No Defense: Chapter 25

Chapter 25

THEN WHAT HAPPENED

An hour after Noreen Boyne had been laid in her grave, there was a
special issue of the principal paper telling all the true facts of the
death of Erris Boyne. Thus the people of Jamaica came to know that Dyck
Calhoun was innocent of the crime of killing Erris Boyne, and he was made
the object of splashing admiration, and was almost mobbed by admirers in
the street. It all vexed Lord Mallow; but he steeled himself to urbanity,
and he played his part well. He was clever enough to see it would pay him
to be outwardly gracious to Calhoun. So it was he made a speech in the
capital on the return of the general commanding and the troops from
subduing the Maroons, in which he said: "No one in all the King's
dominions had showed greater patriotism and military skill than their
friend Mr. Dyck Calhoun, who had been harshly treated by a mistaken
Government."

A few hours later, in the sweet garden of the house where Sheila and her
mother lodged, Calhoun came upon the girl whose gentle dignity and beauty
seemed to glow.

At first all she said to him was, "Welcome, old friend," and at last she
said, "Now you can come to the United States, Dyck, and make a new life
there."

Presently he said: "I ought to go where you wish me to go, for you came
to me here when I was rejected of men. I owe you whatever I am that's
worth while, if anything I am is worth while. Your faith kept me alive in
my darkest days--even when I thought I had wronged you."

"Then you will come to Virginia with me--as my husband, Dyck?" She
blushed and laughed. "You see I have to propose to you, for you've never
asked me to marry you. I'm throwing myself at your head, sir, you
observe!"

He gave an honest smile of adoration. "I came to-day to ask you to be my
wife--for that reason only. I could not do it till the governor had
declared my innocence. The earth is sweeter to-day than it has been since
time began."

He held out his arms, and an instant later the flowers she carried were
crushed to her breast, with her lips given to his.

A little later she drew from her pocket a letter. "You must read that,"
she said. "It is from the great Alexander Hamilton--yes, he will be
great, he will play a wondrous part in the life of my new country. Read
it Dyck."

After he had read it, he said: "He was born a British subject here in
these islands, and he goes to help Americans live according to British
principles. With all my sane fellow-countrymen I am glad the Americans
succeeded. Do you go to your Virginia, and I will come as soon as I have
put my affairs in order."

"I will not go without you--no, I will not go," she persisted.

"Then we shall be married at once," he declared. And so it was, and all
the island was en fete, and when Sheila came to Dyck's plantation the
very earth seemed to rejoice. The slaves went wild with joy, and ate and
drank their fill, and from every field there came the song:

          "Hold up yo hands,
          Hold up yo hands,
          Bress de Lord for de milk and honey!
          De big bees is a singin',
          My heart is held up and de bells is a ringin';
          Hold up yo hands,
          Hold up yo hands!"

And sweetly solitary the two lived their lives, till one day, three
months later, there came to the plantation the governor and his suite.

When they had dismounted, Lord Mallow said: "I bring you the pay of the
British Government for something of what you have suffered, sir, and what
will give your lady pleasure too, I hope. I come with a baronetcy given
by the King. News of it came to me only this morning."

Calhoun smiled. "Your honour, I can take no title, receive no honour. I
have ended my life under the British flag. I go to live under the Stars
and Stripes."

The governor was astounded. "Your lady, sir, do you forget your lady?"

But Sheila answered: "The life of the new world has honours which have
naught to do with titles."

"I sail for Virginia by the first ship that goes," said Calhoun. "It is
good here, but I shall go to a place where things are better, and where I
shall have work to do. I must decline the baronetcy, your honour. I go to
a land where the field of life is larger, where Britain shall remake
herself."

"It will take some time," said the governor tartly. "They'll be long
apart."

"But they will come together at last--for the world's sake."

There was silence for a moment, and through it came the joy-chant from
the fields:

          "Hold up yo hands,
          Hold up yo hands,
          Bress de Lord for de milk and honey."

THE END.

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