it was growing late. night had drawn its sombre veil over the great city, and the streets, a little while before filled with busy passers-by, now echoed but seldom to the steps of an occasional wayfarer. the shops were closed, the long day assigned to trade being over. to plodding feet and busy brains, to frames weary with exhausting labor, to minds harassed by anxious cares, night came in friendly guise, bringing the rest and temporary oblivion of sleep.
from a small building in a by-street, or rather lane, which nevertheless was not far removed from the main thoroughfare, there gleamed a solitary candle, emitting a fitful glare, which served, so far as it went, to give a very unfavorable idea of the immediate vicinity. within, a young man, painfully thin, was seated at a low table, engrossing a legal document. the face was not an agreeable one. the prevailing expression was one of discontent and weak repining. he was one who could complain of circumstances without having the energy to control them; born to be a subordinate of loftier and more daring intellects.
he wrote with rapidity and, at the same time, with scrupulous elegance. he was evidently a professional copyist.
after bending over his writing for a time, during which he was rapidly approaching the completion of his task, he at length threw aside the pen, exclaiming, with an air of relief, “at last it is finished! thank heaven! that is,” he added, 23after a slight pause, “if there be such a place, which i am sometimes inclined to doubt. finished; but what after all is a single day’s work? to-night i may sleep in peace, but to-morrow the work must begin once more. it is like a tread-mill, continually going round, but making no real progress. i wish,” he resumed, after a slight pause, “there were some way of becoming suddenly rich, without this wear and tear of hand and brain. i don’t know that i am so much surprised at the stories of those who, in utter disgust of labor, have sold themselves to the arch fiend. why should i have been born with such a keen enjoyment of luxuries, and without the means of obtaining them? why should i be doomed——”
when discontent had thus opened the way for its favorable reception, temptation came.
there was a knock at the door.
thinking it might be some strolling vagabond who, in his intoxication, was wandering he knew not whither, he did not at first respond, but waited till it should be repeated.
it was repeated, this time with a considerable degree of force.
the young man approached the door, but feeling apprehensive that it might prove to be some unwelcome visitor, he paused before drawing the bolt, and called out, in a voice marked by a tremulous quaver, for he possessed but little physical courage, “who are you that come here at such an unseasonable hour? unless i know your name, i shall not let you in.”
“don’t be alarmed, jacob,” was the reply. “it is only i, lewis rand. open at once, for i come on business which must be quickly despatched.”
the explanation was evidently satisfactory, for the scrivener in eager haste opened the door, and admitted his visitor. it was the younger of the two men upon whom the chance 24meeting with helen and her father seemed to have produced an impression so powerful. jacob, though well acquainted with him, was evidently surprised at his presence at an hour so unseasonable, for he exclaimed, in a tone of mingled surprise and deference, “you here, mr. rand, and at this time of night! it must be something important which has called you at an hour when most men are quietly sleeping in their beds.”
“yet you are up, jacob, and at work, as i conjecture,” said the visitor, pointing to the table on which the completed sheets were still lying.
“true,” said the copyist, for this recalled to him the grounds of his discontent; “but i must work while others sleep, or accept a worse alternative. sometimes i am tempted to give up the struggle. you have never known what a hard taskmaster poverty is.”
“perhaps not,” returned the other; “but i can testify that the apprehension of poverty is not less formidable. however, i can perhaps lend you a helping hand, since the business on which i come, if successfully carried out, of which with your co-operation i have strong hopes, will prove so important to me that i shall be able to put a better face upon your affairs.”
“ah!” said the young man, with suddenly awakening interest; “what may it be? i will gladly give you all the aid in my power.”
“jacob,” said his visitor, fixing his eyes steadily upon the scrivener, “you know there is an old maxim, ‘nothing venture, nothing have.’ in other words, he who aims to be successful in his undertakings, must not scruple to employ the means best suited to advance his interests, even though they may involve the possibility of disaster to himself. do you comprehend my meaning?”
“not entirely. at least, i need to be informed of the 25connection between what has just been said and the service you require at my hands.”
“you shall presently know. but first promise me solemnly that what i may say, and any proposition which i may make to you to-night, shall forever remain a secret between us two.”
the scrivener made the required promise, though his wonder was not a little excited by the extraordinary language and significant tone of his companion.
“i promise,” he said. “you may proceed. i am ready.”
“you are quite alone, i suppose,” said lewis, inquiringly. “there is no fear of eavesdroppers?”
“not the least,” replied jacob, muttering to himself in an undertone, “margaret must be fast asleep, i think. you need be under no apprehensions,” he said, aloud. “we shall not be disturbed.”
at this moment a small clock over the mantel struck two.
“two o’clock!” exclaimed lewis. “i had not supposed it so late. however, it is perhaps better, since we are the safer from interruption. you are somewhat acquainted,” he continued, “with the position in which i stand to my uncle. for years i have been his constant companion, the slave of his whims and caprices, depriving myself of more agreeable and congenial society, in order to maintain my hold upon his affections, and secure the inheritance of his large property. no son would have done as much as i have. and now, when half my life is gone, and the realization of my hopes is apparently near at hand, an incident has occurred, which threatens to disarrange all my plans, and defraud me of all but a tithe of that which i have so long looked upon as my sure inheritance.”
“surely, your uncle has no nearer relatives than yourself!” exclaimed jack, in surprise.
26“that is what the world thinks, but they are deceived. my uncle has a son, and that son has a daughter. you see, therefore, that there is no lack of heirs. but you need an explanation.
“my father died when i was not quite five years of age. he was what is called a gay man, and spent freely what property he possessed, in extravagant living, and, lest that might not prove sufficient, he lost large sums at the gaming table. he died in an affair of honor which grew out of a dispute with one of his gambling acquaintances, leaving, as my inheritance, a few debts and nothing more. but for my uncle i should have been thrown upon the cold charities of the world. fortunately for me, my uncle had none of his brother’s vices, and had preserved his property intact, so that when need came, he was able to stretch forth a helping hand to his nephew.
“i can remember the day when i became an inmate of my uncle’s household. i did not mourn much for my father, who seldom took any notice of me. child as i was, i understood that his death, in consigning me to my uncle’s care, had left me better off than before.
“i was nearly five, as i have said. my uncle had a son,—but one,—who was two years my senior. so my cousin robert and i grew up together. although we were treated in every respect alike, having the same tutors, the same wardrobe, and even sharing the same room, i cannot remember a time when i did not hate him. there was nothing in his manner or his treatment of me that should lead to this, i acknowledge. he always treated me as a brother, and i suffered not a word or a gesture, not even a look, to indicate that i did not regard him in the same light. you will perhaps wonder at my aversion. it is easily explained. although our treatment was the same, i soon learned that our prospects were very different. i soon became aware that 27he, as heir of his father’s wealth, already considerable and rapidly increasing, was considered, by many, a far more important personage than myself. notwithstanding my uncle’s indulgence to me, i well knew that his pride, and a certain desire, inherited from his english ancestors, that his estate should be handed down entire from generation to generation, would receive anything beyond a moderate annuity. i could not brook my cousin’s superior prospects, and determined to injure him with my uncle, if an opportunity offered.
“the opportunity came. my cousin fell in love with a beautiful girl, who, but for her poverty, would have attracted me also. this, however, proved an insuperable obstacle. i waited until the attachment had ripened into the most ardent affection, and then i made it known to my uncle with all the embellishments which i thought best calculated to arouse his irritation. the object of my cousin’s attachment i described as an awkward country-girl, without cultivation or refinement. it was a heavy blow to my uncle’s pride, for he had nourished high hopes for his son, and aspired to an alliance with a family as old and distinguished as his own. in the exasperation of the moment he summoned robert to him, and peremptorily insisted on his at once giving up his attachment, stigmatizing the object of it in such terms as i had employed in describing her. my cousin’s spirit was naturally roused by such manifest injustice, and he refused to accede to his father’s wishes. the discussion was a stormy one, and terminated as i hoped and believed it would. my cousin went forth from the house, disowned and disinherited, and i remained, filling his place as heir.”
jacob surveyed the speaker with a glance of admiration. he paid homage to a rascality which surpassed his own. he admired his craftiness and address, while his want of principle did not repel him.
28“what became of your cousin?” inquired the scrivener, after a pause.
“he married and went out west. he possessed a small property inherited from his mother, and this enabled him to live in a humble way. i have heard little of him since, except that he had but one child, a daughter, who must now be not far from fourteen years old. this i learned from a letter of her father’s which i intercepted.”
“has your uncle ever shown any symptoms of relenting?” asked jacob.
“two years ago he was very sick and it was thought he might die. during that sickness he referred so often to his son that i began to tremble for my prospective inheritance. i accordingly procured a notice of his death to be inserted in a chicago paper, which i took care to show my uncle. the authenticity of this he never dreamed of doubting, and i felt that my chances were as good as ever. but within the last week a fact has come to my knowledge which fills me with alarm.”
the copyist looked up inquiringly.
“it is this,” resumed lewis. “not only is my cousin living, but he is in this city. furthermore my uncle has seen him, and but for my solemn assurance that he was mistaken, and my recalling to his recollection that robert’s death was well attested, he would have taken immediate measures for finding him out. if found, he would be at once reinstated in his birthright, and i should be reduced to the position of a humble dependent upon my uncle’s bounty.”
“but you have escaped the danger, and all is well again.”
“by no means. notwithstanding my representation, my uncle clings obstinately to the belief that either he or some child of his may be living, and only yesterday caused a new will to be drawn up, leaving the bulk of his estate to his son or his son’s issue; and, failing these, to me. you will 29readily see how i stand affected by this. of course in the event of my cousin’s death a search will be immediately instituted for my cousin and his daughter, and being in the city they will probably be found.”
“your prospects are certainly not of the most encouraging character,” said jacob, after a pause. “but, if i may venture to inquire, what assurance have you that such is the tenor of your uncle’s will?”
“this,” replied rand, taking from a side-pocket a piece of parchment tied with a blue ribbon, and leisurely unrolling it. jacob watched his movements with curiosity.
“this,” said he, bending a searching glance upon the scrivener, as if to test his fidelity; “this is my uncle’s will.”
the copyist could not repress a start of astonishment.
“the will!” he exclaimed. “how did you obtain possession of it?”
lewis smiled.
“it was for my interest,” he said briefly, “to learn the contents of this document, and i therefore made it my business to find it. you see that i have been successful. read it.”
the copyist drew the lamp nearer, and read it slowly and deliberately.
“yes,” said he, at length, looking up thoughtfully; “the contents are as you have described. may i ask what it is your intention to do about it, and what is the service i am to render you?”
“can you not guess?” demanded his visitor, fixing his eyes meaningly upon him.
“no,” returned the scrivener, a little uneasily; “i cannot.”
“you are skilful with the pen, exceedingly skilful,” resumed lewis, meaningly. “indeed, there has been a time 30when this accomplishment came near standing you in good stead, though it might also have turned to your harm.”
jacob winced.
“ah!” pursued the visitor, “i see you have not forgotten a little occurrence in the past, when, but for my intervention, you might have been convicted of—shall i say it?—forgery. you need not thank me. i never do anything without a motive. i don’t believe in disinterestedness. the idea struck me even at that time that i might at some time have need of you.”
“i am ready,” said jacob, submissively.
“that is well. what i want you to do is this. you must draw me up another will as nearly like this as possible, except that the whole estate shall be devised to me unconditionally. well, man, what means that look of alarm?”
“it will be very dangerous to both of us,” faltered the copyist.
“it will be a forgery, i admit,” said lewis, calmly; “but what is there in that word, forgery, which should so discompose you? did it ever occur to you that the old charge might be renewed against you, when no intervention of mine will avail to save you?”
the copyist perceived the threat implied in those words, and hastened to propitiate his visitor, of whom he seemed to stand in wholesome fear.
“nay,” said he, submissively, “you know best the danger to both of us.”
“and i tell you, jacob, there is none at all. you are so cunning with the pen that you may easily defy detection, and for the rest, i will take the hazard.”
“and what will be the recompense?” inquired the scrivener.
“two hundred dollars as soon as the task is completed,” 31was the prompt reply. “one thousand more when the success of the plan is assured.”
jacob’s eyes sparkled. to him the bribe was a fortune.
“i consent,” he said; “give me the will. i must study it for a time to become familiar with the handwriting.”
he drew the lamp nearer and began to pore earnestly over the manuscript, occasionally scrawling with the pen which he held in his hand an imitation of some of the characters. it was a study for an artist,—those two men,—each determined upon a wrong deed for the sake of personal advantage. lewis, with his cool, self-possessed manner, and the copyist, with his ignoble features and nervous eagerness, divided between the desire of gain and the fear of detection.
all this time a woman’s eye might have been seen peering through a slightly open door, and regarding with a careful glance all that was passing. the two men were so intent upon the work before them that she escaped their notice.
“oho,” said she to herself, “there shall be a third in the secret which you fancy confined to yourselves. who knows but it may turn out to my advantage, some day? i will stay and see the whole.”
she drew back silently, and took her position just behind the door, where nothing that was said could escape her.
meanwhile jacob, having satisfied himself that he could imitate the handwriting of the will, commenced the task of copying. half an hour elapsed during which both parties preserved strict silence. at the end of that time the copyist, with a satisfied air, handed lewis the manuscript he had completed. the latter compared the two with a critical eye. everything, including the names of the witnesses, was wonderfully like. it was extremely difficult from the external appearance, to distinguish the original from the copy.
“you have done your work faithfully and well,” said 32lewis, with evident satisfaction, “and deserve great credit. you are wonderfully skilful with the pen.”
the copyist rubbed his hands complacently.
“with this i think we need not fear detection. here are the two hundred dollars which i promised you. the remainder is contingent on my getting the estate. i shall be faithful, in that event, to my part of the compact.”
jacob bowed.
“it must be very late,” said lewis, drawing out his watch. “i am sorry to have kept you up so late; but no doubt you feel paid. i must hasten back.”
he buttoned his coat, and went out into the street. a smile lighted up his dark features as he speculated upon the probable success of his plans. he felt not even a momentary compunction as he thought of the means he had employed or the object he had in view.
meanwhile those whom he was conspiring to defraud were sleeping tranquilly.
