Going into the troop office the day after his return, Davies was surprised to see a dark-eyed, dark-haired, rather handsome young soldier at the clerk"s desk. He recognized him as one of the recruits whom he had brought out in July, but of whom he had seen very little during the campaign.
"That"s our new company clerk," said Hastings. "One of Differs"s latest pets. There are better clerks and better men in the troop. He relieved a better man when he sent Moran up to the agency. But what Devers is driving at is past finding out. There"s been a total shaking up since that--well, since the campaign."
And that this was true Davies could see for himself. Never having known the troop, except in the field on the worst of campaigns, it took him a few days to become accustomed to the change. Some of the most prominent of the troop sergeants were still on duty with it, but in their spick-and-span uniforms and clean-shaven cheeks and chins he found them greatly altered. The first sergeant was the same, and the relationship between him and the captain seemed closer than ever. Haney recognized no middleman in his dealings with the troop commander, and had long been allowed to consider himself as of far more importance than a junior lieutenant, a theory in which, perhaps, there was much to sustain him.
The manner of this magnate to the two subalterns, therefore, was just a trifle independent. Two veteran corporals had stepped up to an additional stripe vice Daly killed and McGrath missing in September.
Some new corporals had been "made." None of those whom Davies best knew and most noticed during the summer were among them. He missed two or three of the old hands and asked for them. Sergeant Lutz had gone to the agency. Corporal O"Brien had been reduced for a spree on the home-coming and was serving as private in Boynton"s detachment, and Privates Sercomb and Riley were up there, too. The resultant vacancies in the troop had been filled by raw recruits who were being energetically licked into shape.
When Cranston was asked why he supposed it had pleased Captain Devers to send a recruit like Brannan up to the bleak and unwholesome life at the agency, Cranston replied by saying, "Differs said it was to keep him out of harm"s way. Up there he couldn"t get liquor, down here he could."
When Davies asked if Brannan had shown a disposition to drink since getting back from the campaign, Cranston again used Devers"s authority.
"Differs said he had,--two or three times." But when Cranston wrote to Boynton, Boynton replied that young Brannan declared that he had been totally abstemious since the day after they reached the post. The day of their coming in, he arrived half frozen and all tired out, as he had been kept back on wagon guard, and he was offered liquor by Sergeant Haney himself, and drank several times, and was wretchedly ill all the next day as a consequence,--so ill that it frightened him, and he swore off more solemnly than before. Hastings said, in fact, that there was a set in "A" troop, a clique that "stood in" with the first sergeant and some of his favorites, and that no man outside of it could hope for recognition and no one in it fear punishment. Brannan was not in it.
It was a Wednesday night, as has been said, that Davies arrived, and not until the following Wednesday could they be installed in their quarters, which were being simply but prettily furnished. Private Barnickel had a.s.sumed the duties of striker, and Mrs. Maloney"s strapping daughter Katty was now presiding in Boynton"s kitchen as cook and maid-of-all-work. A tenant had been found for the old house at home, who was to pay a certain rental to Squire Quimby, which sum was to be supplemented by a monthly payment from his son-in-law"s scanty purse.
"We must live very simply and economically, my wife," said Davies. "At the very least it will take me two whole years to pay princ.i.p.al and interest and set us foot free; but we have few other debts. We can be warm and comfortable. You have all the clothing you will be apt to need for a good while, and I will get along with what I have." And Mira had received the suggestion with all wifely grace. They went to chapel together that first crisp, sunshiny, wintry Sunday, and all Fort Scott--at least all that happened to be there a.s.sembled--remarked on Almira"s rich color--and furs--and on Davies"s reverent manner. He was the only man in the little congregation who actually knelt. The old chaplain rejoiced that afternoon when the tall lieutenant came in at Sunday-school, and, taking immediate charge of the most turbulent of his cla.s.ses,--the big boys,--held them both interested and respectful until the close of the session. Almira came too, and made an impression on the juvenile minds of some of the laundresses" children, who studied her pretty face and new hat and garments with close attention; but it gave her a headache and she would rather not go to the evening service, she said,--a service held more especially for the benefit of the soldiers and their families, and but spa.r.s.ely attended otherwise. Davies went, however, and when he came home to their temporary quarters, found Almira, all animation, chatting with Mrs. Flight and Mrs. Darling, to whom she had been showing the contents of her big trunk. They were called for presently by Mr. Sanders and his cla.s.smate Jervis, both of whom had known the "Parson" in his cadet days, but from the somewhat immeasurable alt.i.tude of a two years" start, yet they were the younger looking now, gay, debonair bachelors, pillars of the social gatherings at the post and most delightful partners, and, having completed their duties with tattoo roll-call, they were now in search of these reigning belles and an opportunity to talk over the hop projected for the coming Wednesday night. Of course Mrs. Davies would come, said Jervis, but Sanders"s warning kick brought him to consciousness. "At least I hope--we all hope you"ll very soon be able to attend our parties, Mrs.
Davies. I suppose you"ve reformed the Parson and taught him to waltz."
Mira looked at her husband, and she knew not just what to say.
Davies smiled gravely and said no, he feared that he was too old and awkward to learn even at the Point, but that Mrs. Davies was very fond of dancing, and by and by, perhaps, they would attend. Then the chat flowed merrily on, of the lovely time that they had all enjoyed,--that is, the garrison people had enjoyed all summer, and the pleasant a.s.sociations they had formed with the gentlemen from town, and how much lovelier it would be now. And while they were talking, through the thin part.i.tion which separated Mr. Boynton"s official and personal quarters from those of Lieutenant and Adjutant Leonard there came the sound of sacred music,--Mrs. Leonard at her piano, her clear, true voice blending with the deep resonant ba.s.s of her soldier husband and the sweet treble of the children, and Davies stopped to listen. It was a hymn his father loved, one they often sang at the old church at home,--
"Son of my soul, Thou Saviour dear."
It brought sweet and sacred memories. It spoke of home and holy influences, of mother love and father"s blessing and children"s hope and faith. It filled his heart with reverence and his eyes with tears. The babble and chat for an instant were silenced, and then Mrs. Darling spoke.
"The worst of these army quarters is that you can hear just what"s going on next door; but," she added, cheerfully, "you"ll soon be where you won"t be bothered on one side, at least."
Sanders gave a queer, quick glance at the speaker and then at Davies.
Jervis plunged into an immediate rhapsody on the subject of Mrs.
Leonard"s children, whom he declared to be the best little beggars he ever knew, unless it was Cranston"s. "Of course," he added, diplomatically, "I can safely praise them in your presence, ladies, as you have none of your own."
Then conversation languished, for Davies was silent and Mrs. Davies uninspired. The visitors left and went laughing down the row, their gay voices ringing in the frosty air.
"How long had they been here, dear?" asked Davies as he returned to the fireside.
"The ladies? Oh, I don"t know. Quite a little while. They were so interested in everything,--so friendly. I quite forgot my headache while they were here. Now it seems to be coming on again, and if you don"t mind I think I won"t sit up,--unless somebody else is coming."
"There will hardly be any more callers to-night," he answered, gravely.
"If your head aches you might be better for going early to bed, and I will sit here and read awhile."
But the wandering thoughts refused to be chained to the page before him.
His heart was full and vaguely troubled. "I shall be better for a turn in the cold air," he thought, and so, throwing his cape over his shoulders, he quietly left the house.
It was just after ten, a still, sparkling winter"s night. Across the snowy level of the parade the long rows of wooden barracks lay dark and silent, no lights burning except in the window of some company office or first sergeant"s room. Those were the days of "early to bed and early to rise," and every man was supposed to be sleeping by ten so as to be up and doing stable duty--or nothing--at dawn. Officers and ladies, the privileged cla.s.s of the army, made their own regulations as to domestic hours of retiring. The enlisted man slept or was supposed to sleep "by order." Mr. Davies, finding it essential to his comfort to sally forth and imbibe free air, had no one to say him nay,--Mrs. Davies having retired,--and might wander the live-long night about the post at will.
Trooper Blaney or Private Rentz, on the contrary, might toss for hours on sleepless pillow, and could only grin and bear it. It meant so many dollars "blind," or such other punishment as a court-martial might inflict to a soldier caught out of barracks after the sound of the signal to extinguish lights.
Already, in the quarters of his next-door neighbor, the adjutant, the parlor was darkened, and except for the studious head of the family, now poring over some precious volume in the privacy of his den, the household had gone aloft. Davies paused a moment, irresolute. To his right the walk extended only a short distance. There were but two more houses. To his left lay the main length of the line,--the colonel"s, the surgeon"s, the cavalry commander"s, and most of the captains".
Cranston"s roof, however, was one of the two to the right, and thither Davies turned. Dim lights were burning in the little army parlor, as he could see through the half-drawn curtain. A shadow flitted across the dormer window above him,--Mrs. Cranston"s. The other windows in the upper floor were dark. He wanted to go in and commune with Cranston, the man of all others whom he most liked, but he shrank from ringing their bell at so late an hour. Elsewhere along the row many a window was brilliantly illuminated and the social life of the post seemed in full flow. The Cranstons were home-keeping folk as a rule, "not at all sociable," said some of the dames of the Fortieth, and yet they were highly regarded throughout the garrison.
Except for a mere bow, as they were going to morning service, he had not met Mrs. Cranston or Miss Loomis since the dinner of Thursday evening,--the evening of Almira"s provincial display of endearments, for between Katty and Striker Barnickel they had been enabled to breakfast at Boynton"s quarters, and had lunched and dined elsewhere among the many hospitably disposed throughout the garrison. Davies wanted to see and talk with the captain, but to-night he shrank unaccountably from meeting either of the ladies. It is under such circ.u.mstances that many a man finds Fate unkind. Even as he stood there the hall door flew open and a bright beam from the astral lamp within shot athwart the road. A blithe voice called back in answer to some presumable remonstrance.
"What nonsense, Margaret! I can run over there as well as not and be back in a moment." The door closed, and m.u.f.fled in her long fur-lined cloak, Miss Loomis was at the gate. "Why! Mr. Davies!" she exclaimed in surprise.
"I was just wondering whether I might venture to ring and ask for the captain," he hesitatingly said. "I wanted very much to see him."
"Captain Cranston is out. That is how it happens that _I_ am going out,"
she spoke, with prompt and cheery tone. "Old Sergeant Fritz is very low to-night, and you"ll find the captain there," and she indicated the way to the married men"s quarters over to the southwest. "I have to run over to the hospital, for Louis"s cough is very troublesome, and we happened to be entirely out of medicine."
"Well, my talk with the captain can wait, Miss Loomis. Let me be your orderly for to-night. What can I get for you?"
"Indeed you shall not!" she answered, with quick decision. "I"m accustomed to doing my own errands. Good-night." And with that she turned independently away to where the dim lights in the hospital glimmered at the eastward.
"Then your ex-patient may at least trot along as escort," said he, as promptly placing himself by her side and, army fashion, tendering his arm.
"No, thank you," she answered, resolutely m.u.f.fling her cloak about her and rebelling against the rising impulse of vexation, "I do not need support, and indeed, Mr. Davies, I need no escort. I"m quite accustomed to going about the post by myself. I--I would very much rather you went on to see Captain Cranston, as was your intention."
"And I would very much rather walk with you to the hospital," he answered, with calm decision. "Come."
She had stopped as though striving to dismiss him from her side, but he ignored her wishes entirely. His lips were curving into something very like a smile of amus.e.m.e.nt, and it nettled her.
"To be perfectly frank with you, Mr. Davies, I wish now that I had made a reconnoissance before venturing out so boldly. If there is anything I hate it is this idea of burdening a man with escort duty. Just as though one needed to be guarded at every step. It is the dependence of the thing I despise,--a dependence that is entirely forced upon us."
"Well, so long as the escort is not forced upon you, I hope you will not despise it. I am going with you because, as it"s after taps, you may need help in rousing the steward. He was up all last night, I"m told, with Fritz, and may be abed now."
And so her protests, not her scruples, were silenced. Down the row they rapidly walked, under the sparkling heavens, through the keen, exhilarating air of the wintry prairie, pa.s.sing, door by door, the quarters of the officers of the garrison, some still brightly lighted, others dark and silent. She was talking fast and with a nervous impulse as they hurried by the colonel"s, the broad portals of whose official residence were just then thrown open to admit another party to join the little circle sure every evening to be surrounding Mrs. Stone, and welcoming voices and laughter floated out on the night. The moment before they pa.s.sed the gate whence he had issued forth barely three minutes earlier. The hall light burned low as he left it, the parlor shades were down. Almira presumably was nursing her headache in the sanct.i.ty of the chamber at the rear. Boynton"s upper story was occupied by a junior subaltern of the Fortieth, who was believed to sleep there at odd hours, but was generally to be found almost anywhere else.
"Mrs. Davies looked so well to-day," remarked Miss Loomis. "I hope she finds her welcome pleasant."
"She is very well, except for a headache that sent her early to bed to-night," he answered. "And her welcome from everybody has been most kind and cordial, and from none more so than from Mrs. Cranston and yourself. You are always adding to the obligations I am under."
"I shall quarrel with you some day if you talk of obligations, Mr.
Davies. But I"m so sorry to hear of her headache," she went on, quickly, as though to prevent argument on the point. "The chapel does get very hot and stuffy by evening service. Ought they not to air it after Sunday-school?"
"It would be a good plan. But my wife did not go to-night. Her headache began earlier in the day. I thought the close atmosphere of the chapel would only increase it and so counselled her remaining home."
He remembered, however, that he had counselled her going early to bed, but found her engrossed in her volatile callers on his return. It was all very natural. Upon spirits like Almira"s, communion with such gay and frothy natures acted like champagne. He was trying to believe he was glad she could be so readily benefited. The houses grew darker as they approached the east end. Even the hall lamp was extinguished at Devers"s quarters, though there were lights aloft. Devers had a storm-door, another instance of his individuality, as even the colonel"s quarters were not so embellished. It was a perfectly still night, not a whiff of wind astir, and yet Davies could have sworn the storm-door swung slowly open a foot or so as they neared the gate, then suddenly shut to. What was more, he felt that his companion had seen and noted the same circ.u.mstance, for she drew an instant closer to his side, then as quickly seemed to recollect herself and edged away.
Davies looked back over his shoulder. So certain was he that the storm-door had been opened and closed by some unseen hand within the wooden casing that he would have turned to investigate, but for his companion. He could not well leave her. They had now reached the east end, right in front of the set of quarters which were so soon to be his own. The hospital loomed up dark and ma.s.sive across an open s.p.a.ce two hundred yards away. Only a narrow foot-path had been cleared from the end of the sidewalk to the main entrance of the big building. He had not thought to put on his over-shoes, and so, letting Miss Loomis lead, Davies fell behind. Now that they were away from ear-shot of the quarters their talk languished. Davies at least was thinking of that mysterious door and wondering if he should not have looked into the matter then and there. Now it was too late. If some garrison prowler were the cause, he had doubtless by this time taken alarm and slipped away; if Captain Devers or any of his household were the "power behind,"
then it was none of Davies"s business. Hurrying up the creaking, snapping steps of the hospital, they found the office-door locked. "I more than suspected you would need me," said Davies. "Will you wait one moment?" He tiptoed away through the long corridor, found the drowsy attendant in the big ward, and learned that the steward had gone to his little home in Sudstown, but would return in five minutes. It was nearer fifteen when he came, and meantime Miss Loomis and her escort seated themselves in the warm corridor and chatted in low tone as befitted the time and place. In one of the little wards a suffering soldier was moaning, evidently in penance for recent spree, and weakly imploring drink of a stolid nurse.
"Don"t make a fellow mad with misery," they heard him plead. "You know where to get it. You know it"s worse than h.e.l.l to have to choke off short."
"Of course I do," was the brutal answer. "If I"d never knew it before, I"d learned it that night on the train when you could have sent me help and wouldn"t."
"My G.o.d, Paine! you asked me to steal from the captain"s flask. I simply ask for what"s my own----"
But the voice was suddenly hushed, for, springing to his feet, Mr.
Davies hurried to the door. "Who is this--who have you here?" he asked.
"You--you? Brannan!"
And then, as a slender, graceful, womanly shape came noiselessly in and appeared by the lieutenant"s side, quivering, shaking in an agony of shame and misery and nervousness, the lonely patient threw himself over towards the wall, and burying his distorted face in his arms, burst into a pa.s.sion of tears, the attendant meantime slinking out into the hall.