"Yer"d better, Jackson," said Nichol, giving him a wink. "A doctor kin give yer high ole jinks ef ye"re not keerful."
Martine now obeyed the instinct often so powerful in the human breast as well as in dumb animals, and sought the covert, the refuge of his home, caring little whether he was to live or die. When he saw the lighted windows of Mr. Kemble"s residence, he moaned as if in physical pain. A sudden and immeasurable longing to see, to speak with Helen once before she was again irrevocably committed to Nichol, possessed him. He even went to her gate to carry out his impulse, then curbed himself and returned resolutely to his dwelling. As soon as his step was on the porch, the door opened and Mr. Kemble gave him the warm grasp of friendship. Without a word, the two men entered the sitting-room, sat down by the ruddy fire, and looked at each other, Martine with intense, questioning anxiety in his haggard face. The banker nodded gravely as he said, "Yes, she knows."
"It"s as I said it would be?" Martine added huskily, after a moment or two.
"Well, my friend, she said you would understand her better than any one else. She wrote you this note."
Martine"s hands so trembled that he could scarcely break the seal. He sat looking at the tear-blurred words some little time, and grew evidently calmer, then faltered, "Yes, it"s well to remember G.o.d at such a time. He has laid heavy burdens upon me. He is responsible for them, not I. If I break, He also will be responsible."
"Hobart," said Mr. Kemble, earnestly, "you must not break under this, for our sake as well as your own. I have the presentiment that we shall all need you yet, my poor girl perhaps most of all. She doesn"t, she can"t realize it. Now, the dead is alive again. Old girlish impulses and feelings are a.s.serting themselves. As is natural, she is deeply excited; but this tidal wave of feeling will pa.s.s, and then she will have to face both the past and future. I know her well enough to be sure she could never be happy if this thing wrecked you. And then, Hobart," and the old man sank his voice to a whisper, "suppose--suppose Nichol continues the same."
"He cannot," cried Martine, almost desperately. "Oh, Mr. Kemble, don"t suggest any hope for me. My heart tells me there is none, that there should not be any. No, she loved him as I have loved her from childhood. She is right. I do understand her so well that I know what the future will be."
"Well," said Mr. Kemble, firmly, as he rose, "she shall never marry him as he is, with my consent. I don"t feel your confidence about Helen"s power to restore him. I tell you, Hobart, I"m in sore straits. Helen is the apple of my eye. She is the treasure of our old age. G.o.d knows I remember what you have done for her and for us in the past; and I feel that we shall need you in the future. You"ve become like a son to mother and me, and you must stand by us still. Our need will keep you up and rally you better than all Dr. Barnes" medicine. I know you well enough to know that. But take the medicine all the same; and above all things, don"t give way to anything like recklessness and despair. As you say, G.o.d has imposed the burden. Let him give you the strength to bear it, and other people"s burdens too, as you have in the past. I must go now. Don"t fail me."
Wise old Mr. Kemble had indeed proved the better physician. His misgivings, fears, and needs, combined with his honest affection, had checked the cold, bitter flood of despair which had been overwhelming Martine. The morbid impression that he would be only another complication, and of necessity an embarra.s.sment to Helen and her family, was in a measure removed. Mere words of general condolence would not have helped him; an appeal like that to the exhausted soldier, and the thought that the battle for him was not yet over, stirred the deep springs of his nature and slowly kindled the purpose to rally and be ready. He rose, ate a little of the food, drank the wine, then looked around the beautiful apartment prepared for her who was to have been his wife, "I have grown weak and reckless," he said.
"I ought to have known her well enough--I do know her so well--as to be sure that I would cloud her happiness if this thing destroyed me."
CHAPTER XII
"YOU MUST REMEMBER"
Mr. And Mrs. Nichol wonderingly yet promptly complied with the request for their presence, meantime casting about in their minds as to the ident.i.ty of the relative who had summoned them so unexpected. Mr.
Kemble arrived at the hotel at about the same moment as they did, and Jackson was instructed to keep the carriage in waiting. "It was I who sent for you and your wife," said the banker. "Mr. Martine, if possible, would have given you cause for a great joy only; but I fear it must be tempered with an anxiety which I trust will not be long continued;" and he led the way into the parlor.
"Is it--can it be about Albert?" asked Mrs. Nichols trembling, and sinking into a chair.
"Yes, Mrs. Nichol. Try to keep your fort.i.tude, for perhaps his welfare depends upon it."
"Oh, G.o.d be praised! The hope of this never wholly left me, because they didn"t find his body."
Dr. Barnes came down at once, and with Mr. Kemble tried to soothe the strong emotions of the parents, while at the same time enlightening them as to their son"s discovery and condition.
"Well," said Mr. Nichol, in strong emphasis; "Hobart Martine is one of a million."
"I think he ought to have brought Albert right to me first," Mrs.
Nichol added, shaking her head and wiping her eyes. "After all, a mother"s claim--"
"My dear Mrs. Nichol," interrupted Dr. Barnes, "there was no thought of undervaluing your claim on the part of our friend Hobart. He has taken what he believed, and what physicians led him to believe, was the best course to restore your son. Besides, Mr. Martine is a very sick man.
Even now he needs my attention more than Captain Nichol. You must realize that he was to have married Miss Kemble to-day; yet he brings back your son, sends for Mr. Kemble in order that his daughter, as soon as she can realize the strange truth, may exert her power. He himself has not seen the girl who was to have been his bride."
"Wife, wife," said Mr. Nichol, brokingly, "no mortal man could do more for us than Hobart Martine, G.o.d bless him!"
"Mrs. Nichol," began Mr. Kemble, "my wife and Helen both unite in the request that you and your husband bring your son at once to our house; perhaps you would rather meet him in the privacy--"
"Oh, no, no!" she cried, "I cannot wait. Please do not think I am insensible to all this well-meant kindness; but a mother"s heart cannot wait. He"ll know ME--me who bore him and carried him on my breast."
"Mrs. Nichol, you shall see him at once," said the doctor. "I hope it will be as you say; but I"m compelled to tell you that you may be disappointed. There"s no certainty that this trouble will pa.s.s away at once under any one"s influence. You and your husband come with me. Mr.
Kemble, I will send Jackson down, and so secure the privacy which you would kindly provide. I will be present, for I may be needed."
He led the way, the mother following with the impetuosity and abandon of maternal love, and the father with stronger and stranger emotions than he had ever known, but restrained in a manner natural to a quiet, reticent man. They were about to greet one on whom they had once centred their chief hopes and affection, yet long mourned as dead. It is hard to imagine the wild tumult of their feelings. Not merely by words, but chiefly by impulse, immediate action, could they reveal how profoundly they were moved.
With kindly intention, as he opened the door of the apartment, the doctor began, "Mr. Jackson, please leave us a few--"
Mrs. Nichol saw her son and rushed upon him, crying, "Albert, Albert!"
It was enough at that moment that she recognized him; and the thought that he would not recognize her was banished. With an intuition of heart beyond all reasoning, she felt that he who had drawn his life from her must know her and respond to nature"s first strong tie.
In surprise, Nichol had risen, then was embarra.s.sed to find an elderly woman sobbing on his breast and addressing him in broken, endearing words by a name utterly unfamiliar. He looked wonderingly at his father, who stood near, trembling and regarding him through tear-dimmed eyes with an affectionate interest, impressive even to his limited perceptions.
"Doctor," he began over his mother"s head, "what in thunder does all this here mean? Me "n" Jackson was chinnin" comf"t"bly, when sud"n you uns let loose on me two crazy old parties I never seed ner yeared on.
Never had folks go on so "bout me befo". Beats even that Hob"t Ma"tine," and he showed signs of rising irritation.
"Albert, Albert!" almost shrieked Mrs. Nichol, "don"t you know me--ME, your own mother?"
"Naw."
At the half-indignant, incredulous tone, yet more than all at the strange accent and form of this negative, the poor woman was almost beside herself. "Merciful G.o.d!" she cried, "this cannot be;" and she sank into a chair, sobbing almost hysterically.
For reasons of his own, Dr. Barnes did not interfere. Nature in powerful manifestations was actuating the parents; and he decided, now that things had gone so far, to let the entire energy of uncurbed emotion, combined with all the mysterious affinity of the closest kinship, exert its influence on the clogged brain of his patient.
For a few moments Mrs. Nichol was too greatly overcome to comprehend anything clearly; her husband, on the other hand, was simply wrought up to his highest capacity for action. His old instinct of authority returned, and he seized his son"s hand and began, "Now, see here, Albert, you were wounded in your head--"
"Yes, right yere," interrupted Nichol, pointing to his scar. "I knows all "bout that, but I don"t like these goin"s on, ez ef I wuz a nachel-bawn fool, en had ter bleve all folks sez. I"ve been taken in too often. When I wuz with the Johnnies they"d say ter me, "Yankee Blank, see that ar critter? That"s a elephant." When I"d call it a elephant, they"d larf an" larf till I flattened out one feller"s nose.
I dunno nothin" "bout elephants; but the critter they pinted at wuz a cow. Then one day they set me ter scrubbin" a n.i.g.g.e.r to mek "im white, en all sech doin"s, till the head-doctor stopped the hull blamed nonsense. S"pose I be a cur"ous chap. I ain"t a nachel-bawn ijit. When folks begin ter go on, en do en say things I kyant see through, then I stands off en sez, "Lemme "lone." The hospital doctors wouldn"t "low any foolin" with me "t all."
"I"m not allowing any fooling with you," said Dr. Barnes, firmly. "I wish you to listen to that man and woman, and believe all they say. The hospital doctors would give you the same orders."
"All right, then," a.s.sented Nichol, with a sort of grimace of resignation. "Fire away, old man, an" git through with yer yarn so Jackson kin come back. I wish this woman wouldn"t take on so. Hit makes me orful oncomf"t"ble, doggoned ef hit don"t."
The rapid and peculiar utterance, the seemingly unfeeling words of his son, stung the father into an ecstasy of grief akin to anger. A man stood before him, as clearly recognized as his own image in a mirror.
The captain was not out of his mind in any familiar sense of the word; he remembered distinctly what had happened for months past. He must recall, he must be MADE to recollect the vital truths of his life on which not only his happiness but that of others depended. Although totally ignorant of what the wisest can explain but vaguely, Mr. Nichol was bent on restoring his son by the sheer force of will, making him remember by telling him what he should and must recall. This he tried to do with strong, eager insistence. "Why, Albert," he urged, "I"m your father; and that"s your mother."
Nichol shook his head and looked at the doctor, who added gravely, "That"s all true."
"Yes," resumed Mr. Nichol, with an energy and earnestness of utterance which compelled attention. "Now listen to reason. As I was saying, you were wounded in the head, and you have forgotten what happened before you were hurt. But you must remember, you must, indeed, or you will break your mother"s heart and mine, too."
"But I tell yer, I kyant reckerlect a thing befo" I kinder waked up in the hospital, en the Johnnies call me Yankee Blank. I jes" wish folks would lemme alone on that pint. Hit allus bothers me en makes me mad.
How kin I reckerlect when I kyant?" and he began to show signs of strong vexation.
Dr. Barnes was about to interfere when Mrs. Nichol, who had grown calmer, rose, took her son"s hand, and said brokenly: "Albert, look me in the face, your mother"s face, and try, TRY with all your heart and soul and mind. Don"t you remember ME?"
It was evident that her son did try. His brow wrinkled in the perplexed effort, and he looked at her fixedly for a moment or more; but no magnetic current from his mother"s hand, no suggestion of the dear features which had bent over him in childhood and turned toward him in love and pride through subsequent years found anything in his arrested consciousness answering to her appeal.
The effort and its failure only irritated him, and he broke out: "Now look yere, I be as I be. What"s the use of all these goin"s on? Doctor, if you sez these folks are my father and mother, so be it. I"m learning somethin" new all the time. This ain"t no mo" quar, I s"pose, than some other things. I"ve got to mind a doctor, for I"ve learned that much ef I hain"t nuthin" else, but I want you uns to know that I won"t stan" no mo" foolin". Doctors don"t fool me, en they"ve got the po"r ter mek a feller do ez they sez, but other folks is got ter be keerful how they uses me."