Cardigan. Chambers Robert William

is one o'clock," said Mr. Butler, "and time for your carving lesson. Did you not hear the bugles from the forts?"

      "I heard nothing, sir," said I, giving him a surly look, which he returned with that blank stare of the eyes, noticeable in hawks and kites and foul night birds surprised by light.

      "Sir William dines early," he said, as I followed him through the dim hallway, past the nursery, and down stairs. "If he has to wait your pleasure for his slice of roast, you will await his pleasure for the remainder of the day in the school-room."

      "It is not true!" I said, stopping short in the lower hallway. "I am free of that ratty pit forever! And of the old ferret, too," I added, insolently.

      "By your favour," said Mr. Butler, "may I ask whether your erudition is impairing your bodily health, that you leave school so early in life, Master Cardigan?"

      "If you were a real schoolmaster," said I, hotly, "I would answer you with a kennel lash, but you are an officer and a gentleman." And in a low voice I bade him go to the devil at his convenience.

      "One year more and I could call you out for this," he said, staring at me.

      "You can do it now!" I retorted, angrily, raising myself a little on my toes.

      Suddenly all the hatred and contempt I had so long choked back burst out in language I now blush for. I called him a coward, a Huron, a gentleman with the instincts of a pedagogue. I heaped abuse upon him; I dared him to meet me; nay, I challenged him to face me with rifle or sword, when and where he chose. And all the time he stood staring at me with that deathly laugh which never reached his eyes.

      "Measure me!" I said, venomously; "I am as tall as you, lacking an inch. I am a man! This day Sir William freed me from that spider-web you tenant, and now in Heaven's name let us settle that score which every hour has added to since I first beheld you!"

      "And my honour?" he asked, coldly.

      "What?" I stammered. "I ask you to maintain it with rifle or rapier! Blood scours tarnished names!"

      "Not your blood," he said, with a stealthy glance at the dining-room door; "not the blood of a boy. That would rust my honour. Wait, Master Cardigan, wait a bit. A year runs like a spotted fawn in cherry-time!"

      "You will not meet me?" I blurted out, mortified.

      "In a year, perhaps," he said, absently, scarcely looking at me as he spoke.

      Then from within the dining-hall came Sir William's roar: "Body o' me! Am I to be kept here at twiddle-thumbs for lack of a carver!"

      I stepped back in an instant, bowing to Mr. Butler.

      "I will be patient for a year, sir," I said. And so opened the door while he passed me, and into the dining-hall.

      "I am sorry, sir," said I, but Sir William cut me short with:

      "Damnation, sir! I am asking a blessing!"

      So I buried my nose in my hollowed hand and stood up, very still.

      Having given thanks in a temper, Sir William's frown relaxed and he sat down and tucked his finger-cloth under his neck with an injured glance at me.

      "Zounds!" he said, mildly; "hell hath no fury like a fisherman kept waiting. Captain Butler, bear me out."

      "I am no angler," said Mr. Butler, in his deadened voice.

      "That is true," observed Sir William, as though condoling with Mr. Butler for a misfortune not his fault. "Perhaps some day the fever may scorch you – like our young kinsman Micky – eh, lad?"

      I said, "Perhaps, sir," with eyes on the smoking joint before me. It was Sir William's pleasure that I learn to carve; and, in truth, I found it easy, save for the carving of a goose or of those wild-ducks we shot on the great Vlaie.

      We were but four to dine that day: Sir William, Mr. Butler, Silver Heels, and myself. Mistress Molly remained in the nursery, where were also Peter and Esk, inasmuch as they slobbered and fouled the cloth, and so fed in the play-room.

      Colonel Guy Johnson remained at Detroit, Captain John Johnson was on a mission to Albany, Thayendanegea in Quebec, and Colonel Claus, with his lady, had gone to Castle Cumberland. There were no visiting officers or Indians at Johnson Hall that week, and our small company seemed lost in the great dining-hall.

      Having carved the juicy joint, the gilly served Sir William, then Mr. Butler, then Silver Heels, whom I had scarcely noticed, so full was I of my quarrel with Mr. Butler. Now, as Saunders laid her plate, I gave her a look which meant, "I did not tell Sir William," whereupon she smiled at her plate and clipped a spoonful from a dish of potatoes.

      "Good appetite and good health, sir," said I, raising my wine-glass to Sir William.

      "Good health, my lad!" said Sir William, heartily.

      Glasses were raised again and compliments said, though my face was sufficient to sour the Madeira in Mr. Butler's glass.

      "Your good health, Michael," said Silver Heels, sweetly.

      I pledged her with a patronizing amiability which made her hazel-gray eyes open wide.

      Now, coxcomb that I was, I sat there, dizzied by my new dignity, yet carefully watching Sir William to imitate him, thinking that, as I was now a man, I must observe the carriage, deportment, and tastes of men.

      When Sir William declined a dish of jelly, I also waved it away, though God knew I loved jellies.

      When Sir William drank the last of the winter's ale, I shoved aside my small-beer and sent for a mug.

      "It will make a humming-top of your head," said Sir William. "Stick to small-beer, Micky."

      Mortified, I tossed off my portion, and was very careful not to look at Silver Heels, being hot in the face.

      Mr. Butler and Sir William spoke gravely of the discontent now rampant in the town of Boston, and of Captain John Johnson's mission to Albany. I listened greedily, sniffing for news of war, but understood little of their discourse save what pertained to the Indians.

      Some mention, indeed, was made of rangers, but, having always associated militia and rangers with war on the Indians, I thought little of what they discussed. I even forgot my new dignity, and secretly pinched a bread crumb into the shape of a little pig which I showed to Silver Heels. She thereupon pinched out a dog with hound's ears for me to admire.

      I was roused by Sir William's voice in solemn tones to Mr. Butler: "Now, God forbid I should live to see that, Captain Butler!" and I pricked up my ears once more, but made nothing of what followed, save that there were certain disloyal men in Massachusetts and New York who might rise against our King and that our Governor Tryon meant to take some measures concerning tea.

      "Well, well," burst out Sir William at length; "in evil days let us thank God that the fish still swim! Eh, Micky? I wish the ice were out."

      "The anchor-ice is afloat, and the Kennyetto is free, sir," I said, quickly.

      "How do you know?" asked Sir William, laughing.

      I had, the day previous, run across to the Kennyetto to see, and I told him so.

      He was pleased to praise my zeal and to say I ran like a Mohawk, which praise sounded sweet until I saw Silver Heels's sly smile, and I remembered the foot-race and the jack-knife.

      But I was above foot-races now. Others might run to amuse me; I would look on – perhaps distribute prizes.

      "Some day, Sir William, will you not make me one of your deputies?" I asked, eagerly.

      "Hear the lad!" cried Sir William, pushing back his chair. "On my soul, Captain Butler, it is time for old weather-worn Indian commissioners like me to resign and make way for younger blood! And his Majesty might be worse served than by Micky here; eh, Captain Butler?"

      "Perhaps," said Mr. Butler, in his dead voice.

      Sir William rose and we all stood up. The Baronet, brushing Silver Heels on his way to the door, passed his arm around her and tilted her chin up.

      "Now do you go to Mistress Mary and beg her to place you in the stocks for an hour;