CHAPTER XXV.
A REMARKABLE REVELATION.
Alarming news reached the Ruthven plantation that night. A large forceof Federal soldiers had loomed up in the vicinity, and the Confederatearmy had been compelled to fall back to the mountains and to the valleybeyond.
"Our victory is swallowed up in defeat," said Marion, but even as shespoke a soft look came into her eyes. Perhaps, if the Yankees werecoming again, she would see Harry Powell once more. Even though she didnot wish to acknowledge it to herself, Marion thought much of herdashing cousin.
"What a man he is, compared with cowardly St. John!" she said toherself. And then she prayed to Heaven that Harry might come out of thewar unharmed.
Marion's wish was gratified so far as seeing Harry Powell was concerned,for the young surgeon dashed up on horseback early in the morning.
"I could not keep away," he said, after shaking hands with Mrs. Ruthvenand his cousin. "I heard that the fight was fierce in this neighborhood,and I wanted to learn if you had suffered."
"We had a cannon ball go through the sitting room," answered Mrs.Ruthven.
"And was anybody hurt?"
"One of the wounded soldiers was hit. He has now a high fever inconsequence."
"Thank God the cannon ball did not hit you or Marion!" ejaculated HarryPowell, and gave Marion a look that made the girl blush deeply."Somebody said the Ruthven place had been on fire."
"That was at St. John's place," answered Marion. "But the fire was putout before great damage was done."
"I am happy to see that you were not hurt, Harry," said Mrs. Ruthven."You must have been in peril many times."
"I was in peril, aunt, and I did not escape wholly. I was wounded in theshoulder, although the hurt is of small consequence."
"I am glad that you escaped," cried Marion. And she gave him a look thatmeant a good deal.
"Poor Colonel Stanton was not so fortunate," went on the young surgeon."He was shot through the breast, and now lies between life and death."
"Jack saw him shot, from a distance," said Mrs. Ruthven.
"Did he? And where is Jack now?"
"He has disappeared," and the lady of the plantation gave her nephewsome of the particulars.
Harry was invited into the house, and he remained to lunch, in themeantime telling of the general progress of the war.
"Frankly, I wish it was at an end," he said. "I hate to see one sectionof our glorious country fighting the other. It is not right."
During the talk it developed that Colonel Stanton was lying at a houseabout half a mile distant, up the bay road.
"He acts very queerly," said Harry Powell, "just as if his wound hadaffected his mind."
"Can we do anything for him?" asked Mrs. Ruthven.
"I do not know of anything now. But perhaps I'll think of somethinglater, aunt. I do not wish the colonel to suffer any more than isnecessary. He is a thorough gentleman."
"I feel you are right, Harry. He has given me an entirely different ideaof Yankees from what I had before," returned Mrs. Ruthven warmly.
The lady of the plantation became deeply interested in the woundedcolonel's case, and when the young surgeon went away she had one of thenegroes of the place hitch up a horse to the carriage and drive her overto where the wounded officer lay.
The colonel was in something of a fever, and hardly recognized her. Fora long time he kept muttering to himself, but she could not catch hiswords.
"The ship is doomed!" he cried suddenly. "We are going to pieces on therocks!" And then he began to speak of the army and of the terriblebattle through which he had gone.
"What can he mean by saying the ship is doomed?" was the question whichMrs. Ruthven asked herself. "Can it be that he was once in a shipwreck?"
For a long while after this the colonel lay silent. Then he opened hiseyes and stared around wildly.
"All drowned, you say?" he exclaimed. "No! no! Laura must be saved! Savemy wife--never mind me! How high the waves are running! Where is thechild? Captain, why don't you put out to sea? Don't you see the rebels?They are luring us to the coast! See, that rebel is stealing my child,my darling Jack! Ha! we have struck, and I am drifting. Laura, where areyou? Save Jack! Look, look, they are retreating! The battle is won! Oh,what a storm--can nothing be saved?" And then the poor man sank back,completely exhausted.
Mrs. Ruthven drank in the spoken words like one in a dream. What wasthis the wounded officer was saying? Something about a storm, about awife Laura, and a child named Jack!
"Can it be possible that he is speaking of our boy Jack?" she askedherself, and then looked at the colonel's face more closely than ever.The resemblance was more than striking, it was perfect. Give Jack thatheavy mustache and those wrinkles, and the faces would be exactly alike.
"He must be Jack's father!" she went on. "How wonderful! But what doesthis mean? Why did he not claim Jack long ago?"
For over an hour she sat by the colonel's side, but he made no furtherefforts to speak. In the meantime a surgeon came in to attend to theofficer's wound.
"If you can have him taken to my house, I will see to it that he has thebest of care," said Mrs. Ruthven.
"Why, are you not a Southern woman, madam?" questioned the surgeon, inpardonable surprise.
"I am, but I know Colonel Stanton, and do not wish to see him suffer anymore than is necessary."
"He is a friend?"
"Something of a friend, yes."
"And who are you, if I may ask?"
"I am Mrs. Alice Ruthven, owner of the plantation half a mile from here.Dr. Harry Powell, whom you may know, is my nephew."
"I know Dr. Powell well, and if he says it is all right, I'll haveColonel Stanton removed to your home without delay."
"When will you see Dr. Powell?"
"To-day. This is not a nice place, and I would like to see the colonelhave better quarters."
A little later Mrs. Ruthven left and drove home with all speed.
"Marion, I have wonderful news!" she exclaimed, on entering the roomwhere the girl sat making bandages for the wounded soldiers.
"What is it, mamma; is Jack found?"
"No, but I am almost sure that I have found Jack's father?"
"Oh, mamma! Of course you don't mean that horrid Dr. Mackey?"
"No, I mean Colonel Stanton."
"Mamma!" And Marion leaped up, scattering the bandages in alldirections.
"Did you ever notice how much Jack and the colonel resembled eachother?"
"I did."
"The colonel is in a fever, and while I was there he cried out about ashipwreck, and asked that his wife Laura and his son Jack be saved."
"Didn't you always think Jack's mother was named Laura?"
"I did--although I wasn't sure."
"But why didn't he come to claim Jack?"
"That's the mystery. I have asked that the colonel be brought here, andas soon as he is well enough to stand being questioned I am going tolearn the truth of the matter."
"I hope he is Jack's father," murmured Marion. "But if so, what of Dr.Mackey?"
"That's another mystery."
"He must know something of the colonel's past."
"Undoubtedly."
"I wonder if the two ever met in this vicinity?"
"There is no telling. I am impatient to question the colonel. But ofcourse nothing can be done until he is better and in his right mind."
That evening there was the rattle of wagon-wheels on the gravel roadleading up to the Ruthven mansion, and, looking out, Marion and hermother saw an ambulance approaching. The colonel was inside, and theyhastened to prepare a bedroom for his accommodation.
"Is he better?" asked Mrs. Ruthven of the surgeon in charge.
"A trifle," was the answer. "What he needs is rest and quiet. He has astrong constitution, and that is in his favor."
It did not take long to transfer Colonel Stanton to the bedchamberprepared for his reception, and once he was in the house Mrs. Ruthvendid all in her power to
make him comfortable. The ride had somewhatexhausted the officer, and he slept heavily until far into the nextmorning.
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