In Luck at Last Part 32
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"It is a lie!" he cried, starting; "it is an infernal lie!"
"Iris," said Arnold, "lift your veil, my dear. Mr. Farrar, who is this young lady? Look upon this face, Clara."
"This is the daughter of Claude Deseret," said Mr. Farrar, "if she is the daughter of the man who married Alice Emblem, and went by the name of Aglen."
Clara turned a terrified face to Arnold.
"Arnold, help me!"
"Whose face is this?" he repeated.
"It is--good Heavens!--it is the face of your portrait. It is Claude's face again. They are his very eyes--" She covered her face with her hands. "Oh, Arnold, what is it! Who is this other?"
"This other lady, Clara, is a Music-Hall Singer, who calls herself Carlotta Claridane, wife of this man, who is not an American at all, but the grandson of Mr. Emblem, the bookseller, and therefore cousin of Iris. It is he who robbed his grandfather of the papers which you have in your possession, Clara. And this is an audacious conspiracy, which we have been so fortunate as to unearth and detect, step by step."
"Oh, can such wickedness be?" said Clara; "and in my house, too?"
"Joe," said Lotty, "the game is up. I knew it wouldn't last."
"Let them prove it," said Joe; "let them prove it. I defy you to prove it."
"Don't be a fool, Joe," said his wife. "Remember," she whispered, "you've got a pocketful of money. Let us go peaceably."
"As for you, n.i.g.g.e.r," said Joe, "I'll break every bone in your body."
"Not here," said Arnold; "there will be no breaking of bones in this house."
Lotty began to laugh.
"The gentle blood always shows itself, doesn't it?" she said. "I've got the real instincts of a lady, haven't I? Oh, it was beautiful while it lasted. And every day more and more like my father."
"Arnold," cried poor Clara, crushed, "help me!"
"Come," said Arnold, "you had better go at once."
"I won't laugh at you," said Lotty. "It's a shame, and you're a good old thing. But it did me good, it really did, to hear all about the gentle blood. Come, Joe. Let us go away quietly."
She took her husband's arm. Joe was standing sullen and desperate. Mr.
Chalker was right. It wanted very little more to make him fall upon the whole party, and go off with a fight.
"Young woman," said Lala Roy, "you had better not go outside the house with the man. It will be well for you to wait until he has gone."
"Why? He is my husband, whatever we have done, and I'm not ashamed of him."
"Is he your husband? Ask him what I meant when I said his home was at Shadwell."
"Come, Lotty," said Joe, with a curious change of manner. "Let us go at once."
"Wait," Lala repeated. "Wait, young woman, let him go first.
Pray--pray let him go first."
"Why should I wait? I go with my husband."
"I thought to save you from shame. But if you will go with him, ask him again why his home is at Shadwell, and why he left his wife."
Lotty sprung upon her husband, and caught his wrists with both hands.
"Joe, what does he mean? Tell me he is a liar."
"That would be useless," said Lala Roy. "Because a very few minutes will prove the contrary. Better, however, that he should go to prison for marrying two wives than for robbing his grandfather's safe."
"It's a lie!" Joe repeated, looking as dangerous as a wild boar brought to bay.
"There was a Joseph Gallop, formerly a.s.sistant purser in the service of the Peninsular and Oriental Steam Navigation Company," continued the man of fate, "who married, nine months ago, a certain widow at Shadwell. He was turned out of the service, and he married her because she had a prosperous lodging-house."
"Oh--h!" cried Lotty. "You villain! You thought to live upon my earnings, did you? You put me up to pretend to be somebody else. Miss Holland"--she fell upon her knees, literally and simply, and without any theatrical pretense at all--"forgive me! I am properly punished.
Oh, he is made of lies! He told me that the real Iris was dead and buried, and he was the rightful heir; and as for you"--she sprung to her feet and turned upon her husband--"I know it is true. I know it is true--I can see it within your guilty eyes."
"If you have any doubt," said Lala, "here is a copy of the marriage-certificate."
She took it, read it, and put it in her pocket. Then she went out of the room without another word, but with rage and revenge in her eyes.
Joseph followed her, saying no more. He had lost more than he thought to lose. But there was still time to escape, and he had most of the money in his pocket.
But another surprise awaited him.
The lady from Shadwell, in fact, was waiting for him outside the door.
With her were a few Shadwell friends, of the seafaring profession, come to see fair play. It was a disgraceful episode in the history of Chester Square. After five minutes or so, during which no welsher on a race-course was ever more hardly used, two policemen interfered to rescue the man of two wives, and there was a procession all the way to the police-court, where, after several charges of a.s.sault had been preferred and proved against half a dozen mariners, Joseph was himself charged with bigamy, both wives giving evidence, and committed for trial.
His old friend, Mr. David Chalker, one is sorry to add, refused to give bail, so that he remained in custody, and will now endure hardness for a somewhat lengthened period.
"Clara," said Arnold, "Iris will stay with you, if you ask her. We shall not marry, my dear, without your permission. I have promised that already, have I not?"
THE END.
A YACHTSMAN'S YARN.
"I've knocked off the sea now for some years, but I was yachting along with all sorts of gentlemen and in all sorts of craft, from three to one hundred and twenty tons, ever since the top of my head was no higher than your knee; and as boy, man, and master, I'll allow there's no one who has seen much more than I have. Yet, spite of that, I can recall but one extraordinary circ.u.mstance. Daresay when I've told it you, you won't believe it; but I sha'n't be able to help that. Truth's truth, no consequence how sing'lar its appearance may be; and so now to begin.
"No matter the port, no matter the yacht's name, no matter her owner's calling, no matter nothing. Terms and dates and the like shall be imaginary, and so let the vessel be a schooner of one hundred tons called the 'Evangeline,' and her owner Mr. Robinson, and me, who was captain of her, Jacob Williams. This'll furnish a creep you may go on sweeping with till Doomsday without raising what's dead and gone, though not forgotten, mind ye, from the bottom. Well, for a whole fortnight had the 'Evangeline' been moored in a snug berth alongside a pier wall. The English Channel was wide there, and it didn't need much sailing to find the Atlantic Ocean. I began to think all cruising was to come to an end; for Mr. Robinson was a man fond of keeping the sea, and I had never found a fortnight's lying by to his taste at all. But matters explained themselves after I'd seen him two or three times walking about with a very fine-looking female party. Mr. Robinson was a bachelor, his age I dare say about forty, with handsome whiskers, and one of those voices that show breeding in a man; ay, and the humblest ear that hears 'em recognizes them. I didn't take much notice of _her_, though I reckoned her large black eyes the beautifullest I had ever beheld in a female countenance. She seemed young--not more than eight-and-twenty--with what they call a fine figure, though, speaking for myself, I never had much opinion of small waists. Give me _bong poine_, as my old master, Sir Arthur Jones, used to say; and he ought to have known, for he had been studying female beauty for eighty year, and died, I reckon, of it.
"I considered it to be a case of courting, for she was a lady; there was no mistaking that; she held her head up like one, and dressed as real ladies do, expensively but plainly--ay, old Jacob knows; he didn't go yachting for years for nothing. But it wasn't for me to form opinions. My berth was an easy one--just a sprawl all day long with a pipe in my mouth, and a good night's rest to follow; and that was all it was my duty to think about.
"Well, one afternoon Mr. Robinson comes aboard alone, and says to me, 'Williams, at what hour will the tide serve to-morrow night?'
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