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This edition must not he import- i utto fwr sold in Great nritiiin or The United States C5 Copyright, 1897, Bv THE MACMILLAN COMPANY. Set up and electiotyped April, 18^7 Reprinted May, June, July twice, August twice, Septeiiibfr Uvicc, Uctdl.fr three times, 1S97. NovfajooU ^rt8B J. S. Omhing i Co. - Berwick & Smith Norwood M.isi. U.S.A. OTo ilg fflotber AUTHOR'S NOTE The author published a few years ago a story entitled "John Gray." Some of the material of that strjry has been used in the work herewith published as " The Choir Invisible." THE CHOIR INVISIBLE The middle of a fragrant afternoon of May in the green wilderness of Kentucky: the year 1795- ^ High overhead ridges of many-peaked cloud -the gleaming, wandering Alps of the blue ether; outstretched far below, the warming bosom of the earth, throbbing with the hope of maternity. Two spirits abroad in the air encountering each other and passing into one' the spirit of scentless spring left by melting snows and the spirit of scented summer born with the earliest buds. The road through the forest one of those wagon-tracks that were being opened from the clearings of the settlers and that wound along beneath trees of which those now seen in Kentucky are the unworthy survivors -oaks and walnuts, maples and elms, centimes old, gnarled, massive, drooping, majes. tic, through whose arches the sun hurled down B The Choir Invisible only some solitary spear of gold, and over whose gray-mossed roots some cold brook crept in silence ; with here and there billowy open spaces of wild rye, buffalo grass, and clover on which the light fell in sheets of radiance; with other spots so dim that for ages no shoot had sprung from the deep black mould ; blown to and fro across this wagon-road, odours of ivy, pennyroyal and mint, mingled with the fra- grance of the wild grape; flitting to and fro across it, as low as the violet-beds, as high as the sycamores, unnumbered kinds of birds, some of which like the paroquet are long since vanished. Down it now there came in a drowsy amble an old white bob-tail horse, his polished coat shining like silver when he crossed an expanse of sunlight, fading into spectral paleness when he passed under the rayless trees; his fore- top floating like a snowy plume in the light wind ; his unshod feet, half-covered by the fet- locks, stepping noiselessly over the loamy earth ; the rims of his nostrils expanding like flexible ebony; and in his eyes that look of peace which is nf-ver seen but in those of petted animals. The Choir Invisible 3 He hnd on an old bridle with knots of blue violets hanging down at his cars ; over his broad back was spread a blanket of buffalo-skin ; on this rested a worn black side-saddle, and' sit- ting in the saddle was a girl, whom every young man of the town not far away knew to be Amy Falconer, and whom many an old pioneer dreamed of when he fell asleep beside his rifle and his hunting-knife in his lonely cabin of the wilderness. She was perhaps the first beautiful girl of aristocratic birth ever seen in Kentucky, and the first of the famous train of those who for a hundred years since have wrecked or saved the lives of the men. Her pink calico dress, newly starched and ironed, had looked so pretty to her when she had started from home, that she had not been able to bear the thought of wearing over it this lovely afternoon her faded, mud-stained riding- skirt ; and it was so short that it showed, rest- ing against the saddle-skirt, her little feet loosely fitted into new bronze morocco shoes. On her hands she had drawn white half-hand mittens of home-knit; and on her head she wore an enormous white scoop-bonnet, lined with pink and tied under her chin in a huge rr ill } T/te Choir Invisible white muslin bow. Her face, hidden away under the pinlc-and-white shadow, showed such tints of pearl and rose that it seemed carved from the inner surface of a sea-shell. Her eyes were gray, almond-shaped, rather wide apart, with an expression changeful and playful, but withal rather shrewd and hard; her light- brown hair, as fine as unspun silk, was parted over her brow and drawn simply back behind her ears; and the lips of her little mouth curved against each other, fresh, velvet-like, smiling. On she rode down the avenue of the primeval woods ; and Nature seemed arranged to salute her as some imperial presence; with the wav- ing of a hundred green boughs above and on each side; with a hundred floating odours; \.:th the flash and rush of bright wings; with the swift play of nimble forms up and down the boles of trees ; and all the sweet confusion of innumerable melodies. Then one of those trifles happened that con- tain the history of our lives, as a drop of dew draws into itself the majesty and solemnity of the heavens. From the pommel of the side-saddle there The Choir Invisible 5 dangled a heavy roll of home-spun linen, which she was taking to town to her aunt's merchant as barter for queen's-ware pitchers ; and behind this roll of linen, fastened to a ring under the seat of the saddle, was swung a bundle tied up in a large blue-and-white checked cotton neck- kerchief. Whenever she fidgeted in the saddle, or whenever the horse stumbled as he often did because he was clumsy and because the road was obstructed by stumps and roots, the string by which this bundle was tied slipped a little through the loosening knot and the bundle hung a little lower down. Just where the wagon-trail passed out into the broader public road leading from Lexington to Frankfort and the travelling began to be really good, the horse caught one of his forefeet against the loop of a root, was thrown violently forward, and the bun- dle slipped noiselessly from the saddle to the earth. She did not see it. She indignantly gathered the reins more tightly in one hand, pushed back her bonnet, which now hung down over her eyes like the bill of a pelican, and applied her little switch of wild cherry to the horse's flank with such vehemence that a fly which was about <5 The Choir Invisible to ali-ht on ihat spot went to the other side The old horse himself -lie bore the peaceable name of William Penn — merely gave one of the comforting switches of his bob-tail with which he brushed away the thought of any small annoyance, and stopped a moment to nibble at the wayside cane mixed with purple- blossoming peavine. Out of the lengthening shadows of the woods the girl and the horse passed on toward the little town ; and far behind them in the public rosd lay the lost bundle. II In the open square on Cheapside in Lexin^^- ton there is now a bronze statue of John Breck- inridge. Not far from where it stands the pioneers a hundred years ago had built the first log school-bouse of the town. Poor old school-house, long since become scattered ashes ! Poor little backwoods acade- micians, driven in about sunrise, driven out toward dusk! Poor little tired backs with nothing to lean against ! Poor little bare feet that could never reach the floor! Poor little droop-headed figures, so sleepy in the long summer days, so afraid to fall asleep! Lono- long since, little children of the past, your backs have become straight enough, measured on the same cool bed ; sooner or later your feet, wher- ever wandering, have found their resting-places in the soft earth ; and all your drooping heads have gone to sleep on the same dreamless pillow and there are sleeping. And the young school- master, who seemed exempt from frailty while 8 The Choir invisible I he guarded like a sentinel that lone outpost of the alphabet -he too has long since joined the choir invisible of the immortal dead. But there IS something left of him though more than a century has passed away : something that has wandered far down the course of time to us like the faint summer fragrance of a young tree long- since fallen dead in its wintered forest — like a dim radiance yet travelling onward into space from an orb turned black and cold — like an old melody, surviving on and on in the air without any instrument, without any strings. John Gray, the school-master. At four o'clock that afternoon and therefore earlier than usual, he was standing on the hickory block which formed the doorstep of the school-house having just closed the door behind him for the day. Down at his side, between the thumb and forefinger of one hand, hung his big black hat which was decorated with a tricoloured cockade to show that he was a member of the Demo- cratic Society of Lexington, modelled after the Democratic Society of Philadelphia and the Jacobin clubs of France. In the open palm of the other lay his big silver English lever watch with a glass case and broad black silk fob. mt The Choir Invisible g A young fellow of powerful build, lean, mus- cular ; wearing simply but with gentlemanly care a suit of black, which was relieved around his wrists and neck by linen, snow-white and of the finest quality. In contrast with his dress, a complexion fresh, pure, brilliant — the com' plexion of health and innocence; in contrast with this complexion from above a mass of coarse dark-red hair, cut short and loosely curling. Much physical beauty in the head, the shape being noble, the pose full of dignity and of strength ; almost no beauty in the face itself except in the gray eyes which were sin- cere, modest, grave. Yet a face not without moral loftiness and intellectual power; rugged as a rock, but as a rock is made less rugged by a little vine creeping over it, so his was softened by a fine network of nerves that wrought out upon it a look of kindness ; betraying the first nature of passion, but disciplined to the higher nature of control ; youthful, but wearing those unmistakable marks of maturity which mean a fierce early struggle against the rougher forces of the world. On the whole, with the calm, self- respecting air of one who, having thus far won in the battle of life, has a fiercer longing w The Choir Invisible I for larger conflict, and whose entire character rests on the noiseless conviction that he is a man and a gentleman. Deeper insight would have been needed to discover how true and earnest a soul he was ; how high a value he set on what the future had in store for him and on what his life would be worth to himself and to others ; and how, liking rather to help himself than to be helped, he liked less to be trifled with and least of all to be seriously thwarted. He was thinking, as his eyes rested on the watch, that if this were one of his ordinary days he would pursue his ordinary duties ; he would go up street to the office of Marshall and for the next hour read as many pages of law as possible ; then get his supper at his favourite tavern — the Sign of the Spinning- Wheel — near the two locust trees ; then walk out into the country for an hour or more: then back to his room and more law until midnight by the light of his tallow dip. But this was not an ordinary day — being Ci. ^ 1^ :t he had long waited for and was des- tine, n.^ver to forget. At dusk the evening befoi't, the posN iucr, so tired that he had The Choir Invisible II led to : was ; future is life thers; than I with scarry strength of wind to blow his horn, had ■■"en into town bringing the mail from Phila- ridd delphia; and in this mail "there was great news for him. It had kept him awake nearly all of the night before ; it had been uppermost in his mmd the entire day in school. At the thou-ht ot it now he thrust his watch into his pock'et. pulled his hat resolutely over his brow, and started toward Main Street, meaning to turn thence toward Cross Street, now known as Broadway. On the outskirts of the town in that direction lay the wilderness, undulating away for hundreds of miles like a vast green robe with scarce a rift of human making. He failed to urge his way through the throng as speedily as he may have expected, being withheld at moments by passing acquaintances, and at others pausing of his own choice to watch some spectacle of the street. The feeling lay fresh upon him this after- noon that not many years back the spot over which the town was spread had been but a hidden glade in the heart of the beautiful, awful wilderness, with a bountiful sprino- bub- lling up out of the turf, and a stream winding away through the green valley-bottom t the 12 The Choir Invisible bright, shady Elkhorn : a glade that for ages had been thronged by stately-headed elk and heavy-headed bison, and therefore sought also by unreckoned generations of soft-footed, hard- eyed red hunters. Then had come th- begin- ning of the end when one summer day, toward sunset, a few tired, rugged backwoodsmen of the Anglo-Saxon race, wandering fearless and far into the wilderness from the eastern slopes of the Blue Ridge and the Alleghanies, had made their camp by the margin of the spring; and always afterwards, whether by day or by night, they had dreamed of this as the land they must conquer for their homes. Now they had con- quered it already ; and now this was the town that had been built there, with its wide streets under big trees of the primeval woods ; with a long stretch of turf on one side of the stream for a town common ; with inns and taverns in the style of those of country England or of Virginia in the reign of George the Third ; with shops displaying the costliest merchandise of Philadelphia ; with rude dwellings of logs now giving way to others of frame and of brick ; and, stretching away from the town toward the encompassing wilderness, orderly gardens and The Choir Invisible 13 orchards now pink with the blo.s.som of the peach, and fields of young maize and wheat and flax and hemp. As the mighty stream of migration of the Anglo-Saxon race had burst through the jagged channels of the Allcghanics and rushed onward to the unknown, illimitable West, it was this little town that had received one of the main streams, whence it flowed more gently dis~ persed over the rich lands of the newly created State, or passed on to the Ohio and the south- ern frmges of the Lakes. It was this that received also a vast return current of the fear- fill, the disappointed, the weak, as they recoiled from the awful frontier of backwood life and resought the peac al Atlantic seaboard -one of the defeated Anglo-Saxon armies of civiliza- tion. These two far-clashing tides of the aroused migrating race -the one flowing westward, the other ebbing eastward -John Gray found him- self noting with deep interest as he moved through the town that afternoon a hundred years ago; and not less keenly the unlike groups and characters thrown dramatically to- gether upon this crowded stage of border history H The Cl'i'ir f u visible Al ()m> point liis alt cut ion was arrested hy tlic teai In voKOs ol vonion and the wcopinj; oi littU' iIhMumi : a eonipany of travellers with paclv-horses — one o I Ih e caravans across the desert of the Western woods — was moving; off to return hy the Wilderness Road to the old ahaiuloneil homes in Viri;inia and North Caro- lina. h\irther on, his passa^i^e was hlocked hy a joyous crowd that had !;athere(l ahout another caravan newly arrived — not one traveller hav- in-;- perished on the way. Seated on the roots of an oak were a group of young backwoodsnicn — swarthy, lean, tall, wild and reckless of bear- ing — their long rifles proj)pcd against the tree or held fondly across the knees ; the gray smoke of their pipes mingling with the gray of their jauntily worn raccoon-skin caps ; the rifts of yellow sun- light blending with the yellow of their hunting- shirts and tunics; their knives and powder-horns fastened in the belts that girt in their gaunt waists: the heroic youthful sinew of the old border folk. One among them, larger and hand- somer than the others, had pleased his fancy by donning more nearly the Indian dress. His breech-clout was of dappled fawn-skin ; his long l:high boots of thin deer-hide were open at the ws 7'//r Choir Invisible 15 m hips, leaving exposed the elear whiteness of his flcsii ; below the knees they were ornamcnte.l by a scarlet fringe tipped with the hoofs of fawns and the spurs of the wild turkey; and in his cap he wore the intertwined wings of the hawk a\m\ the scarlet tanager. Under another tree in front of a tavern bear- ing the sign of the Virginia arms, a group of students of William and Mary, the new aris- tocrats of the West, were singing, gambling, drinking; while at intervals one of them, who liad lying open before him a copy of Tom Paine's "Age of Reason," pounded on the table and apostrophied the liberties of Man. Once Gray paused beside a tall pole that had been planted at a street corner and surmounted with a liberty cap. Two young men, each wear- ing the tricolour cockade as he did, were stand- ing there engaged in secret conversation. As he joined them, three other young men— Feder- alists—sauntered past, wearing black cockades, with an eagle button on the left side. The six men saluted coolly. Many another group and solitary figure he saw to remind him of the turbulent history of the time and place. A parson, who had been the i6 The Choir Invisible calmest of Indian fighters, had lost all self-con- trol as he contended out in the road with another parson for the use of Dr. Watts' hymns instead of the Psalms of David. Near by, listening to them, and with a wondering eye on all he saw in the street, stood a French priest of Bordeaux, an exile from the fury of the avenging Jacobins. There were brown flatboatmen, in weather-beaten felt hats, just returned by the long overland trip from New Orleans and discussing with tobacco merchants the open navigation of the Missis- sippi ; and as they talked, up to them hurried the inventor Edward West, who said with excite- ment that if they would but step across the common to the town branch, he would demon- strate by his own model that some day navi- gation would be by steam: whereat they all laughed kindly at him for a dreamer, and went to laugh at the action of his mimic boat, movino- * ^ hither and thither over the dammed water of the stream. Sitting on a stump apart from every one, his dog at his feet, his rifle across his lap, an aged backwoodsman surveyed in sorrow the civilization that had already destroyed his hunting and that was about sending him farther west to the depths of Missouri — along with ii 77^1? Choir Invisible 17 the buffalo. His glance fell with disgust upon two old gentlemen in knee-breeches who met and offered each other their snuff-boxes, with a deep bow. He looked much more kindly at a grave, proud Chickasaw hunter, who strode by with inward grief and shame, wounded by the robbery of his people. Puritans from New England ; cavaliers from Virginia ; Scotch-Irish from Pennsylvania; mild-eyed trappers and bargemen from the French hamlets of Kas- kaskia and Cahokia ; wood-choppers ; scouts ; surveyors; swaggering adventurers; land-law- yers; colonial burgesses, —all these mingled and jostled, plotted and bartered, in the shops, in the streets, under the trees. And everywhere soldiers and officers of the Revolution — come West with their families to search for homes, or to take possession of the grants made them by the Government. In the course of a short walk John Gray passed men who had been wounded in the battle of Point Pleasant ; men who had waded behind Clark through the freezing marshes of the Illinois to the storming of Vincennes; men who had charged through flame and smoke up the side of King's Mountain against Ferguson's Care- ■■Hi 18 The CJioiy Invisible Una loyalists ; men who with chilled ardour had let themselves be led into the massacre of the Wabash by blundering St. Clair ; men who with wild thrilling pulses had rushed to victory behind mad Antony Wayne. And the women ! Some — the terrible lioness- motliers of the Western jungles who had been used like men to fight with rifle, knife, and axe — now sat sileiit in the doorways of their rough cabins, wrinkled, scarred, fierce, silent, scornful of all advancing luxury and refinement. Flitting gaily past them, on their way to the dry goods stores — supplied by trains of pack-horses from over the Alleghanies, or by pack-horse and boat down the Ohio — hurried the wives of the officers, daintily choosing satins and ribands for a coming ball. All this and more he noted as he passed lingeringly on. The deep vibrations of history swept through him, arousing him as the mar- shalling storm cloud, the rush of winds, and sunlight flickering into gloom kindle the sense of the high, the mighty, the sublime. As he was crossing the common, a number of young fellows stripped and girt for racing — for speed greater than an Indian's saved many a life in those day^, and running was part of the regu- The Choir Invisible 19 lar training of the young— bounded up to him like deer, giving a challenge : he too was very swift. But he named another day, impatient of the many interruptions that had already delayed him, and with long, rapid strides he had soon passed beyond the last fields and ranges of the town. Then he slackened his pace. Before him, a living wall, rose the edge of the wilder- ness. Noting the position of the sun and searching for a point of least resistance, he plunged in. Soon he had to make his way through a thicket of cane some twelve feet high ; then through a jungle of wild rye, buffalo grass and briars ; beyond which he struck a narrow deer- trace and followed that in its westward wind- ing through thinner undergrowth under the dark trees. He was unarmed. He did not even wear a knife. But the thought rose in his mind of how rapidly the forest also was changing its character. The Indians were gone. Two years had passed since they had for the last time flecked the tender green with tender blood. And the deadly wild creatures — the native people of earth and tree — they likewise had fled from 20 The Choir Invisible the slaughter and stu/vation of their kind. A little while back and a maddened buffalo or a wounded elk might have trodden him down and gored him to death in that thicket and no one have ever learned his fate — as happened to many a solitary hunter. He could not feel sure that hiding in the leaves of the branches against which his hat sometimes brushed there did not lie the panther, the hungrier for the fawns that had been driven from the near coverts. A swift lowering of its head, a tense noiseless spring, its fangs buried in his neck,— with no knife the contest would not have gone well with him. But of deadly big game he saw no sign that day. Once from a distant brake he was surprised to hear the gobble of the wild turkey; and more surprised still — and delighted — when the trail led to a twilight gloom and coolness, and at the green margin of a little spring he saw a stag drinking. It turned its terrified eyes upon him for an in- stant and then bounded away like a gray shadow. When he had gone about two miles, keeping his face steadily toward the sun, he came upon evidences of a clearing : burnt and fallen tim- m The Choir Invisible 21 ber; a field of sprouting maize; another of young wheat; a peach orchard flushing all the green around with its clouds of pink ; be- yond this a garden of vegetables ; and yet far- ther on, a log house. Me was hurrying on toward the house ; but as he passed the garden he saw standing in one corner, with a rake in her hand, a beautifully formed woman in homespun, and near by a negro lad dropping garden-seed. His eyes lighted up with pleasure ; and changing his course at once, he approached and leaned on the picket fence. "How do you do, Mrs. Falconer.?" She turned with a cry, dropping her rake and pushing her sun-bonnet back from her eyes. "How unkind to frighten me!" she said, laughing as she recognized him; and then she came over to the fence and gave him her hand — beautiful, but hardened by work. A faint colour had spread over her face. " I didn't mean to frighten you," he replied, smiling at her fondly. " But I had rapped on the fence twice. I suppose you took me for a flicker. Or you were too busy with your gar- jr 22 77/f Choir Invisible dening to hear me. Or, may be you were too deep in your own thouglits." " How do you happen to be out of school so early?" she asked, avoiding the subject. "I was through with the lessons." "You must have hurrietl ." "I did." " And is that the way you treat people's children > " " That's the way I treated them to lay." " And then you came straight out here ? " " As straight and fast as my legs could carry me — with a good many interruptions." She searched his face eagerly for a moment Then her eyes fell and she turned back to the seed-planting. He stood leaning over the fence with his hat in his hand, glancing impatiently at the house. " How can you respect yourself, to stand there idling and see me hard at work ? " she said at length, without looking at him. "But you do tiie work so well — better than I could ! liesides, you are obeying a Divine law. I have no right to keep you from doing the will of God. I observe you as one of the daughters of Eve — under the curse of toil." ( s c s a h ii The Choir Invisible 23 "There's no Divine command that I should plant beans. But it is my command that Amy shall. And this is Amy's work. Aren't you willing to work for heyf' she ask d. slowly raising her eyes to his face. "I am willing to work for her, but I am not willing to do her work ! " he replied. " If the queen sits quietly in the parlour, eating bread and honey "—and he nodded, protesting, toward the house. •' The queen's not in the parlour, eating bread and honey. She has gone to towii to stay with Kitty Poythress till after the ball." She noted how his expression instantly changed, and how, unconscious of his own action, he shifted his face back to the direction of the town, "Her uncle was to take her in to-morrow," she went on, still watching him, "but no! she and Kitty must see each other to-night ; and her uncle must be sure to bring her party finery in the gig to-morrow. I'm sorry you had your walk for nothing ; but you'll stay to supper ? " "Thank you ; I must go back presently." "Didn't you expect to stay when you came } " He flushed and laughed in confusion. 24 The Choir Invisible '•If you'll stay, I'll make you a johnny-cake on a new ash shingle with my own hands." " Thank you, I really must go back. But if there's a johnny-cake already made, I could easily take it along." "My johnny-cakes do not bear transporta- tion." " I wouldn't transport it far, you know." " Do stay ! Major Falconer will be so dis- appointed. He said at dinner there were so many th"ngs he wanted to talk to you about. He has been looking for you to come out. And, then, we have had no news for weeks. The major has been too busy to go to town; and I ! — I am as dry as one of the gourds of Confucius." His thoughts settled contentedly upon her once more and his face cleared. "I can't stay to supper, but I'll keep the Indians away till the major comes," he said. " What were you thinking of when I surprised you } " "What was I thinking o{>" She stopped working while she repeated his words and folded her hands about the handle of the rake as if to rest awhile. A band of her % Iinny-cake uls." :. But if , I could ransporta- )W." )e so dis- ! were so 3U about, ome out. )r weeks, to town; jourds of upon her keep the he said. surprised Thv Choir Invisible 25 soft, shinin;? hair, loosened by its own weioht when she had bent over to thin some s^ed carelessly scattered in the furrow, now fell across her forehead. She pushed her bonnet back and stood gathering it a little absently •nto Its place with the tips of her fingers Meanwhile he could see that her eyes rested upon the ..\^, of the wilderness. It seemed obm that she must be thinking of that; and he noted with pain, as often before, the con- trast between her and her surroundings. From every direction the forest appeared t; be rush- ing in upon that perilous little reef of a clearing 7 that unsheltered island of human life, newly clisplaymg itself amid the ancient, blood-flecked horror-haunted sea of woods. And shipwrecked on this island, tossed to it by one of the long idal waves of history, there to remain in exile from the manners, the refinement, the ease, the society tc> which she had always been accus-' tomed. this remarkable gentlewoman. ;ated his landle of \ of her Ill He had learned a great deal about her past, and held it mirrored in his memory. The gen- eral picture of it rose before his eyes now, as he leaned on the fence this pleasant afternoon in May and watched her restoring to its place, with delicate strokes of her finger-tips, the lock of her soft, shining hair. How could any one so fine have thriven amid conditions so exhausting .'* Those hard toiling fingers, now grasping the heavy hoe, once used to tinkle over the spinet ; the small, sensitive feet, now covered with coarse shoe-packs tied with leather thongs, once shone in rainbow hues of satin slippers and silken hose. A sun- bonnet for the tiara of osprey plumes ; a dress spun and woven by her own hand out of her own flax, instead of the stiff brocade ; log hut for manor-house ; one negro boy instead of troops of servants : to have possessed all that, to have been brought down to all this, and not to have been ruined by it, never to have lost 36 ■ f* t her past, The gen- now, as he ternoon in its place, IS, the lock riven amid arc! toiling once used !, sensitive packs tied n rainbow i. A sun- ;s ; a dress out of her 2 ; log hut instead of d all that, s, and not have lost T/ie Choir Invisible 27 distinction or been coarsened by coarseness, never to have parted with grace of manner or grace of spirit, or been bent or broken or over- clouded in character and ideals, - it was all this that made her in his eyes a great woman, a great lady. He held her in such reverence that, as he caught the serious look in her eyes at his im- pulsive question, he was sorry he had asked it • the last thing he could ever have thought of domg would have been to intrude upon the privacy of her reflections. " What was I thinking of } " There was a short silence and then she turned to him eagerly, brightly, with an entire change of voice and expression — "But the news from town -you haven't told me the news." "Oh, there is any amount of news'" he cried, glad of a chance to retreat from his'intru- sion. And he began lightly, recklessly • " A bookbinder has opened a shop on Cross street — a capital hand at the business, by the name of Leischman-and he will bind books at the regular market prices in excliangc for 'inen rags, maple sugar, and goose-quills I 28 The CJioir Invisible advise you to keep an eye on your geese, if the major once takes a notion to liave his old Shakespeare and his other volumes, that had their bindings knocked off in crossing the Alleghanies, elegantly rebound. You can tell him also that after a squirrel-hunt in Bourbon County the farmers counted scalps, and they numbered five thousand five hundred and eighty-nine ; so that he is not the only one who has trouble with his corn. And then you can tell him that on the common the other day Nelson Tapp and Willis Tandy had a fearful fight over a land-suit. Now it was Tandy and Tapp ; now it was Tapp and Tandy ; but they went off at last and drowned themselves and the memory of the suit in a bowl of sagamity." " And there is no news for me, I suppose } " •' Oh yes ! I am happy to inform you that at McIUvain's you can now buy the finest Dutch and English letter-paper, gilt, embossed, or marbled." "That is not very important; I have no correspondents." "Well, a saddlery has been opened by two fellows from London, England, and you can now buy Amy a new side-saddle. She needs one." The Choir Invisible 29 "Nor IS that! The major buys the saddles for the family." " Well, then, as I came out on Main Street, I passed some ladies who accused me of being on my way here, and who impressed it upon me that I must tell you of the last displays of women-wear : painted and velvet ribbons, I think they said, and crepe scarfs, and chintzes and nankeens and moreens and sarcenets, and — oh yes! — some muslinette jackets tam- boured with gold and silver. They said we were becoming civilized — that the town would soon be as good as Williamsburg, or Annapolis, or Philadelphia for such things. You see I am like my children: I remember what I don't understand." "I understand what I must not remember! Don't tell me of those things," she added. " They remind me of the past ; they make me think of Virginia. I wear homespun now, and am a Kentuckian." "Well, then, the Indians fired on the Ohio packet-boat near Three Islands and killed — " " Oh ! " she said, with pain and terror, "don't tell me of that, either ! It reminds me of the present." li 1 I !!ii 30 The Choir Invisible "Well, in Holland two thousand cats have been put into the corn-stores, to check the rav- ages of rats and mice," he said, laughing. "What is the news from France? Do be serious ! " "In New York some Frenchmen, seeing their flag insulted by Englishmen who took it down from the liberty-cap, went upstairs to the room of an English officer named Codd, seized his regimental coat and tore it to pieces." "I'm glad of it! It was a very proper action ! " "But, madam, the man Codd was perfectly innocent ! " "No matter! His coat was guilty. They didn't tear him to pieces ; they tore his coat. Are there any new books at the stores.?" "A great many! I have spent part of the last three days in looking over them. You can have new copies of your old favourites, Joseph Andrews, or Roderick Random, or Humphrey Clinker. You can have Goldsmith and Young, and Chesterfield and Addison. There is Don Quixote and Hudibras, Gulliver and Hume, Paley and Butler, Her'^ey and Watts, Lavater and Trenck, Seneca and Greg- i, il The Choir Invisible 31 ory, Nepos and even Aspasia Vindicated — to say nothing of Abelard and Heloise and Thomas a Kempis. All the Voltaires have been sold, however, and the Tom Paines went off at a rattling gait. By the way, while on the subject of books, tell the major that we have raised five hundred dollars toward buy- ing books for the Transylvania Library, and that as soon as my school is out I am to go East as a purchasing committee. What par- ticularly interests me is that I am going to Mount Vernon, to ask a subscription from President Washington. Think of that ! Think of my presenting myself there with my tri- coloured cockade — a Kentucky Jacobin!" "The President may be so occupied with the plots of you Kentucky Jacobins," she said, " that he will not feel much like supplying you with more literature." Then she added, looking at him anxiously, " And so you are goii ^ away } " *' I'm going, and I'm glad I'm going. I have never set eyes on a great man. It makes my heart beat to think of it. I feel as a young Gaul might who was going to Rome to a^k Csesar for gold with which to overthrow him. Seriously, it would be a dreadful thing for the riT"""' '% ^2 The Choir Invisible country if ;i treaty should bo ratified with Knn-. land. There is not a doniocratic society from Boston to Charleston that will not feel cnra<;cd with the I'residcnt. You may be sure that every patriot in Kentucky will be outraged, and that the Governor will denounce it to the House." " There is news from France, then — serious news .^ " "Much, much! The National Convention has agreed to carry into full effect the treaty of commerce between the two Republics, and the French and American flags have been uniteii and suspended in the hall. The Dutch have declared the sovereignty of the French, and French and Dutch patriots have taken St. Martin's. The P:nglish have declared war against the Dutch and granted letters of marque and reprisals. There has been a complete change in the Spanish Ministry. There has been a treaty made between France and the Grand Duke of Tuscany. The French fleet is in the West Indies and has taken possession of Guadeloupe. All French emigrants in Swit- zerland have been ordered to remove ten leagues from the borders of France. A hundred and T/ic C/ioiy Invisible 33 ith Kng- ety from enraged lire that )utragecl, it to the - serious rjvention c treaty ics, and 'e been 2 Dutch French, e taken red war marque omplete ere has ind the ;h fleet isession n Swit- leagues ed and fifty thousand Austrians arc hurrying down toward the Rhine, to be reinforced by fifty thousand more." lie had run over these items with the rapid- ity of one who has his eye on the map of the world, noting the shghtcst change in the situa- tion of affairs that could affect Kentucky ; and she listened eagerly like one no less interested. "But the treaty! The treaty! The open navigation of the Mississippi ! " she cried im- patiently. "The last news is that the treaty will cer- tainly be concluded and the open navigation of the Mississippi assured to us forever. The major will load his flatboats, drift down to New Orleans, sell those Spanish fops his tobacco for its weight in gems, buy a mustang to ride home on, and if not robbed and murdered by the land- pirates or the way, come back to you like an enormous bumblebee from a clover-field, his thighs literally packed with gold." "I am so glad, so glad, so glad I " He drew from his pockets a roll. " Here are papers for two months back. And now I've something else to tell you. That is one of the things I came for." Mi: ' ! t 1 34 T/iff Clioiy Invisible As he said this, his manner, hitherto full of humour and vivacity, turned grave, and his voice sinkmg to a lower tone, became charged with sweetness. It was the voice in which one re- fined and sincere soul confides to another refined and sincere soul the secret of some new happi- ness that has come to it. But noticing the negro lad, who had paused in his work several paces off and stood watchino- them, he said to her : ^ " May I have a drink > " She turned to the negro : "Go to the spring-house and bring some water." The lad moved away, smiling to himself and shaking his head. "He has broken all my pitchers," she added " To-day I had to send my last roll of linen to town by Amy to buy more queen's-ware. The moss will grow on the bucket before he gets back." ^ When the boy was out of hearing, she turned again to him : "What is it.? Tell me quickly." "I have had news from Philadelphia. The case is at last decided in favour of the heirs, and The Choir Invisible 35 p« I come at once into possession of my share. It may be eight or ten thousand dollars." His voice trembled a little despite himself. She took his hands in hers with a warm, close pressure, and tears of joy sprang to her eyes. The whole of his bare, bleak life was known to her; its half-starved beginning; its early merciless buffeting; the upheaval of vast cir- cumstance in the revolutionary history of the times by which he had again and again been thrown back upon his own undefended strength; and stealthily following him from place to place, always closing around him, always seeking to strangle him, or to poison him in some vital spot, that most silent, subtle serpent of life — Poverty. Knowing this, and knowing also the man he .had become, she would in secret some- times liken him to one of those rare unions of delicacy and hardihood which in the world of wild flowers Nature refuses to bring forth except from the cranny of a cold rock. Its home is the battle-field of black roaring tempests ; the red lightnings play among its roots ; all night seam- less snow-drifts are woven around its heart ; no bee ever rises to it from the valley below where r!it 36 TAc Choir Invisible the green spring is kneeling ; no morning bird ever soars past it with observant song ; b„t i ■ due tnre, with unswerving obedience to a law of beauty unfolding from within, it sets forth .ts perfect leaves and strains its steadfast face toward the sun. These paltry thousands ! She realized that hey would lift from him the burden of debts hat he had assumed, and give him, without further wa,tn,g, the liberty of his powers and the opportunities of the world "God bless you!" she said with trembling Hps. I makes me happier than it does you No one else in the whole world is as glad as 1 Silence fell upon them. Both were thinking, but ,n very different ways -of the changes that would now take place in his life "Do you know." he said at length, looking nto her face with the quietest smile, "that i^ this lawsuit had gone against me it would have been the first great defeat of my life > Sorely as I have struggled, I have yet to encounter that common myth of weak men, an insurmount- able barrier. The imperfection of our lives - what >s it but the imperfection of our planning The Choir Invisible 37 % ing bird 1 ; but i/ 1 a law ■'^ ts forth ast face ed that f debts without Jrs and mbling ' -s you. 3 1 d as 1 nking, langes >okinir hat if have )orely unter ount- ^^m es — ' -'^I^^^B ming 'mm and doing ? Shattered ideals— what hand shat- ters them but one's own? I declare to you at this moment, standing here in the clear light of my own past, that I firmly believe I shall '•e what I will, that I shall have what 1 want, and that I shall now go on rearing the struct- ure of my life, to the last detail, just as I have long planned it." She did not answer, but stood looking at him with a new pity in her eyes. After all, was he so young, so untaught by the world.? Had a little prosperity already puffed him up.? "There will be this difference, of course," he added. " Hitherto I have had to build slowly ; henceforth there will be no delay, now that I am free to lay hold upon the material. But, my dear friend, I cannot bear to think of my life as a structure to be successfully reared without settling at once how it is to be lighted from within. And, therefore, I have come to speak to you about — the lamp." As he said this a solemn beauty flashed out upon his face. As though the outer curtain of his nature had been drawn up, she now gazed into the depths and confidences. Her head dropped quickly on her bosom; il I 11 38 The Choir Invisible and she drew slightly back, as though to escape pain or danger. "You must know how long I have loved Amy," he continued in a tone of calmness. " I have not spoken sooner, because the circum- stances of my life made it necessary for me to wait ; and now I wish to ask her to become my wife, and I am here to beg your consent first." For some time she did not answer. The slip of an elm grew beside the picket fence, and she stood passing her fingers over the topmost leaves, with her head lowered so that lie could not see her face. At length she said in a voice he could hardly hear: "I have feared for a long time that this would come; but I have never been a:)le to get ready for it, and I am not ready now." Neither spoke for some time longer; only his expression changed, and he looked over at her with a compassionate, amused gravity, as though he meant to be very patient with her opposition. On her part, she was thinking - Is It possible that the first use he will make of his new liberty is to forge the chain of a new slavery.? Is this some weak spc^t now to be fully revealed in his character? Is this the The Choir Invisible 39 drain in the bottom of the lake that will in the end bring its high, clear level down to mud and stagnant shallows and a swarm of stinging insects ? At last she spoke, but with difficulty : *'I have known for a year that you were interested in Amy. You could not have been here so much without our seeing that. But let me ask you one question : Have you ever thought that I wished v u to marry her.?" "I have always 1 acid m you an unmasked enemy," he replied, smiling. "Then I can go on," she said. "But I feel as though never in my life have I done a thing that is as near being familiar and unwomanly. Nevertheless, for your sake — for hers— for ours —it is my plain, hard duty to ask you whether you are sure — even if you should have her con- sent—that my niece is the woman you ougiit to marry." And she lifted to him her clear, calm eyes, prematurely old in the experience of life. " I am sure," he answered with the readiness of one who has foreseen the question. The negro boy approached with a bucket of cold crystal water, and he drank a big gourd full of it gratefully. 40 The Choir Invisible "You can go and kindle the fire in the kitchen," she said to the negro. " It is nearly time to be getting supper. I will be in bv and by." ^ "You have been with her so much!" she continued to Gray after another interval of em- barrassment. "And you know, or you ought to know, her disposition, her tastes, her ways and views of life. Is she the companion you need now } will always need } " " I have been much with her," he replied, tak- ing up her words with humorous gravity. " But I have never studied her as I have studied law. I have never cross-examined her for a witness, or p. osecuted her as an attorney, or pronounced sen- tence on her as a judge. I am her advocate - and I am ready to defend her now— even to vou » " "John! — " ' "I love her — that is all there is of it!" "Suppose you wait a little longer" " I have waited too long already from neces- sity." It was on his lijis to add : - 1 have gone too far with her; it is too late to retreat ; " but he checked himself. "If I should feel, then, that I must withhold my consent ? " The Choir Invisible 41 -I I I He grew serious, and after the silence of a few moments, he said with great respect : "I should be sorry; but — " and then he forbore. " If Major Falconer should withhold his ? " He shook his head, and set his lips, turning his face away through courtesy. "It would make no difference! Nothitig would make any difference ! " and then another silence followed. " I suppose all this would be considered the proof that you loved her," she began at length, despairingly, "but even love is not enough to begin with ; much less is it enough to live by." "You don't appreciate her! You don't do her justice ! " he cried rudely. " But perhaps no woman can ever understand -vhy a man loves any other woman!" " I am not thinking of why you love my niece," she replied, with a curl of pride in her nostril and a flash of anger in her eyes. "I am thinking of why you will cease to love her, and why you will both be unhappy if you marry her. It is not my duty to analyze your affections ; it is my duty to take care of her welfare." i 42 The Choir Invisible 11 "My dear friend," he cried, his face aglow with impatient enthusiasm — "my dear friend," and he suddenly lifted her hand to his lips, " I have but one anxiety in this whole matter: will you cease to be my friend if I act in op- position to your wishes?" " Should I cease to be your friend because you had made a mistake ? It is not to 7He you are unkind," she answered, quickly withdraw- ing her hand. Spots of the palest rose ap- peared on her cheeks, and she bent over and picked up the rake, and began to work. "I must be going," he said awkwardly; "it is getting late." "Yes," she said; "it is getting late." Still he lingered, swinging his hat in his hand, ill at ease, with his face set hard away. " Is that all you have to say to me .? " he asked at length, wheeling and looking her steadily and fondly in the eyes. "That is all," she replied, controlling the quiver in her voice; but then letting herself go a little, she added with slow distinctness : "You might remember this: some women in marrying demand all and give all : with good men they are the happy ; with base men they The Choir Invisible 43 <« i'« are the broken-hearted. Some demand every- thing and give little : with weak men they are tyrants : with strong men they are the divorced. Some demand little and give all : with con- genial souls they are already in heaven ; with uncongenial they are soon in heir graves. Some p-- ^ Httle and demand little: they are the he. i.' ;.s, and they bring neither the joy of life nor the peace of death." "And which of these is Amy.?" he said, aftei a minute of reflection. " And which of the mei am I > " " Don't ask her to marry you until you find out both," she answered. She watched him as he strode away from her across the clearing, with a look in her eyes that she knew nothing of — watched him, motionless, until his tall, black figure passed from sight behind the green sunlit wall of the wilderness. What undisciplined, un- awakened strength there was in him ! how far such a stride as that would carry him on in life! It was like the tread of one of his own forefathers in Cromwell's unconquerable, hymn- singing armies. She loved to think of him as holding his descent from a line so pious and so 44 The Choir Invisible grim : it served to account to her for the quality of stern, spiritual soldiership that still seemed to be the mastering trait of his nature. How long would it remain so, was the question that she had often asked of herself. A fi.rhter in the world he would always be — she felt sure of that ; nor was it necessary to look into his past to obtain this assurance; one had but to look into his eyes. Moreover, she had little doubt that with a temper so steadily bent on conflict, he would never suffer defeat where his own utmost strength was all that was needed to conquer. But as he grew older, and the world in part conquered him as it conquers so many of us, would he go into his later battles as he had entered his earlier ones — to the measure of a sacred chant.? Beneath the sweat and wounds of all his victories would he carry the white lustre of conscience, burning untarnished in him to the end } It was this religious purity of his nature and his life, resting upon him as a mantle visible to all eyes but invisible to him, that had, as she believed, attracted her to him so powerfully. On that uncouth border of Western civilization, to which they had both been cast, he was a little The Choir Invisible 45 lonely in his way, she in hers ; and this fact had drawn them somewhal together. He was a scholar, she a reader ; that too had formed a bond. He had been much at their home as lover of her niece, and this intimacy had given her a good chance to take his wearing measure as a man. But over and above all other things, it was the effect of the unfallen in him, of the highest keeping itself above assault, of his first youth never yet brushed away as a bloom, that constituted to h-r his distinction among the men that she had known. It served to place him in contrast with the colonial Virginia society of her remembrance — a society in which even the minds of the clergy were not like a lawn scentless with the dew on it, but like a lawn parched by the afternoon sun and full of hot odours. It kept him aloof from the loose ways of the young backwoodsmen and aristocrats of the town, with whom otherwise he closely mingled. It gave her the right, she thought, to indulge a friendship for him such as she had never felt for any other man ; and in this friendship it made it easier for her to overlook a great deal that was rude in him, headstrong, overbearing. i n 46 The Choir Invisible When, this afternoon, he had asked her what she was thinking of when he surprised her with his visit, she had not replied : she could not have avowed even to herself that she was think- ing of such things as these: that having, for some years, drawn out a hard, dull life in that settlement of pathfinders, trappers, wood- choppers, hunters, Indian fighters, surveyors; havmg afterwards, with little interest, watched them, one by one, as the earliest types of civilization followed,— the merchant, the law- yer, the priest, the preacher of the Gospel, the soldiers and officers of the Revolution, -at last through all the wilderness, as it now fondly seemed to her, she saw shining the white light of his long absent figure, bringing a new melody to the woods, a new meaning to her life, and putting an end to all her desire ever to return to the old society beyond the mountains. His figure passed out of sight, and she turned and walked sorrowfully to the cabin, from the low rugged chimney of which a pale blue smoke now rose into the twilight air. She chid her- self that she had confronted the declaration of his purpose to marry her niece with so little spirit, such faulty tact. She had long -■t The Choir Invisible A7 known that he would ask this; she had long gotten ready what she would say; but in the struggle between their wills, she had been un- accountably embarrassed, she had blundered, and he had left rather strengthened than weak- ened in his determination. But she must prevent the marriage ; her mind was more resolute than ever as to that. Slowly she reached the doorstep of the cabin, a roughly h^wn log, and turning, stood there with her bonnet in her hand, her white figure outlined before the doorway, slender and still. The sun had set. Night was rushing on over the awful land. The wolf-dog, in his kennel behind the house, rose, shook himself at his chain, and uttered a long howl that reached away to the dark woods — the darker for the vast pulsing yellow light that waved behind them in the west like a gorgeous soft aerial fan. As the echoes died out from the peach orchard came the song of a robin, calling for love and rest. Then from another direction across the clear- ing another sound reached her: the careless whistle of the major, returning from his day's work in the field. When slie heard that, her 48 The Choir Invisible I \ face took on the expression that a woman some- times comes to wear when she has accepted what life has brought her although it has brought her nothing for which she cares ; and her lips opened with an unconscious sigh of weariness — the weariness that has been gathering weari- ness for years and that runs on in weariness through the future. Later, she was kneeling before the red logs of the fireplace with one hand shielding her delicate face from the blistering heat; in the other holding the shingle on which richly made and carefully shaped was the bread of Indian maize that he liked. She did not rise until she had placed it where it would be perfectly browned; otherwise he would have been dis- appointed and the evening would have been spoiled. I IV John Gray did not return to town by his straight course through the forest, but followed the winding wagon-road at a slow, meditative gait. He was always thoughtful after he had been with Mrs. Falconer; he was unusually thoughtful now; and the gathering hush of night, the holy expectancy of stars, a flock of white clouds lying at rest low on the green sky like sheep in some far uplifted meadow, the freshness of the woods soon to be hung with dew, —all these melted into his mood as notes from many instruments blend in the ear. But he was soon aroused in an unexpected way. When he reached the place where the wagon-road passed out into the broader public road leading from Lexington to Frankfort, he came near stumbling over a large, loose bundle, tied in a blue and white neckerchief. Plainly it had been lost and plainly it was his duty to discover if possible to whom it B 49 50 The Choir Invisible 5 i n u !'t * ri IS belonged. He carried it to one side of the road and began to examine its contents: a wide, white lace tucker, two fine cambric handker- chiefs, two pairs of India cotton hose, two pairs of silk hose, two thin muslin handkerchiefs, a pair of long kid gloves, —straw colour, —a pair of white kid shoes, a pale-blue silk coat, a thin, white striped muslin dress. The articles were not marked. Whose could they be? Not Amy's: Mrs. Falconer had expressly said that the major was to bring her finery to town in the gig the next day. They n:,ight have been dropped by some girl or by some family servant, riding into town ; he knew several young ladies, to any one of whom they might belong. He would inquire in the morn- ing ; and meantime, he would leave the bundle at the office of the printer, where lost articles were commonly kept until they could be advertised in the paper, and called for by their owners. He replaced the things, and carefully retied the ends of the kerchief. It was dark when he reached town, and he went straight to his room and locked the bundle in his closet. Then he hurried to his tavern, where his supper had to be especially cooked for him, it being I The Choir Invisible 51 past the early hour of the pioneer evening meal. While he sat out under the tree at the door, waiting and im-atiently thinking that he would go to see Amy as soon as he could despatch it, the tavern-keeper came out to say that some memhers of tlie Democratic Society had been looking for him. Later on, these returned. A meeting of the Society had been called for that night, to consider news brought by the post- rider the day previous and to prepare advices for the Philadeli)hia Society against the post- rider's return : as secretary, he was wanted at the proceedings. He begged hard to be ex- cused, but he was the scholar, the scribe; no one would take his place. When the meeting ended, the hour was past for seeing Amy. He went to his room and read law with flickering concentration of mind till near midnight. Then he snuffed out his candle, undressed, and stretched himself along the edge of his bed. It was hard and coarse. The room itself was the single one that formed the ruder sort of pioneer cabin. The floor was the earth itself, covered here and there with the skins of wild animals; the walls but logs, poorly S3 The Choir Invisible pastercl From a row of pet;s driven into one of these hung his clothes -not many. The antlers of a stag over the doorway held his nfle, his hunting-belt, and his hat. A swin-r. •ng shelf di,splaye,l a few books, being eagerPy added to as he eouW bitterly uff„rd it -with a copy of Paley, lent by the Reverend Jumes Moore, the dreamy, saintlike, flntcplaying Episcopal parson of the town. In the middle of the room a round table of his own vigorous carpentry stood on a panther skin ; and on this lay some copy books in which he had just set new copies for his children ; a handful of goose- qudls to be fashioned into pens for them ; the proceedings of the Democratic Society, freshly added to this evening ; copies of the K>,uucky C«^.«. containing essays by the political leaders of the day on the separation of Kentucky from he Union and the opening of the Mississippi to Its growing commerce -among them some of his own, stately and academic, signed "Cato the Vounger •■ Lying open on the table lay his iiible; after law, he always read a little in that- and to-night he had reread one of his favourite' chapters of St. Paul : that wherein the great calm, victorious soldier of the spirit surveys the i. 1^ The Choir Invisible 53 history of his trials, imprisonments, beatings. In one corner was set a three-cornered cup- board containing his r adcrv. r /^r, his new cos- sack boots, and a few precious things that had been his mother's : her ?-acur and saucer, her prayer-book. It was in tl.s closet that he had put the lost bundle. He had hardly stretched himself along the edge of his bed before he began to think of this. Every complete man embraces some of the qualities of a woman, for Nature does not mean that sex shall be more than a partial separation of one common humanity ; otherwise we should be too much divided to be companionable. And it is these womanly qualities that not only endow a man with his insight into the other sex, but that enable him to bestow a certain feminine supervision upon his own affairs when no actual female has them in charge. If he marries, this inner helpmeet behaves in unlike ways toward the newly reign- mg usurper; sometimes giving up peaceably, at others remaining her life-long critic — reluc- tant but irremovable. If many a wife did but realize that she is perpetually observed not only 54 The Choir Invisible by the eyes of a pardoning husband but by the eyes of another woman hidden away in the depths of his being, she would do many things differently and not do some things at all. The invisible slip of a woman in Gray now began to question him regarding the bundle. Would not those delicate, beautiful things be rumed, thus put away in his closet .? He got up, took the bundle out, laid it on his table untied the kerchief, lifted carefully off the white muslin dress and the blue silk coat, and started with them toward two empty pegs on the wall. He never closed the door of his cabin if the night was rine. It stood open now and a light wind blew the soft fabrics against his body and limbs, so that they seemed to fold themselves about him, to cling to him. He disengaged them reluctantly — apolo-eti- cally. * Then he lay down agiin. But now the dress on the wall fascinated him. The moonlight bathed it, the wind swayed it. This was the hrst time t at a woman's garments had ever hung in his room. He welcomed the mere accident of their presence as though it pos- sessed a forerunning intdligence, as though it S» i The Choir hivisible 55 were the annunciation of his approaching change of life. And so laughing to h-n- self, and under the spell of a growing fancy, he got up again and took the little white- shoes and set them on the table in the moon- light—on the open Bible and the speecn of St. Paul — and then went back, and lay looking at them and dreaming — looking at them and dreaming. His thoughts passed meantime like a shining flock of white doves to Amy, hovering about her. They stole onward to the time when she would be his wife; when lying thus, he would wake in the night and see her dress on the wall and feel her head on his bosom ; when her little ..hoes might stand on his open Bible, if they chose, and the satin instep of her bare foot be folded in the hard hollow of his. He uttered a deep, voiceless, impassioned outcry that she might not die young nor he die young ; that the struggles and hardships of life, now seeming to be ended, might never begirt him or her so closely again ; that they might grow peacefully old together. To-morrow then, he would see her; no, not to-morrow ; it was long past midnight now. 56 The Choir Invisible He got clown on his bare knees beside the bed with his face buried in his hands and said his prayers. And then lying outstretched with his head resting on his folded hands, the moonlioht streaming through the window and lighting up his dark-red curls and falling on his face and neck and chest, the cool south wind blowing down his warm limbs, his eyes opening and closing in religious purity on the dress, and his mind opening and closing on the visions of his future, he fell asleep. ■ I \\ When he awoke late, he stretched his big- arms drowsily out before his face with a gesture Hke that of a swimmer parting the water : he was in truth making his way out of a fathom- less, moonlit sea of dreams to the shores of reality. Broad daylight startled him with its sheer blinding revelation of the material world, as the foot of a swimmer, long used to the yielding pavements of the ocean, touches with surprise the first rock and sand. He sprang up, bathed, dressed, ar.d stepped out into the crystalline freshness of the morn- ing. He was glowing with his exercise, at peace with himself ana with all men, and so strong in the exuberance of his manhood that he felt he could have leaped over into the east, shouldered the sun, and run gaily, impatiently, with it up the sky. How could he wait to see Amy until it went up its long slow way and then down again to its setting.? A powerful 57 58 The Choir hivisible young hon may some time have appeared thus at daybreak on the edge of a jungle and moas- ured the stretches of sand to be crossed before he could reach an oasis where memory told him was the lurking-place of love It was still early The f.-.- ■ ,oke curled upward from the chimneys of the town • the melodious tinkle of hells reached his ear as the cows passed from fae milking to the outlying ranges deep in their wild verdure. Even as he stood surveying the scene, along the path which ran close to his cabin came a bare-headed, nut- brown pioneer girl, whose close-fitting dress of white homespun revealed the rounded outlines of her figure. She had gathered up the skirt which was short, to keep it from the tops of the we weeds. Her bare, beautiful feet were pink with the cold dew. Forgotten, her slow fat cows had passed on far ahead ; for at her side, wooing her with drooping lashes while the earth ■ was still flushed with the morn, strolled a voung Indian fighter, swarthy, lean tall, wild' His long thigh boots of thin deer-hide, open at the h.ps, were ornamented with a scarlet fringe and rattled musically with the hoofs of fawns and the spurs of the wild turkey; his gray rac r-f The Choir Invisible 59 coon-skin cap was adorned with the wings of the hawk and the scarlet tanager. The magnificent young warrior lifted his cap to the schoolmaster with a quiet laugh ; and the girl smiled at him and shook a warning finger to remind him he was not to betray them. He smiled back with a deprecating gesture to sig- nify that he could be trusted. He would have liked it better if he could have said more plainly that he too had the same occupation now ; and as he gazed after them, lingering along the path side by side, the long-stifled cravings of his heart rose to his unworldly, passionate eyes : he all but wished that Amy also milked the cows at early morning and drove them out to pasture. When he went to his breakfast at the tavern, one of the young Williamsburg aristocrats was already there, pretending to eat ; and hovering about the table, brisk to appease his demands, the daughter of the taverner : she as ruddy as a hollyhock and gaily flaunting her head from side to side with the pleasure of denying him everything but his food, yet meaning to kiss him when twilight came — once, and then to run. Truly, it seemed that this day was to be ii s I ij' 60 The Choir Invisibic given up to much pairing: as he thought it rightly should be and that wiH^out delay. When he took his seat in the school-roo.^i and iooked out upon the children, they had never seemed so »?r,all, so pitiful. It struck him that Nature is cruel not to fit us for love and marriage as soon as we are born — crutd to make us wait twenty or thirty years before she lets us really begin to live. He looked v.ith eyes more full of pity than usual at blear-eyed, delicate little Jennie, as to whom he could never tell whether it was th- multiplication-table that made her deathly sick, or sickness that kept her from multiplying. His eye lit upon a wee, chubby-cheeked urchin on the end of a high, hard bench, and he fell to counting how many ages must pass before that unsuspicious grub would grow his palpitating wings of flame. He felt like making them a little speech and telling them how happy he was, and how happy they would all be when they got old enough to deserve it. And as for the lessons that day, what dif <;r. ence could it r. /:e whether ideas spr. ^X<-: m did not sprout those useless brain .tie answered all the hard questions himself ; >„.ad. ■rl The Choir Invisible 6i 1 ought it !t (leiay. 'oon; and ad never uck him love and cruel to sforc she ced v/ith ear-eytd, lid never ible that lat kept n a wee, a high, >w many 'US grub ne. He i telling py they )ugh to t dif -. i ' -lie 1 ; ri/id, indeed, so sunny and exhilarating was the weather of his discipline that little Jennie, see- ing how the rays fell and the wind lay, gave up the multiplication-table altogether and fell to drawing tomahawks. A remarkable mixture of human life there was in Gray's school. There were the native little Kentuckians, born in the wilderness — the first wild, hardy generation of the new people ; and there were little folks from Virginia, from Ten- nessee, from North Carolina, and from Pennsyl- vania and other sources, huddled together, some uncouth, some gentle-born, and all starting out to be formed into the men and women of Kentucky. They had their strange, sad, heroic games and pastimes under his guidance. Two little girls would be driving the cows home about dusk; three little boys would play Indian and capture them and carry them off ; the husbands of the little girls would form a party to the rescue ; the prisoners would drop pieces of their dresses along the way; and then at a certain point of the woods — it being the dead of night now and the little girls being bound 62 The Choir Invtubie I ? w to a tree and the Indians having fallen asleep beside then- smouldering campfires-the res cuers would rush in and there would be whoops and shrieks and the taking of scalps and a happy return. Or some settlers would be shut up m their fort. The only water to be had was from a spring outside the walls, and around this the enemy skulked in the corn and grass. But their husbands and sweet- hearts must not perish of thirst. So, with a prayer, a tear, a final embrace, the little women marched out through th« gates to the spring in the very teeth of death and brought back water in their wooden dinner-buckets. Or. when the boys would become men with contests of running and pitching quoits and wresthng, the girls would play wives and have a quiltmg in a house of green alder-bushes, or be capped and wrinkled grandmothers sitting beside imaginary spinning-wheels and smoking imaginary pipes. Sometimes it was not Indian warfare but civil strife. One morning as many as three Daniel Boones appeared on the playground at the same moment ; and at once there was a dreadful fight to ascertain which was the genu- '-■.1 il The Choir Invisible 63 ine Daniel. This being decided, the spurious Daniels submitted to be : the one, Simon Kenton ; the other, General George Rogers Clark. And there was another game of history — more practical in its bearings — which he had not taught them, but which they had taught him ; they had played it with him that very morning. When he had stepped across the open to the school, he found that the older boys, having formed themselves into a garrison for the defence of the smaller boys and girls, had barricaded the door and barred and manned the wooden win- dows : the school-house had suddenly become a frontier station ; they were the pioneers ; he was the invading Indians — let him attack them if he dared ! He did dare and that at once ; for he knew that otherwise there would be no school that day or as long as the white race on the inside remained unconquered. So had ensued a rough-and-tumble scrimmage for fifteen minutes, during which the babies within wailed aloud with real terror of the battle, and he received some real knocks and whacks and punches through the loop-holes of the stockade ; Si. : isl u y. «: !■! 64 77/tf (7w/> Invisible the end being arrived at wl.n ihe school.house door, by a terrible wrench from the outside, was torn entirely off its wooden hinges ; and the victo-y being attributed -as an Indian victory always was in those days -to the overwhelming numbers of the enemy. With such an opening of the day, the aca- demic influence over childhood may soon be re- stored to forcible supremacy but will awaken little zest. Gray was glad therefore on all ac- counts that this happened to be the day on which he had promised to tell them of the battle of the Blue Licks. Thirteen years be- fore and forty miles away that most dread- ful of all massacres had take , place; and in the town were nany -.othei who still wept for their sons, many widows who still dreamed of their young hu.l^.nds, fallen that bea -fiful fatal August day beneath the oaks and the cedars, or floating down the reu-dyed river All the morning he could e the expectation of this story in their face a ir of distant, clearest eyes would be fuiuvely lifted to his .:nen quickly dropped; or another paiV more steadily directed at him through the backwoods loop-hole of two stockade fingers. The Choir Invisible 65 4 At noon, then, having dismissed the smaller ones for their big recess, he was standing amid the eager upturned faces of the others — bare- headed under the brilliant sky of May. He had chosen the bank of the Town Fork, where it crossed the common, as a place in which he should be freest from interruption and best able to make his description of the battle-field well understood. This stream flows unseen 'leneath the streets of the city now with scarce current enough to wash out its grimy channel ; bn then it flashed broad and clear through the long va^^ey of scattered cabins and orchards and coi -Ids and patches of cane. It was a hazardous experiment with the rough jewels of those little minds. They were still rather like diamonds rolling about on the bot- tom of barbarian rivers than steadily set and mounted for the uses of civilization. He fixed his eye upon a lad in his fifteenth year, the commandant of the fort of the morn- ing, who now stood at the water edge, watch- ing him with breathless attention. A brave, sunny face; — a big shag;2:y head holding a mind in it as clear as a sphere of rock-crystal ; already heated with vast ambition — a leader in the It' ll I h <: 66 The Choir- [nvisible \%' n! ■school afterwards to be a leader in the nation — Kichard Johnson. " Listen ! " he cried ; and when he spoke in that tone he reduced everything turbulent to peace, "I have brought you here to tell you of the battle of the Blue Licks not because it was the last time, as you know, that an Indian army ever invaded Kentucky; not because a hundred years from now or a thousand years from now other school-boys and other teachers will be talking of it still ; not because the Kcn- tuck.ans will some day assemble on the field and set up a monument to their forefathers, your fathers and brothers ; but because there is a les- son m ,t for you to learn now while you are children. A few years more and some of you boys will be old enough to fight for Kentucky or for your country. Some of you will be com- mon soldiers who will have to obey the orders of your generals ; some of you may be generals with soldiers under you at the mercy of your commands. It may be worth your own lives It may save the lives of your soldiens. to heed this lesson now and to remember it then And all of you -whether you go into battles of that sort or not- will have others; for t^ - world 41 i^i The Choir Invisible 67 has many kinds of fighting to be done in it and each of you will have to do his sh;ire. And whatever that share may be, you will need the same character, the same virtues, to encounter it victorious ; for all battles arc won in the same way, all conquerors are alike. This lesson, then, will help each of you to win, none of you to lose. "Do you know what it was that brought about the awful massacre of the Blue Licks } It was the folly of one officer. " Let the creek here be the Licking River. The Kentuckians, some on foot and some on horse, but all tired and disordered and hurrying along, had just reached the bank. Over on the other side — some distance back — the Indians were hiding in the woods and waiting. No one knew exactly where they were ; every one knew they counted from seven hundred to a thousand. The Kentuckians were a hundred and eighty- two. There was Boone with the famous Boons- borough men, the very nn.ne of whom was a terror; there was Trigg with men just as good from Harrodsburg ; there was Todd, as good as either, with the men from Lexington. More than a fourth of the whole were commissioned '■''% I iii V !i, ilJi «i 68 T/ie Choir [nvisible officers, and more fearless men never faced an enemy. There was but one among them whose courage had ever been doubted, and do you know what that man did ? "After the Kentuckians had crossed the river to attack, been overpowered, forced back to the nver again, and were being shot down or cut down m the water like helpless cattle, that man -his name was Benjamin Netherland- d.J th,s : He was finely mounted. He had qu.ckly recrossed the river and had before ^.m the open buffalo trace leading back home. About twenty other men had crossed as quickly as he and were urging their horses toward h.s road. But Netherland, having reached oward the front of the battle, shouted and r^l.ed the others, and sitting there in full V ew and ea.sy reach of the Indian army across the narrow r.ver, poured his volley into the fore- tie V '^V-"'""""' "'"' ^'"^ "'""« down he kentuckmns in the river. He covered the.r retreat. He saved their lives "There was another soldier among them named Aaron Reynolds. He had had . quar- rel some days before with Colonel Patterson The Choir Invisible 09 and there was bad blood between them. Dur- ing the retreat, he was galloping toward the ford. The Indians were close behind. But as he ran, he came upon Colonel Patterson, who had been wounded and, now exhausted, had fallen behind his comrades. Reynolds sprang from his horse, helped the officer to mount, saw him escape, and took his poor chance on foot. For this he fell into the hands of the Indians. " That is the kind of men of whom that little army of a hundred and eighty-two was made up — the oak forest of Kentucky. "And yet, when they had reached the river in this pursuit and some twenty ot the officers had come out before the ranks to hold a council of war and the wisest and the oldest were urging caution or delay, one of them — McGary — suddenly waved his hat in the air, spurred his horse into the river, and shouted : " ' Let all who are not cowards follow me f ' "They all followed; and then followed also the shame of defeat, the awful massacre, the sorrow that lasts among us still, and the loss to Kentucky of many a gallant young life that had helped to shape her destiny in the nation. " Some day perhaps some historian will write i ? ■ i .i 70 The Choir Invisible ■such taut " n ""°"' ''"" ^™'^ »d"- ■ f "'■ '^o ""' believe him. No man mong them even thought of t,,e uut- tney were too loyal to desert hi,n and those who went with him in his folly Your f, a ways stood together and fought toIettT: one man, or Kentucky would never have bee,^ <^0"q»ered ; and in no battle of -,11 T ^'- they ever fought did ^.^ f TeaTr comrade ,0 perish because he had nal m.stake or was in the wron.. ' of Ze lick:" n7°"'' '"^'^' '^''™ '■'^ •''^'"e show thaV™ 'afe ro?" '"'" " '^"'^ ""^'^ '" you are not a coward • that c^i jfo^u shows what a coward y.u are "^ •■Do not misunderstand me ! whether you be men o, women, you will never do anything i„ the world without courac^e It , ^ q"a,ityofthcmi„d--„e:ttoho„ i~: '-g- B"t the king must always I '„ cause. Many a good king has plished ,n a\ad one; and th,s noblest virtue of courage hL ner haps ru>„ed more of us than any oth^r th' possess. V„„ know What chLctl^hr:: The Choir Invisible 1 McGary i endure No man aunt ; it because ^d those ' fathers ether as ve been e many leave a nade a - battle ; -rely to J f itself 1 rou be 4'^H ing in ^}^B •eatest 1 s your 9 good 3 a bad m s per- '^'^^hI 3t we 9 s old 9 H kings used always to have at their courts. I have told you a great deal about him. It was the Fool. Do you know what personage it is that Courage, the King, is so apt to have in the Court of the Mind .? It is the Fool also. Lay these words away; you will understand them better when you are older and you will need to un- derstand them very well. Then also you will know what I mean when I say to you this morn- ing that the battle of the Blue Licks was the work of the Fool, jesting with the King." He had gone to the field himself one Sat- urday not long before, walking thoughtfully over it. He had had with him two of the Lexington militia who, in the battle, had been near poor Todd, their colonel, while fighting like a Hon to the last and bleeding from many wounds. The recollection of it all was very clear now, very poignant: the bright wind- ing river, there broadening at its ford; the wild and lonely aspect of the country round about. On the farther bank the long lofty ridge of rock, trodden and licked bare of vege- tation for ages by the countless passing buffalo ; blackened by rain and sun ; only the more deso- late for a few dwarfish cedars and other timber The Choir Invisible scant and dreary to the ev^ xr^ • i- u;ii • ^ ^ ^y^- iincircline- thi, '""". "^ "^^ ^°"'^ - '» ™- press them with another lesson- that i„ fi, battles which would be sure tn . ^ thev mu,t h. , '" ^™" 'hem, father, ""■"'^ ''y *'' "^"or of thei ent e::;:: '^^-^^ --*asty or over-conf,: tHc common, and nnci-.;.,^. u ^ -> through the drc"e of 1- ^ "'^ "^ '" '"" B circle of his listeners, handed him \% ,:' irding this orseshoe, a with grass disorderly less to the rock; the engirdling leri death, lagination own pale, ^ce of an s fingers nd strike n to im- ; in the it them, of their 'er-con fi- ling the ;*ead, or It nieas- ' doing ' across to him 2d him T//e CJioir Invisible 73 a note. He read it, and in an instant the great battle, hills, river, horse, rider, shrieks, groans, all vanished from his mind as silently as a puff of white smoke from a distant cannon. For a while he stood with his eyes fixed upon the paper, so absorbed as not to note the surprise that had fallen upon the children. Al length merely saying " I shall have to tell you the rest some other day," he walked rapidly across the common in the direction f'\.m which the little messenger had come. A few minutes later he stood at the door of Father Poythress, the Methodist minister, ask- ing for Amy. But she and Kitty had ridden away and would not return till night. Leaving word that he would come to see her in the ',v:en- ing, he turned away. The children were scattered : there could be no more of the battle that day. But it was half an hour yet before his duties would recommence at the school. As he walked slowly along de- bating with himself how he should employ the time, a thought struck him ; he hastened to the office of one of many agents for the locating and .selling of Kentucky lands, and spent the mtervai in determining the titles to several ;( 74 II ! III T//e Choir luvisibh- tracts near town -an intricate matter in those times. But he found one farm, the part of an older military grant of the French and Indian wars, to which the title was unmistak- ably direct. As soon as his school was out, he went to look at this property again, now that he was thinking of buying it. He knew it very well already, his walks having often brought him into Its deep majestic woods ; and he penetrated at once to an open knoll sloping toward the west and threw himself down on the deep green turf with the freedom of ownership 'fS ';< I * in those ^ part of iJiich and mmistak- went to he was ■ery well ^"ht him netrated .'ard the •p green VI Yes, this property would suit him ; it would suit Amy. It was near town ; it was not far from Major Falconer's. He could build his house on the hill-top where he was lying. At the foot of it, out of its limestone caverns, swelled a bountiful spring. As he listened he could hear the water of the branch that ran winding away from it toward the Elkhorn. That would be a pleasant sound when he sat with her in their doorway of summer evenings. On that southern slope he would plant his peach orchard, and he would have a vineyard. On this side Amy could have her garden, have her flowers. Sloping down from the front of the house to the branch would be their lawn, after he had cleared away everything but a few of the noblest old trees : under one of them, covered with a vine that fell in long green cascades from its summit to the ground, he would arrange a wild-grape swing for her, to 75 I ! I 76 The Choir Invisible I make good the loss of the one she now had at Major Falconer's. Thus, out of one detail after another, he con. structed the whole vision of the future, with the swiftness of desire, the unerring- thoughtfulness of love; and, having transformed the wilderness into his home, he feasted on his banquet of ideas, his rich red wine of hopes and plans. One of the subtlest, most saddening effects of the entire absence of possessions is the inevitable shrinkage of nature that must be undergone by those who have nothing to own When a man, by some misfortune, has sud- denly suffered the loss of his hands, much of the bewilderment and consternation that quickly follow have their origin in the thought that he never again shall be able to grasp To his astonishment, he finds that no small part of his range of mental activity and sense of power was involved in that exercise alone He has not lost merely his hands ; much of his inner being has been stricken into disuse. But the hand itself is only the rudest type of the universal necessity that pervades us to take hold. The body is furnished with two • the mind, the heart, the spirit - who shall The Choir Invisible 77 now had at er, he con- e, with the ghtfiilness wilderness anquet of Dlans. ng effects !is is the must be f to own. has Slid- es, much tion that ? thought asp. To Tiall part sense of )ne. He h of his se. est type es us to ith two; ^ shall if '4. number the invisible, the countless hands of these? All growth, all strength, all uplift, all power to rise in the world and to remain arisen, comes from the myriad hold we have taken upon higher surrounding realities. Some time, wandering in a thinned wood, you may have happened upon an old vine, the seed of which had long ago been dropped and had sprouted in an open spot where there was no timber. Every May, in response to Nature's joyful bidding that it yet shall rise, the vine has loosed the thousand tendrils of its hope, those long, green, delicate fingers searching the empty air. Every December you may see these turned stiff and brown, and wound about themselves like spirals or knotted like the claw of a frozen bird. Year after year the vine has grown only at the head, remaining empty-handed ; and the head itself, not being lifted always higher by any- thing the hands have seized, has but moved hither and thither, back and forth, like the head of a wounded snake in a path. Thus every sum- mer you may see the vine, fallen back and coiled upon itself, and piled up before you like a low green mound, its own tomb ; m winter a j^ ww^* 78 The Choir Invisible black heap, its own ruins. So, it often is with the poorest, who live on at the head, remaining empty-handed ; fallen in and coiled back upon themselves, their own inescapable tombs, their own unavertible ruins. The prospect of having what to him was wealth had instantly bestowed upon John Gray the liberation of his strength. It had untied the han i; of his idle powers ; and the first thing \,v. had reached fiercely out to grasp was Amy .-ai^ share in the possession of women; the second thing was land — his share in the' possession of the earth. With these at the start, the one unshakable under his foot, the other inseparable from his side, he had no doubt that he should rise in the world and lay hold by steady degrees upon all that he should care to have. Naturally now these two blent far on and inseparably in the thoughts of one whose temperament doomed him always to be planning and striving for the future. The last rays of the sun touched the summit of the knoll where he was lying. Its setting was with great majesty and repose, depth after depth of cloud opening inward as toward the presence of the infinite peace. The boughs of ,4 •^ . The Choir Invisible 79 ten is with remaining back upon •mbs, their ' him was John Gray lad untied I the first grasp was f women ; ire in the 50 at the foot, the I had no d and lay he should wo blent ts of one ays to be J summit s setting pth after ivard the •oughs of .1 I r the trees overhead were in blossom ; tb were blue and white wiKl-ttowers at his feet. As he looked about him, he said to himself in his solemn way that the long hard winter of his youth had ended ; the springtime of his man- hood was turning green like the woods. With this night came his betrothal. For years he had looked forward to that as the highest white mountain peak of his life. As he drew near it now, his thoughts made a path- way for his feet, covering it as with a fresh fall of snow. Complete tenderness overcame him as he beheld Amy in this new sacred relation ; a look of religious reverence for her filled his eyes. He asked himself what he had ever done to deserve all this. Perhaps it is the instinctive trait of most of us to seek an explanati -n for any great happi- ness as we are always prone to discuss the causes of our adversity. Accordingly, and in accord with our differing points of view of the universe, we declare of our jov that it is the gift of God to us despite our shortcomings and our transgressions ; or that it is our blind share of things tossed out impersonally to us by the blind operation of the chances of life; or that IMAGE EVALUATION TEST TARGET (MT-3) m // ^ /. i/.JL % ^ 1.0 I.I 1^ il IIIII25 2.0 - ... I" IL25 i 1.4 1.8 1.6 <^ w /2 / ^ > > w m • PhotDgraphic Sciences Corporation 23 WEST MAIN STREET WEBSTER, N.Y. 14580 (716) 872-4503 V qv v» V A \ ^'I%W^^ ^^-^. ^^^ k^ 8o The Choir Invisible l .'' ^^^ ^^^^'-est strictest loo-fc of o. being and cloin^-the n.f , "' ''^^ own grapes. ^ ""'"'"^ ^^"^^^'^ of our Of all thesp fi,« touch, the heart ii';:,;':'."'""'"'"^ *ho alone knows and i, T " ^'"' ="'°™ -'i has sent a ,e If^? "''"• ^"■" '°^- the heavens seem IT '""' " ''^"■'^^^ head, the DCe,rh.''%'"'™^'' ^''-^ his '"^d^andleralo^Hhe '^"<'«^-■- -asterVtbeHf/^''^"- the school, "ante. b,oo T^'t^^^r^"^ 'he Cove- ""•ough his Scotc nfo ht b?'^'"^^^ -<< ■■ounded him also in th^K ^ " " ''="' ="- -■" of the time wh ! "'"^ ^P'"'"^' ""o- the Western wilde:':! 2T ""f^' "'™''^'> and fed as on locusts ut'alw:" ""^''^ "^"'^ eabin, from post to n ^ u ''^ ^ ''■°'" ''abin to ^now and storm tie fone, r^" '"''"-^ and and Preaching^e !„Sf''^""r "' '"« Christ those who had neveTIn!. '"'''""'"^ P^''" to ■^ The Choir Invisible 8l our own :e of our t deeply od above till loves believer ^ove his and re- ^ of his e:ht, the 'd him, school- 2 Cove- rs and d sur- hero- rough s hair 3in to 1 and ■hrist ce to arth. the eternal ; he had threaded the labyrinth of life, evermore awestruck with its immensities and its mysteries ; in his ear, he could plainly hear im- mortality sounding like a muffled bell across a sea, now near, now farther away, according as he was in danger or in safety. Therefore, his sudden prosperity — Amy — marriage — happiness — all these meant to him that Providence was blessing him. In the depth of the wood it had grown dark. With all his thoughts of her sounding like the low notes of a cathedral organ, he rose and walked slowly back to town. He did not care for his supper ; he did not wish to speak with any other person ; the rude, coarse banter of the taverns and the streets would in some way throw a stain on her. Luckily he reached his room unaccosted ; and then with care but without vanity having dressed himself in his best, he took his way to the house of Father Poythress I > II VII P'tched m a confidential tone • the nZ It persistent appeal, tl,e othe with " refusal A^ , , ^"" persistent t^r of a : ;"a:^ei::r'rd'T '^^ '^"^^■ She had been looking all day for he t' bund, No. she was tired; worried „:;, he -ait::rrarr"-^^ ^-isappointed ^thT^r s „" ;t='':f- ;:<' go to the ban on Thursday eve , n, jt '° '0. be the most brilliant asselblat o T aristocratic families of fh, . ''^"""'age of the ne old social elegance of Williamsburg An napohs, and Richmond. Not to h. the dress that Mrs Falcone. , '"'" '" ^- falconer, dreaming of her 82 The Choir Invisible 83 le. More room the 1^0 voices, one with 3ersistent he laugh- ■ entered he hand, her ,t over ihe ught by ce; and able to It was of the ad ever le first untains ■g, An- een in of her own past, had deftly made — not to have her beauty reign absolute in that scene of lights and dance and music — it was the long, slow crucifixion of all the impulses of her gaiety and youth. She did not wish to see any one to-night, least of all John Gray with whom she had had an engagement to go. No doubt he had come to ask why she had broken it in the note which she had sent him that morning. She had not given him an^' reason in the note ; she did not intend to give him the reason now. He would merely look at her in his grave, re- proachful, exasperating way and ask what was the difference : could she not wear some other dress.!* or what great difference did it make whether she went at all t He was always ready to take this manner of patient forbearance toward her, as though she were one of his school children. To-night she was in no mood to have her troubles treated as trifles or herself soothed like an infant that was crying to be rocked. She walked slowly into the room, dragging Kitty behind her. She let him press the tips of her unbending fingers, pouted, smiled faintly, "^^4. 84 IV .1 !' nil 'illli T/ic Choir hivisible dropped upon a divan by Kittv'. .:a eyes on Kitty'! hair ''''"'' ^^^ "Aren't you tired?" she «;,i ■ ■ absorbed caressing stroJ ^u' ^"""^ " '"" "I am." ^ ''^' "'"^ =• '"w laugh. "I am going to look again to-morrow Kitt. " "" "ntmued, brightening up with T , ^' air, "and the next ,l=, , decisive "ic next day and the nevf " cu kept her faee turned aside from t u ^""^ "ot inelude him in the "''"'" '"'^ *'d w'- imagine tI:s2sri?T.^°™^" 'h'^ child was treat a mL th s w I " "T -;e..re,y_say,onceinth::^rrr -'e"^:r:;t:^:^:;:r"---d P-ley Which he 'did nTjlZZ' 'T"' ping her mouth prettily „" h 1 ■ ' '"P" him as I do at home H "" ""'' ^^^<^ he is hungry and 1 . " " ""''^PP^ ''hen gi-y. and when he is unhappy, J am. '» strength- fixed her 'ing it an >w laugh. t', Kitty," decisive t." She and did Women ies than — rarely ' man's marked further 'd tap- of her we've » is at Penn J avern I feed when f am. The Choir hivisible 85 I 1 And he has to be rubbed down so beautifully, or he doesn't shine." The tallow candles, which had been lighted when he came, needed snuffing by this time. The light was so dim that she could not see his face — blanched with bewilderment and pain and anger. What she did see as she looked across the room at him was his large black figure in an absent-minded awkward posture and his big head held very straight and high as though it were momentarily get- ting higher. He had remained simply silent. His silence irritated her; and she knew she was treating him badly and that irritated her with him all the more. She sent one of her light arrows at him barbed with further mischief. " I wish, as you go back, you would stop at the stable and see whether they have mistreated him in any way He takes things so hard when they don't go to suit him," and she turned to Kitty and laughed significantly. Then she heard him clear his throat, and in a voice shaking with passion, he said : "Give your orders to a servant." A moment of awkward silence followed. She ! i 86 I ' The Choir Invisible did not recognize that voice as his or such rude, unreasonable words. "I suppose you want to know why I broke my engagement with you," she said, turning toward him aggrievedly and as though the sub- ject could no longer be waived. "But I don't think you ought to ask for the reason. You ought to accept it without knowing it." " I do accept it. I had never meant to ask " He spoke as though the whole affair were not worth recalling. She could not agree with him m this, and furthermore his manner admin- istered a rebuke. " Oh, don't be too indifferent," she said sar- castically, looking to Kitty for approval " If you cared to go to the party with me, you are supposed to be disappointed." "I am disappointed," he replied briefly, but still with the tone of wishing to be done with the subject. Amy rose and snuffed the candles "And you really don't care to know why I broke my engagement > " she persisted, return- jng to her seat and seeing that she worried him. " Not unless you should wish to tell me." "But you should wish to know, whether I ill IT ',« '*!» TJie CJioir Invisible 87 s or such >y I broke d, turning h the sub- ut I don't son. You it." t to ask." ffair were gree with er admin- said sar- ^al. " If ', you are efly, but one with candles. ii. V why I 1 , return- worried 1 le." ether I J tell you or not. Suppose it were not a good reason .■* " " I hadn't supposed you'd give me a poor one." •' At least, it's serious, Kitty." " I had never doubted it." " It might be amusing to you." "It could hardly be both." " Yes ; it is both. It is serious and it is amusing." He made no reply but by an impatient gesture. "And you really don't wish to know.^" He sat silent and still. "Then, I'll tell you : I lost the only reason I had for going," and she and Kitty exchanged a good deal of laughter of an innocent kind. The mood and the motive with which he had sought her rpade him feel that he was being unendurably trifled with and he rose. But at the same moment Kitty effected an escape and he and Amy were left alone. She looked quickly at the door through which Kitty had vanished, dropped her arms at her sides and uttered a little sigh of inexpressible relief. " Sit down," she said, repeating her grimace 88 The C/ioir Invisible ) \ to talk to you. Isn't Kitty dreadful ?" Her voice and manner liad clianged Tliere was no one now before wl.om she could act _ no one to whom she could show that she could slight h.m. play with him. Furthermore, she had gotten some relief from the tension of her .11 humour by what she had already said ; and now she really wanted to see him. The ill humour had not been very deep; nothing in her was very deep. And she was perfectly sin- ex7ectr~'"''''"'"'"^"''^''^'''°«»- "Don't look so solemn," she said with mock uefuness. ..You make me feel as chough you had come to baptize me, as though y^u i ° T^ ""'^ '"^ ^'"^- Come herel" Ld she ,a,d her hand invitingly on the chair that Kitty had vacated at her side. He stood bolt upright in the middle of the room, looking down at her in silence. Then he walked slowly over and took the seat. She folded her hands over the back of her own chair, laid her cheek softly down on them and ooked up with a smile -subdued, submissive, lond, absolutely his. The Choir Invisible «9 ing ■' I want iged. There could act — at she could lermore, she nsion of her y said ; and til. The ill nothing in erfectly sin- it does one with mock as iihough hough you lere!" and chair that die of the :e. Then seat. She her own them and abmissive, "Don't be cross!" she pleaded, with a low laugh full of maddening music to him. He could not speak to her or look at her for anger and shame and disappointment; so she withdrew one hand from under her cheek and folded it softly over the back of his— his was pressed hard down on the cap of his knee — and took hold of his big fingers one by one, caressing them, " Don 't be cross ! " she pleaded. " Be good to me! I'm tired and unhappy!" Still he would not speak, or look at her ; so she put her hand back under her cheek again, and with a patient little sigh closed her eyes as though she had done all she could. The next moment she leaned over nd let her forehead rest on the back of his hand. " You are so cross ! " she said. " I don't like you ! " "Amy!" he cried, turning fiercely on her and catching her hand cruelly in his, "before I say anything else to you, you've got to promise me — " And then he broke down and then went on again foolishly — " you've got to promise me one thing now. You sha'n't treat me in one way when we are by ourselves and 90 The Choir Invisible hi i in another way when other people are present. If you love me, as you always make me believe you do when we are alone, you must make the whole world believe it ! " "What right would I have to make the whole world believe I loved you?" she asked, looking at him quizzically. " I'll give you the right ! •' The rattle of china at the cupboard in the next room was heard. Amy started up and ski])ped across the room to the candle on the mantelpiece. "If Kitty does come back in here — " she said, in a disappointed undertone ; and with the snuffers between her thumb and forefinger, she snipped them bitingly several times at the door. The door was opened slightly, a plate was thrust through, and a laughing voice called apologetically : "Amy!" "Come in here! Come in!" commanded Amy, delightedly; and as Kitty reluctantly entered, she fixed upon her a telling look "Upon my word," she said, "what do you mean bv treating me this way.? "and catching Kitty's eye, she made a grimace at John. The Choir Invisible 91 are present. 2 me believe st make the ke the whole iked, looking oard in the ted up and ndle on the sre— -" she nd with the efinger, she at the door, plate was Dice called commanded reluctantly lling look, at do you d catching •hn. Kitty offered the candy to John with the assurance that it was made out of that year's maple sugar in their own camp. " He never eats sweet things and he doesn't care for trifles : bring it here ! " And the girls seated themselves busily side by side on the opposite side of the room. Amy bent over the plate and chose the largest, beautiful white plait. "Now there'll be a long silence," she said, holding it up between her dainty fingers and settling herself back in her chair. " But, Kitty, you talk. And if you do leave your company again! — " She threatened Kitty charmTigly. He was in his room again, thinking it all over. She had not known why he had come : how could she know ? To her it meant simply an ordinary call at an unfortunate hour; for she zvas tired — he could see that— and wor. ried— he could see that also. And he! — had he ever been so solemn, so implacably in earnest, so impatient of the playfulness which at another time he would have found merely amusing > Why was he all at once growing so petty with her and exacting .? Little by little he 92 The Choir Invisible I 1; *i f effort to restore her to lovable supremacy over his imagination. ' His imagination -for his heart was not in it He wrought out her entire acquittal, but it did no good. Who ,t any time sounds the dept of the mmd whieh. unlike the sea, can regain calm on the surface and remain troubled by a mpest at the bottom > What is the name'of that imperial faculty dwelling within it which can annul the decisions of the other associated uoTn'h Tl "' '"" '■■"'™ '"^ -'■- blame upon himself, his rage and disappointment were greater than ever. Was it nothing for her to break her engage- ment with him and then to follow it up w^h treat™e„, ,,, ,,^^ , Was it nothing to fie Kitty into the parlour despite the silent under standing reached by all three long ago that whenever he called at the Poythress home he would se. her alone .> Was it nothing to uke advantage of his faithfulness to her, f„d tre.t him as though he had no spirit.- Was it nolh ing to be shallow and silly herself > Was it nothing -and ah! here was the foubleatthebottomofitall! Here was the if s\\ The Choir Invisible icially, in an premacy over ivas not in it. il, but it did i the depths . can regain oubled by a the name of 'in it which r associated ntire blame tment were ler engage- it up with •g to force ent under- : ago that ' home, he ig to take and treat as it noth- was the e was the 93 strain of conviction pressing sorely, steadily in upon him through the tumult of his thoughts — was it nothing for her to be insincere? Did she even know what sincerity was ? Would he marry an insincere woman? Insincerity was a growth not only ineradicah'- but sure to spread over the nature as one grew older. He knew young people over whose minds it had begun to creep like the mere slip of a plant up a wall ; old ones over whose minds it lay like a poisonous creeper hiding a rotting ruin. To be married and sit helplessly by and see this growth slowly sprouting outward from within, enveloping the woman he loved, concealing her,' dragging her down — an unarrestable disease — was that to be his fate? Was it already taking palpable possession of Amy? Could he hide his eyes any longer to the fact that he had felt its presence in her all the time — in its barely discoverable stages? What else could explain her conduct in allowing him, whenever they were alone, to think that she was fond of him, and then scattering this belief to the winds whenever others were pres- ent ? Was this what Mrs. Falconer had meant ? He could never feel any doubt of Mrs. Falconer. 94 The Choir Invisible Merely to think of her now had the effect of ITX *r'"^ ""^ ""0'^ atmospher tr h baffled, bewildered mind. So the day ended. He had been beaten routed and by force, how insignificant ! st -^ he recalled his lesson to the childf that mornmg. What a McGary he had been plan nor the resources of the enemy i He recalled his boast to Mrs. Falconer the d"y before, that he had never been defeated and that now he would proceed to carry out the plans of his life without interruption But to-morrow evening Amy would not be gomg to the ball. She would be alone. Then he w'iL" d T\ ""■ "^ "'"^' ""^ -' all that he wished to know -or all that he did not. the effect of phere for his 5een beaten, ficant ! Bit- :he children le had been neither the nemy ! He er the day efeated and ry out the )n. ulcl not be )ne. Then 'Ut all that d not. VIII The evening of the ball had come at last. Not far from John's school on the square stood another log cabin, from which another and much more splendid light streamed out across the wilderness : this being the printing- room and book-bindery of the great Mr. John Bradford. His portrait, scrutinized now from the distance and at the disadvantage of a hun- dred years, hands him down to posterity as a bald-headed man with a seedy growth of hair sprouting laterally from his temples, so that his ears look like little flat-boats half hidden in little canebrakes ; with mutton-chop whiskers growing far up on the overhanging ledges of his cheek-bones and suggesting rather a daring variety of lichen ; with a long arched nose, run- ning on its own hook in a southwesterly direc- tion ; one eye a little higher than the other ; a protruding upper lip, as though he had behind it a set of the false teeth of the time, which were fixed into the jaws by springs and hinges, 95 '1 The Choir Invisible an but compelling a man .0 keep his mouth shut by mam force; and a very short neck with an overflowing jowl which weighed too heavily on his high shirt collar. ' Despite his maligning portrait a foremost ner- onage of h,s day, of indispensable substanc , of .nvaluable port: Revolutionary soldier, I„d an ~\fr^"'"'™p"^'°-f"'e^,2;^ ff«..//., the first newspaper in the wilderness binder of ,ts first books -some of his volumes' s.li surviving on musty, forgotten shelves; sen atoria elector; almanac-maker, taking his ideas as Mr. Frankhn may have derived his from the still greater Mr. Jonathan Swift of London appointed as chairman of the board of trustees' meet the first governor of the State when h had ridden into the town three years before and in behalf „f the people of the new cl monwealth which had been carried at last tri "mphantly into the Union, to bid his ex cellenc; welcome in an address conceived in the moll onor<,us English of the period ; and afterwrj i" ? 'T. "n"" "' '"= "»- famous Notes, which will perhaps make his name •mmortal among American historians The Choir Invisible 97 his mouth "t neck with too heavily remost per- ibstance, of ier, Indian e Kentucky vilderness ; is volumes 2lves; sen- l his ideas iladelphia, ' from the London ; f trustees - when he 's before, lew com- : last tri- xcellency the most ter wards famous is name On this evening of the ball at the home of General James Wilkinson, the great Mr. Brad- ford was out of town, and that most unluckily ; for the occasion — in addition to all the pleasure that it would furnish to the ladies — was de- signed as a means of calling together the leaders of the movement to separate Kentucky from the Union ; and the idea may have been, that the great Mr. Bradford, having written one fine speech to celebrate her entrance, could as easily turn out a finer one to celebrate her withdrawal. It must not be inferred that his absence had any political significance. He had merely gone a few days previous to the little settlement at Georgetown — named for the great George — to lay in a supply of paper for his Weekly, and had been detained there by heavy local rains, not risking so dry an article of merchandise either by pack-horse or open wagon under the dripping trees. Paper was very scarce in the wilderness and no man could afford to let a single piece get wet. In setting out on his journey, he had in- structed his sole assistant — a young man by the name of Charles O'Bannon — as to his duties in the meantime : he was to cut some new capital H H%» 98 ^/le Choir Invisible "- an eCito.aUv.,s Takes „;M?:rXr arrears in advertisements • anr? h« receive any lost articles that .ig ^ :Z '° called tor by their owners • w,>h ^fu , letters, and also the face of Mr % aTf 7''^' one of his legs ; taken charge wi h "^ . ■"'-est of the department of Tost nd fTT and was now ready for other dufe "' ■ ^^ On thi3 evening of the ball he was sitting in The Choir Invisible in the office, tJie type fell unpaid sub- advantages )wn absence 1 merchants ! he was to be sent in ! should be ther details s as he had always, the le had ad- 'aying sub- had now dford had Jt by the 'elinquent ^ capital Jford and especial I Found ; 'itting in 99 In one corner of the room stood a worn hand- press with two dog-skin inking-balls. Between the logs of the wall near another corner a hori- zontal iron bar had been driven, and from the end of this bar hung a saucer-shaped iron lamp filled with bear-oil. Out of this oil stuck the end of a cotton rag for a wick ; which, being set on fire, filled the room with a strong smell and a feeble, murky, flickering light. Under the lamp stood a plain oak slab on two pairs of cross- legs ; and on the slab were papers and letters, a black ink-horn, some leaves of native tobacco, and a large gray-horn drinking-cup — empty. Under the table was a lately emptied bottle. O'Bannon sat in a rough chair before this drinking-cup, smoking a long tomahawk-pipe. His head was tilted backward, his eyes followed the flight of smoke upward. That he expected to be at the party might have been inferred from his dress : a blue broadcloth coat with yellow gilt buttons; a swan's-down waistcoat with broad stripes of red and white ; a pair of dove-coloured corded-velvet pantaloons with three large yellow buttons on the hips ; and a neckcloth of fine white cam- bric. 'n* lit i 'A roo T/ie Choir Invisible vivacious, and now i„fl^„,H ^ ' "' rarely beautiful bJe whL7 ' °' '"^^ n-embers of the i h^rce H "" "f^ '" ;vas a blenclin, 0, ,He ,ra,,d" e :rr ''P» were thick and red under his s or ' fu -"ou^tache. His hands also we e h 1 " H -ft. always warn,, and not ve ^ c L „ n account Of the dog-skin inicing-balir "^ -d his disposition to p;xrar"r"^ >««"■ Both the first andTh '"'"-'' "" ^ iirsc and the second ^f fu^ iess he had f^lf f^ j Neverthe- ne Had felt forced to admit that his charm, -.adresistef:irthtLr:'C-^'-^^^ i™u;r:fre:r"'"'^^--'^"" suit h. ^-^ "^'"^ "°^ "I'nfl the nur suit, he did not mind the cha<;^ n i u ^ urged it irtn fK ^"'3% he never wh'm 1 „e he sto^d""" "' ''"■ ''*''-'■' <" prehensib>:\tt;::r::':'rr^^"^-"'^ ^^rnaps to-night^ as Amy ' I Mj ' . B^H ^M^^H The Choir Invisible lOI cumbrous; eyes, bold, - of that 1 only in ^mplexion ose. His ort fuzzy hick and ean — on uence he women ; jokes on 3f these that he evert he- charms Jr. He St; but Still, h smil- le pur- ! never ner, of ^ com- Amy •;\. had never seen him in ball-dress — she might begin to succumb ; he had just placed her under obligation to him by an unexpected stroke of good fortune ; and finally he had executed one neat stratagem at the expense of Mr. Bradford and another at the expense of John Gray. So that esteeming himself in a fair way to gratify one passion and having already gratified the other, he leaned back in his chair, smiling, smoking, drinking. He had just risen to pinch the wick in the lamp overhead when a knock sounded on the door, and to his surprise and displeasure — for he thought he had bolted it — there entered without waiting to be bidden a low, broad- chested, barefooted, blond fellow, his brown-tow breeches rolled up to his knees, showing a pair of fine white calves ; a clean shirt thrown open at the neck and rolled up to the elbows, dis- playing a noble pair of arms ; a ruddy shine on his p;ood-humoured face ; a drenched look about his short, thick, whitish hair ; and a com- fortable smell of soap emanating from his entire person. Seeing him, O'Bannon looked less displeased; but keeping his seat and merely taking the pipe 111 ' (I 103 The Choi}- Invisible I would have niv.tcd you to come i„, Peter ;;«^ ■ see you have not waited for the inv^ he daled'f"' "" 'T'^^ '"' -«l'^^" bring in the "As you please." hei;/,.t ,"''>' •"°»- -passes him; <--". norseshoer : he does nothing The CJtoir Invisible los ' a sheet eel Peter to what vays put but shoe horses.' " He looked at Peter inquir- tlie ball nd read arry on ' 1 of the -j •i vailed hand a which '^ ffed a j ise in some- ' I. n the ifll with 1 cond 1 "lim; 1 hing :J|B in igly. That ike more like it," admitted Peter. " Is that enough > " " Oh, if that's all you can sajy ! " " ' Mr. Springle devotes himself entirely to the shoeing of fine horses ; fine horses are often in- jured by neglect in shoeing ; Mr. Springle does not injure fine horses, but shoes them all around with new shoes at one dollar for each horse.' " "Better," said Peter. "Only, don't say so much about the horses ! Say more about — " '"Mr. Springle is the greatest blacksmith that ever left New Jersey — ' " " Or that ever lived in New Jersey." O'Bannon rose and pinched the cotton wick, seized the bottle, and poured out more liquor. "Peter," he said, squaring himself, "I'm going to let you into secret. If you were not drunk, I wouldn't tell you. You'll forget it by morning." "If I were half as drunk as you are, I couldn't listen," retorted Peter. "I don't want to know any secrets. I tell everything I know." .' t >i io6 The Choir Invisible ! "^ou don't knov/any secrets? V ^ . know that last week Horatio T • "^^^ ' dollar horse in front of 1 T"^"' ''^' ^ ^^"- because he had 1 • ^ "' '^'^ ^"^ ^ ^""dred "Oh, I k,iow some secrete: ^k^ ^ , admitted Peter, carelessly '"•" "It's a secret about a hnr«<. f you," said 0'Ban„o„. " ^"'"^ '» '^" " Here is an advertisement n,it i, , to be inserted in fi, '''" ^^"'^ '^ft Tuesday evenLo'^h"''' "^'""^ ■^'«^- - "p in a bS r ,: ctf;' ^''■^■^ '^^^ ^0-f, and containTnl t,': /""T- "^'^^- a pale-blue ^ilk „„ t * ""^''" dress, handkerchLs one ■• T '''" """« "-'" colour- ole J" T. T^ '''^ g'oves- straw handterchTel' ' d ^'^ ''" ^''°"' '^ -"'brie ^'•-iiicrs, and some ntha^ t-t,- ever umIi j .• other tlimgs. Whn ever will deliver said clothes tn ,k or give information so that thev T'"'"'' "i" be liberally rewardl.! ^ ''" "^^ ="'' him.' '^ rewarded on application to -enu.in:trt2:dX:rt"nr^^- ''-"- "- in a blue-anlS eS L"/ The Choir Invisible ^ou don't oJcl a ten- i hundred horses," ig to teJ] )een left -ost, on Frank- les tied necker- ' dress, muslin - straw am brie VVho- rinter, e got, on to ment. d be- le of :hief. 107 The owner can recover property by calling on the printer.'" He pushed the papers away from him. " Yesterday morning who should slip around here but Amy Falconer. And then, in such a voice, she began. How she had come to town the day before, and had brought her party dress. How the bundle was lost. How she had come to inquire whether any one had left the clothes to be advertised; or whether I wouldn't put an advertisement in the paper; or, if they were left at my office before Thurs- day evening, whether I wouldn't send them to her at once." "Ahem!" said Peter drily, but with moist- ure in his eyes. "She hadn't more than gone before who should come in here but a boy bringing this same bundle of clothes with a note from John Gray, saying that he had found them in the public road yesterday, and asking me to send them at once to the owner, if I should hear who she was ; if not, to advertise them." "That's no secret," said Peter contempt- uously. "I might have sent that bundle straight to 108 The Choir hivisibl^ 2 ™i», ::;-,■ -rr'- I get even with him first." ' "'^~ ." What are you hammering at ? " cried V.t. bnng.„g his fist down on the table H^ nail on the head." ""^ tinue'^d°o4'"' ^°' "° ^'■"^^^ ^Sainst her." con- Ve tried ;:r ""''^'^herif I'couid ve tried hard enough, but I can> Qk feat me as she pleases: if an L"' me as soon as she smiles. But s o T' 1° headed Scotch-Irishman-" ""' '"* ^.Jl Stop." said Peter. "Not a word against O'Bannon stared, tivl'l"''' no friend of yours." said he, reflec "He is!" -e Of y rho::\^: rr of^o^ cS OBannon, laughing sarcastically '' And he s a friend of yours ) T ., -. play a little joke on him." ' ^^" ' even The Choir Invisible 109 ' anything tn, only — . ■ied Peter, "Hit the ^ter,'' con- I could. She may same to this red- against , reflec- day I )d deal cried med to ' even " Play your joke on him ! " exclaimed Peter, "and when my time comes, I'll play mine." "When he sent the bundle here yesterday morning I could have returned it straight to her. / locked it in that closet! 'Yoiill never go to the ball with her,' I said, «if I have to keep her away.' I set my trap. To-day I hunted up Joseph Holden. 'Come by the office, as you are on your way to the party to-night,' I said. ' I want to talk to you about a piece of land. Come early ; then we can go together.' When he came — just before you did — I said, 'Look here, did you know that Amy wouldn't be at the ball.? She lost her clothes as she was coming to town the other day, and somebody has just sent them here to be advertised. I think I'd better take them around to her yet : it's not too late.' '77/ take theml I'll go with her myself ! ' he cried, jumping up. "So she'll be there, he'll be there, I'll be there, we'll all be there — but your John can hear about it in the morning." And O'Bannon arose slowly, but unexpectedly sat down again. "You think I won't be there," he said threat- eningly to Peter. " You think I'm drunk. I'll show you ! I'll show you that I can walk - i« m '■ »i The Choir rnvisihle 'h^tlcandance-dancebymyself ,|„ ■, „ — by myself -furnish n,. ^ ~''° " a" dancing." ^ "'' ™"^"^ and do the He began whistling " SiV p„ and stood UD h,„ > . ^'" ^^ Coverley," for the bottle.' ''"' ''°"" ^^*'° ^"d ^^ach'ed dowrirhisg'oVelus"'"' .' "" ^""^' '""''"'g £-.a^=:r— -- 1' ^es, you ^^^ a beauty » " 0,;^ p . Suddenly lifting one of' hi k '' hot O'Bannon as by the . ''' ^'^^' ^^ ^^-•nst the printil^^ret " " '' ^ ^^^^^"^^ He lay there all night. t - fio it all d do the overley," reached looking -oat and in't I a r, 2et, he atapult IX How fine a thing it would be if all the facul- ties of the mind could be trained for the battles of life as a modern nation makes every man a soldier. Some of these, as we know, are always engaged in active service ; but there are times when they need to be strengthened by others, constituting a first reserve ; and yet graver emergencies arise in the marchings of every man when the last defences of land and hearth should be ready to turn out : too often even then the entire disciplined strength of his forces would count as a mere handful to the great allied powers of the world and the devil. But so few of our faculties are of a truly mili- tary turn, and these wax indolent and unwary from disuse like troops during long times of peace. We all come to recognize sooner or later, of course, the unfailing little band of them that form our stand-by, our battle-smoked campaigners, our Old Guard, that dies, never surrenders. Who of us also but knows his I. ;i , ■ >'! i )| iiPr. Ill 112 The Choir Fnvisibie '"S '^ over? Who wL '""' ^^"'' ">«= fight- vvno when \vors^f«^J k-, ™3nya battle through JJl '""' ^""Sht ''»" different the result ..""'"^ '" '^"^ "- -tillery had oMy[l:T'' "^^ "««„, if boom! boom! Where "" ""'•' »»»•"•' And who does „ot takr" / ^"'"'>' "<'"'•' -™:ter::;.rt::-"'- °^ - «» of certain renegade- 7 n ' T''"'' ^^'^'" ■nslde every „an a certain bf"T ''' ""' '"'' f-"ty Who is his drum ma ^' ^T^"'"^''"^ «' the head of a peacel^ 7 ""^ '" ^"■•" "-We and r„„ ^e^: ^ft "' '"'^' "'^ scowl baclc at the quiet iL . '''""'•^" ^"d « though they werh""""' '^"""^ "^"'-"d L-b-as.irJshtheat'::r'~-' o'ous, fat major- 1 „„. ^ °"' '■oar, fero- -en on the^eldJTheTr"'-' ""-"»' ■«'e manniicin who sleep" n t 'I ' """"« ">e brain and is good LT T. """''^'^^ "f 'be cerebral drum' Th r " "' '"' '° "-' here ,s a certain awkward hS' The Choir Invisible "3 squad — too easily identified — who have been drafted again and again into service only to be in the way of every skilled manoeuvre, only to be mustered out as raw recruits at the very end of life. And, finally, there is a miscellane- ous crowd of our faculties scattered far and near at their humdrum peaceful occupations ; so that if a quick call for war be heard, these do but behave as a populace that rushes into a street to gaze at the national guard already marching past, some of the spectators not even grateful, not even cheering. All that day John had to fight a battle for which he had never been trained ; moreover he had been compelled to divide his forces : there was the far-off solemn battle going on in his private thoughts ; and there was the usual siege of duties in the school. For once he would gladly have shirked the latter; but the single compensation he always tried to wrest from tha disagreeable things of life was to do them in such a way that they would never fester in his conscience like thorns broken off in the flesh. During the forenoon, therefore, by an effort which only those who have experienced it can understand, he ordered off all communication !*■ !|W'i. {V:\ 1, I it i 114 The Choir Tnvisibh ^-ail. Up „„„; the jots he *"" ^'"^^ rible struggle of a fl„ "" "'^^ ""^ '«■■■ and more violent th^ '" ' ''''' ''^ "^^^ ""-^e fine that th r^u " ""'"^ '" '^ ^'-'n - «-"c ear couJd scarce talf#» ,-f came m one window, went on. J' ^ '''" ^"iffinggreedily at tnLe """'"" ••^^"' crumb under a bench ra^ hi X'^' ""'"'' ' -i-d it and was gone " '„t' "T "'''''• grated on its way as arduo T"^ '^''■'^""' a hill; he had to teach tT^ ^^ ^ "^S"" "P Tl>ese were the g !!t k ^'^'""'^ ''^ 'otters, the same child thaH.,! ^'PP'"'"S^- At noon -g before ell Sit;''— on Shan ;7a:nru" It r"^'"" "-='"''■ ^ 'crrupted. How un easonabJe" "" ''" ■""■"- don't you understand th ^°" "^'- ^V 'o have then, e^l ','"?, f ^^ -«4 -iSiiXgr- "-- -^: MBlfi f I I M I The Choir Invisible "5 iimself in where the ome enor- fld grows ' the ter- rst more strain so > a bee »■; a rat, >ward a nearer, e-pencil gon up letters, t noon lote on tio. I unin- Why mting to go Oon't then Brad- ford's post-rider would leave at four o'clock next morning ; if he had letters to send, they must be deposited in the box that night. Gray had letters of the utmost importance to write — to his lawyer regarding the late decision in his will case, and to the secretary of the Demo- cratic Club in Philadelphia touching the revival of activity in the clubs throughout the country on account of the expected treaty with England. After he had finished them, he strolled slowly about the dark town — past his school-house, thinking that his teaching days would soon be over — past Peter's blacksmith shop, think- ing what a good fellow he always was — past Mr. Bradford's editorial room, with a light under the door and the curtain drawn across the window. Two or three times he lingered before show-windows of merchandise. He had some taste in snuff-boxes, being the inheritor of several from his Scotch and Irish ancestors ; and there were a few in the new silversmith's window which he found little to his liking. As he passed a tavern, a group of Revolutionary officers, not yet gone to the ball, were having a time of it over their pipes and memories ; and he paused to hear one finish a yarn of lit; i! riK'l I f<\ 116 I I I if ^y^c C/wir Invisible ':'"C'ecl that he disti„gui2d a! T'" '" -"g-g faintly „„, on th til, "'' '""«'■'^'■ down another he clearly head Z' ?"' °"^^ °f » pet panther kept by a I I '""^ •^■'^ hunter. P' Dy a young backwoods ^d--- was open, fh'ere w'as f 1^' '' '"' '"^ by means of this he T ^ ' '""'''«• ^nd »- the threshold, a ad """"'• '^'"^ '^'^P ,""= "ew English silv rs JtHor^ '""""''^'^ '^ 'odger at the ministers . k ' '""" ='"'' => ^nceship being the m.I r'' "' ''^'"'^'"t- -"o had sprinkled the lad'slth ^°''" ^^^"=^ John laid a hand nn . f ^"" '" ^"g'^d. '««t and said, « Nobodrt.T"''' *"■' ^^" ^t '» ='eep again. Whe„th ™''" ^"^ *™t -"<=d away to s n,f iif^"^- "^d been -^i'ed him to sit up jri "'"""•■ 'Whad -■'^''ed they'd come,/ eSr''"'^''^ "^^ «-er to learn how to ml ''' ''°" "^ to make watches if Pi;!p; 1 ! The Choir Invisible 117 he couldn't get any sleep; and he lay down again. John aroused him again. " Miss Falconer is here ; will you tell her I wish to see her ? " The lad didn't open his eyes but said dreamily : "She's not here; she's gone to the party." John lifted him and set him on his feet. Then he put his hands on his shoulders and shook him : " You are asleep ! Wake up ! Tell Miss Falconer I wish to see her." The lad seized Gray by the arms and shook him with all his might. "You wake up," he cried. "I tell you she's gone to the party. Do you hear } She's gone to the party ! Now go away, will you .'' How am I ever to be a silversmith, if I can't get any sleep ? " And stretching himself once more on the settee, he closed hi? eyes. John turned straight to the Wilkinsons'. His gait was not hurried ; whatever his face may have expressed was hidden by the darkness. The tense quietude of his mind was like that of a summer tree, not one of whose thousands Ii8 'Jhe C/ioiy Invisible The house wa' etj^ ■" "-^ *^"'"«. windows were Ten ,1 I '° '"^ ~'^^«- The <"erss.„,e.„p.,37;';--''.eshoH.he«c,. company parted in linesl tl T^^"' '"« '«ving a vacant space , "='" ""'' '^f^. "■«'•<"'>»; and into thl ""^ """'"« "f Jo-P'. lead Amy and he t 7' ""''' ""' ''- She wore a white 1 , ? '''^'" '" ''^"«- '"'workhad stored;: r~^""'^ *>- ^* coat of the lo™,"''"^"'- ^""^ '"'"er caught acros he ' ' ''''" *'"'« '^ce ,^,"-h Of cinna.:! ;°"" ''-■" With a k'd gloves, reaching far ,n 'k "■•^«'<'"oured Her hair was coiied t.U''^:'-;"--'"'^ -n,s. head and airily overtonned K '™*" °' ^er --d silverind.torS.e^.'^^T ^"™"^'^ ''«'■ her dress plaved thf . "■"''■ ^»<' m- The tints of her It "'^"^ ""'^« °f her feet, «"th excitement, haonin^ "''" '■^''''an' ^"miration, visiti^t^revr* 'T ^'^ "'"<=" ■"' flowers. It ^as^ot t fe J"' '"" " ' "- "«= ''id not see he ,! ?:^^';--d for. "' . he did not recog. The Choir Invisible 119 t toward et. The fell out ; the fid- ^ " ; the »Ki left, :idle of he saw I nee. e skij. I blue e Jace Wth a oured arms. I her )usly un- feet. her iant IJed bee or. sa nize the garments that had hung on the wall of his room. What he did see and continued to see was the fact that she was there and danc- ing with Joseph. If he had stepped on a rattlesnake, he could not have been more horribly, more miserably stung. He had the sense of being poisoned, as though actual venom were coursing through his blood. There was one swift backward move- ment of his mind over the chain of forerunning events. " She is a venomous little serpent ! " he groaned aloud. "And I havv; been crawling in the dust to her, to be stung like this ! " He walked quietly into the house. He sought his hostess first. He found her in the centre of a group of ladies, wearing the toilet of the past Revolutionary period in the capitals of the East. The vision dazzled him, bewildered him. But he swept his eye over them with one feeling of heart-sickness and asked his hostess one question : was Mrs. Fal- coner there .^ She was not. In another room he found his host, and a group of Revolutionary officers and other tried historic men, surrounding the Governor. 120 The Clwir Invisible They were discussing the letters that had K L kv '" V"PP^T" of - revolution in J^entucky. During this spring of ,70, ,1,^ news had reached Kentucky that Ja^L last concluded a treaty with Eng and The ratification of this was to be follofved by The surrender of those terrible Northwestern pol tha for twenty years had been the source maddC" ''" '""^'^ '° '"« single-hane tTese fo^; °;;"^^^^^'' Kentucklans. Behind these forts had rested the inexhaustible power armies th!t t ' '"""""■ '*'"' ="""»«r, armies that knew no pity had swarmed down upon the doggedly advancing line of the Anl Saxon frontiersmen. Against them, sometimes unaided sometimes with the aid of Virginia or of the National Government th. hni-lori fk.- , ■ """"^rnment, the pioneers hurled their frantic retaliating armies : Clarke and Boone and Kenton often and often ■ Har mar followed by St Clair- qt r-i,- f , , Wavnf. Tf 7 ' °^"' followed by Wayne. It was for the old failure to give aid against these that Kentucky had hated Virgin a and resolved to tear herself loose from the mother State and either perish or triumph alone The Choir Invisible 121 It was for the failure to give aid agaitist these that Kentucky hated Washington, hated the East, hated the National Government, and plotted to wrest Kentucky away from the Union, and either make her an independent power or ally her with France or Spain. But over the sea now France — France that had come to the rescue of the colonies in their struggle for independence — this same beauti- ful, passionate France was fighting all Europe unaided and victorious. The spectacle had amazed the world. In no other spot had sym- pathy been more fiercely kindled than along that Western border where life was always tense with martial passion. It had passed from station to station, like a torch blazing in the darkness and with a two-forked fire — grati- tude to France, hatred of England — hatred rankling in a people who had come out of the very heart of the English stock as you would hew the heart out of a tree. So that when, two years before this. Citizen Genet, the ambassador of the French republic, had landed at Charleston, been driven through the country to New York amid the acclamations of French sympathizers, and disregarding the President's n I 11 \'\ M- 122 The Choir Invisible proclamation of neutrality, had begun to equip pnvateers and enlist crews to act against the commerce of England and Spain, it was to the backwoodsmen of Kentucky that he sent four agents, to enlist an army, appoint a generalis- simo, and descend upon the Spanish settle- ments at the mouth of the Mississippi -those same hated settlements that had refused to he Kentuckians the right of navigation for the.r commerce, thus shutting them off from he world by water, as the mountains shut them off from the world by land Hence the Jacobin clubs that' were formed m Kentucky: one at Lexington, a second at Georgetown, a third at Paris, Hence the lib- erty poles in the streets of the towns; the tri- coloured cockades on the hats of the men; the hot blood between the anti-federal and the fed- eralist parties of the State. The actions of Citizen Genet had indeed been disavowed by his republic. But the sympathy for trance, the hatred of England and of Spain, had but grown meantime; and when there- fore in this spring of ,795 the news reached th frontier that Jay had concluded a treaty with England -the very treaty that would w \i\\y The Choir Invisible 123 bring to the Kentuckians the end of all their troubles with the posts of the Northwest — the flame of revolution blazed out with greater brilliancy. During the hour that John Gray spent in that assemblage of men that night, the talk led always to the same front of offence : the base truckling to England, an old enemy ; the baser desertion of France, a friend. He listened to one man of commanding eloquence, while he traced the treaty to the attachment of Wash- ington for aristocratic institutions; to another who referred it to tlie jealousy felt by the Eastern congressmen regarding the growth of the new power beyond the Alleghanies ; to a third who foretold that like all foregoing pledges it would leave Kentucky still exposed to the fury of the Northern Indians; to a fourth who declared that let the treaty be once ratified with Lord Granville, and in the same old faithless way, nothing more would be done to extort from Spain for Kentucky the open passage of the Mississippi. At any other time he would have borne his part in these discussions. Now he scarcely heard them. All the forces of his mind were :il " ) I 124 The Choir Invisible \\ M away on ,„„ther battle-field and he longed to be absenc w,th them, a field strewn wifh the orrowfu. carnage of ideal and hope and pla„ home, happiness, love. He was h'ardly aware one of the older men took him affectionately by tiie hand and said : "nateiy "Marshall teils m^ *■»,.,* till S„n.„, 7 ' >'°'' '^""^b school t." sunset and read law till sunrise; and to n'gbt you come here with your eves bh " fake off the leeches of the law for a irood month M„, They abstract too much bCd Jay and Lord Granville, there will be more work than ever for the Democratic SodetieT ' -awneer;:-!-^-::- .t. Save yourself for the cause of your n CO our. You sh,all have a chance to rub th' velvet off your antlers." hisTw " t" T" ''""'™ ■'^y""" '■'« --b of b s law, sa.d a member of the Transvlvania Library Committee. "As soon . f'">^'™"'=' is oi.r ,.,. . " '^^ bis school ■s out, we are gomg ,o send hi„, to ask sub- lur r "•^gf The Choir Invisible 125 longed to with the and plan, l^y aware ual, until tionately ^ school and to- blazing monk's, a good 1 blood. :hery of e more 2ties in ti Ken- e than I need >ur tri- Lib the ach of Ivania school c sub- scriptions from the President, the Vice-Presi- dent, and others, and then on to Philadelphia to buy the books." A shadow fell upon the face of another officer, and in a lowered tone he said, with cold emphasis : "I am sorry that the citizens of this town should stoop to ask anything from such a man as George Washington." The schoolmaster scarcely realized what he had done when he consented to act as a secret emissary of the Jacobin Club of Lex- ington to the club in Philadelphia during the summer. The political talk ended at last, the gen- tlemen returned to the ladies. He found himself standing in a doorway beside an elderly man of the most polished bearing and graceful manners, who was watching a minuet. " Ah ! " he said, waving his hand with delight toward the scene. " This is Virginia and Mary- land brought into the West ! It reminac: me of the days when I danced with Martha Custis and Dolly Madison. Some day, with a begin- ning like this, Kentucky will be celebrated for iM I i • il 126 The Choiy Invisible its beautiful women. The daughters and the g.-a„ddaughters and the great-granddaught of such mothers as these — " "And of fathers like these!" interposed one of the town trustees who came up at tha ™on,ent. -But for the sake of these lade r '." ""f "•= -"'"^ P^^sing a law against the keepmg of pet panthers ? I heard the cry o one as I came here tcnight. What can vve Z with these young backwoods hunters? Will Tern r'°" "'' ■"''' ""^ °' '''""— '^-e John felt some one touch his arm; it was K.tty wuh Horatio. Her cheeks wLre like POPP-; her good kind eyes welcomed him Amv'^'st"' •'■"!," ^'''- "-^"'t you seen Amy.' She ,s m the other room with Joseph Have they explained everything .' But we wHl ose our pbces-" she cried, and with a swee sm,le of adieu to him, and of warning to he partner, she glided away. ^ "We are entered for this horse race " re Weight for age, agreeable to the rules of New Market. Each subscriber to pay one guinea, etc! The Choir Invisible 127 -Id the ^ihtcrs etc., etc." He was known as the rising young turfman of the town, having first run his horses clown Main Street, and then down Water Street ; but future member of the first Jockey Club ; so that in the full blossom of his power he could name all the horses of his day with the pedigree of each: beginning with Tiger by Tiger, and on through Sea Serpent by Shylock, and Diamond by Brilliant, and Black Snake by Sky Lark : a type of man whom long association with the re- fined and noble nature of the horse only vul- garizes and disennobles. Once afterward Gray's glance fell on Amy and Joseph across the room. They were look- ing at him and laughing at his expense and the sight burnt his eyes as though hot needles had been run into them. They beckoned gaily, but he gave no sign ; and in a moment they were lost behind the shifting figures of the com- pany. While he was dancing, however, Joseph came up. -As soon as you get away, Amy wants to see you." . Half an hour later he came a second tune and drew Gray aside from a group of gentle- men, speaking more seriously : t) [ t } i 'li! i H 128 T/ie Choir Invisible vLtrr'''" '" ""'""" "o-^ "' 'his hap. peneci. Come at once " Joseph answered reproachfully • "This is foolish, John! When you know w at a, ,, y„„ ^.„ ,,^^ ^^_^^^ y " know /could not have done otherwise.- Despite hi, -sh to be serious, he could not help ,[ In. for he was very happy l,imself ^ ^ we^t"for°thf " ""':' '""^ "^'^''-"^ "-ds went for the very thing that they did not mean H.S n„„d had been forced to a false poiTof v.ew ; and from a false point of view the tn.th Itself a ways looks fal.» m " erable th J r l f ' "'"■«°^'='- it was intol- mble that Joseph should be defending to him the very woman whom a few hours before h^ had hoped to marry. "^ "There is no explanation needed from her" he rephed, w,th the same indifference. • I th I'k I understand. What I do not unders and I sl>ould rather take for granted. But^« Josenh you owe me an explanation. This i not tt place to give it " Hi. f . • ^ knotted Zl\ ? ""= '"""=''«'^' »d he knotted the fingers of his large hands together '■ke bands of iron. "But by God Ml have it ; I iiniii iMjiyi The Choir Invisible 129 (( and if it is not a good one, you shall answer." His oath sounded like an invocation to the Divine Justice — not profanity. Joseph fixed his quiet fearless eyes on Gray's. I'll answer for myself — and for her" — he replied and turned away. Still later Gray met her while dancing — the faint rose of her cheeks a shade deeper, the dazzling whiteness of her skin more pearl-like with warmth, her gaiety and happiness still mounting, her eyes still wandering among the men, culling their admiration. ''You haven't asked me to dance to-night. You haven't even let me tell you why I had to come with Joseph, when I wanted to come with you." She gave a little pout of annoyance and let her eyes rest on his with the old fondness. "Don't you want to know why I broke my engagement with you?" And she danced on, smiling back at him provokingly. He did not show that he heard ; and although they did not meet again, he was made aware that a change had at last come over her. She was angry now. He could hear her laughter of tener — laughter that was meant for his ear— and she was dancing oftener with Joseph. He •■V ^ K I30 The Choir Invisible looked at her repeatedly, but she avoided his " I am playing a poor pa.rt by staying here ^ " he said with shame, and left the house After wandering aimlessly about the town for some two hours, he went resolvedly back a^ain and stood out in the darkness, looking in at her through the windows. There she was unwearied, happy, not feigning; and no more affected by what had taken place between them than a candle is affected by a scorched insect ^o It seemed to him. This was the first time he had ever seen her at a ball. He had never realized what powers she possessed in a field like this : what play what resources, what changes, what stratagems' what victories. He mournfully missed for the first time certain things in himself that should have corresponded with all those light and graceful things in her. Perhaps what hurt him most were her eyes a ways abroad searching for admiration, forever filling the forever emptied honey-comb of self- iove. With him love was a sacred, a grim, an invio- late selection. He would no more have wished ' ~u^%i{;%»T;;3gc:;»a,^r^^v|s: The Choir Invisible '3' the woman he had chosen to seek i„d,scr,m,. „ate admiration with her eyes than w,tl> her Hps or her waist. It imphed the same fata fl,w in her refinement, her modesty, her fa.thful- ness, her high breeding. A Ught wind stirred the leaves of the trees overhead. A few drops of rain fell on h.s hat^ He drew his hand heavily across his eyes and turneJ away. Reaching his room, he dropped down into a chair before his open wmdow and sat gazing absently into the black east. Within he faced a yet blacker vo;d-the ruined hopes on which the sun would never " u'wr'the end of everything between him and Amy ; that was his one thought. It did :„t oceJr to him even to reflect whether he had been right or wrong, rude or gentle :.t was the end: nothing else appeared worth T«et'him meant a simple straightforward game played with a few well-known prmcples U mus't be as open as a chess-board : each playe should see every move of the other : and all who chose could look on. He was still very young. 1 ii i\. I > I X Thf. glimmer of gray dawn at last and he had never moved from his seat. A fine, drizzling ra,n had set m. Clouds of mist brushed against he wa Is of his cabin. In the stillness he'could he«r the big trees shedding their drops from eaf to bendmg leaf and the musical tinkle of these as they took their last leap into little pools below. With the chilliness which misery brings he got up at last and wrapped his weather-coat about h,m. If it were only day when he could go to h,s work and try to forget! Restless, sleepless, unable to read, tired of sitting, driven on by the desire to get rid of his own thoughts, he started out to walk. As he passed his school-house he noticed that the door of ,t, always fastened by a simple latch, now stood open ; and he went over to see if everything inside were in order. All his life when any trouble had come upon him, he had 'I ■: i til ^n ' ' : 'i • i p' '\iiriii.i.i. The Choir Invisible 133 quickly returned to his nearest post of duty like a soldier; and once in the school-room now he threw himself down in his chair with the sudden feeling that here in his familiar work he must still find his home -the home of his mind and his affections -as so long in the past. The mere aspect of the poor bare place had never been so kind, The very walls appeareu to open to him like a refuge, to enfold themselves around him with friendly strength and under- standing. . ^ He sat at the upper end of the room, gazmg blankly through the doorway at the gray light and clouds of white mist trailing. Once an object came into the field of his vision. At the first glimpse he t' ght .t a dog-long lean, skulking, prowling, tawny -on the scent of his tracks. Then the mist passed over it When he beheld it again it had approached nearer and was creeping rapidly toward the door Hi. listless eyes grew fascinated by its motions -its litheness, suppleness, grace stealth, exquisite caution. Never before had he seen a dog with the step of a cat. A sec- ond time the fog closed over it. and then, advancing right out of the cloud with more I ; « I' m ll 1 134 ^y^e Choir Invisible !! wT' '™'' '"""'"^' "= '='■•8^ fe« falling as lightly as flakes of snow, the weight of its huge body borne forward as noiselessly as the ra.lmg mist, it came straight on. It reached the hickory block, which formed the doorstep ■ ;' ^^'f ""^'-'^ - "'^'ant, with its fore quarters' n the doorway, one fore foot raised, the end of its ong tail waving ; and then it stole just over the threshold and crouched, its head pressed down until us long, whitish throat lay on the floor- Its short, jagged ears set forward stifijy like the broken points of a javelin ; its dilated eye blaz- mg w.th steady green fire -as still as death. And then with his blood become as ice in his venis from horror and all the strength gone out of h.m ma death-like faintness, the school- master realized that he was face to face un- armed with a cougar, gaunt with famine and come for i,s kill. This dreaded animal, the panther or painter of the backwoodsman, which has for its kindred the royal tiger and the fatal leopard of the Old World, the beautiful ocelot and splendid un- conquerable jaguar of the New, is now rarely of the Alleghanies. It too has crossed the The Choir Invisible 135 Mississippi and is probably now best known as the savage puma of more southern zones. But a hundred years ago it abounded through- out the Western wilderness, making its deeper dens in the caverns of mountain rocks, its lair in the impenetrable thickets of bramble and brakes of cane, or close to miry swamps and watery everglades ; and no other region was so loved by it as the vast game park of the Indians, where reigned a semi-tropical splen- dour and luxuriance of vegetation and where, protected from time immemorial by the Indian hunters themselves, all the other animals that constitute its prey roved and ranged in un- imaginable numbers. To the earliest Ken- tuckians who cut their way into this, the most royal jungle of the New World, to wrest it from the Indians and subdue it for wife and chi d it was the noiseless nocturnal cougar that filled their imaginations with the last degree of dread. To them its cry -most peculiar and startling at the love season, at other times described as like the wail of a child or of a traveller lost in the woods -aroused more terror than the near est bark of the wolf ; its stealth and cunning more than the strength and courage and address III 'ii I ;,>-! ^.x ' 136 The Choir Invisible iliJi of the bear; .ts attack more than the rush of the majest,c, resistless bison, or the furLs pass w,th antlers lowered of the noble, amber eye . ,„fu„ated elk. Hidden as still' a" on a o ^"^ .^"'^ °' "^ """ "ue, or squat on a log or am,d the foliage of a sloping tree t waited around the salt licks and the fpr ,' ^ and al„„g ^he woodland pathways for the o he V. Id creatures. It possessed L strength to unther'''f'''°"^'^'^^''-"'^eap pon the horse of a traveller and hang there ated fhrh "'f ^ "'' '^"=" ^^^ ^'- ' a- ated the hmd quarters and the flanks -as the ■ger of India tries to hamstring its nobler unmanageable victims; or let an unwary b' lock but smk a little way in a swamp aid U was "n^agir"'"^ ^'- ^—^ ^- rj: Some hunter once had encamped at the foot ol/arriainT ■■" ^"'''^-' -- '"-^ «- " out and lam down to sleep, with only the i„ fimte sohtude of the woods for his blanket vi the dreary, dismal silence for his pillow. O e!ce;7s:"°'t"'''°^''^'^''''-«' were two nearer stars set close together, burn- The Choir Invisible m in- with a green light, never twinkhng. Or an^other was startled out of sleep by the terrible cry of his tethered horse. Or after a long, ominous growl, the cougar had sprung against his tent, knocking it away as a squirrel would knock the thin shell from a nut to reach the kernel ; or at the edge of the thicket of tall grass he had struck his foot against the skele- ton of some unknown hunter, dragged down long before. To such -:. :ntures with all their natural exaggeration John Gray had listened many a time as they were recited by old hunters re- garding earlier days in the wilderness ; for at "his period it was thought that the cougar had retreated even from the few cane-brakes that remained unexplored near the settlements. But the deer, timidest of animals, with fatal persist- ence returns again and again to its old-time ranges and coverts long after the bison, the bear, and the elk have wisely abandoned theirs ; and the cougar besets the deer. It was these stories that he remembered now and that filled him with horror, with the famt- ness of death. His turn had come at last, he said ; and as to the others, it had come without 138 The Choir Invisible I 4 i I warnin- he was too shackled with weakness to cry out, to stand up. The windows on each side were fastened ; there was no escape. There was nothing in the room on which he could lay hold — no weapon or piece of wood, or bar of iron. If a struggle took place, it would be a clean contest between will and will, ccaracre and courage, strength and strength, the love of prey and the love of life. It was well for him that this was not the first time he had ever faced death, as he had sup- posed ; and that the first thought that had rushed into his consciousness before returned to him now. That thought was this: that death had come far too soon, putting an end to his plans to live, to act, to succeed, to make a great and a good place for himself in this world before he should leave it for another. Out of this a second idea now liberated itself with in- credible quickness and spread through him like a living flame : it was his lifelong attitude of victory, his lifelong determination that no mat- ter what opposed him he must conquer. Young as he was, this triumphant habit had already yielded him its due result : that growth of char- acter which arises silently within us, built up I The Choir Invisible 139 out of a myriad nameless elements — begin- ning at the very bottom of the ocean of un- consciousness ; growing as from cell to cell, atom to atom — the mere dust of victorious experience — the hardening deposits of the ever-living, ever-working, ever-rising will ; until at last, based on eternal quietude below and lifting its wreath of palms above the waves of life, it stands finished, indestructible, our inward rock of defence against every earthly storm. Soon his face was worth going far to see. He had grown perfectly calm. His weakness had been followed by a sense of strength wholly extraordinary. His old training in the rough athletics of the wilderness had made him sup pie, agile, wary, long-winded. His eyes had never known what it was to be subdued ; he had never taken them from the cougar. Keeping them on it still, he rose slowly from the chair, realizing that his chances would be better if he v;ere in the middle of the room. He stepped round in front of his table and walked two paces straight forward and then paused, his face as white, as terrible, as death. At the instant of his moving he could see the W ■ •r I ' :s ! I40 The Choir Invisible tense drawing in of all the muscles of the cougar and the ripple of its skin, as its whole body quivered with excitement and desire; and he knew that as soon as he stopped it would make its spring. With a growl that announces that all hiding and stealth are over, the leap came He had thrown his body slightly forward to meet it with the last thought that whatever happened he must guard his throat. It was at this that the cougar aimed, leaping almost perpendicu- larly, its widespread fore feet reaching for his shoulders, while the hind feet grasped at his legs. The under part of its body being thus exposed, he dealt it a blow with all his strength — full in the belly with his foot, and hurled it backward. For a second it crouched again, measuring him anew, then sprang again. Again he struck, but this time the fore feet caught'^his arm as they passed backward ; the sharp, re- tractile nails tore their way across the back and palm of his hand like dull knives and the blood gushed. Instantly the cougar leaped upon the long, wooden desk that ran along one side of the room, and from that advantage, sprang again ; but he bent his body low so that it passed clean \ ■aSH! >. The Choir Invisible 141 over him. Instantly it was upon his desk at his back; and before he could more than recover his balance and turn, it sprang for the fourth time. He threw out his arm to save his throat, but the cougar had reached his left shoulder, struck its claws deep into his heavy coat ; and with a deafening roar sounding close in his ears, had buried its fangs near the base of his neck, until he heard them click as they met through his flesh. He staggered, but the desk behind caught him. Straightening himself up, and grappling the panther with all his strength as he would a man, he turned with it and bent it over the sharp edge of the ponderous desk, lower, lower, trying to break its back. One of the fore feet was beginning to tear through his clothing, and straightening himself up again, he reached down and caught this foot and tried to bend it, break it. He threw himself with all his force upon the floor, falling with the cougar under him, trying to crush it. He staggered to his feet again, but stepped on his own blood and fell. And then, feeling his blood trickling down his breast and his strength going, with one last effort he put up his hands and seizing the i. i t- ! \ ■ 4 1 1 , 142 The Choir Invisible throat, fastened his fingers like iron rivets around the windpipe. And then - with the long, loud, hoarse, despairing roar with which a man, his mouth half full of water, sinks far out m the ocean — he fell again. XI It was ten o'clock that morning of mid-May. The rain was over. Clouds and mists were gone, leaving an atmosphere of purest crystal. The sun floated a globe of gold in the yieldmg Wne Above the wilderness on a dead tree- top the perch of an eagle now flashing like a yellow weather-vane, a thrush poured the spray-like far-falling fountain of his notes over upon the bowed woods. Beneath him the dull creen domes of the trees flashed as though inlaid with gems, white and rose. Under these domes the wild grapevines, climbing the forest arches as the oak of stone climbs the arches of a cathedral, filled the ceiling and all the shadowy spaces between with fresh outbursts of their voluptuous dew-born fragrance. And around the rough-haired Satyr feet of these vines the wild hyacinth, too full of its own honey to stand, fell back on its couch of moss waiting to be visited by the singing bee. The whole woods emerged from the cloudy 143 '44 The Choir Invisible bath of Nature w,th the coolness, the freshness, the .mmortal purity of Diana united to the rose- ate glow and mortal tenderness of Venus; and haunted by two spirits : the chaste, unfldin. youth of Endymion and the dust-bo™ warm h and eagerness of Dionysus. Through these woo