"Well, well, young woman! Well, well, what do you want?" inquired the old gentleman, impatiently looking up from folding his papers.
"I have come to give myself up for shooting Craven Le Noir, who slandered me," answered Capitola, quietly.
The old man let fall his hands full of papers, raised his head and stared at her over the tops of his green spectacles.
"What did you say, young woman?" he asked, in the tone of one who doubted his own ears.
"I say that I have forestalled an arrest by coming here to give myself up for the shooting of a dastard who slandered, insulted and refused to give me satisfaction," answered Capitola, very distinctly.
"Am I awake? Do I hear aright? Do you mean to say that you have killed a man?" asked the dismayed magistrate.
"Oh, I can"t say as to the killing! I shot him off his horse and then sent Mr. Merry and his men to pick him up, while I came here to answer for myself!"
"Unfortunate girl! And how can you answer for such a dreadful deed?"
exclaimed the utterly confounded magistrate.
"Oh, as to the dreadfulness of the deed, that depends on circ.u.mstances," said Cap, "and I can answer for it very well! He made addresses to me. I refused him. He slandered me. I challenged him. He insulted me. I shot him!"
"Miserable young woman, if this be proved true, I shall have to commit you!"
"Just as you please," said Cap, "but bless your soul, that won"t help Craven Le Noir a single bit!"
As she spoke several persons entered the office in a state of high excitement--all talking at once, saying:
"That is the girl!"
"Yes, that is her!"
"She is Miss Black, old Warfield"s niece."
"Yes, he said she was," etc., etc., etc.
"What is all this, neighbors, what is all this?" inquired the troubled magistrate, rising in his place.
"Why, sir, there"s been a gentleman, Mr. Craven Le Noir, shot. He has been taken to the Antlers, where he lies in articulus mortis, and we wish him to be confronted with Miss Capitola Black, the young woman here present, that he may identify her, whom he accuses of having shot six charges into him, before his death. She needn"t deny it, because he is ready to swear to her!" said Mr. Merry, who const.i.tuted himself spokesman.
"She accuses herself," said the magistrate, in dismay.
"Then, sir, had she not better be taken at once to the presence of Mr.
Le Noir, who may not have many minutes to live?"
"Yes, come along," said Cap. "I only gave myself up to wait for this; and as he is already at hand, let"s go and have it all over, for I have been riding about in this frosty morning air for three hours, and I have got a good appet.i.te, and I want to go home to breakfast."
"I am afraid, young woman, you will scarcely get home to breakfast this morning," said Mr. Merry.
"We"ll see that presently," answered Cap, composedly, as they all left the office, and crossed the street to the Antlers.
They were conducted by the landlord to a chamber on the first floor, where upon a bed lay stretched, almost without breath or motion, the form of Craven Le Noir. His face was still covered with blood, that the bystanders had scrupulously refused to wash off until the arrival of the magistrate. His complexion, as far as it could be seen, was very pale. He was thoroughly prostrated, if not actually dying.
Around his bed were gathered the village doctor, the landlady and several maid-servants.
"The squire has come, sir; are you able to speak to him?" asked the landlord, approaching the bed.
"Yes, let him swear me," feebly replied the wounded man, "and then send for a clergyman."
The landlady immediately left to send for Mr. Goodwin, and the magistrate approached the head of the bed, and, speaking solemnly, exhorted the wounded man, as he expected soon to give an account of the works done in his body, to speak the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, without reserve, malice or exaggeration, both as to the deed and its provocation.
"I will I will--for I have sent for a minister and I intend to try to make my peace with heaven," replied Le Noir.
The magistrate then directed Capitola to come and take her stand at the foot of the bed, where the wounded man, who was lying on his back, could see her without turning.
Cap came as she was commanded and stood there with some irrepressible and incomprehensible mischief gleaming out from under her long eye-lashes and from the corners of her dimpled lips.
The magistrate then administered the oath to Craven Le Noir, and bade him look upon Capitola and give his evidence.
He did so, and under the terrors of a guilty conscience and of expected death, his evidence partook more of the nature of a confession than an accusation. He testified that he had addressed Capitola, and had been rejected by her; then, under the influence of evil motives, he had circulated insinuations against her honor, which were utterly unjustifiable by fact; she, seeming to have heard of them, took the strange course of challenging him--just as if she had been a man. He could not, of course, meet a lady in a duel, but he had taken advantage of the technical phraseology of the challenged party, as to time, place and weapons, to offer her a deep insult; then she had waylaid him on the highway, offered him his choice of a pair of revolvers, and told him that, having met, they should not part until one or the other fell from the horse; he had again laughingly refused the encounter except upon the insulting terms he had before proposed. She had then thrown him one of the pistols, bidding him defend himself. He had laughingly pa.s.sed her when she called him by name, he had turned and she fired--six times in succession, and he fell. He knew no more until he was brought to his present room. He said in conclusion he did not wish that the girl should be prosecuted, as she had only avenged her own honor; and that he hoped his death would be taken by her and her friends as a sufficient expiation of his offenses against her; and, lastly he requested that he might be left alone with the minister.
"Bring that unhappy young woman over to my office, Ketchum," said the magistrate, addressing himself to a constable. Then turning to the landlord, he said:
"Sir, it would be a charity in you to put a messenger on horseback and send him to Hurricane Hall for Major Warfield, who will have to enter into a recognizance for Miss Black"s appearance at court."
"Stop," said Cap, "don"t be too certain of that! "Be always sure you"re right--then go ahead!" Is not any one here cool enough to reflect that if I had fired six bullets at that man"s forehead and every one had struck, I should have blown his head to the sky? Will not somebody at once wash his face and see how deep the wounds are?"
The doctor who had been restrained by others now took a sponge and water and cleaned the face of Le Noir, which was found to be well peppered with split peas!
Cap looked around, and seeing the astonished looks of the good people, bust into an irrepressible fit of laughter, saying, as soon as she had got breath enough:
"Upon my word, neighbors, you look more shocked, if not actually more disappointed, to find that, after all he is not killed, and there"ll be no spectacle, than you did at first when you thought murder had been done."
"Will you be good enough to explain this, young woman?" said the magistrate, severely.
"Certainly, for your worship seems as much disappointed as others!"
said Cap. Then turning toward the group around the bed, she said:
"You have heard Mr. Le Noir"s "last dying speech and confession," as he supposed it to be; and you know the maddening provocations that inflamed my temper against him. Last night, after having received his insulting answer to my challenge, there was evil in my heart, I do a.s.sure you! I possessed myself of my uncle"s revolvers and resolved to waylay him this morning and force him to give me satisfaction, or if he refused--well, no matter! I tell you, there was danger in me! But, before retiring to bed at night, it is my habit to say my prayers; now the practice of prayer and the purpose of "red-handed violence" cannot exist in the same person at the same time! I wouldn"t sleep without praying, and I couldn"t pray without giving up my thoughts of fatal vengeance upon Craven Le Noir. So at last I made up my mind to spare his life, and teach him a lesson. The next morning I drew the charges of the revolvers and reloaded them with poor powder and dried peas!
Everything else has happened just as he has told you! He has received no harm, except in being terribly frightened, and in having his beauty spoiled! And as for that, didn"t I offer him one of the pistols, and expose my own face to similar damage? For I"d scorn to take advantage of any one!" said Cap, laughing.
Craven Le Noir had now raised himself up in a sitting posture, and was looking around with an expression of countenance which was a strange blending of relief at this unexpected respite from the grave, and intense mortification at finding himself in the ridiculous position which the address of Capitola and his own weak nerves, cowardice and credulity had placed him.
Cap went up to him and said, in a consoling voice:
"Come, thank heaven that you are not going to die this bout! I"m glad you repented and told the truth; and I hope you may live long enough to offer heaven a truer repentance than that which is the mere effect of fright! For I tell you plainly that if it had not been for the grace of the Lord, acting upon my heart last night, your soul might have been in Hades now!"
Craven Le Noir shut his eyes, groaned and fell back overpowered by the reflection.
"Now, please your worship, may I go home?" asked Cap, demurely, popping down a mock courtesy to the magistrate.
"Yes--go! go! go! go! go!" said that officer, with an expression as though he considered our Cap an individual of the animal kingdom whom neither Buffon nor any other natural philosopher had ever cla.s.sified, and who, as a creature of unknown habits, might sometimes be dangerous.