Pauline's Passion and Punishment
by Louisa May Alcott
To and fro, like a wild creature in its cage, paced that handsome
woman, with bent head, locked hands, and restless steps. Some mental
storm, swift and sudden as a tempest of the tropics, had swept over
her and left its marks behind. As if in anger at the beauty now proved
powerless, all ornaments had been flung away, yet still it shone
undimmed, and filled her with a passionate regret. A jewel glittered
at her feet, leaving the lace rent to shreds on the indignant bosom
that had worn it; the wreaths of hair that had crowned her with a
woman's most womanly adornment fell disordered upon shoulders that
gleamed the fairer for the scarlet of the pomegranate flowers clinging
to the bright meshes that had imprisoned them an hour ago; and over the
face, once so affluent in youthful bloom, a stern pallor had fallen
like a blight, for pride was slowly conquering passion, and despair
had murdered hope.
Pausing in her troubled march, she swept away the curtain swaying
in the wind and looked out, as if imploring help from Nature, the
great mother of us all. A summer moon rode high in a cloudless heaven,
and far as eye could reach stretched the green wilderness of a Cuban
No forest, but a tropical orchard, rich in lime, banana, plantain,
palm, and orange trees, under whose protective shade grew the
evergreen coffee plant, whose dark-red berries are the fortune of
their possessor, and the luxury of one-half the world. Wide avenues
diverging from the mansion, with its belt of brilliant shrubs and
flowers, formed shadowy vistas, along which, on the wings of the wind,
came a breath of far-off music, like a wooing voice; for the magic of
night and distance lulled the cadence of a Spanish contradanza to a
trance of sound, soft, subdued, and infinitely sweet. It was a
southern scene, but not a southern face that looked out upon it with
such unerring glance; there was no southern languor in the figure,
stately and erect; no southern swarthiness on fairest cheek and arm;
no southern darkness in the shadowy gold of the neglected hair; the
light frost of northern snows lurked in the features, delicately cut,
yet vividly alive, betraying a temperament ardent, dominant, and
subtle. For passion burned in the deep eyes, changing their violet to
black. Pride sat on the forehead, with its dark brows; all a woman's
sweetest spells touched the lips, whose shape was a smile; and in the
spirited carriage of the head appeared the freedom of an intellect
ripened under colder skies, the energy of a nature that could wring
strength from suffering, and dare to act where feebler souls would only
Standing thus, conscious only of the wound that bled in that high
heart of hers, and the longing that gradually took shape and deepened
to a purpose, an alien presence changed the tragic atmosphere of that
still room and woke her from her dangerous mood. A wonderfully winning
guise this apparition wore, for youth, hope, and love endowed it with
the charm that gives beauty to the plainest, while their reign
endures. A boy in any other climate, in this his nineteen years had
given him the stature of a man; and Spain, the land of romance, seemed
embodied in this figure, full of the lithe slenderness of the
whispering palms overhead, the warm coloring of the deep-toned flowers
sleeping in the room, the native grace of the tame antelope lifting its
human eyes to his as he lingered on the threshold in an attitude eager
yet timid, watching that other figure as it looked into the night and
found no solace there.
"Pauline!".She turned as if her thought had taken voice and
answered her, regarded him a moment, as if hesitating to receive the
ranted wish, then beckoned with the one word.
Instantly the fear vanished, the ardor deepened, and with an
imperious "Lie down!" to his docile attendant, the young man obeyed
with equal docility, looking as wistfully toward his mistress as the
brute toward her master, while he waited proudly humble for her
"Manuel, why are you here?"
'Forgive me! I saw Dolores bring a letter; you vanished, an hour
passed, I could wait no longer, and I came."
"I am glad, I needed my one friend. Read that."
She offered a letter, and with her steady eyes upon him, her
purpose strengthening as she looked, stood watching the changes of
that expressive countenance. This was the letter:
Pauline— Six months ago I left you, promising to return and take
you home my wife; I loved you, but I deceived you; for though my heart
was wholly yours, my hand was nor mine to give. This it was that
haunted me through all that blissful summer, this that marred my
happiness when you owned you loved me, and this drove me from you,
hoping I could break the tie with which I had rashly bound myself I
could nor, I am married, and there all ends. Hate me, forget me,
solace your pride with the memory that none knew your wrong, assure
your peace with the knowledge that mine is destroyed forever, and leave
my punishment to remorse and time.
Gilbert With a gesture of wrathful contempt, Manuel flung the
paper from him as he flashed a look at his companion, muttering
through his teeth, "Traitor! Shall I kill him?"
Pauline laughed low to herself, a dreary sound, but answered with a
slow darkening of the face that gave her words an ominous
significance. "Why should you? Such revenge is brief and paltry, fit
only for mock tragedies or poor souls who have neither the will to
devise nor the will to execute a better. There are fates more terrible
than death; weapons more keen than poniards, more noiseless than
pistols. Women use such, and work out a subtler vengeance than men can
conceive. Leave Gilbert to remorse—and me.
She paused an instant, and by some strong effort banished the black
frown from her brow, quenched the baleful fire of her eyes, and left
nothing visible but the pale determination that made her beautiful
face more eloquent than her words.
"Manuel, in a week I leave the island."
"No, not alone."
A moment they looked into each other's eyes, each endeavoring to
read the other. Manuel saw some indomitable purpose, bent on
conquering all obstacles. Pauline saw doubt, desire, and hope; knew
that a word would bring the ally she needed; and, with a courage as
native to her as her pride, resolved to utter it.
Seating herself, she beckoned her companion to assume the place
beside her, but for the first time he hesitated. Something in the
unnatural calmness of her manner troubled him, for his southern
temperament was alive to influences whose presence would have been
unfelt by one less sensitive. He took the cushion at her feet, saving,
half tenderly, half reproachfully, "Let me.keep my old place till I
know in what character I am to fill the new. The man you trusted has
deserted you; the boy you pitied will prove loyal. Try him, Pauline."
And with the bitter smile unchanged upon her lips, the low voice
unshaken in its tones, the deep eyes unwavering in their gaze, Pauline
"You know my past, happy as a dream till eighteen. Then all was
swept away, home, fortune, friends, and I was left, like an unfledged
bird, without even the shelter of a cage. For five years I have made
my life what I could, humble, honest, but never happy, till I came
here, for here I saw Gilbert. In the poor companion of your guardian's
daughter he seemed to see the heiress I had been, and treated me as
such. This flattered my pride and touched my heart. He was kind, I
grateful; then he loved me, and God knows how utterly I loved him! A
few months of happiness the purest, then he went to make home ready
for me, and I believed him; for where I wholly love I wholly trust.
While my own peace was undisturbed, I learned to read the language of
your eyes, Manuel, to find the boy grown into the man, the friend
warmed into a lover. Your youth had kept me blind too long. Your
society had grown dear to me, and I loved you like a sister for your
unvarying kindness to the solitary woman who earned her bread and
found it bitter. I told you my secret to prevent the utterance of your
own. You remember the promise you made nie then, keep it still, and
bury the knowledge of my lost happiness deep in your pitying heart, as
I shall in my proud one. Now the storm is over, and I am ready for my
work again, but it must be a new task in a new scene. I hate this
house, this room, the faces I must meet, the duties I must perform, for
the memory of that traitor haunts them all. I see a future full of
interest, a stage whereon I could play a stirring part. I long for it
intensely, yet cannot make it mine alone. Manuel, do you love me
Bending suddenly, she brushed back the dark hair that streaked his
forehead and searched the face that in an instant answered her. Like a
swift rising light, the eloquent blood rushed over swarthy cheek and
brow, the slumberous softness of the eyes kindled with a flash, and the
lips, sensitive as any woman's, trembled yet broke into a rapturous
smile as he cried, with fervent brevity, "I would die for you!"
A look of triumph swept across her face, for with this boy, as
chivalrous as ardent, she knew that words were not mere breath. Still,
with her stern purpose uppermost, she changed the bitter smile into
one half-timid, half-tender, as she bent still nearer, "Manuel, in a
week I leave the island. Shall I go alone?"
He understood her now. She saw it in the sudden paleness that fell
on him, heard it in the rapid beating of his heart, felt it in the
strong grasp that fastened on her hand, and knew that the first step
was won. A regretful pang smote her, but the dark mood which had taken
possession of her stifled the generous warnings of her better self and
drove her on.
"Listen, Manuel. A strange spirit rules me tonight, but I will have
no reserves from you, all shall be told; then, if you will come, be it
so; if not, I shall go my way as solitary as I came. If you think that
this loss has broken my heart, undeceive yourself, for such as I live
years in an hour and show no sign. I have shed no tears, uttered no
crv, asked no comfort; yet, since I read that letter, I have suffered
more than many suffer in a lifetime. I am not one to lament long over
any hopeless sorrow. A single paroxysm, sharp and short, and it is
over. Contempt has killed my love, I have buried it, and no power can
make it live again, except as a pale ghost that will not rest till
Gilbert shall pass through an hour as bitter as the last."
"Is that the task you give yourself, Pauline?".The savage element
that lurks in southern blood leaped up in the boy's heart as he
listened, glittered in his eye, and involuntarily found expression in
the nervous grip of the hands that folded a fairer one between them.
Alas for Pauline that she had roused the sleeping devil, and was glad
to see it!
"Yes, it is weak, wicked, and unwomanly; yet I persist as
relentlessly as any Indian on a war trail. See me as I am, not the gay
girl you have known, but a revengeful woman with but one tender spot
now left in her heart, the place you fill. I have been wronged, and I
long to right myself at once. Time is too slow; I cannot wait, for
that man must be taught that two can play at the game of hearts,
taught soon and sharply. I can do this, can wound as I have been
wounded, can sting him with contempt, and prove that I too can
"Go on, Pauline. Show me how I am to help you."
"Manuel, I want fortune, rank, splendor, and power; you can give me
all these, and a faithful friend beside. I desire to show Gilbert the
creature he deserted no longer poor, unknown, unloved, but lifted
higher than himself, cherished, honored, applauded, her life one of
royal pleasure, herself a happy queen. Beauty, grace, and talent you
tell me I possess; wealth gives them luster, rank exalts them, power
makes them irresistible. Place these worldly gifts in my hand and that
hand is yours. See, I offer it."
She did so, but it was not taken. Manuel had left his seat and now
stood before her, awed by the undertone of strong emotion in her
calmly spoken words, bewildered by the proposal so abruptly made,
longing to ask the natural question hovering on his lips, yet too
generous to utter it. Pauline read his thought, and answered it with
no touch of pain or pride in the magical voice that seldom spoke in
"I know your wish; it is as just as your silence is generous, and I
reply to it in all sincerity. You would ask, 'When I have given all
that I possess, what do I receive in return?' This—a wife whose
friendship is as warm as many a woman's love; a wife who will give you
all the heart still left her, and cherish the hope that time may bring
a harvest of real affection to repay you for the faithfulness of
years; who, though she takes the retribution of a wrong into her hands
and executes it in the face of heaven, never will forget the honorable
name you give into her keeping or blemish it by any act of hers. I can
promise no more. Will this content you, Manuel?"
Before she ended his face was hidden in his hands, and tears
streamed through them as he listened, for like a true child of the
south each emotion found free vent and spent itself as swiftly as it
rose. The reaction was more than he could bear, for in a moment his
life was changed, months of hopeless longing were banished with a
word, a blissful yes canceled the hard no that had been accepted as
inexorable, and Happiness, lifting her full cup to his lips, bade him
drink. A moment he yielded to the natural relief, then dashed his
tears away and threw himself at Pauline's feet in that attitude fit
only for a race as graceful as impassioned.
"Forgive me! Take all I have—fortune, name, and my poor self, use
us as you will, we are proud and happy to be spent for you! No service
will be too hard, no trial too long if in the end you learn to love me
with one tithe of the affection I have made my life. Do you mean it? Am
I to go with you? To be near you always, to call you wife, and know we
are each other's until death? What have I ever done to earn a fate
Fast and fervently he spoke, and very winsome was the glad
abandonment of this young lover, half boy, half man, possessing the
simplicity of the one, the fervor of the other. Pauline looked and
listened with a soothing sense of consolation iii the knowledge that
this loyal heart was all her own, a sweet foretaste of the devotion
which henceforth was to shelter her from poverty, neglect, and wrong,
and turn life's sunniest side to one who had so long seen only its most
bleak.and barren. Still at her feet, his arms about her waist, his face
flushed and proud, lifted to hers, Manuel saw the cold mask soften,
the stern eyes melt with a sudden dew as Pauline watched him, saying,
"Dear Manuel, love me less; I am not worth such ardent and entire
faith. Pause and reflect before you take this step. I will not bind
you to my fate too soon lest you repent too late.
We both stand alone in the world, free to make or mar our future as
we will. I have chosen my lot. Recall all it may cost you to share it
and be sure the price is not too high a one. Remember I am poor, you
the possessor of one princely fortune, the sole heir to another."
"The knowledge of this burdened me before; now I glory in it
because I have the more for you."
"Remember, I am older than yourself, and may early lose the beauty
you love so well, leaving an old wife to burden your youth."
"What are a few years to me? Women like you grow lovelier with age,
and you shall have a strong young husband to lean on all your life."
"Remember, I am not of your faith, and the priests will shut me out
from your heaven."
"Let them prate as they will. Where you go I will go; Santa Paula
shall be my madonna!"
"Remember, I am a deserted woman, and in the world we are going to
my name may become the sport of that man's cruel tongue. Could you
bear that patiently, and curb your fiery pride if I desired it?"
"Anything for you, Pauline!"
"One thing more. I give you my liberty; for a time give me
forbearance in return, and though wed in haste woo me slowly, lest
this sore heart of mine find even your light yoke heavy. Can you
promise this, and wait till time has healed my wound, and taught me to
"I swear to obey you in all things; make me what you will, for soul
and body I am wholly yours henceforth."
"Faithful and true! I knew you would not fail me. Now go, Manuel.
Tomorrow do your part resolutely as I shall do mine, and in a week we
will begin the new life together. Ours is a strange betrothal, but it
shall not lack some touch of tenderness from me. Love, good night."
Pauline bent till her bright hair mingled with the dark, kissed the
boy on lips and forehead as a fond sister might have done, then put
him gently from her; and like one in a blessed dream he went away to
pace all night beneath her window, longing for the day.
As the echo of his steps died along the corridor, Pauline's eye
fell on the paper lying where her lover flung it. At this sight all
the softness vanished, the stern woman reappeared, and, crushing it in
her hand with slow significance, she said low to herself, "This is an
old, old story, but it shall have a new ending."
"What jewels will the se—ora wear tonight?"
"None, Dolores. Manuel has gone for flowers—he likes them best.
You may go."
"But the se—ora's toilette is not finished; the sandals, the
gloves, the garland yet remain."
"Leave them all; I shall not go down. I am tired of this endless
folly. Give me that book and go."
The pretty Creole obeyed; and careless of Dolores' work, Pauline
sank into the deep chair with a listless mien, turned the pages for a
little, then lost herself in thoughts that seemed to bring no
rest..Silently the young husband entered and, pausing, regarded his
wife with mingled pain and pleasure—pain to see her so spiritless,
pleasure to see her so fair. She seemed unconscious of his presence
till the fragrance of his floral burden betrayed him, and looking up to
smile a welcome she met a glance that changed the sad dreamer into an
excited actor, for it told her that the object of her search was
found. Springing erect, she asked eagerly, "Manuel, is he here?"
"His wife is with him."
"Is she beautiful?"
"Pretty, petite, and petulant."
"Unchanged: the same imposing figure and treacherous face, the same
restless eye and satanic mouth. Pauline, let me insult him!"
"Not yet. Were they together?"
"Yes. He seemed anxious to leave her, but she called him back
imperiously, and he came like one who dared not disobey."
"Did he see you?"
"The crowd was too dense, and I kept in the shadow."
"The wife's name? Did you learn it?"
"Barbara St. Just."
"Ah! I knew her once and will again. Manuel, am I beautiful
"How can you be otherwise to me?"
"That is not enough. I must look my fairest to others, brilliant
and blithe, a happy-hearted bride whose honeymoon is not yet over."
"For his sake, Pauline?"
"For yours. I want him to envy you your youth, your comeliness,
your content; to see the man he once sneered at the husband of the
woman he once loved; to recall impotent regret. I know his nature, and
can stir him to his heart's core with a look, revenge myself with a
word, and read the secrets of his life with a skill he cannot fathom."
"And when you have done all this, shall you be happier, Pauline?"
"Infinitely; our three weeks' search is ended, and the real
interest of the plot begins. I have played the lover for your sake,
now play the man of the world for mine. This is the moment we have
waited for. Help me to make it successful. Come! Crown me with your
garland, give me the bracelets that were your wedding gift—none can
be too brilliant for tonight. Now the gloves and fan. Stay, my
sandals—you shall play Dolores and tie them on."
With an air of smiling coquetry he had never seen before, Pauline
stretched out a truly Spanish foot and offered him its dainty
covering. Won by the animation of her manner, Manuel forgot his
misgivings and played his part with boyish spirit, hovering about his
stately wife as no assiduous maid had ever done; for every flower was
fastened with a word sweeter than itself, the white arms kissed as the
ornaments went on, and when the silken knots were deftly accomplished,
the lighthearted bridegroom performed a little dance of triumph about
his idol, till she arrested him, beckoning as she spoke.
"Manuel, I am waiting to assume the last best ornament you have
given me, my handsome husband." Then, as he came to her laughing with
frank pleasure at her praise, she added, "You, too, must look your
best and bravest now, and remember you must enact the man tonight.
Before.Gilbert wear your stateliest aspect, your tenderest to me, your
courtliest to his wife. You possess dramatic skill. Use it for my
sake, and come for your reward when this night's work is done."
The great hotel was swarming with life, ablaze with light, resonant
with the tread of feet, the hum of voices, the musical din of the
band, and full of the sights and sounds which fill such human hives at
a fashionable watering place in the height of the season. As Manuel led
his wife along the grand hall thronged with promenaders, his quick ear
caught the whispered comments of the passers-by, and the fragmentary
rumors concerning themselves amused him infinitely.
"Mon ami! There are five bridal couples here tonight, and there is
the handsomest, richest, and most enchanting of them all. The groom is
not yet twenty, they tell me, and the bride still younger. Behold
Manuel looked down at Pauline with a mirthful glance, but she had
"See, Belle! Cubans; own half the island between them. Splendid,
aren't they? Look at the diamonds on her lovely arms, and his
ravishing moustache. Isn't he your ideal of Prince Djalma, in The
A pretty girl, forgetting propriety in interest, pointed as they
passed. Manuel half-bowed to the audible compliment, and the blushing
damsel vanished, but Pauline had not seen.
"Jack, there's the owner of the black span you fell into raptures
over. My lord and lady look as highbred as their stud. We'll patronize
Manuel muttered a disdainful "Impertinente!" between his teeth as
he surveyed a brace of dandies with an air that augured ill for the
patronage of Young America, but Pauline was unconscious of both
criticism and reproof. A countercurrent held them stationary for a
moment, and close behind them sounded a voice saving, confidentially,
to some silent listener, "The Redmonds are here tonight, and I am
curious to see how he bears his disappointment. You know he married
for money, and was outwitted in the bargain; for his wife's fortune not
only proves to be much less than he was led to believe, but is so tied
up that he is entirely dependent upon her, and the bachelor debts he
sold himself to liquidate still harass him, with a wife's reproaches to
augment the affliction. To be ruled by a spoiled child's whims is a
fit punishment for a man whom neither pride nor principle could curb
before. Let us go and look at the unfortunate."
Pauline heard now. Manuel felt her start, saw her flush and pale,
then her eye lit, and the dark expression he dreaded to see settled on
her face as she whispered, like a satanic echo, "Let us also go and
look at this unfortunate."
A jealous pang smote the young man's heart as he recalled the past.
"You pity him, Pauline, and pity is akin to love."
"I only pity what I respect. Rest content, my husband."
Steadily her eyes met his, and the hand whose only ornament was a
wedding ring went to meet the one folded on his arm with a confiding
gesture that made the action a caress.
"I will try to be, yet mine is a hard part," Manuel answered with a
sigh, then silently they both paced on.
Gilbert Redmond lounged behind his wife's chair, looking intensely
"Have you had enough of this folly, Babie?"
"No, we have but just come. Let us dance."
"Too late; they have begun."
"Then go about with me. It's very tiresome sitting here."
"It is too warm to walk in all that crowd, child."
"You are so indolent! Tell me who people are as they pass. I know
no one "Nor I.".But his act belied the words, for as they passed his
lips he rose erect, with a smothered exclamation and startled face, as
if a ghost had suddenly confronted him. The throng had thinned, and as
his wife followed the direction of his glance, she saw no uncanny
apparition to cause such evident dismay, but a woman fair-haired,
violet-eyed, blooming and serene, sweeping down the long hall with
noiseless grace. An air of sumptuous life pervaded her, the shimmer of
bridal snow surrounded her, bridal gifts shone on neck and arms, and
bridal happiness seemed to touch her with its tender charm as she
looked up at her companion, as if there were but one human being in
the world to her. This companion, a man slender and tall, with a face
delicately dark as a fine bronze, looked back at her with eyes as
eloquent as her own, while both spoke rapidly and low in the melodious
language which seems made for lover's lips.
"Gilbert, who are they?"
There was no answer, and before she could repeat the question the
approaching pair paused before her, and the beautiful woman offered
her hand, saying, with inquiring smiles, "Barbara, have you forgotten
your early friend, Pauline?"
Recognition came with the familiar name, and Mrs. Redmond welcomed
the newcomer with a delight as unrestrained as if she were still the
schoolgirl, Babie. Then, recovering herself, she said, with a pretty
attempt at dignity, "Let me present my husband. Gilbert, come and
welcome my friend Pauline Valary."
Scarlet with shame, dumb with conflicting emotions, and utterly
deserted by self-possession, Redmond stood with downcast eyes and
agitated mien, suffering a year's remorse condensed into a moment. A
mute gesture was all the greeting he could offer. Pauline slightly bent
her haughty head as she answered, in a voice frostily sweet, "Your
wife mistakes. Pauline Valary died three weeks ago, and Pauline
Laroche rose from her ashes. Manuel, my schoolmate, Mrs. Redmond;
Gilbert you already know."
With the manly presence he could easily assume and which was
henceforth to be his role in public, Manuel bowed courteously to the
lady, coldly to the gentleman, and looked only at his wife. Mrs.
Redmond, though childish, was observant; she glanced from face to face,
divined a mystery, and spoke out at once.
"Then you have met before? Gilbert, you have never told me this."
"It was long ago—in Cuba. I believed they had forgotten me."
"I never forget." And Pauline's eye turned on him with a look he
dared not meet.
Unsilenced by her husband's frown, Mrs. Redmond, intent on pleasing
herself, drew her friend to the seat beside her as she said
petulantly, "Gilbert tells me nothing, and I am constantly discovering
things which might have given me pleasure had he only chosen to be
frank. I've spoken of you often, yet he never betrayed the least
knowledge of you, and I take it very ill of him, because I am sure he
has not forgotten you. Sit here, Pauline, and let me tease you with
questions, as I used to do so long ago. You were always patient with
me, and though far more beautiful, your face is still the same kind
one that comforted the little child at school. Gilbert, enjoy your
friend, and leave us to ourselves until the dance is over."
Pauline obeyed; but as she chatted, skillfully leading the young
wife's conversation to her own affairs, she listened to the two voices
behind her, watched the two figures reflected in the mirror before
her, and felt a secret pride in Manuel's address, for it was evident
that the former positions were renewed.
The timid boy who had feared the sarcastic tongue of his guardian's
guest, and shrunk from his presence to conceal the jealousy that was
his jest, now stood beside his formal rival, serene and.self-possessed,
by far the manliest man of the two, for no shame daunted him, no fear
oppressed him, no dishonorable deed left him at the mercy of another's
Gilbert Redmond felt this keenly, and cursed the falsehood which
had placed him in such an unenviable position. It was vain to assume
the old superiority that was forfeited; but too much a man of the
world to be long discomforted by any contretemps like this, he rapidly
regained his habitual ease of manner, and avoiding the perilous past
clung to the safer present, hoping, by some unguarded look or word, to
fathom the purpose of his adversary, for such he knew the husband of
Pauline must be at heart. But Manuel schooled his features, curbed his
tongue, and w'hen his hot blood tempted him to point his smooth speech
with a taunt, or offer a silent insult with the eye, he remembered
Pauline, looked down on the graceful head below, and forgot all other
passions in that of love.
"Gilbert, my shawl. The sea air chills me."
"I forgot it, Babie."
"Allow me to supply the want."
Mindful of his wife's commands, Manuel seized this opportunity to
win a glance of commendation from her. And taking the downs' mantle
that hung upon his arm, he wrapped the frail girl in it with a care
that made the act as cordial as courteous. Mrs. Redmond felt the charm
of his manner with the quickness of a woman, and sent a reproachful
glance at Gilbert as she said plaintively, "Ah! It is evident that my
honeymoon is over, and the assiduous lover replaced by the negligent
husband. Enjoy your midsummer night's dream while you may, Pauline, and
be ready for the awakening that must come."
"Not to her, madame, for our honeymoon shall last till the golden
wedding day comes round.
Shall it not, cari—a?"
"There is no sign of waning yet, Manuel," and Pauline looked up
into her husband's face with a genuine affection which made her own
more beautiful and filled his with a visible content.
Gilbert read the glance, and in that instant suffered the first
pang of regret that Pauline had foretold. He spoke abruptly, longing
to be away.
"Babie, we may dance now, if you will."
"I am going, but not with you—so give me my fan, and entertain
Pauline till my return."
He unclosed his hand, but the delicately carved fan fell at his
feet in a shower of ivory shreds—he had crushed it as he watched his
first love with the bitter thought "It might have been!"
"Forgive me, Babie, it was too frail for use; you should choose a
"I will next time, and a gentler hand to hold it. Now, Monsieur
Laroche, I am ready."
Mrs. Redmond rose in a small bustle of satisfaction, shook out her
flounces, glanced at the mirror, then Manuel led her away; and the
other pair were left alone.
Both felt a secret agitation quicken their breath and thrill along
their nerves, but the woman concealed it best. Gilbert's eye wandered
restlessly to and fro, while Pauline fixed her own on his as quietly
as if he were the statue in the niche behind him. For a moment he tried
to seem unconscious of it, then essayed to meet and conquer it, but
failed signally and, driven to his last resources by that steady gaze,
resolved to speak out and have all over before his wife's return.
Assuming the seat beside her, he said, impetuously, "Pauline, take
off your mask as I do mine— we are alone now, and may see each other
as we are."
Leaning deep into the crimson curve of the couch, with the indolent
grace habitual to her, yet in strong contrast to the vigilant gleam of
her eye, she swept her hand across her face as if obeying him, yet no
change followed, as she said with a cold smile, "It is off; what next?"
"Let me understand you. Did my letter reach your hands?"
"A week before my marriage."
He drew a long breath 0f relief, yet a frown gathered as he asked,
like one loath and eager to be satisfied, "Your love died a natural
death, then, and its murder does not lie at my door?"
Pointing to the shattered toy upon the ground, she only echoed his
own words. "It was too frail for use—I chose a stronger."
It wounded, as she meant it should; and the evil spirit to whose
guidance she had yielded herself exulted to see his self-love bleed,
and pride vainly struggle to conceal the stab. He caught the
expression in her averted glance, bent suddenly a fixed and
scrutinizing gaze upon her, asking, below his breath, "Then why are
you here to tempt me with the face that tempted me a year ago?"
"I came to see the woman to whom you sold yourself. I have seen
her, and am satisfied."
Such quiet contempt iced her tones, such pitiless satisfaction
shone through the long lashes that swept slowly down, after her eye
had met and caused his own to fall again, that Gilbert's cheek burned
as if the words had been a blow, and mingled shame and anger trembled
in his voice.
"Ah, you are quick to read our secret, for you possess the key.
Have you no fear that I may read your own, and tell the world you sold
your beauty for a name and fortune? Your bargain is a better one than
mine, but I know you too well, though your fetters are diamonds and
your master a fond boy."
She had been prepared for this, and knew she had a shield in the
real regard she bore her husband, for though sisterly, it was sincere.
She felt its value now, for it gave her courage to confront the spirit
of retaliation she had roused, and calmness to answer the whispered
taunt with an unruffled mien, as lifting her white arm she let its
single decoration drop glittering to her lap.
"You see my 'fetters' are as loose as they are light, and nothing
binds me but my will. Read my heart, if you can. You will find there
contempt for a love so poor that it feared poverty; pity for a man who
dared not face the world and conquer it, as a girl had done before him,
and gratitude that I have found my 'master' in a truehearted boy, not
a falsehearted man. If I am a slave, I never know it. Can you say as
Her woman's tongue avenged her, and Gilbert owned his defeat. Pain
quenched the ire of his glance, remorse subdued his pride,
self-condemnation compelled him to ask, imploringly, "Pauline, when
may I hope for pardon?"
The stern utterance of the word dismayed him, and, like one shut
out from hope, he rose, as if to leave her, but paused irresolutely,
looked back, then sank down again, as if constrained against his will
by a longing past control. If she had doubted her power this action set
the doubt at rest, as the haughtiest nature she had known confessed it
by a bittersweet complaint. Eyeing her wistfully, tenderly, Gilbert
murmured, in the voice of long ago, "Why do I stay to wound and to be
wounded by the hand that once caressed me? Why do I find more pleasure
in your contempt than in another woman's praise, and feel myself
transported into the delights of that irrecover-able past, now grown
the sweetest, saddest memory my life? Send me away, Pauline, before the
old charm asserts its power, and I forget that I am not the happy
lover of a year ago."
"Leave me then, Gilbert. Good night."
Half unconsciously, the former softness stole into her voice as it
lingered on his name. The familiar gesture accompanied the words, the
old charm did assert itself, and for an instant changed the cold woman
into the ardent girl again. Gilbert did not go but, with a hasty glance
down the deserted hall behind him, captured and kissed the hand he had
lost, passionately.whispering, "Pauline, I love you still, and that
look assures me that you have forgiven, forgotten, and kept a place
for me in that deep heart of yours. It is too late to deny it. I have
seen the tender eyes again, and the sight has made me the proudest,
happiest man that walks the world tonight, slave though I am."
Over cheek and forehead rushed the treacherous blood as the violet
eyes filled and fell before his own, and in the glow of mingled pain
and fear that stirred her blood, Pauline, for the first time, owned
the peril of the task she had set herself, saw the dangerous power she
possessed, and felt the buried passion faintly mowing in its grave.
Indignant at her own weakness, she took refuge in the memory of her
wrong, controlled the rebel color, steeled the front she showed him,
and with feminine skill mutely conveyed the rebuke she would not trust
herself to utter, by stripping the glove from the hand he had touched
and dropping it disdainfully as if unworthy of its place. Gilbert had
not looked for such an answer, and while it baffled him it excited his
man's spirit to rebel against her silent denial. With a bitter laugh
he snatched up the glove.
"I read a defiance in your eye as you flung this down. I accept the
challenge, and will keep gage until I prove myself the victor. I have
asked for pardon. You refuse it. I have confessed my love. You scorn
it. I have possessed myself of your secret, yet you deny it. Now we
will try our strength together, and leave those children to their
"We are the children, and we play with edge tools. There has been
enough of this, there must be no more." Pauline rose with her
haughtiest mien, and the brief command, "Take me to Manuel."
Silently Gilbert offered his arm, and silently she rejected it.
"Will you accept nothing from me?"
Side by side they passed through the returning throng till Mrs.
Redmond joined them, looking blithe and bland with the exhilaration of
gallantry and motion. Manuel's first glance was at Pauline, his second
at her companion; there was a shadow upon the face of each, which
seemed instantly to fall upon his own as he claimed his wife with a
masterful satisfaction as novel as becoming, and which prompted her to
whisper, "You enact your role to the life, and shall enjoy a foretaste
of your reward at once. I want excitement; let us show these graceless,
frozen people the true art of dancing, and electrify them with the
life and fire of a Cuban valse."
Manuel kindled at once, and Pauline smiled stealthily as she
glanced over her shoulder from the threshold of the dancing hail, for
her slightest act, look, and word had their part to play in that
"Gilbert, if you are tired I will go now."
"Thank you, I begin to find it interesting. Let us watch the
Mrs. Redmond accepted the tardy favor, wondering at his unwonted
animation, for never had she seen such eagerness in his countenance,
such energy in his manner as he pressed through the crowd and won a
place where they could freely witness one of those exhibitions of
fashionable figurante which are nightly to be seen at such resorts.
Many couples were whirling around the white hall, but among them one
pair circled with slowly increasing speed, in perfect time to the
inspiring melody of trumpet, flute, and horn, that seemed to sound for
them alone. Many paused to watch them, for they gave to the graceful
pastime the enchantment which few have skill enough to lend it, and
made it a spectacle of life-enjoying youth, to be remembered long after
the music ceased and the agile feet were still.
Gilbert's arm was about his little wife to shield her from the
pressure of the crowd, and as they stood his hold unconsciously
tightened, till, marveling at this unwonted care, she looked up
to.thank him with a happy glance and discovered that his eye rested on
a single pair, kindling as they approached, keenly scanning every
gesture as they floated by, following them with untiring vigilance
through the many-colored mazes they threaded with such winged steps,
while his breath quickened, his hand kept time, and every sense seemed
to own the intoxication of the scene. Sorrowfully she too watched this
pair, saw their grace, admired their beauty, envied their happiness;
for, short as her wedded life had been, the thorns already pierced her
through the roses, and with each airy revolution of those figures,
dark and bright, her discontent increased, her wonder deepened, her
scrutiny grew keener, for she knew no common interest held her husband
there, fascinated, flushed, and excited as if his heart beat responsive
to the rhythmic rise and fall of that booted foot and satin slipper.
The music ended with a crash, the crowd surged across the floor, and
the spell was broken. Like one but half disenchanted, Gilbert stood a
moment, then remembered his wife, and looking down met brown eyes,
full of tears, fastened on his face.
"Tired so soon, Babie? Or in a pet because I cannot change myself
into a thistledown and float about with you, like Manuel and Pauline?"
"Neither; I was only wishing that you loved me as he loves her, and
hoping he would never tire of her, they are so fond and charming now.
How long have you known them—and where?"
"I shall have no peace until I tell you. I passed a single summer
with them in a tropical paradise, where we swung half the day in
hammocks, under tamarind and almond trees; danced half the night to
music, of which this seems but a faint echo; and led a life of
luxurious delight in an enchanted climate, where all is so beautiful
and brilliant that its memory haunts a life as pressed flowers sweeten
the leaves of a dull book."
"Why did you leave it then?"
"To marry you, child."
"That was a regretful sigh, as if I were not worth the sacrifice.
Let us go back and enjoy it together."
"If you were dying for it, I would not take you to Cuba. It would
be purgatory, not paradise, now."
"How stern you look~ how strangely you speak. Would you not go to
save your own life, Gilbert?"
"I would not cross the room to do that much, less the sea."
"Why do you both love and dread it? Don't frown, but tell me. I
have a right to know."
"Because the bitterest blunder of my life was committed there—a
blunder that I never can repair in this world, and may be damned for
in the next. Rest satisfied with this, Babie, lest you prove like
Bluebeard's wife, and make another skeleton in my closet, which has
Strange regret was in his voice, strange gloom fell upon his face;
but though rendered doubly curious by the change, Mrs. Redmond dared
not question further and, standing silent, furtively scanned the
troubled countenance beside her. Gilbert spoke first, waking out of his
sorrowful reverie with a start.
"Pauline is coming. Say adieu, not au revoir, for tomorrow we must
leave this place."
His words were a command, his aspect one of stem resolve, though
the intensest longing mingled with the dark look he cast on the
approaching pair. The tone, the glance displeased his willful wife,
who loved to use her power and exact obedience where she had failed to
win affection, often ruling imperiously when a tender word would have
made her happy to submit.."Gilbert, you take no thought for my
pleasures though you pursue your own at my expense.
Your neglect forces me to find solace and satisfaction where I can,
and you have forfeited your right to command or complain. I love
Pauline, I am happy with her, therefore I shall stay until we tire of
one another. I am a burden to you; go if you will."
"You know I cannot without you, Babie. I ask it as a favor. For my
sake, for your own, I implore you to come away."
"Gilbert, do you love her?"
She seized his arm and forced an answer by the energy of her
sharply whispered question. He saw that it was vain to dissemble, yet
replied with averted head, "I did and still remember it."
"And she? Did she return your love?"
"I believed so; but she forgot me when I went. She married Manuel
and is happy. Babie, let me go!"
"No! you shall stay and feel a little of the pain I feel when I
look into your heart and find I have no place there. It is this which
has stood between us and made all my efforts vain. I see it now and
despise you for the falsehood you have shown me, vowing you loved no
one but me until I married you, then letting me so soon discover that
I was only an encumbrance to ~our enjoyment of the fortune I
possessed. You treat me like a child, but I suffer like a woman, and
you shall share my suffering, because you might have spared me, and
you did not. Gilbert, you shall stay."
"Be it so, but remember I have warned you."
An exultant expression broke through the gloom of her husband's
face as he answered with the grim satisfaction of one who gave
restraint to the mind, and stood ready to follow whatever impulse
should sway him next. His wife trembled inwardly at what she had done,
but was too proud to recall her words and felt a certain bitter
pleasure in the excitement of the new position she had taken, the new
interest given to her listless life.
Pauline and Manuel found them standing silently together, for a
moment had done the work of years and raised a barrier between them
never to be swept away.
Mrs. Redmond spoke first, and with an air half resentful, half
"Pauline, this morose husband of mine says we must leave tomorrow.
But in some things I rule; this is one of them. Therefore we remain
and go with you to the mountains when we are tired of the gay life
here. So smile and submit, Gilbert, else these friends will count your
society no favor. Would you not fancy, from the aspect he thinks
proper to assume, that I had sentenced him to a punishment, not a
"Perhaps you have unwittingly, Babie. Marriage is said to cancel
the follies of the past, but not those of the future, I believe; and,
as there are many temptations to an idle man in a place like this,
doubtless your husband is wise enough to own that he dares not stay but
finds discretion the better part of valor."
Nothing could be softer than the tone in which these words were
uttered, nothing sharper than the hidden taunt conveyed, but Gilbert
only laughed a scornful laugh as he fixed his keen eyes full upon her
and took her bouquet with the air of one assuming former rights.
"My dear Pauline, discretion is the last virtue I should expect to
be accused of by you; but if valor consists in daring all things, I
may lay claim to it without its 'better part,' for temptation is my
delight—the stronger the better. Have no fears for mc, my friend. I
gladly accept Babie's decree and, ignoring the last ten years, intend
to begin life anew, having discovered a sauce piquante which will give
the stalest pleasures a redoubled zest. I am unfortunate tonight,
and.here is a second wreck; this I can rebuild happily. Allow me to do
so, for I remember you once praised my skill in floral architecture."
With an air of eager gallantry in strange contrast to the malign
expression of his countenance, Gilbert knelt to regather the flowers
which a careless gesture of his own had scattered from their jeweled
holder. His wife turned to speak to Manuel, and, yielding to the
unconquerable anxiety his reckless manner awoke, Pauline whispered
below her breath as she bent as if to watch the work, "Gilbert, follow
your first impulse, and go tomorrow."
"Nothing shall induce me to."
"I warn you harm will come of it."
"Let it come; I am past fear now."
"Shun me for Babie's sake, if not for your own.
"Too late for that; she is headstrong—let her suffer."
'Have you no power, Gilbert?"
"None over her, much over you."
"We will prove that!"
Rapidly as words could shape them, these questions and answers
fell, and with their utterance the last generous feeling died in
Pauline's breast; for as she received the flowers, now changed from a
love token to a battle gage, she saw the torn glove still crushed in
Gilbert's hand, and silently accepted his challenge to the tournament
so often held between man and woman—a tournament where the keen
tongue is the lance, pride the shield, passion the fiery steed, and the
hardest heart the winner of the prize, which seldom fails to prove a
barren honor, ending in remorse.
For several days the Cubans were almost invisible, appearing only for
a daily drive, a twilight saunter on the beach, or a brief visit to
the ballroom, there to enjoy the excitement of the pastime in which
they both excelled. Their apartments were in the quietest wing of the
hotel, and from the moment of their occupancy seemed to acquire all
the charms of home. The few guests admitted felt the atmosphere of
poetry and peace that pervaded the nest which Love, the worker of
miracles, had built himself even under that tumultuous roof. Strollers
in the halls or along the breezy verandas often paused to listen to
the music of instrument or voice which came floating out from these
sequestered rooms. Frequent laughter and the murmur of conversation
proved that ennui was unknown, and a touch of romance inevitably
enhanced the interest wakened by the beautiful young pair, always
together, always happy, never weary of the dolce far niente of this
In a balcony like a hanging garden, sheltered from the sun by
blossoming shrubs and vines that curtained the green nook with odorous
shade, Pauline lay indolently swinging in a gaily fringed hammock as
she had been wont to do in Cuba, then finding only pleasure in the
luxury of motion which now failed to quiet her unrest. Manuel had put
down the book to which she no longer listened and, leaning his head
upon his hand, sat watching her as she swayed to and fro with
thoughtful eyes intent upon the sea, whose murmurous voice possessed a
charm more powerful than his own. Suddenly he spoke:
"Pauline, I cannot understand you! For three weeks we hurried east
and west to find this man, yet when found you shun him and seem
content to make my life a heaven upon earth. I.sometimes fancy that you
have resolved to let the past sleep, but the hope dies as soon as born,
for in moments like this I see that, though you devote yourself to me,
the old purpose is unchanged, and I marvel why you pause."
Her eyes came back from their long gaze and settled on him full of
an intelligence which deepened his perplexity. "You have not learned
to know me yet; death is not more inexorable or time more tireless
than I. This week has seemed one of indolent delight to you. To me it
has been one of constant vigilance and labor, for scarcely a look,
act, or word of mine has been without effect. At first I secluded
myself that Gilbert might contrast our life with his and, believing us
all and all to one another, find impotent regret his daily portion.
Three days ago accident placed an unexpected weapon in my hand which I
have used in silence, lest in spite of promises you should rebel and
end his trial too soon. Have you no suspicion of my meaning?"
"None. You are more mysterious than ever, and I shall, in truth,
believe you are the enchantress I have so often called you if your
spells work invisibly."
"They do not, and I use no supernatural arts, as I will prove to
you. Take my lorguette that lies behind you, part the leaves where the
green grapes hang thickest, look up at the little window in the
shadowy angle of the low roof opposite, and tell me what you see."
"Nothing but a half-drawn curtain."
"Ah! I must try the ruse that first convinced me. Do not show
yourself, but watch, and if you speak, let it be in Spanish."
Leaving her airy cradle, Pauline bent over the balcony as if to
gather the climbing roses that waved their ruddy clusters in the wind.
Before the third stem was broken Manuel whispered, "I see the curtain
move; now comes the outline of a head, and now a hand, with some bright
object in it. Santo Pablo! It is a man staring at you as coolly as if
you were a lady in a balcony. What prving rascal is it?"
"Impossible! He is a gentleman."
"If gentlemen play the traitor and the spy, then he is one. I am
not mistaken; for since the glitter of his glass first arrested me I
have watched covertly, and several trials as successful as the present
have confirmed the suspicion which Babie's innocent complaints of his
long absences aroused. Now do you comprehend why I remained in these
rooms with the curtains seldom drawn? Why I swung the hammock here and
let you sing and read to me while I played with your hair or leaned
upon your shoulder? Why I have been all devotion and made this balcony
a little stage for the performance of our version of the honeymoon for
Still mindful of the eager eyes upon her, Pauline had been
fastening the roses in her bosom as she spoke, and ended with a
silvery laugh that made the silence musical with its heartsome sound.
As she paused, Manuel flung down the lorgnette and was striding past
her with ireful impetuosity, but the white anus took him captive,
adding another figure to the picture framed by the green arch as she
whispered decisively, "No farther! There must be no violence. You
promised obedience and I exact it Do you think detection to a man so
lost to honor would wound as deeply as the sights which make his daily
watch a torment? Or that a blow would be as hard to bear as the
knowledge that his own act has placed you where you are and made him
what he is? Silent contempt is the law now, so let this insult pass,
unclench your hand and turn that defiant face to me, while I console
you for submission with a kiss."
He yielded to the command enforced by the caress but drew her
jealously from sight, and still glanced rebelliously through the
leaves, asking with a frown, "Why show me this if I may not.resent it?
How long must I bear with this man? Tell me your design, else I shall
mar it in some moment when hatred of him conquers love of you."
"I will, for it is time, because though I have taken the first step
you must take the second. I showed you this that you might find action
pleasanter than rest, and you must bear with this man a little longer
for my sake, but I will give you an amusement to beguile the time. Long
ago you told me that Gilbert was a gambler. I would not believe it
then, now I can believe anything, and you can convince the world of
this vice of his as speedily as you will."
"Do you wish me to become a gambler that I may prove him one? I
also told you that he was suspected of dishonorable play—shall I load
the dice and mark the cards to catch him in his own snares?"
Manuel spoke bitterly, for his high spirit chafed at the task
assigned him; womanly wiles seemed more degrading than the masculine
method of retaliation, in which strength replaces subtlety and
speedier vengeance brings speedier satisfaction. But Pauline, fast
learning to play upon that mysterious instrument, the human heart,
knew when to stimulate and when to soothe.
"Do not reproach me that I point out a safer mode of operation than
your own. You would go to Gilbert and by a hot word, a rash act, put
your life and my happiness into his hands, for though dueling is
forbidden here, he would not hesitate to break all laws, human or
divine, if by so doing he could separate us. What would you gain by
it? If you kill him he is beyond our reach forever, and a crime
remains to be atoned for. If he kill you your blood will be upon my
head, and where should I find consolation for the loss of the one
heart always true and tender?"
With the inexplicable prescience which sometimes foreshadows coming
ills, she clung to him as if a vision of the future dimly swept before
her, but he only saw the solicitude it was a sweet surprise to find he
had awakened, and in present pleasure forgot past pain.
"You shall not suffer from this man any grief that I can shield you
from, rest assured of that, my heart. I will be patient, though your
ways are not mine, for the wrong was yours, and the retribution shall
be such as you decree."
"Then hear your task and see the shape into which circumstances
have molded my design. I would have you exercise a self-restraint that
shall leave Gilbert no hold upon you, accept all invitations like that
which you refused when we passed him on the threshold of the billiard
room an hour ago, and seem to find in such amusements the same
fascination as himself. Your skill in games of chance excels his, as
you proved at home where these pastimes lose their disreputable aspect
by being openly enjoyed. Therefore I would have you whet this appetite
of his by losing freely at first—he will take a grim delight in
lessening the fortune he covets—then exert all your skill till he is
deeply in your debt. He has nothing but what is doled out to him by
Babie's father, I find; he dare not ask help there for such a purpose;
other resources have failed else he would not have married; and if the
sum be large enough, it lays him under an obligation which will be a
thorn in his flesh, the sharper for your knowledge of his impotence to
draw it out. When this is done, or even while it is in progress, I
would have you add the pain of a new jealousy to the old.
He neglects this young wife of his, and she is eager to recover the
affections she believes she once possessed. Help her, and teach
Gilbert the value of what he now despises. You are young, comely,
accomplished, and possessed of many graces more attractive than you are
conscious of; southern birth and breeding gift you with a winning
warmth of manners in strong contrast to the colder natures around you;
and your love for me lends an almost tender deference to your
intercourse with all womankind. Amuse, console this poor girl, and
show her husband what he should be; I have no fear of losing your
heart nor need you fear for hers; she is one of those.spaniel-like
creatures who love the hand that strikes them and fawn upon the foot
that spurns them."
"Am I to be the sole actor in the drama of deceit? While I woo
Babie, what will you do, Pauline?"
"Let Gilbert woo me—have patience till you understand my meaning;
he still loves me and believes I still return that love. I shall not
undeceive him yet, but let silence seem to confess what I do not own
in words. He fed me with false promises, let me build my life's
happiness on baseless hopes, and rudely woke me when he could delude
no longer, leaving me to find I had pursued a shadow. I will do the
same. He shall follow me undaunted, undeterred by all obstacles, all
ties; shall stake his last throw and lose it, for when the crowning
moment comes I shall show him that through me he is made bankrupt in
love, honor, liberty, and hope, tell him I am yours entirely and
forever, then vanish like an ignis-fatuus, leaving him to the darkness
of despair and defeat. Is not this a better retribution than the
bullet that would give him peace at once?"
Boy, lover, husband though he was, Manuel saw and stood aghast at
the baleful spirit which had enslaved this woman, crushing all
generous impulses, withering all gentle charities, and making her the
saddest spectacle this world can show—one human soul rebelling against
Providence, to become the nemesis of another. Involuntarily he
recoiled from her, exclaiming, "Pauline! Are you possessed of a
"Yes! One that will not be cast out till every sin, shame, and
sorrow mental ingenuity can conceive and inflict has been heaped on
that man's head. I thought I should be satisfied with onc accusing
look, one bitter word; I am not, for the evil genii once let loose
cannot be recaptured.
Once I ruled it, now it rules me, and there is no turning back. I
have come under the law of fate, and henceforth the powers I possess
will ban, not bless, for I am driven to whet and wield them as weapons
which may win me success at the price of my salvation. It is not yet
too late for you to shun the spiritual contagion I bear about me.
Choose now, and abide by that choice without a shadow of turning, as I
abide by mine. Take me as I am; help me willingly and unwillingly; and
in the end receive the promised gift—years like the days you have
ailed heaven upon earth. Or retract the vows you plighted, receive
again the heart and name you gave me, and live unvexed by the stormy
nature time alone can tame. Here is the ring. Shall I restore or keep
Never had she looked more beautiful as she stood there, an image of
will, daring, defiant, and indomitable, with eyes darkened by
intensity of emotion, voice half sad, half stem, and outstretched hand
on which the wedding ring no longer shone.
She felt her power, yet was wary enough to assure it by one bold
appeal to the strongest element of her husband's character: passions,
not principles, were the allies she desired, and before the answer
came she knew that she had gained them at the cost of innocence and
As Manuel listened, an expression like a dark reflection of her own
settled on his face; a year of youth seemed to drop away; and with the
air of one who puts fear behind him, he took the hand, replaced the
ring, resolutely accepted the hard conditions, and gave all to love,
only saying as he had said before, "Soul and body, I belong to you; do
with me as you will."
A fortnight later Pauline sat alone, waiting for her husband. Under
the pretext of visiting a friend, she had absented herself a week,
that Manuel might give himself entirely to the distasteful task she
set him. He submitted to the separation, wrote daily, but sent no
tidings of his progress, told her nothing when they met that night,
and had left her an hour before asking her to have patience till he
could show his finished work. Now, with her eye upon the door, her ear
alert to catch the coming step, her mind disturbed by contending hopes
and fears, she sat waiting with.the vigilant immobility of an Indian on
the watch. She had not long to look and listen. Manuel entered
hastily, locked the door, closed the windows, dropped the curtains,
then paused in the middle of the room and broke into a low, triumphant
laugh as he eyed his wife with an expression she had never seen in
those dear eyes before. It startled her, and, scarcely knowing what to
desire or dread, she asked eagerly, "You are come to tell me you have
"Beyond your hopes, for the powers of darkness seem to help us, and
lead the man to his destruction faster than any wiles of ours can do.
I am tired, let me lie here and rest. I have earned it, so when I have
told all say, 'Love, you have done well,' and I am satisfied."
He threw himself along the couch where she still sat and laid his
head in her silken lap, her cool hand on his hot forehead, and
continued in a muffled voice.
"You know how eagerly Gilbert took advantage of my willingness to
play, and soon how recklessly he pursued it, seeming to find the
satisfaction you foretold, till, obeying your commands, I ceased
losing and won sums which surprised me. Then you went, but I was not
idle, and in the effort to extricate himself, Gilbert plunged deeper
into debt; for my desire to please you seemed to gift me with
redoubled skill. Two days ago I refused to continue the unequal
conflict, telling him to give himself no uneasiness, for I could wait.
You were right in thinking it would oppress him to be under any
obligation to me, but wrong in believing he would endure, and will
hardly be prepared for the desperate step he took to free himself. That
night he played falsely, was detected, and though his opponent
generously promised silence for Babie's sake, the affair stole out—he
is shunned and this resource has failed. I thought he had no other,
but yesterday he came to me with a strange expression of relief,
discharged the debt to the last farthing, then hinted that my
friendship with his wife was not approved by him and must cease.
This proves that I have obeyed you in all things, though the
comforting of Babie was an easy task, for, both loving you, our bond
of sympathy and constant theme has been Pauline and her perfections."
"Hush! No praise—it is a mockery. I am what one man's perfidy has
made; I may yet learn to be worthy of another man's devotion. What
"I thought I should have only a defeat to show you, but today has
given me a strange success.
At noon a gentleman arrived and asked for Gilbert. He was absent,
but upon offering information relative to the time of his return,
which proved my intimacy with him, this Seguin entered into
conversation with me. His evident desire to avoid Mrs. Redmond and
waylay her husband interested me, and when he questioned me somewhat
closely concerning Gilbert's habits and movements of late, my
suspicions were roused; and on mentioning the debt so promptly
discharged, I received a confidence that startled me. In a moment of
despair Gilbert had forged the name of his former friend, whom he
believed abroad, had drawn the money and freed himself from my power,
but not for long. The good fortune which has led him safely through
many crooked ways seems to have deserted him in this strait. For the
forgery was badly executed, inspection raised doubts, and Seguin, just
returned, was at his banker's an hour after Gilbert, to prove the
fraud; he came hither at once to accuse him of it and made me his
confidant. What would you have had me do, Pauline? Time was short, and
I could not wait for you."
"How can I tell at once? Why pause to ask? What did you do?"
"Took a leaf from your book and kept accusation, punishment, and
power in my own hands, to be used in your behalf. I returned the
money, secured the forged check, and prevailed on Seguin to leave the
matter in my hands, while he departed as quietly as he had come.
Babie's presence when we met tonight prevented my taking you into my
counsels. I had prepared this surprise for you and felt a secret pride
in working it out alone. An hour ago I went to watch for Gilbert.
He.came, I took him to his rooms, told him what I had done, added that
compassion for his wife had actuated me. I left him saying the
possession of the check was a full equivalent for the money, which I
now declined to receive from such dishonorable hands. Are you
With countenance and gestures full of exultation she sprang up to
pace the room, exclaiming, as she seized the forged paper, "Yes, that
stroke was superb! How strangely the plot thickens.
Surely the powers of darkness are working with us and have put this
weapon in our hands when that I forged proved useless. By means of
this we have a hold upon him which nothing can destroy unless he
escape by death. Will he, Manuel?"
"No; there was more wrath than shame in his demeanor when I accused
him. He hates me too much to die yet, and had I been the only
possessor of this fatal fact, I fancy it might have gone hard with me;
for if ever there was murder in a man's heart it was in his when I
showed him that paper and then replaced it next the little poniard you
smile at me for wearing. This is over. What next, my queen?"
There was energy in the speaker's tone but none in attitude or
aspect, as, still lying where she had left him, he pillowed his head
upon his arm and turned toward her a face already worn and haggard
with the feverish weariness that had usurped the blithe serenity which
had been his chiefest charm a month ago. Pausing in her rapid walk, as
if arrested by the change that seemed to strike her suddenly, she
recalled her thoughts from the dominant idea of her life and,
remembering the youth she was robbing of its innocent delights,
answered the wistful look which betrayed the hunger of a heart she had
never truly fed, as she knelt beside her husband and, laving her soft
cheek to his, whispered in her tenderest accents, "I am not wholly
selfish or ungrateful, Manuel. You shall rest now while I sing to you,
and tomorrow we will go away among the hills and leave behind us for a
time the dark temptation which harms you through me."
"No! Finish what you have begun. I will have all or nothing, for if
we pause now you will bring me a divided mind, and I shall possess
only the shadow of a wife. Take Gilbert and Babie with us, and end
this devil's work without delay. Hark! What is that?"
Steps came flying down the long hall, a hand tried the lock, then
beat impetuously upon the door, and a low voice whispered with shrill
importunity, "Let me in! Oh, let me in!"
Manuel obeyed the urgent summons, and Mrs. Redmond, half dressed,
with streaming hair and terror-stricken face, fled into Pauline's
arms, crying incoherently, "Save me! Keep me! I never can go back to
him; he said I was a burden and a curse, and wished I never had been
"What has happened, Babie? We are your friends. Tell us, and let us
comfort and protect you if we can."
But for a time speech was impossible, and the poor girl wept with a
despairing vehemence sad to see, till their gentle efforts soothed
her; and, sitting by Pauline, she told her trouble, looking oftenest
at Manuel, who stood before them, as if sure of redress from him.
"When I left here an hour or more ago I found my rooms still empty,
and, though I had not seen my husband since morning, I knew he would
be displeased to find me waiting, so I cried myself to sleep and
dreamed of the happy time when he was kind, till the sound of voices
woke me. I heard Gilbert say, 'Babie is with your wife, her maid tells
me; therefore we are alone here.
What is this mysterious affair, Laroche?' That tempted me to
listen, and then, Manuel, I learned all the shame and misery you so
generously tried to spare me. How can I ever repay you, ever love and
honor you enough for such care of one so helpless and forlorn as I?"
"I am repaid already. Let that pass, and tell what brings you here
with such an air of fright and fear?"
"When you were gone he came straight to the inner room in search of
something, saw me, and knew I must have heard all he had concealed
from me so carefully. If you have ever seen him when that fierce
temper of his grows ungovernable, you can guess what I endured. He said
such cruel things I could not bear it, and cried out that I would come
to you, for I was quite wild with terror, grief, and shame, that
seemed like oil to fire. He swore I should not, and oh, Pauline, he
struck me! See, if I do not tell the living truth!"
Trembling with excitement, Mrs. Redmond pushed back the wide sleeve
of her wrapper and showed the red outline of a heavy hand. Manuel set
his teeth and stamped his foot into the carpet with an indignant
exclamation and the brief question, "Then you left him, Babie?"
"Yes, although he locked me in my room, saying the law gave him the
right to teach obedience. I flung on these clothes, crept noiselessly
along the balcony till the hall window let me in, and then I ran to
you. He will come for me. Can he take me away? Must I go back to
suffer any more?"
In the very act of uttering the words, Mrs. Redmond clung to Manuel
with a cry of fear, for on the threshold stood her husband. A
comprehensive glance seemed to stimulate his wrath and lend the
hardihood wherewith to confront the three, saying sternly as he
beckoned, "Babie, I am waiting for you."
She did not speak, but still clung to Manuel as if he were her only
hope. A glance from Pauline checked the fiery words trembling on his
lips, and he too stood silent while she answered with a calmness that
"Your wife has chosen us her guardians, and I think you will
scarcely venture to use force again with two such witnesses as these
to prove that you have forfeited your right to her obedience and
justify the step she has taken."
With one hand she uncovered the discolored arm, with the other held
the forgery before him.
For a moment Gilbert stood daunted by these mute accusations, but
just then his ire burned hottest against Manuel; and believing that he
could deal a double blow by wounding Pauline through her husband, he
ignored her presence and, turning to the young man, asked
significantly, "Am I to understand that you refuse me my wife, and
prefer to abide by the consequences of such an act?"
Calmed by Pauline's calmness, Manuel only drew the trembling
creature closer and answered with his haughtiest mien, "I do; spare
yourself the labor of insulting me, For having placed yourself beyond
the reach of a gentleman's weapon, I shall accept no challenge from
A soft hand at his lips checked the opprobrious word, as Babie,
true woman through it all, whispered with a broken sob, "Spare him,
for I loved him once."
Gilbert Redmond had a heart, and, sinful though it was, this
generous forbearance wrung it with a momentary pang of genuine
remorse, too swiftly followed by a selfish hope that all was not lost
if through his wife he could retain a hold upon the pair which now
possessed for him the strong attraction of both love and hate. In that
brief pause this thought came, was accepted and obeyed, for, as if
yielding to an uncontrollable impulse of penitent despair, he stretched
his arms to his wife, saving humbly, imploringly, "Babie, come back to
me, and teach me how I may retrieve the past. I freely confess I
bitterly repent my manifold transgressions, and submit to your decree
alone; but in executing justice, oh, remember mercy! Remember that I
was too early left fatherless, motherless, and went astray for want of
some kind heart to guide and cherish me.
There is still time. Be compassionate and save me from myself. Am I
not punished enough? Must death be my only comforter? Babie, when all
others cast me off, will you too forsake me?"
"No, I will not! Only love me, and I can forgive, forget, and still
be happy!".Pauline was right. The spaniel-like nature still loved the
hand that struck it, and Mrs. Redmond joyfully returned to the arms
from which she had so lately fled. The tenderest welcome she had ever
received from him welcomed the loving soul whose faith was not yet
dead, for Gilbert felt the value this once neglected possession had
suddenly acquired, and he held it close; yet as he soothed with gentle
touch and tone, could not forbear a glance of triumph at the spectators
of the scene.
Pauline met it with that inscrutable smile of hers, and a look of
intelligence toward her husband, as she said, "Did I not prophesy
truly, Manuel? Be kind to her, Gilbert, and when next we meet show us
a happier wife than the one now sobbing on shoulder. Babie, good night
and farewell, for we are off to the mountains in the morning."
"Oh, let us go with you as you promised! You know our secret, you
pity me and will help Gilbert to be what he should. I cannot live at
home, and places like this will seem so desolate when you and Manuel
are gone. May we, can we be with you a little longer?"
"If Gilbert wishes it and Manuel consents, we will bear and forbear
much for your sake, my poor child."
Pauline's eye said, "Dare you go?" and Gilbert's answered, "Yes,"
as the two met with a somber fire in each; but his lips replied,
"Anywhere with you, Babie," and Manuel took Mrs.
Redmond's hand with a graceful warmth that touched her deeper than
"Your example teaches me the beauty of compassion, and Pauline's
friends are mine."
"Always so kind to me! Dear Manuel, I never can forget it, though I
have nothing to return but this," and, like a grateful child, she
lifted up her innocent face so wistfully he could only bend his tall
head to receive the kiss she offered.
Gilbert's black brows lowered ominously at the sight, but he never
spoke; and, when her good-nights were over, bowed silently and carried
his little wife away, nestling to him as if all griefs and pains were
banished by returning love.
"Poor little heart! She should have a smoother path to tread.
Heaven grant she may hereafter; and this sudden penitence prove no
sham." Manuel paused suddenly, for as if obeying an unconquerable
impulse, Pauline laid a hand on either shoulder and searched his face
with an expression which baffled his comprehension, though he bore it
steadily till her eves fell before his own, when he asked smilingly:
"Is the doubt destroyed, cari—a?"
"No; it is laid asleep."
Then as he drew her nearer, as if to make his peace for his unknown
offense, she turned her cheek away and left him silently. Did she fear
to find Babie's kiss upon his lips?
The work of weeks is soon recorded, and when another month was gone
these were the changes it had wrought. The four so strangely bound
together by ties of suffering and sin went on their way, to the
world's eye, blessed with every gracious gift, but below the tranquil
surface rolled that undercurrent whose mysterious tides ebb and flow
in human hearts unfettered by race or rank or time. Gilbert was a good
actor, but, though he curbed his fitful temper, smoothed his mien, and
sweetened his manner, his wife soon felt the vanity of hoping to
recover that which never had been hers. Silently she accepted the fact
and, uttering no complaint, turned to others for the fostering warmth
without which she could not live. Conscious of a hunger like her own,
Manuel could offer her sincerest sympathy, and soon learned to find a
troubled pleasure in the.knowledge that she loved him and her husband
knew it, for his life of the emotions was rapidly maturing the boy
into the man, as the fierce ardors of his native skies quicken the
growth of wondrous plants that blossom in a night. Mrs. Redmond, as
young in character as in years, felt the attraction of a nature
generous and sweet, and yielded to it as involuntarily as an
unsupported vine yields to the wind that blows it to the strong arms
of a tree, still unconscious that a warmer sentiment than gratitude
made his companionship the sunshine of her life. Pauline saw this, and
sometimes owned within herself that she had evoked spirits which she
could not rule, but her purpose drove her on, and in it she found a
charm more perilously potent than before. Gilbert watched the three
with a smile darker than a frown, yet no reproach warned his wife of
the danger which she did not see; no jealous demonstration roused
Manuel to rebel against the oppression of a presence so distasteful to
him; no rash act or word gave Pauline power to banish him, though the
one desire of his soul became the discovery of the key to the
inscrutable expression of her eyes as they followed the young pair,
whose growing friendship left their mates alone. Slowly her manner
softened toward him, pity seemed to bridge across the gulf that lay
between them, and in rare moments time appeared to have retraced its
steps, leaving the tender woman of a year ago. Nourished by such
unexpected hope, the early passion throve and strengthened until it
became the mastering ambition of his life, and, only pausing to make
assurance doubly sure, he waited the advent of the hour when he could
"put his fortune to the touch and win or lose it all."
"Manuel, are you coming?"
He was lying on the sward at Mrs. Redmond's feet, and, waking from
the reverie that held him, while his companion sang the love lay he
was teaching her, he looked up to see his wife standing on the green
slope before him. A black lace scarf lay over her blonde hair as
Spanish women wear their veils, below it the violet eyes shone clear,
the cheek glowed with the color fresh winds had blown upon their
paleness, the lips parted with a wistful smile, and a knot of
bright-hued leaves upon her bosom made a mingling of snow and fire in
the dress, whose white folds swept the grass. Against a background of
hoary cliffs and somber pines, this figure stood out like a picture of
blooming womanhood, but Manuel saw three blemishes upon it—Gilbert had
sketched her with that shadowy veil upon her head, Gilbert had swung
himself across a precipice to reach the scarlet nosegay for her
breast, Gilbert stood beside her with her hand upon his arm; and
troubled by the fear that often haunted him since Pauline's manner to
himself had grown so shy and sad, Manuel leaned and looked forgetful
of reply, but Mrs. Redmond answered blithely:
"He is coming, but with me. You are too grave for us, so go your
ways, talking wisely of heaven and earth, while we come after,
enjoying both as we gather lichens, chase the goats, and meet you at
the waterfall. Now se—or, put away guitar and book, for I have learned
my lesson; so help me with this unruly hair of mine and leave the
Spanish for today."
They looked a pair of lovers as Manuel held back the long locks
blowing in the wind, while Babie tied her hat, still chanting the
burthen of the tender song she had caught so soon. A voiceless sigh
stirred the ruddy leaves on Pauline's bosom as she turned away, but
Gilbert embodied it in words, "They are happier without us. Let us
go." Neither spoke till they reached the appointed tryst. The others
were not there, and, waiting for them, Pauline sat on a mossy stone,
Gilbert leaned against the granite boulder beside her, and both
silently surveyed a scene that made the heart glow, the eye kindle
with delight as it swept down from that airy height, across valleys
dappled with shadow and dark with untrodden forests, up ranges of
majestic mountains, through gap after gap, each hazier than the last,
far out into that sea of blue which.rolls around all the world. Behind
them roared the waterfall swollen with autumn rains and hurrying to
pour itself into the rocky basin that lay boiling below, there to leave
its legacy of shattered trees, then to dash itself into a deeper
chasm, soon to be haunted by a tragic legend and go glittering away
through forest, field, and intervale to join the river rolling slowly
to the sea.
Won by the beauty and the grandeur of the scene, Pauline forgot she
was not alone, till turning, she suddenly became aware that while she
scanned the face of nature her companion had been scanning hers. What
he saw there she could not tell, but all restraint had vanished from
his manner, all reticence from his speech, for with the old ardor in
his eye, the old impetuosity in his voice, he said, leaning down as if
to read her heart, "This is the moment I have waited for so long. For
now you see what I see, that both have made a bitter blunder, and may
yet repair it.
Those children love each other; let them love, youth mates them,
fortune makes them equals, fate brings them together that we may be
free. Accept this freedom as I do, and come out into the world with me
to lead the life you were born to enjoy."
With the first words he uttered Pauline felt that the time had
come, and in the drawing of a breath was ready for it, with every
sense alert, every power under full control, every feature obedient to
the art which had become a second nature. Gilbert had seized her hand,
and she did not draw it back; the sudden advent of the instant which
must end her work sent an unwonted color to her cheek, and she did
avert it; the exultation which flashed into her eves made it unsafe to
meet his own, and they drooped before him as if in shame or fear, her
whole face woke and brightened with the excitement that stirred her
blood. She did not seek to conceal it, but let him cheat himself with
the belief that love touched it with such light and warmth, as she
softly answered in a voice whose accents seemed to assure his hope.
"You ask me to relinquish much. What do you offer in return,
Gilbert, that I may not for a second time find love's labor lost?"
It was a wily speech, though sweetly spoken, for it reminded him
how much he had thrown away, how little now remained to give, but her
mien inspired him, and nothing daunted, he replied more ardently than
"I can offer you a heart always faithful in truth though not in
seeming, for I never loved that child. I would give years of happy
life to undo that act and be again the man you trusted. I can offer
you a name which shall yet be an honorable one, despite the stain an
hour's madness cast upon it. You once taunted me with cowardice
because I dared not face the world and conquer it. I dare do that now;
I long to escape from this disgraceful servitude, to throw myself into
the press, to struggle and achieve for your dear sake. I can offer you
strength, energy, devotion—three gifts worthy any woman's acceptance
who possesses power to direct, reward, and enjoy them as you do,
Pauline. Because with your presence for my inspiration, I feel that I
can retrieve my faultful past, and with time become God's noblest
work—an honest man. Babie never could exert this influence over me.
You can, you will, for now my earthly hope is in your hands, my soul's
salvation in your love."
If that love had not died a sudden death, it would have risen up to
answer him as the one sincere desire of an erring life cried out to
her for help, and this man, as proud as sinful, knelt down before her
with a passionate humility never paid at any other shrine, human or
divine. It seemed to melt and win her, for he saw the color ebb and
flow, heard the rapid beating of her heart, felt the hand tremble in
his own, and received no denial but a lingering doubt, whose removal
was a keen satisfaction to himself.
"Tell me, before I answer, are you sure that Manuel loves Babie?"
"I am; for every day convinces me that he has outlived the brief
delusion, and longs for liberty, but dares not ask it. Ah! that pricks
pride! But it is so. I have watched with jealous vigilance and let no
sign escape me; because in his infidelity to you lay my chief hope. Has
he not grown melancholy, cold, and silent? Does he not seek Babie and,
of late, shun you? Will he not always yield his place to me without a
token of displeasure or regret? Has he ever uttered reproach, warning,
or command to you, although he knows I was and am your lover? Can you
deny these proofs, or pause to ask if he will refuse to break the tie
that binds him to a woman, whose superiority in all things keeps him a
subject where he would be a king? You do not know the heart of man if
you believe he will not bless you for his freedom."
Like the cloud which just then swept across the valley, blotting
out its sunshine with a gloomy shadow, a troubled look flitted over
Pauline's face. But if the words woke any sleeping fear she cherished,
it was peremptorily banished, for scarcely had the watcher seen it than
it was gone.
Her eyes still shone upon the ground, and still she prolonged the
bittersweet delight at seeing this humiliation of both soul and body
by asking the one question whose reply would complete her sad success.
"Gilbert, do you believe I love you still?"
"I know it! Can I not read the signs that proved it to me once? Can
I forget that, though you followed me to pity and despise, you have
remained to pardon and befriend? Am I not sure that no other power
could work the change you have wrought in me? I was learning to be
content with slavery, and slowly sinking into that indolence of will
which makes submission easy. I was learning to forget you, and be
resigned to hold the shadow when the substance was gone, but you came,
and with a look undid my work, with a word destroyed my hard-won peace,
with a touch roused the passion which was not dead but sleeping, and
have made this month of growing certainty to be the sweetest in my
life—for I believed all lost, and you showed me that all was won.
Surely that smile is propitious! and I may hope to hear the happy
confirmation of my faith from lips that were formed to say 'I love!'
She looked up then, and her eyes burned on him, with an expression
which made his heart leap with expectant joy, as over cheek and
forehead spread a glow of womanly emotion too genuine to be feigned,
and her voice thrilled with the fervor of that sentiment which blesses
life and outlives death.
"Yes, I love; not as of old, with a girl's blind infatuation, but
with the warmth and wisdom of heart, mind, and soul—love made up of
honor, penitence and trust, nourished in secret by the better self
which lingers in the most tried and tempted of us, and now ready to
blossom and bear fruit, if God so wills. I have been once deceived,
but faith still endures, and I believe that I may yet earn this
crowning gift of a woman's life for the man who shall make my happiness
as I make his—who shall find me the prouder for past coldness, the
humbler for past pride—whose life shall pass serenely loving. And
that beloved is—my husband."
If she had lifted her white hand and stabbed him, with that smile
upon her face, it would not have shocked him with a more pale dismay
than did those two words as Pauline shook him off and rose up,
beautiful and stern as an avenging angel. Dumb with an amazement too
fathomless for words, he knelt there motionless and aghast. She did
not speak. And, passing his hand across his eyes as if he felt himself
the prey to some delusion, he rose slowly, asking, half incredulously,
half imploringly, "Pauline, this is a jest?"
"To me it is; to you—a bitter earnest."
A dim foreboding of the truth fell on him then, and with it a
strange sense of fear; for in this apparition of human judgment he
seemed to receive a premonition of the divine. With a sudden.gesture of
something like entreaty, he cried out, as if his fate lay in her hands,
"How will it end? how will it end?"
"As it began—in sorrow, shame and loss."
Then, in words that fell hot and heavy on the sore heart made
desolate, she poured out the dark history of the wrong and the
atonement wrung from him with such pitiless patience and inexorable
will. No hard fact remained unrecorded, no subtle act unveiled, no hint
of her bright future unspared to deepen the gloom of his. And when the
final word of doom died upon the lips that should have awarded pardon,
not punishinent, Pauline tore away the last gift he had given, and
dropping it to the rocky path, set her foot upon it, as if it were the
scarlet badge of her subjection to the evil spirit which had haunted
her so long, now cast out and crushed forever.
Gilbert had listened with a slowly gathering despair, which
deepened to the blind recklessness that comes to those whose passions
are their masters, when some blow smites but cannot subdue.
Pale to his very lips, with the still white wrath, so much more
terrible to witness than the fiercest ebullition of the ire that
flames and feeds like a sudden fire, he waited till she ended, then
used the one retaliation she had left him. His hand went to his
breast, a tattered glove flashed white against the cliff as he held it
up before her, saying, in a voice that rose gradually till the last
words sounded clear above the waterfall's wild song:
"It was well and womanly done, Pauline, and I could wish Manuel a
happy life with such a tender, frank, and noble wife; but the future
which you paint so well never shall be his. For, by the Lord that
hears me! I swear I will end this jest of yours in a more bitter
earnest than you prophesied. Look; I have worn this since the night
you began the conflict, which has ended in defeat to me, as it shall
to you. I do not war with women, but you shall have one man's blood
upon your soul, for I will goad that tame boy to rebellion by flinging
this in his face and taunting him with a perfidy blacker than my own.
Will that rouse him to forget your commands and answer like a man?"
The word rang through the air sharp and short as a pistol shot, a
slender brown hand wrenched the glove away, and Manuel came between
them. Wild with fear, Mrs. Redmond clung to him.
Pauline sprang before him, and for a moment the two faced each
other, with a year's smoldering jealousy and hate blazing in fiery
eyes, trembling in clenched hands, and surging through set teeth in
"This is the gentleman who gambles his friend to desperation, and
skulks behind a woman, like the coward he is," sneered Gilbert.
"Traitor and swindler, you lie!" shouted Manuel, and, flinging his
wife behind him, he sent the glove, with a stinging blow, full in his
Then the wild beast that lurks in every strong man's blood leaped
up in Gilbert Redmond's, as, with a single gesture of his sinewy right
arm he swept Manuel to the verge of the narrow ledge, saw him hang
poised there one awful instant, struggling to save the living weight
that weighed him down, heard a heavy plunge into the black pool below,
and felt that thrill of horrible delight which comes to murderers
So swift and sure had been the act it left no time for help. A
rush, a plunge, a pause, and then two figures stood where four had
been—a man and woman staring dumbly at each other, appalled at the
dread silence that made high noon more ghostly than the deepest night.
And with that moment of impotent horror, remorse, and woe, Pauline's
long punishment began.