"Fill up his gla.s.s, George," the father said.
Haley"s gla.s.s was, of course, filled again.
"Now, my boy!--Here"s a health to my children! May this night"s happiness be but as a drop to the ocean of delight in reserve for them." Drinking.
"And here"s to our father! May his children never love him less than they do now." Drinking in turn.
"Thank you, my boy!"
"And thank you in return, for your kind wishes."
"That wine didn"t seem to taste unpleasantly, James?"
"O, no, sir. It is rich and generous."
"How long is it since you tasted wine?"
"About three years."
"Are you not fond of it?"
"O, yes. I like a good gla.s.s of wine."
"Then what in the world has made you act so singularly about it?"
"A mere whim of mine, I suppose you will call it. And perhaps it was. I thought I was just as well without it."
"Nonsense! Don"t let me ever again hear of this foolishness."
And then the old man mingled with the happy company.
"Come, James, you must drink with me, too," the mother said, a little while afterward.
Haley did not seem unwilling, but turned off a gla.s.s of wine with an air of real pleasure.
"You must drink with me, too," went through the room. Every little while some one, with whom the young man had on former occasions refused to drink, finding out that he had been driven from his cold-water resolutions, insisted upon taking a gla.s.s with him. Such being the case, it is not to be wondered at that a remark like this should be made before the pa.s.sage of an hour.
"See! As I live, Haley"s getting lively!"
"I think that "rich and generous wine" is beginning to brighten you up a little," Mr. Manley said, about this time, slapping his son-in-law familiarly upon the shoulder?
"I feel very happy, sir," was Haley"s reply.
"That"s right. This is a happy occasion."
"I never was so happy in my life! I hardly know what to do with myself. Come! Won"t you take some wine with me. I drank with you a little while ago."
"Certainly! Certainly! My boy! Or, perhaps you would try a little brandy."
"No objection," said the young man. And then the two went to the side-board, and each took a stiff gla.s.s of brandy.
"That"s capital! It makes me feel good!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Haley, as he set his empty gla.s.s down.
Cotillions were now formed, and the bride and groom took the floor in the first set. Clara felt very proud of her husband as she leaned upon his arm, waiting for the music to begin, and glanced around upon her maiden companions with a look of triumph. But she soon had cause to abate her exultation, for when the music struck up, and the dancers commenced their intricate movements, she found that her husband blundered so as to throw all into confusion. The reason of this instantly flashed upon her mind, for she knew him to be a correct and graceful dancer. _He was too much intoxicated to dance!
_ Her woman"s pride caused her to make the effort to guide him through the figures. But it was of no use. The second attempt failed signally by his breaking the figures, and reeling with a loud, drunken laugh, through and through, and round and round the astonished group of dancers, thrown thus suddenly into confusion.
Poor Clara, overwhelmed with mortification, retired to a seat, while her husband continued his antics, ending them finally with an Indian whoop, such as may often be heard late at night in the streets, from a company of drunken revellers,--when he sought her out, and came and took a seat by her side.
"Aint you happy to-night, Clara! Aint you, old girl!" he said, in a loud voice, striking her with his open hand upon the shoulder. "I"m so happy that I feel just ready to jump out of my skin! Whoop!--Now see how beautifully I can cut a pigeon"s-wing."
And he sprang from his seat, and commenced describing the elegant figure he had named, with industrious energy, much to the amus.e.m.e.nt of one portion of the company, but to the painful mortification of another. A circle was soon formed around him, to witness his graceful movements, which strongly reminded those present who had witnessed the performances, of a corn-field negro"s Juba, or the double-shuffle.
"Come," old Mr. Manley said, interrupting the young man in his evolutions, by laying his hand upon his arm.
"Come! I want you a moment."
"Hel-lel-lel-lo, o-o, there! What"s wanting? ha!" he said, pausing, and then staggering forwards against Mr Manley. "Who are you, sir?"
"For shame, sir!" the old man replied in a stern voice. "Come with me, I wish to speak to you."
"Speak here, then, will you? I"ve no se-se-secrets. I"m open and above board! Jim Haley"s the boy that knows what he"s about!
Who-o-o-oop! Clear the track there!"
And starting away from the old man, he ran two or three paces, and then sprang clear over the head of a young lady, frightening her almost out of her wits.
"There! Who"ll match me that? Jim Haley"s the boy what"s hard to beat! Whoo-oo-oop, hurrah! But where"s Clara? Where"s my dear little wifie? Ah! there--No, that isn"t her, neither. Wh-wh-where is the little jade?"
The whole of this pa.s.sed in a few moments, with all the drunken gestures required to give it the fullest effect.
Poor Clara, at first mortified, when she saw what a perfect madman her husband had become, was so shocked that her feelings overcame her, and she was carried fainting from the room. O, how bitter was her momentary repentance of her blind folly, ere her bewildered senses forsook her.
As for Haley, he grew worse and worse, until the brandy which he continued to pour down, had completely stupified him, when he was carried off to bed in a state of drunken insensibility; after which, the company retired in oppressive and embarra.s.sed silence.
Sad and lonely was the bridal chamber that night, and the couch of the young bride was wet with bitter, but unavailing tears.
On the next morning, those who first entered the room where Haley had slept, found it empty. Towards the middle of the day, a letter was left for Clara by an unknown hand. It ran thus:
"DEAR CLARA--For you are still dear to me, although you have robbed me of happiness for ever, and crushed your own hopes with mine. For years before I came to this place, I had been a slave to intoxication--a slave held in a fearful bondage. At last, I resolved to break loose from my thraldom. One vigorous effort, and I was free. There yet remained to me a small remnant of a wrecked fortune.
With this I abandoned my early home, and fixed my residence here, determined once more to be a man. Temptations beset me on every hand; but while I touched not, tasted not, handled not, I knew that I was safe. But alas for the hour when you became my tempter! O, that the remembrance of it could be blotted from my memory for ever!
When, for your sake, I raised that fatal gla.s.s to my lips, and the single drop of wine that touched them thrilled wildly through every nerve, I felt that I was lost. Horrible were my sensations, but your tempting voice lured me to sip the scarcely tasted poison; I did so, and my resolution was gone! All that occurred after that is only dimly written on my memory. But I was a madman. That I can realize.
When drunk, I have always acted the madman. And now we part for ever! I am a proud man, and cannot remain in the scene of my disgrace. My property I leave for you, and go I know not, and care not, whither--perhaps to die, unlamented, and unknown, and sink into a drunkard"s grave. Farewell!"
This letter bore neither name nor date. But they were not needed.
Five years from that sorrowful morning Clara sat by a window in her father"s house, near the close of day, looking dreamily up into the serene and cloudless sky. Her face was pale, and had a look of hopeless suffering. Five years!--It seemed as if twenty must have pa.s.sed over her head, each burdening her with a heavy weight of affliction. O, what a wreck did she present! Five years of such a life! Who can tell their history? She was alone; and sat with her head upon her hand, and her eyes fixed, as if upon some object. But, evidently, no image touched the nerve of vision. Presently her lips moved, and a few mournful words were uttered aloud, almost involuntarily.
"O, that I knew where he was! O, that I could but find him, if alive!"