Goff had won her. Braxton Bragg now knew that. Goff had always
befriended him, and bore with him more than anyone else. Goff had
confided in him and trusted him. Braxton Bragg was as immoral as he was
weak. Therefore I reasoned this matter lay in one of two ways. Either
he was recklessly scheming to deceive and ruin Elsie, or else he had
found out something that none of us knew and was scheming to marry her
on account of it. Besides deceiving my grandsire, as he had all his
life, I now learned that he had further deceived him:—that, graduating
from West Point, he had been appointed to the army, but even before he
went on duty, he had been caught in an act unbecoming a soldier and
gentleman, and to escape courtmartial had resigned. My grandfather’s
influence had saved him and got him elected captain of a company which
my grandsire had himself raised and equipped for the war.
Absorbed in my own affairs, numbed by the wreckage which had come to my
soul’s dream, I had neglected Elsie of late. When I realized it, and
what it meant to a sensitive nature such as hers, I went over at once,
fearing that, since our last meeting she might have misunderstood my
absence, and brooded over imaginary wrongs to her own hurt. I found it
was high time when I learned the real situation.
Tammas met me, his face weary; for the first time in all our greetings
with no broad smile.
"Tammas," I said, "where is Elsie? I want to see her."
"Come, Mr. Jack," said he, taking off his big butter apron; "we’ll gang
ben into Marget’s room, for we baith want to talk to you."
I found Marget quite as troubled as Tammas.
"I feel that I’ve been neglecting you," I said, trying to talk
cheerfully, "but—I have—there have been great changes in my life—I have
gone to live with—"
"Ay, we ken aboot it," said Marget, "and though we didna understand, we
thocht ye’d come ower in your ain guid time to tell us."
"If we can help you, Mr. Jack," began Tammas quietly, "we will be glad
to do it."
"Thank you, good friends," I said, taking his hand. "I can’t explain it
all now; only this," I went on, forcing a smile that I did not feel,
"there has been scheming against me all around, everywhere, since I left
home, and—well," I smiled, "I’ve been turned out of home,
and—and—everything."
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