A Fearful Alternative.
A Quarter of an hour might have passed, when he left his superior
officers to go to his own room. He had just set foot in the corridor
when a dark figure left the wall where it had been standing motionless,
and crossed his path.
"Lieutenant Fernow, I have been a long time awaiting you!"
Walter paused; he recognized the American.
"What do you want of me, Mr. Alison?"
"Can I have the honor of a conversation with you?"
Fernow glanced at his watch, he had nearly an hour's time. "I am at
your service," he said.
He knew what was coming; a single glance at Alison's face had convinced
him that Jane's apprehensions were well founded. And this also! Not a
single drop of the bitter cup was to be spared him!
Alison, without a word further, had passed on before him, and opened a
door opposite. Walter for a moment hesitated about entering; it was the
room in which he had just been speaking with Jane. Alison remarked his
embarrassment.
"We shall be undisturbed here. Or, have you perhaps an antipathy to
this room?"
Without answering, the young officer hastily passed the threshold, and
Alison followed him. The room was again quite solitary. The hanging
lamp sent down its subdued light, the fire in the grate burned low;
but red gleams now and then shot forth from the embers, throwing an
ill-omened light around these two forms. Walter, as before, leaned
against the mantel; opposite him, in the place where Jane had sat,
stood Henry; between them the dim reflection of the fire.
Strange as it might seem, the same sentiment glowed in the souls of
these two men; fiery, overmastering passion for one being, and both
alike hopeless, stood amid the ruins of their happiness; but in the
outward appearance of the two, this common sentiment found an
infinitely different expression.
Upon the German's face lay a white, motionless calm; his deep, dreamy
nature was not one to break loose from a passion which had engraven
itself in the profoundest depths of his heart, and had taken root there
forever. He could neither conquer nor endure it; but the alternative he
had chosen, had nothing in it base or humiliating. "He who falls by a
stray bullet, dies also a hero's death," thought he, and there was
something like inspiration in the glance he now turned to the park,
where rays of light began to pierce the shadows among the trees--the
moon had just risen in the East.
In striking contrast to him was the man who stood opposite--Henry's
features were distorted by a really demoniac fury; his eyes had a
glance of evil omen, and only by an exertion of all his strength could
he control the convulsive quivering of his lips. The cool calculation
with which the young merchant had stretched forth his hand to grasp a
million, had succeeded; but the love he had promised himself with all
this was of far more value. Fearfully, passion asserted her right;
under her spell, blind, unsympathetic for all else, he was about to
sacrifice life and honor for her sake.
Walter waited in silence for some minutes, until Alison could so
control his emotion as to speak. His voice had a hoarse, metallic tone,
as he at last said:
"I wish an explanation from you, Lieutenant Fernow, which you cannot
well deny me. Almost an hour ago you had an interview in this room with
Miss Forest."
"Yes; and were you a witness of it?"
"I was!"
The young officer remained perfectly calm. "Then you must have heard
what was said."
Alison's lips curled in scorn. "You spoke German with her, the beloved
mother-tongue! And so the confessions of your love and tenderness were
debarred from me. But one name, I heard. It sounded very sweet, that
'Johanna,' almost as sweet as the 'Walter' from her lips!"
A slight flush passed over Walter's face; but he quickly repressed his
emotion. "I believe you had a question to ask me, Mr. Alison," he said.
"Let us stick to our subject!"
"Yes, let us stick to our subject!" replied Alison, in a hollow voice.
"You love Miss Forest!"
"Yes!"
"And are loved in return?" Walter was silent, but Alison's eyes flamed
upon him in such consuming hatred, that any evasion here would have
seemed cowardice.
"Yes!" he returned firmly.
A sound came from Henry's lips like the hiss of a wounded serpent.
"I regret that I must disturb this perfect understanding. Perhaps Miss
Forest has already told you that I have prior rights, and am not
inclined to resign them to you."
"She has told me!"
"Well, then, you must understand that if the hand of Miss Forest is
pledged to me, I will tolerate no love in her to any one but her future
husband; at least to no _living_ man!"
Walter recoiled in horror. "Does that mean a challenge?"
"Yes; do not start back, Lieutenant Fernow, I waive all your German
proprieties as to witnesses, seconds and preliminaries, I offer you a
far simpler method. We will draw lots, or throw dice, we two alone, and
fortune shall decide. The losing one shall pledge his word of honor not
to be among the living twenty-four hours after, and the thing is done."
There was an expression of contempt on Walter's face as he coldly
replied; "I regret, Mr. Alison, that this sort of satisfaction does not
accord with my ideas of honor. If we must be arrayed against each
other, let it be in the orthodox way, eye to eye with weapon in hand. I
would fight for my life; not cast lots for it."
Alison's eyes flashed in annihilating scorn. "It certainly may not be
so poetical as your German duel, but it is more--sure!"
"But I will not consent. And besides you seem to forget that such a
thing is not to be thought of while I belong to the army. My life is
not my own, it is my country's. I must not deprive my fatherland of one
even the least of its defenders, and while the war lasts, I must
neither seek nor yield to private revenge. If I fall, your wish will be
gratified; if not, after peace is declared, I am ready to give you the
required satisfaction--not before!"
Alison laughed derisively. "After the peace! Perhaps when you have
returned to your professor's chair, when rector and regent, when in
case of need the whole university covers you with the aegis of science;
when all rise in moral exasperation against a barbarism of the middle
ages, least of all befitting a teacher of youth. Then at last, impelled
by these higher considerations, you will decline! It is a masterly
idea, Lieutenant Fernow! But I am not simple enough to fall into the
snare you set for me!"
Walter's face glowed with suppressed rage. Involuntarily, ha laid his
hand upon his sword.
"How many of the battles in which I have fought, have you gazed at
through a spy-glass?" he asked coolly.
The reproach was effectual, but it only the more enraged Alison. It was
a tiger's glance he gave the man standing before him.
"Let us end this!" he said savagely. "I offer you one more choice. Give
me this night the satisfaction I demand either in my way or in yours. I
am ready for all, or--"
"Or what?"
"The consequences be upon your own head!"
Walter crossed his arms and gazed down at his enemy, as if from an
unapproachable height. "It cannot possibly happen tonight, as I shall
not be here. I must go to the mountains--" A wild, terrible gleam shot
suddenly from Alison's eyes; he bent forward and listened, intent and
breathless, to what followed--"and all that remains to me is to repeat
to you my former words: our quarrel must rest until the end of the war;
it cannot be settled a day sooner, and if you seek to force me through
insults, I shall appeal to my superior officers."
The last threat was quite unnecessary, for Alison had all at once
become calm, strangely calm; he smiled, but it was a smile so icy-cold
as to make one shudder.
"Another irrevocable _no_! Very well! But if we should chance to meet
again, Lieutenant Fernow, remember that it was I who offered you
honorable combat, and that you refused it. _Au revoir!_"
He went. Walter remained motionless in his place and gazed silently
down at the last faint glow of the expiring embers. Dead, like the
bright glowing flames that had lighted his interview with Jane; dead
alike their vivid reflection, and last weary, fitful gleams; but now
and then solitary sparks quivered here and there, danced awhile like
_ignes fatui_ to and fro, and then at last sank away like all else, in
dust and ashes. Through the window, the moon now threw a long silver
stripe over the floor of the room. It would soon be time to go.
The door hastily opened; this time it was Mr. Atkins who excitedly
entered, and approached Fernow.
"I have been seeking you, Lieutenant Fernow!" he said uneasily. "You
are alone; has Mr. Alison not been with you?"
"He has just left me."
"I thought as much!" muttered Atkins. "I met him on the stairs. What
has happened? What is the trouble between you?"
Walter turned to go. "That, Mr. Atkins, is a matter which concerns him
and me alone. Good-night."
Atkins held him back; there was a strange uneasiness in his face.
"Listen to reason, Lieutenant Fernow," he said, "and at least, give me
an answer. Alison will tell me nothing, but his face says enough. I
come to warn you; guard yourself against him!"
Walter shrugged his shoulders. "If you think my life is in danger, you
tell me nothing new," he said. "Mr. Alison himself has declared that
one of us must leave the world."
"Has he challenged you?"
"He has; and I have told him that the quarrel must rest until the end
of the war."
"You little know Henry," said Atkins, "if you think he will submit to
that condition. A man driven to madness by passion, does not wait
months for his revenge. I do not like the look in his eyes, and I fear
it will not be well for you both to sleep to-night under one roof."
"That will not happen," said Walter calmly, "I have to go to the
mountains."
"And why must you go?" asked Atkins.
"My errand is a military secret."
"I hope you go well guarded?"
"I am to go alone."
Atkins started back and scanned him from head to foot. "It is very
inconsiderate in you to tell this so openly," he said half aloud.
"I certainly should not tell it to the castle servants or to the
villagers," said Walter. "I know you well enough, Mr. Atkins, to fear
no treachery on your part."
"And have you told Henry?"
"Yes, as much as I have told you, nothing more!"
"This is German simplicity which I cannot at all understand!" muttered
Atkins; then laying his hand on the young man's arm, he said with
almost frightful earnestness.
"Lieutenant Fernow, follow my advice. Do not go to the mountains
to-night. Your life is threatened; yours alone. Delegate this duty to
one of your comrades."
"I cannot!"
"Then at least take a guard with you."
"It is impossible, Mr. Atkins!"
"Well, then, you rush onto your own destruction," cried Atkins
excitedly. "I have done my duty; now the consequences be upon your own
head!"
"Compose yourself," returned Walter, with a gesture of impatience.
"Your apprehensions are unfounded. I tell you it is impossible for any
one who does not know the password to go from here to the mountains. We
have a triple line of outposts."
These words failed to pacify Atkins. "You do not know Alison!" he said.
"He is an uncontrollable nature whom circumstances and education have
subdued only to outward seeming in making him simply a man of business.
If such a nature once bursts its long accustomed barriers, it passes
all bounds. In his present mood he is capable of anything."
"But not of murder!" said Walter calmly.
"But you have denied him the one legitimate way of revenge, and he will
hardly concern himself with ideal conceptions of right and wrong. Be on
your guard, Lieutenant Fernow; I cannot vouch for him."
"I have a better opinion of Mr. Alison than you have," returned Walter.
"He may hate me to death, but I do not think him capable of the crime
you have hinted at. Tell him"--here a peculiar, almost ghastly smile
passed over the melancholy face of the young officer--"tell him he need
not take my life, his wish may be fulfilled without it. I must go, Mr.
Atkins--give my regards to Miss Forest, and--farewell?"
Hastily leaving the room he went to his own chamber.