when jay gardiner left the city, he had expected to be gone a week, possibly a fortnight; but, owing to an unexpected turn in the business he was transacting, he was enabled to settle it in a day or so, and return to the city.
it was by the merest chance that he took passage by boat instead of going by rail; or, more truly speaking, there was a fate in it. the boat was due at the wharf by midnight; but, owing to an unaccountable delay, caused by the breaking of some machinery in the engine-room, it was after one o'clock when the steamer touched the wharf.
doctor gardiner was not in such a hurry as the rest of the passengers were, and he walked leisurely across the gang-plank, pausing, as he reached the pier, to look back at the lights on the water.
he felt just in the mood to pause there and enjoy what comfort he could find in a good cigar. he was just about to light a cigar, when his gaze was suddenly attracted toward a slender object—the figure of a woman sitting on the very edge of the pier.
she was in the shadow cast by a large post; but he knew from the position in which she sat, that she must be looking intently into the water.
he did not like the steady gaze with which she seemed to be looking downward, and the young doctor determined to watch her. he drew back into the shadow of one of the huge stanchions, and refrained from lighting his cigar.
if she would but change her dangerous position, he would call out to her; and he wondered where was the watchman who was supposed to guard those piers and prevent accidents of this kind.
while he was pondering over this matter, the figure rose suddenly to its feet, and he readily surmised from its slender, graceful build, which was but dimly outlined against the dark pier, that she must be a young girl.
what was she doing there at that unseemly hour? watching for some sailor lover whose ship was bearing him to her from over the great dark sea, or was she watching for a brother or father?
he had little time to speculate on this theme, however, for the next instant a piteous cry broke from the girl's lips—a cry in a voice strangely familiar; a cry that sent the blood bounding through his heart like an electric shock—and before he could take a step forward to prevent it, the slender figure had sprung over the pier.
by the time jay gardiner reached the edge of the dock, the dark waters had closed over her head, a few eddying ripples only marking the spot where she had gone down.
in an instant doctor gardiner tore off his coat and sprung into the water to the rescue. when he rose to the surface, looking eagerly about for the young girl whom he was risking his life to save, he saw a white face appear on the surface. he struck out toward it, but ere he reached the spot, it sunk. again he dived, and yet again, a great fear oppressing him that his efforts would be in vain, when he saw the white face go down for the third and last time.
with a mighty effort doctor gardiner dove again. this time his hands struck something. he grasped it firmly. it was a tightly-clinched little hand.
up through the water he bore the slender form, and struck out for the pier with his burden.
doctor gardiner was an expert swimmer, but it was with the utmost difficulty that he succeeded in reaching the pier, owing to the swell caused by the many steamboats passing. but it was accomplished at last, and almost on the verge of exhaustion himself, he succeeded in effecting a landing and laying his burden upon the pier.
"she is half drowned as it is," he muttered, bending closer to look at the pallid face under the flickering light of the gas-lamp.
as his eyes rested upon the girl's face, a mighty cry broke from his lips, and he staggered back as though a terrible blow had been dealt him.
"great god! it is bernardine!" he gasped.
the discovery fairly stunned him—took his breath away. then he remembered that the girl was dying; that every instant of time was precious if he would save her.
he worked over her as though his life were at stake, and his efforts were rewarded at last when the dark eyes opened languidly.
"bernardine," he cried, kneeling beside her on the pier, his voice husky with emotion, "why did you do this terrible deed? speak, my love, my darling!"
and almost before he was aware of it, he had clasped her to his heart, and was raining passionate kisses on the cheek, neck, and pale cold lips of the girl he loved better than life.
she did not seem to realize what had transpired; she did not recognize him.
"do not take me home!" she sobbed, incoherently, over and over again. "anywhere but there. he—he—will kill me!"
these words alarmed doctor gardiner greatly. what could they mean? he knew full well that this must have been the last thought that crossed her brain ere she took the fatal leap, or it would not have been the first one to flash across her mind with returning consciousness.
he saw, too, that she was getting into a delirium, and that she must be removed with all possible haste.
he did not know of miss rogers being in her home, and he reasoned with himself that there was no one to take care of her there, save the old basket-maker, and she could not have a worse companion in her present condition; therefore he must take her elsewhere.
then it occurred to him that a very excellent nurse—a widow whom he had often recommended to his patients—must live very near that vicinity, and he determined to take her there, and then go after her father and bring him to her.
there was an old hack jostling by. jay gardiner hailed it, and placing bernardine within, took a place by her side. in a few moments they were at their destination.
the old nurse was always expecting a summons to go to some patient; but she was quite dumbfounded to see who her caller was at that strange hour, and to see that he held an unconscious young girl in his arms.
jay gardiner explained the situation to the old nurse.
"i will not come again for a fortnight, nurse," he said, unsteadily, on leaving. "that will be best under the circumstances. she may be ill, but not in danger. i will send her father to her in the meantime."
"what an honorable man jay gardiner is!" thought the nurse, admiringly. "not every man could have the strength of mind to keep away from the girl he loved, even if he was bound to another."
doctor gardiner dared not take even another glance at bernardine, his heart was throbbing so madly, but turned and hurried from the house, and re-entering the cab, drove rapidly away.
he had planned to go directly to david moore; but on second thought he concluded to wait until morning.
it would be a salutary lesson to the old basket-maker to miss bernardine, and realize how much he depended upon the young girl for his happiness.
this was a fatal resolve for him to reach, as will be plainly seen.
as soon as he had finished his breakfast, he hurried to the canal street tenement house.
there was no commotion outside; evidently the neighbors had not heard of bernardine's disappearance, and he doubted whether or not her father knew of it yet.
jay gardiner had barely stepped from the pavement into the dark and narrow hall-way ere he found himself face to face with jasper wilde.
the doctor would have passed him by with a haughty nod, but with one leap wilde was at his side, his strong hands closing around his throat, while he cried out, in a voice fairly convulsed with passion:
"aha! you have walked right into my net, and at the right moment. where is bernardine? she fled from me last night, and went directly to your arms, of course. tell me where she is, that i may go to her and wreak my vengeance upon her! answer me quickly, or i will kill you!"
jay gardiner was surprised for an instant; but it was only for an instant. in the next, he had recovered himself.
"you cur, to take a man at a disadvantage like that!" he cried; adding, as he swung out his muscular right arm: "but as you have brought this upon yourself, i will give you enough of it!"
two or three ringing blows showed jasper wilde, that, bully though he was, he had met his match in this white-handed aristocrat.
he drew back, uttering a peculiar sharp whistle, and two men, who were evidently in his employ, advanced quickly to wilde's aid.
"bind and gag this fellow!" he commanded, "and throw him down into the wine-cellar to await my coming! he's a thief. he has just stolen my pocket-book. quick, my lads; don't listen to what he says!"
