My Wife's Tempter

I

A PREDESTINED MARRIAGE

Elsie and I were to be married in less than a week. It was rathera
strange match, and I knew that some of our neighbors shook theirheads
over it and said that no good would come. The way it came to passwas
thus.

I loved Elsie Burns for two years, during which time she refusedme
three times. I could no more help asking her to have me, when the
chance offered, than I could help breathing or living. To loveher
seemed natural to me as existence. I felt no shame, only sorrow,when
she rejected me; I felt no shame either when I renewed my suit.The
neighbors called me mean-spirited to take up with any girl thathad
refused me as often as Elsie Burns had done; but what cared Iabout the
neighbors? If it is black weather, and the sun is under a cloudevery
day for a month, is that any reason why the poor farmer shouldnot hope
for the blue sky and the plentiful burst of warm light when thedark
month is over? I never entirely lost heart. Do not, however,mistake
me. I did not mope, and moan, and grow pale, after the manner of
poetical lovers. No such thing. I went bravely about my business,ate
and drank as usual, laughed when the laugh went round, and slept
soundly, and woke refreshed. Yet all this time I loved--desperately
loved--Elsie Burns. I went wherever I hoped to meet her, but didnot
haunt her with my attentions. I behaved to her as any friendlyyoung
man would have behaved: I met her and parted from her cheerfully.She
was a good girl, too, and behaved well. She had me in her power--how a
woman in Elsie's situation could have mortified a man in mine!--butshe
never took the slightest advantage of it. She danced with me whenI
asked her, and had no foolish fears of allowing me to see herhome of
nights, after a ball was over, or of wandering with me throughthe
pleasant New England fields when the wild flowers made the pathslike
roads in fairyland.

On the several disastrous occasions when I presented my suit Idid it
simply and manfully, telling her that I loved her very much, andwould
do everything to make her happy if she would be my wife. I madeno
fulsome protestations, and did not once allude to suicide. She,on the
other hand, calmly and gravely thanked me for my good opinion,but with
the same calm gravity rejected me. I used to tell her that I was
grieved; that I would not press her; that I would wait and hopefor some
change in her feelings. She had an esteem for me, she would say,but
could not marry me. I never asked her for any reasons. I hold itto be
an insult to a woman of sense to demand her reasons on such anoccasion.
Enough for me that she did not then wish to be my wife; so thatthe old
intercourse went on--she cordial and polite as ever, I never forone
moment doubting that the day would come when my roof tree wouldshelter
her, and we should smile together over our fireside at my longand
indefatigable wooing.

I will confess that at times I felt a little jealous--jealous ofa man
named Hammond Brake, who lived in our village. He was a weird,
saturnine fellow, who made no friends among the young men of the
neighborhood, but who loved to go alone, with his books and hisown
thoughts for company. He was a studious and, I believe, a learnedyoung
man, and there was no avoiding the fact that he possessedconsiderable
influence over Elsie. She liked to talk with him in corners, orin
secluded nooks of the forest, when we all went out blackberrygathering
or picnicking. She read books that he gave her, and whenever a
discussion arose relative to any topic higher than those ordinaryones
we usually canvassed, Elsie appealed to Brake for his opinion, asa
disciple consulting a beloved master. I confess that for a time Ifeared
this man as a rival. A little closer observation, however,convinced me
that my suspicions were unfounded. The relations between Elsieand
Hammond Brake were purely intellectual. She reverenced histalents and
acquirements, but she did not love him. His influence over her,
nevertheless, was none the less decided.

In time--as I thought all along--Elsie yielded. I was what was
considered a most eligible match, being tolerably rich, andElsie's
parents were most anxious to have me for a son-in-law. I was good-
looking and well educated enough, and the old people, I believe,
pertinaciously dinned all my advantages into my little girl'sears. She
battled against the marriage for a long time with a strange
persistence--all the more strange because she never alleged the
slightest personal dislike to me; but after a vigorouscannonading from
her own garrison (in which, I am proud to say, I did not in anyway
join), she hoisted the white flag and surrendered.

I was very happy. I had no fear about being able to gain Elsie'sheart.
I think--indeed I know--that she had liked me all along, and thather
refusals were dictated by other feelings than those of a personal
nature. I only guessed as much then. It was some time before Iknew
all.

As the day approached for our wedding Elsie did not appear at all
stricken with woe. The village gossips had not the smallestopportunity
for establishing a romance, with a compulsory bride for theheroine.
Yet to me it seemed as if there was something strange about her.A
vague terror appeared to beset her. Even in her most lovingmoments,
when resting in my arms, she would shrink away from me, andshudder as
if some cold wind had suddenly struck upon her. That it wascaused by no
aversion to me was evident, for she would the moment after, as ifto
make amends, give me one of those voluntary kisses that aresweeter than
all others.

Once only did she show any emotion. When the solemn question wasput to
her, the answer to which was to decide her destiny, I felt her
hand--which was in mine--tremble. As she gasped out a convulsive"Yes,"
she gave one brief, imploring glance at the gallery on the right.I
placed the ring upon her finger, and looked in the direction inwhich
she gazed. Hammond Brake's dark countenance was visible lookingover
the railings, and his eyes were bent sternly on Elsie. I turnedquickly
round to my bride, but her brief emotion, of whatever nature, had
vanished. She was looking at me anxiously, and smiling--somewhat
sadly--through her maiden's tears.

The months went by quickly, and we were very happy. I learnedthat
Elsie really loved me, and of my love for her she had proof longago. I
will not say that there was no cloud upon our little horizon.There was
one, but it was so small, and appeared so seldom, that I scarcelyfeared
it. The old vague terror seemed still to attack my wife. If I didnot
know her to be pure as heaven's snow, I would have said it was a
REMORSE. At times she scarcely appeared to hear what I said, sodeep
would be her reverie. Nor did those moods seem pleasant ones.When
rapt in such, her sweet features would contract, as if in ahopeless
effort to solve some mysterious problem. A sad pain, as it were,
quivered in her white, drooped eyelids. One thing I particularly
remarked: SHE SPENT HOURS AT A TIME GAZING AT THE WEST. There wasa
small room in our house whose windows, every evening, flamed withthe
red light of the setting sun. Here Elsie would sit and gazewestward,
so motionless and entranced that it seemed as if her soul wasgoing down
with the day. Her conduct to me was curiously varied. Sheapparently
loved me very much, yet there were times when she absolutelyavoided me.
I have seen her strolling through the fields, and left the housewith
the intention of joining her, but the moment she caught sight ofme
approaching she has fled into the neighboring copse, with soevident a
wish to avoid me that it would have been absolutely cruel tofollow.

Once or twice the old jealousy of Hammond Brake crossed my mind,but I
was obliged to dismiss it as a frivolous suspicion. Nothing in my
wife's conduct justified any such theory. Brake visited us onceor
twice a week--in fact, when I returned from my business in thevillage,
I used to find him seated in the parlor with Elsie, reading some
favorite author, or conversing on some novel literary topic; butthere
was no disposition to avoid my scrutiny. Brake seemed to come asa
matter of right; and the perfect unconsciousness of furnishingany
grounds for suspicion with which he acted was a sufficient answerto my
mind for any wild doubts that my heart may have suggested.

Still I could not but remark that Brake's visits were in somemanner
connected with Elsie's melancholy. On the days when he hadappeared and
departed, the gloom seemed to hang more thickly than ever overher head.
She sat, on such occasions, all the evening at the westernwindow,
silently gazing at the cleft in the hills through which the sunpassed
to his repose.

At last I made up my mind to speak to her. It seemed to me to bemy
duty, if she had a sorrow, to partake of it. I approached her onthe
matter with the most perfect confidence that I had nothing tolearn
beyond the existence of some girlish grief, which a confessionand a few
loving kisses would exorcise forever.

"Elsie," I said to her one night, as she sat, accordingto her custom,
gazing westward, like those maidens of the old ballads ofchivalry
watching for the knights that never came--"Elsie, what isthe matter
with you, darling? I have noticed a strange melancholy in you forsome
time past. Tell me all about it."

She turned quickly round and gazed at me with eyes wide open andface
filled with a sudden fear. "Why do you ask me that, Mark?"she
answered. "I have nothing to tell."

From the strange, startled manner in which this reply was given,I felt
convinced that she had something to tell, and instantly formed a
determination to discover what it was. A pang shot through myheart as
I thought that the woman whom I held dearer than anything onearth
hesitated to trust me with a petty secret.

I believed I understood. I was tolerably rich. I knew it couldnot be
any secret over milliners' bills or women's usual money troubles.God
help me! I felt sad enough at the moment, though I kissed herback and
ceased to question her. I felt sad, because my instinct told methat
she deceived me; and it is very hard to be deceived, even intrifles, by
those we love. I left her sitting at her favorite window, andwalked
out into the fields. I wanted to think.

I remained out until I saw lights in the parlor shining throughthe
dusky evening; then I returned slowly. As I passed the windows--which
were near the ground, our house being cottage-built--I looked in.
Hammond Brake was sitting with my wife. She was sitting in arocking
chair opposite to him, holding a small volume open on her lap.Brake
was talking to her very earnestly, and she was listening to himwith an
expression I had never before seen on her countenance. Awe, fear,and
admiration were all blent together in those dilating eyes. Sheseemed
absorbed, body and soul, in what this man said. I shuddered atthe
sight. A vague terror seized upon me; I hastened into the house.As I
entered the room rather suddenly, my wife started and hastilyconcealed
the little volume that lay on her lap in one of her wide pockets.As
she did so, a loose leaf escaped from the volume and slowlyfluttered to
the floor unobserved by either her or her companion. But I had myeye
upon it. I felt that it was a clew.

"What new novel or philosophical wonder have you both beenporing over?"
I asked quite gayly, stealthily watching at the same time thetelltale
embarrassment under which Elsie was laboring.

Brake, who was not in the least discomposed, replied. "That,"said he,
"is a secret which must be kept from you. It is an advancecopy, and is
not to be shown to anyone except your wife."

"Ha!" cried I, "I know what it is. It is yourvolume of poems that
Ticknor is publishing. Well, I can wait until it is regularly for
sale."

I knew that Brake had a volume in the hands of the publishinghouse I
mentioned, with a vague promise of publication some time in thepresent
century. Hammond smiled significantly, but did not reply. Heevidently
wished to cultivate this supposed impression of mine. Elsielooked
relieved, and heaved a deep sigh. I felt more than ever convincedthat
a secret was beneath all this. So I drew my chair over the fallenleaf
that lay unnoticed on the carpet, and talked and laughed withHammond
Brake gayly, as if nothing was on my mind, while all the time agreat
load of suspicion lay heavily at my heart.

At length Hammond Brake rose to go. I wished him good night, butdid
not offer to accompany him to the door. My wife supplied thisomitted
courtesy, as I had expected. The moment I was alone I picked upthe
book leaf from the floor. It was NOT the leaf of a volume ofpoems.
Beyond that, however, I learned nothing. It contained a string of
paragraphs printed in the biblical fashion, and the language was
biblical in style. It seemed to be a portion of some religiousbook.
Was it possible that my wife was being converted to the Romishfaith?
Yes, that was it. Brake was a Jesuit in disguise--I had heard ofsuch
things--and had stolen into the bosom of my family to plant therehis
destructive errors. There could be no longer any doubt of it.This was
some portion of a Romish book--some infamous Popish publication.Fool
that I was not to see it all before! But there was yet time. Iwould
forbid him the house.

I had just formed this resolution when my wife entered. I put the
strange leaf in my pocket and took my hat.

"Why, you are not going out, surely?" cried Elsie,surprised.

"I have a headache," I answered. "I will take ashort walk."

Elsie looked at me with a peculiar air of distrust. Her woman's
instinct told her that there was something wrong. Before shecould
question me, however, I had left the room and was walking rapidlyon
Hammond Brake's track.

He heard the footsteps, and I saw his figure, black against thesky,
stop and peer back through the dusk to see who was following him.

"It is I, Brake," I called out. "Stop; I wish tospeak with you."

He stopped, and in a minute or so we were walking side by sidealong the
road. My fingers itched at that moment to be on his throat. I
commenced the conversation.

"Brake," I said, "I'm a very plain sort of man,and I never say anything
without good reason. What I came after you to tell you is, that Idon't
wish you to come to my house any more, or to speak with Elsie any
farther than the ordinary salutations go. It's no joke. I'm quitein
earnest."

Brake started, and, stopping short, faced me suddenly in the road."What
have I done?" he asked. "You surely are too sensible aman to be
jealous, Dayton."

"Oh," I answered scornfully, "not jealous in theordinary sense of the
word, a bit. But I don't think your company good company for mywife,
Brake. If you WILL have it out of me, I suspect you of being aRoman
Catholic, and of trying to convert my wife."

A smile shot across his face, and I saw his sharp white teethgleam for
an instant in the dusk.

"Well, what if I am a Papist?" he said, with a strangetone of triumph
in his voice. "The faith is not criminal. Besides, whatproof have you
that I was attempting to proselyte your wife?"

"This," said I, pulling the leaf from my pocket--"thisleaf from one of
those devilish Papist books you and she were reading this evening.I
picked it up from the floor. Proof enough, I think!"

In an instant Brake had snatched the leaf from my hand and tornit into
atoms.

"You shall be obeyed," he said. "I will not speakwith Elsie as long as
she is your wife. Good night. You think I'm a Papist, then,Dayton?
You're a clever fellow!"

And with rather a sneering chuckle he marched on along the roadand
vanished into the darkness.


II

THE SECRET DISCOVERED


Brake came no more. I said nothing to Elsie about hisprohibition, and
his name was never mentioned. It seemed strange to me that sheshould
not speak of his absence, and I was very much puzzled by hersilence.
Her moodiness seemed to have increased, and, what was mostremarkable,
in proportion as she grew more and more reserved, the intenserwere the
bursts of affection which she exhibited for me. She would strainme to
her bosom and kiss me, as if she and I were about to be partedforever.
Then for hours she would remain sitting at her window, silentlygazing,
with that terrible, wistful gaze of hers, at the west.

I will confess to having watched my wife at this time. I couldnot help
it. That some mystery hung about her I felt convinced. I mustfathom
it or die. Her honor I never for a moment doubted; yet thereseemed to
weigh continually upon me the prophecy of some awful domesticcalamity.
This time the prophecy was not in vain.

About three weeks after I had forbidden Brake my house, I wasstrolling
over my farm in the evening apparently inspecting my agriculture,but in
reality speculating on that topic which latterly was ever presentto me.

There was a little knoll covered with evergreen oaks at the endof the
lawn. It was a picturesque spot, for on one side the bank wentoff into
a sheer precipice of about eighty feet in depth, at the bottom ofwhich
a pretty pool lay, that in the summer time was fringed with white
water-lilies. I had thought of building a summer-house in thisspot,
and now my steps mechanically directed themselves toward theplace. As
I approached I heard voices. I stopped and listened eagerly. Afew
seconds enabled me to ascertain that Hammond Brake and my wifewere in
the copse talking together. She still followed him, then; and he,
scoundrel that he was, had broken his promise. A fury seemed tofill my
veins as I made this discovery. I felt the impulse strong upon meto
rush into the grove, and then and there strangle the villain whowas
poisoning my peace. But with a powerful effort I restrainedmyself. It
was necessary that I should overhear what was said. I threwmyself flat
on the grass, and so glided silently into the copse until I was
completely within earshot. This was what I heard.

My wife was sobbing. "So soon--so soon? I--Hammond, give mea little
time!"

"I cannot, Elsie. My chief orders me to join him. You mustprepare to
accompany me."

"No, no!" murmured Elsie. "He loves me so! And Ilove him. Our child,
too--how can I rob him of our unborn babe?"

"Another sheep for our flock," answered Brake solemnly."Elsie, do you
forget your oath? Are you one of us, or are you a commonhypocrite, who
will be of us until the hour of self-sacrifice, and then fly likea
coward? Elsie, you must leave to-night."

"Ah! my husband, my husband!" sobbed the unhappy woman.

"You have no husband, woman," cried Brake harshly."I promised Dayton
not to speak to you as long as you were his wife, but the vow was
annulled before it was made. Your husband in God yet awaits you.You
will yet be blessed with the true spouse."

"I feel as if I were going to die," cried Elsie. "Howcan I ever
forsake him--he who was so good to me?"

"Nonsense! no weakness. He is not worthy of you. Go home andprepare
for your journey. You know where to meet me. I will haveeverything
ready, and by daybreak there shall be no trace of us left. Bewareof
permitting your husband to suspect anything. He is not veryshrewd at
such things--he thought I was a Jesuit in disguise--but we hadbetter be
careful. Now go. You have been too long here already. Bless you,
sister."

A few faint sobs, a rustling of leaves, and I knew that Brake wasalone.
I rose, and stepped silently into the open space in which hestood. His
back was toward me. His arms were lifted high over his head withan
exultant gesture, and I could see his profile, as it slightlyturned
toward me, illuminated with a smile of scornful triumph. I put myhand
suddenly on his throat from behind, and flung him on the groundbefore
he could utter a cry.

"Not a word," I said, unclasping a short-bladed knifewhich I carried;
"answer my questions, or, by heaven, I will cut your throatfrom ear to
ear!"

He looked up into my face with an unflinching eye, and set hislips as
if resolved to suffer all.

"What are you? Who are you? What object have you in theseduction of
my wife?"

He smiled, but was silent.

"Ah! you won't answer. We'll see."

I pressed the knife slowly against his throat. His facecontracted
spasmodically, but although a thin red thread of blood sprang outalong
the edge of the blade, Brake remained mute. An idea suddenlyseized me.
This sort of death had no terrors for him. I would try another.There
was the precipice. I was twice as powerful as he was, so I seizedhim
in my arms, and in a moment transported him to the margin of thesteep,
smooth cliff, the edge of which was garnished with the toughstems of
the wild vine. He seemed to feel it was useless to struggle withme, so
allowed me passively to roll him over the edge. When he wassuspended
in the air, I gave him a vine stem to cling to and let him go. Heswung
at a height of eighty feet, with face upturned and pale. He darednot
look down. I seated myself on the edge of the cliff, and with myknife
began to cut into the thick vine a foot or two above the place ofhis
grasp. I was correct in my calculation. This terror was too muchfor
him. As he saw the notch in the vine getting deeper and deeper,his
determination gave way.

"I'll answer you," he gasped out, gazing at me withstarting eyeballs;
"what do you ask?"

"What are you?" was my question, as I ceased cutting atthe stem.

"A Mormon," was the answer, uttered with a groan."Take me up. My
hands are slipping. Quick!"

"And you wanted my wife to follow you to that infernal SaltLake, City,
I suppose?"

"For God's sake, release me! I'll quit the place, never tocome back.
Do help me up, Dayton--I'm falling!"

I felt mightily inclined to let the villain drop; but it did notsuit my
purpose to be hung for murder, so I swung him back again on thesward,
where he fell panting and exhausted.

"Will you quit the place to-night?" I said. "You'dbetter. By heaven,
if you don't, I'll tell all the men in the village, and we'lllynch you,
as sure as your name is Brake."

"I'll go--I'll go," he groaned. "I swear never totrouble you again."

"You ought to be hanged, you villain. Be off!"

He slunk away through the trees like a beaten dog; and I wenthome in a
state bordering on despair. I found Elsie crying. She was sittingby
the window as of old. I knew now why she gazed so constantly atthe
west. It was her Mecca. Something in my face, I suppose, told herthat
I was laboring under great excitement. She rose startled as soonas I
entered the room.

"Elsie," said I, "I am come to take you home."

"Home? Why, I AM at home, am I not? What do you mean?"

"No. This is no longer your home. You have deceived me. Youare a
Mormon. I know all. You have become a convert to that apostle ofhell,
Brigham Young, and you cannot live with me. I love you still,Elsie,
dearly; but--you must go and live with your father."