XII.

There was an unusual scene at the _matinée_ the following morning. When

Captain Ray relieved Captain Gregg as officer of the day, and the two

were visiting the guard-house and turning over prisoners, they came upon

the last name on the list,--Clancy,--and Gregg turned to his regimental

comrade and said,--

"No charges are preferred against Clancy, at least none as yet, Captain

Ray; but his company commander requests that he be held here until he

can talk over his case with the colonel."

"What's he in for?" demanded Captain Ray.

"Getting drunk and raising a row and beating his wife," answered Gregg;

whereat there was a titter among the soldiers.

"I never shtruck a woman in me life, sir," said poor Clancy.

"Silence, Clancy!" ordered the sergeant of the guard.

"No, I'm blessed if I believe that part of it, Clancy, drunk or no

drunk," said the new officer of the day.--"Take charge of him for the

present, sergeant." And away they went to the office.

Captain Rayner was in conversation with the commanding officer as they

entered, and the colonel was saying,--

"It is not the proper way to handle the case, captain. If he has been

guilty of drunkenness and disorderly conduct he should be brought to

trial at once."

"I admit that, sir; but the case is peculiar. It was Mrs. Clancy that

made all the noise. I feel sure that after he is perfectly sober I can

give him such a talking-to as will put a stop to this trouble."

"Very well, sir. I am willing to let company commanders experiment at

least once or twice on their theories, so you can try the scheme; but we

of the ----th have had some years of experience with the Clancys, and

were not a little amused when they turned up again in our midst as

accredited members of your company."

"Then, as I understand you, colonel, Clancy is not to be brought to

trial for this affair," suddenly spoke the post surgeon.

Everybody looked up in surprise. "Pills" was the last man, ordinarily,

to take a hand in the "shop talk" at the morning meetings.

"No, doctor. His captain thinks it unnecessary to prefer charges."

"So do I, sir; and, as I saw the man both before and after his

confinement last night, I do not think it was necessary to confine

him."

"The officer of the day says there was great disorder," said the

colonel, in surprise.

"Ay, sir, so there was; and the thing reminds me of the stories they

used to tell on the New York police. It looked to me as though all the

row was raised by Mrs. Clancy, as Captain Rayner says; but the man was

arrested. That being the case, I would ask the captain for what specific

offence he ordered Clancy to the guard-house."

Rayner again was pale as death. He glared at the doctor in amaze and

incredulity, while all the officers noted his agitation and were silent

in surprise. It was the colonel that came to the rescue:

"Captain Rayner had abundant reason, doctor. It was after taps, though

only just after, and, whether causing the trouble or not, the man is the

responsible party, not the woman. The captain was right in causing his

arrest."

Rayner looked up gratefully.

"I submit to your decision, sir," said the surgeon, "and I apologize for

anything I may have asked that was beyond my province. Now I wish to ask

a question for my own guidance."

"Go on, doctor."

"In case an enlisted man of this command desire to see an officer of his

company,--or any other officer, for that matter,--is it a violation of

any military regulation for him to go to his quarters for that purpose?"

Again was Rayner fearfully white and aged-looking. His lips moved as

though he would interrupt; but discipline prevailed.

"No, doctor; and yet we have certain customs of service to prevent the

men going at all manner of hours and on frivolous errands: a soldier

asks his first sergeant's permission first, and if denied by him, and he

have what he considers good reason, he can report the whole case."

"But suppose a man is not on company duty: must he hunt up his first

sergeant and ask permission to go and see some officer with whom he has

business?"

"Well, hardly, in that case."

"That's all, sir." And the doctor subsided.

Among all the officers, as the meeting adjourned, the question was,

"What do you suppose 'Pills' was driving at?"

There were two or three who knew. Captain Rayner went first to his

quarters, where he had a few moments' hurried consultation with his

wife; then they left the house together,--he to have a low-toned and

very stern talk to rather than with the abashed Clancy, who listened cap

in hand and with hanging head; she to visit the sick child of Mrs.

Flanigan, of Company K, whose quarters adjoined those to which the

Clancys had recently been assigned. When that Hibernian culprit returned

to his roof-tree, released from durance vile, he was surprised to

receive a kindly and sympathetic welcome from his captain's wife, who

with her own hand had mixed him some comforting drink and was planning

with Mrs. Clancy for their greater comfort. "If Clancy will only promise

to quit entirely!" interjected the partner of his joys and sorrows.

Later that day, when the doctor had a little talk with Clancy, the

ex-dragoon declared he was going to reform for all he was worth. He was

only a distress to everybody when he drank.

"All right, Clancy. And when you are perfectly yourself you can come and

see Lieutenant Hayne as soon as you like."

"Loot'nant Hayne is it, sir? Shure I'd be beggin' his pardon for the

vexation I gave him last night."

"But you have something you wanted to speak with him about. You said so

last night, Clancy," said the doctor, looking him squarely in the eye.

"Shure I was dhrunk, sir. I didn't mane it," he answered; but he shrank

and cowered.

The doctor turned and left him.

"If it's only when he's drunk that conscience pricks him and the truth

will out, then we must have him drunk again," quoth this unprincipled

practitioner.

That same afternoon Miss Travers found that a headache was the result of

confinement to an atmosphere somewhat heavily charged with electricity.

Mrs. Rayner seemed to bristle every time she approached her sister.

Possibly it was the heart, more than the head, that ached, but in either

case she needed relief from the exposed position she had occupied ever

since Kate's return from the Clancys' in the morning. She had been too

long under fire, and was wearied. Even the cheery visits of the garrison

gallants had proved of little avail, for Mrs. Rayner was in very ill

temper, and made snappish remarks to them which two of them resented and

speedily took themselves off. Later Miss Travers went to her room and

wrote a letter, and then the sunset gun shook the window, and twilight

settled down upon the still frozen earth. She bathed her heated

forehead and flushed cheeks, threw a warm cloak over her shoulders, and

came slowly down the stairs. Mrs. Rayner met her at the parlor door.

"Kate, I am going for a walk, and shall stop and see Mrs. Waldron."

"Quite an unnecessary piece of information. I saw him as well as you. He

has just gone there."

Miss Travers flushed hot with indignation:

"I have seen no one; and if you mean that Mr. Hayne has gone to Major

Waldron's, I shall not."

"No: I'd meet him on the walk: it would only be a trifle more public."

"You have no right to accuse me of the faintest expectation of meeting

him anywhere. I repeat, I had not thought of such a thing."

"You might just as well do it. You cannot make your antagonism to my

husband much more pointed than you have already. And as for meeting Mr.

Hayne, the only advice I presume to give now is that for your own sake

you keep your blushes under better control than you did the last time

you met--that I know of." And, with this triumphant insult as a parting

shot, Mrs. Rayner wheeled and marched off through the parlor.

What was a girl to do? Nellie Travers was not of the crying kind, and

was denied a vast amount of comfort in consequence. She stood a few

moments quivering under the lash of injustice and insult to which she

had been subjected. She longed for a breath of pure, fresh air; but

there would be no enjoyment even in that now. She needed sympathy and

help, if ever girl did, but where was she to find it? The women who most

attracted her and who would have warmly welcomed her at any time--the

women whom she would eagerly have gone to in her trouble--were

practically denied to her. Mrs. Rayner in her quarrel had declared war

against the cavalry, and Mrs. Stannard and Mrs. Ray, who had shown a

disposition to welcome Nellie warmly, were no longer callers at the

house. Mrs. Waldron, who was kind and motherly to the girl and loved to

have her with her, was so embarrassed by Mrs. Rayner's determined snubs

that she hardly knew how to treat the matter. She would no longer visit

Mrs. Rayner informally, as had been her custom, yet she wanted the girl

to come to her. If she went, Miss Travers well knew that on her return

to the house she would be received by a volley of sarcasms about her

preference for the society of people who were the avowed enemies of her

benefactors. If she remained in the house, it was to become in person

the target for her sister's undeserved sneers and censure. The situation

was becoming simply unbearable. Twice she began and twice she tore to

fragments the letter for which Mr. Van Antwerp was daily imploring, and

this evening she once more turned and slowly sought her room, threw off

her wraps, and took up her writing-desk. It was not yet dark. There was

still light enough for her purpose, if she went close to the window.

Every nerve was tingling with the sense of wrong and ignominy, every

throb of her heart but intensified the longing for relief from the

thraldom of her position. She saw only one path to lead her from such

crushing dependence. There was his last letter, received only that day,

urging, imploring her to leave Warrener forthwith. Mrs. Rayner had

declared to him her readiness to bring her East provided she would fix

an early date for the wedding. Was it not a future many a girl might

envy? Was he not tender, faithful, patient, devoted as man could be? Had

he not social position and competence? Was he not high-bred, courteous,

refined,--a gentleman in all his acts and words? Why could she not love

him, and be content? There on the desk lay a little scrap of note-paper;

there lay her pen; a dozen words only were necessary. One moment she

gazed longingly, wistfully, at the far-away, darkening heights of the

Rockies, watching the last rose-tinted gleams on the snowy peaks; then

with sudden impulse she seized her pen and drew the portfolio to the

window-seat. As she did so, a soldierly figure came briskly down the

walk; a pale, clear-cut face glanced up at her casement; a quick light

of recognition and pleasure flashed in his eyes; the little forage-cap

was raised with courteous grace, though the step never slackened, and

Miss Travers felt that her cheek, too, was flushing again, as Mr. Hayne

strode rapidly by. She stood there another moment, and then--it had

grown too dark to write.

When Mrs. Rayner, after calling twice from the bottom of the stairs,

finally went up into her room and impatiently pushed open the door, all

was darkness except the glimmer from the hearth:

"Nellie, where are you?"

"Here," answered Miss Travers, starting up from the sofa. "I think I

must have been asleep."

"Your head is hot as fire," said her sister, laying her firm white hand

upon the burning forehead. "I suppose you are going to be downright

ill, by way of diversion. Just understand one thing, Nellie: that doctor

does not come into my house."

"What doctor?--not that I want one," asked Miss Travers, wearily.

"Dr. Pease, the post surgeon, I mean. Of course you have heard how he is

mixing himself in my husband's affairs and making trouble with various

people."

"I have heard nothing, Kate."

"I don't wonder your friends are ashamed to tell you. Things have come

to a pretty pass, when officers are going around holding private

meetings with enlisted men!"

"I hardly know the doctor at all, Kate, and cannot imagine what affairs

of your husband's he can interfere with."

"It was he that put up Clancy to making the disturbance at Mr. Hayne's

last night and getting into the guard-house, and tried to prove that he

had a right to go there and that the captain had no right to arrest

him."

"Was Clancy trying to see Mr. Hayne?" asked Miss Travers, quickly.

"How should I know?" said her sister, pettishly. "He was drunk, and

probably didn't know what he was doing."

"And Captain Rayner arrested him for--for trying to see Mr. Hayne?"

"Captain Rayner arrested him for being drunk and creating a disturbance,

as it was his duty to arrest any soldier under such circumstances,"

replied her sister, with majestic wrath, "and I will not tolerate it

that you should criticise his conduct."

"I have made no criticism, Kate. I have simply made inquiry; but I have

learned what no one else could have made me believe."

"Nellie Travers, be careful what you say, or what you insinuate. What do

you mean?"

"I mean, Kate, that it is my belief that there is something at the

bottom of those stories of Clancy's strange talk when in the hospital. I

believe he thinks he knows something which would turn all suspicion from

Mr. Hayne to a totally different man. I believe that, for reasons which

I cannot fathom, you are determined Mr. Hayne shall not see him or hear

of it. It was you that sent Captain Rayner over there last night. Mrs.

Clancy came here at tattoo, and, from the time she left, you were at the

front door or window. You were the first to hear her cries, and came

running in to tell the captain to go at once. Kate, _why_ did you stand

there listening from the time she left the kitchen, unless you expected

to hear just what happened over there behind the company barracks?"

Mrs. Rayner would give no answer. Anger, rage, retaliation, all in turn

were pictured on her furious face, but died away before the calm and

unconquerable gaze in her sister's eyes. For the first time in her life

Kate Rayner realized that her "baby Nell" had the stronger will of the

two. For one instant she contemplated vengeance. A torrent of invective

leaped readily to her lips. "Outrage," "ingrate," "insult," were the

first three distinguishable epithets applied to her sister or her

sister's words; then, "See if Mr. Van Antwerp will tolerate such

conduct. I'll write this very day," was the impotent threat that

followed; and finally, utterly defeated, thoroughly convinced that she

was powerless against her sister's reckless love of "fair play at any

price," she felt that her wrath was giving way to dismay, and turned and

fled, lest Nellie should see the flag of surrender on her paling cheeks.