I had bathed and slept, and waked once more to the deep, resonant notes of a conch-sh.e.l.l blowing; and I still lay abed, blinking at the sunset through the soiled panes of my western window, when Cato sc.r.a.ped at the door to enter, bearing my sea-boxes one by one.
Reaching behind me, I drew the keys from under my pillow and tossed them to the solemn black, lying still once more to watch him unlock my boxes and lay out my clothes and linen to the air.
"Company to sup, suh; gemmen from de No"th an" Guy Pahk, suh," he hinted, rolling his eyes at me and holding up my best wristbands, made of my mother"s lace.
"I shall dress soberly, Cato," said I, yawning. "Give me a narrow queue-ribbon, too."
The old man mumbled and muttered, fussing about among the boxes until he found a full suit of silver-gray, silken stockings, and hound"s-tongue shoes to match.
"Dishyere clothes sho" is sober," he reflected aloud. "One li"l gole vine a-crawlin" on de cuffs, nuvver li"l gole vine a-creepin" up de wes"coat, gole buckles on de houn"-tongue--Whar de hat? Hat done loose hisse"f! Here de hat! Gole lace on de hat--Cap"in Ormond sho" is quality gemm"n. Ef he ain"t, how come dishyere gole lace on de hat?"
"Come, Cato," I remonstrated, "am I dressing for a ball at Augustine, that you stand there pulling my finery about to choose and pick? I tell you to give me a sober suit!" I s.n.a.t.c.hed a flowered robe from the bed"s foot-board, pulled it about me, and stepped to the floor.
Cato brought a chair and bowl, and, when I had washed once more I seated myself while the old man shook out my hair, dusted it to its natural brown, then fell to combing and brushing. My hair, with its obstinate inclination to curl, needed neither iron nor pomade; so, silvering it with my best French powder, he tied the short queue with a black ribbon and dusted my shoulders, critically considering me the while.
"A plain shirt," I said, briefly.
He brought a frilled one.
"I want a plain shirt," I insisted.
"Dishyere sho"t am des de plaines" an" de--"
"You villain, don"t I know what I want?"
"No, suh!"
And, upon my honor, I could not get that black mule to find me the shirt that I wished to wear. More than that, he utterly refused to permit me to dress in a certain suit of mouse-color without lace, but actually bundled me into the silver-gray, talking volubly all the while; and I, half laughing and wholly vexed, almost minded to go burrowing myself among my boxes and risk peppering silk and velvet with hair-powder.
But he dressed me as it suited him, patting my silk shoes into shape, smoothing coat-skirt and flowered vest-flap, shaking out the lace on stock and wrist with all the delicacy and cunning of a lady"s-maid.
"Idiot!" said I, "am I tricked out to please you?"
"You sho" is, Cap"in Ormond, suh," he said, the first faint approach to a grin that I had seen wrinkling his aged face. And with that he hung my small-sword, whisked the powder from my shoulders with a bit of cambric, chose a laced handkerchief for me, and, ere I could remonstrate, pa.s.sed a tiny jewelled pin into my powdered hair, where it sparkled like a frost crystal.
"I"m no macaroni!" I said, angrily; "take it away!"
"Cap"in Ormond, suh, you sho" is de fines" young gemm"n in de province, suh," he pleaded. "Dess regahd yo"se"f, suh, in dishyere look.u.m-gla.s.s.
What I done tell you? Look foh yo"se"f, suh! Cap"in Butler gwine see how de quality gemm"n fixes up! Suh John Johnsing he gwine see! Dat ole Kunnel Butler he gwine see, too! Heah yo" is, suh, dess a-bloomin" lak de pink-an"-silver ghos" flower wif de gole heart."
"Cato," I asked, curiously, "why do you take pride in tricking out a stranger to dazzle your own people?"
The old man stood silent a moment, then looked up with the mild eyes of an aged hound long privileged in honorable retirement.
"Is you sho" a Ormond, suh?"
"Yes, Cato."
"Might you come f"om de Spanish grants, suh, long de Halifax?"
"Yes, yes; but we are English now. How did you know I came from the Halifax?"
"I knowed it, suh; I knowed h"it muss be dat-away!"
"How do you know it, Cato?"
"I spec" you favor yo" pap, suh, de ole Kunnel--"
"My father!"
"Mah ole marster, suh; I was raised "long Matanzas, suh. Spanish man done cotch me on de Tomoka an" ship me to Quebec. Ole Suh William Johnsing, he done buy me; Suh John, he done sell me; Mars Varick, he buy me; an" hyah ah is, suh--heart dess daid foh de Halifax san"s."
He bent his withered head and laid his face on my hands, but no tear fell.
After a moment he straightened, snuffled, and smiled, opening his lips with a dry click.
"H"it"s dat-a-way, suh. Ole Cato dess "bleged to fix up de young marster. Pride o" fambly, suh. What might you be desirin" now, Mars"
Ormond? One li"l drap o" musk on yoh hanker? Lawd save us, but you sho"
is gallus dishyere day! Spec" Miss Dorry gwine blink de vi"lets in her eyes. Yaas, suh. Miss Dorry am de only one, suh; de onliest Ormond in dishyere fambly. Seem mos" lak she done throw back to our folk, suh.
Miss Dorry ain" no Varick; Miss Dorry all Ormond, suh, dess lak you an"
me! Yaas, suh, h"its dat-a-way; h"it sho" is, Mars" Ormond."
I drew a deep, quivering breath. Home seemed so far, and the old slave would never live to see it. I felt as though this steel-cold North held me, too, like a trap--never to unclose.
"Cato," I said, abruptly, "let us go home."
He understood; a gleam of purest joy flickered in his eyes, then died out, quenched in swelling tears.
He wept awhile, standing there in the centre of the room, smearing the tears away with the flapping sleeves of his tarnished livery, while, like a committed panther, I paced the walls, to and fro, to and fro, heart aching for escape.
The light in the west deepened above the forests; a long, glowing crack opened between two thunderous clouds, like a hint of hidden h.e.l.l, firing the whole sky. And in the blaze the crows winged, two and two, like witches flying home to the infernal pit, now all ablaze and kindling coal on coal along the dark sky"s sombre brink.
Then the red bars faded on my wall to pink, to ashes; a fleck of rosy cloud in mid-zenith glimmered and went out, and the round edges of the world were curtained with the night.
Behind me, Cato struck flint and lighted two tall candles; outside the lawn, near the stockade, a stable-lad set a conch-horn to his lips, blowing a deep, melodious cattle-call, and far away I heard them coming--tin, ton! tin, ton! tinkle!--through the woods, slowly, slowly, till in the freshening dusk I smelled their milk and heard them lowing at the unseen pasture-bars.
I turned sharply; the candle-light dazzled me. As I pa.s.sed Cato, the old man bowed till his coat-cuffs hung covering his dusky, wrinkled fingers.
"When we go, we go together, Cato," I said, huskily, and so pa.s.sed on through the brightly lighted hallway and down the stairs.
Candle-light glimmered on the dark pictures, the rusted circles of arms, the stags" heads with their dusty eyes. A servant in yellow livery, lounging by the door, rose from the settle as I appeared and threw open the door on the left, announcing, "Cap"m Ormond!" in a slovenly fashion which merited a rebuke from somebody.
The room into which the yokel ushered me appeared to be a library, low of ceiling, misty with sour pipe smoke, which curled and floated level, wavering as the door closed behind me.
Through the fog, which nigh choked me with its staleness, I perceived a bulky gentleman seated at ease, sucking a long clay pipe, his bulging legs c.o.c.ked up on a card-table, his little, inflamed eyes twinkling red in the candle-light.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "YOU"RE MY COUSIN, GEORGE ORMOND, OR I"M THE FATTEST LIAR SOUTH OF MONTREAL!".]
"Captain Ormond?" he cried. "Captain be d.a.m.ned; you"re my cousin, George Ormond, or I"m the fattest liar south of Montreal! Who the devil put "em up to captaining you--eh? Was it that minx Dorothy? Dammy, I took it that the old Colonel had come to plague me from his grave--your father, sir! And a cursed fine fellow, if he was second cousin to a Varick, which he could not help, not he!--though I"ve heard him d.a.m.n his luck to my very face, sir! Yes, sir, under my very nose!"