"For we stem the shining river, The river of the isles, On our fairy yacht, the _Ino_, With our love beside our side.
For I there met a sorcerer, who robbed me of my heart, and whose spells I could not break until I fled from this scene of enchantment. And again we board our trim yacht, and what varied scenes of beauty met the eye, whenever and wherever we gazed.
Such lights, such shadows, such artist bits, such trees, such rocks, such everything! Surely we were in fairyland, and not in plain, practical Canada.
"On some of the islands are ideal summer homes; now we came upon a fairy-like structure, in Italian villa style; now, upon a palatial mansion; now, upon a camp all alive, and signalling _Ino_ the fair.
"The only specks in my sun were, that the American islands were made more beautiful by their owners than our own; and that uneuphonious names had been given to some of these charming islets. Fancy one "Pitch Pine Point"--I failed to see the point of christening it so.
"The rocks take most fantastic shapes in the shadowed moonlight. By and under the rock-bound sh.o.r.e, I used to fancy I saw nymphs dancing on the rippling waters, which was to them music; and, dreaming on, as we lazily stemmed the tide, it all came to me, that in days of yore, the youths from the sh.o.r.e, coming to row and sport in the waves at eve, saw the water-sprites, and fell in love; when the sea-G.o.ds, for revenge, fell upon them, transforming them into some of the most fantastic-shaped rocks we see; and, the sea-nymphs, pitying the sons of men for their fatal love, prayed the G.o.ds to transform themselves into trees, to grow into the clefts of the rocks; and so protect their would-be lovers from old Sol"s fiery beams, and their wish was granted.
"But we invariably turned ere a bend in the river robbed it from our sight, to take a last loving glance at the beauteous Isle Manhattan, where we had been most hospitably entertained by its charming American inmates. It is beautifully wooded, and an elegant mansion thereon, with one of the most hospitable of verandas, stretching long and wide, with many American rockers and pillowed rattan sofas, on which we have reclined or sat while partaking of iced claret and, for those who liked it, champagne _carte blanche_, and where we had one of the most perfect views from the commanding tower of the villa.
"A view that wants a Lett, an Imrie, or an Awde to sing of, a Longfellow to immortalize--my pen is lifeless in describing its beauty; a beauty that would ravish the soul of a poet, and send an artist wild; a view which brought to my mind the remark of a dear old Scotchman, whom a party of tourists came upon, lost in admiration of the Falls of Niagara. On one of the party asking him what he thought of the Falls, he said, "Eh, man, I just feel like takin" aff my bonnet til"t."
"In the far-stretching scene of loveliness here, in the heart of the Islands, one should go to the Tower, at Manhattan alone, leaving the merry, madding crowd on board the yacht, or on the veranda; one should go alone, or in dual solitude, where a clasp of the hand, or a look, is sympathy enough; for one should carry with one one"s fill of such a scene of perfect beauty, to brighten darker days and drearier times."
CHAPTER XIX.
EYE-OPENERS.
On the morning of All Saints" Day, and while numerous bells, in tuneful voices, reminded London of souls departed, and souls to be saved, Silas Jones and his twin spirit, Sarah Kane, having arrayed themselves in best bib and tucker, had taken the underground rail from Bayswater, and with the mult.i.tude were trying not to lose one another in the London fog--a regular pea-souper, in which the coat-pocket of Silas had been picked of pipe, tobacco and handkerchief.
"Mercy me, Silas, look well that they don"t steal the license."
"You are right, Sarah; which the thieves would not ask for leave or license to take; "tis a big world our London; and it"s my belief the thieves" quarter is the biggest half."
"We should have made sure of the license, Silas, by being married at first."
"That we should, dear; but you have always let a fancied duty come between us. And now for Piccadilly and Dr. Annesley, in this fog."
"h.e.l.lo, Missis; a feller can"t see in this "ere yeller fog; "ere, get into my barrow; it"s clean, and I"ll run yer through," said a boy"s voice, running against them; and which Sarah Kane recognized as that of her liberator, the cross-eyed boy.
His offer was hurriedly declined by Silas, who dreaded Sarah taking her hand from his arm. On ascertaining from the boy that he had hired to peddle fruit for a huckster and that he had p.a.w.ned the watch and chain they offered to redeem them, and give him a sovereign and-a-half for them; which offer he joyfully accepted; they also, giving him their address, told him, if at any time he wanted advice or a.s.sistance, to come.
A policeman now directed them to the residence of Dr. Annesley--a genial, kindly old gentleman, who was at home, and pleased to see them.
On their relating the doings at Broadlawns, he was both astonished and indignant, disgusted and outrageous.
"As to any sharp tricks in money matters, I am not surprised," he said, impatiently; "but that they should have dared to perpetrate such an outrage as the marriage of Mr. C. Babbington-Cole, to that intensely disagreeable, ugly, cruel, Miss Villiers, is monstrous, monstrous!"
"You may well say so, sir," said Sarah Kane, sadly.
"How is it you had no suspicions, Mistress Kane, and you under the same roof?"
"I only overheard a word now and again, as to a marriage; but I never suspected this horror; I supposed it meant Miss Pearl, and that they were going to bring her back, when of age."
"Nothing can be done for Babbington-Cole; he is tied for life; but how he could ever have fallen into their net, is more than I can imagine,"
he said, in disgusted tones.
"You know, I told you they took him by surprise, sir; and his father lay ill; and cablegrams came telling him to wed Margaret Villiers, and hasten with her to his bedside; and he was just demented-like, between it all, and brain fever coming on."
"Well, well, it is a bad, very bad business. I confess to the having been so disgusted, on Villiers making Stone guardian to Miss Pearl, until she attained her majority, that I, metaphorically speaking, washed my hands of the whole affair; especially on Miss Pearl herself telling Brookes & Davidson, her mother"s lawyers, that she agreed to it; this she said, on their telling her that, as her father had had softening of the brain at the time, nothing he said was worth considering."
"Depend upon it, doctor, Mr. Stone had used coercion to induce Miss Pearl to agree," said Silas Jones.
"Yes, I see, he must have," he answered, thoughtfully.
"And you don"t know anything of poor Miss Pearl"s whereabouts, do you, sir?" asked Sarah Kane, anxiously.
"Yes, I can give you a clue, for I love her for her own and her mother"s sake; and as time went on, and I heard or saw nothing of her, I wrote T.
L. Brookes, the senior partner, for I have had nothing to do with the hypocrites at Broadlawns, since Villiers" death; and he sent me an address at New York. Here it is, "Mrs. Kent, The Maples, Murray Hill;"
but, it is only a clue, for I have written, and have not, as yet, received a reply."
"Oh, please copy it for me, sir, for Silas and I are going to be married, and go out and find her. I promised her mother to look after her; and I have not heard from Miss Pearl; but she has written, for she said she would; but they have read and destroyed them, the same as they did to some that came for Mr. Cole just before and after he arrived."
"Horrible! horrible! How is he now; you just come from there, I presume?"
On Sarah Kane relating her late enforced retirement under Tom Lang"s roof, and her escape therefrom, he opened his eyes in astonishment, saying, indignantly:
"The rascal! and you know nothing of the locality?"
"Nothing whatever, sir."
"Even if she did, Dr. Annesley, Stone would coin some plausible reason for placing her there."
"Yes, yes, Jones; he is as cunning as the arch-fiend; people would believe him, too, as he is a good churchman."
"But, you know, Silas; he has his falsehood ready. Sir, he told my jailer that I was demented, and--worse."
"Ah, his plots have no flaw; poor creature, after the kindness and respect Mrs. Villiers showed you, and which you deserved; too bad, too bad."
"The poison of their lying tongues has already done Sarah harm in Bayswater, Doctor. People pa.s.s her without a nod; they at Broadlawns say they found her in the bedroom of a gentleman guest at midnight, and that she stole out of the house at three in the morning to meet another."
"Shocking! you can have them up for defamation," he said, sternly.
"But, sir, I must tell you, it was to poor Mr. Cole"s bedroom I went, and he with brain-fever coming on, to do what I could to comfort the unfortunate gentleman; and it was to Silas and his sister I went at night to tell them of the awful marriage; that I was turned out, and going to Mrs. Mansfield"s, which I was foolish enough to believe," she said, with tears.
"Well, well, Mistress Kane, there, there, don"t recall it; go off to a clergyman"s and marry this good man; and here are five pounds to buy some trifle in Cheapside, to remember the day by. And now, let me see, there was something I wished to see Jones about," he said, kindly, rubbing his forehead. "Yes, I have it; did they give you all the wearing apparel of the late Mrs. Villiers, Mistress Kane?"
"Oh, no, sir! I would not expect such beautiful things. I thought Miss Pearl should have them, whenever I see Miss Stone wearing the lovely furs and satins."
"Did you ever receive five hundred pounds sterling, Mistress Kane, left you, by the will of the late Mrs. Villiers?" he asked, slowly, and with emphasis.
"Sir, you take my breath away. Silas, tell him, no, sir. I! I! receive such a sum. No, nor one penny since Mrs. Villiers" death; but that, I cannot claim, for I have staid on willingly, to watch dear Miss Pearl"s interests, and this is the end. Come Silas, let us go now to the parson; it will be our first step out of Old England, to find Miss Pearl," she said, nervously, her tears flowing apace, partly with the troubled excitement of the words of Dr. Annesley, partly at the having, at last, a clue to the whereabouts of Pearl Villiers. Not so, Silas, who loved her too well to allow the words of Dr. Annesley to pa.s.s unnoticed.