MYRTLE'S LETTER--THE YOUNG MEN'S PURSUIT.
"You know all about it, Olive?" Cyprian Eveleth said to his sister, after
a brief word of greeting.
"Know of what, Cyprian?"
"Why, sister, don't you know that Myrtle Hazard is missing,--gone!--gone
nobody knows where, and that we are looking in all directions to find
her?"
Olive turned very pale and was silent for a moment. At the end of that
moment the story seemed almost old to her. It was a natural ending of
the prison-life which had been round Myrtle since her earliest years.
When she got large and strong enough, she broke out of jail,--that was
all. The nursery-bar is always climbed sooner or later, whether it is a
wooden or an iron one. Olive felt as if she had dimly foreseen just such
a finishing to the tragedy of the poor girl's home bringing-up. Why
could not she have done something to prevent it? Well,--what shall we do
now, and as it is?--that is the question.
"Has she left no letter,--no explanation of her leaving in this way?"
"Not a word, so far as anybody in the village knows."
"Come over to the post-office with me; perhaps we may find a letter. I
think we shall."
Olive's sagacity and knowledge of her friend's character had not misled
her. She found a letter from Myrtle to herself, which she opened and
read as here follows:
MY DEAREST OLIVE:--Think no evil of me for what I have done. The
fire-hang-bird's nest, as Cyprian called it, is empty, and the poor bird
is flown.
I can live as I have lived no longer. This place is chilling all the
life out of me, and I must find another home. It is far, far away, and
you will not hear from me again until I am there. Then I will write to
you.
You know where I was born,--under a hot sun and in the midst of strange,
lovely scenes that I seem still to remember. I must visit them again: my
heart always yearns for them. And I must cross the sea to get
there,--the beautiful great sea that I have always longed for and that my
river has been whispering about to me ever so many years. My life is
pinched and starved here. I feel as old as aunt Silence, and I am only
fifteen,--a child she has called me within a few days. If this is to be
a child, what is it to be a woman?
I love you dearly,--and your brother is almost to me as if he were mine.
I love our sweet, patient Bathsheba,--yes, and the old man that has
spoken so kindly with me, good Master Gridley; I hate to give you
pain,--to leave you all,--but my way of life is killing me, and I am too
young to die. I cannot take the comfort with you, my dear friends, that
I would; for it seems as if I carried a lump of ice in my heart, and all
the warmth I find in you cannot thaw it out.
I have had a strange warning to leave this place, Olive. Do you remember
how the angel of the Lord appeared to Joseph and told him to flee into
Egypt? I have had a dream like that, Olive. There is an old belief in
our family that the spirit of one who died many generations ago watches
over some of her descendants. They say it led our first ancestor to come
over here when it was a wilderness. I believe it has appeared to others
of the family in times of trouble. I have had a strange dream at any
rate, and the one I saw, or thought I saw, told me to leave this place.
Perhaps I should have stayed if it had not been for that, but it seemed
like an angel's warning.
Nobody will know how I have gone, or which way I have taken. On Monday,
you may show this letter to my friends, not before. I do not think they
will be in danger of breaking their hearts for me at our house. Aunt
Silence cares for nothing but her own soul, and the other woman hates me,
I always thought. Kitty Fagan will cry hard. Tell her perhaps I shall
come back by and by. There is a little box in my room, with some
keepsakes marked,--one is for poor Kitty. You can give them to the right
ones. Yours is with them.
Good-by, dearest. Keep my secret, as I told you, till Monday. And if
you never see me again, remember how much I loved you. Never think
hardly of me, for you have grown up in a happy home, and do not know how
much misery can be crowded into fifteen years of a young girl's life.
God be with you!
MYRTLE HAZARD.
Olive could not restrain her tears, as she handed the letter to Cyprian.
"Her secret is as safe with you as with me," she said. "But this is
madness, Cyprian, and we must keep her from doing herself a wrong.
"What she means to do, is to get to Boston, in some way or other, and
sail for India. It is strange that they have not tracked her. There is
no time to be lost. She shall not go out into the world in this way,
child that she is. No; she shall come back, and make her home with us,
if she cannot be happy with these people. Ours is a happy and a cheerful
home, and she shall be to me as a younger sister, and your sister too,
Cyprian. But you must see her; you must leave this very hour; and you
may find her. Go to your cousin Edward, in Boston, at once; tell him
your errand, and get him to help you find our poor dear sister. Then
give her the note I will write, and say I know your heart, Cyprian, and I
can trust that to tell you what to say."
In a very short time Cyprian Eveleth was on his way to Boston. But
another, keener even in pursuit than he, was there before him.
Ever since the day when Master Gridley had made that over-curious
observation of the young lawyer's proceedings at the office, Murray
Bradshaw had shown a far livelier interest than before in the conditions
and feelings of Myrtle Hazard. He had called frequently at The Poplars
to talk over business matters, which seemed of late to require a deal of
talking. He had been very deferential to Miss Silence, and had wound
himself into the confidence of Miss Badlam. He found it harder to
establish any very near relations with Myrtle, who had never seemed to
care much for any young man but Cyprian Eveleth, and to care for him
quite as much as Olive's brother as for any personal reason. But he
carefully studied Myrtle's tastes and ways of thinking and of life, so
that, by and by, when she should look upon herself as a young woman, and
not as a girl, he would have a great advantage in making her more
intimate acquaintance.
Thus, she corresponded with a friend of her mother's in India. She
talked at times as if it were her ideal home, and showed many tastes
which might well be vestiges of early Oriental impressions. She made
herself a rude hammock,--such as are often used in hot climates,--and
swung it between two elms. Here she would lie in the hot summer days,
and fan herself with the sandal-wood fan her friend in India had sent
her,--the perfume of which, the women said, seemed to throw her into
day-dreams, which were almost like trances.
These circumstances gave a general direction to his ideas, which were
presently fixed more exactly by two circumstances which he learned for
himself and kept to himself; for he had no idea of making a hue and cry,
and yet he did not mean that Myrtle Hazard should get away if he could
help it.
The first fact was this. He found among the copies of the city newspaper
they took at The Poplars a recent number from which a square had been cut
out. He procured another copy of this paper of the same date, and found
that the piece cut out was an advertisement to the effect that the A 1
Ship Swordfish, Captain Hawkins, was to sail from Boston for Calcutta, on
the 20th of June.
The second fact was the following. On the window-sill of her little
hanging chamber, which the women allowed him to inspect, he found some
threads of long, black, glossy hair caught by a splinter in the wood.
They were Myrtle's of course. A simpleton might have constructed a
tragedy out of this trivial circumstance,--how she had cast herself from
the window into the waters beneath it,--how she had been thrust out after
a struggle, of which this shred from her tresses was the dreadful
witness,--and so on. Murray Bradshaw did not stop to guess and wonder.
He said nothing about it, but wound the shining threads on his finger,
and, as soon as he got home, examined them with a magnifier. They had
been cut off smoothly, as with a pair of scissors. This was part of a
mass of hair, then, which had been shorn and thrown from the window.
Nobody would do that but she herself. What would she do it for? To
disguise her sex, of course. The other inferences were plain enough.
The wily young man put all these facts and hints together, and concluded
that he would let the rustics drag the ponds and the river, and scour the
woods and swamps, while he himself went to the seaport town from which
she would without doubt sail if she had formed the project he thought on
the whole most probable.
Thus it was that we found him hurrying to the nearest station to catch
the train to Boston, while they were all looking for traces of the
missing girl nearer home. In the cars he made the most suggestive
inquiries he could frame, to stir up the gentlemanly conductor's memory.
Had any young fellow been on the train within a day or two, who had
attracted his notice? Smooth, handsome face, black eyes, short black
hair, new clothes, not fitting very well, looked away when he paid his
fare, had a soft voice like a woman's,--had he seen anybody answering to
some such description as this? The gentlemanly conductor had not
noticed,--was always taking up and setting down way-passengers,--might
have had such a young man aboard,--there was two or three students one
day in the car singing college songs,--he did n't care how folks looked
if they had their tickets ready,--and minded their own business,--and, so
saying, he poked a young man upon whose shoulder a ringleted head was
reclining with that delightful abandon which the railroad train seems to
provoke in lovely woman,--"Fare!"
It is a fine thing to be set down in a great, overcrowded hotel, where
they do not know you, looking dusty, and for the moment shabby, with
nothing but a carpet-bag in your hand, feeling tired, and anything but
clean, and hungry, and worried, and every way miserable and mean, and to
undergo the appraising process of the gentleman in the office, who, while
he shoves the book round to you for your name, is making a hasty
calculation as to how high up he can venture to doom you. But Murray
Bradshaw's plain dress and carpet-bag were more than made up for by the
air and tone which imply the habit of being attended to. The clerk saw
that in a glance, and, as he looked at the name and address in the book,
spoke sharply in the explosive dialect of his tribe,--
"Jun! ta'tha'genlm'n'scarpetbag'n'showhimupt'thirtyone!"
When Cyprian Eveleth reached the same hotel late at night, he appeared in
his best clothes and with a new valise; but his amiable countenance and
gentle voice and modest manner sent him up two stories higher, where he
found himself in a room not much better than a garret, feeling lonely
enough, for he did not know he had an acquaintance in the same house.
The two young men were in and out so irregularly that it was not very
strange that they did not happen to meet each other.
The young lawyer was far more likely to find Myrtle if she were in the
city than the other, even with the help of his cousin Edward. He was not
only older, but sharper, better acquainted with the city and its ways,
and, whatever might be the strength of Cyprian's motives, his own were of
such intensity that he thought of nothing else by day, and dreamed of
nothing else by night. He went to work, therefore, in the most
systematic manner. He first visited the ship Swordfish, lying at her
wharf, saw her captain, and satisfied himself that as yet nobody at all
corresponding to the description of Myrtle Hazard had been seen by any
person on board. He visited all the wharves, inquiring on every vessel
where it seemed possible she might have been looking about. Hotels,
thoroughfares, every place where he might hear of her or meet her, were
all searched. He took some of the police into his confidence, and had
half a dozen pairs of eyes besides his own opened pretty widely, to
discover the lost girl.
On Sunday, the 19th, he got the first hint which encouraged him to think
he was on the trail of his fugitive. He had gone down again to the wharf
where the Swordfish, advertised to sail the next day, was lying. The
captain was not on board, but one of the mates was there, and he
addressed his questions to him, not with any great hope of hearing
anything important, but determined to lose no chance, however small. He
was startled with a piece of information which gave him such an exquisite
pang of delight that he could hardly keep the usual quiet of his
demeanor. A youth corresponding to his description of Myrtle Hazard in
her probable disguise had been that morning on board the Swordfish,
making many inquires as to the hour at which she was to sail, and who
were to be the passengers, and remained some time on board, going all
over the vessel, examining her cabin accommodations, and saying he should
return to-morrow before she sailed,--doubtless intending to take passage
in her, as there was plenty of room on board. There could be little
question, from the description, who this young person was. It was a
rather delicate--looking, dark--haired youth, smooth-faced, somewhat shy
and bashful in his ways, and evidently excited and nervous. He had
apparently been to look about him, and would come back at the last
moment, just as the vessel was ready to sail, and in an hour or two be
beyond the reach of inquiry.
Murray Bradshaw returned to his hotel, and, going to his chamber,
summoned all his faculties in state council to determine what course he
should follow, now that he had the object of his search certainly within
reaching distance. There was no danger now of her eluding him; but the
grave question arose, what was he to do when he stood face to face with
her. She must not go,--that was fixed. If she once got off in that
ship, she might be safe enough; but what would become of certain projects
in which he was interested,--that was the question. But again, she was
no child, to be turned away from her adventure by cajolery, or by any
such threats as common truants would find sufficient to scare them back
to their duty. He could tell the facts of her disguise and the manner of
her leaving home to the captain of the vessel, and induce him to send her
ashore as a stray girl, to be returned to her relatives. But this would
only make her furious with him; and he must not alienate her from
himself, at any rate. He might plead with her in the name of duty, for
the sake of her friends, for the good name of the family. She had
thought all these things over before she ran away. What if he should
address her as a lover, throw himself at her feet, implore her to pity
him and give up her rash scheme, and, if things came to the very worst,
offer to follow her wherever she went, if she would accept him in the
only relation that would render it possible. Fifteen years old,--he
nearly ten years older,--but such things had happened before, and this
was no time to stand on trifles.
He worked out the hypothesis of the matrimonial offer as he would have
reasoned out the probabilities in a law case he was undertaking.
1. He would rather risk that than lose all hold upon her. The girl was
handsome enough for his ambitious future, wherever it might carry him.
She came of an honorable family, and had the great advantage of being
free from a tribe of disagreeable relatives, which is such a drawback on
many otherwise eligible parties. To these considerations were to be
joined other circumstances which we need not here mention, of a nature to
add greatly to their force, and which would go far of themselves to
determine his action.
2. How was it likely she would look on such an extraordinary
proposition? At first, no doubt, as Lady Anne looked upon the advances
of Richard. She would be startled, perhaps shocked. What then? She
could not help feeling flattered at such an offer from him,--him, William
Murray Bradshaw, the rising young man of his county, at her feet, his
eyes melting with the love he would throw into them, his tones subdued to
their most sympathetic quality, and all those phrases on his lips which
every day beguile women older and more discreet than this romantic,
long-imprisoned girl, whose rash and adventurous enterprise was an
assertion of her womanhood and her right to dispose of herself as she
chose. He had not lived to be twenty-five years old without knowing his
power with women. He believed in himself so thoroughly, that his very
confidence was a strong promise of success.
3. In case all his entreaties, arguments, and offers made no impression,
should he make use of that supreme resource, not to be employed save in
extreme need, but which was of a nature, in his opinion, to shake a
resolution stronger than this young girl was like to oppose to it? That
would be like Christian's coming to his weapon called All-prayer, he said
to himself, with a smile that his early readings of Bunyan should have
furnished him an image for so different an occasion. The question was
one he could not settle till the time came,--he must leave it to the
instinct of the moment.
The next morning found him early waking after a night of feverish dreams.
He dressed himself with more than usual care, and walked down to the
wharf where the Swordfish was moored. The ship had left the wharf, and
was lying out in the stream: A small boat had just reached her, and a
slender youth, as he appeared at that distance, climbed, not
over-adroitly, up the vessel's side.
Murray Bradshaw called to a boatman near by and ordered the man to row
him over as fast as he could to the vessel lying in the stream. He had no
sooner reached the deck of the Swordfish than he asked for the young
person who had just been put on board.
"He is in the cabin, sir, just gone down with the captain," was the
reply.
His heart beat, in spite of his cool temperament, as he went down the
steps leading to the cabin. The young person was talking earnestly with
the captain, and, on his turning round, Mr. William Murray Bradshaw had
the pleasure of recognizing his young friend, Mr. Cyprian Eveleth.