CLAUDIA.
But she in those fond feelings had no share;
Her sighs were not for him; to her he was
Even as a brother; but no more; 'twas much,
For brotherless she was save in the name
Her girlish friendship had bestowed on him;
Herself the solitary scion left
Of a time-honored race.
--_Byron's Dream_.
Ishmael applied himself diligently to active outdoor work during the
morning and to study during the evening hours.
Thus several days passed. Nothing was heard from Sam, the carriage, or
the judge.
Reuben Gray expressed great anxiety--not upon account of the judge, or
Miss Merlin, who, he averred, were both capable of taking care of
themselves and each other, but on account of Sam and his valuable charge
that he feared had in some way or other come to harm.
Ishmael tried to reassure him by declaring his own opinion that all was
right, and that Sam was only waiting at Baymouth for the arrival of his
master.
Reuben Gray only shook his head and predicted all sorts of misfortunes.
But Ishmael's supposition was proved to be correct, when late Wednesday
night, or rather--for it was after midnight--early Thursday morning, the
unusual sound of carriage wheels passing the road before the cottage
waked up all its inmates, and announced to them the arrival of the judge
and his daughter.
Reuben Gray started up and hurried on his clothes.
Ishmael sprang out of bed and looked forth from the window. But the
carriage without pausing for a moment rolled on its way to Tanglewood
House.
The startled sleepers finding their services not required returned to
bed again.
Early that morning, while the family were at the breakfast table, Sam
made his appearance and formally announced the arrival of the judge and
Miss Merlin at Tanglewood.
"How long did you have to wait for them at Baymouth?" inquired Reuben
Gray.
"Not a hour, sar. I arrove about sunrise at the 'Planter's,' just the
'Powhatan' was a steaming up to the wharf; and so I druv on to the wharf
to see if de judge and his darter was aboard, and sure nuff dere dey
was! And mightily 'stonished was dey to see me and de carriage and de
horses; and mightily pleased, too. So de judge he put his darter inter
de inside, while I piled on de luggage a-hind and a-top; and so we goes
back to de 'Planters,'" said Sam.
"But what kept you so long at Baymouth?"
"Why, law bless you, de judge, he had wisits to pay in de neighborhood;
and having of me an' de carriage dere made it all de more convenienter.
O' Monday we went over to a place called de Burrow, and dined long of
one Marse Commodore Burghe; and o' Tuesday we went and dined at
Brudenell Hall with young Mr. Herman Brudenell."
At this name Hannah started and turned pale; but almost immediately
recovered her composure.
Sam continued:
"And o' Wednesday, that is yesterday morning airly, we started for home.
We laid by during the heat of the day at Horse-head, and started again
late in de arternoon; dat made it one o'clock when we arrove at home
last night, or leastways this morning."
"Well, and what brought you down here? Has the judge sent any messages
to me?"
"Yes, he have; he want you to come right up to de house and fetch de
farm books, so he can see how the 'counts stands."
"Very well; they're all right!" said Reuben confidently, as he arose
from the table, put on his hat, took two account-books from the shelf,
and went out followed by Sam.
Ishmael as usual went into the garden to work, and tried to keep his
thoughts from dwelling upon Claudia.
At dinner-time Gray returned, and Ishmael met him at the table. And Gray
could talk of nothing but the improvement, beauty, and the grace of Miss
Merlin.
"She is just too beautiful for this world, Hannah," he concluded, after
having exhausted all his powers of description upon his subject.
After dinner Ishmael went upstairs to his books, and Hannah took
advantage of his absence to say to Gray:
"Reuben, I wish you would never mention Miss Claudia Merlin's name
before Ishmael."
"Law! why?" inquired Gray.
"Because I want him to forget her."
"But why so?"
"Oh, Reuben, how dull you are! Well, if I must tell you, he likes her."
"Well, so do I! and so do everyone!" said honest Reuben.
"But he likes her too well! he loves her, Reuben!"
"What! Ishmael love Judge Merlin's daughter! L-a-w! Why I should as soon
think of falling in love with a royal princess!" exclaimed the honest
man, in extreme astonishment.
"Reuben, hush! I hate to speak of it; but it is true. Pray, never let
him know that we even suspect the truth; and be careful not to mention
her name in his presence. I can see that he is struggling to conquer his
feelings; but he can never do it while you continue to ding her name
into his ears foreverlasting."
"I'll be mum! Ishmael in love with Miss Merlin! I should as soon
suspicion him of being in love with the Queen of Spain! Good gracious!
how angry she'd be if she knew it."
After this conversation Reuben Gray was very careful to avoid all
mention of Claudia Merlin in the hearing of Ishmael.
The month of August was drawing to a close. Ishmael had not once set
eyes on Claudia, though he had chanced to see the judge on horseback at
a distance several times. Ishmael busied himself in seeking out a room
in the neighborhood, in which to open a school on the first of
September. He had not as yet succeeded in his object, when one day an
accident occurred that, as he used it, had a signal effect on his future
life.
It was a rather cool morning in the latter part of August when he, after
spending an hour or two of work in the garden, dressed himself in his
best clothes and set off to walk to Rushy Shore farm, where he heard
there was a small schoolhouse ready furnished with rough benches and
desks, to be had at low rent. His road lay along the high banks of the
river, above the sands. He had gone about a mile on his way when he
heard the sound of carriage wheels behind him, and in a few minutes
caught a glimpse of an open barouche, drawn by a pair of fine, spirited
gray horses, as it flashed by him. Quickly as the carriage passed, he
recognized in the distinguished looking young lady seated within
it--Claudia!--recognized her with an electric shock that thrilled his
whole being, paralyzed him where he stood and bound him to the spot! He
gazed after the flying vehicle until it vanished from his sight. Then he
sank down where he stood and covered his face with his hands and strove
to calm the rising emotion that swelled his bosom. It was minutes before
he recovered self-possession enough to arise and go on his way.
In due time he reached the farm--Rushy Shore--where the schoolhouse was
for rent. It was a plain little log house close to the river side and
shaded by cedars. It had been built for the use of a poor country master
who had worn out his life in teaching for small pay the humbler class of
country children. He rested from his earthly labors, and the school was
without a teacher. Ishmael saw only the overseer of the farm, who
informed him that he had authority to let the schoolroom only until
Christmas, as the whole estate had just been sold and the new owner was
to take possession at the new year.
"Who is the new owner?" inquired Ishmael.
"Well, sir, his name is Middleton--Mr. James Middleton, from St. Mary's
County: though I think I did hear as he was first of all from Virginia."
"Mr. Middleton! Mr. James Middleton!" exclaimed Ishmael, catching his
breath for joy.
"Yes, sir; that is the gentleman; did you happen to know him?"
"Yes: intimately; he is one of the best and most honored friends I have
in the world!" said Ishmael warmly.
"Then, sir, maybe he wouldn't be for turning you out of the schoolhouse
even when the time we can let it for is up?"
"No, I don't think he would," said Ishmael, smiling, as he took his
leave and started on his return. He walked rapidly on his way homeward,
thinking of the strange destiny that threw him again among the friends
of his childhood, when he was startled by a sound as of the sudden rush
of wheels. He raised his head and beheld a fearful sight! Plunging madly
towards the brink of the high bank were the horses of Claudia's
returning carriage. The coachman had dropped the reins, which were
trailing on the ground, sprung from his seat and was left some distance
behind. Claudia retained hers, holding by the sides of the carriage; but
her face was white as marble; her eyes were starting from their sockets;
her teeth were firmly set; her lips drawn back; her hat lost and her
black hair streaming behind her! On rushed the maddened beasts towards
the brink of the precipice! another moment, and they would have dashed
down into certain destruction!
Ishmael saw and hurled himself furiously forward between the rushing
horses and the edge of the precipice, seizing the reins as the horses
dashed up to him, and threw all his strength into the effort to turn
them aside from their fate.
He did turn them from the brink of destruction, but alas! alas! as they
were suddenly and violently whirled around they threw him down and
passed, dragging the carriage with them, over his prostrate body!
At the same moment some fishermen on the sands below, who had seen the
impending catastrophe, rushed up the bank, headed the maddened horses
and succeeded in stopping them.
Then Miss Merlin jumped from the carriage, and ran to the side of
Ishmael.
In that instant of deadly peril she had recognized him; but all had
passed so instantaneously that she had not had time to speak, scarcely
to breathe.
Now she kneeled by his side and raised his head. He was mangled,
bleeding, pallid, and insensible.
"Oh, for the love of God, leave those horses and come here, men! Come
instantly!" cried Claudia, who with trembling hands was seeking on the
boy's face and bosom for some signs of life.
Two of the men remained with the horses, but three rushed to the side of
the young lady.
"Oh, Heaven! he is crushed to death, I fear! He was trampled down by the
horses, and the whole carriage seemed to have passed over him! Oh, tell
me! tell me! is he killed? is he quite, quite dead?" cried Claudia
breathlessly, wringing her hands in anguish, as she arose from her
kneeling posture to make room for the man.
The three got down beside him and began to examine his condition.
"Is he dead? Oh! is he dead?" cried Claudia.
"It's impossible to tell, miss," answered one of the men, who had his
hand on Ishmael's wrist; "but he haint got no pulse."
"And his leg is broken, to begin with," said another, who was busy
feeling the poor fellow's limbs.
"And I think his ribs be broken, too," added the third man, who had his
hand in the boy's bosom.
With a piercing scream Claudia threw herself down on the ground, bent
over the fallen body, raised the poor, ghastly head in her arms,
supported it on her bosom, snatched a vial of aromatic vinegar from her
pocket, and began hastily to bathe the blanched face; her tears falling
fast as she cried:
"He must not die! Oh, he shall not die! Oh, God have mercy on me, and
spare his life! Oh, Saviour of the world, save him! Sweet angels in
heaven, come to his aid! Oh, Ishmael, my brother! my treasure! my own,
dear boy, do not die! Better I had died than you! Come back! come back
to me, my own! my beautiful boy, come back to me! You are mine!"
Her tears fell like rain; and utterly careless of the eyes gazing in
wonder upon her, she covered his cold, white face with kisses.
Those warm tears, those thrilling kisses, falling on his lifeless, face,
might have called back the boy's spirit, had it been waiting at the
gates of heaven!
To Claudia's unutterable joy his sensitive features quivered, his pale
cheeks flushed, his large, blue eyes opened, and with a smile of
ineffable satisfaction he recognized the face that was bending over him.
Then the pallid lips trembled and unclosed with the faintly uttered
inquiry:
"You are safe, Miss Merlin?"
"Quite safe, my own dear boy! but oh! at what a cost to you!" she
answered impulsively and fervently.
He closed his eyes, and while that look of ineffable bliss deepened on
his face, he murmured some faint words that she stooped to catch:
"I am so happy--so happy--I could wish to die now!" he breathed.
"But you shall not die, dear Ishmael! God heard my cry and sent you back
to me! You shall live!"
Then turning to the gaping men, she said:
"Raise him gently, and lay him in the barouche. Stop a moment!--I will
get in first and arrange the cushions for him."
And with that she tenderly laid the boy's head back upon the ground, and
entered the carriage, and with her own hands took all the cushions from
the tops of the seats, and arranged them so as to make a level bed for
the hurt boy. Then she placed herself in the back seat, and, as they
lifted him into the carriage, she took his head and shoulders and
supported them upon her lap.
But Ishmael had fainted from the pain of being moved. And oh! what a
mangled form he seemed, as she held him in her arms upon her bosom,
while his broken limbs lay out upon the pile of cushions.
"One of you two now take the horses by the head, and lead them slowly,
by the river road, towards Tanglewood House. It is the longest road, but
the smoothest," said Miss Merlin.
Two of the men started to obey this order, saying that it might take
more than one to manage the horses if they should grow restive again.
"That is very true; besides, you can relieve each other in leading the
horses. And now one of the others must run directly to the house of the
Overseer Gray, and tell him what has happened, and direct him to ride
off immediately to Shelton and fetch Dr. Jarvis to Tanglewood."
All three of the remaining men started off zealously upon this errand.
Meanwhile Sam, the craven coachman, came up with a crestfallen air to
the side of the carriage, whimpering:
"Miss Claudia, I hope nobody was dangerous hurt?"
"Nobody dangerously hurt? Ishmael Worth is killed for aught I know! Keep
out of my way, you cowardly villain!" exclaimed Claudia angrily, for you
know the heiress was no angel.
"'Deed and 'deed, Miss Claudia, I didn't know what I was a-doing of no
more than the dead when I jumped out'n the b'rouche! 'Clare to my
Marster in heben I didn't!" whined Sam.
"Perhaps not; but keep out of my way!" repeated Claudia, with her eyes
kindling. .
"But please, miss, mayn't I drive you home now?"
"What? after nearly breaking my neck, which was saved only at the cost
of this poor boy's life, perhaps?"
"Please, Miss Claudia, I'll be careful another time--"
"Careful of your own life!"
"Please, miss, let me drive you home this once."
"Not to save your soul!"
"But what'll ole Marse say?" cried Sam, in utter dismay.
"That is your affair. I advise you to keep out of his way also! Begone
from my sight! Go on, men!" finally ordered Miss Merlin.
Sam, more ashamed of himself than ever, slunk away.
And the fishermen started to lead the horses and carriage towards
Tanglewood.
Meanwhile the messengers dispatched by Claudia hurried on towards Reuben
Gray's cottage. But before they got in sight of the house they came full
upon Reuben, who was mounted on his white cob, and riding as if for a
wager.
"Hey! hallo! stop!" cried the foremost man, throwing up his arms before
the horse, which immediately started and shied.
"Hush, can't ye! Don't stop me now! I'm in a desp'at hurry! I'm off for
the doctor! My wife's taken bad, and may die before I get back!"
exclaimed Reuben, with a scared visage, as he tried to pass the
messengers.
"Going for the doctor! There's just where we were going to send you! Go
as fast as you can, and if your wife isn't very bad indeed, send him
first of all to Tanglewood, where he is wanted immediately."
"Who is ill there?" inquired Reuben anxiously.
"Nobody! but your nephew has been knocked down and trampled nearly to
death while stopping Miss Merlin's horses that were running away with
her."
"Ishmael hurt! Good gracious! there's nothing but trouble in this world!
Where is the poor lad?"
"Miss Merlin has taken him to Tanglewood. The doctor is wanted there."
"I'll send him as soon as ever I can; but I must get him to Hannah
first! I must indeed!" And with that Reuben put whip to his horse and
rode away; but in a moment he wheeled again and rode back to the
fishermen, saying:
"Hallo, Simpson! are you going past our place?"
"Yes," replied the man.
"Well, then, mind and don't breathe a word about Ishmael's accident to
Hannah, or to anybody about the place as might tell her; because she's
very ill, and the shock might be her death, you know," said Reuben
anxiously.
"All right! we'll be careful," replied the man. And Reuben rode off.
He was so fortunate as to find Dr. Jarvis at his office and get him to
come immediately to Woodside. But not until the doctor had seen Hannah
and had given her a little medicine, and declared that his farther
services would not be required by her for several hours yet, did Reuben
mention to him the other case that awaited his attention at Tanglewood.
And Dr. Jarvis, with a movement of impatience at the unnecessary delay,
hurried thither.