MY LADY OF THE ICE.--SNOW AND SLEET.--REAWAKENING.--A DESPERATE
SITUATION.--SAVED A SECOND TIME.--SNATCHED FROM A WORSE FATE.--BORNE IN
MY ARMS ONCE MORE.--THE OPEN DOOR.
So there she lay before me--the Lady of the Ice, discovered, at last,
and identified with Marion. And she lay there reclining on my arms as
once before, and in the snow, with the pitiless blast beating upon her.
And the first question that arose was, "What can I do?"
Ay--that was the question. What could I do?
I leave to the reader to try and imagine the unparalleled embarrassment
of such a situation. For there was I, in an agony of eagerness to save
her--to do something--and yet it was simply impossible to think of any
one place to which I could take her.
Could I take her into Colonel Berton's? That was my first impulse. The
lights from his windows were flashing brightly out into the gloom close
beside us. But how could I take her there? With what story? Or if I
trumped up some story--which I easily could do--would she not betray
herself by her own incoherencies as she recovered from her faint? No,
not Colonel Berton's. Where, then? Could I take her anywhere? To an
hotel? No. To any friends? Certainly not. To her own home?--But she had
fled, and it was locked against her. Where--where could I take her?
For I had to do something. I could not let her lie here--she would
perish. I had to take her somewhere, and yet save her from that ruin
and shame to which her rashness and Jack's perfidy had exposed her. Too
plain it all seemed now. Jack had urged her to fly--beyond a doubt--she
had consented, and he had not come for her.
I raised her up in my arms, and carried her on. Once before I had thus
carried her in my arms--thus, as I saved her from death; and now, as I
thus bore her, I felt that I was trying to save her from a fate far
worse--from scandal, from evil speaking--from a dishonored name--from a
father's curse. And could I but save her from this--could I but bear
her a second time from this darker fate back to light, and life, and
safety; then I felt assured that my Lady of the Ice could not so soon
forget this second service.
I raised her up and carried her thus I knew not where. There was not a
soul in the streets. The lamps gave but a feeble light in the wild
storm. The beating of the sleet and the howling of the tempest
increased at every step. My lady was senseless in my arms. I did not
know where I was going, nor where I could go; but breasted the storm,
and shielded my burden from it as well as I could; and so toiled on, in
utter bewilderment and desperation.
Now I beg leave to ask the reader if this situation of mine was not as
embarrassing a one as any that he ever heard of. For I thus found
forced upon me the safety, the honor, and the life of the very Lady of
the Ice for whom I had already risked my life--whose life I had already
saved; and about whom I had been raving ever since. But now that she
had thus been thrown upon me, with her life, and her honor, it was an
utterly impossible thing to see how I could extricate her from this
frightful difficulty; though so fervent was my longing to do this,
that, if my life could have done it, I would have laid it down for her
on the spot.
At last, to my inexpressible relief, I heard from her a low moan. I put
her down on the door-step of a house close by, and sat by her side
supporting her. A lamp was burning not far away.
She drew a long breath, and then raised herself suddenly, and looked
all around. Gradually the truth of her position returned to her. She
drew herself away from me, and buried her face in her hands, and sat in
silence for a long time. I waited in patience and anxiety for her to
speak, and feared that the excitement and the anguish which she had
undergone might have affected her mind.
Suddenly she started, and looked at me with staring eyes.
"Did _he_ send _you_?" she gasped, in a strange, hoarse, choking voice.
Her face, her tone, and the emphasis of her words, all showed the full
nature of the dark suspicion that had flung itself over her mind.
"_He_! _Me_!" I cried, indignantly. "Never! never! Can you have the
heart to suspect _me_? Have I deserved this?"
"It looks like it," said she, coldly.
"Oh, listen!" I cried; "listen! I will explain my coming. It was a
mistake, an accident. I swear to you, ever since that day on the ice,
I've been haunted by your face--"
She made an impatient gesture.
"Well, not your face, then. I did not know it was yours. I called it
the Lady of the Ice."
"I do not care to hear," said she, coldly.
"Oh, listen!" I said. "I want to clear myself from your horrid
suspicion. I was at your house this evening. After leaving, I wandered
wildly about. I couldn't go home. It was half madness and superstition.
I went to the Esplanade, and there seemed voices in the storm. I
wandered back again to your house, with a vague and half-crazy idea
that the Lady of the Ice was calling me. As I came up to the house, I
saw a shadowy figure on the other side. I thought it was the Lady of
the Ice, and crossed over, not knowing what I was doing. The figure
came and took my arm. I walked on, frozen into a sort of superstitious
silence. I swear to you, it happened exactly in this way, and that for
a time I really thought it was the Lady of the Ice who had come to meet
me in the storm. I held back once or twice, but to no avail. I swear to
you that I never had the remotest idea that it was you, till the moment
when you fell, and I saw that you yourself were the Lady of the Ice. I
did not recognize you before; but, when your face was pale, with
suffering and fear upon it, then you became the same one whom I have
never forgotten."
"_He_ did not send you, then?" said she again.
"He? No. I swear he didn't; but all is just as I have said. Besides, we
have quarrelled, and I have neither seen nor heard of him for two
days."
She said nothing in reply, but again buried her face in her hands, and
sat crouching on the door-step. The storm howled about us with
tremendous fury. All the houses in the street were dark, and the street
itself showed no living forms but ours. A lamp, not far off, threw a
feeble light upon us.
"Come," said I at last; "I have saved you once from death, and, I doubt
not, I have been sent by Fate to save you once again. If you stay here
any longer, you must perish. You must rouse yourself."
I spoke vehemently and quickly, and in the tone of one who would listen
to no refusal. I was roused now, at last, from all irresolution by the
very sight of her suffering. I saw that to remain here much longer
would be little else than death for her.
"Oh, what shall I do?" she moaned.
"Tell me of some place where I can take you."
"There is no place. How could I dare to go to any of my friends?"
"Why should you not?"
"I cannot--I cannot."
"You can easily make up some story for the occasion. Tell me the name
of some one, and I will take you."
"No," said she.
"Then," said I, "you must go home."
"Home! home!" she gasped.
"Yes," said I, firmly, "home. Home you must go, and nowhere else."
"I cannot."
"You must."
"I will not; I will die first."
"You shall not die!" I cried, passionately. "You shall not die while I
am near you. I have saved your life before, and I will not let it end
in this. No, you shall not die--I swear by all that's holy! I myself
will carry you home."
"I cannot," she murmured, feebly.
"You must," said I. "This is not a question of death--it's a question
of dishonor. Home is the only haven where you can find escape from
that, and to that home I will take you."
"Oh, my God!" she wailed; "how can I meet my father?"
She buried her face in her hands again, and sobbed convulsively.
"Do not be afraid," said I. "I will meet him, and explain all. Or say--
answer me this," I added, in fervid, vehement tones--"I can do more
than this. I will tell him it was all my doing. I will accept his
anger. I'll tell him I was half mad, and repented. I'll tell any thing
--any thing you like. I'll shield you so that all his fury shall fall
on me, and he will have nothing for you but pity."
"Stop," said she, solemnly, rising to her feet, and looking at me with
her white face--"stop! You must not talk so. I owe my life to you
already. Do not overwhelm me. You have now deliberately offered to
accept dishonor for my sake. It is too much. If my gratitude is worth
having, I assure you I am grateful beyond words. But your offer is
impossible. Never would I permit it."
"Will you go home, then?" I asked, as she paused.
"Yes," said she, slowly.
I offered my arm, and she took it, leaning heavily upon me. Our
progress was slow, for the storm was fierce, and she was very weak.
"I think," said she, "that in my haste I left the back door unlocked.
If so, I may get in without being observed."
"I pray Heaven it may be so," said I, "for in that case all trouble
will be avoided."
We walked on a little farther. She leaned more and more heavily upon
me, and walked more and more slowly. At last she stopped.
I knew what was the matter. She was utterly exhausted, and to go
farther was impossible. I did not question her at all. I said nothing.
I stooped, and raised her in my arms without a word, and walked
vigorously onward. She murmured a few words of complaint, and struggled
feebly; but I took no notice whatever of her words or her struggles.
But her weakness was too great even for words. She rested on me like a
dead weight, and I would have been sure that she had fainted again, had
I not felt the convulsive shudders that from time to time passed
through her frame, and heard her frequent heavy sighs and sobbings.
So I walked on through the roaring storm, beaten by the furious sleet,
bearing my burden in my arms, as I had done once before. And it was the
same burden, under the same circumstances--my Lady of the Ice, whom I
thus again uplifted in my arms amid the storm, and snatched from a
cruel fate, and carried back to life and safety and home. And I knew
that this salvation which she now received from me was far more
precious than that other one; for that was a rescue from death, but
this was a rescue from dishonor.
We reached the house at last. The gate which led into the yard was not
fastened. I carried her in, and put her down by the back door. I tried
it. It opened.
The sight of that open door gave her fresh life and strength. She put
one foot on the threshold.
Then she turned.
"Oh, sir," said she, in a low, thrilling voice, "I pray God that it may
ever be in my power to do something for you--some day--in return--for
all this. God bless you! you have saved me--"
And with these words she entered the house. The door closed between us
--she was gone.
I stood and listened for a long time. All was still.
"Thank Heaven!" I murmured, as I turned away. "The family have not
been alarmed. She is safe."
I went home, but did not sleep that night My brain was in a whirl from
the excitement of this new adventure. In that adventure every
circumstance was one of the most impressive character; and at the same
time every thing was contradictory and bewildering to such an extent
that I did not know whether to congratulate myself or not, whether to
rejoice or lament. I might rejoice at finding the Lady of the Ice; but
my joy was modified by the thought that I found her meditating flight
with another man. I had saved her; but then I was very well aware that,
if I had not come, she might never have left her home, and might never
have been in a position to need help. Jack had, no doubt, neglected to
meet her. Over some things, however, I found myself exulting--first,
that, after all, I _had_ saved her, and, secondly, that she had found
out Jack.
As for Jack, my feelings to him underwent a rapid and decisive change.
My excitement and irritation died away. I saw that we had both been
under a mistake. I might perhaps have blamed him for his treachery
toward Marion in urging her to a rash and ruinous elopement; but any
blame which I threw on him was largely modified by a certain
satisfaction which I felt in knowing that his failure to meet her,
fortunate as it was for her, and fortunate as it was also for himself
would change her former love for him into scorn and contempt. His
influence over her was henceforth at an end, and the only obstacle that
I saw in the way of my love was suddenly and effectually removed.