"How long has--? However!--Oh, that"s all right, sir; I only wanted--ahem!" The applicant moved away chewing his lip. What he had "only wanted" was to change the form of his letter"s salutation. In the street it came to him that by telegraphing the post-master at the other end of the route he could--"Oh, thunder! Let it go!" He had begun it, "Dear Miss Barb."
And so it went its way, while he went his--on a business of whose pure unselfishness it is to be feared he was a trifle proud--I mean, to see how Mrs. Ravenel was and ask what more he could do for her. He was kindly received by a sweet little woman of thirty or so, who lived in a small high room of the hotel, taught vocal music in an academy, and had nothing to do on Sat.u.r.days and Sundays--this was Sat.u.r.day. Through the doctor, who was her doctor, too, she had found access to Fannie"s bedside and even into her grateful regard. Her soft, well-trained voice was of the kind that rests the sick and weary. The nurse, she said, was getting a little sleep on the lounge in Mrs. Ravenel"s room.
"Satisfactory?" Yes, admirable every way, and already as fond of Mrs.
Ravenel as she herself.
"Isn"t she lovely?" she exclaimed in melodious undertone, and hardly gave Mr. March time for a very dignified yes. "When she sat up in her pillows half an hour ago, with her breakfast, so delicate and tempting, lying before her forgotten, and she looking _so_ frail and yet _so_ pretty, with that look in her eyes as if she had been seeing ghosts all night, she seemed to me as though she"d just finished one life and begun another. How long has she had that look, Mr. March? I noticed it the morning she arrived, though it wasn"t anything like so plain as it is now. But it only makes her more interesting and poetical. If I were a man--hmph!--I"d wish I were Colonel Ravenel, that"s all! No, I don"t know that I should, either; but if I were not, I"m afraid I should give him trouble." John thought she watched him an instant there, but--
"Mr. March," she went on, "I wish you could hear the beautiful, tender, winning way in which she boasts of her husband. She"s as proud of him for going and leaving her as she is of you for staying! Fact is, _I_ can"t tell which of you she"s proudest of." She gave her listener a fascinated smile, with which he showed himself at such a loss to know what to do that she liked him still better than before.
"Mrs. Ravenel asked me to tell you how grateful she is. But she also----"
A bell-boy interrupted with two telegrams, both addressed to Fannie.
"She also what?" asked John, mantling.
"Mr. March, do you suppose either of these is bad news?"
"No, ma"am, one"s probably from Suez to say the black girl"s coming, and the other"s from her husband; but if it were not good news, he was to send it to me."
She took the telegrams in and was soon with him again. "Oh, Mr. March, they"re just as you said! Mrs. Ravenel says tell you she"s better--which is true--and to thank you once more, but to say that she can"t any longer--" the little musician poured upon him her most loving beams--"let you make the sacrifice you"re----"
John solemnly smiled. "Why, she hasn"t _been_ letting me. She never asked me to stay and she needn"t ask me to go. I gave my word to _him_, and I shall keep it--to myself." His manner grew more playful. "That"s what you"d do, wouldn"t you, if you were a man?"
But at that moment his hearer was not fancying herself a man; she was only wishing she were a younger woman. A gleam of the wish may have got into her look as she gave him her hand at parting, for somehow he began to have a sort of honey-sickness against femmine interests and plainly felt his land company"s business crowding upon his conscience.
LXIV.
JUDICIOUS JOHANNA
One thing that gives play for sentiment concerning a three hours"
belated railway train is the unapologetic majesty with which at last it rolls into a terminal station.
There had been rain-storms and freshets down in Dixie, and a subdued anxiety showed itself on Johanna"s face as she stepped down from the crowded platform; but she shone with glad astonishment when she found John March taking her forgotten satchel from her hands and her checks from the express messenger.
A great many people looked at them, once for curiosity and again for pleasure; for she was almost as flattering a representative of her cla.s.s as he of his, and in meeting each other they seemed happy enough to have been twins. The hotel"s conveyance was an old-fashioned stage-coach, but very new and blue. It made her dumb with delight to see the owner-like serenity with which Mr. March pa.s.sed her into it and by and by out of it into the gorgeous hotel. But to double the dose of some drugs reverses their effect, and her supper, served in the ladies" ordinary and by a white man-servant, actually brought her to herself. As she began to eat--blissfully, for only a yard or so away sat Mr. March smilingly holding back a hundred inquiries--she managed, herself, to ask a question or two. She grew pensive when told of Miss Fannie"s sickness and of the bridegroom"s being compelled to go to Washington, but revived in reporting favorably upon the health of Mrs. March, whom, she said, she had seen at a fair given by both the Suez churches to raise money to repair the graveyard fence--"on account o" de hawgs breakin" in so awfm."
"And you say everybody was there, eh?" indolently responded John, as he resharpened his lead-pencil. "Even including Professor Pettigrew?"
"No, seh, I observe he not "mongs" de comp"ny, "caze yo" maw"s Jane, she call my notice to dat."
"I wonder how my mother likes Jane. Do you know?"
Johanna showed a pretty embarra.s.sment. "Jane say yo" maw like her. She say yo" maw like her "caze she always done tole yo" maw ev"thing what happm when yo" maw not at home. Seh? Oh, no, seh," the speaker"s bashfulness increased, ""tis on"y Jane say dat; same time she call my notice to de absence o" Pufesso" Pedigree--ya.s.s, seh."
John gave himself a heartier manner. "I reckon, Johanna, you"d be rather amazed to hear that I traveled nearly all the way from Pulaski City with yo" young missie and stayed at the same hotel here with her and her friends a whole Sat.u.r.day and Sunday, wouldn"t you?"
Johanna"s modest smile glittered across her face as she slowly replied, "No-o, seh, I cayn"t "zac"ly fine myseff ama-aze", "caze Miss Barb done wrote about it in her letteh."
"Psheh!" said John, playing incredulous, "you ain"t got air letter from Miss Barb."
The girl was flattered to ecstasy. "Ya.s.s, seh, I is," she said; but her soft laugh meant also that something in the way he faltered on the dear nickname made her heart leap.
"Now, Johanna," murmured John, looking more roguishly than he knew from under his long lashes, "you" a-foolin" me. If you had a letter you"d be monst"ous proud to show it. All you"ve got is a line or two saying, "Send me my shawl," or something o" that sort."
Johanna glanced up with injured surprise and then t.i.ttered, "Miss Barb wear a shawl--fo" de Lawd"s sa-ake! Why, Mr. March, evm you knows betteh"n dat, seh." Her glow of happiness stayed while she drew forth a letter and laid it by her cup of coffee.
"Oh!"--the sceptic tossed his head--"seein"s believin"; but I can"t see so far off."
Johanna could hardly speak for grinning. "Da.s.s heh letteh, seh, writ de ve"y same night what she tell you good-by."
"She wrote it"--John"s heart came into his mouth--"that same night?"
"Da.s.s what it saay, seh. D"ain"t nothin" so ve"y private in it; ef yo"
anteress encline you to read it, why----"
"Thank you," said the convert as his long arm took the prize.
There were three full sheets of it. He found himself mentioned again and again, but covertly drew his breath through his clenched teeth to see how necessary he had made himself to every page of her narrative and how utterly he was left out when not so needed. "She"ll not get the same chance again," he thought as he finished.
"Johanna, have you--never mind, I was----" And he began to read it again.
Sitting thus absorbed, he was to the meek-minded girl before him as strong and fine a masculine nature as she had ever knowingly come near.
But his intelligence was only masculine at last--a young man"s intelligence. She kept her eyes in her plate; yet she had no trouble to see, perfectly, that her confidence was not ill-advised--a confidence that between the letter"s lines he would totally fail to read what she had read.
One thing was disappointing. As often as read to her, the letter had seemed to sparkle and overflow with sweet humor and exquisite wit to that degree that she had to smother her laughter from beginning to end.
Mr. March was finishing it a second time and had not smiled. Twice or thrice he had almost frowned. Yet as he pushed its open pages across the table he said ever so pleasantly,
"That"s a mighty nice letter, Johanna; who"s going to answer it for you?"
"Hit done answ"ed, seh. I ans" it same night it come. My fatheh writ de answeh; ya.s.s, seh, Unc" Leviticus."
"Oh, yes. Well, you couldn"t "a" chosen better--Oh! Miss Barb says here"--Mr. March gathered up the sheets again--""write me all you hear about the land company." That"s just so"s to know how her father gets on, I reckon, ain"t it?" He became so occupied with the letter that the girl did not have to reply. He was again reading it through. This time he repeatedly smiled, and as he folded it and gave it up he said once more,
"Yes, it"s a nice letter. Does Miss Barb know where to mail the next one to you?"
"I ain"t had no chaynce to sen" her word, seh."
"Why, that"s a pity! You ought to do that at once, Johanna, and let her know you"ve got here safe and well--if only for her sake! I"ll do it for you to-night, if you"d like me to."
Johanna thankfully a.s.sented.
Mr. March did not ponder, this time, as to what the opening phrase of the letter should be; and as he sealed the "hurried note" he did so with the air of a man who is confident he has made no mistake. It began, "Dear Miss Barb."