Now the house being in a measure deserted for many years, and the successful termination of the strife rendering it probable that the Vanhome estate would be confiscated to the new government, an aged, poverty-stricken couple had been encouraged by the neighbors to take possession as tenants of the place. Their name was Gills; and these people the traveler found upon his entrance were likely to be his host and hostess. Holding their right as they did by so slight a tenure, they ventur"d to offer no opposition when the stranger signified his intention of pa.s.sing several hours there.
The day wore on, and the sun went down in the west; still the interloper, gloomy and taciturn, made no signs of departing. But as the evening advanced (whether the darkness was congenial to his sombre thoughts, or whether it merely chanced so) he seem"d to grow more affable and communicative, and informed Gills that he should pa.s.s the night there, tendering him at the same time ample remuneration, which the latter accepted with many thanks.
"Tell me," said he to his aged host, when they were all sitting around the ample hearth, at the conclusion of their evening meal, "tell me something to while away the hours."
"Ah! sir," answered Gills, "this is no place for new or interesting events. We live here from year to year, and at the end of one we find ourselves at about the same place which we filled in the beginning."
"Can you relate nothing, then?" rejoin"d the guest, and a singular smile pa.s.s"d over his features; "can you say nothing about your own place?--this house or its former inhabitants, or former history?"
The old man glanced across to his wife, and a look expressive of sympathetic feeling started in the face of each.
"It is an unfortunate story, sir," said Gills, "and may cast a chill upon you, instead of the pleasant feeling which it would be best to foster when in strange walls."
"Strange walls!" echoed he of the red scarf, and for the first time since his arrival he half laughed, but it was not the laugh which comes from a man"s heart.
"You must know, sir," continued Gills, "I am myself a sort of intruder here. The Vanhomes--that was the name of the former residents and owners--I have never seen; for when I came to these parts the last occupant had left to join the red-coat soldiery. I am told that he is to sail with them for foreign lands, now that the war is ended, and his property almost certain to pa.s.s into other hands."
As the old man went on, the stranger cast down his eyes, and listen"d with an appearance of great interest, though a transient smile or a brightening of the eye would occasionally disturb the serenity of his deportment.
"The old owners of this place," continued the white-haired narrator, "were well off in the world, and bore a good name among their neighbors.
The brother of Sergeant Vanhome, now the only one of the name, died ten or twelve years since, leaving a son--a child so small that the father"s willmade provision for his being brought up by his uncle, whom I mention"d but now as of the British army. He was a strange man, this uncle; disliked by all who knew him; pa.s.sionate, vindictive, and, it was said, very avaricious, even from his childhood.
"Well, not long after the death of the parents, dark stories began to be circulated about cruelty and punishment and whippings and starvation inflicted by the new master upon his nephew. People who had business at the homestead would frequently, when they came away, relate the most fearful things of its manager, and how he misused his brother"s child.
It was half hinted that he strove to get the youngster out of the way in order that the whole estate might fall into his own hands. As I told you before, however, n.o.body liked the man; and perhaps they judged him too uncharitably.
"After things had gone on in this way for some time, a countryman, a laborer, who was hired to do farm-work upon the place, one evening observed that the little orphan Vanhome was more faint and pale even than usual, for he was always delicate, and that is one reason why I think it possible that his death, of which I am now going to tell you, was but the result of his own weak const.i.tution, and nothing else. The laborer slept that night at the farmhouse. Just before the time at which they usually retired to bed, this person, feeling sleepy with his day"s toil, left the kitchen hearth and wended his way to rest. In going to his place of repose he had to pa.s.s a chamber--the very chamber where you, sir, are to sleep to-night--and there he heard the voice of the orphan child uttering half-suppress"d exclamations as if in pitiful entreaty. Upon stopping, he heard also the tones of the elder Vanhome, but they were harsh and bitter. The sound of blows followed. As each one fell it was accompanied by a groan or shriek, and so they continued for some time. Shock"d and indignant, the countryman would have burst open the door and interfered to prevent this brutal proceeding, but he bethought him that he might get himself into trouble, and perhaps find that he could do no good after all, and so he pa.s.sed on to his room.
"Well, sir, the following day the child did not come out among the work-people as usual. He was taken very ill. No physician was sent for until the next afternoon; and though one arrived in the course of the night, it was too late--the poor boy died before morning.
"People talk"d threateningly upon the subject, but nothing could be proved against Vanhome. At one period there were efforts made to have the whole affair investigated. Perhaps that would have taken place, had not every one"s attention been swallow"d up by the rumors of difficulty and war, which were then beginning to disturb the country.
"Vanhome joined the army of the king. His enemies said that he feared to be on the side of the rebels, because if they were routed his property would be taken from him. But events have shown that, if this was indeed what he dreaded, it has happen"d to him from the very means which he took to prevent it."
The old man paused. He had quite wearied himself with so long talking.
For some minutes there was unbroken silence. Presently the stranger signified his intention of retiring for the night. He rose, and his host took a light for the purpose of ushering him to his apartment.
When Gills return"d to his accustom"d situation in the large arm-chair by the chimney-hearth, his ancient helpmate had retired to rest. With the simplicity of their times, the bed stood in the same room where the three had been seated during the last few hours; and now the remaining two talk"d together about the singular events of the evening. As the time wore on, Gills show"d no disposition to leave his cosy chair; but sat toasting his feet, and bending over the coals. Gradually the insidious heat and the lateness of the hour began to exercise their influence over the old man. The drowsy indolent feeling which every one has experienced in getting thoroughly heated through by close contact with a glowing fire, spread in each vein and sinew, and relax"d its tone. He lean"d back in his chair and slept.
For a long time his repose went on quietly and soundly. He could not tell how many hours elapsed; but, a while after midnight, the torpid senses of the slumberer were awaken"d by a startling shock. It was a cry as of a strong man in his agony--a shrill, not very loud cry, but fearful, and creeping into the blood like cold, polish"d steel. The old man raised himself in his seat and listen"d, at once fully awake. For a minute, all was the solemn stillness of midnight. Then rose that horrid tone again, wailing and wild, and making the hearer"s hair to stand on end. One moment more, and the trampling of hasty feet sounded in the pa.s.sage outside. The door was thrown open, and the form of the stranger, more like a corpse than living man, rushed into the room.
"All white!" yell"d the conscience-stricken creature--"all white, and with the grave-clothes around him. One shoulder was bare, and I saw,"
he whisper"d, "I saw blue streaks upon it. It was horrible, and I cried aloud. He stepp"d toward me! He came to my very bedside; his small hand almost touch"d my face. I could not bear it, and fled."
The miserable man bent his head down upon his bosom; convulsive rattlings shook his throat; and his whole frame waver"d to and fro like a tree in a storm. Bewilder"d and shock"d, Gills look"d at his apparently deranged guest, and knew not what answer to make, or what course of conduct to pursue.
Thrusting out his arms and his extended fingers, and bending down his eyes, as men do when shading them from a glare of lightning, the stranger stagger"d from the door, and, in a moment further, dash"d madly through the pa.s.sage which led through the kitchen into the outer road.
The old man heard the noise of his falling footsteps, sounding fainter and fainter in the distance, and then, retreating, dropp"d his own exhausted limbs into the chair from which he had been arous"d so terribly. It was many minutes before his energies recover"d their accustomed tone again. Strangely enough, his wife, unawaken"d by the stranger"s ravings, still slumber"d on as profoundly as ever.
Pa.s.s we on to a far different scene--the embarkation of the British troops for the distant land whose monarch was never more to wield the sceptre over a kingdom lost by his imprudence and tyranny. With frowning brow and sullen pace the martial ranks moved on. Boat after boat was filled, and, as each discharged its complement in the ships that lay heaving their anchors in the stream, it return"d, and was soon filled with another load. And at length it became time for the last soldier to lift his eye and take a last glance at the broad banner of England"s pride, which flapp"d its folds from the top of the highest staff on the Battery.
As the warning sound of a trumpet called together all who were laggards--those taking leave of friends, and those who were arranging their own private affairs, left until the last moment--a single horseman was seen furiously dashing down the street. A red scarf tightly encircled his waist. He made directly for the sh.o.r.e, and the crowd there gather"d started back in wonderment as they beheld his dishevel"d appearance and ghastly face. Throwing himself violently from his saddle, he flung the bridle over the animal"s neck, and gave him a sharp cut with a small riding whip. He made for the boat; one minute later, and he had been left. They were pushing the keel from the landing--the stranger sprang--a s.p.a.ce of two or three feet already intervened--he struck on the gunwale--and the Last Soldier of King George had left the American sh.o.r.es.
WILD FRANK"S RETURN
As the sun, one August day some fifty years ago, had just pa.s.s"d the meridian of a country town in the eastern section of Long Island, a single traveler came up to the quaint low-roof"d village tavern, open"d its half-door, and enter"d the common room. Dust cover"d the clothes of the wayfarer, and his brow was moist with sweat. He trod in a lagging, weary way; though his form and features told of an age not more than nineteen or twenty years. Over one shoulder was slung a sailor"s jacket, and in his hand he carried a little bundle. Sitting down on a rude bench, he told a female who made her appearance behind the bar, that he would have a gla.s.s of brandy and sugar. He took off the liquor at a draught: after which he lit and began to smoke a cigar, with which he supplied himself from his pocket--stretching out one leg, and leaning his elbow down on the bench, in the att.i.tude of a man who takes an indolent lounge.
"Do you know one Richard Hall that lives somewhere here among you?" said he.
"Mr. Hall"s is down the lane that turns off by that big locust tree,"
answer"d the woman, pointing to the direction through the open door; "it"s about half a mile from here to his house."
The youth, for a minute or two, puff"d the smoke from his mouth very leisurely in silence. His manner had an air of vacant self-sufficiency, rather strange in one of so few years.
"I wish to see Mr. Hall," he said at length--"Here"s a silver six-pence, for any one who will carry a message to him."
"The folks are all away. It"s but a short walk, and your limbs are young," replied the female, who was not altogether pleased with the easy way of making himself at home which mark"d her shabby-looking customer.
That individual, however, seem"d to give small attention to the hint, but lean"d and puff"d his cigar-smoke as leisurely as before.
"Unless," continued the woman, catching a second glance at the sixpence; "unless old Joe is at the stable, as he"s very likely to be. I"ll go and find out for you." And she push"d open a door at her back, stepp"d through an adjoining room into a yard, whence her voice was the next moment heard calling the person she had mention"d, in accents by no means remarkable for their melody or softness.
Her search was successful. She soon return"d with him who was to act as messenger--a little, wither"d, ragged old man--a hanger-on there, whose unshaven face told plainly enough the story of his intemperate habits--those deeply seated habits, now too late to be uprooted, that would ere long lay him in a drunkard"s grave. The youth inform"d him what the required service was, and promised him the reward as soon as he should return,
"Tell Richard Hall that I am going to his father"s house this afternoon.
If he asks who it is that wishes him here, say the person sent no name,"
continued the stranger, sitting up from his indolent posture, as the feet of old Joe were about leaving the door-stone, and his blear"d eyes turned to eaten the last sentence of the mandate.
"And yet, perhaps you may as well," added he, communing a moment with himself: "you may tell him his brother Frank, Wild Frank, it is, who wishes him to come."
The old man departed on his errand, and he who call"d himself Wild Frank, toss"d his nearly smoked cigar out of the window, and folded his arms in thought.
No better place than this, probably, will occur to give a brief account of some former events in the life of the young stranger, resting and waiting at the village inn. Fifteen miles east of that inn lived a farmer named Hall, a man of good repute, well-off in the world, and head of a large family. He was fond of gain--required all his boys to labor in proportion to their age; and his right hand man, if he might not be called favorite, was his eldest son Richard. This eldest son, an industrious, sober-faced young fellow, was invested by his father with the powers of second in command; and as strict and swift obedience was a prime tenet in the farmer"s domestic government, the children all tacitly submitted to their brother"s sway--all but one, and that was Frank. The farmer"s wife was a quiet woman, in rather tender health; and though for all her offspring she had a mother"s love, Frank"s kiss ever seem"d sweetest to her lips. She favor"d him more than the rest--perhaps, as in a hundred similar instances, for his being so often at fault, and so often blamed. In truth, however, he seldom receiv"d more blame than he deserv"d, for he was a capricious, high-temper"d lad, and up to all kinds of mischief. From these traits he was known in the neighborhood by the name of Wild Frank.
Among the farmer"s stock there was a fine young blood mare--a beautiful creature, large and graceful, with eyes like dark-hued jewels, and her color that of the deep night. It being the custom of the farmer to let his boys have something about the farm that they could call their own, and take care of as such, Black Nell, as the mare was called, had somehow or other fallen to Frank"s share. He was very proud of her, and thought as much of her comfort as his own. The elder brother, however, saw fit to claim for himself, and several times to exercise, a privilege of managing and using Black Nell, notwithstanding what Frank consider"d his prerogative. On one of these occasions a hot dispute arose, and, after much angry blood, it was referr"d to the farmer for settlement. He decided in favor of Richard, and added a harsh lecture to his other son.
The farmer was really unjust; and Wild Frank"s face paled with rage and mortification. That furious temper which he had never been taught to curb, now swell"d like an overflowing torrent. With difficulty restraining the exhibition of his pa.s.sions, as soon as he got by himself he swore that not another sun should roll by and find him under that roof. Late at night he silently arose, and turning his back on what he thought an inhospitable home, in mood in which the child should never leave the parental roof, bent his steps toward the city.
It may well be imagined that alarm and grief pervaded the whole of the family, on discovering Frank"s departure. And as week after week melted away and brought no tidings of him, his poor mother"s heart grew wearier and wearier. She spoke not much, but was evidently sick in spirit.
Nearly two years had claps"d when about a week before the incidents at the commencement of this story, the farmer"s family were joyfully surprised by receiving a letter from the long absent son. He had been to sea, and was then in New York, at which port his vessel had just arrived. He wrote in a gay strain; appear"d to have lost the angry feeling which caused his flight from home; and said he heard in the city that Richard had married, and settled several miles distant, where he wished him all good luck and happiness. Wild Frank wound up his letter by promising, as soon as he could get through the imperative business of his ship, to pay a visit to his parents and native place. On Tuesday of the succeeding week, he said he would be with them.
Within half an hour after the departure of old Joe, the form of that ancient personage was seen slowly wheeling round the locust-tree at the end of the lane, accompanied by a stout young man in primitive homespun apparel. The meeting between Wild Frank and his brother Richard, though hardly of that kind which generally takes place between persons so closely related, could not exactly be call"d distant or cool either.
Richard press"d his brother to go with him to the farmhouse, and refresh and repose himself for some hours at least, but Frank declined.
"They will all expect me home this afternoon," he said, "I wrote to them I would be there to-day."
"But you must be very tired, Frank," rejoin"d the other; "won"t you let some of us harness up and carry you? Or if you like--" he stopp"d a moment, and a trifling suffusion spread over his face; "if you like, I"ll put the saddle on Black Nell--she"s here at my place now, and you can ride home like a lord."
Frank"s face color"d a little, too. He paused for a moment in thought--he was really foot-sore, and exhausted with his journey that hot day--so he accepted his brother"s offer.
"You know the speed of Nell, as well as I," said Richard; "I"ll warrant when I bring her here you"ll say she"s in good order as ever." So telling him to amuse himself for a few minutes as well as he could, Richard left the tavern.