The Complete Works of Stephen Crane (13 page)

GIVING Coleman another glance of subtle menace Nora repeated: “Why don’t you present me to your friends? “ Coleman had been swiftly searching the whole world for a way clear of this unhappiness, but he knew at last that he could only die at his guns. “ Why, certainly,” he said quickly, “ if you wish it.” He sauntered easily back to the luncheon blanket. “This is Miss Black of the New York Daylight and she says that those people on the mountain are Greeks.” The students were gaping at him, and Marjory and her father sat in the same silence. But to the relief of Coleman and to the high edification of the students, Mrs. Wainwright cried out: “ Why, is she an American woman? “ And seeing Coleman’s nod of assent she rustled to her feet and advanced hastily upon the complacent horsewoman. “ I’m delighted to see you. Who would think of seeing an American woman way over here. Have you been here long? Are you going on further? Oh, we’ve had such a dreadful time.” Coleman remained long enough to hear Nora say: “ Thank you very much, but I shan’t dismount. I am going to ride back to Arta presently.”

Then he heard Mrs. Wainwright cry: “ Oh, are you indeed? Why we, too, are going at once to Arta. We can all go together.” Coleman fled then to the bosom of the students, who all looked at him with eyes of cynical penetration. He cast a glance at Marjory more than fearing a glare which denoted an implacable resolution never to forgive this thing. On the contrary he had never seen her so content and serene. “You have allowed your coffee to get chilled,” she said considerately. “Won’t you have the man warm you some more?”

“Thanks, no,” he answered with gratitude.

Nora, changing her mind, had dismounted and was coming with Mrs. Wainwright. That worthy lady had long had a fund of information and anecdote the sound of which neither her husband nor her daughter would endure for a moment. Of course the rascally students were out of the question. Here, then, was really the first ear amiably and cheerfully open, and she was talking at what the students called her “thirty knot gait.”

“Lost everything. Absolutely everything. Neither of us have even a brush and comb, or a cake of soap, or enough hairpins to hold up our hair. I’m going to take Marjory’s away from her and let her braid her hair down her back. You can imagine how dreadful it is—”

From time to time the cool voice of Nora sounded without effort through this clamour. “ Oh, it will be no trouble at all. I have more than enough of everything. We can divide very nicely.”

Coleman broke somewhat imperiously into this feminine chat. “Well, we must be moving, you know, “ and his voice started the men into activity. When the traps were all packed again on the horse Coleman looked back surprised to see the three women engaged in the most friendly discussion. The combined parties now made a very respectable squadron. Coleman rode off at its head without glancing behind at all. He knew that they were following from the soft pounding of the horses hoofs on the sod and from the mellow hum of human voices.

For a long time he did not think to look upon himself as anything but a man much injured by circumstances. Among his friends he could count numbers who had lived long lives without having this peculiar class of misfortune come to them. In fact it was so unusual a misfortune that men of the world had not found it necessary to pass from mind to mind a perfec t formula for dealing with it. But he soon began to consider himself an extraordinarily lucky person inasmuch as Nora Black had come upon him with her saddle bags packed with inflammable substances, so to speak, and there had been as yet only enough fire to boil coffee for luncheon. He laughed tenderly when he thought of the innocence of Mrs. Wainwright, but his face and back flushed with heat when lie thought of the canniness of the eight American college students.

He heard a horse cantering up on his left side and looking he saw Nora Black. She was beaming with satisfaction and good nature. “ Well, Rufus,” she cried flippantly, “ how goes it with the gallant rescuer? You’ve made a hit, my boy. You are the success of the season.”

Coleman reflected upon the probable result of a direct appeal to Nora. He knew of course that such appeals were usually idle, but he did not consider Nora an ordinary person. His decision was to venture it. He drew his horse close to hers. “ Nora,” he said, “ do you know that you are raising the very devil?”

She lifted her finely penciled eyebrows and looked at him with the baby-stare. “ How? “ she enquired.

“You know well enough,” he gritted out wrathfully.

“Raising the very devil?” she asked. “ How do you mean?” She was palpably interested for his answer. She waited for his reply for an interval, and then she asked him outright. “ Rufus Coleman do you mean that I am not a respectable woman?”

In reality he had meant nothing of the kind, but this direct throttling of a great question stupefied him utterly, for he saw now that she’ would probably never understand him in the least and that she would at any rate always pretend not to understand him and that the more he said the more harm he manufactured. She studied him over carefully and then wheeled her horse towards the rear with some parting remarks. “ I suppose you should attend more strictly to your own affairs, Rufus. Instead of raising the devil I am lending hairpins. I have seen you insult people, but I have never seen you insult anyone quite for the whim of the thing. Go soak your head.”

Not considering it advisable to then indulge in such immersion Coleman rode moodily onward. The hot dust continued to sting the cheeks of the travellers and in some places great clouds of dead leaves roared in circles about them. All of the Wainwright party were utterly fagged. Coleman felt his skin crackle and his throat seemed to be coated with the white dust. He worried his dragoman as to the distance to Arta until the dragoman lied to the point where he always declared that Arta was only off some hundreds of yards.

At their places in the procession Mrs. Wainwright and Marjory were animatedly talking to Nora and the old lady on the little pony. They had at first suffered great amazement at the voluntary presence of the old lady, but she was there really because she knew no better. Her colossal ignorance took the form, mainly, of a most obstreperous patriotism, and indeed she always acted in a foreign country as if she were the special commissioner of the President, or perhaps as a special commissioner could not act at all. She was very aggressive, and when any of the travelling arrangements in Europe did not suit her ideas she was won’t to shrilly exclaim: “ Well! New York is good enough for me.” Nora, morbidly afraid that her ex- pense bill to the Daylight would not be large enough, had dragged her bodily off to Greece as her companion, friend and protection. At Arta they had heard of the grand success of the Greek army. The Turks had not stood for a moment before that gallant and terrible advance; no; they had scampered howling with fear into the north. Jannina would fall-well, Jannina would fall as soon as the Greeks arrived. There was no doubt of it. The correspondent and her friend, deluded and hurried by the light-hearted confidence of the Greeks in Arta, had hastened out then on a regular tourist’s excursion to see Jannina after its capture. Nora concealed from her friend the fact that the editor of the Daylight particularly wished her to see a battle so that she might write an article on actual warfare from a woman’s point of view. With her name as a queen of comic opera, such an article from her pen would be a burning, sensation.

Coleman had been the first to point out to Nora that instead of going on a picnic to Jannina, she had better run back to Arta. When the old lady heard that they had not been entirely safe, she was furious with Nora. “The idea!” she exclaimed to Mrs. Wainwright. “They might have caught us! They might have caught us!”

“Well,” said Mrs. Wainwright. “ I verily believe they would have caught us if it had not been for Mr. Coleman.”

“Is he the gentleman on the fine horse?”

“Yes; that’s him. Oh, he has been sim-plee splendid. I confess I was a little bit-er-surprised. He was in college under my husband. I don’t know that we thought very great things of him, but if ever a man won golden opinions he has done so from us.”

“Oh, that must be the Coleman who is such a great friend of Nora’s.”

“Yes?” said Mrs. Wainwright insidiously. “Is he? I didn’t know. Of course he knows so many people.” Her mind had been suddenly illumined by the old lady and she thought extravagantly of the arrival of Nora upon the scene. She remained all sweetness to the old lady. “Did you know he was here? Did you expect to meet him? I seemed such a delightful coincidence.” In truth she was being subterraneously clever.

“Oh, no; I don’t think so. I didn’t hear Nora mention it. Of course she would have told me. You know, our coming to Greece was such a surprise. Nora had an engagement in London at the Folly Theatre in Fly by Night, but the manager was insufferable, oh, insufferable. So, of course, Nora wouldn’t stand it a minute, and then these newspaper people came along and asked her to go to Greece for them and she accepted. I am sure I never expected to find us-aw-fleeing from the Turks or I shouldn’t have Come.”

“Mrs. Wainwright was gasping. “ You don’t mean that she is — she is Nora Black, the actress.”

“Of course she is,” said the old lady jubilantly.

“Why, how strange,” choked Mrs. Wainwrignt. Nothing she knew of Nora could account for her stupefaction and grief. What happened glaringly to her was the duplicity of man. Coleman was a ribald deceiver. He must have known and yet he had pretended throughout that the meeting was a pure accident She turned with a nervous impulse to sympathist with her daughter, but despite the lovely tranquillity of the girl’s face there was something about her which forbade the mother to meddle. Anyhow Mrs. Wainwright was sorry that she had told nice things of Coleman’s behaviour, so she said to the old lady: “ Young men of these times get a false age so quickly. We have always thought it a great pity, about Mr. Coleman.”

“Why, how so? “ asked the old lady.

“Oh, really nothing. Only, to us he seemed rather — er- prematurely experienced or something of that kind. The old lady did not catch the meaning of the phrase. She seemed surprised. “ Why, I’ve never seen any full-grown person in this world who got experience any too quick for his own good.”

At the tail of the procession there was talk between the two students who had in charge the little grey horse-one to lead and one to flog. “ Billie,” said one, “ it now becomes necessary to lose this hobby into the hands of some of the other fellows. Whereby we will gain opportunity to pay homage to the great Nora. Why, you egregious thick-head, this is the chance of a life-time. I’m damned if I’m going to tow this beast of burden much further.”

“You wouldn’t stand a show,” said Billie pessimistically. “ Look at Coleman.”

“That’s all right. Do you mean to say that you prefer to continue towing pack horses in the presence of this queen of song and the dance just because you think Coleman can throw out his chest a little more than you. Not so. Think of your bright and sparkling youth. There’s Coke and Pete Tounley near Marjory. We’ll call ‘em.” Whereupon he set up a cry. “ Say, you people, we’re not getting a, salary for this. Supposin’ you try for a time. It’ll do you good.” When the two addressed bad halted to await the arrival of the little grey horse, they took on glum expressions. “ You look like poisoned pups,” said the student who led the horse. “ Too strong for light work. Grab onto the halter, now, Peter, and tow. We are going ahead to talk to Nora Black.”

“Good time you’ll have,” answered Peter Tounley.

“Coleman is cuttin’ up scandalous. You won’t stand a show.”

“What do you think of him? “ said Coke. “ Seems curious, all ‘round. Do you suppose he knew she would show up? It was nervy to—”

“Nervy to what? “ asked Billie.