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The Legacy of Cain - ebook
This book not only wants to thrill its readers with a chilling story, but also touches on social issues – in this case, the debate about whether there is a tendency to crime in a person. Blood is the genetic code, or can it be successfully counteracted by compassionate and virtuous parenting.
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| Język: | Angielski |
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FRAGMENT KSIĄŻKI
Contents
First Period: 1858’1859
The Governor Explains
The Murderess Asks Questions
The Child Appears
The Minister Says Yes
Miss Chance Asserts Herself
The Doctor Doubts
The Murderess Consults the Authorities
The Minister Says Good-By
The Governor Receives a Visit
Miss Chance Reappears
Second Period: 1875
Helena’s Diary
Eunice’s Diary
Eunice’s Diary
Helena’s Diary
Helena’s Diary
Helena’s Diary
Eunice’s Diary
Eunice’s Diary
Eunice’s Diary
Helena’s Diary
Eunice’s Diary
Eunice’s Diary
Eunice’s Diary
Helena’s Diary
Helena’s Diary
Eunice’s Diary
Helena’s Diary
Helena’s Diary
Eunice’s Diary
Eunice’s Diary
Second Period (continued)
The Middle-Aged Lady
The Minister’s Misfortune
The Lively Old Maid
The Future Looks Gloomy
The Wandering Mind
The Shameless Sister
The Girls’ Ages
The Adopted Child
The Bruised Heart
The Whispering Voice
The Quaint Philosopher
The Masterful Masseuse
The Resurrection of the Past
The Fatal Portrait
The Cumbersome Ladies
The Journey to the Farm
The Decision of Eunice
The Governor on His Guard
The News from the Farm
The Triumph of Mrs. Tenbruggen
Third Period: 1876
Helena’s Diary Resumed
Helena’s Diary Resumed
Helena’s Diary Resumed
Helena’s Diary Resumed
Helena’s Diary Resumed
Helena’s Diary Resumed
Third Period "(continued)"
Danger
Defense
Discovery
Atrocity
Third Period "(concluded)."
The Sentence Pronounced
The Obstacle Removed
The Truth Triumphant
PostscriptChapter i
The Governor Explains.
At the request of a person who has claims on me that I must not disown, I consent to look back through a long interval of years and to describe events which took place within the walls of an English prison during the earlier period of my appointment as Governor.
Viewing my task by the light which later experience casts on it, I think I shall act wisely by exercising some control over the freedom of my pen.
I propose to pass over in silence the name of the town in which is situated the prison once confided to my care. I shall observe a similar discretion in alluding to individuals–some dead, some living, at the present time.
Being obliged to write of a woman who deservedly suffered the extreme penalty of the law, I think she will be sufficiently identified if I call her The Prisoner. Of the four persons present on the evening before her execution three may be distinguished one from the other by allusion to their vocations in life. I here introduce them as The Chaplain, The Minister, and The Doctor. The fourth was a young woman. She has no claim on my consideration; and, when she is mentioned, her name may appear. If these reserves excite suspicion, I declare beforehand that they influence in no way the sense of responsibility which commands an honest man to speak the truth.Chapter ii
The Murderess Asks Questions.
The first of the events which I must now relate was the conviction of The Prisoner for the murder of her husband.
They had lived together in matrimony for little more than two years. The husband, a gentleman by birth and education, had mortally offended his relations in marrying a woman of an inferior rank of life. He was fast declining into a state of poverty, through his own reckless extravagance, at the time when he met with his death at his wife’s hand.
Without attempting to excuse him, he deserved, to my mind, some tribute of regret. It is not to be denied that he was profligate in his habits and violent in his temper. But it is equally true that he was affectionate in the domestic circle, and, when moved by wisely applied remonstrance, sincerely penitent for sins committed under temptation that overpowered him. If his wife had killed him in a fit of jealous rage–under provocation, be it remembered, which the witnesses proved–she might have been convicted of manslaughter, and might have received a light sentence. But the evidence so undeniably revealed deliberate and merciless premeditation, that the only defense attempted by her counsel was madness, and the only alternative left to a righteous jury was a verdict which condemned the woman to death. Those mischievous members of the community, whose topsy-turvy sympathies feel for the living criminal and forget the dead victim, attempted to save her by means of high-flown petitions and contemptible correspondence in the newspapers. But the Judge held firm; and the Home Secretary held firm. They were entirely right; and the public were scandalously wrong.
Our Chaplain endeavored to offer the consolations of religion to the condemned wretch. She refused to accept his ministrations in language which filled him with grief and horror.
On the evening before the execution, the reverend gentleman laid on my table his own written report of a conversation which had passed between the Prisoner and himself.
“I see some hope, sir,” he said, “of inclining the heart of this woman to religious belief, before it is too late. Will you read my report, and say if you agree with me?”
I read it, of course. It was called “A Memorandum,” and was thus written:
“At his last interview with the Prisoner, the Chaplain asked her if she had ever entered a place of public worship. She replied that she had occasionally attended the services at a Congregational Church in this town; attracted by the reputation of the Minister as a preacher. “He entirely failed to make a Christian of me,’ she said; “but I was struck by his eloquence. Besides, he interested me personally–he was a fine man.’
“In the dreadful situation in which the woman was placed, such language as this shocked the Chaplain; he appealed in vain to the Prisoner’s sense of propriety. “You don’t understand women,’ she answered. “The greatest saint of my sex that ever lived likes to look at a preacher as well as to hear him. If he is an agreeable man, he has all the greater effect on her. This preacher’s voice told me he was kind-hearted; and I had only to look at his beautiful eyes to see that he was trustworthy and true.’
“It was useless to repeat a protest which had already failed. Recklessly and flippantly as she had described it, an impression had been produced on her. It occurred to the Chaplain that he might at least make the attempt to turn this result to her own religious advantage. He asked whether she would receive the Minister, if the reverend gentleman came to the prison. “That will depend,’ she said, “on whether you answer some questions which I want to put to you first.’ The Chaplain consented; provided always that he could reply with propriety to what she asked of him. Her first question only related to himself.
“She said: “The women who watch me tell me that you are a widower, and have a family of children. Is that true?’
“The Chaplain answered that it was quite true.
“She alluded next to a report, current in the town, that the Minister had resigned the pastorate. Being personally acquainted with him, the Chaplain was able to inform her that his resignation had not yet been accepted. On hearing this, she seemed to gather confidence. Her next inquiries succeeded each other rapidly, as follows:
“"Is my handsome preacher married?’
“"Yes.’
“"Has he got any children?’
“"He has never had any children.’
“"How long has he been married?’
“"As well as I know, about seven or eight years.
“"What sort of woman is his wife?’
“"A lady universally respected.’
“"I don’t care whether she is respected or not. Is she kind?’
“"Certainly!’
“"Is her husband well off?’
“"He has a sufficient income.’
“After that reply, the Prisoner’s curiosity appeared to be satisfied. She said, “Bring your friend the preacher to me, if you like’–and there it ended.
“What her object could have been in putting these questions, it seems to be impossible to guess. Having accurately reported all that took place, the Chaplain declares, with heartfelt regret, that he can exert no religious influence over this obdurate woman. He leaves it to the Governor to decide whether the Minister of the Congregational Church may not succeed, where the Chaplain of the Jail has failed. Herein is the one last hope of saving the soul of the Prisoner, now under sentence of death!”
In those serious words the Memorandum ended. Although not personally acquainted with the Minister I had heard of him, on all sides, as an excellent man. In the emergency that confronted us he had, as it seemed to me, his own sacred right to enter the prison; assuming that he was willing to accept, what I myself felt to be, a very serious responsibility. The first necessity was to discover whether we might hope to obtain his services. With my full approval the Chaplain left me, to state the circumstances to his reverend colleague.Chapter iii
The Child Appears.
During my friend’s absence, my attention was claimed by a sad incident–not unforeseen.
It is, I suppose, generally known that near relatives are admitted to take their leave of criminals condemned to death. In the case of the Prisoner now waiting for execution, no person applied to the authorities for permission to see her. I myself inquired if she had any relations living, and if she would like to see them. She answered: “None that I care to see, or that care to see me–except the nearest relation of all.”
In those last words the miserable creature alluded to her only child, a little girl (an infant, I should say), who had passed her first year’s birthday by a few months. The farewell interview was to take place on the mother’s last evening on earth; and the child was now brought into my rooms, in charge of her nurse.
I had seldom seen a brighter or prettier little girl. She was just able to walk alone, and to enjoy the first delight of moving from one place to another. Quite of her own accord she came to me, attracted I daresay by the glitter of my watch-chain. Helping her to climb on my knee, I showed the wonders of the watch, and held it to her ear. At that past time, death had taken my good wife from me; my two boys were away at Harrow School; my domestic life was the life of a lonely man. Whether I was reminded of the bygone days when my sons were infants on my knee, listening to the ticking of my watch–or whether the friendless position of the poor little creature, who had lost one parent and was soon to lose the other by a violent death, moved me in depths of pity not easily reached in my later experience–I am not able to say. This only I know: my heart ached for the child while she was laughing and listening; and something fell from me on the watch which I don’t deny might have been a tear. A few of the toys, mostly broken now, which my two children used to play with are still in my possession; kept, like my poor wife’s favorite jewels, for old remembrance’ sake. These I took from their repository when the attraction of my watch showed signs of failing. The child pounced on them with her chubby hands, and screamed with pleasure. And the hangman was waiting for her mother–and, more horrid still, the mother deserved it!
My duty required me to let the Prisoner know that her little daughter had arrived. Did that heart of iron melt at last? It might have been so, or it might not; the message sent back kept her secret. All that it said to me was: “Let the child wait till I send for her.”
The Minister had consented to help us. On his arrival at the prison, I received him privately in my study.
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First Period: 1858’1859
The Governor Explains
The Murderess Asks Questions
The Child Appears
The Minister Says Yes
Miss Chance Asserts Herself
The Doctor Doubts
The Murderess Consults the Authorities
The Minister Says Good-By
The Governor Receives a Visit
Miss Chance Reappears
Second Period: 1875
Helena’s Diary
Eunice’s Diary
Eunice’s Diary
Helena’s Diary
Helena’s Diary
Helena’s Diary
Eunice’s Diary
Eunice’s Diary
Eunice’s Diary
Helena’s Diary
Eunice’s Diary
Eunice’s Diary
Eunice’s Diary
Helena’s Diary
Helena’s Diary
Eunice’s Diary
Helena’s Diary
Helena’s Diary
Eunice’s Diary
Eunice’s Diary
Second Period (continued)
The Middle-Aged Lady
The Minister’s Misfortune
The Lively Old Maid
The Future Looks Gloomy
The Wandering Mind
The Shameless Sister
The Girls’ Ages
The Adopted Child
The Bruised Heart
The Whispering Voice
The Quaint Philosopher
The Masterful Masseuse
The Resurrection of the Past
The Fatal Portrait
The Cumbersome Ladies
The Journey to the Farm
The Decision of Eunice
The Governor on His Guard
The News from the Farm
The Triumph of Mrs. Tenbruggen
Third Period: 1876
Helena’s Diary Resumed
Helena’s Diary Resumed
Helena’s Diary Resumed
Helena’s Diary Resumed
Helena’s Diary Resumed
Helena’s Diary Resumed
Third Period "(continued)"
Danger
Defense
Discovery
Atrocity
Third Period "(concluded)."
The Sentence Pronounced
The Obstacle Removed
The Truth Triumphant
PostscriptChapter i
The Governor Explains.
At the request of a person who has claims on me that I must not disown, I consent to look back through a long interval of years and to describe events which took place within the walls of an English prison during the earlier period of my appointment as Governor.
Viewing my task by the light which later experience casts on it, I think I shall act wisely by exercising some control over the freedom of my pen.
I propose to pass over in silence the name of the town in which is situated the prison once confided to my care. I shall observe a similar discretion in alluding to individuals–some dead, some living, at the present time.
Being obliged to write of a woman who deservedly suffered the extreme penalty of the law, I think she will be sufficiently identified if I call her The Prisoner. Of the four persons present on the evening before her execution three may be distinguished one from the other by allusion to their vocations in life. I here introduce them as The Chaplain, The Minister, and The Doctor. The fourth was a young woman. She has no claim on my consideration; and, when she is mentioned, her name may appear. If these reserves excite suspicion, I declare beforehand that they influence in no way the sense of responsibility which commands an honest man to speak the truth.Chapter ii
The Murderess Asks Questions.
The first of the events which I must now relate was the conviction of The Prisoner for the murder of her husband.
They had lived together in matrimony for little more than two years. The husband, a gentleman by birth and education, had mortally offended his relations in marrying a woman of an inferior rank of life. He was fast declining into a state of poverty, through his own reckless extravagance, at the time when he met with his death at his wife’s hand.
Without attempting to excuse him, he deserved, to my mind, some tribute of regret. It is not to be denied that he was profligate in his habits and violent in his temper. But it is equally true that he was affectionate in the domestic circle, and, when moved by wisely applied remonstrance, sincerely penitent for sins committed under temptation that overpowered him. If his wife had killed him in a fit of jealous rage–under provocation, be it remembered, which the witnesses proved–she might have been convicted of manslaughter, and might have received a light sentence. But the evidence so undeniably revealed deliberate and merciless premeditation, that the only defense attempted by her counsel was madness, and the only alternative left to a righteous jury was a verdict which condemned the woman to death. Those mischievous members of the community, whose topsy-turvy sympathies feel for the living criminal and forget the dead victim, attempted to save her by means of high-flown petitions and contemptible correspondence in the newspapers. But the Judge held firm; and the Home Secretary held firm. They were entirely right; and the public were scandalously wrong.
Our Chaplain endeavored to offer the consolations of religion to the condemned wretch. She refused to accept his ministrations in language which filled him with grief and horror.
On the evening before the execution, the reverend gentleman laid on my table his own written report of a conversation which had passed between the Prisoner and himself.
“I see some hope, sir,” he said, “of inclining the heart of this woman to religious belief, before it is too late. Will you read my report, and say if you agree with me?”
I read it, of course. It was called “A Memorandum,” and was thus written:
“At his last interview with the Prisoner, the Chaplain asked her if she had ever entered a place of public worship. She replied that she had occasionally attended the services at a Congregational Church in this town; attracted by the reputation of the Minister as a preacher. “He entirely failed to make a Christian of me,’ she said; “but I was struck by his eloquence. Besides, he interested me personally–he was a fine man.’
“In the dreadful situation in which the woman was placed, such language as this shocked the Chaplain; he appealed in vain to the Prisoner’s sense of propriety. “You don’t understand women,’ she answered. “The greatest saint of my sex that ever lived likes to look at a preacher as well as to hear him. If he is an agreeable man, he has all the greater effect on her. This preacher’s voice told me he was kind-hearted; and I had only to look at his beautiful eyes to see that he was trustworthy and true.’
“It was useless to repeat a protest which had already failed. Recklessly and flippantly as she had described it, an impression had been produced on her. It occurred to the Chaplain that he might at least make the attempt to turn this result to her own religious advantage. He asked whether she would receive the Minister, if the reverend gentleman came to the prison. “That will depend,’ she said, “on whether you answer some questions which I want to put to you first.’ The Chaplain consented; provided always that he could reply with propriety to what she asked of him. Her first question only related to himself.
“She said: “The women who watch me tell me that you are a widower, and have a family of children. Is that true?’
“The Chaplain answered that it was quite true.
“She alluded next to a report, current in the town, that the Minister had resigned the pastorate. Being personally acquainted with him, the Chaplain was able to inform her that his resignation had not yet been accepted. On hearing this, she seemed to gather confidence. Her next inquiries succeeded each other rapidly, as follows:
“"Is my handsome preacher married?’
“"Yes.’
“"Has he got any children?’
“"He has never had any children.’
“"How long has he been married?’
“"As well as I know, about seven or eight years.
“"What sort of woman is his wife?’
“"A lady universally respected.’
“"I don’t care whether she is respected or not. Is she kind?’
“"Certainly!’
“"Is her husband well off?’
“"He has a sufficient income.’
“After that reply, the Prisoner’s curiosity appeared to be satisfied. She said, “Bring your friend the preacher to me, if you like’–and there it ended.
“What her object could have been in putting these questions, it seems to be impossible to guess. Having accurately reported all that took place, the Chaplain declares, with heartfelt regret, that he can exert no religious influence over this obdurate woman. He leaves it to the Governor to decide whether the Minister of the Congregational Church may not succeed, where the Chaplain of the Jail has failed. Herein is the one last hope of saving the soul of the Prisoner, now under sentence of death!”
In those serious words the Memorandum ended. Although not personally acquainted with the Minister I had heard of him, on all sides, as an excellent man. In the emergency that confronted us he had, as it seemed to me, his own sacred right to enter the prison; assuming that he was willing to accept, what I myself felt to be, a very serious responsibility. The first necessity was to discover whether we might hope to obtain his services. With my full approval the Chaplain left me, to state the circumstances to his reverend colleague.Chapter iii
The Child Appears.
During my friend’s absence, my attention was claimed by a sad incident–not unforeseen.
It is, I suppose, generally known that near relatives are admitted to take their leave of criminals condemned to death. In the case of the Prisoner now waiting for execution, no person applied to the authorities for permission to see her. I myself inquired if she had any relations living, and if she would like to see them. She answered: “None that I care to see, or that care to see me–except the nearest relation of all.”
In those last words the miserable creature alluded to her only child, a little girl (an infant, I should say), who had passed her first year’s birthday by a few months. The farewell interview was to take place on the mother’s last evening on earth; and the child was now brought into my rooms, in charge of her nurse.
I had seldom seen a brighter or prettier little girl. She was just able to walk alone, and to enjoy the first delight of moving from one place to another. Quite of her own accord she came to me, attracted I daresay by the glitter of my watch-chain. Helping her to climb on my knee, I showed the wonders of the watch, and held it to her ear. At that past time, death had taken my good wife from me; my two boys were away at Harrow School; my domestic life was the life of a lonely man. Whether I was reminded of the bygone days when my sons were infants on my knee, listening to the ticking of my watch–or whether the friendless position of the poor little creature, who had lost one parent and was soon to lose the other by a violent death, moved me in depths of pity not easily reached in my later experience–I am not able to say. This only I know: my heart ached for the child while she was laughing and listening; and something fell from me on the watch which I don’t deny might have been a tear. A few of the toys, mostly broken now, which my two children used to play with are still in my possession; kept, like my poor wife’s favorite jewels, for old remembrance’ sake. These I took from their repository when the attraction of my watch showed signs of failing. The child pounced on them with her chubby hands, and screamed with pleasure. And the hangman was waiting for her mother–and, more horrid still, the mother deserved it!
My duty required me to let the Prisoner know that her little daughter had arrived. Did that heart of iron melt at last? It might have been so, or it might not; the message sent back kept her secret. All that it said to me was: “Let the child wait till I send for her.”
The Minister had consented to help us. On his arrival at the prison, I received him privately in my study.
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