The Peace Egg and Other tales | Page 3

he even reproached himself for
having robbed the old widower of his only child. After two years at
home his regiment was ordered to India. He failed to effect an
exchange, and they prepared to move once more--from Chatham to
Calcutta. Never before had the packing, to which she was so well
accustomed, been so bitter a task to the Captain's wife.
It was at the darkest hour of this gloomy time that the Captain came in,
waving above his head a letter which changed all their plans.
Now close by the old home of the Captain's wife there had lived a man,
much older than herself, who yet had loved her with a devotion as great
as that of the young Captain. She never knew it, for when he saw that
she had given her heart to his younger rival, he kept silence, and he
never asked for what he knew he might have had--the old man's

authority in his favour. So generous was the affection which he could
never conquer, that he constantly tried to reconcile the father to his
children whilst he lived, and, when he died, he bequeathed his house
and small estate to the woman he had loved.
"It will be a legacy of peace," he thought, on his death-bed. "The old
man cannot hold out when she and her children are constantly in sight.
And it may please GOD that I shall know of the reunion I have not
been permitted to see with my eyes."
And thus it came about that the Captain's regiment went to India
without him, and that the Captain's wife and her father lived on
opposite sides of the same road.
MASTER ROBERT.
The eldest of the Captain's children was a boy. He was named Robert,
after his grandfather, and seemed to have inherited a good deal of the
old gentleman's character, mixed with gentler traits. He was a fair, fine
boy, tall and stout for his age, with the Captain's regular features, and
(he flattered himself) the Captain's firm step and martial bearing. He
was apt--like his grandfather--to hold his own will to be other people's
law, and (happily for the peace of the nursery) this opinion was
devoutly shared by his brother Nicholas. Though the Captain had sold
his commission, Robin continued to command an irregular force of
volunteers in the nursery, and never was colonel more despotic. His
brothers and sister were by turn infantry, cavalry, engineers, and
artillery, according to his whim, and when his affections finally settled
upon the Highlanders of "The Black Watch," no female power could
compel him to keep his stockings above his knees, or his
knickerbockers below them.
The Captain alone was a match for his strong-willed son.
"If you please, sir," said Sarah, one morning, flouncing in upon the
Captain, just as he was about to start for the neighbouring town,--"if
you please, sir, I wish you'd speak to Master Robert. He's past my
powers."

"I've no doubt of it," thought the Captain, but he only said, "Well,
what's the matter?"
"Night after night do I put him to bed," said Sarah, "and night after
night does he get up as soon as I'm out of the room, and says he's
orderly officer for the evening, and goes about in his night-shirt, and
his feet as bare as boards."
The Captain fingered his heavy moustache to hide a smile, but he
listened patiently to Sarah's complaints.
"It ain't so much him I should mind, sir," she continued, "but he goes
round the beds and wakes up the other young gentlemen and Miss Dora,
one after another, and when I speak to him, he gives me all the sauce he
can lay his tongue to, and says he's going round the guards. The other
night I tried to put him back in his bed, but he got away and ran all over
the house, me hunting him everywhere, and not a sign of him, till he
jumps out on me from the garret-stairs and nearly knocks me down.
'I've visited the outposts, Sarah,' says he; 'all's well,' And off he goes to
bed as bold as brass."
"Have you spoken to your mistress?" asked the Captain.
"Yes, sir," said Sarah. "And missis spoke to him, and he promised not
to go round the guards again."
"Has he broken his promise?" asked the Captain, with a look of anger,
and also of surprise.
"When I opened the door last night, sir," continued Sarah, in her shrill
treble, "what should I see in the dark but Master Robert a-walking up
and down with the carpet-brush stuck in his arm. 'Who goes there?'
says he. 'You owdacious boy!' says I. 'Didn't you promise your ma
you'd leave off them tricks?' 'I'm not going round the