"Less than a thousand I think. Not overwhelming! But in an independent race it might hold the balance of power. We"ll devise means to appeal to them; we must keep up all the fences, you see. A man who doesn"t see to his fences is a mighty poor proposition as a farmer and--"
"Hicks was here this morning, Major dear, to talk about that very thing,"
said Mrs. Matilda as she came in just in time to catch the last of the major"s remark. "He says that ten hogs got through into the north pasture and rooted up acres of gra.s.s and if you don"t get the new posts to repair the fence he can"t answer for the damage done. He told you about it more than a month ago and--"
"David Kildare," said the major with an enigmatical smile, "what you need to see you through life is a wife. When a man mounts a high-horse aeroplane and goes sailing off, dimity is the best possible ballast.
Consider the matter I beg of you--don"t be obdurate."
"Why, of course David is going to marry some day," answered Mrs. Matilda as she beamed upon them. "A woman gets along nicely unmarried but it is cruel to a man. Major, Jeff is waiting to help you into your uniform. Do be careful, for it is mended to the last st.i.tch now and I don"t see how it is going to hold together many more times."
"Gray uniforms have held together a long time, Matilda," answered the major softly as he took his departure.
"And we must all hurry and have lunch," said Mrs. Buchanan. "Phoebe and I want to be there in plenty of time to see the parade arrive. It always gives me a thrill to see the major ride up at the head of his company. I"ve never got over it all these years."
"How "bout that, Phoebe?" asked David, once more his daring insistent self. "Seems it wasn"t so young in me after all to think you might thrill a few glads to see me come prancing up. Now, will you be good?"
And it was only a little over two hours later that the parade moved on its way from the public square to the park. A goodly show they made and an interesting one, the grizzled old war-dogs in their faded uniforms with faces aglow under their tattered caps. They trudged along under their ragged banners in hearty good will, with now a limp and now a halt and all of them entirely out of step with the enthusiastic young band in its natty uniform. They called to one another, chaffed the mounted officers, sang when the spirit moved them and acted in every way like boys who were off on the great lark of their lives.
All along the line of march there were crowds to see them and cheer them, with here and there a white-haired woman who waved her handkerchief and smiled at them through a rain of tears.
The major rode at the head of a small and straggling division of cavalry whose men ambled along and guyed one another about the management of their green livery horses who were inclined to bunch and go wild with the music.
A few pieces of heavy artillery lumbered by next, and just behind them came three huge motor-cars packed and jammed with the old fellows who were too feeble to keep up with the procession. They were most of them from the Soldiers" Home and in spite of empty coat sleeves and crutches they bobbed up and down and waved their caps with enthusiasm as cheer after cheer rose whenever they came into sight.
Andrew Sevier stood at his study window and watched them go past, marching to the conflicting tunes of _The Bonnie Blue Flag_, played by the head band, and _Dixie_ by the following one. It was great to see them again after five years; and in such spirits! He felt a cheer rise to his lips and he wanted to open the window and give l.u.s.ty vent to it--but a keen pain caught it in his throat.
Always before he had ridden with David at the head of the division of the Confederacy"s Sons, but to-day he stood behind the window and watched them go past him! There were men in those ranks who had slept in the ditches with his father, and to whom he had felt that his presence would be a reminder of an exceeding bitterness. The had quietly fought the acceptance of the statue offered by the daughter of Peters Brown from the beginning, but the granddaughter of General Darrah, who had led them at Chickamauga, must needs command their acceptance of a memorial to him and her mother.
And they would all do her honor after the unveiling. Andrew could almost see old General Clopton stand with bared head and feel the thrill with which the audience would listen to what would be a tender tribute to the war women. A wave of pa.s.sionate joy swelled up in his heart--he _wanted_ them to cheer her and love her and adopt her! It was her baptism into her heritage! And he gloried in it.
Then across his joy came a curious stifling depression--he found himself listening as if some one had called him, called for help. The music was dying away in the distance and the cheers became fainter and fainter until their echo seemed almost a sob. Before he had time to realize what he did he descended the stair, crossed the street and let himself into the Buchanan house.
He stood just within the library door and listened again. A profound stillness seemed to beat through the deserted rooms--then he saw her! She sat with her arms outspread across the table and her head bent upon a pile of papers. She was tensely still as if waiting for something to sound around her.
"Caroline!" It was the first time he had called her by her name and though the others had done it from the first, she had never seemed to notice his more formal address. It was beyond him to keep the tenderness that swept through every nerve out of his voice entirely.
"Yes," she answered as she raised her head and looked at him, her eyes shining dark in her white face, "I know I"m a coward--did you come back to make me go? I thought they might not miss me until it was too late to come for me. I didn"t think--I--could stand it--please--please!"
"You needn"t go at all, dear," he said as he took the cold hands in his and unclasped the wrung fingers. "Why didn"t you tell them? They wouldn"t have insisted on your going."
"I--I couldn"t! I just could not say what I felt to--to--_them_. I wanted to come--the statue suggested itself--for her. I ought to have given it and gone back--back to my own life. I don"t belong--there is something between them all and me. They love me and try to make me forget it and--"
"But, don"t you see, child, that"s just it? They love you so they hold you against all the other life you have had before. We"re a strong love people down here--we claim our own!" A note in his voice brought Andrew to his senses. He let her hands slip from his and went around the table and sat down opposite to her. "And so you ran away and hid?" He smiled at her rea.s.suringly.
"Yes. I knew I ought not to--then I heard the music and I couldn"t look or listen. I--why, where did you come from? I thought you were in the parade with David. I felt--if you knew you would understand. I wished that I had asked you--had told you that I couldn"t go. Did you come back for me?"
"No," answered Andrew with a prayer in his heart for words to cover facts from the clear eyes fixed on his--clear, comforted young eyes that looked right down to the rock bed of his soul. "You see the old boys rather upset me, too. I have been away so long--and so many of them are missing.
I"m just a coward, too--"birds of a feather"--take me under your wing, will you?"
"I believe one of those "strange wild things" has been flying around in the atmosphere and has taken possession of us again," said Caroline Darrah slowly, never taking her eyes from his. "I don"t know why I know, but I do, that you came to comfort me. I was thinking about you and wishing I could tell you. Now in just this minute you"ve made me see that I have a right to all of you. I"m never going to be unhappy about it any more. After this I"m going to belong as hard as ever I can."
Something crashed in every vein in Andrew Sevier"s body, lilted in his heart, beat in his throat and sparkled in his eyes. He sprang to his feet and held out his hand to her.
"Then come on and be adopted," he said. "I shall order the electric, and you get into your hat and coat. We can skirt the park and come in at the side of the Temple back of the platform so that you can slip into place before one-half of the sky-rockets of oratory have been exploded. Will you come?"
"Will you stay with me--right by me?" she asked, timidity and courage at war in her voice.
"Yes," he answered slowly, "I"ll stay by you as long as you want me--if I can."
"And that," said Caroline Darrah Brown as she turned at the door and looked straight at him with a heavenly blush mounting in her cheeks, the tenderness of the ages curling her lips and the innocence of all of six years in her eyes, "will be always!" With which she disappeared instantly beyond the rose damask hangings.
And so when the ceremonies in the park were over and Caroline stood to clasp hands with each of the clamorous gray squad, Andrew Sevier waited just behind her and he met one after another of the sharp glances shot at him from under grizzled brows with a dignity that quieted even the grimmest old fire-eater.
And there are strange wild things that take hold on the lives of men--vital forces against which one can but beat helpless wings of mortal spirit.
CHAPTER VIII
THE SPELL AND ITS WEAVING
And after the confusion, the distress and the joy of the afternoon out in the park when she and her gift had been accepted and acclaimed, there came days full of deep and perfect peace to Caroline Darrah Brown.
Long, strenuously delightful mornings she spent with Tempie in the excitements of completing her most comprehensive culinary education and the amount of badinage she exchanged upon the subject with David Kildare occupied many of his unemployed minutes. His demands for the most intricate and soul-trying concoctions she took a perfect joy in meeting and his enthusiasm stimulated her to the attempting of the most difficult feats.
His campaign was on with full force and his days were busy ones, but he managed to drop into the kitchen at any time when he deemed it at all certain that he would find her there and was always fully rewarded.
He often found Andrew Sevier in the library in consultation with the major over the management of the delicate points in the campaign and occasionally brought him into Tempie"s kingdom with him. And Caroline laughed and blushed and explained it all to them with the most beautiful solicitude, Tempie looking on positively bridling with pride.
And there were other mornings when she took her sewing and crept in the library to work, while the major and Andrew held consultation over the affairs of the present or absent David.
The whisky ring had purchased one of the morning papers, which had hitherto borne a reputation for extreme conservatism, and had it appear each morning with brilliant, carefully modulated arguments for the machine; doctored statistics and brought allegations impossible to be investigated in so short a time.
And all of every afternoon and evening Andrew Sevier sat at an editorial desk down at the office of the reform journal and pumped hot shot through their flimsy though plausible arguments. His blood was up and his pen more than a match for any in the state, so he often sat most of the night writing, reviewing and meeting issue after issue. The editor-in-chief, whose heart was in making a success of the campaign by which his paper would easily become the leading morning paper, gave him full rein, aided and abetted him by his wide knowledge of all the conditions and pointed out with unerring judgment the sore spots on the hide of the enemy at which to send the gadfly of investigation.
So each day while Andrew and the major went carefully over possibilities to be developed by and against the enemy, Caroline listened with absorbed interest. Now and then she would ask a question which delighted them both with its ingenuousness, but for the most part she was busily silent.
And in the exquisiteness of her innocence she was weaving the spell of the centuries with the st.i.tches in her long seams. There are yet left in the world a few of the elemental women whose natures are what they were originally inst.i.tuted and Caroline Darrah was unfolding her predestinated self as naturally as a flower unfolds in the warmth of the spring sunshine. The cooking for David and Andrew, the sewing for busy Phoebe, the tactfully daughterly attentions to the major and Mrs. Matilda were all avenues for the outpouring of the maturing woman within, and powerless in his enchantment, Andrew Sevier was swept along on the tide of her tenderness.
One day she had picked up his heavy gray gloves from the table and tightened the b.u.t.tons, listening all the while to an absorbing account of a counter-move he was planning for the next day"s editorial, and then had been delightfully confused and distressed by his grat.i.tude. The little scene had sent him to the bare fields to fight for hours.
The major fairly gloried in her knowledge of the arrangement of his library and delighted her with quick requests for his books during the most absorbing moments of their discussions.
And again the observation that the spell was not being woven for him alone went far to the undoing of Andrew Sevier. Her interest in the affairs of David Kildare disturbed him not at all, but her sympathetic and absorbed attention to a bad-luck tale with which Hobson Capers reported to the major one morning when she sat with them, had sent him home in a most depressed state of mind, and the picture of her troubled eyes raised to Hobson"s as he recounted the details of the wrenched shoulder of his favorite horse, followed him through the day with tormenting displeasure, though the offer of a cut-gla.s.s bottle full of a delightfully scented lotion for the amelioration of the suffering animal brought the semblance of a grin. And Hob, the brute, had gone away with it in his pocket, accompanied by explicit directions as to its application by means of a soft bit of flannel the size of a pocket handkerchief, also provided. Andrew Sevier had a vision of the bottle and the rag being installed in the most holy of holies in the apartments of Hobson Capers and experienced a sweeping smashing rage thereat.
A day or two later a scene he had witnessed in the kitchen, in which Caroline and Tempie hung anxiously over a simmering pan of lemon juice, sugar, rye whisky and peppermint which, when it arrived at the proper sirupy condition, was to be administered as a soothing potion to the hoa.r.s.e throat of Peyton Kendrick, who perched croaking on a chair close by, drove him to seeking comfort from Phoebe much to her apparent amus.e.m.e.nt but secret perturbation, for Phoebe both comprehended and feared the situation.
And thus there is also much of the primitive left in the heart of the modern man on which the elemental forces work.