THE $30,000 BEQUEST and Other Stories by Mark Twain

I would not kill thy soul, in which all once seemed just, right,

and perfect; but I must be brief, woman.

A. What, talk you of killing? Oh, Farcillo, Farcillo, what is

the matter?

F. Aye, I do, without doubt; mark what I say, Amelia.

A. Then, O God, O Heaven, and Angels, be propitious, and have mercy

upon me.

F. Amen to that, madam, with all my heart, and with all my soul.

A. Farcillo, listen to me one moment; I hope you will not kill me.

F. Kill you, aye, that I will; attest it, ye fair host of light,

record it, ye dark imps of hell!

A. Oh, I fear you–you are fatal when darkness covers your brow;

yet I know not why I should fear, since I never wronged you in all

my life. I stand, sir, guiltless before you.

F. You pretend to say you are guiltless! Think of thy sins,

Amelia; think, oh, think, hidden woman.

A. Wherein have I not been true to you? That death is unkind,

cruel, and unnatural, that kills for living.

F. Peace, and be still while I unfold to thee.

A. I will, Farcillo, and while I am thus silent, tell me the cause

of such cruel coldness in an hour like this.

F. That RING, oh, that ring I so loved, and gave thee as the ring

of my heart; the allegiance you took to be faithful, when it

was presented; the kisses and smiles with which you honored it.

You became tired of the donor, despised it as a plague, and finally

gave it to Malos, the hidden, the vile traitor.

A. No, upon my word and honor, I never did; I appeal to the Most

High to bear me out in this matter. Send for Malos, and ask him.

F. Send for Malos, aye! Malos you wish to see; I thought so.

I knew you could not keep his name concealed. Amelia, sweet Amelia,

take heed, take heed of perjury; you are on the stage of death,

to suffer for YOUR SINS.

A. What, not to die I hope, my Farcillo, my ever beloved.

F. Yes, madam, to die a traitor’s death. Shortly your spirit shall

take its exit; therefore confess freely thy sins, for to deny tends

only to make me groan under the bitter cup thou hast made for me.

Thou art to die with the name of traitor on thy brow!

A. Then, O Lord, have mercy upon me; give me courage, give me grace

and fortitude to stand this hour of trial.

F. Amen, I say, with all my heart.

A. And, oh, Farcillo, will you have mercy, too? I never

intentionally offended you in all my life, never LOVED Malos,

never gave him cause to think so, as the high court of Justice

will acquit me before its tribunal.

F. Oh, false, perjured woman, thou didst chill my blood, and makest

me a demon like thyself. I saw the ring.

A. He found it, then, or got it clandestinely; send for him,

and let him confess the truth; let his confession be sifted.

F. And you still with to see him! I tell you, madam, he hath

already confessed, and thou knowest the darkness of thy heart.

A. What, my deceived Farcillo, that I gave him the ring, in which

all my affections were concentrated? Oh, surely not.

F. Aye, he did. Ask thy conscience, and it will speak with a voice

of thunder to thy soul.

A. He will not say so, he dare not, he cannot.

F. No, he will not say so now, because his mouth, I trust, is hushed

in death, and his body stretched to the four winds of heaven,

to be torn to pieces by carnivorous birds.

A. What, he is dead, and gone to the world of spirits with that

declaration in his mouth? Oh, unhappy man! Oh, insupportable hour!

F. Yes, and had all his sighs and looks and tears been lives, my great

revenge could have slain them all, without the least condemnation.

A. Alas! he is ushered into eternity without testing the matter

for which I am abused and sentenced and condemned to die.

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