"I see," said he, sententiously, nodding his head,—"'Our last garment is made without pockets.'"
Major Bergan shivered as if he had felt a chill breath from the mouth of a tomb. It was hard to be so often reminded that he and his possessions must soon part, with small prospect2 of meeting again.
"If you must quote proverbs, Dick," he exclaimed peevishly3, "pray don't quote such cold-blooded ones as that!"
"How could I help it, when 'it came to my hand like the bow o' a pint4 stoup?'" answered Dick Causton coolly, with his eyes fixed5 hungrily on the Major's brandy bottle.
The hint was successful. Bottle and glass were immediately placed within his reach, and he made haste to warm and quicken his age-frosted blood with a deep draught6 of the potent7 liquor. It was both strange and sad to see how his eye brightened, his face grew more animated8, his figure became more erect9, his whole frame seemed to gather vigor10 and energy, under its influence, while his air became, if possible, more mean and slouching than before. It was as if he felt conscious himself, and knew that any beholder11 would be sure to discover, that his proper strength and manhood had long since died out of him, and he was now drawing unworthy breath and life from a source of which he was thoroughly12 ashamed, though unable to do without it.
Major Bergan, meanwhile, briefly13 explained why he had sent for him, adding, in a tone that was meant to be courteous14, but narrowly escaped condescension;—
"I knew that you would be glad to do a favor to an old friend like me, Dick."
"Certainly," replied Richard Causton, heartily15; "especially as I suspect that I shall also be doing a favor to my young friend, Mr. Arling. 'He that loves the tree, loves the branch,' you know."
Major Bergan frowned. "I don't see what my nephew has to do with it," said he, surlily.
Dick Causton gave him a look of surprise. "De vrucht valt niet ver van den1 stam," said he, shaking his head. "That is to say, The fruit falls near the stem. It isn't nature for a man to leave his property away from his own blood. It isn't right, either, in my opinion."
"I am not going to leave mine away from my blood," replied Major Bergan, austerely16; "though, if I were, I do not see that it is anybody's affair but my own."
"Nor I either," rejoined Dick Causton, coolly, "unless your dead ancestors should imagine it to be theirs. Os demos á os suyos quieren,—The devils are fond of their own,—and so, doubtless, are the saints, if any such are to be found in your pedigree. It is reasonable to suppose that they would all prefer to see their earthly possessions go down in the channel marked out by nature. Anyway, I'm right glad to know that Mr. Arling is to have his rights, some day, fine fellow that he is! I've always had a kindness for him, ever since I first gave him a lift, on his way to you."
Major Bergan looked very grim. "Yes, Mr. Arling will have his rights," said he, with stern emphasis,—"I've seen to that."
Dick Causton glanced from the Major's face to the will, with an instinctive17 feeling that all was not right, but could make nothing of either. The one was dark and impenetrable; the other was upside down, from his point of view. Apparently19, nothing invited attack but the brandy bottle. That, he was glad to see, was not yet empty.
"I am wasting words," said he, shrugging his shoulders. "A chose faite conseil pris. 'Advice after action is like medicine after death'—or brandy after one has ceased to be thirsty."
"Take another glass," said Major Bergan.
Dick obeyed with alacrity20. The dram was scarcely swallowed, ere a tap at the door announced the arrival of the overseer from "Number Two,"—a tall, lank21, taciturn Texan, whom the Major had recently taken into his employ, as a short cut to that avoidance of the rice fields which Doctor Remy had recommended.
The ceremonies of signing and sealing the will immediately followed. Dick Causton was greatly disappointed that the document was not read in his hearing, as he had expected.
"Never buy a pig in a poke23, nor sign a paper without reading it," said he, as he took the pen into his hand. "How am I to tell what will I really signed, if I know nothing of the contents? However, it's your risk, not mine," he added, hastily, seeing that Major Bergan was beginning to look impatient. And, forthwith, he bent24 his energies to the task of writing his name in a large, angular, and very tremulous hand; and then shook his head dubiously25 over the result.
"It looks like nothing that ever I wrote before," he remarked, as he laid down the pen. "But Hund er hund om han er aldrig saa broget,—A dog, is a dog whatever be his color,—and so, a signature must be a signature though it wiggle across the paper like a tipsy eel18. Perhaps I shall know it by that token, when I see it again. But I can't promise."
"I shall know mine," observed the overseer, confidently, as he lifted the pen.
Doctor Remy leaned forward with sudden interest. The name was written in commonplace fashion enough, but it was finished with an odd, complicated flourish.
"Do you always sign your name in that way?" he asked.
"Always."
"It looks very difficult; yet you seemed to do it with much ease. Let me see the process again." And he pushed a piece of paper over to the man, who, gratified to find his skill so heartily appreciated, scrawled27 it all over with his sign-manual, in wearisome repetition. The paper was then passed from one to another, for a brief examination, and was finally left in the hands of Doctor Remy; who first began absently to roll it round his fingers, and ended by tearing it in three or four pieces, in a fit of apparent abstraction. Nobody noticed that one of these found its way into his pocket as a thing of possible utility, in the future.
He then rose. "I am sorry to be obliged to go so soon," said he, courteously28, "but a physician's time is not his own. Good evening, Major Bergan, I am always at your service, and in any capacity. Good evening, Mr. Causton, doubtless, we shall meet again."
Dick glanced at the brandy bottle, and, seeing that it was empty, was taken with a sudden fancy for the doctor's society.
"I'll walk along with you, doctor, at least as far as our road is one," said he, rising. "Good company makes short miles."
"I came in the saddle," answered Doctor Remy, "but we can be companions as far as the gate, if you like."
Nevertheless, the pair did not separate at the gate. Their conversation had become too interesting, apparently, to both; and Dick Causton continued to walk on by the side of the doctor's horse.
It was late when he reached his cabin, that night. Very suggestively, too, he reeled across the threshold, and, missing the bed, deposited himself heavily on the floor.
"Tidt meder man ei did som man vil skyde, A man does not always aim at what he means to hit,"—he muttered, resignedly, merely changing his position for a more comfortable one, and dozing29 off to sleep.
Somewhere, on the way—or out of it—apparently, he had found a supplementary30 brandy bottle, and had not left it until it was as empty as the Major's.
It was late, too, when Doctor Remy laid his head on his pillow, that night. And, perhaps, in all Berganton, there was no wearier nor sadder man than he. One apparently well-constructed plan had just gone to pieces in his hands, without note of warning. Another was now to be built up out of the fragments, pitilessly rejecting whatever had been an element of weakness in the first. Already, its outline had begun to shape itself dimly against his mental horizon. Yet he did not allow himself to linger upon it to-night. With the rigid31 self-control which he habitually32 exercised, he put aside disappointment, care, and hope, and soon slept as soundly as if no anxiety rested on his mind, no stain on his conscience.
He was early astir. With the morning light came quickness and clearness of thought. His scheme began to look more distinct and feasible. By way of getting it in hand at once, he tapped lightly at the door of Astra's studio.
He was somewhat surprised to find her before an easel, palette and brushes in hand. She smiled and blushed at his approach.
"I know what you would say," she began, apologetically,—"'A Jack33 at all trades,' et caetera, but I really wanted color for this subject." She pointed22 to her canvas. "Do you recognize it?"
"I can see that those are Miss Bergan's eyes," replied Doctor Remy;—"all else is delightfully34 vague and suggestive."
"And what eyes they are!" exclaimed Astra, admiringly,—-not without a pleasant perception, too, that she had succeeded wonderfully well in putting them on canvas.
Doctor Remy did not answer immediately. He was regarding the portrait with a gravity that Astra could not understand,—unless, indeed, his thoughts were elsewhere. Nevertheless, when he spoke35, it was sufficiently36 to the point.
"Yes, they are very fine eyes," said he. "And Miss Bergan is altogether very pretty,—in an uncommon37 style, too. It is surprising that she has remained heartfree so long."
Astra looked at him with soft, smiling, amused eyes. "Heartfree! As much as I am," said she.
Doctor Remy gave her a questioning look.
"I am not going to tell you anything about it," said she, laughingly. "Use your eyes, sometimes, in watching your neighbors, as I do."
"Who is my neighbor?" asked Doctor Remy, smiling.
"The proper question!" laughed Astra. "In this case, you need not journey beyond this roof, to find him."
Doctor Remy's eyes lit with a sudden, strange gleam. "Do you know it is so?" he asked, quickly.
"Ho, I cannot quite say that;—I doubt if she knows it herself yet. But I believe it, all the same."
Doctor Remy watched her absently for some moments, then made a few curt38, critical remarks about her work, bade her a cool good morning, and withdrew.
Astra looked after him, with a troubled, wondering expression.
"What has come over him?" she asked herself. "How have I offended him? Or was it only my fancy that he seemed so cold and strange?"
Before Doctor Remy began his professional rounds, that morning, he had sketched39, in outline, the main features of a new plan for the acquisition of Bergan Hall. The minor40 details he wisely left to the suggestions of time and circumstance.
One of these proved to be very close at hand. As he drove mechanically through the principal street of Berganton, revolving41 various probabilities and possibilities in his mind, and trying to make some provision for each, he espied42 Miss Ferrars coming up the sidewalk,—easily recognizable, at almost any distance, by her peculiarly mincing43 and swaying gait. In all similar encounters with the slightly faded maiden,—whom he shrewdly suspected of designs upon his bachelor liberty,—it had been his wont44 to slide swiftly past, with a low and deprecatory bow, suggestive of his deep regret that the urgency of his haste denied him the pleasure of stopping to inquire after her health. On this occasion, therefore, she was agreeably surprised to see him rein45 his horse up to the sidewalk, with the obvious intention of speaking to her. Perhaps her heart beat a little more quickly, as she stopped to listen.
Apparently, however, he had nothing of more importance to communicate than a commonplace enough observation about the heat of the weather, and a friendly caution not to walk far in so fervid46 a sunshine as was flooding the town with its golden waves. Then, he gathered up his reins47, as if to signify that his say was said, and he was ready to proceed. Nevertheless, he lingered a moment longer, to add, carelessly,—
"By the way, I ought to acknowledge that you were right, and I was wrong, the other day. It is not the first time that man's reason has had to admit the superior correctness, as well as quickness, of woman's intuition."
Miss Ferrars looked both pleased and puzzled. "It is very good of you to say so," she answered, simpering;—"but really, I can't think what you allude48 to."
"When you called at my office, a few days ago," explained the doctor, "you did me the honor to confide26 to me your impressions with regard to my friends, Miss Lyte and Mr. Arling. I thought you were mistaken, and told you so. It turns out, however, that the mistake was on my part, not yours. I was really blind—not wilfully49 so, as you had the charity to suppose. I mention the matter the more readily because it must soon be patent to everybody. Good morning."
And without waiting for a reply, Doctor Remy courteously lifted his hat, and went his way, with a curious smile on his lips.
"That last intimation ensures speed," said he to himself. "Miss Ferrars will do her best to be beforehand with the news. Before to-morrow morning, it will be known throughout the town. Then, I can easily manage so that it shall reach the Major's ears, and—by the help of my loving commentary—produce the desired effect. Astra must be gotten out of the way, for the present, at least. So must Arling; last night's business convinced me that he is more dangerous than I imagined. The Major deceives himself, but he does not deceive me; his bitterness towards his nephew is nothing more than piqued50 and smothered51 affection,—affection undergoing fermentation, as it were, and certain to work itself clear and sweet, in time. If Arling remains52 in the neighborhood, the Major will soon be seizing upon some pretext53 for a reconciliation54. Failing of that, Miss Carice is certain to inherit his estate; just because he wooed—and did not win—her mother, some twenty-five or thirty years ago! No doubt, a marriage between the two would suit him exactly, if he once got hold of the idea. Yes, Arling must be gotten rid of. But how?"
He bent his brows moodily55. Some expedient56, apparently, soon suggested itself to him, and was immediately rejected with a shake of the head.
"No, not that way," he muttered. "I'm determined57 against actual, point-blank crime, so called,—except as a last resource. Besides, it is not necessary; I only want to get rid of him until the Major is dead, and Miss Carice is my wife. There must be some way to dispose of him, by lawful58 means, if I could only hit upon it! Really, if there were a Devil, as some people believe, he would strain a point now in my favor! At all events, I think I see my way clear with Astra."
He was silent, for an instant; his brow grew sombre with unwonted regret.
"Poor Astra!" he murmured, as he drove into the cathedral-like gloom of the far-stretching pine barren,—"I am really loath59 to give her up! But her chance of the Hall, I see now, is not worth a picayune. And it won't do to trust to the possibility of substituting a manufactured will for the real one, as long as I cannot find out where the latter is deposited. The Major was very close-mouthed about that matter. No, Miss Carice is my safest resort. Yet Astra would suit me much better, on the whole." And once again, looking absently up the long, columned vista60 of the narrow road, he murmured regretfully;—
"Poor Astra!"
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