The Wild Huntress Part 48

"I did not know it would offend you," replied the young girl, in a meek voice. "Do not the others call you by that name?" she inquired hesitatingly. "Mr Stebbins does so?"

"Nebba you mind what Ma.s.s' Stabbins he do; da's my affair. You hab a care _you_ no call me so. Da's my affair, too. Jes you say _Aunt_ Lucy 'gain, I soon spoil you' beauty, buckra gal."

"I shall not do so again, Lucy," timidly rejoined the young girl.

"_Miss_ Lucy, you please. Don't you tink you still in Tennessee! You'

know better bye 'n bye. Yella woman out heer good as white--marry white man all same--all same 'mong da Mormons--yah, yah, yah!"

A leer towards Lilian accompanied this laughter, rendering its hideous significance more palpably expressive. So provoked was I by the brutal behaviour of the yellow wench, I could scarcely restrain myself from rus.h.i.+ng up, and kicking her over the bank upon which she was standing.

Nothing but the stern necessity of preserving my incognito hindered me from treating her as she deserved; and, even then, it cost me an effort to keep my place. As I continued to watch them. I could see that the young girl cowered beneath the threats of this bold bawdril, who had in some way gained an ascendancy over her--perhaps appointed by Stebbins to act in the double capacity of spy and guardian? Notwithstanding the horrid imaginings to which the woman's presence had given rise, I succeeded in smothering my wrath, and remaining silent. My good star was guiding me; and soon after I was rewarded for the act of prudence.

"Say, gal!" continued the mulatta, still addressing herself to Lilian, "wha for you sittin' down dar, gazin' into da water? S'pose you tink you see him shadda dar? Yah, yah, yah!"

"Whose shadow?" innocently inquired the girl. I trembled while listening for the reply. "O Lordy! you berry innocent gal, make 'pear!

S'pose I no see you write him name in dat ere book you got? S'pose I no see you make him letter in de sand, wha we camp on Akansaw? You scratch am name ebberywha; you got um on de big box inside Ma.s.s' Stebbins's waggon. Ha! you better no let Ma.s.s' Stebbins see him name dar!"

I would at that instant have given my horse for a glance at either box or book. But in another moment the necessity was gone; and the revelation, though made by polluted lips, was not the less welcome to my ears. What cared I whether the oracle was profane, so long as its response echoed my most earnest desires?

"S'pose n.o.body read but youseff?" continued the mulatta, in the same jeering tone. "S'pose n.o.body know what E.W. stand for? yah, yah!

S'pose dat ere don't mean Edwa'd Wa'ffeld? eh missy yella bar--dat him name?" The young girl made no reply; but the crimson disc became widely suffused over her cheek. With a secret joy I beheld its blus.h.i.+ng extension. "Yah, yah, yah!" continued her tormentor, "you may see um shadda in da water--dat all you ebba see ob Edwa'd Wa'ffeld. Whoebbar dat ere c.o.o.n may be, you nebbar set you' eyes on him 'gain--nebba!" A dark shade quickly overcast the crimson, betokening that the words gave pain. My pleasure was in like proportion, but inversely. "You fool, missy' golding har? you' better gone 'long wi' de young dragoon offica who want take you--dat am, if you must had man all to youseff. Yah, yah, yah! Nebba mind, gal! you get husban' yet. Ma.s.s' Stebbins he find you husban'--he got one for you a'ready--waitin' dar in de Mormon city; you soon see! Husban' got fifty odder wife! Yah, yah, yah!"

Words appeared upon the lips of Lilian--low murmured and but half uttered. I could not make out what they were; but they appeared not to be a reply to the speeches that had been addressed to her. Rather were they the involuntary accompaniment to an expression of peculiar anguish, that at that moment revealed itself on her features. The mulatta did not seem either to expect, or care for an answer: for on giving utterance to the fiendish insinuation, she turned upon her slippered heels, and hobbled back towards the camp. I held my face averted as she was pa.s.sing near where I stood. I feared that she might be attracted to stop and examine me; and I had a motive for wis.h.i.+ng her to keep on. Her curiosity, however, did not appear to be very excitable. Such as it was, it evolved itself in a comic fas.h.i.+on--as I could tell by the coa.r.s.e "Yah, yah, yah!" that broke from her as she pa.s.sed me. I could perceive by the receding of the sound, that she had gone on without stopping.

Lilian followed at a distance of about ten paces. Her body was bent to one side by the weight of the water-can; while her long golden-hair, falling in confusion over the straining arm, almost swept the sward at her feet. The toilsome att.i.tude only displayed in greater perfection the splendid development of that feminine form--which death alone could now hinder me from calling my own.

I had already planned my course of action. I only waited for an opportunity to carry it out. No longer desired I to remain unrecognised by her. The barrier that had hitherto restrained me from giving sign or word--and that would still have continued to do so--had now been removed, happily as unexpectedly. In my heart, now filled and thrilling with joy, there was no motive for further concealment; and I resolved at once to declare myself. Not openly, however; not by speech, nor yet by gesture. Either might provoke an exclamation; and draw upon us prying eyes that were observing at no great distance. As stated, I had already shaped out my course; and, for a minute or more, had been waiting for the very opportunity that now offered.

During the conversation above detailed, I had not been an inactive listener. I had taken from my pocket a sc.r.a.p of paper, and pencilled upon it three simple words. I knew the paper on which I was writing: it was the half-leaf of a letter well-remembered. The letter itself was not there: it was within the folds of my pocket-book; but there was writing on the fly-leaf, and on both faces of it. On one side were those cherished verses, whose sweet simple strain, still vibrating upon the chords of my heart, I cannot help repeating:

"I think of thee, when Morning springs From sleep, with plumage bathed in dew, And like a young bird lifts her wings Of gladness on the welkin blue.

And when at Noon the breath of love O'er flower and stream is wandering free, And sent in music from the grove, I think of thee--I think of thee!

"I think of thee, when soft and wide The Evening spreads her robe of light; And, like a young and timid bride, Sits blus.h.i.+ng in the arms of night.

And when the moon's sweet crescent springs In light o'er heaven's deep waveless sea; And stars are forth like blessed things, I think of thee--I think of thee!"

"O sir! it is very, very true! I do think of you; and I am sure I shall do so as long as I live.

"Lilian Holt."

On the reverse side of the page I had penned, or rather pencilled, a response. Not then, but in an idle hour by the way: with the presentiment, that it might some time reach the hands of her for whom it was intended. In those hands I was now determined to place it--leaving the issue to the cipher itself. The answer ran thus:

To Lilian.

"As music sweet, thy gentle lay Hath found an echo in my heart; At morn, at eve, by night, by day, 'Tis never from my thoughts apart: I hear the strain in every breeze That blows o'er flower, and leaf, and tree; Low murmuring, the birds and bees All seem to sing--I think of thee!

"Perhaps, of me no more a thought Lingers within thy bosom blest: For time and absence both are fraught With danger to the lover's rest?

O Lilian! if thy gentlest breath Should whisper that sad truth to me, My heart would soon be cold in death-- Though dying, still 'twould think of thee!"

"Edward Warfield, _The Indian Hunter_."

The words at the moment added were those appended to my own name--which I had introduced to aid in the recognition. However inappropriate might be the scheme for making myself known, I had no time to conceive any other. The interruption caused by the mulatta had hindered me from a verbal declaration, which otherwise I might have made; and there was no longer an opportunity for the periphrasis of speech. Even a word might betray me. Under this apprehension, I resolved to remain silent; and watch for the occasion when I might effect the secret conveyance of the paper.

As the young girl drew near, I stepped towards her--pointing to my lips, and making sign that I wished to drink. The action did not alarm her.

On the contrary, she stopped; and, smiling kindly on the thirsty savage, offered the can--raising it up before her. I took the vessel in my hands, holding the little billet conspicuous between my stained fingers.

Conspicuous only to her: for from all other eyes the can concealed it-- even from those of the bizarre _duenna_, who had faced round and was still standing near. Not a word escaped me, as I pretended to drink. I only nodded towards the paper as I raised the vessel to my lips.

Ah! that weird instinct of a woman's heart--a woman who loves! How pleasant to watch its subtle play, when we know that it is exerted in our favour! I saw not the action, nor yet the emotion that may have been depicted on that radiant face. My eyes were averted. I dared not trust them to watch the effect. I only knew that the can was taken from my hands--the paper along with it; and, like a dream, the fair water-carrier pa.s.sed from before me--leaving me alone upon the spot! My eyes followed the receding form, now side by side with that of the chiding guardian. Together they entered the corral--Lilian upon the nearer side; but, as the maiden's face disappeared behind the sombre shadow of the waggons, a glance given back through those s.h.i.+ning tresses convinced me that my scheme had succeeded!

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED.

A SISTER'S APPEAL.

I hastened to inform Marian of what had pa.s.sed--having returned to the tents, without giving any sign of the excitement that was stirring within my breast. Why not to-night? Why not at once--within the hour?

These were my reflections, put interrogatively, as I hurried over the ground. The huntress still remained within her tent; but, enjoying the fraternal privilege, I could enter; and, stooping, I pa.s.sed under the covering of skins.

"You have seen sister Lilian!" she said, affirmatively, as I entered.

"I have."

"And spoken with her?"

"No--I dared not trust myself to speak; but I have given her a token of recognition."

"In writing? I saw you. She knows, then, that you are here?"

"By this time she should--that is, if she has found an opportunity to look at the paper."

"She will find that, I daresay. Oh, she _is_ beautiful--very beautiful.

I do not wonder, sir, that you love her! Were I a man--Knows she that I too am here?"

"Not yet. I feared to tell her, even in writing. I feared that in the sudden transport of joy which such a discovery would produce, she might proclaim it to your father--perhaps to _him_!"

"You are right--there might have been a risk of that. She must not know that I am here, till we can caution her against declaring it. How do you propose to act?"

"I have come to take counsel from you. If we could only make known to her that you are present, she might find an opportunity of stealing forth; and in the darkness, all the rest could be accomplished. Even to-night--why not this very night?"

"Why not?" echoed the huntress, catching eagerly at the idea. "The sooner the better. But how am I to see her? Should I enter their camp?

Perhaps--"

"If you write to her, I--"

"_Would_, stranger? say _could_. Writing is not one of my accomplishments. My father cared little to teach me--my mother still less: she cared not at all. Alas! poor ignorant me: I cannot even write my own name!"

"It matters not: dictate what you would say to her. I have here paper and pencil; and shall write for you. If she has read the other, she will be on the look-out--and no doubt we may find an opportunity of giving a note to her."

"And she of reading it, no doubt. Yes; it does seem the best course we can pursue--the surest and safest. Surely Lilian has not forgotten me?

Surely she will follow the advice of a sister who dearly loves her?"