The Dugarres were famous for their hospitality, and entertained guests from all parts of the union. An unusually large party lounged on the shady piazza5 one hot, languid summer afternoon, representing Charleston, Atlanta, and even New York, not to speak of the fair Savannahians, and of Valentine Dugarre, all the way from Brazil. It was too warm for exertion7; all quiet amusements had flagged, and even conversation had become a stupid effort, when Edward Dugarre brought out a dusty old Century and read Stedman's poem "Hebe." It roused both the lazy and the meditative8 to lively comments, all agreeing in their condemnation9 of Fiorina's revenge, so summary and so terrible. Did I say all? There was one exception—Valentine Dugarre. But some of them looked upon her as half savage10, because of her Brazilian birth and her perfectly11 frank way of speaking out her thoughts and feelings. The Dugarres themselves were half afraid of her and rejoiced when she became engaged to Frank Black, a handsome young Savannahian of good family but of rather weak, unstable12 nature. She had been sent up to them to have an American finish put to her education and manners; but alien blood flowed in her veins13, and she had been worshiped and spoiled in her own home until she had become as imperious and exacting14 as princesses are supposed to be. She could do the rashest, most unheard-of things when enraged15, or when in a generous mood—such, for instance, as taking a ring from her finger and giving it to a ragged16 beggar when he asked her for five cents. When scolded for it by her shocked aunt she impatiently exclaimed:
"Can't you see that he is starving? What real need have I for the thing? Let it go, if it can be the means of bringing him food and clothing. I do not care to be rich, to wear jewels, while others are perishing with hunger."
And that summer afternoon she sat among those people, listening in silence to all their comments, and waiting until the last to have her say about the matter.
She was an imperial-looking girl, dark, but with a faint, delicate bloom on her cheeks, and the color of a rose on her lips. Her eyes were not black but golden-brown, and her hair had the texture17 of silk. Her very dress seemed to set her apart from the other women, who clothed themselves according to the decrees of fashion. It was fine-woven yellow linen18, its full loose folds girdled in about the waist with a broad band of silver, its sleeves open half way up, revealing beautiful rounded arms. She set at open defiance19 all forms and rules, and laughed contemptuously at the conventionalities of society.
"I quite approve of Fiorina's revenge," she said at last, "only I would have killed the woman also;" then she smiled with scornful contempt to see the blood forsaking20 Helen Lawrence's face. "Why do you turn pale, Miss Lawrence?" she asked, leaning toward her with a gleam of mockery in her eyes.
"I—because it is horrible to hear you talk so," said Miss Lawrence, quickly recovering herself, for she shrank, if Valentine did not, from a crossing of words, as it was known by all in the house that the young Brazilian was jealous of her.
"Val does not mean it," said Edward, soothingly21.
"I do mean it. What right had she to come between them—to use all her smooth little ways and arts to make him faithless? Yes, by all means, Hebe should have feasted upon her first."
She glanced at her lover, but he was looking intently across the sunlit cotton-fields to the shining sweep of the river, apparently22 not in the least interested in the conversation. Then she looked around on the disapproving23 faces of the other women.
"You may all look shocked, but I am different from you only in the expression of my thoughts. There is an untamed savage in every heart, no matter how finely the owner of that heart may be civilized24, how highly polished."
"There is also a spirit of divinity, Miss Dugarre," said Mark Livingston, the young Charleston lawyer, in his grave, calm voice.
"But in some unguarded moment, some crisis, the savage conquers all. It is easy to be good until one is deceived or thwarted25."
"But what cause have you to talk like a disappointed, soured woman of the world, Valentine?" her cousin exclaimed, a little impatiently.
"Oh, none whatever, of course." But a note of bitterness thrilled her sweet voice, and her jealous eyes saw the glance Helen Lawrence exchanged with Frank Black. She bit her full under-lip, until the blood almost started.
"You believe, then, that the evil in human nature is stronger than the good?" said Livingston.
"I do; for is it not true that many a lifetime of noble deeds has been wrecked26 in a moment of passion, the man stripped of his goodness, as of a garment, leaving the naked savage, fierce, revengeful?"
"But if there are such instances, so we can as easily recall others, where men and women, in moments of supreme27 sorrow or danger, have so far risen above all personal feeling as to be willing, nay28, eager, to help their worst enemies."
She turned to her lover, "What do you think, Frank?"
"That it is too warm for argument, and that Ed might have selected less tragical29 reading for our amusement."
He laughed a little as he spoke30, to give a jesting turn to his words, and, rising, walked away into the hall. Valentine's eyes flashed with anger, but in a moment she rose and followed him into the cool, duskily shadowed library.
"Dearest, did I disgust you with my savage talk?"
"I do not like such sentiments from you, Valentine. It does not sound womanly, and those people criticise31 you severely32 enough as it is."
Her eyes darkened again; her lips curled.
"What do I care for their good opinion!"
"It is well for us to care for everybody's good opinion."
"Miss Lawrence has taught you that great and noble truth, has she? You have grown very critical of my speech and manners yourself since she came among us. Frank, Frank! what is it coming between us?" she cried, in sudden, piteous entreaty33.
"Your jealous imagination, Valentine. A man does not like to be doubted, frowned upon, every time he speaks to, or looks at, another woman."
"Is that all? Tell me, on your honor."
"Yes," he said; but his eyes shifted under her eager gaze, and a slight flush rose to his face. But she was too anxious to believe him to heed34 such fine changes of expression.
"I am a miserable35, jealous creature, all fire and wicked temper," she humbly36 acknowledged. "I have tormented37 you, I know; but unfortunately for me I love you with all my heart, instead of just a little bit of it, and it is a great strong heart, dearest, if it is wayward and untamed."
She leaned toward him with luminous38 eyes, her beauty softened39, as sweet and gentle as that of any other woman. What man could resist her in such a mood? He raised her arms to his neck, and kissed her on lips and eyes.
"You love me, you do really love me?" she whispered.
"Love you! How can I help it, my princess?"
They had a little dance at Dugarre that night—a merry, informal party. A large number of young people came out from the neighboring town, the parlors40 were cleared, and Uncle 'Riah, the old white-haired fiddler, was called in to play for them. It was a moonless night, and to add a little to the picturesqueness41 of the fine old house and grounds the negroes built a great bonfire on the lawn. It threw its ruddy light afar under the trees, and a rain of glowing sparks fell here and there on the grass, and some even floated away on wreaths of pearly smoke over the roofs.
The ladies of the house were all in evening dress, but it was acknowledged that Valentine Dugarre and Helen Lawrence carried off the palm for beauty. Valentine appeared her loveliest and best. No suggestion of scorn or anger marred42 her face. Her dress of thin, creamy silk was Greek-like in its flowing lines and its full draperies, and her throat and arms were bare. She wore no jewels, except her engagement ring, and a single diamond star in her hair. She was radiant, yet so sweet and gentle in all her ways, that those who thought they knew her best wondered what new whim43 possessed44 her. She even smiled approval when Black led Helen out on the floor and danced with her. If he had stopped at that!—but he asked her after the dance to walk on the piazza with him. She hesitated, cast a hurried glance about the room, saw Valentine in a distant corner talking to Livingston, and consented.
They walked the length of the long piazza, and then Black drew Helen into the deserted45 library. She took her hand from his arm, her usually pale face burning with color, her calm eyes agitated46. It was enough to set his faithless heart aflame—to call forth47 treasonable words of love. Curiously48 enough it was on the very spot where a few hours before he had given Valentine such assurance of his love. The remembrance stung him to shame, but it could not silence his tongue. His love for Valentine had been an infatuation, but Helen held his heart. So he told himself, so he had been telling himself for a month, though he had never before confessed as much to Helen. Valentine was not the woman to make him happy, with her jealous, tempestuous49 moods and passionate50 temper.
"But you, you are an angel of sweetness and goodness," he said, kissing her hands, even the folds of her pale-blue silken sleeves.
Helen shivered a little as she listened to him, and cast uneasy glances about the room, for there was a good deal of cowardice51 in her nature, and she feared Valentine.
"What if she should hear you?" she said, trembling, yet leading him on with her soft eyes, her half-yielding manner.
"Why speak of her, think of her, now?" he exclaimed, "My bondage52 is not yet hopeless, and I—I cannot help not loving her."
"But you are engaged to her, and it is all wrong to talk so to me," she said, tears starting suddenly to her eyes. What she had deliberately53 begun as a flirtation54 had become as serious to her as to him. Her emotion nearly distracted him. Still rasher words trembled on his lips, when—
"Is this tableau55 for the benefit of the public, or only for your own amusement?" a voice inquired near them, causing them to start guiltily apart, for it was Valentine herself standing56 there, white as her dress, and with eyes that were terrible in their rage and anguish57. "Mr. Black will be perfect in the art of love-making if he continues his present role. You need not tremble and look as if you'd like to run away, Miss Lawrence. There is no Hebe here to crunch58 your delicate bones, richly as you deserve such a fate, and willingly as I would give you to it."
"Blame me for it all, Valentine, not her," exclaimed Black, feeling like a craven between them.
"So you would protect and defend her! What a chivalrous59 gentleman! what a man of honor! Do you think I have been blind and deaf to the sighs and glances, to the thousand little arts she has used upon you—she, the example that has been held up to me by my aunt as worthy60 of imitation? Well, I congratulate her on the conquest she has made. Two months ago you were ready to grovel61 at my feet, and to-day—yes, only a few hours ago—you assured me that you were true, that you loved me; and I believed you." Her passion rose again to violence. "I would like to kill you both; yes, with my own hands!"
"Hush62, for Heaven's sake!" exclaimed Black. "Do you want all those people in here?"
"Oh, no! It doesn't, of course, make any difference if you break my heart, but it would be shocking for the world to know it. I will hush, and leave you to console and reassure63 Miss Lawrence; but do not expect me to break our engagement. You shall never be free until I die—never!"
And then she left them, disappearing through the open window as swiftly and noiselessly as she had come upon them. Livingston met her on the piazza, and, without questioning his presence there, she allowed him to take her hand and lead her to a seat. He looked almost as pale as she, and far more agitated, and when she turned from him, covering her face with her hands, his self-possession deserted him entirely64.
"Don't—don't cry, Valentine. He is not worth a tear, or one pang65 of that dear heart of yours."
"I know his worth; but that cannot alter my feelings now. I love him."
"And I—I love you, Valentine, even as you love him."
Valentine turned and looked at Livingston.
"Then I pity you," she said, simply, but with such pathos66 that he himself felt like dealing67 out summary punishment to Black. He did not attempt to plead his own cause then, knowing that it would be not only selfish but worse than useless. She had no thought for him or for anybody or anything but her own sorrow and bitterness. "I wonder if animals can have souls, because if they do I must have been a tigress."
She laughed tremulously, crushing up folds of her gown in her hands. "I'd like to kill them, I would indeed!" she exclaimed, her eyes burning through a veil of tears.
"You think so now because you are excited," Livingston said gently, as though speaking to an angry child.
"Excited! I think I must be mad."
"You could not do them any violence, Valentine, were it really in your power. I know your generous, noble nature better than that."
But she turned away again, with hidden face, jealous rage melting into anguish.
Nobody could ever tell just how it happened. The most reasonable theory was that it caught from some of those vagrant68 sparks flying up from the bonfire, but deep in the darkness and silence of that night, long after the household had all retired69, a little tongue of fire shot up from the roof, growing larger and brighter until its light shone across the woods and fields beyond the river.
It was Valentine who, turning on her pillow to look from the window, saw the strange illumination, and, springing up, discovered its cause. One could hear the curl and crackle of the dry boards as the flames devoured70 them, feel the heat, smell the rolling volumes of smoke. Confusion reigned71 supreme as Valentine ran through the halls, waking the slumbering72 people. Nobody attempted to save anything, but all fled for their lives from the old house, which burned like so much tinder. The great trees surrounding it were shriveled in the heat, and falling flakes73 of fire set barns and stables ablaze74. The low clouds caught the lurid75 reflection, the river shone like a mirror, while along the horizon the darkness was so intense, so thick and inky black, that it seemed as if all the night had been compressed into it.
The Dugarres wept to see the old house falling to ashes before their eyes—all but Valentine. Its walls held no loving associations, no precious memories for her; but the force, the awful destructive fury of the fire fascinated her.
And then, from group to group, ran a cry for Miss Lawrence. She could not be found. Had she been left, forgotten in the terror and confusion? Then, indeed, men and women looked at one another with blanched76 faces and eyes of horror.
"It would be death to go in there now," said one man.
But, death or not, one had gone, running across the lawn, up the steps, and into the clouds of smoke filling the piazza and wreathing the great white columns—Valentine Dugarre. Black and Livingston would have followed her, but were forcibly restrained. It was enough, they were told, that two lives should be lost, without throwing their own away. But in a few moments a joyful77 shout drew all to the side of the house, where they saw Valentine at a second-story window, with Helen Lawrence half-fainting at her side. She helped her through the window, and those below could hear her eager words of encouragement as Helen dropped safely down to the hands outstretched to receive her.
"Now, Valentine! quickly, dear!" cried her cousin, sharply.
"Yes, for God's sake!" Livingston cried. But it was too late. A volume of flame seemed to burst up at her very feet, curling in the folds of her white gown and circling about her head. Ont of that fiery78 nimbus her face shone for a moment, and then, with a creaking of burning timbers and a great flare79 of light, the whole building fell in.
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