It was an hour or more ere she returned to consciousness. With trembling hands the girl tore the newspaper clipping into a thousand shreds, lest her eyes should ever fall on it again.
"He is married--married!" she murmured; and the words seemed to fall like ice upon her heart.
How strange it seemed! She remembered but too well the last time she had looked upon his face.
Captain Carr did not come home for supper, and one of the neighboring women dropped in to tell Jessie that he might not get home until far into the night, for there had been a terrible accident on the river the evening before, and his services were needed there.
Night came on, darkness settled down over the world; then one by one the stars came out, and a full moon rose clear and bright in the heavens.
The sound of far-off strains of music and the echo of girlish laughter suddenly fell upon her ears. Then it occurred to her that it must be near midnight, that her companions of other days were in the midst of their Halloween games in the big house on the hill.
Only the little brook at the rear of her uncle"s garden separated the grounds. Some subtle instinct which she could not follow drew Jessie"s steps to the brook.
The moon for a moment was hidden behind a cloud, but suddenly it burst forth clear and bright in all its glory. For one brief instant the heart in her bosom seemed to stand still.
Was she mad, or did she dream? Was it the figure of a man picking his way over the smooth white rocks that served as stepping-stones across the shallow stream, and coming directly toward her?
Midway he paused, and looked toward the cottage and the light which she always placed in the window. Then the moon shone full upon his face, and Jessie Bain looked at him with eyes that fairly bulged from their sockets. His features were now clearly visible in the bright moonlight.
It was Hubert Varrick in the flesh, surely, or his wraith!
In that first rapid glance she seemed to live an age; then, for the second time that day, a merciful unconsciousness seized her.
It was gray dawn when she regained her senses and crept back, terror-stricken, to the house.
Was it the idle fancy of her own vivid imagination, or did she really see the image of Hubert Varrick confronting her by the brook as the midnight bells of All-Halloween rang out slowly and solemnly on the crisp, chilly night air?
"I must be going mad--my brain must be turning," thought the girl, shivering in every limb as she walked slowly back to the house.
The sun was up high in the heavens ere her uncle returned.
"Such a time as we"ve had, la.s.s!" he cried, throwing down his cap. "A steamer was wrecked the night before last, and all day yesterday and all last night we were busy doing our utmost for the poor creatures who barely escaped with their lives. We saved a good many who were in the water for many hours, holding on to planks or life-preservers, and there are many lost. It was the steamer "St. Lawrence," heavily laden, that was to have connected with the boat for Montreal, for which most of the pa.s.sengers were bound. There is one woman whom they are bringing here. I came on ahead to have you prepare a bed for her. Every house has been called upon to give shelter to some one. It will make you a little more work, la.s.s, but it will only be for a little while."
"I shall be glad of the work, for it will occupy my time and attention,"
declared Jessie.
She had scarcely uttered the words ere the men were seen approaching with their burden. They brought the woman in and placed her on Jessie"s little cot.
"Oh, how beautiful she is!" murmured Jessie, little dreaming who it was that she was sheltering beneath that roof.
CHAPTER XVIII.
WEDDING BELLS OUT OF TUNE.
Let us return to Hubert Varrick, and the marriage which was the all-absorbing topic in fashionable circles.
Mrs. Varrick had sent a note to her son at his hotel, begging for a reconciliation, and stating that she would be at the wedding without fail; but never a word did she say about Jessie Bain.
It seemed like a dream to Hubert--his ride in a cab through the cool crisp air to Gerelda"s home on that eventful morning.
He noticed one thing--that the sun did not shine that day; and he said to himself that it boded ill for his wedding.
The bride-elect and her mother welcomed him effusively. Bitter anger filled the girl"s heart to see how cold and stern he looked. She noticed that he had no word, no smile for her. If she had not loved him so madly, her pride would have rebelled, and she would have let him go his way even then.
She almost shrunk under the cold glance that rested upon her. She trembled, even in that moment, as she thought how he would hate her if he but knew how she had plotted to win him. Before she had a chance to exchange a word with him, her maid of honor came fluttering down the corridor, chattering in high spirits with Harry Maillard, who was to be best man.
She was quite as dazed as Varrick himself, until she found herself standing beside him at the altar.
It was over at last! The words had been spoken which made her Hubert Varrick"s wedded wife, through weal or through woe, till death did them part.
Then followed the sumptuous wedding-breakfast. While the merriment was at its height, Varrick touched her lightly on the arm.
"It wants but an hour and twenty minutes until train time. Would it not be best to slip away now and arrange your traveling toilet?"
"Yes," said Gerelda.
No one noticed their exit, and at last they were alone together, away from the throng of guests; but, much to the bride"s disappointment, her newly made husband did not seem to realize this fact, and Gerelda"s face flushed with disappointment.
He escorted her as far as the door of her _boudoir_, and there he left her, saying that he would return in half an hour, hoping that would be sufficient time to exchange her bridal robes for her traveling-dress.
She smiled and nodded, declaring that he should find her ready before that time.
Hubert walked slowly on until he found himself at the door of the conservatory.
"It wouldn"t be a bad idea to get a cigar and return here for a quiet smoke," he thought.
He immediately suited the action to the thought. Was it fate that led him there? He had scarcely seated himself in one of the rustic arm-chairs ere he heard the sound of approaching voices.
He felt slightly annoyed that the retreat he had chosen was to be invaded at that particular moment.
He drew back among the large-leaved plants, which would effectually screen him from the intruders, and hoped that their stay would be short.
"I tell you it will be impossible for you to see her," said a voice, which he recognized as belonging to Gerelda"s maid.
"But I must," retorted another voice which sounded strangely familiar.
"Give her the note I just gave you, and I will wager you something handsome that she will see me. My good girl, let this plead for me with you!"
A jingle of silver accompanied the words, and Varrick could not help but smile at the magical effect the little bribe had.
"Of course, I"ll take your note to her, sir," said the girl; "but that isn"t promising she"ll see you."
Somehow the idea formed itself in Varrick"s mind that it was Mrs.
Northrup for whom the man asked. Had he thought for one moment that it was Gerelda whom the man had asked for, he would have stepped forth and inquired of him what he wanted.
In a very few moments he heard the _frou-frou_ of a woman"s garments and the patter of hurrying feet.
"Gerelda has come instead of her mother to see what this person wants,"