Part 5 (1/2)
”Only in photograph,” said the homeless one, putting three lumps of sugar into his coffee because he was so happy he didn't know what he was about.
”And you have turned twenty-eight,” said Kit, counting on her fingers.
”That makes you twenty-four, Nan,” Jack laughed.
”And much I care!” replied Nancy, shaking her head defiantly. I've a sneaking idea that she was thinking of me when she made this declaration. For if _I_ didn't care, why should she?
”A handsome, stunning girl like you, Nan, ought to be getting married,”
observed the prodigal. ”What's the matter with all these dukes and lords and princes, anyhow?”
An embarra.s.sed smile ran around the table, but Mr. Robert missed it by some several inches.
Jack threw a cigar across the table. ”Now,” said he, ”where the deuce did you come from?”
”Indirectly from Arizona, which is a synonym, once removed, for war.”
Jack looked at his plate and laughed; but Mrs. Jack wanted to know what Bob meant by that.
”It's a word used instead of war, as applied by the late General Sherman,” Jack replied. ”And I am surprised that a brother-in-law of yours should so far forget himself as to hint it, even.”
Knowing that she could put him through the inquisition later, she asked my hero how his leg was.
”It aches a little when it rains; that's about all.”
”And you never let us know anything about it till the thing was all over,” was Nancy's reproach.
”What's the use of scaring you women?” Robert demanded. ”You would have had hysterics and all that.”
”We heard of it quick enough through the newspapers,” said Jack. ”Come, give us your own version of the rumpus.”
”Well, the truth is,”--and the prodigal told them his tale.
”Why, you are a hero!” cried Mrs. Jack, clasping her hands.
”Hero nothing,” sniffed the elder brother. ”He was probably star-gazing or he wouldn't have poked his nose into an ambush.”
”Right you are, brother John,” Robert acknowledged, laughing.
”And how handsome he has grown, Nancy,” Mrs. Jack added, with an oblique glance at her husband.
”He does look 'distangy',” that individual admitted. A handsome face always went through John's cuira.s.s. It was all nonsense, for his wife could not have adored him more openly had he been the twin to Adonis.
But, there you are; a man always wants something he can not have. John wasn't satisfied to be one of the most brilliant young men in Was.h.i.+ngton; he also wanted to be cla.s.sed among the handsomest.
”By the way, Jack,” said my hero, lighting the cigar and blowing the first puff toward the ceiling, his face admirably set with nonchalance, ”do you know of a family named Annesley--Colonel Annesley?” I knew it would take only a certain length of time for this question to arrive.
”Colonel Annesley? Why, yes. He was in the War Department until a year or so ago. A fine strategist; knows every in and out of the coast defenses, and is something of an inventor; lots of money, too. Tall, handsome old fellow?”
”That's the man. A war volunteer?”
”No, a regular. Crippled his gun-fingers in some petty Indian war, and was transferred to the Department. He was a widower, if my recollection of him is correct; and had a lovely daughter.”