"It grows on one."
"It also grows on two," she answered.
"I"d enjoy being careless for once," said Harry.
"Women can be extravagant with everything but carelessness," she insisted. "Do you like this gown?"
"It is lovely--like yourself."
"Then perhaps you will be willing to take me to the party to-night. My mother will chaperon us."
"With these clothes that have just been hauled out of a saddle-bag?" said Harry with a look of alarm.
"Even rags could not hide the beauty of him," said Kelso as he came down from the porch to greet them. "And look at her," he went on. "Was there ever a fairer maid in spite of all her troubles? See the red in her cheeks and the diamond glow of youth and health in her eyes. You should see the young men sighing and guitaring around her."
"You"ll hear me tuning up," Harry declared.
"That is father"s way of comforting my widowhood," said Bim. "He has made a wonderful beauty mask and often he claps it on me and whistles up a band of sighing lovers. As a work of the imagination I am a great success."
"The look of you sets my heart afire again," the boy exclaimed.
"Come--put up your guitar and take mother and me to the party at Mrs.
Kinzie"s," said Bim. "A very grand young man was coming to take us in a wonderful carriage but he"s half an hour late now. We won"t wait for him."
So the three set out together afoot for Mrs. Kinzie"s, while Samson sat down for a visit with Jack Kelso.
"Mrs. Kinzie enjoys the distinction of owning a piano," said Bim as they went on. "There are only three pianos In the city and so far we have discovered only two people who can play on them--the music teacher and a young gentleman from Baltimore. When they are being played on people gather around the houses where they are."
The Kinzies" house was of brick and larger and more pretentious than any in Chicago. Its lawn, veranda and parlor were crowded with people in a curious variety of costumes.
Nearly all the festive company wore diamonds. They scintillated on fingers, some of which were knotted with toil; they glowed on shirt bosoms and morning as well as evening gowns; on necks and ears which should have been spared the emphasis of jewels. They were the accepted badge and token of success. People who wore them not were either new arrivals or those of questionable wealth and taste. So far had this singular vanity progressed that a certain rich man, who had lost a finger in a saw mill, wore an immense solitaire next to the stub, it may be presumed, as a memorial to the departed.
Colonel Zachary Taylor, who had laterly arrived from Florida and was presently returning with a regiment of recruits for the Seminole War, was at Mrs. Kinzie"s party. He was then a man of middle age with iron gray hair and close cropped side whiskers. A splendid figure he was in his uniform. He remembered Harry and took him in hand and introduced him to many of his friends as the best scout in the Black Hawk War, and, in spite of his dress, the young man became one of the lions of the evening.
"I reckon I could tell you some things about this boy," the Colonel said to Bim.
"He may not be afraid of guns or Indians but he has always been scared of women," said she.
"Which shows that he has a just sense of the relative importance of perils," the Colonel answered. "A man of the highest chivalry is ever afraid in the presence of a lovely woman and chiefly for her sake. I once held a beautiful vase in my hands. They said it was worth ten thousand dollars. I was afraid until I had put it down."
"A great piano player from New York" was introduced. She played on Mrs.
Kinzie"s instrument, after which Bim sang a number of Scottish ballads and "delightfully" if one may believe a chronicler so partial as Harry Needles, the value of whose judgment is somewhat affected by the statement in his diary that as she stood by the piano her voice and beauty set his heart thumping in his breast. However of the charm and popularity of this young lady there is ample evidence in copies of The Democrat which are still preserved and in sundry letters and journals of that time.
The refreshment table was decorated with pyramids of quartered oranges in nets of spun sugar and large frosted cakes. There were roasted pigeons and turkeys and chickens and a big ham, served with jelly, and platters of doughnuts and bread and b.u.t.ter and cabbage salad. Every one ate heartily and was served often, for the supper was thought to be the most important feature of a party those days.
After refreshments the men went outside to smoke and talk--some with pipes--of ca.n.a.ls, railroads and corner lots while the younger people were dancing and being proudly surveyed by their mothers.
As Harry and the ladies were leaving Colonel Taylor came to them and said:
"Young man, I am the voice of your country. I call you to Florida. Will you go with us next week?"
Harry looked into Bim"s eyes.
"The campaign will be over in a year and I need you badly," the Colonel urged.
"I can not say no to the call of my country," Harry answered. "I will join your regiment at Beardstown on its way down the river."
That night Harry and Bim stood by the gate talking after Mrs. Kelso had gone into the house.
"Bim, I love you more than ever," said the boy. "Abe says you can get a divorce. I have brought the papers for you to sign. They will make you free. I have done it for your sake. You will be under no obligation. I want you to be free to marry whom you will. I would be the happiest man in the world if you were to choose me. I haven"t the wealth of some of these city men. I can only offer you my love."
"Be careful and please let go of my hand," she said. "The time has come when it would be possible to spoil our story. I"m not going to say a word of love to you. I am not free yet. We couldn"t marry if we wanted to. I wish you to be under no sense of obligation to me. Many things may happen in a year. I am glad you are going to see more of the world before you settle down, Harry. You will stop in New Orleans and see some of its beautiful women. It will help you to be sure to know yourself a little better and to be sure of what you want to do."
There was a note of sadness in her voice as she spoke these words which be recalled with a sense of comfort on many a lonely day.
"I think that I know myself fairly well," he answered. "There are so many better men who want to marry you! I shall go away with a great fear in me."
"There are no better men," she answered. "When you get back we shall see what comes of our little romance. Meanwhile I"m going to pray for you."
"And I for you," he said as he followed her into the house where the older people sat waiting for them. Harry gave the papers to Bim to be signed and attested and forwarded to Mr. Stuart in Springfield.
On their way to the hotel Samson said to Harry:
"I don"t believe Bim is going to be carried away by any of these high-flyers. She"s getting to be a very sensible person. Jack is disgusted by what he calls "the rank commercialism of the place." I told him about that horse-thief Davis. He was the man who was going to the party to-night with the ladies. He"s in love with Bim. Jack says that the men here are mostly of that type. They seem to have gone crazy in the scramble for riches. Their motto is: "Get it; do it honestly if you can, but get it." I guess that was exactly the plan of Davis in trying to get a horse.
"Poor Jack has caught the plague. He has invested in land. Thinks it will make him rich. He"s in poor health too--kidney trouble--and Bim has a baby with all the rest--a beautiful boy. I went up-stairs and saw him asleep in his cradle. Looks like her. Hair as yellow as gold, light complexion, blue eyes, handsome as a picture."
That night in the office of the City Hotel they found Mr. Lionel Davis in the midst of a group of excited speculators. In some way he had got across the prairies and was selling his land and accepting every offer on the plea that he was going into the grain business in St. Louis and had to leave Chicago next day. Samson and Harry watched him while he exercised the arts of the auctioneer in cleaning his slate. Diamonds and gold watches were taken and many thousands of dollars in bank bills and coin came into his hands. He choked the market with bargains. The buyers began to back off. They were like hungry dogs laboring with a difficult problem of mastication. Mr. Davis closed his carpet bag and left.
"It was a kind of horse stealin"," said Samson as they were going to bed.
"He got news down there on the main road by pony express on its way to St. Louis. I"ll bet there"s been a panic in the East. He"s awake and the others are still dreamin"."
CHAPTER XIX
WHEREIN IS ONE OF THE MANY PRIVATE PANICS WHICH FOLLOWED THE BURSTING OF THE BUBBLE OF SPECULATION.
Samson and Harry saw the bursting of the great bubble of "37. Late that night Disaster, loathsome and thousand legged, crept into the little city. It came on a steamer from the East and hastened from home to home, from tavern to tavern. It bit as it traveled. Great banks had suspended payment; New York had suffered a panic; many large business enterprises in the East had failed; certain agents for the bonds of Illinois had absconded with the state"s money; in the big cities there had been an ominous closing of doors and turning of locks; a great army of men were out of employment. Those of sound judgment in Chicago knew that all the grand schemes of the statesmen and speculators of Illinois were as the visions of an ended dream. The local banks did not open their doors next day. The little city was in a frenzy of excitement. The streets were filled with a shouting, half crazed throng. New fortunes had shrunk to nothing and less than nothing in a night. Lots in the city were offered for a t.i.the of what their market value had been. Davis had known that the storm would arrive with the first steamer and in the slang of business had put on a life-preserver. Samson knew that the time to buy was when every one wanted to sell. He wore a belt with some two thousand dollars of gold coin tucked away in its pockets. He bought two corner lots for himself in the city and two acres for Mrs. Lukins on the prairie half a mile from town. They got their deeds and went to the Kelsos to bid them good-by.
"Is there anything I can do for you?" Samson asked.
"Just give us a friendly thought now and then," said Kelso.
"You can have my horse or my wallet or the strength of my two hands."