"I"d make you take it," she protested as Flora pinned it on, "if I hadn"t thrown it away."
"Dearest," cooed the other, "that would make me a thief ag-ain, and this time guilty."
"Can"t I give a castaway rose to whom I please?"
"Not this one. Ah, sweet, a thousand thousand pardon!"--the speaker bent to her hearer"s ear--"I saw you when you kiss" it--and before."
Anna"s face went into her hands, and face and hands to Flora"s shoulder; but in the next breath she clutched the shoulder and threw up her head, while the far strain of a bugle faintly called, "Head of column to the right."
The cadence died. "Flora! your dream is true and that"s the battery! It"s going, Flora. It"s gone! Your brother"s gone! Your brother, Flora, your brother! Charlie! he"s gone." So crying Anna sprang to the window and with unconscious ease threw it up.
The pair stood in it. With a bound like the girl"s own, clear day had come. Palely the river purpled and silvered. No sound was anywhere, no human sign on vacant camp ground, levee, or highroad. "Ah!"--Flora made a well pretended gesture of discovery and distress--""tis true! That bugl" muz" have meant us good-by."
"Oh, then it was cruel!" exclaimed Anna. "To you, dear, cruel to you to steal off in that way. Run! dress for the carriage!"
Flora played at hesitation: "Ah, love, if perchanze that bugl" was to call you?"
"My dear! how could even he--the "ladies" man," ha, ha!--imagine any true woman would come to the call of a bugle? Go! while I order the carriage."
They had left the window. The hostess lifted her hand toward a bell-cord but the visitor stayed it, absently staring while letting herself be pressed toward the door, thrilled with a longing as wild as Anna"s and for the same sight, yet cunningly pondering. Nay, waiting, rather, on instinct, which the next instant told her that Anna would inevitably go herself, no matter who stayed.
"You"ll come al-long too?" she pleadingly asked.
"No, dear, I cannot! Your grandmother will, of course, and Miranda." The bell-cord was pulled.
"Anna, you must go, else me, I will not!"
"Ah, how can I? Dear, dear, you"re wasting such golden moments! Well, I"ll go with you! Only make haste while I call the others--stop!" Their arms fell lightly about each other"s neck. "You"ll never tell on me?... Not even to Miranda?... Nor h-his--his uncle?... Nor"--the pet.i.tioner pressed closer with brightening eyes--"nor his--cousin?"
Softly Flora"s face went into her hands, and face and hands to Anna"s shoulder, as neat a reduplication as ever was. But suddenly there were hoof-beats again. Yes, coming at an easy gallop. Now they trotted through the front gate. The eyes of the two stared. "A courier," whispered Anna, "to Captain Mandeville!" though all her soul hoped differently.
Only a courier it was. So said the maid who came in reply to the late ring, but received no command. The two girls, shut in together, Anna losing moments more golden than ever, heard the rider at the veranda steps accost the old coachman and so soon after greet Mandeville that it was plain the captain had already been up and dressing.
"It"s Charlie!" breathed Anna, and Flora nodded.
Now Charlie trotted off again, and now galloped beyond hearing, while Mandeville"s booted tread reascended to his wife"s room. And now came Constance: "Nan, where on earth is Fl--? Oh, of course! News, Nan! Good news, Flora! The battery, you know--?"
"Yes," said Anna, with her dryest smile, "it"s sneaked off in the dark."
"Nan, you"re mean! It"s marching up-town now, Flora. At least the guns and caissons are, so as to be got onto the train at once. And oh, girls, those poor, dear boys! the train--from end to end it"s to be nothing but a freight train!"
"Hoh!" laughed the heartless Anna, "that"s better than staying here."
The sister put out her chin and turned again to Flora. "But just now," she said, "the main command are to wait and rest in Congo Square, and about ten o"clock they"re to be joined by all the companies of the Cha.s.seurs that haven"t gone to Pensacola and by the whole regiment of the Orleans Guards, as an escort of honor, and march in that way to the depot, led by General Brodnax and his staff--and Steve! And every one who wants to bid them good-by must do it there. Of course there"ll be a perfect jam, and so Miranda"s ordering breakfast at seven and the carriage at eight, and Steve--he didn"t tell even me last night because--" Her words stuck in her throat, her tears glistened, she gnawed her lips. Anna laid tender hands on her.
"Why, what, Connie, dear?"
"St--Ste--Steve--"
"Is Steve going with them to Virginia?"
The face of Constance went into her hands, and face and hands to Anna"s shoulder. Meditatively smiling, Flora slipped away to dress.
x.x.x
GOOD-BY, KINCAID"S BATTERY
At one end of a St. Charles Hotel parlor a group of natty officers stood lightly chatting while they covertly listened. At the other end, with Irby and Mandeville at his two elbows, General Brodnax conversed with Kincaid and Bartleson, the weather-faded red and gray of whose uniforms showed in odd contrast to the smartness all about them.
Now he gave their words a frowning attention, and now answered abruptly: "Humph! That looks tremendously modest in you, gentlemen,--what?... Well, then, in your whole command if it"s their notion. But it"s vanity at last, sirs, pure vanity. Kincaid"s Battery "doesn"t want to parade its dinginess till it"s done something"--pure vanity! "Shortest way"--nonsense! The shortest way to the train isn"t the point! The point is to make so inspiring a show of you as to shame the d.a.m.ned stay-at-homes!"
"You"ll par-ade," broke in the flaming Mandeville. "worse" dress than presently, when you rit-urn conqueror"!" But that wearied the General more.
"Oh, h.e.l.l," he mumbled. "Captain Kincaid, eh--" He led that officer alone to a window and spoke low: "About my girl, Hilary,--and me. I"d like to decide that matter before you show your heels. You, eh,--default, I suppose?"
"No, uncle, she does that. I do only the hopeless loving."
"The wha-at? Great Lord! You don"t tell me you--?"
"Yes, I caved in last night; told her I loved her. Oh, I didn"t do it just in this ashes-of-roses tone of voice, but"--the nephew smiled--the General scowled--"you should have seen me, uncle. You"d have thought it was Mandeville. I made a gorgeous botch of it."
"You don"t mean she--?"
"Yes, sir, adjourned me sine die. Oh, it"s no use to look at me." He laughed. "The calf"s run over me. My fat"s in the fire."
The General softly swore and continued his gaze. "I believe," he slowly said, "that"s why you wanted to slink out of town the back way."
"Oh, no, it"s not. Or at least--well, anyhow, uncle, now you can decide in favor of Adolphe."
The uncle swore so audibly that the staff heard and exchanged smiles: "I neither can nor will decide--for either of you--yet! You understand? I don"t do it. Go, bring your battery."
The city was taken by surprise. Congo Square was void of soldiers before half Ca.n.a.l street"s new red-white-and-red bunting could be thrown to the air. In column of fours--escort leading and the giant in the bearskin hat leading it--they came up Rampart street. On their right hardly did time suffice for boys to climb the trees that in four rows shaded its noisome ca.n.a.l; on their left not a second too many was there for the people to crowd the doorsteps, fill windows and garden gates, line the banquettes and silently gather breath and ardor while the escort moved by, before the moment was come in which to cheer and cheer and cheer, as with a hundred flashing sabres at shoulder the dismounted, heavy-knapsacked, camp-worn battery, Kincaid"s Battery--you could read the name on the flag--Kincaid"s Battery! came and came and pa.s.sed. In Ca.n.a.l street and in St. Charles there showed a fierceness of pain in the cheers, and the march was by platoons. At the hotel General Brodnax and staff joined and led it--up St. Charles, around Tivoli Circle, and so at last into Calliope street.
Meantime far away and sadly belated, with the Valcours cunningly to blame and their confiding hostesses generously making light of it, up Love street hurried the Callenders" carriage. Up the way of Love and athwart the oddest tangle of streets in New Orleans,--Frenchmen and Casacalvo, Greatmen, History, Victory, Peace, Arts, Poet, Music, Bagatelle, c.r.a.ps, and Mysterious--across Elysian Fields not too Elysian, past the green, high-fenced gardens of Esplanade and Rampart flecked red-white-and-red with the oleander, the magnolia, and the rose, spun the wheels, spanked the high-trotters. The sun was high and hot, shadows were scant and sharp, here a fence and there a wall were as blinding white as the towering fair-weather clouds, gowns were gauze and the parasols were six, for up beside the old coachman sat Victorine. She it was who first saw that Congo Square was empty and then that the crowds were gone from Ca.n.a.l street. It was she who first suggested Dryads street for a short cut and at Triton Walk was first to hear, on before, the music,--ah, those horn-bursting Dutchmen! could they never, never hit it right?--
"When other lips and other hearts Their tale of love shall tell--"
and it was she who, as they crossed Calliope street, first espied the rear of the procession, in column of fours again, it was she who flashed tears of joy as they whirled into Erato street to overtake the van and she was first to alight at the station.
The General and his staff were just reaching it. Far down behind them shone the armed host. The march ceased, the music--"then you"ll rememb""--broke off short. The column rested. "Mon Dieu!" said even the Orleans Guards, "quel chaleur! Is it not a terrib", thad sun!" Hundreds of their blue kepis, hundreds of gray shakos in the Confederate Guards, were lifted to wipe streaming necks and throats, while away down beyond our ladies" ken all the drummers of the double escort, forty by count, silently came back and moved in between the battery and its band to make the last music the very bravest. Was that Kincaid, the crowd asked, one of another; he of the thick black locks, tired cheek and brow, and eyes that danced now as he smiled and talked? "Phew! me, I shou"n" love to be tall like that, going to be shot at, no! ha, ha! But thad"s no wonder they are call" the ladies" man batt"rie!"
"Hah! they are not call" so because him, but because themse"v"s! Every one he is that, and they didn" got the name in Circus street neither, ha, ha!--although--h.e.l.lo, Chahlie Valcour. Good-by, Chahlie. Don"t ged shoot in the back--ha, ha!--"
A command! How eternally different from the voice of prattle. The crowd huddled back to either sidewalk, forced by the opening lines of the escort backed against it, till the long, sh.e.l.led wagon-way gleamed white and bare. Oh, Heaven! oh, home! oh, love! oh, war! For hundreds, hundreds--beat Anna"s heart--the awful hour had come, had come! She and her five companions could see clear down both bayonet-crested living walls--blue half the sun-tortured way, gray the other half--to where in red kepis and with shimmering sabres, behind their tall captain, stretched the dense platoons and came and came, to the crash of horns, the boys, the boys, the dear, dear boys who with him, with him must go, must go!
"Don"t cry, Connie dear," she whispered, though stubborn drops were salting her own lips, "it will make it harder for Steve."
"Harder!" moaned the doting bride, "you don"t know him!"
"Oh, let any woman cry who can," laughed Flora, "I wish I could!" and verily spoke the truth. Anna meltingly pressed her hand but gave her no glance. All eyes, dry or wet, were fixed on the nearing ma.s.s, all ears drank the rising peal and roar of its horns and drums. How superbly rigorous its single, two-hundred-footed step. With what splendid rigidity the escorts" burnished lines walled in its oncome.