last word that I heard the
bridegroom say. While we all stood silently
watching them as they drove away from the tall iron gate, the
mocking-bird on the
staircase broke into melodious ripples of song.
XXIII: Poor Aunt Carola!
And now here goes my language back into the small-clothes that it wore at
the
beginning of all, when I told you something of that
colonial society,
the Selected Salic Scions, dear to the heart of my Aunt. It were beyond
my
compass to approach this
august body of men and women with the respect
that is its due, did I
attire myself in that modern
garment which, in the
phrase of the
vulgar, is denoted pants.
You will
scarce have forgot, I must suppose, the importance set by my
Aunt Carola upon the establishing of the Scions in new territories,
wherever such persons as were both qualified by their
descent and in
themselves
worthy, should be found; and you will remember that I was
bidden by her to look in South Carolina for members of the Bombo
connection which she was inclined to
suspect existed in that state. My
neglect to make this
inquiry for my kind Aunt now smote me
sharply when
all seemed too late. John Mayrant had
spoken of Kill-devil Bombo, the
very
personage through whom lay Aunt Carola's claim to
kingly lineage,
and I had let John Mayrant go away upon his
honeymoon without ever
questioning him upon this subject. As I looked back upon the ease with
which I might have settled the matter, and forward to my return empty-
handed to the
generousrelative to whom I owed this
agreeable experience
of travel, I felt
guilty indeed. I wrote a letter to follow John Mayrant
into
whateverretreat of bliss he had betaken himself to, and I begged
him
earnestly to write me at his early
convenience all that he might know
of Bombos in South Carolina. Consequently, I was able, on reaching home,
to meet Aunt Carola with some sort of
countenance, and to assure her that
I expected
presently to be furnished with
authentic and valuable
particulars.
I now
learned that the Selected Salic Scions had greatly increased in
numbers during my short
absence. It appeared that the
origin of the whole
movement had
sprung from a needy but
ingenious youth in some
manufacturing town of New England. This lad had a cousin, who had amassed
from nothing a noble fortune by inventing one day a
speedy and convenient
fashion of
opening beer bottles; and this cousin's
achievement had set
him to looking about him. He soon discovered that in our great republic
everywhere there were living hundreds and thousands of men and women who
were utterly
unaware that they were descended from kings. Borrowing a
little money to float him, he set up The American Almanach de Gotha and
began (for the
minimum sum of fifty dollars a pedigree) to reveal to
these eager people the chain of links that connected them with royalty.
Thus, in a period of time the brevity of which is
incredible, this young
man passed from complete indigence to a wife and four automobiles, or an
automobile and four wives--I don't remember which he had the four of.
There was so much royal blood about that it had spilled into several
rival organizations, each
bitterly warring with the other; but my Aunt
assured me that her society was the only one that any
respectable person
belonged to.
I am
minded to announce a rule of
discreet conduct: Never read aloud any
letter that you have not first read to yourself. Had I observed this
rule--but listen:--
It so happened that Aunt Carola was at
luncheon with us when the postman
brought John Mayrant's answer to my
inquiry, and at the sight of his
handwriting I thoughtlessly exclaimed to my Aunt that here at last we had
all there was to be known
concerning the Bombos in South Carolina; with
this I tore open the missive and embarked upon a
reading of it for the
edification of all present. I pass over the
beginning of John's
communication, because it was merely the observations of a man upon his
honeymoon, and was confined to laudatory accounts of
scenery and weather,
and the beauty of all life when once one saw it with his eyes truly
opened.
"No Bombos ever came to Carolina," he now continued, "that I know of, or
that Aunt Josephine knows of, which is more to the point. Aunt Josephine
has copied me a passage from the writings of William Byrd, Esq., of
Westover, Virginia, in which mention is made, not of the family, but of a