"The Judge has had nothing to do with it," cried Stephen. "He is not given to discussion with me, and until I went to Springfield had never mentioned Lincoln"s name to me."
Glancing at her, he surprised a sparkle of amus.e.m.e.nt in her eyes. Then she laughed openly.
"Why do you suppose that you were sent to Springfield?" she asked.
"With an important communication for Mr. Lincoln," he answered.
"And that most important communication was--your self. There, now, I have told you," said Virginia.
"Was myself? I don"t understand."
Virginia puckered her lips.
"Then you haven"t the sense I thought you had," she replied impatiently.
"Do you know what was in that note? No? Well, a year ago last June this Black Republican lawyer whom you are all talking of made a speech before a convention in Illinois. Judge Whipple has been crazy on the subject ever since--he talks of Lincoln in his sleep; he went to Springfield and spent two days with him, and now he can"t rest until you have seen and known and heard him. So he writes a note to Lincoln and asks him to take you to the debate--"
She paused again to laugh at his amazement.
"But he told me to go to Springfield!" he exclaimed.
"He told you to find Lincoln. He knew that you would obey his orders, I suppose."
"But I didn"t know--" Stephen began, trying to come pa.s.s within an instant the memory of his year"s experience with Mr. Whipple.
"You didn"t know that he thought anything about you," said Virginia.
"That is his way, Mr. Brice. He has more private charities on his list than any man in the city except Mr. Brinsmade. Very few know it. He thinks a great deal of you. But there," she added, suddenly blushing crimson, "I am sorry I told you."
"Why?" he asked.
She did not answer, but sat tapping the seat with her fingers. And when she ventured to look at him, he had fallen into thought.
"I think it must be time for dinner," said Virginia, "if you really wish to catch the train."
The coldness in her voice, rather than her words, aroused him. He rose, took one lingering look at the river, and followed her to the house.
At dinner, when not talking about his mare, the Colonel was trying to persuade Stephen to remain. Virginia did not join in this, and her father thought the young man"s refusal sprang from her lack of cordiality. Colonel Carvel himself drove to the station.
When he returned, he found his daughter sitting idly on the porch.
"I like that young man, if he is a Yankee," he declared.
"I don"t," said Virginia, promptly.
"My dear," said her father, voicing the hospitality of the Carvels, "I am surprised at you. One should never show one"s feelings toward a guest. As mistress of this house it was your duty to press him to stay."
"He did not want to stay."
"Do you know why he went, my dear," asked the Colonel.
"No," said Virginia.
"I asked him," said the Colonel.
"Pa! I did not think it of you!" she cried. And then, "What was it?" she demanded.
"He said that his mother was alone in town, and needed him."
Virginia got up without a word, and went into Judge Whipple"s room.
And there the Colonel found her some hours later, reading aloud from a sc.r.a.p-book certain speeches of Mr. Lincoln"s which Judge Whipple had cut from newspapers. And the Judge, lying back with his eyes half closed, was listening in pure delight. Little did he guess at Virginia"s penance!
Volume 4.
CHAPTER VII. AN EXCURSION
I am going ahead two years. Two years during which a nation struggled in agony with sickness, and even the great strength with which she was endowed at birth was not equal to the task of throwing it off. In 1620 a Dutch ship had brought from Guinea to his Majesty"s Colony of Virginia the germs of that disease for which the Nation"s blood was to be let so freely. During these years signs of dissolution, of death, were not wanting.
In the city by the Father of Waters where the races met, men and women were born into the world, who were to die in ancient Cuba, who were to be left fatherless in the struggle soon to come, who were to live to see new monsters rise to gnaw at the vitals of the Republic, and to hear again the cynical laugh of Europe. But they were also to see their country a power in the world, perchance the greatest power. While Europe had wrangled, the child of the West had grown into manhood and taken a seat among the highest, to share with them the responsibilities of manhood.
Meanwhile, Stephen Brice had been given permission to practise law in the sovereign state of Missouri. Stephen understood Judge Whipple better. It cannot be said that he was intimate with that rather formidable personage, although the Judge, being a man of habits, had formed that of taking tea at least once a week with Mrs. Brice. Stephen had learned to love the Judge, and he had never ceased to be grateful to him for a knowledge of that man who had had the most influence upon his life,--Abraham Lincoln.
For the seed, sowed in wisdom and self-denial, was bearing fruit. The sound of gathering conventions was in the land, and the Freeport Heresy was not for gotten.
We shall not mention the number of clients thronging to Mr. Whipple"s office to consult Mr. Brice. These things are humiliating. Some of Stephen"s income came from articles in the newspapers of that day.
What funny newspapers they were, the size of a blanket! No startling headlines such as we see now, but a continued novel among the advertis.e.m.e.nts on the front page and verses from some gifted lady of the town, signed Electra. And often a story of pure love, but more frequently of ghosts or other eerie phenomena taken from a magazine, or an anecdote of a cat or a chicken. There were letters from citizens who had the mania of print, bulletins of different ages from all parts of the Union, clippings out of day-before-yesterday"s newspaper of Chicago or Cincinnati to three-weeks letters from San Francisco, come by the pony post to Lexington and then down the swift Missouri. Of course, there was news by telegraph, but that was precious as fine gold,--not to be lightly read and cast aside.
In the autumn of "59, through the kindness of Mr. Brinsmade, Stephen had gone on a steamboat up the river to a great convention in Iowa. On this excursion was much of St. Louis"s bluest blood. He widened his circle of acquaintances, and spent much of his time walking the guards between Miss Anne Brinsmade and Miss Puss Russell. Perhaps it is unfair to these young ladies to repeat what they said about Stephen in the privacy of their staterooms, gentle Anne remonstrating that they should not gossip, and listening eagerly the while, and laughing at Miss Puss, whose mimicry of Stephen"s severe ways brought tears to her eyes.
Mr. Clarence Colfax was likewise on the boat, and pa.s.sing Stephen on the guards, bowed distantly. But once, on the return trip, when Stephen had a writing pad on his knee, the young Southerner came up to him in his frankest manner and with an expression of the gray eyes which was not to be withstood.
"Making a case, Brice?" he said. "I hear you are the kind that cannot be idle even on a holiday."
"Not as bad as all that," replied Stephen, smiling at him.
"Reckon you keep a diary, then," said Clarence, leaning against the rail. He made a remarkably graceful figure, Stephen thought. He was tall, and his movements had what might be called a commanding indolence.
Stephen, while he smiled, could not but admire the tone and gesture with which Colfax bade a pa.s.sing negro to get him a handkerchief from his cabin. The alacrity of the black to do the errand was amusing enough.
Stephen well knew it had not been such if he wanted a handkerchief.
Stephen said it was not a diary. Mr. Colfax was too well bred to inquire further; so he never found out that Mr. Brice was writing an account of the Convention and the speechmaking for the Missouri Democrat.
"Brice," said the Southerner, "I want to apologize for things I"ve done to you and said about you. I hated you for a long time after you beat me out of Hester, and--" he hesitated.
Stephen looked up. For the first time he actually liked Colfax. He had been long enough among Colfax"s people to understand how difficult it was for him to say the thing he wished.