"And in public acting," replied Hargraves.

"That is not the point," persisted the Major, unrelenting. "It was a personal caricature. I positively decline to overlook it, sir."

"Major Talbot," said Hargraves, with a winning smile, "I wish you would understand me. I want you to know that I never dreamed of insulting you. In my profession, all life belongs to me. I take what I want, and what I can, and return it over the footlights. Now, if you will, let"s let it go at that. I came in to see you about something else. We"ve been pretty good friends for some months, and I"m going to take the risk of offending you again. I know you are hard up for money--never mind how I found out, a boarding house is no place to keep such matters secret--and I want you to let me help you out of the pinch. I"ve been there often enough myself. I"ve been getting a fair salary all the season, and I"ve saved some money. You"re welcome to a couple hundred--or even more--until you get----"

"Stop!" commanded the Major, with his arm outstretched. "It seems that my book didn"t lie, after all. You think your money salve will heal all the hurts of honor. Under no circ.u.mstances would I accept a loan from a casual acquaintance; and as to you, sir, I would starve before I would consider your insulting offer of a financial adjustment of the circ.u.mstances we have discussed. I beg to repeat my request relative to your quitting the apartment."

Hargraves took his departure without another word. He also left the house the same day, moving, as Mrs. Vardeman explained at the supper table, nearer the vicinity of the downtown theater, where _A Magnolia Flower_ was booked for a week"s run.

Critical was the situation with Major Talbot and Miss Lydia. There was no one in Washington to whom the Major"s scruples allowed him to apply for a loan. Miss Lydia wrote a letter to Uncle Ralph, but it was doubtful whether that relative"s constricted affairs would permit him to furnish help. The Major was forced to make an apologetic address to Mrs. Vardeman regarding the delayed payment for board, referring to "delinquent rentals" and "delayed remittances" in a rather confused strain.

Deliverance came from an entirely unexpected source.

Late one afternoon the door maid came up and announced an old colored man who wanted to see Major Talbot. The Major asked that he be sent up to his study. Soon an old darkey appeared in the doorway, with his hat in hand, bowing, and sc.r.a.ping with one clumsy foot. He was quite decently dressed in a baggy suit of black. His big, coa.r.s.e shoes shone with a metallic l.u.s.ter suggestive of stove polish. His bushy wool was gray--almost white. After middle life, it is difficult to estimate the age of a negro. This one might have seen as many years as had Major Talbot.

"I be bound you don"t know me, Mars" Pendleton," were his first words.

The Major rose and came forward at the old, familiar style of address.

It was one of the old plantation darkeys without a doubt; but they had been widely scattered, and he could not recall the voice or face.

"I don"t believe I do," he said kindly--"unless you will a.s.sist my memory."

"Don"t you "member Cindy"s Mose, Mars" Pendleton, what "migrated "mediately after de war?"

"Wait a moment," said the Major, rubbing his forehead with the tips of his fingers. He loved to recall everything connected with those beloved days. "Cindy"s Mose," he reflected. "You worked among the horses--breaking the colts. Yes, I remember now. After the surrender, you took the name of--don"t prompt me--Mitch.e.l.l, and went to the West--to Nebraska."

"Ya.s.sir, ya.s.sir,"--the old man"s face stretched with a delighted grin--"dat"s him, dat"s it. Newbraska. Dat"s me--Mose Mitch.e.l.l. Old Uncle Mose Mitch.e.l.l, dey calls me now. Old mars", your pa, gimme a pah of dem mule colts when I lef" fur to staht me goin" with. You "member dem colts, Mars" Pendleton?"

"I don"t seem to recall the colts," said the Major. "You know. I was married the first year of the war and living at the old Follinsbee place. But sit down, sit down, Uncle Mose. I"m glad to see you. I hope you have prospered."

Uncle Mose took a chair and laid his hat carefully on the floor beside it.

"Yessir; of late I done mouty famous. When I first got to Newbraska, dey folks come all roun" me to see dem mule colts. Dey ain"t see no mules like dem in Newbraska. I sold dem mules for three hundred dollars. Yessir--three hundred.

"Den I open a blacksmith shop, suh, and made some money and bought some lan". Me and my old "oman done raised up seb"m chillun, and all doin" well "cept two of "em what died. Fo" year ago a railroad come along and staht a town slam ag"inst my lan", and, suh, Mars"

Pendleton, Uncle Mose am worth leb"m thousand dollars in money, property, and lan"."

"I"m glad to hear it," said the Major heartily. "Glad to hear it."

"And dat little baby of yo"n, Mars" Pendleton--one what you name Miss Lyddy--I be bound dat little tad done growed up tell n.o.body wouldn"t know her."

The Major stepped to the door and called: "Lydie, dear, will you come?"

Miss Lydia, looking quite grown up and a little worried, came in from her room.

"Dar, now! What"d I tell you? I knowed dat baby done be plum growed up. You don"t "member Uncle Mose, child?"

"This is Aunt Cindy"s Mose, Lydia," explained the Major. "He left Sunnymead for the West when you were two years old."

"Well," said Miss Lydia, "I can hardly be expected to remember you, Uncle Mose, at that age. And, as you say, I"m "plum growed up," and was a blessed long time ago. But I"m glad to see you, even if I can"t remember you."

And she was. And so was the Major. Something alive and tangible had come to link them with the happy past. The three sat and talked over the olden times, the Major and Uncle Mose correcting or prompting each other as they reviewed the plantation scenes and days.

The Major inquired what the old man was doing so far from his home.

"Uncle Mose am a delicate," he explained, "to de grand Baptis"

convention in dis city. I never preached none, but bein" a residin"

elder in de church, and able fur to pay my own expenses, dey sent me along."

"And how did you know we were in Washington?" inquired Miss Lydia.

"Dey"s a cullud man works in de hotel whar I stops, what comes from Mobile. He told me he seen Mars" Pendleton comin" outen dish here house one mawnin".

"What I come fur," continued Uncle Mose, reaching into his pocket--"besides de sight of home folks--was to pay Mars" Pendleton what I owes him.

"Yessir--three hundred dollars." He handed the Major a roll of bills.

"When I lef" old mars" says: "Take dem mule colts, Mose, and, if it be so you gits able, pay fur "em." Yessir--dem was his words. De war had done lef" old mars" po" hisself. Old mars" bein" long ago dead, de debt descends to Mars" Pendleton. Three hundred dollars. Uncle Mose is plenty able to pay now. When dat railroad buy my lan" I laid off to pay fur dem mules. Count de money, Mars" Pendleton. Dat"s what I sold dem mules fur. Yessir."

Tears were in Major Talbot"s eyes. He took Uncle Mose"s hand and laid his other upon his shoulder.

"Dear, faithful, old servitor," he said in an unsteady voice, "I don"t mind saying to you that "Mars" Pendleton spent his last dollar in the world a week ago. We will accept this money, Uncle Mose, since, in a way, it is a sort of payment, as well as a token of the loyalty and devotion of the old regime. Lydia, my dear, take the money. You are better fitted than I to manage its expenditure."

"Take it, honey," said Uncle Mose. "Hit belongs to you. Hit"s Talbot money."

After Uncle Mose had gone, Miss Lydia had a good cry---for joy; and the Major turned his face to a corner, and smoked his clay pipe volcanically.

The succeeding days saw the Talbots restored to peace and ease. Miss Lydia"s face lost its worried look. The major appeared in a new frock coat, in which he looked like a wax figure personifying the memory of his golden age. Another publisher who read the ma.n.u.script of the _Anecdotes and Reminiscences_ thought that, with a little retouching and toning down of the high lights, he could make a really bright and salable volume of it. Altogether, the situation was comfortable, and not without the touch of hope that is often sweeter than arrived blessings.

One day, about a week after their piece of good luck, a maid brought a letter for Miss Lydia to her room. The postmark showed that it was from New York. Not knowing any one there, Miss Lydia, in a mild flutter of wonder, sat down by her table and opened the letter with her scissors. This was what she read:

DEAR MISS TALBOT:

I thought you might be glad to learn of my good fortune. I have received and accepted an offer of two hundred dollars per week by a New York stock company to play Colonel Calhoun in _A Magnolia Flower_.

There is something else I wanted you to know. I guess you"d better not tell Major Talbot. I was anxious to make him some amends for the great help he was to me in studying the part, and for the bad humor he was in about it. He refused to let me, so I did it anyhow. I could easily spare the three hundred.

Sincerely yours, H. HOPKINS HARGRAVES.

P.S. How did I play Uncle Mose?

Major Talbot, pa.s.sing through the hall, saw Miss Lydia"s door open and stopped.

"Any mail for us this morning, Lydia, dear?" he asked.

Miss Lydia slid the letter beneath a fold of her dress.

"_The Mobile Chronicle_ came," she said promptly. "It"s on the table in your study."