Saint Adam and The Blackburn Medal

Adam’s last weeks at college back East have him dealing with accolades, accusations, rivals, revenge, and possible expulsion.

Rating: Teen for mature references Word count: 7,942

Adam Cartwright turned from the window when he heard another person enter the room.  He watched as recognition and then disdain entered the young man’s face. 

  

“I never expected to see you here.”  The comment was delivered with a sneer worthy of Chase Winthrop’s most illustrious forbearers. 

  

Adam raised an eyebrow and allowed his lips to curl at the edges.  “No, I don’t suppose you expected the Rube from the West to be one of the candidates for the Blackburn Medal.”  Adam leaned back against the edge of the window ledge and nonchalantly adjusted his jacket sleeves as his lips curled even more.  

  

The Blackburn Medal was the most prestigious award given to any senior at the college, and Adam was one of the three candidates chosen by the faculty to present themselves for personal interviews.  The other two were Chase Winthrop, scion of the Boston Winthrops, and Albert Braun whose family owned half a shipping fleet.  Albert was a quiet, studious fellow who had arrived at the dean’s house first and now sat nervously trying not to stare.  Chase Winthrop was the product of centuries of self-indulgent snobbery and seemed bent on upholding the family tradition of condescending self-importance.  He had hated Adam Cartwright on sight and allowed no opportunity for insult to pass though he was careful to keep them all veiled or backstabbing. 

  

A flicker crossed Winthrop’s face as he heard Adam refer to his favorite appellation for the student from the wilds of the Western territories, for he recognized the edge in Adam’s voice.   

  

“I have meant no offense, Cartwright.”  Chase’s tone was hollow, and his smile was that of a wax doll.  “You realize it was just a good-natured jibe.” 

  

“No more offense was taken than was meant,” Adam replied coolly.  Then he straightened and added, “Of course, in my more uncivilized part of the world only a man’s friends are allowed such jibes; others. . .” Adam let his reference dangle and shrugged in a way that moved his hand from his hip in a gesture that conveyed exactly what Adam intended.  Chase Winthrop had never seen a man draw a pistol, but he knew Adam had handled one and involuntarily took a step back. 

  

Just then the dean’s assistant entered and requested Albert Braun to follow him. After Albert exited the room to be the first interviewed, Adam took a seat and casually stretched out his long legs.   

  

Chase was over a foot shorter than Adam and sensitive about his height.  Disconcerted by his response to Adam’s movement and by his rival’s calm self-assurance, Chase’s temper sparked.  “The medal’s mine, you know!” 

  

“Perhaps.  I’m sure your family has purchased more expensive trinkets for you, but then Albert’s family is capable of quite a sizable bid.  Of course, some relative of yours might call in a favor.”  Adam’s nonchalant tone added even more sting to his words.  Chase’s eyes blazed.  Then Adam looked directly into Chase’s eyes.  “At least, if I win, I’ll know it was awarded on merit.” 

  

Chase Winthrop had never thrown a punch in his well-protected life, but he lunged at Adam angered beyond reason.  Adam was on his feet in a second and blocked Chase’s wild swing easily and with just enough force to topple Boston’s finest on his well-clad behind. 

  

“I wouldn’t try it again,” Adam chided looking down at his would-be opponent.  Then he smiled.  “Fighting is such poor manners when one is a guest.  Now, if you would care to meet me in a proper arena.” 

  

Chase Winthrop breathed heavily as fear and returning reason had him shake his head.  Adam turned his back and walked to look out the window once more.  Still seated on the floor, Chase Winthrop stared at the black expanse of Adam Cartwright’s jacket and vowed to have his revenge on the barbarian.  

  

Chase Winthrop had regained his feet and his composure before he was the next candidate led from the room.  Adam turned from the window then and settled on a red velvet chair.  He sighed wondering if he should have done more to avoid the confrontation with Winthrop. 

  

Someone could have walked in on us. Now wouldn’t that have sealed the deal!  Not that I have a snowball’s chance in Hades of winning the Blackburn Medal over Winthrop and Braun.  Winthrop’s not the only snob on this campus, and some of the others are on the faculty.  Adam’s arms slipped across his chest, and he absentmindedly tugged at his left ear.  Well, there’s nothing to be done about that.  Pa will be well-pleased just to hear I was a candidate.  The nervous tension he had felt since receiving the committee’s invitation to the competitive interviews slowly drained from his body, and he was perfectly at ease with himself when the dean’s assistant ushered him before the committee. 

 

 ACACACACAC 

 

 

Now, that wasn’t so bad.  In fact, I think it went rather well. Adam smiled as he mentally congratulated himself on his interview.  He reached for his hat and settled it on his head at a slightly jaunty angle.  As he turned to leave, a hand on his shoulder made him pause. 

  

“Cartwright, might I have a private word with you?”  It was Professor Bell, one of the committee members who had just conducted his interview. 

  

“Of course, sir.” 

  

“I’m leaving also.  Perhaps we could speak as we walk?” 

  

Adam suppressed the inquiring rise of his eyebrow and politely agreed.  As they reached the lane in front of the dean’s house, Professor Bell began speaking. 

  

“I wanted you to know that I was quite favorably impressed with how you handled yourself just now, as were other members of the committee.” 

  

“Why, thank you, Professor Bell.  As a group, well, you are very impressive.” 

  

“And intimidating?” 

  

Adam gave the professor a self-deprecating smile.  “Yes, sir.  I couldn’t disagree with that.” 

  

“You didn’t give a hint of being intimidated.” 

  

“Then perhaps I’m a better actor than I knew.” 

  

Professor Bell came to a stop and turned his full gaze on Adam.  “Were you acting, young man?  Were you really quaking in your boots?” 

  

Adam lifted his chin.  “No, sir, actually I wasn’t.” 

  

“Why?  Is the Blackburn medal of little concern to you?” 

  

Adam answered honestly.  “Winning the Blackburn is of great concern to me, Professor Bell.  I suppose I wasn’t intimidated, well, for several reasons.” 

  

“Which are?” 

  

Adam’s stance became one that mimicked a junior officer in front of his captain.  “To understand the first, you would have to have met my father and grandfather; I’ve faced grilling at the hands of two very intimidating men on a regular basis.” 

  

A slight smile came to Professor Bell’s lips.  “Have you now?” 

  

Adam smiled back.  “Yes, sir, and lived to tell the tale.” 

  

“I’m sure some of those tales are quite interesting.” 

  

“Not to someone with more important matters on their mind like yourself,” Adam retorted neatly. 

  

“Your other reasons?” 

  

“Well, while receiving the Blackburn would be a great honor and one that I’d dearly appreciate, I realize that, well, as my stepmother would have said, it would be lagniappe, something extra.  I came here for knowledge, not honors, after all.” 

  

The professor nodded.  “Quite so.  And your final reason, Mr. Cartwright?” 

  

Adam’s eyes dropped, and his voice lost volume, but he answered forthrightly, “I’m a realist, sir.  My family name doesn’t carry the weight of Winthrop or Braun.”  He raised his eyes then to read the professor’s reaction. 

  

“Ahh, you are a realist, my boy!”  Professor Bell placed his hand on Adam’s forearm and said simply, “Academically, the three of you are neck in neck.  Each of your reputations outside the classroom have their own merits.  Your interviews, well, I’ve already told you that you did well.  Still, the committee considers many factors, and admittedly family prestige and money have a certain influence with some members.”  The professor’s hand patted Adam’s arm.  “The decision is not yet made, Mr. Cartwright, and there are some on the committee who give those factors little consideration.  At any rate, I want you to remember that win or lose you were a worthy candidate.” 

  

Adam’s dimples were at their deepest as he replied, “Thank you, professor.”   

 

ACACACACAC 

 

Adam stretched himself out on his bed, folded his arms beneath his head, crossed his ankles, and silently cursed his stupidity.  It’s your own fault, but why would she…” 

 

The door exploded inward, and Andrew Carver entered with a roar.  “Carwright, what in blazes?” 

 

Adam did not even turn his head toward his roommate but continued to stare at the ceiling.  “So, you’ve heard already.” 

 

Andrew plopped down onto his own bed.  “It’s spreading across the campus like wildfire, not to mention the rest of high society.” Andrew shook his head.  “What were you thinking.” 

 

“That she was a pretty girl.  A very pretty and willing girl.” 

 

“And?” 

 

“And nothing.  We walked into a moonlight garden, chatting pleasantly.  I didn’t so much as try to steal a kiss before she turned and dashed inside.  I followed to find her sobbing in her father’s arms and accusing me, well, you’ve heard what she was accusing me of.  I just don’t understand why she would…” 

 

Andrew slumped against the wall.  “That’s because you lack a vital piece of the puzzle.” 

 

Adam sat up and dropped his feet to the floor.  “What don’t I know?” 

 

“Social family trees.  Amelia Bryant’s mother is sister to Anna Van Court Winthrop, one Chase Winthrop’s mother.” 

 

“She’s his cousin!” 

 

“There you have it.” 

 

“I… what a fool I’ve been.”  Adam ran his hands over his face and through his hair. 

 

“Not a fool.  It’s not as if no girl before her has ever been willing to walk with you in the moonlight.   You underestimated Chase’s willingness to stab you in the back even if he had to use his cousin’s hand to do it.  You said you just knocked him on his arse?” 

 

“No one else even saw.” 

 

“Well, it’s not as if he didn’t dislike you before, and there is the Blackburn to consider.” 

 

Adam leaned back until his spine was against the bed while his feet remained on the floor.  “The Blackburn.  They’d do that to keep me from getting the Blackburn.” 

 

Andrew cleared his throat and spoke softly.  “You realize that they have made sure you won’t receive the Blackburn.” 

 

“Yes.”  Adam’s voice held a flat acceptance.  He slowly exhaled.  “I’ve received a summons to the dean’s office first thing in the morning.” 

 

Andrew leaned forward.  “There are several possibilities.” 

 

“Including expulsion.” 

 

“Yes.” 

 

“Well, then…” 

 

“Adam, we’ve shared a room since sophomore year.  We know each other.”  Adam sat up and looked across the room at the face of his friend.  “I owe you…” 

 

“No, no, you owe me nothing.” 

 

Andrew made a dismissive gesture.  “Whatever, what’s important now is do you trust me?” 

 

“Trust you?  Of course, but I don’t…” 

 

“Adam if you are to have a chance to graduate and retain what you’ve worked so hard to achieve; well, you are going to have to play a game, a game where you do not know all the rules or enough about the other players.  I know both.”  Andrew gave Adam a wry smile.  “And I’m really much smarter than my grades would indicate.” 

 

“You don’t have to convince me of your intelligence; I’ve told you you’re wasting it often enough.” 

 

“Then let me put it to good use.  I may be able to help you save that hide of yours.” 

 

Adam leaned forward.  “You really think you might?” 

 

“No guarantee, but, yes, I think there’s a chance especially if you’ll let me do the dirty work your unbendable spine would never allow Saint Adam to contemplate.”  Andrew had started calling his roommate Saint Adam three days after moving in.   The name had lost its original sting before the first week had passed. 

 

Adam rolled his eyes, then grew serious.  “I’ll not have you doing anything that will have you facing expulsion right along with me or even in my stead.”  Adrew gave a dismissive shrug. “I’ll have your word as a gentleman.”  Adam saw the glint in Andrew’s eyes.   You know, Carwright, despite what the social register might make one think, I’m not and never have been a gentleman. You’ve told me that more than once, Andy.  Adam quickly amended his demand.  “No, I’ll have your word as my friend.”  Andrew’s eyes widened in feigned indignation.  “At least I’m not demanding your hand on the Bible, though, I probably should.” 

 

Andrew shook his head slowly.  “You have my word.”  He raised his hand as he spoke; then smiled and used his pointer finger to draw a cross on his chest.  “Now, what was it you said you do in that West of yours?” 

 

“Spit in our palms and shake.”   Andrew’s nose wrinkled at the thought.  “Don’t bother.”  You’ll keep your promise or break it as you see fit.  You always play by your own rules.  

 

“I don’t think it’s likely to play out that way in any event.” 

 

 “Alright then, Counselor, counsel.”   

 

“Well, if you walk into the dean’s office, and he is the only one there, thank your lucky stars or whatever because that means expulsion is not immediately on the table.  Two faculty witnesses are required if expulsion is being considered.   You then can take either of two options.  Tell your side of the story and await judgement or apologize for any poor decisions you may have made last night as nonspecifically as possible and in as few words as you can swallow down and then accept your punishment.  You are capable, Adam, of masterful equivocation.” 

 

“You advise equivocation rather than truthful explanation.” 

 

“Your explanation would have to implicate a young lady of fine family and a rival for the Blackburn.  Too self-serving and not likely to sway any minds anyway.” 

 

“What punishment would I likely be quietly accepting?” 

 

“Think stoically accepting.”   

 

“Fine.  Stoically accepting.”     

 

“Nothing academic; your offensive wasn’t academic or even perpetrated on campus so nothing academic.”  Adam felt a thin thread of relief at that assurance. “Realistically, restriction without privileges for a very long time perhaps until graduation.  Actually, that would be an appropriate punishment for the offense as it would leave you almost no opportunity to repeat said offense.” 

 

“I didn’t commit said offense in the first place.”  Indignation had finally crept into Adam’s voice.  

 

“Irrelevant point.  And there is the fact that Saint Adam rarely indulges in off-campus frivolity, so the punishment would be far less than your judges would imagine.” 

 

The lower corner of Adam’s lip turned slightly upward, then he lifted his right hand and tugged his left ear.    “And if three men occupy the dean’s office?” 

 

“Immediately request a hearing before the disciplinary board and cease talking.” 

 

“And why would I request to go before the disciplinary board?” 

 

“One: better the board than just the dean and two sycophants.   Professor Bell is on the board and will be at the least fair and at the best biased in your favor.” 

 

“I’d settle for fair.  Who else is on the board?” 

 

“Professor Dupree and Professor Mead along with three student members chosen from the Themis Society.” 

 

“Dupree?  He’s a….” 

 

“A toady who will most definitely kiss the prestigious arses of the Bryant-Winthrops.”  Seeing the look that came to Adam’s face, Andrew gave a dismissive shrug.  “There was bound to be at least one.  Look, it takes four out of the six votes in favor of expulsion to send you down. I really don’t think Bell would vote to expel you, so we just need two more votes against, and we have four chances at getting them.  I’ve gambled and won with worse odds.” 

 

“And lost as well?”   

 

Andrew shrugged.  “We’ll know the actual odds better when we know who the student members will be.” 

 

“What about Mead?” 

 

“Don’t know that much about him, but we’ll remedy that.  We shall know a great deal more about all your judges before you stand before them.” 

 

“You listed a one which means there is a two.” 

 

“Sobbing accusations while in your father’s arms is one thing; airing them at a hearing is another.” 

 

“So, she might be intimidated into recanting.” 

 

“Doubtful but… well, we don’t know how willing she was to participate.  We do know Chase wouldn’t flinch at coercion.” 

 

“It’s possible she might be less convincing, I suppose.” 

 

“Actually, she may not even be at the hearing.” 

 

“She doesn’t have to be there?” 

 

“No.   It’s not a criminal trial.  There are different expectations.  Testimony may be offered by affidavit.” 

 

“That’s …” 

 

“Realistic.  A businessman, for example, might not be willing to take time from his business and lose money to accuse some college boy or save one’s hide for that matter.” 

 

Adam chewed his bottom lip.  “Sworn affidavit?” 

 

“Yes, but illegality can be coerced or bought.  We cannot assume that all affidavits presented will contain the truth and nothing but the truth.” 

 

Adam’s eyes darkened, and his voice was a low growl.  “Any presented on my behalf shall be the truth and nothing but the truth.” 

 

Andrew’s eyes darkened also, but then he shook his head slowly.  “If I didn’t know you would make some noble gesture and ruin all chance of your salvation, I might consider it, but I do know you that well, so get off your righteous high horse.   No one shall be asked to perform an illegal act on your behalf.  Satisfied?” 

 

Adam sighed.  “I didn’t mean …”   Andrew’s left eyebrow rose.   Sheepishness passed across Adam’s face.  “Yes, yes, I’m satisfied.  Is there anything else?” 

 

“You can have a student advocate act for you at the hearing.”  Andrew gestured to himself.  “An experienced, sly, crafty advocate who stoutly believes in your innocence.  Besides, I’m highly motivated; you were the only one willing to take me on as a roommate; I can’t afford for you to be kicked out.”  Adam opened his mouth to speak, but Andrew continued. “Will you follow my advice?” 

 

“Yes.” 

 

“Good.”  Andrew rubbed his palms together.  “Don’t worry, old boy.  I did save myself from expulsion, you know.” 

 

By transferring here.  “I remember.  Is there anything more to be done tonight?” 

 

“No.  So, get some rest.” 

 

ACACACACAC 

 

Adam straightened his shoulders and walked toward a waiting Andrew.  He held up three fingers. 

 

“Well, we were expecting it.  Did you ask for a hearing before the board?” 

 

“Yes.  I’ll be sent an official notice when the date and time are set.” 

 

“We should have two or three days, perhaps more.”  Andrew clapped Adam on the back.  “You only made your request?” 

 

“I didn’t say anything else.  I stood mute and listened as they stated the accusations against me.”  Adam gave his friend a wry grin.  “Mute and stoic, that was I.” 

 

Andrew clapped Adam’s back again.  “Good lad.  Now the work really begins.”  He rubbed his palms together.  “We need information quickly.  Well, we shall just have to martial the troops.” 

 

“What troops” 

“Saint Adam may not be universally beloved, but Chase underestimated the number of friends that the Rube of the West has cultivated.” 

 

“He did?” 

 

“Assuredly, and more importantly none of them will need to be coerced into helping.”  Andrew smiled.  “You have your faults, Adam, but most people find you a generally likeable fellow.” 

 

“Glad to hear it.’  Adam smiled enough to show his dimples.  “At this point, I’m very glad to hear it. 

 

“Let’s get to it then!” 

 

ACACACACAC 

 

Andrew walked into the room and tossed an envelope into Adam’s lap.  “Letter from home.” 

 

Adam lifted the letter and studied his father’s handwriting.  He made no move to open the missive and instead set it down on the bed.  He studied his roommate as Andrew crossed to the desk and began going through the papers stacked there.  

 

“You know every word written on each of those and could pick out a specific one faster than a gambler could pluck an ace from a stacked deck.” 

 

Andrew snorted.  “My uncle’s favorite adage was ‘success is ninety-nine percent preparation.’” 

 

“When did you decide to start listening to your familial elders?” 

 

“I always have on occasion.”  He looked over at Adam.  “Alright, those occasions have been few and far between, but in this case, I think it’s excellent advice.” 

 

“There is no possibility that you could be more prepared. Andy, I can’t…” 

 

“So, don’t.” Andrew settled against the edge of the desk.  “I think the odds are better than fifty-fifty, Adam.” 

 

“You do?” 

 

“Mead appears to be a fair man, and he had to have supported Bell in keeping Dupree from stacking the deck against you when the students were chosen for the board.  Actually, we’re lucky that the pool of possibilities was the Themis Society.” 

 

“You don’t think Madison, Culver, or Perkins can be bought or coerced?” 

 

“Not all three of them. Madison and Culver come from old money and Perkins from new.  As to coercion,” Andrew shrugged, “we haven’t found a hint of anything that could be used for coercion.  There’s always that chance though.” 

 

“We still don’t know if Amelia will testify in person.” 

 

“An affidavit was submitted, but she could still choose to attend.  It’s possible even she doesn’t know if she will.  Gossip has it that she and Chase are not hand in glove most of the time.” 

 

“Still…” 

 

“We have prepared for both possibilities.” 

 

“I’ve lost count of the possibilities we have considered.” 

 

“Relax and read your letter then.” 

 

Adam picked up the letter and studied the envelope once more. 

 

Andrew cleared his throat. “If things, well, if worse comes to worst, will your father believe it when you tell him you did nothing wrong?” 

 

Adam dropped the letter into his lap, looked at Andrew steadily, and gave his reply with assurance.  “Yes.” 

 

“Good.  No, worst of the worst then.”  Adam heard the edge of bitterness in his friend’s voice. 

 

“No, bad but survivable.  Andy…” 

 

Andrew heard sympathy in Adam’s voice; he sighed.  “Do you know what my father said when I told him of what my mother delicately refers to as my ‘college troubles’? He said, ‘I’ve been expecting it.’  Of course, the difference is that I couldn’t deny a single thing.”   

 

“Did you try?” 

 

“No, then again I never have.” 

 

There wouldn’t have been any point in doing it if you couldn’t rub it in his face.  Adam picked up his letter and tapped it against the fingers of his left hand. 

 

“If things go well, will you tell your father about what’s happened?” 

 

“I don’t know.  Maybe.  Maybe I’ll wait a few dozen years.”  Adam shrugged and then grinned.  “Pa had rules about young ladies, so he might not think I did nothing wrong.” 

 

“Nothing to deserve this.”  Andrew shook his head.  “Read your letter, say your prayers, and get some sleep.  Tomorrow will see it settled one way or another.” 

 

It was later, after both roommates had settled into their beds, that Adam spoke softly in the darkness. 

 

“Andy, if, well, if it doesn’t go as we hope, I won’t, I would never lay any fault at your feet.  No one could have tried harder, been a better friend than you.” 

 

“Go to sleep, Adam.” 

 

Adam sighed.  I won’t hold you at fault, but you will, and one way or another Winthrop will pay. 

 

 

ACACACACAC 

 

 

Professor Dupree leaned over and said something unintelligible to Professor Mead who in turn leaned over and spoke privately to Professor Bell. 

 

“We shall take a thirty-minute recess, gentlemen.”   

 

Adam and Andrew watched as the members of the disciplinary board left the room along with Chase Winthrop who had managed to place himself in the role of prosecutor. 

 

Adam had spent the hearing so far studying the faces of the board and the masterful handling of his defense by Andrew Alistair Carver the Third. “I think we’re winning.”  Adam spoke softly for Andrew’s ears only.  As the hearing had progressed, he had realized even he had underestimated Andrew’s ability.  It will be a true waste if he doesn’t become a lawyer. 

 

“Winthorp thinks so too.”  Andrew stood up.  “This recess is to call in their last, desperate chance of swaying the votes.” 

 

Which is?” 

 

“A very pretty young lady’s tears.  Thirty minutes is time enough for them to send for Amelia.”  Andrew drummed his fingers on the table before him, and then stood quickly. “Stay here, take a walk, but talk to no one.  I’ll be back in at most twenty-five minutes.” 

 

“What…” Adam swallowed the remainder of his thoughts as Andrew was already exiting the room.  Adam tugged his left ear and decided to visit the necessary. 

 

ACACACACAC 

 

Andrew was the last man to reenter the room, twenty-six minutes later.  Professor Dupree called the hearing to order.  Chase Winthrop rose.  “I have prevailed upon the one whose testimony is most necessary for your gentlemen’s understanding of just what harm has been caused by the behavior of Adam Cartwright.  Amelia Bryant waits in the anteroom, Professor Dupree.  Shall I escort her in?” 

 

“By all means, Mr. Winthrop.”  All eyes followed Chase Winthrop to the door and watched as he escorted Amelia Bryant to the chair being used as a witness seat.  Amelia wore a virginal white dress with slight touches of lavender, a high collar, and yards of lace ruffles.  Her hat shaded her face, and she held a lace handkerchief. 

 

Professor Bell’s voice carried throughout the room.  “This is not a court of law, and you will not be sworn in, but we do ask that you promise to tell the truth, young lady.” 

 

His voice reminds me of Pa’s at his most admonishing.  Adam thought he saw Amelia’s handkerchief flutter.  Is her hand trembling?   

 

“I so promise.” 

 

Damn, if I hadn’t been there, I might believe her! 

 

“May I be permitted to ask if the reason Mr. Winthrop was successful in his attempt to have Miss Bryant give testimony was their close familial relationship?”  Andrew’s voice was as respectful as Adam had ever heard it be. 

 

It doesn’t matter if you are permitted or not, if any of them didn’t know that Amelia and Chase are related, they do now.  Adam saw Chase Winthrop stiffen. 

 

“My presence may help my cousin feel secure enough to face Mr. Carwright with the truth.  I can only hope so.” 

 

 

“We all hope Miss Bryant feels secure enough to voice the truth.”  Andrew’s voice emphasized the word truth. 

 

“Then we shall proceed.” 

 

“Tell us, Amelia, what happened the night of the Amhurst House dance.” 

 

Amelia raised her handkerchief to her eyes and dabbed at them.  “Adam Cartwright asked me to dance.  I had no reason to decline the invitation.  The dance was a waltz.”  Amelia paused and dabbed her eyes once more.  She drew in a slow breath.  “I, it was so warm, when the dance ended I… I was short of breath.  Mr. Carwright, well, he and I went outside for a breath of cooler air.” Amelia’s voice dwindled in volume as she spoke.  “I shouldn’t have … I, really, I can’t… I can’t.”  The handkerchief rose to her lips as a sob exited her throat.  Her shoulders began to tremble as several more followed.” 

 

Chase walked swiftly to Amelia’s side.  “Gentlemen, you can see how traumatized my cousin has been by all of this.  Need we force her to go on?  Too actually say the words.  It is all there in her affidavit.”  Chase started to help Amelia to rise. 

 

Andrew was immediately on his feet.  “May I respectfully submit that while Mr. Winthrop may feel that the affidavit contains all the facts he wishes to present, it does not answer the questions the defense has a need to ask.  While this is not a court of law, the sentence handed down will affect Adam Cartwright for the remainder of his life.  It is his due, nay his right, to question his accuser.” 

 

Professor Dupree looked at his fellow professors and then at Chase Winthrop.  “Perhaps we should not be so cruel as to force the child to sit before all these men, before Adam Cartwright, and recount yet again the events of that night.” 

 

“Mr. Carver’s point is well-taken by me.  Should we poll the board?”  It was Professor Meade not Bell who had spoken. 

 

Dupree gave Chase Winthrop a look that read I-tried.  “No, no need.  If you wish to rely on the affidavit, we shall pause for five minutes in order that Miss Bryant may compose herself before Mr. Carver asks his questions.” 

 

Adam watched as Amelia exited the room holding Chase’s arm.  The board members stood and spoke softly among themselves but did not leave the room.  Andrew took the seat next to Adam again. 

 

“Family pressure, I’d lay odds on it.  She managed to not actually state a direct lie.”  Andrew smiled at his roommate.  “She may equivocate as well as you do.” 

 

“I haven’t said anything at all, equivocating or not.” 

 

“You may not have to say anything.  If you don’t, Winthrop can’t question you.”  Andrew dropped his voice to an even softer whisper.   “If you do, you know what to say.” 

 

“Yes. Andrew, where did you go during the recess?” 

 

“Not to perdition, so don’t worry.” 

 

“Actually, I’m not nearly as worried as I should be.” 

 

“Stoic not cocky; save smug and cocky until we win.” 

 

Chase and Amelia reentered the room, the board and Chase took their seats, and Andrew walked slowly toward the witness chair where Amelia again sat.  He stopped a yard or two from Amelia, and it took several minutes before Adam realized that Andrew had very carefully positioned himself so that he blocked Amelia’s view of Chase.  He managed to keep that advantage throughout Amelia’s testimony. 

 

“I know this is difficult, Miss Bryant, but…well, let us take a closer look at your testimony.”  There was no harshness in Andrew’s voice, but it was clear and firm, and somehow judging in its tone.   “You say Adam Carwright asked you to dance.  Not surprising, I’m sure that any number of young men asked you to dance.  Did you by any chance keep your dance card?”  Amelia’s eyes widened; then she shook her head.  “Well, never mind.” 

 

“She wants to forget her ordeal!”  Chase’s voice was sharp and overly loud. 

 

“Professors, may I ask that you remind, Mr. Winthrop, that Miss Bryant is the one testifying and should not be interrupted.” 

 

“You are so reminded, Mr. Winthrop.” 

 

Andrew continued. “Then you said that you had no reason to decline the invitation.  No doubt this was because you and he had been formally introduced.  Might I inquire who introduced you?” 

 

Amelia’s eyelashes fluttered.  “No, I mean… no one formally introduced us.  He…he danced with my friend, Eleana.  They stopped near us… he spoke to the boy I was dancing with, Allen Mayfield.” 

 

“And then he presumed to ask you to dance?” 

 

“Yes, yes, he presumed.” 

 

“You didn’t mention that you might be willing to dance.” Andrew appeared to study the paper he held, and his eyebrow cocked.  Amelia was the only one in a position to see that it did. 

 

“Well, I don’t… I might have mentioned… It was a dance, he asked me, I said yes.” 

 

“Because you had no reason to decline.  He did not seem presumptuous or rude at the time.  He did not appear inebriated.  He had no reputation for impropriety among the young ladies of your acquaintance.”  Amelia seemed to wilt slightly with each statement.  Her eyes focused on the paper in Andrew’s hand.  She was not privy to any statements that had been made by others who had attended the dance, and her growing nervousness showed.  “You agreed to dance with him. To dance a waltz, I believe you said.  Not a polka, not a reel, but a waltz.  This waltz left you short of breath, you said.  Did Adam Cartwright or you suggest the fresher air outside?”  Andrew step quickly to the defense table and returned with a new paper he had plucked from his stack.  “Miss Bryant, did you or Mister Cartwright suggest a stroll in the moonlight?” 

 

“I… I don’t… I don’t remember.” 

 

“It was still quite cool on this early April night.  “Did you retrieve your wrap before you went outside?” 

 

“No.” 

 

When Andrew spoke again, an edge had sharpened the softness of his words.  “You agreed to go outside away from any others with a man you had just met because you needed some fresh air? You had been left breathless by the waltz.” 

 

“Yes.”  Amelia’s voice had become a whisper. 

 

A barely perceptible sarcasm entered Andrew’s voice.  “Because you had no reason to think that your irresistible charms would bring out the beast in the gentleman before you.” 

 

Amelia pushed back into her chair as if to escape Andrew; while Chase Winthrop emitted what could only be called a growl.  

 

“Mr. Carver!” Professor Mead’s voice was strongly admonishing. 

 

“I beg pardon.” Andrew quickly continued.  “Did you pass any other people taking the air outside?” 

 

“No.” 

 

“Perhaps because you were outside so short a time, and there were very few others who felt the need for chilled air.” Amelia sat silent. “The rest of your story is in your affidavit; I shall not press you for the details of any liberties you feel Mr. Cartwright may have taken in the moments you were alone together, but I am forced to inquire if he physically harmed you in any way.” 

 

“I managed to get away.”  Her voice was flat and toneless. 

 

“You returned to the dance in no disarray.  Your hair was not mussed; your clothes undisturbed.”  Amelia made no response.  “Did Adam Cartwright make any attempt to keep you with him. Did he grab your arm? Did he chase you when you ran?” 

 

Amelia’s eyes focused on the paper in Andrew’s hand and then on the stack on the table before Adam.  She shook her head. 

 

Andrew’s voice softened again.  “Could it be, Miss Bryant, in your innocence and inexperience, anxious at being alone with a boy in a situation more secluded than you had expected, you misinterpreted some gesture, over-reacted to some imagined impropriety, and that Adam Cartwright did no more than any gentleman in this room has done himself?” Amelia trembled and swallowed convulsively.  “It would be understandable, Miss Bryant, and in no way would we censure a young girl for such a mistake.”  It was clear to all that Andrew Carver was offering Amelia Bryant a social lifesaver. 

 

“I… I’ve never…   I didn’t know…” Amelia straightened her spine and accepted it. “I… I may have overreacted.  Really, we did nothing wrong.” 

 

Andrew focused his attention on the members of the board.  “That, gentlemen, is all that need be said.  May I thank Miss Bryant for her final honesty, and I know you will assure her that statements made in this hearing are held in confidence as this board maintains the highest level of privacy.”  Andrew took his seat next to Adam.   

 

“Miss Bryant, do you wish to withdraw your accusations, your affidavit?” 

 

“Yes.” 

 

“Then those charges are withdrawn.” 

 

Chase Winthrop sprang to his feet.  “May I remind the board that there were affidavits offered that included behavior that should be addressed by this board.” 

 

“There were others offered that clarify matters.”  Andrew’s voice was clear and firm.  

 

“We will adjourn to review them.”   The members of the board gathered papers and exited.  Chase walked to his cousin, took her by the arm, and led her out without either of them looking at Adam Cartwright.   Adam and Andrew were left alone in the room. 

 

Adam Let out a slow breath.  “I won’t be expelled.” 

 

“No. You shall graduate with degrees and honors.” 

 

“If a vote had been taken, I still think we would have won.” 

 

“Probably.  You would only have been expelled if the Winthrops bought or coerced the vote.  Which, since they have the money and clout to do either, makes withdrawal of charges preferable.” 

 

“So, I go Scott-free.” Adam’s sigh was followed by a slight chuckle. 

 

“Perhaps not Scott-free.  You may get your hand slapped or even a spanking, metaphorically speaking.  The board may deem it wise to toss the Winthrop-Bryants a sop of some sort.” 

 

Adam gave his friend a slight grin.  “I’ve been spanked before.” 

 

Andrew’s eyebrow rose.  “Saint Adam has? Really? That must have been a red-letter day.”  Andrew grinned. “You don’t have to take it stoically anymore.” 

 

“I don’t?” 

 

“No, but my friend, any revenge on Winthrop should wait until after graduation.  Shortly before your departure for home would be best.” 

 

“They do say revenge is a dish best served cold.” 

 

“That they do my friend.  That they do.” 

 

The chimes of the campus clock tower tolled.  “How long do you think they will be?”   

 

“There’s really no telling.” 

 

“Should we stay or leave?” 

 

Adrew shrugged.  “Stay for a bit.” 

 

“Tell me one thing.”  Adam’s voice had grown too serious for Andrew. 

 

“What?” 

 

“Where did you go during the break?” 

 

“You’re like a dog with a bone.” 

 

“Did you speak to Amelia?” 

 

“That would have been improper and impossible.  There is no way I could have gotten near her since Winthrop heard I would be your advocate.” 

 

“Where then?” 

 

“To marshal the ladies auxiliary.” 

 

“The ladies auxiliary?” 

 

“A number of young ladies that do not think of you as either a roue or a rube.” 

 

“And what did these ladies do?” 

 

“Simply allow Amelia to see them speaking as she walked to the hearing.” 

 

“Speaking?” 

 

Adrew gave a dismissive wave of his hand.  “If Amelia assumed they were gossiping, well…” Andrew looked directly at Adam.  “The simple truth is that when a girl points a finger at a man and accuses him of impropriety, many social dragons see three fingers pointing back at the girl.  Amelia grew up knowing that, the ladies were simply a reminder.” Andrew saw the discomfiture that entered Adam’s face.  “The Winthrops obviously assured her they could handle society; it’s up to them to keep that promise.  Adam, she lied about you.” 

 

“Willingly?” 

 

“Does it matter?  She lied; you suffered; we gave her a way out.  She didn’t deserve that.  Are you feeling as forgiving toward Chase?” 

 

Adam’s face hardened.  “No.” 

 

“Good.” 

 

A door opened, and Allen Madison surveyed the room.  “The board will announce its decision in thirty minutes.”  He stepped back and closed the door again.  Adam exchanged a look with Andrew and saw a smug smile settle on his friend’s face. 

 

ACACACACAC 

 

“Andrew, no!”  Adam’s voice snapped as the book he had been reading closed by his roommate’s hand. 

 

“Yes! Yes!  Your chastisement ended at 12:00 last night.  If it had been me, I would have been at MacGregor’s before 1:00, but no, Saint Adam stayed in bed, went to class, and set about studying.  Now he shall accompany me to the Ender House where we shall dine magnificently on my father’s dime…” 

 

“You can’t buy a coffee at the Ender for a dime.” 

 

“My father’s many dollars then.  After which we shall join friends at MacGregor’s where a rollicking good time shall be had by all.  I’ll not take no for an answer.” 

 

“And I’ll not say yes until I have your word: no more than two beers for either of us, and we leave MacGregor’s by eleven.” 

 

“Determined to be a good boy, are you?” 

 

“And to keep you one until graduation.  As my brother Hoss would say, ‘My mind’s settled on it.’” 

 

“And you call him a Missouri mule.”  Andrew shook his head. “Will all this goodness prevent you from serving up a plate of revenge to one Chase Alexander Winthrop?” 

 

“No.” 

 

“Then I shall agree to your terms if you agree that I shall be there when he is made to eat it.” 

 

Adam rubbed the bridge of his nose.  “You won’t be leaving town.  He could…” 

 

“Do very little I would care about, but actually I plan to be leaving also.” 

 

“You are?  What?  Where?” 

 

“I’ve been offered a place reading law with the most admired lawyer in Philidelphia.” 

 

“You have!” 

 

“He happens to be the uncle of one Allen Madison of the Themis Society and your disciplinary board.” 

 

“And he….” 

 

“Evidently gave his uncle an edited version of my college achievements.” 

 

“You are going to accept the offer!” It was half question and half order. 

 

“It’s about time I did something that would please my long-suffering mother.”  Andrew’s voice gained a tentative quality.    “I may not be able to carry it off, but…” 

 

“Of course, you will.” 

 

“I’ll not have a saint in my rooms goading me along.” 

 

“I’ll goad long distance.” 

 

“It will be two to three years of goading.” 

 

Adam made a dismissive gesture.  “I’ve got a dozen years of goading left with my brothers, so that’s nothing.  And after?” 

 

“They say the law is spreading in the Western territories.” 

 

Adam smiled.  “You’ll like the West, Andy.”  He rose and clapped his friend on the back.  “Let’s go spend your father’s money.”   

 

ACACACACAC 

 

Adam’s shin connected with the corner of his trunk, and he cursed softly. 

 

“Go ahead and light the lamp. I’m awake.” 

 

“Sorry.  I’ve knocked against that thing at least twenty times since we brought it in.” 

 

“Two trunks are two too many in this room.” 

 

Adam lit the lamp but kept the flame low.  “You’re in early.” 

 

“Practicing being good.”  Andrew sat up; Adam sat down.  He studied his roommate’s face in the dim light. 

 

“Your parents?” 

 

“Now have a college graduate for a son.  My mother is rejoicing.” 

 

“Your father?” 

 

“My pater is as always waiting for the other shoe to drop.”  Andrew shrugged.  “Nothing will change that.  I’ve decided to let him wait.” 

 

“Good. Waiting can be its own torture.” Andrew heard the bitterness in Adam’s voice. 

 

“Now, now, Saint Adam, don’t let my father bring out the worst in you.  I did for far too long.” Andrew’s eyes scanned the room.  “It will be over soon, this part of our lives.” 

 

“There’s a great deal more ahead.” 

 

“Yes, but…  You probably feel it even more than I.  You’re going back to another world; will you ever return to this one?” 

 

“I’m going home to my family.” 

 

“I wish they could have been here for you.  At least your grandfather was.  He was so proud of you; it shined out of him.” Andrew shifted on his bed. “Your grandfather, well, he may well… he probably will hear about it.” 

 

“He has. I told him.” 

 

“And he?” 

 

“Was very understanding.” Adam gave a wry grin. “A great deal of that understanding most likely came from the fact that when I say goodbye to him, well, there’s little hope it won’t be for the last time.” 

 

 

“Bittersweet, that is what most endings are. He wasn’t angry at all?” 

 

“Not at me. Chase, Amelia, and … Suffice to say he would be quite willing to start a Stoddard/Winthrop feud. You, on the other hand, are now highly in his favor.” 

 

 Andrew gave a dismissing wave of his hand and decided to change the course of their conversation. “How much did you mind it when they presented Alfred Braun with the Blackburn?” 

 

“Not nearly as much as if they had presented it to Chase Winthrop.” 

 

“And Chase’s comeuppance is still set for tomorrow night?” 

 

“Yes.” 

 

“As we planned?” 

 

“You don’t have to…” 

 

“You know I want to; I insisted.  It’s just…” 

 

“You checked the statutes.  Carrying a gun is not illegal in this town.” Adam’s voice gained a jaunty tone. “Saint Adam would never involve you in anything illegal.” 

 

“That’s a comfort.”  Andrew’s voice dripped sarcasm. 

 

“You can’t shoot anyone with an empty gun even accidently.” 

 

“Well, then, we best get some sleep.  Tomorrow will be a red-letter day.” 

 

 

 

ACACACACAC 

 

They had picked the site carefully and chosen the time judiciously.  When Adam stepped into the light in front of Chase Winthrop, Chase let out a startled gasp and stopped. 

 

“Cartwright! What the devil…”   

 

Andrew stepped forward and stood beside Adam. 

 

“Carver!  You…  Why are you here?”  They could hear the unease in Chase’s voice. 

 

Andrew grinned.  “I’m here to hold his coat.”  He cockily pointed  his thumb at Adam. 

 

Adam doffed his jacket and handed it to Andrew.  Before Chase Winthrop stood a man he hardly recognized.  Adam had donned his ranch clothes and the persona he had used to boss ranch hands years his senior.  He had also donned his gun belt where his hands settled with comfortable familiarity.   

 

“You…You…” 

 

“Will have the scion of a fine family to testify on his behalf.”  Andrew chuckled softly. “I might not even have to lie.  Well, not very much.” 

 

Adam took a step forward, and Chase took three steps back.  “As we would say back home, ‘It’s time for the reckoning.’”  

 

“Now, you… you wouldn’t…” Chase scrabbled backwards, slipped, and landed on his backside.  His hands raised beseechingly.  “I… I…” 

 

“Tried mightily to have me expelled.”  Adam moved forward and stared down at Chase.  His hand now rested on the butt of his pistol.  “Bearing false witness is a sin.” 

 

“I… I never…” 

 

“He wants off on a technicality.”  Andrew shook his head and chuckled again.  “Look.”  He pointed to Chase’s grey pants which were darkening with the evidence of his fear. 

 

Adam smiled.  “The Good Book says an eye for an eye.” 

 

“Please, please!”  Chase’s voice was choked with tears. 

 

“I suppose a scare for a scare, a humiliation for a humiliation should do.  Though, perhaps not, as my humiliation was more public.” 

 

“His shall become public as soon as he encounters anyone.”  Andrew waved his hand in front of his nose. 

 

“I suppose it shall.”  Adam reached for his jacket while Chase whimpered at the movement of Adam’s hand.  “Next time, Winthrop, I’ll not be so charitable.”  Adam shrugged his jacket on while turning his back dismissively. 

 

Andrew resisted the temptation to kick the cowering scion of the mighty Winthrops and followed Adam into the darkness.  A block away they hailed a closed cab and settled inside. 

 

Andrew looked at Adam sitting across from him.  “Was it enough?” 

 

“It was considerable.” 

 

“He kept the Blackburn from you.” 

 

“I might not have won.”  Adam shrugged.  “Actually, that bothers me least.  As I told Professor Bell, the Blackburn would have been lagniappe.” 

 

“Your ship boards at four?” 

 

“Yes.  I’m meeting my grandfather at one for lunch.  Would you join us?” 

 

“No.   He deserves a few hours of your undivided attention.  Actually, I planned to dine at home and allow mother her tears at the station when I board the train.” 

 

“Good lad.”  Adam smiled.  “Since we neither have to rise early…” 

 

“Actually, I do.  I’m expected for an early brunch at the Emersons.” 

 

“The Emersons?  You don’t even like the Emersons.” 

 

“They are related by marriage.” 

 

“You called Amanda the sharpest tongued gossip on the Eastern Seaboard.” 

 

“She is, and she inherited her skill from her mother.” 

 

“Well, then why?” 

 

“Before we stamp the bill paid, I felt we should make sure that his humiliation became public, very widespread and public.  He’s sneaky enough to have avoided everyone.” 

 

“Andrew!” 

 

“Nothing but the truth shall pass my lips, and I needn’t mention how I obtained knowledge of the story.  If the story grows with her telling, well, that is not our concern.” 

 

“I see you are only partially reformed, my friend.” 

 

“Which is why you must keep in touch.” 

 

“I’ll see you a lawyer, Andy.  My mind is settled on it.” 

 

“And you have provided the motivation for success.” 

 

“The motivation?” 

 

“Saint Adam might never need my services again, but there is definitely a chance that Cowboy Cartwright will.” 

 

The End