But Mrs. Darling rose to the occasion. From having been first favorite in Scott social circles up to the time of Mira"s coming she, with Mrs.
Stone and Mrs. Flight, was struggling now for second place. She felt constrained to remind Mira that she was now a soldier"s wife, and should share a soldier"s lot, especially a lot that included furnished quarters. Other women had gone or were going to live in the log huts, and it would never do to have it said of her, of Almira Davies, that she had shrunk from joining her husband at the agency when everything--everything was provided. Everything wasn"t provided, by any means, but in the largeness of her convictions woman sometimes drifts to breadth of statement. The interview with Mrs. Darling proved but cold comfort to poor Mira. She went homewards through the chill gloaming with restless heart. There was a little parcel lying on her table, securely wrapped and sealed. The post ambulance driver brought it out from Braska, said Katty, "an" there was no address, "twas only to be left for Mrs. Davies," and Katty fain would have followed her mistress into her chamber to see it opened, but Mira closed the door before she cut the string. It contained some exquisite double violets and a tiny note sealed as carefully as was the box.
Before tattoo Mrs. Flight and other ladies hastened in to offer their congratulations. They were desolated at the thought of losing Mrs.
Davies, but rejoiced with her that she was so soon to be comfortably housed with her devoted husband at the agency, and Mira"s cheeks were flaming, her eyes, full of a feverish excitement, flitted from one to another. She had but very, very little to say. She was glad, oh, yes, so glad, though it was dreadful to leave Fort Scott, where so many people had been so kind to her,--dreadful.
This was about the 20th and the general situation of affairs was somewhat complicated. The bureau, resuming control over the Indians rea.s.sembled at the agency, conferred no longer with the general who had gathered them in, and for whose naked word they had more respect than for all the formal treaties of agents or inspectors, but contented itself with sending curt, crisp orders signed, however reluctantly, by his superiors at Washington. The general, leaving matters at Ogallalla where he had no influence, had gone after other malcontent braves in a far corner of Wyoming. Colonel Peleg was beginning to evince a desire to resume command, despite Rooke"s knitted brows and reluctant answers. An official from Sheridan"s headquarters had just paid informal visit to Scott, had had long talks with Stone, Leonard, and the chaplain, and a very short one with the plausible Devers, and had gone back to Chicago.
He arrived at Scott within four days of Cranston"s departure for the agency, and within five of the re incarceration of Trooper Brannan on charge of night prowling. He made very brief examination in Leonard"s office of Sergeants Haney and Finucane, Corporal Boyd and Trooper Howard, who were witnesses, so Devers said, to the frequent absences of Trooper Brannan from quarters during the dead hours of the night, and their expert testimony seemed to be given with much reluctance and to be received with equal incredulity. He asked of Devers what his reasons were for refusing to forward Brannan"s application for transfer to Cranston"s troop, and Devers, much disturbed to find that this was known, hesitated in his reply. He said he had not refused, he had merely taken time to consider. The man had given him much trouble. Some officers considered it all right for a captain under such circ.u.mstances to shunt a reprobate off on some other company commander, but he differed with them. He wanted to know something of the man"s antecedents. "Well," said the aide-de-camp, "Cranston knows all about them and is willing to take him. You might relieve yourself of any feeling of punctilio on that score."
"Then Captain Cranston is your informant in this business, colonel,"
said Devers, with an attempt at a sneer.
"Not at all," said the aide-de-camp, placidly. "Brannan"s mother told us all about it. She is a very superior woman, and we dine there occasionally."
Devers stared blankly at the speaker just a moment, half incredulous, half resentful, then at last he realized that it was no pleasantry on the part of his visitor and, for once in his life, collapsed entirely.
That night Brannan was released and bidden to go to his troop and be patient. This time there was no doubt of his application being forwarded to regimental head-quarters, and there"s no doubt, said the chaplain, who had a talk with him within an hour of his restoration to duty, that a week would see him _en route_ to join Cranston"s troop at Ogallalla.
Devers was still commanding officer of the post, however, and gave the chaplain to understand that so long as the man remained at Scott the interests of discipline required that there should be no exhibition of exuberant triumph on his part or of further interference on the part of his spiritual sympathizers. He hated the chaplain by this time as much as he feared Cranston. Something had told him that the aide-de-camp"s visit meant that the toils were tightening, and that even though the Gray Fox was away his great superior, the lieutenant-general, had an eye on the situation and an ear for the stories of his defamers. Devers felt that the inspector came because of sudden and direct appeal from Brannan"s friends. He could not longer attribute it to Davies. Well, it would take a week or ten days anyhow before Brannan"s orders could come, and a week was a long time to a man with a treacherous thirst.
But what Devers only suspected and did not know was that in the long consultation with Leonard that officer gave, by request, his version of the altercation which had taken place between himself and Devers, and of the events leading up to it. The staff officer brought with him the original report of the investigation made of the Antelope Springs affair and Devers"s topographical sketch of the ground, trails and all, and Leonard"s black eyes burned as he studied it. The aide-de-camp had some social calls to pay and left these papers in Leonard"s hands while he was gone. "I have made a tracing of that map, colonel," said the adjutant, when after two hours the official returned. "I hope you don"t object. I know you can"t leave the originals with me."
"That"s all right," was the answer. "Say, Leonard, who"s that young cit with the swell team who came to take Mrs. Davies sleighing? I didn"t catch the name."
"His name"s Willett," said Leonard, briefly.
"What"s he doing here?"
"Cattle."
"Cattle in Braska, perhaps, but here, I mean."
"I don"t know," said Leonard to the officer. "I wish I did," said Leonard to himself. "If I did--I"d smash him."
Mr. Langston had driven out to the post with Willett that afternoon. He had other calls to pay, and this was Sat.u.r.day, a favorite day for visiting at Braska. The Cranstons" house was topsy-turvy, everybody in the midst of packing, but Langston had a box of _bon-bons_ which the ladies, or the boys, might enjoy as reminders of Chicago, and he rang.
Miss Loomis herself, in cap and ap.r.o.n, opened the door. Her shapely, soft white hands were covered with the dust of books and papers she had been busily storing in the boxes, and her face flushed, just a bit, at sight of her visitor.
"I cannot shake hands with you, Mr. Langston, and, as you see, we"re all at work, but welcome in. I"ll call Mrs. Cranston."
"No. Don"t," he said, hurriedly. "I only came to offer these trifles. I heard you were all busy packing and had hoped to hear that, after all, you were not going up to that forsaken spot. Is it true?"
"Certainly. Wherever Captain Cranston goes there goes his wife, and where she goes to live is my home and duty."
He stood looking steadfastly into her brave, beautiful face. He was tall and stalwart: she almost Juno-like in the grandeur of her form. He could not conceal the admiration that glowed in his eyes. He could not, dare not speak so soon the thoughts that had been surging in his brain, springing up from his very heart. What would he not give could she but accept the offer he longed to lay at her feet, that of a name, a love, a home wherein she should reign as queen, not live as a dependent. Such silences are eloquent. She turned quickly away. "Louis, tell mother Mr.
Langston has come out to say good-by," said she, and Mrs. Cranston, not ten feet away, these being army quarters, had to appear.
"I didn"t mean to say good-by here exactly," said Langston. "I rather planned to see you. I thought perhaps you"d honor me by breakfasting or lunching with me in Braska on your way," he said, hesitatingly. "They tell me ladies often----"
"Well, we go direct. Ours is the through express, Mr. Langston," said Mrs. Cranston, laughing, "and it"s a hotel car we travel by. Braska is some distance off the air line."
"Braska doesn"t seem to have been in your line at any time," he said, after a moment"s pause. "I hear of frequent visits on the part of the other ladies, many of them, but you never honor us."
"Oh, we sometimes go there for shopping."
"But to Cresswell"s, I mean, for luncheon or supper. They say he gives a very creditable spread, and as quite a number of the ladies go there at times, and Willett and Burtis have a little party there to-night in honor of some of your friends, I thought I might persuade you; but--of course--if you do not go that way," he concluded, vaguely.
"No, thank you, Mr. Langston, we do not--go that way."
"But I shall see you, both, again before you start, I hope," he said, addressing Mrs. Cranston, but palpably appealing to Miss Loomis in the weakness of a strong man deeply in love.
"It will be a pleasure," said Margaret, cordially. She wished him to come. She meant him to come. She saw and forgave the wandering eyes. He might come any day he pleased before the 25th. There would still be a box or a trunk for him to sit on; but now, she concluded, artfully, she must get right back to the boys a minute. They were trying on some clothes that had just come from home, and she"d return very soon. So saying she vanished. It was half an hour before she reappeared, and Langston was on his knees in the parlor--packing books. It was the sweetest work he had known in years.
But when he was finally gone Margaret turned impulsively to Agatha. "Do you think it possible that--that she _can_ be going there--with him--to-night? No matter who else goes. She cannot realize what she"s doing. Would you go--should I go to see her?"
Miss Loomis stood at the window, leaning her forehead against the cold pane and gazing silently out over the snowy expanse of the parade. "You would be too late, Margaret," she answered, presently, and drew back from the folds of the heavy curtain, and Mrs. Cranston seemed to read in her companion"s face what was coming along the road.
Two double sleighs drove briskly past the window. First came Stone"s old swan-head behind his sedate team of bays, but from a perfect nest of robes and furs a gay party waved their hands in laughing salutation.
Mrs. Stone and Mrs. Flight on the back seat, Messrs. Darling and Tommy Dot opposite them in the body of the sleigh. Captain Pollock in the driver"s perch with a fair companion whose husband was still detained at the agency, but wanted her to have the best time possible instead of moping at home. Then came Willett"s stylish sleigh and team, Sanders on the back seat with Mrs. Darling, Almira blooming in her accustomed place by "Phaeton"s" side. She neither bowed nor kissed her hand to Cranston"s window, but smiled sweetly up into her companion"s eyes.
Mr. Langston, meantime, was dining at the officers" mess, and presently when Mrs. Leonard came over to see if she could not help her neighbor a trifle in her packing, she unfolded some of the details of the Braska plan. Messrs. Burtis and Willett desired to entertain some of their fort friends in town; Colonel "Pegleg" was the only man at the post who owned a sleigh; Mrs. Stone was invited as a matter of course, and accepted, provided the colonel felt well enough to let her go, and it was duly settled that six of the party should go in her sleigh. The rest was easily arranged. Langston was only too glad to go out with Willett and spend the hours until the return of the party in calling and dining at the post, hoping thereby to obtain more than one glance at and more than a few words with Miss Loomis. It was nearly sundown when they started.
It would be eleven before they got back. Long before that hour the lights in Cranston"s quarters were out and all was silence and peace.
Langston, strolling by after making his evening calls, looked long, as lovers will, at the window of the room he knew to be hers, then went resignedly over to the store and took a hand with the officers at a game for which at other times he had no use whatever,--pool. He had to do something to while away the time until the sleigh-bells came tinkling back, and that seemed to be the only thing going.
But midnight came before the foremost sleigh. Pollock safely tooled his party into the post as the twelve o"clock call was going the rounds. Oh, they had had a blissful time! a glorious time! Such a delightful supper,--partridges and celery and all manner of dainties from Chicago, and such oyster patties! to say nothing of Roederer _ad libitum_. Then they had danced, and then they had more supper, and then started home.
Willett would be along in a minute.
But ten, twenty minutes sped and no Willett. Pegleg"s horses, being homeward bound, had possibly made phenomenal time, and Willett, probably, was in no hurry. "It"s about his last chance to have Mrs.
Davies beside him," laughed Mrs. Stone, "so he"s making the most of it."
It was 12.30 when at last the bells of the New Yorker"s sleigh were heard tinkling faintly at the corner, and presently the party came slowly into view. Only three now, and three silent, embarra.s.sed if not evidently agitated people, for they seemed to whip up and hurry by the little knot of anxious faces gathered at the colonel"s gate.
"Where"s Mr. Sanders?" was the cry.
"Tell you in a minute!" shouted Willett, as he drove straight by to No.
12, where he sprang out, lifted Mira from the sleigh and almost bore her to the gate, Mrs. Darling following. Already Mr. Darling was hastening up the road to join his wife. At the door Willett simply had to turn back to his spirited team, as they were standing unhitched, and Mrs.
Darling disappeared with Mira into the hall.
"Where"s Sanders? What kept you?" panted Darling, hastening up.
"Hush! Don"t make any fuss," muttered Willett. "He jumped out half a mile back. Some drunken men, or soldiers perhaps, gave us a little trouble. I"m going back after him now."
"Hold on one minute till I see my wife and I"ll go with you," sang out Darling, as he ran into the house, where Mira had sunk nerveless into a big chair and was wildly imploring Mrs. Darling not to leave her.
CHAPTER XXII.
The Cranstons were ready to start on the 23d, but nothing was in readiness at Mrs. Davies"s. On the contrary, that lovely and most interesting young woman was, according to her own account, as transmitted to the garrison by her now devoted friend and nurse, Mrs.
Darling, in a state of prostration and could do nothing at all. Mr.
Davies had been telegraphed for and was coming, and Dr. Rooke said she must be kept very quiet meanwhile,--so at least Mrs. Darling reported to sympathetic friends who called to inquire and possibly hoped to see.