Part 52 (1/2)
Wondering who this unknown but powerful friend of her brother could be, Frances glided across the fields, and using due precautions in approaching the dwelling, regained her residence undiscovered and in safety.
CHAPTER x.x.xI
Hence, bashful cunning!
And prompt me, plain and holy innocence; I am your wife, if you will marry me.
-Tempest.
On joining Miss Peyton, Frances learned that Dunwoodie was not yet returned; although, with a view to relieve Henry from the importunities of the supposed fanatic, he had desired a very respectable divine of their own church to ride up from the river and offer his services. This gentleman was already arrived, and had been pa.s.sing the half hour he had been there, in a sensible and well-bred conversation with the spinster, that in no degree touched upon their domestic affairs.
To the eager inquiries of Miss Peyton, relative to her success in her romantic excursion, Frances could say no more than that she was bound to be silent, and to recommend the same precaution to the good maiden also. There was a smile playing around the beautiful mouth of Frances, while she uttered this injunction, which satisfied her aunt that all was as it should be. She was urging her niece to take some refreshment after her fatiguing expedition, when the noise of a horseman riding to the door, announced the return of the major. He had been found by the courier who was dispatched by Mason, impatiently waiting the return of Harper to the ferry, and immediately flew to the place where his friend had been confined, tormented by a thousand conflicting fears. The heart of Frances bounded as she listened to his approaching footsteps. It wanted yet an hour to the termination of the shortest period that the peddler had fixed as the time necessary to effect his escape. Even Harper, powerful and well-disposed as he acknowledged himself to be, had laid great stress upon the importance of detaining the Virginians during that hour. She, however, had not time to rally her thoughts, before Dunwoodie entered one door, as Miss Peyton, with the readiness of female instinct, retired through another.
The countenance of Peyton was flushed, and an air of vexation and disappointment pervaded his manner.
”'Twas imprudent, Frances; nay, it was unkind,” he cried, throwing himself in a chair, ”to fly at the very moment that I had a.s.sured him of safety! I can almost persuade myself that you delight in creating points of difference in our feelings and duties.”
”In our duties there may very possibly be a difference,” returned his mistress, approaching, and leaning her slender form against the wall; ”but not in our feelings, Peyton. You must certainly rejoice in the escape of Henry!”
”There was no danger impending. He had the promise of Harper; and it is a word never to be doubted. O Frances! Frances! had you known the man, you would never have distrusted his a.s.surance; nor would you have again reduced me to this distressing alternative.”
”What alternative?” asked Frances, pitying his emotions deeply, but eagerly seizing upon every circ.u.mstance to prolong the interview.
”What alternative! Am I not compelled to spend this night in the saddle to recapture your brother, when I had thought to lay my head on its pillow, with the happy consciousness of having contributed to his release? You make me seem your enemy; I, who would cheerfully shed the last drop of blood in your service. I repeat, Frances, it was rash; it was unkind; it was a sad, sad mistake.”
She bent towards him and timidly took one of his hands, while with the other she gently removed the curls from his burning brow.
”Why go at all, dear Peyton?” she asked. ”You have done much for your country, and she cannot exact such a sacrifice as this at your hand.”
”Frances! Miss Wharton!” exclaimed the youth, springing on his feet, and pacing the floor with a cheek that burned through its brown covering, and an eye that sparkled with wounded integrity. ”It is not my country, but my honor, that requires the sacrifice. Has he not fled from a guard of my own corps? But for this, I might have been spared the blow! But if the eyes of the Virginians are blinded to deception and artifice, their horses are swift of foot, and their sabers keen. We shall see, before to-morrow's sun, who will presume to hint that the beauty of the sister furnished a mask to conceal the brother! Yes, yes, I should like, even now,” he continued, laughing bitterly, ”to hear the villain who would dare to surmise that such treachery existed!”
”Peyton, dear Peyton,” said Frances, recoiling from his angry eye, ”you curdle my blood-would you kill my brother?”
”Would I not die for him!” exclaimed Dunwoodie, as he turned to her more mildly. ”You know I would; but I am distracted with the cruel surmise to which this step of Henry's subjects me. What will Was.h.i.+ngton think of me, should he learn that I ever became your husband?”
”If that alone impels you to act so harshly towards my brother,” returned Frances, with a slight tremor in her voice, ”let it never happen for him to learn.”
”And this is consolation, Frances!”
”Nay, dear Dunwoodie, I meant nothing harsh or unkind; but are you not making us both of more consequence with Was.h.i.+ngton than the truth will justify?”
”I trust that my name is not entirely unknown to the commander in chief,” said the major, a little proudly; ”nor are you as obscure as your modesty would make you. I believe you, Frances, when you say that you pity me, and it must be my task to continue worthy of such feelings. But I waste the precious moments; we must go through the hills to-night, that we may be refreshed in time for the duty of to-morrow. Mason is already waiting my orders to mount. Frances, I leave you with a heavy heart; pity me, but feel no concern for your brother; he must again become a prisoner, but every hair of his head is sacred.”
”Stop! Dunwoodie, I conjure you,” cried Frances, gasping for breath, as she noticed that the hand of the clock still wanted many minutes to the desired hour. ”Before you go on your errand of fastidious duty, read this note that Henry has left for you, and which, doubtless, he thought he was writing to the friend of his youth.”
”Frances, I excuse your feelings; but the time will come when you will do me justice.”
”That time is now,” she answered, extending her hand, unable any longer to feign a displeasure that she did not feel.
”Where got you this note?” exclaimed the youth, glancing his eyes over its contents. ”Poor Henry, you are indeed my friend! If anyone wishes me happiness, it is you!”