"It"ll shorten his life ten years and do no material good. Well, now, about this Tetong imbroglio."
Immediately he fell upon the problem with the most intense application, and Curtis had a feeling that his little season of plain speaking had refreshed him.
Lawson went his way, but Curtis spent the remainder of the day in the commissioner"s office, putting together his defence of the Tetongs, compiling figures, and drawing maps to show the location of gra.s.s and water. He did not rise from his work till the signal for closing came, and even then he gathered his papers together and took them home to his room in the club in order to put the finishing touches to them.
While dressing for his dinner with Lieutenant Kirkman, a cla.s.smate and comrade, he began to wonder how soon he could decently make his dinner-call on the Brisbanes. It was shameful in him, of course, but he had suddenly lost interest in the Kirkmans. The day seemed lost because he had not been able to see Elsie. There was a powerful longing in his heart, an impatience which he had not experienced since his early manhood. It was a hunger which had lain dormant--scotched but not killed--for now it rose from its mysterious lair with augmented power to break his rest and render all other desires of no account.
That night, after he returned from the Kirkmans", where he had enjoyed an exquisite little dinner amid a joyous chatter reviving old-time memories, he found himself not merely wide-awake, but restless. His brain seemed determined to reveal itself to him completely. Pictures of his early life and the faces and homes of his friends in the West came whirling in orderless procession like flights of swift birds--now a council with the Sioux; now a dinner of the staff of General Miles; visions of West Point, a flock of them, came also, and the faces of the girls he had loved with a boy"s fancy; and then, as if these were but whisks of cloud scattering, the walls of great mountain ranges appeared behind, stern and majestic, sunlit for a moment, only to withdraw swiftly into gray night; and when he seized upon these sweeping fragments and attempted to arrange them, Elsie"s proud face, with its dark, changeful eyes and beautiful, curving lips, took central place, and in the end obscured all the rest.
The Kirkman home, the cheer, the tenderness of the husband towards his dainty little wife, the obvious rest and satisfaction of the man, betokening that the ultimate of his desires had been reached, also came in for consideration by the restless brain of the soldier-mountaineer.
"I shall never be at peace till I have wife and child, that I now realize," he acknowledged to himself in the deep, solitary places of his thought.
Then he rose and took up the papers which he had been preparing, and as he went over them again he came to profounder realization than ever before of the mighty tragedy whose final act he seemed about to witness.
His heart swelled with a great tenderness towards that fragment of a proud and free people who sat in wonder before the coming of an infinite flood of alien races, helpless to stay it, appalled by the breadth and power of the stream which swept them away. He felt himself in some sense their chosen friend--their Moses, to lead them out of the desolation in which they sat bewildered and despairing. Thinking of them and of plans to help them, he grew weary at last, his brain ceased to grind, and he slept.
XI
CURTIS GRAPPLES WITH BRISBANE
The hearing took place at ten o"clock, but Curtis had opportunity for a little helpful consultation with Lawson before the chairman called the committeemen to order. The session seemed unimportant--perfunctory. The members sat for the most part silent, ruminating, with eyes fixed on the walls or upon slips of paper which they held abstractedly in their hands. Occasionally some one of them would rouse up to ask a question, but, in general, their att.i.tudes were those of bored and preoccupied business men. They came and went carelessly in response to calls of their clerks, and Curtis perceived that they had very little real interest in the life or death of the redmen. He would have been profoundly discouraged had not the chairman been alert and his questions to the point. After his formal statement had been taken and the hearing was over, the chairman approached Curtis informally and showed a very human sympathy for the Tetongs.
"Yes, I think we can hold this raid in check," he said, in answer to Curtis, and added, slowly, "I am very glad to find a man of your quality taking up this branch of service." He paused, and a smile wrinkled his long, Scotch face. "They accuse me of being a weak sentimentalist, because I refuse to consider the redman in the light of a reptile. I was an abolitionist"--the smile faded from his eyes and his thin lips straightened--"in days when it meant something to defend the negro, and in standing for the rights of the redman I am merely continuing my life-work. It isn"t a question of whether I know the Indian or not, though I know him better than most of my critics; it"s a question of his dues under our treaties. We considered him a man when we bought his land, and I insist he shall be treated the same now. I should like to hear from you--unofficially, of course--whenever you have anything to say. Lawson"s testimony"--he laid a caressing hand on Lawson"s shoulder--"is worth more to me than that of a thousand land speculators.
He"s a comfort to us, for we know he is disinterested, and has nothing to gain or lose in any question which concerns the reds, and we find very much the same about you, Captain Curtis, and I am determined that you shall have free hand."
Curtis shook hands with the old man with a sense of security. Here, at least, was a senator of the old school, a man to be depended upon in time of trouble. He began also to realize Lawson"s power, for he seemed to be the personal friend of every honest official connected with the department.
As the two young men stepped out into the hall they came face to face with Elsie and her father.
"Are we too late?" cried the girl. "Is the hearing over?"
"My part of it is," answered Curtis--"at least for to-day. They may recall me to-morrow."
Brisbane was visibly annoyed. "I didn"t suppose you would come on till eleven; that"s the word I got over the "phone. I particularly wanted to hear your deposition," he added, sourly.
"Papa has an idea your opposition to this bill is important," Elsie said, lightly, as Curtis edged away from Brisbane.
Brisbane followed him up. "Well, now that your hearing is over, suppose you get into our carriage and go home with us to lunch?"
"Please do!" said Elsie, with flattering sincerity.
Curtis hesitated, and was made captive. "It is a great temptation," he said, looking at Lawson.
Elsie saw him yielding and cried out: "Oh, you must come--and you, too, Osborne."
Lawson was plainly defeated. "I can"t do it. I have a couple of New York men to lunch at the club, and I couldn"t think of putting them off."
"Oh, I"m so sorry; we would have made a nice little lunch party."
"There are other days coming!" he replied, as lightly as possible.
As they drove away Curtis had a premonition that his impending interview would be disagreeable, for Brisbane sat in silence, his keen eyes full of some sinister resolution. He was, in fact, revolving in his mind a plan of attack. He realized the danger of attempting to bribe such a man even indirectly, but a poor and ambitious soldier might be removed by gentler means, through promotion; and friendly pressure might be brought to bear on the War Department to that effect. Having set himself to the task of clearing the reservation of the Tetongs, a man of Brisbane"s power did not hesitate long over the morality of methods, and having decided upon promotion as his method of approaching Curtis, the old man distinctly softened, and made himself agreeable by extending the drive and affably pointing out the recent improvements in the city. "Our Capitol is as good as any now," he said. "Our new buildings are up to the standard."
The young soldier refused to be drawn into any blood-heating discussions, being quite content to sit facing Elsie, feeling obscurely the soft roll of the wheels beneath him, and absorbing the light and color of the streets. "This is my city," he said; "I spent my boyhood, here. I went to West Point from here."
"It _is_ beautiful," replied Elsie, and at the moment a spark of some mysterious flame sprang from each to the other. They were young, and the air was soft and sweet. Thereafter everything gave the young soldier pleasure. The whistling of the darkies, the gay garments of the shoppers, the glitter of pa.s.sing carriages, the spread of trees against the bright sky--everything a.s.sumed a singular grace. His courage rose, and he felt equal to any task.
As they entered the big house Elsie said: "You"re to come right up to the studio. I want to show you a canvas I finished yesterday. I had an inspiration--I think you brought it to me."
As she led the way up the wide and splendidly carved stair-way the soldier"s elation sank away, for each step emphasized the girl"s pride and power, and by contrast threw the poor Indian agent into hopeless shadow. He hardly heard what she said, till she led him before her easel and said:
"There is yesterday"s work. I"ve been trying for days to get a certain effect of color, and, behold! I caught it flying this morning. What puzzles me in your country is the enormously high value of your earth in reference to the sky. The sky is so solid."
As he took in the significance of the canvas Curtis exclaimed:
"It is very beautiful. It is miraculous. How do you do it?"
"I"m glad you like it. My problem there was to represent the difference in value between Chief Elk, who is riding in the vivid sunlight, and his wife and Little Peta, who are just in the edge of that purple cloud-shadow. The difference between white in sunlight and white in shadow is something terrific in your dry air. Contrasts are enough to knock you down. This gray, Eastern studio light makes all my sketches seem false, but I know they are not."
"They are very true, it seems to me."
"When I close my eyes and hark back to the flooding light of the valley of the Elk, then I can do these things; I can"t if I don"t. I have to forget all my other pictures. This is nearer my impression than anything else I"ve done."
"It has great charm," he said, after a pause, "and it also reminds me of my duty. I must return at once to the West."
"When do you go--actually?"
"Actually, I leave to-morrow at three o"clock; unless I receive word to the contrary, to-morrow morning."
"So soon? You are making a very short stay. Can"t you remain over the holidays? Some friends of mine are coming on from New York. I"d like you to meet them."
"I think I must return. Jennie is preparing to give her little "Ingines"
a Christmas-tree, and I am told that my "Sandy Claws" would add greatly to their joy, so I am making special effort to reach there on the 23d."
She looked at him musingly. "You really are interested in those ugly creatures? I don"t understand it."
"To be really frank, I don"t understand your lack of sympathy," he replied, smiling a little. "It isn"t at all feminine."
She took a seat on the divan before she spoke again. "Oh, women are such posers. You think I am quite heartless, don"t you?"
"No, I don"t think that, but I do think you are a little unjust to these people, whose thought you have made very little effort to comprehend."
"Why should I? They are not worth while."
"Do you speak now as an artist?" he asked, gravely.