Romance of California Life eBook

John Habberton
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 541 pages of information about Romance of California Life.

Romance of California Life eBook

John Habberton
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 541 pages of information about Romance of California Life.

“I can’t, major!” cried the excited boy.  “Hang it! you’re an old soldier—­don’t you know how infernally uncomfortable it is to stand still and be shot at?”

“I do, my boy,” said the major, with considerable emphasis, and a far-away look at nothing in particular.

“Well, that’ll be my fix as long as I stay here and keep quiet,” replied the lieutenant.

“Wait a week, then,” persisted the major.  “You don’t want to be ’guilty of conduct unbecoming an officer and a gentleman,’ eh?  Don’t spoil her first remembrances of the first freedom she’s known for a couple of years.”

“Well, call it a week, then,” moodily replied the love-sick brave, lighting a candle, and moving toward his room.  “I suppose it will take me a week, anyway, to make up a letter fit to send to such an angel.”

The major sighed, put on an easy coat and slippers, and stepped into his garden.

“Poor Fred!” he muttered to himself, as he paced the walk in front of the piazza; “can’t wait a fortnight, eh?  Wonder what he would say if he knew I’d been waiting for seven or eight years—­if he knew I fell in love with her as easily as he did, and that I’ve never recovered myself?  Wonder what he’d do if some one were to marry her almost before his very eyes, as poor Wittleday did while I was longing for her acquaintance?  Wonder what sort of fool he’d call me if he knew that I came to East Patten, time after time, just for a chance of looking at her—­that I bought Rose Cottage merely to be near her—­that I’d kept it all to myself, and for a couple of years had felt younger at the thought that I might, perchance, win her after all?  Poor Fred!  And yet, why shouldn’t she marry him?—­women have done stranger things; and he’s a great deal more attractive-looking than an old campaigner like myself.  Well, God bless ’em both, and have mercy on an old coward!”

The major looked toward the Wittleday mansion.  The door was open; the last guests were evidently departing, and their beautiful entertainer was standing in the doorway, a flood of light throwing into perfect relief her graceful and tastefully dressed figure.  She said something laughingly to the departing guests; it seemed exquisite music to the major.  Then the door closed, and the major, with a groan, retired within his own door, and sorrowfully consumed many cigars.

The week that followed was a very dismal one to the major.  He petted his garden as usual, and whistled softly to himself, as was his constant habit, but he insanely pinched the buds off the flowering plants, and his whistling—­sometimes plaintive, sometimes hopeless, sometimes wrathful, sometimes vindictive in expression—­was restricted to the execution of dead-marches alone.  He jeopardized his queen so often at chess that Parson Fisher deemed it only honorable to call the major’s attention to his misplays, and to allow him to correct them.

The saddler post-master noticed that the major—­usually a most accomplished smoker—­now consumed a great many matches in relighting each pipe that he filled.  Only once during the week did he chance to meet Mrs. Wittleday, and then the look which accompanied his bow and raised hat was so solemn, that his fair neighbor was unusually sober herself for a few moments, while she wondered whether she could in any way have given the major offense.

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