54-40 or Fight Part 8
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"Aunt Betty," said I, as I took her hand; "Aunt Betty, have we told you, Elisabeth and I?"
I saw Elisabeth straighten in perplexity, doubt or horror, but I went on.
"Yes, Elisabeth and I--"
"You _dear_ children!" gurgled Aunt Betty.
"Congratulate us both!" I demanded, and I put Elisabeth's hand, covered with my own, into the short and chubby fingers of that estimable lady.
Whenever Elisabeth attempted to open her lips I opened mine before, and I so overwhelmed dear Aunt Betty Jennings with protestations of my regard for her, my interest in her family, her other nieces, her chickens, her kittens, her home--I so quieted all her questions by a.s.sertions and demands and exclamations, and declarations that Mr.
Daniel Churchill had given his consent, that I swear for the moment even Elisabeth believed that what I had said was indeed true. At least, I can testify she made no formal denial, although the dimple was now frightened out of sight.
Admirable Aunt Betty Jennings! She forestalled every a.s.sertion I made, herself bubbling and blus.h.i.+ng in sheer delight. Nor did she lack in charity. Tapping me with her fan lightly, she exclaimed: "You rogue! I know that you two want to be alone; that is what you want. Now I am going away--just down the room. You will ride home with us after a time, I am sure?"
Adorable Aunt Betty Jennings! Elisabeth and I looked at her comfortable back for some moments before I turned, laughing, to look Elisabeth in the eyes.
"You had no right--" began she, her face growing pink.
"Every right!" said I, and managed to find a place for our two hands under cover of the wide flounces of her figured lawn as we stood, both blus.h.i.+ng. "I have every right. I have truly just seen your father. I have just come from him."
She looked at me intently, glowingly, happily.
"I could not wait any longer," I went on. "Within a week I am going to have an office of my own. Let us wait no longer. I have waited long enough. Now--"
I babbled on, and she listened. It was strange place enough for a betrothal, but there at least I said the words which bound me; and in the look Elisabeth gave me I saw her answer. Her eyes were wide and straight and solemn. She did not smile.
As we stood, with small opportunity and perhaps less inclination for much conversation, my eyes chanced to turn toward the main entrance door of the East Room. I saw, pus.h.i.+ng through, a certain page, a young boy of good family, who was employed by Mr. Calhoun as messenger. He knew me perfectly well, as he did almost every one else in Was.h.i.+ngton, and with precocious intelligence his gaze picked me out in all that throng.
"Is that for me?" I asked, as he extended his missive.
"Yes," he nodded. "Mr. Calhoun told me to find you and to give you this at once."
I turned to Elisabeth. "If you will pardon me?" I said. She made way for me to pa.s.s to a curtained window, and there, turning my back and using such secrecy as I could, I broke the seal.
The message was brief. To be equally brief I may say simply that it asked me to be ready to start for Canada that night on business connected with the Department of State! Of reasons or explanations it gave none.
I turned to Elisabeth and held out the message from my chief. She looked at it. Her eyes widened. "Nicholas!" she exclaimed.
I looked at her in silence for a moment. "Elisabeth," I said at last, "I have been gone on this sort of business long enough. What do you say to this? Shall I decline to go? It means my resignation at once."
I hesitated. The heart of the nation and the nation's life were about me. Our state, such as it was, lay there in that room, and with it our problems, our duties, our dangers. I knew, better than most, that there were real dangers before this nation at that very hour. I was a lover, yet none the less I was an American. At once a sudden plan came into my mind.
"Elisabeth," said I, turning to her swiftly, "I will agree to nothing which will send me away from you again. Listen, then--" I raised a hand as she would have spoken. "Go home with your Aunt Betty as soon as you can. Tell your father that to-night at six I shall be there. Be ready!"
"What do you mean?" she panted. I saw her throat flutter.
"I mean that we must be married to-night before I go. Before eight o'clock I must be on the train."
"When will you be back?" she whispered.
"How can I tell? When I go, my wife shall wait there at Elmhurst, instead of my sweetheart."
She turned away from me, contemplative. She, too, was young. Ardor appealed to her. Life stood before her, beckoning, as to me. What could the girl do or say?
I placed her hand on my arm. We started toward the door, intending to pick up Aunt Jennings on our way. As we advanced, a group before us broke apart. I stood aside to make way for a gentleman whom I did not recognize. On his arm there leaned a woman, a beautiful woman, clad in a costume of flounced and rippling velvet of a royal blue which made her the most striking figure in the great room. Hers was a personality not easily to be overlooked in any company, her face one not readily to be equalled. It was the Baroness Helena von Ritz!
We met face to face. I presume it would have been too much to ask even of her to suppress the sudden flash of recognition which she showed. At first she did not see that I was accompanied. She bent to me, as though to adjust her gown, and, without a change in the expression of her face, spoke to me in an undertone no one else could hear.
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"Wait!" she murmured. "There is to be a meeting--" She had time for no more as she swept by.
Alas, that mere moments should spell ruin as well as happiness! This new woman whom I had wooed and found, this new Elisabeth whose hand lay on my arm, saw what no one else would have seen--that little flash of recognition on the face of Helena von Ritz! She heard a whisper pa.s.s.
Moreover, with a woman's uncanny facility in detail, she took in every item of the other's costume. For myself, I could see nothing of that costume now save one object--a barbaric brooch of double sh.e.l.ls and beaded fastenings, which clasped the light laces at her throat.
The baroness had perhaps slept as little as I the night before. If I showed the ravages of loss of sleep no more than she, I was fortunate.
She was radiant, as she pa.s.sed forward with her escort for place in the line which had not yet dwindled away.
"You seem to know that lady," said Elisabeth to me gently.
"Did I so seem?" I answered. "It is professional of all to smile in the East Room at a reception," said I.
"Then you do not know the lady?"
"Indeed, no. Why should I, my dear girl?" Ah, how hot my face was!
"I do not know," said Elisabeth. "Only, in a way she resembles a certain lady of whom we have heard rather more than enough here in Was.h.i.+ngton."
"Put aside silly gossip, Elisabeth," I said. "And, please, do not quarrel with me, now that I am so happy. To-night--"
"Nicholas," she said, leaning just a little forward and locking her hands more deeply in my arm, "don't you know you were telling me one time about the little brooch you were going to bring me--an Indian thing--you said it should be my--my wedding present? Don't you remember that? Now, I was thinking--"
I stood blus.h.i.+ng red as though detected in the utmost villainy. And the girl at my side saw that written on my face which now, within the very moment, it had become her _right_ to question! I turned to her suddenly.
"Elisabeth," said I, "you shall have your little brooch to-night, if you will promise me now to be ready and waiting for me at six. I will have the license."
It seemed to me that this new self of Elisabeth's--warmer, yielding, adorable--was slowly going away from me again, and that her old self, none the less sweet, none the less alluring, but more logical and questioning, had taken its old place again. She put both her hands on my arm now and looked me fairly in the face, where the color still proclaimed some sort of guilt on my part, although my heart was clean and innocent as hers.
"Nicholas," she said, "come to-night. Bring me my little jewel--and bring--"
"The minister! If I do that, Elisabeth, you will marry me then?"
"Yes!" she whispered softly.
Amid all the din and babble of that motley throng I heard the word, low as it was. I have never heard a voice like Elisabeth's.
An instant later, I knew not quite how, her hand was away from my arm, in that of Aunt Betty, and they were pa.s.sing toward the main door, leaving me standing with joy and doubt mingled in my mind.
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