book room in the rear of Mrs. Force's sittingroom, and which the family dignified by the name of library, Mr. Forcesaid:

"Sit down, Le. " And taking a seat himself, pushed another to hiscompanion. 

"Now, Le, " he said, when both were seated, "where were you going?"

"To Greenbushes, of course. I ought to be there to look after myproperty. "

"Yes, yes; but Beever don't expect you to-night and has not got thingsready for you; and besides it is too late. Don't leave us to-night, Le. Don't hurry away! Your doing so would hurt Odalite. She would think shehad driven you away. "

"Well, then, I will not go. I have hurt Odalite enough. If my going wouldhurt her I would stay here and stand that ruffian's insolence until hetakes her away. I beg your pardon, uncle, for calling your intendedson-in-law a ruffian. "

"Oh, fire away, my lad! You have every right to swear! I feel like joiningyou. "

"His insolence in laughing when you praised my aunt so much!"

"But I did not praise her above her merits. Why, just look at her, Le!Nearly forty years old, and the very handsomest woman in the country, andas noble and perfect in mind as in person!"

"Yes; and he laughed!"

"Look here, Le. You know he was a brother officer of my wife's brother, and an old friend of hers. Now, I'll tell you what, I often think that hewas a rejected suitor of Lady Elfrida Glennon. And the memory of it makeshim sore and sarcastic at times. Many little things in their intercoursemakes me think that sometimes. Bear with him, Le, as I shall do, forOdalite's sake. Now shall we return to the drawing room?"

"If you please. "

CHAPTER XVI

LE'S MYSTERIOUS MOVEMENTS

Le remained at Mondreer, only riding over to Greenbushes every day tosuperintend the repairs and refurnishing of his house. 

He never met Odalite except at meal times, and then their chairs were soplaced that neither need look in the face of the other. Odalite's seat wasnear the head of the table. Le's near the foot, on the same side. Theymerely greeted each other on entering the dining room, and that was all. Mr. And Mrs. Force treated their young relative with the most delicateconsideration. 

Col. Anglesea treated his defeated rival with offensive condescension. 

Le tried to ignore the colonel's existence, and found his greatest comfortin the company of his little cousins. Their warm, sincere love andsympathy was as balm to his bruised heart. 

The children had successfully passed their home examination by the father, and their holidays had already commenced, though it was a full week beforeChristmas. And thus they were able to give their sailor cousin a greatdeal of their society. 

The mother and father did not interfere. They were glad enough of anycomfort or solace they could afford Le, to occupy or amuse his mind, andkeep his fingers and his scalping knife off Anglesea's hair. 

The children used often to walk over with Le to Greenbushes in themorning, spend the whole day there with their cousin, and return with himin the evening. 

But, in consideration for him, they never alluded to the approachingwedding. They only kept their eyes and ears open, like the sharp littlefoxes that they were. 

One day, however, when all three were walking through the wintry woods ontheir way to Greenbushes, Le himself, for the first time, alluded to thesubject. 

"How do you like your intended brother-in-law?" he inquired. 

"What! that British beer barrel? I mean that English gentleman? I hatehim! I detest him! I loathe him! I abhor him! And if there is any strongerword in the English or any other language, I _that_ him!" exclaimedWynnette, clenching her fist and grinding her teeth. 

"I say my prayers three times a day not to hate him; but, oh, dear!"sighed little Elva. 

"And I'll tell you what it is, Le. She hates him worse than I do, " addedWynnette. 

"My child! 'She?' Who?" exclaimed Le, starting, and coming to a deadhalt. 

"Why, Odalite. "

"Wynnette, do you know what you are saying, dear?" demanded Le, in greatagitation. 

They had now reached Chincapin Creek bridge, and all had come to a stop. 

"Do you know what you are saying, Wynnette?" anxiously repeated Le. 

"Yes, indeed I do. And I know it is true. Odalite hates and scorns andloathes Col. Anglesea!" said the child, speaking in her intense way, withdoubled fist, set teeth and gleaming eyes. 

"Did she tell you so?"

"Why should she tell me? No; she never did. But all the same I wouldpledge my immortal soul upon it that she does. "

"Why do you think so, then?"

"Why? Now, Le, where are your eyes and your common sense? I tell youdisgust and abhorrence take possession of Odalite the minute he approachesher, and stick out all over her like the spikes on a hedgehog. Bah! bah!Tchut! Tchis!" hissed the intense little creature. 

"My Lord, if I thought so!"

"You had better think so. I tell you I believe if she is made to marrythat beat--I mean that person--something awful will happen. "

"'Made' to marry, my dear Wynnette! Why, she wants to do so. "

"She don't! she don't! she don't!"

"But she told me so herself. "

"I don't care what she told you. She don't. "

"My dear, please to remember that Odalite never tells what is not true. And she told me that she wanted to marry Anglesea. "

"Yes, I know. She told me so, too, not ten minutes before you came home. But how can I believe she does when I see that it is breaking her poorheart, and crazing her brain, and killing her? Tell me that. "

"Oh, child! I can tell you nothing!" groaned Le. "I am even more mystifiedthan you are! That this girl, who is truth itself, should insist that shewants to marry a man whose very presence fills her with loathing, is amystery I cannot fathom!"

The children were by this time seated on a log at the end of thebridge--the same log on which, two weeks before, Odalite had been seatedwhen she was surprised by Col. Anglesea. 

Le stood near them, leaning with his back against the railings and hishead bowed in deep thought. 

Suddenly he started, and threw his hand to his head. 

"What's the matter, Le?" inquired little Elva, while Wynnette stared. 

"A remembered dream, or vision, that came to me three times on my homewardvoyage, " replied the young man, gravely. 

"Oh, tell us!" exclaimed both the children in duet, with all theirchildish interest in the marvelous excited to the highest pitch. 

"It is a vision of midnight on midocean--the blackness of darkness above, below, around, beneath. Suddenly into this opaque darkness glows a sparkof red light. It increases, spreads, and shoots upward, revealing--a shipon fire! Showing the deck crowded with dark figures! Only one fearfullydistinct form--the form of Odalite. She stands on the top of the bulwarks, clothed in white raiment, with her arms raised on high, her face turnedupward, her hair streaming!--flames around and above her, the oceanbeneath. I heard her call to me, speak to me:

"'Le, I do not want to leave you, but see! I must take the water to escapethe fire!'

"And suddenly, as if the burning ship were swallowed up in the midnightsea, the vision vanished. Three times I had this vision, children. And ittroubled me, but in the excitement of my home-coming I forgot it untilnow. Now I remember it, and receive it as a warning. "

"I can read it! I can read it!" said Wynnette, with her weird, eldritchlook and tone. "I can read it, and it is just what I believed before Iheard of it! Odalite is driven somehow, by some one or something, not onlyto marry, but want to marry, Anglesea to save herself from some evil! Oh!I feel it even in my bones! And if she is driven quite into the marriage, I tell you there will be some awful tragedy like that of the Bride ofLammermoor! Anglesea will be found in the morning with his wizen slit--Imean with his throat cut--and Odalite will be sitting in the ashesgibbering and mopping and mowing like an idiot!"

"Oh! oh! oh!" cried little Elva, covering her face with her hands andshivering through all her small frame. 

"See, you have frightened the child, Wynnette! You should not say suchwild, extravagant things, my dear!" said Le, rebukingly. 

"I said it to fetch you! I mean I said it to make an impression on you!"retorted Wynnette. 

"Oh, Le! can't you be Young Lochinvar and carry her off from the wedding?"pleaded little Elva. 

"Hardly, my darling!

 "'The fair Ellen of Young Lochinvar'

was willing to be carried off, and Odalite is not, which makes all thedifference, you know!"

"Oh, but she would be glad afterward!" persisted Elva. 

"Oh, hush, Elf! He won't try it! The age of chivalry is past!" indignantlyreplied Wynnette. 

"We will walk on, " said Le. 

And they resumed their tramp toward Greenbushes, where they arrived inabout another hour, and where they spent the day, returning home in theevening. 

"Oh, Le! Sweet, dear, darling Le! won't you please carry off Odalite, justlike Young Lochinvar did fair Ellen? Oh, please, Le! It would be so easy!You could have George saddled and brought round to the front door. Georgeis the fastest and the strongest horse in the stables, and you couldsnatch her up and run out with her and be in the saddle and away beforefolks could get over their surprise. And she would be glad afterward! Iknow she would! Weren't the Sabine women glad afterward that the Romanyouth had carried them away?" argued Elva, fresh from her school history. "And, Le, you could do it very easily!"

"Yes, I could, very easily, " grimly assented the youth. 

"And you will, won't you?"

"No, my precious! It would not do! Not in these days, darling! With allthe examples of romance, poetry and history to inspire me, I must not doit! If I were to attempt such a feat, I would be a felon, not a hero, mypet. "

"Then I wish you were a felon!" was the astounding conclusion of Elva, asshe passed him by and entered the house. 

From this day Le watched Odalite more closely, and he discovered that, onall occasions when she was in company with Anglesea, she treated him withopen contempt, except when her father was present; then indeed she seemedto put constraint upon herself and to treat her betrothed with decentrespect. Was this done to avert any suspicions of the real state of herfeelings from her father's mind?

From this day, also, Le was often absent on errands that took him from theneighborhood and sometimes kept him over night. And when interrogated byhis uncle, or any member of the family, as to the business that called himaway, he would give evasive answers. 

But all noticed that Le's spirits were much improved, so that he was morelike the ruddy, jubilant Le that he had been in the past, than at anyother time since his return home. He walked with a light step, spoke in abrisk tone, sang snatches of sea songs and winked knowingly at thewondering children. 

Meantime the wedding came on apace. 

CHAPTER XVII

ROSEMARY HEDGE

"Oldfield, December 20, 18--. 

"Sukey: I saw Miss Sibby Bayard's Gad go by the house this morning on themule, with a bag of wheat before him, taking it to old Killman's mill tobe ground, and I know she is going to have hot biscuits for supper out ofthe new wheat; so I want you to come and bring Rosemary with you, and wewill walk over there and take tea with her. You ride Jo, and take thechild up behind you, and let the boy walk. Dolly. "

"Sukey" was Miss Grandiere, a tall, handsome and dignified maiden lady ofabout forty years of age. She had a shapely head, regular features, faircomplexion, blue eyes and brown hair, brushed away from her forehead, andtwisted into a roll on the top of her head. 

She wore a plain, dark, calico gown, made with a short waist, tightsleeves, and long, narrow skirt, and a plain, white, muslin handkerchiefaround her neck, and pinned firmly across her bosom. 

She stood upon the rudest sort of porch, built of rough pine boards, andshaded by hop vines, now withered under the wintry air. 

Yet homely as were her attire and surroundings, it seemed as inappropriatefor any one to call the stately Susannah Grandiere "Sukey, " as it is forsome writers to refer to England's magnificent Elizabeth as "Queen Bess. "

Beside this dignified dame stood a very dainty, delicate andpathetic-looking little girl of about twelve years of age, who leaned halffondly, half lazily against the lady's side. 

She was Miss Grandiere's niece, shadow and worshiper. Her name wasRosemary Hedge, and she was the only and orphan child of Miss Grandiere'swidowed sister, Mrs. Dorothy Hedge, the writer of the note. 

Rosemary was a slight, tiny, fragile creature, with a mere slip of afigure, and mites of hands and feet. She had a thin face, a pale rosecomplexion, large, light blue eyes, and black hair, which she wore aschildren do now--partly banged across her forehead, but mostly hangingdown her shoulders. She was clothed in a prim, blue, calico gown, with ashort waist, high neck, tight sleeves, and a skirt all the way down to herfeet, which were shod in coarse leather shoes over home-knit, graystockings. 

The child was looking up to her aunt in great anxiety while the latterread the letter brought by the negro boy, Dan, who stood, torn hat inhand, holding the bridle of a short, fat, white cob, Jovial by name, commonly called "Jo. "

"Is it for me to go home? Oh, Aunt Sukey, is it for me to go home?"uneasily inquired the little girl, as the lady folded the letter. 

"No, child, no, " soothingly replied the lady. "It is only to ask us bothto ride four miles, and walk one, for the sake of eating 'Hot Biscuits, 'in capital letters, for supper. "

"She say--Miss Dolly say--how you and Miss Ro'mery mus' ride Jo, and me tolead him, " here explained the ragged negro boy. 

"Just like my poor sister Hedge! Well, it does not matter much. I wasthinking about going over to Oldfield to-day; but all the horses herebeing at work, I had to give it up. Anyhow, I had certainly made up mymind to go down on the bay, before the great Force wedding, for as theceremony is to be performed at All Faith Church, it will be much moreconvenient to attend it from Oldfield than from here. Are the ladies atOldfield invited to the wedding, do you know, Dan?"

"Oh, Lor'! yes'm. Ebrybody is 'wited, an' de church all dessicated full o'holly an' ebbergreens, like Chris'mas!"

"Decorated, you mean, Dan. "

"Yes'm, desecrated. "

"Now then, Dan, give the horse some water, and let him rest while you getsomething to eat. We have just now done dinner, and the servants aretaking theirs in the kitchen. Aunt Moll will give you yours, and by thetime you have finished we shall be ready to start. Come, Rosemary. "

And taking her niece by the hand, Miss Grandiere stepped from the porchinto a plainly furnished bedchamber, which was her own privateapartment--sitting room by day, bedroom by night--and which she sharedwith her favorite niece whenever the little girl happened to be stayingwith her, which was, indeed, most of the time. 

"Aunt Sukey's room" was the best bedchamber in the farmhouse, being on thefirst floor, in the rear of the building, and opening upon the vine-shadedporch on the outside, and into the common hall on the inside. 

On a line with the porch was the best parlor, and on the other side of thehall there was a front dining room and a back sitting room. 

Although "Aunt Sukey's room" was the best, it was a very plain apartment, with whitewashed walls and bare floor. 

On each side of the door, as you entered from the porch, was a window, making the place very light and cheerful. This was the east side. On thesouth side was an open fireplace, with a bright, oak-wood fire burning init, defended by a wire fender. Above it was a mantelpiece, adorned by afine engraving of the Nativity in a plain, wooden frame, and flanked bytwo brass candlesticks. In the corner was a triangular cupboard with glassdoors reaching from floor to ceiling, and filled with a collection of rareold china which would have been the envy and despair of a wealthy andfashionable collector; for one of Aunt Sukey's grandfathers and two of heruncles and one of her brothers had been captains of East Indiamerchantmen. 

On the west side stood a high, old-fashioned chest of drawers, whose topwas covered with a fair, white, linen cloth, and adorned by an old-timelooking glass mounted on its own box of small dressing drawers. On eachside of this glass were two round bandboxes of blue paper, containing twopoke bonnets, as common then as now. 

Finally, on the north side of the room, with its head against the wall, stood the pride of the chamber--a four-post, mahogany bedstead with white, dimity curtains, and with a full, high, feather bed and bolsters andpillows heaped up, and covered--the bed with a homemade, blue-and-whitecounterpane, and the bolster and pillows by cases of homespun whitelinen. 

All along the walls of the room, between every piece of furniture, stoodplain, chip-bottom pine chairs. In the middle of the room, as being inconstant use, was a chip-bottom rocker and a child's low chair of the samematerial. A large spinning wheel stood in the corner between the windowand the fireplace, and before it stood a negro girl, spinning. This wasMiss Sukey's own maid, Henny. 

Miss Susannah Grandiere did not live in her own house, although she was awoman of ample means and might have done so. She divided her time aboutequally between the two farmhouses--Grove Hill, the home of her marriedsister, Mrs. William Elk, where she was staying at present; and Oldfield, the home of her married brother, Thomas Grandiere, and also of theirwidowed sister, Mrs. Dorothy Hedge, to which she had just been invited. 

These two places were always familiarly referred to by their respectiveowners as "Up in the Forest" and "Down on the Bay"--Grove Hill being "Upin the Forest, " and Oldfield "Down on the Bay. "

In both these farmhouses there was a room set apart and known as "AuntSukey's room, " and her treasures, her Lares and Penates, were aboutequally divided between them. 

These rooms, however, when unoccupied, were at the disposal of any visitorwho might be staying at either house during the absence of MissGrandiere. 

But whether Aunt Sukey sojourned at Oldfield or at Grove Hill, her quaint, little orphan niece, Rosemary, was always her inseparable companion--anarrangement that was not displeasing to the widowed mother, who said inher heart:

"If anything should happen to me, Sukey will take care of Rosemary. " Or, "If Sukey should never marry, Rosemary will be her heiress. "

Even the negroes said:

"Miss Ro'm'ry is mo' like Miss Sukey's own chile dan Miss Dolly's darter, anyways. "

They had now been staying "Up in the Forest" ever since harvest, and theirmanner of life was quaint enough, especially in the evenings. 

When the day was nearly spent, and the family supper was over, and UncleBilly had gone out to see that barn and stable and sheepfold were wellsecured, and all else right outside, and when Aunt Molly had gone herrounds in poultry yard and dairy, and was putting her children to bed, then Aunt Sukey, Rosemary and the negro girl, Henny, would retire intoAunt Sukey's room, to utilize the lingering light of the short winter dayby working at whatever tasks were on hand, for never did holiday beginuntil the candle should be lighted. 

It was some homely, country work always. And Aunt Sukey would probably beknitting. Rosemary sewing together scraps for a patchwork quilt and thenegro girl, Henny, seated on a stool, would be engaged in winding off theyarn from a "jack" into balls. 

It was usually little Rosemary who would give the signal for stoppingwork, by saying, in pleading tones:

"Aunt Sukey, ain't it most time to let down the blinds and light thecandle?"

Whereupon the negro girl would set her reel jack in the corner, and untieand drop the paper blinds before the two windows, and light the tallow dipon the mantelpiece. 

Rosemary would roll up her "pieces, " and put away her work in a littlehomemade chip basket, which she would hang upon its own nail. 

Last of all, Aunt Sukey would draw her knitting needle from its sheaf, roll up the half-finished stocking, and put it away in a workbag hangingon a hook, near the chimney corner. 

And then began the dissipations of the evening. Innocent enoughdissipations, though they were howled at by some folks. 

Aunt Sukey would resume her seat in the rocker. 

Henny would set a little table near her mistress, and place on it thelighted candle and a pair of snuffers. 

Rosemary would bring out from the top drawer of the bureau a hoarded andtreasured volume, and lay it beside them. 

Then, when all were seated--the lady in her rocker, the child on a littlechair at her feet, and the negro girl on the floor in the corner of thechimney--Aunt Sukey would open the book, and begin where she left off thenight before, and go on with the fortunes of "Evelina, " "Camilla, ""Clarissa Harlowe, " or "Amanda Fitzallen, " as the case might be; novels, which, however excellent in themselves, would scarcely be read in thesedays, though in those they were "devoured, " so much so that if one of themappeared in any house, it was sure to go the round of the whole county, and be read to rags before it got home again, if it ever did. In thisrespect the neighborhood was a free, unorganized, irresponsiblecirculating library. 

Aunt Sukey bought some books, lent some, and borrowed some, but never keptany. 

So evening after evening she would read to her attentive hearers, whilelittle Rosemary's large, blue eyes grew larger and larger with wonder andinterest, and Henny's attention relaxed, and her head drooped lower andlower, as she nodded over the fire, until there seemed some danger of herfalling into it. 

In this manner Miss Sukey was training, all unconsciously, the mind of themost romantic little fairy that ever lived to make a romance of her own. 

When the dip candle had burned nearly down to the socket Aunt Sukey knewby that sign that it was about nine o'clock. They had no other timepiece, so they went by the candle, which always burned just so long. 

Then Aunt Sukey would only finish her chapter before closing her book. 

Then Henny would wake up, light a fresh candle, and stand waiting orders. She need never have waited, for she knew exactly what the order would be. It was always the same formula. 

"Henny, go to the storehouse, and draw a jug of fresh cider, and cork ittight. Then take the bread tray, and get a quart of flour, and a quarterof a pound of lard, and a teaspoonful of salt, and bring all in here. Anddon't forget the rolling board and pin, nor the hoe blade. "

These would all be brought, and then Henny, having carefully washed herhands, and set the clean hoe blade to heat before the fire, would stand upto the table upon which she had placed her kneading tray, and there shewould knead and afterward roll out her hoe cake, and spread it on theheated hoe to bake before the fire. She would, in fact, bake three insuccession, turning them carefully, and finally placing them near the fireas they were taken off the hoe, to be kept hot until all was ready. Lastly, she would carry away all the utensils used, bring the little tableto the front of the fire, and place cider, glasses, hoe cakes and chinaplates from the corner cupboard upon it. And the aunt and niece would sitdown and "take a snack, " as they called it--make a very hearty supper ofvery substantial food, as we should certainly say. What powers ofdigestion they must have had!

When they had feasted, Henny would finish what was left, clear and replacethe table, replenish the fire from the wood pile outside the door, sweepthe hearth, put up the fender, and bid her mistress good-night. 

The aunt and niece would say their prayers, undress, and go to bedtogether. 

This was the routine, observed every evening, that Rosemary enjoyed morethan anything on the face of the earth, except--oh, yes! except going tothe dancing school at Charlotte Hall, whither she was taken with hercousins at Oldfield twice a week. 

CHAPTER XVIII

THE VISIT TO MISS SIBBY

Just such an evening the two cronies had passed on the day previous tothis sudden invitation to go to Miss Sibby's. 

Rosemary hated to go. She knew to do so would involve the sacrifice oftheir evening readings. 

"Oh, Aunt Sukey, " she said, as she buttoned up her blue bombazetpelisse--"oh, to think that we had got into such an interesting part of'The Children of the Abbey!' Amanda had just met Lord Mortimer! And now itwill be a week, or maybe a fortnight, before we can go on with it. "

"Never mind, Rosemary. Your mother lets you stay with me nearly always, and you are her only child, too, and she is a widow; so when she sends forus we must go, " said Aunt Sukey. 

"Oh, yes, I know; but Amanda and Lord Mortimer----"

"Never mind Amanda and Lord Mortimer; they can wait until we come back. Now roll up your quilt pieces, and we will put them in my bag. Come! areyou ready?"

"Yes, Aunt Sukey, soon as I have pulled on my mits. "

"Now we must go and take leave of Molly and the children, " said MissGrandiere. 

But as she spoke, there entered from the door on the right of thefireplace a pretty, fragile woman of about forty-five years of age, who, with the exception of her fair skin, blue eyes and brown hair, bore notthe slightest resemblance to her tall, stately and handsome sister. Shewas dressed in a brown, linsey gown, white apron, white neck shawl andwhite cap. She was closely followed by two little girls of ten and twelveyears of age, fair and blue-eyed, like their mother, with frocks thatseemed to have been cut off the same piece as their mother's gown. Thesewere the two children of the house--Erina and Melina Elk. 

"Why, I have just heard from Dan that you are going Down on the Bay, " saidthe newcomer. 

"Yes; Dolly Hedge has sent for us; and as I wanted to go so as to see thewedding at All Faith on Tuesday, I think it is rather lucky that she hassent. "

"How long are you going to stay?"

"Until after the wedding, certainly; perhaps longer. "

"Well, I do feel so ashamed of the Forces for throwing off their own fleshand blood for the sake of a stranger and a foreigner, that I have nopatience with them; and I wouldn't go to the wedding, no, not if it wasnext door!"

"But, Molly, the young lady fell in love with the English officer; and Ithink it was very noble of her father to sacrifice his own dearest hopeson the shrine of his daughter's happiness. "

"Oh, don't talk to me about shrines and sacrifices! That's all out of theromances you wear your eyes out reading at night. I believe in neighborsand in kinsfolks, not in strangers and foreigners. There!"

"Well, Molly, you have a right to your own opinions, and the Forces have aright to theirs. You must admit that!"

"Yes; and the heathen have a right to theirs, I suppose you think, Sukey. "

"No; that is carrying the matter too far. But good-by, Molly. We must gonow. We will be back as soon as we can. "

The departing ones kissed their relatives, and went out to the block, where Dan stood holding the horse. 

Henny followed with a heavy shawl, which she folded and laid upon thesaddle. 

"Mind, girl; as soon as you have cleaned up the room, get ready and comeafter us. We may stay longer than we expect Down on the Bay, so you mustbring a change of clothes with you. Be sure to start from here in time toget to Oldfield before night. I don't like, the idea of your going throughthe forest alone after dark, " said Miss Grandiere. 

"Nebber you fear, Miss Sukey. I be down at Olefiel' by de time yo' dereyo'se'f--fo' sundown, anyhow, " said the negro girl, as she helped hermistress to climb into the saddle, and then lifted Rosemary up to a seatbehind her. 

"Now, Miss Rose'ry, yo' hole on tight. Put yo' arms 'roun' yo' AuntSukey's waist, and hole on tight. Don't you slip off! Look'ee here, yo'nigger Dan; yo' walk 'longside ob dis chile, case she fall off. Tell yo'wot, nigger, ef dis chile fall off an' break her arm or anyfing, yo'better not show yo' face at Olefiel'--nor likewise here, needer! Yo' hearsme, doan yo'?"

"Oh, Aunt Henny, I am not going to fall off; nor neither would Dan let me. Poor Dan! Don't scold him beforehand, " pleaded Rosemary. 

"High, chile, 'twould be too late to scold arterward. Wot I sez is, doyou' scoldin' an' yo' whippin' 'fo' dere's any cause fer it--'taint nogood to do it arterward; 'twon't ondo nuffin' wot's done, " said Henny; buther wisdom was lost on the party, who had already started on their way, aunt and niece riding double, and Dan walking beside the horse. 

Their way lay over snow-covered ground, through bare woods, up and downrolling hills, and over frozen streams. 

It was three o'clock in the afternoon when they emerged from the lastpiece of woods and entered upon a cultivated clearing, in which stood anold-fashioned farmhouse, with a steep roof with gable ends, dormerwindows, and wide porches, surrounded by its barn, granaries and negroquarters. 

As Miss Grandiere pulled up at the horse block before the door, a lady, tall, stately, handsome, with a fair complexion, blue eyes and brown hair, very like Miss Grandiere herself, and handsomely dressed in a puce-coloredsilk pelisse, and a beaver bonnet, appeared at the door, and said:

"You haven't time to stop, Sukey. Sally and the children are all well, andare in the storeroom picking over apples. You can see them when we comehome this evening; but now we must hurry; so you just get down and set thechild in your seat, and let Dan lead the horse, and we will walk throughthe woods to Miss Sibby's. I don't know what is going on there, butsomething is. "

"I thought it was hot biscuits out of the new flour, " said MissGrandiere. 

"Yes, it is that, too, " replied Mrs. Hedge, without perceiving thesarcasm; "but there is something else--something that that wild youngblade, Roland Bayard, and that young Midshipman Force, have on foot. Iknow there is!"

"Roland Bayard! Has he come home?"

"So Gad says. I couldn't get much out of that nigger, though. He said hewas in a hurry, and hadn't time to stop. He said he had to carry that bagof wheat to the mill and get it ground, and carry it back home in time tomake bread for supper; so you see I couldn't get much out of him. "

By this time the new order of procession was formed, and the sisterswalked on together, followed by little Rosemary on the saddle, and Danleading the horse. 

"I should not think, " said Miss Grandiere, "that young Midshipman Forcewould feel very much like skylarking after such a disappointment andmortification as he has had. "

"No would you, now? But then he was a mere boy, and she only a child, whenthey were engaged; and then after three years, you know, both might havechanged their minds, " suggested practical Mrs. Hedge. 

"I don't know, " sighed sentimental Miss Grandiere. 

"Well, I tell you, of all the scapegrace, devil-may-care, never-do-well, neck-or-nothing boys that ever lived or died in this world, that RolandBayard is the very worst! I am sorry young Force has anything to do withhim. "

"I don't think he is evil at heart, " pleaded Miss Grandiere. 

"'Evil at heart'" repeated Mrs. Hedge, reflectively. "No, perhaps not. "

"He is a little wild, to be sure. "

"'A little wild!' He is enough to break Miss Sibby's heart!"

"I don't see why. He is no kin to her. "

"No; but she loves him as if he were her only son. She liked to have criedher eyes out when he went to sea, you know. "

"Yes, I know. And yet it was as good a career as he could enter upon. Themerchant service is not so genteel as the navy, to be sure, but, then, itis really more promising, in a lucrative point of view, and a young man ofno family need not mind about the gentility. "

"Yet that is just what grieved Miss Sibby's heart--that her adopted nephewshould be obliged to gratify his passion for the sea by entering themerchant service instead of the United States Navy. "

"Poor Miss Sibby! It is hard to say whether her pride in her own descentor her love for her adopted nephew is her ruling passion, " concluded MissGrandiere, with a smile. 

Their walk had now brought them to the borders of a frozen creek, on theother side of which stood a small farmhouse, surrounded by a fewoutbuildings. 

This was "Forest Rest, " or "Miss Sibby's, " as it was frequently called. 

At the open door stood a short, stout old lady, in a homespun brown linseygown, a white apron, and a white cap. 

She had seen the approach of visitors from her window, and had come out towelcome them. 

"How do? How do?" she exclaimed, holding out both hands and shaking them, right and left. "How dee do? Why, I'm mighty proud to see you! Come in!Come in out'n the cold!" she added, as she led her visitors through thefront door that opened immediately into the principal room of the house. 

It was a large, homely room, with whitewashed walls, bare floor, largeopen fireplace, and two front windows, shaded with blue paper blinds. Itwas plainly furnished with a pine table, chip chairs, corner cupboard, tall clock, and all the usual features of the rustic parlor. Its greatredeeming point was the glowing fire of oak logs that burned in the broadchimney. 

"Come right here and sit down, and get a good warm before you take offyour things. Make yourself comfortable, sez I! never mind looks, " saidMiss Sibby, drawing chairs close to the hearth for her half frozenguests. 

"So Roland has come home, I hear, Miss Sibby, " began Mrs. Hedge, as shestretched her benumbed fingers over the fire. 

"Yes, he has, safe and sound; thanks be to the Lord! He got home the veryselfsame day that young Le Force arrove; though nyther of them knowedanything about the other's coming 'til they met by accident at old LukeBarriere's store. Now, wasn't that a coinference? 'Truth is stranger norfriction, ' sez I. "

"Is he going to sea again, Miss Sibby?" inquired Miss Grandiere. 

"Well, I reckon sooner or later he must go, if he won't do nothing else. Ayoung youth must do something for a living, sez I; and if he don't do onething he must do another, sez I. But I do hope next time as he may get aberth along of your brother George. When is Capting Grandiere expectedhome?"

"I don't know. He was at Rio de Janeiro when we heard from him last. "

"Ah me! so far as that? That's on the coast of Guinea, ain't it?"

"No; Brazil, South America. "

"Well, Lord knows that's far enough. I did hope as the _Kitty_ would becoming home soon, and Roland could get a berth 'long o' Capting Grandiere. But there's nothing but disappointment in this world, sez I!"

"The worst case of disappointment I know of is that of poor young LeonidasForce!" said Mrs. Hedge. 

"Now ain't it, though" chimed in Miss Sibby. 

"To come home to meet his sweetheart, and find her just about to bemarried to another man!"

"And him a furriner! That's what makes me sick! A furriner! Them as hasthe least to do with furriners, sez I, comes the best off, sez I! It's allthe gal's fault, too! She fell in love along of this furriner! And herfather, he give in to her, 'cause she cried and took on! But, Lor'! whatcould you expect of the young thing, sez I? 'Trot sire, trot dam, ' sez I, 'the colt will never pace, ' sez I! And you may take my word for that. "

"What do you mean, Miss Sibby? How do you apply the proverb to this case?"inquired Miss Grandiere. 

"Why, don't you see? What did her daddy do? 'Stead o' marrying of some oldneighbor's darter, like you, Miss Sukey----"

"No, I thank you!" put in Miss Grandiere. 

"Or me, " continued Miss Sibby, without noticing the interruption, "or someother, as everybody knows all about, what did he go and do? Why, he went'way out yonder to the Devil's Icy Peak, summers, and married of astranger and a furriner, and a heathen and a pagan, for aught he knew! andfetches of her home here to us! That's what her daddy did! And now, whatdid her mammy do? Why, 'stead o' marrying of one of her own countrymen andkinsfolks, she ups and marries a 'Merican man as was a stranger andfurriner to her; and a heathen and a pagan for aught that she knew. "

"But they loved one another; there is no question of that, " pleaded MissGrandiere. 

"What if they did? That's the contrariness of it, sez I! What call hadeither of 'em be 'a loving of strangers and furriners and a marrying ofthem, sez I? And now the gal has done just as her father and mother didbefore her! Turned her back on her own kith and kin, and took up 'long ofa stranger and a furriner, and a heathen and a pagan, for aught she knows, sez I! It's in the blood, sez I! 'Trot sire, trot dam, ' sez I! 'and thecolt'll never pace, ' sez I! And now, ladies, if you have thawed out andwill take off your bonnets and things, I will put them away. But maybe youwould rather go to a bedroom?"

"Yes, " said Miss Grandiere, rising and going to a door on the side leadinginto an inner chamber. 

"Oh! stop. Don't go in there, please, Miss Sukey, I--I have got a strangelady in there, " hastily exclaimed their hostess. 

"A strange lady!" repeated Miss Grandiere, in surprise. 

"Yes--leastways a strange woman. I don't know about a lady; for if you'renot acquainted with a person, sez I, you can't tell if they are ladies orno. But come upstairs and I will tell you about her, or leastways all Iknow about her. Lor', I sometimes s'picions as maybe she's Roland'smother!"

CHAPTER XIX

A STRANGE WOMAN

Miss Sibby opened a door in the corner near the fireplace and led hervisitors up a steep and narrow flight of stairs to a small upper chamberin the roof, which was lighted by one dormer window, and furnished verysimply with a bedstead, a chest of drawers, a washstand, and two canechairs. 

"Now, you see, I'm very sorry to have to fetch you up here, where there'sno fire; but that strange woman, you know, when she come, of course I hadto give up my room to her, and so you see how it is, " said Miss Sibby, apologetically. 

"Oh! never mind. We shall not stay up here long enough to get chilled; butwho is the woman, anyhow?" inquired Mrs. Hedge. 

"Well, she is a widdy woman, and her name is a Mrs. Wright, and she comefrom Callyfoundland. "

"California, do you mean?"

"Yes; I s'pose that is it. I was thinking of Newfoundland, where Rolandmade his first voyage, and I got 'em mixed. It's impossible to memorizeall the places, sez I. Well, about Mrs. Wright. She was a passenger onboard the _Blue Bird_; and, naterally, Roland being third mate, gotacquainted long of her, and she was bound for Port Tobacco, where she hadbusiness in the neighborhood concerning her late husband's affairs, and soshe come down from Baltimore long o' Roland, and he fotch her here, andwhat could I do, sez I? I couldn't turn her out'n doors, could I? And sheand Roland are that thick together as I sometimes s'picions mebbe as she'shis own mother; for, you know, nobody knows who Roland's people are--achild which was flung ashore by the sea when the _Carrier Pigeon_ waswrecked. "

"But if she was she would say so, wouldn't she?" inquired Mrs. Hedge. 

"I don't know. I don't know. Sometimes I think I will ask her if she everhad a long-lost child. But, sez I, it's a delicate question, sez I, to askof a strange woman, sez I. And so I think I'll wait and see how thingswill turn out. Anyhow, you'll see her at tea time, and Roland, too, andjust you take notice!"

And so saying, Miss Sibby attended her guests--who had finished theirtoilets--downstairs. 

A neat, old, colored woman was engaged in setting the table for tea. 

"Put seven plates and seven cups and saucers, Mocka. I spects young Mr. Force will come in along of Master Roland, " said Miss Sibby, as she oncemore seated herself among her guests around the fire. 

Presently the inner door opened and a very fine-looking woman of aboutthirty-five years of age entered the room. She was a brilliant brunette, with a great quantity of rippling black hair covering a well-shaped head. Her features were, perhaps, rather coarse, her face and form rather toofull, and her stature too low, but her eyes were large, black andbeautiful, and shaded by long and very thick black lashes, and arched byheavy black brows; her mouth was large but well formed, plump and red, andher complexion was rich and beautiful beyond description. A strikinglyhandsome woman she would have been called anywhere. She wore a black silkdress, with fine lace ruffles at the throat and wrists; a pearl brooch anda very heavy gold watch chain. 

She waddled into the room, with an easy, rolling motion, and noddedgraciously to the company assembled there. 

She looked doubtful, the sisters thought. She might be a lady, but--

As soon as she spoke all doubts were set at rest. 

"Mrs. Wright, 'low me to introduce you to Mrs. Hedge, and to MissGrandiere, also to little Miss Hedge, " said the hostess, rising andformally presenting the stranger to her neighbors. 

"Proud to know you, ma'am. Proud to know you, miss. Proud to know you, little miss. It is most seasonable weather for the season, " said thestranger, bowing elaborately and smiling broadly on each of her newacquaintances--who all returned her greetings with quiet courtesy--andthen seating herself in the armchair which had apparently been left vacantfor her. 

Both the sisters saw at once that the romance of Miss Sibby was notfounded on fact, and that this woman could not have been the mother of thesea waif, Roland Bayard. 

She chattered away incessantly about her voyage from San Francisco, herseasickness, the kindness of the young mate Bayard to her, and his greatservice in bringing her on to such a friendly house, and her intention topay Miss Sibby very handsomely for the accommodation she had affordedher. 

This latter clause, however, aroused Miss Sibby's ire. To talk of payingher! And in the presence of her genteel neighbors, too!

"No, ma'am!" exclaimed the old lady. "No, ma'am, you don't pay me nothing!Not if I know it, sez I! You're welkim, ma'am, sez I, to the very best inthe house, as long as you choose to honor me with your company. But youdon't pay for it! No, ma'am! No! Sybilla Bayard is poor enough, the Lordknows, sez I! And she has fallen far enough from her high estate, sez I!She who was descended from the great Duke of England; but she don't sellher hospitality, sez I! Not the descendant from the Duke of England don't, sez I!"

Poor Miss Sibby! Poor, simple old body! She was very much laughed at onaccount of her boasted ancestor, the "Duke of England. " Yet her mistakewas not so great as it seemed, for it was only the slight mistake of usingthe definite article "the" for the indefinite article "a, " nor were herclaims quite so ridiculous as they appeared to be, as will soon beproved. 

"I beg your pardon, ma'am, I'm sure. I didn't mean no offense whatever!But--are you--descended from the Duke of England?" inquired the strangeguest, opening her eyes wide with astonishment. 

"I am, " replied Miss Sibby, with great dignity. "And I'll prove it. Myfather was a Bayard, and his mother was a Barbar, and hergreat-great-grandfather was Henry Howard, third son of Thomas, Duke ofEngland. These two ladies can testify to that, I reckon. "

The stranger turned wondering eyes upon the two sisters. 

Miss Grandiere answered by saying:

"Miss Bayard means a duke of England, and, as a mere matter of detail, thefourth Duke of Norfolk, one of whose younger sons came over in 1634 withthe Calverts. "

"Duke of Norfolk be hanged! Why, Norfolk is in this country, over yonderin Virginny somewhere, and we haven't got any dukes here! no, ma'am. Mygrandmother's great-grandfather was the son of the Duke of England!"persisted the old descendant of the Howards. 

"But, my dear Miss Sibby, England is not a duchy!"

"Who said it was Dutchy! I know the Dutch come from Holland. I knowsomething, if I am a poor, ignorant old 'oman, fallen from my high estate. And I know as I am descended from the Duke of England, and nobody shalltake that prop from underneath of me! It has supported me in many a hardtrial of life!"

"No, no one shall take it from you, " said Miss Grandiere, yielding thepoint. 

At this moment the door opened, admitting a fine, tall, dark-eyed anddark-haired young man, with a bright, merry, mischievous countenance. 

He bowed to the ladies, threw his sailor hat upon the floor, and went andkissed his Aunt Sibby, and then lifted Rosemary in his arms and kissedher. Finally he shook hands again all around. 

"Glad to see you back, Roland!" said Miss Grandiere. 

"Welcome home, my boy!" said Mrs. Hedge. 

"Did you get me a card to the wedding?" inquired the Widow Wright. 

"Yes--that is, Le Force got it for me. I could not have got it, you know. Here are three--one for you, one for auntie, and one for myself, " said theyoung sailor, displaying the elegant cards of silver letters on whitesatin tablets. 

"Then you are all going to the wedding?" said Mrs. Hedge. 

"Yes, I reckon so now; though dear knows I didn't expect no invitation. But I reckon it was a kind thought of that young Le to send me one, " saidMiss Sibby. 

"I think it very strange that the young man should be able to take theleast interest in that wedding. I should think he would keep as far fromthe house and as far from the church as possible!" said Mrs. Hedge. 

"Why, he is going to be groomsman!" put in young Bayard, laughing. 

"No!" exclaimed in one breath all the women except Miss Grandiere, whoquietly remarked:

"It is, probably, as I suspected. That childish engagement amounted tonothing. The childish affection faded from both hearts, and the young manwas as well pleased to be off it as the young lady was. "

"Yes, mebbe so, indeed. But where is Le this afternoon? I thought as hewas coming home with you, " inquired Miss Sibby. 

"No; he couldn't. He had something else to do, " replied Roland. 

While they talked the one servant woman of Miss Sibby was coming and goingbetween kitchen and parlor, bringing in dishes of fried chicken and friedham, plates of hot biscuits and India cakes, plates of pickles, preserves, butter, cheese and all that goes to make up the edibles of a rustic teatable for company. 

When the teapot was brought in, last of all, Miss Sibby went to the headof the board, and heartily invited the guests to be seated. 

They accepted without delay. And were soon too busily engaged with theirteacups to carry on the conversation about the wedding. Each one of thecompany present could have testified that not one of their number slightedthe delicacies set before them by Miss Sibby. 

When tea was over and it was growing dark, Mrs. Hedge and Miss Grandierearose to take leave. 

Mr. Roland Bayard insisted on seeing them safely through the woods ofOldfield. 

So, when well wrapped up in their warm outer garments, they took leave ofMiss Sibby and her guest, and set out for Oldfield, young Bayard gallantlyescorting the two sisters on their walk, and the negro boy, Dan, leadingthe horse on which Rosemary rode. 

They reached Oldfield in good time. 

Young Bayard declined their invitation to enter, but promised to callsoon, and so bade them good-night at the door. 

CHAPTER XX

THE WEDDING DAY

"Mother; Oh, mother! Give me something to help me to go through thisday--something to stupefy--something to deaden me!"

It was Odalite's voice. 

She had arisen from a sleepless bed, and come into her mother's room assoon as she had heard her father leave it. 

She was, perhaps, the whitest, coldest, saddest bride that had ever seen awedding morn. 

Mrs. Force was standing before her dressing-glass, engaged in braiding herown bright hair. She turned and looked at her daughter again, with theoften-recurring thought:

"Yes, yes, if it were not for her father's sake, I would rather dress mychild for her burial than for this bridal. "

She took the girl in her arms and kissed her, asking tenderly:

"What is it, dear?"

"Mother, I don't know. I dare not trust myself to go through with to-day'swork. I have such strange, wild, mad risings in my heart, in my nerves, inmy brain! I want something to overpower all this, and keep it down. "

"My poor, poor darling! Oh, if I could suffer instead of you! Ah me! Mustthe innocent always suffer for the guilty?"

"You were never, never guilty, dear mother. And you also suffer. Ah! I seethat you do. Don't grieve for me, mother, darling. Indeed, I am not--I amnot----" She was about to add, "not unhappy, " but truth arrested herwords, and after a little pause she said: "I only want you to give mesomething to steady me. That is all. " Then, seeing the anguish of thelady's face, she smiled wanly and added: "It will all be right, mother, dear. I know it will. I am trying to do my duty, and the Lord will notforsake me. It is only the--the wildness that comes over me. I wantsomething to subdue it. "

"Sit down, dear; sit down, " said Elfrida Force, leading her daughter tothe easy chair by the fire, and leaving her reclining there, while sheherself went to her dressing-case and brought out that little vial ofcolorless liquid, that looked as innocent as the purest spring water, andyet contained death to a dozen strong men, if administered. 

"A teaspoonful of this would give her peace forever, " whispered thetempter. And the woman shuddered, and nearly let fall the bottle. Sherecovered herself, dropped half a dozen drops on a lozenge, and brought itto her daughter, saying gently:

"This will quiet you, my dear. "

Odalite took it with a smile and put it between her lips. 

The door opened and Wynnette and Elva came in in their nightdresses. 

They had "resigned" themselves "to the inevitable, " especially as they sawthat Le had ceased to grieve over it, and had even consented to be thegroomsman, while they were to be the bridesmaids. 

"I am sure, if Le don't mind it, we needn't, " said Wynnette. 

"And, oh, what beautiful dresses we have to wear!" added Elva. 

Now they had burst into their mother's chamber, in all the excitementinspired by the occasion. 

"We went into your room, Odalite, and as you were not there, we knew youmust be here, " said Elva, running and throwing her arms around hersister's neck. 

"All right this morning, Odalite?" inquired Wynnette. 

"Yes, " quietly replied the girl, upon whom the powerful sedative wasalready beginning to act. 

"My children, go and get ready for breakfast. It is ordered half an hourearlier this morning on account of the wedding. We must be at the churchby eleven o'clock, " said Mrs. Force. 

The two little girls scuttled away to hurry on their home clothes to godown to the dining room. 

Mrs. Force had finished dressing herself, and now spoke to her daughter, who was still in her nightgown, reclining back in the chair. 

"Odalite, you need not exert yourself to come down, dear. I will send yousomething up here. What shall it be?"

"Anything you like, mamma, " languidly replied the girl. 

The lady left the chamber and went down to the dining room, where shefound all the family, with the exception of the bride-elect, assembled. 

The bridegroom-expectant, who was still a member of the household, advanced politely, greeted his prospective mother-in-law and led her toher seat at the head of the table. 

"Where is Odalite?" inquired Mr. Force, as he took his seat at the foot. 

"I have left her in my apartment. She must not fatigue herself by makingtwo toilets. I shall send her breakfast up, " replied the lady. 

"I hope she is quite well this morning?" said Col. Anglesea. 

"Quite well, " replied the lady. 

And when she had served all her circle with coffee, tea, or cocoa, shecalled a servant to bring a waiter, and she prepared and sent up a daintylittle repast to her daughter. 

"The carriages will be at the door by ten o'clock, my dears, so you willplease to be ready. It will take us full an hour to drive to All Faith. Ihope the church will be well warmed, " said the father of the family, asthey all arose from the table. 

"We will be ready in time, " replied Mrs. Force, as they passed out of thedining room. 

Leonidas Force looked so white and grim that little Elva paused behind therest to speak to him. 

"Le! Le! what's the matter? I do believe you do care, after all. "

"Hush, Elva, " said the youth, in a whisper. 

"Le! if you do care, you can forbid the banns, on account of thatengagement of yours. You can, indeed! Wynnette and I have been readingover the marriage service in the prayer book, and there is a place whereit says, 'If any man here present can show cause'----You know why itshouldn't be done, it wouldn't be done, and there an end! And I am sureyou could show cause, Le!"

"Yes, dear; but I won't!" Le replied. 

"Elva! If you don't stir your stumps--I mean hurry up--you won't be readyin time!" called Wynnette, from the bannister above. 

Elva broke away, and ran upstairs. 

And then began the toil of the toilets. 

Every bedchamber was occupied as a dressing room. 

Col. Anglesea, under the hands of his valet, was preparing himself in hisown apartment. 

Le, in his little den, was dressing unassisted. 

Mr. Force, in a little closet adjoining his wife's room, was shaved andbrushed and polished up by Jake, his "body servant. "

Mrs. Force, with the assistance of her maid Luce, first dressed herdaughter Odalite, and seating her on her large easy chair, left her whileshe dressed herself. 

Miss Meeke, in the children's room, first made their toilets and then herown. 

By half-past nine o'clock all the women of the family were assembled inthe drawing room waiting for the gentlemen and the carriages. 

The white, cold, still bride wore a trained dress of white velvet, madehigh in the neck and long in the sleeves, and trimmed with swansdown; awreath of orange blossoms; a veil of white Spanish lace. A servant stoodnear her holding a large white fur cloak, with hood and muff, to be wornin the carriage. 

The two little bridesmaids wore dresses of white cashmere, also made withhigh neck and long sleeves, and trimmed with white satin. They carriedlarge white woolen wraps, to be worn in the carriage. 

Mrs. Force wore a rich purple velvet dress, with a bonnet to match, and anIndia shawl. 

Miss Meeke wore a dark brown silk, and brown velvet jacket and hat. 

The gentlemen appeared, and the carriages were announced almost at thesame moment. 

"Have you had foot-warmers put in the ladies' coach?" inquired Mr. Forceof the servant in attendance. 

"Yes, sah, an' in all ob 'em, " the man replied. 

"Come, my dear, " the father said, taking the white fur cloak from thewaiting woman and wrapping it carefully around his daughter before leadingher out. 

Col. Anglesea gave his arm to Mrs. Force, and Le to Miss Meeke, while thetwo little girls followed arm in arm. 

Three carriages were drawn up before the house. 

The bride-elect, with her father and mother, occupied the first; the twoyoung bridesmaids, with their governess, the second; and the bridegroom, with his groomsman, the third. 

And in this order they left the house and took the road leading to AllFaith Church. 

It was a clear, cold, bright winter day. Their road went through barewoods, up and down rolling hills, and across frozen creeks. 

In the foremost carriage Odalite sat wrapped, as to her person, inmanifold white furs; as to her spirit, in a dreamy reverie. 

"Are you cold, dear?" her father inquired, anxiously. 

"No, papa. "

"Are you not feeling well?"

"Oh, yes, papa. "

"You are so very quiet, " Mr. Force said. 

"That is natural. Let us leave her to herself, dear, " Mrs. Force murmured, in a low tone. 

An hour's slow drive over difficult roads brought them near All FaithChurch, an ancient edifice standing in a large grove. 

As they approached they found the road on each side encumbered by a movingmultitude, all going in one direction, and growing thicker the nearer theycame to the church. These were driving, riding, or walking. There werecarriages of every description of gentility or of shabbiness; there werehorses and mules, donkey carts and ox carts, all crowded with eagerspectators, and there were many foot passengers. 

"Surely you never invited all these people?" said Mr. Force, in dismay. 

"I have not invited more than thirty; and these all have cards; but peopledo not need invitations; there is nothing on earth to prevent them fromcoming here and crowding the roads and the churchyard, " Mrs. Forceexplained. 

At this moment some ill-advised person raised a cheer, and the multitudetook it up and cheered the bridal procession until the welkin rang withtheir roaring. 

"Hip! hip!! hurrah!!!"

In the midst of all this the three carriages entered the yard and drew upbefore the church. 

The parties alighted. 

The father took his daughter on his arm and led her into the building, which was well warmed. 

There, in the vestibule, he relieved her of her fur cloak, while her twolittle sisters, who were close behind, let down her train and smoothed thefolds of her dress. 

The style of the little country church did not admit of much display ofpageantry. 

The altar and the walls were decorated with evergreens and holly. That wasall. 

Mr. Force led his daughter up the aisle, followed first by the two littlebridesmaids, and next by the other members of the party without muchregard to precedence. 

The rector, in full canonicals, stood within the chancel. 

The bridal train, formed before the altar, bowed to the rector, and knelton the cushions. 

The crowd, with which the church was filled, arose in mass and stretchedtheir necks to get sight of the proceedings. 

The rector opened the book, and began the well-known ritual:

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered together here, in the sight of God and inthe face of this company, to join together this man and this woman in holymatrimony, " and so forth. 

When the minister concluded the exordium by the solemn warning:

"'If any man can show just cause why they may not lawfully be joinedtogether, let him now speak. '"

In the pause that now followed Elva looked imploringly toward Le. 

But Le kept silence, looking as grim as the Sphinx. Apparently he saw nojust cause to interfere; nor, apparently, did any one else. 

The ceremony went on to the question put to bridegroom and bride, andwhich was answered by the former with a firm, distinct--

"I will. "

And the latter with a steady, quiet--

"I will. "

"'Who giveth this woman to be married to this man?'" demanded theminister. 

Mr. Force stepped forward, took the hand of his daughter and placed itwithin that of the bridegroom, almost shuddering with a vague presentimentof evil, when he felt, even through her kid glove, how deadly cold andheavy that little hand was!

And the rites went on, and on, and on, and nothing happened to arrestthem--no thunderbolt from heaven descended from the wintry sky to scatterthe bridal party--no earthquake caused the ground to yawn and swallowthem. 

The rites went on, and on, and on, to their bitter end, where the voice ofthe officiating minister, assuming awful solemnity, concludes the ceremonywith these warning words:

"'Those whom God hath joined together let not man put asunder. '"

"Yes!" shouted a voice, at which every one started, and the bridegroomgrew pale. "Yes! That may be all very well as far as it goes! 'Whom Godhas joined together, let not man put asunder' by no manner of meanswhatever! But them as the devil has joined together a woman may putasunder, and she will, too, in double-quick time!"

This shocking interruption came from a short, stout, dark, but veryhandsome, and very well-dressed person, who, in great excitement, waselbowing and pushing her way up the center aisle toward the chancel atwhich the startled and affrighted bridal party stood. 

CHAPTER XXI

A ROUTED WEDDING PARTY

Words cannot depict the scene that ensued. 

Blank amazement marked every face save one--that of the bridegroom, whichwas dark with wrath and hate. 

For a minute no one moved or spoke. 

Then two gentlemen found voice at once. 

"Who are you, madam? And why do you come here in this unseemly manner tointerrupt this service?" gravely inquired the officiating minister, addressing the stranger. 

"What is the meaning of this outrageous conduct, Col. Anglesea? Who isthis woman?" sternly demanded the bride's father of the bridegroom. 

Every man, woman and child in the congregation arose, stretched theirnecks and leaned forward to hear and see what was going on. 

"The woman is a lunatic escaped from some madhouse, I suppose. She hadbest be arrested. Where are your constables?" growled the bridegroom, drawing the arm of his bride within his own and attempting to leave thealtar. 

"Stop that man!" cried the strange woman. "If you care for that girl'shonor and good name, stop that man!" she vehemently repeated, placingherself directly in the path of the enraged bridegroom and hishalf-stupefied bride. 

"Begone, woman! You are mad! Will some one take this maniac in custody?"fiercely demanded Anglesea, roughly pushing the stranger aside, anddragging Odalite after him, and trying to force his way down the narrowaisle, which was now fast filling up with the eager, wondering people fromthe pews. 

"One moment, if you please, sir. Let me relieve you of my daughter, untilthis interruption shall be explained, " said Mr. Force, taking the hand ofhis child, to draw her away. 

But the bridegroom's arm tightened around his prey, as he haughtilyreplied:

"Pardon me, sir! You have no authority over Mrs. Anglesea. She is my wife, and under my protection. Let me pass. "

"Not if I know it--you don't pass here! Not with that innocent girl onyour arm, you don't! Your wife, is she? I see that, and go one better! Andthat's me! A man can't have two wives, can he, Mr. Parson? This ain'tUtah, nor yet Salt Lake City, be it?"

"I think, Col. Anglesea, " slowly began the rector----but the bridegroomcut him short:

"Your interference is not required here, reverend sir. Your ministry iscompleted. The marriage ceremony is finished. I hold my wife on my arm. "

"Then this is a Mormon settlement, and a man can marry as many wives as hepleases, eh, gentlemen?" inquired the strange woman, looking around. 

"Good friends! Pray let us pass!" the colonel expostulated, trying toelbow his way through the excited crowd that filled up the aisle, andseemed to wait with suspended breath the issue of the scene. 

Two voices answered at once:

"No, sir. I think not. Mr. Force has asked for his daughter until thismatter can be investigated, " said Thomas Grandiere. 

"Will you release the lady, at her father's demand, and save us thediscredit of using violence in this sacred place?" inquired William Elk. 

"Oh, my Lord, there'll be a fight!" exclaimed a voice from the crowd. 

"Will some one be kind enough to take this mad woman in custody?"exclaimed Anglesea, beside himself with fear, shame and wrath. 

"In custody, is it? If anybody is taken in custody, it is that man there!Yes, it is you I am talking about! It's you, for bigamy! I wish I had gota warrant out and fetched a couple of bailiffs to do it, too! Why don'tyou let this girl go? You might's well do it first as last. You'll have todo it, you know!" said the woman. 

"Will you give me my daughter, Col. Anglesea?" quietly questioned AbelForce. 

"No, I will not give you my wife!" fiercely retorted the bridegroom. 

But at this moment the two sturdy Maryland farmers came up on either sideof the man, and, each taking a firm grip of his arms, with gentlestrength, released the half-swooning bride, who immediately dropped uponthe bosom of her father. 

"I shall hold every man here to a strict account for this outrage!"fiercely hissed the furious bridegroom. 

"Quite right, sir! We will be at your service at any time, " said WilliamElk. 

Abel Force bore his unfortunate daughter off to the side pews, where hermother, her sisters and her governess had retreated, and where they sat, confounded and overwhelmed by all that had passed. 

"Take her, Elfrida, " he said, lifting the girl and laying her in the armsof her mother. "And do not allow that man to come near her. He has behavedbadly in not giving her up, on my demand, until we can inquire into thismatter. It may be that this strange woman is a lunatic, or an impostor. Weshall see. "

Mrs. Force made no reply. She could not speak. She took her daughter onher lap, as if Odalite had been a young child, and laid the pale cheek ofthe girl on her bosom, and motioned her husband to return to the grouparound the bridegroom. 

"Odalite, darling, do not grieve. No wrong of any sort shall be done you. You have your father and your mother, dear, and our faithful love shallnever leave you, " said Abel Force, as he stooped and kissed his daughter'spale forehead, and walked away. 

But Odalite made no sign. 

"And you have us, darling, darling sister, " said Elva, taking up andkissing one cold hand. 

"And you have Le, as true as steel!" put in Wynnette. 

"And, oh, I knew! I knew something was going to happen to stop it all! Ididn't know whether it was going to be a forbidding of the banns, or anapoplectic fit, or an earthquake, but I knew something would happen, " saidElva, taking the bride's other hand. 

"'Some outlet through thunder and lightning, '" added Wynnette. 

"Oh, why don't you speak? Why don't you say something, Odalite?" inquiredElva. 

But Odalite gave no sign. She seemed stupefied, benumbed. 

"Let your sister alone, my dears. Don't disturb her, " said Miss Meeke. 

Elfrida Force said nothing. She only recognized in this lethargy themerciful effects of the drug she had administered to her sufferingdaughter that morning. 

Meanwhile, the scene before the chancel was becoming more exciting. 

Col. Anglesea, furious, defiant, aggressive, but held in check by thesurroundings; Abel Force, deeply offended, but self-controlled anddignified; Thomas Grandiere, dark, gloomy and determined; William Elk, red, fiery and threatening; and the strange woman composed, sarcastic andtriumphant--formed a group around which the crowd assembled in the churchwere pressing as closely as possible. 

"How dared you come here to make this scene?" fiercely demanded Anglesea. 

"How 'dared' I? Humph! I like that! Do you think I'm afeared of _you_?When I have got the whip hand of you, too? I came here to take a hand inthis here little game o' your'n! And I guess it's my deal now! And Irayther guess as how I shall turn up the little joker! We'll seepresently!" laughed the woman. 

Then, turning to the others, she said:

"Gentlemen, I came here this morning not to make a muss, but to preventthat roaring lion there--who is always going about the world seeking whomhe may devour--from gobbling up that innocent lamb of a young girl; and Imean to stay here until I _do_ prevent it. Yes! I'm talking about _you_, you beast!" she exclaimed, suddenly turning upon Anglesea. "And you betternot show your ugly mug down in Wild Cats' Gulch, if you don't want to bestood on your head and druv down into the ground like a post, and buriedalive! The boys are piping hot after you, they are, I tell you! It wasthem that put up a pile to send me on here after you!"

The woman was handsome, but short and stout, and, like _Hamlet_, "scant o'breath. " She had talked herself out of wind for the moment. 

Anglesea seized the opportunity, controlled his temper by an effort, turned to the gentlemen near him, and said:

"Friends, if that woman can be kept quiet for five minutes, I will answer, to the satisfaction of all here present--though I consider it an outragethat I should be compelled to answer one who ought rather to be arrestedand sent off to prison for a most flagrant breach of the peace! Still, ifshe can keep quiet, I will do so. "

"All right, old rooster!" laughed the woman. "It is your play now, and Igive you your turn! Down with your best card!"

"Neighbors, " continued Col. Anglesea, fully controlling himself, andfalling into that confidential tone which he had always found soeffectual--"neighbors, I call upon you, in common justice to me, to useyour reason and judgment in this matter. You see this woman who hasbrought forward this most absurd, preposterous, and, I must say, humiliating claim to be my wife. For it is most humiliating, indeed, thatany of you should have the faintest shadow of a suspicion that she may betelling the truth. Why, gentlemen, I am from England. She says she is fromCalifornia. I never was in California in all the days of my life. I neverset eyes on this woman before this hour. She is no more my wife than sheis the empress of India. I call upon you to look at her, and askyourselves if it is at all likely or possible that she could, under anycircumstances, be--what she claims to be. You see her appearance; you seeher conduct; you hear her speech; is it likely--is it possible--that Icould have married such a person? You see the absurdity of the thing. No, gentlemen; this person is a lunatic, laboring under some fantastichallucination, or she is an impostor, conspiring, with others, toblackmail me. I demand, in the name of justice, that she be arrested andsent to prison for her flagrant breach of the peace in her outrageousassault upon me this morning. "

The colonel, who had completely mastered his emotions, spoke with suchcandor, judgment and authority that the men present whispered together, and seemed almost inclined to think that they had committed a shamefulindiscretion in suspecting so gallant an officer and so perfect agentleman of any impropriety, on the mere word of a strange woman, who wascertainly not a lady. 

The stranger saw the tide of sentiment, or of opinion, turning, and herblack eyes sparkled, her blooming cheeks glowed and her red lips wreathedin a mocking smile, as she said:

"I declare! If you haven't played the right bower! And you have verynearly took the trick, only for my little joker. Here it is, gentlemen!See me take this trick! Here! Here's the joker!"

And, with these words, she took a folded parchment from her pocket, andhanded it to the rector. 

CHAPTER XXII

THE LITTLE JOKER

"What are these?" demanded the reverend gentleman, unfolding theparchment. 

"Oh, it's only my little joker, that took his right bower and won thetrick, " laughed the woman. 

"I don't understand, " said the rector, while Abel Force, Thomas Grandiereand William Elk drew near and looked over his shoulders at the document. 

"Well, read it, and then maybe you will understand. Don't you see it isthe marriage certificate?" demanded the woman. 

"It is, indeed, " said the rector, examining the document. "It is, indeed, a certificate of the marriage of Angus Anglesea, colonel in the HonorableEast India service, Anglewood Manor, Lancashire, England, and Ann MariaWright, widow, of Wild Cats' Gulch, California, signed by the officiatingminister, Paul Minitree, pastor of St. Sebastian's Parish, Sebastian, California, and witnessed by Henry Powers, Margaret Rayburn and PhilomenaSchubert! It is dated August 1, 18--. Col. Anglesea, what explanation canyou give of this?" sternly demanded the rector, while the severe faces ofthe other men emphasized the question. 

"Why, he can't give any! The joker takes every trick! It's the highestcard in the pack, and I have just played it!"

"The thing is a forgery! I never was in California in my life! And I neverset eyes on this woman before this hour! It is a forgery, I say!"exclaimed the colonel, so positively, so confidently, so authoritativelythat the men were once more puzzled. 

"Oh, it's a misdeal, then, is it? I'll prove that it isn't!" said thestranger. "Now, then, gentlemen, you can test the truth for yourselves. Money is no object to you, particularly in such a case as this. You cantelegraph to the Rev. Father Paul Minitree, and ask him if this marriagecertificate is genuine, and you can telegraph every word of thecertificate, word for word. Ask him to compare it with the entry in theparish register of August 1, 18--, and to telegraph the answer, at yourexpense, mind you; and, though it will be expensive, it will be worth themoney, and you won't mind the cost, " said the woman. 

This settled the question. 

Abel Force, the man most deeply concerned of any man present, had made noviolent demonstration. He had controlled his just wrath all through thescene. His reverence for the sanctuary had aided his habitualself-government in this ordeal. 

Now, turning his back on Col. Anglesea, he said to Leonidas, who had beena silent spectator of the drama enacting around him:

"Go, my dear boy, and order the carriages. I shall take my wife anddaughters home. "

Le nodded, and went elbowing his way through the crowd--that made room forhim--to do his errand. 

"Col. Anglesea, we will hereafter be compelled to dispense with yoursociety at Mondreer. Your effects shall be sent to the Calvert Hotel, subject to your orders, " he said, turning for a moment to his late guest. 

"Sir, you abduct my wife by violence! You do it at your own peril!"exclaimed the braggart. 

The Maryland gentleman bowed gravely, but deigned no reply in words. 

"Madam, " he said, turning to the stranger, "if you will accept a seat inour carriage, and give us the privilege of your company at our house, Mrs. Force and myself would like to talk further with you on this subject. "

"Oh, yes, thanky'! That I will! For I have got lots and loads to tell youabout that grand vilyun! You needn't think I came here to stop themarriage because I cared for him! Not I! I'm that sick of the beast thatthe very sight of him is tartar emetic! What i' the name o' sense evercome over a purty gal like your daughter to take up with a man like him?And a man older and uglier than her own father? Good land! I didn't meanto say that! I beg your pardon, sir; I didn't indeed! I meant to say a mannot nearly so young and handsome as her own father! That was it!"exclaimed the stranger. 

Mr. Force bowed his acknowledgment of her apology, and then led her up tothe pew occupied by his wife and daughters, and introduced her asfollows:

"Mrs. Col. Angus Anglesea, my dear. Mrs. Anglesea, my wife, Mrs. Force;our eldest daughter, Miss Force; our younger daughters, Misses Wynnetteand Elva; our friend, Miss Meeke. "

When rather embarrassed bows and courtesies were exchanged, Mr. Forceadded:

"Mrs. Anglesea has been so kind as to accept an invitation to return homewith us. "

"Yes, " put in the lady referred to. "Yes, your old man asked me, and Iaccepted, because I have got such loads and loads and loads to tell youabout that grand vilyun. Didn't he come nigh doing for that lamb? Nevermind, honey"--this to the half-conscious Odalite--"I know it seems hardfor you, 'specially if you was fond of him--though why you should 'a'been--Lord! Anyhow, bad as it is now, it would 'a' been a heap worse ifhe'd 'a' married you and then you'd found out as he had another wifea-living. "

Odalite took no notice of this speech. Wynnette answered:

"Oh, you needn't fret your nerves to fiddle strings about that--I mean youneed not distress yourself, ma'am. She hates him, and so do I. And so doesElva. In spite of prayer book and catechism, we hate him. We can't helpit. "

"Eh? What's that you say?" inquired Mrs. Anglesea. "You hate him? Thenwhy, in the name o' common sense, did she want to marry, and you all lether, for?"

"It was Old Scratch's doings--I mean it was Satanic agency, " Wynnetteexplained. 

At this moment Leonidas Force came up, and said to his cousin:

"The carriages are ready sir. I spoke to the rector, sir, and, with hisleave, had them brought around to the vestry door, so that you can all goout that way, and avoid the crowd. "

"Thank you, Le. Dear, kind fellow! It was very good and thoughtful of you. Come, love. Come, children. Le, give your arm to this lady. Mrs. Anglesea, let me introduce my relative, Mr. Leonidas Force. "

"Oh, Lord! I know the fellow. Knew him before I knew you, " said the woman, very unceremoniously appropriating Le's arm. 

Mr. And Mrs. Force led the way, supporting their drooping daughter betweenthem. 

Le followed with the California lady. 

And Miss Meeke and the two little girls brought up the rear. 

They passed through the chancel into the vestry, where they found therector had preceded them, to wait and offer such sympathetic condolence ashe might. 

"What do you think of this baseness, reverend sir?" inquired Mr. Force. 

"It may be premature to judge before all the evidence is in, but it seemsas if your late guest is an impostor, if not a criminal. "

"I feel sure that there can be no doubt upon that subject. "

"If I can be of any service, pray command me at any time, " said therector. 

"I thank you very much. I think I will have to trouble you with twocommissions. First, to tell our friends in there that, under existingcircumstances, there can be no reception at our house to-day. "

"I will do so. "

"And, also, I must ask you to telegraph to St. Sebastian, as the womanadvised, for further proof of her claim. Here is my pocketbook. Don'tspare it in the cause. Could you spare an hour or two to come up to myhouse to-morrow?" inquired Mr. Force. 

"I will take the time, and make it a point to be there. "

"Come to dinner, if you please, sir. You know our hour, " said Mrs. Force. 

"Thank you, madam, " replied the minister, without further committinghimself. 

Then the party took leave of their pastor, and went out by the back doorto enter their carriage. 

Abel Force handed his wife, his eldest daughter and their guest into thefirst carriage, which he entered after them, the party of four filling theinterior. 

Le handed Miss Meeke and his two young cousins into the second carriage, and followed them. 

And the little procession left the churchyard, and took their way throughthe grove to the turnpike road leading to Mondreer. 

Meanwhile, the whole congregation of wedding guests lingered in thechurch, and gathered into groups to talk over the strange events that hadjust happened before their eyes. 

They were not disappointed, those wedding guests. Far from that. They hadgot so much more than they expected! They had not only seen the bride, thebridegroom, the bridesmaids, the bride's mother, and all their dresses, which had been made in New York, after the latest fashion; they had notonly seen the whole marriage ceremony performed, and noted the demeanor ofevery one concerned in it, from the rector who read the rites to thesmallest bridesmaid who held the glove; they had not only seen all thesepageantries which they had expected to see, but they had seen a great dealmore than they had bargained for. They had witnessed the performance of astartling drama in real life--the arrest of a marriage by the suddenappearance of the would-be bridegroom's wife. 

Now, they had got a great deal more than they had looked for, besideshaving something to talk about all the rest of their lives. 

They could not leave the church, though the dinner hour was at hand, andmost of them had far to go to reach their own homes. 

They collected in little crowds to discuss the interruption. 

"Who was the woman, did anybody know? When did she come to theneighborhood? Had any one seen or heard of her before to-day?"

Such questions as these went around. 

At last some one said that the stranger had been staying at Miss SibbyBayard's for the last week. 

And immediately Miss Sibby Bayard became the center of attraction and themost important person in the assembly. 

The people crowded around her, plied her with a score of questions beforeshe could answer one. 

"Yes!" she exclaimed, at last, impatiently. "Yes! She has been staying atmy house for five days past. She came from Califoundery, passenger in theship where Roland was third mate. Yes! The boy fetched her to me, 'causeshe had business in this neighborhood. "

"Did you know the nature of her business?" asked the fiery, red-headed, hot-tempered, little William Elk. 

"Never dreamed of her doing this here. Thought she was a widdy woman. Thought her business was money. Why, I fetched her to church this morningmyself, without a notion that she wanted to come here for anything butjust to see the wedding. And she was awful anxious to get here before theceremony was begun. "

"It is a great pity that you did not arrive before it was finished, " saidthe tall, dark, gloomy Thomas Grandiere. 

"So it were. I can't gainsay that. And so we should 'a' been here if ithadn't been for the stubborn nater of that mule o' mine; for, you see, Ihad no other conveyance, and had to drive my wisitor here in the cart. And, if ever Old Scratch got into a brute beast, he got into that mulethis morning. Couldn't get him out of a creep to save my life! And hebalked so, coming up Indian Creek Hill, that I thought he would have upsetus into the water--and it froze over! So we didn't get here till after theceremony was over. There, that is all I know about it! Miss Hedge and MissSukey Grandiere spent an afternoon and took tea at my house, along withher, and maybe they can tell you something, " said the old lady. 

And immediately she was deserted in favor of the sisters, who became, intheir turn, the center of interest. 

But these ladies had really very little to communicate. 

Then the curiosity of the crowd took another direction. 

"We were all invited to the wedding reception, but, of course, we are notexpected to go now, " said Mrs. Hedge. 

"But it might seem like an offense if we didn't, " suggested MissGrandiere. 

And people were divided on the subject until the rector appeared, requested a hearing, and, with the apologies and regrets of Mr. And Mrs. Force, announced that there could be no reception held at Mondreer thatday. 

So, at length, the congregation reluctantly separated and went home. 

CHAPTER XXIII

MRS. ANGLESEA'S VISIT

It was late in the winter afternoon when Mr. And Mrs. Force, with theirfamily and guest, reached Mondreer. 

They were met by attentive servants, who were eager to behold thereturning bride and bridegroom, and looked astonished to see the bridereturn in charge of her parents, accompanied by a strange woman. 

"Where was the bridegroom?" was the question that their amazed faces put, though their tongues said nothing. 

An accident must have happened. His horses must have run away and upsetthe carriage. Maybe he might be brought home on a stretcher presently. They curbed their curiosity until they could interview the coachman, whomust know all about it. 

They waited on the returning party in respectful silence. 

"Miss Meeke, my dear, " said Mrs. Force, as they entered the hall, "willyou oblige me and take charge of our guest, and show her into the bestspare room, where there is a fire, and attend to her comfort? TakeWynnette with you. You see, dear, that I have to give my whole care to mypoor child here. Mrs. Anglesea, I am sure you will excuse me for a littlewhile?"

"Oh, go along with you and look after the gal! She's 'most dead! How shecan take on so after that beat beats me! Lord! there's no accounting forgals' whims! But there! go along with her. Never mind me; I can makemyself at home anywheres!" exclaimed the visitor, beginning to pull offher overshoes then and there. 

Miss Meeke and Wynnette invited and conducted her upstairs to the bestbedchamber, situated in front of the house, with windows overlooking thebay; furnished with maple wood and blue chintz, and warmed by a fine, open, wood fire. 

Wynnette drew an armchair to the fire, and made the panting guest sit downin it, while Miss Meeke looked to the washstand, to see if there werewater and towels enough. 

"I have to get one of you young ones to lend me the loan of a hair brushand comb, for I didn't bring any. If I had knowed I was coming, I'd 'a'done it. But, Lord! no one ever knows! And there! I have just rememberedas I never took leave of that good soul, Miss Sibby! And whatever will shethink of me, a-going off at a tangent in this onthankful manner?"meandered the woman, talking partly to her attendants and partly toherself. 

"Oh, she will say you were so flambergasted by the rumpus--I mean confusedand excited by the occasion--that you forgot to bid her good-by, " saidWynnette. 

"You will find new combs and hair brushes, and everything else you willrequire, on the dressing table, or on the washstand, " Miss Meekeexplained. 

While the governess and her pupil were doing all they could to make thestranger guest comfortable in the spare room, Mrs. Force, assisted by herwoman, Luce, and followed by Elva, supported her helpless daughter up toOdalite's own room, where they undressed and put her to bed. 

Odalite soon fell into a deep sleep. 

Her mother sat down by her bed to watch, and told Elva to go downstairsand help to entertain their guest; and told Luce to leave the room, but toremain within call. 

When the lady was left alone with her sleeping child, and had time tocollect her thoughts, she was divided between a sense of relief in herdaughter's unexpected rescue from the martyrdom of an abhorrent marriage, and terror as to what the archenemy and artful plotter might do next. 

Would he pocket his shame and go back to his own land?

Would he linger in the neighborhood, stubborn, defiant and aggressive, ashe had shown himself in the church?

Above all, would he attempt to see her again, to get any other advantageover her from the power he possessed in the knowledge of her secret?

He could not insist on any marital rights over Odalite--that was quitecertain now. 

Would he demand money as the price of his silence? If so, he should haveall the money she could command of her own by the sale of her jewels, laces and India shawls, on condition that he should leave the country. 

And still her thoughts reverted to the great relief that she felt in thefact that he could no longer persecute Odalite. The proof of his formermarriage in the substantial presence of his living wife forbade that. 

This latter suggested another question:

What under heaven could have caused Angus Anglesea--certainly a gentlemanby birth and position; certainly a man of cultivated mind, fastidioustastes and of refined manners, except when evil passions got the masteryand turned him, for the time, into a ruffian--what could have induced sucha man to marry such a woman as she who claimed to be his wife?

In the midst of these speculations, the door opened silently, and AbelForce entered the room on tiptoes, and silently signaled his wife to comeand speak to him. 

She arose and went to meet him. 

"How is Odalite?"

"She is sound asleep--so sound that you need not fear to wake her, "replied the lady. 

"But, is that sleep well? She was very lethargic in the church, I noticed. Had I not better send for a physician?"

"No, no, certainly not. Her sleep is well. It is the effect of an opiate Igave her. The best treatment under the circumstances. Do not feel theleast anxious as to present or future consequences of this day's events. Believe me, our child will never break her heart for the loss of thatunmasked villain. "

"And yet he was a friend of yours, Elfrida?"

"Never! I told you so from the beginning of your acquaintance with him. Iexplained that he was my brother's friend, and that they were brotherofficers in the Indian campaign. I distinctly assured you that he was notmy friend. "

"Ah, I remember! Then it was his manner that misled me. Well, he is gone. Let him go. I hope he will soon take his departure for his own country. Great Heaven! Suppose the criminal marriage had been consummated beforethe discovery of the living wife had been made! Elfrida, I should havekilled that man! Oh, my dear, it is not only the murderers who arecriminally capable of murder!"

"Do not talk so, Abel. The temptation was saved you. "

"By a hair's breadth only. It was a narrow escape!"

"Oh, no! The woman, I hear, had been in the neighborhood for a week past, watching him, no doubt. "

"Then, why in the name of decency did she not make herself and her claimsknown to us sooner, and here, at the house?"

"I do not know, unless she wished to put him to a public shame. She saysshe has a great deal to tell us; perhaps she will tell us that. "

"I shall ask for an explanation of that, at least. Well, my dear, I willleave you with our child. You will come down as soon as you can. "

"I will join you at dinner, " said the lady. 

And, as her husband left the room, she went and resumed her seat by herdaughter's bedside. 

Wynnette and Elva, who had not at all changed their pretty bridesmaids'dresses of cream-white cashmere trimmed with satin, were seated at thepiano in the drawing room, playing a duet for the entertainment of Mrs. Anglesea, who sat in a big, blue velvet rocker, and applauded whenever themusic pleased her. 

Miss Meeke had taken temporary charge of household affairs, and was outadvising the servants. 

The truth about the absence of the bridegroom had to be told some time orother, and so she told them then and there of the interrupted wedding, andof the identity of their new guest as the lawful wife of Col. Anglesea. 

Though the faithful negroes were full of wrath against the impostor, andwould have liked to hang him on a tree until dead, yet, upon the whole, they were glad of what had happened. They had never liked "the furriner, "as they called Col. Anglesea, and they felt secretly delighted that he wasnot to marry their young mistress, to take her away to "furrin" parts. 

"To go to want to marry our young mistress, and he wid anoder wife libin'!Oh, de wickedness ob mankind! But it is a habit dey gibs deirselves, child'en! 'Deed it is! Nuffin' 'tall but a habit dey gibs deirselves!"said Aunt Lucy, dogmatically. 

"But 'bout de deception, miss?" inquired the cook. 

"There will be no reception. The minister was requested to announce fromthe chancel that there could be none, " replied the young lady. 

"Lor'! Lor'! Lor'! An' all dem good t'ings to eat goin' to waste!"deplored the cook. 

"They need not. Cakes and sweetmeats and candies will keep until they areconsumed. "

"Yes, miss; but de chickun sallit, an' de bone turkey, an' de pattydy fourcraws, dey won't keep till to-morrow, not even on ice. "

"I suppose, then, that what cannot be consumed to-day must be lost. I seeno remedy. "

"An' whey we gwine to set de dinner table, w'en de dinin' room is all tookup long ob de weddin' feas' spread out on dat yonder stension table? Weain't got time to take all de fings offen dat!"

"No, indeed, you have not. You had better lock up the dining room, just asit stands, to wait your mistress' orders, and set the table in the sittingroom. "

CHAPTER XXIV

THE FORSAKEN WIFE'S STORY

Having given her last instructions, Miss Meeke returned to the drawingroom, where she found the new guest, extended at length on the blue, velvet sofa, with her chubby hands clasped under her head on one end andher stoutly booted feet elevated on the other. She was fast asleep andsnoring sonorously. 

Wynnette and Elva were standing gazing on her, with their faces full ofguilty fear. 

"What is the matter here?" inquired the governess. 

"Oh, Miss Meeke, " exclaimed Wynnette, "I'm afraid she's half seas over! Imean--I mean----"

"Elva, do you tell me what is all this--if you know, " said the governess, seeing that Wynnette had broken down in her attempt to explain. 

"Oh, Miss Meeke, " said Elva, taking up the thread of the discourse, "whenwe finished playing the duet, she there on the sofa asked for a glass ofwine, and Wynnette and I went ourselves to get it for her, and we wentinto the dining room, where the beautiful wedding table is set out and allthe wines in cut-glass decanters on the sideboard. And--and--I amafraid--I know--we made a mistake and poured out a claret glass full ofcognac brandy and brought it to her. "

"And did she drink it?"

"Every drop! And she said it was proof brandy, and worth a bottle ofcommon stuff! And then she talked a good deal, and then she lay down onthe sofa, and went to sleep. "

"I am very sorry. My dears, you should never meddle with the decanters. You should have called Jacob, who would have known what to bring. "

"But Jake was not in reach. He was away down in the stable yard, talkingto a crowd of grooms and other men and boys. I saw him through the backwindows, and I knew he was telling them all about what happened in thechurch. Oh, Miss Meeke, do you think she will die? Oh, just hear how shesnores! Will she wake up in fits?" cried Elva, in fright. 

"No, my dear, " said the governess, looking attentively upon the woman. "No; don't be alarmed. I think her condition is as much the effect ofreaction from fatigue and excitement as of the brandy. Besides, she iswearing a tight dress, and lying in a cramped position, all of whichobstructs her breathing. We must wake her up. "

But at this moment Mr. Force and Leonidas came in, talking eagerly, andtheir abrupt entrance startled the woman out of her slumber. She sat up, rubbed her eyes, yawned loudly, asked where she was, and expressed asuspicion that she had been asleep. 

Wynnette gave her Mrs. Force's bottle of sal ammonia that stood, bychance, on the sofa table. 

Elva ran out and brought a glass of ice water. 

She sniffed the salts strongly, with an:

"Ah! Ah-h! That's the sort!"

She drank the water audibly, and handed back the goblet, with a loudlydrawn breath and an:

"Ah! Ah-h! Lord, Lord, what a day this has been!"

"I hope you have rested, ma'am, " said Mr. Force, politely. 

"Oh, yes; I'm all right now, thanky'! Where's your old 'oman and the gal?I hope they have taken no harm from that there rumpus?"

"None whatever. Mrs. Force will be down in a few moments. "

The lady entered the room while he was speaking. 

She still wore the rich purple velvet dress that she had put on for thewedding. In fact, no one had made any change in their costumes, except tolay off bonnets, wraps and gloves. 

Dinner was now announced. 

Mr. Force gave the stranger his arm, and led the way to the dining room, followed by the other members of the party. 

As the dinner went on, each member of the family felt more and more wonderthat Col. Anglesea should ever have thought of marrying the woman whoclaimed him. Handsome, good-humored and sensible she certainly was;but--she talked and laughed loudly, called the master and mistress of thehouse the old man and the old 'oman; loudly praised the dishes shepreferred, asking to be helped to them three or four times; ate with herknife, dipping the same knife into the saltcellar or the butter dish; and, indeed, she shocked good taste in many ways. 

How, indeed, could Angus Anglesea ever have married such a woman?

It was not until after tea, when the family party were assembled in thedrawing room, and Mrs. Force had sent away the two little girls, in chargeof their governess, that the story of that marriage was told. 

There were present Mr. And Mrs. Force, Leonidas and Mrs. Anglesea. 

They were gathered around the open grate, where a glowing fire of sea coalburned. 

"Yes, " said the woman, putting her feet upon the low, brass fender anddrawing up the edge of her dress, to toast her ankles, "this is just asgood a time to tell you all about it as any other, now that the young unsare gone to roost. I hate to talk about the wickedness of the world beforethe young uns; they will find it out quick enough for themselves, poorthings! Well, you want to know what in the name o' sense ever possessed meto marry that beat, don't you?" she inquired of Mrs. Force. 

It was not exactly the way in which the lady had put the question of themarriage to herself, but she bowed her head in assent. 

"Well, then, my late husband, Zeb Wright, made a big fortune in the mines. Him and me was one of the very first that went out to the diggings. And hemade his big pile by real hard hand work--and by none o' your blasting andcrushing and lifting machines and things. 

"And the year he died he had put away a hundred and twenty-three thousand, four hundred and fifty dollars in the Californy Miners' Saving Bank. 

"And we might 'a' retired on that, but we was still in the prime o' life, nyther of us forty years old then--and I'm not now--and so he said wecould go on for another ten year and make another hundred thousand, andthen go back to the East and live offen it in grand style. 

"But, Lord! who can tell what a day may bring forth, let alone ten year?One autumn day he came home to me, in our shanty at Wild Cats' Gulch, witha hard chill, and in two hours, just as the turn of the cold fit into thehot one, he had a little spasm and went right off. 

"Well, I was all alone, having of no child'en. But the boys they was verygood to me, and seen to the funeral and all that. And, after it was allover, I stayed on in the shanty, partly because I hated to leave it, andpartly because the equinoctial storms had ris' the rivers and carried awaythe bridges, and made the travel between Wild Cats and St. Sebastian awfulhard and risky. 

"In that first year of my widdyhood, I had a heap of offers from one andanother of the boys, for there wa'n't many wimmin there; but I snubbed 'emall. 

"It wasn't till the next summer that I went to St. Sebastian to see aboutdrawing out my money, or a part of it, to go East. 

"Well, there at the Hidalgo Inn, I met with Col. Anglesea, and sorter gotacquainted long of him. He had been out on the plains with a lot ofEnglish officers, a-hunting of the buffalo, or pretending to do it, andnow he was on his way home, so he said--gwine to sail from 'Frisco toYork, and then to Liverpool. He said as he had inwested half a million o'money in Californy. Lord sakes, how that man lied!

"Then, like a plagued fool as I was, with nobody to advise me--don't tellme about wimmen having any sense! They always get coaxed, or swindled, orscared out o' their money!--I goes and tells that blamed beat and cheatabout my hundred and twenty-three thousand four hundred and fifty dollars, and asks his opinion how I ought to inwest it. 

"And he tells me cock-and-bull stories about companies, and shares, andper cents. And things that I knew nothing about. And he wanted me to givehim the money to inwest for me, and save me the trouble and 'noyance. 

"But I wasn't quite such a donkey as that, nyther! I just wouldn't trusthim with a dollar! No more would I sign any paper that he brought me. No, not one! Yet I did like the insiniwating creetur' to such an extent, eventhen, that I couldn't bear to hurt his feelings by seeming to distrusthim, and so I always made some excuse for not doing what he recommended. 

"After that he changed his course and began to make love to me! Lord, howthat man could make love! Ask that gal of your'n! I reckon she could tellyou!

"Well, I don't know how it was to this day! I must 'a' been bewitched! ButI was such a cornsarned fool that I went and married him! And two weeksafter that he levanted, with all my money! Leastways, all to a trifle ofabout twenty dollars, which I had about me in my room, and which just wasenough to take me back to Wild Cats' Gulch. And, if ever you did see achop-fallen cuss going home, that was me! The hotel people had even keptmy boxes for my board!

"Oh, but the boys was mad when they heard all about it! They was 'most asmad with me for being such a fool as they was with him for robbing me. Butthey put me up to following of him, telling me if any one could run a manto earth, it would be an injured woman. And they put up a pile for me, andtook my boxes out of quod, at the Hidalgo, and started me on my way to'Frisco, for I knowed he had made for that port. 

"And there I found out he had sailed in the _Eglea_ for New Orleans, and Itook the first steamer to that port. There I learned that he had stoppedat the St. Charles Hotel for a few days, and had then gone to Savannah. Lord, what a chase I had! From Savannah to Mobile; from Mobile to Havana;from Havana back to St. Francisco. And there I heard that he had sailedfor Baltimore!

"Well, I took passage on the _Blue Bird_, bound for Baltimore. There Imade the acquaintance of young Roland Bayard, the third mate, who was verygood to me. Well, we got to be such good friends that at last, one day, Iup and told him all my troubles. And when he heard the name of my rascallyhusband:

"'Anglesea, ' says he--'Angus Anglesea!' says he. 'Why, that's the man whois staying with a neighbor of ours down in Maryland. My old aunt wrote tome about him in the very last letter, which met me at 'Frisco. '

"And he took the letter out of his pocket and gave it to me to read, and, sure as a gun, it was my fine colonel as the old aunty was writing about!And I said to the young man as I must have been put on a false scent to berunning about among Southern ports, when he had gone North. And he saidthere was no doubt in the world that the man himself had put me on thefalse scent. 

"Whether or no that was so, I thought it was very providential I had fellin long o' this young mate, and we got to be fast friends. And we laid aplot that we should say nothing about it, and he would take me to hisaunty's, and I should go by the name of my first husband, Wright, and laylow and say nothing, for fear my colonel should find me out and run awayagain before I could nab him. 

"Well, we reached Baltimore early in this month, you know, and youngBayard got leave and came home, fetching me along of him. And the fustnews as we heard when we got here was as my fine gentleman was gwine to bemarried to a fine heiress. 

"But Roland and I, we winked at each other, and never let on to a singlesoul as I was the colonel's lawful wife. We thought we'd just have lots offun out of the game, anyways, and wait till the wedding day, when all thepeople should be in the church, and then--in the midst of histriumph--pull him down and disgrace him before all the world. 

"Lord, we didn't mean to wait for the last minnit, when the ceremony wasover, but to stop it at the very beginning, where the parson asks, 'if anyone knows just cause, ' you know. But that consarned beast of an old muleof Miss Sibby's wouldn't make time. There, that's all!"

At this moment a note was brought in and handed to Mrs. Force. 

She opened it, and read:

 "Notwithstanding all seeming proof, I solemnly swear to you that I never was married to the woman Wright; that I was free to contract matrimony when I married your daughter, and that she is my lawful wife. I must see you alone, when I will prove this to your satisfaction. 

 A. A. "

CHAPTER XXV

THE GUEST SHOCKS HER HOST

Mrs. Force turned pale as death while she read the note. When she finishedit, she stooped forward and dropped it into the red heart of the coalfire. 

Then, averting her head, that no one might see the blanching of her face, she said, in a tone of enforced calmness, to the waiting servant:

"Tell the messenger that there is no answer. "

The servant bowed and withdrew. 

"What is it, dear?" inquired Abel Force. 

"Nothing that needs attention to-night, " she replied, with assumedindifference. 

And Abel Force, thinking it to be some little domestic matter that mightnot be discussed before a stranger, and perfectly unsuspicious of anythingsecret or serious--thinking no evil--dropped the subject then and there, and forgot. 

"Ah-h-h! Yaw-w-w! I never was so tired and sleepy in all my life before!"cried Mrs. Anglesea, throwing herself back in her chair, and stretchingher mouth and limbs with a tremendous yawn. 

"No doubt you are, madam. You have had a most fatiguing day. Permit me!"said Mr. Force, and he lighted a wax taper and put it in her hand. 

"And what on earth am I to do with this, old man?" she demanded, betweentwo gapes. 

"It is to light you to your room, " said Mrs. Force, answering for herdismayed husband. "Can you find your way, or shall I see you to thedoor?"

"Is it that fine room fixed up with maple wood and blue calico, where thegals took me to take off my bonnet and wash my face and hands?"

"Yes, it is the same. Shall I show you the way?"

"Lord, no, 'oman! I ain't a baby! But I reckon you may toss me in anightgown and nightcap before you go to bed yourself, for, you know, Icome here right from the church, and, of course, didn't fetch any 'long o'me. "

"I think you will find all those conveniences laid out on your bed, " saidMrs. Force. 

"All right! Good-night, ole 'oman!" And she kissed Mrs. Force, to thatlady's dismay. "I'm sorry I had to make such a fuss in the church to-day, but I couldn't help it, and it is all for the best. Good-night, ole man!Lord, why, I feel just as if I had knowed you all the days of my life, andyou was my own kinfolks! So here goes!" And she stood on tiptoes andpulled down Mr. Force's black-whiskered face and kissed him. 

And he bore the punishment with much more fortitude than his wife haddone. 

Then the frank, rude, handsome creature, in whom there was no wickednessat all, took up her wax taper again, laughed, nodded and went out. 

"Well, for a woman who has been robbed of her fortune and forsaken by herhusband, she takes life quite cheerfully, " said Elfrida Force, with atouch of sarcasm in her manner. 

"It is her healthy constitution and happy, animal spirits that enables herto do so, " said Abel Force, apologetically. 

"She is very ill bred!" said Elfrida. 

"That is her misfortune, not her fault, poor thing! But enough of her. Howis our darling this evening?"

"Fast asleep, with a regular, normal pulse and respiration. To-morrow shewill be quite restored, I think. "

"Heaven grant it!" fervently exclaimed Abel Force. 

Then he touched the timbre that was to summon Jake, to close up fendersand put out lights. 

And then the husband and wife went upstairs together. 

When they reached the landing, they were startled by a loud rapping on theinside of Mrs. Anglesea's door. 

"She wants something that has been forgotten, I suppose. Go on, Abel, andI will stop and see what she requires, " said Elfrida Force. 

And the gentleman passed on to his apartments, while the lady paused attheir visitor's door. 

"Say! Hi! Ole 'oman! You! I want you!" cried the guest, from within, asthe lady approached. 

"Well, what is it?" inquired Elfrida Force. 

"Is your ole man outside?"

"No; he has gone to his room. "

"Then it's all right, and I can come out, " replied the woman, opening thedoor and standing there in her ascension robes, while she held up, atarm's length, one of Elfrida's own fine cambric nightdresses, andexclaimed:

"Look here, I say! I can't get into this thing! Why, look at me and lookat it! You might's well try to squeeze a pumpkin into a pint pot, as me init!"

Mrs. Force saw, and recognized the dilemma. The stout woman could not wearone of her night robes; and, if not one of hers, certainly not one of MissMeeke's, or of either the young girls'--all of which were smaller than herown. What was to be done now?

The lady stood confounded for a moment, and then a bright thought struckher. 

"I will find one to fit you, and bring it, " she said. 

"That's you!" exclaimed the woman. 

Elfrida Force turned away and went into her own room to get the wax taperwhich her husband had carried there, and then she went up into the garretand waked up old Aunt Lucy, who was even stouter than Mrs. Anglesea, andwho had a treasure that was the pride of her heart--a small chest, full offine, snow-white underclothing, that was laid up in lavender, and onlytaken out to be shown to acquaintances, but never worn. 

When Luce was roused out of her sleep, to see her mistress standing overher, with a taper in her hand, she was frightened half out of her witsat--she knew not what, but she instinctively gasped out:

"It's a habit dey gibs deirselves--nuffin' 'tall but a habit dey gibsdeirselves!"

"Luce, wake up! I want you to do me a favor. "

"Yes, mist'ess! It's a hab----" But a wide gape cut off her proverb. 

"Luce! I want you to be so kind as to lend Mrs. Anglesea one of your best, new nightdresses, " said the lady. 

"Yes, mist'ess, nightgowns. It a hab----You!" with another yawn. 

It was full ten minutes before the lady could bring the half-sleepingwoman to a consciousness of what was wanted. 

Then, indeed, Luce was all attention and alertness, proud to accommodatethe visitor. She went to her chest and opened it, filling the room withthe fragrance of sweet herbs, and she selected her finest gown, "the onetrimmed with torture lace, " as she called it, meaning torchon, and sheoffered to take it herself down to the stranger. But Mrs. Force would notpermit her to do that, and, with the gown over her arm, she wentdownstairs and into the room of her guest. 

"Now, then, this here is something like a gownd, " said Mrs. Anglesea, admiringly. "And, oh, sakes! don't it smell sweet! Hoome! Ah-h-h!" sheexclaimed, pressing the garment up to her face and strongly inhaling itsfragrance. 

"Good-night, " said the hostess, turning away. 

"Good-night! Hoome--ah-h-h! how sweet it is!"

"And what a thorough animal you are!" thought the lady, as she left thehappy creature delighting herself in the fragrance of lavender and amber. 

One more visit Mrs. Force made before she sought her own pillow. She wentinto Odalite's room, and found her sleeping quietly, with little Elva, ina warm wrapper, lying in an easy chair by her side. 

"Why, my little darling, why are you not in bed?" inquired the lady. 

"Oh, mamma, because I thought I would sit here with Odalite until youshould come, to see if she should want anything. "

"It was a kind thought, my tender, little love; but now you may go to bed. Kiss me. God bless you, little tender heart!"

And so, with love and kisses and blessings, Elfrida Force dismissed hergentlest child to rest. 

Then she bent over Odalite, and saw that she was sleeping well andbreathing easily. She took her hand, and found that her skin was cool andmoist, and her pulse was regular. 

She kissed the sleeper on the brow, and then knelt and prayed for pardonof that long-past folly, as she prayed daily and nightly; she prayed forprotection for those she loved from the machinations of the evil and thedesigning, and for guidance and help in her perplexities and sorrows. Whenshe finished, she arose and left the chamber. 

CHAPTER XXVI

THE DAY AFTER THE WEDDING

Mrs. Anglesea was up with the sun the next morning. She replenished thesmoldering fire from wood that she found in a box at the bottom of thecloset. Then she threw open the front and side windows of her corner room, and looked out on the bright, crisp, winter morning. 

The ground and the bare trees were glistening with white frost, and beyondand below stretched the blue waters of the bay, intensely blue now underthe clear, winter sky. 

"It's a pretty place, but, whewew! how cold!" she said, with a shudder, asshe pulled down the sash of the last window and turned to the fire. 

She could hardly persuade herself to leave it, but, fearing she might belate for breakfast, she at length arose, and made her toilet, hastily andcarelessly, with a few splashes of water on her face and neck and a hastydrying, interrupted in the middle to press the lavender-scented whitedamask to her face to inhale its fragrance. Then she ran a comb throughthe thick locks of her curly hair, which she finally bunched up into a bigmass at the back of her head. At last she put on her clothes, and left herroom, noisily banging the door in closing it. 

There was no one in the upper hall. All the chamber doors leading from itwere shut. 

"I reckon they are all at breakfast, and the coffee will be stark coldwhen I get there. I wish they had waked me up, but I reckon they thought Iwas tired. I am never too tired to eat, " she muttered to herself as shewent downstairs. 

She hurried directly to the dining room, where she found a fine, open fireburning, and Luce engaged in setting the table. 

"Why, Lord!" said the visitor. "Ain't you had breakfast yet? I thought asI should be ever so late!"

"Dear me, ma'am! Is it you? W'y didn't you ring?" inquired, in turn, thesurprised negro woman. 

"Ring? What should I ring for?" demanded the visitor, drawing a chairbefore the blazing fire, seating herself, putting her feet upon thefender, and pulling up the edge of her skirt to toast her shins. 

Luce paused in her task of placing the knives and forks to look at thevandal. 

"Why, ma'am, for somebody to come an' wait on yer, an' fix the fire, an'fetch hot water, an' that, " she said. 

"Fiddle-de-dee! Wait on your granny!" said the stranger, holding herchubby hands over the fire, and rubbing them, with a sense of comfort. 

But Luce had finished placing the knives and forks, and was now bringingchina from a corner buffet. 

"What's that you have got in your hand there? Is it the sugar pot?" askedthe intruder. 

"Yes, ma'am, " answered the perplexed woman. 

"Hold it here to me. "

Luce complied, and the visitor took the sugar bowl and poured from it ahandful of white lumps, and returned it, saying:

"I reckon I'll champ this sugar to pass away the time while I'm waitingfor 'em to come down. "

"Ain't you afeared it will take away your appetite for breakfast, ma'am?"inquired Luce. 

"Take away my appetite? Ho! ho! ho! That's a good un!" chuckled the guest, as she crunched the sugar in her strong, white teeth. 

"Don't yer think as yer'd be more comferable in de parlor, ma'am? Dere's asplendid fire burning dere, " suggested Luce. 

"No. I'm all right here. I feel just as 'snug as a bug in a rug. ' Don'tmind, nigger. Go on and do your work. "

"Nigger!" Luce had never been so insulted in all her life before, yet shesaw that the good-natured creature who was toasting herself before thefire did not mean to insult her. 

"Say! I s'pose you've heard all about me, haven't you?" inquired thelatter. 

"Ma'am?" questioned Luce, hardly knowing how to answer. 

"I say, you know who I am, don't you?"

"Oh, yes, ma'am. You are Col. Anglesea's lady, " promptly replied Luce. 

"'Col. Anglesea's lady?' What do you mean by that, nigger? I am Col. Anglesea's wife, I'd have you to know! Now, what did you mean by 'lady'?"demanded the stranger, with spirit. 

"I am sure, ma'am, I didn't mean no offense wotsomdever. I meant to bemore 'spectful in sayin' lady, " soothingly replied Luce. 

"Well, then, never do you call me a 'lady. ' 'Lady' is too unsartain aword. I'm that man's wife, not 'lady. '"

"That's true, ma'am, an' I'm sorry as I made a mistake, " said Luce, morehumbly, because of a secret irony. 

"I s'pose you've heard all about that rumpus in the church?"

"Somefin' of it, ma'am, " discreetly observed Luce. 

"Only something of it? Well, then, I will tell you all about it. It willpass away the time while waiting for breakfast. "

Luce, divided between her curiosity and her love of gossip on the onehand, and her conscientious sense of propriety on the other, made nodirect reply. 

Mrs. Anglesea began at the beginning and rehearsed all her wrongs, just asshe had done to the family in the drawing room on the previous evening. 

Luce went in and out between the kitchen and the dining room, and to andfro between the sideboard, the buffet and the table, with a:

"'Scuse, ma'am, " every time she went out of hearing. 

"How in the deuce can you attend to anything I am saying if you keepjumping around so?" demanded the narrator. 

"'Scuse me, ma'am; I hears yer good enough, thank yer, ma'am; an' I has tofinish settin' de table, " pleaded the woman. 

"But you make me fidgety, having to turn my head around every minute afteryou. "

"Werry sorry, ma'am, but de family will 'spect de breakfas' to be readyfor 'em. It's--it's a habit dey gibs deirselbes, yer see, ma'am, " pleadedLuce. And at the same moment Jake appeared, with a large waiter in hishands, on which were set the hot edibles to be arranged on the table. 

With the help of Luce, he put them all in place, and then took a big, brass bell, and rang it with all his might close to the head of theguest. 

"Lord bless us! I like music, but not that sort!" cried the latter, clapping her fat hands over the thick, black curls that covered her ears. 

Mr. And Mrs. Force came in, followed by all the family, with the exceptionof Odalite, who was still in bed, and little Elva, who had volunteered tostay with her. 

"Oh, you are here, Mrs. Anglesea? I did not know. I had just sent aservant to call you to breakfast. I hope you slept well?" said thehostess, pleasantly. 

"Splendid! Never turned in my bed all night. And how are you? And how isthe young gal this morning?" inquired the visitor. 

"We are all well, thank you. Will you take this seat, nearest the fire?"

"Oh, anywheres convenient. I don't care where I sit. "

The other members of the family party greeted the visitor, and then seatedthemselves at the table. 

The visitor was voluble, as usual, praising everything she tasted, andeating heartily of every dish. 

When they all arose from the table, she shook the crumbs off her lap onthe floor, turned to her hostess, and said:

"Now, old 'oman, if you've got any sewing to do, here's the hands that cando it. I ain't one to sit down and eat the bread of idleness, I tell you. So, if you have got any stockings to darn, or shirts to patch, or anythingelse to be done in the way of making or mending, just give it to me, andI'll earn my keep, I tell you. "

Mrs. Force was so taken by surprise at this speech that she had to pausebefore replying:

"I thank you very much, but I should not like to trouble you. "

"Trouble! Why, you precious ninny, it would be the greatest of pleasure tome. Ain't I making myself at home here? Same as one of you? Go along withyou! Get me something to do!"

"Many thanks, but I fear I cannot find anything to-day. "

"I'll find something, mamma, " Wynnette exclaimed, coming to the rescue. Turning to Mrs. Anglesea, she said:

"Dear ma'am, wouldn't you like to come into the schoolroom with Miss Meekeand me and help us to tie up parcels for Christmas presents to the coloredpeople?"

"Of course I will, if you want me to. But, Lord, that's no work!"

"Oh, yes, it is. There are more than twenty parcels, little and big. Andall the stores are in large bundles, and we have got to divide themfairly, and tie them up, and write the names on them. It will take us allthe morning. "

"All right; I will go 'long of you, and help with the dividing and tyingup. I don't know about the names. I ain't very good at writing, " said theguest, allowing herself to be carried off by Wynnette. 

"How in the name of the Inscrutable could Anglesea ever have been temptedto marry such a woman? Was he drunk, I wonder?" whispered Abel Force tohis wife. 

The lady shook her head. 

"I have given it up, " she replied. 

Mrs. Force went upstairs, to send little Elva down to her breakfast, andto sit beside Odalite. 

Mr. Force went into the little den at the back of the hall, where he kepthis writing desk and account books and held interviews with his overseeror his attorney. 

CHAPTER XXVII

CONFIRMATION FROM ST. SEBASTIAN

"I am going to ride over to Greenbushes this morning, sir; can I doanything for you before I go?" inquired Leonidas, entering the sanctumwhere the master of the house sat writing at his desk. 

"My dear boy, is it absolutely necessary that you should go to Greenbushesto-day?"

"Oh, no, sir; not at all; nor will I go, if I can be of the least serviceto you by staying here. "

"I am expecting our rector this morning. I am hoping that he will bring mesome decisive news from St. Sebastian that may end this terriblesuspense. "

"'Suspense, ' sir? Do you also think that there may be some doubt about thetruth of Mrs. Anglesea's story?"

"When I look at the woman, and think of the man, I can scarcely believeher to be his wife. Why, she is illiterate and ill bred to the lowestdegree!"

"I think she is infinitely above him!" indignantly exclaimed Le. 

"In point of honesty, yes; for he is as despicable a miscreant as everlived; but, still, not likely to have married such a woman. And it may bepossible that there was no California marriage at all. Therefore I feelvery anxious to get this telegram. "

"But, sir, in case this woman who claims to be his wife has been deceivedby a false marriage, and she is therefore not his wife, but his victim, and it should follow that the marriage ceremony performed yesterday shouldbe legal----"

"It should not stand!" roared Abel Force, in sudden wrath. "It should bedissolved by law! In no case shall my daughter ever behold the face ofthat wretch again!"

"De Reberent Dr. Peters, sah, is waitin' to see yer, " said Jake, puttinghis head into the door. 

"Is there any one in the drawing room?"

"No, sah. "

"Then show Dr. Peters into the drawing room, and tell him that I will seehim there in a moment. "

The man went to give his message. 

Mr. Force put away his papers, locked his desk, and arose, saying:

"Come, Le; our suspense will be ended in another minute. "

"I have been in painful suspense, " answered the young man, as they went upthe front hall, and entered the drawing room on the right hand side. 

Dr. Peters arose and advanced to meet them. 

"Good-morning, reverend sir; I am glad to see you. In one word, now: Haveyou an answer to your telegram?"

"Yes. "

"And what is it?"

"The marriage certificate shown you is genuine. It corresponds in everyparticular with the entry of the same date in the parish register of thechurch of St. Sebastian where the ceremony was performed. "

"Thank Heaven! then my daughter is free!" exclaimed Abel Force. 

"Here is the telegram--a very lengthy but quite satisfactory one, " saidthe rector, drawing from his pocket a large coil of what looked like whitemeasuring tape. 

Abel Force took it and read it aloud. It need not be repeated here. Enoughto say that it was conclusive. 

"And the scoundrel knew that he had a living wife, when he led my daughterto the altar! Reverend sir, what should a father, in his righteous wrath, do with such a man?" demanded Abel Force, livid with rage. 

"Leave him to the divine Providence, " reverently replied the rector. 

Abel Force ground his teeth; he felt more like becoming a volunteerinstrument of the vengeance of divine Providence. 

"A Christian would curb his passion and let the evildoer go his way, "continued the rector. 

"Then I am a sinner!" exclaimed Le, who had been turning red and whitewith every ebb and flow of emotion. 

"A yielding to anger always tends to make bad worse, " said Dr. Peters. 

"Uncle, " said Le--who always, it will be remembered, addressed hisrelative by this title--"have you any more commands for me?"

"No, my boy; I only wished you to stay to hear this telegram, if it shouldcome. You have heard it, and now I will relieve you. "

"Yes, I have heard it! I have heard it! Good-day, uncle! Good-day, Dr. Peters!" said the young man, rising. 

"When will you be back, Le?" inquired Mr. Force. 

"Some time this evening, I hope, sir; but don't wait for me, " replied themidshipman, and, with another bow, he left the room. 

"What is that lad thinking of?" anxiously inquired the rector. 

"Nothing unworthy of my ward, or your pupil, reverend sir, we may be sureof that!" replied the squire. 

"Young blood is hot and hasty!" sighed the good man. 

As he spoke, the door opened, and Mrs. Force entered. 

"Good-morning, Dr. Peters! I have just met Leonidas Force, who told me ofyour arrival, as he hurried from the house, but told me no more. I couldnot restrain my impatience. What answer, if any, is there to thetelegram?" she eagerly inquired. 

They told her. 

"Thank Heaven!" she exclaimed, fervently, clasping her hands and sinkinginto the chair just vacated by Leonidas. 

The serious walks side by side with the farcical. 

The door opened unceremoniously, and Mrs. Anglesea entered, shaking herskirts to shake off ends of soft twine and scraps of lint or paper thatstuck to her dress, and exclaimed:

"Well, I've got through with helping the young uns to tie them parcels, and, Lord! wa'n't there a lot of them! And I come downstairs to look forthe ole 'oman, and they told me she was in here 'long of the parson, so Iknowed you had come about the telegraph message; and how do you do, sir, this morning? And I hope you find yerself very well, and it's all rightabout the sitifikit and the parish register, eh?"

"They are all correct, madam, I believe--the certificate and the entriesin the register perfectly corresponding, " replied Dr. Peters. 

"Oh, I knowed that; I never expected nothing else, of course. I onlywanted the ole folks here to be satisfied as the gal had no right to myole man, and would only ruinate herself, if she took him. "

"Will you take a seat, ma'am?" inquired Mr. Force, rising and bringingforward a large, cushioned armchair. 

"Lord, no! I don't want to disturb you! I only come to hear the upshot ofthis business! I went in the kitchen just now, and asked the cook if Icould help her, and she said no; but I saw a heap of currants and raisinson the table to be picked for the plum pudding, and now I am going to helpher to do it, whether or no! Well, I reckon I shall stay 'long o' you alltill the spring, and try make myself useful and cheerful and contented, asit ain't never no use crying for spilt milk; and, then, I reckon as Ican't get any of my money out'n that man--Lord! why, he's gambled it allaway long a-merry-ago! I'll just go back to Wild Cats', and open a miners'boarding house! The boys won't let me want! And I s'pose by the time Imake another pile my rascal will be coming back to me, to get hold of it!For that's the way they all do! But just let him, that's all! The boyswould give him a short trial and a long rope, you bet! You needn't look sohorrified, Mr. Parson. You just wait till some foreign beat comes andmarries you, and then runs off with all your money, and then see how you'dfeel!"

The aged husband of an old wife, the father of married sons and daughters, the grandfather of growing or grown-up boys and girls, could not, by anyeffort of imagination, put himself in the wrong wife's case; so he onlyanswered by a deprecating bow. 

"Well, now I must be going, if I mean to pick them dried currants andraisins for the plum pudding!" said the intruder, and she left the room assuddenly and unceremoniously as she had entered. 

"What do you think of our guest, Dr. Peters?" inquired Mrs. Force. 

"A rough, untrained, but well-meaning, woman, I should say, " replied therector. 

"A mere good-natured animal, I should call her, " added the squire. 

"My dear, have you got through with your accounts?" inquired the lady. 

"Yes, for the present. "

"Then let us go into the parlor. It is so much pleasanter there. Come, Dr. Peters. "

They left the room, and went into the cheerful, little parlor, usuallyoccupied by Mrs. Force, and having her worktable and low chair in thecorner between the open wood fire and the side window, with its pleasantview of the lawn and the woods. 

Scarcely were they seated, however, when little Elva came in, first gaveher hand to the old minister, who drew her toward him and kissed hercheek, and then went to her mother, and said:

"Mamma, Odalite is wide, wide awake now. She has had some tea, and shewants to see you. "

"Very well, dear; I will go to her. You will excuse me, Dr. Peters?"

The rector replied with a bow and a smile. 

The lady took the hand of the little girl, and they left the roomtogether. 

When they reached Odalite's chamber, Mrs. Force was surprised to see hereldest daughter up and dressed, and sitting in the armchair before thefire. 

"My darling, I am so glad to see you so well recovered!" exclaimed thelady, pressing a kiss upon the forehead of her child, and then drawing achair and seating herself by her side. 

"Mamma, " said Odalite, "I seem to have been in a trance, or a dream, eversince you gave me that composing draught! What was it--opium, hasheesh, amyle--what? And, mother, how much was real and how much was dream that Ihave passed through? It seems like the phantasmagoria of a midnightorgie--through which only one thing seems to stand out clearly--that Ihave had 'some outlet through thunder and lightning' into freedom! Mother, is it true? Am I free?"

"Yes, dearest dear, you are free!" replied the lady, in deep emotion. 

"Oh, thank Heaven! Thank Heaven! Oh, I feel as if I could never thankHeaven enough!" exclaimed Odalite, convulsively clasping her hands. 

There was silence between them for a few moments, and then Odalite, looking all around the room, and finding herself alone with her mother, dropped her voice to the tenderest murmur, and asked:

"But, mamma, sweet mamma, are you free? Are you free from that man'sthreats and persecutions?"

"Ah, my dear, I do not know! I do not know!" sighed the lady. 

"Then, darling mother, if you are not free, I am not. I am your bondsmaid, and I am your hostage to that man for your deliverance from him. I wish tobe nothing else, mamma. I do wish to give my whole life, if it benecessary, to secure your peace of mind. "

"My own, own heavenly angel, the sacrifice will not be required. You havebeen once offered, and you have been wonderfully delivered. It is final, my darling. No victim was ever laid a second time upon the fire!"

"But yet you are not free, mamma?"

"I do not know. I cannot even conjecture what the monster's next move maybe. But I do know this--that, whatever he does, or attempts to do, he willnot be permitted to touch you, or even to see or to speak to you again!"

"Oh, I should be overjoyed to hear that, if only you were free from him, sweet mother!"

"My darling, the arm that delivered you is not shortened that it cannotsave. For, Odalite, whatever the instrument might have been, it was thehand of Providence that saved you. "

"I know it, mamma. And I will hope and trust. You never did any evil inyour life. You have only suffered from evildoers. Why, on that account, should you continue to suffer? Yes, I will hope and trust. And, mamma, Ihave roused myself, and am going down to dinner to surprise papa. Andthen, oh, do let us try to recover the good, old days of peace andgladness that we had before the tempter and destroyer came. Who isdownstairs besides our own family?"

"Dr. Peters is here. He brought confirmation of that monster's Californianmarriage. "

"Oh, I am very glad of that! I would have it confirmed and reconfirmedforever and ever. Who else is downstairs, mamma?"

"Mrs. Anglesea. Your father asked her to the house, that we might hear herstatement in more detail. And she seems to like her quarters so well thatI am inclined to think that she will stay just as long as she is permittedto do so. "

"Well, mamma, let her stay. Poor woman! To be deserted by her husband! Isshe very unhappy?"

"Not she! I should say that she is the most happily constituted humanbeing I ever saw. She has the soundest health, the finest appetite, thekeenest senses and the dullest sensibilities that I ever heard of. She hasno more sentiment than if she ran upon four feet, instead of two! Give herfull bodily comforts and pleasures, which she can feel and enjoy, and shewill be perfectly happy. "

"Oh, mamma, what a character!"

"But that she is very--what shall I say of her that will not seem harsh oruncharitable?"

"Very unsophisticated and very unconventional, mamma?" suggested Odalite. 

"Yes, dear, that will do. But for those drawbacks, you may find heramusing. "

"But perhaps she is more amusing on account of those drawbacks, mamma, "suggested Odalite. 

But her mother shuddered. 

There was a little bustle at the chamber door, which opened suddenly. 

Mrs. Force turned around, and exclaimed:

"Here comes Wynnette, delighted to see you up! And now, dear, I will leaveyou with your sister, and return to our visitors. You will be down todinner, you say?"

"Oh, yes, mamma--certainly, " said Odalite. 

Mrs. Force kissed her daughter, and left the room. 

"Mrs. Colonel is a whole regiment, I tell you, Odalite!" she heardWynnette say, as she closed the door. 

Odalite kept her word, and joined her family and friends in the drawingroom just before dinner. 

Her father met her halfway across the room, kissed her, and led her to achair by the fire. 

The rector came and gravely congratulated her. 

Joshua, the bulldog, who had followed her from the hall, came and laid hishonest head on her lap. 

Lastly, Mrs. Col. Anglesea drew a chair to her side, sat down in it, tookher hand, looked tenderly in her eyes, and said:

"You're not mad 'long o' me, are you, honey, for coming and raising a bigrumpus in the church and stopping of the marriage, are you, now?"

"Angry with you? No, indeed! I am more grateful to you than words canexpress!" impulsively exclaimed Odalite. 

"That's right! That's the proper sperrit, that is! Why, Lord, he ain'tmuch, if he is a colonel into the army! It's only the Injun Army, anyways!And we know what the Injuns is! Leastways, we know what the Injuns ishere, and I don't reckon they're any better out yonder, t'other side ofthe world! No, honey, he ain't much! Why, Lord, there are heaps of fineyoung fellows would be glad enough to get you! Why, there is that fineyoung fellow, that midshipman staying here! Why couldn't you fancy him, now? And lots of others! Let alone taking up with a man older and uglierthan your own fath--I mean, than the parson! You've no call to hang yourharp on a willow tree, on account of the likes of him!"

"Indeed, ma'am, I do not in the least regret Col. Anglesea, " said Odalite, earnestly. 

"Lord, don't you, sure enough? Then you wa'n't so very fond of him, afterall? Oh, bother! there's that clang-clang of a dinner bell again!" saidthe speaker, stopping short in her speech. 

"Shall I have the honor, madam?" inquired the master of the house, comingup and offering his arm to take her into the dining room. 

The rector spent the evening at Mondreer, and then, as a snowstorm wasthreatened, he accepted his host's and hostess' invitation and stayed allnight with them. 

Leonidas Force did not return to Mondreer that evening, but thecircumstance caused no surprise nor uneasiness, as the young master ofGreenbushes was often detained by business to so late an hour that hespent the night at the place. 

CHAPTER XXVIII

A STORM BREWING AT MISS SIBBY'S

"Now, tell the truth, and shame the devil, Roland Bayard! Where have youbeen for the last twenty-four hours?" inquired Miss Sibby, on theafternoon of the same day that witnessed the rector's visit to Mondreer. 

"To tell you the truth, then, Aunt Sibby, I have been to Port Tobacco, waiting for a telegram. "

"A telegram!"

"Yes, a telegram. After the wedding circus yesterday, the nobs decided tocuss the cost and send several miles of telegram to California, to findout the truth about that alleged marriage. "

"Yes, I heard that. "

"Well, the squire couldn't take the message, and so he asked the rector todo it. And the rector promised everything the squire wanted, and then, when it was too late to go back from his word, he remembered that he hadto make a sick call on a man that was given over by the doctors, and mighthave to stay with him all night. And I was there, and heard him bewailinghis dilemma, and--what could a gentleman do? I offered to take the messageto Port Tobacco, and wait there for the answer. "

"Well, and to make a long story short, you went there and took theopportunity to stay all night and go on a lark among them low-life tavernpeople--you, the only adopted nephew and namesake of a lady descended fromthe Duke of England! I'm ashamed of you!" said Miss Bayard, wrathfully. 

"I went there, and gave the message at the telegraph office, and waitedfor an answer until the office closed for the night. Then I went to thequietest hotel I could find----"

"Oh, yes, I know you did!" ironically interpolated the old lady. 

"And I just took a chop and a cup of coffee, and went to bed, " continuedthe youth, without noticing the interruption. "And the first thing thenext morning I went to the office, and waited until it was opened. And thefirst telegram that came clicking over the wires was the one I waited for. And, as soon as ever I got it, I only waited to swallow a cup of coffeeand a roll, mounted my horse, and hurried back to the rectory. And as soonas I gave his reverence the telegram I set off here!"

"And I have been that anxious about you!" whimpered the old lady. "Andnow, tell me, did you know anything about that woman a being of thatfurriner's wife when you fetched her here to my house?"

"Yes, aunty, I knew it. "

"And why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I was sworn to secrecy! And, if I had not been sworn, still, Icould never have betrayed a woman's confidence. The adopted nephew of theDuke of England's descendant could never do that, you know!" said the boy, with a sly twinkle in his blue eyes. 

"No, to be sure, " gravely replied Miss Sibby, quite unconscious that shewas laughed at. 

"There! There's Le! Hello, old fellow! Come in!" cried Roland, starting upand tearing open the front door as he saw young Force ride up and flinghimself from the saddle. 

"Why, what in the--deuce is the matter with you, old boy?" demanded theyoung sailor, on seeing the grave aspect of his friend's countenance. 

"I want you to do a favor for me, Bayard, " said Le, pausing on the outsideof the door, and speaking in a whisper. 

"It is done!" exclaimed Roland, seizing his friend's hand and slapping hisown into it. 

"I want you to take a challenge for me. "

"A--what?"

"A challenge!"

"Heaven, earth and--t'other place! Whom are you about to challenge?"

"That miscreant Anglesea. "

"You are not going to fight a duel, Le?"

"I shall fight a duel or do a murder! That's the alternative!"

"Perhaps you may do both. "

"So much the better! But, if you do not want to take my challenge, say so, and you need not do it. I will get some one else. "

"Of course I will, Le! And I will be your second, and will stand by you, through thick and thin! Jove, if ever a man had a just cause, you have! Hesupplanted you in the affections of your betrothed, and tried to betrayher to ruin!"

"Don't talk about it, or I shall go mad! It was bad enough when I camehome expecting to marry my little girl immediately, and to take her righthome to our pleasant farmhouse, to find that I had lost her forever!Still, for her dear sake, I bore that. But now, to know that the man whowon her from me had a living wife, and deliberately planned herruin----Oh-h-h! I shall go mad!"

"What has excited you so, Le?"

"The telegram! I have heard the telegram from the Rev. Dr. Minitree read, confirming all that woman told us!"

"But, dear Le, you had heard her story!"

"I never believed it. Heaven knows, I never believed it! It seemed toounlikely, too preposterous, that the man should have married that woman!"

"But, dear Le, I gave you a hint of how the case stood when we first met, and I saw how cut up you were about losing the girl. I gave you as stronga hint as I could give without breaking faith with the woman, that nomarriage could take place between Col. Anglesea and Miss Force. "

"Oh, you told me, in a mysterious, oracular sort of way, that somethingwould be sure to happen to prevent the marriage; and, when I doubted, youpledged your honor that there would be an arrest of the proceedings. Andthen I almost believed you without further explanation; but, when thatwoman claimed the bridegroom as her husband, I thought you might have beendeceived by an adventuress with forged marriage certificates, and Idoubted the whole story, until it was confirmed by the telegram. Now thevillain shall answer to me for his outrageous crimes against me andmine!"

"Come in, Le, and sit down, and calm yourself. Aunt Sibby will be glad tosee you. "

"No, no, I cannot. I must go back to Greenbushes. My overseer needs me. You said you would take my challenge and be my second?"

"Yes, indeed, I will, with all my heart and soul!"

"Then here is the missive. Take it at once to that scoundrel. You willfind him at the Calvert Hotel. Make all the arrangements, and then comeand report to me at Greenbushes. Will you do so?"

"Indeed, I will. You may rely upon me, old fellow. "

"Thank you, thank you!" said Le, warmly, as he handed an enveloped note toRoland, remounted his horse and rode off. 

Roland Bayard turned and opened the door, to go into the house, and almoststumbled over Miss Sibby in his progress. 

"Why, aunty, I beg your pardon. I didn't know you were there. I almostknocked you over. Were you going out?"

"No, I wasn't going out, " replied the old lady, in some confusion, as sheturned away. 

"Aunty, I shall have to go out myself this evening, so, if I am not homeby sunset, don't wait up for me. "

"Why, where are you going?"

"I am going to the Calvert Hotel on some business. "

"What business?"

"Well, it is business connected with the broken-off wedding. "

"Seems to me you are a good deal mixed up with this rumpus. What kind ofbusiness is it?"

"It is of a confidential nature, auntie, else I could explain it to you. "

"Humph! humph! humph!" sniffed the old lady. 

The young man laid the enveloped note he had received from Le on themantelpiece, and went upstairs to put on his best clothes, in which toexecute his important mission. 

Miss Sibby went and took the note in her hand, looked at it wistfully, then laid it down, and took her spectacles out of her pocket, wiped them, and put them on her nose. Then she took the note up again and read theaddress. 

"To Col. A. Anglesea, Calvert Hotel. "

Then she turned it over and examined it. The gummed edges of the envelopehad but lightly adhered. She saw that a slight touch would open them. 

She sat down in her low chair, with the note in her hand, and considered. She could hear Roland moving about overhead, and knew that he was safe tobe there for ten or fifteen minutes. 

She was tempted, but not so much by curiosity as by interest and anxietyin and on account of the boys. 

"Them lads is up to somethink!" she said to herself. "I knowed they was upto somethink as soon as I heard 'em talking together! I couldn't hear halfthey said, because the wind was a-blowin' the wrong way, but I knowed theywas up to somethink! They always is! Them boys is!

"When two or three of them is gathered together, it ain't the Lord, butthe devil, as is in the midst of them. Now, I'm gwine to see what's inthis note. "

She opened the envelope, and read words that made her hair fairly stand onend. 

"The Lord have mercy upon me, a miserable sinner! What is the boysa-coming to in these times, anyhow? This mustn't go, noways!"

And then she did a very sly thing. 

The challenge was written on a sheet of very thick, white note paper. Itfilled only the first page. Miss Sibby tore off the written page, foldedit in its own folds, and put it in her pocket. Then she took the blankhalf of the sheet, folded it, also, and put it back into the envelope. Lastly, she wet the gummed edges of the envelope, and stuck them down, fastening the note much more securely than she had found it. 

"Now, then, Roland will make a fool of hisself carrying of a blank note. And I will take myself off to Mondreer, soon as ever I can go, and I willshow this here challenge to Mr. Force. And he, being a justice of thepeace, will be bound to send out a warrant to 'rest up that bloody-mindedyoung rip of a cousin of hizzen! Lor'! what a time there'll be!"

CHAPTER XXIX

A YOUNG FIRE EATER

When the family and guests of Mondreer arose the next morning, they foundthe ground covered with snow, but the sky was clear and bright. 

The squire and the rector went out on the front porch to look at theweather, just in time to see old Miss Sibby Bayard, in her brown ridingskirt and beaver-cloth jacket and hood, ambling up to the house on herslow, but sure-footed, old, white mule. 

Both gentlemen stepped down to the horse block to meet and help her todismount. 

"I reckon as you're surprised to see me here, especially at this hour ofthe morning?" said the old lady, as she lumbered heavily down from herseat. 

"We are glad to see you, at any rate, neighbor, " said the kind-heartedsquire. 

"Thanky'! I'm glad to see you, squire, though I wish I had come on morepleasanter business, " replied the old lady, as she waddled toward thehouse. 

"I hope nothing has gone amiss with you, " said Mr. Force, whom recentevents had made somewhat apprehensive. 

"Well, not gone amiss, exactly; but going amiss, I tell you all good, unless it is put a stop to! And, Parson Peters, I'm mighty glad to fall inlong o' you here! I think it is downright providential--that I do! Becauseyour counsel may be of great vally in this case. 'Two heads is better thanone, ' sez I, even if one is a cabbage head, sez I. "

By this time they had entered the house, and Mr. Force was about to openthe parlor door to admit the visitor to the presence of his wife, but shestopped him, hastily, nervously saying:

"No, no, not in there, on no account! This ain't no news for ladies' ears, and I don't want to send none of them into hysterick fits! Let me go intoyour office, where you do business. "

"What is the nature of your business?" anxiously inquired Mr. Force, as heled the way to the rear of the house. 

"Life or death! Murder and hanging, for aught I know! And that's the lastword I'm a-going to speak till we get inside o' your office, and lock thedoor after us. "

In great anxiety--for his suspicions immediately flew to Leonidas andAnglesea--Mr. Force led the way into his sanctum, secured it againstintrusion, and seated his guests, and awaited the further communication ofthe last comer. What would it be? Had Leonidas made a fatal assault uponAnglesea? Had Miss Bayard learned the fact through Le's bosom friend, Roland Bayard?

Miss Sibby seemed in no hurry to communicate her business. 

"Is that door locked?" she inquired. 

"Fast, " replied Mr. Force. 

"Could anybody hear us if they was to listen at the keyhole?"

"No one about the house would be guilty of such an impropriety. "

"I don't know that. "

Mr. Force got up, took an overcoat from a hook on the wall and hung itagainst the door. 

"Now, then!" he said, resuming his seat. 

"Now, then!" said Miss Sibby, fumbling in her pocket, producing a neatlyfolded, white paper, and handing it to the squire. "Now, then, what do youthink of that for a bloody-minded young wilyun? Oh, I tell yer, boys isthe devil!"

Mr. Force unfolded and read the paper, staring at it in dismay. 

"How came you by this?" he inquired. 

"Interslipted of it!" she replied. 

"Then this never reached its destination?"

"Eh?"

"This never was delivered?"

"Not much! There'd 'a' been murder done before this if it had been! Andthere'll be murder done yet if there ain't a stop put to it! Let me tellyou all how and about it. "

And, while the squire and the rector listened, with the most painfulinterest, Miss Sibby told of Leonidas Force's sudden visit of the previousafternoon, of her suspicions, and of her seizing an opportunity affordedand opening the envelope, taking out the sheet of note paper, tearing offthe half containing the challenge, folding and replacing the other leaf, and finally closing up the envelope, and returning it to its place. 

"My wagabone of a 'dopted nevvy took the note without suspicion, and wentoff with it. I'd like to 'a' seen that colonel's face when he opened itand found nothing but a blank paper! Howsever, I haven't seen hair norhide of my scamp since, so I don't know how it all ended! And I don't knowwhere he is! But naught's never in danger, and I reckon as he is safe andsound with t'other scamp at Greenbushes. "

"What do you think of this, now, for a mad missive? Oh, read it out--readit out! I know how it looks! I want to hear how it sounds!" said thesquire, as he passed the challenge over to the rector, and watched thelatter staring at the lines. 

And, with his hair gradually rising on end, the good man read as follows:

"Greenbushes, December 21, 18--, "To Col. Angus Anglesea--Sir: You are not only a disgrace to your uniform, but a dishonor to the human form! You are a thief, a liar and a coward! Ihave written your character in ink, and I mean to seal it in blood! Thebearer of this will meet any man you may appoint to make arrangements. Ihave the honor to be, "Le Force. "

"The boy is mad!" said the rector, as he returned the paper and wiped hisspectacles. 

"And now, what is to be done?" inquired the squire. 

"'What's to be done?'" exclaimed Miss Sibby, excitedly. "There ain't butone thing to be done! You are a justice of the peace, and ought to knowwhat that is! Here I lay a complaint, and lay before you the evidence thattwo young men are planning a breach of the peace that may end in murder orhanging, or the State prison, at the least, and you ask what's to be done!I'll tell you, then! Give out a warrant to take 'em both up, and fetch 'embefore you, and make 'em give bonds to keep the peace, or else send 'em toprison! Let's you and me deal by our own young rascals just as we would byany other's. I make the complaint. You give out the warrant and haul 'emup for judgment. Now, I have done my duty. You do your'n!"

"But my poor Le! And he acts in vindication of my daughter!" sighed thesquire. 

"'Poor Le, ' indeed! It would be poor Le if he was between the four wallsof a jail, waiting of his trial for murder! Haul 'em up, squire! Haul 'emup! Make the two young wilyuns--as will break our hearts if youdon't--give bonds to keep the peace! It's onpleasant, I know, but not halfas onpleasant as murder and hanging. "

"I suppose I must issue the warrants, " sighed the squire. 

"Well, then why don't you do it? Take time by the forelock, sez I. Thereain't no time to lose, I tell you that! For, you know, though Iinterslipted the challenge, and my scamp took a blank in place of it, thatwon't stop the duel; it will only put it off a little while; it will befought, all the same, unless them young rascals of ours is took up!"

"I think Miss Sibby is right, squire. I see no way to prevent mischief, except by arresting the two young men and holding them in custody for awhile. You need not send them to the common jail. You can keep them here, "urged the rector. 

"I will do it. There is not a constable nearer than Benedict. I do notlike to trust the warrants to a servant to take to the officer, because Iwish to give some private instruction with the instruments. You willexcuse me, Dr. Peters, I hope, if I ride to town and leave you for a fewhours? Mrs. Force and the girls will be happy to entertain you until myreturn. "

"My dear friend, I was about to ask you to order my horse an hour ago, when the arrival of our good neighbor stopped me. It is absolutelynecessary that I return to the rectory to meet an engagement thismorning. "

"Then we will ride together as far as our roads go in the samedirection. "

Mr. Force rang a bell, which was answered by the entrance of Jake. 

"Saddle the rector's horse; also saddle Samson for me, and the brown horsefor yourself. Bring them around to the side block. We shall have to rideto Benedict to-day. "

The man bowed assent to his master's orders, and left the room. 

"You will stay and spend the day with the ladies, I hope, Miss Sibby?"said Mr. Force. 

"Well, I reckon I will--if you'll tell the man, when he comes back withthe horses, to have my mule put in the stable and fed. "

"Certainly. "

"And now I'll just go and find the ladies. No, don't stir! I know where tofind 'em, and I can denounce myself, too! I haven't any call to stand onceremony, as if I was one of them upstarts as have got rich suddenly onspectoration! Not I!"

So, gathering up her riding skirt, the old lady left the office and wentup the hall to the door on her right hand, where she stopped and rapped. 

"Come in!" the gentle voice of Elfrida Force responded. 

And Miss Sibby opened the door and entered the room, to be received withacclamation by Wynnette, Elva and Mrs. Anglesea, all of whom werepresent. 

Meanwhile, Mr. Force, seated at his desk in his office, with Dr. Peters byhis side, filled out two blank warrants for the arrest of Leonidas Force, of Greenbushes, and Roland Bayard, of Forest Rest. 

By the time he had completed them, Jake appeared and announced that thehorses were at the door. 

"Very well. We shall be ready in a few minutes. Go and tell some one totake Miss Sibby Bayard's mule to the stable. "

"I done put that beast up and fed it more 'an an hour ago, sah! I knowedMiss Sibby was going to stay all day, 'cause she allers does. So I 'tendedto her animal right off. "

"Quite right. Bring me my riding boots. "

The servant did as he was bid, and the squire and his guest got ready fortheir ride. 

On their way out to the hall door they stopped at Mrs. Force's parlor, tobid good-by to the ladies sitting there. 

The rector gravely shook hands with every one. 

Mr. Force merely nodded and smiled his adieus, and said that he should beback in the evening in time for tea. 

Then the two gentlemen went out, mounted their horses and rode away, attended by the groom--the minister to his parochial duties, the squire tofind an officer to serve his warrants. 

CHAPTER XXX

THE BRIDEGROOM'S NEXT MOVE

Meanwhile the two visitors in Mrs. Force's parlor had a pleasant time ofit. 

Mrs. Force, seeing that the gossip between Mrs. Anglesea and Miss SibbyBayard would be sure to turn on the character and antecedents of thegallant Col. Angus Anglesea, and thinking that their discourse would notprove very edifying to her young daughters, sent Wynnette and Elva with amessage to Miss Meeke, and gave them an intelligible hint that they neednot return. 

"You never let on a word to me that you was the wife of that man who wasgoing to marry Odalite Force--no, not even when we was all a-talking aboutthe wedding!" said Miss Sibby, reproachfully, before she had been manyminutes seated in the parlor. 

"Woman alive, I was afraid to tell anybody, for fear the secret would getout, and put him on his guard, and spoil my fun!" exclaimed the lady fromWild Cats'. 

"How spoil your fun?"

"Why, this way--prevent me from doing what I wanted to do. "

"What you wanted to do?"

"Yes!"

"And what was that? Anything more than stopping the wedding?"

"Yes, indeed! It would have stopped the wedding days before it did if Ihad let on to you, or to any one else, that he had a wife living, and Iwas she! Why, the very hint of the thing would have stopped the wedding!But I wanted to put him to a public shame, and make an example of him! Iwanted to give him rope enough to hang himself. And to let him pile upwrath against the day of wrath! And so I laid low, and said nothing tonobody until I found him at the altar, with the bride by his side, andthen I denounced and disgraced him, in the great congregation of thepeople!"

Just at this moment a servant entered the room, and handed a note to Mrs. Force. 

The lady changed color as she recognized the handwriting, and opened theenvelope. 

These were the contents:

"I have been waiting and watching for two days, with the patience of adetermined man of set and immutable purpose, to get an opportunity for aprivate interview with you. The opportunity has now rewarded my vigilance. Meet me at once, in the house or out of it. "

There was no signature. 

Mrs. Force put the note into the fire, saw it blaze and consume in aninstant, and then arose, saying to her guests:

"You will excuse me for a few moments?"

"You bet! I know a housekeeper has got to look after her help, I reckon, or there'd be fine doings. We weren't plagued with help at Wild Cats'--notmuch we weren't! But go along with you now!" said Mrs. Anglesea. 

"Is it a bill? I hate bills! 'Specially when I haven't got the money topay 'em, though I am descended from the Duke of----"

But Mrs. Force had gone to the door, passed out, closed it behind her, andwas speaking to the man who had brought the note. 

"Where is the gentleman who gave you this?"

"It was the colonel, ma'am, " replied the man, in a low voice, as ifconscious of naming an objectionable visitor; "and he is standing at thefront door. "

"Then bring him into the drawing room, " she said, as she passed on andentered the place first. 

She threw herself into a deep-cushioned chair by the fire, and covered herpale and quivering face with her hands. 

A few moments passed, and Anglesea entered, closing the door behind him. 

"Well, Friday!" he said, as he advanced and threw himself into a chairopposite to her at the fireside. "I have been watching the house, from thetop of the hill, with a telescope in my hand, from morning until night fortwo days, waiting for a chance to speak to you alone. "

"That must have been a great trial for a man of your good appetite andlove of ease, " replied the lady, with a curl of her lip. 

"Not at all! I came out in a comfortable top buggy, which I drove myself, and brought a luncheon of cold ham and canvas-back duck and a flask ofbrandy. Tied the horse under a tree out of sight of the house, and stoodwhere I could command a full view of the premises without being seen. Allday yesterday, as long as it was light enough to see, I watched in vain. No one left the house, except the gallant, gay, young midshipman--thewalking gentleman of this light comedy. So I went back to mine inn late atnight, and much disappointed. This morning I was here very early, butwaited until near noon before anything happened! Then I saw the squire andthe rector ride forth together and take the road to Benedict. Then I madea descent upon the fort. So you have my Californian sweetheart stayingwith you?" he exclaimed, in a light and taunting manner. 

"Sir!" said Elfrida Force, in a tone of haughty indignation. 

"Oh, come now, Friday, you never really supposed that woman from WildCats' to be my wife! And, as for the lighter relationship, I need have noqualms in confessing it to you. A confidence of that kind could not shockyou. "

A crimson tide of shame and wrath swept over the lady's cheeks and brow, but she controlled her indignation, and kept silence. 

"You have no idea how free and easy I feel in your society, Friday. Witheverybody I feel ill at ease, because I must play a part and seem otherthan I am. But with you I can be myself. With you I can speak of my_bonnes fortunes_ as to a confidential friend. "

"Col. Anglesea, if you are trying to cast reflection upon the good name ofthe worthy woman from California who is our guest, your labor is in vain. We know that she is your lawful wife, " said Mrs. Force. 

"You do! Then, by Jove, you know more than anybody else does!" he replied, with a laugh. 

"We have received a telegram from the Rev. Dr. Minitree, of St. Sebastian, confirming the fact of your marriage with Mrs. Wright. "

"Oh, you have? But suppose at the time of that frolicsome wedding with theWild Cat widow I had a living wife in London?"

"Man!" cried Elfrida Force, in horror and amazement. 

"Yet such was the fact. My wife, Lady Mary Anglesea, was living in Londonat the time of my marriage with Ann Maria, or Mary Ann Wright, or whoevershe was. I have actually forgotten her true name. "

"Oh, villain! villain! Your deviltry is unmatched in all the world!"

"Thanks. You do me no more than justice. And you must see by that I amquite worthy to be--your son-in-law; for, my dear Friday, that is what Iam. I received the news of the death of my wife, Lady Mary Anglesea, whileI was staying at Niagara, and just one week before the most auspicious dayon which I met again my old 'pal' and her new family. So, when I marriedOdalite Force, I was perfectly free to contract lawful marriage, and sothe same Odalite is now my lawful wife. 'Read, learn, ponder and inwardlydigest' that fact, my lady, if you please. "

"You make these statements in reckless bravado. I do not believe one wordyou say. Why should I believe anything merely upon your authority, when Iknow, from all experience, that you have not the slightest respect for thetruth? You told a falsehood in the church. You said you had never been inCalifornia in all your life, and had never before set eyes on the womanwho claimed to be your wife. Now, then!"

"I was taken utterly by surprise, as you know--shocked out of my usualself-possession. It was a false move to have denied all knowledge of theWild Cat. I am ashamed of the false move, but not of the falsehood, inyour presence. By the powers, madam! why should I be? I only tell afalsehood. You live one! But come. Don't let us go on complimenting eachother in this absurd style. It is so very unprofitable. You do not believethe statement that I have made to you?"

"Why should I believe it merely upon your word?"

"You want proof?"

"I want nothing from you, Angus Anglesea, but your adieus. I should verymuch like to receive them. "

"Really, Friday, you are very reckless. You are playing with edge tools, if you did but know it. Ah, well! I have only to give you proof of thepower that I possess over your daughter Odalite to bring you to yourknees, madam. "

With these insolent words, the man drew a portmonnaie from his pocket, opened it, took out a slip cut from an English newspaper and handed it toher. 

With a proud, disdainful smile she took it and read:

"Died. 

"Suddenly, at Anglewood Manor, on August twenty-fifth, in the forty-ninthyear of her age, Lady Mary, eldest daughter of the late and sister of thepresent Earl of Middlemoor, and wife of Col. The Hon. Angus Anglesea, H. E. I. C. S. "

She returned the slip to the man without a comment. 

"Well, madam, what do you think of that?" he inquired. 

"I think the poor lady most fortunate in her death, since it freed herfrom you. "

"Thanks, very many. I have kept this little slip, not with the least idea, not with the faintest prevision, that I should ever have this need of it. Nor have I cherished it in tender memory of the dear departed. By nomeans. I have kept it to gloat over it, as a slave might over his 'freepapers. ' And I have gloated over the words that gave me liberty. 'Died'--'Lady Mary Anglesea. ' What a pleasure it is to read over thesewords!"

"Oh! Oh!" groaned Elfrida Force, wringing her hands. "I think the worstpunishment in hell must be the society of devils!"

"Ten thousand thanks, if that compliment is intended for me. It seemshigher than my merits, but it shall be the aspiration of my life to liveup to it, " said the colonel, with a very low bow. 

"Why have you demanded this interview with me? Why have you come here totorment me?" demanded the lady, wringing her hands. 

"First of all, to show you, and to prove to you, the true relations inwhich I stand to your daughter. "

"And of what avail will that be to you? You cannot claim our daughter asyour wife without an open confession of having married the Widow Wrightduring the lifetime of your first wife, and thereby exposing yourself toprosecution for more than one crime, the least of which would send you toState prison--for bigamy, for forgery, for robbery. And do you think yourCalifornia victim is of a temper and disposition to spare you, when shefinds out that she has been so criminally deceived--when she knows thatyou are not her husband? No! She will prosecute you to the utmost extentof the law. And, even if it were possible to suppose that she couldforgive your black villainy, forget her own deep wrongs, and foregovengeance, do you suppose it possible that Abel Force would ever bebrought to recognize your claim to his daughter? Never, you may depend onit! He will repudiate your claim as the most shameful insult to hisfamily. He will protect his daughter against you with his life. Ifneedful, he will seek a dissolution of this merely nominal ceremony ofmarriage in the proper courts of law. Why, Abel Force would see hisdaughter in her grave before he would see her sacrificed to a man publiclydisgraced as you have been!"

"Quite so. I perfectly understand that. The situation would be exceedinglyawkward in any light. So, my lady, I am not so mad as to come here toclaim immediate possession of my wife. I came, as I said, to prove to youthat I have a legal claim upon her; that I am her lawfully wedded husband;that she is my lawful wife. All this seems tautological, vainlyrepetitive; but, then, repetitions are really necessary to make animpression on some people--on yourself, as a matter of detail. "

"Be as brief as possible, if you please, " said the lady, much relieved bywhat he had just told her of his non-intention to put in any present claimto the possession of Odalite. 

"I will. I shall leave this part of the country in a few hours, and departfor England within a few days. I really think it is the best course for meto pursue at present. "

"I really think it is, " put in the lady. 

"Thanks. You really deserve my forbearance, and I shall spare you for thepresent, upon certain conditions. If these conditions be fulfilled, youare safe. If they be not, you are lost. "

"Let me hear them. I am not at all sure that I shall not prefer to belost, " said the lady, whose spirits had risen under the prospect of herenemy's retreat from the neighborhood. 

"Listen, then. I intrust you with the custody of my wife. You must alwaysbear in mind that she belongs to me, and belongs to me until death; noless shall free her! I shall arrange to keep you both under espionage, even from the other side of the ocean. So long as you shall keep faithwith me, I shall keep quiet, and patiently await the course of events thatshall make my wife the countess of Enderby in her own right, and restoreher to my arms. But, on the very sign of an intention to dissolve the bondthat binds her to me, or to give her to any other, I shall--at all hazardsto myself--swoop down upon you with a sudden destruction from which thereshall be no appeal! Do you understand and accept the conditions?" heinquired. 

"I understand and accept the conditions, " said Mrs. Force, with firmness. "I shall certainly not encourage or countenance the thought of any otheralliance for my daughter, although I pray Heaven that she may never liveto set eyes on your face again!"

"Thank you! I feel sure that you will keep faith with me--not only fromyour high esteem and deep affection for me, but also from your ownself-interest. I will not further intrude upon your time. Give my love tomy wife, and--to my Californian sweetheart. Madam, I have the honor to bidyou good-morning!"

Angus Anglesea left the room. 

Elfrida Force went to the front window to watch him out of sight, and alsoto recover her own self-control. 

Then she returned to her guests in the parlor. 

CHAPTER XXXI

A FOOL'S ERRAND

When young Roland Bayard left the Forest Rest, with Leonidas Force'ssupposed challenge in his pocket and on warlike thoughts intent, he walkedrapidly on toward the Calvert House, an old-fashioned and highlyrespectable roadside establishment, half farmhouse, half tavern, notablefor its pure liquors, fine tobacco and rare game--in season. It was afavorite house of call for travelers on that road, and of sojourn tostrangers who might be detained by business or by accident in theneighborhood. It was full four miles from Forest Rest, but, as youngRoland owned no saddle horse, he had to walk all the way--no very greathardship, indeed, for a strong, young man on a fine winter night, when themoonlit sky and the snow-covered earth made the scene almost as clear asday. 

Roland crunched along the little footpath leading through the wood to thehighway, and then walked rapidly over the hard, frozen road--a verysolitary road at that hour of the night. High woods flanked it on eitherside, opening occasionally, now on the right and now on the left, to showsome farmhouse, with its barns, fields, gardens and orchards. 

It was still early in the winter evening when he reached the Calvert. 

It was a very quiet-looking place, a two-story double brick house, roughcast, with white stucco, and having four dormer windows in the front roof, nine long windows in the upper floor and eight on the lower--that is, fouron each side of the entrance door. On the right hand side was the publicparlor; on the left hand side the bar. 

A buggy and two saddle horses before the door were the only signs ofbusiness about the place. 

Roland went into the bar, and inquired if Col. Anglesea was in the house. 

"No; he has not been in since morning, " was the answer. 

"When is he expected?" inquired Roland. 

"Don't know; he said he might not return to-night. "

Roland borrowed a newspaper, and sat down to while away a tediousevening. 

People came in and went out, but as early as ten o'clock the barroom wasnearly deserted. 

"Do you think the colonel will be likely to return during the night--afterthe house is closed, for instance?" inquired Roland. 

"Don't know at all. But, even if he should come in after we have shut up, there'll be somebody to let him in. Is the colonel a friend of yours?"

"Do you want to insult me?" demanded young Roland, firing up. 

"Oh, no, not at all--no offense! I only asked because you seemed soanxious to see him, " mildly pleaded the bartender. 

"One may be anxious to see a fellow from other motives than friendship, "said Roland, sulkily. 

"So they may, " conceded the barkeeper. "And ever since that rumpus in thechurch that broke up the wedding there's a good many people who areanxious to see the colonel out of curiosity. "

"Ah, they want to see what the monster looks like who, having a livingwife, tries to marry an heiress!"

"Yes; and I reckon that is why the colonel keeps pretty much out of theway. He came here the afternoon of the wedding day, before we had heard ofthe fuss at the church, and, though we wondered much to see the bridegroomhere alone, we couldn't ask any questions. He engaged a room, and thenhired a horse and buggy and went off. He hadn't been gone an hour beforepeople began to come in and talk of the broken-up wedding. We took in agreat deal of money all the afternoon on account of people gathering hereto talk and to hear about the affair. And toward night comes a cart fromMondreer, loaded with all the colonel's trunks, pistol cases, hat boxes, fowling pieces and what not. They were all taken up to his room, but thecolonel did not come in until near midnight, and he went away again thismorning before sunrise, leaving word that he might not be back to-night. "

"Well, it is half-past ten, and he has not returned. I am waiting to seehim on very important business, so I think I must take a bed here, and seemy gentleman in the morning, " Roland decided. 

"All right, " the barkeeper replied, and he rang a bell that brought anegro waiter to the counter. 

"Show this gentleman into the front room over the parlor, and make himcomfortable. Would you like a fire, sir?"

"Fire? No, of course not; thank you, all the same, " laughed Roland, as hefollowed the negro man upstairs to the room assigned him. 

Roland was wholesomely tired, for he had been traveling on horseback or onfoot for nearly forty-eight hours; nevertheless, he waited up until heheard the house closed for the night. Then, when all the calling up anddown stairs, the walking back and forth along the passages, the banging ofdoors and the clattering down of windows had ceased, and the lights wereout and the premises were dark and quiet, Roland went to bed and went tosleep. He slept the sound, deep, dreamless sleep of youth, health andfatigue. 

It was quite late in the morning when he awoke. The sun was gleaming ingolden needles through the interstices of his window shutters. 

For a moment he did not know where he was, or how he had come into thestrange room. In another instant he recollected himself and his errand. Hejumped out of bed and threw open the window shutters. It was very cold, and there was no fire, and the water on the washstand had a thin layer ofice over it. 

But Roland did not ring for a waiter to bring either fuel or hot water, for he was inured to hardships and accustomed to waiting on himself. 

He broke the ice in his ewer, washed his face and hands, wiped and rubbedthem with a coarse, crash towel until they shone and glowed, then put onhis clothes, and hurried downstairs and into the bar. 

There was no one in it at that hour but the bartender and a negro boy. 

"Good-morning, " said the former. "You are late this morning. Fatigued andoverslept yourself, perhaps. "

"Yes. Did Col. Anglesea return last night?"

"He did. He came in about an hour after the house was closed. Pete openedthe door for him. "

"And--where is he now? Can I see him at once, do you think?" eagerlyinquired Roland. 

"I don't suppose you can see him at once, for Heaven only knows where heis. He took breakfast at sunrise, and went off in a buggy, saying that heshould not return to-night. "

"Oh-h-h-h!" exclaimed Roland, with a perfect howl of disappointment. "Andhe has gone?"

"Yes, gone. "

"Where? Where?"

"He did not say; so we do not know. "

"When will he be back?"

"He said that he should not return to-night; further than that we do notknow. "

"Oh, why did you not have me called? Why did you not detain him and sendfor me?" demanded Roland, in the tone of a deeply injured individual. 

"My dear fellow, I did not happen to see the colonel, or hear of him, until after he was gone. The head waiter had charge of him, and gave themessage he left for the house, " mildly pleaded the bartender. 

"Oh-h-h! what a disappointment!" cried Roland, leaving the bar to go insearch of the head waiter. 

He found that functionary in the public dining room, and questioned himclosely in regard to the movements of Col. Anglesea; but the head waitercould only repeat the message left with him by the colonel; and this, ofcourse, threw no new light on the subject. 

Roland went out and questioned the hostler, but the latter knew even lessthan the others about the missing guest. 

Finally Roland, in spite of his disappointment and anxiety, feeling thekeen hunger of a healthy youth, went in and sat down and ate a very heartybreakfast. 

Then he paid his bill and left the Calvert, leaving every one, from thehost to "boots, " wondering what on earth the young man could have wantedwith the colonel, to have kept him waiting all night for him. 

But, finally, some one remembered that Mr. Roland Bayard was mate of theship which had brought the colonel's forsaken wife--his first wife, asthey called her--from California to Maryland, and that the same Mr. RolandBayard had escorted the lady to the neighborhood, and had even introducedher to his own aunt, the good Miss Sibby Bayard, who had entertained thestranger without knowing who she really was, or what the nature of herbusiness in the neighborhood might be. 

Therefore, the gossips and wiseacres of the Calvert decided that youngRoland Bayard must be a messenger from "his first wife. "

Roland, meanwhile, unmindful of the discussion he had left behind him, sturdily strode on his way over the frozen highroad, under the winter sky, toward Greenbushes, to report to Leonidas Force. 

Greenbushes was full five miles from Calvert's, so he walked on. 

CHAPTER XXXII

PREPARING FOR FATE

Leonidas Force, after leaving Forest Rest, put spurs to his horse andgalloped all the way to Greenbushes, only pausing when it became necessaryto open a gate that crossed the road, by which chance the hard-pressedsteed got a moment in which to recover his wind. 

When he reached Greenbushes, he sprang from his saddle, threw the bridleto a boy who came up to take the horse, and hurried into the house. 

His colored housekeeper came to ask him if he was going to stay home allnight, or to return to Mondreer, so that she might know whether she was toget supper, and to make a fire in his bedroom. 

Le told her that he should stay at home all night. 

The woman went away to attend to his comforts. 

Le opened the door of that little, oak-paneled parlor on the right of thehall of entrance, where there was always a fire kept alive for the master, and a round table covered with account books, piles of paper, bundles ofpens and bottles of ink. 

Le threw off his riding coat, hat and gloves, drew off his boots, thrusthis feet into slippers, and dropped into the large, leather armchairbefore the table, and laid his head upon his folded arms on its top. 

Le was not the least of a coward. He knew no fear. Yet he fully realizedthe awful gravity of the situation in which he had voluntarily placedhimself. His Christian conscience began to trouble him. 

"Thou shalt not kill!" it whispered to him. 

He tried not to hear it. 

"The dastardly villain ought to be punished, " he said to himself. "Myuncle cannot call the beast out. He is a justice of the peace; he is avestryman in the church; he is a husband and a father. He cannot fight themonster! And he has no son to act for him! I am his nearest male relative, and I have no ties to bind me and keep me from doing a man's part in thismatter; it seems my duty. I do not want to kill the wretch, though hedeserves to die; I do not want to kill him! I think I would far rather hekilled me! But I cannot help it! I must call him out, and he must take therisk! I must avenge Odalite!"

His conscience again spoke:

"Vengeance is mine, and I will repay, saith the Lord. "

Luke, an old servant attached to the plantation, came in and laid freshlogs on the fire, and then went out again. 

But Le, absorbed in his argument with his own conscience, never noticedthe man's entrance or his exit. 

"The die is cast now, " he said, in conclusion, "and I must abide theissue. The challenge is sent. The scoundrel is a soldier, and he willaccept it! I must meet him! And, if I kill him, I must take theconsequences in this world and--in the next!"

Martha, the housekeeper, came in with a large tray on which she hadarranged her master's supper. She set it down on a side table, while sheremoved the books and stationary from the center table and spread a whitecloth over it. Then she set out his supper, and said:

"Do, please, young marster, try to eat somefin'. That racket at the churchseems to hev upset yer so that yer look downright ill. "

Le was feverish and thirsty, and he drank cup after cup of tea, nearly asfast as the housekeeper could pour it out. But he could not eat a morsel. 

"'Deed, I'm feared yer gwine to have some sort of a fever, young marster!'Deed, I am!" said Martha, as she began to clear the table, after findingall her persuasions fruitless to induce the young man to eat. 

When the woman was gone, Le replaced all the paper, pens and ink upon thetable again, and sat down, poor fellow, to write his "last will andtestament. "

It was very short and plain. He left all his real estate and personalproperty to his three dear cousins, Odalite, Wynnette and Elva, daughtersof his dear relative, Abel Force, of Mondreer, share and share alike, subject only to some trifling legacies to old servants and to a bequest often thousand dollars to his dear friend Roland Bayard, of Forest Rest; andhe constituted Abel Force and Roland Bayard joint executors. 

Next he wrote farewell letters to his friends and relatives. 

All this work kept him up long after midnight. When it was finished, hegathered all the documents together and took them with him up to hisbedroom, and locked them in the upper drawers of his bureau. 

Finally, with the guiltiest conscience, the darkest spirit and theheaviest heart that he had ever experienced in his young life, he laidhimself down on his bed. He could not sleep, and he dared not pray. Neverbefore had he laid down to rest without having prayed. But how could hepray now, when he was deliberately planning to break, and make othersbreak, one of the most awful commandments in the decalogue?

So the boy lay awake through all the long and dreary night, waiting forthe day. What would the day bring forth? Where would he be the nextnight?

"If it were only my life that was to be taken! Even if it were only mysoul that was to be risked! But the awful fiat of the Most High to bebroken! Purposely, deliberately broken! Oh, Heaven! how one man's sinmakes many men's crimes!"

So thinking, so feeling, so suffering, Le passed the most miserable nightof his whole life. 

The gray light of the winter day dawned at last. 

Then Le arose and slowly dressed himself. 

Roland, he thought, would soon be with him, bringing the acceptance of hischallenge and the program of the hostile meeting. 

Slowly he descended the stairs and entered the parlor. 

Early as it was, the window shutters had been opened, the fire kindled andthe room put in order. 

Le threw up the window sash to inhale the fresh air. It was keen and coldthis winter morning, yet refreshing to his fevered head. 

The sun was up and shining from a clear, blue sky upon the snow-coveredearth, and the forest of pine beyond, and the grove of cedars, spruce, firs and other evergreens near the house. 

Le closed the window at length, and sat down to wait for the coming ofRoland Bayard. 

Old Luke came in with oak logs to replenish the fire. 

"Mornin', young marster! Gettin' colder, ain't it? Shouldn't wonder ef decrik didn't froze ober 'fore night, " he said, as he laid the logscarefully on the blazing brands. 

Le assented, in a low voice, scarcely knowing what had been said to him, or what he said. 

The man retired, and was succeeded by the woman, Martha, who came in toset the table for her master's breakfast. 

"Mornin', Marse Le! Hope as yer feel better'n yer did las' night, dough, Lor' knows, now I look at yer, yer doan look any better; yer looks wuss. 'Deed, Marse Le, yer ought to 'sult a doctor, " she said, as she opened thetablecloth and flirted it out to spread over the table, keeping her eyeson the young master all the time. 

"I am not ill, Martha, " he said. 

"Ain't yer, now, Marse Le? Well, den, yer's gwine to be, dat's all, " wasthe encouraging comment. 

She brought in the breakfast, and spread it temptingly out on the table, athankless task, for, as before, Le could not be persuaded to choke himselfby attempting to swallow a morsel of solid food; but he drank cup aftercup full of strong coffee, as fast as the woman could pour it out. 

"Kill yerself! 'Deed you will, Marse Le! Drinkin' so much strong coffeean' a-puckerin' ob yer stummick up, 'stead o' fillin' ob it out wid breadand meat! Kill yerse'f! 'Deed yer will!" said Martha, as at last shecleared the table and left the room. 

"Yes, sah! Dere he is in de little parlor!" Le heard her say, as shepassed through the hall, to some one at the front door. 

And in another moment the room door was thrown open, and Roland Bayardappeared. 

"Well?" demanded Le, excitedly, as he started up to meet his friend. 

"Well, I can't find the sneak! I believe he has cut and run, that's what Ibelieve!" exclaimed Roland, snatching his hat from his head, flinging itangrily on the floor, and throwing himself into a chair. 

"What!" cried Le, facing him. 

"I say the beat has beat a retreat!"

"What do you mean?" inquired Le. 

Then Roland, having recovered his breath, told Le the story of hisfruitless adventure at the Calvert House. 

"He keeps out of the way on purpose; but he shall not escape me!"exclaimed Le, drawing his breath hard. 

"I only came to report to you and take orders for the next step, " saidRoland. 

"He still retains his room at the Calvert?" inquired Le. 

"Oh, yes! And all his effects are there. "

"Then, dear boy, go back at once to the Calvert, and stay there until hereturns, and then give him my note. Take up your lodgings at the house, ifneed be, until you discharge your mission, " said Le. 

"Yes--yes--certainly--with pleasure--but----"

"But what?"

"If you could lend me the loan of a strong pair of boots, or, betterstill, a good saddle horse, it might help the cause a little, " repliedRoland, laughingly extending both his feet to exhibit his own battered"Wellingtons. "

"What a beast I am!" cried Le, smiting his forehead with his open palm inself-disgust. "You have walked all this distance in my cause, while I havea dozen horses turning to stone for want of exercise in the stablesthere. "

And he snatched up an iron hand bell, that might have served for a countrychurch or a steamboat, and rang it loudly. 

Old Luke put in his gray head at the door. 

"Saddle Jasper for Mr. Bayard, and bring him around to the door. "

"Yes, sah! Yere's two ge'men axing for yer, Marse Le, " said the old man. 

"Two gentlemen? Who are they? Let them come in, " said Le. 

And, even as he spoke, two men entered the parlor, and, each laying a handon the shoulder of the youth, said:

"You are my prisoner! Yield quietly. It will be best. "

CHAPTER XXXIII

THE ARREST

Leonidas Force and Roland Bayard indignantly threw off the detaininghands, and stared haughtily at their captors. 

"Take it easy, young gentlemen, and you shall be treated as such, " saidold Tom Bowen, a grave, gray-haired, most respectable old man, an elder inthe church and county constable for many years. 

"'Take it easy!' Take what easy? If it were not for your age and piety, Ishould think you were drunk or crazy, Mr. Bowen! What is the meaning ofall this, anyhow?" demanded Leonidas. 

"Oh, don't you see it's all a funny mistake, Force? They have waked up thewrong passengers. They are after some other parties. The thieves thatstole Tom Grandiere's young horse, I reckon. But, great Neptune! do welook like horse thieves? Say! Who are you wanting, anyhow, you bloomingboys?" demanded Roland, in all sincerity. 

The two constables sat down, and "Old Bowen, " as he was always called, deliberately drew from his capacious pocket a formidable-looking document, which he unfolded, saying:

"I hold here a warrant issued by Abel Force, Esq. , of Mondreer, justice ofthe peace for the county, commanding me to arrest and bring before him thebody of Leonidas Force, of Greenbushes, to answer the charge of a breachof the peace by sending a challenge to fight a duel to one Col. Anglesea, at present a resident of this county. You can take my warrant in your ownhands and read it with your own eyes, if you wish to do so, younggentleman, " said the mild, old officer, handing the verbose document towhich he so briefly referred to the midshipman. 

Le took it mechanically, and stared at it without reading a line. He wassimply amazed at the event, and wondering with all his might how thecarefully guarded secret of his sending the challenge to the colonel atthe Calvert Hotel could have become known to Squire Force, at Mondreer. 

Meanwhile, the old constable was not idle. He drew from that deepreceptacle, his riding-coat pocket, a second document, which he unfoldedand handed to Roland Bayard, saying:

"There, sir, is a warrant for your arrest upon very much the same sort ofcharge--a breach of the peace in taking a challenge from Mr. LeonidasForce to Col. Angus Anglesea. You also can read it, if you wish. "

"But I never delivered the challenge, " said Roland, laughing at whatseemed to him to be a solemn farce. "I never got a chance to deliver it. It is in my pocket at this moment. But I reckon it better not stay there, to rise up in judgment against us, " he added, _sotto voce_, as he arose, went to the fire, drew the white paper torpedo from his vest pocket anddropped it into the flames, where it was instantly burned to ashes. 

The constables did not attempt to prevent this destruction. Probably theydid not even notice the act. Indeed, the second officer, a dull-lookingyoung man, with a red head and freckled face, did not seem to take anypart in the business of the hour. 

"Now, then, you see what I have got to do. I have got to do, and 'fail notat my peril, ' mind you. Though what peril I should risk in not executingof a warrant is more than I know, long as I have been in the county'sservice; and very few warrants have I ever had to serve, and that's afact; and very sorry I am to have to do this, moreover. "

"You must do your duty, Mr. Bowen. Neither I nor my friend here will offerany further opposition to it, " said Le, good-humoredly. Then, turning tohis companion, he added, sorrowfully:

"Oh, Roland, good, old boy, I am so cut up at the thought of having gotyou into this mess!"

"Don't turn into a blooming idiot, Le. I am glad to be with you ineverything. You know it, " said Roland, heartily. 

"I do know it!" exclaimed Le, pressing his friend's hand. 

"Oh, see these boys!" sighed the old man; "these boys I have known eversince they wore short jackets and check ap'ons! But don't fret, lads. 'Twon't go hard with you. And it's a heap better, anyhow, than if you'dbeen left to your own devices to-day, and fought your duel and killed yourman, and had to be arrested for murder to-morrow. Now, that might o' beenserious. "

"But there was a good chance that I might have been killed myself, "suggested Le. 

"D'y' call that 'a good chance'? Oh, you misguided young man!" cried theelder. "To be hurried into the presence of your Maker with murder in yourheart! But I won't lecture, Mr. Le. I will leave that to the squire. Hecan, and I reckon he will. Now, then, young gentlemen, maybe we had betterbe moving. There is a carriage at the door--a most comfortable closecarriage--sent by the squire himself. Ah, he had a care for you both, thegood squire had. 'Do your necessary duty as kindly as you can, Bowen, 'says he to me, he says, after he had put the papers in my hands with hisown, and explained what I was to do. And I answered: 'Squire, do you thinkbeing county constable for nigh on to fifty years has made a brute beastof old Tom Bowen? Do you suppose that I could handle harsh the two ladsI've knowed since they wore check ap'ons? The one lad as growed up in yourhouse? And the other lad as I helped to resky myself when the schooner_Blue Bird_ was wrecked on the shore?' But there! It's no use talking. People say I'm getting too old for my office. Well, let 'em. I mean tohold on to it as long as I can read a warrant or ride a horse. If only topervent some one taking my place who will be hard on skipple-skapple younguns like you. "

"Mr. Bowen, you have had a long ride. Won't you take some home-brewed beerand bread and cheese before you go?" inquired Le. 

The dull young man of the red head and freckled face looked upexpectantly, but the old constable shook his head, and answered, solemnly:

"No, Mr. Leonidas; not when on duty. No, sir. If I did, there be some whowould say I was taking a bribe. "

The dull young man of the red head and freckled face dropped his head andlooked disappointed. 

Leonidas and Roland had by this time put on their overcoats, drawn ontheir gloves and taken up their hats. 

They now said that they were ready to go. 

"Come, Bill. Have you gone to sleep there?" inquired the old man of hisdull comrade. 

The latter got up slowly from his seat, and the little party left theroom. 

Luke was in the hall, and opened the outer door. 

"We are going out on business, Luke, and I shall not be home beforenight, " said Le. 

The old servant bowed, without the least suspicion of what the nature ofthat business could be. 

The party left the house, entered the carriage, the young officer mountingthe box, and the elder riding inside with the young men; and they took theroad to Mondreer--the same pleasant road through the pine woods and acrossChincapin Creek Bridge, that Le and his cousins had so often traveled onfoot, or horseback, or in a carriage. 

It was but half an hour's ride, and at the end of that time they drew upbefore the door of Mondreer. 

Old Bowen alighted first; Leonidas and Roland followed. 

"You drive the carriage round to the stable, and keep it there for us togo back to town in, " said the old officer to the younger one, who was onthe box. "And keep a still tongue in your head, mind you!" he added, in awhisper, to his subordinate, who nodded, and drove off toward thestables. 

Old Jake met the party at the door, and said:

"Marster wishes you ge'men to walk right on inter de liberary; and dis isde way, " he added, with a bow and a flourish of his arm, as he walked onbefore and opened the door leading into the rear room, which was Mr. Force's sanctum. 

CHAPTER XXXIV

BEFORE THE SQUIRE

Mr. Force was seated in his leathern chair before a large, open fire, andbeside a round table covered with books and stationery. 

The squire, with his surroundings, looked as little like a magistrate inhis office as could be well imagined. 

Nor was his greeting of the prisoners at all magisterial. 

Both young gentlemen bowed very gravely on entering his presence. 

But he arose from his chair and shook hands with each in turn, with akindly:

"Good-morning, Mr. Bayard! Good-morning, Le! Take chairs, both of you. "

The young men bowed again, and obeyed. 

There was a short pause, during which the squire reseated himself, andtook up a paper which lay on the table beside him, scanned it, and said:

"Here is a most serious charge laid against both of you, younggentlemen--a charge of so grave a nature, indeed, as to compel me, in mycharacter as justice of the peace, to have you arrested and brought hereto be dealt with according to the laws you have broken. "

"What is the charge, sir, who has made it, and what evidence has ouraccuser?" inquired Leonidas Force, with some youthful dignity. 

"You shall hear, " said the squire, and he rang a hand bell on his table, which quickly brought Jake to his presence. 

"Go to the parlor and ask Miss Bayard if she will be so kind as to step inhere, " he said. 

The old negro bowed and withdrew. 

"By the holy poker, Aunt Sibby heard us yesterday!" whispered Roland toLeonidas. 

"I suppose she did; that solves the mystery. But to think of her givinginformation!" replied Le, in the same low tone. 

Miss Sibby entered the room, and closed the door behind her. 

"Oh, you are here, you young varmints, are you? And you may thank me thatyou're up for a simple breach of the peace, instead of for murder, so youmay!" she said, as soon as she saw the two young men. 

Leonidas bowed and smiled. 

Roland laughed, and, rising, gave her his own chair, and then stood upagainst the corner of the mantelpiece, since there was no other chair inthe office. 

She seated herself, with a look of determination to do her duty. 

The squire took up the New Testament, and, handing it toward the old lady, said:

"Miss Bayard, will you take the usual oath, and then state what you knowof this case?"

"No, I won't take no oath, because I won't break the command of Him whosaid, 'Swear not at all, ' but I will make an afformation. "

And she lifted her withered hand and made a most solemn affirmation thatshe would speak the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, tothe best of her knowledge and belief, concerning them young tigers and theduel they were planning to fight. 

And, having done this, she cleared her throat and began her story. 

Leonidas arose from his chair, and went and stood by the side of Roland, and while their accuser gave in her evidence they nudged each other andlaughed to themselves like a couple of schoolboys. 

"Well, squire, it was yesterday afternoon, and me and Roland was in thehouse together, for he had just come home from Port Tobacco after going tosend that telegram to that parson 'way out yonder and waiting to get ananswer 'bout the marriage out there. You know, squire. "

"Yes, I know. Proceed. "

"Well, while we was talkin'--me and Roland--up rides that young pantherthere, " she said, pointing to Le, who kissed his hand to her for thecompliment. 

"And my scamp--him there, " pointing to Roland, who bowed and smiled, "sawthe horse and rider through the window, and rushed out to meet the wisiterand shut the door after him; but he didn't shut it tight enough, and so itcame ajar, and the draught come through on my back, and chilled me, andI'm so subject to lumbago that I can't stand a draught on my back. Youknow, squire. "

Mr. Force merely nodded, and the witness continued:

"So I ups and goes to call them boys in out'n the cold, and to shut thedoor. And then I seen Mr. Le--him there--sitting in his saddle andbending down, talking werry fierce-like to Roland. And Roland--himthere--listening as grim as a meat ax. And I says to myself, when two orthree of them boys is gathered together, sez I, it ain't the Lord, butthe devil, that's in the midst of them, sez I. And you know it, squire. "

Mr. Force grunted, in a non-committal sort of way, and the witnesscontinued:

"So I just off with the table cover, and wrapped it round my head andshoulders, and I listened through the little opening of the door. Icouldn't hear much, 'cause the wind was blustering, and most of what I didhear was bad words--like--well, 'scown-der-awl, ' and such. You know, squire. "

Mr. Force nodded. 

"But at last I heard something as pretty nigh made my hair rise right upand lift the table cover offen my head. And it certainly did make icewater trickle all down my backbone! And this is what I heard: 'To fight aduel, or to do a murder!' Yes, squire, that was what them two young hyenaswas a-planning--them two there, standing by the mantelpiece!"

The two young men bowed to the compliment, and the witness went on:

"Them was the only connected words I heard. And I heard them, 'cause theywas said in such a grim, gritty way there was no preventing me fromhearing of 'em. But, still, I made out as Roland--him there, a-grinninglike a tomfool--was to carry a challenge from Leonidas Force--him there, a-winking like a magpie as has just hid a thimble--to Col. Anglesea, atthe Calvert House. And then Mr. Leonidas rode away, and Roland ran intothe house so sudden he almost tumbled over me. Yes, you did, you youngrhine-horse-o-rus!" she added, shaking her finger at Roland, who droppedhis eyes and smote his breast in mock penitence. 

"Well, squire, you may be sure as I never let on to my young gentleman asI knowed anything about what he was up to. It wouldn't have done no good, you see. But I watched him. He carried a folded paper in his hand, like aletter, and he put it on the mantelpiece, and went upstairs, a-saying ashe was going out; that I mustn't wait tea for him, as he mightn't be hometill late. And soon's ever he was gone, I ups and takes that letter. Thehungwallop was stuck together werry slight, and I opened it easy, withouttearing, and took out the sheet of note paper, and read it. Lord, if allmy skin didn't go into goose flesh! Of all the bloody-minded, murderousnotes as ever was wrote. But you saw it, squire. You know!"

"Yes, " said Mr. Force, taking up a little piece of folded paper andholding it in readiness. 

"Why, she intercepted the challenge! I remember I thought the letter feltrather thin when I took it from the mantelpiece, but I had not thefaintest suspicion that it had been tampered with, and never gave thematter a second thought. Yet she had intercepted the challenge, " saidRoland, in a low tone. 

But Miss Sibby overheard him, and answered:

"Yes, you young tiger, I did interslip it! And, if I hadn't intersliptedit, there'd 'a' been murder done, and the constable would have slipted apair of handcuffs on your wrists by this time--and both of you in jail formurder! Yes, I mean you two young wolves in sheep's clothing, a-standingup by the mantelpiece there and a-grinning like apes!"

"She'll exhaust the menagerie on us presently, " said Le. 

"Have you any more to tell us of this case?" inquired Mr. Force. 

"Well, not much, squire. I tore off the challenge neat as anything, andfolded up the blank leaf in its own folds and put it back in thehungwallop, and gummed it up all nice as wax, and nicer, too; and then myscamp come down in his Sunday clothes, and took it up quick and put it inhis pocket, and off with him, without any suspicion that he was a-carryingaway a blank and a-leaving the challenge in my hands!"

"If you had wished to stop the duel, why hadn't you thrown the wholeletter into the fire?" demanded Roland. 

"Because, my fine, young chanticleer, you'd a-gone right straight off toGreenbushes and got another one writ, and took it to the colonel rightoff. Whereas, my letting you go on a fool's errand give me time and chanceto come to the squire and fetch the evidence along with me. And, as it wastoo late to start that night, and I knowed you couldn't fight the dueltill to-day noways, I waited until this morning, and I got up and eat mybreakfast by candlelight, and set off on my old mule for this place aforesunrise. And I made the complaint to the squire here, and give him theevidence, and called on him to make out a warrant and have you both tookup and fetched here, to answer for your misdeeds, and to be dealt withaccording to law. And he did what I required on him, which was no morethan his duty, if you had been his own dear sons. And here you are! Yes, you two there, standing agin' the mantelpiece! It is bad enough, the Lordknows, sez I. But it is not so bad as murder and hanging, sez I, nor yetthe State prison, and working in chains! There, squire, I think that isall I have got to say about this, and may the Lord have mercy on theirsouls!"

"One moment, " said the squire, handing over the intercepted challenge. "Isthis the written paper that you took out from the envelope directed toCol. Anglesea and left by Mr. Bayard on your mantelpiece?"

"Why, to be sure it is!" said Miss Sibby, as she took it into her hand andexamined it. 

"That will do! Leonidas Force, come forward. "

Le stepped up to the table. 

"Are you the writer of this challenge, directed to Col. Anglesea, andbearing your signature?" queried Mr. Force, passing over the document inquestion to the young man. 

"Yes, sir, I am the author of that challenge, " said Le, after a glance atthe paper. 

"You have heard the charge laid against you. What have you to say indefense?" questioned the squire. 

"Nothing. The charge is substantially true, barring the bad names withwhich the witness has complimented me. I deny that I am a 'warmint, ' a'wild cat, ' a 'wolf, ' a 'tiger, ' a 'panther' or a 'rhine-horse-o-rus, '"said Le, laughing; "but I wrote the challenge, and I intended to fight theduel. "

"You admit this?"

"Entirely. "

"That will do. Sit down. "

Le dropped into the only vacant chair, and awaited the next move. 

"Roland Bayard, come forward, " said the squire. 

The young man came, and stood respectfully before the squire. 

"You have heard the charges made against you?"

"Yes, sir. "

"What have you to say in defense?"

"Nothing, except in some sort what my fellow prisoner there has said. In aword, I may be, as Darwin says, remotely descended from a monkey, but Icertainly must decline identity, or even relationship, to the wild beastswith which my good aunt has confounded me. But I did undertake to delivera challenge from my friend Mr. Leonidas Force to that caitiff AngusAnglesea, and I did intend to be my friend's second in the duel. "

"You admit all this?"

"I do. "

"Leonidas Force, come forward. "

The young midshipman stepped up and stood beside his friend, both facingthe squire. 

And then Mr. Force began, in the most earnest and solemn manner, to speakto them of the sin and evil of dueling; of the falsehood and insanity ofcalling such a crime an "affair of honor, " when, in truth, it was a matterof dishonor. The very highest concern of a true man of honor is to keepthe law of God, which the duelist breaks; and to keep the law of the land, which the duelist breaks. The duelist may have many motives, but "honor"cannot be one of them! A bully will fight a duel, upon occasion, to provehimself a man of brute courage, and kill or be killed for so low a cause. A coward will fight a duel, because he is afraid to refuse, on account ofwhat bullies might say of him, and kill, or be killed, from so mean amotive. A man maddened by wrongs, and raging with wrath, will fight a duelto be revenged upon his adversary, to slay or to be slain, and is eager torisk his own life, in the hope of taking his enemy's. But no man everfought a duel from any motive of pure honor. There is no honor in breakingthe laws of the Lord, or the laws of the land, but rather dishonor. 

"You, Leonidas Force, " said the squire, coming down from generalities topoint his moral in a personality, and very gravely addressing his youngrelative, "you, in sending your challenge to Col. Anglesea to meet you inthe duel, were inspired by the spirit of wrath and revenge. In your fierceanger you were not alone. Many shared that madness with you. Neither younor they could help feeling a frenzy of indignation against theperpetrator of outrageous wrongs. But, though you could not help feelingthis frenzy of anger, you could help sinning. You should have rememberedthe Word of God, 'Be ye angry, but sin not. ' 'Vengeance is mine, saith theLord, ' and, above all, the awful command, 'Thou shalt do no murder. ' What!shall a man break these laws, and call it honor? An infidel may, perhaps;but even an infidel, who denies the Word of God, is amenable to the lawsof the land, which equally forbid the illegal taking of human life; andeven an infidel cannot fight a duel and truthfully call his crime 'anaffair of honor. '

"I have tried to show you the criminal insanity of dueling, and now I willask you to consider its consequences--as a case in point, the consequencesto you two young men, had you succeeded in your unlawful design to fightthis duel with Anglesea. You, Le, might have been killed. You wouldprobably have fallen dead at the first fire, for Anglesea is a sure shot, and as vindictive as Satan, and he would have aimed at your heart. Youwould have dropped dead on the field. Anglesea would have promptly madehis escape. But your friend here would have been arrested and held as anaccessory to your murder. He would have languished many months in jail, then been brought to trial--the long and tedious trial of the presentage--perhaps through many trials, appealed from court to court; perhaps, after months or years of imprisonment and suspense, he might be finallyacquitted, or--sent to the State prison. 

"Then, on the other hand, by the chances of war, you might, instead ofbeing killed yourself, have killed your adversary, in which contingency, Leonidas, your fate would have been far worse. You, Le, would have beenarrested for murder, and would have been thrown into prison without bail. The same tedious imprisonment and repeated trials would have been yourfate; you might have escaped the worst verdict, but you would certainlyhave been convicted of manslaughter and sent to the State prison, for youwere the challenger, which was an aggravation of the offense. 

"But I will dwell no longer on the probable consequences of your meditateddeed. You were, no doubt, prepared to meet all the contingencies, to bearall the penalties. I will drop that part of the subject, and only revertto the first great argument against dueling--its flagrant disregard anddefiance of the laws of God and man. 

"And now, Leonidas Force, I shall require you to give bonds to the amountof ten thousand dollars to keep the peace. "

"Will you receive my own for that sum, sir?" inquired the young man. 

"Certainly, " said the squire. And then, turning to the second offender, hesaid:

"Mr. Roland Bayard, I shall require you to give bonds for one thousanddollars to keep the peace. "

"The Lord only knows where I am to pick up that sum. I reckon you'll haveto send me to prison in default of bail, squire. "

"No, you needn't, squire. I'm assessed for fourteen thousand dollars, andso I reckon you may take me as his bail for one thousand, mayn't you?"inquired Miss Sibby, rising from her chair and leaning over the table. 

"Certainly, " replied Mr. Force. 

The good magistrate had so little call to exercise his office in hispeaceful neighborhood that he never required the services of a clerk, anddid not possess one. He quickly drew up the necessary papers, had themsigned and sealed, locked them in his desk, and discharged the prisonersin a very unmagisterial manner. 

"And now, my young friends, let us forget this unpleasant scene, while youboth stay and dine with us. "

And they stayed. 

CHAPTER XXXV

YOUNG DR. INGLE'S NEWS

"Go, now, young gentlemen, into Mrs. Force's sitting room, and pay yourrespects to the ladies there. They know nothing whatever of the affairthat brought you here to-day; nor do I wish them to know it. You are ourguests for the day. That is all, " said the squire, in dismissing theyouths. 

Then, turning to the old lady, he said:

"I cannot express to you, Miss Bayard, the obligation I feel under foryour wise and prompt action in this matter. But for you much misery mighthave ensued. "

"Lord, squire, I did no more than what might have been expected of me--oneof my descent!" complacently replied Miss Sibby, as she bowed and sailedout of the office. 

"To be sure! To be sure!" assented the amiable master of Mondreer. 

"I wonder, " whispered Leonidas Force, as he linked his arm in that ofRoland Bayard, and they passed along the hall together, "I do wonder if itis characteristic of a lady of high descent to open the envelope of aletter left on her mantelpiece and take out the letter? I wonder, further, if it were not a breach of the law, and what the lawyers call'actionable'?"

"I think not, " laughed Roland. "She acted in the cause of law, peace andjustice. I don't think you could get any judge, jury, or even countrymagistrate, to see it in any other light. "

They had now reached Mrs. Force's sitting room, where, as soon as theyentered, they were received with the warmest welcome by all the family andguests there assembled. 

Miss Sibby had already resumed her seat in the most comfortable armchairthe room could boast. 

There were present Mrs. Force, Mrs. Anglesea, Miss Bayard and the twolittle girls, who had just come in. 

Odalite was not there. 

"Come here, my fine, young sailor lad! I haven't seen sight of you sincethe rumpus in the church! Wasn't that a circus? Come here and sit by me!"said the lady from Wild Cats', making room on the sofa for Roland Bayard, who, with a smile and a bow, immediately placed himself beside her. 

What else could a gentleman do?

"How is Odalite, auntie, dear?" inquired Le, seating himself just behindMrs. Force's chair, and leaning over its back. 

"She is much better and brighter than she has been for many weeks past, "replied the lady. 

"Indeed! I am very glad to hear it, auntie! There is something aboutOdalite that I cannot understand. I came home finding her engaged to bemarried, of her own free will, and yet utterly wretched--wretched to theverge of madness! And now that the wedding has been publicly broken off ina manner reflecting the deepest disgrace upon the bridegroom, you say sheis brighter and happier than she has been for many weeks, " said Le, in avery low voice, still leaning over the back of the lady's chair andspeaking in her ear. 

"Yes, she is so; but hush, dear boy! This is not the place to discussOdalite. Besides, it is not polite to whisper in company, " said Mrs. Force, with a smile at the quoted commonplace. 

Le lifted his head, and took his elbows off the lady's chair, only to seehis two young cousins, Wynnette and Elva, standing on each side of him. 

He caught them both, the one in his right arm, the other in his left, anddrew them to his side. 

"We are so glad you have come back, Le! We missed you so awfullyyesterday--Wynnette and I did!" said Elva. 

"Yes, the house was as dull as ditch water--I mean the mansion wasexcessively melancholy!" added Wynnette. 

"I am sorry to hear that! And all on account of my absence?" laughinglyinquired Leonidas. 

"Largely, at any rate. "

"My darlings, " said Mrs. Force, "I thought you were in the schoolroom, busy with Miss Meeke in dressing dolls for the Sunday school Christmastree. "

"So we were, mamma, but Dr. Ingle came, and we all went down into thedrawing room to see him, " replied Elva. 

"He always does cry for her--I mean inquire for Miss Meeke--and she alwaysgoes down to see him, and makes us go down with her. And he doesn't likeit at all, and neither do we. Why, the other evening, when he came justafter tea, when you had a headache and Odalite was sitting with you, andwe were in the drawing room with Miss Meeke, after a little while, hesaid:

"'Do you not think that it is very unhealthy for children to sit up solate?'

"And she laughed and said:

"'Their regular bedtime is nine o'clock. It is not yet seven. '

"And it is always so. He always looks at us as if he was saying tohimself:

 "'Two is company, Four is trumpery. '

"But this time, thank goodness, we happened to hear Le's voice in thehall, and we skedaddled--I mean we left the drawing room and came in here, mamma, dear, " said Wynnette. 

"What did Ingle talk about, or find to talk about, while you two werehanging around him like a wet blanket?" inquired Le, who often amusedhimself at Wynnette's expense. 

"Oh, not much. He couldn't make love to Nat right before our four lookingeyes--I mean he couldn't pay his addresses to Miss Meeke in our presence. Neither could he talk to Nat about old Col. Notley's gout, or old Mrs. Gouph's dropsy, like he does to mamma--I mean he could not discuss medicalscience with Miss Meeke as he might with a matronly lady. And so therewasn't much to talk about, " said Wynnette. 

"Oh, don't you remember, he said that Col. Anglesea had gone?" inquiredElva. 

"Gone!" echoed Le and Mrs. Force, in one voice. 

"Oh, yes!" replied Wynnette. "The horrid beat has made tracks--vamoosedthe ranche--absquatulated--that is to say, Col Anglesea, H. E. I. C. S. , andall the rest of it, has taken his final departure. "

"Thank Heaven!" earnestly breathed Mrs. Force. "But is it certain, Wynnette?" she almost immediately inquired. 

"I think so. Dr. Ingle met him, in traveling dress, at the railwaystation, when he took a through ticket to Washington, and said that he wasen route for New York, and meant to sail on the _Scotia_ for Liverpoolnext Saturday. His trumpery was to be sent after him by to-night'sexpress. "

"Thank Heaven!" again fervently breathed Elfrida Force. 

"What's all that you're talking about over there?" inquired the lady fromthe mines, rising from her seat on the sofa and unceremoniously joiningthe group around her hostess. "What's up now? I heard the name of my finescamp mentioned just now! Has anything happened to him? Has he broken hisneck, eh?"

"Oh, no!" sighed Wynnette, in a tone of regret; "he has not broken hisneck. Fate reserves that for the hangman to do! He has only left theneighborhood to return to England. But let us hope that the ship may belost! I'm sure his presence on board will be enough to raise the demon andsink the ship!"

"Oh, Wynnette! Don't say such dreadfully wicked things! You don't meanthem at all, you know you don't! Consider how many good people would bedrowned if the ship should sink! And how many people would grieve alltheir lives after them!" said little Elva. 

"Well, I'll take that back again! I know I do talk too much with mymouth--I mean speak without mature consideration, " said Wynnette. 

"So my scamp has gone back to England, has he? I wonder if he will try tomarry a dook's darter? Or a markiss' widder? He's got cheek enough foranything! I declare, I ought to follow him up, to keep him out ofmischief! I mean, of course, out of doing other folks mischief! I don'tcare a snap of my finger how much mischief he does himself! The more, thebetter, sez I! But I ought to go for him to prevent him from preying uponother people! And I would, too, if I had money enough! 'Pon my word, I'm agreat mind to go to New York and try to get a place as stewardess on oneof the ocean steamers, so as to go after him! I'll think of it, anyway. "

The conversation was interrupted by the opening of the door and theentrance of Miss Meeke, followed by Dr. Ingle. 

There was a pretty flush on the usually pale cheeks of the younggoverness, and some little embarrassment in her manner, which was almostunnoticed, however, in the cordial greeting that was given to the youngphysician by all the family and guests in the room, and with all of whomhe was acquainted, excepting only the lady from the California mines, towhom Mrs. Force duly presented him, and by whom he was received withgushing welcome. 

"Sit right down here on the sofa by me, doctor! I dare say you have hearda deal of reports about me, and now I'm gwine to tell you the truth aboutmyself, so that you can get it pure and fresh from first quarters!"

And, having found a new auditor, the lady from Wild Cats' began the storyof her life, and talked on until the dinner was announced. That stoppedher. 

CHAPTER XXXVI

LE AND HIS "UNCLE"

"Come into the library with me, my dear boy, I want to have a private talkwith you, " said Mr. Force, some hours later in the afternoon, as he ledthe way into his little sanctum in the rear of the hall. 

The guests had all left the house. Miss Sibby had ridden off on her mule;the young doctor had ambled away on his cob, and Roland had set out towalk to Forest Rest. 

But when we say the guests had all gone, we except, of course, thepermanent visitor, the lively lady from California. She was still in thehouse, and likely to continue there. 

"Le, my dear boy, " said Mr. Force, as soon as the two were seated in thelibrary, "I want you to give me your word of honor that you will neversend a challenge, or accept a challenge, to fight a duel as long as youlive. "

"Uncle Abel, I give you my word of honor, with all my heart and soul init, that I never will, " earnestly and solemnly replied the young man. 

"Thank you, my boy, thank you! Give me your hand on it! There, you are myown dear lad again!"

"Uncle Abel, you must think very badly of me for my madness and folly. "

"No, I do not, Le. No, I do not, dear lad. I know that your wrongs andyour temptations were almost more than the spirit of man could bear, especially the spirit of a young man; and I thank the Heavenly Father thatyou have been saved from sin and delivered from danger!" gravely repliedAbel Force, reverently bowing his head. 

"Uncle, I wish to make a full confession to you now--to open my soul toyou, as if you were my father--as, in reality, you always have been incare and affection. "

"Go on, dear lad. You can say nothing, I am sure, that I shall not be gladto hear. "

"Well, then, Uncle Abel, I must tell you that after I had sent thatchallenge to Col. Anglesea I went home to Greenbushes and passed the mostmiserable night I ever spent in my whole life. "

"I do not doubt it, lad. "

"Heaven knows that it was not from cowardice----"

"Who ever accused, or dreamed of accusing, any Force of cowardice? We haveno experimental knowledge of the meaning of that word, " said Abel Force. 

"No, we have not. It was not the thought of death, then, for I could meetdeath or deal death in the cause of duty. No; it was the foreshadowing ofa great remorse. It began with the feeling that I could not, dared not, pray last night. "

"Dear lad! But you can pray to-night, Le?"

"Yes; I can pray and give thanks to-night. "

"And now you are my own dear son again, Le. "

"Oh, Uncle Abel, if I might, indeed, be your son again! If I might bereinstated in the position, the happiness, I once enjoyed in my relations, present and prospective, with you and your family!"

"What do you mean, my dear Le? And yet I need not ask you, for I know. "

"Odalite!" breathed the youth, in low, yet thrilling, tones. 

"Ah, would to Heaven, my boy, that none had ever come between you!" sighedAbel Force. 

"But the intruder has gone now, and left no trace behind. "

"Ah, would to Heaven he had left no trace behind! But a heart likeOdalite's does not easily recover from such a shock as she hassustained. "

"I know. And yet I think she is already recovering. Pride, duty, honor, all will help her to recover. And of this I wish to speak to you, dearsir. "

"Le, you have the most forgiving soul I ever met! Why should you take anyfurther interest in your unhappy cousin?"

"Because I love her. And it is on this subject that I wish to speak toyou. I am under sailing orders for the Pacific Coast, and----"

"Le! you under sailing orders? Why, I thought you were going to resignfrom the navy?"

"I should have resigned, if I could have married Odalite; but, as I couldnot, I did not. "

"But, even so, I thought you were now entitled to three years homeservice?"

"So I was, but I could not rest after I thought I had lost Odalite, and soI applied for sailing orders on the week before Odalite was to have beenmarried. I received them one hour ago. They came on the evening mail. If Ihad happened to be at Greenbushes, I should not have got the letter sosoon, for, you know, my mail was always sent with yours, and I have neverchanged the address. "

"And when do you go, Le?"

"I must join my ship at New York on the fourth of January. I must leavehere on the second. "

"The day after New Year's Day. That is very sudden. "

"Yes; and I do regret it. If I had known--if I could have foreseenevents--I should have carried out my first intentions, and resigned fromthe service, instead of applying for sailing orders; but now that I haveapplied, and have received them, I must go, much as I regret to do so. Imust not seem to trifle with the department or shirk my duty. "

"Certainly not, lad. And, under present circumstances, perhaps it is bestthat you go. You and Odalite are young, lad, and can well afford to wait alittle longer. When you return from your voyage, Le, the disgraceful dramawhich has been enacted by this man Anglesea will have been forgotten. Odalite will have long recovered the shock to her spirit, and will be in abetter condition to listen to a proposal from you, which it would beindiscreet, to say the least, for you to make her at present. "

"I see that, sir; I feel it; and that reconciles me to the idea of goingto sea again. The utmost favor I plead for now is that you will permit meto see Odalite, to have a private interview with her. I shall not woundher by hinting at the hope hidden in the bottom of my heart--the hope ofwinning her hand some day; but I wish to ask her to correspond with meduring my absence, as with a trusted relation or a true brother. Do youthink, sir, that there can be any objection to my making such a request ofmy cousin?"

"None whatever, my dear boy. You have my fullest approval of your course, and my warmest wishes for your success. "

"Thank you, Uncle Abel. "

"And we will yet hope that the dream of your love and of my ambition maybe fulfilled in the union of yourself and Odalite in a happy marriage, andthe consolidation of Mondreer and Greenbushes in one great manor. "

"May Heaven grant it, Uncle Abel!"

"But, my boy, I wish you to speak to Odalite's mother also on thissubject. She must be taken into our counsels. "

"Oh, most certainly. I shall speak to Aunt Elfrida. But I wish to seeOdalite first of all. I have not seen her since I saw her at the altar ofAll Faith Church on that broken wedding day. Why does she seclude herselfso strictly? She is not indisposed. Aunt Elfrida told me she was betterand brighter than she had been for many weeks. Why, then, does she keepher room?" inquired Le. 

"I think, my dear lad, that she is indisposed, in one sense, atleast--very much indisposed to meet a mixed company. She joined usyesterday both at dinner and at tea. "

"But I was not here!" exclaimed Le. 

"No, you were not here, or you would have seen her. To-day she has kepther room to avoid our visitors. It is a very natural reserve, under thecircumstances, as you must admit, Le. "

"Yes; but now they have all gone. Will she be in the parlor this evening, do you suppose?"

"No, my lad. I asked that question of her mother, who told me that Odalitewas busily engaged and much interested in making things for theSunday-school Christmas tree, and so would not come down this evening. But, Le, you may see her to-morrow morning. You will stay all night here, of course, " said Mr. Force. 

"I believe they will expect me home at Greenbushes to-night; but, afterall, they are too much accustomed to my eccentric comings and goings to bethe least uneasy at my absence; so I think I will please myself and stay, thank you, Uncle Abel, " replied the youth. 

"That is settled, then, " said Mr. Force, as he arose to lead the way backto the drawing room. 

CHAPTER XXXVII

LEONIDAS AND ODALITE AGAIN

Leonidas arose on the morning of Christmas Eve with one thoughtpredominant in his mind: He should see Odalite--see her for the first timesince that eventful day when her marriage with Angus Anglesea was brokenat the altar. 

How would she appear? How would she receive him? Would she consider hisfriendly and most delicate advance an intrusion?

He could not answer this question to himself. 

Was she really reconciled to her fate? Or was she only, from a sense ofhonor and of duty, repressing her emotions?

He could not judge. 

Her mother had told him that she was better in health and brighter inspirits than she had been for many weeks. 

Was this real or assumed on her part?

He did not know; but he felt sure that he should discover the truth whenhe should see her. 

Now that the villain who had come between them was entirely out of theway--forever and forever out of the way--there need be no reserve, nofalse shows, between hearts which had never ceased to trust each other, though hers might have ceased to love. 

Full of these anxious speculations, Le dressed himself and went downstairsto the parlor, where all the family and friends assembled beforebreakfast. 

There he found them all, standing around the fire and chatting merrilywhile waiting for the bell to ring. 

He gave them all a general good-morning as he entered the room. 

And then he saw Odalite!

She separated herself from the group around the fire, came to meet him, placed both her hands in his, and--smiled!

The floors seemed to rock under Le's feet like the deck of a ship on theocean, so great was his emotion. 

Why, this was the first time he had seen her smile since he had returnedfrom sea. And now she smiled frankly up in his face just as she used to dobefore he went away. 

And, oh! to him that smile seemed the promise of all blessed possibilitiesin the future. 

"Good-morning, Le!" she said, in the old, natural tone that he had notheard for three years. "We are just talking about having in the fiddlersto-night for the children to dance, and sending for little Rosemary Hedgeand the Grandiere girls and boys, and your particular friend, RolandBayard. But, Le, we will have to send the break all around to collect themto-day. Will you go, Le?"

"Go--go!" said Le, a little confused by his surprise and delight at seeingOdalite so cheerful. "Go--I will go anywhere in this world, or do anythingon earth you wish, Odalite!"

"That's my Le! I knew you would! So, now, dear father, " she said, turningto Mr. Force, "you need not go in person, nor send a servant on such avery delicate errand as an impromptu invitation!"

"It is sudden, " admitted Le. 

"Oh, yes! You see, the poor, dear children, always have had theirChristmas Eve dance as long back as they can remember, and their friendswere always invited several days beforehand; but this year, on account--ofthe late disturbance, Le--there! I will not allude to it again--nothingwas said about the dance until this morning, when I proposed it. "

"You, Odalite?"

"Yes, I! Why should the dear children not have their annual dance? But itis so sudden, Le, and some people--as a mere matter of detail, theGrandieres--are such sticklers for etiquette that they might choose toconsider an impromptu invitation an impertinence unless it was given inthe most particular manner--as by a member of the family going in personto fetch the invited guests. You understand?"

"Yes, I understand, " said Le, smiling broadly with delight. 

The sound of the breakfast bell put an end to the conversation, and thewhole party filed away to the breakfast table. 

Immediately after breakfast Le set out in the "break"--a large, capacious, covered cart, or carriage, capable of holding a dozen people, and drawn bytwo strong draft horses. 

Odalite mingled freely with the family that day, taking part in all thepreparations for the evening dance, and entering with ready interest intoall the children's schemes of enjoyment. 

"Oh, isn't it jolly to have the house all to ourselves!" exclaimedWynnette, who, mounted on the top of a step-ladder, was engaged in twiningthe mistletoe in and out among the branches of the chandelier that hungfrom the center of the ceiling. "It is awfully jolly--I mean it is trulycomfortable--to have that scalawag--I mean that colonel--away. Odalite, Ihope you won't take it amiss, but I don't mind telling you that I alwaysfelt crowded, not only while he was in the house, but even when he was inthe country. And, oh, I know I should feel as if I had ever so much moreroom if he was off the face of this earth--in some other planet of someother solar system. "

Odalite looked all around the drawing room, and, seeing that she was alonewith her next sister, whispered:

"And I don't mind telling you, Wynnette, if you will keep it a profoundsecret, that I entirely share your feelings. "

"Oh--oh--oh! So them's your sentiments--I mean these are your feelings?Well, I thought so. But to hear you say it!" exclaimed Wynnette. 

"Do not speak of it to any one, dear, " said Odalite. 

"Why not? I should be proud to proclaim it on the housetop. "

"Because, dear, no one could understand. They would think me a lunatic. "

"Oh! And you don't mind telling me because I understand and will think yousensible? Not to any extravagant extent I don't, though. I have notconsidered you just level--I mean _compos mentis_--since you consented tomarry that puncheon--I mean officer. Hush! Here comes Jake!"

The negro entered, with an armful of holly, and the work went on insilence. 

By noon all the decorations were completed, the litter of leaves gatheredup, and the carpet covered with a tightly drawn linen cloth for the feetof the dancers. 

The family took an early dinner, and dressed to receive their juvenilecompany, who were expected to begin to arrive in the afternoon. 

Mrs. Anglesea, whose trunk came that morning from Forest Rest, arrayedherself gorgeously in a crimson brocaded satin, trimmed with black lace, necklace and bracelets of heavy California gold, and a brooch and earringsof burning carbuncles. 

"None o' your pale, sick pearls, or icy, chilly diamonds for me! I likegems with fire and color in 'em. I do!" she exclaimed, as she drew on apair of yellow kid gloves over her plump hands, and sailed out of herroom, to the great admiration of Luce, who was looking on. 

The ladies of the family made some difference in their usual home dress. 

Mrs. Force wore a navy-blue silk, with some fine lace on her neck andwrists, and no jewelry. 

Odalite wore a white cashmere, trimmed with white satin, a pearl necklaceand earrings. 

Wynnette and Elva wore their bridesmaids' dresses, with adifference--Wynnette with a coral necklace and earrings, and Elva with aturquoise set. 

Miss Meeke wore a brown silk dress, with cameo ornaments. 

They were all assembled in the parlor by five o'clock, waiting for theirguests, who came a few minutes later. 

First came the "break, " driven by Le, and loaded with little peoplepresided over by one big one. 

They scrambled and tumbled out in a hurry, and ran pellmell into the opendoor of the hall, where the girls were received with rapture by Wynnetteand Elva, who took them upstairs to a well-warmed spare room, where theycould lay off their wraps. 

The boys were conducted by Le to his own room, to take off their mufflersand to brush their hair. 

The simple toilets of the young people took but a short time to arrange, and in fifteen minutes from the time of their arrival they all filed intothe drawing room and paid their respects to their host and hostess. 

It was now half-past five, and growing dark outdoors. 

There was no gas at Mondreer, but there were fine, large chandeliers inevery room, and these were all fitted with wax candles, just lighted. 

Three very large chandeliers, with quite a grove of wax candles, hung fromthe ceiling, and filled the drawing room with a mellow light that showedoff to the best advantage the youthful beauty assembled there. 

Besides the three lovely Force girls, there were the Grandieres--Sophy, Nancy, Polly and Peggy--four blooming lasses of ages ranging from ten tofourteen, and bearing to each other so strong a family likeness that theymay collectively be described as plump, fair, rosy, blue-eyed andbrown-haired. They all wore bright, blue merino dresses, trimmed withswan's-down, and white carnelian necklaces. 

With them were their brothers, Ned and Sam, two fine, well-groomed lads, respectively fifteen and sixteen years of age, rosy, blue-eyed andbrown-haired, like their sisters. 

These two handsome lads, after making their bows to Mr. And Mrs. Force, went to find Wynnette and Elva, to engage them for the first dance, to bein good time, although the negro fiddlers had not yet taken their places. 

CHAPTER XXXVIII

AN OLD-TIME CHRISTMAS DANCE

"Where is Rosemary Hedge?" inquired Odalite, as soon as she could get achance to speak to Le. 

"She is coming. Oh, she would not miss it! Roland Bayard is to bring heron, with her Aunt Susannah and Miss Sibby. 

"With those grown people! Why, how is that? Not but what we shall be veryglad to see them, you know. "

"Of course. I know that, or I shouldn't have asked them. "

"Oh, Le, you know you can always ask whoever you please to this house. Youknow it, Le!"

"Oh, yes, of course I do. I only meant to say that I would not have askedthose two ladies if I had not known that they would be welcome. But I amgoing to tell how it was that I did ask them. "

"Yes! Very well. "

"You see, I went to Grandieres' first, and gave the pressing invitation, and, I tell you, the young ones jumped at it. They did not keep me waitinglong while they got ready, and girls and boys soon tumbled up into thebreak. "

"Yes, I will warrant that they did, " said Odalite. 

"Then I drove on to Grove Hill, where I found Miss Sibby spending the day. Roland had just brought her there in their mule wagon. I gave my message. There was a great meeting and great excitement between the Grandieres andthe Elks. Rosemary and her little cousins, Erny and Melly, were wild tocome. But the stately Miss Susannah declared that they could not gowithout a chaperon. So I invited her; then I could not 'make a bridge overMiss Sibby's nose, ' so I invited her, also. "

"I am very glad you did!" said Odalite. 

"But all was not settled yet! Miss Grandiere declared that she and hernieces were not ready, and could not get ready for an hour to come; and, besides that, the addition of five more passengers to the seven we hadalready in the break would crowd us too much and be too heavy a load, evenfor our strong draft horses to draw so long a way over such rough roads. "

"And that last was an undeniable fact. "

"Of course it was! So I offered to take my party on and return later forthe others. But Miss Grandiere urged that that would be too late forthem. "

"She was right again. "

"Certainly! But then Roland came to the rescue, and offered to drive thesecond party over here in the mule cart, and so it was settled that heshould do so. While we were talking, Mrs. Elk came in, and, of course, Ihad to invite her. "

"She never goes out in the evening, " said Odalite. 

"No, of course not. And so she explained, and we excused her. And therethey all come now! I hear the cart! I must go and see to them. "

"And I, too, " said Odalite, "must go and take the ladies and childrenupstairs. "

And the young pair left the room together to receive the visitors, whohad, by this time, entered the hall. 

"Ah, this is just as it should be, " said Miss Grandiere to Miss Bayard, asthey saw Leonidas and Odalite approaching together. 

"Yes, and a heap better than it might have been. If you knew as much as Ido, you would say so, too!"

"What do you mean?" inquired Miss Grandiere, in a low voice. 

"Hush! Here they are!" whispered Miss Bayard, as the two young people cameup, with outstretched hands and eager voices, to welcome the visitors. 

"You are in very good time! the dancing has not yet commenced, " saidOdalite, after the first greetings were passed. 

"It is not yet seven o'clock, " added Le. 

And Odalite took off the two ladies and the three children to the warmdressing room to lay off their wraps, while Le carried off Roland to hisown den, to brush his hair. 

"My dear Odalite, I am so glad to see you looking so well, " said MissGrandiere, when they had reached the chamber. 

"I haven't seen her looking so bright for weeks. And that is right, sezI, " added Miss Sibby. 

"Thank you. Everybody tells me that, " said Odalite, smiling. 

Miss Grandiere was dressed in a rich, black silk, with a white lace fichuand white lace cuffs, and her black hair was plaited and wound into a rollat the top of her head and fastened with a very high back comb. Her fronthair was divided in the middle and wound into curls, two down eachtemple. 

Miss Sibby wore a plain black silk and a book-muslin cap, with a full laceborder and white satin bows and strings. 

The two little Elk girls, aged ten and twelve, were slender, dark-eyed, dark-haired, red-cheeked lasses, dressed in the most brilliant of Scotchplaids, with neatly crimped muslin ruffles around their throats and wristsand amber necklaces and bracelets. 

But Rosemary Hedge's dress was the quaintest costume that the law--ofsociety--allowed. It was a sage-green velvet, made out of one of MissGrandiere's own old-fashioned gowns, and decorated all around the bottomof the skirt, the belt, the sleeves and the neck with crimson cypressvines, blue forget-me-nots and yellow crocuses, worked by Miss Grandiere'sown fingers. 

Rosemary wore no trinkets, her only ornament being her blue-black haircurled in ringlets all around her pretty head. 

When the visitors were ready to go down, Odalite conducted them to thedrawing room, where now, at one end, the negro musicians were seated onchairs raised upon a long, broad bench, and were beginning to tune theirinstruments, preparatory to playing up an inspiring quadrille tune. 

As soon as Mrs. Anglesea saw the newcomers, she made a dash across theroom at them, and accosted them with effusion. 

"So glad to see you all! And there's my gay, young sailor lad! Mind you, Roland Bayard, I won't take you away from the young uns all the time, because it is their party, but you must manage to give me half a dozendances during the evening, " she said. 

"With the greatest pleasure, Mrs. Anglesea, " said the gallant tar, "thoughI didn't know that you danced. "

"Thought I was too large and heavy, eh? Well, I may be large, but I ain'theavy! A balloon is large, but it is light! I am also large, but I amlight--on my feet! You shall see!"

"Well, will you give me the pleasure of your hand in this set?" heinquired. 

"You bet!" she replied, placing her plump, yellow-gloved hand in his. 

He led her to the head of the quadrille that was just forming. 

Miss Meeke and young Dr. Ingle, who had "just happened in and beenprevailed upon to stay, " stood up together _vis-à-vis_ to the Californialady and her partner. 

They were the head and foot couples. Ned Grandiere and Wynnette were onthe right, Sam Grandiere and Elva were on the left. This was the form ofthe first set in the front half of the drawing room. 

Mr. Force led Miss Grandiere to the head of another set at the back of thelong room. Leonidas took Miss Sibby--who adored dancing--to the foot. Odalite stood with Erna Elk on the right hand, and Mrs. Force with MellyElk on the left hand. 

And the two included the whole company, with the exception of RosemaryHedge and the four Grandiere girls. 

The music struck up the favorite, old-fashioned "Coquette, " and the dancebegan. 

And, oh Terpsichore, how the lady from Wild Cats' did foot it away! Andshe danced well--only, perhaps, just a little too vigorously for goodtaste. 

The "Coquette" was followed by the "Basket, " and then by "Malbrook, " andlastly by the "Fire Brigade, " which finished the set. 

When Mrs. Anglesea, out of breath with her great exertions, was being ledto her seat by her handsome, young partner, she passed Miss Sibby, who wassitting in an armchair, actively fanning herself with a hand screen. 

"Too bad! Too bad, indeed!" said the lady from the mines, with more goodnature than discretion; "too bad that you should have to dance, at yourage, to make up a set!"

"What's that you say?" demanded Miss Sibby, with much spirit. "Me dance tomake up a set, when all them five young gals was waiting? Me? Why, 'oman, I dote on dancing! I think it's heavenly--perfectly heavenly! It ought tobe a lawful part of worship, sez I!"

"Oh, if that's your sort, I have no more to say! I only thought you lookedkind o' played out and done for, that's all!" said Mrs. Anglesea. 

"It does sort o' try one's breath; but it is heavenly, for all that!Perfectly heavenly! And I mean to dance the next set, too, if I can onlyget a partner!"

In other parts of the room other talk was going on. 

"Odalite, " said Leonidas, "will you give me the next dance?"

"Certainly I will, Le! I would have given you the first one, only I wantedyou to dance with Miss Sibby!"

"Well, I obeyed you, and danced with her. "

"You did not find it hard, did you?"

"I found it--funny!"

"Oh!"

"Miss Wynnette, " said young Edward Grandiere, "will you be so very good asto give me this next dance, also?"

"Not if I know it! I mean, thank you very much, but I hope you will do methe favor of asking one of the Misses Elk to dance with you. I intend toput on Le's cap and be a gentleman, and ask one of your sisters to dancewith me. "

"Why, Miss Wynnette, how strange!"

"There's no help for it; there are not gentlemen enough in the company, soI must be one! Why, just see, here are fourteen ladies and only sevengentlemen. And always about the same proportion in this neighborhood, whether it be a ball, or a dinner party, or a tea-drinking, or a littledance like this. It is always the same--about twice as many ladies asgentlemen! Oh, I don't know what is to become of us all, unless we go outas missionaries to the heathen!" sighed Wynnette. 

"You must not go! I beg you will stay and take care of one poor heathen!"said the boy, trying his boyish best to be gallant. 

"Maybe I will--stay and take care of poor, old Gov. Broadvally, who hasgout in his great toe and infidelity on his brain, and neither wife norchild to make him a poultice, or read him a sermon, " said Wynnette, as shesprang up and left the side of her partner. 

"Rosemary, darling, will you dance this set with me? I wished so much todance the first set with you, but----" Roland Bayard, who was the speaker, paused, and Rosemary finished the sentence for him:

"You were caught and carried away captive by a gay lady! And what could agentleman do?" she asked, smiling. 

"Will you dance this set with me, then, darling child?" he repeated. 

"With real pleasure, Roland, " she answered, giving him her hand. 

And he led her out. 

In the sets that were now forming, the Grandiere girls, as well as all theother children, danced, and all the grown women sat down, except MissSibby, who conscripted Mr. Force to dance with her. 

Wynnette, as a gentleman, led out the youngest Miss Grandiere. And, thetwo sets being complete, the music struck up, the dancing commenced, "And all went merry as a marriage bell. "

The dancing concluded with the rollicking merry-go-round, called, in thesedays, the "Virginia Reel, " but in the olden times known as "Sir Roger deCoverly, " in which all hands--men, women and children, young andold--joined heartily, and none more heartily than Miss Sibby. 

"Enjoy yourself as long as you can, sez I!" she hastily whispered into theear of Le, as he whirled her around in the giddy maelstrom of that maddance. 

At ten o'clock the fiddlers had rest to their elbows and the banjo playersto their hands, when they were marched off to the kitchen, to partake ofgood Christmas cheer. 

In the parlor the guests were seated in somewhat stiff and formal rows, onsofas and chairs ranged along the wall, while two menservants, Jake andJerry, bearing large trays of refreshments, made the circuit of theroom--Jerry going first, with a great plum cake and plain pound cake, eachbeautifully frosted and decorated, and neatly cut from the center to theedge, ready for helping, and a pile of small, china plates and damasknapkins. Le Force, walking beside this waiter, served each guest with aplate, a napkin and a slice of each cake. 

Behind Jerry came Jake, bearing another large tray laden with cut-glassgoblets filled to the brim with snowy, frothy eggnog, or amber appletoddy, or golden lemon punch. And beside this waiter walked Mr. Force, serving each guest with the special nectar he or she preferred. 

When these good things had been disposed of, although it was but half-pastten, carriages were ordered, and all the county neighbors took leave andwent home, for these were simple days "before the war"--or "befo' de wo, "as the negroes more truly, if less grammatically, put it. And the peoplewished to get home and go to bed, that they might rise on Christmasmorning in time to attend church in the forenoon. 

Within an hour after their departure the household at Mondreer had retiredto rest. 

CHAPTER XXXIX

A DECISIVE INTERVIEW

Sunrise on Christmas morning found all the family of Mondreer assembled inthe drawing room, which had been already restored to order by theservants, and where no vestige of the previous night's festivity remained, except the beautiful evergreen decorations. 

"Who are for church this morning?" inquired Mr. Force, looking around uponhis assembled household. 

"I think we all are, except, perhaps, Odalite, who may naturally shrinkfrom the ordeal of appearing there so soon, " replied Mrs. Force, in a toneso very subdued that it was scarcely redeemed from being that breach ofgood breeding, a whisper in company. 

But Odalite, who stood next to her mother, heard the words, and replied:

"I must not shrink from going to church, mamma. If people choose to stareat me, to see how I bear what they suppose to be a heavy disappointmentand a deep mortification, they will do so from a kindly interest, I amsure, and they will be pleased to find that, though I may be 'perplexed, 'I am 'not in despair. ' Besides, mamma, the longer I stay away from church, the more I shall be stared at when I go. "

"You are right, my dear, " said Mr. Force, who immediately went out to giveorders that all the carriages in the stables--that is to say, the familycoach, the break and the buggy--should be got ready and brought around totake the family to All Faith Church. 

There were other duties to be done before they broke their fast. On thisday, the servants, not only of the house, but of the plantation, were allcalled in to family prayers. 

The devotions were led by Mr. Force, assisted by Le. 

When they were concluded, Christmas presents were distributed by thechildren of the family to all the negroes present, and sent by them to allthose who, from old age, infancy or illness, were unable to attend thegathering. 

When all the plantation servants had retired, with gratitude and gladness, the family went in to breakfast, where they enjoyed a merry morning meal. 

As soon as it was over, they retired to their chambers to get ready forchurch. 

And there each one, in his or her sanctuary, found some token of thepresence of Santa Claus to be first discovered and enjoyed in secret. Allwere more or less valuable and attractive, but among so many presents, inso large a family, but few may be noticed. 

Mr. Force found a warm, crimson, cashmere dressing gown, the united giftof his children; an embroidered silk smoking cap, from his wife; a pair ofbeaded slippers, from Miss Meeke, and a Turkish chibouk and a can ofTurkish tobacco, brought all the way from beyond seas and kept for thisday, by Le. 

Mrs. Force found a sealskin dolman--one of the first ever made in thiscountry--with muff and turban to match, from her husband; a satinpatchwork quilt, which had been the secret work of a year, from herchildren; an embroidered hand screen, from Miss Meeke, and an elegantivory fan, brought from Canton, by Le. 

Odalite received a "handy" edition of Shakespeare, in twelve smallvolumes, bound in white vellum and silver and inclosed in a white moroccocase, with silver clasps, from her father; a small Bible, prayer book andhymn book, bound in white velvet, with silver clasps and inclosed in ahand case of white morocco, for church service, from her mother; a veryhandsome and completely fitted workbox, brought all the way from Canton, from Le. 

Le himself received a very princely gift from his uncle, namely, a fine, young horse of famous stock, with a handsome saddle and bridle, from hisaunt. These gifts were not exactly found in his chamber, only the letterconferring them on his dressing table. A box of articles made by Odaliteduring the three years of his absence--namely, six dozen white lambs' woolsocks, knit by her own fingers, and each pair warranted to outlast anydozen pairs of machine-made hose; six ample zephyr wool scarfs, to beused--if allowed--during the deck watches of the winter nights at sea; sixdozen pairs of lambs' wool gloves, six dozen pocket handkerchiefs, withhis name worked in the corners with the dark hair of her head. All these, for their intrinsic usefulness, would have been very valuable; but for thelove and thought worked into them by the dear fingers of her whom heloved, and during the longs years of his absence, this box of treasureswas invaluable to Le. The wealth of the Rothschilds could not have boughtit from him. Each precious item, as he turned it about in his hands, andkissed it again and again, was full of her magnetism. 

He put on a pair of the socks, because he loved to feel them next him. Heput one of the handkerchiefs in his bosom, next his heart, for the samereason. But it would take up too much time and space to tell of all theChristmas offerings of that happy day. 

The children had passed the age of dolls and dolls' furniture, but theyreceived beautiful dressing cases, with boxes and writing desks, allfitted up and exactly alike, except that brunette Wynnette's were alllined with crimson velvet or satin, and blond Elva's with blue; and theyreceived books and trinkets suitable to their years. 

Miss Meeke received a pair of gold bracelets from her pupils and a blacksilk dress from their parents. 

Even the transient guest, Mrs. Anglesea, received from Mr. And Mrs. Forcea handsome set of coral and gold jewelry that exactly suited her style andtaste. 

So no one was overlooked; and, when the family reassembled in the drawingroom before starting for church, there ensued a gay confusion, a mirthfulstrife, in the mutual offering and deprecating acknowledgments. But atlast they entered the carriages and drove away to All Faith. 

Mr. And Mrs. Force, Odalite and Mrs. Anglesea rode in the family coach, driven by Jake; Miss Meeke and her two pupils in the buggy, driven byWynnette, who was already a famous "whip. "

The household servants rode in the break. 

Le, mounted on the young horse given him by his uncle, escorted the wholeparty, and made himself very useful in opening gates or taking down barsfor the caravan. 

They all reached the church in good time. The party entered their pewswithout feeling any annoyance. If they were stared at, they did not knowit. 

The Christmas service was always a grand jubilee, deeply interesting, highly exalting, and Dr. Peters' sermon was sure to be good, cheerful andappropriate. 

After the benediction, when the congregation began to disperse, the usualneighborly greetings took place in the yard. 

Friends came up to wish merry Christmas and happy New Year to the Forces, and to receive the like courtesies from them. Happily, every one had thegood taste to ignore the unseemly events of the previous Tuesday. 

And the Force family left the churchyard more at ease than they hadentered it. 

The journey home was, therefore, very pleasant. 

The subsequent Christmas dinner was a festival, and the dessert wasprolonged with cracking nuts, making "philopena" bargains, opening sugarkisses and exchanging "verses. "

It was not until after dinner that Le got a chance to speak to Odalite. 

"Will you come out for a walk with me? It is not cold, " he whispered, asthey all left the dining room. 

"Yes, " she answered; "and we will go now, or it will be too late. "

And she took down her brown beaver coat and poke bonnet that always hungin the hall ready for common use, and began to put them on. 

Le took his overcoat and cap from the same rack, and speedily incasedhimself. Their gloves were in the pockets of their coats, and so they weresoon ready, and in two minutes opened the hall door and left the house. 

It was a fine winter twilight. The sun had just set, and the westernhemisphere was all aflame with the afterglow. The moon had just risen frombehind the deep blue waters of the bay, and was shining broad and fullfrom a rosy gray sky. Though the woods were bare, and the earth was brownwith winter, the scene was pleasant in its soft, subdued color and veiledbrightness. 

CHAPTER XL

AGAIN BY THE WINTRY SEA

"We will walk down by the shore; it is always pleasant there, " said Le. 

"Yes, let us go there. It will be too dark in the woods, but there will bemoonlight on the sea and shore. "

And they walked through the east gate, and down the wooded hill to thewater side. 

From an instinct of delicacy, Le turned to the south, which led in anopposite direction from his own home; but Odalite stopped him. 

"Let us walk north, toward Greenbushes. We cannot go so far, because it istoo late, but it will be pleasant to walk in that direction, Le, " shesaid. 

"Will it, now? To you, Odalite?" he asked, surprised and pleased, yetanxious. 

"Very, very pleasant, " she answered, brightly. 

He turned with her at once, and had courage to ask:

"Will you take my arm, Odalite?"

She took it at once, and, when he held her hand close to his throbbingheart, she did not draw it away. What should he say to her? How should heunderstand her? She seemed content, and even happy, to be alone with him. She seemed exactly as she had been before the tempter came betweenthem--content and happy--though it had only been four days since she hadbeen suddenly and effectually separated from the man whom she had declaredthat she wished to marry. She had said that no one forced her to marryhim. But--did any one force her to wish to marry him? That was thequestion. Was his dream or vision at sea a prophetic one? Was Wynnette'sand Elva's belief a true inspiration? And had Odalite, in her consent tomarry Anglesea, thrown herself into the waves to escape the flames? Andnow that she was happily rescued from the waves, was she glad?

He looked at her again. Her face was calm and bright. And it was a trueindex to her mind, which was also calm and bright. 

Why should it not be? She had been saved from a fate worse thandeath--saved from the slavery of an abhorrent marriage, she was free--witha sense of freedom that she had never fully enjoyed until she had lost herliberty and regained it. Her own and her dear mother's mortal enemy, whosepresence, even on the continent, crowded her as it did Wynnette, was goneacross the sea! And she knew nothing--poor child!--of the chain the manhad thrown around her mother's, his victim's, neck before he went away!Mrs. Force had never told that dread secret to her daughter. It was notnecessary to do so, at least not yet, so she let Odalite recover hercheerfulness and enjoy her life, if it were only in a fool's paradise. 

So Odalite reveled in a fanciful freedom, which to her was delightfullyreal. 

Le looked at her, watched her, studied her. 

Her eyes were bright with pleasure, her cheeks flushed with health, herlips smiling in mirth, her step was so light that she seemed to dancealong the sands, and her voice was so fresh and cheerful that it wasimpossible to believe that she cherished any other feeling on the subjectof her broken marriage than one of delight at her enfranchisement. 

"Odalite, " he said, at length, "you seem very happy. "

"I am very happy, " she replied, beaming. 

"Then you have not the least regret for that----"

"There! Stop just there, Le, dear! Never mention that nightmare dream tome while you live!" said Odalite, in a commanding but jubilant tone. 

"Well, then, I won't. Goodness knows I am not so fond of him as to want toring the changes on his name!"

"It was nothing but a nightmare dream, Le, and I wish to forget all aboutit. "

"Then you never loved him----"

"Loved him!" interrupted Odalite, with flushing cheeks and flashing eyes. "Who ever imagined that I could ever love him? I never told you that Iloved him, Le. "

"No, by Jove, so you never did! You never told me that you loved him; andyou did tell me that you had never let him kiss you!" exclaimed Le, with anew ring of joy in his voice and a new light of joy in his eyes. 

"No, " said Odalite. "It was my greatest merit and my worst fault that Idid not love him when I consented to marry him. I was wrong, under anyinducement, to consent to such a union; but, Le, if I had loved him, Imust have been something of a kindred spirit to him! And that, you know, Iam not. "

"Odalite!" said the young man, taking her hand between both of his andtrying to calm his tumultuous feelings, and to speak quietly, while theyslackened their pace and walked very slowly; "Odalite, darling, I had along interview with your father yesterday, in which we talked over allthese matters. He believes that your fancy and imagination werefascinated, captivated by the arts of that man, who shall be nameless, because I cannot bear to utter, nor you to hear, the accursed name. Yourfather, however, gave me permission to have this final talk with you, oncertain conditions, which I promised to keep. "

Odalite looked up, anxiously, into his face. 

"My darling, " he said, as he caressed the hand he held, "when I asked youto take this walk with me to-night, it was because I knew that you werefree in hand, at least, to receive the proposal that I came to make you;it was not that we should immediately renew the old engagement that boundour hearts and souls together from our childhood up to the time when thestranger came between us, for I did not know then that your heart, as wellas your hand, was free. I thought that it would take time to heal thewound that I supposed you had received in the sudden rupture of yourmarriage; but that, in time, your woman's pride, your sense of honor andyour conscientiousness would enable you to conquer any lingering interestyou might feel in that man. So I came here not to plead for an immediaterenewal of our precious betrothal, but only to plead as the best grace youmight give me that we might correspond, as brother and sister, while I amat sea, doing my duty there and waiting for the time when we may, pleaseHeaven, be united in a dearer, closer love----"

"But, Le!" she broke out, impulsively; "I love you--I love you--I havenever ceased to love you, Le!" And then she would have given words to haverecalled the hasty, if true, words. 

But they were spoken, and every tone of her voice, every glance of hereyes, every play of her features gave such unquestionable evidence oftheir truth that she never could have repudiated them. 

"Then, oh, my dearest one! why were you ever beguiled into consenting tomarry that man--into thinking that you could possibly live with thatman?"

"Oh, Le, I was never for a moment beguiled! I never for one momentimagined that I could live with him. I knew I could not do so. I knew Ishould die under the upas tree of his hateful presence! I knew that it wasmy life I laid down to save others whom I did love!"

"Odalite!" he exclaimed, amazed and overwhelmed by her passion. 

"Le! Oh, Le! I have told you more than I meant ever to have told any one!The truth burst from my heart unawares. Forget what I have said, Le! Oh, forget it!"

"Never, never, never can I forget these words, dear Odalite! Those wordsthat have revealed to me a glimpse of a soul braver, nobler, moreself-immolating than I ever believed could live in the form of mortal man, not to say in that of a fragile girl, " said the young man, fervently, earnestly. 

"Oh, dear Le, such overpraise humbles me! Let it pass! But, oh, my dear, as you unwittingly surprised my confidence, so respect it. Whisper it tono human being--no, not even to yourself in your moments of deepestsolitude!" she pleaded. 

"I will not, my best beloved, my only love! I will not; but I will hide itin my heart as my secret, sacred treasure, to comfort me, to strengthenme, to elevate me in all places and circumstances of my life--in the long, long sea voyages, in the midnight watches on the deck, it shall be myhope, my solace and my consolation. Always with me, until I return toclaim the greater, higher, better treasure that it promises!" exclaimedLe, with enthusiasm. 

"Oh, Le, you have twice spoken of the sea! But you will never go to seaagain! You have resigned from the navy, " she said, anxiously looking inhis face for a confirmation of her words. 

"No, dear, " he answered, very gently. "I have not resigned. I wish nowthat I had done so, but it is too late. "

"Oh, Le, why did you not, when you meant to do so?"

"My darling, when I inherited Greenbushes, I fully intended to leave thenavy, marry my betrothed, and settle down on our farm. But, when I camehome and learned that she was to be married to some one else, I did thevery opposite thing to resigning. I wrote to the department and asked forsailing orders, because I could not bear to stay in the neighborhood, oreven in the country, after such a bitter disappointment. "

"Oh, my dear Le!"

"Never mind, love. It will all come right now. I put Greenbushes in thehands of Beever and Copp, and waited to hear from the department. Ireceived my sailing orders yesterday. That was the reason why I spoke toyour father and asked for this interview. "

"Oh, Le! Le! can you not yet resign?" pleaded Odalite. 

"Yes, dear, of course I can, but not with honor. Having asked for theseorders, I must obey them. I must not trifle with duty, dear Odalite, " heanswered, gravely. 

"Oh, Le, and there seems no real necessity for you to go!"

"Honor, love, " gently suggested the youth. 

"When do you leave us, and where are you going this time, Le?"

"I leave on the second of January, to join my ship at the Brooklyn NavyYard, to sail in a few days after for the Pacific coast. "

"Oh, I am so sorry! But I ought not to say so, Le. I ought not to sayanything to make it harder to do your duty, and I will not. "

"Dearest Odalite, will you say something that will make it easy for me todo my duty? Will you say that you will correspond with me regularly whileI am gone, as you did during my first voyage? And will you promise thatwhen I return, three years hence, and leave the service--as I can withhonor then--you will give me this dear hand of yours, which I cannot helpfeeling belongs to me only, and has belonged to me of right all the time?Say you will give me your hand, Odalite! Shall I go away happy in theknowledge that you are to be my wife on my return?"

"Oh, yes! Yes, Le! With all my heart!" she impulsively answered. Then, catching her breath in a spasmodic way, as some painful thought sped likean arrow through her heart, she added, in a subdued tone: "But, Le, beforeanything of that sort is quite settled between us, I want you to talk withmy mother about it. "

"But why? Aunt Elfrida will have no objection. She likes me. She liked ourengagement, before any one came between us, " said Le, growing uneasy andvery thoughtful. 

"Yes, I know she loves you, Le, and liked our engagement. And, of course, all will be right! But, still, I would rather that you should speak to mymother, " persisted the girl, with a dark foreshadowing of evil which shecould not shake off. 

"Well, love, I will have a talk with Aunt Elfrida to-night, " said Le, witha laugh. 

"No, no, not to-night. We shall be in the drawing room, engaged in someChristmas games for the children. Do not take her away from the familycircle to-night. To-morrow will do quite as well. You can talk to herafter breakfast, " pleaded Odalite, with a shudder she could not control. 

"You are cold, " said Le. "I have kept you out too long. Come, let us gohome. I will speak to Aunt Elfrida in the morning. "

They turned and walked homeward under the moonlight, wintry sky, along theshore, then up the wooded hill, through the lawn and on to the house, thewhole front of which was brilliantly lighted from within in honor of theholy, festive season. 

They entered, and threw off their wraps in the hall, just as the tea bellrang. 

A merry party assembled around the table, upon which every suitableChristmas dainty was spread. 

After tea the family and guests, with the new addition of Dr. Ingle--whodropped in, as usual--gathered in the drawing room, and engaged in merrygames, in which they spent the Christmas evening. 

CHAPTER XLI

HIS FATE

"Aunt Elfrida, dear, I want to speak to you. Can you give me a fewmoments, quite alone, this morning?" inquired Le of Mrs. Force, in a lowvoice, as they left the breakfast room together, the last two in the rearof the party. 

"Yes, Le. Come into my siting room, where we shall be uninterrupted, "replied the lady, in the same subdued tone, and with a somewhat troubledlook, as if she anticipated a painful interview. 

The other members of the family passed on through the door on the rightside of the hall and entered the drawing room. 

Mrs. Force turned from them and opened the door on the left and precededLe into the little parlor. 

When they were both in the room, the lady shut the door and turned thekey, and motioned Le to take one armchair on one side of the center table, while she herself sank into the other, saying:

"Now then, Le, dear boy, I am ready to hear what you wish to say to me. "

"Maybe you know, Aunt Elfrida, that I am going to sea in a few days, " hesaid, leaning over the table toward her. 

"Yes, Le, I heard so from your uncle, and was very sorry to hear it, dearboy. "

"I suppose my uncle told you why--just as I had come into a richinheritance--I applied for sailing orders?"

"Yes, Le. "

"And why, though now I would like to resign, I cannot, in honor, do so?"

"He told me all, Le. "

"I shall be gone for three years, Aunt Elfrida. "

"I know it, and I am very sorry. "

"I--I shall leave you all on the second of January--and--and before I go Iwould like to have an understanding with you about--about Odalite, " saidLe, stammering and blushing as if he had been asking for the hand of hissweetheart for the first time; but, then, it was so soon after her brokenmarriage, and his act seemed so audacious. 

The lady turned pale and gripped the edge of the table for support. It hadcome, then, the ordeal she had dreaded so much. 

"Odalite!" she faltered. 

"Yes, Aunt Elfrida; and I should ask your pardon for speaking of my hopesjust now! And I should not presume to do so, only that I am going away sosoon, and am to be gone so long, " faltered the lover, blushing moreintensely than before. 

"What have you to say of Odalite, then?" inquired the lady. 

"Oh, Aunt Elfrida! Can you ask? I wish, first of all, your permission tocorrespond with her while I am away, just as I did before, you know! Andthen, most of all, I wish that it shall be understood--just as it wasbefore--that when I return from my next voyage Odalite and I may bemarried. And--and, of course, I shall leave the navy then and settle downwith Odalite at Greenbushes--just as it was understood and arranged thatwe should do before--before the stranger came to trouble us. That is whatI want and hope and pray for, Aunt Elfrida!" pleaded the lover. 

The lady's head was dropped upon her hand while her elbow rested on thetable. She was silent and thoughtful for a few moments, that seemed hoursto Le's anxiety, and then she asked:

"Do you think it right, dear boy, to approach a young girl on the subjectof a second engagement so soon after the disruption of her marriage at thealtar?"

The question was not unkindly put, yet the blush deepened on the youth'scheek. 

"I said that I would not mention the subject now but that I am going awayin so few days, and for years! Nor would I, even under thesecircumstances, if it were not that"--he suddenly caught himself up andstopped. He had been on the brink of involuntarily betraying Odalite'sconfidence and adding: "Odalite herself admits that she has no regret forher broken-off marriage, and never really cared for any one but her firstlover;" for Le was all unaccustomed to having secrets to keep. 

"What were you going to add, dear boy? 'If it were not that'--what?"inquired the lady, who had observed his hesitation and embarrassment. 

"If it were not that I know her to be quite free, " he answered, diplomatically. 

"But is she quite free, Leonidas?" gravely questioned the lady. 

"Is she not?" demanded the youth, in astonishment. 

"I do not know, my boy! I am not sure! But oh, Le! I have never breathed adoubt on this subject to her! And do not you breathe this to any livingsoul!" solemnly replied the lady. 

"Great Sphinx of Egypt!" said the youth to himself. "Have I got to keepthe secrets of each one from all the others? And without even having thesatisfaction of knowing what the secrets are?"

"Listen to me, Le, " said the lady, kindly. "I have no objection to yourcorresponding with Odalite while you are on your voyage; but there must beno engagement, or hint of an engagement between you, either before you goor in any of your letters. Moreover, your letters must not be directedimmediately to Odalite, but under cover to me. "

"I thank you for even so much grace, Aunt Elfrida; but why may not myletters be directed to Odalite?"

"Because they might get her unjustly and disrespectfully talked about, "said she, evasively. 

"But, oh, Aunt Elfrida! why should you doubt that Odalite is free? Why, the fact is abundantly proven. "

"No, dear boy, there is where the trouble is. We think it was proven, butwe are not sure. What we are sure of is this--that there was a marriageceremony performed by special license, and by a regularly ordainedminister of the gospel, and in the presence of more than a hundredwitnesses, between Angus Anglesea and Odalite Force, and which, if bothparties were free to contract marriage at the time, binds them together asman and wife for the term of their natural lives. That is all that wepositively know, Le, " gravely replied the lady. 

The youth sprang up from his chair with a cry of pain. 

"I cannot bear to think of that!" he said, as he dropped again into hisseat. "But it cannot be true! The news from St. Sebastian proves that theman was the husband of another woman at the time that he tried to marryyour daughter--and that therefore the ceremony was no marriage at all, andshe is free. "

"Leonidas, let me put a possible case. Suppose that when Anglesea marriedthe Californian widow he had an invalid wife living at the time inEngland. Then the marriage with the Californian would have been of noeffect. Suppose, in the interim between the ceremony performed in thechurch at St. Sebastian and this performed at All Faith Church, theinvalid wife had died--then the last marriage would be legal andbinding. "

"Oh, Aunt Elfrida. Why do you suppose such dreadful conditions?" exclaimedthe youth. 

"Because, my poor boy, I have reason to believe them to be the trueconditions, " sorrowfully replied the lady. 

The youth sprang up and walked the floor in great excitement. 

"What reasons have you for thinking as you do?" he at length demanded. 

"I cannot tell you now, dear boy. "

"But you do not know this to be the case? You only think so?" hequestioned. 

"No, I do not know it; because I cannot rely upon the truthfulness of myinformant, nor on the genuineness of the evidence offered. "

"Who was your informant, Aunt Elfrida?"

"I cannot tell you, Le. "

"But, anyhow, I am sure if that villain had any claim at all on Odalite, brute that he was, he would have pushed it to extremity!"

"No doubt he would if he had dared, but he dared not, Le! If he hadclaimed Odalite as his lawful wife, on the ground that his former marriagewith Mrs. Wright was an illegal one, upon account of the fact of hishaving had a wife living at the time it was contracted, and dead since, besure that the honest California woman, finding herself deceived, wouldhave prosecuted him for bigamy, and our courts would have punished himwith the utmost rigor of the law! So, though he might have a lawful claimon Odalite, he dared not press it! No, nor dared he even to remain in thecountry. You know that he has sailed for England. "

"Yes, thank Heaven! But, oh, Aunt Elfrida, if there should be anyfoundation for your fears that Anglesea has any claim on Odalite, thenUncle Abel should see to it at once and have her freed from such a monsterby course of law, " vehemently exclaimed Le. 

"And so he should, if there were any certainty about that claim; but thereis none. Odalite may be free or she may not be. We cannot be sure until weknow more of the man's antecedents. Le, you must be patient, and veryprudent. Odalite's position is a very delicate one. You must not think ofentering into any engagement with her at present, or doing anything, orsaying anything, or writing anything that shall compromise her in the veryslightest degree. I am very sure that you would not, Le. "

"I would die first, " earnestly answered the youth. 

"You can write to her as often as you please as a brother might write to asister, and through me, always. Remember that, and wait for events, Le. Besure of one thing--under no circumstances will Abel Force ever give hisdaughter to Angus Anglesea. If he--Anglesea--should ever be able to provethat the ceremony performed in All Faith Church last Tuesday was a lawfulone, Odalite's father would at once institute legal proceedings toliberate his daughter from that merely nominal and most disreputablemarriage. Be sure of that, Le, and be patient. You cannot return beforethree years, and in three years much may happen--indeed, much musthappen!"

"I will try to be patient, Aunt Elfrida. But, oh, what a fate is mine!"

"It is a hard fate, Le; but Odalite shares it. If you must live insuspense, why, so must she. Bear your fate for her sake, Le. "

"I will! I will, Aunt Elfrida!" earnestly answered the youth. 

"And remember, Le, you are not to breathe to Odalite my doubts as to herfreedom from Anglesea's yoke. "

"I will not, Aunt Elfrida. I would not make her so unhappy, " replied thelover. "I will only tell her, " he added, "that you think we had bettercorrespond in the way you suggested, and wait for my return from sea tosettle matters; or shall I refer her to you?"

"Do both, Le. Tell her what you propose to tell, and send her to me. "

"I will not keep you any longer from your guests, Aunt Elfrida. I thankyou very much for your kindness to me, and I shall be guided by yourwords, " said the young man, as he raised the hand of the lady to his lips, and then dropped it with a bow and left the room. 

CHAPTER XLII

OTHER INTERVIEWS

He found Odalite waiting for him in the hall. She was dressed for a walk. 

"Let us go over to Greenbushes this morning, Le. It is such a finemorning. We can walk through the woods, and rest on the bridge atChincapin Creek, and then we shall not be too tired when we get to thehouse, " she said in so many words, but all the while she spoke her eyesasked, without words:

"What did mamma say?"

"Happy thought! We will go, dearest. I will be ready in a trice! And wecan talk as we go along!" replied Le, with assumed gayety, as he pulleddown his overcoat from its hook and began to put it on. 

In two minutes they passed out of the front door, crossed the lawn, andentered the wood by the north gate. 

"Now, then, what did mamma say?" eagerly demanded Odalite, as they wentalong the wooded path leading to the creek. 

"She says, my darling, that I may write to you all the time I am away, asI would write to my sister, if I had one; but that I must not draw youinto any engagement to marry--or words to that effect, " replied Le, putting the hard case as gently as he could. 

"I thought she would do that, " said Odalite, in a sorrowful and subduedtone. 

"But, dearest dear! that does not prevent my binding myself to you in themost solemn manner for life and until death, and after death and to alleternity, if one may be permitted to do so. And here I swear, under thisblue sky and bright moon and in the presence of high heaven, that I willbe true to you, Odalite, dearest Odalite, all the days of my life in thisworld and in the next, forever and ever! But yet I must not bind you byany promise, darling?"

"You do not need to, Le, " she answered, sweetly and solemnly. "You do notneed to bind me by a promise. You know my heart, Le. And you know that youcan trust me! No word that might not pass between a brother and a sisterwill pass between us, for we shall know each other's hearts, and thatshall suffice and satisfy us until we meet again, shall it not?"

"Yes, Odalite! Yes, dearest dear! Until we meet again! And when we meetagain, after my long voyage, by all that is holy and sacred in love and inlife neither man nor devil shall part us!" warmly exclaimed Leonidas. 

"Oh, you mean things!" exclaimed a merry voice behind them. 

Leonidas and Odalite turned at once to see two little figures in buttonedcoats and poke bonnets running toward them, followed by the dog. 

"Oh, you mean things, you!" continued Wynnette, "to sneak for a walk toGreenbushes, without telling me and Elva a word about it!"

"But Joshua told us--he did, indeed! You forgot to untie him when youstarted, Odalite, and he set up such a howl of anguish and despair that Ihad to run out to see what was the matter with him, " said Elva. 

"And I had to follow, and I found him telling Elf such a tragic tale ofhow you and Le had gone off and left him tied up, without even lookingbehind to bid him good-by, that his heart was quite broken, and he hadbeen trying to hang himself on his own chain ever since!" added Wynnette. 

"So, you see, I unchained him. But, do you know, he wouldn't go withoutus? He kept running on a little way and then running back and begging andpraying of us to come so hard that at last Wynnette and I went in and putour bonnets and coats and came after you, " said Elva. 

"Joshua knew you were going to Greenbushes, and he wanted to go with you. So did we when he told us where you were gone. You don't deserve suchdevotion; but you have got it anyway, " concluded Wynnette. 

It seemed rather hard that the children should interrupt the _tête-à-tête_of lovers who had come out of the house to saunter through the woods onpurpose to be alone, and who were so soon to be separated for so long atime; but Leonidas and Odalite took the matter in perfectly good humor, and the four walked on amiably together. 

They reached Greenbushes in good time, and had a treat of sweet cider, gingerbread and Indian walnuts from Aunt Molly. 

And after a good rest they set out to return to Mondreer, where theyarrived in time for dinner. 

In the meanwhile Mrs. Force was subjected to another interview. Leonidasand Odalite had scarcely left the house, and Mrs. Force had scarcelysettled down to her embroidery, when there came a gentle tap at the door. 

"Come in, " said Mrs. Force. 

Miss Meeke entered, her pretty, pale face slightly flushed, her usuallyquiet demeanor somewhat disturbed. 

"Can I speak to you alone for a few moments, ma'am?" she inquired, rathernervously. 

"Certainly, my dear. Take that easy chair, " said the lady, in somesurprise, as she motioned her visitor to be seated. 

Miss Meeke sat down, but continued perfectly silent and extremely ill atease. 

Mrs. Force observed her for some minutes, and seeing no prospect of herspeaking, inquired gently:

"What can I do for you, my dear?"

"I--I----" began the governess, taking up the corner of her black, silkapron and beginning to scrutinize it very attentively, while hernervousness increased every instant--"I--do not know--that you can doanything for me, ma'am; but--but--but----"

"Well, my dear?" inquired the lady, kindly, seeing that the governess hadpaused in her embarrassment. 

"I think I ought--that it is my duty to give--to say--to tell----" beganthe poor girl, falteringly, and then coming to another dead halt. 

"Can I help you out in any way? Are you in any difficulty? Have you anycomplaint to make? Speak, my dear. Do not be afraid, " said the lady. 

"Oh, no--but--I am going to be married!" suddenly blurted out the girl, asby a heroic effort, and then she flushed crimson over cheeks, neck andbrow. 

"Oh!" exclaimed Mrs. Force, not very much surprised, after all, for shehad long seen to what purpose the visits of the little, red-haired andfreckle-faced Dr. Ingle tended. 

Then, recovering herself, she arose and kissed the young governesstenderly, saying:

"I congratulate you with all my heart, dear. Dr. Ingle is a very worthyyoung man. Your intended is Dr. Ingle, I suppose?" said the lady, suddenlyremembering that the governess had mentioned no name. 

"Yes, " said Miss Meeke, recovering herself, now that the ice had beenbroken. 

"Then I am very glad, for your sake. And very sorry for the children's, "she added. 

Then Miss Meeke began to cry. 

"I cannot bear to leave Wynnette and Elva, " she sobbed. 

"You will not be parted from them, dear, " kindly suggested Mrs. Force. "You will be our neighbor, you know. You will come to see us veryfrequently, I hope. And as for the children, they will run after you somuch that I expect you will wish them a thousand miles off. "

"Oh, no! Never! never! Dear, bright Wynnette and fond Elva!"

"When your time comes you will be married from this house, my dear, as ifyou were a daughter of the family. And if you have any friends orrelatives whom you would like to have present, give me their names andaddresses, and I will invite them to come and stay for the wedding, " saidthe lady. 

"Oh, madam! how can I thank you? But your kindness to-day is only acontinuation of the kindness you have shown me during the whole sevenyears I have lived at Mondreer. And always you have treated me as adaughter of the house. And my pupils have been as younger sisters. Ah! Itseems ungrateful in me to leave them before they are grown up and out ofmy care. "

"Do not think of that, my dear. Marriage is the natural destiny of a youngwoman. You have given enough of your youth to my children, and now that 'agood man and true' like Dr. Ingle loves you and wins your love, and offersyou marriage, you should marry. "

"I have been very happy here with you and through you, madam, " said thegoverness. 

"If it is so, as I hope and believe it is, it will be a very pleasantmemory for us all. Do your pupils know of your engagement?"

"Oh, no! And I do so much dread to tell them!"

"Well, do not let them look forward to the marriage as a parting. Talk tothem of your new home, and the happy times they will have in visitingyou, " said Mrs. Force. 

Miss Meeke smiled and blushed, and said:

"I was to go to-morrow to inspect a new house in the village that thedoctor was thinking of taking, if I should like it. Perhaps the childrenmight go with me. Shall I ask them?"

"Certainly. They would be delighted. It will be a good opportunity also inwhich to break the news to them. And, without doubt, they will be veryprompt in giving their valuable counsel on the subject. But tell me, mydear, when is this happy event to come off?"

"Early in January. That is to say, if, in the meantime, you can suityourself with another governess, for I should not think of leaving youuntil you had supplied my place. "

"I should not think of supplying your place with a new governess, my dear. Indeed, I have other plans. I have been thinking of going to Washington tospend the winter. If you were to remain with us, I should take you; but, as you are to be married, I shall, instead of engaging a privategoverness, place my children at some good finishing school---- Well----?Who is there?" suddenly demanded the lady, as a loud rap sounded on theroom door. 

"Why, it's me! Who should it be?" said the voice of Mrs. Anglesea, as thatjovial lady burst into the room, exclaiming: "I was moped all but todeath, all alone by my own self in the big parlor ever since breakfast. Aswell been at Wild Cats'!"

"Oh, come in, Mrs. Anglesea. I do, indeed, owe you an apology. I hope youwill excuse me, but--I have been particularly engaged all the forenoon, "said the mistress of Mondreer, as she arose and placed a chair for herguest. 

"Thanky'! I hope I haven't interrupted you?" said the lady from the goldmines, dropping into the seat. 

"Oh, no. We are quite at leisure now, " replied Mrs. Force. 

"I wouldn't have disturbed you by coming here, only I declare to man, Ihave been in every room in the house looking for some one to talk to, without finding a soul. And I even went into the kitchen, to talk to thecook, but she was out, and there wasn't a soul there, though the pot wasb'ilin' over, and the goose was burning in the roaster. So I sat down on astool on the hearth, and basted the goose and turned it, and much thanks Igot for my pains. For presently, when the cook come back with a passel ofcold mince pies to be put in the oven and warmed--she had been to thestoreroom to fetch 'em--she as much as told me my room was better'n mycompany, or words to them effects. Leastways, she did say as ladies whatwas visitors hadn't no business in her kitchen. So then I come right inhere. "

"Our cook only wished to show her respect for you, and to do you honor;but, being a very simple and ignorant negro woman, she did not know how todo so politely and properly, " soothingly replied the lady of the house. 

"What I would like is to be useful, and to do somethink to help earn mykeep. But, with so many folks about the place. I don't see as there's anyroom for me, or anythink to do; so I reckon I had better vamoose theranch, " said the lady from Wild Cats', but without the least loss oftemper. 

"I beg you to believe that we are all very much pleased to have you remainwith us just as long as you can make it convenient to do so, " replied Mrs. Force, with sincere hospitality; for she had nothing but good feelingtoward the honest woman who was her chance guest. 

"Thanky'. I knowed that. But, you see, I don't want to dress up in my bestclothes every day, and sit in the big parlor, with my hands crossed beforeme in idleness, all day long. It seems like a sinful wasting of time, inone like me, who for cooking, washing and ironing, or scrubbing, sweeping, and dusting, hasn't her betters in this univarsal world!" said thecolonel's wife. 

"You want something to employ your time----" began Mrs. Force. 

"You bet!" interjected her guest. 

"Well, then, suppose you let me teach you how to do this silk embroidery. It is beautiful and attractive fancywork, and very easy to learn, " saidMrs. Force, holding out her frame, on which was stretched thehalf-finished cover of a foot cushion. 

"What! that rubbish?" disdainfully inquired the Wild Cats' lady. "No, thanky'! You can buy a great deal prettier things than that in any of thefancy stores for less money than the things cost to make it with, letalone the lost time! No, ma'am! If I must waste all the days of my life, let it be in honest, barefaced idleness, like I'm a-doing of now, and notin pretending to work--playing at work, like you ladies here! I beg allyour pardons! I never meant no offense, but I'm bound to tell the truth!"

"No offense is taken; but we think our handiwork is a little more real, fine, delicate and substantial than the machine work sold in shops, "replied Mrs. Force, in some delicate, deprecating defense of herembroidery. 

Before Mrs. Anglesea could reply, the door was opened by Mr. Force, whohad just come in from his daily ride around his plantation. 

He greeted all the ladies present, and the conversation became general. 

A little later on, Leonidas and the girls came in from their walk, and thefamily party separated to get ready for dinner, and at the usual hour metagain around the table. 

CHAPTER XLIII

LE GOES TO JOIN HIS SHIP

The next morning Dr. Ingle called to keep an appointment with Miss Meeke. He came in his gig to take her to the village to inspect a certain housethat he thought of leasing. But she ordered him to send his gig to thestable, and let his horse rest, while he availed himself of the familycarriage in which to take her and her invited company, her little pupils, to see the house on trial. 

And these being the days of her power and his slavery, he obeyed without amurmur, and gave up his anticipated _tête-à-tête_ drive with hisbetrothed, with as good a grace as he could assume. 

Miss Meeke then gave her impromptu invitation to her little friends toaccompany her in a drive; and, as they eagerly accepted the invitation, she sent Wynnette to order the carriage; all this was done according to aprearrangement with Mrs. Force. 

"And we will not interrupt you and Leonidas all day long, for we are goingto take lunch with us in the carriage, and we won't be home tillnight--maybe not till morning!

 "'Till daylight doth appear, '"

sang Wynnette, as she kissed her elder sister good-by, before running outto jump into the carriage. 

Odalite and Leonidas, standing at the front window of the drawing room, watched their departure until the carriage passed through the west gateand rolled out of sight into the woods beyond. 

Then they turned toward the fireplace, around, or near, which theirfather, mother and guest were seated. 

And then it was that Mrs. Force announced to the little group theapproaching marriage of Dr. Ingle and Miss Meeke. 

"Natalie going to leave us!" exclaimed Mr. Force, in mock despair. 

 "'I never had a dear gazelle To love me with its soft, dark eye, But came a loafing ne'er-do-well And stole her from me on the sly!'"

"Girls never know what's their own good, " said Mrs. Anglesea, in allsolemnity; "nor no more won't they learn nothing from experience! One girlmarries and comes to grief; another sees that, and marries and comes togrief, also; a third does likewise; a fourth follows suit; and so on tothe end of the chapter! Girls are just what I read som'er's or other aboutthem and the pigs and the hot swill. You set a pail of it in the yard, andone pig will run and dip his nose into it, and run off scalded andsquealing like mad; another sees that, but, all the same, dips his noseand runs off scalded and squealing like a house afire; and a third doeslikewise, and a fourth follows suit! And so on till the whole herd arescalded! And the girls are just like that!" concluded the lady from theland of gold. 

"Oh, I hope not, " said Mrs. Force. 

"To leave a good home, where she has full run and plenty of everything, and not a care or a trouble on the face of the earth, and to go and marrya young, country doctor, with his way to make! And I know the way ofcountry doctors, you bet! Oh, yes, they have a large practice and a wideone; but, as to the pay--oh, Lord! they ride scores and scores and scoresof miles, day in and day out, and night after night, and never can be sureof a single night's rest or a single meal's vittals from year's end toyear's end! But when it comes to pay--Lord bless you! they gets more kicksthan halfpence, so to speak!"

"We hope it will fare better with our young couple, " said Mr. Force, witha smile. 

"Well, go on hoping, man! There's no law agin' it!" said the lady, leaningback in her softly cushioned chair and crossing her fat hands on her lap. 

The driving party did not stay out until night, as Wynnette hadthreatened. The young doctor's professional duties, unprofitable as theymight be to himself, would not admit of such a long holiday. They returnedto Mondreer in good time for dinner, for which Dr. Ingle, at Mrs. Force'sinvitation, remained. 

But immediately after they arose from the table he made his apologies, entered his gig, which had been brought around to the door, and drove awayto make his professional calls. 

As soon as he had left, Miss Meeke, overwhelmed with the consciousness ofher position, stole away to her own room. 

And then Wynnette and Elva, full of the importance of their communication, broke out with their wonderful "pipers' news" that Miss Meeke was going tobe married to Dr. Ingle, and they were going to housekeeping in abeautiful, new cottage in the village, and that they--Wynnette andElva--were to go whenever they pleased to spend weeks and weeks with thenewly wedded pair, who would always keep a lovely bedroom for their use. 

Every one present had the good nature to receive this story as the verynewest news, and to be delightfully surprised and enchanted to hear it. 

After dinner the evening passed, as usual during the holiday week, inmerry parlor games. 

On Sunday the whole family went to church, where, it is pleasant torecord, the congregation stared less at the Forces and occupied themselvesmore with their devotions than they had been able to do on Christmas Day. 

"You see, " said Wynnette, confidentially, to Elva, on their way home, "that it was better for Odalite to take the bull by the horns at once--toface the music promptly--to break the ice bravely--to take the plunge andhave it all over! Oh, you know what I mean well enough, Elf, although youpretend to look so puzzled! I mean, it was wise in Odalite to go to churchon Christmas Day, just as usual--just as if nothing had happened there onthe Tuesday before--and have it all over! And now it is all over. Thegreat gun is fired, and no one is killed or wounded! That is to say thatOdalite has made her first appearance in public after her catastrophe, andshe has stood all the staring and has lived through it! And now she hasmade her second appearance, and escaped all the staring! And the battlehas been fought and victory won! Do you understand?"

"I understand a little, but, if you go on explaining, I shall notunderstand at all, " replied Elva, with the cruel candor of childhood. 

And the subject was immediately dropped. 

On Monday morning, while the family party were gathered in the drawingroom, opening their letters and papers, which the mail messenger had justbrought from the post office, there came an early visitor. 

Tom Grandiere, looking more red-headed, freckle-faced, blushing andblundering than usual, arrived, as the bearer of a verbal invitation toattend an informal party, to be composed mostly of young people, atOldfield Lodge, on Thursday evening, the thirty-first, to dance the OldYear out and the New Year in. 

"But, although, " as he bashfully explained, "it was understood andintended to be a young folks' entertainment, yet the elders of the familywere invited, and expected to be present with them. "

This was quite in accordance with "the custom of the country, " or, atleast, of the county, as had been shown at the Christmas Eve gathering atMondreer. 

"We thank you very much, and we shall like to go, if we can, " said Mrs. Force, as she left her seat and went to the front window, where Odalitestood looking out on the fast-gathering clouds. 

"You heard Tom Grandiere's message, dear?" she asked, in a low tone. 

"Yes, mamma, " answered Odalite, who slipped a letter into her pocket. 

"Then it depends on you, dear, whether we accept the invitation or not. Ifyou prefer to stay quietly at home, be sure that we shall not go and leaveyou alone. "

"Then I prefer to go, mamma. I could not bear that the children should bedisappointed. And, indeed, " she added, seeing that her mother hesitated, "I shall enjoy going. "

"Very well, dear, " said Mrs. Force. And she went back and spoke to TomGrandiere, accepting, in the name of her whole family, the invitation ofwhich he was the bearer. 

Tom then arose, and, saying that he had yet to go to a good many otherhouses, took leave and departed. 

CHAPTER XLIV

ANGLESEA AGAIN

Mrs. Force went up to her daughter, and said:

"Come with me to my own room. I have something to say to you. "

Odalite immediately followed her mother to that little parlor which hadbeen the scene of so many critical interviews. 

When the door was shut, and the mother and daughter were seated togetherbefore the fire, the lady inquired:

"Odalite, my love, what letter was that which you received by thismorning's mail, and put into your pocket the moment I joined you at thewindow?"

"Oh, mamma, it was a little note that would only have given you pain!"said Odalite, shrinking. 

"Yet what was it? Tell me. "

"It was a letter from him, mother, written on Saturday morning, an hourbefore he sailed for Liverpool. It was directed on the outside to MissOdalite Force, but, on the inside, to Mrs. Angus Anglesea. "

"The serpent! He knew full well that, if he had presumed to offer us suchan affront as to give you his name where your father could see it, theinsult would never have been permitted to reach your eyes! Where is theletter, Odalite? Let me see it. "

The girl took the paper from its envelope, and, in wrath and scorn, readas follows:

 "To Mrs. Angus Anglesea: My wife--for wife you are, despite all the false testimony brought forward to separate us--I was forced by circumstances to depart from you without a last farewell; yet I cannot deny myself the privilege of writing to you a last letter before I leave the country--to assure you that I am your lawful husband, lord and master, who will never yield one jot or tittle of his rights to mortal man or woman, but who will contest them, if need be, through every court in the country; and, if driven to extremity, will defend them at the sword's point. I refer you to your mother for proofs in her possession--proofs which I gave her, and which must convince you that our marriage was a perfectly regular and legal transaction, and that you are, therefore, my lawful wife, and I exhort you to be wise, prudent and faithful to your marriage bonds; for, be assured, I am not one who will brook offense, but who will follow with swift, sharp vengeance the slightest infringement of my rights. I remain, and I intend to remain, until death, your husband, Angus Anglesea. "New York, December --, 18--. "

When Mrs. Force had read this delectable epistle, she tossed it into thefire, where it quickly blazed up and burned to ashes. 

"There!" she said. "It is gone. Forget it, my dear. It was nothing but thevain boast of a brute, a coward and a braggadocio! He is on the ocean now, a fugitive from justice--yes, my dear, no less. He could not stay in thiscountry without the danger of being prosecuted for bigamy, and sent to theState prison. He dared not stay and face that peril. In all humanprobability, we shall never see him again. "

"But, mamma, has he--can he have--any claim on me? He referred me to youfor proof that he has. What proof did he mean, mamma?" pleaded the girl. 

"I do not believe that he has any claims on you, Odalite, " gravely repliedthe lady. 

"But, mamma, do you know that he has not?" inquired poor Odalite, in anaccess of anxiety. 

"He has no claim that either the law or the gospel would sustain, or thatyour father would admit for a single instant. "

"Oh, mamma, but has he any? Oh, mother, dear mother, speak plainly to me!He referred me to you for proofs that the marriage of last Tuesday was alawful one. What proofs? What did he mean, mother?" pleaded Odalite, wringing her hands in growing doubt and distress. 

"He meant to brag, to boast, to threaten to make you grieve, fear andsuffer--the brute, the poltroon, the miscreant!" hissed the lady, stampingher foot. 

"But, mother--oh, mother--the proofs, the proofs he spoke of!" persistedOdalite, white with dread. 

"They are no proofs of anything; but I will tell you what he was writingof. Two days after the scene at the All Faith Church, while your fatherand your cousin were both out, that outlying brigand seized theopportunity for which he had been watching, and came in here to see andthreaten me. "

"Oh, mother, dear mother!" said Odalite, in tender compassion. 

"Never mind, my child. He is away now, thank Heaven! His talk to me wasall of a piece with his letters to you. That is enough to say aboutit--except that, during the interview, he told me something that I believeto be a mere tissue of falsehoods. "

"And what was that, mamma?"

"He told me--think of the audacity and shamelessness of such anavowal!--he told me that at the time he married the Widow Wright, at St. Sebastian, he had a wife living in London. "

"Oh, mother!" said Odalite, with a low cry of horror. 

"To prove it, he took a slip of paper from his pocketbook, which he saidwas cut from the London _Times_, and which he said that he had receivedwhile staying at Niagara with us. It was, in fact, the notice of the deathof his wife, and, if I remember rightly, it ran something like this:

"'Died. --Suddenly, at Anglewood Manor, on August twenty-fifth, in theforty-ninth year of her age, Lady Mary, eldest daughter of the late andsister of the present Earl of Middlemoor, and wife of Col. The Hon. AngusAnglesea, late of the H. E. I. C. S. '

"There, Odalite, I have tried to reproduce from memory the proof that heproduced to establish as facts that his first wife was living at the timeof his marriage with the Widow Wright, which was, consequently, notbinding, and that she died some months before his marriage with yourself, which is, according to him, lawful and binding. "

"Oh, mother--mother! There seems to be no doubt of it!" wailed Odalite, throwing her arms over the table and dropping her head upon it in a suddencollapse of despair. 

"Even if there were no doubt about the matter--even if he has a legalclaim upon you--it is not a moral or Christian one, but a technicalitywhich your father will never admit, even if that man should dare to comeback and urge it. "

"But, oh, mother, he will come back, some time, when he thinks the dangerpast, and he will put the screws upon you and me as he did before! He willmake me declare that my happiness depends upon my reunion to him, my'legal husband. ' He will make you plead with my father to give me upwithout bringing the matter into court!" said Odalite, moaning, ratherthan speaking the words. 

"Even if he should--even if you should declare that you wished to bereunited to that monster of wickedness, and even if I were to plead yourcause, I tell you that your father would not only see you unhappy, but hewould see you dead, before he would give you up to Angus Anglesea! Hewould prosecute him, and settle his claim in that way. But, Odalite, I donot believe that notice of his wife's death to be just what it purportedto be, or just what he represented it to be. "

"What do you mean, mother, dear? How can you doubt, when you yourself sawthe printed slip, with name, place, day and date, family relations--allcomplete? Ah, me! I wish there was room for doubt!"

"There is wide room for doubt. The date of the day and of the month isgiven, but not the date of the year, in that slip; and I saw nothing butthe slip, not the paper it was cut from. How, then, do I know that hisfirst wife did not die on August twenty-fifth, two years ago, or ten yearsago, instead of in August of this year? It would be like him to produce anold obituary notice for purposes of deception. "

"Oh-h-h!" exclaimed Odalite, as the new light of hope dawned on her mind. 

"I confess that I did not think of this view of the case when he firstshowed me this notice, and, therefore, I was utterly bowed down by thesight of it. But now, the more I reflect upon it, the more convinced Ifeel that it was the notice of a death in an August of some previous year. Why, now I think of it, the very paper was soft and dark, and the printingwas blurred, as by age and handling. "

"Oh, mother, if I could but be certain that I am free!" sighed Odalite. 

"Be certain of this--that you are free from him. He dare not return tothis country to annoy you. He may write you threatening letters. Put themin the fire, and forget them. "

"And--and--and--dear, true, noble Le!" sighed the girl. 

"Of course, there must be no thought of an engagement between Leonidas andyourself. He has given me his word of honor that there shall not be. Youmay correspond as brother and sister; but his letters to you must, as amere matter of prudence, come under cover to me. In three years Le willreturn to us. Much may happen in three years! But, in the meantime, oh, mydaughter! 'keep innocency!'"

CHAPTER XLV

NEW YEAR'S EVE

For three days and nights the snow fell, covering all the ground for somefeet deep. 

Never, in the memory of the people, had such a snowfall been seen in thatsection. Yet it could scarcely be called a snowstorm, for there was nowind, not a single whiff, and therefore, of course, no snowdrifts. Thesnow fell slowly, evenly, steadily, dropping over the earth a soft, thick, white mantle. 

"We shall be all snowed up, and there's an end to our New Year's dance atOldfield, " said Wynnette, as she stood at the front window of the littleparlor, on the third day of the snowfall, looking drearily out over thewhite earth and powdering sky. 

"It can't snow forever!" exclaimed Elva, who was seated at the centertable, playing "jacks" with hazelnuts. 

"I believe it will snow forever! It looks like it. Just look out and see!All the low fences are covered, and nothing but the tops of the highfences can be seen, and the Scotch firs are so loaded down with snow Ishould think the limbs would snap right off! And it is still snowing assteadily as ever! It just reminds one of the snowbound traveler at the'Holly Tree Inn, ' when--'It snowed, and it snowed, and it snowed, and itcontinued to snow, and it never ceased from snowing. ' No, nor it neverwill!" said Wynnette, flattening her nose against the cold window pane. 

"Call this snow?" rather slightingly demanded the lady from Wild Cats', asshe sat in front of the wood fire, with her feet on the fender and herskirts drawn up to toast her shins, while she was eating hazelnuts, ofwhich she had a lap full, and which she cracked with her strong, whiteteeth. "Call this snow, indeed! You don't know what snow is! Hush, honeys!You ought to see the Nevadas after a midwinter snowfall! Yes! where wholetrains of wagons are stopped and whole camps snowed up, until all handsperish of cold and hunger. Don't tell me! You don't know nothin' aboutsnow here. " And she stopped talking to put another nut between her teethand crack it. 

"I wouldn't mind if it wasn't for the New Year's Eve party, " saidWynnette. 

"Never mind, it will be clear to-morrow. You know we never do have morethan three days at a time of any sort of bad weather--wind, or rain, orsnow, or anything! I am sure it will clear off to-morrow, " hopefullysuggested Elva, deftly throwing a "jack" into the air and snatching twofrom the table in time to catch the falling one. 

"I know it won't be clear to-morrow! Just look how it comes. I can hardlysee the fir trees now through the thick falling powder. No! it is going tokeep on this way forever and ever, " growled Wynnette, who was, for her, ina very despondent mood. 

Next day, being New Year's Eve, it did clear off, however. And in the mostdelightful way. Not with a high wind, as it often does, to drift thenew-fallen snow and obstruct the roads and make matters worse than before;but with a still, cold, bright, frosty air that hardened the snow andglazed its surface and made--such splendid sleighing. 

"Oh, good-morning, Sun!" said little Elva, standing at the front window ofthe parlor and looking eastward. "Good-morning, Sun! We are very glad tosee you again!"

"After your uncommonly bad behavior in sulking and hiding yourself for thelast three days, " added Wynnette, who was now standing beside her youngestsister. 

"You wrong the beautiful and benignant sun, Wynnette, dear, " said MissMeeke, coming up behind them. "The sun is always shining for us. The earthturns around from the sun, and it is night--turns toward him, and it isday. The earth wanders far away from the sun, and it is winter--comestoward him again, and it is summer. But the sun shines in the empyrean allthe time, wherever the earth may be. Fogs and mists arise from the landand water, condense in clouds, and obscure his glorious face, but theycome down in rain or snow, clearing the atmosphere, and we say the sunshines again, when, in truth, he has been shining all the time. And as itis with the sun and earth, dear children, so it is with our Father inheaven and ourselves. We turn away from Him, and our souls grow dark; weturn to Him again, and we receive His light. We wander far from Him intoselfishness and worldliness, and we suffer a spiritual coldness andblindness; we come back to Him, and we are warmed and enlightened by Hislove and His wisdom. Sometimes doubts and fears and hates--the oppositesof faith and hope and love--arise from our lower nature and hide from usthe face of our Father in heaven; but He has not changed. He is alwaysready to bless us when we turn again to Him--turn in truth and love, children, not in terror and self-seeking. So, dear ones, when clouds andstorms darken the atmosphere, think of the sun that is shining above them;and when doubts and fears and sorrows and temptations come, think of thelove and wisdom and power of our Father in heaven, and turn to Him forlight and strength and guidance. "

Miss Meeke's little lesson was interrupted by the entrance of Mr. Force, who gave a cheery good-morning to the young trio, and then said:

"Well, my dears, after all you have the prospect of a very pleasantafternoon and evening. The sun, you see, has come out brightly. The snowis frozen as hard as a rock. The moon is full to-night. The sleighing willbe capital both in going and coming, and you will have the moonlight incoming home. "

"There will be eight of us to go, papa, " said Wynnette, beginning to counton her fingers. "There will be you and mamma, two; Le and Odalite, four;Elva and I, six; and Miss Meeke and Mrs. Anglesea, eight. Can we all go inone sleigh? It will be so much jollier if we can. "

"With a little sociable crowding, which no one will object to on a coldwinter night, we can all go in one sleigh--the largest one, of course, andwith four draught horses, equally of course. "

While he spoke Mrs. Anglesea came in, eating a large pippin. She bade ageneral good-morning with her mouth full, took the chair which Mr. Forcepolitely placed for her before the fire, hoisted her stoutly booted feeton the fender, drew up the edge of her skirt to toast her shins as usual, and went on eating her apple, remarking that it had cleared off very cold, and that she always ate an apple before breakfast, when she could get one, to help her digestion. 

Now no one could look at the lady from the gold mines and imagine thatthere was, ever had been, or ever could be, anything the matter with herdigestion; but Mr. Force replied that it was no doubt a very healthyhabit. 

"You bet!" exclaimed the lady from Wild Cats', "Why, old man, if you wasto eat an apple every day before breakfast, or better still, two or threeof them, it would clarify your liver and take some o' that yellownessout'n your skin, and give you an appetite, and put some flesh on them barebones of your'n. You bet!"

Mr. Force bowed gravely, thanked her, and said he would think of it. 

Other members of the family dropped in, as it was now near the breakfasthour. And the conversation ran on the clear, crisp day, the fine sleighingopportunities, and the coming dance of the evening. All was pleasantanticipation. The day was spent in preparations. 

It was still an hour to sundown when the whole family, including, ofcourse, the guest, after an early tea, and being well wrapped up in hoodedcloaks and heavy shawls, entered a capacious sleigh, lined with bearskins, furnished with foot warmers, and drawn by four strong horses, coveredtheir laps with more bearskins and started for Oldfield. 

The full moon was rising over the bay on the east, and the sun was sinkingbehind the high, wooded hill on the west, as they passed out of the southgate and entered the turnpike road that skirted the hill and then ranparallel to the shore of the bay all the way to Oldfield Farm. It was afine, level road along the shore, and they had a delightful sleigh rideover the frozen snow, which, in a little more than an hour's time, broughtthem to Oldfield Farm. The approach from the bay side was through a pinewood, from which, when they emerged, they came in view of the house, whichwas lighted up from garret to ground floor. Half a dozen or more of othersleighs, which had brought company to the farm, and from which the horseshad been taken and led to the stable, stood in the yard. 

The negro boy, Dan, no longer ragged, as when we first made hisacquaintance at Grove Hill, but dressed neatly in his new Christmas suit, came to the horses' heads, while Mr. Force and Leonidas got out to assistthe ladies and children to alight. 

"Marse Abul, " said Dan, apologetically, "I can take dese horses to destable, an' put all dese b'arskins in de lof', an' 'vite Uncle Jake interde kitchen, but I 'spects I'll hab ter leabe de big sleigh out yere, cazedere ain't no room in de stable fo' all dese yer big sleighs in de yard. 'Sides w'ich, it bein' ob a cl'ar night, de sleigh won't take no harm. "

"All right; leave the sleigh here, my boy, " said Mr. Force, drawing hiswife's arm within his own, and leading the way into the lighted passage, followed by all the rest of his party. 

On the right side of the passage was an open door, leading into a room inwhich tables along the walls were covered with Christmas goodies; while onthe left hand was another room, in which were gathered about thirtypeople, young, middle-aged and old--some sitting down, some standing ingroups, some walking about in pairs, and all talking at once, and no onelistening, apparently. 

At the end of the hall, directly opposite the front door, there was aflight of steps leading to the rooms above, and up these stairs our partywent to take off their wraps. In the upper passage there were doors on theright and left leading into bedrooms. At one of these doors, on the right, stood Peggy Grandiere, ready to show the lady guests into their dressingroom; at the opposite door, on the left, stood Sam Grandiere, ready toshow the gentlemen into theirs. 

Here, of course, our set divided and followed their guides--Mr. Force andLeonidas going one way and Mrs. Force and her party the other. 

In the ladies' room they found a good, open fire, and the colored girlHenny in attendance; but there was none of the company present besidesthemselves, except Miss Sibby Bayard, who was standing before the glass, settling a smart cap made of white Irish gauze and white satin ribbon onher head. 

"Good-evening! That's right! I am glad to see you all here! Be merry whileyou may, sez I; for you don't often get the chance, sez I!"

Such was her general greeting of the party; but after she had fixed hercap to her mind, she turned around and shook hands with every individual. 

When Mrs. Force and her party had laid off their wraps, they stood up inthe same costumes they had worn at their own Christmas Eve dance. Therewas no extravagance, and but little variety of dressing in thatneighborhood. 

A changing of boots for slippers, a little shaking down of slightlyrumpled skirts, a little touching up of slightly disarranged hair, adrawing on and buttoning of kid gloves, and they were all ready. 

Their two gentlemen met them at the chamber door, and they went downtogether. 

Their entrance seemed to complete the expected company, and to give thesignal for "the opening of the ball, " for before seats could be found forthe elders of the party the musicians, consisting of two negro fiddlers, atambourine and a banjo player, struck the stirring, old-fashioned tune ofthe "Fisher's Hornpipe. " And gentlemen immediately took theirpartners--Mr. Force led out Mrs. Anglesea; Leonidas took Odalite; Ned andSam Grandiere, Wynnette and Elva, for one set. William Elk and ThomasGrandiere, the elders, took respectively Miss Sukey Grandiere and MissSibby Bayard; Dr. Ingle and Roland Bayard took respectively Natalie Meekeand Rosemary Hedge. These formed the second set. There was not room enoughin the farmhouse parlor for a third set, so about half the company had towait their turn; but they amused themselves very well in the interim bylistening to the music, watching the dancers, gossiping, flirting, andmaking flying excursions into the dining room for refreshment in the formof plum cake, pound cake, raisins and almonds, and sugar kisses, lemonpunch, apple toddy, or eggnogg. 

When the first quadrilles were completed, another set of dancers took theplace of the first, and the former rested on their laurels, watched theirsuccessors on the floor, gossiped and flirted, and made flying excursionsto the dining room in their turn. 

And high festivity continued until the tall clock in the passage strucktwelve, when the music stopped in the middle of "Malbrook, " and all thenmingled together, shaking hands and wishing each other

"Happy New Year. "

Then all the dancers formed a double line the whole length of the parlor, for the giddy, whirling, exhilarating Virginia reel, with which the ballended. 

Finally, there went around a huge jug of hot mulled port wine, from whicha goblet was filled for every guest. 

And when this had been drunk amid much jesting and laughter, the companyput on their wraps and hoods, bade good-night to their hosts, enteredtheir sleighs, and, with more jesting and more laughter, started for amoonlight drive over the frozen snow to their several homes. 

And so ended the New Year's Eve party at Oldfield Farm. 

CHAPTER XLVI

THE LADY FROM THE MINES HAS A PLAN

New Year's morning dawned clear and cold. 

The family of Mondreer, on account of the party at Oldfield on theprevious evening, and the long sleigh ride home "in the wee, sma' hours"before the dawn, slept later than usual that day, so that it was nineo'clock before they were all gathered around the breakfast table, to renewtheir New Year's greetings over the first morning meal of the year. 

The pleasant party of the previous evening was discussed, and then theprogram of the passing day. 

The holiday was to be kept very unostentatiously. 

It had been the annual custom of many years for Mr. And Mrs. Force toentertain the Rev. Dr. And Mrs. Peters to dinner at Mondreer on New Year'sDay. The custom had not been neglected on the present occasion, and therector of All Faith and his wife were expected to come. Young Dr. Ingle, in consideration of his betrothal to Natalie Meeke, had been invited tomeet the Peters. 

These were the only arrangements for keeping New Year's Day at Mondreer. 

As there was no church service on that day, the party from the rectoryarrived early in the forenoon, for the people of the neighborhood, even onfestive occasions, kept the healthful, old-fashioned hours, and dined soonafter noon. The rector and his wife were a fine old couple, withoutchildren at home, and very much devoted to each other. 

Mrs. Anglesea, efflorescent in a cardinal-red damasse silk, and heavy goldjewelry, seized upon the clerical pair instantly as her own especial prey, because they were new acquaintances, who had not heard the story of hermarriage, her robbery and her desertion by her husband, from her ownlips. 

Mrs. Anglesea took so much pleasure in telling her tale that Wynnette, inher pungent way, said that the lady from the Wild Cats' Gulch was areincarnation of the spirit of the Ancient Mariner, with the variationthat to her every new acquaintance was a "wedding guest, " to whom she wasbound to tell her story. And that for all the sufferings the injured wifehad endured she found full compensation in the narration of her greatwrongs, and in the abuse of the enormous villainy of her husband. 

And facts really bore out Wynnette's theory. 

"Now! What do you think of Angus Anglesea for a gentleman and an officer?"demanded Mrs. Anglesea of the rector and his wife, when she had finishedher relation. 

"We must not judge. We must forgive, " said the mild minister. 

"'Forgive!'" echoed the lady from the mines. "'Forgive!' I like that; butyou are a man, parson, and of course you will take sides with a man, andwant me to 'forgive' him. Set him up with it, and you, too! But I'll putit to your ole 'oman here, " she added, turning to the rector's wife. "Nowsee here, ma'am. Take it home, and put yourself in my place. Suppose nowthat your ole man, the parson there, had a-gone, and a-married of you, andthen a-gone and robbed of you of all your money, and levanted offsome'er's and married some other 'oman. Could you have 'forgive' him? Iput it to yourself now. Answer me. "

But the mere hypothesis that the venerable and reverend Dr. Peters couldever by any possibility have been guilty of such misdemeanors was sooverwhelming, not to say paralyzing, that the minister's wife could onlydrop her jaw, open her mouth, and stare. 

"I'll forgive that devil after he is well hanged, and not a half a secondbefore. 'Cause it wouldn't be safe, nohow. "

The entrance of young Dr. Ingle put an end to the subject. He had heardthe story of the lady's wrongs so often that he did not need to hear anypart of it repeated. 

Mrs. Force, her three daughters, and Miss Meeke, soon filed in, and theconversation became general. 

Mr. Force and Leonidas entered soon after, and only in time for dinner. 

The afternoon was passed in chess, music and conversation, and after anearly tea Dr. And Mrs. Peters bade good-by to their entertainers andstarted for their home. 

Dr. Ingle lingered longer--in fact, until after ten o'clock, the usualbedtime at Mondreer, and then at length he said good-night and went away. 

But the family of Mondreer did not immediately retire on the departure oftheir last guest. 

Was not this the first of January? And was not their dear Leonidas toleave them on the second?

They could not bid him good-night so soon. They lingered in the drawingroom long after the departure of their last guest. 

Mrs. Anglesea, who had by her fine animal instincts scented out the stateof affairs in the family which entertained her, watched Leonidas andOdalite with lynx eyes. 

"Them young uns is sweethearts, " she said, in an aside to Miss Meeke, asshe pointed to the youthful pair, who, seated on the cushioned sill of thebay window, were exchanging their last confidences. "Them young uns issweethearts, as sure as you're born. And why she didn't choose him, instead of choosing my beat, beats me. But perhaps the match was made upall along of the old folks. Shouldn't wonder. Not I! But if they are fondo' one another, why, in the name o' sense, can't the knot be tied afore hegoes to sea? They'd be a heaper better contented in parting from oneanother if they knowed that they belonged to each other, certain sure, nomatter what might happen. "

"Yes, " replied Miss Meeke. "I think that they are lovers still. And I knowthat they were engaged to be married before he went to sea the first time, and they would have been married on his return from his first voyage ifCol. Anglesea had not come between them. I betray no confidence in tellingyou this, for the whole county knows it well. "

"To be sure they do. Why, didn't I hear all about it before ever I enteredinto this house? You just bet I did. But why she ever could have thrownover that fine young fellow for my old rascal is more than I can tell. "

"I suppose he fascinated her in some way, " suggested Natalie. 

"You bet your pile on that. Lord! how that man could make love when hetried! Why, there was poor John, my first husband, poor, dearfellow!--that ever I should have forgot him so far as to take up with thisfurriner!--poor John, after keeping company with me for more'n a year, andnever saying a word to me about love, or his heart, or anything, though weknew how it was with each other well enough, one summer Sunday night, whenthe moon was a-shining bright as day, he kind o' loitered at the gate, andsort o' kicked the gravel slowlike with his foot, and then said:

"'Well, Marier, when hed I better speak to the ole man?'

"And I said: 'Fust time you see him, John. ' And that was all. Every wordof love-making that passed betwixt us two until we was married. "

"He was a plain, good, honest man, " put in Miss Meeke. 

"You bet your pile on that! And you won't lose nothing by it! He was agood, true man, and so I found him, else I shouldn't a-followed of him allround the world, and out to Wild Cats' Gulch! But as for this otherfellow! Lord! Why, from the minute he made up his mind to marry and robme, he did nothing but make love! Lord, how he could do it! Like aplay-actor! Why, honey, one time he fell on his knees before me and lookedup in my face in such a way! And what on earth can an ordinary 'oman dowhen a man goes down on his marrow bones and rolls up his eyes like adying duck? She has to sort o' give in to him whether she wants to or not!for fear he'd get worse, and have a fit, and do hisself a mischief of somesort! And all the time, dear, it wasn't the poor Californy widow he wasafter; but her poor, dear, dead-and-gone husband's pile, as he had made bythe sweat of his brow, and lost his life in making, too! He fashionated meinto marrying of him and trusting of him until he levanted with all mymoney! And he fashionated that young girl there until she throwed over herown true love for him! But his fashionations don't last long after he isfound out--that is one good thing! Leastways they didn't with me, and theydon't seem to have done so with her. I come to my senses soon's ever Ifound out as he had robbed me and run away. And she come to hers soon'sever she found out he had a lawful wife living. But now that the grandvilyun is out of the way, and the young turtledoves has made it all up, why can't they be married before he goes off to sea?" earnestly inquiredthe Californian lady. 

"I wish to Heaven it might be done!" fervently exclaimed Natalie, who, inthe happiness of her own love-life, felt a deep sympathy for the youngpair in the bay window. 

"And why might it not, then? That is what I want to know. There's nolawful impediment why them two mightn't be made one right off! My scampcan't have any claim on her to hinder of it! Good Lord! No! I should thinknot! When here I am his lawful wife, alive, and likely to live! And a mancan't have two wives, in this State, at least! So why can't them young unsbe married, and made happy right away?"

"I wish it could be done; but I feel sure that it could not. "

"But why, in the name o' common sense?"

"Because neither Mr. Nor Mrs. Force would entertain such a plan for amoment. They would consider it indelicate and undignified in all partiesconcerned to marry their daughter to any other suitor, even though thatsuitor were Mr. Leonidas Force, so soon after the breaking off of hermarriage ceremony with her late bridegroom-expectant, " replied Natalie. 

"Fiddle-faddle!" exclaimed the lady from Wild Cats'. "I think it is hardenough for poor human natur' to keep the commandments of the Lord and thelaws of the land without having to be bound by a passel of fiddle-faddlefancies!"

"My private opinion is, " said Natalie, "that the young couple will yetmarry; but not until he shall return from his next voyage. And they areboth young enough to wait. "

CHAPTER XLVII

LEONIDAS LEAVES MONDREER

"Aunty, " said Leonidas, taking the hand of Odalite, and leading her up toMrs. Force, who stood before the grand piano, putting away the sheets ofmusic before closing the instrument--"aunty, dear, I am not going awayto-morrow. "

"What now?" inquired the lady, in some uneasiness. 

"I mean I am not going away to-morrow morning. I can go to-morrow night, and be in time to join my ship on the third. It will be a close shave, asto time, auntie; but then, it will give me twelve more hours with you all. Twelve precious hours! Aunty, are you sorry? You look so grave. "

"No, dear boy, I am glad to have you until the last possible moment. Ionly regret that you have to go at all, " kindly replied Mrs. Force. 

"Yaw! Oh, Lord! I could crack my jawbones a-gasping! Never was so sleepyin my life! Say, good folks, ain't it time to go to bed? After being upmost all night, and not even getting a wink of sleep this morning. "

The suggestion came from the lady from the gold diggings, of course; andit was so speedily acted upon--especially since Leonidas had announced hisintention of deferring his departure until the next night--that in lessthan half an hour the parties had separated and retired to their severalbedrooms. 

The next day was the last that Leonidas Force would spend at Mondreer forthree years, at least. 

All that day Mr. Force was closeted with his overseer, in his office, looking over the farm books and making up the accounts for the year justclosed. 

Mrs. Force was merciful, and told Leonidas and Odalite to spend this lastday as they pleased. 

The young couple, warmly clothed, set out through the splendid wintersunshine and over the crisply frozen snow to walk to Greenbushes. 

They went out by the north gate, through the woods, across ChincapinCreek, and so on to the farmhouse. 

They took the housekeeper by surprise indeed; but they never could takeher unprepared. 

She soon laid as dainty a repast upon the table as two young people, withhealthy appetites sharpened by a brisk walk through the winter woods, eversat down to and enjoyed. 

The two lingered over that meal, playing at housekeeping, playing at beingmaster and mistress at their own table. 

When they were tired of that little drama they went all through the house, Odalite seeing the improvements that had been made there during the weeksof her absence. 

"All this new furniture is to be packed up or covered over, and the roomsare to be closed up, and only opened occasionally to be dried or aired. And, my darling of darlings, I mean never to live in this house until Ican bring you here as its mistress. I ask no promise from you, my dear, for I must not; but I can and will give you mine, " said Leonidas, earnestly. 

"Le, dear, you do not need a promise from me, nor I from you. We know andcan trust each other, dear. And, Le, I will come over here once every weekto open and air the rooms and inspect the furniture, so that nothing shallcome to harm from ignorance or neglect. And, Le, this weekly work will bemy happiest employment, except that of writing to you. "

"Dear Odalite, now I feel that you are my own again. This weekly work, asyou call it, will be a sign between us. It will be your own house you willbe watching over, darling. And when I return from this voyage, if allshould go well with us, we will settle down here, and I will never go tosea again. We two shall not be so very old when I come home again. Youwill be twenty, and I will be twenty-five. "

She smiled up in his face in her old arch manner, but made no reply inwords. 

When they had gone through all the rooms, as it was some time after noon, they took leave of Greenbushes and of the old servants, and set out toreturn to Mondreer. 

They varied their walk by going down the wooded hill to the bay andwalking along the shore until they reached Mondreer, and up the woodedhill again to the mansion. 

"This is our last walk by the shore for three years to come; but it isalso the happiest we have had since my return from sea; for now we fullyunderstand and trust one another, " said Le, as they re-entered the house. 

The short winter afternoon was drawing to a close. The sun was just abovethe wooded hills on the western horizon, and the moon had not yet risenabove the bay. 

It had been arranged that Mr. Force, Odalite, Wynnette and Elva shouldaccompany their cousin to the distant railway to see him off--"to see thelast of him, " as Wynnette put it, in a tragi-comic air. They were to go inthe large sleigh, drawn by a pair of draught horses driven by Jake. 

Tea had been ordered at half-past five o'clock, and the sleigh was to bebrought to the door at six. By that time the moon would be up and the roadlightened. 

The servants were punctual. At the appointed hour the whole familygathered around the tea table, and by much tea drinking and more talkingand laughing, tried to enliven the gloom of the last hour. 

As soon as tea was over, the girls flew off upstairs to put on hoodedcloaks and shawls and overshoes for their moonlight sleigh ride. Leonidasput on his ulster and seal cap, and then made a round of the house and thestables and quarters to bid good-by to all the servants, who gave him manyprayers and blessings, after the manner of their warm hearts. 

When he returned to the hall he found Mr. Force and the three girlsalready packed in the sleigh under heaps of bearskins. 

"Make your adieus as brief as possible, my dear boy! It is necessary to'speed the parting guest, ' or he will not catch the train, and then whatwill become of his official honor?" called out Mr. Force from the sleigh. 

Le caught his aunt in his arms and kissed her while he received herblessing. Then he embraced Miss Meeke, who cried over him a little. Finally he gave his hand to Mrs. Anglesea to bid her a respectful andfriendly good-by; but that affectionate creature caught him in her armsand pressed him to her bosom, saying, when she had kissed him heartily:

"Lord bless you, young un! I don't care if you do miss the train and failto report for duty and get court-martialed and dismissed the service; forthen yer can stay home and marry your gal--and let honor be hanged and theservice go to Old Scratch! You'll be happy with your fine farm and yourpretty wife. "

"Come, come, Le! My dear fellow, come!" called Mr. Force. 

Leonidas broke away from the kindly arms that held him and hurried intothe sleigh, which started off so suddenly that the young midshipmanliterally dropped into the seat that had been kept for him besideOdalite. 

The sleigh sped over the snow-clad, moonlit ground, through the north gateof the lawn and into the forest. 

Before reaching Chincapin Creek it turned off to the left and took theroad to the railway station. 

Their way lay through the forest for many a mile. Odalite and Leonidas satin the back seat, covered with the same bearskin, and with their handsclasped together. Very few words passed between them. But the frequenthand pressures silently spoke. 

Wynnette and Elva sat in front of them, and chattered incessantly toencourage themselves and their party, very much upon the same principlethat boys are said to whistle in going through a churchyard at night, tokeep up their spirits--for the children loved their cousin dearly andhated to part from him. 

Mr. Force sat on the front seat beside Jake, who drove. 

The horses went at full speed and fairly flew over the ground. 

When they emerged at last from the forest they saw the lights in therailway station gleaming in the distance, and soon after heard the far-offthunder of the approaching train. 

"Faster, Jacob! Faster!" cried Mr. Force. "Oh, Le, my boy, what a closeshave this is! How much you have risked for the sake of spending a fewmore hours with us!"

"Well, I gained the hours, and I shall catch the train!" exclaimed theyoung man, as the sleigh suddenly pulled up before the ticket office atthe same instant that the train ran into the station. 

"Don't get out! there's no time!" exclaimed Le, as he suddenly strainedOdalite to his bosom, kissed her passionately and started from his seat. Ahasty handshake with his uncle and then with Jake, both of whom calledblessings down on him; a hasty kiss to Wynnette and Elva, both of whomburst out crying and bellowed lustily; then a last long kiss again to hisdear Odalite, who received it in a suffocating silence; and the nextmoment the young man had jumped from the sleigh and disappeared in thestation, and almost immediately the train went on. 

The party in the sleigh waited in total silence but for the sobs ofWynnette and Elva, until the train had passed out of sight and hearing. 

"I thought he might have missed it, but he has not, " said Mr. Force. 

"Oh, I wish, I wish he had!" sobbed Elva. 

"But what would have become of his honor, my dear?" questioned herfather. 

"Oh, I don't care a pin for that sort of honor, any more than Mrs. Anglesea does! I wanted him--I loved him!" sobbed Elva. 

"I don't see why people should part when they don't want to and are notobliged to, just for a notion!" cried Wynnette. 

"Drive home, Jacob. But not too fast. We can spare the horses now, " saidMr. Force. 

And the coachman turned the horses' heads and took the homeward road. 

They arrived at Mondreer at ten o'clock and found Mrs. Force, Mrs. Anglesea and Miss Meeke cozily sitting around the parlor fire and watchinga jug of hot mulled port wine which the mistress had brewed for thereturning cold and benumbed travelers. 

Mrs. Force took Odalite in her arms and kissed her in silent sympathy, while Mrs. Anglesea occupied herself with the congenial task of pouringout the hot, spiced wine into glass goblets for the party. 

They all sat around the table--those who had gone abroad and those who hadstayed at home--and every one partook of the warming and exhilaratingbeverage, while Mr. Force related what a fine sleigh ride they had had, and how Le caught his train just in the nick of time. 

They all drank Le's health in a final glass, and then separated, andretired to rest. 

CHAPTER XLVIII

A WEDDING AT MONDREER

How they missed Leonidas at Mondreer can be felt by all who have ever hada dear one leave the family for an absence of years in far distant lands. 

In the city such a loss is felt painfully enough; but the busy life of thecrowd distracts attention from individual missings. 

In the country, and in the winter, when clouds, and rain, and snowprevail, and with bad weather they have worse roads, and no interchange ofneighborly courtesies, and all within the house is still, silent anddepressing, the absence of the friend is felt far more deeply. 

The day after Le's departure the weather changed, bringing a dull, graysky, and a warm rain, that melted all the splendor of the snow, and turnedthe hard roads into gullies of mud, so confining the family of Mondreer totheir own house. 

Certainly they tried "to be jolly under difficulties. "

Mr. Force reminded them that they had really nothing to mourn over, sinceyoung navy officers must go to sea, and that if they all were as steady asLe the long voyage must do them good, improve their minds, and strengthentheir bodies; and that they had much to be thankful for, since sicknessand death had kept away from their homes. 

Mrs. Force and Odalite were a little more silent than usual, and that wasall the difference to be seen in them. 

Wynnette went singing about the house, to pretend that she was merry. But, while gazing from the parlor window out upon the dark sky full of soft, fine, warm rain that turned the lawn into a marsh, and hid the woodedhills on the west and the bay on the east from view, she suddenly snappedout:

"Euphonious Mondreer should be relegated to its original, descriptivename, and be called Mount Dreary, as it is in the old patents and deeds!"

"But was it Mount Dreary last week, when we had the glorious sunshine, andthe splendid frost and snow, and the waters of the bay as blue as the skythey reflected, eh?" inquired Miss Meeke, deprecatingly. 

"I don't know!" said Wynnette, perversely. "I don't remember any glorioussunshine, or splendid frost and snow, or any blue waters. It has alwaysbeen rain, and mud, and darkness in this world ever since I was born! AndI don't remember anything else, and I don't believe in anythingelse--there, now!"

"My dear! my dear! do not talk so!" said Miss Meeke. 

"I can't help it, " said Wynnette. "I know it always has been just thisway, and it always will be. But who cares if it will? Not I, for one. 

 "'Hi diddle diddle! The cat and the fiddle!'"

sang Wynnette, dancing away from the dreary window and dancing out of theroom. 

As for little Elva, she went moping about the house, with red eyes, sniveling in the most undisguised manner. 

Miss Meeke was gravely busy with her wedding preparations. 

Mrs. Anglesea was the jolliest person in the house, sympatheticallyinterested in everybody's feelings and occupations. 

Occasionally, when there was a solemn pause in the conversation around thefire or around the board, the happy creature would take the whole companyto task for their gloom. 

"Call this a parting, do you? Why, the young fellow hasn't gone out ofreach of civilization--newspapers and mail bags and telegraph wires. Waituntil he goes on a wild-goose chase after the North Pole, where you can'thear from him for months or years, even if you ever hear from him again, for his chances are to leave his bones on the icebergs, if they are notcrunched up by the white bears. My father and my brother were whalers, andused to be gone for years, when we--mother and I--did not hear from them, and had to trust in Providence. And that was bad enough. But when theyboth went off on an Arctic cruise--craze, I called it--'long of Capt. Kane, I tell you that was a time of trial. But this young Le! Phew! Why, he's only just over there. "

The near approach of Natalie Meeke's wedding, however, was the bestdiversion of all. 

The whole family, from Mr. Force down to little Elva, were deeplyinterested in it. They all made her useful presents. Mr. Force gave her aset of silver spoons and forks; Mrs. Force, a china tea set; Odalite, herown wedding dress, with all its accessories of wreath, veil and fan, etcetera; Wynnette, a handsomely bound Bible; and Elva, a prayer book andhymn book. 

Mrs. Anglesea bestowed a heavy, gold cardcase. 

"There! Take this, honey, " she said, in presenting it. "I ain't got no usefor it. I bought it when my dear old man made his first haul, and we wentup to 'Frisco to sell the dust and have a lark. It took my fancy, for Ithought it was a snuffbox. Now, all the wimmin out at Wild Cats' eithersmoked pipes or took snuff. As for me, I did neither. Couldn't get intothe way of it, you see. But when I saw this splendid snuffbox--as Ithought it was--I just said to myself I'd buy it, and carry it in mypocket, to have it always about me to remind me as I was getting to be arich 'oman, and to take it out and make a show of it by offering of anyone who might drop in a pinch of snuff, even if I never sniffed a sniffmyself. I thought it would take them all down. But, Lord! didn't one of'em take me down, neither, when she up and told me as this was a wisitin'cardcase, and wouldn't do to hold snuff noways? Well, honey, it never wasno use to me, for what call had I for a wisitin' cardcase at Wild Cats'?No, we didn't send up our cards when we called on our neighbors there. Wedidn't often put on our bonnets to go a-wisitin'. We just hev a' old shawlover our heads and run in and out 'mong neighbors. We did. "

Natalie warmly thanked the donor, as soon as she could get a chance tospeak. 

Dr. Ingle and Miss Meeke were married on the twentieth of January. 

The sky had cleared, the ground had dried, the roads were good. 

The wedding was a quiet one, no one being invited but the oldest and mostintimate friends of the parties--that is to say, the Rev. Dr. And Mrs. Peters, of All Faith Rectory; the Grandieres, of Oldfield; the Elks, ofGrove Hill; Miss Bayard, of Forest Rest, and Mr. Roland Bayard, of nowherein particular. 

The ceremony was performed in the drawing room of Mondreer, by the Rev. Dr. Peters. The bride was given away by Mr. Force. She wore the elegantwedding dress which had been prepared for Odalite; the two littlebridesmaids wore the same dresses in which they had appeared at theattempted wedding of the month previous. Roland Bayard was the groomsman. 

Immediately after the ceremony the bride's cake was cut and served. RolandBayard received the hidden ring, which promised him a bride in the courseof the year, and he immediately crossed the room and put it on the fingerof little Rosemary Hedge, amid the good-humored congratulations andlaughter of the little company, and to the great confusion of the quaint, little girl who had been favored. 

Soon after this the negro fiddlers came in and tuned up theirinstruments. 

The young men took their partners and the dancing began. 

Roland Bayard, as groomsman, opened the ball with the bride. Dr. Ingle, with the first bridesmaid, was their _vis-à-vis_. The dancing continueduntil ten o'clock, when an elegant little supper was served in the diningroom. 

After this the bride changed her dress, and the just-wedded pair tookleave of their friends, and entered the carriage engaged for the occasion, and amid a shower of slippers departed for the young doctor's new home. 

The subsequent developments of Anglesea's machinations will be related inthe sequel to this volume, entitled "Love's Bitterest Cup. " This ispublished in uniform style and price with this volume. 

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RICHELIEU. A tale of France in the reign of King Louis XIII. By G. P. R. James. Cloth, 12mo. With four illustrations by J. Watson Davis. Price, $1. 00. 

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TICONDEROGA: A Story of Early Frontier Life in the Mohawk Valley. By G. P. R. James. Cloth, 12mo. With four page illustrations by J. Watson Davis. Price, $1. 00. 

The setting of the story is decidedly more picturesque than any everevolved by Cooper: The frontier of New York State, where dwelt an Englishgentleman, driven from his native home by grief over the loss of his wife, with a son and daughter. Thither, brought by the exigencies of war, comesan English officer, who is readily recognized as that Lord Howe who methis death at Ticonderoga. As a most natural sequence, even amid thehostile demonstrations of both French and Indians, Lord Howe and the younggirl find time to make most deliciously sweet love, and the son of therecluse has already lost his heart to the daughter of a great sachem, adusky maiden whose warrior-father has surrounded her with all the comfortsof a civilized life. 

The character of Captain Brooks, who voluntarily decides to sacrifice hisown life in order to save the son of the Englishman, is not among theleast of the attractions of this story, which holds the attention of thereader even to the last page. The tribal laws and folk lore of thedifferent tribes of Indians known as the "Five Nations, " with which thestory is interspersed, shows that the author gave no small amount of studyto the work in question, and nowhere else is it shown more plainly than bythe skillful manner in which he has interwoven with his plot the "blood"law, which demands a life for a life, whether it be that of the murdereror one of his race. 

A more charming story of mingled love and adventure has never been writtenthan "Ticonderoga. "

ROB OF THE BOWL: A Story of the Early Days of Maryland. By John P. Kennedy. Cloth, 12mo. With four page illustrations by J. Watson Davis. Price, $1. 00. 

It was while he was a member of Congress from Maryland that the notedstatesman wrote this story regarding the early history of his nativeState, and while some critics are inclined to consider "Horse ShoeRobinson" as the best of his works, it is certain that "Rob of the Bowl"stands at the head of the list as a literary production and an authenticexposition of the manners and customs during Lord Baltimore's rule. Thegreater portion of the action takes place in St. Mary's--the originalcapital of the State. 

As a series of pictures of early colonial life in Maryland, "Rob of theBowl" has no equal, and the book, having been written by one who hadexceptional facilities for gathering material concerning the individualmembers of the settlements in and about St. Mary's, is a most valuableaddition to the history of the State. 

The story is full of splendid action, with a charming love story, and aplot that never loosens the grip of its interest to its last page. 

BY BERWEN BANKS. By Allen Raine. 

It is a tender and beautiful romance of the idyllic. A charming picture oflife in a Welsh seaside village. It is something of a prose-poem, true, tender and graceful. 

IN DEFIANCE OF THE KING. A romance of the American Revolution. By ChaunceyC. Hotchkiss. Cloth, 12mo. With four illustrations by J. Watson Davis. Price, $1. 00. 

The story opens in the month of April, 1775, with the provincial troopshurrying to the defense of Lexington and Concord. Mr. Hotchkiss has etchedin burning words a story of Yankee bravery and true love that thrills frombeginning to end with the spirit of the Revolution. The heart beatsquickly, and we feel ourselves taking a part in the exciting scenesdescribed. You lay the book aside with the feeling that you have seen agloriously true picture of the Revolution. His whole story is so absorbingthat you will sit up far into the night to finish it. As a love romance itis charming.