LIZZI'S VENGEANCE.
On the last night of November a gypsy-like covered wagon stopped at the
farther end of the river bridge at Three-Sisters. From it Levi and Gill
alighted. Matthi and Cassi followed, and then paused to assist Parson
Lawrence to the ground. Levi and Gill entered the bridge immediately at
a rapid pace, the others following leisurely. Bill Kellar, Blind Benner,
and Hunch were left in the wagon to follow later, in time to be guests
at the wedding by the church's ceremony of Gill and Lizzi.
She sat near the stove, rocking the new cradle her father had brought
that day from the chopping. It was made of wild grape-vines ingeniously
plaited, and rocked smoothly on oak rockers. She was very proud of it,
and as she moved it with a light motion of her foot, she hummed a
lullaby which had soothed both grandfather and grandchild, for they
slept, he sitting in the arm-chair where his wife died. His clay pipe
was held lightly between his fingers.
Some one entered without knocking, and Lizzi slowly turned from the fire
at which she had been gazing vacantly. Her glad cry of welcome startled
her father, and the pipe slipped to the floor, breaking it in pieces;
but he did not heed it, so astounded was he at seeing Lizzi throw her
arms around a man's neck and lay her head against his chest. The man
apparently was a stranger, but Lizzi soon informed her father who she
greeted so affectionately.
"Oh, John!" she said, "you have come back at last, and I'll not see a
finger pointing at me from everybody's eyes any more."
Gill had no reply ready for such a welcome, and none suggested itself to
him. So he remained silent, while Lizzi, forgetful of the open door,
wept on his shoulder. Levi, gazing upon the scene, was fully repaid for
his long search for Gill.
Presently Peter arose, and walked with dignity to the door. Laying his
hand on the latch, he paused and said sternly:
"Ef yer come back, Mister Gillfillan, ter cure the hurt yer give Lizzi,
I'll shet this door with yer inside; but ef yer ain't, better let me
shet it as yer found it yerself, with yer out in the dark."
Calmly he awaited the reply.
"If I have come for anything but Lizzi and the baby there in the cradle,
I hope she will never forgive me for being away from her so long."
Gill spoke frankly.
When Peter slammed the door he was outside, peering into the darkness
and hoping to discover the sons for whom his heart longed.
The jar caused by the door being shut so positively awoke the baby, and
it began to cry.
"Come see the baby, John," said Lizzi. "There isn't a finer boy in the
regi'n."
Then running to the cradle, she patted and soothed the child, exclaiming
in the glad language and fond tones of happy mothers: "Oh! oh! it was
too bad for its granddaddy to scare it awake that way."
She did not lift the infant from the cradle, for she wanted to keep Gill
in ignorance as long as possible of the fire-mark that disfigured its
cheek.
He admired his son very much, yet in lame sentences that seemed forced.
A twinge of disappointment shot through Lizzi's heart, and a shadow of
vexation passed over her face. Seeing the change in her countenance, he
said:
"You know, Lizzi, that a man isn't much at praising a baby, no matter if
he thinks it the prettiest child ever born."
This in a measure satisfied her, and, smiling brightly, she said:
"I think he looks like you, John."
He laughed, and sat down in the chair she had placed for him beside the
one she had occupied. She, too, sat down, taking his hand in hers.
They were silent, she trying to frame a question about his absence, and
he seeking for a proper introduction to the story he meant to tell. An
exclamation from Peter McAnay interrupted her just as she had formulated
her inquiry and was going to utter it.
"It's Levi," she cried, as his voice was heard replying to his father.
Hastening to the door, she opened it, and paused on the threshold. Her
father was saying:
"Boys, I knowed yer was here when I waked up an' seen Gill. Yer done
well, an' yer hev yer father's blessin'."
Gathered around him were Levi, Matthi, and Cassi, and just beyond them,
in the semi-darkness, she could see another person, a tall man with
white hair and beard.
Glancing quickly over her shoulder, she saw that Gill had risen and was
standing near the table on which the lighted candles stood. Had not
Cassi, who was nearest to her, thrown his arms around her, she would
have shut the door and run to Gill to ask him a question. But Cassi held
her and was kissing her cheek, and the other boys pressed forward for a
welcome. Forced thus to remain she received her brothers, as joyously as
her chilling heart would permit, gazing inquiringly the while at Parson
Lawrence, whom she had recognized. At last, released from her brothers'
embraces, she entered the house and went to the cradle, giving Gill an
appealing look for an explanation of it all as she passed him. He
stepped forward to speak to her, but Peter McAnay interrupted again.
"Lizzi, we'll have a great weddin' ter-night."
She had dropped on her knees by the cradle to soothe the infant,
petulant at being neglected. Without rising, she looked over her
shoulder at Gill, who went nearer to her and said:
"Lizzi, your father and brothers think we had better be married by a
preacher; then no one would question our relations."
Slowly she rose to her full height, the baby held to her bosom, and her
look defiant, uncompromising.
"No," she said, "married once to the same man is enough. If the first
time isn't right, the second can't make it so. No, I won't throw doubt
on my boy." Then she paused and kissed the child. "No"--something choked
her, but she gulped and continued bravely--"I won't marry you again,
John, for it would cast doubt on the boy."
There was a pathetic tenderness in her voice. Not yet had she given up
her husband.
"You were all right," exclaimed the impetuous Levi, "but your marriage
was not legal."
Gill turned to him in silent appeal. Lizzi listened with her lips apart,
gazing in mute inquiry from one to the other of the men before her.
Deliberately she tore open her dress and got the marriage-certificate
once so precious in her eyes. Holding it before them with a shaking
hand, she said:
"This is all I've got to keep my name clean and give my boy a right to
his father's name. Why isn't it legal?"
There was a wail in her unsteady voice that cut her hearers to the
heart.
"Because Squire Harker married you before he was commissioned, when he
had no right to issue writs or marry people."
Levi spoke in a lawyer-like way, and the terrible meaning of each word
was plain to her.
"John, did you know it?"
Her effort to be calm was great. Her voice indicated the measure of her
success, as in even cold tones she asked for the truth.
He hesitated.
The certificate fluttered to the floor.
As she turned her back upon them all, Blind Benner, led by Hunch, came
into the room. She sank upon her knees. The blind man groped his way to
her and knelt by her side.
"Oh, John, you wronged me! You wronged me! You wronged me!" she repeated
piteously, as she laid her head on the blind man's shoulder, and held
her child close to her breast.
Parson Lawrence's beard was wet with the tears that flowed unheeded down
his cheeks.
The brothers looked murder as their gleaming eyes saw their old father
sink helpless and undone in a chair, while their sister grovelled before
them.
In Hunch's hand, partly concealed, glittered the knife Gill had drawn on
Levi in the circus-tent.
All waited for Gill to act, for upon him lay the burden of proof,
although he was really the defendant in the case. Advancing to Lizzi he
laid his hand gently on her shoulder, and said:
"Lizzi."
His touch restored her queenliness to her, and she stood erect in the
majesty of scorn. Her contempt flashed from her eyes as with a
magnificent sweep of her perfect arm she repelled him.
"What did you tell your mother?" she demanded, while with bowed head he
obeyed the command of the gesture.
He did not lift his eyes.
"His mother had been dead for five years," said Levi, angrily.
"Then who wrote this?" she inquired imperiously, producing from the
pocket where it had lain beside the certificate, which she now trampled
upon, the letter Gill had read to her the night before his departure on
the pretended visit to his mother.
All eyes were directed to him. His gaze was riveted to the floor.
"Oh, John, John! how could you, and in your mother's name, too?"
That was her only rebuke when his plan to ruin her was fully revealed.
With downcast eyes and slow step she moved towards the stove, intending
to destroy the letter, but Levi snatched it from her hand, and read it
aloud, despite her protestations.
When he had finished the letter he leaped at Gill with a shriek of rage,
and thrust it into his face. Gill did not attempt to run or show fight,
as Levi's hand closed on his throat in a grip that meant sure and speedy
death.
"No, Levi, no; you must not punish him: leave that to me. And, Hunch
Blair, how dare you?"
She stamped her foot at Hunch, and entwined her fingers around Levi's,
her touch thrilling Gill as always it had done when she caressed him.
Hunch had darted forward with the knife uplifted, but Cassi had
restrained him.
Matthi had turned to Parson Lawrence, who had begun to remonstrate, but
ceased when Lizzi went to Gill's rescue.
Peter McAnay rose and looked approvingly on his son wreaking vengeance
on the betrayer of his daughter, and frowned when she interfered to
prevent a murder.
Levi obeyed her with savage reluctance, and Gill stood free, gasping for
breath.
All the while Lizzi had held the baby to her heart, which she thought
would not thump so hard if the child were pressed against it.
Hunch blurted, as he gave up the knife:
"He drawed it on Levi, an' I wanted ter stick it inter him."
That informed Lizzi fully: Gill had been compelled to come back to her.
Looking around upon her brothers, she tried to smile gratefully, but it
was a dim light that flittered across her face to leave a deeper
shadow. They had meant well, but far better for her had they left Gill
where they found him; for then, had he not returned, she would not have
known that she had been his victim, and would have continued to mourn
for him as dead, believing herself his widow.
Holding the child before him, she said: "Take your last look at him,
John. See the fire-mark. I shivered when I first saw it, but didn't mind
it long, for it made me think I had saved you from death once. But I do
mind," and her voice rose and vibrated in scorn, "if he bears your name.
That would be an awful mark on his soul for God to look at; a horrid
ugly scar that would make him hideous to the angels that rung his
mother's weddin' bell."
Her voice faltered a little as that pine-grove memory came over her, but
it became strong again as she addressed Parson Lawrence.
"Will you baptize my boy?" she asked.
"Yes, yes," the saintly man replied, his voice ill controlled.
"His name will be Peter McAnay," she said simply. Then facing Gill, she
held the child to him.
"You may kiss him, John."
The boy cried when Gill pressed his lips to the purple mark.
At that moment a sharp crash of glass was heard. The elbow of a man
pushed by the crowd behind him on the porch had gone through a pane in
the sash.
"Let down the blind, Hunch," Lizzi commanded.
Hunch pulled the string, tied in a bow, and the green shade shut off the
crowd.
"Now, John, good-by."
She held out her hand to him, but withdrew it quickly. Her momentary
tenderness vanished when she saw the eagerness in his eyes. She dared
not shake hands, remembering how he had clung to her in Sugar-Camp
Hollow. Another opportunity she dared not give him now, for he must know
she was implacable. With the boy held to her bosom as if to shield him
from Gill, she stood erect and pointed to the door.
"Go!"
It was a stern command.
She met his appealing look with unyielding gaze.
Slowly he walked to the door.
"Wait!" she called.
He paused, but did not turn.
"Have you any money?"
"Yes," he replied eagerly, and came back to her, a roll of bills in his
extended hand.
"Give it to Levi."
"So much is mine, Levi," and she named an amount, remembering to a cent
how much of his money she had spent.
Levi counted the sum, making change from his pocket.
Matthi and Cassi stood near the door, looking on in amazement. Parson
Lawrence leaned against a table. Peter McAnay sat with his face buried
in his hands. Hunch walked nervously around the room, while Blind Benner
waited near Lizzi, hoping she would speak to him.
Levi returned the balance of the money to Gill; he proffered it to
Lizzi.
"Not a cent," she said proudly. "The money you gave Levi is what I spent
of his savin's, when I thought I was your wife; but not a cent of your
money will I take from this on. I'll scrub and wash for a livin', if I
must, and Benner, here, will help take care of little Peter. Now go!"
Compelled to give vent to her feelings, she impulsively kissed Blind
Benner. His hand was across her eyes as he lovingly felt her face, and
she did not see Gill pass through the door.