He could not say that he objected to the lady named in the letter, but who could it be who was charging herself with the conduct of the affair? "Dear old Papa," the letter had begun, and the Admiral being old, and also the possessor of the letter, was undoubtedly3 the person to whom it was addressed, but who could the writer be? Jermyn knew that the Admiral had at least one daughter, who was a clever woman with some reputation in the service as a match-maker, but she was married and living several hundreds of miles from Old Point.
Perhaps she had arrived, an invalid4, and remained in her room; but it was strange that no one mentioned her. Evidently the writer, whoever she might be—for the penmanship was that of a woman—was acquainted with Kate Trewman: in that case her identity might be discovered through Kate, but Jermyn, manly5 and honest though he was, half felt that he would not again be able to look Kate fully6 in the face, much less to interrogate7 her skilfully8 on so delicate a subject, in which there seemed so much at stake.
All his fears and doubts, however, disappeared like mists before the sun when next he met Kate herself. That estimable young woman was not in the least forward, but she knew how to put at their ease such men as she liked, and she quickly made herself so companionable that Jermyn began to wish that the writer of the letter would go on match-making, and in the greatest of earnest. Still, who on earth, or at Old Point, could she be? The Admiral himself seemed to enter entirely9 into the spirit of the affair, for he made two or three occasions to speak to Kate and Jermyn together, and to bring out some of the young man's best points; he was as hearty10 as if he and Jermyn had been boys together, and that sort of thing, from an officer of very high rank to a subaltern, has its effect upon women. Indeed, the old sea-dog was so very familiar that Jermyn almost determined11 to boldly ask him for another glance at the letter—at least, for a look at the sketches.
But the Admiral's affability and high spirits were partly assumed, for he had a great load of trouble upon his mind. When he reached his [Pg 88]room and prepared to burn the tell-tale letter, he could not find the letter itself. What could he have done with it? At times he was very absent-minded; he had been known to go out without his hat, and to search with his right hand for the eye-glasses that were in his left, but he certainly had carried that letter too close to his mind to mislay it. Had he taken any papers from his pocket anywhere? Ha! That sketch1 of the placer mine.
He hurried back to the fort, but it was not there, nor could he find anyone who had seen it. Probably, the semi-public man, Blogsham, had pocketed the paper, which would have been entirely natural under the circumstances, but Blogsham had already started for Washington.
The Admiral groaned12. He remembered that the letter had no signature, so it could not be traced to its writer; but the writer was a woman, and the subject was a woman and an officer, and Blogsham was rather a coarse fellow, and very fond of a practical joke, and if he should chance to know Jermyn——
Know Jermyn? Why, to be sure he knew him! Had not the Admiral himself introduced the Lieutenant13, and consulted him about the sketch? Possibly Jermyn himself had the letter; he would ask him. Hence, the Admiral's frequent excuses to speak to Jermyn in Kate's presence, and to finally ask bluntly:
"By the way, Jermyn, do you remember those sketches we made at the club yesterday?"
The young officer suddenly reddened, and the older officer lost heart, although he regained14 it when Jermyn replied:
"Yes, and I was going to ask you to let me see them once more. Have you them with you?"
The Admiral looked the Lieutenant full in the eye, at which the disappearing flush returned. The Admiral continued:
"I supposed you had it already."
"Not I, I assure you. I left it upon the club table, right at your elbow."
The Admiral suddenly looked so uncomfortable that Jermyn said:
"I sincerely hope you haven't lost it!"
"So do I. I could make the sketch again from memory, but there were some—er—some memoranda15 on the other side of the sheet which I had intended to preserve; that is, they were not my property, and——"
"No. The letter itself belonged to another person. Do you suppose that Blogsham himself may have kept the sketches for future reference."
"Quite possibly. But Blogsham has returned to Washington."
"So I have heard. I suppose there is nothing left but to write him."
"What a lot of trouble a bit of paper may cause," said Kate, becoming restive17 during a conversation in which she had no part.
"Yes—yes, indeed," replied the Admiral in a manner so unlike any which Kate had previously18 seen him display that the young woman began to wonder whether there could be some historic or romantic interest about the bit of paper in which the two men seemed so deeply interested. Everything she had known about gentlemen of the army and navy, until the last two or three days, had been learned from novels and stories, in many of which a bit of paper played an important part. Perhaps there was some romance even about this, and any romance of army and navy would be very interesting to her—could she know it.
An hour later Kate joined Trif and Fenie, with whom sat Harry19. Both ladies rallied her about her apparent conquests in both warlike branches of the public service, and Kate finally said that she wished she often could make conquests of such men as Admiral Allison and Lieutenant Jermyn.
"And only think," she added; "I do believe there's some great mystery between the two men. 'Tis none of my affair, of course, but I can't help being curious about it. 'Tis all about some sketches and memoranda of some kind. They talked it over before me without any hesitation20, but it was plain to see that there was much more to it than appeared in the conversation."
"Oh," said Fenie, "there seems to be an epidemic21 of mislaying bits of paper. Trif, here, has been worrying all day about a letter to Phil which she began but didn't finish. I told her it was the easiest thing in the world to write a letter to one's own husband—or ought to be, but she has upset her entire room while searching for that wretched note."
Trif tried to laugh, but she felt very uncomfortable. [Pg 91]To change the subject of conversation she called Trixy and examined the child's shoes to see that they were tied, and she set Trixy's hat properly upon her head. Meanwhile Kate continued to talk about the Admiral and the Lieutenant, and their lost sketches and memoranda, and Trixy took part in the conversation by saying that the Admiral was nicer than ever, because he wrote a long letter for her, the day before, to send to her dear papa.
"Trixy!" exclaimed Fenie. "How could you trouble some one not of the family to write a letter for you?"
"Why, him and me is good friends, and mamma began a letter for me, but she put off finishing it, and——"
Trif arose with a start, took the child's hand, and walked away so rapidly that a family woman sitting near by remarked to another family woman that it looked very much as if a certain child was being led to punishment.
"Trixy, dear," asked Trif, as soon as she was well away from the throng22, "how did the Admiral come to write that letter for you?"
"Why," explained Trixy, "I wanted that letter finished, you know, 'cause I promised papa when we started down here that I wouldn't neglect him, so I tried to finish it myself, but 'twas dreadful hard work for me, 'cause the bottom of a chair isn't a very good table, so I asked the Admiral to finish it for me."
"But the letter itself—where did you get it? Where is it now?"
"You dreadful child! The letter I began for you I sent to your father, just as it was, and the one you took from my portfolio was my own."
Trixy had often been called dreadful; the word was in common use in the family, although it was generally accompanied by a smile and a kiss. Now, however, there was no such demonstration24. Trif looked so stern that Trixy began to cry, and, as the mother's expression did not relax, the child was soon crying industriously25, while Fenie, who had been looking on from a distance wondering what was going on, and indignant that any one—except, perhaps, herself—should do anything to make the dear child uncomfortable, hurried to the rescue.
"I think you're making a great fuss about a very small matter," said Fenie, with the firm conviction and superior sense peculiar26 to very young women. "I don't see anything to it that you can complain of, except that Trixy got the wrong letter finished. I'm sure you can have written nothing which was unfit for your husband to receive."
"But suppose the Admiral has chanced to read what was already written?"
"Suppose he did? What then?"
"He knows Jermyn, and—oh, oh, oh!"
Trif's manner was so tragical27 that Fenie was mystified! What could it all mean? It couldn't be that her sister had become too fond of Jermyn, and had any foolishness to confess to her husband; but, if not, what was there dreadful about the fact that the Admiral knew Jermyn?
In the meantime, Trixy had followed the custom [Pg 93]of children in general in such cases, which is to get away from the scene of trouble as soon as possible. Chancing to meet the Admiral himself, she abruptly28 said to him:
"Say, mamma knows all about that letter. I didn't tell her nothin'—she just guessed it."
"Whew!" exclaimed the old man. Then he looked as thoughtful and anxious for a moment as if he were taking a fleet into action, and he said, half to himself, "I must take the night-boat for Washington. I hope Blogsham may still be there. I must beg you to excuse me, Trixy."
The Admiral hurried into the hotel, Trixy following him as far as she could. At the other front of the house she met Jermyn, followed by a servant with a portmanteau.
"Good bye, little girl," said the officer. "I shall be back in a couple of days. A friend of mine is about to run up to Washington with one of the government boats, and I'm going with him. Please remember me to your mother and aunt, and to Miss Trewman."
"What! you goin' to Washin'ton too. So's the Admiral."
Jermyn stared wonderingly, and the last of him that Trixy saw to remember was a face which seemed one great frown.
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