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A CASTLE IN SPAIN
By JAMES DE MILLE
AUTHOR OF "CORD AND CREESE" "THE CRYPTOGRAM" "THE DODGE CLUB"
"THE LIVING LINK" "THE AMERICAN BARON" ETC.
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NEW YORK
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Copyright, 1878, by James De Mille. Copyright, 1883, by Harper &
Brothers.
A CASTLE IN SPAIN.
CHAPTER I.
HOW A PARTY OF TRAVELLERS SET OUT ON A JOURNEY.
The train for the North was about to start from Madrid, and the
station was filled with the usual varied and bustling crowd. Throngs
of soldiers were there; throngs of priests; throngs of civilians;
throngs of peasants; all moving to and fro, intermingled with the
railway employes, and showing the power of steam to stir up even the
lazy Spaniard to unwonted punctuality and portentous activity. In the
midst of this busy scene two men stood apart, each by himself, with
eyes fixed upon the entrance, as though expecting some one whose
advent was of no ordinary importance. One of these was an
unmistakable Spaniard, of medium size, dark complexion, penetrating
black eyes, and sombre countenance. His dress was that of a civilian,
but his bearing was military, and his face and general expression
savored of the camp. The other was an Englishman, with all his
country beaming in his face, tall in stature, light in complexion,
with gray eyes, and open, frank expression. He had a thin mustache,
flaxen side whiskers, and no beard. He stood in an easy, nonchalant
attitude, with an eye-glass stuck in one eye, and a light cane in his
hand, which he switched carelessly upon his leg.
At length the two were roused by the approach of a party of people
who were undoubtedly the very ones for whom they had been thus
waiting.
This party consisted of three persons. First, there was an elderly
man, florid, stoutish, and fussy--the Paterfamilias of Punch, with a
dash of the heavy father of comedy. He was evidently in a terrible
strait, and halting between two opinions, namely, whether he should
stay and watch over his family, or go away and see after his luggage.
Then there was a lady of certain or uncertain age--a faded,
washed-out blonde, who surveyed the scene with a mixture of
trepidation and caution.
Neither of these, however, could have had any interest in the eyes of
the two watchers; and it must have been the third member of this
party who had led them to lie in wait.
In truth, this third one seemed well worthy of such attention. She
was a young lady, of slight and elegant figure; with a sweet and
lovely face, round, arch, full of liveliness, merriment, and
volatility, which were expressed in every glance of her sparkling
eyes. And while the man fidgeted and the woman fussed, this young
person stood with admirable self-possession, looking round
inquiringly, as though she too might be expecting some one.
Paterfamilias hesitated a little longer, and then made up his mind,
for, telling the ladies to wait, he hurried away after his luggage.
No sooner had he gone than the two young men, who had held back till
then, hurried to the spot. The Englishman reached it first. The elder
lady, on seeing him, stared for an instant, and then abruptly turned
her back, thus giving him the cut direct in the most pointed and
insulting manner. In thus turning she found herself face to face with
the Spaniard, who made a very ceremonious bow, saying,
"It gif me mooch pleasure, Madame Russell, to pay my respetts, an' to
weesh the good-day."
At this the lady hesitated, as though intending to give this man also
the cut, but finally she chose to be gracious; so extending her hand,
she said,
"Thanks, Captain Lopez, I'm glad to see you, for Mr. Russell has left
us, and I'm a little frightened in this crowd."
"Oh, then," said Lopez, "I hope to haf the honnaire to codut you to
the carriage, and to say the adios."
"Oh, thanks," said Mrs. Russell, "I shall really feel very much
obliged."
Now the Englishman had scarcely seemed to notice the insult of Mrs.
Russell; for, brushing past her, he had instantly advanced toward the
young lady aforesaid, and seized her hand with a quick, strong,
hungry grasp. And the young lady aforesaid, whose eyes had been fixed
on him as he advanced, grasped his hand also, while a flush passed
over her lovely face, and her eyes rested upon him with a look which
might well thrill through and through the favored recipient of such a
glance.
"Why, Mr. Ashby!" said she, in innocent surprise--"you here?"
"Katie," said Ashby, in a tremulous voice--"little darling," he
continued, in a lower tone--"didn't you know that I'd be here?"
"Well, I should have felt disappointed," said Katie, softly, "if you
had not been here."
At this moment Mrs. Russell turned, and said, sharply,
"Come, Katie."
"All right," said Ashby, coolly; "I'll see Miss Westlotorn on board
the train."
Mrs. Russell looked vexed.
"Katie," said she, "I wish you to stay by me."
"Oh yes, auntie dearest," said Katie, with her usual self-possession;
"of course I shall."
But she made not the slightest movement to leave Ashby, and this
annoyed Mrs. Russell all the more. She looked all around, as though
for help. The Spaniard's eyes were all ablaze with wrath and
jealousy.
"Madame Russell," said he, in an eager voice, "commanda me, I beg, I
shall help."
These words were plainly audible to Ashby, who, however, only smiled.
"Madame," said Lopez, still more eagerly, "commanda me. Shall I
condut the mees?"
For a moment Mrs. Russell seemed inclined to accept the proffered
aid, but it was only for a moment. The good lady was timid. She
dreaded a scene. A quarrel in so public a place between these two
jealous and hot-headed youths would be too terrible, so she at once
gave way.
"Oh no, no," she said, hurriedly. "Thanks, Captain Lopez, I think I
shall ask you to conduct me to our carriage. Mr. Russell will be with
us immediately."
Upon this Lopez offered his arm, which Mrs. Russell took, and they
both went off. Ashby followed slowly with Katie.
"Katie," said he, after a pause, "I'm going too."
"What!" said Katie, in a joyous voice, "in this train?"
"Yes, along with you."
"How perfectly lovely!" said Katie--which expression showed that
these two were on very good terms with one another.
"But then, you know," she resumed, "Mr. Russell has the carriage for
us only."
"Oh, well, it's all the same," said Ashby. "I'm going on in the same
train. That will be happiness enough. But see here," he added, in a
hurried voice, "take this letter;" and with this he slipped a letter
into her hand, which she instantly concealed in her pocket. "I'll see
you to-night at Burgos," he continued, in a low tone, "and then at
Biarritz or Bayonne. I have friends in both places. You must do what
I ask you. You must be mine. You must, darling. Don't mind these
confounded Russells. They're nothing to you compared with me. Russell
has no right to interfere. He's not your uncle, he's only a miserable
guardian; and he's a contemptible scoundrel too, and I told him so to
his face. He's planning to get you to marry that cad of a son of his.
But read my letter. Make up your mind to-day, darling. I'll see you
tonight at Burgos."
Ashby poured forth this in a quiet, low, earnest voice as they
traversed the short space that lay between them and the cars, while
Katie listened in silence. Meanwhile the others had reached a
carriage, which Mrs. Russell entered: Lopez immediately followed.
"Oh, look!" cried Katie; "Captain Lopez has gone into our carriage.
He must be going to travel with us."
"The infernal sneak!" growled Ashby. "But then," he continued,
"what's the use of that? He can't go. Why, old Russell hates him
worse than me."
At this moment Mrs. Russell put forth her head.
"Katie!" she called, in a thin, shrill voice.
"Yes, auntie dear," said Katie.
"In a moment," chimed in Ashby.
[Illustration: Delores.]
"Perhaps I'd better go," said Katie; "she's so horrid, you know."
"Then," said Ashby, "good-bye for the present, my own darling."
Saying this, he took her in his arms and deliberately kissed her two
or three times. Katie then darted away and entered the carriage, to
find Mrs. Russell speechless with indignation.
The moment Katie had gone, up came Russell in a fury.
"Look here, sir!" he cried, shaking his fist at Ashby. "I say, sir!
Look here, sir! You scoundrel! Didn't I tell you--"
"And look here, you!" said Ashby, in a stern voice, laying his hand
heavily on the other's shoulder, "none of this insolence, my good
man, or I shall have to teach you better manners. You know perfectly
well that Katie is engaged to me, and that I mean to make her my
wife."
"You shall never!" cried Russell, passionately; "never--never!"
"Pooh!" exclaimed Ashby, contemptuously.
"I'm her guardian," said Russell.
"That may be," said Ashby, calmly, "but only for a few months longer.
I can wait. Don't be alarmed."
"You shall never marry her!"
"Pooh, my good man! attend to your luggage."
Muttering inarticulate threats, mingled with curses, Russell now
stamped off, and entered the carriage. Here he found Lopez. At the
sight of this man his fury burst all bounds. With Ashby he had felt
under some restraint; but with Lopez there was nothing of the kind,
and he ordered him out in the most insulting manner.
Lopez, however, refused to stir, telling him that Madame Russell had
given him permission to remain.
"Madame Russell be hanged!" roared the other. "You get out of this,
or else I'll kick you out!"
"No, senor," said Lopez, coolly, "I advisa you not to try violencia."
For a moment Russell measured him from head to foot; but the sight of
the sinewy young Spaniard did not reassure him. His own muscles were
somewhat flabby, and by no means fit for a struggle with this
vigorous youth.
So he chose another and a safer mode. He sprang out and began to bawl
loudly for the guard. But, very unfortunately, Russell could not
speak a word of Spanish, and when the guard came up he could not
explain himself. And so Russell, after all, might have had to travel
with his unwelcome companion had not an unexpected ally appeared upon
the scene. This was Ashby, who had been standing by, and had
comprehended the whole situation. Now Ashby could speak Spanish like
a native.
"See here, Russell," said he, "I don't mind giving you a lift. What's
the row?"
Russell hesitated for a moment, but his rage against Lopez had quite
swallowed up his anger at Ashby, and he accepted the aid of the
latter. So he went on to explain what Ashby very well knew--the
situation in the carriage. Ashby thereupon explained to the guard.
The guard then ordered Lopez out. At which summons the gallant
captain thought fit to beat a retreat, which he effected in good
order, drums beating and colors flying, and with many expressions of
polite regret to the ladies and many wishes for a pleasant journey.
Arriving outside, however, our noble hidalgo found the blast of war
blowing, and so he at once proceeded to stiffen his sinews and summon
up his blood. Taking no notice of Russell, he advanced to Ashby.
"Senor," said he, in Spanish, "for the part that you have taken in
this matter I will call you to account."
Ashby smiled disdainfully.
"You have insulted me," said Lopez, fiercely. "This insult must be
washed out in blood--your heart's-blood or mine. I am going in this
train."
"Indeed! So am I," said Ashby.
"We shall find a place--and a time."
"Whenever you please," said the other, shortly.
"Senor, I will communicate with you."
Both the young men bowed, and with their hearts full of hate they
separated to take their places in the train.
And now at this particular juncture there came forth from behind a
pillar a female figure, which figure had been there for some time,
and had closely watched the whole of Ashby's proceedings from
beginning to end. It was impossible to see her face, but her graceful
shape, and quiet, active movements, indicated youth, and suggested
possible beauty. This figure hastened toward the train, and entered
the very carriage into which Ashby had gone.
The next moment the guard banged the door to behind her, the great
bell rang, the engine puffed and snorted, and then, with the roar of
steam, the clank of machinery, and the rumble of many wheels, the
long train thundered out of the station on its eventful journey to
the North.