MANY days had passed, and Alice was still alone; but she had heard twice from Maltravers. The letters were short and hurried. One time his father was better, and there were hopes; another time, and it was not expected that he could survive the week. They were the first letters Alice had ever received from him. Those first letters are an event in a girls lifein Alices life they were a very melancholy one. Ernest did not ask her to write to him; in fact, he felt, at such an hour, a repugnance to disclose his real name, and receive the letters of clandestine love in the house in which a father lay in death. He might have given the feigned address he had previously assumed, at some distant post-town, where his person was not known. But, then, to obtain such letters, he must quit his fathers side for hours. The thing was impossible. These difficulties Maltravers did not explain to Alice.
She thought it singular he did not wish to hear from her; but Alice was humble. What could she say worth troubling him with, and at such an hour? But how kind in him to write! how precious those letters! and yet they disappointed her, and cost her floods of tears: they were so shortso full of sorrowthere was so little love in them; and dear, or even dearest Alice, that uttered by the voice was so tender, looked cold upon the lifeless paper. If she but knew the exact spot where he was it would be some comfort; but she only knew that he was away, and in grief; and though he was little more than thirty miles distant, she felt as if immeasurable space divided them. However, she consoled herself as she could; and strove to shorten the long miserable day by playing over all the airs he liked, and reading all the passages he had commended. She should be so improved when he returned; and how lovely the garden would look; for every day its trees and bouquets caught a new smile from the deepening spring. Oh, they would be so happy once more! Alice now learned the life that lies in the future; and her young heart had not, as yet, been taught that of that future there is any prophet but Hope!
Maltravers, on quitting the cottage, had forgotten that Alice was without money, and now that he found his stay would be indefinitely prolonged, he sent a remittance. Several bills were unpaidsome portion of the rent was due; and Alice, as she was desired, intrusted the old servant with a bank note, with which she was to discharge these petty debts. One evening, as she brought Alice the surplus, the good dame seemed greatly discomposed. She was pale and agitated; or, as she expressed it, had a terrible fit of the shakes.
What is the matter, Mrs. Jones? you have no news of himofof myof your master?
Dear heart, missno, answered Mrs. Jones; how should I? But Im sure I dont wish to frighten you; there has been two sich robberies in the neighbourhood!
Oh, thank Heaven thats all! exclaimed Alice.
Oh, dont go for to thank Heaven for that, miss; its a shocking thing for two lone females like us, and them ere windows all open to the ground! You sees, as I was taking the note to be changed at Mr. Harriss, the great grocers shop, where all the poor folk was a-buying agin to-morrow (for it was Saturday night, the second Saturday after Ernests departure; from that Hegira Alice dated all her chronology), and everybody was a-talking about the robberies last night. La, miss, they bound old Bettyyou know Bettya most respectable oman, who has known sorrows, and drinks tea with me once a week. Well, miss, they (only think!) bound Betty to the bedpost, with nothing on her but her shiftpoor old soul! And as Mr. Harris gave me the change (please to see, miss, its all right), and I asked for half gould, miss, its more convenient, sich an ill-looking fellow was by me, a-buying o baccy, and he did so stare at the money, that I vows I thought hed have rin away with it from the counter; so I grabbled it up and went away. But, would you believe, miss, just as I got into the lane, afore you turns through the gate, I chanced to look back, and there, sure enough, was that ugly fellow close behind, a-running like mad. Oh, I set up such a screetch; and young Dobbins was a-taking his cow out of the field, and he perked up over the hedge when he heard me; and the cow, too, with her horns, Lord bless her! So the fellow stopped, and I bustled through the gate, and got home. But la, miss, if we are all robbed and murdered?
Alice had not heard much of this harangue; but what she did hear very slightly affected her strong, peasant-born nerves; not half so much indeed, as the noise Mrs. Jones made in double-locking all the doors, and barring, as well as a peg and a rusty inch of chain would allow, all the windowswhich operation occupied at least an hour and a half.
All at last was still. Mrs. Jones had gone to bedin the arms of sleep she had forgotten her terrorsand Alice had crept up-stairs, and undressed, and said her prayers, and wept a little; and, with the tears yet moist upon her dark eyelashes, had glided into dreams of Ernest. Midnight was passedthe stroke of one sounded unheard from the clock at the foot of the stars. The moon was gonea slow, drizzling rain was falling upon the flowers, and cloud and darkness gathered fast and thick around the sky.
About this time, a low, regular, grating sound commenced at the thin shutters of the sitting-room below, preceded by a very faint noise, like the tinkling of small fragments of glass on the gravel without. At length it ceased, and the cautious and partial gleam of a lanthorn fell along the floor; another moment, and two men stood in the room.
Hush, Jack! whispered one: hang out the glim, and lets look about us.
The dark-lanthorn, now fairly unmuffled, presented to the gaze of the robbers nothing that could gratify their cupidity.
Books and music, chairs, tables, carpet, and fire-irons, though valuable enough in a house-agents inventory, are worthless to the eyes of a housebreaker. They muttered a mutual curse.
Jack, said the former speaker, we must make a dash at the spoons and forks, and then hey for the money. The old girl had thirty shiners, besides flimsies.
The accomplice nodded consent; the lanthorn was again partially shaded, and with noiseless and stealthy steps the men quitted the apartment. Several minutes elapsed, when Alice was awakened from her slumber by a loud scream she started, all was again silent: she must have dreamt it: her little heart beat violently at first, but gradually regained its tenor. She rose, however, and the kindness of her nature being more susceptible than her fear, she imagined Mrs. Jones might be illshe would go to her. With this idea she began partially dressing herself, when she distinctly heard heavy footsteps and a strange voice in the room beyond. She was now thoroughly alarmedher first impulse was to escape from the househer next to bolt the door, and call aloud for assistance. But who would hear her cries? Between the two purposes, she halted irresolute... and remained, pale and trembling, seated at the foot of the bed, when a broad light streamed through the chinks of the dooran instant more, and a rude hand seized her.
Come, mem, dont be fritted, we wont harm you; but wheres the gold-dustwheres the money?the old girl says youve got it. Fork it over.
O mercy, mercy! John Walters, is that you?
Damnation! muttered the man, staggering back; so you knows me then; but you shant peach; you shant scrag me, b-t you.
Damnation! muttered the man, staggering back; so you knows me then; but you shant peach; you shant scrag me, b-t you.
While he spoke, he again seized Alice, held her forcibly down with one hand, while with the other he deliberately drew from a side pouch a long case-knife. In that moment of deadly peril, the second ruffian, who had been hitherto delayed in securing the servant, rushed forward. He had heard the exclamation of Alice, he heard the threat of his comrade; he darted to the bedside, cast a hurried gaze upon Alice, and hurled the intended murderer to the other side of the room.
What, man, art mad? he growled between his teeth. Dont you know her? It is Alice;it is my daughter.
Alice had sprung up when released from the murderers knife, and now, with eyes strained and starting with horror, gazed upon the dark and evil face of her deliverer.
O God, it isit is my father! she muttered, and fell senseless.
Daughter or no daughter, said John Walters, I shall not put my scrag in her power; recollect how she fritted us before, when she run away.
Darvil stood thoughtful and perplexed; and his associate approached doggedly with a look of such settled ferocity as it was impossible for even Darvil to contemplate without a shudder.
You say right, muttered the father, after a pause, but fixing his strong gripe on his comrades shoulder,the girl must not be left herethe cart has a covering. We are leaving the country; I have a right to my daughtershe shall go with us. There, man, grab the moneyits on the table;.... youve got the spoons. Now then as Darvil spoke he seized his daughter in his arms; threw over her a shawl and a cloak that lay at hand, and was already on the threshold.
I dont half like it, said Walters, grumblinglyit beent safe.
At least it is as safe as murder! answered Darvil, turning round, with a ghastly grin. Make haste.
When Alice recovered her senses, the dawn was breaking slowly along desolate and sullen hills. She was lying upon rough strawthe cart was jolting over the ruts of a precipitous, lonely road,and by her side scowled the face of that dreadful father.
CHAPTER XI
Yet he beholds her with the eyes of mind
He sees the form which he no more shall meet;
She like a passionate thought is come and gone,
While at his feet the bright rill bubbles on.
IT was a little more than three weeks after that fearful night, when the chaise of Maltravers stopped at the cottage doorthe windows were shut up; no one answered the repeated summons of the post-boy. Maltravers himself, alarmed and amazed, descended from the vehicle: he was in deep mourning. He went impatiently to the back entrance; that also was locked; round to the French windows of the drawing-room, always hitherto half-opened, even in the frosty days of winter,they were now closed like the rest. He shouted in terror, Alice, Alice!no sweet voice answered in breathless joy, no fairy step bounded forward in welcome. At this moment, however, appeared the form of the gardener coming across the lawn. The tale was soon told; the house had been robbedthe old woman at morning found gagged and fastened to her bed-postAlice flown. A magistrate had been applied to,suspicion fell upon the fugitive. None knew anything of her origin or name, not even the old woman. Maltravers had naturally and sedulously ordained Alice to preserve that secret, and she was too much in fear of being detected and claimed by her father not to obey the injunction with scrupulous caution. But it was known, at least, that she had entered the house a poor peasant girl; and what more common than for ladies of a certain description to run away from their lover, and take some of his property by mistake? And a poor girl like Alice, what else could be expected? The magistrate smiled, and the constables laughed. After all, it was a good joke at the young gentlemans expense! Perhaps, as they had no orders from Maltravers, and they did not know where to find him, and thought he would be little inclined to prosecute, the search was not very rigorous. But two houses had been robbed the night before. Their owners were more on the alert. Suspicion fell upon a man of infamous character, John Walters; he had disappeared from the place. He had been last seen with an idle, drunken fellow, who was said to have known better days, and who at one time had been a skilful and well-paid mechanic, till his habits of theft and drunkenness threw him out of employ; and he had been since accused of connection with a gang of coinerstriedand escaped from want of sufficient evidence against him. That man was Luke Darvil. His cottage was searched; but he also had fled. The trace of cart-wheels by the gate of Maltravers gave a faint clue to pursuit; and after an active search of some days, persons answering to the description of the suspected burglarswith a young female in their companywere tracked to a small inn, notorious as a resort for smugglers, by the sea-coast. But there every vestige of their supposed whereabouts disappeared.
And all this was told to the stunned Maltravers; the garrulity of the gardener precluded the necessity of his own inquiries, and the name of Darvil explained to him all that was dark to others. And Alice was suspected of the basest and the blackest guilt! Obscure, beloved, protected as she had been, she could not escape the calumny from which he had hoped everlastingly to shield her. But did he share that hateful thought? Maltravers was too generous and too enlightened.
Dog! said he, grinding his teeth, and clenching his hands, at the startled menial, dare to utter a syllable of suspicion against her, and I will trample the breath out of your body!
The old woman, who had vowed that for the varsal world she would not stay in the house after such a night of shakes, had now learned the news of her masters return, and came hobbling up to him. She arrived in time to hear his menace to her fellow-servant.
Ah, thats right; give it him, your honour; bless your good heart!thats what I says. Miss rob the house! says IMiss run away. Oh nodepend on it they have murdered her and buried the body.
Maltravers gasped for breath, but without uttering another word he re-entered the chaise and drove to the house of the magistrate. He found that functionary a worthy and intelligent man of the world. To him he confided the secret of Alices birth and his own. The magistrate concurred with him in believing that Alice had been discovered and removed by her father. New search was madegold was lavished. Maltravers himself headed the search in person. But all came to the same result as before, save that by the descriptions he heard of the personthe dressthe tears, of the young female who had accompanied the men supposed to be Darvil and Walters, he was satisfied that Alice yet lived; he hoped she might yet escape and return. In that hope he lingered for weeksfor months, in the neighbourhood; but time passed and no tidings.... He was forced at length to quit a neighbourhood at once so saddened and endeared. But he secured a friend in the magistrate, who promised to communicate with him if Alice returned, or her father was discovered. He enriched Mrs. Jones for life, in gratitude for her vindication of his lost and early love; he promised the amplest rewards for the smallest clue. And with a crushed and desponding spirit, he obeyed at last the repeated and anxious summons of the guardian to whose care, until his majority was attained, the young orphan was now entrusted.