Now, thought I, is the time to have a few words about Bella Grayson. It was just about time to look for the coming of her reply to my diplomatic letter, and very positively did I want to know just how matters stood between her and my cavalryman. Meddling old Polonius that I was, it seemed to me perfectly right and natural that Mars should reciprocate my warm interest in him, that he should want to tell me about Bella, and that the fact of my relationship to her should give me an added l.u.s.tre in his eyes. This last, perhaps, was realized. He was more inclined to be very courteous and semi-confidential in his tone, yet he was not at ease.
It was at the tip of my tongue to make some genial, off-hand, matter-of-fact inquiry, such as "Heard from Bella, lately?" by way of putting him entirely out of all embarra.s.sment, when, fortunately, the orderly entered, saying a gentleman asked to speak a moment with Mr.
Brandon. Going out in some surprise to the landing, Mr. Brandon there encountered one of the detectives whom he had recently learned to know.
"Can you come down to the office, sir? We have one of your birds, if not both," was the extent of his communication. And dropping Amory; forgetting Bella; I went.
CHAPTER XVI.
An hour later, both Harrod Summers and myself were curiously inspecting a pair of inebriated bipeds at the police station. Both were stolidly drunk, and were plunged in the heavy sleep that resulted from their excessive potations. One, the younger, was a tolerably well-dressed youth not absolutely unlike Peyton; but all the same a total stranger.
Neither of us had ever seen him before. But his companion--was Hank Smith.
The two had been guilty of some drunken turbulence in a down-town saloon, said one of the police-officers, and had attracted the attention of the "force." In the course of a wordy altercation between them a detective had dropped in, and, after a few moments" apparently indifferent lounging and listening, had suddenly gone in search of a comrade, meantime bidding the officer keep his eye on them. They were still drinking and squabbling when the detective returned. Smith was demanding payment of money which the other protested he had never received, and it was not long before the lie was given and a scuffle ensued. This was sufficient to enable the officers to arrest them as drunk and disorderly, and then to notify us. That Peyton was in some way connected with the sudden appearance of Hank Smith in the Crescent City neither of us could doubt for a minute, as Peyton"s name, with many blasphemous qualifications, had been frequently mentioned in their altercation. It would be some hours before they could be in condition to account for themselves and their motives; meantime the colonel and I were devoured with impatience and curiosity. The police supposed that they had the big ruffian of our night adventure in the person of Smith, but he was not the man. His presence only added to the mystery. For several weeks after his trial at Jackson he had disappeared from our view and we had heard nothing of his movements. Now, what could have brought him here, and what connection had his wanderings with Peyton"s?
I vainly puzzled over this problem while studying the flushed and sodden features of this arch-reprobate. Harrod went down home again to tell Vinton of the important capture. I had to go to the office at noon, but late in the day we were again at the station, and now, still bewildered and surly, but somewhat freshened by liberal applications of cold water from the pump, the ex-leader of the Tishomingo Ku-Klux was sitting up and chewing the cud of melancholy retrospect in place of the accustomed solace of "navy plug." Very ugly and ill at ease looked Hank as the colonel quietly accosted him. He knew us both at once and seemed not at all surprised at our presence.
Our only object in intruding upon his valuable time and his placid meditations being to find out what had become of Peyton, the question arose beforehand, who should question him? Supposing that he would be disposed to conceal everything he might know, we had been planning what course to pursue; but his first remark put an end to our uncertainty.
"I"m as well as a man can be who"s just over a drunk and can"t get a c.o.c.ktail," he growled. "Have you come to pay me that money for Cap.
Peyton?" And his bloodshot eyes gleamed fiercely up at Harrod"s calm features.
"How much do you claim, Smith?" was the evasive query.
"He knows d--d well. It"s a round five hundred dollars, and I"ll foller him to Mexico but that I"ll get it out of him, if you don"t pay it."
"Why did you not make him pay you yesterday?"
"Yesterday?" said Hank, starting to his feet. "He ain"t got back, has he? If he"s lied to me again, I"ll----Say, _is_ he back?" he asked, eagerly.
"I have not seen him yet," answered Harrod, "and I do not wish to see him. I want you to warn him never to show his face among us again. Now, supposing you are released to-night, how soon can you find him?"
"_Find_ him? The young whelp! He"s tricked me. He"s gone to Mexico, d--n him! I came here two days ago to meet him as agreed. He was to pay me the money then, and said you was here to get it for him; and then, when I got here, he left word that he was in a sc.r.a.pe, and had to light out for Texas right away, and never said another word about the money, except that I might apply to him there for it ("him there" being the bedraggled-looking youth sitting up now on his wooden bench and staring stupidly about him), and--and this is what came of it, by G.o.d! The money"s mine, colonel, and I earned it fairly that last sc.r.a.pe he was in. He swore he"d pay me if we"d help him out. They"d have jailed him sure at Holly Springs if we hadn"t stood by him. It took some of the hardest swearing you ever listened to to turn that marshal off his track." And Hank"s face was woe-begone as this touching reminiscence occurred to him.
"And that was the service your people rendered him, was it? You could have rendered his people a much better one by telling the truth and "jailing him," as you say. What had he been doing to set the marshal on his track?"
Hank looked suspiciously at me a moment. He was apparently ready to make a clean breast of matters to Harrod, but I was one of a cla.s.s he regarded with distrust. Seeing this, Harrod glanced significantly at me, and I withdrew, leaving them to work out their own conclusions.
Strolling up to headquarters and thence over to Amory"s, I found him sleeping quietly and Parker reading the newspapers at his bedside. An enlivening conversation was not to be looked for in that quarter therefore, and on my speaking to Parker about a room for Mrs. Amory, who was to arrive on the following day, he replied that he had already secured one close at hand. This again left me with nothing especial to do, and in my loneliness and lack of occupation I went down to Royal Street, and came luckily upon a cheerful gathering at Newhall"s, as we had learned to speak of the house wherein our Sandbrook party were quartered.
It was a still, balmy evening, and Vinton"s sofa had been trundled into the sitting-room. He lay there looking rather gaunt and white, but unutterably happy, for in a low chair by his side Miss Summers was seated, and she had evidently been reading aloud before my entrance, for a little blue-and-gold volume of Tennyson lay in her lap. Harrod and Kitty were seated at the centre-table near them, and rose to greet me as I entered, but the moment she had given me her little hand, with a rather embarra.s.sed greeting, and I went forward to Vinton"s sofa, Miss Kitty dropped back to the dim light of a distant corner. I had barely time to congratulate the major on his convalescence when he inquired eagerly for Amory.
"I have just come from him," I answered. "He was sleeping quietly, and Mr. Parker was there with him. He will be all right now in a day or two.
Mrs. Amory will be here to-morrow, as you doubtless know, and Parker has taken a room for her at Madame R----"s, close to headquarters."
For some moments we four sat there talking quietly about her coming and its probable benefit to Amory"s health, which certainly had been suffering of late. Kitty still sat in her corner, apparently occupied with a magazine, though it was too dark to read at that distance from the lamp. Vinton, of course, was eager to hear all the particulars of the recent excitements, however, and after a few moments he asked to be fully informed.
"Yes, Brandon, tell him the whole thing. Do not spare Peyton. Do not imagine that it will shock Pauline, for I have told her all about it.
Indeed, I may as well take the lead," said Harrod, "and give you briefly what Smith confessed to me to-day. It was Peyton who planned and led that ambuscade on Amory"s command. He ordered his party to try and pick off Amory himself, and but for the darkness they probably would have killed him. The fellow is a scoundrel throughout, and I"m almost sorry he has escaped now. Smith says he has undoubtedly gone to Mexico, and most of the money with him. Now, Brandon, tell us your story."
There was a rustle of skirts at the other end of the room. Pauline glanced wistfully over to Kitty"s corner, and I could not help looking thither myself. Without a word the little lady had risen and left the room.
Pauline rose hurriedly. "I must go to Kitty," she said. "She has been very much distressed about all this trouble of late, and she will worry herself to death." With that she, too, was gone; and Mr. Brandon, bereft of his feminine audience, told his story with far less interest and enjoyment than he would otherwise have felt. Vinton was deeply interested, however, and greatly concerned over Amory"s adventure. It was some time before Miss Summers" return, and then she brought Kitty"s excuses. The latter had been persuaded finally to go to bed, for she was shocked inexpressibly at hearing that Peyton had really had the hardihood to carry out the threat of that memorable day at Sandbrook.
"And more than that, she is convinced that Peyton has been striving to harm Mr. Amory here in New Orleans, and I _had_ to promise that she should know the whole truth. Is it so, Mr. Brandon?"
And once more Mr. Brandon had the gratification of relating that episode, and before another day poor Kitty was in possession of all the facts.
And yet when I met her the following afternoon her eyes were bright; her color heightened; her manner animated and almost gay. "So glad uncle was coming," was her explanation, and yet--she did not care to go to the station with Harrod, Pauline, and myself to meet uncle. This struck me as strange, and I ventured to urge her to accompany us.
"Oh, no! the carriage only holds four," was her reply.
"But you will make the fourth, and you know I"m not coming back. I"m going to drive Mrs. Amory up to see her boy at once. He"s sitting up in state ready to welcome her, and we had some difficulty in persuading him that he must not attempt to leave the house. You see there is abundant room, little lady, so why not come?"
"Thanks, I think not; I"m not ready to drive," was her confused answer; and yet I saw that she had been out. Her hat and gloves lay there upon the table. Her costume was perfect--and so was her determination.
The carriage came and we drove off, leaving her smiling and kissing her hand gayly from the balcony above our heads. Pauline glanced back lovingly at her as we turned the corner.
"Isn"t she exquisite?" she said to Harrod, whose eyes, too, were fixed upon the fairy-like little figure until "twas hidden from our sight.
"Yes, and utterly incomprehensible. Last night she was in the depths of misery when she heard about Peyton"s connection with that rascally business last December. Long after the rest of us had gone to bed, Pauline went in and told her the whole story of your night adventure and Peyton"s further rascality, and, by Jove! it acted like a counter-irritant. She has been in a whirl of spirits all morning; but, Paulie, she should not rush out on the streets by herself. She was out nearly half an hour awhile ago."
"Not out of sight, Harrod. I had her in view from the balcony."
"What on earth could she find to do down on Royal Street for nearly half an hour without going out of sight?"
Pauline smiled demurely. "Merely making some purchases at the corner, I fancy."
"At the corner? Why, it"s a cigar store."
"I did not say _in_ the corner, _M. le colonel_. Kitty is fond of oranges."
"Then it took half an hour to buy half a dozen oranges of that old Dago at the fruit-stand, did it? Still, that does not account for her blithe spirits. One would think that having sent one adorer away heart-broken; and another having vanished in disgrace (though that _was_ but a boy and girl affair), and a third laid up as the result of the second"s rascality; a girl might be expected to suffer some pangs of remorse. I declare I believe some women have no more conscience than kittens, and our Kitty is one of them," said Harrod, half wrathfully.
A moment"s silence, then,--
"Well, _why_ should she not want to come and meet the judge?" I asked, with blundering persistency.
"And _why_ should she be bright as a b.u.t.ton this afternoon?" demanded Harrod.
Pauline smiled with conscious superiority. "I can understand it readily, and am really surprised that you two profound thinkers should be so utterly in the dark. I"m not going to betray her, however; you ought to be able to see through it yourselves." And that silenced me completely.
I record it with absolute humility that not until days afterwards was it made clear to me that when Pauline told Kitty the story of Amory"s night-ride, the latter was able to account for the first time for his extraordinary conduct at Moreau"s and the theatre; more than that, the child then knew what it was that had brought him in the dead of night to take one look at her window before going out to meet Peyton. As for her refusal to go to the depot, she simply felt unable to meet in that way Frank Amory"s mother.
The train came in on time. Harrod sprang aboard, and in another moment emerged from the Pullman escorting his gray-haired father, and with them appeared the pale, placid face I had so admired in the picture at Amory"s tent. Dressed in black, though not in deep mourning, the gentle lady stepped from the car, and Miss Summers, who had extended her right hand, gave one swift glance in the peaceful eyes, then suddenly, impulsively, threw forward both; and Harrod and I had abundant time to welcome the judge before either lady had a word for us. When I turned again to look at them Mrs. Amory and Pauline were still standing hand in hand, and the latter"s lovely face, flushed with happiness, and with eyes that glistened through the starting tears, was hardly more beautiful than the sweet, sorrow-worn features of her who had found "that peace which the world cannot give," and in the sanct.i.ty of her bereaved life had learned the lesson of resignation,--the blessed hope of a blessed future. We would not interrupt them as they stood gazing into each other"s eyes--the mother and her boy"s devoted friend. It seemed best that from Pauline she should hear of Frank"s improvement; of his captain"s convalescence; and that the bonds of sympathy that drew them in such close alliance should there be riveted without my customary interference; but neither lady was forgetful of us, and turning to me, Mrs. Amory, in that soft, sweet voice men love to hear,--all the more winning for its Southern accent,--asked,--
"And is not this Mr. Brandon, my boy"s friend?" And then Mr. Brandon had the happiness of clasping her hand, and presently of leading her to her carriage. She was impatient to get to her son, and it was soon arranged that Pauline should drive up to see her later in the evening, and then we separated. Ten minutes more and the orderly opened the door, and, obedient to my beckoning finger, stepped out as the lady was ushered in.
We only heard the glad ring in Frank"s brave young voice; one cry of "Mother!" and then we closed the door and left them together.
An hour afterwards, Mr. Parker and I walked over from headquarters to pay our respects to Mrs. Amory and escort her to her lodgings, where hospitable Madame R---- was waiting to welcome her and refresh her with tea. We found the doctor there in blithe chat with his patient and that now happy mother. Very sweet and gentle was her greeting for us. She seemed to know just what to say to each and every one, and charmed Parker at once, as she had me, by her lovely manner and voice. Almost the first question was, "Can we not move Frank over with me?"