Will Cummings had abandoned the pen for the sword until such time as Santa Anna should cry for quarter, and had left the office in charge of an imported substitute; but late that night he came to his desk once more, to write the story of the accident to Corporal Gray; and the tale that he wrote had been already put into writing by Tom Vanrevel as it fell from Crailey's lips, after the doctor had, come, so that none might doubt it. No one did doubt it. What reason had Mr. Carewe to injure Crailey Gray? Only five in Rouen knew the truth; for Nelson had gone with his master, and, except Mamie, the other servants of the Carewe household had been among the crowd in front of the Rouen House when the shot was fired.
So the story went over the town: how Crailey had called to say good-by to Mrs. Tanberry; how Mr. Carewe happened to be examining the musket2 his father had carried in 1812, when the weapon was accidentally discharged, the ball entering Crailey's breast; how Mr. Carewe, stricken with remorse3 and horror over this frightful4 misfortune, and suffering too severe anguish5 of mind to remain upon the scene, of the tragedy which his carelessness had made, had fled, attended by his servant; and how they had leaped aboard the evening boat as it was pulling out, and were now on their way down the river.
And this was the story, too, that Tom told Fanchon; for it was he who brought her to Crailey. Through the long night she knelt at Crailey's side, his hand always pressed to her breast or cheek, her eyes always upward, and her lips moving with her prayers, not for Crailey to be spared, but that the Father would take good care of him in heaven till she came. “I had already given him up,” she said to Tom, meekly6, in a small voice. “I knew it was to come, and perhaps this way is better than that—I thought it would be far away from me. Now I can be with him, and perhaps I shall have him a little longer, for he was to have gone away before noon.”
The morning sun rose upon a fair world, gay with bird-chatterings from the big trees of the Carewe place, and pleasant with the odors of Miss Betty's garden, and Crailey, lying upon the bed of the man who had shot him, hearkened and smiled good-by to the summer he loved; and, when the day broke, asked that the bed be moved so that he might lie close by the window. It was Tom who had borne him to that room. “I have carried him before this,” he said, waving the others aside.
Not long after sunrise, when the bed had been moved near the window, Crailey begged Fanchon to bring him a miniature of his mother which he had given her, and urged her to go for it herself; he wanted no hands but hers to touch it, he said. And when she had gone he asked to be left alone with Tom.
“Give me your hand, Tom,” he said, faintly. “I'd like to keep hold of it a minute or so. I couldn't have said that yesterday, could I, without causing us both horrible embarrassment7? But I fancy I can now, because I'm done for. That's too bad, isn't it? I'm very young, after all. Do you remember what poor Andre Chenier said as he went up to be guillotined?—' There were things in this head of mine!' But I want to tell you what's been the matter with me. It was just my being a bad sort of poet. I suppose that I've never loved anyone; yet I've cared more deeply than other men for every lovely thing I ever saw, and there's so little that hasn't loveliness in it. I'd be ashamed not to have cared for the beauty in all the women I've made love to—but about this one—the most beautiful of all—I————”
“She will understand!” said Tom, quickly.
“She will—yes—she's wise and good. If Fanchon knew, there wouldn't be even a memory left to her—and I don't think she'd live. And do you know, I believe I've done a favor for Miss Betty in getting myself shot; Carewe will never come back. Tom, was ever a man's knavery8 so exactly the architect of his own destruction as mine? And for what gain? Just the excitement of the comedy from day to day!—for she was sure to despise me as soon as she knew—and the desire to hear her voice say another kindly9 thing to me—and the everlasting10 perhaps in every woman, and this one the Heart's Desire of all the world! Ah, well! Tell me—I want to hear it from you—how many hours does the doctor say?”
“I know it's only a few.”
“They're all fools, doctors!” exclaimed Vanrevel, fiercely.
“No, no. And I know that nothing can be done. You all see it, and you want me to go easily—or you wouldn't let me have my own way so much! It frightens me, I own up, to think that so soon I'll be wiser than the wisest in the world. Yet I always wanted to know. I've sought and I've sought—but now to go out alone on the search—it must be the search, for the Holy Grail—I——”
“Please don't talk,” begged Tom, in a broken whisper. “For mercy's sake, lad. It wears on you so.”
Crailey laughed weakly. “Do you think I could die peacefully without talking a great deal? There's one thing I want, Tom. I want to see all of them once more, all the old friends that are going down the river at noon. What harm could it do? I want them to come by here on their way to the boat, with the band and the new flag. But I want the band to play cheerfully! Ask 'em to play 'Rosin the Bow,' will you? I've never believed in mournfulness, and I don't want to see any of it now. It's the rankest impiety12 of all! And besides, I want to see them as they'll be when they come marching home—they must look gay!”
“Ah, don't, lad, don't!” Tom flung one arm about the other's shoulder and Crailey was silent, but rested his hand gently on his friend's head. In that attitude Fanchon found them when she came.
The volunteers gathered at the court-house two hours before noon. They met each other dismally13, speaking in undertones as they formed in lines of four, while their dispirited faces showed that the heart was out of them. Not so with the crowds of country folk and townspeople who lined the streets to see the last of them. For these, when the band came marching down the street and took its place, set up a royal cheering that grew louder as Jefferson Bareaud, the color-bearer, carried the flag to the head of the procession. With the recruits marched the veterans of 1812 and the Indian wars, the one-legged cobbler stumping14 along beside General Trumble, who looked very dejected and old. The lines stood in silence, and responded to the cheering by quietly removing their hats; so that the people whispered that it was more like an Odd Fellows' Sunday funeral than the departure of enthusiastic patriots15 for the seat of war. General Trumble's was not the only sad face in the ranks; all were downcast and nervous, even those of the lads from the country, who had not known the comrade they were to leave behind.
Jefferson unfurled the flag; Marsh16 gave the word of command, the band began to play a quick-step, and the procession moved forward down the cheering lane of people, who waved little flags and handkerchiefs and threw their hats in the air as they shouted. But, contrary to expectation, the parade was not directly along Main Street to the river. “Right wheel! March!” commanded Tappingham, hoarsely17, waving his sword, and Jefferson led the way into Carewe Street.
“For God's sake, don't cry now!” and Tappingham, with a large drop streaking18 down his own cheek, turned savagely19 upon Lieutenant20 Cummings. “That isn't what he wants. He wants to see us looking cheery and smiling. We can do it for him this once, I guess! I never saw him any other way.”
“You look damn smiling yourself!” snuffled Will.
“I will when we turn in at the gates,” retorted his Captain. “On my soul, I swear I'll kill every sniffling idiot that doesn't!—In line, there!” he stormed ferociously21 at a big recruit.
The lively strains of the band and the shouting of the people grew louder and louder in the room where Crailey lay. His eyes glistened22 as he heard, and he smiled, not the old smile of the worldly prelate, but merrily, like a child when music is heard. The room was darkened, save for the light of the one window which fell softly upon his head and breast and upon another fair head close to his, where Fanchon knelt. In the shadows at one end of the room were Miss Betty and Mrs. Tanberry and Mrs. Bareaud and the white-haired doctor who had said, “Let him have his own way in all he asks.” Tom stood alone, close by the head of the couch.
“Hail to the band!” Crailey chuckled23, softly. “How the rogues24 keep the time! It's 'Rosin the Bow,' all right! Ah, that is as it should be. Mrs. Tanberry, you and I have one thing in common, if you'll let me flatter myself so far: we've always believed in good cheer in spite of the devil and all, you and I, eh? The best of things, even if things are bad, dear lady, eh?”
“You darling vagabond!” Mrs. Tanberry murmured, trying to smile back to him.
“Hark to 'em!” said Crailey. “They're very near! Only hear the people cheer them! They'll 'march away so gaily,' won't they?—and how right that is!” The vanguard appeared in the street, and over the hedge gleamed the oncoming banner, the fresh colors flying out on a strong breeze. Crailey greeted it with a breathless cry. “There's the flag—look, Fanchon, your flag!—. waving above the hedge; and it's Jeff who carries it. Doesn't it always make you want to dance! Bravo, bravo!”
The procession halted for a moment in the street and the music ceased. Then, with a jubilant flourish of brass26 and the roll of drums, the band struck up “The Star Spangled Banner,” and Jefferson Bareaud proudly led the way through the gates and down the driveway, the bright silk streaming overhead. Behind him briskly marched the volunteers, with heads erect27 and cheerful faces, as they knew Corporal Gray wished to see them, their Captain flourishing his sword in the air.
“Here they come! Do you see, Fanchon?” cried Crailey, excitedly. “They are all there, Jeff and Tappingham, and the two Madrillons and Will, the dear old fellow—he'll never write a decent paragraph as long as he lives, God bless him!—and young Frank—what deviltries I've led the boy into!—and there's the old General, forgetting all the tiffs28 we've had. God bless them all and grant them all a safe return! What on earth are they taking off their hats for?—Ah, good-by, boys, good-by!”
They saw the white face at the window, and the slender hand fluttering its farewell, and Tappingham halted his men.
“Three times three for Corporal Gray!” he shouted, managing, somehow, to keep the smile upon his lips. “Three times three, and may he rejoin his company before we enter the Mexican capital!”
He beat the time for the thunderous cheers that they gave; the procession described a circle on the lawn, and then, with the band playing and colors flying, passed out of the gates and took up the march to the wharf29.
“The flag, the flag!” whispered Crailey, following it with his eyes. “It shows that you helped make it, Fanchon, it's so beautiful. Ah, Tom, they've said we abused it, sometimes—it was only that we loved it so well we didn't like to see anyone make it look silly or mean. But, after all, no man can do that—no, nor no group of men, nor party!” His voice grew louder as the last strains of the music came more faintly from the street. “They'll take your banner across the Rio Grande, Fanchon, but that is not all—some day its stars must spread over the world! Don't you all see that they will?”
After a little while, he closed his eyes with a sigh; the doctor bent30 over him quickly, and Miss Betty started forward unconsciously and cried out.
But the bright eyes opened again and fixed31 themselves upon her with all their old, gay inscrutability.
“Not yet,” said Crailey. “Miss Carewe, may I tell you that I am sorry I could not have known you sooner? Perhaps you might have liked me for Fanchon's sake—I know you care for her.”
“I do—I do!” she faltered32. “I love her, and—ah!—I do like you, Mr. Gray, for I know you, though I never—met you until—last night. God bless you—God bless you!”
She wavered a moment, like a lily in the wind, and put out a hand blindly. “Not you!” she said sharply, as Tom Vanrevel started toward her. Mrs. Tanberry came quickly and put an arm about her, and together they went out of the room.
“You must be good to her, Tom,” said Crailey then, in a very low voice.
“I!” answered Tom, gently. “There was never a chance of that, lad.”
“Listen,” whispered Crailey. “Lean down—no—closer.” He cast a quick glance at Fanchon, kneeling at the other side of the bed, her golden head on the white coverlet, her outstretched hand clutching his; and he spoke33 so close to Tom's ear and in so low a tone that only Tom could hear. “She never cared for me. She felt that she ought to—but that was only because I masqueraded in your history. She wanted to tell me before I went away that there was no chance for me. She was telling me that, when he called from the window. It was at the dance, the night before, that she knew. I think there has been someone else from the first—God send it's you! Did you speak to her that night or she to you?”
“Ah, no,” said Tom Vanrevel. “All the others.”
Mrs. Tanberry and Betty and Mr. Bareaud waited in the library, the two women huddled34 together on a sofa, with their arms round each other, and all the house was very still. By and by, they heard a prolonged, far-away cheering and the steamer's whistle, and knew that the boat was off. Half an hour later, Will Cummings came back alone, entered the room on tip-toe, and silently sank into a chair near Mr. Bareaud, with his face away from Miss Betty. He was to remain in Rouen another week, and join his regiment35 with Tom. None of the three appeared to notice his coming more than dimly, and he sat with his face bowed in his hands, and did not move.
Thus perhaps an hour passed, with only a sound of footsteps on the gravel36 of the driveway, now and then, and a low murmur25 of voices in the rear of the house where people came to ask after Crailey; and when the door of the room where he lay was opened, the four watchers started as at a loud explosion. It was Mrs. Bareaud and the old doctor, and they closed the door again, softly, and came in to the others. They had left Crailey alone with Fanchon and Tom Vanrevel, the two who loved him best.
The warm day beyond the windows became like Sunday, no voices sounded from without in the noon hush37, though sometimes a little group of people would gather across the street to eye the house curiously38 and nod and whisper. The strong, blue shadows of the veranda39 pillars stole slowly across the white floor of the porch in a lessening40 slant41, and finally lay all in a line, as the tall clock in a corner of the library asthmatically coughed the hour of noon. In this jarring discordance42 there was something frightful to Miss Betty. She rose abruptly43, and, imperiously waving back Mrs. Tanberry, who would have detained her—for there was in her face and manner the incipient44 wildness of control overstrained to the breaking-point—she went hurriedly out of the room and out of the house, to the old bench in the garden. There she sank down, her face hidden in her arms; there on the spot where she had first seen Crailey Gray.
From there, too, had risen the serenade of the man she had spurned45 and insulted; and there she had come to worship the stars when Crailey bade her look to them. And now the strange young teacher was paying the bitter price for his fooleries—and who could doubt that the price was a bitter one? To have the spirit so suddenly, cruelly riven from the sprightly46 body that was, but a few hours ago, hale and alert, obedient to every petty wish, could dance, run, and leap; to be forced with such hideous47 precipitation to leave the warm breath of June and undergo the lonely change, merging48 with the shadow; to be flung from the exquisite49 and commonplace day of sunshine into the appalling50 adventure that should not have been his for years—and hurled51 into it by what hand!—ah, bitter, bitter price for a harlequinade! And, alas52, alas! for the brave harlequin!
A gentle touch fell upon her shoulder, and Miss Betty sprang to her feet and screamed. It was Nelson who stood before her, hat in hand, his head deeply bowed.
“Is he with you?” she cried, clutching at the bench for support.
“Where is he?”
“On de way, honey, on de way.”
“No'm; he goin' cross de big water.” He stretched out his hand and pointed55 solemnly to the east. “Him an' me we cotch de boat, an' yo' pa mek 'em taken de hosses on bode56. Den1 we git off at Leeville, five mile' down de rivuh, an' yo' pa hol' de boat whiles I rid back alone an' git de news, an' what de tale is you all is tole, f'um ole Mist' Chen'eth; an' Mist' Chen'eth, he rid back wid me an' see yo' pa at Leeville, an' dey talk in de shed by de landin', an' yo' pa tell Mist' Chen'eth what 'rangements he goin' make wid de proprety. 'Den he git on de boat ag'in an' dey sto't her agoin'; an' he ain' wave no good-by, ner say no mo' wu'ds. Mist' Chen'eth rid back whens de light come; but I res' de hosses an' come back slow, 'case I ponduh on de worl', an' I mighty57 sorry fer yo' pa, Missy. He am' comin' back no mo', honey, an' Miz Tanberry an' me an' Mamie, we goin' take keer er you. Yo' pa gone back dah to de F'enchmun, whuh he 'uz a young man. He mighty sick, an' he scairt, honey; an' he ain' goin' git ovah dat, neider. 'Peah to me, Missy, like he done had a vizhum er he own soul, when he come an' look down at dat young man layin' on de grass, las' night!”
The old fellow bent his back before her in a solemn bow, as a feudal58 retainer in allegiance to the heir, but more in deference59 to the sorrow written upon her, and respecting its magnitude. With no words of comfort, for he knew she wanted only to be alone, he moved away, with infirm steps and shaking head, toward the rear of the house.
Miss Betty threw herself upon the bench again, face downward in her arms. And still the house lay in silence under the sunshine.
An hour had passed, and the shadows slanted60 strongly to the east, when the stillness was broken by a sound, low and small at first, then rising fearfully, a long, quavering wail61 of supreme62 anguish, that clutched and shook the listener's heart. No one could have recognized the voice as Fanchon's, yet everyone who heard it knew that it was hers; and that the soul of Crailey Gray had gone out upon the quest for the Holy Grail.
Miss Betty's hands clenched63 convulsively round the arm of the bench and a fit of shuddering64 seized her as if with the grip of a violent chill, though her eyes were dry. Then she lay quiet.
A long time afterward65, she became aware of a step that paced the garden path behind her, and turned her face upon her arm so that she saw, but made no other motion. It was Tom Vanrevel, walking slowly up and down, his hands behind his back and his hat pulled far down over his eyes. He had not seen her.
She rose and spoke his name.
He turned and came to her. “Almost at the very last,” he said, “Crailey whispered to me that he knew you thought him a great scamp, but to tell you to be sure to remember that it was all true about the stars.”
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