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of　her　husband's　discovery　of　her　secret。　　Secure　as　she　had　been
in　her　dull　belief　that　he　had　in　some　way　wronged　her　by　marrying
her；　she　for　the　first　time　began　to　doubt　if　this　condoned　the
deceit　she　had　practiced　on　him。　　The　tribute　Mrs。　Fairfax　had　paid
himthis　appreciation　of　his　integrity　and　honesty　by　an　enemy　and
a　woman　like　herselftroubled　her；　frightened　her；　and　filled　her
with　her　first　jealousy！　　What　if　this　woman　should　tell　him　all；
what　if　she　should　make　use　of　him　as　Marion　had　of　her！　　Zephas
was　a　strong　Northern　partisan；　but　was　he　proof　against　the
guileful　charms　of　such　a　devil？　　She　had　never　thought　before　of
questioning　his　fidelity　to　her；　she　suddenly　remembered　now　some
rough　pleasantries　of　Captain　Simmons　in　regard　to　the　inconstancy
of　his　calling。　　No！　there　was　but　one　thing　for　her　to　do：　she
would　make　a　clean　breast　to　him；　she　would　tell　him　everything　she
had　done　except　the　fatal　fancy　that　compelled　her　to　it！　　She
began　to　look　for　his　coming　now　with　alternate　hope　and　fearwith
unabated　impatience！　　The　night　that　he　should　have　arrived　passed
slowly；　morning　came；　but　not　Zephas。　　When　the　mist　had　lifted　she
ran　impatiently　to　the　rocks　and　gazed　anxiously　towards　the　lower
bay。　　There　were　a　few　gray　sails　scarce　distinguishable　above　the
grayer　waterbut　they　were　not　his。　　She　glanced　half　mechanically
seaward；　and　her　eyes　became　suddenly　fixed。　　There　was　no　mistake！
She　knew　the　rig！she　could　see　the　familiar　white　lap…streak　as
the　vessel　careened　on　the　starboard　tackit　was　her　husband's
schooner　slowly　creeping　out　of　the　Golden　Gate！


PART　III。


Her　first　wild　impulse　was　to　run　to　the　cove；　for　the　little
dingey　always　moored　there；　and　to　desperately　attempt　to　overtake
him。　　But　the　swift　consciousness　of　its　impossibility　was　followed
by　a　dull；　bewildering　torpor；　that　kept　her　motionless；　helplessly
following　the　vessel　with　straining　eyes；　as　if　they　could　evoke
some　response　from　its　decks。　　She　was　so　lost　in　this　occupation
that　she　did　not　see　that　a　pilot…boat　nearly　abreast　of　the　cove
had　put　out　a　two…oared　gig；　which　was　pulling　quickly　for　the
rocks。　　When　she　saw　it；　she　trembled　with　the　instinct　that　it
brought　her　intelligence。　　She　was　right；　it　was　a　brief　note　from
her　husband；　informing　her　that　he　had　been　hurriedly　dispatched　on
a　short　sea　cruise；　that　in　order　to　catch　the　tide　he　had　not　time
to　go　ashore　at　the　bluff；　but　he　would　explain　everything　on　his
return。　　Her　relief　was　only　partial；　she　was　already　experienced
enough　in　his　vocation　to　know　that　the　excuse　was　a　feeble　one。
He　could　easily　have　〃fetched〃　the　bluff　in　tacking　out　of　the　Gate
and　have　signaled　to　her　to　board　him　in　her　own　boat。　　The　next
day　she　locked　up　her　house；　rowed　round　the　Point　to　the
Embarcadero；　where　the　Bay　steamboats　occasionally　touched　and　took
up　passengers　to　San　Francisco。　　Captain　Simmons　had　not　seen　her
husband　this　last　trip；　indeed；　did　not　know　that　he　had　gone　out
of　the　Bay。　　Mrs。　Bunker　was　seized　with　a　desperate　idea。　　She
called　upon　the　Secretary　of　the　Fishing　Trust。　　That　gentle　man
was　business…like；　but　neither　expansive　nor　communicative。　　Her
husband　had　NOT　been　ordered　out　to　sea　by　them；　she　ought　to　know
that　Captain　Bunker　was　now　his　own　master；　choosing　his　own
fishing　grounds；　and　his　own　times　and　seasons。　　He　was　not　aware
of　any　secret　service　for　the　Company　in　which　Captain　Bunker　was
engaged。　　He　hoped　Mrs。　Bunker　would　distinctly　remember　that　the
little　matter　of　the　duel　to　which　she　referred　was　an　old　bygone
affair；　and　never　anything　but　a　personal　matter；　in　which　the
Fishery　had　no　concern　whatever；　and　in　which　HE　certainly　should
not　again　engage。　　He　would　advise　Mrs。　Bunker；　if　she　valued　her
own　good；　and　especially　her　husband's；　to　speedily　forget　all
about　it。　　These　were　ugly　times；　as　it　was。　　If　Mrs。　Bunker's
services　had　not　been　properly　rewarded　or　considered　it　was
certainly　a　great　shame；　but　really　HE　could　not　be　expected　to
make　it　good。　　Certain　parties　had　cost　him　trouble　enough　already。
Besides；　really；　she　must　see　that　his　position　between　her
husband；　whom　he　respected；　and　a　certain　other　party　was　a
delicate　one。　　But　Mrs。　Bunker　heard　no　more。　　She　turned　and　ran
down　the　staircase；　carrying　with　her　a　burning　cheek　and　blazing
eye　that　somewhat　startled　the　complacent　official。

She　did　not　remember　how　she　got　home　again。　　She　had　a　vague
recollection　of　passing　through　the　crowded　streets；　wondering　if
the　people　knew　that　she　was　an　outcast；　deserted　by　her　husband；
deceived　by　her　ideal　hero；　repudiated　by　her　friends！　　Men　had
gathered　in　knots　before　the　newspaper　offices；　excited　and
gesticulating　over　the　bulletin　boards　that　had　such　strange
legends　as　〃The　Crisis；〃　〃Details　of　an　Alleged　Conspiracy　to
Overthrow　the　Government；〃　〃The　Assassin　of　Henderson　to　the　Fore
Again；〃　〃Rumored　Arrests　on　the　Mexican　Frontier。〃　　Sometimes　she
thought　she　understood　the　drift　of　them；　even　fancied　they　were
the　outcome　of　her　visitas　if　her　very　presence　carried　treachery
and　suspicion　with　itbut　generally　they　only　struck　her　benumbed
sense　as　a　dull；　meaningless　echo　of　something　that　had　happened
long　ago。　　When　she　reached　her　house；　late　that　night；　the
familiar　solitude　of　shore　and　sea　gave　her　a　momentary　relief；　but
with　it　came　the　terrible　conviction　that　she　had　forfeited　her
right　to　it；　that　when　her　husband　came　back　it　would　be　hers　no
longer；　and　that　with　their　meeting　she　would　know　it　no　more。　　For
through　all　her　childish　vacillation　and　imaginings　she　managed　to
cling　to　one　steadfast　resolution。　　She　would　tell　him　EVERYTHING；
and　know　the　worst。　　Perhaps　he　would　never　come；　perhaps　she
should　not　be　alive　to　meet　him。

And　so　the　days　and　nights　slowly　passed。　　The　solitude　which　her
previous　empty　deceit　had　enabled　her　to　fill　with　such　charming
visions　now　in　her　awakened　remorse　seemed　only　to　protract　her
misery。　　Had　she　been　a　more　experienced；　though　even　a　more
guilty；　woman　she　would　have　suffered　less。　　Without　sympathy　or
counsel；　without　even　the　faintest　knowledge　of　the　world　or　its
standards　of　morality　to　guide　her；　she　accepted　her　isolation　and
friendlessness　as　a　necessary　part　of　her　wrongdoing。　　Her　only
criterion　was　her　enemyMrs。　Fairfaxand　SHE　could　seek　her
relief　by　joining　her　lover；　but　Mrs。　Bunker　knew　now　that　she
herself　had　never　had　oneand　was　alone！　　Mrs。　Fairfax　had　broken
openly　with　her　husband；　but　SHE　had　DECEIVED　hers；　and　the
experience　and　reckoning　were　still　to　come。　　In　her　miserable
confession　it　was　not　strange　that　this　half　child；　half　woman；
sometimes　looked　towards　that　gray　sea；　eternally　waiting　for　her；
that　sea　which　had　taken　everything　from　her　and　given　her　nothing
in　return；for　an　obliterating　and　perhaps　exonerating　death！

The　third　day　of　her　waiting　isolation　was　broken　upon　by　another
intrusion。　　The　morning　had　been　threatening；　with　an　opaque；
motionless；　livid　arch　above；　which　had　taken　the　place　of　the
usual　flying　scud　and　shaded　cloud　masses　of　the　rainy　season。　　The
whole　outlying　ocean；　too；　beyond　the　bar；　appeared　nearer；　and
even　seemed　to　be　lifted　higher　than　the　Bay　itself；　and　was　lit
every　now　and　then　with　wonderful　clearness　by　long　flashes　of
breaking　foam　like　summer　lightning。　　She　knew　that　this　meant　a
southwester；　and　began；　with　a　certain　mechanical　deliberation；　to
set　her　little　domain　in　order　against　the　coming　gale。　　She　drove
the　cows　to　the　rude　shed　among　the　scrub　oaks；　she　collected　the
goats　and　young　kids　in　the　corral；　and　replenished　the　stock　of
fuel　from　the　woodpile。　　She　was　quite　hidden　in　the　shrubbery　when
she　saw　a　boat　making　slow　headway　against　the　wind　towards　the
little　cove　where　but　a　moment　before　she　had　drawn　up　the　dingey
beyond　the　reach　of　breaking　seas。　　It　was　a　whaleboat　from
Saucelito　containing　a　few　men。　　As　they　neared　the　landing　she
recognized　in　the　man　who　seemed　to　be　directing　the　boat　the
second　friend　of　Colonel　Marionthe　man　who　had　come　with　the
Secretary　to　take　him　off；　but　whom　she　had　never　seen　again。　　In
her　present　horror　of　that　memory　she　remained　hidden；　determined
at　all　hazards　to　avoid　a　meeting。　　When　they　had　landed；　one　of
the　men　halted　accidentally　before　the　shrubbery　where　she　was
concealed　as　he　caught　his　first　view　of　the　cottage；　which　had
been　invisible　from　the　point　they　had　rounded。

〃Look　here；　Bragg；〃　he　said；　turning　to　Marion's　friend；　in　a　voice
which　was　distinctly　audible　to　Mrs。　Bunker。　　〃What　are　we　to　say
to　these　people？〃

〃There's　only　one；〃　returned　the　other。　　〃The　man's　at　sea。　　His
wife's　here。　　She's　all　right。〃

〃You　said　she　was　one　of　us？〃

〃After　a　fashion。　　She's　the　woman　who　helped　Marion　when　he　was
here。　　I　reckon　he　made　it　square　with　her　from　the　beginning；　for
she　forwarded　letters　from　him　since。　　But　you　can　tell　her　as　much
or　as　little　as　you　find　necessary　when　you　see　her。〃

〃Yes；　but　we　must　settle　that　NOW；〃　said　Bragg　sharply；　〃and　I
propose　to　tell　her　NOTHING。　　I'm　against　having　any　more
pe