She had determined2 to take Steve by storm to-night. The secret on which her heart was set she counted already within her grasp, yet she would leave no stone unturned, neglect no trick in all the known realm of woman’s art to make her victory absolute.
Her refusal to put on black at her father’s funeral, or wear it since, and her declaration that his death was not the act of God but of the devil, had shocked the tradition-loving Southern people beyond measure. Maggie had lost no time in telling her their comments. She heard them with contempt and proceeded to shock her critics still worse by establishing herself permanently3 in the great lonely house with only Aunt Julie Ann as her guardian4.
Her whole being was fused into a single deathless purpose—to take the life of the man who had killed her father. She would stop at no means to accomplish this end, and she would treat with scorn every convention of society which might interfere5.
She slowly descended6 the winding7 stairs to-night before Steve’s enraptured8 gaze, dressed in pure white with full train. A single deep red rose was set in her black hair. Her arms were bare and their beauty was perfect—starting with the tiniest wrists and swelling9 into full voluptuous10 splendour above the dimpled elbows. She had a way of moving them when she walked which was modest yet subtle in sensuous11 suggestion.
Steve watched her spellbound. She placed her hand in his with a tender smile, the brown eyes watching the effects of her beauty with quiet triumph.
She allowed Steve to silently lead her to the old davenport under the stairs and take his seat by her side.
“You meant what your letter implied?” he asked eagerly.
“I did,” was the firm answer.
“It seemed too good to be true, dear, yet I felt sure that you would need me in this crisis of your life.”
“I do need you. I wonder if you will prove wanting when put to the test?”
“Try me!” he boldly challenged.
“You are sure that you love me with a love that will endure through good and evil, through life and death, through every test?”
She leaned close, her eyes searching Steve’s soul.
The man drew a deep breath and his hand grasped hers with fierce passion.
“I love you beyond the power of words to tell—I worship you!” he cried, attempting instinctively12 to draw her into his arms.
“Yes I know,” she answered, lifting her hand in warning, “you love me that way—I don’t say it displeases13 me—I have a soul and I have a body too. There’s something big, fierce, and strong in you, Steve, that always drew me—that draws me to you to-night—but I want to know if your love goes deeper than the body; if it’s big enough, true enough to dare anything in this world or the next for the woman you love?”
“Yes!” he cried.
“You love me better than money?”
“Yes!”
“Better than power?”
“Yes!”
“Better than your own life?”
“Yes!” he whispered, crushing her hand in his.
“Suppose I should put you to a test and you should fail?”
“With your eyes calling me I’d dare the terrors of hell!”
She took both his hands, fixed14 her eyes on his until their warm brown light enfolded him with tenderness:
“Give me the name of the Chief of the Ku Klux Klan in North Carolina,” she whispered.
Steve’s face went white, and he stammered15:
“Why—why—my dear—how—can—I? I don’t know him. It’s impossible!”
“Nothing is impossible to the man who loves me if I desire it,” she answered, firmly holding Steve with her eyes dilated16 to extraordinary size under the tension of her deep emotion.
He turned from her gaze, the cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.
“But, Stella, my dear, I’m not a member of the Klan.”
She dropped his hand, sprang to her feet, and looked at him a moment.
“You are lying!”
“I swear I’m telling you the truth,” he cried, eagerly attempting to regain17 her hand.
She turned from him with contempt. She saw too late that she had overplayed the part. She had been too eager, too sure. He was a greater coward than she had suspected.
“But why should you ask such a thing of me?” he stammered.
“You know why.”
“I haven’t the remotest idea.”
“Coward!” she hissed18, turning suddenly. “You know that I wish to hang this man for the murder of my father.”
“If the Government of the United States with its army and navy and its millions cannot find him—am I a coward because I tell you that I do not know his name?”
“Yes.”
“In God’s name why?” he pleaded.
“I know that you are a member of the Klan.”
“Upon my soul and honour I swear that I am not!”
“Have you either soul or honour?”
“I won’t quarrel with you, dear; you are overwrought and crushed by this tragedy. You don’t mean what you say.”
“I do mean it!” she fiercely cried.
“Then you’ll live to regret it,” he answered, recovering his composure. “I’ll do anything within human reason. You must not ask the impossible.”
“Then you will help me to find this man?”
“To the limit of my power.”
“Why say to the limit of my power? I hate a man who fences, squirms and lies when face to face with a test of his manhood! Will you help me find this man? Yes or no?”
“Yes.”
“That’s better.”
“But tell me,” he said, watching her with increasing reserve and cunning. “Whom do you suspect?”
“John Graham.”
Steve’s eyes flashed.
“And what is your programme when you have established the fact?”
“The Attorney General has promised to hang him within thirty days.”
“With all due respect to the Attorney General—he can’t do it.”
“Why not?”
“We are living under conditions of revolution. No jury can be found who will convict him. There’s but one way.”
“What do you mean?” Stella asked, lowering her voice.
“That beyond a doubt John Graham inspired this crime.”
“You believe it?” she broke in fiercely.
“I’m sure of it. His hatred19 of the Judge had become a mania20. He used the Klan as the cloak of his hired assassin.”
“The Klan decreed his death,” said Stella sternly.
“John Graham decreed it.”
“What do you propose?” she asked, again coming close to Steve.
“To have him executed by the Klan itself!”
“And yet you are not a member?” she asked with a smile.
“I am in touch with men who are.”
“How could his execution be brought about?”
“Ask him the question you put to me.”
“And if he tells?”
“He will forfeit21 his life.”
Stella’s eyes rested a moment on the chair in which her father fell the night of his death. She turned and gazed into Steve’s face with a strange absent expression in her eyes as though they were seeing a picture which had etched itself in fire on her soul.
“I’m going to cultivate Mr. Graham’s acquaintance,” she slowly said. “I’ll learn from his own lips if he is the leader of the Ku Klux Klan.”
“And if you find that he is?”
“I may hold you to your pledge!”
“And on the day he is executed.”
“I will marry you!”
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