Three millions! or, The way of the world
even his devotion to Julia and her mother, in sickness, was grounded
on a selfish policy. Though Dr. Lynch did love Julia with all the
earnestness of which his vile nature was capable, he lost even the
credit of this genuine sentiment.
All the doctor’s base plans were not yet apparent to the Hungerfords;
and they could not perceive that he was actuated by any other motive
than jealousy--the desire to possess Julia. There was but little
prospect that he would inherit the contingent half million, as it
appeared to them, and therefore the conduct of the doctor seemed to be
less contemptible than it really was, as the sequel will show.
Dick Birch and Eugene Hungerford supposed the doctor would not tamely
submit to his banishment from Pine Hill. He loved Julia; he had wooed
her as an enthusiastic lover, though she doubted his affection. It was
a cruel fate to be excluded from her presence, though it would have
been the height of impudence for a man who had attempted to commit a
murder to bestow another thought upon her. But the doctor was not like
other men; and the genius for treachery and deceit, which had carried
him safely through his former trials, might again be called into action
to explain away the poison, and to make peace with the Hungerfords on
the ruin of Dick Birch.
Dr. Lynch had threatened to appeal to the people--to the public
sentiment of Poppleton--for his justification. He was bold enough and
unscrupulous enough to do so. It would be an easy thing for a man so
powerful as the popular physician to make the people believe in his
wrongs. He could readily persuade them that he was the victim of a
conspiracy; that Birch, from jealousy, had invented the illusion of
the poisoned globules. The fact that no legal steps had been taken
by the family--that not even Dick Birch had publicly proclaimed the
story--would operate in the doctor’s favor.
Eugene believed the wretch would resort to measures of this kind to
vindicate himself. He was prepared for such action; he was fully
resolved that, when the doctor made his first move, he should be
arrested, and the whole matter passed upon by a court of justice.
It was true, a conviction could not be expected; the doctor would
escape upon a “reasonable doubt,” for the evidence was entirely
circumstantial, and the connection between the parts was not perfect.
But Dr. Lynch did not mention the subject. He drove furiously through
the streets of Poppleton, as before; he ate good suppers at the Bell
River House, and was as popular as ever with the multitude. He did
not even sneer when Dick Birch or the Hungerfords were alluded to; he
avoided all mention of them himself, but he spoke of them respectfully
when compelled to speak. Hungerford waited weeks and months for the
development of the doctor’s plan of redemption, assured that it was
yet to come; but there was not the slightest demonstration in that
direction. If he had known what thoughts and purposes filled the mind
of the demigod of Poppleton--as he still was--he would have been better
prepared for his politic silence.
It was not possible that men so prominent as Eugene and Dr. Lynch
could wholly avoid each other, or that Dick could entirely escape
the presence of his intended murderer. They met in public places--in
the church, in town meeting, in the library, in the streets, and not
unfrequently at the social gatherings of the two villages. They bowed
to each other; they even spoke upon indifferent topics when compelled
to do so, and it was many weeks before the people discovered that the
doctor had ceased to visit Pine Hill. The sufferer had the tact to
explain everything in a plausible manner. He had given up Julia, and
he left people to infer that his absence was caused by the severing of
his relations with her. People were sorry for the doctor; they thought
he ought to marry Julia, if he loved her; he was more popular than Dick
Birch, blunt, honest, and plain-spoken as the latter was, and they
sympathized with the doctor.
Eugene was not satisfied with himself, in the mean time. It was
wicked to let such a man as Dr. Lynch play upon the credulity of the
people--to pass himself off as an honest man. It was trifling with the
justice of God and man to allow a murderer at heart to go at large, to
be petted by the public, to become the joy and the solace of young and
innocent maidens, as well as old men and decrepit women; to be the
counsellor, guide, and friend of all. It was true that his conduct, so
far as was known, was unexceptionable; even the ministers, who thought
the doctor was rather “fast,” did not believe he was a bad man.
Eugene was troubled, and felt that he himself, as well as the doctor,
stood in a false position. He could not avoid the conclusion that it
was his duty to expose the hypocrite, and it required all of Dick
Birch’s logic and eloquence to keep him quiet. Mrs. Hungerford and
Julia, in their gratitude to the skilful and devoted physician, would
not have the doctor injured. They reasoned that, if exposed, he would
lose all incentives to even an outwardly correct life; the simple
facts, if proved, would ruin him, and cast loose upon the world all the
evil propensities of his nature. Dick, as a lawyer, reasoned that the
evidence was fatally deficient, and it would be demoralizing to the
public conscience to exhibit a crime which could not be proved. Instead
of sustaining the majesty of justice, the exposure would tend to bring
it into contempt. A crime was to be alleged, but not proved.
The culprit had been in the library where the globules were kept; he
had protested when they were offered to Julia. He alone could have
known that the pellets were poison, which satisfied the family of his
guilt. But the doctor was a bitter enemy of homœopathy, and a jury
would attribute his protest--the full force of which could only be
appreciated by those who had seen his pale face and heard his earnest
words--to his dislike of the system; and he was certain to escape.
Eugene could not even say that, as a juryman, he should be willing to
convict a man on the evidence that could be adduced. Once more the
tempest was permitted to subside. Eugene and Dick bowed to the doctor,
and the doctor bowed to Eugene and Dick, when they met. Julia, Mrs.
Hungerford the elder, and Mrs. Hungerford the younger, were coldly
polite to him; and each party was scrupulously careful not to injure
the other in word or deed. They were at war, but a perpetual truce had
been tacitly agreed upon.
If Julia Hungerford had ever hesitated between her two devoted lovers,
there was no longer any room for a doubt. The doctor had fallen, and
had disappeared like a lost star from the firmament of her imagination,
but Dick Birch had become a whole constellation of himself. The
comparison in her mind between Dick and the doctor, always favorable to
the former, had now become a contrast.
One morning, a month after Dr. Lynch had made his last visit to Pine
Hill, as Dick was coming up from the river, he met Julia near the
brook. He was about to cross the bridge, which he had planned and built
with the proprietor’s consent, when he discovered her. He came to a
halt, and awaited her approach. The scene on the former occasion, when
he had first spoken to her of his love, came vividly to his mind. Close
by was the bench on which they had sat.
“Met again,” said he.
She stopped as she was about to step upon the bridge. She smiled and
she blushed. The figure of speech used by Dick when they met before
came to her mind. They were on opposite sides of the stream.
“Why do you stop?” asked Dick.
“You startled me; I did not see you till you spoke.”
“Stop, if you please, Julia. I have built my bridge. Have you built
yours?”
“I am not a bridge builder.”
“We are still on opposite sides of the stream, Julia. If you come over
you are mine,” laughed Dick.
“Of course you do not expect me to go over in the face of a threat,”
she replied, turning abruptly on her heel, and walking away.
Dick was vexed.
“Julia!”
“Well, Dick?”
“I am going to build a monument on the spot where you stood,” he added,
joining her.
“I protest; it would obstruct the path.”
“Then I will remove the bridge and the path. I wish the bridge were
burned up.”
“Burn it then.”
“It has become hateful to me.”
“Keep away from it then.”
“Don’t you think I had better leave Pine Hill?”
“Certainly, if you wish.”
“Are you quite willing to see me no more?”
“I should endeavor to be resigned, if such were your majesty’s
pleasure.”
Why didn’t she ask him why he would build a monument, burn the bridge,
leave Pine Hill, see her no more? It was very provoking of her not to
help him even with a little encouragement.
“I thought you loved me, Julia--just a little,” said he.
“What made you think so?”
“You told me so.”
“But I have had time to repent of my folly.”
“Are you in earnest, Julia?”
“Are you, Dick?”
“Your question is not an answer to mine.”
“Then I will not ask or answer any questions.”
“Have I offended you, Julia? If I have, forgive me.”
“I forgive you, Dick. Do you wish me to go down on my knees to you?”
“No, no; I will go down on my knees to you.”
“Don’t do it; the ground is damp; you would get the rheumatism in your
joints, and injure your clothing.”
“Julia, I love you!” exclaimed Dick, desperately.
“But you wish me to go to you, instead of your coming to me. You wish
me to unsex myself,” pouted she.
“Far from it.”
“Must I cross the bridge alone? You did not even come after me.”
“I have come now.”
“Tardily.”
“May I lead you over the bridge?”
“You may.”
“In the sense I meant before?”
“Not yet.”
“I love you, Julia. Will you not thus make me happy?”
They had returned to the verge of the bridge, where she stopped.
“Not yet. This is the site of your monument?”
“Yes.”
“For what?”
“To mark the sad spot where you refused me; where you virtually said
you did not love me.”
“Very pretty; but a very weak idea for a sensible man. Why burn the
bridge?”
“Because it has been associated with all my thoughts of you.”
“A good reason for burning it!”
“They would be sad thoughts, if you and I are to remain on opposite
sides of the stream.”
“We are on the same side now; brought together by your coming over, and
not by my going over.”
“Will you go over with me, Julia?”
“If you wish.”
“In the sense I meant?”
“In any sense you please.”
“Come!”
They crossed the bridge.
“Do you love me, Julia?”
She gave him her hand.
“You do love me!”
“I do, Dick!”
Why one so strong-minded as Julia should weep at such a time is a
mystery. The heart is mightier than the brain.
Julia and Dick were late at breakfast that morning.
Both of them looked as though something had happened. That forenoon
Julia told her mother and Mary of her engagement. That afternoon Mary
told her husband of it. Dr. Lynch heard of it within a week. He used
some expletives in the solitude of his office; but he was prudent in
the presence of the people. The marriage was to take place in November.
“Julia,” said Eugene Hungerford, as he met her alone one morning after
the day had been fixed, “this package belongs to you.”
“What is it?” she asked, with some astonishment.
“Certificates of stock, treasury notes, and a check, to the amount of
one hundred thousand dollars.”
“Then it is not mine.”
“It is.”
“Please to explain.”
“You are to be married in November.”
“All the world knows it by this time.”
“What are your plans? Dick is a poor man. I have never been able to
make him accept more than his salary of five thousand a year.”
“We shall not suffer on that. I have twenty thousand dollars of my own.”
“Dick has to support his invalid father and his family.”