Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 7, Number 13, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 23 September 1876 — Page 2

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THE MAIL

A. PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE:

The Dead Secret.

[Continued from Firsl Page.]

stand, now to one aide of the basin and now to the other. Throughout all thesq 5 trifling actions, the natural grace, delicacy and prim neat-handednesa of the _^,woiuan still waited mechanically on the moat useless and aimless of her occupations of the moment. She knocked nothing down, she put nothing away, her footsteps at the fastest made no sound—the very skirts of her dress were kept as properly and prudishly composed as If it was broad daylight and the eyes of all her neighbors were looking .at her.

From time to time the sense of the words she was murmuring confusedly to herself changed. Sometimes they disjointedly expressed bolder and more self-reliant thoughts. Once they seemed to urse bcr agftin to the drcawng-tabl© and the open letter on it, against her will. She read aloud the address: To my Husband," and caught the letter up sharply, and spoke in firmer tones, "Wnv give it to him at all? Why not let the secret die with her and die with me, as it ought Why should he know it? He shall not know it!" Savin those last words, she desperately nel the letter within an inch of the flame ol the candle. At the same momefit the white curtain over the window before her stirred a little, as the freshening air found its way through the old fashioned, ill-fitting sashes. Her eye caught sight of it as it waved gently backward and forward. She clasped the letter sudden ly to her breast with both hands, and snrank back against the wall of the room, her eyes ttill fastened on the cur tain with the same blank look of horror which they had expressed when Mrs. T'reverton had threatened to claim her servant's obedience from the other world. "Something moves," she gasped to herself, in a breathless whisper. "Some thing moves in the room besides me."

The curtain waved slowly to and fro for the second time. Still looking fixedly at it over her shoulder, she crept along the wall to the door.

Do you come to mo already she said, her eyes riveted on the curtain, while her hand groped over the lock for the key. Before the grave is dup Before the coflin is made? Before body is cold?"

She opened the door and glided into the passage stopped there for a moment, ana lookea back into the room.

Rest!" she said. Rest—he shall have the letter." The stairease lamp guided her out of the passage. Descending hurriedly, as if she feared to give herself time to think, she reached Captain Treverton's study on the ground floor in a minute or two. The aoor was wide open, and the room was empty.

After reflecting a little, she lighted one of the chamber candles standing on the hall table at the lamp in the study, and ascended the stairs again to her master's bedroom. After repeatedly knocking at the door and obtaining no answer, she ventured to go in. The bed had not been disturbed,the candles bad not been lit—to all appearance, the room had not been entered during the night.

There was but one other place to seek him in—the chamber in which bis wife lay dead. Could she summon courage to give him the letter there? She hesi

tated a

little, then whispered,

I must!" The direction she now com

Sownslowly

elled herself to take led her a little way tho stairs again. She descended very this time, holding cautiously by the bannisters, and pausing to take breath almost at every step. The door of what had been Mrs. Traverton's bed room was opened, when she .ventured to knock at it, by the nurse, who inquired roughly and suspiciously what she wanted there. "I want to speak to my master."

Look for him somewhere else. He was here half an hour ago. He is gune

Do you know where he has gone No. I don't pry into other people'i Ings and comings. I mind my owji uslness." With that dlsoonrteous answer tho nurse closed the door again. Just as Sarah turned away from it she looked toward the inner end of the passage, The door of the nursery was situated there. It was ajar, and a dim gleam of

candle-llfcht

Antaicfe.

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her

was flickering throughtlt.

She went In Immediately, ana saw that the candle light came from an inner r«xim usually ootupled, as she well knew, by tho nursery maid and hy the only child of tho house of Treverton, a littfo girl, named Rosamond, aged at that time nearly Ave years.

Can he be there? in that room, of all tho rooms in the boose?" Quickly as the thought arose in her mind, Sarah raised the letter (which she had hitherto carried in her hand) to the bosom of her dress, and hid it for the •eoond time exactly as she had hidden it on leaving the mistress's bedside.

She then stolo across the nursery on tiptoe toward the inner room. The entrance to it, to please some caprice of the child, htd been arched and framed with trellis-work, gayly colored, so as to resemble the entrance to a summer house. Two pretty chintz curtains banging insids the trellis-work, formed the only barrier between the day room and the bedroom. One of these w*s looped up, and toward the opening thus made Sarah now advsncd, after cautiously leaving her candle in the passage

....

and with

.I»m

aakcS

must!

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i.. without so mooh as a The panes of the large window were look at it she made for the stairs, and yellow with dost and dirt, and descended them with headlong rapidity ed about fantastically with cobwebs, to the kiu-hen door. There, oue of the Below it waa a heap of rubbish, scatterfttrvanta who had "been sitting up met ed over the dry mould of wbat might

fusedly. ''Open the garden door and let me out." The man obeyed, but doubtfully, he thought her unfit, to be trusted by herself.

She gets stronger than ever in her ways," he said, when ho rejoined his fellow servants, after Sarah had hurried past him Into the open air. Now my mistress is dead she will have to find another place, I suppose. I, for one, shan't break my heart when she's gone. Shall you?"

The cool sweet air in the garden blowing freshly over Sarah's face, seemed te calm the violence of her agitation. She turned down a sidewalk which led to a terrace, and overlooked tbe church of tbe neighboring village. The daylight ont of doors was clear already. The misty auburn that grows before sunrife was flowing up, peaceful and lovely, behind a line of black-brown moorland, overall the eastern sky. Tbe old church, with the hedges of myrtle and fuschia growing round the little cemetery at the side of it in all the luxurance which is only to be seen in Cornwall, was clearing and brightening to view, almost as fast as the morning firmament itself. Sarah leaned her arms heavily on the back of a garden seat, and turned her face toward the church. Her eyes wandered from tho building itself to the cemetery by its side—rested there and watched the light growing warmer and warmer over the lonesome refuge where the dead lay at rest.

Oh, my heart my heart!" she said. "What must it be made of not to

She remained for somo timo leaning on the seat, looking sadly toward the church vard, and pondering over the words which she had heard Captain Troverton say to the child. They seemed to connect themselves, as every thing else now appeared to connect itself in her mind, with the letter that had been written on Mrs. Treverton death bed. She drew it from hor bosom once more, and crashed it up angrily in her fingers.

Still in my hands! still not seen by

had seen what I saw, if she had heard what I heard—could sho expect me to give him the letter?"

Her mind was apparently steadied by the reflection whicn her last words expressed. She moved away thoughtfully from the garden seat, crossed the terrace, descended some wooden steps, and followed a shrubbery path, which led round by a winding track from the east to the north side of the house.

This part of the building had been uninhabited and neglected for more than half a century past. In the time of Captain Treverton's father the whole range of the north rooms had been stripped of their finest picturesand their most valuable furniture, to assist in redbcorating the west rooms, which now formed the only inhabited part of the house, and which were amply sufficient for the accommodation of the family and of any visitors who came to stay with them. The mansion had been originally built in the form of a nquare, and had been strongly fortified. Of the many defenses of the place, but one now remained—a heavy, low tower (from which, and from the village near, the house derived its name of Porthgenna Tower), standirgat the southern extremity of tho west front. The south side itself consisted of stables and out-houses, with a ruinous wall in front of them, which, running back, eastward, at right angles, joined the north side, and so completed the square which the whole outline ot the building represented. The outside view of the range of north rooms from the weedy, deserted garden below,showed plainly enough that many years had passed since any human creature had inhabited them. The window-panes were broken in some places, and covered thickly with dirt and dust in others. Here, the shutters were closed—there they were only half opened. The untrained ivy, tbe rank vegatation growing in fissures of the stone work, tbe festoons of spiders' webs, the rubbish of wood, bricks, plaster, broken glass, rags and strips of soiled cloth, which lay beneath the windows, all told the same tale of neglect. Shadowed by its position, this ruinous side of the house had a dark, cold, wintry aspect, even on the sunny August morning when Sarah Leoson strayed into the deserted northern garden. Lost in the labvrinth of her own thoughts, she moved slowly past flower-beds, long since rooted up, and along gravel walks, overgrown bv seds her eyes wandering mechanically over the prospect, her feet mechani cally carrying her on wherever there was a trace of a footpath, lead where it nalght.

The shock which the words spoken by her master in tbe nurse ly bad communicated to her mind baa set her whole nature, so to speak, at bay, and had roused in her, at last, the moral courage to arm herself with a final and a desperate resolution. Wandering more and

pletely from all ontward things, she stopped insensibly on an open patch of

?awn,

ground,which had once been a well kept and which still commanded a full view of tbe long range of uninhabited north rooms.

What binds me to givo the letter to master at all?" she thought to herir, mllv in tbe

HIMWI -w ..v.

twin

self,

smoothing out the crumpled paper

The first object that attracted her at- dreamily in tbe palmof her hand. "My antii on

it nuking

tentlon In the child's bedroom was the mistress died without making me swear ^me of thJfem^

to do that. Can ahe visit it on me from

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The tears stood thick in Sarah's eyes not to lake it away with her if she left tore that lay could she as they looked on her master and on the tbebouae. Beyond that, Mrs. Trevor- Under no nttleband* that l«y round his neck, ton's desire had been that the letter hare expected She lingered by the raised curtain, heed- should be given to her husband. Was S ]MS of rt»e risk he rai», from moment to that laat wish binding on he person to hen»lf

loo

mama. Tblnkof poor papa, and try to came attracted by one particular win- other irutenees, ^u,d SnJSt him do* in tl» middfe/on the floor most sacred of obl gaU^ by thoJiu^ Klmnl» uTthe words were, quietly aud above the grmind-the largest and the band. But could ahe accept "i thST?*™ spoken, tbey 1 gloomiest of all the row suddenly tbey and klodi^at the handoftVisma^er ««?i, ,«,h Ceeson ol *11 k4 w^. an exj r. «ion of intei whom she had been

ij-nv i\t.

a face of astonishment and once have been a bed of Iflowers or

ihat •waTthe matter. shrubs. The form of the bed was still

I'm ill—I'm Taint— I want air," she marked out by an oblong boundary of answered speaking thickly and con- weeds and rank grass. She followed it answered, .apeaKiiis irresolutely all round, looking up at the window at every step, then stopped close under it, .elancoa at the letter in her hand, and said to herself abruptly—

I' IS

4,Keys

If this paper should

She did not remain in it more than two or three minutes. When she came out again, her face was white with fear, and the hand which had held the letter when she went into tbe room, held nothing now but a small rusty key.

After locking tbe Jdoor again, she amined the large bunch of kqys which she had taken from tbe housekeeper's room, with closer attention than she bad yet bestowed upon tbem. Besides the ivbry label attached to the ring that connected them, there were smaller labels of parchment, tied to the bandies of some of the keys, to indicate the rooms to which they gare admission The particular key which she had used had one of these labels hanging to it. Sho held the little strip of parchment close to the light, and read on it, in written characters faded by time,

The Myrtle Rodin," Tbe room in which the letter was hidden had a name, t^en! A prettily sounding name that would attract most people, and keep pleasantly in their memories. A name to be distrusted by her, after what she had done, on that very account.

She took her housewife from its usual place in tbe pocket of her apron, and, with the scissors which it contained, cut tbe label from the key. Was it enough to destroy that one only? Sbe lost herself in a maze of useless conjecture and ended by cutting off the other labels, from no other motive than instinctive suspicion of tbem.

Carefully gathering up the etrips of parchment from the floor, she put tbem, along with tbe little rustv key which sbe had brought outof-the Myrtle Room in the

empty

IERRE 11A UTE SAT lTRl)/v E N i^:G A A11

I'll risk it!" As tho words fell from her Hps, She hastened back to the inhabited part of the house, followed the passage on the kitchen floor which led to the housekeeper's room, entered it and took down from a nail In the waU a bunch of keys, having a large ivory label attached to the ring that connected them, on which was inscribed,

breaking the'solonin engagement which she obliged me to make oefore her on her death bed. That engagement forbids me to destroy this letter, or to take it away with me if I leave the house I shall do neither—my purpose is to conceal it in the place, of all others, wli§re I think there is least chance of its ever being'found again. Any hardship or misfortune which may follow as a consequence of this deceitful proceeding on my part, will fall on tnysolf. Others, 1 believe on my conscience, will be the happier for tho hiding of the dreadlul secret which this letter contains."

She signed these lines with her name —pressed them hurriedly over the blotting pad that lay with the rest of the writing materials on the table—took the note in her hand, after first folding it up, and then, snatching at the bunch of keys, with a look all round her, as if she dreaded being secretly observed, left the room. All her actions since she had entered it, had been hasty and sudden she was evidently afraid of allowing herself one leisure moment to reflect.

On quitting the housekeeper's room she turned to the left, ascended aback staircase, and unlocked a door at the top of it. A cloud of dust flew all about her, as she softly opened the door a mouldy coolness made her shiver as she crossed a large stone hall, with some black old family portraits, the canvasses of which were bulging out of the frames, hanging on the walls. Ascending more stairs, sbe came upon a row of doors, all leading into rooms on the first floor of the north side of the house.

She knelt down, putting the letter on tbe boards beside her, opposite the keyhole of the first door she came to on reaching the top of the stairs, peered in distrustfully for an instant, then began to try the different keys till she found one that fitted the lock. Sbe had great difficulty in accomplishing this, from the violence of her agitation, which made her bands tremble to such a degree that she was hardly able to keep tbe keys separate one from the other. At length she succeeded in opening the door Thicker clouds of dust than she had yet met with flew out the moment the in terior of the room was visible a dry, airless, suffocating atmosphere almost choked her as she stooped to pick up the letter from the floor. She recoiled from it at first, and took a few steps back to ward the staircase. But she recovered her resolution immediately. "I can't go back now!'' she said, said desper ately, and entered the room.

lajLSfLin-

It a a

Mr k% »»ho iirrwpif to *in Tbe ha-•

with a sense of relief, the one sad alternative that remained—tho alternative of leaving tbe house immediately.

And how was sbe to leave it?. By giving formal warning, and so exposing herself to questions which would be sure to confuBe and terrify her? Oould sho venture to face her master again after what she had done—to fnco him, when bis first inquiries would refnr to her mistress, when he would be sure to ask her for the last mournful details, for the slightest word that had been spoken during tho death scene which aha alone had witnessed She started to her feet, as the certain consequences of submitting

herself

of the North

Rooms." She placed the keys on a writing table near her, took up a pen, and rapidly added these lines on tbe blank side of tho letter which she had written under her mistress's dictation

evor

be found

(which I pray with my whole heart it never may be), I wish to state that I have come to the resolution of hiding it, because 1 dare not show the writing that it contains to my master, to whom it is addressed. In doing what I now proposo to do, though I ani anting against liiv mistress's last wishes, I

la&t wishes, I am not

to'tbat unendurable trial all

crowded together warriingly on her mind, took her cloak from its place on the wall, and listened at the door in sudden suspicion and fear. Had she beard .ootsteps?

WHS

her master send

ing for her already No! all was silent outside. A* few tears rolled over her cheeks as she put on her hat and felt that she was facing.

in which the hiding of the secret had involved her. There was no help for it. She must run the risk of betraying everything, or bravo the double trial of leaving Porthgenna Tower, and leaving it secretly.

Secretly—as a thief might go? Secretly—without a word to her master without so much as one word ef writing to thank him for his kindness and ask his pardon She had unlocked her desk and had taken from it her purse, one or two letters, and a little book of Wesley's hymns, before these considerations occurred to her. They made her pause in tho net of shutting up the desk.

Shall I write?" fcbe asked herself "and leave the letter here, to be found after I am gone A little more reflection decided hor in the affirmative. As rapidly as her pen could form the letters, she wrote a few lines addressed to Captain Treverton, in which she confessed to having kept a secret from his knowledge which had been left in her charge to di' vulge adding, that she honestly believed no harm could come to him, or to any one in whom he was interested, by her failing to perform the duty intrusted to her and ended by asking his pardon for leaving the house secretly, and by begging as a last favor that no search might ever be made for her. Having sealed this short note and left it on her table, with her master's namo written outside, she listened again at the door and, alter satisfying herself that no one was yet stirring, began to descend the

stairs

at Porthgenna Tower for the last time. .. At the entrance of the passage leading to the nursery she stopped. Ttie tears which she had restrained since leaving her room began to flow again. Urgent as her reasons now were for effecting her departure without a moment's loss of time, she advanced, with the strangest inconsistency, a few steps toward the "nursery door. Before she had gone far a slight noise in the lower part of the house caught her ear and instantly checked her further progress. While she stood doubtful, the grief at her heart—a greater grief than any she bad yet betrayed—rose irresistibly to her lips

and

burst from them in one deep,

gasping sob. The sound of it seemed to terrify ner into a sense of the danger of her position if she delayed a moment longer. She ran out again to the stairs, reached the kitchen floor in safety, and made her escape by the garden door, which the servant bad opened for her at the dawn of the morning.

On getting clear of the premises at Porthgenna Tower, instead of taking tbe nearest path over tho moor that lea to tbe high road, she diverged to the church but stopped before she came to it, at the public well of the neighborhood, which had been sunk near the cottages of tbe Porthgenna fishermen. Cautiously looking round her, dropped into the well the little rusty key which sbe had brought out of the Myrtle Room then sbe hurried on and entered the church yard. She di rected her course straight to one ot the graves situated a little apart from the rest. On the head stone were inscribed these words:

SACKED TO THE MEMORY OF'

'"HUGH DOIVWHRAL, 1 AGED 26 YEAKS. ... HE MET WITH HIS DEATII THROUGH THE FAI.L OF A KOCK I

PORTHGENNA MINK, DECEMBER J7TH, 1623.

Gathering a few leaves of grass from the grave, Sarah opened the little book of Wesley's Hyuins which she had brought with her from the bedroom at Porthgenna Tower, and placed the leaves delicately ahd carefully between the pages. As she did this, the wind blew and —r-~* writteu in large, clumsy character: ,'Sarah Lee3on, her book. Tbe gift of Hugh' Polwheal."

jages. As she did this, the wind open the title page of the Hymns, displayed this luscrlpton on it,

Having secured the blades of grass between tbe pages of tbe book, she retraced her way toward tbe path leading to the high road. Arrived on the moor, sbe took out of her apron pocket the parchment labels that had been cut from the keys,and scattered tbem under the fursebusbes.

pocket of her aprou. Then,

carrying tbe large bunch of lteys in her hand, and carefully locking tho doors that she bad opened on. her way to the north side of I'orthgenna Tower, she rem.cod her steps to tbe housekeepers room, entered it without seeing any body, and hung up the bunch of keys again on tbe nsTl

Gone," she said, "as I am gone! God help and forgive tue, Jt is all done and over now J"

With these words she turned her back on the old house and the sea view below it, and followed the moorland path on her way to the high road.

Four hours afterward Captain Treverton desired one of the servants at Porthgenna Tower to inform Sarah Lecson that he wished to hear all she bad to tell him of the dying moments of her mistress. The messenger returned with looks and words of amaaement, and with tbe

letter

hours wore

clew

that Sarah had addressed to ber

master in bis hand. The moment Captain Treverton had read tbe letter, be ordered an immediate search to be made after the missing wo man. She was no easy to describe and to recognise, by the premature grayness of ber bair, by tbe odd, scared look in ber eyes, and by her habit of constantly talking to herself, that she wits traced w'.tb certainty as Iter as Truro. In that large town tbe track of ber was lost and never recovered again. Rewards were offered tbe magistrates of tbe district were interested In tbe ease all that wealth and power oould do to discover her was done—Mid don® in

hor whereabout*, or tohelpln the slight* est degree toward explaining: the nature of the

secret

at which she had hinted In

ber letter.

She

was not seen again,

heard of again, at Porthgenna Tower, after the morning of the twenty-third of August, eighteen hundred and twentynine Tills narrative will be continued in The Saturday Evening Mall, of September 80. It "HI1)0 found of absorbing Interest to the end. It is acknowledged the best work of Wllkie Collins who is oertainlyoneof tbe most popular of living novelists, for no writer of (lotion better understands the art of story telling he does, lie has the faculty of the mvfctery of a plot exciting v, curn '*u v.an other passions,

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