Sweet Clover: A Romance of the White City — Dress Parade

*CHAPTER XXIV.

* *DRESS PARADE.

* "Do you think Jack enjoyed himself?"

asked Clover, when her sister crossed the hall to her room that night for the usual last word before retiring.

"I suppose he did.

How anxious you are about Jack all the time!

You make an absolute fetish of him.

It used to mislead me."

"Did it?"

Clover smiled, and turned back to her dressing-table.

"Yes, indeed, and no wonder.

It is a good thing, however, that I was mistaken, else I'm sure there would have been coffee and pistols ordered for two.

I want your opinion, Clover, on a delicate question.

Supposing a man of some strength of character spends a whole evening at a dance following about after a woman, smiling pensively at her face, or the back of her head, or her shoulder, or whatever of her he can get to smile at, and finding spots of vantage from which he can behold her dance when he is not dancing with her himself.

Supposing he flies about to bring her glasses of water, and wraps, and fans, and performs all the other offices which are usually the privilege of her partners, driving said partners to the last pitch of exasperation.

What, I ask you, is the matter with that man?"

Clover turned her tender glance upon her sister, marveling that the spirit of mischief could be so rampant in her eyes.

"Dear," she said reproachfully, "that man is very deeply in love."

"That is what I supposed myself," replied Mildred demurely; "but I wanted to be sure I didn't exaggerate."

"Too seriously so for you to make merry over it," continued Clover, shaking her head.

"Well, if you aren't a pair of you!"

exclaimed Mildred, bursting into laughter, which she endeavored to repress out of consideration of the lateness of the hour.

Then she seized her sister's astonished face between her hands and kissed her repeatedly.

"I suppose there isn't another man in the world beside Jack Van Tassel, is there?

How glad I am, I am not attached to him; I should be wildly jealous."

"Oh--let me go, Mildred.

I didn't know you meant--I didn't know that any one noticed"-- Clover was as red as her namesake, and looking everywhere except at her sister.

"Noticed!

Why, my dear, he was a perfect spectacle.

I fancy everybody in the room noticed except himself.

He doesn't know what is the matter with him, either.

He asked me once, when we were out on the piazza, if there wasn't some malaria here.

He isn't able to sleep of late, and his appetite isn't right."

Mildred went off into a peal of laughter.

"Hush.

Do please hush, Milly," implored poor crimson Clover in an agony.

"Supposing Hilda should hear you and come in.

She will.

Oh, _please_."

"He said he thought he should take--oh dear, I'm hurting myself--he thought he should take quinine!"

Mildred wiped her eyes; "and I said--I was of the opinion--oh my!

that something sweet would help him more;

extract of Clover, perhaps."

"Mildred, tell me instantly you didn't say that!"

"Well, not quite so much as that; but he tempted me dreadfully."

"Go to bed, Milly.

Go to bed straight off.

It is late."

"All right; but isn't it funny?"

pleadingly.

"No. I do not think it funny at all."

"Oh, you must; that big, absent man, vainly mooning around among his data"-- "Well, if you will only go away; perhaps--it's a little-- There, I have turned the gas out.

You will have to go."

"I am about to set up a Gorham to match your Jack," said Mildred irrepressibly.

"I am going to see that you treat the poor man right, and help him diagnose his symptoms.

I am going to give you reproachful glances and him tender ones.

I shall have to tell him they're tender, though"-- But here Clover succeeded in pushing her over the threshold and closing the door upon her.

The following day Mr. and Mrs. Page took their departure, the latter more reluctant than ever to leave so many objects of interest.

"Ain't it lonely without 'em?"

said Aunt Love that night to Clover, after dinner.

"I don't know but you'll want to ask Mr. Gorham over here to help fill up the gap," she suggested rather timidly.

"No, I think we won't disturb his arrangements," replied Clover quietly.

"I suppose he can't stay here very much longer any way."

Miss Berry went to the back door to give Blitzen and Electra their supper, and arbitrate between them while they ate it.

"She won't ask him over.

H'm!"

she soliloquized, arranging two dishes of scraps, while the two pets barked and chirped expectantly.

Then she seated herself on a step to watch their proceedings.

"That looks like it," she continued in her own thoughts.

"Well, if this is what he's been waitin' for, thirty odd years, I don't feel to blame him.

Now you get back, Electry.

Blitzen ain't a-goin' to stand everything.

Sometimes it does seem's if you had the most cheek of any critter in feathers.

Well, look at that now!"

for Blitzen, exasperated at a raid upon his plate, jumped at the chicken, who quick as thought hopped on his back, and clung to her perch by means of claw and wing while the terrier raced in a mad circle.

Aunt Love's hearty laugh rang out as she watched Blitzen's fruitless efforts to disembarrass himself.

At last he lay down and rolled over, and Electra, squawking excitedly, ran back to her plate.

She was not pursued.

The terrier ever afterward regarded her as something uncanny, and so far as possible refrained from acknowledging her existence.

An event of general interest during the Fair summer was the visit to the Exposition of the West Point cadets.

Cro' Nest itself is scarcely more immovable from its position among the Highlands of the Hudson than these pets of Uncle Sam; but it is a matter of history that they and their paraphernalia were transferred to the Philadelphia Centennial, and now again with much form and ceremony their camp was set up in the green plain adjoining the Government Building on the shore of Lake Michigan.

They arrived one dazzling afternoon, which began serenely calm, but toward evening gave the guests a northeast wind which sent white-capped waves rushing landward, and shook the tents in the new company-streets.

Starting from the Terminal Station, the young soldiers marched through the streets of the White City, preceded by their famous band, and as they proceeded looked neither to the right nor the left at the widely noised marvels surrounding them, but kept eyes front as though still treading their own quiet, elm-lined avenues, while the waiting crowds cheered and cheered again the elegant precision of their movements.

In an hour, gray-coated sentinels were again walking post in this new Camp Sheridan, alertly conscious of their routine business, and apparently without a thought of the surroundings beyond the camp.

Mildred Bryant felt considerable interest in the cadets, and assumed much more.

"Helen Eames says that no matter how good a time a girl may have, she can never have as good a one as if she had spent a summer at West Point," she announced to Van Tassel one day, on the occasion of their being together.

She felt that he made these occasions rare, and at times the fact touched her.

At others she said to herself, "He is getting over it."

"Then why don't you go there?"

asked Jack.

"I don't know who has a better right to the flowers of life."

"I did think of getting Clover to take me next summer, but now, wonder of wonders, the mountain has come to Mahomet.

Don't you want to go down to parade to-night?"

"Yes; I don't know just how to make you comfortable, though.

The mob is something marvelous.

I looked over their heads a minute last night, but being in the sixth or seventh row, concluded the game wasn't worth the candle."

"Ah, that is where the convenience comes in of having a military friend," returned Mildred gayly.

"We shall not need to mingle with the _hoi polloi_.

Won't you come too, Clover?"

as her sister entered the room.

"Where?"

"To see dress parade this evening."

"Yes, I am going.

Mr. Page has already asked me."

"I don't believe you had better try to get along without me.

Jack and I are going to meet Mr. Eames on the steps of the Army Hospital at a quarter before six.

There is a great crowd."

"Thank you.

Perhaps we will be there.

Did you hear Aunt Love's comment last night?

She said that in the afternoon she ran into an impassable throng near the Administration Plaza, and after vainly trying a long time to get through, she finally found the attraction was only a lot of schoolboys drilling.

If those important young heroes could have heard her scornful tone!"

When Clover had left the room, Jack spoke again.

"Since you have an appointment with Eames, I withdraw, Mildred.

I don't see why you asked me."

"He said I might bring my friends," she replied.

"Do come, Jack."

Van Tassel looked straight into her eyes, and smiled with an expression which seemed to the girl both brave and hopeless.

"Won't you?"

she persisted.

"Of course," he answered.

In the afternoon, Clover walked to the Park, and entering back of Texas walked down the northern avenue of State buildings.

The usual crowd was flocking in and out of Mount Vernon, but she crossed the street to New Jersey's charming home, and entered.

It was entertaining a large number of sightseers, note-book in hand, who jotted down their inventories.

Clover wished she might look over the shoulder of one woman, with a harassed but determined countenance, whom she met in the cosy west room downstairs.

She wondered how this anxious one would be able to transfer to paper the charm of its quiet comfort, with the breezy foliage waving near its half-closed green blinds and casting shadows on the dainty white curtains.

It was all familiar ground to Clover, so she went upstairs and seated herself in a corner of the deep, luxurious sofa which commanded a view, down through the open gallery, of the front door.

People came, looked, commented, passed into the dainty blue chintz bedroom, emerged smiling, and went away.

Many had appeared, climbing the stairway with various degrees of toil, before the figure she awaited came into view.

This one sprang up the steps alertly, with a serious expression, which brightened to pleasure at sight of her.

"Have I kept you waiting?"

he asked eagerly.

"I came around from the Cliff Dwellers by the Intramural road, and we had a stoppage of several minutes.

I have been very anxious."

"I am sorry for that," answered Clover, as Page seated himself beside her.

"I thought you knew that I am always content in this house.

I

should move down here and live, if they would let me.

I have been fancying that I was holding a reception as the visitors came and went.

I wonder if any pilgrim to the Fair has a soul so dead as not to covet this house."

"I didn't know you liked it so much," said Gorham, as though the fact were of serious importance.

"Perhaps you would enjoy having tea here."

"Tea in the New Jersey Building?

What a pleasure!

But why do you tantalize me?"

"I think we can.

The lady manager from New Jersey is a near relative of mine.

Excuse me a minute and I will try the magic of her name."

Page went downstairs, and in five minutes returned.

"The house is mine, practically," he declared, smiling.

"I herewith present it to you."

"How delightful!

And the tea?"

"Is near by."

Gorham went to one of the locked doors on the east side of the hall and knocked.

Presently he ushered Clover into this exclusive nook, and the door closed behind them.

It was an appetizing little supper that was shortly set before them on the daintily clothed round table.

"You have gratified one of my pet ambitions," said Clover.

"Now I shall always feel a small proprietorship as well as a great affection for this house.

I am really breaking bread at its board."

"You spoil your friends by the pleasure you make it to contribute a little to your happiness," returned Gorham, his eyes resting upon her with the utmost satisfaction.

"This room is as charming as the rest," remarked Clover, looking about at its ruddy decorations; "and the remoteness one feels from everything confusing, or noisy, or soiling, can only be appreciated by those who do not live in the midst of a large, well-kept park.

I amused myself while waiting for you by searching for the fewest words that will describe the faces of Fair visitors.

I decided upon 'tired' and 'pleased.'

Not 'delighted;' they are too weary for that,--but just 'pleased.'

" Page looked away and considered the idea, as Clover had intended he should.

"Do you know Mildred gives us the opportunity to find good places at parade under Mr. Eames' wing?"

she suggested after a minute.

"Oh, I am glad to hear that.

I don't quite understand what makes the cadets such a fad.

No; one can't call it a fad either, for there is no sudden interest in them, they are always lionized.

Since they have been here, I notice that people go hours before the time for parade for the sake of securing good places, and then wait patiently; so I have been wondering this afternoon how I could fix it for you to get a view of the ceremonies.

It will be very pleasant to have Mr. Eames' assistance."

"Then comes in that awful word again," laughed Clover.

"We shall have to hurry a little."

Page sighed unconsciously.

"Is this very good tea?"

he asked, as they finally rose from the table.

"I am not a connoisseur."

"Very nice indeed."

"I thought it must be.

I never enjoyed any tea so much in my life."

"Then we are very much obliged to each other, aren't we?"

said Clover gayly, and consuming her watch, she reminded her companion again of the hour of the appointment, and they hastened away.

They arrived at the hospital steps just as the others were leaving.

"Oh, you loiterers," was Mildred's greeting.

"Don't you see our breathless condition?"

returned Clover.

"How can you have the heart to reproach us?

How do you do, Mr. Eames?

We are very grateful to you.

What a hopeless throng that looks like!"

"Let me take some of those camp chairs," said Gorham, suiting the action to the word.

Mr. Eames led his party towards the officers' tents.

They had to force their way through serried ranks of gazers, who were held back with difficulty by the blue-coated sentinels from the camp of "regulars" near by.

The sentinel saluted Eames as he passed, and the lieutenant stood still and allowed his friends to file before him to the reserved places before the officers' tents.

There they found Helen Eames, who welcomed them radiantly, fixing cordial eyes on Jack in a manner not lost upon Mildred.

The latter did not enjoy this effusiveness.

She did not wish to marry anybody, but at the same time she did not like to have any other girl try to appropriate her especial friends.

However, her attention was soon momentarily distracted by the novel sights before her, and the usual questions began to flow.

Eames was most willing to answer them.

Before long the band marched out upon the plain, and the evening's ceremonies had begun.

The cadets, a shining assembly, marched forth from the company-streets and fell into line.

The band, playing The Thunderer, marched up and down the plain before the motionless ranks, and one to whom the West Point forms were familiar asked himself if it must not all be a dream.

Here were the same camp, the same cadets, the same band; but where were the mountains, the huge old elms, the river?

--instead, the Government Building, the Fisheries, the Battle-Ship, and Lake Michigan.

To Mildred the very sight of the band was not thrilling from all it implied, but she soon found herself absorbed in interest and admiration.

Once she turned around to Jack, who stood behind her.

"I think I must go to West Point, after all."

"Indeed, you must.

It is perfectly lovely," exclaimed Miss Eames.

"There, you see, that is the adjutant now, advancing to the officer-in-charge;" and she proceeded volubly to explain the tactics which followed.

"I think I shall have to know some cadets," remarked Mildred, turning to Eames.

"That will be very easy; and when you know one, you will know all.

They can talk only on one subject," was the rather stiff reply.

Mildred was perfectly aware that the young lieutenant admired her.

She saw that her proposition was displeasing to him; but what she did not know was that he had not yet recovered from that profound fall which results from exchanging the chevrons of a first-class man for the shoulder-straps of a second lieutenant.

That young officer must indeed have a seared conscience who can lay his hand on his heart and declare that he entertains only cordial sentiments for a cadet of the first class when their ways chance to cross.

"You refused to attend the cadet ball with me at the New York Building to-night," added Eames reproachfully.

"Why, of course; in my ignorance.

Wasn't it stupid of me?

Oh, what are they running for?

Isn't that pretty?

Wouldn't you like to be a cadet again, Mr. Eames?"

"Heaven forbid!"

ejaculated that officer devoutly.

"I am waked up by reveille yet.

Hope I shall get over it some time."

"Mildred is contracting cadet fever, Mr. Van Tassel," declared Helen, looking up at Jack in a way which Miss Bryant noted resentfully, in spite of her preoccupation.

"I never before noticed how objectionable Helen's ways with men are," she thought.

"I know Jack wishes she wouldn't look at him like that."

"I suppose so, Miss Eames," replied Van Tassel.

"I am trying to find out what it is that is so fetching about those all-conquering youngsters."

But Jack need not have tried.

No male civilian under forty was ever known to discover.

"What is cadet fever?"

asked Mildred, "and what is the microbe; a bell-button?

I haven't one yet."

The "double-timing" companies had retreated down the streets of camp, and the cheering crowds of spectators quieted.

Many of them moved toward the lake shore; for in a short time it had been learned that the cadets would next march to supper preceded by the drum corps; and any ceremony which they performed, no matter how simple, drew a curious throng.

"What is the matter?

What are they going to do now?"

asked Mildred.

"Going to the Clambake to supper," replied Eames.

"Then I am going to the Clambake to supper," announced Miss Bryant.

"I think you would not enjoy it," said Eames shortly.

"I know I shall," responded Mildred, with her glorious smile.

"I am so sorry I shall have to leave you," remarked Helen.

"I have a number of friends among the first class.

They were yearlings when I was at the post.

I have promised to attend the festivities with one of them to-night.

Do come and see me, Mr. Van Tassel," holding out her hand.

"Remember you owe me a game of tennis.

I assure you, you would not beat all the time.

Are you coming with me, Fred?"

"I believe not, unless you want me.

If these people are determined to go to the Clambake, I think I shall have to go too; but remember, you are to save a two-step for me to-night."

"_Au revoir_, then;" and Miss Eames, her last glance for Jack, moved away.

"We won't go with Mildred," said Clover, "for we have had tea recently, and aren't hungry yet.

You would never guess where, either.

Good-by, Mr. Eames.

We are all greatly indebted to you."

"Indeed we are," said Gorham, shaking hands cordially with the lieutenant.

"That was a most interesting sight.

I congratulate you on being one fit to survive that tremendous training.

This is the show side, but I know something of the other."

"Where did you have tea; where?"

demanded Mildred, smiling into Gorham's serious face.

He instantly smiled back.

Those cold, abstracted eyes of Page's had learned a new look recently, as though so much sunshine had warmed his heart that there was an overflow.

"It would make you so discontented with the Clambake, dear," suggested Clover with mischievous deprecation.

"Why, I _will_ know."

"The New Jersey house."

"You selfish creatures!

Aren't they?"

exclaimed Mildred, calling upon Eames and Van Tassel to witness.

"Yes, we are," laughed Gorham, as he and Clover turned away.

"We know it."

Mildred, her companions on either side of her, began her walk northward.

Eames wished cordially that Jack would remember an engagement.

Jack wished sincerely that he knew what Mildred wanted him to do.

Unconsciously fulfilling the lieutenant's desire, he spoke:-- "I suppose I really ought to be at home attending to some correspondence I have been putting off, instead of loitering at the Clambake."

Eames answered without giving Mildred time to speak.

"I shall be most happy to take Miss Bryant home after her curiosity is satisfied."

Van Tassel's jealous ears detected the eagerness in his polite tone.

"But supposing my curiosity is not gratified by the time you are obliged to go and array yourself gorgeously for the evening?

No, Jack, I am sorry for you, but Mr. Eames is engaged elsewhere."

"It need not be for some hours yet," protested the lieutenant.

Mildred shook her head firmly.

"I couldn't think of allowing you to assume the care of me in addition to all your other responsibilities this evening."

"Very well," said Jack.

"When it comes to a matter of letter-writing, my conscience never requires very much soothing."

When they reached the Clambake, two cadets were just issuing therefrom.

Their hands went up in an instant salute to Eames, who had for the moment preceded his friends.

"I suppose there is a great deal of eating and running being done to-night," remarked Jack.

"But where are they?"

asked Mildred aggrievedly, as they entered the busy, noisy eating-room.

"The cadets mess upstairs," returned Eames, with latent satisfaction.

"Did you suppose they fell in here with the general company?

You don't know much of military discipline, Miss Bryant."