CHAPTER XXIX.

"Five minutes!" said Stella, warningly; and she turned her face from

him, and kept her eyes fixed on the clock.

"It will suffice," said Jasper. "I have to ask you to bear with me

while I tell you a short history. I will mention no names--you yourself

will be able to supply them. All I have to ask of you further is that

you will hear me to the end. The history is of father and son."

Stella did not move; she thought that he referred to the earl and

Leycester. She had determined to listen calmly until the five minutes

were expired, and then to go--to go without a word.

"The father was an eminent painter"--Stella started slightly, but kept

her eyes fixed on the clock--"a man who was highly gifted, of a rare

and noble mind, and possessed of undeniable genius. Even as a young man

his gifts were meeting with acknowledgment. He married a woman above

him in station, beautiful, and fashionable, but altogether unworthy

of him. As might have been expected, the marriage turned out ill. The

wife, having nothing in common with her high-souled husband, plunged

into the world, and was swallowed up in its vortex. I do not wish to

speak of her further; she brought him shame."

Stella paled to the lips.

"Shame so deep that he cast aside his ambition and left the world.

Casting away his old life, and separating himself entirely from

it--separating himself from the child which the woman who had

betrayed him had born to him--he settled in a remote country village,

forgotten and effaced. The son was brought up by guardians appointed

by the father, who could never bring himself to see him. This boy

went to school, to college, was launched, so to speak, on the world

without a father's care. The evil results which usually follow such a

starting followed here. The boy, left to himself, or at best to the

hired guardianship of a tutor, plunged into life. He was a handsome,

high-spirited boy, and found, as is usual, ready companionship.

Folly--I will not say vice--worked its usual charm; the boy, alone and

uncared for, was led astray. In an unthinking moment he committed a

crime----"

Stella, white and breathless, turned upon him.

"It is false!" she breathed.

He looked at her steadily.

"Committed a crime. It was done unthinkingly, on the spur of the

moment; but it was done irrevocably. The punishment for the crime was

a heavy one--he was doomed to spend the best part of his life as a

convict----"

Stella moaned and put up her hand to her eyes.

"It is not true."

"Doomed to a felon's expiation. Think of it. A handsome, high-born,

high-spirited, perhaps gifted lad, doomed to a felon's, a convict's

fate! Can you not picture him, working in chains, clad in yellow,

branded with shame----"

Stella leaned against the door, and hid her face.

"It is false--false!" she moaned; but she felt that it was true.

"From that doom--one--one whom you have lashed with your scorn--stepped

forward to save him."

"You?"

"I," he said--"even I!"

She turned to him slightly.

"You did this?"

He inclined his head.

"I did it," he repeated. "But for me he would be, at this moment,

working out his sentence, the just sentence of the outraged law."

Stella was silent, regarding him with eyes distended with horror.

"And he--he knew it?" she murmured, brokenly.

"No," he said. "He did not know it; he does not know it even now."

Stella breathed a sigh, then shuddered as she remembered how the boy

Frank had insulted and scorned this silent, inflexible man, who had

saved him from a felon's fate.

"He did not know it!" she said. "Forgive him!"

He smiled a strange smile.

"The lad is nothing to me," he said. "I have nothing to forgive. One

does not feel angered at the attack of a gnat; one brushes the insect

off, or lets it remain as the case may be. This lad is nothing to

me. So far as he is concerned I might have allowed him to take his

punishment. I saved him, not for his sake, but for another's."

Stella leaned against the door. She was beginning to feel the meshes of

the net that was drawing closer and closer around her.

"For another," he continued, "I saved him for your sake."

She moistened her parched lips and raised her eyes.

"I--I am very grateful," she murmured.

His face flushed slightly.

"I did not seek your gratitude; I did not desire that you should even

know that I had done this thing. Neither he nor you would ever have

known it, but--but for this that has happened. It would have gone down

with me into my grave--a secret. It would have done so, although you

had refused me your love, although you should have given your heart to

another. If"--and he paused--"if that other had been a man worthy of

you." Stella's face flushed, and her eyes flashed, but she remembered

all that he had done, and averted her gaze from him. "If that other

had been one likely to have insured your happiness, I would have gone

my way and remained silent; but it is not so. This man, this Lord

Leycester, is one who will effect your ruin, one from whom I must--I

will--save you. It is he who rendered this disclosure necessary."

He was silent, and Stella stood, her eyes bent on the ground. Even yet

she did not realize the power he held over her--over those she loved.

"I am very grateful," she said at last. "I am fully sensible of all

that you have done for us, and I am sorry that--that I should have

spoken as I did, though"--and she raised her eyes with a sudden frank

wistfulness--"I was much provoked."

"What was I to do?" he asked. She shook her head. "Could I stand idle

and see you drift to destruction?"

"I shall not go to destruction," she said, with a troubled look. "You

do not know Lord Leycester--you do not know--but we will not speak

of that," she broke off, suddenly. "I will go now, please. I am very

grateful, and--and--I hope you will forgive all that has passed!"

He looked at her.

"I will forgive all--_all_," he emphasized, "if you will turn back; if

you will go back to your home, and promise that this thing which he has

asked you to do shall not come to pass."

She turned upon him.

"You have no right----" then she stopped, smitten with a sudden fear

by the expression of his face. "I cannot do that," she said, in a

constrained voice.

He closed his hands tightly together.

"Do not force me," he said. "You will not force me to compel you?"

She looked at him tremblingly.

"Force!"

"Yes, force! You speak of gratitude; but I do not rely on that. If you

were really grateful to me you would go back; but you are not. I cannot

trust to gratitude." Then he came closer to her, and his voice dropped.

"Stella, I have sworn that this shall not be--that he shall not have

you! I cannot break my oath. Do you not understand?"

She shook her head.

"No! I know that you cannot prevent me."

"I can," he said. "You do not understand. I saved the boy, but I can

destroy him."

She shrank back.

"With a word!" he said, almost fiercely, his lips trembling. "One word,

and he is destroyed. You doubt? See!" And he drew a paper from his

pocket-book. "The crime he committed was forgery--forgery! Here is the

proof!"

She shrank back still further, and held up her hands as if to shut the

paper from her sight.

"Do not deceive yourself," he said, in his intense voice; "his safety

lies in my hands--I hold the sword. It is for you to say whether I

shall let it fall."

"Spare him!" she breathed, panting--"spare me!"

"I will spare him--I will save both him and you. Stella, say but the

word; say to me here, now, 'Jasper, I will marry you,' and he is safe!"

With a low cry she sank against the door, and looked at him.

"I will not!" she panted, like some wild animal driven to bay.

"I will not."

His face darkened.

"You hate me so much?"

She was silent, regarding him with the same fearful, hunted look.

"You hate me!" he said, between his teeth. "But even that shall not

prevent me from having my way. You will learn to hate me less--in time

to love me."

She shuddered, and he saw the shudder, and it seemed to lash him into

madness.

"I say you shall! Such love as mine cannot exist in vain, cannot be

repelled; it must, it must win love in return. I will chance it. When

you are my wife--do not shrink, mine you must and shall be!--you will

grow to a knowledge of the strength of my devotion, and admit that I

was justified----"

"No, never!" she panted.

He drew back, and let his hand fall on the back of the chair.

"Is that answer final?" he said hoarsely.

"Never!" she reiterated.

"Remember!" he said. "In that word you pronounce the doom of this lad;

by that word you let fall the sword, you darken the few remaining years

of an old man's life with shame!"

White and breathless she sank on to the floor and so knelt--absolutely

knelt--to him, with outstretched hands and imploring eyes.

He looked at her, his heart beating, his lips quivering, and his hand

moved toward the bell.

"If I ring this it is to send for a constable. If I ring this, it is to

give this lad into custody on a charge of forgery. It is impossible for

him to escape, the evidence is complete and damning."

His hand touched the bell, had almost pressed it, when Stella uttered a

word.

"Stay!" she said, and so hoarse, so unnatural was the sound of her

voice, that it went to his heart like a stab.

Slowly, with the movement of a person numbed and almost unconscious,

she rose and came toward him.

Her face was white, white to the lip, her eyes fixed not on him, but

beyond him; she had every appearance of one moving in a dream.

"Stay?" she said. "Do not ring."

His hand fell from the bell, and he stood regarding her with eager,

watchful eyes.

"You--you consent?" he asked hoarsely.

Without moving her eyes, she seemed to look at him.

"Tell me," she said, in slow, mechanical tones, "tell me all--all that

you wish me to do, all that I must do to save them."

Her agony touched him, but he remained inflexible, immovable.

"It is soon told," he said. "Say to me, 'Jasper, I will be your wife!'

and I am content. In return, I promise that on the day, the hour in

which you become my wife, I will give you this paper; upon it the boy's

fate depends. Once this is destroyed he is safe--absolutely."

She held out her hand mechanically.

"Let me look at it."

He glanced at her, scarcely suspiciously but hesitatingly, for a

moment, then placed the paper in her hands.

She took it, shuddering faintly.

"Show me!"

He put his finger on the forged name. Stella's eyes dwelt upon it with

horror for a moment, then she held out the paper to him.

"He--he wrote that?"

"He wrote it," he answered. "It is sufficient to send him----"

She put up her hand to stop him.

"And--and to earn the paper I must--marry you?"

He was silent, but he made a gesture of assent.

She turned her head away for a moment, then she looked him full in the

eyes, a strange, awful look.

"I will do it," she said, every word falling like ice from her white

lips.

A crimson flush stained his face.

"Stella! My Stella!" he cried.

She put up her hand; she did not shrink back, but simply put up her

hand, and it was he who shrank.

"Do not touch me," she said, calmly, "or--or I will not answer for

myself."

He wiped the cold beads from his brow.

"I--I am content!" he said. "I have your promise. I know you too well

to dream that you would break it. I am content. In time--well, I will

say no more."

Then he went to the table and pressed the bell.

She looked up at him with a dull, numbed expression of inquiry which he

understood and answered.

"You will see. I have thought of everything. I foresaw that you would

yield and have planned everything."

The door opened as he spoke, and Scrivell came in followed by

Frank, who hurled Scrivell out of the way and sprang before Jasper,

inarticulate with rage.

But before he could find breath for words, his eyes fell upon Stella's

face, and a change came over him.

"What does this mean?" he stammered. "What do you mean, Mr. Adelstone,

by this outrage? Do you know that I have been kept a prisoner----"

Jasper interrupted him calmly, quietly, with an exasperating smile.

"You are a prisoner no longer, my dear Frank!"

"How dare you!" exclaimed the enraged boy, and he raised his cane.

It would have fallen across Jasper's face, for he made no attempt to

ward it, but Stella sprang between them, and it fell on her shoulder.

"Frank," she moaned rather than cried, "you--you must not."

"Stella," he exclaimed, "stand away from him. I think I shall kill him."

She laid her hand upon his arm and looked up into his face with, ah!

what an anguish of sorrowful pity and love.

"Frank," she breathed, pressing her hand to her bosom, "listen to me.

He--Mr. Adelstone was--was right. He has done all for--for the best.

You--you will beg his pardon."

He stared at her as if he thought that she had taken leave of her

senses.

"What! What do you say!" he cried, below his breath. "Are you mad,

Stella?"

She put her hand to her brow with a strange, weird smile.

"I wish--I almost think I am. No, Frank, not another word. You must not

ask why. I cannot tell you. Only this, that--that Mr. Adelstone has

explained, and that--that"--her voice faltered--"we must go back."

"Go back? Not go to Leycester?" he demanded, incredulous and

astonished. "Do you know what you are saying?"

She smiled, a smile more bitter than tears.

"Yes, I know. Bear with me, Frank."

"Bear with you? What does she mean? Do you mean to say that you have

allowed yourself to be persuaded by this--this hound----?"

"Frank! Frank!"

"Do not stop him," came the quiet, overstrained voice of 'the hound.'

"This hound, I said," repeated the boy, bitterly. "Has he persuaded you

to break faith with Leycester? It is impossible. You would not, _could_

not, be so--so bad."

Stella looked at him, and the tears sprang to her eyes.

"Have pity, and--and--send him away," she said, without turning to

Jasper.

He went up to Frank, who drew back as he approached, as if he were

something loathsome.

"You are making your cousin unhappy by this conduct," he said. "It is

as she says. She has changed her mind."

"It is a lie," retorted Frank, fiercely. "You have frightened her and

tortured her into this. But you shall not succeed. It is easy for you

to frighten a woman, as easily as it is to entrap her; but you will

sing a different tune before a man. Stella, come with me. You must, you

_shall_ come. We will go to Lord Leycester."

"It is unnecessary," cried Jasper, quietly. "His lordship will be here

in a few minutes."

Stella started.

"No, no," she said, and moved to the door. Frank, staring at Jasper,

caught and held her.

"Is that a lie, too?" he demanded. "If not--if it be true--then we

will wait. We shall see how much longer you will be able to crow, Mr.

Adelstone!"

"Let us go, Frank," implored Stella. "You will let me go now?" And she

turned to Jasper.

Frank was almost driven to madness by her tone.

"What has he said and done to change you like this?" he said. "You

speak to him as if you were his slave!"

She looked at him sadly.

Jasper shook his head.

"Wait," he said--"it will be better that you wait. Trust me. I will

spare you as much as possible; but it will be better that he should

learn all that he has to learn from your lips, here and now."

She bowed her head, and still holding Frank's arm sank into a chair.

The boy was about to burst out again, but she stopped him.

"Hush!" she said, "do not speak, every word cuts me to the heart. Not a

word, dear--not another word. Let us wait."

They had not long to wait.

There was a sound of footsteps, hurried and noisy, on the stairs--an

impatient, resolute voice uttering a question--then the door was thrown

open, and Lord Leycester burst in!