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Inappropriate as Jacob Jessuron's neighbours may have deemed the t.i.tle of his estate--the Happy Valley--Herbert Vaughan had no reason to regard it as a misnomer. From the hour in which he entered upon his situation of book-keeper, it was a round of pleasures, rather than duties, that he found himself called upon to fulfil; and his new life, so far from being laboriously spent, was one continued scene, or series of scenes, of positive pastime.

Instead of keeping books, or looking after slaves--or, in short, doing anything that might be deemed useful--most of his time was spent in excursions, that had no other object than recreation or amus.e.m.e.nt.

Drives to the Bay--in which he was accompanied by Jessuron himself, and introduced to his mercantile acquaintances; visits to neighbouring penns and plantations with the beautiful Judith--in which he was made acquainted with her circle; fishing parties upon the water, and picnics in the woods: all these were afforded him without stint.

He was furnished with a fine horse to ride; dogs and equipments for the chase; everything, in short, calculated to afford him the life of a gentleman of elegant leisure. A half-year's salary had been advanced to him unasked--thus delicately giving him the means of replenishing his wardrobe, and enabling him to appear in proper costume for every occasion.

Certainly, the prospects of the poor steerage-pa.s.senger seemed to have undergone a change for the better. Through the generosity of his unexpected patron, he was playing a role at the Jew's penn not unlike that which his fellow-voyager was, at that very time, performing at Mount Welcome; and as there was not much difference in the social rank of the respective circles in which they were each revolving, it was by no means improbable that the two might meet again, and upon a more equal footing than formerly.

To do Herbert Vaughan justice, it should be stated that he was more surprised than gratified by the luxurious life he was leading. There was something rather extraordinary in the generous patronage of the Jew--something that puzzled him not a little. How was he to account for such kind hospitality?

Thus for days after Herbert Vaughan had made the Happy Valley his home, matters moved on smoothly enough to the superficial observer. Slight incongruities that did occur from time to time, were ingeniously explained; and the young Englishman, unsuspicious of any evil design, with the exception of the unwonted hospitality that was being bestowed upon himself, saw nothing extraordinary in the circ.u.mstances that surrounded him.

Had he been less the honoured guest of his Israelitish host, perhaps his perceptions might have been more scrupulous and discriminative. But the Arabs have a proverb--"It is not in human nature to speak ill of the horse that has borne one out of danger;" and human nature in the East is but the counterpart of its h.o.m.onym in the West. n.o.ble as was the nature of the young Englishman, still was it human; and to have "spoken ill of the bridge that had carried him safely over"--and from that desolate sh.o.r.e on which he had late been stranded--would have argued a nature something more than human.

If he entertained any suspicion of his patron's integrity, he zealously kept it to himself--not with any idea of surrendering either his independence or self-respect; but to await the development of the somewhat inexplicable courtesy of which he was the recipient.

This courtesy was not confined to his Hebrew host. As Herbert had long been aware, his daughter exercised it in an equal degree, and far more gracefully. Indeed, among other transformations that had been remarked as occurring in the Happy Valley, the spirit of the fair Jewess seemed also to have sustained a remarkable change. Though upon occasions the proud, imperious temper would manifest itself, more generally now was Judith in a sentimental vein--at times approaching to sadness. There were other times when the old spitefulness would show itself. Then the spiral nostrils would curl with contempt, and the dark Israelitish eyes flash with malignant fire.

Happily, these rather ungraceful exhibitions--like the tornadoes of her native land--were rare: for a certain name--the cause that called them forth--was but rarely p.r.o.nounced in her hearing. Kate Vaughan was the name.

Judith's dislike for the young Creole had originated in a mere rivalry of charms. Both enjoyed a wide-spread reputation for beauty--oft descanted upon, and often compared, by the idle gallants of the Bay.

These discussions and comparisons reached the ears of the Jewess; and, to her chagrin, the decisions were not always in her favour. Hence the origin of her enmity.

Hitherto it had been only _envy_; and, with a toss of the head, and a slight curl of the nostril, the unpleasant theme would be dismissed. Of late, however, a stronger emotion than envy had begun to exhibit itself; and, whenever the name of Kate Vaughan was introduced into the conversation--no matter how incidentally or undesigned--the eye of the Jewess would light up with a jealous fire, her lip quiver as if muttering curses, and she, who but the moment before seemed a very angel, would become all at once transformed into the semblance of a demon!

The behaviour of the Jewess admits of easy explanation. _She was in love, and with Herbert Vaughan_.

At first the motive had been part vanity, part coquetry--blended, however, with some serious admiration. Mingled also with this was a desire to vex Kate Vaughan: for, from the first, she had suspected rivalry in that quarter. Even though she had been made aware of the very short interview between the cousins, she could not feel satisfied but that something had pa.s.sed between them; and there was that bit of ribbon, which Herbert still cherished, and of the symbolism of which she had vainly endeavoured to obtain a solution.

Her suspicions did not die out, as it might be supposed they would, in the absence of any demonstration on Herbert's part towards his cousin.

On the contrary, they only grew stronger as her own interest in the young Englishman increased, for then she could not understand how a young girl--Kate Vaughan, or any other--could have looked upon the man who had impressed her, without being herself impressed.

And she had become impressed by him, not gradually, but rapidly and profoundly; until her love had grown into a fierce pa.s.sion--such as a tigress might be suspected of conceiving for her tawny mate.

Herbert Vaughan had pa.s.sed scarce a week under the roof of the Jew's mansion when its mistress was in love with him--to the ends of her fingers--to the very extreme of jealousy!

As for the object of this fervent pa.s.sion, the young man was at this time altogether unable to a.n.a.lyse his own feelings.

It is true that the imperious spirit of the Jewess, aided by her endless wiles, had gained a certain ascendancy over him; but not so as to obliterate the image that had recently become impressed upon his heart.

In the short interview which he had had with his cousin Kate, Herbert Vaughan had looked, for the first time in his life, on one whom to look at was to love. The blue-eyed belle of his native village, the pretty barmaid at the inn, the sweet-faced chorister in the church--with other boyish fancies, already half obliterated by two months of absence--were swept instantaneously into the dustbin of oblivion by that lovely apparition. He was face to face with a woman worthy of his love--one who deserved every aspiration of his soul. Intuitively and at the first glance he had felt this; and still more was he impressed with it, as he p.r.o.nounced those warm words on his painful parting. Hence the ardent proffer of the strong arm and the stout heart--hence the chivalric refusal of the purse, and the preference of a piece of ribbon.

Not that he had any reason to regard the latter as a love-token. He knew that the kind words that had been spoken in that short but stormy interview--as well as the offer of gold that had ended it--were but the promptings of a pitying heart; and rather a negation of love, than a sign of its existence. Glad as he might have been to have regarded the piece of ribbon as a _guage d'amour_, he could only prize it as a _souvenir_ of friendship--of no higher signification than the purse to which it had belonged, or the gold treasure which that purse had contained.

Though sensible that he had no claim upon his cousin beyond that of kinship--though not a word had been spoken by her to show that she felt for him any other kind of regard, Herbert, strange enough, had conceived a hope, that some day or other, a more endearing relationship might exist between them.

Not for long was he cheered by this sweet expectancy. It was too transitory to stand the test of time. As day succeeded day, rumours reached him of the gay scenes that were transpiring at Mount Welcome.

Especially was he informed of the contentedness of his cousin Kate in the society of the new companion which her father had provided for her.

The effect of this information was a gradual but grievous extinction of the slight hope which Herbert had conceived.

The circ.u.mstances with which chance had now surrounded him may have rendered these regrets less painful. Though his cousin cared not for him, he had no reason to feel forsaken or forlorn. By his side--and almost constantly by his side--was beauty of no common brilliance, showering smiles upon him of no ordinary attractiveness.

Had he been the recipient of those smiles only one day sooner--before the image of Kate Vaughan had made that slight impression upon his heart--he might the more readily have yielded to their influence. And, perhaps, on the other hand, could he have known how _his_ image had fallen upon her heart, and made lodgment there, he might have offered a sterner resistance to the syren seductions with which he was now beset.

But lovers' hearts are not things of gla.s.s; and though at times they resemble mirrors, mentally reflecting each other, too often, by the ruling of contrarieties, do the mirrors become reversed and with the reflecting images facing darkly inward.

In such a dilemma was the heart of Herbert Vaughan. No wonder he found a difficulty in effecting its a.n.a.lysis!

In a condition somewhat similar to Herbert's was the heart of his cousin: though hers was easier to a.n.a.lyse. It was simply trembling under the influence of a first and virgin love. Two forms had been presented to it in the same hour, both in the blush of youthful manhood--one, a distinguished gentleman, the other, an humble adventurer.

The former had the additional advantage in priority of introduction; the latter was not even introduced. But the favourite does not always win.

The earliest on the course may be the latest in the race; and though the heart of the young Creole, on its pure virgin page, had received love's image at first sight, it was not that of him who first presented himself to make the impression.

Nor was she kept in ignorance of outward events. Her maid Yola was the medium by which she was acquainted with them. Through this medium she had heard of Herbert's proximity--of his happiness and prosperity. The news would have given her joy, but that she had heard he was _too happy_. Strange that this should be a cause of bitterness!

The thoughts that succeeded--the hopes and fears--the dark doubts by day and by night--the dreams, often delusively bright--need not be detailed.

There are none who have not known a first love; few who have not felt this chequered alternation of emotions.

As for the distinguished Smythje, he was not always in one mind. He, too, was troubled with an alternation of hopes and fears. The former, however, generally predominated; and, for the most part, he felt in his spirit the proud confidence of a conqueror. Often, with Thoms as his audience, might Smythje be heard exultingly repeating the despatch of Caesar:--"_Veni, vidi, vici_!"

Volume Two, Chapter X.

IN SEARCH OF JUSTICE.

The mutual spite between planter and penn-keeper was of old standing-- dating, in fact, from their first acquaintance with each other. Some sharp practice between them, in the sale and purchase of slaves, had given origin to it; and circ.u.mstances were always occurring to hinder it from dying out. This was more especially the case since the Jew, by the purchase of the Happy Valley estate, had become the contiguous neighbour--and, in point of wealth, almost the rival--of the proprietor of Mount Welcome.

On the side of the Custos there had been for some time past another feeling mixed up with his antipathy to his Israelitish neighbour--a vague sense of fear. This was of modern origin--dating from a period subsequent to the execution of Chakra, the myal-man--and begotten of some remarks which, as reported to Mr Vaughan, the Jew had made in connection with that ugly incident.

If nothing had of late transpired to increase this fear on the part of the Custos, a circ.u.mstance had arisen to strengthen his hostility. The protection which had been given to his discarded nephew, and the parade which his neighbour was making of him, had proved to the Custos a scandal of the most irksome kind; and almost every day was he made aware of some unpleasant bit of gossip connected with the affair. So irritated had he become with rumours, constantly reaching him, that his hatred for the Jew had grown stronger than ever before; and he would have given a dozen hogsheads of his best _muscovado_ to any one who would have provided him with the means of humiliating the detested penn-keeper.

Just at this crisis, chance or fortune stepped in to favour him, apparently offering the very opportunity he desired; and in a way that, instead of costing him a dozen hogsheads of sugar, was likely to put far more than that amount of property into his pocket.

It was the day before that on which Smythje had dropped into the dead-wood. The Custos was in his kiosk alone, smoking a plantation cigar, and conning over the statutes of the "black code"--a favourite study with him. Just at that moment Mr Trusty's shadow was projected into the summer-house. "Well, Trusty, what is it?"

"There's a man below wants to see your worship."

"On what business, pray?"

"Don't know," answered the laconic overseer; "he won't tell. Says it's important, and can only communicate to yourself."

"What sort of a man is he? Negro or white?"

"Neither, your worship. He's a clear mulatto. I've seen him about before. He's one of the Maroons that have their settlement over among the Trelawney Hills. He calls himself Cubina."

"Ah!" said the Custos, showing a slight emotion as the name was p.r.o.nounced; "Cubina! Cubina! I've heard the name. I fancy I've seen the man--at a distance. A young fellow, isn't he?"

"Very young; though they say he's the captain of the Trelawney band."

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