"Yes," said a third person, coming up the room with a heavy, rolling gate, such as seafaring men attain in long voyages. "It is Nelson Thrasher. Arrest him here and now."
Every vestige of color left Thrasher"s face--he stood trembling before the two men like a coward. But the woman by his side drew her magnificent figure to its proudest height, and turned scornfully upon them.
"You are mistaken; his name is not Thrasher. This gentleman is my husband!"
The seafaring man looked at her steadily; there was nothing in her words or appearance to excite compa.s.sion, so he spoke out bluntly.
"No, marm, _you_ are mistaken. His name is Thrasher, and he is not your husband, having been married to another woman long before you left the pine woods."
The color fled from her proud face, till the jewels, flashing their light across it, gave her features the appearance of marble. She turned upon Thrasher with deadly hate in her eyes.
"Is this thing true?" The words hissed through her white lips.
He did not answer, but stood before her dumb and sullen.
"Is this thing true?" she repeated, turning to the sailor.
"True as judgment, marm."
"And the woman, her name, I say!"
"His wife is my own sister, Katharine Allen."
"His wife!" she cried, fiercely turning upon Thrasher again. "Man, have you nothing to say?"
Thrasher lifted his eyes, heavy and sad as death. "I loved you, Ellen."
"Loved me!"
The bitter scorn in her voice made him shrink like a hound when it feels the lash.
"It is the truth. G.o.d only knows how I loved you, how I do love you."
Her face fairly contracted with the loathing that had slept in her bosom so long.
"And G.o.d only knows how I hate you--how I hated you then, and shall forever and ever."
"But you married me."
"No, I married these, and these, and these!"
She dashed one hand against the jewels on her bosom, hair, and arms, then pointed to the supper room, with its flowers, and the long vista of saloons opening into each other.
Thrasher shrunk into himself, standing before her white and cold. She had no mercy on his wretchedness; no control over her own rage.
"Take him away," she said, addressing the men. "If you have a warrant, use it quickly. Drag him from my sight, anywhere, so that he is taken far enough, and buried deep enough."
"Ellen! Ellen!"
The cry of his anguish would have touched a stone with mercy, but she only drew a sob, and went on, bitter as death, and sharp as steel. He knew that venomous truth was spiking up through her rage, and while she was treading him to the earth, the viper in his nature crested itself against her.
"You married me for these," he said, pointing to her bosom, which heaved with rage under its flaming ornaments. "I may be guilty, but not more guilty than you are, Ellen."
"Take him away--take him away," she cried, "or I shall die."
"One moment," exclaimed Thrasher, desperately; "Ellen speak to me alone.
It may be my last request."
Had she been alone, I think the woman would have refused him--but with all those eyes turned upon her, she could only step aside to one of those little boudoirs that his wealth had fitted up for her.
"Well?" she said, haughtily turning upon him as he stood before her, pale and shrinking.
"Ellen--Ellen, do not be so cruel to me; if I have sinned, it was from the love that made me desperate. If I have wronged you, think what I gave up for your sake--how much I risked--how much I have endured."
"Well?" she repeated, growing hard and stern with each word, "what more?"
"Oh, Ellen," he pleaded, "unsay those cutting words, they pierce me to the heart--never loved me--hate--oh, do not strike me so hard!"
"Hate!" sneered the woman. "No, no, that is not the word, it does not express enough; I want a stronger language, something that will combine loathing, detestation, and scorn, all in one word, that I may fling it at you, and go!"
"Ellen, Ellen!"
She took no heed of this agonized cry, but went on, her cheeks blanched, and her eyes aflame with pa.s.sion. "The only drop of comfort I have," she raved, "is, that I can for once speak out, and throw off the load of hate that has fevered every drop of blood in my veins since the day I married you."
He did not attempt to answer her now. The scathing words she had uttered seemed to freeze the life from his whole system. He stood looking upon her with wild, dreary eyes, his whole face so coldly white that she paused, drawing a sharp breath, even in the headlong pa.s.sion that possessed her.
At last he spoke, but the hollow sound of his voice made her shiver.
"You hate me--and I, who loved you better than truth, better than honor, better than my own soul--hate you, Ellen Mason!"
She was petrified. The fearful violence of her pa.s.sion had borne her too far--fallen as he was, the man possessed power. There was his secret; with all her patient craft she had failed to win that, and now it would be buried with him in the prison to which he must inevitably go. She looked keenly in his face; it was hard as granite, and his eyes seemed scarcely human from the fire that smouldered in them, giving dusky force to the circles underneath. She knew that at last her power had been wholly swept away. She saw this with a pang. The whole scene had come upon her so suddenly, that she could not yet realize her true position--that he was not, and never had been her husband; that before the world she was a disgraced woman. She remembered, with a thrill of terror, how the measures taken only to protect her pride, and save her from the intrusions of Thrasher"s family, would now tell against her.
The name partially suppressed, the false history of her position, all would go to prove complicity with the criminal whom she had just exasperated into a bitter enemy.
Stung with this conviction, she stood before Thrasher in the full humiliation of a haughty spirit overthrown.
A stern sneer crept to his lips as he looked upon her. He turned and moved toward the door.
"Where are you going?" she questioned, in a hoa.r.s.e whisper.
"I am going to proclaim myself a criminal, and you Captain Mason"s widow!" he said.
"To whom?"
"To your guests as they come in!"
"You will not be so cruel!"
He laughed like a fiend.