"No," was the still laughing reply. "What is more, you shall have another surprising experience; you shall eat your supper--for the first time, I imagine--in the kitchen. It will save time and trouble, and some of my agents may appear soon. Well, well, all has turned out, so far, better than I ever hoped. I have been able to keep track of all the most important movements; I have seen a decisive battle, and have sent intelligence of everything to Washington.
A certain man there cannot say that I have failed in my duty, unexpected and terrible as has been the emergency. By morning the military from the forts in the harbor will be on hand. One or two more such victories, and this dragon of a mob will expire."
"Papa, should not something be done to find and protect Mammy Borden?"
"Yes, as soon as possible; but we must make sure that the city"s safe, and our own lives secure before looking after one poor creature.
She has undoubtedly gone to her son, as you suggest. After such a scare as she has had she will keep herself and him out of sight.
They are both shrewd and intelligent for their race, and will, no doubt, either hide or escape from the city together. Rest a.s.sured she went out heavily veiled and disguised. She would have said good-by had she not feared you would detain her, and, as you say, her motive was probably twofold. She saw how she endangered us, and, mother-like, she was determined to be with her son."
"Come, papa, the coffee"s boiled, and supper, such as it is, is on the table. Hungry as I am, I cannot eat till you have told me all."
"All about the fight?"
"Yes, and--and--Well, what part did Mr. Merwyn take in it?"
"Ah, now I am to recite MY epic. How all is changed since Blauvelt kindled your eyes and flushed your cheeks with the narration of heroic deeds! Then we heard of armies whose tread shook the continent, and whose guns have echoed around the world. Men, already historic for all time, were the leaders, and your soldier friends were clad in a uniform which distinguished them as the nation"s defenders.
My humble hero had merely an ill-fitting policeman"s coat b.u.t.toned over his soiled, ragged blouse. Truly it is fit that I should recite his deeds in a kitchen and not in a library. When was the heroic policeman sung in homeric verse before? When--"
"O papa, papa! don"t tantalize me. You cannot belittle this struggle or its consequences. Our enemies are at our very doors, and they are not soldiers. I would rather face scalping Indians than the wretches that I saw an hour since. If Merwyn will do a man"s part to quell this mob I shall feel honored by his friendship. But he never will forgive me, never, never."
"We"ll see about that," was Mr. Vosburgh"s smiling reply. Then his face became grave, and he said: "You are right, Marian. The ruffians who filled the streets to-day, and who even now are plundering and burning in different parts of the city, are not soldiers. They are as brutal as they are unscrupulous and merciless. I can only tell you what has occurred in brief outline, for the moment I am a little rested and have satisfied hunger I must be at work."
He then rapidly narrated how Merwyn had been brought in at police headquarters with one of the leaders of the riot whom he had beguiled and helped to capture. A graphic account of the battle followed, closing with the fact that he had left the "coward" marching up Broadway to engage in another fight.
The girl listened with pale cheeks and drooping head.
"He will never forgive me," she murmured; "I"ve wronged him too deeply."
"Be ready to give him a generous cup of coffee and a good supper,"
her father replied. "Men are animals, even when heroes, and Merwyn will be in a condition to bless the hand that feeds him to-night.
Now I must carry out my plans with despatch. Oh, there is the rain. Good. Torrents, thunder, and lightning will keep away more dangerous elements. Although I have but a slight acquaintance with the Erkmanns, whose yard abuts upon ours, I hope, before the evening is over, to have a door cut in the fence between us, and a wire stretched from our rear windows to theirs. It will be for our mutual safety. If attacked we can escape through their house or they through ours. I"ll put on my rubber suit and shall not be gone long now at any one time. You can admit Merwyn or any of my agents who give the pa.s.sword. Keep plenty of coffee and your own courage at boiling-point. You will next hear from me at our back door."
In less than half an hour she again admitted her father, who said: "It"s all arranged. I have removed a couple of boards so that they can be replaced by any one who pa.s.ses through the opening. I have some fine wire which I will now stretch from my library to Mr.
Erkmann"s sleeping-apartment."
When he again entered the house two of his agents whom Marian had admitted were present, dripping wet, hungry, and weary. They had come under cover of the storm and darkness. While they gave their reports Mr. Vosburgh made them take a hearty supper, and Marian waited on them with a grace that doubled their incentive to serve their chief. But more than once she sighed, "Merwyn does not come."
Then the thought flashed upon her: "Perhaps he cannot come. He may be battered and dying in the muddy streets."
The possibility of this made her so ill and faint that she hastily left the apartment and went up to the darkened drawing-room, where her father found her a moment later seeking to stifle her sobs.
"Why, Marian, darling, you who have kept up so bravely are not going to give way now."
"I"m not afraid for myself," she faltered, "but Mr. Merwyn does not come. You said he was marching to another fight. He may be wounded; he may be--" her voice fell to a whisper--"he may be dead."
"No, Marian," replied her father, confidently, "that young fellow has a future. He is one of those rare spirits which a period like this develops, and he"ll take no common part in it. He has probably gone to see if his own home is safe. Now trust G.o.d and be a soldier, as you promised."
"I couldn"t bear to have anything happen to him and I have no chance to make amends, to show I am not so weak and silly as I appeared this morning."
"Then let him find you strong and self-controlled when he appears.
Come down now, for I must question my agents while they are yet at supper; then I must go out, and I"ll leave them for your protection till I return."
He put his arm about her, and led her to the stairway, meanwhile thinking, "A spell is working now which she soon will have to recognize."
By the time his agents had finished their meal, Mr. Vosburgh had completed his examination of them and made his notes. He then placed a box of cigars on the table, instructed them about admitting Merwyn should he come, and with his daughter went up to the library, where he wrote another long despatch.
"After sending this," he said, "and getting the woman I spoke of, I will not leave you again to-night, unless there should be very urgent necessity. You can sit in the darkened front room, and watch till either I or Merwyn returns."
This she did and listened breathlessly.
The rain continued to pour in torrents, and the lightning was still so vivid as to blind her eyes at times, while the crashes of thunder often drowned the roar of the unquiet city; but undaunted, tearless, motionless, she watched the deserted street and listened for the footfall of one whom she had long despised, as she had a.s.sured herself.
An hour pa.s.sed. The storm was dying away, and still he did not come. "Alas!" she sighed, "he is wounded; if not by the rabble, certainly by me. I know now what it has cost him to be thought a coward for months, and must admit that I don"t understand him at all. How vividly come back the words he spoke last December, "What is the storm, and what the danger, to that which I am facing?"
What was he facing? What secret and terrible burden has he carried patiently through all my coldness and scorn? Oh, why was I such an idiot as to offend him mortally just as he was about to retrieve himself and render papa valuable a.s.sistance,--worse still, when he came to my protection!"
The gloomy musings were interrupted by the sound of a carriage driven rapidly up town in a neighboring street. It stopped at the corner to the east, and a man alighted and came towards the Vosburgh residence. A moment later Marian whispered, excitedly, "It"s Mr.
Merwyn."
He approached slowly and she thought warily, and began mounting the steps.
"Is it Mr. Merwyn?" she called.
"Yes."
"I will admit you at the bas.e.m.e.nt door;" and she hastened down.
She meant to give her hand, to speak in warm eulogy of his action, but his pale face and cold glance as he entered chilled her. She felt tongue-tied in the presence of the strangers who sat near the table smoking.
Merwyn started slightly on seeing them, and then she explained, hastily, "These gentlemen are a.s.sisting my father in a way you understand."
He bowed to them, then sank into a chair, as if too weary to stand.
"Mr. Merwyn," she began, eagerly, "let me make you some fresh coffee.
That on the range is warm, but it has stood some little time."
"Please do not take the slightest trouble," he said, decidedly.
"That now ready will answer. Indeed, I would prefer it to waiting.
I regret exceedingly that Mr. Vosburgh is not at home, for I am too exhausted to wait for him. Can I not help myself?" and he rose and approached the range.
"Not with my permission," she replied, with a smile, but he did not observe it. She stole shy glances at him as she prepared the coffee. Truly, as he sat, drooping in his chair, wet, ragged, and begrimed, he presented anything but the aspect of a hero. Yet as such he appeared in her eyes beyond all other men whom she had ever seen.
She said, gently: "Let me put the coffee on the table, and get you some supper. You must need it sorely."
"No, I thank you. I could not eat anything to-night;" and he rose and took the coffee from her hand, and drank it eagerly. He then said, "I will thank you for a little more."
With sorrow she noted that he did not meet her eyes or relax his distant manner.
"I wish you could wait until papa returns," she said, almost entreatingly, as she handed him a second cup.
"I hope Mr. Vosburgh will pardon my seeming lack of courtesy, and that you will also, gentlemen. It has been a rather long, hard day, and I find that I have nearly reached the limit of my powers." With a short, grim laugh, he added: "I certainly am not fit to remain in the presence of a lady. I suppose, Miss Vosburgh, I may report what little I have to say in the presence of these gentlemen? I would write it out if I could, but I cannot to-night."