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Then, to make the plot complete, the French minister to the United States was asking permission to make a tour through Canada at the very time when Carleton was sending home reams of documents bearing on the impending troubles. The letters exchanged on this subject are perfect models of politeness. But Carleton's answer was an emphatic No. Foreign complications were thickening fast.
The time had now come for the formation of a new political party, and in this Carleton had a hand, being at the first meeting and making the acquaintance of the leading men, Henry Wilson, Anson Burlingame, George S. Boutwell, N. P. Banks, Charles Sumner, and others. His connection with the press brought him into personal contact with men of all parties.
Carleton staid up there only for her sake, and it troubled her, but she could not help it. Neither could she be very sorry so far as one of them was concerned. Mr. Carleton was too good to be wished away. All that evening his care of her never ceased.
"Clear and pure as one might imagine an angel's through which I am sure my good angel many a time looked at me." Good angels were at a premium among the eyes that were exchanging glances just then. "And Mr. Carleton," said Mrs. Evelyn, "is it fair to ask this paragon is she living still?" "I hope so," he answered, with his old light smile, dismissing the subject.
"But I am not a bringer of bad news, that she should look pale at the sight of me." "Are you a bringer of any news?" said Constance, "Oh, do let us have them, Mr. Carleton! I am dying for news I haven't heard a bit to-day." "What is the news, Mr. Carleton?" said her mother's voice, from the more distant region of the fire. "I believe there are no general news, Mrs. Evelyn."
She'd be right at home in that sittin'-room they call a 'Lounge' after dinner, wouldn't she?" My acquaintance with A. Carleton Heathcroft, which appeared to have ended almost as soon as it began, was renewed in an odd way.
He opened it and read the following: "MY DEAR MISS CARLETON: "Pardon the liberty I take, but, thinking the enclosed bit of paper might be of some possible assistance to one in whose success I believe you are deeply interested, I send it herewith, as, for obvious reasons, I deem this circuitous method of transmission better than one more direct.
If he had seen the secret tears that fell on his account, he would have been grieved; and if he had known of the many petitions that little heart made for him, he could hardly have loved her more than he did. One evening Mr. Carleton had been a long while pacing up and down the deck in front of little Fleda's nest, thinking and thinking, without coming to any end.
This ten-talent layman was ever kindly helpful, with ear and tongue, to his fellow holder-in-trust of the one, or of the five, talents; yes, even to the little children in Christ's kingdom. The young people loved Carleton because he heard and loved them. To have his great, kindly eyes fixed on some poor soldier, or neighbor in distress, was in itself a lightening of the load of trouble.
As soon as the last look and wave of the hand were exchanged, and there was no longer anybody to lean upon her for strength and support, Fleda showed how weak she was, and sank into a state of prostration as gentle and deep almost as an infant's. As sweet and lovely as a child, too, Mrs. Carleton declared her to be sweet and lovely as she was when a child; and there was no going beyond that.
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