The Wetmores fancied they were now on the track of their child. He was traced down to a period within a twelvemonth of that of the search, and was probably to be found in England, still wearing the livery of the king.
After a long consultation between the disconsolate parents, it was determined that George Wetmore should sail for England in the hope of recovering their son. But, by this time, money was scarce. These worthy people were enabled to live in comfort on their little farm, but they were not rich in cash. All the loose coin was gone in the previous search, and even a small debt had been contracted to enable them to proceed as far as they had. No alternative remained but to mortgage their home. This was done with great reluctance; but what will not a parent do for his child? A country lawyer, of the name of Van Ta.s.sel, was ready enough to advance five hundred on a place that was worth quite three thousand dollars. This man was one of the odious cla.s.s of country usurers, a set of cormorants that is so much worse than their town counterparts, because their victims are usually objects of real, and not speculative distress, and as ignorant and unpractised as they are necessitous. It is wonderful with what far-sighted patience one of these wretches will bide his time, in order to effect a favourite acquisition. Mrs. Wetmore"s little farm was very desirable to this "Squire Van Ta.s.sel, for reasons in addition to its intrinsic value; and for years nothing could be kinder and more neighbourly than his indulgence. Interest was allowed to acc.u.mulate, until the whole debt amounted to the sum of a thousand dollars. In the mean time the father went to England, found the soldier after much trouble and expense, ascertained that Stone knew his parents, one of whom had died in the alms-house, and spent all his money.
Years of debt and anxiety succeeded, until the father sunk under his misfortunes. An only daughter also died, leaving Kitty a legacy to her widowed mother, the other parent having died even before her birth. Thus was Katharine Van Duzer, our old hostess, left to struggle on nearly alone, at the decline of life, with a poverty that was daily increasing, years, and this infant grand-daughter. Just before his death, however, George Wetmore had succeeded in selling a portion of his farm, that which was least valuable to himself, and with the money he paid off Van Ta.s.sel"s mortgage. This was his own account of the matter, and he showed to his wife Van Ta.s.sel"s receipt, the money having been paid at the county town, where the bond and mortgage could not be then produced. This was shortly before Wetmore"s last illness. A twelvemonth after his death, the widow was advised to demand the bond, and to take the mortgage off record. But the receipt was not to be found. With a woman"s ignorance of such matters, the widow let this fact leak out; and her subsequent demand for the release was met with a counter one for evidence of payment. This was the commencement of Van Ta.s.sel"s hostile att.i.tude; and things had gone as far as a foreclosure, and an advertis.e.m.e.nt for a sale, when the good woman thus opportunely discovered her son!
Chapter III.
I charge you by the law, Whereof you are a well-deserving pillar, Proceed to judgment: by my soul I swear There is no power in the tongue of man To alter me: I stay here on my bond.
Shylock.
It is not easy to describe the immediate effect of this discovery on either of the parties most concerned. Not a doubt remained on the mind of either, after the facts were explained, of the reality of the relationship; for that was so simply proved, as to place the circ.u.mstance beyond all dispute. Mrs. Wetmore thought of her lost son as of an innocent smiling babe; and here she found him a red-faced, hard-featured, weather-beaten tar, already verging towards age, and a man of manners that were rough, if not rude. She could not at first possess any knowledge of the better points in his character, and was compelled to receive this boon from Providence as it was offered. Nevertheless, a mother"s love is not easily dissatisfied, or smothered; and, ere I left the house, I could see the old woman"s eyes fixed on Marble with an expression of interest and tenderness they had not manifested previously to the revelations.
As for the mate himself, now that the fondest wish of his life was so unexpectedly gratified, he was taken so much by surprise that he appeared to think something was wanting. He found his mother the reputable widow of a reputable man, of a cla.s.s in life quite equal to his own, living on a property that was small, certainly, and involved, but property that had been long in her family. The truth was, Marble felt so much at this unlooked-for appeal to his gentler feelings, that one of his stern nature did not know how to answer it on the emergency; and the obstinacy of his temperament rather induced him to resist, than to yield to such unwonted sentiments, I could see he was satisfied with his mother, while he was scarcely satisfied with himself; and, with a view to place both parties in truer positions, I desired Moses to walk down and look at the boat, while I remained alone with his new-found parent. This was not done, however, until all the explanations had been made, and the mother had both blessed and wept over her child. It was done, indeed, princ.i.p.ally to relieve Marble from the oppression of feeling created by this very scene.
As soon as alone with Mrs. Wetmore, I explained to her my own connection with Marble, and gave her a sort of apologetic account of his life and character, keeping down the weak points, and dwelling on the strong. I set her mind at ease, at once, on the subject of the farm; for, should the worst happen, her son had double the amount of money that would be necessary to discharge the mortgage.
"The debt was incurred, my dear Mrs. Wetmore, in his behalf; and he will be happy to discharge it on the spot. I would advise you to pay the money at once. Should the receipt ever be found, this Van Ta.s.sel will be obliged to refund; for, though the law winks at many wrongs, it will not wink at one so atrocious as this, provided you can satisfy it with proof. I shall leave Moses----"
"His name is Oloff, or Oliver," interrupted the old woman easerly "I named him after my own father, and had him duly christened, before he was entrusted to the nurse, in the hope it might soften his grandfather"s heart, when he came to know of my marriage. Oloff Van Duzer Wetmore is his real name."
I smiled to think of Marble"s sailing under such an appellation, and was about to suggest a compromise, when the subject of our discourse returned.
The mate had regained his composure during the half-hour he had been absent; and I saw by the kind glance he threw on his mother, whose look answered his own more naturally than I could have hoped, that things were getting right; and, by way of removing the awkwardness of excessive sensibility, I pursued the discourse.
"We were talking of your true name, Moses, as you came in," I said. "It will never do for you to hail by one name, while your mother hails by another. You"ll have to cut adrift from Moses Marble altogether."
"If I do, may I be----"
"Hush, hush--you forget where you are, and in whose presence you stand."
"I hope my son will soon learn that he is always in the presence of his G.o.d," observed the mother, plaintively.
"Ay, ay--that"s all right, mother, and you shall do with me just what you please in any of them matters; but as for not being Moses Marble, you might as well ask me not to be myself. I should be another man, to change my name. A fellow might as well go without clothes, as go without a name; and mine came so hard, I don"t like to part with it. No, no--had it come to pa.s.s, now, that my parents had been a king and a queen, and that I was to succeed "em on the throne, I should reign as King Moses Marble, or not reign at all."
"You"ll think better of this, and take out a new register under your lawful designation."
"I"ll tell you what I"ll do, mother, and that will satisfy all parties.
I"ll bend on the old name to the new one, and sail under both."
"I care not how you are called, my son, so long as no one has need to blush for the name you bear. This gentleman tells me you are an honest and true-hearted man; and those are blessings for which I shall never cease to thank G.o.d."
"Miles has been singing my praises, has he! I can tell you, mother, you had need look out for Miles"s tongue Natur" intended him for a lawyer, and it"s mere accident his being a sailor, though a capital one he is. But what may be my name, according to law?"
"Oloff Van Duser Wetmore Moses Marble, according to your own expedient of sailing under all your t.i.tles. You can ring the changes, however, and call yourself Moses Oloff Marble Van Duser Wetmore, if you like that better."
Moses laughed, and as I saw that both he and his new-found mother were in a fit state to be left together, and that the sun now wanted but an hour or two of setting, I rose to take my leave.
"You will remain with your mother to-night, Marble," I observed. "I will keep the sloop at an anchor until I can see you in the morning, when we will settle the future a little more deliberately."
"I should not like to lose my son so soon after finding him," the old woman anxiously remarked.
"No fear of me, mother--I berth under your roof to-night, and so many more in the bargain, that you"ll be glad enough to be rid of me in the end."
I then left the house, followed by Marble, towards the boat. As we reached the little piece of bottom-land, I heard a sort of suppressed sob from the mate, and, turning round, was surprised to see the tears running down his sun-burned cheeks. His wrought-up feelings had at last obtained the mastery; and this rude, but honest creature, had fairly given in, under the excitement of this strange admixture of joy, wonder, shame, and natural emotion. I took his hand, gave it a hearty squeeze, but said nothing; though I stopped, unwilling to go nearer to Neb until my companion had regained his composure. This he did, sufficiently to speak, in the course of a minute or two.
"It"s all like a dream-to me, Miles," Moses at length muttered--"more out of natur" like, than setting up for a hermit."
"You"ll soon get accustomed to the change, Marble; then everything will seem in the ordinary way, and natural."
"To think of my being a son, and having a real, living mother!"
"You must have known that you had parents once, though you are fortunate in finding one of them alive at your time of life."
"And she an honest woman! A mother the President of the United States, or the first commodore in the navy, needn"t be ashamed of!"
"All that is fortunate, certainly; especially the first."
"She"s a b.l.o.o.d.y good-looking old woman in the bargain. I"ll have her dressed up and carry her down to town, the first opportunity."
"What would you give an old woman that trouble for? You"ll think better of these matters, in the long run."
"Better! Yes, I"ll take her to Philadelphia, and perhaps to Baltimore.
There"s the gardens, and the theatres, and the museums, and lots of things that I dare say the dear old soul never laid eyes on."
"I"m mistaken in your mother, if she would not prefer a church to all of them put together."
"Well, there"s churches in all of them towns. Put it on a religious footing, if you will, and I ought to take my mother as soon as possible down to York. She"s old, you see, and cannot live for ever, just to oblige me; and here has she been tied down to one church all her days, giving her no ch"ice nor opportunity. I dare say, now, variety is just as agreeable in religion, as in anything else."
"You are nearer right there, Moses, than you think yourself, possibly. But we can talk of all these things to-morrow. A good night"s rest will give us cooler heads in the morning."
"I shall not sleep a wink for thinking of it. No, no--I"ll make the old lady pack up before breakfast, and we"ll sail in the sloop. I"ll take her aboard the Dawn with me in town, and a comfortable time we"ll have of it in her cabins. She has as good state-rooms as a yacht."
There were no liners in those days; but a ship with two cabins was a miracle of convenience.
"Your mother will hardly suit a ship, Moses; and a ship will hardly suit your mother."
"How can any of us know that till we try? If I"m a chip of the old block, they"ll take to each other like rum and water. If I"m to go out in the ship, I"m far from certain I"ll not take the old woman to sea with me."
"You"ll probably remain at home, now that you _have_ a home, and a mother, and other duties to attend to. I and my concerns will be but secondary objects with you hereafter, Mr. Wetmore."
"Wetmore be d----d! D"ye mean, Miles, that I"m to give up my calling, give up the sea, give up _you_?"
"You wished to be a hermit once, and found it a little too solitary; had you a companion or two, you would have been satisfied, you said. Well, here is everything you can wish; a mother, a niece, a house, a farm, barns, out-houses, garden and orchard; and, seated on that porch, you can smoke segars, take your grog, look at the craft going up and down the Hudson----"
"Nothing but so many b.l.o.o.d.y sloops," growled the mate. "Such in-and-in fore-and-afters that their booms won"t stay guyed-out, even after you"ve been at the pains to use a hawser."