The Guerilla Chief Part 27

Nothing could exceed the attractions of this transatlantic home; and the many visitors whom I met there, proved that they were appreciated.

Dardonville, now rich, had retired from mercantile life, and offered a profuse hospitality to his friends. Need I say that he had troops of them?

From the character of much of the company that I met there, it was easy to see what was the chief object of attraction. It was not the wines, his luxurious dinners, nor the joys of the _fete champetre_, that brought to the villa Dardonville so many of the choice youth of the neighbourhood--the sons of rich planters and merchants--the young officers of the near military post. There was an influence far more powerful than these--Olympe.

Olympe was an heiress--a beauty--a belle.

In truth she was a lovely creature--one of those blonde, golden-haired beings, that appear to bring earth and heaven together, uniting in soft sweet harmony the form of a woman with the spirit of an angel.

She was still only a girl; but the precocity of that sunny clime promised the early development of her perfect form, already distinguished by charms of which she alone appeared unconscious.

It would have been no difficult matter to have fallen in love with Olympe--a far greater feat to have kept one's heart clear; and I rather congratulated myself that mine was already occupied. Happy might be the man who should be honoured by the first pa.s.sionate throbbings of that young virginal bosom; but wretched he who should _vainly_ aspire to that honour.

Perhaps it was my indifference that made me the favourite of Madame Dardonville; or was there something in the letter of my Creole friend that introduced me to her confidence? I knew not; but from the hour of my arrival this good lady admitted me to the intimacy of a confidential friendship.

Through this confidence I soon became acquainted with the conjugal destiny of the lovely Olympe--so far as that could be controlled by the will of her parents. Louis De Hauteroche needed no backer in me.

Notwithstanding his numerous and richer rivals, there was not much to fear, with such influence in his favour. Above all, the heart of Olympe was still free. I rejoiced on learning this; for seeing this fair young creature beset by so many suitors--too young to receive proposals--I trembled for the fate of my friend. Madame Dardonville, however, was a good "duenna;" and as for the retired merchant and _ancien lieutenant_, he had no idea of any danger. It was his design, and had been for years, that Olympe should marry Luis de Hauteroche, the son of his old comrade and friend--the son of his early benefactor, as he declared to me in the warmth of his amical enthusiasm, when we were one day conversing on the subject.

"Yes," exclaimed he, "De Hauteroche is poor--so was his father before him; but De Hauteroche was a gentleman of n.o.ble race, Monsieur--a true gentleman--and Luis must be--how could it be otherwise?"

I a.s.sured him it was my own belief; and in answer to many a question put both by Monsieur and Madame, I found the opportunity of making some slight return for the many kindnesses of my Creole friend. Had I made the covenant with Adele, I could not have been more zealous in carrying out my share of its conditions.

Such was the position I held in the Dardonville family previous to my starting for the prairies.

My excursion extended to the country of the "Crows," and occupied a period of over three months. I also had the honour of an interview with the redoubtable "Blackfeet" and the good fortune not to leave my scalp in the hands of these Ishmaelites of the prairies. I do not here intend to detail to my reader the incidents of my prairie life. They have no bearing upon our narrative. I need only remark, that during my three months' residence in the wilderness I had no communication whatever with the civilised world, and never heard from any of the friends I had left behind on either side of the Atlantic. On my return to Saint Louis, therefore, I found many items of news awaiting me--one of the most unexpected being the death of Monsieur Dardonville! Congestive fever, after a short illness, had carried him off--not much beyond the prime of life, and just when he had accomplished a position of opulent independence. This is not an uncommon fate with men who seek rest and retirement after a life of continued activity.

My intimacy with the family suffered no interruption from this melancholy occurrence, though of course its character was somewhat changed. But Madame Dardonville was as friendly as ever--even more so I fancied--and for the few weeks that I remained at Saint Louis, she pressed me to accept almost a constant hospitality. General society was no longer received at the villa: only those friends whose intimacy was of long standing.

That I had won Madame Dardonville's confidence, must be attributed to my relations with Monsieur Luis De Hauteroche; and to the same, no doubt, was I indebted for a singular secret that was entrusted to me on the eve of my departure for New Orleans. It was to the effect that her husband had made a most curious will--by which one half of his estate was left to his widow, the other to his daughter. There was nothing remarkable about this part.i.tion of the property, and it appeared to me to be equitable enough: but it was in another point that the will was oddly conditioned. This was, that in the event of Luis De Hauteroche offering to marry Olympe, the latter should not be free to refuse, except under forfeiture of the legacy left her by her father; and this was to become the property of Luis De Hauteroche himself! In other words, the daughter of Dardonville was left by legacy to the son of his old friend--on such conditions as were likely to lead her to their acceptance, while young De Hauteroche was comparatively free in his choice. This I was a.s.sured by Madame Dardonville was the fruits of a profound grat.i.tude for some early favour, which her husband had received at the hands of his former comrade De Hauteroche.

I thought it a fortunate circ.u.mstance, that the parties interested in this strange doc.u.ment were not likely to offer any opposition to its terms and conditions. It would prove only an idle instrument, and perhaps in a few months the writing contained in it would be no longer of any significance. My friend Luis would inherit the property of the rich merchant, and marry his daughter to boot. That would be the end of it.

I was curious to know if De Hauteroche had not yet heard of the fortune thus strangely conditioned to him, and I asked the question. The reply was "Not yet." There were reasons why he had not been told of it. But there was no longer any object in keeping the secret from him, and the Madame informed me that she had just written to him, enclosing a copy of her husband's will, and giving him a full explanation of her views upon the subject.

This conversation occurred upon the day before my departure from Saint Louis. Madame Dardonville had dispatched her letter by mail. She expressed regret at not having entrusted it to me, but she was not apprised of my intention of leaving so soon. Indeed it was hastily taken. _La premier gelee_--the first frost had made its appearance, and I remembered my promise.

As I bade my adieus at the Villa Dardonville, the Madame also extracted a promise from me--to the effect that I should not speak of what she had told me--even to Luis himself. She was desirous that things should take their natural course.

Story 2, Chapter IX.

THE POST-OFFICE.

On my return to New Orleans, one of my earliest solicitudes was about my European correspondence. There letters are not delivered by a carrier, or were not at the time of which I speak. To obtain them, you must either send to the Post-office, or go for them yourself; and expecting some letters of importance, I chose the latter alternative.

I reached the office at the hour when the Atlantic steamer's mail was being delivered. As is usual at that time, there was a crowd around the delivery-window; but by means of the simple contrivance of a gallery, or _coulisse_, each applicant was enabled to take his turn. I fell into rank, and awaited mine.

As we moved gradually forward, I could hear the different individuals asking for their letters--each giving his name, or sometimes both name and address.

Rarely was any question asked, beyond the demand for the amount of postage--the applicant paying it through the delivery-window, receiving the letter, and pa.s.sing on to make room for the impatient gentleman in his rear.

I had arrived within some half-dozen files of the box, when I heard p.r.o.nounced a well-known name.

"_Monsieur Luis De Hauteroche_."

It was not very distinctly enunciated--in fact rather in a sort of muttered tone--but I could not be mistaken as to the name.

There was nothing to surprise me in this. The young lawyer was no doubt there to receive his morning correspondence, like any other man of business. I should not have given a thought to the circ.u.mstance, farther than to congratulate myself on the good fortune of having opportunely encountered my friend--since I was just on my way to call upon him, at his office. I say, I should have given no farther thought to the circ.u.mstance; but, just as the letter was being delivered, I overheard the words "From Saint Louis," p.r.o.nounced by the delivery clerk. No doubt it was some matter relating to the amount of postage; but the phrase had a singular effect on my ears, and at once called up a train of ideas.

"So," soliloquised I, "Monsieur Luis has received _the_ letter. The mail must have come down by the same boat in which I travelled. Very amusing! I should know the contents of that epistle better than he.

Ha! ha! ha! Perhaps the most important letter he ever received in his life! The opening of that envelope will reveal to him a world of happiness. Within, he will find the offer of a hand, a heart, and a fortune. Lucky fellow! he is indeed to be envied!"

I should have felt greatly inclined to have antic.i.p.ated the post in its office, and to have had the pleasure of imparting the delicious news _viva voce_, but was restrained by remembering the injunctions of Madame Dardonville. I was curious, however, to observe the effect which the letter from Saint Louis would produce upon my friend; and I leaned over to catch a glimpse of his face. It might not be he who had inquired for the letter--some messenger from the office, perhaps,--and it now occurred to me that it was not his voice I had heard. But I was unable to determine the point. Three or four very stout tall fellows were in front; and, twist myself as I might, I could not see over or around them. "Never mind!" thought I, "I shall follow him directly to his office, and then--"

This reflection was interrupted by observing my friend, as I supposed, emerge from the exit end of the slip, and pa.s.s into the street. I thought it was he, and yet I was not quite certain. His back was towards me; but as he walked out of the portico, he turned slightly, and I caught a momentary glimpse of his side face. It was certainly like him; but I was struck with a sudden impression that it was more like the face of Monsieur Despard. This caused me to scrutinise the figure with more eagerness; but some one stepped in front of me, and when I looked again, he was gone out of sight.

"It matters little," thought I, "as I am on my way to De Hauteroche's office, where, at this hour, I shall, no doubt, find him."

After waiting as patiently as possible for my "turn," I obtained it at length; and, possessing myself of the expected letters, I sallied out into the street. I did not go direct to the office of my friend, but made a long detour--to give me time to glean the contents of my correspondence.

I arrived at length in the Rue Royale. As I had antic.i.p.ated, De Hauteroche was in his office, and received me with a genuine expression of welcome.

He was differently dressed from the man I had seen--in a coat altogether unlike! There was hardly time to have changed it? It could not have been he!

"_Parbleu_! my friend, what's the matter?" he inquired, observing my astonishment. "Do you perceive any change in me since we parted? I hope none for the worse, eh?"

"Answer me!" said I, without replying to his question. "How long have you had that coat on?"

"Ha! ha! what an eccentric question! ha! ha! ha! I fear, _mon ami_, you have left more than your heart in Saint Louis, ha! ha! ha!"

"Nay, please answer my question--how long?"

"To-day, do you mean?"

"Yes, to-day."

"Oh! about an hour. It is my business coat. I put it on when I came into the office, about an hour ago."

"And you have not had it off since?"

"No."

"You have not been out of the office either?"

"Not that I am aware off, _mon ami_; but pray why do you make these inquiries?"

"Simply because I fancied I saw you just now."

"Where?"

"At the Post-office."