For Woman"s Love.
by Mrs. E. D. E. N. Southworth.
CHAPTER I.
A BRILLIANT MATCH.
"I remember Regulas Rothsay--or Rule, as we used to call him--when he was a little bit of a fellow hardly up to my knee, running about bare-footed and doing odd jobs round the foundry. Ah! and now he is elected governor of this State by the biggest majority ever heard of, and engaged to be married to the finest young lady in the country, with the full consent of all her proud relations. To be married to-day and to be inaugurated to-morrow, and he only thirty-two years old this blessed seventh of June!"
The speaker, a hale man of sixty years, with a bald head, a sharp face, a ruddy complexion, and a figure as twisted as a yew tree, and about as tough, was Silas Marwig, one of the foremen of the foundry.
"Well, I don"t believe Regulas Rothsay would ever have risen to his present position if it had not been for his love of Corona Haught. No more do I believe that Old Rockharrt would ever have allowed his beautiful granddaughter to be engaged to Rothsay if the young man had not been elected governor," observed a stout, florid-faced matron of fifty-five. "How hard he worked for her! And how long she waited for him! Why, I remember them both so well! They were the very best of friends from their childhood--the wealthy little lady and the poor orphan boy."
"That is very true, Mrs. Bounce," said a young man, who was a newcomer in the neighborhood and one of the bookkeepers of the great firm. "But how did that orphan get his education?"
"By hook and by crook, as the saying is, Mr. Wall. I think the little lady taught him to read and write, and she loaned him books. He left here when he was about thirteen years old. He went to the city, and got into the printing office of _The National Watch_. And he learned the trade. And, oh, you know a bright, earnest boy like that was bound to get on. He worked hard, and he studied hard. After awhile he began to write short, telling paragraphs for the _Watch_, and these at length were noticed and copied, and he became a.s.sistant editor of the paper. By the time he was twenty-five years old he had bought the paper out."
"And, of course, he made it a power in politics. I see the rest. He was elected State representative; then State senator."
"Yes, indeed. You"ve hit it. And now he is going to marry his first love to-day, and to take his seat as governor to-morrow," continued the matron, with a little chuckle.
"Regulas Rothsay will never take his seat as governor," spoke a solemn voice from the thicket on the right of the road along which the party were walking to the scene of the grand wedding. All turned to see a strange form step out from the shelter of the trees--a tall, gaunt, swarthy woman, stern of feature and harsh of tone; her head covered with wild, straggling black hair; her body clothed in a long, clinging garment of dark red serge.
"Old Scythia," muttered the matron, shuddering and shrinking closer to the side of the bookkeeper, for the strange creature was reported and believed by the ignorant and superst.i.tious of the neighborhood to be powerful and malignant.
"Regulas Rothsay will never take his seat as governor of this State!"
As the beldame repeated and emphasized these words, she raised her hand with a prophetic gesture and advanced upon the group of pedestrians.
"Now, then, you old crow! What are you up to with your croaking?"
demanded Mr. Marwig. "Look here, Mistress Beelzebub! Do you know that you are a very lucky woman to live in a land where not only may a barefooted boy rise to the highest honors by talent and perseverance, but where a malignant old witch may torture and terrify her neighbors without fear of the ducking stool or the stake?" he demanded.
The beldame looked at him scornfully, and disdained to reply.
"Wait!" said a stout, dark, middle-aged, black-whiskered man, Timothy Ryland by name, and one of the managers of the "works" by state. "Wait, I want to question this miserable lunatic. She may have got wind of something. Tell me, old mother, why will not the governor-elect take his seat to-morrow?"
"Because Fate forbids it," solemnly replied the crone.
"Will the governor be--murdered?"
"No; Regulas Rothsay has not an enemy in the world!"
"Will he be killed on the railroad, or kidnapped?"
"No!"
"Will he be taken suddenly ill?"
"No!"
"What then in the fiend"s name is to prevent his taking his seat to-morrow?" impatiently demanded the manager.
"An evil so dire, so awful, so mysterious, that its like never happened on this earth!"
"Arrest her, Mr. Ryland! She ought to be locked up until she could be sent to the asylum!" exclaimed old Marwig.
"I have no power to do so, my friend," replied the manager.
"Why, where is she?" inquired Mrs. Bounce, trembling. "Who saw her go?"
No one answered, but every one looked around. Not a trace of the witch could be seen. She had pa.s.sed like a dark cloud from among them, and was gone.
It was a glorious day in June. A long, deep, green valley lay low between two lofty ridges of the c.u.mberland mountains, running north and south for ten miles, and near the boundary lines of three States. This lovely vale was watered by a merry, sparkling little river called the Whirligig, which furnished the power for the huge machinery of the great firm of Rockharrt & Sons, proprietors of the Plutus iron mines and the North End foundries, which supplied the mighty engines on the great lines of railroad from the East to the West, and whose ma.s.sive buildings, forges, furnaces, store-houses and laborers" cottages occupied all the ground between the foot of the mountain and the banks of the river, on both sides of the Whirligig, at the upper or north end of the valley, where a substantial bridge connected the two sh.o.r.es.
This settlement, called, from its position, North End, was quite a thriving little village. North End was not only blessed with a mission church, having a schoolroom in its bas.e.m.e.nt, but it was provided with a post-office, a telegraph, a drug store, kept by a regular physician, who dispensed his own physic (advice and medicine, one dollar), and a general store, where everything needed to eat, drink, wear or use (except drugs), was kept for sale.
On this bright June morning, however, the great works were all stopped.
There was a general holiday, and as this was at the cost of the firm, it gave general satisfaction. All the people of North End, except the aged, infirm and infantile, were trooping down the valley, on the rough road between the foot of the West Ridge and the side of the river, to a fete to be given them at Rockhold on the occasion of the marriage of old Aaron Rockharrt"s granddaughter, Corona Haught, to Regulas Rothsay, the governor-elect of the State.
It was a marriage of very rare interest to the workmen and their families. To the men, because the governor-elect had been one of their own cla.s.s. The elders remembered him from the time when he was a friendless orphan child, glad to run the longest errand or do the hardest day"s work for a dime, but also a very independent little fellow, who would take nothing in the shape of alms from anybody. To the women, because he was going to marry his first and only sweetheart, and on the very day before his inauguration, so that she might take part in the pageantry that was to be his first great success and triumph.
On one side of the river, at the foot of the East Ridge, stood Rockhold, the country seat of the Rockharrts, in its own park, which lay between the mountain and the river. The house itself was a large, heavy, oblong building of gray stone, two stories high, with cellar and garret. From the front of the house to the edge of the river extended a fair green lawn, shaded here and there by great forest trees. Under many of these trees, tables with refreshments were set, and seats were placed for the accommodation and refreshment of the out-door guests. In sunny spots, also, some white tents were raised and decorated with flags.
As a group of working men and women sat on the west bank of the river, waiting impatiently for the return of the ferryboat, they saw, from minute to minute, carriages drive up the lawn avenue, discharge the occupants at the main entrance of the house, and then roll off to the stable yard in the rear.
These seemed to come in a slow procession.
"Only the nearest relations and most intimate friends of the family are invited to the ceremony. There have only been five carriages pa.s.sed since we have been sitting here, and I don"t believe there was one come before we came, or that there"ll be another come after that last one, which was certainly the groom"s," said Old Marwig.
"Oh! was it, indeed? But how do you know?" demanded Mrs. Bounce.
"It is the new carriage from North End Hotel! And he and his groomsmen had engaged it. That"s how I know! Here comes the ferryboat! Now for it!"
The boat touched the banks, and as many as could find room crowded into it, and were speedily rowed across the river and landed on the other side, where they found a few of the lawn party there before them.
"There is Mr. Clarence Rockharrt coming toward us!" said Mrs. Bounce, as the party walked up from the landing, and a medium-sized, plump, fair man of middle age, with a round, fresh face, a smiling countenance, blue eyes and light hair, and in "a wedding garment" of the day, came down to meet them, and shook hands with all, warmly welcoming them in the name of his father. Then he led them up to the lawn and gave them chairs among the unoccupied seats at the various tables.
"If you please, Mr. Clarence, is the groom in good health and sperrits?"
meaningly inquired Mrs. Bounce.
"Mr. Rothsay is in excellent health and spirits, thank you," replied the gentleman, looking a little surprised at the question: an then moving off quickly to receive some new arrivals.
The guests for the lawn party were constantly arriving, and the ferryboat was kept busy plying from the sh.o.r.e to sh.o.r.e.
It is time now to introduce our readers to the house of Rockharrt.
Old Aaron Rockharrt, the head of that house, was at this time seventy-five years of age and a wonder of health and strength. He was called the "Iron King," no less from his great hardihood of body and mind than from his vast wealth in mines and foundries. In size he was almost a giant, with a large head covered by closely-curling, steel-gray hair. His character may be summed up in a very few words: