A Terrible Temptation: A Story of To-Day Part 96
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Said Richard Ba.s.sett, "I have a cupboard containing family plate. It is valuable, and some years ago I pa.s.sed a piece of catgut from the door through the ceiling to a bell at my bedside.
"Very late last night the bell sounded. I flung on my trousers, and went down with a pistol. I caught two burglars in the act of rifling the cupboard. I went to collar one; he struck me on the head with a crowbar--constable, show the crowbar--I staggered, but recovered myself, and fired at one of the burglars: he was just struggling through the window. He fell, and I thought he was dead, but he got away. I secured the other, and here he is--just as he was when I took him. Constable, search his pockets."
The constable did so, and produced therefrom several pieces of silver plate stamped with the Ba.s.sett arms.
"My servant here can confirm this," added Mr. Ba.s.sett.
"It is not necessary here," said Sir Charles. Then to the criminal, "Have you anything to say?"
"It was only a lark," quavered the poor wretch.
"I would not advise you to say that where you are going."
He then, while writing out the warrant, said, as a matter of course, "Remove his mask."
The constable lifted it, and started back with a shout of dismay and surprise: Jessie screamed.
Sir Charles looked up, and saw in the burglar he was committing for trial his first-born, the heir to his house and his lands.
The pen fell from Sir Charles's fingers, and he stared at the wan face, and wild, imploring eyes that stared at him.
He stared at the lad, and then put his hand to his heart, and that heart seemed to die within him.
There was a silence, and a horror fell on all. Even Richard Ba.s.sett quailed at what he had done.
"Ah! cruel man! cruel man!" moaned the broken father. "G.o.d judge you for this--as now I must judge my unhappy son. Mr. Ba.s.sett, it matters little to you what magistrate commits you, and I must keep my oath. I am--going--to set you an--example, by signing a warrant--"
"No, no, no!" cried a woman's voice, and Mary Meyrick rushed into the room.
Every person there thought he knew Mary Meyrick; yet she was like a stranger to them now. There was that in her heart at that awful moment which transfigured a handsome but vulgar woman into a superior being.
Her cheek was pale, her black eyes large, and her mellow voice had a magic power. "You don't know what you are doing!" she cried. "Go no farther, or you will all curse the hand that harmed a hair of his head; you, most of all, Richard Ba.s.sett."
Sir Charles, in any other case, would have sent her out of the room; but, in his misery, he caught at the straw.
"Speak out, woman," he said, "and save the wretched boy, if you can. I see no way."
"There are things it is not fit to speak before all the world. Bid those men go, and I'll open your eyes that stay."
Then Richard Ba.s.sett foresaw another triumph, so he told the constable and his man they had better retire for a few minutes, "while," said he, with a sneer, "these wonderful revelations are being made."
When they were gone, Mary turned to Richard Ba.s.sett, and said "Why do you want him sent to prison?--to spite Sir Charles here, to stab his heart through his son."
Sir Charles groaned aloud.
The woman heard, and thought of many things. She flung herself on her knees, and seized his hand. "Don't you cry, my dear old master; mine is the only heart shall bleed. HE IS NOT YOUR SON."
"What!" cried Sir Charles, in a terrible voice.
"That is no news to me," said Richard. "He is more like the parson than Sir Charles Ba.s.sett."
"For shame! for shame!" cried Mary Meyrick. "Oh, it becomes you to give fathers to children when you don't know your own flesh and blood! He is YOUR SON, RICHARD Ba.s.sETT."
_"My_ son!" roared Ba.s.sett, in utter amazement.
"Ay. I should know; FOR I AM HIS MOTHER."
This astounding statement was uttered with all the majesty of truth, and when she said "I am his mother," the voice turned tender all in a moment.
They were all paralyzed; and, absorbed in this strange revelation, did not hear a tottering footstep: a woman, pale as a corpse, and with eyes glaring large, stood among them, all in a moment, as if a ghost had risen from the earth.
It was Lady Ba.s.sett.
At sight of her, Sir Charles awoke from the confusion and amazement into which Mary had thrown him, and said, "Ah--! Bella, do you hear what she says, that he is not our son? What, then, have you agreed with your servant to deceive your husband?"
Lady Ba.s.sett gasped, and tried to speak; but before the words would come, the sight of her corpse-like face and miserable agony moved Mary Wells, and she s.n.a.t.c.hed the words out of her mouth.
"What is the use of questioning _her?_ She knows no more than you do. I done it all; and done it for the best. My lady's child died; I hid that from her; for I knew it would kill her, and keep you in a mad-house. I done for the best: I put my live child by her side, and she knew no better. As time went on, and the boy so dark, she suspected; but know it she couldn't till now. My lady, I am his mother, and there stands his cruel father; cruel to me, and cruel to him. But don't you dare to harm him; I've got all your letters, promising me marriage; I'll take them to your wife and daughter, and they shall know it is your own flesh and blood you are sending to prison. Oh, I am mad to threaten him! my darling, speak him fair; he is your father; he may have a bit of nature in his heart somewhere, though I could never find it."
The young man put his hands together, like an Oriental, and said, "Forgive me," then sank at Richard Ba.s.sett's knees.
Then Sir Charles, himself much shaken, took his wife's arm and led her, trembling like an aspen leaf, from the room.
Perhaps the prayers of Reginald and the tears of his mother would alone have sufficed to soften Richard Ba.s.sett, but the threat of exposure to his wife and daughter did no harm. The three soon came to terms.
Reginald to be liberated on condition of going to London by the next train, and never setting his foot in that parish again. His mother to go with him, and see him off to Australia. She solemnly pledged herself not to reveal the boy's real parentage to any other soul in the world.
This being settled, Richard Ba.s.sett called the constable in, and said the young gentleman had satisfied him that it was a practical joke, though a very dangerous one, and he withdrew the charge of felony.
The constable said he must have Sir Charles's authority for that.
A message was sent to Sir Charles. He came. The prisoner was released, and Mary Meyrick took his arm sharply, as much as to say, "Out of my hands you go no more."
Before they left the room, Sir Charles, who was now master of himself, said, with deep feeling, "My poor boy, you can never be a stranger to me. The affection of years cannot be untied in a moment. You see now how folly glides into crime, and crime into punishment. Take this to heart, and never again stray from the paths of honor. Lead an honorable life; and, if you do, write to me as if I was still your father."
They retired, but Richard Ba.s.sett lingered, and hung his head.
Sir Charles wondered what this inveterate foe could have to say now.
At last Richard said, half sullenly, yet with a touch of compunction, "Sir Charles, you have been more generous than I was. You have laid me under an obligation."
Sir Charles bowed loftily.
"You would double that obligation if you would prevail on Lady Ba.s.sett to keep that old folly of mine secret from my wife and daughter. I am truly ashamed of it; and, whatever my faults may have been, they love and respect me."
"Mr. Ba.s.sett," said Sir Charles, "my son Compton must be told that he is my heir; but no details injurious to you shall transpire: you may count on absolute secrecy from Lady Ba.s.sett and myself."
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