"Are you David Armstrong?" says I.
"Yes," says he.
"Well," I says, "you spent four or five days within a stone"s throw of her a year ago last summer, and she knowed it was you and hid herself away from you."
Then I tells them about how I first happened to hear of David Armstrong, and all I had hearn from Martha. And how I had stayed at the Davises in Tennessee and got some more of the same story from George, the old n.i.g.g.e.r there.
"But, Danny," says the doctor, "why didn"t you tell me all this?"
I was jest going to say that not knowing he was that there David Armstrong I didn"t think it any of his business, when Colonel Tom, he says to Doctor Kirby--I mean to David Armstrong:
"Why should you be concerned as to her whereabouts? You ruined her life and then deserted her."
Doctor Kirby--I mean David Armstrong--stands there with the blood going up his face into his forehead slow and red.
"Tom," he says, "you and I seem to be working at cross purposes. Maybe it would help some if you would tell me just how badly you think I treated Lucy."
"You ruined her life, and then deserted her," says Colonel Tom agin, looking at him hard.
"I DIDN"T desert her," said Doctor Kirby. "She got disgusted and left ME. Left me without a chance to explain myself. As far as ruining her life is concerned, I suppose that when I married her--"
"Married her!" cries out the colonel. And David Armstrong stares at him with his mouth open.
"My G.o.d! Tom," he says, "did you think--?"
And they both come to another standstill. And then they talked some more and only got more mixed up than ever. Fur the doctor thinks she has left him, and Colonel Tom thinks he has left her.
"Tom," says the doctor, "suppose you let me tell my story, and you"ll see why Lucy left me."
Him and Colonel Tom had been chums together when they went through Princeton, it seems--I picked that up from the talk and some of his story I learned afterward. He had come from Ohio in the beginning, and his dad had had considerable money. Which he had enjoyed spending of it, and when he was a young feller never liked to work at nothing else. It suited him. Colonel Tom, he was considerable like him in that way. So they was good pals when they was to that school together. They both quit about the same time. A couple of years after that, when they was both about twenty-five or six years old, they run acrost each other accidental in New York one autumn.
The doctor, he was there figgering on going to work at something or other, but they was so many things to do he was finding it hard to make a choice. His father was dead by that time, and looking fur a job in New York, the way he had been doing it, was awful expensive, and he was running short of money. His father had let him spend so much whilst he was alive he was very disappointed to find out he couldn"t keep on forever looking fur work that-a-way.
So Colonel Tom says why not come down home into Tennessee with him fur a while, and they will both try and figger out what he orter go to work at. It was the fall of the year, and they was purty good hunting around there where Colonel Tom lived, and Dave hadn"t never been South any, and so he goes. He figgers he better take a good, long vacation, anyhow. Fur if he goes to work that winter or the next spring, and ties up with some job that keeps him in an office, there may be months and months pa.s.s by before he has another chance at a vacation. That is the worst part of a job--I found that out myself--you never can tell when you are going to get shut of it, once you are fool enough to start in.
In Tennessee he had met Miss Lucy. Which her wedding to Prent McMakin was billed fur to come off about the first of November, jest a month away.
"I don"t know whether I ever told you or not," says the doctor, "but I was engaged to be married myself, Tom, when I went down to your place.
That was what started all the trouble.
"You know engagements are like vaccination--sometimes they take, and sometimes they don"t. Of course, I had thought at one time I was in love with this girl I was engaged to. When I found out I wasn"t, I should have told her so right away. But I didn"t. I thought that she would get tired of me after a while and turn me loose. I gave her plenty of chances to turn me loose. I wanted her to break the engagement instead of me. But she wouldn"t take the hints. She hung on like an Ohio Grand Army veteran to a country post-office. About half the time I didn"t read her letters, and about nineteen twentieths of the time I didn"t answer them. They say h.e.l.l hath no fury like a woman scorned. But it isn"t so--it makes them all the fonder of you. I got into the habit of thinking that while Emma might be engaged to me, I wasn"t engaged to Emma. Not but what Emma was a nice girl, you know, but--
"Well, I met Lucy. We fell in love with each other. It just happened.
I kept intending to write to the other girl and tell her plainly that everything was off. But I kept postponing it. It seemed like a deuce of a hard job to tackle.
"But, finally, I did write her. That was the very day Lucy promised to throw Prent McMakin over and marry me. You know how determined all your people were that Lucy should marry McMakin, Tom. They had brought her up with the idea that she was going to, and, of course, she was bored with him for that reason.
"We decided the best plan would be to slip away quietly and get married.
We knew it would raise a row. But there was bound to be a row anyhow when they found she intended to marry me instead of McMakin. So we figured we might just as well be away from there.
"We left your place early on the morning of October 31, 1888--do you remember the date, Tom? We took the train for Clarksville, Tennessee, and got there about two o"clock that afternoon. I suppose you have been in that interesting centre of the tobacco industry. If you have you may remember that the courthouse of Montgomery County is right across the street from the best hotel. I got a license and a preacher without any trouble, and we were married in the hotel parlour that afternoon. One of the hotel clerks and the county clerk himself were the witnesses.
"We went to Cincinnati and from there to Chicago. There we got rooms out on the South Side--Hyde Park, they called it. And I got me a job. I had some money left, but not enough to buy kohinoors and race-horses with.
Beside, I really wanted to get to work--wanted it for the first time in my life. You remember young Clayton in our cla.s.s? He and some other enterprising citizens had a building and loan a.s.sociation. Such things are no doubt immoral, but I went to work for him.
"We had been in Chicago a week when Lucy wrote home what she had done, and begged forgiveness for being so abrupt about it. At least, I suppose that is what she wrote. It was--"
"I remember exactly what she wrote," says Colonel Tom.
"I never knew exactly," says the doctor. "The same mail that brought word from you that your grandfather had had some sort of a stroke, as a consequence of our elopement, brought also two letters from Emma. They had been forwarded from New York to Tennessee, and you had forwarded them to Chicago.
"Those letters began the trouble. You see, I hadn"t told Emma when I wrote breaking off the engagement that I was going to get married the next day. And Emma hadn"t received my letter, or else had made up her mind to ignore it. Anyhow, those letters were regular love-letters.
"I hadn"t really read one of Emma"s letters for months. But somehow I couldn"t help reading these. I had forgotten what a gift for the expression of sentiment Emma had. She fairly revelled in it, Tom. Those letters were simply writhing with clinging female adjectives. They SQUIRMED with affection.
"You may remember that Lucy was a rather jealous sort of a person.
Right in the midst of her alarm and grief and self-reproach over her grandfather, and in the midst of my efforts to comfort her, she spied the feminine handwriting on those two letters. I had glanced through them hurriedly, and laid them on the table.
"Tom, I was in bad. The dates on them, you know, were so RECENT. I didn"t want Lucy to read them. But I didn"t dare to ACT as if I didn"t want her to. So I handed them over.
"I suppose--to a bride who had only been married a little more than a week--and who had hurt her grandfather nearly to death in the marrying, those letters must have sounded rather odd. I tried to explain. But all my explanations only seemed to make the case worse for me. Lucy was furiously jealous. We really had a devil of a row before we were through with it. I tried to tell her that I loved no one but her. She pointed out that I must have said much the same sort of thing to Emma. She said she was almost as sorry for Emma as she was for herself. When Lucy got through with me, Tom, I looked like thirty cents and felt like twenty-five of that was plugged.
"I didn"t have sense enough to know that it was most of it grief over her grandfather, and nerves and hysteria, and the fact that she was only eighteen years old and lonely, and that being a bride had a certain amount to do with it. She had told me that I was a beast, and made me feel like one; and I took the whole thing hard and believed her. I made a fine, five-act tragedy out of a jealous fit I might have softened into comedy if I had had the wit.
"I wasn"t so very old myself, and I hadn"t ever been married before. I should have kept my mouth shut until it was all over, and then when she began to cry I should have coaxed her up and made her feel like I was the only solid thing to hang on to in the whole world.
"But the bottom had dropped out of the universe for me. She had said she hated me. I was fool enough to believe her. I went downtown and began to drink. I come home late that night. The poor girl had been waiting up for me--waiting for hours, and becoming more and more frightened when I didn"t show up. She was over her jealous fit, I suppose. If I had come home in good shape, or in anything like it, we would have made up then and there. But my condition stopped all that. I wasn"t so drunk but that I saw her face change when she let me in. She was disgusted.
"In the morning I was sick and feverish. I was more than disgusted with myself. I was in despair. If she had hated me before--and she had said she did--what must she do now? It seemed to me that I had sunk so far beneath her that it would take years to get back. It didn"t seem worth while making any plea for myself. You see, I was young and had serious streaks all through me. So when she told me that she had written home again, and was going back--was going to leave me, I didn"t see that it was only a bluff. I didn"t see that she was really only waiting to forgive me, if I gave her a chance. I started downtown to the building and loan office, wondering when she would leave, and if there was anything I could do to make her change her mind. I must repeat again that I was a fool--that I needed only to speak one word, had I but known it.
"If I had gone straight to work, everything might have come around all right even then. But I didn"t. I had that what"s-the-use feeling. And I stopped in at the Palmer House bar to get something to sort of pull me together.
"While I was there, who should come up to the bar and order a drink but Prent McMakin."
"Yes!" says Colonel Tom, as near excited as he ever got.
"Yes," says Armstrong, "n.o.body else. We saw each other in the mirror behind the bar. I don"t know whether you ever noticed it or not, Tom, but McMakin"s eyes had a way of looking almost like cross-eyes when he was startled or excited. They were a good deal too near together at any time. He gave me such a look when our eyes met in the mirror that, for an instant, I thought that he intended to do me some mischief--shoot me, you know, for taking his bride-to-be away from him, or some fool thing like that. But as we turned toward each other I saw he had no intention of that sort."
"Hadn"t he?" says Colonel Tom, mighty interested.
"No," says the doctor, looking at Colonel Tom very puzzled, "did you think he had?"
"Yes, I did," says the colonel, right thoughtful.
"On the contrary," says Armstrong, "we had a drink together. And he congratulated me. Made me quite a little speech, in fact; one of the flowery kind, you know, Tom, and said that he bore me no rancour, and all that."
"The deuce he did!" says Colonel Tom, very low, like he was talking to himself. "And then what?"
"Then," says the doctor, "then--let me see--it"s all a long time ago, you know, and McMakin"s part in the whole thing isn"t really important."