Battersea himself knew nothing of its esoteric meaning, but to the negress the mention of the emblem3 conveyed a distinct understanding. She let her arms fall listlessly by her side, and, with an unseeing gaze, she stared at the green trees bathed in hot sunshine. After a moment or so she muttered to herself in negro jargon4 and clenched5 her hands.
"Baal! the wand of sleep! the bringer of death!"
"What are you saying, Dido?" asked Battersea, his feeble intellect scared by the fierce gestures and the unknown tongue.
"I say deep things which you no understan'. Look at ole Dido, you white man."
Battersea whimpered, and, rubbing one dirty hand over the other, did as he was requested with manifest unwillingness6. With an intensity7 of gaze, Dido glared at him steadily8, and swept her hands twice or thrice across his face. In a moment or so the tramp was in a state of catalepsy, and she made use of his spellbound intelligence to gain knowledge. There was something terrible in her infernal powers being thus exercised in the full sunlight, in the incongruous setting of a homely9 English landscape.
"De debble-stick! Whar is it?"
"In the house of Major Jen. In a little room, on the wall, with swords and axes."
As he said this in a monotonous10 tone, Dido looked across the tree-tops to where the red roofs of "Ashantee" showed themselves against a blue July sky. She shook her fist at the distant house, and again addressed herself imperiously to Battersea, commanding:
"Tell ole Dido ob de debble-stick."
"It is green, with a handle of gold, and blue stones set into the gold."
"See widin dat stick," she muttered, eagerly. "I wish to see."
"There is a bag in the handle," repeated Battersea, with an effort. "Under the bag a long needle;" then after a pause, "the needle is hollow."
"Is dere poison in de bag, white man?"
"No, the poison is dried up."
"Is dere poison in de hollow ob de needle?"
"No," said Battersea again. "The poison is dried up."
At this moment a noise in the house disturbed Dido, and with a pass or two she released Battersea from the hypnotic spell. He started, rubbed his eyes, and looked drowsily12 at the tall negress, who had resumed her impassive attitude.
"What have you been doing. Dido?" he asked, stupidly.
"Obi!" was the brief reply. "You hab told ole Dido what she wish about de debble-stick."
"The devil-stick," repeated the tramp, in wide-eyed surprise. "S'elp me, I don't know anything of it. Dr. Etwald met me, and ses he: 'You go to Miss Dallas?' and I ses, 'I does;' and he ses, 'You'll see Dido,' and I ses, 'I will;' and he ses, 'Say to her "Devil-stick,"' an' I ses, 'Right y'are, sir.' But es to knowing--"
"Dat nuffin!" said Dido, with a lordly wave of her hand. "I black; you hab de black blood in youse also. I mek you do Obi. Um!"
"What's Obi? What's you torkin of?" asked Battersea, rather nervously13. "An' ow does yeou know I hev black blood?"
"Obi say dat to me. Your mudder black."
"Yah!" cried Battersea, derisively14. "You're out of it. My mother white; but my father--" here he hesitated, and then resumed: "Yes, you're right. Dido; my father was a negro! A Seedee boy, who was a fireman on a P. and O. liner."
"I hab seen dat," replied Dido, nodding her head. "Black blood in youse, an' I can do Obi on you. I send your spirit to de house of Massa Jen. You tell me ob de debble-stick."
Battersea drew back and began to whimper again.
"I knows es you wor at that devilry," he said, nervously. "When you claps your eyes on me I gets afeard."
"Dat's so. But I take care ob you. Now get to de kitchen; dere am food for you."
The old man's eyes brightened in anticipation15 of a feast, and he shuffled16 off round the corner as quickly as his age would allow him. Dido looked after him for a moment, considering the message he had brought from Dr. Etwald, and then began to think of the devil-stick.
She knew very well what it was, for her grandmother had been carried off as a slave from the west coast of Africa, and knew all about Ashantee sorcery and fetish rites17. These she had repeated to her granddaughter Dido, with the result that Dido, cherishing these recollections, knew exactly how to use the wand of sleep. She had spoken about it to Dr. Etwald, quite ignorant that Jen kept one as a curiosity, and now Etwald had intimated through Battersea that he wished her to do something in connection with the stick. What that something might be Dido at the present moment could not guess.
She had exerted her magnetic and hypnotic influence over Battersea, not that she wished for a detailed18 description of the wand, for already she knew its appearance, but because it might happen that it would be necessary to use the tramp for certain purposes connected with the discovery of secrets. Dido exercised a strong influence over this weak old creature, partially19 on account of his half negro blood and partially because she had terrified his feeble brain by her dark hints of Obi worship.
Battersea was supposed to be a Christian20; but the barbaric fluid in his veins21 inclined him to the terrible grotesqueness22 of African witchcraft23, and Dido and her words stirred some dim instinct in his mind. The negress saw that accident had placed in her way a helpless creature who might be of use in her necromantic24 business; therefore, by hypnotizing him once or twice, she contrived25 to keep him within her power. All of which fantasy would have been denied by the average British newspaper reader, who can not imagine such things taking place in what he calls euphoniously26 a Christian land. But this happened, for all his denial.
Having dismissed Battersea, the negress turned to seek Isabella. She was so devoted27 to her nursling that she could hardly bear to be away from her, and since her infancy28 Isabella had scarcely been absent an hour from her strange attendant. The girl had gone into the drawing-room, where Mrs. Dallas was still sleeping; and there, relieved for the moment from the prying29 eyes of the negress, she took a letter out of her pocket. It was from Maurice, stating that he was coming to see her that afternoon at three o'clock, as he had something particular to say.
It was now close upon the hour, and Isabella was wondering how she could get rid of Dido, whom she did not wish to be present at the coming interview. The inborn30 jealousy31 of the woman, and her advocacy of Dr. Etwald's suit, made her an unpleasant third at such a meeting. Moreover, Maurice instinctively32 disliked this sullen33 creature, and was never quite easy in her presence.
Finally, Isabella decided34 to slip round by the back of the house and meet Maurice at the gate. Dido was occupied in questioning Battersea about the devil-stick on the verandah. So, after a glance to assure herself that the pair were in earnest conversation, Isabella put on a straw hat and ran lightly away to see her lover. She passed out by a side door, danced like a fairy across the intervening space of lawn, and slipped laughingly into the narrow path which wound through the wood to the avenue near the gates.
Just as she emerged into the open she heard a sharp click, and saw Maurice approaching. He was dressed in his flannels35, and looked particularly handsome, she thought; the more so when she beheld36 his face lighting37 up at her unexpected appearance. The magnetism38 of love drew them irresistibly39 together, and in less time than it takes to write, Isabella was lying on the broad breast of her lover and he was fondly kissing her lips.
"My own dear love," he murmured, softly. "How good of you to meet me."
"I came down here to escape Dido," explained Isabella, slipping her hand within his. "You don't like her to be with us."
"I don't like her in any case, my darling. She is like a black shadow of evil always at your heels. I must get your mother to forbid her trespassing40 upon our meetings."
"My dear Maurice, how can you possibly do that, when you refuse to tell my mother of our engagement?"
"Oh, I had a reason for keeping our engagement secret, but it is no longer necessary, and to-day--at this moment--I am going straight to ask your mother to give me this dear hand in marriage. If she consents, we will soon get rid of Dido."
"But my mother may not consent," said Isabella, a trifle nervously.
"Why not? I have a profession and a small property. We love one another dearly, so I don't see what grounds she has for refusal."
"Dido!"
"Well, Dido can do nothing," said Maurice, in a jesting tone, "unless you want her to forbid the banns."
"She may even be able to do that," replied Isabella, seriously. "My mother is afraid of her, and is often influenced in her decisions by Dido."
"What, the black witch? Bah! She is only a servant."
"She is something more than that in Barbadoes."
"Oh, you mean that Obi rubbish, my dearest," said Maurice, slipping his arm round the slender waist of the girl. "It is on that very account that I wish to tell your mother of our engagement, for I must rescue you from the influence of that dark Jezebel. She is dangerous."
"I know she is; but she hates you."
"I don't care for her hate," replied Maurice, carelessly. "It is a poor thing, and can not possibly harm me. But I mean to extricate41 you from her toils42, and I don't care how she attempts to prevent our marriage. Surely Mrs. Dallas will not let herself be guided in so important a business by the will and feelings of that black wench."
"My mother is weak where Dido is concerned," said Isabella, shaking her head.
"And so are you, my dear," responded Maurice, kissing her. "Both of you are weak and have yielded up your wills to that woman. But the announcement of our engagement will give me some influence in the house and do away with all that. It will be a fight between white and black magic, and I, as a civilized43 wizard, intend to win."
"Why do you particularly wish to announce our engagement to-day?"
Maurice grew serious, and paused at the top of the drive, just out of sight of the house, to reply to this question.
"My dear child," he said slowly, "I kept our engagement secret on account of David. I have seen for a long time that he loves you, and knowing his fiery44 temper, I did not wish to provoke a quarrel by telling him that you had promised to be my wife. But last night the truth was forced from me at dinner, and David declared that he intended to ask you to marry him."
"But I don't love him. I love you!"
"I knew that, but he didn't. He knows now that we love one another, but he is ignorant that we are engaged. When the fact is publicly announced, he may give up his idea of marrying you, and so a quarrel may be averted45."
"Are you afraid of quarreling with him?"
"Yes. Not on my account, but it distresses46 our good major to see us at variance47. We nearly quarreled over you last night, though, upon my word," added the young man half to himself, "I believe Etwald promoted the row."
"Etwald!" repeated Isabella. "Dr. Etwald?"
"Yes; he is in love with you."
"I know he is," replied the girl, quietly. "But, of course, I could never be his wife; the more so, as I fear him. But Dido wishes me to marry him."
"Oh, hang Dido!" cried Maurice, vigorously. "I wish she would mind her own business."
At this moment, as if summoned by his remark, Dido appeared round the bend of the path. She looked straight before her, turning neither to right nor left, and passed the pair like one in a sleeping fit. The negress seemed to be under the influence of some strange excitement, and ran stumbling down to the gate.
"Oh," said Isabella, nervously, "Dr. Etwald must be at hand. When Dido says 'Voodoo' he comes."
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