Capitola The Madcap

CAPITOLA THE MADCAP
PART II OF
THE HIDDEN HAND
BY
MRS. EMMA D. E. N. SOUTHWORTH

CONTENTS
I. The Orphan's Trial
II. Old Hurricane Storms
III. Cap's Visit to the Hidden House
IV. The Hidden Hollow
V. The Hidden House
VI. The Inmate of the Hidden House
VII. Cap's Return
VIII. Another Mystery at the Hidden House
IX. Cap Frees the Captive
X. Cap in Captivity
XI. An Unexpected Visitor at Marsh's Cottage
XII. Cap "Rests on her Laurels" and "Spoils for a Fight"

XIII. Black Donald
XIV. Glory
XV. Cap Captivates a Craven
XVI. Cap's Rage
XVII. Capitola Caps the Climax
XVIII. Black Donald's Last Attempt
XIX. The Awful Peril of Capitola
XX. The Next Morning
XXI. A Fatal Hatred
XXII. The Court-Martial
XXIII. The Verdict
XXIV. The End of the War
XXV. The Fortunate Bath
XXVI. The Mysterious Maniac
XXVII. The Maniac's Story
XXVIII. End of the Lady's Story
XXIX. Prospects Brighten
XXX. Capitola a Capitalist
XXXI. "There shall be light at the eventide."--Holy Bible

CAPITOLA THE MADCAP
SEQUEL TO THE HIDDEN HAND
CHAPTER I.
THE ORPHAN'S TRIAL
"We met ere yet the world had come
To wither up the springs of youth,
Amid the holy joys of home,
And in the first warm blush of youth.
We parted as they never part,
Whose tears are doomed to be forgot;
Oh, by what agony of heart.
Forget me not!--forget me not!"
--Anonymous.
At nine o'clock the next morning Traverse went to the library to keep
his tryst with Colonel Le Noir.
Seated in the doctor's leathern chair, with his head thrown back, his
nose erect and his white and jeweled hand caressing his mustached chin,
the colonel awaited the young man's communication.
With a slight bow Traverse took a chair and drew it up to the table,
seated himself and, after a little hesitation, commenced, and in a
modest and self-respectful manner announced that he was charged with
the last verbal instructions from the doctor to the executor of his will.
Colonel Le Noir left off caressing his chin for an instant, and, with a

wave of his dainty hand, silently intimated that the young man should
proceed.
Traverse then began and delivered the dying directions of the late
doctor, to the effect that his daughter Clara Day should not be removed
from the paternal mansion, but that she should be suffered to remain
there, retaining as a matronly companion her old friend Mrs. Marah
Rocke.
"Umm! umm! very ingenious, upon my word!" commented the colonel,
still caressing his chin.
"I have now delivered my whole message, sir, and have only to add that
I hope, for Miss Day's sake, there will be no difficulty thrown in the
way of the execution of her father's last wishes, which are also, sir, very
decidedly her own" said Traverse.
"Umm! doubtless they are--and also yours and your worthy mother's."
"Sir, Miss Day's will in this matter is certainly mine. Apart from the
consideration of her pleasure, my wishes need not be consulted. As
soon as I have seen Miss Day made comfortable I leave for the far
West," said Traverse, with much dignity.
"Umm! and leave mama here to guard the golden prize until your return,
eh?" sneered the colonel.
"Sir, I do not--wish to understand you," said Traverse with a flushed
brow.
"Possibly not, my excellent young friend," said the colonel, ironically;
then, rising from his chair and elevating his voice, he cried, "but I, sir,
understand you and your mother and your pretty scheme perfectly!
Very ingenious invention, these 'last verbal instructions.' Very pretty
plan to entrap an heiress; but it shall not avail you, adventurers that you
are! This afternoon Sauter, the confidential attorney of my late
brother-in-law, will be here with the will, which shall be read in the
presence of the assembled household. If these last verbal directions are

also to be found duplicated in the will, very good, they shall be obeyed;
if they not, shall be discredited."
During this speech Traverse stood with kindling eyes and blazing
cheeks, scarcely able to master his indignation; yet, to his credit be it
spoken, he did "rule his own spirit" and replied with dignity and
calmness:
"Colonel Le Noir, my testimony in regard to the last wishes of Doctor
Day can, if necessary, be supported by other evidence--though I do not
believe that any man who did not himself act in habitual disregard of
truth would wantonly question the veracity of another."
"Sir! this to me!" exclaimed Le Noir, growing white with rage and
making a step toward the young man.
"Yes, Colonel Le Noir, that to you! And this in addition; You have
presumed to charge my mother, in connection with myself, with being
an adventuress; with forming dishonorable 'schemes,' and in so
charging her, Colonel Le Noir,