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A War Debt
by
“Your grandfather knew; they were Virginia people, of course, and happened to be old friends; one of the younger men was his own classmate. He knew the crest and motto at once, but there were two or three branches of the family, none of them, so far as he knew, living anywhere near where your father was in camp. Poor Tom said that there was a beautiful old house sacked and burnt, and everything scattered that was saved. He happened to hear a soldier from another regiment talking about it, and saw him tossing this cup about, and bought it from him with all the money he happened to have in his pockets.”
“Then he didn’t really steal it himself!” exclaimed Tom, laughing a little, and with a sense of relief.
“No, no, Tom!” said Mrs. Burton impatiently. “Only you see that it really is a stolen thing, and I have had it all this time under my roof. For a long time it was packed away with your father’s war relics, those things that I couldn’t bear to see. And then I would think of it only at night after I had once seen it, and forget to ask any one else while you were away, or wait for you to come. Oh, I have no excuse. I have been very careless, but here it has been all the time. I wish you would find out about the people; there must be some one belonging to them–some friend, perhaps, to whom we could give it. This is one of the things that I wish to have done, and to forget. Just take it back, or write some letters first: you will know what to do. I should like to have the people understand.”
“I’ll see about it at once,” said Tom, with great zest. “I believe you couldn’t have spoken at a better time. I have been thinking of going down to Virginia this very week. I hear that they are in a hurry with fitting out that new scientific expedition in Washington that I declined to join, and they want me to come on and talk over things before they are off. One of the men is a Virginian, an awfully good fellow; and then there’s Clendennin, my old chum, who’s in Washington, too, just now; they’ll give me my directions; they know all Virginia between them. I’ll take the cup along, and run down from Washington for a few days, and perhaps get some shooting.”
Tom’s face was shining with interest and satisfaction; he took the cup and again held it under the candle-light. “How pretty this old chasing is round the edge, and the set of the little handles! Oh, here’s the motto! What a dear old thing, and enormously old! See here, under the crest,” and he held it toward Mrs. Burton:–
“Je vous en prie Bel-ami.”
Mrs. Burton glanced at it with indifference. “Yes, it is charming, as you say. But I only wish to return it to its owners, Tom.”
“Je vous en prie Bel-ami.”
Tom repeated the words under his breath, and looked at the crest carefully.
“I remember that your grandfather said it belonged to the Bellamys,” said his grandmother. “Of course: how could I forget that? I have never looked at it properly since the day I first saw it. It is a charming motto–they were very charming and distinguished people. I suppose this is a pretty way of saying that they could not live without their friends. I beg of you, Belami;–it is a quaint fancy; one might turn it in two or three pretty ways.”
“Or they may have meant that they only looked to themselves for what they wanted, Je vous en prie Bellamy! ” said Tom gallantly. “All right; I think that I shall start to-morrow or next day. If you have no special plans,” he added.