Sonnie-Boy's People Part 14
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"Not really expecting. My home is a thousand miles from here, and my pay won't allow of my family travelling around everywhere to meet me. But I like to dream of rosy possibilities, don't you?"
A cool night breeze was blowing. Wickett bared his head to it. Presently he began to hum:
"And it's O you little baby boy A-dancing on my knee-- Will it be a belted charger Or a heaving deck to sea?
Is't to be the serried pennants Or the rolling blue Na-vee?
Or is't to be----"
He turned to Carlin. "When I hear myself singing that, in my own quarters ash.o.r.e, then I'm home--and not before."
He set to humming softly again:
"And it's O you little baby girl Athwart your mother's lap----"
Suddenly he asked: "Were you ever away from home sixteen months?"
Carlin emphatically shook his head. "No, _sir_. A year once. And I don't want to be that long away again. Were you--before this cruise?"
"Five years one time."
"F-i-i-ve! Whee-eee! Pretty tough that."
"Tough? More--inhuman. A man can get fat on war, but five years from your family--!" He raised his face to the stars and whoofed his despair of it.
"My year away from home," said Carlin, though not immediately, "was in the Philippines--where I first met you--remember? The night you landed from the little tug you were in command of and a bunch of us--war correspondents we called ourselves--were gathered around a big fire."
Wickett nodded. "I remember. And pretty blue was I?"
"Not at first. I thought you were the most care-free kid I'd met in months as you sat there telling about the funny things that had happened you and your little war tugboat. But towards morning, with only the two of us awake, I remember you as possibly the most melancholy young naval officer I'd ever met. You started to tell what a tough life the navy was for the home-loving officer or man, and I had a special reason for being interested in that. I had--I still have--a nephew with his eye on Annapolis. But just then reveille blew the camp awake and you went back to your tugboat."
Wickett smiled, though not too buoyantly, as he said: "Well, on my next cruise to the East I could have added a chapter to the story I might have told you by that overnight camp-fire. And I will now--but wait."
A s.h.i.+p's messenger was saluting the officer of the deck. "Taps, sir."
"Tell the bugler to sound taps," was the brisk command.
The s.h.i.+p's bugler had already taken position, heels together and facing seaward, in the superstructure bulkhead doorway. Looking straight down, Wickett and Carlin could see him, as, shoulders lifting and blouse expanding, he put his lungs into the call. From other s.h.i.+ps, as he called, it was coming also--the long-noted, melancholy good night of the war legions.
When the last lingering note drooped out, only one s.h.i.+p, and she a far-away one, remained; but from her, finally, on the wings of the night breeze, the last notes drifted--gently, sweetly, lonesomely, to them.
"What was keeping me walking the deck or sitting up around camp-fires nights in the Philippines wasn't Filipinos," began Wickett. "I'd been in the East a year that time we met, and I put in another year on top of that in China. A terrible two years. But even two years in the East with your heart at home must have an ending. After all, the earth can only revolve so many days in one year, though at times I used to believe she'd quit revolving altogether, had stopped dead, was only marking time--'specially nights--and that the astronomical sharps weren't on to her changes. However, at last she'd rolled her sun up and her sun down the necessary seven hundred and odd times and I was headed for home.
"I went out a middy and came back an ensign--which is very important. An ensign may not rate many high rights in the service, but he does rate a leave of absence. And when my leave came I flew across the bay to the fort, where Colonel Blenner--Doris's father--was commandant. And on the way over I had a thousand visions, dreams, hopes, with of course a million misgivings, fears, doubts, and so on.
"When I met her I set it down right away that my misgivings had come true. A fleet of young artillery officers were manoeuvring within sh.e.l.ling range of her, and while I didn't expect her to bound half-way across the drill-ground and throw her arms around my neck, or anything like that, because she never had bounded down and thrown her arms around my neck, and wasn't the bounding-down-and-throwing-her-arms-around-your-neck sort of a girl anyway; but what I did sort of hope for was that after a polite little interval she'd turn the red-caped chaps adrift and say, 'Come on, d.i.c.k, let's sit down here in the corner by ourselves and have a good talk,'
and perhaps later, before the evening got too old, go for a stroll on the long walk, same as she used to.
"But she didn't turn any of them loose. She kept them all about her while she drew me into the middle of them. But poor me! I'd had no service at all in the civilized ports and hadn't seen more than a dozen white women in the whole two years I'd been gone, and of that dozen had spoken to only three, while as for these artillery chaps--! They made me feel like a six-pound sh.e.l.l in a big turret magazine. Any one of them could talk the eye out of my head the best day I'd ever seen. And the day I came back to her wasn't the best day I'd ever seen--not for talking purposes. I looked at and listened to them, and kept saying to myself: 'I wonder if they realize what a lucky lot they are to be able to stay all the time around where civilized women live?' But I don't believe they did. They took everything as if 'twas no more than small-arms ammunition was being served out to them.
"In my room in the hotel that night I began to chart a few new courses for myself. Before I left for the East Doris was terribly young and there'd been no other war heroes hanging around. She and her mother were then living in a quiet hotel near my house while her father was off on some board mission in the West. But now it wasn't any isolated little country hotel. It was post quarters, with her father the commandant, and a parade of young army officers in and out of those quarters, with squadrons of two and three-stripers steaming over pretty regularly from the navy-yard across the bay. And she was two years older--a terrible advance, eighteen to twenty, and I'd been two years gone.
"You said a while ago, Carlin, 'What a kid you are!' and perhaps I am, though I think I'm an old, old party myself; but about the time I came back from the East that first time I must have been a good deal of a kid. I know now I was. That first night at the hotel, after I'd been to the fort all day, I talked to myself in good shape. And I wound up by saying: 'Well, what do you care? There are forty nice girls between this hotel and the post.' But there weren't forty. There were a hundred, as far as that went, but there was only one that I wanted to see coming over the side of my s.h.i.+p, and next day when I went to see that one again I set out to win her. And I'm not going to give you any history of the courts.h.i.+p of Doris. I couldn't tell it right if I wanted to, and I don't want to--it's our own private story, but she wasn't trifling when she told me she'd never forget me before I went East. In a week it all came back, and once more we were walking under tall pines and sailing in a beautiful bay. In another week it was as when I left her--I had hopes.
"And then came the morning of the last day of my leave, and as an ensign doesn't rate any sh.o.r.e duty I knew that next day it would have to be back to my s.h.i.+p for me; though that same s.h.i.+p being slated for a neighborly berth with the North Atlantic fleet, I didn't feel too discouraged. I'd be within wireless distance at least. But I did not want to go without a promise. The night before I couldn't get two minutes together with her--there being a reception in her father's quarters to somebody or other--but when I was leaving for the night she had said yes, she'd come sailing with me in the morning after breakfast.
And I left the hotel at sunrise and went down to the boat-landing to overhaul the hotel's little twenty-one-footer to make sure everything would be all ready for our sail after breakfast.
"I went through the post grounds to get sight of her window in pa.s.sing, and there she was--all dressed, and looking out across the bay from their veranda. 'I was just wondering if you, too, would be up early this morning, d.i.c.k,' she said. 'Do you think it is going to storm?' And I told her no, and if it did, what matter? And without waiting until after breakfast we went off for our young cruise in the bay.
"I was half hoping it would storm, so I could show her what I could do with that little boat. But there was no storm or anything like it. There did come a squall of wind and I let it come, wearing the boat around, and letting the main-sheet run. And she zizzed. And I let her zizz.
Nothing could happen. She was one of those little craft with a lead keel that you couldn't capsize, which I explained to Doris, while down on her side the little thing was tearing a white path in the blue water. But Doris's people had been always army people, and she hadn't much faith in floating contraptions. She clung closer to me; and the two of us sitting together and nothing to do but watch the boat go, why--well, we sat together and let her go.
"The breeze died down until there wasn't enough of it to be called a breeze, but that was no matter. We were still sitting close together and while we sat so, I found courage to tell her what had been flooding my heart through all those nights and days in Eastern waters. And we came back to breakfast engaged. And after breakfast--" Wickett unexpectedly turned to Carlin and said, half shyly: "I suppose you still think I'm a good deal of a kid to be telling you all this?"
Carlin nodded in serene agreement. "I always thought you were a good deal of a kid. I hope you always will be. G.o.d save me from the man who isn't still a good deal of a kid at thirty. What did you do after breakfast?"
"After breakfast I went up to see Colonel Blenner, and found him on his veranda smoking his after-breakfast cigar before he went over to guard-mount. He was genial as ever; except that he put his foot down on an engagement. 'An engagement means a marriage, or should,' he says, 'and how can you marry on an ensign's pay? You with your mess bills and other expenses aboard s.h.i.+p, and Doris with her quarters ash.o.r.e--you would never meet your bills.'
"I agreed with him, but also argued with him, and shook him some, but could not quite upset him. I left him to run back to the hotel to throw my things together. And there I found a new complication--orders were waiting me. I was to be detached from my s.h.i.+p and to take command of the gunboat _Bayport_--and a rust-eaten old kettle of a _Bayport_ she was, famous for her disabilities; and I was to sail for Manila next morning at eight o'clock. Manila! Another jolt. I sat down and thought it out.
"And when I got talking to myself again, I said: 'Doris Blenner, you're a great girl--the best ever; but you're not superhuman. No man has a right to expect a girl to be that. You're too lovable, too human, Doris, to be the superhuman kind. I'll be away in the East Lord knows how long--another two years perhaps--and there's all those army chaps always on the job. We'll just have to be married, that's all there is to that, before I leave.'
"I was back to the post in time to join a riding-party after lunch. It was no use my trying to see her alone riding. But after the ride we slipped out onto the ramparts of the fort, and there, the pair of us sitting hand in hand and a sentry a dozen paces away trying not to see and hear us, I told her of my orders and then entered my new plea. 'All for myself, Doris,' I told her. By that time the sun was low behind us and throwing our two shadows onto where the water of the bay came gurgling up against the walls of the fort, and looking down on our shadows from the fort walls, she said at last she would marry me before I left, if papa agreed--and glad one minute and sad the next, we walked back in the twilight.
"Colors had sounded when we got back, and the colonel was dressing for dinner; but after dinner I took him out for a walk. Three laps we made around the drill-ground and then, halting him under the clump of willows down by the outer walls, I plumped it at him--what it meant to be away for months and years from your own people.
"And he heard me through, and said: 'Why, that's part of the hards.h.i.+p, Richard, in both arms of the service. In my day, Richard----"
"'Pardon, Colonel,' I b.u.t.ted in, 'pardon me, Colonel, but in your day the army people never left the country. Even when you were fighting Indians on the frontier, after all it was only the frontier and never more than a couple of thousand miles at the most to get back home. And when you were through campaigning and back in garrison, your people could come to see you. But twelve thousand miles! It isn't as if a man's within telephone call then. And when you're not to see your people for that length of time, there's danger.'
"'Danger?' He stiffens up and takes a peek at me.
"'Danger, yes sir,' I said. 'I've been out there in the islands, in a tugboat with her engines broken down and she drifting onto a beach where four hundred squatting Moros with Remington rifles were waiting hopefully for us to come ash.o.r.e. Four hundred of them and five of us all told. But that's not danger, sir,' I hurries on, 'of the kind to scare a man, though it did sicken me to think I'd never see Doris again, and that perhaps it would shock her when she heard of it. But otherwise, sir, that's no danger. But when a young officer goes a thousand miles up a Chinese river in command of a gunboat, as I was this last time--gone for months on it--and being commander was everywhere received as the representative of a great country by all the governors and topside mandarins along the route. And they haven't our idea of things--a lot of things that seem wrong to us seem all right to them. They mean no harm.
They intend only to be courteous and complimentary, and so they strew a fellow's path with the flowers of ease and pleasure--if he forgets himself, there's danger, Colonel,' I said. 'I sail at eight in the morning, sir. I'm to be gone I don't know how long, perhaps another two years, and--Colonel--I want a home anchor.'
"He said no word till he had finished his cigar. When he does he drops it at his feet, steps on it to put out the light, and says: 'A good argument for yourself, Richard, but what of Doris?'
"'Doris has probably done a lot of thinking in the matter, sir. Why not leave it to Doris, sir?'
"'Of course,' he said, dry as powder, 'Doris would be disinterested in this case!'
"'Then leave it to her mother, sir.'
"'I see neither logic nor prudence in your argument, Richard,' he answers at last, 'but I will leave it to her mother.' And when he said that, I knew I had won; for, without her ever telling me, I knew her mother was with us. If I had told him that, I would only have been telling what he already guessed, as he told me that same night, later.
"Anyway, after a minute with Doris and her mother, I jumped over to the hotel, and from the side of a most billowy waltz partner I detached Shorty Erroll to get the ring and the smaller stores for a proper wedding, and then I went out to bespeak my own s.h.i.+p's chaplain. I found him lying in his bunk in his pajamas with a History of the Tunisian Wars balanced on his chest and a wall-light just back of his head, and he says: 'Why surely, d.i.c.k,' when I told him, but added: 'Though that old sieve of a _Bayport_, I doubt will you ever get her as far as Manila,'
after which, carefully inserting a book-mark into the Tunisians, he glides into his uniform and comes ash.o.r.e with me.
"And without Doris even changing her dress we were married--in the colonel's quarters, with every officer and every member of every officer's family on the reservation--even the children--standing by. And the women said, 'How distressing, Mr. Wickett, to have to leave in the morning!' and the men said, 'Tough luck, d.i.c.k'--and be sure I thought it was tough luck, and it would have been tough luck only by this time the entire post had got busy and got word to Was.h.i.+ngton, and at eleven o'clock, while we were still at the wedding-supper, word came to delay the sailing of the gunboat for twenty-four hours. And that was followed by a telegraphic order next morning to haul the _Bayport_ into dry dock and overhaul her."
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