Jq.1 THE LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LOS ANGELES Weils Historkial Museum SEVEN-OAKS. DR. HOLLAND'S WORKS. SEVENOAKS, $JT 75 MISTRESS OF THE MANSE i 5 o ARTHUR BONNICASTLE i 75 * BITTER-SWEET; a Poem i 50 KATHRINA; a Poem, i 5 o * LETTERS TO YOUNG PEOPLE, . . . . 1 5 o * GOLD-FOIL, hammered from Popular Proverbs, . . i 75 * LESSONS IN LIFE . . i 75 *PLAIN TALKS, on Familiar Subjects, . . . . i 75 LETTERS TO THE JONESES, i 75 MISS GILBERTS CAREER 2 oo BAY PATH, 200 THE MARBLE PROPHECY, and other Poems, . . i 50 GARNERED SHEA VES. Complete Poetical Works, \ red line edition, / * These six volumes are issued in cabinet size (i6mo.), " Bright-wood Edition," at same prices as above. Sent post-paid, on receipt of price, by SCRIBNER, ARMSTRONG & CO., 743 & 745 Broadtvay, Netv Porfc. SEVENOAKS A STORY OF TO-DAY BY J. G. HOLLAND AUTHOR OF "ARTHUR BONNICASTLE" With twelve full-page Illustrations after Original Designs by Sol. Ey tinge. . TWENTIETH THOUSAND. NEW YORK SCRIBNER, ARMSTRONG & CO. 1875. COPYRIGHT 1875, BY SCRIBNER, ARMSTRONG & CO. JOHN F. TROW & SON, PKINTKKS AN:> I!OOKINI>I-;KS. soj-213 /Cast i2f/i St., KK\\ m VOKK. PS CONTENTS. CHAPTER I. Which tells about Sevenoaks, and how Miss Butterworth passed one of her evenings t CHAPTER II. Mr. Belcher carries his point at the town-meeting, and the poor are knocked down to Thomas Buffum zt CHAPTER III. In which Jim Fenton is introduced to the reader and introduces himself to Miss Butterworth 34 CHAPTER IV. In which Jim Fenton applies for lodgings at Tom Buffum's boarding- house, and finds his old friend . 42 CHAPTER V. In which Jim enlarges his accommodations and adopts a violent method of securing boarders 62 CHAPTER VI. In which Sevenoaks experiences a great commotion, and comes to the conclusion that Benedict has met with Joul play 74 CHAPTER VII. In which Jim and Mike Conlin pass through a great trial and come out victorious .... .. 81 Contents. CHAPTER VIII. In which Mr. Belcher visits New York, and becomes the Proprietor of " Palgrave's Folly." 99 CHAPTER IX. Mrs. Talbot gives her little dinner party, and Mr. Belcher makes an exceedingly pleasant acquaintance 114 CHAPTER X. Which tells how a lawyer spent his vacation in camp, and took home a specimen of game that he had never before found in the woods 122 CHAPTER XI. Which records Mr. Belcher's connection with a great speculation and brings to a close his residence in Sevenoaks 139 CHAPTER XII. tn which Jim enlarges his plans for a house, and completes his plans for a house-keeper 155 CHAPTER XIII. Which introduces several residents of Sevenoaks to the Metropolis and a new character to the reader 171 CHAPTER XIV. Which tells of a great public meeting in Sevenoaks, the burning in effigy of Mr. Belcher, and that gentleman's interview with a reporter 193 CHAPTER XV. Which tells about Mrs. Dillingham's Christmas and the New Year's Re- ception at the Palgrave Mansion 208 CHAPTER XVI. Which gives an account of a voluntary and an involuntary visit of Sam Yates to Number Nine 223 CHAPTER XVII. In which Jim constructs two happy-Davids, raises his hotel, and dismisses Sam Yates 236 Contents. vii CHAPTER XVIII. In which Mrs. Dillingham makes some important discoveries, but fails to reveal them to the reader 248 CHAPTER XIX. In which Mr. Belcher becomes President of the Crooked Valley Railroad, with large " Terminal facilities," and makes an adventure into a long- meditated crime 261 CHAPTER XX. In which " the little woman " announces her engagement to Jim Fcnton and receives the congratulations of her friends 276 CHAPTER XXI. In which Jim gets the furniture into his house, and Mike Conlin gets an- other installment of advice into Jim 288 CHAPTER XXII. In which Jim gets married, the new hotel receives its mistress, and Bene- dict confers a power of attorney 29;; CHAPTER XXIII. In which Mr. Belcher expresses his determination to become a '' founder," but drops his noun in fear of a little verb of the same name 311 CHAPTER XXIV. Wherein the General leaps the bounds of law, finds himself in a new world, and becomes the victim of his friends without knowing it 331 CHAPTER XXV. In which the General goes through a great many trials, and meets at last the one he his so long anticipated 349 CHAPTER XXVI. In which the case of " Benedict vs. Belcher" finds itself in court, an in- teresting question of identity is settled, and a mysterious disappear- ance takes place 363 CHAPTER XXVII. In which Phipps is not to be found, and the General is called upon to do hisown lying 389 viii Contents. CHAPTER XXVIII. In which a heavenly witness appears who cannot be cross-examined, and before which the defense utterly breaks down 400 CHAPTER XXIX. Wherein Mr. Belcher, having exhibited his dirty record, shows a clean pair of heels 41^. CHAPTER XXX. Which gives the history of an anniversary, presents a tableau, and drops the curtain 429 LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. 1. "TURN THIS BOAT "ROUND!" Frontispiece. PAGE. 2. "HARRY, MY BOY, SAID JlM, YOUR PA AN' ME WAS OLD FRIENDS." 38 3. "WE MUST BE GETTING PRETTY NEAR." 7 3 4. MR. BELCHER is PRESENTED TO MRS. DII.LINGHAM 115 5. "DON'T BE FOOLED." 147 6. "I AM THE MOST MISERABLE OF MEN." l3g 7. "HARRY, YOU MUST FORGIVE ME." 248 8. "NOW, GIT THIS IN AFORE IT RAINS." 295 9. "I'M PINING FOR A THEOLOGICAL SEMINARY" 319 10. ".THE GENERAL AS A TRANCE-MEDIUM." 353 11. THE HEAVENLY WITNESS 400 12. "WoRKiN 1 UP A CORNER IN SALT RIVER." 436 SEVENOAKS. CHAPTER I. WHICH TELLS ABOUT SEVENOAKS, AND HOW MISS BUTTERWORTH PASSED ONE OF HER EVENINGS. EVERYBODY has seen Sevenoaks, or a hundred towns so much like it, in most particulars, that a description of any one of them would present it to the imagination a town strung upon a stream, like beads upon a thread, or charms upon a chain. Sevenoaks was richer in chain than charms, for its abundant water-power was only partially used. It plunged, and roared, and played," and sparkled, because it had not half enough to do. It leaped down three or four cataracts in passing through the village ; and, as it started from living springs far north- ward among the woods and mountains, it never failed in its supplies. Few of the people of Sevenoaks thoughtless workers, mainly either knew or cared whence it came, or whither it went. They knew it as "The Branch;" but Sevenoaks was so far from the trunk, down to which it sent its sap, and from which it received no direct return, that no significance was attached to its name. But it roared all day, arid roared all night, summer and winter alike, and the sound became a part of the atmosphere. Resonance was one of the qualities of the oxygen which the people breathed, so that if, at any mid- z SEVENOAKS. night moment, the roar had been suddenly hushed, they would have v/aked with a start and a sense of suffocation, and leaped from their beds. Among the charms that dangled from this liquid chain depending from the vest of a landscape which ended in a ruffle of woods toward the north, overtopped by the head of a mountain was a huge factory that had been added to from time to time, as necessity demanded, until it had become an imposing and not uncomely pile. Below this were two or three dilapidated saw-mills, a grist-mill in daily use, and a fulling-mill a remnant of the old times when homespun went its pilgrimage to town to be fulled, colored, and dressed from all the sparsely settled country around. On a little plateau by the side of The Branch was a row of stores and dram-shops and butchers' establishments. Each had a sort of square, false front, pierced by two staring windows and a door, that reminded one of a lion couchant very large in the face and very thin in the flank. Then there were crowded in, near the mill, little rows of one-story houses, occupied entirely by operatives, and owned by the owner of the mill. All the inhabitants, not directly connected with the mill, were as far away from it as they could go. Their houses were set back upon either acclivity which rose from the gorge that the stream had worn, dotting the hill-sides in every direction. There was a clumsy town-hall, there were three or four churches, there was a high school and a low tavern. It was, on the whole, a village of importance, but the great mill was somehow its soul and center. A fair farming and grazing country stretched back from it eastward and west- ward, and Sevenoaks was its only home market. It is not proposed, in this history, to tell where Sevenoaks was, and is to-day. It may have been, or may be, in Maine, or New Hampshire, or Vermont, or New York. It was in the northern part of one of these States, and not far from the border of a wilderness, almost as deep and silent as any thr.t can be found beyond the western limit of settlement and SEVEN OAKS. 3 civilization. The red man had left it forever, but the bear, the deer and the moose remained. The streams and lakes were full of trout ; otter and sable still attracted the trapper, and here and there a lumberman lingered alone in his cabin, enamored of the solitude and the wild pursuits to which a hardly gentler industry had introduced him. Such lumber as could be drifted down the streams had long been cut and driven out, and the woods were left to the hunter and his prey, and to the incursions of sportsmen and seekers for health, to whom the rude residents became guides, cooks, and servants of all work, for the sake of occasional society, and that ever-serviceable consideration money. There were two establishments in Sevenoaks which stood so far away from the stream that they could hardly be described as attached to it. Northward, on the top of the bleakest hill in the region, stood the Sevenoaks poor-house. In dimen- sions and population, it was utterly out of proportion to the size of the town, for the people of Sevenoaks seemed to de- generate into paupers with wonderful facility. There was one man in the town who was known to be getting rich, while all the rest grew poor. Even the keepers of the dram-shops, though they seemed to do a thriving business, did not thrive. A great deal of work was done, but people were paid very little for it. If a man tried' to leave the town for the purpose of improving his condition, there was always some mortgage on his property, or some impossibility of selling what he had for money, or his absolute dependence on each day's labor for each day's bread, that stood in the way. One by one sick, disabled, discouraged, dead-beaten they drifted into the poor-house, which, as the years went on, grew into a shabby, double pile of buildings, between which ran a county road. This establishment was a county as well as a town institu- tion, and, theoretically, one group of its buildings was de- voted to the reception of county paupers, while the other was assigned to the poor of Sevenoaks. Practically, the 4 SEVEN OAKS. keeper of both mingled his boarders indiscriminately, to suit his personal convenience. The hill, as it climbed somewhat abruptly from the western bank of the stream it did this in the grand leisure of the old geologic centuries apparently got out of breath and sat down when its task was half done. Where it sat, it left a beautiful plateau of five or six acres, and from this it rose, and went on climbing, until it reached the summit of its effort, and descended the other side. On the brow of this plateau stood seven huge oaks which the chopper's axe, for some rea- son or another, had spared ; and the locality, in all the early years of settlement, was known by the name of " The Seven Oaks." They formed a notable landmark, and, at last, the old designation having been worn by usage, the town was in- corporated with the name of Sevenoaks, in a single word. On this plateau, the owner of the mill, Mr. Robert Belcher himself an exceptional product of the village had built his residence a large, white, pretentious dwelling, sur- rounded and embellished by all the appointments of wealth. The house was a huge cube, ornamented at its corners and cornices with all possible flowers of a rude architecture, re- minding one of an elephant, that, in a fit of incontinent playfulness, had indulged in antics characteristic of its clumsy bulk and brawn. Outside were ample stables, a green -house, a Chinese pagoda that was called "the summer-house," an exquisite garden and trees, among which latter were carefully cherished the seven ancient oaks that had "given the town its name. Robert Belcher was not a gentleman. He supposed him- self to be one, but he was mistaken. Gentlemen of wealth usually built a fine house ; so Mr. Belcher built one. Gentle- men kept horses, a groom and a coachman ; Mr. Belcher did the same. Gentlemen of wealth built green-houses for them-" selves and kept a gardener ; Mr. Belcher could do no less. He had no gentlemanly tastes, to be sure, but he could buy or hire these for money ; so he bought and hired them ; and SEVENOAKS. 5 when Robert Belcher walked through his stables and jested with his men, or sauntered into his green-house and about his grounds, he rubbed his heavy hands together, and fancied that the costly things by which he had surrounded himself were the insignia of a gentleman. From his windows he could look down upon the village, all of which he either owned or controlled. He owned the great mill ; he owned the water-privilege ; he owned many of the dwellings, and held mortgages on many others ; he owned the churches, for all purposes practical to himself; he owned the ministers if not, then this was another mistake that he had made. So long as it was true that they could not live without him, he was content with his title. He patronized the church, and the church was too weak to decline his osten- tatious courtesy. He humiliated every man who came into his presence, seeking a subscription for a religious or charita- ble purpose, but his subscription was always sought, and as regularly obtained. Humbly to seek his assistance for any high purpose was a concession to his power, and to grant the assistance sought was to establish an obligation. He was willing to pay for personal influence and personal glory, and he often paid right royally. Of course, Mr. Belcher's residence had a library ; all gen- tlemen have libraries. Mr. Belcher's did not contain many books, but it contained a great deal of room for them. Here he spent his evenings, kept his papers in a huge safe built into the wall, smoked, looked down on the twinkling village and his huge mill, counted his gains and constructed his schemes. Of Mrs. Belcher and the little Belchers, he saw but little. He fed and dressed them well, as he did his horses. All gen- tlemen feed and dress their dependents well. He was proud of his family as he saw them riding in their carriage. They looked gay and comfortable, and were, as he thought, objects of envy among the humbler folk of the town, all of which reflected pleasantly upon himself. Os a lafe April evening, of a late spring in 18 , he was 6 SE YEN OAKS. sitting in his library, buried in a huge easy chair, thinking, smoking, scheming. The shutters were closed, the lamps were lighted, and a hickory fire was blazing upon the hearth. Around the rich man were spread the luxuries which his wealth had bought the velvet carpet, the elegant chairs, the heavy library table, covered with costly appointments, pic- tures in broad gold frames, and one article of furniture that he had not been accustomed to see in a gentleman's library an article that sprang out of his own personal wants. This was an elegant pier-glass, into whose depths he was accus- tomed to gaze in self-admiration. He was flashily dressed in a heavy coat, buff waistcoat, and drab trousers. A gold chain of fabulous weight hung around his neck and held his Jurgensen repeater. He rose and walked his room, and rubbed his hands, as was his habit ; then paused before his mirror, admired his robust figure and large face, brushed his hair back from his big brow, and walked on again. Finally, he paused before his glass, and indulged in another habit peculiar to him- self. "Robert Belcher," said he, addressing the image in the mirror, " you are a brick ! Yes, sir, you are a brick ! You, Robert Belcher, sir, are an almighty smart man. You've outwitted the whole of 'em. Look at me, sir ! Dare you tell me, sir, that I am not master of the situation ? Ah ! you hesitate ; it is well ! They all come to me, every man of 'em It is ' Mr. Belcher, will you be so good ?' and ' Mr. Belcher, I hope you are very well,' and 'Mr. Belcher, I want you to- do better by me.' Ha! ha! ha! ha! My name is Norval. It isn't ? Say that again and I'll throttle you ! Yes, sir, I'll shake your rascally head off your shoulders ! Down, down in the dust, and beg my pardon ! It is well ; go ! Get you gone, sir, and remember not to beard the lion in his den !" Exactly what this performance meant, it would be- difficult to say. Mr. Belcher, in his visits to the city, had frequented SEVENOAKS. 7 theaters and admired the villains of the plays he had seen re- presented. He had noticed figures upon the boards that reminded him of his own. His addresses to his mirror afforded him an opportunity to exercise his gifts of speech and action, and, at the same time, to give form to his self- gratulations. They amused him; they ministered to his pre- posterous vanity. He had no companions in the town, and the habit gave him a sense of society, and helped to pass away his evenings. At the close of his effort he sat down and lighted another cigar. Growing drowsy, he laid it down on a little stand at his side, and settled back in his chair for a nap. He had hardly shut his eyes when there came a rap. upon his door. "Come in!" "Please, sir," said a scared-looking maid, opening the door just wide enough to make room for her face. " Well? " in a voice so sharp and harsh that the girl cringed. "Please, sir, Miss Butterworth is at the door, and would like to see you." Now, Miss Butterworth was the one person in all Seven- oaks who was not afraid of Robert Belcher. She had been at the public school with him when they were children ; she had known every circumstance of his history ; she was not de- pendent on him in any way, and she carried in her head an honest and fearless tongue. She was an itinerant tailoress, and having worked, first and last, in nearly every family in the town, she knew the circumstances of them all, and knew too well the connection of Robert Belcher with their troubles and reverses. In Mr. Belcher's present condition of self-com- placency and somnolency, she was not a welcome visitor. Belligerent as he had been toward his own image in the mirror, he shrank from meeting Keziah Butterworth, for he knew instinctively that she had come with some burden of complaint. "Come in," said Mr. Belcher to his servant, "and shut the door behind you." 8 SEVENOAKS. The girl came in, shut the door, and waited, leaning against it. "Go," said her master in a low tone, "and tell Mrs. Bel- cher that I am busy, and that she must choke her off. I can't see her to-night. I can't see her." The girl retired, and soon afterward Mrs. Belcher came, and reported that she could do nothing with Miss Butter- worth that Miss Butterworth was determined to see him before she left the house. "Bring her in; I'll make short work with her." As soon as Mrs. Belcher retired, her husband hurried to the mirror, brushed his hair back fiercely, and then sat down to a pile of papers that he always kept conveniently upon his library table. "Come in," said Mr. Belcher, in his blandest tone, when Miss Butterworth was conducted to his room. "Ah ! Keziah? " said Mr. Belcher, looking up with a smile, as if an unexpected old friend had come to him. "My name is Butterworth, and it's got a handle to it, ' said that bumptious lady, quickly. ''Well, but, Keziah, you know we used to " "My name is Butterworth, I tell you, and it's got a handle to it." "Well, Miss Butterworth happy -to see you hope you are well take a chair." "Humph," exclaimed Miss Butterworth, dropping down upon the edge of a large chair, whose back felt no pressure from her own during the interview. The expression of Mr. Belcher's happiness in seeing her, and his kind suggestion concerning her health, had overspread Miss Butterworth's countenance with a derisive smile, and though she was evi- dently moved to tell him that he lied, she had reasons for restraining her tongue. They formed a curious study, as they sat there together, during the first embarrassing moments. The man had spent his life in schemes for absorbing the products of the labor of others. He was cunning, brutal, vain, showy, and essentially SEVENOAKS. 9 vulgar, from his head to his feet, in every fiber of body and soul. The woman had earned with her own busy hands every dollar of money she had ever possessed. She would not have wronged a dog for her own personal advantage. Her black eyes, lean and spirited face, her prematurely whitening locks, as they were exposed by the backward fall of her old-fash- ioned, quilted hood, presented a physiognomy at once piquant and prepossessing. Robert Belcher knew that the woman before him was fear- less arid incorruptible. He knew that she despised him that bullying and brow-beating would have no influence with her, that his ready badinage would not avail, and that coaxing and soft words would be equally useless. In her presence, he was shorn of all his weapons; and he never felt so defense- less and ill at ease in his life. As Miss Butterworth did not~seem inclined to begin con- versation, Mr. Belcher hem'd and haw'd with affected non- chalance, and said: "Ah! to what am I indebted for this visit, Miss ah Butterworth?" "I'm thinking!" she replied sharply, looking into the fire, and pressing her lips together. There was nothing to be said to this, so Mr. Belcher looked doggedly at her, and waited. "I'm thinking of a man, and-he-was-a-man-every-inch-of. him, if there ever was one, and a gentleman too, if-I-know- \vhat-a-gentleman-is, who came to this town ten years ago, from-nobody-knows-where ; with a wife that was an angel, if-there-is-any-such-thing-as-an-angel. ' ' Here Miss Butterworth paused. She had laid her founda- tion, and proceeded at her leisure. " He knew more than any man in Sevenoaks, but he didn't know how to take care of himself," she went on. " He was the most ingenious creature God ever made, I do think, and his name was Paul Benedict." Mr. Belcher grew pale and fidgeted in his chair. io 8EVENOAKS. "And his name was Paul Benedict. He invented some- thing, and then he took it to Robert Belcher, and he put it into his mill, and- paid- him- just-as-little-for-it-as-he-could. And then he invented something more, and-that-went-into- the-mill ; and then something more, and the patent was used by Mr. Belcher for a song, and the man grew poorer and poorer, while-Mr. -Belcher-grew-richer-and-richer-all-the-time. And then he invented a gun, and then his little wife died, and what with the expenses of doctors and funerals and such things, and the money it took to get his patent, which-I- begged-him-for-conscience'-sake-to-keep-out-of-Robert-Belch- er's-hands, he almost starved with his little boy, and had to go to Robert Belcher for money." " And got it," said Mr. Belcher. " How much, now? A hundred little dollars for what was worth a hundred thousand, unless-everybody-lies. The whole went in a day, and then he went crazy. ' ' "Well, you know I sent him to the asylum," responded Mr. Belcher. " I know you did yes, I know you did ; and you tried to get him well enough to sign a paper, which the doctor never would let him sign, and which wouldn't have been worth a s':raw if he had signed it. The-idea-of-getting-a-crazy-man- t o-sign-a- paper ! ' ' "Well, but I wanted some security for the money I had advanced," said Mr. Belcher. " No ; you wanted legal possession of a property which would have made him rich ; that's what it was, and you didn't get it, and you never will get it. He can't be cured, and he's been sent back, and is up at Tom Buffunrs now, and I've seen him to-day." Miss Butterworth expected that this intelligence would stun Mr. Belcher, but it did not. The gratification of the man with the news was unmistaka- ble. Paul Benedict had no relatives or friends that he knew of. All his dealings with him had been without witnesses. SEVEN OAKS. ii The only person living besides Robert Belcher, who knew exactly what had passed between his victim and himself, was hopelessly insane. The difference, to him, between obtaining possession of a valuable invention of a sane or an insane man, was the difference between paying money and paying none. In what way, and with what profit, Mr. Belcher was availing himself of Paul Benedict's last invention, no one in Seven- oaks knew; but all the town knew that he was getting rich, apparently much faster than he ever was before, and that, in a distant town, there was a manufactory of what was known as " The Belcher Rifle." Mr. Belcher concluded that he was still "master of the situation." Benedict's testimony could not be taken in a court of justice. The town itself was in his hands, so that it would institute no suit on Benedict's behalf, now that he had come upon it for support ; for the Tom Buffum to whom Miss Butterworth had alluded was the keeper of the poor-house, and was one of his own creatures. Miss Butterworth had sufficient sagacity to comprehend the reasons for Mr. Belcher's change of look and manner, and saw that her evening's mission would prove fruitless ; but her true woman's heart would not permit her to relinquish her project. "Is poor Benedict comfortable?" he inquired, in his old, off-hand way. . " Comfortable yes, in the way that pigs are." "Pigs are very comfortable, I believe, as a general thing," said Mr. Belcher. " Bob Belcher," said Miss Butterworth, the tears springing to her eyes in spite of herself, and forgetting all the proprie- ties she had determined to observe, " you are a brute. You know you are a brute. He is in a little cell, no larger than than a pig-pen. There isn't a bit of furniture in it. He sleeps on the straw, and in the straw, and under the straw, and his victuals are poked at him as if he were a beast. He is a poor, patient, emaciated wretch, and he sits on the floor 12 SEVENOAKS. all day, and weaves the most beautiful things out of the straw he sits on, and Tom Buffum's girls have got them in the house for ornaments. And he talks about his rifle, and ex- plains it, and explains it, and explains it, when anybody will listen to him, and his clothes are all in rags, and that little boy of his that they have in the house, and treat no better than if he were a dog, knows he is there, and goes and looks at him, and calls to him, and cries about him whenever he dares. And you sit here, in your great house, with your carpets and chairs, that half smother you, and your looking-glasses and your fine clothes, and don't start to your feet when I tell you this. I tell you if God doesn't damn everybody who is re- sponsible for this wickedness, then there is no such thing as a God." Miss Butterworth was angry, and had grown more and more angry with every word. She had brooded over the matter all the afternoon, and her pent-up indignation had overflowed beyond control. She felt that she had spoken truth which Robert Belcher ought to hear and to heed, yet she knew that she had lost her hold upon him. Mr. Belcher listened with the greatest coolness, while a half smile overspread his face. " Don't you think I'm a pretty good-natured man to sit here," said he, "and hear myself abused in this way, without getting angry?" " No, I think you are a bad-natured man. I think you are the hardest-hearted and worst man I ever saw. What in God's name has Paul Benedict done, that he should be treated in this way? There are a dozen there just like him, or worse. Is it a crime to lose one's reason ? I wish you could spend one night in Paul Benedict's room." "Thank you. I prefer my present quarters." "Yes, you look around on your present quarters, as you call 'em, and think you'll always have 'em. You won't. Mark my words ; you won't. Some time you'll overreach yourself, and cheat yourself out of 'em. See if you don't." SEVENOAKS. 13 "It takes a smart man to cheat himself, Miss Butterworth," responded Mr. Belcher, rubbing his hands. "There is just where you're mistaken. It takes a fool." Mr. Belcher laughed outright. Then, in a patronizing way, he said: " Miss Butterworth, I have given you considerable time, and perhaps you'll be kind enough to state your busi- ness. I'm a practical man, and I really don't see anything that particularly concerns me in all this talk. Of course, I'm sorry for Benedict and the rest of 'em, but Sevenoaks isn't a very rich town, and it cannot afford to board its paupers at the hotel, or to give them many luxuries." Miss Butterworth was calm again. She knew that she had done her cause no good, but was determined to finish her errand. "Mr. Belcher, I'm a woman." "I know it, Keziali." "And my name is Butterworth." "I know it." "You do? Well, then, here is what I came to say to you. The town-meeting comes to-morrow, and the town's poor are to be sold at auction, and to pass into Tom Buffum's hands again, unless you prevent it. I can't make a speech, and I can't vote. I never wanted to until now. You can do both, and if you don't reform this business, and set Tom Buffum at doing something else, and treat God's poor more like human beings, I shall get out of Sevenoaks before it sinks; for sink it will if there is any hole big enough to hold it." "Well, I'll think of it," said Mr. Belcher, deliberately. "Tell me you'll do it." "I'm not used to doing things in a hurry. Mr. Buffum is a friend of mine, and I've always regarded him as a very good man for the place. Of course, if there's anything wrong it ought to be righted, but I think you've exaggerated." "No, you don't mean to do anything. I see it. Good- night," and she had swept out of the door before he could say another word, or rise from his chair. She went down the hill into the village. The earth was stiffening with the frost that lingered late in that latitude, and there were patches of ice, across which she picked her way. There was a great moon overhead, but just then all beautiful things, and all things that tended to lift her thoughts upward, seemed a mockery. She reached the quiet home of Rev. Sol- omon Snow. "Who knows but he can be spurred up to do something?" she said to herself. There was only one way to ascertain so she knocked at the door, and was received so kindly by Mr. Snow and Mrs. Snow and the three Misses Snow, that she sat down and un- burdened herself first, of course, as regarded Mr. Robert Belcher, and second, as concerned the Benedicts, father and son. The position of Mr. Belcher was one which inspired the minister with caution, but the atmosphere was freer in his house than in that of the proprietor. The vocal engine whose wheels had slipped upon the track with many a whirr, as she started her train in the great house on the hill, found a down grade, and went off easily. Mr. Snow sat in his arm-chair, his elbows resting on either support, the thumb and every finger of each hand touching its twin at the point, and forming a kind of gateway in front of his heart, which seemed to shut out or let in conviction at his will. Mrs. Snow and the girls, whose admiration of Miss Butterworth for having dared to invade Mr. Belcher's library was unbounded, dropped their work, and listened with eager attention. Mr. Snow opened the gate occasionally to let in a statement, but for the most part kept it closed. The judicial attitude, the imperturbable spectacles, the long, pale face and white cravat did not prevent Miss Butterworth from " freeing her mind ; ' ' and when she finished the task, a good deal had been made of the case of the insane paupers of Sevenoaks, and there was very little left of Mr. Robert Belcher and Mr. Thomas Buffum. At the close of her account of what she had seen at the SEVENOAKS. 15 poor-house, and what had passed between her and the great proprietor, Mr. Snow cast his eyes up to the ceiling, pursed his lips, and somewhere in the profundities of his nature, or in some celestial laboratory, unseen by any eyes but his own, prepared his judgments. " Cases of this kind," said he, at last, to his excited visi- tor, whose eyes glowed like coals as she looked into his im- passive face, "are to be treated with great prudence. We are obliged to take things as they air. Personally (with a rising inflection and a benevolent smile), I should rejoice to see the insane poor clothed and in their right mind." "Let us clothe 'em, then, anyway," interjected Miss But- terworth, impatiently. "And, as for being in their right rnind, that's more than can be said of those that have the care of 'em." "Personally Miss Butterworth, excuse me I should re- joice to see them clothed and in their right mind, but the age of miracles is past. We have to deal with the facts of to-day with things as they air. It is possible, nay, for aught I know, it may be highly probable, that in other towns pauper- ism may fare better than it does with us. It is to be remem- bered that Sevenoaks is itself poor, and its poverty becomes one of the factors of the problem which you have propounded to us. The town of Buxton, our neighbor over here, pays taxes, let us say, of seven mills on the dollar; we pay seven mills on the dollar. Buxton is rich ; we are poor. Buxton has few paupers ; we have many. Consequently, Buxton may main- tain its paupers in what may almost be regarded as a state of affluence. It may go as far as feather-beds and winter fires for the aged ; nay, it may advance to some economical form of teeth-brushes, and still demand no more sacrifice from its people than is constantly demanded of us to maintain our poor in a humbler way. Then there are certain prudential considerations certain, I might almost say, moral considera- tions which are to be taken into account. It will never do, in a town like ours, to make pauperism attractive to make 1 6 SEVENOAKS. our pauper establishments comfortable asylums for idleness. It must, in some way, be made to seem a hardship to go to the poor-house." " Well, Sevenoaks has taken care of that with a vengeance," burst out Miss Butterworth. " Excuse me, Miss Butterworth ; let me repeat, that it must be made to seem a hardship to go to the poor-house. Let us say that we have accomplished this very desirable result. So far, so good. Give our system whatever credit may belong to it, and still let us frankly acknowledge that we have suffer- ing left that ought to be alleviated. How much ? In what way ? Here we come into contact with another class of facts. Paupers have less of sickness and death among them than any other class in the community. There are paupers in our es- tablishment that have been there for twenty-five years a fact which, if it proves anything, proves that a large proportion of the wants of our present civilization are not only artificial in their origin, but harmful in their gratifications. Our poor are compelled to go back nearer to nature to old mother na- ture and they certainly get a degree of compensation for it. It increases the expenses of the town, to be sure." " Suppose we inquire of them," struck in Miss Butterworth again, " and find out whether they would not rather be treated better and die earlier." " Paupers are hardly in a position to be consulted in that way," responded Mr. Snow, "and the alternative is one which, considering their moral condition, they would nave no right to entertain." Miss Butterworth had sat through this rather desultory dis- quisition with what patience she could command, breaking in upon it impulsively at various points, and seen that it was drifting nowhere at least, that it was not drifting toward the object of her wishes. Then she took up the burden of talk, and carried it on in her very direct way. "All you say is well enough, I suppose," she began, "but I don't stop to reason about it, and I don't wish to. Here is SEVENOAKS. 17 a lot of human beings that are treated like brutes sold every year to the lowest bidder, to be kept. They go hungry, and naked, and cold. They are in the hands of a man who has no more blood in his heart than there is in a turnip, and we pretend to be Christians, and go to church, and coddle our- selves with comforts, and pay no more attention to them than we should if their souls had gone where their money went. I tell you it's a sin and a shame, and I know it. I feel it. And there's a gentleman among 'em, and his little boy, and they must be taken out of that place, or treated better in it. I've made up my mind to that, and if the men of Sevenoaks don't straighten matters on that horrible old hill, then they're just no men at all." Mr. Snow smiled a calm, self-respectful smile, that said, as plainly as words could say : " Oh ! I know women : they are amiably impulsive, but impracticable." " Have you ever been there? " inquired Miss Butterworth, sharply. "Yes, I've been there." " And conscience forbid ! " broke in Mrs. Snow, "that he should go again, and bring home what he' brought home that time. It took me the longest time to get them out of the house ! " " Mrs. Snow ! my dear ! you forget that we have a stranger present." "Well, I don't forget those strangers, anyway ! " The three Misses Snow tittered, and looked at one an- other, but were immediately solemnized by a glance from their father. Mrs. Snow, having found her tongue a characteristically lively and emphatic one went on to say : " I think Miss Butterworth is right. It's a burning shame, and you ought to go to the meeting to-morrow, and put it down." " Easily said, my dear," responded Mr. Snow, "but you forget that Mr. Belcher is Buffum's friend, and that it is im- ,3 SEVEN OAKS. possible to carry any measure against him in Sevenoaks. 1 grant that it ought not to be so. I wish it were otherwise ; but we must take things as they air." "To take things as they air," was a cardinal aphorism in Mr. Snow's budget of wisdom. It was a good starting-point for any range of reasoning, and exceedingly useful to a man of limited intellect and little moral courage. The real truth of the case had dawned upon Miss Butterworth, and it had rankled in the breast of Mrs. Snow from the beginning of his pointless talk. He was afraid of offending Robert Belcher, for not only did his church need repairing, but his salary was in arrears, and the wolf that had chased so many up the long hill to what was popularly known as Tom Buffum's Boarding House he had heard many a night, while his family was sleep- ing, howling with menace in the distance. Mrs. Snow rebelled, in every part of her nature, against the power which had cowed her reverend companion. There is nothing that so goads a spirited woman to madness as the realization that any man controls her husband. He may be subservient to her a cuckold even but to be mated with a man whose soul is neither his own nor wholly hers, is to her the torment of torments, "I wish Robert .Belcher was hanged," said Mrs. Snow, spitefully. "Amen! and my name is Butterworth, responded that lady, making sure that there should be no mistake as to the responsibility for the utterance. "Why, mother!" exclaimed the three hisses Snow, in wonder. "And drawn and quartered !" added Mrs. Snow, empha- tically. "Amen, again !" responded Miss Butterworth. " Mrs. Snow ! my dear ! You forget that you are a Chris- tian pastor's wife, and that there is a stranger present." "No, that is just what I don't forget," said Mrs. Snow. " I see a Christian pastor afraid of a man of the world, who SEVEN O AILS. 19 cares no more about Christianity than he does about a pair of old shoes, and who patronizes it for the sake of shutting its mouth against him. It makes me angry, and makes me wish I were a man ; and you ought to go to that meeting to-mor- row, as a Christian pastor, and put down this shame and wickedness. You have influence, if you will use it. All the people want is a leader, and some one to tell them the truth." "Yes, father, I'm sure you have a great deal of influence," said the elder Miss Snow. " A great deal of influence," responded the next in years. "Yes, indeed," echoed the youngest. Mr. Snow established the bridge again, by bringing his fingers together, whether to keep out the flattery that thus came like a subtle balm to his heart, or to keep in the self-complacency which had been engendered, was not apparent. He smiled, looking benevolently out upon the group, and said: "Oh, you women are so hasty, so hasty, so hasty! I had not said that I would not interfere. Indeed, I had pretty much made up my mind to do so. But I wanted you in advance to see things as they air. It may be that some- thing can be done, and it certainly will be a great satis- faction to me if I can be the humble instrument for the accomplishment of a reform." "And you will go to the meeting? and you will speak?" said Miss Butterworth, eagerly. "Yes!" and Mr. Snow looked straight into Miss Butter- worth's tearful eyes, and smiled. " The Lord add His blessing, and to His name be all the praise! Good-night!*'' said Miss Butterworth, rising and making for the door. "Dear," said Mrs. Snow, springing and catching her by the arm, "don't you think you ought to put on something more? It's very chilly to-night." " Not a rag. I'm hot. I believe I should roast if I had on a feather more." 20 BEVENOAKS. "Wouldn't you like Mr. Snow to go home with you? He can go just as well as not," insisted Mrs. Snow. "" Certainly, just as well as not," repeated the elder Miss Snow, followed by the second with : "as well as not," and by the third with : " and be glad to do it." "No no no no" to each. "I can get along better without him, and I don't mean to give him a chance to take back what he has said. ' ' Miss Butterworth ran down the steps, the whole family standing in the open door, with Mr. Snow, in his glasses, be- hind his good-natured, cackling flock, thoroughly glad that his protective services were deemed of so small value by the brave little tailoress. Then Miss Butterworth could see the moon and the stars. Then she could see how beautiful the night was. Then she became conscious of the everlasting roar of the cataracts, and of the wreaths of mist that they sent up into the crisp even- ing air. To the fear of anything in Sevenoaks, in the day or in the night, she was a stranger ; so, with a light heart, talk- ing and humming to herself, she went by the silent mill, the noisy dram-shops, and, with her benevolent spirit full of hope and purpose, reached the house where, in a humble hired room she had garnered all her treasures, including the bed and the linen which she had prepared years before for an event that never took place. "The Lord add His blessing, and to His name be all the praise," she said, as she extinguished the candle, laughing in spite of herself, to think how she had blurted out the prayer and the ascription in the face of Solomon Snow. "Well, he's a broken reed- -a broken reed but I hope Mrs. Snow will tie something to him or starch him or something to make him stand straight for once," and then she went to sleep, and dreamed of fighting with Robert Bel- cher all night. CHAPTER II. MR. BELCHER CARRIES HIS POINT AT THE TOWN-MEETING, AND THE POOR ARE KNOCKED DOWN TO THOMAS BUFFUM. THE abrupt departure of Miss Butterworth left Mr. Belcher piqued and surprised. Although he regarded himself as still "master of the situation " to use his own pet phrase, the visit of that spirited woman had in various ways humiliated him. To sit in his own library, with an intruding woman who not only was not afraid of him but despised him, to sit before her patiently and be called "Bob Belcher," and a brute, and not to have the privilege of kicking her out of doors, was the severest possible trial of his equanimity. She left him so suddenly that he had not had the opportunity to insult her, for he had fully intended to do this before she re- tired. He had determined, also, as a matter of course, that in regard to the public poor of Sevenoaks he would give all his influence toward maintaining the existing state of things. The idea of being influenced by a woman, particularly by a woman over whom he had no influence, to change his policy with regard to anything, public or private, was one against which all the brute within him rebelled. In this state of mind, angry with himself for having toler- ated one who had so boldly and ruthlessly wounded his self- love, he had but one resort. He could not confess his humiliation to his wife ; and there was no one in the world with whom he could hold conversation on the subject, except his old confidant who came into the mirror when wanted, and conveniently retired when the interview closed. Rising from his chair, ar.d approaching his mirror, as if he 21 22 SEVEN OAKS. had been whipped, he stood a full minute regarding his dis- graced and speechless image. "Are you Robert Belcher, Esquire, of Sevenoaks ? " he inquired, at length. "Are you the person who has been insulted by a woman ? Look at me, sir ! Turn not away ! Have you any constitutional objec- tions to telling me how you feel? Are you, sir, the proprie- tor of this house ? Are you the owner of yonder mill ? Are you the distinguished person who carries Sevenoaks in his pocket ? How are the mighty fallen ! And you, sir, who have been insulted by a tailoress, can stand here, and look me in the face, and still pretend to be a man ! You are a scoundrel, sir a low, mean-spirited scoundrel, sir. You are nicely dressed, but you are a puppy. Dare to tell me you are not, and I will grind you under my foot, as I would grind a worm. Don't give me a word not a word ! I am not in a mood to bear it ! " Having vented his indignation and disgust, with the fiercest facial expression and the most menacing gesticulations, he became calm, and proceeded : " Benedict at the poor-house, hopelessly insane ! Tell me now, and, mark you, no lies here ! Who developed his inven- tions ? Whose money was risked ? What did it cost Bene- dict? Nothing. What did it cost Robert Belcher ? More thousands than Benedict ever dreamed of. Have you don? your duty, Robert Belcher? Ay, ay, sir! I believe you. Did you turn his head ? No, sir. I believe you ; it is well ! I have spent money for him first and last, a great deal of money for him; and any man or woman who disputes me is a liar a base, malignant liar ! Who is still master of the situa- tion ? Whose name is Norval ? Whose are these Grampian Hills? Who intends to go to the town-meeting to-morrow, and have things fixed about as he wants them ? Who will make Keziah Butterworth weep and howl with anguish ? Let Robert Belcher alone! Alone! Far in azure depths of space (here Mr. Belcher extended both arms heavenward, and regarded his image admiringly), far far away ! Well, you're SEVENOAKS. 23 a pretty good-looking man, after all, and I'll let you off this time; but don't let me catch you playing baby to another woman ! I think you'll be able to take care of yourself [nodding slowly.] By-by ! Good-night ! " Mr. Belcher retired from the glass with two or three pro- found bows, his face beaming with restored self-complacency, and, taking his chair, he resumed his cigar. At this moment, there arose in his memory a single sentence he had read in the warrant for the meeting of the morrow: " To see if the town will take any steps for the improvement of the condi- tion of the poor, now supported at the public charge." When he read this article of the warrant, posted in the public places of the village, it had not impressed him particu- larly. Now, he saw Miss Butterworth's hand in it. Evi- dently, Mr. Belcher was not the only man who had bee a honored by a call from that philanthropic woman. As he thought the matter over, he regretted that, for the sake cf giving form and force to his spite against her, he should Ixi obliged to relinquish the popularity he might have won by favoring a reformative measure. He saw something in it, also, that might be made to add to Tom Buffum's profits , but even this consideration weighed nothing against his desire for personal revenge, to be exhibited in the form of tri umphant personal power. He rose from his chair, walked his room, swinging hia hands backward and forward, casting furtive glances into his mirror, and then rang his bell. He had arm'ed at a conclu- sion. He had fixed upon his scheme, and was ready for work. " Tell Phipps to come here," he said to the maid who re- sponded to the summons. Phipps was his coachman, body-servant, table-waiter, pet, butt for his jests, tool, man of alt occasions. He considered himself a part of Mr. Belcher's personal property. To be the object of his clumsy badinage, when visitors were present and his master was particularly amiable, was equivalent to an hon- orable public notice. He took Mr. Belcher's cast-off clothes, 24 SEVENOAKS. and had them reduced in their dimensions for his own wear- ing, and was thus always able to be nearly as well dressed and foppish as the man for whom they were originally made. He was as insolent to others as he was obsequious to his master a flunky by nature and long education. Phipps appeared. "Well, Phipps, what are you here for?" inquired Mr. Belcher. " I was told you wanted me, sir," looking doubtfully with his cunning eyes into Mr. Belcher's face, as if questioning his mood. " How is your health? You look feeble. Overwhelmed by your tremendous duties ? Been sitting up late along back ? jEh ? You rascal ! Who's the happy woman? " Phipps laughed, and twiddled his ringers. " You're a precious fellow, and I've got to get rid of you. You are altogether too many for me. Where did you get that coat ? It seems to me I've seen something like that before. Just tell me how you do it, man. I can't dress the way you do. Yes, Phipps, you're too many for me ! " Phipps smiled, aware that he was expected to make no reply. " Phipps, do you expect to get up to-morrow morning? " "Yes, .sir." " Oh, you do ! Very well ! See that you do." "Yes, sir." " And Phipps" "Yes, sir." " Bring the grays and the light wagon to the door to-mor- row morning at seven o'clock." "Yes, sir." "And Phipps, gather all the old clothes about the house that you can't use yourself, and tie 'em up in a bundle, and put 'em into the back of the wagon. Mum is the word, and if Mrs. Belcher asks you any questions, tell her I think of turning Sister of Charity." SEVENOAKS. 25 Phipps snickered. "And Phipps, make a basket of cold meat and goodies, and put in with the clothes." "Yes, sir." "And Phipps, remember: seven o'clock, sharp, and no soldiering." "Yes, sir." " And Phipps, here is a cigar that cost twenty-five cents. Do it up in a paper, and lay it away. Keep it to remember me by." This joke was too good to be passed over lightly, and so Phipps giggled, took the cigar, put it caressingly to his nose, and then slipped it into his pocket. " Now make yourself scarce," said his master, ar.d the man retired, entirely conscious that the person he served had some rascally scheme on foot, and heartily sympathetic with him in the project of its execution. Promptly at seven the next morning, the rakish pair of trotters stood before the door, with a basket and a large bundle in the back of the rakish little wagon. Almost at the same moment, the proprietor came out, buttoning his over- coat. Phipps leaped out, then followed his master into the wagon, who, taking the reins, drove off at a rattling pace up the long hill toward Tom Buffum's boarding-house. The road lay entirely outside of the village, so that the unusual drive was not observed. Arriving at the poor-house, Mr. Belcher gave the reins to his servant, and, with a sharp rap upon the door with the bntt of his whip, summoned to the latch the red-faced and stuffy keeper. What passed between them, Phipps did not hear, although he tried very hard to do so. At the close of a half hour's buzzing conversation, Tom Buffum took the bundle from the wagon, and pitched it into his doorway. Then, with the basket on his arm, he and Mr. Belcher made their way across the street to the dormitories and cells occupied by the paupers of both sexes and all ages and conditions. Even 2 s6 SEVEN OAKS. the hard-hearted proprietor saw that which wounded his blunted sensibilities; but he looked on with a bland face, and witnessed the greedy consumption of the stale dainties of his own table. It was by accident that he was led out by a side passage, and there he caught glimpses of the cells to which Miss But- terworth had alluded, and inhaled an atmosphere which sickened him to paleness, and brought to his lips the ex- clamation : " For God's sake let's get out of this." " Ay ! ay !" came tremblingly from behind the bars of a cell, " let's get out of this." Mr. Belcher pushed toward the light, but not so quickly that a pair of eyes, glaring from the straw, failed to recognize him. " Robert Belcher ! Oh, for God's sake I Robert Belcher !" It was a call of wild distress a whine, a howl, an objurga- tion, all combined. It was repeated as long as he could hear it. It sounded in his ears as he descended the hill. It came again and again to him as he was seated at his comfortable breakfast. It rang in the chambers of his consciousness for hours, and only a firm and despotic will expelled it at last. He knew the voice, and he never wished to hear it again. What he had seen that morning, and what he had done, where he had been, and why he had gone, were secrets to which his wife and children were not admitted. The rela- tions between himself and his wife were not new in the world. He wished to retain her respect, so he never revealed to her his iniquities. She wished as far as possible to respect him, so she never made uncomfortable inquiries. He was bounti- ful to her. He had been bountiful to many others. She clothed and informed all his acts of beneficence with the motives which became them. If she was ever shocked by his vulgarity, he never knew it by any word of hers, in disap- proval. If she had suspicions, she did not betray them. Her children were trained to respect their father, and among them she found the satisfactions of her life. He had long SEVENOAKS. 27 ceased* to be her companion. As an associate, friend, lover, she had given him up, and, burying in her heart all her griefs and all her loneliness, had determined to make the best of her life, and to bring her children to believe that their father was a man of honor, of whom they had no reason to be ashamed. If she was proud, hers was an amiable pride, and to Mr. Belcher's credit let it be said that he respected her as much as he wished her to honor him. For an hour after breakfast, Mr. Belcher was occupied in his library, with his agent, in the transaction of his daily business. Then, just as the church bell rang its preliminary summons for the assembling of the town-meeting, Phipps came to the door again with the rakish grays and the rakish wagon, and Mr. Belcher drove down the steep hill into the village, exchanging pleasant words with the farmers whom he encountered on the way, and stopping at various shops, to speak with those upon whom he depended for voting through whatever public schemes he found it desirable to favor. The old town-hall was thronged for half-an-hour before the time designated in the warrant. Finally, the bell ceased to ring, at the exact moment when Mr. Belcher drove to the door and ascended the steps. There was a buzz all over the house when he entered, and he was surrounded at once. "Have it just as you want it," shaking his head ostenta- tiously and motioning them away, " don't mind anything about me. I'm a passenger," he said aloud, and with a laugh, as the meeting was called to order and the warrant read, and a nomination for moderator demanded. " Peter Vernol," shouted a dozen voices in unison. Peter Vernol had represented the district in the Legisla- ture, and was supposed to be familiar with parliamentary usage. He was one of Mr. Belcher's men, of course as truly owned and controlled by him as Phipps himself. Peter Vernol became moderator by acclamation. He was a young man, and, ascending the platform very red in the 28 SEVEN OAKS. face, and looking out upon the assembled voters of Seven- oaks, he asked with a trembling voice : " What is the further pleasure of the meeting?" " I move you," said Mr. Belcher, rising, and throwing open his overcoat, "that the Rev. Solomon Snow, whom I am ex- ceedingly glad to see present, open our deliberations with prayer. ' ' The moderator, forgetting apparently that the motion had not been put, thereupon invited the reverend gentleman to the platform, from which, when his service had been com- pleted, he with dignity retired but with the painful con- sciousness that in some way Mr. Belcher had become aware of the philanthropic task he had undertaken. He knew he was beaten, at the very threshold of his enterprise that his con- versations of the morning among his neighbors had been reported, and that Paul Benedict and his fellow-sufferers would be none the better for him. f The business connected with the various articles of the war- rant was transacted without notable discussion or difference. Mr. Belcher's ticket for town officers, which he took pains to show to those around him, was unanimously adopted. When it came to the question of schools, Mr. Belcher indulged in a few nights of oratory. He thought it impossible for a town like Sevenoaks to spend too much money for schools. He felt himself indebted to the public school for all that he was, and all that he had won. The glory of America, in his view its pre-eminence above all the exhausted and decayed civiliza- tions of the Old World was to be found in popular educa- tion. It was the distinguishing feature of our new and abound- ing national life. Drop it, falter, recede, and the darkness that now hangs over England, and the thick darkness that envelops the degenerating hordes of the Continent, would settle down upon fair America, and blot her out forever from the list of the earth's teeming nations. He would pay good wages to teachers. He would improve school-houses, and he would do it as a matter of economy. It was, in his view, the only SEVENOAKS. 29 safeguard against the encroachments of a destructive pauper- ism. " We are soon," said Mr. Belcher, "to consider whether we will take any steps for the improvement of the condition of the poor, now supported at the public charge. Here is our first step. Let us endow our children with such- a degree of intelligence that pauperism shall be impossible. In this thing I go hand in hand with the clergy. On many points I do not agree with them, but on this matter of popular education, I will do them the honor to say that they have uniformly been in advance of the rest of us. I join hands with them here to-day, and, as any advance in our rate of taxation for schools will bear more heavily upon me than upon any other citizen I do not say it boastingly, gentlemen I pledge myself to support and stand by it." Mr. Belcher's speech, delivered with majestic swellings of his broad chest, the ostentatious removal of his overcoat, and brilliant passages of oratorical action, but most imperfectly summarized in this report, was received with cheers. Mr. Snow himself feebly joined in the approval, although he knew it was intended to disarm him. His strength, his resolution, his courage, ebbed away with sickening rapidity ; and he was not reassured by a glance toward the door, where he saw, sitting quite alone, Miss Butterworth herself, who had come in for the purpose partly of strengthening him, and partly of informing herself concerning the progress of a reform which had taken such strong hold upon her sympathies. ~ At length the article in the warrant which most interested that good lady was taken up, and Mr. Snow rose to speak upon it. He spoke of the reports he had heard concerning the bad treatment that the paupers, and especially those who were hopelessly insane, had received in the almshouse, en- larged upon the duties of humanity and Christianity, and expressed the conviction that the enlightened people of Seven- oaks should spend more money for the comfort of the unfortunate whom Heaven had thrown upon their charge, and particularly that they should institute a more search- 30 SEVEN OAKS. ing and competent inspection of their pauper establish- ment. As he took his seat, all eyes were turned upon Mr. Belcher, and that gentleman rose for a second exhibition of his charac- teristic eloquence. "I do not forget," said Mr. Belcher, "that we have pre- sent here to-day an old and well-tried public servant. I see before me Mr. Thomas Buffum, who, for years, has had in charge the poor, not only of this town, but of this county. I do not forget that his task has been one of great delicacy, with the problem constantly before him how to maintain in comfort our most unfortunate class of population, and at the same time to reduce to its minimum the burden of our tax- payers. That he has solved this problem and served the public well, I most firmly believe. He has been for many years my trusted personal friend, and I cannot sit here and hear his administration questioned, and his integrity and humanity doubted, without entering my protest. [Cheers, during which Mr. Buffum grew very red in the face.] He has had a task to perform before which the bravest of us would shrink. We, who sit in our peaceful homes, know little of the hardships to which this faithful public servant has been subjected. Pau- perism is ungrateful. Pauperism is naturally filthy. Pauperism is noisy. It consists of humanity in its most repulsive forms, and if we have among us a man who can who can stand it, let us stand by him." [Tremendous cheers.] Mr. Belcher paused until the wave of applause had sub- sided, and then went on : " An open-hand, free competition : this has been my policy, in a business of whose prosperity you are the best judges. I say an open-hand and free competition in everything. How shall we dispose of our poor? Shall they be disposed of by^ private arrangement sold out to favorites, of whose respon- sibility we know nothing ? [Cries of no, no, no !] If any- body who is responsible and now he is attacked, mark you, I propose to stand behind and be responsible for Mr. Buffum SEVEN OAKS. 31 myself can do the work cheaper and better than Mr. Buffum, let him enter at once upon the task. But let the competition be free, nothing covered up. Let us have clean hands in this business, if nowhere else. If we cannot have impartial deal- ing, where the interests of humanity are concerned, we are unworthy of the trust we have assumed. I give the Rev. Mr. Snow credit for motives that are unimpeachable unimpeacha- ble, sir. I do not think him capable of intentional wrong, and I wish to ask him, here and now, whether, within a recent period, he has visited the pauper establishment of Sevenoaks." Mr. Snow rose and acknowledged that it was a long time since he had entered Mr. Buffum's estab] : sliment. " I thought so. He has listened to the voice of rumor. Very well. I have to say that I have been there recently, and have walked through the establishment. I should do injustice to myself, and fail to hint to the reverend gentleman, and all those who sympathize with him, what I regard as one of their neglected duties, if I should omit to mention that I did not go empty-handed. [Loud cheers.] It is easy for those who neglect their own duties to suspect that others do the same. I know our paupers are not supported in luxury. We cannot afford to support them in luxury ; but I wash my hands of all responsibility for inhumanity and inattention to their reason- able wants. The reverend gentleman himself knows, I think, whether any man ever came to me for assistance on behalf of any humane or religious object, and went away without aid. I cannot consent to be placed in a position that reflects upon my benevolence, and, least of all, by the reverend gentleman who has reflected upon that administration of public charity which has had, and still retains, my approval. I therefore move that the usual sum be appropriated for the support of the poor > and that at the close of this meeting the care of the poor for the ensuing year be disposed of at public auction to the lowest bidder." Mr. Snow was silent, for he knew that he was impotent. 32 SEVENOAKS. Then there jumped up a little man with tumbled hair, weazened face, and the general look of a broken-down gen- tleman, who was recognized by the moderator as ' ' Dr. Rad- cliffe." "Mr. Moderator," said he, in a screaming voice, "as I am the medical attendant and inspector of our pauper estab- lishment, it becomes proper for me, in seconding the motion of Mr. Belcher, as I heartily do, to say a few words, and sub- mit my report for the past year." Dr. Radcliffe was armed with a large document, and the assembled voters of Sevenoaks were getting tired. "I move,*' said Mr. Belcher, "that, as the hour is late, the reading of the report be dispensed with." The motion was seconded, and carried nem. con. The Doctor was wounded in a sensitive spot, and was deter- mined not to be put down. " I may at least say," he went on, " that I have made some discoveries during the past year that ought to be in the pos- session of the scientific world. It takes less food to support a pauper than it does any other man, and I believe the reason is that he hasn't any mind. If I take two potatoes, one goes to the elaboration of mental processes, the other to the sup- port of the physical economy. The pauper has only a physi- cal economy, and he needs but one potato. Anemia is the normal condition of the pauper. He breathes comfortably an atmosphere which would give a healthy man asphyxia. Hearty food produces inflammatory diseases and a general condition of hypertrophy. The character of the diseases at .the poor-house, during the past year, has been typhoid. I have suggested to Mr. Buffum better ventilation, a change from farinaceous to nitrogenous food as conducive to a better condition of the mucous surfaces and a more perfect oxyda- tion of the vital fluids. Mr. Buffum ''' " Oh, git out !" shouted a voice at the rear. " Question ! question !" called a dozen voices. The moderator caught a wink and a nod from Mr. Belcher, SEVENOAKS. 33 and put the question, amid the protests of Dr. Radcliffe ; and it was triumphantly carried. And now, as the town-meeting drops out of this story, let us leave it, and leave Mr. Thomas Buffum at its close to under- bid all contestants for the privilege of feeding the paupers of Sevenoaks for another ye.ir, 2* CHAPTER ill. IN WHICH JIM FENTON IS INTRODUCED TO THE READER AND INTRODUCES HIMSELF TO MISS BUTTERWORTH. Miss BUTTERWORTH, while painfully witnessing the defeat of her hopes from the last seat in the hall, was conscious of the presence at her side of a very singular-looking personage, who evidently did not belong in Sevenoaks. He was a woods- man, who had been attracted to the hall by his desire to wit- ness the proceedings. His clothes, originally of strong mate- rial, were patched ; he held in his hand a fur cap without a visor ; and a rifle leaned on the bench at his side. She had been attracted to him by his thoroughly good-natured face, his noble, muscular figure, and certain exclamations that escaped from his lips during the speeches. Finally, he turned to her, and with a smile so broad and full that it brought an answer to her own face, he said : " This 'ere breathin' is worse nor an old swamp. I'm goin', and good-bye to ye !" Why this remark, personally addressed to her, did not offend her, coming as it did from a stranger, she did not know ; but it certainly did not seem impudent. There was something so simple and strong and manly about him, as he had sat there by her side, contrasted with the baser and bet- ter dressed men before her, that she took his address as an honorable courtesy. When the woodsman went out upon the steps of the town- hall, to get a breath, he found there such an assembly of boys as usually gathers in villages on the smallest public occasion. Squarely before the door stood Mr. Belcher's grays, and in Mr. Belcher's wagon sat Mr. Belcher's man, Phipps. Phipps 34 SEVEN OAKS. 35 was making the most of his position. He was proud of his horses, proud of his clothes, proud of the whip he was care- lessly snapping, proud of belonging to Mr. Belcher. The boys were laughing at his funny remarks, envying him his proud eminence, and discussing the merits of the horses and the various points of the attractive establishment. As the stranger appeared, he looked down upon the boys with a broad smile, which attracted them at once, and quite diverted them from their flattering attentions to Phipps a fact quickly perceived by the latter, and as quickly revenged in a way peculiar to himself and the man from whom he had learned it. "This is the hippopotamus, gentlemen," said Phipps, " fresh from his native woods. He sleeps underneath the banyan-tree, and lives on the nuts of the hick-o-ree, and pur- sues his prey with his tail extended upward and one eye open, and has been known when excited by hunger to eat small boys, spitting out their boots with great violence. Keep out of his way, gentlemen ! Keep out of his way, and observe his wickedness at a distance." Phipps' s saucy speech was received with a great roar by the boys, who were surprised to notice that the animal himself was not only not disturbed, but very much amused by being shown up as a curiosity. "Well, you're a new sort of a monkey, anyway," said the woodsman, after the laugh had subsided. "I never hearn one talk afore." "You never will again," retorted Phipps, "if you give me any more of your lip." The woodsman walked quickly toward Phipps, as if he were about to pull him from his seat. Phipps saw the motion, started the horses, and was out of his way in an instant. The boys shouted in derision, but Phipps did not come back, and the stranger was the hero. They gathered around him, asking questions, all of which he good-naturedly an- 3vas ever did. I hope He likes the 'rangement, and won't put nothin' in the way on't. Amen! I'm goin' to bed." Jim put his last determination into immediate execution. He found Mr. Benedict in his first nap, from which he felt obliged to rouse him, with the information that it was "all right," and that the quicker the house was finished the better it would be for all concerned. The next morning, Turk having been substituted for the child in the foreground of the front elevation of the hotel, the two men went up to Miss Butterworth's, and exhibited and talked over the plans. They received many valuable hints from the prospective mistress of the prospective man- sion. The stoop was to be made broader for the accommo- dation of visitors ; more room for wardrobes was suggested, with little conveniences for housekeeping, which complicated the plans not a little. Mr. Benedict carefully noted them all, to be wrought out at his leisure. Jim's love had wrought a miracle in the night. He had said nothing about it to his architect, but it had lifted him above the bare utilities of a house, so that he could see the use of beauty. "Thar's one thing," said he, "as thar hain't none on us thought on ; but it come to me last night. There's a place where the two ruffs come together that wants somethin', an' it seems to me it's a cupalo somethin' to stan' up over the whole thing, and say to them as comes, ' Hallelujer ! ' We've done a good deal for house-keepin', now let's do somethin' for glory. It's jest like a ribbon on a bonnet, or a blow on a potato-vine. It sets it off, an' makes a kind o' Fourth o' July for it. What do ye say, little woman ?" The "little woman" accepted the suggestion, and admitted that it would at least make the building look more like a hotel. All the details settled, the two men went away, and poor 8 1 70 SEVENOAKS. Benedict had a rough time in getting back to camp. Jim could hardly restrain himself from going through in a single day, so anxious was he to get at his traps and resume work upon the house. There was no fatigue too great for him now. The whole world was bright and full of promise ; and he could not have been happier or more excited if he had been sure that at the year's end a palace and a princess were to be the reward of his enterprise. CHAPTER XIII. WHICH INTRODUCES SEVERAL RESIDENTS OF SEVENOAKS TO THE METROPOLIS AND A NEW CHARACTER TO THE READER. HARRY BENEDICT was in the great city. When his story was known by Mrs. Balfour a quiet, motherly woman and she was fully informed of her husband's plans concerning him, she received him with a cordiality and tenderness which won his heart and made him entirely at home. The wonders' of the shops, the wonders of the streets, the wonders of the places of public amusement, the music of the churches, the inspiration of the great tides of life that swept by him on every side, were in such sharp contrast to the mean condi- tions to which he had been accustomed, that he could hardly sleep. Indeed, the dreams of his unquiet slumbers were formed of less attractive constituents than the visions of his waking hours. He had entered a new world, which stimulated his imagination, and furnished him with marvelous materials for growth. He had been transformed by the clothing of the lad whose place he had taken into a city boy, difficult to be recognized by those who had previously known him. He hardly knew himself, and suspected his own consciousness of cheating him. For several days he had amused himself in his leisure hours by watching a huge house opposite to that of the Balfours, into which was pouring a stream of furniture. Huge vans were standing in front of it, or coming and departing, from morning until night, Dressing-cases, book-cases, chairs, mirrors, candelabra, beds, tables everything necessary and 171 1 72* SEVENOAKS. elegant in the furniture of a palace, were unloaded and carried in. All day long, too, he could see through the large windows the active figure and beautiful face of a woman who seemed to direct and control the movements of all who were engaged in the work. The Balfours had noticed the same thing; but, beyond wondering who was rich or foolish enough to purchase and furnish Palgrave's Folly, they had given the matter no atten- tion. They were rich, of good family, of recognized culture and social importance, and it did not seem to them that any one whom they would care to know- would be willing to occupy a house so pronounced in vulgar display. They were people whose society no money could buy. If Robert Belcher had been worth a hundred millions instead of one, the fact would not have been taken into consideration in deciding any social question relating to him. Finally the furnishing was complete; the windows were polished, the steps were furbished, and nothing seemed to wait but the arrival of the family for which the dwelling had been prepared. One late afternoon, before the lamps were lighted in the streets, he could see that the house was illuminated ; and just as the darkness came on, a carriage drove up and a family alighted. The doors were thrown open, the beautiful woman stood upon the threshold, and all ran up to enter. She kissed the lady of the house, kissed the children, shook hands . cordially with the gentleman of the party, and then the doors were swung to, and they were shut from the sight of the street ; but just as the man entered, the light from the hall and the light from the street revealed the flushed face and portly figure of Robert Belcher. Harry knew him, and ran down stairs to Mrs. Balfour, pale and agitated as if he had seen a ghost. "It is Mr. Belcher," he said, " and I must go back. I know he'll find me ; I must go back to-morrow." It was a long time before the family could pacify him and as- SEVENOAKS. 173 sure him of their power to protect him ; but they did it at last, though they left him haunted with the thought that he might be exposed at any moment to the new companions of his life as a pauper and the son of a pauper. The great humiliation had been burned into his soul. The petty tyrannies of Torn Buffum had cowed him, so that it would be difficult for him ever to emerge from their influence into a perfectly free boy- hood and manhood. Had they been continued long enough, they would have ruined him. Once he had been entirely in the power of adverse circumstances and a brutal will, and he was almost incurably wounded. The opposite side of the street presented very different scenes. Mrs. Belcher found, through the neighborly services of Mrs. Dillingham, that her home was all prepared for her, even to the selection and engagement of her domestic service. A splendid dinner was ready to be served, for which Mr. Bel- cher, who had been in constant communication with his con- venient and most officious friend, had brought the silver ; and the first business was to dispose of it. Mrs. Dillingham led the mistress of the house to her seat, distributed the children, and amused them all by the accounts she gave them of her efforts to make their entrance and welcome satisfactory. Mrs. Belcher observed her quietly, acknowledged to herself the woman's personal charms her beauty, her wit, her humor, her sprightliness, and her more than neighborly service ; but her quick, womanly instincts detected something which she did not like. She saw that Mr. Belcher was fascinated by her, and that he felt that she had rendered him and the family a service for which great gratitude was due ; but she saw that the object of his admiration was selfish that she loved power, delighted in having things her own way, and, more than all, was determined to place the mistress of the house under obli- gations to her. It would have been far more agreeable to Mrs. Belcher to find everything in confusion, than to have her house brought into habitable order by a stranger in whom she had no trust, and upon whom she had no claim. Mr. i 7 4 SEVENOAKS. Belcher had bought the house without her knowledge j Mrs. Dillingham had arranged it without her supervision. She seemed to herself to be simply a child, over whose life others had assumed the offices of administration. Mrs. Belcher was weary, and she would have been delighted to be alone with her family, but here was an intruder whom she could not dispose of. She would have been glad to go over the house alone, and to have had the privilege of dis- covery, but she must go with one who was bent on showing her everything, and giving her reasons for all that had been done. Mrs. Dillingham was determined to play her cards well with Mrs. Belcher. She was sympathetic, confidential, most respectful; but she found that lady very quiet. Mr. Belcher followed them from room to room, with wider eyes for Mrs. Dillingham than for the details of his new home. Now he could see them together the mother of his children, and the woman who had already won his heart away from her. The shapely lady, with her queenly ways, her vivacity, her graceful adaptiveness to persons and circumstances, was sharp- ly contrasted with the matronly figure, homely manners, and unresponsive mind of his wife. He pitied his wife, he pitied himself, he pitied his children, he almost pitied the dumb walls and the beautiful furniture around him. Was Mrs. Dillingham conscious of the thoughts which pos- sessed him ? Did she know that she was leading him around his house, in her assumed confidential intimacy with his wife, as she would lead a spaniel by a silken cord ? Was she aware that, as she moved side by side with Mrs. Belcher, through the grand rooms, she was displaying herself to the best ad- vantage to her admirer, and that, yoked with the wifehood and motherhood of the house, she was dragging, while he held, the plow that was tilling the deep carpets for tares that might be reaped in harvests of unhappiness? Would she have dropped the chain if she had ? Not she. To fascinate, and make a fool of, a man who was strong and SEVENOAKS. 175 cunning in his own sphere ; to have a hand gloved in officious friendship in other lives, furnished the zest of her unem- ployed life. She could introduce discord into a family without even acknowledging to herself that she had done it wittingly. She could do it, and weep over the injustice that charged her with it. Her motives were always pure ! She had always done her best to serve her friends ! and what were her re- wards ? So the victories which she won by her smiles, she made permanent by her tears. So the woman by whose intrigues the mischief came was transformed into a victim, from whose shapely shoulders the garment of blame slipped off, that soci- ety might throw over them the robes of its respectful com- miseration, and thus make her more interesting and lovely than before ! Mrs. Belcher measured very carefully, or apprehended very readily, the kind of woman she had to deal with, and felt at once that she was no match for her. She saw that she could not shake her off, so long as it was her choice to remain. She received from her no direct offense, except the offense of her uninvited presence ; but the presence meant service, and so could not be resented. And Mrs. Belcher could be of so much service to her ! Her life was so lonely so meaningless ! It would be such a joy to her, in a city full of shams, to have one friend who would take her good offices, and so help to give to her life a modicum of significance ! After a full survey of the rooms, and a discussion of the beauties and elegancies of the establishment, they all descended to the dining-room, and, in response to Mrs. Dillingham's order, were served with tea. " You really must excuse me, Mrs. Belcher," caid the beau- tiful lady deprecatingly, "but I have been here for a week, and it seems so much like my own home, that I ordered the tea without thinking that I am the guest and you are the mis- tress." "Certainly, and I am really very much obliged to you;" and then feeling that she had been a little untrue to herself, I 7 6 SEVENOAKS. Mrs. Belcher added bluntly : "I feel myself in a very awkward situation obliged to one on whom I have no claim, and one whom I can never repay." " The reward of a good deed is in the doing, I assure you," said Mrs. Dillingham, sweetly. "All I ask is that you make me serviceable to you. I know all about the city, and all about its ways. You can call upon me for anything ; and now let's talk about the house. Isn't it lovely?" "Yes, "said Mrs. Belcher, "too lovely. While so many are poor around us, it seems almost like an insult to them to live in such a place, and flaunt our wealth in their faces. Mr. Belcher is very generous toward his family, and I have no wish to complain, but I would exchange it all for my little room in Sevenoaks." Mr. Belcher, who had been silent and had watched with curious and somewhat anxious eyes the introductory passage of this new acquaintance, was rasped by Mrs. Belcher's remark into saying: "That's Mrs. Belcher, all over! that's the woman, through and through ! As if a man hadn't a right to do what he chooses with his money ! If men are poor, why don't they get rich ? They have the same chance I had ; and there isn't one of 'em but would be glad to change places with me, and flaunt his wealth in my face. There's a precious lot of humbug about the poor which won't wash with me. We' re all alike." Mrs. Dillingham shook her lovely head. "You men are so hard," she said; "and Mrs. Belcher has the right feeling; but I'm sure she takes great comfort in helping the poor. What would you do, my dear, if you had no money to help the poor with?" "That's just what I've asked her a hundred times," said t Mr. Belcher. "What would she do? That's something she never thinks of." Mrs. Belcher shook her head, in return, but made no reply. She knew that the poor would have been better off if Mr. Belcher had never lived, and that the wealth which surrounded SEVENOAKS. 177 her with luxuries was taken from the poor. It was this, at the bottom, that made her sad, and this that had filled her for many years with discontent. When the tea was disposed of, Mrs. Dillingham rose to go. She lived a few blocks distant, and it was necessary for Mr. Belcher to walk home with her. This he was glad to do, though she assured him that it was entirely unnecessary. When they were in the street, walking at a slow pace, the lady, in her close, confiding way, said : "Do you know, I take a great fancy to Mrs. Belcher?" " Do you, really?" "Yes, indeed. I think she's lovely; but I'm afraid she doesn't like me. I can read oh, I can read pretty well. She certainly didn't like it that I had arranged everything, and was there to meet her. But wasn't she tired? Wasn't she very tired? There certainly was something that was wrong." "I think your imagination . had something to do with it," said Mr. Belcher, although he knew that she was right. " No, I can read;" and Mrs. Dillingham's voice trembled. " If she could only know how honestly I have tried to serve her, and how disappointed I am that my service has not been taken in good part, I am sure that her amiable heart would forgive me." Mrs. Dillingham took out her handkerchief, near a street lamp, and wiped her eyes. What could Mr. Belcher do with this beautiful, susceptible, sensitive creature ? What could he do but reassure her ? Under the influence of her emotion, his wife's offense grew flagrant, and he began by apologizing for her, and ended by blaming her. " Oh ! she was tired she was very tired. That was all. I've laid up nothing against her ; but you know I was disap- pointed, after I had done so much. I shall be all over it in me morning, and she will see it differently then. I don't 8* 173 SEVENOAKS. know but I should have been troubled to find a stranger in my house. I think I should. Now, you really must promise not to say a word of all this talk to your poor wife. I wouldn't have you do it for the world. If you are my friend (pressing his arm), you will let the matter drop just where it is. Nothing would induce me to be the occasion of any dif- ferences in your home." So it was a brave, true, magnanimous nature that was lean- ing so tenderly upon Mr. Belcher's arm ! And he felt that no woman who was not either shabbily perverse, or a fool, could misinterpret her. He knew that his wife had been an- noyed at finding Mrs. Dillingham in the house. He dimly comprehended, too, that her presence was an indelicate intru- sion, but her intentions were so good ! Mrs. Dillingham knew exactly how to manipulate the coarse man at her side, and her relations to him and his wife. Her bad wisdom was not the result of experience, though she had had enough of it, but the product of an instinct which .was just as acute, and true, and serviceable, ten years earlier in her life as it was then. She timed the walk to her purpose ; and when Mr. Belcher parted with her, he went back leisurely to his great house, more discontented with his wife than he had ever been. To find such beauty, such helpfulness, such sym- pathy, charity, forbearance, and sensitiveness, all combined in one woman, and that woman kind and confidential towacrd him, brought back to him the days of his youth, in the excite- ment of a sentiment which he had supposed was lost beyond recall. He crossed the street on arriving at his house, and took an evening survey of his grand mansion, whos* lights were still flaming through the windows. The passengers jostled him as he looked up at his dwelling, his thoughts wandering back to the woman with whom he had so recently parted. He knew that his heart was dead toward the woman who awaited his return. He felt that it was almost painfully alive toward the one he had left behind him, and it was with the SEVENOAKS. 179 embarrassment of conscious guilt that he rang the bell at his own door, and stiffened himself to meet the honest woman who had borne his children. Even the graceless touch of an intri- guing woman's power even the excitement of something like love toward one who was unworthy of his love had softened him, so that his conscience could move again. He felt that his eyes bore a secret, and he feared that his Avife could read it. And yet, who was to blame? Was anybody to blame? Could anything that had happened have been helped or avoided ? He entered, determining to abide by Mrs. Dillingham's in- junction of silence. He found the servants extinguishing the lights, and met the information that Mrs. Belcher had retired. His huge pile of trunks had come during his absence, and re- mained scattered in the hall. The sight offended him, but, beyond a muttered curse, he said nothing, and sought his bed. Mr. Belcher was not in good humor when he rose the next morning. He found the trunks where he left them on the previous evening ; and when he called for the servants to carry them upstairs, he was met by open revolt. They were not porters, and they would not lift boxes ; that sort~of work was not what they were engaged for. No New York family expected service of that kind from those who were not hired for it. The proprietor, who had been in the habit of exacting any service from any man or woman in his employ that he desired, was angry. He would have turned every one of them out of the house, if it had not been so inconvenient for him to lose them then. Curses trembled upon his lips, but he curbed them, inwardly determining to have his revenge when the op- portunity should arise. The servants saw his eyes, and went back to their work somewhat doubtful as to whether they had made a judicious beginning. They were sure they had not, when, two days afterward, every one of them was turned out of the house, and a new set installed in their places. He called for Phipps, and Phipps was at the stable. Putting i8o SEVENOAKS. on his hat, he went to bring his faithful servitor of Sevenoaks, and bidding him find a porter in the streets and remove the trunks at Mrs. Belcher's direction, he sat down at the window to watch for a passing newsboy. The children came down, cross and half sick with their long ride and their late dinner. Then it came on to rain in a most dismal fashion, and he saw before him a day of confinement and ennui. Without men- tal resource unable to find any satisfaction except in action and intrigue the prospect was anything but pleasant. The house was large, and, on a dark day, gloomy. His humor was not sweetened by noticing evidences of tears on Mrs. Belcher's face. The breakfast was badly cooked, and he rose from it exasperated. There was no remedy but to go out and call upon Mrs. Dillingham. He took an umbrella, and, telling his wife that he was going out on business, he slammed the door behind him and went down the steps. As he reached the street, he saw a boy scudding along un- der an umbrella, with a package under his arm. Taking him for a newsboy, he called: "Here, boy! Give me some papers." The lad had so shielded his face from the rain and the house that he had not seen Mr. Belcher ; and when he looked up he turned pale, and simply said : " I'm not a news- boy;" and then he ran away as if he were frightened. There was something in the look that arrested Mr. Belcher's attention. He was sure he had seen the lad before, but where, he could not remember. The face haunted him haunted him for hours, even when in the cheerful presence of Mrs. Dillingham, with whom he spent a long and delightful hour. She was rosy, and sweet, and sympathetic in her morning wrapper more charming, indeed, than he had ever seen her in evening dress. She inquired for Mrs. Belcher and the children, and heard with great good humor his account of his first collision with- his New York servants. When he went out from her inspiring and gracious presence he found his self-complacency restored. He had simply been hungry for her ; so his break- fast was complete. He went back to his house with a mingled SEVENOAKS. 181 feeling of jollity and guilt, but the moment he was with his family the face of the boy returned. Where had he seen him ? Why did the face give him uneasiness ? Why did he permit himself to be puzzled by it? No reasoning, no diver- sion could drive it from his mind. Wherever he turned during the long day and evening that white, scared face ob- truded itself upon him. He had noticed, as the lad lifted his umbrella, that he carried a package of books under his arm, and naturally concluded that, belated by the rain, he was on his way to school. He determined, therefore, to watch him on the following morning, his own eyes reinforced by those of his oldest boy. The dark day passed away at last, and things were brought into more homelike order by the wife of the house, so that the. evening was cozy and comfortable ; and when the street lamps were lighted again and the stars came out, and the north wind sounded its trumpet along the avenue, the spirits of the family rose to the influence. On the following morning, as soon as he had eaten his breakfast, he. with his boy, took a position at one of the win- dows, to watch for the lad whose face had so impressed and puzzled him. On the other side of the avenue a tall man came out, with a green bag under his arm, stepped into a pass- ing stage, and rolled away. Ten minutes later two lads emerged with their books slung over their shoulders, and - -ossed toward them. "That's the boy the one on the left," said Mr. Bel- cher. At the same moment the lad looked up, and ap- parently saw the two faces watching him, for he quickened his pace. "That's Harry Benedict," exclaimed Mr. Belcher's son and heir. The words were hardly out of his mouth when Mr. Belcher started from his chair, ran down-stairs with all the speed possible within the range of safety, and intercepted the lads at a side door, which opened upon the street along which they were running. 1 82 SEVENOAKS. "Stop, Harry, I want to speak to you," said the proprie- tor, sharply. Harry stopped, as if frozen to the spot in mortal terror. " Come along," said Thede Balfour, tugging at his hand, " you'll be late at school." Poor Harry could no more have walked than he could have flown. Mr. Belcher saw the impression he had made upon him, and became soft and insinuating in his manner. "I'm glad to see you, my boy," said Mr. Belcher. " Come into the house, and see the children. They all remember you, and they are all homesick. They'll be glad to look at .anything from Sevenoaks." Harry was not reassured : he was only more intensely frightened. A giant, endeavoring to entice him into his cave in the woods, would not have terrified him more. At length he found his tongue sufficiently to say that he was going to school, and could not go in. It was easy for Mr. Belcher to take his hand, limp and trembling with fear, and under the guise of friendliness to lead him up the steps, and take him to his room. Thede watched them until they disappeared, and then ran back 'to his home, and reported what had taken place. Mrs. Balfour was alone, and could do nothing. She did not believe that Mr. Belcher would dare to treat the lad foully, with the consciousness that his disappearance within his house had been observed, and wisely determined to do nothing but sit down at her window and watch the house. Placing Harry in a chair, Mr. Belcher sat down opposite to him, and said : " My boy, I'm very glad to see you. I've wanted to know about you more than any boy in the world. I suppose you've been told that I am a very bad man, but I'll prove to you that I'm not. There, put that ten-dollar gold piece in your pocket. That's what they call an eagle, and I hope you'll have a great many like it when you grow up. ' ' The lad hid his hands behind his back, and shook his head. SEVENOAKS. 183 " You don't mean to say that you won't take it !" said the proprietor in a wheedling tone. The boy kept his hands behind him, and shook his head. " Well, I suppose you are not to blame for disliking me ; and now I want you to tell me all about your getting away from the poor-house, and who helped you out, and where your poor, dear father is, and all about it. Come, now, you don't know how much we looked for you, and how we all gave you up for lost. You don't know what a comfort it is to see you again, and to know that you didn't die in the woods." The boy simply shook his head. " Do you know who Mr. Belcher is? Do you know he is used to having people mind him? Do you know that you're here in my house, "and that you must mind me? Do you know what I do to little boys when they disobey me ? Now, I want you to answer my questions, -and do it straight. Ly- ing won't go down with me. Who helped you and your father to get out of the poor-house?" Matters had proceeded to a desperate pass with the lad. He had thought very fast, and he had determined that no bribe and no threat should extort a word of information from him. His cheeks grew hot and flushed, his eyes burned, and he straightened himself in his chair as if he expected death or torture, and was prepared to meet either, as he replied : "I won't tell you." "Is your father alive? Tell me, you dirty little whelp? Don't say that you won't do what I bid you to do again. I have a great mind to choke you. Tell me is your father alive?" " I won't tell you, if you kill me." The wheedling had failed ; the threatening had failed. Then Mr. Belcher assumed the manner of a man whose motives had been misconstrued, and who wished for informa- tion that he might do a kind act to the lad's father. "I should really like to help your father, and if he is poor, money would do him a great deal of good. And here is the little 1 84 SE VENOA KS. boy who does not love his father well enough to get money for him, when he can have it and welcome ! The little boy is taken care of. He has plenty to eat, and good clothes to wear, and lives in a fine house, but his poor father can take care of himself. I think such a boy as that ought to be ashamed of himself. I think he ought to kneel down and say his prayers. If I had a boy who could do that, I should be sorry that he'd ever been born." Harry was proof against this mode of approach also, and was relieved, because he saw that Mr. Belcher was baffled. His instincts were quick, and they told him that he was the victor. In the meantime Mr. Belcher was getting hot. He had closed the door of his room, while a huge coal fire was burning in the grate. He rose and opened the door. Harry watched the movement, and descried tne grand staircase beyond his persecutor, as the door swung back. He had looked into the house while passing, during the previous week, and knew the relations of the staircase to the entrance on the avenue. His determination was instantaneously made, and Mr. Belcher was conscious of a swift figure that passed under his arm, and was half down the staircase before he could move or say a word. Before he cried "stop him !" Harry's hand was on the fastening of the door, and when he reached the door, the boy was half across the street. He had calculated on smoothing over the rough places of the interview, and preparing a better report of the visit of the lad's friends on the other side of the avenue, but the matter had literally slipped through his fingers. He closed the door after the retreating boy, and went back to his room without deigning to answer the inquiries that were excited by his loud command to "stop him." Sitting down, and taking to himself his usual solace, and smoking furiously for a while, he said: " D n!" Into this one favorite and familiar expletive he poured his anger, his vexation, and his fear. He believed at the -moment that the inventor was alive. He believed that if he had been SEVENOAKS. 185 dead his boy would, in some way, have revealed the fact. Was he still insane ? Had he powerful friends ? It certainly appeared so. Otherwise, how could the lad be where he had discovered him? Was it rational to suppose that he was far from his father ? Was it rational to suppose that the lad's friends were not equally the friends of the inventor ? How could he know that Robert Belcher himself had not unwit- tingly come to the precise locality where he would be under constant surveillance ? How could he know that a deeply laid plot was not already at work to undermine and circumvent him ? The lad's reticence, determined and desperate, showed that he knew the relations that existed between his father and the pro- prietor, and seemed to show that he had acted under orders. Something must be done to ascertain the residence of Paul Benedict, if still alive, or to assure him of his death, if it had occurred. Something must be done to secure the property which he was rapidly accumulating. Already for- eign Governments were considering the advantages of the Belcher rifle, as an arm for the military service, and negotia- tions were pending with more than one of them. Already his own Government, then in the first years of its great civil war, h?.d experimented with it, with the most favorable results. The business was never so promising as it then ap- peared, yet it never had appeared so insecure. In the midst of his reflections, none of which were pleasant, and in a sort of undefined dread of the consequences of his indiscretions in connection with Harry Benedict, the bell rang, and Mr. and Mrs. Talbot were announced. The factor and his gracious lady were in fine spirits, and full of their congratulations over the safe removal of the family to their splendid mansion. Mrs. Talbot was sure that Mrs. Belcher must feel that all the wishes of her heart were gratified. There was really nothing like the magnificence of the mansion. Mrs. Belcher could only say that it was all very fine, but Mr. Belcher, finding himself an object of envy, took great pride in showing his visitors about the house. 1 86 SEVENOAKS. Mrs. Talbot, who in some way had ascertained that Mrs. Dillingham had superintended the arrangement of the housej said, in an aside to Mrs. Belcher : "It must have been a little lonely to come here and find no one to receive you no friend, I mean." "Mrs. Dillingham was here," remarked Mrs. Belcher, quietly. " But she Avas no friend of yours." "No; Mr. Belcher had met her." " How strange ! How very strange ! " " Do you know her well ? " " I'm afraid I do ; but now, really, I hope you won't per- mit yourself to be prejudiced against her. I suppose she means well, but she certainly does the most unheard-of things. She's a restless creature not quite right, you know, but she has been immensely flattered. She's an old friend of mine, and I don't join the hue and cry against her at all, but she does such imprudent things ! What did she say to you ? " Mrs. Belcher detected the spice of pique and jealousy in this charitable speech, and said very little in response noth- ing that a mischief-maker could torture into an offense. Having worked her private pump until the well whose wa- ters she sought refused to give up its treasures, Mrs. Talbot declared she would no longer embarrass the new house-keeping by her presence. She had only called to bid Mrs. Belcher welcome,, and to 'assure her that if she had no friends in the city, there were hundreds of hospitable hearts that were ready to greet her. Then she and her husband went out, waved their adieus from their snug little coupe, and drove away. The call had diverted Mr. Belcher from his somber thoughts, and he summoned his carriage, and drove down town, where he spent his day in securing the revolution in his domestic service, already alluded to, in talking business with his factor, and in making acquaintances on '-Change. " I'm going to be in the middle of this thing, one of those days," said he to Talbot as they strolled back to the counting- SEVENOAKS. 187 room of the latter, after a long walk among the brokers and bankers of Wall street. " If anybody supposes that I've come here to lie still, they don't know me. They'll wake up some fine morning and find a new hand at the bellows." Twilight found him at home again, where he had the su- preme pleasure of turning his very independent servants out of his house -Into the street, and installing a set who knew, from the beginning, the kind of man they had to deal with, and conducted themselves accordingly. While enjoying his first cigar after dinner, a note was handed to him, which he opened and read. It was dated at the house across the avenue. He had expected and dreaded it, but he did not shrink like a coward from its persual. It read thus : "Ma. ROBERT BELCHER: I have been informed of the shameful manner in which you treated a member of my family this morning Master Harry Benedict. The bullying of a small boy is not accounted a dignified business for a man in the city which I learn you have chosen for your home, how- ever it may be regarded in the little town from which you came. I do not propose to tolerate such conduct toward any dependent of mine. I do not ask for your apology, for the explanation was in my hands before the outrage was com- mitted. I perfectly understand your relations to the lad, and trust that the time will come when the law will define them, so that the public will also understand them. Meantime, you will consult your own safety by letting him alone, and never presuming to repeat the scene of this morning. "Yours, JAMES BALFOUR, " Counselor-at-Law. " " Hum ! ha !" exclaimed Mr. Belcher, compressing his lips, and spitefully tearing the letter into small strips and throwing them into the fire. " Thank you, kind sir; I owe you one," said he, rising, and walking his room. " That doesn'c look very much as if Paul Benedict were alive. He's a counselor- at-law, he is ; and he has inveigled a boy into his keeping, 1 88 SEVEN OAKS. who, he supposes, has a claim on me ; and he proposes to make some money out of it. Sharp game ! " Mr. Belcher was interrupted in his reflections and his solilo- quy by the entrance of a servant, with the information that there was a man at the door who wished to see him. " Show him up." The servant hesitated, and finally said : " He doesn't smell very well, sir. ' ' " What does he smell of ? " inquired Mr. Belcher, laughing. " Rum, sir, and several things." " Send him away, then." "I tried to, sir, but he says he knows you, and wants to see you on particular business. ' ' " Take him into the basement, and tell him I'll be down soon." Mr. Belcher exhausted his cigar, tossed the stump into the fire, and, muttering to himself, " Who the devil !" went down to meet his caller. As he entered a sort of lobby in the basement that was used as a servants' parlor, his visitor rose, and stood with great shame -faced ness before him. He did not extend his hand, but stood still, in his seedy clothes and his coat buttoned to his chin, to hide his lack of a shirt. The blue look of the cold street had changed to a hot purple under the influence of a softer atmosphere ; and over all stood the wreck of a good face, and a head still grand in its outline. "Well, you look as if you were waiting to be damned," said Mr. Belcher, roughly. " I am, sir," responded the man solemnly. "Very well; consider the business done, so far as I am concerned, and clear out." " I am the most miserable of men, Mr. Belcher." "I believe you; and you'll excuse me if I say that your appearance corroborates your statement." "And you don't recognize me? Is it possible?" And the maudlin tears came into the man's rheumy eyes and J AM THE MOST MISERAHI.K OK MEN. SEVENOAKS. 189 rolled down his cheeks. " You knew me in better days, sir ;" and his voice trembled with -weak emotion. " No ; I never saw you before. That game won't work, and now be off." "And you don't remember Yates? Sam Yates and the happy days we spent together in childhood?" And the man wept again, and wiped his eyes with his coat-sleeve. "Do you pretend to say that you are Sam Yates, the lawyer ?" "The same, at your service." "What brought you to this?" "Drink, and bad company, sir." "And you want money?" "Yes !" exclaimed the man, with a hiss as fierce as if he were a serpent. " Do you want to earn money?" "Anything to get it." "Anything to get drink, I suppose. You said 'anything.' Did you mean that?" The man knew Robert Belcher, and he knew that the last question had a great deal more in it than would appear to the ordinary listener. " Lift me out of the gutter," said he, "and keep me out, and command me." " I have a little business on hand," said Mr. Belcher, "that you can do, provided you will let your drink alone a busi- ness that I am willing to pay for. Do you remember a man by the name of Benedict a shiftless, ingenious dog, who once lived in Sevenoaks?" "Very well," " Should you know him again, were you to see him?" 'I think I should." "Do you know you should? I don't want any thinking about it. Could you swear to him?" " Yes. I don't think it would trouble me to swear to him." "If I were to show you some of his handwriting, do you suppose that would help you any?" 1 9 o SEVEN OAKS. "It might." "I don't want any 'mights.' Do you know it would?" "Yes." "Do you want to sell yourself body, soul, brains, legal knowledge, everything for money?" " I've sold myself already at a smaller price, and I don't mind withdrawing from the contract for a better." Mr. Belcher summoned a servant, and ordered something to eat for his visitor. While the man eagerly devoured his food, and washed it down with a cup of tea, Mr. Belcher went to his room, and wrote an order on his tailor for a suit of clothes, and a complete respectable outfit for the legal "dead beat " who was feasting himself below. When he descended, he handed him the paper, and gave him money for a bath and a night's lodging. " To-morrow morning I want you to come here clean, and dressed in the clothes that this paper will give you. If you drink one drop before that time I will strip the clothes from your back. Come to this room and get a decent breakfast. Remembef that you can't fool me, and that I'll have none of your nonsense. If you are to serve me, and get any money out of it, you must keep sober. ' ' "I can keep sober for a while any way," said the man, hesitatingly and half despairingly. "Very well, now be off; and mind, if I ever hear a word i of this, or any of our dealings outside, I'll thrash you as I would a dog. If you are true to me I can be of use to you. If you are not, I will kick you into the street." The man tottered to his feet, and said : " I am ashamed to say that you may command me. I should have scorned it once, but my chance is gone, and I could be loyal to the devil himself for a consideration." The next morning Mr. Belcher was informed that Yates had breakfasted, and was awaiting orders. He descended to the basement, and stood confronted with a respectable-looking gentleman, who greeted him in a courtly way, yet with a SEVENOAKS. 191 deprecating look in his eyes, which said, as plainly as words could express; "don't humiliate me any more than you can help! Use me, but spare the little pride I have, if you can." The deprecatory look was lost upon Mr. Belcher. "Where did you get your clothes?" he inquired. "Come, now; give me the name of your tailor. I'm green in the city, you see." The man tried to smile, but the effort was a failure. "What did you take for a night-cap last night, eh?" " I give you my word of honor, sir, that I have not taken a drop since I saw you. ' ' " Word of honor ! ha ! ha ! ha ! Do you suppose I want your word of honor? Do you suppose I want a man of honor, anyway ? If you have come here to talk about honor, you are no man for me. That's a sort of nonsense that I have no use for. ' ' "Very well; my word of dishonor," responded the man, desperately. "Now you talk. There's no use in such a man as you putting on airs, and forgetting that he wears my clothes and fills himself at my table." " I do not forget it, sir, and I see that I am not likely to." " Not while you do business with me; and now, sit down and hear me. The first thing you are to do is to ascertain whether Paul Benedict is dead. It isn't necessary that you should know my reasons. You are to search every insane hospital, public and private, in the city, and every alms- house. Put on your big airs and play philanthropist. Find all the records of the past year the death records of the city everything that will help to determine that the man is dead, as I believe he is. This will give you all you want to do for the present. The man's son is in the city, and the boy and the man left the Sevenoaks poor-house together. If the man is alive, he is likely to be near him. If he is dead he proba- bly died near him. Find out, too, if you can, when his boy came to live at Balfour's over the way, and where he came i 9 2 SEVENOAKS. from. You may stumble upon what I want very soon, or it may take you all winter. If you should fail then, I shall want you to take the road from here to Sevenoaks, and even to Number Nine, looking into all the alms-houses on the way. The great point is to find out whether he is alive or dead, and to know, if he is dead, where, and exactly when, he died. In the meantime, come to me every week with a written report of what you have done, and get your pay. Come always after dark, so that none of Balfour's people can see you. Begin the business, and carry it on in your own way. You are old and sharp enough not to need any aid from me, and now be off. ' ' The man took a roll of bills that Mr. Belcher handed him, and walked out of the door without a word. As he rose to the sidewalk, Mr. Balfour came out of the door opposite to him, with the evident intention of taking a passing stage. He nodded to Yates, whom he had not only known in other days, but had many times befriended, and the latter sneaked off down the street, while he, standing for a moment as if puz- zled, turned, and with his latch-key re-entered his house. Yates saw the movement, and knew exactly what it meant. He only hoped that Mr. Belcher had not seen it, as, indeed, he had not, having been at the moment on his way upstairs. Yates knew that, with his good clothes on, the keen lawyer would'givebut one interpretation to the change, and that any hope or direct plan he might have with regard to ascertaining when the boy was received into the family, and where he came from, was nugatory. He would not tell Mr. Belcher this. Mr. Balfour called his wife to the window, pointed out the retreating form of Yates, gave utterance to his suspicions, and placed her upon her guard. Then he went to his office, as well satisfied that there was a mischievous scheme on foot as if he had overheard the conversation between Mr. Belcher and the man who had consented to be his tool. CHAPTER XIV. WHICH TELLS OF A GREAT PUBLIC MEETING IN SEVENOAKS, THE BURNING IN EFFIGY OF MR. BELCHER, AND THAT GENTLE- MAN'S INTERVIEW WITH A REPORTER. MR. BALFOUR, in his yearly journeys through Sevenoaks, had made several acquaintances among the citizens, and had impressed them as a man of ability and integrity ; and, as he was the only New York lawyer of their acquaintance, they very naturally turned to him for information and advice. Without consulting each other, or informing each other of what they had done, at least half a dozen wrote to him the moment Mr. Belcher was out of the village, seeking informa- tion concerning the Continental Petroleum Company. They told him frankly about the enormous investments that they and their neighbors had made, and of their fears concerning the results. With a friendly feeling toward the people, he undertook, as far as possible, to get at the bottom of the mat- ter, and sent a man to look up the property, and to find the men who nominally composed the Company. After a month had passed away and no dividend was an- nounced, the people began to talk more freely among them- selves. They had hoped against hope, and fought their suspicions until they were tired, and then they sought in sympathy to assuage the pangs of their losses and disappoint- ments. It was not until the end of two months after Mr. Belcher's departure that a letter was received at Sevenoaks from Mr. Balfour, giving a history of the Company, which confirmed their worst fears. This history is already in the possession of 9 193 i 9 4 SEVENOAKS. the reader, but to that which has been detailed was added the information that, practically, the operations of the Company had been discontinued, and the men who formed it were scat- tered. Nothing had ever been earned, and the dividends which nad been disbursed were taken out of the pockets of the principals, from moneys which they had received for stock. Mr. Belcher had absorbed half that had been received, at no cost to himself whatever, and had added the grand total to his already bulky fortune. It was undoubtedly a gross swin- dle, and was, from the first, intended to be such ; but it was under the forms of law, and it was doubtful whether a penny could ever be recovered. Then, of course, the citizens held a public meeting the great panacea for all the ills of village life in America. Noth- ing but a set of more or less impassioned speeches and a string of resolutions could express the indignation of Sevenoaks. A notice was posted for several days, inviting all the resident stockholders in the Continental to meet in council, to see what was to be done for the security of their interests. The little town-hall was full, and, scattered among the boisterous throng of men, were the pitiful faces and figures of poor women who had committed their little all to the grasp of the great scoundrel who had so. recently despoiled and deserted them. The Rev. Mr. Snow was there, as became the pastor of a flock in which the wolf had made its ravages, and the meeting was opened with prayer, according to the usual custom. Considering the mood and temper of the people, a prayer for the spirit of forgiveness and fortitude would not have been out of place, but it is to be feared that it was wholly a matter of form. It is noticeable that at political conventions, on the eve of conflicts in which personal ambition and party chica- nery play prominent parts ; on the inauguration of great business enterprises in which local interests meet in the deter- mined strifes of selfishness, and at a thousand gatherings whose objects leave God forgotten and right and justice out of con- SEVENOAKS. 195 sideration, the blessing of the Almighty is invoked, while men who are about to rend each other's reputations, and strive, without conscience, for personal and party masteries, bow reverent heads and mumble impatient "Amens." But the people of Sevenoaks wanted their money back, and that, certainly, was worth praying for. They wanted, also, to fiiid some way to wreak their indignation upon Robert Belcher ; and the very men who bowed in prayer after reach- ing the hall walked under an effigy of that person on their way thither, hung by the neck and dangling from a tree, and had- rare laughter and gratification in the repulsive vision. They were angry, they were indignant, they were exasperated, and the more so because they were more than half convinced of their impotence, while wholly conscious that they had been decoyed to their destruction, befooled and overreached by one who knew how to appeal to a greed which his own ill- won successes and prosperities had engendered in them. After the prayer, the discussion began. Men rose, trying their best to achieve self-control, and to speak judiciously and judicially, but they were hurled, one after another, into the vortex of indignation, and cheer upon cheer shook the hall as they gave vent to the real feeling that was uppermost in their hearts. After the feeling of the meeting had somewhat expended itself, Mr. Snow rose to speak. In the absence of the great shadow under which he had walked during all his pastorate, and under the blighting influence of which his manhood had shriveled, he was once more independent. The sorrows and misfortunes of his people had greatly moved him. A sense of his long humiliation shamed him. He was poor, but he was once more his own ; and he owed a duty to the mad multitude around him which he was bound to discharge. " My friends," said he, "I am with you, for better or for worse. You kindly permit me to share in your prosperity, and now, in the day of your trial and adversity, I will stand by you. There has gone out from among us an incarnate evil 1 96 SEVENOAKS. influence, a fact which calls for our profound gratitude. I confess with shame that I have not only felt it, but have shaped myself, though unconsciously, to it. It has vitiated our charities, corrupted our morals, and invaded even the house of God. We have worshiped the golden calf. We have bowed down to Moloch. We have consented to live under a will that was base and cruel, in all its motives and ends. We have been so dazzled by a great worldly success, that we have ceased to inquire into its sources. We have done daily obeisance to one who neither feared God nor re- garded man. We have become so pervaded with his spirit, so demoralized by his foul example, that when he held out even a false opportunity to realize something of his success, we made no inquisition of facts or processes, and were willing to share with him in gains that his whole history would have taught us were more likely to be unfairly than fairly won. I mourn for your losses, for you can poorly afford to suffer them ; but to have that man forever removed from us ; to be released from his debasing influence ; to be untrammeled in our action and in the development of our resources ; to be free men and free women, and to. become content with our lot and with such gains as we may win in a legitimate way, is worth all that it has cost us. We needed a severe lesson, and we have had it. It falls heavily upon some who are innocent. Let us, in kindness to these, find a balm for our own trials. And, now, let us not degrade ourselves by hot words and im- potent resentments. They can do no good. Let us be men Christian men, with detestation of the rascality from which we suffer, but with pity for the guilty man, who, sooner or later, will certainly meet the punishment he so richly deserves. 'Vengeance is mine; I will repay,' saith the Lord." The people of Sevenoaks had never before heard Mr. Snow make such a speech as this. It was a manly confession, and a manly admonition. His attenuated form was straight and almost majestic, his pale face was flushed, his tones were deep and strong, and they saw that one man, at least, breathed SEVENOAKS. 197 more freely, now that the evil genius of the place was gone. It was a healthful speech. It was an appeal to their own con- scious history, and to such remains of manhood as they pos- sessed, and they were strengthened by it. A series of the most objurgatory resolutions had been pre- pared for the occasion, yet the writer saw that it would be better to keep them in his pocket. The meeting was at a stand, when little Dr. Radcliffe, who was sore to his heart's core with his petty loss, jumped up and declared that he had a series of resolutions to offer. There was a world of uncon- scious humor in his freak, unconscious, because his resolu- tions were intended to express his spite, not only against Mr. Belcher, but against the villagers, including Mr. Snow. He began by reading in his piping voice the first resolution passed at the previous meeting which so pleasantly dismissed the proprietor to the commercial metropolis of the country. The reading of this resolution was so sweet a sarcasm on the proceedings of that occasion, that it was received with peals of laughter and deafening cheers, and as he went bitterly on, from resolution to resolution, raising his voice to overtop the jargon, the scene became too ludicrous for description. The resolutions, which never had any sincerity in them, were such a confirmation of all that Mr. Snow had said, and such a com- ment on their own duplicity and moral debasement, that there was nothing left for them but to break up and go home. The laugh did them good, and complemented the correc- tive which had been administered to them by the minister. Some of them still retained their anger, as a matter of course, and when they emerged upon the street and found Mr. Bel- cher's effigy standing upon the ground, surrounded by fagots ready to be lighted, they yelled: "Light him up, boys!" and stood to witness the sham auto-da-fe with a crowd of village urchins dancing around it. Of course, Mr. Belcher had calculated upon indignation and anger, and rejoiced in their impotence. He knew that those who had lost so much would not care to risk more in a 198 SEVENOAKS. suit at law, and that his property at Sevenoaks was so identi- fied with the life of the town that so many were dependent upon its preservation for their daily bread that they would not be fool-hardy enough to burn it. Forty-eight hours after the public meeting, Mr. Belcher, sitting comfortably in his city home, received from the post- man a large handful of letters. He looked them over, and as they were all blazoned with the Sevenoaks post-mark, he selected that which bore the handwriting of his agent, and read it. The agent had not dared to attend the meeting, but he had had his spies there, who reported to him fully the au- thorship and drift of all the speeches in the hall, and the un- seemly proceedings of the street. Mr. Belcher did not laugh, for his vanity was wounded. The thought that a town in which he had ruled so long had dared to burn his effigy in the open street was a humiliation; particularly so, as he did not see how he could revenge himself upon the perpetrators of it without compromising his own interests. He blurted out his favorite expletive, lighted a new cigar, walked his room, and chafed like a caged tiger. He was not in haste to break the other seals, but at last he sat down to the remainder of his task, and read a series of pitiful personal appeals that would have melted any heart but his own. They were from needy men and women whom he had despoiled. They were a detail of suffering and disap- pointment, and in some cases they were abject prayers for res- titution. He read them all, to the last letter and the last word, and then quietly tore them into strips, and threw them into the re. His agent had informed him of the sources of the public information concerning the Continental Company, and he recognized James Balfour as an enemy. He had a premoni- tion that the man was destined to stand in his way, and that he was located just where he could overlook his operations and his life. He would not have murdered him, but he would have been glad to hear that he was dead. He wondered S VENOAKS. 1 99 whether he was incorruptible, and whether he, Robert Bel- cher, could afford to buy him whether it would not pay to make his acquaintance whether, indeed, the man were not endeavoring to force him to do so. Every bad motive which could exercise a man, he understood ; but he was puzzled in endeavoring to make out what form of selfishness had moved Mr. Balfour to take such an interest in the people of Seven- oaks. At last he sat down at his table and wrote a letter to his agent, simply ordering him to establish a more thorough watch over his property, and directing him to visit all the newspaper offices of the region, and keep the reports of the meeting and its attendant personal indignities from publica- tion. Then, with an amused smile upon his broad face, he wrote the following letter : "To THE REVEREND SOLOMON SNOW, "Dear Sir: I owe an apology to the people of Sevenoaks for never adequately acknowledging the handsome manner in which they endeavored to assuage the pangs of parting on the occasion of my removal. The resolutions passed at their public meeting are cherished among my choicest treasures, and the cheers of the people as I rode through their ranks on the morning of my departure, still ring in my ears more delight- fully than any music I ever heard. Thank them, I pray you, for me, for their overwhelming friendliness. I now have a request to make of them, and I make ft the more boldly be- cause, during the past ten years, I have never been approached by any of them in vain when they have sought my benefac- tions. The Continental Petroleum Company is a failure, and all the stock I hold in it is valueless. Finding that my ex- penses in the city are very much greater than in the country, it has occurred to me that perhaps my friends there would be willing to make up a purse for my benefit. I assure you that it would be gratefully received ; and I apply to you because, 200 SEVENOAKS. from long experience, I know that you are accomplished in the art of begging. Your graceful manner in accepting gifts from me has given me all the hints I shall need in that respect, so that the transaction will not be accompanied by any clumsy details. My butcher's bill will be due in a few days, and dis- patch is desirable. " With the most cordial compliments to Mrs. Snow, whom I profoundly esteem, and to your accomplished daughters, Avho have so long been spared to the protection of the pater- nal roof, " I am your affectionate parishioner, "ROBERT BELCHER." Mr. Belcher had done what he considered a very neat and brilliant thing. He sealed and directed the letter, rang his bell, and ordered it posted. Then he sat back in his easy chair, and chuckled over it. Then he rose and paraded him- self before his mirror. " When you get ahead of Robert Belcher, drop us a line. Let it be brief and to the point. Any information thankfully received. Are you, sir, to be bothered by this pettifogger? Are you to sit tamely down and be undermined ? Is that your custom? Then, sir, you are a base coward. Who said coward ? Did you, sir ? Let this right hand, which I now raise in air, and clench in awful menace, warn you not to repeat the damning accusation. Sevenoaks howls, and it is well. Let every man who stands in my path take warning. I button my coat; I raise my arms; I straighten my form, and they flee away flee like the mists of the morning, and over yonder mountain-top, fade in the far blue sky. And now, my dear sir, don't make an ass of yourself, but sit down. Thank you, sir. I make you my obeisance. I retire." Mr. Belcher's addresses to himself were growing less fre- quent among the excitements of new society. He had enough to occupy his mind without them, and found sufficient compe- tition in the matter of dress to modify in some degree his van- SEVENOAKS. 201 ity of person ; but the present occasion was a stimulating one, and one whose excitements he could not share with another. His missive went to its destination, and performed a tho- roughly healthful work, because it destroyed all hope of any relief from his hands, and betrayed the cruel contempt with which he regarded his old townsmen and friends. He slept as soundly that night as if he had been an inno- cent infant ; but on the following morning, sipping leisurely and luxuriously at his coffee, and glancing over the pages of his favorite newspaper, he discovered a letter with startling headings, which displayed his own name and bore the date of Sevenoaks. The " R" at its foot revealed Dr. Radcliffe as the writer, and the peppery doctor had not miscalculated in deciding that " The New York Tattler" would be the paper most affected by Mr. Belcher a paper with more enterprise than brains, more brains than candor, and with no conscience at all ; a paper which manufactured hoaxes and vended them for news, bought and sold scandals by the sheet as if they were country gingerbread, and damaged reputations one day for the privilege and profit of mending them the next. He read anew, and with marvelous amplification, the story with which the letter of his agent had already made him fa- miliar. This time he had received a genuine wound, with poison upon the barb of the arrow that had pierced him. He crushed the paper in his hand and ascended to his room. All Wall street would see it, comment upon it, and laugh over it. Balfour would read it and smile. New York and all the country would gossip about it. Mrs. Dillingham would pe- ruse it. Would it change her attitude toward him ? This was a serious matter, and it touched him to the quick. The good angel who had favored him all his life, and brought him safe and sound out of every dirty difficulty of his career, was already on his way with assistance, although he did not know it. Sometimes this angel had assumed the form of a lie, sometimes that of a charity, sometimes that of a palliating or deceptive circumstance ; but it had always ap- 9* 202 SEVENOAKS. peared at the right moment ; and this time it came in the form of an interviewing reporter. His bell rang, and a ser- vant appeared with the card of " Mr. Alphonse Tibbets of ' The New York Tattler. ' ' ' A moment before, he was cursing "The Tattler" for pub- lishing the record of his shame, but he knew instinctively that the way out of his scrape had been opened to him. "Show him up," said the proprietor at once. He had hardly time to look into his mirror, and make sure that his hair and his toilet were all right, before a dapper little fellow, with a professional manner, and a portfolio under his arm, was ushered into the room. The air of easy good-nature and good fellowship was one which Mr. Belcher could assume at will, and this was the air that he had determined upon as a matter of policy in dealing with a representative of "The Tat- tler " office. He expected to meet a man with a guilty look, and a deprecating, fawning smile. He was, therefore, very much surprised to find in Mr. Tibbets a young gentleman without the slightest embarrassment in his bearing, or the remotest consciousness that he was in the presence of a man who might possibly have cause of serious complaint against "The Tattler." In brief, Mr. Tibbets seemed to be a man who was in the habit of dealing with rascals, and liked them. Would Mr. Tibbets have a cup of coffee sent up to him ? , Mr. Tibbets had breakfasted, and, therefore, declined the cour- tesy. Would Mr. Tibbets have a cigar ? Mr. Tibbets would, and, on the assurance that they were nicer than he would be apt to find elsewhere, Mr. Tibbets consented to put a handful of cigars into his pocket. Mr. Tibbets then drew up to the table, whittled his pencil, straightened out his paper, and pro- ceeded to business, looking much, as he faced the proprietor, like a Sunday-school teacher on a rainy day, with the one pupil before him who had braved the storm because he had his lesson at his tongue's end. As the substance of the questions and answers appeared in the next morning's "Tattler," hereafter to be quoted, it is SEVENOAKS. 203 not necessary to recite them here. At the close of the inter- view, which was very friendly and familiar, Mr. Belcher rose, and with the remark : " You fellows must have a pretty rough time of it," handed the reporter a twenty-dollar bank-note, which that gentleman pocketed without a scruple, and without any remarkable effusiveness of gratitude. Then Mr. Belcher wanted him to see the house, and so walked over it with him. Mr. Tibbets was delighted. Mr. Tibbets congratulated him. Mr. Tibbets went so far as to say that he did not believe there was another such mansion in New York. Mr. Tibbets did not remark that he had been kicked out of several of them, only less magnificent, because circumstances did not call for the statement. Then Mr. Tibbets went away, and walked off hurriedly down the street to write out his report. The next morning Mr. Belcher was up early in order to get his "Tattler " as soon as it was dropped at his door. He soon found, on opening the reeking sheet, the column which held the precious document of Mr. Tibbets, and read : " The Riot at Sevenoaks ! ! ! "An interesting Interview with Col. Belcher! " The original account grossly Exaggerated ! " The whole matter an outburst of Personal Envy ! " The Palgrave Mansion in a fume ! "Tar, feathers and fagots ! " A Tempest in a Tea-pot ! " Petroleum in a blaze, and a thousand fingers burnt ! ! ! ' ' Stand out from under ! ! ! " The headings came near taking Mr. Belcher's breath away. He gasped, shuddered, and wondered what was coming. Then he went on and read the report of the interview : "A 'Tattler* reporter visited yesterday the great pro- prietor of Sevenoaks, Colonel Robert Belcher, at his splendid mansion on Fifth Avenue. That gentleman had evidently just swallowed his breakfast, and was comforting himself over 204 SEVENOAKS. the report he had read in the 'Tattler' of that morning, by inhaling the fragrance of one of his choice Havanas. He is evidently a devotee of the seductive weed, and knows a good article when he sees it. A copy of the ' Tattler ' lay on the table, which bore unmistakable evidences of having been spitefully crushed in the hand. The iron had evidently en- tered the Colonel's righteous soul, and the reporter, having first declined the cup of coffee hospitably tendered to him and accepted (as he always does when he gets a chance) a cigar, proceeded at once to business. " Reporter : Col. Belcher, have yoUj seen the report in this morning's ' Tattler ' of the riot at Sevenoaks, which nomi- nally had your dealings with the people for its occasion ? " Answer : I have, and a pretty mess was made of it. " Reporter : Do you declare the report to be incorrect? "Answer: I know nothing about the correctness or the incorrectness of the report, for I was not there. "Reporter : Were the accusations made against yourself cor- rect, presuming that they were fairly and truthfully reported ? "Answer: They were so far from being correct that nothing could be more untruthful or more malicious. "Reporter: Have you any objection to telling me the true state of the case in detail ? "Answer : None at all. Indeed, I have been so foully mis- represented, that I am glad of an opportunity to place myself right before a people with whom I have taken up my resi- dence. In the first place, I made Sevenoaks. I have fed the people of Sevenoaks for more than ten years. I have carried the burden of their charities ; kept their dirty ministers from starving; furnished employment for their women and chil- dren, and run the town. I had no society there, and of course, got tired of my hum-drum life. I had worked hard, been successful, and felt that I owed it to myself and my fa- mily to go somewhere and enjoy the privileges, social and educational, which I had the means to command. I came to New York without consulting anybody, and bought this house. S VENOAKS. 205 The people protested, but ended by holding a public meeting, and passing a series of resolutions complimentary to me, of which I very naturally felt proud ; and when I came away, they assembled at the roadside and gave me the friendliest cheers. ' ' 'Reporter : How about the petroleum ? "Answer: Well, that is an unaccountable thing. I went into the Continental Company, and nothing would do for the people but to go in with me. I warned them every man of them but ihjey would go in ; so I acted as their agent in pro- curing stock for them. There was not a share of stock sold on any persuasion of mine. They were mad, they were wild, for oil. You wouldn't have supposed there was half so much money in the town as they dug out of their old stockings to invest in oil. I was surprised, I assure you. Well, the Con- tinental went up, and they had to be angry with somebody ; and although I held more stock than any of them, they took a fancy that I had defrauded them, and so they came together to wreak their impotent spite on me. That's the sum and substance of the whole matter. "Reporter : And that is all you have to say? "Answer: Well, it covers the ground. Whether I shall proceed in law against these scoundrels for maligning me, I have not determined. I shall probably do nothing about it. The men are poor, and even if they were rich, what good would it do me to get their money? I've got money enough, and money with me can never offset a damage to character. When they get cool and learn the facts, if they ever do learn them, they will be sorry. They are not a bad people at heart, though I am ashamed, as their old fellow-townsman, to say that they have acted like children in this matter. There's a half-crazy, half-silly old doctor there by the name of Rad- cliffe, and an old parson by the name of Snow, whom I have helped to feed for years, who lead them into difficulty. But they're not a bad people, now, and I am sorry for their sake thai this thing has got into the papers. It'll hurt the town. 206 SEVENOAKS. They have been badly led, inflamed over false information, and they have disgraced themselves. " This closed the interview, and then Col. Belcher politely showed the ' Tattler ' reporter over his palatial abode. ' Taken for all in all, ' he does not expect ' to look upon its like again.' None see it but to love it, None name it but to praise.' " It was 'linked sweetness long drawn out,' and must have cost the gallant Colonel a pile of stamps. Declining an invi- tation to visit the stables, for our new millionaire is a lover of horse-flesh, as well as the narcotic weed and leaving that gentleman tor 'witch the world with wondrous horsemanship,' the * Tattler ' reporter withdrew, ' pierced through with Envy's venomed darts,' and satisfied that his courtly enter- tainer had been ' more sinned against than sinning. ' ' Col. Belcher read the report with genuine pleasure, and then, turning over the leaf, read upon the editorial page the following : " COL. BELCHER ALL RIGHT. We are satisfied that the let- ter from Sevenoaks, published in yesterday's 'Tattler,' in re- gard to our highly respected fellow-citizen, Colonel Robert Belcher, was a gross libel upon that gentleman, and intended, by .the malicious writer, to injure an honorable and innocent man. It is only another instance of the ingratitude of rural communities toward their benefactors. We congratulate the redoubtable Colonel on his removal from so pestilent a neigh- borhood to a city where his sterling qualities will find ' ample scope and verge enough,' and where those who suffer ' the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune ' will not lay them to the charge of one who can, with truthfulness, declare ' Thou canst not say I did it.' " When Mr. Belcher concluded, he muttered to himself, "Twenty dollars! cheap enough." He had remained at home the day before ; now he could go upon ' Change with a SE VENOAKS. 207 face cleared of all suspicion. A cloud of truth had over- shadowed him, but it had been dissipated by the genial sun- light of falsehood. His self-complacency was fully restored when he received a note, in the daintiest text on the daintiest paper, congratulating him on the triumphant establishment of his innocence before the New York public, and bearing as its signature a name so precious to him that he took it to his own room before destroying it and kissed it. CHAPTER XV. WHICH TELLS ABOUT MRS. DILLINGHAM'S CHRISTMAS AND THE NEW YEAR'S RECEPTION AT THE PALGRAVE MANSION. A BRILLIANT Christmas morning shone in at Mrs. Dilling- ham's window, where she sat quietly sunning the better side of her nature. Her parlor was a little paradise, and all things around her were in tasteful keeping with her beautiful self. The Christmas chimes were deluging the air with music ; throngs were passing by on their way to and from church, and exchanging the greetings of the day; wreaths of holly were in her own windows and in those of her neighbors; and the influences of the hour half poetical, half religious held the unlovely and the evil within her in benign though tem- porary thrall. The good angel was dominant within her, while the bad angel slept. Far down the vista of the ages, she was looking into a stable where a baby lay, warm in its swaddling-clothes, the mother bending over it. She saw above the stable a single star, which, palpitating with prophecy, shook its long rays out into the form of a cross, then drew them in until they circled into a blazing crown. Far above the star the air was populous with lambent forms and resonant with shouting voices, and she heard the words: "Peace on earth, good-will to men !" The chimes melted into her reverie ; the kindly sun encouraged it ; the voices of happy children fed it, and she was moved to tears. What could she do now but think over her past life a life that had given her no children a life that had been filled neither by peace nor good-will ? She had married an old 208 SEVENOAKS. 21-9 man for his money; had worried him out of his life, and he had gone and left her childless. She would not charge herself with the crime of hastening to the grave her father and mother, but she knew she had not been a comfort to them. Her willfulness; her love of money and of power; her pride of person and accomplishments ; her desire for admiration ; her violent passions, had made her a torment to others and to herself. She knew that no one loved her for anything good that she possessed, and knew that her own heart was barren of love for others. She felt that a little child who would call her "mother," clinging to her hand, or nestling in her bosom, could redeem her to her better self; and how could she help thinking of the true men who, with their hearts in their fresh, manly hands, had prayed for her love in the dawn of her young beauty, and been spurned from her presence men now in the honorable walks of life with their little ones around them? Her relatives had forsaken her. There was absolutely no one to whom she could turn for the sympathy which in that hour she craved. In these reflections, there was one person of her own blood recalled to whom she had been a curse, and of whom, for a single moment, she could not bear to think. She had driven him from her presence the one who, through all her child- hood, had been her companion, her admirer, her loyal fol- lower. He had dared to love and marry one whom she did not approve, and she had angrily banished him from her side. If she only had him to love, she felt that she should be better and happier, but she had no hope that he would ever return to her. She felt now, with inexpressible loathing, the unworthiness of the charms with which she fascinated the base men around her. The only sympathy she had was from these, and the only power she possessed was over them, and through them. The aim of her life was to fascinate them ; the art of her life was to keep them fascinated without the conscious degrada- tion of herself, and, so, to lead them \vhithersoever she 2io SEVEN OAKS. would. Her business was the manufacture of slaves slaves to her personal charms and her imperious will. Each slave carried around his own secret, treated her with distant defer- ence in society, spoke of her with respect, and congratulated himself on possessing her supreme favor. Not one of them had her heart, or her confidence. With a true woman's in- stinct, she knew that no man who would be untrue to his wife would be true to her. So she played with them as with pup- pies that might gambol around her, and fawn before her, but might not smutch her robes with their dirty feet, or get the opportunity to bite her hand. She had a house, but she had no home. Again and again the thought came to her that in a million homes that morning the air was full of music hearty greetings between parents and children, sweet prattle from lips unstained, merry laughter from bosoms without a care. With a heart full of tender re- grets for the mistakes and errors of the past, with unspeaka- ble contempt for the life she was living, and with vain yearn- ings for something better, she rose and determined to join the throngs that were pressing into the churches. Hastily pre- pared for the street, she went out, and soon, her heart re- sponding to the Christmas music, and her voice to the Christ- mas utterances from the altar, she strove to lift her heart in devotion. She felt the better for it. It was an old habit, and the spasm was over. Having done a good thing, she turned her ear away from the suggestions of her good angel, and, in turning away, encountered the suggestions of worldliness from the other side, which came back to her with their old music. She came out of the church as one comes out of a theater, where for hours he has sat absorbed in the fictitious passion of a play, to the grateful rush and roar of Broadway, the flashing of the lights, and the shouting of the voices of the real world. Mr. Belcher called that evening, and she was glad to see him. Arrayed in all her loveliness, sparkling with vivacity and radiant with health, she sat and wove her toils about him. SEVENOAKS. 211 She had never seemed lovelier in his eyes, and, as he thought of the unresponsive and quiet woman he had left behind him, he felt that his home was not on Fifth Avenue, but in the house where he then sat. Somehow he could not tell how she had always kept him at a distance. He had not dared to be familiar with her. Up to a certain point he could carry his gallantries, but no further. Then the drift of conversa- tion would change. Then something called her away. He grew mad with the desire to hold her hand, to touch her, to unburden his heart of its passion for her, to breathe his hope of future possession ; but always, when the convenient moment came, he was gently repelled, tenderly hushed, adroitly di- verted. He knew the devil was in her ; he believed that she was fond of him, and thus knowing and believing, he was at his wit's end to guess why she should be so persistently per- verse. He had drank that day, and was not so easily man- aged as usual, and she had a hard task to hold him to his pro- prieties. There was only one way to do this, and that was to assume the pathetic. Then she told him of her lonely day, her lack of employ- ment, her wish that she could be of some use in the world, and, finally, she wondered whether Mrs. Belcher would like to have her, Mrs. Dillingham, receive with her on New Year's Day. If that lady would not consider it an intrusion, she should be happy to shut her own house, and thus be able to present all the gentlemen of the city worth knowing, not only to Mrs. Belcher, but to her husband. To have Mrs. Dillingham in the house for a whole day, and particularly to make desirable acquaintances so easily, was a rare privilege. He would speak to Mrs. Belcher about it, and he was sure there could be but one answer. To be frank about it, he did not intend there should be but one answer ; but, for form's sake, it would be best to consult her. Mr. Belcher did not say what was the truth that the guilt in his heart made him more careful to consult Mrs. Belcher in the matter than he otherwise would have been ; but now that his 2i2 SEVENOAKS. loyalty to her had ceased, he became more careful to preserve its semblance. There was a tender quality in Mrs. Dilling- ham's yoice as she parted with him for the evening, and a half returned, suddenly relinquished response to the pressure of his hand, which left the impression that she had checked an eager impulse. Under the influence of these, the man went out from her presence, flattered to his heart's core, and with his admiration of her self-contained and prudent passion more exalted than ever. Mr. Belcher went directly home, and into Mrs. Belcher's room. That good lady was alone, quietly reading. The children had retired, and she was spending her time after her custom. "Well, Sarah, what sort of a Christmas have you had?" Mrs. Belcher bit her lip, for there was something in her husband's tone which conveyed the impression that he was preparing to wheedle her into some scheme upon which he had set his heart, and which he felt or feared, would not be agreeable to her. She had noticed a change in him. He was tenderer toward her than he had been for years, yet her heart detected the fact that the tenderness was a sham. She could not ungraciously repel it, yet she felt humiliated in accepting it. So, as she answered his question with the words : " Oh, much the same as usual," she could not look into his face with a smile upon her own. "I've just been over to call on Mrs. Dillingham," said he. "Ah?" " Yes; I thought I would drop in and give her the compli- ments of the season. She's rather lonely, I fancy." " So am I." " Well now, Sarah, there's a difference ; you know there is. You have your children, and " "And she my husband." " Well, she's an agreeable woman, and I must go out some- times. My acquaintance with agreeable women in New York is not very large." SEVENOAKS. 213 " Why don't you ask your wife to go with you ? I'm fond of agreeable women too." " You are not fond of her, and I'm afraid she suspects it." " I should think she would. Women who are glad to receive alone the calls of married men, always do suspect their wives of disliking them." "' Well, it certainly isn't her fault that men go to see her without their wives. Don't be unfair now, my dear." " I don't think I am," responded Mrs. Belcher. " I notice that women never like other women who are great favorites with men ; and there must be some good reason for it. Women like Mrs. Dillingham, who abound in physical fascinations for men, have no liking for the society of their own sex. I have never heard a woman speak well of her, and I have never heard her speak well of any other woman." " I have, and, more than that, I have heard her speak well of you. I think she is shamefully belied. Indeed, I do not think that either of us has a better friend than she, and I have a proposition to present to you which proves it. She is will- ing to come to us on New Year's Day, and receive with you to bring all her acquaintances into your house, and make them yours and mine." "Is it possible?" "Yes; and I think we should be most ungrateful and dis- courteous to her, as well as impolitic with relation to our- selves and to our social future, not to accept the proposi- tion." " I don't think I care to be under obligations to Mrs. Dil- lingham for society, or care for the society she will bring us. I am not pleased with a proposition of this kind that comes through my husband. If she were my friend it would be a different matter, but she is not. If I were to feel myself moved to invite some lady to come here and receive with me, it would be well enough ; but this proposition is a stroke of patronage as far as I am concerned, and I don't like it. It is like Mrs. Dillingham and all of her kind. Whatever may 2T4 SEl' have been her motives, it was an indelicate thing to do, and she ought to be ashamed of herself for doing it" Mr. Belcher knew in his hea?rt that his wife was right. He knew that every word she had spoken was the truth. He knew that he should never call on Mrs. Dillingham with his wife, save as a matter of policy ; but this did not modify his determination to have his own way. "You place me in a very awkward position, my dear," said he, determined, as long as possible, to maintain an amia- ble mood. "And she has placed me in one which you are helping to fasten upon me, and not at all helping to relieve me from. ' ' "I don't see how I can, my dear. I am compelled to go back to her with some answer ; and, as I am determined to have my house open, I must say whether you accept or de- cline her courtesy; for courtesy it is, and not patronage at all." Mrs. Belcher felt the chain tightening, and knew that she was to be bound, whether willing or unwilling. The con- sciousness of her impotence did not act kindly upon her tem- per, and she burst out : "I do not want her here. I wish she would have done with her officious helpfulness. Why can't she mind her own business, and let me alone?" Mr. Belcher's temper rose to the occasion ; for, although he saw in Mrs. Belcher's petulance and indignation that his vic- tory was half won, he could not quite submit to the abuse of his brilliant pet. "I have some rights in this house myself, my dear, and I fancy that my wishes are deserving of respect, at least." "Very well. If it's your business, why did you come to me with it? Why didn't you settle it before you left the precious lady, who is so much worthier your consideration than your wife ? Now go, and tell her that it is your will that she shall receive with me, and that I tamely submit." S VENOAKS:- 215 " I shall tell her nothing of the kind." " You can say no less, if you tell her the truth." " My dear, you are angry. Let's not talk about it any more to-night. You will feel differently about it in the morning." Of course, Mrs. Belcher went to bed in tears, cried over it until she went to sleep, and woke in the morning submissive, and quietly determined to yield to her husband's wishes. Of course, Mr. Belcher was not late in informing Mrs. Dilling- ham that his wife would be most happy to accept her proposi- tion. Of course, Mrs. Dillingham lost no time in sending her card to all the gentlemen she had ever met, with the in- dorsement, " Receives on New Year's with Mrs. Col. Belcher, Fifth Avenue." Of course, too, after the task was accomplished, she called on Mrs. Belcher to express her grati- tude for the courtesy, and to make suggestions about the entertainment. Was it quite of ..course that Mrs. Belcher, in the presence of this facile woman, overflowing with kind feel- ing, courteous deference, pleasant sentiment and sparkling conversation, should feel half ashamed of herself, and wonder how one so good and bright and sweet could so have moved her to anger? The day came at last, and at ten Mrs. Dillingham entered the grand drawing-room in her queenly appareling. She applauded Mrs. Belcher's appearance, she kissed the children, all of whom thought her the loveliest lady they had ever seen, and in an aside to Mr. Belcher cautioned him against par- taking too bountifully of the wines he had provided for his guests. " Let us have a nice thing of it," she said, "and nothing to be sorry for." Mr. Belcher was faithfully in her leading. It would have been no self-denial for him to abstain entirely for her sake. He would do anything she wished. There was one thing noticeable in her treatment of the lads of the family, and in their loyalty to her. She could win a boy's heart with a touch of her hand, a smile and a kiss. 2 i6 SEVENOAKS. They clung to her whenever in her presence. They hung charmed upon all her words. They were happy to do any- thing she desired ; and as children see through shams more quickly than their elders, it could not be doubted that she had a genuine affection for them. A child addressed the best side of her nature, and evoked a passion that had never found rest in satisfaction, while her heartiness and womanly beauty appealed to the boy nature with charms to which it yielded unbounded admiration and implicit confidence. The reception was a wonderful success. Leaving out of the account the numbers of gentlemen who came to see the revived glories of the Palgrave mansion, there was a large num- ber of men who had been summoned by Mrs. Dillingham's cards men who undoubtedly ought to have been in better business or in better company. They were men in good positions clergymen, merchants, lawyers, physicians, young men of good families men whose wives and mothers and sisters entertained an uncharitable opinion of that lady ; but for this one courtesy of a year the men would not be called to account. Mrs. Dillingham knew them all at sight, called each man promptly by name, and presented them all to her dear friend Mrs. Belcher, and then to Col. Belcher, who, dividing his attention between the drawing-room and the dining-room, played trie host with rude heartiness and large hospitality. Mrs. Belcher was surprised by the presence of a number of men whose names were familiar with the public Members of Congress, representatives of the city government, clergy- men even, who were generally supposed to be "at home " on that day. Why had these made their appearance? She could only come to one conclusion, which was, that they regarded Mrs. Dillingham as a show. Mrs. Dillingham in a beautiful house, arranged for self-exhibition, was certainly more attractive than Mary, Queen of Scots, in wax, in a pub- lic hall ; and she could be seen for nothing. It is doubtful whether Mrs. Belcher's estimate of their sex SEVENOAKS. 217 was materially raised by their tribute to her companion's personal attractions, but they furnished her with an interest- ing study. She was comforted by certain observations, viz., that there were at least twenty men among them who, by their manner and their little speeches, which only a woman could interpret, showed that they were entangled in the same meshes that had been woven around her husband ; that they were as foolish, as fond, as much deceived, and as treacherously en- tertained as he. She certainly was amused. Puffy old fellows with nosegays in their button-holes grew gallant and young in Mrs. Dilling- ham's presence, filled her ears with flatteries, received the grateful tap of her fan, and were immediately banished to the dining-room, from which they emerged redder in the face and puffier than ever. Dapper young men arriving in cabs threw off their overcoats before alighting, and ran up the steps in evening dress, went through their automatic greeting and leave-taking, and ran out again to get through their task of making almost numberless calls during the day. Steady old men like Mr. Tunbridge and Mr. Schoonmaker, who had had the previous privilege of meeting Mr. Belcher, were turned over to Mrs. Belcher, with whom they sat down and had a quiet talk. Mrs. Dillingham seemed to know exactly how to apportion the constantly arriving and departing guests. Some were entertained by herself, some were given to Mr. Belcher,' some to the hostess, and others were sent directly to the refreshment tables to be fed. Mr. Belcher was brought into contact with men of his own kind, who did not fail to recognize him as a congenial spirit, and to express the hope of seeing more of him, now that he had become "one of us." Each one knew some other one whom he would take an early opportunity of presenting to Mr. Belcher. They were all glad he was in New York. It was the place for him. Everything was open to such a man as he, in such a city, and they only wondered why he had been content to remain so long, shut away from his own .kind. 10 2 i8 SEVENOAKS. These expressions of brotherly interest were very pleasant to Mr. Belcher. They flattered him and paved the way for a career. He would soon be hand-in-glove with them all. He would soon raid the ways of their prosperity, and make himself felt among them. The long afternoon wore away, and, just as the sun was setting, Mrs. Belcher was called from the drawing-room by some family care, leaving Mr. Belcher and Mrs. Dillingham together. "Don't be gone long," said the latter to Mrs. Belcher, as she left the room. " Be gone till to-morrow morning," said Mr. Belcher, in a whisper at Mrs. Dillingham's ear. "You're a wretch,'* said the lady. "You're right a very miserable wretch. Here you've Deen playing the devil with a hundred men all day, and I've been looking at you. Is there any article of your apparel that I can have the privilege of kissing ?" Mrs. Dillingham laughed him in his face. Then she took a wilted rose-bud from a nosegay at her breast, and gave it to him. " My roses are all faded," sh? said "worth nothing to me worth nothing to anybody except you." Then she passed to the window ; to hide her emotion ? to hide her duplicity ? to change the subject ? to give Mr. Bel- cher a glance at her gracefully retreating figure ? to show her- self, framed by the window, into a picture for the delight of his devouring eyes? Mr. Belcher followed her. His hand lightly loucned her waist, and she struck it down, as if her c>ww ve** .tin* paw of a lynx. " You startled me so !" she said. "Are you always to be startled so easily?'' "Here? yes." " Everywhere?" "Yes. Perhaps so." SEVENOAKS. 219 " Thank you." "For what?" " For the perhaps." " You are easily pleased and grateful for nothing ; and, now, tell me who lives opposite to you?" "A lawyer by the name of James Balfour." "James Balfour? Why, he's one of my old flames. He ought to have been here to-day. Perhaps he'll be in this evening." "Not he." "Why?" " He has the honor to be an enemy of mine, and knows that I would rather choke him than eat my dinner." "You men are such savages; but aren't those nice boys on the steps?" " I happen to know one of them, and I should like to know why he is there, and how he came there. Between you and me, now strictly between you and me that boy is the only person that stands between me and and a pile of money." "Is it possible ? Which one, now ?" "The larger." "But, isn't he lovely?" " He's a Sevenoaks pauper." " You astonish me. ' ' " I tell you the truth, and Balfour has managed, in some way, to get hold of him, and means to make money out of me by it. I know men. You can't tell me anything about men ; and my excellent neighbor will have his hands full, whenever he sees fit to undertake his job." " Tell me all about it now," said Mrs. Dillingham, her eyes alight with genuine interest. " Not now, but I'll tell you what I would like to have you do. You have a way of making boys love you, and men too for that matter and precious little do they get for it." " Candid and complimentary," she sighed. "Well, I've seen you manage with my boys, and I would 220 SEVEN OAKS. like to have you try it with him. Meet him in the street, manage to speak to him, get him into your house, make him love you. You can do it. You are bold enough, ingenious enough, and subtle enough to do anything of that kind you will undertake. Some time, if you have him under your in- fluence, you may be of use to me. Some time, he may be glad to hide in your house. No harm can come to you in making his acquaintance." " Do you know that you are talking very strangely to me?" " No. I'm talking business. Is that a strange thing to a woman? " Mrs. Dillingham made no reply, but stood and watched the boys, as they ran up and down the steps in play, with a smile of sympathy upon her face, and genuine admiration of the graceful motions and handsome face and figure of the lad of whom Mr. Belcher had been talking. Her curiosity was piqued, her love of intrigue was appealed to, and she deter- mined to do, at the first convenient opportunity, what Mr. Belcher desired her to do. Then Mrs. Belcher returned, and the evening, like the afternoon, was devoted to the reception of guests, and when, at last, the clock struck* eleven, and Mrs. Dillingham stood bonneted and shawled ready to go home in the carriage that waited at the door, Mrs. Belcher kissed her, while Mr. Bel- cher looked on in triumph. " Now, Sarah, haven't we had a nice day? " said he. " Very pleasant, indeed." "And haven't I behaved well? Upon my word, I believe I shall have to stand treat to my own abstinence, before I go to bed." "Yes, you've been wonderfully good," remarked his wife. " Men are such angels ! " said Mrs. Dillingham. Tlaen Mr. Belcher put on his hat and overcoat, led Mrs. Dillingham to her carriage, got in after her, slammed the door, and drove away. No sooner were they in the carriage than Mrs. Dillingham SEVEN OAKS. 221 went to talking about the little boy, in the most furious man- ner. Poor Mr. Belcher could not divert her, could not in- duce her to change the subject, could not get in a word edge- wise, could not put forward a single apology for the kiss he intended to win, did not win his kiss at all. The little jour- ney was ended, the carriage door thrown open by her own hand, and she was out without his help. "Good-night; don't get out," and she flew up the steps and rang the bell. Mr. Belcher ordered the coachman to drive him home, and then sank back on his seat, and crowding his lips together, and compressing his disappointment into his familiar exple- tive, he rode back to his house as rigid in every muscle as if he had been frozen. " Is there any such thing as a virtuous devil, I wonder," he muttered to himself, as he mounted his steps. " I doubt it ; I doubt it." The next day was icy. Men went slipping along upon the side-walks as carefully as if they were trying to follow a guide through the galleries of Versailles. And in the afternoon a beautiful woman called a boy to her, and begged him to give her his shoulder and help her home. The request was so sweetly made, she expressed her obligations so courteously, she smiled upon him so beautifully, she praised him so ingenuously, she shook his hand at parting so heartily, that he went home all aglow from his heart to his finger's ends. Mrs. Dillingham had made Harry Benedict's acquaintance, which she managed to keep alive by bows in the street and bows from the window, managed to keep alive until the lad worshiped her as a sort of divinity and, to win her smiling recognition, would go out of his way a dozen blocks on any errand about the city. He recognized her knew her as the beautiful woman he had seen in the great house across the street before Mr. Bel- cher arrived in town. Recognizing her as such, he kept the 222 SEVENOAKS. secret of his devotion to himself, for fear that it would be frowned upon by his good friends the Balfours. Mr. Bel- cher, however, knew all about it, rejoiced in it, and count- ed upon it as a possible means in the accomplishment of his ends. CHAPTER XVI. WHICH GIVES AN ACCOUNT OF A VOLUNTARY AND AN INVOLUNTARY VISIT OF SAM YATES TO NUMBER NINE. MR. BELCHER followed up the acquaintance which he had so happily made on New Year's Day with many of the leading operators of Wall street, during the remainder of the winter, and, by the careful and skillful manipulation of the minor stocks of the market, not only added to his wealth by sure and steady degrees, but built up a reputation for sagacity and boldness. He struck at them with a strong hand, and gra- dually became a recognized power on 'Change. He knew that he would not be invited into any combinations until he had demonstrated his ability to stand alone. He understood that he could not win a leading position in any of the great financial enterprises until he had shown that he had the skill to manage them. He was playing for two stakes present profit and future power and glory ; and he played with brave adroitness. During the same winter the work at Number Nine went on according to contract. Mike Conlin found his second horse and the requisite sled, and, the river freezing solidly and con- tinuously, he was enabled not only to draw the lumber to the river, but up to the very point where it was to be used, and where Jim and Mr. Benedict were hewing and framing their timber, and pursuing their trapping with unflinching industry. Number Ten was transformed into a stable, where Mike kept his horses on the nights of his arrival. Two trips a week were all that he could accomplish, but the winter was so long, and he was so industrious, that before the ice broke up, everything 223 224 SEVENOAKS. for the construction of the house had been delivered, even to the bricks for the chimney, the lime for the plastering, and the last clapboard and shingle. The planning, the chaffing, the merry stories of which Number Nine was the scene that winter, the grand, absorbing interest in the enterprise in which these three men were engaged, ic would be pleasant to recount, but they may safely be left to the reader's imagina- tion. What was Sam Yates doing ? He lived up to the letter of his instructions. Finding him- self in the possession of an assured livelihood, respectably dressed and engaged in steady employment, his appetite for drink loosened its cruel hold upon him, and he was once more in possession of himself. All the week long he was busy in visiting hospitals, alms-houses and lunatic asylums, and in examining their records and the mortuary records of the city. Sometimes he presented himself at the doors of public institu- tions as a philanthropist, preparing by personal inspection for writing some book, or getting statistics, or establishing an institution on behalf of a public benefactor. Sometimes he went in the character of a lawyer, in search of a man who had fallen heir to a fortune. He had always a plausible story to tell, and found no difficulty in obtaining an entrance at all the doors to which his inquisition led him. He was treated everywhere so courteously that his self-respect was wonderfully nourished, and he began to feel as if it were possible for him to become a man again. On every Saturday night, according to Mr. Belcher's com- mand, he made his appearance in the little basement-room of the grand residence, where he was first presented to the reader. On these occasions he always brought a clean record of what he had done during the week, which he read to Mr. Belcher, and then passed into that gentleman's hands, to be filed away and preserved. On every visit, too, he was made to feel that he was a slave. As his self-respect rose from week to week, the coarse and brutal treatment of the proprietor was in- creased. Mr. Belcher feared that the- man was getting above SEVENOAKS. 225 his business, and that, as the time approached when he might need something very different from these harmless investiga- tions, his instrument might become too fine for use. Besides the ministry to his self-respect which his labors rendered, there was another influence upon Sam Yates that tended to confirm its effects. He had in his investigations come into intimate contact with the results of all forms of vice: Idiocy, insanity, poverty, moral debasement, disease in a thousand repulsive forms, all these had frightened and disgusted him. On the direct road to one of these terrible goals he had been traveling. He knew it, and, with a shud- der many times repeated, felt it. He had been arrested in the downward road, and, God helping him, he would never resume it. He had witnessed brutal cruelties and neglect among officials that maddened him. The professional indif- ference of keepers and nurses towards- those who, if vicious, were still unfortunate and helpless, offended and outraged all of manhood there was left in him. One evening, early in the spring, he made his customary call upon Mr. Belcher, bringing his usual report. He had completed the canvass of the city and its environs, and had found no testimony to the death or recent presence of Mr. Benedict. He hoped that Mr. Belcher was done with him, for he saw that his brutal will was the greatest obstacle to his reform. If he could get away from his master, he could begin life anew ; for his professional brothers, who well remem- bered his better days, were ready to throw business into his hands, now that he had become himself again. " I suppose this ends it," said Yates, as he read his report, and passed it over into Mr. Belcher's hands. " Oh, you do !" " I do not see how I can be of further use to you." " Oh, you don't !" " I have certainly reason to be grateful for your assistance, but 1^ have no desire to be a burden upon your hands. I think I can get a living now in my profession." 10* 226 SEVEtfOAKS. "Then we've found that we have a profession, have we? We've become highly respectable." " I really don't see what occasion you have to taunt me. I have done my duty faithfully, and taken no more than my just pay for the labor I have performed." " Sam Yates, I took you out of the gutter. Do you know that?" "I do, sir." " Did you ever hear of my doing such a thing as that before?" "I never did." " What do you suppose I did it for?" " To serve yourself." " You are right ; and now let me tell you that I am not done with you yet, and I shall not be done with you until I have in my hands a certificate of the death of Paul Benedict, and an instrument drawn up in legal form, making over to me all his right, title and interest in every patented invention of his which I am now using in my manufactures. Do you hear that?" "I do." ' ' What have you to say to it ? Are you going to live up to your pledge, or are you going to. break with me?" "If I could furnish such an instrument honorably, I would do it." " Hm ! I tell you, Sam Yates, this sort of thing won't do." Then Mr. Belcher left the room, and soon returned with a glass and a bottle of brandy. Setting them upon the table, he took the key from the outside of the door, inserted it upon the inside, turned it, and then withdrew it, and put it in his pocket. Yates rose and watched him, his face pale, and his heart thumping at his side like a tilt-hammer. " Sam Yates," said Mr. Belcher, "you are getting alto- gether too virtuous. Nothing will cure you but a good, old- fashioned drunk. Dip in, now, and take your fill. You can lie here all night if you wish to." SEVENOAKS, 227 Mr. Belcher drew the cork, and poured out a tumblerful of the choice old liquid. Its fragrance filled the little room. It reached the nostrils of the poor slave, who shivered as if an ague had smitten him. He hesitated, advanced toward the table, retreated, looked at Mr. Belcher, then at the brandy, then walked the room, then paused before Mr. Bel- cher, who had coolly watched the struggle from his chair. The victim of this passion was in the supreme of torment. His old thirst was roused to fury. The good resolutions of the preceding weeks, the moral strength he had won, the mo- tives that had come to life within him, the promise of a better future, sank away into blank nothingness. A patch of fire burned on either cheek. His eyes were bloodshot. " Oh God ! Oh God !" he exclaimed, and buried his face in his hands. " Fudge ! " said Mr. Belcher. "What do you make an ass of yourself for ? " " If you'll t:ake these things out of the room, and see that I drink nothing to-night, I'll do anything. They are hell and damnation to me. Don't you see? Have you no pity on me ? Take them away ! ' ' Mr. Belcher was surprised, but he had secured the promise he was after, and so he coolly rose and removed the offensive temptation. Yates sat down as limp as if he had had a sunstroke. After sitting a long time in silence, he looked up, and begged for the privilege of sleeping in the house. He did not dare to trust himself in the street until sleep had calmed 'and strength- ened him. There was a lounge in the room, and, calling a servant, Mr. Belcher ordered blankets to be brought down. "You can sleep here to-night, and I will see you in the morning," said he, rising, and leaving him without even the common courtesy of a " good-night." Poor Sam Yates had a very bad night indeed. He was humiliated by the proof of his weakness, and maddened by 228 SEVENOAKS. the outrage which had been attempted upon him and his good resolutions. In the morning, he met Mr. Belcher, feeble and unrefreshed, and with seeming acquiescence received his di- rections for future work. " I want you to take the road from here to Seven oaks, stopping at every town on the way. You can be sure of this : he is not near Sevenoaks. The whole county, and in fact the adjoining counties, were all ransacked to find him. 'He cannot have found asylum there ; so he must be either between here and Sevenoaks, or must have gone into the woods beyond. There's a trapper there, one Jim Fenton. He may have come across him in the woods, alive or dead, and I want you to go to his camp and find out whether he knows anything. My impression is that he knew Benedict well, and that Benedict used to hunt with him. When you come back to me, after a. faithful search, with the report that you can find nothing of him, or with the report of his death, we shall be ready foj decisive operations. Write me when you have anything t<- write, and if you find it necessary to spend money to secure- any very desirable end, spend it." Then Mr. Belcher put into the hands of his agent a roll of bank-notes, and armed him with a check that might be used in case of emergency, and sent him off. It took Yates six long weeks to reach Sevenoaks. He labored daily with the same faithfulness that had characterized his operations in the city, and, reaching Sevenoaks, he found himself for a few days free from care, and at liberty to resume the acquaintance with his early home, where he and Robert Belcher had been boys together. The people of Sevenoaks had long before heard of the fall of Sam Yates from his early rectitude. They had once been proud of him, and when he left them for the city, they ex- pected to hear great things of him. So when the-y learned that, after entering upon his profession with brilliant promise, he had ruined himself with drink, they bemoaned him for a while, and at last forgot him. His relatives never mentioned SEVENOAKS. 229 him, and when, well dressed, dignified, self-respectful, he ap- peared among them again, it was. like receiving one from the dead. The rejoicing of his relatives, the cordiality of his old friends and companions, the reviving influences of the scenes of his boyhood, all tended to build up his self-respect, reinforce his strength, and fix his determinations for a new life. Of course he did not make known his business, and of course he heard a thousand inquiries about Mr. Belcher, and listened to the stories of the proprietor's foul dealings with the people of his native town. His own relatives had been straitened or impoverished by the man's rascalities, and the fact was not calculated to strengthen his loyalty to his em- ployer. He heard also the whole story of the connection of Mr. Belcher with Benedict's insanity, of the escape of the latter from the poor-house, and of the long and unsuccessful search that had been made for him. He spent a delightful week among his friends in the old village, learned about Jim Fenton and the way to reach him, and on a beautiful spring morning, armed with fishing tackle, started from Sevenoaks for a fortnight's absence in the woods. The horses were fresh, the air sparkling, and at mid-afternoon he found himself standing by the river-side, with a row of ten miles before him in a birch canoe, whose hiding-place Mike Conlin had revealed to him during a brief call at his house. To his unused muscles it was a serious task to undertake, but he was not a novice, and it was entered upon deliberately and with a prudent husbandry of his power of endurance. Great was the surprise of Jim and Mr. Benedict, as they sat eating their late supper, to hear the sound of the paddle down the river, and to see approaching them a city gentleman, who, greeting them courteously, drew up in front of their cabin, took out his luggage, and presented himself. "Where's Jim Fenton?" said Yates. " That's me. Them as likes me calls me Jim, and them as don't like me wall, they don't call." 2 30 SEVENOAKS. "Well, I've called, and I call you Jim." "All right ; let's see yer tackle," said Jim. Jim took the rod that Yates handed to him, looked it over, and then said : " When ye come to Sevenoaks ye didn't think o' goin' a fishin'. This 'ere tackle wasn't brung from the city, and ye ain't no old fisherman. This is the sort they keep down to Sevenoaks." "No," said Yates, flushing; " I thought I should find near you the tackle used here, so I didn't burden myself." "That seems reasonable," said Jim, "but it ain't. A trout's a trout anywhere, an' ye hain't got no reel. Ye never fished with anything but a white birch pole in yer life." Yates was amused, and laughed. Jim did not laugh. He was just as sure that Yates had come on some errand, for which his fishing tackle was a cover, as that he had come at all. He could think of but one motive that would bring the man into the woods, unless he came for sport, and for sport he did not believe his visitor had come at all. He was not dressed for it. None but old sportsmen, with nothing else to do, ever came into the woods at that season. "Jim, introduce me to your friend," said Yates, turning to Mr. Benedict, who had dropped his knife and fork, and sat uneasily witnessing the meeting, and listening to the conver- sation. "Well, I call 'im Number Ten. His name's Williams; an' now if ye ain't too tired, perhaps ye' 11 tell us what they call ye to home." " Well, I'm Number Eleven, and my name's Williams, too." " Then, if yer name's Williams, an' ye're Number 'leven, ye want some supper. Set down an' help yerself." Before taking his seat, Yates turned laughingly to Mr. Benedict, shook his hand, and " hoped for a better acquaint- ance." Jim was puzzled. The man was no ordinary man ; he was good-natured ; he was not easily perturbed ; he was there with a purpose, and that purpose had nothing to do with sport. SEVENOAKS. 23: After Yates had satisfied his appetite with the coarse food before him, and had lighted his cigar, Jim drove directly at business. " What brung ye here ?" said he. " A pair of horses and a birch canoe." " Oh ! I didn't know but 'twas a mule and a bandanner hankercher," said Jim; "and whar be ye goin' to sleep to- night?" " In the canoe, I suppose, if some hospitable man doesn't invite me to sleep in his cabin." " An' if ye sleep in his cabin, what be ye gom* to do to- morrer ?" " Get up." " An' clear out?" "Not a bit of it." " Well, I love to see folks make themselves to home ; but ye don't sleep in no cabin o' mine till I know who ye be, an' what ye' re arter." "Jim, did you ever hear of entertaining angels unaware ?" and Yates looked laughingly into his face. "No, but I've hearn of angels entertainin' theirselves on tin-ware, an' I've had 'em here." " Do you have tin peddlers here?" inquired Yates, looking around him. " No, but we have paupers sometimes," and Jim looked Yates directly in the eye. " What paupers?" " From Sevenoaks." " And do they bring tin-ware?" " Sartin they do ; leastways, one on 'em did, an' I never seen but one in the woods, an' he come here one night tootin' on a tin horn, an' blowin' about bein' the angel Gabrel. Do you see my har ?" " Rather bushy, Jim." "Well, that's the time it come up, an' it's never been tired enough to lay down sence. ' ' 2 3 2 SEVENOAKS. " What became of Gabriel?" " I skeered 'im, and he went oif into the woods pertendin' he was tryin' to catch a bullet. That's the kind o' ball I allers use when I have a little game with a rovin' angel that comes kadoodlin' round me." " Did you ever see him afterward ?" inquired Yates. "Yes, I seen him. He laid down one night under a tree, an' he wasn't called to breakfast, an' he never woke up. So I made up my mind he'd gone to play angel somewheres else, an' I dug a hole an' put 'im into it, an' he hain't never riz, if so be he wasn't Number 'leven, an' his name was Williams." Yates did not laugh, but manifested the most eager interest. "Jim," said he, "can you show me his bones, and swear to your belief that he was an escaped pauper?" "Easy." "Was there a man lost from the poor-house about that time?" " Yes, an' there was a row about it, an' arterward old Buffum was took with knowin' less than he ever knowed afore. He always did make a fuss about breathin', so he give it up." "Well, the man you buried is the man I'm after." "Yes, an' old Belcher sent ye. I knowed it. I smelt the old feller when I heern yer paddle. When a feller works for the devil it ain't hard to guess what sort of a angel he is. Ye must feel mighty proud o' yer belongins." "Jim, I'm a lawyer; it's my business. I do what I'm hired to do." "Well," responded Jim, "I don't know nothin' about lawyers, but I'd rather be a natural born cuss nor a hired one." Yates laughed, but Jim was entirely sober. The lawyer saw that he was unwelcome, and that the sooner he was out of Jim's way, the better that freely speaking person would like it. So he said quietly : " Jim, I see that I am not welcome, but I bear you no ill SEVENOAKS. 233 will. Keep me to-night, and to-morrow show me this man's bones, and sign a certificate of the statements you have made to me, and I will leave you at once." The woodsman made no more objection, and the next morning, after breakfast, the three men went together and found the place of the pauper's burial. It took but a few minutes to disinter the skeleton, and, after a silent look at it, it was again buried, and all returned to the cabin. Then the lawyer, after asking further questions, drew up a paper certi- fying to all the essential facts in the case, and Jim signed it. "Now, how be ye goin' to get back to Sevenoaks?" in- quired Jim. " I don't know. The man who brought me in is not to come for me for a fortnight. ' ' "Then ye've got to huff it," responded Jim. "It's a long way." " Ye can do it as fur as Mike's, an' he'll be glad to git back some o' the hundred dollars that old Belcher got out of him." " The row and the walk will be too much." " I'll take ye to the landing," said Jim. " I shall be glad to pay you for the job," responded Yates. "An' ef ye do," said Jim, "there'll be an accident, an' two men'll get wet, anyone on 'em'll stan' a chance to be drownded." " Well, have your own way," said Yates. It was not yet noon, and Jim hurried off his visitor. Yates bade good-bye to Benedict, jumped into Jim's boat, and was soon out of sight down the stream. The boat fairly leaped through the water under Jim's strong and steady strokes, and it seemed that only an hour had passed when the landing was discovered. They made the whole distance in silence. Jim, sitting at his oars, with Yates in the stern, had watched the lawyer with a puzzled expression. He could not read him. The man had not said a word about Benedict. He had not once pro- 234 SEVENOAKS. nounced his name. He was evidently amused with something, and had great difficulty in suppressing a smile. Again and again the amused expression suffused the lawyer's face, and still, by an effort of will, it was smothered. Jim was in tor- ture. The man seemed to be in possession of some great secret, and looked as if he only waited an opportunity be- yond observation to burst into a laugh. "What the devil ye thinkin' on?" inquired Jim at last. Yates looked him in the eyes, and replied coolly : " I was thinking how well Benedict is looking." Jim stopped rowing, holding his oars in the air. He was dumb. His face grew almost livid, and his hair seemed to rise and stand straight all over his head. His first impulse was to spring upon the man and throttle him, but a moment's reflection determined him upon another course. He let his oars drop into the water, and then took up the rifle, which he always carried at his side. Raising it to his eye, he said : "Now, Number 'leven, come an' take my seat. Ef ye make any fuss," I'll tip ye into the river, or blow yer brains out. Any man that plays traitor with Jim Fenton, gits trai- tor's fare." Yates saw that he had made a fatal mistake, and that it was too late to correct it. He saw that Jim was dangerously ex- cited, and that it would not do to excite him further. He therefore rose, and with feigned pleasantry, said he should be very glad to row to the landing. Jim passed him and took a seat in the stern of the boat. Then, as Yates took up the oars, Jim raised his rifle, and, pointing it directly at the lawyer's breast, said : " Now, Sam Yates, turn this boat round." Yates was surprised in turn, bit his lips, and hesitated. " Turn this boat round, or I'll fix ye so't I can see through ye plainer nor I do now." "Surely, Jim, you don't mean to have me row back, haven't harmed you." "Turn this boat round, quicker nor lightnin'." SEVENOAKS. 235 "There, it's. turned," said Yates, assuming a smile. " Now row back to Number Nine." " Come, Jim," said Yates, growing pale with vexation and apprehension, " this fooling has gone far enough." " Not by ten mile," said Jim. "You surely don't mean to take me back. You have no right to do it. I can prosecute you for this." " Not if I put a bullet through ye, or drown ye." " Do you mean to have me row back to Number Nine?" " I mean to have you row back to Number Nine, or go to the bottom leakin'," responded Jim. Yates thought a moment, looked angrily at the determined man before him, as if he were meditating some rash experi- ment, and then dipped his oars and rowed up-stream. Great was the surprise of Mr. Benedict late in the after- noon to see Yates slowly rowing toward the cabin, and land- ing under cover of Jim's rifle, and the blackest face that he had ever seen above his good friend's shoulders. CHAPTER XVII. IN WHICH JIM CONSTRUCTS TWO HAPPY DAVIDS, RAISES HIS HOTEL, AND DISMISSES SAM YATES. WHEN the boat touched the bank, Jim, still with his rifle pointed at the breast of Sam Yates, said : " Now git out, an' take a bee line for the shanty, an' see how many paces ye make on't." Yates was badly blown by his row of ten miles on the river, and could hardly stir from his seat ; but Mr. Benedict helped him up the bank, and then Jim followed him on shore. Benedict looked from one to the other with mingled sur- prise and consternation, and then said : "Jim, what does this mean ?" "It means," replied Jim, "that Number 'leven, an' his name is Williams, forgot to 'tend to his feelin's over old Tilden's grave, an' I've axed 'im to come back an' use up his clean hankerchers. He was took with a fit o' knowin' some- thin', too, an' I'm goin' to see if I can cure 'im. It's a new sort o' sickness for him, an' it may floor 'im." " I suppose there is no use in carrying on this farce any longer," said Yates. " I knew you, Mr. Benedict, soon after arriving here, and it seems that you recognized me ; and now, here is my hand. I never meant you ill, and I did not expect to find you alive. I have tried my best to make you out a dead man, and so to report you ; but Jim has compelled me to come back and make sure that you are alive." "No, I didn't," responded Jim. "I wanted to let ye know that I'm alive, and that I don't 'low no hired cusses to 236 SEVENOAKS. , 237 come snoopin' round my camp, an' goin' off with a haw-haw buttoned up in their jackets, without a thrashin'." Benedict, of. course, stood thunderstruck and irresolute. He was discovered by the very man whom his old persecutor had sent for the purpose. He had felt that the discovery would be made sooner or later intended, indeed, that it should be made but he was not ready. They all walked to the cabin in moody silence. Jim felt that he had been hasty, and was very strongly inclined to be- lieve in the sincerity of Yates ; but he knew it was safe to be on his guard with any man who was in the employ of Mr. Belcher. Turk saw there was trouble, and whined around his master, as if inquiring whether there was anything that he could do to bring matters to an adjustment. " No, Turk ; he's my game," said Jim. " Ye couldn't eat 'im no more nor ye could a muss-rat." There were just three seats in the cabin two camp-stools md a chest. "That's the seat for ye," said Jim to Yates, pointing to the chest. "Jest plant yerself thar. Thar's somethin' in (hat 'ere chest as' 11 make ye tell the truth." Yates looked at the chest and hesitated. " It ain't powder," said Jim, " but it'll blow ye worse nor powder, if ye don't tefl the truth." Yates sat down. He had not appreciated the anxiety of Benedict to escape discovery, or he would not have been so silly as to bruit his knowledge until he had left the woods. He felt ashamed of his indiscretion, but, as he knew that his mo- tives were good, he could not but feel that he had been out- raged. "Jim, you have abused me," said he. "You have mis- understood me, and that is the only apology that you can make for your discourtesy. I was a fool to tell you what I knew, but you had no right to serve me as you have served me." "P'raps I hadn't," responded Jim, doubtfully. 238 SEVENOAKS. Yates went on : " I have never intended to play you a trick. It may be a base thing for me to do, but I intended to deceive Mr. Bel- cher. He is a man to whom I owe no good will. He has always treated me like a dog, and he will continue the treat- ment so long as I have anything to do with him; but he found me when I was very low, and he has furnished me with the money that has made it possible for me to redeem myself. Believe me, the finding of Mr. Benedict was the most un- welcome discovery I ever made." " Ye talk reasonable," said Jim ; " but how be I goin' to know that ye're tellin' the truth? " " You cannot know," replied Yates. " The circumstances are all against me, but you will be obliged to trust me. You are not going to kill me ; you are not going to harm me ; for you would gain nothing by getting my ill will. I forgive your indignities, for it was natural for you to be provoked, and I provoked you needlessly childishly, in fact ; but after what I have said, anything further in that line will not be borne." " I've a good mind to lick ye now," said Jim, on hearing himself defied. " You would be a fool to undertake it," said Yates. "Well, what be ye goin' to tell did Belcher, anyway? " inquired Jim. " I doubt whether I shall tell him anything. I have no in- tention of telling him that Mr. Benedict is here, and I do not wish to tell him a lie. I have intended to tell him that in all my journey to Sevenoaks I did not find the object of my search, and that Jim Fenton declared that but one pauper had ever come into the woods and died there." " That's the truth," said Jim. " Benedict ain't no pauper, nor hain't been since he left the poor-rK>use." " If he knows about old Tilden," said Yates, "and I'm afraid he does, he'll know that I'm on the wrong scent. If he doesn't know about him, he'll naturally conclude that the SEVENOAKS. 239 dead man was Mr. Benedict. That will answer his pur- pose." " Old Belcher ain't no fool," said Jim. " Well," said Yates, " why doesn't Mr. Benedict come out like a man and claim his rights ? That would relieve me, and settle all the difficulties of the case." Benedict had nothing to say for this, for there was what he felt to be a just reproach in it. "It's the way he's made," replied Jim "leastways, partly. When a man's ben hauled through hell by the har, it takes 'im a few days to git over bein' dizzy an' find his legs ag'in ; an' when a man sells himself to old Belcher, he mustn't squawk an' try to git another feller to help 'im out of 'is bargain. Ye got into't, an' ye must git out on't the best way ye can." " What would you have me do? " inquired Yates. " I want to have ye sw'ar, an' sign a Happy David." "A what?" "A Happy David. Ye ain't no lawyer if ye don't know what a Happy David is, and can't make one." Yates recognized, with a smile, the nature of the instrument disguised in Jim's pronunciation and conception, and inquired: " What would you have me to swear to ? " "To what I tell ye." "Very well. I have pen and paper with me, and am ready to write. Whether I will sign the paper will depend upon its contents." "Be ye ready?" "Yes." " Here ye have it, then. 'I solem-ny sw'ar, s'welp me! that I hain't seen no pauper, in no woods, with his name as Benedict.' " Jim paused, and Yates, having completed the sentence, waited. Then Jim muttered to himself: ' ' With his name as Benedict with his name is Benedict with his name was Benedict." Then with a puzzled look, he said : 2 4 o SEVEN OAKS. " Yates, can't ye doctor that a little? " " Whose name was Benedict," suggested Yates. " Whose name was Benedict," continued Jim. " Now read it over, as fur as ye've got." " 'I solemnly swear that I have seen no pauper in the woods whose name was Benedict.' " " Now look a here, Sam Yates ! That sort o' thing won't do. Stop them tricks. Ye don't know me, an' ye don't know whar ye're settin' if you think that'll go down." " Why, what's the matter? " ' ' I telled ye that Benedict was no pauper, an' ye say that ye've seen no pauper whose name was Benedict. That's jest tellin' that he's here. Oh, ye can't come that game ! Now begin agin, an' write jest as I give it to ye. ' I solem-ny sw'ar, s'welp me ! that I hain't seen no pauper, in no woods, whose name was Benedict.' " " Done," said Yates, " but it isn't grammar." " Hang the grammar !" responded Jim ; "what I want is sense. Now jine this on : 'An' I solem-ny sw'ar, s'welp me! that I won't blow on Benedict, as isn't a pauper no more nor Jim Fenton is an' if so be as I do blow on Benedict I give Jim Fenton free liberty, out and out to lick me without goin' to lor but takin' the privlidge of self-de- fense.' " Jim thought a moment. He had wrought out a large phrase. "I guess," said he, " that covers the thing. Ye under- stand, don't ye, Yates, about the privlidge of self-defense?" "You mean that I may defend myself if I can, don't you?" " Yes. With the privlidge of self-defense. That's fair, an' I'd give it to a painter. Now read it all over." Jim put his head down between his knees, the better to measure every word, while Yates read the complete document. Then Jim took the paper, and, handing it to Benedict, re- quested him to see if it had been read correctly. Assured that it was all right, Jim turned his eyes severely on Yates, and said : SEVENOAKS. 241 " Sam Yates, do ye s'pose ye've any idee what it is to be licked by Jim Fenton ? Do ye know what ye're sw'arin' to ? Do ye reelize that I wouldn't leave enough on ye to pay for havin' a funeral?" Yates laughed, and said that he believed he understood the nature of an oath. " Then sign yer Happy David," said Jim. Yates wrote his name, and passed the paper into Jim's hands. "Now," said Jim, with an expression of triumph on his face, " I s'pose ye don't know that ye've be'n settin' on a Bible ; but it's right under ye, in that chest, an' it's hearn and seen the whole thing. If ye don't stand by yer Happy David, there'll be somethin' worse nor Jim Fenton arter ye, an' when that comes, ye can jest shet yer eyes, and gi'en it up." This was too much for both Yates and Benedict. They looked into each other's eyes, and burst into a laugh. But Jim was in earnest, and not a smile crossed his rough face. "Now," said he, "I want to do a little sw'arin' myself, and I want ye to write it." Yates resumed his pen, and declared himself to be in readi- ness. "I solem-ny sw'ar," Jim began, "s'welp me ! that I will lick Sam Yates as is a lawyer with the privlidge of self-de- fense if he ever blows on Benedict as is not a pauper no more nor Jim Fenton is an' I solem-ny sw'ar, s'welp me ! that I'll foller 'im till I find 'im, an' lick 'im with the priv- lidge of self-defense." Jim would have been glad to work in the last phrase again, but he seemed to have covered the whole ground, and so in- quired whether Yates had got it all down. Yates replied that he had. "I'm a goin' to sign that, an' ye can take it along with ye. Swap seats." Yates rcsej and Jim seated himself upon the chest. 242 SEVEN OAKS. "I'm a goin' to sign this, settin' over the Bible. I ain't goin' to take no advantage on ye. Now we're squar'," said he, as he blazoned the document with his coarse and clumsy sign-manual. "Put that in yer pocket, an' keep it for five year." "Is the business all settled ?" inquired Yates. "Clean," replied Jim. "When am I to have the liberty to go out of the woods?" " Ye ain't goin' out o' the woods for a fortnight. Ye're a goin' to stay here, ah' have the best fishin' ye ever had in yer life. It'll do ye good, an' ye can go out when yer man comes arter ye. Ye can stay to the raisin', an' gi'en us a little lift with the other fellers that's comin'. Ye' 11 be as strong as a hoss when ye go out." An announcement more welcome than this could not have been made to Sam Yates ; and now that there was no secrecy between them, and confidence was restored, he looked for- ward to a fortnight of enjoyment. He laid aside his coat, and, as far as possible, reduced his dress to the requirements of camp life. Jim and Mr. Benedict were very busy, so that he was obliged ' to find his way alone, but Jim lent him his fishing-tackle, and taught him how to use it ; and, as he was an apt pupil, he was soon able to furnish more fish to the camp than could be used. Yates had many a long talk with Benedict, and the two 'men found many points of sympathy, around which they cemented a lasting friendship. Both, though in different ways, had been very low down in the valley of helpless misfortune ; both had been the subjects of Mr. Belcher's brutal will ; and both had the promise of a better life before them, which it would be necessary to achieve in opposition to that will. Benedict was strengthened by this sympathy, and became able to entertain plans for the assertion and maintenance of his rights. When Yates had been at the camp for a week s and had taken on the color and the manner of a woodsman, there came SEVEN OAKS. 243 one night to Number Nine a dozen men, to assist in the raising of Jim's hotel. They were from the mill where he had pur- chased his lumber, and numbered several neighbors besides, including Mike Conlin. They came up the old "tote-road" by the river side, and a herd of buffaloes on a stampede could hardly have made more noise. They were a rough, merry set, and Jim had all he could do to feed them. Luckily, trout were in abundant supply, and they supped like kings, and slept on the ground. The following day was one of the severest labor, but when it closed, the heaviest part of the timber had been brought and put up, and when the second day ended, all the timbers were in their place, including those which defined the outlines of Jim's "cupalo." When the frame was at last complete, the weary men retired to a convenient distance to look it over; and then they emphasized their approval of the structure by three rousing cheers. " Be gorry, Jim, ye must make us a spache," said Mike Conlin. " Ye've plenty iv blarney ; now out wid it." But Jim was sober. He was awed by the magnitude of his enterprise. There was the building in open outline. There was no going back. For better or for worse, it held his destiny, and not only his, but that of one other perhaps of others still. " A speech ! a speech !" came from a dozen tongues. "Boys," said Jim, "there's no more talk in me now nor there is in one o' them chips. I don't seem to have no vent. I'm full, but it don't run. If I could stick a gimblet in somewhere, as if I was a cider-barrel, I could gi'en ye enough; but I ain't no barrel, an' a gimblet ain't no use. There's a man here as can talk. That's his trade, an' if he'll say what I ought to say, I shall be obleeged to 'im. Yates is a lawyer, an' it's his business to talk for other folks, an' I hope he'll talk for me. ' ' " Yates ! Yates !" arose on all sides. , Yates was at home in any performance of this kind, and, mounting a low stump, said : 244 SEVENOAKS. "Boys, Jim wants me to thank you for the great service you've rendered him. You have come a long distance to do a neighborly deed, and that deed has been generously com- pleted. Here, in these forest shades, you have reared a monu- ment to human civilization. In these old woods you have built a temple to the American household gods. The savage beasts of the wilderness will fly from it, and the birds will gather around it. The winter will be the warmer for the fire that will burn within it, and the spring will come earlier in prospect of a better welcome. The river that washes its feet will be more musical in its flow, because finer ears will be lis- tening. The denizens of the great city will come here, year after year, to renew their wasted strength, and they will carry back with them the sweetest memories of these pure solitudes. " To build a human home, where woman lives and little children open their eyes upon life, and grow up and marry and die a home full of love and toil, of pleasure and hope and hospitality, is to do the finest thing that a man can do. I congratulate you on what you have done for Jim, and what so nobly you have done for yourselves. Your whole life will be sweeter for this service, and when you think of a lovely woman presiding over this house, and of all the comfort it will be to the gentle folk that will fill it full, you will be glad that you have had a hand in it." Yates made his bow and stepped down. His auditors all stood for a moment, under an impression that they were in church and had heard a sermon. Their work had been so idealized for them it had been endowed with so much mean- ing it seemed so different from an ordinary " raising " that they lost, momentarily, the consciousness of their own roughness and the homeliness of their surroundings. "Be gorry !" exclaimed Mike, who was the first to break the silence, "I'd 'a' gi'en a dollar if me owld woman could 'a' heard that. Divil a bit does she know what I've done for her. I didn't know mesilf what a purty thing it was whin I built me house. ' It's betther nor goin' to the church, bedad." SEVENOAKS. 245 Three cheers were then given to Yatcs and three to Jim, and, the spell once dissolved, they went noisily back to the cabin and their supper. That evening Jim was very silent. When they were about lying down for the night, he took his blankets, reached into the chest, and withdrew something that he found there and immediately hid from sight, and said that he was going to sleep in his house. The moon was rising from behind the trees when he emerged from his cabin. He looked up at the tall skeleton of his future home, then approached it, and swinging himself from beam to- beam, did not pause until he had reached the cupola. Boards had been placed across it for the convenience of the framers, and on these Jim threw his blankets. Under the little package that was to serve as his pillow he laid his Bible, and then, with his eyes upon the stars, his heart tender with the thoughts of the woman for whom he was rearing a home, and his mind oppressed with the greatness of his un- dertaking, he lay a long time in a waking dream. " If so be He cares," said Jim to himself "if so be He cares for a little buildin' as don't make no show 'longside o' His doin's up thar an' down here, I hope He sees that I've got this Bible under my head, an' knows what I mean by it. I hope the thing '11 strike 'inr favorable, an' that He knows, if He cares, that I'm obleeged to Mm." At last, slumber came to Jim the slumber of the toiler, and early the next morning he was busy in feeding his helpers, who had a long day's walk before them. When, at last, they were all ferried over the river, and had started on their home- ward way, Jim ascended to the cupola again, and waved his bandanna in farewell. Two d^vs afterward, Sam Yates left his host, and rowed himself down to the landing in the same canoe by which he had reached Number Nine. He found his conveyance wait- ing, according to arrangement, and before night was housed among his friends at Sevenoaks. While he had been absent in the woods, there had been a 246 SEVENOAKS. conference among his relatives and the principal men of the town, which had resulted in the determination to keep him in Sevenoaks, if possible, in the practice of his profession. To Yates, the proposition was the opening of a door into safety and peace. To be among those who loved him, and had a certain pride in him ; to be released from his service to Mr. Belcher, which he felt could go no farther without in- volving him in crime and dishonor ; to be sustained in his good resolutions by the sympathy of friends, and the absence of his city companions and temptations, gave him the promise of perfect reformation, and a life of modest prosperity and genuine self-respect. He" took but little time in coming to his conclusion, and his first business was to report to Mr. Belcher by letter. He informed that gentleman that he had concluded to remain in Sevenoaks ; reported all his investigations on his way thither from New York; inclosed Jim's statement concerning the death of a pauper in the woods ; gave an account of the dis- interment of the pauper's bones in his presence; inclosed the money unused in expenses and wages, and, with thanks for what Mr. Belcher had done in helping him to a reform, closed his missive in such a manner as to give the impression that he expected and desired no further communication. Great was Mr. Belcher's indignation when he received this letter. He had not finished with Yates. He had anticipated exactly this result from the investigations. He knew about old Tilden, for Buffum had told him ; and he did not doubt that Jim had exhibited to Yates the old man's bones. He believed that Benedict was dead, but he did not know. It would be necessary, therefore, to prepare a document that would be good in any event. If the reader remembers the opening chapter of this story, he will recall the statement of Miss Butterworth, that Mr. Belcher had followed Benedict to the asylum to procure his signature to a paper. This paper, drawn up in legal form, had been preserved, for Mr. Belcher was a methodical, busi- "SEVENOAKS. 247 ness man ; and when he had finished reading Yates's letter, and had exhausted his expletives after his usual manner, he opened a drawer, and, extracting the paper, read it through. It was more than six years old, and bore its date, and the marks of its age. All it needed was the proper signatures. He knew that he could trust Yates no longer. He knew, too, that he could not forward his own ends by appearing to be displeased. The reply which Yates received was one that astonished him by its mildness, its expression of satisfaction with his faithful labor, and its record of good wishes. Now that he was upon the spot, Mr. Yates could still serve him, both in a friendly and in a professional way. The first ser- vice he could render him was to forward to him autograph letters from the hands of two men deceased. He wished to verify the signatures of these men, he said, but as they were both dead, he, of course, could not apply to them. Yales did not doubt that there was mischief in this request. He guessed what it was, and he kept the letter ; but after a few days he secured the desired autographs, and forwarded them to Mr. Belcher, who filed them away with the document above referred to. After that, the great proprietor, as a relief from the severe pursuits of his life, amused himself by experiments with inks and pens, and pencils, and with writing in a hand not his own, the names of "Nicholas Johnson " and ' ' James Ramsey. ' ' CHAPTER XVIII. IN WHICH MRS. DILLINGHAM MAKES SOME IMPORTANT DISCOVE- RIES, BUT FAILS TO REVEAL THEM TO THE READER. MRS. DILLINGHAM was walking back and forth alone through her long drawing-room. She was revolving in her mind a compliment, breathed into her ear by her friend Mrs. Talbot that day. Mrs. Talbot had heard from the mouth of one of Mrs. Dillingham's admirers the statement, confirmed with a hearty, good-natured oath, that he considered the fascinating widow " the best groomed woman in New York." The compliment conveyed a certain intimation which was not pleasant for her to entertain. She was indebted to her skill in self-"gro9ming" for the preservation of her youthful appearance. She had been conscious of this, but it was not pleasant to have the fact detected by her friends. Neither was it pleasant to have it bruited in society, and reported to her by one who rejoiced in the delicacy of the arrow which, feathered by friendship, she had been able to plant in the widow's breast. She walked to her mirror and looked at herself. There were the fine, familiar outlines of face and figure; there were the same splendid eyes ; but a certain charm beyond the power of "grooming" to restore was gone. An incipient, almost invisible, brood of wrinkles was gathering about her eyes ; there was a loss of freshness of complexion, and an ex- pression of weariness and age, which, in the repose of reflec- tion and inquisition, almost startled her. Her youth was gone, and, with it, the most potent 248 iwSSiG^'.. ! ! ''iSvi ;TB "HARRY, YOU MUST FORGIVE ME!" SE VENOAKS. 2 49 charms of her person. She was hated and suspected by her own sex, and sought by men for no reason honorable either to her or to them. She saw that it was all, at no distant day, to have an end, and that when the end should come, her life would practically be closed. When the means by which she had held so many men in her power were exhausted, her power would cease. Into the blackness of that coming night she could not bear to look. It was full of hate, and disappoint- ment, and despair. She knew that there was a taint upon her the taint that comes to every woman, as certainly as death, who patently and purposely addresses, through her person, the sen- suous element in men. It was not enough for her to remember that she despised the passion she excited, and contemned the men whom she fascinated. She knew it was better to lead even a swine by a golden chain than by the ears. She reviewed her relations to Mr. Belcher. That strong, harsh, brutal man, lost alike to conscience and honor, was in her hands. What should she do with him ? He was becom- ing troublesome. He was not so easily managed as the most of her victims. She knew that, in his heart, he was carrying the hope that some time in the future, in some way, she would become his ; that she had but to lift her finger to make the Palgrave mansion so horrible a hell that the wife and mother would fly from it in indignant despair. She had no intention of doing this. She wished for no more intimate relation with her victim than she had already established. There was one thing in which Mr. Belcher had offended and humiliated her. He had treated her as if he had fascinated her. In his stupid vanity, he had fancied that his own per- sonal attractions "had won her heart and her allegiance, and that she, and not himself, was the victim. He had tried to use her in the accomplishment of outside purposes ; to make a tool of her in carrying forward his mercenary or knavish ends. Other men had striven to hide their unlovely affairs from her, but the new lover had exposed his, and claimed her assistance in carrying them forward. This was a degradation 11* 250 SEVENOAKS. that she could not submit to. It did not flatter her, or minis- ter to her self-respect. Again and again had Mr. Belcher urged her to get the little Sevenoaks pauper into her confidence, and to ascertain whether his father were still living. She did not doubt that his fear of a man so poor and powerless as the child's father must be, was based in conscious knavery ; and to be put to the use of deceiving a lad whose smile of affectionate admira- tion was one of the sweetest visions of her daily life, disgusted and angered her. The thought, in any man's mind, that she could be so base, in consideration of a guilty affection for him, as to betray the confidence of an innocent child on his be- half, disgraced and degraded her. And still she walked back and forth in her drawing-room. Her thoughts were uneasy and unhappy ; there was no love in her life. That life was leading to no satisfactory consum- mation. How could it be changed ? What could she do ? She raised her eyes, looked across the street, and there saw, loitering along and casting furtive glances at her window, the very lad of whom she had been thinking. He had sought and waited for her recognition, and instead of receiving it in the usual way, saw a beckoning finger. He waited a moment, to be sure that he had not misunderstood the sign, and then, when it was repeated, crossed over, and stood at the door. Mrs. Dillingham Admitted the boy, then called the servant, and told him that, while the lad remained, she would not be at home to any one. As soon as the pair were in the drawing- room she stooped and kissed the lad, warming his heart with a smile so sweet, and a manner so cordial and gracious, that he could not have told whether his soul was his own or hers. She led him to her seat, giving him none, but sitting with her arm around him, as he stood at her side. "You are my little lover, aren't you?" she said, with an embrace. " Not so very little !" responded Harry, with a flush. " Well, you love me, don't you ?" SEVENOAKS. 251 "Perhaps I do," replied he, looking smilingly into her eyes. " You are a rogue, sir." "I'm not a bad rogue." " Kiss me." Harry put his arms around Mrs. Dillingham's neck and kissed her, and received a long, passionate embrace in return, in 'which her starved heart expressed the best of its powerful nature. Nor clouds nor low-born vapors drop the dew. It only gathers under a pure heaven and the tender eyes of stars. Mrs. Dillingham had always held a heart that could respond to the touch of a child. It was dark, its ways were crooked, it was not a happy heart, but for the moment her whole nature was flooded with a tender passion. A flash of lightning from heaven makes the darkest night its own, and gilds with glory the uncouth shapes that grope and crawl beneath its cover. "And your name is Harry?" she said. "Yes." "Do you mind telling me about yourself?" Harry hesitated. He knew that he ought not to do it. He had received imperative commands not to tell anybody about himself; but his temptation to yield to the beautiful lady's wishes was great, for he was heart-starved like herself. Mrs. Balfour was kind, even affectionate, but he felt that he had never rilled the place in her heart of the boy she had lost. She did not take him into her embrace, and lavish caresses upon him. He had hungered for just this, and the impulse to show the whole of his heart and life to Mrs. Dillingham was irresistible. "If you'll never tell." "I will never tell, Harry." "Never, never tell?" " Never." "You are Mr. Belcher's friend, aren't you?" 252 SEVENOAKS. "I know Mr. Belcher." " If Mr. Belcher should tell you that he would kill you if you didn't tell, what would you do?" "I should call the police," responded Mrs. Dillingham, with a smile. Then Harry, in a simple, graphic way, told her all about the hard, wretched life in Sevenoaks, the death of his mother, \, the insanity of his father, the life in the poor-house, the escape, the recovery of his father's health, his present home, and the occasion of his own removal to New York. The nar- rative was so wonderful, so full of pathos, so tragic, so out of all proportipn in its revelation of wretchedness to the little life at her side, that the lady was dumb. Unconsciously to her- self almost unconsciously to the boy her arms closed around him, and she lifted him into her lap. There, with his head against her breast, he concluded his story ; and there were tears upon his hair, rained from the eyes that bent above him. They sat for a long minute in silence. Then the lady, to keep herself from bursting into hysterical tears, kissed Harry again and again, exclaiming : " My poor, dear boy ! My dear, dear child ! And Mr. Belcher could have helped it all ! Curse him ! ' ' The lad jumped from her arms as if he had received the thrust of a dagger, and looked at her with great, startled, wondering eyes. She recognized in an instant the awful in- discretion into which she had been betrayed by her fierce and sudden anger, and threw herself upon her knees before the boy, exclaiming: " Harry, you must forgive me. I was beside myself with anger. I did not know what I was saying. Indeed, I did not. Come to my lap again, and kiss me, or I shall be wretched." Harry still maintained his attitude and his silence. A furi- ous word from an angel would not have surprised or pained him more than this expression of her anger, that had flashed upon him like a fire from hell. SEVENOAKS. 253 Still the lady knelt, and pleaded for his forgiveness. " No one loves me, Harry. If you leave me, and do not forgive me, I shall wish I were dead. You cannot be so cruel." "I didn't know that ladies ever said such words," said Harry. " Ladies who have little boys to love them never do," re- sponded Mrs. Dillingham. " If I love you, shall you ever speak so again ?" inquired Harry. " Never, with you and God to help me," she responded. She rose to her feet, led the boy to her chair, and once more held him in her embrace. " You can do me a great deal of good, Harry a great deal more good than 'you know, or can understand. Men and women make me worse. There is nobody who can protect me like a child that trusts me. You can trust me." Then they sat a long time in a silence broken only by Harry's sobs, for the excitement and the reaction had shaken his nerves as if he had suffered a terrible fright. "You have never told me your whole name, Harry," she said tenderly, with the design of leading him away from the subject of his grief. " Harry Benedict." He felt the thrill that ran through her frame, as if it had been a shock of electricity. The arms that held him trembled, and half relaxed their hold upon him. Her heart struggled, intermitted its beat, then throbbed against his reclining head as if it were a hammer. He raised himself, and looked up at her face. It was pale and ghastly ; and her eyes were dimly looking far off, as if unconscious of anything near. "Are you ill?" There was no answer. "Are you ill?" with a voice of alarm. The blood mounted to her face again. " It was a bad turn," she said. "Don't mind it. I'm better now." 254 SEVENOAKS.- "Isn't it better for me to sit in a chair?" he inquired, trying to rise. She tightened her grasp upon him. " No, no. I am better with you here. I wish you were never to leave me. ' ' Again they sat a long time in silence. Then she said : "Harry, can you write?" "Yes." "Well, there is a pencil on the table, and paper. Go and write your father's name. Then come and give me a kiss, and then go home. I shall see you again, perhaps to-night. I suppose I ought to apologize to Mrs. Balfour for keeping you so long." Harry did her bidding. She did not look at him, but turned her eyes to the window. There she saw Mr. Belcher, who had just been sent away from the door. He bowed, and she returned the bow, but the smile she summoned to her face by force of habit, failed quickly, for her heart had learned to despise him. Harry wrote the name, left it upon the table, and then came to get his kiss. The caress was calmer and tenderer than any she had given him. His instinct detected the change ; and, when he bade her a good night, it seemed as if she had grown motherly, as if a new life had been developed in her that subordinated the old, as if, in her life, the sun had set, and the moon had risen. She had no doubt that as Harry left the door Mr. Belcher would see him, and seek admission at once on his hateful business, for, strong as his passion was for Mrs. Dillingham, he never forgot his knavish affairs, in which he sought to use her as a tool. So when she summoned the servant to let Harry out, she told him that if Mr. Belcher should call, he was to be informed that she was too ill to see him. Mr. Belcher did call within three minutes after the door closed on the lad. He had a triumphant smile on his face, as if he did not doubt that Mrs. Dillingham had been engaged SEVENOAKS. 255 in forwarding his own dirty work. His face blackened as he received her message, and he went wondering home, with ill- natured curses on his lips that will not bear repeating. Mrs. Dillingham closed the doors of her drawing-room, took the paper on which Harry had written, and resumed her seat. For the hour that lay between her and her dinner, she held the paper in her cold, wet hand. She knew the name she should find there, and she determined that before her eye should verify the prophecy of her heart, she would achieve perfect self-control. Excited by the interview with the lad, and the prescience of its waiting denouement, her mind went back into his and his father's history. Mr. Belcher could have alleviated that history ; nay, prevented it altogether. What had been her own responsibility in the case ? She could not have foreseen all the horrors of that history ; but she, too, could have pre- vented it. The consciousness of this filled her with self-con- demnation ; yet she could not acknowledge herself to be on a level with Mr. Belcher. She was ready and anxious to right all the wrongs she had inflicted ; he was bent on increasing and confirming them. She cursed him in her heart for his injustice and cruelty, and almost cursed herself. But she dwelt most upon the future which the discoveries of the hour had rendered possible to herself. She had found a way out of her hateful life. She had found a lad who admired, loved, and trusted her, upon whom she could lavish her hun- gry affections one, indeed, upon whom she had a right to lavish them. The life which she had led from girlhood was like one of those deep canons in the far West, down which her beautiful boat had been gliding between impassable walls that gave her only here and there glimpses of the heaven above. The uncertain stream had its fascinations. There were beau- tiful shallows over which she had glided smoothly and safely, rocks and rapids over which she had shot swiftly amid attrac- tive dangers, crooked courses that led she did not know whither, landing-places where she could enjoy an hour of the as 6 SEVENOAKS. kindly sun. But all the time she knew she was descending. The song of the waterfalls was a farewell song to scenes that could never rje witnessed again. Far away perhaps, perhaps near, waited the waters of the gulf that would drink the sparkling stream into its sullen depths, and steep it in its own bitterness. It was beautiful all the way, but it was going down, down, down. It was seeking the level of its death ; and the little boat that rode so buoyantly over the crests which betrayed the hidden rocks, would be but a chip among the waves of the broad, wild sea that waited at the end. Out of the fascinating roar that filled her ears; out of the sparkling rapids and sheeny reaches, and misty cataracts that enchanted her eyes ; and out of the relentless drift toward the bottomless sea, she could be lifted ! The sun shone over- head. There were rocks to climb where her hands would bleed; there were weary heights to scale; but she knew that on the top there were green pastures and broad skies, and the music of birds places where she could rest, and from which she could slowly find her way back, in loving companionship, to the mountains of purity from which she had come. She revolved the possibilities of the future ; and, provided the little paper in her hand should verify her expectations, she resolved to realize them. During the long hour in which she sat thinking, she discounted the emotion which the little paper in her hand held for her, so that, when she unfolded it and read it, she only kissed it, and placed it in her bosom. After dinner, she ordered her carriage. Then, thinking that it might be recognized by Mr. Belcher, she changed her order, and sent to a public stable for one that was not identi- fied with herself; and then, so disguising her person that in the evening she would not be known, she ordered the driver to take her to Mr. Balfour's. Mrs. Dillingham had met Mr. Balfour many times, but she had never, though on speaking terms with her, cultivated Mrs. Balfour's acquaintance, and that lady did not fail to show the surprise she felt when her visitor was announced. SEVENOAKS. 257 "I have made the acquaintance of your little Ward," said Mrs. Dillingham, "and we have become good friends. I enticed him into my house to-day, and as I kept him a long time, I thought I would come over and apologize for his ab- sence." "I did not know that he had been with you," said Mrs. Balfour, coolly. " He could do no less than come to me when I asked him to do so," said Mrs. Dillingham; "and I was entirely to blame for his remaining with me so long. You ladies who have children cannot know how sweet their society sometimes is to those who have none." Mrs. Balfour was surprised. She saw in her visitor's eyes the evidence of recent tears, and there was a moisture in them then, and a subdued and tender tone to her voice which did not harmonize at all with her conception of Mrs. Dillingham's nature and character. Was she trying her arts upon her? She knew of her intimacy with Mr. Belcher, and naturally connected the visit with that unscrupulous person's schemes. Mrs. Balfour was soon relieved by the entrance of her hus- band, who greeted Mrs. Dillingham in the old, stereotyped, gallant way in which gentlemen were accustomed to address her. How did she manage to keep herself so young ? Would she be kind enough to give Mrs. Balfouf the name of her hair- dresser ? What waters had she bathed in, what airs had she breathed, that youth should clothe her in such immortal fashion ? Quite to his surprise, Mrs. Dillingham had nothing to say to this badinage. She seemed either not to hear it at all, or to hear it with impatience. She talked in a listless way, and appeared to be thinking of anything but what was said. At last, she asked Mr. Balfour if she could have the liberty to obtrude a matter of business upon him. She did not like to interfere with his home enjoyments, but he would oblige her much by giving her half an hour of private conversation. Mr. Balfour looked at his wife, received a significant glance, and invited the lady into his library. 258 SEVENOAKS. It was a long interview. Nine o'clock, ten o'clock, eleven o'clock sounded, and then Mrs. Balfour went upstairs. It was nearly midnight when Mrs. Dillingham emerged from the door. She handed a bank-note to the impatient coachman, and ordered him to drive her home. As she passed Mr. Belcher's corner of the street, she saw Phipps helping his master to mount the steps. He had had an evening of carousal among some of his new acquaintances. "Brute!" she said to herself, and withdrew her head from the window. Admitted at her door, she went to her room in her unusual wrappings, threw herself upon her knees, and buried her face in her bed. She did not pray ; she hardly lifted her thoughts. She was excessively weary. Why she knelt she did not know ; but on her knees she thought over the occurrences of the* evening. Her hungry soul was full full of hopes, plans, pur- poses. She had found something to love. What is that angel's name who, shut away from ten thou- sand selfish, sinful lives, stands -always ready, when the bearers of those lives are tired of them, and are longijig for something better, to open the door into a new realm? What patience and persistence are his ! Always waiting, always prepared, cherishing no resentments, willing to lead, anxious to welcome, who is he, and whence came he ? If Mrs. Dil- lingham did not pray, she had a vision of this heavenly visitant, and kissed the hem of his garments. She rose and walked to her dressing-table. There she found a note in Mrs. Belcher's hand-writing, inviting her to a drive in the Park with her and Mr. Belcher on the following afternoon. Whether the invitation was self-moved, or the result of a suggestion from Mr. Belcher, she did not know. In truth, she did not care. She had wronged Mrs. Belcher in many ways, and she would go. Why was it that when the new and magnificent carriage rolled up to her door the next afternoon, with its wonderful horses and showy equipage, and appointments calculated to attract attention, her heart was smitten with disgust ? She SEVENOAKS. 259 was to be stared at ; and, during all the drive, she was to sit face to face with a man who believed that he had fascinated her, and who was trying to use her for all the base purposes in which it was possible for her to serve his will. What could she do with him ? How, in the new relations of her life to him, should she carry herself? The drive was a quiet one. Mr. Belcher sat and feasted his greedy, exultant eyes on the woman before him, and mar- veled at the adroitness with which, to use his own coarse phrase, she " pulled the wool " over the eyes of his wife. In what a lovely way did she hide her passion for him ! How sweetly did she draw out the sympathy of the deceived woman at her side ! Ah ! he could trust her ! Her changed, amiable, almost pathetic demeanor was attributed by him to the effect of his power upon her, and her own subtle ingenuity in shielding from the eyes of Mrs. Belcher a love that she deemed hopeless. In his own mind it was not hopeless. In his own determination, it should not be ! As for Mrs. Belcher, she had never so much enjoyed Mrs. Dillingham's society before. She blamed herself for not having understood her better ; and when she parted with her for the day, she expressed in hearty terms her wish that she might see more of her in the future. Mrs. Dillingham, on the return, was dropped at her own door first. Mr. Belcher alighted, and led her up the steps. Then, in a quiet voice, he said : " Did you find out anything of the boy?" " Yes, some things, but none that it would be of advantage to you to know." " Well, stick to him, now that you have got hold of him." " I intend to." " Good for you !" "I imagine that he has been pretty well drilled," said Mrs. Dillingham, " and told just what he may and must not say to any one." " You can work it out of him. I'll risk you." 260 SEVENOAKS. Mrs. Dillingham could hardly restrain her impatience, but said quietly : " I fancy I have discovered all the secrets I shall ever dis- cover in him. I like the boy, and shall cultivate his acquaintance ; but, really, it will not pay you to rely upon me for anything. He is under Mr. Balfour's directions, and very loyal." Mr. Belcher remembered his own interview with .the lad, and recognized the truth of the statement. Then he bade her good-bye, rejoined his wife, and rode home. CHAPTER XIX. IN WHICH MR. BELCHER BECOMES PRESIDENT OF THE CROOKED VALLEY RAILROAD, WITH LARGE "TERMINAL FACILI- TIES," AND MAKES AN ADVENTURE INTO A LONG- MEDITATED CRIME. MR. BELCHER had never made money so rapidly as during the summer following his removal to New York. The tides of wealth rolled in faster than he could compute them. Twenty regiments in the field had been armed with the Bel- cher rifle, and the reports of its execution and its popularity among officers and men, gave promise of future golden har- vests to the proprietor. Ten thousand of them had been ordered by the Prussian Government. His agents in France, Russia, Austria, and Italy, all reported encouragingly con- cerning their attempts to introduce the new arm into the military service of those countries. The civil war had ad- vanced the price of, and the demand for, the products of his mills at Sevenoaks. The people of that village had never be- fore received so good wages, or been so fully employed. It seemed as if there were work for every man, woman and child, who had hands willing to work. Mr. Belcher bought stocks upon a rising market, and unloaded again and again, sweeping into his capacious coffers his crops of profits. Bonds that early in the war could be bought for a song, rose steadily up to par. Stocks that had been kicked about the market for years, took on value from day to day, and asserted themselves as fair investments. From these, again and again, he harvested the percentage of advance, until his greed was gorged. That he enjoyed his winnings, is true ; but the great trouble 261 262 SEVENOAKS. with him was that, beyond a certain point, he could show nothing for them. He lived in a palace, surrounded by every appointment of luxury that his wealth could buy. His stables held the choicest horse-flesh that could be picked out of the whole country, from Maine to Kentucky. His diamond shirt- studs were worth thousands. His clothes were of the most expensive fabrics, made at the top of the style. His wife and children had money lavished upon them without stint. In the direction of show, he could do no more. It was his glory to drive in the Park alone, with his servants in livery and his four horses, fancying that he was the observed of all observers, and the envied of all men. Having money still to spend, it must find a market in other directions. He gave lavish entertainments at his club, at which wine flowed like water, and at -which young and idle men were gathered in and debauched, night after night. He was surrounded by a group of flatterers who laughed at his jokes, repeated them to the public, humored his caprices, and lived upon his hospitalities. The plain " Colonel Belcher " of his first few months in New York, grew into the "General," so that Wall street knew him, at last, by that title, without the speaking of his name. All made way for " the General" whenever he appeared. "The General" was "bulling" this stock, and " bearing " that. All this was honey to his palate, and he was enabled to forget something of his desire for show in his love of glory. Power was sweet, as well as .display. Of course, "the General" had forsaken, somewhat, his orderly habits of life those which kept him sound and strong in his old country home. He spent few evenings with his family. There was so genuine a passion in his heart for Mrs. Dillingham, that he went into few excesses which com- promised a fair degree of truthfulness to her ; but he was in the theaters, in the resorts of fast men, among the clubs, and always late in his bed. Phipps had a hard time in looking after and waiting upon him, but had a kind of sympathetic SEVENOAKS. 263 enjoyment in it all, because he knew there was more or less of wickedness connected with it. Mr. Belcher's nights began to tell upon his days. It became hard for him to rise at his old hours ; so, after a while, he received the calls of his brokers in bed. From nine to ten, Mr. Belcher, in his embroidered dressing-gown, with his breakfast at his side, gave his orders for the operations of the day. The bedroom became the General's headquarters, and there his staff gathered around him. Half a dozen cabs and carriages at his door in the morning became a daily recurring vision to residents and habitual passengers. Mr. Talbot, not a regular visitor at this hour, sometimes mingled with the brokers, though he usually came late for the purpose of a private interview. He had managed to retain the General's favor, and to be of such use to him that that gentleman, in his remarkable prosperity, had given up the idea of reducing his factor's profits. One morning, after the brokers and the General's lawyer were gone, Talbot entered, and found his principal still in bed. "Toll, it's a big thing," said Mr. Belcher. " I believe you." " Toll, what did I tell you? I've always worked to a pro- gramme, and exactly this was my programme when I came here. How's your wife ?" " Quite well." " Why don't we see more of her?" " Well, Mrs. Talbot is a quiet woman, and knows her place. She isn't quite at home in such splendors as yours, you know, and she naturally recognizes my relations to you." "Oh, nonsense, nonsense, Toll! She mustn't feel that way. I like her. She is a devilish handsome woman." " I shall tell her that you say so," said the obsequious Mr. Talbot. "Toll, my boy, I've got an idea." " Cherish it, General ; you may never have another." 264 SEVENOAKS. " Good for you. I owe you one." " Not at all, General.. I'm only paying off old debts." " Toll, how are you doing now ? Getting a living?" " Thanks' to you, General, I am thriving in a modest way. I don't aspire to any such profits as you seem to win so easily, so I have no fault to find." "The General has been a godsend to you, hasn't he, eh? Happy day when you made his acquaintance, eh ? Well, go ahead ; it's all right. Pile it up while you can." "But you haven't told me about your idea," Mr. Talbot suggested. " Well, Toll, I'm pining for a railroad. I'm crying nights for a railroad. A fellow must have amusements you know. Health must be taken care of, eh ? All the fellows have rail- roads. It's well enough to keep horses and go to the theater. A steamship line isn't bad, but the trouble is, a man can't be captain of his own vessels. No, Toll ; I need a railroad. I'm yearning for engines, and double tracks, and running over my own line." "You might buy up a European kingdom or two, at a pinch, General." " Yes ; but, Toll, you don't know what terminal facilities I've got for a railroad." "Your pocket will answer for one end," said Talbot, laughing. "Right, the first time," responded the General, "and glory will answer for the other. Toll, do you know what I see at the other end ?" "No." " I see a man of about the size of Robert Beicher in the chair of an Alderman. I see him seated on a horse, riding down Broadway at the head of a regiment. I see him Mayor of the City of New York. I see him Governor of the State. I see him President of the United States.. I see no reason why he cannot hold any one, or all these offices. All doors yield to a golden key. Toll, I haven't got to go as far as I SE VENOAKS. 265 have come, to reach the top. Do you know it ? Big thing t Yes, Toll, I must have a railroad." " Have you selected the toy you propose to purchase?" inquired Talbot. "Well, I've looked about some; but the trouble is, that all the best of 'em are in hands that can hold them. I must buy a poor one and build it up, or make it build me up." " That's a pity." "I don't know about that. The big ones are hard to handle, and I'm not quite big enough for them yet. What do you say to the Crooked Valley?" " Poor road, and wants connections." " Those are exactly the points. I can buy it for a song, issue bonds, and build the connections issue plenty of bonds, and build plenty of connections. Terminal facilities large do you understand? Eh, Toll?" Mr. Talbot laughed. " I don't think you need any suggestions from me," he said. "No; the General can manage this thing without help. He only wanted to open your eyes a little, and get you ready for your day's work. You fellows who fiddle around with a few goods need waking up occasionally. Now, Toll, go off and let the General get up. I must have a railroad before night, or I shall not be able to sleep a wink. By-by !" Talbot turned to leave the room, when Mr. Belcher arrested him with the question : "Toll, would you like an office in the Crooked Valley cor- poration ?" Talbot knew that the corporation would have a disgraceful history, and a disastrous end that it would be used by the General for the purposes of stealing, and that the head of it would not be content to share the plunder with others. He had no wish to be his principal's cat's-paw, or to be identified with an enterprise in which, deprived of both will and voice, he should get neither profit nor credit. So he said ; 12 2 66 S VENOAKS. " No, I thank you ; I have all I can do to take care of your goods, and I am not ambitious." "There'll be nothing for you to do, you know. I shall run the whole thing." "I can serve you better, General, where I am." "Well, by-byj I won't urge you." After Talbot left, Mr. Belcher rose and carefully dressed himself. Phipps was already at the door with the carriage, and, half an hour afterward, the great proprietor, full of his vain and knavish projects, took his seat in it, and was whirled off down to Wall street. His brokers had already been charged with his plans, and, before he reached the ground, every office where the Crooked Valley stock was held had been visited, and every considerable deposit of it ascertained, so that, before night, by one grand swoop, the General had absorbed a controlling interest in the corporation. A few days afterward, the annual meeting was held, Mr. Belcher was elected President, and every other office was filled by his creatures and tools. His plans for the future of the road gradually became known, and the stock began to assume a better position on the list. Weak and inefficient corpora- tions were already in existence for completing the various connections of the road, and of these he immediately, and for moderate sums, bought the franchises. Within two months, bonds were issued for building the roads, and the roads themselves were put under contract. The "terminal facilities" of one end of every contract were faithfully at- tended to by Mr. Belcher. His pockets were still capacious and absorbent. He parted with so much of his appreciated stock as he could spare without impairing his control, and so at the end of a few months, found himself in the possession of still another harvest. Not only this, but he found his power increased. Men watched him, and followed him into othe*r speculations. They hung around him, anxious to get indications of his next movement. They flattered him ; they fawned upon him ; and to those whom he could in any way SEVENOAKS. 267 use for his own purposes, he breathed little secrets of the mar- ket from which they won their rewards. People talked about what " the General " was doing, and proposed to do, as if he were a well-recognized factor in the financial situation. Whenever he ran over his line, which he often did for in- formation and amusement, and for the pleasure of exercising his power, he went in a special car, at break-neck speed, by telegraph, always accompanied by a body of friends and toadies, whom he feasted on the way. Everybody wanted to see him. He was as much a lion as if he had been an Emperor or a murderer. To emerge upon a platform at a way-station, where there were hundreds of country people who had flocked in to witness the exhibition, was his great delight. He spoke to them familiarly and good-naturedly ; transacted his business with a rush ; threw the whole village into tumult ; waved his hand ; and vanished in a cloud of dust. Such enterprise, such confidence, such strength, such interest in the local prosperities of the line, found their natural result in the absorption of the new bonds. They were purchased by individuals and municipal corporations. Freight was diverted from its legitimate channels, and drawn over the road at a loss ; but it looked like business. Passes were scattered in every direction, and the passenger traffic seemed to double at once. All was bustle, drive, business. Under a single will, backed by a strong and orderly executive capacity, the dying road seemed to leap into life. It had not an employ^ who did not know and take off his hat to the General. He was a kind of god, to whom they all bowed down ; and to be addressed or chaffed by him was an honor to be reported to friends, and borne home with self-gratula- tions to wives and children. The General, of course, had moments of superlative happi- ness. He never had enjoyed anything more than he enjoyed his railroad. His notoriety with the common people along the line the idea which they cherished that he could do any- thing he wished to do ; that he had only to lift his hand to 2 68 SEVENOAKS. win gold to himself or to bear it to them these were pleasant in themselves ; but to have their obeisance witnessed by his city friends and associates, while they discussed his champagne and boned turkey from the abounding hampers which always furnished " the President's car" this was the crown of his pleasure. He had a pleasure, too, in business. He never had enough to do, and the railroad which would have loaded down an ordinary man with an ordinary conscience, was only a pleasant diversion to him. Indeed, he was wont to reiterate, when rallied upon his new enterprise : " The fact was, I had to do something for my health, you know. ' ' Still, the General was not what could be called a thoroughly happy man. He knew the risks he ran on Change. He had been reminded, by two or three mortifying losses, that the sun did not always shine on Wall street. He knew that his rail- road was a bubble, and that sooner or later it would burst. Times woud change, and, after all, there was nothing that would last like his manufactures. With a long foresight, he had ordered the funds received from the Prussian sales of the Belcher rifle to be deposited with a European banking house at interest, to be drawn against in his foreign purchases of material; yet he never drew against this deposit. Self-confi- dent as he was, glutted with success as he was, he had in his heart a premonition that some time he might want that money just where it was placed. So there it lay, accumulating in- terest. It was an anchor to windward, that would hold him if ever his bark should drift into shallow or dangerous waters. The grand trouble was, that he did not own a single patent by which he was thriving in both branches of his manufac- tures. He had calculated upon worrying the inventor into a sale, and had brought his designs very nearly to realization, when he found, to his surprise and discomfiture, that he had driven him into a mad-house. Rich as he was, therefore, there was something very unsubstantial in his wealth, even to his own apprehension. Sometimes it all seemed like a bubble, which a sudden breath would wreck. Out of momentary SEVEN OAKS. 269 despondencies, originating in visions like these, he always rose with determinations that nothing should come between him and his possessions and prosperities which his hand, by fair means or foul, could crush. Mr. Balfour, a lawyer of faultless character and undoubted courage, held his secret. He could not bend him or buy him. He was the one man in all the world whom he was afraid of. He was the one man in New York who knew whether Bene- dict was alive or not. He had Benedict's heir in his house, and he knew that by him the law would lay its hand on him and his possessions. He only wondered that the action was delayed. Why was it delayed ? Was he, Mr. Belcher, ready for it ? He knew he was not, and he saw but one way by which he could become so. Over this he hesitated, hoping that some event would occur which would render his projected crime unnecessary. Evening after evening, when every member of his family was in bed, he shut himself in his room, looked behind every article of furniture to make himself sure that he was alone, and then drew from its drawer the long unexecuted contract with Mr. Benedict, with the accompanying autograph letters, forwarded to him by Sam Yates. Whole quires of paper he traced with the names of "Nicholas Johnson" and "James Ramsey. ' ' After he had mastered the peculiarities of their signs manual, he took up that of Mr. Benedict. Then he wrote the three names in the relations in which he wished them to appear on the document. Then he not only burned all the paper he had used, in the grate, but pulverized its ashes. Not being able to ascertain whether Benedict were alive or dead, it would be necessary to produce a document which would answer his purpose in either case. Of course, it would be requisite that its date should anticipate the inventor's in- sanity. He would make one more effort to ascertain a fact that had so direct a relation to his future security. Accordingly, one evening after his railroad scheme was 2 70 SEVENOAKS. fairly inaugurated, he called on Mrs. Dillingham, determined to obtain from her what she knew. He had witnessed foi months her fondness for Harry Benedict. The boy had ap- parently with the consent of the Balfours, been frequently in her house. They had taken long drives together in the Park. Mr. Belcher felt that there was a peculiar intimacy between the two, yet not one satisfactory word had he ever heard from the lady about her new pet. He had become conscious, too, of a certain change in her. She had been less in society, was more quiet than formerly, and more reticent in his pre- sence, though she had never repulsed him. He had caught fewer glimpses of that side of her nature and character which he had once believed was sympathetic with his own. Misled by his own vanity into the constant belief that she was seri- ously in love with himself, he was determined to utilize her passion for his own purposes. If she would not give kisses, she should give confidence. " Mrs. Dillingham," he said, "I 'have been waiting to hear something about your pauper protege, and I have come to- night to find out what you know about him and his fa- ther." " If I knew of anything that would be of real advantage to you, I would tell you, but I do not," she replied. " Well, that's an old story. Tell that to the marines. I'm sick of it." Mrs. Dillingham's face flushed. " I prefer to judge for myself, if it's all the same to you," pursued the proprietor. " You've had the boy in your hands for months, and you know him, through and through, or else you are not the woman I have taken you for." "You have taken me for, Mr. Belcher?" " Nothing offensive. Don't roll up your pretty eyes in that way." Mrs. Dillingham was getting angry. "Please don't address me in that way again," she said. " Well, what the devil have you to do with the boy any SEVENOAKS. 271 way, if you are not at work for me ? That's what I'd like to know. ' ' " I like him, and he is fond of me." " I don't see how that helps me," responded Mr. Belcher. "It is enough for me that I enjoy it." "Oh, it is!" " Yes, it is," with an emphatic nod of the head. " Perhaps you think that will go down with me. Perhaps you are not acquainted with my way of doing business." " Are you doing business with me, Mr. Belcher ? Am I a partner of yours ? If I am, perhaps you will be kind enough to tell me business-like enough to tell me why you wish me to worm secrets out of this boy." It was Mr. Belcher's turn to color. "No, I will not. I trust no woman with my affairs. I keep my own councils. ' ' " Then do your own business," snappishly. " Mrs. Dillingham, you and I are friends destined, I trust, to be better friends closer friends than we have ever been. This boy is of no consequence to you, and you cannot afford to sacrifice a man who can serve you more than you seem to know, for him." " Well," said the lady, "there is no use in acting under a mask any longer. I would not betray the confidence of a child to serve any man I ever saw. You have been kind to me, but you have not trusted me. The lad loves me, and trusts me, and I will never betray him. What I tell you is true. I have learned nothing from him that can be of any genuine advantage to you. That is all the answer you will ever get from me. If you choose to throw away our friend- ship, you can take the responsibility," and Mrs. Dillingham hid her face in her handkerchief. Mr. Belcher had been trying an experiment, and he had not succeeded could not succeed ; and there sat the beauti- ful, magnanimous woman before him, her heart torn as he believed with love for him, yet loyal to her ideas of honor as 272 SEVENOAKS. they related to a confiding child ! How beautiful she was ! Vexed he certainly was, but there was a balm for his vexation in these charming revelations of her character. " Well," he said rising, and in his old good-natured tone, "there's no accounting for a woman. I'm not going to bother you." He seized her unresisting hand, pressed it to his lips, and went away. He did not hear the musical giggle that followed him into the street, but, absorbed by his purpose, went home and mounted to his room. Locking the door, and peering about among the furniture, according to his custom, he sat down at his desk, drew out the old contract, and started at his usual practice. "Sign it," he said to himself, "and then you can use it or not just as you please. It's not the signing that will trouble you ; it's the using." He tried the names all over again, and then, his heart beat- ing heavily against the desk, he spread the document and es- sayed his task. His heart jarred him. His hand trembled. What could he do to calm himself? He rose and walked to his mirror, and found that he was pale. " Are you afraid ?" he said to himself. "Are you a coward? Ha! ha! ha! ha! Did I laugh ? My God ! how it sounded ! Aren't you a pretty King of Wall Street ! Aren't you a lovely President of the Crooked Valley Railroad ! Aren't you a sweet sort of a nabob ! You imist do it Do you hear ? You must do it ! Eh? do you hear? Sit down, sir! Down with you, sir I and don't you rise again until the thing is done." The heart-thumping passed away. The reaction, under the strong spur apd steady push of will, brought his nerves up to steadiness, and he sat down, took his pencils and pens that had been selected for the service, and wrote first the name of Paul Benedict, and then, as witnesses, the names of Nicholas Johnson and James Ramsey. So the document was signed, and witnessed by men whom he believed to be dead. Th* witnesses whose names he had forged he knew to be dead. With this document he believed SEVENOAKS. 273 he could defend his possession of all the patent rights on which the permanence of his fortune depended. He per- mitted the ink to dry, then folded the paper, and put it back in its place. Then he shut and opened the drawer, and took it out again. It had a genuine look. Then he rang his bell and called for Phipps. When Phipps appeared, he said : "Well, Phipps, what do you want?" " Nothing, sir," and Phipps smiled. " Very well ; help yourself." "Thank you, sir," and Phipps rubbed his hands. " How are you getting along in New York, Phipps? " te Very well, sir." " Big thing to be round with the General, isn't it? It's a touch above Sevenoaks, eh?" "Yes, sir." "Get enough to eat down -stairs ?" "Plenty." " Good clothes to wear?" " Very good," and Phipps looked down upon his toilet with great satisfaction. " Stolen mostly from the General, eh ?" Phipps giggled. " That's all ; you can go. I only wanted to see if you were in the house, and well taken care of." Phipps started to go. " By the way, Phipps, have you a good memory? first-rate memory?" "Yes, sir." "Can you remember everything that happened, a say, six years ago?" "I can try," said Phipps, with an intelligent glance into Mr. Belcher's eyes. " Do you remember a day, about six years ago, when Paul Benedict came into my house at Sevenoaks, with Nicholas Johnson and James Ramsey, and they all signed a paper to- gether?" 274 SEVENOAKS. "Very well," replied Phipps. " And do you remember that I said to you, after they were gone, that that paper gave me all of Benedict's patent rights?" Phipps looked up at the ceiling, and then said : "Yes, sir, and I remember that I said, 'It will make you very rich, won't it, Mr. Belcher?' " "And what did I reply to you ?" " You said, ' That remains to be seen.' " "All right. Do you suppose you should know that paper if you were to see it ?' ' " I think I should after I'd seen it once." "Well, there it is suppose you take a look at it." " I remember it by two blots in the corner, and the red lines down the side." "You didn't write your own name, did you?" " It seems to me I did." "Suppose you examine the paper, under James Ramsey's name, and see whether yours is there. ' ' Mr. Belcher walked to his glass, turning his back upon Phipps. The latter sat down, and wrote his name upon the spot thus blindly suggested. "It is here, sir." "Ah! So you have found it! Yon distinctly remember writing it on that occasion, and can swear to it, and to the signatures of the others?" "Oh yes, sir." " And all this was done in my library, wasn't it ?" "Yes, sir." " How did you happen to be there when these other men were there ?' ' "You called me in, sir." "All right ! You never smoke, Phipps?" " Never in the stable, sir." " Well, lay these cigars away where you have laid the rest of 'em, and go to bed." SEVENOAKS. 275 Phipps took the costly bundle of cigars that was handed to him, carried them by habit to his nose, said " Thank you, sir," and went off down the stairs, felicitating himself on the ease with which he had won so choice a treasure. The effect of Phipps' signature on Mr. Belcher's mind was a curious illustration of the self-deceptions in which a human heart may indulge. Companionship in crime, the sharing of responsibility, the fact that the paper was to have been signed at the time it was drawn, and would have been signed but for the accident of Benedict's insanity ; the fact that he had paid moneys with the expectation of securing a title to the inven- tions he was using all these gave to the paper an air of genuineness which surprised even Mr. Belcher himself. When known evil seems absolutely good to a man, and con- scious falsehood takes on the semblance and the authority of truth, the Devil has him fast. CHAPTER XX. IN WHICH " THE LITTLE WOMAN " ANNOUNCES HER ENGAGEMENT TO JIM FENTON AND RECEIVES THE CONGRATULATIONS OF HER FRIENDS. AFTER the frame of Jim's hotel was up, at Number Nine, and those who had assisted in its erection were out of the woods, he and his architect entered with great industry upon the task of covering it. Under Mr. Benedict's direction, Jim became an expert in the work, and the sound of two busy hammers kept the echoes of the forest awake from dawn until sunset, every day. The masons came at last and put up the chimneys ; and more and more, as the days went on, the building assumed the look of a dwelling. The grand object was to get their enterprise forwarded to a point that would enable them to finish everything during ^the following Winter, with such assistance as it might be necessary to import from Sevenoaks. The house needed to be made habitable for workmen while their work was progressing, and to this end Mr. Benedict and Jim pushed their efforts without assistance. Occasionally, Jim found himself obliged to go to Sevenoaks for supplies, and for articles and tools whose necessity had not been anticipated. On these occasions, he always called Mike Conlin to his aid, and always managed to see "the little woman " of his hopes. She was busy with her prepa- rations, carried on in secret ; and he always left her with his head full of new plans and his heart brimming with new satis- factions. It was arranged that they should be married in the following spring, so as to be ready for city boarders ; and all his efforts were bent upon completing the house for occupa- tion. 2 7 6 SEVENOAKS. 277 During the autumn, Jim took from the S'evenoaks Post- Office a letter for Paul Benedict, bearing the New York post mark, and addressed in the handwriting of a lady. The letter was a great puzzle to Jim, and he watched its effect upon his companion with much curiosity. Benedict wept over it, and went away where he could weep alone. When he came back, he was a transformed man. A new light was in his eye, a new elasticity in all his movements. "I cannot tell you about it, Jim," he said; "at least I cannot tell you now ; but a great burden has been lifted from my life. I have never spoken of this to you, or to anybody ; but the first cruel wound that the world ever gave me has been healed by a touch." "It takes a woman to do them things," said Jim. "I knowed when ye gin up the little woman, as was free from what happened about an hour arter, that ye was firin' low an' savin' yer waddin'. Oh, ye can't fool me, not much !" " What do you think of that, Jim?" said Benedict, smiling, and handing him a check for five hundred dollars that the letter had inclosed. Jim looked it over and read it through with undisguised astonishment. " Did she gin it to ye?" he inquired. "Yes." "An' be ye a goin' to keep it?" "Yes, I'm going to keep it." Jim was evidently doubtful touching the delicacy both of tendering and receiving such a. gift. "If that thing had come to me from the little woman," said he, " I should think she was gittin' oneasy, an' a little dubersome about my comin' to time. It don't seem jest the thing for a woman to shell out money to a man. My nater goes agin it. I feel it all over me, an' I vow, I b'lieve that if the little woman had did that thing to me, I sh'd rub out my reckonin' an' start new." "It's all right, though, Jim," responded Benedict, good- 278 SEVENOAKS. naturedly " right for the woman to give it, and right for me to receive s it. Don't trouble yourself at all about it." Benedict's assurance did little to relieve Jim's bewildqr- ment, who still thought it a very improper thing to receive money from a woman. He did not examine himself far enough to learn that Benedict's independence of his own care and provision was partly the cause of his pain. Five hundred dollars in' the woods was a great deal of money. To Jim's apprehension, the man had become a capitalist. Some one beside himself some one richer and more powerful than him- self had taken the position of benefactor toward his friend. He was glad to see Benedict happy, but sorry that he could not have been the agent in making him so. " Well, I can't keep ye forever' n' ever, but I was a hopin* ye'd hang by till I git hold of the little woman," said Jim. " Do you suppose I would leave you now, Jim?" "Well, I knowed a yoke o' cattle couldn't start ye, with a hoss ahead on 'em; but a woman, Mr. Benedict " and Jim's voice sunk to a solemn and impressive key " a woman with the right kind of an eye, an' a takin" way, is stronger nor a steam Injun. She can snake ye 'round anywhere; an' the queerest thing about it is that a feller's willin' to go, an' thinks it's purty. She tells ye to come, an' ye come smilin' ; and then she tells ye to go, an' ye go smilin' ; and then she winds ye 'round her finger, and ye feel as limber an' as willin' as if ye was a whip-lash, an' hadn't nothin' else to do." " Nevertheless, I shall stay with you, Jim." "Well, I hope ye will; but don't ye be too sartin; not that I'm goin' to stan' atween ye an' good luck, but if ye cal'late that a woman's goin' to let ye do jest as ye think ye will leastways a woman as has five hundred dollars in yer pocket yer eddication hasn't been well took care on. If I was sitooated like you, I'd jest walk up to the pastur-bars like a hoss, an' whinner to git in, an' expect to be called with a corn-cob when she got ready to use me." " Still, I shall stay with you, Jim." SEVENOAKS. 279 "All right; here's hopin', an' here's my hand." Benedict's letter, besides the check, held still another in- closure a note from Mr. Balfour. This he had slipped into his pocket, and, in the absorption of his attention produced by the principal communication, forgotten. At the close of his conversation with Jim; he remembered it, and took it out and read it. It conveyed the intelligence that the lawyer found it impossible to leave the city according to his promise, for an autumn vacation in the woods. Still, he would find some means to send up Harry if Mr. Benedict should insist upon it. The boy was well, and progressing satisfactorily in his studies. He was happy, and found a new reason for hap- piness in his intimacy with Mrs. Dillingham, with whom he was spending a good deal of his leisure time. If Mr. Bene- dict would consent to a change .of plans, it was his wish to keep the lad through the winter, and then, with all his family, to go up to Number Nine in the spring, be present at Jim's wedding, and assist in the inauguration of the new hotel. Mr. Benedict was more easily reconciled to this change of plan than he would have believed possible an hour previously. The letter, whose contents had so mystified and disturbed Jim, had changed the whole aspect of his life. He replied to this letter during the day, and wrote another to Mr. Bal- four, consenting to his wishes, and acquiescing in his plans. For the first time in many years, he could see through all his trials, into the calm daylight. Harry was safe and happy in a new association with a woman who, more than any other, held his life in her hands. He was getting a new basis for life in friendship and love. Shored up by affection and sym- pathy, and with a modest competence in his hands for all present and immediately prospective needs, his dependent nature could once more stand erect. Henceforward he dropped his idle dreaming and became interested in his work, and doubly efficient in its execution. Jim once more had in oossession the old friend whose cheer- 2 8o SEVENOAKS. fulness and good-nature had originally won his affection ; and the late autumn and winter which lay before them seemed full of hopeful and happy enterprise. Miss Butterworth, hearing occasionally through Jim of the progress of affairs at Number Nine, began to think it about time to make known her secret among her friends. Already they had begun to suspect that the little tailoress had a secret, out of which would grow a change in her life. She had made some astonishing purchases at the village shops, which had been faithfully reported. She was working early and late in her little room. She was, in the new prosperity of the vil- lagers, collecting her trifling dues. She had given notice of the recall of her modest loans. There were many indications that she was preparing to leave the town. " Now, really," said Mrs. Snow to her one evening, when Miss Butterworth was illuminating the parsonage by her presence " now, really, you must tell us all about it. I'm dying to know." "Oh, it's too ridiculous for anything," said Miss Butter- worth, laughing herself almost into hysterics. "Now, what, Keziah? What's too ridiculous? You are the most provoking person!" " The idea of my getting married !" Mrs. Snow jumped up and seized Miss Butterworth' s hands, and said : "Why, Keziah Butterworth! You don't tell me! You wicked, deceitful creature !" The three Misses Snow all jumped up with their mother, and pressed around the merry object of their earnest con- gratulations. "So unexpected and strange, you know," said the oldest. " So very unexpected !" said the second. "And so very strange, too !" echoed Number Three. " Well, it is too ridiculous for anything," Miss Butterworth repeated. "The idea of my living to be an old maid, and, what's more, making up my mind to it, and then"-^ SEVENOAKS. 281 and then Miss Butterworth plunged into a new fit of merri- ment. "Well, Keziah, I hope you'll be very happy. Indeed I do," said Mrs. Snow, becoming motherly. " Happy all your life," said Miss Snow. "Very happy," said Number Two. " All your life long," rounded up the complement of good wishes from the lips of the youngest of the trio. " Well, I'm very much obliged to you to you all " said Miss Butterworth, wiping her eyes; " but it certainly is the most ridiculous thing. I say to myself sometimes : ' Keziah Butterworth ! You little old fool ! What are you going to do with that man? How are you going to live with him?' Goodness knows that I've racked my brain over it until I'm just about crazy. Don't mention it, but I believe I'll use him for a watch-dog tie him up daytimes, and let him out nights, you know !" "Why, isn't he nice?" inquired Mrs. Snow. " Nice ! He's as rough as a hemlock tree." " What do you marry him for?" inquired Mrs. Snow in astonishment. "I'm sure I don't know. I've asked myself the question a thousand times." " Don't you want to marry him?" " I don't know. I guess I do." "My dear," said Mrs. Snow, soberly, "This is a very solemn thing." "I don't see it in that light," said Miss Butterworth, indulging in a new fit of laughter. " I wish I could, but it's the funniest thing. I wake up laughing over it, and I go to sleep laughing over it, and I say to myself, ' what are you laughing at, you ridiculous creature?' " " Well, I believe you are a ridiculous creature," said Mrs. Snow. "I know I am, and if anybody had told me a year ago that I should ever marry Jim Fenton, I " 282 . SEVENOAKS. "Jim Fenton !" exclaimed the whole Snow family. "Well, what is there so strange about my marrying Jim Fenton?" and the little tailoress straightened in her chair, her eyes flashing, and the color mounting to her face. " Oh, nothing ; but you know it's such a surprise he's so he's so well he's a not cultivated never has seen much society, you know ; and lives almost out of the world, as it were." "Oh, no ! He isn't cultivated ! He ought to have been brought up in Sevenoaks and polished ! He ought to have been subjected to the civilizing and refining influences of Bob Belcher!" " Now, you mustn't be offended, Keziah. We are all your friends, and anxious for your welfare." " But you think Jim Fenton is a brute." " I have said nothing of the kind." "But you think so." " I think you ought to know him better than I do." " Well, I do, and he is just the loveliest, manliest, noblest, splendidest old fellow that ever lived. I don't care if he does live out of the world. I'd go with him, and live with him, if he used the North Pole for a back log. Fah ! I hate a slick man. Jim has spoiled me for anything but a true man in the rough. There's more pluck in his old shoes than you can find in all the men of Sevenoaks put together. And he's as tender Oh, Mrs. Snow ! Oh, girls ! He's as tender as a baby just as tender as a baby ! He has said to ,me the most wonderful things ! I wish I could remember them. I never can, and I couldn't say them as he does if I could. Since I became acquainted with him, it seems as if the world had been made all over new. I'd become kind o' tired of human nature, you know. It seemed sometimes as if it was just as well to be a cow as a woman ; but I've become so much to him, and he has become so much to me, that all the ipen and women around me have grown beautiful. And he loves, me in a way that is so strong and so protecting and so sweet SEVEN OAKS. 283 and careful that now don't you laugh, or you'll make me angry I'd feel safer in his arms than I would in a church." "Well, I'm sure!" exclaimed Mrs t Snow. "Isn't it remarkable!" said Miss Snow. "Quite delightful!" exclaimed the second sister, whose enthusiasm could not be crammed into Miss Snow's expres- sion. " Really charming," added Number Three. " You are quite sure you don't know what you want to marry him for?" said Mrs. Snow, with a roguish twinkle in her eye. "You are quite sure you don't love him ?" ^ "Oh, I don't know," said Miss Butterworth. "It's some- thing. I wish you could hear him talk. His grammar would kill you. It would just kill you. You'd never breathe after it. Such awful nominative cases as that man has ! And you can't beat him out of them. And such a pronunciation ! His words are just as rough as he is, and just like him. They seem to have a great deal more meaning in them than they do when they have good clothes on. You don't know how I enjoy hearing him talk." "I'm inclined to think you love him," said Mrs. Snow, smiling. " I don't know. Isn't it the most ridiculous thing, now?" " No ; it isn't ridiculous at all," said Mrs. Snow, soberly. Miss Butterworth's moon was sailing high that evening. There were but few clouds in her heaven, but occasionally a tender vapor passed across the silver disk, and one passed at this moment. Her eyes were loaded with tears as she looked up in Mrs. Snow's face, and said : " I was very lonely, you know. Life had become very tame, and I saw nothing before me different from my daily experi- ence, which had grown to be wearisome. Jim came and opened a new life to me, offered me companionship, new cir- cumstances, new surroundings. It was like being born again. And, do you know, I don't think it is natural for a woman to 284 SEVEN OAKS. carry her own life. I got very tired of mine, and when this strong man came, and was willing to take it up, and bear it for me as the greatest pleasure I could bestow upon him, what could I do now, what could I do? I don't think I'm proud of him, but I belong to him, and I'm glad; and that's all there is about it ; " and Miss Butterworth sprang to her feet as if she were about to leave the house. "You are not going," said Mrs. Snow, catching her by both shoulders, "so sit down." "I've told you the whole : there's nothing more. I sup- pose it will be a great wonder to the Sevenoaks people, and that they'll think I'm throwing myself away, but I do hope they will let me alone." "When are you to be married?" " In the spring." "Where?" " Oh ! anywhere. No matter where. I haven't thought about that part of it." "Then you'll be married right here, in this house. You shall have a nice little wedding. ' ' J "Oh! and orange-blossoms!" exclaimed Miss Snow, clap- ping her hands. "And a veil !" added Number Two. "And a " Number Three was not so familiar with such occasions as to be able to supply another article, so she clapped her hands. They were all in a delicious flutter. It would be so nice to have a wedding in the house ! It was a good sign. Did the young ladies think that it might break a sort of electric spell that hung over the parsonage, and result in a shower which would float them all off ? Perhaps so. They were, at least, very happy about it. Then they all sat down again, to talk over the matter of clothes. Miss Butterworth did not wish to make herself ridiculous. "I've said a thousand times, if I ever said it once," she SEVEN OAKS. 285 remarked, " that there's no fool like an old fool. Now, I don't want to hear any nonsense about orange-blossoms, or about a veil. If there's anything that I do despise above board, it's a bridal veil on an old maid. And I'm not going to have a lot of things made up that I can't use. I'm just going to have a snug, serviceable set of clothes, and in three days I'm going to look as if I'd been married ten years." " It seems to me," said Miss Snow, " that you ought to do something. I'm sure, if I were in your place, that I should want to do something." The other girls tittered. " Not that I ever expect to be in your place, or any- thing like it," she went on, "but it does seem to me as if something extra ought to be done white kid gloves or some- thing." "And white satin gaiters," suggested the youngest sister. " I guess you'd think Jim Fenton was extra enough if you knew him," said Miss Butterworth, laughing. "There's plenty that's extra, goodness knows 1 without buying any- thing." "Well," persisted the youngest Miss Snow, "I'd have open -worked stockings, and have my hair frizzed, any way." " Oh, I speak to do your hair," put in the second daughter. " You're just a lot of chickens, the whole of you," said the tailoress. Miss Snow, whose age was hovering about the confines of mature maidenhood, smiled a deprecating smile, and said that she thought she was about what they sold for chickens some- times, and intimated that she was anything but tender. "Well, don't be discouraged; that's all I have to say," remarked Miss Butterworth. " If I can get married, anybody can. If anybody had told me that well isn't it too ridicu- lous for anything? Now, isn't it?" And the little tailoress went off into another fit of laughter. Then she jumped up and said she really must go. The report that Jim Fenton was soon to lead to the hyme- 286 SEVENOAKS. neal altar the popular village tailoress, spread with great ra- pidity, and as it started from the minister's family, it had a good send-off, and was accompanied by information that very pleasantly modified its effect upon the public mind. The men of the village who knew Jim a great deal better than the women, and who, in various ways, had become familiar with his plans for a hotel, and recognized the fact that his enter- prise would make Sevenoaks a kind of thoroughfare for his prospective city-boarders, decided that she had "done well." Jim was enterprising, and, as they termed it, " forehanded." His habits were good, his industry indefatigable, his common sense and good nature unexampled. Everybody liked Jim. To be sure, he was rough and uneducated, but he was honor- able and true. He would make a good "provider." Miss Butterworth might have gone further and fared worse. On the whole, it was a good thing ; and they were glad for Jim's sake and for Miss Butterworth's that it had happened. The women took their cue from the men. They thought, however, that Miss Butterworth would be very lonesome, and found various pegs on which to hang out their pity for a pub- lic airing. Still, the little tailoress was surprised at the hearti- ness of their congratulations, and often melted to tears by the presents she received from the great number of families for whom, every year, she had worked. No engagement had occurred in Sevenoaks for a long time that created so much interest, and enlisted so many sympathies. They hoped she would be very happy. They would be exceedingly sorry to lose her. Nobody could ever take her place. She had always been one whom they could have in their families "without making any difference," and she never tattled. So Miss Butterworth found herself quite a heroine, but whenever Jim showed himself, the women all looked out of the windows, and made their own comments. After all, they couldn't see exactly what Miss Butterworth could find to like in him. They saw a tall, strong, rough, good-natured-looking man, whom all the men and all the boys greeted with genuine SEVENOAKS. 287 heartiness. They saw him pushing about his business with the air of one who owned the whole village ; but his clothes were rough, and his boots over his trowsers. They hoped it would all turn out well. There was " no doubt that he needed a woman badly enough." Not only Miss Butterworth but Jim became the subject of congratulation. The first time he entered Sevenoaks after the announcement of his engagement, he was hailed from every shop, and button-holed at every corner. The good-natured chaffing to which he was subjected he met with his old smile. " Much obleeged to ye for leavin' her for a man as knows a genuine creetur when he sees her," he said, to one and another, who rallied him upon his matrimonial intentions. " Isn't she rather old ? " inquired one whose manners were not learned of Lord Chesterfield. "I dunno," he replied ; "she's hearn it thunder enough not to be skeered, an' she's had the measles an' the whoopin' cough, an' the chicken pox, an' the mumps, an' got through with her nonsense." CHAPTER XXI. IN WHICH JIM GETS THE FURNITURE INTO HIS HOUSE, AND MIKE CONLIN GETS ANOTHER INSTALLMENT OF ADVICE INTO JIM. JIM had a weary winter. He was obliged to hire and to board a number of workmen, whom it was necessary to bring in from Sevenoaks, to effect the finishing of his house. His mo- ney ran low at last, and Mr. Benedict was called upon to write a letter to Mr. Balfour on his behalf, accepting that gentle- man's offer of pecuniary assistance. This was a humiliating trial to Jim, for he had hoped to enter upon his new life free from the burden of debt ; but Mr. Balfour assured him that he did not regard his contribution to the building-fund as a loan it was only the payment for his board in advance. Jim was astonished to learn the extent of Miss Butterworth's resources. She proposed to furnish the house from the savings of her years of active industry. She had studied it so thoroughly during its progress, though she had never seen it, that she could have found every door and gone through every apartment of it in the dark. She had received from Mr. Benedict the plan and dimensions of every room. Car- pets were made, matting was purchased, sets of furniture were procured, crockery, glass, linen, mirrors, curtains, kitchen- utensils, everything necessary to housekeeping, were bought and placed in store, so that, when the spring came, all that remained necessary was to give her order to forward them, and write her directions for their bestowal in the house. The long-looked for time came at last. The freshets of spring had passed away ; the woods were filling with birds ; the shad-blossoms were reaching- their flat sprays out over the river, and looking at themselves in the sunny waters ; and the 288 SEVENOAJKS. ^: i, standing on the deck of the Uew Year, had piped an bands from bdow, and sent them into die nigging to spread the sub Jim's heart was glad. His boose was finished, and nothing remained but to fill it with the means and appliances of life, and with that precious life to which they were to be devoted. Tbe enterprise by which it was to be supported lay him, and was a burden upon him; but he bclkrui m 1 and was not afraid. One morning, after he had gone owr his hoa Miivcy, he started lor Sevcnoaks to !._ " .... -a ".. -* *\~~. f ".. - tne transportation of me ii^-- A wo new wuaK naa placed on the river by men who proposed to act as *lrf _!! WlM*m fc fc*.fclw^-^ -annrfl fl"-" 1 *^* lur VM19flm1 fan 9wl TB ilia* transportation of the articles that had been provided by little her every day; and erery day he was more impressed by the method which she had ursued in the work of finishin his "I " hot I didn't know yon In his journeys, Jim was necessarily thrown into tne cam- posy of Mike Conlin, who was officiously desirans to place at his disposal the wisdom which had been acqnred by long yens of intimate association with the domestic life, and the dudes and practices of Nine, and Jim had stopped at Mike's weary team, Mike saw that his last opportunity far giving advice had come, and he determined to avail wrlf of k. "Pnn," hesaid, * ye're jtit nothing bnt a babby, an" je most ax me some qmstions. Pm an owld houekaper, an' I kin tea ye everything, Jim." Jim was tired with hs work, and tired of Mfte. Tfeegreat 2 9 o SEVEN OAKS. event of his life stood so closely before him, and he was so much absorbed by it, that Mike's talk had a harsher effect upon his sensibilities than the grating of a saw-mill. " Ah ! Mike ! shut up, shut up !" he said. " Ye mean well, but ye' re the ignorantest ramus I ever seen. Ye know how to run a shanty an' a pig-pen, but what do ye know about keep- in' a hotel?" " Bedad, if that's where ye are, what do ye know about kapin' a hotel yersilf ? Ye'll see the time, Jim, when ye'll be sorry ye turned the cold shoolder to the honest tongue of Mike Conlin." " Well, Mike, ye understand a pig-pen better nor I do. I gi'en it up," said Jim, with a sigh that showed how painfully Mike was boring him. "Yes, Jim, an' ye think a pig-pen is benathe ye, forgittin' a pig is the purtiest thing in life. Ah, Jim ! whin ye git up in the marnin', a falin' shtewed, an' niver a bit o' breakfast in ye, an' go out in the djew barefut, as ye was borrn, lavin' yer coat kapin' company wid yer ugly owld hat, waitin' for yer pork and pertaties, an' see yer pig wid his two paws an' his dirty nose rachin' cover the pin, an sayin' 'good-marnin' to ye,' an' squalin' away wid his big v'ice for his porridge, ye'll remimber what I say. An', Jim, whin ye fade 'im, ah ! whin ye fade 'im ! an' he jist lays down continted, wid his belly full, an' ye laugh to hear 'im a groontin' an' a shwearin' to 'imself to think he can't ate inny more, an' yer owld woman calls ye to breakfast, ye'll go in jist happy jist happy, now. Ah, ye can't tell me ! I'm an owld housekaper, Jim." "Ye're an old pig-keeper; that's what you be," said Jim. " Ye're a reg'lar Paddy, Mike Ye're a good fellow, but I'd sooner hearn a loon nor a pig '' " Divil a bit o' raison have ^ye got in ye, Jim. Ye can't ate a loon no more nor ye can ate a boot." Mike was getting impatient with the incorrigible character of Jim's prejudices, and Jim saw that he was grieving him. "Well, I persume I sh'll have to keep pigs, Mike," he SEVENOAKS. 291 said, in a compromising tone; "but I shan't dress 'em in calliker, nor larn 'em to sing Old Hundred. I sh'll jest let 'em rampage around the woods, an' when I want one on 'em, I'll shoot 'im." "Yis, bedad, an' thin ye'll shkin 'im, an' throw the rist of 'im intil the river," responded Mike, contemptuously. " No, Mike ; I'll send for ye to cut 'im up an' pack 'im." " Now ye talk," said Mike; and this little overture of friendly confidence became a door through which he could enter a subject more profoundly interesting to him than that which related to his favorite quadruped. " What kind of an owld woman have ye r got, Jim? Jist open yer heart like a box o' tobacky, Jim, an' lit me hilp ye. There's no man as knows more about a woman nor Mike Con- lin. Ah, Jim! ye ought to 'ave seed me wid thegirrls in the owld counthry ! They jist rin afther me as if I'd been stalin' their little hearrts. There was a twilve-month whin they tore the very coat tails aff me back. Be gorry I could 'ave married me whole neighborhood, an' I jist had to marry the firrst one I could lay me honest hands on, an' take mesilf away wid her to Ameriky." This was too much for Jim. His face broadened into his old smile. " Mike," said he, " ye haven't got an old towel or a hoss- blanket about ye, have ye? I feel as if I was a goin' to cry." " An' what the divil be ye goin' to cry for?" " Well, Mike, this is a world o' sorrer, an' when a feller comes to think of a lot o' women as is so hard pushed that they hanker arter Mike Conlin, it fetches me. It's worse nor bein' without victuals, an' beats the cholery out o' sight." " Oh, ye blaggard ! Can't ye talk sinse whin yer betthers is thryin' to hilp ye ? What kind of an owld woman have ye got, now ?" "Mike," said Jim,solemnly, "ye don't know what ye're talkin' about. If ye did, ye wouldn't call her an old woman. She's a lady, Mike. She isn't one o' your kind, an' I ain't 2 9 2 SEVEN OAKS. one o' your kind, Mike. Can't ye see there's the difference of a pig atween us? Don't ye know that if I was to go hazin' round in the mornin' without no clo'es to speak on, an' takin' comfort in a howlin' pig, that I shouldn't be up to keepin' a hotel? Don't be unreasonable; and, Mike, don't ye never speak to me about my old woman. That's a sort o' thing that won't set on her." Mike shook his head in lofty pity. "Ah, Jim, I can see what ye're comin' to." Then, as if afraid that his " owld woman " might overhear his confession, he bent toward Jim, and half whispered : " The women is all smarter nor the men, Jim ; but ye mustn't let 'em know that ye think it. Ye've got to call 'em yer owld women, or ye can't keep 'em where ye want 'em. Be gorry ! I wouldn't let me owld woman know what I think of 'er fur fifty dollars. I couldn't kape me house over me head inny time at all at all, if I should whishper it. She's jist as much of a leddy as there is in Sivenoaks, bedad, an' I have to put on me big airs, an' thrash around wid me two hands in me breeches pockets, an' shtick out me lips like a lorrd, an* promise to raise the divil wid her whiniver she gits a fit o' high flyin' , an' ye'll have to do the same, Jim, or jist lay down an' let 'er shtep on ye. Git a good shtart, Jim. Don't ye gin 'er the bit for five minutes. She'll rin away wid ye. Ye can't till me anything about women." " No, nor I don't want to. Now you jest shut up, Mike. I'm tired a hearin' ye. This thing about women is one as has half the fun of it in larnin' it as ye go along. Ye mean well enough, Mike, but yer eddication is poor ; an' if it's all the same to ye, I'll take my pudden straight an' leave yer sarse for them as likes it." Jim's utter rejection of the further good offices of Mike, in the endeavor to instruct him in the management of his future relations with the little woman, did not sink very deep into the Irishman's sensibilities. Indeed, it could not have done so, for their waters were shallow, and, as at this moment SEVENOAKS. 293 Mike's '' owld woman " called both to dinner, the difference was forgotten in the sympathy of hunger and the satisfactions of the table. Jim felt that he was undergoing a change had undergone one, in fact. It had never revealed itself to him so fully as it did during his conversation with Mike. The building of the hotel, the study of the wants of another grade of civilization than that to which he had been accustomed, the frequent con- versations with Miss Butterworth, the responsibilities he had assumed, all had tended to lift him; and he felt that Mike Conlin was no longer a tolerable companion. The shallow- ness of the Irishman's mind and life disgusted him, and he knew that the time would soon come when, by a process as natural as the falling of the leaves in autumn, he should drop a whole class of associations, and stand where he could look down upon them where they would look up to him. The position of principal, the command of men, the conduct of, and the personal responsibility for, a great enterprise, had given him conscious growth. His old life and his old associa- tions were insufficient to contain him. After dinner they started on, for the first time accompanied by Mike's wife. Before her marriage she had lived the "life common to her class that of cook and housemaid in the fam- ilies of gentlemen. She knew the duties connected with the opening of a house, and could bring its machinery into working order. She could do a thousand things that a man either could not do, or would not think of doing ; and Jim had arranged that she should be housekeeper until the mistress of the establishment should be installed in her office. The sun had set before they arrived at the river, and the boats of the two guides, with Jim's, which had been brought down by Mr. Benedict, were speedily loaded with the furni- ture, and Mike, picketing his horses for the night, embarked with the rest, and all slept at Number Nine. In three days Jim was to be married, and his cage was ready for his bird. The stoop with its "settle," the ladder for 294 SEVENOAKS. posies, at the foot of which the morning-glories were already planted, and the "cupalo," had ceased to be dreams, ?nd be- come realities. Still, it all seemed a dream to Jim. He waked in the morning in his own room, and wondered whether he were not dreaming. He went out upon his piazza, and saw the cabin in which he had spent so many nights in his old simple life, then went off and looked up at his house or ranged through the rooms, and experienced the emotion of regret so common to those in similar circumstances, that he could never again be what he had been, or be contented with what he had been that he had crossed a point in his life which his retiring feet could never repass. It was the natural reac- tion of the long strain of expectation which he had expe- rienced, and would pass away; but while it was upon him he mourned over the death of his old self, and the hopeless obliteration of his old circumstances. Mr. Balfour had been written to, and would keep his promise to be present at the wedding, with Mrs. Balfour and the boys. Sam Yates, at Jim's request, had agreed to see to the preparation of an appropriate outfit for the bridegroom. Such invitations had been given out as Miss Butterworth dictated, and the Snow family was in a flutter of expectation. Presents of a humble and useful kind had been pouring in upon Miss Butterworth for days, until, indeed, she Was quite overwhelmed. It seemed as if the whole village were in a conspiracy of beneficence. In a final conference with Mrs. Snow, Miss Butterworth said : "I don't know at all how he is going to behave, and I'm not going to trouble myself about it ; he shall do just as he pleases. He has made his way with me, and if he is good enough for me, he is good enough for other people. I'm not going to badger him into nice manners, and I'm going to be just as much amused with him as anybody is. He isn't like other people, and if he tries to act like other people, it will just spoil him. If there's anything that I do despise above board, it's a woman trying to train a man who loves. her. If I were the man, I should hate her." CHAPTER XXII. IN WHICH JIM GETS MARRIED, THE NEW HOTEL RECEIVES ITS MISTRESS, AND BENEDICT CONFERS A POWER OF ATTORNEY. THERE was great commotion in the little Sevenoaks tavern. It was Jim's wedding morning, and on the previous evening there had been a sufficient number of arrivals to fill every room. Mr. and Mrs. Balfour, with the two boys, had come in in the evening stage ; Jim and Mr. Benedict had arrived from Number Nine. Friends of Miss Butterworth from ad- joining towns had come, so as to be ready for the ceremony of the morning. Villagers had thronged the noisy bar-room until midnight, scanning and discussing the strangers, and speculating upon the event which had called them together. Jim had moved among them, smiling, and returning their good-natured badinage with imperturbable coolness, so far as appearances went, though he acknowledged to Mr. Balfour that he felt very much as he did about his first moose. " I took a good aim," said he, "restin' acrost a stump, but the stump was oneasy like ; an' then I blazed away, an' when I obsarved the moose sprawlin', I was twenty feet up a tree, with my gun in the snow; an 4 if they don't find me settin' on the parson's chimbly about nine o'clock to-morrer mornin', it won't be on account o' my not bein' skeered." But the wedding morning had arrived. Jim had had an uneasy night, with imperfect sleep and preposterous dreams. He had been pursuing game. Sometimes it was a bear that attracted his chase, sometimes it was a deer, sometimes it was a moose, but all the time it was Miss Butterworth, flying and looking back, with robes and ribbons vanishing among the, 296 SEVENOAKS. distant trees, until he shot and killed her, and then he woke in a great convulsion of despair, to hear the singing of the early birds, and to the realization of the fact that his days of bachelor life were counted. Mr. Benedict, with his restored boy in his arms, occupied the room next to his, a door opening between them. Both were awake, and were busy with their whispered confidences, when they became aware that Jim was roused and on his feet. In a huge bundle on the table lay Jim's wedding garments, which he eyed from time to time as he busied himself at his bath. ' Won't ye be a purty bird with them feathers on ! This makin' crows into bobolinks'll do for oncet, but, my! won't them things spin when I git into the woods agin ? " Benedict and Harry knew Jim's habit, and the measure of excitement that was upon him, and lay still, expecting to be amused by his soliloquies. Soon they heard him say : "Oh, lay down, lay down, lay down, ye misable old mop ! " It was an expression of impatience and disgust. "What's the matter, Jim?" Mr. Benedict called. '/ Here's my har," responded Jim, "actiii' as if it was a piece o' woods or a hay-lot, an' there ain't no lodgin' it with nothin' short of a harricane. I've a good mind to git it shingled and san' -papered." Then, shifting his address to the object of his care and anxiety, he went on : " Oh, stick up, stick up, if you want to ! Don't lay down on my 'count. P'rhaps ye want to see what's goin' on. P'rhaps ye' re goin' to stand up with me. P'rhaps ye want to skeer somebody's hosses. If I didn't look no better nor you, I sh'd want to lay low ; an', if I'd 'a slep as poor as ye did last night, I'd lop down in the fust bed o' bear's grease I could find. Hain't ye got no manners ?" This was too much for Harry, who, in his happy mood, burst into the merriest laughter. SEVENOAKS. 297 This furnished Jim with just the apology he wanted for a frolic, and rushing into the adjoining bed-room, he pulled Harry from his bed, seated him on the top of his head, and marched with him struggling and laughing about the room. After he had performed sundry acrobatic feats with him, he carried him back to his bed. Then he returned to his room, and entered seriously upon the task of arraying himself in his wedding attire. To get on his collar and neck-tie properly, he was obliged to call for Mr. Benedict's assistance. Jim was already getting red in the face. " What on arth folks want to tie theirselves up in this way for in hot weather, is more nor I know," he said. " How do ye s'pose them Mormons live, as is doin' this thing every three days?" Jim asked this question with his nose in the air, patiently waiting the result of Mr. Benedict's manipulations at his throat. When he could speak again, he added : " I vow, if I was doin' a big business in this line, I'd git some tin things, an' have 'em soddered on, an' sleep in 'em." This sent Harry into another giggle, and, with many solilo- quies and much merriment, the dressing in both rooms went on, until, in Jim's room, all became still. When Benedict and his boy had completed their toilet, they looked in upon Jim, and found him dressed and seated on his trunk. "Good morning, Mr. Fenton," said Benedict, cheerfully. Jim, who had been in deep thought, looked up, and said : "Do ye know that that don't seem so queer to me as it used to ? It seems all right fur pertickler friends to call me Jim, but clo'es is what puts the Mister into a man. I felt it comin' when I looked into the glass. Says I to myself: 'Jim, that's Mr. Fenton as is now afore ye. Look at 'im sharp, so that, if so be ye ever seen 'im agin' ye'll know 'im.' I never knowed exactly where the Mister come from afore. Ye have to be measured for't. A pair o' shears, an' a needle an' thread, an' a hot goose is what changes a man into a Mister. It's a nice thing to find out, but it's uncomf table. It ain't 13* 298 SEVENOAKS. so bad as it would be if ye couldn't strip it off when ye git tired on't, an' it's a good thing to know." "Do clothes make Belcher a gentleman?" inquired Mr. Benedict. " Well, it's what makes him a Mister, any way. When ye git his clo'es off thar ain't nothin' left of 'im. Dress 'im up in my old clo'es, as has got tar enough on 'em to paint a boat, an' there wouldn't be enough man in 'im to speak to." How long Jim would have indulged in his philosophy of the power of dress had he not been disturbed will never be known, for at this moment Mr. Balfour knocked at his door, and was admitted. Sam Yates followed, and both looked Jirn over and pronounced him perfect. Even these familiar friends felt the power of dress, and treated Jim in a way to which he had been unaccustomed. The stalwart figure, developed in every muscle, and becomingly draped, was well calculated to excite their admiration. The refractory hair which had given its possessor so much trouble, simply made his head impres- sive and picturesque. There was a man before them humane, brave, bright, original. All he wanted was culture. Physical and mental endowments were in excess, and the two men, trained in the schools, had learned to love almost to revere him. Until he spoke, they did not feel at home with him in his new disguise. They all descended to breakfast together. Jim was quiet under the feeling that his clothes were an unnatural expression of himself, and that his words would make them a mockery. He was awed, too, by the presence of Mrs. Balfour, who met him at the table for the first time in her life. The sharp-eyed, smiling Yankee girls who waited at the meal, were very much devoted to Jim, who was ashamed to receive so much atten- tion. On the whole, it was the most uncomfortable breakfast he had ever eaten, but his eyes were quick to see all that was done, for he was about to open a hotel, and wished particu- larly to learn the details of the table service. There was great excitement, too, at the parsonage that SEVEN OAKS. 299 morning. The Misses Snow were stirred by the romance of the occasion. They had little enough of this element in their lives, and were disposed to make the most of it when it came. The eldest had been invited to accompany the bride to Num- ber Nine, and spend a few weeks with her there. As this was accounted a great privilege by the two younger sisters, they quietly shelved her, and told her that they were to have their own way at home ; so Miss Snow became ornamental and critical. Miss Butterworth had spent the night with her, and they had talked like a pair of school-girls until the small hours of the morning. The two younger girls had slept together, and discussed at length the duties of their respective offices. One was to do the bride's hair and act as the general super- visor of her dress, the other was to arrange the flowers and take care of the guests. Miss Butterworth's hair was not beautiful, and how it was to be made the most of was the great question that agitated the hair-dresser. All the possibilities of braid and plait and curl were canvassed. If she only had a switch, a great triumph could be achieved, but she had none, and, what was worse, would have none. A neighbor had sent in a potted white rose, full of buds and bloom, and over this the sisters quarreled. The hair would not be com- plete without the roses, and the table would look " shameful " if the pot did not stand upon it, unshorn of a charm. The hair-dresser proposed that the stems which she was bent on despoiling should have some artificial roses tied to them, but the disgraceful project was rejected with scorn. They wran- gled over the dear little rose-bush and its burden until they went to sleep the one to dream that Miss Butterworth had risen in the morning with a new head of hair that reached to her knee, in vhose luxuriance she could revel with intermina- ble delight, and the other that the house was filled with roses; that they sprouted out of the walls, fluttered with beads of dew against the windows, strewed the floor, and filled the air with odor. Miss Butterworth was not to step out of the room not be 300 SEVENOAKS. seen by any mortal eye until she should come forth as a bride. Miss Snow was summarily expelled from the apart- ment, and only permitted to bring in Miss Butterworth's breakfast, while her self-appointed lady's maid did her hair, and draped her in her new gray silk. " Make just as big a fool of me, my dear, as you choose," said the prospective bride to the fussy little girl who fluttered about her. " It's only for a day, and I don't care." Such patient manipulation, such sudden retirings for the study of effects, such delicious little experiments with a curl, such shifting of hair-pins, such dainty adjustments of ruffles and frills as were indulged in in that little room can only be imagined by the sex familiar with them. And then, in the midst of it all, came a scream of delight that stopped every- thing. Mrs. Balfour had sent in a great box full of the most exquisite flowers, which she had brought all the way from the city. The youngest Miss Snow was wild with her new wealth, and there were roses for Miss Butterworth's hair, and her throat, and a bouquet for her hand. And after this came wonderful accessions to the refreshment table. Cake, with Miss Butterworth's initials; tarts, marked "Number Nine," and Charlotte de Russe, with a "B" and an "F" hopelessly twisted together in a monogram. The most excited exclama- tions reached Miss Butterworth's ears in her imprisonment : "Goodness, gracious me !" ' " If there isn't another cake as big as a flour barrel !" "Tell your mother she's an angel. She's coming down to help us eat it, I hope." " Just look at this basket of little cakes ! I was saying to mother this minute that that was all we wanted." So the good things came, and the cheerful givers went, and Miss Butterworth took an occasional sip at her coffee, with a huge napkin at her throat, and tears in her eyes, not drawn forth by the delicate tortured in progress upon her person. She thought of her weary years of service, her watchings by sick-beds, her ministry to the poor, her long loneliness 1 , and SEVENOAKS. 30 1 acknowledged to herself that her reward had come. To be so loved and petted, and cared for, and waited upon, was payment for every sacrifice and every service, and she felt that she and the world were at quits. Before the finishing touches to her toilet were given, there was a tumult at the door. She could hear new voices. The guests were arriving. She heard laughter and merry greetings ; and still they poured'in, as if they had come in a procession. Then there was a hush, followed by the sound of a carriage, the letting down of steps, and a universal murmur. Jim had arrived, with Mr. and Mrs. Balfour and the boys. They had had great difficulty in getting him into the one hackney coach which the village possessed, on account of his wish to ride with the driver, " a feller as he knowed;" but he was overruled by Mrs. Balfour, who, on alighting, took his arm. He came up the garden walk, smiling in the faces and eyes of those gathered around the door and clustered at the windows. In his wedding dress, he was the best figure in the crowd, and many were the exclamations, of feminine admira- tion. On entering the door, he looked about him, saw the well- dressed and expectant company, the dainty baskets of flowers, the bountifully loaded table in the little dining-room, all the preparations for his day of happiness, but he saw nowhere the person who gave to him the significance of the occasion. Mr. Snow greeted him cordially, and introduced him to those who stood near. " Well, parson, where's the little woman?" he said, at last, in a voice so loud that all heard the startling question. Miss Butterworth heard him, and laughed. "Just hear him!" she exclaimed to the busy girl, whose work was now hurrying to a close. " If he doesn't as- tonish them before he gets through, I shall be mistaken. I do think it's the most ridiculous thing. Now isn't it ! The idea!" Miss Snow, in the general character of outside manager and 302 SEVENOAKS future companion of the bride, hurried to Jim's side at once, and said : "Oh, Mr. Fenton !" " Jest call me Jim." "No, no, I won't. Now, Mr. Fenton, really ! you can't see her until she is :-eady !" " Oh can't I !" and Jim smiled. Miss Snow had the impression, prevalent among women, that a bridegroom has no rights so long as they can keep him out of them, and that it is their privilege to fight him up to the last moment. " Now, really, Mr. Fenton, you must be patient," she said, in a whisper. " She is quite delicate this morning, and she's going to look so pretty that you'll hardly know her." "Well," said Jim, "if you've got a ticket into the place whar she's stoppin', tell her that kingdom-come is here an' waitin'." A ripple of laughter went around the circle, and Jim, find- ing the room getting p. little close, beckoned Mr. Snow out of the doors. Taking him aside and removing his hat, he said : " Parson, do you see my har?" "I do," responded the minister, good-naturedly. " That riz last night," said Jim, solemnly. "Is it possible?" and Mr. Snow looked at the intractable pile with genuine concern. " Yes, riz in a dream. I thought I'd shot 'er. I was follerin' 'er all night. Sometimes she was one thing, an' sometimes she was another, but I drew a bead on 'er, an' down she went, an' up come my har quicker nor lightnin'. I don't s'pose it looks very purty, but I can't help it." "Have you tried anything on it?" inquired Mr. Snow with a puzzled look. " Yis, everything but a hot flat iron, an' I'm a little afraid o' that. If wust comes to wust, it'll have to be did, though. It may warm up my old brains a little, but if my har is well sprinkled, and the thing is handled lively, it'lljpay for try in'." SEVENOAKS. 303 The perfect candor and coolness of Jim's manner were too much for the unsuspicious spirit of the minister, who thought it all very strange. He had heard of such things, but this was the first instance he had ever seen. "Parson," said Jim, changing the topic, "what's the damage for the sort o' thing ye're drivin' at this mornin' ?" "The what?" "The damage what's the well damage? What do ye consider a fa'r price?" "Do you mean the marriage fee?" " Yes, I guess that's what ye call it." " The law allows us two dollars, but you will permit me to perform the ceremony for nothing. It's a labor of love, Mr. Fenton. We are all very much interested in Miss Butter- worth, as you see." "Well, I'm a little interested in 'er myself, an' I'm a goin' to pay for the splice. Jest tuck that X into yer jacket, an' tell yer neighbors as ye've seen a man as was five times better nor the law." "You are very generous." " No ; I know what business is, though. Ye have to get somethin' to square the buryins an' baptizins with. When a man has a weddin', he'd better pay the whole thing in a lump. Parsons have to live, but how the devil they do it in Sevenoaks is more nor I know." "Mr. Fenton! excuse me!" said Mr. Snow, coloring, " but I am not accustomed to hearing language of that kind." " No, I s'pose not," said Jim, who saw too late that he had made a mistake. " Your sort o' folks knuckle to the devil more nor I do. A good bein' I take to, but a bad bein' I'm careless with; an' I don't make no more o' slingin' his name round nor I do kickin' an old boot." Mr. Snow was obliged to laugh, and half a dozen others, who had gathered about them, joined in a merry chorus. Then Miss Snow came out and whispered to her father, and gave a roguish glance at Jim. At this time the house was full, 304 SEVEN OAKS. the little yard was full, and there was a crowd of boys at the gate. Mr. Snow took Jim by the arm and led him in. They pressed through the crowd at the door, Miss Snow making way for them, and so, in a sort of triumphal progress, they went through the room, and disappeared in the apartment where "the little woman," flushed and expectant, waited their arrival. It would be hard to tell which was the more surprised as they were confronted by the meeting. Dress had wrought its miracle upon both of them, and they hardly knew each other. " Well, little woman, how fare ye? " said Jim, and he ad<- vanced, and took her cheeks tenderly between his rough hands, and kissed her. "Oh, don't ! Mr. Fenton ! You'll muss her hair !" ex- claimed the nervous little lady's maid of the morning, dancing about the object of her delightful toils and anxieties, and re- adjusting a rose, and pulling out the fold of a ruffle. "A purty job ye've made on't ! The little woman '11 never look so nice again," said Jim. "Perhaps I shall when I'm married again," said Miss Butterworth, looking up into Jim's eyes, and laughing. " Now, ain't that sassy ! " exclaimed Jim, in a burst of ad- miration. " That's what took me the first time I seen 'er." Then Miss Snow Number Two came in, and said it really was time for the ceremony to begin. Such a job as she had had in seating people ! Oh, the mysteries of that little room ! How the people out- side wondered what was going on there ! How the girls inside rejoiced in their official privileges ! Miss Snow took Jim by the button-hole : " Mr. Fenton, you must take Miss Butterworth on your arm, you know, and lead her in front of the sofa, and turn around, and face father, and then do just what he tells you, and re- member that there's nothing for you to say:" The truth was, that they were all afraid that Jim would not be able to hold his tongue. SEVEN OAKS. 305 "Are we all ready?" inquired Mr. Snow, in a pleasant, official tone. All were ready, and then Mr. Snow, going out with a book in his hand, was followed by Jim and his bride, the little pro- cession being completed by the three Misses Snow, who, with a great deal of care upon their faces, slipped out of the door, one after another, like three white doves from a window. Mr. Snow took his position, the pair wheeled and faced him, and the three Misses Snow supported Miss Butterworth as im- promptu bridesmaids. It was an impressive tableau, and when the good pastor said : "Let us pray," and raised his thin, white hands, a painter in search of a subject could have asked for nothing better. When, at the close of his prayer, the pastor inquired if there were any known obstacles to the union of the pair before him in the bonds of holy matrimony, and bade all objectors to speak then, or forever after hold their peace, Jim looked around with a defiant air, as if he would like to see the man who dared to respond to the call. No one did respond, and the ceremony proceeded. "James," said Mr. Snow. "Jest call me " Miss Butterworth pinched Jim's arm, and he recalled Miss Snow's injunction in time to arrest his sentence in raid- passage. "James," the pastor repeated, and then went on to ask him, in accordance with the simple form of his sect, whether he took the woman whom he was holding by the hand to be his lawful and wedded wife, to be loved and cherished in sickness and health, in prosperity and adversity, cleaving to her, and to her only. " Parson," said Jim, "that's jest what I'm here for." There would have been a titter if any other man had said it, but it was so strong and earnest, and so much in character, that hardly a smile crossed a face that fronted him. Then ' ' Keziah ' ' was questioned in the usual form, and 306 SEVENOAKS. bowed her response, and Jim and the little woman were de- clared to be one. "What God hath joined together, let not man put asunder." And then Mr. Snow raised his white hands again, and pro- nounced a formal benediction. There was a moment of awkwardness, but soon the pastor advanced with his congratu- lations, and Mrs. Snow came up, and the three Misses Snow, and the Balfours, and the neighbors ; and there were kisses and hand-shakings, and good wishes. Jim beamed around upon the fluttering and chattering groups like a great, good- natured mastiff upon a playful collection of silken spaniels and smart terriers. It was the proudest moment of his life. Even when standing on the cupola of his hotel, surveying his achievements, and counting his possessions, he had never felt the thrill which moved him then. The little woman was his, and his forever. His manhood had received the highest pub- lic recognition, and he was as happy as if it had been the im- position of a crown. " Ye made purty solemn business on't, Parson," said Jim. ^It's a very important step, Mr. Fenton," responded the clergyman. "Step!" exclaimed Jim.. "That's no name for't; it's a whole trip. But I sh'll do it. When I. said it I meaned it. I sh'll take care o' the little woman, and atween you an' I, Parson, it's about the best thing as a man can do. Takin' care of a woman is the nateral thing for a man, an' no man ain't much as doesn't do it, and glad o' the job." The capacity of a country assembly for cakes, pies, and lemonade, is something quite unique, especially at a morning festival. If the table groaned at the beginning, it sighed at the close. The abundance that asserted itself in piles of dain- ties was left a wreck. It faded away like a bank of snow before a drift of southern vapor. Jim, foraging among the solids, found a mince pie, to which he devoted himself. "This is the sort o' thing as will stan' by a man in trouble," said he, with a huge piece in his hand. SE VENOAKS. 30 7 Then, with a basket of cake, he vanished from the house, and distributed his burden among the boys at the gaje. " Boys, I know ye're hungry, 'cause ye've left yer break- fast on yer faces. Now git this in afore it rains." The boys did not stand on the order of the service, but helped themselves greedily, and left his basket empty in a twinkling. "It beats all nater," said Jim, looking at them sympathe- tically, "how much boys can put down when they try. If the facks could be knowed, without cuttin' into 'em, I'd be willin' to bet somethin' that their legs is holler." While Jim was absent, the bride's health was drunk in a glass of lemonade, and when he returned, his own health was proposed, and Jim seemed to feel that something was expected of him. " My good frens," said he, "I'm much obleeged to ye. Ye couldn't 'a' treated me better if I'd 'a' been the president of this country. I ain't used to yer ways, but I know when I'm treated well, an' when the little woman is treated well. I'm obleeged to ye on her 'count. I'm a goin' to take 'er into the woods, an' take care on 'er. We are goin' to keep a hotel me and the little woman an' if so be as any of ye is took sick by overloadin' with cookies 'arly in the day, or bein' thinned out with lemonade, ye can come into the woods, an' I'll send ye back happy." There was a clapping of hands and a flutter of handker- chiefs, and a merry chorus of laughter, and then two vehicles drove up to the door. The bride bade a tearful farewell to her multitude of friends, and poured out her thanks to the minister's family, and in twenty minutes thereafter, two happy loads of passengers went pounding over the bridge, and off up the hill on the way to Number Nine. The horses were strong, the morning was perfect, and Jim was in possession of his bride. They, with Miss Snow, occupied one carriage, while Mr. Benedict and the Balfours filled the other. Not a mem.ber of the company started homeward until the bridal 3 o8 SEVENOAKS. party was seen climbing the hill in the distance, but waited, commenting upon the great event of the morning, and specu- lating upon the future of the pair whose marriage they had witnessed. There was not a woman in the crowd who did not believe in Jim ; and all were glad that the little tailoress had reached so pleasant and stimulating a change in her life. When the voyagers had passed beyond the scattered farm- houses into the lonely country, Jim, with his wife's help, re- leased himself from the collar and" cravat that tormented him, and once more breathed freely. On they sped, shouting to one another from carriage to carriage, and Mike Conlin's humble house was reached in a two hours' drive.. There was chaffing at the door and romping among the trees while the horses were refreshed, and then they pushed on again with such speed as was possible with poorer roads and soberer horses ; and two hours before sunset they were at the river. The little woman had enjoyed the drive. When 'she found that she had cut loose from her old life, and was entering upon one unknown and untried, in pleasant companionship, she was thoroughly happy. It was all like a fairy story ; and there before her rolled the beautiful river, and, waiting on the shore, were the trunks and remnants of baggage that had been started for their destination before daylight, and the guides with their boats, and with wild flowers in their hat -bands. The carriages were dismissed to find their way back to Mike Conlin's that night, while Jim, throwing off his coat, assisted in loading the three boats. Mr. Balfour had brought along with him, not only a large flag for the hotel, but half a dozen smaller ones for the little fleet. The flags were soon mounted upon little rods, and set up at either end of each boat, and when the luggage was all loaded, and the passengers were all in their places Jim taking his wife and Miss Snow in his own familiar craft they pushed out into the stream, and started for a race. Jim was the most powerful man of the three, and was aching for work. It was a race all the way, but the broader chest and harder muscles won. It was a regatta with- SEVENOAKS. 309 out spectators, but as full of excitement as if the shores had been fringed with a cheering crowd. The two women chatted together in the stern of Jim's boat, or sat in silence, as if they were enchanted, watching the changing shores, while the great shadows of the woods deep- ened upon them. They had never seen anything like it. It was a new world God's world, which man had not marred. At last they heard the barking of a dog, and, looking far up among the woods, they caught the vision of a new build- ing. The boys in the boats behind yelled with delight. Ample in its dimensions and fair in its outlines, there stood the little woman's home. Her eyes filled with tears, and she hid them on Miss Snow's shoulder. " Be yedisap'inted, little woman?" inquired Jim, tenderly. "Oh, no." " Feelin's a little too many fur ye ?" The little woman nodded, while Miss Snow put her arm around her neck and whispered. " A. woman is a curi's bein'," said Jim. " She cries when she's tickled, an' she laughs when she's mad." "I'm not mad," said the little woman, bursting into a laugh, and lifting her tear-burdened eyes to Jim. "An' then," said Jim, "she cries and laughs all to oncet, an' a feller don't know whether to take off his jacket or put up his umberell." This quite restored the " little woman," and her eyes were dry and merry as the boat touched the bank, and the two women were helped on shore. Before the other boats came up, they were in the house, with the delighted Turk at their heels, and Mike Conlin's wife courtseying before them. It was a merry night at Number Nine. Jim's wife became the mistress at once. She knew where everything was to be found, as well as if she had been there for a year, and played the hostess to Mr. and Mrs. Balfour as agreeably as if her life had been devoted to the duties of her establishment. 3 io SEVENOAKS. Mr. Balfour could not make a long stay in the woods, but had determined to leave his wife there with the boys. His business was pressing at home, and he had heard something while at Sevenoaks that made him uneasy on Mr. Benedict's account. The latter had kept himself very quiet while at the wedding, but his intimacy with one of Mr. Balfour's boys had been observed, and there were those who detected the likeness of this boy, though much changed by growth and better con- ditions, to the little Harry Benedict of other days. Mr. Bal- four had overheard the speculations of the villagers on the strange Mr. Williams who had for so long a time been housed with Jim Fenton, and the utterance of suspicions that he was no other than their old friend, Paul Benedict. He knew that this suspicion would be reported by Mr. Belcher's agent at once, and that Mr. Belcher would take desperate steps to secure himself in his possessions. What form these measures would take whether of fraud or personal violence he could not tell. He advised Mr. Benedict to give him a power of attorney to prosecute Mr. Belcher for the sum due him on the use of his inventions, and to procure an injunction on his further use of them, unless he should enter into an agreement to pay such a royalty as should be deemed equitable by all the parties concerned. Mr. Benedict accepted the advice, and the papers were executed at once. Armed with this document, Mr. Balfour bade good-bye to Number Nine and its pleasant company, and hastened back to the city, where he took the first opportunity to report to his friends the readiness of Jim to receive them for the summer. It would be pleasant to follow them into their forest pastimes, but more stirring and important matters will hold us to the city. CHAPTER XXIII. IN WHICH MR. BELCHER EXPRESSES HIS DETERMINATION TO BECOME A " FOUNDER," BUT DROPS HIS NOUN IN FEAR OF A LITTLE VERB OF THE SAME NAME. MRS. DILLINGHAM had a difficult role to play. She could not break with Mr. Belcher without exposing her motives and bringing herself under unpleasant suspicion and surveillance. She felt that the safety of her protege and his father would be best consulted by keeping peace with their enemy ; yet every approach of the great scoundrel disgusted and humiliated her. That side of her nature which had attracted and encouraged him was sleeping, and, under the new motives which were at work within her, she hoped that it would never wake. She looked down the devious track of her past, counted over its unworthy and most unwomanly satisfactions, and wondered. She looked back to a great wrong which she had once inflicted on an innocent man, with a self-condemnation so deep that all the womanhood within her rose into the purpose of repara- tion. The boy whom she had called to her side, and fastened by an impassioned tenderness more powerful even than her won- derful art, had become to her a fountain of pure motives. She had a right to love this child. She owed a duty to him beyond any woman living. Grasping her right, and acknow- ledging her duty a right and duty accorded to her by his nominal protector she would not have forfeited them for the world. They soon became all that gave significance to her existence, and to them she determined that her life should be 3" 3 I2 SEVENOAKS. devoted. To stand well with this boy, to be loved, admired and respected by him, to be to him all that a mother could be, to be guided by his pure and tender conscience toward her own reformation, to waken into something like life and nour- ish into something like strength the starved motherhood within her these became her dominant motives. Mr. Belcher saw the change in her, but was too gross in his nature, too blind in his passion, and too vain in his imagined power, to comprehend it. She was a woman, and had her whims, he thought. Whims were evanescent, and this parti- cular whim would pass away. He was vexed by seeing the boy so constantly with her. He met them walking together % in the street, or straying in the park, hand in hand, or caught the lad looking at him from her window. He could not doubt that all this intimacy was approved by Mr. Balfour. Was she playing a deep game ? Could she play it for anybody but himself the man who had taken her heart by storm ? Her ac- tions, however, even when interpreted by his self-conceit, gave him uneasiness. She had grown to be very kind and consider- ate toward Mrs. Belcher. Had this friendship moved her to crush the passion for her husband ? Ah ! if she could only know how true he was to her in his untruthfulness ! how faithful he was to her in his perjury ! how he had saved him- self for the ever-vanishing opportunity ! Many a time the old self-pity came back to the successful scoundrel. Many a time he wondered why the fate which had been so kind to him in other things would not open the door to his wishes in this. With this unrewarded passion gnawing at his heart, and with the necessity of treating the wife of his youth with constantly increasing consideration, in order to cover it from her sight, the General was anything but a satisfied and happy man. The more he thought upon it, the more morbid he grew, until it seemed to him that his wife must look through his hypocritical eyes into his guilty heart. He grew more and more guarded in his speech. If he men- tioned Mrs. Dillingham's name, he always did it incidentally, SEVEN OAKS. 313 and then only for the purpose of showing that he had no rea- son to avoid the mention of it. There was another thought that preyed upon him. He was consciously a forger. He had not used the document he had forged, but he had determined to do so. Law had not laid its finger upon him, but its finger was over him. He had not yet crossed the line that made him legally a criminal, but the line was drawn before him, and only another step would be neces- sary to place him beyond it. A brood of fears was gathering around him. They stood back, glaring upon him from the distance ; but they only waited another act in his career of dishonor to crowd in and surround him with menace. Some- times he shrank from his purpose, but the shame of being im- poverished and beaten spurred him renewedly to determina- tion. He became conscious that what there was of bravery in him was sinking into bravado. His self-conceit, and what little he possessed of self-respect, were suffering. He dimly apprehended the fact that he was a rascal, and it made him uncomfortable. It ceased to be enough for him to assure him- self that he was no more a rascal than those around him. He reached out on every side for means to maintain his self-respect. What good thing could he do to counterbalance his bad deeds? How could he shore himself up by public praise, by respecta- ble associations, by the obligations of the public for deeds of beneficence ? It is the most natural thing in the world for the dishonest steward, who cheats his lord, to undertake to win consideration against contingencies with his lord's money. On the same evening in which the gathering at the Seven- oaks tavern occurred, preceding Jim's wedding, Mr. Belcher sat in his library, looking over the document which nominally conveyed to him the right and title of Paul Benedict to his inventions. He had done this many times since he had forged three of the signatures, and secured a fraudulent addition to the number from the hand of Phipps. He had brought him- self to believe, to a certain extent, in their genuineness, and was wholly sure that they were employed on behalf of justice. 3 i4 SEVENOAKS. The inventions had cost Benedict little or no money, and he, Mr. Belcher, had developed them at his own risk. Without his money and his enterprise they would have amounted to. nothing. If Benedict had not lost his reason, the document would have been legally signed. The cause of Benedict's lapse from sanity did not occur to him. He only knew that if the inventor had not become insane, he should have secured his signature at some wretched price, and out of this conviction he reared his self-justification. "It's right!" said Mr. Belcher. " The State prison may be in it, but it's right!" And then, confirming his foul determination by an oath, he added : "I'll standby it." Then he rang his bell, and called for Phipps. "Phipps," said he, as his faithful and plastic servitor ap- peared, "come in, and^close the door." When Phipps, with a question in his face, walked up to where Mr. Belcher was sitting at his desk, with the forged document before him, the latter said : " Phipps, did you ever see this paper before?" "Yes, sir." " Now, think hard don't be in a hurry and tell me when you saw it before. Take it in your hand, and look it all over, and be sure." "I can't tell, exactly," responded Phipps, scratching his head; "but I should think it might have been six years ago, or more. It was a long time before we came from Seven oaks." " Very well ; is that.your signature ?" "It is, sir." "Did you see Benedict write his name? Did you see Johnson and Ramsey write their names? 11 "I did, sir." "Do you remember all the circumstances what I said to you, and what you said to me why you were in the ro.orn.?" SEVENOAKS. 315 "Yes, sir.'.' " Phipps, do you know that if it is ever found out that you have signed that paper within a few weeks, you are as good as a dead man ?" "I don't know what you mean, sir," replied Phipps, in evident alarm. "Do you know that that signature is enough to send you to the State. prison?" "No, sir." "Well, Phipps, it is just that, provided it isn't stuck to. You will have to swear to it, and stand by it. I know the thing is coming. I can feel it in my bones. Why it hasn't come before, the Lord only knows." Phfpps had great faith in the might of money, and entire faith in Mr. Belcher's power to save him from any calamity. His master, during all his residence with and devotion to him, had shown himself able to secure every end he had sought, and he believed in him, or believed in his power, wholly. " Couldn't you save me, sir, if I were to get into trouble ?" he inquired, anxiously. "That depends upon whether you stand by me, Phipps. It's just here, my boy. If you swear, through thick and thin, that you saw these men sign this paper, six years ago or more, that you signed it at the same time, and stand by your own signature, you will sail through all right, and do me a devilish good turn. If you balk, or get twisted up in your own reins, or thrown off your seat, down goes your house. If you stand by me, I shall stand by you. The thing is all right, and just as it ought to be, but it's a little irregular. It gives me what belongs to me, but the law happens to be against it." Phipps hesitated, and glanced suspiciously, and even me- nacingly, at the paper. Mr. Belcher knew that he would like to tear it in pieces, and so, without unseemly haste, he picked it up, placed it in its drawer, locked it in, and put the key in his pocket. " I don't want to get into trouble," said Phipps. 3 i 6 SEVENOAKS. "Phipps," said Mr. Belcher, in a conciliatory tone, "I don't intend that you shall get into trouble." Then, rising, and patting his servant on the shoulder, he added : " But it all depends on your standing by me, and standing by yourself. You know that you will lose nothing by stand- ing by the General, Phipps ; you know me." Phipps was not afraid of crime ; he was only afraid of its possible consequences ; and Mr. Belcher's assurance of safety, provided he should remember his story and adhere to it, was all that he needed to confirm him in the determination to do what Mr. Belcher wished him to do. After Phipps retired, Mr. Belcher took out his document again, and looked it over for the hundredth time. He re- compared the signatures which he had forged with their origi- nals. Consciously a villain, he regarded himself still as a man who was struggling for'his rights. But something of his old, self-reliant courage was gone. He recognized the fact that there was one thing in the world more powerful than himself. The law was against him. Single-handed, he could meet men ; but the great power which embodied the justice and strength of the State awed him, and compelled him into a realization of his weakness. The next morning Mr. Belcher received his brokers and operators in bed in accordance with his custom. He was not good-natured. His operations in Wall street had not been prosperous for several weeks. In some way, impossible to be foreseen by himself or his agents, everything had worked against him. He knew that if he did not rally from this pas- sage of ill-luck, he would, in addition to his loss of money, lose something of his prestige. He had a stormy time with his advisers and tools, swore a great deal, and sent them off in anything but a pleasant frame of mind. Talbot was waiting in the drawing-room when the brokers retired, and followed his card upstairs, where he found his principal with an ugly frown upon his face. SEVENOAKS. 317 "Toll," he whimpered, "I'm glad to see you. You're the best of 'em all, and in the long run, you bring me the most money." "Thank you," responded the factor, showing his white teeth in a gratified smile. " Toll, I'm not exactly ill, but I'm not quite myself. How long it will last I don't know, but just this minute the General is devilish unhappy, and would sell himself cheap. Things are not going right. I don't sleep well." " You've got too much money," suggested Mr. Talbot. " Well, what shall I do with it?" " Give it to me." "No, I thank you; I can do better. Besides, you are getting more than your share of it now." "Well, I don't ask it of you," said Talbot, "but if you wish to get rid of it, I could manage a little more of it with- out trouble." " Toll, look here ! The General wants to place a little money where it will bring him some reputation with the highly respectable old dons, our spiritual fathers, you know and the brethren. Understand?" " General, you are deep; you'll have to explain." " Well, all our sort of fellows patronize something or other. They cheat a man out of his eye-teeth one day, and the next, you hear of them endowing something or other, or making a speech to a band of old women, or figuring on a top-lofty list of directors. That's the kind of thing I want." " You can get any amount of it, General, by paying for it. All they want is money ; they don't care where it comes from." " Toll, shut up. I behold a vision. Close your eyes now, and let me paint it for you. I see the General General Robert Belcher, the millionaire in the aspect of a great pub- lic benefactor. He is dressed in black, and sits upon a plat- form, in the midst of a lot of seedy men in white chokers. They hand him a programme. There is speech-making going 3 i 8 SEVENOAKS. on, and every speech makes an allusion to 'our benefactor,' and the brethren and sisters cheer. The General bows. High old doctors of divinity press up to be introduced. They are all after more. They flatter the General; they coddle him. They give him the highest seat. They pretend to respect him. They defend him from all slanders. They are proud of the General. He is their man. I look into the religious newspapers, and in one column I behold a curse on the stock-jobbing of Wall street, and in the next, the praise of the beneficence of General Robert Belcher. I see the General passing down Wall street the next day. I see him laughing out of the corner of his left eye, while his friends punch him in the ribs. Oh, Toll ! it's delicious ! Where are your feelings, my boy? Why don't you cry?" " Charming picture, General ! Charming ! but my hand- kerchief is fresh, and I must save it. I may have a cold before night." " Well, now, Toll, what's the thing to be done ? " "What do you say to soup-kitchens for the poor? They don't cost so very much, and you get your name in the papers." " Soup-kitchens be hanged ! That's Mrs. Belcher's job. Besides, I don't want to get up a reputation for helping the poor. They're a troublesome lot and full of bother ; I don't believe in 'em. They don't associate you with anybody but themselves. What I want is to be in the right sort of a crowd." " Have you thought of a hospital ? " "Yes, I've thought of a hospital, but I don't seem to han- ker after it. To tell the truth, the hospitals are pretty well taken up already. I might work into a board of directors by paying enough, I suppose, but it is too much the regular thing. What I want is ministers something religious, you know." " You might run a church-choir," suggested Talbot, "or, better than that, buy a church, and turn the crank. ' ' "Yes, but they are not quite large enough. I tell you SEVENOAKS. 319 what it is, Toll, I believe I'm pining for a theological semi- nary. Ah, my heart ! my heart ! If I could only tell you, Toll, how it yearns over the American people ! Can't you see, my boy, that the hope of the nation is in educated and de- voted young men? Don't you see that we are going to the devil with our thirst for filthy lucre? Don't you understand how noble a thing it would be for one of fortune's favorites to found an institution with his wealth, that would bear down its blessings to unborn millions? What if that institution should also bear his name ? What if that name should be for- ever associated with that which is most hallowed in our na- tional history? Wouldn't it pay? Eh, Toll? " Mr. Talbot laughed. " General, your imagination will be the death of you, but there is really nothing impracticable in your plan. All these fellows want is your money. They will give you everything you want for it in the way of glory." " I believe you ; and wouldn't it be fun for the General? I vow I must indulge. I'm getting tired of horsed; and these confounded suppers don't agree with me. It's a theological seminary or nothing. The tides of my destiny, Toll you uaderstand the tides of my destiny tend in that direction, and I resign my bark to their sway. I'm going to be a founder, and I feel better already." It was well that he did, for at this moment a dispatch was handed in which gave him a shock, and compelled him to ask Talbot to retire while he dressed. "Don't go away, Toll," he said ; " I want to see you again." The dispatch that roused the General from his dream of beneficence was from his agent at Sevenoaks, and read thus : "Jim Fenton's wedding occurred this morning. He was ac- companied by a man whom several old citizens firmly believe to be Paul Benedict, though he passed under another name. Balfour and Benedict's boy were here, and all are gone up to Number Nine. W T ill write particulars." The theological seminary passed at once into the realm of 3 2o SEVEN OAKS. dimly remembered dreams, to be recalled or forgotten as cir- cumstances should determine. At present, there was some- thing else to occupy the General's mind. Before he had completed his toilet, he called for Talbot. "Toll," said he, " if you were in need of legal advice of the best kind, and wanted to be put through a thing straight, whether it were right or not, to whom would you apply ? Now mind, I don't want any milksops." " I know two or three lawyers here who have been through a theological seminary," Talbot responded, with a knowing smile. " Oh, get out ! There's no joke about this. I mean business now." " Well, I took pains to show you your man, at my house, once. Don't you remember him? " "Cavendish?" "Yes." "I don't like him." " Nor do I. . He'll bleed you ; but he's your man." "All right ; I want to see him." " Get into my coupe, and I'll take you to his office." Mr. Belcher went to the drawer that contained his forged document. Then he went back to Talbot, and said : " Would Cavendish come here? " " Not he ! If you want to see him, you must go where he is. He wouldn't walk into your door to accommodate you if he knew it." Mr. Belcher was afraid of Cavendish, as far as he could be afraid of any man. The lawyer had bluffed everybody at the dinner-party, and, in his way, scoffed at everybody. He had felt in the lawyer's presence the contact of a nature which possessed more self-assertion and self-assurance than his own. He had felt that Cavendish could read him, could handle him, could see through his schemes. He shrank from exposing himself, even to the scrutiny of- this sharp man, whom he could hire for any service. But he went again to the drawer, SEVENOAKS, 321 and, with an excited and trembling hand, drew forth the ac- cursed document. With this he took the autographs on which his forgeries were based. Then he sat down by himself, and thought the matter all over, while Talbot waited in another room. It was only by a desperate determination that he started at last, called Talbot down stairs, put on his hat, and went out. It seemed to the proprietor, as he emerged from his. house, that there was something weird in the morning light. He looked up, and saw that the sky was clear. He looked down, and the street was veiled in a strange shadow. The boys looked at him as if they were half startled. Inquisitive faces peered at him from a passing omnibus. A beggar laughed as he held out his greasy hat. Passengers paused to observe him. All this attention, which he once courted and accepted as flattery and fame, was disagreeable to him. "Good God ! Toll, what has happened since last night?" he said, as he sank back upon the satin cushions of the coupe. " General, I don't think you're quite well. Don't die now. We can't spare you yet." " Die ? Do I look like it ?" exclaimed Mr. Belcher, slap- ping his broad chest. " Don't talk to me about dying. I have n't thought about that yet." " I beg your pardon. You know I didn't mean to distress you." Then the conversation dropped, and the carriage wheeled on. The roll of vehicles, the shouting of drivers, the pano- ramic scenes, the flags swaying in the morning sky, the busy throngs that went up and down Broadway, were but the sights and sounds of a dimly apprehended dream. He was journey- ing toward guilt. What would be its end ? Would he not be detected in it at the first step ? How could he sit before the hawk-eyed man whom he was about to meet without in some way betraying his secret ? When the coupe stopped, Talbot roused his companion With difficulty. 14* 322 SEVENOAKS. " This can't be the place, Toll. We haven't come half a mile." " On the contrary, we have come three miles." " It can't be possible, Toll. I must look at your horse. I'd no idea you had such an animal." Then Mr. Belcher got out, and looked the horse over. He was a connoisseur, and he stood five minutes on the curb- stone, .expatiating upon those points of the animal that pleased him. " I believe you came to see Mr. Cavendish," suggested Talbot with a laugh. "Yes, I suppose I must go up. I hate lawyers, any way." They climbed the stairway. They knocked at Mr. Caven- dish's door. A boy opened it, and took in their cards. Mr. Cavendish was busy, but would see them in fifteen minutes. Mr. Belcher sat down in the ante-room, took a newspaper from his pocket, and began to read. Then he took a pen and scribbled, writing his own name with three other names, across which he nervously drew his pen. Then he drew forth his knife, and tremblingly dressed his finger-nails. Having completed this task, he took out a large pocket-book, with- drew a blank check, filled and signed it, and put it back. Realizing, at last, that Talbot was waiting to go in with him, he said : "By the way, Toll, this business of mine is private." " Oh, I understand," said Talbot ; "I'm only going in to make sure that Cavendish remembers you." What Talbot really wished to make sure of was, that Cavendish should know that he had brought him his client. At last they heard a little bell which summoned the boy, who soon returned to say that Mr. Cavendish would see them. Mr. Belcher looked around for a mirror, but discovering none, said : " Toll, look at me ! Am I all right? Do you see any- thing out of the way?" Talbot having looked him over, and reported favorably, SEVENOAKS. - 323 they followed the boy into the penetralia of the great office, and into the presence of the great man. Mr. Cavendish did not rise, but leaned back in his huge, carved chair, and rubbed his hands, pale in their morning whiteness, and said, coldly : "Good morning, gentlemen; sit down." Mr. Talbot declined. He had simply brought to him his friend, General Belcher, who, he believed, had a matter of business to propose. Then, telling Mr. Belcher that he should leave the coupe at his service, he retired. Mr. Belcher felt that he was already in court. Mr. Caven- dish sat behind his desk in a judicial attitude, with his new client fronting him. The latter fell, or tried to force himself, into a jocular mood and bearing, according to his custom on serious occasions. " I am likely to have a little scrimmage," said he, " and I shall want your help, Mr. Cavendish." Saying this, he drew forth a check for a thousand dollars, which he had drawn in the ante-room, and passed it over to the lawyer. Mr. Cavendish took it up listlessly, held it by its two ends, read its face, examined its back, and tossed it into a drawer, as if it were a suspicious sixpence. "It's a thousand dollars," said Mr. Belcher, surprised that the sum had apparently made no impression. " I see a retainer thanks !" All the time the hawk-eyes were looking into Mr. Belcher. All the time the scalp was moving backward and forward, as if he had just procured a new one, that might be filled up before night, but for the moment was a trifle large. All the time there was a subtle scorn upon the lips, the flavor of which the finely curved nose apprehended with approval. "What's the case, General ?" The General drew from his pocket his forged assignment, and passed it into the hand of Mr. Cavendish. " Is that a legally constructed document?" he inquired. Mr. Cavendish read it carefully, every word. He looked at the signatures. He looked at the blank page on the back. 324 SEVENOAKS. He looked at the tape with which it was bound. He fingered the knot with which it was tied. He folded it carefully, and handed it back. 'Yes absolutely perfect," he said. "Of course I know nothing about the signatures. Is the assignor living?" " That is precisely what I don't know," replied Mr. Bel- cher. " I supposed him to be dead for years. I have now reason to suspect that he is living." " Have you been using these patents ? "Yes, and I've made piles of money on them." "Is your right contested?" " No ; but I have reason to believe that it will be." " What reason?" inquired Mr. Cavendish, sharply. Mr. Belcher was puzzled. " Well, the man has been insane, and has forgotten, very likely, what he did before his insanity. I have reason to believe that such is the case, and that he intends to contest my right to the inventions which this paper conveys to me." " What reason, now?" Mr. Belcher's broad expanse of face crimsoned into a blush, and he simply answered : "I know the man." " Who is his lawyer ?" "Balfour." Mr. Cavendish gave a little start. " Let me see that paper again," said he. After looking it through again, he said, dryly : " I know Balfour. He is a shrewd man, and a good law- yer : and unless he has a case, or thinks he has one, he will not fight this document. What deviltry there is in it, I don't know, and I don't want you to tell me. I can tell you that you have a hard man to fight. Where are these wit- nesses?" " Two of them are dead. One of them is living, and is now in the city." " What can he swear to ?" SEVENOAKS. 325 " He can swear ft) his own signature, and to all the rest. He can relate and swear to all the circumstances attending the execution of the paper." "And you know that these rights were never previously conveyed." " Yes, I know they never were." " Then, mark you, General, Balfour has no case at all provided this isn't a dirty paper. If it is a dirty paper, and you want me to serve you, keep your tongue to yourself. You've recorded it, of course." "Recorded it?" inquired Mr. Belcher in an alarm which he did not attempt to disguise. " You don't mean to tell me that this paper has been in existence more than six years, and has not been re- corded?" " I didn't know it was necessary." Mr. Cavendish tossed the paper back to the owner of it with a sniff of contempt. " It isn't worth that !" said he, snapping his fingers. Then he drew out the check from his drawer, and handed it back to Mr. Belcher. " There's no case, and I don't want your money," said he. "But there is a case !" said Mr. Belcher, fiercely, scared out of his fear. " Do you suppose I am going to be cheated out of my rights without a fight? I'm no chicken, and I'll spend half a million before I'll give up my rights." Mr. Cavendish laughed. " Well, go to Washington," said he, " and if you don't find that Balfour or somebody else has been there before you, I shall be mistaken. Balfour isn't very much of a chicken, and he knows enough to know that the first assignment recorded there holds. Why has he not been down upon you before this ? Simply because he saw that you were making money for his client, and he preferred to take it all out of you in a sin- gle slice. I know Balfour, and he carries a long head. Chicken !" 326 SEVENOAKS. Mr. Belcher was in distress. The whole game was as obvi- ous and real to him as if he had assured himself of its truth. He staggered to his feet. He felt the hand of ruin upon him. He believed that while he had been perfecting his crime he had been quietly overreached. He lost his self-command, and gave himself up to profanity and bluster, at which Mr. Caven- dish laughed. "There's n use in that sort of thing, General," said he. " Go to Washington. Ascertain for yourself about it, and if you find it as I predict, make the best of it. You can make a compromise of some sort. Do the best you can." There was one thing that Mr. Cavendish had noticed. Mr. Belcher had made no response to him when he told him that if the paper was .a dirty one he did not wish to know it. He had made up his mind that there was mischief in it, somewhere. Either the consideration had never been paid, or the signatures were fraudulent, or perhaps the paper had been executed when the assignor was demonstrably of un- sound mind. Somewhere, he was perfectly sure, there was fraud. "General," said he, "I have my doubts about this paper. I'm not going to tell you why. I understand that there is one witness living who will swear to all these signatures." "There is." "Is he a credible witness? Has he ever committed a crime? Can anything wrong be proved against him?" "The witness," responded Mr. Belcher, "is my man Phipps ; and a more faithful fellow never lived. I've known him for years, and he was never in an ugly scrape in his life. ' ' " Well, if you find that no one is before you on the records, come back; and when you come you may as well multiply that check by ten. When I undertake a thing of this kind, I like to provide myself against all contingencies." Mr. Belcher groaned, and tore up the little check that seemed so large when he drew it, and had shrunk to such con- temptible dimensions in the hands of the lawyer. SEVENOAKS. 327 "You lawyers put the lancet in pretty deep." " Our clients never do !" said Mr. Cavendish through his sneering lips. Then the boy knocked, and came in. There was another gentleman who wished to see the lawyer. " I shall go to Washington to-day, and see you on my re- turn," said Mr. Belcher. Then, bidding the lawyer a good-morning, he went out, ran down the stairs, jumped into Mr. Talbot's waiting coupe, and ordered himself driven home. Arriving there, he hurriedly packed a satchel, and, announcing to Mrs. Belcher that he had been unexpectedly called to Washington, went out, and made the quickest passage possible to Jersey City. As he had Government contracts on hand, his wife asked no ques- tions, and gave the matter no thought. The moment Mr. Belcher found himself on the train, and in motion, he became feverishly excited. He cursed himself that he had not attended to this matter before. He had won- dered why Balfour was so quiet. With Benedict alive and in communication, or with Benedict dead, and his heir,in charge, why had he made no claim upon rights which were the basis of his own fortune ? There could be but one answer to these questions, and Cavendish had given it ! He talked to himself, and attracted the attention of those around him. He walked the platforms at all the stations where the train stopped. He asked the conductor a dozen times at what hour the train would arrive in Washington, apparently forgetting that he had already received his informa- tion. He did not reach his destination until evening, and then, of course, all the public offices were closed. He met men whom he knew, but he would not be tempted by them into a debauch. He went to bed early, and, after a weary night of sleeplessness, found himself at the Patent Office be- fore a clerk was in his place. When the offices were opened, he sought his man, and re- vealed his business. He prepared a list of the patents Ir) 328 SEVENOAKS. which he was interested, and secured a search of the records of assignment. It was a long time since the patents had been issued, and the inquisition was a tedious one ; but it resulted, to his unspeakable relief, in the official statement that no one of them had ever been assigned. Then he brought out his paper, and, with a blushing declaration that he had not known the necessity of its record until the previous day, saw the as- signment placed upon the books. Then he was suddenly at ease. Then he could look about him. A great burden was rolled from his shoulders, and he knew that he ought to be jolly ; but somehow his spirits did not rise. As he emerged from the Patent Office, there was the same weird light in the sky that he had noticed the day before, on leaving his house with Talbot. The great dome of the Capitol swelled in the air like a bubble, which seemed as if it would burst. The broad, hot streets glimmered as if a volcano were breeding under them. Everything looked un- substantial. He found himself watching for Balfour, and expecting to meet him at every corner. He was in a new world, and had not become wonted to it the world of con- scious crime the world of outlawry. It had a sun of its own, fears of its own, figures and aspects of its own. There was a new man growing up within him, whom he wished to- hide. To this man's needs his face had not yet become hardened, his words had not yet been trained beyond the danger of betrayal, his eyes had not adjusted their pupils for vision and self-suppression. He took the night train home, breakfasted at the Astor, and was the first man to greet Mr. Cavendish when that gentleman entered his chambers. Mr. Cavendish sat listlessly, and heard his story. The lawyer's hands were as pale, his scalp as un- easy, and his lips as redolent of scorn as they were two days before, while his nose bent to sniff the scorn with more evi- dent approval than then. He apprehended more thoroughly the character of the man before him, t saw more clearly the nature of his business, and wondered with contemp- SEVEN OAKS. 329 tsous incredulity that Balfour had not been sharper and quicker. After Mr. Belcher had stated the facts touching the Wash- ington records, Mr. Cavendish said : "Well, General, as far as appearances go, you have the lead. Nothing but the overthrow of your assignment can damage you, and, as I told you the day before yesterday, if the paper is dirty, don't tell me of it that is, if you want me to do anything for you. Go about your business, say nothing to anybody, and if you are prosecuted, come to me." Still Mr. Belcher made no response to the lawyer's sugges- tion touching the fraudulent nature of the paper ; and the lat- ter was thoroughly confirmed in his original impression that there was something wrong about it. Then Mr. Belcher went out upon Wall street, among his brokers, visited the Exchange, visited the Gold Room, jested with his friends, concocted schemes, called upon Talbot, wrote letters, and filled up his day. Going home to dinner, he found a letter from his agent at Sevenoaks, giving in detail his reasons for supposing not only that Benedict had been in the village, but that, from the time of his disappearance from the Sevenoaks poor-house, he had been living at Number Nine with Jim Fenton. Balfour had undoubtedly found him there, as he was in the habit of visiting the wo'ods. Mike Conlin must also have found him there, and worst of all, Sam Yates must have discovered him. The instruments that he had employed, at a considerable cost, to ascertain whether Benedict were alive or dead had proved false to him. The discovery that Sam Yates was a traitor made him tremble. It was from him that he had procured the autographs on which two of his forgeries were based. He sat down immediately, and wrote a friendly letter to Yates, putting some business into his hands, and promising more. " Then he wrote to his agent, telling him of his interest in Yates, and of his faithful service, and directing him to take the reformed man under 330 SEVEN OAKS. his wing, and, as far as possible, to attach him to the interests of the concern. Two days afterward, he looked out of his window and saw Mr. Balfour descending the steps of his house with a traveling satchel in his hand. Calling Phipps, he directed him to jump into the first cab, or carriage, pay double price, and make his tfay to the ferry that led to the Washington cars, see if Bal- four crossed at that point, and learn, if possible, his destina- tion. Phipps returned in an hour and a half with the infor- mation that the lawyer had bought a ticket for Washington. Then Mr. Belcher knew that trouble was brewing, and "braced himself to meet it. In less than forty-eight hours, Balfour would know, either that he had been deceived by Benedict, or that a forgery had been committed. Balfour was cautious, and would take time to settle this question in his own mind. CHAPTER XXIV. WHEREIN THE GENERAL LEAPS THE BOUNDS OF LAW, FINDS HIM- SELF IN A NEW WORLD, AND BECOMES THE VICTIM OF HIS FRIENDS WITHOUT KNOWING IT. FOR several weeks the General had been leading a huge and unscrupulous combination for "bearing " International Mail. The stock had ruled high for a long time higher than was deemed legitimate by those familiar with its affairs and the combination began by selling large blocks of the stock for future delivery, at a point or two below the market. Then stories about the corporation began to be circulated upon the street, of the most damaging character stories of fraud, peculation, and rapidly diminishing- business stories of maturing combinations against the company stories of the imminent retirement of men deemed essential to the manage- ment. The air was full of rumors. One died only to make place for another, and men were forced to believe that where there was so much smoke there must be some fire. Still the combination boldly sold. The stock broke, and went down, down, down, day after day, and still there were strong takers for all that offered. The operation had worked like a charm to the point where it was deemed prudent to begin to re-pur- chase, when there occurred one of those mysterious changes in the market which none could have foreseen. It was be- lieved that the market had been oversold, and the holders held. The combination was short, and up went the stock by the run. The most frantic efforts were made to cover, but without avail, and as the contracts matured, house after house went down with a crash that startled the country. Mr. Bel- 33' 332 SEVEN OAKS. cher, the heaviest man of them all, turned the cold shoulder to his confreres in the stupendous mischief, and went home to his dinner one day, conscious that half a million dollars had slipped through his fingers. He ate but little, walked his rooms for an hour like a caged tiger, muttered and swore to himself, and finally went off to his club. There seemed to be no way in which he could drown his anger, disappointment, and sense of loss, except by a debauch, and he was brought home by his faithful Phipps at the stage of confidential silli- ness. "When his brokers appeared at ten the next morning, he drove them from the house, and then, with such wits as he could muster, in a head still tortured by his night's excesses, thought over his situation. A heavy slice of his ready money had been practically swept out of existence. If he was not crippled, his wings were clipped. His prestige was departed. He knew that men would thereafter be wary of following him, or trusting to his sagacity. Beyond the power of his money, and his power to make money, he knew that he had no con- sideration on 'Change that there were five hundred men who would laugh to see the General go down who had less feel- ing for him, personally, than they entertained toward an or- dinary dog. He knew this because so far, at least, he under- stood himself. To redeem his position was now the grand desideratum. He would do it or die ! There was one direction in which the General had permitted himself to be shortened in, or, rather, one in which he had voluntarily crippled himself for a consideration. He had felt himself obliged to hold large quantities of the stock of the Crooked Valley Railroad, in order to maintain his seat at the head of its management. He had parted with comparatively little of it since his first huge purchase secured the place he sought, and though the price he gave was small, the quantity raised the aggregate to a large figure. All this was unproduc- tive. It simply secured his place and his influence. No sooner had he thoroughly realized the great loss he SEVENOAKS. 333 had met with, in connection with his Wall street conspiracy, than he began to revolve in his mind a scheme which he had held in reserve from the first moment of his control of the Crooked Valley Road. He had nourished in every possible way the good-will of those who lived along the line. Not only this, but he had endeavored to show his power to do anything he pleased with the stock. The people believed that he only needed to raise a finger to carry up the price of the stock in the market, and that the same potent finger could carry it down at will. He had already wrought wonders. He had raised a dead road to life. He had invigorated business in every town through which it passed. He was a king, whose word was law and whose will was destiny. The rumors of his reverses in Wall street did not reach them, and all believed that, in one way or another, their fortunes were united with his. The scheme to which he reverted in the first bitter moments of his loss could have originated in no brain less unscrupulous than his own. He would repeat the game that had been so successful at Sevenoaks. To do this, he only needed to call into action his tools on the street and in the management. In the midst of his schemes, the bell rang at the door, and Talbot was announced. Mr. Belcher was always glad to see him, for he had no association with his speculations. Talbot had uniformly been friendly and ready to serve him. In truth, Talbot was almost his only friend. "Toll, have you heard the news?" "About the International Mail?" "Yes." " I've heard something of it, and I've come around this morning to get the facts. I shall be bored about them all day by your good friends, you know." "Well, Toll, I've had a sweat." " You're not crippled ?" " No, but I've lost every dollar I have made since I've been in the city. Jones has gone under ; Pell has gone under. 334 SEVENOAKS. Cramp & Co. will have to make a statement, and get a little time, but they will swim. The General is the only man of the lot who isn't shaken. But, Toll, it's devilish hard. It scares me. A few more such slices would spoil my cheese. ' ' "Well, now, General, why do you go into these things at all ? You are making money fast enough in a regular bu- siness." " Ah, but it's tame, tame, tame ! I must have excitement. Theatres are played out, horses are played out, and suppers raise the devil with me." " Then take it easy. Don't risk so much. You used to do this sort of thing well used to do it right every time. You got up a good deal of reputation for foresight and skill." " I know, and every man ruined in the International Mail will curse me. I led them into it. I shall have a sweet time in Wall street when I go there again. But it's like brandy ; a man wants a larger dose every time, and I shall clean them out yet." Talbot's policy was to make the General last. He wanted to advise him for his good, because his principal's permanent prosperity was the basis of his own. He saw that he was getting beyond control, and, under an exterior of compliance and complaisance, he was genuinely alarmed. "Toll," said Mr. Belcher, "you are a good fellow." "Thank you, General," said the factor, a smile spreading around his shining teeth. " My wife will be glad to know it." " By the way speaking of your wife have you seen any- thing of Mrs. Dillingham lately?" " Nothing. She is commonly supposed to be absorbed by the General." " Common Supposition is a greater fool than I wish it were." " That won't do, General. There never was a more evident case of killing at first sight than that." " Well, Toll, I believe the woman is fond of me, but she has a queer way of showing it. I think she has changed. It SEVENOAKS. 335 seems so to me, but she's a devilish fine creature. Ah, my heart ! my heart! Toll." " You were complaining of it the other day. It was a theological seminary then. Perhaps that is the name you know her by." "Not much theological seminary about her!" with a laugh. "Well, there's one thing that you can comfort yourself with, General; she sees no man but you." "Is that so?" inquired Mr. Belcher, eagerly. " That is what everybody says." Mr. Belcher rolled this statement as a sweet morsel under his tongue. She must be hiding her passion from him under an impression of its hopelessness ! Poor woman ! He would see her at the first opportunity. "Toll," said Mr. Belcher, after a moment of delicious re- flection, "you're a good fellow." " I think I've heard that remark before." " Yes, you're a good fellow, and I'd like to do something for you. ' ' " You've done a great deal for me already, General." " Yes, and I'm going to do something more." " Will you put it in my hand or my hat?" inquired Tal- bot, jocularly. "Toll, how much Crooked Valley stock have you?" " A thousand shares." " What did you buy it for?" " To help you." " What have you kept it for?" " To help keep the General at the head of the manage- ment." " Turn about is fair play, isn't it ?" " That's the adage," responded Talbot. "Well, I'm going to put that stock up; do you under- stand?" "How will you do it?" 336 SEVENOAKS. "By saying I'll do it. I want it whispered along the line that the General is going to put that stock up within a week. They're all greedy. They are all just like the rest of us. They know it isn't worth a continental copper, but they want a hand in the General's speculations, and the General wants it understood that he would like to have them share in his profits." " I think I understand," said Talbot. " Toll, I've got another vision. Hold on now ! I behold a man in the General's Confidence -a reliable, business man who whispers to his friend that he heard the General say that he had all his plans laid for putting up the Crooked Valley stock within a week. This friend whispers it to another friend. No names are mentioned. It goes from friend to friend. It is whispered through every town along the line. Everybody gets crazy over it, and everybody quietly sends in an order for stock. In the meantime the General and his factor, yielding to the pressure-melted -before the public demand gently and tenderly unload ! The vision Still unrolls. Months later I behold the General buying back the stock at his own price, and with it maintaining his place in the management. Have you followed me?" "Yes, General, I've seen it all. I comprehend it, and I shall unload with all the gentleness and tenderness possible." Then the whimsical scoundrel and his willing lieutenant laughed a long, heartless laugh. "Toll, I feel better, and I believe I'll get up," said the General-. " Let this vision sink deep into your soul. Then give it wings, and speed it on its mission. Remember that this is a vale of tears, and don't set your affections on things below. By-by!" Talbot went down stairs, drawing on his gloves, and laugh- ing. Then he went out into the warm light, buttoned up his coat instinctively, as if to hide the plot he carried, jumped into his coupe, and went to his business. Mr. Belcher dressed himself with more than his usual care, SEVENOAKS. 337 went to Mrs. Belcher's room and inquired about his children, then went to his library, and drew forth from a secret drawer a little book. He looked it over for a few minutes, then placed it in his pocket, and went out. The allusion that had been made to Mrs. Dillingham, and the assurance that he was popularly understood to be her lover, and the only man who was regarded by her with favor, intoxicated him, and his old passion came back upon him. It was a strange manifestation of his brutal nature that at this moment of his trouble, and this epoch of his cruelty and crime, he longed for the comfort of a woman's sympathy. He was too much absorbed by his affairs to be moved by that which was basest in his regard for his beautiful idol. If he could feel her hand upon his forehead ; if she could tell him that she was sorry for him ; if he could know that she loved him ; ay, if he could be assured that this woman, whom he had believed to be capable of guilt, had prayed for him, it would have been balm to his heart. He was sore with strug- gle, and guilt, and defeat. He longed for love and tender- ness. As if he were a great bloody dog, just coming from the fight of an hour, in which he had been worsted, and seeking for a tender hand to pat his head, and call him " poor, good old fellow," the General longed for a woman's loving recognition. He was in his old mood of self-pity. He wanted to be petted, smoothed, commiserated, reassured ; and there was only one woman in all the world from whom such ministry would be grateful. He knew that Mrs. Dillingham had heard of his loss, for she heard of and read everything. He wanted her to know that it had not shaken him. He would not for the world have her suppose that he was growing poor. Still to appear to her as a person of wealth and power ; still to hold her con- fidence as a man of multiplied resources, was, perhaps, the deepest ambition that moved him. He had found that he could not use her in the management of his affairs. Though from the first, up to the period of her acquaintance with 15 333 SEVENOAKS. Harry Benedict, she had led him on to love her by every charm she possessed, and every art she knew, she had always refused to be debased by him in any way. When he went out of his house, at the close of his inter- views with Talbot and Mrs. Belcher, it was without a defi- nitely formed purpose to visit the charming widow. He simply knew that his heart was hungry. The sun-flower is gross, but it knows the sun as well as the morning-glory, and turns to it as naturally. It was with like unreasoning instinct that he took the little book from its drawer, put on his hat, went down his steps, and entered the street that led him toward Mrs. Dillingham's house. He could not keep away from her. He would not if he could, and so, in ten minutes, he was seated with her, vis a vis. "You have been unfortunate, Mr. Belcher," she said, sym- pathetically. " I am very sorry for you. It is not so bad as I heard, I am sure. You are looking very well." " Oh ! it is one of those things that may happen any day, to any man, operating as I do," responded Mr. Belcher, with a careless laugh. " The General never gets in too deep. He is just as rich to-day as he was when he entered the city." " I'm so glad to hear it gladder than I can express," said Mrs. Dillingham, with heartiness. Her effusiveness of good feeling and her evident relief from anxiety, were honey to him. "Don't trouble yourself about me," said he, musingly. "The General knows what he's about, every time. He has the advantage of the rest of them, in his regular business." "I can't understand how it is," responded Mrs. Dilling- ham, with fine perplexity. " You men are so different from us. I should think you would be crazy with your losses." Now, Mr. Belcher wished to impress Mrs. Dillingham per- manently with a sense of his wisdom, and to inspire in her an inextinguishable faith in his sagacity and prudence. He wanted her to believe in his power to retain all the wealth he SEVEN OAKS. 339 had won. He would take her into his confidence. He had never done this with relation to his business, and under that treatment she had drifted away from him. Now that he found how thoroughly friendly she was, he would try another method, and bind her to him. The lady read him as plainly as if he had been a book, and said : " Oh, General ! I have ascertained something that may be of use to you. Mr. Benedict is living. I had a letter from his boy this morning dear little fellow and he tells me how well his father is, and how pleasant it is to be with him again." Mr. Belcher frowned. " Do you know I can't quite stomach your whim about that boy ? What under heaven do you care for him ?" " Oh, you mustn't touch that whim, General," said Mrs. Dillingham, laughing. "I am a woman, and I have a right to it. He amuses me, and a great deal more than that. I wouldn't tell you a word about him, or what he writes to me, if I thought it would do him any harm. He's my pet. What in the world have I to do but to pet him ? How shall I fill my time? I'm tired of society, and disgusted with men at least, with my old acquaintances and I'm fond of children. They do me good. Oh, you mustn't touch my whim !' "There is no accounting for tastes!" Mr. Belcher re- sponded, with a laugh that had a spice of scorn and vexation in it. "Now, General, what do you care for that boy? If you are a friend to me, you ought to be glad that he interests me." "I don't like the man who has him in charge. I believe Balfour is a villain." " I'm sure I don't know," said the lady. ' He never has the courtesy to darken my door. I once saw something of him. He is like all the rest, I suppose ; he is tired of me." Mrs. Dillingham had played her part perfectly, and the man before her was a blind believer in her loyalty to him. 340 SEVENOAKS. "Let the boy go, and Balfour too," said the General. "They are not pleasant topics to me, and vour whim will wear out. When is the boy coming back?" "He is to be away all summer, I believe." "Good!" Mrs. Dillingham laughed. . "Why, I am glad of it, if you are," she said. Mr. Belcher drew a little book from his pocket. "What have you there?" the lady inquired. "Women have great curiosity," said Mr. Belcher, slapping his knee with the little volume. " And men delight to excite it," she responded. " The General is a business man, and you want to know how he does it," said he. "I do, upon my word," responded the lady. " Very well, the General has two kinds of business, and he never mixes one with the other." " I don't understand." " Well, you know he's a manufacturer got his start in that way. So he keeps that business by itself, and when he ope- rates in Wall street, he operates outside of it. He never risks a dollar that he makes in his regular business in any outside operation." "And you have it all in the little book?" "Would you like to see it?" "Yes." " Very well, you shall, when I've told you all about it. I suppose that it must have been ten years ago that a man came to Sevenoaks who was full of all sorts of inventions. I tried some of them, and they worked well ; so. I went on furnishing' money to him, and, at last, I furnished so much that he passed all his rights into my hands sold everything to me. He got into trouble, and lost his head went into an insane hospital, where I supported him for more than two years. Then he was sent back as incurable, and, of course, had to go to the poor house. I couldn't support him always, you know. I'd SEVENOAKS. 341 paid him fairly, run all the risk, and felt that my hands were clean." "He had sold everything to you, hadn't he?" inquired Mrs. Dillingham, sympathetically. ' ' Certainly, I have the contract, legally drawn, signed, and delivered." " People couldn't blame you, of course." "But they did." " How could they, if you paid him all that belonged to him?" " That's Sevenoaks. That's the thing that drove me away. Benedict escaped, and they all supposed he was dead, and fancied that because I had made money out of him, I was re- sponsible for him in some way. But I punished them. They'll remember me." And Mr. Belcher laughed a brutal laugh that rasped Mrs. Dillihgham's sensibilities almost beyond endurance. "And, now," said the General, resuming, "this man Bal- four means to get these patents that I've owned and used for from seven to ten years out of me. Perhaps he will do it, but it will be after the biggest fight that New York ever saw." Mrs. Dillingham eyed the little book. She was very curi- ous about it. She was delightfully puzzled to know how these men who had the power of making money managed their affairs. Account-books were such conundrums to her ! 'She took a little hassock, placed it by Mr. Belcher's chair, and sat down, leaning by the weight of a feather against him. It was the first approach of the kind she had ever made, and the General appreciated it. "Now you shall show me all about it," she said. The General opened the book. It contained the results, in the briefest space, of his profits from the Benedict inven- tions. It showed just how and where all those profits had been invested and re-invested. Her admiration of the Gen- eral's business habits and methods was unbounded. She 342 SEVEN OAKS. asked a thousand silly questions, with one, occasionally, whiJi touched an important point. She thanked him for the confidence he reposed in her. She was delighted to know his system, which seemed to her to guard him from the ac- cidents so common to those engaged in great enterprises; and Mr. Belcher drank in her flatteries with supreme satisfaction. They comforted him. They were balm to his disappoint- ments. They soothed his wounded vanity. They assured him of perfect trust where he most tenderly wanted it. In the midst of these delightful confidences, they were in- terrupted. A servant appeared who told Mr. Belcher that there was a messenger at the door who wished to see him on urgent business. Mrs. Dillingham took the little book to hold while he went to the door. After a few minutes, he returned. It seemed that Phipps, who knew his master's habits, had directed the messenger to inquire for him at Mrs. Dillingham's house, and that his brokers were in trouble and desired his immediate presence in Wall street. The General was very much vexed with the interruption, but declared that he should be obliged to follow the messenger. "Leave the little book until you comeback," insisted Mrs. Dillingham, sweetly. " It will amuse me all day." She held it to her breast with both hands, as if it were the sweetest treasure that had ever rested there. " Will you take care of it?" "Yos." He seized her unresisting hand and kissed it. " Between this time and dinner I shall be back. Then I must have it again," he said. " Certainly." Then the General retired, went to his house and^found his carriage waiting, and, in less than an hour, was absorbed in raveling the snarled affairs connected with his recent disas- trous speculation. The good nature engendered by his de- lightful interview with Mrs. Dillingham lasted all day, and helped him like a cordial. SEVENOAKS. 343 The moment he was out of the house, and had placed him- self beyond the possibility of immediate return, the lady called her servant, and told him that she should be at home to nobody during the day. No one was to be admitted but Mr. Belcher, on any errand whatsoever. Then she went to her room, and looked the little book over at her leisure. There was no doubt about the business skill and method of the man who had made every entry. There was no doubt in her own mind that it was a private book, which no eye but that of its owner had ever seen, before it had been opened to her. She hesitated upon the point of honor as to what she would do with it. It would be treachery to copy it, but it would be treachery simply against a traitor. She did not under- stand its legal importance, yet she knew it contained the most valuable information. It showed, in unmistakable figures, the extent to which Benedict had been wronged. Perfectly sure that it was a record of the results of fraud against a helpless man and a boy in whom her heart was pro- foundly interested, her hesitation was brief. She locked her door, gathered her writing materials, and, by an hour's care- ful and rapid work, copied every word of it. After completing the copy, she went over it again and again, verifying every word and figure. When she had re- peated the process to her entire satisfaction, and even to weariness, she took her pen, and after writing : " This is a true copy of the records of a book this day lent to me by Robert Belcher," she affixed the date and signed her name. Then she carefully wrapped Mr. Belcher's book in a sheet of scented paper, wrote his name and the number and street of his residence upon it, and placed it in her pocket. The copy was consigned to a drawer and locked in, to be recalled and re-perused at pleasure. She understood the General's motives in placing these records and figures in her hands. The leading one, of course, related to his standing with her. He wanted her to know 344 SEVENOAKS. how rich he was, how prudent he was, how invincible he was. He wanted her to stand firm in her belief in him, whatever rumors might be afloat upon the street. Beyond this, though he had made no allusion to it, she knew that he wanted the use of her tongue among his friends and enemies alike. She was a talking woman, and it was easy for her, who had been so much at home in the General's family, to strengthen his reputation wherever she might touch the public. He wanted somebody to know what his real resources were r-somebody who could, from personal knowledge of his affairs, assert their soundness without revealing their details. He believed that Mrs. Dillingham would be so proud of the possession of his confidence, and so prudent in showing it, that his general business reputation, and his reputation for great wealth, would be materially strengthened by her. All this she understood, because she knew the nature of the man, and appreciated the estimate which he placed upon her. Nothing remained for her that day but the dreaded return of Mr. Belcher. She was now more than ever at a loss to know how she should manage him. She had resumed, during her interview with him, her old arts of fascination, and seen how easily she could make him the most troublesome of slaves. She had again permitted him to kiss her hand. She had asked a favor of him and he had granted it. She had committed a breach of trust ; and though she justified herself in it, she felt afraid and half ashamed to meet the man whom she had so thoroughly befooled. She was disgusted with the new intimacy with him which her own hand had invited, and heartily wished that the long game of duplicity were con- cluded. The General found more to engage his attention than he had anticipated, and after a few hours' absence from the fas- cinations of his idol, he began to feel uneasy about his book. It was the first time it had ever left his hands. He grew nervous about it at last, and was haunted by a vague sense of danger. As soon, therefore, as it became apparent to him SEVEN OAKS. 345 that a second call upon Mrs. Dillingham that day would be impracticable, he sent Phipps to her with a note apprising her of the fact, and asking her to deliver to him the little account-book he had left with her. It was with a profound sense of relief that she handed it to the messenger, and realized that, during that day and evening at least, she should be free, and so able to gather back her old composure and self-assurance. Mr. Belcher's note she placed with her copy of the book, as her authority for passing it into other hands than those of its owner. While these little things, which were destined to have large consequences, were in progress in the city, an incident oc- curred in the country, of no less importance in the grand out- come of events relating to Mr. Belcher and his victim. It will be remembered that after Mr. Belcher had been ap- prised by his agent at Sevenoaks that Mr. Benedict was un- doubtedly alive, and that he had lived, ever since his disap- pearance, at Number Nine, he wrote to Sam Yates, putting profitable business into his hands, and that he also directed his agent to attach him, by all possible means, to the proprie- tor's interests. His motive, of course, was to shut the lawyer's mouth concerning the autograph letters he had furnished. He knew that Yates would remember the hints of forgery which he had breathed into his ear during their first interviews in the city, and would not be slow to conclude that those au- tographs were procured for some foul purpose. He had been careful, from the first, not to break up the friendly relations that existed between them, and now that he saw that the law- yer had plnyed him false, he was more anxious than ever to conciliate him. . Yates attended faithfully to the business intrusted to him, and, on reporting results to Mr. Belcher's agent, according to his client's directions, was surprised to find him in a very friendly and confidential mood, and ready with a proposition for further service. There were tangled affairs in which he needed the lawyer's assistance, and, as he did not wish to have 346 SEVENOAKS. the papers pertaining to them leave his possession, he invited Yates to his house, where they could work together during the brief evenings, when he would be free from the cares of the mill. So, for two or three weeks, Sam Yates occupied Mr. Belch- er's library the very room in which that person was first in- troduced to the reader. There, under the shade of the old Seven Oaks, he worked during the day, and there, in the eve- ning, he held his consultations with the agent. One day, during his work, he mislaid a paper, and in his search for it, had occasion to examine the structure of the grand library table at which he wrote. The table had two sides, finished and furnished exactly alike, with duplicate sets of drawers opposite to each other. He pulled out one of these drawers completely, to ascertain whether his lost paper had not slipped through a crack and lodged beyond it. In reaching in, he moved, or thought he moved, the drawer that met him from the opposite side. On going to the opposite side, however, he found that he had not moved the drawer at all. He then pulled that out, and, endeavoring to look through the space thus vacated by both drawers, found that it was blocked by some obstacle that had been placed between them. Finding a cane in a corner of the room, he thrust it in, and pushed through to the opposite side a little secret drawer, un- furnished with a knob, but covered with a lid. He resumed his seat, and held the little box in his hand. Before he had time to think of what he was doing, or to ap- preciate the fact that he had no right to open a secret drawer, he had opened it. It contained but one article, and that was a letter directed to Paul Benedict. The letter was sealed, so that he was measurably relieved from the temptation to exam- ine its contents. Of one thing he felt sure: that if it con- tained anything prejudicial to the writer's interests and it was addressed in the handwriting of Robert Belcher it had been forgotten. It might be of great importance to the inventor. The probabilities were, that a letter which was deemed of suf- SEVENOAKS.. 347 ficient importance to secrete in so remarkable a manner was an important one. To Sam Yates, as to Mrs. Dillingham, with the little book in her hand, arose the question of honor at once. His heart was with Benedict. He was sure that Belcher had some foul purpose in patronizing himself, yet he \fent through a hard struggle before he could bring himself to the determination that Benedict and not Belcher should have the first handling of the letter. Although the latter had tried to degrade him, and was incapable of any good motive in extending patronage to him, he felt that he had unintentionally surrounded him with influences which had saved him from the most disgrace- ful ruin. He was at that very moment in his employ. He was eating every day the bread which his patronage provided. After all, was he not earning his bread? Was he under any obligation to Mr. Belcher which his honest and faithful labor did not discharge? Mr. Belcher had written and addressed the letter. He would deliver it, and Mr. Benedict should de- cide whether, under all the circumstances, the letter was rightfully his. He put it in his pocket, placed the little box back in its home, replaced the drawers which hid it, and went on with his work. Yates carried the letter around in his pocket for several days. He did not believe the agent knew either of the exist- ence of the letter or the drawer in which it was hidden. There, was, in all probability, no man but himself in the world who knew anything of the letter. If it was a paper of no import- ance to anybody, of course Mr. Belcher had forgotten it. If it was of great importance to Mr. Benedict, Mr. Belcher be- lieved that it had been destroyed. He had great curiosity concerning its contents, and deter- mined to deliver it into Mr. Benedict's hand ; so, at the con- clusion of his engagement with Mr. Belcher's agent, he an- nounced to his friends that he had accepted Jim Fenton's in- vitation to visit the new hotel at Number Nine, and enjoy a week of sport in the woods. 348 SEVEN OAKS. Before he returned, he became entirely familiar with the contents of the letter, and, if he brought it back with him on his return to Sevenoaks, it was for deposit in the post-office, directed to James Balfour in the handwriting of Paul Benedict. The contents of this note were of such importance in the establishment of justice that Yates, still doubtful of the propri- ety of his act, was able to justify it to his conscience. Under the circumstances, it belonged to the man to whom it was ad- dressed, and not to Mr. Belcher at all. His own act might be doubtful, but it was in the interest of fair dealing, and in opposition to the schemes of a consummate rascal, to whom he owed neither respect nor good-will. He would stand by it, and take the consequences of it. Were Mrs. Dillingham and Sam Yates justifiable in their treachery to Mr. Belcher ? A nice question this, in casuistry I Certainly they had done as they would have been done by, had he been in their circumstances and they in his. He, at least, who had tried to debauch both of them, could reasona- bly find no fault with them. Their act was the natural result of his own influence. It was fruit from seeds of his own sow- ing. Had he ever approached them with a single noble and unselfish motive, neither of them could have betrayed him. CHAPTER XXV. IN WHICH THE GENERAL GOES THROUGH A GREAT MANY TRIALS, AND MEETS AT LAST THE ONE HE HAS SO LONG ANTICIPATED. THE fact that the General had deposited the proceeds of his foreign sales of arms with a European banking house, osten- sibly subject to draft for the materials of his manufactures, has already been alluded to. This deposit had been augmented by subsequent sales, until it amounted to an imposing sum, which Mrs. Dillingham ascertained, from the little account- book, to be drawing a low rate of interest. With the pro- prietor, this heavy foreign deposit was partly a measure of personal safety, and partly a measure of projected iniquity. He had the instinct to provide against any possible contin- gencies of fortune or crime. Two or three days after his very agreeable call upon Mrs. Dillingham, he had so far mastered his difficulties connected with the International Mail that he could find time for another visit, to which he had looked forward with eager an- ticipation. "I was very much interested in your little book, Mr. Belcher," said the lady, boldly. "The General is one of the ablest of our native authors, eh?" responded that facetious person, with a jolly laugh. "Decidedly," said Mrs. Dillingham, "and so very terse and statistical." " Interesting book, wasn't it?" " Very ! And it was so kind of you, General, to let me see how you men manage such things !" " We men !" and the General shrugged his shoulders. 349 350 SEVENOAKS. " One man, then," said the lady, on seeing that he was disposed to claim a monopoly in the wisdom of business. " Do you remember one little item a modest little item concerning my foreign deposits? Eh?" " Little item, General ! What are you doing with so much money over there?" " Nothing, or next to nothing. That's my anchor to wind- ward."" "It will hold," responded the lady, "if weight is all that's needed." "I intend that it shall hold, and that it shall be larger be- fore it is smaller.". "I don't understand it;" and Mrs. Dillingham shook her pretty head. Mr. Belcher sat and thought. There was a curious flush upon his face, as he raised his eyes to hers, and looked in- tensely into them, in the endeavor to read the love that hid behind them. He was desperately in love with her. The passion, a thousand times repelled by her, and a thousand times diverted by the distractions of his large affairs, had been raised to new life by his last meeting with her ; and the determinations of his will grew strong, almost to fierceness. He did not know what to say, or how to approach the subject nearest to his heart. He had always frightened her so easily; she had been so quick to resent any approach to undue famili- arity ; she had so steadily ignored his insinuations, that he was disarmed. " What are you thinking about, General?" "You've never seen me in one of my trances, have you?" inquired Mr. Belcher, with trembling lips and a forced laugh. " No ! Do you have trances?" "Trances? Yes; and visions of the most stunning cha- racter. TaFbot has seen me in two or three of them." " Are they dangerous?" " Not at all. The General's visions are always of a celestial character, warranted not to injure the most delicate consti' SEVENOAKS. 351 tution ! I feel one of them coming on now. Don't disturb me." "Shall I fan you?" "Do, please !" The General closed his eyes. He had never before betrayed such excitement in her presence, and had never before ap- peared so dangerous. While she determined that this should be her last exposure to his approaches, she maintained her brave and unsuspecting demeanor, and playfully waved her fan toward him. "I behold," said the General, "a business man of great ability and great wealth, who discovers too late that his wife is unequally yoked with an unbeliever. Love & aides not in his home, and his heart is afloat on the fierce, rolling sea. He leaves his abode in the country, and seeks in the tumultuous life of the metropolis to drown his disappointments. He there discovers a beautiful woman, cast in Nature's finest mould, and finds himself, for the first time, matched. Gently this heavenly creature repels him, though her heart yearns toward him with unmistakable tenderness. She is a prudent woman. She has a position to maintain. She is alone. She is a friend to the wife of this unfortunate gentleman. She is hindered in many ways from giving rein to the impulses of her heart. This man of wealth deposits a magnificent sum in Europe. This lady goes -thither for health and amusement, and draws upon this sum at will. She travels from capital to capital, or hides herself in Alpine villages, but is found at last by him who has laid his wealth at her feet." The General revealed his vision with occasional glances through half-closed eyes at the face that hung bowed before him. It was a desperate, step, but he had determined to take it when he entered the house. Humiliated, tormented, angry, Mrs. Dillingham sat before him, covering from his sight as well as she could the passion that raged within her. She knew that she had invited the insult. She was conscious that her treatment of him, from the first, though she had endea- 352 SEVENOAKS. vored to change her relations with him without breaking his friendship, had nursed his base passion and his guilty purpose. She was undergoing a just punishment, and acknowledged to herself the fact. Once she would have delighted in torment- ing him. Once she would not have hesitated to drive him from her door. Once but she was changed. A little boy who had learned to regard her as a mother, was thinking of her in the distant woods. She had fastened to that childish life the hungry instincts of her motherly nature. She had turned away forever from all that could dishonor the lad, or hinder her from receiving his affection without an upbraiding conscience. Mr. Belcher's instincts were quick enough to see that his vision had not prospered in the mind to which he had revealed it ; and yet, there was a hesitation in the manner of the- woman before him which he could not explain to himself, if he admitted that his proposition had been wholly offensive. Mrs. Dillingham's only wish was to get him out of the house. If she could accomplish this without further humiliation, it was all she desired. " General," she said, at last, "You must have been drink- ing. I do not think you know what you have said to me." "On the contrary, I am perfectly sober," said he, rising and approaching her. " You must not come near me. Give me time ! give me time !" she exclaimed, rising and retreating. Mr. Belcher was startled by the alarmed and angry look in her eyes. "Time!" he said, fiercely; "Eternity, you mean. " " You pretend to care for me, and yet you disobey what you know to be my wish. Prove your friendship by leaving me. I wish to be alone." " Leave you, with not so much as the touch of your hand ?" he said. "Yes." The General turned on his heel, took up his hat, paused at SEVENOAKS:- 353 the door as if hesitating what to do ; then, without a word, he went down stairs and into the street, overwhelmed with self-pity. He had done so much, risked so much, and accom- plished so little ! That she was fond of him there was no question in his own mind ; but women were so different from men ! Yet the villain knew that if she had been easily won his "heart would have turned against her. The prize grew more precious, through the obstacles that came between him and its winning. The worst was over, at least ; she knew his project ; and it would all come right in time ! As soon as he was out of the house, Mrs. Dillingham burst into a fit of uncontrollable weeping. She had passed through the great humiliation of her life. The tree which she had planted and nursed through many years of unworthy aims had borne its natural fruit. She groaned under the crushing pun- ishment. She almost cursed herself. Her womanly instincts were quick to apprehend the fact that only by her own con- sent or invitation, could any man reach a point so near to any woman that he could coolly breathe in her ear a base pro- position. Yet, with all her self-loathing and self-condemna- tion, was mingled a hatred of the vile man who had insulted her, which would have half killed him had it been possible for him to know and realize it. After her first passion had passed away, the question con- cerning her future came up for settlement. She could not possibly remain near Mr. Belcher. SKe must not be exposed to further visits from him. The thought that in the little account-book which she had copied there was a record that covered a design for her own destruction, stung her to the quick. What should she do ? She would consult Mr. Bal- four. She knew that on that evening Mr. Belcher would not be at home, that after the excitements and disappointments of that day he would seek for solace in any place but that which held his wife and children. So, muffled in a slight disguise, and followed by her servant, she stole out of her house during the 354 SEVENOAKS. evening, and sought the house of the lawyer. To him she poured out her heart. To him she revealed all that had passed between her and the proprietor, and to him she com- mitted the care of the precious document of which she had possessed herself, and the little note that accompanied it. Mr. Balfour advised her to leave the city at once, and to go to some place where Mr. Belcher would not be able to find her. He knew of no place so fit for her in every respect as Number Nine, with his own family and those most dear to her. Her boy and his father were there; it was health's own home ; and she could remain away as long as it might be necessary. She would be wanted as a witness in a few months, at furthest, in a suit which he believed would leave her persecutor in a position where, forgetting others, he would be absorbed in the effort to take care of himself. Her determination was taken at once. Mr. Balfour ac- companied her home, and gave her all the necessary direc- tions for her journey; and that night she packed a single trunk in readiness for it. In the morning, leaving her house to the care of trusty servants, she rode to the station, while Mr. Belcher was lolling feverishly in his bed, and in an hour was flying northward toward the place that was to be her sum- mer home, and into a region that was destined to be associ- ated with her future life, through changes and revolutions of fdiit'h she did not dream. After her thirty-six hours of patient and fatiguing travel, the company at Jim Fenton's hotel, eager for letters from the city, stood on the bank of the river, waiting the arrival of the guide who had gone down for the mail, and such passengers as he might find in waiting. They saw, as he came in sight, a single lady in the stern of the little boat, deeply veiled, whose name they could not guess. When she debarked among them, and looked around upon the waiting and curious group, Harry was the first to detect her, and she smothered him with kisses. Mr. Benedict stood pale and trembling. Harry impulsively led her toward him, and in a moment they SEVENOAKS. 355 were wrapped in a tender embrace. None but Mrs. Balfour, of all who were present, understood the relation that existed .between the two, thus strangely reunited ; but it soon became known, and the little romance added a new charm to the life in the woods. It would be pleasant to dwell upon the happy days and the pleasant doings of the summer that followed the long twilights that Mr. Benedict and Mrs. Dillingham spent upon the water, their review of the events of the past, the humble confessions of the proud lady, the sports and diversions of the wilder- ness, and the delights of society brought by circumstances into the closest sympathy. It would be pleasant to remain with Jim and " the little woman," in their new enterprise and their new house-keeping ; but we must return to the city, to follow the fortunes of one who, if less interesting than those we leave behind, is more important in the present stage and ultimate resolution of our little drama. Soon after Mrs. Dillingham's departure from the city, Mr. Belcher missed her. Not content with the position in which he had left his affairs with her, he called at her house three days after her disappearance, and learned that the servants either did not know or would not tell whither she had gone. In his blind self-conceit, he could not suppose that she had run away from him. He could not conclude that she had gone to Europe, without a word of her purpose breathed to him. Still, even that was possible. She had hidden some- where, and he should hear from her. Had he frightened her > Had he been too precipitate ? Much as he endeavored to explain her sudden disappearance to his own advantage, he was left unsatisfied and uneasy. A few days passed away, and then he began to doubt. Thrown back upon himself, deprived of the solace of her society, and released from a certain degree of restraint that she had always exercised upon him, he indulged more freely in drink, and entered with more recklessness upon the excite- ments of speculation. 356 SEVENOAKS. The General had become conscious that he was not quite the man that he had been. His mind was darkened and dulled by crime. He was haunted by vague fears and apprehensions. With his frequent and appalling losses of money, he had lost a measure of his faith in himself. His coolness of calculation had been diminished ; he listened with readier credulity to rumors, and yielded more easily to the personal influences around him. Even the steady prosperity which attended his regular business became a factor in his growing incapacity for the affairs of the street. His reliance on his permanent sources of income made him more reckless in his specula- tions. His grand scheme for "gently" and "tenderly" unload- ing his Crooked Valley stock upon the hands of his trusting dupes along the line, worked, however, to perfection. It only required rascality, pure and simple, under the existing conditions, to accomplish this scheme, and he found in the results nothing left to be desired. They furnished him with a capital of ready money, but his old acquaintances discovered the foul trick he had played, and gave him a wide berth. No more gigantic combinations were possible to him, save with swindlers like himself, who would not hesitate to sacrifice him as readily and as mercilessly as he had sacrificed his rural victims. Mrs. Dillingham had been absent a month when he one day received a polite note from Mr. Balfour, as Paul Bene- dict's attorney, requesting him, on behalf of his principal, to pay over to him an equitable share of the profits upon his patented inventions, and to enter into a definite contract for the further use of them. The request came in so different a form from what he had anticipated, and was so tamely courteous, that he laughed over the note in derision. " Milk for babes !" he exclaimed, and laughed again. Either Balfour was a coward, or he felt that his case was a weak one. Did he think the General was a fool? SEVENOAKS. 357 Without taking the note to Cavendish, who had told him to bring ten thousand dollars when he came again, and with- out consulting anybody, he wrote the following note in an- swer : " To James Balfour, Esq. - " Your letter of this date received, and contents noted. Permit me to say in reply : " ist. That I have no evidence that you are Paul Benedict's attorney. " 2d. That I have no evidence that Paul Benedict is living, and that I do not propose to negotiate in any way, on any business, with a fraud, or a man of straw. "3d. That I am the legal assignee of all the patents origi- nally issued to Paul Benedict, which I have used and am now using. I hold his assignment in the desk on which I write this letter, and it stands duly recorded in Washington, though, from my ignorance of the law, it has only recently been placed upon the books in the Patent Office. " Permit me to say, in closing, that, as I bear you no malice, I will show you the assignment at your pleasure, and thus relieve you from the danger of entering upon a conspi- racy to defraud me of rights which I propose, with all the means at my disposal, to defend. "Yours, ROBERT BELCHER." Mr. Belcher read over this letter with great satisfaction. It seemed to him very dignified and very wise. He had saved his ten thousand dollars for a while, at least, and bluffed, as he sincerely believed, his dreaded antagonist. Mr. Balfour did more than to indulge in his professional smile, over the frank showing of the General's hand, and the voluntary betrayal of his line of defence. He filed away the note among the papers relating to the case, took his hat, walked across the street, rang the bell, and sent up his card to Mr. Belcher. That self-complacent gentleman had not ex- pected this visit, although he had suggeste T it. Instead, there- 358 SEVENOAKS. fore, of inviting Mr. Balfour to his library, he Went down to the drawing-room, where he found his visitor, quietly sitting with hi? hat in his hand. The most formal of courtesies opened the conversation, and Mr. Balfour stated his business at once. " You were kind enough to offer to show me the assignment of Mr. Benedict's patents," he said. "I have called to see it." " I've changed my mind," said the General. " Do you suspect me of wishing to steal it?" inquired Mr. Balfour. " No, but the fact is, I wrote my note to you without con- sulting my lawyer." "I thought so," said Mr. Balfour. "Good-day, sir." "No offence, I hope," said Mr. Belcher, with a peculiar toss of the head, and a laugh. " Not the least," said the lawyer, passing out of the door. The General felt that he had made a mistake. He was in the habit of making mistakes in those days. The habit was growing upon him. Indeed, he suspected that he had made a mistake in not boldly exhibiting his assignment. How to manage a lie, and not be managed by it, was a question that had puzzled wiser heads than that of the General. He found an egg in his possession that he was not ready to eat, though it was too hot to be held long in either hand, and could not be dropped without disaster. For a week, he was haunted with the expectation of a suit, but it was not brought, and then he began to breathe easier, and to feel that something must be done to divert his mind from the subject. He drank freely, and was loud-mouthed and blustering on the street. Poor Talbot had a hard time, in endeavoring to shield him from his imprudences. He saw that his effort to make his principal "last " was not likely to be successful. Rallied by his "friends" on his ill luck, the General de- clared that he only speculated for fun. He knew what he was about. He ne T er risked any money that he could not SEVENOAKS. 359 afford to lose. Everybody had his amusement, and this was his. He was secure for some months in his seat as President of the Crooked Valley Railroad, and calculated, of course, on buying back his stock in his own time, at his own price. In the meantime, he would use his position for carrying on his private schemes. The time came at last when he wanted more ready money. A grand combination had been made, among his own un- principled set, for working up a "corner" in the Muscogee Air Line, and he had been invited into it. He was flattered by the invitation, and saw in it a chance for redeeming his position, though, at bottom, the scheme was one for working up a corner in Robert Belcher. Under the plea that he expected, at no distant day, to go to Europe, for rest and amusement, he mortgaged his house, in order, as he declared, that he might handle it the more easily in the market. But Wall street knew the fact at once, and made its comments. Much to the proprietor's disgust, it was deemed of sufficient importance to find mention in the daily press. But even the sum raised upon his house, united with that which he had received from unloading his Crooked Valley stock, was not sufficient to give him the preponderance in the grand combination which he desired. He still held a considerable sum in Crooked Valley bonds, for these were valuable. He had already used these as col- laterals, in the borrowing of small sums at short time, to meet emergencies in his operations. It was known by money- lenders that he held them. Now the General was the manu- facturer of these bonds. The books of the corporation were under his control, and he intended that they should remain so. It was very easy for him to make an over-issue, and hard for him to be detected in his fraud, by any one who would be dangerous to him. The temptation to make this issue was one which better men than he had yielded to in a weak 360 SEVEN OAKS. moment, and, to the little conscience which he possessed, the requisite excuses were ready. He did not intend that any one should lose money by these bonds. He only proposed a temporary relief to himself. So he manufactured the bonds, and raised the money he wanted. Meantime, the members of the very combination in which he had engaged, having learned of his rascally operation with the stock, were secretly buying it back from the dupes along the road, at their own figures, with the purpose of ousting him from the management, and taking the road to themselves. Of this movement he did not learn, until it was too late to be of use to him. It was known, in advance, by the combination, that the working up of the corner in Muscogee Air Line would be a long operation. The stock had to be manipulated with great care, to avoid exciting a suspicion of the nature of the scheme, and the General had informed the holders of his notes that it might be necessary for him to renew them before he should realize from his operations. He had laid all his plans carefully, and looked forward with an interest which none but he and those of his kind could appreciate, to the excitements, intrigues, marches and counter-marches of the mischievous campaign. And then came down upon him the prosecution which he had so long dreaded, and for which he had made the only preparation consistent with his greedy designs. Ten thousand dollars of his ready money passed at once into the hands of Mr. Cavendish, and Mr. Cavendish was satisfied with the fee, whatever may have been his opinion of the case. After a last examination of his forged assignment, and the putting of Phipps to an exhaustive and satisfactory trial of his memory with relation to it, he passed it into the lawyer's hands, and went about his business with uncomfortable forebodings of the trial and its results. It was strange, even to him, at this point of his career, that he felt within himself no power to change his course. No SEVEN OAKS. 36! one knew better than he, that there was money enough in Benedict's inventions for both inventor and manufacturer. No one knew better than he, that there was a prosperous course for himself inside the pale of equity and law, yet he found no motive to walk there. For the steps he had taken, there seemed no retreat. He must go on, on, to the end. The doors that led back to his old life had closed behind him. Those which opened before were not inviting, but he could not stand still. So he hardened his face, braced his nerves, stiffened his determination, and went on. Of course he passed a wretched summer. He had intended to get away for rest, or, rather, for an exhibition of himself and his equipage at Newport, or Saratoga, or Long Branch ; but through all the burning days of the season he was obliged to remain in the city, while other men were away and off their guard, to watch his Wall street operations, and prepare for the coup de grace by which he hoped to regain his lost treasure and his forfeited position. The legal trial that loomed up before him, among the clouds of autumn, could not be contemplated without a shiver, and a sinking of the heart. His preparations for it were very simple, as they mainly related to the establishment of the genuineness of his assignment. The months flew away more rapidly with the proprietor than with any of the other parties interested in the suit, and when, at last, only a fortnight was wanting to the time of the expected trial, Mr. Balfour wrote to Number Nine, order- ing his family home, and requiring the presence of Mr. Bene- dict, Mrs. Dillingham, Harry and Jim. Just at this time, the General found himself in fresh diffi- culty. The corner in Muscogee Air Line, was as. evasive as a huckleberry in a mouth bereft of its armament. Indeed, to use still further the homely but suggestive figure, the Gen- eral found that his tongue was in more danger than his huck- leberry. His notes, too, secured by fraudulent collaterals, were approaching a second and third maturity. He was 16 362 SEVENOAKS. without ready money for the re-purchase of his Crooked Valley stock, and had learned, in addition, that the stock had already changed hands, in the execution of a purpose which he more than suspected. Large purchases of material for the execution of heavy contracts in his manufactures had drained his ready resources, in the department of his regular business. He was getting short, and into a tight place. Still he was desperate, and determined to sacrifice nothing. Mr. Benedict and Jim, on their arrival in the city, took up their residence in Mrs. Dillingham's house, and the landlord of Number Nine spent several days in making the acquaint- ance of the city, under the guidance of his old companion, who was at home. Jim went through a great mental convul- sion. At first, what seemed to him the magnitude of the life, enterprise and wealth of the city, depressed him. He de- clared that he " had ben growin' smaller an' smaller every minute" since he left Sevenoaks. "I felt as .if I'd .allers ben a fly, crawiin' 'round on the edge of a pudclen," he said, when asked whether he enjoyed the city. But before the trial came on, he had fully recovered his old equanimity. The city grew smaller the more he explored it, until, when compared with the great woods, the lonely rivers, and the broad solitudes in which he had spent his life, it seemed like a toy ; and the men who chaffered in the market, and the women who thronged the avenues, or drove in the park, or filled the places of amusement, came to look like children, engaged in frolicsome games. He felt that people who had so little room to breathe in must be small ; and before the trial brought him into practical contact with them, he was himself again, and quite ready to meet them in any encounter which required courage or address. CHAPTER XXVI. IN WHICH THE CASE OF " BENEDICT VS. BELCHER." FINDS ITSELF IN COURT, AN INTERESTING QUESTION OF IDENTITY IS SETTLED, AND A MYSTERIOUS DIS- APPEARANCE TAKES PLACE. " OYEZ ! Oyez ! All-persons-having-business-to-do-with-the- Circuit- Court-of-the- United-States-for-the - Southern-Distrlct-of- New- York, -draw - near, -giiie-your-attention, -and -you - shall- be- heard. ' ' " That's the crier," whispered Mr. Benedict to Jim. " What's the matter of 'im ?" inquired the latter. " That's the way they open the court." "Well, if he opens it with cryin', he'll have a tough time a shuttin' on it," responded Jim, in a whisper so loud that he attracted attention. There within the bar sat Mr. Balfour, calmly examining his papers. He looked up among the assembled jurors, witness- es and idlers, and beckoned Benedict to his side. There sat Robert Belcher with his counsel. The great rascal was flashily dressed, with a stupendous show of shirt-front, over which fell, down by the side of the diamond studs, a heavy gold chain. Brutality, vulgarity, self-assurance and an over-bearing will, all expressed themselves in his broad face, bold eyes and heavy chin. Mr. Cavendish, with his uneasy scalp, white hands, his scornful lips and his thin, twitching nostrils, looked the very impersonation of impatience and contempt. If the whole court-room had been thronged with vermin instead of human beings, among which he was obliged to sit, he could not have appeared more disgusted. Quite retired among the audience, and deeply veiled, sat Mrs. Dillingham. Mr. Belcher detect- 363 364 SEVENOAKS. ed her, and, though he. could not see her face, felt that he could not be mistaken as to her identity. Why was she there ? Why, but to notice the progress and issue of the trial, in her anxiety for him ? He was not glad to see her there. He beckoned for Phipps, who sat uneasily, with a scared look upon his face, among the crowd. " Is that Mrs. Dillingham ?" he asked in a whisper. Phipps assured him that it was. Then Mr. Belcher wrote upon his card the words : "Do not, for my sake, remain in this room." " Give this to her," he said to his servant. The card was delivered, but the lady, quite to his surprise, did not stir. He thought of his little book, but it seemed impossible that his idol, who had so long been hidden from his sight and his knowledge, could betray him. A jury was empanneled, the case of Benedict vs. Belcher was called, and the counsel of both parties declared them- selves ready for the trial. The suit was for damages, in the sum of half a million dol- lars, for the infringement of patents on machines, implements and processes, of which it was declared that the plaintiff was the first and only inventor. The answer to the complaint al- leged the disappearance and death of Benedict, and declared the plaintiff to be an impostor, averred the assignment of all the patents in question to the defendant, and denied the pro- fits. The judge, set somewhat deep in his shirt-collar, as if his head and his heart were near enough together to hold easy communication, watched the formal proceedings listlessly, out of a pair of pleasant eyes, and when they were completed, nodded to Mr. Balfour, in indication that he was ready to proceed. Mr. Balfour, gathering his papers before him, rose to make the opening for the prosecution. "May it please the Court," he said, "and gentlemen of the jury, I have to present to you a case, either issue of which SEVENOAKS. 365 it is not pleasant for me to contemplate. Either my client or the defendant will go out of this court, at the conclusion of this case, a blackened man ; and, as I have a warm friend- ship for one of them, and bear no malice to the other, I am free to confess that, while I seek for justice, I shrink from the results of its vindication." Mr. Cavendish jumped up and interjected spitefully : "I beg the gentleman to spare us his hypothetical sentiment. It is superfluous, so far as my client is concerned, and offensive." Mr. Balfour waited calmly for the little explosion and the clearing away of the smoke, and then resumed. "I take no pleasure in making myself offensive to the defendant and his counsel," said he, " but, if I am interrupted, I shall be com- pelled to call things by their right names, and to do .some- thing more than hint at the real status of this case. I see other trials, in other courts, at the conclusion of this action, other trials with graver issues. I could not look forward to them with any pleasure, without acknowledging myself to be aknave. I could not refrain from alluding to them, without convicting myself of carelessness and frivolity. Something more than money is involved in the issue of this action. Either the plaintiff or the defendant will go out of this court wrecked in character, blasted in reputation, utterly ruined. The terms of the bill and the answer determine this result." Mr. Cavendish sat through this exordium as if he sat on nettles, but wisely held his tongue, while the brazen-faced proprietor leaned carelessly over, and whispered to his coun- sel. Phipps, on his distant seat, grew white around the lips, and felt that he was on the verge of the most serious danger of his life. "The plaintiff, in this case," Mr. Balfour went on, "brings an action for damages for the infringement of various patent rights. I shall prove to you that these patents were issued to him, as the first and only inventor ; that he has never assigned them to any one ; that they have been used by the defendant for from seven to ten years, to his great profit ; 366 SEVEN OAKS. that he is using them still without a license, and without ren- dering a just consideration for them. I shall prove to you that the defendant gained his first possession of these inven- tions by a series of misrepresentations, false promises, oppres- sions and wrongs, and has used them without license in consequence of the weakness, illness, poverty and defence- lessness of their rightful owner. I shall prove to you that their owner was driven to insanity by these perplexities and the persecutions of the defendant, and that even after he became insane, the defendant tried to secure the execution of the assignment which he had sought in vain during the sanity of the patentee. "I will not characterize by the name belonging to it the instrument which is to be presented in answer to the bill filed in this case, further than to say that it has no legal status whatsoever. It is the consummate fruit of a tree that was planted in fraud ; and if I do not make it so to appear, be- fore the case is finished, I will beg pardon of the court, of you, gentlemen of the jury, and especially of the defendant and his honorable counsel. First, therefore, I offer in evidence certified copies of the patents in question." Mr. Balfour read these documents, and they were examined both by Mr. Cavendish and the court. The name of Paul Benedict was then called, as the first witness. Mr. Benedict mounted the witness stand. He was pale and quiet, with a pink tinge on either cheek. He had the bearing and dress of a gentleman, and contrasted strangely with the coarse, bold man to whom he had been indebted for so many wrongs and indignities. He was at last in the place to which he had looked forward with so much dread, but there came to him a calmness and a self-possession which he had not anticipated. He was surrounded by powerful friends. He was menaced, too, by powerful enemies, and all his manhood was roused. "What is your name? " asked Mr. Balfour. SEVENOAKS. 367 "Paul Benedict." " Where were you born? " " In the city of New York." "Are you the inventor of the machines, implements and processes named in the documents from the Patent Office which have just been read in your hearing? " " I am, sir." " And you are the only owner of all these patent rights? " "1 am, sir." " What is your profession ? " " I was trained for a mechanical engineer." " What has been your principal employment ? " " Invention." " When you left New York, whither did you go?" " To Sevenoaks." " How many years ago was that ? " " Eleven or twelve, I suppose." " Now I want you to tell to the Court, in a plain, brief way, the history of your life in Sevenoaks, giving with sufficient detail an account of all your dealings with the defendant in this case, so that we may perfectly understand how your in- ventions came into Mr. Belcher's hands, and why you have never derived any benefit from them." It was a curious illustration of the inventor's nature that, at this moment, with his enemy and tormentor before him, he shrank from giving pain. Mr. Cavendish noticed his hesi- tation, and was on his feet in an instant. " May it please the court," said he, " there is a question concerning identity that comes up at this point, and I beg the privilege of asking it here. ' ' The judge looked at Mr. Balfour, and the latter said : "Certainly." " I would like to ask the witness," said Mr. Cavendish, " whether he is the Paul Benedict who left the city about the time at which he testifies that he went away, in consequence of his connection with a band of counterfeiters. Did you, sir, invent their machinery, or did you not? " 368 SEVENOAKS. "I did not," answered the witness his face all aflame. The idea that he could be suspected, or covertly charged, with crime, in the presence of friends and strangers, was so terrible that the man tottered on his feet. Mr. Cavendish gave a significant glance at his client, whose face bloomed with a brutal smile, and then sat down. "Is that all?" inquired Mr. Balfour. "All, for the present," responded Mr. Cavendish, sneer- ingly, and with mock courtesy. "May it please the Court," said Mr. Balfour, "I hope I may be permitted to say that the tactics of the defendant are worthy of his cause." Then turning to Mr. Benedict, he said, " I trust the witness will not be disturbed by the insult that has been gratuitously offered him, and will tell the his- tory which I have asked him to tell." Mr. Cavendish had made a mistake. At this insult, and the gratification which it afforded Mr. Belcher, the inventor's pity died out of him, and he hardened to his work. " When I went to Sevenoaks," said he, "I was very poor, as I have always been since. I visited Mr. Belcher's mill, and saw how great improvements could be made in his machines and processes ; and then I visited him, and told him what I could do for him. He furnished me with money for my work, and for securing the patents on my inventions, with the verbal promise that I should share in such profits as might accrue from their use. He was the only man who had money ; he was the only man who could use the inventions ; and he kept me at work, until he had secured everything that he wished for. In the meantime, I suffered for the lack of the necessaries of life, and was fed from day to day, and month to month, and year to year, on promises. He never rendered me any returns, declared that the patents were nearly useless to him, and demanded, as a consideration for the money he had advanced to me, the assignment of all my patents to him. My only child was born in the midst of my early trouble, and such were the privations to which my wife SEVENOAKS. 369 was subjected that she never saw a day of health after the event. She died at last, and in the midst of my deepest trou- bles, Mr. Belcher pursued me with his demands for the assign- ment of my patents. He still held me to him by the bestowal of small sums, which necessity compelled me to accept. He always had a remarkable power over me, and I felt that he would lead me to destruction. I saw the hopes of years melt- ing away, and knew that in time he would beat down my will, and, on his own terms, .possess himself of all the results of my years of study and labor. I saw nothing but starvation before me and my child, and went down into a horror of great darkness. ' ' A cold shiver ran over the witness, and his face grew pale and pinched, at this passage of his story. The court-house was as still as midnight. Even the General lost his smile, and leaned forward, as if the narration concerned some mon- ster other than himself. "What then?" inquired Mr. Balfour. " I hardly know. Everything that I remember after that was confused and terrible. For years I was insane. I went to the hospital, and was there supported by Mr. Belcher. He even followed me there, and endeavored to get my signature to an assignment, but was positively forbidden by the super- intendent of the asylum. Then, after being pronounced in- curable, I was sent back to the Sevenoaks alms-house, where, for a considerable time, my boy was also kept ; and from that horrible place, by the aid of a friend, I escaped. I remem- ber it all as a long dream of torture. My cure came in the woods, at Number Nine, where I have ever since lived, and where twice I have been sought and found by paid emissaries of Mr. Belcher, who did not love him well enough to betray me. And, thanks to the ministry of the best friends that God ever raised up to a man, I am here to-day to claim my rights." "These rights," said Mr. Balfour, "these rights which you hold in your patented inventions, for all these years used by the defendant, you say you have never assigned." 16* 370 SEVENOAKS. "Never." " If an assignment executed in due form should be presented to you, what should you say ?" "I object to the question," said Mr. Cavendish, leaping to his feet. " The document has not yet been presented to him. "The gentleman is right," said Mr. Balfour ; "the witness has never seen it. I withdraAv the question ; and now tell me what you know about Mr. Belcher's profits on the use of these inventions." "I cannot tell much," replied Mr. Benedict. "I know the inventions were largely profitable to him ; otherwise he would not have been so anxious to own them. I have never had access to his books, but I know he became rapidly rich on his manufactures, and that, by the cheapness with which he produced them, he was able to hold the market, and to force his competitors into bankruptcy." "May it please the Court," said Mr. Balfour, "I am about done with this witness, and I wish to say, just here, that if the defendant stands by his pleadings, and denies his profits, I shall demand the production of his books in Court. We can get definite information from them, at least." Then bowing to Mr. Benedict, he told him that he had no further questions to ask. The witness was about to step down, when the Judge turned to Mr. Cavendish, with the question : " Does the counsel for the defendant wish to cross-examine the witness?" " May it please the Court," said Mr. Cavendish rising, " the counsel for the defense regards the examination so far simply as a farce. We do not admit that the witness is Paul Benedict, at all or, rather, the Paul Benedict named in the patents, certified copies of which are in evidence. The Paul Benedict therein named, has long been regarded as dead. This man has come and gone for months in Sevenoaks, among the neighbors of the real Paul Benedict, unrecognized. He says he has lived for years within forty miles of Sevenoaks, SEVENOAKS, 371 and at this late day puts forward his claims. There is nobody in Court, sir. We believe the plaintiff to be a fraud, and this prosecution a put-up job. In saying this, I would by no means impugn the honor of the plaintiff's counsel. Wiser men than he have been deceived and duped, and he may be assured that he is the victim of the villainies or the hallucina- tions of an impostor. There are men in this room, ready to testify in this case, who knew Paul Benedict during all his residence in Sevenoaks ; and the witness stands before them at this moment unrecognized and unknown. I cannot cross- examine the witness, without recognizing his identity with the Paul Benedict named in the patents. There is nothing but a pretender in Court, may it please your honor, and I de- cline to have anything to do with him." Mr. Cavendish sat down, with the air of a man who believed he had blasted the case in the bud, and that there was nothing left to do but to adjourn. " It seems to the Court, gentlemen," said the judge in a quiet tone, "that this question of identity should be settled as an essential preliminary to further proceedings." " May it please your honor," said Mr. Balfour, rising, "I did not suppose it possible, after the plaintiff had actually appeared in court, and shown himself to the defendant, that this question of identity would be mooted or mentioned. The defendant must know that I have witnesses here that I would not appear here without competent witnesses who will place his identity beyond question. It seems, however, that this case is to be fought inch by inch, on every possible ground. As the first witness upon this point, I shall call for James Fenton." "Jest call me Jim," said the individual named, from his distant seat. " James Fenton " was called to the stand, and Mr. Bene- dict stepped down. Jim advanced through the crowd, his hair standing very straight in the air, and his face illumined by a smile that won every heart in the house, except those 372 SEVENOAKS. of the defendant and his counsel. A war-horse going into battle, or a hungry man going to his dinner, could not have manifested more rampant alacrity. " Hold up your right hand, ' ' said the clerk. " Sartin," said Jim. " Both on 'em if ye say so." " You solemnly swear m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m- so help you God!" " I raally wish, if ye ain't too tired, that ye'd say that over agin," said Jim. " If I'm a goin' to make a Happy David, I want to know what it is." The clerk hesitated, and the judge directed him to repeat the form of the oath distinctly. When this was done, Jim said : "Thank ye; there's nothin' like -startin" squar." "James Fenton," said Mr. Balfour, beginning a question. " Jest call me Jim : I ain't no prouder here nor I be at Number Nine," said the witness. -"Very well, Jim," said Mr. Balfour smiling, "tell us who you are." " I'm Jim Fenton, as keeps a hotel at Number Nine. My father was an Englishman, my mother was a Scotchman, T was born in Ireland, an' raised in Canady, an' I've lived in Number Nine for more nor twelve year, huntin', trappin' an' keepin' a hotel. I hain't never ben eddicated, but I can tell the truth when it's necessary, an' I love my friends an' hate my enemies." "May it please the Court," said Mr. Cavendish with a sneer, "I beg to suggest to the plaintiff's counsel that the witness should be required to give his religious views." Mr. Belcher laughed, and Mr. Cavendish sniffed his lips, as if they had said a good thing. "Certainly," responded Mr. Balfour. "What are your religious views, Jim ?' ' "Well," said Jim, "I hain't got many, but I sh'd be s' prised if there wasn't a brimstone mine on t'other side, with a couple o' picks in it for old Belcher an' the man as helps 'im." SEVENOAKS. 373 The laugh was on Mr. Cavendish. The Court smiled, the audience roared, and order was demanded. "That will do," said Mr. Cavendish. "The religious views of the witness are definite and satisfactory." " Jim, do you know Paul Benedict ?" inquired Mr. Balfour. " Well, I do," said Jim. "I've knowed 'im ever sence he come to Sevenoaks." " How did you make his acquaintance?" " He used to come into the woods, fishin' an* hunt-in'. Him an' me was like brothers. He was the curisest creetur I ever seen, an' I hope he takes no 'fense in hearin' me say so. Ye' ve seen his tackle, Mr. Balfour. an' that split bamboo o' his, but the jedge hasn't seen it. I wish I'd brung it along. Fond of fishin', sir?" And Jim turned blandly and patronizingly to the Court. The Judge could not repress a little ripple of amusement, which, from a benevolent mouth, ran out over his face. Biting his lips, he said : " The witness had better be confined to the matter in hand." " An' Jedge no 'fense but I like yer looks, an' if ye'll come to Number Nine it's a little late now I'll " Mr. Cavendish jumped up and said fiercely: "I object to this trifling." "Jim," said Mr. Balfour, "the defendant's counsel objects to your trifling. He has a right to do so, particularly as he is responsible for starting it. Now tell me whether the Paul Benedict you knew was the only man of the name who has lived in Sevenoaks since you have lived in Number Nine?" " He was the only one I ever hearn on. He was the one as invented Belcher's machines, any way. He's talked about 'em with me a thousand times." "Is he in the room?" "Mostly," said Jim, with his bland smile. " Give me a direct answer, now." "Yis, he's in this room, and he's a settin' there by you, an' he's been a stannin' where I stan' now." 374 SEVENOAKS. " How do you know that this is the same man who used to visit you in the woods, and who invented Mr. Belcher's ma- chines?" " Well, it's a long story. I don't mind tellin' on it, if it wouldn'tbe tootriflin'," with a comical wink at Mr. Cavendish. "Go on and tell it," said Mr. Balfour. " I knowed Benedict up to the time when he lost his mind, an' was packed off to the 'Sylum, an' I never seen 'im agin till I seen 'im in the Sevenoaks' poor-house. I come acrost his little boy one night on the hill, when I was a trampin' home. He hadn't nothin' on but rags, an' he was as blue an' hungry as a spring bar. The little feller teched me ye know teched my feelins an' I jest sot down to comfort 'im. He telled me his ma was dead, and that his pa was at old Buffum's, as crazy as a loon. Well, I stayed to old Buffum's that night, an' went into the poor-house in the mornin', with the doctor. I seen Benedict thar, an' knowed him. He was a lyin' on the straw, an' he hadn't cloes enough on 'im to -put in tea. An', says I, 'Mr. Benedict, give us your benediction;' an', says he, 'Jim !' That floored me, an' I jest cried and swar'd to myself. Well, I made a little 'rangement with him an' his boy, to take 'im to Abram's bosom. Ye see he thought he was in hell, an' it was a reasomble thing in 'im too; an' I telled 'im that I'd got a settlement in Abram's bosom, an' I axed 'im over to spend the day. I took 'im out of the poor- house an' carried 'im to Number Nine, an' I cured 'im. He's lived there ever sence, helped me build my hotel, an' I come down with 'im, to 'tend this Court, an' we brung his little boy along too, an' the little feller is here, an' knows him better nor I do." "And you declare, under oath, that the Paul Benedict whom you knew in Sevenoaks, and at Number Nine before his insanity the Paul Benedict who was in the poor-house at Sevenoaks and notoriously escaped from that institution escaped by your help, has lived with you ever since, and has appeared here in Court this morning," said Mr. Balfour. SEVENOAKS. 375 " He's the same feller, an' no mistake, if so be he hain't slipped his skin," said Jim, "an' no triflin'. I make my Happy David on't." " Did Mr. Belcher ever send into the woods to find him?" . " Yis," said Jim, laughing, "but I choked 'em off." " How did you choke them off?" " I telled 'em both I'd lick 'em if they ever blowed. They didn't want to blow any, to speak on, but Mike Conlin come in with a hundred dollars of Belcher's money in his jacket, an' helped me nuss my man for a week ; an 1 I got a Happy David out o' Sam Yates, an' ther's the dockyment ;" and Jim drew from his pocket the instrument with which the reader is already familiar. Mr. Balfour had seen the paper, and told Jim that it was not necessary in the case. Mr. Belcher looked very red in the face, and leaned over and whispered to his lawyer. "That is all," said Mr. Balfour. Mr. Cavendish rose. " You helped Mr. Benedict to escape, did you, Jim?" " I said so," replied Jim. " Did you steal the key when you were there first?" "No ; I borreredit, an' brung it back an left it in the door." " Did you undo the fastenings of the outside door?" " Yis, an' I did 'em up agin." " Did you break down the grated door?" "I remember about somethin' squeakin' an' givin' 'way," replied Jim, with a smile. " It was purty dark, an' I couldn't see 'xactly what was a goin' on." " Oh you couldn't ! We have your confession, then, that you are a thief and a burglar, and that you couldn't see the man you took out." " Well, now, Squar, that won't help ye any. Benedict is the man as got away, an' I saved the town the board of two paupers an' the cost of two pine coffins, an' sent old Buffum where he belonged, an' nobody cried but his pertickler friend as sets next to ye." 376 SEVENOAKS. "I beg the Court's protection for my client, against the insults of this witness," said Mr. Cavendish. "When a man calls Jim Fenton a thief an' a buggler, he must take what comes on't," said Jim. "Ye may thank yer everlastin' stars that ye didn't say that to me in the street, for I should 'a licked ye. I should 'a fastened that slippery old scalp o' yourn tighter nor a drum-head." "Witness," said the Judge, peremptorily, "you forget where you are, sir. You must stop these remarks." " Jedge look 'ere ! When a man is insulted by a lawyer in court, what can he do? I'm a reasomble man, but I can't take anybody's sarse. It does seem to me as if a lawyer as snubs a witness an calls 'im names, wants dressm"* down too. Give Jim Fenton a fair shake, an' he's all right." Jim's genial nature and his irrepressible tongue were too much for the court and the lawyers together. Mr. Cavendish writhed in his seat. He could' do nothing with Jim. He could neither scare nor control him, and saw that the witness was only anxious for another encounter. It was too evident that the sympathy of the jury and the increasing throng of spectators was with the witness, and that they took delight in the discomfiture of the defendant's counsel. " May it please the Court," said Mr. Cavendish, "after the disgraceful confessions of the witness, and the revelation of his criminal character, it will not comport with my own self- respect to question him further." "Paddlin' off, eh?" said Jim, with a comical smile. "Witness," said the Judge, " be silent and step down. "No 'fense, Jedge, I hope?" " Step down, sir." Jim saw that matters were growing serious. He liked the Judge, and had intended, in some private way, to explain the condition of his hair as attributable to his fright on being called into Court as a witness, but he was obliged to relin- quish his plan, and go back to his seat. The expression of his face must have been most agreeable to the spectators, for there SEVENOAKS. 377 was a universal giggle among them which called out the re- proof of the Court. "Helen Dillingham " was next called for. At the pro- nunciation of her name, and her quiet progress through the court-room to the stand, there was a hush in which nothing was heard but the rustle of her own drapery. Mr. Belcher gasped, and grew pale. Here was the woman whom he madly loved. Here was the woman whom he had associated with his scheme of European life, and around whom, more and more, as his difficulties increased and the possibilities of disaster presented themselves, he had grouped his hopes and gathered his plans. Had he been the dupe of her cunning ? Was he to be the object of her revenge? Was he to be betrayed? Her intimacy with Harry Benedict began to take on new sig- nificance. Her systematic repulses of his blind passion had an explanation other than that which he had given them. Mr. Belcher thought rapidly while the formalities which pre- ceded her testimony were in progress. Every man in the court-room leaned eagerly forward to catch her first word. Her fine figure, graceful carriage and rich dress had made their usual impression. "Mrs. Dillingham," said the Judge, with a courteous bow and gesture, " will you have the kindness to remove your veil ?" The veil was quietly raised over her hat, and she stood re- vealed. She was not pale ; she was fresh from the woods, and in the glory of renewed health. A murmur of admiration went around the room 'ike the stirring of leaves before a vagrant breeze. "Mrs. Dillingham," said Mr. Balfour, "where do you re- side?" " In this city x sir." " Have you always lived here ?" " Alw'ays." "Do you know Paul Benedict?" "I do, sir." 378 SEVENOAKS. " How long have you known him?" " From the time I was born until he left New York, after his marriage." " What is his relation to you?" " He is my brother, sir." Up to this answer, she had spoken quietly, and in a voice that could only be heard through the room by the closest attention ; but the last answer was given in a full, emphatic tone. Mr. Belcher entirely lost his self-possession. His face grew white, his eyes were wild, and raising his clenched fist he brought it down with a powerful blow upon the table before him, and exclaimed: " My God !" The court-room became in an instant as silent as death. The Judge uttered no reprimand, but looked inquiringly, and with unfeigned astonishment, at the defendant. Mr. Cavendish rose and begged the Court to overlook his client's excitement, as he had evidently been taken off his guard. "Paul Benedict is your brother, you say ?" resumed Mr. Balfour. " H^ is, sir." " What was his employment before he left New York?" "He was an inventor from his childhood, and received a careful education in accordance with his mechanical genius." " Why did he leave New York ?" " I am ashamed to say that he left in consequence of my own unkindness." " What was the occasion of your unkindness?" " His marriage with one whom I did not regard as his own social equal or mine." " What was her name ?" , "Jane Kendrick." " How did you learn that he was alive ?" " Through his son, whom I invited into my house, after he was brought to this city by yourself." SEVENOAKS. 379 " Have you recently visited the cemetery at Seven- oaks ?" " I have, sir." " Did you see the grave of your sister-in-law?" "I did." " Was there a headstone upon the grave?" " There was a humble one." "What inscription did it bear?" " Jane Kendrick, wife of Paul Benedict." " When and where did you see your brother first, after your separation ?' ' " Early last summer at a place called Number Nine." " Did you recognise him ?" " I did, at once." " Has anything occurred, in the intercourse of the summer, to make you suspect that the man whom you recognised as your brother was an impostor?" " Nothing. We have conversed with perfect familiarity on a thousand events and circumstances of our early life. I know him to be my brother as well as I know my own name, and my own identity." "That is all," said Mr. Balfour. "Mrs. Dillingham," said Mr. Cavendish, after holding a long whispered conversation with his client, " you were glad to iind your brother at last, were you not ?" " Very glad, sir." "Why?" " Because I was sorry for the misery which I had inflicted upon him, and to which I had exposed him." "You were the victim of remorse, as I understand you?" " Yes, sir ; I suppose so." "Were you conscious that your condition of mind unfitted you to discriminate ? Were you not so anxious to find your brother, in order to quiet your conscience, that you were easily imposed upon." " No, sir, to both questions." 380 SEVENOAKS. " Well, madam, such things have happened. Have you been in the habit of receiving Mr. Belcher at your house ?" "I have." " You have been in the habit of receiving gentlemen rather 'indiscriminately at your house, haven't you?" " I object to the question/' said Mr. Balfour quickly. "It carries a covert insult to the witness." Mrs. Dillingham bowed to Mr. Balfour in acknowledgment of his courtesy, but answered the question. " I have received you, sir, and Mr. Belcher. I may have been indiscriminate in my courtesies. A lady living alone cannot always tell." A titter ran around the court-room, in which Mr. Belcher joined. His admiration was too much at the moment for his self-interest. " Did you know before you went to Number Nine, that your brother was there?" inquired Mr. Cavendish. "I did, and the last time but one at which Mr. Belcher called upon me I informed him of the fact." "That your brother was there?" " No, that Paul Benedict was there." " How did you know he was there ?" " His little boy wrote me from there, and told me so." Mr. Cavendish had found more than he sought. He want- ed to harass the witness, but he had been withheld by his client. Baffled on one hand and restrained on the other for Mr. Belcher could not give her up, and learn to hate her in a moment he told the witness he had no more questions to ask. Mrs. Dillingham drew down her veil again, and walked to her seat. Harry Benedict was next called, and after giving satisfac- tory answers to questions concerning his understanding of the nature of an oath, was permitted to testify. "Harry," said Mr. Balfour, "were you ever in Mr. Bel- cher's house ?" "Yes, sir." SEVENOAKS. 381 " Tell us how it happened that you were there." " Mr. Belcher stopped me in the street, and led me up the steps, and then up stairs into his room." " What question did he ask you ?" " He wanted to know whether my father was alive." " Did he offer you money if you would tell ?" " Yes, sir ; he offered me a great gold piece of money, and told me it was an eagle." " Did you take it?" "No, sir." " Did he threaten you ? " "He tried to scare me, sir." " Did he tell you that he should like to give your father some money? " "Yes, sir." " And did you tell him that your father was alive ? " "No, sir, I ran away;" and Harry could not restrain a laugh at the remembrance of the scene. "Harry, is your father in this room? " Harry looked at his father with a smile, and answered, "Yes, sir." " Now, Harry, I want you to pick him out from all these people. Be sure not to make any mistake. Mr. Belcher has been so anxious to find him, that I presume he will be very much obliged to you for the information. Go and put your hand on him." Harry started at a run, and, dodging around the end of the bar, threw himself into his father's arms. The performance seemed so comical to the lad, that he burst into a peal of boyish laughter, and the scene had such a pretty touch of nature in it, that the spectators cheered, and were only checked by the stern reprimand of the judge, who threatened the clearing of the room if such a demonstration should again be indulged in. " Does the counsel for the defence wish to cross-examine the witness ? ' ' inquired the judge. 382 SEVENOAKS. 1 1 believe not," said Mr. Cavendish, with a nod ; and then Harry went to his seat, at the side of Jim Fe'nton, who hugged him so that he almost screamed. " Ye 1 re a brick, little feller," Jim whispered. " That was a Happy David, an' a Goliar into the bargin. You've knocked the Ph'listine this time higher nor a kite. ' ' "May it please the Court," said Mr. Cavendish, "I have witnesses here who knew Paul Benedict during all his resi- dence in Sevenoaks, and who are ready to testify that they do not know the person who presents himself here to-day, as the plaintiff in this case. I comprehend the disadvantage at which I stand, with only negative testimony at my command. I know how little value it has, when opposed to such as has been presented here; and while I am convinced that my client is wronged, I shall be compelled, in the end, to accept the identity of the plaintiff as established. If I believed the real Paul Benedict, named in the patents in question, in this case, to be alive, I should be compelled "to fight this question to the end, by every means in my power, but the main question at issue, as to whom the title to these patents rests in, can be decided between my client and a man of straw, as well as between him and the real inventor. That is the first practical issue, and to save the time of the Court, I propose to proceed to its trial ; and first I wish to cross- examine the plaintiff." Mr. Benedict resumed the stand. "Witness, you pretend to be the owner of the patents in question, in this case, and the inventor of the machines, im- plements and processes which they cover, do you?" said Mr. Cavendish. "I object to the form of the question," said Mr. Balfour. " It is an insult to the witness, and a reflection upon the gentle- man's own sincerity, in accepting the identity of the plaintiff." "Very well," said Mr. Cavendish, " since the plaintiffs counsel is so difficult to please ! You are the owner of these patents, are you? " SEVENOAKS. 383 "I am, sir." "You have been insane, have you sir?" " I suppose I have been, sir. I was very ill for a long time, and have no doubt that I suffered from mental alienation." " What is your memory of things that occurred immedi- ately preceding your insanity?" Mr. Benedict and his counsel saw the bearings of this ques- tion, at once, but the witness would no more have lied than he would have stolen, or committed murder. So he answered: "It is very much confused, sir." " Oh, it is ! I thought so L Then you cannot swear to the events immediately preceding your attack ?" "I am afraid I cannot, sir, at least, not in their order or detail." " No ! I thought so ! " said Mr. Cavendish, in his con- temptuous manner, and rasping voice. " I . commend your prudence. Now, witness, if a number of your neighbors should assure you that, on the day before your attack, you did a certain thing, which you do not remember to have done, how should you regard their testimony ? ' ' "If they were credible people, and not unfriendly to me, I should be compelled to believe them." " Why, sir! you are an admirable witness ! I did not an- ticipate such candor. We are getting at the matter bravely. We have your confession, then, that you do not remember distinctly the events that occurred the day before your attack, and -your assertion that you are ready to believe and accept the testimony of credible witnesses in regard to those events." "Yes, sir." " Did you ever know Nicholas Johnson and James Ram- sey ?" ""Yes, sir." " Where did you see them last?" "In Mr. Belcher's library." " On what occasion, or, rather, at what time?'* 384 SEVENOAKS. " I have sad reason to remember both the occasion and the date, sir. Mr. Belcher had determined to get my signature to an assignment, and had brought me to his house on another pretext entirely. I suppose he had summoned these men as witnesses.", " Where are these men now ?" " Unhappily, they are both dead." 11 Yes, unhappily indeed unhappily for my client. Was there anybody else in the room?" " I believe that Phipps, Mr. Belcher's man, was coming and going." "Why, your memory is excellent, is it not? And you re- member the date of this event too ! Suppose you tell us what it was." "It was the 4th of May, 1860." " How confused you must have been!" said Mr. Caven- dish. " These are things that were burnt into my memory," re- sponded the witness. " There were other occurrences that day, of which I have been informed, but of which I have no memory." " Ah, there are ! Well, I shall have occasion to refresh your mind upon still another, before I get through with you. Now, if I should show you an assignment, signed by yourself on the very day you have designated, and also signed by Johnson, Ramsey and Phipps as witnesses, what should you say to it?" " I object to the question. The counsel should show the document to the witness, and then ask his opinion of it," said Mr. Balfour. The Court coincided with Mr. Balfour's view, and ruled accordingly. "Very well," said Mr. Cavendish, "we shall get at that in good time. Now, witness, will you be kind enough to tell me how you remember that all this occurred on the 4th of May, 1860?" SEVEN OAKS. 385 " It happened to be the first anniversary of my wife's death. I went from her grave to Mr. Belcher's house. The day was associated with the saddest and most precious memo- ries of my life." "What an excellent memory !" said Mr. Cavendish; rub- bing his white hands together. " Are you familiar with the signatures of Nicholas Johnson and James Ramsey ?" " I have seen them many times." " Would you recognize them, if I were to show them to you?" " I don't know sir." " Oh ! your memory begins to fail now, does it ? How is it that you cannot remember things with which you were familiar during a series of years, when you were perfectly sane, and yet can remember things so well that happened when your mind was confused ?" Mr. Benedict's mind was getting confused again, and he began to stammer. Mr. Cavendish wondered that, in some way, Mr. Balfour did not come to the relief of his witness, but he sat perfectly quiet, and apparently unconcerned. Mr. Cavendish rummaged among his papers, and withdrew two letters. These he handed to the witness. " Now," said he, "will the witness examine these letters, and tell us whether he recognizes the signatures as genuine ?" Mr. Benedict took the two letters, of which he had already heard through Sam Yates, and very carefully read them. His quick, mechanical eye measured the length and every pecu- liarity of the signatures. He spent so much time upon them that even the court grew impatient. "Take all the time you need, witness," said Mr. Balfour. "All day, of course, if necessary, " responded Mr. Caven- dish raspingly. " I think these are genuine autograph letters, both of them," said Mr. Benedict. " Thank you : now please hand them back to me." " I have special reasons for requesting the Court to impound J 7 386 SEVENOAKS. these letters," said Mr. Balfour. "They will be needed again in the case." "The witness will hand the letters to the clerk," said the judge. Mr. Cavendish was annoyed, but acquiesced gracefully. Then he took up the assignment, and said : "Witness, I hold in my hand a document signed, sealed and witnessed on the 4th day of May, 1860, by which Paul Benedict conveys to Robert Belcher his title to the patents, certified copies of which have been placed in evidence. I want you to examine carefully your own signature, and those of Johnson and Ram- sey. Happily, one of the witnesses is still living, and is ready, not only to swear to his own signature, but to yours and to those of the other witnesses." Mr. Cavendish advanced, and handed Benedict the instru- ment. The inventor opened it, looked it hurriedly through, and then paused at the signatures. After examining them long, with naked eyes, he drew a glass from his pocket, and scrutinized them with a curious, absorbed look, forgetful, ap- parently, where he was. " Is the witness going to sleep?" inquired Mr. Cavendish ; but he did not stir. Mr. Belcher drew a large handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped his red, perspiring face. It was an awful moment to him. Phipps, in his seat, was as pale as a ghost, and sat watching his master. At last Mr. Benedict looked up. He seemed as if he had been deprived of the power of speech. His face was full of pain and fright. "I do not know what to say to this," he said. " Oh, you don't ! I thought you wouldn't ! Still, we should like to know your opinion of the instrument," said Mr. Cavendish. " I don't think you would like to know it, sir," said Bene- dict, quietly. "What does the witness insinuate?" exclaimed the lawyer, jumping to his feet. " No insinuations, sirl" SEVENOAKS. 387 " Insinuations are very apt to breed insinuations," said the Judge, quietly. "The witness has manifested no disinclina- tion to answer your direct questions." "Very well," said Mr. Cavendish. "Is your signature at the foot of that assignment?" "It is not, sir." "Perhaps those are not the signatures of the witnesses," said Mr. Cavendish, with an angry sneer. "Two of them, I have no doubt, are forgeries," responded Mr. Balfour, with an excited voice. Mr. Cavendish knew that it would do no good to manifest an- ger ; so he laughed. Then he sat down by the side of Mr. Belcher, and said something to him, and they both laughed together. "That's all," he said, nodding to the witness. "May it please the Court," said Mr. Balfour, "we got along so well with the question of identity that, with the leave of the defendant's counsel, I propose, in order to save the time of the Court, that we push our inquiries directly into the validity of this assignment. This is the essential ques- tion, and the defendant has only to establish the validity of the instrument to bring the case to an end at once. This done, the suit will be abandoned." "Certainly," said Mr. Cavendish, rising. "I agree to the scheme with the single provision on behalf of the defendant, that he shall not be debarred from his pleading of a denial of profits, in any event." "Agreed," said Mr. Balfour. "Very well," said Mr. Cavendish. " I shall call Cornelius Phipps, the only surviving witness of the assignment." But Cornelius Phipps did not appear when he was called. A second call produced the same result. He was not in the house. ^He was sought for in every possible retreat about the house, but could not be found. Cornelius Phipps had mys- teriously disappeared. After consulting Mr. Belcher, Mr. Cavendish announced that the witness who had been called was essential at the pre- 3 88 SEVENOAKS. sent stage of the case. He thought it possible that in the long confinement of the court-room, Phipps had become sud- denly ill, and gone home. He hoped, for the honor of the plaintiff in the case, that nothing worse had happened, and suggested that the Court adjourn until the following day. And the Court adjourned, amid tumultuous whispering. Mr. Belcher was apparently oblivious of the fact, and sat and stared, until touched upon the shoulder by his counsel, when he rose and walked out upon a world and into an atmosphere that had never before seemed so strange and unreal. CHAPTER XXVII. IN WHICH PHIPPS IS NOT TO BE FOUND, AND THE GENERAL IS CALLED UPON TO DO HIS OWN LYING. AT the. appointed hour on the following morning, the Court resumed its session. The plaintiff and defendant were both in their places, with their counsel, and the witnesses of the previous day were all in attendance. Among the little group of witnesses there were two or three new faces a professional- looking gentleman with spectacles; a thin-faced, carefully- dressed, slender man, with a lordly air, and the bearing of one who carried the world upon his shoulders and did not regard it as much of a burden ; and, last, our old friend Sam Yates. There was an appearance of perplexity and gloom on the countenances of Mr. Cavendish and his client. They were in serious cpnversation, and it was evident that they were in difficulty. Those who knew the occasion of the abrupt ad- journment of the Court on the previous day looked in vain among the witnesses for the face of Phipps. He was not in the room, and, while few suspected the real state of the case, all understood how essential he was to the defendant, in his attempt to establish the genuineness of the assignment. At the opening of the Court, Mr. Cavendish rose to speak. His bold, sharp manner had disappeared. The instrument which he had expected to use had slipped hopelessly out of his hand. He was impotent. " May it please the Court," he said, "the defendant in this case finds himself in a very em- barrassing position this morning. It was known yesterday that Cornelius Phipps, the only surviving witness of the assign- 389 390 SEVENOAKS. nient, mysteriously disappeared at the moment when his tes- timony was wanted. Why and how he disappeared, I cannot tell. He has not yet been found. All due diligence has been exercised to discover him, but without success. I make no charges of foul play, but it is impossible for me, knowing what I know about him his irreproachable character, his faithfulness to my client, and his perfect memory of every, event connected with the execution of the paper in question to avoid the suspicion that he is by some means, and against his will, detained from appearing here this morning. I con- fess, sir, that I was not prepared for this. It is hard to be- lieve that the plaintiff could adopt a measure so desperate as this for securing his ends, and I will not criminate him ; but I protest that the condition in which the defendant is left by this defection, or this forcible detention call it what you will demands the most generous consideration, and compels me to ask the Court for suggestions as to the best course of proceeding. There are now but two men in Court who saw the paper executed, namely, the assignor and the assignee. The former has declared, with an effrontery which I have never seen equalled, that he never signed the document which so unmistakably bears his signature, and that the names of two of the witnesses are forgeries. I do not expect that, in a struggle like this, the testimony of the latter will be accepted, and I shall not stoop to ask it." Mr. Cavendish hesitated, looked appealingly at the Judge, and then slowly took his seat, when Mr. Balfour, without waiting for any suggestions from the Court, rose and said : "I appreciate the embarrassment of the defense) and am quite willing to do all I can to relieve it. His insinuations of foul dealing toward his witness are absurd, of course, and, to save any further trouble, I am willing to receive as a wit- ness, in place of Mr. Phipps, Mr. Belcher himself, and to pledge myself to abide by what he establishes. I can do no more than this, I am sure, and now I challenge him to take the stand." SEVEN OAKS. 39* The Judge watched the defendant and his counsel in their whispered consultation for a few minutes, and then said : "It seems to the Court that the defense can reasonably ask for nothing more than this." Mr. Belcher hesitated. He had not anticipated this turn of the case. There appeared to be no alternative, however, and, at last, he rose with a very red face, and walked to the witness-stand, placing himself just where Mr. Balfour wanted him in a position to be cross-examined. It is useless to rehearse here the story which had been pre- pared for Phipps, and for which Phipps had been prepared. Mr. Belcher swore to all the signatures to the assignment, as having been executed in his presence, on the day correspond- ing with the date of the paper. He was permitted to enlarge upon all the circumstances of the occasion, and to surround the execution of the assignment with the most ingenious plau- sibilities. He told his story with a fine show of candor, and with great directness and clearness, and undoubtedly made a profound impression upon the Court and the jury. Then Mr. Cavendish passed him into the hands of Mr. Balfour. " Well, Mr. Belcher, you have told us a very straight story, but there are a few little matters which I would like to have explained," said Mr. Balfour. "Why, for instance, was your assignment placed on record only a few months ago?" "Because I was not a lawyer, sir," replied Mr. Belcher, delighted that the first answer was so easy and so plausible. " I was not aware that it was necessary, until so informed by Mr. Cavendish." " Was Mr. Benedict's insanity considered hopeless from the first?" "No," replied Mr. Belcher, cheerfully; "we were quite hopeful that we should bring him out of it. ' ' "He had lucid intervals, then." "Yes, sir." "Was that the reason why, the next day after the alleged assignment, you wrote him a letter, urging him to make the 392 SEVENOAKS. assignment, and offering him a royalty for the use of his patents?" "I never wrote any such letter, sir. I never sent him any such letter, sir." /'You sent him to the asylum, did you?" "I co-operated with others, sir, and paid the bills," said Mr. Belcher, with emphasis. " Did you ever visit the asylum when he was there?" "I did, sir." " Did you apply to the superintendent for liberty to secure his signature to a paper?" " I do not remember that I did. It would have been an unnatural thing for me to do. If I did, it was a paper on some subordinate affair. It was some years ago, and the de- tails of the visit did not impress themselves upon my memory." "How did you obtain the letters of Nicholas Johnson and James Ramsey ? I ask this, because they are not addressed to you." " I procured them of Sam Yates, in anticipation of the trial now in progress here. The witnesses were dead, and I thought they would help me in establishing the genuineness of their signatures." "What reason had you to anticipate this trial?" " Well, sir, I am accustomed to providing for all con- ^tingencies. That is the way I was made, sir. It seemed to me quite probable that Benedict, if living, would forget what he had done before his insanity, and that, if he were dead, some friend of his boy would engage in the suit on his behalf. I procured the autographs after I saw his boy in your hands, sir." " So you had not seen these particular signatures at the time when the alleged assignment was made." "No, sir, I had not seen them." "And you simply procured them to use as a defense in a suit which seemed probable, or possible, and which now, indeed, is in progress of trial? " SEVENOAKS. 393 " That is about as clear a statement of the fact as I can make, sir ; " and Mr. Belcher bowed and smiled. "I suppose, Mr. Belcher," said Mr. Balfour, "that it seems, very strange to you that the plaintiff should have for- gotten his signature." " Not at all, sir. On the contrary, I regard it as the most natural thing in the world. I should suppose that a man who had lost his mind once would naturally lose his memory of many things." "That certainly seems reasonable, but how is it that he does not recognize it, even if he does not remember the writing of it? " " I don't know; a man's signature changes with changing habits, I suppose," responded the witness. " You don't suppose that any genuine signature of yours could pass under your eye undetected, do you?" inquired Mr. Balfour. " No, sir, I don't. I'll be frank with you, sir." " Well, now, I'm going to test you. Perhaps other men, who have always been sane, do sometimes forget their own signatures." Mr. Balfour withdrew from his papers a note. Mr. Bel- cher saw it in the distance, and made up his mind that it was the note he had written to the lawyer before the beginning of the suit. The latter folded over the signature so that it might be shown to the witness, independent of the body of the let- ter, and then he stepped to him holding it in his hand, and asked him to declare it either a genuine signature or a forgery. "That's-my sign manual, sir." " You are sure ? " " I know it, sir." "Very well," said Mr. Balfour, handing the letter to the clerk to be marked. " You are right, I have no doubt, and I believe this is all I want of you, for the present." " And now, may it please the Court," said Mr. Balfour, " I have some testimony to present in rebuttal of that of the 17* 394 SEVENOAKS. defendant. I propose, practically, to finish up this case with it, and to show that the story to which you have listened is false in every particular. First, I wish to present the testimony of Dr. Charles Bar- hydt." At the pronunciation of his name, the man in specta- cles arose, and advanced to the witness-stand. "What is your name?" inquired Mr. Balfour. "Charles Barhydt." " What is your profession ?" " I am a physician." - " You have an official position, I believe." "Yes, sir; I have for fifteen years been the superintendent of the State Asylum for the insane. ' ' " Do you recognize the plaintiff in this case, as a former patient in the asylum?" "I do, sir." "Was he ever visited by the defendant while in your care?" "He was, sir." " Did the defendant endeavor to procure his signature to any document while he was in the asylum?" "He did, sir." " Did he apply to you for permission to get this signature, and did he importunately urge you to give him this permis- sion?" "He did, sir." " Did you read this document?" "I did, sir." " Do you remember what it was?" " Perfectly, in a general way. It was an assignment of a number of patent rights and sundry machines, implements and processes." Mr. Balfour handed to the witness the assignment, and then said: "Be kind enough to look that through, and tell us whether you ever saw it before." After reading the document through, the Doctor said: SEVENOAKS. 395 " This is the identical paper which Mr. Belcher showed me, or a very c^se copy of it. Several of the patents named here I remember distinctly, for I read the paper carefully, with a professional purpose. I was curious to know what had been the mental habits of my patient." " But you did not give the defendant liberty to procure the signature of the patentee?" " I did not. I refused to do so on the ground that he was not of sound mind that he was not a responsible per- son." "When was this?" " I have no record of the date, but it was after the 12th of May, 1860 the date of Mr. Benedict's admission to the asylum. ' ' "That is all," said Mr. Balfo.ur. Mr. Cavendish tried to cross-examine, but without any result, except to emphasize the direct testimony, though he tried persistently to make the witness remember that, while Mr. Belcher might have shown him the assignment, and that he read it for the purpose which he had stated, it was another paper to which he had wished to secure the patient's signature. Samuel Yates was next called. " You are a member of our profession, I believe," said Mr. Balfour. " I am, sir." " Have you ever been in the service of the defendant in this case ?' ' " Yes, sir." " What have you done for him?" " I worked many months in the endeavor to ascertain whether Paul Benedict was living or dead." " It isn't essential that we should go into that; and as the defendant has testified that he procured the autograph letters which are in the possession of the Court from you, I presume you will corroborate his testimony." " He did procure them of me, sir." 396 SEVEN OAKS. " Did he inform you of the purpose to which he wished to put them?" " He did, sir. He said that he wished to verify some signa- tures. ' ' " Were you ever employed in his library at Sevenoaks, by his agent?" " Yes, sir, I wrote there for several weeks." " May it please the Court, I have a letter in my hand, the genuineness of whose signature has been recognized by the defendant, written by Robert Belcher to Paul Benedict, which, as it has a direct bearing upon the case, I beg the privilege of placing in evidence. It was written the next day after the date of the alleged assignment, and came inclosed from Benedict's hands to mine." Mr. Belcher evidently recalled the letter, for he sat limp in his chair, like a man stunned. A fierce quarrel then arose between the counsel concerning the admission of the letter. The Judge examined it, and said that he could see no reason why it should not be admitted. Then Mr. Balfour read the following note : "SEVENOAKS, May 5, 1860. 11 Dear Benedict: I am glad to know that you are better. Since you distrust my pledge that I will give you a reasonable share of the profits on the use of your patents, I will go to your house this afternoon, with witnesses, and have an inde- pendent paper prepared, to be signed by myself, after the assignment is executed, which will give you a definite claim upon me for royalty. We will be there at four o'clock. ' ' Yours, ROBERT BELCHER. ' ' " Mr. Yates," said Mr. Balfour, "have you ever seen this letter before?" Yates took the letter, looked it over, and then said: "I have, sir. I found the letter in a drawer of the library-table, in Mr. Belcher's house at Sevenoaks. I delivered it unopened to the man to whom it was addressed, leaving him to decide SEVENOAKS. 397 the question as to whether it belonged to him or the writer. I had no idea of its contents at the time, but became ac- quainted with them afterwards, for I was present at the open- ing of the letter." "That is all," said Mr. Balfour. "So you stole this letter, did you?" inquired Mr. Ca- vendish. " I found it while in Mr. Belcher's service, and took it per- sonally to the man to whom it was addressed, as he apparently had the best right to it. I am quite willing to return it to the writer, if it is decided that it belongs to him. I had no selfish end to serve in the affair." Here the Judge interposed. " The Court," said he, " finds this letter in the hands of the plaintiff, delivered by a man who at the time was in the employ of the defendant, and had "the contents of the room in his keeping. The paper has a direct bearing on the case, and the Court will not go back of the facts stated." Mr. Cavendish sat down and consulted his client. Mr. Belcher was afraid of Yates. The witness, not only knew too much concerning his original intentions, but he was a lawyer who, if questioned too closely and saucily, would certainly manage to bring in facts to his disadvantage. Yates had already damaged him sadly, and Mr. Belcher felt that it would not do to provoke a re-direct examination. So, after a whis- pered colloquy with his counsel, the latter told the witness that he was done with him. Then Mr. Belcher and his counsel conversed again for some time, when Mr. Balfour rose and said, addressing the Court : "The defendant and his counsel evidently need time for consultation, and, as there is a little preliminary work to be done before I present another witness, I suggest that the Court take a recess of an hour. In the meantime, I wish to secure photographic copies of the signatures of the two auto- graph letters, and of the four signatures of the assignment. I ask the Court to place these documents in the keeping of 398 SEVENOAKS. an officer, to be used for this purpose, in an adjoining room, where I have caused a photographic apparatus to be placed, and where a skillful operator is now in waiting. I ask this privilege, as it is essential to a perfect demonstration of the character of the document on which the decision of this case must turn." The Judge acceded to Mr. Balfour's request, both in re- gard to the recess and the use of the paper, and the assembly broke up into little knots of earnest talkers, most of whom manifested no desire to leave the building. Mr. Cavendish approached Mr. Balfour, and asked for a private interview. When they had retired to a lobby, he said : "You are not to take any advantage of this conversa- tion. I wish to talk in confidence." "Very well," said Mr. Balfour. "My client," said Cavendish, "is in a devilish bad box. His principal witness has run away, his old friends all turn against him, and circumstantial evidence doesn't befriend him. I have advised him to stop this suit right here, and make a compromise. No one wants to kill the General. He's a sharp man, but he is good-natured, and a useful citizen. He can handle these patents better than Benedict can, and make money enough for both of them. What could Benedict do if he had the patents in his hands ? He's a simpleton. He's a nobody. Any man capable of carrying on his busi- ness would cheat him out of his eye-teeth. ' ' " I am carrying on his business, myself, just at this time," remarked Mr. Balfour, seriously. " That's all right, of course ; but you know that you and I can settle this business better for these men than they can settle it for themselves." "I'll be frank with you," said Mr. Balfour. " I am not one who regards Robert Belcher as a good-natured man and a useful citizen, and I, for one to use your own phrase- want to kill him. He has preyed upon the public for ten years, and I owe a duty not only to my client but to society. SEVENOAKS. 399 I understand how good a bargain I could make with him at this point, but I will make no bargain with him. He is an unmitigated scoundrel, and he will only go out of this Court to be arrested for crime ; and I do not expect to drop him until I drop him into a Penitentiary, where he can reflect upon his forgeries at leisure." " Then, you refuse any sort of a compromise." " My dear sir/' said Mr. Balfour, warmly, " do you sup- pose I can give a man a right to talk of terms who is in my hands? Do you suppose I can compromise with crime ? You know I can't." " Very well let it go. I suppose I must go through with it. You understand that this conversation is confidential." " I do: and you?" "Oh, certainly!" CHAPTER XXVIII. IN WHICH A HEAVENLY WITNESS APPEARS WHO CANNOT 'BE CROSS- EXAMINED, AND BEFORE WHICH THE DEFENSE UTTERLY BREAKS DOWN. AT the re-assembling of the Court, a large crowd had come in. Those who had heard the request of Mr. Balfour had reported what was going on, and, as the promised testimony seemed to involve some curious features, the court-room pre- sented the most crowded appearance that it had worn since the beginning of the trial. Mr. Belcher had grown old during the hour. His con- sciousness of guilt, his fear of exposure, the threatened loss of his fortune, and the apprehension of a retribution of dis- grace were sapping his vital forces, minute by minute. All the instruments that .he had tried to use for his own base purposes were turned against himself. The great world that had glittered around the successful man was growing dark, and, what was worse, there were none to pity him. He had lived for himself; and now, in his hour of trouble, no one was true to him, no one loved him not even his wife and children ! He gave a helpless, hopeless sigh, as Mr. Balfour called to the witness stand Prof. Albert Timms. Prof. Timms was the man already described among the three new witnesses, as the one who seemed to be conscious of bearing the world upon his shoulders, and to find it so in- considerable a burden. He advanced to the stand with the air of one who had no stake in the contest. His impartiality came from indifference. He had an opportunity to show his knowledge and his skill, and he delighted in it. 400 SEVEN OAKS. 401 "What is your name, witness?" inquired Mr. Balfour. "Albert Timms, at your service." "What is your calling, sir?" "I have at present the charge of a department in the School of Mines. My specialties are chemistry and micro- scopy." "You are specially acquainted with these branches of natural science, then." " I am, sir." " Have you been regarded as an expert in the detection of forgery?" "I have been called as such in many cases of the kind, sir." " Then you have had a good deal of experience in such things, and in the various tests by which such matters are de- termined?" "I have, sir." " Have you examined the assignment and the autograph letters which have been in your hands during the recess of the Court?" " I have, sir." " Do you know either the plaintiff or the defendant in this case?" "I do not, sir. I never saw either of them until to-day." " Has any one told you about the nature of these papers, so as to prejudice your mind in regard to any of them ?" " No, sir. I have not exchanged a word with any one in regard to them." " What is your opinion of the two letters?' " That they are veritable autographs." " How do you judge this ?" " From the harmony of the signatures with the text of the body of the letters, by the free and natural shaping and inter- flowing of the lines, and by a general impression of truthful- ness which it is very difficult to communicate in words." "What do you think of the signatures to the assignment?" "I think they are all counterfeits but one." 402 SEVENOAKS. " Prof. Timms, this is a serious matter. You should be very sure of the truth of a statement like this. You say you think they are counterfeits : why ?' ' "If the papers can be handed to me," said the witness, " I will show what leads me to think so." The papers were handed to him, and, placing the letters on the bar on which he had been leaning, he drew from his pocket a little rule, and laid it lengthwise along the signature of Nicholas Johnson. Having recorded the measurement, he next took the corresponding name on the assignment. " I find the name of Nicholas Johnson of exactly the same length on the assignment that it occupies on the letter," said he. " Is that a suspicious circumstance?" " It is, and, moreover," (going on with his measurements) " there is not the slightest variation between the two signa- tures in the length of a letter. Indeed, to the naked eye, one signature is the counterpart of the other, in every char- acteristic." " How do you determine, then, that it is anything but a genuine signature?" " The imitation is too nearly perfect." " How can that be ?" " Well ; no man writes his signature twice alike. There is not one chance in a million that he will do so, without definitely attempting to do so, and then he will be obliged to use certain appliances to guide him." " Now will you apply the same test to the other signature ?" Prof. Timms went carefully to work again with his measure. He examined the form of every letter in detail, and com- pared it with its twin, and declared, at the close of his ex- amination, that he found the second name as close a counter- feit as the first. " Both names on the assignment, then, are exact fac-similes of the names on the autograph letters," said Mr. Balfour. " They are, indeed, sir quite wonderful reproductions." SEVENOAKS. 403 " The work must have been done, then, by a very skillful man," said Mr. Balfour. The professor shook his head pityingly. " Oh, no, sir," he said. " None but bunglers ever undertake a job like this. Here, sir, are two forged signatures. If one genuine signature, standing alone, has one chance in a million of being exactly like any previous signature of the writer, two standing to- gether have not one chance in ten millions of being exact fac -similes of two others brought together by chance. "How were these fac-similes produced?" inquired Mr. Balfour. "They could only have been produced by tracing first with a pencil, directly over the signature to be counterfeited." "Well, this seems very reasonable, but have you any fur- ther tests?" " Under this magnifying glass," said the professor, push- ing along his examination at the same time, "I see a marked difference between the signatures on the two papers, which is not apparent to the naked eye. The letters of the genuine autograph have smooth, unhesitating lines ; those of the counterfeits present certain minute irregularities that are in- separable from pains-taking and slow execution. Unless the Court and the jury are accustomed to the use of a glass, and to examinations of this particular character, they will hardly be able to see just what I describe, but I have an experiment which will convince them that I am right." "Can you perform this experiment here, and now?" " I can, sir, provided the Court will permit me to establish the necessary conditions. I must darken the room, and as I notice that the windows are all furnished with shutters, the matter may be very quickly and easily accomplished." " Will you describe the nature of your experiment ? " "Well, sir, during the recess of the Court, I have had photographed upon glass all the signatures. These, with the aid of a solar microscope, I can project upon the wall behind the jury, immensely enlarged, so that the peculiarities I have 404 SEVEN OAKS. described may be detected by every eye in the house, with others, probably, if the sun remains bright and strong, that I have not alluded to." "The experiment will be permitted," said the judge, "and the officers and the janitor will give the Professor all the as~ sistance he needs." Gradually, as the shutters were closed, the room grew dark, and the faces of Judge, Jury and the anxious-looking parties within the bar grew weird and wan among the shadows. A strange silence and awe descended upon the crowd. The great sun in heaven was summoned as a witness, and the sun would not lie. A voice was to speak to them from a hundred millions of miles away a hundred millions of miles near the realm toward which men' looked when they dreamed of the Great White Throne. They felt as a man might feel, were he conscious, in the darkness of the tomb, when waiting for the trump of the resurrection and the breaking of the everlasting day. Men heard their own hearts beat, like the tramp of trooping hosts; yet there was one man who was glad of the darkness. To him the judgment day had come ; and the closing shutters were the rocks that covered him. He could see and not be seen. He could behold his own shame and not be conscious that five hundred eyes were upon him. All attention was turned to the single pair of shutters not entirely closed. Outside of these, the professor had es- tablished his heliostat, and then gradually, by the aid of drapery, he narrowed down the entrance of light to a little aperture where a single silver bar entered and pierced the darkness like a spear. Then this was closed by the insertion of his microscope, and, leaving his apparatus in the hands of an assistant, he felt his way back to his old position. " May it please the Court, I am ready for the experiment," he said. " The witness will proceed," said the judge. " There will soon appear upon the wall, above the heads of SEVENOAKS. 40.5 the Jury," said Prof. Timms, "the genuine signature of Nicholas Johnson, as it has been photographed from the auto- graph letter. I wish the Judge an4 Jury to notice two things in this signature the cleanly-cut edges of the letters, and the two lines of indentation produced by the two prongs of the pen, in its down-stroke. They will also notice that, in the up-stroke of the pen, there is no evidence of indentation whatever. At the point where the up-stroke begins, and the down-stroke ends, the lines of indentation will come together and cease." As he spoke the last word, the name swept through the darkness over an unseen track, and appeared upon the wall, within a halo of amber light. All eyes saw it, and all found the characteristics that had been predicted. The professor said not a word. There was not a whisper in the room. When a long minute had passed, the light was shut off. " Now," said the professor, "I will show you in the same place, the name of Nicholas Johnson, as it has been photo- graphed from the signatures to the assignment. What I wish you to notice particularly in this signature is, first, the rough and irregular edges of the lines which constitute the letters. They will be so much magnified as to present very much the appearance of a Virginia fence. Second, another peculiarity which ought to be shown in the experiment one which has a decided bearing upon the character of the signature. If the light continues strong, you will be able to detect it. The lines of indentation made by the two prongs of the pen will be evident, as in the real signature. I shall be disappointed if there do not also appear a third line, formed by the pencil which originally traced the letters, and this line will not only accompany, in an irregular way, crossing from side to side, the two indentations of the down-strokes of the pen, but it will accompany irregularly the hair-lines. I speak of this latter peculiarity with some doubt, as the instrument I use is not the best which science now has at its command for this purpose, though competent under perfect conditions. ' ' 406 SEVEN OAKS. He paused, and then the forged signatures appeared upon the wall. There was a universal burst of admiration, and then all grew still as if Jhose who had given way to their feelings were suddenly stricken with the consciousness that they were witnessing a drama in which divine forces were playing a part. There were the ragged, jagged edges of the letters ; there was the supplementary line, traceable in every part of them. There was man's lie revealed, defined, con- victed by God's truth ! The letters lingered, and the room seemed almost sensibly to sink in^ the awful silence. Then the stillness was broken by a deep voice. What lips it came from, no one knew, for all the borders of the room were as dark as night. It seemed, as it echoed from side to side, to come from every part of the house: " Mene, mene, tekel upharsin!" Such was the effect of these words upon the eager and excited, yet thoroughly solemnized crowd, that when the shutters were thrown open, they would hardly have been surprised to see the bar covered with golden goblets and bowls of wassail, surrounded by lordly revellers and half-nude women, with the stricken Bel- shazzar at the head of the feast. Certainly Belshazzar, on his night of doom, could hardly have presented a more pitiful front than Robert Belcher, as all eyes were turned upon him. His face was haggard, his chin had dropped upon his breast, and he reclined in his chair like one on whom the plague had laid its withering hand. There stood Prof. Timms in his triumph. His experiment had proved to be a brilliant success, and that was all he cared for. "You have not shown us the other signatures," said Mr. Balfour. " False in one thing, false in all," responded the professor, shrugging his shoulders. " I can show you the others; they would be like this; you would throw away your time." Mr. Cavendish did not look at the witness, but pretended to write. SEVENOAKS. 407 " Does the counsel for the defense wish to question the witness?" inquired Mr. Balfour, turning to him. " No," very sharply. "You can step down," said Mr. Balfour. As the witness passed him, he quietly grasped his hand and thanked him. A poorly suppressed cheer ran around the court-room as he re- sumed his seat. Jim Fenton, who had never before witnessed an experiment like that which, in the professor's hands, had been so successful, was anxious to make some personal demon- stration of his admiration. Restrained from this by his sur- roundings, he leaned over and whispered: " Perfessor, you've did a big thing, but it's the fust time I ever knowed any good to come from peekin' through a key-hole." " Thank you," and the professor nodded sidewise, evi- dently desirous of shutting Jim off, but the latter wanted fur- ther conversation. "Was it you that said it was mean to tickle yer parson?" inquired Jim. " What ?" said the astonished professor, looking round in spite of himself. " Didn't you say it was mean to tickle yer parson ? It sounded more like a furriner," said Jim. When the professor realized the meaning that had been at- tached by Jim to the " original Hebrew," he was taken with what seemed to be a nasal hemorrhage that called for his immediate retirement from the court-room. What was to be done next ? All eyes were turned upon the counsel who were in earnest conversation. Too evidently the defense had broken down utterly. Mr. Cavendish was angry, and Mr. Belcher sat beside him like a man who ex- pected every moment to be smitten in the face, and who would not be able to resent the blow. " May it please the Court," said Mr. Cavendish, " it is impossible, of course, for counsel to know what impression this testimony has made upon the Court and the jury. Dr. Barhydt, after a lapse of years, and dealings with thousands 408 SEVENOAKS. of patients, comes here and testifies to~"an occurrence which my client's testimony makes impossible ; a sneak discovers a letter which may have been written on the third or the fifth of May, 1860 it is very easy to make a mistake in the figure, and this stolen letter, never legitimately delivered, possibly never intended to be delivered under any circumstances is produced here in evidence ; and, to crown all, we have had the spectacular drama in a single act by a man who has ap- pealed to the imaginations of us all, and who, by his skill in the management of an experiment with which none of us are familiar, has found it easy to make a falsehood appear like the truth. The counsel for the plaintiff has been pleased to con- sider the establishment or the breaking down of the assign- ment as the practical, question at issue. I cannot so regard it. The question is, whether my client is to be deprived of the fruits of long years of enterprise, economy and industry ; for it is to be remembered that, by the plaintiff's own show- ing, the defendant was a rich man when he first knew him. I deny the profits from the use of the plaintiff's patented in- ventions, and call upon him to prove them. I not only call upon him to prove them, but I defy him to prove them. It will take something more than superannuated doctors, stolen letters and the performances of a mountebank to do this." This speech, delivered with a sort of frenzied bravado, had a wonderful effect upon Mr. Belcher. He straightened in his chair, and assumed his old air of self-assurance. He could sympathize in any game of " bluff," and when it came down to a square fight for money his old self came back to him. During the little speech of Mr. Cavendish, Mr. Balfour was writing, and when the former sat down, the latter rose, and, addressing the Court, said : " I hold in my hand a written notice, calling upon the defendant's counsel to produce in Court a little book in the possession of his client entitled * Records of profits and investments of profits from manu- factures under the Benedict patents,' and I hereby serve it upon him." SEVEN OAKS. 409 Thus saying, he handed the letter to Mr. Cavendish, wlv received and read it. Mr. Cavendish consulted his client, and then rose and said : " May it please the Court, there is no such book in existence." "I happen to know," rejoined Mr. Balfour, "that there is such a book in existence, unless it has recently been de- stroyed. This I stand ready to prove by the testimony of Helen Dillingham, the sister of the plaintiff." "The witness can be called," said the judge. Mrs. Dillingham looked paler than on the day before, as she voluntarily lifted her veil, and advanced to the stand. She had dreaded the revelation of her own treachery toward the treacherous proprietor, but she had sat and heard him perjure himself, until her own act, which had been performed on behalf of justice, became one of which she could hardly be ashamed. "Mrs. Dillingham," said Mr. Balfour, " have you been on friendly terms with the defendant in this case?" "I have, sir," she answered. " He has been a frequent visitor at my house, and I have visited his family at his own." " Was he aware that the plaintiff was your brother?" " He was not." "Has he, from the first, made a confidant of you?" "In some things yes." " Do you know Harry Benedict the plaintiff's son?" "I do, sir." " How long have you known him?" " I made his acquaintance soon after he came to reside with you, sir, in the city." " Did you seek his acquaintance ? " "I did, sir." " From what motive ? " " Mr. Belcher wished me to do it, in order to ascertain of him whether his father were living or dead." " You did not then know that the lad was your nephew ? " 18 4 io SEVENOAKS. " I did not, sir. 1 " Have you ever told Mr. Belcher that your brother was alive?" " I told him that Paul Benedict was alive, at the last inter- view but one that I ever had with him." " Did he give you at this interview any reason for his great anxiety to ascertain the facts as to Mr. Benedict's life or death?" "He did, sir." "Was there any special occasion for the visit you allude to?" " I think there was, sir. He had just lost heavily in Inter- national Mail, and evidently came in to talk about business. At any rate, he did talk about it, as he had never done before." " Can you give us the drift or substance of his conversation and statements? " " Well, sir, he assured me that he had not been shaken by his losses, said that he kept his manufacturing business en- tirely separate from his speculations, gave me a history of the manner in which my brother's inventions had come into his hands, and, finally, showed me a little account book, in which he had recorded his profits from manufactures under what he called the Benedict Patents." " Did you read this book, Mrs. Dillingham ? " "I did, sir." " Every word ? " " Every word." " Did you hear me serve a notice on the defendant's coun- sel to produce this book in Court ? " "I did, sir." " In that notice did I give the title of the book correctly?" " You did, sir." " Was this book left in your hands for a considerable length of time?" "It was. sir. for several hours." SEVENOAKS. 4 n " Did you copy it? " " I did, sir, every word of it." " Are you sure that you made a correct copy ? " " I verified it, sir, item by item, again and again." " Can you give me any proof corroborative of your state- ment that this book has been in your hands ? " " I can, sir." "What is it?" " A letter from Mr. Belcher, asking me to deliver the book to his man Phipps. " "Is that the letter?" inquired Mr. Balfour, passing the note into her hands. " It is, sir." " May it please the Court," said Mr. Balfour, turning to the Judge, "the copy of this account-book is in my possession, and if the defendant persists in refusing to produce the original, I shall ask the privilege of placing it in evidence." During the examination of this witness, the defendant and his counsel sat like men overwhelmed. Mr. Cavendish was angry with his client, who did not even hear the curses which were whispered in his ear. The latter had lost not only his money, but the woman whom he loved. The perspiration stood in glistening beads upon his forehead. Once he put his head down upon the table before him, while his frame was convulsed with an uncontrollable passion. He held it there until Mr. Cavendish touched him, when he rose and staggered to a pitcher of iced water upon the bar, and drank a long draught. The exhibition of his pain was too terrible to ex- cite in the beholders any emotion lighter than pity. The Judge looked at Mr. Cavendish who was talking angrily with his client. After waiting for a minute or two, he said : " Unless the original of this book be produced, the Court will be obliged to admit the copy. It was made by one who had it in custody from the owner's hands." "I was not aware," said Mr. Cavendish fiercely, "that a crushing conspiracy like this against my client could be car- 4 i2 SEVENOAKS. ried on in any court of the United States, under judicial sanction." "The counsel must permit the Court," said the Judge calmly, " to remind him that it is so far generous toward his disappointment and discourtesy as to refrain from punishing him for contempt, and to warn him against any repetition of his offense." Mr. Cavendish sneered in the face of the Judge, but held his tongue, while Mr. Balfour presented and read the contents of the document. All of Mr. Belcher's property at Seven- oaks, his rifle manufactory, the goods in Talbot's hands, and sundry stocks and bonds came into the enumeration, with the enormous foreign deposit, which constituted the General's " anchor to windward." It was a handsome showing. Judge, jury and spectators were startled by it, and were helped to understand, better than they had previously done, the magni- tude of the stake for which the defendant had played his des- perate game, and the stupendous power of the temptation before which he had been led to sacrifice both his honor and his safety. Mr. Cavendish went over to Mr. Balfour, and they held a long conversation, sotto voce. Then Mrs. Dillingham was informed that she could step down, as she would not be wanted for cross-examination. Mr. Belcher had so persistently lied to his counsel, and his case had become so utterly hope- less, that even Cavendish practically gave it up. Mr. Balfour then addressed the Court, and said that it had been agreed between himself and Mr. Cavendish, in order to save the time of the Court, that the case should be given to the jury by the Judge, without presentation or argument of counsel. The Judge occupied a few minutes in recounting the evi- dence, and presenting the issue, and without leaving their seats the jury rendered a verdict for the whole amount of damages claimed. ^he bold, vain-glorious proprietor was a ruined man. The SEVEN OAKS. 413 consciousness of power had vanished. The law had grappled with him, shaken him once, and dropped him. He had had a hint from his counsel of Mr. Balfour's intentions, and knew that the same antagonist would wait but a moment to pounce upon him again, and shake the life out of him. It was curious to see how, not only in his own consciousness, but in his ap- pearance, he degenerated into a very vulgar sort of scoundrel. In leaving the Court-room, he skulked by the happy group that surrounded the inventor, not even daring to lift his eyes to Mrs. Dillingham. When he was rich and powerful, with such a place in society as riches and power commanded, he felt himself to be the equal of any woman,; but he had been degraded and despoiled in the presence of his idol, and knew that he was measurelessly and hopelessly removed from her. He was glad to get away from the witnesses of his disgrace, and the moment he passed the door, he ran rapidly down the stairs, and emerged upon the street. CHAPTER XXIX. WHEREIN MR. BELCHER, HAVING EXHIBITED HIS DIRTY RECORD, SHOWS A CLEAN PAIR OF HEELS. THE first face that Mr. Belcher met upon leaving the Court- House was that of Mr. Talbot. '' Get into my coupe," said Talbot. " I will take you home." Mr. Belcher got into the coupe quickly, as if he were hiding from some pursuing danger. "Home!" said he, huskily, and in a whimpering voice. " Home ! Good God ! I wish I knew where it was." " What's the matter, General? How has the case gone?" " Gone ? Haven't you been in the house?" " No ; how has it gone ?" " Gone to hell," said Mr. Belcher, leaning over heavily upon Talbot, and whispering it in his ear. " Not so bad as that, I hope," said Talbot, pushing him off. "Toll," said the suffering man, "haven't I always used you well ? You are not going to turn against the General ? You've made a good thing out of him, Toll." "What's happened, General? Tell me." " Toll, you'll be shut up to-morrow. Play your cards right. Make friends with the mammon of unrighteousness." Talbot sat and thought very fast. He saw that there was serious trouble, and questioned whether he were not compro- mising himself. Still, the fact that the General had enriched him, determined him to stand by his old principal as far as he could, consistently with his own safety. "What can I do for you, General?" he said. 414 SEVENOAKS. 415 " Get me out of the city. Get me off to Europe. You know I have funds there." "I'll do what I can, General." "You" re a jewel, Toll." "By the way," said Talbot, "the Crooked Valley corpo- ration held its annual meeting to-day. You are out, and they have a new deal." " They'll find out something to-morrow, Toll. It all comes together." When the coupe drove up at Palgrave's Folly, and the General alighted, he found one of his brokers on the steps, with a pale face. " What's the matter?" said Mr. Belcher. "The devil's to pay." "I'm glad of it," said he. " I hope you'll get it all out of him." " It's too late for joking," responded the man seriously. " We want to see you at once. You've been over- reached in this matter of the Air Line, and you've got some very ugly accounts to settle." " I'll be down to-morrow early," said the General. " We want to see you to-night," said the broker. "Very well, come here at nine o'clock." Then the broker went away, and Mr. Belcher and Mr. Talbot went in. They ascended to the library, and there, in a few minutes, arranged their plans. Mrs. Belcher was not to be informed of them, but was to be left to get the news of her husband's overthrow after his departure. " Sarah's been a good wife, Toll," he said, "but she was unequally yoked with an unbeliever and hasn't been happy for a good many years. I hope you'll look after her a little, Toll. Save something for her, if you can. Of course, she'll have to leave here, and it Avon't trouble her much." At this moment the merry voices of his children came through an opening door. The General gave a great gulp in the endeavor to swallow his emotion. After all, there was a tender spot in him. 4i 6 SEVENOAKS. "Toll, shut the door; I can't stand that. Poor little devils! What's going to become of them ?" The General was busy with his packing. In half an hour his arrangements were completed. Then Talbot went to one of the front rooms of the house, and, looking from the window, saw a man talking with the driver of his coupe. It was an officer. Mr. Belcher peeped through the curtain, and knew him. What was to be done ? A plan of escape was immediately made and executed. There was a covered passage into the stable from the rear of the house, and through that both the proprietor and Talbot made their way. Now that Phipps had left him, Mr. Belcher had but a single servant who could drive. He was told to prepare the horses at once, and to make himself ready for service. After everything was done, but the opening of the doors, Talbot went back through the house, and, on appearing at the front door of the man- sion, was met by the officer, who inquired for Mr. Belcher. Mr. Talbot let him in, calling for a servant at the same time, and went out and closed the door behind him. Simultaneously with this movement, the stable-doors flew open, and the horses sprang out upon the street, and were half a mile on their way to one of the upper ferries, leading to Jersey City, before the officer could get an answer to his inquiries for Mr. Belcher. Mr. Belcher had been there only five minutes before, but he had evidently gone out. He would certainly be back to dinner. So the officer waited until convinced that his bird had flown, and until the proprietor was across the river in search of a comfortable bed among the obscure hotels of the town. It had been arranged that Talbot should secure a state- room on the Aladdin to sail on the following day, and make an arrangement with the steward to admit Mr. Belcher to it on his arrival, and assist in keeping him from sight. M.T. Belcher sent back his carriage by the uppermost ferry, ate a wretched dinner, and threw himself upon his bed, where he tossed his feverish limbs until day-break. It was a night SEVENOAKS. 417 thronged with nervous fears. He knew that New York would resound with his name on the following day. Could he reach his state-room on the Aladdin without being dis- covered? He resolved to try it early the next morning, though he knew the steamer would not sail until noon. Ac- cordingly, as the day began to break, he rose and looked out of his dingy window. The milk-men only were stirring. At the lower end of the street he could see masts, and the pipes of the great steamers, and a ferry-boat crossing to get its first batch of passengers for an early train. Then a wretched man walked under his window, looking for something, hoping, after the accidents of the evening, to find money for his breakfast. Mr. Belcher dropped him a dollar, and the man looked up and said feebly : " May God bless you, sir !" This little benediction was received gratefully. It would do to start on. He felt his way down stairs, called for his reckoning, and when, after an uncomfortable and vexatious delay, he had found a sleepy, half-dressed man to receive his money, he went out upon the street, satchel in hand, and walked rapidly toward the slip where the Aladdin lay asleep. Talbot's money had done its work well, and the fugitive had only to make himself known to the officer in charge to secure an immediate entrance into the state-room that had been purchased for him. He shut to the door and locked it ; then he took off his clothes and went to bed. Mr. Belcher's entrance upon the vessel had been observed by a policeman, but, though it was an unusual occurrence, the fact that he was received showed that he had been expected. As the policeman was soon relieved from duty, he gave the matter no farther thought, so that Mr. Belcher had practically made the passage from his library to his state-room unob- served. After the terrible excitements of the two preceding days, and the sleeplessness of the night, Mr. Belcher with the first sense of security fell into a heavy slumber. All through the morning there were officers on the vessel who knew that he 18* 4i 8 SEVENOAKS. was wanted, but his state-room had been engaged for an in- valid lady, and the steward assured the officers that she was in the room, and was not to be disturbed. The first consciousness that came to the sleeper was with the first motion of the vessel as she pushed out from her dock. He rose and dressed, and found himself exceedingly hungry. There was nothing to do, however, but to wait. The steamer would go down so as to pass the bar at high tide, and lay to for the mails and the latest passengers, to be brought down the bay by a tug. He knew that he could not step from his hiding until the last policeman had left the vessel, with the casting off of its tender, and so sat and watched from the little port-hole which illuminated his room the panorama of the Jersey and the Staten Island shores. His hard, exciting life was retiring. He was leaving his foul reputation, his wife and children, his old pursuits and his fondly cherished idol behind him. He was leaving dan- ger behind. He was leaving Sing Sing behind ! He had all Europe, with plenty of money, before him. His spirits began to rise. He even took a look into his mirror, to be a witness of his own triumph. At four o'clock, after the steamer had lain at anchor for two or three hours, the tug arrived, and as his was the leeward side of the vessel, she unloaded her passengers upon the steamer where he could see them. There were no faces that he knew, and he was relieved. He heard a great deal of tramping about the decks, and through the cabin. Once, two men came into the little passage into which his door opened. He heard his name spoken, and the whispered assurance that his room was occupied by a sick woman ; and then they went away. At last, the orders were given to cast off the tug. He saw the anxious looks of officers as they slid by his port-hole, and then he realized that he was free. The anchor was hoisted, the great engine lifted itself to its mighty task, and the voyage was begun. They had gone SEVENOAKS. 419 down a mile, perhaps, when Mr. Belcher came out of his state-room. Supper was not ready would not be ready for an hour. He took a hurried survey of the passengers, none of whom he knew. They were evidently gentle-folk, mostly from inland cities, who were going to Europe for pleasure. He was glad to see that he attracted little attention. He sat down on deck, and took up a newspaper which a passenger had left behind him. The case of " Benedict vs. Belcher " absorbed three or four columns, besides a column of editorial comment, in which the General's character and his crime were painted with a free hand and in startling colors. Then, in the financial column, he found a record of the meeting of the Crooked Valley Cor- poration, to which was added the statement that suspicions were abroad that the retiring President had been guilty of criminal irregularities in connection with the bonds of the Company irregularities which would immediately become a matter of official investigation. There was also an account of his operations in Muscogee Air Line, and a rumor that he had fled from the city, by some of the numerous out-going lines of steamers, and that steps had already been taken to head him off at every possible point of landing in this country and Europe. This last rumor was not calculated to increase his appetite, or restore his self-complacency and self-assurance. He looked all these accounts over a second time, in a cursory way, and was about to fold the paper, so as to hide or destroy it, when his eye fell upon a column of foreign despatches. He had never been greatly interested in this department of his news- paper, but now that he was on his way to Europe, they as- sumed a new significance ; and, beginning at the top, he read them through. At the foot of the column, he read the words : " Heavy Failure of a Banking House ; " and his at- tention was absorbed at once by the item which followed : " The House of Tempin Brothers, of Berlin, has gone down. The failure is said to be utterly disastrous, even the 420 SEVENOAKS. special deposits in the hands of the house having been used. The House was a favorite with Americans, and the failure will inevitably produce great distress among those who are traveling for pleasure. The house is said to have no assets, and the members are not to be found." Mr. Belcher's "Anchor to windward" had snapped its cable, and he was wildly afloat, with ruin behind him, and starvation or immediate arrest before. With curses on his white lips, and with a trembling hand, he cut out the item, \ walked to his state-room, and threw the record of his crime und shame out of the port-hole. Then, placing the little excerpt in the pocket of his waistcoat, he went on deck. There sat the happy passengers, wrapped in shawls, watch- ing the setting sun, thinking of the friends and scenes they had left behind them, and dreaming of the unknown world that lay_ before. Three or four elderly gentlemen were gathered in a group, discussing Mr. Belcher himself; but none of them knew him. He had no part in the world of honor and of innocence in which all these lived. He was an outlaw. He groaned when the overwhelming consciousness of his disgrace came upon him groaned to think that not one of all the pleasant people around could know him without shrinking from him as a monster. He was looking for some one. A sailor engaged in service passed near him. Stepping to his side, Mr. Belcher asked him to show him the captain. The man pointed to the bridge. "There's the Cap'n, sir the man in the blue coat and brass buttons." Then he went along. Mr. Belcher immediately made his way to the bridge. He touched his hat to the gruff old officer, and begged his pardon for obtruding himself upon him, but he was in trouble, and wanted advice. "Very well, out with it: what's the matter?" said the Captain. Mr. Belcher drew out the little item he had saved, and said : " Captain, I have seen this bit of news for the first SEVENOAKS. 421 time since I started. This firm held all the money I have in the world. -Is there any possible way for me to get back to my home?" " I don't know of any," said the captain. "But I must go back." "You'll have to swim for it, then." Mr. Belcher was just turning away in despair, with a thought of suicide in his mind, when the captain said : " There's Pilot-boat Number 10. She's coming round to get some papers. Perhaps I can get you aboard of her, but you are rather heavy for a jump." The wind was blowing briskly off shore, and the beautiful pilot-boat, with her wonderful spread of canvass, was cutting the water as a bird cleaves the air. She had been beating toward land, but, as she saw the steamer, she rounded to, gave way before the wind, worked toward the steamer's track on the windward side, and would soon run keel to keel with her. "Fetch your traps," said the captain. "I can get you on board, if you are in time." Mr. Belcher ran to his state-room, seized his valise, and- was soon again on deck. The pilot-boat was within ten rods of the steamer, curving in,gracefully toward the monster, and running like a race-horse. The Captain had a bundle of papers in his hand. He held them while Mr. Belcher went over the side of the vessel, down the ladder, and turned himself for his jump. There was peril in the venture, but desperation had strung his nerves. The captain shouted, and asked the bluff fellows on the little craft to do him the per- sonal favor to take his passenger on shore, at their conven- ience. Then a sailor tossed them the valise, and the captain tossed them the papers. Close in came the little boat. It was almost under Mr. Belcher. "Jump!" shouted half a dozen voices together, and the heavy man lay sprawling upon the deck among the laughing crew. A shout and a clapping of hands was heard from the steamer, " Number 10 " sheered off, 422 SEVENOAKS. and continued her cruise, and, stunned and bruised, the Gen- eral crawled into the little cabin, where it took only ten minutes of the new motion to make him so sick that his hunger departed, and he was glad to lie where, during the week that he tossed about in the cruise for in-coming vessels, he would have been glad to die. One, two, three, four steamers were supplied with pilots, and an opportunity was given him on each occasion to go into port, but he would wait. He had told the story of his ban- kers, given a fictitious name to himself, and managed to win the good will of the simple men around him. His bottle of brandy and his box of cigars were at their service, and his dress was that of a gentleman. His natural drollery took on a very amusing form during his sickness, and the men found him a source of pleasure rather than an incumbrance. At length the last- pilot was disposed of, and "Number 10 " made for home; and on a dark midnight she ran in among the shipping above the Battery, on the North River, and was still. Mr. Belcher was not without ready money. He was in the habit of carrying a considerable sum, and, before leaving Talbot, he had drained that gentleman's purse. He gave a handsome fee to the men, and, taking his satchel in his hand, went on shore. He was weak and wretched with long sea- sickness and loss of sleep, and staggered as he walked along the wharf like a drunken man. He tried to get one of the men to go with him, and carry his burden, but each wanted the time with his family, and declined to serve him at any price. So he followed up the line of shipping for a few blocks, went by. the dens where dnmken sailors and river-thieves were carousing, and then turned up Fulton Street toward Broadway. He knew that the city cars ran all night, but he did not dare to enter one of them. Reaching the Astor, he crossed over, and, seeing an up-town car starting off without a passenger, he stepped upon the front platform, where he deposited his satchel, and sat down upon it. People came SEVENOAKS. 423 into the car and stepped off, but they could not see him. He was oppressed with drowsiness, yet he was painfully wide awake. At length he reached the vicinity of his old splendors. The car was stopped, and, resuming his burden, he crossed over to Fifth Avenue, and stood in front of the palace which had been his home. It was dark at every window. Where were his wife and children? Who had the house in keeping? He was tired, and sat down on the curb-stone, under the very window where Mr. Balfour was at that moment sleeping. He put his dizzy head between his hands, and whimpered like a sick boy. " Played out !" said he ; " played out !" He heard a measured step in the distance. He must not be seen by the watch ; so he rose and bent his steps toward Mrs. Dillingham's. Opposite to her house, he sat down upon the curb-stone again, and recalled his old passion for her. The thought of her treachery and of his own fatuitous vanity the reflection that he had been so blind in his self-conceit that she had led him to his ruin, stung him to the quick. He saw a stone at his feet. He picked it up, and, taking his satchel in one hand, went half across the street, and hurled the little missile at her window. He heard the crash of glass and a shrill scream, and then walked rapidly off. Then he heard a watchman running from a distance ; for the noise was peculiar, and resounded along the street. The watchman met him and made an inquiry, but passed on without suspecting the fugi- tive's connection with the alarm. As soon as he was* out of the street, he quickened his pace, and went directly to Talbot's. Then he rang the door-bell, once, twice, thrice. Mr. Talbot put his head out of the win- dow, looked down, and, in the light of a street lamp, dis- covered the familiar figure of his old principal. "I'll come down," he said, "and let you in." The conference was a long one, and it ended in both going into the street, and making their way to Talbot's stable, two or three blocks distant. There the coachman was roused, and 424 SEVENOAKS. there Talbot gave Mr. Belcher the privilege of sleeping until he was wanted. Mr. Talbot had assured Mr. Belcher that he would not be safe in his house, that the whole town was alive with rumors about him, and that while some believed he had escaped and was on his way to Europe, others felt certain that he had not left the city. Mr. Belcher had been a railroad man, and Mr. Talbot was sure that the railroad men would help him. He would secure a special car at his own cost, on a train that would leave on the following night. He would see that the train should stop before crossing Harlem Bridge. At that moment the General must be there. Mr. Talbot would send him up, to sit in his cab until the train should stop, and then to take the last car, which should be locked after him ; and he could go through in it without observation. A breakfast was smuggled into the stable early, where Mr. Belcher lay concealed, of which he ate greedily. Then he was locked into the room, where he slept all day. At eight o'clock in the evening, a cab stood in the stable, ready to issue forth on the opening of the doors. Mr. Belcher took his seat in it, in the darkness, and then the vehicle was rapidly driven to Harlem. After ten minutes of waiting, the dazzling head-light of a great train, crawling out of the city, showed down the Avenue. He unlatched the door of his cab, took his satchel in his hand, and, as the last car on the train came up to him, he leaped out, mounted the platform, and vanished in the car, closing the door behind him. "All right ! " was shouted from the rear; the conductor swung his lantern, and the train thundered over the bridge and went roaring off into the night. The General had escaped. All night he traveled on, and, some time during the forenoon, his car was shunted from the Trunk line upon the branch that led toward Sevenoaks. It was nearly sunset when he reached the terminus. The rail- road sympathy had helped and shielded him thus far, but the SEVENOAKS. 425 railroad ended there, and its sympathy and help were cut off short with the last rail. Mr. Belcher sent for the keeper of a public stable whom he knew, and with whom he had always been in sympathy, through the love of horse-flesh which they entertained in common. As he had no personal friendship to rely on in his hour of need, he resorted to that which had grown up between men who had done their best to cheat each other by systematic lying in the trading of horses. " Old Man Coates," for that was the name by which the stable-keeper was known, found his way to the car where Mr. Belcher still remained hidden. The two men met as old cronies, and Mr. Belcher said: " Coates, I'm in trouble, and ain bound for Canada. How is Old Calamity ? ' ' Now in all old and well regulated stables there is one horse of exceptional renown for endurance. " Old Calamity " was a roan, with one wicked white eye, that in his best days had done a hundred miles in ten hours. A great deal of money had been won and lost on him, first and last, but he had grown old, and had degenerated into a raw-boned, tough beast, that was resorted to in great emergencies, and relied upon for long stretches of travel that involved extraordinary hardship. " Well, he's good yet," replied Old Man Coates. "You must sell him to me, with a light wagon," said Mr. Belcher. " I could make more money by telling a man who is look- ing for you in the hotel that you are here," said the old man, with a wicked leer. "But you won't do it," responded the General. "You can't turn on a man who has loved the same horse with you, old man ; you know you can't." "Well, I can, but in course I won't;" and the stable- keeper went into a calculation of the value of the horse and harness, with a wagon " that couldn't be broke down." Old Man Coates had Belcher at a disadvantage, and, of 426 SEVENOAKS. course, availed himself of it, and had no difficulty in making a bargain which reduced the fugitive's stock of ready money in a fearful degree. At half-past nine, that night, " Old Calamity " was driven down to the side of the car by Coates' own hands, and in a moment the old man was out of the wagon and the new owner was in it. The horse, the moment Mr. Belcher took the reins, had a telegraphic communication concerning the kind of man who was behind him, and the nature of the task that lay before him, and struck off up the road toward Seven- oaks with a long, swinging trot that gave the driver a sense of being lifted at every stride. It was a curious incident in the history of Mr. Belcher's flight to Canada, which practically began when he leaped upon the deck of Pilot-Boat Number 10, that he desired to see every spot that had been connected with his previous life. A more sensitive man would have shunned the scenes which had been associated with his prosperous and nominally re- spectable career, but he seemed possessed with a morbid desire to look once more upon the localities in which he had moved as king. He had not once returned to Sevenoaks since he left the village for the metropolis; and although he was in bitter haste, with men near him in pursuit, he was determined to take the longer road to safety, in order to revisit the scene of his early enterprise and his first successes. He knew that Old Calamity would take him to Sevenoaks in two hours, and that then the whole village would be in its first nap. The road was familiar, and the night not too dark. Dogs came out from farm-houses as he rattled by, and barked furiously. He found a cow asleep in the road, and came near being upset by her. He encountered one or two tramps, who tried to speak to him, but he flew on until the spires of the little town, where he had once held the supreme life, defined them- selves against the sky, far up the river. Here he brought his horse down to a walk. The moment he was still, for he had SEVENOAKS. 427 not yet reached the roar of the falls, he became conscious that a wagon was following him in the distance. Old Man Coates had not only sold him his horse, but he had sold his secret ! Old Calamity was once more put into a trot, and in ten minutes he was by the side of his mill. Seeing the watchman in front, he pulled up, and, in a disguised voice, inquired the way to the hotel. Having received a rough answer, he in- quired of the man whose mill he was watching. "I don't know," responded ' the man. "It's stopped now. It was old Belcher's once, but he's gone up, they say." Mr. Belcher started on. He crossed the bridge, and drove up the steep hill toward his mansion. Arriving at the hight, he stood still by the side of the Seven Oaks, which had once been the glory of his country home. Looking down into the town, he saw lights at the little tavern, and, by the revelations of the lantern that'came to the door, a horse and wagon. At this moment, his great Newfoundland dog came bounding toward him, growling like a lion. He had alighted to stretch his limbs, and examine into the condition of his horse. The dog came toward him faster and faster, and more and more menacingly, till he reached him, and heard his own name called. Then he went down into the dust, and fawned upon his old master pitifully. Mr. Belcher caressed him. There was still one creature living that recognized him, and acknow- ledged him as his lord. He looked up at his house and took a final survey of the dim outlines of the village. Then he mounted his wagon, turned his horse around, and went slowly down the hill, calling to his dog to follow. The huge crea- ture followed a few steps, then hesitated, then, almost crawl- ing, he turned and sneaked away, and finally broke into a run and went back to the house, where he stopped and with a short, gruff bark scouted his retiring master. Mr. Belcher looked back. His last friend had left him. "Blast the brute !" he exclaimed. "He is like the rest of 428 SEVENOAKS. As he came down the road to turn into tne main highway, a man stepped, out from the bushes and seized Old Calamity by the bridle. Mr. Belcher struck his horse a heavy blow, and the angry beast, by a single leap, not only shook himself clear of the grasp upon his bit, but hurled the intercepting figure upon the ground. A second man stood ready to deal with Mr. Belcher, but the latter in passing gave him a furious cut with his whip, and Old Calamity was, in twenty seconds, as many rods away from both of them, sweeping up the long hill at a trot that none but iron sinews could long sustain. The huge pile that constituted the Sevenoaks poor-house was left upon his right, and in ha'f an hour he began a long descent, which so far relieved his laboring horse, that when he reached the level he could hardly hold him. The old fire of the brute was burning at its hottest. Mr. Belcher pulled him in, to listen for the pursuit. Half a mile behind, he could hear wheels tearing madly down* the hill, and he laughed. The race had, for the time, banished from his mind the history of the previous week, banished the memory of his horrible losses, banished his sense of danger, banished his nervous fears. It was a stern chase, proverbially a long one, and he had the best horse, and knew that he could not be overtaken. The sound of the pursuing wheels grew fainter and fainter, until they ceased altogether. Just as the day was breaking, he turned from the main road into the woods, and as the occupants of a cabin were rising, he drove up and asked for shelter and a breakfast. He remained there all day, and, just before night, passed through the forest to another road, and in the early morning was driving quietly along a Canadian highway, surveying his "adopted country," and assuming the character of a loyal subject of the .good Queen of England. CHAPTER XXX. WHICH GIVES THE HISTORY OF AN ANNIVERSARY, PRESENTS A TABLEAU, AND DROPS THE CURTAIN. THREE months after Mr. Belcher's escape, the great world hardly remembered that such a man as he had ever lived. Other rascals took his place, and absorbed the public atten- tion, having failed to learn what even their betters were slow to apprehend that every strong, active, bad man is systematically engaged in creating and shaping the instru- ments for his own destruction. Men continued to be dazzled by their own success, until they could see neither the truth and right that lay along their way, nor the tragic end that awaited them. The execution in satisfaction of the judgment obtained against Mr. Belcher was promptly issued and levied; claimants and creditors of various sorts took all that the execution left ; Mrs. Belcher and her children went to their friends in the country ; the Sevenoaks property was bought for Mr. Bene- dict, and a thousand lives were adjusted to the new circum- stances ; but narrative palls when its details are anticipated. Let us pass them, regarding them simply as memories coming up sometimes faintly, sometimes freshly from the swiftly retiring years, and close the book, as we began it, with a picture. Sevenoaks looks, in its main features, as it looked when the reader first saw it. The river rolls through it with the old song that the dwellers upon its banks have heard through all these changing years. The workmen and workwomen come 429 430 SEVENOAKS. and go in the mill, in their daily round of duty, as they did when Phipps, and the gray trotters, and the great proprietor were daily visions of the streets. The little tailoress returns twice a year with her thrifty husband, to revisit her old friends ; and she brings at last a little one, which she shows with great pride. Sevenoaks has become a summer tho- roughfare to the woods, where Jim receives the city-folk in incredible numbers. We look in upon the village on a certain summer evening, at five years' remove from the first occupation of the Belcher mansion by Mr. Benedict. The mist above the falls cools the air and bathes the trees as it did when Robert Belcher looked upon it as the incense which rose to his lordly enterprise. The nestling cottages, the busy shops, the fresh-looking spires, the distant woods, the more distant mountain, the old Seven Oaks upon the Western plateau and the beautiful residence behind them, are the same to-day that they were when we first looked upon them ; but a new life and a new influence inform them all. Nature holds her unvarying frame, but the life upon the canvas is what we paint from year to year. The river sings to vice as it sings to virtue. The birds carol the same, whether selfishness or love be listening. The great mountains rejoice in the sun, or drape their brows in clouds, irrespective of the eyes that regard them. This one fact remains good in Sevenoaks, and the world over. The man who holds the financial power and the social throne of a town, makes that town, in a good degree, what he is. If he is virtuous, noble, unselfish, good, the elements beneath him shape themselves, consciously or unconsciously, to his character. Vice shrinks into disgrace, or flies to more congenial haunts. The greed for gold which grasps and over-reaches, becomes ashamed, or changes to neighborly helpfulness. The discontent that springs up in the shadow of an unprincipled and boastful worldly success, dies; and men become happy in the toil that wins a comfortable shelter and daily bread, when he to whom all look up, looks down SEVENOAKS. 431 upon them with friendly and sympathetic eyes, and holds his wealth and power in service of their good. Paul Benedict is now the proprietor of Sevenoaks; and from the happy day in which he, with his sister and child, came to the occupation of the mansion which his old persecutor had built for himself, the fortunes and character of the town have mended. Even the poor-house has grown more com- fortable in its apartments and administration, while year by year its population has decreased. Through these first years., the quiet man has moved around his mill and his garden, his mind teeming with suggestions, and filling with new interest in their work the dull brains that had been worn deep and dry with routine. All eyes turn upon him with affection. He is their brother as weft as their master. In the great house, there is a happy woman. She has found something to love and something to do. These were all she needed to make her supremely self-respectful, happy, and, in the best degree, womanly. Willful, ambitious, sacrificing her young affections to gold at the first, and wasting years hi idleness and unworthy intrigue, for the lack of affection and the absence of motive to usefulness and industry, she has found, at last, the secret of her woman's life, and has ac- cepted it with genuine gratitude. In ministering to her bro- ther and her brother's child, now a stalwart lad, in watching with untiring eyes and helping with ready wit the unused proprietor in his new circumstances, and in assisting the poor around her, she finds her days full of toil and significance, and her nights brief with grateful sleep. She is the great lady of the village, holding high consideration from her rela- tionship to the proprietor, and bestowing importance upon him by her revelation of his origin and his city associations. The special summer evening to which we allude is one which has long been looked forward to by all the people in whom our story has made the reader sympathetically in- terested. It is an anniversary the fifth since the new family took up their residence in the grand house. Mr. and Mrs. 432 SEVEN OAKS. Balfour with their boy are there. Sam Yates is there now the agent of the mill a trusty, prosperous man ; and by a process of which we have had no opportunity to note the de- tails, he has transformed Miss Snow into Mrs. Yates. The matter was concluded some years ago, and they seem quite wonted to each other. The Rev. Mr. Snow, grown thinner and grayer, and a great deal happier, is there with his wife and his two unmarried daughters. He finds it easier to " take things as they air," than formerly, and, by his old bridge, holds them against all comers. And who is this, and who are these ? Jim Fenton, very much smoothed exteriorly, but jolly, acute, outspoken, peculiar as ever. He walks around the garden with a boy on his shoulder. The " little feller " that originally appeared in Mr. Benedicf s plans of the new hotel is now in his hands veritable flesh and blood ; and <{ the little woman," sitting with Mrs. Snow, while Mrs. Dil- lingham directs the arrangement of the banquet that is being spread in the pagoda, watches the pair, and exclaims: "Look at them! now isn't it ridiculous? " The warm sun hides himself behind the western hill, though still an hour above his setting. The roar of the falling river rises to their ears, the sound of the factory bell echoes among the hills, and the crowd of grimy workmen and work- women pours forth, darkening the one street that leads from the mill, and dissipating itself among the waiting cottages. All is tranquillity and beauty, while the party gather to their out-door feast. it is hardly a merry company, though a very happy one. It is the latest issue of a tragedy in which all have borne more or less important parts. The most thoughtless of them can- not but feel that a more powerful hand than their own has shaped their lives and determined their destinies. The boys are called in, and the company gather to their banquet, amid conversation and laughter. Mr. Balfour turns to Jim and says : " How does this compare with Number Nine, Jim? Isn't this better than the woods?" SEVENOAKS. 433 Jim has been surveying the preparations with a critical and professional eye, for professional purposes. The hotel-keeper keeps himself constantly open to suggestions, and the table before him suggests so much, that his own establishment seems very humble and imperfect. " I ben thinkin' about it," Jim responds. " When a man has got all he wants, he's brung up standin' at the end of his road. If thar ain't comfort then, then there ain't np comfort. When he's got more nor he wants, then he's got by comfort, and runnin' away from it. I hearn the women talk about churnin' by, so that the butter never comes, an' a man as has more money nor he wants churns by his comfort, an' spends his life swashin' with his dasher, and wonderin' where his butter is. Old Belcher's butter never come, but he worked away till his churn blowed up, an' he went up with it." " So you think our good friend Mr. Benedict has got so much that he has left comfort behind," says Mr. Balfour with a laugh. " I should be afeard he had, if he could reelize it was all his'n, but he can't. He hain't got no more comfort here, no way, nor he used to have in the woods." Then Jim leans over to Mr. Balfour's ear, and says: " It's the woman as does it. It's purty to look at, but it's too pertickler for comfort." Mr. Balfour sees that he and Jim are observed, and so speaks louder. "There is one thing," he says: "that I have learned in the course of this business. It does not lie very deep, but it is at least worth speaking of. I have learned how infinitely more interesting and picturesque vulgar poverty is than vulgar riches. One can find more poetry in a log cabin than in all that wealth ever crowded into Palgrave's Folly. If poor men and poor women, honest and patient workers, could only apprehend the poetical aspects of their own lives and conditions, instead of imagining that wealth holds a monopoly of the poetry of life, they would see that they have the best of it, and are really enviable people." Jim knows, of course, that his old cabin in the woods is in '9 434 SEVENOAKS. Mr. Balfour's mind, and feels himself called upon to say something in'response. "If so be as ye're 'ludin' at me," says he, "I'm much obleeged to ye, but I perfer a hotel to a log cabin, pertickler with a little woman and a little feller in it, Paul B., by name." "That's all right, Jim," says Mr. Balfour, "but I don't call that vulgar wealth which is won slowly, by honest in- dustry. A man who has more money than he has brains, and makes his surroundings the advertisement of his possessions, rather than the expression of his culture, is a vulgar man, or a man of vulgar wealth." "Did ye ever think," says Jim, "that riches rots or keeps accordin' to their natur? rots or keeps," he goes on, "ac- cordin' to what goes into 'em when a man is gitten' 'em together? Blood isn't a purty thing to mix with money, an' I perfer mine dry. A golden sweetin' grows quick an' makes a big show, but ye can't keep it through the winter." "That's true, Jim," responds Mr. Balfour. "Wealth takes into itself the qualities by which it is won. Gathered by crime or fraud, and gathered in haste, it becomes a curse to those who hold it, and falls into ruin by its own corruptions. Acquired by honest toil, manly frugality, patient endurance, and patient waiting, it is full of good, and holds together by a force within itself." "Poor Mrs. Belcher !" exclaims Mrs. Dillingham, as the reflection conies to her that that amiable lady was once the mistress of the beautiful establishment over which she has been called upon to preside. " They say she is living niceiy," says Mr. Snow, "and that somebody sends her money, though she does not know where it comes from. It is supposed that her husband saved something, and keeps himself out of sight, while he looks after his family." Mr. Benedict and Mrs. Dillingham exchange significant glances. Jim is a witness of the act, and knows what it means. He leans over to Mr. Benedict, and says : "When SEVENOAKS. 435 / seen sheet-lightnin', I know there's a shower where it comes from. Ye can't fool me about ma'am Belcher's money." " You will not tell anybody, Jim," says Mr. Benedict, in a low tone. " Nobody but the little woman," responds Jim; and then,, seeing that his "little feller," in the distance, is draining a cup with more than becoming leisure, he shouts down the table: " Paul B ! PaulB ! Ye can't git that mug on to yer head with the brim in yer mouth. It isn't yer size, an' it doesn't look purty on ye." "I should like to know where the old rascal is," says Mrs. Snow, going back to the suggestion that Mr. Belcher was supplying his family with money. "Well, I can tell ye," replies Jim. "I've been a keepin' it in for this very meetin'." "Oh Jim !" exclaim half a dozen voices, which means: "we are dying to hear all about it." "Well," says Jim, "there was a feller as come to my hotel a month ago, and says he : ' Jim, did ye ever know what had become of old Belcher?' 'No, 'says I, 'I only knowed he cut a big stick, an' slid.' ' Well,' says he, ' I seen 'im a month ago, with whiskers enough on 'is ugly face to set up a barberry-bush.' Says I, 'Where did ye seen 'im?' 'Where do ye guess', says he?' ' Swoppin' a blind hoss', says I, 'fur a decent one, an' gettin' boot.' 'No,' says he, 'guess agin.' ' Preach in' at a camp-meetin',' says I, 'an' passin' round a hat arter it.' 'No,' says he, 'I seen 'im jest where he belonged. He was tendin' a little bar, on a S'n' Lor'ncS steamboat. He was settin' on a big stool in the middle of 'is bottles, where he could reach 'em all without droppin* from his roost, an' when his customers was out he was a peekin' into a little lookin' -glass, as stood aside of 'im, an' acombin' out his baird.' 'That settles it,' says I, ' you've seen 'im, an no mistake.' 'Then,' says he, 'I called 'iirs ' General,' an' he looked kind a skeered, an' says 'e to me, ' Mum's the word ! Crooked Valley an' Air Line is played 436 SEVEN OAKS. out, an' I'm workin' up a corner in Salt River,' laughin', an' offerin' to treat.' " I wonder how he came in such a place as that," says Mrs. Snow. "That's the funniest part on't," responds Jim. "He found an old friend on the boat, as was much of a gentleman, an old friend as was dressed within an inch of his life, an' sold the tickets." "Phipps!" "Phipps!" shout half a dozen voices, and a boisterous laugh goes around the group. "Ye've guessed right the fust time," Jim continues, "an' the gentlemanlest clerk, an' the poplarest man as ever writ names in a book, an' made change on a counter, with no end o' rings an' hankercher-pins, an' presents of silver mugs, an' rampin' resolootions of admirin' passingers. An' there the two fellers be, a sailin' up an' down the S'n.' Lor'nce, as happy as two clams in high water, workin' up corners in their wages, an' playin' into one another's hands like a pair of pickpockets ; and what do ye think old Belcher said about Phipps?" " What did he say?" comes from every side. "Well, I can't tell percisely," responds Jim. "Fust he said it was proverdential, as Phipps run away when he did ; an' then he put in somethin' that sounded as if it come from a book, somethin' about tunin' the wind to the sheared ram. ' ' Jim is very doubtful about his quotation, and actually blushes scarlet under the fire of laughter that greets him from every quarter. " I'm glad if it 'muses ye," says Jim, "but it wasn't any- thing better nor that, conaiderin' the man as took it to him- self." "Jim, you'll be obliged to read up," says "the little woman," who still stands by her early resolutions to take her husband for what he is, and enjoy his peculiarities with her neighbors. SEVENOAKS. 437 "I be as I be," he responds. "lean keep a hotel, an' make money on it, an' pervide for my own, but when it comes to books ye can trip me with a feather." The little banquet draws to a close, and now two or three inquire together for Mr. Yates. He has mysteriously dis- appeared ! Th? children have already left the table, and Paul B. is romping with a great show of equine spirit about the garden paths, astride of a stick. Jim is looking at him in undisguised admiration. "I do believe," he exclaims, " that the little feller thinks he's a hoss, with a neck more nor three feet long. See 'im bend it over agin the check- rein he's got in his mind ! Hear 'im squeal \ Now look out for his heels !" At this moment, there rises upon the still evening air a confused murmur of many voices. All but the children pause and listen. "What is coming?" "Who is coming?" "What is it?" break from the lips of the listeners. Only Mrs. Yates looks intelligent, and she holds her tongue, and keeps her seat. The sound comes nearer, and breaks into greater confusion. It is laughter, and merry conversation, and the jar of tramping feet. Mr. Benedict suspects what it is, and goes off among his vines, in a state of painful uncon- cern ! The boys run out to the brow of the hill, and come back in great excitement, to announce that the whole town is thronging up toward the house. Then all, as if apprehending the nature of the visit, gather about their table again, that being the place where their visitors will expect to find them. At length, Sam. Yates comes in sight, around the corner of the mansion, followed closely by all the operatives of the mill, dressed in their holiday attire. Mrs. Dillingham has found her brother, and with her hand upon his arm she goes out to meet his visitors. They have come to crown the feast, and signalize the anniversary, by bringing their congratula- tions to the proprietor, and the beautfful lady who presides over his house. There is a great deal of awkwardness among the young men, and tittering and blushing among the young 438 SEVENOAKS. women, with side play of jest and coquetry, as they form themselves in a line, preparatory to something formal, which presently appears. Mr. Yates, the agent of the mill, who has consented to be the spokesman of the occasion, stands in front, and faces Mr. Benedict and Mrs. Dillingham. "Mr. Benedict," says he, "this demonstration in your honor is not one originated by myself, but, in some way, these good people who serve you learned that you were to have a formal celebration of this anniversary, and they have asked me to assist them in expressing the honor in which they hold you, and the sympathy with which they enter into your re- joicing. We all know your history. Many of those who now stand before you, remember your wrongs and your mis- fortunes; and there is not one who does not rejoice that you have received that which your own genius won in the hands of another. There is not one who does not rejoice that the evil influence of this house is departed, and that one now occupies it who thoroughly respects and honors the manhood and womanhood that labor in his service.. We are glad to acknowledge you as our master, because we know that we can regard you as our friend. Your predecessor despised poverty even the poverty into which he was born and forgot, in the first moment of his success, that he had ever been poor, while your own bitter experiences have made you brotherly. On behalf of all those who now stand before you, let me thank you for your sympathy, for your practical efforts to give us a share in the results of your prosperity, and for the purifying influences which go out from this dwelling into all our humble homes. We give you our congratulations on this anniversary, and hope for happy returns of the day, until, among the inevitable changes of the future, we all yield our places to those who are to succeed us." Mr. Benedict's eyes are full of tears. He does not turn, however, to Mr. Balfour, for help. The consciousness of power, and, more than this, the consciousness of universal SEVEN OAKS. 439 sympathy, give him self-possession and the power of expres- sion. " Mr. Yates," says Mr. Benedict, " when you call me mas- ter, you give me pain. When you speak of me as ygur brother, and the brother of all those whom you represent, you pay me the most grateful compliment that I have ever re- ceived. It is impossible for me to regard myself as anything but the creature and the instrument of a loving Providence. It is by no power of my own, no skill of my own, no provi- dence of my own, that I have been carried through the start- ling changes of my life. The power that has placed me where I am, is the power in which, during all my years of adversity, I firmly trusted. It was that power which brought me my friends friends to whose good will and efficient ser- vice I owe my wealth and my ability to- make life profitable and pleasant to you. Fully believing this, I can in no way regard myself as my own, or indulge in pride and vain glory. You are all my brothers and sisters, and the dear Father of us all has placed the power in my hands to do you good. In the patient and persistent execution of this stewardship lies the duty of my life. I thank you all for your good will. I thank you all for this opportunity to meet you, and to say to you the words which have for five years been in my heart, waiting to be spoken. Come to me always with your troubles. Tell me always what I can do for you, to make your way easier. Help me to make this village a prosperous, virtuous and happy one a model for all its neighbors. And now I wish to take you all by the hand, in pledge of our mutual friendship and of our devotion to each other. ' ' Mr. Benedict steps forward with Mrs. Dillingham, and both shake hands with Mr. Yates. One after another some shyly, some confidently the operatives come up and repeat the process, until all have pressed the proprietor's hand, and have received a pleasant greeting and a cordial word from his sister, of whom the girls are strangely afraid. There is a moment of awkward delay, as they start on their homeward 440 SEVEN OAKS. way, and then they gather in a group upon the brow of the hill, and the evening air resounds with " three cheers " for Mr. Benedict. The hum of voices begins again, the tramp of a hundred feet passes down the hill, and our little party are left to themselves. They do not linger long. The Snows take their leave. Mr. and Mrs. Yates retire, with a lingering " good -night," but the Balfours and the Fentons are guests of the house. They go in, and the lamps are lighted, while the " little fel- ler Paul B. by name" is carried on his happy father's shoulder to his bed up stairs. Finally, Jim comes down, having seen his pet asleep, and finds the company talking about Talbot. He and his pretty, worldly wife, finding themselves somewhat too intimately as- sociated with the bad fame of Robert Belcher, had retired to a country seat on the Hudson a nest which they fea- thered well with the profits of the old connection. And now, as they take leave of each other for the night, and shake hands in token of their good-will, and their satis- faction with the pleasures of the evening, Jim says : " Mr. Benedict, that was a good speech o' yourn. It struck me favorble an' s'prised me some considable. I'd no idee ye could spread so afore folks. I shouldn't wonder if ye was right about Proverdence. It seems kind o' queer that some- body or somethin' should be takin keer o' you an' me, but I vow I don't see how it's all ben did, if so be as nobody nor nothin' has took keer o' me, an' you too. It seems reasom- ble that somethin's ben to work all the time that I hain't seed. The trouble with me is that I can't understand how a bein' as turns out worlds as if they was nothin' more nor snow-balls would think o' stoppin' to pay 'tention to sech a feller as Jim Fenton." " You are larger than a sparrow, Jim," says Mr. Benedict with a smile. "That's so." " Larger than a hair." SEVENOAKS. 441 Jim puts up his hand, brushes down the stiff crop that crowns his head, and responds with a comical smile, " I don' know 'bout that." Jim pauses as if about to make some further remark, thinks better of it, and then, putting his big arm around his little wife, leads her off, up stairs. 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