The Red City Part 27
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XV
The weeks before Mrs. Swanwick's household returned to the city were for De Courval of the happiest. He was gathering again his former strength in the matchless weather of our late autumnal days. To take advantage of the re-awakened commerce and to return to work was, as Wynne urged, unwise for a month or more. The American politics of that stormy time were to the young n.o.ble of small moment, and the Terror, proclaimed in France in September on Barras's motion, followed by the queen's death, made all hope of change in his own land for the present out of the question.
With the pa.s.sing of the plague, Genet and his staff had come back; but for Rene to think of what he eagerly desired was only to be reminded of his own physical feebleness.
Meanwhile Genet's insolent demands went on, and the insulted cabinet was soon about to ask for his recall, when, as Schmidt hoped, Carteaux would also leave the country. The enthusiasm for the French republic was at first in no wise lessened by Genet's conduct, although his threat to appeal to the country against Was.h.i.+ngton called out at last a storm of indignation which no one of the minister's violations of law and of the courtesies of life had yet occasioned. At first it was held to be an invention of "black-hearted Anglican aristocrats," but when it came out in print, Genet was at once alarmed at the mischief he had made. He had seriously injured his Republican allies,--in fact, nearly ruined the party, said Madison,--for at no time in our history was Was.h.i.+ngton more venerated. The Democratic leaders begged men not to blame the newly founded republic, "so gloriously cemented with the blood of aristocrats," for the language of its insane envoy. The Federalists would have been entirely pleased, save that neither England nor France was dealing wisely with our commerce, now ruined by the exactions of privateers and s.h.i.+ps of war. Both parties wailed over this intolerable union of insult and injury; but always the President stood for peace, and, contemplating a treaty with England, was well aware how hopeless would be a contest on sea or land with the countries which, recklessly indifferent to international law, were ever tempting us to active measures of resentment. For De Courval the situation had, as it seemed, no personal interest. There has been some need, however, to remind my readers of events which were not without influence upon the fortunes of those with whom this story is concerned.
Schmidt was earnestly desirous that they should still remain in the country, and this for many reasons. De Courval and he would be the better for the cool autumn weather, and both were quickly gathering strength. Madame de Courval had rejoined them. The city was in mourning.
Whole families had been swept away. There were houses which no one owned, unclaimed estates, and men missing of whose deaths there was no record, while every day or two the little family of refugees heard of those dead among the middle cla.s.s or of poor acquaintances of whose fates they had hitherto learned nothing. Neither Schmidt nor Rene would talk of the horrors they had seen, and the subject was by tacit agreement altogether avoided.
Meanwhile they rode, walked, and fished in the Schuylkill. Schmidt went now and then to town on business, and soon, the fear of the plague quite at an end, party strife was resumed, and the game of politics began anew, while the city forgot the heroic few who had served it so well, and whom to-day history also has forgotten and no stone commemorates.
One afternoon Schmidt said to De Courval: "Come, let us have a longer walk!"
Margaret, eager to join them, would not ask it, and saw them go down the garden path toward the river. "Bring me some goldenrod, please," she called.
"Yes, with pleasure," cried De Courval at the gate, as he turned to look back, "if there be any left."
"Then asters," she called.
"A fair picture," said Schmidt, "the mother and daughter, the bud and the rose. You know the bluets folks hereabouts call the Quaker ladies,--oh, I spoke of this before,--pretty, but it sufficeth not. Some sweet vanity did contrive those Quaker garments."
It was in fact a fair picture. The girl stood, a gray figure in soft Eastern stuffs brought home by our s.h.i.+ps. One arm was about the mother's waist, and with the other she caught back the hair a playful breeze blew forward to caress the changeful roses of her cheek.
"I must get me a net, mother, such as the President wore one First Day at Christ Church."
"Thou must have been piously attending to thy prayers," returned Mrs.
Swanwick, smiling.
"Oh, but how could I help seeing?"
"It is to keep the powder off his velvet coat, my dear. When thou art powdered again, we must have a net."
"Oh, mother!" It was still a sore subject.
"I should like to have seen thee, child."
"Oh, the naughty mother! I shall tell of thee. Ah, here is a pin in sight. Let me hide it, mother."
The woman seen from the gate near-by was some forty-five years old, her hair a trifle gray under the high cap, the face just now merry, the gown of fine, gray linen cut to have shown the neck but for the soft, silken shawl crossed on the bosom and secured behind by a tie at the waist. A pin held it in place where it crossed, and other pins on the shoulders.
The gown had elbow sleeves, and she wore long, openwork thread glove mitts; for she was expecting Mistress Wynne and Josiah and was pleased in her own way to be at her best.
Schmidt, lingering, said: "It is the pins. They must needs be hid in the folds not to be seen. Ah, vanity has many disguises. It is only to be neat, thou seest, Rene, and not seem to be solicitous concerning appearances." Few things escaped the German.
They walked away, and as they went saw Mistress Gainor Wynne go by in her landau with Langstroth. "That is queer to be seen--the damsel in her seventies and uncle bulldog Josiah. He had a permanent ground rent on her hill estate as lasting as time, a matter of some ten pounds. They have enjoyed to fight over it for years. But just now there is peace.
Oh, she told me I was to hold my tongue. She drove to Gray Court, and what she did to the man I know not; but the rent is redeemed, and they are bent on mischief, the pair of them. As I was not to speak of it, I did not; but if you tell never shall I be forgiven." He threw his long bulk on the gra.s.s and laughed great laughter.
"But what is it?" said Rene.
"_Guter Himmel_, man! the innocent pair are gone to persuade the Pearl and the sweet mother sh.e.l.l--she that made it--to take that lottery prize. I would I could see them."
"But she will never, never do it," said Rene.
"No; for she has already done it."
"What, truly? _Vraiment!_"
"Yes. Is there not a G.o.d of laughter to whom I may pray? I have used up my stock of it. When Cicero came in one day, he fetched a letter to Stephen Girard from my Pearl. She had won her mother to consent, and Girard arranged it all, and, lo! the great prize of money is gone long ago to help the poor and the sick. Now the ministers of Princeton College may pray in peace. Laugh, young man!"
But he did not. "And she thought to do that?"
"Yes; but as yet none know. They will soon, I fear."
"But she took it, after all. What will Friends say?"
"She was read out of meeting long ago, disowned, and I do advise them to be careful how they talk to Madame of the girl. There is a not mild maternal tigress caged somewhere inside of the gentlewoman. 'Ware claws, if you are wise, Friend Waln!" De Courval laughed, and they went on their way again, for a long time silent.
At Flat Rock, above the swiftly flowing Schuylkill, they sat down, and Schmidt, saying, "At last the pipe tastes good," began to talk in the strain of joyous excitement which for him the beautiful in nature always evoked, when for a time his language became singular. "Ah, Rene, it is worth while to cross the ocean to see King Autumn die thus gloriously.
How peaceful is the time! They call this pause when regret doth make the great Reaper linger pitiful--they call it the Indian summer."
"And we, the summer of St. Martin."
"And we, in my homeland, have no name for it, or, rather, _Spatsommer_; but it is not as here. See how the loitering leaves, red and gold, rock in mid-air. A serene expectancy is in the lingering hours. It is as still as a dream of prayer that awaiteth answer. Listen, Rene, how the breeze is stirring the spruces, and hark, it is--ah, yes--the Angelus of evening."
His contemplative ways were familiar, and just now suited the young man's mood. "A pretty carpet," he said, "and what a gay fleet of colors on the water!"
"Yes, yes. There is no sorrow for me in the autumn here, but after comes the winter." His mood of a sudden changed. "Let us talk of another world, Rene--the world of men. I want to ask of you a question; nay, many questions." His tone changed as he spoke. "I may embarra.s.s you."
De Courval knew by this time that on one subject this might very well be the case. He said, however, "I do not know of anything, sir, which you may not freely ask me."
He was more at ease when Schmidt said, "We are in the strange position of being two men one of whom twice owes his life to the other."
"Ah, but you forget to consider what unending kindness I too owe--I, a stranger in a strange land; nor what your example, your society, have been to me."
"Thank you, Rene; I could gather more of good from you than you from me."
"Oh, sir!"
"Yes, yes; but all that I have said is but to lead up to the wide obligation to be frank with me."
"I shall be."
"When I was ill I babbled. I was sometimes half-conscious, and was as one man helplessly watching another on the rack telling about him things he had no mind to hear spoken."
"You wandered much, sir."
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