"By George, I"m glad to see you, Carson," he said.
The young man"s grave face brightened and a look of seeming sadness vanished from his eyes as he surveyed Merry and Hodge.
"Glad doesn"t express it with me," he said. "I can"t find words, fellows. By Jove! you"re both looking fine and happy as lords."
"Hodge ought to look happy." chuckled Merriwell. "Just married, you know."
"Elsie Bellwood----"
"You"ve named her," nodded Frank. "She"s the bride."
"Congratulations, Bart, old boy!" said Carson, again wringing the hand of Hodge.
"But hasn"t Frank put you onto the other event?" asked Bart. "There"s a new Merriwell in Bloomfield."
"A new Merriwell?"
"Three weeks old."
"And you never sent me word, Frank!" said Berlin, with a slightly injured air.
"How could I? Didn"t know your address. Last I knew you were not on the ranch."
"No, I haven"t stayed on the ranch much since father"s death and since----"
Carson broke off abruptly, as if his lips had nearly uttered something he did not care to speak about.
"You were en route when I received your wire, Berlin," explained Merry.
"You couldn"t expect me to answer it, you know."
"Of course not. It"s all right, Merry."
Merriwell led Carson toward the waiting surrey. Toots was standing on the platform, holding the horses.
"I believe you"ve met Toots, Berlin," said Frank.
"How"d do, Mist" Carson--how"d do, sah?" bowed Toots, his cap promptly coming off his kinky head. "Long time since Ah"ve seen yo", sah, an" Ah don" beliebe Ah"d known yo". Yo"s monstrous changed--monstrous changed."
"I suppose I have changed, Toots," said Berlin.
It was true, and both Frank and Bart had taken note of it. Carson was much thinner, and there was a certain wan and weary look about him.
Merriwell had arranged that his a.s.sistants, Browning and Diamond, who were also old schoolfellows of Carson"s, should be at Merry Home when Berlin reached there. And there was a great handshaking and much exclaiming over his appearance.
"I salute the little mother!" said the Westerner, as he bent over Inza"s hand and kissed it. "And the bride, too!" he exclaimed, as he greeted Elsie. "Merriwell, Hodge, let me shake hands with you again! My grip must say the things my lips cannot."
"Where"s the baby?" questioned Frank.
"Lizette has taken him in," answered Inza. "He"s asleep now. Oh, this was a surprise, Frank! I"m still angry at you, and yet I"m glad you didn"t tell me."
"And that"s like a woman, too," smiled Merry. "Come, Carson, I"ll show you your room. You look pegged out, but a wash-up and something to eat will brace you. Later on we"ll have a royal chat over old times. Then I"ll show you through Farnham Hall and around the grounds."
Berlin was left in his room, off which there was a bath. Instead of hastening to wash up when Merry was gone, Carson sat down on a chair, and the expression of weariness crept back into his sad eyes.
"And I might have been as happy myself!" he murmured. "I suppose it was not to be. I know I"m a fool, but I can"t forget--I can"t forget!"
After a few moments he arose and made preparations to descend.
At the head of the stairs he came face to face with Lizette, who was coming up. He gave her a glance, then stopped as if turned to stone.
Like a flash he seized her arm.
"Bessie!" he exclaimed; "Bessie, you here?"
Lizette fell back against the wall, her face gone white and her lips parted. Her free hand fluttered up to her heart, and for a few moments she was speechless. Finally she forced a little laugh.
"Oh, how you frighten me, monsieur!" she exclaimed. "You catch me so queek by ze arm, and your feengaires hurt!"
Carson released his hold, but blocked her path.
"Bessie?" he repeated, but this time there was a note of inquiry in his voice.
The girl seemed bewildered, but she shook her head.
"Zat is not my name, monsieur. It is Lizette. I am ze nurse."
"That face! Those eyes!" breathed the agitated young man. "That voice, also! Bessie, you cannot deceive me!"
"You gif me ze fear," said the nurse, shrinking away. "You look so very strange. Why you glare at me wiz ze eye? Why you keep calling me Bess-ee?"
"Are you not Bessie--my Bessie?"
"You haf ze very strange idea in your mind, saire. I nevaire saw you before."
Berlin Carson was like one dazed and utterly bewildered. To all appearances he had badly alarmed the girl. As he faltered in seeking further words, she suddenly brushed past him and fled, her soft-falling feet making no sound.
For fully three minutes Carson stood there without speaking. Finally, with his hand on the banister, he started to descend the stairs.
"Am I deceived?" he whispered huskily. "No, by Heaven, it is she!"
CHAPTER VI.
THE FACE IN THE WATCH.
At lunch Carson was strangely silent and abstracted. The raillery of his friends failed to awaken him into anything like liveliness. He smiled a bit at their jokes and chaffing, but any one could see those smiles were forced.