Part 30 (1/2)
”The crime was hidden-hidden from the eyes of men, but mark the retribution that followed,” said Mistress Nutter; her eyes sparkling with vindictive joy. ”Of the two murderers both perished miserably. John Device was drowned in a moss-pool. Richard Nutter's end was terrible, sharpened by the pangs of remorse, and marked by frightful suffering. But another dark event preceded his death, which may have laid a crime the more on his already heavily-burdened soul. Edward Braddyll, the object of his jealousy and hate, suddenly sickened of a malady so strange and fearful, that all who saw him affirmed it the result of witchcraft. None thought of my husband's agency in the dark affair except myself; but knowing he had held many secret conferences about the time with Mother Chattox, I more than suspected him. The sick man died; and from that hour Richard Nutter knew no rest. Ever on horseback, or fiercely carousing, he sought in vain to stifle remorse. Visions scared him by night, and vague fears pursued him by day. He would start at shadows, and talk wildly. To me his whole demeanour was altered; and he strove by every means in his power to win my love. But he could not give me back the treasure he had taken. He could not bring to life my murdered babe. Like his victim, he fell ill on a sudden, and of a strange and terrible sickness. I saw he could not recover, and therefore tended him carefully. He died; and I shed no tear.”
”Alas!” exclaimed Alizon, ”though guilty, I cannot but compa.s.sionate him.”
”You are right to do so, Alizon,” said Mistress Nutter, rising, while the young girl rose too; ”for he was your father.”
”My father!” she exclaimed, in amazement. ”Then you are my mother?”
”I am-I am,” replied Mistress Nutter, straining her to her bosom. ”Oh, my child!-my dear child!” she cried. ”The voice of nature from the first pleaded eloquently in your behalf, and I should have been deaf to all impulses of affection if I had not listened to the call. I now trace in every feature the lineaments of the babe I thought lost for ever. All is clear to me. The exclamation of Elizabeth Device, which, like my ruthless husband, I looked upon as an artifice to save the infant's life, I now find to be the truth. Her child perished instead of mine. How or why she exchanged the infants on that night remains to be explained, but that she did so is certain; while that she should afterwards conceal the circ.u.mstance is easily comprehended, from a natural dread of her own husband as well as of mine. It is possible that from some cause she may still deny the truth, but I can make it her interest to speak plainly. The main difficulty will lie in my public acknowledgment of you. But, at whatever cost, it shall be made.”
”Oh! consider it well;” said Alizon, ”I will be your daughter in love-in duty-in all but name. But sully not my poor father's honour, which even at the peril of his soul he sought to maintain! How can I be owned as your daughter without involving the discovery of this tragic history?”
”You are right, Alizon,” rejoined Mistress Nutter, thoughtfully. ”It will bring the dark deed to light. But you shall never return to Elizabeth Device. You shall go with me to Rough Lee, and take up your abode in the house where I was once so wretched-but where I shall now be full of happiness with you. You shall see the dark spots on the hearth, which I took to be your blood.”
”If not mine, it was blood spilt by my father,” said Alizon, with a shudder.
Was it fancy, or did a low groan break upon her ear? It must be imaginary, for Mistress Nutter seemed unconscious of the dismal sound. It was now growing rapidly dark, and the more distant objects in the room were wrapped in obscurity; but Alizon's gaze rested on the two monkish figures supporting the wardrobe.
”Look there, mother,” she said to Mistress Nutter.
”Where?” cried the lady, turning round quickly, ”Ah! I see. You alarm yourself needlessly, my child. Those are only carved figures of two brethren of the Abbey. They are said, I know not with what truth-to be statues of John Paslew and Borlace Alvetham.”
”I thought they stirred,” said Alizon.
”It was mere fancy,” replied Mistress Nutter. ”Calm yourself, sweet child. Let us think of other things-of our newly discovered relations.h.i.+p. Henceforth, to me you are Millicent Nutter; though to others you must still be Alizon Device. My sweet Millicent,” she cried, embracing her again and again. ”Ah, little-little did I think to see you more!”
Alizon's fears were speedily chased away.
”Forgive me, dear mother,” she cried, ”if I have failed to express the full delight I experience in my rest.i.tution to you. The shock of your sad tale at first deadened my joy, while the suddenness of the information respecting myself so overwhelmed me, that like one chancing upon a hidden treasure, and gazing at it confounded, I was unable to credit my own good fortune. Even now I am quite bewildered; and no wonder, for many thoughts, each of different import, throng upon me. Independently of the pleasure and natural pride I must feel in being acknowledged by you as a daughter, it is a source of the deepest satisfaction to me to know that I am not, in any way, connected with Elizabeth Device-not from her humble station-for poverty weighs little with me in comparison with virtue and goodness-but from her sinfulness. You know the dark offence laid to her charge?”
”I do,” replied Mistress Nutter, in a low deep tone, ”but I do not believe it.”
”Nor I,” returned Alizon. ”Still, she acts as if she were the wicked thing she is called; avoids all religious offices; shuns all places of wors.h.i.+p; and derides the Holy Scriptures. Oh, mother! you will comprehend the frequent conflict of feelings I must have endured. You will understand my horror when I have sometimes thought myself the daughter of a witch.”
”Why did you not leave her if you thought so?” said Mistress Nutter, frowning.
”I could not leave her,” replied Alizon, ”for I then thought her my mother.”
Mistress Nutter fell upon her daughter's neck, and wept aloud. ”You have an excellent heart, my child,” she said at length, checking her emotion.
”I have nothing to complain of in Elizabeth Device, dear mother,” she replied. ”What she denied herself, she did not refuse me; and though I have necessarily many and great deficiencies, you will find in me, I trust, no evil principles. And, oh! shall we not strive to rescue that poor benighted creature from the pit? We may yet save her.”
”It is too late,” replied Mistress Nutter in a sombre tone.
”It cannot be too late,” said Alizon, confidently. ”She cannot be beyond redemption. But even if she should prove intractable, poor little Jennet may be preserved. She is yet a child, with some good-though, alas! much evil, also-in her nature. Let our united efforts be exerted in this good work, and we must succeed. The weeds extirpated, the flowers will spring up freely, and bloom in beauty.”
”I can have nothing to do with her,” said Mistress Nutter, in a freezing tone-”nor must you.”
”Oh! say not so, mother,” cried Alizon. ”You rob me of half the happiness I feel in being restored to you. When I was Jennets sister, I devoted myself to the task of reclaiming her. I hoped to be her guardian angel-to step between her and the a.s.saults of evil-and I cannot, will not, now abandon her. If no longer my sister, she is still dear to me. And recollect that I owe a deep debt of grat.i.tude to her mother-a debt I can never pay.”