He was well known to the medical authorities and had no difficulty in securing belief that he had identified Nichol. He also promised that abundant additional proof should be sent on from Alton, such certainty being necessary to secure the officer"s back pay and proper discharge from the service. The surgeon then addressed the man so strangely disabled, "You know I"m in charge of this hospital?"
"I reckon," replied Nichol, anxiously, for the brief experience which he could recall had taught him that the authority of the surgeon-in-chief was autocratic.
"Well, first, you must give up the name of Yankee Blank. Your name hereafter is Captain Nichol."
"All right, Doctor. I"ll be a gin"ral ef you sez so."
"Very well; remember your name is Captain Nichol. Next, you must obey this man and go with him. You must do just what he says in all respects. His name is Mr. Hobart Martine."
"Yes, he tole me las" night, Hob"t Ma"tine. He took on mighty cur"ous after seein" me."
"Do you understand that you are to mind, to obey him in all respects just as you have obeyed me?"
"I reckon. Will he tek me to anuther hospital?"
"He will take you where you will be well cared for and treated kindly."
Having written Nichol"s discharge from the hospital, the surgeon turned to other duties.
Martine informed his cousin, as far as it was essential, of the discovery he had made and of the duties which it imposed, then took his leave. Nichol readily accompanied him, and with the exception of a tendency to irritation at little things, exhibited much of the good-natured docility of a child. Martine took him to a hotel, saw that he had a bath, put him in the hands of a barber, and then sent for a clothier. When dressed in clean linen and a dark civilian suit, the appearance of the man was greatly improved. Hobart had set his teeth, and would entertain no thought of compromise with his conscience. He would do by Nichol as he would wish to be done by if their relations were reversed. Helen should receive no greater shock than was inevitable, nor should Nichol lose the advantage of appearing before her in the outward aspect of a gentleman.
Martine then planned his departure so that he would arrive at Alton in the evening--the evening of the day on which he was to have been married. He felt that Mr. Kemble should see Nichol first and hear the strange story; also that the father must break the news to the daughter, for he could not. It was a terrible journey to the poor fellow, for during the long hours of inaction he was compelled to face the probable results of his discovery. The sight of Nichol and his manner was intolerable; and in addition, he was almost as much care as a child. Everything struck him as new and strange, and he was disposed to ask numberless questions. His vernacular, his alternations of amus.e.m.e.nt and irritation, and the oddity of his ignorance concerning things which should be simple or familiar to a grown man, attracted the attention of his fellow-pa.s.sengers. It was with difficulty that Martine, by his stern, sad face and a cold, repelling manner, kept curiosity from intruding at every point.
At last, with heart beating thickly, he saw the lights of Alton gleaming in the distance. It was a train not often used by the villagers, and fortunately no one had entered the car who knew him; even the conductor was a stranger. Alighting at the depot, he hastily took a carriage, and with his charge was driven to the private entrance of the hotel. Having given the hackman an extra dollar not to mention his arrival till morning, he took Nichol into the dimly-lighted and deserted parlor and sent for the well-known landlord. Mr. Jackson, a bustling little man, who, between the gossip of the place and his few guests, never seemed to have a moment"s quiet, soon entered. "Why, Mr.
Martine," he exclaimed, "we wasn"t a-lookin" for you yet. News got around somehow that your cousin was dyin" in Washington and that your weddin" was put off too--Why! you look like a ghost, even in this light," and he turned up the lamp.
Martine had told Nichol to stand by a window with his back to the door.
He now turned the key, pulled down the curtain, then drew his charge forward where the light fell clear upon his face, and asked, "Jackson, who is that?"
The landlord stared, his jaw fell from sheer astonishment, as he faltered, "Captain Nichol!"
"Yes," said Nichol, with a pleased grin, "that"s my new name! Jes" got it, like this new suit o" clo"s, bes" I ever had, doggoned ef they ain"t. My old name was Yankee Blank."
"Great Scott!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Jackson; "is he crazy?"
"Look yere," cried Nichol; "don" yer call me crazy or I"ll light on yer so yer won"t fergit it."
"There, there!" said Martine, soothingly, "Mr. Jackson doesn"t mean any harm. He"s only surprised to see you home again."
"Is this home? What"s home?"
"It"s the town where you were brought up. We"ll make you understand about it all before long. Now you shall have some supper. Mr. Jackson is a warm friend of yours, and will see that you have a good one."
"I reckon we"ll get on ef he gives me plenty o" fodder. Bring it toreckly, fer I"m hungry. Quit yer starin", kyant yer?" "Don"t you know me, Captain Nichol? Why, I--"
"Naw. Never seed ner yeared on yer. Did I ever nuss yer in a hospital?
I kyant reckerlect all on "em. Get we uns some supper."
"That"s the thing to do first, Jackson," added Martine, "Show us upstairs to a private room and wait on us yourself. Please say nothing of this till I give you permission."
They were soon established in a suitable apartment, in which a fire was kindled. Nichol took a rocking-chair and acquiesced in Martine"s going out on the pretext of hastening supper.
The landlord received explanations which enabled him to co-operate with Martine. "I could not," said the latter, "take him to his own home without first preparing his family. Neither could I take him to mine for several reasons."
"I can understand some of "em, Mr. Martine. Why, great Scott! How about your marriage, now that--"
"We won"t discuss that subject. The one thing for you to keep in mind is that Nichol lost his memory at the time of his wound. He don"t like to be stared at or thought strange. You must humor him much as you would a child. Perhaps the sight of familiar faces and scenes will restore him. Now copy this note in your handwriting and send it to Mr.
Kemble. Tell your messenger to be sure to put it into the banker"s hands and no other"s," and he tore from his note-book a leaf on which was pencilled the following words:
"MR. KEMBLE:
"DEAR SIR--A sick man at the hotel wishes to see you on important business. Don"t think it"s bad news about Mr. Martine, because it isn"t. Please come at once and oblige, HENRY JACKSON."
CHAPTER IX
SHADOWS OF COMING EVENTS
This first day of winter, her fatal wedding-day, was a sad and strange one to Helen Kemble. The sun was hidden by dark clouds, yet no snow fell on the frozen ground. She had wakened in the morning with a start, oppressed by a disagreeable yet forgotten dream. Hastily dressing, she consoled herself with the hope of a long letter from Martine, explaining everything and a.s.suring her of his welfare; but the early mail brought nothing. As the morning advanced, a telegram from Washington, purposely delayed, merely informed her that her affianced was well and that full information was on its way.
"He has evidently found his cousin very low, and needing constant care," she had sighingly remarked at dinner.
"Yes, Nellie," said the banker, cheerily, "but it is a comfort he is well. No doubt you are right about his cousin, and it has turned out as Hobart feared. In this case it is well he went, for he would always have reproached himself if he had not. The evening mail will probably make all clear."
"It has been so unfortunate!" complained Mrs. Kemble. "If it had only happened a little earlier, or a little later! To have all one"s preparations upset and one"s plans frustrated is exasperating. Were it not for that journey, Helen would have been married by this time.
People come ostensibly to express sympathy, but in reality to ask questions."
"I don"t care about people," said Helen, "but the day has been so different from what we expected that it"s hard not to yield to a presentiment of trouble. It is so dark and gloomy that we almost need a lamp at midday."
"Well, well," cried hearty Mr. Kemble, "I"m not going to cross any bridges till I come to them. That telegram from Hobart is all we need, to date. I look at things as I do at a bank-bill. If its face is all right, and the bill itself all right, that"s enough. You women-folks have such a lot of moods and tenses! Look at this matter sensibly.
Hobart was right in going. He"s doing his duty, and soon will be back with mind and conscience at rest. It isn"t as if he were ill himself."
"Yes, papa, that"s just the difference; we women feel, and you men reason. What you say, though, is a good wholesome antidote. I fear I"m a little morbid to-day."
After dinner she and her mother slipped over to the adjoining cottage, which had been made so pretty for her reception. While Mrs. Kemble busied herself here and there, Helen kindled a fire on the hearth of the sitting-room and sat down in the low chair which she knew was designed for her. The belief that she would occupy it daily and be at home, happy herself and, better far, making another, to whom she owed so much, happy beyond even his fondest hope, brought smiles to her face as she watched the flickering blaze.
"Yes," she murmured, "I can make him happier even than he dreams. I know him so well, his tastes, his habits, what he most enjoys, that it will be an easy task to antic.i.p.ate his wishes and enrich his life. Then he has been such a faithful, devoted friend! He shall learn that his example had not been lost on me."
At this moment the wind rose in such a long mournful, human-like sigh about the house that she started up and almost shuddered. When the evening mail came and brought no letter, she found it hard indeed not to yield to deep depression. In vain her father reasoned with her. "I know all you say sounds true to the ear," she said, "but not to my heart. I can"t help it; but I am oppressed with a nervous dread of some impending trouble."
They pa.s.sed the early hours of the evening as best they could, seeking to divert each other"s thoughts. It had been long since the kind old banker was so garrulous, and Helen resolved to reward him by keeping up. Indeed, she shrank from retiring, feeling that through the sleepless night she would be the prey of all sorts of wretched fancies.
Never once did her wildest thoughts suggest what had happened, or warn her of the tempest soon to rage in her breast.
Then came the late messenger with the landlord"s copied note. She s.n.a.t.c.hed it from the bearer"s hand before he could ring the bell, for her straining ears had heard his step even on the gravel walk.
Tremblingly she tore open, the envelope in the hall without looking at the address.