MRS. WEYMORE'S STORY.
Lady Thetford sat up among her pillows and looked at her hired dependent
with wide open eyes of astonishment. The pale, timid face of Mrs.
Weymore wore a look altogether new.
"Listen to your story! My dear Mrs. Weymore, what possible interest can
your story have for me?"
"More than you think, my lady. You are so much stronger to-day than
usual, and Sir Rupert's marriage is so very near that I must speak now
or never."
"Sir Rupert!" my lady gasped. "What has your story to do with Sir
Rupert?"
"You will hear," Mrs. Weymore said, very sadly. "Heaven knows I should
have told you long ago; but it is a story few would care to tell. A
cruel and shameful story of wrong and misery; for, my lady, I have been
cruelly wronged by one who was once very near to you."
Lady Thetford turned ashen white.
"Very near to me! Do you mean----"
"My lady, listen, and you shall hear. All those years that I have been
with you, I have not been what I seemed. My name is not Weymore. My name
is Thetford--as yours is."
An awful terror had settled down on my lady's face. Her lips moved, but
she did not speak. Her eyes were fixed on the sad, set face before her,
with a wild, expectant stare.
"I was a widow when I came to you," Mrs. Weymore went on to say, "but
long before I had known that worst widowhood, desertion. I ran away from
my happy home, from the kindest father and mother that ever lived; I ran
away and was married and deserted before I was eighteen years old.
"He came to our village, a remote place, my lady, with a local celebrity
for its trout streams, and for nothing else. He came, the man whom I
married, on a visit to the great house of the place. We had not the
remotest connection with the house, or I might have known his real name.
When I did know him it was as Mr. Noel--he told me himself, and I never
thought of doubting it. I was as simple and confiding as it is possible
for the simplest village girl to be, and all the handsome stranger told
me was gospel truth; and my life only began, I thought, from the hour I
saw him first.
"I met him at the trout streams fishing, and alone. I had come to while
the long, lazy hours under the trees. He spoke to me--the handsome
stranger, whom I had seen riding through the village beside the squire,
like a young prince; and I was only too pleased and flattered by his
notice. It is many years ago, my lady, and Mr. Noel took a fancy to my
pink-and-white face and fair curls, as fine gentlemen will. It was only
fancy--never, at its best, love; or he would not have deserted me
pitilessly as he did. I know it now; but then I took the tinsel for pure
gold, and would as soon have doubted the Scripture as his lightest word.
"My lady, it is a very old story, and very often told. We met by stealth
and in secret; and weeks passed and I never learned he was other than
what I knew him. I loved with my whole foolish, trusting heart, strongly
and selfishly; and I was ready to give up home, and friends and
parents--all the world for him. All the world, but not my good name, and
he knew that; and, my lady, we were married--really and truly and
honestly married, in a little church in Berkshire, in Windsor; and the
marriage is recorded in the register of the church, and I have the
marriage certificate here in my possession."
Mrs. Weymore touched her bosom as she spoke, and looked with earnest,
truthful eyes at Lady Thetford. But Lady Thetford's face was averted and
not to be seen.
"His fancy for me was as fleeting as all his fancies; but it was strong
enough and reckless enough whilst it lasted to make him forget all
consequences. For it was surely a reckless act for a gentleman, such as
he was, to marry the daughter of a village schoolmaster.
"There was but one witness to our marriage--my husband's servant--George
Vyking. I never liked the man; he was crafty, and cunning, and
treacherous, and ready for any deed of evil; but he was in his master's
confidence, and took a house for us at Windsor and lived with us, and
kept his master's secrets well."
Mrs. Weymore paused, her hands fluttering in painful unrest. The averted
face of Lady Thetford never turned, but a smothered voice bade her go
on.
"A year passed, my lady, and I still lived in the house at Windsor, but
quite alone now. My punishment had begun very early; two or three months
sufficed to weary my husband of his childish village girl, and make him
thoroughly repent his folly. I saw it from the first--he never tried to
hide it from me; his absence grew longer and longer, more and more
frequent, until at last he ceased coming altogether. Vyking, the valet,
came and went; and Vyking told me the truth--the hard, cruel, bitter
truth, that I was never to see my husband more.
"'It was the maddest act of a mad young man's life,' Vyking said to me,
coolly, 'and he's repented of it, as I knew he would repent. You'll
never see him again, mistress, and you needn't search for him, either.
When you find last winter's snow, last autumn's partridges, then you may
hope to find him.'
"'But I am his wife,' I said; 'nothing can undo that--his lawful, wedded
wife.'
"'Yes,' said Vyking, 'his wife fast enough; but there's the law of
divorce, and there's no witness but me alive, and you can do your best;
and the best you can do is to take it easy and submit. He'll provide for
you handsomely; and when he gets the divorce, if you like, I'll marry
you myself.'
"I had grown to expect some such revelation, I had been neglected so
long. My lady, I don't speak of my feelings, my anguish and shame, and
remorse and despair--I only tell you here simple facts. But in the days
and weeks which followed, I suffered as I never can suffer again in this
world.
"I was held little better than a prisoner in the house at Windsor after
that; and I think Vyking never gave up the hope that I would one day
consent to marry him. More than once I tried to run away, to get on the
track of my betrayer, but always to be met and foiled. I have gone down
on my knees to that man Vyking, but I might as well have knelt to a
statue of stone.
"'I'll tell you what we'll do,' he said, 'we'll go to London. People are
beginning to look and talk about here; there they know how to mind their
own business.'
"I consented readily enough. My one hope now was to find the man who had
wronged me, and in London I thought I stood a better chance that at
Windsor. We started, Vyking and I; but driving to the station we met
with an accident, our horse ran away and I was thrown out; after that I
hardly remember anything for a long time.
"Weeks passed before I recovered. Then I was told my baby had been born
and died. I listened in a sort of dull apathy; I had suffered so much
that the sense of suffering was dulled and blunted. I knew Vyking well
enough not to trust him or believe him; but I was powerless to act, and
could only turn my face to the wall and pray to die.
"But I grew strong, and Vyking took me to London, and left me in
respectably-furnished lodgings. I might have escaped easily enough here,
but the energy even to wish for freedom was gone; I sat all day long in
a state of miserable, listless languor, heart-weary, heart-sick, worn
out.
"One day Vyking came to my rooms in a furious state of passion. He and
his master had quarreled. I never knew about what; and Vyking had been
ignominiously dismissed. The valet tore up and down my parlor in a
towering passion.
"'I'll make Sir Noel pay for it, or my name's not Vyking,' he cried. 'He
thinks because he's married an heiress he can defy me now. But there's a
law in this land to punish bigamy; and I'll have him up for bigamy the
moment he's back from his wedding tour.'
"I turned and looked at him, but very quietly, 'Sir Noel,' I said. 'Do
you mean my husband?'
"'I mean Miss Vandeleur's husband now,' said Vyking. '_You'll_ never see
him again, my girl. Yes, he's Sir Noel Thetford, of Thetford Towers,
Devonshire; and you can go and call on his pretty new wife as soon as
she comes home.'
"I turned away and looked out of the window without a word. Vyking
looked at me curiously.
"'Oh! we've got over it, have we; and we're going to take it easy and
not make a scene? Now that's what I call sensible. And you'll come
forward and swear Sir Noel guilty of bigamy?"
"'No,' I said, 'I never will.'
"'You won't--and why not?'
"'Never mind why. I don't think you would understand if I told you--only
I won't.'
"'Couldn't you be coaxed?'
"'No.'
"'Don't be too sure. Perhaps I could tell you something that might move
you, quiet as you are. What if I told you your baby did not die that
time, but was alive and well?'
"I knew a scene was worse than useless with this man, tears and
entreaties thrown away. I heard his last words and started to my feet
with outstretched hands.
"'Vyking, for the dear Lord's sake, have pity on a desolate woman, and
tell me the truth.'
"'I am telling you the truth. Your boy is alive and well, and I've
christened him Guy--Guy Vyking. Don't you be scared--he's all safe; and
the day you appear in court against Sir Noel, that day he shall be
restored to you. Now don't you go and get excited, think it over, and
let me know your decision when I come back.'
"He left the room before I could answer, and I never saw Vyking again.
The next day, reading the morning paper, I saw the arrest of a pair of
house-breakers, and the name of the chief was George Vyking, late valet
to Sir Noel Thetford. I tried to get to see him in prison, but failed.
His trial came on, his sentence was transportation for ten years; and
Vyking left England, carrying my secret with him.
"I had something left to live for now--the thought of my child. But
where was I to find him, where to look? I, who had not a penny in the
wide world. If I had had the means, I would have come to Devonshire to
seek out the man who had so basely wronged me; but as I was, I could as
soon have gone to the antipodes. Oh! it was a bitter, bitter time, that
long, hard struggle, with starvation--a time it chills my blood even now
to look back upon.
"I was still in London, battling with grim poverty, when, six months
later, I read in the _Times_ the awfully sudden death of Sir Noel
Thetford, Baronet.
"My lady, I am not speaking of the effect of that blow--I dare not to
you, as deeply wronged as myself. You were with him in his dying
moments, and surely he told you the truth then; surely he acknowledged
the great wrong he had done you?"
Mrs. Weymore paused, and Lady Thetford turned her face, her ghastly,
white face, for the first time, to answer.
"He did--he told me all; I know your story to be true."
"Thank God! Oh, thank God! And he acknowledged his first marriage?"
"Yes; the wrong he did you was venial to that which he did me--I, who
never was his wife, never for one poor moment had a right to his name."
Mrs. Weymore sunk down on her knees by the couch, and passionately
kissed the lady's hand.
"My lady! my lady! And you will forgive me for coming here? I did not
know, when I answered Mr. Knight's advertisement, where I was coming;
and when I did, I could not resist the temptation of looking on his son.
Oh, my lady! you will forgive me, and bear witness to the truth of my
story."
"I will; I always meant to before I died. And that young man--that Guy
Legard--you know he is your son?"
"I knew it from the first. My lady, you will let me tell him at once,
will you not? And Sir Rupert? Oh, my lady! he ought to know."
Lady Thetford covered her face with a groan.
"I promised his father on his death-bed to tell him long ago, to seek
for his rightful heir--and see how I have kept my word. But I could
not--I could not! It was not in human nature--not in such a nature as
mine, wronged as I have been."
"But now--oh, my dear lady! now you will?"
"Yes, now, on the verge of the grave, I may surely speak. I dare not die
with my promise unkept. This very night," Lady Thetford cried, sitting
up, flushed and excited, "my boy shall know all--he shall not marry in
ignorance of whom he really is. Aileen has the fortune of a princess;
and Aileen will not love him less for the title he must lose. When he
comes home, Mrs. Weymore, send him to me, and send your son with him,
and I will tell them all."