He turned his back to the boy, and opened the note; continuing to stand in that position while he read the two messages. It struck the messenger that, after this, there need be no great shame in his own lack of this much-vaunted art of reading, since it took so famous a man as Mr. Carewe such length of time to peruse a little note. But perhaps the great gentleman was ill, for it appeared to the boy that he lurched several times, once so far that he would have gone over if he had not saved himself by a lucky stagger. And once, except for the fact that the face that had turned away had worn an expression of such genial humor, the boy would have believed that from it issued a sound like the gnashing of teeth.
But when it was turned to him again, it bore the same amiable jocosity of mouth and eye, and nothing seemed to be the matter, except that those fingers still shook so wildly, too wildly, indeed, to restore the note to its envelope.
"There," said Mr. Carewe, "put it back, laddie, put it back yourself.
Take it to the gentleman who sent you. I see he"s even disguised his hand a trifle-ha! ha!--and I suppose he may not have expected the young lady to write his name quite so boldly on the envelope! What do you suppose?"
"I d"know," returned the boy. "I reckon I don"t hardly understand."
"No, of course not," said Mr. Carewe, laughing rather madly. "Ha, ha, ha! Of course you wouldn"t. And how much did he give you?"
"Yay!" cried the other, joyously. "Didn"t he go and hand me a dollar!"
"How much will you take not to tell him that I stopped you and read it; how much not to speak of me at all?"
"What?"
"It"s a foolish kind of joke, nothing more. I"ll give you five dollars never to tell anyone that you saw me today."
"Don"t shoot, Colonel," exclaimed the youth, with a riotous fling of bare feet in the air, "I"ll come down!"
"You"ll do it?"
"Five!" he shouted, dancing upon the boards. "Five! I"ll cross my heart to die I never hear tell of you, or ever knew they was sich a man in the world!"
Carewe bent over him. "No! Say: "G.o.d strike me dead and condemn me eternally to the everlasting flames of h.e.l.l if I ever tell!"
This entailed quick sobriety, though only benevolence was in the face above him. The jig-step stopped, and the boy pondered, frightened.
"Have I got to say that?"
Mr. Carewe produced a bank-bill about which the boy beheld a halo.
Clearly this was his day; heaven showed its approval of his conduct by an outpouring of imperishable riches. And yet the oath misliked him; there was a savor of the demoniacal contract; still that was to be borne and the plunge taken, for there fluttered the huge sum before his dazzled eyes. He took a deep breath. ""G.o.d strike me dead" "--he began, slowly--"" if I ever "--"
"No. "And condemn me to the everlasting flames of h.e.l.l "--"
"Have I got to?"
"Yes."--""And condemn me to--to the everlasting flames of--of h.e.l.l, if I ever tell!""
He ran off, pale with the fear that he might grow up, take to drink and some day tell in his cups, but so resolved not to coquet with temptation that he went round a block to avoid the door of the Rouen House bar.
Nevertheless, the note was in his hand and the fortune in his pocket.
And Mr. Carewe was safe. He knew that the boy would never tell, and he knew another thing, for he had read the Journal, though it came no more to his house: he knew that Tom Vanrevel wore his uniform that evening, and that, even in the dusk, the bra.s.s b.u.t.tons on an officer"s breast make a good mark for a gun steadied along the ledge of a window. As he entered the gates and went toward the house he glanced up at the window which overlooked his garden from the cupola.
CHAPTER XVIII. The Uniform
Crailey was not the only man in Rouen who had been saying to himself all day that each accustomed thing he did was done for the last time. Many of his comrades went about with "Farewell, old friend," in their hearts, not only for the people, but for the usual things of life and the actions of habit, now become unexpectedly dear and sweet to know or to perform. So Tom Vanrevel, relieved of his hot uniform, loose as to collar, wearing a big dressing-gown, and stretched in a chair, watched the sunset from the western window of the dusty office, where he had dreamed through many sun-sets in summers past, and now took his leave of this old habit of his in silence, with a long cigar, considering the chances largely against his ever seeing the sun go down behind the long wooden bridge at the foot of Main Street again.
The ruins of the warehouses had been removed, and the river was laid clear to his sight; it ran between brown banks like a river of rubies, and, at the wharf, the small evening steamboat, ugly and grim enough to behold from near by, lay pink and lovely in that broad glow, tooting imminent departure, although an hour might elapse before it would back into the current. The sun widened, clung briefly to the horizon, and dropped behind the low hills beyond the bottom lands; the stream grew purple, then took on a l.u.s.tre of pearl as the stars came out, while rosy distances changed to misty blue; the chatter of the birds in the Main Street maples became quieter, and, through lessening little choruses of twittering, fell gradually to silence. And now the blue dusk crept on the town, and the corner drug-store window-lights threw mottled colors on the pavement. From the hall, outside the closed office-door, came the sound of quick, light footsteps; it was Crailey going out; but Tom only sighed to himself, and did not hail him. So these light footsteps of Crailey Gray echoed but a moment in the stairway and were heard no more.
A few moments later a tall figure, dressed from neck to heels in a gray cloak crossed the mottled lights, and disappeared into Carewe Street.
This cloaked person wore on his head a soldier"s cap, and Tom, not recognizing him surely, vaguely wondered why Tappingham Marsh chose to m.u.f.fle himself so warmly on a evening. He noted the quick, alert tread as like Marsh"s usual gait, but no suspicion crossed his mind that the figure might be that of partner.
A rocket went up from the Rouen House, then another, followed by a salvo of anvils and rackety discharge of small-arms; the beginning a n.o.ble display of fireworks in celebration of prospective victories of the United States and utter discomfiture of the Mexicans when the Rouen Volunteers should reach the seat of war, an Exhibition of patriotism which brought little pleasure to Mr. Vanrevel.
But over the noise of the street he heard his own name shouted from the stairway, and almost instantly a violent knocking a.s.sailed the door.
Be-fore he could bid the visitor enter, the door was flung open by a stout and excited colored woman, who, at sight of him, threw up her hands in tremulous thanksgiving. It was the vain Mamie.
She sank into a chair, and rocked herself to and fro, gasping to regain her lost breath. "Bless de good G.o.d "Imighty you am" gone out!" she panted. "I run an" I run, an" I come so fas" I got st.i.tches in de side f"um head to heel!"
Tom brought her a gla.s.s of water, which she drank between gasps.
"I nevah run so befo" enduin" my livin" days," she a.s.serted. "You knows me, who I am an" whum I c.u.m f"um, nigh"s well"s I knows who you is, I reckon, Maje" Vanrevel?"
"Yes, yes, I know. Will you tell me who sent you?"
"Miz Tanberry, suh, dat who sended me, an" in a venomous hurry she done de same!"
"Yes. Why? Does she want me?"
Mamie emitted a screech. ""Deed she mos" everlas"in"ly does not! Dat de ve"y exackindes" livin" t"ing she does not want!"
"Then what is it, Mamie?"
"Lemme git my bref, suh, an" you hole yo"ne whiles I tell you! She say to me, she say: "Is you "quainted Maje" Vanrevel, Mamie?" s" she, an" I up"n" ansuh, "Not to speak wid, but dey ain; none on "em I don" knows by sight, an" none betterer dan him," I say. Den she say, she say: "You run all de way an" fin" dat young man," she say, s" she, "an" if you don"
git dah fo" he leave, er don" stop him on de way, den G.o.d "imighty fergive you!" she say. "But you tell him f"um Jane Tanberry not to come nigh dis house or dis gyahden dis night! Tell him dat Jane Tanberry warn him he mus" keep outer Carewe"s way ontel he safe on de boat to-morrer.
Tell him Jane Tanberry beg him to stay in he own room dis night, an" dat she beg it on her bented knees!" An" dis she say to me when I tole her what Nelson see in dat house dis evenin". An" hyuh I is, an" hyuh yew is, an" de blessed Jesus be thank", you ir hyuh!"
Tom regarded her with a grave attention. "What made Mrs. Tanberry think I might be coming there to-night?"
"Dey"s cur"ous goin"s-on in dat house, suh! De young lady she ain" like herself; all de day long she wanduh up an" down an" roun" about. Miz Tanberry are a mighty guessifying woman, an" de minute I tell her what Nelse see, she s"pec" you a-comin" an" dat de boss mos" pintedly preparin" fo" it!"
"Can you make it a little clearer for me, Mamie? I"m afraid I don"t understand."
"Well, suh, you know dat ole man Nelson, he allays tell me ev"yt"ing he know, an" ev"yt"ing he think he know, ja.s.s de same, suh. An" dat ole Nelse, he mos" "sessful cull"d man in de worl" to crope roun" de house an" pick up de gossip an" git de "fo" an" behine er what"s goin" on. So "twas dat he see de boss, when he come in to"des evenin", tek dat heavy musket offn" de racks an" load an" clean her, an" he do it wid a mighty bad look "bout de mouf. Den he gone up to de cupoly an" lef" it dah, an"
den come down ag"in. Whiles dey all is eatin", he "nounce th"ee time"
dat he goin" be "way endu"in" de evenin". Den he gone out de front do", an" out de gates, an" down de street. Den, su, den, suh, "tain"t no mo"n a half-"n-"our ago, Nelse come to me an" say dat he see de boss come roun" de stable, keepin" close in by de shrubbery, an" crope in de ball-room win-der, w"ich is close to de groun", suh. Nelse "uz a cleanin" de harness in de back yo"d an" he let on not to see him, like.
Miss Betty, she walkin" in her gyahden an" Miz Tanberry fan" on de po"ch. Nelse, he slip de house whuh de lights ain" lit, an" stan" an"
listen long time in de liberry at de foot er dem sta"hs; an" he hyuh dat man move, suh! Den Nelse know dat he done crope up to de cupoly room an"--an" dat he settin" dah, waitin"! Soze he come an" tole me, an" I beg Miz Tanberry come in de kitchen, an" I shet de do" an" I tole her.
An" she sended me hyuh to you, suh. An" if you "uz a-goin", de good G.o.d "lmighty mus" er kep" you ontel I got hyuh!"
"No; I wasn"t going." Tom smiled upon her sadly. "I dare say there"s a simpler explanation. Don"t you suppose that if Nelson was right and Mr.
Carewe really did come back, it was because he did not wish his daughter and Mrs. Tanberry to know that--that he expected a party of friends, possibly, to join him there later?"
"What he doin" wid dat gun, suh? n.o.body goin" play cyahds ner frow dice wid a gun, is dey?" asked Mamie, as she rose and walked toward the door.
"Oh, that was probably by chance."