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CHAPTER XXV AT THE PALMETTO HOTEL

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for about four months the persons who made up what might be considered as

captain horn's adopted family had resided in the palmetto hotel, in san

francisco. at the time we look upon them, however, mrs. cliff was not

with them, having left san francisco some weeks previously.

edna was now a very different being from the young woman she had been. her face was smoother and fuller, and her eyes seemed to have gained a richer brown. the dark masses of her hair appeared to have wonderfully grown and thickened, but this was due to the loose fashion in which it was coiled upon her head, and it would have been impossible for any one who had known her before not to perceive that she was greatly changed. the lines upon her forehead, which had come, not from age, but from earnest purpose and necessity of action, together with a certain intensity of expression which would naturally come to a young woman who had to make her way in the world, not only for herself, but for her young brother, and a seriousness born of some doubts, some anxieties, and some ambiguous hopes, had all entirely disappeared as if they had been morning mists rolling away from a summer landscape. under the rays of a sun of fortune, shining, indeed, but mildly, she had ripened into a physical beauty which was her own by right of birth, but of which a few more years of struggling responsibility would have forever deprived her.

after the receipt of her second remittance, edna and her party had taken the best apartments in the hotel. the captain had requested this, for he did not know how long they might remain there, and he wanted them to have every comfort. he had sent them as much money as he could spare from the sale, in lima, of the gold he had carried with him when he first left the caves, but his expenses in hiring ships and buying guano were heavy. edna, however, had received frequent remittances while the captain was at the rackbirds' cove, through an agent in san francisco. these, she supposed, came from further sales of gold, but, in fact, they had come from the sale of investments which the captain had made in the course of his fairly successful maritime career. in his last letter from lima he had urged them all to live well on what he sent them, considering it as their share of the first division of the treasure in the mound. if his intended projects should succeed, the fortunes of all of them would be reconstructed upon a new basis as solid and as grand as any of them had ever had reason to hope for. but if he should fail, they, the party in san francisco, would be as well off, or, perhaps, better circumstanced than when they had started for valparaiso. he did not mention the fact that he himself would be poorer, for he had lost the castor, in which he was part-owner, and had invested nearly all his share of the proceeds of the sale of the gold in ship hire, guano purchases, and other necessary expenses.

edna was waiting in san francisco to know what would be the next scene in the new drama of her life. captain horn had written before he sailed from lima in the chilian schooner for the guano islands and the rackbirds' cove, and he had, to some extent, described his plans for carrying away treasure from the mound; but since that she had not heard from him until about ten days before, when he wrote from acapulco, where he had arrived in safety with his bags of guano and their auriferous enrichments. he had written in high spirits, and had sent her a draft on san francisco so large in amount that it had fairly startled her, for he wrote that he had merely disposed of some of the gold he had brought in his baggage, and had not yet done anything with that contained in the guano-bags. he had hired a storehouse, as if he were going regularly into business, and from which he would dispose of his stock of guano after he had restored it to its original condition. to do all this, and to convert the gold into negotiable bank deposits or money, would require time, prudence, and even diplomacy. he had already sold in the city of mexico as much of the gold from his trunk as he could offer without giving rise to too many questions, and if he had not been known as a california trader, he might have found some difficulties even in that comparatively small transaction.

the captain had written that to do all he had to do he would be obliged to remain in acapulco or the city of mexico—how long he could not tell, for much of the treasure might have to be shipped to the united states, and his plans for all this business were not yet arranged.

before this letter had been received, mrs. cliff had believed it to be undesirable to remain longer in san francisco, and had gone to her home in a little town in maine. with edna and ralph, she had waited and waited and waited, but at last had decided that captain horn was dead. in her mind, she had allowed him all the time that she thought was necessary to go to the caves, get gold, and come to san francisco, and as that time had long elapsed, she had finally given him up as lost. she knew the captain was a brave man and an able sailor, but the adventure he had undertaken was strange and full of unknown perils, and if it should so happen that she should hear that he had gone to the bottom in a small boat overloaded with gold, she would not have been at all surprised.

of course, she said nothing of these suspicions to edna or ralph, nor did she intend ever to mention them to any one. if edna, who in so strange a way had been made a wife, should, in some manner perhaps equally extraordinary, be made a widow, she would come back to her, she would do everything she could to comfort her; but now she did not seem to be needed in san francisco, and her new england home called to her through the many voices of her friends. as to the business which had taken mrs. cliff to south america, that must now be postponed, but it could not but be a satisfaction to her that she was going back with perhaps as much money as she would have had if her affairs in valparaiso had been satisfactorily settled.

edna and ralph had come to be looked upon at the palmetto hotel as persons of distinction. they lived quietly, but they lived well, and their payments were always prompt. they were the wife and brother-in-law of captain philip horn, who was known to be a successful man, and who might be a rich one. but what seemed more than anything else to distinguish them from the ordinary hotel guests was the fact that they were attended by two personal servants, who, although, of course, they could not be slaves, seemed to be bound to them as if they had been born into their service.

cheditafa, in a highly respectable suit of clothes which might have been a cross between the habiliments of a methodist minister and those of a butler, was a person of imposing aspect. mrs. cliff had insisted, when his new clothes were ordered, that there should be something in them which should indicate the clergyman, for the time might come when it would be necessary that he should be known in this character; and the butler element was added because it would harmonize in a degree with his duties as edna's private attendant. the old negro, with his sober face, and woolly hair slightly touched with gray, was fully aware of the importance of his position as body-servant to mrs. horn, but his sense of the responsibility of that position far exceeded any other sentiments of which his mind was capable. perhaps it was the fact that he had made edna mrs. horn which gave him the feeling that he must never cease to watch over her and to serve her in every possible way. had the hotel taken fire, he would have rushed through the flames to save her. had robbers attacked her, they must have taken his life before they took her purse. when she drove out in the city or suburbs, he always sat by the side of the driver, and when she walked in the streets, he followed her at a respectful distance.

proud as he was of the fact that he had been the officiating clergyman at the wedding of captain horn and this grand lady, he had never mentioned the matter to any one, for many times, and particularly just before she left san francisco, mrs. cliff had told him, in her most impressive manner, that if he informed any one that he had married captain horn and miss markham, great trouble would come of it. what sort of trouble, it was not necessary to explain to him, but she was very earnest in assuring him that the marriage of a christian by a heathen was something which was looked upon with great disfavor in this country, and unless cheditafa could prove that he had a perfect right to perform the ceremony, it might be bad for him. when captain horn had settled his business affairs and should come back, everything would be made all right, and nobody need feel any more fear, but until then he must not speak of what he had done.

if captain horn should never come back, mrs. cliff thought that edna would then be truly his widow, and his letters would prove it, but that she was really his wife until the two had marched off together to a regular clergyman, the good lady could not entirely admit. her position was not logical, but she rested herself firmly upon it.

the other negro, mok, could speak no more english than when we first met him, but he could understand some things which were said to him, and was very quick, indeed, to catch the meanings of signs, motions, and expressions of countenance. at first edna did not know what to do with this negro, but ralph solved the question by taking him as a valet, and day by day he became more useful to the youth, who often declared that he did not know how he used to get along without a valet. mok was very fond of fine clothes, and ralph liked to see him smartly dressed, and he frequently appeared of more importance than cheditafa. he was devoted to his young master, and was so willing to serve him that ralph often found great difficulty in finding him something to do.

edna and ralph had a private table, at which cheditafa and mok assisted in waiting, and mrs. cliff had taught both of them how to dust and keep rooms in order. sometimes ralph sent mok to a circulating library. having once been shown the place, and made to understand that he must deliver there the piece of paper and the books to be returned, he attended to the business as intelligently as if he had been a trained dog, and brought back the new books with a pride as great as if he had selected them. the fact that mok was an absolute foreigner, having no knowledge whatever of english, and that he was possessed of an extraordinary activity, which enabled him, if the gate of the back yard of the hotel happened to be locked, to go over the eight-foot fence with the agility of a monkey, had a great effect in protecting him from impositions by other servants. when a black negro cannot speak english, but can bound like an india-rubber ball, it may not be safe to trifle with him. as for trifling with cheditafa, no one would think of such a thing; his grave and reverend aspect was his most effectual protection.

as to ralph, he had altered in appearance almost as much as his sister. his apparel no longer indicated the boy, and as he was tall and large for his years, the fashionable suit he wore, his gay scarf with its sparkling pin, and his brightly polished boots, did not appear out of place upon him. but edna often declared that she had thought him a great deal better-looking in the scanty, well-worn, but more graceful garments in which he had disported himself on the sands of peru.

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