Part 5 (2/2)

We were tired to silence when we reached our rooms; so much so that nothing seemed to make a defined and sharp impression upon my mind. I kept thinking all the time that I must have been mistaken in my first thought that I had never known the Trescotts.

”Their voices seem familiar to me,” said I, ”and yet I can't a.s.sociate them with the old home at all. It's very odd!”

As Alice stood before the mirror shaking down and brus.h.i.+ng her hair, she said: ”Do you suppose he thought you in earnest about that absurd park?”

”No,” I answered, ”he understood me well enough; but what puzzles me is the question, was _he_ in earnest?”

In the middle of the night I woke with a perfectly clear idea as to the ident.i.ty of the Trescotts! Prescott, Trescott! Josie, Josephine the ”Empress”! And then the voice and figure!

”Why are you sitting up in bed?” inquired Alice.

”I have made a discovery,” said I. ”That man at the Stock Yards meant Trescott, not Prescott.”

”I don't understand,” said she sleepily.

”In a word,” said I, ”the girl who gave you the flowers is the Empress!”

”Albert Barslow!” said Alice. ”Why--”

My wife was silent for a long time.

”I knew we'd meet her,” she said at last. ”It is fate.”

CHAPTER VI.

I am Inducted into the Cave, and Enlist.

”Here's the cave,” said Jim, at the door of his office, next morning.

”As prospective joint-proprietor and co-malefactor, I bid you welcome.”

The smiles with which the employees resumed their work indicated that the extraordinary character of this welcome was not lost upon them. The office was on the ground-floor of one of the more pretentious buildings of Lattimore's main street. The post-office was on one side of it, and the First National Bank on the other. Over it were the offices of lawyers and physicians. It was quite expensively fitted up; and the plate-gla.s.s front glittered with gold-and-black sign-lettering. The chairs and sofas were upholstered in black leather. On the walls hung several decorative advertis.e.m.e.nts of fire-insurance companies, and maps of the town, county, and state. Rolls of tracing-paper and blueprints lay on the flat-topped tables, reminding one of the office of an architect or civil engineer. A thin young man worked at books, standing at a high desk; and a plump young woman busily clicked off typewritten matter with an up-to-date machine.

”You'll find some books and papers on the table in the next room,” said Jim, as I finished my first look about. ”I'll ask you to amuse yourself with 'em for a little while, until I can dispose of my morning's mail; after which we'll resume our hunt for resources. We haven't any morning paper yet, and the evening _Herald_ is s.h.i.+pped in by freight and edited with a saw. But it's the best we've got--yet.”

He read his letters, ran his eyes over his newspapers and a magazine or two, and dictated some correspondence, interrupted occasionally by callers, some of whom he brought into the room where I was whiling away the time, examining maps, and looking over out-of-date copies of the local papers. One of these callers was Mr. Hinckley, the cas.h.i.+er of the bank, who came to see about some insurance matters. He was spare, aquiline, and white-mustached; and very courteously wished Lattimore the good fortune of securing so valuable an acquisition as ourselves. It would place Lattimore under additional obligations to Mr. Elkins, who was proving himself such an effective worker in all public matters.

”Mr. Elkins,” said he, ”has to a wonderful degree identified himself with the material progress of the city. He is constantly bringing here enterprising and energetic business men; and we could better afford to lose many an older citizen.”

I asked Mr. Hinckley as to the length of his own residence in Lattimore.

”I helped to plat the town, sir,” said he. ”I carried the chain when these streets were surveyed,--a boy just out of Bowdoin College. That was in '55. I staged it for four hundred miles to get here. Aleck Macdonald and I came together, and we've both staid from that day. The Indians were camped at the mouth of Brushy Creek; and except for old Pierre Lacroix, a squaw-man, we were for a month the only white men in these parts. Then General Lattimore came with a party of surveyors, and by the fall there was quite a village here.”

Jim came in with another gentleman, whom he introduced as Captain Tolliver. The Captain shook my hand with profuse politeness.

”I am delighted to see you, suh,” said he. ”Any friend of Mr. Elkins I shall be proud to know. I heah that Mrs. Barslow is with you. I trust, suh, that she is well?”

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