The days and weeks which followed were filled with divine enchantment8; the prosaic9 world was transfigured; the intricacies of the law were luminous10 with the sheen of gold, becoming the quartz11 veins12 from which he would mine wealth for Helen; the plants in his little rose-house were cared for with caressing13 tenderness because they gave buds which would be worn over the heart now throbbing14 for him. Never did mortal know such unalloyed happiness as blessed Martine, as he became daily more convinced that Helen was not giving herself to him merely from the promptings of compassion15.
At times, when she did not know he was listening, he heard her low, sweet laugh; and it had a joyous16 ring and melody which repeated itself like a haunting refrain of music. He would say smilingly, "It is circumstantial evidence, equivalent to direct proof."
Helen and her mother almost took possession of his house while he was absent at his office, refurnishing and transforming it, yet retaining with reverent17 memory what was essentially18 associated with Mrs. Martine. The changing aspects of the house did not banish19 the old sense of familiarity, but were rather like the apple-tree in the corner of the garden when budding into new foliage20 and flower. The banker's purse was ever open for all this renovation21, but Martine jealously persisted in his resolve to meet every expense himself. Witnessing his gladness and satisfaction, they let him have his way, he meanwhile exulting22 over Helen's absorbed interest in the adornment23 of her future home.
The entire village had a friendly concern in the approaching wedding; and the aged24 gossips never tired of saying, "I told you so," believing that they understood precisely25 how it had all come about. Even Mrs. Nichol aquiesced with a few deep sighs, assuring herself, "I suppose it's natural. I'd rather it was Bart Martine than anybody else."
A few days before the 1st of December, Martine received a telegram from an aged uncle residing in a distant State. It conveyed a request hard to comply with, yet he did not see how it could be evaded26. The despatch27 was delivered in the evening while he was at the Kembles', and its effect upon the little group was like a bolt out of a clear sky. It ran:
"Your cousin dangerously ill at——Hospital, Washington. Go to him at once, if possible, and telegraph me to come, if necessary."
Hobart explained that this cousin had remained in the army from choice, and that his father, old and feeble, naturally shrank from a journey to which he was scarcely equal. "My hospital experience," he concluded, "leads him to think that I am just the one to go, especially as I can get there much sooner than he. I suppose he is right. Indeed, I do not know of any one else whom he could call upon. It certainly is a very painful duty at this time."
"I can't endure to think of it," Helen exclaimed.
"It's a clear question of conscience, Helen," he replied gently. "Many years have passed since I saw this cousin, yet he, and still more strongly his father, have the claims of kinship. If anything should happen which my presence could avert28, you know we should both feel bad. It would be a cloud upon our happiness. If this request had come before you had changed everything for me, you know I would have gone without a moment's hesitation29. Very gratitude30 should make me more ready for duty;" yet he signed deeply.
"But it may delay the wedding, for which the invitations have gone out," protested Mrs. Kemble.
"Possibly it may, if my cousin's life is in danger." Then, brightening up, he added: "Perhaps I shall find that I can leave him in good care for a short time, and then we can go to Washington on our wedding trip. I would like to gain associations with that city different from those I now have."
"Come now," said the banker, hopefully, "if we must face this thing, we must. The probabilities are that it will turn out as Hobart says. At worst it can only be a sad interruption and episode. Hobart will be better satisfied in the end if he does what he now thinks his duty."
"Yours is the right view," assented31 the young man, firmly. "I shall take the midnight train, and telegraph as soon as I have seen my cousin and the hospital surgeon."
He went home and hastily made his preparations; then, with valise in hand, returned to the Kembles'. The old people bade him Godspeed on his journey, and considerately left him with his affianced.
"Hobart," Helen entreated32, as they were parting, "be more than ordinarily prudent33. Do not take any risks, even the most trivial, unless you feel you must. Perhaps I'm weak and foolish, but I'm possessed34 with a strange, nervous dread35. This sudden call of duty—for so I suppose I must look upon it—seems so inopportune;" and she hid her tears on his shoulder.
"You are taking it much too seriously, darling," he said, gently drawing her closer to him.
"Yes, my reason tells me that I am. You are only going on a brief journey, facing nothing that can be called danger. Yet I speak as I feel—I cannot help feeling. Give me glad reassurance36 by returning quickly and safely. Then hereafter I will laugh at forebodings."
"There, you need not wait till I reach Washington. You shall hear from me in the morning, and I will also telegraph when I have opportunity on my journey."
"Please do so, and remember that I could not endure to have my life impoverished37 again."
Late the following evening, Martine inquired his way to the bedside of his cousin, and was glad indeed to find him convalescent. His own experienced eyes, together with the statement of the sick man and wardmaster, convinced him that the danger point was well passed. In immense relief of mind he said cheerily, "I will watch to-night"; and so it was arranged.
His cousin, soothed39 and hushed in his desire to talk, soon dropped into quiet slumber40, while Martine's thronging41 thoughts banished42 the sense of drowsiness43. A shaded lamp burned near, making a circle of light and leaving the rest of the ward38 dim and shadowy. The scene was very familiar, and it was an easy effort for his imagination to place in the adjoining cots the patients with whom, months before, he had fought the winning or losing battle of life. While memory sometimes went back compassionately44 to those sufferers, his thoughts dwelt chiefly upon the near future, with its certainty of happiness—a happiness doubly appreciated because his renewed experience in the old conditions of his life made the home which awaited him all the sweeter from contrast. He could scarcely believe that he was the same man who in places like this had sought to forget the pain of bereavement45 and of denial of his dearest wish—he who in the morning would telegraph Helen that the wedding need not even be postponed46, or any change made in their plans.
The hours were passing almost unnoted, when a patient beyond the circle of light feebly called for water. Almost mechanically Hobart rose to get it, when a man wearing carpet slippers47 and an old dressing-gown shuffled48 noiselessly into view.
"Captain Nichol!" gasped49 Martine, sinking back, faint and trembling, in his chair.
The man paid no attention, but passed through the circle of light to the patient, gave him a drink, and turned. Martine stared with the paralysis50 of one looking upon an apparition51.
When the figure was opposite to him, he again ejaculated hoarsely52,
"Captain Nichol!"
The form in slippers and gray ghostly dressing-gown turned sleepy eyes upon him without the slightest sign of recognition, passed on, and disappeared among the shadows near the wardmaster's room.
A blending of relief and fearful doubt agitated53 Martine. He knew he had been wide awake and in the possession of every faculty—that his imagination had been playing him no tricks. He was not even thinking of Nichol at the time; yet the impression that he had looked upon and spoken to his old schoolmate, to Helen's dead lover, had been as strong as it was instantaneous. When the man had turned, there had been an unnatural54 expression, which in a measure dispelled55 the illusion. After a moment of thought which scorched56 his brain, he rose and followed the man's steps, and was in time to see him rolling himself in his blanket on the cot nearest the door. From violent agitation57, Martine unconsciously shook the figure outlined in the blanket roughly, as he asked, "What's your name?"
"Yankee Blank, doggone yer! Kyant you wake a feller 'thout yankin' 'im out o' baid? What yer want?"
"Great God!" muttered Hobart, tottering58 back to his seat beside his sleeping cousin, "was there ever such a horrible, mocking suggestion of one man in another? Yankee Blank—what a name! Southern accent and vernacular59, yet Nichol's voice! Such similarity combined with such dissimilarity is like a nightmare. Of course it's not Nichol. He was killed nearly two years ago. I'd be more than human if I could wish him back now; but never in my life have I been so shocked and startled. This apparition must account for itself in the morning."
But he could not wait till morning; he could not control himself five minutes. He felt that he must banish that horrible semblance60 of Nichol from his mind by convincing himself of its absurdity61.
He waited a few moments in order to compose his nerves, and then returned. The man had evidently gone to sleep.
"What a fool I am!" Martine again muttered. "Let the poor fellow sleep. The fact that he doesn't know me is proof enough. The idea of wanting any proof! I can investigate his case in the morning, and, no doubt, in broad light that astonishing suggestion of Nichol will disappear."
He was about to turn away when the patient who had called for water groaned62 slightly. As if his ears were as sensitive to such sounds as those of a mother who hears her child even when it stirs, the man arose. Seeing Martine standing63 by him, he asked in slight irritation64, "What yer want? Why kyant yer say what yer want en have done 'th it? Lemme 'tend ter that feller yander firs'. We uns don't want no mo' stiffs;" and he shuffled with a peculiar65, noiseless tread to the patient whose case seemed on his mind. Martine followed, his very hair rising at the well-remembered tones, and the mysterious principle of identity again revealed within the circle of light.
"This is simply horrible!" he groaned inwardly, "and I must have that man account for himself instantly."
"Now I'll 'tend ter yer, but yer mout let a feller sleep when he kin4."
"Don't you know me?" faltered66 Martine, overpowered.
"Naw."
"Please tell me your real name, not your nickname."
"Ain' got no name 'cept Yankee Blank. What's the matter with yer, anyhow?"
"Didn't you ever hear of Captain Nichol?"
"Reckon not. Mout have. I've nussed mo' cap'ins than I kin reckerlect."
"Are you a hospital nurse?"
"Sorter 'spect I am. That's what I does, anyhow. Have you anything agin it? Don't yer come 'ferin' round with me less yer a doctor, astin' no end o' questions. Air you a new doctor?"
"My name is Hobart Martine," the speaker forced himself to say, expecting fearfully a sign of recognition, for the impression that it was Nichol grew upon him every moment, in spite of apparent proof to the contrary.
"Hump! Hob't Ma'tine. Never yeared on yer. Ef yer want ter chin mo' in the mawnin', I'll be yere."
"Wait a moment, Yan—"
"Yankee Blank, I tole yer."
"Well, here's a dollar for the trouble I'm making you," and Martine's face flushed with shame at the act, so divided was his impression about the man.
Yankee Blank took the money readily, grinned, and said, "Now I'll chin till mawnin' ef yer wants hit."
"I won't keep you long. You remind me of—of—well, of Captain Nichol."
"He must 'a' been a cur'ous chap. Folks all say I'm a cur'ous chap."
"Won't you please tell me all that you can remember about yourself?"
"'Tain't much. Short hoss soon curried67. Allus ben in hospitals. Had high ole jinks with a wound on my haid. Piece o' shell, they sez, cut me yere," and he pointed68 to a scar across his forehead. "That's what they tole me. Lor'! I couldn't mek much out o' the gibberish I firs' year, en they sez I talked gibberish too. But I soon got the hang o' the talk in the hospital. Well, ez I wuz sayin', I've allus been in hospitals firs' one, then anuther. I got well, en the sojers call me Yankee Blank en set me waitin' on sick uns en the wounded. That's what I'm a-doin' now."
"You were in Southern hospitals?"
"I reckon. They called the place Richman."
"Why did you come here?"
"Kaze I wuz bro't yere. They said I was 'changed."
"Exchanged, wasn't it?"
"Reckon it was. Anyhow I wuz bro't yere with a lot o' sick fellers. I wuzn't sick. For a long time the doctors kep' a-pesterin' me with questions, but they lemme 'lone69 now. I 'spected you wuz a new doctor, en at it agin."
"Don't you remember the village of Alton?"
The man shook his head.
"Don't you—" and Martine's voice grew husky—"don't you remember Helen
Kemble?"
"A woman?"
"Yes."
"Never yeared on her. I only reckerlect people I've seen in hospitals. Women come foolin' roun' some days, but Lor'! I kin beat any on 'em teekin' keer o' the patients; en wen they dies, I kin lay 'em out. You ast the wardmaster ef I kant lay out a stiff with the best o' 'em."
"That will do. You can go to sleep now."
"All right, Doc. I call everybody doc who asts sech a lot o' questions." He shuffled to his cot and was soon asleep.
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luminous
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caressing
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compassion
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joyous
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essentially
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banish
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foliage
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renovation
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adornment
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