Frontier Stories Part 11
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"I hope you will believe," she began, "that the few questions I have to ask you are to satisfy my own heart, and for no other purpose." She smiled sadly as she went on. "Had it been otherwise, I should have inst.i.tuted a legal inquiry, and left this interview to some one cooler, calmer, and less interested than myself. But I think, I _know_ I can trust you. Perhaps we women are weak and foolish to talk of an _instinct_, and when you know my story you may have reason to believe that but little dependence can be placed on _that_; but I am not wrong in saying,--am I?" (with a sad smile) "that _you_ are not above that weakness?" She paused, closed her lips tightly, and grasped her hands before her. "You say you found that ring in the road some three months before--the--the--you know what I mean--the body--was discovered?"
"Yes."
"You thought it might have been dropped by some one in pa.s.sing?"
"I thought so, yes--it belonged to no one in the camp."
"Before your cabin or on the highway?"
"Before my cabin."
"You are _sure_?" There was something so very sweet and sad in her smile that it oddly made Ca.s.s color.
"But my cabin is near the road," he suggested.
"I see! And there was nothing else; no paper nor envelope?"
"Nothing."
"And you kept it because of the odd resemblance one of the names bore to yours?"
"Yes."
"For no other reason?"
"None." Yet Ca.s.s felt he was blus.h.i.+ng.
"You'll forgive my repeating a question you have already answered, but I am _so_ anxious. There was some attempt to prove at the inquest that the ring had been found on the body of--the unfortunate man. But you tell me it was not so?"
"I can swear it."
"Good G.o.d--the traitor!" She took a hurried step forward, turned to the window, and then came back to Ca.s.s with a voice broken with emotion. "I have told you I could trust you. That ring was mine!"
She stopped, and then went on hurriedly. "Years ago I gave it to a man who deceived and wronged me; a man whose life since then has been a shame and disgrace to all who knew him; a man who, once a gentleman, sank so low as to become the a.s.sociate of thieves and ruffians; sank so low, that when he died, by violence--a traitor even to them--his own confederates shrunk from him, and left him to fill a nameless grave.
That man's body you found!"
Ca.s.s started. "And his name was----?"
"Part of your surname. Ca.s.s--Henry Ca.s.s."
"You see why Providence seems to have brought that ring to you," she went on. "But you ask me why, knowing this, I am so eager to know if the ring was found by you in the road, or if it were found on his body.
Listen! It is part of my mortification that the story goes that this man once showed this ring, boasted of it, staked, and lost it at a gambling table to one of his vile comrades."
"Kanaka Joe," said Ca.s.s, overcome by a vivid recollection of Joe's merriment at the trial.
"The same. Don't you see," she said, hurriedly, "if the ring had been found on him I could believe that somewhere in his heart he still kept respect for the woman he had wronged. I am a woman--a foolish woman, I know--but you have crushed that hope forever."
"But why have you sent for me?" asked Ca.s.s, touched by her emotion.
"To know it for certain," she said, almost fiercely. "Can you not understand that a woman like me must know a thing once and forever? But you _can_ help me. I did not send for you only to pour my wrongs in your ears. You must take me with you to this place--to the spot where you found the ring--to the spot where you found the body--to the spot where--where _he_ lies. You must do it secretly, that none shall know me."
Ca.s.s hesitated. He was thinking of his companions and the collapse of their painted bubble. How could he keep the secret from them?
"If it is money, you need, let not that stop you. I have no right to your time without recompense. Do not misunderstand me. There has been a thousand dollars awaiting my order at Bookham's when the ring should be delivered. It shall be doubled if you help me in this last moment."
It was possible. He could convey her safely there, invent some story of a reward delayed for want of proofs, and afterward share that reward with his friends. He answered promptly, "I will take you there."
She took his hands in both of hers, raised them to her lips, and smiled. The shadow of grief and restraint seemed to have fallen from her face, and a half mischievous, half coquettish gleam in her dark eyes touched the susceptible Ca.s.s in so subtle a fas.h.i.+on that he regained the street in some confusion. He wondered what Miss Porter would have thought. But was he not returning to her, a fortunate man, with one thousand dollars in his pocket! Why should he remember he was handicapped by a pretty woman and a pathetic episode? It did not make the proximity less pleasant as he helped her into the coach that evening, nor did the recollection of another ride with another woman obtrude itself upon those consolations which he felt it his duty, from time to time, to offer. It was arranged that he should leave her at the "Red Chief" Hotel, while he continued on to Blazing Star, returning at noon to bring her with him when he could do it without exposing her to recognition. The gray dawn came soon enough, and the coach drew up at "Red Chief" while the lights in the bar-room and dining-room of the hotel were still struggling with the far flus.h.i.+ng east. Ca.s.s alighted, placed Miss Mortimer in the hands of the landlady, and returned to the vehicle. It was still musty, close, and frowzy, with half awakened pa.s.sengers. There was a vacated seat on the top, which Ca.s.s climbed up to, and abstractedly threw himself beside a figure m.u.f.fled in shawls and rugs. There was a slight movement among the mult.i.tudinous enwrappings, and then the figure turned to him and said dryly, "Good morning!" It was Miss Porter!
"Have you been long here?" he stammered.
"All night."
He would have given worlds to leave her at that moment. He would have jumped from the starting coach to save himself any explanation of the embarra.s.sment he was furiously conscious of showing, without, as he believed, any adequate cause. And yet, like all inexperienced, sensitive men, he dashed blindly into that explanation; worse, he even told his secret at once, then and there, and then sat abashed and conscience-stricken, with an added sense of its utter futility.
"And this," summed up the young girl, with a slight shrug of her pretty shoulders, "is _your May_?"
Ca.s.s would have recommenced his story.
"No, don't, pray! It isn't interesting, nor original. Do _you_ believe it?"
"I do," said Ca.s.s, indignantly.
"How lucky! Then let me go to sleep."
Ca.s.s, still furious, but uneasy, did not again address her. When the coach stopped at Blazing Star she asked him, indifferently: "When does this sentimental pilgrimage begin?"
"I return for her at one o'clock," replied Ca.s.s, stiffly. He kept his word. He appeased his eager companions with a promise of future fortune, and exhibited the present and tangible reward. By a circuitous route known only to himself, he led Miss Mortimer to the road before the cabin. There was a pink flush of excitement on her somewhat faded cheek.
"And it was here?" she asked, eagerly.
"I found it here."
"And the body?"
"That was afterward. Over in that direction, beyond the clump of buckeyes, on the Red Chief turnpike."
"And any one coming from the road we left just now and going to--to--that place, would have to cross just here? Tell me," she said, with a strange laugh, laying her cold nervous hand on his, "wouldn't they?"
"They would."
"Let us go to that place."
Ca.s.s stepped out briskly to avoid observation and gain the woods beyond the highway. "You have crossed here before," she said. "There seems to be a trail."
"I may have made it: it's a short cut to the buckeyes."
"You never found anything else on the trail?"
Frontier Stories Part 11
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