Part 16 (1/2)
Solomon put his face in shape for a long shot. Jack has written that he seemed to be looking for hostile ”Injuns” some distance away and to be waiting for another stir in the bushes. Suddenly he pulled his trigger.
”London an' I is kind o' skeered o' one 'nother. It 'minds me o' the fust time I run into ol' Th.o.r.n.y Tree. They was a young brave with him an' both on 'em had guns. They knowed me an' I knowed them. Looked as if there'd have to be some killin' done. We both made the sign o'
friends.h.i.+p an' kep' edgin' erway f'm one 'nother careless like but keepin' close watch. Sudden as scat they run like h.e.l.l in one direction an' I in t'other. I guess I look bad to London an' London looks bad to me, but I'll have to do all the runnin' this time.”
The Doctor laughed. ”It ha' never seen a man just like you before,” he observed. ”I saw Sir Jeffrey Amherst this morning and told him you were in London. He is fond of you and paid you many compliments and made me promise to bring you to his home.”
”I'd like to smoke a pipe with ol' Jeff,” Solomon answered. ”They ain't no nonsense 'bout him. I learnt him how to talk Injun an' read rapids an' build a fire with tinder an' elbow grease. He knows me plenty. He staked his life on me a dozen times in the Injun war.”
”How is Major Was.h.i.+ngton?” the Doctor asked.
”Stout as a pot o' ginger,” Solomon answered. ”I ra.s.sled with him one evenin' down in Virginny an' I'll never tackle him ag'in, you hear to me. His right flipper is as big as mine an' when it takes holt ye'd think it were goin' to strip the shuck off yer soul.”
”He's in every way a big man,” said the Doctor. ”On the whole, he's about our biggest man. An officer who came out of the ambuscade at Fort Duquesne with thirty living men out of three companies and four shot holes in his coat must have an engagement with Destiny. Evidently his work was not finished. You have traveled about some. What is the feeling over there toward England?”
”They're like a b'ilin' pot everywhere. England has got to step careful now.”
”Tell Sir Jeffrey that, if you see him, just that. Don't mince matters. Jack, I'll send my man with you and Mr. Binkus to show you the new lodgings. We found them this morning.”
CHAPTER VI
THE LOVERS
The fas.h.i.+onable tailor was done with Jack's equipment. Franklin had seen and approved the admirably shaped and fitted garments. The young man and his friend Solomon had moved to their new lodgings on Bloomsbury Square. The scout had acquired a suit for street wear and was now able to walk abroad without exciting the mult.i.tudes. The Doctor was planning what he called ”a snug little party.” So he announced when Jack and Solomon came, adding:
”But first you are to meet Margaret and her mother here at half after four.”
Jack made careful preparation for that event. Fortunately it was a clear, bright day after foggy weather. Solomon had refused to go with Jack for fear of being in the way.
”I want to see her an' her folks but I reckon ye'll have yer hands full to-day,” he remarked. ”Ye don't need no scout on that kind o'
reconnoiterin'. You go on ahead an' git through with yer smackin an'
bym-by I'll straggle in.”
Precisely at four thirty-five Jack presented himself at the lodgings of his distinguished friend. He has said in a letter, when his dramatic adventures were all behind him, that this was the most thrilling moment he had known. ”The butler had told me that the ladies were there,” he wrote. ”Upon my word it put me out of breath climbing that little flight of stairs. But it was in fact the end of a long journey. It is curious that my feeling then should remind me, as it does, of moments when I have been close up to the enemy, within his lines, and lying hard against the ground in some thicket while British soldiers were tramping so near I could feel the ground shake. In the room I saw Lady Hare and Doctor Franklin standing side by side. What a smile he wore as he looked at me! I have never known a human being who had such a cheering light in his countenance. I have seen it brighten the darkest days of the war aided by the light of his words. His faith and good cheer were immovable. I felt the latter when he said:
”'See the look of alarm in his face. Now for a pretty drama!'
”Mrs. Hare gave me her hand and I kissed it and said that I had expected to see Margaret and hoped that she was not ill. There was a thistledown touch on my cheek from behind and turning I saw the laughing face I sought looking up at me. I tell you, my mother, there never was such a pair of eyes. Their long, dark lashes and the glow between them I remember chiefly. The latter was the friendly light of her spirit To me it was like a candle in the window to guide my feet.
'Come,' it seemed to say. 'Here is a welcome for you.' I saw the pink in her cheeks, the crimson in her lips, the white of her neck, the glow of her abundant hair, the shapeliness of brow and nose and chin in that first glance. I saw the beating of her heart even. I remember there was a tiny mole on her temple under the edge of that beautiful, golden crown of hers. It did not escape my eye. I tell you she was fair as the first violets in Meadowvale on a dewy morning. Of course she was at her best. It was the last moment in years of waiting in which her imagination had furnished me with endowments too romantic. I have seen great moments, as you know, but this is the one I could least afford to give up. I had long been wondering what I should do when it came. Now it was come and there was no taking thought of what we should do. That would seem to have been settled out of court. I kissed her lips and she kissed mine and for a few moments I think we could have stood in a half bushel measure. Then the Doctor laughed and gave her Ladys.h.i.+p a smack on the cheek.
”'I don't know about you, my Lady, but it fills me with the glow of youth to see such going on,' he remarked. 'I'm only twenty-one and n.o.body knows it--n.o.body suspects it even. These wrinkles and gray hair are only a mask that covers the heart of a boy.'
”'I confess that such a scene does push me back into my girlhood,' said Lady Hare. 'Alas! I feel the old thrill.'
”Franklin came and stood before us with his hands Upon our shoulders, his face s.h.i.+ning with happiness. ”'Margaret, a woman needs something to hold on to in this slippery world,' said he. 'Here is a man that stands as firm as an oak tree.'
”He kissed us as did Lady Hare, also, and then we all sat down together and laughed. I would not forget, if I could, that we had to wipe our eyes. No, my life has not been all blood and iron.