The Temptress.
by William Le Queux.
CHAPTER ONE.
HANDFAST.
"May she ever imitate the holy women of former times, and may the Evil One have no share in her actions."
The nuptial blessing was droned monotonously in French by a stout rubicund priest, who wore soiled and crumpled vestments.
The scene was strange and impressive.
Upon a tawdry altar, in a small bare chapel, two candles flickered unsteadily. The gloomy place was utterly devoid of embellishment, with damp-stained, white-washed walls, a stone floor, dirty and uneven, and broken windows patched with paper.
Over the man and woman kneeling at the steps the priest outstretched his hands, and p.r.o.nounced the benediction.
When he had concluded a gabbled exhortation and premonishment, they rose. The weary-eyed man regained his feet quickly, gazing a trifle sadly at his companion, while the latter, with a scarcely perceptible sigh, got up slowly, and affectionately embraced her newly-wedded husband.
As the bride placed her arms about her husband"s neck, he bent, and, lifting her black veil slightly, gave her a fond, pa.s.sionate caress.
Turning from the altar, the priest grasped their hands, wishing them health and happiness. What bitter irony! what a canting pretence of humanity! As if either could be obtained in New Caledonia, the malarial island to which the French transport their criminals. The ill-timed sarcasm caused the statuesque warders to grin, but a tear stood in the eye of more than one of the bridegroom"s comrades in adversity, even though they were desperate characters, hardened by crime.
"We thank you heartily for your kind wishes," he replied, "and trust that your blessing will render our lot less wearisome."
The convict"s bride remained silent, gazing about her unconcernedly.
"Come," exclaimed the officer, rising abruptly, "we must not linger; already we have lost too much time."
After the register had been signed, the husband again kissed his wife.
As she raised her lips to his, he whispered a few words, as if to rea.s.sure her, then said aloud--
"Farewell, dearest. In seven years I shall be free. Till then, _au revoir, sans adieu_!"
"_Sans adieu_!" she echoed in a low voice, apparently unmoved.
He shrugged his shoulders, and turned towards his stern guards.
"I must apologise for detaining you, gentlemen," he said. "Let us go; I am ready."
The bride, who was young, was dressed very plainly in black, yet with Parisian taste. Perhaps she was handsome, but the thick veil concealed her features. The husband"s appearance, however, was decidedly unprepossessing. He was undergoing a term of ten years" hard labour and lifelong banishment.
Tall, bronzed, and bearded, with a thin face wrinkled by toil, although still retaining traces of good looks, he remained for a moment motionless, contemplating with loving eyes the woman who was now his wife. His attire was scarcely befitting a bridegroom, for he had no coat, and wore the soiled and ragged grey shirt and trousers of a miner, while the chains that bound his wrists seemed strangely out of place.
Yet the spectators of this odd ceremony were as strikingly incongruous as the princ.i.p.als themselves.
There were but eight persons. Five were fellow-prisoners of the husband, comprising the labour gang in which he worked, while close behind them sat an officer and two sinister-looking warders in faded military uniforms, the b.u.t.ts of their loaded rifles resting on the floor. The convicts were watching the ceremony interestedly, frequently whispering among themselves, and ever and anon, as either stirred, the clanking of their chains formed an ominous accompaniment to the hastily-gabbled formula, as if reminding them of the dismal hopelessness of their situation.
Neither replied. The warder who held the chain to which the five prisoners were manacled stepped forward, and locked it to the bridegroom"s fetters.
For a few minutes, while before the altar, the latter had been allowed comparative freedom, but now, the ceremony over, he was compelled to return with his gang to the atrocious tortures and dispiriting gloom of the copper mines--that monotonous, toilsome existence of French convicts; a life without rest, without hope, with naught else beyond hard labour, brutal taskmasters, and the whining homilies of drunken priests.
At a word from the officer the men filed slowly out, a dismal, dejected procession. Notwithstanding the uniform grey dress and closely-cropped heads, the difference in their physiognomy came prominently out. It was easily distinguishable that the husband belonged to a higher social circle than the others, who, from their ferocious, forbidding aspect, had evidently given the rein to their evil pa.s.sions, and were undergoing their just punishment. Through the narrow door they pa.s.sed in single file, the warders following immediately behind with their rifles upon their shoulders.
The officer paused at the door, and turning, lifted his cap politely to the bride, saying--
"Forgive me, madame, for thus taking your husband from you, but, alas!
I have orders which must be obeyed."
"No apology is needed, m"sieur," she replied, with a slight sigh. "My husband"s honeymoon has been brief indeed, but, as one convicted of a serious crime, what can he expect? We must both wait. Nothing further need be said."
"And you have followed him here--from Paris?"
"Yes."
"Ah, what devotion! Madame, truly yours is a cruel separation, and you have my heartfelt sympathy. Adieu."
"Thanks, m"sieur; adieu," she said brokenly; but the officer had already pa.s.sed out, and was beyond hearing.
Drawing herself up suddenly, and bowing stiffly to the priest, she left the chapel without deigning to thank him.
Outside the furnace heat of sunshine was intense.
The fierce, glaring sun reflected upon the unruffled surface of the Pacific Ocean, and beat down mercilessly on the white road that stretched away for a mile or so to Noumea, the chief town of the penal settlement, which is altogether a curious place, where society is composed chiefly of _recidivistes_ and warders, and where in the Rue Magenta, one rubs shoulders with murderers, thieves, and notorious conspirators, the sc.u.m of French prisons, who, having completed their term of hard labour, have developed into colonists, respectable and otherwise.
Hesitating on the threshold, undecided whether to return to the town or take the road which led up the steep hill to where the black shaft and windla.s.s marked the mouth of the convict"s mine, she quickly resolved upon the former course, and, strolling leisurely down to where the waveless sea lazily lapped the shingly beach, continued her way under the welcome shadow of some great rocks overgrown by tropical vegetation, and rendered picturesque by palms, acacias, and giant azaleas in full bloom.
The landscape, though arid, was beautiful.
Away across the bay, the cl.u.s.ter of white houses, embowered in branches, stood out in bold relief against the more sombre background of forest, and behind rose mountains denuded of their foliage, but clothed by the sun and air with a living garment of constantly changing colours, which sometimes hid their loss, sometimes more than atoned for it. Into the far distance the long ranges stretched away in undulating lines of ultra-marine and rose, while in the centre the snow-capped summit of Mount Humboldt glistened like frosted silver. Not a breath of wind stirred the sultry atmosphere. The very birds were silent, having sought shelter from the terrible heat; and the calm waters, shut in by coral reefs, seemed to reflect and even increase the intensity of the sun"s rays.
Suddenly she halted, and looked back contemplatively along the road the convicts had taken.
Words escaped her. They were scarcely vapid sentimentalities.
"Bah! even the warder pities me, the imbecile!" she exclaimed in French, breaking into a nervous, discordant laugh. "I have obeyed you, my elegant husband, merely because I am helpless; but my fervent wishes for your welfare are that you will descend yonder mine and never return to the light of day--that your taskmasters will crush the life out of you long before the expiration of your term. You think you have ingeniously strengthened the tie by making me your wife, but you have yet to discover your mistake. You have yet to discover that you are dealing with one who can hold her own against the world!" Motionless and silent, she stood for a few moments with fixed eyes and hands tightly clutched. Then she continued--
"Seven years must elapse before you return to civilisation. Meanwhile much can be accomplished. _Sacre_! I hope you"ll die the death you deserve, and rot in a criminal"s grave before that, curse you! Your wife--_ma foi_!--your victim!"
Hissing the last sentence with bitter contempt, and stamping her shapely foot vehemently, she added--
"Why should I barter myself? By going through the ceremony I have effectually closed his mouth for at least seven years, yet I still have freedom and the means whereby to enjoy life. Shall I calmly submit, then, and pose before the world as a social outcast--the wife of a notorious convict?"
The words were uttered in a tone that clearly demonstrated her intense hatred of the man to whom she had bound herself.
After pausing, deeply engrossed in thought, she exclaimed resolutely--