A REVELATION.
True to their promise, Old Tumult and Town. returned to the cabin of
Talbott Taft the following morning.
As they approached the lonely hut, they saw no sign of life about it,
but pushing on they reached the door, upon which Town. gently rapped.
But no one bade them enter, and it was then that a strange suspicion
rushed across our two friends’ minds, and pushing the door open they
entered.
True enough, their suspicions were verified by seeing Talbott Taft
sitting bolt-upright in a chair near a rude table, stone _dead_!
“Self-destruction,” muttered Town., as he pointed to a glass upon the
table, in which there was some liquid of a greenish color; and then
as his eyes fell upon a folded paper near the glass, he continued:
“and here is no doubt a written confession, and a lengthy one too,
for there are a number of pages.”
He unfolded the papers and glanced at the head of the writing, which
was well executed, though it showed some nervousness of the writer.
“ROMANTIC IMAGINATION--TRAGICAL REALITY.”
These were the words heading the MS., and Town. at once perceived
that the writer thereof had been fostering some romantic hopes that
had ended in a tragical death.
The first thing our friends did was to bury the body of the trader by
the side of his daughter. This last sad duty performed, the scout and
Town. returned to the cabin and seated themselves. Town. now took up
the manuscript and began reading it aloud.
It ran thus:
“In one of the loveliest rural districts of Virginia is a grand
estate, with a great stone mansion and lovely surroundings--all that
heart could wish, art devise, and wealth procure--known as The Golden
Horn. Four years ago the owner of The Golden Horn lay dying. He was a
bachelor, and no wife nor child was there to mourn his coming death.
Only Mrs. Martha Hohn, his house-keeper, sat by his dying bed.
“Mrs. Hohn was herself a widow, with an only child, Cecil, who at
this time was away at Richmond attending a boarding-school at the
expense of the owner of The Golden Horn. Mrs. Hohn, for years, had
secretly aspired to be mistress of The Golden Horn, but all her
charms and suavity of manners failed to make an impression on the
hard heart of the stern old bachelor. And now he lay dying, and Mrs.
Hohn’s aspirations and hopes were dying too.
“‘Martha Hohn,’ he said, as she seated herself by his bed, ‘I’m
dying, that’s certain. The death-dews are upon my brow now. And
now, Martha, promise me upon my death bed that you will do me a
favor after I’m dead and gone. You’ve been kind to me, Martha, and
straightforward, and of all others, I would trust none sooner than
you with so important a care. Promise me, Martha Hohn.’
“Martha Hohn promised by all that was sacred.
“‘Then,’ continued the dying man, ‘away up in Maine, on the Penobscot
river, years ago dwelt an only sister, but she is dead now. She
married there, and had a child--a daughter whom she called Clara.
Domestic trouble finally parted sister and her husband. He went to
the war, and sister died. But her baby lived and was adopted by a
Mr. and Mrs. Geoffry Bryant. Where the Bryants are, I do not know,
but I want you to find them, Martha, and give to their adopted child,
Clara, this will (here he drew from under his pillow a folded paper)
which gives to her The Golden Horn. She is the last of my relations
now living. For all I know she may be dead. If she is dead, she may
have married, and may have a husband or child living; if so, give the
will to them.’
“Mrs. Hohn renewed her promise to the dying man, though the devil
took possession of her heart the moment she got the will in her
fingers.
“The owner of The Golden Horn died, and Mrs. Hohn became more
determined than ever to possess the estate.
“She hastened to Richmond and found that her daughter Cecil had just
been married to a handsome, but penniless man whose morals were any
thing but good. Mrs. Hohn made known her resolve to her son-in-law
and daughter. Both were as wicked as she, and so they volunteered
their assistance to aid her in her dark scheme.
“The trio went up to Maine and found that Geoffry Bryant had moved
several years ago to Ohio. So they followed on to Ohio, and were
there disappointed by learning that Mr. Bryant and family had gone
with a colony to the then territory of Iowa.
“The trio rigged themselves out with a conveyance and set off for
the far West. It was more than two years before they found out the
exact whereabouts of Bryant, and during this time they took up their
residence with the Arapaho Indians. Cecil’s husband, by dint of
much deceit and trickery, worked himself into the confidence of the
Indians so thoroughly, that they conferred upon him the honor of
prophet. But much to their disadvantage in playing for The Golden
Horn, the prophet’s name and fame went abroad among the Arapaho’s
enemies, the white settlers, and so it became dangerous for him to
venture within a white settlement.
“When Mrs. Hohn found that Bryant resided at Clontarf’s Post, she
began laying her plans. She found that Clara, the heir to The Golden
Horn, had grown to a beautiful womanhood, and was on the eve of
marriage with Town. Farnesworth. All this they learned through Rollo,
the Boy Ranger.”
“Smoke o’ torture!” exclaimed Old Tumult, “I told ye that ’ere boy
war a young devil.”
Town. made no reply, but read on:
“The first thing to be done was to prevent the marriage of Town. and
Clara. And Mrs. Hohn at once proposed that her daughter Cecil win
Town.’s affections from Clara, until Clara could be disposed of as
they desired.
“About this time Mrs. Hohn very suddenly and mysteriously disappeared
from the stage of action. But her son and daughter continued the work
of crime.
“Cecil now assumed the name of Madge Taft, and went to reside with
Talbott Taft, the Indian trader, as his daughter.
“Here she met Town. Farnesworth, and true enough, succeeded in
winning him from Clara.
“The next work to be done was to secure Clara’s right to The Golden
Horn. This was the most difficult portion of the whole plot. However,
Cecil’s husband, who was none other than Dick Sherwood, resolved
to kidnap Clara--carry her to the Indian village, and there force
her into a mock marriage with him--obtain a certificate of the
marriage--put Clara out of the way, and then return to Virginia, and
by presenting the will and certificate both in probate, establish
his right to The Golden Horn. Then as it was not known that he was
already Cecil’s husband in the vicinity of The Golden Horn, he could
enter into another marriage with her, and thereby cover up all
suspicions of their previous relationship, should any such suspicions
arise.
“The first attempt, however, to carry Clara away resulted in the
capture of Sherwood, and but for the timely arrival of Rollo, the
ranger, it would have ended in his death by hanging in the forest.
The young ranger cut the rope with his saber, the instant that the
settlers turned their faces toward the post, and a friend to the
unfortunate man came from his concealment in the woods near the scene
of the execution, and restored him to consciousness. In order to
mislead the settlers, the body of a Sioux Indian, slain by Rollo,
was hung to the limb where Sherwood had been left. The wolves and
vultures stripped the bones of its flesh, thereby the detection of
the cheat was never found out until after the attack at Wildwood
lake. This latter affair was all owing to the wicked cunning of
Sherwood, _alias_ Father Ainesley. He had hoped, that by drawing
the settlers out to the meeting beyond reach of their stronghold,
he would not only capture Clara, but wreak vengeance upon them for
the ‘hanging affair’ in the forest. In this he partially succeeded
through the coöperation of the duck-disguised Arapahoes. Clara was
captured by Ainesley during the conflict, and along with Madge, who
assumed the _rôle_ of prisoner also, for purposes that are plainly
significant, carried away; but she and Madge were recaptured, as was
also Sherwood, by Old Tumult and Town. A storm coming up, they sought
shelter upon Two Islands. While there, _Madge succeeded in releasing
Sherwood_. And together they escaped, carrying Clara away with them,
though Clara knew not the part that Madge was playing.
“Madge shouting for _help_, when away from the islands, was all a
cover to conceal suspicion.
“I will here mention, that Rollo _did know_ of the four savages being
in the hold of the ferry-boat. It was an arrangement for the capture
of the scout and Town.”
“Ho! ho! ho!” roared Old Tumult; “it war a galorious failure, too,
I’m dreamin’, eh boy?”
“Indeed it was,” returned Town., then he read on:
“Rollo and Sherwood laid another trap at the Devil’s Staircase, for
the capture of Tumult and his friend, but this failed, also; so Rollo
informed me the morning following the defeat.
“The ranger also informed me that through the instrumentality of
Madge Taft, Clara had been induced to marry Sherwood. The renegade
promised her that he would liberate her and Madge just as soon as
the wedding was over, and a certificate of the missionary--who was
gotten up on purpose for the occasion, he being a white renegade
called Tom Jules--securely in his pocket. Sherwood’s intention was
to drown Clara in the lake when pretending to escort her home. Madge
was to meet him there at the lake, when they would at once take their
departure for the East--he to prove his claim to The Golden Horn
as the husband of the deceased heiress. What more would really be
necessary to establish his claim, according to the will? Nothing.
But, alas! in the very hour, yea, the very _minute_ of their
triumph, death seized them both!
“Thus you have a full confession of the sins of Martha Hohn and her
son-in-law and daughter. And perhaps you would ask, where was Martha
Hohn during the latter part of this wicked drama? I would answer:
Martha Hohn writes this confession, for Martha Hohn and Talbott Taft
_are one and the same_! I donned my disguise to aid Dick and Cecil in
their work of wickedness that was hatched in my own brain.
“And what has become of Rollo, the ranger, will be asked as time goes
by, for Rollo will never again appear on the stage of action. It has
often been a source of great wonder to me, that Town. Farnesworth,
in his attentions to Madge, and his conferences with Rollo, did not
detect that Madge and Rollo _were one and the same person_!
“Poor Cecil! she was brave, daring and strong, and played her part
with all the skill of an accomplished actress. She deserved a better
fate, and but for the influence around her, might have won it.
“On the table by my side, in the little tin box, is the will that I
promised by all that was sacred to deliver to Clara Holmes. Will the
reader of this deliver it to her? It is my last request.
MARTHA HOHN.”
And thus ended the manuscript, leaving Town. wrapt in wonder and
surprise, while Old Tumult seemed terribly agitated.
“Of all the complicated cases of sin and sinners in disguise, this
beats me,” exclaimed Town.
Old Tumult made no reply. His agitation seemed to be increasing.
“What’s the matter, Tumult?” asked Town.
“Holmes! Holmes!” muttered the scout, as though he was unconscious of
so doing, “as God’s in heaven, it must be so!” and then springing to
his feet he cried, excitedly:
“Come, lad, let’s rack out for the post! I believe I’ve struck a
bee-line! Fetch the will, lad.”
Town. made no reply, for the scout darted out of the cabin and away
toward the post, at such a rapid speed, that he could scarcely keep
in sight of him.
“I declare, the old chap is terribly excited,” muttered Town., as he
proceeded onward through the forest.
When he reached the post, the old scout bent his footsteps toward
Geoffry Bryant’s cabin.
At the door he was met by Clara.
“Why Tumult--Mr. Raynor!” the maiden exclaimed, “you are
excited--what is wrong?”
Tumult laid his hand upon the maiden’s head, and gazed into her eyes
as though he were going to read her heart through.
“And are you Clara Holmes?” he cried.
“Yes; so mother--Mrs. Bryant--just told me, but--”
“Have you no remembrance of your parents?” interrupted the scout.
“I have none,” returned Clara, sadly.
At this juncture, Mrs. Bryant made her appearance, and having
overheard their conversation, said:
“Clara was but two years old when her mother died, Mr. Raynor,
consequently she could not be expected to remember much of her.”
“But the father?” exclaimed the scout.
“He parted from her mother a year before she died.”
“Did you know him, Mrs. Bryant?”
“I did not. I never saw him. He went to the Mexican war and never
came back.”
“What was his full name?”
“Clement Holmes, so his wife told me.”
“Clement Holmes!” burst from the scout’s lips; “then thank God!
Clara, you are _my_ child! _I_ am Clement Holmes!”
* * * * *
Yes, Old Tumult, or Roll Raynor, proved himself to be the father of
Clara--Clement Holmes! I will not attempt to describe the scenes of
joy and happiness that followed this revelation, for they defy the
power of this pen. The reader can imagine what they must have been.
Following the reunion of father and daughter, came the news of Clara
being the heiress to a vast fortune in Virginia, by what means is
already known.
I will not undertake to narrate the scenes and adventures through
which Old Tumult passed after his separation from his wife, up to his
meeting with his child; suffice it to say that they were many--wild
and dangerous.
Clara, as the wife of Townsend Farnesworth, returned with her husband
to Virginia and proved her claim to The Golden Horn.
She forgave him his love affair with Madge Taft, though he can not
forgive himself for being made the dupe of the wicked enchantress.
After much persuasion, Old Tumult was induced to leave the West
with its wild adventure, and take up his home with his children in
Virginia, among the quietudes of civilization. Still, there was
scarcely a day during the remainder of his eventful life but what the
voice of his heavy rifle, Vibrator, might have been heard rolling
in prolonged reverberations through the mountains that formed the
southern boundary of The Golden Horn. And after the day’s hunt was
over, and the strong old hunter returned to the mansion, with his
game-bag well filled, he was always met at the gate by a group of
urchins, who welcomed him with their childish shouts of joy, and who
called him “Grandpa.”
And here, dear reader, I let drop the curtain over my imperfect--yet
I hope interesting--drama, and lay down my pen.
THE END.
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Transcriber’s Notes
The Table of Contents at the beginning of the book was created by
the transcriber.
Inconsistencies in hyphenation such as “wood-land”/“woodland” have
been maintained.
Minor punctuation and spelling errors have been silently corrected
and, except for those changes noted below, all misspellings in the
text, especially in dialogue, and inconsistent or archaic usage,
have been retained.
Page 11: “scowling dark with vengance” changed to “scowling dark
with vengeance”.
Page 13: “midst of privations, and harrassed” changed to “midst of
privations, and harassed”.
Page 15: “Of figure he was of medium hight” changed to “Of figure
he was of medium height”.
Page 26: “was the envy of all the marriageble” changed to “was the
envy of all the marriageable”.
Page 31: “the women and children had been gatherd” changed to “the
women and children had been gathered”.
Page 38: “mysterious hand was clutched a small, glittertering”
changed to “mysterious hand was clutched a small, glittering”.
Page 43: “no particular attention to so trival” changed to “no
particular attention to so trivial”.
Page 44: “would lead the reader into a temporary encampent” changed
to “would lead the reader into a temporary encampment”.
Page 49: “CHAPTER XI” changed to “CHAPTER IX”.
Page 54: “that deepened almost into a grown” changed to “that
deepened almost into a groan”.
Page 65: “once placed himself in an atitude” changed to “once
placed himself in an attitude”.
Page 67: “After having discussed varrious” changed to “After having
discussed various”.