Kitty"s Conquest.
by Charles King.
PREFACE.
The incidents of this little story occurred some twelve years ago, and it was then that the story was mainly written.
If it meet with half the kindness bestowed upon his later work it will more than fulfil the hopes of
THE AUTHOR.
February, 1884.
KITTY"S CONQUEST.
CHAPTER I.
It was just after Christmas, and discontentedly enough I had left my cosy surroundings in New Orleans, to take a business-trip through the counties on the border-line between Tennessee and northern Mississippi and Alabama. One sunny afternoon I found myself on the "freight and pa.s.senger" of what was termed "The Great Southern Mail Route." We had been trundling slowly, sleepily along ever since the conductor"s "all aboard!" after dinner; had met the Mobile Express at Corinth when the shadows were already lengthening upon the ruddy, barren-looking landscape, and now, with Iuka just before us, and the warning whistle of the engine shrieking in our ears with a discordant pertinacity attained only on our Southern railroads, I took a last glance at the sun just disappearing behind the distant forest in our wake, drew the last breath of life, from my cigar, and then, taking advantage of the halt at the station, strolled back from the dinginess of the smoking-car to more comfortable quarters in the rear.
There were only three pa.s.senger-cars on the train, and, judging from the scarcity of occupants, one would have been enough. Elbowing my way through the gaping, lazy swarms of unsavory black humanity on the platform, and the equally repulsive-looking knots of "poor white trash,"
the invariable features of every country stopping-place south of Mason and Dixon, I reached the last car, and entering, chose one of a dozen empty seats, and took a listless look at my fellow-pa.s.sengers,--six in all,--and of them, two only worth a second glance.
One, a young, perhaps very young, lady, so girlish, _pet.i.te_, and pretty she looked even after the long day"s ride in a sooty car. Her seat was some little distance from the one into which I had dropped, but that was because the other party to be depicted was installed within two of her, and, with that indefinable sense of repulsion which induces all travellers, strangers to one another, to get as far apart as possible on entering a car, I had put four seats "twixt him and me,--and afterwards wished I hadn"t.
It _was_ rude to turn and stare at a young girl,--travelling alone, too, as she appeared to be. I did it involuntarily the first time, and found myself repeating the performance again and again, simply because I couldn"t help it,--she looked prettier and prettier every time.
A fair, oval, tiny face; a somewhat supercilious nose, and not-the-least-so mouth; a mouth, on the contrary, that even though its pretty lips were closed, gave one the intangible yet positive a.s.surance of white and regular teeth; eyes whose color I could not see because their drooping lids were fringed with heavy curving lashes, but which subsequently turned out to be a soft, dark gray; and hair!--hair that made one instinctively gasp with admiration, and exclaim (mentally), "If it"s _only_ real!"--hair that rose in heavy golden ma.s.ses above and around the diminutive ears, almost hiding them from view, and fell in braids (not braids either, because it _wasn"t_ braided) and rolls--only that sounds breakfasty--and ma.s.ses again,--it must do for both,--heavy golden ma.s.ses and rolls and waves and straggling offshoots and disorderly delightfulness all down the little lady"s neck, and, landing in a lump on the back of the seat, seemed to come surging up to the top again, ready for another tumble.
It looked as though it hadn"t been "fixed" since the day before, and yet as though it would be a shame to touch it; and was surmounted, "sat upon," one might say, by the jauntiest of little travelling hats of some dark material (don"t expect a bachelor, and an elderly one at that, to be explicit on such a point), this in turn being topped by the pertest little mite of a feather sticking bolt upright from a labyrinth of beads, bows, and buckles at the side.
More of this divinity was not to be viewed from my post of observation, as all below the fragile white throat with its dainty collar and the handsome fur "boa," thrown loosely back on account of the warmth of the car, was undergoing complete occultation by the seats in front; yet enough was visible to impress one with a longing to become acquainted with the diminutive entirety, and to convey an idea of cultivation and refinement somewhat unexpected on that particular train, and in that utterly unlovely section of the country.
Naturally I wondered who she was; where she was going; how it happened that she, so young, so innocent, so be-petted and be-spoilt in appearance, should be journeying alone through the thinly settled counties of upper Mississippi. Had she been a "through" pa.s.senger, she would have taken the express, not this grimy, stop-at-every-shanty, slow-going old train on which we were creeping eastward.
In fact, the more I peeped, the more I marvelled; and I found myself almost unconsciously inaugurating a detective movement with a view to ascertaining her ident.i.ty.
All this time mademoiselle was apparently serenely unconscious of my scrutiny and deeply absorbed in some object--a book, probably--in her lap. A stylish Russia-leather satchel was hanging among the hooks above her head,--evidently her property,--and those probably, too, were her initials in monogram, stamped in gilt upon the flap, too far off for my fading eyes to distinguish, yet tantalizingly near.
Now I"m a lawyer, and as such claim an indisputable right to exercise the otherwise feminine prerogative of yielding to curiosity. It"s our business to be curious; not with the sordid views and mercenary intents of Templeton Jitt; but rather as d.i.c.kens"s "Bar" was curious,--affably, apologetically, professionally curious. In fact, as "Bar" himself said, "we lawyers _are_ curious," and take the same lively interest in the affairs of our fellow-men (and women) as maiden aunts are popularly believed to exercise in the case of a pretty niece with a dozen beaux, or a mother-in-law in the daily occupations of the happy husband of her eldest daughter. Why need I apologize further? I left my seat; zig-zagged down the aisle; took a drink of water which I didn"t want, and, returning, the long look at the monogram which I _did_.
There they were, two gracefully intertwining letters; a "C" and a "K."
Now was it C. K. or K. C.? If C. K., what did it stand for?
I thought of all manner of names as I regained my seat; some pretty, some tragic, some commonplace, none satisfactory. Then I concluded to begin over; put the cart before the horse, and try K. C.
Now, it"s ridiculous enough to confess to it, but Ku-Klux was the first thing I thought of; K. C. didn"t stand for it at all, but Ku-Klux _would_ force itself upon my imagination. Well, everything _was_ Ku-Klux just then. Congress was full of them; so was the South;--Ku-Klux had brought me up there; in fact I had spent most of the afternoon in planning an elaborate line of defence for a poor devil whom I knew to be innocent, however blood-guilty might have been his a.s.sociates. Ku-Klux had brought that lounging young cavalryman (the other victim reserved for description), who--confound him--had been the cause of my taking a metaphorical back seat and an actual front one on entering the car; but Ku-Klux couldn"t have brought _her_ there; and after all, what business had I bothering my tired brains over this young beauty? I was nothing to her, why should she be such a torment to me?
In twenty minutes we would be due at Sandbrook, and there I was to leave the train and jog across the country to the plantation of Judge Summers, an old friend of my father"s and of mine, who had written me to visit him on my trip, that we might consult together over some intricate cases that of late had been occupying his attention in that vicinity. In fact, I was too elderly to devote so much thought and speculation to a damsel still in her teens, so I resolutely turned eyes and tried to turn thoughts to something else.
The lamps were being lighted, and the glare from the one overhead fell full upon my other victim, the cavalryman. I knew him to be such from the crossed sabres in gold upon his jaunty forage cap, and the heavy army cloak which was m.u.f.fled cavalier-like over his shoulders, displaying to vivid advantage its gorgeous lining of canary color, yet completely concealing any interior garments his knightship might be pleased to wear.
Something in my contemplation of this young warrior amused me to that extent that I wondered he had escaped more than a casual glance before.
Lolling back in his seat, with a huge pair of top boots spread out upon the cushion in front, he had the air, as the French say, of thorough self-appreciation and superiority; he was gazing dreamily up at the lamp overhead and whistling softly to himself, with what struck me forcibly as an affectation of utter nonchalance; what struck me still more forcibly was that he did not once look at the young beauty so close behind him; on the contrary, there was an evident attempt on his part to appear sublimely indifferent to her presence.
Now that"s very unusual in a young man under the circ.u.mstances, isn"t it? I had an idea that these Charles O"Malleys were heart-smashers; but this conduct hardly tallied with any of my preconceived notions on the subject of heart-smashing, and greatly did I marvel and conjecture as to the cause of this extraordinary divergence from the manners and customs of young men,--soldiers in particular, when, of a sudden, Mars arose, threw off his outer vestment, emerged as it were from a golden glory of yellow shelter-tent; discovered a form tall, slender, graceful, and erect, the whole clad in a natty sh.e.l.l-jacket and riding-breeches; stalked up to the stove in the front of the car; produced, filled, and lighted a smoke-begrimed little meerschaum; opened the door with a snap; let himself out with a bang; and disappeared into outer darkness.
Looking quickly around, I saw that the fair face of C. K. or K. C. was uplifted; furthermore, that there was an evident upward tendency on the part of the aforementioned supercilious nose, entirely out of proportion with the harmonious and combined movement of the other features; furthermore, that the general effect was that of maidenly displeasure; and, lastly, that the evident object of such divine wrath was, beyond all peradventure, the vanished knight of the sabre.
"Now, my lad," thought I, "what have you done to put your foot in it?"
Just then the door reopened, and in came, not Mars, but the conductor; and that functionary, proceeding direct to where she sat, thus addressed the pretty object of my late cogitations (I didn"t listen, but I heard):
"It"ll be all right, miss. I telegraphed the judge from Iuka, and reckon he"ll be over with the carriage to meet you; but if he nor none of the folks ain"t there, I"ll see that you"re looked after all right. Old Jake Biggs"ll be there, most like, and then you"re sure of getting over to the judge"s to-night anyhow."
Here I p.r.i.c.ked up my ears. Beauty smilingly expressed her grat.i.tude, and, in smiling, corroborated my theory about the teeth to the most satisfactory extent.
"The colonel," continued the conductor, who would evidently have been glad of any excuse to talk with her for hours, "the colonel, him and Mr.
Peyton, went over to Holly Springs three days ago; but the smash-up on the Mississippi Central must have been the cause of their not getting to the junction in time to meet you. That"s why I brought you along on this train; "twasn"t no use to wait for them there."
"Halloo!" thought I at this juncture, "here"s my chance; he means Judge Summers by "the judge"s," and "the colonel" is Harrod Summers, of course, and Ned Peyton, that young reprobate who has been playing fast and loose among the marshals and sheriffs, is the Mr. Peyton he speaks of; and this must be some friend or relative of Miss Pauline"s going to visit her. The gentlemen have been sent to meet her, and have been delayed by that accident. I"m in luck;" so up I jumped, elbowed the obliging conductor to one side; raised my hat, and introduced myself,--"Mr. Brandon, of New Orleans, an old friend of Judge Summers, on my way to visit him; delighted to be of any service; pray accept my escort," etc., etc.--all somewhat incoherent, but apparently satisfactory. Mademoiselle graciously acknowledged my offer; smilingly accepted my services; gave me a seat by her side; and we were soon busied in a pleasant chat about "Pauline," her cousin, and "Harrod," her other cousin and great admiration. Soon I learned that it was K. C., that K. C. was Kitty Carrington; that Kitty Carrington was Judge Summers"s niece, and that Judge Summers"s niece was going to visit Judge Summers"s niece"s uncle; that they had all spent the months of September and October together in the north when she first returned from abroad; that she had been visiting "Aunt Mary" in Louisville ever since, and that "Aunt Mary" had been with her abroad for ever so long, and was just as good and sweet as she could be. In fact, I was fast learning all my charming little companion"s family history, and beginning to feel tolerably well acquainted with and immensely proud of her, when the door opened with a snap, closed with a bang, and, issuing from outer darkness, re-entered Mars.
Now, when Mars re-entered, he did so pretty much as I have seen his brother b.u.t.ton-wearers march into their company quarters on inspection morning, with an air of determined ferocity and unsparing criticism; but when Mars caught sight of me, snugly ensconced beside the only belle on the train, the air suddenly gave place to an expression of astonishment.
He dropped a gauntlet; picked it up; turned red; and then, with sudden resumption of lordly indifference, plumped himself down into his seat in as successful an attempt at expressing "Who cares?" without saying it, as I ever beheld.
Chancing to look at Miss Kitty, I immediately discovered that a little cloud had settled upon her fair brow, and detected the nose on another rise, so said I,--
"What"s the matter? Our martial friend seems to have fallen under the ban of your displeasure," and then was compelled to smile at the vindictiveness of the reply:
"_He!_ he has indeed! Why, he had the impertinence to speak to me before you came in; asked me if I was not the Miss Carrington expected at Judge Summers"s; actually offered to escort me there, as the colonel had failed to meet me!"
"Indeed! Then I suppose I, too, am horribly at fault," said I, laughing, "for I"ve done pretty much the same thing?"
"Nonsense!" said Miss Kit. "Can"t you understand? He"s a Yankee,--a Yankee officer! You don"t suppose I"d allow myself, a Southern girl whose home was burnt by Yankees and whose only brother fought all through the war against them,--you don"t suppose I"d allow myself to accept any civility from a Yankee, do you?" and the bright eyes shot a vengeful glance at the dawdling form in front, and a terrific pout straightway settled upon her lips.
Amused, yet unwilling to offend, I merely smiled and said that it had not occurred to me; but immediately asked her how long before my entrance this had happened.
"Oh, about half an hour; he never made more than one attempt."
"What answer did you give him?"