FATE IS AGAINST SOME PEOPLE, FROM THE CRADLE TO THE GRAVE.
Change is the law of wind and moon and lover--
And yet I think, lost Love, had you been true,
Some golden fruits had ripened for your plucking
You will not find in gardens that are new.
L. C. M.
When Gerelda Northrup bid Captain Frazier good-night, and linked her arm
within her mother's, and retired to their apartments, Mrs. Northrup
could not help notice how carefully her daughter guarded the great
crimson beauty rose she wore on her breast.
The mother also noticed that the handsome captain wore a bud of the same
kind in the lapel of his coat.
"My dear," she said, "I think you are going a little too far with
Captain Frazier. It will not do to flirt with him on the very eve of
your marriage with Hubert Varrick."
"There isn't the least bit of harm in it, mamma," Gerelda answered.
"Captain Frazier is a delightful companion. Why shouldn't I enjoy his
society?"
"Because it is playing with edged tools," declared Mrs. Northrup. "The
captain is desperately in love with you."
"You should not blame him for lingering by my side to the very last
moment."
"Trouble will come of it, I fear," returned the other. "He is always at
your side."
"Save your lecture until to-morrow. I am sure it will keep. Do please
ring the bell for my maid; it is nearly eleven o'clock, and I must not
lose my beauty-sleep."
Gerelda Northrup knew in her own mind that all her mother said was but
too true; but the spirit of coquetry was so deeply imbedded in her
nature that she would not resign her sceptre over her old lovers' hearts
until the last moment.
Of course the captain understood thoroughly that all her love was given
to Hubert Varrick, and that it was only a very mild flirtation with
himself she was indulging in.
She would have trembled could she have read the thoughts of Captain
Frazier at that very moment.
In his elegant apartment, at the further end of the corridor, the
captain was pacing the floor, wild with his own thoughts.
"My God! can I live through it?" he muttered. "How can I live and endure
it? How can I stand by and see the girl I love made another man's bride,
without the mad desire to slay him overpowering me? If I would not have
the crime of murder on my soul, I must leave this place to-night, and
never look upon Gerelda's beautiful face again. One day more of this
would drive me mad. Great Heaven! why did I linger by her side when I
knew my danger? There are times when I could almost swear that Gerelda
cares quite as much for me as she does for Hubert Varrick. If I had had
a fair chance I think I could have won her from him. No, I will not see
her again-- I will leave here this very night."
The captain rang the bell furiously, and called for a brandy and soda.
Soon after he left the hotel, saying that he would send for his luggage
later.
But even after he had done all that, Captain Frazier stood motionless in
the grounds watching the darkened windows of Gerelda's room.
The fire in his brain, produced by the potion he had taken, made sad
havoc with his imagination. He thought of how the knights of old did
when the girls they loved were about to wed rivals.
Was he less brave than they? And he thought, standing there under the
night sky, how cleverly the gypsy had outwitted Blue-beard at the very
altar to which he had led his blushing brides.
Great was Miss Northrup's consternation the next morning when she
learned through a little note left for her that Captain Frazier had
taken his departure from the Crossmon Hotel the preceding night. A sigh
of relief fell from her red lips.
"Perhaps it is better so," she said.
A messenger who brought a great basket of orchids and white roses,
entered.
Hidden among the flowers, Gerelda found a little note in Varrick's
handwriting:
"I hope my darling rested well. Heaven has made the day beautiful
because it is our marriage morn."
It was an odd notion of Gerelda's to steal away from their elegant city
mansion and her dear five hundred friends, to have the ceremony
performed quietly up at the Thousand Islands, with only a select few to
witness it.
Great preparations had been made in the hotel for the approaching
marriage. The spacious private parlors to be used were perfect fairy
bowers of roses and green leaves.
Up to this very morning Miss Northrup's imported wedding-gown had not
arrived. Mrs. Northrup and Hubert Varrick were wild with anxiety and
impatience over the affair. Gerelda alone took the matter calmly.
"It will be here some time to-day," she averred. "The wedding will be
delayed but a few hours, after all, and I don't know but that I prefer
an evening wedding to a morning one, anyhow."
It was almost dark ere the long-looked-for bridal _trousseau_ arrived.
Varrick drew a great breath of relief.
He welcomed the shadows of night with the greatest joy. He never
afterward remembered how he lived until the hour of eight rolled round.
He had not long to wait in the little anteroom where she was to join
him. The few invited guests who were so fortunate as to receive
invitations were all present.
A low murmur of admiration ran around that little group as the heavy
silken _portieres_ that separated the anteroom from the reception parlor
were drawn aside, and Hubert Varrick entered with the beautiful heiress
leaning on his arm.
In her gloved right hand she carried a prayer-book of pearl and gold. A
messenger had brought it, handing it to her just as she was about to
enter the anteroom.
"It is from an unknown friend," whispered the boy, so low that even
Varrick did not catch the words. "A simple wish accompanies it," the boy
went on, "and that is, when the ceremony is but just begun, you will
raise the little book to your lips for the sake of the unknown friend
who sends it to you."
Gerelda smiled and promised, thoughtlessly enough, that she would
comply.
"Are you ready, my darling?" said Hubert.
His thoughts were so confused at the time, that he had paid little heed
to the messenger or noticed what he had brought to Gerelda, or what
their conversation was about, or that the boy fled like a dark-winged
shadow down the corridor after he had executed his errand.
She took her place by his side. Ah! how proud he was of her superb
beauty, of her queenly carriage, and her haughty demeanor! Surely she
was a bride worth winning--a queen among girls!
Slowly and solemnly the marriage ceremony began. Varrick answered
promptly and clearly the questions put to him. Then the minister turned
to the slender, staturesque figure by his side.
"Will you take this man to be your lawful, wedded husband, to love,
honor, and obey him till death do you part?" he asked.
At that moment all assembled thought they heard a low, muffled whistle.
Before making answer, Gerelda raised the beautiful pearl and gold
prayer-book and kissed it.
She tried to speak the words: "I will;" but all in an instant her lips
grew stiff and refused to utter them.
No sound save a low gasp broke the terrible stillness.
She had kissed the little prayer-book as she had so laughingly and
thoughtlessly promised to do, ere she uttered the words that would make
her Hubert Varrick's wife. And what had happened to her? She was gasping
for breath--dying!
The little book fell unheeded at her feet, and her head drooped
backward.
With a great cry, Hubert Varrick caught her.
"It is only a momentary dizziness," said Varrick, half leading, half
carrying her into the anteroom and up to the window, and throwing open
the sash.
"Rest here, my darling, while I fetch you a glass of water," he said, as
he placed her in a chair and rushed from the room.
The event just narrated had happened so suddenly that Mrs. Northrup and
those in the outer apartment were for the time being fairly dazed,
unable to move or stir.
And by the time they had recovered their senses Hubert had reappeared
with a glass of water in his hand.
Mrs. Northrup was too excited to leave her seat; but the rest followed
quickly on Hubert's heels to the anteroom.
One instant more and a wild, hoarse cry in Varrick's voice echoed
through the place.
The room was empty! Where was Gerelda? There was no means of exit from
that room save the door by which he had entered. Perhaps she had leaned
from the window and fallen out. He rushed quickly to it and glanced
down, with a wild prayer to Heaven to give him strength to bear what he
might see lying on the ground below. But instead of a white, upturned
face, and a shimmering heap of satin and lace, he beheld a ladder, which
was placed close against the window; and half-way down upon it, caught
firmly upon one of the rounds, he beheld a torn fragment of lace, which
he instantly recognized as part of Gerelda's wedding veil.
He could neither move nor speak. The sight held him spell-bound. By this
time Mrs. Northrup reached his side.
"Oh! I might have known it, I might have guessed it!" she wildly cried,
clutching at Varrick's arm. "She must have eloped with--with Captain
Frazier," she whispered.
"Hush!" cried Varrick. "I know it, I believe it, but no one must know. I
see it all. She repented of marrying me at the eleventh hour, and ere it
was too late she fled with the lover who must have awaited her, in an
agony of suspense, outside."
All the guests had gathered about them.
"Where is Miss Gerelda?" they all cried in a breath.
"She must have fallen from the window," they echoed; and immediately
there was a stampede out toward the grounds.
In the excitement of the moment no one noticed that Hubert Varrick and
Mrs. Northrup were left behind.
"Help me to bear this dreadful burden, Hubert!" she sobbed, hoarsely. "I
think I am going mad. I thank God that Gerelda's father did not live to
see this hour!"
Great as her grief was, the anguish on the face which Hubert Varrick
raised to hers was pitiful to behold.
She was terrified. She saw that he needed comfort quite as much as
herself.
The minister, who had entered the room unobserved, had heard all. He
quitted the apartment as quickly as he had entered it, and hurried
through the corridor to his friend Doctor Roberts.
"The greatest blessing you could do, doctor, would be to come to him
quickly, and give him a potion that will make him dead to his trouble
for a little while."