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<h2> CHAPTER XI. LUTTRA </h2>
<p>"Gentlemen," said he as he ushered us once more into his studio, "you have
presumed, and not without reason I should say, to infer that the original
of this portrait and the woman who has so long occupied the position of
sewing-woman in my house, are one and the same. You will no longer retain
that opinion when I inform you that this picture, strange as it may appear
to you, is the likeness of my wife."</p>
<p>"Wife!" We both were astonished as I take it, but it was my voice which
spoke. "We were ignorant you ever had a wife."</p>
<p>"No doubt," continued our host smiling bitterly, "that at least has evaded
the knowledge even of the detectives." Then with a return to his naturally
courteous manner, "She was never acknowledged by me as my wife, nor have
we ever lived together, but if priestly benediction can make a man and
woman one, that woman as you see her there is my lawful wife."</p>
<p>Rising, he softly turned the lovely, potent face back to the wall, leaving
us once more confronted by the dark and glowing countenance of his cousin.</p>
<p>"I am not called upon," said he, "to go any further with you than this. I
have told you what no man till this hour has ever heard from my lips, and
it should serve to exonerate me from any unjust suspicions you may have
entertained. But to one of my temperament, secret scandal and the gossip
it engenders is only less painful than open notoriety. If I leave the
subject here, a thousand conjectures will at once seize upon you, and my
name if not hers will become, before I know it, the football of gossip if
not of worse and deeper suspicion than has yet assailed me. Gentleman I
take you to be honest men; husbands, perhaps, and fathers; proud, too, in
your way and jealous of your own reputation and that of those with whom
you are connected. If I succeed in convincing you that my movements of
late have been totally disconnected with the girl whose cause you profess
solely to be interested in, may I count upon your silence as regards those
actions and the real motive that led to them?"</p>
<p>"You may count upon my discretion as regards all matters that do not come
under the scope of police duty," returned Mr. Gryce. "I haven't much time
for gossip."</p>
<p>"And your man here?"</p>
<p>"O, he's safe where it profits him to be."</p>
<p>"Very well, then, I shall count upon you."</p>
<p>And with the knitted brows and clinched hands of a proudly reticent man
who, perhaps for the first time in his life finds himself forced to reveal
his inner nature to the world, he began his story in these words:</p>
<p>"Difficult as it is for me to introduce into a relation like this the name
of my father, I shall be obliged to do so in order to make my conduct at a
momentous crisis of my life intelligible to you. My father, then, was a
man of strong will and a few but determined prejudices. Resolved that I
should sustain the reputation of the family for wealth and respectability,
he gave me to understand from my earliest years, that as long as I
preserved my manhood from reproach, I had only to make my wishes known, to
have them immediately gratified; while if I crossed his will either by
indulging in dissipation or engaging in pursuits unworthy of my name, I no
longer need expect the favor of his countenance or the assistance of his
purse.</p>
<p>"When, therefore, at a certain period of my life, I found that the charms
of my cousin Evelyn were making rather too strong an impression upon my
fancy for a secured peace of mind, I first inquired how such a union would
affect my father, and learning that it would be in direct opposition to
his views, cast about in my mind what I should do to overcome my passion.
Travel suggested itself, and I took a trip to Europe. But the sight of new
faces only awakened in me comparisons anything but detrimental to the
beauty of her who was at that time my standard of feminine loveliness.
Nature and the sports connected with a wild life were my next resort. I
went overland to California, roamed the orange groves of Florida, and
probed the wildernesses of Canada and our Northern states. It was during
these last excursions that an event occurred which has exercised the most
material influence upon my fate, though at the time it seemed to me no
more than the matter of a day.</p>
<p>"I had just returned from Canada and was resting in tolerable enjoyment of
a very beautiful autumn at Lake George, when a letter reached me from a
friend then loitering in the vicinity, urging me to join him in a certain
small town in Vermont where trout streams abounded and what is not so
often the case under the circumstances, fishers were few.</p>
<p>"Being in a somewhat reckless mood I at once wrote a consent, and before
another day was over, started for the remote village whence his letter was
postmarked. I found it by no means easy of access. Situated in the midst
of hills some twenty miles or so distant from any railroad, I discovered
that in order to reach it, a long ride in a stage-coach was necessary,
followed by a somewhat shorter journey on horseback. Not being acquainted
with the route, I timed my connections wrong, so that when evening came I
found myself riding over a strange road in the darkest night I had ever
known. As if this was not enough, my horse suddenly began to limp and
presently became so lame I found it impossible to urge her beyond a slow
walk. It was therefore with no ordinary satisfaction that I presently
beheld a lighted building in the distance, which as I approached resolved
itself into an inn. Stopping in front of the house, which was closed
against the chill night air, I called out lustily for someone to take my
horse, whereupon the door opened and a man appeared on the threshold with
a lantern in his hand. I at once made my wishes known, receiving in turn a
somewhat gruff,</p>
<p>"'Well it is a nasty night and it will be nastier before it's over;' an
opinion instantly endorsed by a sudden swoop of wind that rushed by at
that moment, slamming the door behind him and awakening over my head a
lugubrious groaning as from the twisting boughs of some old tree, that was
almost threatening in its character.</p>
<p>"'You had better go in,' said he, 'the rain will come next.'</p>
<p>"I at once leaped from my horse and pushing open the door with main
strength, entered the house. Another man met me on the threshold who
merely pointing over his shoulder to a lighted room in his rear, passed
out without a word, to help the somewhat younger man, who had first
appeared, in putting up my horse. I at once accepted his silent invitation
and stepped into the room before me. Instantly I found myself confronted
by the rather startling vision of a young girl of a unique and haunting
style of beauty, who rising at my approach now stood with her eyes on my
face and her hands resting on the deal table before which she had been
sitting, in an attitude expressive of mingled surprise and alarm. To see a
woman in that place was not so strange; but such a woman! Even in the
first casual glance I gave her, I at once acknowledged to myself her
extraordinary power. Not the slightness of her form, the palor of her
countenance, or the fairness of the locks of golden red hair that fell in
two long braids over her bosom, could for a moment counteract the effect
of her dark glance or the vivid almost unearthly force of her expression.
It was as if you saw a flame upstarting before you, waving tremulously
here and there, but burning and resistless in its white heat. I took off
my hat with deference.</p>
<p>"A shudder passed over her, but she made no effort to return my
acknowledgement. As we cast our eyes dilating with horror, down some
horrible pit upon whose verge we suddenly find ourselves, she allowed her
gaze for a moment to dwell upon my face, then with a sudden lifting of her
hand, pointed towards the door as if to bid me depart—when it swung
open with that shrill rushing of wind that involuntarily awakes a shudder
within you, and the two men entered and came stamping up to my side.
Instantly her hand sunk, not feebly as with fear, but calmly as if at the
bidding of her will, and without waiting for them to speak, she turned
away and quietly left the room. As the door closed upon her I noticed that
she wore a calico frock and that her face did not own one perfect feature.</p>
<p>"'Go after Luttra and tell her to make up the bed in the northwest room,'
said the elder of the two in deep gutteral tones unmistakably German in
their accent, to the other who stood shaking the wet off his coat into the
leaping flames of a small wood fire that burned on the hearth before us.</p>
<p>"'O, she'll do without my bothering,' was the sullen return. 'I'm wet
through.'</p>
<p>"The elder man, a large powerfully framed fellow of some fifty years or
so, frowned. It was an evil frown, and the younger one seemed to feel it.
He immediately tossed his coat onto a chair and left the room.</p>
<p>"'Boys are so obstropolous now-a-days,' remarked his companion to me with
what he evidently intended for a conciliatory nod. 'In my time they were
broke in, did what they were told and asked no questions.'</p>
<p>"I smiled to myself at his calling the broad shouldered six-footer who had
just left us a boy, but merely remarking, 'He is your son is he not!'
seated myself before the blaze which shot up a tongue of white flame at my
approach, that irresistibly recalled to my fancy the appearance of the
girl who had gone out a moment before.</p>
<p>"'O, yes, he is my son, and that girl you saw here was my daughter; I keep
this inn and they help me, but it is a slow way to live, I can tell you.
Travel on these roads is slim.'</p>
<p>"'I should think likely,' I returned, remembering the half dozen or so
hills up which I had clambered since I took to my horse. 'How far are we
from Pentonville?'</p>
<p>"'O, two or three miles,' he replied, but in a hurried kind of a way. 'Not
far in the daytime but a regular journey in a night like this?'</p>
<p>"'Yes,' said I, as the house shook under a fresh gust; 'it is fortunate I
have a place in which to put up.'</p>
<p>"He glanced down at my baggage which consisted of a small hand bag, an
over-coat and a fishing pole, with something like a gleam of
disappointment.</p>
<p>"'Going fishing?' he asked.</p>
<p>"'Yes,' I returned.</p>
<p>"'Good trout up those streams and plenty of them,' he went on. 'Going
alone?'</p>
<p>"I did not half like his importunity, but considering I had nothing better
to do, replied as affably as possible. 'No, I expect to meet a friend in
Pentonville who will accompany me."</p>
<p>"His hand went to his beard in a thoughtful attitude and he cast me what,
with my increased experience of the world, I should now consider a
sinister glance. 'Then you are expected?' said he.</p>
<p>"Not considering this worth reply, I stretched out my feet to the blaze
and began to warm them, for I felt chilled through.</p>
<p>"'Been on the road long?' he now asked, glancing at the blue flannel suit
I wore.</p>
<p>"'All summer,' I returned,</p>
<p>"I again thought he looked disappointed.</p>
<p>"'From Troy or New York?' he went on with a vague endeavor to appear good
naturally off hand.</p>
<p>"'New York.'</p>
<p>"'A big place that,' he continued. 'I was there once, lots of money stored
away in them big buildings down in Wall Street, eh?'</p>
<p>"I assented, and he drew a chair up to my side, a proceeding that was
interrupted, however, by the reentrance of his son, who without any
apology crowded into the other side of the fire-place in a way to sandwich
me between them. Not fancying this arrangement which I, however, imputed
to ignorance, I drew back and asked if my room was ready. It seemed it was
not, and unpleasantly as it promised, I felt forced to reseat myself and
join in, if not support, the conversation that followed.</p>
<p>"A half hour passed away, during which the wind increased till it almost
amounted to a gale. Spurts of rain dashed against the windows with a sharp
crackling sound that suggested hail, while ever and anon a distant roll as
of rousing thunder, rumbled away among the hills in a long and
reverberating peal, that made me feel glad to be housed even under the
roof of these rude and uncongenial creatures. Suddenly the conversation
turned upon the time and time-pieces, when in a low even tone I heard
murmured behind me,</p>
<p>"'The gentleman's room is ready;' and turning, I saw standing in the
doorway the slight figure of the young girl whose appearance had
previously so impressed me.</p>
<p>"I immediately arose. 'Then I will proceed to it at once,' said I, taking
up my traps and advancing towards her.</p>
<p>"'Do not be alarmed if you hear creaks and cracklings all over the house,'
observed the landlord as I departed. 'The windows are loose and the doors
ill-fitting. In such a storm as this they make noise enough to keep an
army awake. The house is safe enough though and if you don't mind noise—'</p>
<p>"'O I don't mind noise,' rejoined I, feeling at that moment tired enough
to fall into a doze on the staircase. 'I shall sleep, never fear,' and
without further ado followed the girl upstairs into a large clumsily
furnished room whose enormous bed draped with heavy curtains at once
attracted my attention.</p>
<p>"'O I cannot sleep under those things,' remarked I, with a gesture towards
the dismal draperies which to me were another name for suffocation.</p>
<p>"With a single arm-sweep she threw them back. 'Is there anything more I
can do for you?' asked she, glancing hastily about the room.</p>
<p>"I thanked her and said 'no,' at which she at once departed with a look of
still determination upon her countenance that I found it hard to explain.</p>
<p>"Left alone in that large, bare and dimly lighted room, with the wind
shrieking in the chimney and the powerful limbs of some huge tree beating
against the walls without, with a heavy thud inexpressibly mournful, I
found to my surprise and something like dismay, that the sleepiness which
had hitherto oppressed me, had in some unaccountable way entirely fled. In
vain I contemplated the bed, comfortable enough now in its appearance that
the stifling curtains were withdrawn; no temptation to invade it came to
arouse me from the chair into which I had thrown myself. It was as if I
felt myself under the spell of some invisible influence that like the eye
of a basilisk, held me enchained. I remember turning my head towards a
certain quarter of the wall as if I half expected to encounter there the
bewildering glance of a serpent. Yet far from being apprehensive of any
danger, I only wondered over the weakness of mind that made such fancies
possible.</p>
<p>"An extra loud swirl of the foliage without, accompanied by a quick
vibration of the house, aroused me at last. If I was to lose the sense of
this furious storm careering over my head, I must court sleep at once.
Rising, I drew off my coat, unloosened my vest and was about to throw it
off, when I bethought me of a certain wallet it contained. Going to the
door in some unconscious impulse of precaution I suppose, I locked myself
in, and then drawing out my wallet, took from it a roll of bills which I
put into a small side pocket, returning the wallet to its old place.</p>
<p>"Why I did this I can scarcely say. As I have before intimated, I was
under no special apprehension. I was at that time anything but a
suspicious man, and the manner and appearance of the men below struck me
as unpleasantly disagreeable but nothing more. But I not only did what I
have related, but allowed the lamp to remain lighted, lying down finally
in my clothes; an almost unprecedented act on my part, warranted however
as I said to myself, by the fury of the gale which at that time seemed as
if it would tumble the roof over our heads.</p>
<p>"How long I lay listening to the creakings and groanings of the rickety
old house, I cannot say, nor how long I remained in the doze which finally
seized me as I became accustomed to the sounds around and over me. Enough
that before the storm had passed its height, I awoke as if at the touch of
a hand, and leaping with a bound out of the bed, beheld to my incredible
amazement, the alert, nervous form of Luttra standing before me. She had
my coat in her hand, and it was her touch that had evidently awakened me.</p>
<p>"'I want you to put this on,' said she in a low thrilling tone totally new
in my experience, 'and come with me. The house is unsafe for you to remain
in. Hear how it cracks and trembles. Another blast like that and we shall
be roofless.'</p>
<p>"She was moving toward the door, which to my amazement stood ajar, but my
hesitation stopped her.</p>
<p>"'Won't you come?' she whispered, turning her face towards me with a look
of such potent determination, I followed in spite of myself 'I dare not
let you stay here, your blood will be upon my head.'</p>
<p>"'You exaggerate,' I replied, shrinking back with a longing look at the
comfortable bed I had just left. 'These old houses are always strong. It
will take many such a gust as that you hear, to overturn it, I assure
you.'</p>
<p>"'I exaggerate!' she returned with a look of scorn impossible to describe.
'Hark!' she said, 'hear that.'</p>
<p>"I did hear, and I must acknowledge that it seemed is if we were about to
be swept from our foundations.</p>
<p>"'Yes,' said I, 'but it is a fearful night to be out in.'</p>
<p>"'I shall go with you,' said she.</p>
<p>"'In that case—' I began with an ill-advised attempt at gallantry
which she cut short with a gesture.</p>
<p>"'Here is your hat,' remarked she, 'and here is your bag. The fishing-pole
must remain, you cannot carry it.'</p>
<p>"'But,—' I expostulated.</p>
<p>"'Hush!' said she with her ear turned towards the depths of the staircase
at the top of which we stood. 'My father and brother will think as you do
that it is folly to leave the shelter of a roof for the uncertainties of
the road on such a night as this, but you must not heed them. I tell you
shelter this night is danger, and that the only safety to be found is on
the stormy highway.'</p>
<p>"And without waiting for my reply, she passed rapidly down stairs, pushed
open a door at the bottom, and stepped at once into the room we had left
an hour or so before.</p>
<p>"What was there in that room that for the first time struck an ominous
chill as of distinct peril through my veins? Nothing at first sight,
everything at the second. The fire which had not been allowed to die out,
still burned brightly on the ruddy hearthstone, but it was not that which
awakened my apprehension. Nor was it the loud ticking clock on the
mantel-piece with its hand pointing silently to the hour of eleven. Nor
yet the heavy quiet of the scantily-furnished room with its one lamp
burning on the deal table against the side of the wall. It was the sight
of those two powerful men drawn up in grim silence, the one against the
door leading to the front hall, the other against that opening into the
kitchen.</p>
<p>"A glance at Luttra standing silent and undismayed at my side, however,
instantly reassured me. With that will exercised in my favor, I could not
but win through whatever it was that menaced me. Slinging my bag over my
shoulder, I made a move towards the door and the silent figure of my host.
But with a quick outreaching of her hand, she drew me back.</p>
<p>"'Stand still!' said she. 'Karl,' she went on, turning her face towards
the more sullen but less intent countenance of her brother, 'open the door
and let this gentleman pass. He finds the house unsafe in such a gale and
desires to leave it. At once!' she continued as her brother settled
himself more determinedly against the lock: 'I don't often ask favors.'</p>
<p>"'The man is a fool that wants to go out in a night like this,' quoth the
fellow with a dogged move; 'and so are you to encourage it. I think too
much of your health to allow it.'</p>
<p>"She did not seem to hear. 'Will you open the door?' she went on, not
advancing a step from the fire, before which she had placed herself and
me.'</p>
<p>"'No, I won't,' was the brutal reply. 'Its been locked for the night and
its not me nor one like me, that will open it.'</p>
<p>"With a sudden whitening of her already pale face, she turned towards her
father. He was not even looking at her.</p>
<p>"'Some one must open the house,' said she, glancing back at her brother.
'This gentleman purposes to leave and his whim must be humored. Will you
unlock that door or shall I?'</p>
<p>"An angry snarl interrupted her. Her father had bounded from the door
where he stood and was striding hastily towards her. In my apprehension I
put up my arm for a shield, for he looked ready to murder her, but I let
it drop again as l caught her glance which was like white flame
undisturbed by the least breeze of personal terror.</p>
<p>"'You will stop there,' said she, pointing to a spot a few feet from where
she stood. 'Another step and I let that for which I have heard you declare
you would peril your very soul, fall into the heart of the flames.' And
drawing from her breast a roll of bills, she stretched them out above the
fire before which she was standing.</p>
<p>"'You ——-' broke from the gray-bearded lips of the old man,
but he stopped where he was, eyeing those bills as if fascinated.</p>
<p>"'I am not a girl of many words, as you know,' continued she in a lofty
tone inexpressibly commanding. 'You may strangle me, you may kill me, it
matters little; but this gentleman leaves the house this night, or I
destroy the money with a gesture.'</p>
<p>"'You ——-' again broke from those quivering lips, but the old
man did not move.</p>
<p>"Not so the younger. With a rush he left his post and in another instant
would have had his powerful arms about her slender form, only that I met
him half way with a blow that laid him on the floor at her feet. She said
nothing, but one of the bills immediately left her hand and fluttered into
the fire where it instantly shrivelled into nothing.</p>
<p>"With the yell of a mad beast wounded in his most vulnerable spot, the old
man before us stamped with his heel upon the floor.</p>
<p>"'Stop!' cried he; and going rapidly to the front door he opened it.
'There!' shrieked he, 'if you will be fools, go! and may the lightning
blast you. But first give me the money.'</p>
<p>"'Come from the door,' said she, reaching out her left hand for the
lantern hanging at the side of the fireplace, 'and let Karl light this and
keep himself out of the way.'</p>
<p>"It was all done. In less time than I can tell it, the old man had stepped
from the door, the younger one had lit the lantern and we were in
readiness to depart.</p>
<p>"'Now do you proceed,' said she to me, 'I will follow.'</p>
<p>"'No,' said I, 'we will go together.'</p>
<p>"'But the money?' growled the heavy voice of my host over my shoulder.</p>
<p>"'I will give it to you on my return,' said the girl."</p>
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