m Hffil \ r -i s w PEACE: OR THE STOLEN WILL! n American ;N0ocl. BY MARY W. JANVRIN. 'Tis to create, and iu creating live A being more intense, that we endow With form our funcy, gaining as we give The )if we image, even as I do now. What am I? Nothing: but not so art than, .V.i// nf my thought .' BYROS BOSTON: K. O. LIBBY AND COMPANY. .1858. Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1857. by JAMES FRENCH AND COMPANY, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the District of Massachusetts. STEREOTYPED AND PRINTED BY W . F . D K A I> E It , A X 1) U V K K . TO A MEMORY AND A NAME 2TJ)e Sfster MISSED ON EARTH, WHENCE THE ANGELS BECKONED HER FROM MY SIDE AS WE CLIMBED GIRLHOOD'S SUNNY UPLAND SLOPES TOGETHER, BUT SAFELY HOUSED IN HEAVEN, IN WHOSE SERENER CLIME I HOPE TO WALK BESIDE HER YET AGAIN, I DEDICATE THIS OFFSPRING, BORN OF THOUGHT AND IMAGINATION, CHRISTENED "PEACE." 2068037 CONTENTS. CHAPTER. I. Ridge Farm. The Snow Storm. The Wanderer, II. Mary Halpine, . III. Eeuben and Patience, IV. The World's Code of Morals, .... V. Death for Life, VI. An Heiress's Bridal, VII. The Bound Boy, VIII. Life at Ridge Farm, IX. The Taper Burns Out, X. The Young Student, XL Peace at Boarding-School, XII. The Snare, XIII. Death and Avarice. The Stolen Will, XIV. A Neglected Wife, XV. The Revelation and Flight, XVI. Diamond Cuts Diamond ..... XVII. Student Revels. The Downward Way, . XVIII: The Governess, ....... XIX. Juvenile Precocities. The Little Sunbeam, XX. Orah Rowland. Private Theatricals, . XXI. The Ballet Girl. Mid night Marriage, XXII. A Darkened Brain. Remorse, .... XXIII. The Actor's Benefit Night. " Too Late ! " XXIV. From Over Seas, XXV. The Artist Girl, . . . . % . 1* PAGE. 7 12 19 . 29 . 41 . 52 . 61 . 70 . 78 . 87 . 98 . 109 . 117 . 128 . 137 . 146 . 152 . 158 . 169 . 178 . 188 . 205 . 213 . 222 . 230 (5) 6 CONTENTS. CHAPTER. PAGE. XXVI. A Coquette Weaves her Toils, . . . .237 XXVII. The Meeting in the School-Room, . . .244 XXVIII. Review of Dramatis Personae, .... 253 XXIX. The Nest A Serpent There, .- . , . 2G2 XXX. Chip Weed's Hardships, 271 XXXI. Summer Flittings. Springdale. The House- keeper's Story, 278 XXXII. The Trip Down River. A Revelation, . .287 XXXIII. The Stolen Will. Chip's Flight, . . .299 XXXIV. Fire! 307 XXXV. A Villain's Plot. Bank Robbery, . . .316 XXXVI. Heart History, . ., . . . . .323 XXXVII. The Invalid. Discomfited Parvenues. Rejected Lovers, 341 XXXVIII. Visit to the Tombs. Father and Daughter, . 353 XXXIX. The Thunder Storm. Leafy Earle, . . .361 XL. Trial of Revere. An Unexpected Witness, . 366 XLI. The Lightning Stroke, 377 XLII. Gabrielle. Father and Son, . . . ^. 386 XLIII. Retribution, 394 XLIV. Finale, 400 PEACE: OR THE STOLEN WILL. CHAPTER I. O, open the door ! some pity show ! Keen blows the northern wind : The glen is white with the drifted snow, And the path is hard to find. SCOTT. THE tall, old-fashioned clock in the corner of the long, low, nicely swept kitchen had long ago told the hour of nine, the evening wore late to primitive country dwellers, whose motto was the time-honored " early to bed and early to rise," the logs of the hickory fire had burned low, and lay smouldering on the iron fire-dogs, the wind whisked down the wide-mouthed chimney and flared the candle on the little round table, whirled tiny clouds of white ashes all over the red brick hearth, orj now and then sent a sudden tongue of red flame from out the dying fire-brands, lighting up the old kitchen, the dressers with their rows of polished pewter ware, the little looking-glass with quaintly carven frame wreathed with evergreen and scarlet wax- berries, the old-fashioned furniture, ears of interwoven " " traced corn," and strings of bright red bell-peppers suspended from the beamed ceiling, and then, dying into darkness, grim shadows quivered over all. (7) 8 PEACE: on THE STOLEN WILL. The gray kitten had purred herself to sleep in the warmest corner of the hearth ; Bruno, the great watch-dog, a veteran Newfoundlander, lay with his head between his shaggy fore- paws : the old clock still ticked on with its steady monotone, while the evening wore later ; but yet Aunt Patience Wedge- wood sat knitting, knitting, beside the little round table, for she had sat up that night far beyond her usual tune to " toe off" the last of a pair of yarn socks for " Brother Reuben," who dozed in his arm-chair on the opposite side of the hearth. There was a driving storm without, just such a keen, wintry storm as visits open country places; heaping drifts all over the meadows and fields ; drifts, white and phantom-like hi the dimmed moonlight, huddled closely together like ghosts lain down to rest from their midnight revels ; muffling the low stone walls and straggling fences along the road-sides with fleecy blankets ; hanging bridal veils over the dusky pines and feathery hemlocks, and then sifting down among the under brush, leaving a white tribute on twig, spray, and gray mossy rock below; whirling away over long reaches of pasture, meadow-land, and brown stubble field ; driving into every nook and cranny of old country houses, whitening their low, brown roofs, flecking the weather-beaten clapboards with patches of down, choking up the wide-mouthed, moss-grown chimneys ; then, back to earth again, drifting up the paths to barns and granaries, covering sheds and out-houses with a roofing of purest " cararra," block- ing up the low, old-fashioned farm-house doors, leaving a snowy finger on every window-sill, heaping drifts all around the old well-curb, and laying one long, downy ridge on the curving well- sweep. Just such a storm was it which went whirling through Meadow Brook that December night, and came moaning at the windows of the farm-house at " the Ridge." ' " A knock at the door ! Bless me ! who can it be, this stormy PEACE: OR THE STOLEN WILL. 9 night ? and so late, too ! Wake up, Reuben ! wake up ! " and Patience started from her low, rush-bottomed rocking-chair, laid down the just finished stocking, shook the sleeper's arm, as the knock was faintly repeated ; then, stepping to a window which commanded a view of the outer door, peered out from behind the chintz curtain. " Mercy ! if it isn't a woman ! Do open that door, quick, brother ! " and, as he went into the little entry and drew the wooden bar from its fastenings, Patience followed him closely, with the candle in her hand. Reuben Wedgewood opened the door; and a female form, muffled in a shawl and hood, white with snow, staggered faintly forward and sank upon the threshold, with a feeble moan. " Bless us ! who can she be ? Poor creetur ! Bring her in, Reuben, right here to the fire ! " and Patience hastened to re-light her candle, which a sudden gust from the open door had extinguished. Lifting their strange visitor carefully, Reuben bore her into the kitchen, and laid her on the old high-backed settle in the chimney-place, while Patience distended her thin, withered cheeks, with blowing at a coal she applied with the tongs to the wick of the candle. For a few moments her efforts were unsuccessful. " Dear me ! why don't it light ? " she exclaimed. " But, there ! no wonder, I'm so flustered ! Reuben, do take off her hood, and rub her hands. There's some camphor in the cup- board. She's in a dead faint, or frozen, may be, poor cree- tur ! There, it's lit at last ! " and she placed the blazing can- dle on the table, then turned toward the woman. But in those few moments, while Reuben "Wedgewood stood bending over the stranger lying unconscious on the settle, one or two gleams of flame shooting up from the embers on the 10 PEACE: OR THE STOLEN WILL. hearth, and playing over the pallid features of the face turned toward the fire-place, lighted them up with wonderful fidelity. Beautiful features were they, too, though sharpened and deadly pale. The forehead low and broad : pale, blue-veined, and almost transparent eye-lids, fringed with curling lashes ; a sweet mouth, exquisitely curved, though the lips were slightly con- tracted with an expression of suffering; such was the face, framed in masses of golden hair, wet with the melted snow fast dripping from her hood, upon which the farmer gazed. But not only did the flickering fire-light reveal to Reuben Wedge- wood a young and beautiful woman, lying unconscious before him ; in that face he saw the features of one who had once been dear to him as his own life, features which, meet them when, or where, or under what phase he might, he could never forget, for they were graven on his heart. And then it was almost fearful to behold the agitation of that strong man. He leaned against the chimney-jamb for support, and grasped tremblingly at the back of a chair; and when Patience turned for a moment from the unconscious woman, she saw, by the tremor of his frame, and the beads of sweat on his seamed forehead, that some powerful emotion shook his soul. "Why, brother Reuben, what is the matter?", she asked. " I declare, you're white as a sheet ! I do believe you're goin' to faint away, too ! What is it, Reuben ? " and she grasped his arm. " Nothing, Patience ; nothing, only a touch of the palpitation, that's all ! " and he pressed his hand convulsively over his heart. " It is gone, now ; let us bring her to ! " he added, huskily. Patience gave him a quick, sharp gaze ; then, apparently sat- isfied, bringing camphor and hartshorn from the closet, set about the restoration. " La, what little, delicate hands ! " she ex- PEACE: OR THE STOLEN WILL. 11 claimed, chafing them between her own, rough and calloused with household toil. " Covered with fine rings, too ! Most likely, Reuben, she's some rich lady, lost her way, maybe. Poor creetur ! she oughtn't to be out such a bitter night. Why, she's almost gone ! I can't bring her to a grain ! Here, Reuben, jest carry her into the bed-room, while I get blankets and hot water. I'm most afeard she's dyin', she looks so kinder white like ! " Patience took the candle and preceded Reuben across the floor to the bed-room, which adjoined the kitchen as is usual in old-fashioned farm-houses, where, upon a broad hearth, smoul- dered the embers of a wood fire, kindled early in the evening. " How lucky I made a fire here to-night ! it is nice and warm ; and here is a hot brick for her feet ! There, lay her down, brother; she's comin' to a little, I b'lieve. Guess it's notliin' more'n a faint, after all ! " It was a plump, downy, inviting bed, with spotless white pil- lows, and a blue and white woven woollen counterpane, over which the linen sheet with its broad hem was turned evenly, whereon Reuben "VVedgewood placed his slight burden, tenderly as he would have lain down a child ; and then he returned to the kitchen and sat down on the end of the settle, where her hood still lay burying his face in his hands. Patience, meantime, wrought with gentle woman-hands in the bed-room ; drew off the woman's snow-damped garments, after she had partially restored her from the swoon, carefully wrapped blankets about her, placed warm draughts at her feet, smoothed out and bound up the long masses of wavy, golden hair, and then, her good offices finished, went out into the kitchen, and drew her chair close to Reuben's side. CHAPTER II. Can this be The young, the loved, the happy Rosalie ! And might not pardon be Also for her ? L. E. L. THERE was a singular expression on the spinster's face, as she sat silent for a few moments ; then, Jeaning forward and laying her hand on his, said, " Brother Reuben ! " " Patience," and he raised his head, whispering hoarsely, glancing toward the bed-room door, " Patience, don't you know her ? " The hand clasped tighter over his. " Reuben, you don't mean that the poor creetur in yonder room is is" but her lips could not frame into utterance a name which for five years had been unspoken under that roof. " Yes, sister," and the farmer glanced half-furtively around the old kitchen, and spoke in a thick whisper, "it is her Mary ! " Patience started up. A flush crimsoned her withered cheek ; an angry sparkle burned in her eye. " You are right, Reuben ! " she said, at length. " When I turned to look at her, as I come out of the bed-room, it come over me like a flash. It is her ! And she has come back here, a cast-away, a poor, shameless creetur ! I'd a died first, Reuben ! Yes, laid down and froze to death in the snow-storm, before I'd a come back to the very house where I'd made so much misery ! I s'pose she knows her poor mother died of (12) PEACE: OR THE STOLEN WILL. 13 grief ; and she'd got neither house nor home to go to when her fine gentleman got tired of her, and so had the face to come here. Reuben, it's shameful ! " Patience's whole frame fairly quivered with indignation ; but her auditor sat silent, his face buried in his hands. " Reuben Wedgewood," and a hand was laid heavily on his shoulder, "if you've got a particle of spirit, do be a man, and don't sit there mopin' like a weak boy ! Why don't you say something ! " and Patience turned, walked the floor excitedly, and in her indignation quite snuffed out the candle with the old iron snuffers " Yes, do be a man," she said, flinging down the ctal with which she had re-lighted it, " and say something ! " Reuben glanced up. His face was very pale, and his teeth hard set. " For God's sake, Patience, what do you want ? I wouldn't turn a dog from my door, such a night as this, much less a woman ! and that woman No, I can't do it ! " he added, after a choking pause. " You wouldn't have me send her away ? " "No," replied Patience, setting down the candle-stick hard on the table ; " but I did hope you'd got over what happened five years ago ! Of course, I'd do for Mary Halpine jest what I Avould for any poor suffering human creetur who come to our ruff for shelter. I thank the Lord, he didn't make me a hea- then ! We'll keep her through this cold storm ; but when it's over, go she must, for, Reuben, I can't look back and see how she treated you, and then harbor her. But I'll jest ask her why she didn't stay with her fine gentleman ; what she come among honest folks for ! Oh, brother, it works me up terribly, when I think it all over ! and to see how you sit and mope there in. the chimney-corner ! " The farmer looked at his sister in surprise. Patience Wedge- wood, usually the kindest, most forgiving of women, his sister 2 14 PEACE: OK THE STOLEN WILL. Patience, whose whole life had been but a tissue of trials re- ceived, and gentle submissions rendered, the "Aunt Patience" of Meadow Brook, whose name had passed into a proverb as symbolical of her nature, was it indeed she, standing there on the hearth, manifesting such bitter, unwomanly feelings ? But he understood it all. The best impulses of a true, tender, woman heart, were stifled momentarily, in her jealous, watchful love for the only being she had left on earth to cherish, her brother. And yet it was not wholly as the guardian of her brother's wrongs, that Patience Wedgewood stood, that winter night, beside the kitchen fire, nursing hard thoughts toward the poor girl lying pale and ill in the adjoining room. There was another reason, one that influences woman under every cir- cumstance like this, though few there be who care to acknowledge it ; for who does not know how hard it is for her to forget and forgive frailty in her sister-woman? She will' forget, or tolerate and in thus tolerating, encourage error in men. It is known, world-wide, how fan* white hands are extended to welcome them into society ; how she leans upon the arms, and hangs upon the eloquent words, of those from whom she should shrink with a blush ; and how then, straight- way, if the Magdalen who, but for the fascinating tempter, to whose accents she has just listened, had stood to-day as fair and pure as she crosses her path, then, with a gesture of virtuous scorn, she spurns her. Unwelcome truth ! But, sister-woman, everywhere, is it not so? Votary of fashion, frivolous, vain worldling ! do you not look down from your gilded height, and smile scornfully at humbled, abject, though perhaps penitent beings below ? Say, giddy, kind-hearted, but thoughtless girl, too happy in your own PEACE: OR THE STOLEN WILL. 15 light loves and joys, to heed the agony of broken hearts, sinking into dust under their weight of shame, what word have you for such ? Cold, purse-proud, immaculate, frigid lady, who kneels in carpeted churches on a velvet hassock, and prays audibly from a jewelled prayer-book, whose stainless purity was never sullied by contact with such as sinned through excess of love, when by chance the unfortunate falters across your pathway, do you not draw aside your spotless robes, lest the hem of your garments, even, should have been brushed in passing ? And " last, not least," you who profess to be good, thoughtful, Chris- tian women, in your easy (because approved] rounds of daily life, at your pleasant firesides, where dwell the dear ones of your home circles, at the Throne of Grace, even, anywhere, eveiywhere, do you find the least corner reserved for such of whom He you call your Master hath said, " Go, and sin no more ? " Aye } it is even so ! " Alas for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun ! " And, as Patience "Wedgewood stood there, revolving many con- tending thoughts in her mind, she gradually became conscious that it would be one of the hardest struggles of her life to forgive Mary Halpine. Could she? No! surely not of her own heart. But her Father was opening, hi His own way, a path for that forgive- ness ; a new channel, wherein the womanly tenderness of her heart might flow afresh, and another love brighten and soften her life. Five minutes passed, and Patience still stood beside her brother ; and there was no sound in the old kitchen but the purr of the kitten on the hearth, and the voice of the clock in the dis- 16 PEACE: on THE STOLEN WILL. tant corner a tick, tick, now light and uncertain, now strong and sharp, now muffled and deep, like the throbbing of Reuben's heart. Memories that he thought laid to sleep forever were torn from their grave that night. It had been no light love he had borne that fair-haired girl in yonder room ; it had been no easy struggle to subdue it when it came back, a cold, rushing " Alpine torrent," upon his own heart. Why, that night, had he to live it all over again, and with the added misery of beholding her desolation ? A fault moan issued from the bed-room. Patience looked at Reuben, who raised his head. Their e/es met; hers with a new, softer light struggling in their still darkened depths, his, tender as a woman's, with the sadness of an anguished heart breaking up through them. " Go to her, Patience," he said briefly, as another moan broke the silence ; and, at that cry of suffering, all the woman resumed its sway over her soul. She obeyed, leaving Reuben alone with the faint fire-light and his own thoughts. As the door shut, another low ciy, full of mental and physical suffering, came from the bed whereon the sufferer lay. Patience went and stood close beside the pillows. It was a face of start- ling girlish beauty she gazed upon now, the counterpart of one which, five years before, had often brightened the old farm- house. The cheeks, no longer marble pale, were crimson with fever ; the lips red as the petals of the damask rose in June- time ; and masses of rippling hair, escaping from the neat lace frilled cap under which Patience had bound it, flashed like threads of spun gold in the candle-light ; but the white forehead was corrugated with deep lines ; about the small, convulsed mouth lay an expression of pain, and dusky circles rimmed the eyes whose lids were closed their long lashes sweeping her cheeks below. PEACE: OR THE STOLEN WILL. 17 For a few moments she lay very still, then slowly unclosed her eyes. Sad, almost despairing, was the gaze which sought briefly the faded, weather-beaten face bending over her ; then she shrank from that scrutinizing glance, which seemed to read her soul. Closing the lids faintly, one or two tears were crushed beneath. "Patience Wedgewood, do you know me?" she said, at length, in a whisper, pulling up the sheet over her as if to screen herself from the glance of those searching eyes. " Mary Halpine, I do ! " was the reply, in a tone which was not, certainly, intended for a cold one, yet had but the slightest quiver of compassion in it ; for the good and evil angels were fighting a hard battle in Patience's heart. The poor woman shrank away into the farthest side of the bed, and turned her face to the wall. Did she deserve pity ? she asked herself, or forgiveness, either ? Why, in the hour of her great need, had she come to that house? Why, instead, had she not lain down in the bitter cold of the winter night, and perished? sunk on the soft bosom of the yielding snow, and, dreaming dreams of her innocent earlier days, so died ? Surely, there was One who would not have looked upon her with cold, freezing, unpitying eyes, One who never casts forth the weary wanderer ! Such, and many other thoughts, which racked her soul even more than did physical suffering her feeble frame, passed through the poor girl's brain like lightning flashes ; and the weary con- flict brought faintness and exhaustion. Patience saw it all. In the aggravated sufferings of the poor being before her, she forgot hard thoughts and hoarded resent- ment, and the best impulses of her nature found sway. She rapidly bathed the pallid temples ; administered invigorating cordials ; called back the life which had almost wandered from 2* 18 PEACE: OK THE STOLEN WILL. those white lips ; and then, replenishing the fire, and drawing the full chintz curtains about the windows, went out into the kitchen, and, laying her hand upon her brother's arm, said, pointing to the bed-room : " Poor thing ! Reuben, you must harness up and go after the doctor. But first bring old Nurse Dean over. Wrap up well, brother ; for it's a bitter cold night. Poor Maiy Halpine ! Reuben, I was wicked in keeping such bitterness in my heart against her/ God forgive me ! " The farmer started up from his seat. Were there tears in Patience's eyes ? They stood in his own, as he turned away, and drew on his thick boots and overcoat. The hand which took down the old tin lantern from a nail over the fire-place, trem- bled ; and the voice was husky which said, " Come, Bruno," to the huge mastiff, who rose from his slumbers, rubbed his shaggy head against his master's hand, and then followed him out into the cold winter night. CHAPTER III. Reader, do you know how we may live and suffer while the business of life goes regularly on, giving no token of the tears that are silently shed ? ANN S. STEPHENS. IT was a quiet life they lived there bachelor brother and maiden sister in the old farm-house at the Ridge. Year in and out, the months came and went, and time touched them very lightly. But for the few wrinkles that crept upon a face which, somehow, these many latter years, had seemed old and faded, and the gradual silvering of Patience's hair, the sprinkle of gray which had also fallen on Reuben's head, and the crow's- feet that came at the corners of his deep-set, gray eyes, but for these tokens, the good dwellers of Meadow Brook would scarce have thought that the brother and sister were getting to be old, so quietly, and unmarked by any stirring outward event, had their lives passed. Time lapses very lightly to the dwellers in quiet country places. Nature, whose communion is like a mother's, helps to keep the heart young. Each shifting season brings its own les- son. As, in the spring-time, the earth is bared to the hand of the sower, so, in human hearts, Love, Hope, and Faith, sow lib- eral seed. Summer, fervid and sultry, with fair bending skies, is oftenest rich in promise of a full fruition of loves and joys, though sometimes, alas ! it brings the blight of the withering drought, when every green thing fails us, the water-courses are dried up, and there is neither hope nor consolation. In autumn, standing amid ripened sheaves, we say, pridefullj^ " Lo, (19) 20 PEACE: OR THE STOLEN WILL. this is the harvest of -our own planting ! " and sit down to enjoy the fruit of our labor ; and then, even as the year wanes to its death, and the snows weave a shroud over earth's bosom, and nature lapses into its long winter sleep, so weary, white-haired old age lies quietly down to his rest. But for both there comes a resurrection ! As, in the rushing spring-floods, winter's icy fetters are loosened, snow wreaths are dissolved, and buds and flowers spring up in their stead, so, in the tides of that Death-river, through which the old man's feet must wade, the frosts of hoary hairs are melted, and youth's am- ber locks are restored ! He plants his foot firmly on the thither shore, where another spring-time reigns with amaranthine bloom ; and his heart keeps young, and fresh, and vernal, for- ever in the sweet May-clime of Heaven ! In the pleasant country make our home ! From the heats, turmoils, and cares of crowded cities ; from the eager jostle, and cankering heartburnings of the great world-strife, they who dwell among blooming flowers, green fields, running-brooks, and all of Nature's beautiful things, are delivered. Bless God for the cool, the still, and pleasant country ! And so, where the years glide quietly, had they passed, to Reuben and Patience Wedgewood. Every spring the violets opened their blue eyes to peep timidly from the shelter of mossy rocks, on green knolls, or the southern slopes of grassy meadows ; the fox-glove, white ane- mone, and pink and white trailing arbutus, blossomed in quiet forest-paths ; the yellow king's-cup stood all along the country roadsides, and graceful brake-leaves and sweet-fern grew near old, mossy stone walls ; lilacs put forth their purple sprays, and flowers budded in Aunt Patience's garden; then, the June days grew warm and long, and the sunshine slept goldenly on the wide country meadows ; the summer heats fell, ripening the PEACE: OR THE STOLEN WILL. 21 herdsgrass and fragrant clover ; at sunset, banks of gold and crimson piled high the western horizon, and the two tall poplars, before the farm-house at the Ridge, flickered their long, leafy arms to and fro like blazing firebrands ; ; beautiful September, when summer lingers to dally in the lap of autumn, came and went, followed by mild, rich fruited October, with woods of gold and fire, harvest moon, and " harvest home," and then old winter brought his tributes of snows and sleets and icy airs without, while good cheer and comfort and blazing hearths held sway within. And thus the years had come and gone, till Aunt Patience had turned fifty, and Reuben "Wedgewood had passed his fortieth year. And yet it seemed but a day, since the girl of eighteen stood beside her mother's death-bed with a hallowed promise on her lips ! a promise that she would fill a mother's place to the frail, ten-year-old-child, "poor lame Katy," who clung weeping, to that dying parent. Over thirty years since then, and yet it seemed but a day! Lame Katy had slept beside her mother, in the grave-yard, these twenty-five years, but, to Patience, she was still the pale, slender girl, whom she had cai'ried in her arms, and soothed to sleep on her bosom. O, Patience, when, with sobs you laid her from your breast, where her head should be pillowed no more, did you think the years could come and go so rapidly ? But had time passed as happily, as fleetly, to the brother and sister? What shadows could have fallen athwart Reuben's path- way ? Did not the " Ridge Farm" extend over many well-tilled acres ? Was he not " forehanded" in the world prospering both in his basket and his store ? And the kind-hearted, even- tempered maiden sister ; the economical, thrifty, neat house- keeper ; the pattern of good neighbors, and the universal " aunt" of Meadow Brook had she ever known troubles in her pleasant home? 22 PEACE: OK THE STOLEN WILL. All ! yes, yes ! Was there ever life without them ? There were people in Meadow Brook who could remember, how, many . years ago, when Patience Wedge wood was young and handsome, with glossy black hair, and cheeks red as wild roses, she had been the pride and toast of all the county. At ball, husking, or quilting, there had been no girl lighter of foot, with brighter eye or merrier laugh, than she. They remem- bered, too, how she had a lover in those days, a favored one from the many who paid her court, who rode very often from his fine farm, at the " Cross- Roads," over to the Ridge, and fastening his great roan colt at old Mr. Wedgewood's gate, went in, ostensibly to talk of "the crops," with the farmer, but in reality to gaze at Patience's red cheeks, and exchange a little chit-chat with her in a sly manner, which usually ended in asking her company to the singing school or some merry-making at "the village; how attentive he was, until Patience's mother, dying, had bequeathed little lame Katy to her care, bidding her never leave her; and then, when Patience told him, that, when she married, she must bring Katy with her for she could not break her promise to her dead mother he demurred; and afterward, when old Mr. Wedgewood died suddenly, and upon settlement of affairs the farm was found to be involved, this base lover James Con way neglected her, and finally broke his vows, and went away and married a rich girl who brought him a fine dowry, accompanied also, by a passionate temper and an unruly tongue, which embittered his days ; they remembered all this, and how, from that time, Patience grew old, and faded fast, and seldom went out, but devoted her- self to her sister and brother ; how, a few years later, little lame Katy died ; and, at twenty-five, a sad, reserved woman, looking full ten years older than she really was, she turned to her boy-brother, and vowed, henceforth, to devote her life to PEACE: OB THE STOLEN WILL. 23 him ; refusing the offers of many others who would gladly have won her, saying, calmly : " I have got my duty to do here. I shall never marry ! " Yes, there were many who remembered those days, and acknowledged her worth ; though some, young and thoughtless, called her " old-maid," little appreciating the noble self-sacrifice which made her such. But she, whose life had been so rich in quiet worth and deeds of humble beauty, could well afford to wear that name. She, who sacrificed her dreams of wedded bliss that she might fulfil her vow to a dying mother who was like a mother to the lame girl, carrying the little frail form in her arms, watching over her day and night until she died upon her bosom she, the " old-maid," for whom our world would be better if there were more such, could well afford to wear a name which was, to her, an honor, and a crown of glory. Good Old Aunt Patience ! So sure as every throb of thy kind heart was numbered, every trial and struggle noted by One, who sits above and seeth and knoweth all, thou hast, ere this, met thy reward ! And Reuben Wedgewood, too ! In his younger days, when there was no " smarter," " likelier" man in all the county ; or later, when the incumbrances on the farm were cleared off, and he had grown " well to do," as farmers say, in this world's v/ealth, why had he not brought a wife to share his home, and relieve his sister from a portion of her cares ? Ah ! this had been no secret in Meadow Brook, either. Let us see ! In his early youth, Reuben had been shy and bashful, fonder of the fireside, and Patience's society, than of rustic merry- makings ; and then, on coming of age, he had devoted himself assiduously to paying up the mortgage on the farm, assisted by his single-hearted sister, who spun, and wove, and went to market with the products of her dairy ; saving up all her earnings for 24 PEACE: OR THE STOLEN WILL. this one object ; and so his youth and early manhood passed, and when the shady side of thirty saw him unmarried, Reuben was set down as a confirmed bachelor. But after a few years, the people of Meadow Brook were surprised to hear that he was shortly to bring a mistress to the Ridge and no other than little Mary Halpine, scarce turned eighteen, the prettiest girl in the whole village ! Pretty, but poor ; for her mother was the widow of a broken trader, and rented one of Reuben's tenements, a little, brown cottage at the village, where she and Mary eked out a support by their needles. And so, at thirty-five, the farmer met the village- beauty and lost his heart ! With fair golden hair, violet eyes, and faultless features ; a slight, graceful form, and a refinement of manner he had never seen in the country maidens round about she seemed to the bashful bachelor, far above him, and for months he worshipped at a distance. But, at length, fortune aided him ; for Mrs. Hal- pine, rejoicing that her daughter had attracted the attention of so estimable, upright, and " forehanded" a man as Mr. Wedgewood, openly encouraged him ; nor was it long before the fair Maiy grew less shy, and received him with favor, and by and by, one sweet summer evening returning from the Ridge, whither she had been invited by Aunt Patience, with a score of village girls, to spend the afternoon walking slowly down the quiet country road with Reuben at her side he asked her to become his wife ! and, blushing confusedly, she whispered assent! In autumn she Avould go to the Ridge, as his wife. But when October, with its golden days and harvest-home, had come and gone ; when gray November, with frowning skies without but blazing wood-fires within, had just unfolded her tablets ; when Patience's hard, horny, but willing hands, had burnished and brightened anew the old farm-house, arranged PEACE: OR THE STOLEN WILL. 25 everything from garret to cellar, opened linen presses whose contents had been accumulating for years, draped anew the high- posted bed in the spare chamber, and spread a bright rag-carpet of her own weaving, on the floor of the " west room," filled the buttery with stores of -good things, polished the pewter on the dressers till it shone like silver, set out the old-fashioned, delicate pink china, scoured and sanded the kitchen floor, and wound fresh wreaths of winter-green brightened with scarlet wax-berries, about the tall eight-day clock in the corner when, in short, the house was all swept and garnished for the reception of the fair girl-bride, the faithful sister her tasks over sat down on the settle in the chimney-place to rest, and said, with a half-sigh : " Well, brother Reuben will be happier, I hope ! " Then, when the stalwart farmer, bronzed with his year's harvest toil, came from his fields and granaries, and, looking around on the ready house, said : " I will bring a fair flower here, to brighten it, " when the wedding-day was set, and all things were in readiness, then came a terrible, stunning blow ! Mary, sweet Mary Halpine, was lost to him forever ! Not dead he could have borne that! could have looked upon her young face under the coffin-lid, and lain her away in the grave, though his heart had well nigh broken ! But it was bit- terer, far, than death, the way in which she was lost to him ! And then the whole story was told. She had left him for another ! During the last month of the summer that was past, a hand- some young stranger had boarded at the principal tavern of Meadow Brook. Day after day had he been seen wandering through the woods, with sketch-book or fishing-rod in hand ; for whole hours he fished from the banks of some bright, clear trout- stream winding among the meadows and woodlands ; or pencilled some exquisite bit of scenery, where the dense -foliage cast deep, 3 26 PEACE: OB THE STOLEN WILL. Rembrant shadows, or a white, foaming cascade leaped down a rocky precipice, but not alone the charms those forest- wilds held out to the angler and the artist, lured him there for there, too, had he tempted sweet Mary Halpine to meet him ! Their acquaint- ance, which commenced at a village pic-nic a few weeks before, had progressed by means of visits to the cottage whither he had gone, ostensibly to employ the mother in her capacity of seam- stress ; but the prudent Mrs. Halpine read his admiration for the daughter, and lost no time in making it understood that Mary was a promised wife. But what cared the stranger that he went no more to the cot- tage, so long as Mary could be induced to meet him in the shady forest-paths, walk with him for hours, sit beside him on the banks of the brook while he sketched, or listened to his words of delicate flattery, as he wove oak-leaves and scarlet cardinal flowers into wreaths for her sunny hair ? Augustus Revere knew only too well the heart of woman to despair* of winning that fair girl who, with flushing cheek and brightened eye, met him there. Such fresh, dewy hearts he had won before, and broken, too, for, though young in years, at heart he was an old, hackneyed man of the world. And alas ! for the credulous girl ! We need not tell how his beauty, elegance and grace, with the gallant, chivalrous devotion of his manner, won her heart away. It was the old story over again ; a story that will always be repeated so long as women are trusting, and men are deceivers ; and Mary Halpine was no wiser or better than others who, from listening learned to be- lieve from believing, loved from loving, fell ! Fascinated with tales of a love, so like that of which she had read in old romances, where gallant knights wooed fair ladyes in the quiet " green wood shade ; " contrasting this elegant dark-eyed lover, and his ardent, passionate protestations clothed in the PEACE: OR THE STOLEN WILL. 27 choicest diction, with the sturdy, broad-shouldered, toil- hardened Reuben, and his honest, no doubt heart-felt, but common-place love-sayings, it was little wonder that the young girl, blinded by a passion which grew rapidly and swayed her whole being, forgot the manly devotion of a true heart, forgot honor and plighted vows and broke her faith ! Yet not without a struggle had she yielded. We will do Mary Halpine the justice to say that, when Augustus Revere first whipsered his protestations, she recoiled. Ah ! had she fled then ! But, hesitatingly, she lingered and, again, listened ! What poor, fluttering, charmed bird, gazing at the serpent, but falls, at length, into its coiling embrace ? What woman, for- getting duty and honor, listens to the tale of forbidden worship, and escapes unharmed ? " Go away, and leave me ! I dare not, must not listen ! I am the promised wife of another ! " she said, covering her crim- soned face with her small white hands. " " Yes, promised to a miserable clod of a farmer ! A piece of dull earth, whose heart is set upon his fat oxen and his crops ! No, Mary, by heaven ! he shall not have such an exquisite piece of nature's porcelain as you ! The bright, gay world has need of such let me take you there ! It is no sin to break an engagement like yours ; there is neither heart nor soul in it. By and by he will get him a wife from among these rough country girls ; one better fitted for milking his cows, and the toils of his farm-house, than a delicate blossom like you. Do not fear for your mother's consent; she will be proud of you when you come back my wife. Mary, darling tell me you will be mine ! " So he pleaded. " Oh, no, no ! It is wicked ! I mustn't stay here ! Let me go ! " she cried. " Then you will condemn me to a life-time of misery ? Mary, 28 PEACE: OR THE STOLEN WILL. you are cruel ! " and the wily man softened his voice ; " but I cannot go away and forget you. Though I resign you, I can never banish your image from my heart ; and must this be our last interview ? Oh, no, in pity, Mary, grant me another. To- morrow I leave this quiet country village ; but I shall come back once, again, to bid you good-bye forever. You will not refuse me that f promise me ! " And Mary promised. But what need to add more ? Only will we say, that, while the weeks went by, and the preparations for the marriage were speeding, Mary Halpine went about like one in a dream but with a terrible remorse at her heart ; lacking courage, and, alas! all too unwilling to confess her fault. And when the golden Indian summer had faded, then her lover came, secretly and quietly ; and, in the hush of a night just one week preceding that appointed for the wedding, she bent for a moment above her sleeping mother's pillow then stole out into the shivering woods to meet her fate. "Was it wonder that when they told him, Reuben Wedgewood crushed under his heel the plain gold wedding-ring he had pur- chased for Mary's slender finger! burned a lock of sunny hair! his brow grew dark and stern ! and henceforth her name was never spoken in the old farm-house ? CHAPTER IV. Thou art fickle as the sea ; thou art wandering as the wind ; And the restless, ever-mounting flame, is not more hard to bind. If the tears I shed were tongues, yet all too few would be To tell of all the treachery that thou hast shown to me. BRYANT. IT was an elegant apartment of the Astor House which with the romancist's privilege, we will take the liberty of visiting. Every appointment of its furnishing was luxurious. The carpet was of the choicest texture, velvet soft ; voluminous curtains of brocatelle draped the windows ; pier-glasses multiplied the Parian and bronze mantel ornaments, candelabras, Bohemian and Etruscan vases, marble brackets, gilt framed pictures, and other adornments of the room. An elegant inlaid table was cov- ered with richly bound books and portfolios of drawings, and an open piano strewn with sheet music ; low, crimson velvet cov- ered lounges and tabourets stood about the walls; a Psyche and Hebe filled niches between two bay windows ; a coal fire glowed -in the grate, for the evening was a cold, wet, stormy one, and cast a cheerful, ruddy glare over the room. Before the grate, in a large crimson velvet covered reception chair, his feet carelessly thrust into a pair of embroidered slip- pers, clad in an elegant dressing-gown and Turkish smoking-cap, with the slender, white fingers of one hand supporting the stem ,of his quaint German meerschaum, and the other buried in the long curls of his hair, while his elbow rested on a table drawn up close beside him, on which stood an elegant cut-glass decanter 3* (29) 30 PEACE: OK THE STOLEN WILL. and two slender wine-glasses in a silver tray, sat the master of this sumptuous room Augustus Revere. Let us survey him as he sits indolently reclining there, his head thrown back against the chair, and the radiance of the lighted candelabra flooding his face. Now he has lain aside his pipe, tosses his tasselled smoking-cap to the table, and again set- tles back in the luxurious depths of his chair, apparently in a dreamy reverie ; while the howling winter winds without, and the icy sleet beating against the windows, enhanced the enjoy- ment of light and warmth within. His form is slight, but of tall, well-knit, and elegant propor- tions. His hand is white and delicate as a lady's ; and on one of the slender fingers thrust among his brown curls, a diamond ring gleams in a splendid setting. His face is strikingly hand- some, so far as a regular cast of features goes to constitute beauty. A high forehead ; aquiline nose, with thin, proud nos- trils ; small, well-cut mouth, with full red lips, almost feminine in their expression, save for rigid curves about them, betokening a strength of will not easily attained by woman ; and a firm rounded chin, shaded by a dark, glossy, and delicately curling moustache. It is a handsome, manly face, certainly, thrown in full relief against the dark background of the deep crimson chair, and one upon which you would be Jikely to turn to look a second tune ; and then you would observe what you . did not at first, how there are deep lines outward from the eyes to the white tem- ples, and a fulness to the lips, betokening not only inflexibility of will, but a love for sensuous pleasures ; and the somewhat scornful curve of the short upper lip, seems almost a sneer. If he smiled, as he did often during his reverie, you would think it a wondrous fascinating smile ; but there was a glittering chill in it, the polished, cold brilh'ancy of ice. His eyes were PEACE : OB THE STOLEN WILL. ^ 31 blue ; not moist, warm, tender blue eyes, whose glance has a soul in it, but the dull, hard gleam of untempered steel. And, as he sat there, with the fire-light illumining his countenance, the thoughts revolving in his mind left no trace on his features, nor were mirrored in his unspeaking eyes. There are those who can turn the key on heart and brain. In those inner laboratories they forge out thoughts, concoct schemes, and link together the purposes which guide their out- ward lives among men. In the crucible of the brain they melt and fuse all the subtle elements of their nature together. Pride, Passion, Love, Hate, Hope, and Fear, by turns are cast into the bubbling cauldron, each to work its own part in transmuting all passing events into their philosopher's stone Success ! So was it with Augustus Revere. The brain working in that graceful head was clear, acute, and subtle ; the heart beating under that polished, elegant exterior, hard and unyielding when it conflicted with his Will ; those blue eyes, which could counter- feit the softest, tenderest emotions when woman's heart was to be won, could also grow stern, and freezing, and pitiless ; those fingers idly thrust into his rich brown curls, had clasped other fingers scarce whiter or slenderer, leading fair, trusting crea- tures into paths whose end was moral death ; then idly flung them off, to wander their downward way alone, while he went back to society, to be petted and courted anew. For this man was, what the reader has doubtless, ere this, surmised, one of that numerous class who infest society, sit at rich men's tables, converse with theirwives and daughters, bow deferentially to Fifth Avenue dwellers, kiss their white-gloved fingers to Broad- way belles, encircle their slender waists in the waltz at festivals, drive fast horses, and give champagne suppers to a host of " good fellows " in upper-tendom ; ostensibly meeting his expenses by remittances from an old East Indian nabob uncle, whose heir 32 PEACE : OR THE STOLEN WILL. prospective he stood ; ostensibly this, but in reality a roue, gam- bler, and adventurer. At twenty-five, Augustus Revere was old. His career had begun early. At nineteen, expelled from college, where his father, an honest, hard-working farmer, committing the common error of -wishing to make his only son "a gentleman," had placed him with an unlimited command of money at his disposal, he betook himself to a wider sphere of action ; and, ere his twenty-third year, had broken his father's heart, gotten the rem- nant of his patrimony into his own hands, and finally, lost all the freshness of truth and honor in the labyrinthine mazes of wicked- ness in a great city. With a naturally superior mind, talents of a high order, ele- gant person and gentlemanly address, the keenest of percep- tive faculties, aided by an indomitable will and a sort of natural patrician pride, that well accorded with his haughty personal beauty, he took good care that, while, his occupation remained unsuspected, he gradually worked his way upward into the higher circles of society. This was accomplished, partially by fastening himself on dissolute scions of aristocratic families, whom he met at gambling-saloons and aided from his own purse for he was a most skilful player ; for the rest, his artfully concocted tale of the nabob East Indian uncle, secured him the coveted entree into circles where his consummate tact, elegant person, and fascinating address detained him, a welcome guest. On the stormy night in question, Augustus Revere evidently enjoyed the warmth and cheerful seclusion of his elegant parlor ; for he indolently lifted his head from the softly-cushioned chair- back, listened a moment to the howling storm, and then sunk into his old attitude, with a self-satisfied, complacent smile upon his lips. It was a wild night, and the fiercest of storms was abroad. PEACE: OR THE STOLEN WILL. 33 Down the streets and alleys of the great city the wind rushed like an angry, howling air-demon. Round every square and corner, into every court and passage, it went r&oaning and sob- bing, seeking shelter, yet finding none the homeless wind ! But few were abroad, and those impelled by necessity ; for pow- erful indeed must be the motive which tempts men from warm, cheerful firesides to encounter driving sleet and biting winter winds. The darkness had set in early, making the evening seem long ; and when the French clock on the mantel of Augus- tus Revere's parlor struck eight, he started from his reverie, drew forth his gold repeater to compare it with the clock, and rose with a yawn, exclaiming, " Hang it ! how deuced slow the time goes ! "What can a fellow do to amuse Himself ? " Turning to the table, he poured a glass of wine, held it up a moment between his eyes and the light, watching the beaded foam on the ruby wave, quaffed it off ; then thrust his feet firmly into his slippers, and, crossing the floor, seated himself at the piano and lightly dashed off a popular opera air which he hummed the while. Suddenly he broke off in the middle, wheeled round on the music stool, and going to a window drew aside the heavy cur- tains with one white hand, and looked out into the night. " Confound it ! how dark ! Black as Erebus ! and such a wet night, too ! Can't put a foot out doors ; nor will any of the club venture up here, I dare say. Were it not for the storm, I'd draw on a pair of new kids, order a carriage, and call on Jule ; but the most devoted lover couldn't find a shadow of excuse for stirring out such a night. So, I've nothing left but to take another smoke and go to bed ! " and he went back to his easy chair, replenished the bowl of his meerschaum, and sank into his old indolent attitude. Hardly had the smoke-wreaths begun to encircle his head, ere 34 PEACE: OR THE STOLEN WILL. a tap came at his door. The waiter put his head in, with " Mr. Golding, sir." "Ah, Hugh, my boy, you're as welcome as good old Rhenish ! " exclaimed Revere, starting up and welcoming the new comer with a cordial shake of the hand. " Fact is, I was getting deuced lonesome, just going to bed, for the want of somebody to talk to ; but I'm good for a brace of hours yet, old fellow ! Here, sit down ! " and he wheeled another luxuriant easy-chair toward the grate. " Take a smoke ? Prime Havanas, these, best brand ! " handing a silver cigar-case from the-man- tel. "Have a drink, too? Pure old Moselle!" and he poured a foaming glass. " Ah, thank you, Gus," drawled the new comer, sinking into the chair, after he had divested himself of a broadcloth circular from which the frozen snow melted in drops upon the thick car- pet. " Devilish cold night this, 'pon my word ! Takes the breath quite out of a fellow. Shouldn't have come out to-night, but a little business affair pressed me rather hard. Thought I'd come down and see what you'd do towards helping a fellow out of a tight place. The boys are all down on me ; not a red cent can be squeezed from their pockets. What's to be done in such a case, Gus ? " and, while comfortably settled in the depths of the arm-chair, his feet on the polished grate-fender, and sipping his wine leisurely as he awaited his companion's reply, we will take the liberty of surveying Hugh Golding's personale. He was probably the junior of Revere by two or three years, but more than his peer hi elegance of form and feature ; a slen- der, but well-knit frame, purely cut classical features, a pale, transparent complexion, whose clearness dissipation had little impaired, relieved by hah* and eyes of jetty blackness, going to make up his attractive physique. In character, he was the counterpart of his companion, with the exception that his refined PEACE: OR THE STOLEN WILL. 35 vices were the legitimate fruit of a youth of aristocratic idleness, rather than the cool, scheming plots of a hardened shiner. The only son of a rich merchant of Gotham of unimpeachable integ- rity and standing in the highest circles, Golding's youth had passed in a dream of luxurious ease ; nor did he ever find him- self in the least straitened for the means to sustain his idle, spendthrift life, until, during a severe mercantile crisis, his father went down in the crash, and, from being the "prospective heir of millions, he awoke to beggary. The stricken merchant, un- manned, buried his despair in the grave whither a paralytic stroke hurried him ; and the son, scorning honest labor, con- flicting as it did with his" ideas of respectability, fell in with a set of " fast " young men foremost among wfeom was the wily Revere, who resolved to take advantage of Golding's aris- tocratic connections to push his own way into society and thus he found a new way of coining money : by dice and cards. For five years their intimacy had remained unbroken ; and cer- tainly during that period the pupil had equalled, if not excelled, his master. Few imagined how, under Golding's smooth, care- ^less, gentleman-like exterior, lay strong passions, deep resolves, and a species of craftiness, which, for the lack of occasion, had never been developed ; yet, that he possessed* these attributes, let the sequel of his career show. As he sat there, carelessly sipping the sparkling wine and awaiting Revere's reply, you would not have thought a care or loss had ever disturbed his brain. ^ " Come, Gus," he said, putting down the glass and idly slip-- ping a splendid seal ring over the joint of his slender little fin- ger, " what say you ? Can you accommodate me with five thousand or so ? for I lost deucedly last night, to that French Count." " Five thousand dollars ! What the d ickens do you 36 PEACE : OE THE STOLEN WILL. mean ? " echoed Revere, in astonishment. " Why, my dear fel- low, you must be non compos a little touched here ! " tap- ping his forehead with his fore-finger. " I hav'nt five hundred at my disposal now ! Couldn't raise it, either ; for I've been confoundedly unlucky of late, and here I am at present, with my board bills accumulating, putting off " mine host " till something in the shape of a flat turns up at Delmonte's. Fact is, I doubt whether I can raise the needful for the bridal fixings, expenses of the journey, etc., when the wedding comes off. Deuced agreeable that, I say ; don't you ? But, ah ! I forgot that you're not posted yet, Hugh ! " " Wedding ! " echoed Golding, surprised in his turn, his cheek paling ; " Augustus Revere, you don't mean to tell me that that " his voice failed him. Revere smiled. " Yes, I do mean to say, that last night, at Dr. Hartwell's house, was a fortunate one for me. I flatter 1 myself that I am the accepted suitor of the handsomest, wealth- iest heiress of the Crescent City. In other words, your cousin, Julie Courtney, is my promised wife. Wish me joy of our future kinship, Hugh ! " and he held forth "his hand. " I see you are. somewhat surprised at this hasty and prosperous termination of my wooing ; but nothing like striking when the iron's hot, my dear fellow ! " Hugh Golding sprang up from his chair, and dashed aside the proffered hand. He strode the floor rapidly. His face was white as^marble ; a lurid glow burned in his midnight eyes ; he bit his lips till bloody foam flecked his gleaming teeth ; and his clenched fingers worked convulsively, burying their nails in his soft palms. There was a blending of anger, pride, and despair, chasing in rnpid waves over his features. Pygmalion's statue, suddenly wai-med into glowing, passionate life, was scarce a more wonderful transformation than this ; only that darker emotions PEACE I OB THE STOLEN WILL. 37 swept their tumultuous throes over Golding's face, which, turned from the fire-light, was partially concealed from his companion's gaze. But Revere saw something of his agitation. " What is the matter, Hugh ? You go on like a rejected lover ! What, not congratulate me ? A shabby trick, 'pon my word ! " There was a conflict, wild, terrible, but brief, in Golding's heart ; but when he turned his face to the light, there was no trace left save a slight paleness. Forcing a quick, nervous laugh, he came back and sat down ; and, leaning toward Revere, shook his hand. " I was foolish ; but it was such a surprise ! Upon my word, I did not know that you and Jule had got on so ! When does it come off ? " " I accompany her home in the latter part of February, to meet my future father-in-law ; and she will return as ' Mrs. Revere.' Sorry that I can't accommodate you regarding the money ; but you see how it is. I must husband my resources, else I shall not husband Jule in a hurry, I fear. Ha, ha ! no punning intended, my boy ! After all, it is something to place freedom beyond your reach, and put your head into the yoke in good earnest! But brides like Julie Courtney are not to be won every day. Splendid girl, isn't she, Golding ? I owe you an eternal debt of gratitude for the introduction.' " My cousin's wealth is not her only dowry. To win such a heart as hers is better than refined gold ! " replied the young man, with a dash of haughty enthusiasm. "All are not so favored. I wish you joy ! " he added, in a hard, bitter tone, choking som'ething rising in his throat. " But about the busi- ness " he went on in a changed voice. " The money must be raised. I could put the Count off, I suppose, for a month or 4 38 PEACE : OR THE STOLEN WILL. two, with my note and a good endorser. Let me have your name. 1 " " Five thousand ! It's too monstrous ! If it were a possible thing, Hugh;, but " " A possible thing ! " echoed Golding, sarcastically. " What can a few paltry thousands be to a gentleman of your expecta- tions ? A mere drop in the bucket ! Our ' East Indian uncle's heir' is getting parsimonious, I'm afraid." Revere caught the glance of keen, scrutinizing black eyes, bent upon him. Was he suspected? He coughed, shifted his position, and looked down in embarrassment. " Besides, there is a wealthy heiress in prospective, whom / helped you to, Augustus Revere. If / prove the villain whom your words seem to imply, think you my generous cousin Jule would begrudge so small a moiety from the yield of her cotton- fields as a purse of gold to her lord and master, wherewith to redeem his bond f But this is all folly ! I want your name, simply. Will you give it me ? " Revere still hung back. Evidently his faith in his compan- ion's words was small ; or he feared lest the knowledge that he was connected with any such business transaction with the well- known gambler, Count Le Vert, would reach the ears of his affiancee. The latter predominated. " If I were sure this would not come to Miss Courtney's knowledge. I must guard well my character in her eyes," he pleaded. " Your character ! " sneered Golding, with a withering glance of contempt. " Pshaw ! you talk of honor ! Why, Gus Revere, you know that, in one hour from now, I could place an insur- mountable barrier between your marriage with my cousin. Deny that, if you can ! You do well to guard your ' character ' now, at this late hour! We shall have you turning parson PEACE : OK THE STOLEN WILL. 89 directly, on oar hands ! But it will never do ! The fair Julie has too immaculate notions, to marry a man who has kept his mis " Revere started up. A flush crimsoned his cheek, and for a moment a shade of feeling quivered in his voice. " Hugh Golding, keep back that word ! You, of all men, know how I wronged that girl ; but you shall not taunt me with it, or apply such a name to her ! I am a villain ; I was fully sensible of that six months ago. I was a double villain before then, when I took the child and gave him into your keeping. I turn in your power ! Go to Dr. Hartwell's house, inquire for Miss Julie Courtney, and tell her what a saintly young gentle- man she has promised to marry ! " " Shall I take you at your word ? " queried Golding, coolly, starting up resolutely. "Just as you say about the matter. Good night ! " and he laid his hand on the door-knob. His audacious movement restored caution to Revere, who, in a momentary fit of affected abandonment to remorse, had over- acted his part. " Sit down, for God's sake, Hugh, and let us compromise this affair ! " " There is but one way of settling it, the way in which I have pointed out, your endorsement of the note ! Are you a fool, not to see what your best move is ? " Revere replied by bringing a writing-case from a cabinet, and placing it before his companion. " Write the note," he said. " Should it become impossible for you to meet it, I will befriend you, and with money of my own earning, too. The day that sees me return to New York a married man, sees me a reformed one. I will leave dice and cards, and engage in some honorable, lucrative mercantile em- ployment ; which example I recommend you to follow, Hugh." 40 PEACE : OR THE STOLEN WILL. Golding's lip curled. Balancing his pen lightly between his thumb and finger, he looked Revere sharply in the eye, and said: " I hold myself exceedingly grateful for your advice. I may accept it and I may not. But, Gus, you havn't fathomed me yet. I spoke of an obstacle to your marriage ; there is ,one, such as you never dreamed of, the knowledge of which I alone possess. And I might go to Julie to-night, and impart to her what would cause her to spurn you ! but I will not. Let the marriage go on. Will, perhaps Justice, must be subservient to my Necessity. This saves you, but it seals her fate ! " he mut- tered in a lower tone as he hastily dashed off the note and pushed it across the table. " This wonderful secret of which you affirm yourself sole pos- sessor, is necessarily a mystery to me," said Revere coldly, writing his name on the back of the note. " It will be well if it always remains so ; and indeed it depends wholly upon yourself," returned Golding, depositing the note in his pocket-book and taking his cloak and hat from the chair. " It is late ; I must go. I pledge you secrecy ; and wish you happiness in this glass of wine. Good night ! Yes, Julie Courtney, your fate is sealed" he murmured, almost sadly, as he gained the keen, cold outer air. " Poor Julie ! and yet how I have loved you ! " CHAPTER V. The snow had hegun in the gloaming, And busily all the night Had been heaping field and highway With a silence deep and white. LOWELL. His scorn is lying on my heart like snow ; My eyes are weary, and I fain would sleep ; The quietest sleep is underneath the ground. ALEXANDER SMITH. MORNING broke over Meadow Brook. The storm had passed. The air was clear as crystal, the sky darkly blue as steel ; and broken fleecy cloud-rifts, " like white lambs gone astray," wandered hither and thither over the azure field of heaven. The earth, like a fair bride, was attired in spotless white ; snow-clad hills, standing side by side, awaited the coming of the groom from the chambers of the East, while stately pines and firs those priests among trees, wifh gown and cassock always on with outstretched arms, seemed waiting to murmur the benediction. On meadow, pasture-land, and in the hollows, drifts, pure white and unflecked by a shadow even, lay unbroken ; the river in the valley wound like the trail of a dark serpent through the landscape ; low stone walls and fences went straggling hither and thither, their course unmarked, save where some topmost rail or stone projected ; sign-boards at cross-roads stood knee- deep in snow, their muffled arms stretched forth, as though, in imploring shelter, they had frozen stiff in their sentinel stations ; 4* (41) 42 PEACE : OB THE STOLEN WILL. and the forests drooped under their feathery tributes. And then, as the sun came from the orient begirt in robes of gold and fire, mounting higher, and the morning deepened, then commenced country sights and sounds. First, a fault thread of smoke which had coiled close to some chimney-top, shivering in the dim, cold air of the gray dawn, rose slowly upward, grew fainter and thinner, till lost in the blue ; then from every chimney in Meadow Brook graceful wreathing columns floated away in rapidly whirling lines. " Chanticleer's muffled crow " came from barn-yards and sheds, echoing out in choruses, until one shrill, defiant scream rose high above all others ; the bleating of sheep and lowing of cattle deepened ; stately watch-dogs, uttered their deep-mouthed bark ; frisky terriers leaped about in the soft snow with quick, sharp cries ; or some venturesome, frolicking kitten, first peeping tim- idly from a half-opened farm-house door, cautiously ventured out, leaving quaintest, cunningest little tracks in the yielding white carpet, until she was glad to return to the blazing hearth- stone whence she ventured, and, drying her velvet paws, snug- gled down in the warmest corner. Then the stout farmer, with furred cap and thick mittens, came out and burrowed his way to the long barn, whence, after " foddering " his cattle, he returned, shovelMng a wide path to the house-door. Little girls were content with peeping from windows, melting the frost from the panes with their warm breath, or scratching it away with their fat fingers, demolishing all Jack Frost's cunningly pencilled devices, tree, shrub, flower, castle, tower and turret, while their chubby brothers jumped about and halloed, blinding one another with handfuls of loose snow. Then perhaps Ned caught Dick by the collar, and rolled him over into a deep drift, from whence said Dick soon emerged shaking himself like a young cub, though, what PEACE: OR THE STOLEN WILL. 43 with the cold, and his anger which would certainly have pro- voked a passion of tears but for his prideful wish to "be a man," his round cheeks glowed very red. And so it continued, until a comely-faced woman, with ample checked aprtm, appeared in the door-way with a summons to breakfast. But, after smoking corn cakes and steaming coffee are des- patched, behold them forth again' ! Huge sleds, drawn by yokes of patient oxen, are piloted out into the highway ; the farmer wading knee-deep in the drifts alongside, and flourishing his goad over " Buck," or " Star," or " Bright," while his boys pile upon the sleds, and the great oxen plough their way steadily forward to " break odt the roads." In a few hours more, the highway partially trodden, sleigh-bells chime on the air, at first faintly, then faster and nearer, as some dashing young farmer whirls furiously past- in a gayly painted cutter behind his fastest nag. Old, steady, jog-trotting horses, harnessed into sleighs roomy as a bed-room, and suggestive of Noah's ark, are led close to farm-house doors, whence issue a squadron of chil- dren, all eager for a sleigh-ride ; Charlie or Frank insisting " to drive," while little Bessie, tucked away into the middle of the back seat, with a nice quilted hood and grandmother's shawl on, puts forth her mittened hands, beseeching to " hold the reins." And so away they go, not fast or furious, though ; for old Dob- bin is the staidest of animals, and wouldn't overturn his precious load for worlds (of oats) not he ! And later, when the sun stands high and warm, shining dazzlingly all over the brilliant white landscape, great sleds laden with wood for the market come, creaking, creaking, along the hardened highway ; and more teams dash by, the bells jingling merrily. And so at length, the whole country is awakened to fullest life and activity. But, all this time, how was it at the farm-house on the Kidge? 44 PEACE : OR THE STOLEN WILL. Ah, no rejoicing there ! and but little token of life where there was ordinarily a stir at earliest, daybreak ! True, the white smoke was curling up from the broad stacked chimney at the first streak of daylight ; for the fire on the kitchen hearth had not died out all the night. But there was no nice, widely- shovelled path from the door; the patient kine in their stalls had not been fed; Dr. Harris's yellow sleigh was under the shed, and his horse stood with drooping head under the ample buffalo robe. The old doctor himself was in the farm-house, where Nurse Dean went fro'm bed-room to kitchen, and kitchen to bed-room, with soft footsteps and hushed whispers ; while Reuben sat crouched down in the corner of the wide chimney- place, with his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands, taking no heed of the flight of time or any movement about him. There had he sat all the long night ; there he sat, as the dim winter's dawn broke in utter silence. All night, too, had Patience, forgetting her hoarded resent- ment, busied herself with tearful eyes and willing hands, to aid the sufferer who lay at Death's door before her. When morning dawned, a little feeble cry sounded from the bed-room the tiny wail of a being just ushered into a world of care, and sin, and suffering and a new life was under the old farm-house roof. But it was a life which must cost another, a soul for which the mother's must be rendered ; for, ere the sun had fairly entered on his upward career, the doctor, coming forth from the bed-room, walked across the kitchen floor, put his hand on Reuben's shoulder, and saicty in a kindly whisper : " Rouse up, Reuben. She has revived a little, and asks for you. Go to her ; for she can't last long ! " Mute and pale, with compressed lips, Reuben rose and went in. Mrs. Dean .came forth as he entered, and left him alone with Patience and the dying girl. His sister sat beside the PEACE : OB THE STOLEN WILL. 45 hearth, holding the new-born infant in her arms. Looking then upon her face, one would scarcely have known it for the hard, cold face of the previous night ; for a tender compassion had soft- ened and beautified every feature, and beamed from her clear, dark eyes. Reuben's eyes were bright and dry. He could not have shed a tear for his life ; his head throbbed with a dull, heavy pain ; his step was sluggish, as he went slowly toward the bed. It was a very wan face upon the pillow ; so white, that it might have seemed a statue's but for the faint quiver of the thin nostrils, and the almost transparent eyelids. The long waxen fingers worked convulsively together over the coverlet. At length she half closed her eyes, and murmured feebly : " Reuben, Reu- ben ! wont he come ? " she added despairingly. The strong man bent over her, and lifted one pale, cold, clam- my hand. "Mary!" It was all he said, but it was enough. It dissolved the icy chill freezing his own heart. A few scalding tears rolled down his furrowed cheeks, and dropped upon her hand. " Reuben," and the girl opened her violet eyes, where the death-shadows were fast gathering, and cast a beseeching glance upon him, clasping her other hand over his " Reuben, forgive, forgive ! Only say it ! " "Mary Halpine, you wronged me deeply, you touched my heart in a tender spot ; but in an hour like this it is not for one mortal to withhold forgiveness from another. I forgive you, as I hope to be forgiven by Him in whose sight we are all sinners." And he bent his lips to the cold hands clasped about his. " God will bless you for this when I am gone. You have been kinder to me than he for whom I threw away your strong true heart was. Oh, Reuben, I was very, very wicked ! " she sobbed faintly. 46 PEACE: OB THE STOLEN WILL. Patience stepped to the bedside, with the babe in her arms. Her voice quivered as she said : " There, there, Mary ; don't talk of that ! It's all over now, and can't be helped. Don't say another word there, don't ! The poor girl lay very still ; but a grateM smile trembled about her lips, while Patience sank down on a low chair hugging the baby to her bosom, and Reuben still held the hands that were getting colder. No sound broke the silence except their breathings, and the ticking of the old clock outside in the kitchen. The room was filled with a dim twilight, for the can- dles had burned low, and the drawn curtains excluded the day- light ; yet the gloom could not hide the fast-increasing pallor of the dying girl's face, the strange shadows deepening over it ; the fluttering, convulsive throes of the white throat, the tossings of the golden head to and fro on the pillows, and the rapid work- ing of her fingers tightening over Reuben's hand. Suddenly she withdrew their clasp; stretched forth her hands appealingly; and, unclosing her eyes lit up by a gleam of unearthly brilliancy, turned their wandering gaze about the room until they fell on Patience. " My baby bring me my baby ! " she moaned. Patience rose and laid it on the pillow close by the mother's face. Mary clasped it convulsively, and drew its little cheek close to her own with a caressing movement. " Poor darling ! poor baby ! " she murmured, the tears rush- ing into her eyes. " I wish you could die, too, and be laid to sleep on your mother's bosom. Nobody wants you, my poor baby nobody wants the child of shame ! " and with her dying strength, kissing it again and again, she hugged it to her bosom. Then, exhausted, she let it fall from her arms. Patience gently replaced the babe on the pillow, then turned away to wipe her eyes with the corner of her checked apron. PEACE: OR THE STOLEN WILL. 47 Reuben bent over the dying girl, and whispered, huskily, " Mary, fear not ! your child shall never want a father ! " " Nor a mother, either, while Patience Wedgewood lives ! " said the weeping woman, coming forward and taking up the thir cold hand from the coverlet, and pressing it between her own. " Mary Halpine, these five years, since you went off and left Reuben so wretched like, I have been nursing up wrath against you ; but the Lord in His own way, has softened my heart at last. It'll be a lesson to me. "We're all poor sinful creeters ; and 't isn't for either of us to set ourselves up above another and say, ' I'm better than you ! ' It wasn't right of you to treat Reuben in the way you did, but the Lord permitted it, and what He ordains is always for the best. Poor short-sighted creeters, we're too ^ipt to question His will. But it's all past and gone now ; and no doubt you repented long ago ; so don't you want that poor innocent baby to die for fear nobody'd be raised up to take care of her, for I tell you she shall never go from under this ruff if you'll give her to us." A grateful smile hovered over the dying girl's face, and her lip quivered as she turned to look upon the babe beside her. Reuben stooped down and whispered, "Yes, Mary, give us your child. It shall be to us as our own. But will nobody come to claim her ? Is he living ? " " Yes," faintly murmured the poor girl, striving to crush her tears ; he is living but he wont want her. It is months since we parted. If he spurned the mother, he will not seek the child. She is yours." Then, after lying still and exhausted a few moments, she whispered brokenly : " I have been very wicked, but God has been good to me. He sent me here ; I know it now ; I do not fear now to leave my baby ; you will take better care of her than I could. If she lives to grow up, 48 PEACE : OR THE STOLEN WILL. tell her about her mother. Patience, you may have her now" and she essayed to place her in her arms. Patience bent down, kissed her cold forehead, then lifted her legacy to her b.osom. The dying mother smiled, and whispered, " Peace, peace I feel it now. Call my baby so, Patience. She has brought peace between us, has she not ? " and she threw a quick, eager glance from her face to Reuben's, " Name my baby Peace." I * ; " Yes, Mary," replied the farmer, in a husky voice. After a few moments, he asked, " Mary, are you his wife ? " A low moan broke from her pale lips. "I thought so God is my witness, I thought so. All those years I was very happy, till the time came when I knew ! I knew " ! But the blush which crept over her white fape, till it died in the masses of golden hair on her forehead, told what she could not utter. She lay with closed eyes, and great tears coursing silently down her cheeks ; and Reuben's teeth were hard set, and his breathing was thick and gasping as he stood by the bedside. Then she raised her hands to a little gold chain on her neck. But her fingers failed her. Patience laid the babe down, and stooped to unclasp a locket from the chairt. It yielded to the pressure of her fingers ; she touched a spring, and placed the opened locket in Mary's hand. There were two faces painted on the ivory ; one, that of the dying girl on the pillow, every linea- ment beaming with health and beauty ; the other, the hand- some, manly-looking, but treacherous semblance of him who had lured her to her ruin. Mary Halpine looked at it long and earnestly, pressed it passionately to her lips, then placed it in Reuben's hand : " Keep it for my baby. Some day show her the faces of her mother and her father ! " Then, wholly exhausted, she sunk back. PEACE : OB THE STOLEN WILL. 49 At length the last moment came ; and when, hovering on the verge of the Silent Land, the dying lamp of Memory flashed fit- fully, she uttered rapidly and incoherently, words it thrilled her listeners to hear. Nervously working, her fingers over the coverlet, fixing her large blue eyes on vacancy as if she saw a form and face they could not see, she said thrillingly, in a beseeching voice : " Augustus, Augustus, don't ask me ! I am to be Reuben's wife. Don't you know they are getting ready for me at the Ridge? There, hark! the bells!" gazing wildly up into Reuben's face. " Wedding, bells ? No, they are tolling for my darling's funeral ! Did he die t They said he was lost drowned in the deep waters ! " and she clutched strongly at his hands. " Do you believe my darling died ? No ; they did * not bury him under the willows, I couldn't find him there ! I only found a longer grave all covered with snow. They ,said it was my mother's ! that I killed her ! But they lied ; they cheated me ! Mary always loved her mother too well to let her die ! Now let us go home. I want to go jto the old cottage- home and find her. Why don't you help me go and find my mother ? You cruel, 'cruel man, you keep me here ! I will go ! " and she started upright in bed and strove to break from Reuben's hold. Then she fell back with a gasping moan. The death-shadows were deepening. " But I can't go ! The snow is deep ! so deep ! I sink ! it drifts all over me ! 'Twill freeze my baby ! There, hush, hush ! poor baby ! It sha'n't touch you the cold, cruel snow ! Mother will keep you warm*! " and she hugged it tightly to her bosom. Suddenly the last change came. The grasp of her arms re- laxed ; the babe fell back on the pillows, to be gathered to a mother's breast no more. The spasmodic strength of the dying 5 50 PEACE: OK THE STOLEN WILL. departed ; Death no longer lingered, but with one wave of his heavy sable wings settled down over her. " It is dark and cold," she gasped, chokingly. " O, the snow ! it covers it stifles me ! Take me away f Augustus Reu- ben lift me lift me higher ! therej it is warm now, and clear ! I can find my way ! " and the golden head which the strong man had drawn to his shoulder fell heavily against his breast, the pale eyelids drooped, the breath went fluttering from her white lips, and it was over ! Mary Halpine had gone gone to " find the way ! " Gone to His bosom who would not cast her out to sheltering arms that would nevermore be unloosened where, thenceforth, there was neither unkindness, nor sorrow, nor weeping, nor any more sin! Two days after, the drifted snows were broken, and the frozen sods upturned in the grave-yard on Wood Hill ; and there was a funeral at the farm-house at the Ridge. Reuben and Patience went first behind the bier whereon lay a slender coffin draped with a black pall ; and a little train of neighbors, foremost among whom was Doctor Harris, wound slowly to the spot where they laid Mary Halpine down to rest. They lowered the coffin, and then the sexton filled in the frozen clods and levelled the snow all over the grave with his spade. But there was another grave made that day in Reuben Wedge- wood's heart, where he had buried memories no hand could henceforth stir. And then the procession wound back to the farm-house and dispersed, a few kind, motherly women lingering to hold the little orphan, and talk over the sad story of the buried mother ; and, as Patience sat with them by the fire, Reuben lay upon his bed in his own room, with shut eyes, striving to shut Memory also from his heart. PEACE: OR THE STOLEN WILL. 51 But there was neither memory nor regret in the pulseless heart of cold, dead Mary Halpine, in her grave beneath the snows on Wood Hill ! Truly, for her : " The quietest sleep was underneath the ground." CHAPTER VI. Her childhood put away, She doth maintain her womanhood, in vowing love to-day. O, lovely lady ! let her vow ! such lips become such vows ! And fairer goeth bridal-wreath than crown with vernal brows ! MRS. BEOWNING. " MY wedding morning ! " and Julie Courtney drew aside the folds of gossamer embr gone, it'll be lonesome for you ; and if Reuben gets somebody to take care o' things, a housekeeper, to fill v my place," and here the old lady's voice broke down, " if it should happen so, by and by maybe, he'll be willin' to part with you a little while ; and then you can go away to school." "But I don't want to go to school!* I wont leave Uncle Reuben ! " and Peace sobbed afresh. " I never'll go away and leave him ! " "Hush, darlin' ! You needn't go away unless Reuben's will- ing, and you want to ; but you wont always be a little girl, and, when you grow up, I want you to know more'n poor old Aunt Patience ever did. People thought more o' work than books when I was young ; but I want you te have a good eddication. Sometime, maybe, you'll get tired o' stayin' at home ; and then, if you have book larnin', you can go away and keep school, or do something else. Young folks likes to be independent, and airn something for themselves, even if there's no need on't ; and so, thinks I long ago, even though we shall always treat you as our own child, and some day the property'll go to you, yet p'raps you'd see it in the same light. So you see that's what I saved up this for. Farmin' folks don't often have ready money by 'em ; but when we got the place paid up for, Reuben and I I kept on spinnin' and weavin' 'cause I got in the way on't, and laid by my airnin's, for I'd no use for 'em myself. Poor little lame Katy ! she was dead ; and I don't know as I should a had heart to work, or anythin', but, somehow, it seemed to me then that the Lord would fill her place. And He did : He sent you ; and then I felt as if I'd got somebody to live and work for. And I believe it was the best way, too. The Lord puts every- body on the airth to be busy. some one thing, and some an- other ; some to get married, and have happy families grow up PEACE : OR THE STOLEN WILL. 81 about 'em, and some to live lonely, desolate lives," and in that moment the pale old lady thought of the desolation of her own loveless years, " but, after all, His way is best. Maybe, if I'd had a house and home and chiPlen of my own, I should a forgot my duty to you, brother, and to poor lame Katy. I've tried hard to be a good sister to you, and p'raps I haven't wholly failed have I, Reuben ? The best fall short sometimes. I know you'll miss me ; and you wont forget me ! " she added with glistening eyes. " But there ! I wont dwell on that. I want to talk about Peace. By and by she'll get beyond the district school ; and then she'd better go over to Nortlifield to the Semi- nary. That's what I saved this for. Here, Reuben, take it, and lay it away for that. There's jest three hundred dollars, all aimed with my own hands, at the wheel and the loom, and in the dairy ; and it must eddicate Peace. I hope you'll be a good child to Reuben, dear ! You'll be all he has to comfort him ; you always was a comfort ; and then you're the picture of your mother ! poor Mary ! " but here she suddenly checked herself. Those two words, "Your mother," and the connection in which Aunt Patience had spoken them, thrilled Peace's heart, fired the train of imagination, and a new thought flashed like lightning on her brain. The story of her birth, so far as the fact that her mother, dying, had bequeathed her to her kind protectors' care, had never been withheld from her ; for Patience and Reuben had wisely decided not to bring her up in entire ignorance of it ; but there were passages in Mary Halpine's life which had never been imparted to her child. Yet many a tune had she won- dered why, when looking upon the miniature and asking if her mother were indeed beautiful as the face pictured there, Uncle Reuben's .eyes suddenly filled with tears, or, when she spoke of her father, Aunt Patience maintained silence or skilfully evaded 82 PEACE: OR THE STOLEN WILL. direct replies. But now, in those spoken words from the sick woman's lips, and glancing up suddenly to see a quick, sharp pang shiver Reuben's frame, that lightning flash of intelligence irradiated the obscurity. She crept close to his side, wound her arms about his neck, and whispered, "My mother! Did she do anything ? What was she to you, Uncle Reuben ? " The man's arms tightened about the girl, and he bowed his head on her sunny curls. In a choking voice, he whispered, " Not much, Peace ; only I loved her more than you can think, and she promised she promised " but he could not go on. With the quick instinct of dawning- womanhood, Peace under- stood it all. " And did she do wrong ? did she forget you ? " she asked. " She left me for another. It was one week, only, before she was to have been my wife. He who made her forget her prom- ises was your father." " Uncle Reuben, I know now why you never have spoken to me of him ! Was he a good man, or was he wicked ? Tell me ! I will know ! " and Peace grasped his hands beseechingly. " Peace," 'said Reuben, slowly, " because he was your father, I have never spoken ill of him ; but I am afraid he was an evil man. But let us not talk of it now, my child." " But I must ! dear, good uncle, let me, please ! You don't know how I've thought about it, and wanted to ask you, but never dared. But tell me all now. Was he wicked and cruel to my mother ? And why did she come here to die ? " With flushed cheek Peace threw back the curls from her tear-stained face, and stood before him, awaiting an answer. Reuben drew her head caressingly to his breast. " My child, I never meant you should know this. It was not your mother's fault, I suppose, if she loved another better than me. Had she asked me, I would have. freed her; but the stroke PEACE: OR THE STOLEN WILL. 83 was sudden, and hard to bear. And then, when she came back to die alone " " But where was my father then 1 You do not tell me ! Was he" dead ? He didn't let her come back to die all alone, uncle ? " and Peace burst into tears, and sank into Reuben's arms. " Peace, he was not dead. He sent your mother away from him. He was very wicked." " And now ? " The girl stood upright, her young face very pale. " He is dead now ? " " I do not know ; we never heard so," replied Reuben. "Oh, I wish you had said he was dead !," sobbed Peace, pas- sionately. " I do ! I do ! I'd rather you'd said that ! I always thought that ! I didn't know my father had forgotten me all my life thirteen years ! Uncle Reuben, wont he come some day here ? Do you think he meant my beautiful mother to come here and die ? Wont he come after me ? " "No,^no, my child," replied Reuben Wedgewood, for he knew what that pure, innocent child could not know, how the gayj dissolute man of the world never seeks again the flowers his foot has crushed in his pathway, "I fear not, Peace. Perhaps he did not know whither Mary came. I don't think he did. She had wandered far before she sought us." " Then, if he will not come to me, I must go to him ! " There was the wildest excitement in the young girl's manner. Her lips and cheeks blazed with crimson ; her eyes looked darkly brilliant ; her feet had gained the door. Reuben stretched forth his arms. " Peace, Peace, where are you going ? Where would you find this man ? For thirteen years you have been our child, and he has never come to claim you. If living, he will never come ; if dead, he cannot. Come back ! Do you want to leave us ? Will you go away and leave Patience now ? " 84 PEACE: OR THE STOLEN WILL. * Peace b*urst into tears a wild, passionate fit of weeping. She went back and kissed Reuben; then crept upon the bed and laid her flushed cheek softly against the pale, withered one on the pillow. "Forgive me, please, Aunt Patience. I wouldn't go away from you for worlds and worlds. But it does seem so hard to think that my own father may be somewhere, perhaps not very far off, and he will not come to see his child ! Oh, if he 'would come, I know he would love me, and let me make him good ! I would ask him all, all about my beautiful mother. Aunty, how old was my mother when she died ? " " Twenty-three," whispered Patience. " Ten years older than I. It was not so very old, was it, aunty?" " No ! young enough ! too young to die so ! But it was God's will, darlin' ! There ! don't talk any more now : you will get sick. P'raps you'd better go out : I guess I could sleep a little." Peace laid her arm over Aunt Patience's neck a moment, kissed her, then rose. " I did not mean to worry you, aunty ; I am sorry." Then, drawing the curtain closer over the west window, smoothing the pillows arid nicely adjusting the coverlet, she 'stood a moment at the bedside. " That's a dear ! There ! let me kiss you once. Now go out with Reuben into the kitchen. Leave the door ajar : I'll speak when I wake up. You've got the money, Reuben ? " "Yes, Patience." " Well, put it by for Peace. Go now, brother : I shall go to sleep." Mr. "Wedgewood and Peace went out from the darkened room together, the one to sit oh the threshold of the open door in PEACE : OB THE STOLEN WILL. 85 the soft falling twilight, endeavoring to nerve his saddened heart for the trial he knew was fast approaching the separation from his faithful sister ; and the other, in her little chamber, to look with tearful eyes on the little golden locket whence smiled into her own her mother's eyes, and, alas that their gaze had been the reflex of a treacherous heart her father's ! And so two hours went by; the sun went down behind the western hills, clouds of gold, crimson and amber skirting his path ; the skies darkened with thick twilight shadows ; then the new moon hung her silver crescent aloft over the forests, and one bright star came out to keep watch above the graves on Wood Hill whither Reuben's eye turned oft in the gloaming. And then was heard Chip's cheerful chirrup and whistle as he came late from the pasture with the cows ; and old Hannah Ward, Reuben's cousin and nearest relative who had been hired at the farm-house during Patience's illness, came up from the milking with foaming pails and went through the long kitchen with heavy steps, then carried the milk pans down into the cellar dairy ; Cliip lounged about the yard, now sitting a few moments perched on the topmost rail of the barnyard fence, or stroking the head of the black cow, with whom, latterly, he had been on the best terms, inasmuch as she seemed to have forgotten her breachy propensities, and who now stood quietly chewing her cud and rubbing her neck against the bars ; by and by a whip-poor-will struck up his plaintive lonely cry in the grove behind the house, then the hoarse croaking of frogs came up from the marshes ; a toad hopped out from among the rose-bushes by the door and sat down, blinking its eyes with a lazy and very much-at-home air, close to Reuben's foot on the flat door-step ; then the old gray cat crept along with a purr, quite unmindful of Bruno who lay with shaggy head between his forepaws across the threshold ; the scent of sweet peas, southern wood, and mint, came from the 8 86 PEACE : OB THE STOLEN WILL. garden ; and a low, deep, drowsy murmur, like the voice of the distant sea, mingled with the sighing breath of the tall poplars above the roof, swaying Reuben's thoughts to a dreamy repose. And later, when the night had fairly settled down, the moon stood larger and higher above the trees, and the star over Wood Hill was not alone in its tender vigil ; when no sound was heard within the farm-house but the steady tick, tick, of the old clock, and the tramp, tramp, of Hannah Ward's thick shoes as she went to and fro about her work then Reuben arose and went in, meeting little Peace just coming from the bedroom. " How long Aunt Patience sleeps ! " she said, following him in again, and looping aside the curtain from the window. A slant ray of moonlight fell on one hand which lay, white and listless, down the bedside. Reuben lifted it : it was cold as ice ! Then another and brighter ray fell athwart her face a face, so white, so rigid in its repose, that the brother knew, ere he bent his lips to the sleeper's icy breathless ones, that One had been there before him chilling that wrinkled forehead, sealing those aged eyes, sharpening every pale feature with his stern finger even Azrael, the angel of Death ! Yes, Patience Wedgewood was dead ! Silently and sweetly, as an infant lapses into slumberj had she yielded her breath ; and though every other feature wore the rigid impress of the death-seal, yet about her lips even while that lonely saddened man stood mute beside her seemed to grow a soft, tender, youthful smile that faint, undefipable, but beautiful smile which is often seen hovering on the faces of the dead ! And then Reuben knew that the angel who led forth her spirit from its earth-worn tenement, in passing the gates of the Celestial City, had held to her lips the cup t>f Eternal Youth. Thank God, there are no wrinkled brows, gray hairs, dimmed eyes, palsied feet, broken vows, desolate hearts, in heaven ! CHAPTER X. Childe Harold was he hight: bat whence his name And lineage long, it suits me not to say. BYBOH. "JASPER, two gentlemen down in the parlor to see you; met 'em coming up the walk," said Philip Reade, entering his room at " Talbot Hall " one fine summer afternoon where his chum sat with his feet on the table and chair tipped back against the wall, deep in the mysteries of Sophocles' Greek Grammar. The student addressed a handsome, manly looking lad of some sixteen years tossed down his book, sprang to his feet, flung his dressing-gown upon the bed and drew on a neat fitting sack of blue cassimere, took a hasty survey of his person in the glass smoothing down his Byronical collar and running his fingers through the thick brown curls clustering over his damp white forehead, then left the room. " "Wonder who the dickens they are ? " he murmured, skipping down the staircase. Upon entering the boarding-house parlor, he saw the profile face of a handsome middle-aged stranger standing at a distant window apparently surveying the grounds without ; and a tall, dark-eyed man, rising from a seat near the door, advanced with a cheerful " How are you, Jasper ? " and outstretched hands. The boy's face brightened with pleasure and recognition. " Aha, Mr. Golding, my guardian ! what good fortune brings you here ? When did you leave New York, sir ? " (87) 8S PEACE : OR THE STOLEN WILL. Then while he wrung the proffered hand, his eye glanced to the stranger who had started suddenly at the first sound of the youth's voice, and, as by some impulse he could not restrain, taken a sudden step toward him, then stopped short. " Ah, that's right, Revere ! Come here ! This is the boy of whom you've heard me speak so often. A fine lad, isn't he, Jasper ? " and turning to the youth, a strange cynical smile passed unobserved over Hugh Golding's features. "Jasper, I have told this gentleman so much concerning you that his interest is 'almost fatherly. There, give your hand to him. Mr. Revere, my adopted son, Jasper Golding ! " The hand that met the youth's trembled, and a visible flush went over Mr. Revere's cheek, but he uttered a few common place words of greeting, then retired to the window again ; though from time to time Jasper caught the earnest glance of his eyes ; glances which somehow seemed strangely familiar to him. For a moment he tried to remember where he had met them before. Confused thoughts whirled through, his brain, but he could not disentangle them ; and starting from his reverie, he repeated his question to his guardian. " When did you leave New York, sir ? " " Three days ago, my friend and I. Business detained us in Boston ; and I proposed running do*wn to your quiet classical town and giving you a surprise. But I didn't expect to find such a tall manly fellow. When I placed you here on going abroad, you were a mere boy ; let's see three years ago ! They've changed you wonderfully : three more will make a man of you, if you keep on growing at this rate. Revere," turning suddenly to the man at the window with a look of intel- ligence. " You've got a son about this young gentleman's age I Re- sembles him somewhat, don't he ? " PEACE : OR THE STOLEN WILL. 89 Mr. Eevere's face paled, and an almost imploring look gleam- ed from his eyes. Then he answered in a firm low voice, " Yes Golding, my son is like him very like him ! " Golding turned back" carelessly and continued his conversa- tion with Jasper, who said in reply to Mr. Revere's remark, " Here, they take me to- be older than sixteen," and indeed, with his tall, well-knitted form, open manly face, expansive fore- head where intellect had placed its seal, and frank manliness of deportment, the youth seemed full two years older. " Well, and what's your next move, Jasper ? About through here, aren't you ? I think your last letter came to me in Paris ; said your course was finished this year ? " " Yes sir, this term closes it. I can remain another year and enter College Sophomore, or leave now with the Senior Class. I think I'd rather go with the class, though : a dozen of the boys will enter Freshys. Had'nt I better go up to Harvard when the term's up ; that's in six weeks more; and get admitted? I'm ambitious to get on, sir ! " " Yes, certainly ! if you think you'll pass examination, go by all means ; for you must be tired of this moping country town. Devilish dull ain't it ? You'll see life at Cambridge, plenty of city amusements close by, to drive away the blues. Hang it ! I don't believe in this monastic seclusion. You're old enough now to begin to see the world, my boy ! Is'nt that your opinion. Revere ? " carelessly appealing to his companion. " Certainly ; you know I always coincide with you," replied Revere with a short nervous.laugh. " Let the lad see life, by all means. College life, in the tempting vicinity of a city, is a good school for youth." Jasper looked at the speaker, doubting whether the latter words were uttered in good faith or with a covert sneer ; but he read nothing on his impassive face. 8* 90 PEACE : OE THE STOLEN WILL. " Let me see your term bills," said Golding. " I have re- ceived none for the last year." " They were not forwarded. I will get them in a moment," and leaving the parlor, Jasper lightly ran up to his room. " Good ! " he cried to his chum. " Mr. Golding that's my guardian, down stairs has consented. I shall go to Cambridge with the rest of the boys. Wants to see my term bills. Where the deuce are the credentials ? Botheration ! a fellow never can find anything when he's in a hurry ! " and he rummaged in the depths of a trunk. " Ah, I have 'em ! " and taking them from the leaves of a portfolio, he sprang to his feet. " Here, stop a moment, Jasp ! Put in a word, will you, about going home with me this vacation ? We'll have such capi- tal times ! Louis Rowland he's my cousin, and a Soph, at Harvard lives in New York he's coming to spend a month with brother Fred. Cousin Qrah, too, she's a splendid girl, I tell you, Jasp ! full of fun and spirit she'll be out of boarding- school then and always spends her summer vacations at our farm. Such gunning, riding, fishing, picnics ! Don't forget it, Jasper ! But look here ! which of those gentlemen is your guardian ? The shorter one, I take it he's your uncle, per- haps ? you look like him I noticed that, when he came up the walk. You've got his hair and eyes ! " " No, Phil.," replied Jasper pausing with his hand on the door knob. " You're mistaken. I hav'nt a relative in the world that I know of. This gentleman was a stranger to me until to-day, when he accompanied by guardian* here. Mr. Golding is the other one black eyes and hair foreign looking just re- turned from Europe. He adopted me in my infancy, taking me from the deck of a burning steamer where my parents were both lost But to tell' the truth it struck me at first, that, somewhere, I'd seen this Mr. Revere." PEACE: OR THE STOLEN WILL. 91 " Mr. Revere ? " echoed Philip Reade. " From New York city?" . "Yes." " I've seen him there then, when I was at Uncle Rowland's. He's of the firm of ' Revere, Stone and Co., Importers,' one of the wealthiest merchants of New York. I knew his face was familiar still, I think you look like him. Perhaps you've seen him in New York, too ? " "No, I never was there," replied Jasper. "Mr. Golding's business takes him to other cities a great deal, and I was brought up at a select boys' school in Connecticut before I came here, always boarding in the tutor's family. Mr. Golding came to see me there every year till I was placed here, and he went to Europe. It must have been a fancy, that I'd seen Mr. Revere before to-day. But I must go down." Meantime, a little episode had passed between the two gen- tlemen in the parlor. " Good God, Golding ! " exclaimed Augustus Revere rapidly and passionately, pacing the floor excitedly as the youth's foot- steps died along the hall, " How could you be so cool ? I have had a hard battle of it. I shall betray myself ! " " And risk all ! " sneered Golding keenly watching him. " Will you undo the work of sixteen years ? Don't be a fool, Revere ! I foresaw that something of this kind would occur when you insisted upon accompanying me here. And yet, why should I try to prevent it ? After all, what is it to me, if a man chooses to ruin himself ? I have served your interests faithfully for sixteen years you can set me aside now, if you choose." " Served my interests ? Aye, so you have ! but at my ex- pense, too," muttered Mr. Revere bitterly, turning away and pacing the floor in agitation. " A disinterested friend, forsooth ! " 92 PEACE : OB THE STOLEN WILL. " Yes, you can acknowledge the boy ! No doubt Mrs. Revere would be glad to welcome him home. It will be a pleasant surprise to her ! I wash my hands of the whole affair," said Golding sneeringiy. Revere bit his lip. " You are pleased to be sarcastic, Hugh. I am fully sensible that prudence, interest, everything, demand silence on my part ; but I tell you I did not imagine the sight of that boy would affect me so. So much like her, too ! Let us get away from here, for God's sake, or I shall go mad ! " " Certainly, I will not detain you long. It is best we should go. Hush ! here he comes. Be careful ! I saw him eye you sharply." Jasper entered with the desired papers bills of his schol- arship and standing for the previous year at the Academy. " Good ! " exclaimed Golding, nodding his head approvingly as he glanced them over. " Greek Latin Declamation highest marks, I see. This speaks of application and talent. Well, you'd better go up to Harvard. And now, what's to be done with you this long summer vacation ? Unfortunately, business calls me to Cincinnati and western cities for three months to come, so I cannot take you to New York as -I had anticipated. It's rather a hard case, Revere," turning where he stood pale and listless by the window "-Here am I, with this fine fellow on my hands," familiarly patting Jasper on his shoul- der, "and neither house or home to take him to. Faith, I oughtn't to have been a bachelor ! I've half a mind to get a wife, if for no other purpose than for the sake of having a home to invite him to. It's too bad, Jasper! You wont want to stay here to get the blues in this dull country town ; nor will you care to go back to your quondam tutor's will you, my boy ? " Jasper smiled. Here was the very opening he sought. He said quickly PEACE : OR THE STOLEN WILL. 93 " Capital ! It couldn't have happened more opportunely your journey, I mean, sir for you see Phil. Reade has been teasing me to go home with him into the interior of Massachu- setts. He's planning all sorts of excursions boating, gunning, riding. It is dull enough here vacations, after all the boys are gone. I should like to go with Phil., sir ! " " Well, I must confess to being greatly obliged to your good friend Phil.," replied Golding. " Yes, accept his invitation by all means. Enjoy your vacation in any way you please. Is your friend well off ? If not, mind and foot the bills," drawing forth his pocket-book. " I can afford to spare you a trifle, having lately been extra fortunate in some business transactions," and he handed Jasper a roll of bills " and now, I suppose,* as you're determined to become a collegian, I must rise on your quarterly remittances, hey ? " " Thank you," said Jasper placing the bills in his porte- monnaie, " if the boys of the Senior Class don't have a jollifica- tion at my expense the last night .of the term, then may I never see the classic halls- of old Harvard that's all! As for my remittances, of course I shouldn't object to their being increased, as my dignity ahem ! " and he pulled up his Byronical collar with an assumption of manhood " will need sustaining. And then, they play off such tricks on the Freshys at college, too ! I shall want to treat 'em all to the best old Havanas, when they come to my room to smoke me out. A few more X's wont go amiss, sir ! " "No, I should suppose not," replied the guardian with a laugh. " Revere, don't your old college days come up before you ? But there goes your bell, I suppose ! " as a clear musical chime rang out from the tower of the Academy close by, and the rush of a score of students' feet came on the staircase and through the halls. " We leave town by the evening train 94 PEACE : OR THE STOLEN WILL. for Boston. Run over to the Hotel which, by the way, is a fine one for a country town after your recitations. Now good afternoon ! " " Good afternoon," replied Jasper as he attended the two to the door, and once again felt the earnest lingering gaze of Mr. Revere's eyes, ere, with a slight inclination of his head in ac- knowledgment of the youth's graceful bow he turned away; then running lightly up the stairs he caught up his books, set his light Panama jauntily on his inoist brown curls, hastened away to join his fellow-students, and soon found himself discuss- ing the knotty passages of Felton's Greek Reader with won- derful ease. Meantime the two men had walked silently side by side down the smooth gravelled-, walks of the Academy grounds, then bent their steps up the principal long, cool, elm-shaded street of the village. At length Golding uttered a long low laugh, evidently in the best humor with himself and his companion. " Ha, ha, ha ! Don't you think nature intended me for the boards ? Capital actor, ain't I ? How did you think my fa- therly relations became me ? Spent your money like a prince, didn't I, Revere ? " A bitter smile shot across Revere's lips. " Golding, I've been a fool. For heaven's sake, don't taunt me with it ! Keep your peace, will you ? " "No," replied Golding angrily. "Eternally harping me on the old string ! You are a fool, Revere ! And I, too, am one, that I do not leave you to your folly. Why should I trouble myself further about your affairs ? You do not thank me' for what I have done. Was it my work in the first place ? Au- gustus Revere, who came to me, little upwards of twelve years ago, and said, ' Receive this boy into your care make yourself his guardian, give him your name, invent a story of his birth PEACE : OR THE STOLEN WILL. 95 while from a distance I watch over him ' ? I took the boy : but I did not know then, that, to break the heart and remove from your path her who stood in your way to the beautiful heir- ess, you did this ! When your scheme prospered, then I saw it ; and then, indeed, I might have thwarted you ; but at that time, as you doubtless remember, my necessity was your opportunity ; besides, on neither of us did our morals sit any too heavily, so I let you go on. Now, after the lapse of these twelve years, during the half of which you 'have not been nigh my charge, you suddenly visit him and are fired with a desire to acknowl- edge him. Are you mad, that you do not see how the risk is great as ever ? Walk into Julie Revere's presence and intro- duce this youth as your son, and what think you the very pleas- ant result would be ? Not a coveted one I imagine, to one who finds his losses and ' debts of honor ' at Delmonte's too heavy to be met by frequent drafts on the firm of " Revere, Stone and Co.," and perforce is glad to avail himself of the proofs of his wife's affection in the shape of the revenues of her cotton plantations ! I tell you, my dear fellow, that I know Julie well enough to affirm that, should this little affair of the boy's paternity come to light, her love would not outlive her anger. With your present involvements, can you brave that ? Do as you please now : I have only set the plain facts before you." " Good God ! " exclaimed the man who could but see the truth of these words, " you are right, Hugh. I see that plainly as you do : but there is another plan I can reveal myself to my boy. Believe me or not, I tell you he was always dear to me. His mother, Mary but I will not talk of her now ! " and he laughed a hollow quick laugh "I was a cursed villain : but I swear to you that it was not to break hef heart. The boy was mine. I meant to save him for myself some day 96 PEACE : OR THE STOLEN WILL. I would own him. Of course I was a villain, but I will repair the error in a measure now. Let me go to him ! I tell you my heart yearns for that boy as it does for no other being on earth ; and, Hugh Golding, I would give every dollar I ever won or lost at Delmonte's were they now in my possession, to hear him call me father." For a few moments there was silence between the two. Golding walked on, apparently careless, idly striking his cane against the wayside hedge but inwardly revolving thought after thought in his mind. Then his resolve was taken. True, if he permitted the man beside him to obey the impulses of his heart in the decision just uttered, he did not lose one jot or tittle of his hold over him for, in the exercise of the secret he held, there still remained another way by which he could sway him to his will ; but of this he did not choose to avail himself now; that secret had been hoarded for sixteen years, and it must be kept for an hour of stronger need. With a suddenly assumed grave earnestness of manner, he presented to Revere an argument by means of which he foresaw a victory. " Revere, I have but one thing more to urge then I have done. Go to Jasper acknowledge him, if you like but how can you answer his questionings ? With what story can you satisfy him, when he asks you concerning his mother? ' That she was your lawful wife ? ' he will ask you to take him home to her successor ! ' That she was ' well, my dear fellow, let us not be nice about words now 'your MISTRESS ?' I tell you, and I know the lad, he would turn and curse you ! Now, Revere, if you say the word, I am ready to ac- company you to his presence." Dark, rapid changes went over Augustus Revere's face. The PEACE: OK THE STOLEN WILL. 97 awakened gleam of tenderness was smothered in his eye ; his hard, haughty features repelled the momentary sway of better feelings ; great ice-waves rolled back- with crushing force on the erst melted heart. But a hollow groan of despair welled up from his anguished soul, as he said chokingly, " Golding, you are right ! For God's sake, let us leave this place at once. I could not bear to have that boy hate me ! and I cannot meet him again ! " -With an exultant smile about his lips, Hugh Golding walked down the street beside his victim. His subtle argument had not been presented hi vain. And when the student youth sought his afternoon visitors at the hotel after his recitations were over, a hastily pencilled note was put into his hand : " Jasper, my dear boy, a forgotten business appointment calls us away in the afternoon train. I will write you from Boston. Yours in haste, GOLDING." CHAPTER XI. She grew fairer than her peers ; Still her gentle forehead wears Holy lights of infant years. ALEXANDER SMITH. WHO is she, Leafy ? " asked Orah Rowland of a slight, ex- quisitely beautiful girl, in whose room she sat at Madame South- worth's Seminary. " I shall dislike her I know I shall ! " and she pouted her full red lips petulantly, " if for no other reason than because she usurps the place I meant to occupy as your room-mate. And yet, the girl is'nt to blame. It was shameful in Madame to*put me in with Nell Denmore for whom I don't care one pin, and break up our plans : so I shall regard this Miss What's-her-name as an interloper, I know ! " " Oh, no indeed ! You'll like her, Orah, I am confident ! " enthusiastically replied Leafy Earle, a lovely girl of fourteen, with transparent complexion exquisitely traced by blue veins, dreamy hazel eyes, and braids of chestnut hair singularly bright and burnished. " Oh, I know you will like her ! Miss Bell says she passed a splendid examination in mathematics, and thinks we shall like Her after we get acquainted ; 'and that won't take me long, you know." " Well, perhaps I shall. Certainly, I have a fancy for good scholars, and am happy to hear that this new comer has this re- "deeming trait. I do despise dunces, and wouldn't have one for a room-mate! they generally manage to "pony "all their les- sons out of others. Louis says his chum at Harvard u-od to try it on him, but he pretty soon gave him French leave. Nell (98) PEACE : OR THE STOLEX WILLL. 99 Denmore, thank fortune, is a capital scholar ! But about this new one ? What's her name ? Who is she ? " Just then a slight tap came on the door, and Miss Bell ap- peared with a slender girl clad in black. " Young ladies Miss Rowland and Miss Earle," said the teacher ; " this is Miss Wedgewood. Miss Leafy, I trust you will make your room- mate quite at home ; " then turning to the girl who stood near the door with cheeks slightly flushed, "My dear, the porter will bring up your luggage. Our dinner hour is one. Miss Earle will accompany you to the Seminary this afternoon. .Good morning ! " For the first time, Peace was alone among strangers. A feel- ing of desolation and home-sickness came over her : she sank into the nearest chair, and with trembling fingers endeavored to remove her bonnet. But the strings were knotted, and her en- deavors to unloose them only rendered them more inextricable. Leafy Earle sprang forward. " Let me assist you, Miss Wedgewood ! " and, as her slender fingers unravelled the knot and smoothed out the long curls under the bonnet she removed, Peace looked up with a grateful smile and a gentle "thank you ! " which quite- won her heart. But Orah Rowland sat aloof. Leaning her elbow on the window sill and her head on her hand, she steadily regarded the new comer. Orah's was no common character. At fifteen she was mature, self-possessed, and self-reliant. Many called her self-willed and haughty ; but they were those who could not un- derstand the workings of a high noble spirit which often prompt- ed her to an independence, sometimes a defiance of conventional rules and forms, causing her to read character by a kind of intuition, thus creating sudden and powerful likes and dislikes, and hindering her from moulding her thoughts or opinions by the creed of others. To such she was a "strange," "odd," 100 PEACE : OR THE STOLEN WILL. " haughty " girl ; to those who knew her, she was a creature to be loved strongly full of all high, generous, and affectionate impulses. In her personale, neither, was she after the common type. With features irregular, but each of its own style of beauty a haughty Koman nose with thin curling nostrils, a massive, pro- minent forehead, heavy brows arching over eyes of a calm clear gray, a pale, almost dazzlingly fair complexion, hair of uncommon wealth and glossiness almost approaching that purple blackness seen on the ripe Tuscan grape, a form not over tall but well-rounded and flexile such was her exterior. No one would have dreamed of calling her handsome ; but the words "noble," "queenly-looking," and "brilliant," successively ap- plied by her school-mates, were not unapt. Indeed, the cast of her features, with her heavy brow, clear gray eye, and masses of hair, was almost masculine. But the small tender mouth with its expression of feminine sweetness was the redeeming feature. It was a womanly mouth, small, curved, and coral-red. Now, as she sat with her head resting on one white hand the full flowing sleeve falling back from her polished arm, re- vealing a massive bracelet of braided jet-black hair fastened by a large plain golden clasp and the other toying carelessly with the charms on her watch-chain her gray eyes steadily regard- ing Peace with a clear, piercing, but not unkind or curious glance she looked haughtily beautiful. At this moment the porter brought up two trunks and depos- ited them within the room. Leafy immediately began gather- ing up her books, that half the table they were to share in com- mon might be appropriated to the use of her room-mate. But Orah stirred not ; and Peace sat for a little time half-abashed under the strong gaze of those eyes. Then the innate inde- pendence of her own nature rose to her aid. She was far from PEACE: OB THE STOLEN WILL. 101 her home alone among the threescore young ladies at the Seminary here, in her own room, sat a girl, rich and haughty, judging from her dress and air, intently regarding her, perhaps criticising her plain black dress and contrasting it with her own rich attire but she would not let that annoy her. Yet there was a slight flush on her cheek ; but she rose very quietly, and, with a womanly air, laid her straw hat and shawl on the bed, took her keys from her pocket, and proceeded to unlock her trunks. Orah Howland rose, and stepping toward her laid her hand upon her arm. " Miss Wedgewood, beg pardon, but please tell me your other name ! " " Peace," was the quiet answer. "Well, then, I must call you so always. Peace I like that ; and I have looked at you, and I like you, too ! Peace, will you let me love you ? You look so much like somebody I know ! " and a brilliant blush dyed the cheek of the " cold," " haughty," Orah Howland, as she put her arm about her neck and kissed her. Peace very quietly returned the caress but, as she turned hastily aside there was a quick quiver of her red lips, and a tear sprang to her eyes. " I thank you," she said, gratefully. Orah looked at her for a moment, earnestly ; the red deepen- ing on her cheek, then glancing at her black dress, said, " Are you an orphan, Peace ? " . " Yes," was the reply. " Aunt Patience and uncle Reuben brought me up. Aunty is dead. Then after a moment she ad- ded "I never knew my mother." Orah caught her hand, pressed it hard, then suddenly turned away to the window where she stood long with her lips pressed 9* 102 PEACE: OR THE STOLEN WTLL. passionately to the jet-black bracelet upon her arm. Long she stood there, while Peace wiped the tears from her own eyes, and, assisted by Leafy Earle, busied herself in removing her dresses from the trunks, hanging them in the closet assigned her, and arranging her books on the little study table. Suddenly she passed from the room with a quick impetuous step ; but as her eyes fell on Peace a moment ere she closed the door, they spar- kled with tears. " She lost her mother just before she came here two years ago," said Leafy. " That bracelet is of her hair. There is'nt a girl in the Seminary but covets her notice. She has taken a great liking to you, Peace, I see. There, all finished ! " she ex- claimed, as, after busying herself with arranging the books on the white draperied table, she sat down beside it " I've placed your books as you'll want them but let's see, I'll leave out the text books for the afternoon. Ah, Andrews' Latin Reader. You will take Latin, then ? " " Yes, I've read it a little already but let us talk about her Miss Rowland, if you please." " Ah, I see," said Leafy with a smile. " She has fascinated you as she does all. But beware ! I shall be jealous if you usurp my place in her heart. Do you know that we were talk- ing about you just as you came in and Orah was declaring herself vexed because Madame Southwoiii. put you in with me. We have been room-mates for a year, Orah and I Why, I ex- pected she'd prove your sworn enemy ! " " Indeed, I'm sure I didn't intend to separate you," replied Peace deprecatingly. " Oh, you couldn't help it dear ! " exclaimed Leafy. " It was only one of Madame's notions. I suppose she thought the weal- thy Judge Rowland's daughter was getting too intimate with the humble Leafy Earle. And so she told Orah that she would PEACE: OR THE STOLEN WILL. regard it as a particular favor if she'd room with Miss Nell Den- more, whose father also happens to be one of the upper ten of her native Gotham. But never mind, Peace. You and I will be the best of chums. I shouldn't resign you, even were Orah herself to invite you to share her bed and board." Peace laughed merrily ; but her thoughts reverted to the girl who had obtained such a hold on her heart. " Then she is wealthy and lives in New York ? Tell me all about her." " Well, to begin," said Leafy burying her dainty little figure in the depths of a rocking chair and resting the tip of her tiny slippered foot on a low stool.' " O. Howland is the best girl in Northfield Seminary, whom, if you hear anybody say they don't like, be sure they don't know her, or she won't know them. You can't know her in a day or a week ; her character will bear studying, and repay you well, too, for your pains. Her father is very wealthy Judge Howland of New York they live in the city in winter, and in summer have a splendid country seat somewhere, or travel. Her mother died two years ago, as I told you. She mourns her a great deal still ; and she told me the other day, that, if she had a step-mother, she believed she should hate her ! That's just like her where she loves, she loves strongly, and will let no second object supersede the first. She went everywhere with her mother for her health the two years previous to her death to Washington, the South, to the Springs. When she graduates, she says her father has prom- ised a foreign journey to visit Europe Italy ! Ah, that's the only thing /envy her the means to visit the land of Tasso and Michael Angelo the home of the poet, the painter, the sculptor ! It is all I would ask yet I am poor, and it must be denied me ! " The flush on the girl's transparent cheek deep- ened to a rich crimson, her hazel eye gleamed with a beautiful 104 PEACE: OR THE STOLEN WILL. light but a soft sigh escaped her lips. " Yes it must be denied me ! " she repeated sadly, " for / am poor ! " Then all her beautiful enthusiasm died out, and she dropped her head listlessly on her hand. ' Peace comprehended in part the longings of that enthusiastic artist soul ; but her own gentle loving heart held another creed another, and a better. She ventured to breathe it in a few quiet words. " Yes, it must be pleasant to have wealth to go to other and beautiful countries. But would it not be better to do good with it ? There are so many poor and suffering in the world, I have heard so many poor, and suffering, and ignorant." " That's one of Orah's doctrines, too ! You two are much alike," said Leafy, looking up. "I will tell you. Only last night she said almost the same. We had been talking here, but were quiet then when suddenly she broke out, 'Leafy, I thank God I am rich ! You don't know what plans I've formed of doing good among the poor, when I go home. There are hundreds, you know, in great cities they starve there, or per- ish with cold and sickness every year. I thank God that he gave me the means to do good with ! ' That's what she said does that sound as if she were haughty or cold ? " " No indeed ! I love her already ! " exclaimed Peace with warmth. " She's a noble girl.'' " Yes, that she is ! but I declare, how my tongue aches ! I have chattered like a magpie. It must be near dinner time ! " Peace went to the mirror and began brushing out her curl?. Their golden length fell in profusion down her slight tall form. " How old are you, Peace ? " asked Leafy. " Almost fourteen," was the reply. " Why, I should take you for fifteen, certainly that's Orah's PEACE: OR THE STOLEN. WILL. 105 age and mine. You are taller than I am," and Leafy stood up beside her. Leafy was indeed a very child in appearance, save when the sudden flashes burning on her cheeks told of the impetuous blood coursing a woman's heart. Then, her face lighted with the glow of enthusiasm, and her hazel eyes getting darker and more brilliant, one saw that it was not mere childish animar tion which stirred her usual playfulness or listlessness of manner, but the betrayal of strong and earnest feelings. With ex- quisite sensibilities, and a power of appreciating the beauties of Poesy and Art, and of reproducing them, too, in language and limnings of her own, the young girl was both an artist and a poet ; and in personal loveliness she equalled those for whom the lyre has been swept or the canvas painted. But now, standing side by side with Peace before the mirror, she gracefully ad- justed the braids about her head chatting meantime like a very school-girl. In five minutes she had graphically thrown off sketches of the teachers and half the young ladies at the Seminary. " Yes, Peace," she continued, after the Principal and the assistants had been discussed, "I'm confident you'll like many of the girls here. There's Nell Denmore, Orah's room-mate, rather quiet and haughty, but a grand scholar. Belle Allston she's a capital girl for fun always up to some frolic. But Madame seems blind to her faults ; on the score of her scholar- ship, I suppose for she's splendid stands next to Orah who takes to the substantial they both excel in the mathematics and languages. Then thete's Alice Doane and Kate Drew two prim, old-maidish girls study, eat, sleep, and walk by rule. Martha Wells well, if you wont laugh when I point her out in school ! such little old-fashioned sleeves as she wears, and plain linen collars, an an eternal knot of green 106 PEACE: OR THE STOLEN WILL. ribbon ! she's worn it three terms, to my knowledge. Then she's so thin, too all lines and angles. Ugh ! I never look at her in the drawing class, but I think of withered trees and leafless branches no grace or beauty about her. And Carrie Elton she's a splendid pianist ! Do you play, Peace ? " " No," answered the young girl, athwart whose brain stole a memory of the only music heard within the old farm-house the buzz of Aunt Patience's spinning-wheel " no, but I hope to take lessons. I should love it, of all studies." " Yes indeed ! I wonder how one can help loving music ! But the best I hear is out there, in that old grove," pointing from the window to a thick dark woodland in the hollow between two hills " such concerts as the birds get up there, these beautiful September mornings ! We must go there often. The dear, care-free birds ! I almost envy them their liberty, while we are shut up here six hours in the day, and half the rest of the time in our rooms, subject to Madame's l Rules and Regulations.' Dear me ! I wonder if I shall ever view life soberly, or with a sense of its seriousness ? The time will come, perhaps, when I shall grow sedate and thoughtful : but now, give me freedom yes, freedom and love I couldn't do without that, Peace and I am contented. What are you going to be, after you grad- uate, Peace ? " turning soberly toward her, " not a teacher, I hope ? " " Yes, I want to be ! " was the quiet reply. " Want to be ? " echoed Leafy, with an expression of amaze- ment. " Oh dear, how can you say so ? Why I couldn't, from choice. I wish there was no such thing as work in the world. But I suppose I'll be obliged to do something for a living? one of these days. You see, I've got a dear good mother who has saved up the little my father left, to educate me ; and by and by I must repay her. It wont seem like toil, though, with such an PEACE I OR THE STOLEN WILL. 107 object in view. I long for my school days to be over that I may go home to her." " And so you'll teach, then ? " "Not little children their a-b-c's ! " and Leafy laughed and shrugged her shoulders. " ' Par dong,' as Mam'selle Lucie says. 'Mais excusez moi' No ! I love my beautiful Art too well. I must teach that, or starve ! Shall I show you something ? " and she brought a portfolio from the table and sat down beside Peace. A beautiful flush gathered on the young girl's cheek, as Leafy removed, one by one, the sketches from the portfolio. They were done in crayon, for the most part - heads, busts, land- scapes, ruins, towers and waterfalls the faultlessness of their shading and nicety of finish evincing a correct and cultivated taste ; but Peace, to whom these pictures opened a new field in the realm of the Beautiful, lingered longest over several vigorous and faithful pencilled sketches from nature forest, hill, river, and winding brook, as seen from the windows of their room. These the young artist girl had considered her chefs-d'oeuvres ; and a bright grateful smile hovered about her lips, as she saw the appreciative glance which Peace alternately cast from them to the landscape without. " They are very true, and beautiful," said Peace softly and with sparkling eyes as she closed the portfolio. " Now you know, Peace, why I cannot teach children to read and spell. To my Art, must I devote myself; but sometimes I have bitter thoughts because I cannot wholly indulge my love for it. Were I a man, I would toil and struggle, and become a great painter ; but as I am only a poor feeble girl, I must be content to make pictures and sell them for my daily bread. Poverty is a hard taskmaster, Peace. I almost envy Orah ind ill" wealth which will take her to Italy. Why is it 108 PEACE : OR THE STOLEN WILL. denied me ? " and she paced the floor, with carnation cheeks and flashing eyes. Meantime Peace sat very still. She was thinking of her own little patrimony the three hundred dollars, which had been the fruit of a lifetime of economy and self-denial to good old Aunt Patience how little, how very little way it would go toward purchasing the elegant attire, the jewels even, of the rich Orah Howland but how far she must make it extend in procuring for her what she valued far above the luxuries of dress the knowledge her thirsting spirit would acquire at the Seminary. " The dinner bell ! " exclaimed Leafy, breaking her revery as its peal rang along the passages, and a tap upon the door was followed by the entrance of Orah Howland and her room-mate. " Come, Peace, I will matronize you ! " and with her arm about her slight waist, the affectionate girl led the new comer along the corridors, down the broad staircase, where joined by a score of young ladies issuing from their rooms, they sought the long dining-room. CHAPTER XII. " Ha ! I have thee fast In a net of my own weaving ! " IT was late at night ; Augustus Revere and Hugh Golding sat together in the former's mansion, a table strewn with cards and dice between them. A massive sideboard was covered with glasses and decanters of choice liquors, and an open escritoire strewn with papers. Both men were strongly excited ; there was an angry flush on their cheeks, and a sparkle in their eyes not wholly induced by the wine they had drank. Golding leaned back in his chair, an expression of cool determination deepening over his face - furtively eyeing his companion on whose cheek an angry red spot stood. At length, after full five minutes, in which no word had been spoken, the former broke the silence. Bringing his hand down on the table so heavily that the cards flew in every direction, he said in a slow measured voice " It's no use, Revere ! The money I must, and will have ! Here, for three years, I've not troubled you what the devil do you mean by hanging off so, now ? " Revere's eye flashed angrily, and the flush deepened. " Gold- ing, I wont submit to it longer! I can't! Such cursed exorbitance ! You're a very leech upon my purse. For twelve years I've fathered all your debts " " Even as I fathered your child" sneered Golding. " "We are at quits, then ! " " Yes, we are at quits, Golding. I mean it now. I've been 10 (109) 110 PEACE: OR THE STOLEN WILL. a fool to be kept in leading strings so long. Go to Jule tell her all I'll risk the consequences." " Ah, yes ! I see ! You're quite willing now that the expose shall occur, when, what with your extravagant drains upon it, the depths of her purse must have been reached. Cotton field after cotton field has been sold by that loving, yielding woman, plantation after plantation has been converted into money ; and that money, you have squandered ! To keep your name above board in the mercantile world, she has almost beggared her- self. And now you would repay her. Oh, most rare, most dutiful husband ! But, Revere, though you can cheat the world Jule even you cannot me ! I know by what means you have retained your hold over your wife, commanding her heart and fortune it is, that she has always regarded you as imma- culate, so far as concerns affaires du coeur. Content, so you do not run after pretty actresses or ballet girls, she has winked at your lesser vices, and submitted to pay your debts of honor. But, some fine day, walk in with young Jasper Golding on your arm, and post her up regarding his paternity, and then, what think you ? However, these arguments have all been present- ed before ; I did not come all the way from New Orleans to re- fresh your memory with them. But I would merely suggest, that, should you persist in this course, a certain set of diamonds owned by Mrs. Revere said to be worth no less than ten thou- sand, can never be pawned, pledged, or borrowed, to get you out of the tight place you are now said to be in. Ha! you start, Gus ! Where'd I learn that ? You wonder ? / stood at the faro table last night, when you lost ! But come, let us not sit here half the night, beating round the bush. I tell you, Gus, I'm in a tight place, and you'd better come down with the money, or raise it for me in a given time." llevere's face darkened ; but his lips seemed cut 01 iron. PEACE: OK THE STOLEN WILL. Ill " Hugh Golding, once for all, I wiU not ! Take the boy, to- morrow, if you like, into Jule's presence. She'll storm at first of course she will I expect it, but, mark me, she'll give in at last. No woman like her would publish her husband's error to the world ; and, after all, what have /done worse than hundreds, aye, thousands of others ? In my younger days I was no saint Mary Halpine was beautiful, and I loved her" and for a moment he passed his hand over his eyes as if to shut out a vision, and his voice grew thicker. " Yes, by Heaven, I did love that girl as I never loved any woman on earth before, or since! But I couldn't marry her at least, I was fettered by such cursed debts that, when I met the heiress, I wouldn't which amounted to the same thing. And so we parted. Had I done differently but it's no use talking now. I married Jule and have been faithful to her. So long as she walks un- harmed amid the thousand temptations which assail a woman of fashion, I should be a very brute, were I to desert her for an- other. No ! my passion for gaming has been my only absorb- ing sin. Though I married with vows of reform on my lips, I have not found strength to keep them they were weak as fet- ters of sand to bind me. Hugh Golding, I have heard men prate of the terrible power of habit heard them tell of the fascinating thrall of dice and the wine cup and I used to vote it all humbug, gammon but I tell you," and here the pale haggard face of the speaker, and his thin trembling hand, added fearful weight to his words "I tell you, it is all true ! These passions are strong as death ! I verily believe, had I my last dollar in my hand to-night before twenty-four hours I should stake it at Delmonte's ! " For a time there was deep silence. " Then you will not let me have the money ? " ventured Golding at length. 112 PEACE: OB THE STOLEN WILL. " No ! " was the inflexible reply. There was no discomfiture on the careless, smiling face turn- ed toward Revere. On the contrary, a cool assured expression, like one secure of his aim, settled on every feature. Golding leaned back in his chair, stretched his feet in a comfortable posi- tion over an ottoman before the fire, and said, leisurely " Well, then, Revere, since you will not comply with my re- quest, perhaps you will be glad to make terms, after I have re- vealed something which has lain on my conscience rather heavi- ly for these nineteen years. I did intend to spare you this but you will not have it so ! ' Revere, whose temper was thoroughly aroused, sneered. " Bring on your conscientious scruples. I am waiting for 'em." Golding smiled exultingly. Leaning over the table, he whis- pered with eyes keenly bent on his companion's, '' Augustus Re- vere, I have the proof that your marriage with Julie Courtney was illegal. You were, at that time, the lawful husband of Mary Halpine ! " It is impossible for pen to portray the change which came over the face of that man. First, an ashen hue went from lip to forehead, as he sprang to his feet ; then the knotted veins stood out like whipcords, and his eyes struck sparks of flame. With a groan, he grasped the marble mantel for support then stag- gered back heavily into his chair, covering his face with his hands. After a little he recovered. " By Heaven ! it is a lie a cursed lie ! " and he smote his fist on the table till the glasses rung. A cool, derisive smile curled Golding's lip. " Oh, ho ! Take it easy, G-us ! What's the use to get in a passion and call your best friend a liar? Be sure I assert nothing of which I have not the proof" and he carelessly drew forth a letter-case from PEACE: OR THE STOLEN WILL. 113 his pocket from which he took a folded paper. Handing it to his companion, he leaned forward and took a cigar from the mantel, ignited it, and placed it to his lips. "With nervous hand, Revere clutched the paper. As he read, his countenance grew livid. It was the certificate of his mar- riage with Mary Halpine! With a wild glare in his eyes, glancing furtively at Golding who sat idly watching the curling wreaths of cigar-smoke, he crumpled the paper in his hand, then quick as lightning dashed it into the burning grate ; and when a tiny heap of white cinders whirled round and round then leaped up the chimney-flue, he turned triumphantly round, faced Golding, and said in a tone of exultation : " Now ! now ! what is left of it now ? " There was no look of baffled cunning on Gelding's face ; nor did he stir the slightest to save the paper from destruction. He took the cigar from his lips, twirled it carelessly in his fingers, and said blandly : " Why did you try that game, my dear fellow ? Do you take me for a verdant one ? I know you as well as I do myself and would say that I have the original of that document safe in my pocket-book. You have burned the copy ! " Revere was powerless. He sank away into his seat with a groan. " Did she Mary know this ? " he asked at length, hoarsely. "No," and Golding transferred his cigar to his lips, " never told her, 'pon my word of honor ! " " Where is she now ? Do you know ? living, or dead ? " A shake of the head gave a negative answer. Revere breathed freer. " Then what the devil do you come here with this story for ? But, after all, I don't believe it. It's a hoax that you've trumped 10* 114 PEACE: OR THE STOLEN WILL. up to scare me with, because I cannot let you have the money. If you forged one certificate, you would another. Golding, you aren't the man I took you for. Let us call it a joke, and let it pass yes, a confounded good joke, Hugh ! " and he laughed nervously, and gazed eagerly up into his face. Golding threw his half-burned cigar into the grate, and his whole manner changed instantaneously. " Augustus Revere, look at me ! Am I the man who would joke with you on such a subject as this ? You doubt my words : well, listen ! When you invited me to officiate on a certain occasion quite a number of years ago, when we were both younger than we are now, I didn't see fit to obey your direc- tions literally because, firstly, prima facia, I had no taste for the clericals, and didn't know for my life how I could easily find my way into a surplice, or out again if I once got in ; and sec- ondly, because a very happy idea occurred to me then, that, should I substitute a certain young acquaintance who wore the cloth by right, and thus the ceremony were performed bona jfide, the proof of this might be rendered available to me on some future occasion, for instance, like the one that has just turned up. You see into it now, I reckon ! " " Yes yes I see ! " gasped Revere in a voice choked with sarcasm and passion. " And I am sure I thank you, from the bottom of my heart ! Julie, too, has reason to be very grateful. Very proud she must be of her cousin ! Will you not walk up stairs, and inform her of the delightful change in her prospects ? what she was, and what she is ! It would be such a friendly, cousinly favor ! Come ! " Golding winced under these cool, sarcastic words ; and at the mention of Julie's name, his cheek grew pale, and he bit his lip. Leaning over the arm of his chair, he hissed into his companion's ear: PEACE: OR THE STOLEN WILL. 115 ' Beware ! Revere, I may take you at your word. You taunt me with aiding in my cousin's ruin ! Listen : But a few hours before Julie Courtney accepted you, I who had loved ht from my earliest boyhood begged for but the smallest word of favor from her lips, and was scornfully, aye, contemp- tuously rejected ! ' Because of the known laxity of my princi- ples ' that was her insulting plea ! Forsooth ! it was a brave exchange between me and you ! Revere, do you wonder now that I went to the gaming table that night, maddened ? that I played desperately, and lost ? that, when I sought your help in my embarrassing debts, and when I learned to whom Julie Courtney had pledged herself, I was tempted to make my neces- sity the means of securing my revenge f Aye, I tell you, the temptation was strong, and I did not resist it ! To know that her fate lay in my hands to let her walk her own way and never to divert her step from the path ! Oh, this was noble, manly an honorable revenge ! " and he paced the floor, with a bitter smile upon his lips. Revere comprehended the emotions which had swayed that fiery soul. All his old coolness and cunning came to his aid. He saw, clearly, the peril he was in. There was but one way of escape. Going up to Golding, he laid his hand heavily on his shoulder. " How much money do you need ? " Golding turned sharply. " I got bondsmen in New Orleans for three thousand. But I must have a surplus to commence anew upon. To-morrow I go to Boston to try my fortune with the fickle goddess there. In ten days I shall return to New York. Have in readiness for me six thousand not a dollar less. You can easily obtain it by borrowing from the firm, or, what would be easier for you, pawning Julie's diamonds. Ball and Black will gladly advance 116 PEACE: OR THE STOLEN WILL. that sum on them. Then this marriage certificate is yours ; and we have done with each other forever." Revere was very pale ; but he replied firmly, " Golding, the money shall await you 1 " CHAPTEE XIII. He went to his grave nor told what man he was. He was unlanguaged, like the earnest sea, Which strives to gain an utterance on the shore But ne'er can shape unto the listening hills The lore it gathered. ALEXANDER SMITH. IT was dreary November. October, golden and crimson hued, had exacted her last tribute from the trees ; the pomp and glory of the autumn was over ; the last naming banner had flaunted on the air ; from the skies as well as woods the hec- tic flush had died; and dun, leaden clouds meet attendants for the sun's journey, those short, dreary days gloomed athwart the gray skies. In the forests and the hollows, waves of dead leaves surged to and fro ; the grass was short and brown and crisp on the stubble-fields and meadow-land, save where some faint strip of sickly green marked the track of the low water-courses ; the rushes and willows along the river-banks were dimly powdered with hoarfrost ; lonely bird-songs were piped at intervals from the reedy marshes ; and sad winds went singing their Banshee wail over all the land. What was there in those dreary skies, the sobbing wail of the mournful winds, to send a thrill to Reuben Wedgewood's heart and a shiver over his frame, as he wandered about his farm, or, crossing the low meadows, and going sadly along the path through the naked woodlands, went often in the gloaming to the graves on Wood Hill ? Why sang the pines and firs there so (117) 118 PEACE: OR THE STOLEN WILL. mournfully and, tossing their dusky plumes aloft upon the gray air, seemed to whisper dirges ? Were they warnings ? Of all the lonely autumns and there had been three since Patience was laid to rest, and Peace's footsteps, save at inter- vals, had ceased to make the music of his heart of all these lonely autumns, this was the dreariest to Reuben. Not only the wind piped its sad songs about the corners and gables of the old farm-house not only the skies gloomed, and rushing rains fell, swelling the water-courses and making the brook roar turbulently through the valley down to the river, and the swollen river surged on its way, and from the distant sea, the moan of the bil- lows lashed into fury on the rocky beach, came distinctly with a sound of desolation and storms and shipwreck on the main not only over outward nature was this "saddest time of all the year" gaining dominion, but over his spirit. For then, hi that sad autumn-time, when the sheaves were all garnered into barns and storehouses when the reapers had finished their toils, and the year and Nature were groping along to their death-sleep came a foreboding shadow of the Great Reaper, who binds up into sheaves that he may gather into his granaries every human hope, and love, and joy whose sickle is sharp and merciless, and who spares none from his path even Death ! And day by day, slowly but steadily, the gloom of the outer earth had penetrated the inner life of Reuben. He heard in the whispering pines, the rush of the rain-storm, the distant moan of the angry sea, and the wail of the winds, solemn voices speaking to his heart ; and then came a great peace to him a peace down-falling from the Throne of the Infinite a serener light to his dark gray eye, and a mild benignity to his seamed, wrin- kled face. The shadow fell from his soul. One afternoon at twilight, Reuben came in from a long walk PEACE: OB THE STOLEN WILL. 119 over his farm, and sat down in thoughtful quiet by the kitchen hearth. His face was pale ; and every now and then he pressed his hand convulsively on his heart. " Are you sick, Reuben ? " asked the tall, angular Hannah Ward, who bustled about now stirring the fire, now hanging the iron tea-kettle on the trammel, then drawing out the old- fashioned round table and laying the cloth for supper. " No," was the reply. " Only a touch of my old complaint, that's all. It'll go off by and by. I walked too far this after- noon." Hannah went about in her scant homespun dress and thick shoes, bringing the dishes from the buttery, placing two plates and knives and forks evenly upon the table and then, measur- ing out the tea from the caddy, poured in the boiling water, and raking open the ashes, set it down to " draw." All was very quiet ; for Hannah was no talker, and the man by the fire-place was too much absorbed in his own thoughts to break the silence. At last he looked up suddenly. " Hannah, do you believe in dreams ? " " No not I ! " answered the spinster in her harsh rough voice. " But why ? " "Oh, no matter!" replied Reuben. But after a pause he added, " I dreampt about sister Patience a good deal last night. I seemed to see her, a beckoning me. Some would say it's a bad sign, Hannah." " La, that's nothing ! " retorted the spinster in a quick, jerk- ing tone. " If 'tis a sign, 'taint a bad one ! Dreams allers go by contraries at least them says so that believes such nonsense. Dear knows, / don't ! ' Dream of the dead, and you'll hear from the living,' they say." " Well, p'raps so p'raps so ! " returned Reuben with a smile. " I guess we shall hear from Peace. Let's see, it's three 120 PEACE: OB THE STOLEN WILL. weeks since she wrote, and I havn't answered her yet. I'll write this very night. We must have her home to Thanksgiv- ing a week from next Thursday. Don't you think she could come over then, Hannah ? I believe the term is out a week after." " Yes, I s'pose she'll come if you write. No doubt she'll be glad to get out a week aforehand ! " The voice which uttered these words was hard and cold, but Reuben did not heed it, neither the keen angry glitter of her little black eyes, or her heavy step, as she took up a candle and went out into the buttery. " Poor old fool ! " she muttered, taking down a pie and plate of doughnuts from a shelf " It's always ' Peace,' ' Peace ! ' Eternally that gal ! And bimeby, I s'pose, she'll be coming back here to take the lead ; and when he dies, step in and heir the property, and wrong his own blood relations ! " Then she caught up the candle, and returned to the kitchen. Transferring the steaming cakes from the tin baker on the hearth to the table, she made another trip to the outer room for a plate of golden butter and fresh herb cheese ; then pouring out the tea, drew up two straight-backed kitchen chairs, and said gruffly " Come, supper's ready ! " Reuben took his place at the table ; but only drank a cup of tea. " Come, why don't you eat ? " exclaimed Hannah, herself doing justice to the food. "You must be sick. You do look dreadful pale. Hadn't I better do something for you ? " " No it'll pass off after a while. No doctor's stuff for me, Hannah. When this palpitation comes on, quiet's the best cure. " Well, I don't think much o' medicine, either," said Hannah, as she rose from the table "only roots and 'arbs, and sich. There's some power in them. Patience thought a deal of her PEACE : OB THE STOLEN WILL. 121 garden her rue, and sage, and balm, and elecampane. She was an excellent hand hi sickness Patience was." "Yes," and Reuben sighed. "But she's gone where sickness never comes, Hannah." " That's true," echoed Hannah in a voice a little softened, tying on a wide checked apron and rolling up her sleeves pre- paratory to the process of " clearing "away ;" then with rapid movements, she carried the food to the buttery, brought a bright pan in which she washed the dishes, folded the snowy homespun linen table cover and laid it evenly on the dressers, brought a hemlock broom to sweep up the red brick hearth till the embers crackled and sent a perfect shower of sparks up the wide chim- ney mouth ; then, drawing the table nearer the fire, she placed the candle in its centre and the snuifers evenly in the tray, and bringing out her knitting work, sat down in a straight high- backed chair close beside the hearth. After knitting a few rounds, she^ stopped suddenly. " I meant to go over to neighbor Sanders to-night, to get that wool for carding ; but as you seem so poorly, p'raps I'd better stay at home, Reuben." " No, no ! don't stay for me, Hannah ! I feel better the pain's almost gone now. I can sit still here by the fire or, if I feel smart enough, write to Peace by and by. Go, Hannah ; and jest tell neighbor Sanders that he can have that winter wheat we talked about. I didn't know as I could spare it ; but Jie can have what he wants." ' "Well, I guess I will step over there for a little while then," and Hannah knit briskly round on the gray stocking till she reached the seam, then rolled it up hard, thrust the needles firm- ly into the ball, put it into the great pocket she wore outside of her dress, and brought out a large dyed woollen shawl and hood of black quilted silk from the bedroom. 11 122 PEACE : OB THE STOLEN WILL. " Guess I wouldn't go out to the barn to-night, Reuben," she paused to say, with her hand on the latch of the door leading into the little outer entry " Chip '11 be home from the village about nine, I guess and he'll attend to the critters." After Hannah Ward had gone, Reuben sat in his arm chair by the fire, alone with his own thoughts. It was very lonely there in the old kitchen. It had been lonely always, since Pa- tience's death ; and, except when Peace came home to spend her few weeks of vacation, there was little to disturb the deep quiet of the old house. But the fair girl, fast growing into woman- hood and becoming daily more interested in her studies, did not linger long at home. The commencement of every term found her at the Seminary ; not, however, that she had learned to love Reuben less, for she said to herself: " When my happy school-days are over, I will go back to the farm-house again." And so there were necessarily many lonely hours for him when she was absent. Hannah Ward had indeed been a faithful housekeeper to Reu- ben in the literal sense of the term but nothing more. The kind cheerful presence his sister had always diffused around was wanting ; from her daily rounds of labor baking, churning, washing and sweeping Hannah could afford no time for " idle talkin'." She was economical, neat, and thrifty to a remarkaHe degree. Indeed, neatness was the spinster's ruling passion. No speck of dust dared intrude on her domains. On the polished wood of the old dark bureau, the " hundred legged " table, the mahogany lightstand with its claw feet, the carved cherry-wood frame of the antique mirror, the woven carpet and braided rugs which adorned the west room, not a mote settled ; even the three long sunbeams slanting in through the holes in the shut- ters had a pale thin aspect, and were not rich with a thousand floating golden specks as sunbeams ought to be. Not a mote, PEACE: OR THE STOLEN WILL. 123 either, on the old tall clock in the kitchen corner or the straight high-backed chairs ; and from the kitchen floor one might have eaten, so scrupulously white was it kept. But the spinster's passion was carried to a painful degree excluding all attempts at adornment. No fresh wreaths of evergreen were twined about the looking-glass no feathery asparagus with interwoven bright red holly-berries decked the frame of the old clock no dried grasses drooped gracefully from the old-fashioned china vases on the little mantel in the west room as in Patience's time ; because Hannah declared such all " trash " and " trum- pery." Everything had gone " by rule " since she came to the Ridge. Old Tabby, now grown to venerable cathood, stepped demurely, and with measured steps, across the evenly sanded floor, leaving tracks from the hearth, where her stereotyped abiding-place was the limits of a few particular bricks, in a straight line to the door doubtless, because curved lines were strongly suggestive to the spinster of disorder ; Bruno, now in a very stiff arid rheumatic dotage, curled himself up in a warm corner, tolerated because of his master's sake ; and it seemed, even, that the pendulum of the clock oscillated with measured sweeps in a dignified manner, lest it should be accused of lightness. Out of doors, too, the one idea order held rule. The box border along the garden beds was straight^ prim, formal ; every sunflower and hollyhock nodded its head with precision ; the old maid's pinks grew at a farther remove than of old from, the ungallant bachelor's buttons, seeming to say in the triumph of their single blessedness " See ! we ask no favors ! we can stand by ourselves ! " and even the climbing beans, morning glories, and creeping jennies, trailed along the garden fence and over the kitchen windows more circumspectly than of old. And among the living creatures on the farm, Hannah Ward's 124 PEACE: OK THE STOLEN WILL. dominant spirit prevailed. The kine, forgetting their old time freaks, never upset the equilibrium of milk-pail or milker, but quietly chewed the cud doubtless of " bitter fancy " when Hannah appeared with her pail and stool ; old Whitey meekly dropped his ears at her approach ; the crow of the rooster seemed less shrill and defiant, and every hen to have acquired a subdued, by-rule, cackle. And Chip, too, even his chattering tongue was often silent, his quaint fancies unuttered, and his exuberant spirits chilled, by the presence of the gruff-voiced housekeeper. Yes, a change indeed had visited the Ridge : it was no longer the pleasant, cheery home of Aunt Patience's tune. As Reuben sat in silence by the kitchen fire, his thoughts dwelt fondly on the child of his adoption. " By and by," he murmured, " she will come back to brighten up the old house. Another September will see her at the Ridge again, no more to leave me. Dear child I must write to her and have her home to Thanksgiving ! " and he went to an old-fashioned chest of drawers, and took from its top an antique writing-case. Opening the lid, he spread on it a sheet of paper and sat down at the table to write. This was something of a task for the farmer. His fingers were cramped and stiff with hard labor ; he had had no occasion to use a pen often ; and when Peace was at home, her nimble fingers had always written for him. But he said to himself, u No matter Peace wont laugh at my blots and mistakes ! " wrote the letter in a large, square, old-fashioned hand sealed and directed it, and laid it out on the table. Then, opening a little compartment of the writing-case, he took out a carefully folded paper. Reading it over and over, he read aloud, with a smile, " Yes yes. ' To my well- beloved adopted child, Peace Wedgewood, I give and bequeath ' PEACE: on THE STOLEN WILL. 125 let me see ' the homestead, the meadow-farm, the wood- land, the pasture-lot.' Yes, one day Peace will stand with the best and richest of 'em. How this would meet poor Patience's wishes ! All Peace's all but the legacy for Hannah. I mean to leave her something, of course. Sometimes I think she looks on the dear child with a jealous eye. I must see to that yes, I must ! " At length he refolded the paper. Suddenly, as his hand was uplifted to restore it to the writing-case, a sharp pang arrested him. Pressing his hands over his heart, the paper, loosened from their grasp, fluttered down to the floor. The pang passed as suddenly as it came, and he stooped for- ward to regain the paper. But ere his fingers had touched it, again it came a fierce, wild, keen thrill, sharp as a dagger- point, through his heavily beating heart. With convulsive grasp,* clutching at the lid of the writing-case before him, Reuben sat erect for a moment, then his stalwart form collapsed for an- other spasm came, bringing a moment of such keen agony as he had never before experienced such agony as no man knows but once when the death-throes are at his heart ! Starting up, he gave one shrill cry of suffering, then sank heavily back again. The pang had passed but there was a suffocating sensation in his throat a marble pallor about his lips lips, that with a gurgling, indistinct utterance, framed out the last word that ever warmed the struggling tired heart or passed into sound " Mary ! " Then his head fell forward ; the death- white face sank down on the lid of the old writing-case ; the clutching fingers relaxed their hold ; the paper lay unfolded at his feet ; and all was silence. And the fire on the hearth crackled and died down ; the old clock ticked shrill and solemn through the stillne'ss ; and the candle burned low, wavered, cast ghostly, dusky, flickering shadows athwart the wall, then went out in utter darkness. 11* 126 PEACE I OR THE STOLEN WILL. But long ere its last gleam had faded, a soul had wandered from below that old farm-house roof to the dim shores of Eternity a lone bark had crossed the Silent River amid the gloom of the chill night-time, and anchored in a still haven where nevermore storms vex, skies frown, or sad winds blow. And what said the solemn " tick ! " " tick ! " of the old clock in the kitchen? what typified the smouldering ashes falling down, charred and whitened, on the hearth ? what was the burthen of the sad wind's moan, and the hollow swell of the restless sea coming up through the awful stillness ? Ah, there was but one answer " Death ! " " Death ! " And so Reuben slept on. Two hours later, Hannah Ward stepped into the dark still kitchen, bringing with her through the opened door a gush of chill outer air. " What ! the candle out ? and the fire gone, too ? Why, Reuben, are you asleep ? " and she groped along to his side, and laid her hand on the shoulder of the form dimly outlined against the faint glow of the dying embers. With a shake, and a " Come, wake up ! " she groped about for another candle on the mantel-shelf, raked up a coal from the ashes, and, lighting it, placed it upon the table. " Got asleep writing, hey ? " exclaimed the spinster as she saw the open writing-case and the letter. " Come, Reuben, wake up ! " Then her eye fell upon the open paper on the floor. Stooping, she picked it up, and held it nearer the candle with curious eye. " Ha ! what is this ? A will ! Jest as I thought ! " she muttered, a quick gleam of anger flushing her sharp face and darting from her black eyes. " Jest as I've thought, all along. I wish I could burn it ! " and her form trembled with passion. PEACE : OB THE STOLEN WILL. 127 "This comes of taking that good-for-nothing Mary Halpine's brat to " bring .up ! " Quivering with anger, she dropped the paper; then, bending over Reuben, laid her hand heavily on his shoulder. He stirred not : and with an amazed " Well, I never ! " she lifted up his bowed head. But what was there in that upturned white face of the head resting heavily against the high-backed chair that face, so ghastly in the gleaming candle-light or the contact of the nerveless, cold, pallid hand which fell by his side and touched hers to chill Hannah Ward's heart with terror, and cause her to stagger back against the wall for support ? She was alone with a terrible guest a Presence, which, unheralded, unattended, had crossed the threshold of that hum- ble kitchen, and sat down quietly and sternly at the hearthstone even Death ! Then, in that hour, alone with the dead, a terrible temptation passed athwart the brain of that hard, cold-hearted, avaricious woman ; nor was the terror which chilled, her heart, and made her teeth chatter, her lips livid, and her skinny hands to tremble, sufficient to hold her aloof from the committal of a great sin. With pale guilty face, and hands almost cold as the dead, she bent down and clutched the paper ; rapidly thrust it into her bosom glaring over her shoulder with straining eyeballs, mur- muring exultingly, " Nobody sees me ! It is mine now ! " Then, with a sudden shudder and a glance of terror at the dead man, she shut the writing-case and carried it to its station on the old chest of drawers, caught up her hood and rushed toward the door. On the threshold she met Chip. " Hurry ! Go over to Mr. Sanders ! " she exclaimed, wildly clutching at his arm. "Run quick, Chip! Bring the neigh- bors ! Reuben is dead ! " CHAPTER XIV. What is man's love ? His vows are broke, Even while his parting kiss ^s warm ; But woman's love all change will mock, And like the ivy round the oak, Cling closest in the storm. HALLECK. What though the world has whispered thee " Beware ! " Thou dost not dream of change. MORRIS. JULIE REVERE sat at midnight in the mansion where, fifteen years before, she had been installed as wife. It was an elegant establishment whither her husband had brought her after their three months' tour abroad. Everything which art and luxury could combine statues embodying the sculptor's dreams of grace, pictures into which painters had wrought the beautiful conceptions of their lives, rare antique transparent vases, tables of inlaid mosaic strewn with costly bijouterie, couches and hang- ings of velvet, carpets from eastern looms whose grouped flowers seemed to rival Nature's all these were gathered into her apart- ments, making such beautiful surroundings as would gladden an Artist's eye, and transform the poorest life into a dream of poesy and beauty. But the mistress of this elegant mansion, with her dark, rich, Southern beauty the curl of her short dainty upper lip like a rolled up crimson rose-leaf, the fire in her dark dreamy eye brighter than the flash of jewels gleaming on her person, above all, the impetuous throb jof her loving woman heart - (128) PEACE: OR THE STOLEN WILL. 129 was she as happy as when, at eighteen, she had stood in the drawing-room of Magnolia Grove House, a bride ? Had her dreams been realized ? Alas, no ! no ! What woman who makes an idol, but, waking, weeps to find it clay? Who worships blindly, passionately, remembering not the command " Have ye no other gods before me ! " but, ere long, is smitten down to dust ? Such wild, mad loves exhaust the heart, or leave it a prey to its own consuming feelings : red hot coals are they, that, dying, leave charred and blackened ashes. No ! spite of her splendor the sumptuousness of her fetes the richness of her equipage and the costliness of her apparel it was a weary life that Julie Revere led. If the slight lines traced across her low pensive forehead, the anxious troubled light which had crept into her dark eyes, the expression of unrest quivering among the curves of her red lips, and the indefinable nervous watchfulness which pervaded her whole demeanor if these were the criterions, then indeed she was not happy. It was late at night ; and the waxen tapers in the silver can- dlesticks on the toilet had burned low. Julie was in her dress- ing-room. Minnie, the faithful slave girl who, with Jupiter, had followed the fortunes of her mistress, had been dismissed ; and Mrs. Revere sat alone. She was in full dress, for she had that en ning entertained a party of her gay and fashionable friends in the splendid saloons below ; and as she swayed herself to and fro in a low cushioned chair, the faint glow of the tapers struck a hundred shivered rays from the diamonds on her silken velvet robe. Bandeaux of diamonds also broke up the midnight of her hair ; and the face which ever and anon anxiously turned to the hands of a tiny French clock on the mantel, looked pale, hollow, almost sad, in the ghostly waning light. 130 PEACE : OR THE STOLEN WILL. And she was sad then ; aye, miserable ; for she sat in utter loneliness, awaiting the return of him who had not been beside her that night as she received her guests, who seldom accom- panied his wife into the saloons of others, who was rarely at her side at church, concert, promenade or ball, in -social or domestic life. This was not the first time that Julie Revere had awaited until midnight until the gray morning dawned, even for her husband's return. It was a lonely, joyles"s life she led a constant struggle to be gay with the gayest, happy with the hap- piest to subdue that hungering cry of her heart ; for how had she lived all those long years, without realizing that upon her had fallen that bitter desolation that woe, than which no true woman would not rather die than experience the lot of an un- loved wife ? The lives of such are sere, barren, arid wastes deserts wherein no oases bloom, no springs of cooling water gush, no feathery graceful palm-trees fling down their grateful shade ; yet how many who smile amid their -desolation, teaching the eye to sparkle, the cheek to bloom, the voice to swell in song and echo musically in the laugh giving the world no token how the heart is withering the while. Grief and neglect kill slowly ; the heart can bear much ere it breaks ; and a loving woman will forgive injuries, and bury the thorns of disappointment though they rankle to the spirit's core. So did poor Julie Revere. But hours of neglect and coldness were fast doing their work upon her. Not outwardly alone, for the lines on her forehead were faint compared with the furrows in her heart whence the plough of Despair had uprooted every green and pleasant thing. At tunes she was capricious, petulant, almost insane ; then the mood changed, and she would have humbled herself to dust for a PEACE: OR THE STOLEN WILL. 131 caress or love-word. The proud, defiant, agonized woman the weak, loving girl each by turn held sway. And still treading his own mad downward way, looking with cold scorn or with intervals of fitful tenderness on this poor suffering woman whose only weakness lay in loving too strongly an unworthy object, went Augustus Revere. It was a May night, cold for the season ; heavy clouds brood- ing in the sky, completely shut out the stars ; and as Julie Revere sat in the midnight silence, she heard the patter of rain- drops on the leaves of the vine at her window. Throwing up the sash, she leaned out to cool her heated throbbing head. Long ago every footfall had died out from the streets ; and if the slightest noise broke the silence the quick tread of some belated traveller hastening homeward, or the watchman on his rounds she leaned eagerly forward, listened anxiously till the echoes died in the distance, then with weariness and disappoint- ment, *sank back. At last a hurried step came on the pavement, ascended the flight of marble steps, the click of a night-key was heard^in the lock, and Mr. Revere entered the hall and went up to his wife's chamber. The watcher gave a long drawn sigh of relief, with- drew her white jewelled hands from their nervous clasp, and leaned slightly forward in an expectant attitude a rich bloom breaking over her cheek. Entering the room hurriedly, Revere's face was flushed ; and his hair, still beautiful, and in thick curling masses unstreaked with gray, was tossed in disorder over his head. Fifteen years had left something of their impress on his face and form. His features had lost much of their delicacy ; his fine elegant figure had approached almost to corpulency ; and yet the general ex- pression of his firm full lips and cold steel blue eyes, was little changed. 132 PEACE : OR THE STOLEN WILL. Approaching his wife with a careless " What ! up yet, Jule ? " he kissed her. Julie recoiled slightly from the contact of those lips whereon lingered the nauseating fumes of wine and tobacco ; but she re- plied, " Yes, Augustus, I have been expecting you for an hour past." ,, Mr. Revere was not intoxicated. Wine never affected him to drunkenness or imbecility. On the contrary, it seemed to sharpen his faculties to acuteness ; therefore it had not escaped him that Julie shrank from him. His brow darkened. " Well, it seems that even my return, at this late hour, is not welcome ! " he exclaimed with an oath. " Jule, what the devil ails you ? You're cold as an iceberg ! " For a moment the warm Southern blood of the proud woman was up in her cheek, and an angry retort trembled on her lips ; but she did not utter it. Nervous, weak, weary with the even- ing's excitement, her watching, and his unkindness, she burst into tears. Revere saw that he had gone too far ; and he had a purpose to accomplish that night which would not permit him to injure her feelings past forgiveness ; so he pushed a low ottoman tow- ards his wife, and seating himself on it rested his head in her lap, saying soothingly : " There, there, Jule, don't cry ! I didn't mean anything ; but it does vex me to come home late nights, and find you ahvays up watching, pale as a ghost. But kiss me, Jule let us not quarrel ! I'm confounded tired, and half-sick to-night." Julie Revere's dark eyes swam in tears ; but she crushed them back with the strong impulse of her forgiving love, and bent her head down to his, kissing his white forehead again and again, threading her fingers through his thick curls. Bitter thoughts had been in her heart ; often, as she sat alone in her PEACE: OR THE STOLEN WILL. 133 desolation, the pride of her nature whispered, " Why do you love him so ? He is unworthy ! " But now, in the caresses she lavished on him, her woman's heart was the prompter. It was seldom of late that her husband had shown any symptom of ten- derness so seldom, that, when such came, she drank them eagerly as desert travellers quaff the few precious drops bub- bling up from the sand-spring. And so before the words he had that night uttered her pride had all melted ; and she bent over him, kissing his forehead, murmuring " My dear Augustus ! Love me, only love me ! " To say that she had been the wife of such a man as Augustus Revere for fifteen years without a knowledge of the life he led, would not be credible. That life had been the legitimate result of his youth. When, during the first years of the mercantile life, upon which, with the assistance of a liberal investment of her fortune inherited at her father's death shortly after her mar- riage, he embarked when he often absented himself from her on the plea of detention at his counting-room, Julie readily ex- cused him. Afterwards, on pretence of being engaged for the firm in extensive cotton speculations, he paid long visits to Southern cities writing thence repeatedly for loans and drafts on her banker, which she never refused ; nor then, did the trust- ing woman once suspect how the passion of Gaming was obtain- ing complete ascendency over her husband. But latterly, when he seldom sought his home until the mid- night hour was past, and then came, flushed and heated with wine, demanding money in harsh, irritable tones when, in his fitful slumbers, he babbled of cards and dice, winnings and losses, how then could poor Julie Revere fail to realize the degrading truth that she was the wife of a gambler ? Ah, she learned what almost broke her heart ! but even then, her wifely devotion did not fail. No means were untried to win 12 134= PEACE: OR THE STOLEN WILL. the deluded man from his ways. Faithful expostulations, plead- ings, large loans to meet daily-recurring embarrassments, were all of no avail. Even remonstrances failed ; answered only with reproaches, or days of absence and silent scorn until, sinking under his coldness and neglect, she forbore them. Sometimes, indeed as for weeks, when Revere's winnings were great, and mercantile affairs went on smoothly their life was calm ; and if he was not profuse in his old-time lover dem- onstrations, at least he was not unkind, and with an outward show of attention accompanied his wife into society, where his still elegant person and the polished manners he knew so well how to assume rendered him a favorite ; but there were darker hours, when, maddened' by losses, his demands for money became violent and imperious and then again she yielded. Thus this proud impetuous woman, with her haughty Southern blood the mistress of a splendid household queen of the world of Fashion, where her example was patterned, her smile coveted, and her nod treasured whose rare beauty enslaved others abroad in her own home, was a very slave to the fasci- nation of a love she hugged tighter to her heart ; and literally purchased the favor and attentions of her own husband with her fortune. But she said to herself, " I will bear it ! I might have let him go his downward way alone I might have saved my for- tune ; but it was my pride to uphold him in his business rela- tions with men to make him master of a splendid home. And the world shall never know what return he has rendered me ; they shall never gloat over my anguish, and say, ' Behold ! an unloved, neglected wife ! ' I can bear his scorn but no mock- ing pity ! I will give festivals where rich and proud women shall envy me ! they shall envy me him, even ! I will so cover his every error that, to the eyes of the world, he shall PEACE : OR THE STOLEN WILL. 135 -never be humbled. This, for a time, until the last dollar of my fortune has melted for I cannot resign his love while I have the means of securing it this, for a time, until the crash comes and we sink together, and then " Ah yes ! That was the sad refrain to all her heart-cries, WJiat then ? " It was a fatal stream on which Julie Revere had embarked, and she was powerless. Sometimes softest skies glassed them- selves in waters on whose surface floated the rich blooming lotus- flowers of Youth, Pleasure and Love and the voyager's fair white hands were outstretched to grasp them. Alas, that they withered in her touch ! But oftenest, thunder-clouds hung aloft, and storms fell unpityingly and the waves surged and boiled under her slight barque and then came to her ears the roar of a deep dark cataract below. Sometimes Hope took the helm, and leaning forward, pierced the gloom with eagle vision, pointing to sunny skies and a pleasant shore beyond the wreck ; but often- est, dark, grim, sullen Despair sat at the prow, pointing down- ward, to the rushing fall. And so the boat drifted on. Already she felt the wilder rocking and swaying of the waves already she saw the seething, boiling foam the glassy brink over which she must glide ; and the thunder-roar of the broken torrent echoed up from below. They were on the verge of the fall ! For, that night, Julie Revere had given her last festival ; the last eagle of her once princely fortune had been expended ; heavy mortgages lay on her house, furniture, plate, and equipage ; her splendid wardrobe and jewels, it is true, were yet untouched but, as the misera- ble woman bent over the flushed face which lay on her lap, she knew that once again her husband had left the gaming table a loser, and was prepared to sacrifice these, her last available re- source, for him. No wonder that she pleaded in a sad, heart- hungry tone, " O, love me ! only love me ! " 136 PEACE: OR THE STOLEN WILL. And with this insight into her character, do you wonder, reader, that when that night he laid his head in her lap and re- counted the old story of his losses when, with his fascinating smile and honeyed persuasive words, he put his arm about her neck and drew her lips to his, whispering " Only this once, dear Jule only this time ! I know I shall be successful and retrieve my ill luck ; and then, I will have done with this life forever ! " do you wonder that, burying her face in his luxuriant curls, she burst into tears, saying, " Thank God, Augustus, that this life is coming to an end at last ! It is killing me ! Everything has gone everything but my diamonds take them ! Let this be your last visit to the play-house ! " CHAPTER XV. She stood a moment as a Pythoness Stands on her tripod, agonized, and full Of inspiration gathered from distress, When all the heart-strings like wild horses pull The heart asunder. BYRON. JULIE REVERE sat with hushed breath, for her husband had fallen asleep with his head lying in her lap. In that hour every womanly feeling of tenderness and softness swayed her ; and she scarce dared to stir, lest change of position should break his slumber quite forgetful of her own previous hours of excitement and watching, and consequent need of rest. Every now and then she bent tenderly over him, gazing on his upturned face, and letting her soft white hands wander caress- ingly and soothingly over his temples. His hair in thick curling masses lay outspread over the folds of her rich dress ; his breath was heavy and damp with the fumes of wine ; and a deep crim- son flush upon his cheeks and lips told what poison-tide ran cir- cling in his veins ; and as Julie noted the Upas foot-prints of dis- sipation on a face whose every feature had once been the model of proud beauty, quick rushing tears sprang to her eyes and dropped silently -among his brown curls. It was a sad, weary night-vigil, that woman kept over him on whom she had wasted the best treasures of her heart ; and a gloom deeper than that which shrouded the earth without settled down on her spirit. She wept silently. Upon the earth a morn- ing would sometime break the rain dropping down on the 12* 138 PEACE: OB THE STOLEN WILL. vine-leaves at her window would cease ; but when would the chill rain of neglect cease its pitiless peltings on her bleeding heart, and the dawn break, for her ? How many other hearts have wasted their treasures utterly ! Rich freighted argosies, they sailed forth on sunny seas ; but the chill winds blew out of gathering clouds in mid-ocean they foundered on the jagged rocks of injury or neglect, and drifted astray, wrecked and rudderless, or sank down to deepest caves of forgetfulness, " unwept, unhonored, and unsung ! " There is no security for the earthly affections. At the altar we vow to " love, honor, and obey." Alas, that words spoken so solemnly should be regarded so lightly ! Then come years, when bright eyes grow dim with weeping delicate frames shiver in the frosty airs of neglect and scorn and thick gray ashes drop down on the hearth-stones of our hearts. . And then such weary, weary years, dragging their slow circles into eter- nity ! No hope that from those dead ashes can be rekindled the vivifyiag fire of answering love ! No hope that from out the thickening folds of despair one ray can gild our gloom ! But in such hours, when all of earthly loves fail us when the voice of Hope, the sweet singer, is heard no more when the heart sinks, and the decay of our affections falls chillingly on the spirit when for us there is neither love, or hope, nor any other joy, and we only hear the toll of their death-bells then, oh then, if there is One arm reached down to help us, One eye to look down lovingly, One heart that will never thrust us out that arm, that eye, that heart, the All-Merciful's how blessed are we still ! But of this Helper, Julie Revere had no experience. She who had set up an idol between herself and her Maker, could not see the Divine for the human ; and now, when the shrine was crumbling and the idol tottering, her gaze followed it down, PEACE I OR THE STOLEN WILL. 139 down, to the dust. It must be trampled, broken, and her heart purified from its unholy worship, ere she could grow purer or happier. For two long hours the sleeper lay with his head tossing to and fro in an uneasy slumber. Spite of the gentle pressure of Julie's fingers on his throbbing temples, she could not magnetize him into calmness ; spite of the silken cushions she gathered up from a couch near by and heaped beneath his head, he constant- ly changed his position and his sleep grew more disturbed and fitful. The glow on his cheeks became red as the flush of fever, his respirations came and went audibly, and deep lines corru- gated his forehead which Julie vainly tried to smooth out with her delicate fingers. But though he tossed to and fro uneasily and dreams ran riot in his brain, he did not waken. His slum- ber seemed to grow more heavy in its very fitfulness. Presently he tossed his hands aloft with violent gesticulations and uttered broken sentences. " Six thousand ! it is too much ! you shall not have it ! Golding, you shall not have it go away ! Money ! money ! you want money! Well, Jule will give it to us! Jule yes, she has thousands gold and diamonds ! But don't tell her she is not my wife ! Ah, SHE comes ! she stands before me ! Mary Halpine, go away with your haunting eyes ! " and he flung up his pale hands, wildly beating the air. Every word fell thrillingly on the listener's heart. She me- chanically repeated them " ' Is not my wife ! Mary Halpine ! ' What can he mean ? " then .groaning bitterly " ' Money you want money ! ' Yes, and Jule will give it to us ! ' Oh, Hugh Golding, you are the lure, then, to his rum? You dog his steps, and drag him to these vile haunts ? With your com- ing, come also his darkest moods. I see it now. It was for that, he begged my diamonds. Well, let them go ! " she added 140 PEACE: OK THE STOLEN WILL. proudly. "You have won my jewels but you failed in win- ning my heart. With all his weaknesses, this poor dreamer," and she laid "her hand tenderly on Revere's forehead, " has the virtue you never boasted, my libertine cousin ? " Alas for woman's faith ! Alas .for thee, poor Julie Revere, when the awakening comes ! Still Revere's sleep was troubled, still he tossed about un- easily, though nothing more escaped his lips ; and Julie bathed his forehead in perfumed water from an elegant cut glass toilet bottle, gently unloosed his neck tie and unbuttoned .his velvet vest, for his breathing seemed labored, then stirred the fragrant air of the luxurious dressing-room with her jewelled ivory fan-. In loosening his vest, the elegant cashmere dressing gown fell back ; and, protruding from a side pocket, the corner of a folded paper met Julie's eye. What was it? Some note for "debts of honor " contracted that evening ? She felt almost sure it was such she must see it ? Perhaps to meet this, he had begged her diamonds ! Heart-sick and shuddering, she said, bitterly : " Yes, I have a right to know this ! " and drew forth the paper. As her fingers unfolded it, she saw her mistake. A torn en- velope fluttered down to the carpet ; it was a letter and she would have returned it, had not her eye caught her own name and Golding's signature ; then, ere she fully comprehended the act, with one lightning glance she had taken in the. whole. "TBEMONT HOUSE, Boston, May 12th, 184-. " DEAK Gus : " Has Julie come down with the diamonds yet ? I hope so, for I'm in a devilish tight box here bad luck ever since I've been in this old Puritan city scarcely spotted enough to meet my hotel bills. Shall set my face Gothamward in three days at farthest. PEACE: OR THE STOLEN WILL. 141 " Thought I'd drop a line, that you might have no excuse about not being in readiness with the money, as I go, on to Phila., Saturday next, and don't want to be detained in New York longer than necessary for our interview, so meet me at Delmonte's on the arrival of the Friday evening train, with the needful." " By the way, since I left you, I've been troubled with some few conscientious qualms because I compromised the affair so cheaply. Six thousand only, for a paper that would have lodged you in Sing Sing ! for, Revere, you know that, in plain Eng- lish, you are a bigamist, and I could have proved it in any court in the land. " But a bargain's a bargain. Meet me with the money, and I'll deliver up to you the marriage certificate ; and Julie will never know that, when you made her Mrs. Revere, you were the lawful husband of little Mary Halpine. " At Delmonte's, Friday night. Beware, if you fail me ! " Yours, GOLDING." " P. S. Have just had a call from Jasper, who saw my name among the ' arrivals,' and looked in upon me with his chum. All right. A fine-looking fellow will bear off College honors, so his friend says. A trifle steadier than when you or /were younger he is, I reckon. . H. G." Every word was graven on Julie Revere's brain as with a pen of fire ; then the paper dropped from the cold fingers locked tightly over her heart. A hue of marble settled on every rigid feature ; a stony gaze grew in her eyes ; and for a moment her teeth gleamed ghastly white through the parted lips that closed over them firm as though cut from iron. On her forehead, two swollen veins stood out like knotted purple whip-cords, then the 142 PEACE : OR THE STOLEN WILL. deep violet tide faded, and rushed back to congeal upon her heart, leaving her pallid as the dead. She did not speak or groan, for her breath seemed frozen, her form petrified ; but that wild, agonized gleam almost of insanity looked out from her midnight eyes, like a wounded wild beast about to spring from its lair. The sleeper's head lay very quiet now in her lap. His brown curls almost touched the hands clasped over a frozen heart ; there was no sound in that chamber not the throb of a pulse, or the rustle of a silken curtain only the faint tick of the tiny mantel clock, and the patter of the dropping rain on the vine- leaves ; but had a thunder-clap broken above, it could not have dissolved the icy deadly thrall which bound Julie Revere. But at length the thoughts working idly in the dreamer's brain grew denser; his memory, wandering in the long gone years, gathered about a face long dim ; and his thoughts shaped themselves into a word, which he uttered as his head turned uneasily on the silken curtain and his thick curls fell back against the hands clasped over Julie's marble heart " Mary ! " The spell was broken. Julie saw it all. For fifteen years oh, how many years of shame ! had she been that man's dupe ; for how could she know that the poor girl, whose name he whispered in his slumbers, had been laid to rest ere the bridal ring was on her white finger, or the bridal kiss had touched her coral lips ? ' Mary Halpine ! ' She saw it all now. And he, for whose truth she could have staked her life of whom she had said to her own heart ' " Despite his neglects and his cold- ness, he is mine all mine " oh, what a viper she had nour- ished ! And herself? what was she now ? what had she been all those long, long years, but a dishonored woman ? Oh, it was terrible ! She went almost mad with anguish she beat her forehead with her clenched hand she thrust the PEACE : OR THE STOLEN WILL. 143 head upon her lap to the sofa close by, as though his touch were poison then rose to her feet. Then rapidly, like a wounded tigress, she paced up and down the apartment. Furiously tearing off her jewels the neck- lace, which rose and fell with every heavy respiration from her exquisitely moulded bust, the bracelets, that, wrought into twist- ed serpents, seemed to evolve lightning from their glittering gemmed scale?, the costly watch and chatelaine at her girdle and going to the toilet, where, imbededd in their dainty velvet- lined caskets, lay silvery pearls flashing and pale, blood-red rubies, and emeralds of the richest sea green she gathered them all up with eager clutching hands, dashed them down on the carpet, trampled them madly into its depths till their fine gold settings were indented and broken, and the sharp gems pierced through her thin satin slippers, wounding her feet. " There ! " she cried, her eyes luminous with terrible anger, her white lips curved with terrible scorn. " There they lie the jewels that tempted you ! They won you miserable wretch ! " and she went up to him and shook his shoulder, hiss- ing her words into his ear " They won you take them ! you have had all else ! Soul and body I have been your slave soul, body, and fortune. Oh, why did you not come to me and say, ' It is your gold I want not you ' ? "Why did you come to me with lies on your lips ? Why did you drag me down from my happy girlhood innocence, from my father's arms, to misery madness moral death? Augustus Revere, God will judge you for that ! Do you hear ? If there be a God in heaven, he will judge you for that base man, devil, fiend ! " But the man on the silken sofa slept on* Pitiable sight ! Dead to her maddened words unmoved by the whirlwind of passion which desolated her heart, sweeping away tenderness, pity, love, on its stormy track ; still he slept on. His slumber 144 PEACE: OB THE STOLEN WILL. was no longer broken and fitful ; the wine-flush had faded from his cheek, leaving him pale and haggard ; his eyes were rimmed with dark circles ; his hands fell prone down the side of the couch ; and his breath came deep and regularly with every long low swell of his lungs. Vainly Julie uttered her agonized reproaches ; vainly her dainty white hands shook Revere's shoulder with almost giant strength ; vainly she'trode the broken gems into the carpet ; and a curve of fine scorn seemed chiselled on her lips. For he lay not, as she imagined, in the heavy stupor of the drunkard's sleep. She knew not how, often of late, and every night since his inter- view with Golding and its terrible revelation, in order to deaden his brain and obtain sleep he had revived a long forgone habit. During his college days, in common with a set of idle specula- tive classmates, he had often indulged in opium reveries ; now, he drugged his nightly wines for a narcotic ; and thus, getting paler and stiller, his deadened brain lapsing into perfect forget- fulness, he lay under its influence. With utter contempt and loathing Julie spoke. " Fool, fool, that I have been these long years to love, aye, worship, such a thing as this ! " and she struck at his nerveless arm with her jewelled fan. " For fifteen years to worship him to bring him house, home, fortune, everything ! literally to faty his notice. To have no token of tenderness not even the commonest attentions of a wife from her husband, save I bought them with my gold ! For fifteen years filling a place such as abandoned women fill believing myself his wife ha, ha ! " and she laughed such a wild shrill laugh that its echo startled her. " His wife ha, ha ! that is good ! Here I stand, while he sleeps his beastly drunken sleep that is good, too ! Angel man devil ! Coming here from his drunken revels, to wheedle my last gift my jewels ! Yes, he shall have them PEACE: OB THE STOLEN WILL. 145 every one of them," and she stamped her bleeding feet again and again upon the crushed gems " every one of them ! I wish they were so many fiends to drag his soul down to perdi- tion aye, every one of them and have them, with my curse ! " Still Revere slept, every long low respiration beating on her heart like the stroke of an iron hammer. " Yes, sleep on ! " she cried with withering scorn. " Men who break women's hearts can afford to sleep soundly aye, sweetly, too. A merry pastime is it ! But no matter : I will touch your heart yet ! " and going to her writing-desk she dashed off a few hasty impetuous lines, threw them on the carpet beside the crumpled letter and the trampled jewels snatched up a silken mantle from a chair, flung open the door, and fled rapidly down the staircase and out into the dark wet night whither ? 13 CHAPTER XVI . " Go now the lingering curse is given, The spell is laid on thee ; The scorn of earth the wrath of heaven Is in thy destiny." \ Oh ! that my heart was quiet as a grave Asleep in moonlight ! ALEXANDER SMITH. THE gray night-clouds dissolved in gentle rain; and as the sun rose fair and bright above the mighty city, the hum of awakened life grew deeper, louder, in the crowded man swel- ling to its noontide height, then declining with the day ; nor was it umtil the sun neared his setting, and long lines of golden light' slanted through the rosy silken curtains of the luxurious dress- ing-room where he lay, tinging the perfumed air with a soft, glowing haze not until then, did Augustus Revere awake from his lethargic sleep. All day long, domestics had come and gone through the silent rooms of the mansion ; Minnie had vainly sought her mistress wondering at her strange absence, the broken jewels imbedded in the carpet, and still more at her master's protracted slumber which resisted all attempts of rousing him therefrom. When Revere awoke, a physician whom he recognized bent above him. Minnie glided cautiously in, shut the door behind her, and went to the sofa where the bewildered man sat. " "Where's your mistress ? Send her to me 1 " he said petu- (146) PEACE : OR THE STOLEN WILL. 147 lantly. " She was here when I went to sleep. "What ! night, almost? Can I have slept so long?" and he looked in per- plexed surprise to the western window. The mulattress placed a confused mass of broken jewelry and two written papers in his hand. " Lord, Massa Revere, 'pears like something dredful's hap- pened. Missis 'nowhar to be found ; and here's her diamonds, and rings, and splendid watch, all broke into bits and just stamp- ed into the carpet. 'Pears like as if she's gone ravin' 'stracted. Here's some letters, too, I found 'long side p'raps Missis says there, where she's gone to. Do read, Massa ! " And the terri- fied slave crouched down at his feet. With bewildered gaze, Revere looked at the broken, scarred jewels ; then his eye fell on Golding's letter. In an instant he comprehended it all. With a groan of mingled rage and de- spair, he crumpled it in his clenched hand; then ran his eye over the paper whereon, in blotted, heavy pen strokes, as if written under the maddest excitement, were a few anguished words in Julie's hand. " Augustus Revere, a dreadful fire is in my heart ! It burns it burns ! Your hand kindled it. May God forgive you I never will ! One hour ago, so wholly soul and body, heart and brain was I your slave, I would have lain down at death's door to save you a single pang now, now, I am about tempted to stop forever your vile heart's throbbings ! I might kill you where you lie in your beastly drunken sleep but I will not! Live, for her of whom you have babbled in your sleep her, who, perchance, had not the gold and lands for which you won me and made me what lam a mad, ruined, heart-broken woman ! Live, to know how I scorn, loathe, aye, hate you ! And, oh God, to think I have so loved you ! But no matter, the world is wide somewhere must there be room for this 148 PEACE I OR THE STOLEN WILL. wrung heart, this .wild brain. Lest I do you harm, I go ! God forgive you I cannot ! " " What is it, Massa ? " asked the terror-stricken woman at his feet, watching the pallid face, dilated straining gaze, and trem- bling nerveless hands of the man before her. " Massa Revere, for de Lord's sake, what is it ? Is Missis Julie dead ? " " Go down, slave ! Have done with your infernal talking ! " thundered her master, stamping his foot heavily into the imbed- ded Cashmere roses of the carpet his eye kindling, and his lips livid with passion or fear But not a word of this ! not a word of these letters or .these jewels, as you value your life! Do you hear ? " and he grasped her shoulder till his nails sank through her attire into the flesh. " Do you hear ? " " Yes, Massa ! " and she shrank in terror and pain from his iron grasp. " Then leave me instantly ! " Affrighted and trembling, the slave woman shrank away. Late on the evening of the ensuing day, Golding entered a private saloon at Delmonte's gambling house. For a half hour he impatiently awaited the arrival of Revere ; then a waiter tapped at the door and put a note into his hand. " Golding : I am confined to my room with illness, and can- not meet you at Delmonte's, per agreement. Come to me. " Yours, REVERE." " Well, if that's all, I'll go. I knew he would not dare play me false ! " and Golding went out. Walking hastily up the business portions of the city, he soon found himself above the Battery and Park in a quiet and aristocratic quarter. Ascend- ing the steps of an elegant mansion, a ring gained him imme- diate admittance. PEACE : OR THE STOLEN WILL. 149 Revere sat in the library where their last interview had taken place ; and looking pale and haggard stepped forward to meet him. " Sorry to find you ill, my boy ! This little affair hasn't wor- ried you, I hope ? Perhaps Jule clung to the diamonds - women do love baubles, they say and you had trouble in rais- ing the money ? Am sorry, 'pon my honor jbut here's the doc- ument ! " and Golding drew forth the marriage certificate from his pocket-book. Revere's face was pale as death, but a lightning gleam glit- tered in his eyes, and an iron curve settled on his lips. " Hugh* Golding," and as he spoke he stepped to the door and turned the key in the lock, transferring it to his own pocket, and, coming back, stood side by side with his visitor " Hugh Golding, I was not so ill but I could have met you to-night ; but I wanted you here here in my own house in my own power ! Do you hear ? in my own power ! Julie knows all ! Last night your letter fell into her hands it matters not how. Blame your own cursed stupidity for ever writing it ! She has gone ! There are her jewels ! " pointing to the table where in a gilt card-receiver, lay a flashing heap diamonds, rubies, opals, mingling- their sparkling scintillations. " Look at them examine them their settings all defaced, broken, trampled upon by her angry feet, but the gems uninjured yet. Still would they bring me thousands ; but, mark me, not one dollar raised from their sale shall ever cross your palms. For that paper you hold in your hand must be mine without an equiva- Golding drew back. " Never ! " he said fiwnly through his shut teeth. " Softly," replied Revere in a cool hard tone as though secure of his position. "We are alone I have the power! By 13* 150 PEACE: on THE STOLEN WILL. means of this " and he drew a revolver " will I compel you ! And, by Heaven, if worst comes to worst, I will not hesitate." " Ha, two can play at that game, I reckon ! " Golding thrust his hand into his breast pocket. But a hasty oath fell from his lips his face grew pale his hand fell nervously to his side. He was unarmed ! In hurriedly changing* his coat at the hotel before proceeding to Delmonte's, he had left his weapon. A grim smile broke the iron curve on Revere's lips. " I was prepared for this, or prepared for its opposite. It is best for you that you have no weapon I should not have per- mitted its use ! " and his eye darkened and his hand touched his revolver significantly. " Fifteen years under your thrall have not been so pleasant but I desire freedom. This last week's misery has made me bold. Resign me the paper, and you leave this house a safe man ; refuse it " and he raised the weapon. "You dare not murder me,!" said Golding with a sickly smile, and an attempt at careless bravado. " Dare not ? " echoed Revere scornfully. " You do not know me. I am a desperate man ! and a desperate man dares any- thing ! The paper ! " and he reached forth his hand. To resist was folly madness. Golding saw it. He yielded ; and though futile rage played on every feature, he deposited the paper in the outstretched hand. " I thank you I am your debtor ! " and with a mocking bow, Revere took the key from his pocket and unlocked the door. On the threshold Golding paused. A gleam of hate life his eyes, and a deaUly smile shot athwart his lips. " Yes, you are my debtor, Augustus Revere ! But for that paper I have rendered you up this night I will yet have ample recompense ! That recompense shall be in my revenge ! There PEACE: OR THE STOLEN WILL. 151 is one way yet through your boy ! I can touch your heart to the quick there ! Go to him - claim him now, if you will but I will have been there before you ! " There was a click of the key in the lock after Gelding's de- parture ; and as hour after hour of the night waned, Augustus Revere sat with pale face bowed on his hands, and eyes bent fix- edly on the paper before him ; then rising, he locked it care- fully in an inner drawer of his escritoire, and went back to his seat. So the gray dawn found him his eyes still shaded by his pallid hands. Was it possible that those were tears trickling silently through his pale fingers ? Had that iron man a heart, where, in some loiig-closed secret chamber, had been lain away, unknowingly, some tender memory of the injured girl who long years before had mouldered back to dust? Had Remorse, with clutching fingers, secured him for her prey ? CHAPTERXVII. Listen ! There's shame, and hissing, and contempt, and none but laugh who names me ; none but spits measureless scorn upon me ! BROWNING. IN his room at C College, among a party of convivial friends and class-mates, where wit and wine flowed freely, and the brilliant coruscations of Jasper Golding's humor flashed athwart ihe social atmosphere like meteors there and thus, came to him the knowledge which arrested the song and jest upon his lips. A letter was placed in his hand ; and though for a minute he seemed struck by a sudden blow, reeled in his chair and clung to the table for support, while his cheek was blanched to marble hue, he folded it calmly after the reading, thrust it carelessly into his vest pocket, and, turning to a companion, said with an attempt at a smile : " Pass the wine, Howland ! My throat is as dry as the old Prex's sermons ! Pour me a bumper." Louis Howland obeyed ; but hardly had the glass touched Jasper's lips before his hand wavered, the goblet fell, and he sank in a dead faint from his chair. In five minutes more, completely recovered by the cold water his companions had freely bestowed on his face, he took his seat again at the table. " What's to pay, Golding ? Bad news ? Anybody ill or dead ? " inquired a class-mate opposite. Jasper's fresh beautiful boyish lip curled scornfully ere it was bathed hi the rich red wine and a light laugh confirmed his words : PEACE: OB THE STOLEN WILL. 153 " Nonsense ! It was absolutely nothing a mere trifle, that's all ! Positively, I'm getting womanish ! I declare, my hand shakes ! Here, Bob drink a sentiment with me ' Confusion to ' pony ' chums, prayer-bells, and peaching tutors ! From these, and other like college nuisances, 'good Lord deliver us ! ' " and he held out a brimming goblet. The toast was received with shouts of approbation; after- wards, Bob Darrah sang a " smoking song," his head lost in the floating cigar-wreaths about him, and his feet at an angle of forty-five degrees on Jasper's study-table ; then followed other songs, impromptu witticisms, gay badinage, and lively conversa- tion the latter turning mostly on college affairs, sometimes in- terlarded with expletives neither choice nor classical, though often not unapt, detailing how this class-mate made a complete " fizzle " in that day's recitation how the " old Prex " was " down " on that one, and had him " up " for misdemeanor what a " rich " time a quartet of dignified, bearded Sophs, had "smoking out" a newly-fledged Freshy or how some par- ticularly obnoxious tutor, convinced that " something was rotten in the state of Denmark," made the discovery of a brace of antique defunct cats in his dressing-closet; or, returning late soine dark night from a visit to his Dulcinea, on gaining his room, met apparently some monster visitant from* Goblin-land, which proved eventually to be some superannuated white horse perfectly at home among the said tutor's Greek " roots," giving token of his appreciation of the Classics by converting them liter- ally into dead (and eaten) languages ! But over all the evening's festivities the utmost good humor prevailed ; and no laugh rang louder, or wit-shaft cut keener, than Jasper Gelding's. " Come fellows Edmonds, Reade, Darrah, all of you let's break up. It's late the tutors will be sneaking round," urged 154 PEACE: OR THE STOLEN WILL. Louis Rowland, rising ; for he saw that their young host was drinking to excess. " No ! no ! let's make a night of it. Tutors be hanged ! " Sit down, boys ! " and Jasper sprang up and locked the door, and placed the key in his pocket. " No we must go. It's time we were all asleep, or at our books. Think of your morrow's recitations. I must bid you good night, at least," and Howland approached the door. His advice seemed sensible. Jasper unlocked the door, and in three minutes all had passed out. But Howland walked a few steps along the passage, then returned. " Golding, I do not want to intrude but / was not deceived about that letter. There was some bad news in it. Can I be of any assistance to you ? My purse " and he drew it from his pocket. A quiver contracted Jasper's beautiful lips ; for an instant he bowed a forehead white as a girl's and overswept with rings of brown hair on Louis Howland's manly shoulder ; his hand wrung that which clasped his. Then he choked down the rising softness, raised his head, and spoke huskily : " God bless you, Howland ! but you can do nothing. Only leave me ! " Louis Howland passed out, looking back with something like moisture in his own fine dark eyes. When alone, Jasper drank off rapidly glass after glass of wine, then flung himself down on a chair at the window and leaned his forehead on the sill. Not a groan, tear, or sob escaped him ; the wine circling in his veins failed to warm him ; he was cold cold as death. O, terrible, when the thunderbolt falls headlong from a clear sky, blasting, blackening the fresh tree, steeping its green verdure in liquid fire, scarring it to its core ! So had all the hopes that bloomed for that proud, sensitive, PEACE: OR THE STOLEN WILL. 155 noble-hearted, ambitious boy perished so had every green and pleasant thing been stripped from his life, and his heart been stricken. Like a lightning stroke it came that cruel, cun- ning, fiendishly devised letter, wherein Golding sought to reach the father's heart through his boy's. Until this hour had this knowledge been hoarded and now, a lie wrought into its whole fabric, it came wild, maddening, stunning. There, upon the table, lay the terrible revelation " Augustus Eevere is your father ! You are the child of shame ! " More much more of hypocritical sorrow and hollow offers of kindness had Golding written ; but Jasper only kept his eyes bent de- spairingly on those fatal, stunning words " The child of shame ! " Alas for the dreams of his proud heart, his fresh youthful aspirations, his ambitious spirit ! all stricken down to dust. To the future his gaze went forward ah, such a future, with that stain, that heritage of shame and sin ! The thought of those coming years was the keenest pang. He sprang up and paced the floor madly. Save for two blood-red spots on his cheeks, his face was pale as marble. His eyes burned with a fitful hollow brilliancy, like lamps shining out of a tomb. " Terrible ! I had rather died than learned this ! God ! why did he keep it from me, to reveal at this late day ? Why did he not keep silent eternally, or tell me earlier, ere I built me up such a fair bright future, when I had associated her with every dream, and said, ' To win Orah Rowland will I do this, and this'? Oh such an elixir as her love would have proved ! By what feats of prowess would I have won it ! what conquests in the world of Mind and Thought ! I would have gone on from victory to victory, wresting laurel after laurel till the crown was woven to lay at her feet. Now now 156 PEACE : OB THE STOLEN WILL. what have we in common ? she the peerless, proud girl, and I, the humbled, disgraced, degraded offspring of a debauchee ? In her purity and her pride, she would strike me into dust with the lightning glances of her eyes. Oh, this is bitterest of all ! " and the agonized boy flung himself on his bed in a wild passion of tears blessed tears, for they saved him from madness ! From that night, began the downward course of Jasper Golding. Maddened by the one haunting thought which followed him everywhere, he rushed headlong into the wildest vortex of dissi- pation drank deeply of the wine-cup, handled the dice, drove fast horses on the race-ground, frequented theatres and every place of public amusement in the adjoining city vainly seeking to drown memory in Pleasure's Lethean wave. It were boot- less to recount the steps by which he trod his rapid downward way. A high, proud, sensitive soul, suddenly stung into mad- ness, is not long in rushing to its own ruin. In the maddening anguish which rent the poor youth's heart the blight dropped over his future and the wide chasm which separated him, the illegitimate, penniless son, from the proud, pure, patrician girl there was enough to appal a stronger nature than he possessed ; and it was but a legitimate resist that he should dash into the path which led still further from her side. But this could not last always. Dissipation and late hours told upon him ; neglect of study and total failure in recitation were not infrequent ; midnight orgies, from which he often returned in a state of intoxication, could not always be kept concealed, though generous classmates often bore him to his room and remained with him the night through, that the tutors should not find him thus ; at length the sad, disgraceful finale came. A letter was forwarded to his guardian " Hugh Gold- ing, Esq., New York city," Stating that, " owing to irregularities PEACE: OR THE STOLEN WILL. 157 of conduct, neglect of study, and defiance of college discipline, it had become the necessary duty of the Faculty to forthwith expel his ward, Jasper Golding, from the University." Hugh Golding read this letter with a smile. " It works well. I told you, Augustus -Revere, I would reach your heart yet ! " then, re-enveloping it, he directed it to the gambler merchant, and started to seek Jasper, whom it was his policy not to seem to desert. The remorse-stricken Revere also sought his son ; but too late ! Both guardian and father were unsuccessful Jas- per had disappeared. " At least, my revenge is gained ! " said Golding as he re- turned from his fruitless journey. " Though I did hope the lad would give me a clue to his whereabouts. But no matter now ! I can afford to wait patiently his turning up I do not intend to desert him altogether. Meantime, with his last quarter's remittance which, thank Fortune, I never suffered to reach its destination I can live ! " 14 CHAPTER XVIII. Oh ! fear not in a world like this, And thou shalt know ere long Know how sublime a thing it is To suffer and be strong. ., LONGFELLOW. PEACE stood upon a flight of marble steps at the door of an elegant Fifth Avenue mansion. Her hand trembled on the bell-knob ; and its clear sharp peal sounding out from the hall struck an indefinable dread to her heart. Poor girl ! her black dress betokened that she was again in mourning ; but no outward token could symbolize the utter deso- lation of her heart. Homeless ! an orphan ! "Words which define the saddest" of lots ! Never a loving eye to grow tender at your coming, or weep for your going never a lip to smile at your joys, or mourn for your griefs never a hand to push back the curls from a young girlish forehead, or to draw down an aching head to a throbbing heart. God pity such ! and help them ! When every earthly friend and helper has been laid away under the sod when the earth seems vast and drear and lonely then may the great Friend stretch forth the Everlasting arm of His Love ! Peace was alone in the world. She stood now shrinking, trembling, at the door of the mansion within whose walls she must toil for a livelihood. She. was to become a governess. When Reuben Wedgewood's estate was settled, no will was found ; and, according to the decree of the law, the whole passed (168) PEACE: OR THE STOLEN TTILL. 1-59 into possession of the nearest kin Hannah Ward. x There were many who shrugged their shoulders, and said among them- sleves " It is strange ! We always thought he meant to do right by Peace ; " and some even dared to whisper their suspicions that all was not as it should be ; but when did ever the opinion of man prevail against the stern codes written down in statute books ? And so the Ridge farm passed into the hands of the harsh spinster, and the bereaved girl was left literally portion- less as she was homeless. It was a dull, aching pain which thrilled Peace's heart as she went to pay a farewell visit to the graves on Wood Hill ; and, leaning against a tree, looked with swimming eyes on the mounds which covered the still pale faces of all who had loved her. September had not faded the September which had witnessed her graduation 'at Northfield, and saw her fitted, by Aunt Pa- tience's precious legacy, for that teacher's life to which she must now look as her means of support, but "already sad, sighing winds were astray in the forests their mournful voices, premo- nitory of the coming dreary autumn. How unlike it was to the September of a year agone ! Then the hazy beauty of an early Indian Summer flushed the landscape into living beauty, then, amid her pleasant school duties, she penned long letters to Uncle Reuben and read his affectionate fatherly responses, anticipating the time when she should return to the dear old home and watch lovingly over his declining years. Now, that home was hers no more ; another grave lengthened its swelling mound on Wood Hill ; beside the wrinkled, aged sister, and the girl who in her bloom and beauty had found a grave, Reuben also slumber- ed quietly. True a home a shelter, rather had been offered Peace. It was a deep game that Hannah Ward had played ; and she 160 PEACE: OR THE STOLEN WILL. could not long bring herself, despite her grasping, avaricious na- ture, to look unmoved upon the pale face of the orphan ; besides, she feared the construction the people of Meadow-Brook would put upon so harsh an act ; but the high-spirited girl, with an in- stinctive intuition that she had been wronged, and revolting from a life with the hard, cold spinster, rejected the grudging offer, and resolved to earn her own livelihood. An opportunity soon presented itself. un the day previous to her graduation, Madame Southworth sent for Miss Wedgewood to visit her in her own room. An open letter lay before the lady. " My dear child," she said kindly, smoothing down the curls of the beautiful girl, and taking one hand in her own, " This let- ter contains an inquiry for a governess from my Seminary. The applicant is unknown to me, but a New York lady, who says her former governess was educated here, and she is de- sirous of another to fill her place. The pupils are her two child- ren, a girl and boy of twelve and ten. Salary, three hundred per year. Knowing somewhat of your circumstances,' I give you the first offer. What say you, my dear ? shall I write in the affirmative ? " " Thank you, madam, I will go ! " said Peace, gratefully and bravely ; and thus was made the decision that should take her far from those quiet classic shades. There was a brief visit to the Ridge a farewell hour in the morning twilight on Wood Hill, tears dropped upon the new- made grave and the sod which covered Patience, and a passion- ate, clinging pressure of her lips to the little white headstone whereon was rudely graven, " Mary, aged twenty-three ; " and then she turned away and walked back down the hill slope and through the valley to the Ridge, where Hannah Ward was moving with heavy steps from kitchen to dairy and dairy to kitchen. PEACE: OK THE STOLEN WILL. 161 " La, eat your breakfast, child ! You'll be sick, if you ride on an empty stomach," urged the spinster. But little food pass- ed the girl's lips ; she rose from the table, walked through the house where eveiy room now deserted showed some token of the dead ; took down the old-fashioned profiles of Patience and Reuben from the west room wall, and laid them in her travel- ling satchel ; then sat down on the front door threshold, where stood Chip watching the approach of the old yellow stage-coach up the willow-guarded highway. "I'm thinkin' it '11 be dreadful lonesome here, Miss Peace, after ye're gone," said the bound boy, leaning his lank form against the doorway, with a sorrowful look in his dim blue eyes. Time, though it had added to the stature, and subdued the quaint chatter of the faithful lad, had not eradicated his reverence for Peace. "Yes, there comes the darned old stage to take ye off! Taint as if you was goin' to school this time, and Patience and Uncle Reuben was here to see you start. You see," and he approached with a mysterious air, and a whisper, " between you and me, I b'lieve she" snapping his fingers toward the kitchen, " don't care ! She's glad on't ! The old dragon, I hate her ! " and he ground his teeth. " Hush, Chip ! You mustn't talk so ! I shall come to see you sometime another year, perhaps. There, help put my trunks on the stage. I shall not forget you ! " Hannah now came to the door, hearing the roll of wheels. " And so ye're goin', Peace ? Well, good luck to ye and when -ye want a nice comfortable home, jest remember the offer I made ye. Maybe, you'll be glad to get back some day. Good bye ! " and she held out her hard horny hand. " Hannah Ward, I would not accept a home from you if I starved ! When I. come back here, it must be as I have always lived here by right the right of adoption ! Aunt Patience 14* 162 PEACE : OE THE STOLEN WILL. meant it she said so on her death bed : Uncle Reuben meant it, you knew that; but the law gave to you, and made me a beggar ! But I am going where I can earn my own bread : if you can eat yours, without the stings of conscience, you will be a happy woman ! Yet one thing I would ask of you be kind to Chip treat him well he is good, honest, and faithful. Han- nah Ward, good bye ! " It was the old passionate spirit which had occasionally stirred the quiet of her childhood, that prompted this outburst of indig- nation. Peace felt that she had been wronged though, cer- tainly, of the heinousness of the sin Hannah had committed, she had not the faintest suspicion and she had not so far learned prudence or subjection as to restrain her thoughts in this part- ing hour. She walked proudly down the path to the stage with flushed cheeks and flashing eyes. " Good bye, Chip ! " she cried from the window, as she was borne down the road. " "Well, I never ! What impudence ! Can she know ? " and Hannah Ward dropped down on the nearest kitchen chair, a shade of^paleness on her hard cheek. " But no ! what a fool to be scar't to death ! She was only mad that's all ! Much good'll the property ever do Mary Halpine's brat now ! " and with a bitter smile on her thin withered lips, she set about her daily work. Chip, meantime, hung over the gate gazing after the stage ; and when it turned a bend in the long sweeping highway, he went and hid himself in the long barn a full half hour, till Hannah's shrill call broke his sorrowful reverie. So, Peace had gone forth from the home of her childhood ; and now she stood on the steps of the stately city mansion which, for one year, was to be her abiding place. Little wonder was it, that, wearied with the long journey, alone in a great metropolis, PEACE : OR THE STOLEN WILL. 163 the stately free-stone walls seemed to frown down threateningly upon her, and the sharp bell-peal struck a thrill of dread to her heart and when the heavy door slowly turned on its hinges, and a fat porter who looked the very personification of over-fed insolence, stood before her with a contemptuous stare, she seemed ready to sink. " I am expected " she at length faltered forth. " Ah, so I should suppose ! " said the man, superciliously ele- vating his eye-brows and eyeing the trunks the hackman had deposited on the steps. " Your name, miss ? " and he stood across the threshold, not inviting her to enter. A sudden revulsion of feeling swept over Peace. Her spirits rose indignantly ; a lightning flash darkened her blue eyes, her cheeks were crimson, and her form seemed to dilate. " Go to your mistress instantly. Tell her that Miss Wedge- wood is here ! " she said haughtily, stepping over the threshold and setting foot on the velvet carpet of the hall. The proud self-possession which displaced all her drooping timidity would have commanded the respect and obedience of the pampered menial who involuntarily stepped backward and laid his hand on the knob of the drawing-room door to admit her, had not the voice of Mrs. Delano been heard fron^ the upper hall, as that" lady leaned over the rosewood banister, saying : " It is the new goverrfess, John. Show her up." With a firm step Peace followed him up the spacious stair- case, her foot sinking inch-deep into the luxurious carpet the dim light through the ground glass of the windows revealing a richly frescoed wall and ceiling and was ushered through an open door on the right into a boudoir draped with hangings of pale blue silk and lace embroidery, and furnished with lounges, tete-a-tetes, and easy chairs upholstered with satin brocatelle of the same azure hue. On a sofa near -the door sat a large, over- 164 PEACE: OR THE STOLEN WILL. V dressed woman of perhaps forty, with a face whose vulgar red the paling tint of the curtains could not subdue, holding a fat pink-eyed poodle affectionately in her arms ; and in a window recess from which the hangings were looped back with massive cord and tassels of blue and silver, her graceful form clad in an exquisitely embroidered snowy cambric wrapper and half-buried in the depths of an ample reception chair, her tiny slippered foot on a velvet cushion, and intent upon the perusal of the French novel in her fair jewelled hands, sat an elegant girl. These were Mrs. Delano and her eldest daughter, Florence. " Ah, you hav,e come, then ? for I presume I address the young lady sent by Madame Southworth," said the former, with what was intended for a dignified inclination of her head, but which the shortness of her neck transformed into a little jerking nod. "I am Miss Wedgewood, madam," replied Peace quietly, taking the nearest seat. " Florence, my love, this is the teacher." The young lady glanced up from her novel, and with a haughty nod coolly scanned Peace from head to foot ; but the quiet self-possessed look from the calm blue eyes under the shadow of the mourning veil, dispossessed her, and, feigning an aristocratic indifference, she dropped her eyes upon her book again. " Miss Wedgewood, I had no idea but Madame Southworth would send me an older person. You look very young. The last governess was much older." " I am young," rejoined Peace ; " not quite seventeen. Buf 1 I shall be growing older every day," she added, slightly smiling. " Ah, yes ! But that is very young a mere child. Really, Victorine is almost as large as you are. You are tall quite tall but too slender. Are you strong, miss ? " Peace's cheek flushed. PEACE : OB THE STOLEN WILL. 165 " Madam, is my size, or strength, or years, the criterion of my qualifications to teach your children? Madame Southworth's statement only involved my scholarship, I presume ! " she said spiritedly. " Dear me ! Why, Miss Wedgewood, you're hasty ! I meant nothing of the kind) I assure you. Pray, sit down ! " for Peace had risen. " Your youth seems objectionable only so far as your power of governing is concerned. And yet, after all, it may be best for you will enter more into the feelings of the children. They always complained that Miss Benson was too stiff and unbending. You see, .my dear," and the lady smiled condescendingly, " I, for one, don't believe in taxing teachers too hard nor pupils, either. Thus your duties will not be onerous no dull, flagging scholars to urge along for Alexis is uncommonly clever ; indeed, Doctor Parbox assures me that his brain is prematurely developed and then Victorine's pas- sion for Music is really wonderful ! You areian accomplished pianist, your Principal wrote me. Do you sing, also ? " Peace nodded an affirmative. " "Well, I am glad of that. Miss Benson had no voice. Vic- torine will be delighted. As regards management, jio doubt you will find my darlings perfectly submissive. Perhaps, now and then, a little exuberance of spirits on Alexis's part will need restraint but usually he is an affectionate and yielding child. There is little Cora Palfrey my nephew's child whose ^ome is with us you will not object to her, occasionally, in the school-room, Miss Wedgewood ? " " I am very fond of children," replied Peace. " Well, the child will be no care. She is a mere baby, fol- lowing Victorine everywhere. But hark ! I hear the darlings now from the nursery. Rather noisy, I declare ! That Kath- leen ! dear me, I must dismiss her ! She don't manage right 166 PEACE : OB THE STOLEN WILL. with Alexis ! always crossing him ! " and at that moment sundry shrieks, a kicking of boots against the wall, and the sound of an angry boyish voice interlarded with expostulations in a rich Irish brogue, issuing from a 'room across the passage- way, proclaimed an " exuberance of spirits " on the young gen- tleman's part quite shocking to Peace. At this moment, the pet poodle, Marco Bozzaris, leaped from his mistress's lap, joining in the chorus with a series of sharp, yelping cries. Miss Florence put her white hands over her ears, exclaiming, " Dear me ! mamma, how shocking ! " and Mrs. Delano gave the bell-rope a vigorous pull. " Ha, ha, ha ! Marky never hears Alexis's voice, but he joins in the s cry. I've no doubt but Kathleen has been crossing him in some harmless sport. These Irish girls are so impatient ! I shall dismiss her immediately. It seems her special delight to wony my darling. Come here, Marky come here this min- ute, I say ! " sh$ called out, in a tone which, if " a low sweet voice in woman " be the criterionof true gentility, certainly re- moved Mrs. Delano from the slightest suspicion of such preten- sions. " Ah, Robert," as the serving boy appeared " tell Kathleen I want her instantly ! " Peace had not spoken during this scene, but now she said, " Madam, if you please, I will be shown to my room." " Ah, bless me ! " exclaimed the purse-proud woman whose richness of attire and elegant surroundings could not conceal her innate vulgarity, " I had forgotten, Miss Wedgewood, that you might be weary. You came by the boat, I presume, and they are dreadful for making one sea-sick when the -Sound is rough. In consideration of your journey, you need not commence your duties in the school-room until to-morrow. Kathleen, show Miss Wedgewood her room ; and then, do you return to me ! " Peace followed the Irish girl who had just made her appear- PEACE: OB THE STOLEN WILL. 167 ance at the door through the long hall covered with carpets of the choicest texture into which her little feet sank as in a bed of flowers up a flight of stairs, through another hall and up another flight covered with plain straw matting, into a low chamber ' sparingly furnished with a bed, table, wash-stand, and a couple of chairs, and whither the porter had already conveyed her trunks. This little attic chamber was in no respects better than those occupied by any servant in that household ; and the good-natured Kathleen understood Peace's glance of indignant surprise, and said half-apologetically : " Please, miss, ye mustn't mind the place for a little while. Miss Florence is to give a monsthrous birth-day party the next week and it's ivery room in the house'll be crammed, sure ; but after that, Mrs. Delano will give ye a nice great room down stairs. It isn't the likes of yez, miss for ye're a rale born leddy, ivery inch of ye that should be put into the garret ! And is there anything I can do for ye now to help ye, miss ? " and the honest-hearted girl lingered at the door. " No, no ! thank you. Only leave me ! " and Peace could scarcely restrain the sobs that choked her voice until she was alone ; then she turned the key in the lock, threw herself in a chair, and burying her face in the bed-clothes, burst into tears. And bitter, indignant tears, were they too, that streamed from her blue eyes. " And this is the place to which I have been looking forward as a happy refined home ! This is what I have educated myself for to teach wild, spoilt, romping children ! to be little better than a hired nursery girl ! I will never stay ! That purse- proud, vulgar woman that haughty daughter, with her doll- face and insolent stare ! They may keep their gold and I will go forth, and do anything teach the children of the back- 168 PEACE: OR THE STOLEN WILL. woods do anything, rather than remain here!" and she rose and paced the room excitedly, and with flashing eyes. But softly, softly, Peace ! Have you never heard that arro- gance and pride of purse always look down contemptuously on those one round below them in the social ladder ? that the only " golden calf " was not set up for worship in the long gone ages, out even, in our own day, there be many who stand on gilded pedestals ? No, you have never seen the great world you never learned any such teachings ; but you will. At seventeen, when the blood boils with life's early fever, and wells up angrily against slight and insult, I know it is hard to bear! But Peace, you must school that warm, rich heart gird on a breast-plate, as of steel, against which the barbed arrows of contempt and injury shall glance harmlessly off keeping every treasure of your young spirit Faith, Trust, Love hoarded carefully for one who cometh, that spirit's lord and king ! CHAPTER XIX. Have you not heard the Poet tell How came the dainty babie Bell Into this world of ours 1 The gates of heaven were left ajar : With folded hands and dreamy eyes She wandered out of Paradise ! T. B. ALDKICH. AT nine, on the morning following her installation in Mrs. Delano's house as governess, Peace found herself in the school- room. It was a large apartment on the second floor, in the rear of the nurgery with which it communicated by a folding door ; and well furnished with a handsome carpet, desks and chairs for teacher and pupils, a piano, table for books, and maps on the walls. Mrs. Delano, attired in a showy wrapper of green brocade with broad crimson facings, and jaunty cap of tulle, ribbons and flowers, on the back of her head, had preceded her and al- ready sat pompously awaiting the governess : Miss Victorine a miniature of her portly mamma, in a rich frock, elaborately embroidered pantalettes, and her long braids of red hair tied with heavy ribbon balanced her rotund body on the music stool, alternately dodging from her brother's reach, crying, " Ma, Alex, keeps plaguing me ! " or drumming the bass keys of the instru- ment with a noisy, kettle-drum sort of an accompaniment. This scene, with its somewhat ludicrous concomitants, Peace comprehended at a glance as she paused a moment on the threshold ; then her eye was enchained by a little fairy child 15 (169) 170 PEACE : OR THE STOLEN WILL. who emerged from the adjoining nursery, tripping eagerly over the carpet, her tiny hands filled with toys. Sweet Cora Palfrey ! the very prototype of Aldrich's " Ba- bie Bell ! " "With the plumpest of little white shoulders peeping from her blue thibet frock dimpled arms, braceleted with gold and coral tiny rose-leaf fingers, grasping dainty toys eyes blue as the skies hanging over country meadows in summer tune and lips like cleft cherries ; such was the darling four- year-old child who bounded into the school-room with baby glee, nor paused until she caught view of the stranger feacher. Then uprose hi her violet eyes a look of childish wonder that gradually subsided into a smile, as of recognition she out- stretched her dimpled hands, scattering her toys over the carpet then bounded to the teacher's side, and held up her little scarlet mouth for a kiss, lisping " Aunty aunty ! " Mrs. Delano nodded a " good morning ! " then turned to the child, saying sharply " Cora, child come away ! That is not aunty." But the little one was not so easily satisfied. She gazed from Mrs. Delano to the governess in bewilderment ; but in a more positive voice repeated " Aunty ! " "She mistakes you for her aunt, Mrs. Livingston, because of your black dress she being in mourning for her mother, Cora's maternal grandmother," said Mrs. Delano apologetically. Peace stooped involuntarily and kissed the rosy lips still uplifted to her own. She had never seen much of children, and, from her yesterday's insight into The disposition of her employer's " darlings," she had at once foreseen how uncongenial must be her situation as their instructor ; but now, in the sweet little, elf who clung to her neck, pressed her dewy lips to hers, and persisted in calling her aunty, her lonely heart had found something to love. PEACE : OR THE STOLEN WILL. 171 At last she put her gently away, saying kindly " No, my darling, I am not aunty. ' " Who be you, then ? " asked the child, a frightened look gradually displacing the incredulous one which lay in her blue eyes, and elongating the curves of her pouting lips till she seemed ready to burst into tears. " I am the teacher. Call me Miss Peace. There, don't cry I love little girls," and with another kjss and a pat of the golden curls, Peace advanced to Mrs. Delano, who had risen, and played nervously with the cord and tassel of her robe. " Do pray excuse the child," she v said at length, " she has been quite spoiled by her aunt Livingston. When she went south, and wished me to take Cora and her nurse, I'd no idea she was such a mere baby. I fear you may find her troublesome. There, Cora, run away do ! You shouldn't lean on Miss Wedgewood so ! " for the girl had again sought Peace, and hovered close beside her, leaning her golden head affectionately against the folds of her black dress. " But she say she do love 'ittle dirls ! " persisted Cora, sliding- her fingers into Peace's hand ; who besought also " Pray, madam, let her remain. She is a sweet little thing. I shall love her dearly," but Mrs. Delano banished her with harsh, peremp- tory tones " Go into the nursery immediately ! " and reluc- tantly, looking wistfully toward her new-found friend, Cora glided away. Peace had much tact, and could not fail to, perceive that, from some cause, her notice of the sweet child was particularly obnox- ious to Mrs. Delano ; and attributing it to a pardonable feeling of maternal jealousy, she advanced to that lady's " darlings " at the piano who eyed somewhat defiantly their new teacher. " And so these are my pupils ? " Miss Victorine ceased her rotary motion on the piano-stool ; 172 PEACE: OK THE STOLEN WILL. and Master Alexis's defiant gaze softened. The ogress conjured up by 'their vivid imaginations a tall, severe, frowning " mis- tress," had vanished ; in its place stood a- young, beautiful, pleasant girl. " I shall not fear you ! " plainly uttered both their countenances. " Yes, these are my children," was the answer in a prideful and almost stentorian voice. " Victorine, Alexis, my darlings, this is your new teacher Miss Wedgewood. Alexis has a wonderful partiality for the sciences," turning to Peace, " Dr. Parbox a learned Professor friend of mine assures me he is a prodigy. My son, repeat to Miss Wedgewood that lesson in Philosophy you recited to the Doctor the other day." Thus addressed, Alexis a bluff, red-faced boy, also inherit- ing his mamma's physique in an extraordinary degree left pinching Victorine's fat neck between his fingers, and, snapping the blade of a new bright jackknife as a sort of vigorous jerking accompaniment, rattled off glibly a curious amalgamation of the terms of Natural Philosophy, in which " attraction of gravitation," u cohesion," " 'lectricity," " optics," and " h'draulics " with their definitions, resounded sonorously on the admiring mother's ear. " Now decline your Latin verbs, my dear ! " urged Mrs. Delano at the close of the boy's parrot-like performance ; and, taking in a fresh supply of breath, the " prodigy " started on his new round. Fast and dissonant the conjugations fell from his glib tongue, until a long-drawn inhalation and an extra snap of the knife-blade, proclaimed the jfinale. " Very well," -said Peace, who saw that some expression of admiration for the role her pupil had enacted was expected, but whose greatest exertion was to suppress her laughter, " Madam, your son has truly a strong memory a gift which, combined with application, must ensure success in his studies ; but Alexis, I presume you are familiar with the rudiments of PEACE: OR THE STOLEN WILL. 173 mathematics ? Let us see : will you repeat to me the Multipli- cation Table ? " "With a look of scorn, the boy confidently began, and volubly repeated the Table half through. Then his recital grew lame hesitating glances were frequent ; but the mother, who stood amazed that so simple a thing was required of her " precocity " rendered him no aid, nor did the teacher. Finally, he quite broke down, and hung his head, for Peace's searching gaze embarrassed him. In another moment, however, he fully recov- ered for it was evident that timidity was not one of the qualifi- cations of either of Mrs. Delano's " darlings " and shouted " There, mamma, it's no use ! I'm stuck ! Didn't I tell you that Alf. Warren, if he is the cook's boy and lives in the kitchen, can beat me hi 'Rithmetic ? " Then turning to Peace, " I can't say it, ma'am for I never went to school with the other boys. Alf. he knows it by heart," and the knife-blade went open again. " No matter, my son. Go now to your desk ! but do put up tha,t knife I'm fearful you'll injure yourself. You see, Miss Wedgewood," said Mrs. Delano complacently, "I never ap- proved of putting my children into the city schools, where they come in contact with everybody's. Alex, was always delicate and I particularly requested the last teacher not to tax him, Dr. Parbox assures me I ought not and that will account for his seeming deficiency in some of the elementary studies. Now he took to his Philosophy at once ; and one might as well en- deavor to move the Battery, as turn him from it. The Doctor says ' never cramp or distort a young mind ' and I have allowed Alex, his own bent. But hadn't you better hear Vic- torine play ? I wish her to attend to music, particularly. Vic., my love, the Battle of Prague." The young lady addressed whirled rapidly on her seat, tossed 15* 174 PEACE: OR THE STOLEN WILL. back the twin braids of long hair, and dashed violently at the instrument. Truly a " Battle " was it ^ every separate strain wrung from the tortured keys fighting most desperately to main- tain its footing in the fray advance, retreat, discharge of artil- lery, cannon boom, bugle note, and the rush of battalions, all mingling in one crashing din. " Excellent ! never better, my love ! " exclaimed the delight- ed mamma, allowing the teacher no opportunity for an expres- sion of her opinion " Now, Miss "Wedgewood, will you play something ? " With a smile, Peace seated herself, and played with mark- ed attention to time and emphasis, which, by-the-way, were evi- dently myths to her pupil a few simple arias, rondos, and marches from an instruction book ; and then, in a voice neither powerful or fashionably affected, but soft, sweet and clear as a lute strain, sang that sweetest of all Scottish ballads " Annie Lawrie." " Ah, pretty very pretty ! " I dare say you are an accom- plished pianist. Madame, your Principal, recommended you as such," said Mrs. Delano, patronizingly " but Monsieur Figaro would say you lacked style. Now my Florence she will play for you some day down in the drawing-room her piano is superb, quite different from this the children practise on my nephew, Cora's father, selected it in London when he went on his foreign tour Florence was at boarding-school then well, as I was saying, Monsieur pronounces her style brittiante, mag- nifique ! " But really ! " drawing forth her jewelled gold repeater, " Almost eleven ! and I promised to accompany Florence down to Stewart's this morning, to select her new party dress. Your dinner will be served in the nursery, with the children's. Good morning, Miss "Wedgewood ! " and in stately grandeur Mrs. De- lano sailed from the school-room. PEACE: OR THE STOLEN WILL. 175 That evening, as Florence Delano, radiant in azure satin and pearls, the folds of her Cashmere opera cloak drooping from her graceful shoulders, stood in the drawing-room, her mother enter- ed with flushed face'knd a frown on her brow. " Florence," and she sank into a couch fanning herself, " it is perfectly unaccountable the fancy Lucien's child has taken to this new governess. Even this morning I was forced to send her away, she clung to her so ; and just now, passing the school- room, j saw her through the half-open door in her lap, and the governess hugging and kissing her as though she had found a treasure. But I sent up old nurse Allen instantly. Artful creature ! I'll warrant she is ! these poor teachers always are. You don't suppose, Flor., this fondling round the child is for the sake of the father? She is handsome he might take a fancy to her I have a great mind to send her away ! " A rich silvery laugh floated through the apartment, and a scornful curve deepened on Florence Delano's proud lip as she adjusted her ermined cloak before the mirror. " Nonsense, mamma! how perfectly ridiculous! Cousin Lucien in Eu- rope, and this poor country governess ! What strange ideas run in your head." " Well, if I am over anxious, remember it's for you, Flor. ! You know on what I have set my heart, when Lucien returns." " Your heart is set upon that no more' than mine, mamma ! " and the deepening curve on her ruby lips, and the settled blaze of her clear blue eyes, told what iron will ruled that beautiful girl's spirit "I have not slighted so many hearts, to go unre- warded. Lucien Palfrey shall be mine ! " " Carriage ready ! " and the obsequious porter flung wide the drawing-room door. And that evening, as, amid the blaze of gas, the flutter of 176 PEACE: OR THE STOLEN WILL. fans, and the swell of rich music, Florence Delano sat in her crimson lined box at the Opera House, coquettishly receiving the homage of soTme half dozen admirers, and the purse-proud woman at her side beheld her daughter's fliumphs with an ex- ultant eye Peace, the lonely governess, for whom no heart in the wide, wide world was beating, sat alone in the dimly desert- ed school room. But when her thoughts were saddest, the door of the adja- cent nursery where Cora Palfrey had been put to sleep was softly opened a little curly head peeped roguishly in, two tiny finger? were l^jd on the rosebud lips, two white naked feet pat- tered across the carpet, and Peace was startled by a little girl in a white cambric night-dress climbing resolutely into her lap. " Nursy went down stairs, and so Cora got out sly, and come back to see you : now, 'cause you love 'ittle dirls, p'ease tell me a pretty story ! " and the curry head snuggled down to Peace's bosom. And so " story " after " story " such as in her own childhood she had heard from Aunt Patience's lips repeated Peace to the listening girl, about wondrous Jack the Giant Killer, and the little Red- Riding-Hood who set out on her mission of love to the good old grandmother, while Cora asked the usual num- ber of children's questions, wondering if nobody ever killed the " ugly old wolf," till her blue eyes grew misty with sleep, - and Peace, parting the golden rings of hair from her moist white forehead, carried her back to her little crib, murmuring as she watched her infant slumbers, " Blessed child ! you will render the days I spend under this roof endurable even pleasant. Darling Cora ! " Ah, yes, yes ! What little child is not a darling ? a bless- ing? Sparkling eyes, pouting lips, tangled curls, toying hands, caresses, gushes of baby laughter they are all heart-traps ! PEACE: OB THE STOLEN WILL. 177 Sunbeams in life's sky, dainty blossoms in life's pathway little warbling golden orioles, flitting in and out the sunshine or sha- dow wherein we sit making always May-tune in our hearts ! Bless God for the blue sky, the dancing waters and singing birds, for clinging vines and flowers, for all of Nature's beautiful things but bless Him most for those who creep into our hearts and vivify our affections, frolic and caress us when sad, or, if we weep, wind their tiny arms about us and lay their cool soft cheeks to ours bless Him most for darling little children ! CHAPTER XX. " One, a queenly maiden fair, Sweepeth past me with an air, Kings might kneel beneath her stare." ORAH ROWLAND stood alone in her drawing-room. One by one had her guests taken their elegant hostess's fair white hand, and bidden her adieu ; one by one had the waxen tapers burned down in their gilded holders, and the gas jets been turned off by the drowsy servants going through the apartments after the festival was over till now but one solitary flame in a mantel candelabra faintly lit the long drawing-room ; every burst of music and gush of silvery laughter was hushed ; flowers with- ered in the vases ; Judge Rowland and his son had sought their own rooms ; and Orah stood alone in the shadows of rich dra- pery muffling a deep embayed window. Orah Rowland's ,home elegant, stately, and refined, was an index of her character. Is not every home an exponent of the character and tastes of its inmates ? The furnishing of an apartment betrays the mood and mind of its occupant, no less than do the garments one wears, the glances that escape them, the words they utter ; if refinedly beautiful, graceful, and neat, indicating well-cultivated minds, gentle and loving natures, if disorderly, untidy, formal, or presenting an array of costly furni- ture disposed with a mere view to show, then betraying un- trained, heedless, cold, selfish, or innately vulgar souls. " Out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaketh : " is it wrong to add, " and the hand doeth " ? (178) PEACE : OR THE STOLEN WILL. 179 It matters not though your pictures be from the brush of a Claude or Rubens your curtains of silk and gold your carpets from the tapestries of the Gobelins your statues of the delicately pure Italian marble, and glowing with a poet- sculptor's inspiration though luxury and art fling down for you their treasures in a palace if no tasteful hand arrange those silken hangings into graceful folds, no artistic eye guide the disposal of those paintings and statues with due regard to the effect of light, shade, or fitness, and bind flowers in accord- ance with the harmony of colors, relieving a snowy spray or regal crimson blossom by a foil of rich glossy green then you are poor indeed, for the element of genuine refinement is lack- ing. All may not have elegant and luxurious homes but, thank God, all can have beautiful ones ! Flowers, birds, books, pictures it does not need a fortune to procure these. In the pleasant country, flowers are the Creator's free gifts ; everybody can pluck them everybody can adorn their homes with them ! And even in the stifled courts of crowded cities, a slip of mig- nonette or verbena, a solitary daisy, though blooming in a cracked earthern vessel in a poor man's window, will do more towards keeping pure and fresh thoughts and influences in the hearts of the lowly, than a hundred envious glances into the splendid conservatories of rich men's houses ; pictures the choice engraving, the exquisite lithograph, the cheap print, all embodying some artist's idea of the Beautiful ^ such are within the reach of all ; words of useful teaching, and the creations of Poesy, are found within cheap bindings, in this " age of books ; " and birds, though caged, trill forth such echo-songs as a Jenny Lind never sung. And so Orah Rowland's home, with its massive furniture carved in quaintest design, eloquent statues, pictures wherein painters had wrought out their lives, the conservatory where 180 PEACE: OB THE STOLEN WILL. tropical birds sang amid rarest Indian exotics this home, so grand, imposing, yet its every luxurious detail softened and refined by a woman's hand, was a fitting exponent of the char- acter and tastes of its elegant and accomplished mistress. Since the time of her school-days at Madame Southworth's Seminary, Orah had grown very beautiful. Now, as she stood in the faint glow of the candelabra burners her rich black hair, satin-smooth, reflecting wavy lines of light, her transparent olive complexion soft and creamy, folds of emerald velvet drap- ing a form perfect as the stately Juno in its niche, long loose sleeves looped up by a single gem from arms perfect in their rounded outline as the Medicean Venus it were difficult to conceive a being more proudly beautiful. But not, like the marble statue, was she cold and pulseless. It was not the warming hue of the crimson window drapery bathing her cheek in such a burning glow ; and by the restless clasping and unclasping of her hands over her heart, the nervous tapping of her slippered foot, the veiled brilliancy of her eye, and the heaving respirations escaping her scarlet lips, it seemed that some strong emotions swayed her being. And yet that evening, moving among her guests with queenly tread ; scornfully beating back the haunting gaze of impassioned eyes that followed her everywhere ; her haughty shafts of wit and pride sending forth from her presence one, who, in going, bore with him all her life and inspiration ; even then, that proud girl, who had hitherto laughed at Cupid's trammels, would not acknowledge what was forced upon her heart in the stillness of her deserted apartment that she loved ! Never before had this independent, self-reliant girl met the person who could sway to his her own strong proud will, or kindle, in all their enduring intensity, the fires of her heart. In society she had been the recipient of much attention from men PEACE: OR THE STOLEN WILL. 181 of intellect, station and wealth not merely because she was the daughter and heiress of the wealthy and honored Judge Rowland, but for the very originality of her own nature, bearing with it its own peculiar charm, her talents, and her dark rich style of beauty, and in that clime where, with her brother, she had made her home for the year following her graduation Italy titled lovers had sued for the favor of the accomplished American girl ; but from all had she turned with untouched heart. But now her hour had come. And to whom had her spirit bowed at last ? And why, then, when this new idol was enshrined there, did she by some strange anomaly refuse to pay it homage ? Was it from coquetry ? No ! Orah Rowland's nature scorned that. It might be from pride. Let us see ; and to do this, it is necessary to review a little. Orah's strong, earnest, unique nature had one safety-valve ; in action. There were no idle minutes for her ; she was always employed ; and as her moods changed, so her many absorbing pursuits. Literature was a passion with her : now it was the classics now the sciences now the arts, and lighter accom- plishments. At boarding-school, French had been to her like her mother tongue ; the Italian had been rapidly and easily acquired abroad ; since her return, she had conquered German, and read Goethe and Schiller in the original ; now she attended the Opera nightly, and next day dashed off scores of arias and sonatas for her musical talent was unexceptionable ; but her latest absorbing penchant was the Drama. Not a "star" ap- peared in the dramatic world, not a tragedy or comedy was produced, but Judge Rowland's box was occupied by his admired daughter, attended by her brother Louis now a rising young lawyer or some devoted escort. 16 182 PEACE : OK THE STOLEN WILL. During the early part of the winter, masquerades, tableaux, and fancy balls, were much in vogue in that exclusive circle of fashion and gayety in which Orah Rowland moved ; but at last, satiated with the constantly recurring round of amusement ball, rout, and party and, secure in the advantage which her elevated position in society afforded her, of following the bent of her own fancies, she resolved to depart from the stereotyped order of entertainments, and introduce a novelty. She would give private theatricals. No sooner did the idea strike her, than, heart and soul, she entered into her preparations, enlisting her brother as aid. The play decided upon was Scott's tragedy, " The Bride of Lammer- moor." She would enact Lucy Ashton ; and cards were issued. The fashionable world was delighted. Young ladies voted it " charming ; " gentlemen forthwith hunted up theatrical versions of the tragedy, prepared, if called upon, to " do " Edgar after the most approved dramatic style. Orah herself studied the heroine's part night and day ; but, among her circle of gentlemen friends, Orah could single no one who, to her fastidious taste, seemed a suitable representative of the dark, gloomy Edgar of Ravenswood. One after another was decided upon, then dis- missed. This one had no just conception of the character ; to another she had a personal dislike, and would not be supported by him. Thus, from daily closetings with her brother she came forth undecided. At last Louis Rowland came home to dinner one day in high satisfaction. " Who do you think I met on Broadway this morning, Orah ? An old friend, and just the fellow for your Edgar. A bonafide actor, too ! Never was more surprised in my life ! " " An actor ? an old friend f You surely are dreaming, Louis ! " replied the girl in surprise. PEACE: OR THE STOLEN WILL. 183 " No, sis a fact ! But you'd never imagine him. Seen the young actor at Mblo's Carl: Linn ? " Yes." " Well, and you have not forgotten that summer vacation at Uncle Reade's farm - nor Jasper Golding ? " and Louis Howland furtively watched his sister. " The actor and the stu- dent are the same ! " " Oh, Louis ! " Orah half sprang from her chair ; a crimson blush on her cheek faded suddenly to marble white. " Yes ! I told you, I believe, how, notwithstanding his high promise at Cambridge, he suddenly neglected study every- thing, but his mad pleasures went down like a rocket, and was expelled just before I graduated. I traced this to the night when he received a letter. What that letter contained, I never knew. He seemed mad afterwards ; would have nobody's friendship or advice. Poor fellow ! there was a fascination about him I never could resist ; and when I met and recognized him to-day though he seemed ashamed, and not until I pressed him hard for his present whereabouts, told me he was ' Carl Linn ' I couldn't, for my life, let him slip without renewing our old friendship. He was a noble fellow the germs are not dead yet. Wish I could do something for him, without touching his pride ! His second inquiry was.for you. Will call at the office this afternoon. Shall I ask him up ? " " But, an actor ! " rushed to Orah's lips. She did not utter it, however. For three years she had borne in memory that frank, high-bred, beautiful boy, whose companionship made that long pleasant summer vacation a golden' dream. She remembered the careless grace of his brown curls, the gaze of his deep blue eyes the rides, walks, and excursions they had shared those dreamy summer days the books they had read, and the poems repeated hi the old forests like a dream it stole athwart her 184 PEACE: OK THE STOLEN WILL. brain once more ; and now, he was near her once agaiif ; should her own pride part them ? For Orah Rowland shared the feeling, so common in society, regarding the votaries of the Thespian art. She revelled in the creations of the great dramatists ; admired the genius that suc- cessfully and truthfully impersonated those creations ; gave the tribute of tears and hushed breath to the tragedian who from the boards of a theatre wrought upon the passions of immense audi- tories ; threw bouquets at the feet of cantatrices and comme- diennes ; but, to invite an actor or actress to her own home to mingle with such, in private life ah, that was quite another thing! But, Jasper Golding ! what mystery, caprice, or maddening grief, had transformed him, the ambitious student, to an actor ? She must see him! " Yes, bring him, Louis ! " was her reply. Rehearsals were over, and the night for the representation arrived. At the farther extremity of a suite of apartments, a stage had been erected, with properties, drop curtain, and scenery painted for the occasion, and a hired orchestra stationed near it ; while seats arranged in a semi-circle accommodated the " house." The dresses had been prepared under the direction of a bona fide theatrical costumer ; and, as the play went on, the rendition of every character was perfect ; Orah Rowland voted " sweet," " womanly," as Lucy Ashton ; and Edgar, Master of Ravenswood, though recognized by many present as the " Carl Linn " of the dramatic world from complaisance to their hostess, whose undeniable right to "oddity" was fully allowed, aided also by his own manly beauty and high-bred demeanor was politely received by her guests. The play over, all sojourned to an elegant refection ; after which the quondam theatre converted, meantime, into a danc- PEACE: OB THE STOLEN WILL. 185 ing hall by the removal of stage and seats the band struck up one of Strauss's inspiring waltzes, and Terpsichore claimed the remnant of the night ; nor was it until the gray morning tints broke, that the last carriage rolled from Judge Rowland's man- sion. - Next day, the affair was discussed over late breakfasts and in luxurious boudoirs ; and one or two evening papers' reported, under the head of " Private Theatricals," " An elegant, unique, and classical entertainment, given last night at the princely man- sion of one of our most distinguished citizens, where the young hostess already one of our reigning belles was most ably supported in the dramatic, representation by a promising young artist, well-known as a favorite with our theatre-going public." So it was talked about, written about, read about, and floated away a glittering bubble swept down the restless tide of fash- ionable life ; but not so^ as other fetes which had come and gone like dazzling meteors in the sky of her social life not so did the memory of that night fade from Orah Rowland's mind ; for there, in the midst of that festival, the hour which comes once to every woman, came to her. In every scene of that representation the rescue in the wood Edgar's unspoken love, when the desolate "Wolf's Crag gives shelter to sweet Lucy Ashton their subsequent betrothal at the Mermaiden's Fountain the stern Lady Ashton's com- mand, that her daughter's love be transferred to Hayston of Bucklaw or lastly, when, returned from over seas, her fated lover bursts upon the marriage rite, crying in reproachful, des- pairing, impassioned accents, " I am still Edgar of Ravenswood," and, cold, white, statue-like, at the behest of her pitiless mother, she yields the broken piece of gold token of their betrothal, followed by the tragic -finale, in every scene, so absorbed, heart, soul, and brain, had Orah Howland become in the charac- 16* 186 PEACE : OR THE STOLEN WILL. ter she rendered, that everything was forgotten. It was an actual, living reality. She returned glance for glance Edgar's love fell prone to the floor and when the curtain fell, was only conscious of one blest emotion, that his arms were around her, her head upon his breast, his dying kiss upon her dying lips. But the reaction came. Afterwards, when her friends gath- ered around her with compliments on her " splendid acting " when she caught Jasper Golding's eye bent earnestly, tenderly, almost reproachfully upon her when, alone in her own room, she thought it all over a blush of vexation came to her cheek, and a haughty curl to her lip ; and, by a strange contradiction, while she revelled in her old intoxicating memories of the boy- student, she resolved to forget the boy-actor ; burned the copy of the Bride of Lammermoor she had studied ; and, as she un- bound her midnight hair before the mirror, paused to. laugh contemptuously, " This is well of Orah Howland ! turning actress ! " Afterwards, there were many in fashionable life who followed the example of the brilliant belle. Private theatricals became much in vogue ; " Lady of Lyons," " School for Scandal," and other comedies, were successfully produced. Even " Carl Linn," whose entree into Judge Rowland's mansion procured him that of others, received many invitations ; but in none of these enter- tainments, other than as an auditor, could Orah be persuaded to mingle. Yet night after night she frequented these scenes ; for there she met one, whom strange anomaly in woman's heart ! she both sought and avoided. Now, by her kindness and favoring smiles, she won him to her side till his eye spoke the old tale of love ; then, haughtily cold, she noticed his presence only with a careless nod. Now, her invitation bade him welcome to her own house, where, even- PEACE : OK THE STOLEN WILL. 187 ing after evening, sitting beside him, she listened to impassioned readings ; then, in enacting the dignified, freezingly courteous hostess, she plainly pointed out the difference between them. So the struggle had gone on in her heart, till, on the night in question, a few scornful cutting words uttered purposely in his hearing, had driven forth Jasper Golding with a proud defiant blaze in his flashing eyes, and left Orah Rowland to -receive the adieus of her guests with a smiling lip, and afterwards, to regret vainly the utterance she could not recall. Every woman is an epicure in the matter of the affections. Let hearts be laid at her feet as plentifully as wayside flowers bloom, and she idly plucks them, toys with them, and tosses them to the winds ; but let one become suddenly withdrawn, or stand " afar off " on some unattainable height, and she reaches forth her hands longingly. Nor is this, as some would have us believe, because there is a mixture of the coquette in every nature ; rather let it be accounted for on the principle that " blessings brighten as they take their flight," and " difficulty to procure, only enhances the zest of passion." Never is there a flower so beautifuL as that which has been plucked from the brow of the precipice ; never a pearl so rare as that won from deepest ocean caves by the skilful diver ; never a heart so val- ued as when we have climbed the barren steeps of Difficulty, waded through troubled waters of Fear, over the moorlands of Doubt, and along the barren shores of Despair, then wrested it suddenly for our own. CHAPTER XXI. Few none find what they love or could have loved, Though accident, blind contact, and the strong Necessity of loving, have removed Antipathies. BTRON. JASPER GOLDING left the presence of Orah Rowland, and went out into the night. He walked rapidly now in the shad- ows of tall buildings, now under the glare of street lamps, and then threading narrow alleys lighted only by the far off stars. Very distant they seemed to him that night the serene stars going, as he did, from the presence of one who had been the brightest star in his life's sky, but who stood now as far above him as the orbs in the deep night heavens. How distant always they seem to us in the great city the holy stars ! It is only out in the open country ; standing on grassy meadow slopes, in orchard-reaches white with drifts of apple blossoms, on some hill among the pinewoods, or in cool shady lanes, that the heavens seem to lean down lovingly and the stars watch us like tender human eyes. There, when the gloaming falls, and you sit alone with Nature in her quietest moods, when the night comes on with hushed footsteps, and " With the night the stars creep o'er -the trees " there you learn to watch their coming with something akin to love. The pure the holy stars ! Sentinels on the walls of heaven, wav- ing their little naming torches on every pointed tower and bat- tlement, lest some daring intruder attempt to scale their walls (188) PEACE : OR THE STOLEN WILL. - 189 % yet watching you tenderly, compassionately, all the while, and beckoning with their glimmering lights, " Come up hither ! " But in mighty cities, where the pulses of life are never wholly laid to sleep where the jar and jangle of trade is scarce hush- ed from sunrising to sunrising again where the eye is blurred with the glitter of gold and the heart gets weaned from mother Nature where crime lurke in shadowy corners and passions riot in human hearts there the stars burn faint and cold, and the heavens stand high above O so very far away ! And so they seemed few, faint, and cold, glimmering in the narrow strip of sky between the tall brick houses ; and brought no quieting influence to him who walked on rapidly under their beams that winter night. " So distant ! so high above me ! " he muttered. " So cold their gaze, like the gleam of a proud wcftnan's eye ! So far above me but alas, no higher than is she ! In her bright world of fashion and beauty and pride, what cares she more for the humble actor, than the stars for the earth-worm that crawls below ? Pitiful fool that I have been ! because she treated me with kindness, I have dared to worship her ! Why did I not keep away from her ? why, night after night, did I go into her presence, to sit by her side, listen to her words, feed upon her beauty, till my brain grew maddened ? I, who should have been her equal but am what ? The veriest thing upon whom she would look, aye, upon whom shethas looked this night, with scorn. And who made me what I am? who smote me from the same level with her ? Curses on him who, bankrupt in honor, stands this night in high places, while his child goes forth with the weight of her cutting scorn on his head ! Oh these heartless, dissolute men of the world ! they send their vic- tims broken-hearted to the grave they bequeathe to the fruit of their sin the dowry of shame 7 and the world fawns on and 190 - PEACE: OK THE STOLEN WILL. flatters them, as though their hollow rotten hearts were the re- ceptacle of truth and honor ! Oh, I would rather own my father among the poorest day laborers in this city yes, rather earn my bread by the humblest drudgery, than live this life, madden- ed by this crushing stain. Men may not know it they may not call me by my rightful name. She does not know what dashed my boyhood dreams to earth but it is eating into my heart's core. It has brought me to this life ; it has brought me to her scorn ; for did I not hear her say, not a half hour agone, with a contemptuous smile that stabbed me to the heart " Oh no ! I could never marry an actor ! " " An actor ! " and his Hp curled bitterly, then after a slight pause his eye kindled, and he muttered almost defiantly, " Proud girl ! I wish I could prove to you that I am not wholly unworthy ! Can it be, that this alone divides us-? By heaven, if I thought so" and his eye softened. "If I thought so! but no, I am a fool and yet, a thought strikes me a thought strikes me '.it may be so I will- do it ! " and he walked rapidly on. Onward still he kept his way through lighted streets and dim alleys, until, striking into a great thoroughfare, he trod half its length and paused before a large stone edifice, its front rich with architectural adornment, and its entire upper story brilliant with the glare of gas. The broad entrance hall was light as day, revealing a flight of massive stone stairs, with a ticket office on each side ; large posters about the sidewalk and entrance, before which he paused, announced, " the last night, positively, of the celebrated " star actress," and the " appearance of the favorite danseuse, Gabrielle Franck ; "' and the full tide of orchestra music sweeping down the broad staircase, to which a few loungers beat time with their heels on the pavement, announced that Jasper stood before a theatre. But evidently he was no stranger here for, muttering as PEACE: OR THE STOLEN WILL. 191 the music swept louder down the staircase, " It is the interlude I am just in time," he walked rapidly past the 'little knot of loungers, turned into a narrow by-way at the extremity of the building, and entered the theatre by a rear door. Making his way up a flight of dimly lighted stairs, stooping to avoid beams and rafters, hastening through dusky cobwebbed passages, turn- ing a corner, then coming into a lighted passage and opening a door whence came the sound of voices and laughter, he stood within the green-room. The play had been one of Snakspeare's tragedies, and seve- ral actors and actresses were huddled about the green-room fire en costume princes, soldiers, maids of honor and peasants, all on the most republican footing the " star " alone being absent in her dressing-room ; and, as " Carl Linn " entered, more than one friendly hand was extended. " Ah, Linn, glad to see you, my boy ! " exclaimed one. " Been into the house ? No ? Why it's a crowder crammed, packed, from pit to ceiling, like a drum of figs. The " star " draws like mustard. Pity we poor stock actors -couldn't line our purses, likewise ! Wonder when our name will draw half Gotham ? " " Oh, patience ! patience ! " exclaimed another, good-humor- edly. " We'll strut our " brief hour upon the stage " of public enthusiasm, by-and-by. But how is it. Linn," turning to Jasper, " how is it about this streak of good luck that's turned up for you ? True enough, I suppose ! Well well " winking sig- nificantly, "some folks are born with silver spoons in their mouths ! " Jasper's only reply was a glance of surprise, at which his companion laughed. " Ah, look at the innocent ! Plays his part capitally ! You'll do, Linn ! But I can't help wishing that accomplished, hand- some, and wealthy belles like this Miss Howland who hap- 192 PEACE: OR THE STOLEN WILL. pen to take fancies to good looking young actors, were not, like angel's visits, " few and far between." Wonder if our handsome phiz will not make our fortune, too ? " and he complacently stroked his chin before a mirror? Jasper bit his lip, and a frown darkened his hrow. " Let Miss Rowland's name be unheard here ! " he said with withering hauteur. " Aha ! Coming the nabob already ? " replied Dunn, with a sarcastic laugh. " So your divinity is too fine- china to be men- tioned alongside such crockery as trips on yonder boards ?." pointing to the stage. " Ah ! well I suppose that's perfectly natural now ! But don't look daggers at me, my dear fellow. Macbeth's done murder enough, for one night. I'm off for the farce. Au revoir!" and as the manager entered the green- room, Dunn, followed by half dozen others, made their exit to change costumes. "Mr. Forbes, a moment with you, if you please, sir," said Jasper, as that gentleman greeted him with a courteous, " Good evening, Linn," and was moving on. They withdrew to a cor- ner. Jasper was very pale. " My engagement is sooa up, I think, sir," said Jasper. " Yes, in a fortnight. But why do you ask, Linn ? You will continue with us, I take it ? " " That is what I wanted to speak about, to-night. I mean to quit this life." " What ! quit the stage, young man ? " and the manager step- ped back, amazed. " Yes, sir ! " answered Jasper, firmly. "It is a new move, I imagine?" said Mr. Forbes after a slight pause. " Of course you know your own reasons best, Linn, but I'm sorry. You have every requisite for success as an actor face, voice, figure, and elocutionary powers couldn't PEACE: OR THE STOLEN WILL. 193 fail, with study and training, to stand high on the list. I fear you are taking a step you'll repent. Better ' nip it in the bud,' Linn ! " "Mr. Forbes," and Jasper spoke somewhat nervously, "you have belonged to this profession all your days, sir ? " " I have," was the reply. " And you like it 2. You think it an honorable one ? " " Aye, aye ! Most certainly I do, young sir ! " and the man- ager brought his hand down heavily on a chair. " I regard the Drama as one of the most important branches of Art, which ca* be made subservient, not only to man's amusement, but to his elevation and advancement. I regard it but no matter, there is no time now to enter into a discussion of the subject. But why do you ask ? " " You have, in the course of your career, seen men come up from the humblest walks of life to the highest rank in their pro- fession ? " asked Jasper, evading an answer. " Yes yes ! " and the manager rubbed his hands. " I did that myself that is, I rose from ' the people,' and am proud to say it. Was call-boy, supe, toiling actor, and ' star ' eventually. I tell you, my dear boy, the reward comes sooner or later." " And you had a great deal to contend against the opinions of many their prejudices against actors as a class, I suppose? " " Oh, of course, of course, young sir ! Don't you know that's a ' perquisite ' of our profession ? " and the manager smiled somewhat sarcastically. " In ' this enlightened nineteenth cen- tury ' there are thousands who, from sheer ignorance, possessing neither love nor appreciatfon for the sublime Dramatic art, hurl their anathemas against the wickedness of the stage and the heinous sin of countenancing its followers. They talk learnedly of classic beauty, and describe eloquently some master-piece from the sculptor's chisel order paintings from the old masters 17 194 PEACE : OR THE STOLEN WILL. pay some mustachioed piano-torturer exorbitant sums to teach their daughters Italian operas and German waltzes but straight- way contemn the interpreter of Shakspeare's sublimest tragedies, and utterly ignore him a position in social life. I tell you, my young friend, these are not the days of the old Greeks, when an actor's profession was looked upon as most honorable when such sat at the tables of dignitaries and some of the highest officers of the State were ardent votaries of Thespia when Sophocles, -