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Chapter NumberI - II
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Newspaper TitleThe Brisbane Courier (Qld. : 1864 - 1933)
Trove TitleThe Lawyer's Story: An American Tale: In Five Chapters
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"Selawy^'s

STORY.

j, AJIBBIOAN TALE.

^^ECHAP^-^-^

SVi

1^.Mdn.fiht in January, l8- ïhf * *"ä ' if a quiet evening by the fiiesido pWBläeamyll was made without sufliciont B»t «t ^lov was hardly eleaiod away when iore'iSbt v , t1w bell indicated the prwenco >'W "mLus client 01 a fuuous beggar It ofeitherafuri ^ ^^ a poor follow whoso FJtedt , I bad done gratuitously foi six & bU ^ «nslv out of pure compassion for a ^ P Cm «eeniedto bo wandoung most o*1*'0 His business had not been large »!the!IiaC "lted me two or thieo times about Si h I't be oxpccted-I never knew whence sli='aC , limaginaiy investments of his *dh"lfe thousand dollars in all the

.s hU m «took that the city could afford K\L stock struck his fancy ho would A-*» "1 advice as to its stability and the

HnC reiy readily, as it cost mo nothing rJt gWl ,1 ,lid him no good or harm

*"** curls looking, gaunt, thin

Be ffa of thirty fivo or thereabouts, and 5 wÎfè =ecmed bound up in this expected Vivh.M.o never rated at over a thousand 'L H ho once hoped it might prove a ¡larnoo to enable him to buy ten shaies

"* nktbit was above par.

"Idaot como m, but waited for mo in the

<rl,crelffont°utto9efi him

'I i7cb«3," said he, in a loud whisper, as

.^"on Selber he had ev« thought of ÍLeUoabefoio He did not know what "t to iwk. for ho was actually ignoiant of

au. of the man who was to bo his greatest ¡; ifj tor Ho stood and thought an instant,

jJtea iii "

tf"j von kuow He Bat who is ho ?"

. !L _c_you know-that is, you know, |ulI_,oukuoiv-ho that's going to give mo

li "v you know "

ffell if his wdl is maue, you aro all light I Woo toa *ant to night?"

Bat i just the thing, Mi Blackstone His 1 put made He'sputitoffandputitofl,

c tw he is in a mighty tight placo, and 1 ni rkT»f«il«f you don't huny ho'll bo dead

V i « g t there "

-)I am to go and draw his will ?' le ir if you please"

Brt'uck a night as this ' Think of it, my . r I am not strong Stop around to

e Hirlup s and got him to go He'll bo

? st the chance "

t there was no putting off my chont I ". t found iv chanty woik decidodly the 1 Mun. and laborious that I over did So lr p d wv elf in a cloak and ealhed out into

i j ia tori« as it was ever my misfortune

|c?oe lett and down anothei, into au

i a noir into au old half falling house, ," tia rickety staircase, which threatened to

j it «cr? step, I followed my conductoi

J t^pmncoofa dying man It was ovi

|_l tbatht was dying Tho pallor of death |*i! t don his old and worn countenance,

»j fa t a«suunug tho rigidity that pie

t la t moment

I H tí. a v y old man His head was en

T biJ tuil his eyobrows wboro whito as ' 11 hoid was wunkled and thin, his

i mated beyond belief nts oyo was

3vi , anxious, indicating his desuo to a ml tho business on which I had

ÏÏ To co was husky as ho addiessed

: ÜI tartcil at its uneaitlihuess

Y ire Hi Blackstone s"

Wini you to draw my will, and quickly, -1 sa;oiig fust."

I j awi «.voluntarily at tho garret walls, ? t\iin tahlo and chair, and the tallow candle

i-m'í darkness visible Ho turned restlessly

. fie «larply.

l'ïa think I havo nothing to leave. I havo

'?à to pay you for drawing the will, and

J ill yoa caro for, I BuppoBe. Seo hero !" .beprodnced from under his pillow a roll ol ?t1«!' and gold, and shook thom at mo with T*'>ioa of triumph, at which I could not

1ijs>a_e

U-MfornV, and it was produced-an old

-13 that aught have dono scrvico in tho <'>' Joh, mth a pou in it that seemed as if hibttn -caked there for somo centuries. kiM-iatatthothrco-leggcd tablo I do c-*3 his icjtiuctions, and ho gavo them

j

1 »M io giro all I havo to that boy. philet.mybc.t friend for two years, and Tsta ci- of me hko a friend. Ho kuows I

i a'fie t j leavo bim, and I havo promised 1 - m Givo him all-ovcry farthing. ' '»VI "ive all I havo to-' What is

[-'.vu Tom ? I never heard anything of

. loo "

triJ=» Wentworth."

«»rat i< your name," said I.

! ^iStornis/'saidhe, in a clear voice *'. emphasis j and I heard him add, in n ? '-V Bo-a in old Salem and died in a garret

i«k\" And then he muttered something ':°th»ar¡ and when ho had finished I

^ the brief form of will for him to t~' «ti wanted only a wituoss to completo

J"»t oa I thereforo left tho room, intond '"'»a friend's not far distant, and pro ? ,, ° '"lo act as witness with myself; [__ tft t!lc doorway I stumbled against a

(M»m hastening by at a furious rate, Í,i' *°iu!l1 havo fallon but for the firm

'j''°°L of my collar. It was ovident t On:ot ^was a highwayman, and, to ,,v , ' 8uddou S^asp led mo to think

,\L ^ waJ of him, for I seized him in i«./!." throat' Wo "or°not badl-v

J' '"'' aftcr a brisf wrestle wo rolled r, !M,e» together, and thoro my cloak

ofl "^

ft mo freo to riso and look at Uo gathered himself up swiftly i. st ' 0js!'j out »omothing in my op », r' eci "ira I was no robber, and ho ^ a», need an apology for his rude

- c a replied by taking all the blamo l,;^ then begged him, if a oitizen,

"-!!'t furthcr troubl° b.v stepping up ' j " haa lcft and witnessing tho w ill

?;^--udily assented, and wo returned

,n^ Presence of tho dying miser, for

- .'"I* ,,tt9- '-Tho will was signed,

c£ Jc« it back to mo ho gavo mo a ,t 6i -^P«9 and money, which ho ro

0 l«p for Lib heir, and deliver

whon ho should bo dead. I wrote my name as a witness, and then handed tho will to my lato antagonist, who signed in a swift and marked

handwriting :

" Walter Ashmun, Now York City."

At the very instant of his finishing tho signa- ture thoro was a chango in the old man's counten- ance j a shuddor passed over his ontiro frame, and lingered about his Ups ; ho inoaucd onco as if ho would havo spoken but could not ; ho fixed his weary old oyes upward as if ho strovo to penetrate a cloud that overhung him, but could seo nothing but mists of darkness ; ho lookod swiftly and even wildly at each, of us, and lifted his hands up imploringly, and they fell heavily ou the rugged coverlet, and ho was gono from tho company of thoso that know him not, to tho presence of those who had known his boyhood eighty years before.

As I turned from tho bed I saw Ashmun standing with his eyc3 Used on tho dead man, with a curious expression that puzzled mo.

I looked at him enquiringly, but he did not movo for somo moments ; and whon ho caught my eye fixed on him he turned abruptly from me, hurried down the staircoso, and disappeared.

Such was my iutroduction to one of the most remarkable mon I have ever known. I havo re- lated this occurrence only for tho sake of show- ing how I became acquainted with him, and what I havo thus far told you has nothing moro to do with my story.

Ho was not like any othei man thatliomem bot to havo seen, either in peisonal appcaranco or montai structure Ho was a stiange com pound of commonplace and sentiment, fury and gentleness, polish and îoughuess

I had, of comse, no opportunity to obsoivo this at the penod I havo spoken of It was not till sorno timo latci that n.y actual acquaintance with him commenced , foi, when tho will of the dead misci was piovcd, I was not present at tho Smrogatc s ofiico on tho some day that Ashmun was examined, and I did not meet him again for neaily oi quito a year, duung which timo I had entirely foi gotten his features and his personal

appcaranco

I was seated m my office ono wiutei morning, zealously discussing tho paper, «hen I was inter- rupted by the entrance of a man whoso appear anco aricstcd my attention Ho was toll, fifty )oars or moio of age, with anoyohkoau caglo's, small, quick, piercing, but unsteady As ho opened the door ho looked at me, then at tho table, then at the shelves, w Inch cont uned a vei y hbeial disphi) of calfskin, and finally fixing his oyos on my face, he smiled a -\ cry sudden snulo, but very cold and haish withal, find bowing po htcl), ho said that he hoped ho had tho pleasure of addressing Mi Blackstone I admitted ni) peisonal identity in ns amiable a tono as possible, glancing m\ oluntaril) at the samo moment to woids the clock to seo how neal I was to tho timo foi au important appointment

Ho advanced a step and stated his dosiro to "peak with me and al"o mentioned his nauio, " Ashmun " I started lmmcdiatcl) Strango that I did not recognise that foco It was ono to bo lenicmbcicd In his )outh it hal been a fine, a uoblo face It still retained much of its original beauty, but the lines of lifo hod erased much, most of the delicacy of ftatuio which onco constituted its oxprcssion lhere w as on it an appearauctf of caie, a look of heavy and la bonous thought, as if all the pleasant things of lifo had been long shut out from his soul, and bitterness of one sort or nnothoi hud taken pos- session Yet thoro was a magnificence about his forehead and eyes, a look which was as if it might havo been a memoi) of former «plendor of intellect, and which at tho some time was so indicatiio of a piesont powerful mind, that you poid mioluntnr) ícspcct to tho man whoso soul

looked out of such windows

Whilo ho continued silent foi tho Bpaco of foi ty seconds I had resolved all this in my mind, and then apologised for not recognising linn sooner, alluding to tho strange eceno in which I

had last met him

Ho wui\cd the apology wilban air of tho most perfect polish, aud took a chun and lixcd his eves on the fire with a vacant look, void of ex- plosion, which puzzled mo considciablj I made up my mind lapidly that ho was a broken down man But I was wrong Ho was a man of laigo wealth, ofacutcnitcUigcnee, nr.d,by tho few who knew him, most envied of any in tho city I was u¡juin surprised, as ho sat before mc, that I had not beforo lomcmbeicd who ho was, foi it suddenly Hashed ucioss my mind that ho was the wealthy, eccentric man who lived m a otatcly mansion m S-sticet, of whom I had often hoaid dining the past four years

Ho íaised Ins eyes to mine, and as ho caught my look a mask seemed to fall off fiom his lace A sudden flash of lively intelligence lit up his features, his eyes gleamed with unusual lustro, and now, with the ploa»antost imaginable smilo, aud a 's oico of exceeding richness of tone, ho ad

diesscd mo

" I must opologise, Mr. Blackstone, for my apparent abscneo of mind. Ever sinco I had tho pleasure of seeing you-perhaps I should say tho pleasuro of fighting you-I havo desired to meet you again. Somo remarks that you made that evening wcro impressed on my attention. There aro certain mattors which I desiro to com municato to a professional man uko yourself. I havo novor been able to mako up my mind to such a communication until very recently, and I have been bothering my brain until this moment to determine how best to toll my story. Straugcly, it novor until now occurred to mo that tho best courso I can pursue, and indeed tho only possiblo way, is to give you a plain account of my wishes, and so much of my past history as will bo no cossary to oxplain thom. When can you give mo

an hour ?"

" Next Friday morning at this time, if it will suit you, I will bo at loisuro," Baid I, after look-

ing over my noto-hook.

" Could you not say ovening ?" " Horo at my office ?"

" No, but at my houso. To bo frank with you, I want n friend moro than a lawyer. Como and seo mo, hear mo talk, learn what I am, and advise mo as a man would adriso his friend."

"Now you flatter me. I shall suspect you havo somo sinister motivo if you givo such rea- sons for wishing to seo mo. As a lawyer I should not ask how you carno to ask my udvico, but I havo certainly a right to know whyyou seek mo

of nil othors for a friend."

" Not because I havo soon anything spocially propossosting about you."

" I should think not. For you never saw mo oxcept over tho death-bod of that poor dog that died on his heap of gold."

" You called him a dog to his face."

"Did I?"

" You did, though ho was dying. You told him, frankly, that you considered him detestable, and that his death was a good riddauco to tho

world. Hiked your boldness. It was tho truth, spokon so plainly, and I beliovo you will speak it to mo. But como and seo mo, and talk with mo, and porhaps you will bettor understand mo. Willyou como?"

" To-morrow ovoniug." " I will expect you." And so ho left mo.

I found him tho noxt ovoniug in his library. It was a largo room with high collings, and shelves loaded with rare volumos of every lan- guage, old and now. Strange birds looked down from their perches with the most lifelike appoar ance, and it was only on a second look that you found thom to bo dead. Quaint devices ctvught tho oyo in tho heavy carvings, and phantoms seemed to bo standing in tho cornors, which tho faint light of o shaded lump of costly workman- ship and heavy chasing at length resolved into statues of tho old gods.

Reading by this lamp, and directly underneath it, sat tho muster of the houso. His book was an old and splendid edition of Plato, and as my eye rested on tho well-known imprint mark tho hammer striking tho rock-and the namo Basileacper Senricum Peirum, 1556,1 smiled.

His oyo cought tho smile, for ho was accus- tomed to tho dim light of tho room, and as ho roso to wolcomo me, and acknowledged my bow with a most courtly roveronco, ho spoko in a voice whoso silver tone was iu aeoordanco with tho room, the light, tho carvings, and the statu-

ary.

"You find mo in tho humor to talk with you. I seo you smilo at my old companion boro."

" Not at your companion, sir, lu faith, I seldom smilo at Plato. I havo oftouor toavs in my oyos for tho grand old academician. I smiled for pleasure at mooting with so good an edition in your hands."

"Ah yes! I used formorly au old London edition. Until ono day, as I was strolling along a street in Amsterdam, I caught sight of this. I bought it, had it bound as yon now soo it, and havo read every pago over a hundred times Bincc

then, You road Plato ?"

"Seldom now. I did read Plato once, most constantly ¡ but he and Chitty hardly work well togothcr. I havo little timo for dreaming."

" Plato novor dreamed, sir You can hardly havo read him aright it you thought that."

" I said not that ho did. But you cannot road him without dreaming. No mau enn study Plato now. Nono of tho old philosophers, not even Aristotlo, tho princo of philosophers, und tho original author of tho ' Novum Orgauum' not even Aristotlo can find students now. Wo read, wo lovo to read, wo devour thom over and over again, and always with new faucics, new phantasies, vagaries, and dreams. What were you dreaming of when I entered ? Tell ino the truth, if you so lovo frankness."

" By Jot oyou aro light ' Well, I am n droamci all tho time. No ono o\ci told mo so bofoio I nevoi told mysolf bo I liko your tolling mo so. It is just what I want Somo one to tolk to mo and holp mc broak tho bonds I havo put on myself I am a machine, au automaton I want life, ficedom, freshnoss of thought and ac- tion Yos, I am a drcamor And when you carno in I was thinking, most complacontly, as I sat undci that lamp reading Plato, that I was a student, aplani soit of a man seeking 1 now lodgo That was a dieam, ccitaiuly Lool at that lamp I had it caned But tho centre, which you do not seo is moto vnluablo than the gold which simounds it It carno from Greece Dug up there I don't know whcio, buttha Greek I bought it from swoio by all tho gods it was fioin thoteiy spot whero stood thoîesideiico ofSociates Of com «o I didn't bellet o lum, but I liked the he, aud rcolvcd to git o it gold to help it Mon would moio lendily bohotoagoldui than on non he I lind it cased in picuou8 metal, and I got to believing mt self I was my own first conteit So I read Plato, and dream that I am using tho lamp ovei which ho UBed to boud What liai m is thero in it p '1 ho di earn while it lasts is as good as tho icuhty , and if ' wo mo such stuff as dreams aio mado of,' why wo aie somo of us made of glouous stuff Is it

not so ?"

" Yes, till tho sleep comes "

" Ay, thero it is Tho waking is always ter

nblo "

" Always?"

"Yos, alwajs Don't frown at that. I havo no faith to look out of this dieam-land My hfo hua been ono of tual, disappointment, malncss, my days havo been so full of pain my nights so full of hideousuoss, that I hut o no faith loft in tho world, in mau or woman, nuistoi 01 bom ant, friend 01 foo, life or death I Bcuicoly beliovo m heaven or hell You look surprised I am sceptical of otoiy thing I havo lived so long in this old houso in lonesomo quiot, reading, study - wg, di earning, as you callod it, that it all seems to mo hko a dream, and thero seems to bo nothing

loal uiound mo

"Iamtncdofliting in this way Ihavoono objcot m hfo that I want to rcBUiuo It is a search that I gavo over year ago as vain, and I hato been thinking of ronowing it ovei since You must help nie Can y ou ?"

" I will think of it "

" CoutiouB ? Very well. Will ?) ou preparo o will for me, a plain, simplo will, one that I can bellote will bwvho mo-will outlast this droam

which I call mo ?"

"ImposBiblo"

" Impossible ! I have not heard tho word bo fore in years. I onco found a queer-looking Btono in Egypt. It wos an oltar-stono of some old hoathonish templo. I wanted to smoko to- bacco in a pipe mado of a piece ofthat stone, and to ponder on tho evanosccnt nature of mon's temples, altars, and croeds. I suggested the wish to my Arabs. An alraoBt univorsal shrug of the shoulder was the reply, and old Ibrahim oponed his lips to uttor that word, or the Arabio for it. I stopped his mouth with a pioeo of gold and there lios tho pipo. I smoked tobacco in it a fortnight afterwards, sitting in a newly-opened tomb, on a mummy whioh I ohoso to think was oneo a worshipper at that altar. Throo or four thousand years ago, hod boiuo swarthy noighbor of his suggested such a futuro raischanco to him and tho altar, ho would havo said impossible. But it was so, nevertheless, as I onjoyod thinking while I studied tho hieroglyphics on his breast."

" And yot you usk mo to inuko for you a docu- ment that will admit of your faith in its validity aud perpetuity. How do you know what revo- lutions may overturn low, or what freak of fancy may mislead my brain, or what doubt will haunt youre, founded on somo dark epot in tho papor which my clorlt uses to ongross it, whioh your imagination will coustruo into on erasure fright- fully loadod with futuro discussions und manifold interpretations ? Make you a will that you can havo faith in ? My dear sir, you aro trilling with

me."

My singular friend looked at me for two

minutes çithout reply. He was manifestly ox- ] amining my face, to determino whether I was serious. At length «n odd Bmilo flashed out of ono corner of his right eyo, and at tho samo timo an expression of quUst satisfaction settled

on his countenance. i' I

"I understand yon, ana I thank you again for your frank ridicule, J* will help mo, I think. Stophcn" (to his butíer.who outered in responso to tho bell), " some wine and tobocco. Do you uso a pipo or cigar, «Sir ?"

" A pipe, if you/will allow mo."

" Allow you !/I believe thoro is not a cigar

in tho houso/ I took it for grontod you woro a mau of my sort, and I only asked you bo

couso-" ,

" You had Borne little doubt about it."

" Exactly so. And now to business. If, in- deed, I cou call it so. For it is moro to gratify o whim that I havo asked you hero than with the ospeotation of receiving nny volnoblo aid or advioo. I am afraid that my desiro is out of my roach or yours. Draw your chair up to tho grato. Help yoursolf to tho Madeira. Thoro is claret or brandy, if'you profor it. I drink no wino but tho long cork."

"Nor I."

" Odd again. You loomed that, of courso, in travel. But, pardon mo, I am wasting your valu ablo timo, and must not dotain you lougor from my story."

" My dear sir, tho evening is wholly at your disposal."

"Is it so? Ithankyouhoartily. I may thou take timo to roloto all that I wish. Stophcn, sonto moro eoal on the grate. Tho night is growing furious out of doors. Liston to tho snow on tho window. Is it not terriblo ? God of heaven, I shudder at tlio thought that my child may bo out in this tompest, uuclothod, un- loved, doaolato, forsakon, lost;-lost-lost !"

Chapter II.

" I asked you to proparo a will." bogan my companion, after a silonco of a minuto or two, during which tho smoko was nsconding in curl- ing rings from tho bowl of his pipe, and lost it solf in tho darkuoss of tho upper part of tho room. But nono passed from his lips, for ho soomod to bo too much buriod in thought to permit him to smoke, aud tho goldon mouth-pioco rosted mo- tionless on his lip until ho spoko :

" I inado my will fiftcon years ago. It lies in that caso yondor. You shall read it somo day. It is perhaps as woll as anynowonolcouldpro pare. But it is in favor of one who was, I thon thought, in tho world, and whom I should soon meet, and whom I should oducato to bo worthy tbo groat ostato I could givo hor. But I havo novcr mot hor. I havo nover heard of her. I know not if sho bo alive, or whether hor fair looks that I bo loved ouco havo lain in tho dust for nearly a score of years. No, I am wrong. I do know that sho is not dead. I said I had faith in nothing. I havo in that. Though I havo not seen my child in sovonteon years, yet I know that sho lives, and that I shall seo her boforo I dio. I know it as well as I know my own oxistencc. I havo not droamed that. No j I havo learned it, and bcliovcd it, and it is truo. Somowhoro within tho circumforonco of tho world I havo a child, and that is all I know of her rosidonco, and yot sho is my child, my own child !

" I have searchod creation for hor. For fivo years I did nothing but hunt tbo world over for her, and for tou years past I havo dono nothiug but dream over (hat Boareh, oxcept whonlhavo started off on its renewal, and como back lo dream and start again. I have sought her from Russia to the Capo of Good nopo, from Hud-

son Buy to Patagouin.

" You smile, but I am serious. This search ia my h bolo life, and though for some years I huvo abnndoiiod it, my faith is growing so strong tlitit I shall yot meet her in tho world that I am determined to roncw it aguin.

" You would think mo a maniac if I Bhould relato tho thousand follios I lmvo committed in this all-engrossing pursuit. I once stopped a Russian sleigh on tho roulo to Siberia to eeo if sho wcro in it. I boarded a Bchoonor in a galo of wind oil tho coast of Pom to ask for a list of her passengers. I novcr saw a means of convoy anco or a group of persons that I did not think it possiblo sho was there, and unless I oxomincd and Btttisfied myaolf I would bo in despair for weeks afterward willi tho idea that I had missed her. Noy, I turned at ovory fuco I mot, looked under ovcy bonnet, and hurried up and down street lifter street of strango citios with no other object. Sometimes I forgot that I was looking for a human being, and looked as I would for a lost ring or jowol. I was asked a thousand times what I was searching after, in thoso labyrin Illino catacombs of Egypt I was so mod as to go through every chambor, and look bohind ovcry pile of mummies, if pcrchauco I could find somo

truco of her thoro !

" Con you understand what I moan ? I waa a monomaniac, insano, mud, and when I shall have told you my stoi) )ou will bardi) think it Blrango that I w as mad To hu\f loved what Iloiod, to havo lost what I lost, wore surely enough to havo muddentd ono moro than mun Sometimes I think I am mud now Somotimos I ho anako m tho night timo, and bohovo thut all this tornblo story of my lovo and Iobb is u myth, a fanoy, a dream, and that I am a young, strong, joyful man again, and I look around my room in tho dim lire light, and I call ' Eve ' Evo !' and w hen tho door does not opon, and sho does not como and ho down by mo, I shuddor, and remember what I am, and I shrink undor tho covor and tromblo, and ho hko a frightonod child, loncBomo, and hoyond all words dcsolato

" And I cannot longer remain alone I have sought you to toll my story to somo ono that could talk with mo-to whom I could talk-thot tho woight of this ono tembló thought on my soul ma) bo m somo measure lessened

" I w as a wild boy My father had a îospoct ablo piopoity, sufllciont to moko my allow anco liberal, and tho result w as my ruin Yes, ruin ib tho word I was absolutely lmned I wont to college, kopt fasthorsos, good wines, di ank frcoly mysolf, aud modo m) rooms tho resort of all who loved tho good things of the world It was m) pudo to havo brilliant scenes in my looms, to bo constantly surroundod by tho gay, tho laughtoi \o\ ing, tho froo Sometimes I studied, and I ranked at loast rospoctably as a scholar I delivered tho fiironoll address of mj class, which I romcmboi wos ostoemed an honorablo appointmont I gruduatod, and fanoiod mysolf aman I was still a boy, but a boy of urdont, dream) nature I had no restraint of mind, no soit of disciplino lho effect of tho reokloss lifo I had lod foi four youl a in collcgo was pro cisol) «hat might havo boon anticipated in my aftor hfo I did not undoi stand any of tho lawB of hfo, and I cured notmng foi thom Mj wish was my law Desire was alnojs tho reason for possession Honco, perhaps, »U ray suffering

"I had never loved a woman. Raro truth ! I was twonty-one, and had novor known that I could love. I had looked into many protty faces, and, if tho truth wore known, I had pressed my Ups to many soft cheeks ¡ nay, to many rod lips, perhaps, that wore not uuwilliug ¡ but that was in the country whoro I was brought np, and no ono thought all that very wrong. Tho year after I graduated a new era commenced

with mo.

" I will not stop to describo to you tho oxcood iug boauty of Eve Gray. Sho was boautiful j let that suffice I met her at my otvu homo, and did not rocoguiso tho child I had known from childhood. Sho was uko a vision of boa von to mo, and somehow sho learned to rogard mo very much as a girl of thirtoou would rogard a boy of tho samo ago, not as a woman of nino toon, learned already in tho world's ways, would look on a man of twonty-two.

" Wo vamblod ovor tho hills togothor. Wo sat sido by sido in the glon. The moonlight was not different to us front tho sunshine. Wo made all aliko, and wo loved eaoh othor. Sho was my angel. God sent hor to mo, I boliovod, to renew my soul, to mako mo a now man, or a man for tho first timo, by making mo a child again, inno- cent, aud full of fresh, warm fooling, untutored, unfeigned. As I lookod into her matchloss oyes beaming with lovo and Hfo, and on hor features radiant with boauty, I blosaod God and boliovod in Him and hoavou. I could not toll you half our lovo. It was puro and porfeot. Sho rovoronccd mo aud I worshipod hor. Well, was that wrong ? God never mount to forbid our worshipping beauty, so we only aoknowlodgo His command over it. In worshiping His boautiful things wo worship Him.

" And sho was beautiful. Yes, I must toll you of hor. I lovo to linger on that boauty now, and recall tho features whioh my boy lips havo carossed a thousand times, tho brow that was so calm with thoughts of mo.

" You havo beon in Florouco. Do you roinom bor that pioturo of tho Virgin by Carlo Doloi, known in tho cataloguo of tho Gallory of Iho Pitti Palaco as La Santissima Annunziata 1 That calm and heavenly fuco in ils matchlosB outlino was hors. A thousand timos I have lookod from her countonanco to that canvas and back at hor speaking foaturos in their soronity and caluinoss, and wondorod whoro tho paintor saw hor, for ho must have booh her, in dreams or

in reality.

"Silo was very graceful. No motion was abrupt. If sho rose or walkod, or seated hor solf, or throw hor form on tho leaves or on tho gross, all that sho did was graooful, gentío, and beautiful. If sho spoko, tho words OBcapod from hor lips not as if forced out by any impulso or volition, but as if her thoughts, pure and holy always, had bocomo living, and wcro making thomsolvcs known in a sweet flow of music.

" nor form was full and porfootly roundod ; hor foot was oxquisitoly Binall ; hor hand por- footly fuiry in its proportion ; I foarod to grusp thoso dolicato fingors in mino. Thoro wore two features of hor fuco that attraotod moro atten- tion than any other. Thoso wore hor lips and hor oyes. Tho formor woro chisolod with all tho skill which cul the lips of tho first Eve, aud thoy wcro as tempting as Adam found thom before. But thoro was n olight and constant otirl on her upper lip, a shndo of contempt for all the world a consciousiioBS of superiority, a prklo of soul that bound hor to my proud henrfc moro thon

uught olso.

" Her eyos woro of a doon bluo, Hashing with lustro, and thoy gloomed through tho bars which hor long lashes plucod across thom with a radi- ance whioh startled you. On mo thov novor looked savo lovingly, and now that so many years have pnssod sinco I last mot thoir gozo, I. thank God thnl that last look of hers was full of woman lovo ! Yes, I thunk God, for when I ro mombor her and hor puro faith I boliovo in Him ! and I refuso to doubt oven whoro I dnro not boliovo. Wo aro boys till somo groat ovont makos mon of us. Wo can't doto tho chango oxnotly j but, whon wo analyse our Hvcb past, wo romembcr that just about tho timo of oom« terriblo blow, just about tho dato of somo over- whelming joy or sorrow, wo grow Buddonly

thoughtful mid rcasonablo, or, in other words, , wo becamo mon. So it was with mo. My mothor died. To mo it was torrihlo. I had not thought sho could letwo mo alono ; but so it was, and I was dcsolutu in my griof. It wub in thal hour of ugony that I learned tho blosacdncss of Evo's gontlo lovo. It was then that hor prosonco soothed mo, kopi mo on my knoos whon I would havo boon luinonling, and her tiny hand pushod back tho hair from my forehond, mid hor holy lips spoko words of comfort to mo.

" Sho lived eloso by my father's placo, and I found myself now constantly with hor. I forgot overything but Eve. I gavo up all tho ordinary onjoymonts and employments of lifo for tho sako of her company. Wo road, walked, rodo, talked, dreamed togothor. And tvhilo I grow uko hor in tho dopth and gentlcnoss of my love, sho grow likomo in tho energy and determination of mino. Wo forgot everything clso. Wo livod for throo monlliB in a wild dream of .joy.

" This was tho way it ondod. Our fathors woro political opponents, and in a contest of unusual closeness, certain hard words woro spokon by ono or tho othor, willoh rosultcd in a quarrel of no small florconcss. At first it did not intorforo with the mooting of tho two families ; but tvhon it had como to opon blows in a publio highway, and tho binding of both partios over to koop tho peace, lost a duel Bhould ensue, it bocamo impas- sible for us to continuo our frank intimacy. Wo had still privato mootings. Thero was a deep wood near tho lino of the two parkB whoro wo mot daily, and somotimes twice a day. There wo road or talkod, and whilod away many a Uno suminor aftornoon. How distinctly I now remombor it! Seated boro in my city mansion, surrounded by thoso relics of tho woalth and learning and arts of tho Old World, with tho roar of carriages coming in to us from tho crow- ded strcot, and the swift tramp of multitudes hastening to a thousand acones of ploasuro or of pain, I romembor that bank whoro tho dead ]cavcs lay thick all summer long, and tho shawl thrown down for hor to Bit on, and tho sunshine scarcely stealing through tho branchos of the treos, and tho sharp chirp of tho woodpecker, and tho chirrup of the squirrel, and tho call of tho crow far ovorhoad, and tho solomn sound of tho wind in tho tall hickory and oak trocs, and tho raro boauty of the girl who sat by my sido and road from my book, whilo her hand lay on my shoulder or was pressed in mino. Why wo woro vory childron, you say, and so wo tvero ¡ but angels nor tho sons of God ovor loved with moro of lovo than wo, Wo woro full-grown ¡ wo woro gods in our own affection I

" Our lovo spod bravoly thus, unti- ono morn- ing bIio como to mo terrified lost hor father had discovorod our raootinga. Wo walked togothor

to tho river bonk and planned various things in tho future, whioh now suddonly hung Uko a black cloud ovor our glorious present. Thon wo ox ehangod vows of everlasting lovo, and wroto thom down, and called each other by tho aacrod nomo of husband nnd wifo. It was no play. It was a solemn reality with us both ; and no ono over went to tho altar in magnificent church, or spoko tho vows of marriage in the prosenco of a multitudo, with moro moaning oroarnestnoas, or with a higher conooption of tho greatness of thoso vows, than wo in tho forest, on tho rivor bank, on that summor aftoruoon. Tho wino is with you, Mr. Blaokstouo.

" Evo Groy was a woman. Yon smile. 1 will smilo too. I tell you tho whole story thoro. Sho wna a woman. Well, what of that ? I was a man. Each had faults belonging to tho sex, nnd both had prido abounding. Hor prido was baokod by the waywardnoss and tho weakness of her sos, mino by tho folly, unkindnoss, mad- ness of mino. Wo were living in the prosont. Wo had no future. Wo livod for tho passing hours. A slight thing disturbod tho soronity of our livos. Sho wns calm and dotorminod, I bois torous and obstinate. I novor could toll precisely what tho difficulty botweon us was. Whon it was nil ovor I tried in vaiu to recall tho origin of tho quarrel. It was somo triflo. I oan only romoin bor that in tho progress of it muoh was said about my obstinate odhcronco to a refusal to bo at a cortain dinnor or ovouing party at whioh sho wished to meet mo. Certainly it was nothing moro than Ihot ¡ but tho end was a gonoral over- hauling of all our offences agoiust ouch olhor, and ono aftoruoon, in a small tempest of passion, wo

parted.

" Wo thought tho porting waa for n doy or n wook ot moat. Alas for tho sod uncertainty of human prophecy ! Wo met no moro for years, and that little thoughtlessness wna our ruin.

" I was obliged to loavo my homo suddenly to attond to some business for my father in a Southern city. Evo hoard nothing of this, of course, and naturally supposed that I waa pottiah,

and sho grow moro angry.

" I wrolo to her from Charleston. Tho loiter uovor reaohod hor. Hor falber doubtlosa sup- pressed it. I was obliged to go from that city to Europe. I was obsonl two yoavs, aud then hoard, by a casual remark in a lottor from my fatbor, that Evo wob married.

" I was in Floronco whon I hoard it. Tho blow was torriblo. I found myself, an hour, two, four hours ufterlhad oponod the lottor, standing with it in my hand boforo that picture of Carlo Dolei of which I havo spoken, gazing at tho hoavou I had lost. Thon como ovor mo liko a Hood tho memories of tho grand old forest in whioh my years of greatest joy wcro dead and buried, and I Bcomod to bo in thoir gravo with thom, listoning to tho solemn wind moaning in tho trocs abovo thom. I shuddered whon I awoko to porfoct consciousness. I was now a now, another mun. Tho soeond great chango iu my life had occurred, and I was a winulorer on tho fuco of tho oavlh, homeless and hopoless.

" Men laugh at human love. I havo aomo timos loughod at it mysolf, but novor siuco thon. I toll you that blow shook my whole soul, Thoro was no part of it in which it did not over- throw everything, from tho hoavon in whioh dwolt tho memory of Evo, lo tho depths where lay, unknown boforo, romorso for tho lust part- ing that I now know my owu madnoBB hud

ouusod.

"Yon nftoi yoar passed on, and I wandered all ovoi tho woild Wealth I hud m ovorllow mg measures, and I Bought ploasiuo through tho woild I need not tell you how I found it Money ttill buy it etoiytthoio, and I laughed thon, as I laugh nott, ni the taut which Bays no plcaBuio can bo bought I tell ton gold buys all but heaven itself, and gold bought mo four j oats of tho most joys, most keon, iichplcasuieB that tho world otoi droamod of And after thoso foin yeal s I loturnod to my own eoimtiy with a hoatt that I thought pioof against all tho boauty ovon of my jouug wifo Evo, us I bud

onco called hot

" I mtiBt lotraco my stops a little way m this

stoiy.

"Homy Goi don and Josoph Clendon woiu I wo sons of a family romotoly lolatod lo Evo Giay. Tho Goulon family ttoio oui noarneighbors,but not our fi lends I do not know whcio tho foud botweon ub originated, but I was bom lo it, aud taught bj my fatliei lo oonsidoi thom us boro ditury enemies 'Ihoy woio cortamly not a family calculated lo win loto 'llioio ttciono ladies in the house 'Iho old mun lit ed with his twin sons in a half riiinod house thnl wiisteiy hko his foihmo 'iho boys wcro ill fcaluied, shaggy headed fellows, upou whom I practised my iathoi's principles when wo were ut school togelhoi I thiashod thom, us you lawyers say, loiully and sovorully I first whipped Horny foi being itnpei luiont, und then Joseph foi interfer- ing, and tho next day both of thom togother for daring mo to Btriko thura 'lins was all boyish nonsonso , but it was tho commencement of an onimty that has grown moio violent daily and yearly to tins day, und which helped to ourao my life You seo that I admit frankly that my own ovil possionB huvo cuuBod nil my tunis

" At longth I mudo tho enmity mortal by what I thought groat fun, though it was Borious in ita consequoncoB on tho boya 'lhoy woro bad boys

enough, und worse acampa woro not in the couti- i ti y But I ojnfoss to some compunctions oí conBCionco tvhon they ttoio oonviotod, through my instrumentality, of robbing tho solitury pour trco in tho yard of a pool woman, and woro son toncod hy a village |ustico, mv old friend and ally, to a aojourn of a fow days in tho county gaol. From that day I know that my hfo was

in dangor hourly

1 1 « "*.. n li nue

in dangor hourly.

" You must understand my ohovuotoi m thoso duys to bo ohio to opprociuto tho clloot which this enmity produced. I wub utouatomod to moko much of all Buch omotions, und my mis- taken futhor taught mo that I waa to livo for family alliancoB and onmitios.

"JoBoph Gordon had boon ii suitor of Evo boforo I bow hor nftor loaving onllogo Sho know linn thoroughly, and UBtlioioughly detested lum, but us a country neighbor bIio wub forced to be on ordinury good torms with lum, ospeciully as ho had novor doclarod lnmsolf ub o lo\or. But whon ho saw tho growing intimacy of Eve with mo his anger wub boundless Ho follow od us one day lo tho old forest, and thiusl himself iiidol) into oui compuin, and took tho oppor- tunity to insult mo m E\o's prosonco. Iropoatod tho locBons of Bohool-dii)s, 1 giivo lum a tem- bló bealing then and there, with E\ o looking on, tiorabhngi boBoeohiug, yot, I verily buhovo, en- joying the scono when sho know 1 wub Motor. Ho becamo after that liko ti bloodhound in pur- suit of revengo. Ho shut ni) dogs. Ho ham- strung my best horse Ho o>ou darod to at- tempt lo got mo to light lum with pistols, and 1 throshud linn again for tho insult, Thoro was no method ho did not purauo lo annoy und peí» suouto mo. And ho bus bud his roi ungo.

" Eve Oiu) had boon the wife of Hciir) Gol don moro than foul )ours when I returned und hoard tho story of hor nianiagc. She told mo all. How bIio had resisted outrouUos, Uncut», and commanda i how bIio had been dceeiiod , und, fhiall), spirit broken and read) to die, hud Bought pence and death inthor Ihun thal mimo lutiou. And when thoy had dm en hen to des

pair-whon 'hoy had persecuted hor eron to the

throshold of death, she still resisted with super- human power, until, suspecting at tho last hor concealed reasons and tho unknown source of all hor strongth, they loft in hor way a paper in which they had caused a notico of my death to bo printed, and sho road it and remombored no moro. For weeks sho was insensible or deli- rious, and when sho awoko to reason thoy told hor sho was married, and the wifo of Henry

Gordon,

"That inoniont sho was ohanged, fearfully changed. Tho gontlo, trusting, confiding girl was suddonly transformed into a proud, revenge- ful, but oh, how boautiful and lovely woman. Sho had thought sho could novor survivo such a union, but sho grow fairly splendid in tho hatred of hor husband, which now gavo her lifo. E very day sho learned moro aud moro his vilenosa, and suffored moro and moro of his cruelty, but she had soonied to thrlvo under wrongs. Tho world know nothing of all this, though Gordon's repu-

tation was nono of tho host.

" My rotum was Uko a resurrection from tho doivd. Whon sho saw mo and know that I was living, and not, as sho had supposed, a shade among the othor shapes that filled her haunted past, sho has ofton siuco tokl mo that her emo- tions wero first and only unspeakablo joy that sho had in tho world a hopo of aid against tbo bru- tality of tho man to whom sho was bound. For sho hoped all things, though her life scorned

hopeless.

" Sho loved mo bottor than in tho old time. How did I know it ? I know it by my own soul j by hor soul ¡ by her eye ; by her voico j by all that makos us ukin to that wo lovo. I mot hor at tho gayest rout of tho season. Sho did not know mo at tho first, in my dork dress and with my boarded face. But as 1 approaohed hor sho trembled, aud when I spoke sho nearly fainted.

" Tho next day I eallod on her. Thoro was a child of two years old by her sido-hor child ; and tho mothor'a lovo for mo scouted to pass to her by inheritance, for sho sprang into my arms as I strolohed thom out to hor and called mo 'papa.' I remember now tho oxquisito blush which stolo ovor tho mothor's fuco like a crim- son light, changing and brightoniug her beauty : 'Not papa, my child, but unolc. You may call

him Undo Waltor.'

" I caught tho dolicato idea, and hor look, a3 sho rnisod hor oyos lo mino, was as plaiu as if sho had spoken and askod mo to bo her brother. I anawored willi a glauco. So tho bargain was

mudo, and wo woro brothor and sister thence-,

forth.

"Faugh! What emit was thal! I know it thon. I kuow thoro was no such bond possible, and thal lovo was lovo always, und tUia timo mnducBs. But I eared not. Sho or I or both of us must porish. I Baw it all. I know tho end must como. Yot I plungod into tho Hood that stvopt tis along. That santo night, return- ing from another oaaontbly, her carriago sot us down at hor door. In tho dim light 1 clasped her closo to mo, and sho, unresisting, lot mo pross my lips to hor chook, and oyes, and lips, and soothed hoiselfwith tho idea that I was hor

brother.

Drouin

"Shall I toll )ou of tho lnudnoas that now look possession of us P How du) by day wo Bai pod tho foundations of our honoi, our reli- gion, out sah allon ? It waa not sho that did it It waa both of us-ignorant, stupid, suioidalthat wo woio Wo knew tho end Oin o)es woro wiilo opon fi oin the Hist Sho no\oi doubted thal sho wag lost whon I niBt hor lu tho crowd , and fiom that moment, sho hud regarded hei de- struction hero mid foiovoi as sure But what snoot doBtruotion ! Thoso hours woio purchased bv tho suonfico of oteinit), and Iho) were cheap

ni that1"

Ashmun roso fiom his oban, md walked up and down tho room while ho continued, fini

ously

" Tho) woio hkogoblols of wine in tho ciuloi of VosuuiiB Tlioj woio like walei to tho lips of Dncs 'lhoy weio horns which m their mad dight oomprossod molo jo), moio wild, exulting joy, tluiii o thousand hfotuuca ovor know, boforo

01 sinco

" And tho ond como w ith spcod A year had paBBod m this drouin Wo mot daily , aud tho da) s had tho wings of angola-fallen angels, if you ploiiBO-but thoy weio wingod gloriously.

" Ono ovonuig I waa slnitled by u funous lingingof mj dooi bell, nndtimcbsugofiomE\o demanded my immediate prcsoiieo I was sui pnscd I bud soon hoi but a moment of ouch day foi a wook, foi ho child wns ill, and she had

doioted all hoi tuno lo it

"I was shown to hoi loom, and found hoi standing silent und motionless b) tho di ad body of hoi child, with her stem e)cs fixed on the fuco of hor husband, who, with his bl other, were at u little distance I had not mel TosephOoidou sinco ni) return fioni Fuiope, but 1 lind hourd of him »s a gumbloi and a companion of the de- bused of both so\ts As ho iiiw mo onter Iho loom ho sprang furiously towauls me

" 'What bii8incs3 bin o j ou heio ?' " 'I lim o not conic uninwtcd '

"'You aio at leuat not needed Thomas,

show him tho dooi '

"'Stop, M'allci Aahmun . I sont for you. I Joouoil you lo bo hero tonight Wolfci,jou nio tho only li temi I ha\o onoirth Mj fathoi and mothor oro both demi T havo no living relate o but ono old unclo who lm3 foi golton, if indeed ho o\ci saw mo You woio oucn noavoi and deal oi lomo than all utlurs Yos, IIuujvv Gordon, before I know )ou ho callod mo wifo' Pel haps I was not his wi tided wife m law But 1 luno boon join wife, and I um so no longei I renounce j ou I will not bo tolled by your name I abhor )on, and I will leavo you

" ' Wulter, «co that dead child ' Ho has mur- dered hor Yi ti, 1 Bind the word 'Iho poor, Bick child lifted 1» r lips with somo hngciing lovo foi him, and m his di unken mood ho Btiuck her -struck tho gentlest child that o\ci sought a fathor'B kiss, and bIio lay donn nud died Then ho Btruck me Heio-look al my cheek It tingles yot willi iiiuduoss Aud Ihon ho went out to Ina drunken i ompunioiiB, und I aont for you '

" ' J1 iiough of this,' auld Joseph Goidon,wlulo Horny slood as ii in a diunken stupoi.

"' Will you loa>o Uiib houso, or muat I put

\ou out r"

you ovar

" 1 ttuB porploxcd not ii hltlo But Joseph Gordon gavo mo no timo foi reduction Ho ad vanrod and took mo by tho collin, and I had no hesitation m striking lum a blow Unit loosened Ina grasp and nein ly floored lum Ho seized a chair, the fit st weapon ut baud, and struck at mc I avoided tho blow, closed with lum, shook his hfo nearly out of lum, and thion him out of tho door and down tho stans, doubtless bieaking somo bonoB, and leaving him senseless at the

foot of tho stuiroiiso

" lhon 1 walked down, bowddorcd, not know- ing whut I did, and as 1 pnsscd out into tho street I felt tho touch of Ft o s hand on my arm.

'"I will go with you, Waltei iuko mo

Bomowhoro to dio '

" I was not surpuscd nor Blartled It seomod poifcotly natural Wo walkod ulong tho streot togothor to my homo Wo ontoicd tho door as tho door of our own houso Wo sat in this library Yes, in Un» room, m that chuir yonder, and she shuddoud us sho buiiod her fuco in my breast, and thou lookod up at mo with ii palo,but peaceful fuco, und tho stiugglo wusotei

' Ouo woek after that tvo were on tho sea You look shocked You hud not anticipated this of Evo Gi ay I know it was a, toiriblo, a deadly sin 1 know thom is no bluokoi pago in all thuttho iccoidmg ungel has wuitou thuu tho one which beau this story

" But in somo ícspocts it it us pulhutod Sho hud been defittudcd into tho marriage Perhaps it were hotter to say sho bud not or boon married to lum, for sho novel romemboied any such coremony, though it ttiva duly performed during hot dehiium by a lined scoundrel of u priest Sho hud boon bitterly ttionged by hor husband Slio was abused ill treated, outraged ni tho most villuinoiiB nimmer His debuuelied, debased, and abandoned ohuractor ti as notations What could bIio do » bho hud no fi lends m all tho woildbutmo Hor puunts ttero dead, hcrfor tuno was gone You say sho should bato ob- tained a dit oieo befoio sho carno to mo You ai o right But when loto und madness aro in the soul, pi tulenco and judgment tako thoir leave Time w is our uror and our siu Wo debused oui union by Unit deep stain And ulthouijli thoeiioi ttus upuued soon, jot Evo neici lecotered fiotii tho damning sonst of her onoi-hot Iii st impuiity of dood.

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