ISHMAEL: OR IN THE DEPTHS.

Te Aroha News, Volume VII, Issue 483, 25 June 1890, Page 6

ISHMAEL: OR IN THE DEPTHS.

BY MRS EMMA D. E. N. SOUTHWORTH,

Author of “Self-Raised,” “Fair Play" “The Missing Bride,” “A Noble Lord,” “How He Won Her,” “The Prince of Darkness,’ “Tried for Her J Life.” Etc., Etc. j CHAPTER LXV. jshmael’s woe. And with another’s crime, my birth She taunted me as little worth. _ Because, forsooth, I could not claim The lawful heirship of my name : Yet were a few' short summers mine, My name should more than ever shine With honours all my own !—Byron. Ishmael sat in the shadows of his room overwhelmed with shame and sorrow and despair. He had hoard every cruel word ~ they had entered his ears and pierced his heart! And not only for hjmself he bowed his head and sorrowed and despaired, but for her ! for her ! proud, selfish, sinful, but loving, and oh ! how fatally beloved ! It was not only that he worshipped her with a blind idolatry, and knew that she returned his passion with equal strength and fervour, and that ahe would have waited for him long years, and married him at last but for the _ cloud upon his birth. It was nob this—not his own misery that crushed him, nor even her present wretchedness that prostrated him—no! bub it was the awful, shapeless shadow of some infinite unutterable woe in Claudia’s future, and into which she was blindly rushing, that overwhelmed him. Oh ! to have saved her from this, woe, he would gladly have laid down his life. The door opened, and Jim, his especial waiter, entered with two lighted candles on a tray. He set them on the table and was leaving the room, when Ishmael recalled him. What I am about to relate is a trifle perhaps, but it will servo to show the perfect beauty of that nature which, m the midst of its own great sorrow, could think of the small wants of another. ‘Jim, you asked me this morning to write a letter for you, to your mother, I think.’ , , * Yes, Master Ishmael, I thank you, sir ; whenever you is at leisure, sir, w'ith nothing to do; which I wouldn’t presume to be in a hurry, sir, nor likewise onconvenience you the least in the world.’ ‘lt will nob inconvenience me, Jim; it will give me pleasure, whenever you can spare me half-an-hour,’ replied Ishmael, speaking with as much courtesy to the poor dependant as he would have used in addressing his wealthiest patron. ‘ Well, Master Ishmael, which I ought .to say Mr Worth, and I beg your pardon, sir, only it is the old love as makes mo forget myself, and call vou what I used to in the old days, because Mr Worth do seem to leave me so far away from you, sir ‘Call me what you please, Jim, we are old friends,and I love my old friends better than any new distinctions that could come between us, bub which I will never allow to separate us. What were you about to say, Jim ?’ ‘Well, Master Ishmael, and I thank you sincere, sir, for letting of me call you so, I was agoing for to say, as I could be at your orders any time, even now, if it would suit you, sir ; because I have lighted up all my rooms and set my table for dinner which is put back an hour because of Master Walter, who is expected by the six o’clock train this evening; and Sam is waiting in the hall and I ain’t gob anything very partic’lar to do for the next hour or 80, ‘Very well, Jim, sit down in that chair and tell me what you want me to write,’ said Ishmael, seating himself before his desk and dipping his pen in ink. Yes, it was a small matter in itself ; bub it was characteristic of the man, thus to put aside his own poignant anguish to interest himself in the welfare of the humblest creature who invoked his aid. ‘Now then, Jim.’ ‘Well, Master Ishmael,’ said the poor fellow. ‘ You know what to say a heap better’n I do. Write it beautiful, please. ‘Tell me what is in your heart, Jim, and then I will do the best I can,’ said Ishmael, who possessed the rare gift of drawing out from others the best that was in their thoughts. ‘ Well, sir, I thinks a heap o my poor ole mother, I does; ’membering how she did for me when I was a boy and wondering if anybody does for her now, and if she is comfortable down there at Tanglewood. And I want her to know it; and not to be a-thinking as I forgets her.’ Ishmael wrote rapidly for a few moments and then looked up.. ‘ What elee, Jim ?’ ‘Well, sir, tell her as I have saved a heap of money for her out’n the presents the gemmen made me o’ Christmas, and I’ll bring it to her when I come down—which the ole ’oman do love money, sir, better than she do anything in this world, ’cept it is me and old marster and Miss Claudia. And likewise what she wants me to bring her from town, and whether she would like a red gownd or a.yallow one. Ishmael set down this and looked up.

‘Weil, Jim?’ «Well, sir, tell her how she ain b got no call to be anxious, nor likewise’stressed in her mind, nor lay ’wake o’ nights, thinking ’bout me, fear I should heave myself 'way, marrying of these yer trifling city gals as don’t know a spinning wheel from a harrow ! And how I ain’t seen nobody yet as I like bebter’n my ole mother and the young lady of colour as she knows’bout and proves of ; which, sir, it ain’t nobody else but your own respected aunt, Miss Hannah s Miss Sally, as lives at Woodside.’ «I have put all that down, Jim.’ ‘ Well, sir, and about the grand wedding as is to be to-morrow, sir ; and how the Bishop of Maryland is going to ’form the ceremony; and how the happy pair be going to go on a grand tower and then gcing to visit Tanglewood afore they parts for the old country ; and how she will see a rale, livin’ lord as she’ll be ’stonished to see look so like any other man; and last ways how Miss Claudia do talk about taking me and Miss Sally along of her to foreign parts, because she prefers to be waited on by coloured ladies and gentlemen 'fore white ones ; and likewise how I would wish to go and see the world, only I won’t go, nor likewise would Miss Claudia wish to take me, if the ole ’oman wishes otherwise.’ Ishmael wrote and then looked up. Poor Jim, absorbed in his own affairs, did not notice how pale the writer’s face had grown, or suspect how often during the last few minutes he had stabbed him to the heart. * Well, sir, that is about all, I think, Master Ishmael. Only, please, sir, put it all down in your beautiful language as makes the ladies cry when you gets up and speaks afore the great judges theirselves.’ 4 * I will do my best, J im.’ •Thank you, sir. And please sign my name to it, nob yourn— my name—James Madison Monroe Mortimer.’ •Yes, Jim.’

* And please direct it to Mistress j Catherine Maria Mortimer, most in general i called by friends, aunt Katie, as is house- j keeper at Tanglewood.’ Ishmael complied with his requests as far as discretion permitted. * And now, sir, please read it all out aloud to me, so I can hear how it sound. Ishmael complied with this request also, and read the letter aloud, to the immense delight of Jim, who earnestly expressed his approbatian in the emphatic words : ‘Now—that—is —beautiful! Thank y, sir ! That is eqal to anything as ever I heard oub’n the pulpit; and sides which, sir, it is all true —true as Gospel, sir it is just what I wants to say, only I ain’t got the words. Won’t mother bo proud o that letter nybher? Why, laws, the ole ’oman ’ll get the minister to read that letter ! And then she’ll make everybody as comes to the house as can read, read it over and over again for the pride she takes in it, till she’ll sairly know it all by heart,’ etc., etc* etc* For Jim went on talking and smiling and covering the writer all over with gratitude and affection until he was interrupted by the stopping of a carriage, the ringing of a door bell arid the sound of a sudden arrival.

‘ There’s Master Walter Middleton now, as sure as the world ! I must run ! Dinner 11 be pub on the table, soon’s ever lie’s changed his dress ! I’m a thousand times obleeged to you, sir, I am, indeed, everlastingly obleeged. I wish I could prove it some way. Mother’ll be so pleased.’ And talking all the way downstairs, Jim took himself and his delight away. Ishmael sighed, and arose to dress for dinner. His*kindness had not been without its reward. The little divertisement of Jim’s letter had done him good. Blessed little office of lovingkindness what ministering angels are they to the donor as well as the receiver ! With some degree of self-possession Ishmael completed his toilet, and turned to leave his room, when the sound of some one rushing up the stairs like a storm arrested his steps. Then a voice sounded outside : • Which is Ishmael’s room ? Bother ! Oh. here it is !’ and Bee’s door was opened. ‘No ! calico ! Ah ! now I’m right.’. And the nexb instarA Walter Middleton burst open the door and rushed in, exclaiming joyfully, as he seized and shook the hands of his friend : ‘ Ah, here you are, old fellow 1 God bless you 1 How glad I am to see you 1 Y’ou are still the first love of my heart, Ishmael ! Damon, your Pythias has not even a sweetheart to dispute your empire over him. How are you ? I have heard of your success. Wasn’t it glorious ? You’re a splendid fellow, Ishmael, and I’m pioud of you. You may have Bee if you want her. I always thought there was a bashful kindness between you two. And there isn’t a reason in the world why you shouldn’t have her. And so her Royal Highness, the Princess Claudia, has caught a lord, has she? Well, you know she always said she would, and she has kept her word. But, I say, how are you ? How do you wear your honours ? How do the toga and the bays become you ? Turn around and let us have a look at you.’ And so the affectionate fellow rattled on shaking both Ishmael’s hands every other second, until he had talked himself fairly out of breath. ‘ And how are you, dear Walter ? But I need not ask, you look so well and happy,’ said Ishmael, as soon as he could get in a word. ‘Me ! Oh, I’m well enough. Nought’s ever in danger. I’ve just graduated, you know ; with the highest honour, they say. My thesis won the great prize ; that was because you were not in the same class, you know. I have my diploma in my pocket ; I’m an M. D. ; I can write myself doctor, and poison people, without danger of being tried for murder ! isn’t that a privilege ? Now let my enemies take care of themselves ! Why don’t you congratulate me, you—‘l do, with all ir.y heart and soul, "Walter !’

* That’s right! only I had to drag ib from you. Well, so I’m to be “ best man ”to this noble bridegroom. Too much honour; lam not prepared for it. One cannot get ready for graduating and marrying at the same time. I don’t think I have got a thing fit to wear. I wrote to Bee to buy me some fine shirts, and some studs, and gloves, and handkerchiefs, and hair oil, and things proper for the occasion. I wonder if she did it ?’

‘ I don’t know. I know that she has been overwhelmed with care for the last month too much care for a girl, so ib is just possible that she has had no opportunity. Indeed, she has a great deal to think oi and to do.’

‘Oh, it won’t hurt her; especially if it consists of preparations for the wedding.’

A bell rang. ‘There now, Ishmael! There is that diabolical dinner-bell ! You may look ! but it is true ! a dinner-bell that peals out at seven o’clock in the evening, is a diabolical dinner-bell. At college we dine at twelve meridan, sharp, and sup at six ! It is dreadful to sit at table a whole hour, and be bored by seeing other people eat, and pretending to eat yourself when you are not hungry ! Well! there’s no help for it! Come down and be bored, Ishmael.’ They went down into the drawing-room, where quite a large circle of near family connections were assembled. Walter Middleton was presented to the ViscountVincent,who was the only stranger to him, present. Claudia was there looking as calm, as self-possessed and queenly ns if she had not passed through a storm of passion two hours before. Ishmael glanced at her and saw the change with amazement, but he dared not trust himself to look again. The dinner party, with all this trouble under the surface, passed off in superficial gayety. The guests separated early, because the following morning would usher in the wedding-day. CHAPTER LXVI. THE MARRIAGE MORNING. I trust that never more in this world’s shade Thino eyes may be upon me. Never more Thy face come back to me. For thou hast made My whole life sore: Fare hence and be forgotten. . . . Sing thy song, And braid thy brow. And be beloved and beautiful—and he In beauty baleful still. . . A Serpent Queen To others not yet curst In loving thee As I have been! Meredith. Ishmael awoke. After a restless night, followed by an hour’s complete forgetfulness, that more nearly resembled the swoon of exhaustion than the sleep of health, Ishmael awoke to a new cense of wretchedness. You who have suffered know what such awakenings are. You have seen some one dearer than life die; but hours, days or weeks of expectation have gradually prepared you for the last scene ; and though you have seen the dear one die, and though you have wept yourself half blind and half dead, you have slept the sleep of utter oblivion, which is like death ; but you have at last awakened and returned to consciousness to meet the shock of memory and the sense of sorrow a thousand times more overwhelming, than the firet blow of bereavemenc had been.

Or you have been for weeks looking forward to the parting of one whose presence is the very light of your days. And in making preparations for that event the thought of coming separation has been somewhat dulled ; but at last all is ready ; the last night has come ; you all separate and go to bed,'with the mutual injunction to be up early in the morning for the sake of seeing * him ’ —it may be some brave volunteer going to war-off; after lying awake nearly all night you suddenly drop into utter forgetfulness of impending grief, and into some sweet dream of pleasantness and peace. You awako with a start; the hour has come ; the hour of parting; the hour of doom 1 ...

Yes, whatever the grief may be, it is in the hour of such awakenings we feel it most poignantly. Thus was it with Ishmael. The instant he awoke the spear of memory transfixed his soul. He could have cried out in his agony. It took all his manhood to control h?s pain. Hs arose and dressed himself and offered up his morning worship and went to the breakfast-room, resolved to pass through the day’s fiery ordeal, cost him what it might. Claudia was not at breakfast. In fact, she seldom or nevor appeared at the breakfast table ; and this morning of all mornings it was quite natural she should be absent. But Mrs Middleton and Bee, Judge Merlin, Mr Middleton, Mr Brudenell, Walter and Ishmael were present. It- was in order that people should be merry on a marriage morning; but somehow or other that order was not followed. Judge Merlin, Mrs Middleton and Bee, were unusually grave and silent ; Mr Brudenell was always sad ; Ishmael was no conventional talker, and, therefore, could not seem other than he was—very was quite in vain that Mr Middleton and Walter tried to get up a little jesting and badinage. And when the constraint of the breakfast table was over everyone felt relieved. ‘ Remember,’ said Mrs Middleton, with her hand upon the back of her chair, ‘ that the carriages will be at the door at halfpast ten ; it is now half past nine.’ ‘ And that means we have but half an hour to put on our wedding garments, said Walter. ‘ Bee, have you got my finery ready?’ ‘You will find everything you require laid out on your bed, Walter.’ ‘ You are the best little sister that ever was born. I doubt whether 1 shall let Ishmael, or anyone else, have you until I get a wife of my own; and even then I don’t know but what I shall want you home to look after her and the children ! rattled Walter, careless or unobservant of the deep blush that mantled the maiden’s face.

* Ishmael,’ said the judge, ‘ I wish you t take the fourth seat in the carriage with myself and daughter and Beatrice. ill you do so ?’ . Ishmael’s emotions nearly choked him, but he answered : ‘ Certainly, if you wish.’ ‘ The four bridesmaids will fill the second carriage, and Mr and Airs Aliddleton, Air Brudenell and Walter the third. Ido not know the arrangements made for our other friends; but I dare say it is all right. Oh, Ishmael, I feel as though we were arranging a procession to the grave instead of to the altar,’ he added, with a heavy sigh. Then, correcting himself, he said : ‘ But this is all very morbid. So no more of it.’ And the judge wrung Ishmael s hand ; and each went his separate way to dress for the wedding. Meanwhile the bride-elect sat alone in her luxurious dressing-room. Around her, scattered over tables, chairs, and stands, lay the splendid paraphernalia of her bridal array—rich dresses, mantles, bonnets, veils, magnificent shawls, sparkling jewels, blooming flowers, intoxicating perfumes. On the superb malachite stand before her stood a silver tray, on which was arranged an elegant breakfast service of Bohemian china. But the breakfast was untasted and forgotten. There was no one to watch her ; she had sent her maid away with orders not to return until summoned by her bell. And now, while her coffee unheeded grew cold, she sat, leaning forward in her easy-chair, with her hands tightly clasped together, over her knees, her tumbled black ringlets fallen down upon her dressing-gown, and her eyes flared open and fixed in a dreadful stare upon the far distance as if spell-bound by some horror there. To have seen her thus, knowing that- she was a bride-elect, you might have judged that she was about to be forced into some loathed marriage, from which her whole tortured nature revolted. And you would have judged truly. _ She was being thus forced into such a marriage, not by any tyrannical parent, or guardian, for flesh and blood could not have forced Claudia Alerlin into auy measure she had set her will against. She was forced by the demon Pride, who had taken possession of her soul! And now she sat alone with her sin, dispossessed of all her better self, face to face with her lost soul 1 She was roused by the entrance of Airs Aliddleton—Mrs Aliddleton in full carriagedress—robe and mantle of mauve-coloured moire-antique, a white lace bonnet with mauve-coloured flowers, and white kid gloves finished at the wrists with mauve ribbon quillings. ‘ Why i.laudia, is it possible ? Not commenced dressing yet and everybody else ready, and the clock on the strike of ten! What have you been thinking of, child ?’ Claudia started like one suddenly aroused from sleep, threw her hands to her face as if to clear away a mist, and looked around. But Airs Middleton had hurried to the door and was calling : ‘ Here ! Alice ! Laura ! ’Gena ! Lotty ! Where are you, my dears ?’ Receiving no answer, she flew to the bell and rang it and brought Claudia’s maid to the room. * Ruth ! hurry to tho young ladies’ room and give my compliments and ask them to come here as soon as possible 1 Miss AlerHd is not dressed !’ The girl went on her errand, and Air Middleton turned again to Claudia : * Not even eaten your breakfast yet! Oh, Claudia !’ and she poured out a cup of coffee and handed it to her niece. And Claudia drank it, because it was easier to do so than to expostulate. At the moment that Claudia returned the cup the door opened and the four bridesmaids entered —all dressed in floating, clould-like, misty white tulle, and crowned with wreaths ot white roses and holding bouquets of the same. They laid down their bouquets, drew off their white gloves and fluttered around the bride, and with their busy fingers quickly dressed her luxuriant black hair, and arrayed her stately form in her superb bridal dress.

This dress was composed of an underskirt of the richest white satin and an upper robe of the finest Valenciennes lace looped up with bunches of orange flowers. A berthe of lace fell over the satin bodice. And a long veil of lace flowed from the queenly head down to the tiny foot. A wreath of orange flowers, sprinkled over with the icy dew of small diamonds, crowned her ringlets. And diamonds adorned her neck, bosom, arm 8, and stomacher. Her bouquet

holder was studded with diamonds, and her initials on the white velvet cover of her prayer-book were formed of tiny seed-like diamonds. No sovereign queen on her bridal morn was ever more richly arrayed. But, oh ! how deadly pale and cold she was ! ‘ There !’ they said, triumphantly, when they had finished dressing her, even to the arranging of the bouquet of orange flowers in its costly holder and putting it in her hand. ‘ There !’ And they wheeled the tall Psyche mirror up before her that she might view and admire herself. She looked thoughtfully at the image reflected there. She looked so long that Airs Middleton, growing impatient, said : ‘ My love, it is time to go.’ ‘ Leave me alone for a few minutes, all of you ! I will nob keep you waiting long,’ said Claudia. ‘She wishes to bo alone to offer up a short prayer before going to be married,’ was the thought in the heart oi each one of the party, as they filed out of the room.

Did Claudia wish to pray ? Did she intend to ask God’s protection against evil ? Did she dare to ask His blessing on the act she contemplated ? We shall see.

She went after the last retreating figure and closed and bolted the door. Then she returned to her dressing bureau, opened a little secret drawer and took from it a tiny jar of rouge,and with a piece of cotton-wool applied it bo her deathly-white cheeks until she had produced there an artificial bloom, more brilliant than that of her happiest days, only because it was more brilliant than that of nature. Then to soften its fire she powdered her face with pearl white, and finally with a fine handkerchief carefully dusted off the superfluous particles. Having done this, she put away her cosmetics and took from the same receptacle a vial of the spirits of lavender and mixed a spoonful of it with water and drank it. Then she returned the vial to its place and locked up the secret drawer where she kept her deceptions. She gave one last look at the mirror, saw that between the artificial bloom and the artificial stimulant her face presented a passable counterfeit of its long - lost radiance ; she drew her bridal veil around her so as to shade it a little, lowered her head and raised her bouquet, that her friends might nob see the suspicious suddenness of the transformation from deadly pallor to living bloom —for though Claudia, in an hour of hysterical passion, had discovered this secret of her toilet to Beatrice, yet she was really ashamed of ib, and wished to conceal it from all others. She opened the door, went out and joined her friends in the hall, saying with a cheerfulness that she had found in her lavender vial:

* I am quite ready for the show now !’ But she kept her head lowered, and averted, for a little while, though in fact her party were too much excited to scrutinise her appearanco, especially as they had had a good view of her while making her toilet.

They went down into the drawing room, where the family and their nearest relations were assembled and waiting for them. Bee was there, looking lovely as usual. Bee, who almost always wore white when in full dress, now varied from . her custom by wearing a glace of delicate pale blue, with a white lace mantle and a white lace bonnet and veil. Bee did this because she did not mean to be mustered into the bride’s service, or even mistaken by any person for one of the bridesmaids. Beyond her obligatory presence in the church as one of the bride’s family, Bee was resolved to have nothing to do with the sacrilegious marriage. ‘ Como, my dear ! Are you ready ? How beautiful you are, my Claudia. I never paid you a compliment before, my child ; but surely I may be excused for doing so now that you are about to leave me? “How blessings brighten as they take their flight,’” whispered the judge, as he met and kissed his daughter.

And cerfcaiuly Claudia’s beauty seemed perfectly dazzling this morning. She smiled a greeting to all her friends assembled there, and then gave her hand to her father, who drew it within his arm and led her to the carriage.

Ishmael, like one in a splendid, terrible dream, from which he could not wake, in which he was obliged to act, went up to Bee, and drew her little white-gloved hand under his arm, and led her after the father and daughter. The other members of the marriage party followed in order.

Besides Judge Alerlin’s brougham and

Mr Middleton’s barouche, there wero several other carriages drawn up before the house.

Bee surveyed this retinue and murmured : ‘ Indeed, except that we all wear light colours instead of black and the coachmen have no hat-scarfs, this looks quite as much like a funeral as a wedding.’ Ishmael did nob reply ; he could nob wake from that dazzling horrible dream. When they were seated in the carriage, Claudia and Beatrice occupied the back seat; the judge and Ishmael the front one; the judge sat opposite Bee, and Ishmael opposite Claudia. The rich drifts of shining white satin and misty white lace that formed her bridal dress floated around him ; her foot inadvertently touched his, and her warm, balmy breath passed him. Never had he been so close to Claudia before; that carriage was so confined and crowded ; dread proximity ! The dream deepened ; it became a trance :—that strange trance that sometimes falls upon the victim in the midst of his sufferings, held Ishmael’s faculties in abeyance and deadened bis sense of pain. And indeed the same spell, though with less force, acted upon all the party in that carriage. Its mood was expectant, excited yet dream-like. There was scarcely any conversation. There seldom is under such circumstances. Once the judge inquired : ‘ Bee, my dear, how is ib that you are not one of Claudia’s bridesmaids ?' * I did not wish to be, and Claudia was so kind as to excuse me,’ Beatrice replied. • Bub why not, my love ? I thought young ladies always liked to fill such positions.’/ Bee blushed and lowered her head, bub did not reply. Claudia answered for her : ‘Beatrice does nob like Lord Vincent, and does not approve of the marriage,’ she said, defiantly.

‘ Humph !’ exclaimed the judge, and not another word was spoken during the drive. Ib was a rather long one, the church selected for the performance of the marriage rites being St. John’s at the West End of the town, where the bridegroom and his friends were to meet the bride and her attendants.

They reached the church at last; the other carriages arrived a few seconds after them, and the whole party alighted and went in.

The bridegroom and hfe friends were already there. And the bridal procession formed and went up the middle aisle to the altar, where the bishop in his sacerdotal robes stood ready to perform the ceremony. The bridal party formed before th e altar, the bishop opened the book, and the

ceremony commenced. It proceeded according to the ritual, and without the slightest deviation from commonplace routine. When the bishop came to that part of the rites in which he utters the awful adjuration —‘ I require and charge you both, as ye shall answer at the dreadful day of judgment, when the secrets of all hearts shall be disclosed, that if either of you know any impediment, why ye may not be lawfully joined together in matrimony, ye do now confess if. For be ye well assured, that if any persons are joined together, otherwise than God's Word doth allow, their marriage is not lawful,’ —Bee, who was standing with her mother and father near the bridal circle, looked up at the bride.

Oh ! could Claudia, loving another, loathing the bridegroom, kneel in that sacred church, before that holy altar, in the presence of God’s minister, in the presence of God Himself,hear that solemn adjuration in her awful sin ?

Yes. Claudia could ! as tens of thousands from ignoi’ance, from insensibility, or from recklessness, have done before her : and as tens of thousands more, from the same causes, will do after her ! The ceremony proceeded until it reached the part where the ring b placed upon the bride’s finger, and all weno well enough until, as they were rising from the prayer of • Our Father,’ the bride happened to lower her hand, and the ring, which was too large for her finger, dropped off, rolled away, and passed out of sight. The ceremony ended, and the ring was sought for, but could not be found then ; and, I may as well tell you now, it> ha 3 not been found yet. Seeing at length that their search was quite fruitless, the gentlemen of the bridal train reluctantly gave up the ring for lost, and the whole parby filed into the chancel, to enter their names in the register, whiah lay for this purpose on the communion table.

The bridegroom first approached and wrote his. It was a prolonged and sonorous roll of names, such as frequently compose a tail of a nobleman’s title.

Malcolm Victor— Stuart —Douglass — Gordon—Dugald, Viscount Vincent. Then the bride signed hers, and the witnesses theirs.

When Mr Brudenell came to sign his own name as one of the witnesses, he happened to glance at the bridegroom's lorrg train of names. Ho read them over with a smile at their length, but his eye fastened upon the last one— 1 Dugald,’ ‘ Dugald,’ * Dugald ?’ Herman Brudenell, like the immortal Burton, 'thought he had ‘ heard that name before,’ in fact, was sure he had ' heard that name before !’ Yes, verily ;he had heard it in connection with his sister’s fatal flight, in which a certain Captain Dugald had been her companion ! And he resolved to make cautious inquiries of the viscount. He had known Lord Vincent on the Continent, but he had either never happened to hear what his family name was, or if he had chanced to do so, he had forgotten the circumstance. At all events, it was not until the instant in which he read the viscount’s signature in the register that he discovered the family name of Lord Vincent and the disreputable name of Eleanor Brudenell’s unprincipled lover to be the same.

But this was no time for brooding over the subject! He affixed his own signature, which was the last one on the list, and then joined the bridal party, who were now leaving the church. At the door a signal change took place in the order of the procession.

Lord Vincent, with a courtesy as earnest and a smile as beaming as gallantry and the occasion required, handed his bride into his own carriage. Judge Merlin, Ishmael, and Beatrice rode together. And others returned in the order in which they had come. Ishmael was coming out of that strange, benumbed state that had deadened for a while all his sense of suffering—coming back to a consciousness of utter bereavement and insupportable anguish—anguish written in such awful characters upon his pallid and writhen brow, that Beatrice and her uncle exchanged glances of wonder and alarm.

But Ishmael, in his fixed agony, did not perceive the looks of anxiety they turned towards him—did not even perceive the passage of time or space, until they arrived at home again, and the wedding guests began to alight from the carriages. The party temporarily separated in the hall, the ladies dispersing each to her own chamber to make some trifling change in her toilet before appearing in the drawingroom.

‘ Ishmael, come here, my dear lad,’ said the judge, as soon as they were left alone.

Ishmael mechanically followed him to the little breakfast parlour of the family, where on the sideboard sab decanters of brandy and wine, and pitchers of water, and glasses of all shapes and sizes. He poured out two glasses of brandy—one for himself and one for Ishmael. * Let us drink the health of the newlymarried couple,’ he said, pushing one glass towards Ishmael, and raising the other to his own lips. Bub Ishmael hesitated, and poured out a tumbler of pure water, saying, in a faint voice: ‘ I will drink her health in this !’

‘ Nonsense! pub it down. You are chilled enough without drinking that to throw you into an ague. Drink something warm and strong, boy ; drink something warm and strong! I tell you I, for one, cannot get through this day without some such support as this,’ said the judge, authoritatively, as he took from the young man’s nerveless hand the harmless glass of water, and put into it the perilous glass of brandy. For ah ! good men do wicked things sometimes, and wise men foolish ones. Still Ishmael hesitated : for even in the midst of his great trouble he heard the ‘ still, small voice ’ of some good angel—it might have been bis mother’s spirit—whispering him to dash from his lips the circean draught, that would indeed allay his sense of suffering for a few minutes, but might endanger his character through all eternity. The voice that whispered this, as I said, was a * still, small voice,’ speaking softly within him. But the voice of the judge was bluff and hearty, and he stood there, a visible presence, enforcing his advice with strength of action. And Ishmael, scarcely well assured of what he did, put the glass to his lips and quaffed the contents, and felt at once falsely exhilarated. ‘ Come, now ! We will go into the draw-ing-room ! I dare say they are all down by this time,’ said the jndge. And in they went.

He was right in his conjecture ; the wedding guests were all assembled'there. And soon after his entrance the sliding doors between the drawing-room and the dining-room were pushed back, and Devizac, who was the presiding genius of the wedding feast, appeared and announced that breakfast was served.

The company filed in—the bride and bridegroom walking together, and followed by the bridesmaids and the gentlemen of the party. Ishmael gave his arm to Beatrice. Mr Brudenell conducted Mrs Middleton, and the judge led one of the lady guests.

The scene they entered upon was one of splendour, beauty, and luxury, iiever Burpassed even by the great Vourienne and Devizac themselves ! Painting, gilding and flowers had not been spared. The walls were covered with frescoes of Venus, Pyche, Cupid, the graces and the muses, seen among the rosy bowers and shady groves of Arcadia. The ceiling was covered with celestial scenery, in the midst of which was seen the cloudy court of Jupiter and Juno and their attendent gods and goddesses; the pillars were covered with gilding and twined with flowers, and long. wreaths of flowers connected one pillar with another, and festooned the doorways and windows and the corners of the room. The breakfast table was a marvel of artblazing with gold plate, blooming with beautiful and fragrant exotics, and intoxicating with the aroma of the richest and rarest viands.

At the upper end of the room a temporary raised and gilded balcony wreathed with roses was occupied by Dureezie’s celebrated band, who, as the company came in, struck up an inspiring bridal march composed expressly for this occasion. The wedding party took their seats at the table and the feasting began. The viands were carved and served and praised. The bride’s cake was cub and the slices distributed. The ring fell to one of the bridesmaids ‘and provoked the usual badinage. The wine circulated freely. . Mr Middleton arose, and in a neat little speech proposed the fair bride s health, which proposal was hailed with enthusiasm. Judge Merlin, in another little speech, returned thanks to the company and begged leave to propose the bridegroom’s health, which was duly honoured. Then it was Lord Vincent’s turn to rise and express his gratitude and propose Judge Merlin’s health. This necessitated a second rising of the judge, who after making due acknowledgments of the compliment paid him, proposed the fair bridesmaids. And so the breakfast proceeded. They sat at table an hour, and then, at a signal from Mr Middleton, all arose. The gentlemen adjourned to the little breakfast parlour to drink a parting glass with their host in something stronger than the light French breakfast wines they had been quaffing so freely. And the bride, followed by all her attendants, went up to her room to change her bridal robe and veil for her travelling dress and bonnet, as the pair were to take the one o’clock train to Baltimore en route for New York, Niagara and the Lakes. She found her dressing-room all restored bo the dreary good order that spoke of abandonment. Her rich dresses and jewels and bridal presents were all packed up, and every trunk was locked and corded and ready for transportation to the railway station, except one trunk that stood open, with its upper tray waiting for the bridal dress she was about to put off. Ruth, who had been very busy with all this packing, while the wedding party were at church and at breakfast, now stood with the brown silk dress and mantle that was to be Claudia’s travelling costume, laid over her arm. Claudia, assisted by Mrs Middleton, changed her dress with the feverish haste of one who longed to got a painful ordeal over; and while Ruth hastily packed away the wedding finery and closed the last trunk, Claudia tied on her brown silk bonnet and drew on her gloves and expressed herself ready to depart. They went downstairs to the drawingroom, where all the wedding guests were once more gathered bo see the young pair off. There was no time to lose, and so all nev friends gathered around the bride to receive her adieux and to express their good wishes.

One by one she bade them farewell. When she came to her cousin, Bee burst into tears and whispered : ‘ God forgive you, poor Claudia ! God avert from you all evil consequences of your own act.’ She caught her breath, wrung Bee’s hand and turned away, and looked around. She had taken leave of all except her father and Ishmael!

Her father she knew would accompany her as far as the railway station, for he had said as much.

Bub there was Ishmael!

As she went up to him slowly and fearfully every vein and artery in her body seemed to throb with the agony of her heart. She tried to speak ; bub could utter no articulate sound. She held out her hand ; but he did not take it: then she lifted her beautiful eyes to his with a glance so helpless, so anguished, so imploring, as if silently praying from him some kind word, before she should go that Ishmael’s generous heart was melted and he took her hand, and, pressing it while he spoke, said in low and fervent tones : ‘God bless you, Lady Vincent. God shield you from all evil ! God save you in every crisis of your life !’ And she bowed her head, lowly and humbly, to receive this benediction as though it had been uttered by an authorised minister of God. (To be continued.)