A FATAL LEAP.
Ulick heard him, and, turning round, saw the grey galloping at a great
pace straight for the churchyard wall. He did not accept the challenge;
it would have been madness to do so. He called at the top of his voice
to Warren to stop.
"He'll never clear it! Pull up!" shouted Ulick, excitedly.
For answer, Warren merely looked in his direction, and smiled grimly.
"Come on!" he shouted again. "Are you afraid?"
Ulick was not afraid, but he had no desire to break his neck, and that
was probably what Warren would do if the grey failed to top the wall.
There was no chance of stopping him, and Ulick determined to see the
result of the dare-devil leap.
"He's mad to attempt it!" he said. "The horse is a good one, but he'll
never get over it. I would not risk it on Random for a fortune!"
There was no one else near; the four or five horsemen had skirted round
the wall, and were riding hard after the hounds, who had by this time
cleared the churchyard.
Ulick waited for Warren's rash leap, and his heart almost stopped
beating in his intense anxiety to see him safely over.
The presentiment of the morning flashed across his mind, and he wondered
if this was to be the result.
Warren knew what lay before him; but his blood was up, and so was the
grey's. The horse pricked his ears as he saw the formidable obstacle in
front of him, but he did not shirk his work. On the contrary, he
regulated his stride, and prepared for the desperate leap.
As Warren drew near to the wall Ulick rode forward, in order to render
assistance should it be required, for he feared the result, and wished
to do all in his power to help him.
Up the incline galloped the grey. Had the wall stood on the level he
might have jumped it, although that was doubtful. The horse took off
well, rose at the wall, and would have cleared it safely but for the
fact that a huge raised gravestone, over a vault in the churchyard,
stood close beneath it.
The horse saw it, tried to avoid it as he leaped, caught his hind legs
on the wall, fell heavily forward, and threw Warren with terrific force
head first on to the slab.
Ulick heard the crash and shuddered. Horse and rider failed to rise. He
rode quickly to the spot, flung Random's bridle over a big coping stone,
and scrambled over the wall, almost falling over the horse as he landed
on the other side. He merely cast a rapid glance at the grey, and saw he
was fatally injured, and rushed forward to Warren Courtly, who lay
stretched out on the top of the slab where he had fallen.
Ulick stooped over him, and said, in an agitated voice--
"Warren! Warren! are you alive? Speak to me!"
There was no answer, no movement in the body, which lay dangerously
still and inanimate.
Ulick tore open his vest and collar, and lifted him up. As he did so the
head fell back, resting on his chest, and for a moment the eyes opened
with the shock, but quickly closed again.
Ulick shuddered. That limp movement of the head, he knew what it meant.
There was no hope. Warren's neck was broken. He had pitched on to his
head, and the fall was bound to be fatal. He supported the dead man for
a considerable time, hoping against hope that he would show some sign of
life. His thoughts wandered to Irene, and he wondered how she would bear
the shock. He must break it to her as gently as possible. She must hear
it from no one but himself. He was of no use here. Warren was beyond
human aid. He laid the body gently down, and covered the face with a
handkerchief; it looked weird and uncanny, resting there in the scarlet
coat on the top of a vault, in the picturesque old churchyard.
Getting over the wall, he remounted Random and rode away for assistance.
There was no one in sight. Then he espied two figures in the distance
walking towards him; one was his father, the other Irene. They saw him,
and his father waved his stick. There was no excuse; he had to pull up
and meet them.
He was bewildered, at a loss what to do, what to say; and as he thought
of Warren lying still in the churchyard he shuddered, and was almost
tempted to make a bolt.
"You are not often out of the hunt," said the Squire. "Irene let the cat
out of the bag, and told me you were here, and that Eli had borrowed
Random for you. I am glad to see you out with the hounds again, but you
ought to have come to breakfast."
"Have you had a fall, or missed the hounds?" asked Irene. "I am afraid I
have taught Random bad manners. Have you seen Warren?"
He made no answer, but looked vacantly before him, and she said,
anxiously, as she noticed the green moss from the stone on his coat--
"Have you hurt yourself? You look as though you have had a fall."
"I have not had a fall," he said, in a voice strangely unlike his own.
The Squire was quick at reading faces, and knew something had happened.
Did it concern Irene? Had Warren been injured? He took her by the arm
and said--
"Come, let us go home; and, as Ulick has missed the hounds, he can come
with us."
Irene hesitated. She felt Ulick was concealing something, either from
her or his father. What was it? Had anything happened to her husband?
She stepped forward before he dismounted, placing her hand on Random's
neck, and, looking up into his face, said, quickly--
"Something has happened; I can see it in your face. There has been an
accident. Is it Warren?"
He avoided her gaze. How could he tell her, and the churchyard where he
lay quite close by?
The Squire saw there was serious news, and said, as cheerfully as
possible--
"Has Warren had a spill? I hope it is not serious."
"Yes, he had a bad fall. I have just left him. I was riding for
assistance when I met you."
Irene turned white, and the Squire supported her.
"Where is he?" she said. "Let me go to him."
Ulick dismounted and said--
"You must be brave, Irene! Warren has had a very bad fall."
"Where is he?" she asked again.
"He attempted to leap the churchyard wall and follow the hounds. It is a
dangerous jump, and the horse fell, throwing him heavily."
"Then why do you delay? Ride for assistance at once! We will go to him,"
she said, and started off at a rapid pace in the direction of Glen
church.
This was Ulick's opportunity. He stepped up to his father, and said--
"Do what you can to comfort her. He's in the churchyard, lying on
Harewood's vault. I am better away."
"He is not----?" asked the Squire, and paused.
Ulick nodded. "He fell on his head on the slab and broke his neck. Now
go after her."
"Call out to her to stop; I can hardly limp along," said the Squire.
"Irene!" called Ulick.
She turned round, and he pointed to his father.
She came hurriedly back, and said--
"Take my arm--we will go together."
Ulick mounted Random and rode rapidly away to Hazelwell, where he
ordered a carriage and the requisite necessaries to be sent to the
church, and dispatched a man for the doctor.
Meanwhile the Squire and Irene were nearing Glen church.
"Irene," he said, in a low voice, "Ulick has told me Warren is very
badly injured; you must be prepared for the worst."
She looked at him with frightened eyes.
"Prepared for the worst!" she muttered. "Is his life in danger?"
"I am afraid so."
She gave a little sharp cry, and hurried forward again.
"You had better remain with me," he called, and she obeyed him without a
murmur.
They reached the churchyard, and passed under the porch through the
gateway, and at the far side, near the wall, the Squire saw a red coat
on a tombstone; then he distinguished the form of a man. Irene had not
seen it, and he led her down a side path.
"Be brave, Irene!" he said. "If he is in danger you will have to summon
up all your courage to help him."
"I will," she said; "indeed I will."
Then she saw the red coat, and started back, her hand pressed against
her heart, her eyes filled with horror.
"He is lying on the stone on the top of a vault," she said, in a hollow
voice. "How did he get there?"
She stumbled forward over the graves, leaving the Squire to follow. She
grazed her ankles, but heeded not, and at last she reached him.
Snatching the handkerchief away, she stood looking at his face, with the
closed eyes and the black mark on the neck. She stood perfectly still;
no cry came from her; but her look of horror told she knew he was dead.
The Squire reached her just as she fell forward, insensible, on her
husband's body. He lifted her tenderly in his arms, and sat down on the
slab. With one hand he drew the handkerchief over Warren's face again.
"This is a sad blow," he thought. "It is a blessing she is insensible.
It may be all for the best."
He allowed her to remain in this state for some minutes, and then tried
to rouse her. His foot pained him, but he scarcely felt it.
Irene opened her eyes and shuddered. At first she did not realise where
she was, but, as she caught sight of the gravestones, they recalled all.
"He is dead!" she said, slowly. "Poor Warren! he is dead!"
The tears came to her relief, and the Squire remained silent, with his
arm supporting her.
Suddenly she flung herself on Warren's body and moaned bitterly.
The Squire placed his hand on her shoulder, and said--
"Irene, bear up; there is much to be done. We must take him home--to
Hazelwell first, if you wish; it is nearer."
"No, no!" she said. "To the Manor. I want to be there with him alone!"
The carriage came, and was closely followed by Ulick and Dr. Harding,
who examined Warren, and found his neck broken.
Tenderly they placed him in the carriage. Irene insisted upon getting
in, and the Squire followed her, saying to Ulick--
"You and Dr. Harding had better follow us to the Manor."
Warren Courtly was taken back to his home, which he had left in the
morning full of health and spirits, if not happiness. He little thought,
when he mounted the fiery grey, how he was to return.
The news of the fatal accident soon spread, but it had not reached
Anselm Manor, and there was consternation when they arrived.
Mrs. Dixon did all in her power for her mistress, and managed to calm
and soothe her.
"It is dreadful!" moaned Irene.
She did not love Warren, but the shock of his death affected her
terribly. It was so sudden, so unlooked for; and he was so young. She
could hardly believe it. Dixon remained with her during the night, and
towards early morning she sank into a troubled slumber.
"I cannot remain here," said Ulick, soon after their arrival. "It would
not be right for me to do so. You will remain, father?"
"Yes; but you must go to Hazelwell," was the reply.
Warren was dead, and Irene knew nothing of his connection with Janet. He
was glad of that; he had no hesitation in going to Hazelwell now.
"I will," he replied, and the Squire gave a sigh of relief.
"Home again, at last!" he thought. "Warren's death has brought us
together again; once at Hazelwell he will not leave it."
Warren Courtly was buried in Anselm church, in the vault where several
of his ancestors reposed; and Irene was a widow, having been only a very
short time a wife, and that only in name.
It was a shock to the county, and the members of the Rushshire Hunt in
particular, and it was generally acknowledged Warren's rashness at
attempting such a leap caused his early death.
Ulick and the Squire examined the wall where the grey and his rider were
killed, and the latter said--
"I wonder what made him attempt it? As a rule he was not rash."
Ulick explained what had happened, and how Warren had dared him to
follow him.
"I wonder sometimes if he was angry because Irene lent me Random to
ride, and that caused him to act as he did."
"I should not be disposed to look at it in that light," answered his
father. "He may have been surprised to see you out, more especially on
Random; but there was no harm in your riding him. There was something
else at the bottom of the challenge he threw out to you. Did you ever
doubt his courage?"
"If I did, he was unaware of it," was the answer.
"Then it must have been in a sudden fit of rashness he did it," said the
Squire.
Janet Todd read the account of the fatal accident to Warren Courtly in
the paper, but she did not grieve much over his death, although she felt
sorry it had taken place. There was nothing now to hinder her returning
to her father, and it was the only thing she could do, as she had very
little money.
She wrote to Eli begging his forgiveness, and asking if he would take
her back. Needless to say, his reply was loving and fatherly, and he
implored her to come home without delay.
Janet returned, and Eli--good, large-hearted man that he was--received
her with open arms, and she was grateful for his kindness.
Some weeks after her return he said to her one night--
"Janet, I had made up my mind never to allude to the past, but I will
ask you one question and have done with it."
She knew what the question was, and decided there could be no harm in
answering it now, more especially as Irene knew the whole circumstances.
"I will answer any question you care to ask me," she said.
"Who induced you to run away and leave me?" he asked.
"Warren Courtly."
"I thought as much," was his reply.