The Bronze Bell.
by Louis Joseph Vance.
CHAPTER I
DESTINY AND THE BABU
Breaking suddenly upon the steady drumming of the trucks, the prolonged and husky roar of a locomotive whistle saluted an immediate grade-crossing.
Roused by this sound from his solitary musings in the parlour-car of which he happened temporarily to be the sole occupant, Mr. David Amber put aside the magazine over which he had been dreaming, and looked out of the window, catching a glimpse of woodland road shining white between sombre walls of stunted pine. Lazily he consulted his watch.
"It"s not for nothing," he observed pensively, "that this railroad wears its reputation: we are consistently late."
His gaze, again diverted to the flying countryside, noted that it had changed character, pine yielding to scrub-oak and second-growth--the ragged vestments of an area some years since denuded by fire. This, too, presently swung away, giving place to cleared land--arable acres golden with the stubble of garnered harvests or sentinelled with unkempt shocks of corn.
In the south a shimmer of laughing gold and blue edged the faded horizon.
Eagerly the young man leaned forward, dark eyes the functions of waiting-room and ticket and telegraph offices. From its eaves depended a weather-worn board bearing the legend: "Nokomis."
The train, pausing only long enough to disgorge from the baggage-car a trunk or two and from the day-coaches a thin trickle of pa.s.sengers, flung on into the wilderness, cracked bell clanking somewhat disdainfully.
By degrees the platform cleared, the erstwhile patrons of the road and the station loafers--for the most part hall-marked natives of the region--straggling off upon their several ways, some afoot, a majority in dilapidated surreys and buckboards. Amber watched them go with una.s.sumed indifference; their type interested him little. But in their company he presently discovered one, a figure so thoroughly foreign and aloof in att.i.tude, that it caught his eye, and, having caught, held it clouded with perplexity.
Abruptly he abandoned his belongings and gave chase, overtaking the object of his attention at the far end of the station.
"Doggott!" he cried. "I say, Doggott!"
His hand, falling lightly upon the man"s shoulder, brought him squarely about, his expression transiently startled, if not a shade truculent.
Short and broad yet compact of body, he was something round-shouldered, with the stoop of those who serve. In a mask of immobility, full-colored and closely shaven, his lips were thin and tight, his eyes steady, grey and shallow: a countenance neither dishonest nor repellent, but one inscrutable. Standing solidly, once halted, there remained a suggestion of alertness in the fellow"s pose.
"Doggott, what the deuce brings you here? And Mr. Rutton?"
Amber"s cordiality educed no response. The grey eyes, meeting eyes dark, kindly, and penetrating, flickered and fell; so much emotion they betrayed, no more, and that as disingenuous as you could wish.
"Doggott!" insisted Amber, disconcerted. "Surely you haven"t forgotten me--Mr. Amber?"
The man shook his head. "Beg pardon, sir," he said; "you"ve got my nyme "andy enough, but I don"t know _you_, and--"
"But Mr. Rutton?"
"Is a party I"ve never "eard of, if you"ll excuse my sayin" so, no more"n I "ave of yourself, sir."
"Well!" began Amber; but paused, his face hardening as he looked the man up and down, nodding slowly.
"Per"aps," continued Mr. Doggott, unabashed, "you mistyke me for my brother, "Enery Doggott. "E was "ome, in England, larst I "eard of "im.
We look a deal alike, I"ve been told."
"You would be," admitted Amber drily; and, shutting his teeth upon his inherent contempt for a liar, he swung away, acknowledging with a curt nod the civil "Good-arfternoon, sir," that followed him.
The man had disappeared by the time Amber regained his kit-bag and gun-case; standing over which he surveyed his surroundings with some annoyance, discovering that he now shared the station with none but the ticket-agent. A shambling and disconsolate youth, clad in a three-days"
growth of beard, a checked jumper and khaki trousers, this person lounged negligently in the doorway of the waiting-room and, caressing his rusty chin with nicotine-dyed fingers, regarded the stranger in Nokomis with an air of subtle yet vaguely melancholy superiority.
"If ye"re lookin" for th" hotel," he volunteered unexpectedly, "there aint none;" and effected a masterly retreat into the ticket-booth.
Amused, the despised outlander picked up his luggage and followed amiably. "I"m not looking for the hotel that aint," he said, planting himself in front of the grating; "but I expected to be met by someone from Tanglewood--"
"Thet"s the Quain place, daown by th" ba-ay," interpolated the youth from unplumbed depths of mournful abstraction.
"It is. I wired yesterday--"
"Yeour name"s Amber, aint it?"
"Yes, I--"
"Well, Quain didn"t get yeour message till this mornin". I sent a kid daown with it "baout ten o"clock."
"But why the--but I wired yesterday afternoon!"
"I knaow ye did," a.s.sented the youth wearily. "It come through raound closin" time and they wa"n"t n.o.body baound that way, so I held it over."
"This craze for being characteristic," observed Mr. Amber obscurely, "is the only thing that really stands in the way of Nokomis becoming a thriving metropolis. Do you agree with me? No matter." He smiled engagingly: a seasoned traveller this, who could recognise the futility of bickering over the irreparable. Moreover, he had to remind himself in all fairness, the blame was, in part at least, his own; for he had thoughtlessly worded his telegram, "Will be with you to-morrow afternoon"; and it was wholly like Quain that he should have accepted the statement at its face value, regardless of the date line.
"I _can_ leave my things here for a little while, I presume?" Amber suggested after a pause.
The ticket-agent stared stubbornly into the infinite, making no sign till a coin rang on the window-ledge; when he started, eyed the offering with fugitive mistrust, and gloomily possessed himself of it.
"I"ll look after them," he said. "Be ye thinkin" of walkin"?"
"Yes," said Amber over his shoulder. He was already moving toward the door.
"Knaow yeour wa-ay?"
"I"ve been here before, thank you."
"Fer another quarter," drawled the agent with elaborate apathy, "I"d leave the office long enough to find somebody who"d fetch ye daown in a rig for fifty cents."
But Amber was already out of ear-shot.
Crossing the tracks, he addressed himself to the southward-stretching highway. Walking briskly at first, he soon left behind the railway-station with its few parasitic cottages; a dip in the land hid them, and he had hereafter for all company his thoughts, the desultory road, a vast and looming sky, and bare fields hedged with impoverished forest.
A deep languor brooded over the land: the still, warm enchantment of an Indian Summer which, protracted though it were unseasonably into the Ides of November, had yet lost nothing of its witchery. There was no wind, but now and again the air stirred softly, and when it stirred was cool; as if the earth sighed in sheer la.s.situde. Out of a cloudless sky, translucent sapphire at its zenith fading into hazy topaz-yellow at the horizon, golden sunlight slanted, casting shadows heavy and colourful; on the edge of the woodlands they clung like thin purple smoke, but motionless, and against them, here and there, a clump of sumach blazed like a bed of embers, or some tree loath to shed its autumnal livery flamed scarlet, russet, and mauve. The peace of the hour was intense, and only emphasised by a dull, throbbing undertone--the muted murmur of the distant sea.
Amber had professed acquaintance with his way; it seemed rather to be intimacy, for when he chose to forsake the main-travelled road he did so boldly, striking off upon a wagon-track which, leading across the fields, delved presently into the heart of the forest. Here it ran snakily and, carved by broad-tired wheels and beaten out by slowly plodding hoofs in a soil more than half sand, glimmered white as rock-salt where the drifting leaves had left it naked.
Once in this semi-dusk made luminous by sunlight which touched and quivered upon dead leaf and withered bush and bare brown bough like splashes of molten gold, the young man moved more sedately. The hush of the forest world bore heavily upon his senses; the slight and stealthy rustlings in the brush, the clear dense ringing of some remote axe, an attenuated clamour of cawing from some far crows" congress, but served to accentuate its influence. On that windless day the vital breath of the sea might not moderate the bitter-sweet aroma of decay that swam beneath the unmoving branches; and this mournful fragrance of dying Autumn wrought upon Amber"s mood as might a whiff of some exquisite rare perfume revive a poignant memory in the bosom of a bereaved lover.
His glance grew aimless, his temper as purposeless, lively antic.i.p.ation giving way to a retrospection tinged with indefinable sadness.