The lady paused, and the Italian gazed at her with admiration. Ah, how beautiful she looked! and yet how like a fiend in the shape of a lovely woman, tempting a man to ruin!
"Lady," said Montoni, as a shade of sadness pa.s.sed over his fine features--"you have mentioned your husband, and the recollection that you _have_ a husband forbids that I should take advantage of your preference for me. G.o.d forbid that I should be the cause of a wife"s infidelity! Pardon me, lady--you are very beautiful; the Almighty never created so fair a sanctuary to become the dwelling place of sin; be advised, therefore, to suppress this guilty pa.s.sion, and remain faithful to your husband, who, old though he be, has claims upon your constancy."
"I long for the declarations of a lover, not the reasonings of a philosopher," cried Julia pa.s.sionately.--"Thou man of ice, nothing can melt you?"
"Remember your duty to your husband," said Montoni, gravely, as he arose to depart. "I will see you to-morrow evening--adieu."
He left her to her reflections.--Wild, tumultuous thoughts arose in her mind; and from the chaos of her bewildered brain, came a Hideous Whisper, prompting her to a b.l.o.o.d.y crime.
She thought of her husband as an obstacle to her happiness with Montoni; and she began to hate the old man with the malignity of a fiend.
"Curses on the old dotard!" she cried, in a paroxysm of rage--"were it not for _him_, I might revel in the arms of my handsome Italian, whose unaccountable scruples will not permit him to enjoy the bliss of love with me, while I have a husband.--Were that husband DEAD--"
Then, like a Mighty Shadow, came that dark thought over her soul.
Myriads of beautiful demons, all bearing the semblance of Montoni, seemed to gather around her, and urge her to perpetrate a deed of--_murder_!
But then a fair vision spread itself before her wandering fancy. There was her girlhood"s home--far, far away in a green, flowery spot, where she had dwelt ere her life had been cast amid the follies and vices of cities. Then she thought of her mother--that gentle mother, whose heart she had broken, and who was sleeping in the old church-yard of her native village.--A tear dim"d her brilliant eye as these better feelings of her nature gained a temporary ascendancy: but she dashed her tear away, and suppressed the emotions of her heart, when the image of the fascinating Italian arose before her.
"He must be mine! I swear it by everything in heaven, earth or h.e.l.l--he must be mine! Yes, though I stain my soul with the blackest crime--though remorse and misery be my lot on earth--though eternal torment be my portion in the world to come--he must and shall be mine!
Aid me, ye powers of h.e.l.l, in this my scheme--make my heart bold, my hand firm, my brain calm; for the deed is full of horror, and the thought of it chills my blood; I shudder and turn sick and dizzy--yet, for thy sake, Montoni, I WILL DO IT!"
That night the wretched woman slept not; but in the solitude of her chamber employed her mind in endeavoring to form some plan by which to accomplish her fell purpose with secrecy and safety. Ere morning dawned, she had arranged the _programme_ of the awful drama in which she was to play the part of a murderess.
When Mr. Hedge met her at breakfast, he noticed that she appeared feverish and unwell; and with almost parental solicitude, he gently chided her for neglecting to take proper care of her health.
"My dear Julia," said he--"you must not pour out the golden sands of youth too fast. If you will suffer me to offer you advice, you will go less abroad, and endeavor to seek recreation at home. You know my ardent affection for you alone prompts me to make this suggestion."
Julia slightly curled her lip, but said nothing. The kindness of her husband"s manner did not in the least affect her, or alter the abominable purpose of her heart. Mr. Hedge did not notice her contemptuous look; he gave her a sum of money, as usual, kissed her and bade her adieu.
When he had gone, she dressed herself in her plainest attire, and going into an obscure part of the city, entered an apothecary"s shop and purchased some a.r.s.enic. She then retraced her steps to her residence, and found that Mr. Hedge, contrary to his usual custom, had returned, and would dine at home. This arrangement afforded her much satisfaction.
"The fates are propitious," said she--"to-night Montoni shall find me without a husband."
Mr. Hedge and Julia dined alone; dispensing with the attendance of a servant, they never were more sociable or more affectionate together.
The old gentleman was in high spirits. "My dear," said he, "your presence to-day inspires me with an unusual degree of happiness--and egad, I feel younger than ever. Pledge me in a b.u.mper of good old port."
"I cannot endure port," said Julia--"sparkling champagne for me. I will ring for some."
"By your leave, madam," said her husband, with an air of gallantry; and rising, he walked across the room, and rang the bell.
Quick as lightning, Julia took a small paper parcel from her bosom, and breaking it open, poured a white powder into her husband"s gla.s.s, which was nearly full of port wine.
Mr. Hedge resumed his seat, and raising the fatal gla.s.s to his lips, slowly drained it to the dregs. Just then the butler entered, in answer to the summons; and in obedience to Julia"s order, he brought in a bottle of champagne, and withdrew.
"I am very unwell," said the old gentleman--"my love, will you a.s.sist me to my chamber?" He arose with difficulty, and with her aid reached his chamber, and lay down upon the bed. Instantly he closed his eyes, and seemed to fall into a deep slumber.
"He will wake in another world," murmured the guilty woman, as she saw the hue of death beginning to overspread his features. No repentance, no remorse, touched her vile heart; calmly she surveyed her victim for a few moments--then, not wishing to witness his dying agonies, she left the chamber, having carefully locked the door.
That afternoon she went out and purchased a new and magnificent set of jewels. If for a moment the recollection of her horrible crime obtruded itself upon her mind, she banished it by thinking of her adored Montoni.
Hers was a kind of mental intoxication, under the influence of which she could have perpetrated the most enormous crimes, blindly and almost unconsciously.
Returning home she prepared her toilet with the most elaborate care. A French "artist," (all barbers are _artists_, by the way,) was sent for, who arranged her beautiful hair in the latest _mode_; and when arrayed in her superb evening dress of white satin with her fair neck, her wrist and her lovely brow blazing with jewels, she looked like some queen of Oriental romance, waiting to receive the homage of her va.s.sals.
And when, as the clock struck eight, the Signor Montoni entered, who can wonder that he thought her divinely lovely, as he glanced at her face radiant with smiles, her cheek suffused with the rich hues of health and happiness, and her eyes sparking with delight at seeing him?
We said _happiness_--"twas not the deep, quiet happiness of the heart, but the wild, delirious joy of the intoxicated brain.
"Dear Montoni," she cried, embracing and kissing him--"your presence never gave more pleasure. I have waited for your coming with impatience.
You are mine now, you cannot deny me--the obstacle is removed.--Oh, my G.o.d, what happiness!"
"Lady," replied the Italian, in his usual cold and respectful tone, as he disengaged himself from her embrace, "what means this agitation? You speak of an _obstacle_ as being removed; pray explain the enigma."
"Signor Montoni," cried Julia, her eyes flashing almost fearfully--"when I spoke to you of love last night, you preached to me of my husband, and my duty to him. The recollection that I _had_ a husband, you said, forbade that you should take advantage of my preference for you. Rejoice with me, Montoni--come to my arms--my husband is no more!"
"How--what mean you?" demanded the Italian, in breathless astonishment.
"Follow me," she said; and taking a lamp, she led the way to the chamber of Mr. Hedge. She unlocked the door, they entered, and she beckoned her companion to approach the bed.
Montoni advanced, and gazed upon the swollen, disfigured face of a corpse!
"Your husband--dead!" cried the Italian. "By heaven there has been foul play here. Woman, can it be possible--"
"Yes, all things are possible to Love!" exclaimed Julia, laughing hysterically;--""twas I did the deed, Montoni; for _your_ dear sake I killed him!"
"Murderess!" cried Montoni, recoiling from her with horror, "has it come to this?--Then indeed it is time that this wretched farce should end!"
He tore off the wig, the false whiskers, imperial and moustache--and Frank Sydney stood before her! With a wild shriek she fell senseless upon the carpet.
"G.o.d of heaven!" exclaimed Frank--"what infernal crimes blot thy fair creation! Let me escape from this house, for the atmosphere is thick with guilt, and will suffocate me if I remain longer!"
And without casting one look at the ghastly corpse, or the swooning murderess upon the floor, he rushed from the house, and fled rapidly from it, as though it were the abode of the pestilence.
Miserable Julia! She awoke to a full consciousness of her guilt and wretchedness. The intoxication of her senses was over; her delirium was past, and horrible remorse usurped the place of pa.s.sion in her breast.--She arose, and gazed fearfully around her; there lay the body of her murdered victim, its stony eyes turned towards her, and seeming to reproach her for the deed. She could not remain in that awful chamber, in the presence of that accusing corpse, whose blood seemed to cry out for vengeance; she ran from it, and at every step imagined that her dead husband was pursuing her, to bring her back.
Not for worlds would she have remained that night in the house; hastily throwing on a bonnet and shawl, she issued forth into the street. She cared not where she went, so long as she escaped from the vicinity of that scene of murder. In a state of mind bordering on distraction, the wretched woman wandered about the streets until a late hour; the disorder of her dress, the wildness of her appearance, induced many whom she met to suppose her to be intoxicated; and several riotous young men, returning from a theatre, believing her to be a courtezan, treated her with the utmost rudeness, at the same time calling her by the most opprobrious names, until a gentleman who was pa.s.sing rescued her from their brutality.
Midnight came, and still was the unhappy Julia a wanderer through the streets. At length she found herself upon Charlestown bridge; and being much fatigued, she paused and leaned against the railing, uncertain what to do or where to go. That hour was the most wretched of her life; her brain was dizzy with excitement--her heart racked with remorse--her limbs weak with fatigue, and numbed with cold. The spirit of Mr. Hedge seemed to emerge from the water, and invite her with outstretched arms to make the fatal plunge; and when she thought of his unvaried kindness to her, his unbounded generosity, and implicit faith in her honor, how bitterly she reproached herself for her base ingrat.i.tude and abominable crime! Oh, how gladly would she have given up her miserable life, could she but have undone that fearful deed! And even in that wretched hour she cursed Frank Sydney, as being the cause of her crime and its attendant misery.
"May the lightning of heaven"s wrath sere his brain and scorch his heart!" she said--"had he not, disguised as the Italian, won my love and driven me to desperation, I now should be happy and comparatively guiltless. But, by his infernal means, I have become a murderess and an outcast--perhaps doomed to swing upon the scaffold! But no, no;--sooner than die _that_ death, I would end my misery in the dark waters of this river, which flows so calmly beneath my feet!"
She heard the sound of approaching footsteps, and saw two men advancing on the opposite foot-path of the bridge. She crouched down to avoid observation; and as they pa.s.sed, she distinctly heard their conversation.
"Have you heard," said one, "of the case of murder in ---- street?"
"No; how was it?" demanded the other.
"Why, a rich old fellow named Hedge was found this evening in his chamber, stone dead, having been poisoned by his wife, who they say is a young and handsome woman. It is supposed she did it on account of a lover, or some such thing; and since the murder, she has disappeared--but the police are on her track, and they won"t be long in finding her. "Twill be a bad job for her."