"Oh, yes," cried Mrs. Vosburgh, "let them finish. It"s like a story, and I never could sleep well till I knew how a story was going to turn out."
"Wait a moment and I"ll bring everybody something nice from the sideboard, and you, also, papa, a cigar from the library," cried the young girl.
Her father smiled his acquiescence, and in a few moments they were all ready to listen to the completion of a tragedy not without its dash of comedy.
"Arter Cap"n Lane posted his guards in de house an" sent de robber off," Zeb resumed, "he jump on a hoss an" gallop toward de creek-road. De light in de winder kep" a-burnin"! I foun" arterwards dat he an" his ossifers had been down on de creek-road and studied it all out. At one place--whar it was narrer" wid tick woods on bofe sides--dey had builded a high rail-fence. Den below dat he had put sogers in de woods each side widout dere hosses, an" farder down still he had hid a lot of men dat was mounted. Sho" "nuff, wid de fust light of de mawnin", de rebs come ridin" toward de light in de winder. I"d run out to de hill, not far away, ter see what would happen, an" it was so dark yet dat eb"ryting was mixed up wid shadders. When de rebs was a-comin" by de Link.u.m men in de woods a shot was fired. Den I s"pose de rebs tought it would gib de "larm, fer dey began ter run dere hosses for"ard. An" den de Link.u.m men let dem hab it on bofe sides ob de road, but dey kep" on till dey come to de fence "cross de road, an" den dey git a volley in front.
Dis skeered "em, for dey knowed dat de Link.u.m men was ready, an"
dey tried to git back. Den I heared a great tramplin" an" yellin", an" dere was Cap"n Lane a-leadin" his men an" hosses right in ahind dem. Dere was orful fightin" fer a while, an" de men widout dere hosses leap outen de woods and shot like mad. It was flash! bang!
on eb"ry side. At las" de Link.u.m men won de day, an" some ob de rebs burst troo de woods an" run, wid Cap"n Lane"s men arter dem, an" dey kep" a-chasin" till a bugle call dem back. Den I run to de house, fer dey was bringin" in de pris"ners. Who should I see "mong dese but de bery ossifer dat was wid Missy Roberta de night afore, de one dat wanted de light in de winder, an" he look bery mad, I can tell you.
"It was now gettin" broad day, an" de light at las" was outen de winder. Dere was nuffin" mo" fer it to do. De Link.u.m soger dat had been in de house was now helpin" guard de pris"ners, an" Missy Roberta an" Missy S"wanee run up to de ossifer dat had been so fooled an"
say: "We"se couldn"t help it. Somebody "trayed us. We was kep"
under guard, an" dere was a Yankee soger a-keepin" de light burnin"
arter we knew Cap"n Lane was aroun" an" ready." Missy Roberta look sharp at me, but I "peared innercent as a sheep. Missy S"wanee say: "No matter, Major Denham, you did all dat a brave man could do, an" dar"s my colors. You hab won dem." An" den he cheer up "mazin"ly.
"Den I hear somebody say Cap"n Lane woun"ed, an" I slip out toward de creek-road, an" dar I see dem a-carryin Cap"n Lane, an" de surgeon walkin" "longside ob him. My heart jes" stood still wid fear. His eyes was shut, an" he look bery pale-like. Dey was a-carryin" him up de steps ob de verandy when Missy S"wanee came runnin" ter see what was de matter. Den Cap"n Lane open his eyes an" he say: "Not in here. Put me wid de oder woun"ed men; "but Missy S"wanee say, "No; he protec" us an" act like a gemlin, an" he shall learn dat de ladies ob de Souf will not be surpa.s.sed." De missus say de same, but Missy Roberta frown an" say nuffin". She too much put out yet "bout dat light in de winder an" de "feat it brought her fren"s.
De cap"n was too weak an" gone-like ter say anyting mo", an" dey carry him up ter de bes" company room. I goes up wid dem ter wait on de surgeon, an" he "zamin" de woun" an" gib de cap"n brandy, an"
at las" say dat de cap"n get well ef he keep quiet a few weeks,--dat he weak now from de shock an" loss ob blood.
"In de arternoon hundreds more Link.u.m men come, an" Cap"n Lane"s cunnel come wid dem, an" he praise de cap"n an" cheer him up, an"
de cap"n was bery peart an" say he feel better. Mos" ob de ossifers take supper at de house. De missus an" Missy Roberta were perlite but bery cold-like, but Missy S"wanee, while she show dat she was a reb down to de bottom ob her good, kine heart, could smile an"
say sunshiny tings all de same. Dis night pa.s.s bery quiet, an"
in de mawnin" de Link.u.m cunnel say he hab orders ter "tire toward de Union lines. He feel bery bad "bout leabin" Cap"n Lane, but de surgeon say he mus" not be moved. He say, too, dat he stay wid de cap"n an" de oder badly woun"ed men. De cap"n tell his cunnel "bout me an" my moder an" what he promise us, an" de cunnel say he take us wid him an" send us to Washin"on. De missus an" de young ladies take on drefful "bout our gwine, but I say, "I mus" hab my liberty,"
an" moder say she can"t part wid her own flesh an" blood--"
"Yes, yes, but what did "Cap"n" Lane say?" interrupted Marian.
"He tole me ter say ter you, missy, dat he was gwine ter git well, an" dat you mus"n"t worry "kase you didn"t hear from him, an" dat he know you"d be kine to us, "kase I"d help him win de vict"ry. De surgeon wrote some letters, too, an" gib dem to de Link.u.m cunnel.
P"raps you git one ob dem. Dey put us in an army wagon, an" bimeby we reach a railroad, an" dey gib us a pa.s.s ter Washin"on, an" we come right on heah wid Cap"n Lane"s money. I doesn"t know what dey did with de robber--"
"Oh, oh," cried Marian, "it may be weeks before I hear from my friend again, if I "ever do."
"Marian, dear," said her father, "do not look on the dark side; it might have been a hundred-fold worse. "Cap"n" Lane was in circ.u.mstances of great comfort, with his own surgeon in care of his wound. Think how many poor fellows were left on the field of Chancellorsville to Heaven only knows what fate. In such desperate fighting as has been described we have much reason to be thankful that he was not killed outright. He has justly earned great credit with his superiors, and I predict that he will get well and be promoted. I think you will receive a letter in a day or two from the surgeon. I prescribe that you and mamma sleep in the morning till you are rested. I won"t grumble at taking my coffee alone."
Then, to the colored woman and her son: "Don"t you worry. We"ll see that you are taken care of."
Late as it was, hours still elapsed before Marian slept. Her hero had become more heroic than ever. She dwelt on his achievements with enthusiasm, and thought of his sufferings with a tenderness never before evoked, while the possibility that "Missy S"wanee"
was his nurse produced twinges approaching jealousy.
As was expected, the morning post brought a letter from the surgeon confirming the account that had been given by the refugees, and full of hope-inspiring words. Then for weeks there were no further tidings from Lane.
Meanwhile, events were culminating with terrible rapidity, and their threatening significance electrified the North. The Southern people and their sympathizers everywhere were jubilant over the victory of Chancellorsville, and both demanded and expected that this success should be followed by decisive victories. Lee"s army, General Longstreet said, was "in a condition of strength and morale to undertake anything," and Southern public sentiment and the needs of the Richmond government all pointed towards a second and more extended invasion of the North. The army was indeed strong, disciplined, a powerful instrument in the hands of a leader like General Lee. Nevertheless, it had reached about the highest degree of its strength. The merciless conscription in the South had swept into its ranks nearly all the able-bodied men, and food and forage were becoming so scarce in war-wasted Virginia and other regions which would naturally sustain this force, that a bold, decisive policy had become a necessity. It was believed that on Northern soil the army could be fed, and terms of peace dictated.
The chief motive for this step was the hope of a counter-revolution in the North where the peace faction had grown bold and aggressive to a degree that only stopped short of open resistance. The draft or general conscription which the President had ordered to take place in July awakened intense hostility to the war and the government on the part of a large and rapidly increasing cla.s.s of citizens.
This cla.s.s had its influential and outspoken leaders, who were evidently in league with a secret and disloyal organization known as the "Knights of the Golden Circle," the present object of which was the destruction of the Union and the perpetuation of slavery.
In the city of New York the spirit of rebellion was as rampant in the b.r.e.a.s.t.s of tens of thousands as in Richmond, and Mr. Vosburgh knew it. His great sagacity and the means of information at his command enabled him to penetrate much of the intrigue that was taking place, and to guess at far more. He became haggard and almost sleepless from his labors and anxieties, for he knew that the loyal people of the North were living over a volcano.
Marian shared in this solicitude, and was his chief confidante. He wished her, with her mother, to go to some safe and secluded place in the country, and offered to lease again the cottage which they had occupied the previous summer, but Marian said that she would not leave him, and that he must not ask her to do so. Mrs. Vosburgh was eventually induced to visit relatives in New England, and then father and daughter watched events with a hundred-fold more anxiety than that of the majority, because they were better informed and more deeply involved in the issues at stake than many others. But beyond all thought of worldly interests, their intense loyal feeling burned with a pure, unwavering flame.
In addition to all that occupied her mind in connection with her father"s cares and duties, she had other grounds for anxiety.
Strahan wrote that his regiment was marching northward, and that he soon expected to take part in the chief battle of the war. Every day she hoped for some news from Lane, but none came. His wishes in regard to Mammy Borden and her son had been well carried out.
Mr. Vosburgh had been led to suspect that the man in charge of his offices was becoming rather too curious in regard to his affairs, and too well informed about them. Therefore Zeb was installed in his place; and when Mrs. Vosburgh departed on her visit Marian dismissed the girl who had succeeded Sally Maguire, and employed the colored woman in her stead. She felt that this action would be pleasing to Lane, and that it was the very least that she could do.
Moreover, Mammy Borden was what she termed a "character," one to whom she could speak with something of the freedom natural to the ladies of the Southern household. The former slave could describe a phase of life and society that was full of novelty and romance to Marian, and "de young ladies," especially "Missy S"wanee," were types of the Southern girl of whom she never wearied of hearing.
From the quaint talk of her new servant she learned to understand the domestic life of those whom she had regarded as enemies, and was compelled to admit that in womanly spirit and dauntless patriotism they were her equals, and had proved it by facing dangers and hardships from which she had been shielded. More than all, the old colored woman was a protegee of Captain Lane and was never weary of chanting his praises.
Marian was sincerely perplexed by the att.i.tude of her mind towards this young officer. He kindled her enthusiasm and evoked admiration without stint. He represented to her the highest type of manhood in that period of doubt, danger, and strong excitement. Brave to the last degree, his courage was devoid of recklessness. The simple, untutored description of his action given by the refugees had only made it all the more clear that his mind was as keen and bright as his sword, while in chivalric impulses he had never been surpa.s.sed.
Unconsciously Mammy Borden and her son had revealed traits in him which awakened Marian"s deepest respect, suggesting thoughts of which she would not have spoken to any one. She had been shown his course towards beautiful women who were in his power, and who at the same time were plotting his destruction and that of his command.
While he foiled their hostile purpose, no knight of olden times could have shown them more thoughtful consideration and respect.
She felt that her heart ought to go out towards this ideal lover in utter abandon. Why did it not? Why were her pride, exultation, and deep solicitude too near akin to the emotions she would have felt had he been her brother? Was this the only way in which she could love? Would the sacred, mysterious, and irresistible impulses of the heart, of which she had read, follow naturally in due time?
She was inclined to believe that this was true, yet, to her surprise, the thought arose unbidden: "If Willard Merwyn were showing like qualities and making the same record--What absurdity is this!"
she exclaimed aloud. "Why does this Mr. Merwyn so haunt me, when I could not give him even respect and friendship, although he sent an army into the field, yet was not brave enough to go himself?
Where is he? What is he doing in these supreme hours of his country"s history? Everything is at stake at the front, yes, and even here at the North, for I can see that papa dreads unspeakably what each day may bring forth, yet neither this terrible emergency nor the hope of winning my love can brace his timid soul to manly action.
There is more manhood in one drop of the blood shed by Captain Lane than in Merwyn"s whole shrinking body."
CHAPTER x.x.x.
THE NORTH INVADED.
Merwyn could scarcely have believed that he had sunk so low in Marian"s estimation as her words at the close of the previous chapter indicated, yet he guessed clearly the drift of her opinion in regard to him, and he saw no way of righting himself. In the solitude of his country home he considered and dismissed several plans of action. He thought of offering his services to the Sanitary Commission, but his pride prevented, for he knew that she and others would ask why a man of his youth and strength sought a service in which sisters of charity could be his equals in efficiency. He also saw that joining a regiment of the city militia was but a half-way measure that might soon lead to the violation of his oath, since these regiments could be ordered to the South in case of an emergency.
The prospect before him was that of a thwarted, blighted life. He might live till he was gray, but in every waking moment he would remember that he had lost his chance for manly action, when such action would have brought him self-respect, very possibly happiness, and certainly the consciousness that he had served a cause which now enlisted all his sympathies.
At last he wrote to his mother an impa.s.sioned appeal to be released from his oath, a.s.suring her that he would never have any part in the Southern empire that was the dream of her life. He cherished the hope that she, seeing how unalterable were his feelings and purposes, would yield to him the right to follow his own convictions, and with this kindling hope his mind grew calmer.
Then, as reason began to a.s.sert itself, he saw that he had been absent from the city too long already. His pride counselled: "The world has no concern with your affairs, disappointments, or sufferings.
Be your father"s son, and maintain your position with dignity. In a few short weeks you may be free. If not, your secret is your own, and no living soul can gossip about your family affairs, or say that you betrayed your word or your family interests. Meanwhile, in following the example of thousands of other rich and patriotic citizens, you can contribute more to the success of the Union cause than if you were in the field."
He knew that this course might not secure him the favor of one for whom he would face every danger in the world, but it might tend to disarm criticism and give him the best chances for the future.
He at once carried out his new purposes, and early in June returned to his city home. He now resolved no longer to shrink and hide, but to keep his own counsel, and face the situation like one who had a right to choose his own career. Mr. Bodoin, his legal adviser, received the impression that he had been quietly looking after his country property, and the lawyer rubbed his bloodless hands in satisfaction over a youthful client so entirely to his mind.
Having learned more fully what his present resources were, Merwyn next called on Mr. Vosburgh at his office. That gentleman greeted the young man courteously, disguising his surprise and curiosity.
"I have just returned from my country place," Merwyn began, "and shall not have to go there very soon again, Can I call upon you as usual?"
"Certainly," replied Mr. Vosburgh; but there was no warmth in his tone.
"I have also a favor to ask," resumed Merwyn, with a slight deepening of color in his bronzed face. "I have not been able to follow events very closely, but so far as I can judge there is a prospect of severe battles and of sudden emergencies. If there is need of money, such means as I have are at your disposal."