"IF I EVER HAVE A LOVER HE MUST BE GRAND AND HANDSOME."
"He to whom I give affection
Must have princely mien and guise;
If devotion lay below me
I would stoop not for the prize.
Bend down to me very gently,
But bend always from above;
I would scorn where I could pity,
I must honor where I love."--PHEBE CARY.
Ethel heard the key click in the lock, but in the excitement of finding
her sister she attached no significance to the fact.
She turned eagerly to the bed where lay a slender form clothed in a
cheap blue wrapper of eider-down, over which swept a torrent of curling
hair like sunshine.
But, oh, that face! Could it be Precious, the laughing, dimple-faced
darling, with her cheeks like rose-leaves, her ripe red lips, her
glorious eyes like blue pansies in the sunshine?
That wan little face on the coarse pillow was all thin and pale, with
great shadows under the hollow eyes that were dim and faded from
constant weeping. The little white hands were wasted so that the
bewitching dimples were gone from the knuckles and the blue veins
showed with painful clearness through the transparent skin.
At that piteous sight all the jealous hardness went out of Ethel's
heart. She sprang with open arms to Precious, and clasped her to her
breast, while Kay hovered over them in delight, licking the little
feeble hands of his darling young mistress.
"Oh, Ethel, why didn't you come sooner? Where is papa? Why didn't
he come with you? I shall die, and never see him any more," sobbed
Precious plaintively.
"Die! Oh, no, my darling!" soothed Ethel, but she was startled by the
words and the weakness and pallor of her sister.
"Precious, what has changed you so? Have you been ill?" she exclaimed
anxiously.
"I am starving. I have never tasted food since the night I was kidnaped
from the ball," answered Precious, in her faint, weak, hollow voice.
Ethel could scarcely credit the words, for a small stand near the bed
was heaped high with edibles, fruits, and wines.
But Precious explained that she had determined to starve herself to
death unless she was released from the power of the hated Lindsey
Warwick.
"Yesterday I fainted from weakness when I tried to walk across the
floor, and those two wretches came in and poured wine down my throat
while I was too weak to resist, and again this morning she forced wine
between my lips, and made me live a little longer, or else I think I
should be dead already," and here Precious paused and gasped, too weak
to continue.
"But you must eat and drink now, for I shall want you to go home with
me," said Ethel tenderly, and she fed Precious like a little child,
the poor girl taking food readily, for the pangs of hunger had been
terrible to bear.
She ate and drank with grateful eagerness, and Ethel watched her with
moist, dark eyes, and thought:
"Poor child, if I had stayed away a little longer she would have
been dead; my little sister, that I have hated and envied in my evil
moments, would never have crossed my path again, and I should not lose
my lover as I shall surely do when once he sees Precious."
Was she glad or sorry that she had come?
She was glad!
It was one of the moments when good triumphed over evil in the complex
nature of Ethel Winans.
"It was Heaven that sent me here to rescue Precious," she thought
happily, and for awhile Lord Chester was forgotten while the sisters
made mutual explanations.
"So it was Lindsey Warwick, after all. The detectives suspected him at
first, but he hoodwinked them very cleverly," said Ethel.
"Oh, he is a fiend!" cried Precious shudderingly.
"Then you could never accept him as a lover?" Ethel asked curiously.
"Oh, never, never! He is very repulsive to me, with his keen little
eyes, and his thick lips, and his perpetual smirk. If I ever have a
lover I must have a grand, handsome one, as noble as papa, or perhaps
like your lover, Ethel--I do not know his name, but I saw him at the
ball with you, and I thought he was splendid. Well, when I have a real
lover he must be like that, Ethel!" cried Precious innocently.
A shadow gleamed over Ethel's dusky beauty, and she thought:
"They are mutually attracted to each other. It is fate."
But she said carelessly:
"You are too young to dream of lovers yet, my dear, and when you get
safe home again you must devote yourself to your studies, and not tease
about going to balls. It was your willfulness about the Inauguration
Ball that brought you into this trouble."
"And papa will put that villain into prison for this, I know," cried
Precious, her voice a little stronger from the food and wine she had
taken. Then she hugged Kay around his neck and kissed the top of his
head.
"Darling old fellow, if it had not been for you Ethel would have come
and gone without finding me. Oh, how shall I ever pay you for this?
You shall have a golden collar with your name set in rubies--yes, you
shall. Papa will buy it for you, I know, to pay you for saving his
pet."
Kay showed as much boisterous delight as if he understood every word,
and kept licking her little hands with joy unutterable.
"And now, dear, we must get out of this place, and go home if you think
you are ready," smiled Ethel.
"Ready!" cried Precious gayly. "Well, I know I am very weak from my
long fast, but joy makes me feel like a new girl. I have nothing to
wear home but this blue wrapper over my ball dress, but no matter--let
us start at once. If I am too weak to walk I can crawl there, or
perhaps Kay will let me ride on his back," patting him tenderly.
Ethel turned the handle of the door, but it resisted her efforts, and
she recoiled with a low cry.
"Oh, Heaven, I had forgotten! I heard that old hag lock the door on the
outside as I entered. I am a prisoner too. What shall I do?"
The tears rushed into her sister's blue eyes.
"There is no use in screaming, for I cried that day and night until I
was hoarse as a raven, but no one ever seemed to hear me. And the only
window is nailed down, you see. But, oh, Ethel, they will miss you at
home and come here to look for you presently, won't they dear?"
"I did not tell them I was coming here. I felt ashamed of going to
see a fortune-teller to find out about you. They would have laughed
at me. I let my maid think that I was going to see a friend. Oh, what
shall I do? Why did I ever come here?" wept Ethel, wringing her hands
in terror, and forgetting that she had told herself just now that God
himself had sent her to the aid of Precious.
She shrieked aloud; she tore at the door with frantic hands.
"It will soon be night, and they will wonder what has become of me.
This double sorrow will drive our poor mother mad. Oh, what shall I
do?" she cried again in agony.
"If we could only get that window open," cried Precious eagerly. "But
I have tried it every day, and my hands bled, but the nails would not
come out. But if we could only open it, Ethel, we could plait a rope of
the bedclothes, and get out."
Kay looked from one to the other, whining in unison with their grief.
Ethel turned a flashing glance on the window, then caught up a thick
wash pitcher of heavy iron-stone ware. She poured the water out, and
rushed at the window, dealing blow after blow on the panes. Joy! the
thin glass and slight framework gave way before her furious onslaught.
Then she attacked the shutters with the same signal success. They
tumbled from their fastenings down to the ground two stories below.
The sash was all gone, too, and the fresh outer air rushed into their
faces--fresh, but full of the fog and damp of early twilight.
"Quick! now the bedclothes! We will sit at the window while we tear
them in strips, and if we see any one passing we will scream to them
for help," cried Ethel bravely, though her lovely hands were torn and
bleeding from fragments of flying glass. They set to work, but Precious
was so weak from her long fast that she could not help much. The little
hands were strengthless and nerveless.
"She must have heard you breaking in the window, and she will come up
here presently and kill us," she shuddered, with terrified eyes.
"Don't be a coward, Precious. I think the old wretch has very likely
run off to tell her son what has happened, and we must get away before
they come back, for, of course, he will be very angry, and, as you
suggested, he may kill us," answered Ethel, working away in a perfect
frenzy of fear and excitement.
But Precious was very weak and nervous; she could not bear the strain
of this horrible dread, following on the hope of a few minutes ago. She
dropped back quietly in her chair and fainted.
Ethel would not relax her frantic labor to resuscitate her, but Kay
fell to licking the white face with such a rough, energetic tongue that
presently Precious sighed and revived, pushing him down with feeble
hands.
"Down, sir! down! You must not be so impudent," she sighed faintly.
"Come, Precious, our rope is done. Can you help me to fasten it to the
leg of the bed? Then we will throw it from the window. I will slide
down first, and you will follow. I will catch you at the bottom if you
fall. And Kay can jump out after us. Oh, Heaven, what is that?"
She might well exclaim, for at that moment the wall at the opposite
side of the room was suddenly divided by a burst of smoke and flame
that lighted up the gloom with a lurid glare.
They had thought it was the wind, the strange, crackling noises they
had faintly heard for some time, but now they understood the full
horror of their situation.
The old house was in flames--fired doubtless by the fiendish old hag
who had thus wreaked her vengeance and fled, leaving them to their fate.
It was a moment of the most sublime horror, the most deadly peril.
The two girls gazed at each other with horror-stricken faces, and the
mastiff lifted up his voice in a prolonged and dismal howl like a
banshee.
"We are trapped," cried Ethel wildly. "She has fired the house and
gone. But we shall escape. Come, dear." She drew Precious to the
window, and climbed upon the sill. "I will go first; you follow."
She grasped the rope, and swung outward, her heart beating wildly,
her eyes watching the face of Precious as it leaned forward against
the awful background of smoke and flame. The small pale face, like a
snowdrop, the luminous blue eyes, the aureole of golden hair, made
Precious look angelic.
Ethel felt herself rushing through the cold March air, and--suddenly
she shot down wildly, and fell on the wet ground where the thick spongy
turf broke the severity of the fall. Safe!
But an awful cry escaped her lips.
The plaited rope had proved treacherous, and broken off midway,
dangling its useless length about a yard below the window sill, above
which that beautiful white face looked down in a frenzy of despair.
Ethel staggered to her feet; she flung out her arms, she shrieked:
"Come, darling, climb out upon the rope, and drop. I will catch you--I
will break the fall."
But Precious scarcely heard. Her senses had deserted her at sight of
the broken rope. Ethel saw the dilated blue eyes close again, saw her
sister fall backward into the blinding smoke, heard the frenzied yelp
of Kay as he sprang upon the window sill, and felt that no earthly
power could save her doomed sister now.
She held out her arms to Kay, and shrieked wildly:
"Come to me, Kay, come!"
But the poor beast gave a desolate howl, and sprang back into the room
where Precious lay unconscious. Then a great black volume of smoke
poured through the window, and from the front of the house Ethel saw
the red glaring flame shoot quickly.
"The front of the house is all in flames. No one can save my sister
now," she thought. Then something seemed to say in her heart:
"You are to blame. You should have sent her down the rope first. She
was so light and small it would have carried her safely, and both would
have been saved."
It made her angry, that still small voice of conscience, for she knew
that it was a selfish anxiety over her own safety that made her descend
first. Moving away she muttered:
"Why should I run the risk of my life for her? I tried to save her,
and if she had not been so cowardly I would have succeeded. She will
perish, but it is not my fault."
Why did she not run and spread the alarm? Some man might be found who
would be brave enough to scale the window and bring out the unconscious
girl.
But Ethel moved away, going backward, watching with fascinated eyes the
burning building, her sister's funeral pyre.
Shrieks began to fill the air from the occupants of the shanties
around, just discovering the fire. A crowd began to gather. Why did not
the retreating girl pray the people to rescue her sister?
A tempting devil had recalled to her mind her sister's words of
admiration for Lord Chester a little while ago--her longing for just
such a splendid lover.
"Precious dead he would be yours; living she would win him from you,"
whispered the tempter, and she turned away muttering, "It is too late.
No one could save her now."