CHAPTER XVI

THE WOMAN I LOVED

THE crucial moment had arrived, and I think my heart actually stopped

beating as I stood gazing helplessly into her face. I saw her eyes open

wide in astonished recognition, and then a deep flush swept over throat

and cheek. For the instant I believed she would not speak, or that she

would give way to her excitement and betray everything. I durst give

no signal of warning, for there existed no tie between us to warrant my

expecting any consideration from her. It was an instant so tense that

her silence seemed like a blow. Yet it was only an instant. Then her

eyes smiled into mine most frankly, and her hand was extended.

“I am more than delighted to meet you, Colonel Curran,” she said calmly,

although I could feel her lips tremble to the words, while the fingers

I held were like ice. “Myrtle was one of my dearest friends, and she

chanced to be in my mind even as we met. That was why,” she added,

turning toward Miss Minor, as though she felt her momentary agitation

had not passed unobserved, “I was so surprised when you first presented

Colonel Curran.”

“I confess to having felt strangely myself,” returned the other, archly,

“although I believe I concealed my feelings far better than you did,

Edith. Really, I thought you were going to faint. It must be that

Colonel Curran exercises some strange occult influence over the weaker

sex. Perhaps he is the seventh son of a seventh son; are you, Colonel?

However, dear, I am safe for the present from his mysterious spell, and

you will be compelled to face the danger alone, as here comes Lieutenant

Hammersmith to claim the dance I've promised him.”

Before Mrs. Brennan could interfere, the laughing girl had placed her

hand on the Lieutenant's blue sleeve, and, with a mocking good-bye flung

backward over her shoulder, vanished in the crowd, leaving us standing

there alone.

The lady waited in such apparent indifference, gently tapping the floor

with her neatly shod foot, her eyes wandering carelessly over the throng

in our front, that I felt utterly at sea. Evidently she had no intention

of addressing me, yet I could not continue to stand there beside her in

silence like a fool. That she possessed a pretty temper I already knew,

but better a touch of that than this silent disdain.

“Would you be exceedingly angry if I were to ask you to dance?” I

questioned, stealing surreptitiously a glance at her proudly averted

face.

“Angry? Most assuredly not,” in apparent surprise. “Yet I trust you will

not ask me. I have been upon the floor only once to-night. I am not at

all in the mood.”

The words were not encouraging, yet they served to break the ice, and I

was never easily daunted.

“If there were chairs here I should venture to ask even a greater

favor--that you would consent to sit out this set with me.”

She turned slightly, lifted her eyes inquiringly to mine, and her face

lightened.

“No doubt we might discover seats without difficulty, in the anteroom,”

she answered, indicating the direction by a glance. “There do not

appear to be many 'sitters-out' at this ball, and the few who do are not

crowded.”

If the pendulum of hope and despair swings one way, the unalterable

laws of mental gravitation compel it to go just as far the other, and

although I do not remember uttering so much as a word while we traversed

the crowded floor and gained entrance to the smaller room beyond, yet my

heart was singing a song of the deepest hope. The apartment contained,

as she prophesied, but few occupants, and I conducted her to the

farther end of it, where we found a comfortable divan and no troublesome

neighbors.

As I glanced at her now, I marked a distinct change in her face. The old

indifference, so well assumed while we were in the presence of others,

had utterly vanished as by magic, and she sat looking at me in anxious

yet impetuous questioning.

“Captain Wayne,” she exclaimed, her eyes never once leaving my face,

“what does this mean? this masquerade? this wearing of the Federal

uniform? this taking of another's name? this being here at all?”

“If I should say that I came hoping to see you again,” I answered,

scarce knowing how best to proceed or how far to put confidence in her,

“what would you think?”

The color flamed quickly into her cheeks, but the clear eyes never

faltered. They seemed to read my very soul.

“If that is true, that you were extremely foolish to take such a

risk for so small a reward,” she returned calmly. “Nor, under these

circumstances, would I remain here so much as a moment to encourage you.

But it is not true. This is no light act; your very life must lie in the

balance, or you could never assume such risk. Doubtless you hesitate to

trust me fully, but I assure you you need not, for you have placed me

under certain personal obligations which I have no desire to ignore.

Captain Wayne, you are in trouble, in danger--will you not tell me all,

and permit me to aid you by every means in my power?”

“I would trust you gladly with my life or my honor,” I replied soberly.

“If I had less faith in you I should not be here now.”

She started slightly at the words, and for an instant her eyes fell.

“Your life?” she questioned, “do you mean that is in the balance?”

“I understand that I am condemned to be shot as a spy at daybreak.”

“Shot? On what authority? Who told you?”

“On the order of General Sheridan. My informant was Lieutenant Caton, of

his staff.”

“Shot? As a spy? Why, it surely cannot be! Frank said--Captain Wayne,

believe me, I knew absolutely nothing of all this. Do not think I should

ever have rested if I had dreamed that you were held under so false a

charge. I promised you I would see General Sheridan on your behalf.”

“Yes,” I assented hastily, for her agitation was so great I feared it

might attract the attention of others. “I remember you said so at the

time of my arrest, but supposed you had either forgotten or had found

your intercession fruitless.”

“Why, how you must have despised me! Forgotten?”--her eyes filled

instantly with tears. “Not for an hour, Captain Wayne, but Frank--” she

bit her lip impatiently--“I was told, that is, I was led to believe

that you were--had been sent North as a prisoner of war late last night.

Otherwise I should have insisted upon seeing you--on pleading your cause

with the General himself. The Major and I breakfasted with him this

morning, but your name was not mentioned, for I believed you safe.”

She did not appear to realize, so deep was her present indignation and

regret, that my hand had found a resting-place upon her own.

“You must believe me, Captain Wayne; I could not bear to have you feel

that I could prove such an ingrate.”

“You need never suppose I should think that,” I replied, with an

earnestness of manner that caused her to glance at me in surprise. “I

confidently expected to hear from you all day, and finally when no word

came I became convinced some such misconception as you have mentioned

must have occurred. Then it became my turn to act upon my own behalf if

I would preserve my life; yet never for one moment have I doubted you or

the sincerity of your pledge to me.”

She drew her hand away from my clasp, gently and not unkindly, then

passed it through the masses of her dark, shining hair, but her face

remained turned aside from me. Oh, how I longed at that moment to pour

forth in fervent words the affection that burned within my heart! But

irrespective of the doubt as to her being free to listen to such a

declaration, there was a pride about her manner, a certain restraint

which she ever seemed to exercise over me, that effectually sealed my

lips. Her very presence was a moral tonic, and I felt it would be easier

to tear out my tongue than to utter anything which she could construe

into possible insult. The very depth of her perfect womanhood was itself

protection, and, until the veil was finally lifted, my lips were vowed

to silence.

She waited quietly while a couple passed us and sought seats nearer the

door.

“Tell me the entire story,” she said gently.

As quickly as possible I reviewed the salient events which had occurred

since our last meeting. Without denying the presence of Major Brennan

during my stormy meeting with General Sheridan, I did not dwell upon it,

nor mention the personal affray that had occurred between us. Even had

I not supposed the man to be her husband I should never have taken

advantage of his treachery to advance my own cause. God knows I have

enough failings to account for, but I have never done my fighting in the

dark. Neither did I speak of the information I now sought to bring to

Lee, for her sympathy, her interest, her loyalty, were all with the

opposing army. She followed my narrative eagerly, her eyes growing

darker with intensity of interest as I depicted our eventful climb

up the black chimney, and my venture down the stairs into the crowded

ballroom. As I concluded there was a tear glistening on her long lashes,

but she seemed unconscious of it, and made no attempt to dash it away.

“You have not told me all,” she commented quietly. “But I can understand

and appreciate the reason for your silence. I know Frank's impetuosity,

and you are very kind, Captain Wayne, to spare my feelings, but you must

not remain here; every moment of delay increases your danger. Sheridan

and those of his staff who would surely recognize you were expected back

before this, and may appear at any moment--yet how can you get away? how

is it possible for me to assist you?”

There was an eager anxiety in her face that piqued me. Like most lovers

I chose to give it a wrong interpretation.

“You are anxious to be rid of me?” I asked, ashamed of the words even as

I uttered them.

“That remark is unworthy of you,” and she arose to her feet almost

haughtily. “My sole thought in this is the terrible risk you incur in

remaining here.”

“Your interest then is personal to me, may I believe?”

“I am a loyal woman,” proudly, “and would do nothing whatever to imperil

the cause of my country; but your condemnation is unjust, and I am, in

a measure, responsible for it. I assist you, Captain Wayne, for your own

sake, and in response to my individual sense of honor.”

God knows I could not speak, although my heart seemed bursting within my

bosom. By sheer power of her will, her pride, her perfect womanhood, she

held me from her as though a wall divided us. Not for an instant did she

permit me to forget that she was the wife of another.

“Have you formulated any plan?” she asked quickly, and her rising color

made me feel that she had deciphered my struggle in my eyes.

“Only to walk out under protection of this uniform, and when once

safe in the open to trust that same good fortune which has thus far

befriended me.”

She shook her head doubtfully, and stood a moment in silence, looking

thoughtfully at the moving figures in the room beyond.

“I fear it cannot be done without arousing suspicion,” she said at last,

slowly. “I chance to know there are unusual precautions being taken

to-night, and the entire camp is doubly patrolled. Even this house has a

cordon of guards about it, but for what reason I have not learned. No,”

she spoke decisively, “there is no other way. Captain Wayne, I am going

to try to save you to-night, but in doing so I must trust my reputation

in your keeping.”

“I will protect it with my life.”

“Protect it with your silence, rather. I know you to be a gentleman, or

I should never attempt to carry out the only means of escape which seems

at all feasible. Discovery would place me in an extremely embarrassing

position, and I must rely upon you to protect me from such a

possibility.”

“I beg you,” I began, “do not compromise yourself in any way for my

sake.”

“But I am myself already deeply involved in this,” she interrupted, “and

I could retain no peace of mind were I to do otherwise. Now listen.

Make your way back to the ballroom, and in fifteen minutes from now be

engaged in conversation with General Carlton near the main entrance.

I shall join you there, and you will take your cue from me. You

understand?”

“Perfectly, but--”

“There is no 'but,' Captain Wayne, only do not fail me.”

Our eyes met for an instant; what she read in mine God knows--in hers

was determination, with a daring strange to woman. The next moment she

had vanished through a side door, and I was alone.

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