the fortunes of oliver horn-第55章
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know her at once。 He knew how strong her prejudices were and what her traditions would cause her to think of a woman who led the life that Margaret did； but these things did not deter him。 A new love now filled his heartanother and a different kind of love from the one he bore his mother。 One that belonged to him； one that was his own and affected his life and soul and career。 He was prepared to fight even harder for this desire of his soul than for his art。
There being no air…ships available for immediate charter； nor big balloons waiting for passengers； with sand…bags ready for instant unloading； nor any underground pneumatic tubes into which he could be pumped and with a puff landed on his own doorstep in Kennedy Square； the impatient lover was obliged to content himself with the back seat of the country stage and a night ride in the train down the valley。
Then came a delay of a week in New York waiting for the return of Mr。 Slade to the city〃whom you must by all means see before coming home；〃 so his mother's letter ran。 This delay was made bearable by Waller； Bowdoin； and old Professor Cummings who went into spasms of delight over the boys' sketches。 Waller especially predicted a sure future for him if he would have the grit to throw overboard every other thing he was doing and 〃stick it out and starve it out〃 until he pulled through and became famous。
Mr。 Slade； while welcoming him with both hands； was not so cheering。 The financial and political situations were no better； he said。 They had really become more alarming every day。 The repudiation of Northern accounts by Southern merchants had ceasedat least some of Morton； Slade & Co。's customers had redeemed their obligations and had forwarded them their overdue remittances； tiding them over for a timebut no one could say what was in store for any firm whose business lay largely in the Southern States。 He would； however； make his word good。 Oliver's situation was still open； and he could again occupy his desk as soon as he returned from Kennedy Square。 The length of his service depended entirely on whether the country would go to war or whether its difficulties could be satisfactorily settled in the next Congress。
But none of these thingsnone of the more depressing onesdulled for an instant the purpose or chilled the enthusiasm of our young lover。 Wars； pestilence； financial panics and even social tidal… waves might overwhelm the land and yet not one drop of the topmost edge of the flood could wet the tips of his high…stepping toes： Margaret was his； he trod an enchanted realm。
An enthusiasm of equal intensity； but of quite a different kind； had taken possession of the Horn mansion as the hour of Oliver's arrival approached； as anyone would have noticed who happened to be inside its hospitable walls。 Something out of the common was about to happen。 There was an unusual restlessness in Malachi totally at variance with his grave and dignified demeanor。 His perturbation was so great that he even forgot the time…honored custom of wheeling his master's chair into position and the equally time…honored salutation of 〃yo' chair's all ready； Marse Richard。〃 It was noticed； too； that he could not keep out of the hall。 Richard had to speak to him twice and Mrs。 Horn had lifted her head in astonishment when that hitherto attentive darky handed her Richard's spectacles instead of her own。 Or he would start to enter the dining…room； his hands laden with plates； or the library； his arms filled with logs to replenish the fire； and then stop suddenly and listen with one foot raised； standing like an old dog locating a partridge。 So nervous did he become as the twilight deepened； and he began to set the table for supper； that he dropped a cup； smashing it into atoms； a thing that had not happened to him before in twenty yearsone of the blue and giltpriceless heirlooms in the family； and only used when a distinguished guest was expected。 At another time he would have dropped the whole tray with everything upon it； had not Aunt Hannah saved it in time。 How she came to be in the pantry with her two eyes on the front door； when her place was in the kitchen with both of them on the pots and kettles； no one could tell。 Everything seemed to be at sixes and sevens in the old house that night。
And the other members of the household inside the drawing…room seemed just as restless。 Richard； who had raked the coals of his forge； closed the green door of his workshop； and had dressed himself an hour earlier than usual； much to Malachi's delight； became so restless that he got up from his easy…chair half a dozen times and roamed aimlessly about the room； stopping to pick up a book； reading a line and laying it down again。 Mrs。 horn dropped so many stitches that she gave up in despair； and said she believed she would not knit。
Malachi heard him first。
〃Dat's himdat's Marse Ollie；〃 he cried。 〃I know dat knock。 Here he is； Mistis。 Here he is！〃 He sprang forward； threw wide the door and had him by the hand before the others could reach him。
〃Fo' Gawd； Marse Ollie； ain't ol' Malachi glad ter git his han's on yer once mo'！〃
It was unseemly and absurd how the old man behaved！
And the others were not far behind。
〃My boy；〃 exclaimed Mrs。 Horn； as she held him close to her breast。 There are few words spoken in times like this。
Richard waited behind her until that imperceptible moment of silence had passedthe moment a mother gets her arms around the son she loves。 Then when the sigh of restful relief that always follows had spent itself； and she had kissed him with his cheek held fast to hers； Oliver loosened his hold and threw his arms about his father's neck； patting him between his shoulder…blades as he kissed him。
〃Dear old dad！ Oh； but it's good to get home！ And Aunt Hannah； you there？〃 and he extended his hand while his other arm was still around his father's neck。
〃Yas； Marse Oilie； dat's me； dat's ol' Hannah；〃 and she stepped closer and grasped his outstretched hand； smoothing it as she spoke。 〃Lord； Marse Ollie； but ain't you filled out？ You is de probable son； sho'； honey； come home to yo' people。〃
But Oliver was not through with Malachi。 He must take both of his hands this time and look into his eyes。 It was all he could do to keep from hugging him。 It would not have been the first time。
〃Been well； Mallie？〃
Of course he had been； he saw it in his face。 It was only to say something to which the old darky could reply toto keep in touch with himto know that he was speaking to this same old Malachi whom he had so dearly loved。
〃Middlin' po'ly； yasmiddlin' po'ly； suh。〃
Malachi had not the slightest idea what he was talking about。 He had not been sick a minute since Oliver left。 His heart was too near bursting with pride at his appearance and joy over his return for his mind to work intelligently。
〃Dem Yankees ain't sp'iled ye； no； dey ain't。 Gor…a…mighty； ain't Malachi glad。〃 Tears were standing in his eyes now。 There was no one but Richard he loved better than Oliver。
No fatted calf was spitted and roasted this night on Aunt Hannah's swinging crane for this 〃probable son；〃 but there was corn…pone in plenty and a chafing dish of terrapinMalachi would not let Aunt Hannah touch it； he knew just how much Madeira to put in； Hannah always 〃drowned〃 it； he would say。 And there was sally…lunn and Maryland biscuit； here； at last； Aunt Hannah was supreme her elbows told the story。 And last of all there was a great dish of escalloped oysters cooked in fossil scallop shells thousands of years old； that Malachi had himself dug out of the marl…banks at Yorktown when he was a boy； and which had been used in the Horn family almost as many times as they were years old。 Oh； for a revival of this extinct conchological comfort！ But no！ It is just as well not to recall even the memories of this toothsome dish。 There are no more fossils； neither at Yorktown nor anywhere else； and no substitute in china； tin； or copper will be of the slightest use in giving their flavor。
Supper served and over； with Oliver jumping up half a dozen times to kiss his mother and plumping himself down again to begin on another relay of pone or terrapin or oysters； much t
