Why, therefore, Major Martt had spent the whole of three successive leaves-of-absence at East Patten, where he hadn't a relative, and where no other soldier lived, no one could imagine. Even professional newsmakers never assigned any reason for it, for although their vigorous and experienced imaginations were fully6 capable of forming some plausible7 theory on the subject of the major's fondness for East Patten, they shrank from making public the results of any such labors8.
It was perfectly9 safe to circulate some purely10 original story about any ordinary citizen, but there was no knowing how a military man might treat such a matter when it reached his ears, as it was morally sure to do.
Live military men had not been seen in East Patten since the Revolutionary War, three-quarters of a century before the villagers first saw Major Martt; and such soldiers as had been revealed to East Patten through the medium of print were as dangerously touchy11 as the hair-triggers of their favorite weapons.
So East Patten let the major's private affairs alone, and was really glad to see the major in person. There was a scarcity12 of men at East Patten—of interesting men, at least, for the undoubted sanctity of the old men lent no special graces to their features or manners; while the young men were merely the residuum of an active emigration which had for some years been setting westward13 from East Patten.
East Patten.
East Patten was one of the quietest places
in the world.
When, therefore, the tall, straight, broad-shouldered, clear-eyed, much-whiskered major appeared on the street, looking (as he always did) as if he had just been shaved, brushed and polished, the sight was an extremely pleasing one, except to certain young men who feared for the validity of their titles to their respective sweethearts should the major chance to be affectionate.
But the major gave no cause for complaint. When he first came to the village he bought Rose Cottage, opposite the splendid Wittleday property, and he spent most of his time (his leave-of-absence always occurring in the Summer season) in his garden, trimming his shrubs14, nursing his flowering-plants, growing magnificent roses, and in all ways acting15 utterly16 unlike a man of blood. Occasionally he played a game of chess with Parson Fisher, the jolly ex-clergyman, or smoked a pipe with the sadler-postmaster; he attended all the East Patten tea-parties, too, but he made himself so uniformly agreeable to all the ladies that the mothers in Israel agreed with many sighs, that the major was not a marrying man.
It may easily be imagined, then, that when one Summer the major reappeared at East Patten with a brother officer who was young and reasonably good-looking, the major's popularity did not diminish.
The young man was introduced as Lieutenant17 Doyson, who had once saved the major's life by a lucky shot, as that chieftain, with empty pistols, was trying to escape from a well-mounted Indian; and all the young ladies in town declared they knew the lieutenant must have done something wonderful, he was so splendid.
But, with that fickleness18 which seems in some way communicable from wicked cities to virtuous19 villages, East Patten suddenly ceased to exhibit unusual interest in the pair of warriors21, for a new excitement had convulsed the village mind to its very centre.
It was whispered that Mrs. Wittleday, the sole and widowed owner of the great Wittleday property, had wearied of the mourning she wore for the husband she had buried two years previously22, and that she would soon publicly announce the fact by laying aside her weeds and giving a great entertainment, to which every one was to be invited.
There was considerable high-toned deprecation of so early a cessation of Mrs. Wittleday's sorrowing, she being still young and handsome, and there was some fault found on the economic ground that the widow couldn't yet have half worn out her mourning-garments; but as to the propriety23 of her giving an entertainment, the voices of East Patten were as one in the affirmative.
Such of the villagers as had chanced to sit at meat with the late Scott Wittleday, had reported that dishes with unremembered foreign names were as plenty as were the plainer viands24 on the tables of the old inhabitants; such East Pattenites as had not been entertained at the Wittleday board rejoiced in a prospect2 of believing by sight as well as by faith.
The report proved to have unusually good foundation. Within a fortnight each respectable householder received a note intimating that Mrs. Wittleday would be pleased to see self and family on the evening of the following Thursday.
The time was short, and the resources of the single store at East Patten were limited, but the natives did their best, and the eventful evening brought to Mrs. Wittleday's handsome parlors25 a few gentlemen and ladies, and a large number of good people, who, with all the heroism26 of a forlorn hope, were doing their best to appear at ease and happy.
The major and lieutenant were there, of course, and both in uniform, by special request of the hostess. The major, who had met Mrs. Wittleday in city society before her husband's death, and who had maintained a bowing-acquaintance with her during her widowhood, gravely presented the lieutenant to Mrs. Wittleday, made a gallant27 speech about the debt society owed to her for again condescending28 to smile upon it, and then presented his respects to the nearest of the several groups of ladies who were gazing invitingly29 at him.
Then he summoned the lieutenant (whose reluctance30 to leave Mrs. Wittleday's side was rendered no less by a bright smile which that lady gave him as he departed), and made him acquainted with ladies of all ages, and of greatly varying personal appearance. The young warrior20 went through the ordeal31 with only tolerable composure, and improved his first opportunity to escape and regain32 the society of the hostess. Two or three moments later, just as Mrs. Wittleday turned aside to speak to stately old Judge Bray33, the lieutenant found himself being led rapidly toward the veranda34. The company had not yet found its way out of the parlors to any extent, so the major locked the lieutenant's arm in his own, commenced a gentle promenade35, and remarked:
"Fred, my boy, you're making an ass5 of yourself."
"Oh, nonsense, major," answered the young man, with considerable impatience36. "I don't want to know all these queer, old-fashioned people; they're worse than a lot of plebes at West Point."
"I don't mean that, Fred, though, if you don't want to make talk, you must make yourself agreeable. But you're too attentive37 to Mrs. Wittleday."
"By George," responded the lieutenant, eagerly, "how can I help it? She's divine!"
"A great many others think so, too, Fred—I do myself—but they don't make it so plagued evident on short acquaintance. Behave yourself, now—your eyesight is good—sit down and play the agreeable to some old lady, and look at Mrs. Wittleday across the room, as often as you like."
The lieutenant was young; his face was not under good control, and he had no whiskers, and very little mustache to hide it, so, although he obeyed the order of his superior, it was with a visage so mournful that the major imagined, when once or twice he caught Mrs. Wittleday's eye, that that handsome lady was suffering from restrained laughter.
Humorous as the affair had seemed to the major before, he could not endure to have his preserver's sorrow the cause of merriment in any one else; so, deputing Parson Fisher to make their excuse to the hostess when it became possible to penetrate38 the crowd which had slowly surrounded her, the major took his friend's arm and returned to the cottage.
"Major!" exclaimed the subaltern, "I—I half wish I'd let that Indian catch you; then you wouldn't have spoiled the pleasantest evening I ever had—ever began to have, I should say."
"You wouldn't have had an evening at East Patten then, Fred," said the major, with a laugh, as he passed the cigars, and lit one himself. "Seriously, my boy, you must be more careful. You came here to spend a pleasant three months with me, and the first time you're in society you act, to a lady you never saw before, too, in such a way, that if it had been any one but a lady of experience, she would have imagined you in love with her."
"I am in love with her," declared the young man, with a look which was intended to be defiant39, but which was noticeably shamedfaced. "I'm going to tell her so, too—that is, I'm going to write her about it."
"Steady, Fred—steady!" urged the major, kindly40. "She'd be more provoked than pleased. Don't you suppose fifty men have worshiped her at first sight? They have, and she knows it, too—but it hasn't troubled her mind at all: handsome women know they turn men's heads in that way, and they generally respect the men who are sensible enough to hold their tongues about it, at least until there's acquaintance enough between them to justify41 a little confidence."
"Major," said poor Fred, very meekly42, almost piteously, "don't—don't you suppose I could make her care something for me?"
The major looked thoughtfully, and then tenderly, at the cigar he held between his fingers. Finally he said, very gently:
"My dear boy, perhaps you could. Would it be fair, though? Love in earnest means marriage. Would you torment43 a poor woman, who's lost one husband, into wondering three-quarters of the time whether the scalp of another isn't in the hands of some villainous Apache?"
The unhappy lieutenant hid his face in heavy clouds of tobacco smoke.
"Well," said he, springing to his feet, and pacing the floor like a caged animal, "I'll tell you what I'll do; I'll write her, and throw my heart at her feet. Of course she won't care. It's just as you say. Why should she? But I'll do it, and then I'll go back to the regiment44. I hate to spoil your fun, major, if it's any fun to you to have such a fool in your quarters; but the fact is, the enemy's too much for me. I wouldn't feel worse if I was facing a division. I'll write her to morrow. I'd rather be refused by her than loved by any other woman."
"Put it off a fortnight, Fred," suggested the major; "it's the polite thing to call within a week after this party; you'll have a chance then to become better acquainted with her. She's delightful45 company, I'm told. Perhaps you'll make up your mind it's better to enjoy her society, during our leave, than to throw away everything in a forlorn hope. Wait a fortnight, that's a sensible youth."
"I can't, major!" cried the excited boy. "Hang it! you're an old soldier—don't you know how infernally uncomfortable it is to stand still and be shot at?"
"I do, my boy," said the major, with considerable emphasis, and a far-away look at nothing in particular.
"Well, that'll be my fix as long as I stay here and keep quiet," replied the lieutenant.
"Wait a week, then," persisted the major. "You don't want to be 'guilty of conduct unbecoming an officer and a gentleman,' eh? Don't spoil her first remembrances of the first freedom she's known for a couple of years."
"Well, call it a week, then," moodily46 replied the love-sick brave, lighting47 a candle, and moving toward his room. "I suppose it will take me a week, anyway, to make up a letter fit to send to such an angel."
The major sighed, put on an easy coat and slippers48, and stepped into his garden.
"Poor Fred!" he muttered to himself, as he paced the walk in front of the piazza49; "can't wait a fortnight, eh? Wonder what he would say if he knew I'd been waiting for seven or eight years—if he knew I fell in love with her as easily as he did, and that I've never recovered myself? Wonder what he'd do if some one were to marry her almost before his very eyes, as poor Wittleday did while I was longing50 for her acquaintance? Wonder what sort of fool he'd call me if he knew that I came to East Patten, time after time, just for a chance of looking at her—that I bought Rose Cottage merely to be near her—that I'd kept it all to myself, and for a couple of years had felt younger at the thought that I might, perchance, win her after all? Poor Fred! And yet, why shouldn't she marry him?—women have done stranger things; and he's a great deal more attractive-looking than an old campaigner like myself. Well, God bless 'em both, and have mercy on an old coward!"
The major looked toward the Wittleday mansion51. The door was open; the last guests were evidently departing, and their beautiful entertainer was standing52 in the doorway53, a flood of light throwing into perfect relief her graceful54 and tastefully dressed figure. She said something laughingly to the departing guests; it seemed exquisite55 music to the major. Then the door closed, and the major, with a groan56, retired57 within his own door, and sorrowfully consumed many cigars.
The week that followed was a very dismal58 one to the major. He petted his garden as usual, and whistled softly to himself, as was his constant habit, but he insanely pinched the buds off the flowering plants, and his whistling—sometimes plaintive59, sometimes hopeless, sometimes wrathful, sometimes vindictive60 in expression—was restricted to the execution of dead-marches alone. He jeopardized61 his queen so often at chess that Parson Fisher deemed it only honorable to call the major's attention to his misplays, and to allow him to correct them.
The saddler post-master noticed that the major—usually a most accomplished62 smoker—now consumed a great many matches in relighting each pipe that he filled. Only once during the week did he chance to meet Mrs. Wittleday, and then the look which accompanied his bow and raised hat was so solemn, that his fair neighbor was unusually sober herself for a few moments, while she wondered whether she could in any way have given the major offense63.
As for the lieutenant, he sat at the major's desk for many sorrowful hours each day, the general result being a large number of closely written and finely torn scraps64 in the waste-basket. Then coatless, collarless, with open vest and hair disarranged in the manner traditional among love-sick youths, he would pour mournful airs from a flute65.
The major complained—rather frequently for a man who had spent years on the Plains—of drafts from the front windows, which windows he finally kept closed most of the time, thus saving Mrs. Wittleday the annoyance66 which would certainly have resulted from the noise made by the earnest but unskilled amateur.
For the major himself, however, neither windows nor doors could afford relief; and when, one day, the sergeant67 accidentally overturned a heavy table, which fell upon the flute and crushed it, the major enjoyed the only happy moments that were his during the week.
The week drew very near its close. The major had, with a heavy but desperate heart, told stories, sung songs, brought up tactical points for discussion—he even waxed enthusiastic in favor of a run through Europe, he, of course, to bear all the expenses; but the subaltern remained faithful and obdurate68.
Finally, the morning of the last day arrived, and the lieutenant, to the major's surprise and delight, appeared at the table with a very resigned air.
"Major," said he, "I wouldn't mention it under any other circumstances, but—I saved your life once?"
"You did, my boy. God bless you!" responded the major, promptly69.
"Well, now I want to ask a favor on the strength of that act. I'll never ask another. It's no use for me to try to write to her—the harder I try the more contemptible70 my words appear. Now, what I ask, is this: you write me a rough draft of what's fit to send to such an incomparable being, and I'll copy it and send it over. I don't expect any answer—all I want to do is to throw myself away on her, but I want to do it handsomely, and—hang it, I don't know how. Write just as if you were doing it for yourself. Will you do it?"
The major tried to wash his heart out of his throat with a sip71 of coffee, and succeeded but partially72; yet the appealing look of his favorite, added to the unconscious pathos73 of his tone, restored to him his self-command, and he replied:
"I'll do it, Fred, right away."
"Don't spoil your breakfast for it; any time this morning will do," said the lieutenant, as the major arose from the table. But the veteran needed an excuse for leaving his breakfast untouched, and he rather abruptly74 stepped upon, the piazza and indulged in a thoughtful promenade.
"Write just as if you were doing it for yourself."
The young man's words rang constantly in his ears, and before the major had thought many moments, he determined75 to do exactly what he was asked to do.
This silly performance of the lieutenant's would, of course, put an end to the acquaintanceship of the major and Mrs. Wittleday, unless that lady were most unusually gracious. Why should he not say to her, over the subaltern's name, all that he had for years been hoping for an opportunity to say? No matter that she would not imagine who was the real author of the letter—it would still be an unspeakable comfort to write the words and know that her eyes would read them—that her heart would perhaps—probably, in fact—pity the writer.
The major seated himself, wrote, erased76, interlined, rewrote, and finally handed to the lieutenant a sheet of letter-paper, of which nearly a page was covered with the major's very characteristic chirography.
"By gracious, major!" exclaimed the lieutenant, his face having lightened perceptibly during the perusal77 of the letter, "that's magnificent! I declare, it puts hope into me; and yet, confound it, it's plaguy like marching under some one else's colors."
"Never mind, my boy, copy it, sign it, and send it over, and don't hope too much."
The romantic young brave copied the letter carefully, line for line; he spoilt several envelopes in addressing one to suit him, and then dispatched the missive by the major's servant, laying the rough draft away for future (and probably sorrowful) perusal.
The morning hours lagged dreadfully. Both warriors smoked innumerable cigars, but only to find fault with the flavor thereof.
The lieutenant tried to keep his heart up by relating two or three stories, at the points of each of which the major forced a boisterous78 laugh, but the mirth upon both sides was visibly hollow. Dinner was set at noon, the usual military dinner-hour, but little was consumed, except a bottle of claret, which the major, who seldom drank, seemed to consider it advisable to produce.
The after-dinner cigar lasted only until one o'clock; newspapers by the noon-day mail occupied their time for but a scant80 hour more, and an attempted game of cribbage speedily dropped by unspoken but mutual82 consent.
Suddenly the garden gate creaked. The lieutenant sprang to his feet, looked out of the window, and exclaimed:
"It's her darkey—he's got an answer—oh, major!"
"Steady, boy, steady!" said the major, arising hastily and laying his hand on the young man's shoulder, as that excited person was hastening to the door. "'Officer and gentleman,' you know. Let Sam open the door."
The bell rang, the door was opened, a word or two passed between the two servants, and Mrs. Wittleday's coachman appeared in the dining-room, holding the letter. The lieutenant eagerly reached for it, but the sable79 carrier grinned politely, said:
"It's for de major, sar—wuz told to give it right into his han's, and nobody else," fulfilled his instructions, and departed with many bows and smiles, while the two soldiers dropped into their respective chairs.
"Hurry up, major—do, please," whispered the lieutenant. But the veteran seemed an interminably long time in opening the dainty envelope in his hand. Official communications he opened with a dexterity83 suggesting sleight-of-hand, but now he took a penknife from his pocket, opened its smallest, brightest blade, and carefully cut Mrs. Wittleday's envelope. As he opened the letter his lower jaw84 fell, and his eyes opened wide. He read the letter through, and re-read it, his countenance85 indicating considerable satisfaction, which presently was lost in an expression of puzzled wonder.
"Fred," said he to the miserable86 lieutenant, who started to his feet as a prisoner expecting a severe sentence might do, "what in creation did you write Mrs. Wittleday?"
"Just what you gave me to write," replied the young man, evidently astonished.
"Let me see my draft of it," said the major.
The lieutenant opened a drawer in the major's desk, took out a sheet of paper, looked at it, and cried:
"I sent her your draft! This is my letter!"
"And she imagined I wrote it, and has accepted me!" gasped87 the major.
The wretched Frederick turned pale, and tottered88 toward a chair. The major went over to him and spoke81 to him sympathizingly, but despite his genial89 sorrow for the poor boy, the major's heart was so full that he did not dare to show his face for a moment; so he stood behind the lieutenant, and looked across his own shoulder out of the window.
"Oh, major," exclaimed Fred, "isn't it possible that you're mistaken?"
"Here's her letter, my boy," said the major; "judge for yourself."
The young man took the letter in a mechanical sort of way, and read as follows:
July 23d, 185—.
Dear Major—;I duly received your note of this morning, and you may thank womanly curiosity for my knowing from whom the missive (which you omitted to sign) came. I was accidentally looking out of my window, and recognized the messenger.
I have made it an inflexible90 rule to laugh at declarations of 'love at first sight,' but when I remembered how long ago it was when first we met, the steadfastness91 of your regard, proved to me by a new fancy (which I pray you not to crush) that your astonishing fondness for East Patten was partly on my account, forbade my indulging in any lighter92 sentiment than that of honest gratitude93.
You may call this evening for your answer, which I suppose you, with the ready conceit94 of your sex and profession, will have already anticipated.
Yours, very truly,
Helen Wittleday.
The lieutenant groaned95.
"It's all up, major! you'll have to marry her. 'Twould be awfully96 ungentlemanly to let her know there was any mistake."
"Do you think so, Fred?" asked the major, with a perceptible twitch97 at the corners of his mouth.
"Certainly, I do," replied the sorrowful lover; "and I'm sure you can learn to love her; she is simply an angel—a goddess. Confound it! you can't help loving her."
"You really believe so, do you, my boy?" asked the major, with fatherly gravity. "But how would you feel about it?"
"As if no one else on earth was good enough for her—as if she was the luckiest woman alive," quickly answered the young man, with a great deal of his natural spirit. "'Twould heal my wound entirely98."
"Very well, my boy," said the major; "I'll put you out of your misery99 as soon as possible."
Never had the major known an evening whose twilight100 was of such interminable duration. When, however, the darkness was sufficient to conceal101 his face, he walked quickly across the street, and to the door of the Wittleday mansion.
That his answer was what he supposed it would be is evinced by the fact that, a few months later, his resignation was accepted by the Department, and Mrs. Wittleday became Mrs. Martt.
In so strategic a manner that she never suspected the truth, the major told his fiancee the story of the lieutenant's unfortunate love, and so great was the fair widow's sympathy, that she set herself the task of seeing the young man happily engaged. This done, she offered him the position of engineer of some mining work on her husband's estate, and the major promised him Rose Cottage for a permanent residence as soon as he would find a mistress for it.
Naturally, the young man succombed to the influences exerted against him, and, after Mr. and Mrs. Doyson were fairly settled, the major told his own wife, to her intense amusement, the history of the letter which induced her to change her name.
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