"Then not as a friend?"
"Why, certainly not, Mr. Merwyn. You know that you are not my friend. What does the word mean?"
"Well," said he, flushing, "what does it mean?"
"Nothing more to me than to any other sincere person. One uses downright sincerity with a friend, and would rather harm himself than that friend."
"Why is not this my att.i.tude towards you?"
"You, naturally, should know better than I."
"Indeed, Miss Vosburgh, you little know the admiration you have excited," he said, gallantly.
An inscrutable smile was her only response.
"That, however, has become like the air you breathe, no doubt."
"Not at all. I prize admiration. What woman does not? But there are as many kinds of admiration as there are donors."
"Am I to infer that mine is of a valueless nature?"
"Ask yourself, Mr. Merwyn, just what it is worth."
"It is greater than I have ever bestowed upon any one else," he said, hastily; for this tilt was disturbing his self-possession.
Again she smiled, and her thought was, "Except yourself."
He, thinking her smile incredulous, resumed: "You doubt this?"
"I cannot help thinking that you are mistaken."
"How can I a.s.sure you that I am not?"
"I do not know. Why is it essential that I should be so a.s.sured?"
He felt that he was being worsted, and feared that she had detected the absence of unselfish good-will and honest purpose toward her. He was angry with himself and her because of the dilemma in which he was placed. Yet what could he say to the serene, smiling girl before him, whose unflinching blue eyes looked into his with a keenness of insight that troubled him? His one thought now was to achieve a retreat in which he could maintain the semblance of dignity and good breeding.
With a light and deferential laugh he said: "I am taught, unmistakably, Miss Vosburgh, that my regard, whatever it may be, is of little consequence to you, and that it would be folly for me to try to prove a thing that would not interest you if demonstrated. I feel, however, that one question is due to us both,--Is my society a disagreeable intrusion?"
"If it had been, Mr. Merwyn, you would have been aware of the fact before this. I have enjoyed your conversation this morning."
"I hope, then, that in the future I can make a more favorable impression, and that in time you will give me your hand."
Her blue eyes never left his face as he spoke, and they grew dark with a meaning that perplexed and troubled him. She merely bowed gravely and turned away.
Never had his complacency been so disturbed. He walked homeward with steps that grew more and more rapid, keeping pace with his swift, perturbed thoughts. As he approached his residence he yielded to an impulse; leaped a wall, and struck out for the mountains.
CHAPTER XIII.
A SIEGE BEGUN.
"EITHER she is seeking to enhance her value, or else she is not the girl I imagined her to be at all," was Willard Merwyn"s conclusion as he sat on a crag high upon the mountain"s side. "Whichever supposition is true, I might as well admit at once that she is the most fascinating woman I ever met. She IS a woman, as she claims to be. I"ve seen too many mere girls not to detect their transparent deceits and motives at once. I don"t understand Marian Vosburgh; I only half believe in her, but I intend to learn whether there is a girl in her station who would unhesitatingly decline the wealth and position that I can offer. Not that I have decided to offer these as yet, by any means, for I am in a position to marry wealth and rank abroad; but this girl piques my curiosity, stirs my blood, and is giving wings to time. At this rate the hour of our departure may come before I am ready for it. I was mistaken in one respect the first evening I met her. Lane, as well as Strahan and others, would marry her if they could. She might make her choice from almost any of those who seek her society, and she is not the pretty little Bohemian that I imagined. Either none of them has ever touched her heart, or else she knows her value and vantage, and she means to make the most of them. If she knew the wealth and position I could give her immediately, would not these certainties bring a different expression into her eyes? I am not an ogre, that she should shrink from me as the only inc.u.mbrance."
Could he have seen the girl"s pa.s.sion after he left her he would have understood her dark look at their parting. Hastily seeking her own room she locked the door to hide the tears of anger and humiliation that would come.
"Well," she cried, "I AM punished for trifling with others. Here is a man who seeks me in my home for no other purpose than his own amus.e.m.e.nt and the gratification of his curiosity. He could not deny it when brought squarely to the issue. He could not look me in the eyes and say that he was my honest friend. He would flirt with me, if he could, to beguile his burdensome leisure; but when I defined what some are to me, and more would be, if permitted, he found no better refuge than gallantry and evasion. What can he mean? what can he hope except to see me in his power, and ready to accept any terms he may choose to offer? O Arthur Strahan! your wish now is wholly mine. May I have the chance of rejecting this man as I never dismissed one before!"
It must not be supposed that Willard"s frequent visits to the Vosburgh cottage had escaped Mrs. Merwyn"s vigilant solicitude, but her son spoke of them in such a way that she obtained the correct impression that he was only amusing himself. Her chief hope was that her son would remain free until the South had obtained the power it sought. Then an alliance with one of the leading families in the Confederacy would accomplish as much as might have resulted from active service during the struggle. She had not hesitated to express this hope to him.
He had smiled, and said: "One of the leading theories of the day is the survival of the fittest. I am content to limit my theory to a survival. If I am alive and well when your great Southern empire takes the lead among nations there will be a chance for the fulfilment of your dream. If I have disappeared beneath Southern mud there won"t be any chance. In my opinion, however, I should have tenfold greater power with our Southern friends if I introduced to them an English heiress."
His mother had sighed and thought: "It is strange that this calculating boy should be my son. His father was self-controlled and resolute, but he never manifested such cold-blooded thought of self, first and always."
She did not remember that the one lesson taught him from his very cradle had been that of self-pleasing. She had carried out her imperious will where it had clashed with his, and had weakly compensated him by indulgence in the trifles that make up a child"s life. SHE had never been controlled or made to yield to others in thoughtful consideration of their rights and feelings, and did not know how to instil the lesson; therefore--so inconsistent is human nature--when she saw him developing her own traits, she was troubled because his ambitions differed from her own. Had his hopes and desires coincided with hers he would have been a model youth in her eyes, although never entertaining a thought beyond personal and family advantage. Apparently there was a wider distinction between them, for she was capable of suffering and sacrifice for the South.
The possibilities of his nature were as yet unrevealed.
His course and spirit, however, set her at rest in regard to his visits to Marian Vosburgh, and she felt that there was scarcely the slightest danger that he would compromise himself by serious attentions to the daughter of an obscure American official.
Willard returned from his brief absence, and was surprised at his eager antic.i.p.ation of another interview with Marian. He called the morning after his arrival, and learning that she had just gone to witness a drill of Strahan"s company, he followed, and arrived almost as soon as she did at the ground set apart for military evolutions.
He was greeted by Marian in her old manner, and by Strahan in his off-hand way. The young officer was at her side, and a number of ladies and gentlemen were present as spectators. Merwyn took a camp-stool, sat a little apart, and nonchalantly lighted a cigar.
Suddenly there was a loud commotion in the guard-house, accompanied by oaths and the sound of a struggle. Then a wild figure, armed with a knife, rushed toward Strahan, followed by a sergeant and two or three privates. At a glance it was seen to be the form of a tall, powerful soldier, half-crazed with liquor.
"--you!" exclaimed the man; "you ordered me to be tied up. I"ll larn you that we ain"t down in Virginny yet!" and there was reckless murder in his bloodshot eyes.
Although at that moment unarmed, Strahan, without a second"s hesitation, sprung at the man"s throat and sought to catch his uplifted hand, but could not reach it. The probabilities are that the young officer"s military career would have been ended in another second, had not Merwyn, without removing his cigar from his mouth, caught the uplifted arm and held it as in a vise.
"Stand back, Strahan," he said, quietly; but the young fellow would not loosen his hold. Therefore Merwyn, with his left hand upon the collar of the soldier, jerked him a yard away, and tripped him up so that he fell upon his face. Twisting the fellow"s hands across his back, Merwyn said to the sergeant, "Now tie him at your leisure."
This was done almost instantly, and the foul mouth was also stopped by a gag.
Merwyn returned to his camp-stool, and coolly removed the cigar from his mouth as he glanced towards Marian. Although white and agitated, she was speaking eager, complimentary, and at the same time soothing words to Strahan, who, in accordance with his excitable nature, was in a violent pa.s.sion. She did not once glance towards the man who had probably saved her friend"s life, but Strahan came and shook hands with him cordially, saying: "It was handsomely and bravely done, Merwyn. I appreciate the service. You ought to be an officer, for you could make a good one,--a better one than I am, for you are as cool as a cuc.u.mber."
Others, also, would have congratulated Merwyn had not his manner repelled them, and in a few moments the drill began. Long before it was over Marian rose and went towards her phaeton. In a moment Merwyn was by her side.
"You are not very well, Miss Vosburgh," he said. "Let me drive you home."
She bowed her acquiescence, and he saw that she was pale and a little faint; but by a visible effort she soon rallied, and talked on indifferent subjects.