actors and San Franciscan literary people and Bonanza grandees. He was
elegantly upholstered, and was a handsome fellow, barring a trifling cast
in his eye. He seemed very jovial, but nevertheless he kept his eye on
the door with an expectant and uneasy watchfulness. By and by a nobby.
lackey appeared, and delivered a message to the mistress, who nodded her
head understandingly. That seemed to settle the thing for Mr. Burley;
his vivacity decreased little by little, and a dejected look began to
creep into one of his eyes and a sinister one into the other.
The rest of the company departed in due time, leaving him with the
mistress, to whom he said:
“There is no longer any question about it. She avoids me. She
continually excuses herself. If I could see her, if I could speak to her
only a moment but this suspense–”
“Perhaps her seeming avoidance is mere accident, Mr. Burley. Go to the
small drawing-room up-stairs and amuse yourself a moment. I will
despatch a household order that is on my mind, and then I will go to her
room. Without doubt she will be persuaded to see you.”
Mr. Burley went up-stairs, intending to go to the small drawing-room, but
as he was passing “Aunt Susan’s” private parlor, the door of which stood
slightly ajar, he heard a joyous laugh which he recognized; so without
knock or announcement he stepped confidently in. But before he could
make his presence known he heard words that harrowed up his soul and
chilled his young blood, die heard a voice say:
“Darling, it has come!”
Then he heard Rosannah Ethelton, whose back was toward him, say:
“So has yours, dearest!”
He saw her bowed form bend lower; he heard her kiss something–not merely
once, but again and again! His soul raged within him. The heartbreaking
conversation went on:
“Rosannah, I knew you must be beautiful, but this is dazzling, this is
blinding, this is intoxicating!”
“Alonzo, it is such happiness to hear you say it. I know it is not true,
but I am so grateful to have you think it is, nevertheless! I knew you
must have a noble face, but the grace and majesty of the reality beggar
the poor creation of my fancy.”
Burley heard that rattling shower of kisses again.
“Thank you, my Rosannah! The photograph flatters me, but you must not
allow yourself to think of that. Sweetheart?”
“Yes, Alonzo.”
“I am so happy, Rosannah.”
“Oh, Alonzo, none that have gone before me knew what love was, none that
come after me will ever know what happiness is. I float in a gorgeous
cloud land, a boundless firmament of enchanted and bewildering ecstasy!”
“Oh, my Rosannah! for you are mine, are you not?”
“Wholly, oh, wholly yours, Alonzo, now and forever! All the day long,
and all through my nightly dreams, one song sings itself, and its sweet
burden is, ‘Alonzo Fitz Clarence, Alonzo Fitz Clarence, Eastport, state
of Maine!'”
“Curse him, I’ve got his address, anyway!” roared Burley, inwardly, and
rushed from the place.
Just behind the unconscious Alonzo stood his mother, a picture of
astonishment. She was so muffled from head to heel in furs that nothing
of herself was visible but her eyes and nose. She was a good allegory of
winter, for she was powdered all over with snow.
Behind the unconscious Rosannah stood “Aunt’ Susan,” another picture of
astonishment. She was a good allegory of summer, for she was lightly
clad, and was vigorously cooling the perspiration on her face with a fan.
Both of these women had tears of joy in their eyes.
“Soho!” exclaimed Mrs. Fitz Clarence, “this explains why nobody has been
able to drag you out of your room for six weeks, Alonzo!”
“So ho!” exclaimed Aunt Susan, “this explains why you have been a hermit
for the past six weeks, Rosannah!”
The young couple were on their feet in an instant, abashed, and standing
like detected dealers in stolen goods awaiting judge Lynch’s doom.
“Bless you, my son! I am happy in your happiness. Come to your mother’s
arms, Alonzo!”
“Bless you, Rosannah, for my dear nephew’s sake! Come to my arms!”