THE iGE-OF-THE-SEVEN SUITORS MEREDITH NICHOLSON UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNSA AT LOS ANGELES The Siege of the Seven Suitors HEZEKIAH" The Siege of The Seven Suitors BY MEREDITH NICHOLSON AUTHOR OP " THE HOUSE OP A THOUSAND CANDLES," ETC. ILLUSTRATED BY C. COLES PHILLIPS AND REGINALD BIRCH TOOT BimJl^Wj? OU RIEW BOSTON AND NEW YORK HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY press Cambri&se 1910 COPYRIGHT, 1910, BY MEREDITH NICHOLSON ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Published October iqio 352,7 TO THE HONORABLE THOMAS R. MARSHALL MY DEAR GOVERNOR: It was ordered by the franchises of destiny that you become the chief executive of a state in which the telling of tales brightened the hunter's camp-fire and cheered the lonely pioneer's cabin before our people learned the uses of ink; and the supreme fitness of this lies in the fact that you are yourself the best of story- tellers and entitled, for your excellence in this par- ticular, as well as for weightier reasons, to sit at the head of the table in that commonwealth to which we are both bound by many and dear ties. The morning brings to your mail-box so many demands, necessitating the most varied and delicate balancings and adjustments, that I serve you ill in adding to your burdens the little packet that con- tains this tale. Pray consider, however, that I have hidden it discreetly beneath a pile of documents touching nearly the state's business; or that I hastily serve it upon you in the highway, an unsanctioned writ from that high court of letters in which I am the least valiant among the bailiffs. Sincerely yours, M. N. MACKINAC ISLAND, August 10, 1910. 347708 CONTENTS I. MY FRIEND WIGGINS is INTRODUCED . . 1 II. THE BEGINNING OF MY ADVENTURE . . 15 III. I FALL INTO A BRIAR PATCH . . .36 IV. WE DINE IN THE GUN-ROOM . * * 58 V. THE STRANGE BEHAVIOR OF A CHIMNEY . 70 VI. I DELIVER A MESSAGE . . . . 87 VII. NINE SILK HATS CROSS A STILE . . 114 VIII. CECILIA'S SILVER NOTE-BOOK . . . 131 IX. I MEET A PLAYFUL GHOST .... 157 X. MY BEFUDDLEMENT INCREASES . . . 167 XI. I PLAY TRUANT . . . . . .186 XII. THE RIDDLE OF THE SIBYL'S LEAVES . 216 XIII. I DISCOVER Two GHOSTS . . . .232 XIV. LADY'S SLIPPER 249 XV. Loss OF THE SILVER NOTE-BOOK . . . 267 XVI. JACK o' LANTERN , 283 XVII. SEVEN GOLD REEDS 299 XVIII. TROUBLE AT THE PRESCOTT ARMS . . 325 XIX. THE GHOST OF ADONIRAM CALDWELL . . 350 XX. HEZEKIAH PARTITIONS THE KINGDOM . 372 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS MY FRIEND WIGGINS IS INTRODUCED I DINED with Hartley Wiggins at the Hare and Tortoise on an evening in October, not very long ago. It may be well to explain that the Hare and Tortoise is the smallest and most select of clubs, whose windows afford a pleasant view of Gramercy Park. The club is comparatively young, and it is our joke that we are so far all tortoises, creeping through our several profes- sions without aid from any hare. I hasten to explain that I am a chimney doctor. Wiggins is a lawyer; at least I have seen his name in a list of graduates of the Harvard Law School, and he has an office down-town where I have occasionally found him sedately playing soli- taire while he waited for some one to take him out to luncheon. He spends his summers on a South Dakota ranch, from which he derives a considerable income. When tough steaks are served from the club grill, we always attribute them to the cattle on Wiggins's hills. Or if the 1 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS lamb is ancient, we declare it to be of Wiggins's shepherding. It is the way of our humor to hold Wiggins responsible for things. His good nature is usually equal to the worst we can do to him. He is the kind of fellow that one instinctively indicts without hearing testimony. We all know perfectly well that Wiggins's ranch is a wheat ranch. Wiggins is an athlete, and his summers in the West and persistent training during the win- ter in town keep him in fine condition. As I faced him to-night in our favorite corner of the Hare and Tortoise dining-room, the physical man was fit enough; but I saw at once that he was glum and dispirited. He had through many years honored me with his confidence, and I felt that to-night, after we got well started, I should hear what was on his mind. I hoped to cheer him with the story of a visit I had by chance paid that afternoon to the Asolando Tea-Room; for though Wiggins is a most practical person, I imagined that he would be diverted by my description of a place which, I felt sure, nothing could tempt him to visit. I shall never forget the look he gave me when I remarked, at about his third spoonful of soup: "By the way, I dropped into an odd place this afternoon. Burne-Jones buns, Rossetti mac- MY FRIEND WIGGINS is INTRODUCED caroons, and all that sort of thing. They call it the Asolando" I was ambling on, expecting to sharpen his curiosity gradually as I recited the joys of the tea-room; but at "Asolando" his spoon dropped, and he stared at me blankly. It should be known that Wiggins is not a man whose composure is lightly shaken. The waiter who served us glanced at him in surprise, a fact which I mention merely to confirm my assertion that the dropping of a spoon into his soup was an extraordinary occur- rence in Wiggins's life. Wiggins was a proper person. On the ranch, twenty miles from a rail- road, he always dressed for dinner. "The Asolando," I repeated, to break the spell of his blank stare. "Know the place?" He recovered in a moment, but he surveyed me quizzically before replying. "Of course I have heard of the Asolando, but I thought you did n't go in for that sort of thing. It's a trifle girlish, you know." "That's hardly against it! I found the girl- ishness altogether attractive." ''You always were tolerably susceptible, but broiled butterflies and moth-wings souffle seem to me rather pale food for a man in your vigor- ous health." "They must have discriminated in your favor; 3 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS I saw no such things, though to be sure I was afraid to quibble over the waitress's suggestions. May I ask when you were there?" "Oh, I dropped in quite accidentally one day last spring. I saw the sign, and remembered that somebody had spoken of the place, and I was tired, and it was a long way to the club, and" Dissimulation is not an art as Wiggins at- tempts to practice it at times. He is by nature the most straightforward of mortals. It was clear that he was withholding something, and I resolved to get to the bottom of it. "I don't think the Asolando is a place that would attract either of us, and yet the viands are good as such stuff goes, and the gentle hand- maidens are restful to the eye, Pippa, Fran- cesca, Gloria, and the rest of 'em." Wiggins pried open his artichoke with the care of a botanist. He had regained his com- posure, but I saw that the subject interested him. "You were there this afternoon?" he inquired. 'Yes, my first and only appearance." "And this is Monday." "The calendar has said it." "So you settled your bill with Pippa! I be- lieve this was her day." 4 MY FRIEND WIGGINS is INTRODUCED "Then you really do know the inner workings of the Asolando," I continued; "I thought you would show your hand presently. Then it is perhaps Gloria, Beatrice orFrancesca who minds the till on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays, alternating with Pippa, who took my coin to- day. It 's a pretty idea. It has the delicacy of an arrangement by Whistler or the charm of a line in Rossetti. So you have seen the blessed damo- zel at the cash-desk." "On the contrary I was never there on Tues- day, Thursday, or Saturday, and I therefore passed no coin to Francesca, Gloria or Beatrice. My only visit was on a day last May, and my recollection of the system is doubtless imperfect." "Then beyond doubt I saw Pippa. She makes the change on Monday, Wednesday and Fri- day. Her eyelashes are a trifle too long for the world's peace." "I dare say. I have n't your charming knack, Ames, of picking up acquaintances, so you must n't expect me to form life-long friendships with young women at cash-desks. I suppose it did n't occur to you that those young women who tend till and serve the tables in there are persons of education and taste. The Asolando is not a common hashery. I sometimes fear that so much crawling through chimneys is clouding 5 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS your intellect. It ought to have been clear even to your smoky chimney-pot that those girls in there are not the kind you can ask to meet you by the old mill at the fall of dewy eve, or who write notes to popular romantic actors. There's not a girl in that place who has n't a social position as good as yours or mine. The Asolando 's a kind of fad, you know, Ames; it's not a tavern within the meaning of the inn-keepers' act, where common swine are fed for profit. The servants serve for love of the cause; it's a sort of cult. But I suppose you are incapable of grasping it. There was always something sordid in you, and I'm pained to find that you 're getting worse." Wiggins had, before now, occasionally taken this attitude toward me, and it was always with a view to obscuring some real issue between us. He requires patience; it is a mistake to attempt to crowd him; but give him rope and he will twist his own halter. We sparred further without result. I had sug- gested a topic that had clearly some painful association for my friend. He drank his coffee gloomily and lighted a cigar much blacker than the one I knew to be his favorite in the Hare and Tortoise humidor. He excused himself shortly, and I had a glimpse of him later, in the writing- room, engaged upon letters, a fact in itself dis- 6 MY FRIEND WIGGINS is INTRODUCED quieting, for Wiggins never wrote letters, and it was he who had favored making the Hare and Tortoise writing-room into a den for pipe- smokers. The epistolary habit, he maintained, was one that should be discouraged. I was moodily turning over the evening news- papers when Jewett turned up. Jewett always knows everything. I shall not call him a gossip, but he comes as near deserving the name as a man dares who lectures on the Renaissance be- fore clubs and boarding-schools. Jewett knows his Botticelli, but his knowledge of his contem- poraries is equally exact. He dropped the ball into the green of my immediate interest with a neat approach-shot. "Too bad about old Wiggy," he remarked with his preluding sigh. "What's the matter with Wiggins?" I de- manded. "Ah! He has n't told you? Thought he told you everything." This was meant for a stinger, and I felt the bite of it. : 'You do me too much honor. Wiggins is not a man to throw around his confidences." "And I rather fancy that his love-affairs in particular are locked in his bosom." Jewett was a master of the art of suggestion; 7 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS he took an unnecessarily long time to light a cigar so that his words might sink deep into my consciousness. "Saw her once last spring. Got a sight draft from the Bank of Eros. Followed her across the multitudinous sea. Bang!" "But Wiggy has n't been abroad. Wiggy was on his Dakota ranch all summer. He 's all tanned from the sun, just as he is every fall," I per- sisted. "Wrote you from out there, did he? Sent you picture-postals showing him herding his cattle, or whatever the beasts are? Kept in touch with you all the time, did he? I tell you his fine color is due to Switzerland, not Dakota." "Wiggins is n't a letter-writer, nor the sort of person who wants to paper your house with picture-postals. His not writing does n't mean that he was n't on his ranch," I replied, annoyed by Jewett's manner. "Never dropped you before, though, I wager," he chirruped. "I tell you he saw Miss Cecilia Hollister at the Asolando tea-shop: just a glimpse; but almost immediately he went abroad in pursuit of her. The chevalier that 's her aunt Octavia was along and another niece. My sister saw the bunch of them in Geneva, where the chevalier was breaking records. A whole 8 MY FRIEND WIGGINS is INTRODUCED troop of suitors followed them everywhere. My sister knows the girl Cecilia and she's known Wiggy all her life. She's just home and told me about it last night. She thinks the chevalier has some absurd scheme for marrying off the girl. It 's all very queer, our Wiggy being mixed up in it." "Don't be absurd, Jewett. There's nothing unusual in a man being in love; that's one fashion that does n't change much. I venture to say that Wiggins will prove a formidable suitor. Wiggins is a gentleman, and the girl would be lucky to get him." "Quite right, my dear Ames; but alas! there are others. The competition is encouraged by the aunt, the veteran chevalier. My sister says the chevalier seems to favor the suit of a Ne- braska philosopher who rejoices in the melodious name of Dick." Jewett was playing me for all his story was worth, and enjoying himself immensely. "For Heaven's sake, go on!" "Nice girl, this Cecilia. You know the Hollis- ters, oodles of money in the family. The chevalier's father scored big in baby-buggies responsible for the modern sleep-inducing per- ambulators; sold out to a trust. The father of Wiggins's inamorata had started in to be a 9 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS marine painter. A founder of this club, come to think of it, but dropped out long ago. You have heard of him Bassford Hollister. Funny thing his having to give up art. Great gifts for the marine, but never could overcome tendency to seasickness. Honest! Every time he painted a wave it upset him horribly. The doctors could n't help him. Next tried his hand at the big gulches down-town. There was a chance there to hit off the metropolitan sky-line and become immortal by doing it first; but a new trouble developed. Doing the high buildings made him dizzy! Honest! He was good, too, and would have made a place, but he had to cut it out. He was so torn up over his two failures that he blew in his share of the perambulator money in riotous living. Lost his wife into the bargain, and has settled down to a peaceful life up in Westchester County in one of these cute little bungalows the real-estate operators build for you if you pay a dollar down for a picture of an acre lot." "And the daughter?" "Well, Bassford Hollister has two daughters. It's the older one that has stolen Wiggins's heart away. She's Cecilia, you know. Very literary and that sort of thing, and pushed tea and cookies #t the Asolando when that idiocy 10 MY FRIEND WIGGINS is INTRODUCED was opened. Wiggins saw her there last spring. Miss Hollister, the aunt, whom I 'm fond of calling the chevalier, picked up her nieces about that time and hauled them off to Europe, and Wiggins scampered after them. I don't know what they did to Wiggy, but you see how he acts. I rather imagine that the chevalier did n't smile on his suit. She 's a holy terror, that woman, with an international reputation for doing weird and most unaccountable things. She draws a sort of royalty on all the baby-buggies in creation; it amounts to a birth-tax, in con- travention of the free guarantees of the Consti- tution. The people will rise against it some day. "She's plausible enough, but she's the past mistress of ulterior motive. She got Fortner, the mural painter, up to a place she used to have at Newport a few years ago, ostensibly to do a frieze or something, and she made him teach her to fire a gun. You know Fortner, with his artistic ideals ! And he did n't know any more about guns than a flea. It was droll, decidedly droll. But she kept him there a month, would n't let him off the reservation; but she paid him his fee just the same, though he never painted a stroke. When he got back to town, he was a wreck. It was just like being in jail. I warn you to let her alone. If you should under- 11 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS take to fix her flues she's likely to put you to work digging potatoes. She's no end of a case." "Well, Wiggins is a good fellow, one of the very best," I remarked, as I absorbed these revelations, "and it isn't the girl's aunt he wants to marry." "He's a capital fellow," affirmed Jewett, "and that's why it's a sin this had to happen to him. There's no telling where this affair may lead him. There's something queer in the wind, all right. The chevalier has brother Bassford where he can't whimper; I rather fancy he feeds from her hand. His girls have n't any prospects except through the chevalier. Nice girls, so I'm told; but between the father with his vertiginous tendencies and a lunatic aunt who holds the fam- ily money-bags, I don't see much ahead of them. Miss Cecilia Hollister is living with her aunt; it's a sort of compulsory sequestration; she has to do it whether she wants to or not. I rather fancy it's to keep her away from Wiggins." "And the other sister; where does she come in?" "Not important, I fancy. Rumor is silent touching her. In fact I 've never heard anything of her. But this Cecilia is no end handsome and proud. Poor old Wiggy!" I was already ashamed of myself for having 12 MY FRIEND WIGGINS is INTRODUCED encouraged Jewett to discuss Wiggins's affairs, and was about to leave him, when he snorted, in a disagreeable way he had, at some joke that had occurred to him, and he continued chuck- ling to himself to attract my attention. My frown did not dismay him. 13 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS "I knew there was something," he was saying, "about Miss Cecilia's younger sister, and I've just recalled it. The girl has a most extraordinary name, quite the most remarkable you ever heard." He laughed until he was purple in the face. I did not imagine that any name known to feminine nomenclature could be so humorous. "Hezekiah! Bang! That's the little sister's name. Bassford Hollister had been saving that name for a son, who never appeared, to do honor to old Hezekiah, the perambulator-chap. So they named the girl for her grand-dad. Bang! One of the apostles, Hezekiah!" I waited for his mirth to wear itself out, and then rose, to terminate the interview with an adequate dramatic dismissal. "You poor pagan," I remarked, with such irony as I could command; "it's too bad you insist on revealing the abysmal depths of your ignorance: Hezekiah was not an apostle, but a mighty king before the day of apostles." I left him blinking, and unconvinced as to Hezekiah's proper place in history. Wiggins, I learned at the office, had, within half an hour, left the club hurriedly in a cab, taking a trunk with him. He had mentioned no mail-address to the clerk. And this was very unlike Wiggins. CHAPTER II THE BEGINNING OF MY ADVENTURE WIGGINS'S strange conduct and Jewett's dark hints so disturbed me that the very next after- noon I again sought the Asolando Tea-Room, feeling that in its atmosphere I might best weigh the few facts I possessed touching my friend's love-affairs. Those who care for details in these matters may be interested to know that the Asolando is tucked away among print-shops and exclusive haberdashers, a stone's throw from Fifth Ave- nue. The Asolando Tea-Room has a history of its own, but it is not the office of this chroni- cler to record it. Weightier matters are ahead of us; and it must suffice that the Asolando is sacred to wooers of the flute of Pan, secession photographers, and confident believers in an early revival of the poetic drama. One of my friends, who has probably done more to popu- larize Nietzsche than any other American, had frequently urged me to visit the Asolando, where, he declared, the daintiest imaginable 15 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS luncheons could be obtained at nominal prices; but I should not have paid this second visit had it not been for Jewett's history. It was common gossip in studios where I loafed between my professional engagements, that the monthly deficit at the Asolando was cared for by a retired banker whose weakness is sonnet-sequences. As to the truth of this I have no opinion. It will suffice if I convey in the fewest possible lines a suggestion of the tran- quillity, the charming cloistral peace of the little room, with its Arts and Crafts chairs and tables, its racks of books, its portraits of Browning, Rossetti, Burne-Jones and kindred spirits; nor should I fail to mention the delightful inad- vertence with which neatly framed excerpts from the bright page of British song are scat- tered along the walls. Nowhere else, many had averred, was one so likely to learn of the latest Celtic poet, or of a newly-discovered Keats letter; and lest injustice be done in these sug- gestions to the substantial scholarly attainments of the habitues, I must record that it was over a cup of tea in the Asolando that Bennett made the first notes for his revolutionary essay on the Sapphic fragments in a dog-eared text still treasured among the Room's memorabilia. I chose a table, sat down, and suggested (one 16 THE BEGINNING OF MY ADVENTURE does not order at the Asolando) a few articles from the card an attendant handed me. "We 're out of the Paracelsus ginger-cookies," she replied, "but I recommend a Ruskin sand- wich with our own special chocolate. The whipped cream is unusually fine to-day." She eyed me with a severity to which I was not accustomed, and I acquiesced without parley in her suggestion. Before leaving me she placed on my table the latest minor poet, in green and gold. It was nearly three o'clock, and there were few customers in the Asolando. At the next table two women were engaged in conversation in the subdued tones the place compelled. I surmised from the amount and variety of their impedi- menta and their abstracted air, peculiar to those who partake of lobster salad with an eye on the 4.18, that they were suburbanites. One of them drew from her net shopping-bag several sheets of robin's-egg blue note-paper and began to read. By the jingle of the rhymes and the flow of the rhythm it was clear even to my ignorant lay mind that her offering was a chant- royale. When she had concluded her reading her friend silently pressed her hand, and after a subdued debate for possession of the check, they took their departure, bound, I surmised, for 17 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS some muse-haunted Lesbos among the hills of New Jersey. I was now alone in the Asolando. The attend- ing deities in their snowy gowns had vanished behind the screen at the rear of the room; the food and drink with which I had been promptly served proved excellent; even the minor poet in green and gold had held my attention, though imitations of Coventry Patmore's odes bore me as a rule. Near the street, half-concealed be- hind a mosque-like grill, sat the cashier, reading. A bundle of joss-sticks in a green jar beside this young woman sent a thin smoke into the air. Her head was bent above her book in quiet attention; the light from an electric lamp made a glow of her golden hair. She was an incident of the general picture, a part of a scene that contained no jarring note. A man who could devise, in the heart of the great city, a place so instinct with repose, so lulling to all the senses, was not less than a public benefactor, and I resolved on the spot to purchase and read, at any sacrifice, the sonnet-sequences of the reputed angel of the Asolando. It was at this moment that the adventure for it shall have no meaner name actually began. My eyes were still enjoying the Ros- setti-like vision in the cashier's tiny booth, 18 THE BEGINNING OF MY ADVENTURE when a figure suddenly darkened the street door just beyond her. The girl lifted her head. On the instant the lamp-key clicked as she ex- tinguished her light, and the aureoled head ceased to be. And coming toward me down the shop I beheld a lady, a lady of years, who passed the cashier's desk with her eyes intent upon the room's inner recesses. Her gown, of a new fashionable gray, was of the severest tailor cut. Her hat was a modified fedora, gray like the gown, and adorned with a single gray feather. She was short, slight, erect, and moved with a quick bird-like motion, pausing and glancing at the vacant tables that lay between me and the door. Her air of abstraction became her, and she merged pleasantly into the color-scheme of the room. As her glance ranged the wall I thought that she searched for some favorite flower of song among the framed quotations, but I saw now that her gaze was bent too low for this. She appeared to be engaged in a calcu- lation of some sort, and she raised a lorgnette to assist her in counting the tables. The cashier passed behind her unseen and vanished. I heard the newcomer reciting: "One, tw r o, three, four, five, six, seven;" and at seven her eyes rested upon me with a look that mingled surprise and annoyance. She took 19 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS a step toward me, and I started to rise, but she said quickly: - "I beg your pardon, but this seems to be the seventh table." "Now that you call my attention to it," I remarked, gaining my feet, "I am bound to concede the point. If by any chance I am in- truding " "Not in the least. On the other hand I beg 20 THE BEGINNING OP MY ADVENTURE that you remain where you are; " and without fur- ther ado she sank into a chair opposite my own. I tinkled a tiny crystal bell that was among the table-furnishings, and a waitress appeared and handed the lady who had thus introduced herself to my acquaintance a copy of the tiny card on which the articles of refreshment offered by the Asolando were indicated within a border of hand-painted field daisies. "Never mind that," said the lady in gray, ig- noring the card. "You may bring me a caviare sandwich and a cocktail, a pink one pro- viding, providing," and she held the wait- ress with her eye, - "you have the imported caviare and your bar-keeper knows the proper frappe of the spirit-lifter I have named." "Pardon me, madam," replied the waitress icily, "but you have mistaken the place. The Asolando serves nothing stronger than the pure water of its own fount of Castalia; intoxicants are not permitted here." "Intoxicants!" repeated the old lady with asperity. "Do I look like a person given to intoxication? I dare say "your Castalia water is nothing but Croton whose flavor has been de- stroyed by distillation. You may bring me the sandwich I have mentioned and with it a pot of tea. Yes, thank you; lemon with the tea." THE SIEGE OP THE SEVEN SUITORS As the girl vanished with the light tread that marked the service of the place, I again made as to rise, but the old lady lifted her hand with a delaying gesture. "Pray remain. It is not unlikely that we have friends and ideas in common, and as you were seated at the seventh table it is possible that some ordering of fate has brought us together." She took from me, in the hand which she had now ungloved, the copy of my minor poet, glanced at it scornfully, and tossed it upon the floor with every mark of disdain. "What species of mental disorder does this place represent ? " she demanded. "It is sacred to the fine arts, apparently; an endowed tea-room, where persons of artistic ideals may come to refresh body and soul. Such at least seems to be the programme. This is only my second visit, but I have long heard it spoken of by artists, poets, and others of my friends." "I am sixty-two years old, young man, and I beg to inform you that I consider the Asolando the most preposterous thing I have ever heard of in this most preposterous city. And from a casual glimpse of you I feel justified in saying that a man in your apparent physical health might be in better business than frequenting, THE BEGINNING OF MY ADVENTURE in mid-afternoon, a shop that seems to be a re- markably stupid expression of twentieth-cen- tury anaemia. " "Attendance here is not compulsory," I re- marked defensively. "If you imply that I must have sought the place voluntarily, let me correct your false im- pression immediately. I dropped in here for the excellent reason that this shop is the seventh in numerical progression from Fifth Avenue." "You were not guided by any feeling of in- terest, then, but rather by superstition?" "That remark is unworthy of a man of your apparent intelligence. I was born on the seventh of November, and all the great events of my life have occurred on the seventh of the month. If you were to suggest that I am of an adventur- ous or romantic nature, I should readily acqui- esce; but the sevens in my life have been so potent an influence in all my affairs that my belief in that numeral has become almost a religious faith; and if you have been a reader of Scripture you will understand that one does not become a pagan in ascribing to seven all manner of subtle influences." I was relieved to find that she accepted the tea and sandwiches the waitress had brought without parley. It is with shame I confess that 23 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS in the first moments of my encounter I believed her capable of quarreling with a waitress; but she thanked the girl pleasantly, lifting her head with a smile that illumined her face attractively. Her demand for a cocktail had not been wholly convincing as to her sincerity, and I wondered whether she were not playing a part of some kind. She suggested pleasant and wholesome things tiny gardens with neat borders of box and primly-ordered beds of spicy, old-fashioned pinks before the day of carnations, and the verbenas, heliotrope, and honeysuckle we asso- ciate with our grandmothers' taste in floricul- ture. Or perhaps I strike nearer the gold with an intimation of a sunny window-ledge, banked neatly and not too abundantly in geraniums. In any event the impression was wholly agree- able. I had to do with a lady and a lady of no mean degree. The marks of breeding were upon her, and she spoke with that quiet authority that is the despair of the vain and vulgar. Her features were small and delicate; her ringless hands were perfectly formed, and both face and hands belied the age to which she had so frankly confessed. She was more than twice my age, and there was not the slightest reason why she should not address me if it pleased her to do so; and her obsession as to the potency of the 24 THE BEGINNING OF MY ADVENTURE numeral seven was not in itself proof of an ill- balanced mind. I recalled that my own mother had, throughout her life, imputed all manner of occult powers and influences to the number thirteen, and I have myself always been averse to walking beneath a ladder. Musing thus, I reached the conclusion that this encounter was very likely the sort of thing that happened to patrons of the Asolando. My time has, however, a certain value, and I began to wonder just how I should escape. I was about to excuse myself when my companion suddenly put down her cup and addressed me with a directness that seemed habitual in her. "I have formed an excellent opinion of your bringing up from the manner in which you have suffered my advances, if I may so call them. You act and speak like a gentleman of education. I imagine from your being in this strange place that you may be a water-colorist or a designer of I 'art-nouveau wall-papers, though I trust for your own sake that I am mistaken. Or it may be that you are a magazine poet, though when I tell you that I read no poets but Isaiah and Walt Whitman, you will understand that mere verse does not attract me. All this" and she indicated the mottoes on the wall with a slight movement of the head - "is the sheerest rub- 25 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS bish, a form of disease. Will you kindly tell me the nature of your occupation?" I produced one of my professional cards. ARNOLD AMES CONSULTANT IN CHIMNEYS Suite 92, Landon Building She read it aloud without glasses and mused a moment. "This is very curious," she remarked, placing my card in a silver case she drew from her pocket. "This is very curious indeed. It was only yesterday that my friend General Glenden- ning was speaking of you. He told me that you had rendered him the greatest service in adjust- ing several flues in his country house at Shinne- cock. My own fireplaces doubtless require at- tention, and you may consider yourself retained. I shall make an early appointment with you. You will find my name and residence suffi- ciently described on this card." Miss Hollister HOPEFIELD MANOR 26 THE BEGINNING OF MY ADVENTURE "Oh!" I exclaimed, bowing. "Any further introduction is unnecessary, Miss Hollister." "The name is familiar? I recall that General Glendenning mentioned that you were related to the Ames family of Hartford, and your mother was a Farquhar of Charlottesville, Virginia. If you bear your father's name, I dare say it was he whom I met ten years ago in Paris. There is no reason, therefore, why we should not be the best of friends." She continued to talk as she drew on her gloves, and I saw, as her eyes rested on mine from time to time during this process, that they were the most kindly and humorous eyes in the world. Her face was scarcely wrinkled, but the hair that showed under the small plain hat was evenly and beautifully gray. It was a kind fate indeed that had led me back to the Asolando, and introduced me to the aunt of Wiggins's inamorata. It may well be believed that I was immedi- ately interested, attentive, absorbed. As she smoothed her gloves, Miss Hollister continued to speak in a low musical voice that was devoid of any of the quavers of age. "On the day I reached my sixtieth year, Mr. Ames, I decided that my humdrum life must cease. The strictest conventions had guided me 27 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS from earliest childhood. My experience of life had been limited to those things which women of education and means enjoy or suffer, as you please to take it. I resolved that for the years that remained to me I should seek to enjoy myself after my own fashion. To sit in the ingle- nook and knit, with no human companionship but sick kittens, with dull monotony broken only by visits from dutiful clergymen in pursuit of alms for foreign missions, was not for me. Two years ago I chartered a yacht and cruised among the Lesser Antilles, enjoying many adventures. Later I crossed the Andes; and I have just returned from Switzerland, where I accomplished some of the most difficult ascents. I have a clipping bureau engaged to inform me of all rumors of hidden treasure and sunken ships, and I hope that of this something may come, as I retain a marine engineer and corps of divers and can leave at an hour's notice for any likely hunting-ground. This may strike you as the most whimsical self-indulgence. Tell me can- didly whether my remarks so affect you.'* "If it were not that your benefactions of all kinds have given you noble eminence among American philanthropists, I might be less biased in favor of the sort of thing you describe; but your gifts to orphanages, colleges, hospitals" 28 THE BEGINNING OF MY ADVENTURE "Ah!" she interrupted; "enough of that. Philanthropy in these times is only selfish exploi- tation, the recreation of the conscience-stricken. But you see no reason why," she pursued ea- gerly, "if I wished to dig up the Caribbean Sea in search of Spanish doubloons, I should not do so? Answer me frankly, without the slightest fear." "I assure you, Miss Hollister, that such pro- jects appeal to me strongly. I have often lamented that my own lot fell in these eventless times. As an architect I proved something of a failure; as a chimney-doctor I lead a useful life, but the very usefulness of it bores me. And besides, many people take me for a sweep." "I dare say they do, for unfortunately many people are fools. But I am bent upon adventure. It has dawned upon me that every day has its possibilities, that the right turn at any corner may bring me face to face with the most stirring encounters. My age protects me where youth must timidly turn back. My physician pro- nounces me good for ten years more of active life, and I intend to keep amused. If I were a young man like you, I should crawl through chimneys no more, but take to the open road. I resent the harsh clang of these meaningless years. As I walked among the hills that lie 29 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS behind the Manor this morning I heard the bugles calling. Out there in the Avenue at this hour there are miles of fat dowagers in padded broughams who think of nothing but clothes and food. And speaking of food," she continued, with a droll turn, "I am convinced that the caviare in that sandwich was never nearer Russia than Casco Bay." She drew out her watch, and noting the hour, concluded: "Clearly we have much in common. I should like to ask you further as to your unusual pro- fession, but errands summon me elsewhere. However, something tells me we shall meet again." She rose in her swift bird-like fashion and passed lightly down the room and through the door. She had left a dollar beside her plate to pay her check, which I noted called for only forty cents. I glanced at the cashier's desk. The aureoled head had not reappeared; but immediately I heard a voice murmuring beside me. I had believed myself alone, and in my surprise I thought some wizardry had made audible one of the verses on the wall. *' What of Rafael's sonnets, Dante's picture " It was she whose aureoled head I had marked 30 THE BEGINNING OF MY ADVENTURE earlier in the receipt of custom, the girl who had vanished as Miss Hollister appeared. She wore the snowy vestments of the other attending vestals, with the difference that the cap that crowned the waitresses was omitted in her case. This I took to be the Asolando's tribute to her adorable head, which clearly did not need the electric light or other adventitious aid to invoke its lovely glow. The line she had spoken hung goldenly upon'the air. She was not tall, and her eyes, I saw, were brown. She had clearly not climbed far the stairway of her years, but her serenity was the least bit disconcerting. "Pardon me," I began, "but I am an ignorant Philistine, and cannot cap the verse you have quoted." "There is no reason why you should do so. It is the rule of the Asolando that we shall attract the attention of customers when neces- sary by speaking a line of verse. We are not allowed to open a conversation, no matter how imperative, with 'Listen,' or the even more vul- gar 'Say/; "A capital idea, of which I heartily approve, but now that I am a waiting auditor, eager" "It's merely the check, if you please," she interrupted coldly. "My desk is closed, and the Room will refuse further patrons for the next 31 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS hour, as the executive committee of the Shelley Society meets here at four o'clock and the Aso- lando is denied to outsiders." "This, then, is my dismissal? The lady who joined me here for a time left a dollar, which, you will see, is somewhat in excess of her check. My own charge of fifty cents is so moderate that I cannot do less than leave a dollar also.'* > "Thank you," she replied, unshaken by my generosity. "The tips at the Asolando all go to the Sweetness and Light Club, which is just now engaged in circulating Matthew Arnold's poems in leaflet form in the jobbing district." "I sympathize with that propaganda," I re- plied, gathering up my hat and stick, "and am delighted to contribute to its support. And now I dare say you would be glad to be rid of me. The Asolando has tolerated me longer than my slight purchases justified." I bowed and had turned away, when she arrested me with the line, ,"My good blade carves the casques of men." I turned toward her. Several of the waitresses were now engaged in rearranging the tables, but they seemed not to heed us. "Permit me to inquire," she asked, "whether the lady who joined you here expressed any in- 32 THE BEGINNING OF MY ADVENTURE terest in the life beautiful as it is exemplified in the Asolando?" "I am constrained to say that she did not. She spoke of the Asolando in the most contume- lious terms." The golden head bowed slightly, and a smile hovered about her lips; but her amusement at my answer was more eloquently stated in her eyes. "I must explain that my sole excuse for ad- dressing you is that we are required to learn, where possible, just why strangers seek the Asolando." " In the case of the lady to whom you refer, it was a matter of this being the seventh shop from the corner; and my own appearance was due to the idlest curiosity, inspired by enthusiastic descriptions of the Asolando's atmosphere and rumors of the cheapness of its food." "The reasons are quite ample," was her only comment, and her manner did not encourage further conversation. "May I ask," I persisted, "whether the Asolando's staff is permanent, and whether, if I return another day" "I take it that you do not mean to be imperti- nent, so I will answer that my service here is limited to Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. 33 THE SIEGE OP THE SEVEN SUITORS On the other days Pippa is in the cash-booth. My name at the Asolando is Francesca." "I had guessed it might be Lalage or Chloris," I ventured. She shook her head gravely. " Kindly write your name in the visitors' book at the door as you pass out." There was no ignoring this hint. I thought she smiled as I left her. Ill I FALL INTO A BRIAR PATCH Miss HOLLISTER'S summons lay on my desk the next morning and was of the briefest. I was requested to call at Hopefield Manor at four o'clock the following afternoon, being Thursday. A trap would meet me at Katonah, and it was suggested that I come prepared to spend the night, so that the condition of the flues might be discussed and any necessary changes planned during the evening. The note, signed Octavia Hollister, was written in a flowing hand, on a wholly impeccable note sheet stamped Hopefield Manor, Katonah. Before taking the train I sought Wiggins by telephone at his office, and at the Hare and Tortoise, where he lodged, but without learning anything as to his whereabouts. His office did not answer, but Wiggins's office had never been responsive to the telephone, so this was not sig- nificant. The more I considered his conduct dur- ing the recital of my visit to the Asolando the more I wondered; and in spite of my wish to ignore utterly Jewett's revelations as to Wig- 35 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS gins's summer abroad, I was forced to the conclu- sion that Jewett had not lied. I had known Wiggins long, and this was the first time that I had ever been conscious of any withholding of confidence on his part; and on my own I had not merely confided all my hopes and aims to him, but I had leaned upon him often in my perplexi- ties. There was, indeed, a kind of boyish com- pact between us, that we should support each other through all difficulties. This, as I remem- bered, dated back to our prep school-days and had been reinforced by a fearsome oath, inspired doubtless by some dark fiction that had capti- vated our youthful imaginations. His failure to tell me of his summer abroad or of his interest in the Hollisters when I had afforded him so excel- lent an opening by my reference to the Asolando emphasized the seriousness of his plight. His reserve hid, I knew, a diffident and sensitive nature, and it was wholly possible that if his affair with Cecilia Hollister had not prospered he had fled to his ranch there to wrestle in seclu- sion with his disappointment. My mind was busy with such speculations as I sped toward Katonah, where I found the trap from Hopefield Manor awaiting me. "It's rather poor going over the hills; about five miles, sir," said the driver, as we set off. 36 I FALL INTO A BRIAR PATCH This sort of thing was wholly usual in the nature of my vocation. The flues in country houses seem much more willful and obdurate than those in town, a fact which I have fre- quently discussed with architects, and I had been met in just this way at many stations within a radius of fifty miles of New York, and carried to houses whose chimneys were provoca- tive of wrath and indignation in their owners. This was the first week in October. There was just zest enough in the air to make a top coat comfortable. The team of blacks spoke well for Miss Hollister's stable, and the liveried driver kept them moving steadily, but eased the pace as we rose on the frequent slopes to the shoulders of pleasant hills. The immediate neighborhood into which we were wending was unknown to me, though I saw familiar landmarks. I am not one to quibble over the efforts of man to supple- ment the work of nature, so that I confess with- out shame that the Croton lakes, to my cockney eye, merge flawlessly into this landscape. It is not for me to raise the cry of utilitarianism against these saucerfuls of blue water, merely because the fluid thus caught and held bubbles and sparkles later in the taps of the Manhat- taners. Early frosts had already wrought their miracle in the foliage, and the battle-banners of 37 347738 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS winter's vanguard flashed along the horizons. I rejoiced that my business, vexatious enough in many ways, yet afforded me so charming an outing as this. Presently we climbed a hill that shouldered its way well above its fellows and came out upon a broad ridge, where we entered at once a noble gateway set in an old stone wall, and struck off smartly along a fine bit of macadam. The house, the driver informed me, was a quarter of a mile from the gate. The way led through a wild woodland in which elms and maples predomi- nated; and before this had grown monotonous we came abruptly upon an Italian garden, be- yond which rose the house. I knew it at once for one of Pepperton's sound performances; Pepper- ton is easily our best man in domestic Tudor, and the whole setting of Hopefield Manor, the sunken garden, the superb view, the billowing fields and woodlands beyond, all testified to a taste which no ignorant owner had thwarted. The house was Tudor, but in no servile sense: it was also Pepperton. I lifted my eyes with im- mediate professional interest to the chimney- pots on the roof. It occurred to me on the instant that I had never before been called to retouch any of Pepperton's work. Pep knew as much as I about flue-construction; I had an im- 38 I FALL INTO A BRIAR PATCH mense respect for Pep, and as my specializing in chimneys had been a subject of frequent chaff- ing between us, I anticipated with a chuckle the pleasure I should have later in telling him that at last one of his flues had required my services. My good opinion of Miss Hollister did not diminish as I stepped within the broad hall. Houses have their own manner of speech, and Hopefield Manor spoke to all the senses in accents of taste and refinement. A servant took my bag and ushered me into a charming library. A fire smouldered lazily in the great fireplace; there was, in the room, the faintest scent of burnt wood; but the smoke rose in the flue in a perfectly mannerly fashion, and on thrusting in my hand I felt a good draught of air. I instinc- tively knelt on the hearth and peered up, but saw nothing unworkmanlike: Pepperton was not a fellow to leave obvious mistakes behind him. But possibly thas was not one of the recalcitrant fireplaces I had been called to inspect; and I rose and was continuing my enjoyment of the beau- tiful room, when I became conscious, by rather curious and mixed processes not wholly of the eye, that a young woman had drawn back the light portieres they were dark brown, with borders of burnt orange and stood gravely 39 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS gazing at me. She held the curtains apart they made, indeed, a kind of frame for her; but as our eyes met she advanced at once and spoke my name. ;< You are Mr. Ames. My aunt expected you. I regret to say that she is not in the house just now, but she will doubtless return for tea. I am her niece. Won't you sit down?" As she found a seat for herself, I made bold to survey her with some particularity. She carried 40 I FALL INTO A BRIAR PATCH her fine height with beautiful dignity. She was a creature of grace, and it was a grace of strength, the suppleness and ease that mark our later out- door American woman. She could do her miles over these hills, I was sure of that. Her fine olive face, crowned with dark hair, verified the impression I had gathered from Jewett, that she was a woman of cultivation. She had read the poets; Dante and Petrarch spoke from her eyes. Cecilia was no bad name for her; she suggested heavenly harmonies! And as for Jewett's story of Wiggins's infatuation, I was content: if this was the face that had shattered the frowning towers of Wiggins's Ilium and sent him to brood disconsolate upon his broad acres in Dakota, my heart went out to him, for his armor had been pierced by arrows worthy of its metal. She was talking, meanwhile, of the day and its buoyant air and of the tapestries hung in the woodlands, in a voice deep with rare intimations of viol chords. "It's very quiet here. It doesn't seem pos- sible that we are so near the city. My aunt chose the place with care, and she made no mis- take about it. Yes; the house was built by Mr. Pepperton, but not for us. My aunt bought it of the estate of the gentleman who built it. This will be her first winter here." 41 'THE SIEGE OP THE SEVEN SUITORS She made no reference to the object of my visit, and I wondered if she knew just how I came there. A man-servant wheeled in a port- able tea-table and placed it beside a particular chair, lighted the lamp under the kettle, and silently departed. And with the stage thus dis- posed Miss Hollister herself appeared. She greeted me without surprise and much as she might have spoken to any guest in her house. I had sometimes been treated as though I were the agent of a decorator's shop, or a delinquent plumber, by the people whom I served ; but Miss Hollister and her niece established me upon a plane that was wholly social. I was made to feel that it was the most natural thing in the world for me to be there, having tea, with no business ahead of me but to be agreeable. The fact that I had come to correct the distemper of their flues was utterly negligible. I remembered with satis- faction that I had journeyed from town in a new business suit that made the best of my attenuated figure, and I will not deny that I felt at ease. Miss Hollister talked briskly as she made the tea. "I was over at the kennels when you came. I believe the kennel-master is a rascal, Cecilia. I have no opinion of him whatever." "He was highly recommended," replied the 42 I FALL INTO A BRIAR PATCH niece. "It's not his fault that the fox terriers were sick." "I dare say it is n't," said the old lady, mea- suring the tea; "but it's his fault that he whipped one of those Cuban hounds, I 'm sure he whipped her. The poor beast was afraid to crawl out when I called her this afternoon." "We were warned against those dogs, Aunt Octavia ; but I must admit that they have lovely eyes." Miss Cecilia's manner toward her aunt left nothing to be desired; it was wholly deferential and kind, and her dignity, I surmised, was equal to any emergency that might rise between them. "Do you ever shoot behind traps?" demanded Miss Hollister abruptly. The question surprised me. I did not shoot behind traps or anywhere else, for that matter; but it delighted me to find that her unusual interests, as she had touched upon them at the Asolando, were part of a consistent scheme of life. She talked of her experiments with differ- ent guns and traps, her arms folded, her eyes reverting occasionally to the kettle. It was all in the shells, she said. Before she had begun filling her own cartridges she had no end of trouble. "It is not necessary for you to take tea if you don't care for it, Mr. Ames," she said, as I rose 43 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS and handed the first cup to Cecilia. "If you will touch the bell at your elbow you may have liquids of quite another sort. It may interest you to know that this temperance wave that is sweeping the country does not interest me in the least. Our great Americans of the old times were gentlemen who took their liquor with no cow- ardly fear of public censure. You will find my sideboard well stocked after the fashion of old times; and I have with my own hand placed in your room a quart of Scotch given me at the distillery four years ago by its proprietor, Lord Mertondale. A case of like quality is yours at any moment you choose to press the button at the head of your bed." "You are most generous, Miss Hollister. Tea will suffice for the moment. It is fitting that I should take it here, it having been a weakness for tea as well as curiosity and chance that threw me in your way at the Asolando." 'That absurd, that preposterous hole in the wall!" She put down her cup and faced me, continu- ing: "Mr. Ames, I will not deny that if it had not been for General Glendenning's cordial indorse- ment of you, and the further fact that I had met your late father, I should not have invited you to my house on the occasion to which you refer. 44 I FALL INTO A BRIAR PATCH My contempt for the Asolando and the things it stands for is beyond such language as a lady may use before the young." I laughed at her earnestness; but on turning toward Miss Cecilia I saw that she was placidly stirring her cup. It might be that one was not expected to manifest amusement in Miss Hollis- ter's utterances; and I was anxious to adjust myself to the proper key in my intercourse, no matter how brief it might be, with this remark- able old lady. In my embarrassment I rose and offered the bread and butter to Cecilia, who declined it. The austerity of her rejection rather unnerved me. "To think, that with all the opportunities for adventure that offer in this day and generation, any one should waste time on the idiotic worship of a lot of silly moulders of literary patisserie ! It is beyond me, Mr. Ames, and when I recall that your late father commanded a cavalry regiment in the Civil War, I fall back upon the privilege of my age to beg that you will hereafter give the Asolando a wide berth." "I assure you, Miss Hollister, that I have no wish to become an habitue of the place. And yet you will pardon me if I repeat that, but for it, I should not now be enjoying the hospitality of Hopefield Manor." 45 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS She lifted her head from her cup and bowed; but I was immediately interested in the fact that her niece was speaking. "I think Aunt Octavia is hard on the Aso- lando," she was saying. "Aunt Octavia is inter- ested in the revival of romance, and romance without poetry seems to me wholly impossible. The Asolando makes no pretensions to be more than an incident in a real movement whose aim is the diffusion of poetic fire, it is merely a shrine where the divine lamp is never allowed to fail or falter." "And if, Cecilia Hollister, you think that sandwiches named for Browning's poems or mac- aroons dedicated to Walter Pater can assist foolish virgins in keeping their lamps filled, I give you the word of an old woman that you are in danger of a complete loss of your mind. The age is decadent, and I know no better way of restoring the race to its ancient vim and energy than by sending men back to the camp and field or to sail the high seas in new armadas. The men of this age have become a lot of sordid shopkeepers, and to my moral sense the looting of cities is far more honorable than the creation of trusts and the manipulation of prices, though I cannot deny that but for my late father's zeal in destroying his competitors in the baby-buggy 46 I FALL INTO A BRIAR PATCH business we might not now be enjoying the deli- cate fragrance of caravan tea." I continued to flounder in my anxiety to determine just how Miss Hollister wished to be taken. She spoke with the utmost seriousness and with the earnestness of deep conviction. If the aims of the Asolando were absurd, what might be said of the declarations of this old lady in favor of a return to the age of sword and buckler! I again turned to Cecilia, thinking that I should find a twinkle in her eye that might solve the riddle and make easier my responses to her aunt's appeals. Her reply did not help me greatly :- "I assure you, Mr. Ames, that the Asolando is a very harmless place, and that as a matter of fact its aims are wholly consonant with those of Aunt Octavia. I myself served there for a time, and those were among the most delightful days of my life." "And you might still be handing about the Rossetti eclairs in that smothery little place if I had not rescued you from your bondage. I assure you, Mr. Ames, that my niece is a perfectly healthy young woman, to whom all such rubbish is really abhorrent." I expected Miss Cecilia to rouse at this; but she ignored her aunt's fling, saying merely, 47 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS "There are times when I miss the Asolando." "Mr. Ames," began Miss Octavia presently in her crisp, direct fashion, which had the effect of leading me, in my anxiety to appear ready with answers, to take a flattering view of my own courage and resourcefulness, "Mr. Ames, are you equal to the feat of swimming a moat under a shattering fire from the castle?" "I have every reason to think I am, Miss Hollister," I replied modestly. "And if a white hand waved to you from the grilled window of the lonely tower, would you ride on indifferently or pause and thunder at the gate?" "White hands have never waved to me, save occasionally when I have gone a-riding in the Sixth Avenue elevated, but it is my honest belief that my sword would promptly leave its scabbard if the hand ever waved from the ivied tower." She nodded her pleasure in this avowal. For a chimney-doctor I was doing well. In fact, as I submitted to Miss Octavia's examination, I felt equal to charging a brigade single-handed. Something about the woman made it possible and pleasant to be absurd. "If a king or an emperor of Europe should ask you to inspect his chimneys, would you be con- 48 I FALL INTO A BRIAR PATCH tent to perform your service in the most expedi- tious and professional manner and depart with a nominal fee?" "Decidedly not, Miss Hollister. On the other hand I should nurse the job for all it was worth, plunder the public treasury, explore the dun- geons, make love to the princesses, and free the rightful heir to the throne from his cell beneath the bosom of the lake." My friends at the Hare and Tortoise would have heard this avowal with some surprise, for no man's life had ever been tamer than mine. I am by nature timid, and fall but a little short of being afraid of the dark. Prayers for deliverance from battle, murder, and sudden death cannot be too strongly expressed for me. My answer had, however, pleased Miss Octavia, and she clapped her hands with pleasure. "Cecilia," she cried, "something told me, that afternoon at the Asolando, that my belief in the potential seven was not ill-placed, and now you see that in introducing myself to Mr. Ames at the seventh table from the door, in the seventh shop from Fifth Avenue, I was led to a meeting with a gentleman I had been predestined to know." As we talked further, a servant appeared and laid fresh logs across the still-smouldering fire. 49 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS This I thought would suggest to Miss Hollister the professional character of my visit; but the fire kindled readily, the smoke rose freely in the flue; and Miss Hollister paid no attention to it other than to ask the man whether the fuel he had taken from a carved box at the right of the hearth was apple-wood from the upper orchard or cherry from a tree which, it appeared, she had felled herself. It was apple- wood, the man in- formed her, and she continued talking. The merits of chain-armor, I think it was, that held us for half an hour, Cecilia and I listening with respect to what, in my ignorance, seemed a remarkable fund of knowledge on this recondite subject. 'We dine at seven, Mr. Ames, and you may amuse yourself as you like until that hour. Cecilia, you may order dinner in the gun-room to-night." " Certainly, Aunt Octavia." Once more I glanced at the girl, hoping that some glimmer in her eyes would set me right and establish a common understanding and sym- pathy between us; but she was moving out of the room at her aunt's side. The man who had tended the fire met me in the hall and, conducting me to my room, suggested various offices that he was ready to perform for my comfort. The house 50 I FALL INTO A BRIAR PATCH faced south, and my windows, midway of the east wing, afforded a fine view of the hills. The room was large enough for a chamber of state, and its furniture was massive. A four-poster invited to luxurious repose; half a dozen etch- ings by famous artists Parrish and Van Elten among them hung upon the walls ;, and on a table beside the bed stood a handsome decanter and glasses, reinforced by the quart of Scotch which Miss Hollister had recommended for my re- freshment. My bag had been opened and my things put out, so that, there being more than an hour to pass before I need dress for dinner, I went below and explored the garden and wandered off along a winding path that stole with charming fur- tiveness toward a venerable orchard of gnarled apple trees. From the height thus gained I looked down upon the house, and caught a glimpse beyond it of one of the chain of lakes, on which the westering sun glinted goldenly. Thus seeing the house from a new angle, I was impressed as I had not been at first by its size: it was a huge establishment, and I thought with envy of Pepperton, to whom such ample com- missions were not rare. Pepperton, I recalled a little bitterly, had arrived; whereas I, who had enjoyed exactly his own training for the 51 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS architect's profession, had failed at it and been obliged to turn my hand to the doctoring of chimneys. But I am not a morbid person, and it is my way to pluck such joy as I may from the fleeting moment; and as I reflected upon the odd circumstance of my being there, my spirits rose. Miss Hollister was beyond ques- tion a singular person, but her whims were amusing. I felt that she was less cryptic than her niece, and the thought of Cecilia drove me back upon Jewett's story of Wiggins's interest in that quarter. I resolved to write to Wiggins when I got back to town the next day and abuse him roundly for running off without so much as good-bye. That, most emphatically, was not like dear old Wiggins! I had been sitting on a stone wall watching the shadows lengthen. I rose now and followed the wall toward a highway along which wagons and an occasional motor-car had passed during my revery. The sloping pasture was rough and frequently sent me along at a trot. The wall that marked the boundary at the road- side was hidden by a tangle of raspberry bushes, and my foot turning on a stone concealed in the wild grasses, I fell clumsily and rolled a dozen yards into a tangle of the berry bushes. As I picked myself up I heard voices in the 52 I FALL INTO A BRIAR PATCH road, but should have thought nothing of it, had I not seen through a break in the vines, and almost within reach of my hand, Cecilia Hollister talking earnestly to some one not yet disclosed. She washatless, but had flung a golf- cape over her shoulders. The red scarlet lining of the hood turned up about her neck made an effective setting for her noble head. "Oh, I can't tell you! I can't help you! I must n't even appear to give you any advan- tage. I went into it with my eyes open, and I 'm in honor bound not to tell you anything. You have said nothing nothing, remember that. There is absolutely nothing between us." "But I must say everything! I refuse to be blinded by these absurd restrictions, whatever they are. It 's not fair, it 's inviting me into a game where the cards are not all on the table. I J ve come to make an end of it!" My hands had suffered by contact with the briars, and I had been ministering to them with my handkerchief; but I fell back upon the slope in my astonishment at this colloquy. Cecilia Hollister I had seen plainly enough, though the man's back had been toward me; but any- where on earth I should have known Wiggins's voice. I protest that it is not my way to be- come an eavesdropper voluntarily, but to dis- 53 THE SIEGE OP THE SEVEN SUITORS close myself now was impossible. If it had not been Wiggins but Wiggins would never have understood or forgiven; nor could I have ex- plained plausibly to Cecilia Hollister that I had not followed her from the house to spy upon her. I should have made the noise of an in- vading army if I had attempted to effect an exit by creeping out through the windrow of crisp 54 I FALL INTO A BRIAR PATCH leaves in which I lay; and to turn back and ascend the slope the way I had come would have been to advertise my presence to the fig- ures in the road. There seemed nothing for me but to keep still and hope that this discus- sion between Cecilia Hollister and Hartley Wiggins would not be continued within earshot. To my relief they moved a trifle farther on; but I still heard their voices. "I cannot listen to you. Now that I 'm com- mitted I cannot honorably countenance you at all; and I can explain nothing. I came here to meet you only to tell you this. You must go please! And do not attempt to see me in this way again." I was grateful that Wiggins's voice sank so low in his reply that I did not hear it; but I knew that he was pleading hard. Then a motor flashed by, and when the whir of its passing had ceased, the voices were inaudible; but a moment later I heard a light quick step be- yond the wall, and Cecilia passed hurriedly, her face turned toward the house. The cape was drawn tightly about her shoulders, and she walked with her head bowled. I breathed a sigh of relief, and when I felt safe from detection climbed the slope. Pausing on the crest to survey the landscape, 55 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS I saw a man, wearing a derby hat and a light top-coat, leaning against a fence that inclosed a pasture. As I glanced in his direction he moved away hastily toward the road below. The feeling of being watched is not agreeable, and I could not account for him. As he passed out of sight, still another man appeared, emerg- ing from a strip of woodland farther on. Even through the evening haze I should have said that he was a gentleman. The two men ap- parently bore no relation to each other, though they were walking in the same direction, bound, I judged, for the highway below. I had an un- comfortable feeling that they had both been observing me, though for what purpose I could not imagine. Then once more, just as I was about to enter the Italian garden from a fal- low field that hung slightly above it, a third man appeared as mysteriously as though he had sprung from the ground, and ran at a sharp dog-trot along the fence, headed, like the others, for the road. In the third instance the stranger undoubtedly took pains to hide his face, but he, too, was well dressed and wore a top-coat and a fedora hat of current style. I did not know why these gentlemen were ranging the neighborhood or what object they had in view; but their several appearances had 56 I FALL INTO A BRIAR PATCH interested me, and I went on into the house well satisfied that events of an unusual char- acter were likely to mark my visit to the home of Miss Octavia Hollister. IV WE DINE IN THE GUN-ROOM CECILIA sat reading alone when I entered the library shortly before the dinner-hour. She put down her book and we fell into fitful talk. "I took a walk after tea. I always feel that sunsets are best seen from the fields; you can't quite do them justice from windows," she be- gan. She seemed preoccupied, but this may have been the interpretation of my conscience, whose twinges reminded me unpleasantly of my pre- cipitation into the briar bushes at the foot of the pasture, where I had witnessed her meet- ing with Wiggins. My admiration gained new levels. Her black evening gown became her; a band of velvet circled her throat, emphasiz- ing its firm whiteness. It seemed incredible that I had seen her so recently, in the filmy dusk, talking with so much earnestness to Hartley Wiggins. It was my impression, gained from the few sentences I had overheard by the road, that she did not repulse him, but that some mysterious, difficult barrier kept them apart. 58 WE DINE IN THE GuN-ROOM Where, I wondered, was Wiggins now, and what were to be the further incidents of this singu- lar affair? While we waited for Miss Hollister to appear, she continued to speak of her joy in the hills. It is not every one who can admire a sunset with sincerity, but she conveyed the spirit of the phenomena that had attended the lowering of the bright targe of day in terms and tones that were delightfully natural and convincing. And yet the far-away look in her eyes suggested in- evitably the scene I had witnessed and the phrases I had caught by the roadside. Wiggins was in her recollection of the glowing landscape, I was confident of this; and poor Wiggins was even now wandering these hills, no doubt, brooding upon his troubles under the clear October stars. Dinner was announced the moment Miss Hollister entered, and I walked out between them. Miss Octavia Hollister was a surpris- ing person, but in nothing was she so delight- fully wayward as in the gowns she wore. My ignorance of such matters is immeasurable, but I fancy that she designed her own raiment and that her ideas were thereupon carried out by a tailor of skill. At the Asolando and when we had met at tea in her own house, she had worn 59 THE SIEGE OP THE SEVEN SUITORS the severest of tailored gowns, with short skirt and a coat into whose pockets she was fond of thrusting her hands. To-night the material was lavender silk trimmed in white, but the skirt had not lengthened, and over a white silk waist she wore a kind of cut-away coat that matched the skirt. An aigrette in her lovely white hair contributed a piquant note to the whole impression. As we passed down the hall she talked with great animation of the Hague Tribunal, just then holding a prominent place in the newspapers for some reason that has es- caped me. "The whole thing is absurd; perfectly ab- surd! I know of nothing that would contribute more to human enjoyment than a real war be- tween Germany and England. The Hague idea is pure sentimentalism, if sentimentalism can ever be said to be pure. I will go further and say that I consider it positively immoral." This new view of the matter left me stam- mering. Cecilia, I saw, had no intention of helping me over these difficult hurdles that were constantly popping up in my conversations with her aunt. This delightful old lady in lavender, the mistress of a house whose luxury and peace were antipodal to any hint of war, continued to baffle me. She had ordered dinner in the gun- 60 WE DINE IN THE GUN-ROOM room, but I thought this merely a turn of her humor ; and I was taken aback when she led the way into a low, heavily raftered room, where electric sconces of an odd type were thrust at irregular intervals along the walls, which were otherwise hung with arms of many sorts in or- derly combinations. They were not the litter of antique shops, I saw in a hasty glance, but rifles and guns of the latest patterns, and beside the sideboard stood a gun-rack and a cabinet which I assumed contained still other and perhaps deadlier weapons. At one end of the room, and just behind Miss Hollister, was a sunburst of swords, which gleamed with a kind of mockery behind her white head. The small round table was conventionally set, but this only added to the grimness of the encompassing arsenal. A bowl of crimson roses in the centre of the snowy cloth would ordi- narily have mitigated the effect of the grim walls ; but I confess that the color reminded me a little too sombrely of the ugly business for which this steel had been designed. But for the presence of Miss Cecilia, who was essentially typical of our twentieth-century American wpman, I think I might readily have yielded to the illusion that I was the guest of some eccen- tric chatelaine who had invited me to dine with 61 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS her in a bastion of her fortress before ordering me to some chamber of horrors for execution. There seemed to be no reason why one of those keen blades on the wall might not find its way through my ribs between a highly satisfactory plate of potage a la tortue and a bit of sea-bass that would have honored any kitchen in the land. No reference was made to the character of the room; I felt, in fact, that Cecilia rather pleaded with her eyes that I should make no reference to it. And Miss Hollister remarked quite casually as though in comment upon my thoughts: "Consistency has buried its thousands and habit its tens of thousands. We should live, Mr. Ames, for the changes and chances of this troubled life. Between an opera-box and a villa at Newport many of my best friends have per- ished." "I have thought myself that Thoreau had the right idea," I began hopefully; but she raised her_finger warningly. "Mr. Ames, the mention of Henry David Thoreau is wholly distasteful to me. A man who will deliberately choose to whittle lead- pencils for chipmunks and write a book about a moist sand-pile like Cape Cod arouses no sym- pathy in me. And these well-meaning women 62 WE DINE IN THE GUN-ROOM who are forever gathering autumn leaves, or who tire you in spring by telling you they have found the first pussy-willow feathering, and who make all Nature odious by their general goo- goo ings, bore me to death. There is no such thing possible as the simple life. I give you my word for it that it is only in the most complex existence that the spirit of man can thrive." I am only a chimney-doctor; I have never been able to make any headway in discussing things aesthetic, sentimental or spiritual with per- sons of sound conviction in such matters. A bishop with whom I once roamed the English cathedrals confessed to me his sincere belief that in the days of the inquisition the gridiron would have been my rightful portion. I was fearful lest my hostess should suggest the mediaeval church as a topic, and this I knew would be disastrous. As an abbess she would, I fancied, have ruled with an iron hand. But with start- ling abruptness she put down her fork, and bend- ing her wonderfully direct gaze upon me, asked a question that caused me to strangle on a bit of asparagus. "I imagine, Mr. Ames, that you are a mem- ber of some of the better clubs in town. If by any chance you belong to the Hare and Tor- toise, the name of which has always pleased 63 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS me, do you by any chance happen to enjoy the acquaintance of Mr. Hartley Wiggins?" Cecilia lifted her head. I saw that she had been as startled as I. It crossed my mind that a denial of any acquaintance with Wiggins might best serve him in the circumstances; but I am not, I hope, without a sense of shame, and I responded promptly : "Yes, I know him well. We are old friends. I always see a good deal of him during the win- ter. His summers are spent usually on his ranch in the west. We dined together two days ago at the Hare and Tortoise, just before he left for the west." "You will pardon me if I say that it is wholly to his credit that he has forsworn the profes- sions and identified himself with the honorable calling of the husbandman." "We met Mr. Wiggins while traveling abroad last summer," interposed Cecilia, meeting my eyes quite frankly. "Met him! Did you say met him, Cecilia? On the contrary we found him waiting for us at the dock the morning we sailed," corrected Miss Hollister, "and we never lost him a day in three months^ of rapid travel. I had never met him before, but I cannot deny that he made himself exceedingly agreeable. If, as I 64 WE DINE IN THE GUN-ROOM suspected, he had deliberately planned to travel on the same steamer with my two nieces, I have only praise for his conduct, for in these days, Mr. Ames, it warms my heart to find young men showing something of the old chivalric ardor in their affairs of the heart." "I 'm sure Mr. Wiggins made himself very agreeable," remarked Cecilia colorlessly. "For myself," retorted Miss Hollister, "I should speak even more strongly. He re- peatedly served us with tact and delicacy; and I recall with the greatest satisfaction his vig- orous chastisement of our courier in Cologne, where that person was found to have treated us in the most treacherous manner. He had, in fact, in collusion with an inn-keeper, con- nived at the loss of our baggage to delay our departure, even after I had pronounced the cathedral the greatest architectural monstros- ity in Europe." "Oh, Aunt Octavia, you did n't really mean that!" And Cecilia laughed for the first time. Her color had risen, and her dark eyes lit with pleasure. "I had formed so high an opinion of Mr. Wiggins," Miss Octavia continued, "that I learned with sincerest regret that his ancestors were Tories and took no part in the struggle for 65 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS American independence. There are times when I seriously question the wisdom of the colonists in breaking with the mother country; but cer- tainly no man of character in that day could have hesitated as to his proper course." Then, as though by intention, Miss Hollister dropped upon the smooth current of our talk a sentence that drove the color from Cecilia's face. At once the girl was cold again, and I felt embar- rassed and uncomfortable that a friend of mine had been brought into the conversation to my befuddlement. The situation was trying, but in spite of this it grew steadily more interest- ing. "Hezekiah and Mr. Wiggins were the best of friends," was Miss Hollister's remark. Cecilia's eyes were on her plate; but her aunt went on in her blithest fashion : " You may not know that Hezekiah is another niece, Cecilia's sister. She was named, at my suggestion, for my father, there being no son in the family, and I trust that so unusual a name in a young girl does not strike you as in- defensible." "On the contrary, it seems to me wholly re- freshing and delightful. As I recall the Sunday- school of my youth, Hezekiah was a monarch of great authority, whose animosity toward 66 WE DINE IN THE GUN-ROOM Sennacherib was justified in the fullest degree. The very name bristles with spears, and is musi- cal with the trumpets of Israel. Nothing would make me happier than to meet the young lady who bears this illustrious name." "As to your knowledge of ancient history, Mr. Ames," began Miss Hollister, as she helped herself to the cheese, sweets, I noted, were not included in the very ample meal I had en- joyed, "it is clear that you were well taught in your youth. I am not surprised, however, for I should have expected nothing less of a son of the late General Ames of Hartford. As to meeting my niece Hezekiah, I fear that that is at present impossible. While Cecilia remains with me, Hezekiah's duty is to her father, and I must say in all kindness that Hezekiah's ways, like those of Providence and the custom-house, are beyond my feeble understanding. In a word, Mr. Ames, Hezekiah is different." "Hezekiah," added Cecilia with feeling, "is a dear. " "Please don't bring sentimentalism to the table! " cried Miss Hollister. " Mr. Wiggins once informed me in a moment of forgetfulness, it was at Fontainebleau, I remember, when Heze- kiah persisted in reminding a one-armed French colonel who was hanging about that we named 67 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS cities in America for Bismarck, it was there at the inn, that Mr. Wiggins confided to me his belief that Hezekiah bears a strong resem- blance to the common or domestic peach. As a single peach at that place was charged in the bill at ten francs, the remark was ill-timed, to say the least. But Mr. Wiggins was so contrite when I rebuked him, that I allowed him to pay for our luncheon, no small matter, indeed, for Hezekiah's appetite is nothing if not robust." The table-talk had yielded little light on the subject of Wiggins's predicament, whatever that might be; but these references to the absent Hezekiah had set a troop of interrogation points to dancing on the frontiers of my curiosity. Miss Hollister had given so many turns to the con- versation that I could reach no conclusion as to her feeling toward Wiggins or Hezekiah Hollis- ter; and as for Cecilia, I was unable to deter- mine whether she was a prisoner at Hopefield Manor or the willing and devoted companion of her aunt. In this bewildered state of mind, while we lingered over our coffee, the servant appeared with a card for each of the ladies. I saw Cecilia start as she read the name. "Mr. Wiggins ! How remarkable that he should have appeared just as we were speaking 68 WE DINE IN THE GUN-ROOM of him," said Miss Hollister. "Be sure the gen- tleman is comfortable in the library, James. We shall be in at once. Mr. Ames, you will of course be delighted to meet your friend here, and you will assist us in dispensing our meagre hospitality." THE STRANGE BEHAVIOR OF A CHIMNEY THERE was no reason in the world why Hart- ley Wiggins should not call upon two ladies liv- ing in Westchester County, and I must say that he appeared to advantage in Miss Hollister's library. He had got into his evening clothes some- where, perhaps at a neighboring inn, or maybe at the house of a friend; for he could not possibly have motored into town and back since his interview with Cecilia in the highway. He had impressed the clerk at the Hare and Tortoise with the idea that he had left New York for a long absence, and he had apparently camped at the gates of Hopefield to be near Cecilia. When he had paid his compliments to the ladies, he turned to me with an almost imper- ceptible lifting of the brows; but he was cordial enough. If he was surprised or disappointed at seeing me, his manner did not betray the feeling. 70 THE STRANGE BEHAVIOR OF A CHIMNEY " Glad to see you, Ames. Rather nice weather, this." "Even Dakota could n't do better," I affirmed with a grin; but he ignored the fling. "It is quite remarkable, Mr. Wiggins, that you should have appeared just when you did, for we had been speaking of you, and I had been telling Mr. Ames of our travels abroad and in particular of the thumping you very properly gave our courier at Cologne. And I shall not deny that I mentioned also our brief discussion of the peach-crop at Fontainebleau." Cecilia stirred restlessly; Wiggins shot a glance of inquiry in my direction; and I felt decidedly ill at ease. Miss Hollister crossed to the fire- place and poked the logs. Just what part Hezekiah Hollister played in the situation was beyond me. If I had not wit- nessed Wiggins's clandestine meeting with Ce- cilia, matters would have been clearer to my comprehension ; but his appearance at the house, after the colloquy I had overheard from the briar patch, was in itself inexplicable. Cecilia was a woman, therefore to be wooed, and yet she had indicated by her words to him that the wooing, independently of her feeling and inclination, might not go forward with entire freedom. Miss Hollister's singular references to 71 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS Hezekiah a person about whom my curiosity was now a good deal aroused added to the mystery that enfolded the library. "Our American peaches are not what they were in my youth. Cold storage destroys the flavor. I have not tasted a decent peach for twenty years." This was pretty tame, I admit; but I felt that I must say something. Responsive to Miss Hollister's energetic prodding, the flames in the fireplace leaped into the great throat of the chimney with a roar. She turned, her back to the blaze, and looked upon her guests benig- nantly. "If all your flues draw like that one, they are not seriously in need of doctoring," I re- marked, feeling that flues were a safer topic than the peach-crop. "Flues are nothing if not erratic," replied Miss Hollister. The subject did not appear to interest her; nor had she, by the remotest sug- gestion, referred to the object of my coming. I had sniffed vainly in the halls above and below for any trace of the stale smoke which usually greeted me at once on my arrival at the house of a client. The air of Hopefield Manor was as sweet as that of a June meadow. Wig- gins remarked to me that I doubtless knew the 72 THE STRANGE BEHAVIOR OF A CHIMNEY Manor had been designed by Pepperton, whom we both knew well. "This is Pep's masterpiece. He need do nothing better to keep his grip at the top," he said. "I consider it a great privilege to be per- mitted to visit a house designed by a dear friend and occupied by a lady peculiarly fitted to appreciate and adorn it." I thought rather well of this as I spoke the words; but neither Cecilia nor Wiggins rose to it as I hoped they might. * "You have a neat turn for the direct com- pliment," said Miss Hollister promptly. "The house was built, you may not know, for a manu- facturer of umbrellas, who died before he had occupied it, in circumstances I may later dis- close to you; which accounts, Mr. Ames, for that figure of Cupid under a pink parasol on the drawing-room ceiling. At the first opportunity I shall remove it, as baby Cupids are irrecon- cilable with the militant love-making I admire. I consider umbrellas detestable, and never carry one when I can command a mackintosh." "When I 'm on the ranch I wear a slicker," said Wiggins. "It 's bullet-proof, and that I have found at times a decided advantage." We discussed mackintoshes for at least ten 73 THE SIEGE OP THE SEVEN SUITORS minutes, with far more sprightliness than I had imagined the subject could evoke. Then Miss Hollister, after a turn up and down the room, paused beside me. "Mr. Ames," she said, "would you care to join me in a game of billiards? I 'm not in my best form, but I think we might profitably knock the balls for half an hour." I acquiesced with alacrity. I assumed it to be Miss Hollister's purpose to leave Cecilia and Wiggins alone. I should be rendering Wiggins and Cecilia a service by withdrawing, and I was glad of a chance to escape. To my infinite surprise they both protested, not in mere polite murmurs but with consid- erable vehemence. "It 's quite cool to-night, and I don't believe you ought to use the billiard-room until the plumber has fixed the radiator," said Cecilia. "And if you knew Mr. Ames's game I 'm sure you would n't care to waste time on him," piped Wiggins, whom I had frequently van- quished in billiard bouts at the Hare and Tor- toise, where, I may say modestly, I had long been considered one of the most formidable of the club's players. Both he and Cecilia had risen, and we stood, I remember, just before the hearth, during this 74 THE STRANGE BEHAVIOR OF A CHIMNEY exchange. At this moment, a singular thing happened. The fire that had been sweeping in a broad wave-like curve into the chimney was checked suddenly. I had repeatedly marked the admirable draught, the facile grace of the flame as it rose and vanished. The cessation of the draught was unmarked by any of those pre- monitory symptoms by which a fire usually gives warning of evil intentions. The upward current of air had ceased utterly and without apparent cause. We were all aware of a choking, a gasping in the deep flue, which could not be accounted for by any natural stoppage incident to chimneys the dislodging of masonry, or a packing of soot. The former was hardly possible and the house was not old enough to make the latter theory plausible. From my survey of the flue on my arrival in the afternoon, I judged that this particular chimney had been little used. The smoke now rolled out in billows and drove us back from the hearth. I seized the tongs and poker and began readjusting the logs, without, however, any hope of correcting a diffi- culty that lay patently in the upper regions of the flue itself. The smoke, after a courageous effort to rise, encountered an obstruction of some sort and ebbed back upon the hearth and out into the room. My efforts to stop the trouble 75 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS by shifting the logs were futile, as I expected them to be, and I retreated quickly, making, I fear, no very gallant appearance as I mopped my face and eyes. "Well," exclaimed Miss Hollister, who had rung for a servant to open the doors and win- dows, "this is certainly most extraordinary. What solution do you offer, Mr. Ames?" "The matter requires investigation. I can't venture an opinion until I have made a thor- 76 THE STRANGE BEHAVIOR OF A CHIMNEY ough investigation. The night is perfectly quiet and the wind is hardly responsible. I think we had better abandon the room until I can solve this riddle in the morning." The prompt opening of the windows and doors caused the slow dispersion of the smoke, but the lights in the room still shone dimly as through a fog. "It 's beastly," ejaculated Wiggins, coughing. "I did n't suppose Pepperton would put a flue like that into a house. He ought to be shot." "It is fortunate," said Miss Hollister, "that Mr. Ames is on the ground. He now has a case that will test his most acute powers of diag- nosis." The logs that had burned so brightly before the chimney choked still held their flames stub- bornly, and I had advised against pouring water upon them, fearing to crack the brick and stone- work. We were about to adjourn to the draw- ing-room; Miss Hollister and the others had in fact reached the door, leaving me alone be- fore the hearth. Then, as I stood half -blinded watching the smoke pour out into the room, and more puzzled than I had ever been before in any of my employments, the chimney, with a deep intake of breath, began drawing the smoke upward again; the flames caught and 77 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS spread with renewed ardor ; and when the trio still loitering in the hall returned in answer to my exclamation of surprise, the flue had recov- ered its composure and was behaving in a sane and normal manner. There is, I imagine, nothing pertaining to the life of man (unless it be rival climates, motor-cars or pianos) that so inspires incom- petent, irrelevant and immaterial criticism as wayward fireplaces. It is part of my business to listen respectfully to opinions, to receive with an appearance of credulity the theories of others; and those advanced in Miss Hollister's library were not below the average to which I was ac- customed. "A swallow undoubtedly fell into the chim- ney-pot and then got itself out again," sug- gested Cecilia. "The logs must have been wet. The sap had n't dried out yet," proposed Wiggins. "The wood was as dry as tinder," averred Miss Hollister, not without irritation. "And one swallow does not make a summer or a chimney smoke. It must have been a changing current of air. I was reading a book on ballooning the other day, and it is remarkable how the air currents change." "That is quite possible, as the air cools rap- 78 THE STRANGE BEHAVIOR OF A CHIMNEY idly after sunset at this season, and that is bound to have an effect on the quality and re- sistance of the atmosphere," I replied sagely. "Perhaps," suggested Miss Hollister, with one of those flashes of animation that were so de- lightful in her, "perhaps it was a ghost! Will you tell us, Mr. Ames, whether in your expe- rience you have ever known a chimney ghost?" As I had no opinion of my own as to what had caused the chimney's brief aberration, I was glad to follow Miss Hollister' s lead. "I have had several experiences with ghosts," I began, "though I should not like you to think that I profess any special genius for the analysis of psychical phenomena. But there was a house at Shinnecock that was reputed to be haunted. The living-room chimney behaved damnably. The house was one of Buffington's. Buffington, you know, was quite capable of building a house and omitting any stairway. We used to say at the club that he ought to have specialized in fire-engine houses, where the men don't use stair- ways but slide down a pole. Well, the living-room chimney in this particular house could n't be made to draw with a team of elephants, and it had also the reputation of being haunted. Strange flutings of the weirdest and most distressing kind were often heard at night. The owner gave up 79 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS in despair and moved out, turning the house over to me. After eliminating all other possibilities, I decided that the piping spook must be related to the disorder in the chimney. It served two fire- places, and I proceeded to knock the kinks out of it so it did n't tie knots in a plumb-line as at first; but, believe me, when it stopped smoking it still whistled, in the most fantastical fashion. I was living in the house, with only the servants about, and for a week gave my whole thought to this flue. The ghostly flutist was an amateur, but he tried his hand at every sort of tune, from * Sally in our Alley' to the jewel song in Faust. The whistling did n't begin till nearly midnight, and continued usually for about an hour. I tried in every way to lure him into the open, and I fell downstairs one night as I crept about in the dark trying to trace the sound. And to what palpable and mundane source do you suppose I traced that ghost?" "I never should guess," murmured Cecilia, "unless it was merely the weird whistling of the wind." "Nothing so poetical, I'm sorry to confess. It was the butler ! In his nightly cups his soul inclined to music, and being a timid soul, fear- ful of the cynical tongues of the other servants, he crawled into the ash-dump in the cellar, 80 THE STRANGE BEHAVIOR OF A CHIMNEY which communicated with the several fireplaces above, and there indulged himself gently upon the tuneful reed. The night I caught him he was breathing the wild strains of Brunhilde's Battle-Cry into the tube, and it was shudder- some, I can tell you! I took it upon myself to discharge him on the spot, and the grateful owner returned the next day." "The presence of a ghost in this house would give me the greatest pleasure," declared Miss Hollister, who had listened intently to my re- cital. "I should look upon a ghost's appear- ance at Hopefield Manor as a great compli- ment. If any reputable, decent ghost should by any chance take up his residence in this house, I should give him every encouragement." Miss Hollister seemed to have forgotten the proposed game of billiards. The chimney's law- less demonstration had, in fact, given a new turn to the evening. We discussed ghosts for half an hour, and then, without having enjoyed any opportunity for a single private word with Ce- cilia, Wiggins rose to leave. He shook hands all around and bowed from the door. It was in my mind to follow, making a pretext of walk- ing with him to the station or of helping him find his car; but nothing in his good -night to me encouraged such attentions, and as I pon- 81 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS dered, the outer door closed upon my irresolu- tion. At the stroke of ten Miss Hollister rose and excused herself. "We breakfast at eight, Mr. Ames. I trust the hour does not conflict with your habits." I assured her that the hour was wholly agreeable, and she gave me her hand with great dignity. When I turned toward Cecilia she had moved to a seat close by the hearth and was gazing dreamily into the fire, now a bed of glowing coals. "It was odd," I remarked. "You mean the chimney?" "Yes. It was quite unaccountable. I con- fess that I never knew a chimney's mood to change so abruptly." She sat silent for several minutes, and then she lifted her head and her eyes met mine. "Pardon me, Mr. Ames, but did my aunt ask you here to examine the chimneys? I did n't quite understand. We have been here only a week; the weather has been warm, and I be- lieve this fire had not been lighted before to- day. You will pardon my frankness, but I can't quite understand why my aunt invited you here if you came professionally. I thought when you appeared this afternoon that you were a guest nothing more or less." 82 THE STRANGE BEHAVIOR OF A CHIMNEY "You had heard nothing of any trouble with the fireplaces? Then I am in the dark as much as you. As I understood it, I was called here to examine the flues; but now that I think of it, she did not say explicitly that her chimneys were behaving badly, though that was of course implied. I naturally assumed that she sum- moned me here in my professional capacity. I was a stranger to your aunt; she would hardly have invited me otherwise." She turned again to the fire as though re- ferring to it for counsel. Her perplexity was no greater than my own. It was certainly an extraordinary experience to be invited to a strange house where my services had not been needed, and to find that an apparently sound chimney had begun to smoke at once as though in mockery of my presence. "I imagine, however, that your aunt acts a good deal on impulse. Her asking me here may have been only a whim." "Please don't imagine that your coming has not been agreeable to me," Cecilia protested. "My aunt is quite capable of inviting a stranger to the house. She met you, I believe, at the Aso- lando. I hope you understand that it is only be- cause I am in deep trouble, Mr. Ames, trouble of the gravest nature, that I have ventured to 83 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS speak to you in this way of my aunt, for whom I have all respect and affection." She had never, I was sure, been lovelier than at this moment. Her eyes filled, but she lifted her head proudly. Whatever the trouble might be I was sorry for it on her own account; and if it involved Hartley Wiggins my sympathy went out to him also. On an impulse I spoke of him. "I was surprised to meet Hartley Wiggins here. He 's a dear friend of mine, you know. I thought he had gone to his ranch. He left the Hare and Tortoise very abruptly a few nights ago just after we had dined together. He must be stopping somewhere in the neigh- borhood." "It's quite possible. And there's an inn, you know. I fancy he drove over from there." "I hadn't thought of that; the Prescott Arms, I suppose you mean." She nodded, but she was clearly not inter- ested in me, and when I found myself failing dismally to divert her thoughts to cheerfuller channels, I rose and bade her good-night. The servant who had previously attended me appeared promptly when I reached my room, bearing a tray, with biscuits and a bottle of ale. He gave me an envelope addressed in a hand 84 THE STRANGE BEHAVIOR OF A CHIMNEY I already knew as Miss Octavia's, and I opened and read: "The following I either detest or distrust, so kindly refrain from mentioning them while you are a guest of Hopefield Manor: Automobiles. Mashed Potatoes. Whiskers. Chopin's Concerto in E Minor (op. 11). Bishop's 'Coadjutor. Limericks. Cats. OCTAVIA HOLLISTER." I absorbed this with a glass of ale. There were seven items, I noted, and I had no serious quarrel with her attitude toward any of them; but just what these matters had to do with me or my presence in her house I could not deter- mine. She had referred to me in the note as a guest I had noted that; and I did know, moreover, that Miss Octavia Hollister possessed a quaint and delicate humor; and I looked for- ward with the pleasantest anticipations to our further meetings. Before I slept I threw up my window and stepped out upon a narrow balcony that af- forded a capital view of the fields and woods to the east. The night was fine, with the sky bright with stars and moon. As my eyes dropped 85 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS from the horizon to the near landscape, I saw a man perched on a knoll in the midst of a corn-field. He stood as rigid as a sentry on duty, or like a forlorn commander, counting the spears of his tattered battalions. I was not sure that he saw me, for the balcony was slightly shadowed, but at any rate, he was sharply outlined to my vision. His derby hat and overcoat gave him an odd appearance as he stood brooding above the corn. Then he vanished suddenly, though, as he retired toward the highway, I followed him for some time by the shaking and jerking of the corn-stalks. I lay awake far into the night, considering the events of the day. Of these the curious stoppage of the library chimney was the least interesting. I doubted whether it would ever recur. The love-affair of Hartley Wiggins was, however, a matter of importance to me, his friend, and I determined to make every effort to see him the next day and learn the exact status of his affair with Cecilia Hollister. VI I DELIVER A MESSAGE I WAS aroused at six o'clock the next morning by the sound of gun-shots, and springing out of bed I beheld, in an open pasture beyond the stable-yard, the indomitable Miss Hollister engaged in the pleasing pastime of breaking clay pigeons with a fowling-piece. Her Swed- ish maid stood by with a formidable pad of paper, keeping score. A boy pulled the trap for her, and she threw up her gun and blazed away with a practised hand. Her small, slight, tense figure, awaiting the launching of the tar- get, the quick up-bring of the gun as she sighted, and the pause, following the firing of the shot, in which she bent forward rigidly watching the result, were features of a picture which I would not have missed. My eye could not follow the curving disc in its flight, but when the shot told, the bursting clay made a little patch of dust in the air that was plainly visible from where I sat. Beyond the stable-roofs, on a broad stretch of pasture whose aftermath made a green field about her, and against a background of the 87 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS more distant woods' tapestry, Miss Octavia Hollister was a figure to admire. And I will write it down here and be done with it, that it has been my good fortune to know many de- lightful women, but I have never known one more interesting or charming than Miss Octavia Hollister. The spirit of deathless youth was in her heart; and youth's gay pennants fluttered 88 I DELIVER A MESSAGE about her, as the reports of her gun fell cheerily upon the crisp morning air, a rebuke and a chal- lenge to all indolent souls. I made myself presentable as quickly as pos- sible and went forth to report to her. She nodded pleasantly as I greeted her immediately after she had scored a capital shot. A second gun was produced, and I saw that it was not without sat- isaction that she observed my lack of prowess. One out of five was the best I could do, whereas she smashed three with the greatest ease. On alternate mornings, she informed me, she shot glass balls with a rifle, a sport which she declared to be superior to pigeon-shooting in the severity of its demand upon the nerve and eye. "If I had known you would be up so early I should have sent coffee to your room," she re- marked as we walked toward the house. "Very likely your lack of luck with the birds is attrib- utable entirely to the impoverished state of your stomach." Breakfast was served on a delightful sun- porch that I had not before seen. Cecilia ap- peared promptly, having in fact been gather- ing fall flowers for some time, I judged, from the considerable armful of chrysanthemums, asters, dahlias and marigolds, which we found 89 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS her arranging for the table. She seemed in ex- cellent spirits, and greeted us most amiably. "I heard the artillery booming and thought an army had descended. It 's a great regret to me, Mr. Ames, that I have never been able to make any headway at the traps. I suffer from chronic and incurable gun-shyness. I 'm sorry archery has gone out. I think I might have done better with the long bow." "Pinkie!" exclaimed Miss Hollister disdain- fully. "I cured myself of gun -shy ness easily enough by having the gardener follow me about whenever I took my daily walks, firing a gun at irregular intervals just behind me. I was threatened with deafness when I began, but the agitation of my tympanums by the explosions of my gun has corrected the difficulty. I have men- tioned my discovery of this remedy to a distin- guished aurist, and he is preparing a paper on the subject not, however, without my permis- sion which he expects to read shortly before one of the most learned societies in Europe. Cecilia, the chops are overdone again; please remind me to speak to the cook about it. If it were not that he is so expert in detecting spuri- ous steam-mill corn-meal, which is constantly sold as a substitute for the Boydville water-ground article, I should discharge him for this. An ill- 90 I DELIVER A MESSAGE broiled chop can do much to shake one's faith in human nature. If I wanted to eat grilled patent leather I should order it." In spite of her sharp observations it was quite clear to me that Miss Hollister's was the gen- tlest and sweetest of natures. I fully believed that her whims were the honest expression of a revolt against the tedious and conventional, and nothing in my later acquaintance disturbed this opinion. It was her privilege to do as she liked, and if she preferred cracking clay saucers with a shot-gun to knitting or darning stockings or gossiping, it was no one's business. The mail arrived and was placed by her plate before we left the table. She opened first a bulky envelope containing cuttings from a clipping bureau, and she mused aloud upon these as she read. "This persistent story of a sunken galleon off the Bolivian coast sounds plausible, but I fear it is the work of some bright young journalist. Our minister in that benighted country does n't take any stock in it. I had a cable from him yesterday. If he had given the story credence I should have gone down at once with a steamer and crew of divers. The imaginative young news- paper men continue romancing, however; and it costs me five cents a clipping." 91 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS She next opened a letter that roused her to vigorous declamation. "Cecilia," she began, "here is a letter from that Mrs. Stanford we met in Berne. She en- closes a card that indicates her wish to be called Mrs. Appleby now, having, I believe, spent a few months since our meeting in one of our American States where the marital tie read- ily evaporates, and shaken Stanford, whom I have heard spoken of in the highest terms by persons of character. We live in an era of horse- less carriages, wireless telegraphy, husbandless wives and wifeless husbands. I have hit upon a formula which I am tempted to utilize hereafter when I meet husbandless women. When they are introduced I shall ask: Shaken, Or taken? signifying in the first instance a loss by way of Nevada, or, in the second, through the pearlier gates of that Paradise which is the hope of us all. Mr. Ames, as the butler has gone to sleep in the pantry, you will kindly pass the salt." She had handed Cecilia a number of letters, which the girl opened and then to my surprise meekly turned over to her aunt. Miss Hollister surveyed them critically. 92 I DELIVER A MESSAGE "I thought," she remarked, "that that young Henderson who was so attentive to you at Ma- drid was an impostor, and this note settles the matter. He flirted outrageously with Hezekiah behind your back. He asks if he may call upon you here. If he were the nephew of Colonel Abner Henderson of Roanoke, as he repre- sented himself to be, he would not ask if he might call upon you, but would have appeared at once in his proper person to pay his addresses. An unchivalrous and wobbly character, who evi- dently expects you to make the advances. But such are the youth of our time. And besides, Cecilia, his stationery leaves much to be de- sired. As for these other gentlemen we need not discuss them. Their actions must speak for them." Miss Hollister, having thus dismissed her niece's correspondents, rose and led the way to the library. Cecilia seemed in no wise depressed by her aunt's fling at Mr. Henderson, whoever he might be, but threw the notes upon the flames that blazed merrily in the fireplace. I suggested immediately that as I had come to Hopefield Manor to inspect the flues I should now be about my business; but to my surprise Miss Hollister evinced no interest whatever in the matter. Her tone and manner implied that 93 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS the condition of her chimneys was wholly negligible. "There is no haste, Mr. Ames. I have suf- fered all my life from the ill-considered and hur- ried work of professional men. Even the clergy and I have enjoyed the acquaintance of many are quite reckless in giving opinions. I once asked the Bishop of Waxahaxie was it Waxahaxie, Cecilia, or Tallahassee? -- well, it does n't matter anyhow -- whether he honestly believed there are no women angels. He replied with unusual frankness for one in holy orders that he did n't know, but added that he was sure there are angel women. Just for that im- pertinence I cut in two my subscription to his cathedral building-fund. When I ask an expert opinion of an educated person I don't intend to be put off with mere persiflage. And to re- turn to my chimneys, I beg that you give me the result of your most serious deliberations. At this hour I ride ; Cecilia, will you dress im- mediately and accompany me ? " She disappeared at once and I stared mutely after her. I am by no means an idler, and this cool indifference to the value of my time would ordinarily have enraged me; but I believe I laughed, and when I turned to Cecilia I found her smiling. 94 I DELIVER A MESSAGE "I 'm glad, Mr. Ames, that you are a person of humor. My aunt's conduct verifies what I said to you last night that the flues in this house have given us no trouble; that they have indeed had little chance to do so in the short time we have spent here. It is true that this one acted queerly last night, and I have wondered about its temporary sulkiness a good deal. It will be well, of course, for you to go over it, and all the others in the house. It is no joke that my aunt is a believer in thoroughness, and one of these days, when she is ready to talk of chim- neys, she will subject you to a most rigid ex- amination." "One of these days? Why, I have looked at the time-table, and it is my present intention to take the 12:03 into town. I have appoint- ments at my office for the afternoon. I assure you, Miss Hollister, that I 'm a man of engage- ments, particularly at this season." I remembered what Jewett had told me of Fortner, the painter, and his detention at New- port by Miss Octavia Hollister. I had no in- tention of being immured in any such fashion, and I was about to protest further when Ce- cilia took a step toward me, and after a glance at the door spoke in a low tone and with great earnestness. 95 "Mr. Ames, I have every reason to believe that you are a gentleman, and in that confident belief I 'm going to ask a favor of you. You have said that you know Mr. Hartlev Wiggins well." "I know no man better. You might not have inferred it from his manner last night, but he was undoubtedly surprised and embarrassed by mv presence, and did not act quite like him- self." "I think I understand the cause of that. If I should ask you to see him to-day and give him a message for me, could you do so?" "It will be an honor to serve you; and a very simple matter, as I should see him on my own account if he is still in the neighborhood." "He is doubtless at the Prescott Arms. My message is a verbal one. Please urge him not to make any effort to see me, and not to call here again. But at the same time, as the chimney smoked just as we were about to be left alone last night, I think I think" she hesitated a moment "You may say that his interests have not been jeopardized by his temerity in calling." In her pause before concluding this curious commission her eyes searched mine deeply, and I felt that she had not lightly entrusted me with 96 I DELIVER A MESSAGE this singular errand. Her dark eyes held mine an instant after she had spoken ; then she smiled, and her face showed relief. "Ask for anything you want. Aunt Octavia despises motors, so there 's no car here, but you will find plenty of horses and traps. Order what- ever pleases you. I shall expect to meet you at dinner if not at luncheon and so" she smiled again " will Aunt Octavia.'* She nodded to me from the door, and I heard her running lightly upstairs. Left to my own devices I rang the bell and ordered the library fire extinguished and the hearth cleaned. This required a little time; but the house man obeyed me readily, and soon, clad in my professional overalls and jumper, I was going carefully over the flue whose behavior had been so unaccountable the previous night. Guided by the servant I inspected the three fire- places in the upper chambers that were served by flues in this chimney and finally dropped my torch and plumb-line from the chimney-pot. Never in all my experience had I seen better flues; but remembering my ghost at Shinnecock, I had the ashes thrown out of the dump in the cellar and found the chute in perfect order. I learned by inquiry that the other flues worked perfectly, but I nevertheless scrutinized them carefully. 97 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS My freedom of the house afforded an excellent opportunity for a study of its beautiful con- struction. It was modern in every sense, with no dark, mysterious corners in which goblins might lurk. I prowled about with increasing admiration for Pepperton, and with a deepen- ing sense of my own failure in the art which he adorned. My professional labors were finished. I was quite ready for Miss Hollister's most searching inquiries. As for the library flue, I had decided that a little care in piling the logs in the hearth would obviate the possibility of any recurrence of the difficulty. And I thereupon hurried to my room, and after a tub (my vocation encour- aged frequent tubbing) chose from the stable a neat trap for one horse. Thus equipped I set out to find Wiggins. The Prescott Arms is an inn that sprang into being with the advent of motoring. The tourist is advised of his approach to it by signs swung at the crossways, and its plaster and timber walls are in plain sight from one of the excel- lent state roads. Gasoline and other liquids are offered there; one may have tea or an ampler meal on short notice; and a few guests may be lodged in case of necessity. I remembered it well, having several times found it a haven on 98 I DELIVER A MESSAGE motor-flights with friends. As I drove into the entrance I saw Wiggins pacing the long veranda. He waved a hand and came out to meet me, and when I had rid myself of the trap he sug- gested that we take a walk. His manner was not cordial, and he wore the haggard look of a man on bad terms with his pillow. I attributed his appearance to pre- occupation with his love-affair. When we had 99 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS withdrawn a little way from the inn he turned on me sharply. "Well? "he demanded. "Well/' I laughed. "Oh, you needn't take that tone about it! Your being here is something that requires ex- planation; and your being there 9 ' he flung out his arm toward Hopefield Manor "your presence there is not a laughing matter." "My dear Wiggins, I came here in a spirit of friendship, and you treat me like a pickpocket. I must say that if you had not acted like a clam the other night at the club, but had told me what was in the wind, we might not be meeting now like ancient enemies instead of old and intimate friends." He vouchsafed no reply, but threw himself down under a scarlet maple and began to whit- tle a stick, while I went on with my story. "I met Miss Octavia Hollister in the Aso- lando the day after our last dinner at the club. I had dropped into the tea-room merely to look at the place again. I had never seen her before in all my life. She is a whimsical old lady but a lady, you must admit that and we ex- changed cards. On learning my occupation she at once declared that I must come up here to look at her chimneys. She made an appoint- 100 I DELIVER A MESSAGE ment by mail for yesterday afternoon. It is not my fault that she treated me like a guest, or that she introduced me of necessity to her niece Cecilia. And now I have finished my work, and after I have made my report I shall probably not meet her again. As for Miss Cecilia Hoi- lister, I can only say, my dear Wiggins, that she is a rarely beautiful woman, and that if you wish to marry her you have my very best wishes for your success and happiness." "It struck me that you were pretty well es- tablished there," he blurted. "I confess that I took it for granted you were not there wholly on a professional errand; and I won't deny, Ames, that I was not pleased to see you." ''You honor me in assuming that I might as- pire to the hand of so splendid a woman as Ce- cilia Hollister; but, my dear Wiggins, I tell you I never laid eyes on her until last night." "But you had been to the Asolando," he per- sisted, hacking away doggedly at his stick. "Of course I had. I told you I had. I told you the whole story. But I did not see Cecilia Hollister there. She was n't there ! I fancy that after you saw her there last spring and became infatuated with her and followed her to Europe instead of going to Dakota to harvest your blooming wheat after that bit of history she 101 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS never returned to the Asolando. Your lack of frankness in all this has pained me. And you left it for a gossiping chap like Jewett to tell me the whole story. And to cap your duplicity you sneaked out of the club the other night while Jewett was talking to me and let the club people think you were bound for your ranch. I call it rather low down, Wiggins, after all the years we have known each other. My slate is clean; how about yours?" He threw the stick at a sparrow whose chirp irritated him from a stone fence beyond us, and turned toward me a countenance on which de- jection, humiliation, and chagrin were written large. "Damn it all!" he bellowed, "I believe I 'm losing my mind. I don't know what I 'm doing. That old woman up there is responsible for all this. She 's as crazy as a March hare, crazier ! And she 's made a prisoner of that girl. I tell you Cecilia Hollister is the grandest girl in the world." "Go it, son! Those descendants of Caesar's legions at work in the road down there are paus- ing to listen. Try to affect calmness if you don't feel it. I agree to all you say of Miss Cecilia. And please get it into your noddle that I have no intention of becoming your rival for her hand. 102 I DELIVER A MESSAGE But I must beg of you also not to speak in such terms of her aunt. She 's the most delightful woman I ever met." "Mad, I tell you, quite mad!" "Wise, with the most beautiful wisdom; you simply don't understand her." "I know all I want to about her. If she were not insane she would not build a wall of mys- tery about her niece and keep me camping out here not knowing where I stand. I tell you, Ames, that woman is a malevolent being; she 's perfectly fiendish." There is no way of answering a man in this humor save by laughter; and I laughed long and loud, to the consternation of the Italian road-laborers who were now swallowing their luncheons a short distance away from us. Wiggins sulked awhile and then addressed me seriously. "I didn't tell you I was going abroad, be- cause the situation made explanations difficult. I could hardly tell you that I was about to race over Europe after a waitress I had seen in a tea- room. You 're always so confoundedly suspi- cious. It would have an odd sound even now if she were well, if she were a waitress instead of what you know her to be. And my animosity toward Miss Octavia Hollister is due to the fact 103 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS that after I had been as courteous to her all summer long as I could, and thought myself tolerably established in her mind as a decent person and a gentleman, she suddenly shuts Cecilia up in that house, bought it on pur- pose, I fancy, and Cecilia herself is compelled to take on an air of mystery, warning me to keep away, suggesting the darkest possibilities, but giving me no hint whatever of the reason for her conduct." "Let us confine ourselves to Miss Octavia for a moment. While you were acting as cavalier to her party abroad she was friendly; then she sud- denly changed. Now there must be some ex- planation of that." "Well, for one thing, she flew off at a tangent about my ancestors. We were in Berlin on the Fourth of July and got to talking about the Amer- ican revolution. She asked me what my people had done for the patriotic cause. The painful fact is that most of them were Tories ; but my great- grandfather broke with his father and brothers, joined Washington's army, and fought through the whole business. But to save the feelings of the rest of them, who went to England till it was all over, he changed his name. There 's no men- tion of him in the war records anywhere. I've had experts working on it, but they can't find any 104 I DELIVER A MESSAGE trace of him. He was greatly embittered by the estrangement from his people, and though he had a farm in this very neighborhood somewhere I Ve thought sometime I 'd look it up and try to get hold of it he never mentioned his military experiences even to his own children. Usually Miss Hollister changes front if you give her time. I've heard her say that we'd have been better off if we'd never broken with England; but she persists in prodding that weak place in my armor." "That's very dark, Wiggy. If she keeps it up you'll have to dig up your great-grandfather someway. The spiritualists might call him on long distance. But let us turn to Miss Cecilia. I don't for a moment believe that she is a victim of ancestor worship. The perambulator rampant adorns the Hollister shield to the exclusion of everything else. From what you say Cecilia has not repelled you; on the other hand she has frankly given you to understand that you must not press your suit at this time for reasons she sees fit to withhold. A little more patience, a little calm deliberation and less violent language, and in due course the girl is yours. Now what do you fancy is the cause of Cecilia's abrupt change of attitude?" He refused to meet my eyes, but turned away 105 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS as though to conceal an embarrassment whose cause I could not surmise. When he spoke it was in a voice husky with emotion. "Am I a cad? Am I beneath the contempt of decent people?" "It's possible, Wiggy, that you are. Go on with it." "Well, you know," he began diffidently, " Ce- cilia has a sister." I grinned, but his scowl brought me to my- self again. : 'Yes. And her name is Hezekiah. The name pleases me." "She was with Miss Octavia in her gallop over Europe, so I saw a good deal of her neces- sarily. She is younger than Cecilia; she 's a good deal of a kid, the sort that never grows up, you know." "Just like her aunt Octavia!" "Bah! Don't mention that woman. Heze- kiah is a very pretty girl ; and I suppose, well, when you are thrown with a girl that way, seeing her constantly" I clapped my hand on his knee as the light began to dawn upon me. : 'You old rascal, you don't need to add a sin- gle word! I dare say you are guilty. I can see it in your eye. After waiting till you reached 106 I DELIVER A MESSAGE years of discretion before beginning an attack upon womankind, you began mowing them down in platoons. So they come running now that you 've got a start. Oh, Wiggy, and I be- lieved you immune ! And you 're trying to drive 'em tandem." The thing was funny, knowing Wiggins as I did, and I gave expression to my mirth; but his fierce demeanor quickly brought me back to the serious contemplation of his difficulty. "That, you shameless wretch, would be a suf- ficient reason for Miss Octavia's aloofness, your double-faced dealing with her nieces? You confirm my impression that she is a wise woman. And Cecilia, I take it, may be deeply embar- rassed by her sister's infatuation for you. You certainly have made a tangle of things, you heart- wrecker, you conscienceless deceiver! But where, may I ask, does this Hezekiah keep her- self?" "Oh, she's with her father. They have a bungalow over the hills there, several miles from Hopefield Manor." "Well, I hope you are no longer toying with her affections. Of course you don't see her any more?" "Well," he mumbled, "I did see her this morning. But I could n't help it. It was the 107 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS merest chance. I met her in the road when I was out taking a walk. She 's always turning up, she 's the most unaccountable young person." "I suppose, Wiggy, that if you stand in the road and Miss Hezekiah Hollister strolls by on her way to market, you fancy that she is pur- suing you. As Miss Octavia has well said, this is not a chivalrous age. I 'm deeply disappointed in you. Your conduct and your attitude to- ward this trusting young girl are disgraceful." He rose and flung up his arms despairingly. It was much easier to laugh at Wiggins than to be angry at him; but 1 recalled the message which Cecilia had entrusted to me, and this, I thought, might give him some comfort. "Miss Cecilia asked me this morning to say to you that you must not try to see her again; you must keep away from the house." This obviously increased his dejection. "But," I added, "I was to say that she thought nothing had yet occurred to interfere with your ambitions, as you were not permitted to see her alone last night. The chimney, you may remember, began playing pranks just at the moment when Miss Hollister and I were about to adjourn to the billiard-room, so a tete-a-tete between you and Cecilia was impossible." 108 I DELIVER A MESSAGE "She told you to see me?" "She certainly did. I confess that my mes- sage does n't seem luminous, but I have a feeling that she meant to be kind. It may be that she is giving you time to disentangle yourself from the delectable Hezekiah's meshes. I can't eluci- date; I merely convey information. But answer honestly if you can : has Cecilia ever by word or act refused you?" "No," he replied grimly; "she 's never given me the chance!" He asked me to luncheon, and on the way back to the inn, after inquiring my plans for returning to town, he proposed that I delay my departure until the following day. What he wanted, and he put it bluntly, was a friend at court, and as I had seemingly satisfied him of my entire good faith and of my devotion to his interests, he begged that I prolong my stay in Miss Hollister's house, giving as my excuse the condition of the chimneys of Hopefield Manor. He brushed aside my plea of other engagements and appealed to our old friendship. He was taking his troubles hard, and I felt that he really needed counsel and support in the involved state of his affairs. I did not see how my continued presence under Miss Hollister's roof could ma- terially assist him, and the thought of remain- 109 THE SIEGE OP THE SEVEN SUITORS ing there when there was no work to be done was repugnant to my sense of professional honor; but he was so persistent that I finally yielded. While we ate luncheon I sought by every means to divert his thoughts to other channels. After we were seated in the dining-room four other men followed, exercising considerable care in placing themselves as far from one another as possible. A few moments later a motor hummed into the driveway, and we heard its owner order- ing his chauffeur to return to town and hold him- self subject to telephone call. This latest arrival appeared shortly in the dining-room, and survey- ing the rest of us with a disdainful air, sought a table in the remotest corner of the room. Others appeared, until eight in all had entered. The presence of these men at this hour, their air of aloofness, and the care they exercised in isolat- ing themselves, interested me. They appeared to be gentlemen ; they were, indeed, suggestive of the ampler metropolitan world; and one of them was unmistakably a foreigner. While Wiggins appeared to ignore them, I was conscious that he reviewed the successive arrivals with every manifestation of contempt. One of these glum gentlemen seemed familiar; I could not at once recall him, but something 110 I DELIVER A MESSAGE in his manner teased my memory for a moment before I placed him. Then it dawned upon me that he was the third man I had met in the field overhanging the garden after my eavesdropping experience the day before. I thought it as well, however, not to mention this fact, or to speak of the man I had seen so grimly posted in the midst of the cornfield. I was an observer, a looker-on, at Hopefield, and my immediate business was the collecting of information. "Will you kindly tell me, Wiggy, who these strange gentlemen are and just what has brought them here at this hour? They seem greatly pre- occupied, and the last one, in particular, sur- veyed you with a murderous eye. If we could be translated to some such inn as this in the en- virons of Paris, I should conclude that a duel was imminent and that these gentlemen were assem- bling to meet after their coffee to-morrow morn- ing for an affair of honor." "I know them; they are guests of the inn. Most of them were more or less companions in our procession across Europe last summer. The one in the tan suit is Henderson ; you must have heard of him. The short dark chap of atrabilous countenance is John Stewart Dick, who pretends to be a philosopher. As for the others " He dismissed them with a jerk of the head. Ill THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS My wits struggled with his explanation. It is my way to wish to reduce information to plain terms. "Are these gentlemen, then, your rivals for the hand of Miss Cecilia Hollister? If so, they are a solemn band of suitors, I must confess." "You have hit it, Ames. They are suitors, assembled from all parts of the world." "Nice-looking fellows, except the chap with the monocle, who has just ordered rather more liquor than a gentleman should drink at this hour." "That is Lord Arrowood. I have feared at times that Miss Octavia favored him." "Possibly, but not likely. But how long is this thing going to last? If you fellows are go- ing to hang on here until Miss Cecilia Hollister has chosen one of you for her husband, I shud- der for your nerves. I imagine that any one of these gentlemen is likely to begin shooting across his plate at any minute. Such a situation would become intolerable very quickly if I were in the game and forced to lodge here." "I hope," replied Wiggins with heat, "that you don't imagine these fellows can crowd me out ! I ' ve paid for a month's lodging in advance, and if you will stand by me I 'm going to win." "Spoken like a man, my dear Wiggins! You 112 I DELIVER A MESSAGE may count on me to the sweet or bitter end, even if I pull down all the superb chimneys with which Pepperton adorned that house up yon- der." He silently clasped my hand. A little later I telephoned from the inn to my office explaining my absence and instructing my assistant to visit several pressing clients; and I instructed the valet at the Hare and Tortoise to send me a week's supply of linen and an odd suit or two. At about three o'clock I left Wiggins in first- rate spirits and set out on my return to Hope- field Manor. I felt the eyes of the eight other suitors, who were scattered at intervals along the verandah, glued to my back as I drove out of the inn yard. VII NINE SILK HATS CROSS A STILE A GIRL in a white sweater sat on a stone wall and munched a red apple; but this is to antici- pate. I had made a wrong turn on leaving the Pres- cott Arms, and I came out presently near Ka- tonah village. I got my bearings of a shopkeeper and started again for Hopefield Manor; but the mid-afternoon was warm, and the hills were steep, and as Miss Hollister's admirable cob showed signs of weariness, I drove into a fence- corner and loosened the mare's check. On a sunny slope several hundred yards above the highway lay an orchard, advertised to the lar- cenous eye by the ruddiest of red apples. Not in many years had I robbed an orchard, and I felt irresistibly drawn toward the gnarled trees, which were still, in their old age, abundantly fruitful. When I reached the orchard I found it quite isolated, with only fallow fields, seamed with stone fences, stretching on either hand. A spring near by sent the slenderest of brooks flashing down the slope. There was no house in sight 114 NINE SILK HATS CROSS A STILE anywhere, and the neglected orchard flaunted its bright fruit with pathetic bravado. I drew down a bough and plucked my first apple, tasted, and found it good. At my palate's first respon- sive titillation, something whizzed past my ear, and following the flight of the missile, I saw an apple of goodly size fall and roll away into the grass. I had imagined myself utterly alone, and even now, as I looked guiltily around, no one was in sight. The apple had passed my ear swiftly and at an angle quite un-Newtonian. It had been fairly aimed at my head, and the law of gravitation did not account for it. As I contin- ued my scrutiny of the landscape, I was addressed by a voice whose accents were not objurgatory. Rather, the tone was good-natured and indul- gent, if not indeed a trifle patronizing. The words were these: "Soup of the evening, beautiful soupf" It was then that, lifting my eyes, I beheld, sit- ting lengthwise of the wall, with her feet drawn comfortably under her, a girl in a white sweater, bareheaded, munching an apple. There was no question of identity: it was the girl whose head behind the cashier's grill of the Asolando had interested me on the occasion of my second visit to the tea-room. In soliciting my attention by 115 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS reciting a line of verse, she had merely followed the rule of the tea-room in like circumstances. The casting of the apple at my head possessed the virtue of novelty, but now that her shot was fired and her line spoken, she addressed herself again to her apple. Her manner implied indif- ference; but her unconcern was that of a trout not wishing to discourage the fisherman, feign- ing a languid interest in a familiar fly dropped at its nose. While I tried to think of something to say, I pecked at my own apple, but kept an eye on her. She concluded her repast calmly and flung away the core. "I mentioned soup," she remarked. "The courses are mixed. We have partaken of fruit. Are you fish, flesh, fowl, or good red herring?" "Daughter of Eve, I w 7 ill be anything you like. I 'm obliged for the apple, and I apolo- gize for having entered Eden uninvited." "It's not my Eden. Nobody invited me. But it 's not too much to say that these apples are grand." "I 'm glad we 're both in the same boat. I 'm a trespasser myself. I don't even know the name of the owner. But if you have had only one apple, two more are coming to you, if you follow Atalanta's precedent." "I don't follow precedents, and I 've forgot- 116 NINE SILK HATS CROSS A STILE ten the name of the boy who threw the apples in the race. It does n't matter, though ; nothing matters very much." Her hands clasped her knees. Her skirt was short, and I was conscious that she wore tan shoes. She continued to regard me with lazy curiosity. She seemed younger than at the Aso- lando. Not more than eighteen times had apples reddened on the bough in her lifetime! She was even slenderer and more youthful in her sweater than in the snowy vestments of the Asolando. Her hair which, in the glow of the lamp at Aso- lando cash-desk had been golden, was to-day burnished copper, and was brushed straight back from her forehead and tied with a black rib- bon. " I quite agree with your philosophy. Nothing is of great importance." "So it 's not your orchard?" she asked. "The thought flatters me. I own no lands nor ships at sea. I 'm a chimney doctor, and if necessary I '11 apologize for it." ; 'You needn't submit testimonials; I take the swallows out of my own chimneys." "That requires a deft hand, and I 'm sure you 're considerate of the swallows." "You may come up here and sit on the wall if you care to. I saw you driving in a trap. I 117 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS hope your horse is n't afraid of motors; motors speed scandalously on that road." "I am not in the least worried about my horse. It 's borrowed. As you remarked, this is a nice orchard. I like it here." "If you are going to be silly, you will find me little inclined to nonsense." "Shall we talk of the Asolando? I haven't been back since I saw you there. And yet, let me see, is n't this your day there? " She seemed greatly amused; and her laughter rose with a fountain-like spontaneity, and fell, a splash of musical sound, on the mellow air of the orchard. She had changed her position as I joined her, sitting erect, and kicking her heels lazily against the wall. "Mr. Chimney Man, something terrible hap- pened just after you left that afternoon. I was bounced, fired; I lost my job." "Incredible! I 'm sure it was not for any good cause. I can testify that you were a model of attention; you were surpassingly discreet. You repelled me in the most delicate manner when I intimated that I should come often on the days that you made the change." "The sad part of it was that that was not only my last day but my first ! I had never been there before, except for a nibble now and then 118 NINE SILK HATS CROSS A STILE when I was in town. But I could n't stand it. It was like being in jail; in fact, I think jail would be preferable. But I 'm glad I spent that one day there. It proved what I have long be- lieved, that I am a barbarian. That poetry on the walls of the Asolando made me tired, not that it is n't good poetry, but that the walls of a tea-shop are no place for it. I always suspect that people who like their poetry framed, and who have uplift mottoes stuck in mirrors where they can study them while they brush their hair in the morning, never really get any poetry inside of them. You need a place like this for poetry, -an old orchard, with blue sky and a crumbly wall to sit on. I tried the Asolando as a lark, really, not because I 'm deeply entertained by that sort of thing. They dispensed with my com- pany because I remarked to one of the silly girls who are making the Asolando their life-work that I thought the English Pre-Raphaelites had carried the dish-face rather too far. The girl to whom I uttered this heresy was so shocked she dropped a tea-cup, you know how brittle everything is in there, and I came home. You were really the only adventure I got out of my day there. And I did n't find you entirely sat- isfactory." "Thank you, Francesca, for these confidences. 119 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS And having lost your position you are now free to roam the hills and dream on orchard walls. Your scheme of life is to my liking. I can see with half an eye that you were born for the open, and that the walls of no prison-house can ever hold you again." She nodded a dreamy acquiescence. Then she turned two very brown eyes full upon me and demanded: "What is your name, please?" I mentioned it. "And you doctor chimneys? That sounds very amusing." "I 'm glad you like it. Most people think it absurd." "What are you doing here? There's not a chimney in sight." "Oh, I have a commission in the neighbor- hood. Hopefield Manor; you may have heard of Miss Hollister's place." "Of course; every one knows of her." "And now that I think of it, it was she about whom you asked in the Asolando that after- noon. You wanted to know what she said about the tea-room." "I remember perfectly." She was quiet for a moment, then she threw back her head and laughed that rare laugh of hers. 120 NINE SILK HATS CROSS A STILE "You might let me into the joke." "It would n't mean anything to you. I have a lot of private jokes that are for my own con- sumption." "Your way of laughing is adorable. I hope to hear more of it. In the Asolando you re- pulsed me in a manner that won my admira- tion, but I venture to say now that, if you roam these pastures, I am the grass beneath your feet; and if yonder tuneful water be sacred to you, I sit beside the brook to learn its song." : 'You talk well, sir, but from your tone I fear you can't forget that we met first in the Aso- lando. That day of my life is past, and I am by no means what you might call an Asolandad. I don't seem to impress you with that fact. I 'm a human being, not to be picked like a red apple, or trampled upon like grass, or listened to as though I were a foolish little brook. I 'm greatly given to the highway, and I prefer macadam. I like asphalt pavements, too, for the matter of that. I should love a motor, but lacking the coin I pedal a bicycle. My wheel lies down there in the bushes. You see, Mr. Chimney Man, I am a plain-spoken person and have no intention of deceiving you. My name was Francesca for one day only. It may interest you to know that my real name is Hezekiah." THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS "Hezekiah!" I must have shouted it; she seemed startled by my violence. :< You have pronounced it correctly," she re- marked. "Then you are Cecilia's sister and Miss Hoi- lister's niece." "Guilty." "And you live? " "Over there somewhere, beyond that ridge," and she waved her hand vaguely toward the village and laughed again. " Pray tell me what this particular joke is: it must be immensely funny," I urged, struggling with these new facts. "Oh, it's Aunt Octavia! She will be the death of me yet ! You know the girl who waited on Aunt Octavia that afternoon took all that artistic nonsense as seriously as a funeral, and she told me after you left, with the greatest horror, that Aunt Octavia had asked for a cock- tail!" That laugh rippled off again to carry joy along the planet-trails above us. "But you know," she resumed, "that Aunt Octavia never drank a cocktail in her life, and would n't ! She does n't know a cocktail from soothing syrup! She pines for adventures. She is just like a boarding-school girl who has read her first NINE SILK HATS CROSS A STILE romance of the young American engineer in a South American republic, shooting the insur- gents full of tortillas and marrying the presi- dent's dark-eyed daughter. She reads pirate books and is crazy about buried chests and pieces of eight. And they say I 'm just like her! She is the most perfectly killing person in the world!" Hezekiah laughed again. So this was the child whose devotion had ren- dered Wiggins so miserable, and the sister of whom Cecilia Hollister and her aunt had spoken so strangely. I had not suspected it. She was as unlike Cecilia as possible, and the difference lay in her independent spirit and bubbling humor. Her individuality was more pronounced. You took her, without debate, on her own ground ; and though she had expressed a preference for macadam, she seemed related to the days when maidens sat on sunny walls and were not dis- appointed in their expectation that light-footed youths, or mayhap winged sons of the Olym- pians, would reward patient waiting. But at the same time she struck the note of modernity. Her flings at the Asolando were reassuring; she was a healthy-minded, vigorous young woman whose nature protested against affectation and pose. She rebelled against closed doors, whether 123 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS those of town or country. I am myself much of a cockney, and not averse to asphalt and streets ablaze with electric banners. My im- agination sprang to meet this Hezekiah. I had, in fact, a feeling that I had waited for her some- where in some earlier incarnation. She jumped down from the wall, shook three apples from a tree, and sustained them in the air with the deftness and certainty of practised jonglerie. Her absorption was complete, and when she wearied of this sport, she flung the apples away, one after the other, with a boy's free swing of the arm. Herrick would have delighted in her; Dobson would have spun her bright hair into a rondeau; but only Aldrich, with a twinkle in his eye, could have brought her up to date in a dozen chiming couplets. I felt that no matter how much one admired and respected this Heze- kiah one would never deal with her in the phrases of drawing-rooms. Her charming inadvertences made this impossible; and it was the part of dis- cretion to await her own initiative. She had gone on up to the crest of the orchard, and stood clearly limned against the sky, her hands thrust into the pockets of her sweater. She appeared to be intent upon something that lay beyond, and half turned her head and sum- moned me by whistling. I liked this better than NINE SILK HATS CROSS A STILE the quotation method of address. It was a clear shrill pipe, that whistle, and she emphasized it further by a peremptory wave of her arm. When I stood beside her I was surprised to find that the site commanded a wide area, including the unmistakable roofs and chimneys of Hopefield Manor half a mile distant. "You will see something funny down there 125 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS in a minute. They are out of sight now, but there 's a stile the kind with steps, just be- yond those trees. It 's in a path that leads from the Prescott Arms to Aunt Octavia's. Look!" My eyes discovered the stile. It was set in a wall that was, she told me, the boundary divid- ing Hopefield Manor from another estate nearer our position. Suddenly a silk hat bobbed in the path be- yond the stile; it rose as its owner mounted the steps; it paused an instant when the top of the stile was reached; then quickly descended, and came toward us, a black blot above a black coat. I was about to ask her the meaning of this ap- parition when a second silk hat bobbed in the path and then rose like its predecessor, de- scending and keeping on its way until hidden from our sight by shrubbery. A third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth, and ninth followed. Nine gentlemen in silk hats crossing a stile in a lonely pasture between woodlands ; so much was plain to the eye from our vantage-ground; but I groped blindly for an explanation of this spectacle. The bobbing hats and dark coats sug- gested wanderers from some dark Plutonian cave, bent upon mischief to the upper world. Their step was jaunty; they moved as though drilled to the same cadence. 126 NINE SILK HATS CROSS A STILE We waited a moment, expecting that another figure might join the strange procession, but nine was the correct count. I looked down to find Hezekiah checking them off on the fingers of her slim brown hand. "Has there been a funeral and are they the returning pall-bearers?" I inquired. "Not yet," she replied. Her face showed amusement; the twitching of her lips encouraged hope that another of those delightful laughs was imminent. "It was positively weird," I said. "It re- minds me of a dream I used to have, when I was a boy, of a long line of Chinamen running along the top of a great wall, an intermi- nable procession. I must have dreamed that dream a hundred times. I could hear the pig- tails of those fellows flapping against their backs as they trotted along, and the soft scraping of their sandals on the smooth surface of the wall. But the pot hats are equally eerie and unaccount- able to my dull twentieth-century senses. Pray tell me the answer, Hezekiah." "Oh, those are Cecilia's suitors. They've been to Aunt Octavia's to tea. They 're stay- ing at the Prescott Arms probably." "They 're terribly formal. I can't get rid of the impression of sombreness created by those 127 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS fellows. You 'd hardly expect them to tramp cross country in those duds. Such grandeur should go on wheels." "Oh, they are afraid of Aunt Octavia! She won't allow a motor on her grounds ; and I suppose they 're afraid they might break some other rule if they went on any kind of wheels. She 's rather exacting, you know, my aunt Oc- tavia." "I was at the Prescott for luncheon to-day, and I must have seen these gentlemen there." "Oh, you were at the Prescott?" Almost for the first time her manner betrayed surprise; but mischief danced in the brown eyes. With Wiggins's confession as to the havoc he had played with Hezekiah's confiding heart fresh in my memory, I felt a delicacy about telling her that it was to see Wiggins that I had visited the inn. But to my surprise she introduced the subject of Wiggins immediately, and with laughter struggling for one of those fountain-like splashes that were so beguiling. "Oh, Wiggy is staying there! Do you know Wiggy?" "Know Wiggy, Hezekiah? I know no man better." "Wiggy is no end of fun, isn't he? I've heard him speak of you. You are his friend the Chim- 128 NINE SILK HATS CROSS A STILE neyMan. He was the last man over the stile. Did you notice that he lingered a moment longer at the top than the others? From his being the ninth man I imagine that he was the last to leave the house, and he probably felt that this set him apart from the others. Wiggy is nothing if not shy and retiring." A heart-broken, love-lorn girl did not speak here. She whistled softly to herself as we de- scended. The air was cooling rapidly, and the west was hung in scarlet and purple and gold. The horse neighed in the road below, and I knew that I must be on my way to the Manor. "Hezekiah," I said, when I had drawn her bicycle from its hiding-place, "you 'd better leave your wheel here and let me drive you home. It 's late and there 's frost in the air. I imagine it 's some distance to your house." "Thank you, Mr. Chimney Man; but it is much farther to Aunt Octavia's, for you have to make a long circuit around the hills. And besides, as we met in the orchard, it would be altogether too commonplace a conclusion of our adventure for you to drive me home behind a mere horse. But tell me this : what do you think of Wiggy's chances?" "Of winning your sister? I should say from my knowledge of Wiggins that he is a man much 129 THE SIEGE OP THE SEVEN SUITORS given to staying in a game once the cards are shuffled." She nodded, standing beside her wheel, her hands on the bars. Her manner was contem- plative; her eyes for a moment were deep, shad- owless pools of reverie. "Then you think he knows the game ?" There seemed to be something beneath the surface meaning of her words, but I answered : "Wiggy's affairs have been few, and while he may not know the game in all its intricacies, he has a shrewd if rather slow mind, and besides, he has asked my help in the matter." "One of these speak-for-yourself-John situa- tions, then? Well, I should say, Mr. Chimney Man, I should say" She made ready for flight, looking ahead to be sure of a clear thoroughfare. " I should say," she concluded, settling her skirts, "that that indicates considerable intelli- gence on Wiggy's part." The tires rolled smoothly away; the gravel crunching, the pebbles popping. The white sweater clasped a straight back snugly; then suddenly, as the wheels gained momentum, she bent low for a spurt, and her rapidly receding figure became a gray blur in the purple dusk. VIII CECILIA'S SILVER NOTE-BOOK Miss OCTAVIA was in the gayest spirits at din- ner that night, and struck afield at once with one of her amusing dicta. "Human beings," she said, "may be divided into two groups, interesting and uninterest- ing; but idiots abound in both classes." Cecilia and I discussed this with more or less gravity, until we had exhausted the possibili- ties, Miss Octavia following with apparent in- terest and setting us off at a new tangent when our enthusiasm lagged. She referred in no way whatever to her chimneys, nor did she ask me how I had spent the day. I felt the pleading of Cecilia's eyes that I should accept the situ- ation as it stood, and having already agreed to Wiggins's suggestion that I abide in Miss Hollister's house as a spy, for this was the ignoble fact, I felt the threads of conspiracy binding me fast. So far as my hostess was con- cerned, I was now less a guest than a member of the household. The variety of subjects that Miss Octavia 131 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS suggested was amazing. From aeronautics to the negro question, from polar exploration to the political conditions in Bulgaria, she passed with the jauntiest insouciance and apparently with a considerable fund of information to sup- port her positions. She knew many people in all walks of life. I remember that she spoke with the greatest freedom of the Governor of Indiana, whom she had met on a railway journey. She quoted this gentleman's utterances with keenest zest. His anecdotal range she declared to be the widest and raciest she had ever en- countered in a considerable acquaintance with public characters. She thought the Hoosier statesman eminently fitted by reason of his acute sense of humor for the office of president. "That man," said Miss Octavia, "was splen- didly equipped for handling the most perplex- ing affairs of state. It seemed absurd that his public services should be limited to the petty business of a commonwealth whose chief pro- ducts are pawpaws, persimmons, and politics. The governor told me that before his election he had been sorely beset by reformers. They had teased him persistently to express his views on the most absurd questions. They wanted him to promise all manner of things before they gave him their support. And finally, to appease 132 CECILIA'S SILVER NOTE-BOOK them, he answered that he would combine their questions in one and reply to all that, the earth being round, he would, if elected, do all in his power to make it square. This he found to be perfectly satisfactory to the reformers. Solo- mon was a mere tyro in wisdom compared with that man. You would n't expect so much sa- gacity in one who, by his own frank confession, had been raised on fried meat, and who declared that if grand opera were attempted in his state he would suspend the writ of habeas corpus and call out the militia to suppress it." I was not at all sure whether the governor whom she quoted with so great delight was an actual person or a myth upon whom Miss Oc- tavia hung her own whimsicalities; but as if to rebuke my skepticism, she dwelt on this person- age at considerable length, inviting my own and Cecilia's questions as to her knowledge of him. "I didn't suppose," remarked Cecilia pro- vocatively, "that Indiana was really a place that you could go to on trains, but a kind of imaginary kingdom like Eppenwelzen-Sarkeld or Griinewald or Zenda, or an extinct place in Asia where lions crouch upon the ruins in the moonlight." "Indiana," said Miss Octavia sternly, "is a commonwealth for which I have always had 133 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS the greatest veneration, and which, in due course, I hope to visit. In the early seventies my father, the late Hezekiah Hollister, invested a considerable part of his fortune in Indiana farm-mortgages. On these investments the in- terest was paid with only the greatest reluc- tance and in the most fitful fashion. This, I think, argues for a keen sense of humor in the Hoosier people. Interest is something that I should never think of paying in any circum- stances, as I have always considered it immoral. My father, keenly enjoying the playfulness of the Hoosiers in this particular, saved himself from loss merely by raising the price of baby- cabs throughout the world, and gave the mort- gages as a free gift to the Society for the Amelio- ration of the Condition of Good Indians. All the good Indians being dead, the society had no expenses except officers' salaries, and as the Hoosiers gave up politics for a season and raised enough corn to pay their debts, the society be- came enormously rich." As we rose from the table Miss Octavia de- clared that she must show me the pie-pantry. I was now so accustomed to her ways that I should not have been in the least surprised if she had proposed opening a steel vault filled with a mummified Egyptian dynasty. 134 CECILIA'S SILVER NOTE-BOOK "The gentleman who built this house," she explained, "had already grown rich in the manu- facture of the famous ribless umbrella before he acquired a second fortune from a nostrum warranted to cure dyspepsia. He was inordi- nately fond of pies, and in order that this form of pastry might never be absent from his home, he had a special pantry built to which he might adjourn at his pleasure without any fear of find- ing the cupboard bare." She led the way through the butler's pantry and into a small cupboarded room adjoining the table-linen closet. At her command the butler threw open the doors, and disclosed lines of shelves so arranged as to accommodate, in the most compact and orderly form imaginable, several dozens of pies. These pastries, in the pans as they had come from the oven, peeped out invitingly. Miss Octavia explained their presence in her usual impressive manner. "It was one of the conditions of the sale of this house to me by the original owner's execu- tors that the pie-vault should be kept filled at all times, whether I am in residence here or not. He felt greatly indebted to pie for the success of the dyspepsia cure. It had widened and stead- ily increased the market for the cure, and pie was to him a consecrated and sacred food. It 135 THE SIEGE OP THE SEVEN SUITORS was his habit to eat a pie every night before retiring, and on the nightmares thus inspired he had planned the strategy of all his cam- paigns against dyspepsia. The man had ele- ments of greatness, and these shelves are a monument to his genius. In order to keep per- fect my title to this property it is necessary for me to maintain a pastry-cook, and as I do not myself care greatly for pie though contrary to common experience I have found it a splendid antephialtic the total output is distributed among the people of the neighborhood every second day. The station agent at Bedford is a heavy consumer, and a retired physician at Mt. Kisco has a standing order for a dozen a week. My niece Hezekiah, of whom you have heard me speak, is partial to a particular type of pie and one only. It is the gooseberry that delights Hezekiah's palate, and under G in File 3, in the corner behind you, there is even now a goose- berry pie that I shall send to Hezekiah, who, for reasons I need not explain, does not now visit here." "But the dyspepsia man you speak of him as though he were dead." "Your assumption is correct, Mr. Ames. The builder of Hopefield died only a few weeks after he had established himself in this house. Hav- 136 CECILIA'S SILVER NOTE-BOOK ing entered upon the enjoyment of his well- earned leisure, and made it unnecessary that he should ever go pieless to bed, he gave him- self up for a fortnight to a mad indulgence in meringues, and died after great suffering, stead- ily refusing his own medicine to the end." We still lingered in the pie-crypt after this diverting recital, while Miss Octavia enter- tained me with her views on pies. "The soul-color of pies varies greatly, Mr. Ames. It has always seemed to me that apple- pie stands for the homelier virtues of our civil- ization; it is substantial, nutritious and filling. The custard and lemon varieties are feminine, and do not, perhaps for that reason, appeal to me. Cherry-pie at its best is the last and final expression of the pie genus, and where cocks have been careful in eliminating the seeds, and the juice hasn't made sodden dough of the crust, a cherry-pie meets the soul's highest demands. Grape and raisin-pie are on my cook's index expurgatorius ; I consider them neither palata- ble nor respectable. But rhubarb is the most odious pie of all, in my judgment. It suggests the pharmacopoeia only that and no thing more. You will pardon me for mentioning the matter, but one of my gardeners, a Swiss, crawled in here two nights ago and stole a rhubarb-pie, 137 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS which, I rejoice to say, made him hideously ill. The R's, you will notice, are placed near the floor and within easy reach of any larcenous hand. The ease of his approach was his undoing. The pumpkin variety reaches almost the same lofty heights as the cherry. When not over-dosed with spices, a pumpkin-pie conveys a sense of the October landscape that is the despair of the best painters. In the gooseberry I find a certain raciness, or if I may use the expression, zip, that is highly stimulating. Both qualities you will observe in Hezekiah if you come to know her well. The thought of blackberry or raspberry- pie depresses me, but huckleberry buoys the spirit again. The huckleberry seems to me to voice a protest, and unless managed with the greatest neatness and circumspection it is bound to stim- ulate the laundry business. As any one who would eat a cooked strawberry would steal a sick baby's rattle, I need hardly say that the strawberry -pies, even in their season, shall have no place on these shelves." "So it is the gooseberry that Miss Hezekiah prefers," I remarked with feigned carelessness, as we walked toward the library. "It is, Mr. Ames; and I trust that your in- quiry implies no reflection on Hezekiah's judg- ment." 138 CECILIA'S SILVER NOTE-BOOK "Quite the reverse, Miss Hollister. It is not going too far to say that I have formed a high opinion of Miss Hezekiah, and that I should deal harshly with any one who ventured to crit- icise her in any particular." "Will you kindly inform me just when you made the acquaintance of my younger niece? I should greatly dislike to believe you guilty of dissimulation, but when Hezekiah was men- tioned in the gun-room last night your silence led me to assume that she was wholly unknown to you." "She was, I assure you, at the dinner-hour last night; but I met her quite by chance this afternoon, in an orchard at no great distance from this house." I did not think it necessary to mention the Asolando, as Hezekiah herself had taken pains to avoid her aunt in the tea room. It was clear that my words had interested Miss Octavia. She paused in the hall, and bent her head in thought for a moment. "May I inquire whether she referred in any way to Mr. Wiggins in this interview ? " "She did, Miss Hollister," I replied; and I could not help smiling as I remembered Heze- kiah's laughter at the mention of my friend. My smile did not escape Miss Octavia. 139 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS "Just how, may I ask, did she refer to Mr. Wiggins ? " "As though she thought him the funniest of human beings. She laughed deliciously at the bare mention of his name." "It was not your impression, then, that she was deeply enamored of him; that she was eat- ing her heart out for him ?" "Decidedly not, Miss Hollister. She gave me quite a different idea." : 'You relieve me greatly. Mr. Wiggins's sense of humor is the slightest, and I should not in the least fancy him for Hezekiah. And besides, I am not yet ready to arrange a marriage for her." She laid the slightest stress on the final pro- noun. It was a fair inference, then, that Miss Cecilia's affairs were being "arranged;" when they had been determined, a husband would be found for Hezekiah. But had there ever existed before, anywhere in the Copernican sys- tem, a wealthy aunt so delightfully irresponsi- ble, so vertiginous in her mental processes, so happily combining the maddest quixotism with the bold spirit of the Elizabethan mariners ! My faith in the real sweetness and kindliness of her nature was unshaken by her capriciousness. I did not doubt that her intentions toward her 140 CECILIA'S SILVER NOTE-BOOK nieces were the friendliest, no matter what strange devices she might employ to bend those young women to her purposes. She disappeared in the hall without excuse, and I entered the library to find Cecilia sitting alone by the fire. She put aside a book she had been reading, and seeing that her aunt had not followed me, asked at once as to my visit to the inn. "I conveyed your message," I answered; "but you have seen Mr. Wiggins since, unless I am greatly mistaken." "Yes; he called this afternoon. We had sev- eral callers at the tea-hour. I had rather ex- pected you back." "The fact is," I replied, "that after I had taken luncheon at the Prescott Arms, I got lost among the hills, and while in the act of robbing an apple-orchard I came most unexpectedly upon your sister." "Hezekiah!" "The same; and oddly enough, I had met her before, though I did n't realize it was she until the meeting in the orchard. It was in the Asolando that I saw her; she was at the cashier's wicket the afternoon I met your aunt there." She seemed puzzled for a moment; then her eyes brightened, and she laughed; but her 141 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS laugh was not like Hezekiah's. Cecilia's mirth had its own expression. It was touched with a sweet gravity, and her laughter was such as one would expect from the Milo if that divine marble were to yield to mirth. Cecilia grew upon me: there was magic in her loveliness; she was a finished product. It seemed inconceivable that she and the fair-haired girl with whom I had exchanged banter in the upland orchard were daughters of one mother. ''You have given me information, Mr. Ames. I did not know that Hezekiah had ever been connected with the Asolando." "Oh, it was only that one historic day. She says the place was unbearable. She jarred the holiest chords of the divine lyre by harsh com- ments on the Pre-Raphaelite profile. One of the devotees was so shocked that she dropped a plate or something, and, to put it coarsely, Heze- kiah got the bounce." My description of Hezekiah's brief tenure of office at the Asolando seemed to amuse Cecilia greatly. "There is no one like my sister," she said; "there never was and there never will be any one half so charming. Hezekiah is an original, who breaks all the rules and yet always sends the ball over the net. And it is because she is 142 CECILIA'S SILVER NOTE-BOOK so inexpressibly dear and precious that I am anxious that nothing shall ever hurt her, nothing mar the sweet, beautiful child-spirit in her." It was my turn to laugh now. Cecilia's man- ifestation of maternal solicitude for Hezekiah seemed absurd. For Hezekiah, in her way, was older ; Hezekiah had raced with Diana and plucked arrows from her girdle ; she had heard Homer at the roadside singing of Achilles' shield. "Hezekiah is reasonably safe, I should say, because she is so amazingly swift of foot and eye, and so nimble of speech. She is not to be caught in a net or tripped with a word." "I suppose that is so," remarked Cecilia soberly. <: 'You thought her happy when you met her to-day? She did not strike you as being a girl with a wound in her heart? She was n't particularly triste?" "Not more so than sunlight on rippled water or the song of the lark ascending." "Of course you made no reference to Mr. Wiggins? If I had imagined you would meet her I should have" She ended with an embarrassment that I now understood, and I broke in cheerfully. "We did mention him. She asked me if I 143 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS had seen him, and it was the thought of him that evoked her merriest laughter." She shook her head and sighed; then her man- ner changed abruptly. ; ' You delivered my message to Mr. Wiggins?" "I did. He is badly out of sorts and sees no- thing clearly. He is very bitter toward your aunt. He thinks she has treated him outrage- ously." "Aunt Octavia has done nothing of the kind," she replied with spirit. "Mr. Wiggins has no right to speak of Aunt Octavia save in terms of kindness. If her wits are sharper than his, it is not her fault, that I can see! But there are matters here that I do not understand, Mr. Ames. I trust you, as my aunt evidently does, or I should not be talking to you as I am; and I am moved to ask a favor of you, a favor of considerable weight in view of the fact that you are a professional man with doubtless many pressing calls upon your time." I bowed humbly before this compliment. My time had been lightly appraised by Miss Octavia and again by Wiggins. A long telegram from my assistant that reached me while I dressed for dinner had urged my immediate attendance upon my office. Some of my best clients, now reopening their houses for the winter, were in 144 CECILIA'S SILVER NOTE-BOOK desperate straits. From the number of appeals for help reported by my assistant I judged that all the chimneys in the republic had grown ob- streperous. But Father Time learned early in his career that to women his scythe's edge has no terrors. In this instance I must admit that if Cecilia Hollister wished to cut a few days out of my reasonable expectation of life it was not for me to plead sick chimneys as an excuse for declining to serve her. In fact, I had never found myself so close upon the heels of the adventure that we all crave as since making the acquaintance of the Hollisters. Octavia Hollisters do not occur in the life of every young man, and both Cecilia and Hezekiah had taken strong hold upon my imagination. Wiggins's place among the dramatis personee would in itself have compelled my sympathetic attention; and the nine silk hats that I had seen bobbing over the stile still danced before my eyes. "Miss Hollister," I said, "my time is yours to command. My office is well organized, and I am sure that my assistant is equal to any de- mands that may be made upon him. Pray state in what manner I may serve you." "I am going far, I know, Mr. Ames, but I beg that you will not be in haste to leave my aunt's 145 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS house. She must have been strongly prejudiced in your favor, or she would not have asked you here on so short acquaintance. I am confident that she has no thought of your leaving. She expressed her great liking for you at luncheon, and I am sure that she will see to it that) you do not lack for entertainment. I assume that you must have gathered from what Mr. Wig- gins told you of my acquaintance with him the peculiar plight in which I am placed." I bowed. If she groped in the dark and needed my help in finding the light, I was not the man to desert her. I had dropped my plumb-line into too many dark chimneys not to feel the fascination of mystery. As I expressed again my entire willingness to abide at Hopefield Manor as long as she wished, the footman an- nounced Mr. Hartley Wiggins. We had hardly exchanged greetings before another man was announced, and then another. I should say that it was at intervals of about three minutes that the sedate servant appeared in the curtained doorway and announced a caller, until nine had been admitted. My spirits soared high as the gentlemen from the Pres- cott Arms appeared one after the other. The earlier arrivals rose to greet the later ones, and as they were all hi evening clothes I expe- 146 CECILIA'S SILVER NOTE-BOOK rienced, as when I had seen the same gentle- men in their afternoon raiment crossing the stile, a sense of something fantastic and eerie in them. There was nothing unusual about them, taken as individuals; collectively they were like life-size studies in black and white that had stepped from their frames for an evening's recreation. Cecilia introduced me in the order of their arrival; and in the interest of brevity, and to avoid confusion, I tabulate them here, with a notation as to their residence and occupation, taking such data from the notebook in which, at subsequent dates, I set down the facts which are the basis of this chronicle. HARTLEY WIGGINS, Lawyer and Farmer; Hare and Tortoise Club, New York. LINNAEUS B. HENDERSON, Planter; Roanoke, Virginia. CECIL HUGH, LORD ARROWOOD, no occupa- tion; Arrowood, Hants, England. DANIEL P. ORMSBY, Manufacturer of Knit Goods; Utica, New York. S. FORREST HUME, Lecturer on Scandinavian Literature, Occidental University; Long Trail, Oklahoma. JOHN STEWART DICK, Pragmatist; Omaha, Nebraska. 147 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS PENDENNIS J. ARBUTHNOT, Banker and Horse- man; Lexington, Kentucky. PERCIVAL B. SHALLENBERGER, Novelist and Small Fruits; Sycamore, Indiana. GEORGE W. GORSE, Capitalist; Redlands, California. We rose and stood in our several places when, a moment later, Miss Octavia entered. She greeted the suitors graciously, and then, in her most charming manner, called one after the other to sit beside her on a long davenport, the time apportioned being weighed with nicety, so that none might feel himself slighted or pre- ferred. These interviews consumed more than half an hour, and the movement thus occa- sioned gave considerable animation to the scene. It may seem ridiculous that nine gentlemen thus paying court to a young woman should call upon her at the same hour, but I must say that the gravity of the suitors and the entire sobriety of Cecilia did not affect me humorously. Nor did I feel at all out of place in this strange company. I found myself agreeably engaged for several minutes in discussing Ibsen with the Oklahoma professor, who proved to be a de- lightful fellow. His experience of life was ap- parently wide, and he told me with an engaging 148 CECILIA'S SILVER NOTE-BOOK frankness of his meeting with the Hollisters in France and of his pursuit of them over many weary parasangs the previous summer. As no one had elected his courses in the univer- sity at the beginning of the fall term, he had been granted a leave of absence, and this ac- counted for his freedom to press his suit at Hope- field Manor at this season. He was a big fellow, with clean-cut features, and bore himself with a manly determination that I found attractive. He alone, I may say, of the nine men who had thus appeared in Miss Octavia's library, met me in a cordial spirit. Even Wiggins seemed not wholly pleased to find me there again, though he had asked me to remain. The man- ner of the others expressed either disdain, sus- picion, or fierce hostility, and Lord Arrowood, who was older than the others and a man well advanced toward middle age, glared at me so savagely with his pale blue eyes, that I should have laughed in his face in any other circum- stances. When the last man rose from the davenport, Miss Octavia called me to her side. She seemed contrite at having neglected me during the day, but assured me that later she hoped to place an entire day at my disposal. As we talked, the nine suitors sat in a semicircle about Cecilia, 149 THE SIEGE OP THE SEVEN SUITORS while the group listened to an anecdotal ex- change between Professor Hume and Hender- son, the Virginia planter. My opinion of Ce- cilia Hollister as a girl of high spirit, able to carry off any situation no matter how difficult, rose to new altitudes as I watched her. If this strange wooing en bloc was not to her liking, she certainly made the best of it. She capped Henderson's best story with a better one, in negro dialect, and no professional entertainer could have improved upon her recital. As she finished we all joined in the general laugh, Lord Arrowood's guffaw booming out a trifle bois- terously, when Miss Octavia quietly rose and excused herself. About five minutes later, when the company had plunged into another series of anecdotes, I suddenly became conscious that the fireplace, near which I sat, had all at once begun to act strangely. Much in the manner of its performance the previous night, it abruptly gasped and choked; the smoke ballooned in a great swirl and then poured out into the room. After my examination of the flues in the morn- ing, I had dismissed them from my mind, and this extraordinary behavior of the library fire- place astounded me. It is not in reason that a perfectly normal fireplace, built in the most approved fashion, and with chimneys that rise 150 CECILIA'S SILVER NOTE-BOOK into as clear an ether as October can bestow, could act so monstrously without the interven- tion of some malign agency. We had discussed all the possibilities the previous night, and I was not anxious to hear further lay opinions. The chimney's conduct was annoying, the more so that to my professional sense it was inex- plicable. Lord Arrowood had retreated discreetly to- ward the door, and the others had risen and stood close behind Cecilia, whose gaze was bent rather accusingly upon me. A dark thought had crossed my mind. As our eyes met, I felt that she had read my sus- picions and did not wholly reject them. Hen- derson was valiantly poking the logs, while one or two of the other men gave him the benefit of their advice. I crossed the hall to the drawing- room, but no one was there. I went back to the billiard-room, but saw nothing of Miss Octavia. Cecilia had rung for the footman, and I passed him in the hall on his way to answer her sum- mons. I stopped him with an inquiry on my lips; but I could not ask the question; even in my perplexity as to the cause of the chimney's remarkable performances I did not so far forget myself as to communicate my suspicion to a servant. 151 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS "Nothing, Thomas," I said; and the man passed on. It was possible, of course, that Miss Octavia knew more than she cared to tell about the er- ratic ways of the library chimney, 1 or she might indeed be the cause of its vagaries. Sufficient time had elapsed after her retirement from the library to allow her to gain the roof and clap a stopper on the chimney-pot. This did not how- ever account for the fact that on the previous evening she had been present in the library when the same chimney had manifested a similar sulki- ness. I was still pondering these things when I heard loud laughter from the library, and on returning found the logs again blazing in the fireplace, from which the smoke rose demurely in the flue. "This fireplace is like a geyser, Mr. Ames," said Cecilia, "and spurts smoke at regular in- tervals. As I remember, the clock on the stair was striking nine last night when the smoke poured out, and there it is striking nine now!" She tossed her head slightly ; and this was, I thought, in disdain of the suspicion that must still have shown itself a little stubborn!} 7 in my face. I withdrew again in a few minutes, and followed the great chimney's course upward. Miss Octa- 152 CECILIA'S SILVER NOTE-BOOK via's apartments were at the front of the house, her sitting-room windows looking out upon the Italian garden. Her doors were closed, but I knew from my examination in the morning that the flue of her fireplace tapped the chimney that rose from the drawing-room, and had nothing whatever to do with the library chimney. From the fourth floor I gained the roof, by the route followed on my inspection of the house in the morning. The smoke from the library chim- ney was rising in the crisp, still air blithely. I leaned upon the crenelations and looked off across the hills, enjoying the loveliness of the sky, in which the planets throbbed superbly. There was nothing to be learned here, and I crept back to the trap-door through which I had come, made it fast, and continued on down to the library. There, somewhat to my surprise, I found that in my absence all but Hume had taken their departure. As I paused unseen in the doorway, I caught words that were clearly not intended for my ear. Cecilia sat by the long table near the fireplace; Hume stood before her, his arms folded. "You are kind; you do me great honor, Pro- fessor Hume, but under no circumstances can I become your wife." 153 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS I retreated hastily to the billiard-room, where I took a cue from the rack and amused myself for perhaps fifteen minutes, when, hearing the outer door close and knowing that Hume had departed with his congee, I returned to the library. Cecilia sat where I had left her, and at first glance I thought she was reading ; but she turned quickly as I crossed the room. She held in her hand an oblong silver trinket not larger than a card-case. A short pencil similar to those affixed to dance-cards was attached to it by a slight cord, and she had, I inferred, been making a notation of some kind on a leaf of the silver- bound booklet. Even after she had looked up and smiled at me, her eyes sought the page be- fore her; then she closed the covers and clasped the pretty toy in her hand. As though to divert my attention she recurred at once to the chim- ney, in a vein of light irony. ''You see," she said, "there is ample reason for your remaining here. You would hardly find anywhere else so interesting a test of your professional powers as Hopefield Manor offers. The house is haunted beyond question, and I can see that you are not a man to leave two de- fenseless women to the mercy of a ghost who drops down chimneys at will." 154 CECILIA'S SILVER NOTE-BOOK I suffered her chaff for several minutes, then I asked point-blank: "Pardon me, but have you the slightest idea that Miss Octavia is behind this? It is not pos- sible that she was responsible last night; but she was not on this floor a while ago when the smoke poured in here. I should be glad to hear your opinion." "I saw that you suspected her before you left the room, Mr. Ames, and I must say that the idea is in no way creditable to you. If you entertain such a suspicion you must supply a motive, and just what motive would you attrib- ute to my Aunt Octavia in this instance?" Her tone and manner piqued me, or I should not have answered as I did. "It is possible," I said, "that some of these gentlemen who came here to-night were not to her liking, and it may have occurred to her to get rid of them by the obviously successful method of smoking them out." She rose, still clasping the little silver-backed note-book, and looked me over with amusement in her face and eyes. : 'You are almost too ingenious, Mr. Ames. I hope that by breakfast-time you will have some more plausible solution of the problem. Good- night." 155 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS And so, tightly clasping the little book, she left the room. I followed her to the door, and at the turn of the stair she glanced down and nodded. Her face, as it hung above me for an instant, seemed transfigured with happiness. But, as will appear, my adventures for the day were not concluded. IX I MEET A PLAYFUL GHOST IT was not yet ten o'clock, and I was dismayed at the thought of being left to my own devices in this big country-house, at an hour when the talk at the Hare and Tortoise usually became worth while. I sat down and began to turn over the periodicals on the library table, but I was in no mood for reading. The butler appeared and offered me drink, but the thought of drinking alone did not ap- peal to me. I repelled the suggestion coldly; but after I had dropped my eyes to the English review I had taken up, I was conscious that he stood his ground. "Beg pardon, sir." "Well?" "Hit 's a bit hod about the chimney, sir." The professional man in me was at once alert. The chimney's conduct was inexplicable enough, but I was in no humor to brook the theories of a stupid servant. Still, he might know some- thing, so I nodded for him to go on. He glanced over his shoulder and came a step nearer. 157 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS "They say in the village, sir, that the 'ouse is 'aim ted." "What?" "'Aunted, sir." "Who say it, James?" "The liveryman told the coachman, and the 'ousemaid gotjiit from a seamstress. Hit 's werry queer, sir." "Rubbish, James. I 'm amazed that a per- son of your station should listen to a liveryman's gossip. There 's the chimney, it 's working per- fectly. Some shift of air-currents causes it to puff a little smoke into this room occasionally, but those things are not related to the super- natural. We '11 find some way of correcting it in a day or two." "Werry good, sir. But begging pardon, the chimney hain't hall. Hit walks, if I may so hex- press hit." "W T alks?" I exclaimed, sitting up and throw- ing down my review. "What walks?" ; ' You 'ear hit, sir, hin the walls. Hit goes right through the solid brick, most hunaccountable." 'You hear a mouse in the walls and think it 's a ghost? But you forget, James, that this is a new house, only a year or so old, and spooks don't frequent such places. If it were an old place, it might be possible that the creak- 158 I MEET A PLAYFUL GHOST ing of floors and the settling of walls would cause uneasiness in nervous people. The ghost tradi- tion usually rests on some ugly fact. But here nothing of the kind is present." "Hit was one of 'is majesty's horfficers, sir," he answered hoarsely. It flashed over me that this big stolid fellow was out of his head; but sane or mad he was 159 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS clearly greatly disturbed. It was best, I thought, on either hypothesis, to speak to him peremp- torily, and I rose, the better to deal with the situation. "What nonsense is this you have in your head? You 're in the United States, and there are n't any majesty's soldiers to deal with. You forget that you 're not in England now." "But this 'ere country used to be Henglish, you may recall, sir. The story the coachman got hin the village goes back to the hold times, sir, when the colonies was hin rebellion, if I may so call hit, sir, and 'is majesty's troops was put- tin' down the rebellion hin these parts. Some American rebels chased a British soldier from hover near White Plains to these 'ere woods as they was then, and they 'anged 'im, sir, right where this 'ere 'ouse stands, if I may make so free." "Ah! This is a revolutionary relic, then?" "You 'ave got hit, sir," he sputtered eagerly. "They 'anged the man right 'ere where the 'ouse stands." "That 's not a bad story, James. And what does your mistress say about it?" "Well, sir; hit 's the talk hin the village that that 's why she bought the place, sir. She rather fancies ghosts and the like, as you may know, sir." 160 I MEET A PLAYFUL GHOST "Be careful what you say, James. Miss Hoi- lister is a noble and wise lady, and you do well to give her your best service." "We 're all fond of 'er, sir, though she 's a bit troubled hin the 'ead, if I may make so bold. She says a good ghost is a hasset." I did not at once catch * asset ' with an aspirate, but when he repeated it, I laughed in spite of myself. "You 'd better go to bed, James. And don't encourage talk among the other servants about this ghost. I know something about the build- ing of houses, and I '11 give these walls a good looking over. Good-night." It was apparent that my interview had not cheered him greatly. He turned at the door, to ask if I would put out the lights, and fear was so clearly written upon his big red face that I dismissed him sharply. I made myself comfortable for an hour, smok- ing a cigar over an article on English politics, and while I read, a big log placidly burned itself to ashes. I found the switch and snapped out the library lights. When I had gained the sec- ond floor I turned off the lights in the hall below, and as I looked down the well to make sure I had turned the right key, the third floor lights suddenly died and I was left in darkness. This 161 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS was the least bit disconcerting. I was quite sure that the upper lights had remained burn- ing brightly after the darkening of the lower hall, so that it was hardly possible that the one switch had cut off both lights. Standing by the rail that guarded the well, I peered upward, thinking that some one above me was manipulating another switch; but the silence was as complete as the blackness. I was about to turn from the rail to the wall to find the switch, but at this moment, as my face was still lifted in the intentness with which I was listening, something brushed my cheek, some- thing soft of touch and swift of movement. As I gripped the rail I felt this touch once, twice, thrice. Then my hand sought the wall madly, and with so bad an aim that it was quite a min- ute before I found the switch-plate and snapped all the keys. The stair, and the halls above and below me sprang into being again, and I stood blinking stupidly upward. Though I was in a modern house thoroughly lighted by electricity, I cannot deny that this incident, following so quickly upon the butler's story, occasioned a moment's acute horripila- tion, accompanied by an uncomfortable tremor of the legs. As already hinted, I lay no claim to great valor. As for ghosts, I am half per- 162 I MEET A PLAYFUL GHOST suaded of their existence, and after witnessing a presentation of Hamlet, always feel that Shakespeare is as safe a guide in such matters as the destructive scientific critics. There were various plausible explanations of the failure of the lights. Some switch that I did not know of, perhaps in the third-floor hall, might have been turned; or the power house in the vil- lage might have been shifting dynamos. Either solution of the riddle was credible. But the ghostly touch on my face could not be accounted for so readily. Leaving the lights on, I contin- ued to the third floor, and examined the switch, and sought in other ways to explain these phe- nomena. My composure returned more slowly than I care to confess, and I think it was pro- bably in my mind that the ghost of King George's dead soldier might be lying in wait for me; but I saw and heard nothing. The doors of the unused chambers on the third floor were closed, and I did not feel justified in trying them. The servants were housed on this floor, at the rear of the house, and a door that cut off their quarters proved on examination to be tightly locked. The fourth floor was only a half-story, used for storage purposes. The roof was gained, I recalled, by an iron ladder and a hatchway in 163 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS a trunk-room. I ran down to my room and found a candle, to be armed against any further fickleness of the lights, and set out for the fourth floor. I had changed my coat, and with a couple of candles and a box of matches started for the roof. My courage had risen now, and I was ready for any further adventure that the night might hold for me. Miss Hollister and Cecilia were both in their rooms, presumably asleep; the servants doubtless had their doors barred against ghostly visitors, and the house was mine to explore as I pleased. I think I was humming slightly as I mounted the stair, which, in keeping with the general luxuriousness that characterized the furnish- ing of the house, was thickly carpeted even to the fourth floor. I was slipping my hand along the rail, and mounting, I dare say, a little jauntily as I screwed my courage to an unfamiliar notch, when suddenly, midway of the first half, and just before I reached the turn where the stair broke, the lights failed again, with startling abruptness. This was carrying the joke pretty far, and instantly I clapped my hand to my pocket for the box of safety-matches, dug it out, and then in my haste dropped the lid essential to ignition, and stooped to find it. The stair had narrowed on this flight, and as 164 I MEET A PLAYFUL GHOST I sought with futile eagerness to regain the box- lid, I could have sworn that some one passed me. Still half-stooping, I stretched out my arms and clasped empty air, and so suddenly had I thrown myself forward, that I lost my balance and rolled downward the space of half a dozen treads before I recovered myself. I was badly scared and hardly less angry at having missed through my own clumsiness the joy of grappling with the ghost of one of King George's soldiers ; but the matches having been lost in the pitch-darkness of the stair, I could get my bear- ings again only by clinging to the stair-rail until I found the second-floor switch. I should say that two full minutes had passed between the loss of the matches and my flashing on of the lamps. From top to bottom the lights shone brightly; but no one was visible and I heard no sound in any part of the house. As I began to analyze my sensations during the temporary eclipse of the lights, I was con- scious of two things. The being, human or other, that had passed me had been light of step and fleet of motion. There had been some- thing uncanny in the ease and speed of that passing. I was without conviction as to its di- rection, whether up or down, though I inclined to the former notion for the reason that the em- 165 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS ployment of a concealed switch above seemed the more reasonable argument. And a faint, an almost imperceptible scent, as of a flower, had seemed to be a part of the passing. Mine is a sensitive nostril, and I was confident that it did not betray me in this. The sensation stirred by that faintest of odors had been agree- able; there was nothing suggestive of grave- mold or cerecloth about it. There was in fact something rather delightfully human and con- temporaneous in this fellow that pleased and reassured me. That scamp of a revolutionary British soldier, resenting as was his right the application of hemp to his precious neck, had still a grace in him, and a ghost who prowls undaunted about an electric-lighted house in this twentieth century, having his whim with the switches, cannot be an utterly bad fellow. My respect for all who are doomed to walk the night rose as, leaving the lights on clear to the lower hall, I gathered up my matches and started again for the roof. The trunk-room door opened readily, as on my morning inspection of the chimney-pots, but as I glanced up, I saw that the hatch was open. Through the aperture shone the heavens, a square of stars, and bright with the moon's radiance. Pocketing my matches, I ran nimbly up the ladder. X MY BEFUDDLEMENT INCREASES I HAD been surprised to find the hatch open, but it is not too much to say that I was greatly astonished by what I saw on the moon-flooded roof. There, midway of a flat area that lay be- tween the two larger chimney-pots, two persons were intently engaged, not in ghostly prome- nading or posturing, or even in audible conver- sation, but in a spirited bout with foils! The clicking and scraping of the steel testified un- mistakably to the reality of their presence. And I was grateful for those sounds! It needed only silence to tumble me back down the trap with chattering teeth, but these were beyond ques- tion corporeal beings, albeit rendered weird and fantastical by the oddity of their playground and the soft effulgence of the moon. The vigor of the onset and the skill of the antagonists held me spellbound. I stood with head and shoulders thrust through the opening, staring at this unusual spectacle, and not sure but that after all my eyes were tricking me. "Toucher 167 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS It was a woman's voice, faint from breath- lessness. She threw off her mask and dropped her foil, and with a most human and feminine gesture put up her hands to adjust her hair. It was Cecilia Hollister, in a short skirt and fenc- ing coat! Her opponent was a man, and as he too flung off his mask I saw that he was a gentleman of years. If Miss Cecilia Hollister chose to meet strange men on the roof of her aunt's house and practice the fencer's art with them, it was no affair of mine, and I was about to withdraw when the stranger swung round and saw me. His sudden exclamation caused the girl to turn, and as a reasonable frankness has always seemed to me essential to a nice discretion, I crawled out on the roof. "I beg your pardon, Miss Hollister, but if I had known you were here I should not have in- truded. The vagaries of the library chimney have been on my mind, and I was about to have another peep into yonder pot." She stood at her ease, with one hand resting lightly against the inexplicable chimney in ques- tion, and still somewhat spent from her exercise. "Father," she said, turning to the stranger who stood near, "this is Mr. Ames, who is Aunt Octavia's guest." 168 MY BEFUDDLEMENT INCREASES The light of the gibbous moon enabled me to discern pretty clearly the form and features of Mr. Bassford Hollister. And I find, in looking over my notes, that I accepted as a matter of course the singular meeting with my hostess's brother. I had grown so used to the ways of the Hollisters I already knew, that the meeting with 169 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS another member of the family at eleven o'clock at night on the roof of this remarkable house gave me no great shock of surprise. He was tall, slender and dark, with fine eyes that suggested Cecilia's. His close-trimmed beard was slightly gray: but he bore himself erect, and I had al- ready seen that he was alert of arm and eye and nimble of foot. He put on his coat, which had been lying across one of the crenelations, and covered his head with a small soft hat. "This will do for to-night, Cecilia. You had the best of me. We '11 try again another time. I 'm glad you stopped us, Mr. Ames. We 'd had enough." He seemed in no wise disturbed by my ap- pearance, nor in any haste to leave. This meet- ing between the father and daughter, I reasoned, could hardly have been a matter of chance, and it must have been in Cecilia's mind that some sort of explanation would not be amiss. "Father and I have fenced together for years," she said. "My sister Hezekiah does not care for the sport. As you have already seen that my aunt Octavia is an unusual woman, given to many whims, I will not deny to you that at present my father is persona non grata in this house. I beg to assure you that nothing to his 170 MY BEFUDDLEMENT INCREASES discredit or mine has contributed to that situa- tion, nor can our meeting here to-night be con- strued as detrimental to him or to me. In meet- ing my father in thi$ way I have in a sense broken faith with my aunt Octavia, but I assure you, Mr. Ames, that it is only the natural affec- tion for a daughter that led my father to seek me here in this clandestine fashion." Cecilia had spoken steadily, but her voice broke as she concluded, and she walked quickly toward the hatchway. Her father stepped before me to give her his hand through the opening. I withdrew to the edge of the roof while a few words passed between them that seemed to be on his part an expostulation and on hers an earnest denial and plea. He passed her the foils and masks and she vanished; whereupon he addressed himself to me. "I had learned from both my daughters of your presence in my sister's house, and I had expected to meet you, sooner or later. This is a strange business, a strange business." He had drawn out a pipe, which he filled and lighted dexterously. The flame of his match gave me better acquaintance with his face. He leaned against the serrated roof-guard with the greatest composure, his hat tilted to one 171 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS side, and drew his pipe to a glow. I had not forgotten my encounter with the ghost on the stair, and as I waited for him to speak, I was trying to identify him with the mysterious agency that had tampered with the lights, and passed so ghostly a hand across my face in the stair-well. I could hardly say that there had not been time for either Bassford Hollister or his daughter to have reached the roof after my experiences on the stair; and yet they had been engaged so earnestly at the moment of my ap- pearance at the hatchway that it was improb- able that either could have played ghost and flown to the roof before I reached it. And elim- inating the ghost altogether, I had yet to learn how Bassford Hollister had gained entrance to the house. It seemed best to drop specu- lations and wait for him to declare himself. : 'You must understand, Mr. Ames, that my daughters, both of them, are very dear to me. It is the great grief of my life that owing to mat- ters beyond my control I have been unable to care for them as I should like to do. This being the case, I have been obliged to allow them to accept many favors from my only sister Octavia. This in ordinary circumstances would not be repug- nant to my pride; but my sister is a very unusual person. She must do for my children in her own 172 * MY BEFUDDLEMENT INCREASES way, and while I was prepared, in agreeing that they should accept her bounty, for some whim- sical manifestation of her eccentric character, I did not imagine that she would go so far as to shut me out from all knowledge of her plans for them. That, Mr. Ames, is what has hap- pened." His voice rose and fell mournfully. He puffed his pipe for a moment and continued : "Cecilia, being the older, was to be launched first. Hezekiah was to be cared for in due sea- son. Last summer Octavia took them both abroad. As you are aware, they are young women of unusual distinction of appearance and manner, and they attracted a great deal of at- tention. From what I hear, a troop of suitors followed them about. That sort of thing would appeal to Octavia; to me it is most repellent, but I had already committed myself, agreeing that Octavia should manage in her own fashion. There is now something forward here which I do not understand. I have an idea that Octavia has con- trived some preposterous scheme for choosing a husband for Cecilia that is in keeping with her odd fashion of transacting all her business. I do not know its nature, and by the terms of her agreement Cecilia is not to disclose the method to be employed to me, not even to me, her 173 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS own father. You must agree, Ames, that that is rather rubbing it in." "But you don't assume that your daughter is not to be a free agent in the matter? You don't believe that some unworthy and improper man is to be forced upon her?" "That, sir, is exactly what I fear!" "You w 7 ill pardon me, but I cannot for a mo- ment believe that Miss Hollister would risk her niece's happiness even to satisfy her own peculiar humor. Your sister is a shrewd woman, and her heart, I am convinced, is the kindest. Among the suitors now camped at the Prescott Arms there must be some one whom your daughter approves, and I see no reason why he should not ultimately be her choice. Now that you have broached the matter, I make free to say that one of these suitors is an old friend of mine. Hartley Wiggins by name, and that he is a man of the highest character and a gentleman in the strictest sense." He had been listening to me with the greatest composure, but at the mention of Wiggins's name he started and nervously clutched my arm. 'That man may be all that you say," he cried chokingly, "but he has acted infamously to- ward both my daughters. He is a rogue, and 174 MY BEFUDDLEMENT INCREASES a most despicable fellow. He has flirted out- rageously with Hezekiah while at the same time pretending to be deeply interested in Cecilia. I say to you in all candor that a man who will trifle with the affections of a child like Heze- kiah is a villain, nothing less." "But, my dear sir, is it not possible that you do him a great wrong? May it not be the other way round, that Hezekiah is trifling with Wig- gins's affections? He 's a splendid fellow, Hart- ley Wiggins, but he 's a little slow, that 's all. And between two superb young women like your daughters a man may be pardoned for doubts and hesitations; a case of being happy with either if t'other dear charmer were only away. To put it quite concretely, I will say that in my own very slight acquaintance with these young women I feel the spell of both. Your sister, I take it, is anxious not to show partial- ity for any of these men, and yet I dare say she probably feels kindly disposed toward Wig- gins. His worst crime seems to be that he chose Tory ancestors ! The thing is bound to straighten itself out." He tossed his head impatiently. "Has it occurred to you that Octavia's in- terest in this Hartley Wiggins may be due to a trifling and immaterial fact?" 175 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS "Nothing beyond his indubitable eligibility." "Then let me tell you what I suspect. Both his names contain seven letters. My sister is slightly cracked as to the number seven. I swear to you my belief that the fact that his names contain seven letters each is at the bottom of all this. Incredible, my dear sir, but wholly possible!" "Then, such being the case, why does n't she show her hand openly? If she believes that Wiggins with his septenary names is ordained by the seven original pleiades to marry your daughter Cecilia, I should think that by the same token she would have sought a man re- joicing in the noble name of Septimus. You send conjecture far when once you entertain so absurd an idea." ;< You think my assumption unlikely?" he asked eagerly. "I certainly do, Mr. Hollister. But I confess that I had never counted the letters in Wiggins's name before, and your suggestion is interesting. And this whole idea of the potential seven in our affairs has possibilities. If seven at all, why is n't it possible that your sister has Jacob in mind and the seven years he served for Rachel? You may as well assume that, as Wiggins is specially favored in the number of letters in his singularly prosaic and unromantic name, it is 176 MY BEFUDDLEMENT INCREASES Miss Hollister's plan to keep him dallying seven years." He seized me by the arm and forced me back against the battlements, then stood off and eyed me fiercely. "You speak of serving and of service! Will you tell me just why you are here and what brings you into this affair! My daughter Heze- kiah is the frankest person alive, and she told me of her meetings with you and that you had been to the Asolando, where she spent a day in the sheerest spirit of mischief. That was the beginning of all our troubles, that damned hole with its insane confectionery and poetry. If Cecilia, in a misguided notion of earning her own living, had not gone there and worn an apron for a week before I dragged her out, she would never have met Wiggins. And now will you kindly tell me just what you are doing in my sister's house, where I have to come like a thief in the night to see one of my own chil- dren?" This fierce deliverance touched me nearly: I doubted my ability to explain to one of these amazing Hollisters just how I came to be so- journing in the house of another of the family without any business that would bear scrutiny. I hastened to declare my profession, and that 177 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS I had been summoned by Miss Hollister to ex- amine her chimneys. I could not, however, tell him that until my arrival the chimneys had behaved themselves admirably! : ' You've admitted your friendship for this Wiggins person; that 's enough," he said when I had concluded. " I advise you to leave the house at once. I tell you he 's got to be eliminated from the situation. Understand, that I do not threaten you with violence, but I will not pro- mise to abstain from visiting heavy punishment upon that fellow. And you? A chimney-doctor? I am a man of considerable knowledge of the world, and I say to you very candidly that I don't believe there is any such profession." "Then let me tell you," I replied, not without heat, "that I am a graduate in architecture, and that if you will do me the honor to consult a list of the alumni of the Institute of Techno- logy, you will find that I was graduated there not without credit. And as for remaining in this house, I beg to inform you, Mr. Hollister, that as I am your sister's guest and as she is per- fectly competent to manage her own affairs, I shall stay here as long as it pleases her to ask me to remain. And now, one other matter. How did you gain this roof to-night, when by your own admission you are not on such terms 178 MY BEFUDDLEMENT INCREASES with your sister as would justify you in entering it openly?" The moonlight did not fail to convey the con- tempt in his face, but I thought he grinned as he answered quietly : "You don't seem to understand, young man, that you are entitled to no explanations from me. If my sister has her sense of a joke, I as- sure you that I have mine. I came here to see my daughter. As I taught her to fence when she was ten years old and as she is particularly expert, and moreover, as in my present condi- tion of poverty I have been obliged to forego the pleasure of metropolitan life and to give up my membership in the Fencers' Club, you can hardly deny my right to meet my own daughter for a brief bout anywhere I please. You strike me as a singularly fresh young person. It would be a positive grief to me to feel that my conduct had displeased you. And now, as the night grows chill, I shall beg you to precede me into the house by the way you came." "But first," I persisted, "let me ask a ques- tion. It is possible that you yourself have some preference among your daughter's several suit- ors, Mr. Hollister. Would you object to telling me which one you would choose for Miss Ce- cilia?" 179 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS "Beyond question, the man for Cecilia, if I have any voice in the matter, is Lord Arro- wood." "Arrowood!" I exclaimed. "You surprise me greatly. I saw him at the inn, and he seemed to me the most insignificant and uninteresting one of the lot." "That proves you a person of poor gifts of discernment, Mr. Ames;" and his tone and man- ner were quite reminiscent of his sister's ways; and his further explanation proved him even more worthily the brother of his sister. "As I was obliged," he began, "owing to an unfortunate physical handicap, to abandon my art, that of a marine painter, I have given my attention for a number of years to the study of the Irish situation. Between the various po- litical parties of Great Britain, poor Ireland can never regain her ancient power. But I see no reason why she should not become once more a free and independent nation. I have gone deeply into Irish history, and I may modestly say that I probably know that history from the time of the Anglo-Norman invasion to the death of Gladstone better than any other liv- ing man. I met Arrowood by chance in the highway yesterday, and I found that he holds exactly my ideas." 180 MY BEFUDDLEMENT INCREASES "But Arrowood isn't an Irishman," I inter- jected; "neither, I should say, are you!" "That 's not to the point. Neither was Na- poleon a Frenchman strictly speaking; nor was Lafayette an American. A friend of mine in Wall Street is ready, when the time is ripe, to finance the scheme by selling bonds to the mul- titudes- of Irish office-holders throughout the United States, most of whom are not unknown to the banks." "And I suppose you and Arrowood would sit jointly in the seat of the ancient kings in Dublin after you had effected your coup." "You lose your bet, Mr. Ames. We have agreed that, as the mayors of Boston for many years have been Irishmen, and as they have, by their prowess in holding the natives in sub- ordination, demonstrated the highest political sagacity, we could not do better than take one of these rulers of the old Puritan capital and place him on the Irish throne. The keen humor of that move would so tickle all interested powers, that the investiture and coronation of the new ruler would be accomplished without firing a shot." This certainly had the true Hollister touch! Miss Octavia herself could not have devised a more delightful scheme. 181 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS "And so," Mr. Bassford Hollister concluded, "I naturally incline toward Arrowood, though he is so poor that he was obliged to come over in the steerage to continue his wooing of my daughter." He let himself down into the dark trunk-room, waited for me courteously, and walked by my side to the stairway, both of us maintaining silence. I was deeply curious to know how he had entered and whether he expected to go down the front way and out the main door. We kept together to the third-floor hall, I could have sw T orn to that; then suddenly, just as we reached the stairway, out went the lights, and we were in utter darkness. I smothered an exclamation, clutched my matches and struck a light, and as the stick flamed slowly, I looked about for Bassford Hollister; but he had vanished as sud- denly and completely as though a trap had yawned beneath us and swallowed him. I found the third-floor switch and it responded imme- diately, flooding the stair-well to the lower hall, but I neither saw nor heard anything more of Hollister. Astounded by this performance, I continued on to the lower floor to have a look around, and there, calmly reading by the library table, sat Miss Octavia! 182 MY BEFUDDLEMENT INCREASES "Late hours, Mr. Ames!" she cried. "I sup- posed you had retired long ago." I was still the least bit ruffled by that last transaction on the stair, and I demanded a little curtly: "Pardon my troubling you; but may I inquire, Miss Hollister, how long you have been sitting here?" The clock on the stair began to strike twelve, and she listened composedly to a few of the deep-toned strokes before replying. "Just half an hour. I thought some one knocked at my door about an hour ago. The lights were on and I came down, saw a maga- zine that had escaped my eye before, and here you find me." "Some one knocked at your door?" "I thought so. You know, the servants have an idea that the place is haunted, and I thought that if I sat here the ghost might take it upon himself to walk. I confess to a slight disappoint- ment that it is only you who have appeared. I suppose it was n't you who knocked at my door?" "No," I replied, laughing a little at her man- ner, "not unless it was you who switched off the lights as I was coming down from the fourth floor. I have been studying this chimney from 183 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS the roof. I know something of the ways of elec- tric switches, and they don't usually move of their own accord." "Your coming to this house has been the greatest joy to me, Mr. Ames. I should not have imagined, in a chance look at you, that you were psychical, and yet such is clearly the fact. I assure you that I have not touched any switch since I left my room. It was unneces- sary, as I found the lights on. And I acquit you of rapping, rapping at my chamber-door. It gives me the greatest satisfaction to assume that the house is haunted, and at any time you find the ghost, I beg that you will lose no time in presenting me. If the prowler is indeed one of King George's soldiers, hanged during the Revolution on the site of this house, I should like to have words with him. I have just been reading an article on the political corruption in Philadelphia in this magazine. It bears every evidence of truth, but if half of it is fiction I still feel that, as an American citizen, though denied the inalienable right of representation assured me in the Constitution, we owe that ghost an apology; for certainly nothing w r as gained by throwing off the British yoke, and that poor soldier died in a worthy cause." She wore a remarkable lavender dressing- 184 MY BEFUDDLEMENT INCREASES gown, and a night-cap such as I had never seen outside a museum. As she concluded her speech, spoken in that curious lilting tone which, from the beginning, had left me in doubt as to the seriousness of all her statements, she rose and, still clasping her magazine, made me a courtesy and was soon mounting the stair. I heard her door close a minute later, and then, feeling that I had earned the right to re- pose, I went to my room and to bed. XI I PLAY TRUANT I SLEPT late, and on going down found the table set in the breakfast-room. A pleasant inad- vertence marked the choice of eating-places at Hopefield Manor; I was never quite sure where I should find a table spread. No one was about, and I was seized with that mild form of panic familiar to the guest who finds himself late to a meal. As I paused uncertainly in the door, view- ing the table, set, I noticed, for only one person, Miss Octavia entered briskly, her slight figure concealed by a prodigious gingham apron. "Good-morrow, merry gentleman," she be- gan blithely. "The most delightful thing has happened. Without the slightest warning, with- out the faintest intimation of their dissatisfac- tion, the house-servants have departed, with the single exception of my personal maid, who, being a Swede and therefore singularly devoid of emotion, was unshaken by the ghost-rumors that have sent the rest of my staff scampering over the hills." She lighted the coffee-machine lamp in her most tranquil fashion, and begged rne to be seated. 186 I PLAY TRUANT "I have already breakfasted," she continued, " and Cecilia is even now preparing you an ome- let with her own hand. I beg to reassure you, as my guest, that the emeute of the servants causes me not the slightest annoyance. From reading the comic papers you may have gained an impression that the loss of servants is a tragic business in any household, but nothing so petty can disturb me. Cecilia is an excellent cook; and I myself shall not starve so long as I have strength to crack an egg or lift a stove-lid. And besides, I still retain my early trust in Provi- dence. I do not doubt that before nightfall a corps of excellent servants will again be on duty here. Very likely they are even now bound for this place, coming from the wet coasts of Ire- land, from Liverpool, from lonely villages in Scandinavia. The average woman would merely fret herself into a sanatorium if confronted with the problem I face this morning, but I hope you will testify in future to the fact that I faced this day in the cheeriest and most hopeful spirit." "Not only shall I do so, Miss Hollister," I replied, trying to catch her own note, "but it will, throughout my life, give me the greatest satisfaction to set your cause aright. To that extent let me be Horatio to your Hamlet." "Thank you, milord," she returned, with the 187 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS utmost gravity. "And may I say further that the incident gives the stamp of authenticity to my ghost? I was obliged to pay those people double wages to lure them from the felicities of the cit} 7 -, and they must have been a good deal alarmed to have left ?o precipitately. You must excuse me now, as it is necessary for me to do the pastry-cook's work this morning, that in- dividual having fled with the rest, and it being incumbent on me, to maintain my fee-simple in this property, to make a dozen pies before high noon. But first I must visit the stables, where I believe the coachman still lingers, hav- ing been prevented from joining the stampede of the house-servants by the painful twinges of gout." With this she left me, and I began pecking at a grape-fruit. It had been in my mind as I dressed that morning to play truant and visit the city. It was almost imperative that I take a look at my office, and I had resolved upon a plan which would, I believed, give me the key to the ghost mystery. If Pepperton had built that house he must know whether he had con- trived any secret passages that would afford exits and entrances not apparent to the eye. It would be an easy matter to run into the city, explain myself to my assistant, and get hold of Pep- 188 I PLAY TRUANT perton. My mind was made up, and I had even consulted a time-table and chosen one of the ex- press trains. As I sat at the table absorbed in my plans for the day, my nerves received a sud- den shock. I had heard no one enter, yet a voice at my shoulder murmured casually: " Hast them seen ghosts ? Hast thou at midnight heard" It was the voice of Hezekiah, I knew, before I faced her. She wore a blue sailor-waist with a broad red ribbon tied under the collar, and a blue tarn o'shanter capped her head. She bore a tray that contained my omelet, a plate of toast, and other sundries incidental to a sub- stantial breakfast, which she distributed deftly upon the table. "How did you get here?" I blurted, my nerves still out of control. "The kitchen door, sir. I had ridden into the garden, and seeing Aunt Octavia heading for the stables and Cecilia at the kitchen window, I pedaled boldly in. Cecilia wanted to borrow my bicycle, and being a good little sister, I gave it to her. She also said that you required food, so I told her to go and I would carry you your breakfast. I shall skip myself in a minute. You may draw your own coffee. Mind the machine; it tips if you are n't careful." 189 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS She went to the window and peered out to- ward the stables. "May I ask, Daughter of Kings, where your sister has gone so suddenly? " " Certainly. She 's off for town to chase a cook and a few other people to run this hotel. I heard at the post-office that the whole camp had deserted, so I ran over to see what was doing ; and just for that I Ve got to walk home." "But your aunt said that Providence would take care of the servant question; she expected a whole corps of ideal servants to come straying in during the day." Hezekiah laughed. (It is not right for any girl to be as pretty as Hezekiah, or to laugh as musically.) She told me to sit down, and as I did so she passed the toast and helped herself to a slice into which she set her fine white teeth neatly, watching me with the merriest of twin- kles in her brown eyes. "Cecilia has n't Aunt Octavia's confidence in Providence, so she 's taking a shot at the em- ployment agencies. She has left a note on the kitchen table to inform Aunt Octavia that she had forgotten an engagement with the dentist and has gone to catch the ten-eighteen." "That, Hezekiah, is a lie. It isn't quite 190 I PLAY TRUANT square to deceive your aunt that way," I re- marked soberly. Hezekiah laughed again. "You absurdity! Don't you know Aunt Oc- tavia yet! She will be perfectly overjoyed when she comes back and finds that note from Cecilia. She likes disappearances, mysteries, and all that kind of thing. But it is barely possible that you will have to wash the dishes. I can't, you see, for I 'm not supposed to come on the reserva- tion at all not until Cecilia has found a hus- band. Is n't it perfectly delicious?" "All of that, Daughter of Kings! I think that as soon as I can regain confidence in my own sanity I shall like it myself. But," and I watched her narrowly, "y u see, Hezekiah, there is really a ghost, you know." Once more that divine mirth in her bubbled mellowly. She had walked guardedly to the window and turned swiftly with a mockery of fear in her face. "Aunt Octavia approaches, and I must be off. But that ghost, Mr. Chimney-Man, when you find him, please let me know. There are a lot of things I want to ask some reliable ghost about the hereafter." With this she fled, and I heard the front door close smartly after her. An instant later Miss 191 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS Octavia appeared and asked solicitously how I liked my omelette. "The coachman has been telling me a capital ghost-story. He believes them to be beneficent, and declares that he will under no circumstances leave my employment." She sat down and folded her arms upon the table. For the first time I believed that she was serious. There was, in fact, a troubled look on her sweet, whimsical face. It occurred to me that the loss of her servants was not really the slight matter she had previously made of it. "Mr. Ames, will you pardon me for asking you a question of the most intimate character? It is only after much hesitation that I do so." I bowed encouragingly, my curiosity fully aroused. "You may ask me anything in the world, Miss Hollister." "Then I wish you would tell me whether, I can't express the dislike I feel in doing this, but can you tell me whether you have seen in the hands of my niece Cecilia a small a very small, silver-backed note-book." 16 Yes, I have," I answered, greatly surprised. "And may I ask whether, and again I must plead my deep concern as an excuse for making 192 I PLAY TRUANT such an inquiry, whether you by any chance saw her making any notation in that book?" I recalled the silver-bound book perfectly, but had attached no importance to it; but if Cecilia's fortunes were so intimately related to it as Miss Hollister's manner implied, I felt that I must be careful of my answer. I was trying to recall the precise moment at which I had entered the library the preceding evening after Hume's departure, and while I was intent upon this my silence must have been prolonged. I felt obliged to make an answer of some sort, and yet I did not relish the thought of conveying information that might distress and embarrass a noble girl like Cecilia Hollister. Something in my face must have conveyed a hint of this inner conflict to Miss Hollister, for she rose suddenly, holding up her hand as though to silence me. She seemed deeply moved, and cried in agitation: "Do not answer me! The question was quite unfair, quite unfair, and yet I assure you that at the moment I made the inquiry, I felt justified." She retreated toward the door as I rose; and then with her composure fully restored she cour- tesied gracefully. "Luncheon here will be a buffet affair to-day, as I shall be engaged with matters of pastry. 193 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS I'm sure, however, that you will find employment until dinner-time, when my house will be fully in order again." I intended that this should be a busy day, so without making explanations I went to the stable, told the coachman I wished to be driven to the station, and was soon whizzing over the hills toward Katonah. The coachman, an Irish- man, introduced the subject of the ghost as soon as we were out of sight of the house. "The ole lady's dipped; she's dipped, sir," he remarked leadingly. "It's catching," I answered; "so you'd better forget it." He thereupon settled glumly to his driving. As we crossed the bridge near where I had first encountered Hezekiah in the apple-orchard, I spied her trudging across a meadow, and she waved her hand gaily. Meadows and streams and stars! Of such were Hezekiah's kingdom. I wondered how Wiggins and the other gentle- men at the Prescott Arms were faring. My ques- tion was partially answered a second later, as we passed the road that forked off to the inn. On a stone by the roadside sat Lord Arrowood, deso- lately guarding a kit-bag and a suit-case. He was dressed in a shabby Norfolk jacket and knickerbockers, and sucked a pipe. 194 I PLAY TRUANT I bade the driver pause, and greeted the nobleman affably. " Can I give you a lift ? You seem to be bound for the station, and I'm taking a train myself." "No, thanks," he replied sharply. "They're a lot of bounders, bounders, I say!" 195 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS "Ah! Of whom do you speak, Lord Arrow- wood?" I asked glancing at my watch. "Those scoundrels at the inn. They have thrown me out. Thrown me out me!" "Hard lines, for a fact; but if you are inter- ested in trains " "I refuse to leave the county!" he shouted. "If they think they're going to get rid of me they're mistaken. Bounders, I say, bounders!" He uttered this opprobrious term with great bitterness, and crossed his legs, as though to emphasize his permanence upon the boulder. Patience on a monument is not more eternally planted. He seemed in no mood for conversa- tion, so I sped on, with no time to lose. I gained the step of the chair-car attached to the ten-eighteen \vith some loss of dignity, the porter yanking me aboard under the conductor's scornful eye. The Katonah passengers were still in the aisle, and as I surveyed them I saw Cecilia take a seat in the middle of the car. She was just unfolding a newspaper when I moved to a seat behind her and bade her good-morning. The look she gave me in turning round had in it something of Hezekiah's quizzical humor. This interested me, because I had not previously seen any but the most superficial resemblance between the sisters. Her cheeks were aglow from 196 I PLAY TRUANT her sprint on the wheel. The short skirt and the shirt waist are the true vesture of emancipated woman. Cecilia Hollister, whose apparel at home had struck me as rather formal, seemed this morn- ing quite a new being. She drew a folded veil from the pocket of her jacket, removed her hat, and pinned the veil to it. She kept the hat in her lap, however, and went on talking. "We are both truants. You must have break- fasted in a hurry to have caught this train." "Not at all. I enjoyed a brief conversation with your sister, and after she had gone, your aunt came back and lingered for a moment." "She told you, I suppose, that Providence would look after the servant question." "She did, just that." "Well, Providence is hardly equal to getting enough servants to run that place, so I'm going to assist Providence a little." ; 'You become the vicaress of Providence? I admire your spirit." "It's mere self-preservation. Aunt Octavia would have me chained to the kitchen if I did n't do something about it." She had permitted me to settle with the con- ductor, and when I had completed this transac- tion I found that she had drawn from her purse the little silver booklet about which Miss Oc- 197 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS tavia had inquired so anxiously. She held this close to her eyes, so that I had a clear view of the silver backs, on one of which "C. H." was engraved in neat script. The subjoined pencil she held poised ready for use, touching the tip of it absent-mindedly to her tongue. She raised her eyes with the far-away look still in them. " Can you tell me how to spell Arrowood, is it one or two w's?" "One, I think the noble lord uses." She seemed to write the name, and I saw her counting on her fingers, touching them lightly on the open page of the book. Then she dropped it into her purse, which she thrust back carefully into her pocket. She sighed, and was silent for a moment. "We were passing a series of huge signs built like a barricade along the right of way, and on one of these I observed with fresh interest an advertisement whose counter- part I had seen often about New York, but with- out ever observing it attentively. It drew a laugh from me now. It represented an infant in a perambulator, behind which stood the effigy of a capped and aproned nurse. A legend was in- scribed on the board to this effect : HUSH ! BABY 's ASLEEP. It's a HOLLISTER PERAMBULATOR ! 198 I PLAY TRUANT "If it's a Hollister," I remarked as a second of these flew by the window, "it's perfect." "Oh, those things!" she exclaimed. "I was n't referring to the perambulator ne- cessarily. Anything that's Hollister must be good." "We're out of the business, except that Aunt Octavia gets a dollar for every one that's made; but the trust keeps the name." "The trust could hardly change your name. You will have to do that yourself." "You've been talking to Hezekiah. That's the way people always talk to her." " It 's certainly not the way I 've been talking to you; but we've run away from school, and I'm disposed to make the most of it. Our con- versation at your aunt's has been so high up in the air, that it 's pleasant to come down to earth and tune it to the less strenuous note of a twen- tieth-century railway journey." "That, Mr. Ames, may depend upon the point of view." " But you will make it yours, won't you? You see, I ' ve always dreamed of adventures, but since I met your aunt in the Asolando they've been coming a little too fast. There 's that ghost busi- ness. Now I 'm going to catch that ghost to-night, if it's the last thing I do!" 199 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS "Well, I'm not the ghost, and neither is my father, if that's what's in your mind. Tell me just what you have seen and heard." I gave her the story in detail, and my recital seemed to amuse her greatly. ''You thought it was Aunt Octavia herself at first, then you thought I was the spook, and now you are not fully persuaded that it is not my father. I will take you into my confidence this far that I don't know how father got into the house last night. He wrote a note asking me to meet him on the roof and bring the foils. That was not unlike him, as he is the dearest father in the world, and his whims are just as jolly in their way as Aunt Octavia's. I was sure that Aunt Oc- tavia had retired for the night, so I changed my dress and carried the foils up through the trunk- room. I had hardly reached there before my father appeared. The whole situation my be- ing there and all that has distressed father a great deal; so I let you see me cry a little. I promise never to do it again." Mirth brightened the eyes she turned upon me now. 'You think," she asked, "that those lights could n't have winked out twice by themselves while you were on the stairway." "I am positive of it. And somebody a 200 I PLAY TRUANT being of some sort passed me on the stairway. It might imaginably have been you!" "But I tell you positively it was not." "Then it might have been your father. A man who can enter a house at will might easily play any manner of other tricks. His disappearance after I had gone down into the house with him was just as mysterious as the ghost." "It was natural for father not to want you to know how he got in; the motive for that would be the fact that he is not supposed to see me or communicate with me in any way. But you Ve got to get a ghost-motif." "I think I have one," I said. "Then all the rest is easy. To whom does this ghost-motif lead you?" "I need hardly say; for it must have occurred to you that there is one member of the Hollister family we have n't mentioned in this connec- tion." . " If you mean Hezekiah" "None other!" The surprise in her face was not [feigned, I was confident of this, and the questions evoked by my answer at once danced in her eyes. "If Hezekiah should be caught in the house just now we should all pay dearly for her rash- ness. Believe me, this is true. Some day you 201 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS may know the whys and wherefores ; at present no one may know. There is this, however, if Hezekiah or my father should be found at Hope- field Manor, anywhere on the premises, while L I am there, the consequences would be disastrous, more so than I dare tell you. But why should Hezekiah wish to prowl about there at night, to assume for a moment that she is doing it?" Her manner was wholly earnest. It was plain that she had entered into some sort of a com- pact with her aunt, and no doubt the arrange- ment was in the characteristic whimsical vein of which I had enjoyed personal experience. I did not wish to press Cecilia for explanations she might not be free to make, but I ventured a sug- gestion or two. "Hezekiah may be entering the house and playing ghost for amusement, merely in a spirit of childish rebellion against the interdiction that forbids her the house. That is quite plausible, Hezekiah being the spirited young person we know her to be. And it may amuse her, too, to plug the chimneys at a time when her sister is enjoying the visits of suitors. Without quite real- izing that such was her animus, she may be the least, the very least bit jealous!" Cecilia flushed and her eyes flashed indig- nantly. She bent toward me eagerly. 202 I PLAY TRUANT "Please do not say such a thing! You must not even think it!" "She may be a little forlorn, alone in your father's house over the hills at times when you are surrounded by admirers, and it is my as- sumption from what I have learned in one way and another of your flight abroad last summer, that some of these gentlemen now established at the Prescott Arms are known to her." "Oh, all of them, certainly." "And Hartley Wiggins among the rest?" "That, Mr. Ames, is most unkind," she de- clared earnestly. "She has told me that she was not in the least interested in Mr. Wiggins." "And she told me the same thing, but I do not feel sure of it ! But what if she is ! You are not really interested in him yourself!" In the library at Hopefield Manor I should not have thought of speaking to Cecilia Hollister in any such fashion; but the flying train gave wings to my daring. I was surprised at my own temerity, and more surprised that she did not seem to resent my new manner of speech. She did not, however, vouchsafe any reply to my statement, but changed the subject abruptly. My description of the ghost had taken con- siderable time, and we were now running through the tunnels and would soon be at the end of our 203 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS journey. She put on her hat and veil without making it necessary for us to discontinue our talk. A certain languor that had marked her at her aunt's vanished. There was a clearer light in her eye, and as I helped her into her coat I felt that here was a woman to whose high qualities I had done scant justice. "I count on finishing my errand and taking the two-seven," she remarked. "That's a short time to allow yourself. I've heard that it's a dreary business chasing the employment agencies." "Not if you know where not to go. If you'll get me a machine of some sort I '11 be off at once." "I fear I shan't conclude my own business so soon; but if you will honor me at luncheon?" This last was at the door of a taxicab I had found for her. "Sorry, Mr. Ames, but it's out of the question. I hope to see you at dinner to-night. And please" "Yes, Miss Hollister" "Please remember that you are Aunt Octa- via's guest, and don't annoy her by failing to ap- pear at dinner. You know you have n't fixed that chimney yet!" Her smile left me well in the air; I stood staring after the very commonplace cab as it rolled away 204 I PLAY TRUANT with her, my mind a whirling chaos of emotion. The crowd jostled me impatiently; for other people, not breathing celestial ether from an hour of Cecilia Hollister's society, were bent upon the day's business. I set off at once for Pepperton's office, where I learned that the architect was out of town; but his chief clerk greeted me courteously. I told him frankly that I wanted to look at the plans of Hopefield Manor to enable me to learn the exact lines of the chimneys. He confessed surprise that they were causing trouble, and expressed regret that they were not in the office. "Miss Hollister sent for them this morning, and I have just given them to a young woman who bore a note from her. Ordinarily I should not have let them go, but the note was peremp- tory, and Miss Hollister is a friend of Mr. Pep- perton's, you know, and a person I'm sure he would not refuse. We're at work now on plans for a cathedral she proposes building for the Bishop of Manila." I was not surprised that Octavia Hollister should be building cathedrals in the Orient, I was beyond that, but I was taken aback to find that she had anticipated me in my rush for the plans of her house. Clearly, I was dealing with a woman who was not only immensely 205 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS amusing but exceedingly shrewd as well. Could it be possible after all that she was herself playing ghost merely for her own entertainment! She was capable of it; but I had satisfied myself that she could not have performed the tricks of which I had been the victim the night previous unless she possessed some rare vanishing power like that of the East Indian mystics. "May I ask who came for the plans?" "I judged the young woman to be a maid, or perhaps she was Miss Hollister's secretary." I had given little heed during my short stay at Hopefield Manor to Miss Hollister's personal attendant. I had passed her in the halls once or twice, a young woman of twenty -five, I should say, fair-haired and blue-eyed. She might her- self be the ghost, now that I thought of it; but this seemed the most unlikely hypothesis pos- sible, and there was no difficulty in account- ing for her flight to town, for there were many horses and vehicles in the Hopefield stable, and trains were frequent. "If there is anything further, Mr. Ames" I roused myself to find the chief clerk regard- ing me impatiently, and I thanked him and hurried away. At my own office my assistant pounced upon me wrathfully. He was half wild over the pres- 206 I PLAY TRUANT sure of vexatious business, and had just been en- gaging in a long-distance conversation with a country gentleman at Lenox which had left him in bad temper. I was explaining to him the seriousness of my errands at Hopefield, rather unconvincingly I fear, and the fact that I must return at once, when the office-boy entered my private room to say that three gentlemen wished to see me immediately. They had submitted cards, but had refused to state the nature of their business. It was with a distinct sensation of surprise that I read the names respectively of Percival B. Shallenberger, Daniel P. Ormsby, and John Stewart Dick. "Show the gentlemen in," I said promptly, greatly to the disgust of my assistant, who re- tired to deal with several clients whom I had passed in the reception-room fiercely walking the floor. I had imagined all the suitors established at the Prescott Arms. As the three appeared clad in light automobiling coats, I could not forbear a smile at their grim appearance. Shallenberger, the novelist, and Ormsby, the knit-goods manu- facturer, were big men ; Dick was much shorter, though of compact and sturdy build. They growled surlily in response to my greeting, and Ormsby closed the door behind them. Dick 207 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS seemed to be the designated spokesman, and he advanced to the desk behind which I sat, with a stride and manner that advertised his belliger- ent frame of mind. "Mr. Ames," he began, "we have come here to speak for ourselves and certain other gentle- men who are staying for a time at the Prescott Arms." " Gentlemen of the committee, welcome to our office," I replied, greatly amused by his ferocity. My tone caused the others to draw in defen- sively behind him. "We want you to understand that your con- duct in accompanying a lady that I shall not name to the city is an act we cannot pass in silence. Your conduct in going to Hopefield Manor was in itself an affront to us, but your behavior this morning passes all bounds. We have come, sir, to demand an explanation!" At a glance this was a situation I dare not take seriously. In any circumstances the fact that these men had followed me to my office to rebuke me for accompanying Cecilia Hollister to town was absurd. This young Mr. Dick was absurd in himself. His gray cap had twisted itself oddly to the side of his head, and a bang of black hair lay at a piratical angle across his fore- head. Behind him Ormsby, the knit-goods man, 208 I PLAY TRUANT tugged at a brown moustache; Shallenberger's blue eyes snapped wrathfully. "Mr. Dick," I said soberly, "I have heard of you as the original pragmatist of Nebraska, and as I am a mere ignorant chimney-doctor, to whom the later philosophical meaning of that term is only so much punk, I must identify you with that more obvious meaning of the word which is within my grasp. Mr. Dick, and gentle- men of the committee, you are meddlesome per- sons!" "Meddlesome!" cried Dick, heatedly, and leaning toward me across my desk, "do I cor- rectly understand, sir, that you mean to insult us?" "Nothing could be further from my purpose. But I cannot permit you to imagine that I'm going to allow you to beard me in my office and criticise my conduct in regard to Miss Cecilia Hollister or anybody else. As a philosopher from the fertile corn-lands of Nebraska, I salute you with admiration ; as a critic of my ways and manners, I show you the door!" This I did a bit jauntily, and I had a feeling that I was playing my part well. But the young man before me seemed to swell with the rage that surged within him. He broke out furiously, beating the air with his fist. 209 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS 'You not only insult this committee, but you speak with intentional disrespect of my native state, and of the great philosophical school of which I am a disciple. Am I right?" ''You are eminently right, Mr. Dick. Neither the corn, the philosophical schools, nor the pack- ing-house statistics of your native Omaha inter- est me a particle. So far as I am personally con- cerned you may go back to your wigwam on the tawny Missouri as soon as you please." "Then," he broke forth explosively, "then, sir, by Minerva's pale brow, and by all the gods at once, I brand you " "Put the brand on hot, little one! Make it a good strong curse while you're about it!" He choked with rage for a moment; then he controlled himself with painful effort. "My personal grievances must wait," con- tinued Dick, brokenly, "but speaking for the committee I wish to say that your attentions to the young lady whom you have dared, sir, to name, are obnoxious to us." "Nothing less than that!" added Shallenber- ger. "We will not stand for it," growled Ormsby's heavy bass. "Mr. Shallenberger," I replied evenly, "as a member of the great Hoosier school of novelists 210 I PLAY TRUANT I have the most prof ound respect for your talents. My office-boy is dead to the world for weeks after the appearance of a novel from your pen. But your interference in my private affairs is beyond all reason. And as for you, Mr. Ormsby, I dare say your knit-goods are worthy of the fame of the pent-up Utica from which you come. But to you and all of you, I bid defiance. I re- turn to Hopefield Manor by the four-fourteen express." I rose and bowed coldly in dismissal; but the trio stood their ground stubbornly. "I tell you, sir, our organization is complete!" declared Dick. "We signed a gentleman's agree- ment only last night, for the express purpose of excluding you, and you cannot enter as a com- petitor. You are only an outsider, and we don't intend to have you interfering with our affairs." "By the pink left ear of Venus!" I blurted, "is it a trust?" : ' You put it coarsely, Mr. Ames, but" "A suitors' trust? Then if I read the news- papers correctly, your organization is against public policy and in contravention of the anti- trust law. But may I inquire why, if you have perfected a combination of Miss Hollister's suitors, I found Lord Arrowood this morning sitting on a stone by the roadside, evidently in 211 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS the greatest dejection. Can it be possible that an insurgent has crept into your organization and incurred the displeasure of the regulars?" "We ruled him out," Shallenberger burst forth, "because he was a foreigner and not en- titled to a place among free-born Americans ! That is one reason; and for another, the colors of his half -hose were an offense to me, personally." "And for another reason," interposed Ormsby, "he had no money with which to pay his board at the Prescott Arms. For this just cause the landlord ejected him shortly after breakfast this morning." "Then there is already a rift in the lute!" I returned. "No trust of suitors is stronger than its weakest link. By the bloody footprints of our forefathers on the snows of Valley Forge, I stand for the right of the American girl to choose where she will. You may perch on the hills about Hope- field Manor, and besiege Cecilia Hollister till the end of time, but my hand is raised against your unrighteous compact, and I am in the fight to stay ! Go back to the Prescott Arms, gentlemen, and assure your associates in this hideous com- pact of my most distinguished consideration and tell them to go to the devil." I had gone to the St. Parvenu Hotel to call I PLAY TRUANT upon a Washington lady who had been making life a burden to my assistant, and on coming out into Fifth Avenue shortly after one, bethought me of the Asolando Tea-Room. My interview with the committee of the suitors had driven from my mind practically every consideration and every interest not centred in Hopefield Manor. My thoughts turned gratefully to the Asolando, where only a few days ago I had been precipitated into the strangest adventures my eventless life had known. A strange face was visible at the cashier's desk as I entered the tea-room. I passed on, finding the place quite full, but I took it as a good omen that the seventh table from the right was unoc- cupied, and I hastily appropriated it. A waitress appeared promptly, murmuring, " There are no birds in last year's nest," and recommended a Locker-Lampson sandwich, whose contents the girl told me were secret, but it proved to be wholly palatable. As I drank my tea and ate the sandwich I surveyed the decora- ted menu card with interest, and found pleasur- able excitement in discovering an item directing attention to "Pickles a la Hezekiah, 15 cents." The delightful Hezekiah must, then, have im- pressed herself upon the deus ex machina of the 213 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS Asolando on her brief day there, thus to have won this recognition. And further on I noted, among the desserts, Peche Cecilie, with even greater interest and satisfaction. Miss Hollister's nieces were among ten thousand young women, and it was quite believable that their brief tenure of office in the tea-room had fixed them perma- nently in the heart of the unknown proprietor. The girl at the cash-desk was reading, her head bent as demurely as Hezekiah's had been on that memorable afternoon; but I did not care for the stranger's profile. I tried to fancy Cecilia in cap and apron serving these tables, but my imagina- tion was not equal to the task. Cecilia occupied my mind now. The visit of the furious suitors to my office had stirred in me thoughts and aspirations that had never known harborage in my breast before. The presump- tion of those fellows had exceeded anything I had known in my contact with human kind, and in- stead of frightening me away from Hopefield Manor, they had called my own attention to the strategic importance of my present position as a guest in Miss Octavia's house. Here was a siege of suitors indeed; but I was resolved to make the most of my position within the barricade. As these thoughts ran through my mind, I was finishing my Peche Cecilie (I spurn all sweets 214 I PLAY TRUANT ordinarily), when I became interested in the unusual conduct of a young woman who had entered the front door briskly and walked with a business-like air to the cashier's desk. The girl within the wicket rose promptly, opened the screen, and without parley of any sort, emptied the contents of her till into the visitor's reticule. With a nod and a smile and a moment's care- less survey of the room, the girl departed, swing- ing the reticule in her hand. A long roll she carried under her arm confirmed my identification. It was Miss Octavia Hollister's Swedish maid ; and the roll, beyond perad venture, contained the plans she had obtained at Pepperton's office. The girl was well-featured, neat of figure, and becomingly gowned, and as I watched her leave the shop the lightness of her step, something smooth and flowing in her movements, interested me. I did not know what business she had to be robbing the Asolando money-drawer, but it was altogether possible that she was the Hopefield ghost ! On the whole, when I had finally torn myself away from my assistant, who made no at- tempt to conceal his doubts as to my sanity, and had settled myself in the four-fourteen express with the afternoon papers, I was fully satisfied with the day's adventures. XII THE RIDDLE OF THE SIBYI/S LEAVES I HAD told the coachman in the morning not to trouble to meet me on my return, and I engaged the village liveryman to drive me to the house for hire. As we approached Hopefield I saw the Napoleonic figure of John Stewart Dick in the roadway. He had evidently been waiting for me. He held up his hand with the superb, impersonal scorn of a Fifth Avenue policeman, and the driver checked his horse. "I gave you warning," he said impressively. "If you return to the house the consequences will be upon your own head." "Thank you," I replied courteously. ; 'You lay yourself open to the severest penalties of the law in attempting to intimidate me. I have en- listed for the whole campaign. Sick chimneys require my immediate professional attention. If my bark sink, 't is to another sea. Be good, dear child, let those who will be clever; and v kindly omit flowers." As the driver slapped his reins, Dick sprang out of the way, muttering words that proved the 216 THE RIDDLE OF THE SIBYL'S LEAVES shallowness of his philosophic temper. The livery- man expressed his disapproval of the pragmatist in profane terms as we entered the grounds. "There's a heap o' talk in the village," he ob- served. "They do say the old lady 's cracked, if I may so speak of her; and that there's ghosts in the house. And the conduct of the gentlemen at the Prescott is most remarkable. The word 's passed that they're all dippy about the young Miss Hollister that lives with her aunt. I reckon all rich people are a bit cracked. It appears to go with the money. Mr. Bassford Hollister, he 's the old lady's brother, he's just as bad as any of 'em. I've drove in these parts fifteen year, and I 've worked a heap for the rich, but I never seen nothin' like the Hollisters. They say Mr. Bassford is about broke now. Had his share of the baby-wagon money and blew it in, and now the old lady's marryin' off the girls and he gets no money out of her if he takes a hand in that game. She's doin' it to suit herself. That Bass- ford is always up to somethin' queer. Yesterday he sat in the village street countin' the number of people he saw chewin' gum. Hung around the school-house watchin' the children to see how many had their jaws goin'. Takin' notes just like the census man and tax assessor. Told our doc- tor in the village he was figurin' the amount of 217 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS horse-power the American people put into gum- chewing every year, and expects to find some way of usin' it to run machinery. It's harmless, Doc says. He calls it just the Hollister idio- syncrasy, if that's the word. But I reckon it's idiotsyncrasy all right. I wish you good luck of your place, sir." He evidently believed me to be some sort of upper servant, and this added to my joy of the day. With my good humor augmented by the in- terview, I entered the house. A strange footman admitted me, and I went to my room at once without meeting any one else. The man followed me with a penciled note, signed with Cecilia's initials, requesting my presence below as soon as possible, as she wished to see me before dinner. The thought that she wished to see me at any time filled me with ela- tion ; and her few lines scratched on a corre- spondence card were a pleasing addendum to our conversation of the morning. I only wondered whether I should find her the sober, reserved young woman of our earlier acquaintance, or whether she would choose to renew the good comradeship of our talk on the train. The find- ing of my assistant's telegraphed resignation on my dressing-table, to take effect in January, had not the slightest effect upon the lofty minarets 218 THE RIDDLE OF THE SIBYL'S LEAVES in which my fancy now found lodgment. It pleased me to believe that fighting blood still pulsed in the last of the house of Ames, and that I had hurled defiance at the organized band of suitors that guarded the Hopefield gates and picketed the surrounding hills. My question as to which Cecilia I should find in the library was quickly answered. Her frank smile, the candor of her eyes, confessed a new tie between us; we were becoming conspirators within the main conspiracy, whatever its char- acter might be. "As to Providence and the cook what luck?" I asked. "Oh, I managed that very easily. I ran into some friends who were going abroad for the winter. They have a staff of unusual servants, and were anxious to keep them together until their return. I promptly engaged them all, and they are even now installed. I came up on the train with them, and as they are unusually in- telligent and biddable, they agreed to stray in in a casual and desultory way through the after- noon. Aunt Octavia really believed, or pre- tended she did, which is just as good, that Provi- dence had sent them, and was delighted. The laundress the last to appear has just ar- rived, and Aunt Octavia is in fine humor. She 219 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS did n't even ask me how I came off in my encounter at the dentist's. She had filled the pie-pantry and had a good time while I was gone." "Well, I have had an adventure of my own," I remarked, after expressing my relief that she had solved the servant difficulty with so much ease. "A committee of gentlemen waited on me in my office on a matter of grave importance." She lifted her brows, and folded her hands upon her knees it was a pretty way she had. "Was it the freedom of the city, or some high recognition of your professional ability, Mr. Ames?" "Oh, far more exciting! Three gentlemen, representing the suitors' trust now maintaining headquarters at the Prescott Arms, warned me solemnly to keep off the grass. In other words, I am not to interfere with their designs upon the heart of Miss Cecilia Hollister." She flung open a fan, held it at arm's length, and scrutinized the daffodils that were traced upon it. "So they dared you?" "So they dared me. And I took the dare." "Why?" Her eyes met mine gravely, but behind her pretty moue a smile lurked delightfully. 220 THE RIDDLE OF THE SIBYL'S LEAVES "If I should tell you now it would be flirting, which is a sin." "I had imagined, Mr. Ames, that that sort of thing came easy to you. But if it's sinful, of course" ?^* "But you do not rule me out! You will give me a chance" My earnestness caused her manner to change suddenly. Her beautiful gravity came like a THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS swift falling of starlit twilight. I had never been so happy as at this moment. Preposterous as were the circumstances of my presence in the house, the juxtaposition of Cecilia Hollister gave me unalloyed delight. The animosity of the gentlemen at the Prescott Arms an animosity which the interview in my office had doubtless intensified quickened my satisfaction in thus being within the walls that guarded the lady of their adoration. She had not answered me, and I felt my heart pounding in the silence. "I want to serve you, now, hereafter, and always," I added. "These men can have no claim upon you greater than that of any other man who dares!" "No, none whatever," she replied firmly. "And the mystery, the whole story, is in the little silver book!" She started, flushed, and then laughter visited her lips and eyes. The book was not in her hands nor in sight anywhere, but I felt that I was on the right track, and that the little trinket had to do with her plight and her compact with her aunt. Best of all, the fact that I had chanced upon this clue gave her happiness. There was no debating that. : 'You had best have a care, Mr. Ames. You have spoken words that would be treasonable if 222 THE RIDDLE OF THE SIBYL'S LEAVES they came from me, and I must not countenance them." "But you will tolerate from me words that you would not permit another to speak? Do I go too far?" She bent her head to one side, with the slightest inclination, as of a rose touched by a vagrant wind. "If I could only half believe in you," she said, "you might really serve me. So those gentlemen warned you away! Their presumption is cer- tainly astounding." "They know nothing of the silver book!" "They know less than you do, and you have a good deal to learn, you know." "I am dull enough, but I have no ambition but to read the riddle of the sibyl's leaves. That and the laying of the ghost are my immediate busi- ness. As for the gentlemen at the Prescott, in- cluding my old friend Hartley Wiggins, I am not in the least afraid of them. My hand is raised against them. If it 's a case of the test of Ulysses over again, I 'm as likely as any of them to bend the bow." I thought this well spoken, but she seemed amused, though without unkindness, by the earnestness of my speech. "If your wit is equal to your valor, you may 223 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS go far. But" - and she turned her eyes full upon me- "we must play the game according to the rules." "And as for Hartley Wiggins" She sat up very straight, and the sudden dis- dain in her face startled me. I had forgotten my eavesdropping in the clump of raspberries on the day of my arrival. Certainly Wiggins had been decidedly in the race then, and my heart thumped in resentment as I recalled her own message, all compact of encouragement, which I had borne to Wiggins at the Prescott Arms. "I will tell you something, Mr. Ames. This afternoon, as I drove from the station, I came round by the lake, merely to cool my eyes on the water, and I saw Mr. Wiggins and my sister seated on a wall in an old orchard. They were so busily engaged that they did not see me. At least he did not; but I think Hezekiah did." "Hezekiah," I answered, relieved by the nature of her disclosure, which could not but prejudice Wiggins' case, "Hezekiah is fond of orchards. I dare say this was the same one in which I had a charming talk with her myself. Doubtless she was amusing herself with Wiggins just as she did with me. She finds the genus homo entertaining." 224 THE RIDDLE OF THE SIBYL'S LEAVES "She is the dearest girl in the world, the sweetest, the loveliest, the brightest. Mr. Wig- gins has treated her outrageously. He has taken advantage of her youth and susceptible nature." "His punishment is sure," I answered com- placently. " Hezekiah laughed when I mentioned his name. And you frown to-day at the thought of him." "Aunt Octavia is coming," she remarked, feigning at once a careless air; but I was content that she let my remark pass unchallenged. Miss Octavia's entrances were always effec- tive. She appeared to-night charmingly gowned, but the bright twinkle in her eyes made it clear that no matter of dress could affect her humor or spirit. She greeted me, as she always did, as though our acquaintance were a matter of years rather than of days. I even imagined that she seemed pleased to find me back again. She asked no questions as to my day's occupations, but as we went in to dinner sallied forth cheer- fully upon a description of her own activities. "After I had baked my required quota of pies this morning, I sought recreation at the traps. The stable-boy who has been pulling the string for me having struck- work, it most providen- tially happened that I espied Lord Arrowood hanging on the edge of the maple tangle beyond 225 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS the barn. I summoned him at once and put him to work managing the traps for me, finding him most efficient. He seemed extremely de- spondent, and after I had satisfied myself that two out of three was not an impossible record for one of my years, I brought him to the house and made tea for him. I left the room for a moment I had taken him into the kitchen where, dur- ing the incumbency of the regular cook I hardly dare venture myself, and he made himself com- fortable quite near the range. The pies on which I had been engaged all morning lay cooling near him. I had composed twenty-nine pies, I am an excellent mathematician, and I could not have been mistaken in the count. What was my amazement to find, after his lordship's depar- ture, that one pie was missing! The pan in which it was baked I discerned later, jammed into a barrel of excellent Minnesota flour. My absence from the room was the briefest; his lordship must indeed be a prestidigitateur to have made way with the pie so expeditiously." "His lordship was doubtless hungry," I sug- gested. "Even nobility must eat. I passed Lord Arrowood in the highway early this morn- ing, sitting upon a stone, with sundry items of hand-baggage reposing beside him. I have rarely seen any one so depressed." 226 THE RIDDLE OF THE SIBYL'S LEAVES "He belongs to an ancient house," remarked Miss Octavia. "He is descended from either Hengist or Horsa, I forget which, but it does not greatly matter. The missing pie, I may add, was an effect in Westchester pippin; and as our American experiment in self-government bores him, I take it as significant that he chanced upon food that is the veritable sacrament of democ- racy." "Now that the little matter of the servants has been adjusted, we must have a care lest the newly-arrived phalanx, which Providence so kindly sent to you to-day, is not stampeded by any further manifestations of the troubled spirit of the unfortunate Briton who was hanged on the site of this house." "Mr. Ames," replied Miss Octavia impres- sively, "that matter is entirely in your hands." "But if I could see the plans of this house, I should be better able to grapple with his ghost- ship." I had thrown this out in the hope of eliciting some remark from her touching the Swedish maid's visit to Pepperton's office; but Miss Octavia met my gaze unflinchingly. 'You are a clever man, Mr. Ames, and I have every confidence that you will not only solve the mystery of the library chimney but find the 227 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS ghost that switched off the lights on the stair last night. I prefer that you should accomplish these feats without any help from the plans. I myself have no suggestions. I am gratified that you are meeting the emergencies that have risen here with so much determination, but it is what I should expect of the son of Arnold Ames of Hartford. Opportunity is all that any of us need to find ourselves truly great, and if, in the ordinary course of our lives, the gate does not open freely, we are justified in picking the lock. When I determined to seek adventures in my old age, I resolved that I should miss no chance, and that I should be prepared for any beckoning of the hand of fate. An odd fancy struck me at the beginning of my new life that Boston would some day be the starting-point of some interesting experience. This has not yet developed, but in order that I may be prepared for anything that may occur I keep a blue -silk umbrella constantly checked at the Parker House. The presence of the little brass check in my purse is a constant reminder that Boston may one day call me." A discussion of the Parker House umbrella followed, Cecilia and I joining, and it proved so fruitful a topic that it carried us to our coffee. Coffee-making, in a machine she had herself contrived, was always attended with rites that 228 THE RIDDLE OF THE SIBYL'S LEAVES required deliberation, and while she performed them Miss Hollister continued to amuse us. ; 'You may not know," she remarked, in one of her charming irrelevant outbursts, "that the most important furniture transactions effected in this country are those negotiated daily by the head-waiters of the Fifth Avenue restaurants. Such is, I assure you, the fact. These gentlemen, who have attained front rank among our preda- tory rich, allow no one to dine at the inns they dominate who does not first purchase a table and chairs at a profit of at least two hundred per cent over the original Grand Rapids cost, the furni- ture thus purchased reverting in every case to the party of the first part after the purchasers have eaten to their satisfaction. The Fifth Ave- nue head-waiters are not only the most absolute autocrats of our time, but the most acute stu- dents of human nature among us. The sale of the tables by the lords of the dining-rooms is alone worth a fortune every season at our fash- ionable victualing houses and, in addition, the humbler members of the minor orders of waiters, who merely fetch and carry, are obliged to share their gratuities with their august chiefs." "The system is iniquitous," I declared. "It's enough to pay two prices for the food without buying the hotel furniture." 229 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS "The system, Mr. Ames, is wholly admirable, if you will pardon me for expressing a difference of opinion. We cannot do less than admire the austere genius before which mere plutocrats and men of affairs meekly bow. In making my own investments I would rather have the advice of Alphonse at the. Hotel Pallida than that of the president of the strongest trust company on Manhattan Island. The varying size of the sums he receives for the dining-room furniture is the best possible indication of the condition of the market. When a citizen of Pittsburg will pay no more than one hundred dollars for the use of a table to eat from at the Pallida you may be sure that a panic impends. By the way, I proposed to Alphonse last winter the organization of a lim- ited company of leading head-waiters to control the waiting industry of Fifth Avenue. It was my idea that some special forms of torture might be devised for calculating persons usually readers of New York letters in provincial newspapers who think a waiter entitled to only ten per cent of the bill, and this could best be managed by an arrangement between the five or six magnates who control the more gilded and imposing refectories. I suggested the placing of a special mark in the hats of the ten-per-cent fiends, so that wherever they dine the symbol of 230 THE RIDDLE OF THE SIBYL'S LEAVES their indiscreet frugalities would be apparent to the initiated eye. It is another of my notions that the head-waiter and his humble slave should present a formal bill for their services, while the hotel or restaurant should merely be tipped. In this way the more important service would re- ceive its due consideration. The sole office of the proprietor is to provide the head-waiter a place in which to follow his profession. Alphonse is impressed with my ideas, and has even offered to make me a director of the company." "I suppose that you won the regard of Al- phonse, the magnificent, only by the most princely tips through many years of acquain- tance, Miss Hollister." "On the other hand, Mr. Ames, I never gave him a cent in my life; but last Christmas, in recognition of his friendliness in warning me against an alligator-pear salad, at a moment when that vegetable was at the turn of the sea- son, I knit him a pair of blue worsted bed-room slippers, which he received with the liveliest expressions of delight." Three suitors were announced at this moment, and I slipped away without excuses, while Miss Octavia and Cecilia adjourned to the library. The ghost, I had sworn, should not baffle me another night. XIII I DISCOVER TWO GHOSTS As I crossed the second-floor hall, I passed the Swedish maid, walking toward Miss Octavia's room. I was somewhat annoyed to find, on look- ing over my shoulder to make sure of her desti- nation, that she, too, had paused, her hand on Miss Octavia's door, and was watching me with interest. She vanished immediately; but to throw her off the track I went to my own room, closed the door noisily, and then came out quickly and ran up to the third floor. Bassford Hollister's mysterious exit had lin- gered in my mind as the most curious incident of the eventful Friday night. Having been baf- fled in my effort to get hold*of the architect's plans, my thought now was to await in the upper part of the house a repetition of the various phenomena that had so puzzled me. By the process of exclusion I had eliminated nearly every plausible theory, but if the ghost mani- fested himself with any sort of periodicity (and the hour of the chimney's queer behavior had been nine) I was now prepared to meet him in 232 I DISCOVER Two GHOSTS the regions he had chosen for his exploits. When it is remembered that I had always been most timorous, not at all anxious to shine in any heroic performances, it will be understood that the atmosphere of Hopefield Manor was exerting a stimulating effect upon my courage. Or, more likely, my inherent cowardice had been brought into subjection by my curiosity. I had a pretty accurate knowledge by this time of the position and function of all the elec- tric switches between the lower hall and the fourth floor, but I tested them as I ascended, glancing down now and then to make sure I was not observed. From the sound of voices in the library I judged that most of Cecilia's suitors must now have arrived, and so much the better, I argued; for with Miss Octavia and her niece fully occupied, I could the better carry on my ghost-hunt above stairs. At a quarter before nine I switched off the lights on the third and fourth floors, and estab- lished myself at the head of the stairway, and quite near the trunk-room door. This door I had opened, as I fancied that if Bassford Hollister were at the bottom of the business, he would probably wish to find his way to the roof again. So far as I was able to manage it, the stage was in readiness for the entrance of the goblin. And 233 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS I may record my impression, that as we wait for a visitation of this sort, it is with a degree of cre- dence in things supernatural, to which we would not ordinarily confess. In spite of ourselves we expect something to appear, something un- earthly, impalpable, and unresponsive to those tests we apply to the known and understood. The clock below struck nine upon these medi- tations, and almost upon the last stroke I heard a sound that set my nerves tingling. I crouched in the dark waiting. Some one was coming toward me, but from where? The bottom of a well at midnight was not blacker than the fourth floor, but the switch lay ready to my hand, and my pockets were stuffed with matches of the sort that light anywhere. The stairways were all carpeted, as I have said, and yet some one was ascending bare treads, lightly, and with delays that suggested a furtive purpose. Mean- while, as a background for this unreality, mur- murs of talk and occasional laughter rose from the library. This concealed stairway, wherever it w T as, could not be of interminable length, and I had counted, I think, fifteen steps of that strange ascent when it ceased. I heard a fumbling as of some one seeking a latch, and suddenly a light current of air swept by me, but its clean fresh 234 I DISCOVER Two GHOSTS quality was not in itself disturbing. I stooped and struck a match smartly on the carpet and at the same time clicked the switch. I should say that not more than ten seconds passed from the moment the soft rush of air had first advertised the opening of a passage near me until the hall was flooded with the glow of the electric lamps overhead. My match had also performed its office, but finding the electric current behaving itself normally, I blew it out. What I saw now interested me immensely. In the solid wall, near the stair, and almost directly opposite the trunk-room, a narrow door had swung outward, a neat contrivance, so light in its construction that it still swayed on its concealed hinges from the touch of the hand that had released it. How it had opened or what had become of the prowler who had unlatched it remained to be discovered. It seemed impossible that whoever or whatever had climbed the hidden stairway had descended, nor had I been conscious of a ghostly passing as on the previous night. I had only my senses to apply to this problem, and their efficiency was minimized for a moment by fear. The opening in the wall engaged my attention at once, and I was steadied by the thought that here was a practical matter susceptible of investi- 235 THE SIEGE OF THE SEVEN SUITORS gation. I stepped within the door and lighted a candle ; and just as the wick caught fire, click went a switch somewhere, and out went the hall lamps. But having, so to speak, put my foot to the mysterious stair I would not turn back, and I continued on down the steps. Great was my astonishment to find that I had apparently stepped from a new into an old house. The stair treads were worn by long use, the plaster walls that inclosed them were battered and cracked, and I seemed to have plunged from the glory of Hopefield into some dim lost passage of a domicile of another era, that lay within or beneath the walls of the Manor. As I slowly descended, holding high my candle, I recalled, not without a qualm, the story of the British soldier whom tradition or superstition linked to the site of Miss Hollister's property. This stair- way might certainly have been built in the early days of the republic, and it refuted my disdain of the ghost-myth on the theory that new houses are inhospitable to spirits. At the foot of the stair I found two rooms, one on either side of a small hall, and these, also, were clearly part of an old house that seemed to be somehow merged into the Hollister mansion. I remembered now that the mansion stood wedged against a rough spur of rock, and that 236 I DISCOVER Two GHOSTS the front and rear entrances were upon different levels, and it was conceivable that the back part of the mansion might inclose these rooms of an earlier house that had occupied the same site; why they should have been retained was beyond me.