The Portygee Part 51
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"They are beginning to send them now, as you know by the papers, and we have had the tip that our turn will be soon. So--"
Captain Lote grasped the significance of the uncompleted sentence.
"I see, Al," he answered, "I see. Well, boy, I--I--Good luck."
"Good luck, Grandfather."
That was all, that and one more handclasp. Our Anglo-Saxon inheritance descends upon us in times like these. The captain was silent for most of the ride to the railroad station.
Then followed a long, significant interval during which there were no letters from the young soldier. After this a short rea.s.suring cablegram from "Somewhere in France." "Safe. Well," it read and Olive Snow carried it about with her, in the bosom of her gown, all that afternoon and put it upon retiring on her bureau top so that she might see it the first thing in the morning.
Another long interval, then letters, the rea.s.suring but so tantalizingly unsatisfactory letters we American families were, just at that time, beginning to receive. Reading the newspapers now had a personal interest, a terrifying, dreadful interest. Then the packing and sending of holiday boxes, over the contents of which Olive and Rachel spent much careful planning and anxious preparation. Then another interval of more letters, letters which hinted vaguely at big things just ahead.
Then no letter for more than a month.
And then, one noon, as Captain Zelotes returned to his desk after the walk from home and dinner, Laban Keeler came in and stood beside that desk.
The captain, looking up, saw the little bookkeeper's face. "What is it, Labe?" he asked, sharply.
Laban held a yellow envelope in his hand.
"It came while you were gone to dinner, Cap'n," he said. "Ben Kelley fetched it from the telegraph office himself. He--he said he didn't hardly want to take it to the house. He cal'lated you'd better have it here, to read to yourself, fust. That's what he said--yes, yes--that's what 'twas, Cap'n."
Slowly Captain Zelotes extended his hand for the envelope. He did not take his eyes from the bookkeeper's face.
"Ben--Ben, he told me what was in it, Cap'n Lote," faltered Laban. "I--I don't know what to say to you, I don't--no, no."
Without a word the captain took the envelope from Keeler's fingers, and tore it open. He read the words upon the form within.
Laban leaned forward.
"For the Lord sakes, Lote Snow," he cried, in a burst of agony, "why couldn't it have been some darn good-for-nothin' like me instead--instead of him? Oh, my G.o.d A'mighty, what a world this is! WHAT a world!"
Still Captain Zelotes said nothing. His eyes were fixed upon the yellow sheet of paper on the desk before him. After a long minute he spoke.
"Well," he said, very slowly, "well, Labe, there goes--there goes Z.
Snow and Company."
CHAPTER XIV
The telegram from the War Department was brief, as all such telegrams were perforce obliged to be. The Secretary of War, through his representative, regretted to inform Captain Zelotes Snow that Sergeant Albert Speranza had been killed in action upon a certain day. It was enough, however--for the time quite enough. It was not until later that the little group of South Harniss recovered sufficiently from the stunning effect of those few words to think of seeking particulars.
Albert was dead; what did it matter, then, to know how he died?
Olive bore the shock surprisingly well. Her husband's fears for her seemed quite unnecessary. The Captain, knowing how she had idolized her daughter's boy, had dreaded the effect which the news might have upon her. She was broken down by it, it is true, but she was quiet and brave--astonis.h.i.+ngly, wonderfully quiet and brave. And it was she, rather than her husband, who played the part of the comforter in those black hours.
"He's gone, Zelotes," she said. "It don't seem possible, I know, but he's gone. And he died doin' his duty, same as he would have wanted to die if he'd known 'twas comin', poor boy. So--so we must do ours, I suppose, and bear up under it the very best we can. It won't be very long, Zelotes," she added. "We're both gettin' old."
Captain Lote made no reply. He was standing by the window of the sitting-room looking out into the wet backyard across which the wind-driven rain was beating in stormy gusts.
"We must be brave, Zelotes," whispered Olive, tremulously. "He'd want us to be and we MUST be."
He put his arm about her in a sudden heat of admiration. "I'd be ashamed not to be after seein' you, Mother," he exclaimed.
He went out to the barn a few moments later and Rachel, entering the sitting-room, found Olive crumpled down in the big rocker in an agony of grief.
"Oh, don't, Mrs. Snow, don't," she begged, the tears streaming down her own cheeks. "You mustn't give way to it like this; you mustn't."
Olive nodded.
"I know it, I know it," she admitted, chokingly, wiping her eyes with a soaked handkerchief. "I shan't, Rachel, only this once, I promise you.
You see I can't. I just can't on Zelotes's account. I've got to bear up for his sake."
The housekeeper was surprised and a little indignant.
"For his sake!" she repeated. "For mercy sakes why for his sake? Is it any worse for him than 'tis for you."
"Oh, yes, yes, lots worse. He won't say much, of course, bein' Zelotes Snow, but you and I know how he's planned, especially these last years, and how he's begun to count on--on Albert... . No, no, I ain't goin'
to cry, Rachel, I ain't--I WON'T--but sayin' his name, you know, kind of--"
"I know, I know. Land sakes, DON'T I know! Ain't I doin' it myself?"
"Course you are, Rachel. But we mustn't when Zelotes is around. We women, we--well, times like these women HAVE to keep up. What would become of the men if we didn't?"
So she and Rachel "kept up" in public and when the captain was present, and he for his part made no show of grief nor asked for pity. He was silent, talked little and to the callers who came either at the house or office was uncomplaining.
"He died like a man," he told the Reverend Mr. Kendall when the latter called. "He took his chance, knowin' what that meant--"
"He was glad to take it," interrupted the minister. "Proud and glad to take it."
"Sartin. Why not? Wouldn't you or I have been glad to take ours, if we could?"
"Well, Captain Snow, I am glad to find you so resigned."
Captain Zelotes looked at him. "Resigned?" he repeated. "What do you mean by resigned? Not to sit around and whimper is one thing--any decent man or woman ought to be able to do that in these days; but if by bein'
resigned you mean I'm contented to have it so--well, you're mistaken, that's all."
Only on one occasion, and then to Laban Keeler, did he open his sh.e.l.l sufficiently to give a glimpse of what was inside. Laban entered the inner office that morning to find his employer sitting in the desk chair, both hands jammed in his trousers' pockets and his gaze fixed, apparently, upon the row of pigeon-holes. When the bookkeeper spoke to him he seemed to wake from a dream, for he started and looked up.
"Cap'n Lote," began Keeler, "I'm sorry to bother you, but that last carload of pine was--"
Captain Zelotes waved his hand, brus.h.i.+ng the carload of pine out of the conversation.
"Labe," he said, slowly, "did it seem to you that I was too hard on him?"
Laban did not understand. "Hard on him?" he repeated. "I don't know's I just get--"
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