It struck Paul that the contiguity of a certain barber"s shop and its dangerous reminiscences had something to do with George"s lofty depreciation of his surroundings, and he could not help saying:--
"Then you don"t find it necessary to have it convenient to the barber"s shop any more? I am glad of that, George."
The shot told. The unfortunate George, after an endeavor to collect himself by altering his pose two or three times in rapid succession, finally collapsed, and, with an air of mingled pain and dignity, but without losing his ceremonious politeness or unique vocabulary, said:--
"Yo" got me dah, sah! Yo" got me dah! De infirmities o" human natcheh, sah, is de common p"operty ob man, and a gemplum like yo"self, sah, a legislato" and a pow"ful speakah, is de la.s.s one to hol" it agin de individal pusson. I confess, sah, de circ.u.mstances was propiskuous, de fees fahly good, and de risks inferior. De gemplum who kept de shop was an artess hisself, and had been n.i.g.g.ah to Kernel Henderson of Tennessee, and do gemplum I relieved was a Mr. Johnson. But de Kernel, he wouldn"t see it in dat light, sah, and if yo" don" mind, sah"--
"I haven"t the slightest idea of telling the colonel or anybody, George," said Paul, smiling; "and I am glad to find on your own account that you are able to put aside any work beyond your duty here."
"Thank yo", sah. If yo" "ll let me introduce yo" to de refreshment, yo" "ll find it all right now. De Glencoe is dah. De Kernel will be here soon, but he would be pow"ful mo"tified, sah, if yo" didn"t hab something afo" he come." He opened a well-filled sideboard as he spoke. It was the first evidence Paul had seen of the colonel"s restored fortunes. He would willingly have contented himself with this mere outward manifestation, but in his desire to soothe the ruffled dignity of the old man he consented to partake of a small gla.s.s of spirits. George at once became radiant and communicative. "De Kernel bin gone to Santa Clara to see de young lady dat"s finished her edercation dah--de Kernel"s only ward, sah. She"s one o" dose million-heiresses and highly connected, sah, wid de old Mexican Gobbermen, I understand. And I reckon dey"s bin big goin"s on doun dar, foh de Mayer kem hisself fo" de Kernel. Looks like des might bin a proceshon, sah. Yo" don" know of a young lady bin hab a t.i.tle, sah?
I won"t be shuah, his Honah de Mayer or de Kernel didn"t say someting about a "Donna"."
"Very likely," said Paul, turning away with a faint smile. So it was already in the air! Setting aside the old negro"s characteristic exaggeration, there had already been some conversation between the colonel and the Mayor, which George had vaguely overheard. He might be too late, the alternative might be no longer in his hands. But his discomposure was heightened a moment later by the actual apparition of the returning Pendleton.
He was dressed in a tightly b.u.t.toned blue frock-coat, which fairly accented his tall, thin military figure, although the top lappel was thrown far enough back to show a fine ruffled cambric shirt and checked gingham necktie, and was itself adorned with a white rosebud in the b.u.t.ton-hole. Fawn-colored trousers strapped over narrow patent-leather boots, and a tall white hat, whose broad mourning-band was a perpetual memory of his mother, who had died in his boyhood, completed his festal transformation. Yet his erect carriage, high aquiline nose, and long gray drooping moustache lent a distinguishing grace to this survival of a bygone fashion, and over-rode any irreverent comment. Even his slight limp seemed to give a peculiar character to his ma.s.sive gold-headed stick, and made it a part of his formal elegance.
Handing George his stick and a military cape he carried easily over his left arm, he greeted Paul warmly, yet with a return of his old dominant manner.
"Glad to see you, Hathaway, and glad to see the boy has served you better than the last time. If I had known you were coming, I would have tried to get back in time to have breakfast with you. But your friends at "Rosario"--I think they call it; in my time it was owned by Colonel Briones, and HE called it "The Devil"s Little Canyon"--detained me with some d--d civilities. Let"s see--his name is Woods, isn"t it?
Used to sell rum to runaway sailors on Long Wharf, and take stores in exchange? Or was it Baker?--Judge Baker? I forget which. Well, sir, they wished to be remembered."
It struck Paul, perhaps unreasonably, that the colonel"s indifference and digression were both a little a.s.sumed, and he asked abruptly,--
"And you fulfilled your mission?"
"I made the formal transfer, with the Mayor, of the property to Miss Arguello."
"To Miss Arguello?"
"To the Dona Maria Concepcion de Arguello de la Yerba Buena--to speak precisely," said the colonel, slowly. "George, you can take that hat to that blank hatter--what"s his blanked name? I read it only yesterday in a list of the prominent citizens here--and tell him, with my compliments, that I want a GENTLEMAN"S mourning band around my hat, and not a child"s shoelace. It may be HIS idea of the value of his own parents--if he ever had any--but I don"t care for him to appraise mine.
Go!"
As the door closed upon George, Paul turned to the colonel--
"Then am I to understand that you have agreed to her story?"
The colonel rose, picked up the decanter, poured out a gla.s.s of whiskey, and holding it in his hand, said:--
"My dear Hathaway, let us understand each other. As a gentleman, I have made a point through life never to question the age, name, or family of any lady of my acquaintance. Miss Yerba Buena came of age yesterday, and, as she is no longer my ward, she is certainly ent.i.tled to the consideration I have just mentioned. If she, therefore, chooses to tack to her name the whole Spanish directory, I don"t see why I shouldn"t accept it."
Characteristic as this speech appeared to be of the colonel"s ordinary manner, it struck Paul as being only an imitation of his usual frank independence, and made him uneasily conscious of some vague desertion on Pendleton"s part. He fixed his bright eyes on his host, who was ostentatiously sipping his liquor, and said:--
"Am I to understand that you have heard nothing more from Miss Yerba, either for or against her story? That you still do not know whether she has deceived herself, has been deceived by others, or is deceiving us?"
"After what I have just told you, Mr. Hathaway," said the colonel, with an increased exaggeration of manner which Paul thought must be apparent even to himself, "I should have but one way of dealing with questions of that kind from anybody but yourself."
This culminating extravagance--taken in connection with Pendleton"s pa.s.sing doubts--actually forced a laugh from Paul in spite of his bitterness.
Colonel Pendleton"s face flushed quickly. Like most positive one-idea"d men, he was restricted from any possible humorous combination, and only felt a mysterious sense of being detected in some weakness. He put down his gla.s.s.
"Mr. Hathaway," he began, with a slight vibration in his usual dominant accents, "you have lately put me under a sense of personal obligation for a favor which I felt I could accept without derogation from a younger man, because it seemed to be one not only of youthful generosity but of justice, and was not unworthy the exalted ambition of a young man like yourself or the simple deserts of an old man such as I am. I accepted it, sir, the more readily, because it was entirely unsolicited by me, and seemed to be the spontaneous offering of your own heart. If I have presumed upon it to express myself freely on other matters in a way that only excites your ridicule, I can but offer you an apology, sir. If I have accepted a favor I can neither renounce nor return, I must take the consequences to myself, and even beg YOU, sir, to put up with them."
Remorseful as Paul felt, there was a singular resemblance between the previous reproachful pose of George and this present att.i.tude of his master, as if the mere propinquity of personal sacrifice had made them alike, that struck him with a mingled pathos and ludicrousness. But he said warmly, "It is I who must apologize, my dear colonel. I am not laughing at your conclusions, but at this singular coincidence with a discovery I have made."
"As how, sir?"
"I find in the report of the Chief of the Police for the year 1850 that Kate Howard was under the protection of a man named Arguello."
The colonel"s exaggeration instantly left him. He stared blankly at Paul. "And you call this a laughing matter, sir?" he said sternly, but in his more natural manner.
"Perhaps not, but I don"t think, if you will allow me to say so, my dear colonel, that YOU have been treating the whole affair very seriously. I left you two months ago utterly opposed to views which you are now treating as of no importance. And yet you wish me to believe that nothing has happened, and that you have no further information than you had then. That this is so, and that you are really no nearer the FACTS, I am willing to believe from your ignorance of what I have just told you, and your concern at it. But that you have not been influenced in your JUDGMENT of what you do know, I cannot believe?" He drew nearer Pendleton, and laid his hand upon his arm.
"I beg you to be frank with me, for the sake of the person whose interests I see you have at heart. In what way will the discovery I have just made affect them? You are not so far prejudiced as to be blind to the fact that it may be dangerous because it seems corroborative."
Pendleton coughed, rose, took his stick, and limped up and down the room, finally dropping into an armchair by the window, with his cane between his knees, and the drooping gray silken threads of his long moustache curled nervously between his fingers.
"Mr. Hathaway, I WILL be frank with you. I know nothing of this blank affair--blank it all!--but what I"ve told you. Your discovery may be a coincidence, nothing more. But I HAVE been influenced, sir,--influenced by one of the most perfect G.o.ddess-like--yes, sir; one of the most simple girlish creatures that G.o.d ever sent upon earth. A woman that I should be proud to claim as my daughter, a woman that would always be the superior of any man who dare aspire to be her husband! A young lady as peerless in her beauty as she is in her accomplishments, and whose equal don"t walk this planet! I know, sir, YOU don"t follow me; I know, Mr. Hathaway, your Puritan prejudices; your Church proclivities, your worldly sense of propriety; and, above all, sir, the blanked hypocritical Pharisaic doctrines of your party--I mean no offense to YOU, sir, personally--blind you to that girl"s perfections. She, poor child, herself has seen it and felt it, but never, in her blameless innocence and purity, suspecting the cause, "There is," she said to me last night, confidentially, "something strangely antagonistic and repellent in our natures, some undefined and nameless barrier between our ever understanding each other." You comprehend, Mr. Hathaway, she does full justice to your intentions and your unquestioned abilities. "I am not blind," she said, "to Mr.
Hathaway"s gifts, and it is very possible the fault lies with me." Her very words, sir."
"Then you believe she is perfectly ignorant of her real mother?" asked Paul, with a steady voice, but a whitening face.
"As an unborn child," said the colonel, emphatically. "The snow on the Sierras is not more spotlessly pure of any trace or contamination of the mud of the mining ditches, than she of her mother and her past.
The knowledge of it, the mere breath of suspicion of it, in her presence would be a profanation, sir! Look at her eye--open as the sky and as clear; look at her face and figure--as clean, sir, as a Blue-Gra.s.s thoroughbred! Look at the way she carries herself, whether in those white frillings of her simple school-gown, or that black evening dress that makes her look like a princess! And, blank me, if she isn"t one! There"s no poor stock there--no white trash--no mixed blood, sir. Blank it all, sir, if it comes to THAT--the Arguellos--if there"s a hound of them living--might go down on their knees to have their name borne by such a creature! By the Eternal, sir, if one of them dared to cross her path with a word that wasn"t abject--yes, sir, ABJECT, I"d wipe his dust off the earth and send it back to his ancestors before he knew where he was, or my name isn"t Harry Pendleton!"
Hopeless and inconsistent as all this was, it was a wonderful sight to see the colonel, his dark stern face illuminated with a zealot"s enthusiasm, his eyes on fire, the ends of his gray moustache curling around his set jaw, his head thrown back, his legs astride, and his gold-headed stick held in the hollow of his elbow, like a lance at rest! Paul saw it, and knew that this Quixotic transformation was part of HER triumph, and yet had a miserable consciousness that the charms of this Dulcinea del Toboso had scarcely been exaggerated. He turned his eyes away, and said quietly,--
"Then you don"t think this coincidence will ever awaken any suspicion in regard to her real mother?"
"Not in the least, sir--not in the least," said the colonel, yet, perhaps, with more doggedness than conviction of accent. "n.o.body but yourself would ever notice that police report, and the connection of that woman"s name with his was not notorious, or I should have known it."
"And you believe," continued Paul hopelessly, "that Miss Yerba"s selection of the name was purely accidental?"
"Purely--a school-girl"s fancy. Fancy, did I say? No, sir; by Jove, an inspiration!"
"And," continued Paul, almost mechanically, "you do not think it may be some insidious suggestion of an enemy who knew of this transient relation that no one suspected?"
To his final amazement Pendleton"s brow cleared! "An enemy? Gad! you may be right. I"ll look into it; and, if that is the case, which I scarcely dare hope for, Mr. Hathaway, you can safely leave him to ME."
He looked so supremely confident in his fatuous heroism that Paul could say no more. He rose and, with a faint smile upon his pale face, held out his hand. "I think that is all I have to say. When you see Miss Yerba again,--as you will, no doubt,--you may tell her that I am conscious of no misunderstanding on my part, except, perhaps, as to the best way I could serve her, and that, but for what she has told YOU, I should certainly have carried away no remembrance of any misunderstanding of HERS."
"Certainly," said the colonel, with cheerful philosophy, "I will carry your message with pleasure. You understand how it is, Mr. Hathaway.
There is no accounting for these instincts--we can only accept them as they are. But I believe that your intentions, sir, were strictly according to what you conceived to be your duty. You won"t take something before you go? Well, then--good-by."
Two weeks later Paul found among his morning letters an envelope addressed in Colonel Pendleton"s boyish scrawling hand. He opened it with an eagerness that no studied self-control nor rigid preoccupation of his duties had yet been able to subdue, and glanced hurriedly at its contents:--
DEAR SIR,--As I am on the point of sailing to Europe to-morrow to escort Miss Arguello and Miss Woods on an extended visit to England and the Continent, I am desirous of informing you that I have thus far been unable to find any foundation for the suggestions thrown out by you in our last interview. Miss Arguello"s Spanish acquaintances have been very select, and limited to a few school friends and Don Caesar and Dona Anna Briones, tried friends, who are also fellow-pa.s.sengers with us to Europe. Miss Arguello suggests that some political difference between you and Don Caesar, which occurred during your visit to Rosario three months ago, may have, perhaps, given rise to your supposition.
She joins me in best wishes for your public career, which even in the distraction of foreign travel and the obligations of her position she will follow from time to time with the greatest interest.
Very respectfully yours,