The agent was taking a train order and was unaware of the agitation of the man at the window. It was the Van Doren that burnt itself into Archie"s consciousness. It was an old name of honorable connotations, one with which he had been familiar all his life. It was chiseled in the wall of the church near the pew held for a hundred years by his own family; it was a name of dignity, a.s.sociated with the best traditions of Manhattan Island; and this, presumably, was the Governor"s name.
Graybill was unfamiliar, and this puzzled him, for he knew and could place half a dozen Van Dorens, probably relatives in some degree of the Governor, but he recalled no woman of the family who had married a Graybill. Julia had said at the Governor"s that she remembered him; but even now with her name before him he could not place her.
He made his message as brief as possible:
Regret that I must act on my promise of several weeks ago and use the address given in confidence. Encouraged to believe that the patient will recover. Suggest, however, that you come at once.
To this he added instructions as to the most direct route to Huddleston, and signed himself Ashton Comly.
He and Congdon were at the supper table when he received the answer:
Thank you. I am just leaving. J. V. D. G.
Archie was not permitted to enter the sick room, but from time to time he received a.s.surances that the patient"s condition was "satisfactory,"
and at intervals Dr. Reynolds recited with professional brevity data as to temperature, respiration and the like. A second nurse was imperatively needed, but when they were considering the danger of adding to the number of persons who knew that a wounded man was fighting for his life in the abandoned village, Mrs. Leary suggested Sally--Sally who had been in tears from the moment the Governor was carried into the house. Dr. Reynolds accepted Sally on sight and the girl quickly adjusted herself to the routine of the sick chamber.
At eleven o"clock Archie saw the Heart o" Dreams launch approaching Huddleston and leaving Congdon to answer any call from the Governor"s bedside, hurried to meet it.
Ruth and Isabel had crossed alone and their stress of mind and heart was manifest before they landed.
"I felt it; I knew that it would come!" cried Ruth. "If only you hadn"t gone there! It wasn"t worth the sacrifice."
"But we have every reason to hope! We must support him with our faith that he will come out of it!"
"I should never have permitted either of you to come to this place,"
said Isabel. "I shall always feel that it was my fault."
The obligation to cheer them raised his own spirits as he explained the nature of the Governor"s injury while they sat on the hotel veranda. He described the fight at the barricade with reservations, mentioning not at all the fact that a man had died as the result. They understood as fully as he that the whole affair must be suffered to slip into oblivion as quickly as possible.
"The complications are so endless!" said Isabel with a sigh. "In that ma.s.s of mail you delivered last night I found a letter from Mrs. Congdon saying that she would arrive today--almost at once, in fact!"
"The prospect isn"t wholly pleasing!" he exclaimed, looking at his watch. "I"ve played the very devil in the Congdons" affairs. I suppose I should lift my hat politely as she steps from the train and tell her that I"m the brute who attempted to make her a widow. She will of course recognize me instantly as the gentleman who escaped with her in a taxi after the kidnaping of her daughter."
"It seems to me," said Isabel soberly, "that from the very moment you and I unfolded our napkins on the tragic night of your sister"s dinner the world has been upside down. If we should ever tell all that has happened, and how we have been whirled about and made to do things I"m sure we were never intended to do, there wouldn"t be one sane person anywhere who"d believe it. I feel like crying all the time! And I"m not sure that I"m not responsible for all of it, every bit of it! Why, I may as well tell you now that I, poor, weak, foolish I, bade Putney Congdon take horse and ride gaily through the world, carving people with his stout sword! And I played the same trick on you!"
"Oh, he told me all about that!" laughed Archie, glad of something to relieve the tension. "He told me without shame that he had almost fallen in love with you as a distraction from his troubles. But I didn"t confess that you had started me for the penitentiary. There"s the train, and you must permit me to satisfy Mrs. Congdon that her husband is in a mood for immediate reconciliation before I break the news that he is here."
Mrs. Putney Congdon more than justified the impression he had formed of her in their encounter in Central Park by the manner in which she heard his story. He told it with all brevity on the station platform. First a.s.suring her of Edith"s safety, he made a clean breast of the Bailey Harbor visit, but skipped discreetly all that had occurred between that calamitous excursion and his meeting with her in New York.
It was so incredible that it was not until he described his journey to Huddleston in Putney"s company that she was able to see any humor in the series of events that had led them all into the north.
"Poor dear Putney! And he doesn"t know yet that you nearly killed him!"
"Oh, there are a lot of things he doesn"t know. Your father-in-law has given his solemn promise that he will not again attempt to meddle in your affairs. The umbrella that symbolized his tyranny is at the bottom of the lake and if he should die you and your children wouldn"t be thrown upon charity."
"This is all too wonderful to be true," she exclaimed. "After all the misery I"ve endured it can"t be possible that happiness is just ahead of me. I had become resigned--"
"Your resignation after Edith was s.n.a.t.c.hed away from you there in the park struck me as altogether charming! Your conduct pleased me mightily.
We were both awful frauds, fooling the police and running away!"
"It was delicious! I had always had a wild wicked desire to fool a policeman. Isn"t that a dreadful confession! What must you think of me for admitting such a thing!"
"My own derelictions make me very humble; it"s only a survival of the primitive in all of us. I shouldn"t worry about it. It"s terribly easy to become a lost sheep, even a black one. But this is not an hour for philosophical discussion. Let me a.s.sure you that the nasty telegram that caused you to leave Bailey Harbor in so bitter a spirit was the work of your father-in-law. Putney had nothing to do with it."
"Oh, I rather guessed that; but I ran away thinking I might rouse my husband to a little self-a.s.sertion."
"And when he a.s.serted himself sufficiently to go back to you I was right there to shoot him!"
"You are a highly amusing person! It would interest me a good deal to know your real name and a lot of other things about you."
"In due season you shall know everything. Just now I haven"t the heart to keep you from your husband, and I"m going to send him to you immediately. And as I shrink from telling a man I like so much that I tried to kill him not so long ago, I"m going to turn that agreeable business over to you!"
IV
That night the Governor"s condition took an unfavorable turn and Dr.
Mosgrove was summoned. He remained until the crisis was pa.s.sed.
"We must expect progress to be r.e.t.a.r.ded now and then; but now that we"ve got by this we may feel more confident. He hasn"t been wholly conscious at any time, but he"s muttered a name several times--Julia; is that the sister? Then the sight of her may help us in a day or two when his mind clears up."
Archie was beset with many fears as he waited the arrival of Mrs.
Graybill. His utter ignorance of any details touching the life of his friend seemed now to rise before him like a fog which he was afraid to penetrate. And there was Ruth, with her happiness hanging in the balance; she was in love with a man of whom she knew nothing; indeed the mystery that enfolded him was a part of his fascination for her, no doubt; and if in the Governor"s past life there was anything that made marriage with a young woman of Ruth"s fineness and sweetness hazardous, the sooner it was known the better. But when he caught a glimpse of Mrs.
Graybill in the vestibule of the train his apprehensions vanished. The poise, the serenity of temper, an unquestioning acceptance of the fate that played upon her life, which he had felt at their first meeting struck him anew.
"Our patient is doing well. The news is all good," he said at once.
"I felt that it would be; I couldn"t believe that this was the end!"
"We will hope that it is only the beginning!" he said gravely.
"A capital place for a beginning, or ending!" she remarked glancing with a rueful smile at the desolate street and shabby hotel.
Putney and his wife had moved to Heart o" Dreams for a few days. It would be a second honeymoon, Putney said. Mrs. Graybill was introduced into the hotel without embarra.s.sment. It might have seemed that she had foreseen just such a situation and prepared for it. She won Dr.
Reynolds" heart by the brevity of her questions, and expressed her satisfaction with everything that had been done. When she came down to the dining-room for luncheon she avoided all reference to the sick man.
In her way she was as remarkable as the Governor himself. Her arrival had greatly stirred Mrs. Leary, who, deprived of Sally"s services, served the table. Archie was struck by the fact that with only the exchange of commonplace remarks the two women, born into utterly different worlds, seemed to understand each other perfectly. He had merely told Mrs. Leary that the Governor"s sister was coming and warned her against letting fall any hint of her knowledge of his ways.
"I"ve never been in these parts before," Julia remarked to Archie; "I should be glad if you"d show me the beach. We might take a walk a little later."
The hour in which he waited for her tried his soul. The Governor was the one man who had ever roused in him a deep affection, and the dread of finding that under his flippancy, his half-earnest, half-boyish make-believe devotion to the folk of the underworld, he was really an irredeemable rogue, tortured him. These were disloyal thoughts; he hated himself for his doubts. It was impossible that a man of the Governor"s blood, his vigor of mind and oddly manifested chivalry could ever have been more than a trifler with iniquity.
"I"m going to ask you to bear with me," said Mrs. Graybill when they reached the sh.o.r.e, "if I seem to be making this as easy for myself as possible. I know that my brother cares a great deal for you. He sent me little notes now and then--he always did that, though the intervals were sometimes long; I know that he would want you to know. Things have reached a point where if he lives he will tell you himself."
"Please don"t think I have any feeling that I have any right to know.
It"s very generous of you to want to tell me. But first it"s only fair to give you a few particulars about myself. You said in New York that you knew me and I must apologize for my failure to recall our meeting."
"It was fortunate you didn"t! I"ve known some of your family, I think; your sister is Mrs. Howard Featherstone. Away back somewhere the Van Dorens and a Bennett owned some property jointly. It may have been an uncle of yours?"
"Yes; Archibald Bennett, for whom I was named."
"That"s very odd; but it saves explanations. We are not meeting quite as strangers."