Graham learned with deep satisfaction that the dangerous symptoms of his aunt"s illness had pa.s.sed away, and that she was now well advanced in convalescence. They gave to each other an hour or two of unreserved confidence; and the old lady"s eyes filled with tears more than once as she saw how vain had been her nephew"s struggle. It was equally clear, however, that he had gained strength and a n.o.bler manhood in the effort; and so she told him.
"If supper is ready," he replied, "I"ll prove to you that I am in very fair condition."
An hour later he left her, cheerful and comparatively happy, for the St. Johns" cottage. From the piazza he saw through the lighted windows a home-scene that he had once dreamed might bless his life. Hilland, evidently, was reading the evening paper aloud, and his back was toward his friend. The major was nervously drumming on the table with his fingers, and contracting his frosty eyebrows, as if perturbed by the news. But it was on the young wife that Graham"s eyes dwelt longest.
She sat with some sewing on the further side of the open fire, and her face was toward him. Had she changed? Yes; but for the better. The slight matronly air and fuller form that had come with wifehood became her better than even her girlish grace. As she glanced up to her husband from time to time, Graham saw serene loving trust and content.
"It is all well with them," he thought; "and so may it ever be."
A servant who was pa.s.sing out opened the door, and thus he was admitted without being announced, for he cautioned the maid to say nothing. Then pushing open the parlor door, which was ajar, he entered, and said quietly: "I"ve come over for a game of whist."
But the quietness of his greeting was not reciprocated. All rose hastily, even to the major, and stared at him. Then Hilland half crushed the proffered hand, and the major grasped the other, and there came a fire of exclamations and questions that for a moment or two left no s.p.a.ce for answer.
Grace cried: "Come, Warren, give Mr. Graham a chance to get his breath and shake hands with me. I propose to count for something in this welcome."
"Give him a kiss, sweetheart," said her delighted husband.
Grace hesitated, and a slight flush suffused her face. Graham quickly bent over her hand, which he now held, and kissed it, saying: "I"ve been among the Orientals so long that I"ve learned some of their customs of paying homage. I know that you are queen here as of old, and that Hilland is by this time the meekest of men."
"Indeed, was I so imperious in old times?" she asked, as he threw himself, quite at home, into one of the easy-chairs.
"You are of those who are born to rule. You have a way of your own, however, which some other rulers might imitate to advantage."
"Well, my first command is that you give an account of yourself. So extensive a traveller never sat down at our quiet fireside before. Open your budget of wonders. Only remember we have some slight acquaintance with Baron Munchausen."
"The real wonders of the world are more wonderful than his inventions.
Beyond that I hastened home by the shortest possible route after receiving Hilland"s letter, I have little to say."
"I thought my letter would stir you up."
"In sincerity, I must say it did not. The postscript did, however."
"Then, in a certain sense, it was I who brought you home, Mr. Graham,"
said Grace. "I had just returned from a call on Mrs. Mayburn, and I made Warren open the letter and add the postscript. I a.s.sure you we were exceedingly anxious about her for weeks."
"And from what she has told me I am almost convinced that she owes her life more to you than to her physician. Drugs go but a little way, especially at her time of life; but the delicacies and nourishing food you saw she was provided with so regularly rallied her strength. Yes; it was your postscript that led to my immediate return, and not Hilland"s political blast."
"Why, Graham! Don"t you realize what"s going on here?"
"Not very seriously."
"You may have to fight, old fellow."
"I"ve no objections after I have decided which side to take."
"Good heavens, Graham! you will be mobbed if you talk that way here in New England. This comes of a man"s living abroad so much that he loses all love for his native land."
"Squabbling politicians are not one"s native land. I am not a hater of slavery as you are; and if it produces types of men and women like that Southern lady of whom I told you, it must be an excellent inst.i.tution."
"Oh, yes," cried Hilland laughing. "By the way, Grace, my cool, cynical friend was once madly in love--at first sight, too--and with a lady old enough to be his mother. I never heard a woman"s character sketched more tenderly; and his climax was that your mother must have closely resembled her."
"Mr. Graham is right," said the major impressively. "The South produces the finest women in the world; and when the North comes to meet its men, as I fear it must, it will find they are their mothers" sons."
"Poor Warren!" cried Grace; "here are all three of us against you--all pro-slavery and Southern in our sympathies."
"I admit at once that the South has produced THE finest woman in the world," said Hilland, taking his wife"s hand. "But I must add that many of her present productions are not at all to my taste; nor will they be to yours, Graham, after you have been here long enough to understand what is going on--that is, if anything at home can enlist your interest."
"I a.s.sure you I am deeply interested. It"s exhilarating to breathe American air now, especially so after just coming from regions where everything has been dead for centuries; for the people living there now are scarcely alive. Of course I obtained from the papers in Egypt very vague ideas of what was going on; and after receiving your letter my mind was too preoccupied with my aunt"s illness to dwell on much besides. If the flag which gave me protection abroad, and under which I was born, is a.s.sailed, I shall certainly fight for it, even though I may not be in sympathy with the causes which led to the quarrel. What I said about being undecided as to which side I would take was a half-jocular way of admitting that I need a great deal of information; and between you and the major I am in a fair way to hear both sides. I cannot believe, however, that a civil war will break out in this land of all others. The very idea seems preposterous, and I am not beyond the belief that the whole thing is political excitement. I have learned this much, that the old teachings of Calhoun have borne their legitimate fruit, and that the Cotton States by some hocus-pocus legislation declare themselves out of the Union. But then the rational, and to my mind inevitable, course will be, that the representative men of both sides will realize at last to what straits their partisanship is bringing them, and so come together and adjust their real or fancied grievances. Meanwhile, the excitement will die out; and a good many will have a dim consciousness that they have made fools of themselves, and go quietly about their own business the rest of their days."
"Graham, you don"t know anything about the true state of affairs," said Hilland; and before the evening was over he proved his words true to his friend, who listened attentively to the history of his native land for the past few months. In conclusion, Hilland said, "At one time--not very long ago, either--I held your opinion that it was the old game of bl.u.s.ter and threatening on the part of Southern politicians. But they are going too far; they have already gone too far. In seizing the United States forts and other property, they have practically waged war against the government. My opinions have changed from week to week under the stern logic of events, and I now believe that the leading spirits in the South mean actual and final separation. I"ve no doubt that they hope to effect their purpose peaceably, and that the whole thing will soon be a matter of diplomacy between two distinct governments. But they are preparing for war, and they will have it, too, to their hearts" content. President Buchanan is a m.u.f.f. He sits and wrings his hands like an old woman, and declares he can do nothing.
But the new administration will soon be in power, and it will voice the demand of the North that this nonsense be stopped; and if no heed is given, it will stop it briefly, decisively."
"My son Warren," said the major, "you told your friend some time since that he knew nothing about this affair. You must permit me to say the same to you. I feat that both sides have gone too far, much too far; and what the end will be, and when it will come, G.o.d only knows."
Before many weeks pa.s.sed Graham shared the same view.
Events crowded upon each other; pages of history were made daily, and often hourly. In every home, as well as in the cottages wherein dwelt the people of my story, the daily journals were s.n.a.t.c.hed and read at the earliest possible moment. Many were stern and exultant like Hilland; more were dazed and perplexed, feeling that something ought to be done to stem the torrent, and at the same time were astonished and troubled to find that perhaps a next-door neighbor sympathized with the rebellion and predicted its entire success. The social atmosphere was thick with doubt, heavy with despondency, and often lurid with anger.
Graham became a curious study to both Grace and his aunt; and sometimes his friend and the major were inclined to get out of patience with him.
He grew reticent on the subject concerning which all were talking, but he read with avidity, not only the history of the day, but of the past as it related to the questions at issue.
One of his earliest acts had been the purchase of a horse noted in town as being so powerful, spirited, and even vicious, that few dared to drive or ride him. He had finally brought his ill-repute to a climax by running away, wrecking the carriage, and breaking his owner"s ribs. He had since stood fuming in idleness; and when Graham wished him brought to the unused stable behind his aunt"s cottage, no one would risk the danger. Then the young man went after the horse himself.
"I"ve only one man in my employ who dares clean and take care of him,"
remarked the proprietor of the livery stable where he was kept; "and he declares that he won"t risk his life much longer unless the brute is used and tamed down somewhat. There"s your property and I"d like to have it removed as soon as possible."
"I"ll remove it at once," said Graham, quietly; and paying no heed to the crowd that began to gather when it was bruited that "Firebrand"--for such was the horse"s name--was to be brought out, he took a bridle and went into the stall, first speaking gently, then stroking the animal with an a.s.sured touch. The horse permitted himself to be bridled and led out; but there was an evil fire in his eye, and he gave more than one ominous snort of defiance. The proprietor, smitten by a sudden compunction, rushed forward and cried, "Look here, sir; you are taking your life in your hand."
"I say, Graham," cried Hilland"s voice, "what sc.r.a.pe are you in, that you have drawn such a crowd?"
"No sc.r.a.pe at all," said Graham, looking around and recognizing his friend and Grace mounted and pa.s.sing homeward from their ride. "I"ve had the presumption to think that you would permit me to join you occasionally, and so have bought a good horse. Isn"t he a beauty?"
"What, Firebrand?"
"That"s his present name. I shall re-christen him."
"Oh, come, Graham! if you don"t value your neck, others do. You"ve been imposed upon."
"I"ve warned him--" began the keeper of the livery stable; but here the horse reared and tried to break from Graham"s grasp.
"Clear the way," the young man cried; and as the brute came down he seized his mane and vaulted upon his bare back. The action was so sudden and evidently so unexpected that the horse stood still and quivered for a moment, then gave a few prodigious bounds; but the rider kept his seat so perfectly that he seemed a part of the horse. The beast next began to rear, and at one time it seemed as if he would fall over backward, and his master sprang lightly to the ground. But the horse was scarcely on all fours before Graham was on his back again.
The brute had the bit in his teeth, and paid no attention to it. Graham now drew a flexible rawhide from his pocket, and gave his steed a severe cut across the flanks. The result was another bound into the air, such as experts present declared was never seen before; and then the enraged animal sped away at a tremendous pace There was a shout of applause; and Hilland and Grace galloped after, but soon lost sight of Graham. Two hours later he trotted quietly up to their door, his coal-black horse white with foam, quivering in every muscle, but perfectly subdued.
"I merely wished to a.s.sure you that my neck was safe, and that I have a horse fit to go to the war that you predict so confidently," he said to Hilland, who with Grace rushed out on the piazza.
"I say, Graham, where did you learn to ride?" asked his friend.
"Oh, the horses were n.o.bler animals than the men in some of the lands where I have been, and I studied them. This creature will be a faithful friend in a short time. You have no idea how much intelligence such a horse as this has if he is treated intelligently. I don"t believe he has ever known genuine kindness. I"ll guarantee that I can fire a pistol between his ears within two weeks, and that he won"t flinch.
Good-by. I shall be my own hostler for a short time, and must work an hour over him after the run he"s had."