"I think I"ll take the liberty of opening it," said I. I knew its contents. It was the reply Warburton had depended on. I read it aloud.
It is good to have friends of this sort. No question was asked. It was a bald order: "Come up at once and shoot caribou. Take first train."
"Bob"s a jacka.s.s," was Jack"s commentary. I had heard something like it before, that day. "He"ll turn up all right;"--and Jack lit a cigar and picked up his paper.
"And Betty Annesley is going to call to-morrow night," said Nancy, her voice overflowing with reproach. Her eyes even sparkled with tears. "I did so want them to meet."
I called myself a villain. But I had given my promise; and I was in love myself.
"I don"t see what we can do. When Bob makes up his mind to do anything, he generally does it." Jack, believing he had demolished the subject, opened his _Morning Post_ and fell to studying the latest phases of the Venezuelan muddle.
Nancy began to cry softly; she loved the scalawag as only sisters know how to love. And I became possessed with two desires; to console her and to punch Mr. Robert"s head.
"It has always been this way with him," Nancy went on, dabbing her eyes with her two-by-four handkerchief. "We never dreamed that he was going into the Army till he came home one night and announced that he had successfully pa.s.sed his examinations for West Point. He goes and gets shot, and we never know anything about it till we read the papers.
Next, he resigns and goes abroad without a word or coming to see us. I don"t know what to make of Bobby; I really don"t."
I took her hand in mine and kissed it, and told her the rascal would turn up in due time, that they hadn"t heard the last of him for that winter.
"He"s only thoughtless and single-purposed," interposed Jack.
"Single-purposed!" I echoed.
"Why, yes. He gets one thing at a time in his brain, and thinks of nothing else till that idea is worn out. I know him."
I recalled my useless persuasion of the morning. "I believe you are right."
"Of course I"m right," replied Jack, turning a page of his paper. "Do _you_ know where he has gone?"
"I think the telegram explains everything,"--evasively.
"Humph! Don"t you worry about him, Nan. I"ll wager he"s up to some of his old-time deviltry."
These and other little observations Jack let fall made it plain to me that he was a natural student of men and their impulses, and that his insight and judgment, unerring and antic.i.p.atory, had put him where he is to-day, at the head of a department.
I left the house about ten o"clock, went downtown and found the prodigal at a cheap hotel on Pennsylvania. He was looking over some boots and leggings and ready-made riding breeches.
"Aha, Chuck, so here you are!"
"Look here, Bob, this will never do at all," I began.
"I thought we had threshed all that out thoroughly this morning."
"I left Nancy crying over your blamed callousness."
"Nancy? Hang it, I don"t want Nancy to waste any tears over me; I"m not worth it."
"Precious little you care! If it wasn"t for the fact that you have told me the true state of things, I should have exposed you to-night. Why didn"t you turn up to dinner as you promised? You might at least have gone through the pretense of saying good-by to them."
"My dear boy, I"ll admit that my conduct is nefarious. But look; Nancy knows Miss Annesley, and they will be calling on each other. The truth is, I dare not let the girls see me without a beard. And I"m too far gone into the thing to back out now."
"I honestly hope that some one recognizes you and gives you away," I declared indignantly.
"Thanks. You"re in love with Nancy, aren"t you? To be sure. Well, wouldn"t you do anything to keep around where she is, to serve her, to hear her voice, to touch her hand occasionally, to ride with her; in fact, always to be within the magic circle of her presence? Well, I love this girl; I know it now, it is positive, doubtless. Her presence is as necessary to me as the air I breathe. Had I met her in the conventional way, she would have looked upon me as one of the pillars of convention, and mildly ignored me. As I am, she does not know what I am, or who I am; I am a mystery, I represent a secret, and she desires to find out what this secret is. Besides all this, something impels me to act this part, something aside from love. It is inexplicable; fate, maybe." He paused, went to the window, and looked down into the street.
It was after-theater time and carriages were rolling to and fro.
"Bob, I apologize. You know a great deal more about feminine nature than I had given you credit for. But how can you win her this way?"
He raised his shoulders. "Time and chance."
"Well, whate"er betide, I can"t help wishing you luck."
We shook hands silently, and then I left him.
"Father," said Betty Annesley at the dinnertable that same night, "I have engaged a new groom. He rode Pirate to-day and thoroughly mastered him."
"Pirate? You don"t say! Well, I"m glad of that. Pirate will make a capital saddle-horse if he is ridden often enough. The groom will be a safe companion for you on your rides. Are you too tired to do some drawing for me to-night?"
"The fortification plans?"
"Yes." His eyes wandered from her face to the night outside. How gray and sad the world was! "You will always love your father, dearie?"
"Love him? Always!"
"Whatever betide, for weal or woe?"
"Whatever betide."
How easy it was for her to say these words!
"And yet, some day, you must leave me, to take up your abode in some other man"s heart. My only wish is that it may beat for you as truly as mine does."
She did not reply, but stepped to the window and pressed her brow to the chilled pane. A yellow and purple line marked the path of the vanished sun; the million stars sparkled above; far away she could see the lights of the city. Of what was she thinking, dreaming? Was she dreaming of heroes such as we poets and novelists invent and hang upon the puppet-beam? Ah, the pity of these dreams the young girl has! She dreams of heroes and of G.o.d-like men, and of the one that is to come.
But, ah! he never comes, he never comes; and the dream fades and dies, and the world becomes real. A man may find his ideal, but a woman, never. To youth, the fields of love; to man, the battle-ground; to old age, a chair in the sunshine and the wreck of dreams!
"The government ought to pay you well if those plans are successful."
She moved away from the window.
"Yes, the government ought to pay me well. I should like to make you rich, dearie, and happy."
"Why, daddy, am I not both? I have more money than I know what to do with, and I am happy in having the kindest father." She came around the table and caressed him, cheek to cheek. "Money isn"t everything. It just makes me happy to do anything for you."
His arm grew tense around her waist.
"Do you know what was running through my mind at the emba.s.sy last night? I was thinking how deeply I love this great wide country of mine. As I looked at the amba.s.sador and his aides, I was saying to myself, "You dare not!" It may have been silly, but I couldn"t help it, We are the greatest people in the world. When I compared foreign soldiers with our own, how my heart and pride swelled! No formalities, no race prejudice, no false pride. I was never introduced to a foreign officer that I did not fear him, with his weak eyes, his affected mannerisms, his studied rudeness, not to me, but to the country I represented. How I made some of them dance! Not for vanity"s sake; rather the inborn patriotism of my race. I had only to think of my father, his honorable scars, his contempt for little things, his courage, his steadfastness, his love for his country, which has so honored him with its trust. Oh! I am a patriot; and I shall never, never marry a man whose love for his country does not equal my own."
She caught up her father"s mutilated hand and kissed it. "And even now this father of mine is planning and planning to safeguard his country."
"But you must not say anything to a soul, my child; it must be a secret till all is ready. I met Karloff to-day at the club. He has promised to dine with us to-morrow night."
"Make him postpone it. I have promised to dine with Nancy Warburton."