At noon Anne would relieve Virginia,--Anne or her mother,--and frequently Mr. Brinsmade would come likewise. For it is those who have the most to do who find the most time for charitable deeds. As the hour for their coming drew near, the Judge would be seeking the clock, and scarce did Anne"s figure appear in the doorway before the question had arisen to his lips--"And how is my young Captain to-day?"
That is what he called him,--"My young Captain." Virginia"s choice of her cousin, and her devotion to him, while seemingly natural enough, had drawn many a sigh from Anne. She thought it strange that Virginia herself had never once asked her about Stephen"s condition and she spoke of this one day to the Judge with as much warmth as she was capable of.
"Jinny"s heart is like steel where a Yankee is concerned. If her best friend were a Yankee--"
Judge Whipple checked her, smiling.
"She has been very good to one Yankee I know of," he said. "And as for Mrs. Brice, I believe she worships her."
"But when I said that Stephen was much better to-day, she swept out of the room as if she did not care whether he lived or died."
"Well, Anne," the Judge had answered, "you women are a puzzle to me. I guess you don"t understand yourselves," he added.
That was a strange month in the life of Clarence Colfax,--the last of his recovery, while he was waiting for the news of his exchange.
Bellegarde was never more beautiful, for Mrs. Colfax had no whim of letting the place run down because a great war was in progress. Though devoted to the South, she did not consecrate her fortune to it. Clarence gave as much as he could.
Whole afternoons Virginia and he would sit in the shaded arbor seat; or at the cool of the day descend to the bench on the lower tier of the summer garden, to steep, as it were, in the blended perfumes of the roses and the mignonettes and the pinks. He was soberer than of old.
Often through the night he pondered on the change in her. She, too, was grave. But he was troubled to a.n.a.lyze her gravity, her dignity. Was this merely strength of character, the natural result of the trials through which she had pa.s.sed, the habit acquired of being the Helper and comforter instead of the helped and comforted? Long years afterward the brightly colored portrait of her remained in his eye,--the simple linen gown of pink or white, the brown hair shining in the sunlight, the graceful poise of the head. And the background of flowers--flowers everywhere, far from the field of war.
Sometimes, when she brought his breakfast on a tray in the morning, there was laughter in her eyes. In the days gone by they had been all laughter.
They were engaged. She was to be his wife. He said it over to himself many, many times in the day. He would sit for a s.p.a.ce, feasting his eyes upon her until she lifted her look to his, and the rich color flooded her face. He was not a lover to sit quietly by, was Clarence. And yet, as the winged days flew on, that is what he did, It was not that she did not respond to his advances, he did not make them. Nor could he have told why. Was it the chivalry inherited from a long life of Colfaxes who were gentlemen? Not wholly. Something of awe had crept into his feeling for her.
As the month wore on, and the time drew near for him to go back to the war, a state that was not quite estrangement, and yet something very like it, set in. Poor Clarence. Doubts bothered him, and he dared not give them voice. By night he would plan his speeches,--impa.s.sioned, imploring. To see her in her marvellous severity was to strike him dumb.
Horrible thought! Whether she loved him, whether she did not love him, she would not give him up. Through the long years of their lives together, he would never know. He was not a weak man now, was Clarence Colfax. He was merely a man possessed of a devil, enchained by the power of self-repression come upon her whom he loved.
And day by day that power seemed to grow more intense,--invulnerable.
Among her friends and in the little household it had raised Virginia to heights which she herself did not seem to realize. She was become the mistress of Bellegarde. Mrs. Colfax was under its sway, and doubly miserable because Clarence would listen to her tirades no more.
"When are you to be married?" she had ventured to ask him once. Nor had she taken pains to hide the sarcasm in her voice.
His answer, bringing with it her remembrance of her husband at certain times when it was not safe to question him, had silenced her. Addison Colfax had not been a quiet man. When he was quiet he was dangerous.
"Whenever Virginia is ready, mother," he had replied. Whenever Virginia was ready! He knew in his heart that if he were to ask her permission to send for Dr. Posthelwaite to-morrow that she would say yes. Tomorrow came,--and with it a great envelope, an official, answer to Clarence"s report that he was fit for duty once more. He had been exchanged. He was to proceed to Cairo, there to await the arrival of the transport Indianapolis, which was to carry five hundred officers and men from Sandusky Prison, who were going back to fight once more for the Confederacy. O that they might have seen the North, all those brave men who made that sacrifice. That they might have realized the numbers and the resources and the wealth arrayed against them!
It was a cool day for September, a perfect day, an auspicious day, and yet it went the way of the others before it. This was the very fulness of the year, the earth giving out the sweetness of her maturity, the corn in martial ranks, with golden plumes nodding. The forest still in its glory of green. They walked in silence the familiar paths, and Alfred, clipping the late roses for the supper table, shook his white head as they pa.s.sed him. The sun, who had begun to hurry on his southward journey, went to bed at six. The few clothes Clarence was to take with him had been packed by Virginia in his bag, and the two were standing in the twilight on the steps of the house, when Ned came around the corner. He called his young mistress by name, but she did not hear him. He called again.
"Miss Jinny!"
She started as from a sleep, and paused.
"Yes, Mr. Johnson," said she, and smiled. He wore that air of mystery so dear to darkeys.
"Gemmen to see you, Miss Jinny."
"A gentleman!" she said in surprise. "Where?"
The negro pointed to the lilac shrubbery.
"Thar!"
"What"s all this nonsense, Ned?" said Clarence, sharply: "If a man is there, bring him here at once."
"Reckon he won"t come, Ma.r.s.e Clarence." said Ned, "He fearful skeered ob de light ob day. He got suthin very pertickler fo" Miss Jinny."
"Do you know him?" Clarence demanded.
"No sah--yessah--leastwise I"be seed "um. Name"s Robimson."
The word was hardly out of his mouth before Virginia had leaped down the four feet from the porch to the flower-bed and was running across the lawn toward the shrubbery. Parting the bushes after her, Clarence found his cousin confronting a large man, whom he recognized as the carrier who brought messages from the South.
"What"s the matter, Jinny?" he demanded.
"Pa has got through the lines," she said breathlessly. "He--he came up to see me. Where is he, Robinson?"
"He went to Judge Whipple"s rooms, ma"am. They say the Judge is dying. I reckoned you knew it, Miss Jinny," Robinson added contritely.
"Clarence," she said, "I must go at once."
"I will go with you," he said; "you cannot go alone." In a twinkling Ned and Sambo had the swift pair of horses harnessed, and the light carriage was flying over the soft clay road toward the city. As they pa.s.sed Mr.
Brinsmade"s place, the moon hung like a great round lantern under the spreading trees about the house. Clarence caught a glimpse of his cousin"s face in the light. She was leaning forward, her gaze fixed intently on the stone posts which stood like monuments between the bushes at the entrance. Then she drew back again into the dark corner of the barouche. She was startled by a sharp challenge, and the carriage stopped. Looking out, she saw the provost"s guard like black card figures on the road, and Ned fumbling for his pa.s.s.
On they drove into the city streets until the dark bulk of the Court House loomed in front of them, and Ned drew rein at the little stairway which led to the Judge"s rooms. Virginia, leaping out of the carriage, flew up the steps and into the outer office, and landed in the Colonel"s arms.
"Jinny!"
"Oh, Pa!" she cried. "Why do you risk your life in this way? If the Yankees catch you--"
"They won"t catch me, honey," he answered, kissing her. Then he held her out at arm"s length and gazed earnestly into her face. Trembling, she searched his own. "Pa, how old you look!"
"I"m not precisely young, my dear," he said, smiling. His hair was nearly white, and his face scared. But he was a fine erect figure of a man, despite the shabby clothes he wore, and the mud-bespattered boots.
"Pa," she whispered, "it was foolhardy to come here. Why did you come to St. Louis at all?"
"I came to see you, Jinny, I reckon. And when I got home to-night and heard Silas was dying, I just couldn"t resist. He"s the oldest friend I"ve got in St. Louis, honey and now--now--"
"Pa, you"ve been in battle?"
"Yes," he said.
"And you weren"t hurt; I thank G.o.d for that," she whispered. After a while: "Is Uncle Silas dying?"
"Yes, Jinny; Dr. Polk is in there now, and says that he can"t last through the night. Silas has been asking for you, honey, over and over.
He says you were very good to him,--that you and Mrs. Brice gave up everything to nurse him."
"She did," Virginia faltered. "She was here night and day until her son came home. She is a n.o.ble woman--"
"Her son?" repeated the Colonel. "Stephen Brice? Silas has done nothing the last half-hour but call his name. He says he must see the boy before he dies. Polk says he is not strong enough to come."