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"i cioubt i you've breakfasted, broth-
er," Crailey responded aloud, rubbing
the dog's head softly with the tip of his
boot "Will you share the meager fare
of one who is a poet, Should be a law
yer, but is about to become a soldier?
Eh, but a corporal! Rise, my friend.
Up and be in your own small self a
whole corporal's guard! And if your
corporal doesn't come home from the
wars, perhaps you'll remember him
.^ndly. Think?"
lie made a vivacious gesture, the
small animal sprang into the air, con
voluted with gratitude and new love,
while Crailey, laughing softly, led the
way to the hotel. There, while he ate
sparsely himself, he provided munifi
cently for his new acquaintance and
recommended him, with an accompani
ment of silver, to the good offices of
the Rouen House kitchen. After that
out into the sunshine again he went
with elastic step and a merry word
and a laugh for every one he met At
the old English gardener's he bought
four or fi\e bouquet? and carried them
on a round of visits of farewell to as
many old ladies who had been kind to
him. This clone, leaving his laughter
and his flowers behind him, he went to
Panchon and spent part of the after
noon bringing forth cunning argu
ments cheerily to prove to her that
Geneial Taylor would be in the Mex
ican capital before the volunteers
reached New Orleans and urging upon
her his belief that they would all be
back in Rouen before the summer was
But Fanchon could only sob and
whisper, "Hush, hush!" in the dim
room where they sat, the windows
darkened so that after he had gone he
should not remember how red her eyes
were and the purple depths under
them and thus forget how pretty she
had been at her best. After a time,
finding that the more he tried to cheer
her the more brokenly she wept, he
grew silent, only stroking her head,
while the summer sounds came In
through the window, the mill whir of
locusts, the small monotone of distant
farm bells, the laughter of children in
the street and the gay arias of a mock
ing bird swinging in the open window
of the nexi house. So they sat together
through the long, still afternoon of the
last day.
No one in Rouen found that after
noon particularly enlivening. Even
Mrs. Tanberry gave way to the com
mon depression, and, once more her
doctrine of cheerfulness relegated to
the ghostly ranks of the purely theo
retical, she bowed under the burden
of her woe so far as to sing "Methought
I Met a Damsel Fair" (her of the burst
ing sighs) at the piano. Whenever sad
ness lay upon her soul she had acquir
ed the habit of resorting to this un
happy ballad today she sang it four
times. Mr. Carewe was not at home
and had announced that, though he in
tended to honor the evening meal by
his attendance, he should be away for
the evening itself, as comment upon
which statement Mrs. Tanberry had
offered ambiguously the one word,
"Amen He was stung to no reply,
and she had noted the circumstance as
unusual and also that he had appeared
to labor with the suppression of a keen
excitement ^hich made him anxious
to escape from her sharp little eyes
an agitation for which she easily ac
counted when she recalled that he had
seen Yanrevel on the previous evening.
Mr. Carewe had kept his promise to
preserve the peace, as he always kept
it when the two met on neutral ground,
but she had observed that his face
showed a kind of hard leashed vio
lence whenever he had been forced to
breathe the air of the same room with
bis enemj, and that the thing grew on
Miss Betty exhibited not precisely a
burning interest in the adventure of
the damsel fair, wandering out of the
room during the second rendition, wan
dering back again and once more away.
She had moved about the house in
this fashion since early morning, wear
ing what Mamie described as a "peak
ed look." White faced and restless,
with distressed eyes, to which no sleep
had come in the night, she could not
read. She could no more than touch
her harp. She could not sleep. She
jould not remain quiet for three min
utes together. Often she sank into a
chair with an air of languor and weari
ness, only to start immediately out of
it and seek some other part of the
house or to go and pace the garden.
Here in the air heavy with roses and
tremulous with June as she walked
rapidly up and down late in the after
noon, at the time when the faraway
farm bells were calling men from the
fields to supper, the climax of her rest
lessness came. That anguish and des
peration, so old in lier sex, the rebel
lion against the law that inaction must
be her part, had fallen upon her for
the first time. She came to an abrupt
stop and struck her hands together de
spairingly and spoke aloud.
"What shall I do? What shall I do?"
"Ma'am?" asked a surprised voice
just behind her.
She wheeled quickly about to behold
a shock headed urchin of ten in the
path near the little clearing. He was
ragged, tanned, dusty, neither shoes nor
coat trammeling his independence, and
he had evidently entered the gardeu
through the gap in the hedge.
The Two Vanreveb
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"I thought you spoke to me," he said
"I didn't see you," she returned.
"What is it?"
"You Miss Carewe?" he asked, but
before she could answer he said reas
suringly: "Why, of course you are! I
remember you perfect, now I git the
light on you, so to speak. Don't you
remember me?"
"No, I don't think I do."
"Lord!" he responded wonderingly.
I was one of the boys with you on
them boxes the night of you pa's fire!"
Mingled with the surprise in his tone
was a respectful unction which inti
mated how greatly he honored her fa
ther for having been the owner of so
satisfactory a conflagration.
"Were you? Perhaps I'll remember
you if you give me time."
But at this point the youth recalled
the fact that he had an errand to dis
charge, and, assuming an expression of
businesslike haste too pressing to per
mit further parley, sought in his pocket
and produced a sealed envelope with
which he advanced upon her.
"Here. There's an answer. He told
me not to tell anybody who sent It, and
not to give it to nobody on earth but
you, and how to slip in through the
hedge and try and find you in the gar
den when nobody was lookin', and he
give a pencil for you to answer on the
back of it, and a dollar."
Miss Betty took the note, glancing
once over her shoulder at the house,
but Mrs. Tanberry was still occupied
with the maiden, and no one was in
sight. She read the message hastily:
I have obejed you and shall always.
You have not sent for me. Perhaps that
was because there was no time when you
thought it safe Perhaps you have still
felt there would be a loss of dignity.
Does that weigh with you against good
by? Tell me, if you can, that you have
it in your heart to let me go without see
ing you once morewithout goodbyfor
the last time. Or was it untrue that you
Wrote me what you did? Was that dear
letter but a little fairy dream of mine?
Ah, will you see me again, this oncethis
oncelet me look at you, let me talk with
you, hear your voice? The last time!
There was no signature.
Miss Betty quickly wrote a few Hne3
upon the same sheet:
Tesyes' I must see youmust talk
with you before you go. Come at dusk.
The gardennear the gap in the hedge.
It will be safe for a little while. He will
not be here.
She replaced the paper in its en
velope, drew a line through her own
Carene seized the missive.
name on the letter and wrote "Mr.
Vanrevel" underneath.
"Do you know the gentleman who
sent jou?" she asked.
"No'm but he'll be waitin' at his of
fice, Gray & Vanrevel, on Main street,
for the answer."
"Then hurry!" said Betty.
He needed no second bidding, but,
with wings on his bare heels, made off
through the gap in the hedge. At the
corner of the street he encountered an
adventurea gentleman's legs and a
heavy hand at the same time. The
hand fell on his shoulder, arresting his
scamper with a vicious jerk, and the
boy was too awed to attempt an es
cape, for he knew his captor well by
sight, although never before had he
found himself so directly In the com
pany of Rouen's richest citizen. The
note dropped from the small trembling
Angers, yet those fingers did not shake
as did the man's when, like a flash, Ca
rewe seized upon the missive with his
disengaged hand and saw what two
names were n the envelope.
"You were stealing, were you?" he
cried savagely. "I saw you sneak
through my hedge'/'
"I didn't either!"
Mr. Carewe ground his teeth. "What
were you doing there?"
"Nothing!" "Nothing!" mocked Carewe. "Noth
ing! You didn't carry this to the
young lady in there and get her an-
"No, sir!" answered the captive ear
nestly. "Cross my heart I didn't. I
found it!"
Slowly the corrugations of anger
were leveled from the magnate's face,
the white heat cowled, and the prisoner
marveled to find himself in the pres
ence of an urbane gentleman whose
placidity made the scene of a moment
ago appear* some trick of distorted vi-
sion. And yet, curious to behold, Mr.
Carewe's fingers shook even more vio
lently than before as he released the
soy's shoulder and gave him a friendly
cap on the head, at the same time smil
ing benevolently.
"There, there," he said, bestowing a
wink upon the youngster. "It's all
right. It doesn't matter only I think
I see the chance of a jest in this. You
wait while I read this little note, this
message that you found!" He ended
by winking again with the friendliest
He turned his back to the boy and
opened the note, continuing to stand
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
EO 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 ex
pression of such genial humor, the boy
would have believed that from it is
sued a sound like the gnashing of
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 fin
gers still shook so wildlytoo wildly,
Indeedto restore the note to its en
"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 trifleha, 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. Ca
rewe, 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?"
"It's a foolish kind of joke, nothing
more. I'll give you $5 never to tell
any one 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 n^er hear tell of you or ever
knew they was sich a man in the
Carewe bent over him. "No! Say,
'God strike me dead and condemn me
eternally to the everlasting flames of
hell 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 con
tract. 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. "'God strike
me dead,'" he began slowly, 'if I
"No. 'And condemn me to the ever
lasting flames of hell'
"Have I got to?"
'And condemn me toto the ever
lasting flames ofof hell if I ever
He ran off, pale with the fear that he
might grow up, take to drink and some
daj 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 for
tune 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 househe knew that Tom Vanrevel
wore his uniform that evening and
that, even in the dusk, the brass but
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 over
looked his garden from the cupola.
1RAILEY was not the only man
in Rouen who had been say
ing to himself all day that
each accustomed thing he did
was done for the last time. Many of
his comrades went about with "Fare
well, 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 dress
ing gown and stretched in a chair,
watched the sunset from the western
window of the dusty ofllce, where he
had dreamed through many sunsets 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 rubles, and at
the wharf the small evening steam
boat, ugly and grim enough to behold
from near by, lay pink and lovely In
that broad glow, tooting imminent de-
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parture, 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 tho
stream grew purple, then took on a
luster 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 win
dow lights threw mottled colors on
the pavement. From the hall, outside
the closed office door, came the sound
of quick, light footsteps. It was Crai-
It tvus the lam Mamie
ley 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,
wrapped from neck to heels in a gray
cloak, rapidly crossed the mottled
lights and disappeared into Carewe
street. This cloaked person wore on his
head a soldier's cap, and Tom, not rec
ognizing him surely, vaguely wondered
why Tappingham Marsh chose to muf
fle himself so warmly on a June even
ing. He noted the quick, alert tread as
unlike Marsh's usual gait, but no sus
picion crossed his mind that the figure
might be that of his partner.
A rocket went up from the Rouen
House, then another, followed by a
salvo of anvils and a rackety discharge
of small arms, the beginning of a
noble display of fireworks in celebra
tion of the prospective victories of the
United States and the utter discom
fiture 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 vio
lent knocking assailed the door. Be
fore he could bid the visitor enter, the
door was flung open by a stout and ex
cited 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 God
'Imighty, you ain' gone out!" she ^pant
ed. "I run an' I run, an' I come so fas'
I got stitches in de side f'um head to
Tom brought her a glass of water,
which she drank between gasps.
"I nevah run so befo' enduin' my
livin' days," she asserted. "You knows
me, who I am an' whum I *cum 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 God
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 tomorrer.
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 to,le her what
Nelson see In dat house dis evenin'.
An' hyuh I is, an' hyuh you Is, an* de
blessed Jesus be thank', you is hyuh!"
Tom regarded her with a grave at
tention. "What made Mrs. Tanberry
think I might be coming there tonight?"
"Dey's cur'ous goin's on in dat house,
suh! De young lady, she ain' like her
self. All de day long she wanduh up
an' down an' roun' about. Miz Tan
berry are a mighty guessifying wom
an, 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 under
"Well, suh, you know dat ole man
Nelson he allays tell me ev'yflng he
know an' ev'yt'ing he think he know,
jass de same, suh. An' dat ole Nelse,
he mos' 'sessful cull'd man in de wort*
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 even*
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