Altsheler, Joseph - [Novel 09] Read online

  " It 's true ! It's true ! " said Moore. "I remember you very well since you have spoken of it ; and polite you were to me, for which I thank you. Right sorry am I to see you here."

  It was another release from the hangman's rope, and Bel fort was defeated for the second time. He recognized the fact and fell back, looking at me in a puzzled and mortified way. I believe he was con- vinced then that his suspicions were wrong. Why Alloway denied me I could not guess, for surely the look from me in the street was not sufficient to dis- close such a complicated situation as ours. But it had happened so, and it was not for Marcel or me to complain.

  "Have you finished, Lieutenant Belfort?" asked the commandant. "I understood that something important was to follow these questions or I would not have consented to such an irregularity."

  " It is a mistake ! I was upon the wrong path ! I will explain another time ! " said Belfort, hurriedly.

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  looked curiously at Belfort. They seemed to think that there was something in Marcel's idea. Of course, Bel fort mi^ht have accused us openly, but he had no proof whatever, and the chances seemed at least a hundred to one that lie would make himself ridicu- lous by such a declaration. No, I was not afraid of that, unless something else to arouse his smouldering suspicions should occur.

  As we left the prison, Miss Desmond said to me, " I wish to ask Lieutenant Melville about Stafford- shire."

  " Ah, Miss Desmond," spoke up Moore, " if you want to know the truth about any part of England, you should ask an Irishman."

  So saying, he placed his hand upon his heart and bowed.

  " An Irishman always talks best about the thing of which he knows least," said Vivian.

  But all walked on, and Miss Desmond and I were the last of the company. I wondered why she had chosen me thus. There was very little that I could tell her about Staffordshire, and in truth, it seemed a poor subject for conversation just then.

  " Lieutenant Melville," she said, " why are you and Lieutenant Bclfort to fight a duel ? "

  Her question was so sudden and direct that it startled me. I had not suspected that she knew of our quarrel.

  41 It is because wo could not agree upon a point of honor," I said.

  " Do you think that it is a proper business for two of the king's officers ? " she asked. 1U

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  " Since you wish me to be frank, I do not," I re- plied, " but it was impossible for me to avoid it, and perhaps my antagonist will say the same concerning himself."

  " Why do you fight?" she asked. Then I knew that she had not heard the full tale, the cause of our quarrel, and I reflected for a moment while she looked at me with bright eyes. I felt like a little boy called up for punishment and seeking excuse.

  " It was over the cards," I said. "There was some talk about the measures that should be taken against the rebels. Lieutenant Belfort advocated more se- verity, I more mildness. I do not think the opinion of either would have had any influence on the policy of the Government, but that did not restrain our heat. We quarrelled like cabinet ministers at odds. There was a blow, I think, a demand for an apology, which was refused ; and what followed is to be left to the seconds, who have not yet been named."

  " I do not believe you," she said, still holding me with her calm, bright eyes.

  I felt the hot blood flushing my face, but neither in her tone nor manner did she condemn me or speak as one who despised a man caught in a falsehood. Rather she was reproachful.

  " There is some other reason," she said, " and you will not tell it to me, but I shall not ask you again."

  I was silent, and she resumed,

  "Promise me that you will not fight this duel, Lieutenant Melville."

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  been when she asked me why Belfort and I were to meet. It was my first thought that she was in fear for him, and I asked with a little malice,

  "Do yon make the same request of Lieutenant Belfort ?"

  When I saw the faint flush of color rising in her face, I was sorry that I had asked the question.

  " No," she replied, " I would not make such a re- quest of him, although I have known him longer than I have you."

  I was pleased, greatly pleased; but she reminded me that I had not answered her question.

  " The challenge has been issued," I said, " and if 1 withdraw at so late a moment I should be called a coward. Would you have me bear such a name in Philadelphia ? "

  " No ; but is there no other way ? "

  " None that I know of."

  A look of sadness replaced the flush on her face.

  "It is a barbarous custom, I think," she said, "and belongs to a barbarous age. It is merely the better swordsman or marksman who wins, and not of ne- cessity the better man. It decides no more than the hot ploughshare of the Middle Ages, and of the two customs I think the trial by hot iron was the saner."

  I was silent, again not knowing what to answer, and she too said no more. I believe that at the last, and after weighing my evasions, she began to guess why Belfort and I had quarrelled. In a few moments we joined the others, and we bore the ladies company to their houses. Belfort was silent and moody over his failure, and bade us a brief 8 113

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  adieu. It was ten o 'clock then, and soon we were due at Catron's rooms to arrange for the duel. But before the time had elapsed the man Waters came to our quarters, his evil eyes peering under his shock of red hair.

  " Confound it," I cried, " your company is an honor that I can well do without ! "

  " I would not intrude," he said, " but I am sent by the cornmander-in-chief, Sir William Howe, him- self, who wishes you to come at once to his head- quarters."

  I was startled. The detection of our identity, or punishment for preparing to fight a duel were the ideas that sprang up in my head. But the first dis- appeared quickly. If Sir William had discovered who we were, he would have sent a file of soldiers for both of us, and not an order to me alone to come to his headquarters.

  "You have no choice but to go," said Marcel, " and if you do not return in time I will report to Catron what has happened. I will see that Belfort does not make any charges against you."

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  I KNEW that my honor was safe in Marcel's hands, and I followed Waters to Sir William Howe, whom I found dictating to his secretary. He gave me a little nod and said, " I have sent my aide, Vivian, away on other duty and I wish you to take his place. You will find a chair there and you can wait."

  I sat down, and he paid no further attention to me for a long time. Then he relieved the secretary, who looked worn out, and put me in his place. I write a fair round hand with a goose quill, and Sir William seemed pleased with my work. The letters were on official business, mostly to cabinet ministers in London, and to this day I often wonder if the British archives still contain documents written by that most disloyal rebel Robert Chester.

  Evidently it was a busy day with Sir William Howe, as we wrote on hour after hour, long past four o'clock, the time for arranging the duel, though my work did not keep me from noticing more than once the luxury of Sir William's quarters, and the abundant proof that this man was made for a life of easy good-nature and not for stem war. How well the British served us with most of their generals! I inferred that busy days such as this were rare with Sir William Howe.

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  Orderlies came in with reports and went directly out again. The night darkened through the windows at last, and supper was brought to us, which I had the honor of sharing with Sir William.

  It was full ten o 'clock when he sat down in a chair and ceased to dictate, while I opened and shut my cramped fingers to be sure that I still had over them the power of motion.

  " You are tired, Melville," said Sir William
, " and you have honestly earned your weariness."

  " I hope that I have served you well, Sir William," I replied. I was thoroughly sincere when I said this. God knows that I had cause only to like Sir William Howe, and in truth I did like him. I thought of him as a good man in the wrong place.

  " Yes, you have done well," he said, "but I did not send for you merely to help me in this work. I wished to break up the plans for that silly duel that you and Lieutenant Belfort are trying to arrange. Do not flush ; none of your friends have betrayed you. I heard of it through a proper channel. I could have arrested and punished you both, but I pre- ferred a milder method. I liked you from the first, Lieutenant Melville, and I do not wish my young officers to kill one another. You cannot serve either the king, me, or one another by sharpening your swords on the bones of your comrades. No protestations, but understand that I forbid this! Do I wish either you or Lieutenant Belfort to come to me with British blood on his hands? Is it not bad enough when the Englishmen of the Old World and the New are cutting one another's throats ? " 116

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  It was a cimc when silence became me, and in truth no answer was needed. Sir William seemed to be excited. He walked hurriedly back and forth, and apparently forgot the lowness of my rank when he continued,

  " I have been blamed by a numerous and powerful party in England because I have not pushed the campaign more vigorously, because I have not used more severity. I say this to you, a young man, because every one knows it. A wasted country, burning towns, and slaughtered people do not look so bad when they are thousands of miles away. But put yourself in my place, in the place of the general- in-chief. Did I wish to kill the sons and grand- sons of Englishmen ? Did I wish to waste this English domain, greater than England herself? I hoped, when leaving England, that the quarrel would be made up, that all Englishmen would remain brethren. My brother and I made offers, and I still hoped, even after the battle of Long Island and our capture of New York, that the rebels would come back to us. But they have not, and those who remain loyal, like the rich of this city and Xcw York, do not seem to know the temper and resources of their own countrymen who oppose us. How could I fight well with the torch of peace in one hand and the torch of war in the other? There must be either peace or war. A country cannot have both at the same time."

  " It is certain," I said, " that if any other country possessed these colonies it would not have treated them as well as England has done." 117

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  In making that assertion I was thoroughly sincere. While convinced that we had ample cause for re- bellion, I had always felt that the cause would have been much greater had our mother nation been any other than England. She ruled us mildly or rather let us rule ourselves until we grew strong and proud, and then suddenly and against the wishes of many of her best, sought to give us a master when we had never known one.

  " It is true, or at least I hope so," said Sir William, " but that does not end the war. How are we to achieve the conquest of a country six or seven times as large as England, and inhabited by a people of our own race and spirit ? If we beat an army in one place, another appears elsewhere ; if we hold a city, it is merely an island in a sea of rebels, and we cannot convert the whole thirteen colonies into one huge camp !"

  As I have said before, Sir William seemed much agitated. I noticed a letter with the royal seal lying upon the table, to which his eyes frequently turned and which he took in his hand several times, though he did not reopen it in my presence. I judged that its contents were unpleasant to him, though I could not guess their nature. That and his agitation would account for the extraordinary freedom with which he spoke to me, a comparative stranger. And I was sincerely sorry for him, know- ing his unfitness for the task in which he had failed, and believing too that he bore my countrymen no ill will. He continued his uneasy walk for a few minutes, and then sitting down endeavoured to com- pose himself. 118

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  " Do not repeat uuy of the things that I have said to you, Melville ; see that you do not," he said to me ; but he added in a lower tone, as if to himself, " But I know of no good reason why my opinions should not be heard."

  I assured him that nothing he had said would be repeated by me, and in truth I had no thought of doing so, even before he gave his caution.

  " Melville," he said, " you are tired and sleepy, and so am I. I shall not send you to your quarters, but there is a lounge in the anteroom upon which Vivian sleeps. You may take his place there to- night, and consider yourself the commander of my guard. Merely see that the sentinels are on duty at the door and have received projxjr instructions. Then you may go to sleep."

  I bade him good-night, found that all was right with the sentinels, and lay down in my clothes on the lounge. I was worn out witli the long work, but I did not go to sleep. I was compelled to reflect upon the extreme singularity of my position. I, Robert Chester, a lieutenant in the rebel army and most loyal to the Congress, was on watch at the door of Sir William Howe, the British Commander-in- chief, as commander of his guard. And moreover I meant to be faithful to my trust. Upon these points my conscience gave me no twinge, but it urged with increasing force the necessity of our speedy flight from Philadelphia. Our errand had been a fruitless one. Honor called us away and danger hurried us on. Only the duel with Belfort stood in the way of an attempt to escape. It is true that Sir William 110

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  Howe had forbidden the meeting, but I did not feel that I could withdraw from it despite his command. I was too deeply involved.

  Shortly after I lay down I heard loud voices, and two men who gave the countersign passed the sentinel and entered the room where I lay. I had not put out the light, and I saw their faces distinctly. They were Hessians, and colonels, as I judged by their uniform. Now I always hated the sight of a Hessian, and when they told me that they wished to see Sir William Howe on important business, I ex- amined them long and critically, from their flushed faces down to their great jackboots, before I con- descended to answer.

  " Don't you hear us ? " exclaimed the younger with an oath and in bad English. " We wish to see Sir William Howe!"

  " Yes, I hear you," I said, " but I do not know that Sir William wishes to see you."

  " He himself is to be the judge of that," replied the elder, " and do you tell him that we are here."

  Their faces were sure proof that both men had been drinking, but evidently the potations of the younger had been the deeper. Otherwise even a Hessian would scarcely have dared to be so violent in manner. I told them that Sir William probably had retired, and on no account could they disturb him. They insisted in angry tones, but I would have stood by my refusal had not Sir William himself, who had heard the altercation, appeared, fully dressed, at the door, and bade them enter. I was about to retire, 120

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  but Sir William signed to me to stay, uiid I sat down in u chair near the window.

  It was merely a matter concerning the Hessian troops, a claim of the colonels that they had re- ceived an over-share of danger and an nnder-share of rations, while the British had been petted ; and I would not put down the narration of it here had it not produced an event that advanced me still further in the good graces of Sir William.

  Hessian soldiers in those days even ordinarily had but few manners, but when in liquor none at all. They seemed to presume, too, upon the widely re- ported fact that Sir William Howe waa fast losing credit with his government and might be supplanted at any time. They were accusing, even violent in their claims ; and the red flush appeared more than once upon the swarthy skin of Sir William's face. I wondered how he could restrain his anger, but he \,i» i -MMitiallj Belf-rwtnuued, and tn-ujh In- va» their commander he did not reply to them in kind. At last the younger man, Schwarzfelder was his name, denied outright and in an insulting manner some statement made by Sir William, and I rose at once. Sir William's eye met mine, and his look was in the affirmativ
e. I took the Hessian colonel, who in truth was staggering with drink, dragged him through the anteroom, and threw him into the street. This brought his comrade to his senses, and he apologized hastily both for himself and Colonel Schwarzfelder.

  " Deem yourself fortunate," said Sir William, sternly and with much dignity, " that you and 121

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  Colonel Schwarzfelder do not hear more of this. I am yet the commander-in-chief of his Majesty's forces in America, and I am not to be insulted by any of my subordinates, either here or elsewhere. Go back, sir, to your quarters at once and take your drunken comrade with you. Lieutenant Melville, I thank you again for your services."

  The officer retired in great confusion, and Sir William sent me back to the anteroom. I left him sitting at his table, looking thoughtful and gloomy.

  CHAPTER TEN The Fine Finish of a Play

  W1IKN I reached our room the next morning, I found Marcel just rising, though there were black lines under his eyes, from which I judged that his sleep had not been adequate to the demands of nature. Yet he seemed happy and contented. There waa upon his face no shadow, either of troubles past, present, or to come.

  " Ah, Philadelphia is a pleasant place, Robert my bold knight ! " he said. " I would that I could stay here long enough to exhaust its pleasures. It is seldom that I have met fellows of such wit, fancy and resource as Moore, Vivian, and the others. They have an abundance to eat here, cards with- out limit, beautiful women to look upon and ad- mire and dance with ; a theatre where they say the plays arc not bad, and upon the stage of which the beautiful Mary Desmond herself is to appear with honor and distinction, for she could not appear otherwise. Now tell me, out of the truth that is in your soul, Robert Chester, can life at Valley Forge compare with life in Philadelphia ? "