Hugh Wynne, Free Quaker Part 41
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"No, of course not. How should I, and I in a dead faint? Mr. Andre told me next day he thought that dreadful rebel, Mr. McLane, saved your life when he was mean enough, just in the middle of that beautiful ball, to set fire to something. At first we took it for the fireworks. But tell me about Miss Gainor's girl-boy--our own dear Jack."
"He can still blush to beat Miss Franks, and he still believes me to be a great man, and--but you do not want to hear about battles."
"Do I not, indeed! I should like to see Mr. Jack in a battle; I cannot imagine him hurting a fly."
"The last I saw, at Germantown, of Jack, he was raging in a furious mob of redcoats, with no hat, and that sword my aunt presented cutting and parrying. I gave him up for lost, but he never got a scratch. I like him best in camp with starving, half-naked men. I have seen him give his last loaf away. You should hear Mr. Hamilton--that is his Excellency's aide--talk of Jack; how like a tender woman he was among men who were sick and starving. Hamilton told me how once, when Jack said prayers beside a dying soldier and some fellow laughed,--men get hard in war,--our old Quaker friend Colonel Forest would have had the beast out and shot him, if the fool had not gone to Jack and said he was sorry.
Every one loves the man, and no wonder."
"He is fortunate in his friend, Mr. Wynne. Men do not often talk thus of one another. I have heard him say as much or more of you. Mistress Wynne says it is a love-affair. Are men's friends.h.i.+ps or women's the best, I wonder?" I said that was a question beyond me, and went on to tell her that I should be in town but a few days, and must join my regiment as soon as General Arnold could do without us, which I believed would be within a week.
She was as serious as need be now, asking intelligent questions as to the movements of the armies and the chances of peace. I had to show her why we lost the fight at Germantown, and then explain that but for the fog we should have won it, which now I doubt.
Mr. Andre had told her that it was because of our long rifles that the enemy lost so many officers, picked off out of range of musket, and did I think this was true? It seemed to her unfair and like murder.
I thought she might be thinking of my cousin's chances, for here, after a pause, she rose suddenly and said it was late and that the strawberry jam must be cool, or the discussion over it hot, to keep Mrs. p.e.n.i.ston so long. My aunt would have had me stay for further talk, but I said I was tired, and went away home feeling that the day had been full enough for me.
A little later, one afternoon in this June, I found my aunt seated so deep in thought that I asked her the cause.
"Presently," she said. "I have meant to tell you, but I have delayed; I have delayed. Now you must know." Here she rose and began to stride restlessly among the furniture, walking to and fro with apparent disregard of the china G.o.ds and Delft cows. She reminded me once more of my father in his better days. Her hands were clasped behind her, which is, I think, a rare att.i.tude with women. Her large head, crowned with a great coil of gray hair which seemed to suit its ma.s.sive build, was bent forward as if in thought.
"What is it, Aunt Gainor?"
She did not pause in her walk or look up, and only motioned me to a seat, saying, "Sit down. I must think; I must think."
It was unlike her. Generally, no matter how serious the thing on her mind, she was apt to come at it through some trivial chat; but now her long absence of speech troubled me.
I sat at least ten minutes, and then, uneasy, said, "Aunt Gainor, is it Darthea?"
"No, you fool!" And she went on her wandering way among the crackled G.o.ds. "Now I will talk, Hugh, and do not interrupt me. You always do;"
but, as Jack Warder says, no one ever did successfully interrupt Miss Wynne except Miss Wynne.
She sat down, crossed one leg over the other, as men do when alone with men, and went on, as I recall it, to this effect, and quite in her ordinary manner: "When the British were still here, late in May I had a note through the lines from Mr. Warder as to the confusion in my house, and some other matters. He got for me a pa.s.s to come in and attend to these things. I stayed three days with Mrs. p.e.n.i.ston and Darthea. While here the second day I was bid to sup at Parson d.u.c.h.e's, and though I hated the lot of them, I had had no news nor so much as a game of cards for an age, and so I went. Now don't grin at me.
"When I was to leave no coach came, as I had ordered, and no chair, either. There was Mrs. Ferguson had set up a chaise. She must offer me to be set down at home. I said my two legs were as good as her horses', and one of them--I mean of hers--has a fine spavin; as to Mrs.
Mischief's own legs, they are so thin her garters will not stay above her ankles.
"I walked from Third street over Society Hill, thinking to see your father, and to find a big stick for company across the bridges."
She was given to going at night where she had need to go, with a great stick for privateersmen, the vagabond, drunken Hessians, and other street pirates. I can see her now, shod with goloe-shoes against mud or snow, with her manlike walk and independent air, quite too formidable to suggest attack.
"I went in at the back way," she continued; "not a servant about but Tom, sound asleep at the kitchen fire. I went by him, and from the hall saw your father, also in deep slumber in his arm-chair. I got me a candle and went upstairs to look how things were. The house was in vile disorder, and dirty past belief. As to your own chamber, where that scamp Arthur slept, it was--well, no matter.
"As I went downstairs and into the back dining-room I heard the latch of the hall door rattle. 'Is it Arthur?' thought I; and of no mind to see him, I sat down and put out my candle, meaning to wait till he was come in, and then to slip out the back way. The next moment I heard Arthur's voice and your father's. Both doors into the front room were wide open, and down I sat quietly, with a good mind to hear. It is well I did. I suppose you would have marched in and said, 'Take care how you talk; I am listening.' Very fine, sir. But this was an enemy. You lie, cheat, spy, steal, and murder in war. How was I worse than you?"
"But, dear Aunt Gainor--"
"Don't interrupt me, sir. I sat still as a mouse." My aunt as a mouse tickled my fancy. There may be such in my friend Mr. Swift's Brobdingnag.
"I listened. Master Wynne is pleasant, and has had a trifle too much of Mr. Somebody's Madeira. He is affectionate, and your father sits up, and, as Dr. Rush tells me, is clear of head after his sleep, or at least for a time.
"My gentleman says, 'I may have to leave you soon, my dear cousin. I want to talk to you a little. Is there any one in the back room?' As there is no one, he goes on, and asks his cousin to tell him about the t.i.tle to Wyncote as he had promised. His brother was ill and uneasy, and it was all they had, and it was a poor thing after all. Your father roused up, and seemed to me to fully understand all that followed. He said how fond he was of Arthur, and how much he wished it was he who was to have the old place. Arthur replied that it was only in his father's interest he spoke.
"Then they talked on, and the amount of it was pretty much this. How many lies Arthur got into the talk the Lord--or the devil--knows!
This was what I gathered: Your grandfather Hugh, under stress of circ.u.mstances, as you know, was let out of Shrewsbury jail with some understanding that he was to sell his estate to his brother, who had no scruples as to t.i.thes, and to go away to Pennsylvania. This I knew, but it seems that this brother William was a Wynne of the best, and, as is supposed, sold back the estate privately to Hugh for a trifle, so that at any time the elder brother could reclaim his home. What became of the second deed thus made was what Arthur wanted to know.
"Your father must have it somewhere, Hugh. Now says Arthur, 'We are poor, cousin; the place is heavily enc.u.mbered; some coal has been found.
It is desirable to sell parts of the estate; how honestly can my father make a t.i.tle?' Your great-uncle William died, as we know, Hugh, and the next brother's son, who was Owen and is Arthur's father, had a long minority. When he got the place, being come of age, some memoranda of the transaction turned up. It was not a rare one in older Roundhead days. Nothing was done, and time ran on. Now the occupant is getting on in years, and as his second son Arthur is ordered hither on service, it was thought as well that he should make inquiry. The older squires had some vague tradition about it. It was become worth while, as I inferred, to clear the business, or at need to effect a compromise. Half of this I heard, and the rest I got by thinking it over. Am I plain, Hugh?"
She was, as usual. "Your father surprised me. He spoke out in his old deliberate way. He said the deed--some such deed--was among his father's papers; he had seen it long ago. He did not want the place. He was old and had enough, and it should be settled to Master Arthur's liking.
"Your cousin then said some few words about you. I did not hear what, but your father at once broke out in a fierce voice, and cried, 'It is too true!' Well, Hugh," she went on, "it is of no use to make things worse between you."
"No," I said; "do not tell me. Was that all?"
"Not quite. Master Arthur is to have the deed if ever it be found, and with your father's and your grandfather's methodical ways, that is pretty sure to happen."
"I do not care much, Aunt Gainor, except that--"
"I know," she cried; "anybody else might have it, but not Arthur."
"Yes; unless Darthea--"
"I understand, sir; and now I see it all. The elder brother will die.
The father is old, the estate valuable, and this lying scamp with his winning ways will be master of Wyncote, and with a clear t.i.tle if your father is able to bring it about. He can, Hugh, unless--"
"What, aunt?"
"Unless you intervene on account of my brother's mental state."
"That I will never do! Never!"
"Then you will lose it."
"Yes; it must go. I care but little, aunt."
"But I do, sir. You are Wynne of Wyncote."
I smiled, and made no reply.
"The man stayed awhile longer, but your father after that soon talked at random, and addressed Arthur as Mr. Montresor. I doubt if he remembered a word of it the day after. When he left and went upstairs your father fell into sleep again. I went away home alone, and the day after to the Hill Farm."
"It is a strange story," I said. "And did he get the deed before the army left?"
My aunt thought not. "Mason says all the papers are at the counting-house, and that up to this time your father has made no special search. It was but two weeks or less before they left town."
It was a simple way to trap an over-cunning man, and it much amused me, who did not take the deed and estate matter to heart as did my aunt.
When she said, "We must find it," I could but say that it was my father's business, and could wait; so far, at least, as I was concerned, I would do nothing. Of course I told it all to Jack when next we met.
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