A long day of anxiety and fevered apprehension1 merged2 into a night of terror. It was the outcome of a conviction that was irresistible3. The shadow of disaster was marching hard upon her heels. Nor had she the power to avoid it.
As night came on Elvine remained alone in her twilit bedroom. She had no desire to come into contact with the servants, she had no desire for human companionship of any sort. So, with the fading light, she betook herself to the bedroom.
But there was no relief. It was haunted to-night, teeming4 with the fancies of a dreading5 imagination. It seemed to her like the cell of a condemned7 prisoner.
The day had passed heavily, drearily8. Every moment of it had been filled with the thought that Jeff was on his way to Orrville. On his way to meet Dug McFarlane. On his way to meet the one man in whose hands her whole fate lay. He alone knew the source of the ten thousand dollars which she had carried back to her paternal9 home as the net result of her first marriage. He alone knew it to be the price of the blood of men, amongst whom was the twin brother of her present husband.
Memory was alive, and full of a poignant10 torture. It brought back to her the scene when she had driven her first husband to help her to the money she had desired to possess. He had spoken, in his horror and anger, of "blood money," of "Judas," and she would not hear. She had derided12 him, she had lashed13 him with the scorn of an unbridled tongue, she had turned upon him in her selfish craving14, without a thought of any principle.
Now she understood what she had done, but she only understood because of the threat which overshadowed her. It was no spiritual awakening15. It was again the self in her, threatened in its desires as a result of her earlier wanton actions. Her motives16, even the picture of the carnage in that hidden valley, which came back to her unbidden, had no power to add to the hopelessness of her feelings. Every emotion was wrapped in the thought that she was about to be robbed of all the fruits of the one great passion of her life.
She had one desire now, one motive17 in life only. It was the man she had married. The man she had designed to marry for the station and wealth he could offer her, and who had almost instantly become the centre of her whole life. Nothing of any worldly consideration counted any longer. There was nothing could interest her of which he did not occupy the centre of the focus. Self dominated still, but it was a more human type of self, which had, perhaps, some rightful claim on human sympathy.
The shadows grew, and the wide airy room was filled with a hundred added terrors which claimed reality in the troubled brain. The silence of the world about her became a threat. The darkening of the cloudless sky beyond the open window. She sat on, refusing to invoke18 the aid of lamp-light to banish19 the gathering20 legions of her dread6. She knew it was impossible to banish them.
Oh, she had no physical fear of the world about her. What was there to fear? Did she not know it all? Had she not lived it all before? The two wide open windows invited her. She moved to one of them, and drew a chair so that she could rest upon the sill and gaze out into the space so perfectly21 jeweled. And the cool night air fanned her cheeks, and seemed to relieve the fever that was raging behind her hot eyes.
The morrow. There was no other concern with her now but--the morrow. To-morrow Jeff would return. To-morrow she would know the worst, she would know if the purpose of Fate were for or against her. Oh, that to-morrow! And in the meantime there were interminable hours of darkness to endure, when sleep was impossible. And after that the daylight, when she must fear every eye that was turned in her direction, when every moment brought nearer the possibility of the end for her of all things in the world which mattered.
The night wore on. Midnight came and passed. She had not moved again. Her straining eyes had watched the starry22 groups as they set beyond the horizon. There was no moon to create shadows upon the wide, rolling pasture before her. Everything was in shadow, just as her every thought was similarly enwrapped. There was no relief anywhere.
Once she heard a sound that set her jarred nerves hammering. It was a distant sound, and, to her fancy, it was the rapid beat of horse's hoofs23 sweeping24 across the wide valley. But it died out. She had been caught by the thought of the possibility of her husband's return, suddenly, in the night. She pictured for one brief instant the headlong race of the man to charge her with the crime of his brother's life.
She saw that keen, stern face with its cold blue eyes and the grimly tightened25 lips. She had seen some such expression there before, and she knew there were depths within his soul which she had never probed, and hoped that she might never have to probe.
It was the mystery of these unknown depths which had inspired her passion. It was because of that cognizance of something unusual, profound, in his personality that he had first become so completely desirable. Then as she grew to know him, so she found she knew him less, and desired to know him more. Her love and worship of him was of the primitive26. It was such as is the love of all women when inspired by an emotion not untouched by fear.
So, when the sounds of hoof-beats broke the night silence, she became panic-stricken, because such a return, at such an hour, could have but one meaning.
Then the sounds passed, and her nerves steadied, and presently a stirring night breeze rustled27 the lank28 grass. It came over the plain toward her. It reached her window and fanned her cheeks with its chill breath. Then it passed, sighing round an angle of the house. Then, in its wake, came the plaintive29 dole30 of a scavenging coyote. The combination, to her fancy, was an echo of her feelings. It was the sigh of despair, and the cry of a lost soul.
Presently the drowse of utter weariness descended31 upon her. The dread of thought remained heavily overshadowing, but a certain distortion displayed the reaching of limits beyond which human power could not go, even in suffering. It was a merciful nature asserting itself. Her eyes closed, slowly, gently, with a drowsy32 helplessness. Once her elbow slipped from the sill of the window and awoke her. A somnolent33 thought that she would go to bed passed dully through her mind. But she did not act upon it. She propped34 her head upon her hand once more, and, in a moment, everything was forgotten.
She awoke with a start. There was no drowse in her wakefulness now. Her eyes were wide, and her thoughts alert. The sensation of a blow, a light, unforceful blow was still tingling35 through her nerves. The blow, it seemed, had fallen upon her forehead, and she thrust a hand up mechanically to the spot. But the action yielded her no enlightenment. There was no pain, no sign.
She peered through the open window and realized that the moon had risen. She stared at it, and presently it occurred to her that she must have slept, and, by the position of the moon above the horizon, for at least an hour.
Then her thoughts returned to the blow which had awakened36 her, and the conclusion followed that it must have been the result of the half-blind flight of one of those great winged beetles38.
She closed the window abruptly39. She closed the second one. Then, having drawn40 the curtains, she fumbled41 for the matches and lit the candles upon her dressing42 bureau. It was her intention to search for the intruding43 beetle37, and then retire.
But her search terminated abruptly. It terminated even as it began. That which had struck her was lying almost at her feet upon the soft rug on which she stood, and within a yard of where she had been sitting. It was a piece of paper tied about a small ball of soil.
She stared down at it for some startled moments. The effects of her dread were still upon her, and they set up a sort of panic which made her fearful of touching44 the missile. But it could not remain there uninspected. There could be no thought of retiring without learning the meaning of what lay there on the floor.
Gingerly she stooped with a candle in her hand. She stooped lower, but making no attempt to touch the thing which had disturbed her. The candle revealed a folded sheet of white paper. A string bound it round the rooted portion of a grass tuft.
After a few moments she reached out and picked it up. The next moment she was standing45 erect46 at her bureau, and with a pair of scissors she severed47 the string and dropped the grass tuft to the floor.
The paper was folded and thumb-marked by dirty hands. With shaking fingers and tense nerves she deliberately48 unfolded it.
It was a note, and she read it eagerly.
"You sold the lives of men for a price. You had it your way then. We're goin' to have our way now. You'll pay for that deal the only way we know."
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Elvine sat watching the scenes of the work of the range. The men were returning from distant points making for the ranch49 house where their evening meal was awaiting them at the bunkhouse. Teams were moving toward the barns, and barn-hands were watering those which had already returned. There was a general stir everywhere. Certain stock was being corralled and hayed for the night. In the hay corral men were busy cutting and hauling feed. There was no loneliness, no solitude50. The business of so great an enterprise as the Obar Ranch involved many hands, and seemingly endless work.
But Elvine watched these things without interest. In her present state of mind they meant nothing to her, they could mean nothing. She was waiting, waiting in a perfect fever for the home-coming of her husband.
Strangely, too, she was not without a glimmer51 of hope. Somehow the belief had taken possession of her that had Jeff learned anything of her story he must have been home before this. It seemed to her that he must have flung every consideration to the winds, and rushed in fevered haste to denounce her as the murderess of his twin brother.
The mysterious note which had been flung in through her open window had left her sleepless52 for the rest of the night, but, even so, now, in the broad light of day, it was only relatively53 alarming. The other terror overwhelmed it.
The sun was already tinting54 the hilltops with ruddy, golden hues55. The frigid56 snow-caps no longer wore their sheen of alabaster57. There was a golden radiance everywhere, a suggestion of a perfect peace, such as the woman felt could never again find place in her heart.
She turned her eyes from the splendor58 of the scene in silent protest. The green of the wide-spreading valley, even the dark purple shadows of the lower mountain slopes were better in harmony with her mood. But even these she denied in her nervous irritation59, and again, and yet again, her searching gaze was flung out to the northwest along the trail over which she knew her husband must come.
The waiting seemed endless. And the woman's heart literally60 stood still when at last she detected an infinitesimal flurry of dust away on the far distance of the trail. A mad desire surged through her to flee for hiding to those vast purple solitudes61 she knew to lie in the heart of the hills.
She remained where she was, however. She stirred not a muscle. She was powerless to do so. What, what had the coming of the man for her? It was the one absorbing question which occupied her whole brain and soul.
The dust flurry grew to a long trail in the wake of a horseman. In five minutes he stood out ahead of it, clear to the eye. In ten his identity was distinguishable. And, presently he rode swiftly at a gallop62 past the ranch buildings and drew up before the house.
The rack of that moment was superlative. The woman's hands clenched63 and her finger nails dug into the soft flesh of her palms. There was no greeting upon her lips. She only had power to stare; her wide beautiful eyes were searching the face of the man she loved, searching it as the criminal in the dock might search the face of the judge about to pass sentence.
Her tongue was ready for its release. Pent words lay deep in her soul for an outpouring at the lightest sign. But these things were dependent, dependent upon the reading she found in the man's eyes.
The horse stood drooping64 at the termination of its effort. The man sprang from the saddle. A barn-hand took the beast away to its stable. Elvine's tongue remained almost cleaving65 to the roof of her mouth.
The man's fair brows were depressed66. His eyes were sternly cold. And not once did they turn in her direction. He spoke11 in his usual tone to the barn-hand. He issued his orders without a sign of emotion.
Elvine could stand no more. She stirred. Then slowly she passed within the house.
Presently Jeff's step sounded on the veranda67. It was quick. There was nothing lagging in it. The woman gripped the back of a chair in the living-room in which she had taken refuge. She was seeking support.
The man entered the room. Nor did he remove his hat. He stood just within the window opening, and his eyes, cold as the gleam of the mountain glaciers68, regarded her steadily69.
"I see you understand," he said. "You realized what must happen when I visited Dug McFarlane in the matter of Peters, who bought your dead husband's farm. You knew it when you read that letter I gave you. And so you protested. So you assured me of--your regard."
He came a step nearer. The movement was almost involuntary.
"I have prayed to God that some day he might bring me face to face with the person who sold my brother's life. He has granted me my prayer. But it never entered my wildest dreams that it could be the woman I married. I never questioned your past. To me it was sufficient that you had taught me the meaning of love. To me you must be all you seemed. No more, no less. God help me, I had no imagination to tell me that so fair a body could contain so foul70 a heart. Were you not my wife, were you a man, I should know how to deal with that which lies between us. As it is you must thank the difference in our sex for that which nothing else could have done for you. As yet I have not had the time to arrange the details of our future. To-morrow, perhaps, things will have cleared in my mind. I shall sleep to-night over at Bud's----"
"Oh, Jeff, Jeff, have mercy. I----"
"Mercy? Mercy?" A sudden fire blazed up where only a frigid light had shone. The man's tones were alive with a fury of passion. "Did you have mercy? Was there one merciful, womanly emotion in your cruel, selfish heart when you sent those men, that man to his death for ten thousand filthy71 dollars? Pray to God for mercy, not to me."
A curious sullen72 light dawned in the woman's eyes. But even as it dawned it faded with the man's movement to depart.
"You--you won't leave me?" she pleaded. "Oh, Jeff, I love you so. What I did was in ignorance, in cruel, selfish longing73. I had been reduced to the life of a drudge74 without hope, without even a house fit for existence. I believed I had honest right. I believed even that my act was a just one. Jeff, Jeff, don't leave me, don't drive me out of your life. I cannot bear it. Anything, anything but that. My God, I don't deserve it. I don't--true. Jeff--Jeff!"
Her final appeal came as the man, without a word, passed through the open window. She followed him in a desperate hope. But the hope was vain. She saw him mount the fresh horse which had been brought round and left at the tying post.
As he turned the beast about to depart, just for one instant he looked in her direction.
"I will see you again in the morning. By that time I shall have decided75 what is best for us both."
He waited for no more. There was nothing to wait for. He lifted the reins76 and his horse set off. The dust rose up and screened him from view.
Once more Elvine was standing on the veranda. Once more her gaze was following the trail of rising dust. But there was no fever of suspense77 in her beautiful eyes now. There were not even tears. The blow had fallen. Fate had caught up with her. Its merciless onrush had overwhelmed her. She was crushed. She was broken under its sledge-hammer blow. She stood drooping, utterly78, utterly broken and spiritless before the man's swift, brief indictment79 and action.
The end had come. Nor had it anything of the end she had visualized80 in her dread. It was ten times more cruel than she had even dared to dream.
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paternal
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spoke
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banish
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