Major Frank Part 26

"Then I will discover this mysterious power which enthrals you,"

I cried, full of anger and pain.

"You already know the duties I have to fulfil, Leopold. Why should you throw yourself into this abyss of misfortunes and miseries, in which I am sinking? and I shall never be able to get out of it my whole life."

"I wish to know your miseries, my dear Francis, to share them with you, and help you to bear them. We will overcome them together--be a.s.sured of that, my adored----"

Pa.s.sion was getting the mastery over me; I caught her in my arms and pressed her to my breast. She made no resistance, but, as if wearied with the struggle, she rested her head on my shoulder--her head so charming in its luxuriancy of golden curls. Her eyes were closed and her cheeks were crimson. I thought myself in the seventh heaven.

Suddenly a croaking voice broke the profound silence of the wood--

"Don't let me disturb you. Ah! Now Missy has a lover, it is not surprising she neglects the little boy."

Such were the words we heard close to us, uttered by a hoa.r.s.e voice and in the coa.r.s.est of country dialects.

CHAPTER x.x.xI.

Francis, pale with terror, disengaged herself from my embrace, and stepped forward a few paces. As for myself, I stood as if thunder-struck.

The person who had spoken these offensive words, and who had doubtless been watching our movements for some time, was an old peasant woman bearing a strong resemblance to the witches in Macbeth. Her sharp black eyes, bare skinny arms, as red and dry as a boiled crab, her face wrinkled and tanned, her blue checked handkerchief tied over her white cap, and the stick on which she supported herself, all contributed to call up before my mind one of those creatures our ancestors would have burned alive. I confess I wished her such a fate when she advanced towards Francis and said, with her ingrained impertinence--

"Now, miss--now I see what you have been so busy about the last five weeks, that you have never once had time to come and see the child."

"My grandfather has been ill, Mrs. Jool."

"Yes, rich people's sickness--there's no great danger; but the young gent there, that's another thing, eh? I tell you all the village is talking about it."

"About what, Mrs. Jool?" asked Francis, indignantly.

"Your neglecting the child for----"

"Listen to me, Mrs. Jool," interrupted Francis, in a calm and firm tone: "neither you nor the village have any right to interfere with my business."

"Hum! the month is up, and a week gone in the second, and when Trineke [6] is not paid the boy suffers for it."

"You shall be paid to-morrow; but I warn you if the child suffer on account of a week's delay in payment, either at your hands or your daughter's, I will take him away from you. To-morrow, or the day after, I shall come to see him myself, and I shall make inquiries of the neighbours."

"What! You would disgrace me and my daughter by taking him away? You try it! we shall then see who is the strongest."

And the insolent, vulgar woman set her arms akimbo, as she whined out--

"This is what one gets for defending great folks."

"It has cost you no sacrifices, Mrs. Jool; for you have simply tried to make money out of your daughter's misfortune."

"And he must have shoes and socks, or else he will have to run about bare-legged in clogs like a peasant's child."

"I will provide them, Mrs. Jool; and now I have heard enough. This is the path which leads to the village."

"What a hurry you're in!"

"These are private grounds; do you understand that? Now take yourself off, or----"

"Marry come up! how anxious you are to get rid of me. Well, well, I am going. Otherwise I am afraid this dandy will play the policeman for her." And so she limped off along the path indicated, mumbling all the way.

Francis then turned to me and said--

"Well, Leopold, this incident will serve to enlighten you; behold a power opposed to my freedom and happiness."

"I understand," I answered, trying to a.s.sume a calmness I did not possess; "I understand, Francis--you are too honest to bind any man to you for life, saddled as you are with such a burden. But why did you not confide this terrible secret to me sooner? I will attempt the impossible to save you!"

"But, Leopold, what are you thinking of?" she responded, quite red with emotion; "you surely do not suspect me of anything unworthy? You comprehend that my honour is not herein concerned, though I must suffer for the deplorable consequences of the fault I committed."

"I am listening, Francis; but, excuse me, I do not rightly understand you. Is this not a question of a child which you are obliged to maintain?"

"Yes, certainly; and that's not the heaviest part of the burden. I have also to maintain the mother."

"Francis!" I exclaimed, in a transport of joy and relief.

"Now it is my turn to say I don't understand you," she rejoined, regarding me with an adorable simplicity. "Do you think it a light charge for me, in my position, to bring up a child, and provide for its mother whom I have sent to a private asylum?"

I thanked Heaven from the bottom of my heart that she, in her innocency, did not suspect the conclusions I had drawn from the words and manner of the old witch.

"This is the fatal consequence of my rash obstinacy with poor Harry Blount," she continued. "You have heard me speak of the accident before. He was carried in a dying state into the cottage of this Mrs. Jool and her daughter. In my despair, I repeated several times: 'It is my fault; I have killed him, I have killed him.' The daughter knelt beside Blount in the wildest agony; and Harry could just murmur, 'My wife, my poor wife; have pity on her, Miss Francis!' I did not know until this moment that they were secretly married. I promised solemnly I would care for her, and even if I had made no promise I should still have done all I have done for her.

"The mother always was, and is, a bad woman; she had, as it were, thrown her daughter into the arms of Blount, whom she considered a good match. After the funeral, she made such good use of my words uttered in despair, and spread such nefarious reports in the village, that I was accused in all earnest of being his murderer. In fact, we were obliged to consult the magistrate, a friend of ours, as to the measures we ought to take to contradict and put a stop to such slanderous charges. This, of course, did not relieve me of my obligations towards the daughter, in whom, very soon after the birth of her child, symptoms of insanity manifested themselves. The child had to be taken from her, and it was given in care to a sister of hers in the neighbouring village, who had just lost her youngest born. Perhaps you would imagine she took it out of sisterly charity; but no, she insisted upon my paying her monthly wages as I should have to do any other wet nurse. Besides, I had to do what I could for the poor mother. It was most fortunate for me that on the occasion of my visit to Utrecht I met with Aunt Roselaer, otherwise I could not have afforded the expense the mother has cost under the care of Dr. D. Mrs. Jool, not caring to live alone, went to the house of her married daughter under the pretext of watching over the little one; but the fact is, she would there have a better opportunity of extorting money from me, and this she does under all kinds of pretences. The child has long been weaned, and ought not to be left in their charge. I am always threatening to take it away from them, but I have not yet done so; for, to confess a truth, I have recoiled from the rumours and false charges such a change would give rise to. The mother and child are now costing me the greater part of my income. My grandfather finds fault with me about it, for he regards it as so much money thrown away. Now, Leopold, do you think I could draw a man I really loved into such a maelstrom as this?"

"The man worthy to possess you, Francis, will not be drawn in, but will aid you in getting out of it."

"It is impossible; I will never abandon this child of Harry Blount's."

"I would never advise you to do anything of the sort. I know the way to treat such people as Mrs. Jool. The child must be taken away from her and brought up by respectable farmers; perhaps the Pauwelsens would take him. To-morrow I will go with you to the village----"

"You will only stir a wasps' nest about your ears."

"Oh, never mind; I am not afraid of a sting."

"It's bad enough that this woman has been playing the spy on us to-day."

"When she sees us together to-morrow she will understand that it is useless playing the spy on us any longer."

"But then she will make us the talk of the country-side. You don't know the wickedness that woman's capable of."