THE HATCHET BURIED
For a few minutes there was silence in the room; silence so profound
that every sound of the street was clearly heard. Even the shutting of
the Sheriff’s door in the room below was distinct.
The first to speak was Colonel Ogilvie. Athlyne, who would have liked
to break the silence refrained through prudence; he feared that were
he to speak before Colonel Ogilvie did, that easily-irate gentleman
might take offence. He knew that this might be disastrous, for it
would renew the old strife in an acute form; as it was, there were
distinct indications of coming peace. Joy, and Joy alone, was to be
thought of now. By this time Athlyne was beginning to get the measure
of Colonel Ogilvie’s foot. He realised that the dictatorial,
vindictive, blood-thirsty old man would perhaps do much if left to
himself; but that if hindered or thwarted or opposed in any way his
pride or his vanity--and they were united in him--would force him to
keep his position at any cost.
“Well, sir?” The tone was so peremptory and so “superior” that any man
to whom it had been used might well have taken offence; but Athlyne
was already schooled to bear, and moreover the statement made by the
Sheriff filled his heart with such gladness that he felt that he could
bear anything. As Joy was now his wife he _could_ not quarrel with her
father--nor receive any quarrel from him. Still, all the same, he felt
that he must support and maintain his own independent position; such
would be the best road to ultimate peace. Moreover, he had his own
pride; and as he had already made up his mind to die if need be for
Joy’s sake, he could not go back on that resolution without seeming to
be disloyal to her. There would--could--be no hiding anything from her
as she had already heard the whole of the quarrel and of his
acquiescence to her father’s challenge. No one, however, would have
thought he had any quarrel who heard his reply, spoken in exquisitely
modulated accents of respect:
“Need I say, Colonel Ogilvie, that I am equally proud and happy in
finding myself allied with your House by my marriage with your
daughter. For, sir, I love her with all my soul, as well as with all
my heart and mind. She is to me the sweetest, dearest and best thing
in all the universe. I am proud of her and respect her as much as I
love her; and to you, her father, I hope I may say that I bless--and
shall ever bless for so long as I live--the day that I could call her
mine.” As he spoke, Joy’s hand on his arm, which had trembled at the
beginning, now gripped him hard and firmly. Turning his eyes to hers
he saw in them a look of adoration which made his heart leap and his
blood seem on fire. The beautiful eyes fell for an instant as a red
tide swept her face and neck; but in an instant more they were raised
to his eyes and hung there, beaming with pride and love and happiness.
This nerved and softened him at once, to even a gentler feeling
towards the old man; those lovely eyes had always looked trustingly
and lovingly into her father’s, and he would never disturb--so he
vowed to himself--if he could avoid it by any sacrifice on his part,
such filial and parental affection. And so, with gentler voice and
softened mien, he went on speaking.
“Now I must ask you to believe, sir, that with the exception of that
one fault--a grave one I admit--of taking Miss Ogilvie out alone in my
motor I have not willingly or consciously been guilty of any other
disrespect towards you. You now understand, of course, that it was
that unhappy assumed name which prevented my having the pleasure of
visiting you and your family on this side of the Atlantic. No one can
deplore more than I do that unhappy alias. The other, though I
regret--and regret deeply--the pain it has caused, I cannot be sorry
for, since it has been the means of making Joy my wife.”
Here he beamed down into the beautiful grey eyes of the said wife who
was still holding his arm. As he finished she pinched gently the flesh
of his arm. This sent a thrill through him; it was a kiss of sorts and
had much the same effect as the real thing. Joy noted the change in
his voice as he went on:
“I so respected your wishes, sir, that I did not actually ask in words
Joy to be my wife until I should have obtained your permission to
address myself to her. If you will look at that letter you will see
that it was written at Ceann-da-Shail, my place in Ross-shire--days
before I posted it.”
“Then if you did not ask her to marry you; how is it that you are now
married--according to the Sheriff?” He thought this a poser, and
beamed accordingly. Athlyne answered at once:
“When two people love each other, sir, as Joy and I do, speech is the
least adequate form of expression. We did not want words; we knew!”
Again Joy squeezed his arm and they stood close together in a state of
rapture. The Colonel, with some manifest hesitation, said:
“With regard to what the Sheriff spoke of as ‘real cause of scandal,’
was there. …?”
“That, sir,” said Athlyne interrupting with as fierce and truculent an
aspect as had been to the Colonel at any moment of the interview “is a
subject on which I refuse to speak, even to you.” Then after a pause
he added:
“This I will say to you as her father who is entitled to hear it:
Joy’s honour is as clear and stainless as the sunlight. Whatever has
taken place has been my doing, and I alone am answerable for it.”
Whilst he was speaking Joy stood close to him, silent and with
downcast eyes. In the prolonged silence which ensued she raised them,
and letting go Athlyne’s arm stepped forward towards her father with
flashing eyes:
“Father what he says is God’s truth. But there is one other thing
which you should know, and you must know it from me since he will not
speak. He is justified in speaking of my honour, for it was due--and
due alone--to his nobility of character that I am as I am. That and
your unexpected arrival. For my part I would have----”
“Joy!” Athlyne’s voice though the tone was low, rang like a trumpet.
Half protest it was, half command. Instinctively the woman recognised
the tone and obeyed, as women have obeyed the commands of the men they
loved, and were proud to do so, from Eden garden down the ages.
“Speak on, daughter! Finish what you were saying.” His voice was
strangely soft and his eyes were luminous beneath their shaggy white
brows. Joy’s answering tone was meek:
“I cannot, father. My … Mr.--Lord Athlyne desires that I should be
silent.” She was astonished at his reply following:
“Well, perhaps he is right. Better so!” Then in _sotto voce_ to
Athlyne:
“Women should not be allowed to talk sometimes. They go too far when
they get to self-abasement!” Athlyne nodded. Again silence which
Colonel Ogilvie broke:
“Well, sir. I suppose we must take it that the marriage is complete in
Scotch law. So far for the past. What of the future?” In a low voice
Athlyne replied:
“Whose future?”
“Yours--yours and my daughter’s.” He was amazed at Athlyne’s reply,
spoken in a voice both low and sad: so too was Joy:
“Of that I cannot say. It does not rest with me.”
“Not rest with you, sir? Then with whom does it rest.” Athlyne raised
his eyes and looked him straight in the face:
“With you!”
“With me?” the Colonel’s voice was faint with amazement.
“Yes, with you! What future have I, already condemned to death! What
future has my wife, whose sentence of widowhood came even before the
knowledge of her marriage! Do you forget Colonel Ogilvie that my life
is pledged to you? On your own doing, I took that obligation; but
having taken it I must abide by it. Such future as may be for either
of us rests with you!” Colonel Ogilvie did not pause before answering.
He spoke quickly as one whose mind is made up:
“But that is all over.” Athlyne said quietly:
“You had not said so! In an affair of this kind the challenged man is
not free to act. Pacific overture must be with the one who considering
himself injured has sought this means of redress.” Joy listening, with
her heart sinking and her hand so trembling that she took it from his
arm lest it should upset him, was amazed. He was at least as
determined as her father. But she was rejoiced to see that his
stiffness was having its effect; her father was evidently respecting
this very quality so much that he was giving way to his opponent.
Seeing this, and recognising in her woman’s way for the first time in
her life this fundamental force, she made up her mind that she too
would on her side keep steadfastly to her convictions just as … as
… He had done. In silence she waited for what would follow this new
development going on before her eyes. Presently Colonel Ogilvie spoke:
“I suppose Lord Athlyne you are satisfied with the validity of the
marriage?” He answered heartily:
“Of course I am! The Sheriff was quite clear about it; and what he
says is sufficient for me.”
“And your intention?”
“Sir, from the first moment when my eyes lit on your daughter I had
only one intention, and that was to make her my wife. Be quite
satisfied as to me! I am fixed as Fate! If there is any hindrance to
my wishes it can only come from my wife. But understand this: that if
for any cause whatever she may wish this marriage annulled, or
consider that it has not been valid, she has only to indicate her wish
and I shall take any step in my power to set her free.”
“Father!” Colonel Ogilvie turned in astonishment at the sound of his
daughter’s voice, which was in such tone as he had never heard from
her. It rang; her mind was made up:
“Father, a while ago when you seemed in some grave trouble I asked you
why you did not ask me anything. I told you I had never lied to you
and should not do so then; but you asked me nothing. Why don’t you ask
me now?”
“What should I ask you, little girl. You are married; and your duty is
to some one else whose name you bear. Besides, I don’t ask women
questions which may be painful to answer. Such I ask of men!”
To this she spoke in a calm voice which made Athlyne uneasy. He could
not imagine what she was coming at; but he felt that whatever it might
be it was out of the truth of her nature, and that he must support
her. Her love he never doubted. In the meantime he must listen
patiently and learn what she had to say.
“Well father, as you will not ask I must speak unasked. It is harder;
that is all. The Sheriff said that mutual intention was necessary for
marriage. Let me tell you that I had not then such intention! I must
say it. I have never lied to you yet; and I don’t intend to begin now.
Especially when I am entering on a new life with a man whom I love and
honour. For if this marriage be not good we shall soon have one that
is--if he will have me.” Athlyne took her hand; she sighed joyfully as
she went on:
“I certainly did intend to marry Mr. … Lord Athlyne when … when he
should formally ask me; but I understood then that there was some
obstacle to his doing so. This I now know to be that he was wanting to
get your consent beforehand. But if I did not then intend that our
coming for a run in the motor together was to be marriage, how can I
by that act be married?” As she paused Athlyne realised what was the
cause of that vague apprehension which had chilled him. Colonel
Ogilvie was beset by a new difficulty by this new attitude of Joy. If
she repudiated intention such would nullify the marriage, since
Athlyne had signified his intention of letting her have her way. If
there were no marriage, then there would be scandal. So before
beginning to argue with his daughter on the subject of the validity of
the marriage, he thought it well to bring to the aid of reason the
forces of fear. He commenced by intimidation:
“Of course you understand, daughter, that if you and Lord Athlyne were
not married through the accidents of your escapade, there will be
scandal from it; there is no other alternative. In that case, such
pacific measures as I have now acceded to will be abrogated; and the
gentleman who was the cause of the evil must still answer to me for
it.” At this threat Joy grew ghastly pale. Athlyne, wrung to the heart
by it, forgot his intention of discretion and said quickly and
sharply:
“That is not fair, Colonel Ogilvie. She is a woman--if she _is_ your
daughter, and is not to be treated brutally. You must not strike at a
man through a woman. If you want to strike a man do so direct! I am
the man. Strike me, how and when you will; but this woman is my
wife--at least she is until she repudiates our marriage! But till then
by God! no man--not even her father himself--shall strike her or at
her, or through her!” Both he and Joy were surprised at the meek way
in which the old man received this tirade. But even whilst he had been
uttering the cruel threat both his conscience and his courage had been
against him. This, the man and the woman who heard could, from
evidence, divine. But there was another cause of which they had no
knowledge. The moment after speaking, when his blind passion began to
cool, the last words of his wife came back to his memory: “Be good to
her, and never forget that she can suffer most through any one dear to
her.” Furthermore, the recollection of Judy’s words as he was leaving
clinched the matter: “You hold poor Joy’s life--which is her heart--in
your hand!” He began his reply to Athlyne truculently--as was usual to
him; but melted quickly as he went on:
“Hey-day my young bantam-cock; you flash your spurs boldly. … But I
don’t know but you’re right. I was wrong; I admit it! Joy my dear I
apologise for it; and to you too, sir, who stand up so valiantly and
so readily for your wife. I am glad my little girl has such a
defender; though it is and will be a sad thought to me that I was
myself the first to cause its evidence. But keep your hair on, young
man! Men sometimes get hurt by running up against something that’s
quite in its right place. … It’s my place to look after my little
girl--till such time as you have registered your bond-rights. And see,
doesn’t she declare she had no idea she was being married. However,
it’s all right in this case. I don’t mean her to give herself away
over this part of the job any more than you did a while ago when you
stopped her telling me something that it wouldn’t have been wise to
say. So, sir, guess we’ll call it quits this time. Well, little girl,
let me tell you that you’ve said all at once to me two different
things. You said you _didn’t_ intend to marry Lord Athlyne that time,
but that you _did_ at some other. If that last doesn’t make an
intention to marry I’m a Dutchman. I think we’d better let it rest at
that! Now as to you Lord Athlyne! You seem to want--and rightly enough
I’ll allow--that I make a formal retraction of my demand for your
life. Well I do so now. There’s my hand! I can give it to you freely,
for you are a brave man and you love my little girl; and my little
girl loves you. I’m right sorry I didn’t know you at the first as I do
now. But I suppose the fact is, I was jealous all along. You don’t
know--yet--what I know: that you were thrown at me in a lot of ways
before I ever saw you, by the joke that my little girl and Judy put up
on me. When I knew that my girl was calling herself by your name. …”
“Daddy dear!” This was Joy’s protest. “Yes, little girl, I won’t give
you away; but your husband should know this fact lest he keep a grudge
in his heart against your old daddy--and I know you wouldn’t like
that. You can tell him, some of these days or nights, what you like
yourself about the whole thing from the first. I dare say he’ll want
to know, and won’t let you alone till you tell him. And I dare say not
then; for he’ll like--he’s bound to--all you can say. Here, Athlyne--I
suppose that’s what I am to call you since you’re my son now--at any
rate my daughter’s husband.” As he spoke he held out his hand. Athlyne
jumped forward and seized it warmly. The two men shook hands as do two
strong men who respect each other. Joy stepped forward and took the
clasped hands between her own. When the hands parted she kissed her
husband and then her father; she had accepted the situation.
After a pause Athlyne said, quietly but with a very resolute look on
his face:
“I understand, sir, that the hatchet is now buried. But I want to say
that this must be final. I do so lest you should ever from any cause
wish to dig it up again. Oh, yes I understand”--for the Colonel was
going to speak “but I have had a warning. Just now when it seemed that
Joy was going to repudiate--though happily as it turned out for only a
time--our marriage as an existing fact, you re-opened that matter
which I had then thought closed. Now as for the future Joy’s happiness
is my duty as well as my privilege and my pleasure, I must take all
precautions which I can to insure it. It would not do if she could
ever have in her mind a haunting fear that you and I could quarrel. I
know that for my own part I would be no party to a quarrel with you.
But I also have reason to know that a man’s own purpose is nothing
when some one else wants to quarrel with him. Therefore for our dear
Joy’s sake----”
“Good!” murmured the Colonel. “_Our_ dear Joy’s sake!” Athlyne
repeated the phrase--he loved to do so:
“For our dear Joy’s sake will you not promise that you will never
quarrel with me.”
“Indeed I will give the promise--and more. Listen here, little girl,
for it is for your sake. I find I have been wrong to quarrel so
readily and without waiting to understand. If a nigger did it I think
I’d understand, for I don’t look for much from him. But I do expect
much from myself; and therefore I’ll go back a bit and go a bit
farther. Hear me promise, so help me God, I’ll never quarrel again!
Quarrel to kill I mean of course. Now, sir, are you satisfied!” Joy
flung herself into his arms cooing lovingly:
“Dear, dear Daddy. Oh thank you so much; you have made me so happy!
That promise is the best wedding-gift you could possibly give me!”
Athlyne took the hand extended to him and wrung it heartily:
“And I too, thank you, sir. And, as I want to share in all Joy’s
happiness and in her pleasant ways, I hope you will let me--as her
husband--call you Daddy too?”
“Indeed you may, my boy; I’ll be right glad!”
It was a happy trio that stood there, the two men’s right hands
clasping, and Joy once more holding the linked hands between hers.
“We may go join the Sheriff and Judy I think, little girl!” said the
Colonel presently. He felt that he wanted to get back to himself from
the unaccustomed atmosphere of sentiment which encompassed him.
“Just one moment--Daddy!” said Athlyne speaking the familiar name with
an effort and looking at Joy as he did so. The approval shining from
her beautiful eyes encouraged him, and he went on more freely:
“Now that our dear Joy is my care I should like to make a proposition.
The Sheriff’s suggestion is good, and his reading of the law seems as
if it were all right; but, after all, there is no accounting for what
judges and juries may decide. Now I want--and we all want--that there
be no doubt about this marriage--now or hereafter. And I therefore
suggest that presently Joy and I shall again exchange Matrimonial
Intention and Consent, or whatever is the strongest way that can be
devised to insure a flawless marriage. We can even write this down and
both sign it, and you and the Sheriff and Judy shall witness. So that
whatever has been before--though this will not disturb it--will be
made all taut and secure!” Joy’s comment was:
“And I shall be married to my husband a second time!”
“Yes, darling” said Athlyne putting his arm round her and drawing her
close to him. She came willingly and put her arms round him. They
embraced and kissed each other and he said:
“Yes darling; but wait a moment, I have a further suggestion. In
addition to this we can have a ‘regular’ marriage to follow these two
irregular ones. I shall go to London and get a special license from
the Archbishop of Canterbury, who is a connection of my own. With this
we shall have a religious marriage to supplement the civil ones. We
can be married, sir, in your own rooms, or in a church, just as Joy
wishes--and, of course, as her mother and her Daddy wish. We can be
married the third time, Joy darling, in Westminster Abbey if you so
desire!”
“Anywhere you choose--darling!” she spoke the last word shyly “will be
what I wish. I am glad I am to be married three times to you.”
“Why darling?”
“Because darling” she spoke the word now without shyness or
hesitation. “I love you enough for three husbands; and now we must
have three honeymoons!” she danced about the room gaily, clapping her
hands like a happy child.
When they were ready to go to breakfast Colonel Ogilvie instinctively
offered his arm to Joy, but catching sight of Athlyne drew back and
motioned to him to take the honourable place. The husband was pleased,
but seeing a new opening for conciliation he said heartily:
“No, no. I hope the time will never come when my wife won’t love to go
with her father!” The old man was pleased and called to his daughter:
“Come, little girl, you have got to take us both!” She took her
husband’s arm as well as her father’s; and all three moved towards the
door. When they got there, however, some change was necessary, for it
was not possible to pass through three abreast. Each of the men was
willing to give place to the other; but before either man could move,
or indeed before either had his mind made up what to do, the
quicker-witted woman slipped back behind them. There taking Athlyne’s
hand in hers she had placed it on her father’s arm. As they both were
about to protest against going in front of her she said hastily:
“Please, please Daddy and … Husband I would really rather you two
went first, and arm in arm as father and son should go. For that is
what it is to be from this on; isn’t it? I would rather a thousand
times see the two men I love best in all the world going so, than walk
in front of them as a Queen.”
“That’s very prettily said!” was the comment of her father. Then with
a fond look back at her he took the young man’s hand from his own arm
and placed his own hand on the other’s arm. “That’s better!” he said.
“Age leaning on Youth, and Beauty smiling on both!”
And in this wise they entered the Sheriff’s room, in time to see him
sitting at one end of the sofa and Judy sitting at the furthest corner
away from him--blushing.