The Maroon Part 75

A SPY IN AMBUSH.

You have seen a proud bird, whose wing has been broken by the fatal bullet, drop helpless to the earth?

So fell the heart of Judith Jessuron from the high confidence that but the moment before had been buoying it up.

The sight of Kate Vaughan coming up the mountain path at once robbed it of exultation--even of contentment.

What errand could the young Creole have up there, unless that of an a.s.signation? And with whom, but the man who was so mysteriously missing?

Her surrept.i.tious departure from the dwelling--the time chosen, when Smythje was out of the way--her quick gait and backward glances as she stole through the shrubbery: all indicated a fear of being seen and followed.

And why should she fear either, if bent upon an ordinary errand? Mr Smythje was not her father, nor, as yet, her husband. Why should she care to conceal her intentions from him: unless indeed they were clandestine, and pointing to that very purpose which the jealous Jewess had conjectured--a rendezvous with Herbert Vaughan?

Judith felt convinced of it--so fully that, as soon as she saw the young Creole fairly started up the sloping path, she glided to the rear edge of the platform, and looked down, expecting to see the other party to the a.s.signation.

True, she saw no one; but this did little to still the agitation now vibrating through every nerve of her body. _He_ was not in sight, but that signified not. Perhaps he was at that moment within hearing, and might be seen, but for the forest screen that covered the _facade_ of the mountain?

Where was it their design to meet? Where had they named their appointment?

Judith did not doubt that there was design--jealousy did not stay to ask the question. She was convinced that an arrangement had been made, and on that very morning. What else could be the meaning of the double message? First, to demand a meeting; secondly to appoint the place.

Yes, that would explain the repet.i.tion of those footmarks--that had gone twice to and fro.

What spot had they chosen for the scene of their clandestine encounter?

A sudden apprehension seized upon the spy. She might lose sight of them; and then they would enjoy their meeting in secret and uninterrupted. By Heavens, that must not be! Her spirit, now roused to the extreme pitch of jealousy, cared not for consequences. End as the scene might, she was resolved on its interruption.

The only chance of discovering the place of a.s.signation would be to keep Kate Vaughan in sight. Perhaps Herbert was already there waiting for her? He would be there. The lover is always first upon the ground!

Obedient to this thought, the Jewess rushed back across the platform; and once more directed her glance down the mountain.

She saw what she looked for: the snow-white snood, easily distinguishable among the dark-green foliage--now hidden as the wearer walked under the tall trees--again appearing at the open angles where the road zigzagged.

Most of the path could be seen from the summit of the rock: for, although rarely used, it had once been cleared by the axe, and formed an open tract through the timber, narrow, but perceptible from above.

Judith, still marking the movements of the kerchief, swept the path with her glance and her gla.s.s--up to the point where it reached the base of the rock and ran round to the rear. Repeatedly she scanned the track, far in advance of the climber, expecting to see some one appear--Herbert Vaughan, of course.

If aught showed among the trees--a bird fluttering in the foliage, frayed by the approach of the gentle intruder--the heart of the jealous Jewess experienced a fresh spasm of pain. Though certain she was soon to see it, she dreaded to behold the first blush of that clandestine encounter. To see them come together, perhaps rush into each other's arms, their lips meeting in the kiss of mutual love--oh, agony unendurable!

As she surmised the scene before her fancy, for a moment her proud spirit shrank, quailed, and cowed within her, and her form of bold, n.o.ble development shook like a fragile reed.

Up the steep, with springy step, climbed the young Creole, lightly as a bird upon the wing, unconscious that she was observed, and, of all others, by the rival she had most reason to dread.

After completing the numerous windings of the path, she at length arrived within some twenty paces of the rock--where the road turned round to the rear. She knew the way; and, without pausing, kept on till she stood within the _embouchure_ of the sloping ravine.

Up to this point the Jewess had marked her every movement, watching her along the way. Not without some surprise had she perceived her intention to climb the Jumbe Rock--which by the direction she had taken was now evident.

The surprise soon pa.s.sed, however, with a quick reflection. The summit of the rock--that place already hallowed by a love scene--was the spot chosen for the meeting!

On discovering Kate's determination to ascend the rock, which she had now divined by seeing her pa.s.s round to the rear, the Jewess stayed no longer upon the platform. That would have necessarily led to an encounter between the two. Not that Judith would have shunned it, however awkward, however _contra-tiempo_.

It was not from any feeling of delicacy that she determined on leaving the place; on the contrary, the action that followed betrayed a motive of a very opposite character.

Just where the ravine debouched upward on the platform, a lateral cleft opened to one side. Its bottom was but a few feet below the summit level; covered with a thick growth of evergreen bushes, whose tops, rising to an equal height with the table above, completely filled the hollow with their dense frondage.

The quick eye of Judith Jessuron at once detected the convenience of this covert. There concealed, she could see without being seen. From under the grim shadow of those dark evergreens, she could behold what was like enough to wring her heart: though she was now reckless of the result.

Watching her opportunity--when the eyes of the young Creole were turned downwards--she glided into the lateral ravine, and concealed herself behind the curtain of leaves. Cowering within the covert, she awaited the ascent of her rival.

Amidst the tumult of her emotions, there was no chance to reason calmly.

Suspicion of Herbert's perfidy--for it is not to be denied that the young man had shown her attentions, or, at all events, had pa.s.sively permitted her to think so--suspicion of his faithlessness had now become certainty. There could be no mistake about the intended meeting between him and his cousin--at least, so Judith, blinded by her pa.s.sions, believed.

There was Kate coming upon the ground, and Herbert--he would soon be after! Strange, he had not arrived first! But that had not much significance. He could not be far off; and, no doubt, would be there in good time--perhaps, overtake his sweetheart ere she could reach the summit of the rock?

Thus ran the reflections of the rival.

She listened for Herbert's voice--expecting every moment to hear him hailing from below.

She cast listless glances down the ravine, in the belief she should presently see him following frantically upon the footsteps of his cousin, and chiding himself for not being foremost at the tryst.

Volume Three, Chapter XIV.

A FELL PURPOSE DEFEATED.

Judith had as yet traced out no definite plan of action--trusting to circ.u.mstances to suggest what course she should pursue.

Only on one thing had she come to a determination--to permit both to pa.s.s up on the rock before showing herself.

She resolved, as long as possible, to restrain her instinct of revenge.

She would see them meet--be witness of their mutual endearments--be sure of it; and then would be her time to launch forth into the full torrent of recrimination.

Something of this kind was the course she had shaped out for herself-- still but vaguely, still dependent on chance.

The young Creole, little suspecting the proximity of her spiteful rival, ascended the ravine--close pa.s.sing the spot where the latter was concealed. Altogether unconscious of being observed, she stepped lightly upon the platform; and, crossing over, stopped near the opposite edge--precisely upon the spot where she had stood during the eclipse, hallowed by such sweet remembrance.

Undoing the slight knot that had confined the kerchief under her chin, and holding it in both hands, so as to shade her eyes from the sun, she stood for some time gazing into the valley below--not the one where lay the mansion of her father, but that in which dwelt a relative still dearer. As before, her eyes were bent upon the penn--that sombre pile which, despite the dim shadows that surrounded it, seemed to her the brightest spot upon the earth. The sun in the sky above was nothing in brightness to the light that circled there--the light of Herbert's love.

What would she not have given to have lived in that light? What to have been that favourite who now basked in it?

"Would that I could see him once again," she murmured, "before that hour when we must meet no more: for then even the thought would be a crime!

If I could only see him once--only speak with him, I feel as if I should tell him all. Though he cannot love me, I am sure he would pity me.

Even that, it seems to me, would soothe--it could not cure. Oh! why did he, upon this very spot--why those glances I can never forget? I can see them now--his eyes as they were then, gazing into mine, as if something pa.s.sed between us--something that sank into the very depths of my soul. Oh! Herbert! why did you so regard me? But for that it might have pa.s.sed. But now--never! Ah, Herbert! Herbert!"

In her anguish the young Creole p.r.o.nounced the last words aloud.

Only the name was heard by Judith Jessuron; but they fell upon her ear with fearful effect, piercing through her heart like a poisoned arrow.

If she had any doubts about the purpose of Kate's presence, that word had decided them. The Creole had now declared it with her own tongue!