A low moan of salacious gratification escaped the parted lips of Bella, as she felt the jerking gushes of seminal fluid which came from the excited member within her; at the same moment of lustful frenzy of emission forced from Charlie a sharp and thrilling cry as he lay with upturned eyes in the last act of the sensuous drama.
That cry was the signal for an interruption which was as sudden as it was unexpected. From out of the bordering shrubs there stole the sombre figure of a man who stood before the youthful lovers.
Horror froze the blood of both.
Slipping from his late warm and luscious retreat, and attempting as best he could to stand upright, Charlie recoiled from the apparition as from some dreadful serpent.
As for the gentle Bella, no sooner did she catch sight of the intruder than, covering her face with her hands, she shrank back upon the seat which had been the silent witness of her pleasures, and too frightened to utter a sound, waited with what presence of mind she could assume to face the brewing storm.
Nor was she kept long in suspense.
Quickly advancing towards the guilty couple the newcomer seized the lad by the arm, while with a stem gesture of authority, he ordered him to repair the disorder of dress.
“Impudent boy,” he hissed between his teeth, “what is it that you have done? To what lengths have your mad and savage passions hurried you ? How will you face the rage of your justly offended father? How appease his angry resentment when in the exercise of my bounden duty, I apprise him of the mischief wrought by the hand of his only son?”
As the speaker ceased, still holding Charlie by the wrist, he came forth into the moonlight and disclosed the figure of a man of some forty-five years of age, short, stout, and somewhat corpulent. His face, decidedly handsome, was rendered still more attractive by a pair of brilliant eyes, which, black as jet, threw around fierce glances of passionate resentment. He was habited in a clerical dress, the sombre shades and quite unobtrusive neatness of which drew out only more prominently his remarkably muscular proportions and striking physiognomy.
Charlie appeared, as well, indeed, he might, covered with confusion, when to his infinite and selfish relief, the stern intruder turned to the young partner of his libidinous enjoyment.
“For you, miserable girl, I can only express the utmost horror and my most righteous indignation. Forgetful alike of the precepts of the Holy Mother church, careless of your honour, you have allowed this wicked and presumptuous boy to pluck the forbidden fruit? What now remains for you? Scorned by your friends, and driven from your uncle’s house, you will herd with the beasts of the field, and Nebuchadnezar of old, shunned as contamination by your species, gladly gather a miserable sustenance in the highways. Oh, daughter of sin, child given up to lust and unto Satan. I say unto thee –“,
The stranger had proceeded thus far in his abjuration of the unfortunate girl, when Bella, rising from her crouching attitude, threw herself at his feet, and joined her tears and prayers for forgiveness to those of her young lover.
“Say no more,” at length continued the stern priest; “say no more. Confessions are of no avail, and humiliation does but add to your offence. My mind misgives me as to my duty in this sad affair, but if I obeyed the dictates of my present inclinations I should go straight to your natural guardians and acquaint them immediately with the infamous nature of my chance discovery.”
“Oh, in pity, have mercy upon me,” pleaded Bella, whose tears now coursed down her pretty cheeks, so lately aglow with wanton pleasure.
“Spare us, Father spare us both. We will do anything in our power to make atonement. Six masses and several paters shall be performed on our account and our cost. The pilgrimage to the shrine of St. Engulphus, of which you spoke to me the other day, shall now surely be undertaken. I am willing to do anything, sacrifice anything, if you will spare this dear Bella.”
The priest waved his hand for silence. Then he spoke, while accents of pity mingled with his naturally stern and resolute manner.
“Enough,” said he, “I must have time. I must invoke assistance from the Blessed Virgin, who knew no sin, but who, without the carnal delights of mortal copulation, brought forth the babe of babes in the manger of Bethlehem. Come to me tomorrow in the sacristy, Bella. There in the precincts, I will unfold to you the Divine will concerning your transgression. At two o’clock I will expect you. As for you, rash youth, I shall reserve my judgement and all action, until the following day, when at the same hour I shall likewise expect you.”
A thousand thanks were being poured out by the united throats of the penitents, when the Father warned them both to part.
The evening had long ago closed in, and the dews of night were stealing upwards.
“Meanwhile, good night and peace; your secret is safe with me, until we meet again,” he spoke and disappeared.
Chapter 2
Curiosity to learn the sequel of an adventure in which I already felt so much interest, as well as a tender solicitude for the gentle and amiable Bella, constrained me to keep in her vicinity, and I, therefore, took care not to annoy her with any very decided attentions on my part, or to raise resistance by an ill timed attack at a moment when it was necessary to the success of my design to remain within range of that young lady’s operations.
I shall not attempt to tell of the miserable period passed by my young protйgйe in the interval which elapsed between the shocking discovery made by the holy Father Confessor, and the hour assigned by him for the interview in the sacristy, which was to decide the fate of the unfortunate Bella.
With trembling steps and downcast eyes the frightened girl presented herself at the porch and knocked.
The door was opened and the Father appeared upon the threshold.
At a sign Bella entered and stood before the stately presence of the holy man.
An embarrassing silence of some seconds followed. Father Ambrose was the first to break the spell.
“You have done right, my daughter, to come to me so punctually; the ready obedience of the penitent is the first sign of the spirit within which obtains the Divine forgiveness.”
At these gracious words Bella took courage, and already a load seemed to fall from her heart.
Father Ambrose continued, seating himself at the same time upon the long-cushioned seat which covered a huge oak chest :
“I have thought much, and prayed much on your account, my daughter. For some time there appeared no way in which I could absolve my conscience otherwise than to go to your natural protector and lay before him the dreadful secret of which I have become the unhappy possessor.”
Here he paused, and Bella, who knew well the severe character of her uncle, on whom she was entirely dependent, trembled at his words.
Taking her hand in his and gently drawing the girl to the same seat, so that she found herself kneeling before him, while his right hand pressed her rounded shoulder, he went on.
“But I am wounded to think of the dreadful results which would follow such a disclosure. I have asked for assistance from the Blessed Virgin in my trouble. She has pointed out a way which, while it also serves the ends of our holy church, likely prevents the consequences of your offence from being known to your uncle. The first necessity which this course imposes is, however, implicit obedience.
Bella, only too rejoiced to hear of a way out of her trouble, readily promised the most blind obedience to the command of her spiritual Father.
The young girl was kneeling at his feet. Father Ambrose bent his large head over her recumbent figure. A warm tint lit his cheeks, a strange fire danced in his fierce eyes: his hands trembled slightly as they rested upon the shoulders of his penitent, but his composure was otherwise unruffled. Doubtless his spirit was troubled at the conflict going on within him between the duty he had to fulfil and the tortuous path by which he hoped to avoid the awful exposure