CHAPEL HILL ■•■■-*» > s- -^ r^ -3- ^ ** <*r , t» cl THE LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF NORTH CAROLINA ENDOWED BY THE DIALECTIC AND PHILANTHROPIC SOCIETIES .ft 1885 d NF 9//S/I7 - THE FROZEN DEEP ■tf>4 i %nb ©thcr stales BY WILKIE COLLINS AUTHOR OF "'THE WOMAN IN WHITE," " THE MOONSTONE." ETC. Hontton CHATTO AND WINDUS, PICCADILLY 1885 THE UNIVERSITY OF NORTH CAROLINA LIBRARY PRESENTED BY THE WILLIAM A. WHITAKER FOUNDATION TO OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES IN SINCERE ADMIRATION OF HIS GENIUS AS POET, NOVELIST, ESSAYIST, AND IN CORDIAL REMEMBRANCE OF OUR INTERCOURSE CURING MY VISIT TO AMERICA. Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2011 with funding from University of North Carolina at Chapel Hil http://www.archive.org/details/frozendeepothertOOcoll CONTENTS. TEE FROZEN DEEP. PAGE Introductory Lines l FIEST SCENE. The Ball-Eoom 7 BETWEEN THE SCENES. The Landing-Stage 34 SECOND SCENE. The Hut of the Sea-Mew 44 THIED SCENE. The Iceberg . .83 FOUETH SCENE. The Garden 86 FIFTH SCENE. The Boat-House 107 TEE DREAM WOMAN. FIEST NAEEATIVE. Introductory Statement oj? the Facts. By Percy Fairbank . .139 CONTENTS. SECOND NAEEATIVE. The Ostler's Story. Told by Himself 155 THIED NAEEATIVE. The Story Continued. By Percy Fairbank . 200 FOTJETH NAEEATIVE. The Statement of Joseph Eigobert . . 204 JOHN JAGG'S GHOST; or, THE DEAD ALIVE. CHAP. i. The Sick Man il The New Faces in. The Moonlight-Meeting rv. The Beechen Stick v. The News from Narrabee . vl The Lime-Kiln vii. The Materials for the Defence vm. The Confession ix. The Advertisement x. The Sheriff and the Governor xi. The Pebble and the Window xn. The End of it . 231 236 245 256 263 272 279 289 297 303 311 321 THE FROZEN DEEP. INTRODUCTORY LINES. (Relating the Adventures and Transformations of The Frozen Deep.) As long ago as the year 1856 I wrote a play called " The Frozen Deep." The work was first represented by amateur actors, at the house of the late Charles Dickens, on the 6th of January 1857. Mr. Dickens him- self played the principal part, and played it with a truth, vigour, and pathos never to he forgotten by those who were fortunate enough to witness the performance. The other personages of the story were represented by the ladies of Mr. Dickens's family, by the late Mark Lemon (editor of " Punch "), by the late Augustus Egg, E. A. (the artist), and by the author of the play; The next appearance of "The Frozen Deep" (played by the amateur company) took place at the Gallery of Illustration, Eegent Street, before the Queen and the Eoyal Family, by the Queen's 1 2 THE FROZEN DEEP. own command. After this special performance other representations of the work were given — first at the Gallery of Illustration, subsequently (with professional actresses) in some of the prin- cipal towns in England — for the benefit of the family of a well-beloved friend of ours, who died in 1857 — the late Douglas Jerrold. At Man- chester the play was twice performed — on the second evening in the presence of three thousand spectators. This was, I think, the finest of all the representations of " The Frozen Deep." The ex- traordinary intelligence and enthusiasm of the great audience stimulated us all to do our best. Dickens surpassed himself. The trite phrase is the true phrase to describe that magnificent piece of acting. He literally electrified the audience. I present here, as "a curiosity" which may be welcome to some of my readers, a portion of the original playbill of the performance at Manchester. To me it has now become one of the saddest me- morials of the past that I possess. Of the nine amateur actors who played the men's parts (one of them my brother, all of them my valued friends) but two are now living besides myself — Mr. Charles Dickens, jun., and M*. Edward Pigott. In Remembrance of the late Mr. Douglas Jerrold. FREE TRADE HALL. UNDER THE MANAGEMENT OF ME. CHARLES DICKENS. On FRIDAY Evening, Aug. 21, and on SATUEDAY Evening, Aug. 22, 1857, AT EIGHT O'CLOCK EXACTLY, Will be presented an entirely new Romantic Drama, in three Acts, by MR. WILKIE COLLINS, CALLED THE FROZEN DEEP. The Overture composed expressly for this Piece by Mi*. FRANCESCO BERGER, who will conduct the ORCHESTRA. The Dresses by Messrs. Nathan, ofTitchbourne Street, Haymarket, and Miss Wilkins, of Garburton St., Fitzroy Square. Perruquier, Mr. Wilson, of the Strand. Captain Edswoeth . {of the ' Sea-Mew') Me. EDWARD PIGOTT Captain Heeding . {of the « Wanderer) Me. ALFRED DICKENS Lieutenant Ceayfoed Me. MARK LEMON Feank Aldeesley Me. WILKIE COLLINS Richaed Waedoue Me. CHARLES DICKENS Lieutenant Sieventon . . ■ . . . . Me. YOUNG CHARLES* John Want . . {Ship's Cook) ... Me. AUGUSTUS EGG Bateson-, {two of the 'Sea-Mew's' iMe. SHIRLEY BROOKS Daekee / people) \Me. CHARLES COLLINS (Officees and Ceews of the 'Sea-Mew' and 'Wandeeeb.') Mes. Steventon Mes. GEORGE VINING Rose Ebswoeth . . Miss ELLEN SABINE Lucy Ceayfoed * . Miss ELLEN TERNAN Claea Buenham Miss MARIA TERNAN Nuese Esthee -.***• Mes. TERNAN Maid * Miss MEWTE.f The Scenery and Scenic Effects of the First Act by Mr. TELBIN7 " The Scenery and Scenic Effects of the Second and Third Acts by Mr. STANFIELD, R A. * A facetious nickname, invented by Dickens for his eldest son. f Another nickname by Dickens for a young lady Who had nothing to i 4 THE FROZEN DEEP. The country performances being concluded, nearly ten years passed before the footlights shone again on "The Frozen Deep." In 1866 I accepted a proposal, made to me by Mr. Horace Wigan, to produce the play (with certain alterations and addi- tions) on the public stage, at the Olympic Theatre, London. The first performance took place (while I was myself absent from England) on the 27th of November, in the year just mentioned. Mr. H. Neville acted the part " created " by Dickens. Seven years ' passed after the production of the play at the Olympic Theatre, and then " The Frozen Deep" appealed once more to public favour, in another country than England, and under a totally new form. I occupied the autumn and winter of 1873-74 most agreeably to myself, by a tour in the United States of America, receiving from the generous people of that great country a welcome which I shall remember proudly and gratefully to the end of my life. During my stay in America I read in public, in the principal cities, one of my shorter stories (enlarged and re-written for the purpose), called "The Dream-Woman." Concluding my tour at Boston, I was advised by my friends to give, if possible, a special attraction to my farewell reading in America, by presenting to my audience a new work. Having this object in view, and having but a short space of time at my disposal, I bethought myself of "The Frozen Deep." The INTRO D UCTOR V LINES. 5 play had never been published, and I determined to re-write it in narrative form for a public reading. The experiment proved, on trial, to be far more successful than I had ventured to anticipate. Oc- cupying nearly two hours in its delivery, the trans- formed " Frozen Deep " kept its hold from first to last on the interest and sympathies of the audience. I hope to have future opportunities of reading it in my own country, as well as in the United States. Proposals having lately been made to me, in England and in America, to publish my " readings," 1 here present " The Frozen Deep " and " The Dream-Woman." The stories, as I print them, are in both instances considerably longer than the stories as I read them ; the limits of time in the case of a public reading rendering it imperatively necessary to abridge without mercy developments of character and incident which are essential to the due presentation of a work in its literary form. I have only to add, for the benefit of those who may have seen, and who may not have forgotten, the play, that the narrative version of " The Frozen Deep " departs widely from the treatment of the story in the First Act of the dramatic version, but (with the one exception of the Third Scene) fol- lows the play as closely as posible in the succeed- ing Acts. The third and last story in the present collec- tion (entitled "John Jago's Ghost") was sug- 6 THE FROZEN DEEP. gested to me by a printed account of a remark- able trial which took place in America some years since. This little work was written during my stay in New York and was published (periodi- cally) in England in " The Home Journal." w.a London : September, 1874. THE STORY. FIEST SCENE. THE BALL-ROOM, Chapter I. The date is between twenty and thirty years ago. The place is an English sea-port. The time is night. And the business of the moment is — dancing. The Mayor and Corporation of the town are giving a grand ball, in celebration of the departure of an Arctic expedition from their port. The ships of the expedition are two in number — the "Wanderer" and the "Sea-Mew." They are to sail (in search of the North-West Passage) on the next day, with the morning tide. Honour to the Mayor and Corporation ! It is a brilliant ball. The band is complete. The room is spacious. The large conservatory opening out of it is pleasantly lit with Chinese lanterns, and beautifully decorated with shrubs and flowers. All officers of the army and navy who are present 8 THE FROZEN DEEP. wear their uniforms in honour of the occasion, Among the ladies the display of dresses (a subject which the men don't understand) is bewildering, and the average of beauty (a subject which the men do understand) is the highest average attain- able in all parts of the room. Tor the moment the dance which is in progress is a quadrille. General admiration selects two of the ladies who are dancing as its favourite objects. One is a dark beauty in the prime of womanhood — the wife of First Lieutenant Crayford, of the " Wanderer." The other is a young girl, pale and delicate, dressed simply in white, with no orna- ment on her head but her own lovely brown hair. This is Miss Clara Burnham — an orphan. She is Mrs. Crayford's dearest friend, and she is to stay with Mrs. Crayford during the Lieutenant's absence in the Arctic regions. She is now dancing, with the Lieutenant himself for partner, and with Mrs. Crayford and Captain Helding (Commanding Officer of the " Wanderer ") for vis-a-vis — in plain English, for opposite couple. The conversation between Captain Helding and Mrs. Crayford, in one of the intervals of the dance, turns on Miss Burnham. The Captain is greatly interested in Clara. He admires her beauty, but he thinks her manner,- for a young girl, strangely serious and subdued. Is she in delicate health ? Mrs. Crayford shakes her head, sighs myste- riously, and answers — THE BALL-ROOM, 9 " In very delicate health, Captain Helding.* " Consumptive f " Not in the least." " I am glad to hear that. She is a charming creature, Mrs. Crayford. She interests me inde- scribably. If I was only twenty years younger — perhaps (as I am not twenty years younger) I had better not finish the sentence? Is it indiscreet, my dear lady, to inquire what is the matter with her V " It might be indiscreet on the part of a stranger," said Mrs. Crayford. " An old friend like you may make any inquiries. I wish I could tell you what is the matter with Clara. It is a mystery to the doctors themselves. Some of the mischief is due, in my humble opinion, to the manner in which she has been brought up." " Aye ! aye ! A bad school, I suppose ?" « Very bad, Captain Helding. But not the sort of school which you have in your mind at this moment. Clara's early years were spent in a lonely old house in the Highlands of Scotland. The igno- rant people about her were the people who did the mischief which I have just "been speaking of. They filled her mind with the superstitions which are still respected as truths in the wild north- especially the superstition called the Second Sight." " God bless me !" cried the captain, " you don't mean to say she believes in such stuff as that ? In these enlightened times, too !" io THE FROZEN DEEP. Mrs. Crayford looked at her partner with a satirical smile. "In these enlightened times, Captain Helding, we only believe in dancing tables, and in messages sent from the other world by spirits who can't spell ! By comparison with such superstitions as these, even the Second Sight has something — in the shape of poetry — to recommend it, surely? Estimate for yourself," she continued seriously, " the effect of such surroundings as I have described on a delicate sen- sitive young creature — a girl with a naturally ima- ginative temperament, leading a lonely neglected life. Is it so very surprising that she should catch the infection of the superstition about her ? And is it quite incomprehensible that her nervous system should suffer accordingly, at a very critical period of her lifer* " Not at all, Mrs. Crayford — not at all, ma'am, as you put it. Still it is a little startling, to a com- monplace man like me, to meet a young lady at a ball who believes in the Second Sight. Does she really profess to see into the future ? Am I to understand that she positively falls into a trance, and sees people in distant countries, and foretells events to come ? That is the Second Sight, is it not r " That is the Second Sight, Captain. And that is, really and positively, what she does." "The young lady who is dancing opposite to us?" TH£ BALLROOM. ii " The young lady who is dancing opposite to us." The Captain waited a little — letting the new flood of information which had poured in on him settle itself steadily in his mind. This process accomplished, the Arctic explorer proceeded reso- lutely on his way to further discoveries. " May I ask, ma'am, if you have ever seen her in a state of trance with your own eyes?" he inquired. " My sister and I both saw her in the trance, little more than a month since," Mrs. Crayford replied. " She had been nervous and irritable all the morning, and we took her out into the garden to breathe the fresh air. Suddenly, without any reason for it, the colour left her face. She stood between us, insensible to touch, insensible to sound, motionless as stone, and cold as death, in a moment. The first change we noticed came after a lapse of some minutes. Her hands began to move slowly, as if she was groping in the dark. Words dropped one by one from her lips, in a lost vacant tone as if she was talking in her sleep. Whether what she said referred to past or future I cannot tell you. She spoke of persons in a foreign country — perfect strangers to my sister and to me. After a little interval, she suddenly be- came silent. A momentary colour appeared in her face, and left it again. Her eyes closed, her feet failed her, and she sank insensible into our arms." " Sank insensible into your arms," repeated the 12 THE FROZEN DEEP. Captain, absorbing his new information. " Most extraordinary ! And — in this state of health — she goes out to parties and dances. More extra- ordinary still !" " Yon are entirely mistaken," said Mrs. Crayford. " She is only here to-night to please me. And she is only dancing to please my husband. As a rule, she shuns all society. The doctor recommends change and amusement for her. She won't listen to him. Except on rare occasions like this, she persists in remaining at home." Captain Helding brightened at the allusion to the doctor. Something practical might be got out of the doctor. Scientific man. Sure to see this very obscure subject under a new light. " How does it strike the doctor now ?" said the Captain. "Viewed simply as a case, ma'am, how does it strike the doctor V " He will give no positive opinion," Mrs. Cray- ford answered. " He told me that such cases as Clara's were by no means unfamiliar to medical practice. ' We know,' he told me, ' that certain disordered conditions of the brain and the nervous system produce results quite as extraordinary as any that you have described — and there our know- ledge ends. Neither my science, nor any man's science can clear up the mystery in this case. It is an especially difficult case to deal with, because Miss Burnham's early associations dispose her to attach a superstitious importance to the malady— THE BALL-ROOM. 13 the hysterical malady, as some doctors would call it — from which she suffers. I can give you in- structions for preserving her general health ; and I can recommend you to try some change in her life — provided you first relieve her mind of any secret anxieties that may possibly "be preying on it.'" The Captain smiled self- approvingly. The doctor had justified his anticipations. The doctor had suggested a practical solution of the difficulty. " Ay ! ay ! At last we have hit the nail on the head ! Secret anxieties. Yes ! yes ! Plain enough now. A disappointment in love — eh, Mrs. Crayford ? "I don't know, Captain Helding; I am quite in the dark. Clara's confidence in me — in other matters unbounded — is, in this matter of her (supposed) anxieties, a confidence still withheld. In all else we are like sisters. I sometimes fear there may indeed be some trouble preying secretly on her mind. I sometimes feel a little hurt at her in- comprehensible silence." Captain Helding was ready with his own prac- tical remedy for this difficulty. " Encouragement is all she wants, ma'am. Take my word for it, this matter rests entirely with you. It's all in a nutshell. Encourage her to confide in you — and she will confide.' ' "lam waiting to encourage her, Captain, until she is left alone with me—after you have all sailed 14 THE FROZEN DEEP. for the Arctic Seas. In the meantime, will you consider what I have said to you as intended for your ear only ? And will you forgive me if I own that the turn the subject has taken does not tempt me to pursue it any farther V The Captain took the hint. He instantly changed the subject; choosing, on this occasion, safe professional topics. He spoke of ships that were ordered on foreign service ; and, finding that these as subjects failed to interest Mrs. Crayford, he spoke next of ships that were ordered home again. This last experiment produced its effect — an effect which the Captain had not bargained for. " Do you know," he began, " that the ' Atalanta ' is expected back from the West Coast of Africa every day ? Have you any acquaintances among the officers of that ship V As it so happened, he put those questions to Mrs. Crayford while they were engaged in one of the figures of the dance which bronght them within hearing of the opposite couple. At the same moment — to the astonishment of her friends and admirers — Miss Clara Burnham threw the quad- rille into confusion by making a mistake ! Every- body waited to see her set the mistake right. She made no attempt to set it right — she turned deadly pale, and caught her partner by the arm. " The heat !" she said faintly. " Take me away —take me into the air !" Lieutenant Crayford instantly led her out of the THE BALL-ROOM. 15 dance, and took her into the cool and empty con- servatory at the end of the room. As a matter of course, Captain Heidi ng and Mrs. Crayfordleft the quadrille at the same time. The Captain saw his way to a joke. " Is this the trance coming on V he whispered. " If it is, as commander of the Arctic Expedition, I have a particular request to make. Will the Second Sight oblige me by seeing the shortest way to the North- West Passage before we leave England T Mrs. Crayford declined to humour the joke. " If you will excuse my leaving you," she said quietly, " I will try and find out what is the mat- ter with Miss Burnham." At the entrance to the conservatory Mrs. Cray- ford encountered her husband. The Lieutenant was of middle age, tall and comely ; a man with a winning simplicity and gentleness in his manner, and an irresistible kindness in his brave blue eyes. In one word, a man whom everybody loved — including his wife. " Don't be alarmed," said the Lieutenant. " The heat has overcome her — that's all." Mrs. Crayford shook her head, and looked at her husband, half satirically, half fondly* " You dear old innocent J" she exclaimed, " that excuse may do for yow. For my part, I don't be- lieve a word of it. Go and get another partner, and leave Clara to me." i6 THE FROZEN DEEP. She entered the conservatory and seated herself by Clara's side. CHAPTER II. "Now, my dear!" (Mrs. Crayford began) "what does this mean V " Nothing." " That won't do, Clara. Try again." " The heat of the room " " That won't do either. Say that you choose to keep your own secrets, and I shall understand what you mean." Clara's sad clear grey eyes looked up for the first time in Mrs. Crayford's face, and suddenly became dimmed with tears. " If I only dared tell you !" she murmured. " I hold so to your good opinion of me, Lucy — and I am so afraid of losing it." Mrs. Crayford's manner changed. Her eyes rested gravely and anxiously on Clara's face. " You know as well as I do that nothing can shake my affection for you," she said. " Do justice, my child, to your old friend. There is nobody here to listen to what we say. Open your heart, Clara. I see you are in trouble, and I want to comfort you." Clara began to yield. In other words, she began to make conditions. THE BALL-ROOM. 17 "■ Will you promise to keep what I tell you a secret from every living creature V she began. Mrs. Crayford met that question by putting a question on her side. " Does ' every living creature ' include my hus- band r "Your husband more than anybody! I love him, I revere him. He is so noble ; he is so good ! If I told him what I am going to tell you, he would despise me. Own it plainly, Lucy, if I am asking too much in asking you to keep a secret from your husband." " Nonsense, child ! When you are married you will know that the easiest of all secrets to keep is a secret from your husband, I give you my promise. Now begin I" Clara hesitated painfully, "I don't know how to begin! 5 ' she exclaimed with a burst of despair, " The words won't come to me." "Then I must help you. Do you feel ill to- night ? Do you feel as you felt that day when you were with my sister and me in the garden V "Oh, no." " You are not ill, you are not really affected by the heat — and yet you turn as pale as ashes, and you are obliged to leave the quadrille ! There must be some reason for this." " There is a reason. Captain Helding " 2 IS THE FROZEN DEEP, "Captain Helding ! What in the name of won- der has the Captain to do with it V* " He told you something about the ' Atalanta.' He said the 'Atalanta' was expected back from Africa immediately," " Well, and what of that ? Is there anybody in whom you are interested coming home in the ship T "Somebody whom I am afraid of is coming home in the ship." Mrs. Crayford's magnificent black eyes opened wide in amazement. " My dear Clara ! do you really mean what you say?" "Wait a little, Lucy, and you shall judge for yourself. We must go back — if I am to make you understand me — to the year before we knew each other; to the last year of my father's life. Did I ever tell you that my father moved south- ward, for the sake of his health, to a house in Kent that was lent to him by a friend T " No, my dear. I don't remember ever hearing of the house in Kent. Tell me about it." "There is nothing to tell — except this. The new house was near a fine country seat standing in its own park. The owner of the place was a gentleman named Wardour. He, too, was one of my father's Kentish friends. He had an only son." She paused, and played nervously with her fan. Mrs. Cray ford looked at her attentively. Clara's THE BALL-ROOM. 19 eyes remained fixed on her fan — Clara said no more. " What was the son's name ?" asked Mrs. Cray- ford, quietly. " Richard." "Am I right, Clara, in suspecting that Mr. Richard Wardour admired you V The question produced its intended effect. The question helped Clara to go on. " I hardly knew at first," she said, " whether he admired me or not. He was very strange in his ways — headstrong, terribly headstrong and pas- sionate ; but generous and affectionate in spite of his faults of temper. Can you understand such a character V "Such characters exist by thousands. I have my faults of temper. I begin to like Richard already. Go on." " The days went by, Lucy, and the weeks went by. We were thrown very much together. I began, little by little, to have some suspicion of the truth." "And Richard helped to confirm your sus- picions, of course V " No. He was not — unhappily for me — he was not that sort of man. He never spoke of the feel- ing with which he regarded me. It was I who saw it. I couldn't help seeing it. I did all I could to show that I was willing to be a sister to lam, acd that I could never be anything else. He 2—2 2o THE FROZEN DEEP. did not understand me, or he would not— I can't say which." "'Would not* is the most likely, my dear. Go on." " It might have been as you say. There was a strange rough bashfulness about him. He con- fused and puzzled me. He never spoke out. He seemed to treat me as if our future lives had been provided for while we were children. What could I do, Lucy?" " Do ? You could have asked your father to end the difficulty for you." " Impossible I You forget what I have just told you. My father was suffering at that time under the illness which afterwards caused his death. He was quite unfit to interfere." " Was there no one else who could help you V "No one." " No lady in whom you could confide V " I had acquaintances among the ladies in the neighbourhood. I had no friends." "What did you do, then ?" " Nothing. I hesitated ; I put off coming to an explanation with him — unfortunately until it was too late." " What do you mean by too late V " You shall hear. I ought to have told you that Bichard Wardour is in the navy " "Indeed? I am more interested in him tha$ eyer. Well?" THE BALL-ROOM. H " One spring clay, Richard came to our house to take leave of us before he joined his ship. I thought he was gone, and I went into the next room. It was my own sitting-room, and it opened on to the garden." "Yes?" "Richard must have been watching me. He suddenly appeared in the garden. Without wait- ing for me to invite him, he walked into the room. I was a little startled as well as surprised, but I managed to hide it. I said, 'What is it, Mr. Wardour V He stepped close up to me ; he said, in his quick rough way : ' Clara ; I am going to the African coast. If I live, I shall come back promoted; and we both know what will happen then.' He kissed me. I was half frightened, half angry. Before I could compose myself to say a word, he was out in the garden again — he was gone ! I ought to have spoken, I know. It was not honourable, not kind towards him. You can't re- proach me for my want of courage and frankness more bitterly than I reproach myself !" " My dear child, I don't reproach you. I only think you might have written to him." " I did write." " Plainly T " Yes. I told him in so many words that he was deceiving himself, and that I could never marry him." " Plain enough, in all conscience ! Having said S2 THE FROZEN DEEP. that, surely you are not to blame ? What are you fretting about now V " Suppose my letter has never reached him V "Why should you suppose anything of the sort?" "What I wrote required an answer, Lucy — ashed for an answer. The answer has never come. What is the plain conclusion ? My letter has never reached him. And the 'Atalanta' is ex- pected back! Richard Wardour is returning to England — Richard Wardour will claim me as his wife ! You wondered just now if I really meant what I said. Do you doubt it still ?" Mrs. Crayford leaned back absently in her chair. For the first time since the conversation had begun, she let a question pass without making a reply. The truth is, Mrs. Crayford was thinking. She saw Clara's position plainly ; she understood the disturbing effect of it on the mind of a young girl. Still, making all allowances, she felt quite at a loss, so far, to account for Clara's excessive agita- tion. Her quick observing faculty had just detected that Clara's face showed no signs of relief, now that she had unburdened herself of her secret. There was something clearly under the surface here — something of importance, that still remained to be discovered. A shrewd doubt crossed Mrs. Crayford's mind, and inspired the next words which she addressed to her young friend. THE BALL-ROOM. 23 " My dear," she said abruptly, " have you told me all ?" Clara started as if the question terrified her. Feeling surethat she had the clue in her hand, — Mrs. Crayford deliberately repeated her question in another form of words. Instead Of answering, Clara suddenly looked up. At the same moment a faint flush of colour appeared in her face for the first time. Looking up instinctively on her side, Mrs. Cray- ford became aware of the presence in the conserva- tory of a young gentleman who was claiming Clara as his partner in the coming waltz. Mrs. Crayford fell into thinking once more. Had this young gentleman (she asked herself) anything to do with the untold end of the story ? Was this the true secret of Clara Burnham's terror at the impending return of Kichard Wardour ? Mrs. Crayford de- cided on putting her doubts to the test. " A friend of yours, my dear ?" she asked inno- cently. " Suppose you introduce us to each other ?" Clara confusedly introduced the young gentle- man. "Mr. Francis Aldersley, Lucy. Mr. Aldersley belongs to the Arctic Expedition." " Attached to the Expedition," Mrs. Crayford re- peated. " I am attached to the Expedition too — in my way. I had better introduce myself, Mr Aldersley, as Clara seems to have forgotten to do H THE FROZEN DEEP. it for me. I am Mrs. Crayford. My husband is Lieutenant Crayford of the ' Wanderer.' Do you belong to that ship V " I have not the honour, Mrs. Crayford. I be- long to the ' Sea-Mew.' " Mrs. Crayford's superb eyes looked shrewdly backwards and forwards between Clara and Francis Aldersley, and saw the untold sequel to Clara's story. The young officer was a bright, handsome, gentlemanlike lad — just the person to seriously complicate the difficulty with Eichard Wardour ! There was no time for making any farther in- quiries. The band had begun the prelude to the waltz, and Francis Aldersley was waiting for his partner. With a word of apology to the young man, Mrs. Crayford drew Clara aside for a moment and spoke to her in a whisper. " One word, my dear, before you return to the ball-room. It may sound conceited — after the little you have told me — but I think I understand your position now better than you do yourself. Do you want to hear my opinion V " I am longing to hear it, Lucy ! I want your opinion ; I want your advice." " You shall have both, in the plainest and the fewest words. First, my opinion: You have no choice but to come to an explanation with Mr. Wardour as soon as he returns. Second, my advice : Tf you wish to make the explanation THE BALL-ROOM, i$ easy to both sides, take care that you make it in the character of a free woman." She laid a strong emphasis on the last three words, and looked pointedly at Francis Aldersley as she pronounced them. " I won't keep you from your partner any longer, Clara/'' she resumed, and led the way back to the ball-room. CHAPTER III. The burden on Clara's mind weighs on it more heavily than ever after what Mrs. Crayford has said to her. She is too unhappy to feel the in- spiriting influence of the dance. After a turn round the room, she complains of fatigue. Mr. Francis Aldersley looks at the conservatory (still as invitingly cool and empty as ever), leads her back to it, and places her on a seat among the shrubs. She tries — very feebly — to dismiss him. "Don't let me keep you from dancing, Mr. Aldersley." He seats himself by her side, and feasts his eyes on the lovely downcast face that dares not turn towards him. He whispers to her : " Call me Frank." She longs to call him Frank — she loves him with all her heart. But Mrs. Crayford's warning words are still in her mind. She never opens her lips. Her lover moves a little closer, and asks 2§ THE FROZEN DEEP. another favour. Men are all alike on these occa- sions. Silence invariably encourages them to try again. " Clara ! have you forgotten what I said at the concert yesterday ? May I say it again T "Nor " We shall sail to-morrow for the Arctic Seas. I may not return for years. Don't send me away without hope ! Think of the long lonely time in the dark North ! Make it a happy time for one." Though he speaks with the fervour of a man, he is little more than a lad ; he is only twenty years old — and he is going to risk his young life on the frozen deep ! Clara pities him as she never pitied any human creature before. He gently takes her hand. She tries to release it. " What ! Not even that little favour on the last night r Her faithful heart takes his part, in spite of her. Her hand remains in his, and feels its soft per- suasive pressure. She is a lost woman. It is only a question of time now ! " Clara ! do you love me V There is a pause. She shrinks from looking at him — she trembles with strange contradictory sen- sations of pleasure and pain. His arm steals round her : he repeats his question in a whisper ; his lips almost touch her little rosy ear as he says it again: "Do you love me V THE BALL-ROOM. 27 She closes Kef eyes faintly — sne hears nothing but those words — feels nothing but his arm round her — forgets Mrs. Crayford's warning— forgets Richard Wardour himself — turns suddenly, with a loving woman's desperate disregard of everything but her love, nestles her head on his bosom, and answers him in thatlway at last ! He lifts the beautiful drooping head — their lips meet in their first kiss — they are both in heaven- it is Clara who brings them back to earth again with a start — it is Clara who says, " Oh ! what have I done V — as usual, when it is too late. Frank answers the question. " You have made me happy, my angel. Now, when I come back, I come back to make you my wife." She shudders. She remembers Richard War- dour again at those words. " Mind !" she says, " nobody is to know we are engaged till I permit you to mention it. Remem- ber that !" He promises to remember it. His arm tries to wind round her once more. No ! She is mistress of herself ; she can positively dismiss him now — after she has let him kiss her ! " Go !" she says* " I want to"see Mrs. CrayforcL Find her ! Say I am here, waiting to speak to her. Go at once, Frank — for my sake !" There is no alternative but to obey her. His eyes drink a last draught of her beauty, Hp 2& THE FROZEN DEEP. hurries away on his errand — the happiest man in the room. Five minutes since, she was only his partner in the dance. He has spoken — and she has pledged herself to be his partner for life ! CHAPTER IV. It was not easy to find Mrs. Crayford in the crowd. Searching here and searching there, Frank became conscious of a stranger, who appeared to be look- ing for somebody on his side. He was a dark, heavy-browed, strongly-built man; dressed in a shabby old naval officer's uniform. His manner —strikingly resolute and self-contained — was un- mistakably the manner of a gentleman. He wound his way slowly through the crowd; stopping to look at every lady whom he passed, and then look- ing away again with a frown. Little by little he approached the conservatory — entered it, after a moment's reflection — detected the glimmer of a white dress in the distance, through the shrubs and flowers — advanced to get a nearer view of the lady — and burst into Clara's presence with a cry of delight. She sprang to her feet. She stood before him speechless, motionless, struck to stone. All her life was in her eyes — the eyes which told her she was looking at Eichard Wardour. He was the first to speak. THE BALL-ROOM. 29 "lam sorry I startled you, my darling. I for* got everything but the happiness of seeing you again. We only reached our moorings two hours since. I was some time inquiring after you, and some time getting my ticket, when they told me you were at the hall. Wish me joy, Clara ! I am promoted. I have come back to make you my wife." A momentary change passed over the blank terror of her face. Her colour rose faintly, her lips moved. She abruptly put a question to him. " Did you get my letter V He started. " A letter from you ? I never re- ceived it." The momentary animation died out of her face again. She drew back from him, and dropped into a chair. He advanced towards her, astonished and alarmed. She shrank in the chair- — shrank, as if she was frightened of him. " Clara ! you have not even shaken hands with me ! What does it mean ?" He paused, waiting, and watching her. She made no reply. A flash of the quick temper in him leapt up in his eyes. He repeat his last words in louder and sterner tones : " What does it mean T She replied this time. His tone had hurt her — his tone had roused her sinking courage. "It means, Mr. Wardour, that you have been piistaken from the first " 3o THE FROZEN DEEP. * How have I been mistaken V " You have been under a wrong impression, and you have given me no opportunity of setting you right." * In what way have I been wrong ?" "You have been too hasty and too confident about yourself and about me. You have entirely misunderstood me. I am grieved to distress you, but for your sake I must speak plainly. I am your friend always, Mr. Wardour., 1 can never be your wife." He mechanically repeated the last words. He seemed to doubt whether he had heard her aright. " You can never be my wife V "Never!" "Why!" There was no answer. She was incapable of telling him a falsehood. She was ashamed to tell him the truth. He stooped over her, and suddenly possessed himself of her hand. Holding her hand firmly, he stooped a litttle lower, searching for the signs which might answer him in her face. His own face darkened slowly while he looked. He was be- ginning to suspect her, and he acknowledged it in his next words. " Something has changed you towards me, Clara. Somebody has influenced you against me. Is it — you force me to ask the question — is it some other, man T THE BALL-ROOM. 31 " You have no right to ask me that." He went on without noticing what she had said to him. "Has that other man come between you and me ? I speak plainly on my side. Speak plainly on yours." " I have spoken. I have nothing more to say." There was a pause. She saw the warning light which told of the fire within him, growing brighter and brighter in his eyes. She felt his grasp strengthening on her hand. She heard him appeal to her for the last time. " Reflect," he said, reflect " before it is too late. Your silence will not serve you. If you persist in not answering me, I shall take your silence as a confession. Do you hear me V* " I hear you." " Clara Burnham ! I am not to be trifled with. Clara Burnham ! I insist on the truth. Are you false to me ?" She resented that searching question with a woman's keen sense of the insult that is implied in doubting her to her face. " Mr. Wardour ! you forget yourself when you call me to account in that way. I never en- couraged you. I never gave you promise or pledge " He passionately interrupted her before she could gay more. "You have engaged yourself in my absence. 32 THE FROZEN DEEP. Your words own it ; your looks own it ! You have engaged yourself to another man V "If I have engaged myself, what right have yon to complain of it V she answered firmly. " What right have yon to control my actions f The next words died away on her lips. He suddenly dropped her hand. A marked change appeared in the expression of his eyes— a change which told her of the terrible passions that she had let loose in him. She read, dimly read, something in his face which made her tremble — not for her- self, but for Frank. Little by little the dark colour faded out of his face. His deep voice dropped suddenly to a low and quiet tone as he spoke the parting words. " Say no more, Miss Burnham — you have said enough. I am answered; I am dismissed." He paused, and stepping close up to her, laid his hand on her arm. " The time may come," he said, " when I shall forgive you. But the man who has robbed me of you shall rue the day when you and he first met." He turned, and left her. A few minutes later, Mrs. Crayford, entering the conservatory, was met by one of the attendants at the ball. The man stopped as if he wished, to speak to her. THE BALL-ROOM. 33 " What do you want V she asked. " I "beg your pardon, ma'am. Do you happen to have a smelling-bottle about you ? There is a young lady in the conservatory who is taken faint." BETWEEN THE SCENES. THE LANDING STAGE. CHAPTER V. The morning of the next day — the morning on which the ships were to sail — came bright and breezy. Mrs. Crayford, having arranged to follow her husband to the water-side and see the last of him before he embarked, entered Clara's room on her way out of the house, anxious to hear how her young friend had passed the night. To her aston- ishment, she found Clara had risen and was dressed, like herself, to go out. " What does this mean, my dear ? After what you suffered last night — after the shock of seeing that man — why don't you take my advice and rest in your bed V " I can't rest. I have not slept all night. Have you been out yet V "No." " Have you seen or heard anything of Richard Wardour T " What an extraordinary question 1" THE LANDING STAGE. 35 M Answer my question ! Don't trifle with me !" " Compose yourself, Clara. I have neither seen nor heard anything of Eichard Wardour. Take my word for it, he is far enough away by this time." " No ! He is here ! He is near us ! All night long the presentiment has pursued me — Frank and Eichard Wardour will meet." "My dear child, what are you thinking of? They are total strangers to each other." " Something will happen to bring them together. I feel it ! I know it ! They will meet ; there will be a mortal quarrel between them, and I shall be to blame. Oh, Lucy ! why didn't I take your ad- vice? Why was I mad enough to let Frank know that I loved him ? Are you going to the landing-stage ? I am all ready ; I must go with you." " You must not think of it, Clara. There will be crowding and confusion at the water-side. You are not strong enough to bear it. Wait — I won't be long away — wait till I come back." " I must, and will, go with you ! Crowd ! He will be among the crowd ! Confusion ! In that confusion he will find his way to Frank ! Don't ask me to wait. I shall go mad if I wait. I shall not know a moment's ease until I have seen Frank with my own eyes safe in the boat which takes him to his ship. You have got your bonnet on ; what are we stopping here for ? Come ! or I shall 3—2 36 THE FROZEN DEEP. go without you. Look at the clock ! We have not a moment to lose !" It was useless to contend with her. Mrs. Cray- ford yielded. The two women left the house to- gether. The landing-stage, as Mrs. Crayford had pre- dicted, was thronged with spectators. Not only the relatives and friends of the Arctic voyagers, hut strangers as well, had assembled in large num- bers to see the ships sail. Clara's eyes wandered affrightedly hither and thither among the strange faces in the crowd, searching for the one face that she dreaded to see, and not finding it. So com- pletely were her nerves unstrung, that she started with a cry of alarm on suddenly hearing Frank's voice behind her. " The ' Sea-Mew's' boats are waiting," he said. " I must go, darling. How pale you are looking, Clara ! Are you ill t" She never answered. She questioned him with wild eyes and trembling lips. " Has anything happened to you, Frank ? any- thing out of the common ?" Frank laughed at the strange question. " Anything out of the common V he repeated. " Nothing that I know of, except sailing for the Arctic Seas. That's out of the common, I suppose; isn't it V " Has anybody spoken to you since last night 1 Has any stranger followed you in the street ?" THE LANDING STAGE. 37 Frank turned in blank amazement to Mrs. Crayford. " What on earth does she mean V Mrs. Crayford's lively invention supplied her with an answer on the spur of the moment. " Do you believe in dreams, Frank ? Of course you don't! Clara has been dreaming about you, and Clara is foolish enough to believe in dreams. That's all; it's not worth talking about. Hark! they are calling you. Say good-bye, or you will be too late for the boat." Frank took Clara's hand. Long afterwards — in the dark Arctic days, in the dreary Arctic nights — he remembered how coldly and how passively that hand lay in his. "Courage, Clara!" he said gaily. "A salor's sweetheart must accustom herself to partings. The time will soon pass. Good-bye, my darling ! Good- bye, my wife !" He kissed the cold hand ; he looked his last — for many a long year perhaps ! — at the pale and beautiful face. How she loves me! he thought. How the parting distresses her ! He still held her hand; he would have lingered longer, if Mrs. Crayford had not wisely waived all ceremony and pushed him away. The two ladies followed him at a safe distance through the crowd, and saw him step into the boat. The oars struck the water ; Frank waved his cap to Clara. In a moment more a vessel at anchor $8 THE FROZEN DEEP. hid the boat from view. They had seen the last of him on his way to the Irozen Deep ! " No Eichard Wardour in the boat," said Mrs. Crayford. "No Eichard Wardour on the shore. Let this be a lesson to you, my dear. Never be foolish enough to believe in presentiments again." Clara's eyes still wandered suspiciously to and fro among the crowd. " Are you not satisfied yet V asked Mrs. Cray- ford. "No," Clara answered, "I am not satisfied yet." " What ! still looking for him ? This is really too absurd. Here is my husband coming. I shall tell him to call a cab and send you home/' Clara drew back a few steps. " I won't be in the way, Lucy, while you are taking leave of your good husband," she said. " I will wait here." "Wait here! What for ?" " For something which I may yet see. Or for something which I may still hear." " Eichard Wardour V " Eichard Wardour." Mrs. Crayford turned to her husband without another word. Clara's infatuation was beyond the reach of remonstrance. The boats of the " Wanderer " took the place at the landing-stage vacated by the boats of the " Sea- THE LANDING STAGE. 39 Mew." A burst of cheering among the outer ranks of the crowd announced the arrival of the commander of the Expedition on the scene. Cap- tain Helding appeared, looking right and left for his first lieutenant. Finding Crayford with his wife, the captain made his apologies for interfering with his best grace. " Give him up to his professional duties for one minute, Mrs. Crayford, and you shall have him back again for half an hour. The Arctic Expedi- tion is to blame, my dear lady — not the captain — for parting man and wife. In Crayford's place I should have left it to the bachelors to find the North-west Passage, and have stopped at home* * with you." Excusing himself in those bluntly complimen- tary terms, Captain Helding drew the lieutenant aside a few steps, accidentally taking a direction that led the two officers close to the place at which Clara was standing. Both the captain and the lieutenant were too completely absorbed in their professional duties to notice her. Neither the one nor the other had the faintest suspicion that she could, and did, hear every word of the talk that passed between them. "You received my note this morning V the captain began. " Certainly, Captain Helding, or I should have been on board the ship long before this." " I am going on board myself at once," the cap- 4o THE FROZEN DEEP. tain proceeded. " But I must ask you to keep your boat waiting for half an hour more. You will be all the longer with your wife, you know. I thought of that, Crayford." " I am much obliged to you, Captain Helding. I suppose there is some other reason for inverting the customary order of things, and keeping the lieutenant on shore after the captain is on board V " Quite true ; there is another reason. I want you to wait for a volunteer who has just joined us." " A volunteer !" " Yes ; he has his outfit to get in a hurry, and he may be half an hour late." " It's rather a sudden appointment, isn't it V " No doubt. Very sudden." " And, pardon me, it's rather a long time (as we are situated) to keep the ships waiting for one man?" " Quite true, again. But a man who is worth having is worth waiting for. This man is worth having ; this man is worth his weight in gold to such an expedition as ours. Seasoned to all cli- mates and all fatigues ; a strong fellow, a brave fellow, a clever fellow — in short, an excellent officer. I know him well, or I should never have taken him. The country gets plenty of work out of my new volunteer, Crayford. He only returned yesterday from foreign service." " He only returned yesterday from foreign ser- vice, and he volunteers this morning to join the Arctic Expedition ! You astonish me." THE LANDING STAGE. 41 " I dare say I do ; you can't be more astonished than I was when he presented himself at my hotel and told me what he wanted. ' Why, my good fellow, you have just got home/ I said ; ' are you weary of your freedom after only a few hours' experience of it V His answer rather startled me. He said, ' I am weary of my life, sir ; I have come home and found a trouble to welcome me which goes near to break my heart. If I don't take refuge in absence and hard work, I am a lost man. Will you give me refuge V That's what he said, Crayford, word for word." " Did you ask him to explain himself further V " Not I ; I knew his value, and I took the poor devil on the spot without pestering him with any more questions. No need to ask him to explain himself; the facts speak for themselves in these cases. The old story, my good friend. There's a woman at the bottom of it, of course." Mrs. Crayford, waiting for the return of her husband as patiently as she could, was startled by feeling a hand suddenly laid on her shoulder. She looked round and confronted Clara. Her first feeling of surprise changed instantly to alarm. Clara was trembling from head to foot. " What is the matter ? What has frightened you, my dear ?" " Lucy ! I have heard of him !" " Eichard Wardour again V 42 THE FROZEN DEEP. "Eemember what I told you. I have heard every word of the conversation between Captain Helding and your husband. A man came to the Captain this morning and volunteered to join the 'Wanderer/ The Captain has taken him. The man is Eichard Wardour." " You don't mean it ! Are you sure ? Did you hear Captain Helding mention his name V "No." " Then how do you know it's Richard Wardour V " Don't ask me ! I am as certain of it as that I am standing here ! They are going away together, Lucy — away to the eternal ice and snow. My fore- boding has come true. The two will meet — the man who is to marry me, and the man whose heart I have broken !" " Your foreboding has not come true, Clara ! The men have not met here — the men are not likely to meet elsewhere. Even supposing it is Wardour, they are appointed to separate ships. Frank belongs to the ' Sea-Mew,' and Wardour to the ' Wanderer.' See ! My husband is coming this way. Let me speak to him." Lieutenant Crayford returned to his wife. She spoke to him instantly. "William, have you got a new volunteer who joins the * Wanderer V " " What ! you have been listening to the Captain and me ?" " I want to know his name." THE LANDING STAGE. 43 "How in the world did you manage to hear what we said to each other ?" " His name ? has the Captain given you hia name T " Don't excite yourself, my dear. Look ! you are positively alarming Miss Burnham. The new volun- teer is a perfect stranger to us. There is his name —last on the ship's list." Mrs. Crayford snatched the list out of her hus- band's hand, and read the name : "Eicharo Waedouil" SECOND SCENE. THE HUT OF THE SEA-MEW. CHAPTEE VI. Good-bye to England ! Good-bye to inhabited and civilised regions of the earth ! Two years have passed since the voyagers sailed from their native shores. The enterprise has failed — the Arctic Expedition is lost and ice- locked in the Polar wastes. The good ships " Wanderer" and " Sea-Mew/' entombed in ice, will never ride the buoyant waters more. Stripped of their lighter timbers, both vessels have been used for the construction of huts, erected on the nearest land. The largest of the two buildings which now shelter the lost men, is occupied by the surviving officers and crew of the " Sea-Mew." On one side of the principal room are the sleeping-berths and the fireplace. The other side discloses a broad doorway (closed by a canvas screen), which serves as means ol communication with an inner apart- ment, devoted to the superior officers. A ham- THE HUT OF THE SEA-MEW. 4$ mock is slung to the rough raftered roof of the main room as an extra hed. A man, completely hidden by his bedclothes, is sleeping in the ham- mock. By the fireside there is a second man — supposed to be on the watch — fast asleep, poor wretch ! at the present moment. Behind the sleeper stands an old cask, which serves for a table. The objects at present on the table are a pestle and mortar, and a saucepan full of dry bones of animals. In plain words, the dinner for the day. By way of ornament to the dull brown walls, icicles appear in the crevices of the timber, gleaming at intervals in the red firelight. No wind whistles outside the lonely dwelling — no cry of bird or beast is heard. Indoors and out of doors, the awful silence of the polar desert reigns, for the moment, undisturbed. CHAPTER VII. The first sound that broke the silence came from the inner apartment. An officer lifted the canvas screen in the hut of the "Sea-Mew," and entered the main room. Cold and privation had sadly thinned the ranks. The commander of the ship — Captain Ebsworth — was dangerously ill. The first lieu- tenant was dead. An officer of the " Wanderer" filled their places for the time, with Captain Helding's permission. The officer so employed was — Lieutenant Crayford. He approached the man at the fireside and awakened him. 46 THE FROZEN DEEP. " Jump up, Bateson ! It's your turn to be re- lieved." The relief appeared, rising from a heap of old sails at the back of the hut. Bateson vanished, yawning, to his bed. Lieutenant Crayford walked backwards and forwards briskly, trying what exercise would do towards warming his blood. The pestle and mortar on the cask attracted his attention. He stopped and looked up at the man in the hammock. " I must rouse the cook," he said to himself, with a smile. " That fellow little thinks how use- ful he is in keeping up my spirits. The most inveterate croaker and grumbler in the world — and yet, according to his own account, the only cheer- ful man in the whole ship's company. John Want ! John Want ! Eouse up, there !" A head rose slowly out of the bedclothes, covered with a red night-cap. A melancholy nose rested itself on the edge of the hammock. A voice, worthy of the nose, expressed its opinion of the Arctic climate in these words : " Lord ! Lord ! here's all my breath on my blanket. Icicles, if you please, sir, all round my mouth and all over my blanket. Every time I have snored I've frozen something. When a man gets the cold into him to that extent that he ices his own bed, it can't last much longer. Never mind ! i" don't grumble." Crayford tapped the saucepan of bones im* THE HUT OF THE SEA-MEW. 47 patiently. John Want lowered himself to the floor — grumbling all the way — by a rope attached to the rafters at his bed head. Instead of ap- proaching his superior officer and his saucepan he hobbled, shivering, to the fireplace, and held his chin as close as he possibly could over the fire. Crayford looked after him. " Hullo ! what are you doing there V ** Thawing my beard, sir." " Come here directly, and set to work on these bones." John Want remained immovably attached to the fireplace, holding something else over the fire. Crayford began to lose his temper, " What the devil are you about now ?" " Thawing my watch, sir. It's been under my pillow all night, and the cold has stopped it. Cheerful, wholesome, bracing sort of climate to live in, isn't it, sir ? Never mind ! I don't grumble." "No; we all know that. Look here! Are these bones pounded small enough ?" John Want suddenly approached the lieutenant, and looked at him with an appearance of the deepest interest. "You'll excuse me, sir," he said; "how very hollow your voice sounds this morning !" " Never mind my voice. The bones \ the bones !' " Yes, sir — the bones. They'll take a trifle more pounding. I'll do my best with them, sir, for your sake." 48 THE FROZEN DEEP. " What do you mean ?" John "Want shook his head, and looked at Cray* ford with a dreary smile. " I don't think I shall have the honour of mak- ing much more bone soup for you, sir. Do you think yourself you'll last long, sir ? I don't, saving your presence. I think about another week or ten days will do for us all. Never mind. I don't grumble." He poured the bones into the mortar and began to pound them — under protest. At the same moment a sailor appeared, entering from the inner hut. " A message from Captain Ebsworth, sir." "Well?" " The Captain is worse than ever with his freez- ing pains, sir. He wants to see you immediately." " I will go at once. Eouse the doctor." Answering in those terms, Crayford returned to the inner hut, followed by the sailor. John Want shook his head again, and smiled more drearily than ever. " Eouse the doctor," he repeated. " Suppose the doctor should be frozen ? He hadn't a ha'porth of warmth in him last night, and his voice sounded like a whisper in a speaking trumpet. Will the bones do now ? Yes, the bones will do now. Into the saucepan with you," cried John Want, suiting the action to the word, " and flavour the hot water if you can! When I remember that I was THE HUT OF THE SEA-MEW 49 once an apprentice at a pastrycook's — when I think of the gallons of turtle-soup that this hand has stirred up in a jolly hot kitchen — and when I find myself mixing bones and hot water for soup, and turning into ice as fast as I can, if I wasn't of a cheerful disposition I should feel inclined to grumble. John Want ! John Want ! Whatever had you done with your natural senses, when you made up your mind to go to sea V A new voice hailed the cook, speaking from one of the bedplaces in the side of the hut. It was the voice of Francis Aldersley. " Who's that croaking over the fire ?" " Croaking V repeated John Want, with the air of a man who considered himself the object of a gratuitous insult. " Croaking ? You don't find your own voice at all altered for the worse — do you, Mr. Frank ? I don't give him," John pro- ceeded, speaking confidentially to himself, " more than six hours to last. He's one of your grumblers." " What are you doing there V asked Frank. " I'm making bone soup, sir, and wondering why I ever went to sea." " Well, and why did you go to sea V "I'm not certain, Mr. Frank. Sometimes I think it was natural perversity ; sometimes I think it was false pride at getting over sea-sickness sometimes I think it was reading Eobinson Crusoe and books warning of me not to go to sea." 4 5© THE FROZEN DEEP. Frank laughed. " You're an odd fellow. What do you mean by false pride at getting over sea-sick- ness? Did you get over sea-sickness in some new way?" John Want's dismal face brightened in spite of himself. Frank had recalled to the cook's memory one of the noteworthy passages in the cook's life. " That's it, sir !" he said. " If ever a man cured sea-sickness in a new way yet, I am that man — I got over it, Mr. Frank, by dint of hard eating. I was a passenger on board a packet-boat, sir, when first I saw blue water. A nasty lopp of a sea came on at dinner time, and I began to feel queer the moment the soup was put on the table. 'Sick?' says the captain. 'Bather, sir/ says I. 1 Will you try my cure ?' says the captain. ' Cer- tainly, sir,' says I. 'Is your heart in your mouth yet?' says the captain. 'Not quite, sir,' says I. 'Mock-turtle soup/ says the captain, and helps me. I swallow a couple of spoonfuls, and turn as white as a sheet. The cap- tain cocks his eye at me. ' Go on deck, sir/ says he, ' get rid of the soup, and then come back to the cabin.' I got rid of the soup, and then came back to the cabin. ' Cod's head-and-shoulders/ says the captain, and helps me. ' I can't stand it, sir/ says I. ' You must/ says the captain, ' because it's the cure/ I crammed down a mouthful and turned paler than ever. ' Go on deck/ says the captain. ' Get rid of the cod's head, and come back to the THE HUT OF THE SEA-MEW. S t cabin.' Off I go, and back I come. « Boiled leg of mutton and trimmings/ says the captain, and helps me. 'No fat, sir !' says I. 'Fat's the cure/ says the captain, and makes me eat it. 'Lean's the cure' says the captain, and makes me eat it. ' Steady?' says the captain. 'Sick,' says I. 'Go on deck/ says the captain, 'get rid of the boiled leg of mut- ton and trimmings, and come back to the cabin. Off I go, staggering— back I come, more dead than alive. 'Devilled kidneys/ says the captain. I shut my eyes, and got 'em down. 'Cure's beginning/ says the captain. 'Mutton chop and pickles.' I shut my eyes, and got them down. ' Broiled ham and cayenne pepper/ says the captain. ' Glass of stout and cranberry tart. Want to go on deck again V 'No, sir/ says I. ' Cure's done/ says the captain. 'Never you give in to your stomach, and your stomach will end in giving in to you.' " Having stated the moral purpose of his story in those unanswerable words, John Want took him- self and his saucepan into the kitchen. A moment later Crayford returned to the hut, and astonished Prank Aldersley by an unexpected question. " Have you anything in your berth, Frank, that you set a value on ?" Frank looked puzzled. "Nothing that I set the smallest value on— when I am out of it," he replied. "What does your question mean V "We are almost as short of fuel as we are of 4—2 52 THE FROZEN DEEP. provisions," Crayford proceeded. " Your berth will make good firing. I have directed Bateson to be here in ten minutes with his axe." " Very attentive and considerate on your part/' said Frank. "What is to become of me, if you please, when Bateson has chopped my bed into firewood ?" " Can't you guess ?" "I suppose the cold has stupefied me. The riddle is beyond my reading. Suppose you give me a hint ?" " Certainly. There will be beds to spare soon — there is to be a change at last in our wretched lives here. Do you see it now V Frank's eyes sparkled. He sprang out of his berth and waved his fur cap in triumph. " See it T he exclaimed ; " of course T do ! The exploring party is to start at last. Do I go with the expedition V " It is not very long since you were in the doc- tor's hands, Frank," said Crayford, kindly. "I doubt if you are strong enough yet to make one of the exploring party." " Strong enough or not," returned Frank, " any risk is better than pining and perishing here. Put me down, Crayford, among those who volunteer to go." " Volunteers will not be accepted in this case," said Crayford. "Captain Helding and Captain Ebsworth see serious objections, as we are 'situated, to that method of proceeding." THE HUT OF THE SEA-MEW. 53 "Do they mean to keep the appointments in their own hands ?" asked Frank. " I, for one, object to that." " Wait a little," said Crayford. " You were play- ing backgammon the other day with one of the officers. Does the board belong to him or to yon?" " It belongs to me. I have got it in my locker here. What do you want with it V " I want the dice and the box, for casting lots. The captains have arranged — most wisely, as I think — that Chance shall decide among us who goes with the expedition, and who stays behind in the huts. The officers and crew of the ' Wanderer* will be here in a few minutes to cast the lots. Neither you nor any one can object to that way of settling the question. Officers and men alike taSke their chance together. Nobody can grumble." "J am quite satisfied," said Frank. " But I know of one man among the officers who is sure to make objections.' ' " Who is the man f " You know him well enough too. The ' Bear of the Expedition/ — Eichard Wardour." " Frank! Frank! you have a bad habit of letting your tongue run away with you. Don't repeat that stupid nickname when you talk of my good friend, Eichard Wardour." " Your good friend ? Crayford ! your liking for that man amazes me." Crayford laid his hand kindly on Frank's shoul- 54 THE FROZEN DEEP, der. Of all the officers of the "Sea-Mew," Cray- ford's favourite was Frank. " Why should it amaze you V he asked. M What opportunities have you had of judging ? You and Wardour have always belonged to different ships. I have never seen you in Wardour's society for five minutes together. How can you form a fair estimate of his character V " I take the general estimate of his character," Frank answered. " He has got his nickname be- cause he is the most unpopular man in his ship. Nobody likes him — there must be some reason for that." " There is only one reason for it," Crayford re- joined. "Nobody understands Eichard Wardour. I am not talking at random. Eemember I sailed from England with him in the ' Wanderer/ and I was only transferred to the 'Sea-Mew' long after we were locked up in the ice. I was Eichard Wardour's companion on board ship for months, and I learnt there to do him justice. Under all his outward defects, I tell you there beats a great and generous heart. Suspend your opinion, my lad, until you know my friend as well as I do. No more of this now. Give me the dice and the box." Frank opened his locker. At the same time, the silence of the snowy waste outside was broken by a shouting of voices hailing the hut — " Sea-Mew, a-hoyl" THE HUT OF THE SEA-MEW. *$ CHAPTEE VIIL The sailor on watch opened the outer door. There, plodding over the ghastly white snow, were the officers of the " Wanderer " approaching the hut. There, scattered under the merciless black sky, were the crew, with the dogs and the sledges, waiting the word which was to start them on their perilous and doubtful journey. Captain Helding, of the "Wanderer," accom- panied by his officers, entered the hut — in high spirits at the prospect of a change. Behind them, lounging in slowly by himself, was a dark, sullen, heavy-browed man. He neither spoke nor offered his hand to anybody ; he was the one person pre- sent who seemed to be perfectly indifferent to the fate in store for him. This was the man whom his brother officers had nicknamed the Bear of the Expedition. In other words — Eichard Wardour. Crayford advanced to welcome Captain Helding. Frank — remembering the friendly reproof which he had just received — passed over the other officers of the Wanderer, and made a special effort to be civil to Crayford's friend. " Good morning, Mr. Wardour," he said. " We may congratulate each other on the chance of leav- ing this horrible place." " You may think ifc horrible," Wardour retorted. « I like it." 56 THE FROZEN DEEP. " Like it ? Good heavens ! why ?" " Because there are no women here." Frank turned to his brother officers, without making any further advances in the direction of Richard Wardour. The Rear of the Expedition was more unapproachable than ever. In the meantime, the hut had become thronged by the able-bodied officers and men of the two ships. Captain Helding, standing in the midst of them, with Crayford by his side, proceeded to ex- plain the purpose of the contemplated expedition to the audience which surrounded him. He began in these words : — "Brother officers and men of the 'Wanderer' and ' Sea-Mew,' it is my duty to tell you, very briefly, the reasons which have decided Captain Ebsworth and myself on despatching an exploring party in search of help. Without recalling all the hardships we have suffered for the last two years —the destruction, first of one of our ships, then of the other ; the death of some of our bravest and best companions ; the vain battles we have been fighting with the ice and snow, and boundless de- solation of these inhospitable regions — without dwelling on these things, it is my duty to remind you that this, the last place in which we have taken refuge, is far beyond the track of any previous expedition, and that consequently our chance of being discovered by any rescuing parties that may be sent to look after us is, to say the least of it. a THE HUT OF THE SEA-MEW. 57 chance of the most uncertain kind. You all agree with me, gentlemen, so far f The officers (with the exception of Wardour, who stood apart in sullen silence) all agreed, so far. The Captain went on. " It is therefore urgently necessary that we should make another, and probably a last, effort to extri- cate ourselves. The winter is not far off, game is getting scarcer and scarcer, our stock of provisions is running low, and the sick — especially, I am sorry to say, the sick in the ' Wanderer's ' hut — are in- creasing in number day by day. We must look to our own lives, and to the lives of those who are dependent on us, and we have no time to lose." The officers echoed the words cheerfully. " Eight ! right ! No time to lose." Captain Helding resumed : " The plan proposed is, that a detachment of the able-bodied officers and men among us should set forth this very day, and make another effort to reach the nearest inhabited settlements, from which help and provisions may be despatched to those who remain here. The new direction to be taken and the various precautions to be adopted, are all drawn out ready. The only question now before us is — Who is to stop here, and who is to undertake the journey ?" The officers answered the question with one ac- cord — " Volunteers !" The men echoed their officers. "A ye, aye, Volunteers," |8 THE FROZEN DEEP, "Wardour still preserved his sullen silence. Cray* ford noticed him, standing apart from the rest, and appealed to him personally. " Do you say nothing V he asked. "Nothing," Wardour answered. "Go or stay, it's all one to me." "I hope you don't really mean that?" said Crayford. "I do." " I am sorry to hear it, Wardour." Captain Helding answered the general sugges- tion in favour of volunteering by a question which instantly checked the rising enthusiasm of the meeting. " Well," he said, " suppose we say volunteers. Who volunteers to stop in the huts V There was a dead silence. The officers and men looked at each other confusedly. The Captain con- tinued. "You see we can't settle it by volunteering. You all want to go. Every man among us who has the use of his limbs naturally wants to go. But what is to become of those who have not got the use of their limbs ? Some of us must stay here and take care of the sick." Everybody admitted that this was true. " So we get back again," said the Captain, " to the old question — Who among the able-bodied is to go, and who is to stay ? Captain Ebsworth says, and I say, let chance decide it. Here are dice, THE HUT OF THE SEA-MEW. $9 The numbers run as high as twelve — double sixes. All who throw under six, stay; all who throw over six, go. Officers of the ' Wanderer ' and the 1 Sea-Mew,' do you agree to that way of meeting the difficulty V All the officers agreed — with the one exception of Wardour, who still kept silence. " Men of the ' Wanderer ' and ' Sea-Mew,' your officers agree to cast lots. Do you agree too V The men agreed without a dissentient voice. Crayford handed the box and the dice to Captain Helding. " You throw first, sir. Under six, ' Stay.' Over six, 'Go.'" Captain Helding cast the dice ; the top of the cask serving for a table. He threw seven. " Go," said Crayford. " I eongratulate you, sir. Now for my own chance." He cast the dice in his turn. Three. " Stay ! Ah, well ! well ! if I can do my duty and be of use to others, what does it matter whether I go or stay? Wardour, you are next, in the absence of your first lieutenant." Wardour prepared to cast without shaking the dice. " Shake the box, man !" cried Crayford. " Give yourself a chance of luck !" Wardour persisted in letting the dice fall out carelessly, just as they lay in the box. " Not I !" he muttered to himself. " I've done with luck." Saying those words, he threw down fe THE FROZEN DEEP. the empty box, and seated himself on the nearest chest, without looking to see how the dice had fallen. Crayford examined them. " Six !" he exclaimed. " There ! you have a second chance, in spite of yourself. You are neither under nor over — you throw again." " Bah !" growled the Bear. " It's not worth the trouble of getting up for. Somebody else throw for me." He suddenly looked at Frank. " You ! you have got what the women call a lucky face." Frank appealed to Crayford. " Shall I ?" " Yes, if he wishes it," said Crayford. Frank cast the dice. " Five ! He stays ! War- dour, I am sorry I have thrown against you." " Go or stay," reiterated "Wardour, " it's all one to me. You will be luckier, young one, when you cast for yourself." Frank cast for himself. " Eight. Hurrah ! I go !" "What did I tell you V said Wardour. "The chance was yours. You have thriven on my ill luck." He rose, as he spoke, to leave the hut. Cray- ford stopped him. " Have you anything particular to do, Eichard ?" " What has anybody to do here ?" " Wait a little, then. I want to speak to you when this business is over." " Are you going to give me any more good advice ?" THE HUT OF THE SEA-MEW. 61 " Don't look at me in that sour way, Richard. I am going to ask you a question about something which concerns yourself." Wardour yielded without a word more. He returned to his chest, and cynically composed himself to slumber. The casting of the lots went on rapidly among the officers and men. In another half hour chance had decided the question of " Go" or " Stay" for all alike. The men left the hut. The officers entered the inner apartment for a last conference with the bed-ridden captain of the " Sea-Mew." Wardour and Crayford were left together, alone. CHAPTER IX. Crayford touched his friend on the shoulder to rouse him. Wardour looked up, impatiently, with a frown. " I was just asleep," he said. " Why do you wake me ?" " Look round you, Eichard. We are alone." " Well— and what of that T " I wish to speak to you privately, and this is my opportunity. You have disappointed and sur- prised me to-day. Why did you say it was all one to you whether you went or stayed ? Why are you the only man among us who seems to be perfectly indifferent whether we are rescued or not?" 6a THE FROZEN DEEP. * Can a man always give a reason for what is strange in his manner or his words V Wardour retorted. " He can try," said Crayford quietly, " when his friend asks him." Wardour's manner softened. " That's true," he said. " I will try. Do you remember the first night at sea, when we sailed from England in the f Wanderer ? "' " As well as if it was yesterday*" "A calm, still night," the other went on, thoughtfully. " No clouds, no stars. Nothing in the sky but the broad moon, and hardly a ripple to break the path of light she made in the quiet water. Mine was the middle watch that night. You came on deck, and found me alone^- — " He stopped. Crayford took his hand, and finished the sentence for him. " Alone — and in tears." " The last I shall ever shed," "Wardour added bitterly. " Don't say that. There are times when a man is to be pitied, indeed, if he can shed no tears. Go on, Eichard." "Wardour proceeded — still following the old recollections, still preserving his gentler tones. " I should have quarrelled with any other man who had surprised me at that moment/' he said. " There was something, I suppose, in your voice, when you asked my pardon for disturbing me THE HUT OF THE SEA-MEW. 63 that softened my heart. I told you I had met with a disappointment which had broken me for life. There was no need to explain further. The only hopeless wretchedness in this world is the wretchedness that women cause." " And the only unalloyed happiness," said Cray- ford, " the happiness that women bring." "That may be your experience of them," Wardour answered. " Mine is different. All the devotion, the patience, the humility, the worship that there is in man I laid at the feet of a woman. She accepted the offering as women do— accepted it easily, gracefully, unfeelingly— accepted it as a matter of course. I left England to win a high place in my profession before I dared to win her. I braved danger and faced death. I staked my life in the fever-swamps of Africa to gain the promotion that I only desired for her sake— and gained it. I came back to give her all, and to ask nothing in return but to rest my weary heart in the sunshine of her smile. And her own lips— the lips I had kissed at parting— told me that another man had robbed me of her. I spoke but few words when I heard that confession, and left her for ever. ' The time may come/ I told her, ' when I shall forgive you. But the man who has robbed me of you shall rue the day when you and he first met.' Don't ask me who he was ! I have yet to discover him. The treachery had been kept secret; nobody could tell me where to find 64 THE FROZEN DEEP. him ; nobody could tell me who he was. What did it matter ? When I had lived out the first agony, I could rely on myself — I could be patient and bide my time." " Your time ? What time V " The time when I and that man shall meet, face to face. I knew it then ; I know it now — it was written on my heart then, it is written on my heart now — we two shall meet and know each other ! With that conviction strong within me, I volunteered for this service, as I would have volunteered for anything that set work and hard- ship and danger, like ramparts, between my misery and me. With that conviction strong within me still, I tell you it is no matter whether I stay here with the sick or go hence with the strong. I shall live till I have met that man ! There is a day of reckoning appointed between us. Here in the freezing cold, or away in the deadly heat — in battle or in shipwreck — in the face of starvation, under the shadow of pestilence — I, though hun- dreds are falling round me, I shall live ! live for the coming of one day ! live for the meeting with one man !" He stopped, trembling, body and soul, under the hold that his own terrible superstition had fastened on him, Crayford drew back in silent horror. Wardour noticed the action — he resented it — he appealed in defence of his one cherished conviction to Crayford's own experience of him. THE HUT OF THE SEA-MEW. 6; " Look at me !" he cried. " Look how I have lived and thriven, with the heartache gnawing at me at home, and the winds of the icy north whistling round me here ! I am the strongest man among you. Why ? I have fought through hardships that have laid the best-seasoned men of all our party on their backs. Why ? What have I done, that my life should throb as bravely through every vein in my body at this minute, and in this deadly place, as ever it did in the wholesome breezes of home? What am I preserved for ? I tell you again, for the coming of one day — for the meeting with one man." He paused once more. This time Crayford spoke. " Eichard !" he said, " since we first met I have believed in your better nature, against all outward appearance. I have believed in you firmly, truly, as your brother might. You are putting that belief to a hard test. If your enemy had told me that you had ever talked as you talk now, that you had ever looked as you look now, I would have turned my back on him as the utterer of a vile calumny against a just, a brave, an upright man. Oh ! my friend, my friend, if ever I have deserved well of you, put away those thoughts from your heart ! Face me again with the stainless look of a man who has trampled under his feet the bloody superstitions of revenge, and knows them no more ! Never, never, let the time come when I cannot offer you my hand as I offer it now 5 66 THE FROZEN DEEP. — to the man I can still admire, to the brother I can still love !" The heart that no other voice could touch felt that appeal. The fierce eyes, the hard voice, softened under Crayford's influence. Eichard Wardour's head sank on his breast. " You are kinder to me than I deserve," he said. " Be kinder still, and forget what I have been talk- ing about. No ! no more about me ; I am not worth it. We'll change the subject, and never go back to it again. Let's do something. Work, Cray- ford — that's the true elixir of our life ! Work, that stretches the muscles and sets the blood a-glowing. Work, that tires the body and rests the mind. Is there nothing in hand that I can do ? Nothing to cut ? Nothing to carry V The door opened as he put the question. Bateson —appointed to chop Frank's bed-place into firing — appeared punctually with his axe. Wardour, with- out a word of warning, snatched the axe out of the man's hand* " What was this wanted for ? " he asked. " To cut up Mr. Aldersley's berth there into firing, sir." " I'll do it for you ! I'll have it down in no time ?' He turned to Crayford. " You needn't be afraid about me, old friend. I am going to do the right thing. I am going to tire my body and rest my mind." The evil spirit in him was plainly subdued— for THE HUT OF THE SEA-MEIV. 67 the time at least. Crayford took his hand in silence, and then (followed by Bateson) left him to his work. CHAPTER X. Axe in hand, Vv r ardour approached Frank's bed- place. " If I could only cut the thoughts out of me," he said to himself, "as I am going to cut the billets out of this wood I" He attacked the bed- place with the axe like a man who well knew the use of his instrument. "Oh, me," he thought, sadly, " if I had only been born a carpenter instead of a gentleman ! A good axe, Master Bateson — I wonder where you got it? Something like a grip, my man, on this handle. Poor Crayford ! his words stick in my throat. A fine fellow ! a noble fellow ! No use thinking, no use regretting ; what is said is said. Work ! work ! work !" Plank after plank fell out on the floor. He laughed over the easy task of destruction. " Aha ! young Aldersley! It doesn't take much to demolish your bedplace. I'll have it down ! I would have the whole hut clown, if they would only give me the chance of chopping at it !" A long strip of wood fell to his axe— long enough to require cutting in two. He turned it, and stooped over it. Something caught his eye — letters carved in the wood. He looked closer. 5—2 68 THE FROZEN DEEP. The letters were very faintly and badly cut. He could only make out the first three of them ; and, even of those, he was not quite certain. They looked like C. L. A. — if they looked like anything. He threw down the strip of wood irritably. " Damn the fellow (whoever he is) who cut this ! Why should he carve that name, of all the names in the world V He paused, considering — then determined to go on again with his self-imposed labour. He was ashamed of his own outburst. He looked eagerly for the axe. " Work, work ! Nothing for it but work." He found the axe, and went on again. He cut out another plank. He stopped, and looked at it suspiciously. There was carving again on this plank. The letters F. and A. appeared on it. He put down the axe. There were vague mis- givings in him which he was not able to realise. The state of his own mind was fast becoming a puzzle to him. " More carving," he said to himself. " That's the way these young idlers employ their long hours. F. A. ? Those must be his initials — Frank Aldersley. Who carved the letters on the other plank ? Frank Aldersley, too ?" He turned the piece of wood in his hand nearer to the light, and looked lower down it. More carving again, lower down ! Under the initials F. A. were two more letters— C. B. THE HUT OF THE SEA-MEW. 69 " C. B. V he repeated to himself. " His sweet- heart's initials, I suppose ! Of course— at his age— his sweetheart's initials." He paused once more. A spasm of inner pain showed the shadow of its mysterious passage out- wardly on his face. " Her cypher is C. B.," he said, in low broken tones. " C. B — Clara Burnham." He waited, with the plank in his hand ; repeat- ing the name over and over again, as if it was a question he was putting to himself. " Clara Burnham 1 Clara Burnham V He dropped the plank and turned deadly pale in a moment. His eyes wandered furtively back- wards and forwards between the strip of wood on the floor and the half-demolished berth. " God ! what has come to me now T he said to himself, in a whisper. He snatched up the axe with a strange cr y_something between rage and terror. He tried— fiercely, desperately tried— to go on with his work. No ! strong as he was, he could not use the axe. His hands were helpless; they trembled incessantly. He went to the fire ; he held his hands over it. They still trembled inces- santly; they infected the rest of him. He shuddered all over. He knew fear. His own thoughts terrified him. "Crayford!" he cried out. "Crayford! come here, and let's go hunting." No friendly voice answered him. No friendly 70 THE FROZEN DEEP. face showed itself at the door. An interval passed, and there came over him another change. He re- covered his self-possession almost as suddenly as he had lost it. A smile — a horrid, deforming, un- natural smile — spread slowly, stealthily, devilishly over his face. He left the fire ; he put the axe away softly in a corner ; he sat down in his old place, deliberately self-abandoned to a frenzy of vindictive joy. He had found the man ! There, at the end of the world — there, at the last fight of the Arctic voyagers against starvation and death — he had found the man ! The minutes passed. He became conscious, on a sudden of a freezing stream of air pouring into the room. He turned, and saw Crayford opening the door of the hut. An officer was behind him. War- dour rose eagerly and looked over Crayford's shoulder. Was it — coidcl it be — the man who had carved the letters on the plank ? Yes ! Frank Aldersley j CHAPTEE XI "Still at work !" Crayford exclaimed, looking at the half demolished bed-place. " Give yourself a little rest, Eichard. The exploring party is ready to start. If you wish to take leave of your brother ofnosrs before they go, you have no time to lose." THE HUT OF THE SEA-MEW. Ji He checked himself there, looking Wardour full in the face. " Good heavens !" he cried, " how pale you are ! Has anything happened V 3 Frank — searching in his locker for articles of clothing which he might require on the journey — looked round. He was startled, as Crayford had been startled, by the sudden change in Wardour since they had last seen him. " Are you ill V he asked. " I hear you have been doing Bateson's work for him. Have you hurt yourself V Wardour suddenly moved his head, so as to hide his face from both Crayford and Frank. He took out his handkerchief, and wound it clumsily round his left hand. "Yes," he said, "I hurt myself with the axe. It's nothing. Never mind. Pain always has a curious effect on me. I tell you it's nothing ! don't notice it !" He turned his face towards them again as sud- denly as he had turned it away. He advanced a few steps, and addressed himself with an uneasy familiarity to Frank. " I didn't answer you civilly when you spoke to me some little time since. I mean, when I first came in here, along with the rest of them. I apo- logize. Shake hands ! How are you ? Beady for the march T. Frank met the oddly abrupt advance which had been made to him with perfect good humour. 72 THE FROZEN DEEP. " I am glad to be friends with you, Mr. Wardour. I wish I was as well seasoned to fatigue as you are." ■ "Wardour burst into a hard, joyless, unnatural laugh. " Not strong, eh ? You don't look it. The dice had better have sent me away and kept you here. I never felt in better condition in my life." He paused and added, with his eye on Frank, and with a strong emphasis on the words: "We men of Kent are made of tough material." Frank advanced a step on his side, with a new interest in Eichard Wardour. " You come from Kent V he said. " Yes. From East Kent." He waited a little once more, and looked hard at Frank. " Do you know that part of the country ?" he asked. " I ought to know something about East Kent," Frank answered. " Some dear friends of mine once lived there." " Friends of yours V Wardour repeated. " One of the county families, I suppose ?" As he put the question he abruptly looked over his shoulder. He was standing between Crayford and Frank. Crayford, taking no part in the con- versation, had been watching him and listening to him more and more attentively as that conversa- tion went on. Within the last moment or two, Wardour had become instinctively conscious of this. He resented Crayford 'a conduct with need- less irritability. THE HUT OF THE SEA-MEW. 73 "Why are you staring at me ?" he asked. " Why are you looking unlike yourself ?" Cray- ford answered, quietly. Wardour made no reply. He renewed the con- versation with Frank. " One of the county families ?" he resumed. " The Witherbys of Yew Grange, I daresay V "No," said Frank; "but friends of the Witherbys, very likely — the Burnhams. ,, Desperately as he struggled to maintain it, Wardour's self-control failed him. He started violently. The clumsily-wound handkerchief fell off his hand. Still looking at him attentively, Crayford picked it up. " There is your handkerchief, Eichard," he said. " Strange !" "What is strange?" "You told us you had hurt yourself with the axe " "Well?" " There is no blood on your handkerchief." Wardour snatched the handkerchief out of Cray- ford's hand, and, turning away, approached the outer door of the hut. " No blood on the hand- kerchief," he said to himself. " There may be a stain or two when Crayford sees it again." He stopped within a few paces of the door and spoke to Crayford. " You recommended me to take leave of my brother officers before it was too late," he said. " I am going to follow your advice/' 74 THE FROZEN DEEP. The door was opened from the outer side as he laid his hand on the lock. One of the quartermasters of the " Wanderer " entered the hut. " Is Captain Helding here, sir ?" he asked, ad- dressing himself to Wardour. "VVardour pointed to Crayford, " The lieutenant will tell you/' he said. Crayford advanced and questioned the quarter- master. " What do you want with Captain Helding V he asked. " I have a report to make, sir. There has been an accident on the ice." " To one of your men V* " No, sir. To one of our officers." Wardour — on the point of going out — paused when the quartermaster made that reply. Tor a moment he considered with himself. Then he walked slowly back to the part of the room in which Prank was standing. Crayford, directing the quartermaster, pointed to the arched doorway in the side of the hut. " I am sorry to hear of the accident," he said. " You will find Captain Helding in that room." For the second time, with singular persistency, Wardour renewed the conversation with Frank. " So you knew the Burnhams V he said. " What became of Clara when her father died V Frank's face flushed angrily on the instant. THE HUT OF THE SEA-MEW, 75 "Clara?" lie repeated. "What authorises you to speak of Miss Burnham in that familiar manner V Wardour seized the opportunity of quarrelling with him. "What right have you to ask?" he retorted coarsely. Frank's blood was up. He forgot his promise to Clara to keep their engagement secret — he forgot everything but the unbridled insolence of Warclour's language and manner. " A right which I insist on your respecting," he answered. " The right of being engaged to marry her." Crayford's steady eyes were still on the watch, and Wardour felt them on him. A little more, and Crayford might openly interfere. Even War- dour recognised, for once, the necessity of con- trolling his temper, cost him what it might. He made his apologies, with overstrained politeness, to Frank. " Impossible to dispute such a right as yours," he said. " Perhaps you will excuse me when you know that I am one of Miss Burnham's old friends. My father and her father were neighbours. We have always met like brother and sister " Frank generously stopped the apology there. " Say no more," he interposed. " I was in the wrong — I lost my temper. Pray forgive me." Wardour looked at him with a strange reluctant interest while he was speaking. Wardour asked an extraordinary question when he had done. ;6 THE FROZEN DEEP. " Is she very fond of you ?" Frank burst out laughing. " My dear fellow !" lie said, " come to our wed- ding, and judge for yourself." " Come to your wedding ?" As lie repeated the words Wardour stole one glance at Frank, which Frank (employed in buckling his knapsack) failed to see. Crayford noticed it — and Crayford's blood ran cold. Comparing the words which Wardour had spoken to him while they were alone together, with the words that had just passed in his presence, he could draw but one conclusion. The woman whom Wardour had loved and lost was — Clara Burnham. The man who had robbed him of her was Frank Aldersley. And Wardour had dis- covered it in the interval since they had last met. " Thank God !" thought Crayford, " the dice have parted them. Frank goes with the Expedition; and Wardour stays behind with me." The reflection had barely occurred to him — Frank's thoughtless invitation to Wardour had just passed his lips — when the canvas screen over the doorway was drawn aside. Captain Helding and the officers who were to leave with the ex- ploring party, returned to the main room on their w'ay out. Seeing Crayford, Captain Helding stopped to speak to him. " I have a casualty to report," said the captain, "which diminishes our numbers by one. My second lieutenant, who was to have joined the ex- THE HUT OF THE SEA-MEW. fl ploring party, has had a fall on the ice. Judging by what the quartermaster tells me, I am afraid the poor fellow has broken his leg." " I will supply his place," cried a voice at the other end of the hut. Everybody looked round. The man who had spoken was Eichard Wardour. Crayford instantly interfered — so vehemently as to astonish all who heard him. " No !" he said. " Not you, Eichard ! not you !" " Why not ?" Wardour asked sternly. " Why not, indeed ?" added Captain Helding. " Wardour is the very man to be useful on a long march. He is in perfect health, and he is the best shot among us. I was on the point of proposing him myself/' Crayford failed to show his customary respect for his superior officer. He openly disputed the Captain's conclusion. "Wardour has no right to volunteer," he re- joined. "It has been settled, Captain Helding, that chance shall decide who is to go and who is to stay." "And chance has decided it," cried Wardour. " Do you think we are going to cast the dice again, and give an officer of the ' Sea-Mew ' a chance of replacing an officer of the ' Wanderer V There is a vacancy in our party, not in yours ; and we claim the right of filling it as we please. I volunteer, and my captain backs me. Whose authority is to keep me here after that ?" f% THE FROZEN DEEP. "Gently, Wardour," said Captain Helding. "A man who is in the right can afford to speak with moderation." He turned to Crayford. " You must admit yourself," he continued, "that Wardour is right this time. The missing man belongs to my command, and in common justice one of my officers ought to supply his place." It was impossible to dispute the matter further. The dullest man present could see that the captain's reply was unanswerable. In sheer despair, Crayford took Frank's arm and led him aside a few steps. The last chance left of parting the two men was the chance of appealing to Frank. " My dear boy," he began, " I want to say one friendly word to you on the subject of your health. I have already, if you remember, expressed my doubts whether you are strong enough to make one of an exploring party. I feel those doubts more strongly than ever at this moment. Will you take the advice of a friend who wishes you well V Wardour had followed Crayford. Wardour roughly interposed before Frank could reply. "Let him alone!" Crayford paid no heed to the interruption. He was too earnestly bent on withdrawing Frank from the Expedition to notice anything that was said or done by the persons about him. " Don't, pray don't, risk hardships which you are unlit to bear !" he went on entreatingly. " Your THE HUT OF THE SEA-MEW. 79 place can be easily filled. Change your mind, Frank. Stay here with me." Again Wardour interfered. Again he called out, " Leave him alone !" more roughly than ever. Still deaf and blind to every consideration but one, Crayford pressed his entreaties on Frank. " You owned yourself just now that you were not well seasoned to fatigue," he persisted. " You feel (you must feel) how weak that last illness has left you ? Your know (I am sure you know) how unfit you are to brave exposure to cold and long marches over the snow." Irritated beyond endurance by Crayford's obsti- nacy — seeing, or thinking he saw, signs of yielding in Frank's face — Wardour so far forgot himself as to seize Crayford by the arm, and attempt to drag him away from Frank. Crayford turned and looked at him. "Kichard," he said, very quietly, "you are not yourself. I pity you. Drop your hand." Wardour relaxed his hold with something of the sullen submission of a wild animal to its keeper. The momentary silence which followed gave Frank an opportunity of speaking at last. " I am gratefully sensible, Crayford," he began, " of the interest which you take in me " " And you will follow my advice ?" Crayford in- terposed eagerly. " My mind is made up, old friend," Frank an- swered, firmly and sadly. " Forgive me for disap- So THE FROZEN DEEP. pointing yon. I am appointed to the Expedition. With the Expedition I go." He moved nearer to Wardour. In his innocence of all suspicion, he clapped Wardonr heartily on the shoulder. " When I feel the fatigue/' said poor simple Frank, " you will help me, comrade — won't you? Come along!" Wardour snatched his gun out of the hands of the sailor who was carrying it for him. His dark face became suddenly irradiated with a terrible joy. "Come!" he said. "Over the snow and over the ice ! Come ! where no human footsteps have ever trodden and where no human trace is ever left." Blindly, instinctively, Crayford made an effort to part them. His brother officers, standing near, pulled him back. They looked at each other anxiously. The merciless cold, striking its victims in various ways, had struck in some instances at their reason first. Everybody loved Crayford. Was he, too, going on the dark way that others had taken before him ? They forced him to seat him- self on one of the lockers. " Steady, old fellow !" they said kindly — "steady!" Crayford yielded, writhing inwardly under the sense of his own helplessness. What in God's name could he do ? Could he denounce Wardour to Captain Helding on bare suspicion — without so much as the shadow of a proof to justify what he said ? The captain would decline to insult one of his officers by even mentioning the monstrous accusation to him. The THE HUT OF THE SEA-MEW. 81 captain would conclude, as others had already concluded, that Crayford's mind was giving way ttnder stress of cold and privation. No hope — literally, no hope now but in the numbers of the expedition. Officers and men, they all liked Frank. As long as they could stir hand or foot they would help him on the way — they would see that n? harm came to him. The word of command was given ; the door was thrown open ; the hut emptied rapidly. Over the merciless white snow — under the merciless black sky — the exploring party began to move. The sick and helpless men, whose last hope of rescue centred in their departing messmates, cheered faintly. Some few whose days were numbered sobbed and cried like women. Frank's voice fal- tered as he turned back at the door to say his last words to the friend who had been a father to him, " God bless you, Crayford !" Crayford broke away from the officers near him, and, hurrying forward, seized Frank by both hands. Crayford held him as if he would never let him go. " God preserve you, Frank ! I would give all I have in the world to be with you. Good-bye 1 Good-bye !" Frank waved his hand — dashed away the tears that were gathering in his eyes — and hurried out. Crayford called after him, the last, the only, warn- ing that he could give : S3 THE FROZEN DEEP, " While you can stand, keep with the main body Frank !" Wardour, waiting till the last— Wardour, follow- ing Frank through the snow-drift — stopped, stepped back, and answered Crayford at the door : " While he can stand he keeps with Me." THIED SCENE. THE ICEBERG. CHAPTER XII. Alone ! alone on the Frozen Deep ! The Arctic sun is rising dimly in the dreary sky. The beams of the cold northern moon, mingling strangely with the dawning light, clothe the snowy plains in hues of livid grey. An ice- field on the far horizon is moving slowly south- ward in the spectral light. Nearer, a stream of open water rolls its slow black waves past the edges of the ice. Nearer still, following the drift, an iceberg rears its crags and pinnacles to the sky ; here, glittering in the moonbeams ; there, looming dim and ghostlike in the ashy light. Midway on the long sweep of the lower slope of the iceberg, what objects rise and break the desolate monotony of the scene ? In this awful solitude can signs appear which tell of human life ? Yes ! The black outline of a boat just shows itself, hauled up on the berg. In an ice- cavern behind the boat^ the last red embers cf a 6—2 84 THE FROZEN DEEP. dying fire flicker from time to time over the figures of two men. One is seated, resting his back against the side of the cavern. The other lies prostrate with his head on his comrade's knee. The first of these men is awake, and thinking. The second reclines, with his still white face turned up to the sky — sleeping or dead. Days and days since, these two have fallen behind on the march 9f the Expedition of Belief. Days and days since, £hese two have been given up by their weary and failing companions as doomed and lost. He who sits thinking is Eichard Wardour. He who lies sleeping or dead is Frank Aldersley. The iceberg drifts slowly: over the black water: through the ashy light. Minute by minute the dying fire sinks. Minute by minute the deathly cold creeps nearer and nearer to the lost men. Eichard Wardour rouses himself from his thoughts, looks at the still white face beneath him, and places his hand on Frank's heart. It still beats feebly. Give him his share of the food and fuel still stored in the boat, and Frank may live through it. Leave him neglected where he lies » and his death is a question of hours, perhaps minutes — who knows ? Eichard Wardour lifts the sleeper's head and rests it against the cavern side. He goes to the boat and returns with a billet of wood. He stoops to place the wood on the fire, and stops. Frank is dreaming, and murmuring in his dream. A woman's THE ICEBERG. 85 name passes his lips. Frank is in England again — at the ball — whispering to Clara the confession of his love. Over Eichard Wardour's face there passes the shadow of a deadly thought. He rises from the fire ; he takes the wood back to the boat. His iron strength is shaken, but it still holds out. They are drifting nearer and nearer to the open sea. He can launch the boat without help; he can take the food and the fuel with him. The sleeper on the iceberg is the man who has robbed him of Clara — who has wrecked the hope and the happiness of his life. Leave the man in his sleep, and let him die! So the tempter whispers. Eichard Wardour tries his strength on the boat. It moves ; he has got it under control. He stops, and looks round. Beyond him is the open sea. Beneath him is the man who has robbed him of Clara. The shadow of the deadly thought grows and darkens over his face. He waits with his hands on the boat — waits and thinks. The iceberg drifts slowly : over the black water : through the ashy light. Minute by minute the dying fire sinks. Minute by minute the deathly cold creeps nearer to the sleeping man. And still Eichard Wardour waits — waits and thinks. FOURTH SCENE. THE GARDEN. CHAPTEE XIII The spring has come. The air of the April night just lifts the leaves of the sleeping flowers. The moon is queen in the cloudless and starless sky. The stillness of the midnight hour is abroad, over land and over sea. In a villa on the westward shore of the Isle of Wight, the glass doors which lead from the draw- ing-room to the garden are yet open. The shaded lamp yet burns on the table. A lady sits by the lamp, reading. From time to time she looks out into the garden, and sees the white-robed figure of a young girl pacing slowly to and fro in the soft brightness of the moonlight on the lawn. Sorrow and suspense have set their mark on the lady. Not rivals only, but friends who formerly admired her, agree now that she looks worn and aged. The more merciful judgment of others remarks, with equal truth, that her eyes, her hair, her simple grace and grandeur of movement have lost but THE GARDEN. 87 little of their olden charms. The truth lies, as usual, between the two extremes. In spite of sorrow and suffering, Mrs. Crayford is the beauti- ful Mrs. Crayford still. The delicious silence of the hour is softly dis- turbed by the voice of the younger lady in the garden. " Go to the piano, Lucy. It is a night for music. Play something that is worthy of the night." Mrs. Crayford looks round at the clock on the mantlepiece. u My dear Clara, it is past twelve ! Kemember what the doctor told you. You ought to have been in bed an hour ago." "Half an hour, Lucy — give me half an hour more ! Look at the moonlight on the sea. Is it possible to go to bed on such a night as this ? Play something, Lucy — something spiritual and divine." Earnestly pleading with her friend, Clara ad- vances towards the window. She too has suffered under the wasting influences of suspense. Her face has lost its youthful freshness; no delicate flush of colour rises on it when she speaks. The soft grey eyes which won Frank's heart in the by- gone time are sadly altered now. In repose they have a dimmed and wearied look. In action they are wild and restless, like eyes suddenly wakened from startling dreams. Eobed in white, her soft brown hair hanging loosely over her shoulders, there is something weird and ghostlike in the girl, 88 THE FROZEN DEEP. as she moves nearer and nearer to the window in the full light of the moon — pleading for music that shall be worthy of the mystery and the beauty of the night. " Will you come in here if I play to you ?" Mrs. Crayford asks. " It is a risk, my love, to be out in the night air." " No ! no ! I like it. Play — while I am out here, looking at the sea. It quiets me ; it comforts me ; it does me good." She glides back, ghostlike, over the lawn. Mrs. Crayford rises and puts down the volume that she has been reading. It is a record of explorations in the Arctic seas. The time has gone by when the two lonely women could take an interest in subjects not connected with their own anxieties- Now, when hope is fast failing them — now, when their last news of the " Wanderer " and the " Sea- Mew" is news that is more than two years old— they can read of nothing, they can think of nothing^ but dangers and discoveries, losses and rescues, in the terrible Polar seas. Unwillingly, Mrs. Crayford puts her book aside and goes to the piano — Mozart's " Air in A, with Variations," lies open on the instrument. One after another she plays the lovely melodies, so simply, so purely beautiful, of that unpretending and unrivalled work. At the close of the ninth variation (Clara's favourite) she pauses, and turns towards the garden, THE GARDEN. 89 " Shall I stop there T she asks. . There is no answer. Has Clara wandered away out of hearing of the music that she loves — the music that harmonises so subtly with the tender beauty of the night ? Mrs. Crayford rises and ad- vances to the window. No ! there is the white figure standing alone on the slope of the lawn — ihe head turned away from the house ; the face looking out over the calm sea, whose gently rippling waters end in the dim line on the horizon, which is the line of the Hampshire coast. Mrs. Crayford advances as far as the path before the window and calls to her. " Clara !" Again there is no answer. The white figure still stands immovably in its place. With signs of distress in her face, but with no appearance of alarm, Mrs. Crayford returns to the room. Her own sad experience tells her what has happened. She summons the servants, and directs them to wait in the drawing-room until she calls to them. This done, she returns to the garden, and approaches the mysterious figure on the lawn. Dead to the outer world, as if she lay already in her grave — insensible to touch, insensible to sound, motionless as stone, cold as stone — Clara stands on the moonlit lawn, facing the seaward view. Mrs. Crayford waits at her side, patiently watching for the change which she knows is to come. " Cata- $6 THE FROZEN DEEP. lepsy," as some call it — "hysteria," as others say— this alone is certain, the same interval always passes ; the same change always appears. It comes now. Not a change in her eyes ; they still remain wide open, fixed, and glassy. The first movement is a movement of her hands. They rise slowly from her side, and waver in the air like the hands of a person groping in the dark. An- other interval — and the movement spreads to her lips ; they part and tremble. A few minutes more, and words begin to drop, one by one, from those parted lips — words spoken in a lost vacant tone, as if she is talking in her sleep. Mrs. Crayford looks back at the house. Sad experience makes her suspicious of the servants' curiosity. Sad experience has long since warned her that the servants are not to be trusted within hearing of the wild words which Clara speaks in the trance. Has any one of them ventured into the garden ? No. They are out of hearing at the window, waiting for the signal which tells them that their help is needed. Turning towards Clara once more, Mrs. Crayford hears the vacantly-uttered words falling faster and faster from her lips. " Frank ! Frank ! Frank ! Don't drop behind— don't trust Eichard Wardour. While you can stand, keep with the other men, Frank!" (The farewell warning of Crayford in the soli- tudes of the Frozen Deep, repeated by Clara in the garden of her English home !) THE GARDEN. jt A moment of silence follows, and in that mo- ment the vision has changed. She sees him on the iceberg now, at the mercy of the bitterest enemy he has on earth. She sees him drifting : over the black water : through the ashy light. " Wake, Frank ! wake and defend yourself ! Eichard Wardour knows that I love you. Eichard Wardour's vengeance will take your life ! Wake, Frank — wake ! You are drifting to your death !" A low groan of horror bursts from her, sinister and terrible to hear. " Drifting ! drifting !" she whis- pers to herself ; " drifting to his death !" Her glassy eyes suddenly soften, then close. A long shudder runs through her. A faint flush shows itself on the deadly pallor of her face, and. fades again, Her limbs fail her. She sinks into Mrs. Crayford's arms. The servants, answering the call for help, carry her into the house. They lay her insensible on her bed. After an hour or more, her eyes open again — this time with the light of life in them — open, and rest languidly on her friend sitting by the bedside. "I have had a dreadful dream," she murmurs faintly. " Am I ill, Lucy ? I feel so weak." Even as she says the words sleep, gentle natural sleep, takes her suddenly, as it takes young chil- dren weary with their play. Though it is all over now, though no further watching is required, Mrs. Crayford still keeps her place by the bedside, too anxious and too wakeful to retire to her own room 9% THE FROZEN DEEP. On other occasions, she is accustomed to dismisa from her mind the words which drop from Clara in the trance. This time the effort to dismiss them is beyond her power. The words haunt her. Vainly she recalls to memory all that the doctors have said to her in speaking of Clara in the state of trance. " What she vaguely dreads for the lost man whom she loves, is mingled in her mind with what she is constantly reading of trials, dangers, and escapes in the Arctic Seas. The most startling things that she may say or do are all attributable to this cause, and may be explained in this way." So the doctors have spoken ; and, thus far, Mrs. Crayford has shared their view. It is only to-night that the girl's words ring in her ear with a strange prophetic sound in them. It is only to-night that she asks herself: "Is Clara present, in the spirit, with our loved and lost ones in the lonely North ? Can mortal vision see the dead and living in the solitudes of the Frozen Deep V CHAPTEE XIV. The night had passed. Far and near, the garden-view looked its gayest and brightest in the light of the noonday sun. The cheering sounds which tell of life and action were audible all round the villa. From the garden of the nearest house rose the voices of children at play. THE GARDEN. 93 Along the road at the back sounded the roll of wheels, as carts and carriages passed at intervals. Out on the blue sea the distant splash of the pad- dles, the distant thump of the engines, told from time to time of the passage of steamers, entering or leaving the strait between the island and the mainland. In the trees the birds sang gaily among the rustling leaves. In the house the women-ser- vants were laughing over some jest or story that cheered them at their work. It was a lively and pleasant time — a bright enjoyable day. The two ladies were out together, resting on a garden seat, after a walk round the grounds. They exchanged a few trivial words relating to the beauty of the day, and then said no more. Possessing the same consciousness of what she had seen in the trance which persons in general possess of what they have seen in a dream — believing in the vision as a supernatural revelation — Clara's worst forebodings were now, to her mind, realised as truths. Her last faint hope of ever seeing Frank again was now at an end. Intimate experience of her told Mrs. Crayford what was passing in Clara's mind, and warned her that the attempt to reason and remonstrate would be little better than a voluntary waste of words and time. The disposi- tion which she had herself felt, on the previous night, to attach a superstitious importance to the words that Clara had spoken in the trance had vanished with the return of the morning. Eest 94 THE FROZEN DEEP. and reflection had quieted her mind, and had re* stored the composing influence of her sober sense. Sympathising with Clara in all besides, she had no sympathy, as they sat together in the pleasant sunshine, with Clara's gloomy despair of the future. She who could still hope, had nothing to say to the sad companion who had done with hope. So the quiet minutes succeeded each other, and the two friends sat side by side in silence. An hour passed— and the gate-bell of the villa rang. They both started — they both knew the ring. It was the hour when the postman brought their newspapers from London. In past days, what hundreds on hundreds of times they had torn off the cover which enclosed the newspaper, and looked at the same column with the same weary mingling of hope and despair ! There to-day — as it was yesterday ; as it would be, if they lived, to- morrow — there was the servant with Lucy's news- paper and Clara's newspaper in his hand ! Would both of them do again to-day what both of them had done so often in the days that were gone ? No ! Mrs. Crayford removed the cover from her newspaper as usual. Clara laid her newspaper aside, unopened, on the garden seat. In silence Mrs. Crayford looked where she always looked, at the column devoted to the Latest Intel- ligence from foreign parts. The instant her eye fell on the page she started with a loud cry of joy THE GARDEN. 95 The newspaper fell from her trembling hand. She caught Clara in her arms. " Oh, my darling ! my darling ! news of them at last." Without answering, without the slightest change in look or manner, Clara took the newspaper from the ground, and read the top line in the column, printed in capital letters. The Arctic Expedition. She waited, and looked at Mrs. Crayford. " Can you bear to hear it, Lucy," she asked, "if I read it aloud ?" Mrs. Crayford was too agitated to answer in words. She signed impatiently to Clara to go on. Clara read the news which followed the heading in capital letters. Thus it ran : "The following intelligence from St. John's, Newfoundland, has reached us for publication. The whaling vessel 'Biythewood' is reported to have met with the surviving officers and men of the Expedition in Davis Strait. Many are stated to be dead, and some are supposed to be missing. The list of the saved, as collected by the people of the whaler, is not vouched for as being absolutely correct, the circumstances having been adverse to investigation. The vessel was pressed for time; and the members of the Expedition, all more or less suffering from exhaustion, were not in a position to give the necessary assistance to inquiry. Fur- ther particulars may be looked for by the next mail," g6 THE FROZEN DEEP. The list of the survivors followed, beginning with the officers in the order of their rank. They "both read the list together. The first name was Captain Helding. The second was Lieutenant Crayford. There, the wife's joy overpowered her. After a pause, she put her arm round Clara's waist, and spoke to her. " Oh, my love !" she murmured, " are you as happy as I am % Is Frank's name there too ? The tears are in my eyes. Eead for me — I can't read for myself." The answer came, in still sad tones : " I have read as far as your husband's name. I have no need to read farther." Mrs. Crayford dashed the tears from her eyes, steadied herself, and looked at the newspaper. On the list of the survivors the search was vain. Frank's name was not among them. On a second list, headed "Dead or Missing," the two first names that appeared were : Francis Aldersley. Richard Wardour. In speechless distress and dismay Mrs. Crayford looked at Clara. Had she strength enough, in her feeble health, to sustain the shock that had fallen on her ? Yes ! She bore it with a strange un- natural resignation; she looked, she spoke, with the sad self-possession of despair. " I was prepared for it," she said. " I saw them THE GARDEN. 97 in the spirit last night. Eichard Wardour has dis- covered the truth, and Frank has paid the penalty with his life — and I, I alone, am to blame." She shuddered, and put her hand on her heart. " We shall not long be parted, Lucy ; I shall go to him. He will not return to me." Those words were spoken with a calm certainty of conviction that was terrible to see. " I have no more to say," she added, after a moment, and rose to return to the house. Mrs. Crayford caught her by the hand, and forced her to take her seat again. "Don't look at me, don't speak to me, in that horrible manner!" she exclaimed. "Clara, it is un- worthy of a reasonable being, it is doubting the mercy of God, to say what you have just said. Look at the newspaper again. See ! They tell you plainly that their information is not to be de- pended upon — they warn you to wait for further particulars. The very words at the top of the list prove how little they know of the truth. ' Dead or missing!* On their own showing it is quite as likely that Frank is missing as that Frank is dead. For all you know, the next mail may bring a letter from him. Are you listening to me V "Yes." " Can you deny what I say V "No." " ' Yes !' 'No!' Is that the way to answer me when I am so distressed and so anxious about you?" 7 98 THE FROZEN DEEP. " I am sorry I spoke as I did, Lucy. We look at some subjects in very different ways. I don't dispute, dear, that yours is the reasonable view." "You don't dispute?" retorted Mrs. Crayford, warmly. "No! you do what is worse — you believe in your own opinion — you persist in your own conclusion — with the newspaper before you ! Do you, or do you not, believe the newspaper ?" " I believe in what I saw last night." " In what you saw last night ! You, an edu- cated woman, a clever woman, believing in a vision of your own fancy — a mere dream ! I wonder you are not ashamed to acknowledge it !" " Call it a dream if you like, Lucy. I have had other dreams, at other times, and I have known them to be fulfilled." " Yes !" said Mrs. Crayford. " For once in a way they may have been fulfilled, by chance — and you notice it, and remember it, and pin your faith on it. Come, Clara, be honest ! What about the oc- casions when the chance has been against you, and your dreams have not been fulfilled ? You super- stitious people are all alike. You conveniently forget when your dreams and your presentiments prove false. For my sake, dear, if not for your own," she continued, in gentler and tenderer tones, "try to be more reasonable and more hopeful. Don't lose your trust in the future and your trust in God. God, who has saved my husband, can save Fran]?, While there is doubt there is hope. THE GARDEN. 99 Don't embitter my happiness, Clara ! Try to think as I think — if it is only to show that you love me." She put her arm round the girl's neck and kissed her. Clara returned the kiss; Clara answered sadly and submissively : " I do love you, Lucy. I will try." Having answered in those terms, she sighed to herself, and said no more. It would have been plain, only too plain, to far less observant eyes than Mrs. Crayford's that no salutary impression had been produced on her. She had ceased to defend her own way of thinking, she spoke of it no more ; but there was the terrible conviction of Frank's death at Wardour's hands rooted as firmly as ever in her mind ! Discouraged and distressed, Mrs. Crayford left her, and walked back towards the house. CHAPTEE XV. At the drawing-room window of the villa there appeared a polite little man, with bright intelli- gent eyes and cheerful sociable manners. Neatly dressed in professional black, he stood, self-pro- claimed, a prosperous country doctor — successful and popular in a wide circle of patients and friends. As Mrs. Crayford approached him, he stepped out briskly to meet her on the lawn, with both hands extended in courteous and cordial greeting. 7—Z ioc THE FROZEN DEEP. " My dear madam, accept my heartfelt congratu* lations !" cried the doctor. " I have seen the good news in the paper ; and I could hardly feel more rejoiced than I do now, if I had the honour of knowing Lieutenant Crayford personally. We mean to celebrate the occasion at home. I said to my wife before I came out, c A bottle of the old Madeira at dinner to-day, mind ! — to drink the Lieutenant's health ; God bless him !' And how is our interesting patient ? The news is not alto- gether what we could wish, so far as she is con- cerned. I felt a little anxious, to tell you the truth, about the effect of it ; and I have paid my visit to-day before the usual time. Not that I take a gloomy view of the news myself. No ! There is clearly a doubt about the correctness of the in- formation, so far as Mr. Aldersley is concerned — and that is a point, a great point, in Mjr. Aldersley's favour. I give him the benefit of the doubt, as the lawyers say. Does Miss Burnham give him the benefit of the doubt too ? I hardly dare hope it, I confess." " Miss Burnham has grieved and alarmed me," Mrs. Crayford answered. " I was just thinking of sending for you, when we met here." With those introductory words, she told the doctor exactly what had happened ; repeating, not only the conversation of that morning between Clara and herself, but also the words which had fallen from Clara in the trance of the past night THE GARDEN. tor The doctor listened attentively. Little by little, its easy smiling composure vanished from his face as Mrs. Crayford went on, and left him completely transformed into a grave and thoughtful man. " Let us go and look at her," he said. He seated himself by Clara's side, and carefully studied her face, with his hand on her pulse. There was no sympathy here, between the dreamy mystical temperament of the patient and the downright practical character of the doctor. Clara secretly disliked her medical attendant. She sub- mitted impatiently to the close investigation of which he made her the object. He questioned her, and she answered irritably. Advancing a step further (the doctor was not easily discouraged) he adverted to the news of the Expedition, and took up the tone of remonstrance which had been already adopted by Mrs. Crayford. Clara declined to discuss the question. She rose with formal politeness, and requested permission to return to the house. The doctor attempted no further re- sistance. " By all means, Miss Burnham," he an- swered, resignedly — having first cast a look at Mrs. Crayford which said plainly, " Stay here with me." Clara bowed her acknowledgments in cold silence, and left them together. The doctor's bright eyes followed the girl's wasted, yet still graceful, figure, as it slowly receded from view, with an expression of grave anxiety, which Mrs. Crayford noticed with grave misgiving on her side. 102 THE FROZEN DEEP. He said nothing until Clara had disappeared under the verandah which ran round the garden-side of the house. " I think you told me," he began, " that Miss Burnham has neither father nor mother living V "Yes. Miss Burnham is an orphan." " Has she any near relatives V " No. You may speak to me as her guardian and her friend. Are you alarmed about her V " I am seriously alarmed. It is only two days since I called here last — and I see a marked change in her for the worse. Physically and morally a change for the worse. Don't needlessly alarm yourself ! The case is not, I trust, entirely beyond the reach of remedy. The great hope for us is the hope that Mr. Aldersley may still be living. In that event, I should feel no misgivings about the future. Her marriage would make a healthy and a happy woman of her. But, as things are, I own I dread that settled conviction in her mind that Mr. Aldersley is dead, and that her own death is soon to follow. In her present state of health, that idea (haunting her, as it certainly will, night and day) will have its influence on her body as well as on her mind. Unless we can check the mischief, her last reserves of strength will give way. If you wish for other advice by all means send for it. You have my opinion." " I am quite satisfied with your opinion," Mrs. Crayford replied. " It is your advice I want, Tor God's sake tell me what we can do V } THE GARDEN. 103 " We can try a complete change," said the doctor. " We can remove her at once from this place." " She will refuse to leave it," Mrs. Crayford re- joined. " I have more than once proposed a change to her — and she always says No." The doctor paused for a moment, like a man col- lecting his thoughts. " I heard something on my way here," he pro- ceeded, " which suggests to my mind a method of meeting the difficulty that you have just mentioned. Unless I am entirely mistaken, Miss Burnham will not say No to the change that I have in view for her." "What is it?" asked Mrs. Crayford, eagerly. " Pardon me if I ask you a question, on my part, before I reply," said the doctor. "Are you for- tunate enough to possess any interest at the Ad- miralty V "Certainly. My father is in the Secretary's office— and two of the Lords of the Admiralty are friends of his." " Excellent ! Now I can speak out plainly with little fear of disappointing you. After what I have said, you will agree with me that the only change in Miss Burnham's life which will be of any use to her, is a change that will alter the present tone of her mind on the subject of Mr. Aldersley. Place her in a position to discover — not by re- ference to her own distempered fancies and visions, but by reference to actual evidence and actual 104 THE FROZEN DEEP. fact — whether Mr. Aldersley is, or is not, a living man ; and there will be an end of the hysterical delusions which now threaten to fatally undermine her health. Even taking matters at their worst — - even assuming that Mr. Aldersley has died in the Arctic seas — it will be less injurious to her to dis- cover this positively, than to leave her mind to feed on its own morbid superstitions and specula- tions, for weeks and weeks together, while the next news from the Expedition is on its way to England. In one word, I want you to be in a position, before the week is out, to put Miss Burn- ham's present convictions to a practical test. Suppose you could say to her : — ' We differ, my dear, about Mr. Erancis Aldersley. You declare, without the shadow of a reason for it, that he is certainly dead, and, worse still, that he has died by the act of one of his brother officers. I assert, on the authority of the newspaper, that nothing of the sort has happened, and that the chances are all in favour of his being still a living man. What do you say to crossing the Atlantic, and deciding which of us is right — you or I V Do you think Miss Burnham will say No to that, Mrs. Crayford ? If I know anything of human nature, she will seize the opportunity as a means of converting you to a belief in the Second Sight." " Good heavens, doctor ! do you mean to tell me that we are to go out and meet the Arctic Expe- dition on its way home ?" THE GARDEN. 105 "Admirably guessed, Mrs. Crayford! That ia exactly what I mean." " But how is it to be done ?" " I will tell you immediately. I mentioned — ■ didn't I ? — that I had heard something on my road to this house ?" "Yes?" " Well, I met an old friend at my own gate, who walked with me a part of the way here. Last night my friend dined with the Admiral at Ports- mouth. Among the guests, there was a member of the Ministry, who had brought the news about the Expedition with him from London. This gen- tleman told the company there was very little doubt that the Admiralty would immediately send out a steam-vessel, to meet the rescued men on the shores of America, and bring them home. Wait a little, Mrs. Crayford I Nobody knows, as yet, under what rules and regulations the vessel will saiL Under somewhat similar circumstances, privileged people have been received as passengers, or rather as guests, in Her Majesty's ships — and what has been conceded on former occasions may, by bare possibility, be conceded now. I can say no more. If you are not afraid of the voyage for yourself, I am not afraid of it (nay, I am all in favour of it on medical grounds) for my patient. What do you say ? Will you write to your father, and ask him to try what his interest will do with his friends at the Admiralty ?" Mrs. Crayford rose excitedly to her feet. io6 THE FROZEN DEEP. "Write!" she exclaimed. "I will do better than write. The journey to London is no great matter — and my housekeeper here is to be trusted to take care of Clara in my absence. I will see my father to-night ! He shall make good use of his interest at the Admiralty — you may rely on that. Oh, my dear doctor, what a prospect it is ! My husband ! Clara ! What a discovery you have made — what a treasure you are ! How can I thank you V " Compose yourself, my dear madam. Don't make too sure of success. We may consider Miss Burnham's objections as disposed of beforehand. But suppose the Lords of the Admiralty say No ?" "In that case I shall be in London, doctor; and I shall go to them myself. Lords are only men — and men are not in the habit of saying No to me ? So they parted. In a week from that day Her Majesty's ship Amazon sailed for North America. Certain privileged persons, specially interested in the Arctic voyagers, were permitted to occupy the empty state-rooms on board. On the list of these favoured guests of the ship were the names of two ladies — Mrs. Crayford and Miss Burnham. FItfTH SCENE, THE BOAT-HOUSE. CHAPTEK XVI. Once more the open sea — the sea whose waters break on the shores of Newfoundland ! An English steamship lies at anchor in the offing. The vessel is plainly visible through the open door- way of a large boat-house on the shore ; one of the buildings attached to a fishing-station on the coast of the island. The only person in the boat-house at this moment, is a man in the dress of a sailor. He is seated on a chest, with a piece of cord in his hand, looking out idly at the sea. On the rough carpenter's table near him lies a strange object to be left in such a place — a woman's veil. What is the vessel lying at anchor in the offing ? The vessel is the Amazon — despatched from England to receive the surviving officers and men of the Arctic Expedition. The meeting has been successfully effected, on the shores of North loS THE FROZEN DEEP. America, three days since. But the homeward voyage has been delayed by a storm which has driven the ship out of her course. Taking advantage, on the third day, of the first returning calm, the com- mander of the Amazon has anchored off the coast of Newfoundland, and has sent ashore to increase his supplies of water before he sails for England. The weary passengers have landed for a few hours, to refresh themselves after the discomforts of the tempest. Among them are the two ladies. The veil left on the table in the boat-house is Clara's veil. And who is the man sitting on the chest, with the cord in his hand, looking out idly at the sea ? The man is the only cheerful person in the ship's company. In other words — John Want. Still reposing on the chest, our friend who never grumbles, is surprised by the sudden appearance of a sailor at the boat-house door. " Look sharp with your work, there, John Want I" says the sailor ; " Lieutenant Crayford is just com- ing to look after you." With this warning the messenger disappears again. John Want rises with a groan — turns the chest up on one end — and begins to fasten the cord round it. The ship's cook is not a man to look back on his rescue with the feeling of unmitigated satisfaction which animates his companions in trouble. On the contrary, he is ungratefully dis- posed to regret the North Pole. THE BOAT-HOUSE. 109 11 If I had only known" — thus runs the train of thought in the mind of John Want — " if I had only- known, before I was rescued, that I was to be brought to this place, I believe I should have pre- ferred staying at the North Pole. I was very happy keeping up everybody's spirits at the North Pole. Taking one thing with another, I think I must have been very comfortable at the North Pole — if I had only known it. Another man in my place might be inclined to say that this New- foundland boat-house was rather a sloppy, slimy, draughty, fishy sort of a habitation to take shelter in. Another man might object to perpetual New- foundland fogs, perpetual Newfoundland codfish, and perpetual Newfoundland dogs. We had some very nice bears at the North Pole. Never mind! it's all one to me — I don't grumble." " Have you done cording that box V This time the voice is a voice of authority — the man at the doorway is Lieutenant Crayford him- self. John Want answers his officer in his own cheerful way. " I've done it as well as I can, sir — "but the damp #f this place is beginning to tell upon our very ropes. I say nothing about our lungs — I only say our ropes." Crayford answers sharply. He seems to have lost his former relish for the humour of John Want. " Pooh ! To look at your wry face, one would think that our rescue from the Arctic regions wag i io THE FROZEN DEEP. a downright misfortune. You deserve to be sent back again." " I could be just as cheerful as ever, sir, if I was sent back again. I hope I'm thankful; but I don't like to hear the North Pole run down in such a fishy place as this. It was very dry and snowy at the North Pole — and it's very damp and sandy here. Do you never miss your bone soup, sir ? 1 do. It mightn't have been strong ; but it was very hot ; and the cold seemed to give it a kind of a meaty flavour as it went down. Was it you that was a-coughing so long, last night, sir ? I don't presume to say anything against the air of these latitudes— but I should be glad to know it wasn't you that was a-coughing so hollow. Would you be so obliging as just to feel the state of these ropes with the ends of your fingers, sir ? You can dry them afterwards on the back of my jacket." "You ought to have a stick laid on the back of your jacket. Take that box down to the boat directly. You croaking vagabond! You would have grumbled in the Garden of Eden." The philosopher of the Expedition was not a man to be silenced by referring him to the Garden of Eden. Paradise itself was not perfect to John Want. " I hope I could be cheerful anywhere, sir," said the ship's cook. " But you mark my words — there must have been a deal of troublesome work with the flower-beds in the Garden of Eden," THE BOA T-HO USE. 1 1 r Having entered that unanswerable protest, John Want shouldered the box, and drifted drearily out of the boat-house. Left by himself, Crayford looked at his watch, and called to a sailor outside. " Where are the ladies V he asked. "Mrs. Crayford is coming this way, sir. She was just behind you when you came in." " Is Miss Burnham with her V " No, sir ; Miss Burnham is down on the beach with the passengers. I heard the young lady ask- ing after you, sir." "Asking after me V Crayford considered with himself, as he repeated the words. He added, in lower and graver tones, " You had better tell Miss Burnham you have seen me here." . The man made his salute and went out. Cray- ford took a turn in the boat-house. Eescued from death in the Arctic wastes, and reunited to a beautiful wife, the lieutenant looked, nevertheless, unaccountably anxious and depressed. What could he be thinking of ? He was thinking of Clara. On the first day when the rescued men were re- ceived on board the " Amazon," Clara had embar- rassed and distressed, not Crayford only, but the other officers of the Expedition as well, by the manner in which she questioned them on the sub- ject of Francis Aldersley and Eichard Wardour §he had shown n when the trial begins ? Suppose the jury V She stopped, shuddering. Death — shameful death on the scaffold — might be the terrible result of the consultation of the jury. "We have waited for news to come to us long 20 306 JOHN JAGOS GHOST. enough," Naomi resumed. "We must find the tracks of John Jago for ourselves. There is a week yet before the trial begins. Who will help me to make enquiries? Will you be the man, friend Lefrank ?" It is needless to add (though I knew nothing would come of it) that I consented to be the man. We arranged to apply that day for the order of admission to the prison, and, having seen Ambrose, to devote ourselves immediately to the contem- plated search. How that search was to be con- ducted was more than I could tell, and more than Naomi could tell. We were to begin by applying to the police to help us to find John Jago, and we were then to be guided by circumstances. Was there ever a more hopeless programme than this ? "Circumstances" declared themselves against us at starting. I applied, as usual, for the order of admission to the prison, and the order was for the first time refused; no reason being assigned by the persons in authority for taking this course. Enquire as I might, the only answer given was, "Not to-day." At Naomi's suggestion, we went to the prison to seek the explanation winch was refused to us at the office. The gaoler on duty at the outer gate was one of Naomi's many admirers. He solved the mystery cautiously in a whisper. The sheriff and the governor of the prison were then speaking privately with Ambrose Meadowcroft in THE SHERIFF AND THE GOVERNOR. 307 his cell: they had expressly directed that no persons should be admitted to see the prisoner that day but themselves. What did it mean? We returned, wondering to the farm. There Naomi, speaking by chance co one of the female servants, made certain dis- coveries. Early that morning the sheriff had been brought to Morwick by an old friend of the Meadowcrofts. A long interview had been held between Mr Meadowcroft and his daughter and the official Personage introduced by the friend. Leavino- the farm the sheriff had gone straight to the prison and had proceeded with the governor to visit Am- brose in his cell. Was some potent influence being brought privately to bear on Ambrose? Appearances certainly suggested that enquiry Supposing the influence to have been really ex- erted, the next question followed, What was the object in view ? We could only wait and see. Our patience was not severely tried. The event of the next day enlightened us in a very unex- pected manner. Before noon, the neighbours brought startling news from the prison to the larm. Ambrose Meadowcroft had confessed himself to be the murderer of John Jago! He had signed the confession in the presence of the sheriff and the governor on that very day ! I saw the document. It is needless to reprc* 20—2 308 JOHN JAGGS GHOST. duce it here. In substance, Ambrose confessed what Silas had confessed; claiming, however, to have only struck Jago under intolerable provoca- tion, so as to reduce the nature of his offence against the law from murder to manslaughter. Was the confession really the true statement of what had taken place ? or had the sheriff and the governor, acting in the interests of the family name, persuaded Ambrose to try this desperate means of escaping the ignominy of death on the scaffold ? The sheriff and the governor preserved impenetrable silence until the pressure put on , them judicially at the trial obliged them to speak. Who was to tell Naomi of this last and saddest of all the calamities which had fallen on her? Knowing how I loved her in secret, I felt an in- vincible reluctance to be the person who revealed Ambrose Meadowcroft's degradation to his be- trothed wife. Had any other member of the family told her what had happened ? The lawyer was able to answer me : Miss Meadowcroft had told her. I was shocked when I heard it. Miss Meadow- croft was the last person in the house to spare the poor girl : Miss Meadowcroft would make the hard tidings doubly terrible to bear in the telling. I tried to find Naomi, without success. She had beeu always accessible at other times. Was she hiding herself from me now ? The idea occurred to me as I was descending the stairs after vainly THE SHERIFF AND THE GOVERNOR. 3og knocking at the door of her room. I was deter- mined to see her. I waited a few minutes, and then ascended the stairs again suddenly. On the landing I met her, just leaving her room. She tried to run hack. I caught her by the arm, and detained her. With her free hand she held her handkerchief over her face so as to hide it from me. "You once told me I had comforted you," I said to her, gently. " Won't you let me comfort you now ?" She still struggled to get away, and still kept her head turned from me. " Don't you see that I am ashamed to look you in the face V she said, in low broken tones, " Let me go." I still persisted in trying to soothe her. I drew her to the window-seat. I said I would wait until she was able to speak to me. She dropped on the seat, and wrung her hands on her lap. Her downcast eyes still obstinately avoided meeting mine. " Oh !" she said to herself, " what madness pos- sessed me ? Is it possible that I ever disgraced myself by loving Ambrose Meadowcroft V She shuddered as the idea found its way to expression on her lips. The tears rolled slowly over her cheeks. "Don't despise me, Mr. Lefrank!" she said, faintly. I tried, honestly tried, to put the confession before her in its least unfavourable light. 3i° ? OHN JAGG'S GHOST. "His resolution lias given way," I said. "He has done this, despairing of proving his innocence, in terror of the scaffold." She rose, with an angry stamp of her foot. She turned her face on me with the deep-red flush of shame in it, and the big tears glistening in her eyes. "No more of him!" she said, sternly. "If he is not a murderer, what else is he ? A liar and a coward ! In which of his characters does he dis- grace me most ? I have done with him for ever ! I will never speak to him again !" She pushed me furiously away from her ; advanced a few steps towards her own door; stopped, and came back to me. The generous nature of the girl spoke in her next words. " I am not ungrateful to you, friend Lefrank. A woman in my place is only a woman ; and, when she is shamed as I am, she feels it very bitterly. Give me your hand ! God bless you !" She put my hand to her lips before I was aware of her, and kissed it, and ran back into her room. ^ I sat clown on the place which she had occu- pied. She had looked at me for one moment when she kissed my hand. I forgot Ambrose and his confession ; I forgot the coming trial; I forgot my professional duties and my English friends. There I sat, in a fool's elysium of my own making, with absolutely nothing in my mind but the picture of Naomi's face at the moment when had last looked at me ! THE PEBBLE AND THE WINDOW. 3 H I have already mentioned that I was in love with her. I merely add this to satisfy you that I tell the truth, CHAPTEE XI. THE PEBBLE AND THE WINDOW. Miss Meadowcroft and I were the only repre- sentatives of the family at the farm who attended the trial. We went separately to Narrabee. Ex- cepting the ordinary greetings at morning and night, Miss Meadowcroft had not said one word to me since the time when I told her that I did not believe John Jago to be a living man. I have purposely abstained from encumbering my narrative with legal details. I now propose to state the nature of the defence in the briefest out- line only. We insisted on making both the prisoners plead " Not guilty." This done, we took an objection to the legality of the proceedings at starting. We appealed to the old English law, that there should be no conviction for murder until the body of the murdered person was found, or proof of its destruc- tion obtained beyond a doubt. We denied that sufficient proof had been obtained in the case now before the court. The judges consulted, and decided that the trial should go on. We took our next objection when the Confessions were produced in evidence. We 312 JOHN JAGOS GHOST. declared that they had been extorted by terror, or by "undue influence ; and we pointed k out certain minor particulars in which the two confessions failed to corroborate each other. For the rest, our defence on this occasion was, as to essentials, what our defence had been at the enquiry before the magistrate. Once more the judges consulted, and once more they overruled our objection. The Con- fessions were admitted in evidence. On their side, the prosecution produced one new witness in support of their case. It is needless to waste time in recapitulating his evidence. He con- tradicted himself gravely on cross-examination. We showed plainly, and after investigation proved, that he was not to be believed on his oath. The Chief Justice summed up. He charged, in relation to the Confessions, that no weight should be attached to confession incited by hope or fear ; and he left it to the jury to de- termine whether the Confessions in this case had been so influenced. In the course of the trial, it had been shown for the defence that the sheriff and the governor of the prison had told Ambrose, with his father's knowledge and sanction, that the case was clearly against him ; that the only chance of sparing his family the disgrace of his death by public execution lay in making a confession ; and that they would do their best, if he did confess, to have his sentence commuted to transportation for life. As for Silas, he was proved to have been THE PEBBLE AND THE WINDOW. 313 beside himself with terror when he made his abomi- nable charge against his brother. We had vainly- trusted to the evidence on these two points to in- duce the court to reject the Confessions ; and we were destined to be once more disappointed in an- ticipating that the same evidence would influence the verdict of the jury on the side of mercy. After an absence of an hour, they returned into court with a verdict of " Guilty " against both the priso- ners. Being asked in due form if they had anything to say in mitigation of their sentence, Ambrose and Silas solemnly declared their innocence, and pub- licly acknowledged that their respective confessions had been wrung from them with the hope of es- caping the hangman's hands. This statement was not noticed by the bench. The prisoners were both sentenced to death. On my return to the farm, I did not see Naomi. Miss Meadowcroft informed her of the result of the trial. Half an hour later, one of the women- servants handed to me an envelope bearing my name on it in Naomi's handwriting. The envelope enclosed a letter, and with it a slip of paper on which Naomi had hurriedly written these words : " For God's sake, read the letter I send to you, and do something about it imme- diately!" I looked at the letter. It assumed to be written by a gentleman iii JJew York. Only the day be 314 JOHN J A GO'S GHOST. fore, lie had, by the merest accident, seen the ad- vertisement for John Jago, cnt out of a newspaper and pasted into a book of " curiosities " kept by a friend. Upon this he wrote to Morwick Farm to say that he had seen a man exactly answering to the description of John Jago, but bearing another name, working as a clerk in a merchant's office in Jersey City. Having time to spare before the mail went out, he had returned to the office to take another look at the man before he po* f a 1 his letter. To his surprise, he was informed that cue clerk had not appeared at his desk that day. His employer had sent to his lodgings, and had been informed that he had suddenly packed up his hand-bag after reading the newspaper at breakfast ; had paid his rent honestly, and had gone away, nobody knew where ! It was late in the evening when I read these lines. I had time for reflection before it would be necessary for me to act. Assuming the letter to be genuine, and adopting Naomi's explanation of the motive which had led John Jago to absent himself secretly from the farm, I reached the conclusion that the search for him might be usefully limited to JSTarrabee and to the surrounding neighbourhood. The newspaper at his breakfast had no doubt £iven him his first information of the " finding " of the grand jury, and of the trial to follow. It was in my experience of human nature that he should THE PEBBLE AND THE WINDOW. 315 venture back to Narrabee under these circum- stances, and under the influence of his infatuation for Naomi. More than this, it was again in my expe- rience, I am sorry to say, that he should attempt to make the critical position of Ambrose a means of extorting Naomi's consent to listen favourably to his suit. Cruel indifference to the injury and the suffering which his sudden absence might in- flict on others, was plainly implied in his secret withdrawal from the farm. The same cruel indif- ference, pushed to a further extreme, might well lead him to press his proposals privately on Naomi, and to fix her acceptance of them as the price to be paid for saving her cousins' life. To these conclusions I arrived after much think- ing. I had determined, on Naomi's account, to clear the matter up ; but it is only candid to add, that my doubts of John Jago's existence remained unshaken by the letter. I believed it to be nothing more nor less than a heartless and stupid " hoax." The striking of the hall-clock roused me from my meditations. I counted the strokes — midnight • I rose to go up to my room. Everybody else in the farm had retired to bed, as usual, more than an hour since. The stillness in the house was breath- less. I walked softly, by instinct, as I crossed the room to look out at the night. A lovely moonlight met my view : it was like the moonlight on the fatal evening when Naomi had met John Jago on the garden- walk. 316 JOHN JAGO'S GHOST. My bedroom-candle was on the side-table : I bad just lit it. I was just leaving the room, when the door suddenly opened, and Naomi herself stood before me ! Becovering the first shock of her sudden appear- ance, I saw instantly, in her eager eyes, in her deadly pale cheeks, that something serious had happened. A large cloak was thrown over her ; a white handkerchief was tied over her head. Her hair was in disorder : she had evidently just risen in fear and in haste from her bed. " What is it ?" I asked, advancing to meet her. She clung trembling with agitation to my arm. " John Jago !" she whispered. You will think my obstinacy invincible. I could hardly believe it, even then ! " Do you mean John Jago's ghost ?" I asked. " I have seen J ohn Jago himself," she answered, " Where ?" " In the back yard, under my bedroom-window !" The emergency was far too serious to allow of any consideration for the small proprieties of every- day life. " Let me see him !" I said. " I am here to fetch you," she replied, in her frank and fearless way. " Come upstairs with me." Her room was on the first floor of the house, and . was the only bedroom which looked out on the back yard. On our way up the stairs she told me what had happened, THE PEBBLE AND THE WIDOW. 3*7 "I was in bed," she said, "but not asleep, when I heard a pebble strike against the window-pane. I waited, wondering what it meant. Another pebble was thrown against the glass. So far I was surprised, but not frightened. I got up, and ran to the window to look out. There was John Jago, looking up at me in the moonlight !" " Did he see you V " Yes. He said, ' Come down and speak to me ! I have something serious to say to you !' " " Did you answer him V "As soon as I could fetch my breath, I said, 1 Wait a little,' and ran downstairs to you. What shall I do f " Let me see him, and I will tell you." We entered her room. Keeping cautiously be- hind the window-curtain, I looked out. There he was ! His beard and moustache were shaved off: his hair was cut close. But there was no disguising his wild brown eyes, or the peculiar movement of his spare wiry figure, as he walked slowly to and fro in the moonlight, waiting for Naomi. For the moment, my own agitation almost overpowered me : I had so firmly disbelieved that John Jago was a living man ! " What shall I do V Naomi repeated. " Is the door of the dairy open V I asked. " No ; but the door of the tool-house, round the corner, is not locked." " Very good. Show yourself at the window, and say to him, * I am coming directly.' " 3i8 JOHN JAGG'S GHOST. The brave girl obeyed me without a moment's hesitation. There had been no doubt about his eyes and his gait ; there was no doubt now about his voice as he answered softly from below, — "All right!" "Keep Mm talking to you where he is now/ ; I said to Naomi, " until I have time to get round by the other way to the tool-house. Then pretend to be fearful of discovery at the dairy; and bring him round the corner, so that I can hear him be° hind the door." We left the house together, and separated silently. Naomi followed my instructions with a woman's quick intelligence where stratagems are concerned. I had hardly been a minute in the tool-house before I heard him speaking to Naomi on the other side of the door. The first words which I caught distinctly related to his motive for secretly leaving the farm. Morti- fied pride— doubly mortified hy Naomi's contemp- tuous refusal, and by the personal indignity offered to him by Ambrose— was at the bottom of his conduct in absenting himself from Morwick. He owned that he had seen the advertisement, and that it had actually encouraged him to keep in hiding ! . " After being laughed at and insulted and denied, I was glad," said the miserable wretch, "to see that eome of you had serious reason to wish me back THE PEBBLE AND THE WINDOW. 319 again. It rests with you, Miss Naomi, to keep me here, and to persuade me to save Ambrose by show- ing myself, and owning to my name/' "What do you mean?" I heard Naomi ask, sternly. He lowered his voice ; but I could still hear him. " Promise you will marry me," he said, " and I will go before the magistrate to-morrow, and show him that I am a living man." * Suppose I refuse V " In that case you will lose me again, and none of you will find me till Ambrose is hanged." " Are you villain enough, John Jago, to mean what you say V asked the girl, raising her voice. " If you attempt to give the alarm," he answered, " as true as God's above us, you will feel my hand on your throat ! It's my turn, now, miss ; and I am not to be trifled with. Will you have me for your husband, — yes or no V " No !" she answered, loudly and firmly. I threw open the door, and seized him as he lifted his hand on her. He had not suffered from the nervous derangement which had weakened me, and he was the stronger man of the two. Naomi saved my life, She struck up his pistol as he pulled it out of his pocket with his free hand and presented it at my head. The bullet was fired into the air. I tripped up his heels at the same moment. The report of the pistol had alarmed the house. We two together kept him on the ground until help arrived. 320 JOHN JAGGS GHOST. CHAPTER XII. THE END OF IT. John Jago was brought before the magistrate, and John Jago was identified the next day. The lives of Ambrose and Silas were, of course, no longer in peril, so far as human justice was concerned. But there were legal delays to be en- countered, and legal formalities to be observed, before the brothers could be released from prison in the characters of innocent men. During the interval which thus elapsed, certain events happened which may be briefly mentioned here before I close my narrative. Mr. Meadowcroft the elder, broken by the suffer- ing which he had gone through, died suddenly of a rheumatic affection of the heart. A codicil at- tached to his will abundantly justified what Naomi had told me of Miss Meadowcroft's influence over her father, and of the end she had in view in ex- ercising it. A life-income only was left to Mr. Meadowcroft's sons. The freehold of the farm was bequeathed to his daughter, with the testator's recommendation added, that she should marry his " best and dearest friend, Mr. John Jago." Armed with the power of the will, the heiress of Morwick sent an insolent message to Naomi, requesting her no longer to consider herself one of the inmates at the farm. Miss Meadowcroft, it THE END OF IT 321 should be here added, positively refused to believe that John Jago had ever asked Naomi to be his wife, or had ever threatened her, as I had heard him threaten her, if she refused. She accused me, as she accused Naomi, of trying meanly to injure John Jago in her estimation, out of hatred towards "that much-injured man;" and she sent to me, as she had sent to Naomi, a formal notice to leave the house. We two banished ones met the same day in the hall, with our travelling bags in our hands. "We are turned out together, friend Leirank,' said Naomi, with her quaintly comical smile. "You will go back to England, I guess; and I must make my own living in "my own country. Women can get employment in the States it they have a friend to speak for them. Where shall I find somebody who can give me a place T I saw my way to saying the right word at the right moment. " I have got a place to offer you," I replied, " if you see no objection to accepting it." She suspected nothing, so far. " That's lucky, sir," was all she said. " Is it in a telegraph-office or in a dry-goods store T I astonished my little American friend by taking her then and there in my arms, and giving her my first kiss. "The office is by my fireside," I said. "The salary is anything in reason you like to ask me 21 322 JOHN JAGO'S GHOST. for. And the place, Naomi, if you have no objec- tion to it, is the place of my wife." I have no more to say, except that years have passed since I spoke those words, and that I am as fond of Naomi as ever. Some months after our marriage, Mrs. Lefrank wrote to a friend at Narrabee for news of what was going on at the farm. The answer informed us that Ambrose and Silas had emigrated to New Zealand, and that Miss Meadowcroft was alone at Morwick Farm. John Jago had refused to marry her. John Jago had disappeared again, nobody knew where. Note in Conclusion. — The first idea of this little story ■was suggested to the author by a printed account of a trial which actually took place, early in the present century, in the United States. The recently-published narrative of the case is entitled "The Trial, Confessions, and Con- viction of Jesse and Stephen Boorn for the Murder of Russell Colvin, and the Eeturn of the Man supposed to have been murdered. By Hou. Leonard Sargeant, Ex- Lieutenant-Governor of Vermont. (Manchester, Vermont, Journal Book and Job Office, 1873.)" It may not be amiss to add, for the benefit of incredulous readers, that all the " improbable events " in the story are matters of i'act, taken from the printed narrative. 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