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    For several days the Cubans were almost invisible, appearing only for a
    daily drive, a twilight saunter on the beach, or a brief visit to the
    ballroom, there to enjoy the excitement of the pastime in which they
    both excelled. Their apartments were in the quietest wing of the hotel,
    and from the moment of their occupancy seemed to acquire all the charms
    of home. The few guests admitted felt the atmosphere of poetry and peace
    that pervaded the nest which Love, the worker of miracles, had built
    himself even under that tumultuous roof. Strollers in the halls or along
    the breezy verandas often paused to listen to the music of instrument or
    voice which came floating out from these sequestered rooms. Frequent
    laughter and the murmur of conversation proved that ennui was unknown,
    and a touch of romance inevitably enhanced the interest wakened by the
    beautiful young pair, always together, always happy, never weary of the
    dolce far niente of this summer life.

    In a balcony like a hanging garden, sheltered from the sun by blossoming
    shrubs and vines that curtained the green nook with odorous shade,
    Pauline lay indolently swinging in a gaily fringed hammock as she had
    been wont to do in Cuba, then finding only pleasure in the luxury of
    motion which now failed to quiet her unrest. Manuel had put down the
    book to which she no longer listened and, leaning his head upon his
    hand, sat watching her as she swayed to and fro with thoughtful eyes
    intent upon the sea, whose murmurous voice possessed a charm more
    powerful than his own. Suddenly he spoke:

    "Pauline, I cannot understand you! For three weeks we hurried east and
    west to find this man, yet when found you shun him and seem content to
    make my life a heaven upon earth. I sometimes fancy that you have
    resolved to let the past sleep, but the hope dies as soon as born, for
    in moments like this I see that, though you devote yourself to me, the
    old purpose is unchanged, and I marvel why you pause."

    Her eyes came back from their long gaze and settled on him full of an
    intelligence which deepened his perplexity. "You have not learned to
    know me yet; death is not more inexorable or time more tireless than I.
    This week has seemed one of indolent delight to you. To me it has been
    one of constant vigilance and labor, for scarcely a look, act, or word
    of mine has been without effect. At first I secluded myself that Gilbert
    might contrast our life with his and, believing us all and all to one
    another, find impotent regret his daily portion. Three days ago accident
    placed an unexpected weapon in my hand which I have used in silence,
    lest in spite of promises you should rebel and end his trial too soon.
    Have you no suspicion of my meaning?"

    "None. You are more mysterious than ever, and I shall, in truth, believe
    you are the enchantress I have so often called you if your spells work
    invisibly."

    "They do not, and I use no supernatural arts, as I will prove to you.
    Take my lorgnette that lies behind you, part the leaves where the green
    grapes hang thickest, look up at the little window in the shadowy angle
    of the low roof opposite, and tell me what you see."

    "Nothing but a half-drawn curtain."

    "Ah! I must try the ruse that first convinced me. Do not show yourself,
    but watch, and if you speak, let it be in Spanish."

    Leaving her airy cradle, Pauline bent over the balcony as if to gather
    the climbing roses that waved their ruddy clusters in the wind. Before
    the third stem was broken Manuel whispered, "I see the curtain move; now
    comes the outline of a head, and now a hand, with some bright object in
    it. Santo Pablo! It is a man staring at you as coolly as if you were a
    lady in a balcony. What prying rascal is it?"

    "Gilbert."

    "Impossible! He is a gentleman."

    "If gentlemen play the traitor and the spy, then he is one. I am not
    mistaken; for since the glitter of his glass first arrested me I have
    watched covertly, and several trials as successful as the present have
    confirmed the suspicion which Babie's innocent complaints of his long
    absences aroused. Now do you comprehend why I remained in these rooms
    with the curtains seldom drawn? Why I swung the hammock here and let you
    sing and read to me while I played with your hair or leaned upon your
    shoulder? Why I have been all devotion and made this balcony a little
    stage for the performance of our version of the honeymoon for one
    spectator?"

    Still mindful of the eager eyes upon her, Pauline had been fastening the
    roses in her bosom as she spoke, and ended with a silvery laugh that
    made the silence musical with its heartsome sound. As she paused, Manuel
    flung down the lorgnette and was striding past her with ireful
    impetuosity, but the white arms took him captive, adding another figure
    to the picture framed by the green arch as she whispered decisively, "No
    farther! There must be no violence. You promised obedience and I exact
    it. Do you think detection to a man so lost to honor would wound as
    deeply as the sights which make his daily watch a torment? Or that a
    blow would be as hard to bear as the knowledge that his own act has
    placed you where you are and made him what he is? Silent contempt is the
    law now, so let this insult pass, unclench your hand and turn that
    defiant face to me, while I console you for submission with a kiss."

    He yielded to the command enforced by the caress but drew her jealously
    from sight, and still glanced rebelliously through the leaves, asking
    with a frown, "Why show me this if I may not resent it? How long must I
    bear with this man? Tell me your design, else I shall mar it in some
    moment when hatred of him conquers love of you."

    "I will, for it is tune, because though I have taken the first step you
    must take the second. I showed you this that you might find action
    pleasanter than rest, and you must bear with this man a little longer
    for my sake, but I will give you an amusement to beguile the time. Long
    ago you told me that Gilbert was a gambler. I would not believe it then,
    now I can believe anything, and you can convince the world of this vice
    of his as speedily as you will."

    "Do you wish me to become a gambler that I may prove him one? I also
    told you that he was suspected of dishonorable play--shall I load the
    dice and mark the cards to catch him in his own snares?"

    Manuel spoke bitterly, for his high spirit chafed at the task assigned
    him; womanly wiles seemed more degrading than the masculine method of
    retaliation, in which strength replaces subtlety and speedier vengeance
    brings speedier satisfaction. But Pauline, fast learning to play upon
    that mysterious instrument, the human heart, knew when to stimulate and
    when to soothe.

    "Do not reproach me that I point out a safer mode of operation than your
    own. You would go to Gilbert and by a hot word, a rash act, put your
    life and my happiness into his hands, for though dueling is forbidden
    here, he would not hesitate to break all laws, human or divine, if by so
    doing he could separate us. What would you gain by it? If you kill him
    he is beyond our reach forever, and a crime remains to be atoned for. If
    he kill you your blood will be upon my head, and where should I find
    consolation for the loss of the one heart always true and tender?"

    With the inexplicable prescience which sometimes foreshadows coming
    ills, she clung to him as if a vision of the future dimly swept before
    her, but he only saw the solicitude it was a sweet surprise to find he
    had awakened, and in present pleasure forgot past pain.

    "You shall not suffer from this man any grief that I can shield you
    from, rest assured of that, my heart. I will be patient, though your
    ways are not mine, for the wrong was yours, and the retribution shall be
    such as you decree."

    "Then hear your task and see the shape into which circumstances have
    molded my design. I would have you exercise a self-restraint that shall
    leave Gilbert no hold upon you, accept all invitations like that which
    you refused when we passed him on the threshold of the billiard room an
    hour ago, and seem to find in such amusements the same fascination as
    himself. Your skill in games of chance excels his, as you proved at home
    where these pastimes lose their disreputable aspect by being openly
    enjoyed. Therefore I would have you whet this appetite of his by losing
    freely at first--he will take a grim delight in lessening the fortune he
    covets--then exert all your skill till he is deeply in your debt. He has
    nothing but what is doled out to him by Babie's father, I find; he dare
    not ask help there for such a purpose; other resources have failed else
    he would not have married; and if the sum be large enough, it lays him
    under an obligation which will be a thorn in his flesh, the sharper for
    your knowledge of his impotence to draw it out. When this is done, or
    even while it is in progress, I would have you add the pain of a new
    jealousy to the old. He neglects this young wife of his, and she is
    eager to recover the affections she believes she once possessed. Help
    her, and teach Gilbert the value of what he now despises. You are young,
    comely, accomplished, and possessed of many graces more attractive than
    you are conscious of; your southern birth and breeding gift you with a
    winning warmth of manners in strong contrast to the colder natures
    around you; and your love for me lends an almost tender deference to
    your intercourse with all womankind. Amuse, console this poor girl, and
    show her husband what he should be; I have no fear of losing your heart
    nor need you fear for hers; she is one of those spaniel-like creatures
    who love the hand that strikes them and fawn upon the foot that spurns
    them."

    "Am I to be the sole actor in the drama of deceit? While I woo Babie,
    what will you do, Pauline?"

    "Let Gilbert woo me--have patience till you understand my meaning; he
    still loves me and believes I still return that love. I shall not
    undeceive him yet, but let silence seem to confess what I do not own in
    words. He fed me with false promises, let me build my life's happiness
    on baseless hopes, and rudely woke me when he could delude no longer,
    leaving me to find I had pursued a shadow. I will do the same. He shall
    follow me undaunted, undeterred by all obstacles, all ties; shall stake
    his last throw and lose it, for when the crowning moment comes I shall
    show him that through me he is made bankrupt in love, honor, liberty,
    and hope, tell him I am yours entirely and forever, then vanish like an
    ignis-fatuus, leaving him to the darkness of despair and defeat. Is not
    this a better retribution than the bullet that would give him peace at
    once?"

    Boy, lover, husband though he was, Manuel saw and stood aghast at the
    baleful spirit which had enslaved this woman, crushing all generous
    impulses, withering all gentle charities, and making her the saddest
    spectacle this world can show--one human soul rebelling against
    Providence, to become the nemesis of another. Involuntarily he recoiled
    from her, exclaiming, "Pauline! Are you possessed of a devil?"

    "Yes! One that will not be cast out till every sin, shame, and sorrow
    mental ingenuity can conceive and inflict has been heaped on that man's
    head. I thought I should be satisfied with one accusing look, one bitter
    word; I am not, for the evil genii once let loose cannot be recaptured.
    Once I ruled it, now it rules me, and there is no turning back. I have
    come under the law of fate, and henceforth the powers I possess will
    ban, not bless, for I am driven to whet and wield them as weapons which
    may win me success at the price of my salvation. It is not yet too late
    for you to shun the spiritual contagion I bear about me. Choose now, and
    abide by that choice without a shadow of turning, as I abide by mine.
    Take me as I am; help me willingly and unwillingly; and in the end
    receive the promised gift--years like the days you have called heaven
    upon earth. Or retract the vows you plighted, receive again the heart
    and name you gave me, and live unvexed by the stormy nature time alone
    can tame. Here is the ring. Shall I restore or keep it, Manuel?"

    Never had she looked more beautiful as she stood there, an image of
    will, daring, defiant, and indomitable, with eyes darkened by intensity
    of emotion, voice half sad, half stern, and outstretched hand on which
    the wedding ring no longer shone. She felt her power, yet was wary
    enough to assure it by one bold appeal to the strongest element of her
    husband's character: passions, not principles, were the allies she
    desired, and before the answer came she knew that she had gained them at
    the cost of innocence and self-respect.

    As Manuel listened, an expression like a dark reflection of her own
    settled on his face; a year of youth seemed to drop away; and with the
    air of one who puts fear behind him, he took the hand, replaced the
    ring, resolutely accepted the hard conditions, and gave all to love,
    only saying as he had said before, "Soul and body, I belong to you; do
    with me as you will."

    A fortnight later Pauline sat alone, waiting for her husband. Under the
    pretext of visiting a friend, she had absented herself a week, that
    Manuel might give himself entirely to the distasteful task she set him.
    He submitted to the separation, wrote daily, but sent no tidings of his
    progress, told her nothing when they met that night, and had left her an
    hour before asking her to have patience till he could show his finished
    work. Now, with her eye upon the door, her ear alert to catch the coming
    step, her mind disturbed by contending hopes and fears, she sat waiting
    with the vigilant immobility of an Indian on the watch. She had not long
    to look and listen. Manuel entered hastily, locked the door, closed the
    windows, dropped the curtains, then paused in the middle of the room and
    broke into a low, triumphant laugh as he eyed his wife with an
    expression she had never seen in those dear eyes before. It startled
    her, and, scarcely knowing what to desire or dread, she asked eagerly,
    "You are come to tell me you have prospered."

    "Beyond your hopes, for the powers of darkness seem to help us, and lead
    the man to his destruction faster than any wiles of ours can do. I am
    tired, let me lie here and rest. I have earned it, so when I have told
    all say, 'Love, you have done well,' and I am satisfied."

    He threw himself along the couch where she still sat and laid his head
    in her silken lap, her cool hand on his hot forehead, and continued in a
    muffled voice.

    "You know how eagerly Gilbert took advantage of my willingness to play,
    and soon how recklessly he pursued it, seeming to find the satisfaction
    you foretold, till, obeying your commands, I ceased losing and won sums
    which surprised me. Then you went, but I was not idle, and in the effort
    to extricate himself, Gilbert plunged deeper into debt; for my desire to
    please you seemed to gift me with redoubled skill. Two days ago I
    refused to continue the unequal conflict, telling him to give himself no
    uneasiness, for I could wait. You were right in thinking it would
    oppress him to be under any obligation to me, but wrong in believing he
    would endure, and will hardly be prepared for the desperate step he took
    to free himself. That night he played falsely, was detected, and though
    his opponent generously promised silence for Babie's sake, the affair
    stole out--he is shunned and this resource has failed. I thought he had
    no other, but yesterday he came to me with a strange expression of
    relief, discharged the debt to the last farthing, then hinted that my
    friendship with his wife was not approved by him and must cease. This
    proves that I have obeyed you in all things, though the comforting of
    Babie was an easy task, for, both loving you, our bond of sympathy and
    constant theme has been Pauline and her perfections."

    "Hush! No praise--it is a mockery. I am what one man's perfidy has made;
    I may yet learn to be worthy of another man's devotion. What more,
    Manuel?"

    "I thought I should have only a defeat to show you, but today has given
    me a strange success. At noon a gentleman arrived and asked for Gilbert.
    He was absent, but upon offering information relative to the time of his
    return, which proved my intimacy with him, this Seguin entered into
    conversation with me. His evident desire to avoid Mrs. Redmond and
    waylay her husband interested me, and when he questioned me somewhat
    closely concerning Gilbert's habits and movements of late, my suspicions
    were roused; and on mentioning the debt so promptly discharged, I
    received a confidence that startled me. In a moment of despair Gilbert
    had forged the name of his former friend, whom he believed abroad, had
    drawn the money and freed himself from my power, but not for long. The
    good fortune which has led him safely through many crooked ways seems to
    have deserted him in this strait. For the forgery was badly executed,
    inspection raised doubts, and Seguin, just returned, was at his banker's
    an hour after Gilbert, to prove the fraud; he came hither at once to
    accuse him of it and made me his confidant. What would you have had me
    do, Pauline? Time was short, and I could not wait for you."

    "How can I tell at once? Why pause to ask? What did you do?"

    "Took a leaf from your book and kept accusation, punishment, and power
    in my own hands, to be used in your behalf. I returned the money,
    secured the forged check, and prevailed on Seguin to leave the matter in
    my hands, while he departed as quietly as he had come. Babie's presence
    when we met tonight prevented my taking you into my counsels. I had
    prepared this surprise for you and felt a secret pride in working it out
    alone. An hour ago I went to watch for Gilbert. He came, I took him to
    his rooms, told him what I had done, added that compassion for his wife
    had actuated me. I left him saying the possession of the check was a
    full equivalent for the money, which I now declined to receive from such
    dishonorable hands. Are you satisfied, Pauline?"

    With countenance and gestures full of exultation she sprang up to pace
    the room, exclaiming, as she seized the forged paper, "Yes, that stroke
    was superb! How strangely the plot thickens. Surely the powers of
    darkness are working with us and have put this weapon in our hands when
    that I forged proved useless. By means of this we have a hold upon him
    which nothing can destroy unless he escape by death. Will he, Manuel?"

    "No; there was more wrath than shame in his demeanor when I accused him.
    He hates me too much to die yet, and had I been the only possessor of
    this fatal fact, I fancy it might have gone hard with me; for if ever
    there was murder in a man's heart it was in his when I showed him that
    paper and then replaced it next the little poniard you smile at me for
    wearing. This is over. What next, my queen?"

    There was energy in the speaker's tone but none in attitude or aspect,
    as, still lying where she had left him, he pillowed his head upon his
    arm and turned toward her a face already worn and haggard with the
    feverish weariness that had usurped the blithe serenity which had been
    his chiefest charm a month ago. Pausing in her rapid walk, as if
    arrested by the change that seemed to strike her suddenly, she recalled
    her thoughts from the dominant idea of her life and, remembering the
    youth she was robbing of its innocent delights, answered the wistful
    look which betrayed the hunger of a heart she had never truly fed, as
    she knelt beside her husband and, laying her soft cheek to his,
    whispered in her tenderest accents, "I am not wholly selfish or
    ungrateful, Manuel. You shall rest now while I sing to you, and tomorrow
    we will go away among the hills and leave behind us for a time the dark
    temptation which harms you through me."

    "No! Finish what you have begun. I will have all or nothing, for if we
    pause now you will bring me a divided mind, and I shall possess only the
    shadow of a wife. Take Gilbert and Babie with us, and end this devil's
    work without delay. Hark! What is that?"

    Steps came flying down the long hall, a hand tried the lock, then beat
    impetuously upon the door, and a low voice whispered with shrill
    importunity, "Let me in! Oh, let me in!"

    Manuel obeyed the urgent summons, and Mrs. Redmond, half dressed, with
    streaming hair and terror-stricken face, fled into Pauline's arms,
    crying incoherently, "Save me! Keep me! I never can go back to him; he
    said I was a burden and a curse, and wished I never had been born!"

    "What has happened, Babie? We are your friends. Tell us, and let us
    comfort and protect you if we can."

    But for a time speech was impossible, and the poor girl wept with a
    despairing vehemence sad to see, till their gentle efforts soothed her;
    and, sitting by Pauline, she told her trouble, looking oftenest at
    Manuel, who stood before them, as if sure of redress from him.

    "When I left here an hour or more ago I found my rooms still empty, and,
    though I had not seen my husband since morning, I knew he would be
    displeased to find me waiting, so I cried myself to sleep and dreamed of
    the happy time when he was kind, till the sound of voices woke me. I
    heard Gilbert say, 'Babie is with your wife, her maid tells me;
    therefore we are alone here. What is this mysterious affair, Laroche?'
    That tempted me to listen, and then, Manuel, I learned all the shame and
    misery you so generously tried to spare me. How can I ever repay you,
    ever love and honor you enough for such care of one so helpless and
    forlorn as I?"

    "I am repaid already. Let that pass, and tell what brings you here with
    such an air of fright and fear?"

    "When you were gone he came straight to the inner room in search of
    something, saw me, and knew I must have heard all he had concealed from
    me so carefully. If you have ever seen him when that fierce temper of
    his grows ungovernable, you can guess what I endured. He said such cruel
    things I could not bear it, and cried out that I would come to you, for
    I was quite wild with terror, grief, and shame, that seemed like oil to
    fire. He swore I should not, and oh, Pauline, he struck me! See, if I do
    not tell the living truth!"

    Trembling with excitement, Mrs. Redmond pushed back the wide sleeve of
    her wrapper and showed the red outline of a heavy hand. Manuel set his
    teeth and stamped his foot into the carpet with an indignant exclamation
    and the brief question, "Then you left him, Babie?"

    "Yes, although he locked me in my room, saying the law gave him the
    right to teach obedience. I flung on these clothes, crept noiselessly
    along the balcony till the hall window let me in, and then I ran to you.
    He will come for me. Can he take me away? Must I go back to suffer any
    more?"

    In the very act of uttering the words, Mrs. Redmond clung to Manuel with
    a cry of fear, for on the threshold stood her husband. A comprehensive
    glance seemed to stimulate his wrath and lend the hardihood wherewith to
    confront the three, saying sternly as he beckoned, "Babie, I am waiting
    for you."

    She did not speak, but still clung to Manuel as if he were her only
    hope. A glance from Pauline checked the fiery words trembling on his
    lips, and he too stood silent while she answered with a calmness that
    amazed him:

    "Your wife has chosen us her guardians, and I think you will scarcely
    venture to use force again with two such witnesses as these to prove
    that you have forfeited your right to her obedience and justify the step
    she has taken."

    With one hand she uncovered the discolored arm, with the other held the
    forgery before him. For a moment Gilbert stood daunted by these mute
    accusations, but just then his ire burned hottest against Manuel; and
    believing that he could deal a double blow by wounding Pauline through
    her husband, he ignored her presence and, turning to the young man,
    asked significantly, "Am I to understand that you refuse me my wife, and
    prefer to abide by the consequences of such an act?"

    Calmed by Pauline's calmness, Manuel only drew the trembling creature
    closer, and answered with his haughtiest mien, "I do; spare yourself the
    labor of insulting me, for having placed yourself beyond the reach of a
    gentleman's weapon, I shall accept no challenge from a--"

    A soft hand at his lips checked the opprobrious word, as Babie, true
    woman through it all, whispered with a broken sob, "Spare him, for I
    loved him once."

    Gilbert Redmond had a heart, and, sinful though it was, this generous
    forbearance wrung it with a momentary pang of genuine remorse, too
    swiftly followed by a selfish hope that all was not lost if through his
    wife he could retain a hold upon the pair which now possessed for him
    the strong attraction of both love and hate. In that brief pause this
    thought came, was accepted and obeyed, for, as if yielding to an
    uncontrollable impulse of penitent despair, he stretched his arms to his
    wife, saying humbly, imploringly, "Babie, come back to me, and teach me
    how I may retrieve the past. I freely confess I bitterly repent my
    manifold transgressions, and submit to your decree alone; but in
    executing justice, oh, remember mercy! Remember that I was too early
    left fatherless, motherless, and went astray for want of some kind heart
    to guide and cherish me. There is still time. Be compassionate and save
    me from myself. Am I not punished enough? Must death be my only
    comforter? Babie, when all others cast me off, will you too forsake me?"

    "No, I will not! Only love me, and I can forgive, forget, and still be
    happy!"

    Pauline was right. The spaniel-like nature still loved the hand that
    struck it, and Mrs. Redmond joyfully returned to the arms from which she
    had so lately fled. The tenderest welcome she had ever received from him
    welcomed the loving soul whose faith was not yet dead, for Gilbert felt
    the value this once neglected possession had suddenly acquired, and he
    held it close; yet as he soothed with gentle touch and tone, could not
    forbear a glance of triumph at the spectators of the scene.

    Pauline met it with that inscrutable smile of hers, and a look of
    intelligence toward her husband, as she said, "Did I not prophesy truly,
    Manuel? Be kind to her, Gilbert, and when next we meet show us a happier
    wife than the one now sobbing on your shoulder. Babie, good night and
    farewell, for we are off to the mountains in the morning."

    "Oh, let us go with you as you promised! You know our secret, you pity
    me and will help Gilbert to be what he should. I cannot live at home,
    and places like this will seem so desolate when you and Manuel are gone.
    May we, can we be with you a little longer?"

    "If Gilbert wishes it and Manuel consents, we will bear and forbear much
    for your sake, my poor child."

    Pauline's eye said, "Dare you go?" and Gilbert's answered, "Yes," as the
    two met with a somber fire in each; but his lips replied, "Anywhere with
    you, Babie," and Manuel took Mrs. Redmond's hand with a graceful warmth
    that touched her deeper than his words.

    "Your example teaches me the beauty of compassion, and Pauline's friends
    are mine."

    "Always so kind to me! Dear Manuel, I never can forget it, though I have
    nothing to return but this," and, like a grateful child, she lifted up
    her innocent face so wistfully he could only bend his tall head to
    receive the kiss she offered.

    Gilbert's black brows lowered ominously at the sight, but he never
    spoke; and, when her good-nights were over, bowed silently and carried
    his little wife away, nestling to him as if all griefs and pains were
    banished by returning love.

    "Poor little heart! She should have a smoother path to tread. Heaven
    grant she may hereafter; and this sudden penitence prove no sham."
    Manuel paused suddenly, for as if obeying an unconquerable impulse,
    Pauline laid a hand on either shoulder and searched his face with an
    expression which baffled his comprehension, though he bore it steadily
    till her eyes fell before his own, when he asked smilingly:

    "Is the doubt destroyed, cariña?"

    "No; it is laid asleep."

    Then as he drew her nearer, as if to make his peace for his unknown
    offense, she turned her cheek away and left him silently. Did she fear
    to find Babie's kiss upon his lips?
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