CHAPTER XIX
MARK HAS A RIVAL
It was in September when Mark returned from his last trip. He was sothin and pale that Mr. Chittenden insisted on his taking a few weeks ofabsolute rest. These weeks were the happiest, as well as the mostmiserable, that Mark had ever spent. Happy because he was throwncontinually in the company of Grace, miserable because he felt a greatlove springing up in his heart which must never be spoken.
A thousand times he resolved to flee. It would be so easy for him to goon one of his secret missions and never return. But he kept putting offthe evil day; it was so near heaven to be near her, to see her everyday. He believed he would be content if he could only live as he wasalways. In his imagination he had invested Grace with more than humanattributes, and worshipped her from afar, as he would some angelicbeing.
Did Grace know the feeling Mark Grafton had for her? The eyes oftenspeak more eloquently than words, and Mark's eyes told her the story ofhis devotion a hundred times a day. But this knowledge, instead ofdrawing Grace to him, piqued her. If he loved her why did he remainsilent? In all the books she had read, lovers were not backward intelling of their love. But after all, she was glad he was silent, forshe was doubtful of her father's approval, and there was that mysterythat hung over him, a mystery she had not solved as yet.
"Mark, you are deceiving us," she said boldly one day. "You are not whatyou pretend to be."
Mark started, but soon recovered his composure. "What makes you thinkso, Grace?" he asked quietly.
"Because you have represented yourself as a poor, friendless, privatesoldier. Now, I know you were raised a gentleman. You need not deny it."
"Is that all? I thought--" he stopped.
"Thought what?" asked Grace.
"Nothing, only I am sorry you have such a poor opinion of me, Grace. Insaying I am poor and friendless I have not deceived you. I am as poorand as friendless as I have represented."
"But in other things you are silent. You have never told me a word ofyourself, of your early life. You only say you are an orphan. Mark, youare not what you pretend. You are holding back something, and I don'tlike it. Mark, what is it? You can surely trust me as you would asister."
A look of pain came over Mark's face. "Grace, don't think evil of me,"he faltered. "Think of me as a friend, a friend who would willingly diefor you, but never anything more than a friend."
He turned away and left her confused, confounded. She saw that he wassuffering, but she was angry. He had refused to confide in her. He hadeven hinted she might think more of him than was wise.
That night as she lay in bed thinking of what he had said, tears of hotanger filled her eyes, "Would die for me," she whispered, "but wouldnever be more than a friend. Who asked him to be more? He is nothing buta presumptuous boy and should be punished." For the next two or threedays she was decidedly cool to Mark.
By the first of November Mark felt he had fully recovered his health,and except for his arm he was as well as he ever would be. He told Mr.Chittenden so, and that it was not right for him to stay longer. But Mr.Chittenden asked him not to go, as he had some work he could help himin. He had orders to gather all the provisions and forage possible. Atrain was coming from Arkansas to get it. Then, some time in the month,a body of recruits from the northern part of the State were expected.Supplies must be gathered for them.
Mark promised to stay, but the change in Grace cut him to the heart. Hethought she was angry because he had refused to tell her his secret.Little did he think he had uttered words which cut more deeply.
It was hard for Grace to think the cause of Mark's reticence was that hehad fled for committing some criminal act, but what else could it be?She resolved more firmly than ever to discover his secret.
It is not to be supposed that such a girl as Grace had lived to benineteen years of age without admirers. There was not a young man in theOzarks but what would have been her slave if she had given him the leastencouragement, but she was such a lady, so far above them, that theywere content to worship from afar. They well knew they could be no matefor her. But there was one exception, a young man called Thomas Hobson,known as Big Tom.
Big Tom was a splendid specimen of the human animal, tall, broadshouldered, thick chested, and he had the strength of a giant. If theworld had been looking for a perfect physical specimen of man it wouldhave found it in Big Tom. There was also an animal beauty about him thatcaptivated and charmed.
His magnificent body was all he had to recommend him. He was a bully bynature, and used his great strength by imposing on others. He wasinordinately vain and conceited, and was continually boasting of hisprowess. He was thought brave, for no man in the Ozarks dared to standup against him in a fight, but at heart he was a coward.
During the first year of the war he was active in driving out andmaltreating Union men. Living quite a distance from Mr. Chittenden, hehad never seen Grace until the time she went to the rescue of Mr.Osborne. He was one of the hanging party. When Grace so unexpectedlyappeared on the scene, her excitement and fierce wrath only heightenedher beauty, and Tom gazed at her in admiration. He had been one of themost violent in demanding the death of Mr. Osborne, but now he suddenlychanged sides and demanded that he be let go.
Much to Grace's disgust he persisted in paying her attention, and atlength proposed. Much to his surprise he was not only refused butrefused with scorn and contempt. This aroused every evil passion of hisnature.
"You will regret this, Grace Chittenden," he cried furiously. "I 'sposeyou reckon you be too good for me, but I will give you to understandthat there is not a gal in the Ozarks, except you, but would jump at thechance to be my wife."
"Go and make one of them jump, then. I want none of you," replied Gracesarcastically, as she slammed the door in his face, leaving him swearingand cursing.
When Mr. Chittenden was informed of what had occurred he sent word toTom never to set foot on his premises again.
Mr. Chittenden was too big a man for even Tom to defy. But the affairgot out and Tom, when he was not present, became the butt of the countyover his presumption in aspiring to the daughter of Judge Chittenden.Tom knew of the merriment it caused and his pride was so hurt that hedisappeared and was not heard of for over a year. In the fall of 1862 hesuddenly appeared in the Ozarks at the head of a band of guerrillas.
The band numbered about fifteen, and he concluded that with this forcehe would show Judge Chittenden that he was not afraid of him, and thathe was as big a man as he was. Therefore, he rode boldly up to thehouse. He was mounted on a magnificent horse, an immense plume floatedfrom his hat, and he was decked out in all the grandeur of a banditchief.
Mr. Chittenden was surprised, but concluded that under the circumstancesit was policy to treat him with courtesy. Tom had learned to be polite.He did not mention past differences, or ask to see Grace. He had much tosay of his prowess in the field, and of the number of Yankees he hadkilled, and boasted he held a commission as captain signed by GeneralPrice. The main object of his visit seemed to be to impress on the Judgehis importance. When he learned Mr. Chittenden was engaged in gatheringsupplies for the Confederate army he proffered his services to help,which the Judge thought best to accept.
He became quite a frequent caller at the house, and as he did not forcehis attentions on Grace, she thought it best to do nothing to anger him,but saw as little of him as possible.
"Who is this fellow hanging around here?" asked Tom one day of Mr.Chittenden.
"Do you mean Mark Grafton? He is a Confederate soldier who was cruellywounded at Pea Ridge, and found his way here. Since then he has renderedvaluable services as a courier."
Tom did not rest until he had learned all about Mark that he could, andthen growled: "A likely story. He never saw Pea Ridge; he was shot insome brawl. He is simply hanging around here to try and work his wayinto the good graces of your daughter. Look out for him. I have beenwatching the fellow; he is a sneak."
"Please keep my daughter's name out of your conversa
tion," replied Mr.Chittenden, angrily, "or you and I will have a settlement. As for Mark,he can take care of himself, and if you know when you are well off youwon't pick a quarrel with him."
"What! I skeered of that chap! Why, I could crush him with one finger.But no offence, Mr. Chittenden, only you will find I am right."
From that time on Tom became insanely jealous of Mark. What Tom wassaying came to the ears of Mark, and a look came into his face whichboded no good to Tom.
One day Mark met Tom alone, and as he was about to pass him with ascowling face and no recognition, Mark hailed him with, "Hold on,Hobson, a word with you."
With a growl Tom wheeled his horse and as he did so his hand went to hisrevolver.
"Hands up! None of that!" And Tom saw Mark had him covered. He also sawa look in his eyes that made him tremble. Death lurked there.
"Tom Hobson, it's time you and I had a reckoning," said Mark. "I hearyou have been calling me a sneak and an impostor, but for that I carenothing. I hear you have been linking my name with that of MissChittenden. Now, I give you fair warning, if I ever hear of you takingthe name of that young lady on your foul lips I will shoot you like adog."
"So it's all settled between yo' uns?" Tom managed to stammer. "Begpardon, didn't know it had went that far." Looking into the muzzle of arevolver made Tom very humble.
"Fool!" answered Mark. "Grace Chittenden is not for such as either youor me. Neither of us is worthy to kiss the ground on which she walks.Now ride away and don't look back. If you do you get a bullet."
Tom meekly did as he was bid, but in his heart there raged the passionsof a demon, and he swore Mark Grafton should die.
But what did Mark mean by saying Grace was for neither of them? Tompondered the question long. Light broke in upon him. It must mean thatMark had proposed and been refused, and being jealous of him had takenthis way to scare him away. Perhaps Grace had been captivated by hisfine appearance after all, and was only waiting for him to propose.
Again was his vanity in the ascendency, and he resolved to propose atthe first opportunity. It came quicker than he had thought for. Near Mr.Chittenden's house was a shady nook that overlooked the La Belle. It waswhere the little river dashed and foamed and smote the rocks that wouldbar its passage. Here Grace loved to sit and watch the conflict, andhere she was when Tom Hobson rode by. His heart gave a great bound, forit was the first opportunity he had had of seeing and speaking to heralone.
Reining in his horse, he dismounted, and making what he thought a mostcourtly bow, he bade her good evening.
Grace arose, an angry flush on her face, and barely acknowledging hisgreeting, turned to go.
Stepping in front of her he said, "Please don't go. I have been wantingto speak to yo' un ever since I returned. Yo' un know what I told yo' unwhen I went away. I'm of the same mind still, though I do be a captingnow, and expect to be a kernel befo' the war is over."
"Out of my way," exclaimed Grace, white with rage and trying to pushpast him.
He caught her by the shoulder, "I reckon yo' un think that sneak of aMark Grafton loves yo' un, but he don't. He told me so," sneered Tom.
"You lie. Mark Grafton is a soldier and a gentleman and you are acoward. Out of my way."
Her hand sought the bosom of her dress, but Tom did not notice. He waswhite with rage.
"I'll hev' yo' un yet," he shouted. "All hell can't keep me from hevenyo'." He attempted to take her in his arms.
He drew back amazed. For the second time that afternoon he was lookinginto the muzzle of a revolver, and the hand that held that revolver wasas firm and steady as the one that held the first.
He was looking into the muzzle of a revolver.]
"Mr. Hobson," said Grace, without a tremor in her voice, "if you do notmount your horse and ride away before I count ten I shall kill you. One,two--"
But Tom did not wait for her to finish; he sprang on his horse anddashed away cursing.
About an hour later, as Mark was returning home, there came the reportof a rifle from a hillside and a ball tore away the crown of his hat.All he could see was a little cloud of smoke on the mountain. Puttingspurs to his horse he was soon out of danger.
When he reached the house he found Mr. Chittenden in a towering passion.He had just returned, and Grace was telling him of her encounter withBig Tom.
"The wretch is too vile to live," he swore. "I will hunt him to earth,if it takes me a year."
"I am with you," said Mark, showing his hat. "I got that only a fewmoments ago, so you see I have an account to settle with him, too."
"Why should he shoot at you?" asked Mr. Chittenden, in astonishment.
"You must ask him," answered Mark, carelessly, but as he said it heglanced at Grace. Her face was crimson, and then grew very pale. Had BigTom told the truth? Had Mark been talking about her to him?
That night it was agreed that the next day a posse should be organizedand Big Tom run down, but when morning came it was found Big Tom and hisgang had fled during the night.
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