Rattlin the Reefer Part 42

"Where is that inestimable letter?"

"Oh, where?" said the again agonised Mrs Causand. "Ralph, much mischief was done in that absence--my boy, my lost William: he, whom you know as Joshua Daunton, broke into his mother's house, rifled my escritoir, and carried off some of my most important doc.u.ments--that unread letter among the number."

"But how know you its contents?" said I, breathless with agitation.

"By the tenor of these succeeding ones from Sir Reginald and his priest."

She opened her desk, and gave me two letters from my father to her.

They were, as she described them, repentant, and spoke most honourably and most fondly of my deceased mother--praying Mrs Causand most earnestly to tell him of the happiness and the whereabouts of his wife.

"And you did, of course."

"No, Ralph, I did not--look at the dates. It was a fortnight after these arrived before I returned home. I weep even now when I think of it--three days before I returned your mother had died, almost suddenly."

"Ah, true, true!" said I, mournfully. But, a sudden pang of agony seizing my inmost heart, I suddenly started up, and, seizing her roughly by the hand, I said, sternly:

"Look me in the face, Madam--do you see any resemblance there to my poor, poor mother?"

"Oh, very, very great--but why this violence?"

"Because I now understand the villainy that caused her death. Your son murdered her--see in me her reproachful countenance--oh, Mrs Causand, you and yours have been the bane, the ruin of me and mine."

"What do you mean by those horrible words? Ralph, beware, or you will yourself commit a dastardly murder upon me, even as you stand there."

"Mrs Causand, I will be calm. I see it all. With the first letter of Sir Reginald in his hand, he went to Stickenham; and, with the murderous intent strong in his black bosom, he branded my mother with bigamy, incensed the weak Frenchman against her, and, in twenty-four hours, did the mortal work that years of injustice and injury could not effect."

"Good G.o.d, it must be so!--Ralph, I do not ask you to forgive him--but pity his poor suffering mother--he has broken my heart--not, Ralph, in the mystical, but in the actual, the physical sense. In the very hour in which I returned home, I found a warrant had been issued for his apprehension as a housebreaker; and the stony-hearted reprobate had the cruelty to insult his mother by a letter glorying in the fact, at the same time demanding a thousand pounds for his secrecy and the papers that he had stolen. The shock was too much for me. I had an attack, a fit--I know not what--I fell senseless to the earth--my heart has never since beaten healthfully. Oh, perhaps, after all, it would be a happiness for me to die!--Poor Elizabeth--my more than sister, my friend!"

"But why do I waste my time here?" said I, starting up, and seizing my hat. "The reptile is at work. Where lives Sir Reginald?--my demon-- like double may be there before me. He may personate me long enough to kill my father and rifle his h.o.a.rds. I must away--but, ere I go, know that, with these abstracted papers, he sought me in the West Indies, cheated me out of my name on my return to England, and, finally, waylaid and attempted, with a low accomplice, to a.s.sa.s.sinate me on my return from Stickenham."

"G.o.d of Heaven, let me die!--he could never have been son of mine--let me know the horrid particulars."

"No--no--no--I must away--or more murders will be perpetrated."

"Stop, Ralph, a little moment--do not go unprovided. Take these and these--he stole not all the doc.u.ments--let me also give my testimony under my own hand of your ident.i.ty. It may be of infinite service to you."

She then wrote a short letter to Sir Reginald, describing accurately my present appearance, and vouching that I, and none other, was the identical Ralph Rattlin, who was nursed by the Brandons, and born at Reading.

"Take this, Ralph, and show it to Sir Reginald. I only ask one thing: spare the life--only the life--of that unfortunate boy!--and in his, spare mine--for I am unprepared to die!"

"The mercy that he showed my mother--"

I had proceeded no further in my cruel speech, when a great noise was heard at the door, and two rough-looking Bow Street officers, attended by the whole household, rushed into the room. They advanced towards the upper end of this elegant sanctum. Mrs Causand sprang up from her sofa, and, standing in all the majesty of her beauty, sternly demanded, "What means this indignity?"

"Beg your ladyship's pardon, sorry to intrude--duty--never shy, that you know, ma'am--only a search-warrant for one Joshua Daunton, alias Sneaking Willie, alias Whitefaced--"

"Stop, no more of this ribaldry--you see he is not here--I know nothing concerning him--of what is he accused?"

"Of forgery, housebreaking, and, with an accomplice, of an attempt to murder a young gentleman, a naval officer of the name of Ralph Rattlin."

Mrs Causand turned to me sorrowfully, and exclaimed, "Oh, Ralph! was this well done of you?" Her fort.i.tude, her sudden accession of physical strength, seemed to desert her at once; and she, who just before stood forth the undaunted heroine, now sank upon her couch, the crushed invalid. At length, she murmured forth, feebly, "Ralph, rid me of these fellows."

I soon effected this. I told them that I was the culprit's princ.i.p.al accuser; that I was a.s.sured he was not only not within the house, but I verily believed many miles distant. They believed me, and respectfully enough retired.

Miss Tremayne, the companion and nurse of the invalid, now with myself stood over her. She had another attack upon the region of her heart: and it was so long before she rallied, that we thought the fatal moment had arrived. When she could again breathe freely, her colour did not, as formerly, return to her cheeks. They wore an intense and transparent whiteness, at once awful and beautiful. Yet she spoke calmly and collectedly. I entreated to be permitted to depart--my intercessions were seconded by the young lady. But the now cold hand of Mrs Causand clasped mine so tightly, and the expression of her eyes was so imploring, that I could not rudely break away from her.

"But a few short minutes," she exclaimed, "and then fare you well. I feel worse than I ever yet remember--and very cold. It is not now the complaint that has cast me down upon a sick-bed that seems invading the very principle of life--a chilly faintness is coming over me--yet I dare not lay my head upon my pillow, lest I never from thence lift it again.

Ralph, here is a warmth in your young blood--support me!"

I cradled her head upon my shoulder, and whispered to Miss Tremayne, who immediately retired, to procure the speedy attendance of the physician.

"Are we alone, Ralph?" said the shuddering lady, with her eyes firmly closed. "I have a horrid presentiment that my hour is approaching-- everything is so still around and within me. Every sensation seems deserting me rapidly, but one--and that is a mother's feeling! You will leave me here to die, amongst menials and strangers!"

"Miss Tremayne?" said I, soothingly.

"Is but a hired companion; engaged only since the occurrence of these attacks. Yes, you will desert me to these--and for what, G.o.d of retribution!--to hunt down the life of my only son! Will you, will you, Ralph, do this over-cruel thing?"

"He has attempted mine--he still seeks it. Let us talk, let us think, of other matters. Compose your mind with religious thoughts. Your strength will rally during the night; to-morrow comes hope, the consultation of physicians, and, with G.o.d's good blessings, life and health."

"To hear, to know, that he is to die the death of the felon! Promise me to forego your purpose, or let me die first!"

"I have sworn over the grave of my mother that the laws shall decide this matter between us. If he escape, I forgive him, and may G.o.d forgive him, too!"

"And must it come to this?" she sobbed forth in the bitterness of her anguish, whilst the tears streamed down her cheeks from her closed eyelids. "Will this cruel youth at length extort the horrible confession!--it must be so--one pang--and it will be over. Let me forego your support--lay me gently on the pillow, for you will loathe me. A little while ago, and I told you I had been faithful to him--it was a bitter falsehood--know, that my son, my abandoned William, is also the son of your father--say, will his blood now be upon your hands?"

"Tell me, beautiful cause of all our miseries, does your miserable offspring know this?"

"Yes," said she, very faintly.

"Yet he could seek my life--basely--but no matter. His blood shall never stain my hand--I will not seek him--if he crosses my path, I will avoid him--I will even a.s.sist him to escape to some country where, unknown, he may, by a regenerated life, wipe out the dark catalogue of his crimes, make his peace with man here, and with his G.o.d hereafter."

"Will you do all this, my generous, my good, my G.o.dlike Ralph?"

"You and G.o.d be my witnesses!"

She sprang up wildly from her apparent state of lethargy, clasped me fervently in her arms, blessed me repeatedly, and then, in the midst of her raptures, she cried out, "Oh, Ralph, you have renewed my being, you have given me long years of life, and health, and happiness. You--" and here she uttered a loud shriek, that reverberated through the mansion-- but it was cut short in the very midst--a thrilling, a horrible silence ensued--she fell dead upon the couch.

I stood awe-struck over the beautiful corpse, as it lay placidly extended, disfigured by no contortion, but on the contrary, a heavenly repose in the features--a sad mockery of worldly vanity. Death had arrayed himself in the last imported Parisian mode.

At that dying shriek, in rushed the household, headed by the physician, and closely followed by the companion, with the hired nurses. Methought that the doctor looked on this wreck of mortality with grim satisfaction. "I knew it," said he, slowly; "and Doctor Phillimore is nothing more than a solemn dunce. I told him that she would not survive to be subjected to the consultation of the morrow. And how happens it,"

said he, turning fiercely to the companion and the nurses, "that my patient was thus left alone with this stripling?"

"Stripling, sir!" said I.

"Young man, let us not make the chamber of death a hall of contention.

Tell me, Miss Tremayne, how comes my patient thus unattended, or rather, thus ill attended?"

"It was her own positive command," said the young lady, in a faltering voice.