This speech made the Colonel glance around him: Then he smiled,--in response to other smiles.
"My dear," he said, "you must remember that this is a peaceable camp of instruction of the state militia. There fly the Stars and Stripes from the general"s tent. Do you see that they are above the state flag?
Jinny; you forget yourself."
Jinny stamped her foot
"Oh, I hate dissimulation," she cried, "Why can"t we, say outright that we are going to run that detestable Captain Lyon and his Yankees and Hessians out of the a.r.s.enal."
"Why not, Colonel Carvel?" cried Maude. She had forgotten that one of her brothers was with the Yankees and Hessians.
"Why aren"t women made generals and governors?" said the Colonel.
"If we were," answered Virginia, "something might be accomplished."
"Isn"t Clarence enough of a fire-eater to suit you?" asked her father.
But the tents were pitched, and at that moment the young Captain was seen to hand over his horse to an orderly, and to come toward them. He was followed by George Catherwood.
"Come, Jinny," cried her cousin, "let us go over to the main camp."
"And walk on Davis Avenue," said Virginia, flushing with pride. "Isn"t there a Davis Avenue?"
"Yes, and a Lee Avenue, and a Beauregard Avenue," said George, taking his sister"s arm.
"We shall walk in them all," said Virginia.
What a scene of animation it was. The rustling trees and the young gra.s.s of early May, and the two hundred and forty tents in lines of military precision. Up and down the gra.s.sy streets flowed the promenade, proud fathers and mothers, and sweethearts and sisters and wives in gala dress. Wear your bright gowns now, you devoted women. The day is coming when you will make them over and over again, or tear them to lint, to stanch the blood of these young men who wear their new gray so well.
Every afternoon Virginia drove with her father and her aunt to Camp Jackson. All the fashion and beauty of the city were there. The bands played, the black coachmen flecked the backs of their shining horses, and walking in the avenues or seated under the trees were natty young gentlemen in white trousers and bra.s.s-b.u.t.toned jackets. All was not soldier fare at the regimental messes. Cakes and jellies and even ices and more substantial dainties were laid beneath those tents. Dress parade was one long sigh of delight: Better not to have been born than to have been a young man in St. Louis, early in Camp Jackson week, and not be a militiaman.
One young man whom we know, however, had little of pomp and vanity about him,--none other than the young manager (some whispered "silent partner") of Carvel & Company. If Mr. Eliphalet had had political ambition, or political leanings, during the half-year which had just pa.s.sed, he had not shown them. Mr. Cluyme (no mean business man himself) had p.r.o.nounced Eliphalet a conservative young gentleman who attended to his own affairs and let the mad country take care of itself. This is precisely the wise course Mr. Hopper chose. Seeing a regiment of Missouri Volunteers slouching down Fifth street in citizens" clothes he had been remarked to smile cynically. But he kept his opinions so close that he was supposed not to have any.
On Thursday of Camp Jackson week, an event occurred in Mr. Carvel"s store which excited a buzz of comment. Mr. Hopper announced to Mr.
Barbo, the book-keeper, that he should not be there after four o"clock.
To be sure, times were more than dull. The Colonel that morning had read over some two dozen letters from Texas and the Southwest, telling of the impossibility of meeting certain obligations in the present state of the country. The Colonel had gone home to dinner with his brow furrowed.
On the other hand, Mr. Hopper"s equanimity was spoken of at the widow"s table.
At four o"clock, Mr. Hopper took an Olive Street car, tucking himself into the far corner where he would not be disturbed by any ladies who might enter. In the course of an hour or so, he alighted at the western gate of the camp on the Olive Street road. Refreshing himself with a little tobacco, he let himself be carried leisurely by the crowd between the rows of tents. A philosophy of his own (which many men before and since have adopted) permitted him to stare with a superior good nature at the open love-making around him. He imagined his own figure,--which was already growing a little stout,--in a light gray jacket and duck trousers, and laughed. Eliphalet was not burdened with illusions of that kind. These heroes might have their hero-worship. Life held something dearer for him.
As he was sauntering toward a deserted seat at the foot of a tree, it so chanced that he was overtaken by Mr. Cluyme and his daughter Belle. Only that morning, this gentleman, in glancing through the real estate column of his newspaper, had fallen upon a deed of sale which made him wink. He reminded his wife that Mr. Hopper had not been to supper of late. So now Mr. Cluyme held out his hand with more than common cordiality. When Mr.
Hopper took it, the fingers did not close any too tightly over his own.
But it may be well to remark that Mr. Hopper himself did not do any squeezing. He took off his hat grudgingly to Miss Belle. He had never liked the custom.
"I hope you will take pot luck with us soon again, Mr. Hopper," said the elder gentleman. "We only have plain and simple things, but they are wholesome, sir. Dainties are poor things to work on. I told that to his Royal Highness when he was here last fall. He was speaking to me on the merits of roast beef--"
"It"s a fine day," said Mr. Hopper.
"So it is," Mr. Cluyme a.s.sented. Letting his gaze wander over the camp, he added casually, "I see that they have got a few mortars and howitzers since yesterday. I suppose that is the stuff we heard so much about, which came on the "Swon" marked "marble." They say Jeff Davis sent the stuff to "em from the Government a.r.s.enal the Secesh captured at Baton Rouge. They"re pretty near ready to move on our a.r.s.enal now."
Mr. Hopper listened with composure. He was not greatly interested in this matter which had stirred the city to the quick. Neither had Mr.
Cluyme spoken as one who was deeply moved. Just then, as if to spare the pains of a reply, a "Jenny Lind" pa.s.sed them. Miss Belle recognized the carriage immediately as belonging to an elderly lady who was well known in St. Louis. Every day she drove out, dressed in black bombazine, and heavily veiled. But she was blind. As the mother-in-law of the stalwart Union leader of the city, Miss Belle"s comment about her appearance in Camp Jackson was not out of place.
"Well!" she exclaimed, "I"d like to know what she"s doing here!"
Mr. Hopper"s answer revealed a keenness which, in the course of a few days, engendered in Mr. Cluyme as l.u.s.ty a respect as he was capable of.
"I don"t know," said Eliphalet; "but I cal"late she"s got stouter."
"What do you mean by that?" Miss Belle demanded.
"That Union principles must be healthy," said he, and laughed.
Miss Cluyme was prevented from following up this enigma. The appearance of two people on Davis Avenue drove the veiled lady from her mind.
Eliphalet, too, had seen them. One was the tall young Captain of Dragoons, in cavalry boots, and the other a young lady with dark brown hair, in a lawn dress.
"Just look at them!" cried Miss Belle. "They think they are alone in the garden of Eden. Virginia didn"t use to care for him. But since he"s a captain, and has got a uniform, she"s come round pretty quick. I"m thankful I never had any silly notions about uniforms."
She glanced at Eliphalet, to find that his eyes were fixed on the approaching couple.
"Clarence is handsome, but worthless," she continued in her sprightly way. "I believe Jinny will be fool enough to marry him. Do you think she"s so very pretty, Mr. Hopper?"
Mr. Hopper lied.
"Neither do I," Miss Belle a.s.sented. And upon that, greatly to the astonishment of Eliphalet, she left him and ran towards them.
"Virginia!" she cried; "Jinny, I have something so interesting to tell you!"
Virginia turned impatiently. The look she bestowed upon Miss Cluyme was not one of welcome, but Belle was not sensitive. Putting her arm through Virginia"s, she sauntered off with the pair toward the parade grounds, Clarence maintaining now a distance of three feet, and not caring to hide his annoyance.
Eliphalet"s eyes smouldered, following the three until they were lost in the crowd. That expression of Virginia"s had reminded him of a time, years gone, when she had come into the store on her return from Kentucky, and had ordered him to tell her father of her arrival. He had smarted then. And Eliphalet was not the sort to get over smarts.
"A beautiful young lady," remarked Mr. Cluyme. "And a deserving one, Mr.
Hopper. Now, she is my notion of quality. She has wealth, and manners, and looks. And her father is a good man. Too bad he holds such views on secession. I have always thought, sir, that you were singularly fortunate in your connection with him."
There was a point of light now in each of Mr. Hopper"s green eyes. But Mr. Cluyme continued:
"What a pity, I say, that he should run the risk of crippling himself by his opinions. Times are getting hard."
"Yes," said Mr. Hopper.
"And southwestern notes are not worth the paper they are written on--"
But Mr. Cluyme has misjudged his man. If he had come to Eliphalet for information of Colonel Carvel"s affairs, or of any one else"s affairs, he was not likely to get it. It is not meet to repeat here the long business conversation which followed. Suffice it to say that Mr. Cluyme, who was in dry goods himself, was as ignorant when he left Eliphalet as when he met him. But he had a greater respect than ever for the shrewdness of the business manager of Carvel & Company.
That same Thursday, when the first families of the city were whispering jubilantly in each other"s ears of the safe arrival of the artillery and stands of arms at Camp Jackson, something of significance was happening within the green inclosure of the walls of the United States a.r.s.enal, far to the southward.
The days had become alike in sadness to Stephen. Richter gone, and the Judge often away in mysterious conference, he was left for hours at a spell the sole tenant of the office. Fortunately there was work of Richter"s and of Mr. Whipple"s left undone that kept him busy. This Thursday morning, however, he found the Judge getting into that best black coat which he wore on occasions. His manner had recently lost much of its gruffness.