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+<div style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:1em; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Title: The Cromptons</div>
+<div style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:1em; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Author: Mary J. Holmes</div>
+<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>Release Date: June 27, 2005 [eBook #16138]<br />
+[Most recently updated: January 8, 2022]</div>
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+<div style='margin-top:2em; margin-bottom:4em'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE CROMPTONS ***</div>
+
+<h4>POPULAR NOVELS</h4>
+
+<h4>BY</h4>
+
+<h4><b>MRS. MARY J. HOLMES.</b></h4>
+
+<p>
+<span class="small">
+TEMPEST AND SUNSHINE.<br/>
+DARKNESS AND DAYLIGHTS.<br/>
+ENGLISH ORPHANS.<br/>
+HUGH WORTHINGTON.<br/>
+HOMESTEAD ON HILLSIDE.<br/>
+CAMERON PRIDE.<br/>
+'LENA RIVERS.<br/>
+ROSE MATHER.<br/>
+MEADOW BROOK.<br/>
+ETHELYN'S MISTAKE.<br/>
+DORA DEANE.<br/>
+MILBANK.<br/>
+COUSIN MAUDE.<br/>
+EDNA BROWNING.<br/>
+MARIAN GREY.<br/>
+WEST LAWN.<br/>
+EDITH LYLE.<br/>
+MILDRED.<br/>
+DAISY THORNTON.<br/>
+FOREST HOUSE.<br/>
+CHATEAU D'OR.<br/>
+MADELINE.<br/>
+QUEENIE HETHERTON.<br/>
+CHRISTMAS STORIES.<br/>
+BESSIE'S FORTUNE.<br/>
+GRETCHEN.<br/>
+MARGUERITE.<br/>
+DR. HATHERN'S DAUGHTERS.<br/>
+MRS. HALLAM'S COMPANION.<br/>
+PAUL RALSTON.<br/>
+THE TRACY DIAMONDS.<br/>
+THE CROMPTONS. (<i>NEW</i>)</span>
+</p>
+
+<p class="center">"Mrs. Holmes is a peculiarly pleasant and fascinating
+writer. Her books are always entertaining, and she
+has the rare faculty of enlisting the sympathy
+and affections of her readers, and of holding
+their attention to her pages with
+deep and absorbing interest."</p>
+
+<p class="center">Handsomely bound in cloth. Price, $1.00 each,
+and sent <i>free</i> by mail on receipt of price.</p>
+
+<p class="center">G.W. Dillingham Co., Publishers,<br/>
+NEW YORK.</p>
+
+<div class="fig" style="width:100%;">
+<img src="images/illust_001.jpg" width="457" height="700" alt="[Illustration]" />
+<p class="caption">&ldquo;Here by this grave I promise all you ask.&rdquo;</p>
+</div>
+
+<h1>The Cromptons</h1>
+
+<h3>By</h3>
+
+<h2>MARY J. HOLMES</h2>
+
+<h4>G.W. DILLINGHAM COMPANY<br/>
+PUBLISHERS&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;NEW YORK</h4>
+
+<h4><span class="smcap">Copyright</span>, 1899, 1901,</h4>
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">By Mrs. Mary J. Holmes</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="center">[<i>All rights reserved.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>The Cromptons.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Issued August, 1902.</i></p>
+
+<h2>Contents</h2>
+
+<table summary="" style="">
+
+<tr>
+<td> <a href="#PART_I"><b>PART I</b></a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> <a href="#1CHAPTER_I">CHAPTER I. THE STRANGER AT THE BROCK HOUSE</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> <a href="#1CHAPTER_II">CHAPTER II. THE PALMETTO CLEARING</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> <a href="#1CHAPTER_III">CHAPTER III. THE INTERVIEW</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> <a href="#1CHAPTER_IV">CHAPTER IV. HOPING AND WAITING</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> <a href="#1CHAPTER_V">CHAPTER V. MISS DORY</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> <a href="#1CHAPTER_VI">CHAPTER VI. THE SERVICES</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> <a href="#1CHAPTER_VII">CHAPTER VII. COL. CROMPTON</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> <a href="#1CHAPTER_VIII">CHAPTER VIII. THE CHILD OF THE CLEARING</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> <a href="#1CHAPTER_IX">CHAPTER IX. THE COLONEL AND JAKE</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> <a href="#1CHAPTER_X">CHAPTER X. EUDORA</a><br /><br /></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> <a href="#PART_II"><b>PART II</b></a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> <a href="#2CHAPTER_I">CHAPTER I. HOWARD CROMPTON TO JACK HARCOURT</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> <a href="#2CHAPTER_II">CHAPTER II. JACK HARCOURT TO HOWARD CROMPTON</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> <a href="#2CHAPTER_III">CHAPTER III. ELOISE</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> <a href="#2CHAPTER_IV">CHAPTER IV. THE ACCIDENT</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> <a href="#2CHAPTER_V">CHAPTER V. AMY</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> <a href="#2CHAPTER_VI">CHAPTER VI. AT MRS. BIGGS'S</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> <a href="#2CHAPTER_VII">CHAPTER VII. RUBY ANN PATRICK</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> <a href="#2CHAPTER_VIII">CHAPTER VIII. MRS. BIGGS'S REMINISCENCES</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> <a href="#2CHAPTER_IX">CHAPTER IX. LETTER FROM REV. CHARLES MASON</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> <a href="#2CHAPTER_X">CHAPTER X. PART SECOND OF REV. MR. MASON'S LETTER</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> <a href="#2CHAPTER_XI">CHAPTER XI. SUNDAY CALLS</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> <a href="#2CHAPTER_XII">CHAPTER XII. THE MARCH OF EVENTS</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> <a href="#2CHAPTER_XIII">CHAPTER XIII. GETTING READY FOR THE RUMMAGE SALE</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> <a href="#2CHAPTER_XIV">CHAPTER XIV. THE FIRST SALE</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> <a href="#2CHAPTER_XV">CHAPTER XV. AT THE RUMMAGE</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> <a href="#2CHAPTER_XVI">CHAPTER XVI. THE AUCTION</a><br /><br /></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> <a href="#PART_III"><b>PART III</b></a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> <a href="#3CHAPTER_I">CHAPTER I. THE BEGINNING OF THE END</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> <a href="#3CHAPTER_II">CHAPTER II. THE LITTLE RED CLOAK</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> <a href="#3CHAPTER_III">CHAPTER III. ELOISE AT THE CROMPTON HOUSE</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> <a href="#3CHAPTER_IV">CHAPTER IV. THE SHADOW OF DEATH</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> <a href="#3CHAPTER_V">CHAPTER V. LOOKING FOR A WILL</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> <a href="#3CHAPTER_VI">CHAPTER VI. IN FLORIDA</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> <a href="#3CHAPTER_VII">CHAPTER VII. IN THE PALMETTO CLEARING</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> <a href="#3CHAPTER_VIII">CHAPTER VIII. THE LITTLE HAIR TRUNK</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> <a href="#3CHAPTER_IX">CHAPTER IX. WHAT HOWARD FOUND</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> <a href="#3CHAPTER_X">CHAPTER X. HOWARD'S TEMPTATION</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> <a href="#3CHAPTER_XI">CHAPTER XI. CONCLUSION</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+</table>
+
+<hr />
+
+<h2>
+ THE CROMPTONS
+</h2>
+
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<h2><a name="PART_I"></a>PART I</h2>
+
+</div><!--end chapter-->
+
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<h2><a name="1CHAPTER_I"></a>CHAPTER I<br/>
+THE STRANGER AT THE BROCK HOUSE</h2>
+
+<p>The steamer "Hatty" which plied between Jacksonville
+and Enterprise was late, and the people who
+had come down from the Brock House to the landing
+had waited half an hour before a puff of smoke in the
+distance told that she was coming. There had been
+many conjectures as to the cause of the delay, for she
+was usually on time, and those who had friends on
+the boat were growing nervous, fearing an accident,
+and all were getting tired, when she appeared in the
+distance, the puffs of smoke increasing in volume as
+she drew nearer, and the sound of her whistle echoing
+across the water, which at Enterprise spreads out into
+a lake. She had not met with an accident, but had
+been detained at Palatka waiting for a passenger of
+whom the captain had been apprised.</p>
+
+<p>"He may be a trifle late, but if he is, wait. He
+must take your boat," Tom Hardy had said to the
+captain when engaging passage for his friend, and
+Tom Hardy was not one whose wishes were often
+disregarded. "Them Hardys does more business
+with me in one year than ten other families and I
+can't go agin Tom, and if he says wait for his friend,
+why, there's nothing to do but wait," the captain said,
+as he walked up and down in front of his boat, growing
+more and more impatient, until at last as he was
+beginning to swear he'd wait no longer for all the
+Hardys in Christendom, two men came slowly towards
+the landing, talking earnestly and not seeming
+to be in the least hurry, although the "Hatty" began
+to scream herself hoarse as if frantic to be gone.</p>
+
+<p>"How d'ye, Cap," Tom said, in his easy, off-hand
+way. "Hope we haven't kept you long. This is my
+friend I told you about. I suppose his berth is
+ready?"</p>
+
+<p>He did not tell the name of his friend, who, as if
+loath to cross the plank, held back for a few more
+words. Tom gave him a little push at last, and said,
+"Good-bye, you really must go. Success to you, but
+don't for a moment think of carrying out that quixotic
+plan you first mentioned. Better jump into the
+river. Good-bye!"</p>
+
+<p>The plank was crossed and pulled in, and a mulatto
+boy came forward to take the stranger's bag and pilot
+him to his stateroom, which opened from what was
+called the ladies' parlor. Coiled up in a corner on the
+deck was a bundle of something which stirred as they
+came near to it, and began to turn over, making the
+stranger start with a slight exclamation.</p>
+
+<p>"Doan you be skeert, sar," the boy said, "dat's
+nottin' but Mandy Ann, an onery nigger what b'longs
+to ole Miss Harris in de clarin' up ter Ent'prise. She's
+been hired out a spell in Jacksonville,&mdash;nuss to a little
+gal, and now she's gwine home. Miss Dory done sent
+for her, 'case Jake is gone and ole Miss is wus,&mdash;never
+was very peart," and turning to the girl the boy Ted
+continued: "You Mandy Ann, doan you know more
+manners not to skeer a gemman, rollin' round like a
+punkin? Get back wid yer."</p>
+
+<p>He spurned the bundle with his foot, while the
+stranger stopped suddenly, as if a blow had been
+struck him.</p>
+
+<p>"Who did you say she was? To whom does she
+belong, I mean?" he asked, and the boy replied,
+"Mandy Ann, a no count nigger, b'longs to Miss
+Harris. Poor white trash! Crackers! Dis your
+stateroom, sar. Kin I do somethin' for you?"</p>
+
+<p>The boy's head was held high, indicative of his
+opinion of poor white trash and Crackers in general,
+and Mandy Ann in particular.</p>
+
+<p>"No, thanks," the stranger said, taking his bag
+and shutting himself into his stuffy little stateroom.</p>
+
+<p>"'Specs he's from de Norf; looks like it, an' dey
+allus askin' who we 'longs to. In course we 'longs to
+somebody. We has ter," Ted thought, as he made
+his way back to Mandy Ann, who was wide-awake
+and ready for any war of words which might come
+up between herself and Ted, "who felt mighty smart
+'case he was cabin boy on de 'Hatty.'"</p>
+
+<p>As Ted suspected, the stranger was of Northern
+birth, which showed itself in his accent and cold,
+proud bearing. He might have been thirty, and he
+might have been more. His face did not show his
+age. His features were regular, and his complexion
+pale as a woman's. His eyes were a cross between
+blue and gray, with a look in them which made you
+feel that they were reading your inmost secrets, and
+you involuntarily turned away when they were fixed
+upon you. On this occasion he seemed colder and
+prouder than usual, as he seated himself upon the
+stool in his stateroom and looked about him,&mdash;not
+at any thing that was there, for he did not see it, or
+think how small and uncomfortable his quarters were,
+although recommended as one of the staterooms <i>de
+luxe</i> on the boat. His thoughts were outside, first
+on Mandy Ann,&mdash;not because of anything about her
+personally. He had seen nothing except a woolly
+head, a dark blue dress, and two black, bare feet and
+ankles, but because she was Mandy Ann, bound slave
+of "ole Miss Harris, who lived in de clarin'," and for
+that reason she connected him with something from
+which he shrank with an indescribable loathing. At
+last he concluded to try the narrow berth, but finding
+it too hard and too short went out upon the rear deck,
+and taking a chair where he would be most out of the
+way and screened from observation, he sat until the
+moon went down behind a clump of palms, and the
+stars paled in the light of the sun which shone down
+upon the beautiful river and the tangled mass of
+shrubbery and undergrowth on either side of it.</p>
+
+<p>At last the passengers began to appear one by one,
+with their cheery how dye's and good mornings, and
+curious glances at this stranger in their midst, who,
+although with them, did not seem to be one of them.
+They were all Southerners and inclined to be friendly,
+but nothing in the stranger's attitude invited sociability.
+He was looking off upon the water in the
+direction from which they had come, and never
+turned his head in response to the loud shouts, when an
+alligator was seen lying upon the shore, or a big turtle
+was sunning itself on a log. He was a Northerner,
+they knew from his general make-up, and a friend of
+Tom Hardy, the captain said, when questioned with
+regard to him. This last was sufficient to atone for
+any proclivities he might have antagonistic to the
+South. Tom Hardy, although living in Georgia, was
+well known in Florida. To be his friend was to be
+somebody; and two or three attempts at conversation
+were made in the course of the morning. One man,
+bolder than the rest, told him it was a fine day and a
+fine trip, but that the "Hatty" was getting a little
+too <i>pass&eacute;e</i> for real comfort. At the word <i>pass&eacute;e</i> the
+stranger looked up with something like interest, and
+admitted that the boat was <i>pass&eacute;e</i>, and the day fine,
+and the trip, too. A cigar was next offered, but
+politely declined, and then the attempt at an acquaintance
+ceased on the part of the first to make it. Later
+on an old Georgian planter, garrulous and good-humored,
+swore he'd find out what stuff the Yankee
+was made of, and why he was down there where few
+of his kind ever came. His first move was the offer
+of tobacco, with the words: "How d'ye, sir? Have
+a chew?"</p>
+
+<p>The stranger's head went up a little higher than its
+wont, and the proud look on the pale face deepened
+as he declined the tobacco civilly, as he had the cigar.</p>
+
+<p>"Wall, now, don't chew tobacky? You lose a
+good deal. I couldn't live without it. Sorter soothin',
+an' keeps my jaws goin', and when I'm so full of
+vim,&mdash;mad, you know,&mdash;that I'm fit to bust, why, I
+spit and spit,&mdash;backy juice in course,&mdash;till I spit it
+all out," the Georgian said, taking an immense chew,
+and sitting down by the stranger, who gave no sign
+that he knew of his proximity, but still kept his eyes
+on the river as if absorbed in the scenery.</p>
+
+<p>The Georgian was not to be easily rebuffed. Crossing
+his legs and planting his big hat on his knees,
+he went on:</p>
+
+<p>"You are from the North, I calculate?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes."</p>
+
+<p>"I thought so. We can mostly tell 'em. From
+Boston, I reckon?"</p>
+
+<p>"No."</p>
+
+<p>"New York, mabby? No? Chicago? No?
+Wall, where in&mdash;" the Georgian stopped, checked by
+a look in the bluish-gray eyes which seldom failed in
+its effect.</p>
+
+<p>Evidently the stranger didn't choose to tell where
+he lived, but the Georgian, though somewhat subdued,
+was not wholly silenced, and he continued:
+"Ever in Florida before?"</p>
+
+<p>"No."</p>
+
+<p>"Wall, I s'pose you're takin' a little pleasure trip
+like the rest of us?"</p>
+
+<p>To this there was no response, the stranger thinking
+with bitterness that his trip was anything but one
+of pleasure. There was still one chord left to pull
+and that was Tom Hardy, who in a way was voucher
+for this interloper, and the Georgian's next question
+was: "Do you know Tom well?"</p>
+
+<p>"Do you mean, Mr. Hardy?" the stranger asked,
+and the Georgian replied. "In course, but I allus
+calls him Tom. Have known him since he wore
+gowns. My plantation jines old man Hardy's."</p>
+
+<p>There was no doubt, now, that the stranger was
+interested, and had his companion been a close observer
+he would have seen the kindling light in his
+eyes, and the spots of red beginning to show on his
+face. Whether to talk or not was a question in his
+mind. Cowardice prompted him to remain silent,
+and something which defied silence prompted him at
+last to talk.</p>
+
+<p>"I was with Mr. Thomas Hardy in college," he
+said, "and I have visited him in his home. He is my
+best friend."</p>
+
+<p>"To-be-sure!" the Georgian said, hitching nearer
+to the stranger, as if there was a bond of relationship
+between them.</p>
+
+<p>The man had given no inkling of the date of his
+visit, and as it was some years since Tom was graduated
+the Georgian did not dream of associating the
+visit with a few weeks before, when he had heard that
+a high buck was at old man Hardy's and with
+Tom was painting the neighborhood red and scandalizing
+some of the more sober citizens with his excesses.
+This quiet stranger with the proud face
+and hard eyes never helped paint anything. It was
+somebody else, whose name he had forgotten, but of
+whom he went on to speak in not very complimentary
+terms.</p>
+
+<p>"A high buck, I never happened to see squar in the
+face," he said. "Had glimpses of him in the distance
+ridin' ole man Hardy's sorrel, like he was crazy, and
+oncet reelin' in the saddle. Yes, sar, <i>reelin'</i>, as if he'd
+took too much. I b'lieve in a drink when you are dry,
+but Lord land, whar's the sense of <i>reelin'</i>? I don't
+see it, do you?"</p>
+
+<p>The stranger said he didn't and the Georgian went
+on, now in a lower, confidential voice.</p>
+
+<p>"I actually hearn that this chap,&mdash;what the deuce
+was his name? Have you an idee? He was from the
+North?"</p>
+
+<p>If the stranger had an <i>idee</i> he didn't give it, and the
+Georgian continued: "These two young chaps&mdash;Tom
+ain't right young though, same age as you, I
+reckon&mdash;called on some Cracker girls back in the
+woods and the Northern feller staid thar two or three
+days. Think of it&mdash;Cracker girls! Now, if'ted been
+niggers, instead of Crackers!"</p>
+
+<p>"Ugh!" the stranger exclaimed, wakened into
+something like life. "Don't talk any more about that
+man! He must have been a sneak and villain and a
+low-lived dog, and if there is any meaner name you
+can give him, do so. It will fit him well, and please
+me."</p>
+
+<p>"Call him a Cracker, but a Florida one. Georgy
+is mostly better&mdash;not up to so much snuff, you know,"
+the Georgian suggested, while the Northerner drew a
+quick breath and thought of Mandy Ann, and wondered
+where she was and if he should see her again.</p>
+
+<p>He felt as if there was not a dry thread in one of his
+garments when his companion left him, and returning
+to his friends reported that he hadn't made much out
+of the chap. He wasn't from New York, nor Boston,
+nor Chicago, and "I don't know where in thunder
+he is from, nor his name nuther. I forgot to ask it,
+he was so stiff and offish. He was in college with
+Tom Hardy and visited him years ago; that's all I
+know," the planter said, and after that the stranger
+was left mostly to himself, while the passengers busied
+themselves with gossip, and the scenery, and trying to
+keep cool.</p>
+
+<p>The day was hot and grew hotter as the sun rose
+higher in the heavens, and the stranger felt very uncomfortable,
+but it was not the heat which affected
+him as much as the terrible network of circumstances
+which he had woven for himself. It was the harvest
+he was reaping as the result of one false step, when
+his brain was blurred and he was somebody besides
+the elegant gentleman whom people felt it an honor
+to know. He was himself now, crushed inwardly, but
+carrying himself just as proudly as if no mental fire
+were consuming him, making him think seriously
+more than once of jumping into the river and ending
+it all. He was very luxurious and fastidious in his
+tastes, and would have nothing unseemly in his home
+at the North, where he had only to say to his servants
+come and they came, and where, if he died on his
+rosewood bedstead with silken hangings, they would
+make him a grand funeral&mdash;smother him with flowers,
+and perhaps photograph him as he lay in state.
+Here, if he ended his life, in the river, with alligators
+and turtles, he would be fished up a sorry spectacle,
+and laid upon the deck with weeds and ferns clinging
+to him, and no one knowing who he was till they sent
+for Tom Hardy at that moment hurrying back to his
+home in Georgia, from which he had come at the
+earnest request of his friend. He did not like the
+looks of himself bedraggled and wet, and dead, on the
+deck of the "Hatty," with that curious crowd looking
+at him, Mandy Ann with the rest. Strange that
+thoughts of Mandy Ann should flit through his mind
+as he decided against the cold bath in the St. John's
+and <i>to face</i> it, whatever it was. Occasionally some
+one spoke to him, and he always answered politely,
+and once offered his chair to a lady who seemed to be
+looking for one. But she declined it, and he was
+again left alone. Once he went to the other end of
+the boat for a little exercise and change, he said to
+himself, but really for a chance of seeing Mandy Ann,
+who of all the passengers interested him the most.
+But Mandy Ann was not in sight, nor did he see her
+again till the boat was moving slowly up to the wharf
+at Enterprise, and with her braided tags of hair standing
+up like little horns, and her worldly goods tied
+up in a cotton handkerchief, she stood respectfully
+behind the waiting crowd, each eager to be the first
+to land.</p>
+
+<p>The Brock House was full&mdash;"not so much as a cot
+or a shelf for one more," the clerk said to the stranger,
+who was last at the desk. He had lingered behind the
+others to watch Mandy Ann, with a half-formed resolution
+to ask her to direct him to "ole Miss Harrises"
+if, as Ted had said, she was going there. Mandy
+Ann did not seem to be in any hurry and sauntered
+leisurely up the lane a little beyond the Brock House,
+where she sat down and stretching out her bare feet
+began to suck an orange Ted had given her at parting,
+telling her that though she was "an onery nigger
+who belonged to a Cracker, she had rather far eyes
+and a mouth that couldn't be beat for sass, adding
+that he reckoned that thar tall man who didn't speak
+to nobody might be wantin' to buy her, as he had
+done ast him oncet how far it was to the clarin', an'
+he couldn't want nobody thar but her." Mandy
+Ann had taken the orange, but had spurned what
+Ted had said of the tall man's intentions. She had
+been told too many times, during her brief stay in
+Jacksonville as a nurse girl, that she was of no manner
+of account to believe any one wished to buy her, and
+she paid no attention to the tall man, except to see
+that he was the last to enter the hotel, where he was
+told there was no room for him.</p>
+
+<p>"But I must have a place to sleep," he said. "It
+is only for the night. I return on the 'Hatty.'"</p>
+
+<p>"Why not stay on her then? Some do who only
+come up for the trip," was the clerk's reply.</p>
+
+<p>This was not a bad idea, although the stranger
+shuddered as he thought of his ill-smelling stateroom
+and short berth. Still it was better than camping out
+doors, or&mdash;the clearing&mdash;where he might be accommodated.
+He shuddered again when he thought of
+that possibility&mdash;thanked the clerk for his suggestion&mdash;and
+declined the book which had been pushed
+towards him for his name. No use to register if he
+was not to be a guest; no use to tell his name anyway,
+if he could avoid it, as he had successfully on the boat,
+and with a polite good-evening he stepped outside
+just as Mandy Ann, having finished her orange, peel
+and all, gathered herself up with a view to starting
+for home.</p>
+
+</div><!--end chapter-->
+
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<h2><a name="1CHAPTER_II"></a>CHAPTER II<br/>
+THE PALMETTO CLEARING</h2>
+
+<p>The stranger had asked Ted on the boat, when he
+came with some lemonade he had ordered, how far it
+was from the Brock House to the palmetto clearing,
+and if there was any conveyance to take him there.
+Ted had stared at him with wonder&mdash;first, as to what
+such as he could want at the clearing, and second, if
+he was crazy enough to think there was a conveyance.
+From being a petted cabin boy, Ted had grown to be
+something of a spoiled one, and was what the passengers
+thought rather too "peart" in his ways, while
+some of the crew insisted that he needed "takin'
+down a button hole lower," whatever that might
+mean.</p>
+
+<p>"Bless yer soul, Mas'r," he said, in reply to the
+question. "Thar ain't no conveyance to the clarin'.
+It's off in de woods a piece, right smart. You sticks
+to de road a spell, till you comes to a grave&mdash;what
+used to be&mdash;but it's done sunk in now till nuffin's thar
+but de stun an' some blackb'ry bushes clamberin' over
+it. Then you turns inter de wust piece of road in
+Floridy, and turns agin whar some yaller jasmine is
+growin', an fore long you're dar."</p>
+
+<p>The direction was not very lucid, and the stranger
+thought of asking the clerk for something more
+minute, but the surprise in Ted's eyes when he inquired
+the way to the clearing had put him on his
+guard against a greater surprise in the clerk. He
+would find his way somehow, and he went out into the
+yard and looked in the direction of the sandy road
+which led into the woods and which Mandy Ann was
+taking, presumably on her way home. A second time
+the thought came to him that she might direct him,
+and he started rather rapidly after her, calling as he
+went: "I say girl, I want you. Do you hear?"</p>
+
+<p>Mandy Ann heard, gave one glance over her
+shoulder, saw who was following her, and began at
+once to run, her bare feet and ankles throwing up the
+sand, and her sunbonnet falling from her head down
+her back, where it flapped from side to side as she
+ran. She remembered what Ted had said of the
+stranger, who might be thinking of buying her; this
+was possible after all, as he had said he wanted her,
+and though her home in the clearing was not one of
+luxury, it was one of ease and indolence, and she had
+no desire for a new one&mdash;certainly not with this man
+whose face did not attract her. Just why she ran,
+she did not know. It was of no use to appeal to <i>ole
+missus</i>, who would not know whether she belonged
+to her or some one else. Miss Dory was her only
+hope. With promises of future good behavior and
+abstinence from pilfering and lying, and badness generally,
+she might enlist her sympathy and protection
+till Jake came home, when all would be right. So she
+sped on like a deer, glancing back occasionally to see
+the stranger following her with rapid strides which,
+however, did not avail to overtake her. The afternoon
+was very warm&mdash;the road sandy and uneven&mdash;and
+he soon gave up the chase, wondering why the
+girl ran so fast, as if afraid of him. The last sight he
+had of her was of her woolly head, turning off from the
+road to the right, where it disappeared behind some
+thick undergrowth. Ted had said, "Turn at the
+grave," and he walked on till he reached the spot,
+and stood by the low railing enclosing a sunken
+grave, whether of man or woman he could not tell,
+the lettering on the discolored stone was so obscure.
+Studying it very carefully, he thought he made out
+"Mrs." before the moss-blurred name.</p>
+
+<p>"A woman," he said, with a feeling how terrible it
+must be to be buried and left alone in that dreary,
+sandy waste, with no human habitation nearer than
+the Brock House, and no sound of life passing by,
+except from the same place, unless&mdash;and he started,
+as he noticed for the first time what Ted had said was
+the worst road in Florida, and what was scarcely
+more than a footpath leading off to the right, and to
+the clearing, of course&mdash;and he must follow it past
+tangled weeds and shrubs, and briers, and dwarf palmettoes,
+stumps of which impeded his progress.</p>
+
+<p>Mandy Ann had entirely disappeared, but here and
+there in the sand he saw her footprints, the toes
+spread wide apart, and knew he was right. Suddenly
+there came a diversion, and he leaned against a tree
+and breathed hard and fast, as one does when a shock
+comes unexpectedly. His ear had caught the sound
+of voices at no great distance from him. A negro's
+voice&mdash;Mandy Ann's, he was sure&mdash;eager, excited,
+and pleading; and another, soft and low, and reassuring,
+but wringing the sweat from him in great drops,
+and making his heart beat rapidly. He knew who
+was with Mandy Ann, and that she, too, was hurrying
+on to the clearing, still in the distance. Had there
+been any doubt of her identity, it would have been
+swept away when, through an opening in the trees,
+he caught sight of a slender girlish figure, clad in the
+homely garments of what Ted called poorwhite trash,
+and of which he had some knowledge. There was,
+however, a certain grace in the movements of the
+girl which moved him a little, for he was not blind
+to any point of beauty in a woman, and the beauty
+of this girl, hurrying on so fast, had been his ruin,
+as he in one sense had been hers.</p>
+
+<p>"Eudora!" he said, with a groan, and with a half
+resolve to turn back rather than go on.</p>
+
+<p>Tom Hardy in their talk while the boat waited for
+them at Palatka, had told him what <i>not</i> to do, and he
+was there to follow Tom's advice&mdash;though, to do him
+justice, there was a thought in his heart that possibly
+he might do what he knew he ought to do, in spite of
+Tom.</p>
+
+<p>"I'll wait and see, and if&mdash;" he said at last, as he
+began to pick his way over the palmetto stumps and
+ridges of sand till he came upon the clearing.</p>
+
+<p>It was an open space of two or three acres, cleared
+from tanglewood and dwarf palmettoes. In the centre
+was a log-house, larger and more pretentious than
+many log-houses which he had seen in the South. A
+Marshal Niel had climbed up one corner to the roof,
+and twined itself around the chimney, giving a rather
+picturesque effect to the house, and reminding the
+stranger of some of the cabins he had seen in Ireland,
+with ivy growing over them. There was an attempt
+at a flower garden where many roses were blooming.
+Some one was fond of flowers, and the thought gave
+the stranger a grain of comfort, for a love of flowers
+was associated in his mind with an innate refinement
+in the lover, and there was for a moment a tinge of
+brightness in the darkness settling upon his future.
+Around the house there was no sign of life or stir,
+except a brood of well-grown chickens, which, with
+their mother, were huddled on the door step, evidently
+contemplating an entrance into the house, the
+door of which was open, as were the shutters to the
+windows, which were minus glass, as was the fashion
+of many old Florida houses in the days before the
+Civil War. With a shoo to the chickens, which sent
+some into the house and others flying into the yard,
+the stranger stepped to the door and knocked, once
+very gently, then more decidedly&mdash;then, as there
+came no response, he ventured in, and driving out the
+chickens, one of which had mounted upon a table
+and was pecking at a few crumbs of bread left there,
+he sat down and looked about him. In the loft which
+could hardly be dignified with the name chamber, he
+heard a low murmur of voices, and the sound of footsteps
+moving rapidly, as if some one were in a hurry.
+The room in which he sat was evidently living and
+dining-room both, and was destitute of everything
+which he deemed necessary to comfort. He had been
+in a Cracker's house before, and it seemed to him now
+that his heart turned over when he recalled his visits
+there, and his utter disregard of his surroundings.</p>
+
+<p>"I was a fool, and blind, then; but I can see now,"
+he said to himself, as he looked around at the marks
+of poverty, or shiftlessness, or both, and contrasted
+them with his home in the North.</p>
+
+<p>The floor was bare, with the exception of a mat laid
+before the door leading into another and larger room,
+before one of the windows of which a white curtain
+was gently blowing in the wind. A rough, uncovered
+table pushed against the wall, three or four chairs,
+and a hair-cloth settee completed the furniture,
+with the exception of a low rocking-chair, in which
+sat huddled and wrapped in a shawl a little old woman
+whose yellow, wrinkled face told of the snuff habit,
+and bore a strong resemblance to a mummy, except
+that the woman wore a cap with a fluted frill, and
+moved her head up and down like Christmas toys of
+old men and women. She was evidently asleep, as
+she gave no sign of consciousness that any one was
+there.</p>
+
+<p>"Old Miss," the stranger said, and his breath again
+came gaspingly, and Tom Hardy's advice looked
+more and more reasonable, while he cursed himself
+for the fool he had been, and would have given all he
+was worth, and even half his life, to be rid of this
+thing weighing him down like a nightmare from
+which he could not awaken.</p>
+
+<p>He was roused at last by the sound of bare feet
+on the stairs in a corner of the room. Some one was
+coming, and in a moment Mandy Ann stood before
+him, her eyes shining, and her teeth showing white
+against the ebony of her skin. In her rush through
+the woods Mandy Ann had come upon her young
+mistress looking for the few berries which grew upon
+the tangled bushes.</p>
+
+<p>"Miss Dory, Miss Dory!" she exclaimed, clutching
+the girl's arm with such force that the pail fell to the
+ground and the berries were spilled, "you ain't gwine
+for ter sell me to nobody? Say you ain't, an' fo' de
+Lawd I'll never touch nothin', nor lie, nor sass ole
+Miss, nor make faces and mumble like she does. I'll
+be a fust cut nigger, an' say my prars ebery night.
+I'se done got a new one down ter Jacksonville. Say
+you ain't."</p>
+
+<p>In her surprise Miss Dory did not at first speak;
+then, shaking Mandy Ann's hand from her arm and
+pushing back her sunbonnet she said: "What do
+you mean, and where did you come from? The
+'Hatty,' I s'pose, but she must be late. I'd given
+you up. Who's gwine ter buy yer?"</p>
+
+<p>"Ted done tole me mabby de man on de boat from
+de Norf, what got on ter Palatka, an' done as't the
+way hyar, might be after me&mdash;an'&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>She got no further, for her own arm was now
+clutched as her mistress's had been, while Miss Dory
+asked, "What man? How did he look? Whar is
+he?" and her eyes, shining with expectancy, looked
+eagerly around.</p>
+
+<p>Very rapidly Mandy Ann told all she knew of the
+stranger, while the girl's face grew radiant as she
+listened. "An' he done holler and say how he want
+me an' follered me, an' when I turn off at the grave
+he was still follerin' me. He's comin' hyar. You
+won't sell me, shoo'," Mandy Ann said, and her mistress
+replied, "Sell you? No. It was one of Ted's
+lies. He is my friend. He's comin' to see me.
+Hurry!"</p>
+
+<p>Eudora was racing now through the briers, and
+weeds, and palmetto stumps, and dragging Mandy
+Ann with her.</p>
+
+<p>"Never mind granny," she said, when they
+reached the house and Mandy stopped to say how
+d'ye to the old woman in the chair. "Come upstairs
+with me and help me change my gown."</p>
+
+<p>"Faw de Lawd's sake, is he yer beau?" Mandy
+Ann asked, as she saw the excitement of her mistress,
+who was tearing around the room, now laughing,
+now dashing the tears away and giving the most
+contradicting orders as to what she was to wear and
+Mandy Ann was to get for her.</p>
+
+<p>They heard the two knocks and knew that some
+one had entered the house, but Mandy Ann was too
+busy blacking a pair of boots to go at once, as she
+had her hands to wash, and yet, although it seemed to
+him an age, it was scarcely two minutes before she
+came down the stairs, nimble as a cat, and bobbed
+before him with a courtesy nearly to the floor. Her
+mistress had said to her. "Mind your manners. You
+say you have learned a heap in Jacksonville."</p>
+
+<p>"To be shoo'. I've seen de quality thar in Miss
+Perkins's house," Mandy Ann replied, and hence the
+courtesy she thought rather fetching, although she
+shook a little as she confronted the stranger, whose
+features never relaxed in the least, and who did not
+answer her. "How d'ye, Mas'r," which she felt it
+incumbent to say, as there was no one else to receive
+him.</p>
+
+<p>Mandy Ann was very bright, and as she knew no
+restraint in her Florida home, when alone with her
+old Miss and young Miss, she was apt to be rather
+familiar for a negro slave, and a little inclined to
+humor. She knew whom the gentleman had come
+to see, but when he said. "Is your mistress at
+home?" she turned at once to the piece of parchment
+in the rocking-chair and replied. "To be shoo. Dar
+she is in de char over dar. Dat's ole Miss Lucy."</p>
+
+<p>Going up to the chair, she screamed in the woman's
+ear, "Wake up, Miss Lucy. I'se done comed home
+an' thar's a gemman to see you? Wake up!"</p>
+
+<p>She shook the bundle of shawls vigorously, until
+the old lady was thoroughly roused and glared at her
+with her dark, beady eyes, while she mumbled, "You
+hyar, shakin' me so, you limb. You, Mandy Ann!
+Whar did you come from?"</p>
+
+<p>"Jacksonville, in course. Whar'd you think? An'
+hyar's a gemman come to see you, I tell you. Wake
+up an' say how d'ye."</p>
+
+<p>"Whar is he?" the old woman asked, beginning
+to show some interest, while the stranger arose and
+coming forward said, "Excuse me, madam. It is
+the young lady I wish to see&mdash;your daughter."</p>
+
+<p>"She hain't her mother. She's her granny,"
+Mandy Ann chimed in with a good deal of contempt
+in her voice, as she nodded to the figure in the chair,
+who, with some semblance of what she once was, put
+out a skinny hand and said, "I'm very pleased to see
+you. Call Dory. She'll know what to do."</p>
+
+<p>This last to Mandy Ann, who flirted away from her
+and said to the stranger, "She hain't no sense
+mostly&mdash;some days more, some days littler, an' to-day
+she's littler. You wants to see Miss Dory? She's
+upstars changin' her gown, 'case she knows you're
+hyar. I done tole her, an' her face lit right up like
+de sun shinin' in de mawnin'. Will you gim me your
+caird?"</p>
+
+<p>This was Mandy Ann's master-stroke at good manners.
+She had seen such things at "Miss Perkins's"
+in Jacksonville, and had once or twice taken a card
+on a silver tray to that lady, and why not bring the
+fashion to her own home, if it were only a log-cabin,
+and she a bare-foot, bare-legged waitress, instead of
+Mrs. Perkins's maid Rachel, smart in slippers and cap,
+and white apron. For a moment the stranger's face
+relaxed into a broad smile at the ludicrousness of the
+situation. Mandy Ann, who was quick of comprehension,
+understood the smile and hastened to explain.</p>
+
+<p>"I done larn't a heap of things at Miss Perkins's,
+which we can't do hyar, 'case of ole Miss bein' so
+quar. Miss Dory'd like 'em right well."</p>
+
+<p>"Certainly," the stranger said, beginning to have
+a good deal of respect for the poor slave girl trying
+to keep up the dignity of her family.</p>
+
+<p>Taking a card from his case he handed it to Mandy
+Ann, who looked at it carefully as if reading the
+name, although she held it wrong side up. There
+was no silver tray to take it on&mdash;there was no tray at
+all&mdash;but there was a china plate kept as an ornament
+on a shelf, and on this Mandy Ann placed the card,
+and then darted up the stairs, finding her mistress
+nearly dressed, and waiting for her.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, his card? He gave it to you?" Eudora said,
+flushing with pleasure that he had paid her this compliment,
+and pressing her lips to the name when
+Mandy Ann did not see her.</p>
+
+<p>"In course he done gin it to me. Dat's de way wid
+de quality both Souf and Norf. We livin' hyar in de
+clarin' doan know noffin'." Mandy Ann replied.</p>
+
+<p>On the strength of her three months sojourn with
+Mrs. Perkins, who was undeniably quality, she felt
+herself capable of teaching many things to her young
+mistress, who had seldom repressed her, and who now
+made no answer except to ask, "How do I look?"</p>
+
+<p>She had hesitated a moment as to the dress she
+would wear in place of the one discarded. She had
+very few to select from, and finally took down a white
+gown sacred to her, because of the one occasion on
+which she had worn it. It was a coarse muslin, but
+made rather prettily with satin bows on the sleeves,
+and shoulders, and neck. Several times, since she had
+hung it on a peg under a sheet to keep it from getting
+soiled, she had looked at it and stroked it, wondering
+if she would ever wear it again. Now she took it
+down and smoothed the bows of ribbon, and brushed
+a speck from the skirt, while there came to her eyes
+a rush of glad tears as she put it on, with a thought
+that he would like her in it, and then tried to see its
+effect in the little eight by twelve cracked glass upon
+the wall. All she could see was her head and shoulders,
+and so she asked the opinion of Mandy Ann,
+who answered quickly, "You done look beautiful&mdash;some
+like de young ladies in Jacksonville, and some
+like you was gwine to be married."</p>
+
+<p>"Perhaps I am," Eudora replied, with a joyous
+ring in her voice. "Would you like to have me get
+married?"</p>
+
+<p>Mandy Ann hesitated a moment and then said,
+"I'se promised never to tole you no mo' lies, so dis
+is de truffe, ef I was to drap dead. I'd like you to
+marry some de gemmans in Jacksonville, or some
+dem who comes to de Brock House, but not him
+downstars!"</p>
+
+<p>"Why not?" Eudora asked, and there was a little
+sharpness in her voice.</p>
+
+<p>"'Case," Mandy Ann began, "you as't me, an' fo'
+de Lawd I mus' tell de truffe. He's very tall an' gran',
+an' w'ars fine close, an' han's is white as a cotton
+bat, but his eyes doan set right in his head. They
+look hard, an' not a bit smilin', an' he looks proud as
+ef he thought we was dirt, an' dem white han's&mdash;I
+do' know, but pears like they'd squeeze body an' soul
+till you done cry wid pain. Doan you go for to marry
+him, Miss Dory, will you?"</p>
+
+<p>At first Mandy Ann had opened and shut her black
+fingers, as she showed how the stranger's white hands
+would squeeze one's body and soul; then they closed
+round her mistress's arm as she said, "Doan you
+marry him, Miss Dory, will you?"</p>
+
+<p>"No," Eudora answered, "don't be a silly, but go
+down and bring me a rose, if you can find one two-thirds
+open. I wore one with this dress before and
+he liked it, and as't me to give it to him. Mebby he
+will now," she thought, while waiting for Mandy
+Ann, who soon came back with a beautiful rose hidden
+under her apron.</p>
+
+<p>"Strues I'm bawn, I b'lieve he's done gone to sleep
+like ole Miss&mdash;he's settin' thar so still," she said.</p>
+
+<p>But he was far from being asleep. He had gone
+over again and again with everything within his range
+of vision, from the old woman nodding in her chair,
+to the bucket of water standing outside the door, with
+a gourd swimming on the top, and he was wondering
+at the delay, and feeling more and more that he
+should take Tom Hardy's advice, when he heard steps
+on the stairs, which he knew were not Mandy Ann's,
+and he rose to meet Eudora.</p>
+
+</div><!--end chapter-->
+
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<h2><a name="1CHAPTER_III"></a>CHAPTER III<br/>
+THE INTERVIEW</h2>
+
+<p>She was a short, slender little girl, not more than
+sixteen or seventeen, with a sweet face and soft brown
+eyes which drooped as she came forward, and then
+looked at him shyly through a mist of tears which she
+bravely kept back.</p>
+
+<p>"How d'ye. I'm so glad to see you," she said,
+looking up at him with quivering lips which were so
+unquestionably asking for a kiss that he gave it, while
+her face beamed with delight at the caress, and she
+did not mind how cold, and stiff, and reserved he grew
+the next moment.</p>
+
+<p>He did not like her "How d'ye," although he knew
+how common a salutation it was at the South. It
+savored of Mandy Ann, and her accent was like
+Mandy Ann's, and her white dress instead of pleasing
+him filled him with disgust for himself, as he remembered
+when he first saw it and thought it fine. She
+had worn a rose then, and he had asked her for it,
+and put it in his pocket, like an insane idiot, Tom
+had said. She wore a rose now, but he didn't ask her
+for it, and he dropped her hand almost as soon as
+he took it, and called himself a brute when he saw
+the color come and go in her face, and how she
+trembled as she sat beside him. He knew she was
+pretty, and graceful, and modest, and that she loved
+him as no other woman ever would, but she was untrained,
+and uneducated, and unused to the world&mdash;his
+world, which would scan her with cold, wondering
+eyes. He couldn't do it, and he wouldn't&mdash;certainly,
+not yet. He would wait and see what came of his
+plan which he must unfold, and tell her why he had
+come. But not there where the old woman might
+hear and understand, and where he felt sure Mandy
+Ann was listening. She had stolen down the stairs
+and gone ostensibly to meet a woman whom Eudora
+called Sonsie, and who, she said, came every day to do
+the work now Jake was away.</p>
+
+<p>"Who is Jake?" the man asked, and Eudora replied,
+"The negro who has taken care of us since I
+can remember. He is free, but does for us, and is in
+Richmond now, valleying for a gentleman who pays
+him big wage, and he spends it all for us."</p>
+
+<p>The stranger flushed at her words indicative of her
+station, and then suggested that they go outside
+where they could be sure of being alone, as he had
+much to say to her.</p>
+
+<p>"Perhaps you will walk part way with me on my
+return to the 'Hatty,'" he said, glancing at his watch
+and feeling surprised to find how late it was.</p>
+
+<p>Instantly Eudora, who had seemed so listless, woke
+up with all the hospitality of her Southern nature
+roused to action. "Surely you'll have supper with
+me," she said. "Sonsie is here to get it and will have
+it directly."</p>
+
+<p>There was no good reason for refusing, although
+he revolted against taking supper in that humble
+cabin, with possibly that old woman at the table; but
+he swallowed his pride and, signifying his assent, went
+outside, where they came upon Mandy Ann in a
+crouching attitude under the open casement. She
+was listening, of course, but sprang to her feet as the
+two appeared, and said in response to her mistress's
+"What are you doing here?" "Nothin', Miss Dory,
+fo' de Lawd, nothing, but huntin' on de groun' for
+somethin' what done drap out de windy upstars."</p>
+
+<p>The stranger knew she was lying, and Eudora
+knew it, but said nothing except to bid the girl get up
+and assist Sonsie with the supper. Mandy Ann had
+once said of her mistress to Jake, "She hain't no
+sperrit to spar," and Jake had replied, "Lucky for
+you, Mandy Ann, that she hain't no sperrit, for ef she
+had she'd of done pulled every har out of your head
+afore now."</p>
+
+<p>Mandy Ann knew that neither her hair, nor any
+part of her person, was in danger from her young
+mistress, and after a few more scratches in the dirt
+after an imaginary lost article, she arose and joined
+Sonsie, to whom Eudora gave a few instructions, and
+then with her guest walked across the clearing to a
+bench which Jake had made for her, and which was
+partially sheltered by a tall palm. Here they sat down
+while he unfolded his plan, plainly and concisely, and
+leaving no chance for opposition, had the crushed,
+quivering creature at his side felt inclined to make it.
+As Mandy Ann had said she hadn't much spirit, and
+what little she had was slain as she listened, while her
+face grew white as her dress, and her hands were
+linked together on her lap. The sun had just gone
+down, and the full moon was rising and throwing its
+light upon the clearing and the girl, whose face and
+attitude touched her companion, cold and hard as he
+was, but he must carry his point.</p>
+
+<p>"You see it is for the best and you promise; you
+will remember," he said, taking one of her hands and
+wondering to find it so cold.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, oh, yes," she replied, every word a gasp. "I
+thought&mdash;I hoped&mdash;you had done come to take,&mdash;or
+to stay&mdash;not here, but somewhar&mdash;but I see you
+can't. You know best. I ain't fittin' to go yet, but
+I'll try, and I promise all you ask; but don't let it be
+long. The days are so lonesome since I come home,
+and things seem different since I knew you; but I
+promise, and will remember and do my best."</p>
+
+<p>Half his burden rolled away. He could be very
+kind now, for he knew he could trust her to the death,
+and putting his arm around her, he drew her close to
+him and said, "You are a good girl, Eudora. I shall
+not forget it; but why do you tremble so? Are you
+cold?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes&mdash;no," she answered, nestling so close to him
+that the rose in her dress was loosened and fell to the
+ground.</p>
+
+<p>He picked it up, but did not put it in his pocket as
+a keepsake. He gave it back to her, and she fastened
+it again to her dress, saying, "I do' know why I
+shake, only it seems's if somethin' had died that I
+hoped for. But it is all right, becase you care for
+me. You love me."</p>
+
+<p>She lifted up her face on which the moonlight fell,
+making a picture the man never forgot to the last day
+of his life. He did not tell her he loved her, he could
+not; but for answer he stooped and kissed her, and
+she&mdash;poor, simple girl&mdash;was satisfied.</p>
+
+<p>"If I could tell Jake, it would be some comfort,"
+she said at last, timidly, and her companion answered
+quickly. "Tell Jake! Never! You must not be too
+familiar with your servants."</p>
+
+<p>"Jake is more than a servant. He is everything
+to me," the girl answered, with rising spirit. "He
+would die for me, and if anything happened to me
+and you did not come, I think he would kill you."</p>
+
+<p>There was something of Southern fire in her eyes as
+she said this, which made the stranger laugh as he
+replied, "Nothing will happen, and I'm not afraid of
+Jake."</p>
+
+<p>In his heart he was glad the negro was not there,
+for something warned him that in the poor black man
+he might find a formidable obstacle to his plan.
+Meanwhile in the house Mandy Ann had been busy
+with the supper-table. They ought to have a good
+deal of light, she thought, remembering the lamps at
+Mrs. Perkins's, and as there were only two candlesticks
+in the house her fertile brain had contrived
+two more from some large round potatoes, cutting a
+flat piece from one end, making a hole in the centre
+to hold the candle, and wrapping some white paper
+around the standard. She had taken great pains with
+the table, trying to imitate Mrs. Perkins's, and the
+imitation was rather satisfactory to herself. The best
+cloth had been brought out, and though it was yellow
+with disuse it showed what it had been. A few roses
+in a pitcher were in the centre of the table, and ranged
+around them were the four candles, spluttering and
+running down as tallow candles are apt to do. The
+dishes troubled her, they were so thick and nicked
+in so many places, that it was difficult to find one
+which was whole. The stranger had the china plate,
+which had done duty as a tray for his card, and he had
+the only plated fork in the house: a Christmas gift
+from Jake to the ole Miss, who scarcely appreciated it,
+but insisted that it be wrapped in several folds of
+tissue paper and kept in her bureau drawer. Mandy
+Ann did not ask if she could have it. She took it and
+rubbed it with soft sand to remove some discolorations
+and laid it, with a horn-handled knife, by the
+china plate.</p>
+
+<p>"Ef we only had napkins," she said, while Sonsie,
+who had lived all her life near the clearing, and knew
+nothing of the fashions of the world, asked what napkins
+were. With a toss of her head indicative of her
+superior knowledge, Mandy Ann replied, "You'd
+know if you'd lived wid de quality in Jacksonville.
+Miss Perkins's allus had 'em. Dey's squar little
+towels what you holds in yer lap to wipe yer fingers
+on when you've done eatin'. Dat's what they is, an'
+de gemman or to hev one."</p>
+
+<p>"Can't he wipe his hands on de table cloth, for
+oncet?" Sonsie asked, with a sudden inspiration
+which was received with great scorn by Mandy Ann,
+to whom there had also come an inspiration on which
+she at once acted.</p>
+
+<p>In one of ole Miss's bureau drawers was a large
+plain linen handkerchief which was never used. It
+would serve the purpose nicely, and Mandy Ann
+brought it out, holding it behind her lest it should be
+seen by the old lady, who sometimes saw more than
+Mandy Ann cared to have her see. It was rather
+yellow like the table cloth, and the creases where it
+was folded were a little dark, but Mandy Ann turned
+it, and refolded and pressed it, and laid it on the china
+plate, while Sonsie looked on and admired. Everything
+was in readiness, and Mandy Ann called across
+the clearing. "Hallo, Miss Dory. Supper's done
+served."</p>
+
+<p>She had caught on to a good many things at Miss
+Perkins's, and "served" was one of them. "I don't
+s'pose Miss Dory will understan'," she thought, "but
+he will, and see dat dis nigger know sumptin'."</p>
+
+<p>It was a novel situation in which the stranger found
+himself, seated at that table with Eudora presiding
+and Mandy Ann waiting upon them, her tray a
+dinner-plate which she flourished rather conspicuously.
+He was quick to observe and nothing escaped
+him, from the improvised candlesticks to the napkin
+by his china plate. He knew it was a handkerchief,
+and smiled inwardly as he wondered what Tom
+Hardy would say if he could see him now. The old
+lady was not at the table. Mandy Ann had managed
+that and attended to her in her chair, but as if eating
+brightened her faculties, she began to look about
+her and talk, and ask why she couldn't sit at her own
+table.</p>
+
+<p>"'Case thar's a gemman hyar an' you draps yer
+vittles so," Mandy Ann said in a whisper, with her
+lips close to the old woman's ear.</p>
+
+<p>"Gentleman? Who's he? Whar's he from?" the
+old woman asked&mdash;forgetting that she had spoken to
+him.</p>
+
+<p>"I told you oncet he's Miss Dory's frien' an' from
+de Norf. Do be quiet," Mandy Ann blew into the
+deaf ears.</p>
+
+<p>"From the Nawth. I don't like the Nawth, 'case
+I&mdash;" the old lady began, but Mandy Ann choked her
+with a muffin, and she did not finish her sentence and
+tell why she disliked the North.</p>
+
+<p>Eudora's face was scarlet, but she did not interfere.
+Her grandmother was in better hands than hers, and
+more forceful.</p>
+
+<p>"Granny is queer sometimes," she said by way of
+apology, while her guest bowed in token that he
+understood, and the meal proceeded in quiet with one
+exception. Granny was choked with eating too fast,
+and Mandy Ann struck her on her back and shook
+her up, and dropped her dinner-plate and broke it in
+her excitement.</p>
+
+<p>"For de Lawd's sake, 'tan't no use," she said,
+gathering up the pieces and taking them to the
+kitchen, where Sonsie laughed till the tears ran at
+Mandy Ann's attempt "to be gran'," and its result.</p>
+
+<p>Meanwhile the stranger ate Sonsie's corn cakes and
+muffins, and said they were good, and drank muddy
+coffee, sweetened with brown sugar out of a big
+thick cup, and thought of his dainty service at home,
+and glanced at the girl opposite him with a great pity,
+which, however, did not move him one whit from his
+purpose. He had told her his plan and she had accepted
+it, and he told it again when, after supper, she
+walked with him through the clearing and the woods
+to the main road which led to the river. He did the
+talking, while she answered yes or no, with a sound
+of tears in her voice. When they reached the highway
+they stopped by the sunken grave, and leaning
+against the fence which inclosed it, Eudora removed
+her sunbonnet, letting the moon shine upon her face,
+as it had done when she sat in the clearing. It was
+very white but there were no tears now in her eyes.
+She was forcing them back and she tried to smile as
+she said, "You are very kind, and I think I understand
+what you want, and here by this grave I promise
+all you ask, and will do my best&mdash;my very best."</p>
+
+<p>Her lips began to quiver and her voice to break,
+for the visit from which she had expected so much
+had proved a blank, and her high hopes were dead as
+the woman by whose grave she stood. She had
+folded her hands one over the other upon the top
+rail of the fence, and her companion looked at them
+and thought how small they were and shapely, too,
+although brown with the work she had to do when
+Jake and Mandy Ann were both gone and Sonsie
+came only at meal times. He was not a brute. He
+was simply a proud, cold, selfish man, whose will had
+seldom been crossed, and who found himself in a tight
+place from which he could not wholly extricate himself.
+He was sorry for Eudora, for he guessed how
+desolate she would be when he was gone, and there
+was nothing left but that home in the clearing, with
+old granny and Mandy Ann. He had not seen Jake,
+of whom Eudora now spoke, saying, "Our house
+never seemed so poor to me till I seen you in it. It
+will be better when Jake comes, for he is to fix it up&mdash;he
+knows how."</p>
+
+<p>It was the only excuse she had made, and she did
+it falteringly, while her companion's heart rose up in
+his throat and made him very uncomfortable, as he
+thought of Jake and Mandy Ann caring for this
+girl, while his income was larger than he could spend.
+It had not occurred to him to offer her money till that
+moment, and he did not know now that she would
+take it. Turning his back to her as if looking at
+something across the road, he counted a roll of bills,
+and turning back took one of the little brown hands
+resting on the rail in his and pressed the roll into it.
+Just for an instant the slim fingers held fast to his
+hand&mdash;then, as she felt the bills and saw what they
+were, she drew back and dropped them upon the sand.</p>
+
+<p>"I can't; no, I can't," she said, when he urged
+them upon her, telling her it was his right to give
+and hers to take.</p>
+
+<p>As usual his will prevailed, and when at last he said
+good-by and walked rapidly towards the river, while
+she went slowly through the woods and across the
+clearing to the log-house, where Mandy Ann was
+having a frightful time getting ole Miss to bed, she
+had in her possession more money than Jake would
+earn in months.</p>
+
+<p>"I would send it all back," she thought, "if we
+didn't need it badly, and he said it was right for me
+to take it, but some of it <i>must</i> go. I'll send it just
+before the 'Hatty' sails."</p>
+
+<p>There was no one to send but Mandy Ann, who,
+after many misgivings on the part of her mistress, was
+entrusted with a part of the money, with injunctions
+neither to look at nor lose it, but to hold it tight
+in her hand until she gave it to the gentleman.
+Eudora had thought of writing a note, but the effort
+was too great. Mandy Ann could say all she wanted
+to have said, and in due time the negress started for
+the boat, nothing loth to visit it again and bandy
+words with Ted. The "Hatty" was blowing off
+steam preparatory to starting, when a pair of bare
+legs and feet were seen racing down the lane to the
+landing, and Mandy Ann, waving her hand, was calling
+out, "Hol' on dar, you cap'n. I'se sometin' berry
+'portant for de gemman. Hol' on, I say," and she
+dashed across the plank, nearly knocking Ted down
+in her headlong haste. "Whar is 'ee?" she gasped,
+and continued, "Leg-go, I tell ye. Le' me be," as
+Ted seized her arm, asking what she wanted, and if
+she was going back to Jacksonville.</p>
+
+<p>"No; leg-go, I tell you. I wants the man from de
+Norf, what comed to see Miss Dory. I've sometin'
+for him very partic'lar."</p>
+
+<p>She found him in his seat at the rear of the boat,
+where he had sat on his way up, and had again appropriated
+to himself, with no one protesting or noticing
+him beyond a civil bow. They called him Boston,
+knowing no other name, and wondered why he had
+visited the Harrises as they knew he had. Ted, who
+was allowed nearly as much freedom of speech on the
+boat as Mandy Ann had at the clearing, had aired
+his opinion that the gentleman wanted to buy Mandy
+Ann, but this idea was scouted. Boston was not one
+to buy negroes. Probably he was some kin to old
+Granny Harris, who had distant connections in the
+North, some one suggested. This seemed reasonable,
+and the people settled upon it, and gave him a
+wide berth as one who wished to be let alone. When
+Mandy Ann rushed in and made her way to him
+curiosity was again roused, but no one was near
+enough to hear her as she put into his hands a paper,
+saying breathlessly, "Miss Dory done send some of
+it back with thanks, 'case she can't keep it all, and she
+wants to know how d'ye, an' I mus' hurry, or dey
+carries me off."</p>
+
+<p>The stranger took the paper, opened it, and
+glanced at the bills; then at the girl who stood as if
+she expected something. Taking a dollar from his
+pocket he gave it to her saying, "Take this and be a
+good girl to your young mistress, and now go."</p>
+
+<p>Mandy Ann did not move, but stood with her lips
+twitching and her eyes filling with tears. No one had
+ever given her a dollar before, and her better nature
+cried out against what she had done.</p>
+
+<p>"Fo' de Lawd, I can't help 'fessin," she said,
+thrusting her hand into her bosom and bringing out
+a crumpled bill which she gave to the gentleman, who
+saw that it was a ten and looked at her sternly as she
+went on: "I done promised Miss Dory I'never tache
+a thing, if she wouldn't sell me to you, but dar was
+sich a pile, an' I wanted some beads, an' a red han'kercher,
+an' a ring, an' I done took one. I don'no
+how much, 'case I can't read, an' dat's why I was late
+an' had to run so fass. You're good, you is, an' I
+muss 'fess&mdash;may de Lawd forgive me."</p>
+
+<p>At this point Ted, who had been on some of the
+large boats between Jacksonville and Charleston, and
+had heard the cry warning the passengers to leave,
+screamed close to her. "All asho', dat's gwine
+asho'!" and seizing her arm he led her to the plank
+and pushed her on to it, but not until she had shaken
+her bill in his face and said, "Licke-e-dar, a dollar!
+All mine&mdash;he done gin it to me, an' I'se gwine to buy
+a gown, an' a han'kercher, an' some shoes, an' some
+candy, an' some&mdash;" the rest of her intended purchases
+were cut short by a jerk of the plank, which
+sent her sprawling on her hands and knees, with a
+jeer from Ted sounding in her ears. The "Hatty"
+was off, and with a feeling of relief the stranger kept
+his seat on the rear deck, or staid in his stateroom
+until Palatka was reached, where he went on shore,
+lifting his hat politely to the passengers, shaking
+hands with the captain, and giving a quarter to Ted,
+who nearly stood on his head for joy, and could
+scarcely wait for the next trip to Enterprise, where
+he would find Mandy Ann and tell her of his good
+fortune, doubling or trebling the amount as he might
+feel inclined at the time.</p>
+
+</div><!--end chapter-->
+
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<h2><a name="1CHAPTER_IV"></a>CHAPTER IV<br/>
+HOPING AND WAITING</h2>
+
+<p>The curiosity concerning the stranger at Enterprise
+had nearly died out when it was roused again to
+fever heat by the arrival at the clearing of a little girl,
+whom the young mother baptized with bitter tears,
+but refused to talk of the father except to say, "It
+was all right and people would know it was when he
+came, as he was sure to do."</p>
+
+<p>He didn't come, and the girl's face grew sadder and
+whiter, and her eyes had in them always an expectant,
+wistful look, as if waiting for some one or something,
+which would lift from her the dark cloud under which
+she was laboring. Jake, who had returned from
+Richmond, suffered nearly as much as she did. His
+pride in his family&mdash;such as the family was&mdash;was
+great, and his affection for his young mistress unbounded.</p>
+
+<p>"Only tell me whar he is an' I'll done fetch him, or
+kill him," he said, when in an agony of tears she laid
+her baby in his lap and said, "Another for you to
+care for till he comes, as I know he will."</p>
+
+<p>Eudora had said to the stranger that Jake would kill
+him if anything happened to her, but now at the mention
+of killing him she shuddered and replied, "No,
+Jake, not that. You'll know sometime. I can't explain.
+I done promised more than once. The last
+time was by that grave yonder, when he was sayin'
+good-by. It was same as an oath. I was to go to
+school and learn to be a lady, but baby has come, and
+I can't go now. It will make some differ with him
+perhaps, an' he'll come for baby's sake. You b'lieve
+me, Jake?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, honey&mdash;same as ef 'twas de Lawd himself
+talkin' to me, an' I'll take keer of de little one till he
+comes, an' if I sees somebody winkin' or hunchin'
+de shoulder, I'll&mdash;I'll&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>Jake clenched his fist to show what he would do,
+and hugging the baby to him, continued, "Dis my
+'ittle chile till its fader comes; doan' you worry. I'se
+strong an' kin work, an' Mandy Ann's done got to
+stir de stumps more'n she has."</p>
+
+<p>He cast a threatening look at Mandy Ann, who had
+at first been appalled at the advent of the baby, and
+for a while kept aloof even from Ted, when the
+"Hatty" was in. Then she rallied and, like Jake, was
+ready to do battle with any one who hunched their
+shoulders at Miss Dory. She had two good square
+fights with Ted on the subject, and two or three more
+with some of her own class near the clearing, and as
+she came off victor each time it was thought wise not
+to provoke her, except as Ted from the safety of the
+"Hatty's" deck sometimes called to her, when he
+saw her on the shore with the baby in her arms and
+asked how little Boston was getting along. Mandy
+Ann felt that she could kill him, and every one else
+who spoke slightingly of her charge. She had told
+Jake over and over again all she could remember of
+the stranger's visit, and more than she could remember
+when she saw how eager he was for every detail.
+She told him of the card taken to her mistress on a
+china plate, of the table with its four candles, and ole
+Miss's handkerchief for a napkin, and of her waiting
+just as she had seen it done at Miss Perkins's.</p>
+
+<p>"The gemman was gran' an' tall, an' mighty fine
+spoken, like all dem quality from de Norf," she said,
+although in fact he was the first person she had ever
+seen from the North; but that made no difference with
+Mandy Ann. "He was a gemman&mdash;he had given her
+a dollar, and he was shoo to come back."</p>
+
+<p>This she said many times to her young mistress,
+keeping her spirits up, helping her to hope against
+hope, while the seasons came and went, and letters
+were sometimes received or sent, first to Tom Hardy
+and forwarded by him either to the North or to Eudora.
+There was no lack of money, but this was not
+what the young girl wanted. Mandy Ann had said she
+had not much <i>sperrit</i>, and she certainly had not enough
+to claim her rights, but clung to a morbid fancy of
+what was her duty, bearing up bravely for a long
+time, trying to learn, trying to read the books recommended
+to her in her Northern letters, and sent for by
+Jake to Palatka, trying to understand what she read,
+and, most pitiful of all, trying to be a lady, fashioned
+after her own ideas, and those of Jake and Mandy
+Ann. Jake told her what he had seen the quality do
+in Richmond, while Mandy Ann boasted her superior
+knowledge, because of her three months with Miss
+Perkins's in Jacksonville, and rehearsed many times
+the way she had seen young ladies "come into de
+house, shake han's an' say how d'ye, an' hole' thar
+kyard cases so" (illustrating with a bit of block),
+"an' thar parasols so" (taking up granny's cane),
+"an' set on the aidge of thar char straight up, an'
+Miss Perkins bowin' an' smilin' an' sayin' how glad
+she was to see 'em, an' den when dey's gone sayin'
+sometimes, 'I wonder what sent 'em hyar to-day,
+when it's so powerful hot, an' I wants to take my
+sester'&mdash;dat's her nap, you know, after dinner, what
+plenty ladies take&mdash;an' den you mus' sometimes speak
+sharp like to Jake an' to me, an' not be so soff spoken,
+as if we wasn't yer niggers, 'case we are, or I is, an'
+does a heap o' badness; an' you orto pull my har f'or
+it."</p>
+
+<p>Confused and bewildered Eudora listened, first to
+Jake and then to Mandy Ann, but as she had no card
+case, no parasol, and no ladies called upon her, she
+could only try to remember the proper thing to do
+when the time came, if it ever did. But she lost heart
+at last. She was deserted. There was no need for
+her to try to be a lady. Her life was slipping away,
+but for baby there was hope, and many times in her
+chamber loft, when Mandy Ann thought she was taking
+her <i>sester</i>, and so far imitating "de quality," she
+was praying that when she was dead, as she felt she
+soon would be, her little child might be recognized
+and taken where she rightfully belonged.</p>
+
+<p>And so the years went on till more than three were
+gone since the stranger came on the "Hatty," and
+one morning when she lay again at the wharf, and
+Mandy Ann came down for something ordered from
+Palatka, her eyes were swollen with crying, and when
+Ted began his chaff she answered, "Doan't, Teddy,
+doan't. I can't fought you now, nor sass you back,
+'case Miss Dory is dead, an' Jake's done gone for de
+minister."</p>
+
+</div><!--end chapter-->
+
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<h2><a name="1CHAPTER_V"></a>CHAPTER V<br/>
+MISS DORY</h2>
+
+<p>That day was one of the hottest of the season, and
+the sun was beating down upon the piazza of the
+Brock House where the Rev. Charles Mason sat
+fanning himself with a huge palm leaf, and trying to
+put together in his mind some points for the sermon
+he was to preach the next Sunday in the parlor of the
+hotel to the few guests who came there occasionally
+during the summer. But it was of no use. With the
+thermometer at ninety degrees in the shade, and not
+a breath of air moving, except that made by his fan,
+points did not come readily, and all he could think
+of was Dives' thirsting for a drop of water from the
+finger of Lazarus to cool his parched tongue. "If
+it was hotter there than it is here I am sorry for him,"
+he thought, wiping his wet face and looking off across
+the broad lake in the direction of Sanford, from which
+a rowboat was coming very rapidly, the oarsman
+bending to his work with a will, which soon brought
+him to the landing place, near the hotel. Securing
+his boat, he came up the walk and approaching Mr.
+Mason accosted him with, "How d'ye, Mas'r
+Mason. I knows you by sight, and I'se right glad
+to find you hyar. You see, I'se that tuckered out
+I'm fit to drap."</p>
+
+<p>The perspiration was standing in great drops on his
+face as he sank panting upon a step of the piazza.</p>
+
+<p>"'Scuse me," he said, "but 'pears like I can't stan'
+another minit, what with bein' up all night with Miss
+Dory, an' gwine 'crost the lake twiste for nothin',
+'case I didn't find him."</p>
+
+<p>By this time Mr. Mason had recognized the negro
+as one he had seen occasionally around the hotel selling
+vegetables and eggs, and who he had heard the
+people say was worth his weight in gold.</p>
+
+<p>"How d'ye, Jake," he said, pleasantly. "I didn't
+know you at first. Why have you been across the
+lake twice this morning?"</p>
+
+<p>Jake's face clouded as he drew his big black hand
+across his eyes.</p>
+
+<p>"Miss Dory done died at sun up," he replied.
+"You know Miss Dory, in course."</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Mason was obliged to confess his ignorance
+with regard to Miss Dory, and asked who she was.</p>
+
+<p>Jake looked disgusted. Not to know Miss Dory
+was something inexcusable.</p>
+
+<p>"Why, she's Miss Dory," he said, "an' ole Miss
+is her granny. We live up in the palmetto clearing,
+back in de woods, an' I take keer of 'em."</p>
+
+<p>"You mean you belong to Miss Dora's grandmother?"
+Mr. Mason asked, while Jake looked more
+disgusted than ever.</p>
+
+<p>Not to know Miss Dory was bad enough, but not
+to know who he was was much worse.</p>
+
+<p>"Lor' bless your soul, Mas'r Mason, I don't belong
+to nobody but myself. I'se done bawn free, I was.
+But father belonged to ole Miss Lucy, an' when my
+mother died she took keer of me, an' I've lived with
+her ever sense, all but two or three times I hired out
+to some swells in Virginny, whar I seen high life.
+They's mighty kine to me, dem folks was, an' let me
+learn to read an' write, an' do some figgerin'. I'se
+most as good a scholar as Miss Dory, an' I tole her
+some de big words, an' what the quality in Virginny
+does, when she was tryin' so hard to learn to be a
+lady. She's dead now, the lam', an' my cuss be on
+him as killed her."</p>
+
+<p>"Killed! Didn't she die a natural death?" Mr.
+Mason asked.</p>
+
+<p>"No, sar. She jest pined an' pined for him, an'
+got de shakes bad, an' died this mornin'," Jake replied,
+"an' ole Miss done gone clar out of her head.
+She never was over-bright, an' 'pears like she don't
+know nothin' now. 'I leave it to you to do,' she said,
+an I'm doin' on't the best I kin. I seen her laid out
+decent in her best gownd&mdash;that's Miss Dory&mdash;an'
+sent to Palatka for a coffin&mdash;a good one, too&mdash;an'
+have been across the lake for Elder Covil to 'tend the
+burial, 'case she done said, 'Send for him; he knows.'
+But he ain't thar, an' I'se come for you. It'll be day
+after to-morrer at one o'clock."</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Mason felt the water rolling down his back in
+streams as he thought of a hot drive through the
+Florida sand and woods, but he could not say no,
+Jake's honest face was so anxious and pleading.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, I'll come, but how?" he asked.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, I'll be hyar wid de mule an' de shay. Noon,
+sharp," Jake replied. "Thankee, Mas'r Mason,
+thankee. We couldn't bury Miss Dory without a
+word of pra'r. I kin say de Lawd's, but I want somethin'
+about de resurrection an' de life what I hearn in
+Virginny. An' now I mus' go 'long home. Ole
+Miss'll be wantin' me an' de chile."</p>
+
+<p>"What child?" Mr. Mason asked, in some surprise.</p>
+
+<p>Jake's face was a study as he hesitated a minute,
+winking to keep his tears back before he said, "Sartin',
+thar's a chile. Why shouldn't thar be, but fo'
+God it's all right. Miss Dory said so, an' Elder Covil
+knows, only he's done gone Norf or somewhar. It's
+all right, an' you'll know 'tis the minit you see Miss
+Dory's face&mdash;innocent as a baby's. Good day to you."</p>
+
+<p>He doffed his hat with a kind of grace one would
+hardly have expected, and walked rapidly away, leaving
+the Rev. Mr. Mason to think over what he had
+heard, and wonder that he didn't ask the name of the
+family he was to visit. "Miss Dory, ole Miss, and
+Jake," were all he had to guide him, but the last name
+was sufficient.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, yes," the landlord said, when questioned.
+"It's old Mrs. Harris and her grand-daughter out in
+the palmetto clearing; they're Crackers. The old
+woman is half demented, the whole family was queer,
+and the girl the queerest of all&mdash;won't talk and keeps
+her mouth shut as to her marriage, if there was one."</p>
+
+<p>"Who was the man?" Mr. Mason asked, and the
+landlord replied, "Some Northern cuss she met in
+Georgia where she was staying a spell with her kin.
+A high blood, they say. Attracted by her pretty face,
+I suppose, and then got tired of her, or was too proud
+to own up. I wasn't landlord then, but I've heard
+about it. I think he was here once three or four years
+ago. He came on the 'Hatty' and staid on her&mdash;the
+house was so full. Didn't register, nor anything&mdash;nor
+tell his name to a livin' soul. One or two ast him
+square, I b'lieve, but he either pretended not to hear
+'em, or got out of it somehow. Acted prouder than
+Lucifer. Walked along the shore and in the woods,
+and went to the clearin'&mdash;some said to buy that limb
+of a Mandy Ann, but more to see Miss Dory. All
+the time he was on the boat he was so stiff and
+starched that nobody wanted to tackle him, and that
+girl&mdash;I mean Miss Dory&mdash;has kept a close mouth
+about him, and when her baby was born, and some of
+the old cats talked she only said, 'It is all right, I'm
+a good girl,' and I b'lieve she was. But that Northern
+cuss needs killin'. He sends her money, they say,
+through some friend in Palatka, who keeps his mouth
+shut tight, but neither she nor Jake will use a cent of
+it. They are savin' it to educate the little girl and
+make a lady of her, if nobody claims her. A lady out
+of a Cracker! I'd laugh! That Jake is a dandy. He's
+free, but has stuck to the Harrises because his father
+belonged to old Mrs. Harris. He is smarter than
+chain lightnin', if he is a nigger, and knows more than
+a dozen of some white men. He drives a white mule,
+and has managed to put a top of sail cloth on an old
+ramshackle buggy, which he calls a 'shay.' You'll
+go to the funeral in style."</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Mason made no reply. He was thinking of
+Dory, and beginning to feel a good deal of interest
+in her and her story, and anxious to see her, even if
+she were dead. At precisely twelve o'clock on the
+day appointed for the funeral Jake drove his white
+mule and shay to the door of the Brock House. He
+had on his Sunday clothes, and around his tall hat was
+a band of black alpaca, the nearest approach to
+mourning he could get, for crape was out of the question.
+If possible, it was hotter than on the previous
+day, and the sail cloth top was not much protection
+from the sun as they drove along the sandy road,
+over bogs and stumps, palmetto roots and low
+bridges, and across brooks nearly dried up by the
+heat. The way seemed interminable to Mr. Mason,
+for the mule was not very swift-footed, and Jake was
+too fond of him to touch him with a whip. A pull at
+the lines, which were bits of rope, and a "Go 'long
+dar, you lazy ole t'ing, 'fore I takes the hide off'n
+you" was the most he did to urge the animal forward,
+and Mr. Mason was beginning to think he
+might get on faster by walking, when a turn in the
+road brought the clearing in view.</p>
+
+<p>It had improved some since we first saw it, and was
+under what the natives called right smart cultivation
+for such a place. Jake had worked early and late to
+make it attractive for his young mistress. He had
+given the log-house a coat of whitewash, and planted
+more climbing roses than had been there when the
+man from the North visited it. A rude fence of
+twisted poles had been built around it, and standing
+before this fence were three or four ox-carts and a
+democrat wagon with two mules attached to it. The
+people who had come in these vehicles were waiting
+expectantly for Jake and the minister, and the moment
+they appeared in sight the white portion hurried
+into the house and seated themselves&mdash;some in the few
+chairs the room contained, some on the table, and
+some on the long bench Jake had improvised with a
+board and two boxes, and which threatened every
+moment to topple over. There were a number of old
+women with sunbonnets on their heads&mdash;two or
+three higher-toned ones with straw bonnets&mdash;a few
+younger ones with hats, while the men and boys were
+all in their shirt sleeves. Some of them had come
+miles that hot day to pay their last respects to Miss
+Dory, who, in the room adjoining where they sat, lay
+in her coffin, clad, as Jake had said, in her best gown,
+the white one she had worn with so much pride the
+day the stranger came. She had never worn it since,
+but had said to Mandy Ann a few days before she
+died, "I should like to be buried in it, if you can
+smarten it up." And Mandy Ann who understood,
+had done her best at smartening, and when Sonsie
+and others said it was "yaller as saffern, an' not fittin'
+for a buryin'," she had washed and ironed it, roughly,
+it is true, but it was white and clean, and Sonsie was
+satisfied. Mandy Ann had tried to freshen the satin
+bows, but gave it up, and put in their place bunches
+of wild flowers she had gathered herself. With a part
+of the dollar given her by "the man from the Norf,"
+she had commissioned Ted to buy her a ring in Jacksonville.
+It had proved too small for any finger, except
+her little one, and she had seldom worn it. Now,
+as she dressed her mistress for the last time an idea
+came to her; she was a well-grown girl of sixteen,
+and understood many things better than when she
+was younger. Going to Jake, she said, "Ain't thar
+somethin' 'bout a ring in that pra'r book you got in
+Richmon' an' reads on Sundays?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, in de weddin' service," Jake replied, and
+Mandy continued: "Doan' it show dey's married for
+shoo'!"</p>
+
+<p>"For shoo? Yes. I wish Miss Dory had one,"
+Jake answered.</p>
+
+<p>Mandy Ann nodded. She had learned what she
+wanted to know, and going to the little paper box
+where she kept her ring she took it up, looked at it
+lovingly, and tried it on. She had paid fifty cents
+for it, and Ted had told her the real price was a dollar,
+but he had got it for less, because the jeweler was selling
+out. It tarnished rather easily, but she could rub
+it up. It was her only ornament, and she prized it as
+much as some ladies prize their diamonds, but she
+loved her young mistress more than she loved the
+ring, and her mistress, though dead, should have it.
+It needed polishing, and she rubbed it until it looked
+nearly as well as when Ted brought it to her from
+Jacksonville.</p>
+
+<p>"I wish to de Lawd I knew ef dar was any partic'lar
+finger," she thought, as she stood by the coffin looking
+at the calm face of her mistress.</p>
+
+<p>By good luck she selected the right finger, on
+which the ring slipped easily, then folding the hands
+one over the other, and putting in them some flowers,
+which, while they did not hide the ring, covered it
+partially, so that only a very close observer would
+be apt to think it was not real, she said, "If you
+wasn't married with a ring you shall be buried with
+one, an' it looks right nice on you, it do, an' I hope ole
+granny Thomas'll be hyar an' see it wid her snaky
+eyes speerin' 'round. Axed me oncet who I s'posed
+de baby's fader was, an' I tole her de gemman from
+de Norf, in course, an' den made up de lie an' tole her
+dey had a weddin' on de sly in Georgy&mdash;kinder runaway,
+an' his kin was mad an' kep' him to home 'cept
+oncet when he comed hyar to see her, an' I 'clar for't
+I doan think she b'lieve a word 'cept that he was
+hyar. Everybody knowd that. I reckon she will
+gin in when she see de ring."</p>
+
+<p>Pleased with what she had done, Mandy Ann left the
+room just as the first instalment of people arrived,
+and with them old granny Thomas. In the little
+community of Crackers scattered through the neighborhood
+there were two factions, the larger believing
+in Eudora, and the smaller not willing to commit
+themselves until their leader Mrs. Thomas had done
+so. On the strength of living in a frame house, owning
+two or three negroes and a democrat wagon, she
+was a power among them. What she thought some
+of those less favored than herself thought. When she
+"gave in" they would, and not before. Up to the
+present time there had been no signs of "giving in"
+on the part of the lady, whose shoulders still hunched
+and whose head shook when Eudora was mentioned.
+She should go to the funeral, in course, she said. She
+owed it to ole Miss Harris, and she really had a good
+deal of respect for the nigger Jake. So she came in
+her democrat wagon and straw bonnet, and because
+she was Mrs. Thomas, walked uninvited into the room
+where the coffin stood, and looked at Eudora.</p>
+
+<p>"I'd forgot she was so purty. It's a good while
+sense I seen her," she thought, a feeling of pity rising
+in her heart for the young girl whose face had never
+looked fairer than it did now with the seal of death
+upon it. "And s'true's I live she's got a ring on her
+weddin' finger! Why didn't she never war it afore an'
+let it be known?" she said to herself, stooping down
+to inspect the ring, which to her dim old eyes seemed
+like the real coin. "She wouldn't <i>lie</i> in her coffin,
+an' I b'lieve she was good after all, an' I've been too
+hard on her," she continued, waddling to a seat outside,
+and communicating her change of sentiment to
+the woman next to her, who told it to the next, until
+it was pretty generally known that "ole Miss Thomas
+had <i>gin in</i>, 'case Miss Dory had on her weddin' ring."</p>
+
+<p>Nearly every one else present had "gin in" long
+before, and now that Mrs. Thomas had declared herself,
+the few doubtful ones followed her lead, and
+there were only kind, pitying words said of poor
+Dory, as they waited for the minister to come, and
+the services to begin.</p>
+
+</div><!--end chapter-->
+
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<h2><a name="1CHAPTER_VI"></a>CHAPTER VI<br/>
+THE SERVICES</h2>
+
+<p>The blacks were outside the house, and the whites
+inside, when Jake drove his shay to the door, and the
+Rev. Mr. Mason alighted, wiping the sweat from his
+face and looking around with a good deal of curiosity.
+A mulatto boy came forward to take charge of the
+mule, and Jake ushered the minister into the room
+where the coffin stood, and where were the four men
+he had asked to be bearers.</p>
+
+<p>"I s'pose I'd or'ter of had six," he said in a
+whisper; "but she's so light, four can tote her easy,
+an' they's all very 'spectable. No low-downs. I means
+everything shall be fust-class."</p>
+
+<p>Wrapped in shawls, with her head nodding up and
+down, old Mrs. Harris sat, more deaf and more like
+a dried mummy than she had been on the occasion of
+the stranger's visit. Jake had bought her an ear
+trumpet, but she seldom used it, unless compelled by
+Mandy Ann, who now sat near her with the little
+girl who, at sight of Jake, started to meet him. But,
+Mandy Ann held her back and whispered, "Can't
+you done 'have yerself at yer mammy's funeral an'
+we the only mourners?"</p>
+
+<p>The child only understood that she was to keep
+quiet, and sat down in her little chair, while Jake motioned
+to Mr. Mason that he was to see Miss Dory.</p>
+
+<p>During her illness her hair had fallen out so fast that
+it had been cut off, and now lay in soft rings around
+her forehead, giving her more the look of a child
+than of a girl of twenty, as the plate on her coffin indicated.
+"Eudora, aged twenty," was all there was
+on it, and glancing at it Mr. Mason wondered there
+was no other name. Jake saw the look and whispered.
+"I wan't gwine to lie an' put on 'Eudora
+Harris,' for she ain't Eudora Harris, an' I didn't know
+t'other name for shoo. Ain't she lovely!"</p>
+
+<p>"She is, indeed," Mr. Mason said, feeling the moisture
+in his eyes, as he looked at the young, innocent
+face on which there was no trace of guilt.</p>
+
+<p>He was sure of that without Jake's repeated assertion,
+"Fo' God, it's all right, for she tole me so.
+Mostly, she'd say nothin'. She'd promised she
+wouldn't, but jess fo' she died she said agen to me,
+'I tole him I'd keep dark till he come for me, but
+it's all right. Send for Elder Covil 'crost the river.
+He knows.' I've tole you this afore, I reckon, but
+my mind is so full I git rattled."</p>
+
+<p>By this time the bent figure sitting in the rocking-chair,
+near the coffin began to show signs of life and
+whimper a little.</p>
+
+<p>"'Scuse me," Jake said, pulling a shawl more
+squarely around her shoulders and straightening her
+up. "Mas'r Mason, this is ole Miss Lucy. Miss
+Lucy, this is Mas'r Mason, come to 'tend Miss Dory's
+funeral. Peart up a little, can't you, and speak to
+him."</p>
+
+<p>There didn't seem to be much "peart up" in the
+woman, who began at once to cry. Instantly Mandy
+Ann started up and wiped her face, and settled her
+cap, and taking the trumpet screamed into it that she
+was to behave herself and speak to the gemman.</p>
+
+<p>"Dory's dead," she moaned, and subsided into her
+shawl and cap, with a faint kind of cry.</p>
+
+<p>"Dory's dead," was repeated, in a voice very different
+from that of the old woman&mdash;a child's clear,
+sweet voice&mdash;and turning, Mr. Mason saw a little
+dark-haired, dark-eyed girl standing by Mandy Ann.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Mason was fond of children, and stooping
+down he kissed the child, who drew back and hid
+behind Jake.</p>
+
+<p>"Me 'fraid," she said, covering her face with her
+hands, and looking with her bright eyes through her
+fingers at the stranger.</p>
+
+<p>Something in her eyes attracted and fascinated, and
+at the same time troubled Mr. Mason, he scarcely
+knew why. The old grandmother was certainly demented.
+The landlord had said Eudora and the
+whole family were queer. Was the child going to be
+queer, too, and did she show it in her eyes? They
+were very large and beautiful, and the long, curling
+lashes, when she closed them, fell on her cheeks like
+those of her dead mother, whom she resembled. She
+seemed out of place in her surroundings, but he could
+not talk to her then. The people in the next room
+were beginning to get restless, and to talk in low
+tones of their crops and the weather, and the big
+alligator caught near the hotel. It was time to begin,
+and taking the little girl in his arms, Jake motioned
+to Mr. Mason. In the door between the two rooms
+was a stand covered with a clean white towel. On it
+was a Bible, a hymn-book, a cup of water, and two or
+three flowers in another cup. Mr. Mason did not
+need the Bible. Jake had asked for the Resurrection
+and the Life, and he had brought his prayer-book,
+and began the beautiful burial service of the Church,
+to which the people listened attentively for a while;
+then they began to get tired, and by the time the long
+reading was through there were unmistakable signs
+of discontent among them. They had expected
+something more than reading a chapter. They
+wanted remarks, with laudations of the deceased.
+Miss Dory was worthy of them, and because there
+were none they fancied the minister did not believe
+it was all right with her, and they resented it. Even
+old Miss Thomas had "gin in," and thar was the weddin'
+ring, an' no sermon,&mdash;no remarks, and they
+didn't like it. Another grievance was that no hymn
+was given out, and there was the hymn-book at hand.
+They had at least expected "Hark from the tombs,"
+if nothing else, but there was nothing. Singing constituted
+a large part of their religious worship, and
+they did not mean to have Miss Dory buried without
+this attention.</p>
+
+<p>As Mr. Mason finished the services and sat down,
+he was startled with an outburst of "Shall we meet
+beyond the river." Everybody joined in the song,
+negroes and all, their rich, full voices dominating the
+others, and making Mr. Mason thrill in every nerve
+as the quaint music filled the house, and went echoing
+out upon the summer air. When the "Beautiful
+River" was finished some one outside the door took
+up the refrain:</p>
+
+<p class="poem">
+&quot;Oh, that will be joyful, joyful, joyful;<br />
+Oh, that will be joyful,<br />
+When we meet to part no more.&quot;
+</p>
+
+<p>This appealed to the blacks, who entered into the
+singing heart and soul, some of the older ones keeping
+time with a swinging motion of their bodies, and
+one old lady in her enthusiasm bringing down her
+fist upon the doorstep, on which she was sitting,
+and shouting in a way which warned Jake of danger.
+He knew the signs, and putting down the little girl,
+who had fallen asleep in his lap, he went to the old
+negress, who was beginning to get under full headway,
+and holding her uplifted arm, said to her:</p>
+
+<p>"Hush, Aunt Judy, hush; this ain't no place to have
+the pow'. This ain't a pra'r meetin'; tis a 'Piscopal
+funeral, this is, such as they have in Virginny."</p>
+
+<p>What Judy might have said is uncertain, for there
+came a diversion in the scene. The child had followed
+Jake to the door, where she stood wide-eyed and attentive,
+and when the last words of the hymn ended,
+she sang in a clear, shrill voice, "Be joyful when we
+meet to part no more." Her voice was singularly
+sweet and full, and Mr. Mason said to himself, "She'll
+be a singer some day, if she is not crazy first." Nothing
+now could keep old Judy from one more burst, and
+her "Yes, thank de Lawd, we'll meet to part no mo',"
+rang out like a clarion, and the religious services were
+over.</p>
+
+<p>There still remained what was the most interesting
+part to the audience&mdash;taking leave of the corpse&mdash;and
+for a few minutes the sobs, and cries, and ejaculations
+were bewildering to Mr. Mason, who had never had
+an experience of this kind. Jake quieted the tumult
+as soon as possible, reminding the people again that
+this was a first-class 'Piscopal funeral, such as the
+quality had in Virginny. The old grandmother was
+led to the coffin by Mandy Ann, who shook her up
+and told her to look at Miss Dory, but not cry much,
+if she could help it. She didn't cry at all, but nearly
+every one did in the adjoining room, where they
+said to each other, "Ole Miss is takin' leave and
+don't sense it an atom." The little girl was held up
+by Jake, who made her kiss her mother.</p>
+
+<p>"Mamma's s'eep," the child said, as she kissed the
+pale lips which would never smile on her again.</p>
+
+<p>There was a fresh outburst of sobs and tears from
+the spectators, and then the coffin was closed, and the
+procession took its way across the hot sands to the
+little enclosure in the clearing, where other members
+of the Harris family were buried. Remembering the
+impatience of the people in the house, Mr. Mason
+wished to shorten the service at the grave, but Jake
+said: "No. We'll have the whole figger for Miss
+Dory." Mr. Mason went the whole figure with uncovered
+head under the broiling sun, and when he was
+through he felt as if his brains were baked. The
+Crackers did not seem to mind the heat at all. They
+were accustomed to it, and after their return from the
+grave, stayed round until the white mule and sail-topped
+shay were brought up for Mr. Mason's return
+to the hotel.</p>
+
+<p>As Jake was very busy, a young negro boy was sent
+in his place. Naturally loquacious, he kept up a constant
+stream of talk, but as he stammered frightfully
+the most Mr. Mason could understand was that Miss
+Dory was a dandy, ole Miss 'onery, whatever that
+might mean, and Jake a big head, who thought he
+knew everything because he was free and could read.</p>
+
+<p>The next day was Sunday, and Mr. Mason took for
+the subject of his remarks in the parlor of the hotel
+the story of Lazarus and Dives, and every time he
+spoke of Dives receiving his good things in life, he
+thought of the man whom the landlord had designated
+a "Northern cuss"; and every time he spoke
+of Lazarus, he thought of poor little Dory and that
+humble grave in the sands of the palmetto clearing.</p>
+
+<p>It was covered before night with young dwarf
+palmettoes, which Mandy Ann laid upon it with a
+thought that they would keep her young mistress
+cool. All through the day she had restrained her feelings,
+because Jake told her that was the way to do.</p>
+
+<p>"Seems ef I should bust," she said to herself more
+than once, and when at last the day was over, and
+both ole Miss and the little girl were asleep, she stole
+out to the newly made grave, and lying down upon it
+among the palmettoes she cried bitterly, "Oh, Miss
+Dory, Miss Dory, kin you har me? It's Mandy Ann,
+an' I'm so sorry you're dead, an' sorry I was so bad
+sometimes. I have tried to be better lately, sense I
+got growed. Now, hain't I, an' I hain't tole many
+lies, nor tached a thing sense I took that bill from
+him. <i>Cuss</i> him, wharever he is! Cuss him to-night,
+ef he's alive; an' ef his bed is soff' as wool, doan let
+him sleep for thinkin' of Miss Dory. Doan let him
+ever know peace of min' till he owns the 'ittle girl;
+though, dear Lawd, what should we do without her&mdash;me
+an' Jake?"</p>
+
+<p>Mandy Ann was on her knees now, with her hands
+uplifted, as she prayed for <i>cusses</i> on the man who had
+wrought such harm to her mistress. When the prayer
+was finished she fell on her face again and sobbed,
+"Miss Dory, Miss Dory, I must go in now an' see to
+'ittle chile, but I hates to leave you hyar alone in de
+san'. Does you know you's got on my ring? I gin
+it to you, an' ole granny Thomas 'gin in' when she
+seed it, an' said you mus' be good. I'se mighty glad
+I gin it to you. 'Twas all I had to give, an' it will tell
+'em whar you've gone that you was good."</p>
+
+<p>There was a dampness in the air that night, and
+Mandy Ann felt it as she rose from the grave, and
+brushed bits of palmetto from her dress and hair.
+But she did not mind it, and as she walked to the
+house she felt greatly comforted with the thought
+that she had <i>cussed</i> him, and that Miss Dory was
+wearing her ring as a sign that she was good, and
+that "ole granny Thomas had gin in."</p>
+
+</div><!--end chapter-->
+
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<h2><a name="1CHAPTER_VII"></a>CHAPTER VII<br/>
+COL. CROMPTON</h2>
+
+<p>He was young to be a colonel, but the title was
+merely nominal and complimentary, and not given for
+any service to his country. When only twenty-one
+he had joined a company of militia&mdash;young bloods
+like himself&mdash;who drilled for exercise and pleasure
+rather than from any idea that they would ever be
+called into service. He was at first captain, then he
+rose to the rank of colonel, and when the company
+disbanded he kept the title, and was rather proud of
+it, as he was of everything pertaining to himself and
+the Cromptons generally. It was an old English
+family, tracing its ancestry back to the days of William
+the Conqueror, and boasting of two or three
+titles and a coat-of-arms. The American branch was
+not very prolific, and so far as he knew, the Colonel
+was the only remaining Crompton of that line in this
+country, except the son of a half-brother. This
+brother, who was now dead, had married against his
+father's wishes, and been cut off from the Crompton
+property, which, at the old man's death, all came to
+the Colonel. It was a fine estate, with a very grand
+house for the New England town by the sea in which
+it was situated. It was built by the elder Crompton,
+who was born in England, and had carried out his
+foreign ideas of architecture, and with its turrets
+and square towers it bore some resemblance to the
+handsome places he had seen at home. It was of
+stone, and stood upon a rise of ground, commanding
+a view of the sea two miles away, and the pretty
+village on the shore with a background of wooded
+hills stretching to the west. It was full of pictures
+and bric-&agrave;-brac, and statuary from all parts of the
+world, for the Colonel's father had travelled extensively,
+and brought home souvenirs from every country
+visited. Florida had furnished her quota, and
+stuffed parokeets and red birds, and a huge alligator
+skin adorned the walls of the wide hall, together with
+antlers and pieces of old armor, and other curios. A
+small fortune was yearly expended upon the grounds
+which were very large, and people wondered that the
+Colonel lavished so much upon what he seemed to
+care so little for, except to see that it was in perfect
+order, without a dried leaf, or twig, or weed to mar
+its beauty.</p>
+
+<p>It had not always been thus with him. When he first
+came into possession of the place he was just through
+college, and had seemed very proud and fond of his
+fine estate, and had extended his hospitality freely to
+his acquaintances, keeping them, however, at a certain
+distance, for the Crompton pride was always in the ascendant,
+and he tolerated no familiarities, except such
+as he chose to allow. This genial social life lasted a
+few years, and then there came a change, following
+a part of a winter spent in South Carolina and
+Georgia with his intimate friend and college chum,
+Tom Hardy. Communication between the North
+and South was not as frequent and direct then as
+it is now, and but little was known of his doings. At
+first he wrote occasionally to Peter, his head servant,
+to whom he entrusted the care of the house; then his
+letters ceased and nothing was heard from him until
+suddenly, without warning, he came home, looking
+much older than when he went away, and with a look
+upon his face which did not leave it as the days went
+on.</p>
+
+<p>"'Spect he had a high old time with that Tom
+Hardy, and is all tuckered out," Peter said, while the
+Colonel, thinking he must give some reason for his
+changed demeanor, said he had malaria, taken in
+some Southern swamp.</p>
+
+<p>If there was any disease for which Peter had a
+special aversion it was malaria, which he fancied he
+knew how to treat, having had it once himself.
+Quinine, cholagogue, and whiskey were prescribed
+in large quantities, and Peter wondered why they
+failed to cure. He did not suspect that the quinine
+went into the fire, and the cholagogue down the
+drain-pipe from the washstand. The Colonel's malaria
+was not the kind to be cured by drugs, and there
+came a day when, after the receipt of a letter from
+Tom Hardy, he collapsed entirely, and Peter found
+him shivering in his room, his teeth chattering, and
+his fingers purple with cold.</p>
+
+<p>"You have got it bad this time," Peter said, suggesting
+the doctor, and more quinine and cholagogue,
+and a dose of Warburg's Tincture.</p>
+
+<p>The Colonel declined them all. What he needed was
+another blanket, and to be let alone. Peter brought
+the blanket and left him alone, while he faced this
+new trouble which bore no resemblance to malaria.
+He was just beginning to be more hopeful of the
+future, and had his plans all laid, and knew what he
+should do and say, and now this new complication had
+arisen and brushed his scheme aside. He had sown
+the wind and was reaping a cyclone, and he swore to
+himself, and hardened his heart against the innocent
+cause of his trouble, and thought once of suicide as he
+had on the St. John's the year before. He spent
+money, just the same, upon his handsome grounds;
+but it was only for the pride he had in keeping them
+up, and not for any pleasure he had in them. He
+never picked a flower, or sat on any of the seats under
+the trees, and, unless the day was very hot, was seldom
+seen upon his broad piazza, where every day
+Peter spread rugs and placed chairs because his master
+liked to see them there, if they were not used.
+His library was his favorite place, where he sat for
+hours reading, smoking, and thinking, no one knew
+of what, or tried to know, for he was not a man to be
+easily approached, or questioned as to his business.
+If he had malaria it clung to him year after year,
+while he grew more reserved and silent, and saw less
+and less of the people. Proud as Lucifer they called
+him, and yet, because he was a Crompton, and because
+of the money he gave so freely when it was
+asked for, he was not unpopular; and when the town
+began to grow in importance on account of its fine
+beach and safe bathing, and a movement was made
+to change its name from Troutburg to something less
+plebeian, Crompton was suggested, and met with
+general approval. No one was better pleased with
+the arrangement than the Colonel himself, although
+he did not smile when the news was brought to him.
+He seldom smiled at anything, but there was a kindling
+light in his eyes, and his voice shook a little as
+he thanked the committee who waited upon him.
+To be known as "Col. Crompton of Crompton" was
+exceedingly gratifying to his vanity, and seemed in
+a way to lift the malarious cloud from him for a time
+at least.</p>
+
+<p>It was more than three years since Tom Hardy's
+letter had thrown him into a chill, and everything as
+yet was quiet. Nothing had come from the South
+derogatory to him, and he had almost made himself
+believe that this state of things might go on for years,
+perhaps forever, though that was scarcely possible.
+At all events he'd wait till the storm burst, and then
+meet it somehow. He was a Crompton and had faith
+in himself, and the faith was increased by the compliment
+paid by his townspeople; and as he was not
+one to receive a favor without returning it, he conceived
+the idea of giving an immense lawn-party, to
+which nearly everybody should be invited. He had
+shut himself up too much, he thought&mdash;he must
+mingle more with the people, and build around himself
+a wall so strong that nothing in the future could
+quite break it down.</p>
+
+<p>Peter and the rest of his servants were consulted
+and entered heartily into his plan. Cards of invitation
+were issued bearing the Crompton monogram, and a
+notice inserted in the daily paper to the effect that
+any who failed to receive a card were to know it was
+a mistake, and come just the same. There was a great
+deal of excitement among the people, for it had been
+a long time since any hospitality had been extended to
+them, and they were eager to go, knowing that something
+fine was to be expected, as the Colonel never did
+anything by halves. The day of the lawn-party was
+perfect&mdash;neither too hot nor too cold&mdash;and the sun
+which shone upon that humble funeral in the palmetto
+clearing shone upon a very different scene in the
+Crompton grounds, where the people began to assemble
+as early as one o'clock. The grass on the lawn
+was like velvet, without a stick or stone to be seen,
+for two gardeners had been at work upon it since
+sunrise, cutting and raking, and sprinkling, until it
+was as fresh as after a soft summer shower. The late
+roses and white lilies were in full bloom, the latter
+filling the air with a sweet odor and making a lovely
+background. There were tables and chairs under the
+maples and elms, and rugs and pieces of carpet wherever
+there was a suspicion of dampness in the ground.
+There was a brass band in one part of the grounds,
+and a string band in another, where the young people
+danced under the trees. Refreshments were served at
+five o'clock, and the festivities were kept up till the
+sun went down, and half the children were sick from
+overeating&mdash;the mothers were tired, and some of
+the men a little shaky in their legs, and thick in their
+speech, from a too frequent acquaintance with the
+claret punch which stood here and there in great
+bowls, free as water, and more popular. The crowning
+event of the day came when the hundreds of lanterns
+were lighted on the piazzas and in the trees, and
+every window in the house blazed with candles placed
+in so close proximity to each other, that objects
+could be plainly seen at some distance.</p>
+
+<p>The Colonel was going to make a speech, and he
+came out upon an upper balcony, where the light from
+ten tall lamps fell full upon him, bringing out every
+feature of his face distinctly. He was rather pale and
+haggard, but the people were accustomed to that,
+and charged it to the malaria. He was very distinguished
+looking, they thought, as they stood waiting
+for him to commence his speech. All the afternoon
+he had been the most courteous of hosts&mdash;a little too
+patronizing, perhaps, for that was his way, but very
+polite, with a pleasant word for every one. He knew
+he was making an impression, and felt proud in a way
+as Crompton of Crompton, when he stepped out upon
+the balcony and saw the eager, upturned faces, and
+heard the shout which greeted him. And still there
+was with him a feeling of unrest&mdash;a presentiment that
+on his horizon, seemingly so bright, a dark cloud was
+lowering, which might at any moment burst upon the
+head he held so high. He was always dreading it,
+but for the last few days the feeling had been stronger
+until now it was like a nightmare, and his knees shook
+as he bowed to the people confronting him and filling
+the air with cheers.</p>
+
+<p>No contrast could have been greater than that
+between the scene on which he looked down&mdash;the
+park, the flowers, the fountains, and the people&mdash;and
+the palmetto clearing in far away Florida. He did
+not know of the funeral and the group assembled
+around the log-cabin. But he knew of the clearing.
+He had been there, and always felt his blood tingle
+when he thought of it, and it was the picture of it
+which had haunted him all day, and which came
+and stood beside him, shutting out everything else,
+as he began to thank the people for the honor conferred
+upon him by calling the town by his name.</p>
+
+<p>He didn't deserve it, he said. He didn't deserve
+anything from anybody.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, you do," went up from a hundred throats,
+for under the influence of the good cheer and the attention
+paid them the man was for the time being
+a hero.</p>
+
+<p>"No, I don't," he continued. "I am a morally
+weak man&mdash;weaker than water where my pride is
+concerned&mdash;and if you knew me as I know myself
+you would say I was more deserving of tar and
+feathers than the honor you have conferred upon
+me."</p>
+
+<p>This was not at all what he intended to say, but the
+words seemed forced from him by that picture of the
+palmetto clearing standing so close to him. His
+audience did not know what he meant. So far as they
+knew he had been perfectly upright, with no fault but
+his pride and coldness by which he came rightfully
+as a Crompton. He must have visited the punch
+bowls too often, they thought, and didn't know what
+he was talking about. After a pause, during which he
+was trying to thrust aside the clearing, and the log-house,
+and the old woman in her chair, and Mandy
+Ann, and to pull himself together, he went on to say:</p>
+
+<p>"You have been for a long time discussing the site
+of a new school-house, in place of the old one which
+stands so near the marshes, that it is a wonder your
+children have not all died with fever and ague. Some
+of you want it on the hill&mdash;some under the hill&mdash;some
+in one place, and some in another. Nobody wants it
+near his own premises. A school-house with a lot of
+howling children is not a desirable neighbor to most
+people. For my part I don't object to it. I like
+children."</p>
+
+<p>Here he stopped suddenly as the image of a child
+he had never seen came before him and choked his
+utterance, while the people looked at each other, and
+wondered how long he had been so fond of children.
+It was generally conceded that he did not care for
+them&mdash;disliked them in fact&mdash;and he had never been
+known to notice one in any way. Surely he had been
+too near the claret bowls. He detected the thought
+of those nearest to him, and continued:</p>
+
+<p>"I am not one to show all I feel. It is not my
+nature. I am interested in children, and as proof of it
+I will tell you my plan. There are two acres of land
+on the south side of the park. I fenced it off for an
+artificial pond, but gave it up. There is a spring of
+good water there, with plenty of shade trees for the
+children to play under. I will give this land for the
+new school-house."</p>
+
+<p>Here he was obliged to stop, the cheers were so
+deafening. When they subsided he went on rapidly:</p>
+
+<p>"I will build the house, too. Such an one as will
+not shame District No. 5 in Crompton. It shall be a
+model house, well lighted and ventilated, with broad,
+comfortable seats, especially for the little ones, whose
+feet shall touch the floor. It shall be commenced at
+once, and finished before the winter term."</p>
+
+<p>He bowed and sat down, white and perspiring at
+every pore, and hardly knowing to what he had committed
+himself. The cheers were now a roar which
+went echoing out into the night, and were heard
+nearly as far as the village on the beach, the people
+wondering more and more at his generosity, and
+sudden interest in their little ones. And no one wondered
+more than himself. He did not care a picayune
+for children, nor whether their feet touched the
+floor or not, and he had not intended pledging himself
+to build the house when he began. But as he talked,
+the palmetto clearing stared him in the face, shutting
+out everything from his vision, except a long seat
+directly in front of him, on which several little girls
+whose feet could not touch the ground were fast
+asleep, their heads falling over upon each other, and
+the last one resting upon the arm of the settee. It
+was a pretty picture, and stirred in him feelings he
+had never experienced before. He would do something
+for the children, expiatory, he said to himself,
+as he sat down, thinking he ought to be the proudest
+and happiest of men to have the town called for him,
+and to stand so high in the esteem of his fellow citizens.
+What would they say if they knew what he did,
+and how cowardly he was because of his pride. Sometime
+they must know. It could not be otherwise, but
+he would put off the evil day as long as he could, and
+when, at last, his guests began to leave, and he went
+down to bid them good-night, his head was high with
+that air of patronage and superiority natural to him,
+and which the people tolerated because he was Col.
+Crompton.</p>
+
+<p>That night he had a chill&mdash;the result of so much
+excitement to which he was not accustomed, he said
+to Peter, who brought him a hot-water bag and an
+extra blanket, and would like to have suggested his
+favorite remedies, quinine and cholagogue, but experience
+had taught him wisdom, and putting down
+the hot-water bag and blanket, he left the room with
+a casual remark about the fine day, and how well
+everything had passed off, "only a few men a little
+boozy," he said, "and three or four children with
+bruised heads caused by a fall from a swing."</p>
+
+<p>The lawn-party had been a great success, and the
+Colonel knew he ought to be the happiest man in
+town, whereas he was the most miserable. He could
+not hear Mandy Ann's curses as she knelt on her mistress's
+grave, nor see her dusky arms swaying in the
+darkness to emphasize her maledictions. He didn't
+know there was a grave, but something weighed him
+down with unspeakable remorse. Every incident of his
+first visit South came back to him with startling vividness,
+making him wonder why God had allowed him
+to do what he had done. Then he remembered his
+trip on the "Hatty," when he kept himself aloof from
+everybody, with a morbid fear lest he should see
+some one who knew him, or had heard of him, or
+would meet him again. He remembered the log-house
+and his supper, when Mandy Ann served from
+a dinner-plate, and his napkin was a pocket handkerchief.
+He remembered the mumbling old woman in
+her chair; but most of all he remembered the girl who
+sat opposite him. Her face was always with him, and
+it came before him now, just as it was in the moonlight,
+when she said: "You can trust me. I will do
+the best I can."</p>
+
+<p>She had stood with her hands upon the fence and
+he saw them as they looked then, and holding up his
+own he said, "They were little brown hands, but
+they should have been white like mine. Poor Dory!"</p>
+
+<p>There was a throb of pity in his heart as his remorse
+increased, and the hot night seemed to quiver
+with the echo of Mandy Ann's "cuss him, cuss him
+wherever he may be, and if his bed is soff as wool
+doan' let him sleep a wink." His bed was soft as
+wool, but it had no attraction for him, and he sat with
+his hot-water bag and blanket until his chill passed,
+and was succeeded by a heat which made him put
+blanket and bag aside, and open both the windows of
+his room. The late moon had risen and was flooding
+the grounds with its light, bringing out distinctly
+the objects nearest to him. Some tables and chairs
+were left standing, a few lanterns were hanging in the
+trees, and in front of him was the long bench on
+which the little girls had been sleeping, with their feet
+from the ground, when he made his speech. The
+sight of this brought to his mind the day three years
+before when, just as his plans were perfected, there
+had come a letter which made him stagger as from
+a heavy blow, while all around him was chaos, dark
+and impenetrable. In most men the letter would
+have awakened a feeling of tenderness, but he was not
+like most men. He was utterly selfish, and prouder
+than any Crompton in the long line of that proud
+race, and, instead of tenderness or pity, he felt an intense
+anger against the fate which had thus dealt with
+him when he was trying to do right.</p>
+
+<p>What to do next was the question, which Tom
+Hardy, as cold and unfeeling as himself, answered for
+him.</p>
+
+<p>"You are in an awful mess," he wrote, "and the
+only course I see is to keep them supplied with
+money, and let things run until they come to a focus,
+as I suppose they must, though they may not.
+Florida is a long ways from Massachusetts. Few
+Northerners ever go to Enterprise, and if they do
+they may not hear of the clearing and its inmates.
+The girl is not over-bright. I beg your pardon, but
+she isn't, and will be apt to be quiet when she makes
+up her mind that she is deserted. The only one you
+have to fear is that nigger, Jake; but I reckon we
+can manage him; so cheer up and never make such an
+infernal fool of yourself again."</p>
+
+<p>Something in this letter had grated on the Colonel's
+feelings&mdash;the reference to the girl, perhaps&mdash;but he
+had decided to follow Tom's advice, and let things
+run until they came to a focus. They had run pretty
+smoothly for three years, and only a few letters, forwarded
+by his friend who now lived in Palatka, and
+kept a kind of oversight of the clearing, came to
+trouble him. These he always burned, but he could
+not forget, and the past was always with him, not
+exactly as it was on the night after his lawn-party,
+when it seemed to him that all the powers of the
+bottomless pit had united against him, and if ever a
+man expiated his wrong-doing in remorse and mental
+pain he was doing it. The laudations of the crowd
+which had cheered him so lustily were of no account,
+nor the honor conferred by giving the town his name.
+Nothing helped him as he stood with the sweat rolling
+down his face, and looked out upon his handsome
+grounds, which he did not see because of the
+palmetto clearing, and the little child, and the young
+mother on whose grave the moon was shining.
+Mandy Ann's curse was surely taking effect, for no
+sleep came to him that night, and the next day found
+him worn and pale, and when Peter, sure of a malarious
+attack worse than usual, ventured to offer his
+cholagogue and quinine, he was sworn at, and told
+to take himself off with his infernal drugs.</p>
+
+<p>"I am tired with yesterday's mob. I shall be better
+when I am rested, and get the taste out of my mouth
+of Tom, Dick, and Harry tramping over the premises,"
+he thought.</p>
+
+<p>This was not very complimentary to the Tom's, and
+Dick's, and Harry's who had tramped through his
+grounds, but they did not know his thoughts, and
+were full of the lawn-party, and the new school-house,
+the work on which was commenced early in August,
+when a large number of men appeared, and were
+superintended and urged on by the Colonel himself.
+He did not work, but he was there every day, issuing
+orders and making suggestions, and in this way managing
+to dissipate in part the cloud always hanging
+over him, and which before long was to assume a
+form which he could not escape.</p>
+
+</div><!--end chapter-->
+
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<h2><a name="1CHAPTER_VIII"></a>CHAPTER VIII<br/>
+THE CHILD OF THE CLEARING</h2>
+
+<p>The school-house was finished, and was a model of
+comfort and convenience. It was well lighted and
+ventilated, and every child of whatever age could
+touch its feet to the floor. If it were in any sense expiatory,
+it had proven a success, for the palmetto
+clearing did not haunt the Colonel as it had done on
+the day of the lawn-party. It was a long time since
+he had heard from there, and he was beginning to
+wonder if anything had happened, when Peter
+brought him an odd-looking letter, directed wrong
+side up, written with a pencil, and having about it
+a faint perfume of very bad tobacco. It was addressed
+to "Mr. Kurnal Krompton, Troutberg, Mass." The
+writer evidently did not know of the recent change of
+name, and the letter had been long on the way, but
+had reached its destination at last, and was soiled and
+worn, and very second-class in its appearance, Peter
+decided, as he took it from the office and studied it
+carefully. No such missive had, to his knowledge,
+ever before found its way into the aristocratic precincts
+of Crompton Place. If it had he had not seen
+it, and he wondered who could have sent this one.
+He found his master taking his breakfast, and, holding
+the letter between his thumb and fingers, as if
+there were contamination in its touch, he handed it
+to him.</p>
+
+<p>"Fairly turned speckled when he looked at it,"
+Peter thought, as he left the room. "Wish I had
+seen where it was mailed."</p>
+
+<p>An hour later, Jane, the housemaid, came to him
+and said, "The Colonel wants you."</p>
+
+<p>Peter found him in his bedroom, packing a satchel
+with a shaking hand and a face more speckled than it
+had been when he read the letter.</p>
+
+<p>"Peter," he said, "fold up these shirts for me, and
+put in some collars and socks. I am going on a little
+trip, and may be gone two weeks, maybe more. Hold
+your tongue."</p>
+
+<p>When he wished Peter to be particularly reticent,
+he told him to hold his tongue. Peter understood,
+and held it, and finished packing the satchel, ordered
+the carriage for the eleven o'clock train, and saw his
+master off, without knowing where he was going,
+except that his ticket was for New York.</p>
+
+<p>"That smelly letter has something to do with it,
+of course," he said. "I wish I knew where it was
+from."</p>
+
+<p>He was arranging the papers on the library table,
+when he stopped suddenly with an exclamation of
+surprise, for there, under his hand, lay the smelly
+letter, which the Colonel had forgotten to put away.</p>
+
+<p>"Phew! I thought I got a whiff of something
+bad," he said, and read again the superscription, with
+a growing contempt for the writer. "Nobody will
+know if I read it, and I shall hold my tongue, as
+usual," he thought, his curiosity at last overcoming
+his sense of honor.</p>
+
+<p>Opening the envelope, he took out the piece of
+foolscap, on which was neither date nor name of place.</p>
+
+<p>"Kurnal Krompton," it began. "Yer fren' in
+Palatky done gone to Europe. He tole me yer name
+'fore he went, an' so I rite meself to tell you Miss
+Dory's ded, an' ole Miss, too. She done dide a week
+ago, an' Miss Dory las' July. What shal I do wid de
+chile? I shood of rit when Miss Dory dide, but
+Mandy Ann an' me&mdash;you 'members Mandy Ann&mdash;sed
+how you'd be comin' to fotch her rite away, an'
+we cuddent bar to part wid her whilst ole Miss lived.
+But now she's done ded de chile doan or'to be brung
+up wid Crackers an' niggers, an' den dar's de place
+belonged to ole Miss, an' dar's Mandy Ann. She
+doan' or'ter be sole to nobody. I'd buy her an' set
+her free ef I had de money, but I hain't. She's a rale
+purty chile&mdash;de little girl. You mite buy Mandy
+Ann an' take her for lil chile's nuss. Jake Harris."</p>
+
+<p>"Jerusalem!" Peter exclaimed. "Here's a go.
+Who is Miss Dory? Some trollop, of course&mdash;and
+she is dead, and old Miss, too. Who is old Miss? and
+who is Mandy Ann the Colonel is to buy? I'd laugh,
+rank Abolitionist as he is! And what will he do with
+a child? Crackers and niggers? What is a Cracker?"</p>
+
+<p>Peter had no opinion on that head. He knew what
+a nigger was, and at once detected another odor besides
+bad tobacco, and opened the window to air the
+room. Then he began to study the postmark to see
+where the letter came from. It was not very clear,
+and it took him some time to make out "Palatka,
+Fla." The latter baffled him, it was so illegible, but
+he was sure of "Palatka," and wondered where it
+was. Hunting up an atlas, he went patiently through
+State after State, till he found Palatka, on the St.
+John's River, Florida.</p>
+
+<p>"Florida! That's where he's gone. There are
+niggers enough there, but who the Crackers are is
+beyond me," Peter said. "I believe I'll copy this,
+letter."</p>
+
+<p>He did copy it, and then waited for developments.</p>
+
+<p>Meanwhile the Colonel was hurrying South as fast
+as steam could take him. Arrived in New York, he
+found himself in time to take a boat bound for Savannah,
+and shutting himself up in his stateroom sat
+down to analyze his feelings, and solve the problem
+which had for so long been confronting him. A part
+of it was solved for him. Eudora was dead; but there
+was the child. Something must be done with her, and
+Jake's words kept repeating themselves in his mind:</p>
+
+<p>"She doan or'ter be brung up wid Crackers an'
+niggers."</p>
+
+<p>"No, she don't or'ter," the Colonel thought, involuntarily
+adopting Jake's dialect; but what to do
+with her was the question.</p>
+
+<p>If Tom Hardy had been home he would have consulted
+him, but Tom was away, and he must face the
+difficulty alone, knowing perfectly well what his duty
+was, and finally making up his mind to do it. If he
+chose to adopt a child it was no one's business. As
+a Crompton he was above caring for gossip or public
+opinion. To be sure the child would be a nuisance,
+and a constant reminder of what he would like to
+forget; but it was right, and he owed it to the mother
+to care for her little girl. He began to think a good
+deal of himself for this kind of reasoning, and by the
+time he reached Jacksonville he had made up his
+mind that he was a pretty nice man after all, and felt
+happier than he had in years. Death had closed one
+page of his life, and the distance between Florida and
+Massachusetts would close the other, and he was
+much like himself when he at last stepped on board
+the "Hatty," and started up the river.</p>
+
+<p>There was room for him at the Brock House this
+time, and he registered his name. "Col. James
+Crompton, Crompton, Mass.," and said he had come
+to look after a family in the palmetto clearing,
+Harris was the name, and through a friend he was
+interested in them. The landlord was not the same
+who had been there on the occasion of the Colonel's
+first visit, but he knew something about the clearing,
+and volunteered whatever information he had concerning
+the family, speaking of the recent death of the
+demented old woman, and of the little child left to the
+care of two negroes, and saying, he hoped the gentleman
+had come to take it to its friends, if it had any.</p>
+
+<p>The Colonel bowed and said that was his business,
+and early the next morning started on foot along the
+road he had trodden twice before, and which brought
+Eudora before him so vividly that it seemed as if she
+were walking at his side, and once, as some animal
+ran through the bushes near the grave at the turn
+of the road, he started at the sound as if it had been
+the rustle of Eudora's white dress as he heard it that
+day. He was beginning to get nervous, and by the
+time the clearing was reached he was as cold as he had
+been at home, when Peter brought him the hot-water
+bag and blanket. He noticed the improvements
+which had been made in the place since he was there
+last, and knew it was Jake's handiwork. He had
+never seen the man, and shrank a little from meeting
+him, knowing how infinitely superior to himself in a
+moral way the poor African was. He remembered
+Mandy Ann perfectly, and recognized her as she came
+to the door, shading her eyes with her hand to look
+at him; then she disappeared suddenly, and Jake, who
+was at the rear of the house, fixing a barrel to catch
+rain-water, was clutched by the arm, and nearly
+thrown backwards, as the girl exclaimed: "For the
+Lawd's sake, Jake, it's comin'&mdash;it's comin'&mdash;it's hyar!"</p>
+
+<p>"What's comin'? The las' day, that you look so
+skeered?" Jake said, while Mandy Ann continued:
+"De man from de Norf, Cunnel Crompton, you call
+him&mdash;done come for lill chile!"</p>
+
+<p>She put her apron over her face and began to cry,
+while Jake wiped his hands, and hurrying round the
+house, met the Colonel just as he reached the door.
+There was not the least servility in Jake's manner,
+although it was respectful, as he said, "How d'ye,
+Mas'r Crompton. I'm shoo it's you, an' I'se right
+glad to see you, though I 'spects you done come for
+the lill chile, an' I feel fit to bust when I think of
+partin' wid her. Walk in, walk in; take a cheer, an'
+I'll sen' Mandy Ann for de lill chile. She's in de
+play-house I made her, jess dis side de graves, whar
+she sits an' plays. Thar's a tree thar an' she calls it
+de shady."</p>
+
+<p>"Thanks!" the Colonel said, taking a chair, while
+Jake went for Mandy Ann, and found her struggling
+with the child, not far from the door.</p>
+
+<p>The <i>chile</i> had seen the stranger as soon as Mandy
+Ann; and as visitors were rare at the cabin, and she
+was fond of society, she left her sand pies, and her
+slice of bread and molasses, and started for the house,
+meeting Mandy Ann, who seized her, saying, "Come
+an' have on a clean frock and be <i>wassed</i>. Your face
+is all sticky, an' han's, too&mdash;an' de gemman from de
+Norf, de Cunnel, is hyar."</p>
+
+<p>As it happened, the <i>chile</i> didn't approve of changing
+her dress and having her face washed. She was
+in a hurry to see the gentleman, and she pulled back,
+and fought, and called Mandy Ann an "ole nigger,"
+and told her to "leg-go," and finally wrenched herself
+free, and ran like a little spider to the house, and
+into the room where the Colonel was sitting. Starting
+to his feet he stood looking down at the mite
+staring at him with her great dark eyes, in which was
+a look which had puzzled the Rev. Mr. Mason when
+he saw her at her mother's funeral. She was a very
+pretty child, with a round, chubby face just now
+smeared with molasses, as were her fat little hands,
+while her dress, open at the back, showed signs of the
+sand and water with which it had come in contact.
+And she stood, holding the Colonel with her eyes,
+until he began to feel cold again, and to think of his
+hot-water bag. He did not care for children, and this
+one&mdash;*</p>
+
+<p>"Heavens!" he thought to himself. "Can I do it?
+Yes, I must!"</p>
+
+<p>Then, putting out his hand, he said, "Little girl,
+will you shake hands with me."</p>
+
+<p>Nothing abashed she was going forward, when
+Mandy Ann rushed in and pulled her back, exclaiming:
+"Oh, sar, not wid dem han's; dey mus' be
+wassed."</p>
+
+<p>"You ole Mandy Ann nigger, you lemme be. I
+won't be wassed," was the sharp reply, and the dark
+eyes flashed with a fire which made the Colonel think
+of himself when roused, and he began to feel a good
+deal of respect for the spoiled tyrant.</p>
+
+<p>"Little girl," he said, very gently, but firmly, "Go
+with Mandy and be washed, and then come and
+see&mdash;" he came very near saying "see what I have
+brought you," without at all knowing why it should
+have come into his mind.</p>
+
+<p>It had never occurred to him to bring her anything,
+but he wished now that he had, and began to wonder
+what he had that would please a child. He was fond
+of jewelry, and wore on his watch-chain several ornaments,
+and among them a very small, delicately
+carved book in ivory. He could detach it easily, and
+he began to do so, while the child eyed him curiously.
+She had seen very few gentlemen, and this one attracted
+her, he was so tall and imposing; and when
+he said again, "Go and be washed," she obeyed him,
+and the Colonel was a second time alone, for Jake was
+making his ablutions, and changing his working
+clothes for his best, in which he looked very respectable,
+when he at last rejoined his guest, and began
+at once in a trembling voice to speak of the business
+which had brought the Colonel there.</p>
+
+</div><!--end chapter-->
+
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<h2><a name="1CHAPTER_IX"></a>CHAPTER IX<br/>
+THE COLONEL AND JAKE</h2>
+
+<p>"I 'lowed you had the best right to her because
+'twas you that sent the money," he said.</p>
+
+<p>The Colonel neither assented nor dissented, and
+Jake went on: "Thar is nobody else. Miss Dory
+never tole nothin'; she was silent as de grave
+about&mdash;him&mdash;de fader of de lill chile, I mean. 'It's
+all right,' she'd say. 'I tole him I wouldn't tell till
+he came&mdash;an' I won't&mdash;but, it's all right. Elder Covil
+knows&mdash;send for him.' That's just afore she died."</p>
+
+<p>"And did you send for him?" the Colonel asked
+with some alarm, and Jake replied: "I went for him
+an' he wasn't thar&mdash;had moved off&mdash;an' another gemman,
+the Rev. Mr. Charles Mason, what I foun' at the
+hotel, 'tended de buryin' with his pra'r book, 'case I
+wanted somethin' 'bout de Resurrection an' de Life.
+'Twas as fust class a funeral as we could have out
+hyer. She wore her white gown&mdash;the one Mandy
+Ann says she wore when you war hyer. You members
+it?"</p>
+
+<p>The Colonel nodded, and Jake, thinking he could
+do nothing better than repeat all the particulars, went
+on: "She had a nice coffin from Palatka, an' Mandy
+Ann done fixed her rale nice, wid flowers in her han's,
+an' on her bosom, an', does you 'member givin'
+Mandy Ann a dollar when you's here afore?"</p>
+
+<p>Again the Colonel nodded and Jake went on:
+"Well, she done bought a ring wid some of it&mdash;not
+rale gold, you know, but looked most like it&mdash;an'
+what do you think Mandy Ann did, as the last thing
+she could do for Miss Dory?"</p>
+
+<p>Jake was growing excited, and the Colonel nervous,
+as the negro continued: "It was too small for her,
+to be shue, but she thought a sight on't, but more of
+Miss Dory's good name."</p>
+
+<p>There was a great ridge in the Colonel's forehead,
+between his eyes, as he repeated, "Her good name?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, sar," Jake answered. "What could you
+'spec when dar's a lill chile, and no fader for shoo, as
+anybody knows, but me an' Mandy Ann, an' Mas'r
+Hardy. Naterally they'd talk. But I 'shured 'em
+'twas all right, an' knocked down one or two Crackers
+what grinned when I tole 'em, an' Mandy Ann did a
+power of fitin'. She's great at it&mdash;jess like a cat, an'
+we got 'em pretty much all under, except a few ole
+women, who never quite gin in till de last. Ole
+granny Thomas was de worst, an' de rest follered her;
+but she gin in when she seen de ring Mandy Ann
+slipped on Miss Dory's weddin' finger, an' dar wasn't
+a s'picion on de lam' as she lay in her coffin."</p>
+
+<p>The Colonel's lips moved spasmodically, while Jake
+continued: "Thar was a right smart of 'em hyar, an'
+the minister read from de pra'r book jest as I seen 'em
+in Virginny 'mongst de quality, an' when de blacks
+set up a singin' so loud that ole Aunt Judy nighly had
+de pow'&mdash;dat's a kind of fit, you know, when dey gits
+to feelin' like kingdom come&mdash;I stopped her. I was
+boun' to have de funeral fust class. When ole Miss
+died, I let 'em have dar way, an' ole Aunt Judy had de
+pow' till her missus, who was hyar, shook her out on't.
+That was ole Miss Thomas, who stood out agin Miss
+Dory till she seen de ring. She says to me, says she,
+'Does you know whar de chile's fader is?' an' says I,
+'S'posin' I do?' 'Then sen' for him,' says she.
+'Tain't fittin' de chile to stay on hyar.' 'I'm gwine
+to sen',' says I, an' I did, an' you've done come. Is
+you gwine to take her?"</p>
+
+<p>Jake's broad chest heaved as he asked this question,
+to which the Colonel replied, "That is what I came
+for."</p>
+
+<p>Jake had assumed that he was the child's father,
+and he did not contradict him, but said, "You call
+her the child. Has she no name?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, Dory; dat's what her mother called her, but
+to me dar's only one Dory, an' she's dead, an' 'twas
+handy to say de <i>lill chile</i> or <i>honey</i>. Is you gwine to
+take her right away?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, when the 'Hatty' goes back," the Colonel
+replied, with a feeling of pity for the negro, whose
+face was quivering, and whose voice shook as he said,
+"It's best, I s'pose, but 'twill be mighty lonesome
+hyar, with the chile gone from de 'shady' whar she
+plays, an' from de cradle whar I rocks her, an' from
+dese arms what totes her many a time, when she goes
+through de clarin' in de woods. You wouldn't be
+wantin' me an Mandy Ann to go wid you? De chile
+is wonderfully 'tached to us, an' has some spells only
+we can manage."</p>
+
+<p>The Colonel shook his head. Jake and Mandy Ann
+knew too much for him to take them North. The
+child would soon forget its surroundings. People
+would stop wondering after a while, and the past
+would be bridged over, as far as was possible. On the
+whole the future looked brighter than it had done for
+years, and on this account the Colonel could afford
+to be very suave and gentle with this poor negro.</p>
+
+<p>"No, Jake," he said, very kindly. "You would
+not be happy at the North, it is so different from the
+South. I cannot take you, nor Mandy Ann, but I
+shall reward you for all you have done for the child,
+and for her mother."</p>
+
+<p>The last words came slowly, and there was a kind
+of tremor in the Colonel's voice.</p>
+
+<p>"I 'specs you are right," Jake said meekly; "but
+it'll be mighty hard, an' what's gwine to become of
+Mandy Ann? Who does she 'long to, now Miss Dory
+an' ole Miss is both dead? I 'longs to myself, but
+what of Mandy Ann?"</p>
+
+<p>Here was a problem the Colonel had not thought
+of. But his mind worked rapidly and clearly, and
+he soon reached a decision, but before he could speak
+of it the child appeared. It had taken a long time to
+wash and dress her, for the little hands were grimy,
+and the face very sticky, and a good deal of scrubbing
+had been necessary, with a good deal of squabbling,
+too&mdash;and the Colonel had heard some of the altercations&mdash;the
+child's voice the louder, as she protested
+against the soap and water used so freely.
+Jake had closed one of the doors to shut out the noise,
+saying as he did so, "She's got a heap of sperrit, but
+not from de Harrises, dey hadn't an atom."</p>
+
+<p>It did not puzzle the Colonel at all to know where
+the <i>sperrit</i> came from, and he did not like the child
+the less because of it. She was in the room now,
+scrubbed till her face shone, and her hair, which was
+curly, lay in rings upon her forehead. Mandy Ann
+had put on her best frock, a white one, stiff with
+starch, and standing out like a small balloon. The
+Colonel liked her better in the limp, soiled gown, as
+he had seen her first, but she was clean, and she came
+to him and put up her hand as Mandy Ann had told
+her to do. It was a little soft, fat, baby hand, such as
+the Colonel had never touched in his life, and he took
+it and held it a moment, while the old malarious feeling
+crept over him, and he could have sworn that the
+thermometer, which, when he left the "Hatty" had
+stood at seventy-five, had fallen to forty degrees. As
+a quietus during the washing, Mandy Ann had suggested
+that "mabby de gemman done brung somethin',"
+and remembering this the little girl at once
+asked, "Has you done brung me sumptin'? Mandy
+Ann tole me so."</p>
+
+<p>The Colonel's thermometer dropped lower still at
+the speech, so decidedly African, and his pride rose up
+in rebellion, and his heart sank, as in fancy he heard
+this dialect in his Northern home. But he must bear
+it, and when, as he did not at once respond to her
+question, she said, "Has you done brung me sumptin'?"
+he was glad he had removed the little ivory
+book from his watch-chain. It was something, and
+he gave it to her, saying, "This is for you&mdash;a little
+book. Do you know what a book is?"</p>
+
+<p>She was examining the ornament on the back of
+which was carved a miniature bar of music, with three
+or four notes. The child had seen written music in
+a hymn-book, which belonged to her mother, and
+from which she had often pretended to sing, when
+she played at a <i>funeral</i>, or prayer meeting, as she
+sometimes did under the <i>shady</i>. Jake had not
+spoken of this habit to the Colonel. He was waiting
+to take him to the graves, and the play-house near
+them, and he was watching the child as she examined
+the carving. Lifting up her bright eyes to the Colonel,
+she said, "Moosich&mdash;me sing," and a burst of childish
+song rang through the room&mdash;part of a negro
+melody, and "Me wants to be an angel" alternating
+in a kind of melody, to which the Colonel listened in
+wonder.</p>
+
+<p>"Me done sing dood," she said, and her eyes shone
+and flashed, and her bosom rose and fell, as if she
+were standing before an audience, sure of success and
+applause.</p>
+
+<p>Jake did clap his hands when she finished, and said
+to the Colonel, "She done goes on dat way very
+often. She's wonderful wid her voice an' eyes.
+'Specs she'll make a singer. She's a little quar&mdash;dem
+Harrises&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>Here he stopped suddenly, and asked, "Is you
+cole?" as he saw the Colonel shiver. He knew the
+Harrises were <i>quar</i>, and this dark-haired, dark-eyed
+child singing in a shrill, high-pitched, but very sweet
+voice, seemed to him uncanny, and he shrank from
+her as she said. "Me sing some mo'."</p>
+
+<p>Jake now interfered, saying, "No, honey; we're
+gwine to yer mother's grave."</p>
+
+<p>"Me go, too," the child answered, slipping her
+hand into the Colonel's and leading the way to a little
+enclosure where the Harrises were buried.</p>
+
+<p>The Colonel felt <i>quar</i> with that hand holding his
+so tight, and the child hippy-ty-hopping by his side
+over the boards Jake had put down for a walk to the
+graveyard.</p>
+
+<p>"Dis mine. Me play here," the child said, more
+intent upon her play-house than upon her mother's
+grave.</p>
+
+<p>The play-house was a simple affair, which Jake
+had constructed. There were two pieces of board
+for a floor, and a small bench for a table, on which
+were bits of broken cups and saucers, the slice of
+bread and molasses the child had left when she went
+to see the stranger, a rag doll, fashioned from a cob,
+with a cloth head stuffed with bran, and a book, soiled
+and worn as from frequent usage. The child made
+the Colonel look at the doll which she called Judy,
+"after ole mammy Judy, who came nigh havin' de
+pow' at de funeral, an' who done made it for her,"
+Jake explained. The book&mdash;a child's reader&mdash;was
+next taken up, the little girl saying, "Mamma's
+book&mdash;me read," and opening it she made a pretense
+of reading something which sounded like "Now I
+lay me." The Colonel, who had freed his hand from
+the fingers which had held it so fast, looked inquiringly
+at Jake, who said, "Miss Dory's book; she done
+read it a sight, 'case 'twas easier readin' dan dem
+books from Palatka; an' she could larn somethin'
+from it, but de long words floored her an' me, too,
+who tried to help her."</p>
+
+<p>For a moment the Colonel seemed agitated, and
+taking the book from the child he said, "Can I have
+it?"</p>
+
+<p>"No, sar!" Jake answered emphatically. "I
+wouldn't part wid it for de world. It's a part of Miss
+Dory, an' she tried so hard to read good an' be a lady.
+Mandy Ann lived a spell wid de quality, an' got some
+o' dar ways, an' I got some in Virginny, an' we tole
+'em to her, an' she done tried till towards de las' she
+gin it up. ''Taint no use,' she said to me. 'I'm
+'scouraged. I can never be a lady. Ef he comes after
+I'm dead, tell him I tried an' couldn't.' She meant
+the chile's fader, her husband. Ain't you her husband?"</p>
+
+<p>It was a direct question, and Jake's honest eyes
+were looking steadily at the Colonel, whose lips were
+white, and opened and shut two or three times before
+he answered, "I am nobody's husband, and never
+shall be. I knew your young mistress, and was interested
+in her, and shall care for the child. Don't ask
+me any more questions."</p>
+
+<p>Up to this moment Jake had felt quite softened
+towards the man he had once thought to kill. But
+now he wanted to knock him down, but restrained
+himself with a great effort, and answered, "I axes yer
+pardon, but I'se allus thought so&mdash;an'&mdash;an'&mdash;I thinks
+so still."</p>
+
+<p>To this there was no reply, and Jake, who had sent
+home his shaft, which he knew was making the proud
+man quiver, spoke next of a monument for Miss
+Dory, and asked where he'd better get it.</p>
+
+<p>"Where you think best," the Colonel answered.
+"Only get a good one, and send the bill to me."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, sar; thank'ee, Mas'r," Jake said, beginning
+to feel somewhat less like knocking the Colonel
+down. "What shall I put on it?" he asked, and the
+Colonel replied, "What was on her coffin?"</p>
+
+<p>"Jess 'Eudora, aged twenty.' I didn' know no
+odder name&mdash;las' name, I mean. I was shue 'twan't
+Harris."</p>
+
+<p>"Put the same on the monument," the Colonel
+said; "and, Jake, keep the grave up. She was a good
+girl."</p>
+
+<p>"Fo' de Lawd, I knows dat, an' I thank'ee, Mas'r,
+for sayin' dem words by de grave whar mabby she
+done har'em; thank'ee."</p>
+
+<p>The tears were in Jake's eyes, as he grasped the
+Colonel's hand and looked into the face which had
+relaxed from its sternness, and was quivering in every
+muscle. The proud man was moved, and felt that if
+he were alone he would have knelt in the hot sand by
+Eudora's grave, and asked pardon for the wrong he
+had done her. But Jake was there, and the child looking
+on with wide-open eyes, and though she did not
+understand what was said she knew that Jake was crying,
+and charged it to the stranger&mdash;"the bad man, to
+make Shaky cry&mdash;I hates 'oo," she said, beginning
+to strike at him.</p>
+
+<p>"Hush! honey, hush!" Jake said, while the
+Colonel began to feel the need of several hot-water
+bags as he went back to the house where Mandy
+Ann, remembering the hospitable ways at Miss Perkins's
+when people called, had set out for him the
+best the house afforded, including the china plate he
+remembered so well.</p>
+
+<p>He felt that to eat would choke him, but forced
+himself to take a sip of coffee and a bit of corn bread.
+The little girl had remained behind in her play-house,
+and he was glad of that. She was a restraint upon
+him. He wanted to talk business, and he did not
+know how much she would understand. When her
+great bright eyes were on him he felt nervous as if she
+were reading his thoughts, and was more himself with
+her away. He must talk about her and her going
+with him on the "Hatty," and Jake listened with a
+swelling heart, and Mandy Ann with her apron over
+her head to hide her tears. They knew it must be,
+and tried to suppress their feelings.</p>
+
+<p>"It's like takin' my life," Jake said, "but it's for
+de best. Miss Dory would say so, but, Mas'r Crompton,
+you'll fotch her back sometime to de ole place.
+You'll tell her of her mudder, an' me, an' Mandy Ann.
+You won't let her done forget."</p>
+
+<p>Nothing could be further from the Colonel's intentions
+than to let the child come back, and everything
+he could do to make her forget was to be done, but
+he could not say so to Jake, and with some evasive
+answer he hurried on to business, and spoke of the
+house and clearing, which now by right of inheritance
+belonged to the child. As he assumed her guardianship
+he should also assume an oversight of her property,
+and it was his wish that Jake should stay on the
+place, receiving a certain sum yearly for his services,
+and having all he could make besides. For anything
+of his own which he had spent on the clearing he was
+to be repaid, and all the money Eudora had put by
+was to be his. Jake felt like a millionaire, and expressed
+his thanks with choking sobs. Then, glancing
+at Mandy Ann, he asked as he had asked before,
+"An' what 'bout Mandy Ann? I 'longs to myself,
+but who's she 'long to, now ole Miss an' young Miss
+is dead?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, who's nigger be I? Whar am I gwine?"
+Mandy Ann cried, jerking her apron from her head.</p>
+
+<p>"In the natural sequence of things you belong to
+the little girl," the Colonel replied, adding, "I might
+buy you&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>But he got no further. All of Mandy Ann's animosity,
+when Ted suggested that the man from the
+North had come to buy her, and she had begged her
+mistress to save her from such a fate, had returned,
+and she exclaimed vehemently, "Fo' de Lawd, not
+dat ar. Lemme stay hyar. You 'members Ted, de
+colored boy on de 'Hatty.' We's kep' company,
+off an' on, a year, sometimes quarrelin', and den
+makin' up. I can't leave Ted."</p>
+
+<p>Her soul was in her eyes, as she begged for herself
+and Ted, and the Colonel hastened to say, "You
+did not let me finish. I couldn't buy you, if I would,
+and if I did I'd set you free. I will see that this is
+done some time."</p>
+
+<p>"Bress you, Mas'r, for dat ar," Mandy Ann began,
+but the Colonel stopped her by saying, "You are
+young to be keeping company."</p>
+
+<p>"I'se 'most as ole as Miss Dory when lill chile was
+born," was the reply, which silenced the Colonel with
+regard to her age.</p>
+
+<p>He had quite a liking for Mandy Ann, and meant to
+do all he could for her and Jake, and after some
+further conversation it was arranged that she should
+stay with the latter, the Colonel promising to see that
+her wages were paid, and saying that she could keep
+the money for herself. He was certainly acting
+generously towards the two blacks, who would have
+been happy but for the parting with the child, which
+weighed so heavily upon them. There was not much
+time left, for the "Hatty" sailed early the next morning,
+and the Colonel must be on board that night.</p>
+
+<p>Great as was their grief it was nothing compared
+to the antagonism of the child, when she heard she
+was to go with the Colonel, and leave Jake and Mandy
+Ann behind. She would <i>not</i> go, she said, and fought
+like a little tiger when that evening the Colonel came
+for her, and Mandy Ann tried to dress her for the
+journey. Under the table, and lounge, and chairs she
+crawled in her efforts to hide, and finally springing
+into Jake's lap begged him to keep her, promising to
+be good and never call him nor Mandy Ann niggers
+again, and nearly breaking Jake's heart with her tears
+and pretty coaxings. At last worn out with excitement,
+and feeling that the battle was against her, she
+sobbed, "Go wid me, Shaky, if I goes."</p>
+
+<p>"I 'spects I'll hev to go part way&mdash;say to Savannah&mdash;ef
+you gets her off quiet. Thar's that in her will
+make her jump inter de river ef we pushes her too
+far," Jake said, and the Colonel, who was sweating
+like rain, and did not care for a scene on the "Hatty,"
+finally consented for Jake to accompany them to
+Savannah, trusting Providence for what might follow.</p>
+
+<p>Thus quieted the child made no resistance when
+Mandy Ann changed her soiled white dress for one
+more suitable for the trip, and then began to pack
+her few belongings. Here the Colonel stopped her.
+He did not know much about children's clothes, but
+he felt intuitively that nothing of the child's present
+wardrobe would ever be worn at Crompton Place.
+He did not say this in so many words, but Mandy
+Ann understood him and asked, "Ain't she to carry
+nothin'?"</p>
+
+<p>"Nothing but what is necessary on the road," the
+Colonel replied, and an old satchel was filled with a
+night-dress, a clean apron, a pair of stockings, and
+Mandy Ann's tears, which fell like rain as she performed
+her last office for the little girl, who, now that
+Jaky was going, began to look forward to the trip
+with childish delight.</p>
+
+<p>Judy was wrapped carefully in paper and put
+into the satchel, and then she was ready. Mandy
+Ann went with her to the boat, where, as it was late,
+scarcely any one was visible except Ted, to whom
+Mandy Ann intrusted her charge, bidding him <i>'muse</i>
+her when he could, and whispering to him the good
+luck which had come to her and Jake through the
+Colonel's generosity. Then with a terrible wrench in
+her heart, she took the child in her arms and said,
+"Doan' you forget me, honey, an' some time you'll
+be comin' agen. Oh, I can't bar it!" and with a wail
+which was scarcely like a human cry she dropped the
+child, and hurrying from the boat ran swiftly up the
+lane, and was soon out of sight. There were two or
+three bursts of tears for Mandy Ann, but for the most
+part the little girl was quiet until Savannah was
+reached, and she heard Jake was to leave her. Then
+she showed of what she was capable, and the Colonel
+looked on aghast, wondering what he should do when
+Jake was gone. She had played on the way with
+Judy, whose appearance had provoked a smile from
+some of the passengers, making the Colonel wonder
+if there were not something more reputable in looks
+than Judy, with her features of ink and the sewed-up
+gash in the side of her neck from which a little bran
+was still oozing. He didn't know much about dolls,
+but was sure there must be some in Savannah, and he
+went on a tour of inspection, and found a gold ring
+with a small stone in it for Mandy Ann in place of the
+one buried with poor Dory. This he would give to
+Jake to take home to the negro girl, he thought, and
+then continued his search for dolls, finding one which
+could stand up, and sit down, and was gorgeous in
+a satin dress, with earrings in its ears. This was more
+in keeping with his ideas, and he took it to the hotel,
+hoping he had seen the last of Judy, who, he suggested,
+should be thrown away. He didn't know
+children. The little girl was delighted with her new
+doll, which she handled gingerly, as if afraid to touch
+it, and which she called Mandy Ann. But she clung
+to Judy just the same, quite to the disgust of the
+Colonel.</p>
+
+<p>Poor Jake grew thin during the few days they
+spent in Savannah, and he knew he was nearing the
+end.</p>
+
+<p>"I must buy her somfin'," he thought, and one
+morning when he was walking with her past a dry
+goods store he saw in the window a little scarlet
+merino cloak, lined with white satin, and looking so
+pretty that he stopped to look at it, while the little girl
+jumped up and down, exclaiming, "Oh, the buffitel
+cloak. Me wants it, Shaky; me wants it."</p>
+
+<p>Going into the store Jake inquired the price, which
+was so large that his heart sank. It would take nearly
+all the money he had with him to buy it, but reflecting
+that the Colonel was paying his bills, and that on his
+return home he could eat two meals a day, and light
+ones at that, until he had saved the required sum, he
+bought the cloak; and, when the final parting came,
+wrapped it round the little girl, and carrying her to
+the steamer put her down, and left hurriedly, while
+she rolled on the floor screaming for Shaky, and
+bumping her head against a settee. As the boat
+moved off, Jake stood on the wharf watching it for a
+long distance, with a feeling that all the brightness
+of his life had vanished with the little girl, whom the
+harassed and half-crazed Colonel would have given
+much to have left with him had it been practicable.</p>
+
+</div><!--end chapter-->
+
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<h2><a name="1CHAPTER_X"></a>CHAPTER X<br/>
+EUDORA</h2>
+
+<p>The Colonel had been gone nearly three weeks and
+no one knew where he was, or thought it strange that
+they didn't. It was his habit to go suddenly and
+return just as suddenly. Peter had his opinion, and
+felt curious to know if the Colonel would bring back
+Jake and Mandy Ann besides the child, and had many
+a hearty laugh by himself as he imagined the consternation
+of the household when this menagerie was
+turned in upon them. Naturally his master would
+let him know when to expect him, he thought, and
+was greatly surprised one morning when a station
+hack drove into the yard, and the Colonel entered the
+house looking years older than when he went away.</p>
+
+<p>With him was a little girl, three years old or more,
+clinging to his hand as if in fear. Her garments were
+all coarse and old-fashioned, except the scarlet merino
+cloak. The hood was drawn over her head, and from
+it there looked out a pair of eyes, which, had Peter
+ever heard of the word, he would have said were uncanny,
+they were so large, and bright, and moved so
+rapidly from one object to another. She dropped the
+hood from her head, and began tugging at the ribbons
+of her cloak, while her lip quivered as if she were
+about to cry. It came at last, not like anything Peter
+had ever heard, and was more like a howl than a cry,
+for "Shaky; me wants Shaky."</p>
+
+<p>It was loud, and shrill, and penetrated to all parts
+of the house, bringing Sally, the cook, Jane, the
+chambermaid, and Sam, the coachman, all into the
+hall, where they stood appalled at what they saw.</p>
+
+<p>"Shaky, Shaky," the child wailed on, frightened by
+the strange faces around her, and as he did not come
+she threw herself upon the floor, and began to bump
+her head up and down, her last resort when her paroxysms
+were at their height.</p>
+
+<p>The Colonel had borne a good deal since leaving
+Savannah, and had more than once been tempted to
+turn back and either bring Shaky, or leave the child
+with him. She had cried for him till she was purple
+in the face, and the stewardess had struck her on her
+back to make her catch her breath, and then taken
+her in her arms, and tried to comfort her. Perhaps
+it was owing to her color that the child took to her
+so readily that the Colonel said to her, "Keep her
+quiet, if you can, and I do not care what I pay you."</p>
+
+<p>After that the little girl staid mostly with the
+stewardess, and was comparatively happy. Judy was
+a great comfort to her, and she kept it hugged to her
+bosom through the day, and slept with it at night,
+and when she reached the Crompton House it was in
+the inside pocket of her cloak. Becoming detached
+from the pocket as she rolled on the floor it fell at
+Peter's feet, making him start, it was so unlike anything
+he had seen in years.</p>
+
+<p>"Great guns!" he exclaimed, spurning it with his
+foot, and sending it near the child, who snatched it
+up with a cry of "Judy, Judy, my Judy."</p>
+
+<p>"Who is she, and where did she come from?" the
+cook asked, while Jane tried to soothe the excited
+child.</p>
+
+<p>"Her name is Eudora Harris," the Colonel said.
+"Her father is a sneaking scoundrel; her mother was
+a good woman, and my friend. She is dead, and there
+is no one to care for her child but myself. I have
+brought her home to bring up as my own. Jaky
+is the colored man who took care of her with Mandy
+Ann, a colored girl. She will cry for her by and by."</p>
+
+<p>As if to prove his words true the child set up a howl
+for Mandy Ann; "me wants Mandy Ann," while the
+Colonel continued, "She is to be treated in all respects
+as a daughter of the house. Get her some decent
+clothes at once, you women who understand such
+things. Don't mind expense. Give her a pretty
+room, and I think you'd better hunt up some young
+person to look after her. Until the girl comes Jane
+must sleep in the room with her, and don't bother me
+unless it is necessary; I feel quite used up, and as if
+I had been through a thrashing-machine. I am not
+used to children, and this one is&mdash;well, to say the
+least, very extraordinary."</p>
+
+<p>This was a good deal for the Colonel to say at one
+time to his servants, who listened in wonder, none of
+them knowing anything except Peter, who kept his
+knowledge to himself. And this was all the explanation
+the Colonel gave, either to his servants, or to the
+people outside who knew better than to question him,
+and who never mentioned the child in his presence.
+Gossip, however, was rife in the neighborhood, and
+many were the surmises as to the parentage of the
+little girl who for a time turned the Crompton House
+upside down, and made it a kind of bedlam when her
+fits were on, and she was rolling on the floor, and
+bumping her head, with cries for Shaky and Mandy
+Ann. She was homesick, and cared nothing for the
+beautiful things they brought her. Against the
+pretty dresses she fought at first, and then submitted
+to them, but kept her old one in a corner of her room,
+and Susie, the girl hired to attend her, sometimes
+found her there asleep with her head upon it, and
+Judy held closely in her arms. They bought her a
+doll-house which was fitted up with everything calculated
+to please a child, but after inspecting it a while
+she turned from it with a cry for her "shady" under
+the palm tree in the clearing. The doll, Mandy Ann,
+which the Colonel had bought in Savannah, never
+took the place of Judy, who was her favorite, together
+with the scarlet cloak, which she would seldom let out
+of her sight. During the day she kept it round her,
+saying, "Me's cold," and at night she had it near her
+bed where she could see it the first thing in the morning.</p>
+
+<p>The Colonel knew the town was full of speculation
+and surmises, but he did not care. Surmises which
+went wide of the mark were better than the real truth
+would have been, and that he could not tell. He had
+left a large part of his past in Florida, and trusted it
+would not follow him. He could not leave the little
+girl, and he meant to do his duty by her, outwardly
+at least. He had no love for her, and could not manufacture
+one. He would rather she had never been
+born; but inasmuch as she was born, and was very
+much alive, she must be cared for.</p>
+
+<p>There was a private baptism in his library one Sunday
+afternoon, and she was christened Amy Eudora.
+Amy was for his mother; Eudora for no one knew
+whom, except Peter, who thought of the smelly letter,
+and knew that Eudora was for the young mother,
+dead somewhere in Florida. But he held his tongue,
+and tried to make up to the little girl her loss of
+Shaky, for whom she cried for days. Then, as she
+grew accustomed to her surroundings, she became
+contented, and her merry chatter filled the house
+from morning till night. Every one was devoted to
+her, except the Colonel. He was kind, but never
+encouraged her advances; never kissed her, never
+took her in his lap, or allowed her in his library. She
+called him father, and he answered to the name, while
+she was Eudora Harris to others. He tried at first
+to call her Amy, but she stoutly resisted.</p>
+
+<p>"Me's Dory. Shaky and Mandy Ann calls me
+Dory," she would say, with a stamp of her foot, refusing
+to answer to any name but Dory, which came
+at last to be Dora as she grew older.</p>
+
+<p>She learned to read in the new school-house by the
+south gate of the park, and when she heard that the
+Colonel built it, she called it hers, and queened it over
+her companions with an imperiousness worthy of the
+Colonel himself. When questioned of her old home
+her answers were vague. There was a river somewhere,
+and her mother was sick, and she reckoned she
+had no father but Shaky.</p>
+
+<p>As she grew older, she became very reticent of her
+past, and, if she remembered it at all, she held her
+tongue, like Peter. Once, when she was more than
+usually aggressive, claiming not only the school-house
+but everything in and around it, she was told
+by the children that she lived with niggers till she
+came to Crompton Place, and they guessed her
+mother was one, and nobody knew anything about
+her anyway. There was a fierce fight in which Dora
+came off victorious, with a scratch or two on her face
+and a torn dress. That afternoon the Colonel was
+confronted by what seemed a little maniac, demanding
+to know if her mother was black, and if she had
+lived only with negroes until she came to Crompton.</p>
+
+<p>"No, to both questions, and never let me hear another
+word on the subject as long as you live," was
+the Colonel's answer, given with a sternness before
+which the girl always quailed.</p>
+
+<p>She was afraid of the Colonel, and kept aloof from
+him as much as possible, rarely seeing him except at
+meal times, and then saying very little to him and
+never dreaming how closely he watched her, attributing
+every pecularity, and she had many, to the Harris
+taint, of which he had a mortal terror. But however
+much or little there might have been of the Harris
+blood in her, the few who knew her found her charming,
+as she grew from childhood into a beautiful girl
+of eighteen, apparently forgetful of everything pertaining
+to her Florida home. The doll-house, with
+all the expensive toys bought for her, had been banished
+to a room in the attic, and with them finally
+went Judy and Mandy Ann. The red cloak she
+seemed to prize more than all her possessions. It was
+more in keeping with her surroundings than Judy,
+and she often wrapped it around her as she sat upon
+the piazza, when the day was cool, and sometimes
+wore it on her shoulders to breakfast in the morning.
+Once she asked the Colonel where it came from, and
+he answered "Savannah," and went on reading his
+paper with a scowl on his forehead which warned her
+she was on dangerous ground. He was not fond of
+questions, and she did not often trouble him with
+them, but lived her silent life, increasing in beauty
+with every year, and guarded so closely from contact
+with the outer world that she scarcely had an intimate
+acquaintance.</p>
+
+<p>It was not the Colonel's wish that she should have
+any. Indeed, he hardly knew what he did want. He
+was aristocratic, and exclusive, and wished to make
+her so, and keep her from contact with the common
+herd, as he secretly designated the people around
+him. He knew she was beautiful, with an imperiousness
+of manner she took from him, and a sweet
+yielding graciousness she took from her mother.
+Sometimes a smile, or turn of her head, or kindling in
+her eyes, would bring the dead woman so vividly to
+his mind that he would rise suddenly and leave the
+room, as if a ghost were haunting him. On these occasions
+he was sterner than usual with Eudora, who
+chafed under the firm rein held upon her, and longed
+to be free.</p>
+
+<p>The Colonel had it in his mind to take her to Europe,
+hoping to secure a desirable marriage for her.
+He should tell her husband, of course, who she was,
+knowing that money and position would atone for the
+Harris blood, and feeling that in this way he would
+be entirely freed from the page of life which did not
+now trouble him much. He was still Crompton of
+Crompton, with his head as high as ever. The Civil
+War had swept over the land like a whirlwind. Tom
+Hardy had been among the first to enlist in the
+Southern army, and been killed in a battle. The
+Colonel had heard of his death with a pang, and also
+with a certain feeling of relief, knowing that he was
+about the only one who possessed a knowledge of his
+folly, or his whereabouts. There was still Jake, who
+wrote occasionally, asking for his <i>lill Miss</i> and telling
+of Mandy Ann, whom the war had made free, and
+who had married Ted, and was living in her own house
+outside the clearing. Everything was out of the
+way except Eudora, who, before he had proposed his
+trip to Europe, took herself from him in a most summary
+manner. The restraint laid upon her was becoming
+more than she could bear, and she rebelled
+against it.</p>
+
+<p>"I shall elope some day&mdash;see if I don't," she said
+to Peter, who still remained in the family, and was
+her confidant in most things. "I shall say 'yes' to the
+first man who proposes, and leave this prison for the
+world, and the grand sights which Adolph says are
+everywhere. Here I am, cooped up with no young
+society, and seldom allowed to attend a picnic, or
+party, or concert, and I do so enjoy the latter, only
+I often feel as if I could do better than the professionals.
+Adolph says I can, and he knows."</p>
+
+<p>Adolph Candida was her music teacher, who, alone
+of the young men in Crompton, had free access to the
+house. He was a fine fellow as well as teacher, and
+had done much to develop Dora's taste and love for
+music, which had strengthened with her years, until
+her voice was wonderful for its scope and sweetness.
+Naturally there sprang up between the young people
+an affection which ripened into love, and Candida
+was told by Eudora to ask her father's sanction to
+their marriage. That she could stoop to care for her
+music teacher the Colonel never dreamed, and was
+speechless with surprise and anger when asked by the
+young Italian for her hand. To show him the door
+was the work of a moment, and then Dora was sent
+for. She came at once, with a look in her eyes which
+made the Colonel hesitate a little before he told her
+what he had done, and what he expected her to do.</p>
+
+<p>"If you disobey me in the slightest, you are no
+longer a daughter of my house," he said, in the cold,
+hard tone which Dora knew so well, and had feared
+so much.</p>
+
+<p>But the fear was over now. Something had transformed
+the timid girl into a woman, with a courage
+equal to the Colonel's. For a time she stood perfectly
+still, with her eyes fixed upon the angry man, listening
+to him until he spoke of her as the daughter of the
+house; then, with a gesture of her hands, which bade
+him stop, she exclaimed, "I did not know I was
+daughter of anything. For fifteen years I have lived
+here, and though you have been kind to me in your
+way, you have surrounded yourself with an air of reserve
+so cold and impregnable that I have never dared
+ask you who I am, since I was a child, and asked
+you about my mother. You told me then never to
+mention that subject again, and I never have. But
+do you think I have forgotten that I had a mother?
+I have not. I do forget some things in a strange
+way. They come in a moment and go, and I cannot
+bring them back, but the face I think was mother's
+is not one of them. Of my father I remember nothing.
+I have been told that when you brought me here
+you said he was a scoundrel! Are you he? Are you
+my father?"</p>
+
+<p>The Colonel was white as a sheet, and his lips
+twitched nervously, as if it were hard for them to
+frame the word No, which came at last decidedly.
+Over Dora's face a look of disappointment passed,
+and her hands grasped the back of a chair in front of
+her, as if she needed support.</p>
+
+<p>"If you are not my father, who and what was my
+mother?" was her next question, and the Colonel
+replied, "She was an honest woman. Be satisfied
+with that."</p>
+
+<p>"I never for a moment thought her dishonest,"
+the girl exclaimed, vehemently. "I remember her as
+some one seen in a dream&mdash;a frail little body, with a
+sweet face which seldom smiled. There were other
+faces round us&mdash;dusky ones&mdash;negroes, weren't they?"</p>
+
+<p>Her eyes compelled the Colonel to bow assent, and
+she continued, "I thought so, and our home was
+South; not a grand home like this, but a cabin, I
+think. Wasn't it a cabin?"</p>
+
+<p>Again the Colonel bowed, and Dora went on,
+"There came a day when it was full of people, and
+somebody was in a box, and I sat in Shaky's lap. I
+have never forgotten him. He was all the father I
+knew."</p>
+
+<p>The Colonel drew a long breath, and she went on,
+"He held me up, and bade me kiss the white face in
+the box. That was my mother?"</p>
+
+<p>Again her eyes made the Colonel bow assent, and
+she continued, "After that there is a blank, with
+misty recollections of another box on the table, and a
+walk across hot sands with Shaky, and then I came
+here, where you have tried hard to blot all the past
+from my memory, as if it were something of which
+to be ashamed. But I shall find my mother's family
+some day, and Shaky, if he is living, and shall know
+all about it. There was a girl, too&mdash;Mandy Ann. I
+called the doll you gave me for her. She took care of
+me when Shaky didn't. He is more distinct. He
+took you to the graves the day you came for me, and
+I went with you and showed you my play-house under
+the palm tree&mdash;the poor little thing, but dearer to me
+than the best you have ever given me, because it was
+hedged round with love, even if it were the love of
+negroes. Things are coming back to me now so
+vividly, pressing on my brain which feels as if it would
+burst, and I remember the blacks, and their prayer
+meetings, and the songs they sang, and their hallelujahs
+and amens sound in my ears, and I think they
+always have, and helped me on and up when I have
+been practising difficult music. When a child at
+school I was often taunted and mocked for what the
+children called my negro brogue and talk. We had
+several battles in which I generally beat, although
+I was one against a dozen. There is a good deal of
+fight in me which I must have inherited from my
+father, who, I suppose, was a Southerner, if you are
+not he."</p>
+
+<p>The Colonel only glared at her, and she continued,
+"I have been told, too, that there is a negro twang
+in my voice, and I am glad of it, and try to imitate the
+sounds which come to me from a past I so dimly
+remember, and which I think are echoes from some
+negro <i>prar</i> meeting. You see I have not forgotten
+the dialect of my early surroundings, and some day&mdash;I
+tell you again, I shall find the place and the graves
+of my people, and know what you have kept from me
+so carefully."</p>
+
+<p>"Better not. You'll be sorry if you do. Your
+mother's family were Crackers," the Colonel said.
+"You would not be proud of the connection, although
+they were respectable people."</p>
+
+<p>If Dora had ever heard of Crackers she knew very
+little about them, and cared less. She was greatly
+excited, and her eyes flashed and glowed with that
+light which Mr. Mason and Peter had noticed years
+before, and from which the Colonel turned away as
+from something dangerous.</p>
+
+<p>"My mother was a Cracker? My father was a Mr.
+Harris&mdash;a Cracker, too. I am not your daughter, as
+I have been weak enough at times to believe, and&mdash;yes,
+I will confess it&mdash;I was weak enough to be proud
+that I was a Crompton; but that is over now; my
+father and mother were Crackers. I am a Cracker,
+and Eudora Harris. I am eighteen, and my own
+mistress&mdash;amenable to the authority of no one. I am
+glad for that, as it makes me free to do as I please.
+Good evening."</p>
+
+<p>She bowed and left the room, leaving him stunned
+that she dared defy him, and half resolved to call her
+back and tell her the truth. But he didn't, and it was
+years before he saw her again.</p>
+
+<p>The next morning she was missing. She had gone
+with Candida&mdash;where, he took no pains to inquire.
+She sent him a New York paper, with a notice of her
+marriage, and the names of herself and husband in the
+list of passengers sailing on the Celtic. He put the
+paper in the fire with the tongs, and after that a great
+silence fell upon the house, and the Colonel grew more
+reserved than ever, and more peculiar. He forbade
+the servants to mention Dora's name, or tell him
+where she was, if they knew. They didn't know, and
+many years went by, and to all intents and purposes
+she was dead to those who had known her as a bright,
+beautiful girl. Jake, who wrote to inquire for her,
+was told that she had run away and married, and the
+Colonel neither knew nor cared where she was, and
+was not to be troubled with any more letters, which
+he should not answer. Jake was silenced, and there
+was no link connecting the Colonel with the past,
+except his memory which lashed him like the stings
+of scorpions. His hair turned white as snow; there
+was a stoop between his shoulders, and his fifty-five
+years might have been sixty-five, he aged so fast, as
+time went on, and his great house became so intolerable
+to him that he at last hailed with delight an event
+which, sad as it was in some respects, brought him
+something of life and an interest in it.</p>
+
+</div><!--end chapter-->
+
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<h2><a name="PART_II"></a>PART II</h2>
+
+</div><!--end chapter-->
+
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<h2><a name="2CHAPTER_I"></a>CHAPTER I<br/>
+HOWARD CROMPTON TO JACK HARCOURT</h2>
+
+<p class="right">
+"Crompton House, June &mdash;, 18&mdash;.
+</p>
+
+<p class="letter">
+"Dear Jack:
+</p>
+
+<p>"I have bearded the lion in his den and found him
+a harmless old cove, after all, with many of his fangs
+extracted. You know, I am the son of his half-brother,
+who was many years his junior. I fancy the
+two never agreed very well, and when I wrote, proposing
+that I should visit Crompton House, I was
+surprised at the cordial reply, bidding me pack up my
+traps and come at once. I packed up and came, and,
+if I know myself, I shall stay. I am the only near
+relative he has in the world. He has a large estate to
+dispose of, was never married, and, of course, has no
+children, unless&mdash;*</p>
+
+<p>"There must everlastingly be an <i>unless</i>, or a <i>but</i>
+somewhere, and here it is&mdash;a big one in the shape of a
+woman&mdash;a lovely woman, too, if she is nearer forty
+than twenty. Don't you remember I once told you of
+a girl whom my uncle brought home from the South,
+and who ran off with her music teacher, an Italian.
+Well, she is here&mdash;a wreck physically and mentally in
+one sense; not exactly insane, but with memory so impaired
+that she can tell nothing of her past, or perhaps
+she does not wish to. She always says, when
+questioned about it, 'I don't remember, and it makes
+my head ache to try.'</p>
+
+<p>"It seems her first husband, Candida, took her
+abroad and gave her every advantage in music, both
+in Paris and Italy. When he died she married Homer
+Smith, an American, who was associated with him in
+some way. After his return to America he got up
+what was known as the 'Homer Troupe.' He
+dropped his last name, thinking the <i>Smith</i> Troupe
+would not sound as well as Homer. His wife was the
+drawing card. She had a wonderful voice as a girl,
+they say, with a peculiarly pathetic tone in it, like
+what you hear in negro concerts, and it was this and
+her beauty which took with the people. She hated
+the business, but was compelled to sing by her husband,
+who, I fancy, was a tyrant and a brute. They
+starred it in the far West mostly, until her health
+and mind gave way, and she went raving mad on the
+stage, I believe. He put her in a private asylum in
+San Francisco. How long she was there I don't know,
+and she don't know. She was always a little queer,
+they say, and people predicted she would be crazy
+some time. Her husband died suddenly in Santa
+Barbara. Just before he died he tried to say something,
+but could only manage to give his physician
+the Colonel's address, and say, 'Tell him where my
+wife is.'</p>
+
+<p>"Off started the Colonel, lame, and gouty, and
+rheumatic as he is, and brought her home, and has
+set her up as a kind of queen whose slightest wish is
+to be obeyed. To do her justice she has not many
+wishes. She is very quiet, talks but little, and seems
+in a kind of brown study most of the time. Occasionally
+she rouses up and asks if we are sure he is
+dead&mdash;the he being her husband&mdash;the last one, presumably.
+When we tell her he is she smiles and says,
+'I think I'm glad, for now I shall never have to sing
+again in public.' Then she says in a very different
+tone, 'Baby is dead, too; and my head has ached so
+hard ever since that I cannot think or remember,
+only it was sudden and took my life away.'</p>
+
+<p>"She has an old red cloak which at times she wraps
+around a shawl, and cuddles it as if it were a baby,
+crooning some negro melody she heard South. There
+must have been a little child who died, but she is not
+clear on the subject. Sometimes it is a baby; sometimes
+a grown girl; sometimes it died in one place;
+sometimes in another; but always just before she was
+going to sing, and the room was full of coffins until
+she sank down, and knew no more. Whether my
+uncle has taken pains to inquire about the child, I
+don't know. He does not like children, and is satisfied
+to have Amy back, and is trying to atone for his
+former harshness. He calls her Amy, instead of
+Eudora, because the latter was the name by which she
+was known in the Homer Troupe, and he saw it
+flaunted on a handbill advertising the last concert in
+which she took part.</p>
+
+<p>"Don't think I have heard all this from him. He
+is tighter than the bark of a tree with regard to his
+affairs, and I do not think any one in the town knows
+anything definite about her singing in public, or the
+asylum; but there is a servant, Peter, who has grown
+old in the family. He knows everything, and has told
+me about my uncle bringing the child home, and how
+she cried for days for Shaky, a colored man, and slept
+in the red cloak, and kept it around her in the day-time
+because he gave it to her. I have learned that
+she was never lawfully adopted, and that my uncle
+has made no will. Still she must be something to
+him, but certainly not his lawful child, or why his
+reticence with regard to her. I am the only near
+relative bearing the Crompton name. I have made
+myself very necessary to him&mdash;am in fact, in a way, a
+son of the house. He is very much broken, and if
+he dies without a will&mdash;*</p>
+
+<p>"Well, all things come to him who waits, and I
+can afford to wait in such comfortable quarters. Do
+you catch on, and call me a scamp with your Puritanical
+notions? Not so fast, old fellow. You have
+chosen to earn your living delving at the law. I earn
+mine by being so useful to my uncle that he will not
+part with me. He has already made me a kind of
+agent to attend to his business, so that I look upon
+myself as permanently fixed at Crompton House for
+as long as I choose to stay. It is a grand old place,
+with an income of I do not know how many thousands,
+and if I should ever be fortunate enough to be
+master, I shall say that for once in his life Howard
+Crompton was in luck. I want you to come here,
+Jack, when you have finished visiting your sister. I
+asked my uncle if I could invite you, and he said,
+'Certainly; I like to have young people in the house.
+It pleases Amy.'</p>
+
+<p>"This is wonderful, as they say he used to keep
+young people away, almost with lock and key, when
+she was young. But now anything which pleases
+Amy pleases him.</p>
+
+<p>"And now for another matter which involves a
+girl, Eloise Smith. Who is she, you ask? Well, she
+is neither high born, I fancy, nor city bred; nor much
+like the girls from Wellesley and Lasell, with whom
+we used to flirt. She is a country school-ma'am, and
+is to be graduated this month in the Normal School
+in Mayville, where you are visiting. What is she to
+me? Nothing, except this: She has haunted me ever
+since I heard of her, and I can't get rid of an idea
+that in some way she is to influence my life. You
+know I was always given to presentiments and vagaries,
+and she is the last one. I might not have
+thought much of her if my uncle were not in a great
+way on her account. Long ago when they changed
+the name of the town from Troutburg to Crompton
+in his honor, he built a school-house on his premises,
+and gave it to the town. Since then he has felt that
+he had a right to control it, and say who should teach,
+and who shouldn't. For a long time the people
+humored him, and made him school inspector, whose
+business it was to examine the teachers with regard
+to their qualifications. With his old time notions, he
+had some very old-time questions, which with others,
+he always propounded. As a test of scholarship they
+were ridiculous; but he was Col. Crompton, and the
+people shrugged their shoulders and laughed at what
+they called the Crompton formula. Here are a few of
+the questions: First, What is logic? Second, Why
+does the wind usually stop blowing when the sun goes
+down? I don't know; do you? and we are both Harvarders.
+The third introduces a man in old Colburn's
+Arithmetic, driving his sheep or geese to
+market. The fourth is a scorcher, and has to do with
+the diameter of a grindstone, after a certain number
+of inches have been ground from it. Then comes
+what I call the <i>pi&egrave;ce de r&eacute;sistance</i>, but which my uncle
+called 'killing two birds with one stone.' He has a
+fad on writing and spelling, and required his victims
+to put on paper the following:</p>
+
+<p>"'Mr. Wright has a right
+To write the rites of the church.'</p>
+
+<p>"Blamed if I didn't get stuck on that last <i>rite</i>
+when he gave it to me! If the teachers got safely
+through with the sheep, or geese, and the grindstone,
+and Mr. Wright, and the rest of them, he gave them a
+certificate declaring them qualified to teach a district
+school. In these days of methods, and analysis, and
+different ways of looking at things, all that is exploded,
+and the Crompton people have dropped my
+uncle, who is furious, and charges it to young blood,
+and the normal schools which have sprung up, and
+in which he does not believe. 'No matter how many
+diplomas a girl may have,' he says, 'proving that she
+has stood up in a white gown, and read an essay nobody
+within four feet of the rostrum could hear, or
+care to hear, if they could, she ought to pass a good
+solid examination to see if she were rooted and
+grounded in the fundamentals,' and when he heard
+that a normal graduate was engaged for District No.
+5, he swore a blue streak at the girl, the trustee who
+hired her, and the attack of gout which keeps him a
+prisoner in the house, and will prevent his interviewing
+Miss Smith, as he certainly would if he were able.
+I tried to quiet him by offering to interview her myself.
+Think of me in a district school-house, talking
+to the teacher about the diameter of a grindstone!
+The absurdity must have struck my uncle. You
+should have seen the look he gave me over his spectacles,
+as he said, 'You, who know nothing, except
+ball games, and boat races, and raising the devil generally,
+interview a girl with a diploma! You would
+probably end by making love to her, but I won't have
+it; mind, I won't have it! Remember, you are a
+Crompton, and no Crompton ever married beneath
+him!' Here he stopped suddenly, and turned so
+white that I was alarmed, and asked what ailed him.</p>
+
+<p>"'Nothing,' he said, 'nothing but a twinge. I had
+an awful one.'</p>
+
+<p>"I suppose he referred to his foot, which was
+pretty bad that day. After a little, quite to my surprise,
+he said, 'If you knew anything yourself, you
+might manage to see if this Smith girl knows anything.
+Amy can coach you. She is rooted and
+grounded. She was taught in the old school-house,
+which I would never have given the town but for
+her.'</p>
+
+<p>"What he meant I don't know. What I do know
+is that Amy has told me why the wind stops blowing
+when the sun goes down, but I'll be hanged if I
+understand much about the rarefaction of the air.
+Do you? She was very glib with the sheep and the
+geese, but the grindstone made her head ache, and
+she gave it up. I think, however, I have all the
+knowledge necessary to judge whether a girl is rooted
+and grounded, and now I want to know something
+about the girl. Manage to see her while you are in
+Mayville. Attend the commencement exercises. She
+is sure to read an essay in a white gown. Write me
+what she is like, and if I am likely to fall in love with
+her. Come as soon as you can.</p>
+
+<p class="right">
+"Always your friend,          <br/>
+"HOWARD CROMPTON."
+</p>
+
+</div><!--end chapter-->
+
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<h2><a name="2CHAPTER_II"></a>CHAPTER II<br/>
+JACK HARCOURT TO HOWARD CROMPTON</h2>
+
+<p class="right">
+Mayville, July &mdash;, 18&mdash;.
+</p>
+
+<p class="letter">
+"Dear Howard:
+</p>
+
+<p>"That you are a scamp of the first water goes without
+saying, insinuating yourself into an eccentric old
+man's confidence in hopes to be his heir! I dare say,
+Amy is his daughter, and you will have to work for a
+living after all, and serve you right, too. But have
+a good time while you can, and I'll help you after a
+little, as I accept your invitation with pleasure.</p>
+
+<p>"Now for the girl! I have seen her, and if there
+was ever a case of love at first sight, I'm that case. It
+was this way. Mayville is not a very lively place,
+and when my sister, Mrs. Lovell, who you know has
+a summer home here, suggested one morning that we
+attend the commencement exercises of the Normal
+School, saying, that twenty-five or thirty young girls
+were to be graduated, I concluded that it was better
+than nothing. I hate such places, as a rule, they are
+so close and stuffy, and the essays so long and dull,
+and the girls all look pretty much alike, and I begged
+Bell to get a seat as near the door as possible, so I
+could go out when it became unendurable. Just then
+your letter was brought to me, and after reading it,
+nothing could have kept me from Eloise Smith. I
+asked Bell if she knew her.</p>
+
+<p>"'I don't know many of the girls by name,' she
+said, 'but I have heard of Eloise Smith. She sings
+in the choir, and is a basket-boarder of Mrs. Brown's.'</p>
+
+<p>"'What the mischief is a basket-boarder?' I asked,
+and Bell explained that girls sometimes hire a room,
+and bring their food from home, and have the family
+with whom they lodge cook it for them, or cook it
+themselves on the family stove. A kind of picnic to
+get an education, you see, and just think of all we
+spent uselessly in college. Why, it would keep a lot
+of basket-boarders. Well, we started for the chapel,
+which was literally crammed, and the thermometer
+at ninety. You know, Mr. Lovell is wealthy, and
+from New York, and that makes Bell a kind of swell
+woman in the place, while I fancy your humble servant
+had something to do with the attention we received.
+Instead of a seat by the door, we were pushed
+to the front, within ten feet of the rostrum, and I was
+wedged in with Bell on one side of me, afraid I'd jam
+her sleeves, and on the other side was a woman, who
+weighed at least two hundred, and was equally afraid
+of her sleeves. In front of me was a hat so big that
+I couldn't begin to see all the stage, and but for
+Eloise I'd have got out some way, I was so uncomfortable
+with Bell fanning on one side till that rheumatic
+spot on my shoulder, which troubled me some
+at Harvard, began to ache, and the fat woman the
+other side mopping her face with a handkerchief saturated
+with cheap perfumery, and the big hat in front
+flopping and nodding this way and that, and no place
+to stretch my long legs.</p>
+
+<p>"There was a prayer, a song circle, and <i>et ceteras</i>,
+and a great flutter in a row of white dresses, and
+many colored ribbons to my left. 'The Graduates,'
+Bell whispered, and the business of the day began.
+There were eight in all to read essays&mdash;nice looking
+girls, and much like the Lasells and Wellesleys we
+used to know. As for the essays&mdash;well, there was
+either a good deal of bosh in them, or a profundity of
+learning and thought to which Jack Harcourt never
+attained. But the people cheered like mad whenever
+one was ended, and sent up flowers, while I grew
+hotter and hotter, and when the seventh went up,
+and unfolded the 'Age of Progress and Reason,'
+which looked as if it might last an age, I made up
+my mind to bolt, and said so to Bell.</p>
+
+<p>"'Keep still; there's only one more after this one,
+and that is Eloise Smith,' she said.</p>
+
+<p>"I thought of you, and settled myself for another
+fifteen minutes, while a red-haired girl in glasses went
+through the 'Age of Progress and Reason' with
+great applause, and a basket of flowers, and bowed
+herself off the stage. There was a little delay. Somebody
+had fainted. I wonder they didn't all faint, the
+air was so hot and thick; and to crown all, the window
+near us had to be shut, because that fat woman
+didn't want a draught on her back! When they got
+the fainting person out, and the window shut, I saw
+the flutter of a white dress, and knew the eighth and
+last essay was coming.</p>
+
+<p>"'That's Eloise,' Bell said, as a slender little girl
+walked on to the rostrum, looking as fresh, and cool,
+and sweet as a&mdash;well, as the white lilies of which I am
+so fond.</p>
+
+<p>"'By George!' I said, so loud that those nearest
+me must have heard me, and wondered what ailed me.</p>
+
+<p>"Perhaps she heard me, for she looked at me with
+her beautiful eyes, which steadied me, and kept me
+quiet all through her essay. Don't ask me what it
+was about. I don't know. I was so absorbed in the girl
+herself, she was so graceful, and pretty, and self-possessed,
+and her voice was so musical that I could think
+of nothing but her; and when she finished I cheered
+louder than anybody else, and kept on cheering as
+they do in plays when they want them to come back,
+till Bell nudged my side, and whispered, 'Are you
+crazy? Everybody is looking at you.'</p>
+
+<p>"I was a little ashamed to be spatting away alone,
+but it pleased the fat woman, who proved to be Mrs.
+Brown, the keeper of the basket-boarders.</p>
+
+<p>"'That's Miss Smith. She done nice, didn't she,
+and she or'to of had some flowers,' she said to me;
+and then I remembered with a pang that not a flower
+had been sent up to her&mdash;the flower of them all&mdash;and
+wished I had a whole green-house to give her.</p>
+
+<p>"Did she think of it? I wondered, as I watched her
+after she sat down. The big hat had moved a little,
+and I could see the top of Eloise's head, with its crown
+of reddish-brown hair, on which a gleam of sunshine
+from a window fell, bringing out tints of gold, as well
+as red. That sounds rather poetical, don't it? for a
+prosy chap who professes never to have been moved
+by any piece of femininity, however dainty. I'll confess
+I was moved by this little girl. She is very slight
+and very young, I judge. I like Mrs. Brown, and
+do not think her perfumery bad, or herself very fat,
+and am glad they had the window shut for her. I
+wouldn't have her in a draught for anything, because
+she told me Eloise was the nicest girl she ever had
+in her house, and the best scholar in her class. Of
+course she is; I'd swear to that. She may not be
+rooted and grounded in the fundamentals your queer
+old uncle thinks necessary, and I doubt if she knows
+about the grindstone, and the rest of it. I'd laugh to
+see a great hulking fellow like you questioning her on
+such subjects. I've a great mind to write out the
+lingo, and send it to her anonymously, so she will be
+prepared to satisfy your uncle, who, I fancy, is the
+Great Mogul of Crompton.</p>
+
+<p>"I got quite chummy with Mrs. Brown before the
+exercises were over, and she told me Eloise lived in
+North Mayville with her grandmother, and that she
+was real glad she had a place to teach in Crompton,
+for she needed it.</p>
+
+<p>"'Poor?' I asked, feeling ashamed of myself for
+the question.</p>
+
+<p>"But Mrs. Brown saw nothing wrong in it, and
+answered, 'Very.'</p>
+
+<p>"Just then Bell nudged me again, and said, 'Let's
+go. We can get out now. You don't care to see
+them receive their diplomas?'</p>
+
+<p>"But I did, and sat it out till Eloise had hers, and I
+saw her face again, and saw, too, what I had not
+noticed before, that her dress looked poor and plain
+beside the others. Of course she's poor; but what
+do I care for that? I am a good deal struck, you
+see, and if there were nothing else to bring me to
+Crompton, Eloise would do it. So expect me in
+September about the time her school commences.
+When will that be?</p>
+
+<p class="right">
+"Very truly,          <br/>
+"JACK HARCOURT."
+</p>
+
+</div><!--end chapter-->
+
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<h2><a name="2CHAPTER_III"></a>CHAPTER III<br/>
+ELOISE</h2>
+
+<p>It was a brown, old-fashioned house such as is common
+in New England, with low ceilings, high windows,
+and small panes of glass, and in the centre a
+great chimney of a fashion a hundred years ago. In
+the grass plot at the side, where clothes were bleached
+and dried, there should have been a well-sweep and
+curb to complete the picture, but instead there was a
+modern pump where an elderly woman was getting
+water, and throwing away three or four pails full, so
+that the last might be fresh and sparkling for the
+coffee she was to make for the early breakfast.
+Above the eastern hills the sun was rising, coloring
+everything with a rosy tinge, and the air was full of
+the song which summer sings, of flowers and happy
+insect life, when she is at her best. But the woman
+neither heard the song nor saw the sunshine, her
+heart was so heavy with thoughts of the parting
+which was so near.</p>
+
+<p>"I can't let her know how bad I feel," she said,
+fighting back her tears, as she prepared the dainty
+breakfast which she could scarcely touch, but which
+her grand-daughter, Eloise, ate with the healthy appetite
+of youth, and then turned her attention to
+strapping her trunk, while her grandmother began to
+fill a paper box with slices of bread and butter, and
+whatever else she could find, and thought Eloise
+would like on the road.</p>
+
+<p>"There, I've got it done at last, and hope it will
+hold till I get there, the old lock is so shaky," Eloise
+said, rising to her feet, and shedding back from her
+face a mass of soft, fluffy hair.</p>
+
+<p>"Please don't put up any more lunch. I can never
+eat it all," she continued, turning to her grandmother;
+then, as she saw the tears dropping from the
+dim, old eyes, she sprang forward, and exclaimed,
+"Don't cry. You know we promised we would both
+be brave, and it is not so very long to Christmas. I
+shall certainly be home then, and Crompton is not so
+very far away."</p>
+
+<p>With a catching kind of sob, the elder woman
+smiled upon the bright face uplifted to hers, and said:
+"I didn't mean to cry, and I am going to be brave.
+I am glad you have the chance."</p>
+
+<p>"So am I," the girl replied, her spirits rising as her
+grandmother's tears were dried. "Ever since I was
+engaged to go to Crompton I have felt an elation of
+spirits, as if something were going to come of it. If
+it were not for leaving you, and I had heard from
+California, I should be very happy. When a letter
+comes, forward it at once, and if necessary I shall go
+there during the holidays, and bring her home. I am
+glad we have her room all ready for her. I must see
+it once more."</p>
+
+<p>Running upstairs she opened the door of a large
+chamber, and stood for a moment inspecting it.
+Everything was plain and cheap, from the pine washstand
+to the rag carpet on the floor; but it was cosey
+and home-like, and the girl who had worked in it so
+much, papering and painting it herself, with her
+grandmother's help, and then arranging and rearranging
+the furniture until it suited her, thought
+it fine, and said to herself, "She'll like it better than
+any room she ever had at the grandest hotel. I wish
+she were here. Mother's room, good-by."</p>
+
+<p>She kissed her hand to it and ran downstairs, for it
+was time to go. The train was drawing up at the
+station, a short distance from her grandmother's
+door, and in a few minutes she was speeding away
+towards Crompton. At nearly the same hour Jack
+Harcourt was starting from New York for his promised
+visit to Crompton. His letter has given some
+insight into his character, but a look at his face will
+give a better. It was not a very handsome face, but
+it was one which every man, and woman, and child
+would trust, and never be deceived. For a young
+man of twenty-six he had seen a good deal of life,
+both at home and abroad, but the bad side had made
+but little impression upon him.</p>
+
+<p>"It slips from Jack like water from a duck's back,
+while we poor wretches get smirched all over,"
+Howard Crompton was wont to say of him, when
+smarting from some temptation to which he had
+yielded, and which Jack had resisted.</p>
+
+<p>They had been friends since they were boys of
+eighteen in Europe, and Howard had nursed him
+through a fever contracted in Rome. They had also
+been chums in Harvard, where both had pulled
+through rather creditably, and where Jack had acted
+as a restraint upon Howard, who was fonder of larks
+than of study.</p>
+
+<p>"Are you sure he is the right kind of friend for
+you?" Jack's sister&mdash;who was many years his senior,
+and who stood to him in the place of a mother&mdash;sometimes
+said to him; and he always answered, "He isn't
+a bad sort, as fellows go. Too lazy, perhaps, for a
+chap who has nothing but expectations from a
+crabbed, half-cracked old uncle, and not always quite
+on the square. But he is jolly good company, and I
+like him."</p>
+
+<p>Something of this sort he said to his sister, who was
+in her New York home on the day when he was
+starting for Crompton, and had expressed her doubts
+of Howard's perfect rectitude in everything.</p>
+
+<p>"He isn't a saint," he said to her, "but I don't forget
+how he stuck to me in that beastly place on the
+Riviera, while every soul of the party but him hurried
+off, afraid of the fever. He is having a grand
+time at Crompton, and I'm going to help him a while,
+and then buckle down to hard work in the office. So
+good-by, and don't worry."</p>
+
+<p>He kissed her and hurried off to the station, bought
+the "Century," put several expensive cigars in the
+pocket of his overcoat, took a chair in a parlor car,
+and felt, as the train sped away out of the city, that it
+was good to live, and that Crompton held some new
+pleasure and excitement for him, who found sunshine
+everywhere.</p>
+
+<p>Moving in the same direction and for the same
+point was another train, in which Eloise sat, dusty
+and tired, and homesick for the old grandmother and
+the house under the big poplar tree. Added to this
+was a harrowing anxiety for news from California.</p>
+
+<p>"If I do not hear by Christmas, I shall certainly
+take an extra week in my vacation, and go there,"
+she thought; and then she began to wonder about
+Crompton, and District No. 5, and if she would have
+any trouble with the big boys and girls, and how she
+would like Mrs. Biggs, who had boarded the school
+teachers for twenty years, and was to board her; and
+if by any chance she would ever see the inside of the
+Crompton House, of which she had heard from a
+friend who had visited in the town and had given
+glowing descriptions of it.</p>
+
+<p>At last, as the air in the car grew cooler, she fell
+asleep, and did not waken till the sun was down, and
+a great bank of black clouds was looming up in the
+west, with mutterings of thunder, and an occasional
+flash of lightning showing against the dark sky. She
+might not have wakened then if the car had not given
+a lurch, with a jar which brought every one to his
+feet. The train was off the track, and it would be two
+or three hours before it was on again, the conductor
+said to the crowd eagerly questioning him. There
+was nothing to do but wait, and Eloise did it philosophically.
+She had dined from her lunch box in the
+middle of the day, and was now glad that her grandmother
+had put so much in it, as it not only served
+her for supper, but also a tired mother and two hungry
+children. As the car began to grow close again,
+she left it for a breath of the fresh air, which blew over
+the hills as the storm came nearer. She heard some
+one say it was time for the New York Express, which
+was to pass them at Crompton, and it soon came
+thundering on, but stopped suddenly when it found
+its progress impeded. She saw the passengers alight
+to ascertain the cause of the hindrance, and heard
+their impatient exclamations at the delay, which
+would seriously inconvenience some of them.</p>
+
+<p>"It may be midnight before we reach Crompton.
+I wonder if Howard will meet me at that late hour,"
+she heard a young man say, the smoke from his cigar
+blowing in her face as he passed where she was sitting
+on a stump.</p>
+
+<p>"He is sure to be there. I saw him day before
+yesterday, and he is wild to have you come. I fancy
+he finds it rather dull with only a cranky old man and
+a half-crazy woman for associates. Howard wants life
+and fun," was the reply of his companion, and then
+the two young men were out of hearing.</p>
+
+<p>Who Howard was, or the cranky old man and
+half-crazy woman, Eloise had no idea, nor did she
+give them a thought. One thing alone impressed
+her,&mdash;the late hour when she would probably arrive
+at Crompton. Would any one be there to meet her,
+or any conveyance, and if not, how was she to find her
+way to Mrs. Biggs?</p>
+
+<p>"Grandma says never cross a river till you reach it,
+when you will probably find a plank, if nothing more,"
+she thought, and settled herself to wait through the
+long hours which elapsed before the welcome "All
+aboard!" was sounded, and the two trains were under
+way,&mdash;the accommodation in front, and the express
+in the rear.</p>
+
+<p>The storm had broken before the trains started,
+and it increased in such violence that when Crompton
+was reached it was raining in torrents. The wind was
+like a hurricane, with alternate flashes of lightning
+which lit up the darkness, and peals of thunder
+which seemed to shake the trains as they stopped to
+let off their passengers. There were but two, the
+young man from the parlor car, and the girl from
+the accommodation. The girl was almost drenched
+to the skin in the downpour before she could open
+her cotton umbrella, which was at once turned inside
+out. Holding her satchel with one hand and struggling
+to keep her hat on her head with the other, she
+was trying to reach the shelter of the station, where a
+faint light was shining, when the violence of the wind
+and rain drove her backwards, almost into the arms
+of a young man hurrying past her, in a slouched hat
+and water-proof coat. Thinking him an official, she
+seized his arm and said, "Oh, please, sir, tell me is
+there any one here from Mrs. Biggs's, or any way to
+get there?"</p>
+
+<p>Her question was inopportune, for at that moment
+the stranger's umbrella met a like fate with her own,
+and was turned inside out, while hers, loosened by
+the opening of her hand, went sailing off into the
+darkness and rain. She thought she heard an oath
+before the stranger replied that he knew nothing of
+Mrs. Biggs, and did not think any conveyance was
+there at that hour.</p>
+
+<p>"Hallo, Jack! Is that you? and did you ever
+know such an infernal storm? Nearly takes one off
+his feet. My umbrella has gone up; so will yours if
+you open it. Didn't see you till I was right on you,"
+was his next exclamation, as a vivid flash of lightning
+lit up the platform, and showed Eloise two young
+men clasping hands within three feet of her.</p>
+
+<p>Howard Crompton had been to the station at the
+appointed time, and learned of the delay of the train
+in which he expected his friend. Later a telephone
+had told him when the belated train would arrive, and
+the carriage was again ordered, the coachman grumbling,
+and the Colonel swearing to himself at having
+the horses go out in such a storm. To Howard he
+said nothing. That young man had so ingratiated
+himself into his uncle's good opinion, as to be nearly
+master of the situation. He wrote and answered most
+of the Colonel's letters, collected his rents, and looked
+after his business generally, and did it so well that the
+Colonel was beginning to feel that he could not get on
+without him, and to have serious thoughts of making
+it worth his while to stay indefinitely.</p>
+
+<p>Nothing could have been further from Howard's
+wishes than going out so late at night, and in such a
+storm, but the one unselfish passion of his life was his
+attachment to Jack Harcourt. He was not very well
+pleased with the wetting he got, as his umbrella was
+turned inside out; nor at all interested in the girl
+asking so timidly for Mrs. Biggs, and in his pleasure
+at meeting Jack he forgot her entirely, until the same
+flash of lightning which showed her the two men
+showed them her white face, with an appealing expression
+on it which Jack never passed by, whether
+it were matron or maid who needed his help. Who
+the drooping little figure was, with the water running
+down her jacket and off her hat in streams, he had no
+idea from the glimpse he had of her features as the
+lightning played over them for a moment. That she
+was in trouble was evident, and in return to Howard's
+greeting, he said, "This is a corker of a storm, and
+no mistake, and I do believe I am wet through,
+but,&mdash;" and he spoke a little lower,&mdash;"there's a girl
+here near us,&mdash;alone, too, I do believe."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, I know," Howard replied. "The station
+master will see to her. Come on to the carriage. The
+horses are plunging like mad. Sam can't hold them
+much longer."</p>
+
+<p>He moved away, but Jack stood still, for a second
+flash of lightning had shown him Eloise's face again.
+It was very pale, and tears, as well as rain, were on her
+cheeks.</p>
+
+<p>"Can I do anything for you?" he said, opening his
+umbrella, and holding it over her.</p>
+
+<p>His voice was that of a friend, and Eloise recognized
+it as such, and answered, "I don't know. I am
+a stranger. I want to go to Mrs. Biggs's. Do you
+know where she lives?"</p>
+
+<p>"I am a stranger, too, and have never heard of
+Mrs. Biggs," Jack replied; "but the station agent
+will know. He ought to be here. Hallo! you, sir!
+Why are you not attending to your business? Here
+is a young lady," he called out, as the agent at last
+appeared coming slowly toward them, holding a lantern
+with one hand, and his cap on with the other.</p>
+
+<p>"I didn't s'pose there was anybody here but Mr.
+Crompton's friend. Who is she? Where does she
+want to go? There ain't no conveyance here for
+nowhere at this hour," he said, throwing the light of
+his lantern fully on Eloise, whose face grew, if possible,
+a shade paler, and whose voice shook as she
+replied, "I want to go to Mrs. Biggs's. I am to
+board with her. I am the new school teacher, Miss
+Smith. Can I walk there when the storm is over?
+How far is it?"</p>
+
+<p>"Great guns!" Jack said under his breath, holding
+the whole of his umbrella now over the girl instead
+of half, while the agent replied, "Walk to Widder
+Biggs's! I'd say not. It's two good miles from here.
+You'll have to sit in the depot till it stops rainin' a
+little, and I'll find you a place till mornin'. Tim
+Biggs was here when the train or'to of come, and
+said he was expectin' a schoolmarm. Be you her?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, oh, yes; thank you. Let me get into the
+station as soon as I can. My umbrella is gone, and I
+am so cold and wet," Eloise said, with catches in her
+breath between the words.</p>
+
+<p>"Hold on a minit," the agent continued. "The
+Crompton carriage goes within quarter of a mile of
+the Widder Biggs's. I guess the young man will take
+you. I will ask him."</p>
+
+<p>"No, let me. I'm sure he will," Jack interrupted
+him, and thrusting his umbrella into Eloise's hand,
+he stumbled through the darkness to the corner
+where he heard Howard calling to him, "Jack, Jack,
+where in thunder are you?"</p>
+
+<p>"Here," Jack replied, making for the voice, and
+saying to Howard when he reached him, "Howard,
+that's Eloise Smith, the girl I wrote you about,&mdash;the
+school teacher. She hasn't a dry rag on her. Her
+umbrella is lost. She wants to go to Widow Biggs's.
+The agent says it is not far from the Crompton Place.
+Can't we take her? Of course we can. I'll go for
+her."</p>
+
+<p>He hurried off as well as he could, leaving Howard
+in no very amiable frame of mind. He had laughed
+at Jack's rhapsodies over Eloise Smith, and said to
+himself, "His interest in her will never be very lasting,
+no matter how pretty she is. Jack Harcourt and
+a basket-boarder! Ha, ha! Rich. Still, I'd like to
+see her."</p>
+
+<p>After that he had nearly forgotten her in his absorbing
+efforts to keep the right side of his uncle,
+and entertain Amy. And now she was here, and Jack
+was proposing to have him take her to Widow Biggs's,
+which was a quarter of a mile beyond the park gates,
+Sam said, when consulted as to the widow's whereabouts.
+There was no help for it, but he didn't like
+it, and there was a scowl on his face as he waited for
+Jack, who came at last with Eloise and the agent,
+whose lantern shed a dim light on the handsomely-cushioned
+carriage when the door was open.</p>
+
+<p>"I'm not fit to get in there, I am so wet," Eloise
+said, drawing back a little.</p>
+
+<p>"As fit as we are," Jack replied, almost lifting her
+in, and tilting his umbrella till one of the sticks struck
+Howard in the eye, increasing his discomposure, and
+making him wish both Eloise and Mrs. Biggs in a
+much dryer place than he was.</p>
+
+<p>"Now, Howard, in with you. There's a little lull
+in the rain. We'll take advantage of it," Jack continued,
+as he followed Howard into the carriage,
+where both sat down opposite Eloise, who crouched
+in her corner, afraid she did not know of what. Certainly
+not of the man who had been so kind to her,
+and who she wished was sitting in front of her, instead
+of the one who did not speak at all, except to ask
+Sam how the deuce they were to know when they
+reached the Widow Biggs's.</p>
+
+<p>"Easy enough. It is a squat-roofed house with
+lalock and piney bushes in the yard."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, but how are we to see a squat roof with lalocks
+and pineys on this beastly night?" Howard
+rejoined, in a tone which told that he was not anticipating
+his trip to the widder Biggs's. "Drive on, for
+heaven's sake," he continued, "and don't upset us.
+It is darker than a pocket."</p>
+
+<p>"No, sir, not if I can help it. I never knew the
+horses so 'fraid. Easy, Cass&mdash;easy Brute," Sam
+answered, as in response to a flash of lightning Brutus
+and Cassius both stood on their hind feet and pawed
+the air with terror. "Easy, easy, boys. Lightnin'
+can't strike you but once," Sam continued soothingly
+to the restless, nervous horses, who were at last
+gotten safely from the station, and started down the
+road which lead through the village to Crompton
+Place.</p>
+
+</div><!--end chapter-->
+
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<h2><a name="2CHAPTER_IV"></a>CHAPTER IV<br/>
+THE ACCIDENT</h2>
+
+<p>For a short time the carriage went on smoothly and
+swiftly through the town, where the street lamps of
+kerosene gave a little light to the darkness. Once
+out of town in the country Sam became less sure
+of his way, and as he could not see his hand before
+him, he finally left the matter to the horses, trusting
+their instinct to keep in the road.</p>
+
+<p>"I shall know when I reach the gate, and so will
+Brute and Cass; but we've got to go farther to the
+Widder Biggs's, and darned if I b'lieve they'll know
+the place," he thought, with a growing conviction of
+his inability to recognize Mrs. Biggs's squat roof and
+lilacs and peonies.</p>
+
+<p>The storm which had abated for a short time was
+increasing again. The peals of thunder were more
+frequent, and with each flash of lightning the horses
+grew more unmanageable, until at last they flew along
+the highway at a speed which rocked the carriage
+from side to side, and began at last to alarm its occupants.
+Eloise in her corner was holding fast to the
+strap, when a lurid flame filled the carriage for an instant
+with a blaze of light. She had removed her hat,
+and her face, silhouetted against the dark cushions,
+startled both the young men with its beauty. It was
+very white, except the cheeks which were flushed with
+excitement. Her lips were apart, but her chief
+beauty was in her eyes, which were full of terror, and
+which shone like stars as they looked from one young
+man to the other.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, I am afraid. Let me out. I'd rather walk,"
+she cried, starting to her feet and grasping the handle
+of the door.</p>
+
+<p>"Please be quiet. There is no danger. You must
+not get out," Howard said, laying both his hands on
+hers, which he held for a moment, and pressed by
+way of reassuring her as he pushed her gently back
+into her seat.</p>
+
+<p>She felt the pressure and resented it, and releasing
+her hands put them behind her, lest in the darkness
+they should be touched again. The same lightning
+which had showed her face to Howard had also given
+her a glimpse of his black eyes kindling with surprise
+and admiration at a beauty he had not expected. A
+lurch of the carriage sent Jack from his seat, and
+Eloise felt him close beside her. Was he going to
+squeeze her hands, too? She didn't know, and was
+holding them closely pressed behind her, when there
+was another flash, a deafening peal of thunder, a
+crash, and the next she knew the rain was falling upon
+her face, her head was lying against some one's arm,
+and two pairs of hands were tugging at her collar
+and jacket.</p>
+
+<p>"Do you think she is dead?" was asked, in the
+voice which had told her not to be afraid.</p>
+
+<p>"Dead!" a second voice replied. "She cannot be
+dead. She must not be. Miss Smith, Miss Smith!
+Where are you hurt?"</p>
+
+<p>It was on the arm of this speaker she was lying,
+and she felt his breath on her face as he bent over
+her. With a great effort she moved her head and
+answered, "I'm not dead, nor hurt either, except my
+foot, which is twisted under me."</p>
+
+<p>"Thank God!" Jack said, and instantly the two
+pairs of hands groped in the dark for the twisted foot.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh!" Eloise cried, sitting upright, as a sharp
+pain shot from her ankle to her head. "Don't touch
+me. I can't bear it. I am afraid it is broken. What
+has happened, and where is the carriage?"</p>
+
+<p>"Home by this time, if Brutus and Cassius have
+not demolished it in their mad fright," Howard said,
+explaining that at the last heavy peal of thunder
+the horses had swerved from the road and upset the
+carriage at the entrance to the park; that Sam had
+been thrown to some distance from the box, but had
+gathered himself up, and gone after the horses tearing
+up the avenue. "I shouted to him to come back with
+a lantern as quickly as possible. He'll be here soon,
+I think. Are you in great pain?"</p>
+
+<p>"When I move, yes," Eloise replied, and then, as
+the full extent of the catastrophe burst upon her, she
+began to cry,&mdash;not softly to herself, but hysterically,
+with sobs which smote both Howard and Jack like
+blows.</p>
+
+<p>It was a novel predicament in which they found
+themselves,&mdash;near midnight, in a thunderstorm, with
+a young girl on the ground unable to walk, and
+neither of them knowing what to do. Howard said
+it was a deuced shame, and Jack told her not to cry.
+Sam was sure to come with a lantern soon, and they'd
+see what was the matter. As he talked he put her
+head back upon his shoulder, and she let it lie there
+without protest.</p>
+
+<p>After what seemed a long time, Sam came up with
+a lantern. The carriage was badly injured, he said,
+having been dragged through the avenue on its side.
+Brutus had a gouge on his shoulder from running
+into a tall shrub; he had hurt his arm when he fell
+from the box, and the Colonel was not in a very pious
+state of mind on account of his damaged property.</p>
+
+<p>Eloise heard it all, but did not realize its import,
+her foot was paining her so badly. Jack had helped
+her up when Sam came, but she could not walk, and
+her face looked so white when the lantern light fell
+upon it, that both men feared she was going to faint.</p>
+
+<p>"What shall we do?" Howard asked, standing
+first on one foot and then on the other, and feeling
+the water ooze over the tops of his shoes.</p>
+
+<p>"Take her to the Crompton house, of course. It
+must be nearer than Mrs. Biggs's," Jack suggested.</p>
+
+<p>Before Howard could reply, Eloise exclaimed,
+"Oh, no, I can hop on one foot to Mrs. Biggs's if
+some one helps me. Is it far?"</p>
+
+<p>The two men looked inquiringly at each other and
+then at Sam, who was the first to speak. In the
+Colonel's state of mind, with regard to his carriage
+and his horses, he did not think it advisable to introduce
+a helpless stranger into the house, and he said,
+"I'll tell you what; did you ever make a chair with
+your hands crossed&mdash;so?"</p>
+
+<p>He indicated what he meant, and the chair was
+soon made, and Eloise lifted into it.</p>
+
+<p>"That's just the thing; but you'll have to put an
+arm around each of our necks to steady yourself,"
+Jack said. "So! That's right! hold tight!" he continued,
+as Eloise put an arm around each neck.</p>
+
+<p>Sam was directing matters, and taking up the lantern
+and Jack's umbrella, which he had found lying
+in the mud, he said, "I'll light the way and hold the
+umbrella over you. It don't rain much now."</p>
+
+<p>"My hat and satchel, please," Eloise said, but
+neither could be found, and the strange cort&eacute;ge
+started.</p>
+
+<p>For an instant the ludicrousness of the affair struck
+both young men, convulsing them with laughter to
+such an extent that the chair came near being pulled
+apart and Eloise dropped to the ground. She felt it
+giving way, and, taking her arm from Howard, clung
+desperately to Jack.</p>
+
+<p>"Don't let me fall, please," she said.</p>
+
+<p>"No danger; hold fast as you are," Jack answered
+cheerily, rather enjoying the feeling of the two arms
+clasping his neck so tightly.</p>
+
+<p>What Howard felt was streams of water trickling
+down his back from the umbrella, which Sam held at
+exactly the right angle for him to get the full benefit
+of a bath between his collar and his neck. He did
+not like it, and was in a bad frame of mind mentally,
+when, after what seemed an eternity to Eloise, they
+came to three or four squat-roofed houses in a row,
+at one of which Sam stopped, confidently affirming
+it was the Widder Biggs's, although he could not see
+the "lalock and pineys."</p>
+
+<p>"Knock louder! Kick, if necessary," Howard
+said, applying his own foot to the door as there came
+no answer to Sam's first appeal.</p>
+
+<p>There was a louder knock and call, and at last a
+glimmer of light inside. Somebody was lighting a
+candle, which was at once extinguished when the
+door was open, and a gust of wind and rain swept in.</p>
+
+<p>"Are you Mrs. Biggs?" Sam asked, as a tall figure
+in a very short night-robe was for a moment visible.</p>
+
+<p>"Mrs. Biggs! Thunder, no! Don't you know a
+man from a woman? She lives second house from
+here," was the masculine response.</p>
+
+<p>The door was shut with a bang, and the cort&eacute;ge
+moved on to the third house, which, by investigating
+the lilac bushes and peonies, Sam made out belonged
+to the Widder Biggs. It was harder to rouse her
+than it had been to rouse her neighbor. She was a
+little deaf, and the noise of the wind and rain added to
+the difficulty. When she did awaken her first thought
+was of burglars, and there was a loud cry to her son
+Tim to come quick and bring his gun, for somebody
+was breaking into the house.</p>
+
+<p>"Robbers don't make such a noise as that! Open
+your window and see who's there," was Tim's sleepy
+answer, as Sam's blows fell heavily upon the door,
+accompanied with thuds from Howard's foot.</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Biggs opened her window cautiously, and
+thrust out her head, minus her false hair, and enveloped
+in a cotton nightcap.</p>
+
+<p>"Who is it? What has happened? Anybody sick
+or dead?" she asked; and Sam replied, "Miss Smith
+is here with a broken laig, for't I know!"</p>
+
+<p>"Miss Smith! A broken leg! For the land's sake,
+Tim, get up quick!" the widow gasped.</p>
+
+<p>Closing the window and putting on a skirt, she
+descended to the kitchen, lighted an oil lamp, and,
+throwing open the door, looked at the group outside.
+She was prepared for Sam and Miss Smith, and did
+not mind her deshabille for them. But at the sight
+of two gentlemen, and one of them young Mr.
+Crompton, she came near dropping her lamp.</p>
+
+<p>"Gracious goodness!" she exclaimed. "Mr.
+Crompton! And I half-dressed! Wait till I get on
+some clothes, and my hair, and my teeth. I am a
+sight to behold."</p>
+
+<p>"Never mind your teeth, nor your hair, nor your
+best gown," Sam said, pushing open the door Mrs.
+Biggs had partially closed, and entering the house,
+followed by Howard and Jack, with Eloise still clinging
+to Jack's neck, and half fainting with the pain
+in her ankle which had increased from hanging down
+so long.</p>
+
+<p>Tim had come by this time, fastening his suspenders
+as he came, and caring less for his appearance
+than his mother. She had disappeared, but soon returned
+with teeth, and hair, and clothes in place, and
+herself ready for the emergency. Following Tim's
+directions they had put Eloise on a couch, where she
+lay with her eyes closed, and so still that they thought
+she had fainted.</p>
+
+<p>"Bring the camphire, Timothy, and the hartshorn,
+and start up the oil stove for hot water, and move
+lively." Mrs. Biggs said to her son. "I don't believe
+she's broke her laig, poor thing. How white she is,"
+she continued, laying her hand on Eloise's forehead.</p>
+
+<p>This brought the tears in a copious shower, as
+Eloise sat up and said, "It is my ankle. I think it is
+sprained. If you could get off my boot."</p>
+
+<p>She tried to lift it, but let it drop with a cry of pain.</p>
+
+<p>"I'll bet it's sprained, and a sprain is wus than a
+break. I had one twenty years ago come Christmas,
+and went with my knee on a chair two weeks, and on
+crutches three," was Mrs. Biggs's consoling remark,
+as she held the lamp close to the fast-swelling foot,
+to which the wet boot clung with great tenacity.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, I can't bear it," Eloise said, as the process of
+removing her boot commenced; then, closing her
+eyes, she lay back upon the cushions, while one after
+another, Mrs. Biggs, Howard, Jack, and Tim worked
+at the refractory boot.</p>
+
+<p>It was such a small foot, Jack thought, pitying the
+young girl, as he saw spasms of pain upon her face,
+where drops of sweat were standing. He wiped these
+away with Mrs. Biggs's apron, lying in a chair, and
+smoothed her hair, and took one of her clenched
+hands in his, and held it while the three tried to remove
+the boot.</p>
+
+<p>"'Tain't no use,&mdash;it's got to be cut off,&mdash;mine did.
+Tim, bring me the butcher knife,&mdash;the sharpest one,"
+Mrs. Biggs said.</p>
+
+<p>Eloise shuddered, and thought of the only other
+pair of boots she had,&mdash;her best ones, which were to
+have lasted a year. But there was no alternative.
+The boot must be cut off, and Jack continued to hold
+her hands while, piece by piece, the wet leather
+dropped upon the floor.</p>
+
+<p>"Now for the stockin'; that'll come easier," Mrs.
+Biggs said.</p>
+
+<p>"Must you take that off now?" Eloise asked, her
+maidenly modesty prevailing over every other feeling.</p>
+
+<p>Howard and Jack understood, and went to the
+window, while the stocking followed the fate of the
+boot; and when they came back to the couch Eloise's
+foot was in a basin of hot water, and Mrs. Biggs was
+gently manipulating it, and declaring it the worst
+sprain she ever knew, except her own, which, after
+twenty years troubled her at times, and told her when
+a storm was coming.</p>
+
+<p>"Ought she to have a doctor?" Jack asked, and
+Mrs. Biggs replied, "A doctor? What for, except to
+run up a bill. I know what to do. She'll have to keep
+quiet a spell; wormwood and vinegar and hot water
+will do the rest. Tim, go up garret and get a handful
+of wormwood. It's the bundle of 'arbs to your right.
+There's catnip, and horehound, and spearmint, and
+sage, and wormwood. Be lively, and put it to steep
+in some vinegar, and bring me that old sheet in the
+under bureau drawer for bandages."</p>
+
+<p>She seemed to know what she was about. Eloise
+was in good hands, and the two water-soaked young
+men were about to leave when she said, "I guess one
+of you will have to carry her to her chamber. I can't
+trust Tim, he's such a blunderhead."</p>
+
+<p>"No, no! Oh, no! I can walk somehow," Eloise
+said, starting to her feet, and sinking back as quickly.</p>
+
+<p>"Let me. I'll carry her!" Howard and Jack both
+exclaimed; but something in Eloise's eyes gave the
+preference to Jack, who lifted her as easily as if she
+had been a child, and carried her up the narrow stairs
+to the room which at intervals had been occupied by
+one teacher after another for nearly twenty years, for
+it was understood that Mrs. Biggs was to board the
+teachers who had no home of their own in the district.</p>
+
+<p>But never had so forlorn or wretched an one been
+there as poor Eloise. The world certainly looked
+very dreary to her, and her lip quivered as she said
+good-by to Jack, and tried to smile in reply to his
+assurance that she would be better soon, and that he
+would call and see her on the morrow. Then he was
+gone, and Eloise heard the footsteps and voices of the
+three men as they left the house and hurried away.
+She was soon in bed, and as comfortable as Mrs.
+Biggs could make her. That good lady was a born
+nurse as well as a gossip, and as she arranged Eloise
+for what there was left of the night, her tongue ran
+incessantly, first on her own sprain,&mdash;every harrowing
+detail of which was gone over,&mdash;then on the two
+young men, Howard Crompton and t'other one, who
+was he? She knew Mr. Howard,&mdash;everybody did.
+He was Col. Crompton's nephew, and he ruled the
+roost at the Crompton House, folks said, and would
+most likely be the Colonel's heir, with Miss Amy, as
+folks called her now. Had Miss Smith ever heard of
+her?</p>
+
+<p>Eloise never had, and the pain in her ankle was so
+sharp that she gave little heed to what Mrs. Biggs
+was saying. She did not know either of the young
+men, she said. Both had been kind to her, and one,
+she thought, was a stranger, who came in the train
+with her.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, yes," Mrs. Biggs answered briskly. "I remember
+now. Cindy,&mdash;that's Miss Stiles, the housekeeper
+at Crompton Place,&mdash;told me Mr. Howard
+was to have company,&mdash;another high buck, I s'pose,
+though Howard don't do nothin' worse than drive
+horses pretty fast, and smoke most all the time.
+Drinks wine at dinner, they say, which I disbelieve in
+on account of Tim, who never took nothin' stronger'n
+sweet cider through a straw."</p>
+
+<p>At last, to Eloise's relief, Mrs. Biggs said good-night,
+and left her with the remark, "I don't s'pose
+you'll sleep a wink. I didn't the first night after my
+sprain, nor for a good many nights neither."</p>
+
+</div><!--end chapter-->
+
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<h2><a name="2CHAPTER_V"></a>CHAPTER V<br/>
+AMY</h2>
+
+<p>"If this isn't a lark I never had one," Howard said
+to Jack, when they were safely housed and had
+changed their clothes, not a thread of which was dry.</p>
+
+<p>Jack, whose luggage had not come, and who was
+obliged to borrow from Howard's wardrobe, looked
+like an overgrown boy in garments too small for him.
+But he did not mind it, and with Howard discussed
+the events of the evening, as they sat over the fire
+the latter had lighted in his room. Naturally Eloise
+was the subject of their conversation.</p>
+
+<p>"I wrote you I had a presentiment that she was to
+come into my life in some way, but I had no idea it
+was to be this way," Howard said, as he puffed at his
+cigar and talked of their adventure and Eloise.</p>
+
+<p>That she was very handsome and had pretty little
+feet went without saying, and that both were sorry for
+her was equally, of course. Jack was the more so,
+as his was the more unselfish and sympathetic nature.</p>
+
+<p>"By Jove, didn't she bear the cutting of that boot
+like a hero, and how is she ever to get to school with
+that ankle?" he said; "and I think she ought to have
+a doctor to see if any bones are broken. Suppose you
+get one in the morning, and tell him not to send his
+bill to her but to me."</p>
+
+<p>Howard looked up quickly, and Jack went on, "I
+wrote you that Mrs. Brown said she was poor, and I
+should know it by her boots."</p>
+
+<p>"Her boots!" Howard repeated, and Jack continued,
+"Yes, wet as they were I noticed they were
+half-worn, and had been blacked many times. She
+can't afford to pay many doctor's bills, and I ask you
+again, how is she to get to school?"</p>
+
+<p>Howard did not know, unless they made another
+chair and carried her.</p>
+
+<p>"I wouldn't mind it much for the sake of her arm
+around my neck. I can feel it yet. Can't you?" he
+said.</p>
+
+<p>Jack could feel it and the little wet hand which
+once or twice had touched his face, but something in
+his nature forbade his talking about it. It might have
+been fun for them, but he knew it was like death to
+the girl, and that she had shrank from it all, and only
+submitted because she could not help it. He was
+very sorry for her, and thought of her the last moment
+before he fell asleep, and the first moment he
+awoke with Howard in the room telling him it was
+after breakfast time, and his uncle, who did not like
+to be kept waiting, was already in a temper and blowing
+like a northeaster.</p>
+
+<p>The Colonel, who was suffering from an attack of
+rheumatic gout, was more irritable than usual. He
+had not liked having his horses and carriage go out
+in the rain, and had sat up waiting for the return of
+his nephew, and when Sam came in, telling what had
+happened to the carriage and horses, and that he must
+go back with a lantern to the park gates and see if the
+new school mistress was alive, he went into a terrible
+passion, swearing at the weather, and the late train,
+and the school mistress who he seemed to think was
+the cause of the accident.</p>
+
+<p>"What business had she in the carriage? Why
+did she come in such a storm? Why didn't she
+take the 'bus, and if the 'bus wasn't there, why didn't
+she&mdash;?" He didn't know what, and it took all the
+tact of Peter, who was still in the family and old like
+his master, to quiet him.</p>
+
+<p>Then next morning his gout was so bad that he was
+wheeled into the dining-room, where he was fast
+growing angry at the delay of breakfast, and beginning
+to swear again when Peter, who knew how to
+manage him, went for Amy. Nothing quieted the
+Colonel like a sight of Amy, with her sweet face and
+gentle ways.</p>
+
+<p>"Please come. It's beginning to sizzle," Peter frequently
+said to her when a storm was brewing, and
+Amy always went, and was like oil on the troubled
+waters.</p>
+
+<p>"What is it?" she now asked, and the Colonel replied,
+"What is it! I should say, what is it! There's
+the very old Harry to pay. Brutus has a big hole in
+his breast, the carriage is smashed, silk cushions all
+stained with a girl's blue gown, and that girl the
+school-teacher I didn't want; and she's broken her
+leg or something when they tipped over, and Howard
+and his friend carried her to Widow Biggs's, and
+the Lord knows what didn't happen!"</p>
+
+<p>Amy had a way of seeming to listen very attentively
+when the Colonel talked to her, and always
+smiled her appreciation and approbation of what he
+said. Just how much she really heard or understood
+was doubtful. Her mind seemed to run in two
+channels,&mdash;one the present, the other the past,&mdash;and
+both were blurred and indistinct,&mdash;especially the past.
+She understood about the young girl, however, and at
+once expressed her sympathy, and said, "We must
+do something for her."</p>
+
+<p>To do something for any one in sickness or trouble
+was her first thought, and many a home had been
+made glad because of her since she came to Crompton.</p>
+
+<p>"Certainly; do what you like, only don't bring her
+here," the Colonel replied, his voice and manner
+softening, as they always did with Amy.</p>
+
+<p>She was a very handsome woman and looked
+younger than her years. The storm which had swept
+over her had not impaired her physical beauty, but
+had touched her mentally in a way very puzzling to
+those about her, and rather annoying to the Colonel,
+who was trying to make amends for the harshness
+which had driven her from his home. Sometimes her
+quiet, passive manner irritated him, and he felt that
+he would gladly welcome the old imperiousness with
+which she had defied him. But it was gone. Something
+had broken her on the wheel, killing her spirit
+completely, or smothering it and leaving her a timid,
+silent woman, who sat for hours with a sad, far-off
+expression, as if looking into the past and trying to
+gather up the tangled threads which had in a measure
+obscured her intellect.</p>
+
+<p>"The Harrises are queer," kept sounding in the
+Colonel's ears, with a thought that the taint in the
+Harris blood was working in Amy's veins, intensified
+by some great shock, or series of shocks.</p>
+
+<p>Once, after he brought her home, he questioned
+her of her life as a singer, and of the baby, which she
+occasionally mentioned, but he never repeated the
+experiment. There was a fit of nervous trembling,&mdash;a
+look of terror in her eyes, and a drawn expression
+on her face, and for a moment she was like the girl
+Eudora when roused. Then, putting her hand before
+her eyes as if to shut out something hateful to her,
+she said, "Oh, don't ask me to bring up a past I can't
+remember without such a pain in my head and everywhere,
+as if I were choking. It was very dreadful,&mdash;with
+<i>him</i>,&mdash;not with Adolf,&mdash;he was so kind."</p>
+
+<p>"Did he ever beat you?&mdash;or what did the wretch
+do? <i>Smith</i>, I mean," the Colonel asked, and Amy replied,
+"Oh, no; it wasn't that. It was a constant
+grind, grind,&mdash;swear, swear,&mdash;a breaking of my will,
+till I had none left. He never struck me but once,
+and then it was throwing something instead of a blow.
+It hit me here, and it has ached ever since."</p>
+
+<p>She put her hand to one side of her temple, and
+went on, "It was the night I heard baby was dead,
+and I said I could not sing,&mdash;but he made me, and I
+broke down, and I don't know much what happened
+after till you came. I can't remember."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, but the baby,&mdash;where did it die, and when?"
+the Colonel asked.</p>
+
+<p>Amy had been getting quiet as she talked, but at
+the mention of the baby, she began to tremble again,
+and beat the air with her hands.</p>
+
+<p>"I don't know, I don't know," she said. "He
+took her away, and she died. It is so black when I
+try to think how it was, and it goes from me. Wait
+a bit!" She sat very still a moment, and then in
+a more natural voice said, "It may come back sometime,
+and then I will tell you. It makes me worse to
+talk about it now. It's this way: The inside of my
+head shakes all over. The doctor said it was like a
+bottle full of something which must settle. I <i>am</i>
+settling here where everybody speaks so low and
+kind, but when I am a little clear, with the sediment
+going down, if you shake up the bottle, it is thick
+and muddy again, and I can't remember."</p>
+
+<p>"By Jove!" the Colonel said to himself, "that
+bottle business isn't a bad comparison. She is all
+shaken up, and I'll let her settle."</p>
+
+<p>He did not question her again of her life with
+Homer Smith, or of the baby. Both were dead, and
+he felt that it was just as well that they were. Homer
+Smith ought to be dead, and as to the baby it would
+have been very upsetting in the house, and might
+have been queer, like the Harrises, or worse yet, like
+its <i>cuss</i> of a father. On the whole, it was better as it
+was, although he was sorry for Amy, and would do all
+he could to make her happy, and some time, perhaps,
+she would remember, and tell him where the baby
+was buried, and he'd have it brought to Crompton,
+and put in the Crompton vault. As for Homer
+Smith, his carcase might rot in the desert of Arizona,
+or anywhere, for aught he cared. He was very gentle
+and patient with Amy, and watched the settling of
+the bottle with a great deal of interest. Sometimes
+he wondered how much she remembered of her
+Florida life, if anything, and what effect the mention
+of Jaky and Mandy Ann would have upon her, and
+what effect it would have upon her if he took her to
+the palmetto clearing, and found the negroes, if living.
+But pride still stood in the way. More than
+thirty-five years of silence were between him and
+the past, which to all intents was as dead as poor
+Dory; and why should he pull aside the dark curtain,
+and let in the public gaze and gossip. He couldn't
+and he wouldn't. All he could do for Amy in other
+ways he would, and for her sake he controlled himself,
+mightily, becoming, as Peter said, like a turtle dove
+compared to what he once was, when the slightest
+crossing of his will roused him into fury.</p>
+
+<p>Harsh, loud tones made Amy shiver, and brought
+a look into her eyes which the Colonel did not like to
+see, and with her he was usually very docile, or if
+roused, the touch of her hand and the expression of
+her eyes subdued him, as they did now when he told
+her of his broken carriage and ruined cushions and
+the young girl for whom Amy at once wished to do
+something.</p>
+
+<p>"Certainly," he had said; "only don't bring her
+here," and he was beginning to wonder where
+Howard was, and to feel irritated at the delay, when
+the latter came in with Jack, and found a tolerably
+urbane and courteous host.</p>
+
+<p>Naturally the conversation turned upon the storm
+and accident, the particulars of which were briefly
+gone over, while Amy stirred her coffee listlessly
+and did not seem to listen. She was very lovely, Jack
+thought, with no sign of her mental disorder, except
+the peculiar expression of her eyes at times. Her
+dress was faultless, her manner perfect, her language
+good, and her smile the sweetest and saddest he had
+ever seen, and Jack watched her curiously, while the
+conversation drifted away from Eloise, in whom the
+Colonel felt no interest. She was a graduate, and
+probably knew nothing of what he thought essential
+for a teacher to know. She was not rooted and
+grounded in the fundamentals. Probably she had
+never heard of the grindstone, or the sheep, and could
+not work out the problems if she had. She was superficial.
+She belonged to a new generation which had
+put him and his theories on the shelf. Her blue dress
+had stained the cushions of his carriage, and there was
+a puddle of water in the hall where Sam had put down
+her satchel and hat, which had been found in the
+driveway near the stable. They had been thrown
+from the carriage, and lain in the rain all night. The
+hat was soaked through and through, and the ribbons
+were limp and faded; but he did not care a rap what
+became of them, he said to himself, when Howard
+spoke of them and their condition, saying that bad as
+they were he presumed she wanted them.</p>
+
+<p>Amy on the contrary was instantly on the alert, and
+as they passed through the hall from the dining-room,
+and she saw the poor crushed hat, she said to Jack,
+"Is it hers?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, and I'm afraid it is ruined," Jack answered,
+taking it in his hand and examining it critically.</p>
+
+<p>"I will fix it," Amy replied, and, carrying it to her
+room, she tried to bend it into shape and renovate
+the bows of ribbon.</p>
+
+<p>But it was beyond her skill.</p>
+
+<p>"She can never wear it. I must send her one of
+mine," she said, selecting a hat which she wore when
+walking in the park. "You must take it to the young
+lady at Mrs. Biggs's. What is her name? I don't
+think I understood; they were all talking together
+and confused me so," she said to her maid, who had
+heard of the adventure from Sam, but had not caught
+the right name.</p>
+
+<p>"It is Louise something. I don't remember
+what," she replied.</p>
+
+<p>"Louise! That sounds like baby's name, and it
+makes my head ache to think of it," Amy said sadly,
+going to the window, and looking out at the rain and
+fog, for the weather had not cleared.</p>
+
+<p>It was a wet morning, and Howard, who liked his
+ease, shrugged his shoulders when Jack suggested
+that they should call upon Miss Smith.</p>
+
+<p>"She ought to have her satchel and her hat," Jack
+said, and Howard replied, "Oh, Amy sent Sarah off
+with a hat half an hour ago. She would send all her
+wardrobe if she thought the girl wanted it, and, by
+George! why didn't she send a pair of boots? She
+has dozens of them, I dare say," he continued, as he
+recalled the bits of leather they had cut from Eloise's
+foot, and left on Mrs. Biggs's floor.</p>
+
+<p>Jack had spoken of her boots, and he readily acceded
+to Howard's proposition to ask Amy if she had
+any cast-offs she thought would fit Miss Smith.
+"They must wear about the same size, the girl is
+so slight," Howard said as he went to Amy's room,
+where he found her still standing by the window
+drumming upon the pane as if fingering a piano and
+humming softly to herself. She never touched the
+grand instrument in the drawing-room, and when
+asked to do so and sing, she answered, "I can't; I
+can't. It would bring it all back and shake up the
+bottle. I hate the memory of it when I sang to the
+crowd and they applauded. I hear them now; it is
+baby's death knell. I can never sing again as I did
+then."</p>
+
+<p>And yet she did sing often to herself, but so low
+that one could scarcely understand her words, except
+to know they were some negro melody sung evidently
+as a lullaby to a child. As Howard came up to her
+he caught the words, "Mother's lil baby," and knew
+it was what she sometimes sang with the red cloak
+hugged to her bosom.</p>
+
+<p>"Miss Amy," he said, "I wonder if you haven't
+a pair of half-worn boots for the young lady at Mrs.
+Biggs's? We had to cut one of hers off, her foot was
+so swollen."</p>
+
+<p>Amy was interested at once, and ordered Sarah,
+who had returned from Mrs. Biggs's, to bring out all
+her boots and slippers, insisting that several pairs be
+sent for the girl to choose from. Sarah suggested
+that slippers would be better than boots, as the young
+lady could not wear the latter in her present condition.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," Amy said, selecting a pair of white satin
+slippers, with high French heels and fanciful rosettes.
+"I wore them the night he told me baby was dead.
+I've never had them on since. I don't want them.
+Give them to her. They are hateful to me."</p>
+
+<p>Amy was in a peculiar mood this morning, such as
+sometimes came upon her and made Peter say she
+was a chip of the old block, meaning the Colonel,
+who he never for a moment doubted was her father.
+Sarah's suggestion that white satin slippers would
+be out of place made no difference. They must go.
+She was more stubborn than usual, and Sarah accounted
+for it by saying in a low tone to Howard,
+"Certain spells of weather always affect her and send
+her back to a night when something dreadful must
+have happened. Probably the baby she talks about
+died. She's thinking about it now. Better take the
+slippers. I've heard her talk of them before and
+threaten to burn them."</p>
+
+<p>"All right," Howard said. "Miss Smith can send
+them back if she does not want them."</p>
+
+<p>The slippers were made into a parcel so small that
+Howard put them in his pocket and said he was
+ready. It had stopped raining, and as the young men
+preferred to walk they set off through the park,
+laughing over their errand and the phase of excitement
+in which they found themselves. Jack liked it,
+and Howard, too, began to like it, or said he should
+if the girl proved as good-looking by daylight as she
+had been in the night.</p>
+
+</div><!--end chapter-->
+
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<h2><a name="2CHAPTER_VI"></a>CHAPTER VI<br/>
+AT MRS. BIGGS'S</h2>
+
+<p>Notwithstanding Mrs. Biggs's prediction that she
+would not sleep a wink, Eloise did sleep fairly well.
+She was young and tired. Her ankle did not pain her
+much when she kept it still, and after she fell asleep
+she did not waken till Mrs. Biggs stood by her bed
+armed with hot coffee and bandages and fresh wormwood
+and vinegar.</p>
+
+<p>"Do you feel like a daisy?" was Mrs. Biggs's
+cheery greeting, as she put down the coffee and bowl
+of vinegar in a chair and brought some water for
+Eloise's face and hands.</p>
+
+<p>"Not much like a daisy," Eloise answered, with
+a smile, "but better than I expected. I am going to
+get up."</p>
+
+<p>"Better stay where you be. I did, and had 'em
+wait on me," Mrs. Biggs said; but Eloise insisted,
+thinking she must exercise.</p>
+
+<p>She soon found, however, that exercising was a
+difficult matter. Her ankle was badly swollen, and
+began to ache when she moved it, nor did Mrs.
+Biggs's assurance that "it would ache more until
+it didn't ache so bad" comfort her much. She managed,
+however, to get into a chair, and took the
+coffee, and submitted to have her ankle bathed and
+bandaged and her foot slipped into an old felt shoe
+of Mrs. Biggs's, which was out at the toe and out at
+the side, but did not pinch at all.</p>
+
+<p>"Your dress ain't dry. You'll catch your death of
+cold to have it on. You must wear one of mine,"
+Mrs. Biggs said, producing a spotted calico wrapper,
+brown and white,&mdash;colors which Eloise detested.</p>
+
+<p>It was much too large every way, but Mrs. Biggs
+lapped it in front and lapped it behind, and said the
+length would not matter, as Eloise could only walk
+with her knee in a chair and could hold up one
+side. Eloise knew she was a fright, but felt that she
+did not care, until Mrs. Biggs told her of the hat
+which the lady from Crompton Place had sent her,
+and that Sarah had said the young gentlemen would
+probably call.</p>
+
+<p>"I've been thinking after all," she continued, "that
+it is better to be up. The committee man, Mr. Bills,
+who hired you, will call, and you can't see him and
+the young men here. I'm a respectable woman, and
+have boarded the teachers off and on for twenty
+years,&mdash;all, in fact, except Ruby Ann, who has a
+home of her own,&mdash;and I can't have my character
+compromised now by inviting men folks into a bedroom.
+You must come down to the parlor. There's
+a bed-lounge there which I can make up at night, and
+it'll save me a pile of steps coming upstairs."</p>
+
+<p>"How am I to get there?" Eloise asked in dismay,
+and Mrs. Biggs replied, "It'll be a chore, I guess,
+but you can do it. I did when my ankle was bad. I
+took some strong coffee, same as I brought you, had
+my foot done up, and slid downstairs, one at a time,
+with my lame laig straight out. I can't say it didn't
+hurt, for it did, but I had to grin and bear it.
+Christian Science nor mind cure wasn't invented then,
+or I should of used 'em, and said my ankle wasn't
+sprained. There's plenty of nice people believes 'em
+now. You can try 'em on, and we'll manage somehow."</p>
+
+<p>Eloise was appalled at the thought of going downstairs
+to meet people, and especially the young men
+from Crompton, clad in that spotted brown and white
+gown, with nothing to relieve its ugliness, not even a
+collar, for the one she had worn the previous day was
+past being worn again until it had been laundered.
+She looked at her handkerchief. That, too, was impossible.</p>
+
+<p>"Mrs. Biggs," she said at last, "have you a handkerchief
+you can loan me?"</p>
+
+<p>"To be sure! To be sure! Half a dozen, if you
+like," Mrs. Biggs answered, hurrying from the room,
+and soon returning with a handkerchief large enough
+for a dinner napkin.</p>
+
+<p>It was coarse and half-cotton, but it was clean, and
+Eloise tied it around her neck, greatly to Mrs. Biggs's
+surprise.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh," she said, "you wanted it for that? Why
+not have a lace ruffle? I'll get one in a jiffy."</p>
+
+<p>Eloise declined the ruffle. The handkerchief was
+bad enough, but a lace ruffle with that gown would
+have been worse.</p>
+
+<p>"Now, I'll call Tim to go in front and keep you
+from falling. He is kind of awkward, but I'll go behind
+and stiddy you, and you grit your teeth and put
+on the mind cure, and down we go," Mrs. Biggs said,
+calling Tim, who came shambling up the stairs, and
+laughed aloud when he saw Eloise wrapped in his
+mother's gown.</p>
+
+<p>"Excuse me, I couldn't help it; mother has made
+you into such a bundle," he said good-humoredly, as
+he saw the pained look in Eloise's face. "I'll get
+your trunk the next train, and you can have your
+own fixin's. What am I to do?"</p>
+
+<p>This last was to his mother, who explained the way
+she had gone downstairs when she sprained her ankle
+twenty years ago come Christmas.</p>
+
+<p>"She must sit down somehow on the top stair and
+slide down with one before her,&mdash;that's you,&mdash;and
+one behind,&mdash;that's me,&mdash;and she's to put on the
+mind cure. Miss Jenks says it does a sight of good."</p>
+
+<p>Tim looked at his mother and then at Eloise, whose
+pitiful face appealed to him strongly.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, go to grass," he said, "with your mind cure!
+It's all rot! I'll carry her, if she will let me. I could
+of done it last night as well as them fine fellows."</p>
+
+<p>He was a rough young boy of sixteen, with uncouth
+ways; but there was something in his face
+which drew Eloise to him, and when he said, "Shall
+I carry you?" she answered gladly, "Oh, yes, please.
+I don't think I have any mind to put on."</p>
+
+<p>Lifting her very gently in his strong arms, while
+his mother kept saying she knew he'd let her fall, Tim
+carried her down and into the best room, where he
+set her in a rocking-chair, and brought a stool for her
+lame foot to rest upon, and then said he would go
+for her trunk, if she would give him her check. There
+was something magnetic about Tim, and Eloise felt
+it, and was sorry when he was gone. The world
+looked very dreary with the fog and rain outside,
+and the best room inside, with its stiff hair-cloth
+furniture, glaring paper and cheap prints on the wall&mdash;one
+of them of Beatrice Cenci, worse than anything
+she had ever seen. She was very fastidious in her
+tastes, and everything rude and incongruous offended
+it, and she was chafing against her surroundings,
+when Mrs. Biggs came bustling in, very much excited,
+and exclaiming, "For the land's sake, they are
+comin'! They are right here. They hain't let much
+grass grow. Let me poke your hair back a little
+from your forehead,&mdash;so! That's right, and more
+becomin'."</p>
+
+<p>"Who are coming?" Eloise asked.</p>
+
+<p>"Why, Mr. Crompton and his friend. I don't
+know his name," Mrs. Biggs replied, and Eloise felt
+a sudden chill as she thought of the figure she must
+present to them.</p>
+
+<p>If she could only look in the glass and adjust herself
+a little, or if Mrs. Biggs would throw something over
+the unsightly slipper and the ankle smothered in so
+many bandages. The mirror was out of the question.
+She had combed her hair with a side comb which had
+come safely through the storm, but she felt that it was
+standing on end, and that she was a very crumpled,
+sorry spectacle in Mrs. Biggs's spotted gown, with
+the handkerchief round her neck. Hastily covering
+her foot with a fold of the wide gown, she clasped her
+hands tightly together, and leaning her head against
+the back of her chair, drew a long breath and waited.</p>
+
+<p>She heard the steps outside, and Mrs. Biggs's
+"Good-mornin'; glad to see you. She is expectin'
+you, or I am. Yes, her laig is pretty bad. Swelled
+as big as two laigs, just as mine was twenty years ago
+come Christmas, when I sprained it. Tim brought
+her downstairs where she can see folks. She's in the
+parlor. Walk in."</p>
+
+<p>Eloise's cheeks were blazing, but the rest of her
+face was very pale, and her eyes had in them a hunted
+look as the young men entered the room, preceded
+by Mrs. Biggs in her working apron, with her sleeves
+rolled up.</p>
+
+<p>"Miss Smith, this is Mr. Crompton," she said,
+indicating Howard; "and the t'other one is&mdash;his
+name has slipped my mind."</p>
+
+<p>"Harcourt," Jack said, feeling an intense sympathy
+for the helpless girl, whose feelings he guessed and
+whose hand he held a moment with a clasp in which
+she felt the pity, and had hard work to keep the tears
+back.</p>
+
+<p>Howard also took her hand and felt sorry for her,
+but he did not affect her like Jack, and she did not like
+his eyes, which she guessed saw everything. He had
+a keen sense of the ridiculous, and the contrast
+between Eloise and the gown which he knew must
+belong to Mrs. Biggs struck him so forcibly that he
+could scarcely repress a smile, as he asked how she
+had passed the night. Mrs. Biggs answered for her.
+Indeed, she did most of the talking.</p>
+
+<p>"She slep' pretty well, I guess; better'n I did when
+I sprained my ankle twenty years ago come Christmas.
+I never closed my eyes, even in a cat nap, and
+she did. I crep' to her door twice to see how she was
+gettin' on, and she was&mdash;not exactly snorin'&mdash;I don't
+s'pose she ever does snore,&mdash;but breathin' reg'lar like,
+jess like a baby, which I didn't do in a week when I
+sprained my ankle."</p>
+
+<p>She would have added "twenty years ago come
+Christmas," if Jack had not forestalled her by asking
+Eloise if her ankle pained her much.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," she said, while Mrs. Biggs chimed in,
+"Can't help painin' her, swelled as 'tis,&mdash;big as two
+ankles; look."</p>
+
+<p>She whisked off the bottom of her dress which
+Eloise had put over her foot, and disclosed the shapeless
+bundle encased in the old felt slipper.</p>
+
+<p>"Look for yourselves; see if you think it aches,"
+she said.</p>
+
+<p>This was too much for Eloise, who, regardless of
+pain, drew her foot up under the skirt of her dress,
+while her face grew scarlet. Both Howard and Jack
+were sorry for her, and at last got the conversation
+into another channel by saying they had brought her
+satchel and hat, which they feared were ruined, and
+asking if she had seen the hat Miss Amy had sent her.</p>
+
+<p>"Land sakes, no! I told her about it, but I hain't
+had time to show it to her," Mrs. Biggs exclaimed,
+starting from the room, while Howard explained that
+his cousin had tried in vain to renovate the drenched
+hat, and, finding it impossible, had sent one of her
+own which she wished Miss Smith to accept with her
+compliments.</p>
+
+<p>"How do you like it?" Mrs. Biggs asked, as she
+came in with it.</p>
+
+<p>It was a fine leghorn, with a wreath of lilacs round
+the crown, and Eloise knew that it was far more expensive
+than anything she had ever worn.</p>
+
+<p>"It is very pretty," she said, "and very kind in
+the lady to send it. Tell her I thank her. What is
+her name?"</p>
+
+<p>Jack looked at Howard, who replied, "She has had
+a good many, none of which pleased my uncle, the
+last one least of all; so he calls her Miss Amy, and
+wishes others to do so."</p>
+
+<p>Eloise was puzzled, but the sight of Mrs. Biggs tugging
+at her wet satchel to open it diverted her mind.</p>
+
+<p>"Your things is sp'ilt, most likely, but you'd better
+have 'em out. For the mercy's sake, look!" she said,
+passing the satchel to Eloise, who was beyond caring:
+for what was spoiled and what was not. "There's
+somebody knockin'. It's Mr. Bills, most likely, the
+committee man, come to see you; I told Tim to notify
+him," Mrs. Biggs exclaimed, hurrying out, and saying
+to Howard as she passed him, "You can visit a
+spell before I fetch him in. She needs perkin' up,
+poor thing."</p>
+
+<p>It proved to be a grocer's boy instead of Mr. Bills,
+and Mrs. Biggs came back just as Howard was presenting
+the slippers.</p>
+
+<p>"I did not think they were just what you wanted,"
+Howard explained, as he saw the look of surprise on
+Eloise's face. "Miss Amy is not always quite clear in
+her mind, but rather resolute when it is made up; and
+when we told her we had to cut off your boot, she
+insisted upon sending these."</p>
+
+<p>At this point Mrs. Biggs appeared, throwing up
+both hands at what she saw, and exclaiming, "Wall,
+if I won't give up! Satin slips for a spraint laig. Yes,
+I'll give up!"</p>
+
+<p>She looked at Howard, who did not reply, but
+turned his head to hide his laugh from Eloise, while
+Mrs. Biggs went on, "I don't see how she can ever
+get her feet into 'em. I can't mine, and I don't b'lieve
+she can. Better send 'em back;" and she looked at
+Eloise, who, if she was proud of any part of her
+person, was proud of her feet.</p>
+
+<p>Flushing hotly she said, "They are not suitable for
+me, of course, but I think I <i>could</i> get one on my well
+foot."</p>
+
+<p>"I know you could; try it," Jack said.</p>
+
+<p>Stooping forward Eloise removed her boot, although
+the effort brought a horrible twinge to her
+lame ankle and made her feel faint for a moment.</p>
+
+<p>"Put it on for me, please," she said to Mrs. Biggs,
+who, mistaking the right-hand slipper for the left,
+began tugging at it.</p>
+
+<p>"I told you so," she said. "Your foot is twice as
+big."</p>
+
+<p>"Try this one," Jack suggested, "or let me;" and
+he fitted the slipper at once to the little foot, while
+Mrs. Biggs exclaimed, "Wall, I vum, it does fit to a
+T! If anything, it's too big."</p>
+
+<p>In spite of her pain and embarrassment there was
+a look of exultation in Eloise's eyes, as they met those
+of Jack, who was nearly as pleased as herself.</p>
+
+<p>"You will keep them and wear them some time,"
+he said; and when Eloise declined, saying they would
+be of no use to her, Howard, who had been watching
+this Cinderella play with a good deal of interest, and
+wishing he had been the prince to fit the slipper instead
+of Jack, said to Eloise, "I think it better for you
+to keep them. Miss Amy will not like to have them
+returned, and if they were, she'd give them to some
+one else, or very likely send them to the Rummage
+Sale we are to have in town."</p>
+
+<p>"That's so," Mrs. Biggs chimed in. "There is to
+be a rummage sale, and Ruby Ann has spoke for
+Tim's old clothes and mine, especially our shoes.
+Keep 'em by all means."</p>
+
+<p>Eloise was beginning to feel faint again, and tired
+with all this talk and excitement, and painfully conscious
+that Howard's eyes were dancing with laughter
+at the sight of her feet,&mdash;one swollen to three times
+its natural size and pushed into Mrs. Biggs's old felt
+shoe, and the other in Miss Amy's white satin slipper.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, I wish you would take it off!" she gasped,
+feeling unequal to leaning forward again, and closing
+her eyes wearily.</p>
+
+<p>She meant Mrs. Biggs, but Jack forestalled that
+good woman, and in an instant had the slipper off
+and the boot on, doing both so gently that she was
+not hurt at all.</p>
+
+<p>"Thanks!" Eloise said, drawing her well foot
+under the spotted calico, and wishing the young men
+would go.</p>
+
+<p>How long they would have staid is uncertain if
+there had not come a second knock at the kitchen
+door. This time it was really Mr. Bills, and Mrs.
+Biggs went out to meet him, while Eloise felt every
+nerve quiver with dread. She must see him and tell
+him how impossible it would be for her to commence
+her duties on Monday. Perhaps he would dismiss
+her altogether, and take another in her place, and
+then&mdash;"What shall I do?" she thought, and, scarcely
+knowing what she said, she cried, "Oh, I can't bear
+it!" while the tears rolled down her cheeks, and
+Howard and Jack gathered close to her,&mdash;the laugh
+all gone from Howard's eyes, and a great pity shining
+in Jack's.</p>
+
+<p>"Excuse me," she continued, "I don't mean to be
+childish, but everything is so dreadful! I don't mind
+the pain so much; but to be here away from home,
+and to lose the school, as I may, and&mdash;and,&mdash;I want
+a handkerchief to wipe my face,&mdash;and this is ruined."</p>
+
+<p>She said this last as she took from her satchel the
+handkerchief which had been so white and clean when
+she left home, and which now was wet and stained
+from a bottle of shoe blacking which had come uncorked
+and saturated everything. She had borne
+a great deal, and, as is often the case, a small matter
+upset her entirely. The spoiled handkerchief was the
+straw too many, and her tears came faster as she held
+it in one hand, and with the other tried to wipe them
+away.</p>
+
+<p>"Take mine, please; I've not used it," Jack said,
+offering her one of fine linen, and as daintily perfumed
+as a woman's.</p>
+
+<p>She took it unhesitatingly. She was in a frame of
+mind to take anything, and smiled her thanks
+through her tears.</p>
+
+<p>"I know I must seem very weak to you to be crying
+like a baby; but you don't know how I dread
+meeting Mr. Bills, or how much is depending upon
+my having this school, or what it would be to me to
+lose it, if he can't wait. Do you think he will?"</p>
+
+<p>She looked at Jack, who knew nothing whatever
+of the matter, or of Mr. Bills, but who answered
+promptly, "Of course he will wait; he must wait.
+We shall see to that. Don't cry. I'm awfully sorry
+for you; we both are."</p>
+
+<p>He was standing close to her, and involuntarily
+laid his hand on her hair, smoothing it a little as he
+would have smoothed his sister's. She seemed so
+young and looked so small, wrapped up in Mrs.
+Biggs's gown, that he thought of her for a moment
+as a child to be soothed and comforted. She did not
+repel the touch of his hand, but cried the harder and
+wiped her face with his handkerchief until it was wet
+with her tears.</p>
+
+<p>"Mr. Bills wants to know if he can come in now,"
+came as an interruption to the scene, which was
+getting rather affecting.</p>
+
+<p>"In just a minute," Jack said. Then to Eloise,
+"Brace up! We'll attend to Mr. Bills if he proves
+formidable."</p>
+
+<p>She braced up as he bade her, and gave his handkerchief
+back to him.</p>
+
+<p>"I shan't need it again. I am not going to be foolish
+any longer, and I thank you so much," she said,
+with a look which made Jack's pulse beat rapidly.</p>
+
+<p>"We'd better go now and give Mr. Bills a chance,"
+he said to Howard, who had been comparatively
+silent and let him do the talking and suggesting.</p>
+
+<p>Howard could not define his feeling with regard to
+Eloise. Her beauty impressed him greatly, and he
+was very sorry for her, but he could not rid himself
+of the conviction which had a second time taken possession
+of him that in some way she was to influence
+his life or cross his path.</p>
+
+<p>He bade her good-by, and told her to keep up good
+courage, and felt a little piqued that she withdrew
+her hand more quickly from him than she did from
+Jack, who left her rather reluctantly. They found
+Mr. Bills outside talking to Mrs. Biggs, who was
+volubly narrating the particulars of the accident, so
+far as she knew them, and referring constantly to her
+own sprained ankle of twenty years ago, and the impossibility
+of Miss Smith's being able to walk for some
+time.</p>
+
+<p>With his usual impetuousness Jack took the initiative,
+and said to Mr. Bills: "Your school can certainly
+wait; it must wait. A week or two can make no difference.
+At the end of that time, if she cannot walk,
+she can be taken to and from the school-house every
+day. To lose the school will go hard with her, and
+she's so young."</p>
+
+<p>Jack was quite eloquent, and Mr. Bills looked at
+him curiously, wondering who this smart young fellow
+was, pleading for the new school-teacher. He
+knew Howard, who, after Jack was through, said he
+hoped Mr. Bills would wait; it would be a pity to disappoint
+the girl when she had come so far.</p>
+
+<p>"Perhaps a week or two will make no difference,"
+Mr. Bills said, "though the young ones are getting
+pretty wild, and their mothers anxious to have them
+out of the way, but I guess we'll manage it somehow."</p>
+
+<p>He knew he should manage it when he saw Eloise.
+She could not tell him of the need there was of money
+in her grandmother's home, or the still greater need
+if she took the trip to California which she feared she
+must take. She only looked her anxiety, and Mr.
+Bills, whose heart Mrs. Biggs said was "big as a
+barn," warmed toward her, while mentally he began
+to doubt her ability to "fill the bill," as he put it, she
+looked so young and so small.</p>
+
+<p>"I'll let her off easy, if I have to," he thought, and
+he said, "Folks'll want school to begin as advertised.
+You can't go, but there's Ruby Ann Patrick. She'll
+be glad to supply. She's kep' the school five years
+runnin'. She wanted it when we hired you. She's
+out of a job, and will be glad to take it till you can
+walk. I'll see her to-day. You look young to manage
+unruly boys, and there's a pile of 'em in Deestrick
+No. 5 want lickin' half the time. Ruby Ann can lick
+'em. She's five feet nine. You ain't more'n five."</p>
+
+<p>Eloise did not tell him how tall she was. In fact,
+she didn't know. She must look very diminutive in
+Mr. Bills's eyes, she thought, and hastened to say,
+"I taught boys and young men older than I am in
+the normal at Mayville, and never had any trouble.
+I had only to speak to or look at them."</p>
+
+<p>"I b'lieve you, I b'lieve you," Mr. Bills said. "I
+should mind you myself every time if you looked at
+me, but boys ain't alike. There's Tom Walker, ringleader
+in every kind of mischief, the wust feller you
+ever see. Ruby Ann had one tussle with him, and
+came off Number One. He'd most likely raise Cain
+with a schoolmarm who couldn't walk and went on
+crutches."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh-h!" Eloise said despairingly. "I shall not
+have to do that!"</p>
+
+<p>"Mebby not; mebby not. Sprained ankles mostly
+does, though. I had to when I sprained mine. I
+used to hobble to the well and pump cold water on it;
+that's tiptop for a sprain. Well, I must go now and
+see Ruby Ann. Good-day. Keep a stiff upper lip,
+and you'll pull through. Widder Biggs is a fust rate
+nurse, and woman, too. Little too much tongue,
+mebby. Hung in the middle and plays both ways.
+Knows everybody's history and age from the Flood
+down. She'll get at yours from A to izzard. Good-day!"</p>
+
+<p>He was gone, and Eloise was alone with her pain
+and homesickness and discouragement. Turn which
+way she would, there was not much brightness in her
+sky, except when she thought of Jack Harcourt,
+whose hand on her hair she could feel just as he had
+felt her wet hand on his neck hours after the spot was
+dried, ft seemed perfectly natural and proper that
+he should care for her, just as it did that the lady
+at the Crompton House should send her a hat. It
+was lying on a chair near her with the slippers, and
+she took it up and examined it again very carefully,
+admiring the fineness of the leghorn, the beauty of
+the lilac wreath, and the texture of the ribbons.</p>
+
+<p>"I shall never wear it," she thought. "It is too
+handsome for me; but I shall always keep it, and be
+glad for the thoughtfulness which prompted the lady
+to send it."</p>
+
+<p>Then she wondered if she would ever see the lady
+and thank her in person, or go to the Crompton
+House; and if her trunk would ever come from the
+station, so that she could divest herself of the detestable
+cotton gown and put on something more becoming,
+which would show him she was not quite
+so much a guy as she looked in Mrs. Biggs's wardrobe.
+The him was Jack, not Howard. He was not
+in the running. She cared as little for him as she
+imagined he cared for her. And here she did him
+injustice. She interested him greatly, though not
+in the way she interested Jack, whom he chaffed on
+their way home, telling him he ought to offer his
+services as nurse.</p>
+
+<p>"I wonder you did not wipe her eyes as well as
+give her your handkerchief," he said. "I dare say
+you will never have it laundered, lest her tears should
+be washed out of it."</p>
+
+<p>"Never!" Jack replied, and, taking the handkerchief
+from his pocket and folding it carefully, he put
+it back again, saying, "No, sir; I shall keep it intact.
+No laundryman's hands will ever touch it."</p>
+
+<p>"Pretty far gone, that's a fact," Howard rejoined,
+and then continued: "I say, Jack, we'd better not
+talk of Miss Smith before the Colonel. It will only
+rouse him up, and make him swear at normal graduates
+in general, and this one in particular. You know
+I wrote you that he gave the lot and built the school-house,
+and for years was inspector of Crompton
+schools,&mdash;boss and all hands,&mdash;till a new generation
+came up and shelved him. He fought hard, but had
+to give in to young blood and modern ideas. He had
+no voice in hiring Miss Smith,&mdash;was not consulted.
+His choice was a Ruby Ann Patrick, a perfect Amazon
+of an old maid; weighs two hundred, I believe,
+and rides a wheel. You ought to see her. But then
+she is rooted and grounded, and uncle does not think
+Miss Smith is, though she was pretty well grounded
+last night when she sat on that sand heap with her
+foot twisted under her. I'm not a soft head like you,
+to fall in love with her at first sight; but I'm awfully
+sorry for her, and I don't wish to hear the Colonel
+swear about her."</p>
+
+<p>Jack had never seen Howard more in earnest, and
+his mental comment was, "Cares more for her than
+I supposed. He'll bear watching. Poor little girl!
+How white she was at times, and how tired her eyes
+looked; and bright, too, as stars. I wonder if she
+really ought not to have a doctor."</p>
+
+<p>He put this question to Howard, who replied:
+"No, that Biggs woman is a full team on sprained
+ankles. She'll get her up without a doctor, and I
+don't suppose the girl has much to spend on the
+craft."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, but what is a little money to you or me, if
+she really needs a doctor?" Jack said thoughtfully,
+while Howard laughed and answered, "Don't be an
+idiot, and lose your heart to a schoolma'am because
+she happened to have had her arm around your neck
+when we carried her in that chair. I can feel it yet,
+and sometimes put up my hand when half awake to
+see if it isn't there, but I am not going to make a fool
+of myself."</p>
+
+<p>As they were near home Jack did not reply, but he
+could have told of times when half awake and wide
+awake he felt the arms and the hands and the hot
+breath of the girl clinging to him in the darkness and
+rain, and saw the eyes full of pain and dumb entreaty
+not to hurt her more than they could help, as they
+cut the soaked boot from the swollen foot. But he
+said nothing, and, when the house was reached, went
+at once to his own room, wondering what he could
+do to make her more comfortable.</p>
+
+<p>Acting upon Howard's advice, Eloise was not mentioned,
+either at lunch or at dinner. Amy had evidently
+forgotten her, for she made no inquiry for her.
+Neither did the Colonel. She was, however, much in
+the minds of the young men, and each was wondering
+how he could best serve her. Howard thought of a
+sea chair, in which his uncle had crossed the ocean.
+He had found it covered with dust in the attic, and
+brought it to his room to lounge in. It would be far
+more comfortable for Eloise than that stiff, straight-backed,
+hair-cloth rocker in which she had to sit so
+upright. He would send it to her with Amy's compliments,
+if he could manage it without the knowledge
+of Jack, who he would rather should not know
+how much he was really interested in Eloise. Jack
+was also planning what he could do, and thought of
+a wheel chair, in which she could be taken to and
+from school. He might possibly find one in the village
+by the shore. He would inquire without consulting
+Howard, whose joking grated a little, as it
+presupposed the impossibility of his really caring for
+one so far removed from his station in life as Eloise
+seemed to be.</p>
+
+<p>Could she have known how much she was in the
+minds of the young men at Crompton Place, she
+would not have felt quite as forlorn and disconsolate
+as she did during the long hours of the day, when she
+sat helpless and alone, except as Mrs. Biggs tried to
+entertain her with a flow of talk and gossip which did
+not interest her. A few of the neighbors called in
+the evening, and it seemed to Eloise that every one
+had had a sprained ankle or two, of which they talked
+continually, dwelling mostly upon the length of time
+it took before they were able to walk across the floor,
+to say nothing of the distance from Mrs. Biggs's to
+the school-house. That would be impossible for
+two or three weeks at least, and even then Miss Smith
+would have to go on crutches most likely, was their
+comforting assurance.</p>
+
+<p>"I've got some up garret that I used twenty years
+ago. Too long for her, but Tim can cut them off.
+They are just the thing. Lucky I kept them," Mrs.
+Biggs said, while Eloise listened with a feeling like
+death in her heart, and dreamed that night of hobbling
+to school on Mrs. Biggs's crutches, while Jack
+Harcourt helped and encouraged her, and Howard
+Crompton stood at a distance laughing at her.</p>
+
+</div><!--end chapter-->
+
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<h2><a name="2CHAPTER_VII"></a>CHAPTER VII<br/>
+RUBY ANN PATRICK</h2>
+
+<p>She had taught the school in District No. 5 summer
+and winter for five years. She had been a
+teacher for fifteen years, her first experience dating
+back to the days when the Colonel was school inspector,
+and his formula in full swing. She had met
+all his requirements promptly, knew all about the
+geese and the grindstone, and the wind, and Mr.
+Wright, and had a certificate in the Colonel's handwriting,
+declaring her to be rooted and grounded in
+the fundamentals, and qualified to teach a district
+school anywhere. As Mr. Bills had said to Eloise,
+she was five feet nine inches high and large in proportion,
+with so much strength and vital force and determination,
+that the most unruly boy in District No.
+5 would hesitate before openly defying her authority.
+She had conquered Tom Walker, the bully of the
+school, and after the day when he was made to feel
+the force there was in her large hand, he had done
+nothing worse than make faces behind her back and
+draw caricatures of her on his slate.</p>
+
+<p>As a rule, Ruby Ann was popular with the majority
+of the people, and there had been some opposition
+to a change. It was hardly fair, they said to the
+Colonel, who took so much interest in the school, and
+who was sure to feel angry and hurt if deprived of
+the privilege of catechising the teachers in the office
+he had erected for that purpose on his grounds. He
+had not only built the school-house, but had kept it
+in repair, and had added a classroom for the older
+scholars because somebody said it was needed, and
+had not objected when it was only used for wraps and
+dinner pails, and balls and clubs in the summer, and
+in the winter for coal and wood and sleds and skates
+and other things pertaining to a school of wide-awake
+girls and boys.</p>
+
+<p>This was the conservative party, but there was another
+which wanted a change. They had been in a
+rut long enough, and they laughed at the Colonel's
+formula, which nearly every child knew by heart.
+The Colonel was too old to run things,&mdash;they must
+have something up to date, and when the president
+of Mayville Normal School applied for a situation
+for Eloise she was accepted, and Ruby Ann went to
+the wall. She was greatly chagrined and disappointed
+when she found herself supplanted by a normal
+graduate, of whom she had not a much higher
+opinion than the Colonel himself. When she heard
+of the accident and that her rival was disabled, she
+was conscious just for a moment of a feeling of exultation,
+as if Eloise had received her just deserts.
+She was, however, a kind-hearted, well-principled
+woman, and soon cast the feeling aside as unworthy
+of her, and tried to believe she was sorry for the girl,
+who, she heard, was very young, and had been carried
+in the darkness and rain to Mrs. Biggs's house
+in Howard Crompton's arms.</p>
+
+<p>"I would almost be willing to sprain my ankle for
+the sake of being carried in that way," Ruby thought,
+and then laughed as she tried to fancy the young
+man bending beneath the weight of her hundred and
+ninety pounds.</p>
+
+<p>It was at this juncture that Mr. Bills came in asking
+if she would take Miss Smith's place until she
+was able to walk. It might be two weeks, and it
+might be three, and it might be less, he said. Any
+way, they didn't want a cripple in the school-house
+for Tom Walker to raise Hail Columby with. Would
+Ruby Ann swaller her pride and be a substitute?</p>
+
+<p>"It is a good deal to ask me to do after I have been
+turned out of office," she said, "but I am not one to
+harbor resentment. Yes, I'll take the school till Miss
+Smith is able. How does she look? I hear she is
+very young."</p>
+
+<p>"Well, she's some younger than you, I guess, and
+looks like a child as she sits down," Mr. Bills replied.
+"Why, you are big as two of her,&mdash;yes, three,&mdash;and
+could throw her over the house."</p>
+
+<p>Ruby's face clouded, and Mr. Bills went on: "She
+is handsome as blazes, with a mouth which keeps kind
+of quivering, as if she wanted to cry, or something,
+and eyes&mdash;well, you've got to see 'em to know what
+they are like. They are just eyes which make an old
+man like me feel,&mdash;I don't know how."</p>
+
+<p>Ruby laughed, but felt a little hurt as she thought
+of her own small, light-blue eyes and lighter eyebrows,
+which had never yet made any man, young or
+old, feel "he didn't know how." She knew she was
+neither young nor handsome nor attractive, but she
+had good common sense, and after Mr. Bills was gone
+she sat down to review the situation, and resolved to
+accept it gracefully and to call upon Eloise. It would
+be certainly <i>en regle</i> and Christian-like to do so, she
+thought, and the next afternoon she presented herself
+at Mrs. Biggs's door and asked if Miss Smith
+were able to see any one.</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Biggs belonged to the radical party which
+favored a change of teachers. Five years was long
+enough for one person to teach in the same place,
+she said, and they wanted somebody modern and
+younger. She laid a great deal of stress upon that,
+and on one occasion, when giving her opinion over
+her gate to a neighbor, had added "smaller and better-looking."
+Ruby was not a favorite with Mrs.
+Biggs, whom she had called an inveterate gossip,
+hunting up everbody's history and age, and making
+them out two or three years older than they were.
+She had lived at home and kept Mrs. Biggs out of a
+boarder five years. She had called Tim a lout, and
+kept him after school several times when his mother
+needed him. Consequently Mrs. Biggs's sympathies
+were all with Eloise, who was young and small and
+good-looking, and she flouted the idea of having
+Ruby hired even for a few days.</p>
+
+<p>"It's just a wedge to git her in again," she had
+said to Tim, with whom she had discussed the matter.
+"I know Ruby Ann, and she'll jump at the chance,
+and keep it, too. She can wind Mr. Bills round her
+fingers. I'd rather have Miss Smith with one laig
+than Ruby Ann with three. Tom Walker ain't goin'
+to raise Ned with such a slip of a girl."</p>
+
+<p>"I ruther guess not, when I'm there," Tim said,
+squaring himself up as if ready to fight a dozen Tom
+Walkers, when, in fact, he was afraid of one, and usually
+kept out of his way.</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Biggs had not expected Ruby Ann to call,
+and her face wore a vinegary expression when she
+opened the door to her.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, I s'pose you can see her, but too much company
+ain't good for sprained ankles," she replied in
+response to Ruby's inquiry if she could see Miss
+Smith. "You'll find her in the parlor, but don't
+stay long. Talkin' 'll create a fever in her laig."</p>
+
+<p>Ruby was accustomed to Mrs. Biggs's vagaries,
+and did not mind them.</p>
+
+<p>"I'll be very discreet," she said, as she passed on
+to the parlor, curious to see the girl who had been
+preferred to herself.</p>
+
+<p>She had heard from Mr. Bills that Eloise "was
+handsome as blazes," but she was not prepared for
+the face which looked up at her as she entered the
+room. Something in the eyes appealed to her as it
+had to Mr. Bills, and any prejudice she might have
+had melted away at once, and she began talking to
+Eloise as familiarly as if she had known her all her
+life. At first Eloise drew back from the powerfully
+built woman, who stood up so tall before her, and
+whose voice was so strong and masculine, and whose
+eyes travelled over her so rapidly, taking in every
+detail of her dress and every feature of her face.
+Mrs. Biggs's disfiguring cotton gown had been discarded
+for a loose white jacket, which, with its knots
+of pink ribbon, was very becoming, and Ruby found
+herself studying it closely, and wondering if she could
+make one like it, and how she would look in it. Then
+she noticed the hands, so small and so white, and felt
+an irresistible desire to take one of them in her broad
+palm.</p>
+
+<p>"I do believe I could hold three like them in one
+of mine," she thought, and sitting down by Eloise's
+side, she laid her hand on the one resting on the arm
+of the chair.</p>
+
+<p>There was something so friendly and warm and so
+sympathetic in the touch that Eloise wanted to cry.
+With a great effort she kept her tears back, but could
+not prevent one or two from standing on her long
+lashes, and making her eyes very bright as she answered
+Ruby's rapid questions with regard to the accident.</p>
+
+<p>"And I hear Mr. Howard Crompton brought you
+here himself. That was something of an honor, as
+he seldom goes out of his way for any one," she said,
+with a keen look of curiosity in her eyes.</p>
+
+<p>"I never thought of the honor," Eloise replied.
+"I could think of nothing but the pain, which was
+terrible, and now everything is so dreary and so different
+from what I hoped. Do you think it will be
+long before I can walk?"</p>
+
+<p>"No; oh no," Ruby answered cheerily. "Let me
+see your foot. It is swollen badly," she said, as she
+replaced the old shawl Mrs. Biggs had thrown across
+it. "What have you on it? Wormwood and vinegar,
+I know by the odor. You should have a rubber
+band, and nothing else. It is cleaner and saves
+trouble. That's what I used, and was well in no
+time."</p>
+
+<p>"Have you had a sprained ankle, too?" Eloise
+asked, and Ruby Ann replied, "Certainly. Nearly
+every one has at some time in his life. It is as common
+as the measles."</p>
+
+<p>"I believe it," Eloise rejoined with a laugh. "So
+many have called to see me, and almost every one had
+had a sprain,&mdash;some as many as three; and each one
+proposed a different remedy."</p>
+
+<p>"Naturally; but you try the rubber band. I'll
+bring you one, and massage your ankle, and have
+you well very soon."</p>
+
+<p>These were the first hopeful words Eloise had
+heard, and her heart warmed towards this great blond
+woman, who was proving herself a friend, and who
+began to tell her of the school and her own experience
+as teacher in District No. 5, which, she said, was
+the largest and most important district in town, with
+the oldest scholars both summer and winter. "There
+are some unruly boys, especially Tom Walker, but I
+am so big and strong that I conquered him by brute
+force, and had no trouble after one battle. You will
+conquer some other way. Tom is very susceptible
+to good looks,&mdash;calls me a hayseed, and a chestnut,
+and a muff. It will be different with you," and Ruby
+pressed the hand she was holding. Then she spoke
+of Col. Crompton, who used to examine the teachers,
+and before whom she had been five times; usually
+answering the same questions, especially those contained
+in the "Formula," and to which Eloise would
+not be subjected.</p>
+
+<p>"What is the Formula?" Eloise asked, and Ruby
+told her, while Eloise listened bewildered, and glad
+that she was to escape an ordeal she could never pass
+with credit.</p>
+
+<p>It was easy to be confiding with Ruby, and Eloise
+soon found herself talking freely of her life and school
+days in Mayville, and the necessity there was for her
+to teach, and the bitter disappointment it would be
+to lose the school on which so much depended.</p>
+
+<p>"My father is dead," she said, "and my mother
+is&mdash;" she hesitated, while a deep flush came to her
+cheeks, "she is an invalid, and there is no one to care
+for her now but me. She is in California, and I may
+have to go for her, and must have the money."</p>
+
+<p>Just for a moment, when Mr. Bills asked her to
+take Eloise's place, there had been in Ruby's mind
+a half-formed hope that she might be wholly reinstated
+in her old place as a teacher. But it was gone
+now, and Jack Harcourt himself was not more kindly
+disposed to the helpless girl than she was.</p>
+
+<p>"You shall not lose the school, nor the time
+either," she said impulsively. "I am to take it till
+you are able, and then I shall step out. In the mean
+time, I shall do all I can for you,&mdash;shall enlist Tom
+Walker on your side, and you will have no trouble."</p>
+
+<p>She arose to go, then sat down again and said, "I
+hope you will be able to attend our Rummage Sale."</p>
+
+<p>"Rummage Sale!" Eloise repeated, remembering
+to have heard the word in connection with the slippers
+Miss Amy had sent her. "I don't think I quite
+understand."</p>
+
+<p>"Don't you know what a Rummage Sale is?"
+Ruby Ann asked, explaining what it was, and saying
+they were to have one in a vacant house not far from
+Mrs. Biggs's, the proceeds to go for a free library
+for District No. 5. "I am one of the solicitors," she
+continued, "but as you are a stranger you may not
+have anything to contribute."</p>
+
+<p>As Rummage Sales were just beginning to dawn
+on the public horizon Eloise had never heard of
+them, but she became interested at once, because
+Ruby Ann was so enthusiastic, and said, "I have two
+or three white aprons I made myself. You can have
+one of them if you think anybody will buy it."</p>
+
+<p>"Buy it!" Ruby repeated, rubbing her hands in
+ecstasy. "It will bring a big price when they know
+it was yours and you made it. I'll see that it has a
+conspicuous place. And now I must go and see Mrs.
+Biggs again about the sale. Good-by, and keep up
+your courage."</p>
+
+<p>She stooped and kissed Eloise, who heard her next
+in the kitchen talking to Mrs. Biggs, first of rubber
+bands and massage, and then of the Rummage Sale.
+When she was gone Mrs. Biggs came in and sat down
+and began to give her opinion of the Rummage Sale,
+and massage and rubber bands, and first the Rummage.
+A good way to get rid of truck, and Ruby
+Ann said they took everything. She had a lot of old
+chairs and a warming pan and foot-stove, and she
+s'posed she might give the spotted brown and white
+calico wrapper which Eloise had worn. It was
+faded and out of style. Yes, on the whole, she'd
+give the wrapper. She never liked it very well, she
+said; and then she spoke of the rubber band Ruby
+Ann had recommended instead of wormwood and
+vinegar, and of which she did not approve. What
+did Ruby Ann know? though, to be sure, she was
+old enough. How old did Eloise think she was?
+Eloise had not given her age a thought, but, pressed
+for an answer, ventured the reply that she might be
+verging on to thirty.</p>
+
+<p>"Verging on to thirty! More likely verging on
+to forty," Mrs. Biggs said, with a savage click of the
+needles with which she was knitting Tim a sock. "I
+know her age, if she does try to look young and wear
+a sailor hat, and ride a wheel in a short gown! I'd
+laugh to see me ridin' a wheel, and there ain't so
+much difference between us neither. I know, for
+we went to school together. She was a little girl, to
+be sure, and sat on the low seat and learnt her a-b-c's.
+I was four or five years older, and sat on a higher
+seat with Amy Crompton, till the Colonel took her
+from the district school and kep' her at home with a
+governess."</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Biggs was very proud of the acquaintance she
+had had with Amy Crompton, when the two played
+together under the trees which shaded the school-house
+the Colonel had built as <i>expiatory</i> years before,
+and she continued: "Amy, you know, is the half-cracked
+lady at the Crompton House who sent the
+hat and slippers. She's been married twice,&mdash;run
+away the first time. My land! what a stir there was
+about it, and what a high hoss the Colonel rode.
+Who her second was nobody knows,&mdash;some scamp
+by the name of Smith,&mdash;that's your name, and a good
+one, too, but about the commonest in the world, I
+reckon. There's four John Smiths in town, and Joel
+Smith, who brings my milk, and George Smith I buy
+aigs of, and forty odd more. They say the Colonel
+hates the name like pisen. Won't have anybody
+work for him by that name. Dismissed his milkman
+because he was a Smith, and between you and I, I
+b'lieve half his opposition to you was your name.
+Why, it's like a red rag to a bull."</p>
+
+<p>"I didn't know he was opposed to me personally,"
+Eloise said, and Mrs. Biggs replied, "Of course not;
+how could he be? He never seen you. It's the normal,
+and bein' put out of office&mdash;he and Ruby Ann.
+They've run things long enough. They say he did
+swear offel at the last school meetin' about normals
+and ingrates and all that,&mdash;meanin' they'd forgot all
+he'd done for 'em; but, my land, you can't b'lieve
+half you hear. I don't b'lieve nothin', and try to keep
+a close mouth 'bout what I do b'lieve. I ain't none
+o' your gossips, and won't have folks sayin' the Widder
+Biggs said so and so."</p>
+
+<p>Here Mrs. Biggs stopped to take breath and answer
+a rap at the kitchen door, where George Smith
+was standing with a basket of eggs. Eloise could
+hear her badgering him because he charged too
+much and because his hens did not lay larger eggs,
+and threatening to withdraw her patronage if there
+was not a change. Then items of the latest news
+were exchanged, Mrs. Biggs doing her part well for
+one who never repeated anything and never believed
+anything. When George Smith was gone she returned
+to her seat by Eloise and resumed her conversation,
+which had been interrupted, and which was
+mostly reminiscent of people and incidents in Crompton,
+and especially of the Crompton House and its
+occupants, with a second fling at Ruby Ann.</p>
+
+</div><!--end chapter-->
+
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<h2><a name="2CHAPTER_VIII"></a>CHAPTER VIII<br/>
+MRS. BIGGS'S REMINISCENCES</h2>
+
+<p>"Maybe I was too hard on Ruby Ann," she said,
+measuring the heel of Tim's sock to see if it were
+time to begin to narrow. "She's a pretty clever
+woman, take her by and large, but I do hate to see a
+dog frisk like a puppy, and she's thirty-five if she's
+a day. You see, I know, 'cause, as I was tellin' you,
+there was her and me and Amy Crompton girls together.
+I am forty, Amy is thirty-eight or thirty-nine,
+and Ruby Ann is thirty-five."</p>
+
+<p>Having settled Ruby's age and asked Eloise hers,
+and told her she looked young for nineteen, the
+good woman branched off upon the grandeur of the
+Crompton House, with its pictures and statuary and
+bric-&agrave;-brac, its flowers and fountains, and rustic arbors
+and seats scattered over the lawn. Eloise had
+heard something of the place from a school friend,
+but never had it been so graphically described as by
+Mrs. Biggs, and she listened with a feeling that in
+the chamber of her childhood's memory a picture of
+this place had been hung by somebody.</p>
+
+<p>"Was it my father?" she asked herself, and answered
+decidedly, "No," as she recalled the little intercourse
+she had ever had with him. "Was it my
+mother?" she next asked herself, and involuntarily
+her tears started as she thought of her mother, and
+how unlikely it was that she had ever been in Crompton.</p>
+
+<p>Turning her head aside to hide her tears from Mrs.
+Biggs, she said, "Tell me more of the place. It almost
+seems as if I had been there."</p>
+
+<p>Thus encouraged, Mrs. Biggs began a description
+of the lawn party which she was too young to remember,
+although she was there with her mother,
+and had a faint recollection of music and candy and
+lights in the trees, and an attack of colic the night
+after as a result of overeating.</p>
+
+<p>"But, my land!" she said, "that was nothin' to the
+blow-out on Amy's sixteenth birthday. The Colonel
+had kep' her pretty close after he took her from
+school. She had a governess and she had a maid,
+but I must say she didn't seem an atom set up, and
+was just as nice when she met us girls. 'Hello,
+Betsey,' she'd say to me. That's my name, Betsey,
+but I call myself 'Lisbeth. 'Hello, Betsey,' I can hear
+her now, as she cantered past on her pony, in her
+long blue ridin' habit. Sometimes she'd come to the
+school-house and set on the grass under the apple
+trees and chew gum with us girls. That was before
+her party, which beat anything that was ever seen in
+Crompton, or will be again. The avenue and yard
+and stables were full of carriages, and there were
+eighteen waiters besides the <i>canterer</i> from Boston."</p>
+
+<p>"The what?" Eloise asked, and Mrs. Biggs replied,
+"The <i>canterer</i>, don't you know, the man who
+sees to things and brings the vittles and his waiters.
+They say he alone cost the Colonel five hundred dollars;
+but, my land! that's no more for him than five
+dollars is for me. He fairly swims in money. Such
+dresses you never seen as there was there that night,
+and such bare necks and arms, with a man at the door,
+a man at the head of the stairs to tell 'em where to
+go, and one in the gentlemen's room, and two girls
+in the ladies' rooms to button their gloves and put
+on their dancing pumps. The carousin' lasted till
+daylight, and a tireder, more worn-out lot of folks
+than we was you never seen. I was nearly dead."</p>
+
+<p>"Were you there?' Eloise asked, with a feeling
+that there was some incongruity between the Crompton
+party and Mrs. Biggs, who did not care to say
+that she was one of the waitresses who buttoned
+gloves and put on the dancing pumps in the dressing-room.</p>
+
+<p>"Why, yes, I was there," she said at last, "though
+I wasn't exactly in the doin's. I've never danced
+since I was dipped and jined the church. Do you
+dance, or be you a perfessor?"</p>
+
+<p>Eloise had to admit that she did dance and was not
+a professor, although she hoped to be soon.</p>
+
+<p>"What persuasion?" was Mrs. Biggs's next question,
+and Eloise replied, "I was baptized in the Episcopal
+Church in Rome."</p>
+
+<p>"The one in York State, I s'pose, and not t'other
+one across the seas?" Mrs. Biggs suggested, and
+Eloise answered, "Yes, the one across the seas in
+Italy."</p>
+
+<p>"For goodness' sake! How you talk! You don't
+mean you was born there?" Mrs. Biggs exclaimed,
+with a feeling of added respect for one who was actually
+born across the seas. "Do you remember it,
+and did you know the Pope and the King?"</p>
+
+<p>Eloise said she did not remember being born, nor
+did she know the Pope or the King.</p>
+
+<p>"I was a little girl when I left Italy, and do not remember
+much, except that I was happier there than
+I have ever been since."</p>
+
+<p>"I want to know! I s'pose you've had trouble in
+your family?" was Mrs. Biggs's quick rejoinder, as
+she scented some private history which she meant to
+find out.</p>
+
+<p>But beyond the fact that her father was dead and
+her mother in California, she could learn nothing
+from Eloise, and returned to the point from which
+they had drifted to the Episcopal Church in Rome.</p>
+
+<p>"I kinder mistrusted you was a 'Piscopal. I do'
+know why, but I can most always tell 'em," she said.
+"The Cromptons is all that way of thinkin'. Old
+Colonel is a vestedman, I b'lieve they call 'em, but
+he swears offul. I don't call that religion; do you?
+But folks ain't alike. I don't s'pose the Church is
+to blame. There's now and then as good a 'Piscopal
+as you'll find anywhere. Ruby Ann has jined 'em,
+and goes it strong. B'lieves in candles and vestures;
+got Tim into the choir one Sunday, and now you
+can't keep him out of it. Wears a&mdash;a&mdash;I don't know
+what you call it,&mdash;something that looks like a short
+night-gown, and I have to wash it every other week.
+I don't mind that, and I do b'lieve Tim is more of a
+man than he was, and he sings beautiful. And hain't
+learnt nothin' bad there yet, but the minister does
+some things I don't approve; no, don't approve.
+What do you think he does right before folks, in
+plain sight, sittin' on the piazza?"</p>
+
+<p>Eloise could not hazard a guess as to the terrible
+sin of which Mr. Mason, the rector of St. John's, was
+guilty, and said so.</p>
+
+<p>"Well," and Mrs. Biggs's voice sank to a whisper
+as she leaned forward, "<i>he smokes a cigar in broad
+daylight</i>! What do you think of that for a minister
+of the gospel?"</p>
+
+<p>She was so much in earnest, and her manner so
+dramatic, that Eloise laughed the first real, hearty
+laugh she had indulged in since she came to Crompton.
+Smoking might be objectionable, but it did not
+seem to her the most heinous crime in the world, and
+she had a very vivid remembrance of a coat in which
+there lurked the odor of many Havanas, and to which
+she had clung desperately in the darkness and rain
+on the night which seemed to her years ago. She
+did not, however, express any opinion with regard to
+the Rev. Arthur Mason's habits, or feel especially
+interested in him. But Mrs. Biggs was, and once
+launched on the subject, she told Eloise that he was
+from the South, and had not been long in the place;
+that he was unmarried, and all the girls were after
+him, Ruby Ann with the rest, and she at least half
+a dozen years older.</p>
+
+<p>"But, land's sake! What does that count with an
+old maid when a young minister is in the market,"
+she said, adding that, with the exception of smoking,
+she believed the new minister was a good man,
+though for some reason Col. Crompton did not like
+him, and had only been to church once since he came,
+and wouldn't let Miss Amy go either.</p>
+
+<p>This brought her back to the Cromptons generally,
+and during the next half hour Eloise had a pretty
+graphic description of the Colonel and his eccentricities,
+of Amy, when she was a young girl, of the
+way she came to the Crompton House, and the mystery
+which still surrounded her birth.</p>
+
+<p>"My Uncle Peter lived there when she came, and
+lives there now,&mdash;a kind of vally to the old Colonel,"
+she said, "and he's told me of the mornin' the Colonel
+brung her home, a queer-looking little thing,&mdash;in her
+clothes, I mean,&mdash;and offul peppery, I judge, fightin'
+everybody who came near her, and rollin' on the
+floor, bumpin' and cryin' for a nigger who had took
+care of her somewhere, nobody knows where, for the
+Colonel never told, and if Uncle Peter knows, he
+holds his tongue. She was a terrible fighter at school,
+if things didn't suit her, but she's quiet enough now;
+seems 's if she'd been through the fire, poor thing,
+and they say she don't remember nothin', and begins
+to shake if she tries to remember. The Colonel is
+very kind to her; lets her have all the money she
+wants, and she gives away a sight. Sent you a hat
+and slips, almost new, and had never seen you.
+That's like Amy, and, my soul, there she is now,
+comin' down the road with the Colonel in the b'rouch.
+Hurry, and you can see her; I'll move you."</p>
+
+<p>Utterly regardless of the lame foot, which dragged
+on the floor and hurt cruelly, Mrs. Biggs drew Eloise
+to the window in time to see a handsome open carriage
+drawn by two splendid bays passing the house.
+The Colonel was muffled up as closely as if it were
+midwinter, and only a part of his face and his long,
+white hair were visible, but he was sitting upright,
+with his head held high, and looked the embodiment
+of aristocratic pride and arrogance. The lady beside
+him was very slight, and sat in a drooping kind of
+posture, as if she were tired, or restless, or both. To
+see her face was impossible, for she was closely veiled,
+and neither she nor the Colonel glanced toward the
+house as they passed.</p>
+
+<p>"I am so disappointed. I wanted to see her face,"
+Eloise said, watching the carriage until it was hidden
+from view by a turn in the road. "You say she is
+lovely?" and she turned to Mrs. Biggs.</p>
+
+<p>"Lovely don't express it. Seraphic comes nearer.
+Looks as if she had some great sorrow she was constantly
+thinking of, and trying to smile as she thought
+of it," Mrs. Biggs replied. Then, as Eloise looked
+quickly up, she exclaimed, "Well, if I ain't beat! It's
+come to me what I've been tryin' to think of ever
+sense I seen you. They ain't the same color; hers
+is darker, but there is a look in your eyes for all the
+world as hers used to be when she was a girl, and
+wan't wearin' her high-heeled shoes and ridin' over
+our heads. Them times she was as like the Colonel
+as one pea is like another, and her eyes fairly snapped.
+Other times they was soft and tender-like, and bright
+as stars, with a look in 'em which I know now was
+kinder,&mdash;well, kinder crazy-like, you know."</p>
+
+<p>Eloise had heard many things said of her own eyes,
+but never before that they were crazy-like, and did
+not feel greatly complimented. She laughed, however,
+and said she would like to see the lady whose
+eyes hers were like.</p>
+
+<p>Before Mrs. Biggs could reply there was a step
+outside, and, tiptoeing to the window, she exclaimed,
+in a whisper, "If I won't give it up, there's the 'Piscopal
+minister, Mr. Mason, come to call on you!
+Ruby Ann must of told him you belonged to 'em."</p>
+
+<p>She dropped her knitting, and, hurrying to the
+door, admitted the Rev. Arthur Mason, and ushered
+him at once into the room where Eloise was sitting,
+saying as she introduced him, "I s'pose you have
+come to see her."</p>
+
+<p>It was an awkward situation for the young man,
+whose call was not prompted by any thought of
+Eloise. His business was with Mrs. Biggs, who had
+the reputation of being the parish register and town
+encyclop&aelig;dia, from which information regarding
+everybody could be gleaned, and he had come to her
+for information which he had been told she could
+probably give him. He had been in Crompton but
+three months, and had come there from a small parish
+in Virginia. On the first Sunday when he officiated
+in St. John's he had noticed in the audience a tall,
+aristocratic-looking man, with long white hair and
+beard, who made the responses loud and in a tone
+which told the valuation he put upon himself. In
+the same pew was a lady whose face attracted his attention,
+it was so sweet and yet so sad, while the
+beautiful eyes, he was sure, were sometimes full of
+tears as she listened with rapt attention to what he
+was saying of our heavenly home, where those we
+have loved and lost will be restored to us. It scarcely
+seemed possible, and yet he thought there was a nod
+of assent, and was sure that a smile broke over her
+face when he spoke of the first meeting of friends
+in the next world, the mother looking for her child,
+and the child coming to the gates of Paradise to meet
+its mother. Who was she, he wondered, and who
+was the old man beside her, who held himself so
+proudly? He soon learned who they were, and hearing
+that the Colonel was very lame, and the lady an
+invalid, he took the initiative and called at the
+Crompton House. The Colonel received him very
+cordially, and made excuses for Amy's non-appearance,
+saying she was not quite herself and shy
+with strangers. He was very affable, and evidently
+charmed with his visitor, until, as the conversation
+flowed on, it came out that the rector was a Southerner
+by birth, although educated for the ministry at
+the North, and that his father, the Rev. Charles Mason,
+was at present filling a vacancy in a little country
+church in Enterprise, Florida, where he had been before
+the war. The Rev. Arthur Mason could not
+tell what it was that warned him of an instantaneous
+change in the Colonel's manner, it was so subtle and
+still so perceptible. There was a settling himself
+back in his chair, a tighter clasping of his gold-headed
+cane with which he walked, and which he always kept
+in his hand. He was less talkative, and finally was
+silent altogether, and when at last the rector arose to
+go, he was not asked to stay or call again. Peter was
+summoned to show him the door, the Colonel bowing
+very stiffly as he went out. How he had offended,
+if he had done so, the rector could not guess,
+and, hearing within a week or two that the Colonel
+was indisposed, he called again, but was not admitted.
+Col. Crompton was too nervous to see any
+one, he was told, and there the acquaintance had
+ended. The Crompton pew was not occupied until
+Howard came and was occasionally seen in it. Evidently
+the new rector was a <i>persona non grata</i>, and he
+puzzled his brain for a reason in vain, until a letter
+from his father threw some light upon the subject
+and induced him to call upon Mrs. Biggs.</p>
+
+<p>As usual she was very loquacious, scarcely allowing
+him a word, and ringing changes on her own and
+Eloise's sprained ankle, until he began to fear he
+should have no chance to broach the object of his
+visit without seeming to drag it in. The chance came
+on the return of the Crompton carriage, with the
+Colonel sitting stiff and straight and Amy drooping
+under her veil beside him. Here was his opportunity,
+and the rector seized it, and soon learned nearly
+all Mrs. Biggs knew of Amy's arrival at Crompton
+House and the surmises concerning her antecedents.</p>
+
+<p>"She's a Crompton if there ever was one, and why
+the Colonel should keep so close a mouth all these
+years beats me," was Mrs. Biggs's closing remark,
+as she bowed the rector out and went back to Eloise,
+who felt that she was getting very familiar with the
+Crompton history, so far as Mrs. Biggs knew it.</p>
+
+</div><!--end chapter-->
+
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<h2><a name="2CHAPTER_IX"></a>CHAPTER IX<br/>
+LETTER FROM REV. CHARLES MASON</h2>
+
+<p class="right">
+"Enterprise, Fla., Sept. &mdash;, 18&mdash;.
+</p>
+
+<p class="letter">
+"My dear Arthur:
+</p>
+
+<p>"I was glad to hear that you were so pleasantly
+situated and liked your parish work. I trust it is
+cooler there than here in Florida, where the thermometer
+has registered higher day after day than
+it has before in years. I rather like it, however,
+as I am something of a salamander, and this, you
+know, is not my first experience in Florida. I was
+here between thirty and forty years ago, before I was
+married. In fact, I met your mother here at the
+Brock House, which before the war was frequented
+by many Southerners, some of whom came in the
+summer as well as in the winter.</p>
+
+<p>"It was while I was here that an incident occurred
+which made a strong impression upon my
+mind, and was recalled to it by your mention of
+<i>Crompton</i> as the town where you are living. On one
+of the hottest days of the season I attended a funeral,
+the saddest, and, in some respects, the most peculiar
+I ever attended. It was in a log-house some miles
+from the river, and was that of a young girl, who lay
+in her coffin with a pathetic look on her face, as if in
+death she were pleading for some wrong to be
+righted. I could scarcely keep back my tears when
+I looked at her, and after all these years my eyes
+grow moist when I recall that funeral in the palmetto
+clearing, with only Crackers and negroes in attendance,
+a demented old woman, a dark-eyed little girl,
+the only relatives, and a free negro, Jake, and Mandy
+Ann, a slave, belonging to Mrs. Harris, the only real
+mourners. Mandy Ann attended to the child and
+old woman, while Jake was master of ceremonies,
+and more intelligent than many white people I have
+met. Such a funeral as that was, with the cries and
+groans and singing of both whites and blacks! One
+old woman, called Judy, came near having the <i>power</i>,
+as they call a kind of fit of spiritual exaltation. But
+Jake shook her up, and told her to behave, as it was
+a 'Piscopal funeral and not a pra'r meetin'. Mandy
+Ann also shook up the old lady, Mrs. Harris, and
+screamed in her ear through a trumpet, while the
+little dark-eyed child joined in the refrain of the
+negroes' song,</p>
+
+<p class="poem">
+"'Oh, it will be joyful<br/>
+When we meet to part no more.'
+</p>
+
+<p>"It was ludicrous, but very sad, and Jake's efforts
+to keep order were pitiful. He called his young mistress
+Miss Dory, and was most anxious to screen her
+from the least suspicion of wrong. When I questioned
+him with regard to the parentage of the little
+girl, he wrung his hands and answered, 'I do' know
+for shu', but fo' God it's all right. She tole me so,
+fo' she died, an' Miss Dory never tole a lie. She
+said to find Elder Covil, who knew, but he's done
+gone off Norf, or somewhar.'</p>
+
+<p>"I felt sure it was all right when I saw the girl's
+face. It must have been beautiful in life, and no taint
+of guilt had ever marred its innocence. There could
+have been no fault at her door, except concealment,
+and the reason for that was buried in her grave. I
+heard of a stranger who visited the clearing three
+or four years before the funeral. Jake was away, but
+Mandy Ann was there and full of the 'gemman,' who,
+I have no doubt, was the girl's husband and a great
+scamp. I left Florida within a week after that funeral,
+and have never been here since, until I came
+to take charge for a time of the church which has
+been erected here. I should never have known the
+place, it has changed so since the close of the war
+and the influx of visitors from the North. The hotel,
+which has been greatly improved and enlarged, is
+always full in the season, and it is one of the most
+popular winter resorts on the river.</p>
+
+<p>"One of my first inquiries was for the negroes Jake
+and Mandy Ann. The latter is married and lives
+near the hotel, with as many children, I thought, as
+the old woman who lived in a shoe, the way they
+swarmed out when I called to see their mother. She
+had gone to Jacksonville to see 'ole Miss Perkinses,
+who was dyin', and had sent for her 'case she done
+live with her when she was a girl,' one of the pickaninnies
+said. When I asked for Jake I was told he
+was still in the palmetto clearing. No one could tell
+me anything about the little girl who must now, if
+living, be a woman of nearly forty. Indeed, no one
+seemed to remember her, so changed are the people
+since the war. Jake, I was sure, had not forgotten,
+and a few days ago I went to see him. He is an old
+man now, and if there is such a thing as an aristocratic
+negro, he is one; with his face black as ebony,
+his hair white as snow, and his eyes full of intelligence
+and fire, especially when he talks of Miss Dory and
+'de good ole times fo' she went to Georgy and met
+de Northern cuss.' That is what he calls the man
+who came for the little girl after the old grandmother
+died.</p>
+
+<p>"I will tell you the story of his coming as Jake told
+it to me in the little enclosure where Miss Dory is
+buried, and where there is a very pretty monument
+to her memory, with 'Eudora, aged 20,' upon it.
+He was working in the yard, which was a garden of
+bloom, and over the grave and around the monument
+a Marshal Niel had twined itself, its clusters
+of roses filling the air with perfume. Pushing them
+a little aside, so that I could see the lettering more
+distinctly, he said, 'That's what he tole me to put
+thar, jess "Eudora, aged 20." I've left room for another
+name when I'm perfectly shu'. I don't want
+to put no lie on a grave stun, if her name wan't
+Crompton.'</p>
+
+<p>"'Crompton!' I repeated, thinking of your parish.</p>
+
+<p>"'Yes, Mas'r Mason, fo' God I b'lieve it's Crompton
+shu'. He comed an' fetched lil chile Dory, the
+lil girl you seen at the funeral, what seems only
+yestiddy, one way and in another a big lifetime sense
+we buried her mother here.'</p>
+
+<p>"'Who is Mr. Crompton, and how did he know
+about the child?' I asked, and Jake replied, 'He is
+somebody from the Norf, and he'd sent money to
+Mas'r Hardy in Palatka for Miss Dory, who put it
+away for de chile. After she died Mas'r Hardy was
+gwine to Europe, an' tole me 'twas Col. Crompton,
+Troutburg, Massachusetts, who sent the money, but
+he wouldn't say nothin' else, 'cept that Col. Crompton
+had gin him his confidence and he should keep it.
+I'm shoo that Miss Dory sent letters through Mas'r
+Hardy to de Colonel, an' he writ to her. Not very
+offen, though. She'd sen' one to Mas'r Hardy, an'
+he'd sen' it Norf, an' then she'd wait and wait for de
+answer, an' when it came you or'to seen her face light
+up like sun-up on de river in a May mornin'. An'
+her eyes,&mdash;she had wonnerful eyes,&mdash;would shine like
+de stars frosty nights in Virginny. Maybe 'twas
+mean, but sometimes I watched her readin' de letter,
+her han's flutterin' as she opened it like a little
+bird's wings when it's cotched. I think she was allus
+'spectin' sumptin' what never comed. The letters
+was short, but it took her a mighty time to read 'em,
+'case you see she wasn't good at readin' writin', an'
+I 'specs de Colonel's handwrite wasn't very plain.
+She used to spell out de long words, whisperin' 'em
+out sometimes, her face changin' till all de brightness
+was gone, an' it was more like a storm on de river
+than sun-up. Den she'd fold de letter, an' take up de
+lil chile an' kiss it, an' say, "I've got <i>you</i>. We'll never
+part." Den she'd burn de letter. I specs he tole
+her to, an' she was shoo to mind. Den she'd go at
+her readin' book agin, or writin', tryin' to larn, but
+'twixt you an' I 'twan't in her, an', no direspec'
+nuther, de Harrises couldn't larn from books. Dey's
+quick to 'dapt theirselves to what they seen, an' she
+didn't see nothin'.</p>
+
+<p>"'Once she said to me when de big words troubled
+her an' floor'd me, "I can never be a lady dis way.
+Ef he'd take me whar he is, an' 'mongst his people,
+I should larn thar ways, but what can I do here
+wid&mdash;" She didn't say "wid Jake an' Mandy Ann
+an' ole granny, an' de rest of 'em," but she meant it.
+If it hadn't been for the lil chile she could of gone to
+school. I tole her oncet I'd sen' her an' take care
+of de lil chile an' ole Miss,&mdash;me an' Mandy Ann. The
+tears come in her eyes as she ast whar I'd git de
+money, seein' we was layin' up what come from de
+Norf for de chile. I'd done thought that out lyin'
+awake nights an' plannin' how to make her a lady.
+I'se bawn free, you know, an' freedom was sweet to
+me an' slavery sour, but for Miss Dory I'd do it, an'
+I said, "I'll sell myself to Mas'r Hardy, or some gemman
+like him." Thar's plenty wants me, an' would
+give a big price, an' she should have it all for her
+schoolin'.</p>
+
+<p>"'You orter have seen her face then. Every part
+of it movin' to oncet, an' her eyes so bright I could
+not look at 'em for the quarness thar was in 'em, an'
+I'll never forget her voice as she said, "That can't
+be; but, Jakey, you are de noblest man, black or white,
+I ever seen, an' my best frien', an' I loves you as if
+you was my brodder."</p>
+
+<p>"'Dem's her very words, an' I would of sole myself
+for her if I could. But de lam gin up after a
+while. All de hope an' life went out of her, an' she
+died' an' you done 'tended her funeral,&mdash;you 'members
+it,&mdash;as fust class as I could make it. I tole you
+sumptin' den, but not all this. It wasn't a fittin' time,
+but seein' you brings it all back. Mandy Ann an'
+me said we'd keep lil chile a while, bein' ole Miss was
+alive, though she was no better than a broomstick
+dressed in her clothes. She didn't know nothin', not
+even that Miss Dory was dead, an' kep' askin' whose
+chile it was,&mdash;ef it was Mandy Ann's, an' why it was
+hyar. It kinder troubled her, I think, it was so
+active an' noisy, an' sung so much. Used to play
+at pra'r meetin' an' have de pow' powerful, as she
+had seen de blacks have it when Mandy Ann took her
+to thar meetin's. Seems ef she liked thar ways better
+than what I tried to teach her from de Pra'r
+Book, an' they is rather more livelier for a chile. All
+de neighbors was interested in her, an' ole Miss
+Thomas most of all. She's de one what stood out
+de longest agin Miss Dory, 'case she didn't tell squar
+what she'd promised not to. But she gin in at de
+funeral, an' was mighty nice to the lil chile. When
+ole Miss Lucy died she comed in her democrat
+wagon, as she did for Miss Dory, an' coaxed lil chile
+inter her lap, an' said she showed she had good blood,
+an' or'to be brung up a lady, an' it wasn't fittin' for
+her to stay whar she was, an' if I knew de fader I mus'
+write to him.</p>
+
+<p>"'I knew dat as well as she did, an' after consultin'
+wid Mandy Ann an' prayin' for light, it come
+dat I must sen' on, an' I did, hopin' he wouldn' come,
+for to part wid de lil chile was like tearin' my vitals
+out, an' Mandy Ann's, too. He did come,&mdash;a big,
+gran' man, wid a look which made me glad Miss
+Dory was in heaven 'stead of livin' wid him. He'd
+been hyar oncet before. Mebby I tole you, at de
+funeral. My mind gets leaky, an' I can't 'member
+exactly, an' so repeats.'</p>
+
+<p>"'I think not,' I said, 'and if you did, I have forgotten,
+and am willing to hear it again.'</p>
+
+<p>"We were sitting now on a bench close by what
+Jake said had been the little girl's play-house, which
+she called her <i>Shady</i>, because it was under a palm tree.</p>
+
+<p>"'Yes, he comed,' Jake said, 'two or three weeks
+after Miss Dory comed home from Georgy, whar
+she was visitin' her kin. Mandy Ann tole me 'bout
+him,&mdash;how he walked an' talked to Miss Dory, till
+when he went away her face was white as the gown
+she put on when she hearn he was comin'. You see,
+Mandy Ann was on de boat wid him, an' tole her.
+She was all of a twitter, like you've seen de little
+hungry birds in de nest when dar mudder is comin'
+wid a worm,&mdash;an' she was jess as cold an' slimpsy
+an' starved when he went away as dem little birds is
+when de mudder is shot on de wing an' never comes
+wid de worm. You know what I mean. She s'pected
+somethin' an' didn't get it.'</p>
+
+<p>"Jake was very eloquent in his illustrations, and
+I looked admiringly at him as he went on: 'I was in
+Virginny vallyin' for Mas'r Kane, a fine gemman
+who gin me big wage, an' I was savin' it up to buy
+some things for de house, 'case I reckoned how Miss
+Dory seen somethin' different in Georgy. Her kin
+was very 'spectable folks, an' she might want some
+fixin's. Thar was nobody hyar but ole Miss Lucy,
+who'd had some kind of a spell an' lost most of her
+sense, an' didn't know more'n a chile. Mandy Ann
+got somebody to write me that Miss Dory had a
+beau,&mdash;a gran' man, an' I was that pleased that I ast
+the price of a second-han' pianny, thinkin' mebby
+she'd want to larn, 'case she sung so nice. Den I
+never hearn anoder word, 'cept from Miss Dory, till
+Mas'r Hardy writ Mas'r Kane to sen' me home,
+'case I was needed. I s'posed ole Miss Lucy had
+had another fit, an' started thinkin' all de way up de
+river how I'd see Miss Dory standin' in de do' wid
+de smile on her face, an' de light in her eyes, an' her
+pleasant voice sayin' to me, "How d'ye, Jake, I'se
+mighty glad to see you." 'Stid o' that she wasn't
+thar, an' Mandy Ann come clatterin' down de stars,
+an' I hearn a baby cry. In my s'prise I said, "What's
+dat ar? Has ole Miss got a baby?"</p>
+
+<p>"'Mandy Ann laughed till she cried, den cried
+without laughin', an' tole me wid her face to de wall,
+an' I was so shamed I could of hid in de san', an'
+Mandy Ann, they tole me, did run inter de woods
+at fust to hide herself. Den she smarted up an' fit
+for Miss Dory, who said nothin' 'cept, "Wait, it will
+all be right. I tole him I would wait. I'm a good
+girl," an' fo' Heaven, I b'lieved her, though some o'
+de white trash didn't at fust, but they all did at the
+last. Maybe I'm tirin' you?'</p>
+
+<p>"'No,' I said, 'go on,' and he continued: 'I'se
+tole you most all dat happened after dat till she died
+an' you comed to de funeral.</p>
+
+<p>"'When ole miss died, I writ to de Colonel, as I
+tole you, an' he comed, gran', an' proud, an' stiff, an'
+I tole him all 'bout Miss Dory same as I have you,&mdash;p'raps
+not quite so much,&mdash;p'raps mo'. I don't remember,
+'case as I said my memory is ole an' leaky,
+and mebby I ain't tellin' it right in course as I tole
+him. Some was in de house, an' some out hyar,
+whar I said, "Dis is her grave. She's lyin' under
+de san', but I'll fix her up in time an' she shall sleep
+under de roses."</p>
+
+<p>"'I tole him everything was done in order, an' how
+you preached about de Resurrection an' de Life, an'
+how sweet she look in her coffin, an' Mandy Ann's
+puttin' her ring on de weddin' finger, an' his mouf
+trembled like, up and down, an' I b'lieve ef thar had
+been a tear in his dried-up heart he'd of shed it.</p>
+
+<p>"'Oncet, when he seemed kinder softened, I ast
+him squar," Ain't you her husband?"</p>
+
+<p>"'Thar was such a quar look in his eyes,&mdash;a starin'
+at me a minit,&mdash;an' then he said, "I am nobody's husband,
+an' never shall be."</p>
+
+<p>"'I b'lieve he lied, an' wanted to knock him down,
+but wouldn't right thar by her grave. He tole me
+I was to have all the money Miss Dory had been
+layin' up, an' he would send me mo' for the stun.
+I ast what I should put on it, an' he said, "What was
+on her coffin plate?"</p>
+
+<p>"Eudora, aged 20," I tole him. "Put the same
+on the stun," he said. He tole me I was to stay on
+de place, an' have all I made. Then thar was Mandy
+Ann, who 'longed to de lil chile. She was to stay
+hyar, he said, an' he'd pay her wage which she could
+keep herself. He'd settle wid de lil chile when de
+time come, an' set Mandy Ann free. I think he
+meant it, but he was spar'd de trouble, for de wah
+corned like a big broom an' swep' slavery away, an'
+mos' everyting souf wid it, an' Mandy Ann was free
+any way widout de Colonel.</p>
+
+<p>"'After de chile went away I got to broodin' over
+Miss Dory's wrongs, till I'se so worked up agin de
+Colonel, dat when de wah broke out I was minded
+to 'list, hopin' I'd meet him somewhar in battle an'
+shoot him. Den I cooled down an' staid home an'
+raised things an' worked for de poor folks hyar,&mdash;de
+women, whose husban's an' brudders had gone to
+de wah. Ted,&mdash;dat's de boy on de "Hatty" long
+ago,&mdash;went to de wah wid a great flourish, promisin'
+Mandy Ann he'd shoot the Colonel shu' ef he got a
+chance. An' what do you think? At de fust crack of
+de cannon in de fust battle he seen, he cut an' run, an'
+kep' on runnin' till he got hyar, beggin' me an' Mandy
+Ann to hide him, 'case he was a deserter. I held my
+tongue, an' let Mandy Ann do as she pleased, an'
+she hid him till de Federals come, when he jined them,
+an' did get hit, but 'twas on de back or shoulder,
+showin' which way he was runnin'.</p>
+
+<p>"'Den Mandy Ann married him, an' has ten chillenses,
+an' washes an' scrubs for de Brock House
+an' everybody, while Ted struts roun' wid a cigar in
+his mouf, an' says he has neber seen a well day sense
+de wah,&mdash;dat his shoulder pains him powerful at
+times,&mdash;an' he is tryin' to get a pension, an' Mandy
+Ann is helpin' him. Beats all what women won't do
+for a man if they love him, no matter how big a
+skunk he is. Miss Dory died for one, an' Mandy
+Ann is slavin' herself to deff for one. I'se mighty
+glad I'se not a woman.'</p>
+
+<p>"Here Jake stopped a moment, presumably to reflect
+on the waywardness of Miss Dory and Mandy
+Ann caring for two skunks,&mdash;one the Colonel and one
+Ted, whose last name I did not know till I asked Jake,
+who replied, 'Hamilton&mdash;a right smart name, I'm
+told, an' 'long'd to de quality. Ole man Hamilton
+come from de norf somewhar, an' bought Ted's
+mother, a likely mulatto. Who his fader was I doan
+know. He's more white dan black, an' is mighty
+proud of his name,&mdash;Hamilton,&mdash;'case somebody
+tole him thar was once a big man, Hamilton, an'
+when Mandy Ann had twin boys, she was tole to call
+'em Alexander an' Aaron,&mdash;sumptin',&mdash;I doan justly
+remember what. It makes me think of a chestnut.'</p>
+
+<p>"'Burr,' I suggested, and he replied, 'Yes, sar,
+dat's it,&mdash;Aaron Burr,&mdash;anoder big man,&mdash;an' dey
+calls de twins Alex and Aaron. Fine boys, too, wid
+Mandy Ann's get-up in 'em. Dar's two mo' twins,&mdash;little
+gals; beats all what a woman Mandy Ann is for
+twins,&mdash;an' she calls 'em Judy and Dory,&mdash;one for
+young Miss, an' t'other for de rag doll lil chile took
+norf wid her and called Judy, for an ole woman who
+has gone to de Canaan she used to sing about&mdash;"Oh,
+I'se boun' for de lan' of Canaan." She was powerful
+in pra'r, an' at de fust meetin' after de wah, an'
+she knew she was free, I b'lieve you could of hearn
+her across de lake to Sanford, she shout "Glory,
+bress de Lawd!" so loud. But for all she was free,
+she wouldn't leave ole Miss Thomas. "I likes my
+mistis, an' I ain't gwine to leave her wid somebody
+else to comb her har, an' make her corn bread," she
+said, when dey tried to persuade her to go to Palatky.
+She staid wid ole Miss, who buried her decent, an'
+has gone herself to jine her an' Miss Dory in de
+better land, which seems to me is not far away; an'
+offen, when I sees de sun go down in a glory of red
+an' purple an' yaller,&mdash;I'se mighty fond of yaller,&mdash;I
+says to myself, "It's dat way dey goes to de udder
+world, whar, please God, I'll go some day fore berry
+long,&mdash;for I tries to be good."</p>
+
+<p>"There was a rapt look in Jake's face as he turned
+it to the west, and I would have given much to know
+that my future was as assured as his."</p>
+
+<p>Here the first part of Mr. Mason's letter closed abruptly,
+as a friend came to call, but he added hastily,
+"To-morrow I'll finish, and tell you about the child
+who now occupies all Jake's thoughts, praying every
+day that he may see her again."</p>
+
+</div><!--end chapter-->
+
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<h2><a name="2CHAPTER_X"></a>CHAPTER X<br/>
+PART SECOND OF REV. MR. MASON'S LETTER</h2>
+
+<p>"I was interrupted yesterday, and hardly know
+where to begin again, or what I have written, as Jake
+was a little mixed and went forward and back at
+times, showing that his memory was, as he said,
+leaky, but when he struck the child he was bright as
+a guinea. 'Lil Chile' and 'Honey Bee' he calls her.
+He told me of her running into the house to meet
+the Colonel, with her soiled frock, and her face and
+hands besmeared with molasses; of her tussle with
+Mandy Ann, who wanted to wash her face and change
+her clothes, and of her fine appearance at the last in
+a white gown, her best, which he had bought and
+Mandy Ann made not long before, and which the
+Colonel would not take with him. So they kept it,
+and Mandy Ann washed and ironed it, and put it
+away with some sweet herbs, and aired it every year
+till she was married, when Jake cared for it till Mandy
+Ann's twins were born,&mdash;Alex and Aaron. Then
+Mandy Ann borrowed it for them to be christened
+in, one of them one Sunday and one the next, so
+that both had the honor of wearing it, while Jake
+was sponsor, 'For,' said he, 'Mandy Ann has gin
+up them hollerin' meetin's whar white folks done
+come to see de ole darkies have a kind of powow,
+as dey use to have befo' de wah. Clar for't if de
+folks from de Norf don't gin de blacks money to sing
+de ole-time songs an' rock an' weave back an' forth
+till dey have de pow'. I don't think much of dat ar,
+jess 'musin' theyselves wid our religion;' and Jake
+looked his disgust, and continued:</p>
+
+<p>"'Mandy Ann like mighty well to jine 'em, but
+I hole her back, an' now she's 'Piscopal, ef she's
+anything,&mdash;an' when de girl twins come,&mdash;Dory an'
+Judy,&mdash;she borrowed lil chile's gown agin. Dat
+make fo' times, an' then I shet de gates, an' said, "No
+mo' gown, an' no mo' twins," an' thar hain't been
+no mo'.</p>
+
+<p>"'But I'se got a good ways from lil chile, who
+wan't an atom shy of de Colonel, though he was of
+her, an' when he took her han' I could almost see
+him squirm like. I think he tried to be kind, an' he
+gin her a lil ivory book he had on his watch-chain,
+but you see he didn't feel it. He didn't care for
+children, and it seemed as if he wanted to get away
+from this one. But he couldn't. She was his'n; I'd
+bet my soul on dat. He had to come after her an'
+took her, though 'twas 'bout the wust job he ever
+did, I reckon. She fit like a tiger cat about gwine
+wid him, an' 's true's you bawn, I don't b'lieve she'd
+gone ef he hadn't took me wid him to Savannah. I
+can't tell you, Mas'r Mason, 'bout de partin' thar.
+'Twas drefful, an' I kin see her now rollin' on de flo',
+wid her heels an' han's in de air, an' she a-sayin' she
+mus' stay wid Shaky. I bought her such a pretty
+red cloak, all lined wid white silk, an' wrapped her
+in it, an' took her on to de boat, an' left her thar,
+she thinkin' I was comin' back, an' the last I seen of
+her, as the boat moved off, she was jumpin' up an'
+down, an' stretchin' her arms to me, an' the Cunnel
+holdin' her tight, or I b'lieve she'd sprung overboard.
+He'd a good time gettin' her home, I reckon.
+She was the very old Harry when her dander was
+up,' and the old negro laughed as he thought of what
+the Colonel must have borne on that journey with his
+troublesome charge.</p>
+
+<p>"There came a few lines to him, he said, telling of
+Col. Crompton's safe arrival home, and that the child
+was well. After a while the war broke out, and communication
+with the North was cut off. The friend
+in Palatka, who had returned from Europe and joined
+the Confederate Army, was killed, and the letter
+which Jake sent to Col. Crompton when peace was
+restored was not answered for a long time. At last
+the Colonel wrote that Eudora had married against
+his wishes and gone to Europe, and Jake was not to
+trouble him with any more letters concerning her.</p>
+
+<p>"An' that's all I knows of her,' he said, 'whether
+she's dead or alive, or whar she is; but if I did know
+I b'lieve I'd walk afoot to de Norf to see her. She
+ain't my lil chile Dory no mo', but I allus thinks of
+her like dat, an' I keeps de cradle she was rocked in
+by my bed, an' sometimes, when I'se lonesome nights,
+an' can't sleep for thinkin' of her, I puts my han' out
+an' jogs it with a feelin' the lil one is thar, an' every
+day I prays she may come back to me, an' I b'lieve
+she will. Yes, sar, it comes to me that she will.'</p>
+
+<p>"The tears were running down the old man's face
+when, on our going to the house, he showed me the
+cradle close to his bed, a rude, old-fashioned, high-topped
+thing, such as the poorest families used years
+ago. There was a pillow, or cushion, in it, and a
+little patchwork quilt, which, he said, Mandy Ann
+pieced and made. He showed me, too, a second or
+third school reader, soiled and worn and pencil
+marked, and showing that it had been much used.</p>
+
+<p>"'This was Miss Dory's,' he said; 'the one she
+studied de most, tryin' to learn, an' gettin' terribly
+flustered wid de big words. I can see her now,
+bendin' over it airly an' late; sometimes wid de chile
+in her lap till she done tuckered out, an' laid it away
+with a sithe as if glad to be shet of it. She couldn't
+larn, an' de Lord took her whar dey don't ask what
+you knows,&mdash;only dis: does you lub de Lord? an' she
+did, de lamb.'</p>
+
+<p>"Jake was still crying, and I was not far from it
+as I saw in fancy that poor young girl trying to learn,
+trying to master the big words and their meaning,
+in the vain hope of fitting herself for companionship
+with a man who had deserted her, and who probably
+never had for her more than a passing fancy, of which
+he was ashamed and would gladly ignore.</p>
+
+<p>"'I showed him de book,' Jake said, 'an' tole him
+how she tried to larn, an' I tried to help her all I
+could, an' then he did have some feelin' an' his eyes
+got red, but he didn't drap a tear; no, sar, not a
+drap! He ast me could he have de book, an' I said,
+"No, sar, not for nothin'. It's mine," an' he said,
+proud-like, "As you please." He was mighty good
+to me an' Mandy Ann 'bout money, an' when I writ
+him she was married, he sent her two hundred dollars,
+which she 'vested in a house, or Ted would of
+spent it for fine close an' cigarettes. He must be
+gettin' ole, as I be, an' they call de town Crompton,
+after him, 'stid of Troutburg.'</p>
+
+<p>"Remembering your parish, I told him I had a
+son settled in Crompton, Massachusetts. I hardly
+thought there were two towns of the same name in
+one State, and I'd inquire if Col. Crompton lived
+there. His face brightened at once, and when I left
+him, he grasped my hand and said, 'Bress de Lawd
+for de grain of comfort you done give me. If she is
+thar I'd walk all de road from Floridy to see her, if
+I couldn't git thar no other way. Thankee, Mas'r
+Mason, for comin' to see me. I'se pretty reg'lar at
+church, an' sets by de do', an' allus gives a nickel for
+myself an' one for Miss Dory dead an' for Miss Dory
+livin', an' I makes Mandy Ann 'tend all I can, though
+she'd rather go whar she says it's livelier. She is
+mighty good to me,&mdash;comes ebery week an' clars up
+an' scoles me for gittin' so dirty. She's great on a
+scrub, Mandy Ann is. Muss you go? Well, I'm
+glad you comed, an' I s'pec's I've tole you some
+things twiste, 'case of my memory. Good-by.'</p>
+
+<p>"He accompanied me to the door, and shook hands
+with all the grace of a born gentleman. Then I left
+him, but have been haunted ever since by a picture
+of that old negro in his lonely cabin, jogging that
+empty cradle nights when he cannot sleep, and
+contrasting him with Col. Crompton, whoever and
+wherever he may be. Perhaps you can throw some
+light on the subject. The world is not so very wide
+that our sins are not pretty sure to find us out, and
+that some Col. Crompton has been guilty of a great
+wrong seems certain. Possibly he is one of your
+parishioners, and you may know something of the
+second Dory. I shall await your answer with some
+anxiety.</p>
+
+<p class="right">
+"Your father,          <br/>
+"CHARLES MASON."
+</p>
+
+<p>This was the letter which had sent the Rev. Arthur
+to call on Mrs. Biggs, with no thought of Eloise in
+his mind. She was not yet an active factor in the
+drama which was to be played out so rapidly. Returning
+to his boarding place, the rector read his
+father's letter a second time, and then answered it.
+A part of what he wrote we give:</p>
+
+<p>"I have just come from an interview with a woman
+who is credited with knowing the history of the place
+forty years back, and I have no doubt that Shaky's
+Col. Crompton is living here in Crompton Place, the
+richest man in town and largest contributor to the
+church. There is a lady living with him who people
+believe is his daughter, although he has never
+acknowledged her as such. Mrs. Biggs, the woman
+I interviewed, gave me a most graphic account of the
+manner of her arrival at Crompton Place, when she
+was a little girl like the one you describe. She has a
+lovely face, but is a little twisted in her brain. She
+did run away with her music teacher, and her name
+is Amy Eudora. There was no mention made of
+Harris. They call her Miss Amy. There can't be
+much doubt of her identity with Jaky's lil chile.
+Send him on, and Mandy Ann, too,&mdash;and the four
+twins, Alex and Aaron, Judy and Dory. I'll pay
+half their fare! There's enough of the old Adam in
+me to make me want to see them confront the proud
+Colonel, who ignores me for reasons I could not
+fathom, until I received your letter. Then I suspected
+that because I am your son he feared that
+some pages of his life, which he hoped were blotted
+out by time and the ravages of war, might be revealed.
+He is an old man, of course, but distinguished-looking
+still, though much broken with
+rheumatic gout, which keeps him mostly at home.
+My respects to Shaky, whom I hope before long to
+hear ringing the bell at Crompton Place. Is that
+wicked? I suppose so, but I cannot help it.</p>
+
+<p>
+"ARTHUR."
+</p>
+
+</div><!--end chapter-->
+
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<h2><a name="2CHAPTER_XI"></a>CHAPTER XI<br/>
+SUNDAY CALLS</h2>
+
+<p>The day following the rector's call on Mrs. Biggs
+was Sunday, and the morning was wet and misty, with
+a thick, white fog which crept up from the sea and
+hid from view objects at any distance away.</p>
+
+<p>"This is nearly as bad as London," Howard said
+to Jack when, after breakfast, they stood looking out
+upon the sodden grass and drooping flowers in the
+park. "Have you a mind to go to church?"</p>
+
+<p>Jack shrugged his shoulders, and replied, "Not I;
+it's too damp. Are you going?"</p>
+
+<p>Howard had not thought of doing so until that
+moment, when an idea came suddenly into his mind,
+and he answered, "I think so,&mdash;yes. Some one
+ought to represent the Crompton pew. It is out
+of the question for my uncle to go, and he would not
+if he could. He has taken a violent prejudice against
+the new rector, for no reason I can think of. He is
+a good fellow,&mdash;the rector, I mean,&mdash;and not too
+straight-laced to smoke a cigar, and he knows a fine
+horse when he sees one, and preaches splendid sermons.
+I think I shall go and encourage him."</p>
+
+<p>He did not urge Jack to accompany him, nor
+would Jack have done so if he had. There was an
+idea in his mind, as well as in Howard's, which he
+intended to carry out, and half an hour after Howard
+started for church, he, too, left the house and walked
+slowly through the park in the direction of Mrs.
+Biggs's.</p>
+
+<p>"I don't know as it is just the thing to call on Sunday,"
+he thought, hesitating a little as he came in
+sight of the house, "but it seems an age since I saw
+her. I'll just step to the door and inquire how she
+is."</p>
+
+<p>His knock was not answered at first, but when he
+repeated it he heard from the parlor what sounded
+like&mdash;"The key is under the mat," in a voice he knew
+did not belong to Mrs. Biggs. That good woman
+was in church. Tim had gone to the choir in St.
+John's, and Eloise was alone. Ruby Ann had been
+to see her the night before with her massage and
+rubber band, both of which had proved so successful
+that Eloise was feeling greatly encouraged, and the
+outlook was not quite so forlorn as when she first
+landed at Mrs. Biggs's, helpless and homesick and
+half crazed with pain. Her ankle was improving
+fast, although she could not walk; but she had
+hopes of taking her place in school within a week or
+ten days. Mrs. Biggs had wondered why the young
+men from Crompton Place did not call on Saturday,
+and Eloise had felt a little disappointed when the day
+had passed and she did not see them.</p>
+
+<p>"'Tain't noways likely they'll come to-day. Folks
+know my principles, and that I don't b'lieve in Sunday
+visiting," she said as she tidied up the room before
+starting for church. "Nobody'll come, unless it
+is Ruby Ann with her massage, that's no more good
+than a cat's foot; so I'll just give the parlor a lick and
+a promise till to-morrow, and 'fise you I'd be comfortable
+in that wrapper."</p>
+
+<p>But Eloise insisted upon the white dressing jacket
+with pink ribbons, in which Mrs. Biggs said she
+looked "like a picter," regretting that the young
+men could not see her.</p>
+
+<p>"If it wasn't for desiccating the Sabbath I wish
+them high bucks would call," she added, as she gave
+a final whisk to the duster and went to prepare for
+church. "I'm goin' to lock the door and put the
+key under the mat, so nobody can get in if they want
+to. I might lose it if I carried it to meetin'. I did
+once, and had to clamber inter the butry winder,"
+was her last remark as she left the house; and Eloise
+heard the click of the key and knew she was locked
+in and alone.</p>
+
+<p>She was not afraid, but began to imagine what she
+could do in case of a fire, or if any one were to come
+knocking at the door. "Sit still and not answer,"
+she was thinking when Jack came rapidly up the
+walk. She saw his shadow as he passed the window,
+and her heart gave a great bound, for she knew who
+was "desiccating" the Sabbath by calling upon her.
+The first knock she did not answer, but when the
+second came, louder and more imperative than the
+first, she called out, "The key is under the mat," regretting
+her temerity in an instant, and trembling as
+she thought, "What if I am doing something improper
+to admit him, and Mrs. Biggs should disapprove!"</p>
+
+<p>The thought sent the blood to her cheeks, which
+were scarlet as Jack came in, eager and delighted to
+find her alone.</p>
+
+<p>"Locked up like a prisoner," he said, as he took
+her hand, which he held longer than was at all necessary,
+while he looked into her eyes, where the gladness
+at seeing him again was showing so plainly.</p>
+
+<p>When he last saw her she was arrayed in Mrs.
+Biggs's spotted calico, and he was quick to note the
+change. He had thought her lovely before; she was
+beautiful now, with the brightness in her eyes and the
+color coming and going so rapidly on her cheeks.
+Drawing a chair close to her, he sat down just where
+he could look at her as he talked, and could watch the
+varying expression on her face. Once he laid his
+hand on the arm of her chair, but withdrew it when
+he saw her troubled look, as if she feared he was
+getting too familiar. He asked her about her sprain,
+and was greatly interested, or seemed to be, in the
+massage and rubber band which were helping her
+so much. Then he spoke of Ruby Ann, the biggest
+woman he ever saw, he believed, and just the one for
+a school-teacher. He was past the school-house the
+day before, he said. It seemed they had half a day
+on Saturday and half a day on Wednesday. It was
+the boys' recess, and he never heard such a hullaballoo
+as they were making. A tall, lanky boy seemed
+to be the leader, whom the others followed.</p>
+
+<p>"That must be Tom Walker, the one who makes
+all the trouble, and whom Mr. Bills and Mrs. Biggs
+think I can't manage," Eloise said, with a little gasp,
+such as she always felt when she thought of Tom,
+who, Tim had reported, was boasting of what he
+meant to do with the lame schoolmarm when she
+came.</p>
+
+<p>Jack detected the trouble in her voice, and asked
+who Tom Walker was. It did not take long for
+Eloise to tell all she knew, while Jack listened
+thoughtfully, resolving to seek out Tom, and by
+thrashing, or threatening, or hiring, turn him from
+any plan he might have against this little girl, who
+seemed to him far too young and dainty to be thrown
+upon the mercy of the rabble he had seen by the
+school-house with Tom Walker at their head.</p>
+
+<p>"Don't worry about Tom. Big bullies like him
+are always cowards. You'll get along all right," he
+said encouragingly, with a growing desire to take
+the helpless girl in his arms and carry her away from
+Tom Walker and Mr. Bills and Mrs. Biggs, and the
+whole of her surroundings, which she did not seem
+at all to fit.</p>
+
+<p>He wanted to entertain her, and told her of an excursion
+on the water he had taken the previous day
+with Howard Crompton,&mdash;the last of the season, he
+said, and very enjoyable. He wished she had been
+there. Then he spoke of the Colonel, laughing at
+his peculiarities, and asking if she had ever heard of
+the Crompton "Formula." She said she had from
+Ruby Ann, and was glad she was not to be subjected
+to questioning on it, as she knew she should fail in
+everything except the four <i>rights</i>. She might manage
+them, but it was not necessary for her to be examined
+by anybody, since her normal school diploma
+was a license to teach anywhere in the State.</p>
+
+<p>"Hanged if I think I could manage the <i>rights</i>!"
+Jack said. "Spelling is not my forte, and Howard,
+who is great at it, missed the last one."</p>
+
+<p>"How is Mr. Howard?" Eloise asked, and Jack
+replied, "All right. Has gone to church like a good
+Christian. I ought to have gone, but I thought I'd
+come here, as you might be lonely here alone."</p>
+
+<p>It flashed through Eloise's mind to wonder how he
+knew she was alone, but she made no comment, except
+to say that the rector, Mr. Arthur Mason, called
+upon her the day before.</p>
+
+<p>"Did he?" Jack said. "I believe he is a fine fellow.
+Howard likes him, but for some reason the
+Colonel does not, and when Howard said he was going
+to church, and suggested bringing Mr. Mason
+home to lunch, he growled out something about not
+liking company on Sunday. He is a queer old cove,
+and does not seem to care for anybody but Miss Amy.
+He is devoted to her, and she is a lovely woman, and
+must once have been brilliant, but she puzzles me
+greatly. She seems to be rational on every subject
+except her life in California. If any allusion is made
+to that she looks dazed at once, and says, 'I can't
+talk about it. I don't remember.'"</p>
+
+<p>"My father died in California, and my mother is
+there now," Eloise said sadly.</p>
+
+<p>Jack had not supposed she had a mother. Mrs.
+Brown, who sat beside him at the commencement
+exercises in Mayville, had spoken of her as an orphan,
+and he replied, "I had somehow thought your mother
+dead."</p>
+
+<p>"No; oh, no!" Eloise answered quickly. "She is
+not dead; she is&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>She stopped suddenly, and Jack knew by her voice
+that her mother was a painful subject, and he began
+at once to speak of something else. He was a good
+talker, and Eloise a good listener, and neither took
+any heed to the lapse of time, until there was the
+sound of wheels before the house. A carriage had
+stopped to let some one out; then it went on, and
+Howard Crompton came up the walk and knocked
+at the door just as Jack had done an hour before.</p>
+
+<p>"Pull the bobbin and come in," Jack called out,
+and, a good deal astonished, Howard walked in, looking
+unutterable things when he saw Jack there before
+him, seemingly perfectly at home and perfectly
+happy, and in very close proximity to Eloise, who
+wondered what Mrs. Biggs would say if she came
+and found both the "high bucks" there.</p>
+
+<p>"Hallo!" Jack said, while Howard responded,
+"Hallo! What brought you here?"</p>
+
+<p>"A wish to see Miss Smith. What brought you?"
+was Jack's reply, and Howard responded, "A wish
+to see Miss Smith, of course. You didn't suppose I
+came to see Mrs. Biggs, did you? Where is the old
+lady?"</p>
+
+<p>Eloise explained that she had gone to church, and
+Jack told of the key under the mat, and the talk
+flowed on; and Eloise could not forbear telling them
+of Mrs. Biggs's wish not to have the Sabbath "desiccated"
+by visitors.</p>
+
+<p>"A regular Mrs. Malaprop," Jack said, while
+Howard suggested that they leave before she came
+home. "We can put the key under the mat, and
+she'll never know of the 'desiccation,'" he said.</p>
+
+<p>Jack looked doubtfully at Eloise, who shook her
+head.</p>
+
+<p>"No," she said, "I shall tell her you have been
+here. It would be a deception not to."</p>
+
+<p>"As you like. And it's too late now, for here she
+comes!" Howard said, as Mrs. Biggs passed the window
+and stooped to find the key.</p>
+
+<p>It was not there. Turning the mat upside down,
+she failed to discover it. The key was gone!</p>
+
+<p>"For goodness' sake, what can have happened?"
+they heard her say, as she pushed the door open and
+entered the room, where the two young men stood,
+one on either side of Eloise, as if to protect her.
+"Well, if I ain't beat!" the widow exclaimed, dropping
+into a chair and beginning to untie her bonnet
+strings as if they choked her. "Yes, I am beat.
+Hain't you been to meetin'?" she asked rather severely,
+her eyes falling on Howard, who answered
+quickly, "Yes, I have, and on my way home called
+to inquire for Miss Smith, and found this rascal here
+before me. He had unlocked the door and taken
+possession. You ought to have him arrested as a
+burglar, breaking into your house on Sunday."</p>
+
+<p>"I s'pose I or'ter," Mrs. Biggs said, "and I hope
+none of the neighbors seen you come in. Miss
+Brown acrost the way is a great gossip, and there
+hain't a speck of scandal ever been on my house in
+my life, and I a-boardin' schoolma'ams for fifteen
+years!"</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Biggs was inclined to be a little severe on the
+two young men invading her premises, but Jack was
+equal to the emergency. She was tugging at her
+bonnet strings, which were entangled in a knot, into
+which the cord of her eyeglasses had become twisted.</p>
+
+<p>"I can swear that neither Mrs. Brown, nor any
+one else was looking from the window when I came
+in. She was probably at church," Jack said, offering
+to help her, and finally undoing the knot which
+had proved too much for her. "There you are," he
+said, removing the bonnet, and setting her false
+piece, which had become a little askew, more squarely
+on her head. "You are all right now, and can blow
+me up as much as you please. I deserve it," he added,
+beaming upon her a smile which would have disarmed
+her of a dozen prejudices.</p>
+
+<p>Jack's ways were wonderful with women, both
+young and old, and Mrs. Biggs felt their influence
+and laughed, as she said, "I ain't goin' to blow,
+though I was took aback to see two men here, and
+I'd like to know how you knew where to find the
+key."</p>
+
+<p>"I told him," Eloise answered rather shamefacedly.</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Biggs shot a quick glance at her, and then
+said, with a meaning nod, "I s'pose I'd of done the
+same thing when John and me was courtin', and
+young folks is all alike."</p>
+
+<p>Eloise's face was scarlet, while Jack pretended suddenly
+to remember the lateness of the hour, and
+started to leave the room. As he did so his eyes
+fell upon a table on which a few books were lying.</p>
+
+<p>"You must find these lively," he said, turning them
+over and reading their titles aloud. "'Pilgrim's
+Progress,' 'Foxe's Martyrs,' 'Doddridge's Rise and
+Fall,' 'Memoir of Payson,' all solid and good, but a
+little heavy, 'United States History,' improving, but
+tedious,&mdash;and,&mdash;upon my word, 'The Frozen Pirate'!
+That is jolly! Have you read it?"</p>
+
+<p>Before Eloise could reply Mrs. Biggs exclaimed,
+"Of course she hasn't, and I don't know how under
+the sun it got in here, unless Tim put it here unbeknownst
+to me. I never read novels, and that is the
+wust I ever got hold of, and the biggest lie. I told
+Tim so."</p>
+
+<p>She took it from the table and carried it from the
+room, followed by the young men, who laughed as
+they thought how the widow, who never read novels,
+betrayed the fact that she had read "The Frozen
+Pirate."</p>
+
+</div><!--end chapter-->
+
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<h2><a name="2CHAPTER_XII"></a>CHAPTER XII<br/>
+THE MARCH OF EVENTS</h2>
+
+<p>"I say, Howard," Jack began, when they were
+out upon the road, "that girl ought to have something
+besides 'The Frozen Pirate' and 'Foxe's Martyrs'
+to brighten her up,&mdash;books and flowers, and
+other things. Do you think she'd take them?"</p>
+
+<p>Howard's head was cooler than Jack's, and he replied,
+"She would resent gifts from us, but would
+take them from Amy. Anyhow, we can try that
+dodge."</p>
+
+<p>"By Jove, you are right! We can send her a lot
+of things with Mrs. Amy's compliments," Jack exclaimed.
+"Flowers and books and candy, and&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>He did not finish what was in his mind, but the
+next morning, immediately after breakfast, he pretended
+that he had an errand in the village, and
+started off alone, preferring to walk, he said, when
+Howard suggested the carriage, and also declining
+Howard's company, which was rather faintly offered.
+Howard never cared to walk when he could drive,
+and then he had a plan which he could better carry
+out with Jack away than with him present. He was
+more interested in Eloise than he would like to confess
+to Jack or any one, and he found himself thinking
+of her constantly and wishing he could do something
+to make her more comfortable than he was
+sure she could be even in Mrs. Biggs's parlor. He
+was very fastidious in his tastes, and Mrs. Biggs's parlor
+was a horror to him, with its black hair-cloth furniture,
+and especially the rocker in which Eloise sat,
+and out of which she seemed in danger of slipping
+every time she bent forward. He had thought of
+his uncle's sea chair on the occasion of his first call,
+and now he resolved to send it in Amy's name.
+Something had warned him that in Eloise's make-up
+there was a pride equal to his own. She might receive
+favors from Amy, as she had the hat, and although
+a chair would seem a good deal perhaps, he
+would explain it on the ground of Amy's great desire
+to help some one when he saw her. He'd send
+it at once, he thought, and he wrote a note, saying,
+"Miss Smith: Please accept this sea chair with the
+compliments of Mrs. Amy, who thinks you will find
+it more comfortable than the hair-cloth rocker, of
+which I told her. As she seldom writes to any one,
+she has made me her amanuensis, and hopes you will
+excuse her. Yours, very truly, Howard Crompton,
+for Mrs. Amy."</p>
+
+<p>It was a lie, Howard knew, but that did not trouble
+him, and calling Sam, he bade him take it with the
+chair and a bunch of hothouse roses to Miss Smith.
+Sam took the chair and the note and the roses, and
+started for Mrs. Biggs's, stopping in the avenue to
+look at the shrub where Brutus had received the
+gouge in his shoulder, and stopping again at a point
+where some bits of glass from the broken window
+of the carriage were lying. All this took time, so
+that it was after eleven when he at last reached Mrs.
+Biggs's gate, and met a drayman coming in an opposite
+direction with Jack Harcourt on the cart,
+seated in a very handsome wheel chair, and looking
+supremely happy.</p>
+
+<p>Jack had been very busy all the morning visiting
+furniture stores and inquiring for wheel chairs, which
+he found were not very common. Indeed, there
+were only three in the town, and one of these had
+been sent from Boston for the approval of Col.
+Crompton when his rheumatic gout prevented him
+from walking. Something about it had not suited
+him, and it had remained with the furniture dealer,
+who, glad of a purchaser, had offered it to Jack for
+nearly half the original price. Jack did not care for
+the cost if the chair was what he wanted. It was
+upholstered with leather, both the seat and the back,
+and could be easily propelled from room to room
+by Eloise herself, while Jack thought it quite likely
+that he should himself some day take her out for an
+airing, possibly to the school-house, which he had
+passed on his way to the village. There was a shorter
+road through the meadows and woods than the one
+past the school-house, but Jack took the latter, hoping
+he might see Tom Walker again, in which case
+he meant to interview him. Nor was he disappointed,
+for sauntering in the same direction and
+chewing gum, with his cap on the back of his head
+and his hands in his pockets, was a tall, wiry fellow,
+whom Jack instantly spotted as Tom Walker, the
+bully, who was to terrorize Eloise.</p>
+
+<p>"Now is my time," Jack thought, hastening his
+steps and soon overtaking the boy, who, never caring
+whether he was late or early at school, was taking
+his time, and stopping occasionally to throw a
+stone at some bird on the fence or a tree. "Hallo,
+Tom!" Jack said in his cheery way as he came up
+with the boy, whose ungracious answer was, "How
+do you know my name is Tom?"</p>
+
+<p>At heart Tom was something of an anarchist,
+jealous of and disliking people higher in the social
+scale than he was, and this dislike extended particularly
+to the young gentlemen from the Crompton
+House, who had nothing to do but to enjoy themselves.
+He did not like to be patronized, but there
+was something in Jack's voice which made him accompany
+his speech with a laugh, which robbed it
+of some of its rudeness.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, I know you, just as, I dare say, you know me,
+Jack Harcourt, from New York, visiting at present
+at the Crompton House," was Jack's reply, which
+mollified Tom at once.</p>
+
+<p>If Jack had called himself Mr. Harcourt Tom would
+have resented it as airs. But he didn't; he said <i>Jack</i>,
+putting himself on a par with the boy, who took the
+gum from his mouth for a moment, looked at it, replaced
+it, and began to answer Jack's questions, which
+at first were very far from Eloise. But they struck
+her at last as they drew near the school-house.</p>
+
+<p>"I'm late, as usual," Tom said, rolling his gum
+from side to side in his mouth. "I presume I'll catch
+thunder, but I don't care. I'm not afraid of any
+schoolmarm I've ever seen, and I mean to carry the
+new one out on a couple of chips if she tries to boss
+me."</p>
+
+<p>There was a look on Tom's face which Jack did not
+like, but he said pleasantly, "No, you won't, when
+you see how helpless she is, and how she needs a
+young gentleman like you to stand by her."</p>
+
+<p>"I ain't a gentleman," Tom answered, but his
+voice was a good deal softened. "I'm just Tom
+Walker, who they lay everything to, and who the
+boys expect to do all their dirty work for them."</p>
+
+<p>"I see," Jack answered; "you pick off the hot
+chestnuts. <i>I</i> used to do that when a little shaver, till
+I got my fingers blistered so badly I decided to let
+some one else get burned in my place."</p>
+
+<p>"Did you ever cut up at school?" Tom asked,
+with a growing interest in and respect for Jack, who
+replied, "Oh, yes, I was pretty bad sometimes, and
+am ashamed of it when I remember how I annoyed
+some of my teachers. I have asked pardon of one
+or two of the ladies when I have chanced to meet
+them, but I never could have annoyed Miss Smith,
+nor will you when you know her. You haven't seen
+her yet?"</p>
+
+<p>"Nope!" Tom answered. "I hear she ain't bigger
+than my thumb, and awful pretty, Tim Biggs says,
+and he is threatening to thrash anybody who is mean
+to her. I'd laugh to see him tackle me!"</p>
+
+<p>"He'll have no occasion to, for I predict you will
+be the warmest champion Miss Smith has. See if
+you are not," Jack said, offering his hand to Tom, as
+they had now reached the school-house.</p>
+
+<p>"He is certainly a good deal of a ruffian," Jack
+said to himself as he went on his way, while Tom
+was not quite so sure of the two chips on which he
+was to carry Eloise out if she tried to boss him. He'd
+wait and see. That city chap from Crompton Place
+had certainly been very friendly, and had not treated
+him as if he was scum; and after taking his seat and
+telling Ruby Ann, with quite an air when she asked
+why he was so late, that he had been detained by Mr.
+Harcourt, who wanted to talk with him, he took from
+his desk his slate and rubbed out the caricature he
+had drawn the day before of a young girl on crutches
+trying to get up the steps of the school-house. He
+was intending to show it to Tim Biggs and make him
+angry, and to the other scholars and make them
+laugh, and thus ferment a prejudice against Eloise,
+for no reason at all except the natural depravity of
+his nature.</p>
+
+<p>The word "champion" kept sounding in his ears,
+and he wrote it two or three times on his slate, where
+the girl on crutches had been. "I always supposed
+champion belonged to prize-fighters, but Mr. Harcourt
+didn't mean that kind. He meant I was to
+stand up for her and behave myself. Well, I'll see
+what kind of craft she is," he thought.</p>
+
+<p>With this decision Tom took up his lessons, and
+had never been more studious and well behaved than
+he was that day.</p>
+
+<p>Meanwhile Jack had gone on his way to the village
+and bought his chair, with some misgivings as to
+how Eloise would receive it, even from Mrs. Amy.
+"I guess I'd better go with it, and make it right
+somehow," he thought, getting into the chair and
+riding along in state, while the people he met looked
+curiously at him. It was recess again when they
+reached the school-house, where, as usual, Tom
+Walker was leading the play. At sight of the dray
+he stopped suddenly, and then went swiftly forward
+to the cart, and said to Jack, "Goin' to take her out
+in that?"</p>
+
+<p>Jack reddened a little, but answered pleasantly,
+"Perhaps."</p>
+
+<p>"Well, I guess she'll like it better than the chips
+I told you about. I've thrown 'em away."</p>
+
+<p>A ring from Ruby Ann's bell told the boys their
+recess was over, and with a bow Tom hurried off,
+while Jack and his chair went on till they reached
+Mrs. Biggs's door, just as Sam came up with the sea
+chair. That good woman was washing in her back
+kitchen, but in response to the drayman's knock she
+came hurriedly, wiping the soap-suds from her arms
+as she came, and holding up both hands as she saw
+the two chairs deposited at the door, while Sam held
+the note and roses, and Jack stood looking a little
+shamefaced, as if he hardly knew what to say.</p>
+
+<p>"For the pity sakes and the old Harry, are you
+moving a furniture store, or what?" she asked.</p>
+
+<p>Jack began to explain that Mrs. Amy thought, or
+he thought&mdash;He could not quite bring himself to
+lie as glibly as Howard would have done, had he been
+there, and he stammered on, that he thought Miss
+Smith would soon be able to get round in a wheel
+chair, which he hoped she would accept with the compliments
+of&mdash;He didn't say Mrs. Amy, but Mrs.
+Biggs understood, and nodded that she did, helping
+him out by saying it was just like Mrs. Amy, and
+adding that it looked a good deal like the chair the
+Colonel had for a spell and then returned to Lowell
+&amp; Brothers, where she saw it a few days ago in the
+window.</p>
+
+<p>Jack made no reply, and Mrs. Biggs continued,
+"I s'pose t'other chair is Mrs. Amy's compliments,
+too. I'm sure I'm greatly obliged to her, and Miss
+Smith will be. She is quite peart this morning.
+Come in and see her."</p>
+
+<p>Jack did not think he would. He'd rather have
+Mrs. Biggs present his chair, feeling sure that her
+conscience was of the elastic kind, which would not
+stop at means if a good end was attained.</p>
+
+<p>"Thanks," he replied. "Later in the day I may
+come in. Good-morning."</p>
+
+<p>He walked away, leaving Mrs. Biggs alone with
+Sam, who was told to take the chairs into Eloise's
+room.</p>
+
+<p>"Something from the Crompton House. From
+Mrs. Amy, they say. It is like her to be sending
+things where she takes a notion as she has to you,"
+Mrs. Biggs said, while Eloise looked on in astonishment.</p>
+
+<p>She read Howard's note, and her surprise increased
+as she said, "I ought not to keep them. Col. Crompton
+would not like it if he knew."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, you ought. Mrs. Amy does what she likes
+without consulting the Colonel," Mrs. Biggs rejoined.
+"It would not do to send them back and upset her,
+and isn't there a verse somewhere in the Bible about
+taking what the gods give ye?"</p>
+
+<p>Eloise knew what she meant, and replied, "'Take
+the good the gods provide,' and they are certainly
+providing for me bountifully, but I must at least write
+a note of thanks to Mrs. Amy for her thoughtfulness
+and kindness."</p>
+
+<p>To this Mrs. Biggs, who felt that she was in league
+with the young men, also objected.</p>
+
+<p>"Better not," she said. "Better wait till you can
+go and thank her in person. I'll have Tim wheel
+you up some day. He'd like nothing better."</p>
+
+<p>To this Eloise finally assented, and at once exchanged
+the hair-cloth rocker for the sea chair, which
+she found a great improvement. When Tim came
+from school he was told of the addition to the furniture
+in the parlor by his mother, who added, "I
+smelt a rat at once, and thought it a pity to spoil the
+young men's fun. Mrs. Amy don't know nothin'
+about them chairs, no more than the man in the
+moon, and if Miss Smith had much worldly sense
+she'd know they never came from Mrs. Amy. But
+she hain't. She's nothin' but a child, and don't
+dream that both them young men is jest bewitched
+over her. I don't b'lieve Mr. Howard means earnest,
+but t'other one does. He's got the best face. I'd
+trust myself with him anywhere."</p>
+
+<p>Tim laughed at the idea that his mother could not
+trust herself with anybody, but said nothing. He
+was Eloise's devoted slave, and offered to wheel her
+miles if she cared to go; but she was satisfied with a
+few turns up and down the road, which gave her fresh
+air and showed her something of the country. The
+wheel chair was a great success, as well as the sea
+chair, in which she was sitting when the young men
+came in the afternoon to call, bringing some books
+which Mrs. Amy thought would interest her, and a
+box of candy, which Jack presented in his own person.
+He could not face her with Mrs. Amy as Howard
+could, and he felt himself a great impostor as he
+received her thanks for Mrs. Amy, who, he was sure,
+had entirely forgotten the girl.</p>
+
+<p>No mention was ever made of her in Amy's presence
+or the Colonel's. He was not yet over his wrath
+at the accident to his carriage and horse, which, with
+strange perversity, he charged to the Normal. Brutus
+was getting well, but there would always be a
+scar on his shoulder, where the sharp-pointed shrub
+had entered the flesh. The carriage had been repaired,
+the stained cushions had been re-covered, and
+the Colonel had sworn at the amount of the bill, and
+said it never would have happened if the trustees had
+hired Ruby Ann in the first place, as they should
+have done. He knew she now had the school, and
+felt a kind of grim satisfaction that it was so. She
+was rooted and grounded, while the other one, as far
+as he could learn, was a little pink and white doll,
+with no fundamentals whatever. He had forgotten
+that Howard was to sound her, and did not dream
+how often that young man and his friend were at
+Mrs. Biggs's, not sounding Eloise as to her knowledge,
+but growing more and more intoxicated with
+her beauty and sweetness and entire absence of the
+self-consciousness and airs they were accustomed to
+find in most young ladies.</p>
+
+<p>But for the non-arrival of the letter she was so anxious
+to get Eloise would have been comparatively
+happy, or at least content. Her ankle was gaining
+rapidly, and she hoped soon to take her place in
+school, Tim having offered to wheel her there every
+day and back, and assuring her that, mean as he was,
+Tom Walker was not mean enough to annoy her in
+her helpless condition. For some reason Eloise had
+not now much dread of Tom Walker, and expressed
+a desire to see him.</p>
+
+<p>"Tell him to call," she said to Tim, who delivered
+her message rather awkwardly, as if expecting a rebuff.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, get out," was Tom's reply, "I ain't one of
+your callin' kind, with cards and things, and she'll
+see enough of me bimeby."</p>
+
+<p>The words sounded more ungracious than Tom intended.
+He said he was not the calling kind, but
+the fact that he had been asked to do so pleased him,
+and two or three times he walked past Mrs. Biggs's
+in hopes to see the little lady in whom he was beginning
+to feel a good deal of interest. He met Jack
+occasionally, and always received a bow of recognition
+and a cheery "How are you, Tom?" until he
+began to believe himself something more than a
+loafer and a bully whom every hand was against. He
+was rather anxious for the little Normal to begin her
+duties, and she was anxious, too, for funds were low
+and growing less all the time.</p>
+
+<p>"Wait till the Rummage is over. That is coming
+next week. You will want to go to that and see
+the people you have not seen, and your scholars, too.
+They are sure to be there," Ruby Ann said to her.</p>
+
+<p>Ruby Ann was greatly interested in the Rummage
+Sale, as she was in anything with which she had to
+do, and all her spare time from her school duties was
+given to soliciting articles for it, and arranging for
+their disposition in the building where the sale was
+to be held. Eloise was interested because those
+around her were, and she offered her white apron a
+second time as the only thing she had to give.</p>
+
+<p>"I guess I'll do it up and flute the ruffles," Mrs.
+Biggs said. "'Tain't mussy, but a little rinse and
+starch won't harm it."</p>
+
+<p>She had given it a rinse and starch, and was ironing
+it when Jack came in, rather unceremoniously,
+as was his habit now that he came so often. This
+time he went to the kitchen door, as the other was
+locked, and found Mrs. Biggs giving the final touches
+to the apron, which she held up for his inspection.</p>
+
+<p>"Rummage," she said. "Miss Smith's contribution.
+Ain't it a beauty?"</p>
+
+<p>Jack was not much of a judge of aprons, but something
+in this dainty little affair interested him, and he
+wished at once that he knew of some one for whom
+he could buy it. His sister Bell never wore aprons
+to his knowledge, neither did Mrs. Amy. It was too
+small for Ruby Ann, and it would never do to give
+it back to Eloise. But he did not want any money
+but his own spent for it, and he believed he'd speak
+to Ruby Ann and have it put aside for him. He
+could tell her he had a sister, and she could draw her
+own inference.</p>
+
+<p>"I swan, if I was a little younger, I'd buy it myself,"
+Mrs. Biggs said, holding it up and slipping the
+straps over her shoulders and her hands into its
+pockets.</p>
+
+<p>Jack felt relieved when she took it off, gave it another
+smooth with her iron, and folded it ready for
+the sale.</p>
+
+<p>"I am going to put it in a box," she said, "with
+a card on it saying it is Miss Smith's contribution,
+and that she made every stitch herself."</p>
+
+<p>Jack was now resolved that it should be his at any
+cost. As to its real value he had no idea, and when
+Mrs. Biggs said it "or'to bring a good price, and
+probably will seein' whose 'tis," he replied, "I should
+say so,&mdash;four or five dollars at least."</p>
+
+<p>"For the Lord's sake," Mrs. Biggs exclaimed,
+dropping her flatiron in her surprise. "Four or
+five dollars! Are you crazy?"</p>
+
+<p>"Do you think it ought to bring more?" Jack
+asked, and Mrs. Biggs replied, "Was you born yesterday,
+or when? If it brings a dollar it'll do well.
+Rummages ain't high priced. Four or five dollars!
+Well, if I won't give up!"</p>
+
+<p>Jack did not reply, but he was beginning to feel a
+good deal of interest in the Rummage Sale, and his
+interest increased when he went in to see Eloise, and
+heard from her that she was going down in the evening,
+as Ruby Ann said it would be more lively then,
+with more people present and possibly an auction.</p>
+
+<p>"Tim is to wheel me," she said, "and has promised
+not to run into any one, or tip me over. I feel half
+afraid of him, as he does stumble some."</p>
+
+<p>Jack looked at her a moment as she leaned back
+in her chair, her blue dressing sacque open at the
+throat showing her white neck.</p>
+
+<p>"Miss Smith," he said, "<i>I</i> shan't stumble. I'll
+take you. I'd like to. I'll make it right with Tim."</p>
+
+<p>Eloise could not mistake the eagerness in his voice,
+and her cheeks flushed as she replied, "It is very
+kind in you and kind in Tim, who perhaps will be
+glad to be rid of the trouble."</p>
+
+<p>"Of course he will," Jack said quickly. "Day
+after to-morrow, isn't it? I'll see you again and arrange
+just when to call for you, and now I must go.
+I'd forgotten that I was to drive with Howard this
+morning. Good-by."</p>
+
+<p>He went whistling down the walk, thinking that a
+Rummage Sale was more interesting than anything
+which could possibly happen in the country, and that
+he'd telegraph to his sister to send something for it.
+As he started on his drive with Howard, he said,
+"Let's go first to the telegraph office, I want to wire
+to Bell."</p>
+
+<p>They drove to the office, and in a few minutes there
+flashed across the wires to New York, "We are going
+to have a Rummage Sale for the poor. Send a
+lot of things, old and new, it does not matter which;&mdash;only
+send at once."</p>
+
+<p>"I believe I made a mistake about the object of the
+sale. I said 'For the poor,' and it's for a public
+library, isn't it?" he said to Howard, who replied,
+"Seems to me you are getting daft on the Rummage.
+I don't care for it much. It will be like a Jews' or
+pawnbroker's bazaar, with mostly old clothes to sell."</p>
+
+<p>"No, sir," Jack answered quickly. "It will not be
+at all like a pawnbroker's shop. Bell will send a pile
+of things. I know her, and Miss Smith is to be there
+in the evening, and it's going to be a great success."</p>
+
+<p>"I see," and Howard laughed immoderately. "It
+is going to be a great success because Miss Smith
+is to be there. Is she for sale, and how is she going?
+Are we to take her in a hand chair, as we carried her
+that night in the rain?"</p>
+
+<p>"No, sir!" Jack answered, "I am to wheel her and
+have heaps of fun, while you mope at home."</p>
+
+<p>Howard thought it very doubtful whether he
+should mope at home. It would be worth something
+to see Jack wheeling Eloise, and worth a good
+deal more to see her, as he knew she would look
+flushed and timid and beautiful, with all the strangers
+around her. He had not felt much interest in the
+Rummage. Old clothes were not to his fancy, but he
+had promised a pair of half-worn boots to Ruby Ann,
+who had cornered him on the street, and wrung from
+him not only his boots, but half a dozen or more of
+the fifty neckties she heard he had strung on a wire
+around his room, so as to have them handy when he
+wanted to choose one to wear. Neckties were his
+weakness, and he never saw one which pleased him
+without buying it, and his tailor had orders to notify
+him of the last fashion as it came out. It was quite
+a wrench to part with any of them, but as some were
+<i>pass&eacute;e</i> he promised them to Ruby, but told her he
+hardly thought he should attend the sale. Now,
+however, he changed his mind. Eloise's presence
+would make a vast difference, and he should go; and
+he thought of a second pair of boots, and possibly a
+vest and a few more neckties he might add to the pile
+which he had heard from Peter was to be sent the
+next day from the Crompton House to the Rummage.</p>
+
+</div><!--end chapter-->
+
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<h2><a name="2CHAPTER_XIII"></a>CHAPTER XIII<br/>
+GETTING READY FOR THE RUMMAGE SALE</h2>
+
+<p>Never had District No. 5 been so stirred on the
+subject of any public entertainment as on the Rummage
+Sale. It was something entirely new and
+unique, and the whole neighborhood entered into it
+with great enthusiasm. Between the little village
+by the sea, which numbered about two thousand, and
+the radius known as District No. 5, which could not
+boast half that number, there was a kind of rivalry,
+the district claiming that it excelled the village in the
+quality of its inhabitants, if not in quantity. Its people
+were mostly well educated and intelligent, and
+they had Col. Crompton, with his fine house and
+grounds. He was gouty and rheumatic and past
+his prime it was true, but he was still a power among
+them, and they were proud of him and proud of
+themselves, and delighted that they had been the
+first to carry out the idea of a Rummage Sale, which
+had been brought to them by a visitor from western
+New York, who explained its workings, and gave
+almost fabulous accounts of the money made by such
+sales. The village had intended to have one, but
+District No. 5 was ahead, with the result that many
+of the villagers joined in, glad to be rid of articles
+which had been stowed away as useless.</p>
+
+<p>At first it seemed incredible that any one would
+buy clothing which for years had hung in closets, or
+been packed in trunks away from moths and carpet
+bugs. But what had been done in other places could
+be done in District No. 5, and never was a more
+heterogeneous mass of goods of every description
+gathered together than was sent to the Rummage
+rooms the day before the sale, and dumped upon
+tables and chairs and boxes, until they nearly reached
+the rather low ceiling. There were old bonnets and
+hats, and boots and shoes and dresses, and coats and
+trousers and vests, and draperies and dishes, and
+stoves and chairs and tables and bedsteads, with
+books and old magazines and toys.</p>
+
+<p>There was Mrs. Biggs's foot-stove and warming-pan,
+which had been her mother's, and a brass kettle,
+which had belonged to her grandmother, and which
+Mrs. Parker, the lady from western New York, said
+was the most valuable of all the articles sent. Antiques
+were sure to sell to relic hunters, and a big
+price must be put upon them, she told the committee
+who looked in dismay at the piles of goods as
+they came pouring in, wondering how they were
+ever to bring anything like order out of the confusion.
+They could not have done it without Mrs.
+Parker and Ruby Ann, the latter of whom had obtained
+permission to dismiss school for two days, and
+worked early and late. She had laid siege to the
+Crompton House, from which most of the others
+shrank. The Colonel was a rather formidable old
+fellow to meet, if he was in a mood with twinges in
+his foot, while Mrs. Amy was scarcely well enough
+known to the people generally to make them care to
+interview her.</p>
+
+<p>On the strength of having been to school with her
+and known her since "she was knee high," Mrs.
+Biggs offered to call upon her, but declined seeing
+the Colonel, who, she heard, didn't believe in the
+Rummage. Ruby Ann, however, was selected as the
+fittest person to see both, and had undertaken the
+task with her usual assurance and energy. She
+found Amy a fine subject. The idea of giving always
+appealed to her, and she began at once to think
+of what she would send. The dresses she had worn
+as a concert singer were hateful to her, and she
+brought them from a closet and spread them upon
+chairs and tables, while Ruby looked on admiringly
+and wonderingly, too, as fans and gloves and sashes
+and ribbons were laid with the dresses, and Amy grew
+more excited and eager every moment.</p>
+
+<p>"We'll go to the attic now," she said; "my doll
+house is there."</p>
+
+<p>They climbed the stairs and found the house
+packed away as it had been for years.</p>
+
+<p>"It may as well be sold and make some child
+happy," Amy said as she took off its wrappings.</p>
+
+<p>In it was Mandy Ann, the doll the Colonel had
+bought in Savannah, and Judy, lying on her face in
+a pile of dust. Amy took her up tenderly, saying,
+"Do you think anybody will buy her?"</p>
+
+<p>There was a little choke in her voice as she asked
+the question, for the sight of Judy had stirred memories
+which often flitted through her weak brain and
+puzzled her, they were so misty and yet so sweet,
+like the negro melodies she hummed to herself or
+sang to an imaginary baby.</p>
+
+<p>"Buy her? I guess they would," Ruby Ann replied,
+all her blood astir at the thought of the doll
+house, with Judy and Mandy Ann.</p>
+
+<p>She knew nothing of their antecedents, or how
+they were connected with Amy's childhood, but she
+felt intuitively that almost any price put upon them
+would be paid because they belonged to Mrs. Amy,
+and particularly because of the dilapidated appearance
+of Judy, which was sure to rouse the mirth of
+the spectators. She was very doubtful as to whether
+she ought to take the dresses without consulting
+some one besides Amy, to whom she said, "Are you
+sure you want to give these away? They are different
+from anything we shall have, and will seem
+out of place."</p>
+
+<p>For a moment Amy looked at her with a strange
+glitter in her eyes, as she said, "I hate them! I
+have been going to burn them more than once. You
+don't know what they represent to me. I shall burn
+them, or tear them, if you don't take them."</p>
+
+<p>She made a motion as if she were going to tear
+one of the lace flounces, when Ruby Ann stopped her
+by saying, "Don't, Mrs. Amy,&mdash;please don't. I'll
+take the dresses, of course. I only feared you might
+be giving too much, with the doll house and Mandy
+Ann and Judy. I want <i>them</i>, sure."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," Amy said, her mood changing. "Take
+them all; but don't try to improve them,&mdash;Mandy
+Ann and Judy, I mean."</p>
+
+<p>There was another choke in her voice as she
+smoothed Judy's old brown dress, and brushed a
+bit of bran from her face. There was no danger that
+Ruby would try to change either Mandy Ann or
+Judy. They were perfect as they were, and telling
+Amy when the articles would be sent for, she left her
+and went to interview the Colonel, anticipating a different
+reception from what she had received from
+Mrs. Amy.</p>
+
+<p>"Better not handle him to-day; he had some awful
+twinges this morning," Peter said, after she had
+"picked him clean," as he expressed it, "and scarcely
+left him a shoe to his foot or a coat to his back."</p>
+
+<p>Ruby knew she could not come again, and in spite
+of Peter's advice, resolved to beard the lion at once.
+She found him, with his lame foot on a cushion, and
+a not very encouraging look on his face. He had
+liked Ruby ever since she first came to be examined
+as to her qualifications for a teacher, and he had
+found her rooted and grounded in the fundamentals,
+and he had taken sides stoutly for her when the
+question of normal graduates came up and Eloise
+had won the day. Ruby Ann's head was level, he
+always said, and when she was ushered into his room,
+he greeted her with as much of a smile as he could
+command, with his foot aching as it did. But the
+smile faded when she told him her errand, and said
+she was sure he would be glad to contribute either
+in money or clothing to so good a cause as the public
+library. The Colonel had not been consulted with
+regard to the library, except to be asked if he didn't
+think it would be a fine thing for the school and
+neighborhood generally. He was not very often
+consulted about anything now. Plans were made
+without him, and he was only asked to contribute,
+which he generally did.</p>
+
+<p>Now, however, his back was up, Peter said to
+Ruby Ann, warning her of what she was to expect.
+He didn't believe in turning attics and cellars and
+barns inside out and scattering microbes by the millions.
+How did any one know what germs were
+lurking in old clothes? He knew a man who died
+of smallpox, and twenty-five years after his death
+a coat, which had hung in his closet, was given away,
+taking the disease with it to three or four people.
+No, he didn't believe in a Rummage. It was just
+a fad, got up by those who were always seeking for
+something new, and he wouldn't give a thing, not
+even an old stock such as he used to wear, and of
+which Ruby Ann knew he must have several.</p>
+
+<p>"Who under heavens would buy an old stock, and
+why?" he asked, and Ruby Ann replied, "Just because
+it is an old stock and belonged to you."</p>
+
+<p>The "belonged to you" mollified him a little, as
+it flattered his vanity, but the idea struck him as ridiculous,
+and he would not give in, and as Ruby Ann
+grew more and more persistent, telling of the antiques
+gathered up, and among them Mrs. Biggs's
+warming-pan and foot-stove and brass kettle,&mdash;old
+Mrs. Baker's quill wheel, and some other old lady's
+wedding bonnet, he grew furious and swore about
+the Rummage Sale, and might have sworn at Ruby
+Ann if she had not discreetly withdrawn and left him
+to himself and his twinges.</p>
+
+<p>She was rather chagrined over her failure with
+the Colonel, from whom she had expected so much,
+but her success with Amy and the other members of
+the household made amends, and she left tolerably
+well satisfied with her work. She had not been gone
+long when Peter was summoned by a sharp ring to
+his master's room, and found him sitting very erect
+in his chair, listening intently to sounds overhead,
+where there was the scurrying of feet mingled with
+Amy's voice and that of her maid, as box after box
+was dragged across the floor.</p>
+
+<p>"Peter!" the Colonel began, "shut the door!"</p>
+
+<p>Peter had shut it and stood with his back against
+it, as the Colonel went on, "What in thunder is all
+that racket in the attic? Has the Rummage come
+up there? It commenced some time ago. Sounded
+as if they were pulling out trunks, then it stopped,
+and now they are at it again."</p>
+
+<p>"That's just it. Mrs. Amy and Sarah were looking
+for something for the sale, and now, I suppose,
+they are pushing the boxes back. Mrs. Amy is
+greatly interested. I've never seen her so much
+like herself since she was a girl," was Peter's reply,
+whereupon the Colonel consigned the Rummage to
+perdition, with its old pots and kettles, and Mrs.
+Biggs's warming-pan and foot-stove and brass kettle,
+and Granny Baker's quill wheel and Mrs. Allen's
+wedding bonnet. Who was going to buy such truck?
+"And Peter," he said, in a lower tone of voice,
+"what do you think? Ruby Ann actually asked for
+my trousers! Yes, my trousers! And when I told
+her I hadn't any but what were shiny at the knees,
+she said it didn't matter; in fact, the shine would be
+all the better, showing they had been worn. They'd
+label 'em 'Col. Crompton's,' and hang them up with
+the valuables,&mdash;meaning Widow Biggs's warming-pan
+and foot-stove, and Widow Allen's bonnet, and
+that other old woman's quill wheel, I dare say.
+Think of it, Peter. My coat and trousers! She
+asked for a coat, too,&mdash;strung on a line with warming-pans
+and quill wheels and bonnets a hundred
+years old, and the Lord only knows what else, and
+labelled 'Col. Crompton.' If it had been anybody
+but Ruby Ann, I'd turned her from the room. I
+thought she had more sense,&mdash;upon my soul, I did!
+What did she get out of you?"</p>
+
+<p>"Nothing much but some old clothes and shoes
+and a boot-jack; she thought a good deal of that,"
+Peter said, and with a sniff of contempt the Colonel
+replied, "Old clothes and a boot-jack; and what is
+Mrs. Amy sending? Half the attic, I should think
+from the noise they make up there."</p>
+
+<p>Hesitating a moment Peter said, "She is giving
+the fancy gowns she used to wear, with the tops of
+the waists and bottoms of the sleeves cut off. She
+says they are hateful to her."</p>
+
+<p>The Colonel guessed what she meant, and replied,
+"Quite right; Rummage and rag-bags good places
+for them; but I say, Peter, I won't have them strung
+up with warming-pans and quill wheels and my trousers.
+You must stop it. Do you hear?"</p>
+
+<p>"I didn't know your trousers were going," Peter
+suggested, and the Colonel answered curtly, "Who
+said they were, you blockhead? They are not going
+unless Ruby gets them in the night. Upon my soul,
+she is equal to it. I think I shall put them under
+my pillow. It is Mrs. Amy's dresses I mean. What
+else is she going to send?"</p>
+
+<p>"You remember the doll house you bought her
+when she was a little girl?" Peter said.</p>
+
+<p>"Good thunder, yes! Will she give that away?"
+the Colonel asked, with something in his tone which
+was more than surprise.</p>
+
+<p>It hurt him that Amy should be willing to part
+with the doll house. She must be queerer than
+usual, and he thought of the Harris blood. Suddenly
+he remembered Mandy Ann and Judy, and
+asked if she was going to give them to the Rummage.</p>
+
+<p>"She means to. Yes, sir. They go with the doll
+house, one as mistress, the other as maid. I heard
+her say so. They are downstairs now," was Peter's
+reply.</p>
+
+<p>The Colonel's countenance fell, and there was an
+awful twinge in his foot, but he didn't mind it. His
+thoughts flew back to the palmetto clearing, where
+he first saw the little girl and Judy. Then they
+travelled on to Savannah and the store where he
+bought Mandy Ann, and so on through the different
+phases of Amy's childhood, and he was surprised to
+find how unwilling he was to part with what had been
+so intimately associated with years which, on the
+whole, had been happy, although at times a little
+stormy. And Amy was going to send them to a
+Rummage Sale!</p>
+
+<p>"I may be a weak old fool, but I won't have them
+sold down there with quill wheels and warming-pans!"
+he thought.</p>
+
+<p>But what could he do? They were Amy's, and if
+she had made up her mind to send them, it would
+take more than his opposition to prevent it. She
+was very gentle and yielding as a whole, but behind
+the gentleness and sweetness he knew there was a
+spirit he did not like to rouse. He must manage
+some other way. He had told Ruby he would
+neither give his clothes nor money to the farce, and
+he prided himself on never going back on his word.
+But he didn't tell her he wouldn't buy anything, and
+his face brightened as he said, very briskly, "Peter!"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, sir," was the prompt reply.</p>
+
+<p>"Hold your tongue!"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, sir," was Peter's still more prompt reply,
+and his master continued, "I don't care a rap about
+those dresses, but I won't have Mandy Ann and the
+nigger baby and the doll house sold. I may be a
+hard old cur. I s'pose I am, but I have now and
+then a streak of,&mdash;I don't know what,&mdash;clinging to
+the years of Mrs. Amy's childhood. She turned the
+house upside down. She raised the very old Harry
+sometimes, but she got into our hearts somehow,
+didn't she?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, a long ways," was Peter's reply, as he waited
+for what was next to come, and looked curiously at
+the Colonel, who sat with his eyes closed, clutching
+the arms of his chair tightly, as if suffering from a
+fearful twinge.</p>
+
+<p>But if he were, he did not think of it. His mind
+was again in the palmetto clearing, and he was standing
+by Dory's grave in the sand, and a little child was
+holding his hand, and looking at him with eyes which
+had in them something of the same expression which
+had once quickened his pulse, and made his heart
+beat with a thrill he fancied was love, but which had
+died almost as soon as it was born. As a result of
+that episode he had Amy, whom he did love, and
+because he loved her so much, he clung to the mementoes
+of her babyhood, when she had been a torment
+and a terror, and still a diversion in his monotonous
+life.</p>
+
+<p>"Peter!" he said again. "Hold your tongue,
+but get them somehow. Who is head of this tomfoolery?"</p>
+
+<p>"Ruby Ann is about as big a head as there is, I
+guess. She and a woman from York State," Peter
+replied, and the Colonel continued, "Well, I s'pose
+those things will have to go to the sale, if Mrs. Amy
+says so, but I won't have them mixed with the quill
+wheels and boot-jacks and Widow Biggs's foot-stove
+and brass kettle, and I won't have a pack of idiots
+looking them over and buying them and saying they
+belonged to the Cromptons. Mandy Ann Crompton
+and Judy Crompton would sound fine,&mdash;both
+niggers! No, sir! You are to go quietly to Ruby
+Ann and buy 'em! Do you hear? Buy 'em! You
+knew Mrs. Amy when she played with 'em. You
+want 'em, and you'll pay the price, no matter what
+it is. Lord Harry! I'll bet they'll put a big one on
+'em, but no matter. I paid thirty dollars for the doll
+house and five for Mandy Ann. I don't s'pose Judy
+cost anything, but the child liked it best, and I believe
+I'd rather have it than both the others, because&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>He did not say why, but he gripped the arms of
+his chair tightly, while drops of sweat stood upon his
+forehead. He was in the clearing again with Dora
+living, instead of dead, and the moon was shining
+on her face as she stood in the turn of the road and
+gave him the promise she had kept so faithfully.
+Judy belonged to that far-off time, and he'd keep
+her at any cost. He called himself a sentimental old
+fool after Peter left him, and wondered why his eyes
+grew misty and there was a lump in his throat as his
+thoughts kept going back to the South he wished
+he had never seen.</p>
+
+<p>"Poor little Dora!" he said to himself; "but for
+me she might have been alive and married to some
+respectable&mdash;No, by George!" he added suddenly,
+with a start which made his foot jump as he
+recalled the class into which Dora would probably
+have married if he had not crossed her path. "No,
+by George, I believe I'd rather she died in her youthful
+beauty, and was buried by Jake in the sand, than
+to see her the wife of some lout, and rubbing her
+gums with snuff."</p>
+
+<p>He was roused from his reverie by wheels crunching
+on the gravel walk up to a side door, and he
+heard Sarah's voice and Cindy's, the cook's, and
+finally Amy's giving directions, and felt sure some
+one had come for whatever was to go from the
+Crompton Place to the sale. Ruby had not intended
+sending so soon when she left the house, but chancing
+to meet a drayman who had just deposited a load
+in the salesrooms, she bade him go for whatever was
+ready, thinking, "I'll strike while the iron is hot,
+and before Mrs. Amy has time to change her mind."</p>
+
+<p>There was no danger of that, at least as far as the
+dresses were concerned. Like everything connected
+with her stage life, they had been to her a kind of
+nightmare whenever she thought of them, and she
+was glad to be rid of them. Mandy Ann and Judy
+did give her a few pangs, and especially the latter,
+and as she wrapped it in tissue paper she held it for a
+moment pressed close to her, and began a song she
+had heard from the negroes as they sat around their
+light-wood fire after their day's work was done. It
+was a weird melody which Homer Smith had caught
+up and revised and modernized, with a change of
+words in some places, and made her sing, knowing
+it would bring thunders of applause. She heard the
+roar now, and saw the audience and the flowers
+falling around her, and with an expression of disgust
+she put Judy into Sarah's hands, and said, "Take her
+away, and quick, too. She, or something, brings it
+back."</p>
+
+<p>Sarah took poor, discarded Judy, tied her in her
+chair in the old doll house, which was placed on top
+of the two trunks containing Amy's concert dresses,
+and then the drayman started up his horse, and the
+Colonel heard the wheels a second time coming past
+his window. With a great effort he succeeded in
+getting upon his well foot, and, dragging the other
+after him, hobbled on his crutches to the window in
+time to see the cart as it turned into the avenue. As
+far as he could see it he watched it as the doll house
+swung from side to side, and the drayman held it to
+keep it from falling off.</p>
+
+<p>"I don't see how Amy could have done it," the
+Colonel said to himself when the dray disappeared
+from view, and then becoming conscious of the pain
+in his foot, he dragged himself back to his chair,
+and ringing for Peter, said to him: "I think I'll lie
+down a spell,&mdash;and, bring me a hot-water bag, I'm
+pretty cold, and my foot just jumps; and, Peter, go
+to-day and buy those things as if they were for yourself.
+You mustn't lie, of course,&mdash;but get 'em somehow,
+and bring them here to this big closet. The
+chances are when Mrs. Amy comes to her senses
+she'll want 'em, and raise Ned, as she used to. I'd
+give a good deal to see her in a tantrum. I'd rather
+have her that way than passive, as she is now. Will
+nothing ever rouse her out of her apathy? Curse
+that Homer Smith!"</p>
+
+<p>He was talking to himself rather than to Peter,
+who got him on to the lounge, adjusted the cushions,
+brought a hot-water bag, covered him up, and then
+left him, saying, "Don't fret, I'll go this afternoon
+and get Judy and Mandy Ann by fair means or
+foul."</p>
+
+<p>"All right," the Colonel said drowsily. "Fair
+means or foul, but don't lie, and don't let them think
+they are for me. <i>You</i> want them, and must get
+them, fair means or foul. You know where my purse
+is. Hold your tongue, and go!"</p>
+
+</div><!--end chapter-->
+
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<h2><a name="2CHAPTER_XIV"></a>CHAPTER XIV<br/>
+THE FIRST SALE</h2>
+
+<p>Order was being brought out of chaos in the Rummage
+rooms, where twenty ladies were working industriously,
+sorting, pricing, and marking the multitudinous
+articles heaped upon the counters. Not
+only District No. 5, but the village had emptied itself,
+glad to be rid of the accumulations of years. Nearly
+every room was occupied, and the committees were
+showing great skill in assigning things to the different
+departments. The antiques had a niche by
+themselves; the quill wheel, the warming-pan, the
+foot-stove, the brass kettle with Peter's boot-jack,
+and many more articles of a similar character were
+placed together. Jack's sister had responded quickly,
+and a large box had arrived with articles curious and
+new, which elicited cries of delight from the ladies
+in charge, who marked them at a ridiculously low
+price, less even, in some instances, than had been
+paid for them, and labelled their corner "The New
+York Store."</p>
+
+<p>Scarcely was this completed when the drayman
+arrived from Crompton Place with the doll house
+and the two trunks, the last of which were pounced
+upon first, as Ruby Ann had reported what was in
+them. Her description, however, had fallen far
+short of the reality, and the ladies held their breath,
+as one after another of the beautiful gowns was
+taken out for exhibition. Few had ever seen anything
+just like them. Homer Smith had prided
+himself upon being a connoisseur in ladies' costumes
+and had directed all of Amy's, taking care that there
+was no sham about them. Everything was real, from
+the fabric itself to the lace which trimmed it, and
+which alone had cost him hundreds of dollars. And
+now they were at a Rummage Sale, and the managers
+did not know what to do with them. It was scarcely
+possible that any one would buy them, and it would
+be greatly out of place to exhibit them in the dry-goods
+department with Mrs. Biggs's brown and
+white spotted gown which she had contributed rather
+unwillingly, insisting that it should not be sold for
+less than a dollar. Ruby Ann suggested that they
+be carefully folded in boxes and laid away by themselves
+for inspection by any one who had a thought
+of buying them. If they did not sell, and probably
+they would not, they were to be returned either to
+Amy or to the Colonel,&mdash;the latter most likely, as
+Amy had expressed so strong a desire to be rid of
+them. Her suggestion was acted upon, and the
+dresses laid aside, and the attention of the managers
+turned to the doll house and its occupants, Mandy
+Ann and Judy, the latter of whom was greeted with
+shrieks of laughter.</p>
+
+<p>Here was something that would sell, but what price
+to put upon it was a puzzle. No one had any idea
+of the original cost. Mrs. Biggs, who had joined the
+working force and whose voice was loudest everywhere,
+suggested ten dollars, with the privilege of
+falling, but was at once talked down, as low prices
+were to be the rule for everything, and five was quite
+enough. There were few who would pay that for a
+mere plaything for their children, so the card upon
+it was marked five dollars, with the addition that it
+had once belonged to Mrs. Amy Crompton Smith.
+It was then placed conspicuously in a window before
+which a group of eager, excited children gathered,
+and to which early in the afternoon Peter came
+leisurely.</p>
+
+<p>The Colonel had asked him several times why he
+didn't go, and had finally grown so petulant that
+Peter had started, wondering how much he'd have to
+pay and what excuse he was to make for wanting it
+himself. His instructions were not to lie, but get it
+somehow without using the Colonel's name. Finding
+Ruby Ann alone, he began, "I say, do you make
+any sales before the thing opens?"</p>
+
+<p>"Why, yes, we can," Ruby answered. "Several
+antiques are promised, if not actually sold, your boot-jack
+with the rest. Could sell another if we had it.
+Any particular thing you want?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, I want that house in the window and the
+two women in it,&mdash;Mandy Ann and Judy. It's
+marked five dollars. Here's your money," and he
+laid a crisp five-dollar bill in her hand.</p>
+
+<p>"Why, Peter,&mdash;why, Peter," Ruby exclaimed in
+surprise, with a sense of regret that more had not
+been asked, and a feeling of wonder as to why Peter
+wanted it. "Are you buying it for yourself?" she
+asked, and Peter replied, "Who should I buy it for?
+I knew Mrs. Amy when she was a little girl and
+played with it and slept with that nigger baby Judy.
+I've bought it. It's mine, and I'll take it right away.
+There's a drayman now, bringing a worn-out cook-stove
+and an old lounge."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, but, Peter,&mdash;please leave it till the sale is
+over. It draws people to look at it, and then they'll
+come in," Ruby said, while others of the ladies joined
+their entreaties with hers.</p>
+
+<p>But Peter was firm. He had bought the doll house
+and paid for it. It was his, and in spite of the protests
+of the entire committee which gathered round him
+like a swarm of bees he took it away, and an hour
+later it was safely deposited in the Colonel's room
+without Amy's knowledge. The Colonel was delighted.</p>
+
+<p>"Bring it close up," he said, "but first take off that
+infernal card that it belonged to 'Mrs. Amy Crompton
+Smith.' That's the way they'd marked my
+trousers! Give me Mandy Ann and Judy. I haven't
+seen them in more than twenty years,&mdash;yes, nearer
+thirty. Upon my soul they wear well, especially the
+old lady. She was never very handsome, but Amy
+liked her best," he said, laughing a little as Peter put
+Judy in his lap.</p>
+
+<p>He did not know that he had ever touched her
+before, and he held her between his thumb and finger,
+with something which felt like a swelling in his throat,&mdash;not
+for Judy, nor for Amy, but for poor Dory,
+thoughts of whom were haunting him these days with
+a persistency he could not shake off.</p>
+
+<p>"What did you give?" he asked, and Peter replied.
+"Five dollars,&mdash;just what it was marked."</p>
+
+<p>"Five dollars! Heavens and earth!" and Judy
+fell to the floor, while the Colonel grasped his knees
+with his hands and sat staring at Peter. "Five dollars!
+Are you an idiot, and have none of them common
+sense?" he asked, and Peter replied, "That
+was the price, and I didn't like to beat them down.</p>
+
+<p>Ruby Ann isn't easy to tackle, and Mrs. Biggs was
+there with her gab, if she is my niece, and said I got
+it dirt cheap."</p>
+
+<p>"Go to thunder with your Ruby Ann and Mrs.
+Biggs and dirt cheap!" the Colonel roared. "Who
+said I wanted you to beat 'em down? Why, man, I
+told you I gave thirty for the house and five for
+Mandy Ann, and here they have sold the whole
+caboodle, Judy and all, for five dollars! Five dollars!
+Do you hear? Five dollars, for what cost thirty-five!
+I consider they've insulted Mandy Ann and
+Judy both. Five dollars! I'll be&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>He didn't finish his sentence, for he heard Amy's
+voice in the hall. She might be coming, and he said
+hastily to Peter, "Put them in the closet. Don't let
+her see them, or there'll be the old Harry to pay."</p>
+
+<p>Peter obeyed, but Amy did not come in, and after
+a moment the Colonel continued, "We will keep
+them here a while. I dare say she'll never think of
+them again. She doesn't think much. Do you believe
+she will ever be any better?"</p>
+
+<p>The Colonel's voice shook as he asked the question,
+and Peter's shook a little as he replied, "Please God
+she may. A great shock of some kind might do it."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, but where is the shock to come from,
+hedged round as she is from every rough wind or
+care?" the Colonel said, little thinking with what
+strides the shock was hastening on, or through what
+channel it was to come.</p>
+
+</div><!--end chapter-->
+
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<h2><a name="2CHAPTER_XV"></a>CHAPTER XV<br/>
+AT THE RUMMAGE</h2>
+
+<p>The rooms were ready at last, and twenty tired
+ladies went through them to see that every thing was
+in its proper place, and then went home with high
+anticipations of the morrow and what it would bring.
+It opened most propitiously and was one of those
+soft, balmy September days, more like early June
+than autumn. There were brisk sales and crowds of
+people all day, with the probability of greater crowds
+and brisker sales in the evening. Jack Harcourt was
+in and out, watching the sale of what his sister had
+sent, drinking cups of chocolate every time a pretty
+girl asked him to do so, and buying toys and picture
+books and candy, and distributing them among the
+children gathered around the door and windows. He
+thought he had looked at everything on sale, but
+had failed to find the white apron. Where was it? he
+wondered. He would not ask Ruby Ann or Mrs.
+Biggs, as that would be giving himself away. It
+would certainly be there in the evening when he was
+to bring Eloise in her chair. He had settled that with
+Tim, who gave up rather unwillingly, but was consoled
+by being hired as errand boy,&mdash;an office he
+could not have filled had he been hampered with a
+wheel chair.</p>
+
+<p>The night was glorious, with a moon near its full,
+and a little before seven Jack presented himself at
+Mrs. Biggs's, finding Eloise ready and alone. Tim
+was at the rooms, running hither and thither at everybody's
+beck and call, and his mother was there, running
+the whole thing,&mdash;judging from her manner as
+she moved among the crowd filling the rooms nearly
+to suffocation. Eloise had more than once changed
+her mind about going, as she sat waiting for Jack.
+She was shy with strangers, and there would be so
+many there, and she would be so conspicuous in her
+chair, with Mr. Harcourt in attendance, that she
+began to doubt the propriety of going.</p>
+
+<p>"If it were Tim who was to take me, I believe I
+should feel differently," she was thinking, when
+Jack came in, breezy and excited,&mdash;full of the Rummage
+and anxious to be off.</p>
+
+<p>"You are ready, I see," he said. "That's right.
+We have no time to lose. And there's no end of fun.
+I've been there half the day, and drank chocolate,
+and eaten cake and candy till I never want to see any
+more. But you will."</p>
+
+<p>He was adjusting her dress and getting the chair
+in motion as he talked, and Eloise had no time to suggest
+that she ought not to go, before she found herself
+out upon the piazza, and Jack, who had locked
+the door, was putting the key under the mat.</p>
+
+<p>"You see I remember where I found it that time
+Howard and I desiccated the Sabbath by calling upon
+you," he said, with a laugh in which Eloise joined.</p>
+
+<p>"Is Mr. Howard going?" she asked, and Jack replied,
+"He is a kind of lazy fellow, but he'll be there
+all right;" and the first one they saw distinctly as they
+drew near the house was Howard, struggling with the
+crowd.</p>
+
+<p>Howard had gone down on purpose to see Eloise,
+and was wondering how with her chair she could
+ever be gotten through that mass of people, when she
+appeared at the door, and, with Howard, wondered
+how she was to get in. She might not have accomplished
+it if he had not come to the rescue with two
+boys,&mdash;one Tim Biggs, the other a tall, freckled-faced,
+light-haired fellow whom Jack greeted as Tom,
+saying, "Can you manage to find a good position
+for Miss Smith?"</p>
+
+<p>"You bet," came simultaneously from both boys,
+and immediately four sharp elbows were being thrust
+into the sides of the people, who moved all they could
+and made a passage for Eloise and her chair near the
+middle of the room, and in a comparatively sheltered
+place where she could see everything without being
+jostled.</p>
+
+<p>If she could see everything and everybody, so
+everybody could see her, and for a moment there was
+a hush in the large room where every eye was turned
+upon Eloise, who began to feel very uncomfortable,
+and wish she had not come. She had wondered what
+she ought to wear, and had decided upon black as
+always suitable. When she left California her mother
+had urged her to take a small velvet cape lined with
+ermine. It was the only expensive article of dress
+she had, and she was very choice of it, but to-night
+she wore it about her shoulders, as later the air was
+inclined to blow up cool and damp from the sea.
+Just as they reached the house Jack stooped to arrange
+it, throwing it back on either side so that more
+of the ermine would show.</p>
+
+<p>"There! You look just like a queen! Ermine is
+very becoming to you," he said, and the people staring
+at her thought so, too.</p>
+
+<p>Her head was uncovered, and her hair, which
+waved softly around her forehead, was wound in a
+flat knot low in her neck, making her look very
+young, as she sat shrinking from the fire of eyes directed
+towards her and saw, if she did not hear, the
+low whispers of the people, many of whom had never
+seen her before, and were surprised at her extreme
+youth and beauty. Ruby Ann was at a distance, trying
+to sell Mrs. Biggs's spotted brown and white
+wrapper to a scrub woman who was haggling over the
+price which Mrs. Biggs had insisted should be
+put upon it. That good woman was busy in the
+supper-room, or she would have made her way at
+once to Eloise, who, as she looked over the sea of
+faces confronting her, saw no one she knew except
+Howard Crompton, who had been very uncomfortable
+in the heat and air of the place until she came,
+and with her fresh, fair young face seemed at once
+to change the whole atmosphere. Jack, who was
+not used to much exertion and had found even
+Eloise's light weight a trifle heavy, especially up the
+hill near the Rummage house, was sweating at every
+pore, and fanning himself with a palm leaf he had
+bought at the entrance.</p>
+
+<p>"By George!" he said to Howard, who was standing
+by them. "It's hotter than a furnace in here.
+I believe I'll have to go outside and cool off a minute,
+if you'll stay and keep guard over Miss Smith."</p>
+
+<p>"Certainly;&mdash;with pleasure," Howard said, putting
+his hand on Eloise's chair and asking if there
+was anything he could do for her.</p>
+
+<p>She was watching the brown and white spotted
+gown, and to Howard's question she shook her head,
+while he continued, "Jack says the chocolate is pretty
+fair. He ought to know&mdash;he has drank six cups. I
+am going to bring you some."</p>
+
+<p>Before she could protest that she did not care for
+chocolate, he left her and his place was at once taken
+by the tall, lank, light-haired boy, whose elbows had
+done so good execution in forcing a passage for the
+chair. Tom had been watching her ever since she
+came in, and making up his mind. He had heard she
+was pretty, but that did not begin to express his
+opinion of her, as she sat with the ermine over her
+shoulders, the soft sheen on her hair, the bright color
+on her cheeks, and a look in her eyes which fascinated
+him, boy though he was, as it did many an older man,
+from Mr. Bills to Jack, and Howard Crompton. If
+his two chips had not been thrown away he would
+have thrown them now, and still the feeling in him
+which people called <i>cussedness</i> was so strong that he
+could not repress a desire "to see what stuff she was
+made off."</p>
+
+<p>Taking Howard's vacant place he pushed himself
+forward until he was nearly in front of her, where
+he could look into her face. She recognized him as
+the boy Jack had called Tom, and guessed who he
+was,&mdash;her eyes drooping under his rather bold gaze,
+and her color coming and going. Tom was not sure
+what he was going to say to her, and could never
+understand why he said what he did. He had been
+told so often by Mr. Bills and others that he needed
+<i>licking</i>, and so many teachers had <i>licked</i> him, to say
+nothing of his drunken father, that the idea was in his
+mind, but as something wholly at variance with this
+dainty little girl, who at last looked at him fearlessly.
+She knew he was going to speak to her, but was not
+prepared for his question.</p>
+
+<p>"You are the new schoolmarm, ain't you? Do
+you think you could <i>lick</i> me?"</p>
+
+<p>Just for an instant Eloise was too much surprised
+to answer, while the hot blood surged into her face,
+then left it spotted here and there, making Tom
+think of pink rose petals with white flecks in them.
+But she didn't take her eyes from the boy, who was
+ashamed of himself before she said with a pleasant
+laugh, "I know I couldn't; and I don't believe I shall
+ever wish to try. I am the new school-teacher, and
+you are Mr. Thomas Walker!"</p>
+
+<p>She did not know why she put on the Mr. It came
+inadvertently, but was the most fortunate thing she
+could have done. To be called Thomas was gratifying,
+but the Mr. was quite overpowering and made
+Tom her ally at once.</p>
+
+<p>"I'm Thomas Walker,&mdash;yes," he said. "Miss
+Patrick has told you about me, I dare say,&mdash;and Mr.
+Bills, and Widder Biggs, and Tim. Oh, I know he's
+told you a lot what I was goin' to do,&mdash;but it's a
+lie. I have plagued Miss Patrick some, I guess, and
+she whaled me awful once, but I've reformed. I
+didn't s'pose you was so little. I could throw you
+over the house, but I shan't. Say, when are you
+going to begin? I'm tired of Miss Patrick's everlasting
+same ways of doing things, and want something
+new,&mdash;something modern, you know."</p>
+
+<p>He was getting very familiar, and Eloise was chatting
+with him on the most friendly terms, when Howard
+came back with a cup of chocolate, a part of
+which was spilled before he reached her. Howard
+knew who the young blackguard was, and glowered
+at him disapprovingly, but Eloise said, "Mr. Crompton,
+this is Thomas Walker, one of my biggest
+scholars that is to be. Some difference in our height,
+isn't there? but we shall get on famously. I like big
+boys and taught a lot of them in Mayville."</p>
+
+<p>She smiled up at Tom and gave him her empty cup
+to take away. He would have stood on his head if
+she had asked him to, and he hurried off with the cup,
+meeting Jack, who had cooled himself, bought a
+pound of candy at one table and some flowers at
+another, and was making his way back to Eloise.
+He had also looked round a little for the apron he
+was going to buy, but could not find it. He'd make
+another tour of inspection later, he thought, for he
+meant to have it, if it were still there. Taking his
+stand on one side of Eloise's chair while Howard
+stood on the other, the three made a striking tableau
+at which many looked admiringly, commenting upon
+the beauty of the young girl,&mdash;the kind, good-humored
+face of Jack, and the haughty bearing of
+Howard, who, an aristocrat to his finger tips, watched
+the proceedings with an undisguised look of contempt
+showing itself in his sarcastic smile and the expression
+of his eyes.</p>
+
+<p>Eloise was greatly interested and so expressed
+herself. She had seen the scrub woman haggling
+with Ruby Ann over the brown and white spotted
+wrapper, and had seen it laid aside until another customer
+came, when the same haggling took place with
+the same result, for Mrs. Biggs, who darted in and
+out, still clung to the price put upon it and so retarded
+the sale. The last time Ruby Ann brought it
+out Howard and Jack both recognized it.</p>
+
+<p>"By Jove! I've half a mind to buy it myself as a
+kind of souvenir," Jack said, but a look of disgust
+in Eloise's face and a frown on Howard's deterred
+him, and he kept very quiet for a while, wondering
+where that apron was and if by any possibility it could
+have been sold.</p>
+
+<p>The box of articles which Jack's sister had sent
+from New York had been sold early in the day, and
+Amy's dresses had not been opened. Nearly everything
+of any value was gone. Two of Howard's neckties
+still remained conspicuously near the young men,
+who watched Tom Walker as he examined them very
+critically, and they heard the saleswoman say, "They
+belonged to Mr. Howard Crompton. They say he has
+dozens of them and all first-class. This suits you
+admirably,"&mdash;and she held up a white satin one with
+a faint tinge of blue.</p>
+
+<p>Tom took it, disappeared for a few minutes, and
+when he came back to the chair he was resplendent in
+his new necktie which he had adjusted in the dressing-room,
+adding to it a Rhine-stone pin bought at the
+jewelry counter. Howard's vanity told him he was
+complimented, and that restrained the laugh which
+sprang to his lips at the incongruity between Tom's
+dress and the satin necktie bought for a grand occasion
+in Boston, which Howard had attended a few
+months before. On his way back to the group to
+which he felt he belonged Tom had stopped at the
+candy table and inquired the price of the fanciful
+boxes, his spirits sinking when told the pounds were
+fifty cents and the half-pounds twenty-five. Money
+was not very plenty with Tom, and what he had he
+earned himself. The necktie had made a heavy draft
+on him, and twenty cents was all he could find in
+either pocket.</p>
+
+<p>"I say, Tim, lend me a nickel. I'll pay it back. I
+hope to die if I don't," he said to Tim, who was hurrying
+past him on some errand for his mother.</p>
+
+<p>"I hain't no nickels to lend," was Tim's answer,
+as he disappeared in the crowd, leaving Tom hovering
+near the candy table and looking longingly at the
+only half-pound box left.</p>
+
+<p>"I say," he began, edging up to the girl in charge,
+"can't you take out a piece or two and let me have
+it for twenty cents? All the money I have in the
+world! 'Strue's I live, and I want it awfully for the
+new schoolmarm over there in the chair with them
+swells standin' by her."</p>
+
+<p>It was the last half-pound box and the girl was
+tired.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, take it," she said, and Tom departed, happier
+if possible with his candy than with his necktie.</p>
+
+<p>"I bought it for you. It's chocolate. I hope you
+like it," he said, depositing his gift in Eloise's lap,
+where Jack's box was lying open and half empty,
+for Eloise's weakness was candy.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, thank you, Thomas," she said, beaming upon
+him a smile which more than repaid him for having
+spent all his money for her.</p>
+
+<p>She was really very happy and thought a good deal
+of Rummage Sales. She had the best place in the
+hall;&mdash;a good many people had spoken to her. She
+had won Tom Walker, body and soul, and she knew
+that her escorts, Howard and Jack, added <i>&eacute;clat</i> to
+her position. She had scarcely thought of her foot,
+which at last began to ache a little. She was getting
+tired and wondered how much longer the sale would
+last. Jack wondered so, too; not that he was tired.
+He could have stood all night looking at Eloise and
+seeing the people admire her; but he was rather stout
+and apt to get very warm in a room where the atmosphere
+was close as it was here, and he wanted to be
+out in the fresh air again. He could take his time
+wheeling Eloise home, and if Mrs. Biggs staid at the
+rooms, as he heard her say she was going to do "till
+the last dog was hung," he could stay out in the porch
+and enjoy the moonlight with Eloise's eyes shining
+upon him. But where was that apron? Perhaps it
+hadn't come after all. He'd inquire. But of whom?
+Mrs. Biggs was in the supper-room. He did not
+care to go there again, for every time he appeared
+somebody was sure to get off on him a cup of chocolate
+or coffee, and he could not drink any more.</p>
+
+<p>Ruby Ann was busy,&mdash;her face very red and her
+eyes very tired, as she tried to sell the most unsalable
+articles to old women who wanted something for
+nothing, and quarrelled with the quality and quarrelled
+with the price. His only recourse was Eloise,
+and he planned a long time how to approach the subject
+without mentioning her apron. At last a happy
+inspiration came to him, and when Howard's attention
+was diverted another way he bent over her and
+began.</p>
+
+</div><!--end chapter-->
+
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<h2><a name="2CHAPTER_XVI"></a>CHAPTER XVI<br/>
+THE AUCTION</h2>
+
+<p>"Astonishing, isn't it, where all the stuff comes
+from? Somebody must have given very freely. I
+never gave a thing except money. Bell sent a lot to
+be sure, and it's all sold. They had a pile from the
+Crompton House. They were good at begging.
+They didn't expect anything of you, a stranger, of
+course?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, yes," Eloise replied. "I had an apron which
+Miss Patrick seemed to think might sell for something.
+It was rather pretty, and I made it myself.
+I haven't seen it, and think it may have been sold, or
+perhaps Mrs. Biggs, who had it in charge, forgot it.
+She has had a great deal on her mind."</p>
+
+<p>Jack did not hear more than half Eloise was saying.
+One fact alone was clear. She had expected
+the apron to be there and he would look it up.</p>
+
+<p>"Excuse me," he said, and going into the room
+where Mrs. Biggs was trying to make half a loaf of
+bread do duty as a whole loaf to a party just arrived,
+he said to her, "Pardon me, Mrs. Biggs, but did
+you send or bring Miss Smith's contribution to the
+sale? I believe it was an apron. She has not seen
+it."</p>
+
+<p>The bread fell from Mrs. Biggs's hand to the table,
+and the knife followed it to the floor as she exclaimed,
+"Lord of heavens! I forgot it till this minute.
+Where's Tim?"</p>
+
+<p>She darted from the room and found Tim bringing
+two pails of water, "the last gol darned thing he was
+going to do that night," he said, as he put them
+down. Seizing him by the collar his mother almost
+shrieked, "Run home for your life, Tim!"</p>
+
+<p>"Why-er,&mdash;what-er! Is our house afire?" Tim
+asked, and his mother replied, "No, but Miss Smith's
+apron is there. I clean forgot it. You'll find it in a
+paper box on my bed, or in my bureau, or on the
+closet shelf, pushed away back, or somewhere. Now
+clip it."</p>
+
+<p>Tim started without his hat, and the last thing he
+heard was his mother's voice shrill as a clarion, "If
+you don't find the key under the mat, climb inter the
+but'ry winder, but don't upset the mornin's milk!"</p>
+
+<p>Business was beginning to slacken and sales were
+few. Some of the people had gone home and others
+were going, and still there were quantities of goods
+unsold. An auction was the only alternative and Mr.
+Bills, who, to his office of school commissioner, added
+that of auctioneer, was sent for. There was no one
+like him in Crompton for disposing of whatever was
+to be disposed of, from a tin can to a stove-pipe hat.
+He could judge accurately the nature and disposition
+of his audience,&mdash;knew just what to say and when to
+say it, and had the faculty of making people bid
+whether they wanted to or not. To hear him was as
+good as a circus, his friends said, and when it became
+known that he was to auction off the goods remaining
+from the sale, many who had left came back, filling
+the rooms again nearly as full as they were early
+in the evening.</p>
+
+<p>Eloise's chair was moved a little more to the
+front,&mdash;a long counter was cleared, and on it Mr.
+Bills took his stand, smiling blandly upon the crowd
+around him and then bowing to Eloise and her escorts,
+Jack and Howard. He was bound to do his
+best before them and took up his work eagerly. He
+was happiest when selling clothes which he could
+try on, or pretend to, and after disposing of several
+bonnets amid roars of laughter he took up Mrs.
+Biggs's gown, which Ruby Ann had not been able
+to sell. Here was something to his mind and he
+held it out and up, and tried its length on himself and
+expatiated upon its beauty and its style and durability
+until he got a bid of twenty-five cents, and this from
+Howard, who said to Eloise, "It seems a pity not to
+start the old thing at something, and I suppose the
+Charitable Society will take it. I believe there is one
+in town."</p>
+
+<p>Eloise did not answer. The spotted gown was an
+offence to her, and she shut her eyes while Mr. Bills,
+delighted that he had a bid at last and from such a
+source, began, "Thank you, sir. You know a good
+thing when you see it, but only twenty-five cents!
+A mere nothing. Somebody will give more, of course,
+for this fine tea gown to put on hot afternoons. Just
+the thing. Twenty-five cents! Twenty-five cents!
+Do I hear more? Twenty-five! Did you say thirty?"
+and he looked at Jack, who half nodded, and the bids,
+raised five cents at a time, rolled on between Jack
+and Howard and another young man, who cared
+nothing for the gown, but liked the fun. Fifty cents
+was reached at last, and there the bidding ceased and
+Mr. Bills was ringing the changes on half a dollar,
+half a dollar, for a <i>robe de chambre</i>;&mdash;he called it that
+sometimes, and sometimes a tea gown, and once a
+<i>robe de nu-it</i>, which brought peals of laughter from
+those who understood the term, as he certainly did
+not. In the dining-room Mrs. Biggs was busy washing
+dishes, but kept her ears open to the sounds in the
+next room, knowing Mr. Bills was there and anxious
+to get in and see the fun. When the last shouts
+reached her she dropped her dish towel, saying to
+her companion, "I can't stand it any longer. I've
+got to go and see what Bills is up to!"</p>
+
+<p>Elbowing her way in she caught sight of her gown
+held aloft by Mr. Bills, and heard his voluble "Going,
+going, at fifty cents."</p>
+
+<p>She had thought it low at a dollar, and here it was
+as good as gone for fifty cents,&mdash;to whom she did not
+know or care,&mdash;probably the scrub woman who had
+looked at it earlier in the evening and offered sixty.
+Her blood was up, and making her way to Mr. Bills
+she snatched at her gown, exclaiming, "It's mine,
+and shall never go for fifty cents, I tell you!"</p>
+
+<p>Here was a diversion, and Mr. Bills met it beautifully.</p>
+
+<p>"Jess so, Miss Biggs," he said, bowing low to her.
+"I admire your taste and judgment. I've told 'em
+time and time over it was worth more than fifty. The
+fact is they don't know what is what, but you and I
+do. Shall we double right up and shame 'em by
+sayin' a dollar? A dollar! A dollar! and going!"</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Biggs did not know that she assented, she was
+so excited, and afterwards declared she didn't: but
+the final Going was said, with "Gone! to Mrs. Biggs,
+for one dollar. Cheap at that!"</p>
+
+<p>At this juncture, when the hilarity was at its height
+and Mrs. Biggs was marching off with her property,
+which she said she should never pay for, Tim appeared,
+hatless and coatless, but with the box in his
+hand. When Jack locked the door he pushed the
+key further under the mat than was usual, and failing
+to find it at once, and being in a hurry, Tim made his
+entrance into the house through the pantry window,
+upsetting the pan of milk and a bowl of something,
+he did not stop to see what, in his haste to find the
+box. It was not on the bed, nor on the bureau, nor
+pushed back on a shelf in the closet. It was on a
+chair near the door where his mother had put it and
+then forgotten it. As the key was outside Tim made
+his exit the way he came in, stopping a moment to
+look at the milk the cat was lapping with a great
+deal of satisfaction.</p>
+
+<p>"Bobbs, you'll have a good supper, and I shall
+catch old hundred for giving it to you," he said, picking
+up the pan and springing through the window.</p>
+
+<p>He was very warm, and taking off his coat he
+threw it across his arm and started rapidly for the
+sale, knowing before he reached it that Mr. Bills was
+there by the sounds he heard. He had no thought
+that the apron was not to be sold at auction. Probably
+that was why it was wanted, and pushing
+through the crowd to Mr. Bills he handed him the
+box, saying, "Here 'tis. I 'bout run my legs off to
+get it. Make 'em pay smart."</p>
+
+<p>"Mr. Bills! Mr. Bills!" came excitedly from Ruby
+Ann, but Mr. Bills did not hear, the buzz of voices
+was so great.</p>
+
+<p>He had opened the box and taken out the apron,
+which he handled far more carefully than he had the
+spotted gown.</p>
+
+<p>"Now this is something like first-class business,"
+he said, holding it up. "The prettiest thing you
+ever saw,&mdash;a girl's apron, all ruffled and prinked, and,&mdash;yes,&mdash;made
+by&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>He had glanced at the card, which said it was made
+by Miss Smith, and was about to announce that fact,
+feeling sure it would bring bidders, when he chanced
+to look at Eloise, whose face was nearly as white as
+the apron, and in whose eyes he saw an expression
+which checked the words. But he had no idea of
+relinquishing the article, and misunderstood the motion
+of Jack's hand to stop him.</p>
+
+<p>"Now, give me an offer," he began,&mdash;"a first-rate
+one, too; none of your quarters, nor halves. Bid high
+and show you know something. 'Tain't every day
+you have a chance to buy as fine a thing as this.
+You who have wives, or daughters, or sisters, or
+sweethearts, or want it for yourselves, speak up!
+Walk up! Roll up! Tumble up! Any way to get
+up, only come up and bid!"</p>
+
+<p>He was looking at Jack, whose face was as red as
+Eloise's was pale.</p>
+
+<p>"If the thing must be sold at auction it shall bring
+a good price, and I'll get it, too," he thought.</p>
+
+<p>Standing close to him was Tom Walker, who all
+the evening had hovered near Eloise.</p>
+
+<p>"Tom," Jack said. "I have a sister, you know."</p>
+
+<p>Tom didn't know, but he nodded, and Jack went
+on: "That apron is the only thing I've seen that I
+really want for her. I am not worth a cent to bid.
+Will you do it for me?"</p>
+
+<p>Tom nodded again, and Jack continued, "Well,
+start pretty high. Keep your eyes on me, and when
+I look at you raise the bid if there is any against you.
+Understand?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, sir," Tom answered, understanding more
+than Jack thought he did.</p>
+
+<p>He guessed whose apron it was and did not believe
+much in the sister, but he had his instructions and
+waited for the signal. Howard had watched the sale
+of the spotted gown with a great deal of amusement,
+but was beginning to feel tired with standing so long,
+and was wondering when Jack proposed taking
+Eloise home. That he would go with them was a
+matter of course, and he was about to speak to Jack
+when Tim came in and the apron sale began. He had
+no idea whose it was until he saw the halt in Mr.
+Bills's manner, and looked at Eloise. Then he knew,
+and knew, too, that nothing could get Jack away till
+the apron was disposed of. That Jack would buy it
+he did not for a moment dream, for what could he do
+with it? "But yes, he is going to buy it," he thought,
+as he heard Jack's instructions to Tom, "and I mean
+to have some fun with him, and run that apron up."</p>
+
+<p>Close to him was Tim, and the sight of him put an
+idea into Howard's mind. It would be jolly for Tom
+and Tim to bid against each other, while he and Jack
+backed them.</p>
+
+<p>"Tim," he said, laying his hand on the boy's arm,
+"I am going to buy that apron for Mrs. Amy, and I
+want you to bid for me against Tom Walker and
+everybody. I have no idea what it is worth, but when
+I squeeze your arm <i>so</i>, bid higher!"</p>
+
+<p>He gave Tim's arm a clutch so tight that the boy
+started away from him, saying, "Great Peter, don't
+pinch like that! You hurt! 'cause I'm in my shirt
+sleeves."</p>
+
+<p>"All right. I'll be more careful," Howard said.
+"Now begin, before Tom has time to open the ball."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, but-er, what-er shall I bid?" Tim stammered.</p>
+
+<p>"How do I know? It's Miss Smith's, and on that
+account valuable. Go in with a dollar."</p>
+
+<p>All this time Mr. Bills had been talking himself
+hoarse over the merits of the apron, while his audience
+were watching Howard and Jack, with a feeling
+of certainty that they were intending to bid, but they
+were not prepared for Tim's one dollar, which startled
+every one and none more so than his mother,
+who, having rolled up her spotted gown "in a <i>wopse</i>,"
+as she said, and put it with her dish pan and towels,
+had come back in time to hear Tim's astonishing bid.
+She could not see him for the crowd in front of her,
+but she could make him hear, and her voice was
+shrill and decided as she called out, "Timothy Biggs!
+Be you crazy? and where are you to get your dollar,
+I'd like to know!"</p>
+
+<p>"Tell mother to mind her business! I know what
+I'm about!" Tim said to some one near him, while
+Mr. Bills rang the changes on that dollar with
+astonishing volubility, and Tom kept his eyes on Jack
+for a signal to raise.</p>
+
+<p>Jack was taken by surprise, but readily understood
+that it was Howard against whom he had to
+contend and not Tim.</p>
+
+<p>"All right, old chap," he whispered, then looked
+full at Tom, who, eager as a young race horse,
+shouted a dollar and a half!</p>
+
+<p>"All right," Jack said again, and turned to Eloise
+on whose face there was now some color, as she began
+to share in the general excitement pervading the
+room and finding vent in laughter and cheers when
+Tom's bid was raised to two dollars by Tim, and two
+and a quarter was as quickly shrieked by Tom.
+Everybody now understood the contest and watched
+it breathlessly, a great roar going up when Tim lost
+his head and mistaking a slight movement of
+Howard's hand on his arm, raised his own bid from
+three dollars to three and a half!</p>
+
+<p>"That's right," Mr. Bills said; "you know a thing
+or two. We are getting well under way. Never enjoyed
+myself so well in my life. Three and a half!
+three and a half! Who says four?"</p>
+
+<p>"I do," Tom yelled, his yell nearly drowned by
+the cheers of the spectators, some of whom climbed
+on chairs and tables to look at Tom and Tim standing,
+one next to Howard and the other next to Jack,
+with Eloise the central figure, her ermine cape thrown
+back, and drops of sweat upon her forehead and
+around her mouth.</p>
+
+<p>She almost felt as if it were herself Howard and
+Jack were contending for instead of her apron, which
+Mr. Bills was waving in the air like a flag, with a
+feeling that he had nearly exhausted his vocabulary
+and didn't know what next to say. Four dollars was a
+great deal for an apron, he knew, but he kept on ringing
+the changes on the four dollars,&mdash;a measly price
+for so fine an article, and for so good a cause as a
+Public Library. And while he talked and repeated
+his <i>going, going</i>, faster and faster, Tim stood like a
+hound on a leash fretting for a sign to raise.</p>
+
+<p>"You ain't goin' to be beat by Tom Walker, be
+you?" he said, in a whisper to Howard, who gave
+him a little squeeze, with the words "Go easy,"
+spoken so low that Tim did not hear them, and at
+once raised the four dollars to four and a half, while
+quick as lightning Tom responded with five dollars.</p>
+
+<p>Jack hadn't really looked at him, but it did not
+matter. He was going to have the apron, and turning
+to Howard he said, "I don't know how long you
+mean to keep this thing up. I am prepared to go on
+all night."</p>
+
+<p>Howard felt sure he was and decided to stop, and
+his hand dropped from Tim's shoulder quite to the
+disgust of that young man, who said, "You goin' to
+let 'em lick us?"</p>
+
+<p>"I think I'll have to," Howard replied, while "Five
+dollars, and going!" filled the room until the final
+"Gone!" was spoken, and the people gave gasps of
+relief that it was over.</p>
+
+<p>"Sold for five dollars to Thomas Walker, who will
+please walk up to the captain's office and pay," Mr.
+Bills said, handing the apron to Tom, who held it
+awkwardly, as if afraid of harming it.</p>
+
+<p>"I guess it's yourn," he said, giving it to Jack,
+who knew as little what to do with it as Tom.</p>
+
+<p>Ruby came to his aid and took it from him. She
+had watched the performance with a great deal of
+interest, comprehending it perfectly and feeling in a
+way sorry for Eloise, whose lips quivered a little when
+she went up to her, and bending over her said, "You
+should feel complimented, but I'm afraid you are very
+tired."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, very tired and warm. I want to get into the
+fresh air," Eloise said, shivering as if she were cold
+instead of warm.</p>
+
+<p>Jack had gone to the cashier's desk to pay for the
+apron, and Tom undertook the task of getting the
+wheel chair through the crowd, running against the
+people promiscuously, if they impeded his progress,
+and caring little whom he hit if he got Eloise safely
+outside the door. The night was at its best, almost
+as light as day, as they emerged from the hot, close
+room, and Eloise drew long breaths of the cool air
+which blew up fom the sea, the sound of whose waves
+beating upon the shore could be heard even above the
+din of voices inside the building. The auction was
+still going on, and Mr. Bills was doing his best, but
+the interest flagged with the sale of the apron and
+the breaking up of the group which had attracted so
+much attention. Even Mrs. Biggs's grandmother's
+brass kettle, on which so many hopes were built,
+failed to create more than a ripple, as Mr. Bills rang
+changes upon it both with tongue and knuckles, and
+when his most eloquent appeals could not raise a
+higher bid than ten cents, it was withdrawn by the
+disgusted widow, who put it aside with her dish pan
+and towels and gown, and then went to find Tim to
+take them home.</p>
+
+<p>Howard had been called by Ruby into the room
+where Amy's dresses were lying in the boxes just as
+they came, and asked what they were to do with
+them.</p>
+
+<p>"We could not offer them for sale, and she does
+not want them back," she said.</p>
+
+<p>"Send them to the Colonel. She'll never know it,
+and the chance is will never think of them again,"
+Howard said, and then hurried outside to where
+Eloise was still waiting and talking to Tom.</p>
+
+<p>"That apron went first rate," he said. "You must
+have felt glad they thought so much of you, 'cause
+'twas you and not the apron, though that was pretty
+enough."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh!" Eloise replied, drawing her ermine cape
+around her shoulders, "I don't know whether I was
+glad or not. I felt as if I were being sold to the
+highest bidder."</p>
+
+<p>"That's so," Tom said. "It was something like it.
+Ain't you glad 'twas Mr. Harcourt bought you instead
+of t'other?"</p>
+
+<p>Eloise laughed as she replied, "Why, Thomas, it
+was <i>you</i> who bought me! Have you forgotten?"</p>
+
+<p>She seemed so much in earnest that for a moment
+Tom thought she was, and said, "You ain't so green
+as not to know that 'twas Mr. Harcourt eggin' me
+on,&mdash;winkin' to me when to raise, and tellin' me to
+go high! You are his'n, and I'm glad on't! I like
+him better than t'other; ain't so big feelin'. Here
+they come, both on 'em."</p>
+
+<p>Howard had finished his business with Ruby Ann,
+and Jack had paid his five dollars and received the
+apron, slightly mussed, but looking fairly well in the
+box in which they put it. A good many people were
+leaving the rooms again, and among them Tim, laden
+with his mother's dish pan and towels, and dress and
+brass kettle, and one or two articles which she had
+bought.</p>
+
+<p>"Hallo, Tim! You look some like a pack horse,"
+Tom said, but Tim did not answer.</p>
+
+<p>He was very tired, for with so many calling upon
+him through the day and evening; he had run miles
+and received only seventy cents for it. He was
+chagrined that he had raised his own bid, and wondered
+Tom did not chaff him. It would come in time,
+he knew, and he felt angry at Tom, and angry with
+the brass kettle and dish pan and dress which kept
+him from wheeling Eloise instead of Tom, who, when
+they finally started, took his place behind the chair
+as a matter of course, while Howard and Jack walked
+on either side. It was a splendid night, and when
+Mrs. Biggs's house was reached Howard and Jack
+would gladly have lingered outside talking to Eloise,
+if they could have disposed of the boys. But the boys
+were not inclined to be disposed of. Tom had become
+somebody in his own estimation, and intended
+to stay as long as the young men did, while Tim, having
+found the key, this time instead of entering by the
+pantry window, unlocked the door, deposited his
+goods, and then came back, saying to Eloise with a
+good deal of dignity for him, "Shall I take you in?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, please. I think it's time," she said, and
+Howard and Jack knew they were dismissed. "Thank
+you all so much for everything," she continued, giving
+her hand to each of them in turn, and pressing
+Tom's a little in token of the good feeling she felt
+sure was established between them.</p>
+
+<p>It was not long before Mrs. Biggs came home,
+rather crestfallen that her spotted gown and brass
+kettle had not been more popular, but jubilant over
+the sale, the proceeds of which, so far as known when
+she left, were over two hundred and fifty dollars.</p>
+
+<p>"Never was anything like it before in Crompton,"
+she said, as she helped Eloise to her bed lounge.
+"That apron sale beat all. Them young men didn't
+care for the apron, of course, except that it was yours,
+and what Mr. Harcourt will do with it I don't know.
+Said he was goin' to send it to his sister. Maybe he
+is. He paid enough for it. Five dollars! I was in
+hopes they'd run it up to ten! and I was sorry when
+'twas over. Mr. Bills kinder wilted after you all
+went out, and the whole thing flatted. Well, good-night!
+You was the star! the synacure,&mdash;is that the
+word?&mdash;of all eyes, and looked awful pretty in that
+white cape. I see you've got Tom Walker, body and
+soul, but my land! you'd get anybody! Good-night,
+again."</p>
+
+<p>She was gone at last, and Eloise was glad to lay her
+tired head upon her pillow, falling asleep nearly as
+soon as she touched it, but dreaming of the Rummage
+Sale and that she was being auctioned off instead
+of her apron. It was a kind of nightmare, and
+her heart beat fast as the bids came rapidly,&mdash;sometimes
+on Howard's side and sometimes on Jack's.
+She called him <i>Jack</i> in her dreams, and finally awoke
+with a start, saying aloud, "I am glad it was Jack
+who bought me!"</p>
+
+</div><!--end chapter-->
+
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<h2><a name="PART_III"></a>PART III</h2>
+
+</div><!--end chapter-->
+
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<h2><a name="3CHAPTER_I"></a>CHAPTER I<br/>
+THE BEGINNING OF THE END</h2>
+
+<p>The Rummage Sale was a great success and netted
+fully two hundred and fifty dollars, besides quantities
+of goods of different kinds which were left and
+given either to the poor or to the Charitable Society
+in Crompton. The trunks containing Amy's dresses
+had been sent home without Amy's knowledge, and
+deposited in the closet with Mandy Ann and Judy,
+the Colonel swearing at first that he would have nothing
+pertaining to Homer Smith so near him. The
+apron sale had been an absorbing topic of conversation,
+the people wondering what Mr. Harcourt was
+going to do with his purchase, and if he wouldn't
+give it back to Eloise. Nothing was further from
+his thought. He had bought it to keep, and he laid
+it away in the bottom of his trunk with the handkerchief
+Eloise had used when he first called upon her.</p>
+
+<p>He was growing more and more in love with her
+and more unwilling to leave Crompton. He had already
+staid longer than he had at first intended, but
+it did not need Howard's urgent invitation for him
+to prolong his visit. Every day he went to Mrs.
+Biggs's, and sometimes twice a day, and took Eloise
+out in her arm-chair for an airing,&mdash;once as far as
+to the school-house where Ruby Ann still presided,
+and where Eloise hoped soon to take up her duties.
+She was very happy, or would have been if she could
+have heard from California. Every day she hoped
+for news, and every day was disappointed, until at
+last nearly a week after the Rummage a letter came
+forwarded by her grandmother from Mayville. It
+was from a physician to whom Eloise had twice written
+with regard to her mother, and this was his reply:</p>
+
+<p class="right">
+"Portland, Oregon, September &mdash;, 18&mdash;.
+</p>
+
+<p class="letter">
+"My Dear Miss Smith:
+</p>
+
+<p>"I left San Francisco several months ago and have
+been stopping in several places, and that is why your
+letters were so long in reaching me. They both
+came in the same mail, and I wrote to San Francisco
+to see what I could learn with regard to your mother.
+It seems that the private asylum of Dr. Haynes was
+broken up, as there were only three patients when
+Mrs. Smith left, and it did not pay. Soon after your
+father died in Santa Barbara, your mother was removed
+from the asylum by a gentleman whose name
+I have thus far been unable to learn. I thought it
+must have been some relative, but if you know nothing
+of it my theory is wrong. Dr. Haynes went at
+once with his family to Europe, and is travelling on
+the continent. His address is, Care of Munroe &amp; Co.,
+Bankers, 7 Rue Scribe. Paris. Write him again, as
+he must know who took your mother from his care.
+He may not be in Paris now, but your letter will
+reach him in time. If there is anything I can do to
+help you, I will gladly do it. If you were in San
+Francisco you might find some of the attendants in
+the asylum, who could give you the information you
+desire.</p>
+
+<p class="right">
+"Yours, very truly,          <br/>
+"J.P. ALLING, M.D."
+</p>
+
+<p>It was Ruby who brought the letter one evening
+two or three days before Eloise expected to make her
+first appearance in school. Mrs. Biggs and Tim were
+out and Eloise was alone. Tearing open the envelope,
+she read it quickly, and then with the bitterest
+cry Ruby had ever heard, covered her face with her
+hands and sobbed: "My mother! Oh, my mother!"</p>
+
+<p>"Is she dead?" Ruby asked, and Eloise replied,
+"Worse than that, perhaps. I don't know where she
+is. Read what it says."</p>
+
+<p>She gave the letter to Ruby, who read it twice;
+then, sitting down by Eloise and passing her arm
+around her, she said, "I don't understand what it
+means. Was your mother in a lunatic asylum?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, don't call it that!" Eloise answered. "It
+was a private asylum in San Francisco,&mdash;very private
+and select, father said, but I never quite believed her
+crazy. She was always quiet and sad and peculiar,
+and hated the business, and so did I."</p>
+
+<p>"What was the business?" Ruby asked, and Eloise
+answered hesitatingly, as if it were something of
+which to be ashamed, "She sang in public with a
+troupe,&mdash;his troupe. He made her. She was the star
+and drew big houses, she was so beautiful and sang so
+sweetly, without any apparent effort. It was just
+like a bird, and when she sang the Southern melodies
+she seemed to be in a trance, seeing things we could
+not see. It made me cry to hear her. I know many
+good women are public singers, but mother shrank
+from it, and when they cheered like mad there used to
+be a frightened look in her eyes, as if she wondered
+why they were doing it and wanted to hide, and when
+she got to our rooms she'd tremble and be so cold
+and cry, while father sometimes scolded and sometimes
+laughed at her. He tried to make me sing
+once. I have a fair voice, but I rebelled and said I'd
+run away before I'd do it. He was very angry, and
+sent me North to my grandmother, saying I was too
+great an expense to keep with him unless I would
+help, and was a hindrance to my mother, who was
+always so anxious about me. It nearly killed her to
+part with me. I was all the comfort she had, she
+said, and she always called me Baby. Father was
+not kind to her, and it seemed as if he hated me, and
+was jealous of mother's love for me. When I heard
+he was dead, I could not feel badly, as I ought, and
+did not cry. He was a very handsome man, and very
+nice with people, who thought my mother a most
+fortunate woman to have so polished and courteous a
+husband. They should have seen him as I saw him at
+times, and heard him swear, as I have heard him, and
+call her names till she was white as a corpse and
+fainted. I never saw her turn upon him but once. I
+had asked her why she didn't leave him and go home,
+if she had any to go to. That was when I was a little
+girl.</p>
+
+<p>"'I have no home or friends in all the wide world
+to go to' she said, and then, with a sneer which was
+maddening, it meant so much, my father said, 'Ask
+her who her father was and see if she can tell you.'</p>
+
+<p>"I didn't know then what he meant to insinuate,
+but mother did, and there came a look into her eyes
+which frightened me, and her voice was not mother's
+at all, as she walked straight up to him and said,
+'How dare you insult my mother!'</p>
+
+<p>"She looked like an enraged animal, and my father
+must have been afraid she would attack him, for he
+tried to soothe her and succeeded at last in doing so.
+I think there was some mystery about her father and
+mother, as she would never talk of them. Once I
+asked her about them, and she said she hadn't any;
+and she looked so strange that I never asked her
+again. I knew she was born South, that her people
+were poor, and her name Harris, and that is all I
+know, except that no better or lovelier woman ever
+lived, and if she is really crazy father made her so, and
+I cannot feel any love for him, or respect. If I ever
+had any, and I suppose I must have had, he killed it
+long ago. The first thing I remember of him in
+Rome, where I was born, he was practising some
+music with mother,&mdash;playing for her while she sang,
+and I was standing by him, putting my hands on his
+arm and trying to hum the tune. With a jerk he said
+to my nurse, 'Take her away and keep her away.'</p>
+
+<p>"I am wicked, I know, to talk as I am doing, but
+it seems as if there was a spell over me urging me
+to say things I never thought of saying. It's a comfort
+to talk to some one who I know is my friend, and
+you are so strong every way and have been so good
+to me."</p>
+
+<p>She laid her head on Ruby's arm like a tired child,
+and continued, "I wrote to mother very often after
+I came to Mayville, and she replied, telling me how
+she missed me, and how she always fixed her eyes on
+some part of the house, fancying she saw me, and was
+singing to me, and I used to listen nights and think
+I heard her grand voice as it rose and fell, and the
+people cheering, and she so beautiful standing there
+for the crowd to gaze at, and wishing she could get
+away from it all.</p>
+
+<p>"At last her letters ceased and father wrote that
+her mind had given way suddenly;&mdash;that she was a
+raving maniac,&mdash;dangerous, I think he said,&mdash;and I
+thought of the way she looked at him once when I
+was a child, and he told me to ask her about her
+father. He said she was in Dr. Haynes's private
+asylum, where she had the kindest of care. I think I
+died many deaths in one when I heard that. I wrote
+her again and again, and wanted to go to her, but my
+father forbade it. No one saw her, he said, except
+her attendant and the physician,&mdash;not even himself,
+as the sight of him threw her into paroxysms. I
+didn't wonder at that. He sent my letters back, telling
+me she would not sense them, and they would
+excite her if she did. Her only chance of recovery
+was in her being kept perfectly quiet, with nothing
+to remind her of the past.</p>
+
+<p>"A few months ago he died suddenly in Santa
+Barbara. One of the troupe wrote to grandma, and,
+as I told you, I did not cry; I couldn't. I was too
+anxious about mother, and wrote at once to Dr.
+Haynes, but received no answer. I waited a while
+and wrote again, with the same result. Then I remembered
+Dr. Alling, who had attended me for some
+slight ailment, and wrote to him, with the result you
+know. Some one has taken my mother away. Who
+was it, and where is she? I feel as if I were going
+mad when I think of the possibilities."</p>
+
+<p>She pressed her hands to her head and rocked to
+and fro, while Ruby tried to quiet and comfort her.</p>
+
+<p>"I must go to San Francisco and find my mother.
+I would start to-morrow, lame as I am, only I haven't
+the money, and grandma hasn't it, either," she said.
+"Father made a great deal of money at times, but
+he spent it as freely. Always stopped at the best
+hotels; had a suite of rooms, with our meals served
+in them; drank the costliest wines, and smoked the
+most expensive cigars, and bought mother such
+beautiful dresses. I did not fare so well. Anything
+was good enough for me after I refused to sing in
+public, and that was an added source of trouble to
+my mother. I was always a bone of contention and
+it was, perhaps, as well in some respects that I was
+sent away, only mother missed me so. I was so glad
+to get this school, because it would give me something
+for my mother, whom I hoped to bring home
+before long. And now, I don't know where she is,
+but I must find her. Oh, what shall I do?"</p>
+
+<p>It was not often that Eloise talked of herself and
+her affairs. At school in Mayville she had been very
+reticent with regard to her past, and had seldom mentioned
+either her father or her mother. With Mrs.
+Biggs she had been equally silent, and, try as she
+would, the good woman had never been able to learn
+anything beyond what Eloise had first told her,&mdash;that
+her father was dead and her mother in California;&mdash;in
+a sanitarium, Mrs. Biggs had finally decided,
+and let the matter drop, thinking she should
+some time know "if there was anything to know."
+Ruby Ann had from the first seemed to Eloise like
+one to be trusted, and she felt a relief in talking to
+her, and said more than she had at first intended to
+say.</p>
+
+<p>For a moment Ruby was silent, while Eloise's head
+lay on her arm and Eloise's hand was holding hers.
+She was thinking of the piano she wanted to buy, the
+money for which was in the Crompton bank. There
+was a struggle in her mind, and then she said, "I can
+loan you the money. I know you will pay it back if
+you live, and if you don't, no matter. I will not call
+it a loss if it does you any good."</p>
+
+<p>At first Eloise demurred, longing to accept the
+generous offer, and fearing that she ought not. But
+Ruby overcame her scruples.</p>
+
+<p>"Naturally I shall keep your place in school, so
+I owe you something for the business, don't you
+see?" she said.</p>
+
+<p>Eloise did not quite see, but she yielded at last,
+for her need was great.</p>
+
+<p>"I don't think I'd tell Mrs. Biggs all the sad story,
+unless you want the whole town to know it. Tell her
+you have had bad news from your mother, and are
+going to her," Ruby suggested, when at last she
+said good-night and went out, just as Mrs. Biggs
+came in.</p>
+
+<p>"Goin' away! Goin' to Californy! Your mother
+sick! What's the matter, and how under the sun are
+you goin' alone, limpin' as you do? I knew Ruby
+Ann would manage to keep the school if she once
+got it!" were some of Mrs. Biggs's exclamations
+when told Eloise was to leave her.</p>
+
+<p>Eloise parried her questions very skilfully, saying
+nothing except that her mother needed her and she
+was going to her, and Mrs. Biggs left her more
+mystified than she had ever been in her life, but resolved
+"to get at the bottom if she lived."</p>
+
+<p>That night Eloise, who was now sleeping in the
+chamber to which she had first been taken, sat a
+long time by her window, looking out upon the
+towers and chimneys of Crompton Place, which were
+visible above the trees in the park, and wondering at
+the feeling of unrest which possessed her, and her unwillingness
+to leave.</p>
+
+<p>"If I could only see him once more before I go,"
+she thought, the "him" being Jack, who, with Howard
+Crompton, was in Worcester, attending a musical
+festival.</p>
+
+<p>Not to see him was the saddest part of leaving
+Crompton, and for a moment hot tears rolled down
+her cheeks,&mdash;tears which, if Jack could have seen and
+known their cause, would have brought him back
+from Worcester and the prima donna who that night
+was entrancing a crowded house with her song.
+Dashing her tears away, Eloise's thoughts reverted
+to Amy, who had been so kind to her.</p>
+
+<p>"I hoped to thank her in person," she said, "but
+as that is impossible, I must write her a note for Tim
+to take in the morning, together with the chairs."</p>
+
+<p>The note was written, and in it a regret expressed
+that Eloise could not have seen her.</p>
+
+<p>"Maybe when she reads it she will call upon me
+to-morrow," she thought, as she directed the note,
+and that night she dreamed that Amy came to her,
+with a face and voice so like her mother's that she
+woke with a start and a feeling that she had really
+seen her mother, as she used to stand before the footlights,
+while the house rang with thunders of applause.</p>
+
+</div><!--end chapter-->
+
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<h2><a name="3CHAPTER_II"></a>CHAPTER II<br/>
+THE LITTLE RED CLOAK</h2>
+
+<p>Col. Crompton was in a bad way, both mentally
+and bodily. The pain in his gouty foot had extended
+to his knee, and was excruciating in the extreme;
+but he almost forgot it in the greater trouble in his
+mind. In the same mail which had brought Eloise's
+letter from California there had been one for him,
+which in the morning Peter had taken from the postman
+and examined carefully, until he made out its
+direction.</p>
+
+<p>"Mister Kurnel Krompton, of Krompton Plais,
+Krompton, Massachusetts."</p>
+
+<p>So much room had been taken up on one side of
+the envelope with the address, that half of "Massachusetts"
+was on the other side, and Peter's memory
+instantly went back to years before, when a letter
+looking like this and odorous with bad tobacco had
+come to the Colonel. He had a copy of the letter
+still, and could repeat it by heart, and knew that it
+was from Jake Harris,&mdash;presumably the "Shaky"
+for whom the little girl Eudora had cried so pitifully.
+This was undoubtedly from the same source. "What
+can he want now? and what will the Colonel say?"
+he thought, as he took the letter to his master's room.</p>
+
+<p>"A letter for you, sir," he said, putting it down
+upon the table by the Colonel's chair, and then lingering
+on the pretence of adjusting a curtain and brushing
+up the hearth, but really waiting to see what
+effect the letter would have.</p>
+
+<p>It was different from what he expected. With one
+glance at the superscription, the Colonel grew deathly
+pale, and his hands shook so that the letter dropped
+upon the floor. Peter picked it up and handed it to
+him, saying, "Can I help you, sir?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, by leaving me, and holding your tongue!
+There's the devil to pay!" was the answer.</p>
+
+<p>Peter was accustomed to hearing of his master's
+debts in that direction, and to being told to hold his
+tongue, and he answered, "All right, sir," and left
+the room. For some moments the Colonel sat perfectly
+still, his heart beating so fast that he could
+scarcely breathe. Then he opened Jake's letter, and
+read as follows:</p>
+
+<p class="right">
+"Palmetto Clarin', Oct. &mdash;, 18&mdash;.<br/>
+</p>
+
+<p class="letter">
+"Mister Kurnel Krompton,<br/>
+    "Deer Sir:<br/>
+    "Glory to God. I'se done sung all day for his
+mussy in lettin' me heer from lil Miss Dory onc't mo'
+an' 'noin' she ain't ded as I feared she was. Mas'r
+Minister Mason, who done 'tended the funeral of
+t'other Miss Dory done tole me how she's livin' with
+you, an' a lil off in her mind. The lam'! What happened
+her, I wonder? Her granny, ole Miss Lucy,
+was quar. All the Harrises was quar. Mebby she
+got it from them. A site of me will cure her sho'.
+Tell her I'se comin' to see her as soon as I hear from
+you that it is her, sho'. Thar might be some mistake,
+an' I doan' want to take the long journey for nothin',
+'case I'm ole, tho' I feels mighty peart now wid de
+news. Rite me wen you git this. I shall wait till I
+har, an' then start to onc't.</p>
+
+<p class="right">
+"Yours to command,          <br/>
+"JAKE HARRIS."
+</p>
+
+<p class="letter">
+"P.S.&mdash;Mandy Ann, you 'members her, what took
+care of lil chile. She's a grown woman now in course,
+an' has ten chillen, 'sides Ted. You 'members Ted,
+on de 'Hatty.' No 'count at all; but Mandy Ann,
+wall, she's a whopper, an' when she hears de nuse,
+she 'most had de pow'. She sen's her regrets, an'
+would come, too, if she hadn't so many moufs to feed,
+an' Ted doin' nothin' but playin' gemman.</p>
+
+<p class="right">
+"Onc't mo', yours,          <br/>
+"JAKE."
+</p>
+
+<p>To describe the Colonel's state of mind as he read
+this letter is impossible. He forgot the pain in his
+leg and knee in the greater sensation of the cold,
+prickly feeling which ran through his veins, making
+his fingers feel like sticks, and powerless to hold the
+letter, which dropped to the floor. With every year
+he had hugged closer and closer the secret of his life,
+becoming more and more morbid and more fearful,
+lest in some way his connection with the palmetto
+clearing should be known and he fall from the high
+pedestal on which he had stood so long, and from
+which his fall would be greater because he had been
+there so long. It would all be right after he was
+dead. He had seen to that, and didn't care what the
+world would say when he was not alive to hear it.
+But he was very much alive now, and his sin bade
+fair to find him out.</p>
+
+<p>"Just as I feared when that rector told me who
+his father was," he thought, cursing the chance which
+had sent the Rev. Arthur Mason to Crompton,&mdash;cursing
+the Rev. Charles for giving information to
+Jake,&mdash;and cursing Jake for the letter, which he
+spurned with his well foot, as it lay on the floor. He
+had hoped the negro might be dead, as he had heard
+nothing from him in a long time; and here he was,
+alive and waiting for a word to come. "If he waits
+for that he will wait to all eternity," he said to himself.
+"I shall write and make it worth his while to
+stay where he is. He knows too much of Amy's
+birth and her mother's death to be trusted here.
+Uncertainty is better than the truth. I have made
+matters right for Amy, and confessed everything.
+They'll find it when I'm gone, and can wag their
+tongues all they please. It won't hurt me then, but
+while I live I'll keep up the farce. It might have
+been better to have told the truth at first, but I didn't,
+and it's too late now. Who in thunder is that knocking
+at the door? Not Amy, I hope,&mdash;and I can't
+reach that letter," he continued, as there came a low
+rap at the door.</p>
+
+<p>"Come in!" he called, when it was repeated, and
+Cora, the housemaid, entered.</p>
+
+<p>She had been in the family but a few days and did
+not yet understand her duties with regard to the
+Colonel, and know that she was not to trouble him.
+Tim Biggs had been commissioned by Eloise to take
+her note to Mrs. Amy, together with the chairs.</p>
+
+<p>"You can't carry both at one time, so take the sea
+this morning, and the wheel this afternoon," Mrs.
+Biggs said, just as Tom Walker appeared.</p>
+
+<p>He had been to the house two or three times since
+the Rummage, ostensibly to ask when Eloise was
+going to commence her duties as teacher, but really
+to see her and hear her pleasant "Good-morning,
+Thomas, I am glad to see you."</p>
+
+<p>Whatever Mrs. Biggs knew was soon known to
+half of District No. 5, and the news that Eloise was
+going to California had reached Tom, and brought
+him to inquire if it were true.</p>
+
+<p>"And won't you come back?" he asked, with real
+concern on his homely face.</p>
+
+<p>"Perhaps so. I hope so," Eloise replied, and he
+continued, "I'm all-fired sorry you are goin', because,&mdash;well,
+because I am; and I wish I could do something
+for you."</p>
+
+<p>"You can," Eloise said. "You can take the wheel
+chair back to the Crompton House and save Tim one
+journey."</p>
+
+<p>Tom cared very little about saving Tim, but he
+would do anything to serve Eloise, and the two boys
+were soon on their way, quarrelling some as they
+went, for each was jealous of the other's attention to
+the "little schoolmarm," as they called her. Tom
+reached the house first, but Tim was not far behind,
+and both encountered Cora, who bade them leave the
+chairs in the hall, while she inquired as to their disposition.
+Had Peter been in sight she might have
+consulted him, but he was in the grounds, and, entering
+the Colonel's room she said, "If you please, sir,
+what shall I do with the chairs?"</p>
+
+<p>"What chairs?" the Colonel asked, and Cora replied,
+"A sea chair, I think, and a wheel chair, which
+Tom Walker and Tim Biggs have just brought
+home."</p>
+
+<p>"My sea chair, and my wheel chair! How in
+thunder can that be, when I'm sitting in the wheel,
+and how came Tom Walker, the biggest rascal in
+town, by my chairs, or Tim Biggs either?" the
+Colonel exclaimed; and Cora replied, "I think they
+said the schoolma'am had them. Here's a note from
+her to Mrs. Amy."</p>
+
+<p>Since his last attack of the gout the Colonel had in
+a measure forgotten Eloise, and ceased to care
+whether she were rooted and grounded in the fundamentals
+or not. That Howard and Jack had been in
+the habit of calling upon her he did not suspect, and
+much less that for the last two weeks or more she
+had been enjoying his sea chair, and the fruit and
+flowers sent her with Mrs. Amy's compliments. At
+the mention of her he roused at once.</p>
+
+<p>"That girl had my chair! How the devil came she
+by it? A note for Mrs. Amy! Give it to me, and
+pick up that paper on the floor and go!"</p>
+
+<p>Cora was not long in obeying, and the irascible old
+man was again alone. First tearing Jake's letter in
+strips, he turned Eloise's note over in his hand, and
+read, "Mrs. Amy Smith, Crompton Place." The
+name "Smith" always made him angry, and he repeated
+it with a quick shutting together of his teeth.</p>
+
+<p>"Smith!" he said, "I can't abide it! And what
+has she to say to Mrs. Smith?"</p>
+
+<p>The note was not sealed, and without the least
+hesitancy he opened it and read, commenting as
+he did so.</p>
+
+<p>"My dear Mrs. Smith." (Her dear Mrs. Smith!
+I like that.) "I am going away (Glad to hear it) and
+I wish to thank you for the many things you have
+sent me. (The deuce she has! I didn't know it.)
+The pretty hat I want to keep, with the slippers,
+which remind me of my mother. (Slippers,&mdash;remind
+her of her mother, who, I dare say, never wore anything
+but big shoes, and coarse at that," the Colonel
+growled, and read on.) The chairs I return, with my
+thanks for them, and the fruit and flowers and books.
+I would like so much to see you, and thank you personally,
+but as this cannot be I must do it on paper.
+Be assured I shall never forget your kindness to me,
+a stranger.</p>
+
+<p class="right">
+"Your very truly,          <br/>
+"E.A. SMITH."
+</p>
+
+<p>"Smith again! E.A. Smith!" the Colonel said.
+"Why couldn't she write her whole name? E.A.,
+ELIZA ANN, of course! That's who she is, ELIZA
+ANN SMITH!"</p>
+
+<p>If there was one name he disliked as much as he did
+Smith, it was Eliza Ann, and he repeated it again:
+"ELIZA ANN SMITH! Fruit and flowers and books,
+and shoes and my sea chair and a wheel chair sent
+to her by Amy! Where did she get the wheel, I'd
+like to know? I don't believe it!" he added, as a
+sudden light broke upon him. "It's that dog Howard's
+work, and that other chap."</p>
+
+<p>Ringing the bell which stood on the table beside
+him, he bade Cora, who appeared, to send Mrs. Amy
+to him. Amy had not slept well, and was more
+easily confused than usual, but she came and asked
+what he wanted. It did not occur to him to give her
+the note, which he kept in his hand while he said, in
+a much softer tone than that in which he had been
+talking to himself, "Have you sent things to Eliza
+Ann Smith,&mdash;fruit and flowers and books, and my
+sea chair and a wheel chair, and a bonnet and shoes,
+and the Lord knows what else?"</p>
+
+<p>Amy was bewildered at once.</p>
+
+<p>"Eliza Ann Smith!" she repeated. "I don't know
+her. Who is she?"</p>
+
+<p>"Why, the girl that jammed a hole in Brutus's
+neck and stained the cushions of my carriage, and
+broke her leg at Mrs. Biggs's," the Colonel replied.</p>
+
+<p>At the mention of Mrs. Biggs, Amy's face brightened.
+Since the day after the accident, when she sent
+the hat and slippers, Eloise had not been mentioned
+in her presence, and she had entirely forgotten her.
+Now she was all interest again, and said, "Oh, yes;
+I remember now, Poor girl! I did send her a hat
+and some slippers, which I hated because I wore them
+when I sang. Did they fit her?"</p>
+
+<p>"Lord Harry! How do I know? It isn't likely
+your shoes would fit her. They would be a mile too
+small!" the Colonel said, and Amy asked, "Does
+she want anything?"</p>
+
+<p>"No," the Colonel replied. "Somebody has sent
+her flowers and chairs and books and things. She
+thought it was you and wished to thank you."</p>
+
+<p>"It was not I, and I am sorry I forgot her," Amy
+rejoined, as she turned to leave him, with a confused
+feeling in her brain, and a pang of regret that she had
+perhaps neglected the little girl at Mrs. Biggs's.</p>
+
+<p>Once the Colonel thought to call her back and give
+her the note. Then, thinking it did not matter, he
+let her go without it. Just what influence was at
+work in Amy's mind that morning it were difficult to
+tell. Whatever it was, it prompted her on her return
+to her room to take the little red cloak from the
+closet where it was kept and examine it carefully.
+It had been the best of its kind when it was bought,
+and, though somewhat faded and worn, had withstood
+the ravages of time wonderfully. It had encircled
+her like a friend, both when she was sad and
+when she was gay. It had been wrapped around the
+Baby, of whom she never thought without a pang
+and a blur before her eyes. It was the dearest article
+she had in her wardrobe, and because of that and
+because she had been so forgetful, she would send it
+to Eliza Ann Smith!</p>
+
+<p>"But not for good," she said to Sarah, who was
+commissioned to take it to Eloise the next morning.
+"She can keep it till she is well. Somebody told
+me she had a sprained ankle. I had one once, and I
+put it across my lap and foot, it was so soft and warm.
+Tell her I am sorry I forgot about her. I am not
+always quite myself."</p>
+
+<hr class="short" />
+
+<p>"Sent that old red cloak she's had ever since she
+was knee high! I shouldn't s'pose there'd be a rag
+of it left! She must be crazy as a loon to-day," was
+Mrs. Biggs's comment, when Sarah told her errand.
+"What possessed her?"</p>
+
+<p>Sarah only knew that her mistress was more dazed
+than usual that morning, and had insisted upon her
+bringing the cloak.</p>
+
+<p>"I think it rattled her when the chairs came back.
+She didn't know anything about 'em, nor the Colonel
+either," Sarah said.</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Biggs laughed, and replied, "I didn't s'pose
+they did. Them young men, I b'lieve, was at the
+bottom of it, and I or'to have told Miss Smith to
+send her thanks to them, but I wasn't quite sure
+about the sea chair. So I let it slide, thinkin' it was
+a good joke on 'em to thank Amy. They pretended
+the things was from her."</p>
+
+<p>Taking the cloak from the girl, she carried it into
+the room where Eloise had fallen asleep, with her
+foot resting upon a hassock, and a shawl thrown over
+it. Removing the shawl and putting the red cloak in
+its place, Mrs. Biggs stole noiselessly out, saying to
+herself, "I guess she'll wonder where that came from
+when she wakes up."</p>
+
+</div><!--end chapter-->
+
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<h2><a name="3CHAPTER_III"></a>CHAPTER III<br/>
+ELOISE AT THE CROMPTON HOUSE</h2>
+
+<p>For an hour or more Eloise slept on, and then
+awoke suddenly and saw the scarlet cloak across her
+foot. At first it was the color which attracted her.
+Then taking it in her hands she began to examine it,
+while drops of sweat came out upon her forehead and
+under her hair. She knew that cloak! She had worn
+it many and many a time when she was a child. She
+had seen her mother fold and pack it far more carefully,
+when they were starting on a starring tour,
+than she did the fine dresses she wore on the stage.</p>
+
+<p>"It is my mother's, but how came it here?" she
+thought, as she took it into the kitchen where she
+heard Mrs. Biggs at her work. "Where did you get
+my mother's cloak?" she asked.</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Biggs, who always washed on Saturdays, had
+just put Tim's shirt through the wringer. Holding
+it at arm's length with one hand and steadying herself
+on the side of the tub with the other, she stared
+blankly at Eloise for a moment, and then said, "Your
+mother's cloak! Child alive, that's Mrs. Amy's. I've
+seen her wear it a hundred times when she was a little
+girl. She has got on a spell of givin' this mornin',
+and sent it to you by Sarah. She's kep' it well all
+these years. What ails you?" she continued, as
+Eloise's face grew as white as the clothes in Mrs.
+Biggs's basket.</p>
+
+<p>Ray after ray of light was penetrating her mind,
+making her wonder she had not seen it before, and
+bringing a possibility which made her brain reel for
+a moment.</p>
+
+<p>"Sit down," Mrs. Biggs continued, "and tell me
+why you think this is your mother's cloak."</p>
+
+<p>"I know it is," Eloise answered. "I have worn
+it so many times, and once I tore a long rent in the
+lining and mother darned it. It is here,&mdash;see!"</p>
+
+<p>She showed the place in the silk lining where a tear
+had been and was mended.</p>
+
+<p>"For the Lord's sake, who be you?" Mrs. Biggs
+exclaimed, still flourishing Tim's shirt, which she
+finally dropped back into the tub, and in her excitement
+came near sitting down in a pail of bluing water
+instead of a chair.</p>
+
+<p>"I am Eloise Albertina Smith, and my father was
+Homer Smith, and my mother was Eudora Harris
+from Florida, and sang in concerts, and lost her
+mind, and was in a private asylum in San Francisco,
+and my father died, and a strange man took her
+out a few months ago. I did not know where she
+was, and was going to California to find her. I believe
+your Mrs. Amy is she, and I am going to the
+Crompton House to inquire!"</p>
+
+<p>"For Heaven's sake!" was Mrs. Biggs's next
+ejaculation. "Harris was Amy's name before she
+was called Crompton, and her name is Amy Eudora,
+too; but I never heard she had a girl."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, she had, and I am that girl," Eloise said,
+"and I am going up there now, right off!"</p>
+
+<p>"You can't walk," Mrs. Biggs suggested. "That
+ankle would turn before you got half way there. If
+you must go,&mdash;and I believe I would,&mdash;Tim will git
+a rig from the livery. Here, Tim," she called, as she
+heard him whistling in the woodshed, "run to Miller's
+and git a carriage and a span, quick as you can,&mdash;a
+good one, too," she added, as the possibility grew
+upon her that Eloise might belong to the Cromptons,
+and if so, ought to go up in style.</p>
+
+<p>It did not take long for Tim to execute his mother's
+order, and the best turn-out from Miller's stable soon
+stood before the door.</p>
+
+<p>"I b'lieve I'll go, too. The washin' will keep, and
+this won't," the widow said, beginning to change her
+work-dress for a better one.</p>
+
+<p>Eloise was too much excited to care who went with
+her, and with Mrs. Biggs she was soon driving up the
+broad avenue under the stately maples to the door of
+the Crompton House. Peter saw the carriage, and
+thinking it came from town with callers on Amy,
+went out to say she could not see them, as she was
+not feeling well and was lying down.</p>
+
+<p>"But I must see her," Eloise said, alighting first
+and brushing past him, while he stood open-mouthed
+with surprise.</p>
+
+<p>"She thinks she is Amy's girl, and, I swan, I begin
+to think so, too," Mrs. Biggs said, trying to explain
+and getting things a good deal mixed, and so bewildering
+the old man that he paid no attention to
+Eloise, who, with the cloak on her arm, was in the
+hall and saying to a maid who met her, "Take me
+to Mrs. Amy."</p>
+
+<p>All her timidity was gone, as she gave the order
+like one who felt perfectly at home.</p>
+
+<p>"Mrs. Amy is asleep, and I don't like to disturb
+her. She is unusually nervous this morning. Will
+you see the Colonel instead?" the girl said, awed by
+Eloise's air of authority.</p>
+
+<p>"My business is with Mrs. Amy, but perhaps I'd
+better see Col. Crompton first," she replied.</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Biggs and Peter were in the house by this
+time, and heard what Eloise was saying.</p>
+
+<p>"Better not," Peter began. "I don't know as
+you can see him. You stay here. I'll inquire."</p>
+
+<p>He started up the stairs, followed by Eloise, who
+had no idea of staying behind.</p>
+
+<p>"Wait," he said, motioning her back as he reached
+the Colonel's door, and saw her close beside him.
+"Let me go in first."</p>
+
+<p>He left the door ajar and walked into the room
+where the Colonel was sitting just as he had sat the
+morning before, when Jake's letter and Eloise's note
+were brought to him. He had not slept at all during
+the night, and was in a trembling condition, with a
+feeling of numbness in his limbs which he did not
+like.</p>
+
+<p>"Well?" he said sharply, as Peter came in, and he
+saw by his face that something had happened.
+"What's up now?"</p>
+
+<p>"Nothing, but Miss Smith, the teacher," Peter
+replied. "She wants to see you."</p>
+
+<p>"Miss Smith, the normal? Do you mean Eliza
+Ann? Tell her to go away. I can't see anybody,"
+the Colonel said.</p>
+
+<p>"I'll tell her, but I'm afraid she won't go," Peter
+replied, starting for the door, through which a little
+figure came so swiftly as nearly to knock him down,
+and Eloise, who had forgotten her lameness, stood
+before the astonished Colonel, her face glowing with
+excitement, and her eyes shining like stars as she
+confronted him.</p>
+
+<p>Old as he was, the Colonel was not insensible to
+female beauty, and the rare loveliness of this young
+girl moved him with something like admiration, and
+made his voice a little softer as he said, "Are you
+Eliza Ann Smith? What do you want?"</p>
+
+<p>"I am not Eliza Ann," Eloise answered quickly.
+"I am Eloise Albertina Smith. My father was
+Homer Smith; my mother was Eudora Harris, from
+Florida, a concert singer, till she lost her mind and
+was put in a private asylum in San Francisco. You
+took her out, and she is here. You call her Mrs.
+Amy. She never told me of you. I don't know why.
+She never talked much of her girlhood. I don't think
+she was very happy. She sent me this cloak, and
+that's how I knew she was here. I have worn it many
+times when a child. I knew it in a moment, and I
+have come to see her. Where is she?"</p>
+
+<p>This was worse than Jake's letter, and every nerve
+in the Colonel's body was quivering with excitement,
+and he felt as if a hundred prickly sensations were
+chasing each other up and down his arms and legs,
+and making his tongue thick as he tried to call for
+Peter. Succeeding at last, he said faintly, "Take
+this girl away before she kills me."</p>
+
+<p>"I shall not go," Eloise rejoined, "until I see my
+mother. I tell you she is my mother. Has she never
+spoken of me?"</p>
+
+<p>"Never," the Colonel answered. "She has talked
+of a baby who died, and you are not dead."</p>
+
+<p>"No, but I am Baby,&mdash;her pet name for me always.
+Why she should think me dead, I don't know.
+Send for her, and see if she does not know me."</p>
+
+<p>She had come close to the trembling old man, and
+put one of her hands on his cold, clammy one. He
+didn't shake it off, but looked at her with an expression
+in his eyes which roused her sympathy.</p>
+
+<p>"I don't mean any harm," she said. "I only want
+my mother. Send for her, please."</p>
+
+<p>There was a motion of assent toward Peter, who
+left the room, encountering Mrs. Biggs outside the
+door. There was too much going on for her not to
+have a hand in it, and she stood listening and waiting
+till Amy came down the hall, her white cashmere
+wrapper trailing softly behind her, and her hair coiled
+under a pretty invalid cap. She had been roused
+from a sound sleep, which had cleared her brain
+somewhat, and when told the Colonel wished to see
+her, she rose at once and started to go to him, fearing
+he was worse. He heard her coming, and braced
+himself up. Eloise heard her, and, with her head
+thrown back and her hands clasped together, stood
+waiting for her. For a moment Amy did not see her,
+so absorbed was she in the expression of the Colonel,
+who was watching her intently. When at last she did
+see her, she started suddenly, while a strange light
+leaped into her eyes. Then a wild, glad cry of
+"Baby! Baby!" rang through the room, and was
+answered by one of "Mother! Mother!" as the two
+women sprang to each other's arms.</p>
+
+<p>Amy was the first to recover herself. Turning
+Eloise around and examining her minutely, she said,
+"I thought you dead. He told me so, and everything
+has been a blank to me since."</p>
+
+<p>"You see she is my mother!" Eloise said to the
+Colonel; "and if she is your daughter, you must be
+my grandfather!"</p>
+
+<p>If the Colonel had been carved in stone he could
+not have sat more motionless than he did, giving no
+sign that he heard.</p>
+
+<p>"No matter! I shall find it all out for myself,"
+Eloise continued, as she turned again to her mother,
+who was examining the red cloak as if she wondered
+how it came there.</p>
+
+<p>The mention of "finding it out" affected the
+Colonel more than anything else had done. Amy had
+said the same thing to him once. She had not found
+it out, but this slip of a girl would, he was sure, and
+with something like a groan he sank back in his chair
+with a call for Peter.</p>
+
+<p>"Take them away," he said huskily. "I can't bear
+any more, and,&mdash;and,&mdash;the girl must stay, if Amy
+wants her, and bring me a hot-water bag,&mdash;two of
+them,&mdash;I was never so cold in my life."</p>
+
+<p>Peter nodded that he understood, and, ringing the
+bell for Amy's maid, bade her take her mistress to
+her room, and the young lady, too. "She is Mrs.
+Amy's daughter," he added.</p>
+
+<p>There was no need to tell this, for Mrs. Biggs had
+done her duty, and every servant in the house had
+heard the news and was anxious to see the stranger.
+Amy was always at her best in her own room, where
+Sarah left her alone with Eloise, and hastened away
+to gossip with Mrs. Biggs and Peter. The shock,
+instead of making Amy worse, had for the time being
+cleared her brain to some extent, so that she was
+able to talk quite rationally to Eloise, whose first
+question was why she had thought her dead. "I was
+so homesick for you, and cried so much after you
+went away that he was angry and hard with me,&mdash;very
+hard,&mdash;and I said at last if he didn't send for
+you I'd never sing again, and meant it, too," Amy
+replied. "It was at Los Angeles on a concert night.
+I must have been pretty bad, and he seemed half
+afraid of me, and finally told me you were dead, and
+had been for three weeks, and that he had meant to
+keep it from me till the season was over. I believed
+him, and something snapped in my head and let in a
+pain and noise which have never left it; but they will
+now I have found you. I went before the footlights
+once that night, and the stage was full of coffins in
+which you lay, and I saw the little grave in the New
+England cemetery where he said you were buried. At
+last I fainted, and have never sung again. They were
+very kind to me at Dr. Haynes's, where he came often
+to see me till I heard he was dead. I was not sorry;
+he had been so,&mdash;so&mdash;I can't explain."</p>
+
+<p>"I know," Eloise said, remembering her father's
+manner toward this weak, timid woman, who went
+on: "Then Col. Crompton came and brought me
+home. I used to live here years ago and called him
+father, till he said he was not my father. I never
+told you of him, or that this was once my home,
+although I described the place to you as something
+I had seen. If he were not my father I did not want
+to know who was, and did not want to talk about it,
+and after I married Mr. Smith it was very dreadful.
+He hated the Colonel when he found he could not get
+money from him, and sometimes taunted me with my
+birth, saying I was a Harris and a Cracker; but the
+cruelest of all was telling me you were dead. Why
+did he do it?"</p>
+
+<p>"I think your fretting for me irritated him, and he
+feared you might never sing again unless he sent for
+me, and he did not want me," Eloise said. "He never
+wanted me. He was a bad man, and I could not feel
+sorry when he died."</p>
+
+<p>"You needn't," Amy exclaimed excitedly, and,
+getting up she began to walk the floor as she continued,
+"It is time things were cleared up. I am not
+afraid of him now, although I was when he was living.
+He broke all the spirit I had, till the sound of his
+voice when he was angry made me shake. Thank
+God he was not your father! there has been a lie all
+the time, and that wore upon me. Your father,&mdash;Adolph
+Candida,&mdash;is lying in the Protestant burying-ground
+in Rome."</p>
+
+<p>Grasping her mother's arm Eloise cried, "Oh,
+mother, what is this you are saying, and why have I
+never heard it before?"</p>
+
+<p>Amy had been tolerably clear in her conversation
+up to this point, but she was getting tired, and it was
+a long, rambling story she told, with many digressions
+and much irrelevant matter, but Eloise managed
+to follow her and get a fairly correct version of
+the truth. Candida, whom Amy loved devotedly, and
+with whom she had been very happy, had died after a
+brief illness when Eloise was an infant. Homer
+Smith, the handsome American, who had attached
+himself to the Candidas, was very kind to the young
+widow, whom he induced to marry him, and to let
+her little girl take his name.</p>
+
+<p>"I don't know why I did that," Amy said; "only
+he always made me do what he pleased, and he pretended
+to love you so much, and he didn't want his
+friends to know he was my second husband when he
+came to America. I couldn't understand that, but I
+yielded, as I did in everything. He seemed to hate
+the name of Candida, and was jealous of him in his
+grave, and would never let me speak of him. I think
+he was crazy, and he said I was, and shut me up. He
+once wrote to Col. Crompton for money and got a
+dreadful letter, telling him to go to that place where
+I am afraid he has gone, and saying I was welcome
+to come home any time, if I would leave the singing
+master. There was a bad word before the 'singing,'
+which I can't speak. I meant to go home some time
+and take you with me. I hated the stage, and the
+pain got in my head, and I forgot so many things
+after he said you were dead, but never forgot you,
+although I didn't talk about you much. I couldn't,
+for a bunch came in my throat and choked me, and
+my head seemed to open and shut on the top when
+I thought of you. Col. Crompton has been very
+kind to me since I came. I think now he is my
+father. I asked him once, and he said, No. I believed
+him then, and accepted in my mind some Mr.
+Harris, for I knew my mother was a true woman.
+We will find it all out, you and I."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," Eloise replied, "and the pain will go away,
+and you will tell me more of my own father. I know
+now why I never could feel a daughter's love for the
+other one. Does grandmother know? She was always
+kind to me, and I love her."</p>
+
+<p>Amy shook her head, and said, "I think not, but
+am not sure. It will be clearer by and by. I must
+sleep now."</p>
+
+<p>When she was tired she always slept, and, adjusting
+the cushions on the sofa, Eloise made her lie
+down, and spread over her the little red cloak which
+had been the means of bringing them together.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, that's right. Cover me with the dear old
+cloak Jakey gave me," Amy said sleepily. "You'll
+help me find him."</p>
+
+<p>Eloise didn't know who Jakey was, or what connection
+he had with the cloak; but she answered
+promptly, "Yes, I'll help you find him and everything."</p>
+
+<p>Thus reassured, Amy fell asleep, while Eloise sat
+by her until startled by the entrance of Mrs. Biggs.
+That worthy woman had been busy telling the servants
+everything she knew about Eloise since she
+came to Crompton, and that she had always mistrusted
+she was somebody out of the common.
+Then, as Eloise did not appear, and the carriage
+from Miller's was still waiting at a dollar and a half
+an hour, it occurred to her that if Eloise should not
+prove to be somebody out of the common she would
+have to pay the bill, as she had ordered the turn-out.
+Going to Amy's room, she walked in unannounced,
+and asked, "Be you goin' home with me, or goin'
+to stay?"</p>
+
+<p>"I don't know what I am to do," Eloise said, starting
+to her feet.</p>
+
+<p>Amy decided for her. Mrs. Biggs had roused
+her, and, hearing what was wanted, she protested
+so vehemently against Eloise's leaving her even for
+an hour, that Mrs. Biggs departed without her,
+thinking to herself as she rode in state behind the
+fleet horses, "It beats the Dutch what luck some
+folks have. I've lost my boarder, and Ruby Ann
+has got the school, just as I knew she would, and
+mebby I'll have to pay for the rig. I wonder how
+long I've had it."</p>
+
+</div><!--end chapter-->
+
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<h2><a name="3CHAPTER_IV"></a>CHAPTER IV<br/>
+THE SHADOW OF DEATH</h2>
+
+<p>This was on Saturday, and by Monday the whole
+town of Crompton, from District No. 5 to the village
+on the seashore, was buzzing with the news told
+eagerly from one to another. The young girl who
+had sprained her ankle while coming to take charge
+of the school in District No. 5 had, it was told, turned
+out to be the daughter of Mrs. Amy, and was at the
+Crompton House with her mother, who had thought
+her dead. This some believed and some did not,
+until assured by Mrs. Biggs, who, having done her
+washing on Saturday, was free on Monday to call
+upon her neighbors and repeat the story over and
+over, ending always with, "I mistrusted from the
+first that she was somebody."</p>
+
+<p>The second piece of news was scarcely less exciting,
+but sad. After his interview with Eloise, the
+Colonel had complained of nausea and faintness, and
+had gone early to bed. Before going, however, he
+had asked if Eliza Ann were still in the house. An
+idea once lodged in his brain was apt to stay, and
+Eliza Ann had taken too strong a hold upon his
+senses to be easily removed.</p>
+
+<p>"Bring her here," he said.</p>
+
+<p>She came at once and asked what she could do for
+him.</p>
+
+<p>"Sit down," he said. "You seem to be lame."</p>
+
+<p>He had evidently forgotten about the accident,
+and Eloise did not remind him of it, but sat down
+while he catechised her with regard to what she had
+told him of herself. Some of his comments on
+Homer Smith were not very complimentary, and
+this emboldened Eloise to tell him who her real
+father was.</p>
+
+<p>"Thank God!" he said emphatically. "I'm glad
+you are not that rascal's, and because you are not
+you can stay with Amy and fare as she fares. But
+why did she think you dead?"</p>
+
+<p>Eloise told him all she thought necessary to tell
+him, while his face grew purple with anger, and his
+clenched fists beat the air as if attacking an imaginary
+Homer Smith.</p>
+
+<p>"It's a comfort to know, if there is a God&mdash;and I
+know there is&mdash;he is getting his deserts," he said.
+Then, as his mood changed, he continued, "And you
+are the little normal I didn't want, and you board
+with Mrs. Biggs?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," Eloise replied. "I am the normal you did
+not want, and I board with Mrs. Biggs, where I heard
+a great deal of Mrs. Amy, as they call her. I must
+have a slow, stupid mind, or I should have suspected
+who she was. I never heard the name Harris connected
+with her. If I had I should have known. It
+is so clear to me now."</p>
+
+<p>The Colonel looked at her a moment, and then
+said, "If you are Amy's daughter you are a Harris,
+and they are queer, with slow minds,&mdash;and now go.
+I am infernally tired, and cannot keep up much
+longer."</p>
+
+<p>He moved his hand toward her, and Eloise took
+it and pressed it to her lips.</p>
+
+<p>"D-don't," the Colonel said, but held fast to the
+soft, warm hand clasping his. "If one's life could
+roll back," he added, more to himself than to Eloise,
+as his head dropped wearily upon his breast, and he
+whispered, "I am sorry for a great deal. God
+knows I am sorry. Call Peter."</p>
+
+<p>The old servant came and got him to bed, and sat
+by him most of the night. Toward morning, finding
+that he was sleeping quietly, he, too, lay down
+and slept until the early sun was shining into the
+room. Waking with a start, he hurried to his master's
+side, to find him with wide-open eyes full of terror
+as he tried to ask what had happened to him.
+All power to move except his head was gone, and
+when he tried to talk his lips gave only inarticulate
+sounds which no one could understand.</p>
+
+<p>"Paralysis," the doctor said when summoned.
+"I have expected it a long time," he continued, and
+would give no hope to Amy and Eloise, who hastened
+to the sick-room.</p>
+
+<p>The moment they came in the Colonel's eyes
+brightened, and when Amy stooped and kissed him
+he tried to kiss her back. Then he fixed his eyes on
+Eloise with a questioning glance, which made her
+say to him, "Do you know me?"</p>
+
+<p>He struggled hard for a moment, and then replied,
+"Yesh, 'Lisha Ann! Stay!" and those were the
+only really intelligible words he ever spoke.</p>
+
+<p>They telegraphed to Worcester for Howard, and
+learning that he was in Boston, telegraphed there,
+and found him at the Vendome. "Come at once.
+Your uncle is dying," the telegram said, and Howard
+read it with a sensation for which he hated himself,
+and which he could not entirely shake off. He tried
+to believe he did not want his uncle to die, but if he
+did die, what might it not do for him, the only direct
+heir, if Amy were not a lawful daughter? And he
+did not believe she was. She had not been adopted,
+and he had never heard of a will, and before he was
+aware of it a feeling that he was master of Crompton
+Place crept over him. Amy would live there, of
+course, just as she did now, even if he should marry,
+as he might, and there came up before him the memory
+of a rainy night and a helpless little girl sitting
+on a mound of stones and dirt and crying with fear
+and pain. He had seen Jack's interest in Eloise
+with outward indifference, but with a growing jealousy
+he was too proud to show. He admired her
+greatly, and thought that under some circumstances
+he might love her. As a Crompton he ought to look
+higher, and if he proved to be the heir it would never
+do to think of her even if Jack were not in his way.
+All this passed like lightning through his mind as he
+read the telegram and handed it to Jack, who, he insisted,
+should return with him to Crompton.</p>
+
+<p>"I feel awfully shaky, and I want you there if
+anything happens," he said, while Jack, whose first
+thought had been that he would be in the way, was
+not loath to go.</p>
+
+<p>Eloise was in Crompton, and ever since he left it,
+a thought of her had been in his mind.</p>
+
+<p>"If I find her as sweet and lovely as I left her, I'll
+ask her to be my wife, and take her away from Mrs.
+Biggs," he was thinking as the train sped on over
+the New England hills toward Crompton, which it
+reached about two P.M.</p>
+
+<p>Peter was at the station with Sam, and to Howard's
+eager questions answered, "Pretty bad. No
+change since morning. Don't seem to know anybody
+except Mrs. Amy and Miss Eloise. She's with
+him all the time, and he tries to smile when she speaks
+to him."</p>
+
+<p>"Who?" both the young men asked in the same
+breath, and Peter told them all he knew of the matter
+during the rapid drive to the house.</p>
+
+<p>Howard was incredulous, and made Peter repeat
+the story twice, while his brain worked rapidly with
+a presentiment that this new complication might
+prove adverse to him.</p>
+
+<p>"What do you think of it?" he asked Jack, who
+replied, "I see no reason to doubt it," and he was
+conscious of a pang of regret that he had not asked
+Eloise to be his wife before her changed circumstances.</p>
+
+<p>"She would then know that I loved her for herself,
+and not for any family relations," he thought.</p>
+
+<p>He had no doubt that Amy was Col. Crompton's
+daughter, and if so, Eloise's position would be very
+different from what it had been.</p>
+
+<p>"I'll wait the course of events, as this is no time
+for love-making," he decided, as they drove up to
+the door, from which the doctor was just emerging.</p>
+
+<p>"Matter of a few hours," he said to Howard. "I
+am glad you have come. Evidently he wants to see
+you, or wants something, nobody can make out what.
+You have heard the news?"</p>
+
+<p>Howard bowed, and entering the house, ran up
+to his uncle's room. The Colonel was propped on
+pillows, laboring for breath, and trying to articulate
+words impossible to speak, while, if ever eyes talked,
+his were talking, first to Amy and then to Eloise, both
+of whom were beside him, Amy smoothing his hair
+and Eloise rubbing his cold hands.</p>
+
+<p>They had been with him for hours, trying to understand
+him as he struggled to speak.</p>
+
+<p>"There is something he wants to tell us," Eloise
+said, and in his eyes there was a look of affirmation,
+while the lips tried in vain to frame the words, which
+were only gurgling sounds.</p>
+
+<p>What did the dying man want to say? Was he
+trying to reveal a secret kept so many years, and
+which was planting his pillow with thorns? Was he
+back in the palmetto clearing, standing in the moonlight
+with Dora, and exacting a promise from her
+which broke her heart? No one could guess, and
+least of all the two women ministering to him so
+tenderly,&mdash;Amy, because she loved him, and Eloise,
+because she felt that he was more to her than a mere
+stranger. She was very quiet and self-contained.
+The events of the last two days had transformed her
+from a timid girl into a fearless woman, ready to
+fight for her own rights and those of her mother.
+Once when Amy was from the room a moment she
+bent close to the Colonel and said, "You are my
+mother's father?"</p>
+
+<p>There was a choking sound and an attempt to
+move the head which Eloise took for assent.</p>
+
+<p>"Then you are my grandfather?" she added.</p>
+
+<p>This time she was sure he nodded, and she said, "It
+will all be right. You can rest now," but he didn't
+rest.</p>
+
+<p>There was more on his mind which he could not
+tell.</p>
+
+<p>"I believe it is Mr. Howard," Eloise thought, and
+said to him, "He is coming on the next train. I
+hear it now. He will soon be here. Is that what
+you want?"</p>
+
+<p>The dying man turned his head wearily. There
+was more besides Howard he wanted, but when at
+last the young man came into the room, his eyes
+shone with a look of pleased recognition, and he
+tried to speak a welcome. In the hall outside Jack
+was waiting, and as Eloise passed out he gave her his
+hand, and leading her to a settee, sat down beside
+her, and told her how glad he was for the news he
+had heard of her, but feeling the while that he did
+not know whether he were glad or not. She had
+never looked fairer or sweeter to him than she did
+now, and yet there was a difference which he detected,
+and which troubled him. It would have been
+easy to say "I love you," to the helpless little school-teacher
+at Mrs. Biggs's, and he wished now he had
+done so, and not waited till she became a daughter
+of the Crompton House, as he believed she was.
+Now he could only look his love into the eyes which
+fell beneath his gaze, as he held her hand and questioned
+her of the Colonel's sudden attack, and the
+means by which she had discovered her relationship
+to Amy.</p>
+
+<p>Again he repeated, "I am so glad for you," and
+might have said more if Howard had not stepped
+into the hall, his face clouded and anxious.</p>
+
+<p>"He wants you, I think," he said to Eloise. "At
+least he wants something,&mdash;I don't know what."</p>
+
+<p>Eloise went to him at once, and again there was
+a painful effort to speak. But whatever he would
+say was never said, and after a little the palsied
+tongue ceased trying to articulate, and only his
+eyes showed how clear his reason was to the last.
+If there was sorrow for the past, he could not express
+it. If thoughts of the palmetto clearing were
+in his mind, no one knew it. All that could be
+guessed at was that he wanted Amy and Eloise with
+him.</p>
+
+<p>"Call him father. I think he will like it," Eloise
+said to her mother, while Howard looked up quickly,
+and to Peter, who was present, it seemed as if a frown
+settled on his face as a smile flickered around the
+Colonel's mouth at the sound of the name Amy had
+not given him since she came from California.</p>
+
+<p>All the afternoon and evening they watched him,
+as his breathing grew shorter and the heavy lids fell
+over the eyes, which, until they closed, rested upon
+Amy, who held his hand and spoke to him occasionally,
+calling him father, and asking if he knew her.
+To the very last he responded to the question with
+a quivering of the lids when he could no longer lift
+them, and when the clock on the stairs struck twelve,
+the physician who was present said to Eloise, "Take
+your mother away; he is dead."</p>
+
+</div><!--end chapter-->
+
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<h2><a name="3CHAPTER_V"></a>CHAPTER V<br/>
+LOOKING FOR A WILL</h2>
+
+<p>For three days the Colonel lay in the great drawing-room
+of the Crompton House, the blinds of
+which were closed, while knots of crape streamed
+from every door, and the servants talked together
+in low tones, sometimes of the dead man and sometimes
+of the future, wondering who would be master
+now of Crompton Place. Speculation on this point
+was rife everywhere, and on no one had it a stronger
+hold than on Howard himself. He would not like
+to have had it known that within twenty-four hours
+after his uncle's death he had gone through every
+pigeon-hole and nook in the Colonel's safe and private
+drawers, and turned over every paper searching
+for a will, and when he found none, had congratulated
+himself that in all human probability he
+was the sole heir. He was very properly sad, with
+an unmistakable air of ownership as he went about
+the place, giving orders to the servants. To Amy
+he paid great deference, telling the undertaker to
+ask what she liked and abide by her decisions. And
+here he was perfectly safe. With the shock of the
+Colonel's death Amy had relapsed into a dazed,
+silent mood, saying always, "I don't know; ask
+Eloise," and when Eloise was asked, she replied, "I
+have been here too short a time to give any orders.
+Mr. Howard will tell you."</p>
+
+<p>Thus everything was left to him, as he meant it
+should be, stipulating that Eloise meet the people
+who came, some to offer their sympathy, and more
+from a morbid curiosity to see whatever there was
+to be seen. This Eloise did with a dignity which
+surprised herself, and if Howard were the master,
+she was the mistress, and apparently as much at
+home as if she had lived there all her life. Ruby
+was the first to call. She had not seen Eloise since
+the astounding news that she was Amy's daughter.</p>
+
+<p>"I am so glad for you," she said, and the first tears
+Eloise had shed sprang to her eyes as she laid her
+head on Ruby's arm, just as she had done in the days
+of her trouble and pain.</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Biggs came, too,&mdash;very loud in her protestations
+of delight and assertions that she had always
+known Eloise was above the common.</p>
+
+<p>Never since the memorable lawn party many years
+ago had there been so great a crowd in the house and
+grounds as on the day of the funeral. In honor of
+his memory, and because he had given the school-house
+to the town, the school was closed, and the
+pupils, with Ruby Ann at their head, marched up the
+avenue with wreaths of autumn leaves and bouquets
+of flowers intended for the grave. The Rev. Arthur
+Mason read the burial service, and as he glanced at
+the costly casket, nearly smothered in flowers, and
+at the crowd inside and out, he could not keep his
+thoughts from his father's description of another
+funeral, where the dead woman lay in her cheap
+coffin, with Crackers and negroes as spectators; and
+only a demented woman, a little child, and black
+Jake and Mandy Ann as mourners. The mourners
+here were Amy and Howard, Eloise and Jack, and
+next to him a plain-looking, elderly woman, who,
+Mrs. Biggs told every one near her, was old Mrs.
+Smith, Eloise's supposed grandmother from Mayville.</p>
+
+<p>Eloise had sent for her, and while telling the story
+of deception and wrong which had been practised
+so long, and to which the mother listened with
+streaming eyes, she had said, "But it makes no difference
+with us. You are mine just the same, and
+wherever I live in the future, you are to live, too,
+if you will."</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Smith had smiled upon the young girl, and
+felt bewildered and strange in this grand house and
+at this grand funeral, unlike anything she had ever
+seen. It seemed like an endless line of carriages and
+foot passengers which followed the Colonel to the
+grave, and when the services were over, a few friends
+of the Colonel, who had come from a distance, returned
+to the house, and among them Mr. Ferris,
+the lawyer, who had been the Colonel's counsel and
+adviser for years, and managed his affairs. This
+was Howard's idea. He could not rest until he knew
+whether there was in the lawyer's possession any will
+or papers bearing upon Amy. When lunch was over
+he took the old man into his uncle's library, and said,
+hesitatingly, "I do not want to be too hasty, but it
+is better to have such matters settled, and if I have
+no interest in the Crompton estate I must leave, of
+course. Did my uncle leave a will?"</p>
+
+<p>Lawyer Ferris looked at him keenly through his
+glasses, took a huge pinch of snuff, and blew a good
+deal of it from him and some in Howard's face, making
+him sneeze before he replied, "Not that I know
+of; more's the pity. I tried my best to have him
+make one. The last time I urged it he said, 'There's
+no need. I've fixed it. Amy will be all right.' I
+was thinking of her. If there is no will, and she
+wasn't adopted and wasn't his daughter, it's hard
+lines for her."</p>
+
+<p>"But she was his daughter," came in a clear, decided
+voice, and both the lawyer and Howard turned
+to see Eloise standing in the door.</p>
+
+<p>Rain was beginning to fall, and she had come to
+close a window, with no thought that any one was
+in the library, until she heard the lawyer's last words,
+which stopped her suddenly. Where her mother
+was concerned she could be very brave, and, stepping
+into the room, she startled the two men with her assertion,
+"She was his daughter."</p>
+
+<p>"He told me so," she continued.</p>
+
+<p>"He did? When?" Howard asked, and Eloise
+replied, "I asked him, and his eyes looked yes, and
+when I said, 'You are my grandfather?' I was very
+sure he nodded. I know he meant it."</p>
+
+<p>The lawyer smiled and answered her, "That is
+something, but not enough. We must have a will
+or some document. He might have been your
+mother's father. I think he was; and still, she may
+not be&mdash;be&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>He hesitated, for Eloise's eyes were fixed upon
+him, and the hot blood of shame was crimsoning
+her face. After a moment he continued, "A will can
+set things right; or, if we can prove a marriage, all
+will be fair sailing for your mother and you."</p>
+
+<p>"I was not thinking of myself," Eloise returned.
+"I am thinking of mother. I know all the dreadful
+gossip and everything. Mrs. Biggs has told me, and
+I am going to find out. Somebody knows, and I
+shall find them."</p>
+
+<p>She looked very fearless as she left the room, and
+Howard felt that she would be no weak antagonist
+if he wanted to contest his right to the estate. But
+he didn't, he told himself, and Mr. Ferris, too. He
+was willing to abide by the law. If there was a will
+he'd like to find it; and, in any case, should be generous
+to Amy and&mdash;Eloise!</p>
+
+<p>"No doubt of it," the lawyer said, looking at him
+now over his spectacles, and taking a second pinch
+of snuff preparatory to the search among the dead
+man's papers, which Howard suggested that he
+make.</p>
+
+<p>Every place Howard had gone through was gone
+through again,&mdash;every paper unfolded and every
+envelope looked into. There was no will or scrap
+of writing bearing upon Amy. There were some
+receipts from Tom Hardy, of Palatka, for money
+received from the Colonel and paid over to Eudora
+Harris, and at these the lawyer looked curiously.</p>
+
+<p>"Harris was the name Amy sometimes went by
+before her marriage, I believe," he said. "Eudora
+was probably her mother. Now, if we can find Tom
+Hardy we may learn something. Shall I write to
+Palatka and inquire?"</p>
+
+<p>"Certainly," Howard replied, with a choke in his
+throat which he managed to hide from the lawyer.</p>
+
+<p>He didn't mean to be a scoundrel. He only
+wanted his own, and he meant to do right if chance
+made him master of Crompton, he said to himself,
+as he went to the drawing-room, where Jack and
+Eloise were sitting with a few friends who seemed
+to be waiting for something. Ruby and Mrs. Biggs,
+who, on the strength of their intimacy with Eloise,
+had remained in the house while the family was at
+the grave, were there, evidently expectant. It was
+not Howard's idea to broach the subject at once.
+He wanted to talk it over with Jack and Eloise, and
+make himself right with them. The lawyer had no
+such scruples. He had read wills after many funerals,
+and now that there was none to read, he spoke
+up:</p>
+
+<p>"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sorry I can't oblige
+you, but there ain't any will as we can find, and nothing
+to show who Mrs. Amy is, and matters must rest
+for a spell as they are. Meanwhile, Mr. Howard
+Crompton, as the Colonel's nephew and only known
+heir, must take charge of things."</p>
+
+<p>Eloise's face flushed, and Jack, who stole a look at
+her, saw that her hands trembled a little. No one
+spoke until Mrs. Biggs rose and said, "'Squire Ferris,
+if no will ain't found, and nothin' is proved for
+Mrs. Amy,&mdash;adoption nor nothin',&mdash;you know what
+I mean,&mdash;can't she inherit?"</p>
+
+<p>"Not a cent!" was the reply.</p>
+
+<p>"You mean she'll have nothin'?"</p>
+
+<p>"Legally nothing!"</p>
+
+<p>"And Mr. Howard will have everything?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, everything, as he is sole heir and next of
+kin."</p>
+
+<p>"Get out with your 'sole heir and next of kin'
+and law!" Mrs. Biggs exclaimed vehemently. "There
+ain't no justice in law. Look a-here, Squire; when
+women vote we'll have things different. Here is
+Amy, been used to them elegancies all her life." She
+swept her arm around the room, and, still keeping
+it poised, continued: "And now she's to be turned
+out because there ain't no will and you can't prove
+nothin'! And that's law! It makes me so mad!
+Who is goin' to take care of her, I'd like to know?"</p>
+
+<p>"I am!" and Eloise sprang to her feet, the central
+figure now in the room. "I shall take care of
+my mother! I don't care for the will, nor anything,
+except to prove that she is Col. Crompton's legitimate
+daughter, and that I will do. I am going
+where she was born, if I can find the place, and take
+her with me. I am not very lame now, and I would
+start to-morrow if&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>She stopped, remembering that in her purse were
+only two and one half dollars, and this she owed to
+Mrs. Biggs for board; then her eyes fell upon
+Ruby, the friend who had stood by her in her need,
+and who had been the first to congratulate her on
+finding her mother. Ruby had offered her money
+for the journey to California, and something in
+Ruby's face told her it was still ready for her, and
+she went on: "I was foolish enough to think Crompton
+Place was her rightful home, and be glad for her,
+but if it is not, I shall take her away at once. No
+one need worry about mother! I shall care for her."</p>
+
+<p>"Bravo!" Mrs. Biggs rejoined, as Eloise sank
+back in her chair. "That's what I call pluck! Law,
+indeed! It makes me so mad! You can fetch her
+to my house any minit. Your old room is ready
+for you, and I won't charge a cent till you find something
+to do and can pay. Maybe Ruby'll give up
+the school. Won't you, Ruby Ann?"</p>
+
+<p>"Certainly, if she wishes it," Ruby answered, and
+going over to Eloise, she said, "You are a brave
+little girl, and the money is still waiting for you if
+you want it."</p>
+
+<p>As for Jack, he was ready to lay himself at her
+feet, but all he could do then was to say to Ruby,
+"Perhaps Miss Smith had better go to her room;
+she seems tired," and taking her arm, he went with
+her to the door, which Howard opened for her.
+That young man did not feel very comfortable, and
+as soon as Eloise was gone he said to the inmates of
+the room, "If any of you think me such a cad as to
+turn Mrs. Amy and her daughter from the house, or
+to allow them to go, you are mistaken. If it should
+prove that I am master here, they will share with me.
+I can do no more."</p>
+
+<p>"Good for you!" Jack said, wringing Howard's
+hand, while the party began to break up, as it was
+time for those who lived at a distance to take the
+train.</p>
+
+<p>Among those who arose to go was the Rev. Arthur
+Mason, whom Howard had asked to lunch
+after the burial. As he left the house he said to Jack,
+who stood for a moment with him on the piazza,
+"Please say to Miss Smith that I can direct her to
+her mother's birthplace in Florida. My father is
+preaching there."</p>
+
+<p>"Thanks! I will tell her," Jack replied, in some
+surprise, and then went in to where Howard was
+standing, with an expression on his face not quite
+such as one ought to have when he has just come
+into possession of a fortune.</p>
+
+<p>"I congratulate you, old boy," Jack said cheerily,
+as he went up to him.</p>
+
+<p>"Don't!" Howard answered impetuously.
+"Nothing is sure. A will may be found, or my
+uncle's marriage proved; in either case, I sink back
+into the cipher I was before. I cannot say I'm not
+glad to have money, but I don't want people blaming
+me. I can't help it if my uncle made no will
+and did not marry Amy's mother, and I don't believe
+he did, or why was he silent so many years?"</p>
+
+<p>Jack could not answer him and left the room, taking
+his way, he hardly knew why, to the village,
+where he fell in again with the rector. To talk of
+the recent events at the Crompton House was natural,
+and before they parted Jack knew the contents
+of the Rev. Charles's letter to his son, and in his
+mind there was no doubt of a secret marriage and
+Amy's legitimacy.</p>
+
+<p>"It will be hard on Howard," he thought, "but
+Amy ought to have her rights,&mdash;and,&mdash;Eloise! And
+she shall!" he added, as he retraced his steps to the
+Crompton House.</p>
+
+<p>Chancing to be alone with her, he told her in part
+what he had heard from the rector, keeping back
+everything pertaining to the poverty of the surroundings,
+and speaking mostly of Jakey and Mandy
+Ann, whom Amy might remember.</p>
+
+<p>"She does," Eloise replied, "and at every mention
+of them her brain seems to get clearer. Peter
+has brought me a copy of a letter which Col. Crompton
+received from Jake just before he went for my
+mother, and which he has kept all these years. It
+may help me to find whatever there is to be found,
+good or bad." She handed him the copy, and continued,
+"The letter was mailed in Palatka, but from
+what you tell me, Jakey is farther up the river.
+Shall I have any trouble in finding him, do you
+think?"</p>
+
+<p>"None whatever," Jack replied, a plan rapidly
+maturing in his mind as to what he would do if
+Eloise persisted in going to Florida. "Better leave
+your mother here," he said, when she told him of her
+determination to unravel the mystery.</p>
+
+<p>"No," she answered. "Mother must go. I expect
+much from a sight of her old home and Jakey."</p>
+
+<p>Jack shivered as he recalled the Rev. Charles Mason's
+picture of that home, but he would not enlighten
+her. She must guess something from Jakey's
+note to the Colonel, he thought. Evidently she did,
+for she asked him what a Cracker was.</p>
+
+<p>"I ought to know, of course, and have some idea,"
+she said. "I asked mother, and she said she was
+one. What did she mean?"</p>
+
+<p>"If you go to Florida you will probably learn
+what a Cracker is," Jack replied, as he bade her
+good-night, pitying her for what he knew was in
+store for her.</p>
+
+<p>The next day a telegram from New York called
+him to the city. But before he went he had an interview
+with Ruby with regard to the journey which
+Eloise was designing to take as soon as her mother
+should have recovered from the shock of the Colonel's
+death.</p>
+
+<p>For a few days after his departure matters moved
+on quietly at the Crompton House, where Howard
+assumed the head unostentatiously, and without
+giving offence to any of the servants. The Crompton
+estate, as reported to him by Lawyer Ferris, was
+larger than he had supposed, and if it were his he
+would be a richer man than he had ever hoped to be.
+He liked money, and what it would bring him, and
+if he had been sure of his foothold he would have
+been very happy. And he was nearly sure. There
+was no will in the house, he was certain, for he had
+gone a second and third time through every place
+where one could possibly have been put, and found
+nothing. He was safe there, and as he did not know
+all which Mr. Mason had written to his son, he did
+not greatly fear the result of Eloise's trip to the
+South, which he thought a foolish undertaking.
+But she was bent upon going and the day was fixed.
+Grandmother Smith had returned home to await
+developments. Amy was ready. Eloise's lameness
+was nearly gone, "And to-morrow we start," she
+said to him one evening, when, after dinner, she
+joined him in the library, where he spent most of his
+time.</p>
+
+<p>Every day since his uncle's death, and he had seen
+so much of Eloise, Howard's interest in her had increased,
+until it amounted to a passion, if not positive
+love. Jack was a formidable rival, he knew,
+but now that he was probably master of Crompton
+Place, where her mother would be happier than
+elsewhere, she might think favorably of him. At
+all events he'd take the chance, and now was his
+time. Looking up quickly as she came in, and
+drawing a chair close to him for her, he said, "Sit
+down a moment while I talk to you." She sat
+down, and he continued, "I wish you would give
+up this journey, which can only end in disappointment.
+I have no idea there was a marriage, or that
+you could prove it if there was. My uncle was not
+a brute. He loved Amy, and would not have kept
+silent till he died if she had been his legitimate
+daughter. Give up the project. I will gladly share
+the fortune with you, and be a son to your mother.
+Will you, Eloise? I must call you that, and I ask
+you to be my wife. It is not so sudden as you may
+think," he continued, as he saw her look of surprise.
+"I do not show all I feel. I admired you from the
+first, but Jack seemed to be ahead, and I gave way
+to him, not understanding until within the last few
+days how much you were to me. I love you, and
+ask you again to be my wife."</p>
+
+<p>He had one of her hands in his, but it was cold
+and pulseless, and it seemed to him it told her answer
+before she said, very kindly, as if sorry to give
+him pain:</p>
+
+<p>"I believe you are my cousin, or, rather, my mother's,
+and I can esteem you as such, but I cannot be
+your wife."</p>
+
+<p>"Because you love Jack Harcourt, I suppose,"
+Howard said, a little bitterly, and Eloise replied, "I
+do not think we should bring Mr. Harcourt into the
+discussion. When he asks me to be his wife it will
+be time to know whether I love him or not. I cannot
+marry you."</p>
+
+<p>She arose to go, while Howard tried to detain her,
+feeling every moment how his love was growing for
+this girl who had so recently come into his life, and
+was crossing his path, as he had felt she would when
+he first heard of her from his uncle, and had promised
+to sound her as to her fitness for a teacher.
+There had been no need for that; his uncle was dead,
+and she was going from him, perhaps to return as a
+usurper.</p>
+
+<p>"Eloise," he said again, with more feeling in his
+voice than when he first spoke, "you must listen to
+me. I cannot give you up. I would rather lose
+Crompton, if it is mine, than to lose you."</p>
+
+<p>Rising to his feet, he took her face between his
+hands and kissed it passionately.</p>
+
+<p>"How dare you!" she said, wresting herself from
+him.</p>
+
+<p>"Because I dare! Jack may have the second
+kiss, but I have had the first," he replied. Then his
+manner changed, and he said, entreatingly, "Forgive
+me, Eloise, I was beside myself for a moment.
+Don't give me an answer now. Think of what I
+have said while you are gone, if you will go; and if
+you fail, remember this is your home and your mother's,
+just as much as it will be if you succeed. Promise
+me you will come back here whatever happens.
+You will come?"</p>
+
+<p>"For a time, yes; till I know what to do if I fail,"
+she replied.</p>
+
+<p>Then she went out and left him alone, to go again
+through the pigeon-holes and drawers and shelves
+he had been through so often and found nothing.</p>
+
+</div><!--end chapter-->
+
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<h2><a name="3CHAPTER_VI"></a>CHAPTER VI<br/>
+IN FLORIDA</h2>
+
+<p>The Boston train was steaming into the Central
+Station in New York, and Eloise was gathering up
+her satchels and wraps, and looking anxiously out
+into the deepening twilight, wondering if the cars
+would be gone from the Jersey side, and what she
+should do if they were. She had intended taking a
+train which reached New York earlier, but there was
+some mistake in her reading of the time-table, and
+now it was growing dark, and for a moment her
+courage began to fail her, and she half wished herself
+back in Crompton, where every one had been so
+kind to her, and where every one had looked upon
+the journey as useless, except the rector and Ruby.
+These had encouraged her to go, and Ruby had furnished
+the money and had been very hopeful, and
+told her there was nothing to fear even in New York,
+which Eloise dreaded the most. Howard had seen
+her to the train and got her seats in the parlor car,
+and said to her, as he had once before:</p>
+
+<p>"I'd like to offer you money, but you say you have
+enough."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, yes," Eloise answered; "more than enough.
+Ruby has been so kind."</p>
+
+<p>Then he said good-by, and went back to the house,
+which seemed empty and desolate.</p>
+
+<p>"I ought at least to have gone to New York with
+them, but that little girl is so proud and independent,
+I dare say she would not have let me," he said to
+himself, and all day his thoughts followed them,
+until by some clairvoyant process he seemed to see
+them at the station alone and afraid, just as for a
+short time Eloise was afraid and wished she had not
+come.</p>
+
+<p>Then, rallying, she said to herself, "This won't
+do. I must keep up," and she helped her mother
+from the car, and began to walk through the long
+station toward the street. Only half the distance
+had been gone over when a hand was laid upon her
+shoulder, and a voice which made her heart bound
+with delight, said to her, "Here you are! I was
+afraid I had missed you in the crowd."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, Mr. Harcourt, I am so glad! How did you
+know we were coming?" Eloise exclaimed, her
+gladness showing in her eyes and sounding in her
+voice.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, I knew," Jack answered, taking her satchel
+and wraps and umbrella from her, and giving his disengaged
+arm to her mother. "I have a friend at
+court who lets me know what is going to happen.
+It is Ruby. She telegraphed."</p>
+
+<p>Calling a carriage, which was evidently waiting for
+him, Jack put the ladies into it, attended to the baggage,
+and then sprang in himself. With him opposite
+her, Eloise felt no further responsibility. Everything
+would be right, she was sure, and it was. They
+were in time for the south-bound train, and after a
+word with the porter, were ushered into a drawing-room
+compartment, which Jack said was to be theirs
+during the long journey.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, I know," Eloise said. "It is large and comfortable,
+and away from the people, but I'm afraid
+it costs too much."</p>
+
+<p>"It's all right," Jack answered, beginning to remove
+Amy's jacket, with an air of being at home.</p>
+
+<p>Just then Eloise glanced from the window and saw
+they were moving.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, Mr. Harcourt!" she screamed. "We have
+started! You will be carried off! Do hurry!"</p>
+
+<p>She put both hands on his arm to force him from
+the room, while he laughed and said, "Did you
+think I would let you go to Florida alone? I am
+going with you. I have a section all to myself outside,
+where you can sit when you are tired in here.
+Are you sorry?"</p>
+
+<p>"Sorry!" she repeated. "I was never so glad
+in my life. But are you sure you ought to go? Is
+it right?"</p>
+
+<p>"You mean proper? Perfectly!" he answered.
+"Your mother is with us. Your friend Ruby knows
+I am going, and Mr. Mason, and Mrs. Biggs, and
+everybody else by this time. It's all right. Mrs.
+Grundy will approve."</p>
+
+<p>Eloise was too happy to care for Mrs. Grundy,
+and her happiness increased with every hour which
+brought her nearer to Florida, and she saw more
+and more how thoroughly kind and thoughtful Jack
+was. Sometimes he sat with her and her mother
+in the compartment he had engaged for them, but
+oftener when Amy was resting she sat with him in
+his section, planning what she was to do first when
+Florida was reached, and how she was to find Jakey.
+Jack knew exactly what to do, but he liked to listen
+to her and watch the expression of her face, which
+seemed to him to grow more beautiful every hour.
+On the last evening they were to be upon the road,
+she was sitting with him just before the car lamps
+were lighted, and he said to her, "Suppose you don't
+succeed? What will you do?"</p>
+
+<p>For a moment Eloise was silent; then she replied,
+"I shall take mother home to my grandmother's.
+I call her that still, although you know she is not
+really mine, but I love her just the same, and shall
+take care of her and mother. I can do it. Ruby
+will let me have the school, I am sure, if I ask her,
+but I couldn't take it from her now. I can get another
+somewhere, or if not a school, I can find something
+to do. I am not afraid of work."</p>
+
+<p>She was trying to be very brave, but there was a
+pathetic look in her face which moved Jack strangely.
+Her hands were lying in her lap, and taking the one
+nearest to him, he said, "Eloise, I'll tell you what
+you are going to do, whether you succeed or not.
+You are going to be my wife! Yes, my wife!"</p>
+
+<p>"Mr. Harcourt!" Eloise exclaimed, trying to
+withdraw her hand from him.</p>
+
+<p>But he only held it closer, while he said, "Don't
+Mr. Harcourt me! Call me Jack, and I shall know
+you assent. I think I have loved you ever since I
+saw you on the rostrum in Mayville,&mdash;at any rate,
+ever since that stormy night when you came near
+being killed. I did not mean to speak here in the
+car, but I am glad I have settled it."</p>
+
+<p>He was taking her consent for granted, and was
+squeezing her hand until she said involuntarily, "Oh,
+Jack, you hurt me!"</p>
+
+<p>Then he dropped it and, stooping, kissed her, saying,
+"I am answered. You have called me Jack.
+You are mine,&mdash;my little wife,&mdash;the dearest a man
+ever had."</p>
+
+<p>He kissed her again, while she whispered, "Oh,
+Jack, how can you, with all the people looking on?
+and it isn't very dark yet."</p>
+
+<p>"There are not many to look on, and they are in
+front of us, and I don't care if the whole world sees
+me," Jack replied, passing his arm around her and
+drawing her close to him.</p>
+
+<p>"You must not, right here in the car; besides that,
+I haven't told you I would," she said, making an
+effort to free herself from him, as the porter began to
+light the lamps.</p>
+
+<p>He was satisfied with her answer, and kept his arm
+around her in the face of the porter, who was too
+much accustomed to such scenes to pay any attention
+to this particular one. He had spotted them
+as lovers from the first and was not surprised, but
+when eleven o'clock came and every berth was made
+up except that of Jack, who still sat with Eloise beside
+him, loath to let her go, the negro grew uneasy and
+anxious to finish his night's work.</p>
+
+<p>"Sir," he said at last to Jack, "'scuse me, but you
+might move into the gentlemen's wash-room whiles
+I make up the berth; it's gwine on toward mornin'."</p>
+
+<p>In a flash Eloise sprang up, and without a word
+went to her mother, who was sleeping quietly, just
+as she had left her three hours before. A lurch of
+the train awoke her, and, kneeling beside her, Eloise
+said to her, "Mr. Harcourt has asked me to be his
+wife. Are you glad?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, daughter, very glad. Are we in Florida?"
+Amy replied.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, mother, and before long we shall reach
+your old home and Jakey," was Eloise's answer, as
+she kissed her mother good-night and sought her
+own pillow to think of the great happiness which
+had come to her in Jack Harcourt's love, and which
+would compensate for any disappointment there
+might be in store for her.</p>
+
+</div><!--end chapter-->
+
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<h2><a name="3CHAPTER_VII"></a>CHAPTER VII<br/>
+IN THE PALMETTO CLEARING</h2>
+
+<p>There were not many guests at the Brock House
+as the season had not fully opened, and Jack had no
+trouble to find rooms for the ladies and himself.
+Amy's was in front, looking upon the St. John's,
+which here spreads out into Lake Monroe. She had
+had glimpses of the river from the railway car, but
+had not seen it as distinctly as now, when she stood
+by the window with an expression on her face as if
+she were thinking of the past, before her reason was
+clouded.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, the river!&mdash;the beautiful river!" she said.
+"It brings things back,&mdash;the boat I went in; not like
+that," and she pointed to a large, handsome steamboat
+lying at the wharf. "Not like that. What was
+its name?"</p>
+
+<p>Jack, who was in the room, and who had read Mr.
+Mason's letter to his son, suggested, "The 'Hatty'?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, the 'Hatty'!" Amy said. "Strange, I remember
+it when I have forgotten so much. And he
+was with me,&mdash;my father. Wasn't he my father?"</p>
+
+<p>She looked at Eloise, who answered promptly,
+"Yes, he was your father."</p>
+
+<p>"I thought so. He said I was to call him so,"
+Amy went on, more to herself than to Eloise. "I
+didn't always, he was so cold and proud and hard
+with me, but he was kind at the last, and he is dead,
+and this is Florida, where the oranges and palm trees
+grow. They are there,&mdash;see!" and she pointed to
+the right, where a tall palm tree raised its head above
+an orange grove below.</p>
+
+<p>She was beginning to remember, and Eloise and
+Jack kept silent while she went on: "And we are here
+to find my mother and Jakey."</p>
+
+<p>She looked again at Eloise, who answered her:
+"To find Jakey,&mdash;yes; and to-morrow we shall see
+him. To-night you must rest."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, rest to-night, and to-morrow go to Jakey,"
+Amy replied, submissive as a little child to whatever
+Eloise bade her do.</p>
+
+<p>She was very tired, and slept soundly without once
+waking, and her first question in the morning was,
+"Is it to-morrow, and are we in Florida?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, dearest, we are in Florida, and going to find
+Jakey," was Eloise's reply, as she kissed her mother's
+face, and thought how young and fair it was still,
+with scarcely a line upon it.</p>
+
+<p>Only the eyes and the droop of the mouth showed
+signs of past suffering, and these were passing away
+with a renewal of old scenes and memories. Jack
+had found the Rev. Mr. Mason, who received him
+cordially.</p>
+
+<p>"I was expecting you," he said. "A telegram
+from my son told me you were on the way. I have
+not seen Jake, as it was only yesterday I had the
+despatch. I have one piece of news, however, for
+which I am sorry. Elder Covil died in Virginia
+soon after the war, and nothing can be learned from
+him."</p>
+
+<p>Jack was greatly disappointed. His hope had
+been to find Elder Covil, if living, or some trace of
+him, and that was swept away; but he would not tell
+Eloise. She was all eagerness and excitement, and
+was ready soon after breakfast for the drive to the
+palmetto clearing, and Amy seemed almost as excited
+and eager. Born amid palms and orange trees,
+and magnolias and negroes, the sight of them
+brought back the past in a misty kind of way, which
+was constantly clearing as Eloise helped her to remember.
+Of Mr. Mason she of course had no
+recollection, and shrank from him when presented
+to him. He did not tell her he had buried her
+mother. He only said he knew Jakey, and was
+going to take her to him, and they were soon on
+their way. The road was very different from the one
+over which he had been driven behind the white
+mule, and there were marks of improvement everywhere,&mdash;gardens
+and fields and cabins with little
+negroes swarming around the doors, and these, with
+the palm trees and the orange trees, helped to revive
+Amy's memories of the time when she played
+with the little darkys among the dwarf palmettos
+and ate oranges in the groves.</p>
+
+<p>In the doorway of one of the small houses a colored
+woman was standing, looking at the carriage as it
+passed. Recognizing Mr. Mason, she gave him a
+hearty "How d'ye, Mas'r Mason?" to which he responded
+without telling his companions that it was
+Mandy Ann. He wished Amy to see Jake first.</p>
+
+<p>"Here we are," he said at last. "This is the
+clearing; this is the house, and there is Jake himself."</p>
+
+<p>He pointed to a negro in the distance, and to a
+small house,&mdash;half log and half frame, for Jake had
+added to and improved it within a few years.</p>
+
+<p>"I'se gwine to make it 'spectable, so she won't be
+'shamed if she ever comes back to see whar she was
+bawn," he had thought, and to him it seemed almost
+palatial, with its addition, which he called a "linter,"
+and which consisted of a large room furnished with
+a most heterogeneous mass of articles gathered here
+and there as he could afford them.</p>
+
+<p>Conspicuous in one corner was "lil Dory's cradle,"
+which had been painted red, with a lettering in white
+on one side of it, "In memory of lil chile Dory."
+This he had placed in what he called the parlor that
+morning, after dusting it carefully and putting a fresh
+pillow case on the scanty pillow where Amy's head
+had lain. He was thinking of her and wondering he
+did not hear from the Colonel, when the sound of
+carriage wheels made him look up and start for his
+house. Mr. Mason was the first to alight; then Jack;
+then Eloise; and then Amy, whose senses for a moment
+left her entirely.</p>
+
+<p>"What is it? Where are we?" she said, pressing
+her hands to her forehead.</p>
+
+<p>Evidently the place did not impress her, except as
+something strange.</p>
+
+<p>"Let's go!" she whispered to Eloise. "We've
+nothing to do here; let's go back to the oranges and
+palmettos."</p>
+
+<p>"But, mother, Jakey is here!" Eloise replied, her
+eyes fixed upon the old man to whom Mr. Mason had
+been explaining, and whose "Bress de Lawd. I feels
+like havin' de pow', ef I b'lieved in it," she heard distinctly.</p>
+
+<p>Then he came rapidly toward them, and she could
+see the tears on his black face, which was working
+nervously.</p>
+
+<p>"Miss Dory! Miss Dory! 'Tain't you! Oh, de
+Lawd,&mdash;so growed,&mdash;so changed! Is it you for
+shu'?" he said, stretching his hands toward Amy,
+who drew closer to Eloise.</p>
+
+<p>"Go gently, Jake; gently! Remember her mind
+is weak," Mr. Mason said.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, sar. I 'members de Harris's mind mostly
+was weak. Ole Miss didn't know nuffin', an' Miss
+Dory was a little quar, an' dis po' chile is like 'em,"
+was Jake's reply, which brought a deep flush to
+Eloise's face.</p>
+
+<p>She had felt her cheeks burning all the time she
+had been looking round on her mother's home,
+wondering what Jack would think of it. At Jake's
+mention of the Harrises she glanced at him so appealingly,
+that for answer he put his arm around her
+and whispered, "Keep up, darling, I see your mother
+is waking up."</p>
+
+<p>Jake had taken one of her hands, and was looking
+in her face as if he would find some trace of the "lil
+chile Dory" who left him years ago. And she was
+scanning him, not quite as if she knew him, but with
+a puzzled, uncertain manner, in which there was now
+no fear.</p>
+
+<p>"Doan' you know me, Miss Dory? I'm Shaky,&mdash;ole
+Shaky,&mdash;what use' to play b'ar wid you, an' tote
+you on his back," he said to her.</p>
+
+<p>"I think I do. Yes. Where's Mandy Ann?"
+Amy asked.</p>
+
+<p>"She 'members,&mdash;she does!" Jake cried, excitedly.
+"Mandy Ann was de nuss girl what looked
+after her an' ole Miss." Then to Amy he said,
+"Mandy Ann's done grow'd like you, an' got chillen
+as big as you. Twins, four on 'em, as was christened
+in your gown. Come into de house. You'll member
+then. Come inter de gret room, but fust wait
+a minit. I seen a boy out dar,&mdash;Aaron,&mdash;one of
+Mandy Ann's twins, an' I'se gwine to sen' for Mandy
+Ann.</p>
+
+<p>"Hello, you flat-footed chap!" he called. "Make
+tracks home the fastest you ever did, an' tell yer
+mother to come quick, 'case lil Miss Dory's hyar.
+Run, I say."</p>
+
+<p>The boy Aaron started, and Jake led the way to
+the door of the "gret room," which he threw open
+with an air of pride.</p>
+
+<p>"Walk in, gemmen an' ladies, walk in," he said,
+holding Amy's hand.</p>
+
+<p>They walked in, and he led Amy to a lounge and
+sat down beside her, close to the red cradle, to which
+he called her attention.</p>
+
+<p>"Doan' you 'member it, Miss Dory?" he said,
+giving it a jog. "I use' ter rock yer to sleep wid
+you kickin' yer heels an' doublin' yer fists, an' callin'
+me ole fool, an' I singin':</p>
+
+<p class="poem">
+"'Lil chile Dory, Shaky's lil lam',<br />
+Mudder's gone to heaven,<br />
+Shaky leff behime<br />
+To care for lil chile Dory, Shaky's lil lam'.'
+</p>
+
+<p>Doan' you 'member it, honey,&mdash;an' doan' you member
+me? I'm Shaky,&mdash;I is."</p>
+
+<p>There was a touching pathos in Jakey's voice as
+he sang, and it was intensified when he asked, "Doan'
+you 'member me, honey?"</p>
+
+<p>Both Mr. Mason and Jack turned their heads aside
+to hide the moisture in their eyes, while Eloise's tears
+fell fast as she watched the strange pair,&mdash;the wrinkled
+old negro and the white-faced woman, in whom
+a wonderful transformation seemed to be taking
+place. With the first sound of the weird melody
+and the words "Lil chile Dory, Shaky's lil lam'," she
+leaned forward and seemed to be either listening
+intently or trying to recall something which came
+and went, and which she threw out her hands to retain.
+As the singing went on the expression of her
+face changed from one of painful thought to one of
+perfect peace and quiet, and when it ceased and
+Jakey appealed lo her memory, she answered him,
+"Yes, Shaky, I remember." Then to Eloise she
+said, "The lullaby of my childhood, which has rung
+in my ears for years. He used to want me to sing
+a negro melody to the people, and said it made them
+cry. That's because I wanted to cry, as I do now,
+and can't. I believe I must have sung it that last
+night in Los Angeles before everything grew dark."</p>
+
+<p>Moving closer to Jakey she laid her head upon his
+arm and whispered to him, "Sing it again, Shaky.
+The tightness across the top of my head is giving
+way. It has ached so long."</p>
+
+<p>Jake began the song again, his voice more tremulous
+than before, while Amy's hands tightened on
+his arm, and her head sank lower on his breast. As
+he sang he jogged the cradle with one foot, and kept
+time with the other and a swaying motion of his
+body, which brought Amy almost across his lap.
+When she lifted up her head there were tears in her
+eyes, and they ran at last like rivers down her cheeks,
+while a storm of hysterical sobs shook her frame and
+brought Eloise to her.</p>
+
+<p>"Don't cry so," she said. "You frighten me."</p>
+
+<p>Amy put her aside, and answered, "I must cry; it
+cools my brain. There are oceans yet to come,&mdash;all
+the pent-up tears of the years&mdash;since he told me you
+were dead. I am so glad to cry."</p>
+
+<p>For some moments she wept on, until Jakey began
+to soothe her with his "Doan' cry no mo', honey.
+Summat has done happened you bad, but it's done
+gone now, an' we're all here,&mdash;me an' I do' know
+her name, but she's you uns, an' Mas'r Mason an' de
+oder gemman. We're all here, an' de light is breakin'.
+Doan' you feel it, honey?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, I feel it," she said, lifting up her head and
+wiping away her tears. "The light is breaking; my
+head is better. This is the old home. How did we
+get here?"</p>
+
+<p>Her mind was misty still, but Eloise felt a crisis
+was past, and that in time the films which had clouded
+her mother's brain would clear away, not wholly,
+perhaps, for she was a Harris, and "all the Harrises,"
+Jake said, "were quar." She was very quiet now,
+and listened as they talked, but could recall nothing
+of her mother or the funeral, which Mr. Mason
+had attended. She seemed very tired, and at Eloise's
+suggestion lay clown upon the lounge and soon fell
+asleep, while Jack put question after question to Jake,
+hoping some light would be thrown upon the mystery
+they had come to unravel.</p>
+
+</div><!--end chapter-->
+
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<h2><a name="3CHAPTER_VIII"></a>CHAPTER VIII<br/>
+THE LITTLE HAIR TRUNK</h2>
+
+<p>Jake could tell them but little more than he had
+told Mr. Mason on a former visit. This he repeated
+with some additions, while Eloise listened, sometimes
+with indignation at Col. Crompton, and sometimes
+with shame and a thought as to what Jack
+would think of it. Her mother's family history was
+being unrolled before her, and she did not like it.
+There was proud blood in her veins, and she felt it
+coming to the surface and rebelling against the family
+tree of which she was a branch,&mdash;the Harrises, the
+Crackers, and, more than all, the uncertainty as to
+her mother's legitimacy, which she began to fear
+must remain an uncertainty. It was not a very desirable
+ancestry, and she glanced timidly at Jack to
+see how he was taking it. His face was very placid
+and unmoved as he questioned Jake of the relatives
+in Georgia, whom Amy's mother had visited.</p>
+
+<p>"We must find them," he said. "Do you know
+anything of them? Were they Harrises, or what?"</p>
+
+<p>Jake said they were "Browns an' Crackers; not
+the real no 'counts. Thar's a difference, an' I'm shu'
+ole Miss Lucy was fust class, 'case Miss Dory was a
+lady bawn."</p>
+
+<p>"Are there no papers anywhere to tell us who they
+were?" Jack asked, and Jake replied, "Thar's papers
+in de little har trunk whar I keeps de writin' book
+Miss Dory used, an' de book she read in to learn,
+but dem's no 'count. Some receipts an' bills an'
+some letters ole Mas'r Harris writ to Miss Lucy 'fo'
+they was married,&mdash;love letters, in course, which I
+seen Miss Dory tie up wid a white ribbon. I've
+never opened dem, 'case it didn't seem fittin' like to
+read what a boy writ to a gal."</p>
+
+<p>"Why, Jake," Jack exclaimed, "don't you see
+those letters may tell us where Miss Lucy lived in
+Georgia? and that is probably where Miss Dory visited.
+Bring us the trunk."</p>
+
+<p>"'Clar for't. I never thought of that," Jake said,
+rising with alacrity and going into the room where
+he slept.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Mason, too, stepped out for a few moments,
+leaving Eloise alone with Jack. Now was her time,
+and, going up to him, she said, "Jack, I want to tell
+you now, you mustn't marry me!"</p>
+
+<p>"Mustn't marry you!" Jack repeated. "Are you
+crazy?"</p>
+
+<p>"Not yet," Eloise answered with a sob, "but I
+may be in time, or queer, like all the Harrises,&mdash;mother
+and her mother and 'old Miss.' We are all
+Harrises, and,&mdash;and,&mdash;oh, Jack, I know what a
+Cracker is now; mother is one; I am one, and it is
+all so dreadful; and mother nobody, perhaps. I
+can't bear it, and you must not marry me."</p>
+
+<p>"I shall marry you," Jack said, folding her in his
+arms. "Do you think I care who your family are,
+or how queer they are? You'll never be queer. I'll
+shield you so carefully from every care that you can't
+even spell the word."</p>
+
+<p>He took her hands and made her look at him,
+while he kissed her lips and said, "It is you I want,
+with all the Harrises and Crackers in Christendom
+thrown in, if necessary. Are you satisfied?"</p>
+
+<p>He knew she was, and was kissing her again when
+Jake appeared with the trunk, which he said had held
+Miss Dory's clothes when she went to Georgia.
+There was a musty odor about it when he opened it,
+and the few papers inside were yellow with age.</p>
+
+<p>"Dis yer is de reader Miss Dory use' to go over
+so much," Jake said, handing the book to Eloise, who
+turned its worn pages reverently, as if touching the
+hands of the dead girl, who, Jake said, "had rassled
+with the big words an' de no 'count pieces. She
+liked de po'try, an' got by heart 'bout de boy on de
+burnin' deck, but de breakin' waves floo'd her, 'case
+'twan't no story like Cassy-by-anker."</p>
+
+<p>He pointed the latter poem out to Eloise, who
+said, "Will you give me this book?"</p>
+
+<p>Jake hesitated before he replied, "He wanted it,
+the Colonel, an' I tole him no, but you're different.
+I'll think about it."</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Mason had returned by this time, and with
+Jack was looking at the bundle of letters tied with
+a satin ribbon which Jake said Miss Dory had taken
+from her white dress, the one he believed she was
+married in, as it was her bestest. There were four
+letters and a paper which did not seem to be a letter,
+and which slipped to the floor at Eloise's feet as
+Jack untied the ribbon. There was also a small envelope
+containing a card with "James Crompton"
+upon it, the one Mandy Ann had carried her mistress
+on a china plate, and which poor Dora had kept
+as a souvenir of that visit. With the card were the remains
+of what must have been a beautiful rose. The
+petals were brown and crumbling to dust, but still
+gave out a faint perfume, which Eloise detected.
+While she was looking at these mementos of a past,
+Jack was running his eyes over the almost illegible
+directions on the letters, making out "Miss Lucy
+Brown, Atlanta, Ga."</p>
+
+<p>"That doesn't help us much," he said to Mr. Mason.
+"Brown is a common name, and the Atlanta
+before the war was not like the Atlanta of to-day."</p>
+
+<p>"Perhaps something inside will give a cue," Mr.
+Mason suggested, and Jack opened one of the letters
+carefully, for it was nearly torn apart.</p>
+
+<p>The spelling was bad and the writing was bad, but
+it rang true with a young man's love for the girl of his
+choice, and it seemed to Jack like sacrilege to read
+it. Very hurriedly he went through the four letters,
+finding nothing to guide him but "Atlanta," and a
+few names of people who must have been living in
+the vicinity.</p>
+
+<p>"Here's another," Eloise said, passing him the
+paper which she had picked from the floor.</p>
+
+<p>Jack took it, and opening it, glanced at the contents.
+Then, with a cry of "Eureka!" he began a
+sort of pirouette, while Eloise and Mr. Mason wondered
+if he, too, had gone quar, like the Harrises.</p>
+
+<p>"It's the marriage certificate," he said, sobering
+down at last, and reading aloud that at the Hardy
+Plantation, Fulton County, Georgia, on December&mdash;,
+18&mdash;, the Rev. John Covil united in marriage
+James Crompton, of Troutburg, Massachusetts, and
+Miss Eudora Harris, of Volucia County, Florida.</p>
+
+<p>Upon no one did the finding of this certificate produce
+so miraculous an effect as upon Jake.</p>
+
+<p>"Fo' de Lawd!" he exclaimed, "I feels as if I mus'
+have de pow',&mdash;what I hain't had since I jined de
+'Piscopals. To think dat ar was lyin' in thar all dis
+time, an' I not know it. I 'members now dat Elder
+Covil comed hyar oncet after the lil chile was bawn,
+to see Miss Dory, an' I seen him write a paper an'
+give it to her, an' she put it in her bosom. I axed
+no questions, but I know now 'twas this. The Cunnel
+tole her not to tell, an' if she said she wouldn't,
+she wouldn't. Dat's like de Harrises,&mdash;dey's mighty
+quar, stickin' to dar word till they die like that Cassy-by-anker
+on de burnin' ship. Glory to God, glory!
+I mus' shout, I mus' hurrah. Glory!"</p>
+
+<p>He went careering round the room like one mad,
+knocking over a chair, waking up Amy, and bringing
+her to the scene of action.</p>
+
+<p>"Bress de Lawd!" he said, taking her by the arm
+and giving her a whirl, "we've done foun' your mudder's
+stifficut in de letters whar she put it an' tied
+'em wid her weddin' ribbon. Glory hollerluyer!"</p>
+
+<p>Amy looked frightened, and when Eloise explained
+to her she did not seem as much impressed
+as the others. Her mind had grasped Jake and the
+old home, and could not then take in much more.
+Still, in a way she understood, and when Eloise said
+to her, "Col. Crompton was really your father,&mdash;married
+to your mother,&mdash;and you were Amy
+Crompton, and not Harris," she said, "I am glad,
+and wish he knew. He used to taunt me with my
+low birth and call me a Cracker. When are we
+going home?"</p>
+
+<p>Her mind had reverted at once to Crompton Place,
+now hers in reality, although she probably did not
+think of that.</p>
+
+<p>"I am very glad, and congratulate you that
+Crompton Place is your home without a doubt,"
+Jack said to her. Then, turning to Eloise, he continued,
+in a low tone, "I can't tell you how glad I
+am for you, provided you don't feel so high and
+mighty that you want to cast me off."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, Jack," Eloise replied, "don't talk such nonsense.
+I am still of the Harris blood and part
+Cracker, and maybe quar. If you can stand that I
+think I can stand you."</p>
+
+<p>At this point there was the sound of hurrying feet
+outside, and a woman's voice was heard saying,
+"Now, mind your manners, or you'll cotch it." Then
+four woolly heads were thrust in at the door and with
+them was Mandy Ann.</p>
+
+<p>"Hyar she comes wid de fo' twins," Jake said,
+going forward to meet her. "Mandy Ann," he began,
+"hyar's de lil chile Dory. Miss Amy they done
+call her. Would you know'd her?"</p>
+
+<p>"Know'd her? I reckon so,&mdash;anywhar in de
+dark. Praise de Lawd, an' now let His servant 'part
+in peace, 'case my eyes has seen de lil chile oncet
+mo'," Mandy Ann exclaimed, going up to Amy and
+putting her hands on her shoulders.</p>
+
+<p>"She's 'peatin' some o' de chant in de Pra'r Book.
+Mandy Ann is mighty pious, she is," Jake said in a
+low tone, while Amy drew back a little, and looked
+timidly at the tall negress calling her lil chile Dory.</p>
+
+<p>"Mandy Ann wasn't so big," she said, turning to
+the twins, Alex and Aaron, Judy and Dory, who
+brought the past back more vividly when Mandy
+Ann was about their size.</p>
+
+<p>A look of inquiry passed from Mandy Ann to Jake,
+who touched his forehead, while Mandy whispered,
+"Quar, like ole Miss an' all of 'em. Oh, de pity of
+it! What happened her?" Then to Amy she said,
+with all the motherhood of her ten children in her
+voice, "Doan' you 'member me, Mandy Ann, what
+use' to dress you in de mornin', an' comb yer har, an'
+wass yer face?"</p>
+
+<p>"Up, instead of down," Amy said quickly, while
+everybody laughed instead of herself.</p>
+
+<p>"To be shu'," Mandy Ann rejoined. "I reckon I
+did sometimes wass up 'sted of down. I couldn't
+help it, 'case you's gen'rally pullin' an' haulin' an'
+kickin' me to git away, but you 'members me, an'
+Judy, wid dis kind of face?"</p>
+
+<p>She touched her eyes and nose and mouth to show
+where Judy's features were marked with ink, and
+then Amy laughed, and as if the mention of Judy
+took her back to the vernacular of her childhood,
+she said, "Oh, yes, I done 'members Judy. Whar is
+she?"</p>
+
+<p>This lapse of her mother into negro dialect was
+more dreadful to Eloise than anything which had
+gone before, but Mr. Mason, who read her concern
+in her face, said to her, "It's all right, and shows she
+is taking up the tangled threads."</p>
+
+<p>No one present knew of Judy's sale at the Rummage,
+and no one could reply to the question, "Whar
+is she?" Amy forgot it in a moment in her interest
+in the twins, whom Mandy presented one after
+another, saying, "I've six mo' grow'd up, some on
+'em, an' one is married, 'case I'se old,&mdash;I'se fifty-three,
+an' you's about forty."</p>
+
+<p>To this Amy paid no attention. She was still absorbed
+with the twins, who, Mandy Ann told her,
+had worn her white frock at their christening.
+Mandy Ann had not yet heard of the finding of the
+marriage certificate, and when Jake told her she did
+not seem greatly surprised.</p>
+
+<p>"I allus knew she was married, without a stifficut,"
+she said. "I b'lieved it the fust time he come befo'
+lil Miss Dory was bawn."</p>
+
+<p>"Tell me about his coming," Eloise said, and
+Mandy Ann, who liked nothing better than to talk,
+began at the beginning, and told every particular of
+the first visit, when Miss Dora wore the white gown
+she was married in and buried in, and the rose on
+her bosom. "And you think this is it?" Eloise
+asked, holding carefully in a bit of paper the ashes
+of what had once been a rose.</p>
+
+<p>"I 'clar for't, yes," Mandy said, "I seen her put
+it somewhar with the card he done gin me. You'se
+found it?"</p>
+
+<p>Eloise nodded and held fast to the relics of a past
+which in this way was linking itself to the present.
+"Tell us of the second time, when he took mother,"
+Eloise suggested, and here Mandy Ann was very
+eloquent, describing everything in detail, repeating
+much which Jake had told, telling of the ring,&mdash;a real
+stone, sent her from Savannah, and which she had
+given her daughter as it was too small for her now.
+From a drawer in the chamber above she brought a
+little white dress, stiff with starch and yellow and
+tender with time, which she said "lil Miss Dory wore
+when she first saw her father."</p>
+
+<p>This Eloise seized at once, saying, "You will let
+me have it as something which belonged to mother
+far back."</p>
+
+<p>Mandy Ann looked doubtful. There would probably
+be grandchildren, and Jake's scruples might be
+overcome and the white gown do duty again as a
+christening robe. But Jake spoke up promptly.</p>
+
+<p>"In course it's your'n, an' de book, too, if you
+wants it, though it's like takin' a piece of de ole times.
+Strange Miss Dora don't pay no 'tention, but is so
+wropp'd up in dem twins. 'Specs it seems like when
+de little darkys use' to play wid her," he continued,
+looking at Amy, who, if she heard what Mandy Ann
+was saying, gave no sign, but seemed, as Jake said,
+"wropp'd up" in the twins.</p>
+
+<p>There was not much more for Mandy Ann to tell
+of the Colonel, except to speak of the money he had
+sent to her and Jake, proving that he was not "the
+wustest man in the world, if she did cuss him kneeling
+on Miss Dory's grave the night after the burial."
+She spoke of that and of "ole Miss Thomas, who was
+the last to <i>gin in</i>," and wouldn't have done it then but
+for the ring on her finger. At this point Jake, who
+thought she had told enough, said to her, "Hole
+on a spell. Your tongue is like a mill wheel when
+it starts. Thar's some things you or'to keep to your
+self. Ole man Crompton is dead, an' God is takin'
+keer of him. He knows all the good thar was at the
+last, an' I 'specs thar was a heap."</p>
+
+<p>By this time Amy had tired of the twins, who had
+fingered her rings and buttons, and stroked her dress
+and hair, and called her a pretty lady, and asked her
+on the sly for a nickel. She was getting restless,
+when Jakey said, "If you'd like to see your mudder's
+grave, come wid me."</p>
+
+<p>From the house to the enclosure where the Harrises
+were buried he had made a narrow road, beside
+which eucalyptus trees and oleanders were growing,
+and along this walk the party followed him to Eudora's
+grave.</p>
+
+<p>"I can have 'Crompton' put hyar now that I am
+shu'," Jake said, pointing to the vacant space after
+Eudora. "I wish dar was room for 'belobed wife
+of Cunnel Crompton.' I reckons, though, she wasn't
+'belobed,' or why was he so dogon mean to her?" he
+added, kneeling by the grave and picking a dead leaf
+and bud which his quick eye had detected amid the
+bloom. "Couldn't you done drap a tear 'case your
+mother is lyin' here?" he said to Amy, who shook
+her head.</p>
+
+<p>The dead mother was not as real to her as the living
+Jake, to whom she said, "As you talk to me I
+remember something of her, and people making a
+noise. But it is long ago, and much has happened
+since. I can't cry. Is it wrong?"</p>
+
+<p>She looked at Eloise, who replied, "No, darling;
+you have cried enough for one day. Some time we
+will come here again, and you'll remember more.
+Let us go."</p>
+
+<p>"What is your plan now?" Mr. Mason asked Jack
+when, after a half hour spent with Jake, they were
+driving back to the Brock House.</p>
+
+<p>"I have been thinking," Jack replied, "that I will
+leave the ladies for a few days at the hotel, while I go
+to Palatka and Atlanta, and see if anything can be
+learned of the Browns, or Harrises, or the Hardy
+plantation, where the marriage took place. I wish
+to get all the facts I can, although the certificate
+should be sufficient to establish Mrs. Amy's right to
+the estate. I don't think she realizes her position,
+as heir to the finest property in Crompton."</p>
+
+<p>She didn't realize it at all, but was very willing to
+stay at the Brock House with Eloise, while Jack went
+to Palatka and Atlanta to see what he could find. It
+was not much. Tom Hardy had been killed in the
+war, and had left no family. This he was told in
+Palatka. In Atlanta he learned that before the war
+there had been a plantation near the city owned by
+a Hardy family, all of whom were dead or had disappeared.
+There were Browns in plenty in the Directory,
+and Jack saw them all, but none had any connection
+with the Harrises. At last he struck an old
+negress, who had belonged to the Hardys, and who
+remembered a double wedding at the plantation years
+before, and who said that an Andrew Jackson Brown,
+who must have been present, as he was a son of the
+house, was living in Boston, and was a conductor of
+a street car. With this information as the result of
+his search Jack went back to Enterprise, where he
+found Amy greatly improved in mind and body.
+Every day Jake and Mandy Ann had been to see her,
+or with Eloise she had driven to the clearing, where
+her dormant faculties continued to awaken with the
+familiar objects of her childhood. Many people and
+much talking still bewildered her, and her memory
+was treacherous on many points, but to a stranger
+who knew nothing of her history she seemed a quiet,
+sane woman, "not a bit quar," Eloise said to Jack as
+she welcomed him back. "And I believe she will
+continue to improve when we get her home, away
+from the people who talk to her so much and confuse
+her. When can we go?"</p>
+
+<p>"To-morrow, if you like," Jack said, and the next
+day they left Enterprise, after bidding an affectionate
+good-by to Mandy Ann, with whom they left a substantial
+remembrance of their visit.</p>
+
+<p>Amy would have liked to take the twins with her,
+but Eloise said, "Not yet, mother; wait and see, and
+perhaps they will all come later."</p>
+
+<p>It was sure that Jakey was to follow them soon
+and spend as much time with them as he pleased.</p>
+
+<p>"Stay always, if you will. We owe you everything,"
+Eloise said to him, when at parting he stood
+on the platform with his "God bress you, Mas'r Harcourt
+an' Miss Amy, an' Miss t'other one," until the
+train was out of sight.</p>
+
+<p>They made the journey by easy stages, for Amy
+was worn with excitement, and it was a week after
+leaving Florida when a telegram was received at the
+Crompton House saying they would arrive that evening.</p>
+
+</div><!--end chapter-->
+
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<h2><a name="3CHAPTER_IX"></a>CHAPTER IX<br/>
+WHAT HOWARD FOUND</h2>
+
+<p>Jack had sent Howard a postal on the road to
+Florida, and a few lines from Enterprise on the day
+of their arrival. Since that time he had been so busy
+that he had failed to write, thinking he could tell
+the news so much better, and Howard argued from
+his silence that the errand had been unsuccessful.
+Crompton Place was undoubtedly his, and still he
+had not been altogether happy in his r&ocirc;le as heir.
+The servants had been very respectful; people had
+treated him with deference; trades-people had sought
+his patronage; subscription papers had poured in
+upon him from all quarters, and in many ways he
+was made to feel that he was really Crompton of
+Crompton, with a prospective income of many thousands.
+He had gone over his uncle's papers, and
+knew exactly what he was worth, and when his dividends
+and rents were due. He was a rich man, unless
+they found something unexpected in Florida, and he
+did not believe they would. It seemed impossible
+that if there were a marriage it should have been kept
+secret so long. "My uncle would certainly have told
+it at the last and not left a stain on Amy," he said
+to himself again and again, and nearly succeeded in
+making himself believe that he had a right to be
+where he was,&mdash;his uncle's heir and head of the
+house. Why no provision was made for Amy he
+could not imagine. "But it will make no difference,"
+he said; "I shall provide for her and Eloise."</p>
+
+<p>At the thought of her his heart gave a great throb,
+for she was dearer to him than he had supposed. "I
+believe I'd give up Crompton if I could win her," he
+thought, "but that cannot be; Jack is the lucky fellow,"
+and then he began to calculate how much he
+would give Amy out and out. "She can live here,
+of course, if she will, but she must have something
+of her own. Will twenty thousand be enough, or
+too much?" he said, and from the sum total of the
+estate he subtracted twenty thousand dollars, with
+so large a remainder that he decided to give her that
+amount in bonds and mortgages, which would cause
+her as little trouble as possible. There were some
+government bonds in a private drawer, through
+which he had searched for a will. He would have
+a look at them and see which were the more desirable
+for Amy. He had been through that drawer
+three or four times, and there was no thought of the
+will now as he opened it, wondering that it came so
+hard, as if something were binding on the top or
+side. It shut harder, or, rather, it didn't shut at all,
+and with a jerk he pulled it out to see what was the
+matter. As he did so a folded sheet of foolscap,
+which had been lodged between the drawer and the
+side of the desk, fell to the floor. With a presentiment
+of the truth Howard took it up and read, "THE
+LAST WILL AND CONFESSION OF JAMES CROMPTON!"</p>
+
+<p>It had come at last, and, unfolding the sheet, Howard
+began to read, glancing first at the date, which
+was a few weeks after Amy came from California.</p>
+
+<p>"KNOW ALL MEN BY THESE PRESENTS," it began,
+"that I, JAMES CROMPTON, am a coward and a sneak
+and a villain, and have lived a lie for forty years,
+hiding a secret I was too proud to divulge at first,
+and which grew harder and harder to tell as time
+went on and people held me so high as the soul of
+honor and rectitude. Honor! There isn't a hair
+of it on my head! I broke the heart of an innocent
+girl, and left her to die alone. AMY EUDORA SMITH
+is my own daughter, the lawful child of my marriage
+with EUDORA HARRIS, which took place December&mdash;,
+18&mdash;, on the Hardy Plantation, Fulton County,
+in Georgia, several miles from Atlanta."</p>
+
+<p>Up to this point Howard had been standing, but
+now the floor seemed to rise up and strike him in the
+face. Sitting down in the nearest chair, he breathed
+hard for a moment, and then went on with what the
+Colonel called his CONFESSION, which he had not had
+courage to make verbally while living.</p>
+
+<p>When in college he had for his room-mate Tom
+Hardy from Atlanta. The two were fast friends,
+and when the Colonel was invited to visit Georgia
+he did so gladly. Some miles from the town was the
+plantation owned by the Hardys. This the Colonel
+visited in company with his friend. A small log-house
+on a part of the farm was rented to a Mr.
+Brown, a perfectly respectable man, but ignorant
+and coarse. His family consisted of himself and
+wife and son, and daughter Mary, a pretty girl of
+twenty, and a cousin from Florida, Eudora Harris,
+a beautiful girl of sixteen, wholly uneducated and
+shy as a bird. There was about her a wonderful
+fascination for the Colonel, who went with his friend
+several times to the Brown's, and mixed with them
+familiarly for the sake of the girl whose eyes welcomed
+him so gladly, and in which he at last read
+unmistakable signs of love for himself, while the
+broad jokes of her friends warned him of his danger.
+Then his calls ceased, for nothing was further from
+his thought than marriage with Eudora. At last
+there came to him and Tom a badly written and
+spelled invitation to Mary's wedding, which was to
+take place on the afternoon of the nineteenth day of
+December, 18&mdash;.</p>
+
+<p>"Let's go; there'll be no end of fun," Tom said,
+but when the day came he was ill in bed with influenza,
+and the Colonel went without him, reaching the
+house just as the family were taking a hasty lunch,
+preparatory to the feast which was to follow the wedding.</p>
+
+<p>"I sat down with them," the Colonel wrote, "and
+made myself one of them, and drank vile whiskey
+and home-made wine until my head began to feel as
+big as two heads, and I do not think I knew what I
+was about. As bad luck would have it, the man who
+was to stand with Eudora as groomsman failed to
+come, and I was asked to take his place.</p>
+
+<p>"'Certainly, I am ready for anything,' I said, and
+my voice sounded husky and unnatural, and I wondered
+what ailed me.</p>
+
+<p>"'Then, s'posin' you and Dory get spliced, and
+we'll have a double weddin'. You have sparked it
+long enough, and we don't stand foolin' here,' Mr.
+Brown said to me, in a half-laughing, half-threatening
+tone.</p>
+
+<p>"I looked at Eudora, and her beautiful eyes were
+shining upon me with a look which made my pulses
+quicken as they never had before. I don't know
+what demon possessed me, unless it were the demon
+of the whiskey punch, of which I had drank far too
+much, and which prompted me to say, 'All right, if
+Eudora is willing.'</p>
+
+<p>"To do her justice, she hesitated a moment, but
+when I kissed her she yielded, and with the touch
+of her lips there came over me a feeling I mistook
+for love, and everything was forgotten except the
+girl. Elder Covil performed the double ceremony,
+and looked questioningly at me, as if doubtful
+whether I were in my right mind or not. I thought
+I was, and felt extremely happy, until I woke to what
+I had done, and from which there was no escape. I
+was bound to a girl whose sweet disposition and
+great beauty were her only attractions, and whose
+environments made me shudder. I could not bring
+her to Crompton Place and introduce her to my
+friends, and I did not know what to do.</p>
+
+<p>"Tom was furious when he heard of it, and suggested
+suicide and divorce, and everything else that
+was bad. But Dora's eyes held me for two weeks,
+and then I became so disillusionized and so sick of
+my surroundings, that I was nearly ready to follow
+Tom's advice and blow out my brains.</p>
+
+<p>"'If you won't kill yourself,' he said, 'send the
+girl home to Florida, and leave her there till you
+make up your mind what to do. There must be
+some way to untie that knot. If not, you are in for
+it.'</p>
+
+<p>"I sent her home, and after two or three weeks,
+during which Tom and I revolved a hundred plans,
+I decided on one, and went to see her in her home&mdash;and
+such a home! A log-house in a palmetto clearing,
+with a foolish old grandmother who did not
+know enough to ask or care what I was to Eudora.
+I could not endure it, and I told Eudora how impossible
+it was for me to take her North until she
+had some education and knowledge of the world.
+I would leave her, I said, until I could decide upon
+a school to which I would send her, and, as it would
+be absurd for a married woman to be attending
+school, she was to retain her maiden name of Harris,
+and tell no one of our marriage until I gave her permission
+to do so. I think she would have jumped
+into the river at my bidding, and she promised all
+that I required.</p>
+
+<p>"'I shall never tell I am your wife until you say
+I may,' she said to me when I left her, but there was
+a look in her eyes like that I once saw in a pet dog
+I had shot, and which in dying licked my hands.</p>
+
+<p>"Through Tom Hardy, who left Atlanta for
+Palatka, I sent her money regularly and wrote occasionally,
+while she replied through the same medium.
+Loving, pitiful letters they were, and would
+have moved the heart of any man who was not a
+brute and steeped to the dregs in pride and cowardice.
+I burned them as soon as I read them, for
+fear they might be found. I told her to do the same
+with mine, and have no doubt she did. I did mean
+fair about the school, and was making inquiries,
+slowly, it is true, as my heart was not in it, and I
+had nearly decided upon Lexington, Kentucky, when
+the birth of a little girl changed everything, but did
+not reconcile me to the situation. I never cared for
+children,&mdash;disliked them rather than otherwise,&mdash;and
+the fact that I was a father did not move me a whit.</p>
+
+<p>"There was a letter imploring me to come and see
+our baby, and I promised to go, with a vague idea
+that I might some time keep my word. But I didn't.
+I had no love for Eudora, none for the child; and
+still a thought of it haunted me continually, and was
+the cause of my giving the grounds and the school-house
+to the town. I wanted to expiate my sin,
+and at the same time increase my popularity, for at
+that time I was trying to make up my mind to
+acknowledge my marriage and bring Eudora home.
+The poor girl never knew it, for on the day of the
+lawn party she was buried. Tom Hardy wrote me
+she was dead, and that he was about starting for Europe,
+and had given Jake, a faithful servant of the
+family, my address. God knows my remorse when
+I heard it, and still I put off going for the child until
+Jake wrote me that the grandmother, too, had died,
+and added that it was not fitting for the little girl to
+be brought up with Crackers and negroes. He did
+not know that I had heard of Eudora's death from
+Tom, and was waiting for&mdash;I did not know what,
+unless it was to hear from him personally. There
+was more manliness in that negro's nature than in
+mine, and I knew it, and was ashamed of myself, and
+went for my daughter and stood by my wife's grave,
+and heard from Jake the story of her life, and knew
+she had kept her promise and never opened her lips,
+except to say that 'it was all right.'</p>
+
+<p>"The people believed her for the most part, and
+anathematized the unknown man who had deserted
+her, but they could not heap upon me all the odium
+I deserved. Why the story has never reached here
+I hardly know, except that intercourse between the
+North and the extreme South was not as easy as it
+is now, and then the war swept off Tom Hardy and
+most likely all who knew of the marriage.</p>
+
+<p>"When I brought Amy home I was too proud to
+acknowledge her as my daughter. The Harrises
+and the palmetto clearing stood in the way, and I
+let people think what they chose, hating myself with
+an added hatred for allowing a stain to rest on her
+birth. I was fond of her in a way, and angry when
+she married Candida, who died in Rome. Then she
+married a Smith, who took her round the country to
+sing in concerts, until her mind gave way, when he
+put her in a private asylum in San Francisco. I was
+very proud of her, and loved her more than she ever
+knew, but could not confess my relationship to her.
+When she married Candida I cast her off. She must
+have some of my spirit, for she never came begging
+for favors. Her rascally second husband wrote once
+for money, but I shut him up so that he never wrote
+again, and the next I heard was a message from
+Santa Barbara, where he died, and where, before he
+died, he had bidden his physician to write to me that
+his wife was in an asylum in San Francisco. I found
+her and brought her home, shattered in health and
+in mind, but I think she will recover. If she does
+before I die, I have sworn to tell her the truth, and
+will do it, so help me God!</p>
+
+<p>"She has at times spoken of a baby who died,&mdash;Smith's
+probably, and I hated him and did not care
+for his child. I have thought to make my will, but
+would rather write this confession, which will explain
+things and put Amy right as my heir. I have,
+however, one request to make to her, or those who
+attend to her affairs. I want my nephew, Howard,
+to have twenty thousand dollars,&mdash;enough for any
+young man to start on if there is any get-up in him,
+and Howard has considerable.</p>
+
+<p>
+"Written by me and signed this &mdash; day of July, 18&mdash;, the anniversary
+of Eudora's funeral and the big picnic on my grounds.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">
+"JAMES M. CROMPTON."
+</p>
+
+</div><!--end chapter-->
+
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<h2><a name="3CHAPTER_X"></a>CHAPTER X<br/>
+HOWARD'S TEMPTATION</h2>
+
+<p>Howard did not know how long it took him to read
+this paper. It seemed to him an age, and when it
+was read he felt as if turning into stone. There was
+a fire in the grate before which he sat, and something
+said to him, "Burn it," so distinctly, that he looked
+over his shoulder to see who was there. "It's the
+devil," he thought, and his hand went toward the
+flame, then drew back quickly. He knew now what
+his uncle had tried so hard to tell them, and remembered
+how often his eyes had turned in the direction
+of the private drawer. He had put his confession
+there, and it had become wedged in and was out of
+sight, until frequent opening and shutting the drawer
+had brought it into view. He read the document
+again, and felt the perspiration oozing out of every
+pore. The twenty thousand recommended for him
+made him laugh, as he thought that was the sum he
+had intended for Amy, and which looked very small
+for his own needs. "Six times two are twelve,"
+he said, calculating the interest at six per cent.
+"Twelve hundred a year is not much when one expected
+as many thousands. I believe I'll burn it!"
+and again the paper was held so near the fire that a
+corner of it was scorched.</p>
+
+<p>"I can't do it," he said, drawing it back a second
+time. "It would do no good, either, if they find out
+in Florida. I don't see, though, how they can, and
+if they have, Jack would have written, but I can't
+burn it yet. I must think a while."</p>
+
+<p>He put the paper aside, and, without his overcoat,
+went out into the cold, sleety rain, which was falling
+heavily. It chilled him at once, but he did not think
+of it as he went through the grounds and gardens
+and fields of the Crompton Place, where everything
+was in perfect order and bespoke the wealth of the
+owner. It was a fair heritage, and he could not give
+it up without a pang. He never knew how many
+miles he walked back and forth across the fields and
+through the woods. Nor did he know that he was
+cold, until he returned to the house with drenched
+garments and a chill which he felt to his bones. He
+had taken a heavy cold, and staid in-doors the next
+morning, shivering before the grate, which he told
+Peter to heap with coal until it was hot as&mdash;. He
+didn't finish the sentence, but added, "I'm infernally
+cold,&mdash;influenza, I reckon, but I won't have any nostrums
+brought to me. All I want is a good fire."</p>
+
+<p>Peter heaped up the fire until the room seemed to
+him like a furnace, and then left the young man alone
+with his thoughts and his temptation, which was assailing
+him a second time, stronger than before. He
+firmly believed the devil was there, urging him to
+burn the paper, and held several spirited conversations
+with him, pro and con, the cons finally gaining
+the victory.</p>
+
+<p>Late in the afternoon Jack's telegram was brought
+to him. "We'll be home this evening."</p>
+
+<p>"That means seven o'clock, and dinner at halfpast
+seven," he said to Peter. "Send Sam with the
+carriage, and see that there are fires in their rooms."</p>
+
+<p>He had given his orders and then sat down to decide
+what he would do.</p>
+
+<p>"I know the Old Harry is here with me, but his
+company is better than none," he said, wishing he
+had a shawl, he was so cold, with the room at 90 degrees.</p>
+
+<p>The short day drew to a close. Peter came in
+and lighted the gas, and put more coal on the grate,
+and said Sam had gone to the station. Half an hour
+later Howard heard the whistle of the train, and then
+the sound of wheels coming up the avenue.</p>
+
+<p>"Now or never!" was whispered in his ear, and
+his hand, with the paper in it, went toward the fire.</p>
+
+<p>There was a fierce struggle, and Howard felt that
+he was really fighting with an unseen foe; then his
+hand came back with the paper in it, safe except for
+a second scorch on one side.</p>
+
+<p>"By the great eternal, it is never! I swear it!"
+he said, as his arm dropped beside him and the paper
+fell to the floor.</p>
+
+<p>There was a sound below of people entering the
+house. They had come, and he heard Eloise's voice
+as she passed his door on her way to her room with
+Amy. Was Jack there too? he was wondering&mdash;when
+Jack came in, gay and breezy, but startled
+when he met the woe-begone face turned toward him.</p>
+
+<p>"By George! old man," he said, "Peter told me
+you were shut up with a cold, but I didn't expect this.
+Why, you look like a ghost, and are sweating like a
+butcher, and no wonder. The thermometer must be
+a hundred. What's the matter?"</p>
+
+<p>"Jack," Howard said, "for forty-eight hours I
+have had a hand-to-hand tussle with the devil. He
+was here bodily, as much as you are, but I beat him,
+and swore I wouldn't burn the paper. Read it!"</p>
+
+<p>He pointed to it upon the floor at his feet.</p>
+
+<p>"I had it pretty near the fire twice, and singed it
+some," he continued, as Jack took it up, and, glancing
+at the first words, exclaimed, "A will! You found
+one, then?"</p>
+
+<p>"Not a regularly attested will, but answers every
+purpose," Howard replied, while Jack read on with
+lightning rapidity, understanding much that was
+dark before, and guessing in part what it was to
+Howard to have all his hopes swept away.</p>
+
+<p>"By Jove!" he said, as he finished reading, "there
+was good in the old man after all. I didn't think so
+when I heard Jakey's story, and saw where his wife
+lived and died. We found the marriage certificate."</p>
+
+<p>"You did!" Howard exclaimed, a great gladness
+that he had not destroyed the paper taking possession
+of him. "Why didn't you write and tell me?
+It would have saved me that fight with the devil."</p>
+
+<p>"I don't know why I didn't," Jack replied. "I
+was awfully busy, and went at once to Palatka to see
+if Tom Hardy left any family there, and found he
+was never married. Then I went to Atlanta to find
+some trace of the Browns and the Hardy plantation.
+The latter had been sold, the Hardys were all gone,
+and the Browns, too,&mdash;killed in the war, most likely,
+except one who is a street-car conductor in Boston,
+and I am going to hunt him up, as I believe he was
+at the wedding, although he must have been quite
+young. Yes, I ought to have written, and I'm sorry
+for you, upon my soul. You look as if you'd had a
+taste of the infernal regions. I'm glad you didn't
+burn it."</p>
+
+<p>He took Howard's hand and held it, while he told
+him, very briefly, the circumstances of their finding
+the certificate, of whose existence Col. Crompton
+could not have known. "And, Howard," he added,
+"I've something else to tell you. Eloise is to be my
+wife. We settled it in the train before I knew she
+was a great heiress. Can't you congratulate me?"
+he asked, as Howard did not speak.</p>
+
+<p>"I expected it. You've got everything,&mdash;money
+and girl, too," Howard said at last. "You are a
+lucky dog, and, whether you believe me or not, I'd
+rather have the girl than the money. I asked her to
+marry me. Did she tell you?"</p>
+
+<p>"Of course not," Jack replied, and Howard went
+on, "Well, I did, and kissed her, too!"</p>
+
+<p>"Did she kiss you?" Jack asked a little sharply,
+and Howard replied, "No, sir; she was madder than
+a hatter; you've no cause to be jealous."</p>
+
+<p>"All right," Jack answered, his brow clearing.
+"All right. I'm more sorry for you now than I was
+before. I didn't know you really cared for her that
+way; but, I say, aren't you coming to dinner? The
+bell has rung twice, and I still in my travelling clothes
+and you in your dressing-gown."</p>
+
+<p>Howard shook his head. "Don't you see, I am
+sick with an infernal cold," he said. "Got it tramping
+in the rain without my overcoat, and that fight
+I told you of has unstrung me. It was a regular
+battle. But you go yourself, and perhaps Eloise will
+come to see me. I shall show her the Colonel's confession,
+and she can do as she pleases about telling
+her mother."</p>
+
+<p>Jack left him and went to the dinner, which had
+been kept waiting some time, and at which Amy did
+not appear. She had gone at once to bed, Eloise explained,
+when she took her seat at the table with
+Jack. When told of Howard's message, she said,
+"Of course I'll go to him," and half an hour later
+she was in his room, and greatly shocked at his white,
+haggard face, which indicated more than the cold of
+which he complained. He did not tell her of his
+temptation. It was not necessary. He congratulated
+her upon her success, and upon her engagement,
+of which Jack had told him. Then he gave
+her the paper he had found, and watched her as she
+read it, sometimes with flashes of indignation upon
+her face, and again with tears of pity in her eyes.</p>
+
+<p>"He was a bad man," she said, with great energy,
+and then added, "A good one, too, in some respects,
+although I cannot understand the pride which made
+him such a coward."</p>
+
+<p>"I can," Howard rejoined. "It's the Crompton
+pride, stronger than life itself. I know, for I am a
+Crompton. You, probably, are more Harris than
+Crompton, and do not feel so deeply."</p>
+
+<p>He did not mean to reflect upon her mother's
+family, but Eloise's face was very red as she said,
+"The Harrises and Browns are not people to be
+proud of, I know, but they were as honest, perhaps,
+as the Cromptons, and they are mine, and if they all
+came here to-night I would not disown them."</p>
+
+<p>She looked every inch a Crompton as she spoke,
+and Howard laughed and said, "Good for you, little
+cousin; I believe you would, and if Jack finds the conductor
+in Boston, I dare say you will have him at
+your wedding. When is it to be?"</p>
+
+<p>"Just as soon as arrangements can be made,"
+Jack replied, coming in in time to hear the last of
+Howard's remark, "and, of course, we'll have the
+street conductor if he will come. I start to-morrow
+to find him."</p>
+
+<p>He took an early train the next morning for Boston,
+and two days after he wrote to Eloise: "I believe
+there are a million street cars in the city and
+fifty conductors by the name of Brown. Fortunately,
+however, there is only one Andrew Jackson,
+or Andy, as they call him, and I found him on one
+of the suburban trains, rather old to be a conductor,
+but seemed young for his years. He is your grandmother's
+cousin, and was present at the double wedding,
+when Eudora Harris was married by Elder
+Covil to James Crompton, 'a mighty proud-lookin'
+chap,' he said, 'who deserted her in less than a
+month. I remember him well. Pop threatened to
+shoot him if he ever cotched him, but the wah broke
+out and pop was killed, and all of us but me, who
+married a little Yankee girl what brought things to
+us prisoners in Washington. She's right smart
+younger than I am, and I've got eight children and
+five grandchildren, peart and lively as rabbits. And
+you want me to swear that I seen Eudory married?
+Wall, I will, for I did, and I'd like to see her girl&mdash;Amy
+you call her. Mabby Mary Jane an' me will
+come to visit her when I have a spell off.'</p>
+
+<p>"All this he said in a breath, and when I told him
+I was to marry Amy's daughter, he called me his
+cousin, and asked when the wedding was to be. If
+it had not been for those eight children and five
+grandchildren, thirteen Browns in all, which I felt
+sure he would bring with him, I should have promised
+him and Mary Jane an invitation. As it was, I
+did nothing rash. I got his affidavit, and we parted
+the best of friends, he urging me to call at his shanty
+and see Mary Jane and the kids. I had to decline,
+but told him perhaps I'd bring my wife to see them.
+What do you say? Expect me to-morrow.</p>
+
+<p class="right">
+"Lovingly,          <br/>
+"JACK."
+</p>
+
+</div><!--end chapter-->
+
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<h2><a name="3CHAPTER_XI"></a>CHAPTER XI<br/>
+CONCLUSION</h2>
+
+<p>It did not take long for all Crompton to know that
+Amy was Col. Crompton's daughter, and that the
+Colonel had left a paper to that effect, which Mr.
+Howard had found, and that Eloise had also found
+the marriage certificate, proving her mother's legitimacy
+beyond a doubt, and making her sole heir to
+the Crompton estate. It was Friday night when the
+travellers returned from the South, and on Saturday
+morning, Mrs. Biggs's washing day, she heard
+the news. Leaving her clothes in the suds, and her
+tubs of rinsing and bluing water upon the floor, she
+started for the Crompton House, which she reached
+breathless with haste and excitement, and eager to
+congratulate Amy and Eloise.</p>
+
+<p>"I swan, it 'most seem's if I was your relation,"
+she said, shaking Eloise's hand, and telling her she
+always mistrusted she was somebody more than common,
+"and I hope we shall be neighborly. I s'pose
+you'll live here?"</p>
+
+<p>Eloise received her graciously, and said she should
+never forget her kindness, and told her some incidents
+of her journey, and, as Mrs. Biggs reported to
+Tim, "treated me as if I was just as good as she, if
+she is a Crompton."</p>
+
+<p>Ruby Ann came later in the day, genuinely glad
+for Eloise, and sure that nothing would ever change
+the young girl's friendship for herself, no matter what
+her position might be. Many others called that day
+and the following Monday, and Eloise received them
+with a dignity of which she was herself unconscious,
+and which they charged to the Crompton blood.
+Howard, who was still suffering from a severe cold,
+kept his room until Jack returned. Then he came
+out with a feeling of humiliation, not so much that
+he had lost the estate, as that he had thought to burn
+the paper which took it from him. This feeling,
+however, gradually wore off under Jack's geniality
+and Eloise's friendliness, and Amy's sweetness of
+manner as she called him Cousin Howard, and said
+she hoped he would look upon Crompton as his
+home. Then he was to have twenty thousand dollars
+when matters were adjusted, and that was something
+to one who, when he came to Crompton, had
+scarcely a dollar. His visit had paid, and, though
+he was not the master, he was the favored guest and
+cousin, who, at Eloise's request, took charge of affairs
+after Jack went home to New York.</p>
+
+<p>Early in December Jake came from the South, and
+was welcomed warmly by Amy and Eloise. To the
+servants he was a great curiosity, with his negro
+dialect and quaint ways, but no one could look at
+the old man's honest face without respecting him.
+Even Peter, who detected about him an order of the
+bad tobacco which had so offended his nostrils in the
+letters to his master, and who on general principles
+disliked negroes, was disarmed of his prejudices by
+Jake's confiding simplicity and thorough goodness.
+Taking him one day for a drive around the country
+and through the village, he bought him some first-class
+cigars with the thought "Maybe they'll take
+that smell out of his clothes."</p>
+
+<p>"Thankee, Mas'r Peter, thankee," Jake said,
+smacking his lips with his enjoyment of the flavor
+of the Havanas. "Dis yer am mighty fine, but I
+s'pecks I or'to stick to my backy. I done brought a
+lot wid me."</p>
+
+<p>He smoked the Havanas as long as they lasted,
+with no special diminution of odor as Peter could
+discover, and then returned to his backy and his
+clay pipe.</p>
+
+<p>In the love and tender care with which she was
+surrounded, Amy's mind recovered its balance to a
+great extent, with an occasional lapse when anything
+reminded her of her life in California as a public
+singer, or when she was very tired. She was greatly
+interested in Eloise's wedding, which was fixed for
+the 10th of January, her twentieth birthday. Jack,
+who came from New York every week, would have
+liked what he called a blow-out, but the recent death
+of the Colonel and Amy's mourning precluded that,
+and only a very few were bidden to the ceremony,
+which took place in the drawing-room of the Crompton
+House, instead of the church. Amy gave the
+bride away, and a stranger would never have suspected
+that she was what Jakey called quar. After
+Eloise left for her bridal trip she began to assume
+some responsibility as mistress of the house and to
+understand Mr. Ferris a little when he talked to her
+on business. Jake was a kind of ballast to her during
+Eloise's absence, but a Northern winter did not
+agree with the old man, who wore nearly as much
+clothing to keep him warm as Harry Gill, and then
+complained of the cold.</p>
+
+<p>"Florida suits me best, and I've a kind of hankerin'
+for de ole place whar deys all buried," he said, and in
+the spring he returned to his Lares and Penates, leaving
+Amy a little unsettled with his loss, but she soon
+recovered her spirits in the excitement of going
+abroad.</p>
+
+<p>It was Jack who suggested this trip, which he
+thought would benefit them all, and early in May they
+sailed for Europe, taking Ruby with them, not in any
+sense as a waiting maid, as some ill-natured ones suggested,
+but as a companion to Amy, and as the friend
+who had been so kind to Eloise in her need.</p>
+
+<p>That summer Howard was a conspicuous figure
+at a fashionable watering place with his fast horse
+and stylish buggy, and every other appearance of
+wealth and luxury. He had received his twenty
+thousand dollars and more, too, for Eloise was disposed
+to be very generous toward him, and Amy assented
+to whatever she suggested.</p>
+
+<p>"I'll have one good time and spend a whole year's
+interest if I choose," he said, and he had a good time
+and made love to a little Western heiress, whose eyes
+were like those of Eloise, and first attracted him to
+her, and who before the season was over promised to
+be his wife.</p>
+
+<p>Just before she left for Europe Eloise brought
+her grandmother, Mrs. Smith, from Mayville, and
+established her in Crompton Place as its mistress,
+but that good woman had little to say, and allowed
+the servants to have their way in everything. The
+change from her quiet home to all the grandeur and
+ceremony of the Crompton House did not suit her,
+and she returned, like Jakey, to her household gods
+when the family came back in the spring.</p>
+
+<hr class="short" />
+
+<p>Several years have passed since then, and Crompton
+Place is just as lovely as it was when we first saw
+it on the day of the lawn party. Three children are
+there now; two girls, Dora and Lucy, and a sturdy
+boy, who was christened James Harris Crompton, but
+is called Harry. The doll-house has been brought
+to light, with Mandy Ann and Judy, to the great
+delight of the little girls, and Amy is never brighter
+than when playing with the children, and telling
+them of the palms and oranges, alligators and negroes
+in Florida, which she speaks of as home.</p>
+
+<p>Eloise is very happy, and if a fear of the Harris
+taint ever creeps into her mind, it is dissipated at
+once in the perfect sunshine which crowns her life.
+Nearly every year Jakey comes to visit "chile Dory
+an' her lil ones," and once Mandy Ann spent a summer
+in Crompton as cook in place of Cindy, who was
+taking a vacation. But Northern ways of regularity
+and promptness did not suit her.</p>
+
+<p>"'Clar for't," she said, "I jess can't git use't to de
+Yankee Doodle quickstep nohow. At Miss Perkinses
+dey wasn't partic'lar ef things was half an hour
+behime."</p>
+
+<p>Her mind dwelt a good deal on what she had seen
+at Miss Perkins's, more than forty years before, and
+on her children and Ted, and when Cindy returned
+in the autumn she went back to him and the twins,
+laden with gifts from Amy and Eloise, the latter of
+whom saw that her mother gave more judiciously
+than she would otherwise have done. Both Amy
+and Eloise are fond of driving, and nearly every day
+the carriage goes out, but the coachman is no longer
+Sam. He is married and lives in the village, and his
+place is filled by Tom Walker, who wears a brown
+livery, and fills the position with a dignity one would
+scarcely expect in the tall, lank boy, once the bully
+in school and the blackguard of the town.</p>
+
+<p>There have been three or four different teachers
+in District No. 5,&mdash;all normal graduates, and all during
+their term of office boarding with Mrs. Biggs,
+who is never tired of boasting of her intimacy with
+the Cromptons, and Eloise in particular. Every detail
+of the accident is repeated again and again, with
+many incidents of Amy's girlhood. Then she takes
+up the Colonel and his private marriage, and with his
+introduction we end our story and leave her to tell
+hers in her own way.</p>
+
+<p class="center">THE END.</p>
+
+</div><!--end chapter-->
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