My wife was sobbing. "So soon--so soon? I--Hammond, give me a little time!"
"I cannot, Elsie. My chief orders me to join him. You must prepare to accompany me."
"No, no!" murmured Elsie. "He loves me so! And I love 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 common hypocrite, who will be of us until the hour of self-sacrifice, and then fly like a 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. "How can I ever forsake him--he who was so good to me?"
"Nonsense! no weakness. He is not worthy of you. Go home and prepare for your journey. You know where to meet me. I will have everything ready, and by daybreak there shall be no trace of us left. Beware of permitting your husband to suspect anything. He is not very shrewd at such things--he thought I was a Jesuit in disguise--but we had better 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 was alone. I rose, and stepped silently into the open space in which he stood. His back was toward me. His arms were lifted high over his head with an exultant gesture, and I could see his profile, as it slightly turned toward me, illuminated with a smile of scornful triumph. I put my hand suddenly on his throat from behind, and flung him on the ground before he could utter a cry.
"Not a word," I said, unclasping a short-bladed knife which I carried; "answer my questions, or, by heaven, I will cut your throat from ear to ear!"
He looked up into my face with an unflinching eye, and set his lips as if resolved to suffer all.
"What are you? Who are you? What object have you in the seduction 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 face contracted spasmodically, but although a thin red thread of blood sprang out along the edge of the blade, Brake remained mute. An idea suddenly seized 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 seized him in my arms, and in a moment transported him to the margin of the steep, smooth cliff, the edge of which was garnished with the tough stems of the wild vine. He seemed to feel it was useless to struggle with me, so allowed me passively to roll him over the edge. When he was suspended in the air, I gave him a vine stem to cling to and let him go. He swung at a height of eighty feet, with face upturned and pale. He dared not look down. I seated myself on the edge of the cliff, and with my knife began to cut into the thick vine a foot or two above the place of his grasp. I was correct in my calculation. This terror was too much for 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 with starting eyeballs; "what do you ask?"
"What are you?" was my question, as I ceased cutting at the 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 Salt Lake, City, I suppose?"
"For God's sake, release me! I'll quit the place, never to come back. Do help me up, Dayton--I'm falling!"
I felt mightily inclined to let the villain drop; but it did not suit my purpose to be hung for murder, so I swung him back again on the sward, where he fell panting and exhausted.
"Will you quit the place to-night?" I said. "You'd better. By heaven, if you don't, I'll tell all the men in the village, and we'll lynch you, as sure as your name is Brake."
"I'll go--I'll go," he groaned. "I swear never to trouble you again."
"You ought to be hanged, you villain. Be off!"
He slunk away through the trees like a beaten dog; and I went home in a state bordering on despair. I found Elsie crying. She was sitting by the window as of old. I knew now why she gazed so constantly at the west. It was her Mecca. Something in my face, I suppose, told her that I was laboring under great excitement. She rose startled as soon as 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. You are a Mormon. I know all. You have become a convert to that apostle of hell, Brigham Young, and you cannot live with me. I love you still, Elsie, dearly; but--you must go and live with your father."
THE END
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