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If you are not located in the United States, you -will have to check the laws of the country where you are located before -using this eBook. - -Title: Mr. Keegan's Elopement - -Author: Winston Churchill - -Release Date: April 30, 2022 [eBook #67957] - -Language: English - -Produced by: The Online Distributed Proofreading Team at - https://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images - generously made available by The Internet Archive) - -*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK MR. KEEGAN'S ELOPEMENT *** - - - - - - _LITTLE NOVELS BY - FAVOURITE AUTHORS_ - - [Illustration] - - - - - Mr. Keegan’s Elopement - - [Illustration] - - WINSTON CHURCHILL - - [Illustration] - - [Illustration: _Winston Churchill_] - - - - - Mr. Keegan’s - - Elopement - - BY - - WINSTON CHURCHILL - - AUTHOR OF “RICHARD CARVEL,” “THE - CRISIS,” ETC. - - [Illustration] - - New York - THE MACMILLAN COMPANY - LONDON: MACMILLAN & CO., LTD. - 1903 - - _All rights reserved_ - - - - - COPYRIGHT, 1896, - BY THE CENTURY COMPANY. - - COPYRIGHT, 1903, - BY THE MACMILLAN COMPANY. - - Set up, electrotyped, and published June, 1903. - - - Norwood Press - J. S. Cushing & Co.--Berwick & Smith Co. - Norwood, Mass., U.S.A. - - - - - ILLUSTRATIONS - - - Portrait of Winston Churchill _Frontispiece_ - - FACING PAGE - - “He sat back behind the curtains of his - ‘bulla-carta’” 21 - - The Elopement 68 - - - - -MR. KEEGAN’S ELOPEMENT - - - - -I - -[Illustration] - - -The northeast wind was very fresh that morning, and drove the seas -before it briskly; but the _Denver_ went at each of them in her bulldog -fashion, and buried her white nose in them, and showered the crests -of those which were specially boisterous in glistening spray over her -forecastle. In the east the October sun was just beginning to peep over -the sea-line, while to the northward lay the great mountain island of -Madeira, already changing, by the magic touch of the light, from a -phantom grey to that living green so dear to the eyes of a seaman. -Soon signs of life began to appear; a village could be made out -nestling in each of the valleys which furrowed the mountain-side, while -yellow villas dotted its wooded slopes. In a bight at the south base, -white in the morning sunlight, lay the town of Funchal, in front of -which, like a huge sentinel, knee-deep, stood a towering rock crowned -with a fort, reminding one of a castle on a chess-board. - -Mr. Keegan, chief boatswain’s mate of the _Denver_, and his friend, -Jimmy Legs,[1] the master-at-arms, sat on the weather side of the -forecastle, under the forward eight-inch turret, with the collars of -their pea-coats turned well up over their ears, taking a morning smoke. -Mr. Keegan had a keen eye for the beautiful, and it was his wont on -such occasions to sit in silence for as much as an hour at a time. The -master-at-arms, being a ’tween-decks man, delighted in watching the -seas break over the bows, although this amusement not infrequently cost -him a wetting and a pipeful of tobacco. - -[1] The name given to the master-at-arms aboard ship. - -Mr. Keegan was a young man with reddish hair and small, expressionless -blue eyes, and his Christian name was Dennis. He had a round, full -face, abnormally so on one side because of the large piece of navy -plug which invariably distended it. I have said that he was chief -boatswain’s mate of the _Denver_, for the reason that he was so known -at the department, and drew his pay as such. But, as a matter of fact, -Mr. Keegan’s status, and the scope of his influence on board that ship, -would be as hard to define as the duties of the captain set forth in -the new regulations. His friend the master-at-arms consulted him on -all matters of importance; the junior officers of the ship never -interfered with anything he might be doing; and the seniors showed -unwonted deference to his opinions. - -As the _Denver_ drew more and more under the lee of the land the -whitecaps subsided into lateral swells, and the wind was no longer -felt. On board active preparations were being made for coming to -anchor, but with that noticeable absence of noise and bustle which is -so characteristic of a modern man-of-war. Boat crews were clearing -their boats for hoisting out, the lashings were being taken off the -gangways, and the booms were ready to drop with the anchor. The -master-at-arms shook the ashes out of his pipe, and broke the silence. - -“I hate to see that young feller go, Dennis,” he said. - -Mr. Keegan evidently understood clearly who the young person alluded -to in this somewhat indefinite regret was, for he answered:-- - -“He’s the finest young fellow in the navy, Chimmy; you can put that -down.” - -“I hear the navigator say,” the master-at-arms went on, “there ain’t no -doubt but what he gets his orders for home when we strikes in here.” - -Mr. Keegan fell into reminiscence. - -“There’s two cadet cruises I took with him,--him and Mr. Morgan,--and -wild cruises they was, too. There ain’t much I wouldn’t do for both -of them young fellers; they’re two of a kind, and then they ain’t.” -But before Mr. Keegan could explain this apparent contradiction he -was called upon to pipe all hands to breakfast. He watched the men -reflectively as they filed below. - -“Do you mind that English young lady as Mr. Pennington was consortin’ -with when we was here before, Chimmy, in the spring?” - -The master-at-arms recalled her well. - -“Mark my words, Chimmy,” said Mr. Keegan, impressively, as he went down -the hatch, “he’ll be takin’ her home with him.” - -Now the master-at-arms was inclined to doubt this. He was a personal -friend of the senhora who did the cooking at the villa where the young -lady lived, and the senhora had told him a great deal about the affair -in question. How Mr. Pennington and Mr. Morgan were in the habit of -going to the villa almost every evening, and how Mr. Morgan talked to -the young lady’s father on the veranda, while Mr. Pennington and the -young lady spent their time in the garden below or in the summer-house; -and finally, a day or so before the ship sailed, how Mr. Pennington -had asked her father a question (the character of which the senhora -could only conjecture), and then had left the villa in haste. She had -afterward overheard the young lady’s father express himself on the -subject of naval officers, against whom he seemed to be particularly -prejudiced. All of this the master-at-arms had confided to Mr. Keegan -at the time; but nevertheless, Mr. Keegan had predicted trouble. - -“He ain’t goin’ to heave to for the old one’s blessin’,” that worthy -had said contemptuously; “not if I know Mr. Pennington, he ain’t. He’ll -go back and get her when he gets a chance.” At that time the people of -the _Denver_ had not expected the ship to be ordered back to Madeira. - - * * * * * - -Afternoon found Mr. Keegan and the master-at-arms going ashore in a -surf-boat. They both sat in the stern, and the buttons on their new -mustering-clothes shone like bright-work. Mr. Keegan was more than -usually silent and preoccupied, and when they arrived at the pier, -instead of having his customary argument with the boatman over the -fare, Mr. Keegan gave the man a dollar, greatly to the astonishment and -indignation of his side partner, the master-at-arms. Mr. Keegan paid no -attention whatever to his friend’s protestations, but climbed the stone -steps, and led the way up the main street to the Plaza, where he turned -into a wine-shop, and sat down at one of the tables. - -“We’re not drinking to-day, you Dago,” he said, in response to the -smiling inquiry of the proprietor. “Porto some cigarettos!” Thus having -aired his Portuguese, and obtained the desired articles, Mr. Keegan -produced a roll of bills from his pocket, which he had just received -from the paymaster, and proceeded to count them over carefully. - -“There, Chimmy,” he remarked, rolling his tobacco from one cheek to -the other, as he laid the pile on the table; “I don’t get full this -time, nor you don’t; what’s more, I don’t lend none of the bullies -money. But if this here seventy-three dollars can help Mr. Pennington -to get that there English young lady, and take her off in the packet -to-night, he’s welcome to it; that’s all.” This was a very long speech -for Mr. Keegan to make. - -“Is he going to try it, Dennis?” asked the master-at-arms, -incredulously. - -“Is he goin’ to try it?” Mr. Keegan repeated witheringly. “Ain’t you -ashamed, what’s been three years with him, for that there remark?” - -The master-at-arms puffed at his cigarette in silence, and evidently -felt the force of the rebuke. - -“Yes, Chimmy,” Mr. Keegan went on in a milder tone, “he is going to try -it;” and then he added, with an air of great secrecy, “He is leavin’ a -good deal of the particulars to you and me.” - -Whereupon he unfolded a plan to the master-at-arms, who could not but -wonder at its wisdom and completeness. It would almost seem as if -Mr. Keegan had conducted a similar elopement on his own account. Mr. -Keegan’s powers of locution were not great, but he had a remarkable -knack of conveying his meaning, the more remarkable because his face -was absolutely without expression, and he never used any gestures. -Perhaps one of the secrets of his ability to express himself lay -in the fact that he alternated in his methods of explanation, now -putting his hearers to shame at their stupidity, now leaving out a -palpable conclusion, that they might give themselves credit for unusual -perception. In any case, he never said any more than he had to. - -“Now,” he concluded, when he had gone into every detail, “you have got -your sailin’ orders, Chimmy. Get your friend, the senhora, to tell the -young lady what I told you. We can’t take no big trunks--nothin’ but a -small kit. I’ll be makin’ sure of a boat and a sky-pilot, and be here -at two bells.” - -The master-at-arms went out into the Plaza, and hired a _bulla-carta_. -A bulla-carta is in reality a covered sled, provided with curtains, -and drawn by two oxen. For the proper management of these vehicles, -according to Portuguese ideas, two men are necessary. One goes ahead, -in order to check any ambitious intentions on the part of the oxen, -and apparently does the guiding. The duties of the other are harder to -define: he receives the fare incidentally, and urges on the oxen in -those plaintive, wailing tones which he who has been to Madeira can -never forget, and which incline him to believe that the Portuguese -language is one of lamentation. As Mr. Keegan tersely remarked, -everything is “on skates” in Madeira. The streets of Funchal are paved -with small lava blocks, set on end, and polished to a degree that makes -walking dangerous to people who wear the shoes of civilisation. Hence -the owners of the bulla-cartas do a thriving business with foreigners, -especially up the slope, where a false step is fraught with no -inconsiderable consequences. - -[Illustration: “HE SAT BACK BEHIND THE CURTAINS OF HIS ‘BULLA-CARTA.’”] - -It was up the hillside, or rather up the first slopes of the mountain, -that the villa to which the master-at-arms was going was situated. Few -visit Madeira who do not take that delightful ride up the mountain on -horseback, and experience the delirium of the coast down, over the -polished stones, in a wicker sled. Ascending, the traveller looks -from his saddle over the high yellow walls on each hand into inviting -gardens of tropical luxuriance, their shade trees often completely -arching the way over his head. But the master-at-arms cared nothing -about looking into the gardens, and had a sailor’s prejudice against -horses; he discreetly preferred the bulla-carta. Even the picturesque -procession of wine-growers which he met coming down the mountain, with -skins slung over their shoulders, made no more of an impression on him -than if they had been a draft of new hands. He sat back behind the -curtains of his bulla-carta, and smoked brown-paper cigarettes, and -meditated on the gravity of his mission; and he wondered whether the -senhora would look with favour on the plan. Only once, when he had to -turn out for a fat ecclesiastic from the convent above, was he aroused -from these reflections. The priest was descending at a pace which would -have defied a trolley-car, but sat in his sled with as much equanimity -as if he were pronouncing a benediction, his guide deftly balanced on -the runners behind. - -“He’s sure swift for a holy father!” the master-at-arms exclaimed -aloud, lifting the curtains in order to obtain a better view of the -vanishing figure; “but Dennis ain’t hirin’ him for the ceremony--you -can’t trust them Dagos even for splicin’.” - -It was almost dusk when the master-at-arms recognised the back gate -of Mr. Inglefield’s villa, and directed the gentleman at the side to -draw up, which he accomplished with a great deal of unnecessary noise. -Thereupon the master-at-arms alighted, and designated a point a little -higher up for the men to wait for him. Then he opened the gate, and -cautiously entered the garden. He sat down under a banana tree to hit -upon some method of attracting the senhora’s attention; for the hour -was unusual for a call, and the senhora was undoubtedly engaged in the -kitchen. As the villa was on a rather steep portion of the slope, the -house was considerably higher than the garden, its broad piazza being -among the tree-tops. Here was a predicament! If he waited until the -senhora finished cooking the dinner, put on her evening gown, and came -down to the little porch where she received her callers, all would be -lost. Bearing in mind the sentiments concerning his profession which -the owner of the villa had expressed at various times, it was out of -the question for him to go to the senhora, as he would undoubtedly be -seen by Mr. Inglefield from the veranda. While he was vainly trying to -hit upon an expedient, wishing ardently the while that Mr. Keegan might -have undertaken this matter himself, he heard the rustle of a woman’s -skirts coming down the path. His first impulse was to climb the tree, -but on second thought he decided to sit still; it was getting dark, and -he might not be seen where he was. - -He had barely reached this decision when there appeared in the path, -directly before him, a young girl. She was tall and fair, with that -wealth of colour peculiar to English women; and as she stood there -in the twilight, shading her eyes with her hand, the master-at-arms -was transported with admiration. From where she stood one could look -through an opening in the trees far out into the harbour, and he had -no doubt that fortune had thrown him in the way of Miss Inglefield -herself, and that she was looking at the _Denver_. He rose, took off -his cap, and coughed slightly to attract her attention. At the sound -the girl dropped her hand quickly, and turned toward him, without, -however, betraying the least alarm; her manner was a mixture of -surprise and self-possession. The master-at-arms was anything but -self-possessed; he was, on the contrary, very much disconcerted. Miss -Inglefield, for it was she, waited for him to speak; but at length, -despairing of this, she spoke herself:-- - -“Did you wish to see any one?” - -The voice was softer than any the master-at-arms had ever heard, and -its tones were so kind that he took heart. - -“Yes, miss,” he answered; “I guess it’s you I want to see.” - -“Me?” she exclaimed, in evident wonder. - -“I’m from the _Denver_, miss,” he explained. - -The master-at-arms watched the girl keenly to see what effect this -announcement would have, but if her colour deepened it was too dark to -notice it. - -“So you are from the _Denver_, and wish to see me,” she answered. “If -that is the case, I think it would be well, for many reasons, to retire -to the summer-house.” - -She picked up her white skirts, and led the way down a secluded path -lined with vines to a little arbour in the corner of the garden. The -master-at-arms followed, not without misgivings concerning his ability -to handle a mission of such delicacy as this promised to be. The -ease and dignity of her bearing, and the simplicity of her speech, -completely mystified him; he had expected any reception but this. When -they reached the summer-house, she motioned him toward a wicker bench, -and sat down beside him. - -“I think we shall be safe from interruption here,” she said, with a -smile of encouragement; and then she added, “Did any one send you?” - -Although the master-at-arms thought the question a trifle strange, he -could not but admit that it was pertinent. - -“Dennis Keegan sent me, miss,” he replied. - -“Dennis Keegan! And you wish to see me--are you sure?” - -There was such an evident note of disappointment in this that the -master-at-arms was more puzzled than ever. Was it possible that Mr. -Pennington had not told her about Dennis? - -“Dennis is the man who is actin’ for Mr. Pennington, you know, -miss--sorter under his orders.” - -But Miss Inglefield, greatly to his discomfiture, did not seem to grasp -the situation in the least. - -“Who are you?” she demanded, with a touch of impatience. - -“I’m the master-at-arms of the _Denver_, miss,” he answered, in a tone -of injured dignity. - -“But the orders you speak of, what are they? I do not quite understand.” - -What were the orders? There began to dawn on the master-at-arms, from -various things he had noticed in Miss Inglefield’s conversation and -manner, a suspicion that she had had no previous intimation of the -communication he was about to impart. This was a point which had not -been touched upon by Mr. Keegan. He was in a quandary. To withdraw -now might injure Mr. Pennington’s honour, and, besides, make things -exceedingly unpleasant for him, the master-at-arms. But if Mr. Keegan -had by any chance made a mistake, to go on would involve Mr. Pennington -in a difficulty the gravity of which the master-at-arms had not -before considered. But his faith in Mr. Keegan, and the fear of his -displeasure, finally predominated. - -“You see, miss,” he began, “the reason I come up here, and not Dennis, -was this: I happen to be acquainted with the seenora as does the -cookin’ for you, and Dennis he said for me to tell this here to the -seenora, and the seenora--” - -“Has Mr. Pennington sent a note?” Miss Inglefield broke in, in despair. - -“A note!” the master-at-arms repeated deprecatingly; “he never insulted -me or Dennis with a note yet, miss.” - -“Please go on, then, quickly,” she said; “I may be called at any -minute.” - -“There ain’t nothin’ to it exceptin’ this, miss,” he began, in no wise -to be hurried, however: “Mr. Pennington’s time’s up on the ship to-day, -and he has bought tickets for _two_”--the master-at-arms thought the -inference a very happy one, and emphasised the numeral--“on the steamer -what leaves to-night. Then he goes to Dennis Keegan, who’s been on -many a cruise with him in’s younger days, and in many a tight place, -too, and he says, ‘Keegan, there’s a young lady what lives up here on -the hill behind Funchal--’ ‘What you’d like to take off with you this -evenin’, Mr. Pennington,’ Dennis puts in, ‘but there be cert’in reasons -again’ your goin’ up and gettin’ her yourself.’ Mr. Pennington looked -sorter surprised, but, Lord! miss, he ought to know there ain’t much -goin’ on what Dennis ain’t on to. ‘Well, sir,’ Dennis went on, without -givin’ him a show to speak, ‘all you got to do is to leave this here -business to me and Chimmy’--that’s me, miss,--‘and if that there young -lady ain’t ready to go with you at whatever time you say, it won’t be -our fault, sir.’” - -The master-at-arms paused, and wiped the perspiration from his face -with his red handkerchief, watching Miss Inglefield anxiously the -while. She had sat quietly by during this recital, but he could see -that she was agitated now by her breathing, which came and went -quickly, and his confidence in Mr. Keegan’s judgment redoubled. -Evidently, if the young lady in the case was as much in love as -she appeared from these symptoms, the course he was taking was -most justifiable. The master-at-arms had always deemed a little -prevarication in a good cause no harm. There was, apparently, quite -a mental struggle going on within Miss Inglefield. Once or twice she -seemed about to speak, and then to change her mind. It was at this -point that a hearty masculine voice was heard calling loudly from the -garden above:-- - -“Eleanor!” - -Miss Inglefield rose. - -“Coming, papa,” she answered; but to the astonishment of the -master-at-arms, she did not betray the slightest alarm. She walked -slowly toward the step, her head bent downward in thought; then she -suddenly drew herself up to the full height of her commanding figure, -and faced him. - -“At what time will Mr. Pennington be here?” she demanded. - -“At half-past eleven, at the back gate, miss,” he answered, doubting if -he heard aright. - -“Tell him I shall be ready,” she said; and before he could reply she -had vanished among the vines. - -The master-at-arms stood looking after her for a moment, and then -made his way out of the garden, keeping a bright lookout for Mr. -Inglefield. He found his bulla-carta, after some trouble, in front of -a stray wine-shop which was built in the wall, and into which he dived -precipitately in search of his Jehus. It is to be doubted if either -of them understood the choice maritime invectives that he heaped upon -them impartially for hiding themselves; but they motioned him into -the vehicle with soothing urbanity, and started for the convent above, -blissfully oblivious to the occasional mutterings from within. - -Upon his arrival at the convent, the master-at-arms proceeded, by a -judicious use of Mr. Keegan’s funds, to make arrangements with the -sled-owners, by which every sled was to be ready for descent at eleven -o’clock. He impressed upon them that a large party of gentlemen of -his acquaintance wished to make the descent by moonlight. One and all -promised that it should be as the senhor wished, although each had -his private doubts about the moonlight. This done, the master-at-arms -descended to Funchal, where he found Mr. Keegan awaiting him in the -wine-shop, engaged in making life unbearable for the Portuguese -occupants. On the entrance of the master-at-arms he desisted abruptly -from this pastime, and drew him into a corner. - -“Well, Chimmy, is it a go?” he asked. - -The master-at-arms regarded him in a way that plainly signified his -approbation of such an arch-diplomatist, and then launched into a -glowing description of his share of the transaction, interspersed with -frequent reproaches for not informing him beforehand of the true state -of affairs. Mr. Keegan listened with evident satisfaction. - -“She ain’t goin’ to take no trunks, is she?” he inquired, with some -apprehension. - -The master-at-arms confessed he had forgotten to caution the young lady -on this point. - -“Women, Chimmy,” said Mr. Keegan, profoundly, “will never leave any -spare riggin’ behind if they ain’t made to.” - - - - -II - -[Illustration] - - -Young Ensign Pennington was reclining on the lounge in the smoking-room -of Burroughs’s Hotel, Funchal, in anything but a happy frame of mind. -His travelling-case was at his feet, and his trunks were on board the -steamer which was to leave for England that night. The other occupant -of the room, his friend and classmate Morgan, had assumed an absurdly -awkward position on the table, which he always chose in preference to a -chair, and was doing most of the talking. - -Perhaps nothing could better show the difference between the -temperaments of Pennington and Morgan than their present attitudes. -Under an apparent languor, and a seeming indifference to his own -affairs and those of others, Pennington concealed qualities which -made him, young as he was, one of the most efficient officers in -the service. Morgan, on the other hand, had a continual craving -for excitement, which betrayed itself in every action. Now he was -shifting restlessly from one elbow to the other, while Pennington had -not changed his position since lighting his cigar. Their characters -dovetailed into each other with such nicety that few closer friendships -have been formed than that which existed between them. Morgan’s -impetuosity was offset by Pennington’s inertia, his frankness by -Pennington’s reserve, while they possessed in common certain qualities, -invariably found in a true seaman, which served to cement the bond. -But it was Pennington who wielded the influence, and his was the only -influence which had ever been known to affect Morgan. Their names had -become associated at the naval academy, where Morgan had been stroke of -the crew, of which Pennington had been captain, and since then they had -been separated but little. It had been their singular good fortune--for -the discrepancy between their standings had been great--to take the two -years’ cruise together as midshipmen, and as ensigns they had both been -ordered to the _Denver_. Now, it would seem, the time had come for a -long separation, and each felt as only young fellows who have spent the -best part of their lives under such circumstances can feel, and found -it hard to realise that it might be many years before they would meet. -But gradually Morgan approached a subject which was uppermost in his -mind as well as in Pennington’s. It had always been said of Morgan -that his friends’ troubles worried him more than his own, and perhaps -the chances this particular trouble offered for something hazardous -especially appealed to him. At last he broke in, with characteristic -abruptness:-- - -“Of course it is none of my business, Jack, but when I see you go -off in this way without seeing Miss Inglefield, without even so much -as writing her a line, in spite of the fact that five months ago you -wanted to marry her, I can’t help saying something, for it isn’t much -like you. I tell you what, Jack, you may travel some, but it will be a -devilish long time before you come across another girl like her.” - -Morgan paused, uncertain what the effect of this speech would be; for, -beyond the fact that he had asked Mr. Inglefield for his daughter, and -had been refused, Pennington had told him nothing of the affair. Now -he only smiled a little wearily. - -“It is no use, Dutchman,” he said, in the tone of affectionate -forbearance that he often used with his friend; “that is all past now.” - -“Thanks to your confounded, misplaced principle!” Morgan went on a -trifle warmly. “Renouncing her for a little thing like her father’s -refusal! You might have known what he would have said before you asked -him; I could have told you that. If I cared as much for the girl as you -do, Jack, and she cared as much for me as I know she does for you, I -would take her home with me in spite of all the English in Madeira.” - -“Don’t talk nonsense, Dutchman,” said Pennington, lighting another -cigar; but Morgan noticed that his hand shook a little as he held it, -and this encouraged him. - -“It isn’t as if you were as I am, and only had your pay,” he -remonstrated; “or it isn’t as if you were only knocking the bottom out -of your own life,” he continued, throwing in the arguments as they came -to him. “And perhaps you do not think I know what has been the matter -with you ever since we left here in the spring; but I do, and I call -coming back here fate.” - -“It looks to me as if the department had rather a large share in that,” -replied Pennington, half-heartedly. “But don’t let us worry about it, -Dutchman,” he added, very much in the way he used to quiet his friend -in the old days when they were midshipmen together. It seemed to be his -place to do the comforting, no matter whose the trouble. But now Morgan -would not be comforted. He slid off the table, and went over to the -lounge beside Pennington. - -“Jack,” he began, with an earnestness which surprised even Pennington, -who was used to his ways, “you have a perfect right to ruin your own -life if you want to, although a good many of us would hate to see you -do it; still, that is your own affair; but you haven’t any right to -ruin her life. I’ve seen more of women than you have, and there are -some who get over things of that sort. She never will.” - -Pennington was silent. A party was coming down the veranda singing the -refrain of a hearty English melody. They seated themselves immediately -in front of the windows of the smoking-room and proceeded to light -their pipes. - -“She used to be such a jolly girl,” said one, in answer to some -inaudible remark, “but she never goes anywhere now.” - -Pennington and Morgan listened aimlessly, without well knowing why. -Morgan chafed at the interruption, coming as it did at such a serious -turn in their conversation, and it seemed to banish his last hope of -influencing his friend. The lights in the smoking-room were low, and -the broad, checkered shoulders of the speaker, whose back was turned, -were pushed into the window, his elbows resting on the sill. His Oxford -cap was tilted jauntily on one side of his head, and a pipe, as if to -complete the poise, protruded from the other. The subject thus brought -up seemed an interesting one to the whole party, for those who were -still humming the air stopped to join in the talk. It was evident that -some person was being discussed. - -“Had she been with us to-night we shouldn’t have had such a beastly -slow time,” said another. - -To this there was a unanimous assent. - -“I wonder what is the reason of it all?” he continued. - -“They say it is some chap in the American navy,” volunteered another, -“who was here last spring--” - -But Pennington did not wait to hear any more. He had risen, and his -grasp on Morgan’s arm was like that of a vise. - -“Let’s get out of this, Dutchman,” he said. - -Morgan followed him out of the room. Pennington stalked through -the corridors at a pace he found it difficult to keep up with, and -through the office, where Mr. Burroughs, the proprietor, was reading -the _London Times_ of the week before. He glanced at the two with -the air of a man who has long since ceased trying to account for -American idiosyncrasies, and then resumed his reading. At the hotel -entrance Pennington brought up against a man who was coming in out -of the darkness; the force of the impact, and the heavy blow of the -travelling-case against the knees, would have been sufficient to stun -an ordinary mortal. - -But Mr. Keegan was not an ordinary mortal. He waived Pennington’s -apologies, saluted him, and then thrust his hands into his pockets with -his customary nonchalance. Both Pennington and Morgan stood regarding -him in no little surprise, and waited for him to speak. Mr. Keegan -rolled his tobacco from one cheek to the other, and surveyed them with -deliberation. - -“You’re the very gentleman I’m lookin’ for, Mr. Pennington,” he said at -length; “but I weren’t expectin’ to run again’ you so soon.” This was -literal, if nothing else. - -“Neither was I, Keegan, to tell the truth,” replied Pennington, smiling -in spite of himself as he picked up the travelling-case. “I was sorry -you were not on board when I left the ship,” he added, “for I wanted to -see you before I went.” - -Mr. Keegan evidently thought this speech perfunctory, for he paid no -attention to it. - -“I come up here to remind you of somethin’ you must have forgot, sir. -Have you got all your stuff aboard, Mr. Pennington?” he asked. - -Pennington was puzzled. Mr. Keegan did not look as if he had been -drinking; but then Pennington remembered that Mr. Keegan’s appearance -was never materially altered under such circumstances. He had seen him -in a state of inebriation more than once. - -“I do not remember to have forgotten anything, Keegan,” he answered. “I -sent all my baggage out this afternoon.” - -“How about your tickets, sir?” - -Pennington would have resented this catechism from any other petty -officer, but from Mr. Keegan somehow it did not seem an impertinence. -He had always been interested in his welfare. - -“The agent was to have my ticket for me at ten, Keegan,” said -Pennington. “Why?” - -“Nothing sir,” said Mr. Keegan, with admirable unconcern, “except the -master-at-arms and me knows of a certain lady as would like to go with -you, sir, if you cared about takin’ her.” - -Pennington looked bewildered; but Morgan, who had been listening with -increasing astonishment, realised the purport of this intelligence at -once. He grasped Mr. Keegan’s hand excitedly. - -“Tell her Mr. Pennington will take her, Keegan; of course he will.” - -“Shut up, Morgan!” said Pennington, beginning to pace the floor, while -Mr. Keegan spat demurely into a convenient flower-vase, and waited. -Finally Pennington faced him abruptly. - -“Who told you this, Keegan?” - -“The lady herself told--” - -“What lady?” - -“Miss Inglefield,” said Mr. Keegan, in no wise abashed. - -“Well?” - -“The lady herself told the master-at-arms, sir. He went up to the -viller this evenin’ to see the seenora what does the cookin’ there, and -came acrost the young lady herself as she was takin’ the air in the -garden.” - -Pennington resumed his pacing. There must be some mistake--certainly -_she_ could not have suggested such a thing. Such is the weight -of prejudice, and such is the iron-bound custom which, even in a -nineteenth century of enlightenment, prevents a woman from speaking her -mind, that Mr. Keegan’s statement was divested of all probable truth by -the idea that the proposition had come from Miss Inglefield. Pennington -could not believe it. - -“What did Miss Inglefield say to the master-at-arms, Keegan?” he asked -a last. - -“She said as all you had to do was to come up there to the back gate at -half-past eleven, sir, and she’d be ready,” Mr. Keegan replied without -hesitation. - -By this time Morgan’s patience was exhausted. - -“Don’t be a fool, Jack,” he said. “Can’t you see you’ve got all you can -do now to get up there by half-past eleven? The girl has twice as much -sand as you have.” - -“If you don’t start now, sir,” put in Mr. Keegan, “there ain’t no use -goin’ at all.” - -“Keegan,” said Pennington,--and the coolness of his speech and the -command of his voice struck both the others as he spoke,--“I have known -you for nearly nine years now, and you are one of the best friends I -have ever had. You have pulled me out of two or three tight places -when I was younger, which I am not likely to forget. In those nine -years you have never deceived me, and I do not think you capable of it; -but from what I know of Miss Inglefield I think it more than probable -that the master-at-arms has misunderstood her. I want to thank you for -this, just the same.” Then, turning to Morgan, he continued: “Can’t you -see, Dutchman, even if there is not a mistake, how impossible it would -be to do what Keegan proposes to-night? Of course I shall wait for the -next steamer now. But there are certain things to be thought of--all -very necessary in their way, and very hard to get in two hours and a -half.” - -“Mr. Pennington,” said Mr. Keegan, gravely, “if Chimmy has made a -mistake on this, then I’m willin’ to enlist in the marine corps -to-morrow.” This was more emphatic than any oath Mr. Keegan could think -of. Then he concluded, with a finality which set further demur at -naught: “There won’t be no trouble about a sky-pilot; there’s one on -the ship ye’re goin’ on as says he will fix things up, and keep quiet -till he does. And about details, there ain’t one you can mention what -ain’t fixed, sir.” - -Whereupon Morgan picked up the travelling-case, and went out, followed -by Mr. Keegan and Pennington, the latter in a state of mind difficult -to describe, and one not at all within the comprehension of either -Morgan or Mr. Keegan. Mr. Keegan had brought up three horses, one of -which he mounted himself, while Morgan mounted another, and Pennington -mechanically got on the third. They started off at as quick a pace -as the law would permit, the runners keeping silently along by their -sides. Burroughs’s Hotel was situated on an eminence to the west -of the town, while the Inglefield villa lay on the slopes to the -northward. The road led for some distance along the high cliffs which -skirt the harbor, where the anchor lights of the vessels twinkled and -danced. Pennington could distinguish the _Denver_ by her white sides -and her uncompromising, bulky form, revealed by the electric lights of -the big black steamer hardly a stone’s throw away from her. But his -thoughts were not on the _Denver_; he was looking at the smoke already -pouring out of the pipes of the steamer; it was time--hardly two hours. -And, perhaps, then--“What nonsense!” he exclaimed to himself, half -aloud. It could not be possible that this girl, who had refused him -with such firmness only five months ago, would even consent to such a -madcap undertaking as this, much less propose one. Still Mr. Keegan -seemed, as usual, to be sure of himself, and to know what he was -doing. That worthy headed the column, whistling softly a rather dubious -air he had picked up in a Bowery theatre the year before. Mr. Keegan’s -horsemanship was none of the best; when the pace quickened to a trot he -managed to keep on, however, and comforted himself with the reflection -that it was too dark for the Dago heelers to criticise. By the time -they reached the town its narrow streets were almost deserted, and the -wine-shops were beginning to close. Mr. Keegan reined in his horse, and -waited for the others to come up. - -“That there ticket agent has got to be held, Mr. Morgan,” he said. - -Morgan was wise enough to see the force of this, and also that they -stood a better chance of success if Mr. Keegan went up with Pennington. -Although it was a bitter disappointment to him not to take a more -material part in the attempt than “holding” the agent, he acquiesced -at once, and had ridden off before Pennington could expostulate. - -“Now, sir,” remarked Mr. Keegan, “we ain’t got no time to burn gettin’ -up that hill.” - -They clattered over the stones in defiance of a municipal law, and -were soon on the ascent. Except for an occasional lamp at the entrance -to a villa, it was so dark that they could scarcely make out the -high walls on each side of them. Once or twice Pennington had almost -decided to go back, but Mr. Keegan pushed ahead with such diligence, -as if there could be no possible doubt of the outcome, that Pennington -kept on after him. As they passed under one of the dim lights in the -wall a sled shot by, in which Pennington made out, smoking with great -complacency, two of the _Denver’s_ liberty party. - -“You have managed this well, Keegan,” said Pennington, as he pulled up -beside him. - -“Chimmy is doin’ that, sir,” Mr. Keegan replied modestly; “he is -up there gettin’ ’em started.” And then he added, with a touch of -satisfaction, “Unless the old one has a roller-coaster, he ain’t got -much show this evenin’.” - -Pennington was not in a position to express his sentiments in this -matter, but he found himself fervently hoping that Mr. Inglefield was -not provided with anything so fatal to his chances of success. The -master-at-arms was evidently doing his duty thoroughly, and each sled -that passed them tended more and more to convince him of the method in -Mr. Keegan’s madness. Pennington began to think that, after all, there -must be some foundation for his statements. - -They urged on their horses, which by this time were fairly tired of the -rapid climbing, Mr. Keegan cursing the “heelers,” as he called them, -when they growled at the speed, and in the next breath offering them -another dollar apiece. After what seemed an age to Pennington, they -arrived opposite a recess in the wall, where Mr. Keegan drew up. - -“Is that you, Chimmy?” he called out in a stage whisper. - -The master-at-arms emerged. - -“How about things, Chimmy?” Mr. Keegan inquired. “Is they all down?” - -“All down but that there,” responded the master-at-arms, pointing -over his shoulder. Just at this moment it struck him that a coasting -sled accommodated but two; and how he and Mr. Keegan were to escape -the clutches of the irate father-in-law elect was a point he had not -previously considered. - -“Well, I’ll be----, Dennis!” he exclaimed profanely. - -But Mr. Keegan, who divined his thoughts, refrained from censure. He -was quick to make a virtue out of necessity. - -“That ain’t no matter, Chimmy,” he said consolingly; “if the old -one wastes any time tryin’ to pinch us, he’ll never get hold of Mr. -Pennington there.” - -Pennington struck a match, and looked at his watch; it was twenty-five -minutes after eleven. - -“It is time we were there, Keegan,” he said. - -This was virtually an admission in Mr. Keegan’s favour, and Mr. Keegan -knew it. Having had a very thorough understanding of Pennington’s -character, he had appreciated the magnitude and delicacy of his -undertaking, and had handled that gentleman to perfection, as we have -seen. If he felt any exultation now he did not show it, for he only -cautioned the master-at-arms, by way of reply, to stay by the sled, and -not to trust the Dago out of his sight. - -Pennington and Mr. Keegan started up as noiselessly as they might, -keeping close to the wall. The darkness was so intense that they were -obliged to feel for the gate, and their footfalls sounded to Pennington -like gunshots in the oppressive silence. After a prolonged search, and -just as they were on the point of going back to the master-at-arms for -more accurate information, Pennington came to a break. - -“Here it is, Keegan,” he whispered; “I can feel the hinges.” - -They tried the latch, but the gate was locked. Mr. Keegan bent down to -the keyhole, and gave a low whistle; but there was no response. “I’ll -get over, Mr. Pennington,” he said; “give me your shoulder, sir.” - -Mr. Keegan was soon on top of the wall, whence he slid easily down on -the other side, and Pennington could hear him trying the lock. - -“I’ll just reconnoitre up the yard a bit, Mr. Pennington,” he called -through the keyhole; “you stay there, sir.” - -As Pennington waited outside the gate, and minute after minute slipped -by, all his misgivings returned. He began to feel like a criminal, and, -what was worse, like a fool. He might have known, he told himself, that -this was all an imagination of the master-at-arms, and he wondered that -as practical a man as Mr. Keegan had been duped by it. It was a choice -business, too, for an officer in the United States Navy to be mixed -up in. What a delectable story it would make when it became known in -the service! It was not that he did not love the girl; he reflected -bitterly on Morgan’s words, and felt they were only too true. He -remembered how his heart had sunk into his boots when he had heard they -were to be ordered back to Madeira, and decided then to leave, if his -orders were there, by the first steamer. And now by the well-meaning -but misguided interference of his old friend Mr. Keegan, aided and -abetted by Morgan and the master-at-arms, he was plunged again into -the depths of misery, and, moreover, likely to be held up to his -fellow-officers as an object of ridicule. - -Then the things which had happened the last time he saw her began -to crowd into his mind. How distinctly he recalled them--just what -she had worn, and just what she had said! She would never marry him -without her father’s consent, and she doubted very much whether her -father would give it. She was standing beside a rose bush at the time; -he could see her now--the bush itself was only on the other side of -that gate. So he had gone into the house to find Mr. Inglefield, and -had left her in the garden looking after him. It was as this painful -point in his recollections was reached that Pennington thought he -heard footsteps on the other side of the wall. He listened intently; it -seemed as if there was another step besides Mr. Keegan’s. It must be -his imagination, he told himself. Then there came the sound of a key -turning in the lock, the gate opened, and some one came out. - -It was not Mr. Keegan. - -“Jack!” exclaimed the person. - -“Eleanor!” exclaimed Pennington. - -Mr. Keegan closed the door, and discreetly locked it again, putting the -key in his pocket. He remained silently contemplating the two for an -instant, for they had apparently forgotten his existence, and then he -laid his hand on Pennington’s arm. - -“Better belay that now, Mr. Pennington,” he said, “and get under way.” -Here Mr. Keegan was forced to get rid of a certain amount of tobacco. -“Keep a good full, Mr. Pennington, and God bless you both, sir!” - -Pennington grasped Mr. Keegan’s hand, and wrung it. - -“Eleanor,” he said simply, “this is my old friend, Mr. Keegan. It will -take me a long time to tell you how much we owe to him.” - -“Never mind that, sir,” answered Mr. Keegan, as he took off his cap, -and rubbed his eyes suspiciously with the sleeve of his muster jacket. -“And, miss,” he continued, by way of acknowledgment of a very graceful -speech Miss Inglefield had made him, “you’ve got the finest young -officer in the navy.” - -“The very finest,” Mr. Keegan repeated to himself, when they had gone; -“she has sure got a prize.” He sat down against the wall, and began -to feel very unhappy, so much so as to become totally careless as to -pursuit or capture. It was thus his friend the master-at-arms found -him, or rather fell over him, some ten minutes afterward. - -“Anything yet from the old one, Dennis?” he inquired. - -Mr. Keegan rose. - -“He may get on to it now,” he said, “and he may get on to it to-morrow. -We’ll just stand by a spell, in case he gets uneasy. You boost me up, -Chimmy, till I see if there’s a light in the house.” - -Mr. Keegan got on the wall and immediately threw himself down on his -face. - -“There’s two of ’em comin’ this way with lanterns, Chimmy,” he -whispered, “and I think one of them’s the old one.” - -“How long ago was this, Jennings?” said a voice which, although greatly -agitated, the master-at-arms recognised as one he had heard before. - -“Habout ten minutes, sir, it might ’ave been.” - -“Why didn’t you call me before--at once?” - -“Hi thought as it was Perdita and that sailor as used to come to see -her sometimes, sir.” - -Then followed a period occupied by tentative efforts on the gate, -during which the master-at-arms was becoming decidedly nervous. - -“Thanks to your--conjectures, Jennings, Miss Inglefield has gone off -with a--” - -Jennings was not enlightened; his efforts on the gate had been -unremitting, and just at this critical moment it fell heavily outward. -Mr. Inglefield rushed out, holding the lantern the height of his face, -and peered down the hill; but the master-at-arms had disappeared in the -darkness. - -“You go up to the convent as fast as you can post, Jennings,” he said; -“I shall wait for you here.” - -Jennings departed in double time up the hill, while Mr. Inglefield -walked restlessly up and down. Mr. Keegan was anxiously considering -the possibility of there being another sled at the convent, which the -master-at-arms had overlooked, when Perdita arrived on the scene, -breathless, and trouble written in every line of her face. - -“Ah, senhor,” she exclaimed, “the senhorita!” - -The master of the villa grasped her by both shoulders. - -“You knew of this, Perdita,” he said sternly. - -“No, senhor, no; I assure you I know nothing.” - -“Jennings tells me he saw your friend with Miss Eleanor.” - -“I know not what you mean, senhor,” Perdita disclaimed excitedly; and -then, falling back for fluency on her native tongue, she poured forth -a torrent of protestations. Her efforts, however, plainly failed to -convince Mr. Inglefield. Apparently he entertained the same distrust of -her race as did Mr. Keegan, for he leaned wearily against the wall, and -motioned her to cease. - -“That will do, Perdita,” he said, whereupon the senhora found relief in -tears. - -The wall about Mr. Inglefield’s villa was so hard and uneven, and Mr. -Keegan was becoming so cramped in his position, that he was thinking of -letting himself down on the inside when Jennings was heard returning. -He was accompanied by two or three Portuguese from the convent, but, to -Mr. Keegan’s great relief, was without the sled. When the circumstance -of the liberty party became known to Mr. Inglefield, he said a great -many things Mr. Keegan expected him to say, but he added a few remarks -about Pennington which Mr. Keegan had not anticipated. Finally the -denunciation of that gentleman became so vigorous that Mr. Keegan could -stand it no longer. - -“He is a sneaking scoundrel!” declared Mr. Inglefield. - -Here Mr. Keegan slid down from the wall, and approached the irate but -astonished father with a somewhat rolling but easy gait. He carefully -looked him over, from force of habit perhaps, before accosting him. - -“Mr. Inglefield,” he began, very much as if he were addressing a -water-butt, “I took your feelin’s into account before comin’ for’ard, -sir; but I ain’t goin’ to stand by and listen to no such things about -Mr. Pennington as you was givin’ vent to.” - -[Illustration: THE ELOPEMENT.] - -Mr. Inglefield managed to recover himself sufficiently, during the -interval occupied by Mr. Keegan in transferring his tobacco to the -other cheek, to exclaim angrily:-- - -“Who the deuce are you, sir, and what are you doing on my wall?” - -“I know this here come rather suddin,” Mr. Keegan went on, without -taking the trouble to answer the question; “but I want to say right now -there ain’t no finer young man anywhere, and that this here business -wasn’t his fault.” - -“Wasn’t his fault!” roared Mr. Inglefield. - -“No, sir,” said Mr. Keegan, coolly; “it was me what fixed the thing -up. It was me what got your daughter to consent to it, and brought Mr. -Pennington up here to get her; and if you ain’t blessin’ me for it some -day I’m a sergeant of marines.” - -“You!” repeated Mr. Inglefield, in a species of stupefaction. - -Now it so happened that the master-at-arms, who had remained concealed -some distance down the hill, heard the commotion, and became possessed -with the idea that his friend Mr. Keegan was getting into trouble. He -arrived on the scene just at this instant. - -“Now, Mr. Inglefield,” Mr. Keegan continued, glancing around at the -faces about the lantern, “this here ain’t no place to talk private -matters; but if you’ll take the trouble to step inside with us, me and -Chimmy’ll try to give you a loocid report of this here, sir.” - -“Come inside, by all means, if you can throw any light on this rascally -business,” said Mr. Inglefield, picking up the lantern, and leading the -way to the house. The others followed. - -“Dennis,” said the master-at-arms to Mr. Keegan, pulling him by the -sleeve, “there ain’t no use of my goin’ in there; you knows how to -handle the old one. I’ll be payin’ the seenora that little call I -missed this afternoon.” - - * * * * * - -Mr. and Mrs. Pennington, or the master-at-arms, for that matter, -never knew precisely how Mr. Keegan “handled the old one” during the -half-hour he was closeted with him. Mr. Keegan, of course, would never -tell. All he could be induced to say, when questioned on the subject by -the master-at-arms, was:-- - -“He went in like a lion and come out like a lamb, didn’t he, Chimmy?” - -The master-at-arms admitted that he did. - -“Well, Chimmy,” he would reply, solemnly blinking his little eyes, -“that there’s all there is to it.” - -In the service journal, which is published in New York, there appeared -the following item:-- - -“A most interesting and novel wedding took place on Thursday, October -31, at Funchal, Madeira, on board the steamer _Southampton_ of the -Union Line. Ensign John R. Pennington, U.S.N., married Miss Eleanor -Inglefield, daughter of Robert Inglefield, Esq., of Ravenside, long and -eminently connected with the British diplomatic service. The bride and -groom left immediately for England. In consequence of Mr. Pennington’s -hurried departure, the wedding was a surprise even to his brother -officers of the _Denver_. The young couple are now at Newport, where -Ensign Pennington is stationed; and it is understood that the bride’s -father will spend the winter with them.” - - * * * * * - -The report was true, for before the Denver left Funchal the Inglefield -villa was closed, and the senhora reigned supreme there; and Mr. -Inglefield had gone to see his new son-in-law at Newport, and to pay -his first visit to the United States. - -As for Mr. Keegan, he now owns a large gold chain, attached to a large -gold watch, of which he is very proud, and which he wears on all -occasions. On the outside of the case is the monogram “D.K.,” very -handsomely engraved, and on the inside a mysterious inscription, the -purport of which Mr. Keegan has never disclosed, but which is thought -to be expressive of the everlasting gratitude of two people. - -Nor has his friend the master-at-arms been forgotten. - - MR. WINSTON CHURCHILL, like Mr. WISTER and Mr. CRAWFORD, has a deeper - claim than residence and choice of subjects give, to the name of - “American author,” since New England blood dating back on both sides - to the sixteen hundreds, Southern birth, and a training in the United - States Naval Academy at Annapolis were united in his equipment. But - after only a brief service in the navy he resigned his commission and - definitely followed the leading of his literary tastes. He was for a - short period with _The Army and Navy Journal_, during which time his - first short story, “Mr. Keegan’s Elopement,” was published in _The - Century Magazine_. Mr. CHURCHILL became an editor of _The Cosmopolitan - Magazine_, but left that again, to be more free for continuous - original work than the routine duties connected with a monthly - magazine permit. - - His first book appeared in 1897,--“The Celebrity,” written in a - vein of the liveliest comedy; but even then the first of his series - of novels, which cover characteristic phases of American social - development and will when completed present a picture of national life - such as is not only unequalled, but has never been even attempted in - its breadth and entirety, was well under way. - - Certainly “The Celebrity,” although recognized as-- - - “an extremely clever piece of work that is likely to be popular as it - deserves” (_Boston Transcript_), as “such a piece of inimitable comedy - in a literary way, as has not appeared for years; the purest, keenest - fun” (_Chicago Inter-Ocean_), as “a humorously sensational novel of - a rather unusual kind, decidedly original and entertaining, one of - the best pieces of construction that has appeared in a long while ... - an altogether clever and out-of-the-way sort of book” (_Philadelphia - Evening Telegraph_), - -did not lead the critics to prophesy any such a second novel as Mr. -CHURCHILL’S “Richard Carvel,” which was described as-- - - “seldom if ever surpassed by an American romance, in breadth of - canvas, massing of dramatic effect, depth of feeling, and rare - wholesomeness of spirit.”--_Chicago Tribune._ - - “‘Richard Carvel’ is one of the most brilliant works of imagination of - the decade. It breathes the spirit of true romance in a way that is - truly fascinating.”--_Philadelphia Press._ - - “The charm of the book, which is very great, lies in the vividness - of its pictures of the life of London and the colonies in those - picturesque days when the spirit of revolution was slowly but surely - developing.” - - --_Washington Times._ - - -Coming just a year later, Mr. CHURCHILL’S next great novel, “The -Crisis,” dealt as effectively with the questions and scenes of the -Civil War as did the earlier story with the struggle between the -colonies and the mother country. 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Cushing & <abbr title="company">Co.</abbr>—Berwick & Smith <abbr title="company">Co.</abbr><br /> - Norwood, <abbr title="Massachusetts">Mass.</abbr>, U.S.A. -</p> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="ILLUSTRATIONS">ILLUSTRATIONS</h2> -</div> - - -<table class="autotable"> -<tr> -<th class="tdr" colspan="2"> -FACING PAGE -</th> -</tr> -<tr> -<td> -<a href="#img003">Portrait of Winston Churchill</a> -</td> -<td class="tdr"> -<a href="#img003"><i>Frontispiece</i></a> -</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td> -<a href="#img005">“He sat back behind the curtains of his ‘bulla-carta’”</a> -</td> -<td class="tdr"> -<a href="#Page_21">21</a> -</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td> -<a href="#img007">The Elopement</a> -</td> -<td class="tdr"> -<a href="#Page_68">68</a> -</td> -</tr> -</table> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</span></p> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p class="center p2"><span class="figcenter" id="img004"> - <img src="images/004.jpg" class="w50" alt="Decorative header" /> -</span></p> - -<p class="center xbig">MR. KEEGAN’S ELOPEMENT</p> - - -<hr class="r5" /> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="I">I</h2> -</div> - - - - -<div> - <img class="drop-cap" src="images/dc_t.jpg" width="100" height="113" alt=""/> -</div> - -<p class="drop-cap"><span class="upper-case">The</span> northeast wind was very fresh that morning, and drove the seas -before it briskly; but the <i>Denver</i> went at each of them in her -bulldog fashion, and buried her white nose in them, and showered the -crests of those which were specially boisterous in glistening spray -over her forecastle. In the east the October sun was just beginning to -peep over the sea-line, while to the northward lay the great mountain -island of Madeira, already changing, by the magic touch of the light, -from a phantom grey to that living green so dear to the eyes of a -seaman.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</span> Soon signs of life began to appear; a village could be made -out nestling in each of the valleys which furrowed the mountain-side, -while yellow villas dotted its wooded slopes. In a bight at the south -base, white in the morning sunlight, lay the town of Funchal, in front -of which, like a huge sentinel, knee-deep, stood a towering rock -crowned with a fort, reminding one of a castle on a chess-board.</p> - -<p><abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan, chief boatswain’s mate of the <i>Denver</i>, and his -friend, Jimmy Legs,<a id="FNanchor_1" href="#Footnote_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a> the master-at-arms, sat on the weather side of -the forecastle, under the forward eight-inch turret, with the collars -of their pea-coats turned well up over their ears, taking a morning -smoke. <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan had a keen eye for the beautiful, and it was his wont -on such occasions to sit in silence for as<span class="pagenum" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</span> much as an hour at a time. -The master-at-arms, being a ’tween-decks man, delighted in watching the -seas break over the bows, although this amusement not infrequently cost -him a wetting and a pipeful of tobacco.</p> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a id="Footnote_1" href="#FNanchor_1" class="label">[1]</a> The name given to the master-at-arms aboard ship.</p> - -</div> - -<p><abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan was a young man with reddish hair and small, expressionless -blue eyes, and his Christian name was Dennis. He had a round, full -face, abnormally so on one side because of the large piece of navy -plug which invariably distended it. I have said that he was chief -boatswain’s mate of the <i>Denver</i>, for the reason that he was so -known at the department, and drew his pay as such. But, as a matter of -fact, <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan’s status, and the scope of his influence on board that -ship, would be as hard to define as the duties of the captain set forth -in the new regulations. His friend the master-at-arms consulted him -on all matters of importance; the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</span> junior officers of the ship never -interfered with anything he might be doing; and the seniors showed -unwonted deference to his opinions.</p> - -<p>As the <i>Denver</i> drew more and more under the lee of the land the -whitecaps subsided into lateral swells, and the wind was no longer -felt. On board active preparations were being made for coming to -anchor, but with that noticeable absence of noise and bustle which is -so characteristic of a modern man-of-war. Boat crews were clearing -their boats for hoisting out, the lashings were being taken off the -gangways, and the booms were ready to drop with the anchor. The -master-at-arms shook the ashes out of his pipe, and broke the silence.</p> - -<p>“I hate to see that young feller go, Dennis,” he said.</p> - -<p><abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan evidently understood clearly who the young person alluded<span class="pagenum" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</span> -to in this somewhat indefinite regret was, for he answered:—</p> - -<p>“He’s the finest young fellow in the navy, Chimmy; you can put that -down.”</p> - -<p>“I hear the navigator say,” the master-at-arms went on, “there ain’t no -doubt but what he gets his orders for home when we strikes in here.”</p> - -<p><abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan fell into reminiscence.</p> - -<p>“There’s two cadet cruises I took with him,—him and <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Morgan,—and -wild cruises they was, too. There ain’t much I wouldn’t do for both -of them young fellers; they’re two of a kind, and then they ain’t.” -But before <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan could explain this apparent contradiction he -was called upon to pipe all hands to breakfast. He watched the men -reflectively as they filed below.</p> - -<p>“Do you mind that English young lady as <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Pennington was consortin’ -with when we was here before, Chimmy, in the spring?”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</span></p> - -<p>The master-at-arms recalled her well.</p> - -<p>“Mark my words, Chimmy,” said <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan, impressively, as he went down -the hatch, “he’ll be takin’ her home with him.”</p> - -<p>Now the master-at-arms was inclined to doubt this. He was a personal -friend of the senhora who did the cooking at the villa where the young -lady lived, and the senhora had told him a great deal about the affair -in question. How <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Pennington and <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Morgan were in the habit of -going to the villa almost every evening, and how <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Morgan talked to -the young lady’s father on the veranda, while <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Pennington and the -young lady spent their time in the garden below or in the summer-house; -and finally, a day or so before the ship sailed, how <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Pennington -had asked her father a question (the character of which the senhora -could only conjecture), and then had left the villa in haste. She<span class="pagenum" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</span> had -afterward overheard the young lady’s father express himself on the -subject of naval officers, against whom he seemed to be particularly -prejudiced. All of this the master-at-arms had confided to <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan -at the time; but nevertheless, <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan had predicted trouble.</p> - -<p>“He ain’t goin’ to heave to for the old one’s blessin’,” that worthy -had said contemptuously; “not if I know <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Pennington, he ain’t. He’ll -go back and get her when he gets a chance.” At that time the people -of the <i>Denver</i> had not expected the ship to be ordered back to -Madeira.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>Afternoon found <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan and the master-at-arms going ashore in a -surf-boat. They both sat in the stern, and the buttons on their new -mustering-clothes shone like bright-work. <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan was more than -usually silent<span class="pagenum" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</span> and preoccupied, and when they arrived at the pier, -instead of having his customary argument with the boatman over the -fare, <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan gave the man a dollar, greatly to the astonishment and -indignation of his side partner, the master-at-arms. <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan paid no -attention whatever to his friend’s protestations, but climbed the stone -steps, and led the way up the main street to the Plaza, where he turned -into a wine-shop, and sat down at one of the tables.</p> - -<p>“We’re not drinking to-day, you Dago,” he said, in response to the -smiling inquiry of the proprietor. “Porto some cigarettos!” Thus having -aired his Portuguese, and obtained the desired articles, <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan -produced a roll of bills from his pocket, which he had just received -from the paymaster, and proceeded to count them over carefully.</p> - -<p>“There, Chimmy,” he remarked, rolling his tobacco from one cheek to -the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</span> other, as he laid the pile on the table; “I don’t get full this -time, nor you don’t; what’s more, I don’t lend none of the bullies -money. But if this here seventy-three dollars can help <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Pennington -to get that there English young lady, and take her off in the packet -to-night, he’s welcome to it; that’s all.” This was a very long speech -for <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan to make.</p> - -<p>“Is he going to try it, Dennis?” asked the master-at-arms, -incredulously.</p> - -<p>“Is he goin’ to try it?” <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan repeated witheringly. “Ain’t you -ashamed, what’s been three years with him, for that there remark?”</p> - -<p>The master-at-arms puffed at his cigarette in silence, and evidently -felt the force of the rebuke.</p> - -<p>“Yes, Chimmy,” <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan went on in a milder tone, “he is going to try -it;” and then he added, with an air of great secrecy, “He is leavin’ a -good<span class="pagenum" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</span> deal of the particulars to you and me.”</p> - -<p>Whereupon he unfolded a plan to the master-at-arms, who could not but -wonder at its wisdom and completeness. It would almost seem as if -<abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan had conducted a similar elopement on his own account. <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> -Keegan’s powers of locution were not great, but he had a remarkable -knack of conveying his meaning, the more remarkable because his face -was absolutely without expression, and he never used any gestures. -Perhaps one of the secrets of his ability to express himself lay -in the fact that he alternated in his methods of explanation, now -putting his hearers to shame at their stupidity, now leaving out a -palpable conclusion, that they might give themselves credit for unusual -perception. In any case, he never said any more than he had to.</p> - -<p>“Now,” he concluded, when he had<span class="pagenum" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</span> gone into every detail, “you have got -your sailin’ orders, Chimmy. Get your friend, the senhora, to tell the -young lady what I told you. We can’t take no big trunks—nothin’ but a -small kit. I’ll be makin’ sure of a boat and a sky-pilot, and be here -at two bells.”</p> - -<p>The master-at-arms went out into the Plaza, and hired a -<i>bulla-carta</i>. A bulla-carta is in reality a covered sled, -provided with curtains, and drawn by two oxen. For the proper -management of these vehicles, according to Portuguese ideas, two -men are necessary. One goes ahead, in order to check any ambitious -intentions on the part of the oxen, and apparently does the guiding. -The duties of the other are harder to define: he receives the fare -incidentally, and urges on the oxen in those plaintive, wailing tones -which he who has been to Madeira can never forget, and which incline -him to believe that the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</span> Portuguese language is one of lamentation. As -<abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan tersely remarked, everything is “on skates” in Madeira. The -streets of Funchal are paved with small lava blocks, set on end, and -polished to a degree that makes walking dangerous to people who wear -the shoes of civilisation. Hence the owners of the bulla-cartas do a -thriving business with foreigners, especially up the slope, where a -false step is fraught with no inconsiderable consequences.</p> -<p class="center p2"><span class="figcenter" id="img005"> - <img src="images/005.jpg" class="w50" alt="He sat back behind the curtains of his bulla-carta" /> -</span></p> -<p class="center caption">“<span class="smcap">He sat back behind the curtains of his -‘bulla-carta.’</span>”</p> - -<p>It was up the hillside, or rather up the first slopes of the mountain, -that the villa to which the master-at-arms was going was situated. Few -visit Madeira who do not take that delightful ride up the mountain on -horseback, and experience the delirium of the coast down, over the -polished stones, in a wicker sled. Ascending, the traveller looks -from his saddle over the high yellow walls on each hand into inviting -gardens<span class="pagenum" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</span> of tropical luxuriance, their shade trees often completely -arching the way over his head. But the master-at-arms cared nothing -about looking into the gardens, and had a sailor’s prejudice against -horses; he discreetly preferred the bulla-carta. Even the picturesque -procession of wine-growers which he met coming down the mountain, with -skins slung over their shoulders, made no more of an impression on him -than if they had been a draft of new hands. He sat back behind the -curtains of his bulla-carta, and smoked brown-paper cigarettes, and -meditated on the gravity of his mission; and he wondered whether the -senhora would look with favour on the plan. Only once, when he had to -turn out for a fat ecclesiastic from the convent above, was he aroused -from these reflections. The priest was descending at a pace which would -have defied a trolley-car, but sat in his sled<span class="pagenum" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</span> with as much equanimity -as if he were pronouncing a benediction, his guide deftly balanced on -the runners behind.</p> - -<p>“He’s sure swift for a holy father!” the master-at-arms exclaimed -aloud, lifting the curtains in order to obtain a better view of the -vanishing figure; “but Dennis ain’t hirin’ him for the ceremony—you -can’t trust them Dagos even for splicin’.”</p> - -<p>It was almost dusk when the master-at-arms recognised the back gate -of <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Inglefield’s villa, and directed the gentleman at the side to -draw up, which he accomplished with a great deal of unnecessary noise. -Thereupon the master-at-arms alighted, and designated a point a little -higher up for the men to wait for him. Then he opened the gate, and -cautiously entered the garden. He sat down under a banana tree to hit -upon some method of attracting the senhora’s attention; for the hour -was<span class="pagenum" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</span> unusual for a call, and the senhora was undoubtedly engaged in the -kitchen. As the villa was on a rather steep portion of the slope, the -house was considerably higher than the garden, its broad piazza being -among the tree-tops. Here was a predicament! If he waited until the -senhora finished cooking the dinner, put on her evening gown, and came -down to the little porch where she received her callers, all would be -lost. Bearing in mind the sentiments concerning his profession which -the owner of the villa had expressed at various times, it was out of -the question for him to go to the senhora, as he would undoubtedly be -seen by <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Inglefield from the veranda. While he was vainly trying to -hit upon an expedient, wishing ardently the while that <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan might -have undertaken this matter himself, he heard the rustle of a woman’s -skirts coming down the path. His first<span class="pagenum" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</span> impulse was to climb the tree, -but on second thought he decided to sit still; it was getting dark, and -he might not be seen where he was.</p> - -<p>He had barely reached this decision when there appeared in the path, -directly before him, a young girl. She was tall and fair, with that -wealth of colour peculiar to English women; and as she stood there -in the twilight, shading her eyes with her hand, the master-at-arms -was transported with admiration. From where she stood one could look -through an opening in the trees far out into the harbour, and he had -no doubt that fortune had thrown him in the way of Miss Inglefield -herself, and that she was looking at the <i>Denver</i>. He rose, -took off his cap, and coughed slightly to attract her attention. At -the sound the girl dropped her hand quickly, and turned toward him, -without, however, betraying the least alarm; her<span class="pagenum" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</span> manner was a mixture -of surprise and self-possession. The master-at-arms was anything but -self-possessed; he was, on the contrary, very much disconcerted. Miss -Inglefield, for it was she, waited for him to speak; but at length, -despairing of this, she spoke herself:—</p> - -<p>“Did you wish to see any one?”</p> - -<p>The voice was softer than any the master-at-arms had ever heard, and -its tones were so kind that he took heart.</p> - -<p>“Yes, miss,” he answered; “I guess it’s you I want to see.”</p> - -<p>“Me?” she exclaimed, in evident wonder.</p> - -<p>“I’m from the <i>Denver</i>, miss,” he explained.</p> - -<p>The master-at-arms watched the girl keenly to see what effect this -announcement would have, but if her colour deepened it was too dark to -notice it.</p> - -<p>“So you are from the <i>Denver</i>, and wish to see me,” she answered. -“If<span class="pagenum" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</span> that is the case, I think it would be well, for many reasons, to -retire to the summer-house.”</p> - -<p>She picked up her white skirts, and led the way down a secluded path -lined with vines to a little arbour in the corner of the garden. The -master-at-arms followed, not without misgivings concerning his ability -to handle a mission of such delicacy as this promised to be. The -ease and dignity of her bearing, and the simplicity of her speech, -completely mystified him; he had expected any reception but this. When -they reached the summer-house, she motioned him toward a wicker bench, -and sat down beside him.</p> - -<p>“I think we shall be safe from interruption here,” she said, with a -smile of encouragement; and then she added, “Did any one send you?”</p> - -<p>Although the master-at-arms thought the question a trifle strange, he -could not but admit that it was pertinent.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</span></p> - -<p>“Dennis Keegan sent me, miss,” he replied.</p> - -<p>“Dennis Keegan! And you wish to see me—are you sure?”</p> - -<p>There was such an evident note of disappointment in this that the -master-at-arms was more puzzled than ever. Was it possible that <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> -Pennington had not told her about Dennis?</p> - -<p>“Dennis is the man who is actin’ for <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Pennington, you know, -miss—sorter under his orders.”</p> - -<p>But Miss Inglefield, greatly to his discomfiture, did not seem to grasp -the situation in the least.</p> - -<p>“Who are you?” she demanded, with a touch of impatience.</p> - -<p>“I’m the master-at-arms of the <i>Denver</i>, miss,” he answered, in a -tone of injured dignity.</p> - -<p>“But the orders you speak of, what are they? I do not quite understand.”</p> - -<p>What were the orders? There began<span class="pagenum" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</span> to dawn on the master-at-arms, from -various things he had noticed in Miss Inglefield’s conversation and -manner, a suspicion that she had had no previous intimation of the -communication he was about to impart. This was a point which had not -been touched upon by <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan. He was in a quandary. To withdraw -now might injure <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Pennington’s honour, and, besides, make things -exceedingly unpleasant for him, the master-at-arms. But if <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan -had by any chance made a mistake, to go on would involve <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Pennington -in a difficulty the gravity of which the master-at-arms had not -before considered. But his faith in <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan, and the fear of his -displeasure, finally predominated.</p> - -<p>“You see, miss,” he began, “the reason I come up here, and not Dennis, -was this: I happen to be acquainted with the seenora as does the -cookin’<span class="pagenum" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</span> for you, and Dennis he said for me to tell this here to the -seenora, and the seenora—”</p> - -<p>“Has <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Pennington sent a note?” Miss Inglefield broke in, in despair.</p> - -<p>“A note!” the master-at-arms repeated deprecatingly; “he never insulted -me or Dennis with a note yet, miss.”</p> - -<p>“Please go on, then, quickly,” she said; “I may be called at any -minute.”</p> - -<p>“There ain’t nothin’ to it exceptin’ this, miss,” he began, in no wise -to be hurried, however: “<abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Pennington’s time’s up on the ship to-day, -and he has bought tickets for <em>two</em>”—the master-at-arms thought -the inference a very happy one, and emphasised the numeral—“on the -steamer what leaves to-night. Then he goes to Dennis Keegan, who’s been -on many a cruise with him in’s younger days, and in many a tight place, -too, and he says, ‘Keegan, there’s<span class="pagenum" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</span> a young lady what lives up here on -the hill behind Funchal—’ ‘What you’d like to take off with you this -evenin’, <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Pennington,’ Dennis puts in, ‘but there be cert’in reasons -again’ your goin’ up and gettin’ her yourself.’ <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Pennington looked -sorter surprised, but, Lord! miss, he ought to know there ain’t much -goin’ on what Dennis ain’t on to. ‘Well, sir,’ Dennis went on, without -givin’ him a show to speak, ‘all you got to do is to leave this here -business to me and Chimmy’—that’s me, miss,—‘and if that there young -lady ain’t ready to go with you at whatever time you say, it won’t be -our fault, sir.’”</p> - -<p>The master-at-arms paused, and wiped the perspiration from his face -with his red handkerchief, watching Miss Inglefield anxiously the -while. She had sat quietly by during this recital, but he could see -that she was agitated now by<span class="pagenum" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</span> her breathing, which came and went -quickly, and his confidence in <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan’s judgment redoubled. -Evidently, if the young lady in the case was as much in love as -she appeared from these symptoms, the course he was taking was -most justifiable. The master-at-arms had always deemed a little -prevarication in a good cause no harm. There was, apparently, quite -a mental struggle going on within Miss Inglefield. Once or twice she -seemed about to speak, and then to change her mind. It was at this -point that a hearty masculine voice was heard calling loudly from the -garden above:—</p> - -<p>“Eleanor!”</p> - -<p>Miss Inglefield rose.</p> - -<p>“Coming, papa,” she answered; but to the astonishment of the -master-at-arms, she did not betray the slightest alarm. She walked -slowly toward the step, her head bent downward in<span class="pagenum" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</span> thought; then she -suddenly drew herself up to the full height of her commanding figure, -and faced him.</p> - -<p>“At what time will <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Pennington be here?” she demanded.</p> - -<p>“At half-past eleven, at the back gate, miss,” he answered, doubting if -he heard aright.</p> - -<p>“Tell him I shall be ready,” she said; and before he could reply she -had vanished among the vines.</p> - -<p>The master-at-arms stood looking after her for a moment, and then -made his way out of the garden, keeping a bright lookout for <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> -Inglefield. He found his bulla-carta, after some trouble, in front of -a stray wine-shop which was built in the wall, and into which he dived -precipitately in search of his Jehus. It is to be doubted if either -of them understood the choice maritime invectives that he heaped upon -them impartially for hiding themselves; but<span class="pagenum" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</span> they motioned him into -the vehicle with soothing urbanity, and started for the convent above, -blissfully oblivious to the occasional mutterings from within.</p> - -<p>Upon his arrival at the convent, the master-at-arms proceeded, by a -judicious use of <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan’s funds, to make arrangements with the -sled-owners, by which every sled was to be ready for descent at eleven -o’clock. He impressed upon them that a large party of gentlemen of -his acquaintance wished to make the descent by moonlight. One and all -promised that it should be as the senhor wished, although each had -his private doubts about the moonlight. This done, the master-at-arms -descended to Funchal, where he found <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan awaiting him in the -wine-shop, engaged in making life unbearable for the Portuguese -occupants. On the entrance of the master-at-arms he desisted abruptly -from this pastime, and drew him into a corner.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</span></p> - -<p>“Well, Chimmy, is it a go?” he asked.</p> - -<p>The master-at-arms regarded him in a way that plainly signified his -approbation of such an arch-diplomatist, and then launched into a -glowing description of his share of the transaction, interspersed with -frequent reproaches for not informing him beforehand of the true state -of affairs. <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan listened with evident satisfaction.</p> - -<p>“She ain’t goin’ to take no trunks, is she?” he inquired, with some -apprehension.</p> - -<p>The master-at-arms confessed he had forgotten to caution the young lady -on this point.</p> - -<p>“Women, Chimmy,” said <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan, profoundly, “will never leave any -spare riggin’ behind if they ain’t made to.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</span></p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> -<p class="center p2"><span class="figcenter" id="img006"> - <img src="images/006.jpg" class="w50" alt="Decorative header" /> -</span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="II">II</h2> -</div> - - - -<div> - <img class="drop-cap" src="images/dc_y.jpg" width="100" height="113" alt=""/> -</div> - -<p class="drop-cap"><span class="upper-case">Young</span> Ensign Pennington was reclining on the lounge in the smoking-room -of Burroughs’s Hotel, Funchal, in anything but a happy frame of mind. -His travelling-case was at his feet, and his trunks were on board the -steamer which was to leave for England that night. The other occupant -of the room, his friend and classmate Morgan, had assumed an absurdly -awkward position on the table, which he always chose in preference to a -chair, and was doing most of the talking.</p> - -<p>Perhaps nothing could better show the difference between the -temperaments of Pennington and Morgan than<span class="pagenum" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</span> their present attitudes. -Under an apparent languor, and a seeming indifference to his own -affairs and those of others, Pennington concealed qualities which -made him, young as he was, one of the most efficient officers in -the service. Morgan, on the other hand, had a continual craving -for excitement, which betrayed itself in every action. Now he was -shifting restlessly from one elbow to the other, while Pennington had -not changed his position since lighting his cigar. Their characters -dovetailed into each other with such nicety that few closer friendships -have been formed than that which existed between them. Morgan’s -impetuosity was offset by Pennington’s inertia, his frankness by -Pennington’s reserve, while they possessed in common certain qualities, -invariably found in a true seaman, which served to cement the bond. -But it was Pennington who wielded the influence,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</span> and his was the only -influence which had ever been known to affect Morgan. Their names had -become associated at the naval academy, where Morgan had been stroke of -the crew, of which Pennington had been captain, and since then they had -been separated but little. It had been their singular good fortune—for -the discrepancy between their standings had been great—to take the two -years’ cruise together as midshipmen, and as ensigns they had both been -ordered to the <i>Denver</i>. Now, it would seem, the time had come for -a long separation, and each felt as only young fellows who have spent -the best part of their lives under such circumstances can feel, and -found it hard to realise that it might be many years before they would -meet. But gradually Morgan approached a subject which was uppermost in -his mind as well as in Pennington’s. It had always<span class="pagenum" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</span> been said of Morgan -that his friends’ troubles worried him more than his own, and perhaps -the chances this particular trouble offered for something hazardous -especially appealed to him. At last he broke in, with characteristic -abruptness:—</p> - -<p>“Of course it is none of my business, Jack, but when I see you go -off in this way without seeing Miss Inglefield, without even so much -as writing her a line, in spite of the fact that five months ago you -wanted to marry her, I can’t help saying something, for it isn’t much -like you. I tell you what, Jack, you may travel some, but it will be a -devilish long time before you come across another girl like her.”</p> - -<p>Morgan paused, uncertain what the effect of this speech would be; for, -beyond the fact that he had asked <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Inglefield for his daughter, and -had been refused, Pennington had told him<span class="pagenum" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</span> nothing of the affair. Now -he only smiled a little wearily.</p> - -<p>“It is no use, Dutchman,” he said, in the tone of affectionate -forbearance that he often used with his friend; “that is all past now.”</p> - -<p>“Thanks to your confounded, misplaced principle!” Morgan went on a -trifle warmly. “Renouncing her for a little thing like her father’s -refusal! You might have known what he would have said before you asked -him; I could have told you that. If I cared as much for the girl as you -do, Jack, and she cared as much for me as I know she does for you, I -would take her home with me in spite of all the English in Madeira.”</p> - -<p>“Don’t talk nonsense, Dutchman,” said Pennington, lighting another -cigar; but Morgan noticed that his hand shook a little as he held it, -and this encouraged him.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</span></p> - -<p>“It isn’t as if you were as I am, and only had your pay,” he -remonstrated; “or it isn’t as if you were only knocking the bottom out -of your own life,” he continued, throwing in the arguments as they came -to him. “And perhaps you do not think I know what has been the matter -with you ever since we left here in the spring; but I do, and I call -coming back here fate.”</p> - -<p>“It looks to me as if the department had rather a large share in that,” -replied Pennington, half-heartedly. “But don’t let us worry about it, -Dutchman,” he added, very much in the way he used to quiet his friend -in the old days when they were midshipmen together. It seemed to be his -place to do the comforting, no matter whose the trouble. But now Morgan -would not be comforted. He slid off the table, and went over to the -lounge beside Pennington.</p> - -<p>“Jack,” he began, with an earnestness<span class="pagenum" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</span> which surprised even Pennington, -who was used to his ways, “you have a perfect right to ruin your own -life if you want to, although a good many of us would hate to see you -do it; still, that is your own affair; but you haven’t any right to -ruin her life. I’ve seen more of women than you have, and there are -some who get over things of that sort. She never will.”</p> - -<p>Pennington was silent. A party was coming down the veranda singing the -refrain of a hearty English melody. They seated themselves immediately -in front of the windows of the smoking-room and proceeded to light -their pipes.</p> - -<p>“She used to be such a jolly girl,” said one, in answer to some -inaudible remark, “but she never goes anywhere now.”</p> - -<p>Pennington and Morgan listened aimlessly, without well knowing why. -Morgan chafed at the interruption, coming<span class="pagenum" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</span> as it did at such a serious -turn in their conversation, and it seemed to banish his last hope of -influencing his friend. The lights in the smoking-room were low, and -the broad, checkered shoulders of the speaker, whose back was turned, -were pushed into the window, his elbows resting on the sill. His Oxford -cap was tilted jauntily on one side of his head, and a pipe, as if to -complete the poise, protruded from the other. The subject thus brought -up seemed an interesting one to the whole party, for those who were -still humming the air stopped to join in the talk. It was evident that -some person was being discussed.</p> - -<p>“Had she been with us to-night we shouldn’t have had such a beastly -slow time,” said another.</p> - -<p>To this there was a unanimous assent.</p> - -<p>“I wonder what is the reason of it all?” he continued.</p> - -<p>“They say it is some chap in the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</span> American navy,” volunteered another, -“who was here last spring—”</p> - -<p>But Pennington did not wait to hear any more. He had risen, and his -grasp on Morgan’s arm was like that of a vise.</p> - -<p>“Let’s get out of this, Dutchman,” he said.</p> - -<p>Morgan followed him out of the room. Pennington stalked through -the corridors at a pace he found it difficult to keep up with, and -through the office, where <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Burroughs, the proprietor, was reading -the <i>London Times</i> of the week before. He glanced at the two -with the air of a man who has long since ceased trying to account for -American idiosyncrasies, and then resumed his reading. At the hotel -entrance Pennington brought up against a man who was coming in out -of the darkness; the force of the impact, and the heavy blow of the -travelling-case against the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</span> knees, would have been sufficient to stun -an ordinary mortal.</p> - -<p>But <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan was not an ordinary mortal. He waived Pennington’s -apologies, saluted him, and then thrust his hands into his pockets with -his customary nonchalance. Both Pennington and Morgan stood regarding -him in no little surprise, and waited for him to speak. <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan -rolled his tobacco from one cheek to the other, and surveyed them with -deliberation.</p> - -<p>“You’re the very gentleman I’m lookin’ for, <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Pennington,” he said at -length; “but I weren’t expectin’ to run again’ you so soon.” This was -literal, if nothing else.</p> - -<p>“Neither was I, Keegan, to tell the truth,” replied Pennington, smiling -in spite of himself as he picked up the travelling-case. “I was sorry -you were not on board when I left the ship,” he added, “for I wanted to -see you before I went.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</span></p> - -<p><abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan evidently thought this speech perfunctory, for he paid no -attention to it.</p> - -<p>“I come up here to remind you of somethin’ you must have forgot, sir. -Have you got all your stuff aboard, <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Pennington?” he asked.</p> - -<p>Pennington was puzzled. <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan did not look as if he had been -drinking; but then Pennington remembered that <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan’s appearance -was never materially altered under such circumstances. He had seen him -in a state of inebriation more than once.</p> - -<p>“I do not remember to have forgotten anything, Keegan,” he answered. “I -sent all my baggage out this afternoon.”</p> - -<p>“How about your tickets, sir?”</p> - -<p>Pennington would have resented this catechism from any other petty -officer, but from <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan somehow it did not seem an impertinence. -He had always been interested in his welfare.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</span></p> - -<p>“The agent was to have my ticket for me at ten, Keegan,” said -Pennington. “Why?”</p> - -<p>“Nothing sir,” said <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan, with admirable unconcern, “except the -master-at-arms and me knows of a certain lady as would like to go with -you, sir, if you cared about takin’ her.”</p> - -<p>Pennington looked bewildered; but Morgan, who had been listening with -increasing astonishment, realised the purport of this intelligence at -once. He grasped <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan’s hand excitedly.</p> - -<p>“Tell her <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Pennington will take her, Keegan; of course he will.”</p> - -<p>“Shut up, Morgan!” said Pennington, beginning to pace the floor, while -<abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan spat demurely into a convenient flower-vase, and waited. -Finally Pennington faced him abruptly.</p> - -<p>“Who told you this, Keegan?”</p> - -<p>“The lady herself told—”</p> - -<p>“What lady?”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</span></p> - -<p>“Miss Inglefield,” said <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan, in no wise abashed.</p> - -<p>“Well?”</p> - -<p>“The lady herself told the master-at-arms, sir. He went up to the -viller this evenin’ to see the seenora what does the cookin’ there, and -came acrost the young lady herself as she was takin’ the air in the -garden.”</p> - -<p>Pennington resumed his pacing. There must be some mistake—certainly -<em>she</em> could not have suggested such a thing. Such is the weight -of prejudice, and such is the iron-bound custom which, even in a -nineteenth century of enlightenment, prevents a woman from speaking her -mind, that <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan’s statement was divested of all probable truth by -the idea that the proposition had come from Miss Inglefield. Pennington -could not believe it.</p> - -<p>“What did Miss Inglefield say to the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</span> master-at-arms, Keegan?” he asked -a last.</p> - -<p>“She said as all you had to do was to come up there to the back gate at -half-past eleven, sir, and she’d be ready,” <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan replied without -hesitation.</p> - -<p>By this time Morgan’s patience was exhausted.</p> - -<p>“Don’t be a fool, Jack,” he said. “Can’t you see you’ve got all you can -do now to get up there by half-past eleven? The girl has twice as much -sand as you have.”</p> - -<p>“If you don’t start now, sir,” put in <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan, “there ain’t no use -goin’ at all.”</p> - -<p>“Keegan,” said Pennington,—and the coolness of his speech and the -command of his voice struck both the others as he spoke,—“I have known -you for nearly nine years now, and you are one of the best friends I -have ever had. You have pulled me out of two or three tight<span class="pagenum" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</span> places -when I was younger, which I am not likely to forget. In those nine -years you have never deceived me, and I do not think you capable of it; -but from what I know of Miss Inglefield I think it more than probable -that the master-at-arms has misunderstood her. I want to thank you for -this, just the same.” Then, turning to Morgan, he continued: “Can’t you -see, Dutchman, even if there is not a mistake, how impossible it would -be to do what Keegan proposes to-night? Of course I shall wait for the -next steamer now. But there are certain things to be thought of—all -very necessary in their way, and very hard to get in two hours and a -half.”</p> - -<p>“<abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Pennington,” said <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan, gravely, “if Chimmy has made a -mistake on this, then I’m willin’ to enlist in the marine corps -to-morrow.” This was more emphatic than any oath <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan could think -of. Then he concluded,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</span> with a finality which set further demur at -naught: “There won’t be no trouble about a sky-pilot; there’s one on -the ship ye’re goin’ on as says he will fix things up, and keep quiet -till he does. And about details, there ain’t one you can mention what -ain’t fixed, sir.”</p> - -<p>Whereupon Morgan picked up the travelling-case, and went out, followed -by <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan and Pennington, the latter in a state of mind difficult -to describe, and one not at all within the comprehension of either -Morgan or <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan. <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan had brought up three horses, one of -which he mounted himself, while Morgan mounted another, and Pennington -mechanically got on the third. They started off at as quick a pace -as the law would permit, the runners keeping silently along by their -sides. Burroughs’s Hotel was situated on an eminence to the west -of the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</span> town, while the Inglefield villa lay on the slopes to the -northward. The road led for some distance along the high cliffs which -skirt the harbor, where the anchor lights of the vessels twinkled and -danced. Pennington could distinguish the <i>Denver</i> by her white -sides and her uncompromising, bulky form, revealed by the electric -lights of the big black steamer hardly a stone’s throw away from -her. But his thoughts were not on the <i>Denver</i>; he was looking -at the smoke already pouring out of the pipes of the steamer; it -was time—hardly two hours. And, perhaps, then—“What nonsense!” -he exclaimed to himself, half aloud. It could not be possible that -this girl, who had refused him with such firmness only five months -ago, would even consent to such a madcap undertaking as this, much -less propose one. Still <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan seemed, as usual, to be sure of -himself, and to know<span class="pagenum" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</span> what he was doing. That worthy headed the column, -whistling softly a rather dubious air he had picked up in a Bowery -theatre the year before. <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan’s horsemanship was none of the -best; when the pace quickened to a trot he managed to keep on, however, -and comforted himself with the reflection that it was too dark for -the Dago heelers to criticise. By the time they reached the town its -narrow streets were almost deserted, and the wine-shops were beginning -to close. <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan reined in his horse, and waited for the others to -come up.</p> - -<p>“That there ticket agent has got to be held, <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Morgan,” he said.</p> - -<p>Morgan was wise enough to see the force of this, and also that they -stood a better chance of success if <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan went up with Pennington. -Although it was a bitter disappointment to him not to take a more -material part in the attempt<span class="pagenum" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</span> than “holding” the agent, he acquiesced -at once, and had ridden off before Pennington could expostulate.</p> - -<p>“Now, sir,” remarked <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan, “we ain’t got no time to burn gettin’ -up that hill.”</p> - -<p>They clattered over the stones in defiance of a municipal law, and -were soon on the ascent. Except for an occasional lamp at the entrance -to a villa, it was so dark that they could scarcely make out the -high walls on each side of them. Once or twice Pennington had almost -decided to go back, but <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan pushed ahead with such diligence, -as if there could be no possible doubt of the outcome, that Pennington -kept on after him. As they passed under one of the dim lights in the -wall a sled shot by, in which Pennington made out, smoking with great -complacency, two of the <i>Denver’s</i> liberty party.</p> - -<p>“You have managed this well, Keegan,”<span class="pagenum" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</span> said Pennington, as he pulled up -beside him.</p> - -<p>“Chimmy is doin’ that, sir,” <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan replied modestly; “he is -up there gettin’ ’em started.” And then he added, with a touch of -satisfaction, “Unless the old one has a roller-coaster, he ain’t got -much show this evenin’.”</p> - -<p>Pennington was not in a position to express his sentiments in this -matter, but he found himself fervently hoping that <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Inglefield was -not provided with anything so fatal to his chances of success. The -master-at-arms was evidently doing his duty thoroughly, and each sled -that passed them tended more and more to convince him of the method in -<abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan’s madness. Pennington began to think that, after all, there -must be some foundation for his statements.</p> - -<p>They urged on their horses, which by this time were fairly tired of the -rapid climbing, <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan cursing the “heelers,”<span class="pagenum" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</span> as he called them, -when they growled at the speed, and in the next breath offering them -another dollar apiece. After what seemed an age to Pennington, they -arrived opposite a recess in the wall, where <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan drew up.</p> - -<p>“Is that you, Chimmy?” he called out in a stage whisper.</p> - -<p>The master-at-arms emerged.</p> - -<p>“How about things, Chimmy?” <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan inquired. “Is they all down?”</p> - -<p>“All down but that there,” responded the master-at-arms, pointing -over his shoulder. Just at this moment it struck him that a coasting -sled accommodated but two; and how he and <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan were to escape -the clutches of the irate father-in-law elect was a point he had not -previously considered.</p> - -<p>“Well, I’ll be——, Dennis!” he exclaimed profanely.</p> - -<p>But <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan, who divined his thoughts, refrained from censure. He<span class="pagenum" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</span> -was quick to make a virtue out of necessity.</p> - -<p>“That ain’t no matter, Chimmy,” he said consolingly; “if the old -one wastes any time tryin’ to pinch us, he’ll never get hold of <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> -Pennington there.”</p> - -<p>Pennington struck a match, and looked at his watch; it was twenty-five -minutes after eleven.</p> - -<p>“It is time we were there, Keegan,” he said.</p> - -<p>This was virtually an admission in <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan’s favour, and <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan -knew it. Having had a very thorough understanding of Pennington’s -character, he had appreciated the magnitude and delicacy of his -undertaking, and had handled that gentleman to perfection, as we have -seen. If he felt any exultation now he did not show it, for he only -cautioned the master-at-arms, by way of reply, to stay by the sled, and -not to trust the Dago out of his sight.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</span></p> - -<p>Pennington and <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan started up as noiselessly as they might, -keeping close to the wall. The darkness was so intense that they were -obliged to feel for the gate, and their footfalls sounded to Pennington -like gunshots in the oppressive silence. After a prolonged search, and -just as they were on the point of going back to the master-at-arms for -more accurate information, Pennington came to a break.</p> - -<p>“Here it is, Keegan,” he whispered; “I can feel the hinges.”</p> - -<p>They tried the latch, but the gate was locked. <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan bent down to -the keyhole, and gave a low whistle; but there was no response. “I’ll -get over, <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Pennington,” he said; “give me your shoulder, sir.”</p> - -<p><abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan was soon on top of the wall, whence he slid easily down on -the other side, and Pennington could hear him trying the lock.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</span></p> - -<p>“I’ll just reconnoitre up the yard a bit, <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Pennington,” he called -through the keyhole; “you stay there, sir.”</p> - -<p>As Pennington waited outside the gate, and minute after minute slipped -by, all his misgivings returned. He began to feel like a criminal, and, -what was worse, like a fool. He might have known, he told himself, that -this was all an imagination of the master-at-arms, and he wondered that -as practical a man as <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan had been duped by it. It was a choice -business, too, for an officer in the United States Navy to be mixed -up in. What a delectable story it would make when it became known in -the service! It was not that he did not love the girl; he reflected -bitterly on Morgan’s words, and felt they were only too true. He -remembered how his heart had sunk into his boots when he had heard they -were to be ordered back to Madeira, and decided then to leave, if his -orders were<span class="pagenum" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</span> there, by the first steamer. And now by the well-meaning -but misguided interference of his old friend <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan, aided and -abetted by Morgan and the master-at-arms, he was plunged again into -the depths of misery, and, moreover, likely to be held up to his -fellow-officers as an object of ridicule.</p> - -<p>Then the things which had happened the last time he saw her began -to crowd into his mind. How distinctly he recalled them—just what -she had worn, and just what she had said! She would never marry him -without her father’s consent, and she doubted very much whether her -father would give it. She was standing beside a rose bush at the time; -he could see her now—the bush itself was only on the other side of -that gate. So he had gone into the house to find <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Inglefield, and -had left her in the garden looking after him. It was as this painful -point in his recollections<span class="pagenum" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</span> was reached that Pennington thought he -heard footsteps on the other side of the wall. He listened intently; it -seemed as if there was another step besides <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan’s. It must be -his imagination, he told himself. Then there came the sound of a key -turning in the lock, the gate opened, and some one came out.</p> - -<p>It was not <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan.</p> - -<p>“Jack!” exclaimed the person.</p> - -<p>“Eleanor!” exclaimed Pennington.</p> - -<p><abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan closed the door, and discreetly locked it again, putting the -key in his pocket. He remained silently contemplating the two for an -instant, for they had apparently forgotten his existence, and then he -laid his hand on Pennington’s arm.</p> - -<p>“Better belay that now, <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Pennington,” he said, “and get under way.” -Here <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan was forced to get rid of a certain amount of tobacco. -“Keep<span class="pagenum" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</span> a good full, <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Pennington, and God bless you both, sir!”</p> - -<p>Pennington grasped <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan’s hand, and wrung it.</p> - -<p>“Eleanor,” he said simply, “this is my old friend, <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan. It will -take me a long time to tell you how much we owe to him.”</p> - -<p>“Never mind that, sir,” answered <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan, as he took off his cap, -and rubbed his eyes suspiciously with the sleeve of his muster jacket. -“And, miss,” he continued, by way of acknowledgment of a very graceful -speech Miss Inglefield had made him, “you’ve got the finest young -officer in the navy.”</p> - -<p>“The very finest,” <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan repeated to himself, when they had gone; -“she has sure got a prize.” He sat down against the wall, and began -to feel very unhappy, so much so as to become totally careless as to -pursuit or<span class="pagenum" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</span> capture. It was thus his friend the master-at-arms found -him, or rather fell over him, some ten minutes afterward.</p> - -<p>“Anything yet from the old one, Dennis?” he inquired.</p> - -<p><abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan rose.</p> - -<p>“He may get on to it now,” he said, “and he may get on to it to-morrow. -We’ll just stand by a spell, in case he gets uneasy. You boost me up, -Chimmy, till I see if there’s a light in the house.”</p> - -<p><abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan got on the wall and immediately threw himself down on his -face.</p> - -<p>“There’s two of ’em comin’ this way with lanterns, Chimmy,” he -whispered, “and I think one of them’s the old one.”</p> - -<p>“How long ago was this, Jennings?” said a voice which, although greatly -agitated, the master-at-arms recognised as one he had heard before.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</span></p> - -<p>“Habout ten minutes, sir, it might ’ave been.”</p> - -<p>“Why didn’t you call me before—at once?”</p> - -<p>“Hi thought as it was Perdita and that sailor as used to come to see -her sometimes, sir.”</p> - -<p>Then followed a period occupied by tentative efforts on the gate, -during which the master-at-arms was becoming decidedly nervous.</p> - -<p>“Thanks to your—conjectures, Jennings, Miss Inglefield has gone off -with a—”</p> - -<p>Jennings was not enlightened; his efforts on the gate had been -unremitting, and just at this critical moment it fell heavily outward. -<abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Inglefield rushed out, holding the lantern the height of his face, -and peered down the hill; but the master-at-arms had disappeared in the -darkness.</p> - -<p>“You go up to the convent as fast as<span class="pagenum" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</span> you can post, Jennings,” he said; -“I shall wait for you here.”</p> - -<p>Jennings departed in double time up the hill, while <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Inglefield -walked restlessly up and down. <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan was anxiously considering -the possibility of there being another sled at the convent, which the -master-at-arms had overlooked, when Perdita arrived on the scene, -breathless, and trouble written in every line of her face.</p> - -<p>“Ah, senhor,” she exclaimed, “the senhorita!”</p> - -<p>The master of the villa grasped her by both shoulders.</p> - -<p>“You knew of this, Perdita,” he said sternly.</p> - -<p>“No, senhor, no; I assure you I know nothing.”</p> - -<p>“Jennings tells me he saw your friend with Miss Eleanor.”</p> - -<p>“I know not what you mean, senhor,” Perdita disclaimed excitedly; and -then,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</span> falling back for fluency on her native tongue, she poured forth -a torrent of protestations. Her efforts, however, plainly failed to -convince <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Inglefield. Apparently he entertained the same distrust of -her race as did <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan, for he leaned wearily against the wall, and -motioned her to cease.</p> - -<p>“That will do, Perdita,” he said, whereupon the senhora found relief in -tears.</p> - -<p>The wall about <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Inglefield’s villa was so hard and uneven, and <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> -Keegan was becoming so cramped in his position, that he was thinking of -letting himself down on the inside when Jennings was heard returning. -He was accompanied by two or three Portuguese from the convent, but, to -<abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan’s great relief, was without the sled. When the circumstance -of the liberty party became known to <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Inglefield, he said a great -many things <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan<span class="pagenum" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</span> expected him to say, but he added a few remarks -about Pennington which <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan had not anticipated. Finally the -denunciation of that gentleman became so vigorous that <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan could -stand it no longer.</p> - -<p>“He is a sneaking scoundrel!” declared <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Inglefield.</p> - -<p>Here <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan slid down from the wall, and approached the irate but -astonished father with a somewhat rolling but easy gait. He carefully -looked him over, from force of habit perhaps, before accosting him.</p> - -<p>“<abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Inglefield,” he began, very much as if he were addressing a -water-butt, “I took your feelin’s into account before comin’ for’ard, -sir; but I ain’t goin’ to stand by and listen to no such things about -<abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Pennington as you was givin’ vent to.”</p> -<p class="center p2"><span class="figcenter" id="img007"> - <img src="images/007.jpg" class="w50" alt="The Elopement" /> -</span></p> -<p class="center caption"><span class="smcap">The Elopement.</span></p> - -<p><abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Inglefield managed to recover himself sufficiently, during the -interval<span class="pagenum" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</span> occupied by <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan in transferring his tobacco to the -other cheek, to exclaim angrily:—</p> - -<p>“Who the deuce are you, sir, and what are you doing on my wall?”</p> - -<p>“I know this here come rather suddin,” <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan went on, without -taking the trouble to answer the question; “but I want to say right now -there ain’t no finer young man anywhere, and that this here business -wasn’t his fault.”</p> - -<p>“Wasn’t his fault!” roared <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Inglefield.</p> - -<p>“No, sir,” said <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan, coolly; “it was me what fixed the thing -up. It was me what got your daughter to consent to it, and brought <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> -Pennington up here to get her; and if you ain’t blessin’ me for it some -day I’m a sergeant of marines.”</p> - -<p>“You!” repeated <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Inglefield, in a species of stupefaction.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</span></p> - -<p>Now it so happened that the master-at-arms, who had remained concealed -some distance down the hill, heard the commotion, and became possessed -with the idea that his friend <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan was getting into trouble. He -arrived on the scene just at this instant.</p> - -<p>“Now, <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Inglefield,” <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan continued, glancing around at the -faces about the lantern, “this here ain’t no place to talk private -matters; but if you’ll take the trouble to step inside with us, me and -Chimmy’ll try to give you a loocid report of this here, sir.”</p> - -<p>“Come inside, by all means, if you can throw any light on this rascally -business,” said <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Inglefield, picking up the lantern, and leading the -way to the house. The others followed.</p> - -<p>“Dennis,” said the master-at-arms to <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan, pulling him by the -sleeve, “there ain’t no use of my goin’ in<span class="pagenum" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</span> there; you knows how to -handle the old one. I’ll be payin’ the seenora that little call I -missed this afternoon.”</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p><abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> and Mrs. Pennington, or the master-at-arms, for that matter, -never knew precisely how <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan “handled the old one” during the -half-hour he was closeted with him. <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan, of course, would never -tell. All he could be induced to say, when questioned on the subject by -the master-at-arms, was:—</p> - -<p>“He went in like a lion and come out like a lamb, didn’t he, Chimmy?”</p> - -<p>The master-at-arms admitted that he did.</p> - -<p>“Well, Chimmy,” he would reply, solemnly blinking his little eyes, -“that there’s all there is to it.”</p> - -<p>In the service journal, which is published in New York, there appeared -the following item:—</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</span></p> - -<p>“A most interesting and novel wedding took place on Thursday, October -31, at Funchal, Madeira, on board the steamer <i>Southampton</i> of the -Union Line. Ensign John R. Pennington, U.S.N., married Miss Eleanor -Inglefield, daughter of Robert Inglefield, Esq., of Ravenside, long and -eminently connected with the British diplomatic service. The bride and -groom left immediately for England. In consequence of <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Pennington’s -hurried departure, the wedding was a surprise even to his brother -officers of the <i>Denver</i>. The young couple are now at Newport, -where Ensign Pennington is stationed; and it is understood that the -bride’s father will spend the winter with them.”</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>The report was true, for before the Denver left Funchal the Inglefield -villa was closed, and the senhora reigned<span class="pagenum" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</span> supreme there; and <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> -Inglefield had gone to see his new son-in-law at Newport, and to pay -his first visit to the United States.</p> - -<p>As for <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan, he now owns a large gold chain, attached to a large -gold watch, of which he is very proud, and which he wears on all -occasions. On the outside of the case is the monogram “D.K.,” very -handsomely engraved, and on the inside a mysterious inscription, the -purport of which <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> Keegan has never disclosed, but which is thought -to be expressive of the everlasting gratitude of two people.</p> - -<p>Nor has his friend the master-at-arms been forgotten.</p> -<hr class="x-ebookmaker-drop full" /> -<div class="chapter"> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_1">[Pg 1]</span></p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><span class="smcap"><abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr></span> WINSTON CHURCHILL, like <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> <span class="smcap">Wister</span> and <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> -<span class="smcap">Crawford</span>, has a deeper claim than residence and choice of -subjects give, to the name of “American author,” since New England -blood dating back on both sides to the sixteen hundreds, Southern -birth, and a training in the United States Naval Academy at Annapolis -were united in his equipment. But after only a brief service in the -navy he resigned his commission and definitely followed the leading -of his literary tastes. He was for a short period with <i>The Army -and Navy Journal</i>, during which time his first short story, “<abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> -Keegan’s Elopement,” was published in <i>The Century Magazine</i>. -<abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> <span class="smcap">Churchill</span> became an editor of <i>The Cosmopolitan -Magazine</i>, but left that again, to be more free for continuous -original work than the routine duties connected with a monthly -magazine permit.</p> - -<p>His first book appeared in 1897,—“The Celebrity,” written in a -vein of the liveliest comedy; but even then the first of his series -of novels, which cover characteristic<span class="pagenum" id="Page_2">[Pg 2]</span> phases of American social -development and will when completed present a picture of national life -such as is not only unequalled, but has never been even attempted in -its breadth and entirety, was well under way.</p> - -<p>Certainly “The Celebrity,” although recognized as—</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p>“an extremely clever piece of work that is likely to be popular as it -deserves” (<i>Boston Transcript</i>), as “such a piece of inimitable -comedy in a literary way, as has not appeared for years; the -purest, keenest fun” (<i>Chicago Inter-Ocean</i>), as “a humorously -sensational novel of a rather unusual kind, decidedly original and -entertaining, one of the best pieces of construction that has appeared -in a long while ... an altogether clever and out-of-the-way sort of -book” (<i>Philadelphia Evening Telegraph</i>),</p> -</div> - -<p class="p0">did not lead the critics to prophesy any such a second novel as <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> -<span class="smcap">Churchill’s</span> “Richard Carvel,” which was described as—</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p>“seldom if ever surpassed by an American romance, in breadth of -canvas, massing of dramatic effect, depth<span class="pagenum" id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</span> of feeling, and rare -wholesomeness of spirit.”—<i>Chicago Tribune.</i></p> - -<p>“‘Richard Carvel’ is one of the most brilliant works of imagination of -the decade. It breathes the spirit of true romance in a way that is -truly fascinating.”—<i>Philadelphia Press.</i></p> - -<p>“The charm of the book, which is very great, lies in the vividness -of its pictures of the life of London and the colonies in those -picturesque days when the spirit of revolution was slowly but surely -developing.”—<i>Washington Times.</i><br /> -</p> -</div> - - -<p>Coming just a year later, <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> <span class="smcap">Churchill’s</span> next great novel, -“The Crisis,” dealt as effectively with the questions and scenes of -the Civil War as did the earlier story with the struggle between the -colonies and the mother country. Of the qualities which have made it -rarely valuable, <abbr title="mister">Mr.</abbr> <span class="smcap">Hamilton Mabie</span> wrote:—</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p>“‘The Crisis’ is distinctly the most carefully studied and the most -convincing novel which has yet been written on the Civil War; no other -story brings the reader so close to some of the great figures in the -struggle; no other brings before the imagination so distinctly the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_4">[Pg 4]</span> -terrible experiences which befell those who stood in the centre of the -storm. ‘The Crisis’ is a footnote to American history, as well as a -stirring and moving novel.</p> - -<p>“As a study of the plain, substantial stuff of which American -citizenship is largely made up, ‘The Crisis’ has deep and abiding -interest. It ought to be read by those students of American life -beyond the sea who are anxious ‘neither to laugh nor to weep, but -to understand’; for it brings out the heroic fibre of the best -American stock, its quick responsiveness to the educational power of -opportunity, its resourcefulness, its unassuming dignity and force.”—<i>The Times Saturday Review.</i><br /> -</p> - -<p>“It is a high office to give a new generation of Americans their first -vivid conception of the struggle in which the nation was reborn.”—<i>Review of Reviews.</i><br /> -</p> -</div> -</div></div> -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</span></p> - - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Macmillan_Little_Novels">The Macmillan Little Novels</h2> -</div> - -<p class="center">BY FAVOURITE AUTHORS</p> -<hr class="r5" /> -<p class="center">Handsomely Bound in Decorated Cloth</p> - -<p class="center"> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">16mo    50 cents each</span><br /> -</p> -<hr class="r5" /> - -<h3>PHILOSOPHY FOUR</h3> -<p class="center">A STORY OF HARVARD UNIVERSITY<br /> -<b>By Owen Wister</b><br /> -Author of “The Virginian,” etc.</p> -<h3>MAN OVERBOARD</h3> -<p class="center"> -<b>By F. 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