Long ago I had given up the hope of solving Peg in her vagaries3. One would never know where or when or how to lay hold on her, for she came to one new and new each day. Wayward, erratic4, now fierce and now tender, now in laughter and now in tears, one might not count on her moods in their direction more than on the flight of birds. The one only thing one might be sure of concerning Peg was that one was sure of nothing.
It was the thought of those tears for the home-coming of Eaton which would storm me down and have me captive for all I might barricade5 with pen and ink. What should they proclaim? That Peg was unhappy, truly, since folk do not weep for mirth. In a way I was daunted6 of my honor as I went about these thoughts; it seemed a trustless thing to dwell on Peg and her wedded7 life. And I would fight against it; and still it pinned and held me. In the last of it I was claimed by the conclusion that Peg found existence grievously dark, for what else should be headwaters for those tears? Also, I resolved that I would coldly look the question of her grief in the face; it might turn the better for both of us to lay hands upon its cause. I was given the more courage for this scrutiny8 since I had not forgotten how Peg named me to be her only confidant; that word put a trust upon me and made my question-asking a kind of duty.
As thread by thread I lifted up the inquiry9 of Peg's sorrow, the truth would begin to make itself plain to me. Eaton was something gross, and mayhap in his finer senses not unnumbed of the bowl. He could not value Peg—she, a perfumed spirit thing of music and color and fire and light! And Peg would feel his lack of appreciation10; it would wring11 her heart, stab her like a dagger12. Verily, I came by a great freshness when now I was on the right scent13 of it. This, it was, to lie at the root of her meaning when she showed me that vine trailing its rich beauties along the ground, instead of climbing, and said, “I am like that vine.” The prone14 and earth-held soul of Eaton offered her no trellis.
And so Peg mourned her lost estate of love! And why should she not mourn? she, thus swindled of a rightful destiny! Peg shone a thing of beauty to deck a heaven with; and here was she fated to be the jewel in the dulled head of a toad15! Why should her sorrow find rebuke16? Born to be the reason of admiration17 and to feed on it as a flower feeds on the sun, the irony18 of accident had flung her into this chill corner of neglect. And her love was dying—starving away its life. Peg did not love Eaton; the yoke20 galled21 her—yoking her as it did to one who, while perhaps owning the affections, the integrity, the loyalty22, owned also the low unelevation of the brute23. And for that, Peg would stay behind when Eaton went away and weep to see him coming.
While, with some fondness for the argument—since it would make for Peg's exoneration—I was moving to these conclusions, it ran abruptly24 over me how, during our first talk in the parlors25 of the Indian Queen, Peg's eyes would seem to swim in love for Eaton. I recalled her cry of pain when she feared he might be shamed for her, and how she said she would sooner die than that. Then, surely, Peg must have loved him; nor had he changed since then.
These memories were sent to baffle me; but with a second thought the fallacy of such deductions26 was laid bare. When, in the Indian Queen, Peg would weep for love of Eaton, she was but the bride of a month. She stood yet in the haze27 of the honeymoon28, and had been given no frank outline of her mate. Then he seemed what he should be, not what he was, and Hope, not Truth, was painter to the picture.
Yes, it would walk before me right enough; Eaton had been a lover of gold to become a husband of brass29. Peg was as much wasted on him as though one put a love verse from Herrick into the hands of a Seminole of the Everglades. In his arms she was an error—a solecism—a crime—as it might be, a lily on a muck-heap!
These thoughts so played the tyrant30 with me as to take the pen from between my fingers; I could do no work, but only sit and stare from the window while my mind ran away to Peg.
Then I resolved to call Peg over; she should adorn31 her throne at my desk's end; I would show her how, for all that cloudiness of sensibility on the part of another, there still lived one on whom her sweet fineness was not thrown away. I would dispatch her a note by Jim; I would crave32 her help for my mails. This should bring her, and be a fair excuse besides, since it was not the beginning of such requests. Peg had often aided me to get my letters off.
Note in hand and ready, I stepped to the rear of the mansion33 to summon Jim. I could hear his high, patronizing tones, evidently employed about the instruction of the cook. The two were close by a rear door that opened into the kitchen.
“Yassir,” I heard Jim say, “they has black bass34 in d'Cumberland, shoals an' shoals of'em. How much you reckon that one weigh?” Apparently35 they had a Potomac fish between them to be the basis of discussion. “How much that weigh? Five pounds? You hyar me, son, we uses that size fish for bait back in Tennessee. Do Jim ever catch a bigger one? Say; if Jim don't catch a bass in d'ol' Cumberland that's bigger than a cow, then Jim'll jine d'church! It was a heap excitin', cotchin' that fish. He grab d'hook; an' then he jes' nacherally split up an' down d'river like ol' Satan was arter him for dinner; an' then he done dives. That's whar he leads d'wrong kyard; for he bump his nose, blim! on d'rock bottom; an' it hurt him so he jes' turn, an' next he comes lippin' up through d'top of d'water an' goes soarin' off up into d'air for fifty foot. That's when Jim sees how big he is. When he gets up into d'atmosphere, he sort o' shuck himse'f, same as you-all sees a hen waller in d'dust; an', son, you could hear his scales rattle36 like shakin' buckshot in a bottle! An' at d'same time, that bass lams loose a yell folk might nacherally hear a mile, an' which shorely sounds like d'squall of a soul in torment37. You hyar Jim! that bass—” At this, I broke in on the revelations of our black Munchausen with my demands. As he turned, I heard him call back:
“No, I don't get him; he done bruk d'hook.”
Peg and I had been worthily38 busy with my letters for full ten minutes. She was, for her, very quiet, almost indeed to the line of a grave sadness, which after all should be the aftermath of those tears of the day before.
If Peg were wordless, I, on my side, sat equally without conversation. We made tongueless company; but for that very reason went with all the more earnestness to the letters as though they were the seeds of this silence.
“Well?” said Peg, with a suddenness, her hands in her lap. I stared. “Well?” she repeated. Then, when I said nothing, she would elaborate a bit. “Well, watch-dog, what would you have? You know these letters were the merest pretext40 for me to come.”
“Why, then,” said I, made desperate because she snatched away my disguise, “why, then, I was in a fret41 to look on you.”
“Was it that?”
“Sometimes I fear your husband does not wholly understand you.” It took courage to go thus far; it marked a point mightily42 forward of any attained43 to in former talks.
Peg gave me one of those fathomless44 looks, narrowing her brow whimsically. My bluntness had not dashed her spirit, at any rate; indeed, it would seem to have raised it.
“You fear my husband does not understand me?” repeated Peg. Now she paused an endless while, her eyes reading mine like print. I could feel her searching me for my last promise of expression. “You fear my husband does not understand me. And is he to be the only one? Is it there the roll-call ends? If that were true, I might sustain myself.” For all a shadowy, vague piquancy45 of brow, Peg got this off wearily enough, and I still prisoner to her eyes. Now, after a moment, her vivacity46 would mount a little. “You are right,” she went on, “I am not much understood.” A smile peeped from the dimple in her cheek. “What would you think, watch-dog, were I to give thick folk lessons in myself—expound myself to dunces as your pedagogue47 gives lessons in a book?”
“The lessons you propose should be marvellously sweet,” said I. Then, with some tincture of my better courage: “By my soul's hope! I should be sure to go to school for those lessons.”
“Ah! do you challenge me?” cried Peg. Now it would be the old Peg. “From this hour you begin your studies. Life shall be a never-ending lesson, and Peg the lesson.”
Peg came and stood close against my shoulder where I sat at the desk. Her color and her brightness had returned to chase away the shadows. With her fingers she parted my hair where the frosts of two score years and four were beginning their blight49. She made as though she considered these ravages50 of silver.
“Watch-dog, watch-dog, you have eyes in your head and none in your wits. You are a blind-wit, watch-dog, a blind-wit of no hope. And you would study Peg? Teach I never so lucidly52, study thou never so long, yet shouldst thou never know Peg, but die in darkness of her.” Peg said this with a kind of murmur53 of regret. Then, collecting direction: “How many times has Peg been with you? And yet you have never seen her—never once seen Peg. You do not see Peg now while she stands at your shoulder. You are a blind-wit.”
“If I have not seen Peg,” said I, “and if I do not now see Peg, then at the least my eyes have tasted visions above report.”
“Now you speak well,” quoth Peg, with an archness of pretended approval.
Here, surely, should be the old, true Peg. It was a delight to listen to the bantering54 yet soft tones of her, like walking in the May woods with their new green and the new blossoms painting the ground about one's feet.
“What have I seen, then?” I asked, going back a pace.
“What have you seen? A mirage55, the mere39 mirage of Peg—her picture, sketched56 on the skies of your ideal.” Then in a playful manner of correction, as when a girl refuses a compliment: “You have looked upward, watchdog, when you should have looked down. And now for your first lesson. This is the text of it: Would you find a woman, keep your eyes on the ground.”
For all Peg's humor of gaiety, I could tell how she was under greatest strain. Also, there ran an odd current of reproach throughout her words. It was as though she saw faults in me.
“And now,” said I, seeking to focus complaint, “and now, what have I done or said to hurt?”
Peg drew away from my shoulder. I could not see her face, but I felt her spirit changing from cool to hot in the furnace of some thought. There was silence for a moment.
“What have you done to hurt?” cried Peg, suddenly, breaking into a wondrous57 wrath58. “Oh, I could die with such a dullard! What have you done? What is this just-now complaint you conceive against my husband? He does not understand me, forsooth! You should consider yourself! What have you done to hurt? You place me too high! You put me out of reach! Oh, I know of no more dreadful fate than to be forever mistaken for an angel!” That last came like the cry of a heart in torture. The next moment Peg was gone and I left gasping59.
Of what avail to think? As she had said, I was a blundering blind-wit, and, by me at least, Peg would not be made out. I had declared how Eaton owned a footless fancy which could not raise itself to realize a goddess. And now, in my own high superiority, I had come bravely off! I had been properly paid as one who is churl60 enough to give a woman a compliment at the expense of her husband. Was I to suppose my goddess would accept flattery at the cost of her self-respect? The goddess from her furious pedestal had denounced me as one who planned for her dishonor.
Congress was now come down upon us like a high wind. The town began to rub its eyes free of those cobwebs of vacation slumbers61; the taverns62 took on a buzzing life, while the streets, lately so still and lonesome, showed thickly sown of folk going here and there, for this reason of legislation or that hunger of office, and with faces gay or sombre as success was given or denied.
Noah was one to be denied. He had come to town somewhat in advance of Congress. The General brought him quickly to the White House and made him unpack63 his budget of gossip. How was Burr? How was Swartout? How fared Hoyt? Thus ran off the General's curiosity.
“All well, all prosperous,” responded Noah, “and the town itself growing up to weeds of riches. The New York cry is, Money! They revise your friend Crockett, and, for an aphorism64, say, 'Be sure you're rich, then go ahead.'”
The General would have it that Noah must take an office—a collectorship or some such gear.
“The Senate would defeat my confirmation,” said Noah; “first for that I'm a Jew; and next because of Catron.”
“And even so,” returned the General; “it is still worth while to discover who would do that.”
Noah was right, and his name came up to be refused by one vote. Calhoun from his place as president of the Senate proved as flint against Noah, while his mouthpiece, Hayne, led the war on the floor. I have yet to look on more anger than was the General's when the news arrived.
“Heed65 it not,” said Noah, snapping his fingers. “I have still my laughter, my newspaper, and my Spanish swords.”
“But the insult of it!” cried the General.
“To the cynic,” said Noah, lightly, “there can come no insult. Your philosopher who laughs is safe against such whimsies66. I shall long remain both fat of pride and fat of purse for all a Senate may do. You do not know me; I should have been a Diogenes and insulted Alexanders from my tub.”
Calhoun and his coterie67 brought with them to town their great question of Nullification. They worked on it incessantly68 and made a deal of hubbub69. Calhoun set forward his man, Hayne, to the exposition of this policy of national disintegration70. Hayne was met in that debate and overthrown71 by the mighty72 Webster. The country echoed with the strife73 of these Titans.
For himself, the General followed the argument, North against South, word by word and step by step. He had the debate of each day written off, and Peg would come over and read it to him while he smoked and pondered and resolved.
About this time I must write down how I was made to feel rebuked74 and neglected. Following that unguided reference to her husband, Peg would seem to have deserted75 me. My eyes had little of her, and I heard her voice still less; for while she was often in to gossip with the General, or read those Senate speeches to him, she gave me only stray, cold glances and monosyllables. She came no more to my workshop; and day after day I sat alone while melancholy76 crept upon me like mosses77 over stone. I was not so dense78 but I could tell how I had offended. Peg was proud; she resented my suggestion that Eaton lacked appreciation; that was why she flew upon me, beak79 and talon80, and said it was I who lived in darkness of her. I had been the wiser had I forgotten those tears of hers so soon as they were dry, and withstood myself from meddling81 opinions concerning her lot in life. Peg's coldness was the proper retort for my impertinence, and I must bear it even while it broke my heart.
It would be the expected thing that I should turn cheerless and be cast down when now Peg left me with my thoughts alone. I had grown so used to her about me, and to hear the sweet laugh of her, that it was to miss something out of my life when she took herself away. And yet it would be egotism. Folk miss and for a while deplore82 what has become a piece of their days—even chains and dungeons83, so I've heard. Nor is this due to any love save self-love. I have often considered, as folk shed tears on a grave, how they wept for themselves and not for him who slept at their feet. It was the merest selfishness of habit, this dejection because Peg would desert me. Her absence would become custom in time, and then, should' she return, that coming doubtless would irk me just as much.
For all my wisdom, however, when now my starved eyes came only by stray, sparse84 glimpses of Peg, as I beheld85 her now and again across in the President's Square, or when she went by my door on her visits to the General, my spirit fell to be jaded86 and vastly lowered.
Had I known my way to go about it, I would have sought Peg out and talked with her freely and in full of what had fallen to be our differences. I would have acknowledged my error. But I saw no open gate through which to come by such converse87, and I feared with an attempt to plunge88 bad into worse.
Once, indeed, my resolve was half hatched to gain some plain speech of her. I lay in wait until, the day being fine, I had sight of her on a rustic89 seat over across in the square. She was wrapped in a fur of some sort—martin, I think—and, with this drawn90 high about the throat, it so framed her face as to make her beautiful to the verge91 of witchcraft92.
Seeing how she was near a path, I lounged out of door, and crossing the road, would make as though to walk by her, casually93, and for exercise and air. It was my plan to greet Peg, and next drift into word with her as in the old time. The old time! It was not days away, and yet it seemed as distant as my cradle! I would drift into speech of her, I say, and trust to fortune and my wit to bring down the explanation I believed might solve a reconciliation94 for us. It was a stratagem95 sagacious enough, but Peg granted me no chance of its test.
Before I could get to Peg, indeed, before I journeyed half the distance, she arose, careless and contained, as though she had not observed me—albeit I am sure she had—and would be moving for her own gate. At this I half halted; and Peg, striking out into a rapid walk, was in a moment the other side of her door. A little later I saw her standing96 by a window.
With Peg's flight I was abashed97; it was so sure she wished to dodge98 me. Then a kind of anger took me in hand and I started towards her house. I do not know what was my precise thought in this, or whether I would have gone forward to lift the great knocker on the panel. As it fell forth99, however, Peg, on seeing me coming, whipped away from the window; with that my heart would turn all to water and I faced sadly about.
Being abroad in the streets, I now went on to walk, and to clear my bosom100 of that unhappiness which lay so heavy on it. I walked on and on, with no clear purpose until the thing to strike my notice was how here before me sprawled102 that vine which, on a summer day, Peg characterized for its wanderings and said it was like her.
Why I should go seeking this vine is by no means plain; and yet I must have owned to some hope of its succor103, since I stood long to consider it, and cast about with my eyes if, by any luck of nature, a stout104 true tree stood at hand which might be given it for support. There was none; the poor vine must live and die unwedded on the loveless ground.
Somehow it magnified my sorrow when I could learn no way to help Peg's vine. But so it abode105; there it should lie until the end. And the vine would seem to realize this, too; for it looked desolate106, with leaves frost-seared and discolored like perished hopes.
It can not be said that I was uplifted of my walk, and I returned home, if the fact must out, more unhappy than on any day since I last looked on the Cumberland. It is curious, also, that this woe107 of Peg's coldness towards me should precipitate108 itself in wrath upon the General. But thus it did; for that innocent soldier had but to breathe Peg's name as we sat with our pipes that night, and all in a setting of conversation most commonplace, when I was upon him like a panther, snarling109 demands and clawing for replies, as to how much more time he expected me to steal from my plantations110 to waste upon him and his affairs.
To give credit where credit is due, the General kept himself quite steady under this unexpected fire, and refilled his pipe in confident, unshaken peace.
“My explosive friend,” said the General, “I need make no better answer than just to turn your question on yourself. You know full well you would no more leave me than I would leave you. Those growls111 you give us arise from a dyspepsia of the imagination. You'll be as right as gold after a night's sleep.”
It was upon me a bit later, as I sat trying to do some letters, that one secret of my gloom reposed112 in Peg's great chair, spreading its empty arms to my eyes each time I raised them from the page. It was that mocking empty chair to stare my heart out of countenance113 and give accent to its dreary114 emptiness.
On the impulse, I swooped116 as on an enemy and bore it to another room. Then I felt better; and indeed it was a relief not to be longer taunted117 of that chair, which would exult118 in being vacant and find a triumph by flinging at me the absence of my Peg.
Now the General, while commonly as frank for talk as a cataract119, could be, when he preferred, as inscrutable as the tomb. It pleased him to lock up his tongue over Nullification; and while I understood his pose, and both Peg and Noah had heard him tell his thought on that pregnant topic of state, together with his feeling for Calhoun, folk for a widest part remained much in the dark. And it was often put and never answered, this query120 of what the General's course would be when the last grapple came to hand. The agitators121 for Secession were no folk to put to sea wanting chart, however crude, to display the shores and waters about them. They resolved to arrive by some knowledge of the General's temper on this dogma of danger so near the Calhoun heart.
In quest of such news, a spy, or perhaps he should be called a scout122—the title is the more honorable—was dispatched to find and mark the General's position. The General and I were given a foreword by Noah of our gentleman who would be thus upon a recon-noiter. He came in sight one day, and fell upon our flank in this fashion.
It was an afternoon, crisp and clear; altogether a day proper for middle autumn rather than the winter of any honest year. I had been out with Noah and was about my return. As I came up the walk, the General's ramrod form—tall hat, dark garb123, swinging his tasseled124 walking-stick—emerged from the mansion's front door.
“Turn with me for a short jaunt,” said he. “But first step down to the stables. I must have a look to my horses. That clumsy rascal125, Charlie, let them run away, and aside from a strain to the horses and a hand's breadth of hide knocked off the nigh one's shoulder, he broke the wheel of the coach—my wife's coach, Major; I wouldn't have had it injured for a world of coaches.”
This coach was one of the General's treasures. Well I recall how it was first brought up the Cumberland years before and rolled ashore126 at Nashville.
“But it's for her,” observed the General, as I suggested the slimness of his purse in contrast with the cost of the vehicle; “it's for her. She shall have a proper carriage to ride in.”
“I am more concerned for the coach,” remarked the General, as we went about the western corner of the mansion on our way towards the stables, “then for the horses. If she were here now, her whole tender thought would be of the latter.”
The injuries to the carriage were not grievous, and a look of pleased relief filled the General's eyes. The horses, too, had come well through their unauthorized dash along the road, and a hostler, skillful of horse-drugs, gave his word to cure them of every ill received with a quart of wormwood and vinegar, and a spoonful of tar19 for the cuts.
“Beauties, eh?” said the General, as he admired the sleek127 gray-dappled coats with hand and eye. “Beauties, they are indeed! And descended128 in direct line from my great horse Truxton. You remember Truxton; that never-beaten King of the Clover Bottom Course?”
Truxton would be recalled easily enough. The more, since it was that fleet champion's match with the renowned129 Ploughboy which in part opened way to the savage130 duel131 with Dickenson.
Made sure of the safety of his carriage, the General and I turned westward132 for a stroll. When we were gone no desperate distance, I was all of a sudden shouted after in high-pitched tones, though amiable133. We faced about to settle the riddle134 of the interruption. The calls were from one Rhetz, a member of the Calhoun inner circle. Being of a friendly diplomacy135, this Rhetz had maintained good relations with the General and myself.
“Ah! here we have our friend Rhetz,” exclaimed the General. Rhetz was yet some distance. While we waited the General made his comment. “He is the one who should come from Calhoun; my silence on Nullification, as Noah warned us, has made the Vice-President nervous, and he would feel me out. I think, Major, and by your leave, I shall clear the business up for them. Come, now, what say you? Let us run up our union flag like gallant136, hearty137 fellows, you and me, and call on the fray138. I think, too, I'll give them my views on Calhoun.”
“Would it be wise to declare open war on Calhoun?”
“He has for long waged secret war on me,” retorted the General. “No; let us unmask ourselves and thereby139 unmask him. It will cripple him and strengthen us, since the sole chance he has to harm me is to pretend to be my friend. Moreover, a fierce openness now should serve somewhat to hamstring the enemy's campaign against Peg.”
“I was about to call on you,” said Rhetz, greetings over “and was told at the door how you were somewhere for a stroll about the grounds.”
“No concern at all,” responded the affable Rhetz, “no concern beyond a friendly regard, Mr. President. I would call only to exhibit my friendship.”
“And that should give me great pleasure,” said the General, casting a comic side-look towards me. Then, with a plain purpose of helping141 the scout to his discoveries: “And what of Congress? I suppose both House and Senate still heave with the ground-swells of the Webster-Hayne debate.”
“There is no end of cloakroom talk,” said Rhetz. “And, by the way, Mr. President,”—here was a feeler—“there be folk, and your friends at that, who wonder you are not openly with Calhoun and against Webster and his Yankees for this principle of States Rights.” Rhetz followed this last observe with a setting forth of argument bearing for the Calhoun-Hayne contention142.
“Beware of metaphysics,” observed the General dryly, turning his gray look against Rhetz, as that rice-land sophist laid down one by one those various refinements143 and abstractions wherewith the Palmetto gentry—the Cal houns and the Butlers and the Pinckneys and the Haynes—were blazing the path for Secession; “beware of metaphysics! No good comes of splitting hairs. A rough-hewn honesty—a turgid frankness—should be the better road.” The General walked on in silence fora brief space, Rhetz also silent, feeling himself on the brink144 of some precipice145 of the General's temper, and in no sort eager for a fall. “Sir,” resumed the General, “let me now set you an example; let me be most open with you, not only for Nullification, but for your friend, Calhoun. First, then, Calhoun is not trustworthy. Did he not for years teach me to believe he was my friend with Monroe, when it was he of all that cabinet who urged my court-martial for taking Florida and hanging Ambristie and Arbuth-not? Calhoun was my enemy, sir; he is my enemy now. He would hide the fact, but it is too late. When I tell you how Calhoun is my enemy, would you still urge on me this prince of duplicity for a statesman whose word is worth a following? Calhoun, for a plan or a principle, can not be relied on. He is congenitally bad, and will propose nothing that is true or high.” Here, as the General's anger began to tower, he would strike viciously at old weeds, dead and winter-bitten, which ranked the path we traversed, cutting them down with his hickory stick as with a saber; Rhetz still silent, without voice. “There lives but one more trustless than Calhoun—that arch-rogue Clay. And my friends would show amazement146 at my failure to be openly with Calhoun! Also, you say they fear I may follow Webster and his Yankees. Sir, I know the Yankees; they are a dour148, hard brood, who to aid their interests might not scruple149 to over-reach. I have yet to hear, however, they betray their friends, as did Calhoun; I have still to know they would bargain the downfall of their party, as did Clay. Judas would have done a no more ebon deed than did that Kentucky renegade when he sold his soul to Adams for a place. And now am I to take a great doctrine150 from such children of deceit? Webster and his Yankees may be centered on themselves and selfish; doubtless they are. But you may tell Calhoun that I prefer them as companions of policy before such cozeners as himself and Clay.” The General's voice here rose like the far high scream of an osprey.
“Calm yourself, General,” I said, in tones which never failed to bring him to himself. “There is scant152 need of informing all Washington City of our opinions.”
The General had paused in his walk and taken off that high white hat, deep girdled of a mourning-band. As he talked he beat this stiff headgear with his cane153 until I quite trembled for its integrity.
“Calhoun,” went on the General, but with temper more in hand, “claims for his state the right to annul154 the law—the right to secede155 from the union. Sir, if we were to walk by this doctrine of Nullification, the union would be like a bag open at both ends. No matter where or how you picked it up the meal would all run out. Tell Calhoun that I shall tie the bag and save the country.”
The General's lean jaws156 at this last mention of Calhoun closed hard and iron-fast like a trap, while his nose seemed more beaky and predatory. Evidently he half scented157 Calhoun as a prey151 to come, and would be ready to swoop115 on him.
“You would seem deeply to hate both Clay and Calhoun, Mr. President,” Rhetz suggested. Rhetz was somewhat feeble of voice; the General's outburst had taken his breath.
“And it is they rather than their doctrines158 I loathe,” said the General. “They creep and crawl and sprawl101 in ambush159, and strike at midnight. They pretend friendship while plotting one's destruction. I was born to make war upon their tribe—war to the death.”
Rhetz made no protracted160 stay in such warm company. We did not hinder his escape, and presently had the advantage of his back.
“I should like to see the Calhoun face,” said I, “when Rhetz lays out his discoveries.”
“You observe how they try me,” cried the General, passionately161, gazing after the disappearing Rhetz. “You will witness it! But by the heavens above us! I'll uphold the law!”
“And now,” continued the General, when Rhetz was quite gone away, “having been so vigorously free with the envoy162, I must at once write Calhoun a letter and say it all over again. I would have talked this to Calhoun first of all, were I accurately163 the gentleman of honor; but then he should not have stirred me with his spy.”
The General's letter declaratory of the duplicity of Calhoun was written and went to the Vice-President the next day. It repeated his words to Rhetz so far as they were personal to Calhoun, and made a deal of commotion164, I warrant you. The missive exploded in the very heart of Secession like a hand-grenade.
The General and I had turned now; we aimed to be home before dark, and your midwinter day is not the longest of the year. The sun was still an hour over the western trees, however, when we found ourselves in the President's Square. Supper would only come with sundown, since we still adhered to our Tennessee customs.
Having moments to spare, we rested ourselves upon a bench which owned a thick pine tree at its back. I was the more willing, for we were in close view from Peg's windows, and I half hoped the sight of the General would lure147 her out to us. I was pining for a look into her face, and to hear the voice of her, sweet as the full note of a harp165.
“Do you know,” remarked my companion, “I never walk in this square but I think on the day when the British burned the White House. They halted in this very park and told off the squad166 of incendiaries and sent them across. Mrs. Madison was about to give a dinner, and was fair driven from the table by the bayonets of the English. I would I'd been here,” he concluded; “I'd have made it for those visitors another New Orleans. The lady should have had her dinner if I'd been here.”
“The English are good soldiers,” I urged, paying little heed to him, for my eyes were roving after some flutter of Peg's skirts.
“They are marvellously puissant,” he retorted, “when they number two for one of the enemy.” The General's antipathy167 for the English was so great he could never do them justice. “I carry some record of their gallantry myself,” he continued, as he took off his hat and parted the bristling168 hair where the rough welt of a saber-slash proved a refusal to blacken English boots in the storm-torn years of the Revolution, when the General was a boy of twelve. “That fixed169 my opinion of the English,” he said, as he replaced his hat. “And can you believe it, that scar burned like fire the day at New Orleans. Also, it has felt better ever since.”
“Say what you will of the British,” I insisted—I was turned obstinate170 now, seeing no sign of Peg—“they make stubborn soldiers. Note what they did with Napoleon.”
“It was not the English,” responded the General, with heat, “who defeated Napoleon; it was Paris. He should have done with Paris what the Russian did with Moscow—burned it, sir; burned it to the ground, and thrown himself for his support upon the country. So I should have done, and my country would have sustained me.”
The General had been a partisan171 of the Corsican a score of years before; in the energy of his present defence, he arose from the seat and started again for home. I more slowly followed, still hoping the possible appearance of Peg.
“What's this!” he exclaimed. The look of defiance173 for everything English, which still made hard his face, changed to one of tenderness and regard. “What's this!” he repeated.
There lay a little negro child, well coated and warm, sound and fast asleep for all the frost. The General thought no more on Napoleon, the English, the treachery of Paris, or the disaster of Waterloo. He stooped and gathered up the sleeping pickaninny in his arms.
“He is Augustus' little boy,” he said. “He has tired himself with play. Augustus should have better watch of the child such weather as this. I'll put a flea174 in his careless ear to that effect.”
Loaded with the small burden of the sleeping boy, the General led the way across the grounds.
Now when I had ceased to hope for her, a light foot on the sod told me how Peg was at hand. I verily believe the perverse175 witch to have been behind a tree, or hidden of a shrub176, and not a score of yards from us during our whole halt in the square. I would have accosted177 her, but she brushed by with a curt178 bending of the head and not a word, and joined the General where that chieftain marched ahead with the pickaninny. My heart sank, and I fell still farther to the rear, more lonely than before Peg came.
It was ten minutes later, and when Peg, leaving the General, was on the turn of setting forth for her own house. I was in my workshop, idle at my desk, thoughtful with no thoughts, and my heart inexpressibly sad.
As Peg would have crossed my door, her glance swept the interior of the room. With that, she came to a full stop. I looked up with an eagerness to hear her speak; and thinking, too, that now she would come in, and we two be the old kind friends again.
But instead of kindness, my glance gave me her face, cloudy and threatening. Also, there were lamps of danger lighted in her eyes. What new crime had I done? It was clear I stood guilty of some baseness; I read that much in Peg's frown, and the last poor spark of my hope pinched out. Never again, whatever the temptation, would I condemn179 a husband to his wife.
Peg swept into the room while I gazed on her without speaking. If for no reason save one of politeness, I should have greeted her; but my manners were quite driven out of my head with wondering what new eggs would here be toasting on the spit for me.
“Where is my chair?” cried Peg, and with a voice as full of wrath as a coal of fire. Then pointing to where her leathern chair was not: “Where is my chair, I say?”
Stupidly, I looked over beyond my desk where her throne had been in happy times; but I kept my teeth on my tongue, not willing to have the risk of a word.
“I will have it back!” Peg went on, eye as vicious as a kestrel's, “I will have it instantly back!”
With every headlong dispatch I went after the chair, while Peg walked up and down as might that leopard180 who should own those two sharp teeth, the gleam of which just showed beneath the upper redness of her lip like points of pearl. When the chair was restored, I turned to her and called my courage to my shoulder.
“And now will you sit down?” said I.
“I will not sit there until I choose,” stormed Peg, still up and down. Her cheek was flame, but with no laughing roguishness of fun; her eyes shone like mirrors, but not from any interest of amusement. As she went to and fro, leopard-like, she would have those eyes on me with a questioning indignation.
“So you would thrust my chair out of your room?” said she.
Then, as I made no words on it, Peg after a space would for the second time be about her departure, and I confess, for all my late thirst for her presence, not a trifle to my relief. A leopard—even a leopard named Peg—is no good company.
When Peg was by the door, she swung round on me. “I will not sit there until I choose,” she cried again. “But you shall not touch my chair! I will not have it banished181!” With this, she went quite away, while I stayed to look on the chair which had made the trouble, and now from its old place would leer victoriously182 upon me, and mock with a more insulting emptiness than ever, that doubly vacant heart of mine.
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scrutiny
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inquiry
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appreciation
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prone
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toad
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rebuke
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admiration
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irony
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tar
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loyalty
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brute
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parlors
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deductions
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haze
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honeymoon
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brass
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tyrant
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adorn
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crave
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mansion
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rattle
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worthily
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pretext
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fret
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mightily
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attained
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fathomless
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piquancy
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vivacity
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pedagogue
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diligent
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blight
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ravages
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spoke
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lucidly
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murmur
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bantering
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mirage
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sketched
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wondrous
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wrath
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gasping
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churl
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slumbers
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taverns
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unpack
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aphorism
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heed
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whimsies
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coterie
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hubbub
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disintegration
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mighty
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strife
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diplomacy
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fray
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urbane
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helping
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contention
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refinements
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amazement
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doctrine
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prey
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harp
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