"Where is he?"
"At Paigecourt. I asked him to go because he is the best doctor I ever knew. He came down here to see me; he is not detailed for duty under contract. I asked him to go and see Stephen Craig. He grumbled-and went."
She looked up shyly at Berkley, smiled for the first time, then her pale young face grew beautiful and solemn.
"You dear girl," he said impulsively, taking both her hands and kissing them. "I am so glad for you-and for him. I knew it would come true."
"Yes. But I had to tell him-I started to tell him-and-oh, would you believe how splendid he is! He knew already! He stopped me short-and I never can forget the look in his face. And he said: "Child-child! You can tell me nothing I am not already aware of. And I am aware of nothing except your goodness.""
"I thought I knew Phineas Benton," said Berkley, warmly. "He was too upright a character for me to enjoy with any comfort-a few years back... . I"m trying harder than you ever had to, Letty. You always desired to be decent; I didn"t." He shook both her hands heartily.
"You deserve every atom of your happiness, you dear, sweet girl! I only wish you were safely out of here and back in the North!"
Letty began to cry softly:
"Forgive me, please; I"m not naturally as tearful as this. I am just tired. I"ve done too much-seen too much-and it hasn"t hardened me; it has made me like a silly child, ready to sniffle at anything."
Berkley laughed gently.
"Why are you crying now, Letty?"
"B-because they have offered me a furlough. I didn"t apply. But Dr. Benton has made me take it. And it almost kills me to go North and leave Ailsa-alone-and so strangely changed toward me--"
She straightened her shoulders resolutely; brushed the tears from her lashes; strove to smile at him.
"Shall we walk a little? I am not on duty, you know; and I"ve had enough sleep. There"s such a pretty lane along the creek behind the chapel... . What are you doing here, anyway? I suppose you are acting orderly to poor Colonel Arran? How splendidly the Lancers have behaved! ... And those darling Zouaves!-oh, we are just bursting with pride over our Zou-zous--"
They had turned away together, walking slowly through the grove toward a little cart road deep in golden seeded gra.s.s which wound down a hollow all moist with ferns and brambles and young trees in heavy leaf.
Her hand, unconsciously, had sought his nestling into it with a confidence that touched him; her pale, happy face turned continually to meet his as she chatted innocently of the things which went to make up the days of life for her, never conscious of herself, or that the artless chatter disclosed anything admirable in her own character. She prattled on at random, sometimes naive, sometimes wistful, sometimes faintly humourous-a brave, clean spirit that was content to take the consequence of duty done-a tender, gentle soul, undeformed amid the sordid horrors that hardened or crippled souls less innocent.
Calm, resourceful, patient, undismayed amid conditions that sickened mature experience to the verge of despair, she went about her business day after day, meeting all requisitions upon her slender endurance without faltering, without even supposing there was anything unusual or praiseworthy in what she did.
She was only one of many women who did full duty through the darkest days the nation ever knew-saints in homespun, martyrs uncanonised save in the hearts of the stricken.
There was a small wooden foot-bridge spanning the brook, with a rough seat nailed against the rail.
"One of my convalescents made it for me," she said proudly. "He could use only one arm, and he had such a hard time sawing and hammering! and the foolish boy wouldn"t let anybody help him."
She seated herself in the cool shade of a water oak, retaining his hand in hers and making room for him beside her.
"I wonder," she said, "if you know how good you have been to me.
You changed all my life. Do you realise it?"
"You changed it yourself, Letty."
She sighed, leaned back, dreamy eyed, watching the sun spots glow and wane on the weather-beaten footbridge.
"In war time-here in the wards-men seem gentler to women-kinder-than in times of peace. I have stood beside many thousands; not one has been unkind-lacking in deference... ." A slight smile grew on her lips; she coloured a little, looked up at Berkley, humorously.
"It would surprise you to know how many have asked me to marry them... . Such funny boys... . I scolded some of them and made them write immediately to their sweethearts... . The older men were more difficult to manage-men from the West-such fine, simple-natured fellows-just sick and lonely enough to fall in love with any woman who fanned them and brought them lemonade... . I loved them all dearly. They have been very sweet to me... . Men are good... . If a woman desires it... . The world is so full of people who don"t mean to do wrong."
She bent her head, considering, lost in the retrospection of her naive philosophy.
Berkley, secretly amused, was aware of several cadaverous convalescents haunting the bushes above, dodging the eyes of this pretty nurse whom one and all adored, and whom they now beheld, with jealous misgivings, in intimate and unwarrantable tete-a-tete with a common and disgustingly healthy cavalryman.
Then his weather-tanned features grew serious.
The sunny moments slipped away as the sunlit waters slipped under the bridge; a bird or two, shy and songless in their moulting fever, came to the stream to drink, looking up, bright eyed, at the two who sat there in the mid-day silence. One, a cardinal, ruffled his crimson crest, startled, as Berkley moved slightly.
"The Red Birds," he said, half aloud. "To me they are the sweetest singers of all. I remember them as a child, Letty."
After a while Letty rose; her thin hand lingered, on his shoulder as she stood beside him, and he got to his feet and adjusted belt and sabre.
"I love to be with you," she said wistfully. "It"s only because I do need a little more sleep that I am going back."
"Of course," he nodded. And they retraced their steps together.
He left her at the door of the quaint, one-storied stone building where, she explained, she had a cot.
"You will come to see me again before you go back to your regiment, won"t you?" she pleaded, keeping one hand in both of hers.
"Of course I will. Try to get some sleep, Letty. You"re tremendously pretty when you"ve had plenty of sleep."
They both laughed; then she went indoors and he turned away across the road, under the windows of the ward where Ailsa was on duty, and so around to his store-room dwelling-place, where he sat down on the cot amid the piles of boxes and drew from his pocket the crumpled sheets of the letter that Ailsa had given him.
The handwriting seemed vaguely familiar to him; he glanced curiously down the page; his eyes became riveted; he reddened to the roots of his hair; then he deliberately began at the beginning, reading very carefully.
The letter had been written several weeks ago; it was dated, and signed with Hallam"s name:
"MY DEAR MRS. PAIGE:
"Only my solemn sense of duty to all pure womanhood enables me to indite these lines to you; and, by so doing, to invite, nay, to encourage a cruel misunderstanding of my sincerest motives.
"But my letter is not dictated by malice or inspired by the natural chagrin which animates a man of spirit when he reflects upon the undeserved humiliation which he has endured from her who was once dearer to him than life itself. Mine is a nature susceptible and sensitive, yet, I natter myself, incapable of harbouring sentiments unworthy of a gentleman and a soldier.
"To forgive, to condone, is always commendable in man; but, madam, there is a higher duty men owe to womanhood-to chaste and trusting womanhood, incapable of defending itself from the wiles and schemes which ever are waiting to ensnare it.
"It is for this reason, and for this reason alone, that, my suspicions fully aroused, I have been at some pains to verify them. A heart conscious of its moral rect.i.tude does not flinch from the duty before it or from the pain which, unfortunately, the execution of that duty so often inflicts upon the innocent.
"Believe me, dear Mrs. Paige, it is a sad task that lies before me. Woman is frail and weak by nature. Man"s n.o.blest aspiration can attain no loftier consummation than in the protection of a pure woman against contamination.
"Mine becomes the unhappy mission of unmasking two unworthy people whom you, in your innocence and trust, have cherished close to your heart. I speak of the trooper Ormond-whose name I believe you know is Philip Berkley-and, if you now hear it for the first time, it is proof additional of his deceit and perfidy.
"The other is Miss Lynden, known, in a certain immoral resort called the Canterbury, as Letty Lynden, or "Daisy" Lynden.
"She was a dancer in the Canterbury Music Hall. I enclose photographs of her in costume, also receipts from her landlady, washing lists, her contract with the Canterbury, all in her own handwriting, and all gathered for me at my request by a New York detective, and forwarded to me here. Among these papers you will find several notes written to her in the spring and summer of 1861 by the trooper Berkley and discovered in her room by her landlady after her departure. A perusal of them is sufficient to leave no doubt concerning the character of this young woman-who, apparently, neglected by the fellow, Berkley, pleaded piteously with him for an interview, and was, as you see, cynically rebuffed.
"I enclose, also, an affidavit made by Miss Lynden"s landlady that she, Letty, or "Daisy" Lynden, was commonly understood to be the mistress of Berkley; that he took her from the Canterbury and from her lodgings, paid her board bills, and installed her in rooms at the enclosed address, where she remained until she found employment with a Doctor Benton.