The Daredevil Part 9

came in the deep voice of the Gouverneur Faulkner from a shadow at my elbow. "I sometimes think that they love us just to double-cross our life's ambitions, but don't you begin to suspect that for years to come."

"A man's life must be rooted in the heart of a woman if it would bear fruit, Monsieur le Gouverneur," I found myself saying as in the person of the Roberta, Marquise of Grez and Bye, I drew myself to my full height with pride in defense of my own s.e.x. "A man doubts that to his own dishonor."

"Yes, but it must be a pure heart that nourishes a man to his full fruitage--and, boy, don't you take even a sip--until you are sure there are such founts of refreshment."

"I would that you could look into my heart, my Gouverneur Faulkner," I said as I raised my hand and laid it against the raven garment that covered my soft breast that was rent with pain at the sadness of his voice and his deep eyes. "There you would see the heart of one--"

Suddenly I stopped in the deepest dismay and the daredevil quaked in her trousers.

"I would probably see the heart of--shall I say, Galahad Junior? G.o.d bless you, boy, you are refreshing." And he laughed as he laid his strong hands on my shoulder and gave to me a good shake.

"Are you my comrade Launcelot?" I asked him with a sudden fierce pain again in my breast under the raven coat at the thought of what that Queen of the yellow hair had done to that brave Knight of the Round Table of King Arthur.

"I don't think I'll answer your--your impertinence, boy. Just keep foxing with Sue and Belle and the rest of the posy girls and--and keep away from the pools--of--of other eyes." And after another shaking he turned me towards the door of that ballroom of lights and music.

At the command of the Gouverneur Faulkner there was nothing I could do but go back to the ballroom and to float for more minutes in the land of cloud with the "girl bunch," as my friend that Buzz has named them; but at supper I took my seat at the table with that beautiful Madam Whitworth and her husband of the very drooping black mustache and eyes that looked at all places except into those of the person addressing him. And at that moment I made this resolve to myself: "That Gouverneur Launcelot may ride far out of the white road, but I intend to run at his stirrup." And I found that it required swift running, for the road led--shall I say--into "tall timbers."

It is with a burning of countenance that arises from a hot shame, which I do not even to this moment exactly understand, that I recall to my mind that half hour which Mr. Robert Carruthers of Grez and Bye spent with the beautiful Madam Patricia Whitworth in one of the deep windows that looked from the private study of His Excellency of the State of Harpeth, over into the great hills that surround the city.

Things happened in this wise: That Madam Whitworth made the commencement of our duel of intelligences by a.s.suming that I was a simple French infant before whom she could dangle the very sweet bonbon of affection and take away from it a treasure that it held in the hollow of its hand as a sacred trust. That Madam Whitworth did not realize that instead of a very small young boy from gay Paris, whose eyes were closed like those of a very young cat, she was dealing with the very wicked girl who placed the word "devil" behind the word "dare," speaking in the language of that Mr. Willie Saint Louis when he informed me that he was the man who had so placed the "go" behind Chicago while on a visit to that city. I was that girl.

CHAPTER X

VITRIOL AND THE HOODOO

"I suppose it is absurd for a staid old matron like myself to be jealous, really jealous, at seeing a child like you being consumed alive by a lot of simpering misses in pink and blue chiffon pinafores, who ought to be in their nursery cots asleep, but I have been and am, boy. Did you forget that I was your oldest friend while Sue Tomlinson fed you sweets out of her hand?" And as she spoke she seated herself in the exact center of the window seat and motioned me to place myself in the portion of the left side that remained. I inserted myself into the s.p.a.ce that was so indicated and laid my arm along the window ledge behind her very much undressed back, so that I might give to my lungs s.p.a.ce to expand for air. I think that arrangement made very much for the comfort of the beautiful Madam Patricia, for she immediately appropriated that arm as a cushion for her undraped shoulders. We being thus comfortably wedged, the warfare began.

"All week I've been thinking about you, you wonderful boy, and wondering just what you have been doing and what has been doing to you. The General is so--so incomprehensible in his att.i.tude towards you and yours. All these years he has been"--and as she spoke she looked up into my eyes and pressed slightly towards me--"uncompromising, hasn't he?"

"Yes, Madam, I do find my Uncle, the General Robert, to be, as you say, uncompromising," I answered as I looked down at her with a smile.

"But you are not like that, are you, beautiful Madam Whitworth? You will compromise yourself, will you not?"

"Don't use English words so carelessly, my dear, until you are less ignorant of their meaning," she reproved me as she sat erect and gave to my lungs an inch more breathing s.p.a.ce. I had heard that large lady of the State of Cincinnati on the ship say that a nice lady from a place called Kansas, and whom everyone gave the t.i.tle of Mrs. Gra.s.s because of a disagreeable husband who was not dead, "compromised"

herself with a very much drinking gentleman from Boston because she sat in a small s.p.a.ce with him behind the chimney for smoke from the engine, and I thought it was a nice word to fit into the conversation with Madam Whitworth at that time. And I think it did fit better than I had quite intended that it should. I saw offense and I hastened to make a peace so that I should learn all that I wanted to know from her while letting her learn all that I did not know from me.

"I beg that you pardon me, beautiful Madam, and teach me the English words to say that will express all of--of the most wonderful things that I think of you. What is the one word that expresses the beauty of the blue flowers in crystal that I said your eyes to be, to myself, the first time I looked into them upon that railroad train when you rescued me from the black taffeta lady?" And as I was at that moment speaking the exact truth I spoke with a great ardor.

"I rather think that offsets Sue Tomlinson's 'cream jug'

compliment--and you _are_ a dear," she answered as she again diminished the s.p.a.ce for my lung action. "I hear the dear General has turned you over to the Governor completely. What do you think of him?"

she asked as if to manufacture conversation.

"Yes, I was made a gift to him last week, and I do not think very much of that Gouverneur," I made answer with excellent falseness, because I had had no thoughts since my presentation to that Gouverneur Faulkner that were not of him. I had obtained the uncomplimentary remark upon the ship, from the lady of Cincinnati, who said it about the doctor of the seasickness from which she suffered.

"Between you and me, boy--if anything, even an opinion, can be wedged between us--I think the Governor is a great, overrated stupid, encouraged in his denseness by the dear General whose ideas have--have--er--rather solidified with age. I rather pity you for having to have all of your opinions and policies of life moulded by them. Yes, it is a pity." And she sighed very near to my cheek.

"Will you not mould me to some extent yourself, beautiful flower-eyed Madam?" I asked of her with great gentleness, and did administer a nice little pressure to her shoulders like I had adventured upon the waist of the beautiful Belle in blue and silver dress which Madam Whitworth had named a pinafore.

"You are a perfect dear, and I will help you all I can. Just come and tell me all of your difficulties and I'll try and smooth them away for you. I suppose you will find it easy to translate their French doc.u.ments for them about this very boring mule deal. I have had to do it and I am glad to turn the burden of it all over to you. You may have some trouble with the English technicalities and perhaps you had best bring them in to me and I'll run over them to see that you get them straight. Only don't let the General know that I am helping you, for I verily believe the old dear thinks I am a nihilist ready to blow the Governor or any of his other old mules into a thousand bits."

"I thank you, beautiful Madam Whitworth, for your offer of a.s.sistance, and I will avail myself of it at the first opportunity. Is it at your house that we can be alone?" I questioned with a daring smile that would serve both for a purpose of coquetry and also to ascertain if I would encounter in a call upon her that very disagreeable appearing gentleman, Mr. Jefferson Whitworth, who is the husband to his very beautiful wife.

"Come any afternoon at four o'clock and telephone me before you come so that I can get rid of anybody who happens to be around. And be sure to bring any work you have for me to help you with. That's the only way I can excuse an ancient matron like myself for keeping you even for a few minutes away from the pinafores." And she looked into my eyes with a sigh for her antiquity. In the language of that Mr. Willie Saint Louis I knew it was "up to me," and I "handed the dame one."

"In my country, beautiful Madam, the fruit is much more regarded than the bud," is what I presented to her.

"You are delicious," she laughed as she again diminished my breathing s.p.a.ce. "I cannot see why the dear General has been so violent in his prejudice against all things from France. You must try to win him over, especially as he is letting his prejudice to France, if you can call downright hatred that, stand in the way of lending his aid in doing a great service to your poor, struggling, brave army, while at the same time reaping a profit to his own State. Has he told you anything of this mule deal he is forcing Governor Faulkner to hold up on some others who want to do a service to France?" As she questioned me, the beautiful Madam's eyes became much narrower and I could observe that she watched me with intentness for any sign of intelligence. I gave her none.

"Will you not tell me, my Madam of the blue flower eyes, about all of the matter? It will be of great benefit to me to understand it all from you, for my Uncle the General Robert is a man of few words and I am not a man of much business intelligence." And as I spoke I regarded her with a great and beseeching humility.

And there, in the Mansion of the Gouverneur of the State of Harpeth himself, that lovely woman did unfold to me the most wonderful plan for the most enormous robbery of both her own government and mine--or should I say of both of my governments?--that it could be in the power of mortal mind to conceive. It was a beautiful, reasonable, generous, patriotic, sympathetic drama of the gigantic war mule and it had only one tiny, hidden obscure line in one of its verses, but in that line lay all of dishonor that could come to a man and a State who should allow a smaller nation fighting for its life and its honor to be defrauded of one of the supplies which were of a deadly necessity for its success. I think I even saw the dastardly scheme more plainly than did my Uncle, the General Robert, for I had listened with more than one ear while my Capitaine, the Count de La.s.selles, explained to wee Pierre some of the details of supplying the army of the Republique. I think he had talked of things that the little one could not understand just to make an ease of the pressure of all of his business upon his troubled mind and breaking heart. And as Madam Whitworth talked I could hear my Pierre's brave voice as he always gave a.s.surances to his sad idol.

"All of plenty is in America, and she will give to France."

And here sat great strong Roberta, the Marquise of Grez and Bye, holding in the hollow of her arm a beautiful American woman who had herself contrived a monstrous plan to let a quant.i.ty of the lifeblood of France to turn into gold for her own vain uses. If to throttle her then and there with my bare strong hands had insured the great big needful mules to France, and saved the honor of my Gouverneur of the State of Harpeth, and my Uncle, the General Robert, I think I might have had a great temptation to administer that death to her; but instead I held her now closer in my arm and I began to plot her to death in any other way I could discover, so that her intrigue should die with her.

"Of a truth, beautiful Madam, the poor old Uncle, the General Robert, must not be allowed to interfere with such a beautiful plan as you have for supplying those very fine strong mules from the State of Harpeth to poor struggling France, and I will join with you in convincing the stupid Gouverneur Faulkner that such must not be the case. You will direct me, will you not? I am very young and I have but so lately come to this land that I do not know--I do not feel exactly what you call at home." And I spoke again with beseeching humility.

"We'll do it for France together, boy," she whispered as she turned in my arm and pressed herself against my raven attire above my heart held in restraint by that towel of the bath. "And then you can claim from me any--reward--you--"

Just at this lovely moment, when the beautiful Madam Whitworth had thrown herself into my arms and I had been obliged by my cunning to hold her there instead of flinging her to the floor as I naturally desired, there arrived at the door of the room which we were occupying with our plotting, my tall and awful Uncle, the General Robert, and looked down upon us with the lightnings of a storm in his eyes. Then, before I could make exclamation and betray his presence to the lady in my arms, whose back was turned in his direction, he had disappeared.

Did I betray that presence to the lady? I did not. I decided that it would be much to the advantage of the affair to have the lady in ignorance of his knowledge.

"You must go now, boy," she said at about the moment in which I could no longer keep my dissembling alive. "Send the Governor in here to me, for it is about the time I had promised to dance with him. I want to talk with him and try to make him see some at least of this matter in the right light. Go; and come to me to-morrow at four--for--for France."

I went and it was with much joy in the going. I stopped at a tall window to get into my lungs a very deep supply of atmosphere and also to take counsel with myself.

"Mr. Robert Carruthers," I said to myself, "you are in what that Mr.

G. Slade of Detroit said to be a 'h.e.l.l of a fix' when the nice aunt of that beautiful and refined 'skirt' of Saint Joseph, Missouri, discovered her to be in his embrace of farewell. I cannot tell to my Uncle, the General Robert, that it is that I, a woman of honor, have planned for myself, a man of dishonor, to betray a woman into his hands, and I shall receive from him what that Buzz Clendenning calls to be a 'dressing down.' But I must go to send to Madam Delilah now the great Gouverneur of the State of Harpeth and for what she does to him that is unholy she will answer to Robert Carruthers or--or Roberta, Marquise of Grez and Bye." And then immediately I went to deliver the summons of Madam Whitworth to the Gouverneur Faulkner and I did not look into his face as I spoke the words, but waited with my eyes cast down to the floor until he dismissed me.

Then after that very painful hour of intrigue I allowed to Mr. Robert Carruthers another of very delightful gayety with all of the "chiffon pinafore" ladies upon the ballroom floor. I have in my blood that gayety which led some of my ancestors to laugh and compliment each other and play piquet up even to the edge of the guillotine, and I refused to see the countenance of my Uncle, the General Robert, regarding me from the door in the end of the ballroom. I considered that an hour of pleasure was a sacred thing not to be interfered with, and I danced with that sweet Sue Tomlinson right past the edge of his toes while I could feel the delicious giggle within her, which was answering that within me, at his fierce regard of us both.

"He'll eat you up before daylight, Mr. Carruthers," she said as she cast a sweet and loving glance at my Uncle, the General Robert, which, I could see as I lowered her over my arm and slid away from him, was giving to him much nice fury.

"I will request that Madam black Kizzie to make a good cream gravy to me," I made answer to her with merriment. "I am very tender," I added with audacity that I was learning with such a rapidity that I trembled for the reputation of Mr. Robert Carruthers, and as I spoke the words I gave to her a little embrace in a turn of the dance. It should not have been done, but if that sweet Sue had known that a very lonely girl danced in that raven garb of a man, who wanted to hold her close for her comforting, she would have forgiven it, I feel sure. That Sue is a young woman of such a good sense that I must forever cherish her.

"Don't do that again, Bobby Carruthers," she said, looking up at me with a lovely seriousness in her honest young eyes. "I know you are French, and queer, but--but don't--" After a little she added: "We are going to be grand friends, aren't we?" "Yes, lovely Sue, and I beg of you pardon," I answered her with all of the friendliness of Roberta, Marquise of Grez and Bye, in my eyes and voice, which seemed to give to her a beautiful satisfaction.

"Good! I'll tell you what let's do. You come by for me to-morrow afternoon and I'll go with you to the Capitol and I'll beard the General Lion in his den and ask him to let us be friends, and then we'll take him out to the Confederate Soldiers' Home for 'flags down'--it mellowed him so once, when I was about ten, that he let me trot home beside him holding his hand, though he didn't speak to me for a week after. Want to?" I did enjoy the mischief in those merry eyes that I laughed into.

"I'll steal his big car and come and help you--what do you say?--kidnap my Uncle, the General Robert," I answered her with delight as I released her into the arms of that Buzz Clendenning before the fox had been more than half trotted.

"Go pick roses out of your own garden, L'Aiglon," he said as he slid her away from me.

And for the reason that I was very slightly fatigued and also slightly warm from being obliged to dance in the very heavy swathings of a gentleman, when I had been accustomed to the coolness of chiffon and tulle and thin lace of a lady, I went again into the broad hall and to the wide window that looked away to those comforting blue hills. Below me the garden was coming out of a veil of mist as the moon, which was now very old, came slowly up from behind the dim ridge of hills that my Uncle the General Robert had told me to be called Paradise Ridge.

All the spring flowers below me seemed to be sending up to me greetings of perfumes and the tall purple and white lilac flowers waved plumes of friendliness at me, while large round pink blossoms that I think are called peonies, nodded and beckoned to me with sweet countenances. I felt that they were flower friends who in their turn were saying messages of welcome to the lonely girl who had come across the dark waters to them and in my throat I began to hum that "Say can you see--" Star Spangled hymn to them, and was just preparing to step from the window onto a balcony and descend to them, when a movement of human beings caught my eye upon the side of that balcony and I paused in the darkness of the window curtain. What did I see?

A man stood at the rail of the balcony in the dim moonlight and he was speaking to a woman whom his broad shoulders hid from me. The man was the Gouverneur Faulkner of the State of Harpeth and in a moment I discovered the ident.i.ty of the lady with him.