Part 75 (1/2)

”You don't know nothin' about him, you say?” he demanded.

”No,” said the Colonel.

The man took a shuffle forward.

”My name's Ford,” he said. ”I 'low I kin 'lighten you a little.”

”Good day, sir,” said the Colonel.

”I guess you'll like to hear what I've got to say.”

”Ephum,” said Mr. Carvel in his natural voice, ”show this man out.”

Mr. Ford slunk out without Ephum's a.s.sistance. But he half turned at the door, and shot back a look that frightened Virginia.

”Oh, Pa,” she cried, in alarm, ”what did he mean?”

”I couldn't tell you, Jinny,” he answered. But she noticed that he was very thoughtful as they walked home. The next morning Eliphalet had not returned, but a corporal and guard were waiting to search the store for him. The Colonel read the order, and invited them in with hospitality.

He even showed them the way upstairs, and presently Virginia heard them all tramping overhead among the bales. Her eye fell upon the paper they had brought, which lay unfolded on her father's desk. It was signed Stephen A. Brice, Enrolling Officer.

That very afternoon they moved to Glencoe, and Ephum was left in sole charge of the store. At Glencoe, far from the hot city and the cruel war, began a routine of peace. Virginia was a child again, romping in the woods and fields beside her father. The color came back to her cheeks once more, and the laughter into her voice. The two of them, and Ned and Mammy, spent a rollicking hour in the pasture the freedom of which d.i.c.k had known so long, before the old horse was caught and brought back into bondage. After that Virginia took long drives with her father, and coming home, they would sit in the summer house high above the Merimec, listening to the crickets' chirp, and watching the day fade upon the water. The Colonel, who had always detested pipes, learned to smoke a corncob. He would sit by the hour, with his feet on the rail of the porch and his hat tilted back, while Virginia read to him. Poe and Wordsworth and Scott he liked, but Tennyson was his favorite. Such happiness could not last.

One afternoon when Virginia was sitting in the summer house alone, her thoughts wandering back, as they sometimes did, to another afternoon she had spent there,--it seemed so long ago,--when she saw Mammy Easter coming toward her.

”Honey, dey's comp'ny up to de house. Mister Hopper's done arrived. He's on de porch, talkin' to your Pa. Lawsey, look wha he come!”

In truth, the solid figure of Eliphalet himself was on the path some twenty yards behind her. His hat was in his hand; his hair was plastered down more neatly than ever, and his coat was a faultless and sober creation of a Franklin Avenue tailor. He carried a cane, which was unheard of. Virginia sat upright, and patted her skirts with a gesture of annoyance--what she felt was anger, resentment. Suddenly she rose, swept past Mammy, and met him ten paces from the summer house.

”How-dy-do, Miss Virginia,” he cried pleasantly. ”Your father had a notion you might be here.” He said fayther.

Virginia gave him her hand limply. Her greeting would have frozen a man of ardent temperament. But it was not precisely ardor that Eliphalet showed. The girl paused and examined him swiftly. There was something in the man's air to-day.

”So you were not caught?” she said.

Her words seemed to relieve some tension in him. He laughed noiselessly.

”I just guess I wahn't.”

”How did you escape?” she asked, looking at him curiously.

”Well, I did, first of all. You're considerable smart, Miss Jinny, but I'll bet you can't tell me where I was, now.”

”I do not care to know. The place might save you again.”

He showed his disappointment. ”I cal'lated it might interest you to know how I dodged the Sovereign State of Missouri. General Halleck made an order that released a man from enrolling on payment of ten dollars.

I paid. Then I was drafted into the Abe Lincoln Volunteers; I paid a subst.i.tute. And so here I be, exercising life, and liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.”

”So you bought yourself free?” said Virginia. ”If your subst.i.tute gets killed, I suppose you will have cause for congratulation.”

Eliphalet laughed, and pulled down his cuffs. ”That's his lookout, I cal'late,” said he. He glanced at the girl in a way that made her vaguely uneasy. She turned from him, back toward the summer house.