The secret pa.s.sage into the cellar admitted him into the house at all hours of the day and night; and his visits were frequent. At first his treatment of her was more respectful than otherwise; but gradually he grew familiar and insolent, and began to insinuate that as she had formerly granted her favors to a negro, she could not object to treat HIM with equal kindness. This hint she received with disgust; and a.s.suming an indignant tone, bade him relinquish all thought of such a connection, and never recur to the subject again.
But the villain was not to be repulsed; each time he visited her he grew more insulting and audacious, until at last his persecutions became almost unbearable to the proud and beautiful woman, who viewed him with loathing and abhorrence.
One afternoon, about a fortnight previous to the time fixed on for her marriage, she was seated in her chamber, engaged in reflections which partook of the mingled elements of pleasure and pain. The day was dark and gloomy, and the wind sighed mournfully around the house, and through the leafless branches of the trees which fronted it. Suddenly the door of the chamber was opened, and the Dead Man entered. Julia shuddered, for the presence of that terrible man inspired her with a nameless dread. He seated himself familiarly at her side--and on glancing at him, she perceived, to her alarm, that he was much intoxicated. His eyes rolled wildly, and his loathsome features were convulsed and full of dark and awful meaning.
"Well, my bird," said he in an unsteady voice--"by Venus and by Cupid, I swear thou art beautiful today! Nay, thou need"st not shrink from me--for I have sworn by Satan to taste thy ripe charms within this very hour!"
He attempted to clasp her in his arms, but she pushed him from her with a look of such disgust, that he became enraged and furious. Drawing a sharp knife from his pocket, he seized her by her arm, and hissed from between his clenched teeth--
"Hark"ee, woman, I have borne with your d----d nonsense long enough, and now if you resist me I"ll cut that fair throat of yours from ear to ear--I will by h.e.l.l!"
She would have screamed with affright, but he grasped her by the throat, and nearly strangled her.
"Silly wench," he cried, as he released her and again placed himself at her side--"why do you provoke me into enmity, when I would fain be your lover and friend? Mine you must be--mine you shall be, if I have to murder you!"
Miserable Julia! thy wickedness has met with a terrible retribution; thou art a slave to the l.u.s.t and fury of a monster more dreadful than the venomous and deadly cobra di capello of the East!
Ye who revel in guilty joys, and drink deep of the nectar in the gilded cup of unhallowed pleasures--beware! Though the draught be delicious as the wines of Cypress, and though the goblet be crowned with flowers, fragrant as the perfume of love"s sighs--a coiled serpent lurks in the dregs of the cup, whose deadly fang will strike deep in the heart and leave there the cankering sores of remorse and dark despair. Ye who bask in the smiles of beauty, and voluptuously repose on the soft couch of licentiousness--beware! That beauty is but external; beneath the fair surface lie corruption, disease, and death!
The ruffian, having accomplished his triumph, developed a new trait in the fiendish malignity of his nature. He would have the wretched lady become his menial--he would have her perform for him the drudgery of a servant. He ordered her to bring him wine, and wait upon him; and enforced the command with a blow, which left a red mark upon her beautiful white shoulder.
"Henceforward," cried he, with an oath, "I am your master, and you are my slave. Hesitate to obey me in any thing which I may desire you to do, and I will denounce you to Mr. Hedge as a vile adulteress and impostor, unworthy to become his wife, even if you had no husband living. Dare to refuse my slightest wish, and I will prevent your marriage under pain of being sent to the State Prison for the crime of bigamy."
By these and other threats did the ruffian compel the unhappy Julia to obey him. She brought him wine and waited upon him; and was obliged to submit to every species of insult and degradation. Nor was this the only refinement of cruelty which only his own infernal ingenuity could have devised; he resolved that Nero, the black, should be a witness of her humiliation; and accordingly he rang the bell, and ordered the negro to be sent up. Nero entered the room, and observing the triumphant chuckle of the Dead Man, and the dejected look of his mistress, with his natural acuteness instantly comprehended the true state of affairs. The contempt with which Julia had treated him was still fresh in his memory, and led him to view that lady with hatred; he therefore determined to add to her chagrin and hatred on the present occasion, by enjoying the scene as much as possible.
"Sit down, Nero," said the Dead Man, with a sardonic grin--"this beautiful lady, who formerly showered her favors upon you, has transferred her kindness to me; I have just tasted the joys of heaven in her arms. Is she not a superb creature?"
"Divinely voluptuous," replied the African, rubbing his hands and showing his white teeth.
"She is so," said the other--"but the virtue of obedience is her most prominent and excellent quality. Mark how she will obey me in what I order her to do: Julia, love, my shoes are muddy; take them off my feet, and clean them."
The high-born lady was about to give utterance to an indignant refusal, when a terrible glance from her tyrant a.s.sured her that resistance would be useless. His savage brutality--the blow he had given her--her forced submission to his loathsome embraces--and the consciousness that she was completely in his power, compelled her to obey the degrading command.
Yes--that lovely, educated and accomplished lady actually took off the vile ruffian"s dirty shoes, with her delicate hands; then with an elegant pearl handled pen-knife, she sc.r.a.ped off the filth, and afterwards, at the orders of her _master_, washed them with rose-water in a china ewer, and wiped them with a cambric handkerchief--and all in the presence of her negro footman.
This task being completed, the Dead Man requested Nero to retire; and then he inflicted new and nameless indignities upon his poor victim.
Once, when she shudderingly refused to obey some horrible request, he struck her violently in the face, and the crimson blood dyed her fair cheek.
To be brief, the stupendous villain, in the diabolical malignity of his nature, derived a fierce pleasure from ill-treating and outraging that frail, but to him inoffensive woman. Her defenceless situation might have excited compa.s.sion in the breast of a less brutal ruffian; but when had his stony heart ever known compa.s.sion?
Nero entered the room to inform his mistress that Mr. Hedge was below, having called on his accustomed evening visit.
"Wash the blood from your face, then go and receive him," said the Dead Man. "I shall station myself in the adjoining room, to see and hear all that pa.s.ses between you."
Poor Julia removed from her face the sanguinary stains, and endeavoring to arrange her hair so as to conceal the wound which had been inflicted upon her; all in vain, however, for Mr. Hedge noticed it the first moment she entered the room.
"My own dear Julia," said he, in a tone of much concern, and taking her hand--"what has caused that terrible bruise upon your cheek? And my G.o.d!
you look pale and ill--speak, dearest, and tell me what is the matter."
She could not reply; but burst into tears; the old gentleman"s kindness of manner, contrasted with the savage cruelty of her persecutor, had overcome her. Mr. Hedge strove to comfort her, as a father might comfort a distressed child; and his kindness filled her soul with remorse, in view of the great deceit she was practising upon him. Still, she could not muster sufficient resolution to confess that deceit. Considering herself just on the eve of securing a great prize, she could not bring herself to ruin all by a confession of her true character. In answer to his renewed inquiries, she stated that her wound had been caused by a severe fall; but she a.s.sured him that it was nothing serious. The Dead Man grinned with satisfaction, as, with his ear applied to the key-hole, he heard her thus account for the wound inflicted by his own villainous hand.
Mr. Hedge did not remain long that evening: but ere his departure he presented Julia with a magnificent set of diamonds, which had cost him near a thousand dollars.
"Wear these, my dear Julia, for my sake," said he--"and though they cannot increase your charms, they may serve to remind you of me when I am absent. A fortnight more, and I shall claim you for my own bride; then, in the beautiful city of Boston, we will be enabled to move in that sphere of society and fashion which your loveliness and accomplishments so eminently qualify you to adorn."
After Mr. Hedge had taken his leave, the Dead Man entered the room with a smile of satisfaction.
"By Satan," cried he--"Mrs. Belmont, as you call yourself, that old gallant of yours is devilish liberal, and there"s no reason why I should not come in for a share of his generosity. These diamonds I shall carry off with me, and you can tell him that you were robbed--and so you are; ha, ha, ha! So you"re going to Boston after you"re married--hey? Well, I"ll go to Boston too; and you must always keep me plentifully supplied with cash to insure my silence with regard to matters that you don"t wish to have known. I"ll leave you now; but listen:--to-morrow I intend to make a grand effort to get Francis Sydney into my power. Does that intelligence afford you pleasure?"
"Yes," replied Julia, forgetting in her hatred of Sydney, the cruelty of the Dead Man--"yes, it does; give me but the opportunity to see him writhe with agony, and I forgive your barbarous treatment of me to-day."
"That opportunity you shall have," rejoined the ruffian--"come, I am half inclined to be sorry for having used you so; but d----n it, "tis my nature, and I cannot help it. My heart even now hungers after outrage and human blood--and Sydney--Sydney shall be the victim to appease that hunger!"
Saying this, he quitted the room, leaving Julia to her own reflections, which were of the most painful nature. The only thought which shed a gleam of joy into her heart, was the prospect of soon gratifying her spirit of revenge upon Sydney, whom she unjustly regarded as the author of her troubles.
CHAPTER XX
_Frank Sydney in the Power of his Enemies--his incarceration in the Dark Dungeon, with the Dwarf._
The next day after the occurrence just related, Frank Sydney, as was his custom, took a leisurely stroll down the most fashionable promenade of the metropolis--Broadway; this magnificent avenue was thronged with elegantly dressed ladies and gentlemen, who had issued forth to enjoy the genial air of a fine afternoon.
At one of the crossings of the street, our hero observed an old woman, respectfully dressed, but nearly double with age and infirmity, and scarcely able to crawl along, in great danger of being run over by a carriage which was being driven at a furious rate. Frank humanely rushed forward, and dragged the poor creature from the impending danger, just in time to save her from being dashed beneath the wheels of the carriage. She faintly thanked her deliverer, but declared her inability to proceed without a.s.sistance. On inquiring where she resided, he learned that it was in Reade street, which was but a short distance from where they then stood; and he generously offered her the support of his arm, saying that he would conduct her home, an offer which was thankfully accepted. They soon reached her place of abode, which was a house of genteel appearance, and at the invitation of the old lady, Frank entered, to rest a few moments after his walk.
He had scarcely seated himself in the back parlor, when he was horrified and astounded at what he saw.
The old woman, throwing off her cloak, bonnet and mask, stood before him, erect and threatening; and our hero saw that he had been made the dupe of the _Dead Man_!
"Welcome, Sydney, welcome!" cried the miscreant, his features lighted up with a demon"s triumph--"at last thou art in my power. Did I not play my part well? Who so likely to excite thy compa.s.sion as an old lady in distress; "twas ably planned and executed. Thou hast fallen into the trap, and shall never escape. But there are others who will be gratified to see thee, Frank. Nero--Julia--the bird is caught at last!"
These last words were uttered in a loud tone; and were immediately responded to by the entrance of Julia and the black. The woman"s eyes flashed fire when she beheld the object of her hate; she advanced towards him and spat in his face, saying--
"May the fires of h.e.l.l consume thee, heart and soul, detested wretch--thou didst cast me from thee, friendless and unprotected, when a kind reproof might have worked my reformation. Through thee I have become the victim of a ruffian"s l.u.s.t, the object of his cruelty; I have been struck like a dog, (look at this mark upon my cheek,) and I have been compelled to minister to the disgusting and unnatural lechery of a monster--all through thee, thou chicken-hearted knave, who even now doth tremble with unmanly terror!"
"Woman, thou art a liar!" exclaimed our hero, rising and boldly confronting his three enemies--"I do tremble, but with indignation alone! Dare you charge your misfortune upon me? Did you not dishonor me by adultery with this vile negro?--and then to talk to me of kind reproof! Pshaw, thou double-eyed traitorous w----e!--I had served thee rightly had I strangled thee on the spot, and thrown thy unclean carcase to the dogs!"
"Silence, curse ye, or I"ll cut out your tongue as I did the _Kinchen"s_!" roared the Dead Man, drawing his knife. "Nero, what cause of complaint have you against this man?"
"Cause enough," replied the black--"he shut me up in a dark dungeon for having gratified the wishes of his licentious wife."
"Enough," cried the Dead Man--"I will now state my grounds of complaint against him. Firstly--he played the spy upon me, and was the cause of my being returned to the State Prison, from which I had escaped.
Secondly--he discovered the secrets of my Anthony street crib, and administered a drug to my wife which has deprived her of reason. And thirdly he is my mortal foe, and I hate him. Is that not enough?"
"It is--it is!" replied Julia and the African. The Dead Man continued:
"Now, Sydney, listen to me: you behold the light of day for the last time. But "tis not my wish to kill you at once--no, that would not satisfy my vengeance. You shall die a slow, lingering death; each moment of your existence shall be fraught with a h.e.l.l of torment; you will pray for death in vain; death shall not come to your relief for years. Each day I will rack my ingenuity to devise some new mode of torture. To increase the horrors of your situation, you shall have a companion in your captivity--a being unnatural and loathsome to look upon--a creature fierce as a hyena, malignant as a devil. Ha, you turn pale; you guess my meaning. You are right; you shall be shut up in the same dungeon with my Image! the deformed and monstrous dwarf, whom Heaven (if there is one,) must have sent as a curse and a reproach to me; he shall now become your curse and punishment!"