Part 60 (1/2)

”No,” was the still laughing reply. ”What is more, you shall have another surprising experience; you shall eat your supper--for the first time, I imagine--in the kitchen. It will save time and trouble, and some of my agents may appear soon. Well, well, all has turned out, so far, better than I ever hoped. I have been able to keep track of all the most important movements; I have seen a decisive battle, and have sent intelligence of everything to Was.h.i.+ngton.

A certain man there cannot say that I have failed in my duty, unexpected and terrible as has been the emergency. By morning the military from the forts in the harbor will be on hand. One or two more such victories, and this dragon of a mob will expire.”

”Papa, should not something be done to find and protect Mammy Borden?”

”Yes, as soon as possible; but we must make sure that the city's safe, and our own lives secure before looking after one poor creature.

She has undoubtedly gone to her son, as you suggest. After such a scare as she has had she will keep herself and him out of sight.

They are both shrewd and intelligent for their race, and will, no doubt, either hide or escape from the city together. Rest a.s.sured she went out heavily veiled and disguised. She would have said good-by had she not feared you would detain her, and, as you say, her motive was probably twofold. She saw how she endangered us, and, mother-like, she was determined to be with her son.”

”Come, papa, the coffee's boiled, and supper, such as it is, is on the table. Hungry as I am, I cannot eat till you have told me all.”

”All about the fight?”

”Yes, and--and--Well, what part did Mr. Merwyn take in it?”

”Ah, now I am to recite MY epic. How all is changed since Blauvelt kindled your eyes and flushed your cheeks with the narration of heroic deeds! Then we heard of armies whose tread shook the continent, and whose guns have echoed around the world. Men, already historic for all time, were the leaders, and your soldier friends were clad in a uniform which distinguished them as the nation's defenders.

My humble hero had merely an ill-fitting policeman's coat b.u.t.toned over his soiled, ragged blouse. Truly it is fit that I should recite his deeds in a kitchen and not in a library. When was the heroic policeman sung in homeric verse before? When--”

”O papa, papa! don't tantalize me. You cannot belittle this struggle or its consequences. Our enemies are at our very doors, and they are not soldiers. I would rather face scalping Indians than the wretches that I saw an hour since. If Merwyn will do a man's part to quell this mob I shall feel honored by his friends.h.i.+p. But he never will forgive me, never, never.”

”We'll see about that,” was Mr. Vosburgh's smiling reply. Then his face became grave, and he said: ”You are right, Marian. The ruffians who filled the streets to-day, and who even now are plundering and burning in different parts of the city, are not soldiers. They are as brutal as they are unscrupulous and merciless. I can only tell you what has occurred in brief outline, for the moment I am a little rested and have satisfied hunger I must be at work.”

He then rapidly narrated how Merwyn had been brought in at police headquarters with one of the leaders of the riot whom he had beguiled and helped to capture. A graphic account of the battle followed, closing with the fact that he had left the ”coward” marching up Broadway to engage in another fight.

The girl listened with pale cheeks and drooping head.

”He will never forgive me,” she murmured; ”I've wronged him too deeply.”

”Be ready to give him a generous cup of coffee and a good supper,”

her father replied. ”Men are animals, even when heroes, and Merwyn will be in a condition to bless the hand that feeds him to-night.

Now I must carry out my plans with despatch. Oh, there is the rain. Good. Torrents, thunder, and lightning will keep away more dangerous elements. Although I have but a slight acquaintance with the Erkmanns, whose yard abuts upon ours, I hope, before the evening is over, to have a door cut in the fence between us, and a wire stretched from our rear windows to theirs. It will be for our mutual safety. If attacked we can escape through their house or they through ours. I'll put on my rubber suit and shall not be gone long now at any one time. You can admit Merwyn or any of my agents who give the pa.s.sword. Keep plenty of coffee and your own courage at boiling-point. You will next hear from me at our back door.”

In less than half an hour she again admitted her father, who said: ”It's all arranged. I have removed a couple of boards so that they can be replaced by any one who pa.s.ses through the opening. I have some fine wire which I will now stretch from my library to Mr.

Erkmann's sleeping-apartment.”

When he again entered the house two of his agents whom Marian had admitted were present, dripping wet, hungry, and weary. They had come under cover of the storm and darkness. While they gave their reports Mr. Vosburgh made them take a hearty supper, and Marian waited on them with a grace that doubled their incentive to serve their chief. But more than once she sighed, ”Merwyn does not come.”

Then the thought flashed upon her: ”Perhaps he cannot come. He may be battered and dying in the muddy streets.”

The possibility of this made her so ill and faint that she hastily left the apartment and went up to the darkened drawing-room, where her father found her a moment later seeking to stifle her sobs.

”Why, Marian, darling, you who have kept up so bravely are not going to give way now.”

”I'm not afraid for myself,” she faltered, ”but Mr. Merwyn does not come. You said he was marching to another fight. He may be wounded; he may be--” her voice fell to a whisper--”he may be dead.”

”No, Marian,” replied her father, confidently, ”that young fellow has a future. He is one of those rare spirits which a period like this develops, and he'll take no common part in it. He has probably gone to see if his own home is safe. Now trust G.o.d and be a soldier, as you promised.”

”I couldn't bear to have anything happen to him and I have no chance to make amends, to show I am not so weak and silly as I appeared this morning.”

”Then let him find you strong and self-controlled when he appears.