TEMPTATION.
"That Bill Martin is a desperate ruffian," said Mr. Carlos to me one
morning, after we were returning to the Hall through the park. I had
been watching in the preserves all night, but nothing had transpired,
beyond the discovery of the bowie-knife, that could lead to the
detection of the marauders. "I have no doubt that he and his gang are
the party concerned in these nightly depredations; but we want
sufficient proof for their apprehension."
"Give Martin rope enough, and he'll hang himself," I replied. "He is
fierce and courageous, but boastful and foolhardy. In order to astonish
his companions, he'll commit some daring outrage, and betray himself. I
will relax a little from our vigilance, to give him more confidence, and
put him off his guard. It won't be long, depend upon it, before we have
him safely lodged in ----gaol."
"Noah, my boy, you are a trump!" cried the Squire, throwing his arm
familiarly across my shoulder. "It's a pity such talents as you possess
should be wasted in watching hares and partridges."
I felt my heart heat, and my cheeks glow, and I thought of Miss Ella.
"Was he going," I asked myself, "to place me in a more respectable
situation?"
But no; the generous fit passed away, and he broke into a hearty laugh.
"D----e, Noah, I had half a mind to buy a commission for you, and make a
soldier of you. But you had better remain as you are. That confounded
name of Noah Cotton would spoil all. Who ever heard of a gentleman
bearing such a cognomen? It is worse than Lord Byronis."
"Amas Cottle, Phoebus, what a name! What could tempt your mother to call
you after the old patriarchal navigator! Ha! ha! it was a queer dodge."
"It was my father's name," said I, reddening; for, besides being
bitterly mortified and disappointed, I by no means relished the joke;
"and my father, though poor, was an honest man!"
"Both cases _rather_ doubtful," said the Squire, laughing to himself.
Then, slapping me pretty sharply on the shoulder, he said,--"And what,
my lad, do you know of your father?"
"Nothing, personally; to the best of my knowledge I never saw him; but
my mother has told me a good deal about him."
"Humph!" said Mr. Carlos. "Did she tell you how much she was attached
to Mister Noah Cotton, and how grieved she was to part with such a
tender, loving spouse?"
"Sir, Mr. Carlos,--do you mean to insult me by speaking in this jeering
way of my parents?"
"Not in the least, Noah; so don't look at me with that fierce black eye,
as if you took me for a hare or a pheasant, or, worse than either, for
Bill Martin. _You_ ought to know that I am your friend,--have been your
friend from a child; and if you continue to conduct yourself as you have
done, will befriend you for life."
I looked, I am sure, very foolish, for I felt his words rankling in my
heart; and, though I affected to laugh, I strode on by his side in
silence; the chain of obligations he had wound around me, and my
dependence upon him, tightening about me, and galling me at every step.
He certainly saw that I was offended, for, stopping at the gate which
led from the park to the Hall-gardens, where our roads separated, he
said, rather abruptly,--
"You are angry with me, Noah?"
"With you, sir?--that would be folly."
"It would, indeed. I see you can't bear a joke."
"Not very well."
"You don't take after your father, then, for he loves a joke dearly."
"Is my father alive?" I cried, eagerly.
"Of course he is."
"My mother don't know this."
"As well as I know it. Women have all their secrets. They don't tell us
all they know. One of these days you'll hear more about this mysterious
father, depend upon it."
I longed to ask him all he knew upon the subject, but we were not on
terms of familiarity to warrant such a liberty. He was my master, and it
was his part to speak--mine to listen. Presently he turned the subject
into another channel altogether.
"By-the-by, Noah," said he, "I am going to-day to ----. I have a large
sum of money to receive from my lawyer,--the payment for Crawford's
farm, which I sold a few months ago. The land was bad, and I was offered
a good price for it,--more, indeed, than I thought it was worth. Horner
advised me to sell, and I sold it accordingly. It may be late when I
return to-morrow night, which I shall do by the F---- coach. It will put
me down on the other side of the park, and I shall have to walk home by
the plantations, and through the great avenue; and, though the distance
is but a mile, to tell you the truth, I should not like to meet Bill
Martin and his gang, after nightfall, in such a lonely place, especially
with a large sum of money on my person,--at least from 500_l._ to
1,000_l._ I wish you would bring your gun, and wait for the coming up of
the coach, at the second gate, which leads into that lonely plantation.
It will be in by ten o'clock."
"That I will, with the greatest pleasure," I cried, and all my petty
resentment vanished. "I am not afraid of twenty Bill Martins. I only
wish I may have the luck to meet with him."
"I shall feel perfectly safe with you, Noah. But--hallo! I forgot, is
not to-morrow the great cricket-match at S----? and you must be there."
"It is," said I; "but there is no positive necessity for my being there.
It is a good thing to be missed sometimes. They'll know the value of a
good player another time."
"You are their best hand?"
"Yes; I know _that_, and they know it too. However, for this time they
must try and win the match without me. Good morning, Mr. Carlos, I will
not fail to meet you as you desire."
He entered the magnificent lawn which spread in front of his noble
residence, and I, whistling the tune of a hunting-song, turned my steps
through the plantations towards home.
God knows! at that moment I had not the most distant idea of raising my
hand against his life.
I walked on, or rather sauntered, for the weather was excessively warm
for September, in a sort of dreamy state. The thought uppermost in my
mind was a vague wish to know how much money Mr. Carlos expected to
receive for the sale of Crawford's farm.
The land was not very good; but the house and barns were commodious, and
in excellent repair. It was honestly worth L4,000. Will he receive this
large sum in one payment--or will it be by instalments of eight hundred
or a thousand pounds? The latter supposition was the most probable. "He
is foolish," I continued, pursuing my train of thought, "to travel with
a sum like that in his pocket, and by a common conveyance too. It is
tempting providence. But he is a rash man, who never listens to any
advice. He will be murdered one of these days if he does not take care."
A thousand pounds is an immense sum in the estimation of a poor man. The
busy fiend whispered in my ear, "How much could be done with that sum if
you could only command it! It would buy a commission in the army, and
make a gentleman of you at once." But then "people would suspect how I
came by it."
"It would enable you to emigrate to America or Australia; and become the
purchaser of a tract of land, that might make your fortune."
"Yes! and then I would drop the odious name of Noah Cotton, return with
a fine coat, and a noble alias, and seek out and marry my adored Ella
Carlos."
After indulging for some time in this species of castle-building, I
began seriously to consider whether it would be such a difficult matter
to obtain the money, and realize the latter of these dreams.
I did not wish to inflict any personal injury on Mr. Carlos, who had
always been very kind to me and my mother; yet he was a person for whom
I felt little respect, and I often reproached myself for my want of
gratitude to our mutual benefactor.
He had a fine person, and a frank generous bearing, but his manners were
coarse and familiar, and his language immoral, and beneath the dignity
of a gentleman. I had frequently seen him intoxicated; and while in that
state I had often assisted him from his carriage, and guided his
tottering steps up the broad stone steps that led to his mansion.
I had often remarked to my mother, when such an event had filled me with
deep disgust, "Had Mr. Carlos been a poor man, he would have been a
great blackguard."
And she would grow very red and angry--more so than I thought the
occasion required, and say, "My son, it is not for the like of us to
censure the conduct of our betters. It is very unbecoming, especially in
you, on whom the Squire has conferred so many favours. You ought to shut
your eyes and ears, and tell to no one what you see and hear."
I did neither the one nor the other. I was keenly alive to the low
pursuits of my superior, whom I only considered as such, as far as his
rank and wealth were concerned, for hitherto I had led a more moral life
than he had. I neither gambled, nor drank, nor swore; had never seduced
a poor girl to her ruin, and then boasted of my guilt. If the truth must
be spoken, I regarded the Squire with feelings of indifference, which
amounted almost to contempt, which all sense of past obligations could
not overcome.
Oh, if these spoilt children of fortune did but know the light in which
such deeds are regarded by the poor, and the evils which arise from
their bad example, they would either strive to deserve their respect, or
at least strive to keep their immoralities out of sight!
It is, perhaps, no excuse for my crime to say, that had Mr. Carlos been
a good man, I should never have been a bad one, or have been tempted
under any circumstances to have taken his life; yet I do feel certain,
that if that had been the case, he would have been safe, and I had never
fallen. I should have tried to show my gratitude to him, by deserving
his esteem; as it was, I felt that his good opinion of me was of little
worth, that he could not prize good qualities in me to which he was
himself a stranger. The only tie which bound me to him was one of
self-interest. He paid me well, and for the sake of that pay, I had up
to this period been a faithful, diligent servant.
But what has all this to do with my temptation and fall? Much, oh, how
much; the conviction of the worthlessness of my master's character, and
the little loss his death would be to the community at large, drowned
all remorseful feelings on his behalf, and hastened me far on the road
to crime.
After having once indulged the idea that I could easily rob him, and
make myself master of the property he had on his person, I could not
again banish it from my mind. I quickened my pace, and recommenced
whistling a gay tune; but the stave suddenly ceased, and in fancy I was
confronting Mr. Carlos by that lonely avenue-gate. I rubbed my eyes to
shut out the horrid vision, and began slashing the thistles which grew
by the roadside, with my cane. Then I thought I saw him pale, and
weltering in his blood, at my feet; and I heard Bill Martin's fiendish
laugh and his prophecy respecting the gallows.
I stopped in the middle of the road, and looked hard at the dust. What a
terrible idea had that one thought of Bill Martin's conjured up. The
opportunity to gratify my long-treasured hatred--to avenge myself on my
enemy, was within my grasp!
That knife--I walked quickly on--I nearly ran, driven forward by the
excitement under which I laboured. Yes--that knife, with his name upon
the handle. If the deed were done adroitly, and with that knife, and I
could but contrive to send him to the spot a few minutes after the
murder had been committed, he would be the convicted felon, I the
possessor of wealth that might ultimately pave the way to fortune.
I was now near the village, and I saw a bosom friend of Martin's, with a
suspicious-looking dog lounging at his heels. I knew that anything said
to Adam Hows, would be sure to be retailed to his comrades, for with
Bill Martin I never held the least communication.