Cruel As The Grave

Had it pleased Heaven

To try me with affliction; had He rained

All kinds of sores and shames on my bare head;

Steeped me in poverty to the very lips;

I could have found in some part of my soul

A drop of patience; but alas, to make me

A fixed figure for the time of scorn

To point his slow, unmoving finger at!--SHAKESPEARE.

"Save me! Oh, save me!" she continued to cry, clinging wildly to her

husband's bosom. "Save me from this deep degradation! This degradation

worse than death!"

And it is certain that if the immediate sacrifice of his own life could

have saved her, Lyon Berners would have willingly died for Sybil; or

even if the drowning of that law officer could have delivered her, he

would have incontinently pitched the man overboard; but as neither of

these violent-means could possibly have served her, he could only clasp

her closer to his heart, and consider what was to be done.

At length he looked up at the sheriff's officer, and said: "I wish to have a word alone with my wife, if you will permit me."

The man hesitated.

"You can do it with perfect safety. We cannot possibly escape from this

ship, you know; and besides, you can keep us in sight," he added.

Still the man hesitated, and at length inquired: "Why do you wish to speak with her alone?"

"To try to soothe her spirits. I know it would be quite useless to tell

you how entirely innocent this lady is of the heinous crime imputed to

her; for even if you should believe her to be so, you would have to do

your duty all the same."

"Yes, certainly; and a most distressing duty," put in the officer.

"This arrest has come upon her so suddenly, and when she is so utterly

unprepared to meet it, that it has quite overcome her, as you see; but

leave her alone with me for a few minutes, and I will try to calm her

mind, and induce her to yield quietly to this necessity," added Lyon.

"Well, sir, I am indeed very willing to do all in my power to make this

sad affair as little distressing to the lady as possible," answered the

officer as he touched his companion on the shoulder, and they both

walked off to some little distance.

As their retreating steps sounded upon the deck, Sybil raised her head

from Lyon's breast and looked around with an expression half-frightened,

half-relieved, and murmured: "They are gone! They are gone!"

Then clasping her husband suddenly around the neck, and gazing wildly

into his eyes, she exclaimed: "You can save me, Lyon, you can save me from this deep dishonor that no

Berners ever suffered before! There is but one way, Lyon, and there is

but one moment. You have a small penknife; but it is enough. Open it,

and strike it here, Lyon. One blow will be enough, if it is firmly

struck! Here--Lyon! here, strike here!" And she placed her hand on her

throat, under her ear, and gazed wildly, prayerfully in his face.