He paid his bill at the hotel--with further erosion of the bank-account--and took the Subway and the ferry to Governor"s Island.
The first sentinel he encountered recognized him for an officer by his shoulders and his carriage; and, halting on his post at just the right distance, faced outward and presented arms with decorative rigidity. As Forbes" hand went to the brim of his derby hat it felt a vizor there, and his heart went up in thanks. And his eyes went to the colors!--the little piece of wrinkling sky in the corner and the red stripes swimming in luxurious curves.
Next Forbes noted a doting smile half hidden by a saluting hand. It was a sergeant who had served with him in the Philippines; the very man Forbes had been shouting to when the bullet pa.s.sed through his cheek; the very sergeant who had carried him half a mile to a field hospital in a rain of sun that beat upon the head like a thug"s sandbag. That was man"s work. Forbes returned the salute and shook the hand of the sergeant. As he remembered, he had got the sergeant out of some woman sc.r.a.pe. Why should good soldiers always be so easily defeated by women?
And next he met two officers he had known in West Point and in Cuba and at Manila. The small army of the United States seemed hardly more than a large club.
One of these officers, Major Chatham, dragged Forbes to his home for dinner--as pretty a home as a man could wish, with as pretty a wife and two children. And they had a maid to wait on them--and they kept a little automobile, too, the major being his own chauffeur. They seemed happy. Perhaps it was only manners, but the wife seemed as happy as a lark--or, rather, a canary. And yet Forbes could see how she differed from Persis. And he was glad that he had not brought a sea-gull down there for a mate.
He left, after his first cigar, on a pretext of unpacking. In the late twilight the sea-gulls that swung and tilted and dipped about the bay like little air-yachts did not seem so desirable, after all. He declared himself emanc.i.p.ated and contented. He thrust his head high and bulged his chest and walked soldierly.
And so he prospered till he was alone in his quarters, and the dark closed in and he turned on the light, and set about the establishment of his effects with all the fanatic neatness and order a West Point training could give a man.
He put his coats and overcoats on the hangers, and the trousers in their holders, flat and creased, and set his shoes out in rows, and the boxes of belts and spurs, and the sword-cases, and the various hat-boxes. He took off his civilian coat and waistcoat--and found in the inside pocket that perfumed nightcap.
And then he wanted Persis! He thirsted and hungered for her. He fevered for her. He called himself names, reasoned, laughed, cursed, tried to read, to write; but "Persis! Persis! Persis!" ran among his thoughts like a tune that can neither be seized nor forgotten. He put out the light, flung up the curtain and the window, and a soft breeze moving from the ocean up the bay seemed to pause like a serenader and croon her name. The torch of the Statue of Liberty glowed like a chained star, and it seemed to be that planet which was Persis and which he could not reach.
Only last night she was in his arms, in his power, and so afraid of him that she cried to him for help from her love; and he had given her up--given her back to herself!
He had kept her pure that Enslee might take her intact! His n.o.bility seemed very cheap to him now. He repented his virtue. If he had taken her then he could have kept her for his own. Now that she had escaped she would never risk the danger again. She had told him so. And she could be very wise, very cold, very resolute.
That night was a condensed eternity. The next morning"s duties were performed in a kind of somnambulism.
The second day brought his commission as captain. He glanced over it listlessly and tossed it aside.
For years he had fretted for this doc.u.ment, focused his ambitions on it, upbraided a tardy government for withholding it so long. And now that it was here he sneered at the accolade of it. The increase of pay was a mere sarcasm; it brought him no nearer his planet than going to the roof and standing on tiptoe would have done. The commandant congratulated him. His fellow-officers wrung his hand. He was no longer to be called "Mr. Forbes," but "Captain Forbes." He had a t.i.tle. But what was the good of it? It did not even make him a rival of Enslee, whose only t.i.tle was "Little Willie."
Now and then the profundity of his gloom was quickened with resolutions to seek Persis, to storm her home and carry her off. Perhaps that was what she was waiting for. He had often read that women love to be overmastered. Then his pride would revolt. It was not his way of courtship.
But at least he would telephone her. Then he remembered the fruitless effort he had made to discover her number--that mystical "private wire."
Ten Eyck would know it. He would call up Ten Eyck. With the receiver off the hook and Central asking, "Number, please?" he grew afraid and answered, "Never mind." He dared not invite another of Ten Eyck"s fatherly lectures.
Besides, if Persis cared enough for him to grant him an interview she would seek it herself. But perhaps she had called up the hotel and found him gone. Perhaps she was afraid to call up the post and have him summoned. Women do not like to call up men"s organizations; it is like visiting them.
No! she had undoubtedly crossed him off her books, as he ought to cross her off his. He ought to write the word "Dropped" under her name, as under that of a soldier who was out of the service.
And so he tossed hope and despair like a mad juggler who cannot rest.
On the third day, when he came from the parade-ground, he was informed that he had been wanted on the telephone. He was to call up such a number. "Yes, sir, it was a lady"s voice, sir."
It must be Persis. No, it might be an operator in a hotel. It might be her maid. It might be anybody. It proved to be the telephone-girl in the office of Senator Tait.
In a moment, by the occult influence of the telephone, the unknown woman vanished and Senator Tait"s soul was in communication with his. The genial heart seemed to quiver in the air.
"That you, Harvey?"
"Yes. h.e.l.lo, Senator."
"You sound mighty doleful, my boy. Anything the matter?"
"No, I"m all right."
"Are you sure you"re not dead? You disappeared so completely I thought you might be. You sound as if you wished you were."
"Oh no, I"m all right."
"Can"t you come up to the house for dinner to-night?"
He realized that this would mean meeting Mildred--and dressing in his evening things. He did not want to put on his evening things. They had danced with Persis last. He did not want to meet any woman. He was in mourning. All this flashed through his mind while he was inventing an excuse of official duty.
"To-morrow night, then?"
"Terribly sorry. I can"t get off."
"How about lunch? At the club--to-morrow."
"I"d like that."
"I have something to discuss with you."
"I"ll be there! At one?"
"Fine! One o"clock. Metropolitan Club. Do you know where it is?"
"I"ll find it."
"Good! Perhaps Mildred can be there."
"Fine!" His voice wavered. He was trapped. He had not guessed that the club would have an annex. The Senator felt the constraint across the wire. It hurt him, but he laughed.
"Cheer up! Maybe she can"t come!"
"Oh, I--I hope she can. She"s--I"d love to see her, I a.s.sure you."
"All right. Don"t worry. Good-by."
The Senator was laughing, but there was a wounded pride in his voice.
Forbes hung up the telephone, feeling a cad and an ingrate.
CHAPTER XLV
The next forenoon, having obtained the privilege of absence, Forbes crossed from Governor"s Island to Manhattan Island, took the Subway from South Ferry to Fifty-ninth Street, and, entering Central Park, kept along its southernmost path till he reached the Plaza, where he paused a moment to admire Saint-Gaudens" statue of General Sherman, a gilded warrior on a gilded horse squired by a gilded girl--Victory or Peace or something, he was not sure just what.
In his present humor of misogyny he wondered why it was thought to be necessary to put a woman in everything. Of all the campaigns where she was lacking, surely the March to the Sea was among her most conspicuous absences. But he admired the lean warrior with the doffed hat and the splendid stride of the big horse--a very different horse from the Park horses he found, with their tan-clad grooms cl.u.s.tered at the mounting-blocks near by.