"What color is he?" asked Mr. Clayton, as he plied his knife and fork.
"I have a notion that he was rather dark--darker than any one I had ever danced with before."
"Why did you dance with him?" asked her father. "You were n"t obliged to go back on your principles because you were away from home."
"Well, father, "when you "re in Rome"--you know the rest. Mrs.
Clearweather introduced me to several dark men, to him among others.
They were her friends, and common decency required me to be courteous."
"If this man is black, we don"t want to encourage him. If he "s the right sort, we "ll invite him to the house."
"And make him feel at home," added Mrs. Clayton, on hospitable thoughts intent.
"We must ask Sadler about him to-morrow," said Mr. Clayton, when he had drunk his coffee and lighted his cigar. "If he "s the right man he shall have cause to remember his visit to Groveland. We "ll show him that Washington is not the only town on earth."
The uncertainty of the family with regard to Mr. Brown was soon removed.
Mr. Solomon Sadler, who was supposed to know everything worth knowing concerning the colored race, and everybody of importance connected with it, dropped in after supper to make an evening call. Sadler was familiar with the history of every man of negro ancestry who had distinguished himself in any walk of life. He could give the pedigree of Alexander Pushkin, the t.i.tles of scores of Dumas"s novels (even Sadler had not time to learn them all), and could recite the whole of Wendell Phillips"s lecture on Toussaint l"Ouverture. He claimed a personal acquaintance with Mr. Frederick Dougla.s.s, and had been often in Washington, where he was well known and well received in good colored society.
"Let me see," he said reflectively, when asked for information about the Honorable Hamilton M. Brown. "Yes, I think I know him. He studied at Oberlin just after the war. He was about leaving there when I entered.
There were two H.M. Browns there--a Hamilton M. Brown and a Henry M.
Brown. One was stout and dark and the other was slim and quite light; you could scarcely tell him from a dark white man. They used to call them "light Brown" and "dark Brown." I did n"t know either of them except by sight, for they were there only a few weeks after I went in.
As I remember them, Hamilton was the fair one--a very good-looking, gentlemanly fellow, and, as I heard, a good student and a fine speaker."
"Do you remember what kind of hair he had?" asked Mr. Clayton.
"Very good indeed; straight, as I remember it. He looked something like a Spaniard or a Portuguese."
"Now that you describe him," said Alice, "I remember quite well dancing with such a gentleman; and I "m wrong about my "H.M.B." The dark man must have been some one else; there are two others on my card that I can"t remember distinctly, and he was probably one of those."
"I guess he "s all right, Alice," said her father when Sadler had gone away. "He evidently means business, and we must treat him white. Of course he must stay with us; there are no hotels in Groveland while he is here. Let "s see--he "ll be here in three days. That is n"t very long, but I guess we can get ready. I "ll write a letter this afternoon--or you write it, and invite him to the house, and say I "ll meet him at the depot. And you may have _carte blanche_ for making the preparations."
"We must have some people to meet him."
"Certainly; a reception is the proper thing. Sit down immediately and write the letter and I "ll mail it first thing in the morning, so he "ll get it before he has time to make other arrangements. And you and your mother put your heads together and make out a list of guests, and I "ll have the invitations printed to-morrow. We will show the darkeys of Groveland how to entertain a Congressman."
It will be noted that in moments of abstraction or excitement Mr.
Clayton sometimes relapsed into forms of speech not entirely consistent with his principles. But some allowance must be made for his atmosphere; he could no more escape from it than the leopard can change his spots, or the--In deference to Mr. Clayton"s feelings the quotation will be left incomplete.
Alice wrote the letter on the spot and it was duly mailed, and sped on its winged way to Washington.
The preparations for the reception were made as thoroughly and elaborately as possible on so short a notice. The invitations were issued; the house was cleaned from attic to cellar; an orchestra was engaged for the evening; elaborate floral decorations were planned and the flowers ordered. Even the refreshments, which ordinarily, in the household of a caterer, would be mere matter of familiar detail, became a subject of serious consultation and study.
The approaching event was a matter of very much interest to the fortunate ones who were honored with invitations, and this for several reasons. They were anxious to meet this sole representative of their race in the --th Congress, and as he was not one of the old-line colored leaders, but a new star risen on the political horizon, there was a special curiosity to see who he was and what he looked like. Moreover, the Claytons did not often entertain a large company, but when they did, it was on a scale commensurate with their means and position, and to be present on such an occasion was a thing to remember and to talk about.
And, most important consideration of all, some remarks dropped by members of the Clayton family had given rise to the rumor that the Congressman was seeking a wife. This invested his visit with a romantic interest, and gave the reception a practical value; for there were other marriageable girls besides Miss Clayton, and if one was left another might be taken.
III
On the evening of April 3d, at fifteen minutes of six o"clock, Mr.
Clayton, accompanied by Jack, entered the livery carriage waiting at his gate and ordered the coachman to drive to the Union Depot. He had taken Jack along, partly for company, and partly that Jack might relieve the Congressman of any trouble about his baggage, and make himself useful in case of emergency. Jack was willing enough to go, for he had foreseen in the visitor a rival for Alice"s hand,--indeed he had heard more or less of the subject for several days,--and was glad to make a reconnaissance before the enemy arrived upon the field of battle. He had made--at least he had thought so--considerable progress with Alice during the three weeks since her return from Washington, and once or twice Alice had been perilously near the tender stage. This visit had disturbed the situation and threatened to ruin his chances; but he did not mean to give up without a struggle.
Arrived at the main entrance, Mr. Clayton directed the carriage to wait, and entered the station with Jack. The Union Depot at Groveland was an immense oblong structure, covering a dozen parallel tracks and furnishing terminal pa.s.senger facilities for half a dozen railroads. The tracks ran east and west, and the depot was entered from the south, at about the middle of the building. On either side of the entrance, the waiting-rooms, refreshment rooms, baggage and express departments, and other administrative offices, extended in a row for the entire length of the building; and beyond them and parallel with them stretched a long open s.p.a.ce, separated from the tracks by an iron fence or _grille_.
There were two entrance gates in the fence, at which tickets must be shown before access could be had to trains, and two other gates, by which arriving pa.s.sengers came out.
Mr. Clayton looked at the blackboard on the wall underneath the station clock, and observed that the 7.30 train from Washington was five minutes late. Accompanied by Jack he walked up and down the platform until the train, with the usual accompaniment of panting steam and clanging bell and rumbling trucks, pulled into the station, and drew up on the third or fourth track from the iron railing. Mr. Clayton stationed himself at the gate nearest the rear end of the train, reasoning that the Congressman would ride in a parlor car, and would naturally come out by the gate nearest the point at which he left the train.
"You "d better go and stand by the other gate, Jack," he said to his companion, "and stop him if he goes out that way."
The train was well filled and a stream of pa.s.sengers poured through.
Mr. Clayton scanned the crowd carefully as they approached the gate, and scrutinized each pa.s.senger as he came through, without seeing any one that met the description of Congressman Brown, as given by Sadler, or any one that could in his opinion be the gentleman for whom he was looking. When the last one had pa.s.sed through he was left to the conclusion that his expected guest had gone out by the other gate. Mr.
Clayton hastened thither.
"Did n"t he come out this way, Jack?" he asked.
"No, sir," replied the young man, "I have n"t seen him."
"That "s strange," mused Mr. Clayton, somewhat anxiously. "He would hardly fail to come without giving us notice. Surely we must have missed him. We "d better look around a little. You go that way and I "ll go this."
Mr. Clayton turned and walked several rods along the platform to the men"s waiting-room, and standing near the door glanced around to see if he could find the object of his search. The only colored person in the room was a stout and very black man, wearing a broadcloth suit and a silk hat, and seated a short distance from the door. On the seat by his side stood a couple of valises. On one of them, the one nearest him, on which his arm rested, was written, in white letters, plainly legible,----
"H.M. Brown, M.C.
Washington, D.C."
Mr. Clayton"s feelings at this discovery can better be imagined than described. He hastily left the waiting-room, before the black gentleman, who was looking the other way, was even aware of his presence, and, walking rapidly up and down the platform, communed with himself upon what course of action the situation demanded. He had invited to his house, had come down to meet, had made elaborate preparations to entertain on the following evening, a light-colored man,--a white man by his theory, an acceptable guest, a possible husband for his daughter, an avowed suitor for her hand. If the Congressman had turned out to be brown, even dark brown, with fairly good hair, though he might not have desired him as a son-in-law, yet he could have welcomed him as a guest.
But even this softening of the blow was denied him, for the man in the waiting-room was palpably, aggressively black, with p.r.o.nounced African features and woolly hair, without apparently a single drop of redeeming white blood. Could he, in the face of his well-known principles, his lifelong rule of conduct, take this negro into his home and introduce him to his friends? Could he subject his wife and daughter to the rude shock of such a disappointment? It would be bad enough for them to learn of the ghastly mistake, but to have him in the house would be twisting the arrow in the wound.
Mr. Clayton had the instincts of a gentleman, and realized the delicacy of the situation. But to get out of his difficulty without wounding the feelings of the Congressman required not only diplomacy but dispatch.
Whatever he did must be done promptly; for if he waited many minutes the Congressman would probably take a carriage and be driven to Mr.
Clayton"s residence.
A ray of hope came for a moment to illumine the gloom of the situation.
Perhaps the black man was merely sitting there, and not the owner of the valise! For there were two valises, one on each side of the supposed Congressman. For obvious reasons he did not care to make the inquiry himself, so he looked around for his companion, who came up a moment later.
"Jack," he exclaimed excitedly, "I "m afraid we "re in the worst kind of a hole, unless there "s some mistake! Run down to the men"s waiting-room and you "ll see a man and a valise, and you "ll understand what I mean.
Ask that darkey if he is the Honorable Mr. Brown, Congressman from South Carolina. If he says yes, come back right away and let me know, without giving him time to ask any questions, and put your wits to work to help me out of the sc.r.a.pe."
"I wonder what "s the matter?" said Jack to himself, but did as he was told. In a moment he came running back.
"Yes, sir," he announced; "he says he "s the man."
"Jack," said Mr. Clayton desperately, "if you want to show your appreciation of what I "ve done for you, you must suggest some way out of this. I "d never dare to take that negro to my house, and yet I "m obliged to treat him like a gentleman."
Jack"s eyes had worn a somewhat reflective look since he had gone to make the inquiry. Suddenly his face brightened with intelligence, and then, as a newsboy ran into the station calling his wares, hardened into determination.
"Clarion, special extry "dition! All about de epidemic er dipt"eria!"
clamored the newsboy with shrill childish treble, as he made his way toward the waiting-room. Jack darted after him, and saw the man to whom he had spoken buy a paper. He ran back to his employer, and dragged him over toward the ticket-seller"s window.