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By , I only want to hear that word, to know that the man is a rascal!" "Very well, sir, I shall be under the necessity of seeking out your niece." "My niece!" roared Jaspar, terror-stricken. "Did you not see her buried at Vicksburg?" "It might have been she, but it is scarcely possible." "Hell!" shouted Jaspar, unable to govern his fury.
Jaspar Hume was writing with numbed fingers. The extract that follows is taken from his diary. It tells that day's life, and so gives an idea of harder, sterner days that they had spent and must yet spend, on this weary journey. December 25th. This is Christmas Day and Camp twenty-seven. We have marched only five miles to-day. We are eighty miles from Great Fish River, and the worst yet to do.
It needed not a second thought to convince him of his duty. He had saved her life, and, forgetful of the danger of thus exposing his person, he stood by and saw her conveyed to her state-room. He heard Jaspar call for her deliverer, and offer a reward. This he knew, if no one else did, was gross hypocrisy, and in the indignation of his honest heart he had stepped forward to confront him.
About noon the Chalmetta arrived at Baton Rouge, where, according to previous arrangement, and much to the joy of the perplexed uncle, De Guy came on board. Jaspar greeted him with more than usual courtesy, and felt, to as great a degree as guilt can feel it, a relief from the embarrassments which surrounded him.
I had not the time, then, to convince you of the fact; and, I trust, you will pardon the little subterfuge I adopted to promote your own views." Jaspar opened his eyes, and fixed them in a broad stare upon big companion. "Explain yourself," said he. "Everything has come out right, has it not?" "Yes." "You are in quiet possession?" "Yes."
It seemed reasonably certain that Jaspar, failing to see Leveson at the office, would try to speak to him at the hotel. From my knowledge of the man's temperament and character, I was certain that he would not shoot down his enemy without warning. So I walked up to the hotel feeling easier in my mind. The clerk, whom I knew well, assigned me a room.
You have been a traitor, sir! a traitor! and, tear out my heart, but I will swing, before I have anything further to do with you!" roared Jaspar, with compound emphasis, as he rose from his chair, and advanced to the brandy-bottle. "Gently, Mr. Dumont, gently! Do not get into a passion! May I ask what you mean by traitor?
Faxon; "your soul is still free from the heavy burden of such a guilt. Dalhousie and his wife live." "You lie, canting hypocrite! No mortal arm can save them. They have been eight days in my slave jail. Here are the keys," gasped Jaspar, drawing them from his pocket. "You shall see; I will call them," said Mr. Faxon.
In the excitement and exertion attendant upon the incident, Henry Carroll had not recognized Hatchie; and, while Jaspar inquired for her deliverer, he had been seeking the surgeon. Henry thought of nothing but her safety. Hatchie at once knew the voice of Henry, but, knowing nothing of the relation between him and his mistress, he feared to trust him with his secret.
However, he succeeded in giving a description, which, from its general terms, might have applied to one mourning ring as well as another. "Is this the one?" asked Dalhousie, with an anxiety which he could scarcely conceal, as he produced a ring. "That is it," replied Jaspar, confidently; and the jewel did bear some resemblance to that worn by Emily. "But where did you obtain this?"
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