A thunder-bolt from a clear sky, the earth suddenly opening beneath her feet, could not have startled Jessie Bain more. A few minutes later she recovered her composure and hurried to Mrs. Varrick"s room.
Mrs. Varrick reached out her hand to Jessie, and the next moment they were sobbing wildly in each other"s arms. Little by little the girl"s n.o.ble spirit in all its grandeur gained the ascendency. Slowly she turned to the housekeeper, who was sobbing over the fact that there was no one to take care of Hubert"s wife, until a trained nurse the doctor had expected should arrive.
"She shall be _my_ care," said Jessie, determinedly. "I will go to her at once; lead the way, please."
Who shall picture the dismay of Jessie when she looked upon the face of the woman who had come between her and the man she was to have wedded that day and found that it was the very creature whom she herself had sheltered--the girl whom she had known as Margaret Moore?
The doctor was greatly moved at the heroic stand Jessie Bain proposed to take in nursing her rival back to health and strength.
"Not one woman in a thousand would do it," he declared. "May Heaven bless you for it! Besides," he added in a low, grave voice, "you could serve poor Hubert Varrick in no better way than by restoring her. If she dies it will go hard indeed with young Varrick."
Jessie realized this but too well, and bent all her energies to nurse her back to health and strength, though what she suffered no one in this world could tell.
If Margaret recovered, she knew that she would go away with Hubert. He might not love her, but he would be obliged to live his whole life out with her. If she died, he would hang for it. Better that he should live, even with the other one, than die.
Her heart went out to Hubert Varrick in the bitterest of sorrow. She realized what he must be suffering. She would have flown to him on the wings of love, but she dared not.
She wrote a letter to him for his mother, at her dictation, adding a little tear-blotted postscript of her own, making no mention of her own great love and the sorrow that had darkened her young life. In that letter she urged him to keep up brave spirits; that everything was being done for Gerelda, his wife, that could be done; that she was sitting up night and day nursing her.
When Hubert Varrick received that tear-stained missive, in the loneliness of his desolate cell he bowed his head and wept like a child, crying out to Heaven that he was surely the most wretched man on G.o.d"s earth.
He tried to think out all the horrors of that bitter midnight tragedy, which seemed more like a dream to him than a reality. He could not understand how Gerelda came by that wound, unless, through her terrible rage, she had attempted to take her life by her own hand; and through the same intense rage, strong even in death, wanted to persecute him even after she had known that her moments were numbered.
As for Gerelda, her life hung by the slenderest of threads for many days after, and during these anxious hours no one could induce Jessie Bain to leave her bedside. But at last the hour came when the doctors p.r.o.nounced Gerelda out of danger.
CHAPTER x.x.xII.
CAPTAIN FRAZIER PLOTS AGAIN.
We must return to Captain Frazier, whom we left standing at the gate when he had parted from the minister, who had gone into the Varrick mansion to make arrangements for the wedding which was to take place on the morrow.
"Gerelda must have made herself known to them by this time, and a lively scene is probably ensuing," he muttered. "I should like to have seen Varrick when Gerelda confronted him, and cheated him out of Jessie Bain.
In that moment, perhaps, it occurred to him what I must have suffered when he cheated me out of winning lovely Gerelda Northrup at the Thousand Islands last summer--curse him for it! How strange it is that from that very date my life went all wrong! I invested every dollar I had in that stone house on Wau-Winet Island, and that fire wiped me out completely. I have had the devil"s own luck with everything I touched.
Everything has gone back on me, every scheme has fallen through, and the best of plans panned out wrong. I should say that I am pursued by a relentless Nemesis. I am growing desperate. Why should Hubert Varrick have so much of this world"s good things and I so little? I am reduced to very near my last dollar. I have scarcely enough in my pocket to pay a week"s lodging; and when that goes, the Lord knows what the outcome of it will be. Up to date, I am "too proud to beg, too honest to steal," as the old song goes; but when a man reaches the end of his resources there"s no telling what he may do."
He walked away swiftly among the trees and threaded his way quickly through the net-work of streets, until he found himself at last standing before a dingy little two-story brick house in a narrow court. Advancing hurriedly up to the stone flagging, he knocked loudly. There was no response.
"Evidently no one is in," he muttered. "I will call later in the evening."
He retraced his steps back to the heart of the city, and feeling exceedingly fatigued, he entered a _cafe_.
"I have almost got to the end of my rope," he muttered, mechanically picking up a newspaper. "If my luck doesn"t change within the next few days, I shall do something so desperate that people will never forget the name of Captain Frazier."
He ran his eye idly down the different columns. Suddenly a paragraph attracted his attention. He read it over slowly half a dozen times; then, without waiting to partake of the repast he had ordered, he hurried to the desk, paid his bill, and rushed out into the street.
"I have no time to lose," he muttered; "this country is getting too hot for me. I must get away at once. If I but had the wherewith I would take the first outgoing steamer. What a capital idea it would be!" he cried, laughing aloud, grimly. "If I could manage to abduct Hubert Varrick"s intended bride and hold her for a ransom? I made a success of it with Gerelda Northrup when she stood at the very altar with him; and what a man does once he can do again. The first time it was done for love"s sake; now it would be a question of money with me. I have but little time to lose."
Again he made his way to the lonely, red-brick house on the side street, taking good care that he was not observed. In response to his repeated knocks, the door was opened at length by a small, dark-complexioned man.
"Captain Frazier! by all that"s amazing!" he cried. "When did you blow into port, I should like to know?"
"I came in this morning," was the reply.
"I am never quite sure what you want of me," replied the other, eyeing the captain suspiciously in the dim twilight. "But come in--come in," he added, hastily. "We are just sitting down to supper. Come and take something with us, if you"re not too proud to sit at our humble table."
"I"ve got over being proud long ago," said the captain, following the other along a very narrow hall.
The interior of the room into which he was ushered bespoke the fact that it was inhabited by men--presumably sailors, from the nautical implements thrown promiscuously about. It was unoccupied, and Captain Frazier took his seat at the head of the table.
"Some of the boys left very hurriedly when they heard the loud, resounding knock on the front door," his companion said, laughingly, as he heaped the tempting viands on Frazier"s plate.
The captain, whose appet.i.te had been sadly neglected, paid great attention to the savory dishes before him.
"We have been accustomed to talking and eating at the same time," he began.
"Of course," returned the other.
"When do you make your next trip out?"
"In a week"s time, probably, if all is favorable."
"I think I shall ship with you," said the captain. "This part of the country is getting too unsafe for me. I see by to-day"s paper that they are searching for me."
"Well, you must have expected that."
"Yes, I have determined to leave the country," Captain Frazier repeated; "but I do not propose to go alone."
His companion looked at him curiously, wondering what was coming; then, leaning nearer him, the captain whispered a plot in his ear that made his friend open his heavy eyes wide in amazement.
"I haven"t a cent of money," admitted the captain; "but if you will work with me, you shall have half the ransom."
"A woman is a nuisance on board of a boat like ours," said the other; "but if you are sure so large an amount will be paid for her return, it will be well worth working for."
An hour longer they conferred, and when Frazier left the red-brick house on the side street, the most daring plan the brain of man had ever conceived was well-nigh settled.
When the hour of eleven struck clear and sharp, Captain Frazier was standing silently before the Varrick mansion. In making a tour of the grounds, much to Frazier"s amazement, he found the rear door ajar.
"The devil helps his own," he muttered, sarcastically. "I imagined that I should have a serious time in gaining admittance, when lo! the portals are thrown open for the wishing."
He made his way through the dimly lighted corridors, dodging into the first door that presented itself when he heard the sound of voices approaching.
He found himself in the library, and had just time to dodge behind a _jardiniere_ on a heavy, square pedestal, which was placed in a recess in the wall, when Hubert Varrick entered. He was followed a moment later by his mother. He heard him talk over his future plans for the coming marriage on the morrow, and a great wonder filled his mind. Had not Gerelda seen him yet?
It had been many hours since he himself had seen her enter those very gates. While he was thinking over the matter, Hubert"s mother left the room. Much to the watcher"s discomfiture, Hubert Varrick did not follow, but instead, threw himself down in an easy-chair before the glowing grate-fire, and lighted a cigar.