Thebloodwentfromhischeeksasaswallowfliesdownfromaroof;hestartedbackagainsttheoppositewallwithastifledgroan,whileshestaredathimblankly,andgrewasdeathlypaleashe。
  Hewasamanofgreatresourceinallemergencieswhichrequiredaquicktongue,but,forthemoment,thiswasbeyondhim。Hefelthimselflost,topplingbackwardintoanabyss,andtheuselessnessofhisdestructionmadehimphysicallysick。Forheneednothavebeenthere;hehadnotwishedtocome;hehadwellcountedthedangertohimself,andthisonetimeinhislifehadgonetothecupola-roomoutofgood-nature。ButBareaudhadbeenobstinateandCraileyhadcomeawayalone,hopingthatJeffersonmightfollow。Andherehewas,poortrappedrat,convictedandruinedbecauseofagoodaction!Atlastheknewconsistencytobeajewel,andthatagreedyboyshouldnevergiveacrust;thatafoolshouldsticktohisfolly,avillaintohisdeviltry,andeachholdhisown;forthemanwhothrustsagooddeedintoalifeofliesiswoundaboutwithperilouspasses,andinhisdeviouswaysathousandunexpecteddamnationsspring。
  Beaten,stunned,hang-jawedwithdespair,hereturnedherlong,dumfoundedgazehopelesslyandtoldthetruthlikeaninspireddunce。
  "Icame——Icame——tobringanothermanaway,"hewhisperedbrokenly;and,attheverymoment,severalheavy,half-suppressedvoicesbrokeintoeagertalkoverhead。
  Thewhitehandthatheldthecandlewavered,andtheshadowsglidedinahuge,grotesquedance。Twicesheessayedtospeakbeforeshecoulddoso,atthesamemomentmotioninghimback,forhehadmadeavaguegesturetowardher。
  "Iamnotfaint。Doyoumean,awayfromupthere?"Shepointedtothecupola-stairs。
  "Yes。"
  "Have-haveyouseenmyfather?"
  Thequestioncameoutofsuchadepthofincredulousnessthatitwasmoreanarticulationofthelipsthanasound,buthecaughtit;and,withitnothope,buttheshadowofashadowofhope,ahandwavingfromthefarshoretotheswimmerwhohasbeendowntwice。Didshefearforhissake?
  "No——Ihavenotseenhim。"Hewasgropingblindly。
  "Youdidnotcomefromthat"
  "Howdidyouenterthehouse?"
  Thedraughtthroughthehallwasblowinguponhim;thedoubledoorsupontheverandahadbeenleftopenforcoolness。"There,"hesaid,pointingtothem。
  "But——Iheardyoucomefromtheotherdirection。"
  Hewasbreathingquickly;hesawhischance——ifJeffersonBareauddidnotcomenow。
  "Youdidnothearmecomedownthestairs。"Heleanedtowardher,riskingitallonthat。
  "Ah!"AsightoolikeagaspburstfromCrailey。Hisheadliftedalittle,andhiseyeswereluminouswithaneagernessthatwasalmostanguish。Hesethisutmostwillatworktocollecthimselfandtothinkhardandfast。
  "Icamehereresolvedtotakeamanaway,comewhatwould!"hesaid。"I
  foundthedooropen,wenttothefootofthatstairway;thenIstopped。I
  rememberedsomething;Iturned,andwasgoingawaywhenyouopenedthedoor。"
  "Yourememberedwhat?"
  Herstrainedattitudedidnotrelax,nor,tohisutmostscrutiny,wasthecompleteastonishmentofherdistendedgazealteredonewhit,butahintofheraccustomedhighcolorwasagainuponhercheekandherliptrembledalittle,likethatofachildabouttoweep。Theflickerofhopeinhisbreastincreasedprodigiously,andtherushofittookthebreathfromhisthroatandchokedhim。GoodGod!wasshegoingtobelievehim?
  "Iremembered——you!"
  "What?"shesaid,wonderingly。
  Artreturnedwithasplendidbound,full-pinioned,hisbeautifulandtreacherousFamiliarwhohaddesertedhimatthecrucialinstant;butshemadeupforitnow,foldinghiminprotectivewingsandbreathingthroughhisspirit。Inrapidandvehementwhispershepouredoutthewordsuponthegirlinthedoorway。
  "Ihaveafriend,andIwouldlaydownmylifetomakehimwhathecouldbe。Hehasalwaysthrowneverythingaway,hislife,histalents,allhismoneyandallofmine,forthesakeof——throwingthemaway!Someothermusttellyouaboutthatroom;butithasruinedmyfriend。TonightI
  discoveredthathehadbeensummonedhere,andImadeupmymindtocomeandtakehimaway。YourfatherhassworntoshootmeifIsetfootinhishouseorongroundofhis。Well,mydutywasclearandIcametodoit。
  Andyet——Istoppedatthefootofthestair——because——becauseIrememberedthatyouwereRobertCarewe’sdaughter。Whatofyou,ifIwentupandharmcametomefromyourfather?ForIswearIwouldnothavetouchedhim!Youaskedmenottospeakof`personal’things,andIhaveobeyedyou;butyouseeImusttellyouonethingnow:Ihavecaredforthisfriendofminemorethanforallelseunderheaven,butIturnedandlefthimtohisruin,andwouldathousandtimes,ratherthanbringtroubleuponyou!`Athousandtimes?’Ah!Iswearitshouldbeathousandtimesathousand!"
  Hehadparadedinonespeechfromtheprisoner’sdocktoCapulet’sgarden,andhereyeswereshiningintohislikeagreatlightwhenhefinished。
  "Goquickly,"shewhispered。"Goquickly!Goquickly!"
  "Butdoyouunderstand?"
  "Notyet,butIshall。Willyougo?Theymightcome-myfathermightcome-atanymoment。"
  "But——-"
  "Doyouwanttodrivemequitemad?Pleasego!"Shelaidatrembling,urgenthanduponhissleeve。
  "Never,untilyoutellmethatyouunderstand,"repliedCraileyfirmly,listeningkeenlyfortheslightestsoundfromoverhead。"Never——untilthen!"
  "WhenIdoIshalltellyou;nowIonlyknowthatyoumustgo。"
  "Buttellme-"
  "Youmustgo!"
  Therewasashufflingofchairsontheflooroverhead,andCraileywent。
  Hewentevenmorehastilythanmighthavebeenexpectedfromtheadaman-
  tineattitudehehadjustpreviouslyassumed。Realizingthisashereachedthewetpath,heriskedstealingroundtoherwindow:
  "Foryoursake!"hebreathed;andhavingthusforestalledanytriflingimperfectionwhichmightariseinherrecollectionofhisexitfromthehouse,hedisappeared,kissinghishandtotherainasherandownthestreet。
  MissBettylockedherdoorandpulledclosethecurtainsofherwindow。A
  numerousbutcarefulsoundoffootstepscamefromthehall,wentbyherdoorandoutacrosstheveranda。Silentlyshewaiteduntilsheheardherfathergoalonetohisroom。
  ShetookthecandleandwentintoMrs。Tanberry。Shesetthelightuponatable,pulledachairclosetothebedside,andplacedhercoolhandlightlyonthegreatlady’sforehead。
  "Isn’titverylate,child?Whyareyounotasleep?"
  "Mrs。Tanberry,Iwanttoknowwhytherewasalightinthecupola-roomtonight?"
  "What?"Mrs。Tanberryrolledherselfasuprightaspossible,andsatwithblinkingeyes。
  "IwanttoknowwhatIamsureyouknow,andwhatIamsureeverybodyknows,exceptme。Whatweretheydoingtheretonight,andwhatwasthequarrelbetweenMr。VanrevelandmyfatherthathadtodowithMr。Gray?"
  Mrs。Tanberrygazedearnestlyintothegirl’sface。Afteralongtimeshesaidinagentlevoice:
  "Child,hasitcometomatterthatmuch?"
  "Yes,"saidMissBetty。
  CHAPTERXIII
  TheTocsinTomVanrevelalwayswenttothepost-officesoonafterthemorningdistributionofthemail;thatistosay,aboutteno’clock,andreturnedwiththelettersforthefirmofGrayandVanrevel,bothpersonalandofficial。Craileyandhesharedeverything,evenaboxatthepost-
  office;andinfrontofthisbox,onemorning,afteranightofrain,Tomstoodstaringatawhiteenvelopebearingasmall,blackseal。Theaddresswasinawritinghehadneverseenbefore,buttheinstantitfellunderhiseyehewasstruckwithadistinctlypleasurableexcitement。
  Whetherthroughsomespiritualexhalationofthewriterfragrantonanymissive,orbecauseofahundredmicroscopicimpressions,thereareanalystswhoareabletoselect,fromapileofletterswrittenbywomen(forthewritingofwomenexhibitscertainphenomenamoredeterminablythanthatofmen)thoseoftheprettiestorotherwisemostattractive。
  Andoutupontheloverwhodoesnotrecognizehismistress’shandatthefirstglimpseeverhehasofit,withoutpost-markorotherinformationtoaidhim!ThusVanrevel,worn,hollow-eyed,andsallow,intheRouenpost-
  office,heldtheoneletterseparatefromadozen(thelatternot,indeed,fromwomen),andstaredatituntilalittlecolorcamebacktohisdarkskinandagreatdealofbrightnesstohiseye。Hewasnoanalystofhandwritings,yetitcametohiminstantlythatthisnotewasfromaprettywoman。Toseethatitwasfromawomanwassimple,butthatheknew——andhedidknow——thatshewaspretty,savorsoftheoccult。Morethanthis:therewassomethingaboutitthatthrilledhim。Suddenly,andwithoutreason,heknewthatitcamefromElizabethCarewe。
  Hewalkedbackquicklytohisofficewiththeletterintheleftpocketofhiscoat,threwthebundleofgeneralcorrespondenceuponhisdesk,wentuptothefloorabove,andpausedathisowndoortolisten。DeepbreathingfromacrossthehallindicatedthatMr。Gray’ssoulwasstillencasedinslumber,andgreatwasitsneed,asTomhadfoundhispartner,thatmorningatfive,stretcheduponthehorsehairsofaintheoffice,lamentingtheemptinessofabottlewhichhadbeenfilledwithfieryBourbonintheafternoon。
  Vanrevelwenttohisownroom,lockedthedoor,andtooktheletterfromhispocket。Hehelditbetweenhisfingerscarefully,asthoughitwerealiveandveryfragile,andhelookedatitalongtime,holdingitfirstinonehand,thenintheother,beforeheopenedit。Atlast,however,afterexaminingallthebladesofhispocketknife,heselectedonebrighterthantheothers,andloosenedtheflapoftheenvelopeasgentlyandcarefullyasifithadbeenthepetalofarose-budthathewasopening。
  "DearMr。Vanrevel:
  "Ibelievedyoulastnight,thoughIdidnotunderstand。ButI
  understand,now——everything——and,bittertomeasthetruthis,ImustshowyouplainlythatIknowallofit,norcanIrestuntilIdoshowyou。Iwantyoutoanswerthisletter——thoughImustnotseeyouagainforalongtime——andinyouransweryoumustsetmerightifIamanywheremistakeninwhatIhavelearned。
  "Atfirst,anduntilafterthesecondtimewemet,Ididnotbelieveinyourheart,thoughIdidinyourmindandhumor。Evensincethen,therehavecomestrange,small,inexplicablemistrustingsofyou,butnowI
  throwthemallawayandtrustyouwholly,MonsieurCitizenGeorgesMeilbac!——Ishallalwaysthinkofyouinthoseimpossiblegarnishmentsofmypoorgreat-uncle,andIpersuademyselfthathemusthavebeenalittlelikeyou。
  "ItrustyoubecauseIhaveheardthestoryofyourprofoundgoodness。
  Thefirstreasonformyfather’sdislikewasyourbeliefinfreedomastherightofallmen。Ah,itisnotyourprettyexaggerationsandflatteries(Ilaughatthem!)thatspeakforyou,butyourcareer,itself,andthebravethingsyouhavedone。Myfather’sdislikeflaredintohatredbecauseyouworstedhimwhenhediscoveredthathecouldnotsuccessfullydefendthewrongagainstyouandfellbackuponsheerinsult。
  "HeisamanwhomIdonotknow——strangeasthatseemsasIwriteit。Itisonlytoyou,whohavetaughtmesomuch,thatIcouldwriteit。IhavetriedtoknowhimandtorealizethatIamhisdaughter,butwearethecoldestacquaintances,thatisall;andIcannotseehowachangecouldcome。Idonotunderstandhim;leastofalldoIunderstandwhyheisagambler。Ithasbeenexplainedtomethatitishisgreatpassion,butallIcomprehendinthesewordsisthattheyarefullofshameforhisdaughter。
  "Thisiswhatwastoldme:hehasalwaysplayedheavilyandskillfully——
  addingmuchtohisestateinthatway——andinRouenalwayswithacertaincoterie,whichwasjoined,severalyearsago,bythemanyoucametosavelastnight。
  "YourdevotiontoMr。Grayhasbeenthemostbeautifulthinginyourlife。
  Iknowallthatthetownknowsofthat,exceptthethousandhiddensacrificesyouhavemadeforhim,thosethingswhichnoonewilleverknow。(Andyet,yousee,Iknowthemafterall!)Foryoursake,becauseyoulovehim,Iwillnotevencallhimunworthy。
  "Ihaveheard——fromonewhotoldunwillingly——thestoryofthenighttwoyearsago,whentheplayransoterriblyhigh;andhow,inthemorningwhentheywentaway,allwerepoorerexceptone,theirhost!——howMr。Grayhadnothingleftintheworld,andowedmyfatheragreatsumwhichwastobepaidintwenty-fourhours;howyoutookeverythingyouhadsavedintheyearsofhardworkatyourprofession,andborrowedtherestonyourword,andbroughtittomyfatherthatafternoon;how,whenyouhadpaidyourfriend’sdebt,youaskedmyfathernottoplaywithMr。Grayagain;andmyfathermadethathisexcusetosendyouachallenge。Youlaughedatthechallenge——andyoucouldaffordtolaughatit。
  "Butthisisallshame,shameforRobertCarewe’sdaughter。ItseemstomethatIshouldhideandnotliftmyhead;thatI,beingofmyfather’sblood,couldneverlookyouinthefaceagain。Itissounspeakablypainfulandugly。Ithinkofmyfather’sstiffprideandhislookoftheeagle,——andhestillplayswithyourfriend,almostalways`successfully!’Andyourfriendstillcomestoplay!——butIwillnotspeakofthatsideofit"Mr。Grayhasmadeyoupoor,butIknowitwasnotthatwhichmadeyoucomeseekinghimlastnight,whenIfoundyouthereinthehail。Itwasforhissakeyoucame——andyouwentawayformine。NowthatIknow,atlast——nowthatIhaveheardwhatyourlifehasbeen(andohIheardsomuchmorethanIhavewritten!)——nowthatmyeyeshavebeenopenedtoseeyouasyouare,Iamproud,andgladandhumblethatIcanbelievethatyoufeltafriendshipformestrongenoughtohavemadeyougo`formysake。’Youwillwritetomejustonce,won’tyou?andtellmeiftherewasanyerrorinwhatIlistenedto;butyoumustnotcometothegarden。
  NowthatIknowyou,Icannotmeetyouclandestinelyagain。ItwouldhurtthedignitywhichIfeelinyounow,andmyownpoordignity——suchasitis!Ihavebeenearnestlywarnedofthedangertoyou。Besides,youmustletmetestmyself。Iamallflutteringandfrightenedandexcited。Youwillobeyme,won’tyou?——donotcomeuntilIsendforyou。
  ElizabethCarewe。"
  Mr。Gray,occupiedwithhistoiletaboutnoon,heardhispartnerdescendingtotheofficewithaheavystep,andissuedfromhisroomtocallaheartygreeting。Tomlookedbackoverhisshoulderandrepliedcheerily,thoughwithacertainembarrassment;butCrailey,catchingsightofhisface,utteredasharpejaculationandcamedowntohim。
  "Why,what’sthematter,Tom?You’renotgoingtobesick?Youlooklikethedevilandall!"
  "I’mallright,neverfear!"Tomlaughed,evadingtheother’seye。"I’mgoingoutinthecountryonsomebusiness,andIdaresayIshallnotbebackforacoupleofdays;itwillbeallupanddownthecounty。"Hesetdownatravelling-baghewascarrying,andofferedtheotherhishand。
  "Good-by。"
  "Can’tIgoforyou?Youdon’tlookable"
  "No,no。It’ssomethingI’llhavetoattendtomyself。"
  "Ah,Isuppose,"saidCrailey,gently,"Isupposeit’simportant,andyoucouldn’ttrustmetohandleit。Well——Godknowsyou’reright!I’veshownyouoftenenoughhowincompetentIamtodoanythingbutwritejingles!"
  "Youdosomemoreofthem——withoutthewhiskey,Crailey。They’reworthmorethanallthelawingGrayandVanrevelhaveeverdoneoreverwilldo。
  Good-by——-andbekindtoyourself。"
  Hedescendedtothefirstlanding,andthen,"Oh,Crailey,"hecalled,withtheairofhavingforgottensomethinghehadmeanttosay。
  "Yes,Tom?"
  "Thismorningatthepost-officeIfoundaletteraddressedtome。I
  openeditand——"Hehesitated,anduneasilyshiftedhisweightfromonefoottotheother,withafeeble,deprecatorylaugh。
  "Yes,whatofit?"
  "Well——thereseemedtobeamistake。Ithinkitmusthavebeenmeantforyou。Somehow,she——she’spickedupagoodmanywrongimpressions,and,Lordknowshow,butshe’smixedournamesupand——andI’velefttheletterforyou。It’sonmytable。"
  Heturnedandcallingafinalgood-byoverhisshoulder,wentclatteringnoisilydowntothestreetandvanishedfromCrailey’ssight。
  NoonfoundTomfaroutontheNationalRoad,creakingalongovertheyellowdustinalightwagon,betweenborderingforeststhatsmeltspicilyofwetunderbrushandMay-apples;and,hereandthere,whentheywouldemergefromthewoodstoclearedfields,liberallyoutlinedbylongsnake-
  fencesofblackwalnut,thesteady,jog-trottingoldhorseliftedhisheadandlookedinterestedintheworld,butTomneverdideither。Habituallyupright,walkingorsitting,straight,keen,andalert,thatday’ssunsawhimdrearilyhunchedover,mileaftermile,hisforeheadlacedwithlinesofpain。Hestoppedateveryfarm-houseandcabin,and,wheretheyoungmenworkedinthefields,hailedthemfromtheroad,orhitchedhishorsetothefenceandcrossedthesoftfurrowstotalkwiththem。Atsuchtimeshestooderectagain,andspokestirringly,findingeagerlisteners。
  Therewasonequestiontheyaskedhimoverandover:
  "Butareyousurethecallwillcome?"
  "Assureasthatwestandhere;anditwillcomebeforetheweekisout。
  Wemustbeready!"
  Often,whenheleftthem,theywouldturnfromtheworkinhand,leavingitasitwas,tolieunfinishedinthefields,andmaketheirwayslowlyandthoughtfullytotheirhomes,whileTomclimbedintohiscreakinglittlewagononcemore,onlytofallintothesamedull,hunched-overattitude。HehadmanythingstothinkoutbeforehefacedRouenandCraileyGrayagain,andmoretofightthroughtotheendwithhimself。
  Threedayshetookforit,threedaysdrivingthroughthesoftMayweatherbehindthekind,oldjog-trottinghorse;threedaysontheroad,fromfarm-housetofarm-houseandfromfieldtofield,fromcabinofthewoodstocabinintheclearing。Tossingunhappilyatnight,helaysleeplesstilldawn,thoughnotbecauseofthehardbeds;andwhendaylightcame,journeyedsteadilyonagain,overthevagabondlittlehillsthathadgypsieditsofarintotheprairie-landintheirwanderingsfromtheirrangeontheOhio,and,passingthehills,wentonthroughtheflatforest-land,alwayshunchedoverdismallyinthecreakingwagon。
  Butontheeveningofthethirddayhedroveintotown,withthestoopoutofhisshouldersandthelustrebackinhiseyes。Hewashaggard,gray,dusty,buthehadsolvedhispuzzle,andonethingwasclearinhismindasthethingthathewoulddo。Hepattedtheoldhorseaheartyfarewellashelefthimwiththeliverymanfromwhombehadhiredhim,andstrodeupMainStreetwiththeairofamanwhoisgoingsomewhere。Itwaslate,butthereweremorelightsthanusualinthewindowsandmorepeopleonthestreets。Boysranshouting,while,hereandthere,knotsofmenarguedloudly,andinfrontofthelittlecornerdrug-storeanoisilytalkative,widelygesticulativecrowdoffiftyormorehadgathered。Anoldman,acobbler,whohadleftalegatTippecanoeandreplaceditwithawoodenone,chastelydecoratedwithdesignsofhisowncarving,camestumpingexcitedlydownthemiddleofthestreet,wherehewalkedforfearofthecracksinthewoodenpavement,whichweredangeroustohisart-legwhenhecamefromtheRouenHousebar,asonthepresentoccasion。HehailedTombyname。
  "You’rethelad,TomVanrevel,"heshouted。"You’rethemantoleadtheboysoutforthegloryoftheState!YougitthewholeblameFireDe-
  partmentoutandenlist`embeforemorning!Take`emdowntotheRioGrande,youhearme?
  Andyouneedn’tbeafraidoftheirputtin’itout,ifitketchesafire,neither!"
  Tomwavedhishandandpassedon;butattheopendoorsoftheCatholicChurchhestoppedandlookedupanddownthestreet,andthen,unnoticed,enteredtothediminterior,wherethefewcandlesshowedonlyabentoldwomaninblackkneelingatthealtar。TomknewwhereElizabethCareweknelteachmorning;hesteppedsoftlythroughtheshadowysilencetoherplace,knelt,andrestedhisheadupontherailofthebenchbeforehim。
  Thefigureatthealtarraiseditselfafteratime,andtheoldwomanlimpedslowlyupasideaisle,mumblingherformulas,courtesyingtothepaintedsaints,onherwayout。Theverythinnestlingeringsofincensehungontheair,seemingtoTomlikethefaintodorthatmightexhalefromaheavywreathofmarguerites,wornindark-brownhair。Yet,theplaceheldnothingbutpeaceandgood-will。Andhefoundnothingelseinhisownheart。Thestreetwasquietwhenheemergedfromthatlornvigil;thecornergroupshaddissolved;shoutingyouthsnolongerpatrolledthesidewalks。Onlyonequartershowedsignsoflife:thelittleclubhouse,wherethewindowsstillshownbrightly,andwhencecamethesoundofmanyvoicessettlingthedestiniesoftheUnitedStatesofAmerica。ThitherTombenthissteps,thoughtfully,andwithaquietmind。Therewasasmallverandaatthesideofthehouse;herehestoodunobservedtolookinuponhisnoisyandagitatedfriends。
  Theywereallthere,fromtheoldGeneralandMr。Bareaud,tothelatter’sson,Jefferson,andyoungFrankChenoweth。Theyweregatheredaboutabigtableuponwhichstoodapunch-bowlandTrumble,hisbrowasangryredastheliquorinthecupheheld,wasproposingahealthtothePresidentinavoiceoffury。
  "InspiteofalltheCraileyGraysandtraitorsthissideofhell!"hefinishedpolitely。
  Craileyemergedinstantaneouslyfromthegeneralthrongandmountedachair,tossinghislighthairbackfromhisforehead,hiseyessparklingandhappy。"Youfindyourownfriendsalreadyoccupyingtheplaceyoumentioned,doyou,General?"heasked。
  GeneralTrumblestampedandshookhisfist。
  "You’reaspawnofAaronBurr!"hevociferated。"There’snotamanheretostandbyyourinfernaldoctrines。YousneeratyourownState,yousneeratyourowncountry,youdefilethesacredground!Whatareyou,bytheAlmighty,whoattackyournativelandinthis,herhourofperil!"
  "Periltomynativeland!"laughedCrailey。"FromSantaAnna?"
  "TheGeneral’sright,sir,"exclaimedtheelderChenowethindignantly,andmostofthelistenersappearedtoagreewithhim。"It’sapoortimetoabusethePresidentwhenhe’scalledforvolunteersandourcountryisindanger,sir!"
  "Whoisindanger?"answeredCrailey,liftinghishandtostilltheclamorofapprobationthatarose。"IsPolkindanger?OrCongress?Butthatwouldbetoomuchtohope!DoyouexpecttoseetheGreasersinWashington?No,youidiots,youdon’t!Yetthere’llbeplentyofmentosufferanddie;andthefirstshouldbethosewhothrustthiswaronusandpoorlittleMexico;butitwon’tbethey;themenwho’lldothefightinganddyingwillbethecountryboysandthelikeofusfromthetowns,whileMr。PolksitsplanningattheWhiteHousehowhecangetelectedagain。IwishTomwerehere,confoundyou!YoulistentohimbecausehealwayshasthefactsandI’mjustanembroiderer,youthink。
  What’sbecomeofthegaudycampaigncryyouwereallwearingyourlungsoutwithafewmonthsago?`Fifty-four-fortyorfight!’Bah!Polktwistedthelion’stailwiththatuntilafterelection。Thenhesawhehadtomakeyouforgetit,orfightEnglandandberuined,soheforceswaronMexico,andthecountrydoesforgetit。That’sit:heasksthreeregimentsofvolunteersfromthisStatetodieoffeversandgetshot,sothathecanstealanothercountryandmakehisownelecthimagain。Andyouaskmetodrinkthehealthofthepoliticianwhositsathomeandsendshisfellowmentodietofixhisrottenjobsforhim?"Craileyhadpersuadedhimselfintosuchearnestness,thatthedepthofhisownfeelingalmostchokedhim,buthefinishedroundlyinhisbeautiful,strongvoice:
  "I’lldrinkforthegoodpunch’ssake——butthathealth?——I’llseeGeneralTrumbleinheavenbeforeI’lldrinkit!"
  Thereroseatoncearoarofangeranddisapproval,andCraileybecameamerestormcentreamidtheupraisedhandsgestulatingmadlyathimashestood,smilingagain,uponhischair。
  "ThiscomesoflivingwithTomVanrevel!"shoutedtheGeneralfuriously。
  "ThisishisdamnedAbolitionteaching!You’reonlyhisecho;youspendhalfyourlifeplayingatbeingVanrevel!"
  "WhereisVanrevel?"saidTappinghamMarsh。
  "Ay,whereishe!"ragedTrumble,hammeringthetabletilltheglassesrang。"Lethimcomeandanswerforhisownteaching;it’swastedtimetotalktothisone;he’sonlythepupil。Whereisthetraitor?"
  "Here,"answeredavoicefromthedoorway;andthoughthewordwasspokenquietlyitwasnevertheless,atthatjuncture,silencing。EveryoneturnedtowardthedoorasVanrevelentered。ButtheapoplecticGeneral,whomCrailey’sspeechhadstirredtoafurybeyondcontrol,almostleapedatTom’sthoat。
  "Here’sthetea-sippingoldGranny,"hebellowedhoarsely。(HewasordinarilyveryfondofTom。)"Here’sthemaster!Here’sthemanwhoseexampleteachesCraileyGraytothrowmudattheflag。He’llstayhereathomewithCrailey,ofcourse,andthrowmore,whiletheothersboysmarchouttodieunderit。"
  "Onthecontrary,answeredTom,raisinghisvoice,"Ithinkyou’llfindCraileyGraythefirsttoenlist,andasformyself,I’veraisedsixtymeninthecountry,andIwantfortymorefromRouen,inordertooffertheGovernorafullcompany。Soit’scometo`theKing,nottheman’;Polkisapitifultrickster,butthecountryneedshersons;that’senoughforustoknow;andwhileIwon’tdrinktoJamesPolk"——heplungedacupinthebowlanddrewitoutbrimming——"I’llemptythistothePresident!"
  Itwasthenthatfromfiftythroatsthelong,wildshoutwentupthatstirredRouen,andwokethepeoplefromtheirmidnightbedsforhalfamilearound。
  CHAPTERXIV
  TheFirmofGrayandVanrevelForthefirsttimeitwasCraileywhosatwaitingforTomtocomehome。
  Inachairdrawntohispartner’sdeskinthedustyoffice,hehalf-
  reclined,armsonthedesk,hischinonhisclenchedfists。Toredeemthegloomhehadlitasinglecandle,whichpaintedhimdimlyagainstthecompletedarknessofhisownshadow,likeaveryoldportraitwhosebackgroundtimehassolidifiedintoshapelessbrowns;theportraitofafair-hairedgentleman,thecavalier,ortheMarquis,onemighthavesaidatfirstglance;notdescribingitimmediatelyasthatofapoet,fortherewasnomarkofartuponCrailey,noteveninhishair,fortheyallworeitratherlongthen。Yettherewasamarkuponhim,nevermorevividthanashesatwaitinginthelonelinessofthatnightforTomVanrevel;
  thoughwhatthemarkwasandwhatitssignificancemighthavebeenpuzzlingtodefine。Perhaps,afterall,FanchonBareaudhaddescribeditbestwhenshetoldCraileyoneday,withasuddenhintofapprehensivetears,thathehada"lookoffate。"
  Tomtookhisowntimeincoming;hehadstayedattheclubtogooverhislists——sohehadtoldCrailey——withtheGeneralandoldBareaud。Hiscompanywasalmostcomplete,andCraileyhadbeenthefirsttovolunteer,tothedumfoundingofTrumble,whohadproceededtodrinkhishealthagainandagain。ButthelistscouldnotdetainTomtwohours,Craileyknew,anditwastwohourssincethenewvolunteershadsung"TheStarSpangledBanner"overthelastofthepunch,andhadlefttheclubtoTomandthetwooldmen。OnlyonceortwiceinthattimehadCraileyshiftedhisposition,oralteredthedirectionofhissetgazeatnothing。Butatlastherose,wenttothewindowand,leaningfarout,lookeddownthestreettowardthelittleclubhouse。Itslightswereextinguishedandallwasdarkupanddownthestreet。AbruptlyCraileywentbacktothedeskandblewoutthecandle,afterwhichhesatdownagaininthesameposition。TwentyminuteslaterheheardTom’ssteponthestair,comingupverysoftly。Craileywaitedinsilenceuntilhispartnerreachedthelanding,thenrelitthecandle。
  "Tom,"hecalled。"Comein,please,I’vebeenwaitingforyou。"
  TherewasapausebeforeTomansweredfromthehall:
  "I’mverytired,Crailey。IthinkI’llgouptobed。"
  "No,"saidCrailey,"comein。"
  Thedoorwasalreadyopen,butTomturnedtowarditreluctantly。Hestoppedatthethresholdandthetwolookedateachother。
  "Ithoughtyouwouldn’tcomeaslongasyoubelievedIwasup,"saidCrailey,"soIblewoutthelight。I’msorryIkeptyououtsidesolong。"
  "Crailey,I’mgoingawayto-morrow,"theotherbegan。"IamtogooverandseetheGovernorandofferhimthiscompany,andto-nightIneedsleep,soplease-
  "No,"interruptedCraileyquietly,"Iwanttoknowwhatyou’regoingtodo。"
  "Todoaboutwhat?"
  "Aboutme。"
  "Oh!"Tom’seyesfellatoncefromhisfriend’sfaceandresteduponthefloor。Slowlyhewalkedtothedeskandstoodinembarrassedcontemplationofthelitteredbooksandpapers,whiletheotherwaited。
  "Ithinkit’sbestforyoutotellme,"saidCrailey。
  "Youthinkso?"Tom’sembarrassmentincreasedvisibly,andtherewasmingledwithitanoddappearanceofapprehension,probablytorelievewhichheverydeliberatelytooktwolongcherootsfromhispocket,laidoneonthedeskforCraileyandlittheotherhimself,withextremecarefulness,atthecandle。Afterthisceremonialhedraggedachairtothewindow,tiltedbackinitwithhisfeetonthelowsill,hisbacktothethinlightandhisfriend,andsaidinaslow,gentletone:
  "Well,Crailey?"
  "IsupposeyoumeanthatIoughttooffermyexplanationfirst,"saidtheother,stillstanding。"Well,thereisn’tany。"Hedidnotspeakdog-
  gedlyorsullenly,asoneinfault,butmorewiththeairofamancuriouslyreadytothrowallpossiblelightuponacloudyphenomenon。
  "It’sverysimple——allthatIknowaboutit。IwenttherefirstontheeveningoftheMadrillonmasqueradeandplayedalittlecomedyforher,sothatsomeofmytheatricalallusions——theyweren’tveryilluminating!——tomyengagementtoFanchon,madeherbelieveIwasVanrevelwhenherfathertoldheraboutthepairofus。Idiscoveredthatthenighthiswarehousesburned——andIsawsomethingmore,becauseIcan’thelpseeingsuchthings:
  thatyourswasjustthecharactertoappealtoayounggirlfreshfromtheconventandfullofhonestyandfinedreamsandfire。Nobodycouldarrangeamorefatalfascinationforagirlofnineteenthantohaveadeadlyquarrelwithherfather。Andthat’sespeciallytruewhenthefather’slikethatmadbruteofaBobCarewe!Then,too,you’remoreorlessthetownmodelofvirtueandpopularhero,inspiteoftheAbolitionism,justasIamthetownscamp。SoIletitgoon,andplayedalittleatbeingyou,sayingthethingsthatyouonlythink——thatwasall。Itisn’tstrangethatit’slasteduntilnow,notmorethanthreeweeks,afterall。She’sonlyseenyoufourorfivetimes,andmenotmuchoftener。Noonespeaksofyoutoher,andI’vekeptoutofsightwhenotherswereabout。Mrs。Tanberryisheronlyclosefriend,and,naturally,wouldn’tbeapttomentionthatyouaredarkandIamfair,ortodescribeuspersonally,anymorethanyouandIwouldmentionthegeneralappearanceofpeoplewebothmeetabouttown。Butyouneedn’ttellmethatitcan’tlastmuchlonger。Somepetty,unexpectedtriflewillturnup,ofcourse。AllthatIwanttoknowiswhatyoumeantodo。"
  "Todo?"repeatedTomsoftly,andblewalongscarfofsmokeoutofthewindow。
  "Ah!"Crailey’svoicegrewsharpandloud。"Therearemanythingsyouneedn’ttellme!YouneednottellmewhatI’vedonetoyou——norwhatyouthinkofme!Youneednottellmethatyouhaveotherstoconsider,thatyouhaveMissCarewetothinkof。Don’tyousupposeIknowthat?AndyouneednottellmethatyouhaveadutytoFanchon——"
  "Yes,"Tombrokein,histonenotquitesteady。"Yes,I’vethoughtofthat。"
  "Well?"
  "Haveyou——didyou——"hehesitated,butCraileyunderstoodimmediately。
  "No;Ihaven’tseenheragain。"
  "Butyou——"
  "Yes——Iwrote。Iansweredtheletter。"
  "As-"
  "Yes;Isignedyourname。ItoldyouthatIhadjustletthingsgoon,"
  Craileyanswered,withanimpatientmovementofhishands。"Whatareyougoingtodo?"
  "I’mgoingovertoseetheGovernorinthemorning。I’llbeawaytwoorthreedays,Iimagine。"
  "Vanrevel!"exclaimedCraileyhotly,"Willyougivemeananswerandnotbeataboutthebushanylonger?Ordoyoumeanthatyourefusetoanswer?"
  Tomdroppedhiscigaruponthebrickwindow-ledgewithanabysmalsigh。
  "Oh,no,itisn’tthat,"heansweredmildly"I’vebeenthinkingitalloverforthreedaysinthecountry,andwhenIgotbacktonightIfoundthatIhadcometoadecisionwithoutknowingit,andthatIhadcometoitevenbeforeIstarted;myleavingtheletterforyouprovedit。It’salittlelikethisMexicanwar,amixed-upproblemandonlyonethingclear。
  Afewschemershaveledthecountryintoittoincreasetheslave-powerandmakeusforgetthatwethreatenedEnglandwhenwecouldn’tcarryoutthethreat。Andyet,ifyoulookatitbroadly,thesearethesmallerthingsandtheydonotlast。Themeansbywhichthecountrygrowsmaybewrong,butitsgrowthisright;itisonlydestiny,workingoutthroughliesandblood,buttheendwillbegood。Itisboundtohappenandyoucan’tstopit。Ibelievethemenwhomakethiswarfortheirownuseswillsufferinhell-fireforit;butitismade,andthere’sonlyonethingIcanseeasthethingformetodo。They’vecalledmeeverynameonearth——andthesamewithyou,too,Crailey——becauseI’manAbolitionist,butnow,whetherthecountryhassinnedornot,agoodmanythousandmenhavegottodothebleedingforher,andIwanttobeoneofthem。That’stheonethingthatisplaintome。"
  "Yes,"returnedCrailey。"YouknowI’mwithyou;andIthinkyou’realwaysright。Yes;we’llallbeonthewayinafortnightorso。Doyoumeanyouwon’tquarrelwithmebecauseofthat?Doyoumeanitwouldbeapoortimenow,whenwe’reallgoingouttotakeourchancestogether?"
  "Quarrelwithyou!"Tomroseandcametothedesk,lookingacrossitathisfriend。"DidyouthinkImightdothat?"
  "Yes——Ithoughtso。"
  "Crailey!"AndnowTom’sexpressionshoweddesperation;itwasthatofamanwhoseapprehensionshaveculminatedandwhoisforcedtofaceacrisislongexpected,longaverted,butimminentatlast。HiseyesfellfromCrailey’scleargazeandhishandfidgetedamongthepapersonthedesk。
  "No,"hebeganwithapainfullamenessandhesitation。"Ididnotmeanit——no;Imeant,that,inthesameway,onlyonethinginthisother——thisotheraffairthatseemssoconfusedandissuchaproblem——onlyonethinghasgrownclear。Itdoesn’tseemtomethat——that——"herehedrewadeepbreath,beforehewentonwithincreasingnervousness——"thatifyoulikeamanandhavelivedwithhimagoodmanyyears;thatistosay,ifyou’rereallymuchofafriendtohim,Idon’tbelieveyousitonahighseatandjudgehim。Judging,andallthat,haven’tmuchpartinit。Anditseemstomethatyou’vegotyourselfintoaprettybadmix-up,Crailey。"
  "Yes,"saidCrailey。"It’sprettybad。"
  "Well,"Tomlookedupnow,withanalmosttremuloussmile,"IbelievethatisaboutallIcanmakeofit。Doyouthinkit’sthepartofyourbestfriendtoexposeyou?ItseemstomethatifthereeverwasatimewhenI
  oughttostandbyyou,it’snow。"
  Therewasasilencewhiletheylookedateachotheracrossthedeskinthefaintlight。Tom’seyefellagainasCraileyopenedhislips。
  "Andinspiteofeverything,"Craileysaidbreathlessly,"youmeanthatyouwon’ttell?"
  "HowcouldI,Crailey?"saidTomVanrevelasbeturnedaway。
  CHAPTERXV
  WhenJuneCame"MethoughtImetaDamselFairAndtearswereinhereyes;
  Herheadandarmswerebare,Iheardherburstingsighs。
  "Istopp’dandlookedherintheface,`Twasthenshesweetlysmiled。
  Herfeaturesshonewithmournfulgrace,FarmorethanNature’schild。
  "Withdiffidentanddowncasteye,Inmodesttonesshespoke;
  Shewipedatearandgaveasigh,Andthenhersilencebroke——"
  SosangMrs。Tanberryatthepiano,relievingthemelancholywhichpossessedher;butNelson,pausinginthehailtolisten,andexceedinglycuriousconcerningthepromisedutteranceoftheDamselFair,wastosufferdisappointment,astheballadwasbrokenoffabruptlyandthesongstressclosedthepianowithamonstrousclatter。LittledoubtmaybeentertainedthatthenoisewasdesignedtodisturbMr。Carewe,whosatupontheverandaconsultingabrownPrincipe,andlessthattheintendedinsultwasaccomplished。Foranexpressionofavindictivenaturewasprecipitatedinthatquartersosimultaneouslythatthebangofthepiano-
  lidandthecursewereevenasthereportofamusketandtheimmediatecryofthewounded。
  Mrs。Tanberryatoncedeboucheduponthepiazza,showingavast,cloudedcountenance。"AndIhopetoheavenyoualreadyhadaheadache!"sheexclaimed。
  "Thecourtesyofyourwish,madam,"Carewereplied,withanangryflashofhiseye,"isonlyequaledbythekindnessofheaveninansweringit。I
  have,infact,aheadache。Ialwayshave,nowadays。"
  "That’sgoodnews,"returnedtheladyheartily。
  "Ithankyou,"retortedherhost。
  "PerhapsifyoutreatedyourdaughterevenadecentIndian’skindofpoliteness,you’denjoybetterhealth。"
  "Ah!AndinwhatfailuretoperformmydutytowardherhaveIincurredyourdispleasure?"
  "Whereisshenow?"exclaimedtheotherexcitably。"Whereisshenow?"
  "Icannotsay。"
  "Yes,youcan,RobertCarewe!"Mrs。Tanberryretorted,withawrathfulgesture。"Youknowwellenoughshe’sinherownroom,andsodoI——forI
  triedtogetintocomfortherwhenIheardhercrying。She’sintherewiththedoorbolted,whereyoudroveher!"
  "Idroveher!"hesneered。
  "Yes,youdid,andIheardyou。DoyouthinkIcouldn’thearyouragingandstormingatherlikeacrazyman?Whenyougetinatemperdoyoudreamthere’sasoulintheneighborhoodwhodoesn’tknowit?You’reafoolifyoudo,becausetheycouldhaveheardyouswearingdownonMainStreet,ifthey’dlistened。Whatareyoutryingtodotoher?——breakherspirit?——orwhat?Becauseyou’lldoit,orkillher。Ineverheardanybodycrysoheart-brokenly。"Herethegoodwoman’sowneyesfilled。
  "What’stheuseofpretending?"shewentonsorrowfully。"Youhaven’tspokentoherkindlysinceyoucamehome。DoyousupposeI’mblindtothat?Youweren’tabadhusbandtothepoorchild’smother;whycan’tyoubeagoodfathertoher?"
  "Perhapsyoumightbeginbyaskinghertobeagooddaughtertome。"
  "Whathasshedone?"
  "ThenightbeforeIwentawaysherantoafireandbehavedtherelikeacommonstreethoyden。TheladiesoftheCarewefamilyhavenotformerlyacquiredanotorietyofthatkind。"
  "Bah!"saidMrs。Tanberry。
  "Thenextmorning,whenItaxedherwithit,shedutifullydefiedandinsultedme。"
  "Icanimaginethedelicacywithwhichyou`taxed’her。Whathasthattodowithyourdevilishtantrumsofthisafternoon,RobertCarewe?"
  "Iamobligedtoyoufortheexpression,"hereturned。"WhenIcamehome,thisafternoon,Ifoundherreadingthatthing。"HepointedtomanyverysmallfragmentsofMr。Cummings’snewspaper,whichwerescatteredaboutthelawnneartheveranda。"Shewasouthere,readinganarticlewhichI
  hadreaddowntownandwhichappearedinaspecialeditionofthatrottensheet,sentouttwohoursago。"
  "Well?"
  "Doyouknowwhatthatarticlewas,madam,doyouknowwhatitwas?"
  Althoughbreathingheavily,Mr。Carewehadcompelledhimselftoacertainoutwardcalmness,butnow,intheuncontrollableagitationofhisanger,hesprangtohisfeetandstruckoneofthewoodenpillarsoftheporchashockingblowwiththebareknucklesofhisclenchedhand。"Doyouknowwhatitwas?ItwasaeulogyofthatdamnedVanrevel!Itpretendedtobeanaccountoftheenrollmentofhisinfernalcompany,butitwasnothingmorethanaglorificationofthatnigger-lovinghound!Hiscompany——alotofsneaks,who’llrunlikesheepfromthefirstGreaser——electedhimcaptainyesterday,andtodayhereceivedanappointmentasmajor!Itdriesthebloodinmyveinstothinkofit!——thatblackdogamajor!GoodGod!amInevertohearthelastofhim?Cummingswroteit,thefool,thelying,fawning,slobberingfool;heoughttobeshotforit!Neitherhenorhispapereverentermydoorsagain!AndItookthedirtysheetfromherhandsandtoreittopieces——"
  "Yes,"interposedMrs。Tanberry,"itlooksasifyouhaddoneitwithyourteeth。"
  "——Andstampeditintotheground!"
  "Oh,Iheardyou!"shesaid。
  Carewecameclosetoher,andgaveheralonglookfromsuchbittereyesthatherownfellbeforethem。"Ifyou’vebeentreacheroustome,JaneTanberry,"hesaid,"thenGodpunishyou!Ifthey’vemet——mydaughterandthatman——whileIwasaway,itisonyourhead。Idon’taskyou,becauseI
  believeifyouknewanythingyou’dlieforhersake。ButItellyouthatasshereadthatpaper,shedidnothearmysteponthewalknorknowthatIwasthereuntilIleanedoverhershoulder。AndIswearthatIsuspecther。"
  Heturnedandwalkedtothedoor,whiletheindomitableMrs。Tanberry,silencedforonce,sankintothechairhehadvacated。Beforehedisap-
  pearedwithinthehouse,hepaused。