Part 30 (1/2)
”Her husband!” almost shrieked the miserable woman; ”did you say her _husband_?”
”Certainly! Why not? Do you know her? You astonish me by your looks and appearance! Enlighten me, I beseech you, Mrs. Southey!” exclaimed the lady.
The wretched woman tried to speak, but found not the power to do so.
At last she gasped, ”I beg your pardon! I am strangely nervous to-day, I confess. It is true, I thought at first that I had seen the lady some years ago, but conclude I must have been mistaken or she would have remembered me. The mother of the one she so much resembles is a very dear friend of mine and her marriage was clandestine and seriously against her parents' wishes. I knew that the news of their reunion would greatly distress them, and so allowed my sympathies to run away with me and frighten you. You will pardon me?” she interrogated, beseechingly, as she laid her hand on her companion's arm.
[Ill.u.s.tration: ”DID YOU SAY HER HUSBAND?”]
”Certainly. I do not wonder at your agitation! But really, I think your friend ought not to distress herself about her daughter's choice were it so. Colonel Hamilton is one of our n.o.blest and most heroic officers, and it is now being whispered in military circles that as soon as he is recovered his promotion will be speedy to the rank of brigadier, whether he is ever able to occupy it or not. I wish you would go with me to-morrow and see him. He is certainly one of the finest looking men I ever saw!”
Mrs. Southey, however, declined the honor. She was ”too weak and sensitive to endure excitement,” as she had given abundant proof during the last hour.
It was true, and the lady accepted the refusal gracefully. ”Sometime you must tell me more about this colonel's wife in whom we both are so much interested, will you?” she asked, as they reached the street where was Mrs. Southey's temporary home.
”I shall be happy to keep you informed as to his recovery, and will call as soon as possible after my next visit to the hospital.”
”Thank you!” and so they parted.
How little either knew of the emotions or convictions of the other! What a long catalogue of ills were being chronicled in the inner chamber of the guilty soul! It was a slight peep the penetrating eyes caught through the partially opened door ere the power of self-control returned to close it, but no sophistry could dispose of the horrors thus revealed! When again in her room she dropped into an easy chair evidently exhausted.
”Your ride must have been wearisome,” suggested her hostess. ”You do not look as well as when you went out,” she continued, carelessly, raising her eyes from the paper she had in her hand.
”I am not well,” was the prompt reply.
”Have you been driven under a halter? One would imagine that justice had been close upon you”; and she turned the page with perfect _sang froid_.
”Be merciful, I beseech you!” was the plaintive wail of her companion.
”I will tell you all! I have not been chased by _justice_ as you intimate, but what is worse--I have seen Lillian and she has seen me!
The carriage stopped while the two friends talked, and all the time her eyes were fixed upon my uncovered face; and to-morrow they meet at the hospital! I know my uncontrollable agitation has betrayed much, and there is little doubt but she will finish what I have so ign.o.bly begun.
Beside this my daughter has found her husband, who is none other than the Colonel Hamilton of whom so much has been said of late! Of course he will aid her in performing what she would never have the strength to accomplish herself!” The head of the wretched mother sank upon her hand, while her whole frame shook with emotion. Her companion had risen and now stood before her.
”The time has come when you must leave!” she said with a tone as ringing and metallic as the clinking of steel when rudely smiting its fellow. ”I have the arrangements all made, expecting it would come to this, for, as you are well aware, it would not be very comfortable for the innocent to be found in such bad company!” The tall figure became erect as her keen eyes were fixed upon the face of the speaker, while she continued: ”Send your usual message and add in postscript a command to get that horse ready as ordered and brought around at eleven to the spot designated. I have a suit prepared, and at about ten miles there is a friend who will grant you a retreat for the present. I can send you word when you must fly farther. Now I will leave you, for it is nearly six and the order must be written immediately!”
Alone! What dismal horrors haunt the guilty mind when let loose upon itself! A spy! And in the enemy's country, hemmed in by the barriers of war with no way of escape to a land of safety, if such a place could be found! A rebel! And truth all ready to whisper in the ear of offended justice ”behold the traitor!”
”Where is my strength? My pride?” she murmured, as she arose and walked across the room. ”How I tremble! The gallows! What a reward for my persevering and arduous labors! I understand it!”
Then her mind wandered to the story of a German monarch who caused the executioner to blow his death-blast before the door of his brother's palace. ”Ah, you tremble,” said the king, ”when the prospect of temporal death is so near; but look a little farther and behold the eternal pangs of the soul! How now? Does the sight appall thee? Go to thy home, my brother, the king desires not thy life; but remember the errors of a temporal death and shun the horrors of the second!”
”If I had done this! O, Lillian, Lillian my child! You cannot see your mother at this hour, and it is well! The first--yes the second death is for such as I!”
”I shall do no such thing!” she exclaimed aloud at last as she reseated herself by the window. ”The horse perish with its rider! I want neither; I swear it! This hateful business stops here! O wretched, wretched woman that I am! Who shall deliver me from the body of this death? Was not that in the Bible? Ah, I remember! The voice that has been silent for many years once repeated those words in my hearing when his hour had come. The Bible! I will go to Philadelphia. Mrs. Cheevers will not turn me from her door for--for--she is a Christian! Pride? Away with it! O the curse of a false ambition!”
The shadows of twilight fell noiselessly about her, spreading over the bent figure a pall of tender sympathy. Then she arose, lighted the gas and hurriedly threw into her trunks the plain, rich wardrobe of the elegant ”English lady,” and locking them prepared to go out. She had remembered that the northern train left the depot at eight, and she was going upon it! She pa.s.sed out without interruption, and in a half hour the drayman was standing in the hall ready to be shown where the trunks were waiting. ”This way,” called Mrs. Southey; ”you will need help for they are large.”
”Where are you going?” asked the lady of the house with great astonishment, opening the parlor door. ”Surely you are not going to tear yourself away so abruptly? How lonely I shall be without my aristocratic English guest! But do tell me, where are you going?”