because they might
remind her painfully
of former times. Simon and Madge watched over her by day
and by night with a sort of stern solicitude. The poor child
yielded to their wishes, without a remark or a complaint.
Did she
perceive that they acted with a view to her interest?
Probably she did. And on her part, she seemed to watch over others,
and was never easy unless all whom she loved were together
in the
cottage.
When Harry came home in the evening, she could not restrain
expressions of child-like joy, very
unlike her usual manner,
which was rather reserved than demonstrative. As soon as day broke,
she was astir before anyone else, and her
constant uneasiness
lasted all day until the hour of return home from work.
Harry became very
anxious that their marriage should take place.
He thought that, when the irrevocable step was taken, malevolence would
be disarmed, and that Nell would never feel safe until she was his wife.
James Starr, Simon, and Madge, were all of the same opinion,
and
everyone counted the intervening days, for
everyone suffered
from the most
uncomfortable forebodings.
It was
perfectlyevident that nothing relating to Nell was indifferent
to this
hidden foe, whom it was impossible to meet or to avoid.
Therefore it seemed quite possible that the
solemn act of her marriage
with Harry might be the occasion of some new and
dreadful outbreak
of his
hatred.
One morning, a week before the day ap
pointed for the ceremony,
Nell, rising early, went out of the
cottage before anyone else.
No sooner had she crossed the
threshold than a cry of indescribable
anguish escaped her lips.
Her voice was heard throughout the
dwelling; in a moment,
Madge, Harry, and Simon were at her side. Nell was pale as death,
her
countenance agitated, her features expressing the
utmost horror.
Unable to speak, her eyes were riveted on the door of the
cottage,
which she had just opened.
With rigid fingers she
pointed to the following words traced upon it
during the night: "Simon Ford, you have robbed me of the last vein
in our old pit. Harry, your son, has robbed me of Nell. Woe betide you!
Woe betide you all! Woe betide New Aberfoyle!--SILFAX."
"Silfax!" exclaimed Simon and Madge together.
"Who is this man?" demanded Harry, looking
alternately at his father
and at the maiden.
"Silfax!"
repeated Nell in tones of
despair, "Silfax!"--and,
murmuring this name, her whole frame shuddering with fear
and
agitation, she was borne away to her
chamber by old Madge.
James Starr, hastening to the spot, read the threatening sentences
again and again.
"The hand which traced these lines," said he at length, "is the same
which wrote me the letter contradicting yours, Simon. The man calls
himself Silfax. I see by your troubled manner that you know him.
Who is this Silfax?"
CHAPTER XVII THE "MONK"
THIS name revealed everything to the old overman.
It was that of the last "monk" of the Dochart pit.
In former days, before the
invention of the safety-lamp, Simon had
known this
fierce man, whose business it was to go daily, at the risk
of his life, to produce
partialexplosions of fire-damp in the passages.
He used to see this strange
solitary being, prowling about the mine,
always accompanied by a
monstrous owl, which he called Harfang,
who assisted him in his
perilousoccupation, by soaring with a lighted
match to places Silfax was
unable to reach.
One day this old man disappeared, and at the same time also,
a little
orphan girl born in the mine, who had no relation
but himself, her great-grandfather. It was
perfectlyevidentnow that this child was Nell. During the fifteen years,
up to the time when she was saved by Harry, they must have lived
in some secret abyss of the mine.
The old overman, full of mingled
compassion and anger, made known to
the engineer and Harry all that the name of Silfax had revealed to him.