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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Quincy Adams Sawyer and Mason's Corner Folks + A Picture of New England Home Life + +Author: Charles Felton Pidgin + +Release Date: February 3, 2007 [EBook #16414] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK QUINCY ADAMS SAWYER AND *** + + + + +Produced by Juliet Sutherland, Sigal Alon and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +</pre> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 288px;"> +<a name="cover" id="cover" href="images/cover.png"> +<img src="images/cover-tn.png" width="288" height="453" alt="cover" title="cover" /> +</a> +</div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 253px;"> +<a name="frontis" id="frontis" href="images/frontis.png"> +<img src="images/frontis-tn.png" width="253" height="364" +alt=""THE VILLAGE GOSSIPS WONDERED WHO HE WAS, WHAT HE WAS, WHAT HE CAME FOR, AND HOW LONG HE INTENDED TO STAY."" +title=""THE VILLAGE GOSSIPS WONDERED WHO HE WAS, WHAT HE WAS, WHAT HE CAME FOR, AND HOW LONG HE INTENDED TO STAY."" /> +</a> +<span class="caption">"THE VILLAGE GOSSIPS WONDERED WHO HE WAS, WHAT HE WAS, +WHAT HE CAME FOR, AND HOW LONG HE INTENDED TO STAY."</span> +</div> + +<h1>QUINCY<br /><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1"></a> +ADAMS<br /> +SAWYER</h1> + +<h5>AND</h5> + +<h3><span class="smcap">Mason's Corner Folks</span><br /></h3> + +<h3>A PICTURE OF NEW <br /> +ENGLAND HOME LIFE</h3> + +<h5>BY</h5> + +<h3>CHAS. FELTON PIDGIN<br /></h3> + +<p class="center" style="line-height: 80%; font-size: 0.9em;"><span class="smcap"> +B o s t o n +</span><br /> +C. M. CLARK<br /> +PUBLISHING COMPANY<br /> +1 9 0 5</p> + +<div class="figcenter"> + <img src="images/title.png" alt="Title Page" title="Title Page" /> +</div> + +<p class="narrow155"> +Respectfully dedicated to +the Memory of the late +HON JAMES +RUSSELL LOWELL +the perusal of whose +f a m o u s p o e m +"<span class="smcap">T h e C o u r t i n</span>" +supplied the inspiration +that led to the writing +of this book. +</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4"></a></p><p><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5"></a></p> + +<h3>AUTHOR'S PREFACE.</h3> + +<h3>QUINCY ADAMS SAWYER'S</h3> + +<p class="narrow250">only title was plain "Mr." His ancestors +were tradesmen, merchants, lawyers, politicians, +and Presidents. He, too, was proud +of his honored ancestry, and I have endeavored +in this book to have him live up to +an ideal personification of gentlemanly qualities +for which the New England standard +should be fully as high as that of Old +England; in fact, I see no reason why the +heroes of American novels, barring the single +matter of hereditary titles, should not compare +favorably as regards gentlemanly attributes +with their English cousins across the +seas.<br /></p> + +<p class="narrow250r">C.F.P.<br /></p> + +<p class="narrow250l"> +<span class="smcap">Gray Chambers,<br /> +Boston</span>, October, 1902.<br /> +</p> + +<p><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6"></a></p> +<p><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7"></a></p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="TABLE_OF_CONTENTS" id="TABLE_OF_CONTENTS"></a>CONTENTS</h2> + +<p class="toc_loi"> +<a href="#LIST_OF_ILLUSTRATIONS"><b>LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.</b><br /></a> +<a href="#CHAPTER_I"><b>CHAPTER I. THE REHEARSAL</b><br /></a> +<a href="#CHAPTER_II"><b>CHAPTER II. MASON'S CORNER FOLKS</b><br /></a> +<a href="#CHAPTER_III"><b>CHAPTER III. THE CONCERT IN THE TOWN HALL</b><br /></a> +<a href="#CHAPTER_IV"><b>CHAPTER IV. ANCESTRY <i>VERSUS</i> PATRIOTISM</b><br /></a> +<a href="#CHAPTER_V"><b>CHAPTER V. MR. SAWYER MEETS UNCLE IKE</b><br /></a> +<a href="#CHAPTER_VI"><b>CHAPTER VI. SOME NEW IDEAS</b><br /></a> +<a href="#CHAPTER_VII"><b>CHAPTER VII. "THAT CITY FELLER"</b><br /></a> +<a href="#CHAPTER_VIII"><b>CHAPTER VIII. CITY SKILL <i>VERSUS</i> COUNTRY MUSCLE</b><br /></a> +<a href="#CHAPTER_IX"><b>CHAPTER IX. MR. SAWYER CALLS ON MISS PUTNAM</b><br /></a> +<a href="#CHAPTER_X"><b>CHAPTER X. VILLAGE GOSSIP</b><br /></a> +<a href="#CHAPTER_XI"><b>CHAPTER XI. SOME SAD TIDINGS</b><br /></a> +<a href="#CHAPTER_XII"><b>CHAPTER XII. LOOKING FOR A BOARDING PLACE</b><br /></a> +<a href="#CHAPTER_XIII"><b>CHAPTER XIII. A VISIT TO THE VICTIM</b><br /></a> +<a href="#CHAPTER_XIV"><b>CHAPTER XIV. A QUIET EVENING</b><br /></a> +<a href="#CHAPTER_XV"><b>CHAPTER XV. A LONG LOST RELATIVE</b><br /></a> +<a href="#CHAPTER_XVI"><b>CHAPTER XVI. A PROMISE KEPT</b><br /></a> +<a href="#CHAPTER_XVII"><b>CHAPTER XVII. AN INFORMAL INTRODUCTION</b><br /></a> +<a href="#CHAPTER_XVIII"><b>CHAPTER XVIII. THE COURTIN'</b><br /></a> +<a href="#CHAPTER_XIX"><b>CHAPTER XIX. JIM SAWYER'S FUNERAL</b><br /></a> +<a href="#CHAPTER_XX"><b>CHAPTER XX. A WET DAY</b><br /></a> +<a href="#CHAPTER_XXI"><b>CHAPTER XXI. SOME MORE NEW IDEAS</b><br /></a> +<a href="#CHAPTER_XXII"><b>CHAPTER XXII. AFTER THE GREAT SNOWSTORM</b><br /></a> +<a href="#CHAPTER_XXIII"><b>CHAPTER XXIII. A VISIT TO MRS. PUTNAM</b><br /></a> +<a href="#CHAPTER_XXIV"><b>CHAPTER XXIV. THE NEW DOCTOR</b><br /></a> +<a href="#CHAPTER_XXV"><b>CHAPTER XXV. SOME PLAIN FACTS AND INFERENCES</b><br /></a> +<a href="#CHAPTER_XXVI"><b>CHAPTER XXVI. THE SURPRISE PARTY</b><br /></a> +<a href="#CHAPTER_XXVII"><b>CHAPTER XXVII. TOWN POLITIC</b><br /></a> +<a href="#CHAPTER_XXVIII"><b>CHAPTER XXVIII. THE TOWN MEETING</b><br /></a> +<a href="#CHAPTER_XXIX"><b>CHAPTER XXIX. MRS. HAWKINS'S BOARDING HOUSE</b><br /></a> +<a href="#CHAPTER_XXX"><b>CHAPTER XXX. A SETTLEMENT</b><br /></a> +<a href="#CHAPTER_XXXI"><b>CHAPTER XXXI. AN INHERITANCE</b><br /></a> +<a href="#CHAPTER_XXXII"><b>CHAPTER XXXII. AUNT ELLA</b><br /></a> +<a href="#CHAPTER_XXXIII"><b>CHAPTER XXXIII. THE WEDDIN'S</b><br /></a> +<a href="#CHAPTER_XXXIV"><b>CHAPTER XXXIV. BLENNERHASSETT</b><br /></a> +<a href="#CHAPTER_XXXV"><b>CHAPTER XXXV. "THE BIRD OF LOVE"</b><br /></a> +<a href="#CHAPTER_XXXVI"><b>CHAPTER XXXVI. THEN THEY WERE MARRIED</b><br /></a> +<a href="#CHAPTER_XXXVII"><b>CHAPTER XXXVII. LINDA'S BIRTHRIGHT</b><br /></a> +<a href="#CHAPTER_XXXVIII"><b>CHAPTER XXXVIII. FERNBOROUGH</b><br /></a> +</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="LIST_OF_ILLUSTRATIONS" id="LIST_OF_ILLUSTRATIONS"></a>LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.</h2> + +<div class="toc_loi"> +<p style="margin-left: 6em; text-indent: -6em;"><a href="#frontis"><i>Frontispiece.</i>--"The village gossips wondered + who he was, what + he was, what he came for, + and how long he intended + to stay."</a></p> +<p><a href="#image1">It Was A Marvellous Rig That He Wore When He Reappeared</a></p> +<p><a href="#image2">The Barge Led The Procession To Mason's Corner</a></p> +<p><a href="#image3">And Then He Landed A Blow On Wood's Nose</a></p> +<p><a href="#image8">"The Deacon And His Wife Led Off"</a></p> +</div> + + +<div class="toc_loi"> +<br /><h3>CHARACTERS AND SCENES FROM THE STAGE +PRESENTATION OF QUINCY ADAMS +SAWYER.</h3> +</div> + +<div class="toc_loi"> +<p><a href="#image4">Mandy Skinner<br /></a></p> +<p><a href="#image5">Mrs. Putnam's Anger, Upon Discovery Of Lindy's Parentage (Act III.)</a></p> +<p><a href="#image6">Quincy Reading Alice's Letter To Her (Act III.)</a></p> +<p><a href="#image7">Samanthy Green<br /></a></p> +<p><a href="#image9">Quincy Makes A Speech (Act III.)</a></p> +<p><a href="#image10">An Old-fashioned Husking Bee (Act III.)</a></p> +<p><a href="#image11">Alice Recovers Her Sight (Act IV.)</a></p> +</div> + +<p><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10"></a></p> +<p><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11"></a></p> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_I" id="CHAPTER_I"></a>CHAPTER I.</h2> + +<h3>THE REHEARSAL.<br /></h3> + + +<p>It was a little after seven o'clock on the evening of December +31, 186—. Inside, the little red schoolhouse +was ablaze with light. Sounds of voices and laughter came +from within and forms could be seen flitting back and forth +through the uncurtained windows. Outside, a heavy fall +of snow lay upon hill and vale, trees and house-tops, while +the rays of a full-orbed moon shone down upon the glistening, +white expanse.</p> + +<p>At a point upon the main road a short distance beyond +the square, where the grocery store was situated, stood a +young man. This young man was Ezekiel Pettengill, one +of the well-to-do young farmers of the village. His coat +collar was turned up and his cap pulled down over his ears, +for the air was piercing cold and a biting wind was blowing. +Now and then he would walk briskly back and forth for a +few minutes, clapping his hands, which were encased in +gray woollen mittens, in order to restore some warmth to +those almost frozen members. As he walked back and +forth, he said several times, half aloud to himself, "I don't +b'lieve she's comin' anyway. I s'pose she's goin' to stay<a name="Page_12" id="Page_12"></a> +ter hum and spend the evenin' with him." Finally he resumed +his old position near the corner and assumed his +previous expectant attitude.</p> + +<p>As he looked down the road, a man came out of Mrs. +Hawkins's boarding house, crossed the road and walked +swiftly towards him.</p> + +<p>As the new-comer neared him, he called out, "Hello, Pettengill! +is that you? Confounded cold, ain't it? Who wuz +yer waitin' for? Been up to the schoolhouse yet?"</p> + +<p>To these inquiries 'Zekiel responded: "No!" and added, +"I saw yer comin' out of the house and thought I'd walk up +with yer."</p> + +<p>"Wall! they can't do nuthin' till I git thar," said Mr. +Obadiah Strout, the singing-master, "so we shall both be on +time. By the way," he continued, "I was up to Boston +to-day to git some things I wanted for the concert to-morrer +night, and the minister asked me to buy some new music +books for the church choir, and I'm goin' up there fust to +take 'em;" and 'Zekiel's attention was attracted to a package +that Mr. Strout held under his arm. "Say, Pettengill!" +continued Mr. Strout, "when yet git up ter the schoolhouse, +tell them I'll be along in a few minutes;" and he started off, +apparently forgetful of 'Zekiel's declaration that he had +intended to walk up with him.</p> + +<p>It is evident that 'Zekiel's statement was untruthful, for +his words have betrayed the fact that it was not the Professor +of whom he had been thinking.</p> + +<p>'Zekiel did not move from his position until he had seen +Strout turn into the yard that led to the front door of the +minister's house. Then he said to himself again, "I don't +believe she's comin', arter all."</p> + +<p>As he spoke the words a deep, heavy sigh came from his +great, honest heart, heard only by the leaflless trees through +which the winter wind moaned as if in sympathy.</p> + +<p>What was going on in the little red schoolhouse? The<a name="Page_13" id="Page_13"></a> +occasion was the last rehearsal of the Eastborough Singing +Society, which had been studying vocal music assiduously +for the last three months under the direction of Professor +Obadiah Strout, and was to give its annual conceit the following +evening at the Town Hall at Eastborough.</p> + +<p>A modest sum had been raised by subscription. A big +barge had been hired in Cottonton, and after the rehearsal +there was to be a sleigh ride to Eastborough Centre and return. +It was evident from the clamor and confusion that +the minds of those present were more intent upon the ride +than the rehearsal, and when one girl remarked that the +Professor was late, another quickly replied that, "if he +didn't come at all 'twould be early enough."</p> + +<p>There were about two score of young persons present, +very nearly equally divided between the two sexes. Benjamin +Bates was there and Robert Wood, Cobb's twins, +Emmanuel Howe, and Samuel Hill. Among the girls were +Lindy Putnam, the best dressed and richest girl in town, +Mandy Skinner, Tilly James, who had more beaus than any +other girl in the village; the Green sisters Samanthy and +Betsy, and Miss Seraphina Cotton, the village schoolteacher.</p> + +<p>Evidently all the members of the society had not arrived, +for constant inquiries were being made about Huldy Mason +and 'Zekiel Pettengill. When Betsy Green asked Mandy +Skinner if Hiram Maxwell wa'n't comin', the latter replied +that he'd probably come up when Miss Huldy and the new +boarder did.</p> + +<p>News had reached the assemblage that Arthur Scates, +the best tenor singer in the society, was sick. Lindy Putnam +was to sing a duet with him at the concert, and so she +asked if anybody had been to see him.</p> + +<p>"I was up there this arternoon," said Ben Bates, "and he +seemed powerful bad in the throat. Grandmother Scates +tied an old stocking 'round his throat and gin him a bowl of<a name="Page_14" id="Page_14"></a> +catnip tea and he kinder thought he'd be all right to-morrer. +I told him you'd have a conniption fit if he didn't +show up, but Grandmother Scates shook her head kind o' +doubtful and said, 'The Lord's will be done. What can't +be cured must be endured;' and I guess that's about the +way it will be."</p> + +<p>The outer door opened and 'Zekiel Pettengill entered. +The creaking of the opening door attracted the attention of +all. When the girls saw who it was, they ran and gathered +about him, a dozen voices crying out, "Where is Huldy? +We all thought she'd come with you."</p> + +<p>'Zekiel shook his head.</p> + +<p>"You don't know?" asked Tilly James, incredulously. +'Zekiel shook his head again. "Of course you do," said +Tilly contemptuously.</p> + +<p>She turned away, followed by a number of the girls. +"He knows well enough," she observed in an undertone, +"but he won't tell. He's gone on Huldy, and when a +feller's gone on a girl he's pretty sure to keep the run of +her."</p> + +<p>In the meantime Lindy Putnam had been using her most +persuasive powers of coaxing on 'Zekiel and with same success, +for 'Zekiel told quite a long story, but with very little +information in it. He told the crowd of girls gathered +about him that he'd be twenty-eight on the third of January, +and that ever since he was a little boy, which was, of course, +before any of those present were born, he'd always followed +the rule of not saying anything unless he knew what he +was talking about.</p> + +<p>"Now," said 'Zekiel, feeling that it was better to talk on +than to stand sheep-facedly before this crowd of eager, expectant +faces, "I might tell yer that Huldy was ter hum +and wasn't comin' up to-night, but yer see, p'r'aps she's on +the road now and may pop in here any minute! Course +you all know Deacon Mason's got a boarder, a young feller<a name="Page_15" id="Page_15"></a> +from the city. P'r'aps he'll come up with Huldy. But I +heerd tell his health wa'n't very good and mebbe he went to +bed right after supper."</p> + +<p>"What's he down here for anyway?" asked Tilly James.</p> + +<p>"Now you've got me," replied 'Zekiel. "I s'pose he had +some purpose in view, but you see I ain't positive even of +that. As I said before, I heerd he's come down here for his +health. It's too late for rakin' hay, and as hard work's the +best country doctor, p'r'aps he'll go to choppin' wood; but +there's one point I feel kinder positive on."</p> + +<p>"What is it? What is it?" cried the girls, as they looked +into his face inquiringly.</p> + +<p>"Wall, I think," drawled 'Zekiel, "that when he gits what +he's come for, he'll be mighty apt to pull up stakes and go +back to Boston."</p> + +<p>Again the outer door creaked upon its hinges, and again +every face was turned to see who the new-comer might be.</p> + +<p>"Here she is," cried a dozen voices; and the owners +thereof rushed forward to greet and embrace Miss Huldy +Mason, the Deacon's daughter and the most popular girl in +the village.</p> + +<p>'Zekiel turned and saw that she was alone. Evidently +the city fellow had not come with her.</p> + +<p>Huldy was somewhat astonished at the warmth of her +greeting, and was at a loss to understand the reason for it, +until Lindy Putnam said:</p> + +<p>"Didn't he come with you?"</p> + +<p>"Who?" asked Huldy, with wide-open eyes.</p> + +<p>"Oh, you can't fool us," cried Tilly James. "'Zeke Pettengill +told us all about that city feller that's boarding +down to your house. We were just talking it over together, +and he surmised that it might be the same one that +you met down to your aunt's house, when you went to +Boston last summer."</p> + +<p>"As Mr. Pettengill seems to know so much about my<a name="Page_16" id="Page_16"></a> +gentlemen friends, if you want any more information, no +doubt he can supply it," said Huldy coldly.</p> + +<p>"'Zeke kinder thought," said Bob Wood, "that he +might be tired, and probably went to bed right after +supper."</p> + +<p>"Well, he didn't," said Huldy, now thoroughly excited, +"he came with me, and he's outside now talking with +Hiram about the barge."</p> + +<p>"Why don't he come in?" asked Bob Wood. "P'r'aps +he's bashful."</p> + +<p>"If he didn't have no more common sense than you've +got," retorted Huldy, "he'd have to go to bed as soon as +he had eaten his supper."</p> + +<p>The laugh that followed this remark so incensed Wood +that he answered coarsely, "I never saw one of those city +chaps who knew B from a bull's foot."</p> + +<p>"Perhaps he'll teach you the difference some day," remarked +Huldy, sarcastically.</p> + +<p>"Well, I guess not," said Wood with a sneer; "'less he +can put two b's in able."</p> + +<p>Further altercation was stopped by the sudden entrance +of Mr. Strout, who quickly ascended the platform and +called the society to order. It must be acknowledged that +the Professor had a good knowledge of music and thoroughly +understood the very difficult art of directing a +mixed chorus of uncultivated voices. With him enthusiasm +was more important than a strict adherence to quavers +and semiquavers, and what was lost in fine touches was +more than made up in volume of tone.</p> + +<p>Again, the Professor paid strict attention to business at +rehearsals, and the progress of the society in musical knowledge +had been very marked. So it is not to be wondered +at that the various numbers allotted to the chorus on the +next evening's programme were gone through quickly and +to the evident satisfaction of the leader.</p><p><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17"></a></p> + +<p>The last number to be taken up was an original composition, +written and composed by the singing-master himself, +and during its rehearsal his enthusiasm reached its +highest pitch. At the conclusion of the chorus, which had +been rendered with remarkable spirit, the Professor darted +from one-end of the platform to the other, crying out, +"Bravo! Fust rate! Do it again! That'll fetch 'em!"</p> + +<p>After several repetitions of the chorus, each one given +with increasing spirit and volume, the Professor threw down +his baton and said: "That'll do. You're excused until to-morrow +night, seven o'clock sharp at Eastborough Town +Hall. I guess the barge has just drove up and we'd better +be gittin' ready for our sleigh ride."</p> + +<p>Miss Tilly James, who had acted as accompanist on the +tin-panny old piano, was putting up her music. The Professor, +with his face wreathed in smiles, walked up to her +and said, "I tell you what, Miss James, that last composition +of mine is bang up. One of these days, when the 'Star +Spangled Banner,' 'Hail Columbia,' and 'Marching through +Georgia' are laid upon the top shelf and all covered with +dust, one hundred million American freemen will be singing +Strout's great national anthem, 'Hark, and hear the +Eagle Scream.' What do you think of that prophecy?"</p> + +<p>"I think," said Miss James, turning her pretty face +towards him, her black eyes snapping with fun, "that if +conceit was consumption, there'd be another little +green grave in the cemetery with O. Strout on the headstone."</p> + +<p>The Professor never could take a joke. In his eye, jokes +were always insults to be resented accordingly. Turning +upon the young lady savagely, he retorted:</p> + +<p>"If sass was butter, your folks wouldn't have to keep any +cows."</p> + +<p>Then he walked quickly across the room to where 'Zekiel<a name="Page_18" id="Page_18"></a> +Pettengill stood aloof from the rest, wrapped in some +apparently not very pleasant thoughts.</p> + +<p>At this juncture Hiram Maxwell dashed into the schoolroom, +and judging from appearances his thoughts were of +the pleasantest possible description.</p> + +<p>"Say, fellers and girls," he cried, "I've got some news for +yer, and when you hear it you'll think the day of judgment +has come, and you're goin' to git your reward."</p> + +<p>An astonished "Oh!" came up from the assemblage.</p> + +<p>"Out with it," said Bob Wood, in his coarse, rough voice.</p> + +<p>"Well, fust," said Hiram, his face glowing with animation, +"you know we got up a subscription to pay for the +barge and made me treasurer, cuz I worked in a deacon's +family. Wall, when I asked Bill Stalker to-night how much +the bill would be, just to see if I'd got enough, he told me +that a Mr. Sawyer, who said he 'boarded down to Deacon +Mason's, had paid the hull bill and given him a dollar beside +for hisself." Cheers and the clapping of hands showed +that the city fellow's liberality was appreciated by a majority, +at least, of the singing society. "When we git on the +barge I'll pay yer back yer money, and the ride won't cost +any one on us a durn cent. That ain't all. Mr. Sawyer jest +told me hisself that when he was over to Eastborough +Centre yesterday he ordered a hot supper for the whole +caboodle, and it'll be ready for us when we git over to the +Eagle Hotel. So come along and git your seats in the +barge." A wild rush was made for the door, but Hiram +backed against it and screamed at the top of his voice: +"No two girls must sit close together. Fust a girl, then a +feller, next a girl, then a feller, next a girl, then a feller, +that's the rule."</p> + +<p>He opened the door and dashed out, followed by all the +members of the society excepting the Professor and 'Zekiel, +who were left alone in the room.</p> + +<p>"See that flock of sheep," said the Professor to 'Zekiel,<a name="Page_19" id="Page_19"></a> +with a strong touch of sarcasm in his tone. "That's what +makes me so cussed mad. Brains and glorious achievement +count for nothin' in this community. If a city swell +comes along with a pocketful of money and just cries, +'Baa,' over the fence they all go after him."</p> + +<p>"Hasn't it always been so?" asked 'Zekiel.</p> + +<p>"Not a bit of it," said Strout. "In the old days, kings +and queens and princes used to search for modest merit, +and when found they rewarded it. Nowadays modest merit +has to holler and yell and screech to make folks look at it."</p> + +<p>Hiram again appeared in the room, beckoning to the two +occupants.</p> + +<p>"Say, ain't you two comin' along?" he cried. "We've +saved good places for yer."</p> + +<p>"Where's Mr. Sawyer?" asked 'Zekiel.</p> + +<p>"Oh, he's goin' along with the crowd," said Hiram; "he's +got a seat in between Miss Putnam and Miss Mason, and +looks as snug as a bug in a rug. There's a place for you, +Mr. Pettengill, between Miss Mason and Mandy, and I +comes in between Mandy and Mrs. Hawkins. Mandy +wanted her mother to go cuz she works so confounded hard +and gits out of doors so seldom, and there's a seat 'tween +Mrs. Hawkins and Tilly James for the Professor, and Sam +Hill's t'other side of Tilly and nex' to S'frina Cotton."</p> + +<p>"I guess I can't go," said 'Zekiel. "The house is all alone, +and I'm kind of 'fraid thet thet last hoss I bought may get +into trouble again as he did last night. So I guess I'd +better go home and look arter things." Leaning over he +whispered in Hiram's ear, "I reckon you'd better take the +seat between Huldy and Mandy, you don't want ter +separate a mother from her daughter, you know."</p> + +<p>"All right," said Hiram, with a knowing wink, "I'm +satisfied to obleege."</p> + +<p>Hiram then turned to the Professor: "Ain't yer goin', +Mr. Strout?"</p><p><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20"></a></p> + +<p>"When this sleigh ride was projected," said the Professor +with dignity, "I s'posed it was to be for the members of the +singin' class and not for boardin' mistresses and city +loafers."</p> + +<p>"I guess it don't make much difference who goes," replied +Hiram, "as long as we git a free ride and a free supper +for nothing."</p> + +<p>"Present my compliments to Mr. Sawyer," said the Professor, +"and tell him I've had my supper, and as I don't +belong to a fire company, I don't care for crackers and +cheese and coffee so late in the evenin'."</p> + +<p>"Oh, bosh!" cried Hiram, "it's goin' to be a turkey supper, +with fried chicken and salery and cranberry juice, and +each feller's to have a bottle of cider and each girl a bottle +of ginger ale."</p> + +<p>A horn was heard outside, it being the signal for the +starting of the barge. Without stopping to say good-by, +Hiram rushed out of the room, secured his seat in the barge, +and with loud cheers the merry party started off on their +journey.</p> + +<p>The Professor extinguished the lights and accompanied +by 'Zekiel left the building. He locked the door and hung +the key in its accustomed place, for no one at Mason's Corner +ever imagined that a thief could be so bad as to steal +anything from a schoolhouse. And it was once argued in +town meeting that if a tramp got into it and thus escaped +freezing, that was better than to have the town pay for +burying him.</p> + +<p>Both men walked along silently until they reached Mrs. +Hawkins' boarding house; here the Professor stopped and +bade 'Zekiel good night. After doing so he added:</p> + +<p>"Pettengill, you and me must jine agin the common +enemy. This town ain't big enough to hold us and this +destroyer of our happiness, and we must find some way of +smokin' him out."</p><p><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21"></a></p> + +<p>The slumbers of both 'Zekiel and the Professor were +broken when the jolly party returned home after midnight. +'Zekiel recalled Hiram's description of the arrangement of +seats, and another deep sigh escaped him; but this time +there were no leafless trees and winter wind to supply an +echo.</p> + +<p>The Professor's half-awakened mind travelled in very +different channels. He imagined himself engaged in several +verbal disputes with a number of fisticuff encounters in +which he invariably proved to be too much for the city +fellow. Just before he sank again into a deep sleep he +imagined that the entire population of Mason's Corner +escorted a certain young man forcibly to the railroad station +at Eastborough Centre and put him in charge of the +expressman, to be delivered in Boston. And that young +man, in the Professor's dream, had a tag tied to the lapel of +his coat upon which was written, "Quincy Adams Sawyer."</p><p><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22"></a></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_II" id="CHAPTER_II"></a>CHAPTER II.</h2> + +<h3>MASON'S CORNER FOLKS.<br /></h3> + +<p>In 186—the town of Eastborough was located in the +southeastern part of Massachusetts, in the county of +Normouth. It was a large town, being fully five miles +wide from east to west and from five to seven miles long, +the northern and southern boundaries being very irregular.</p> + +<p>The town contained three villages; the western one being +known as West Eastborough, the middle one as Eastborough +Centre, and the easterly one as Mason's Corner. +West Eastborough was exclusively a farming section, having +no store or post office. As the extreme western boundary +was only a mile and a half from Eastborough Centre, +the farmers of the western section of the town were well +accommodated at the Centre. The middle section contained +the railroad station, at which five trains a day, each +way, to and from Boston, made regular stops. The Centre +contained the Town Hall, two churches, a hotel, and express +office, a bank, newspaper office, and several general +stores. Not very far from the hotel, on a side road, was +the Almshouse, or Poorhouse, as it was always called by +the citizens of Eastborough.</p> + +<p>Between the Centre and Mason's Corner was a long +interval of three miles. The land bordering the lower and +most direct route was, to a great extent, hilly and rocky, +or full of sand and clay pits. The upper and longest road +ran through a more fertile section. The village of Mason's +Corner contained the best arable land in the town, and the +village had increased in population and wealth much faster +than the other sections of the town. To the east of the village<a name="Page_23" id="Page_23"></a> +of Mason's Corner lay the town of Montrose, and beyond +that town was situated the thriving city of Cottonton, +devoted largely, as its name indicated, to the textile manufacturing +industries.</p> + +<p>The best known and most popular resident of Mason's +Corner was Deacon Abraham Mason. He was a retired +farmer on the shady side of fifty. He had married young +and worked very hard, his labors being rewarded with pecuniary +success. When a little over fifty, he gave up active +farm work and devoted his time to buying and selling real +estate, and to church and town affairs, in both of which he +was greatly interested. His house stood about halfway +down a somewhat steep hill, the road over which, at the +top, made a sharp turn. It was this turn which had received +the appellation of Mason's Corner and from which the +village eventually had taken its name.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Sophia Mason, the Deacon's wife, was a little less +than fifty years of age. She was a comely, bright-faced, +bright-eyed, and energetic woman, who had been both a +loving wife and a valued helpmeet to her husband. Their +only living child was a daughter named Huldah Ann, about +nineteen years of age, and considered by many to be the +prettiest and smartest girl in Mason's Corner. The only +other resident in Deacon Mason's house was Hiram Maxwell, +a young man about thirty years of age. He had been +a farm hand, but had enlisted in 1861, and served through +the war. On his return home he was hired by Deacon +Mason to do such chores as required a man's strength, for +the Deacon's business took him away from home a great +deal. Hiram was not exactly what would be called a pronounced +stutterer or stammerer; but when he was excited +or had a matter of more than ordinary importance to communicate, +a sort of lingual paralysis seemed to overtake +him and interfered materially with the vocal expression of +his thoughts and ideas. Type would be inadequate to express<a name="Page_24" id="Page_24"></a> +the facial contortions and what might be termed the +chromatic scales of vocal expression in which he often indulged, +and they are, therefore, left for full comprehension +to those of inventive and vivid imaginative powers. This +fact should not be lost sight of in following the fortunes of +this brave soldier, honest lover, good husband, and successful +business man.</p> + +<p>The Pettengill homestead was situated on the other side +of the road, southwest from Deacon Mason's house. +Ezekiel's grandfather had left three sons, Abraham, Isaac, +and Jacob, the latter being Ezekiel's father. Abraham had +died when he was a young man, and Jacob had been dead +about five years. Uncle Ike was in his seventy-sixth year, +and was Ezekiel's only living near relative, with the exception +of his sister Alice, who had left home soon after her +father's death and was now employed as bookkeeper in a +large dry goods store in Boston.</p> + +<p>Ezekiel was about twenty-eight years of age, being seven +years older than his sister. He was a hardy, strong-willed, +self-reliant young fellow. He loved farming and had resolved +to make a better living out of it than his father had +ever done. A strong incentive to win success proceeded +from the fact that he had long been in love with "Huldy +Ann," the Deacon's daughter, and he had every reason to +believe that his affection was returned, although no formal +engagement existed between them, and marriage had never +been spoken of by them or the young lady's parents.</p> + +<p>Uncle Ike Pettengill had been a successful business man +in Boston, but at the age of sixty had wearied of city life, +and decided to spend the rest of his days in the country. +Despite the objections of his wife and two grown up daughters, +he sold out his business, conveyed two-thirds of his +property to his wife and children, and invested the remaining +third in an annuity, which gave him sufficient income +for a comfortable support. He did not live at the Pettengill<a name="Page_25" id="Page_25"></a> +house, but in a little two-roomed cottage or cabin that he +had had built for him on the lower road, about halfway +between Mason's Corner and Eastborough Centre. A +short distance beyond his little house, a crossroad, not very +often used, connected the upper and lower roads. Uncle +Ike had a fair-sized library, read magazines and weekly +papers, but never looked at a daily newspaper. His only +companions were about two hundred hens and chickens and +a big St. Bernard dog which he had named "Swiss," after +his native land.</p> + +<p>The other residents of the Pettengill homestead were +two young men named Jim and Bill Cobb, who aided +Ezekiel in his farm work, and Mandy Skinner, the "help," +who was in reality the housekeeper of the establishment. +Jim and Bill Cobb were orphans, Jim being about twenty-one +and Bill three years older. When young they resembled +each other very closely, for this reason they had +been nicknamed "Cobb's Twins," and the name had clung +to them, even after they had reached manhood.</p> + +<p>Mandy Skinner was about twenty-three, and was the only +child of Malachi and Martha Skinner. Her father was dead, +but her mother had married again and was now Mrs. Jonas +Hawkins, the proprietor of Mrs. Hawkins's boarding house, +which was situated in the square opposite Hill's grocery, +and about a quarter of a mile from the top of Mason's Hill. +Mandy had a double burden upon her shoulders. One was +the care of such a large house and family, and the other +was the constant necessity of repelling the lover-like hints +and suggestions of Hiram Maxwell, who was always ready +and willing to overlook his work at Deacon Mason's so +that he could run down and see if Mandy wanted him to do +anything for her.</p> + +<p>Hill's grocery was owned and carried on by Benoni Hill +and his son Samuel. Their residence was on the easterly +edge of the town, being next to the one occupied by old<a name="Page_26" id="Page_26"></a> +Ben James, who was a widower with one daughter, Miss +Matilda James.</p> + +<p>About a quarter of a mile east of Hill's grocery was the +village church, presided over by the Rev. Caleb Howe. He +had one son, Emmanuel, who had graduated at Harvard +and had intended to fit for the ministry, but his health had +failed him and he had temporarily abandoned his studies. +He was a great admirer of Miss Lindy Putnam, because, as +he said, she was so pretty and accomplished. But after +long debate one evening at the grocery store, it had been +decided without a dissenting vote that "the minister's son +was a lazy 'good-for-nothing', and that he wanted the +money more than he did the gal." The village schoolhouse +stood a short distance eastward from the church. The +teacher, Miss Seraphina Cotton, a maiden lady of uncertain +age, who boasted that the city of Cottonton was named after +her grandfather, boarded at the Rev. Mr. Howe's, and was +ardently attached to the minister's wife, who was an invalid +and rarely seen outside of her home.</p> + +<p>On the upper road, about half a mile to the west of Deacon +Mason's, lived Mr. and Mrs. Silas Putnam. They +owned the largest house and best farm at Mason's Corner. +They were reputed to be quite wealthy and it was known +for a sure fact that their only daughter, Lindy, was worth +one hundred thousand dollars in her own right, it having +been left to her by her only brother, J. Jones Putnam, who +had died in Boston about five years before.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Hawkins had a large house, but it was always full +of boarders, all of the masculine gender. Mrs. Hawkins +had declared on several occasions that she'd "sooner have +the itch than a girl boarder." She was a hard-working +woman and had but one assistant, a young girl named +Betsy Green, one of whose sisters was "working-out" up at +Mrs. Putnam's. Mrs. Hawkins's husband, his wife declared,<a name="Page_27" id="Page_27"></a> +was "no account nohow," and for the present her estimate +of him must be accepted without question.</p> + +<p>Among Mrs. Hawkins's twelve boarders were Robert +Wood and Benjamin Bates, two young men who were natives +of Montrose. Bates was a brick and stone mason, +and Wood was a carpenter, and they had been quite busily +employed during the two years they had lived at Mason's +Corner.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Hawkins owned a buggy and carryall and a couple +of fairly good horses. They were cared for by Abner Stiles. +He was often called upon to carry passengers over to the +railway station at the Centre, and was the mail carrier between +the Centre and Mason's Corner, for the latter village +had a post office, which was located in Hill's grocery, Mr. +Benoni Hill being the postmaster.</p> + +<p>Since his return from the war Mr. Obadiah Strout had +been Mrs. Hawkins's star boarder. He sat at the head of +the table and acted as moderator during the wordy discussions +which accompanied every meal. Abner Stiles believed +implicitly in the manifest superiority of Obadiah +Strout over the other residents of Mason's Corner. He +was his firm ally and henchman, serving him as a dog does +his master, not for pay, but because he loves the service.</p> + +<p>Mr. Strout was often called the "Professor" because he +was the singing-master of the village and gave lessons in +instrumental and vocal music. The love of music was another +bond of union between Strout and Stiles, for the latter +was a skilful, if not educated, performer on the violin.</p> + +<p>The Professor was about forty years of age, stout in person, +with smooth shaven face and florid complexion. In +Eastborough town matters he was a general factotum. He +had been an undertaker's assistant and had worked for the +superintendent of the Poorhouse. In due season and in +turn he had been appointed to and had filled the positions of +fence viewer, road inspector, hog reeve, pound keeper, and<a name="Page_28" id="Page_28"></a> +the year previous he had been chosen tax collector. Abner +Stiles said that there "wasn't a better man in town for +selectman and he knew he'd get there one of these days."</p> + +<p>To those residents of Mason's Corner whose names have +been given, whose homes have been described and some +whose personal peculiarities have been portrayed, must be +added a late arrival. The new-comer whose advent in town +during Christmas week had caused so much discussion at +the rehearsal in the old red schoolhouse, and whose liberality +in providing a hot supper with all the fixings for the +sleighing party from Mason's Corner, when it arrived at +the Eagle Hotel at Eastborough Centre, had won, at a +bound, the hearts of the majority of the younger residents +of Mason's Corner. The village gossips wondered who he +was, what he was, what he came for, and how long he +intended to stay. If these questions had been asked of him +personally, he might have returned answers to the first +three questions, but it would have been beyond his power +to have answered the fourth inquiry at that time. But the +sayings and doings of certain individuals, and a chain of +circumstances not of his own creation and beyond his personal +control, conspired to keep him there for a period of +nearly four months. During that time certain things were +said and done, certain people were met and certain events +took place which changed the entire current of this young +man's future life, which shows plainly that we are all creatures +of circumstance and that a man's success or failure +in life may often depend as much or even more upon his +environment than upon himself.</p><p><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29"></a></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_III" id="CHAPTER_III"></a>CHAPTER III.</h2> + +<h3>THE CONCERT IN THE TOWN HALL.<br /></h3> + +<p>It was the evening of New Year's day, 186—. The leading +people, in fact nearly all the people of the three +villages forming the town of Eastborough, were assembled +in the Town Hall at Eastborough Centre. The evening was +pleasant and this fact had contributed to draw together the +largest audience ever assembled in that hall. Not only was +every seat taken, but the aisles were also crowded, while +many of the younger citizens had been lifted up to eligible +positions in the wide window seats of the dozen great windows +on three sides of the large hall.</p> + +<p>The large attendance was also due in part to the fact +that a new and original musical composition by Mr. Strout, +the singing-master, would be sung for the first time in public. +Again, it had been whispered up at Hill's grocery at +Mason's Corner that the young city fellow who was boarding +at Deacon Mason's was going to be present, and this +rumor led to a greatly increased attendance from that +village.</p> + +<p>The audience was a typical one of such communities at +that period; horny-handed farmers with long shaggy beards +and unkempt hair, dressed in ill-fitting black suits; matronly +looking farmers' wives in their Sunday best; rosy-cheeked +daughters full of fun and vivacity and chattering like magpies; +tall, lank, awkward, bashful sons, and red-haired, +black-haired, and tow-headed urchins of both sexes, the +latter awaiting the events of the evening with the wild anticipations<a name="Page_30" id="Page_30"></a> +that are usually called forth only by the advent +of a circus.</p> + +<p>The members of the chorus were seated on the large platform, +the girls being on the right and the fellows on the +left. A loud hum of conversation arose from the audience +and chorus, a constant turning over and rattling of programmes +gave a cheerful and animated appearance to the +scene. The centre door at the rear of the platform was +opened and all eyes were turned in that direction, the chorus +twisting their necks or turning half 'round in their seats.</p> + +<p>Professor Strout entered and was greeted with a loud +burst of applause. He wore a dress suit that he had hired +in Boston, and there was a large white rose in the lapel of +his coat. He was accompanied by Miss Tilly James, the +pianist, who wore a handsome wine-colored silk dress that +had been made for the occasion by the best dressmaker in +Cottonton. As she took her place at the piano and ran her +fingers over the keys, she, too, came in for a liberal round +of applause. Professor Strout bowed to the audience, then +turning his back upon them, he stood with baton uplifted +facing the chorus and waiting the advent of the town committee. +Every eye in the audience was fixed upon the programme. +It contained the information that the first number +was an opening chorus entitled, "Welcome to the Town +Committee," written and composed by Professor Obadiah +Strout and sung for the first time with great success at the +last annual concert.</p> + +<p>The door at the rear of the platform was opened again +and Deacon Abraham Mason, the Rev. Caleb Howe, and +Mr. Benoni Hill, the members of the town committee on +singing school, entered. Deacon Mason was accompanied +by Quincy Adams Sawyer, and all eyes were fastened on +the couple as they took their seats at the right of the platform, +the Rev. Mr. Howe and Mr. Hill being seated on the +left.</p><p><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31"></a></p> + +<p>Quincy Adams Sawyer in appearance and dress was a +marked contrast to the stout, hardy, and rugged young +farmers of Eastborough. He had dark hair, dark eyes, and +a small black mustache curled at the ends. His face was +pallid, but there was a look of determination in the firmly +set jaw, resolute mouth, and sharp eye. He wore a dark +suit with Prince Albert coat. Upon one arm hung an overcoat +of light-colored cloth. He wore light-brown kid +gloves and in one hand carried a light-colored Kossuth hat.</p> + +<p>As soon as the committee and their guest had taken their +seats, Professor Strout tapped upon his music stand with +his baton and the members of the Eastborough Singing +Society arose to their feet with that total disregard of uniformity +and unanimity of motion that always characterizes +a body of undrilled performers. Each girl was obliged to +look at her own dress and that of her neighbor to see if +they were all right, while each fellow felt it absolutely necessary +to shuffle his feet, pull down his cuffs, pull up his collar, +and arrange his necktie. Despite the confusion and +individual preparations the chorus took the opening note +promptly and sang the "Welcome to the Town Committee" +with a spirit and precision which well merited the applause +it received. The words were not printed on the programme, +but they conveyed the idea that the members of the singing +class were very much obliged to the town committee +for hiring a singing-master and paying his salary. Also +that the members of the chorus had studied hard to learn to +sing and would do their best that evening as a return for +the favors-bestowed upon them by the town.</p> + +<p>Professor Strout then advanced to the edge of the platform +and called the attention of the audience to the second +number upon the programme which read, "Address by +Abraham Mason, Esq." Prof. Strout added that by special +request Deacon Mason's remarks would relate to the subject +of "Education." The Deacon drew a large red bandanna +<a name="Page_32" id="Page_32"></a>handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the perspiration +from his forehead, blew his nose vigorously, and then +advanced to the centre of the platform near the music stand.</p> + +<p>"I dote on eddikation," he began; "it makes the taxes +high; I've lived in this town man and boy more'n fifty year +and I never saw them anythin' but high." A general +laugh greeted this remark. "But when I'm in town meetin' +I allus votes an aye to make our schools as good as +those found in neighborin' towns, and none of them are +any too good. For my political actions I'm proud to give +my grounds, for I never cast a vote that I was ashamed to +give my reasons for." A burst of applause followed this +declaration.</p> + +<p>"Years back when I was young, we had no modern +notions. We had to be satisfied with the three R's, Readin', +'Ritin', and 'Rithmetic, and larnin' was dealt out in rather +meagre potions, 'bout three months in the winter after the +wood was cut, sawed and split, and piled up in the wood-shed. +We allus had to work in the summer, make hay and +fill the barn in, and not till winter come could get a speck +of larnin,' and then it took most of our time to pile wood +into the stove and settle our personal accounts with the +teacher." An audible titter ran through the audience at this +sally. "And yet when I was young, though this community +was rather behind in letters, no people in the land could +say they were our betters. But now the world is changed, +we live without such grubbin', learn Latin, French, and +Greek, how to walk Spanish, talk Dutch, draw picters, +keep books, fizziology, and lots of other 'ologies and much +piano drubbin'. Now what brought this about? I think +I have a notion; you know the immergrants from about +every country under the sun have piled across the ocean. +They've done the diggin' and other rough work and we've +thruv on their labor. I have some ready cash. Mr. Strout +comes 'round and gets some of't every year, and likewise<a name="Page_33" id="Page_33"></a> +<a name="Page_34" id="Page_34"></a><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35"></a>my neighbor has some put aside for a rainy day." Many +of the audience who probably had nothing laid aside +glanced at the well-to-do farmers who had the reputation of +being well fixed as regards this world's goods. "Perhaps +I'm doin' wrong, but I would like my darter to know as +much as those that's likely to come arter. But if the world +keeps on its progress so bewild'rin' and they put some more +'ologies into the schools together with cabinet organs and +fife and drum, I'm afraid it will cost my darter more than +it did me to eddikate her childrin."</p> + +<p>A storm of applause filled the hall when the Deacon concluded +his remarks. As he resumed his chair, Quincy +handed him a tumbler of water that he had poured from a +pitcher that stood upon a table near the piano. This act +of courtesy was seen and appreciated by the audience and a +loud clapping of hands followed. At the commencement +of the Deacon's speech, the Professor had left the platform, +for it gave him an opportunity for an intended change of +costume, for which time could be found at no other place +on the programme. It was a marvellous rig that he wore +when he reappeared. A pair of white duck pantaloons, +stiffly starched, were strapped under a pair of substantial, +well-greased, cowhide boots. The waistcoat was of bright-red +cloth with brass buttons. The long-tailed blue broad-cloth +coat was also supplied with big brass buttons. He +wore a high linen dickey and a necktie made of a small silk +American flag. On his head he had a cream-colored, woolly +plug hat and carried in his hand a baton resembling a small +barber's pole, having alternate stripes of red, white, and +blue with gilded ends.</p> + +<div class="figcenter"> + <a name="image1" id="image1" href="images/image1.png"> + <img src="images/image1-tn.png" alt="It Was A Marvellous Rig That He Wore When He Reappeared." + title="It Was A Marvellous Rig That He Wore When He Reappeared." /> + </a> + <p class="caption">It Was A Marvellous Rig That He Wore When He Reappeared.</p> +</div> + +<p>The appearance of this apparition of Uncle Sam was +received with cries, cheers, and loud clapping of hands. The +Professor bowed repeatedly in response to this ovation, and +it was a long time before he could make himself heard by +the audience. At last he said in a loud voice:</p><p><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36"></a></p> + +<p>"The audience will find the words of number three +printed on the last page of the programme, and young and +old are respectfully invited to jine in the chorus."</p> + +<p>A fluttering of programmes followed and this is what the +audience found on the last page, "Hark! and Hear the Eagle +Scream, a new and original American national air written, +composed, and sung for the first time in public by Professor +Obadiah Strout, author of last season's great success, 'Welcome +to the Town Committee,'"</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i8">I.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">They say our wheat's by far the best;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Our Injun corn will bear the test;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Our butter, beef, and pork and cheese,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The furriner's appetite can please.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The beans and fishballs that we can<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Will keep alive an Englishman;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">While many things I can't relate<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He must buy from us or emigrate.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">CHORUS:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Raise your voices, swing the banners,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Pound the drums and bang pianners;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Blow the fife and shriek for freedom,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">'Meriky is bound to lead 'em.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Emigrate! ye toiling millions!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sile enuf for tens of billions!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Land of honey, buttermilk, cream;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Hark! and hear the eagle scream.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> + +<span class="i8">II.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">In manufactures, too, we're some;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Take rubber shoes and chewing gum;<br /></span><p><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37"></a></p> +<span class="i2">In cotton cloth, and woollen, too,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In time we shall outrival you;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Our ships with ev'ry wind and tide,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With England's own will sail beside,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In ev'ry port our flag unfurled,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When the Stars and Stripes will rule the world.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">CHORUS:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> + +<span class="i8">III.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">For gold and silver, man and woman,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For things that's raided, made, dug, or human,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">'Meriky's the coming nation;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She's-bound to conquer all creation!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Per'aps you call this brag and bluster;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">No, 'taint nuther, for we muster<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The best of brain, the mighty dollar;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">We'll lead on, let others foller.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">CHORUS:<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Professor Strout sang the solo part of the song himself. +The singing society and many of the audience joined in the +chorus. Like many teachers of vocal music, the Professor +had very little voice himself, but he knew how to make +the best possible use of what he did possess. But the patriotic +sentiment of the words, the eccentric make-up of the +singer his comical contortions and odd grimaces, and what +was really a bright, tuneful melody won a marked success +for both song and singer. Encore followed encore. Like +many more cultured audiences in large cities the one assembled +in Eastborough Town Hall seemed to think that +there was no limit to a free concert and that they were +entitled to all they could get. But the Professor himself +fixed the limit. When the song had been sung through +three times he ran up the centre aisle of the platform and +facing the audience, he directed the chorus, holding the +<a name="Page_38" id="Page_38"></a>variegated baton in one hand and swinging his woolly plug +hat around his head with the other. At the close, amid +screams, cheers, and clapping of hands, he turned upon his +heel, dashed through the door and disappeared from sight.</p> + +<p>The next number upon the programme was a piano solo +by Miss Tilly James. Nothing could have pleased her audience +any better than the well-known strains of the ever +popular "Maiden's Prayer." In response to an encore +which Quincy originated, and dexterously led, Miss James +played the overture to Rossini's "William Tell" without +notes. A fact which was perceived by the few, but unnoticed +by the many.</p> + +<p>At the close of these instrumental selections, the Professor +reappeared in evening costume and again assumed +the directorship of the concert. Robert Wood had a ponderous +bass voice, which if not highly cultivated was highly +effective, and he sang "Simon the Cellarer" to great acceptation. +Next followed a number of selections sung +without accompaniment by a male quartette composed of +Cobb's twins, who were both tenors, Benjamin Bates, and +Robert Wood. This feature was loudly applauded and one +old farmer remarked to his neighbor, who was evidently +deaf, in a loud voice that was heard all over the hall, "That's +the kind of music that fetches me," which declaration was a +signal for another encore.</p> + +<p>The singing society then sang a barcarolle, the words of +the first line being, "Of the sea, our yacht is the pride." It +went over the heads of most of the audience, but was greatly +appreciated fey the limited few who were acquainted with +the difficulties of accidentals, syncopations, and inverted +musical phrases.</p> + +<p>According to the programme the next feature was to be +a duet entitled "Over the Bridge," composed by Jewell and +sung by Arthur Scates and Miss Lindy Putnam. The Professor +<a name="Page_39" id="Page_39"></a>stepped forward and waved his hand to quiet the +somewhat noisy assemblage.</p> + +<p>"The next number will have to be omitted," he said, +"because Mr. Scates is home sick abed. The doctor says +he's got a bad case of quinsy," with a marked emphasis on +the last word, which, however, failed to make a point. "In +response to requests, one verse of 'Hark! and Hear the +Eagle Scream' will be sung to take the place of the piece +that's left out."</p> + +<p>While the Professor was addressing the audience, Quincy +had whispered something in Deacon Mason's ear which +caused the latter to smile and nod his head approvingly. +Quincy arose and reached the Professor's side just as the +latter finished speaking and turned towards the chorus. +Quincy said something in a low tone to the Professor which +caused Mr. Strout to shake his head in the negative in a +most pronounced manner. Quincy spoke again and looked +towards Miss Putnam, who was seated in the front row, +and whose face wore a somewhat disappointed look.</p> + +<p>Again the Professor shook his head by way of negation +and the words, "It can't be did," were distinctly audible to +the majority of both singing society and audience, at the +same time a look of contempt spread over the singing-master's +face. Quincy perceived it and was nettled by it. +He was not daunted, however, nor to be shaken from his +purpose, so he said in a loud voice, which was heard in all +parts of the hall: "I know the song, and will sing it if +Miss Putnam and the audience are willing."</p> + +<p>With a smile upon her face, Miss Putnam nodded her +acquiescence. All the townspeople had heard of Quincy's +liberality in providing a hot supper for the sleighing party +the night before, and cries of "Go ahead! Give him a +chance! We want to hear him!" and "Don't disappoint +Miss Putnam," were heard from all parts of the hall. The +Professor was obliged to give in. He sat down with a +<a name="Page_40" id="Page_40"></a>disgusted look upon his face, and from that moment war +to the knife was declared between these champions of city +and country civilization.</p> + +<p>Mr. Sawyer went to the piano, opened Miss James's copy +of the music and placed it upon the music rack before her, +saying a few words to her which caused her to smile. +Quincy then approached Lindy, opened her music at the +proper place and passed it to her. Next he took her hand +and led her to the front of the platform. These little acts +of courtesy and politeness, performed in an easy, graceful, +and self-possessed manner, were seen by all and won a +round of applause.</p> + +<p>The duet was beautifully sung. Quincy had a fine well-trained +tenor voice, while Miss Putnam's mezzo-soprano +was full and melodious and her rendition fully as artistic +as that of her companion. One, two, three, four, five, six +encores followed each other in quick succession, in spite of +Professor Strout's endeavors to quell the applause and +take up the next number. The ovation given earlier in the +evening to Professor Strout was weak in comparison with +that vouchsafed to Quincy and Lindy when they took their +seats. In vain did the Professor strive to make himself +heard. Audience and chorus seemed to be of one mind. +The Professor, his face as red as a beet, turned to Ezekiel +Pettengill and said:</p> + +<p>"That was a mighty impudent piece of business, don't +you think so?"</p> + +<p>"They're both mighty fine singers," Ezekiel responded +in a rather unsympathetic tone.</p> + +<p>Quincy realized that something must be done to satisfy +the demands of the now thoroughly excited audience. +Going to Miss James, he asked her a question in a low +voice, in reply to which she nodded affirmatively. He next +sought Miss Putnam and evidently asked her the same +question, receiving a similar answer. Then he led her forward, +<a name="Page_41" id="Page_41"></a>and she sang the opening part of "Listen to the +Mocking Bird." After they had sung the chorus it was +repeated on the piano and Quincy electrified the audience +by whistling it, introducing all the trills, staccatos, and +roulades that he had heard so many times come from under +Billy Morris's big mustache at the little Opera House on +Washington Street, opposite Milk, run by the Morris +Brothers, Johnny Pell, and Mr. Trowbridge, and when he +finished there flashed through his mind a pleasant memory +of Dr. Ordway and his Aeolians. An encore was responded +to, but the tumult still continued. Turning to Ezekiel, +Strout said:</p> + +<p>"Ain't it a cussed shame to spoil a first-class concert this +way?"</p> + +<p>"He's a mighty fine whistler," replied Ezekiel in the +same tone that he had used before.</p> + +<p>Finally to quiet their exuberance Quincy was obliged to +say a few words, which were evidently what the audience +was waiting for.</p> + +<p>"Ladies and gentlemen," he said, "the hour is getting +late and there is another number on the programme. Miss +Putnam is tired and I shall have to wet my whistle before +I can use it again. I thank you for your kind indulgence +and applause."</p> + +<p>This little speech pleased the audience. It was down to +their level, with "no sign of stuckupativeness about it," as +one country girl remarked to her chum. Quincy bowed, +the audience laughed, and quiet was restored.</p> + +<p>The Professor had fidgeted, fumed, and fussed during +Quincy's occupancy of the platform. He now arose with +feelings impossible to express and took up his baton to lead +the closing chorus. He brought it down with such a +whack upon the music stand that it careened, tottered, and +fell to the platform with a crash. Tilly James leaned over +and whispered to Huldy Mason: "The Professor seems to +<a name="Page_42" id="Page_42"></a>have a bad attack of Quincy, too." And the two girls +smothered their laughs in their handkerchiefs. If the singing +society had not been so well acquainted with the closing +chorus the Professor certainly would have thrown them +out by his many mistakes in beating time. The piece was a +"sleighride" song. The Professor forgot to give the signal +for the ringing of the sleigh bells, but the members of the +singing society did not, and their introduction, which was +unexpected by the audience, to use a theatrical term, +"brought down the house." The number was well rendered, +despite the manifest defects in leadership. The concert +came to a close.</p> + +<p>Deacon Mason and his wife, accompanied by their +daughter, Huldy, and Rev. Mr. Howe, occupied a double +sleigh, as did Hiram, Mandy, and Cobb's twins. Another +double-seated conveyance contained Mr. and Mrs. Benoni +Hill, their son, Samuel, and Miss Tilly James. Quincy also +had accommodations for four in his sleigh, but its only +occupants were Miss Putnam and himself. Abner Stiles +sat on the front seat of another double-seated sleigh, while +the Professor and Ezekiel were on the back one; the remainder +of the Mason's Corner folks occupied the big +barge which had been used for the sleigh ride the night +before.</p> + +<p>The barge led the procession to Mason's Corner, +followed by the vehicles previously mentioned and scores +of others containing residents of Mason's Corner, whose +names and faces are alike unknown. By a strange fatality, +the sleigh containing the Professor and Ezekiel was the +last in the line. Ezekiel was inwardly elated that Mr. Sawyer +had gone home with Lindy instead of with Deacon +Mason's party. Strout's bosom held no feelings of elation. +He did not seem to care whether the concert was considered +a success or not. He had but one thought in his mind,<a name="Page_43" id="Page_43"></a> +<a name="Page_44" id="Page_44"></a><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45"></a>and that was the "daring impudence of that city feller." +Turning to Ezekiel, he said:</p> + +<p>"I'll get even with that city chap the next time I meet +him. As I said last night, Pettengill, this town ain't big +enough to 'hold both on us and one on us has got to git."</p> + +<p>As he said this, he leaned back in the sleigh and puffed +his cigar savagely while Ezekiel was wondering if Huldy +was thinking half as much about him as he was about her.</p><p><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46"></a></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_IV" id="CHAPTER_IV"></a>CHAPTER IV.</h2> + +<h3>ANCESTRY VERSUS PATRIOTISM.<br /></h3> + + +<p>Four days had passed since the concert in the Town +Hall at Eastborough. The events of that evening had +been freely discussed in barn and workshop, at table and at +the various stores in Eastborough and surrounding towns, +for quite a number had been present who were not residents +of the town. All interest in it had not, however, passed +away as subsequent occurrences proved.</p> + +<p>It was the morning of the fifth of January. Benoni Hill, +who ran the only grocery store at Mason's Corner, was +behind his counter and with the aid of his only son, Samuel, +was attending to the wants of several customers.</p> + +<p>While thus engaged, Miss Tilly James entered, and +young Samuel Hill forgot to ask the customer on whom he +had been waiting the usual question, "Anything else, +ma'am?" so anxious was he to speak to and wait upon the +pretty Miss James, whose bright eyes, dark curly hair, and +witty remarks had attracted to her side more suitors than +had fallen to the lot of any other young girl in the village. +As yet she had evinced no especial liking for any particular +one of the young men who flocked about her, and this +fact had only served to increase their admiration for her +and to spur them on to renewed efforts to win her favor.</p> + +<p>"Do you know, Miss James," said Samuel, "I can't get +it out of my ears yet." As he said this, he leaned over the +counter, and being a brave young man, looked straight into +Miss James's smiling face.</p><p><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47"></a></p> + +<p>"If all home remedies have failed," said Tilly, "why don't +you go to Boston and have a doctor examine them?"</p> + +<p>"What a joker you are!" remarked Samuel; "I believe +you will crack a joke on the minister the day you are married."</p> + +<p>"It may be my last chance," rejoined Tilly. "Mother +says the inside of a boiled onion put into the ear is good for +some troubles; give me a pound of tea, Oolong and green +mixed, same as we always have."</p> + +<p>As Samuel passed the neatly done up package to Miss +James, he leaned across the counter again and said in a +low voice, "You know what is in my ears, Miss James. +How beautifully you played for Mr. Sawyer when he +whistled 'Listen to the Mocking Bird.' I don't think I shall +ever forget it."</p> + +<p>"Well, I don't know about the playing, Mr. Hill. I came +near losing my place several times, because I wanted so +much to hear him whistle."</p> + +<p>During this conversation Tilly and Samuel had been so +preoccupied that they had not noticed the entrance of a +new-comer and his approach towards them. Only one +other customer, a little girl, was left in the store, and Mr. +Hill, Sr., had gone down cellar to draw her a quart of +molasses.</p> + +<p>As Tilly uttered the words, "I wanted so much to hear +him whistle," she heard behind her in clear, melodious, +flute-like notes, the opening measures of "Listen to the +Mocking Bird." Turning quickly, she saw Mr. Sawyer +standing beside her.</p> + +<p>"Why, how do you do, Mr. Sawyer? I am delighted to +see you again," she said in that hearty, whole-souled way +that was so captivating to her country admirers.</p> + +<p>"The delight is mutual," replied Quincy, raising his hat +and bowing.</p> + +<p>Samuel Hill was evidently somewhat disturbed by the +<a name="Page_48" id="Page_48"></a>great friendliness of the greetings that he had just witnessed. +This fact did not escape Tilly's quick eye, and turning +to Mr. Sawyer she said:</p> + +<p>"Have you been introduced to my friend, Mr. Samuel +Hill?"</p> + +<p>"I have not had that pleasure," replied Quincy. "This +is my first visit to the store."</p> + +<p>"Then allow me," continued Tilly, "to present you to +Mr. Samuel Hull and to Mr. Benoni Hill, his father, both +valued friends of mine," and she added, as a roguish smile +came into her face, "as they keep the only grocery store in +the village, you will be obliged to buy what they have and +pay them what they ask, unless you prefer a three-mile +tramp to Eastborough Centre."</p> + +<p>"I hope you're enjoyin' your stay at Mason's Corner," +said Mr. Benoni Hall, "though I don't s'pose you city folks +find much to please yer in a country town, 'specially in the +winter."</p> + +<p>"So far I have found two things that have pleased me +very much," replied Quincy.</p> + +<p>"The milk and eggs, I suppose," remarked Tilly.</p> + +<p>"No," said Quincy, "I refer to Miss Lindy Putnam's +fine singing and the beautiful playing of a young lady who +is called Miss James."</p> + +<p>"I have heard," said Tilly, "that you city gentlemen are +great flatterers. That is not the reason why I am obliged +to leave you so suddenly, but the fact is the tea caddy ran +low this morning and grandma's nerves will remain unstrung +until she gets a cup of strong tea."</p> + +<p>With a graceful bow and a parting wave of the hand to +the three gentlemen, the bright and popular young lady +left the store.</p> + +<p>"Mr. Hill," said Quincy, addressing the elder gentleman, +"I've smoked all the cigars that I brought from Boston, +but Deacon Mason told me perhaps you had some +<a name="Page_49" id="Page_49"></a>that would suit me. I like a good-sized, strong cigar and +one that burns freely."</p> + +<p>"Well," said Mr. Hill, "Professor Strout is the most partikler +customer I have in cigars; he says he always smokes +a pipe in the house, 'cause it don't hang round the room +so long as cigar smoke does, but he likes a good cigar to +smoke on the street or when he goes ridin'. I just had +a new box come down for him last night. Perhaps some +of them will satisfy yer till I can git jest the kind yer want."</p> + +<p>Mr. Hill took his claw-hammer and opening the box +passed it to Quincy, who took one of the cigars and lighted +it. As he did so he glanced at the brand and the names of +the makers, and remarked, "This is a good cigar, I've +smoked this brand before. What do you ask for them?"</p> + +<p>"I git ten cents straight, but as Mr. Strout always smokes +up the whole box before he gits through, though he don't +usually buy more than five at a time, I let him have 'em +for nine cents apiece. There ain't much made on them, +but yer see I have to obleege my customers."</p> + +<p>"You don't ask enough for them," said Quincy, throwing +down a twenty-dollar bill. "They sell for fifteen cents, +two for a quarter, in Boston."</p> + +<p>"How many will you have?" asked Mr. Hill, thinking +that Boston must be a paradise for shopkeepers, when seven +cents' profit could be made on a cigar that cost only eight +cents.</p> + +<p>"I'll take the whole box," said Quincy. "Call it ten +dollars, that's cheap enough. No matter about the discount." +As he said this he took half a dozen cigars from +the box and placed them in a silver-mounted, silk-embroidered +cigar case. "Please do them up for me, Mr. +Hill, and the next time Hiram Maxwell comes in he will +take them down to Deacon Mason's for me."</p> + +<p>After much rummaging through till and pocketbook, +Mr. Hill and his son found ten dollars in change, which +<a name="Page_50" id="Page_50"></a>was passed to Quincy. He stuffed the large wad of small +bills and fractional currency into his overcoat pocket and +sitting down on a pile of soap boxes drummed on the lower +one with his boot heels and puffed his cigar with evident +pleasure.</p> + +<p>While Quincy was thus pleasantly engaged, Professor +Strout entered the store and walked briskly up to the counter. +He did not see, or if he did, he did not notice, Quincy +who kept his place upon the pile of soap boxes. Strout +was followed by Abner Stiles, Robert Wood, and several +other idlers, who had been standing on the store platform +when the Professor arrived.</p> + +<p>"Did those cigars come down, Hill?" asked Strout in his +usual pompous way.</p> + +<p>"Yes!" replied Mr. Hill, "but I guess you'll have to wait +till I gut another box down."</p> + +<p>"What for?" asked Strout sharply. "Wa'n't it understood +between us that them cigars was to be kept for me?"</p> + +<p>"That's so," acknowledged Mr. Hill, "but you see, when +I told that gentleman on the soap box over yonder that you +smoked them, he bought the whole box, paid me a cent +more apiece than you do. A dollar's worth saving nowadays. +He says they sell for fifteen cents, two for a quarter, +up in Boston."</p> + +<p>"If he's so well posted on Boston prices," growled Strout, +"why didn't he pay them instead of cheatin' you out of two +dollars and a half? I consider it a very shabby trick, Mr. +Hill. I shall buy my cigars at Eastborough Centre in the +future. Perhaps you'll lose more than that dollar in the +long run."</p> + +<p>"Perhaps the gentleman will let you have some of them," +expostulated Mr. Hill, "till I can get another box."</p> + +<p>"All I can say is," said Strout in snappish tones, "if the +man who bought them knew that you got them for me, he +was no gentleman to take the whole box. What do yer +<a name="Page_51" id="Page_51"></a>say, Stiles?" he asked, turning to Abner, who had kept his +eyes fixed on the placid Quincy since entering the store, +though listening intently to what the Professor said.</p> + +<p>"Well, I kinder reckon I agree to what you say, Professor," +drawled Abner, "unless the other side has got some +sort of an explanation to make. 'Tain't quite fair to judge +a man without a hearin'."</p> + +<p>"Allow me to offer you one of your favorite brand, Professor +Strout," said Quincy, jumping down from the soap +boxes and extending his cigar case.</p> + +<p>"No! thank you!" said Strout, "I always buy a box at a +time, the same as you do. Judging from the smell of the +one you are smoking, I guess they made a mistake on that +box and sent second quality. Give me a five-cent plug, Mr. +Hill, if some gentleman hasn't bought out your whole +stock. I fancy my pipe will have to do me till I get a +chance to go over to Eastborough Centre."</p> + +<p>During this conversation Hiram Maxwell had come in to +do an errand for Mrs. Mason, and several more platform +idlers, having heard the Professor's loud words, also +entered.</p> + +<p>Strout was angry. When in that condition he usually +lost his head, which he did on this occasion. Turning to +Quincy he said with a voice full of passion:</p> + +<p>"What's yer name, anyway? You've got so many of +them I don't know which comes fust and which last. Is it +Quincy or Adams or Sawyer? How in thunder did you +get 'em all, anyway? I s'pose they tucked 'em on to you +when you was a baby and you was too weak to kick at +being so abused."</p> + +<p>At this sally a loud laugh arose from the crowd gathered +in the store, and Abner Stiles, who was the Professor's +henchman and man-of-all-work, cried out, "Fust blood for +the Professor."</p> + +<p>Quincy faced the Professor with a pale face and spoke in +<a name="Page_52" id="Page_52"></a>clear, ringing tones, still holding his lighted cigar between +the fingers of his right hand. When he spoke all listened +intently.</p> + +<p>"Your memory has served you well, Mr. Strout. You +have got my names correct and in the proper order, Quincy +Adams Sawyer. I do not consider that any child could be +abused by being obliged to wear such honored names as +those given me by my parents. My mother was a Quincy, +and that name is indissolubly connected with the history +and glory of our common country. My father's mother was +an Adams, a family that has given two Presidents to the +United States. If your knowledge of history is as great as +your memory for names you should be aware of these facts, +but your ignorance of them will not affect the opinion of +those knowing to them. My father, Nathaniel Adams Sawyer, +has a world-wide reputation as a great constitutional +lawyer, and I am proud to bear his name, combined with +those of my illustrious ancestors. It is needless for me to +add that I, too, am connected with the legal profession."</p> + +<p>Here Hiram Maxwell called out, "First round for Mr. +Sawyer."</p> + +<p>"Shut up, you dough-head," cried Strout, his face purple +with rage. Turning to Quincy he said in a choked +voice, "My name is Obadiah Strout, no frills or folderols +about it either. That was my father's name too, and he +lived and died an honest man, in spite of it. He raised +potatoes and one son, that was me. When the nation called +for volunteers I went to war to save the money bags of +such as you that stayed at home. It was such fellers as +you that made money out of mouldy biscuits and rotten +beef, shoddy clothin', and paper-soled boots. It was such +fellers as your father that lent their money to the government +and got big interest for it. They kept the war going +as long as they could. What cared they for the blood of +the poor soldier, as long as they could keep the profits and +<a name="Page_53" id="Page_53"></a>interest coming in? It wasn't the Quincys and the Adamses +and the other fellers with big names that stayed at home +and hollered who saved the country, but the rank and file +that did the fightin', and I was one of them."</p> + +<div class="figcenter"> + <a name="image2" id="image2" href="images/image2.png"> + <img src="images/image2-tn.png" alt="The Barge Led The Procession To Mason's Corner." + title="The Barge Led The Procession To Mason's Corner." /> + </a> + <p class="caption">The Barge Led The Procession To Mason's Corner.</p> +</div> + +<p>As he said this the irascible Professor shook his fist in +Quincy's face, to which a red flush mounted, dyeing cheek +and brow.</p> + +<p>"That's the Lord's truth," said Abner Stiles. Then he +called out in a loud voice, "Second round for the Professor. +Now for the finish."</p> + +<p>But the finish did not come then. The settlement between +these two lingual disputants did not come for many +days. The reason for a sudden cessation of the wordy conflict +was a shrill, feminine voice, which cried out from the +store platform:</p> + +<p>"Hiram Maxwell, where are you? Mother's most out of +patience waiting for you."</p> + +<p>"Good Lord!" cried Hiram, breaking through the crowd +and rushing to the counter to make the long-deferred purchase. +"I'm coming in a minute."</p> + +<p>"I think I had better see you home," remarked Huldy +Mason, entering the store.</p> + +<p>As she advanced the crowd separated and moved backward, +leaving her a dear path.</p> + +<p>"Why, how do you do, Mr. Sawyer?" said she in a pleasant +voice and with a sweet smile, as she reached Quincy. +"Won't you help me take Hiram home?"</p> + +<p>"I should be happy to be of service to you," replied +Quincy.</p> + +<p>The professor turned his back toward Miss Mason and +began talking in an animated manner to Abner Stiles, Bob +Wood, and a few other ardent sympathizers who gathered +about him.</p> + +<p>The rest of the crowd were evidently more interested in +watching the pretty Miss Mason and the genteel Mr. Sawyer.<a name="Page_54" id="Page_54"></a> +When Hiram left the store with his purchases under +one arm and Quincy's box of cigars under the other, he was +closely followed by Quincy and Huldy, who were talking +and laughing together. The crowd of loungers streamed +out on the platform again to watch their departure. As +Quincy and Huldy turned from the square into the road +that led to the Deacon's house they met Ezekiel Pettengill. +Huldy nodded gayly and Quincy raised his hat, but +Ezekiel was not acquainted with city customs and did not +return the salutation. A few moments later the Professor +and Abner Stiles were relating to him the exciting occurrences +of the last half hour.</p><p><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55"></a></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_V" id="CHAPTER_V"></a>CHAPTER V.</h2> + +<h3>MR. SAWYER MEETS UNCLE IKE.<br /></h3> + + +<p>Quincy Adams Sawyer had not come down to +Mason's Corner with any idea of becoming a hermit. +His father was a great lawyer and a very wealthy man. +He had made Quincy a large allowance during his college +days, and had doubled it when his only son entered his law +office to complete his studies.</p> + +<p>Quincy had worked hard in two ways; first, to read law, +so as to realize the great anticipations that his father had +concerning him; second, he worked still harder between +eight in the evening and one, two, and even four in the +morning, to get rid of the too large allowance that his father +made him.</p> + +<p>Like all great men, his father was unsuspicious and easily +hoodwinked about family matters; so when Quincy grew +listless and on certain occasions fell asleep at his desk his +renowned and indulgent father decided it was due to overwork +and sent him down to Eastborough for a month's rest +and change of scene.</p> + +<p>His father had known Isaac Pettengill, and in fact had +conducted many successful suits for him; besides this he +had drawn up the papers when Uncle Ike divided his fortune. +Quincy's father had written to Uncle Ike, asking +him to find his son a boarding place, and Uncle Ike had +selected Deacon Mason's as the best place for him.</p> + +<p>Quincy's father had told him to be sure and get acquainted +with Mr. Isaac Pettengill, saying he was a man of +<a name="Page_56" id="Page_56"></a>fine education, and added, "I sometimes feel, Quincy, as +though I would like to go into the country and take care of +a chicken farm myself for a while."</p> + +<p>His mother came of the best New England stock, and +although she had been named Sarah and her husband's +name was Nathaniel, we have seen that the son had been +endowed with the rather high-sounding name of Quincy +Adams, which his schoolmates had shortened to Quince, +and his college friends had still further abbreviated to +Quinn. Quincy had two sisters and they had been equally +honored with high-sounding appellations, the elder being +called Florence Estelle and the younger Maude Gertrude, +but to pa, ma, brother, and friends they were known as +Flossie and Gertie.</p> + +<p>The next day after the affair at Hill's grocery, Quincy +put several of the best cigars in town in his pocket and +started towards Eastborough Centre for a walk, intending +to call upon Uncle Ike Pettengill.</p> + +<p>The young man knew that late hours and their usual accompaniments +were what had undermined his health, so +he determined to make his vacation of good service to him +and recover his accustomed health and strength, and when +he returned home cut his old acquaintances and settle down +earnestly and honestly to the battle of life.</p> + +<p>He had teen a favorite in city society; he was well educated, +well read, had travelled considerably and was uniformly +polite and affable to all classes, from young children +to old men and women; he was very careful about his +dress, and always had that well-groomed appearance, which +in the city elicits commendation, but which leads the average +countryman to say "dude" to himself and near friends +when talking about him.</p> + +<p>Quincy was no dude; he had been prominent in all college +athletic games; he had been a member of the 'varsity eight +in one of its contests with Yale, and had won a game for<a name="Page_57" id="Page_57"></a> +Harvard with Yale at base ball by making a home run in the +tenth inning on a tied score. He was a good musician and +fine singer. In addition he was a graceful dancer, and had +taken lessons in boxing, until his feather-weight teacher +suggested that he had better find a heavy-weight instructor +to practise on.</p> + +<p>Quincy was in his twenty-third year. He had been in love +a dozen times, but, as he expressed it, had been saved from +matrimony by getting acquainted with a prettier girl just as +he was on the point of popping the question.</p> + +<p>But we left him walking along on his way to Eastborough +Centre. Deacon Mason had told him Uncle Ike's house +was away from the road, some hundred feet back, and that +he could not mistake it, as he could see the chicken coop +from the road. He finally reached it after traversing about +a mile and a half, it being another mile and a half to Eastborough +Centre.</p> + +<p>He found the path that led to the house. As he neared +the steps a huge dog arose from a reclining posture and +faced him, not in an ugly mood, but with an expression that +seemed to-say, "An introduction will be necessary before +you come any farther." The dog seemed to understand +that it was his duty to bring about the necessary introduction, +so he gave a series of loud barks. The door was +quickly opened and Uncle Ike stood in the doorway.</p> + +<p>"Do I address Mr. Isaac Pettengill?" asked Quincy.</p> + +<p>Uncle Ike replied, "That's what they write on my letters."</p> + +<p>Quincy continued, "My name is Quincy Adams Sawyer. +I am the only son of the Hon. Nathaniel Sawyer of Boston, +and I bear a letter of introduction from him to you."</p> + +<p>Quincy took the letter from his pocket and held it in his +hand. The dog made a quick movement forward and before +Quincy could divine his object, he took the letter in +his mouth and took it to Uncle Ike, and, returning, faced +Quincy again.</p><p><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58"></a></p> + +<p>Uncle Ike read the letter slowly and carefully; then he +turned to Quincy and said, "If you will talk about birds, +fish, dogs, and chickens, you are welcome, and I shall be +glad to see you now or any time. If you talk about lawsuits +or religion I shall be sorry that you came. I am sick +of lawyers and ministers. If you insist upon talking on such +subjects I'll tell Swiss, and the next time you come he +won't even bark to let me know you're here."</p> + +<p>Quincy took in the situation, and smiling said, "I am +tired of lawyers and lawsuits myself; that is the reason I +came down here for a change. The subjects you mention +will satisfy me, if you will allow me to put in a few words +about rowing, running, boxing, and football."</p> + +<p>Uncle Ike replied, "The physically perfect man I admire, +the intellectually perfect man is usually a big bore; I prefer +the company of my chickens." Turning to Swiss he said +with a marked change in his voice, "This is a friend of mine, +Swiss." Turning to Quincy he said, "He will admit you +until I give him directions to the contrary."</p> + +<p>The dog walked quietly to one side and Quincy advanced +with outstretched hand toward Uncle Ike.</p> + +<p>Uncle Ike did not extend his. He said, "I never shake +hands, young man. It is a hollow social custom. With +Damon and Pythias it meant something. One was ready +to die for the other, and that hand-clasp meant friendship +until death. How many hand shakings mean that nowadays? +Besides," with a queer smile, "I have just been +cutting up a broiler that I intend to cook for my dinner. +Come in, you are welcome on the conditions I have mentioned."</p> + +<p>Quincy obeyed and stepped into the kitchen of Sleepy +Hollow. He owned to himself in after years that that was +the most important step he had taken in life—the turning-point +in his career.</p><p><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59"></a></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_VI" id="CHAPTER_VI"></a>CHAPTER VI.</h2> + +<h3>SOME NEW IDEAS.<br /></h3> + + +<p>"Did you ever kill a chicken?" asked Uncle Ike, as +Quincy entered the room and took a seat in the willow +rocker Uncle Ike pointed out to him.</p> + +<p>"No," replied Quincy, "but out in Chicago I saw live +hogs killed, bristles taken off, cut up, assorted according to +kind and quality, and hung up to cool off, in three minutes."</p> + +<p>Uncle Ike responded vehemently, "Yes, I know, and it is +a shame to the American people that they allow such +things."</p> + +<p>"That may be true," said Quincy, "but even at that speed +they cannot kill and pack as fast as it is wanted."</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Uncle Ike, "in the old days man feared God, +and he treated man and beast better for that reason. In +these days man serves Mammon and he will do anything to +win his favor."</p> + +<p>"Do you think it is true that men were better in the old +days?" asked Quincy.</p> + +<p>"No," answered Uncle Ike, "I didn't say so. I said that +in the old days man was afraid to do these things; now if he +has money he is afraid of neither God, man, nor the devil. +To speak frankly, that is why I am so independent myself. +I am sure of enough to support me as long as I live; I owe +no man anything, and I allow no man to owe me anything."</p> + +<p>Quincy, changing the subject, inquired, "What is your +method of killing chickens?"</p><p><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60"></a></p> + +<p>Uncle Ike said, "Let me tell you why I devised a new +plan. When I was about eight years old I went with my +mother to visit an uncle in a neighboring town. I was +born in Eastborough myself, in the old Pettengill house. +But this happened some twenty miles from here. My uncle +was chopping wood, and boy like, I went out to watch him. +An old rooster kept running around the block, flapping its +wings, making considerable noise. Uncle shooed him off +three or four times. Finally uncle made a grab at him, +caught him by the legs, whacked him down on the block +and with his axe cut off his head close to his body, and then +threw it out on the grass right in front of me. Was that +rooster dead? I thought not. It got up on its legs, ran +right towards where I was sitting, and before I could get +away I was covered with the blood that came from its neck. +I don't know how far the rooster ran, but I know I never +stopped until I was safe in my mother's arms. The balance +of the time I stayed there you couldn't get me within forty +yards of my uncle, for every time I met him I could see +myself running around without my head."</p> + +<p>"That made a lasting impression on you," remarked +Quincy.</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Uncle Ike, "it has lasted me sixty-eight years, +one month, and thirteen days," pointing to a calendar that +hung on the wall.</p> + +<p>As Quincy looked in the direction indicated he saw +something hanging beside it that attracted his attention.</p> + +<p>It was a sheet of white paper with a heavy black border. +Within the border were written these words, "Sacred to +the memory of Isaac Pettengill, who was killed at the battle +of Gettysburg, July 4th, 1863, aged twenty-nine years. He +died for his namesake and his native land."</p> + +<p>Quincy said interrogatively, "Did you lose a son in the +war?"</p><p><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61"></a></p> + +<p>"No," was the reply. "I never had a son. That was +my substitute."</p> + +<p>"Strange that your substitute should have the same name +as yourself."</p> + +<p>"Yes, it would have been if he had, but he didn't. His +right name was Lemuel Butters. But I didn't propose to +put my money into such a name as that."</p> + +<p>"Were you drafted?" asked Quincy.</p> + +<p>"No," said Uncle Ike. "I might as well tell you the +whole story, for you seem bound to have it. I came down +here in 1850, when I was about sixty. Of course I knew +what was going on, but I didn't take much interest in the +war, till a lot of soldiers went by one day. They stopped +here; we had a talk, and they told me a number of things +that I hadn't seen in the papers. I haven't read the daily +papers for thirteen years, but I take some weeklies and the +magazines and buy some books. Well, the next day I +went over to Eastborough Centre and asked the selectmen +how much it would cost to send a man to the war. +They said substitutes were bringing $150 just then, but +that I was over age and couldn't be drafted, and there was +no need of my sending anybody. I remarked that in my +opinion a man's patriotism ought not to die out as long as +he lived. It seemed to me that if a man had $150 it was his +duty to pay for a substitute, if he was a hundred. The +selectmen said that they had a young fellow named Lem +Butters who was willing to go if he got a hundred and fifty. +So I planked down the money, but with the understanding +that he should take my name. Well, to make a long story +short, I got killed at Gettysburg and I wrote that out as a +reminder."</p> + +<p>"Don't you ever get lonesome alone here by yourself?" +Quincy asked.</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Uncle Ike. "I am lonesome every minute of +the time. That's what I came down here for. I got tired +<a name="Page_62" id="Page_62"></a>being lonesome with other people around me, so I thought +I would come down here and be lonesome all by myself, +and I have never been sorry I came."</p> + +<p>Quincy opened his eyes and looked inquiringly at Uncle +Ike.</p> + +<p>"I don't quite understand what you mean by being lonesome +with other people around you," said he.</p> + +<p>"No, of course you don't," replied Uncle Ike. "You are +too young. I was sixty. I was thirty-five when I got married +and my wife was only twenty-two, so when I was +sixty she was only forty-seven. One girl was twenty-three +and the other twenty. I went to work at seven o'clock in +the morning and got home at seven at night. My wife +and daughters went to theatres, dinners, and parties, and of +course I stayed at home and kept house with the servant +girl. In my business I had taken in two young fellows as +partners, both good, honest men, but soon they got to figuring +that on business points they were two and I was one, +and pretty soon all I had to do was to put wood on the fire +and feed the office cat. So you can see I was pretty lonesome +about eighteen hours out of the twenty-four."</p> + +<p>Quincy said reflectively, "And your family—"</p> + +<p>Uncle Ike broke in, "Are alive and well, I suppose. +They don't write me and I don't write them. I told my +partners they must buy me out, and I gave them sixty days +to do it in. I gave my wife and daughters two-thirds of +my fortune and put the other third into an annuity. I am +calculating now that if my health holds good I shall beat +the insurance company in the end."</p> + +<p>Quincy, finding that his inquiries provoked such interesting +replies, risked another, "Are your daughters married?"</p> + +<p>Uncle Ike laughed quietly. "I don't read the daily +papers as I said, so I don't know, but they wouldn't send +me cards anyway. They know my ideas of marriage."</p><p><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63"></a></p> + +<p>Quincy, smiling, asked, "Have you some new ideas on +that old custom?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, I have," replied Uncle Ike. "If two men go into +business and each puts in money and they make money or +don't make it, the law doesn't fix it so that they must keep +together for their natural lives, but allows the firm to be +dissolved by mutual consent."</p> + +<p>"Why, sir, that would make marriage a limited partnership," +said Quincy with a smile.</p> + +<p>"What better is it now?" asked Uncle Ike. "The law +doesn't compel couples to live together if they don't want +to, and if they don't want to live together, why not let +them, under proper restrictions, get up some new firms? +Of course, there wouldn't be any objection to parties living +together for their natural lives, if they wanted to, and the +fact that they did would be pretty good proof that they +wanted to."</p> + +<p>Quincy started to speak, "But what—"</p> + +<p>"I know what you were going to say," said Uncle Ike. +"You are going to ask that tiresome old question, what +will become of the children? Well, I should consider them +part of the property on hand and divide them and the +money according to law."</p> + +<p>"But few mothers would consent to be parted from their +children."</p> + +<p>"Oh, that's nonsense," replied Uncle Ike. "I have a +Massachusetts State Report here that says about five hundred +children every year are abandoned by their mothers +for some cause or other. They leave them on doorsteps and +in railroad stations; they put them out to board and don't +pay their board; and the report says that every one of these +little waifs is adopted by good people, and they get a better +education and a better bringing up than their own parents +could or would give them. Have you ever read, Mr. Sawyer, +<a name="Page_64" id="Page_64"></a>of the Austrian baron who was crossed in love and +decided he would never marry?"</p> + +<p>Quincy shook his head.</p> + +<p>"Well, he was wealthy and had a big castle, with no one +to live in it, and during his life he adopted, educated, +clothed, and sent out into the world, fitted to make their +own living, more than a thousand children. To my mind, +Mr. Sawyer, he was a bigger man than any emperor or king +who has ever lived."</p> + +<p>Quincy asked, "But how are you going to start such a +reform, Mr. Pettengill? The first couple that got reunited +on the partnership plan would be the laughing stock of the +community."</p> + +<p>"Just so," said Uncle Ike, "but I can get over that difficulty. +The State of Massachusetts has led in a great many +social reforms. Let it take the first step forward in this +one; let it declare by law that all marriages on and after a +certain day shall terminate five years from the date of +marriage unless the couples wish to renew the bonds. Then +let everybody laugh at everybody else if they want to."</p> + +<p>"Well, how about those couples that were married before +that day?"</p> + +<p>"That's easy," was Uncle Ike's reply. "Give them all a +chance five years after the law to dissolve by mutual consent, +if they want to. Don't forget, Mr. Sawyer, that with +such a law there would be no need of divorce courts, and +if any man insulted a woman, imprisonment for life and +even the gallows wouldn't be any too good for him. Will +you stay to lunch, Mr. Sawyer? My chicken is about done."</p> + +<p>Quincy arose and politely declined the invitation, saying +he had been so much interested he had remained much +longer than he had intended, but he would be pleased to +call again some day if Mr. Pettengill were willing.</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes, come any time," said Uncle Ike, "you're a good +listener, and I always like a man that allows me to do most +<a name="Page_65" id="Page_65"></a>of the talking. By the way, we didn't get a chance to say +much this time about shooting, fishing, or football."</p> + +<p>Quincy went down the steps, and Uncle Ike stood at the +door, as he did before he entered. Swiss looked at Quincy +with an expression that seemed to say, "You have made a +pretty long call." Quincy patted him on the head, called +him "good dog," and walked briskly down the path towards +the road. When he was about fifty feet from the house, +Uncle Ike called out sharply, "Mr. Sawyer!" Quincy +turned on his heel quickly and looked towards the speaker. +Uncle Ike's voice, still sharp, spoke these farewell words:</p> + +<p>"I forgot to tell you, Mr. Sawyer, that I always chloroform +my chickens before I cut their heads off."</p> + +<p>He stepped back into the house. Swiss, with a bound, +was in the room beside him, and when Quincy again turned +his steps towards the road the closed door had shut them +both from view.</p><p><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66"></a></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_VII" id="CHAPTER_VII"></a>CHAPTER VII.</h2> + +<h3>"THAT CITY FELLER."<br /></h3> + + +<p>As usual, the next morning Hiram was down to the +Pettengill house between nine and ten o'clock. He +opened the kitchen door unobserved by Mandy and looked +in at her. She was standing at the sink washing dishes +and singing to herself. Suddenly Hiram gave a jump into +the room and cried out in a loud voice, "How are you, +Mandy?"</p> + +<p>She dropped a tin pan that she was wiping, which fell +with a clatter, breaking a plate that happened to be in the +sink.</p> + +<p>"I'm much worse, thank you," she retorted, "and none +the better for seeing you. What do you mean by coming +into the house and yelling like a wild Injin? I shall expect +you to pay for that plate anyway."</p> + +<p>"He who breaks pays," said Hiram with a laugh. "But +why don't you shake hands with a fellow?"</p> + +<p>"I will if I like and I won't if I like," replied Mandy, +extending her hand, which was covered with soapsuds.</p> + +<p>"Wipe your hand," said Hiram, "and I'll give you this +ten cents to pay for the plate."</p> + +<p>As he said this he extended the money towards her. +Mandy did not attempt to take it, but giving her wet hand +a flip threw the soapsuds full in Hiram's face. He rushed +forward and caught her about the waist; as he did so he +dropped the money, which rolled under the kitchen table.</p> + +<p>Mandy turned around quickly and facing Hiram, caught +<a name="Page_67" id="Page_67"></a>him by both ears, which she pulled vigorously. He released +his hold upon her and jumped back to escape further punishment.</p> + +<p>"Now, Mr. Hiram Maxwell," said she, facing him, "what +do you mean by such actions? I've a good mind to put +you outdoors and never set eyes on you again. What +would Mr. Pettengill have thought if he'd a come in a minute +ago?"</p> + +<p>"I guess he'd a thought that I was gittin' on better'n I +really am," replied Hiram, with a crestfallen look. "Now, +Mandy, don't get mad, I didn't mean nothin', I was only +foolin' and you began it fust, by throwin' that dirty water +in my face, and no feller that had any spunk could stand +that." As he said this, a broad smile covered his face. +"Say, Mandy," he continued, "here comes Obadiah Strout, +we'd better make up before he gits in or it'll be all over +town that you and me have been fightin'. Got any chores +this mornin', Mandy, that I can do for you?"</p> + +<p>At this moment the kitchen door was again opened and +Professor Strout entered.</p> + +<p>"Where's Pettengill?" he asked of Mandy, not noticing +Hiram.</p> + +<p>"I guess he's out in the wood-shed, if he hasn't gone +somewheres else," replied Mandy, resuming her work at +the sink.</p> + +<p>Strout turned towards Hiram and said, as if he had been +unaware previously of his presence, "Oh! you there, +Hiram? Just go find Pettengill for me like a good feller +and tell him Professor Strout wishes to see him up to the +house."</p> + +<p>"At the same time, Hiram," said Mandy, "go find me +that dozen eggs that I told you I wanted for that puddin'."</p> + +<p>Hiram winked at Mandy, unseen by the Professor and +started for the chicken coop.</p> + +<p>"Guess I'll have a chair," remarked the Professor.</p><p><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68"></a></p> + +<p>"All right, if you don't take it with you when you go," +replied Mandy, still busily washing dishes.</p> + +<p>"Fine weather," said Strout.</p> + +<p>"Sorter between," laconically replied Mandy.</p> + +<p>"Did you enjoy the concert?" asked Strout.</p> + +<p>"Some parts of it," said Mandy. "I thought Mr. Sawyer +and Miss Putnam were just splendid. His whistling was +just grand."</p> + +<p>"He'll whistle another kind of a tune in a few days," +remarked Strout.</p> + +<p>"What? Are you going to give another concert?" asked +Mandy, looking at him for the first time.</p> + +<p>"If I do," replied the Professor, "you bet he won't be +one of the performers."</p> + +<p>"Oh, I see," said Mandy, "you're mad with him 'cause +he hogged the whole show. Mr. Maxwell was just telling +me as how Mr. Sawyer was going to hire the Town Hall on +Washington's birthday and bring down a big brass band +from Boston and give a concert that would put you in the +shade, and somebody was telling me, I forget who, that +Mr. Sawyer don't like to sit 'round doing nothin', and he's +goin' to give music lessons."</p> + +<p>These last two untruthful shots hit the mark, as she +knew they would, and Strout, abandoning the subject, +blurted out, "Where in thunder's that Hiram? I'll be +blowed if I don't believe he went to look for the eggs first."</p> + +<p>"I reckon he did," said Mandy, "if he means to keep on +good terms with me. He ain't likely to tend to stray jobs +till he's done up his regular chores."</p> + +<p>"I s'pose Deacon Mason sends him down here to wait on +you?" remarked Strout with a sneer.</p> + +<p>"Did Deacon Mason tell you that you could have him to +run your errands?" inquired Mandy, with a pout.</p> + +<p>"Guess the best thing I can do," said Strout rising, "is +to go hunt Pettengill up myself."</p><p><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69"></a></p> + +<p>"I guess you've struck it right this time," assented +Mandy, as Strout left the room and started for the wood-shed.</p> + +<p>As he closed the door, Mandy resumed her singing as +though such conversations were of everyday occurrence.</p> + +<p>She finished her work at the sink and was fixing the +kitchen fire when Hiram returned.</p> + +<p>"All I could find," said he, holding an egg in each hand. +"The hens must have struck or think it's a holiday. S'pose +there's any out in the barn? Come, let's go look, Mandy. +Where's old Strout?"</p> + +<p>"I guess he's gone to look for Mr. Pettengill," replied +Mandy, with a laugh.</p> + +<p>"I kinder thought he would if I stayed long enough," +said Hiram, with a grin; "but come along, Mandy, no hen +fruit, no puddin'."</p> + +<p>"Mr. Maxwell," said Mandy, soberly, "I wish you'd be +more particular about your language. You know I abominate +slang. You know how careful I try to be."</p> + +<p>"You're a dandy," said Hiram, taking her hand.</p> + +<p>They ran as far as the wood-shed, when seeing the door +open, they hid behind it until Strout came out and walked +down towards the lane to meet Ezekiel, whom he had seen +coming up from the road. Then Hiram and Mandy sped +on their way to the barn, which they quickly reached and +were soon upon the haymow, apparently searching intently +for eggs.</p> + +<p>When Strout reached Ezekiel he shook hands with him +and said, "Come up to the barn, Pettengill, I've got a little +somethin' I want to tell you and it's kinder private. It's +about that city feller that's swellin' round here puttin' on +airs and tryin' to make us think that his father is a bigger +man than George Washington. He about the same as +told me down to the grocery store that the blood of all the +Quincys flowed in one arm and the blood of all the Adams +<a name="Page_70" id="Page_70"></a>in the other, but I kinder guess that the rest of his carcass +is full of calf's blood and there's more fuss and feathers +than fight to him."</p> + +<p>By this time they had reached the barn and they sat down +upon a pile of hay at the foot of the mow.</p> + +<p>"Now my plan's this," said Strout. "You know Bob +Wood; well, he's the biggest feller and the best fighter in +town. I'm goin' to post Bob up as to how to pick a quarrel +with that city feller. When he gets the lickin' that he +deserves, I rayther think that Deacon Mason will lose a +boarder."</p> + +<p>"But s'posin' Mr. Sawyer licks Bob Wood?" queried +Ezekiel.</p> + +<p>"Oh! I don't count much on that," said Strout; "but if +it should turn out that way we're goin' to turn in and get +up a surprise party for Miss Mason and jist leave him out."</p> + +<p>"I hope you ain't goin' to do any fightin' down to Deacon +Mason's?" remarked Ezekiel.</p> + +<p>"Oh, no!" protested Strout, "it'll be kind o' quiet, underminin' +work, as it were. Remarks and sayin's and side +whispers and odd looks, the cold shoulder business, you +know, that soon tells a feller that his company ain't +appreciated."</p> + +<p>"Well, I don't think that's quite fair," said Ezekiel. "You +don't like him, Mr. Strout, but I don't think the whole town +will take it up."</p> + +<p>The Professor said sternly, "He has insulted me and in +doing that he has insulted the whole town of Eastborough."</p> + +<p>A smothered laugh was heard.</p> + +<p>"By George! What was that?" cried Strout.</p> + +<p>Ezekiel was at a loss what to say, and before he could +reply, Mandy's laughing had caused the hay to move. As +it began to slide she clutched at Hiram in a vain effort to +save herself, and the next instant a large pile of hay, bearing<a name="Page_71" id="Page_71"></a> +Hiram and Mandy, came down, falling upon Ezekiel +and Strout and covering them from sight.</p> + +<p>When all had struggled to their feet, Ezekiel turned to +Mandy and said sharply, "What were you doin' up there, +Mandy?"</p> + +<p>"Looking for eggs," said she, as she ran out of the barn +and started for the house.</p> + +<p>Hiram stood with his mouth distended with a huge smile. +Strout turned towards him and said savagely, "Well, if +you're the only egg she got, 'twas a mighty bad one."</p> + +<p>Hiram retorted, "I would rather be called a bad egg +than somethin' I heard about you."</p> + +<p>Strout, in a passion, cried out, "Who said anything about +me?"</p> + +<p>Hiram made for the barn door and then said, "heard a +gentleman say as how there was only one jackass in Eastborough +and he taught the singin' school."</p> + +<p>Strout caught up a rake to throw at him, but Hiram was +out of sight before he could carry out his purpose. Turning +to Ezekiel, Strout said, "I bet a dollar, Pettengill, it +was that city feller that said that, and as I have twice remarked +and this makes three times, this town ain't big +enough to hold both on us."</p><p><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72"></a></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_VIII" id="CHAPTER_VIII"></a>CHAPTER VIII.</h2> + +<h3>CITY SKILL VERSUS COUNTRY MUSCLE.<br /></h3> + +<p>Hiram Maxwell was not called upon to perform +very arduous duties at Deacon Mason's. The Deacon +had given up farming several years before, and Hiram's +duties consisted in doing the chores about the house. He +had plenty of spare time, and he used it by going down to +the Pettengill place and talking to Mandy Skinner.</p> + +<p>The next morning after the adventure in the barn, Hiram +went down as usual after his morning's work was done to +see Mandy.</p> + +<p>"How do you find things, Mandy?" said Hiram, opening +the kitchen door and putting his head in.</p> + +<p>"By looking for them," said Mandy, without looking up +from her work.</p> + +<p>"You are awful smart, ain't you?" retorted Hiram.</p> + +<p>Mandy replied, "People's opinion that I think a good deal +more of than yours have said that same thing, Mr. Maxwell."</p> + +<p>Hiram saw that he was worsted, so he changed the conversation.</p> + +<p>"Anybody to hum?"</p> + +<p>Mandy answered sharply, "Everybody's out but me, of +course I am nobody."</p> + +<p>Hiram came in and closed the door.</p> + +<p>"You needn't be so pesky smart with your tongue, +Mandy. Of course I can't keep up with you and you know +it. What's up?"</p><p><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73"></a></p> + +<p>Mandy replied, "The thermometer. It isn't nearly as +cold as it was yesterday."</p> + +<p>Hiram, seeing a breakfast apparently laid out on a side +table inquired, "Expectin' somebody to breakfast?"</p> + +<p>"No," said Mandy, "I got that ready for Mr. Pettengill, +but he didn't have time to eat it because he was afraid he +would lose the train."</p> + +<p>"Has he gone to the city?" asked Hiram.</p> + +<p>"I 'spect he has," answered Mandy.</p> + +<p>"Well," remarked Hiram, "s'posin' I eat that breakfast +myself, so as to save you the trouble of throwin' it away."</p> + +<p>"Well," said Mandy, "I was going to give it to the pigs; +I suppose one hog might as well have it as another."</p> + +<p>Hiram said, "Why, you don't call me a big eater, do you, +Mandy?"</p> + +<p>Mandy laughed and said, "I can't tell, I never saw you +when you wasn't hungry. How do you know when you +have got enough?"</p> + +<p>Hiram said, "I haven't got but one way of tellin', I allus +eats till it hurts me, then I stop while the pain lasts."</p> + +<p>Then he asked Mandy, "What did 'Zekiel go to the city +for?"</p> + +<p>Mandy answered, "Mr. Pettengill does not confide his +private business to me."</p> + +<p>Hiram broke in, "I bet a dollar you know why he went, +just the same."</p> + +<p>Mandy said, "I bet a dollar I do."</p> + +<p>Then she broke into a loud laugh. Hiram evidently +thought it was very funny and laughed until the tears stood +in his eyes.</p> + +<p>"What are you laughing for?" asked Mandy.</p> + +<p>Hiram's countenance fell.</p> + +<p>"Come down to the fine point, Mandy, durned if I +know."</p> + +<p>"That's a great trick of yours, Hiram," said Mandy.<a name="Page_74" id="Page_74"></a> +"You ought not to laugh at anything unless you understand +it."</p> + +<p>"I guess I wouldn't laugh much then," said Hiram. "I +allus laugh when I don't understand anythin', so folks +won't think that I don't know where the p'int domes in. +But say, Mandy, what did Pettengill go to the city for?"</p> + +<p>During this conversation Hiram had been eating the +breakfast that had been prepared for Ezekiel. Mandy sat +down near him and said, "I'll tell you, but it ain't nothing +to laugh at. Mr. Pettengill had a telegraph message come +last night."</p> + +<p>"You don't say so!" said Hiram. "It must be pretty +important for persons to spend money that way. Nobody +dead, I s'pose?"</p> + +<p>"Well," said Mandy, "Mr. Pettengill left the telegram in +his room and I had to read it to see whether I had to throw +it away or not, and I remember every word that was in it."</p> + +<p>Hiram asked earnestly, "Well, what was it? Is his sister +Alice goin' to get married?"</p> + +<p>Mandy answered, "No, she is sick and she wanted him +to come right up to Boston at once to see her."</p> + +<p>Hiram said, "'Zekiel must think a powerful lot of that +sister of his'n. Went right off to Boston without his breakfast."</p> + +<p>"I guess it would have to be something nearer than a +sister to make you do that," said Mandy. "I don't know but +one thing, Hiram, that would make you go without your +feed."</p> + +<p>"What's that, Mandy?" said he. "You?"</p> + +<p>"No," replied Mandy, "a famine."</p> + +<p>"You ain't no sort of an idea as to what's the matter +with her, have you?" he asked.</p> + +<p>"No, I haven't," said Mandy, "and if I had I don't imagine +I would tell you. Now you better run right home, +<a name="Page_75" id="Page_75"></a>little boy, for I have to go upstairs and do the chamber +work."</p> + +<p>She whisked out of the room, and Hiram, helping himself +to a couple of apples, left the house and walked slowly +along the road towards Eastborough Centre.</p> + +<p>Suddenly he espied a man coming up the road and soon +saw it was Quincy Adams Sawyer.</p> + +<p>"Just the feller I wanted to see," soliliquized Hiram.</p> + +<p>As Quincy reached him he said, "Mr. Sawyer, I want +to speak to you a minute or two. Come into Pettengill's +barn, there's nobody to hum but Mandy and she's upstairs +makin' the beds."</p> + +<p>They entered the barn and sat down on a couple of half +barrels that served for stools.</p> + +<p>"Mr. Sawyer, you've treated me fust rate since you've +been here and I want to do you a good turn and put you +on your guard."</p> + +<p>Quincy laughed.</p> + +<p>Hiram continued, "Well, maybe you won't laugh if Bob +Wood tackles you. I won't tell you how I found it out +for I'm no eavesdropper, but keep your eye on Bob Wood +and look out he don't play no mean tricks on you."</p> + +<p>Quincy remarked, "I suppose Mr. Strout is at the bottom +of this and he has hired this Bob Wood to do what he can't +do himself."</p> + +<p>"I guess you have got it about right, Mr. Sawyer," said +Hiram. "Can you fight?" he asked of Quincy.</p> + +<p>"I am a good shot with a rifle," Quincy replied. "I can +hit the ace of hearts at one hundred feet with a pistol."</p> + +<p>"I don't mean that," said Hiram. "Can you fight with +yer fists?"</p> + +<p>"I don't know much about it," said Quincy with a queer +smile.</p> + +<p>"Then I am afraid you will find Bob Wood a pretty +tough customer. He can lick any two fellers in town. Why, +<a name="Page_76" id="Page_76"></a>he polished off Cobb's twins one day in less than five minutes, +both of 'em."</p> + +<p>"Where does this Bob Wood spend most of his time?" +asked Quincy.</p> + +<p>"He loafs around Hill's grocery. When he ain't wokin' +at his trade," said Hiram, "he does odd jobs for the Putnams +in summer and cuts some wood for them in winter. +You know Lindy Putnam, the gal you sang with at the +concert?"</p> + +<p>"Come along," said Quincy, "I feel pretty good this +morning, we'll walk down to Hill's and see if that Mr. +Wood has anything to say to me."</p> + +<p>"Don't you think the best plan, Mr. Sawyer, would be +to keep out of his way?" queried Hiram.</p> + +<p>"Well, I can't tell that," said Quincy, "until I get better +acquainted with him. After that he may think he'd better +keep out of my way."</p> + +<p>"Why, he's twice as big as you," cried Hiram, with a +look of astonishment on his face.</p> + +<p>"Come along, Hiram," said Quincy. "By the way, I +haven't seen Miss Putnam since the concert. I think I +will have to call on her."</p> + +<p>Hiram laughed until his face was as red as a beet.</p> + +<p>"By gum, that's good," he said, as he struck both legs +with his hands.</p> + +<p>"What's good?" asked Quincy. "Calling on Miss Putnam?"</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Hiram. "Wouldn't she be s'prised?"</p> + +<p>"Why?" asked Quincy. "Such a call wouldn't be considered +anything out of the way in the city."</p> + +<p>"No, nor it wouldn't here," said Hiram, "but for the fact +that Miss Putnam don't encourage callers. She goes round +a visitin' herself, and she treats the other girls fust rate, +'cause she has plenty of money and can afford it. But she +has got two good reasons for not wantin' visitors."</p><p><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77"></a></p> + +<p>"What are they?" asked Quincy.</p> + +<p>"Well, I'm country myself," said Hiram, "and there are +others in Eastborough that are more country than I am. +But if you want to see and hear the genooine old Rubes +you want to see old Sy Putnam and his wife Heppy."</p> + +<p>"But Miss Mason said Miss Putnam was quite wealthy."</p> + +<p>"You bet she is," said Hiram. "She's worth hundreds +of millions of dollars."</p> + +<p>"I think you must mean thousands," remarked Quincy.</p> + +<p>"Well, as far as I'm concerned," said Hiram, "when you +talk about millions or thousands of money, one's just the +same to me as t'other. I never seed so much money in my +life as I seed since you've been here, but I don't want you to +think I'm beggin' for more."</p> + +<p>"No," said Quincy, "I should never impute such a motive +to you."</p> + +<p>Quincy took a dollar bill from his pocket and held it up +before Hiram.</p> + +<p>"What's that?" he asked.</p> + +<p>"That's one hundred cents," said Hiram, "considerably +more than I have got."</p> + +<p>"Well," said Quincy, "if you tell me why Miss Putnam +doesn't like callers I will give you that dollar."</p> + +<p>"Stop a minute," replied Hiram. "Soon as we turn this +next corner we'll be in full sight of the grocery store. You +can go ahead and I'll slip 'cross lots and come up from +behind the store. If Wood thought I'd told you he would +lick me and I'm no fighter. Now about Miss Putnam," +dropping his voice, "I heard it said, and I guess it's pretty +near the truth, that she is so blamed stuck up and dresses +so fine in city fashions that she is just 'shamed of her old +pa and ma and don't want nobody to see 'em."</p> + +<p>"But," asked Quincy, "where did she get her money?"</p> + +<p>Hiram answered, "From her only brother. He went +down to Boston, made a pile of money, then died and left +<a name="Page_78" id="Page_78"></a>it all to Lindy. If what I've told you ain't gospel truth it's +mighty near it. Well, I'll see you later, Mr. Sawyer."</p> + +<p>And Hiram ran down a path that led across the fields.</p> + +<p>Quincy turned the corner and walked briskly towards +Hill's grocery store. A dozen or more young men and as +many older ones were lounging about the platform that +ran the whole length of the store, for it was a very mild +day in January, and the snow was rapidly leaving under the +influence of what might be called a January thaw.</p> + +<p>Quincy walked through the crowd, giving a friendly nod +to several faces that looked familiar, but the names of whose +owners were unknown to him. He entered the store, found +a letter from his mother and another from his sister Gertie, +and saying "Good morning" to Mr. Hill, who was the +village postmaster, soon reached the platform again.</p> + +<p>As he did so a heavily built young fellow, fully six feet +tall and having a coarse red face, stepped up to him and +said brusquely, "I believe your name's Sawyer."</p> + +<p>"Your belief is well founded," replied Quincy. "I regret +that I do not know your name."</p> + +<p>"Well, you won't have to suffer long before you find out," +said the fellow. "My name's Robert Wood, or Bob Wood +for short."</p> + +<p>"Ah! I see," said Quincy. "Robert for long wood and +Bob for short wood."</p> + +<p>Wood's face grew redder.</p> + +<p>"I s'pose you think that's mighty smart makin' fun of +folks' names. I guess there ain't much doubt but what you +said what a friend of mine tells me you did."</p> + +<p>Quincy remarked calmly, "Well, what did your friend +say I said about you?"</p> + +<p>By this time the loungers in and outside the store had +gathered around the two talkers. Wood seemed encouraged +and braced up by the presence of so many friends. +He walked up close to Quincy and said, "Well, my friend +<a name="Page_79" id="Page_79"></a>told me that you said there was but one jackass in Eastborough +and he sang bass in the quartette."</p> + +<p>Quincy paled a little, but replied firmly, "I never said +it, and if your friend says I did he lies and he knows it."</p> + +<p>At this juncture, as if prearranged, Obadiah Strout suddenly +emerged from the grocery store.</p> + +<p>"What's the matter, gentlemen?" asked Mr. Strout.</p> + +<p>"Well," said Wood, "I told this young man what you +said he said, and he says you're a liar."</p> + +<p>"Well," said Strout pompously, "I know that he said it +and I have witnesses to prove it. When you settle with +him for calling you a jackass I'll settle with him for calling +me a liar."</p> + +<p>"Take your coat off, Mr. Sawyer, and get ready. I won't +keep you waitin' but a few moments," said Bob.</p> + +<p>A jeering laugh went up from the crowd. Quincy, turning, +saw Hiram.</p> + +<p>"Here, Hiram," said he, "hold my things."</p> + +<p>He took off his overcoat and then his black Prince Albert +coat and passed them to Hiram. Then he removed his hat, +which he also handed to Hiram.</p> + +<p>Turning to Wood he said, "Come right out here, Mr. +Wood; here is a place where the sun has kindly removed +the snow and we can get a good footing."</p> + +<p>Wood followed him, and the crowd formed a ring about +them.</p> + +<p>"Now, Mr. Wood, or perhaps I should say Bob Wood +for short, put up your hands."</p> + +<p>Bob put them up in defiance of all rules governing boxing. +This was enough for Quincy; he had sized up his man +and determined to make the most of his opportunity.</p> + +<p>"Mr. Wood," he said politely, "before I hit you I am +going to tell you just exactly where I am going to strike, +so you can't blame me for anything that may happen. I +shall commence on your right eye."</p><p><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80"></a></p> + +<p>Wood's face grew livid; he made a rush at Quincy as +though he would fall on him and crush him. Quincy easily +eluded him, and when Wood made his second rush at him +he parried a right-hander, and before Wood could recover, +he struck him a square blow full on his right eye. They +faced each other again.</p> + +<p>"Now, Mr. Wood," said Quincy, "I see you have a watch +in your vest pocket. Is it an open-faced watch?"</p> + +<p>"S'posin' you find out," said Wood, glaring at Quincy +with his left eye, his right one being closed up.</p> + +<p>"Well, then," remarked Quincy, "you will be obliged to +have it repaired, for I am going to hit you just where +that watch is and it may injure it."</p> + +<p>Wood was more wary this time and Quincy was more +scientific. He gave Wood a left-hander in the region of +the heart which staggered him.</p> + +<p>They faced each other for the third time.</p> + +<p>"I regret the necessity this time, but I will be obliged to +strike you full in the face and in my excitement may hit +your nose."</p> + +<p>It required all of Quincy's dexterity to avoid the wild +rushes and savage thrusts made by Wood. But Quincy +understood every one of the boxer's secrets and was as +light and agile on his feet as a cat. It was three minutes +at least before Quincy got the desired opening, and then +he landed a blow on Wood's nose that sent him flat upon +his back.</p> + +<p>"That's enough," cried the crowd, and several friends +led Wood to a seat on the platform.</p> + +<p>Quincy turned to Strout. "Now, Mr. Strout, I am at +your service."</p> + +<p>"No, sir," said Strout, "I am willing to fight a gentleman, +but I don't fight with no professional prize fighter +like you." Turning to the crowd: "I know all about this +fellow. He is no lawyer at all, he is a regular prize fighter,<a name="Page_81" id="Page_81"></a> +<a name="Page_82" id="Page_82"></a><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83"></a>and down in Boston he is known by the name of Billy +Shanks."</p> + +<div class="figcenter"> + <a name="image3" id="image3" href="images/image3.png"> + <img src="images/image3-tn.png" alt="And Then He Landed A Blow On Wood's Nose" + title="And Then He Landed A Blow On Wood's Nose" /> + </a> + <p class="caption">And Then He Landed A Blow On Wood's Nose</p> +</div> + +<p>Quincy smiled. Turning to the crowd he said, "The +statement just made by Mr. Strout is like his statement to +Mr. Wood. The first was a lie, the second is a lie, and the +man who uttered them is a liar. Good morning, gentlemen."</p> + +<p>Quincy went to Hiram, who helped him on with his +coats. They walked along together. After they turned +the corner and got out of sight of the grocery store, Hiram +said:</p> + +<p>"Geewhilikins! What a smasher you gave him. I +thought you said you didn't know nothin' about fightin'."</p> + +<p>"I don't know much," responded Quincy. "There are +a dozen men in Boston who could do to me just exactly +what I did to Bob Wood."</p><p><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84"></a></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_IX" id="CHAPTER_IX"></a>CHAPTER IX.</h2> + +<h3>MR. SAWYER CALLS ON MISS PUTNAM.<br /></h3> + +<p>Quincy had a double purpose in calling on Lindy; +he actually wished to see her, for they had not met +since the concert, but his principal wish was to meet a real +old-fashioned country couple. To be sure, Deacon Mason +and his wife often dropped into the vernacular, but the +Deacon was a very dignified old gentleman and his wife +was not a great talker. What he desired was to find one +of the old-fashioned style of country women, with a tongue +hung in the middle and running at both ends. His wish +was to be gratified.</p> + +<p>When he clanged the old brass knocker on the door, +Samanthy Green answered the call.</p> + +<p>"Is Miss Putnam at home?" asked Quincy politely.</p> + +<p>"No, she ain't," said Samanthy, "but Mr. and Mrs. Putnam +is. They're allus to hum. They don't go nowheres +from one year's end to t'other."</p> + +<p>"I would like to see them," said Quincy.</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir," said Samanthy, "walk right in."</p> + +<p>She threw open the door of the sitting-room. "Here's +a gentleman that wants to see you, Mas' Putnam. Leastwise +he asked for Lindy fust."</p> + +<p>Samanthy left the room, slamming the door after her.</p> + +<p>"My name is Sawyer," said Quincy, addressing the old +lady and gentleman who were seated in rocking chairs. +"I met your daughter at the concert given at the Town +Hall New-Year's night."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Putnam said, "Glad to see ye, Mr. Sawyer; have a +chair."</p><p><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85"></a></p> + +<p>As Quincy laid his hand upon the chair, the old gentleman +called out in a voice that would have startled a bull of +Bashan, "What's his name, Heppy?"</p> + +<p>Mrs. Putnam answered in a shrill voice with an edge like +a knife, "Sawyer."</p> + +<p>"Sawyer!" yelled the man. "Any relation to Jim Sawyer +that got drunk, beat his wife, starved his children, and +finally ended up in the town Poorhouse?"</p> + +<p>Quincy shook his head and replied, "I think not. I don't +live here; I live in Boston."</p> + +<p>"Du tell," said Mrs. Putnam. "How long you been +here?"</p> + +<p>Quincy replied that he arrived two days after Christmas.</p> + +<p>"Where be you stoppin'?" asked Mrs. Putnam.</p> + +<p>Quincy answered, "I am boarding at Deacon Mason's."</p> + +<p>"He's a nice old gentleman," said Mrs. Putnam, "and +Mrs. Mason's good as they make 'em. Her daughter +Huldy's a pert young thing, she's pretty and she knows it."</p> + +<p>Quincy remarked that he thought Miss Mason was a +very nice young lady.</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes," said Mrs. Putnam, "you young fellers never +look more than skin deep. Now the way she trifles with +that young 'Zekiel Pettengill I think's shameful. They ust +to have a spat every week about something but they allus +made it up. But I heard Lindy say that after you come +here, 'Zeke he got huffy and Huldy she got independent, +and they hain't spoke to each other nigh on two weeks."</p> + +<p>This was a revelation to Quincy, but he was to hear more +about it very soon.</p> + +<p>"How long be you goin' to stay, Mr. Sawyer?"</p> + +<p>"I haven't decided," said Quincy.</p> + +<p>"What's your business?" persisted Mrs. Putnam.</p> + +<p>"I am a lawyer," replied Quincy.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Putnam looked at him inquiringly and said, "Be n't +you rather young for a lawyer? How old be you, anyway?"</p><p><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86"></a></p> + +<p>Quincy decided to take a good humored part in his cross +examination and said without a smile, "I am twenty-three +years, two months, sixteen days old."</p> + +<p>"Be you?" exclaimed Mrs. Putnam. "I shouldn't have +said you were a day over nineteen."</p> + +<p>Quincy never felt his youth so keenly before. He determined +to change the conversation.</p> + +<p>"Did you attend the concert, Mrs. Putnam?"</p> + +<p>"No," said she. "Pa and me don't go out much; he's +deefer'n a stone post and I've had the rheumatiz so bad in +my knees for the last five years that I can't walk without +crutches;" and she pointed to a pair that lay on the floor +beside her chair.</p> + +<p>During this conversation old Mr. Putnam had been eying +Quincy very keenly. He blurted out, "He's a chip of the +old block, Heppy; he looks just as Jim did when he fust +came to this town. Did yer say yer had an Uncle Jim?"</p> + +<p>Quincy shook his head.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Putnam turned to her husband and yelled, "Now +you shet up, Silas, and don't bother the young man. Jim +Sawyer ain't nothin' to be proud of, and I don't blame the +young man for not ownin' up even if Jim is his uncle."</p> + +<p>Quincy made another attempt to change the conversation. +"Your daughter is a very fine singer, Mrs. Putnam."</p> + +<p>"Well, I s'pose so," said she; "there's been enough +money spent on her to make suthin' of her. As for me I +don't like this folderol singin'. Why, when she ust to be +practisin' I had to go up in the attic or else stuff cotton +in my ears. But my son, Jehoiakim Jones Putnam, he sot +everythin' by Lucinda, and there wasn't anythin' she +wanted that she couldn't have. He's dead now, but he +left more'n a hundred thousand dollars, that he made speculatin'."</p> + +<p>"Then your daughter will be quite an heiress one of +these days, Mrs. Putnam?"</p><p><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87"></a></p> + +<p>She answered, "She won't get none of my money. +Jehoiakim left her all of his'n, but before she got it she had +to sign a paper, a wafer, I believe they call it, if you're a +lawyer you ought to know what it was, givin' up all claim +on my money. I made my will and the girl who'll get it +needs it and will make good use of it."</p> + +<p>Quincy determined to get even with Mrs. Putnam for +the questioning she put him through, so he said, "Did you +make your money speculating, Mrs. Putnam?"</p> + +<p>"No," said she, "pa made it by hard work on the farm; +but he gave it all to me more'n fifteen year ago, and he +hasn't got a cent to his name. He's just as bad off as Jim +Sawyer. I feed him and clothe him and shall have to bury +him. I guess it seems kinder odd to ye, so I reckon I'll +have to tell ye the hull story. I've told it a dozen times, +but I guess it'll bear tellin' once more. You see my husband +here, Silas Putnam, was brought up religis and he's +allus been a churchgoin' man. We were both Methodists, +and everythin' went all right till one day a Second Advent +preacher came along, and then things went all wrong. He +canoodled my husband into believin' that the end of the +world was comin' and it was his duty to give all his property +away, so he could stand clean handed afore the Lord. +My dander riz when I heerd them makin' their plans, but +afore my husband got deef he was great on argifyin' and +argumentin', and I didn't stand much show against two on +'em; but when Silas told me he was goin' to give his property +away I sot up my Ebenezer, and I says, 'Silas Putnam, +if you gives your property to any one you gives it to me.' +So after a long tussle it was settled that way and the lawyers +drew up the papers. The night afore the world was goin' +to end he prayed all night. You can imagine with that air +voice of his'n I didn't sleep a wink. When mornin' came—it +was late in October and the air was pretty sharp—Silas +stopped prayin' and put on his white robe, which was a +<a name="Page_88" id="Page_88"></a>shirt of hisn't I pieced out so it came down to his feet, and +takin' a tin trumpet that he bought over to Eastborough +Centre, he went out, climbed up on the barn, sot down on +the ridgepole and waited for Kingdom Come. He sot +there and tooted all mornin' and 'spected the angel Gabriel +would answer back. He sot there and tooted all the arternoon +till the cows come home and the chickens went to +roost. I had three good square meals that day, but Silas +didn't get a bite. 'Bout six o'clock I did think of takin' +him out some doughnuts, but then I decided if he was goin' +up so soon it was no use a wastin' em, so I put 'em back in +the pantry. He sot there and tooted all the evenin' till the +moon come up and the stars were all out, and then he slid +down off'n the barn, and barked both his shins doin' it, +threw his trumpet into the pig pen, come into the house and +huddled up close to the fire. He didn't say nothin' for a +spell, but finally says he, 'I guess, Heppy, that feller made a +mistake in figurin' out the date.' 'I guess, Silas,' says I, +'that you've made an all-fired fool of yerself. And if you +don't go to bed quick and take a rum sweat, I shall be a +widder in a very short time,' He was sick for more'n three +weeks, but I pulled him through by good nussin', and the +fust day he was able to set up, I says to him, 'Now, Silas +Putnam, when I married ye forty-five year ago I promised +to obey ye, ye was allus a good perwider and I don't perpose +to see yer want for nothin', but ye have got to hold up +yer right hand and swear to obey me for the rest of yer +nateral life,' and he did it. He got well, and he is tougher'n +a biled owl, if he is eighty-six. But the cold sorter settled in +his ears, and he's deef as an adder. Ef angel Gabriel blew +his horn now I'm afeared Silas wouldn't hear him."</p> + +<p>During this long story Quincy had listened without a +smile on his face, but the manner in which the last remark +was made was too much for him and he burst into a loud +laugh. Silas, who had been eying him, also gave a loud +<a name="Page_89" id="Page_89"></a>laugh and said with his ponderous voice, "I guess Heppy's +been tellin' ye about my goin' up."</p> + +<p>Quincy laughed again and Mrs. Putnam took part. He +arose, told Mr. and Mrs. Putnam he had enjoyed his visit +very much, was very sorry Miss Putnam was not at home, +and said he would call again, with their kind permission.</p> + +<p>"Oh, drop in any time," said Mrs. Putnam; "we're allus +to hum. You seem to be a nice young man, but you're too +young to marry. Why, Lindy's twenty-eight, and I tell her +she don't know enough to get married yet. Ef you'll take +a bit of advice from an old woman, let me say, 'less you +mean to marry the girl yourself, you'd better git away from +Deacon Mason's."</p> + +<p>And with this parting shot ringing in his ears, he left +the house and made his way homeward.</p> + +<p>In half an hour after Quincy's departure, Lindy Putnam +entered the sitting-room and facing her mother said with a +voice full of passion, "Samanthy says Mr. Sawyer called to +see me."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Putnam answered, "Well, ef ye wanted to see him +so much why didn't ye stay to hum?"</p> + +<p>Lindy continued, "Well, I have told you a dozen times +that when people come to see me that you are not to invite +them in."</p> + +<p>"Wall, I didn't," said Mrs. Putnam. "When he found +you wuz out he said he wanted to see pa and me, and he +stayed here more'n an hour."</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Lindy, "no doubt you told him all about pa's +turning Second Advent and how much money I had, and +you have killed all my chances."</p> + +<p>"Well, I guess not," said Mrs. Putnam. "I told him +about your brother leavin' yer all his money, and I guess +that won't drive him away."</p> + +<p>Lindy continued, "Money don't count with him; they +say his father is worth more than a million dollars."</p><p><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90"></a></p> + +<p>Mrs. Putnam answered, "Wall, I s'pose there's a dozen +or so to divide it among."</p> + +<p>Lindy said, "Did you tell him who you were going to +leave your money to?"</p> + +<p>"No, I didn't," replied Mrs. Putnam. "But I did tell +him that you wouldn't get a cent of it."</p> + +<p>Lindy sobbed, "I think it is a shame, mother. I like him +better than any young man I have ever met, and now after +what you have told me I sha'n't see him again. I have a +good mind to leave you for good and all and go to Boston +to live."</p> + +<p>"Wall, you're your own mistress," replied Mrs. Putnam, +"and I'm my own mistress and pa's. Come to think on't, +there was one thing I said to him that might sot him against +yer."</p> + +<p>"What was that?" demanded Lindy fiercely.</p> + +<p>"Wall," said Mrs. Putnam, "he said he was twenty-three, +and I sort a told him incidentally you was twenty-eight. +You know yer thirty, and p'raps he might object to ye on +account of yer age."</p> + +<p>This was too much for Lindy. She rushed out of the +room and up to her chamber, where she threw herself on +her bed in a passion of tears.</p> + +<p>"It's too bad," she cried. "I will see him again, I will +find some way, and I'll win him yet, even if I am twenty-eight."</p> + +<p>Two days afterwards Hiram told Mandy that he heard +down to Hill's grocery that that city chap had two strings +to his bow now. He was courting the Deacon's daughter, +but had been up to see Mr. and Mrs. Putnam to find out +how much money Lindy had in her own right, and to see +if there was any prospect of getting anything out of the +old folks.</p><p><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91"></a></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_X" id="CHAPTER_X"></a>CHAPTER X.</h2> + +<h3>VILLAGE GOSSIP.<br /></h3> + +<p>After supper on the day he had been visiting Mr. +and Mrs. Putnam, Quincy went to his room and +wrote a long letter to his father, inquiring if he ever had an +uncle by the name of James Sawyer. Before retiring he sat +and thought over the experiences of the past fortnight since +his arrival in Eastborough, but the most of his thoughts +were given to the remark made by Mrs. Putnam about his +leaving Deacon Mason's. He had been uniformly polite +and to a slight degree attentive to Miss Mason. The Deacon's +horse was a slow one, and so on several occasions he +had hired a presentable rig and a good stepper over to +Eastborough Centre, and had taken Miss Mason out to ride. +He reflected now, as he had never done before, that of +course the whole town knew this, and the thought came +home to him strongly that by so doing he might have inflicted +a triple injury upon Miss Mason, Mr. Pettingill, and +himself. He was not in love with Miss Mason, nor Miss +Putnam; they were both pretty girls, and in the city it was +the custom to be attentive to pretty girls without regard to +consequences.</p> + +<p>He had asked Miss Mason to go riding with him the next +day, but he inwardly resolved that it would be the last time +he would take her, and he was in doubt whether to go back +to the city at once or go to some other town and board at a +hotel, or look around and find some other place in Eastborough. +One consideration kept him from leaving<a name="Page_92" id="Page_92"></a> +Eastborough; he knew that if he did so the singing-master +would claim that he had driven him out of town, and +although he had a hearty contempt for the man, he was +too high spirited to leave town and give the people any +reason to think that Strout's antipathy to him had anything +to do with it.</p> + +<p>Finally a bright idea struck him. Why hadn't he +thought of it before? He would go and see Uncle Ike, +state the case frankly and ask him to let him live with him +for a month. He could bunk in the kitchen, and he preferred +Uncle Ike's conversation to that of any other of the +male sex whom he had met in Eastborough. With this +idea firmly fixed in his mind he retired and slept peacefully.</p> + +<p>While Quincy was debating with himself and coming to +the conclusion previously mentioned, another conversation, +in which his name often occurred, took place in Deacon +Mason's kitchen.</p> + +<p>The old couple were seated by the old-fashioned fireplace, +in which a wood fire was burning. The stove had superseded +the hanging crane and the tin oven for cooking purposes, +but Deacon Mason clung to the old-fashioned fireplace +for heat and light. The moon was high and its rays +streamed in through the windows, the curtains of which +had not been drawn.</p> + +<p>For quite a while they sat in silence, then Deacon Mason +said, "There is something I want to speak about, mother, +and yet I don't want to. I know there is nothing to it and +nothing likely to come of it, but the fact is, mother, Huldy's +bein' talked about down to the Corner, 'cause Mr. Sawyer is +boardin' here. You know she goes out ridin' with him, +which ain't no harm, and she has a sort o' broken with +'Zekiel, for which I am sorry, for 'Zekiel is one of the likely +young men of the town."</p> + +<p>"So I do, father," said Mrs. Mason, "and if you don't +meddle, things will come out all right. Mr. Sawyer don't +<a name="Page_93" id="Page_93"></a>care nothing for Huldy, and I don't think she cares anything +for him. He will be going back to the city in a little +while and then things will be all right again."</p> + +<p>"Well," said the Deacon, "I think Huldy better stop +goin' out to ride with him anyway; she is high spirited, +and if I tell her not to go she'll want to know why."</p> + +<p>"But," broke in Mrs. Mason, "ef you tell him won't he +want to know why?"</p> + +<p>"Well, perhaps," said the Deacon, "but I will speak to +him anyway."</p> + +<p>The next morning after breakfast Deacon Mason asked +Mr. Sawyer to step into the parlor, and remarking that +when he had anything to say he always said it right out, he +asked Quincy if he was on good terms with Mr. 'Zekiel +Pettengill.</p> + +<p>"I don't know," said Quincy. "I don't know of anything +that I have done at which he could take offence, but he +keeps away from me, and when I do meet him and speak +to him, a 'yes' or 'no' is all I get in reply."</p> + +<p>"Haven't you any idea what makes him treat you so?" +asked the Deacon.</p> + +<p>Quincy flushed.</p> + +<p>"Yes, Mr. Mason, I think I do know, but it never entered +my mind until late yesterday afternoon, and then it +was called to my attention by a stranger. I am glad I have +this chance to speak to you, Mr. Mason, for while I have +had a very enjoyable time here, I have decided to find +another boarding place, and I shall leave just as soon as I +make the necessary arrangements."</p> + +<p>The Deacon was a little crestfallen at having the business +taken out of his hands so quickly, and saying he was very +sorry to have the young man go, he sought his wife and told +her everything was fixed up and that Mr. Sawyer was going +away.</p> + +<p>Quincy started to leave the house by the front door; in +<a name="Page_94" id="Page_94"></a>the hallway he met Huldy, who had just come down stairs. +He had asked her to go to ride with him that day, and as he +looked at her pretty face he vowed to himself that he would +not be deprived of that pleasure. It could do no harm, for +it would be their last ride together and probably their last +meeting.</p> + +<p>He said, "Good morning, Miss Mason," and then added +with that tone which the society belle considers a matter of +course, but which is so pleasing to the village maiden, +"You look charming this morning, Miss Mason. I don't +think our ride to-day could make your cheeks any redder +than they are now." Huldy blushed, making her cheeks a +still deeper crimson. "I will be here at one o'clock with +the team," said Quincy. "Will you be ready?"</p> + +<p>"Yes," answered Huldy softly.</p> + +<p>Quincy raised his hat, and a moment later he was on his +way to Eastborough Centre.</p> + +<p>He walked briskly and thought he would stop at Uncle +Ike's and carry out the resolution he had made the night +before, but as he turned up the path that led to the house he +saw a man standing on the steps talking to Uncle Ike, who +stood in the doorway. The young man was Ezekiel Pettengill. +Shakespeare says,</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>"'Tis conscience that makes cowards of us all,"</p></div> + +<p>and although Quincy at heart was a gentleman, he also +knew it was not quite right for him to take Miss Mason out +riding again under the circumstances; but young men are +often stubborn and Quincy felt a little stiff-necked and +rebellious that morning.</p> + +<p>He reached Eastborough Centre, mailed his father the +letter relating to Jim Sawyer, and going to the stable, +picked out the best rig it could supply. He always had the +same horse. It was somewhat small in size, but a very +plump, white mare; she was a good roadster and it was +never necessary to touch her with the whip. Shake it in +<a name="Page_95" id="Page_95"></a>the stock and she would not forget it for the next two miles. +The stable keeper told with much unction how two fellows +hired her to go from Eastborough Centre to Montrose. On +their way home they had drunk quite freely at the latter +place, and thought they would touch the mare up with the +whip; they were in an open team and the result was that +she left them at different points along the road and reached +home with no further impediment to her career than the +shafts and the front wheels.</p> + +<p>Instead of coming back by the main road which led by +Uncle Ike's, Quincy went through by what was called The +Willows, which increased the distance a couple of miles. +Nevertheless, it lacked five minutes of one o'clock when he +drove up to Deacon Mason's front door.</p> + +<p>Huldy was all dressed for the occasion, and with a "Good-by, +mother," to Mrs. Mason, who was in the kitchen, was +out the front door, helped into the team, and they were off +just as the startled matron reached the parlor window. +Mrs. Mason returned to the kitchen and at that moment the +Deacon came in from the barn.</p> + +<p>"What's the matter, mother?" asked the Deacon, noticing +her excited and somewhat troubled look.</p> + +<p>"Huldy is gone out riding again with Mr. Sawyer," said +she.</p> + +<p>The Deacon was a good Christian man and didn't swear, +but he was evidently thinking deeply. Finally he said, +"Well, mother, we must make the best of it. I'll help +him find a boarding place if he don't get one by to-morrow."</p> + +<p>They had a splendid drive. The air was cool, but not +biting, the sun was warm, the roads had dried up since the +recent thaw, which had removed the snow, with the exception +of some patches in the fields, and the high-topped +buggy rolled smoothly over the ground.</p> + +<p>They passed through the little square in front of Hill's +grocery, and as luck would have it, Professor Strout was +<a name="Page_96" id="Page_96"></a>standing on the platform smoking a cigar. Huldy smiled +and nodded to him, and Quincy, with true politeness, followed +a city custom and raised his hat, but the Professor +did not return the bow, nor the salute, but turning on his +heel walked into the grocery store.</p> + +<p>"Professor Strout is not very polite, is he, Mr. Sawyer?" +asked Huldy, laughing.</p> + +<p>Quincy replied, looking straight ahead, "He has never +learned the first letter in the alphabet of the art."</p> + +<p>Quincy had a disagreeable duty to perform. He enjoyed +Miss Huldy's company, but she was not the sort of girl he +could love enough to make his wife. Then the thought +came to him, supposing she should fall in love with him; +that was not impossible, and it must be prevented.</p> + +<p>When they were about half a mile from Mason's Corner, +on their way home, Quincy realized that he could not put +the matter off any longer.</p> + +<p>Just as he was going to speak to her she turned to him +and said, "Let me drive the rest of the way home, Mr. +Sawyer."</p> + +<p>"Oh, no," replied Quincy, "I think I had better keep the +reins. You know I am responsible for you until you are +safe at home."</p> + +<p>Huldy pouted. "You think I can't drive," said she, "I +have driven horses all my life. Please let me, Mr. Sawyer," +she added coaxingly. And she took the reins from his +hands.</p> + +<p>"Well," said Quincy, "you are now responsible for me +and I shall expect you to be very careful."</p> + +<p>They drove a short distance in silence; then Quincy +turned to her and said abruptly, "This is our last ride together, +Miss Mason."</p> + +<p>"Why?" inquired she with an astonished look in her face.</p> + +<p>"I am going to leave your very pleasant home to-morrow," +said Quincy.</p><p><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97"></a></p> + +<p>The girl's cheeks paled perceptibly.</p> + +<p>"Are you going back to Boston?" she asked.</p> + +<p>"No, not for some time," Quincy replied, "but I have +had some advice given me and I think it best to follow it."</p> + +<p>"You have been advised to leave my father's house," +said she, holding the reins listlessly in her hand.</p> + +<p>Quincy said, "You won't be offended if I tell you the +whole truth?"</p> + +<p>"No; why should I?" asked Huldy.</p> + +<p>As she said this she gathered up the reins and gave them +a sharp pull. The white mare understood this to be a signal +to do some good travelling and she started off at a +brisk trot.</p> + +<p>Quincy said, "I was told yesterday by a friend that if I +was not a marrying man they would advise me to leave +Deacon Mason's house at once."</p> + +<p>The blood shot into Huldy's face at once. He was not a +marrying man and consequently he was going to leave. +He did not care for her or he would stay. Then another +thought struck her. Perhaps he was going away because +he was afraid she would fall in love with him.</p> + +<p>As the Deacon had said, she was high spirited, and for an +instant she was filled with indignation. She shut her eyes, +and her heart seemed to stop its beating. She heard +Quincy's voice, "Look out for the curve, Miss Mason." +She dropped the left rein and mechanically gave the right +one a strong, sharp pull with both hands. Quincy grasped +the reins, but it was too late.</p> + +<p>Huldy's pull on the right rein had thrown the horse +almost at right angles to the buggy. The steep hill and +sharp curve in the road did the rest. The buggy stood for +an instant on two wheels, then fell on its side with a crash, +taking the horse off her feet at the same time.</p> + +<p>Huldy pitched forward as the buggy was falling, striking +her left arm upon the wheel, and then fell into the road.<a name="Page_98" id="Page_98"></a> +Quincy gave a quick leap over the dasher, falling on the +prostrate horse, and grasping her by the head, pressed it +to the ground. The mare lay motionless. Quincy rushed +to Miss Mason and lifted her to her feet, but found her a +dead weight in his arms. He looked in her face. She had +evidently fainted. Her left arm hung by her side in a helpless +sort of way; he touched it lightly between the elbow and +shoulder. It was broken. Grasping her in his arms he ran +to the back door and burst into the kitchen where Mrs. +Mason was at work.</p> + +<p>Quincy said in quick, excited tones, "There has been an +accident, Mrs. Mason, and your daughter's arm is broken; +she has also fainted. I will take her right to her room and +put her on her bed. You can bring her out of that." Suiting +the action to the word, he took Huldy upstairs, saying, +"I will go for the doctor at once."</p> + +<p>Then he dashed down the stairs and out of the front +door; as he reached the team he found Hiram standing +beside it, his eyes wide open with astonishment.</p> + +<p>"Had a smash-up, Mr. Sawyer?" he asked. "How did it +happen?"</p> + +<p>"All my carelessness," said Quincy. "Come, give me a +lift on the buggy, quick."</p> + +<p>How it was done Quincy could never tell afterwards, but +in a very short time the buggy was righted, the mare on her +feet and the harness adjusted. Hiram took off his cap and +began dusting the mare, whose white coat showed the dust +very plainly.</p> + +<p>"Where does the nearest doctor live, Hiram?" asked +Quincy.</p> + +<p>"Second house up the road you just come down," said +Hiram. "The folks say he don't know much, anyway."</p> + +<p>"Well, you get him here as quick as possible," said +Quincy. "I am going to Eastborough Centre to telegraph +<a name="Page_99" id="Page_99"></a>for a surgeon and a trained nurse. Can you remember +that?"</p> + +<p>Quincy passed him a dollar bill.</p> + +<p>Hiram winked and said, "I guess I can," and darted off +up the hill.</p> + +<p>Quincy sprang into the team and the white mare dashed +forward at full speed. As he reached the Pettengill house +he saw Ezekiel standing at the front gate. With difficulty +he pulled the mare up, for she was greatly excited.</p> + +<p>"Mr. Pettengill," said he, "there has been a serious accident. +Miss Mason has been thrown from her carriage and +her left arm is broken. I sent Hiram for a doctor and I +am on my way to Eastborough to telegraph to Boston for +a surgeon and a nurse. I shall not return to-night. Go up +to the Deacon's and stay with her."</p> + +<p>As he said this the mare gave a bound forward and she +never slackened pace until Eastborough Centre was +reached.</p> + +<p>Quincy sent his telegram and returned the injured buggy +and the horse to the stable keeper, telling him to have it +repaired and he would pay the bill. He arranged to have +a driver and a four-seated team ready on the arrival of the +train bearing the doctor and the nurse. In about an hour +he received a telegram that they would leave on the 6.05 +express and would reach Eastborough Centre at 7.15.</p> + +<p>They arrived, and the hired driver, doctor, and nurse +started for Mason's Corner.</p> + +<p>The last train to Boston left at 9.20. Ten minutes before +that hour the team returned with the doctor.</p> + +<p>"She is all right," he said. "Everything has been done +for her, and the other doctor will write me when my services +are needed again. Good night."</p> + +<p>The train dashed in and the doctor sped back to Boston.</p> + +<p>Quincy had engaged a room at the hotel, and he at once +<a name="Page_100" id="Page_100"></a>retired to it, but not to sleep. He passed the most uncomfortable +night that had ever come to him.</p> + +<p>The next afternoon Hiram told Mandy that he heard +Professor Strout say to Robert Wood that he guessed that +"accident would never have occurred if that city chap +hadn't been trying to drive hoss with one hand."</p> + +<p>Mandy said, "That Strout is a mean old thing, anyway, +and if you tell me another thing that he says, I'll fill your +mouth full o' soft soap, or my name isn't Mandy Skinner."</p><p><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101"></a></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XI" id="CHAPTER_XI"></a>CHAPTER XI.</h2> + +<h3>SOME SAD TIDINGS.<br /></h3> + +<p>The morning of the accident, when Quincy saw Ezekiel +Pettengill standing on the steps of Uncle Ike's house, +Ezekiel was the bearer of some sad tidings.</p> + +<p>He recognized Quincy as the latter started to come up +the path, and saw him retrace his steps, and naturally +thought, as most men would, that the reason Quincy did +not come in was because he did not wish to meet him.</p> + +<p>"Who was you looking after?" asked Uncle Ike, as Ezekiel +entered the room and closed the door.</p> + +<p>"I think it was Mr. Sawyer," replied Ezekiel, "on his +way to Eastborough Centre."</p> + +<p>"That Mr. Sawyer," said Uncle Ike, "is a very level-headed +young man. He called on me once and I like him +very much. Do you know him, 'Zeke?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, I know who he is," Ezekiel answered, "but I have +never been introduced to him. He nods and I nod, or I +say, 'good mornin',' and he says, 'good mornin'.'"</p> + +<p>"Don't you go up to Deacon Mason's as much as you +used to, 'Zeke?" asked Uncle Ike. "I thought Huldy and +you were going to make a match of it."</p> + +<p>Ezekiel replied, "Well, to be honest, Uncle Ike, Huldy +and me had a little tiff, and I haven't seen her to speak to +her for more than three weeks, but I guess it will all come +out all right some day."</p> + +<p>"Well, you're on the right track, 'Zeke," said Uncle Ike. +"Do all your fighting before you get married. But what +brings you down here so early in the morning?"</p><p><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102"></a></p> + +<p>"I've got some bad news," replied Ezekiel. "Have you +heard from Alice lately?"</p> + +<p>"No," said Uncle Ike, "and I can't understand it. She +has always written to me once a fortnight, and it's a month +now since I heard from her, and she has sent me a book +every Christmas until this last one."</p> + +<p>"She has been very sick, Uncle Ike," said Ezekiel. "She +was taken down about the middle of December and was +under the doctor's care for three weeks."</p> + +<p>"Is she better?" asked Uncle Ike eagerly.</p> + +<p>"Yes, she is up again," said Ezekiel, "but she is very +weak; but that ain't the worst of it," he added.</p> + +<p>"Why, what's the matter?" asked Uncle Ike. "Why +didn't her friends let us know?"</p> + +<p>"She wouldn't let them," said Ezekiel. "If it hadn't +been for what the eye doctor told her she wouldn't have +telegraphed to me what she did."</p> + +<p>"Well, what's the matter with her?" cried Uncle Ike +almost fiercely.</p> + +<p>"Well, Uncle Ike," said Ezekiel, and the tears stood in +his eyes as he said it, "our Allie is almost blind, but the +eye doctor says she will get better, but it will take a very +long time. She has had to give up her job, and I am going +to Boston again to-morrow to bring her home to the old +house."</p> + +<p>"What's the matter with her eyes?" asked Uncle Ike.</p> + +<p>"He called them cataracts," said Ezekiel, "or something +like that."</p> + +<p>Uncle Ike sat down in his armchair and thought for a +minute or two.</p> + +<p>"Yes," he said, "I know what they are; I have read all +about them, and I know people who have had them. One +was a schoolmate of mine. He was a mighty smart fellow +and I felt sorry for him and used to help him out in his +<a name="Page_103" id="Page_103"></a>studies. I heard he had his eyes operated on and recovered +his sight."</p> + +<p>"Well, the doctor she has," said Ezekiel, "is agin operations. +He says they can be cured without them. She +drops something in her eyes and blows something in them, +and then the tears come, and then she sits quietly with her +hands folded, thinking, I suppose, till the time comes to +use the medicine again."</p> + +<p>"What can I do to help you?" asked Uncle Ike. "You +know I always loved Alice even better than I did my own +children, because she is more lovable, I suppose. Now, +'Zeke, if you want any money for doctor's bills or anything +else, I am ready to do everything in the world I can for +Alice. Did she ask after me, 'Zeke?"</p> + +<p>"Almost the first thing she said was, 'How is dear old +Uncle Ike?' and then she said how glad she would be to get +back to Eastborough, where she could have you to talk to. +'I am lonesome now,' she said, 'I cannot write nor read, and +the time passes so slowly with no one to talk to.'"</p> + +<p>"But the poor dear girl can't walk down here to see me," +said Uncle Ike.</p> + +<p>"That's just what I came to see you about," said Ezekiel. +"The greatest favor you can do Alice and me is to come up +to the old house and live with us for a while and be company +for Alice. You can have the big front room that +father and mother used to have, and Alice's room, you +know, is just side of that. In a little while I shall have to +be busy on the farm and poor Alice—"</p> + +<p>"Don't talk any more about it, 'Zeke," said Uncle Ike. +"Of course I'll come. She will do me as much good as I'll +do her. Send down the boys with the team to-morrow +noon and I'll be all settled by the time you get back."</p> + +<p>"I'll do it," said Ezekiel. "It is very good of you. Uncle +Ike, to give up your little home here that you like so much +and come to live with us. I know you wouldn't do it for +<a name="Page_104" id="Page_104"></a>anybody but Alice, and I'll leave her to thank you when +she gets down here."</p> + +<p>Uncle Ike and Ezekiel shook hands warmly.</p> + +<p>"Don't you need any money, 'Zeke?" asked Uncle Ike.</p> + +<p>"No," replied Ezekiel. "Alice wouldn't let me pay out +a cent; she had some money saved up in the bank and she +insisted on paying for everything herself. She wouldn't +come home till I promised 'her I'd let her pay her board +when she got able to work again."</p> + +<p>"She always was independent," said Uncle Ike, "and that +was one reason why I liked her. But more than that, she +is the fairest-minded and best-tempered woman I ever met +in my life, and I have seen a good many."</p> + +<p>Ezekiel shook hands again with Uncle Ike, and then +started off briskly with a much lighter heart than he had +before the interview. Reaching home he astonished Mandy +Skinner by telling her that he was going to bring his sister +down from Boston and that Uncle Ike was coming to live +with them for a while.</p> + +<p>"My Lord!" cried Mandy, "and do you expect me to do +all this extra work?"</p> + +<p>"I don't expect nothing," said Ezekiel. "You can get +old Mrs. Crowley to come and do the heavy work, and I +guess you can get along. You allus said you liked her, she +was such a nice washer and ironer. She can have the little +room over the ell, and I'll give you a dollar a week extra for +your trouble. Do you think you can get along, Mandy?"</p> + +<p>Mandy answered, "I know I can with your sister all +right, but if your Uncle Ike comes out here in the kitchen +and tells me how to roast meat and make pies, as he did +once, there will be trouble, and he may have to do all the +cooking."</p> + +<p>Ezekiel smiled, but said nothing, and went off upstairs to +look at the two rooms that were to be occupied by Uncle +Ike and poor Allie.</p><p><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105"></a></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XII" id="CHAPTER_XII"></a>CHAPTER XII.</h2> + +<h3>LOOKING FOR A BOARDING PLACE.<br /></h3> + +<p>When Quincy awoke in his room at the hotel on the +morning after the accident he found to his great +surprise that it was nine o'clock. He arose and dressed +quickly, and after a light breakfast started off towards +Uncle Ike's. Reaching the house he was astonished at the +sight that met his gaze. Everything was out of place. The +bed was down and the bedding tied up in bundles; the books +had been taken from the bookcase and had been piled up on +the table. There was no fire in the stove, and the funnel +was laid upon the top of it. Quincy had remembered that +he had seen a pile of soot on the ground near the steps as he +came up them. All of Uncle Ike's cooking utensils were +packed in a soap box which stood near the stove.</p> + +<p>"What's the matter, Mr. Pettengill, are you going to +move?" asked Quincy.</p> + +<p>"For a time at least," replied Uncle Ike. "'Zeke Pettengill's +sister has been struck blind and he is going to bring +her down home this afternoon and I am going to live with +them and be company for her. I always thought as much +of Alice as if she was my own daughter, and now she is in +trouble, her old uncle isn't going back on her. It isn't Ike +Pettengill's way."</p> + +<p>"Have you seen 'Zekiel Pettengill this morning?" asked +Quincy.</p> + +<p>"No, nor I didn't expect to," replied Uncle Ike. "I suppose +he went to Boston on the nine o'clock train and will +be back on the three o'clock express."</p><p><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106"></a></p> + +<p>"Mr. Pettengill," said Quincy, "can you give me fifteen +minutes' time for a talk?"</p> + +<p>"Well," said Uncle Ike, looking at his watch, "it will be +half an hour before Cobb's twins will be down here with +the team, and I might as well listen to you as sit around and +do nothing. They are coming down again by and by to +get the chickens. I have a good mind to set the house on +fire and burn it up. If I don't, I suppose some tramp will, +and if I need another house like it, thank the Lord I've got +money enough to build it."</p> + +<p>"No, don't burn it up, Mr. Pettengill," said Quincy. +"Let it to me. I am around looking for a boarding place +myself."</p> + +<p>"Why, what's the matter, what made you leave Deacon +Mason's?"</p> + +<p>"That's what I want to tell you," said Quincy. "Time is +limited and I'll make my story short, but you are a friend +of my father's, and I want you to understand the whole +business."</p> + +<p>"Why, what have you been up to?" asked Uncle Ike, +opening his eyes.</p> + +<p>"Nothing," said Quincy, "and that's the trouble. When +I went to Deacon Mason's nobody told me that his daughter +was engaged to Ezekiel Pettengill."</p> + +<p>"And she isn't," interjected Uncle Ike.</p> + +<p>"Well," said Quincy, "they have been keeping company +together, but I didn't know it. Miss Mason is a pretty girl +and a very pleasant one. Time hung heavily on my hands +and I naturally paid her some attentions; gave her flowers +and candy, and took her out to ride, but I never thought of +falling in love with her, and I am not conceited enough to +think she is in love with me."</p> + +<p>"Well, I don't know," said Uncle Ike reflectively. "Perhaps +she has heard your father was worth a million dollars."</p> + +<p>"No, I don't believe that," said Quincy. "Miss Mason +<a name="Page_107" id="Page_107"></a>is too true and honest a girl to marry a man simply for his +money."</p> + +<p>"Well, I think you are right there," remarked Uncle Ike.</p> + +<p>"New Year's night," said Quincy, "at the concert in the +Town Hall, Strout, the singing teacher, got down on me because +Miss Putnam and I received so much applause for +singing a duet together. Then I broke his heart by whistling +a tune for the girls and boys, and then again he doesn't +like me because I am from the city! he hired a fellow to +whip me, but the fellow didn't know how to box and I +knocked him out very quickly. Now that Strout can't hurt +me any other way he has gone to work making up lies, and +the village is full of gossip about Miss Mason and me. +Deacon Mason was going to talk to me about it, but I told +him yesterday morning that I was going to get another +boarding place, and I should have done so yesterday but +for a very unfortunate accident."</p> + +<p>"Accident?" said Uncle Ike; "why, you seem to be all +right."</p> + +<p>"I wish I had been the victim," said Quincy, "instead of +Miss Mason. I took her out riding yesterday and the +buggy got tipped over right in front of Deacon Mason's +house, and Miss Mason had her left arm broken above the +elbow. I have done all I could to atone for my carelessness, +but I am afraid 'Zeke Pettengill will never forgive me. +I wish, Mr. Pettengill, you would make him understand my +position in the matter. I would like to be good friends with +him, for I have nothing against him. He is the most gentlemanly +young man that I have seen in the town. I value +his good opinion and I want him to understand that I +haven't intentionally done anything to wrong or injure +him."</p> + +<p>Uncle Ike covered his eyes with his hands and mused for +a few minutes; then he finally said, "Mr. Sawyer, I have +got an idea. That fellow, Strout, thinks he runs this town, +<a name="Page_108" id="Page_108"></a>and it would tickle him to death if he thought he made +things uncomfortable for you. Then, again, I happen to +know that he is sweet on Huldy Mason himself, and he +would do all he could to widen the breach between 'Zeke +and her. You see, he isn't but forty himself, and he +wouldn't mind the difference in ages at all. Now, my plan +is this." Uncle Ike looked out the window and said, "Here +comes Cobb's twins with the team. Now we will take, my +things up to the house, then you take the team and go up +to Deacon Mason's and get your trunk and bring it down +to Pettengill's house. You will be my guest for to-night, +anyway, and if I don't make things right with 'Zeke so you +can stay there, I'll fix it anyway so you can stay till you get +a place to suit you. Now don't say no, Mr. Sawyer. Your +father and I are old friends and he will sort o' hold me +responsible for your good treatment. I won't take no for +an answer. If you have no objections, Mr. Sawyer, I wish +you would keep your eye on those books when they are +put into the team, for those Cobb boys handle everything +as though it was a rock or a tree stump." And Uncle Ike, +taking his kerosene lamp in one hand and his looking +glass in the other, cried, "Come in," as one of the Cobb +boys knocked on the door.</p><p><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109"></a></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XIII" id="CHAPTER_XIII"></a>CHAPTER XIII.</h2> + +<h3>A VISIT TO THE VICTIM.<br /></h3> + +<p>It was not until Quincy had reached the Pettengill house +and helped Uncle Ike get his things in order, that he +finally decided to accept Uncle Ike's offer. If he went to +Eastborough Centre to live at the hotel, he knew Strout +would consider he had won a victory. He had thought of +going to Mr. and Mrs. Putnam about a room and board, +but then he remembered Lindy, and said to himself that +Miss Putnam was a pretty girl and it would be the same old +story over again. Then he thought, "There won't be any +danger here with a blind girl and Mandy Skinner, and if +Uncle Ike can arrange matters it will be the best thing I +can do."</p> + +<p>And so he drove up to Deacon Mason's with Cobb's +twins, saw Mrs. Mason, went upstairs and packed his trunk +quickly, and the Cobb boys drove away with it to his new, +though perhaps only temporary, lodgings.</p> + +<p>When Quincy went downstairs, Mrs. Mason was in the +parlor, and she beckoned to him to come in. He entered +and closed the door.</p> + +<p>"I want to speak to you a few minutes," said she, "and I +want to tell you first I don't blame you a bit. I know you +told 'Zeke Pettengill that the tip-over was all your carelessness, +but Huldy says it ain't so. She said she was driving, +though you didn't want her to, and the accident was all her +fault. Now, I believe my daughter tells the truth, and the +Deacon thinks so too."</p> + +<p>"Well, Mrs. Mason," said Quincy, "what your daughter +<a name="Page_110" id="Page_110"></a>says is partly true, but I am still to blame for allowing her +to drive a horse with which she was not acquainted."</p> + +<p>"That warn't the trouble, Mr. Sawyer," said Mrs. Mason. +"Huldy told me the whole truth. You said something to +her about going away. She had heard what the village +gossips were saying. Huldy's got a high temper and she +was so mad that she got flustrated, and that's what caused +all the trouble. I like you, Mr. Sawyer, and Huldy likes +you. She says you have allus been a perfect gentleman, +and the Deacon now is awful sorry you are going, but I +hope you will come and see us often while you stay at +Mason's Corner."</p> + +<p>"I certainly shall, Mrs. Mason," replied Quincy. "How +is Miss Mason?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, she is fust rate," said the Deacon's wife. "That +doctor from the city fixed her arm all up in what he called +a jacket, and that nurse that you sent just seems to know +what Huldy wants before she can ask for it I hear them +nurses are awful expensive, and I don't think she better +stay but a day or two longer."</p> + +<p>"She can't leave till the surgeon comes from Boston and +says she can go," he remarked, thinking this was the easiest +way to get out of it. "May I see Miss Mason?" he added.</p> + +<p>"Certainly," replied Mrs. Mason. "She is in the front +chamber. We moved her in there 'cause there is a fireplace +in the room and the nurse objected to the wood stove that +Huldy had in her room. She said it was either too hot or +too cold, and that Huldy must have an even temperature."</p> + +<p>As Quincy entered the room Huldy looked up and a +faint smile lighted her face. Her usually rosy cheeks +showed only a faint touch of pink. The helpless left arm, +in its plaster of paris jacket, rested on the outside of the +white quilt, the fingers on her little hand projecting beyond +the covering.</p> + +<p>Quincy advanced to the bedside and took a vacant chair.<a name="Page_111" id="Page_111"></a> +The nurse was sitting by the window. She glanced up at +him and at Mrs. Mason, who followed close behind him, +but continued the reading of her book.</p> + +<p>Quincy said lightly, as he reached over and took the +right hand and gave it a little shake, "You're not shaking +hands with the left, Miss Mason."</p> + +<p>"No," said Huldy, "I wish I could shake it, but nurse +says it will have to stay on for two or three weeks, and it is +so heavy, Mr. Sawyer."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Mason went to the nurse and whispered to her, +"Don't let him stay too long." The nurse nodded and Mrs. +Mason left the room.</p> + +<p>Quincy said in a low tone, as he sat in the chair by the +bedside, "Miss Mason, I can't express my sorrow for this +unfortunate occurrence. Your mother says you have told +her it was your fault. But I insisted it was my fault in +allowing you to drive a strange horse."</p> + +<p>Huldy smiled. "It wasn't the horse, Mr. Sawyer," she +said, and quickly changing the subject asked, "Where are +you going to board now?".</p> + +<p>"Old Uncle Ike Pettengill has taken pity on me," replied +Quincy, thinking he would not say anything about going +to Ezekiel Pettengill's house.</p> + +<p>"But," said Huldy, "Zekiel called here this morning +before he went to Boston for his sister and told me that +Uncle Ike was coming to live with him. Didn't I hear +them take your trunk away a little while ago?"</p> + +<p>Quincy saw it was useless to prevaricate, so he said, "My +trunk was taken to Mr. Ezekiel Pettengill's house."</p> + +<p>"I hope you and 'Zekiel will be good friends," said +Huldy, with a grave look on her face.</p> + +<p>"I trust we may become so," remarked Quincy. "I am +afraid we are not now, and I am still more afraid it is my +fault that we are not on the best of terms."</p> + +<p>Huldy turned her face towards him, a red flush coloring +<a name="Page_112" id="Page_112"></a>her cheeks and brow. "No," she said, with vehemence, +"it was my fault, and you know it, Mr. Sawyer. How you +must hate me for having caused you so much trouble." +She gave a convulsive sob and burst into a flood of tears.</p> + +<p>Quincy was on the point of assuring Huldy that he could +never hate her and that they would always be good +friends, but he had no opportunity to frame the words.</p> + +<p>As Huldy sobbed and began to cry, the nurse jumped to +her feet, dropped her book on the floor, and came quickly +to the bedside. She said nothing, but the look upon her +face convinced Quincy that he must wait for a more auspicious +moment to declare his friendly sentiment. So +with a "Good-by, Miss Mason, I'll call again soon," he +quitted the apartment and left the victim to the ministrations +of the nurse.</p><p><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113"></a></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XIV" id="CHAPTER_XIV"></a>CHAPTER XIV.</h2> + +<h3>A QUIET EVENING.<br /></h3> + +<p>After the somewhat exciting termination of his interview +with Miss Mason, Quincy left the house quickly +and walked down to Ezekiel Pettengill's. Uncle Ike was +there and he told Mandy to show Mr. Sawyer to his room, +which proved to be the big front one upstairs.</p> + +<p>When he was alone, Quincy sank into the capacious +rocking chair and fell to thinking. His mind went back to +his parting with Miss Mason. She had said that it wasn't +the horse, so it must have been what he said to her. Was +she angry because he had decided to go in order to stop +village gossip, or had she really cared for him? Well, it +was over now. He would never know what her real feelings +were, and after all it was best for him not to know. +He would drop the whole matter where it was. Then he +began to think about his present position. Here he was +located in the house of the man who would naturally be +considered the last one to desire his company.</p> + +<p>Uncle Ike had told him that he would make it all right. +If he failed in this and Ezekiel objected to his remaining +he could move again. He was determined not to leave +Mason's Corner till he got ready, and he felt sure he would +not be ready to go until he had squared accounts with +Strout.</p> + +<p>Presently he heard the sound of wheels. The Pettengill +house faced the south and Eastborough Centre lay west of +Mason's Corner, so he could not see the team when it +<a name="Page_114" id="Page_114"></a>arrived, as it drove up to the back door, but he knew that +Ezekiel had arrived with his sister. Uncle Ike and Cobb's +twins went down stairs quickly; there was a jumble of +voices, and then the party entered the house. A short time +after he heard persons moving in the room adjoining his, +and guessed that Ezekiel's sister was to occupy it.</p> + +<p>Then he fell to imagining the conversation that was +doubtless going on between Uncle Ike and his nephew. +Quincy was not naturally nervous, but he did not like suspense; +almost unconsciously he arose and walked back and +forth across the room several times. Then it occurred to +him that probably the uncle and nephew were having their +conversation in the parlor, which was right under him, and +he curbed his impatience and threw himself into the armchair, +which stood near the open fireplace.</p> + +<p>As he did so there came a sharp rap at the door. In +response to the quick uttered "Come in," the door opened +and Uncle Ike entered. He came forward, took a seat in +the rocking chair near Quincy and passed him two letters.</p> + +<p>Quincy looked up inquiringly. He had had his mail +sent to Eastborough Centre, where he had hired a box. +At the Mason's Corner post office the letters were stuck +upon a rack, where every one could see them, and Quincy +did not care to have the loungers at Hill's grocery inspecting +his correspondence.</p> + +<p>Uncle Ike saw the look and understood it. Then he +said, "'Zekiel brought these over from Eastborough Centre. +He didn't want to, but the postmaster said one of +them was marked 'In haste,' and he had been over to the +hotel and found that you had gone to Mason's Corner, and +probably wouldn't be back to-day, and so he thought +'Zekiel better bring it over."</p> + +<p>"It was very kind of Mr. Pettengill," said Quincy, "and +I wish you would thank him for me."</p> + +<p>In the meantime he had glanced at his letters. One +<a name="Page_115" id="Page_115"></a>bore, printed in the corner, the names, Sawyer, Crowninshield, +& Lawrence, Counsellors at Law, Court Street, Boston, +Mass. That was from his father. The other was +directed in a feminine hand and bore the postmark, Mason's +Corner, Mass. He could not imagine from whom it could +be.</p> + +<p>"I have had a talk with 'Zekiel," said Uncle Ike, "and +the whole matter is satisfactorily arranged; he is a fair-minded +young fellow and he don't believe you have done +anything with the intention of injuring him. What did +you pay up to Deacon Mason's?"</p> + +<p>"Five dollars a week," replied Quincy.</p> + +<p>"Well, it will be the same here," said Uncle Ike. "You +can stay as long as you like. 'Zeke wouldn't charge you +anything, but I said no, you have got to look out for your +sister, and Mr. Sawyer can afford to pay."</p> + +<p>Quincy broke in, "And I wouldn't stay unless I did pay. +I am able and willing to pay more, if he will take it."</p> + +<p>"Not a cent more," said Uncle Ike. "He will give you +your money's worth, and then one won't owe the other +anything. When you come down to supper I'll introduce +you, just as if you had never seen each other, and you can +both take a fresh start."</p> + +<p>Uncle Ike arose. "By the time you have read your letters +supper will be ready, and I want to go in and have a +talk with Alice. She is my only niece, Mr. Sawyer, and I +think she is the finest girl in Massachusetts, and, as far +as I know, there ain't any better one in the whole world;" +and Uncle Ike went out, closing the door behind him.</p> + +<p>Quincy resumed his seat by the window. The light had +faded considerably, but he could still see to read. Naturally +enough he first opened the letter bearing the feminine +handwriting. He looked at the signature first of all +and read "Lucinda Putnam." "What can she have to write +to me about?" he thought. He read the letter:</p><p><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116"></a></p> + +<p class="right1">Mason's Corner, January 22, 186—</p> + +<p>My dear Mr. Sawyer:—I regret very much that I was +absent when you called, but am glad to learn from mother +that you had a pleasant visit. Although you are from the +city I am sure you would blush if you could hear the nice +things mother said about you. I am conceited enough to +think that you will find time to call on us again soon, for +I wish to consult you regarding an important business +matter. I am going to Boston next Monday in relation to +this business and if you could make it convenient to call +before then it would be greatly appreciated by</p> + +<p class="right3"> +Yours very truly,</p> +<p class="right1"> +<span class="smcap">Lucinda Putnam</span>. +</p> + +<p>Quincy reflected. "What is she up to? Some legal business, +I suppose. Well, I am not practising law now; I +shall have to refer her to—"</p> + +<p>He took up the other letter and read, "Sawyer, Crowninshield, +& Lawrence."</p> + +<p>His father's letter read as follows:</p> + +<p class="right1">Boston, January 21, 186—</p> + +<p>My dear Son:—Yours at hand, and inquiries carefully +noted. I had a brother, James Edward Sawyer; he was +five years older than I and must be about sixty. Father +wished him to study law, but he wouldn't study anything. +When father died he got his share of the money, about +$50,000, but he squandered the most of it in high living. +The next we heard of him he had married a country girl +named Eunice Raymond, I think. He brought her to +Boston and tried to introduce her into the society he had +been brought up in. She was a nice, pretty woman, but +uneducated, and naturally bashful, and James finally left +the city and went to live somewhere in the country, I never +<a name="Page_117" id="Page_117"></a>knew where! he never wrote me after leaving Boston. This +Jim Sawyer may be your uncle. I hope not, but if he is, +remember he is my brother, and if he needs any assistance +let me know at once. I hope your health is improving. +Your mother and sisters are well and send love, as does also</p> + +<p class="right7"> +Your affectionate father,</p> +<p class="right1"> +<span class="smcap">Nathaniel Adams Sawyer</span>. +</p> + +<p>As Quincy finished his second letter there was another +rap at the door and Mandy's voice was heard outside +saying, "Supper's ready, Mr. Saw—yer."</p> + +<p>Quincy jumped to his feet. He had not unlocked his +trunk, as he was not certain that it would be worth while +to do so. It was but the work of a few moments to make +the necessary changes in his toilet. He put on a black +Prince Albert coat in place of a sack coat that he usually +wore, but before he had completed this change there came +another tap on the door, and Mandy's voice was heard +saying, "The things will get cold if you don't come down +right away."</p> + +<p>As Quincy entered the large room which was used for a +dining-room, he was met by Uncle Ike. Ezekiel was standing +a short distance from his uncle. Uncle Ike said, +"'Zekiel, this is my friend, Mr. Sawyer. Mr. Sawyer, this +is my nephew, 'Zekiel Pettengill. I am good friends with +both of you, and I hope you will be good friends to each +other."</p> + +<p>The two men shook hands. If each had any idea of what +the other was thinking about he did not betray it by look +or act.</p> + +<p>Uncle Ike continued, "Mr. Sawyer, this is Jim Cobb and +this is Bill Cobb, and this," as Mandy entered bearing +something for the table, "is Miss Mandy Skinner. Now +that we are all acquainted, I think we had all better introduce +<a name="Page_118" id="Page_118"></a>ourselves at once to the supper. I haven't done such +a hard day's work for sixteen years."</p> + +<p>Ezekiel insisted upon Uncle Ike taking the head of the +table. He motioned Mr. Sawyer to take the second seat +from his uncle on the right, while he took the first seat on +the left, with Cobb's twins next to him.</p> + +<p>Quincy immediately surmised that when the sister +appeared at the table she would probably sit between him +and Uncle Ike.</p> + +<p>The meal was not a very lively one as far as conversation +went. Quincy inquired politely concerning Miss Pettengill's +health, and Uncle Ike said she was tired after her +trip, and Mandy was going to take her supper up to her.</p> + +<p>The meal was plentiful and well cooked. Quincy thought +to himself, how much brighter it would have looked, and +how much better the food would have tasted if Miss Huldy +Mason had been present with her pretty face, joyous laugh, +and occasional bright sayings.</p> + +<p>After supper the things were quickly taken out by +Mandy. The white tablecloth was removed, and one in +which the prevailing color was bright red took its place.</p> + +<p>The three men drew up to the open fireplace. Uncle +Ike pulled out his pipe and said, "Do you allow smoking +here, 'Zeke?"</p> + +<p>'Zekiel replied, "I wish you and Mr. Sawyer to make +yourselves perfectly at home and do just as you would if +you were in your own house."</p> + +<p>"Well, if I did that," said Uncle Ike, "you wouldn't need +Mandy, for I should be chief cook and bottle washer +myself."</p> + +<p>Uncle Ike lighted his pipe, and Ezekiel took a cigar from +his pocket, saying, "I guess I'll smoke, too." Then his face +reddened. He said, "Beg pardon, Mr. Sawyer, I have only +this one."</p> + +<p>"That's all right," rejoined Quincy, "a cigar would be +<a name="Page_119" id="Page_119"></a>too heavy for me to-night. I have a slight headache, and +if you will excuse me I will roll a cigarette."</p> + +<div class="figcenter"> + <a name="image4" id="image4" href="images/image4.png"> + <img src="images/image4-tn.png" alt="Mandy Skinner, As She Appears In The Play." + title="Mandy Skinner, As She Appears In The Play." /> + </a> + <p class="caption">"Mandy Skinner," As She Appears In The Play.</p> +</div> + +<p>He took his little case of rice paper from his pocket and +also a small pouch of tobacco, and deftly made and lighted +a cigarette. The three men sat smoking, and as Quincy +blew a ring into the air he wondered what Sir Walter +Raleigh would have said if he could have looked in upon +them.</p> + +<p>Quincy broke the silence. "I am afraid, Uncle Ike, that +I have caused you much inconvenience by driving you out +of that pleasant front room where I found my trunk."</p> + +<p>"Not a bit," replied Uncle Ike. "I hate carpets, and I +prefer to sleep in my own bed, and what's more, I wanted +to put up my stove, and there was no chance in that front +room. When real cold weather comes I always have a ton +of coal for my stove, so I am much better off where I am +than I would be downstairs. By the way, 'Zeke, just tell +me all about Alice again. You won't mind Mr. Sawyer; he +is one of the family now."</p> + +<p>"Well," said Ezekiel, "Alice was taken sick about the +middle of December. The folks where she boarded sent +for a doctor. It was about eight o'clock in the morning +when she was taken, and it was noon before she got easy, +so they could get her to bed. She thought she was getting +better; then, she had another attack; then she thought +she was getting better again, and the third attack was the +worst of the three. The folks wanted to write to me, but she +wouldn't let them. When she really did begin to get better, +she found out there was something that was worse than +being sick. She found she couldn't see to read either print +or writing, but Alice is a spunky girl, and she wouldn't +give in, even then. A friend told her to go and see Dr. +Moses, who was an eye doctor, and put herself right under +his treatment. She thought she was going to get well right +off at first, but when she found it was likely to be a long +<a name="Page_120" id="Page_120"></a>job, then she gave in and wrote to me. She has brought +her treatment down with her, and the doctor says she will +have to go to Boston once a month to see him, as he is too +busy to come down here."</p> + +<p>At this point in the proceedings the door opened and +Mandy entered, bringing a large dish of big red apples and +another full of cracked shellbarks. She left the room and +returned almost immediately with a large dish full of popcorn.</p> + +<p>"Have an apple?" said Ezekiel. "Help yourselves; we +don't pass anything round here. We put the things on the +table and each one helps himself."</p> + +<p>Mandy came in again, bringing a large pitcher of cider +and some glasses, which she placed upon the table.</p> + +<p>While the three men were discussing their country evening +lunch in silence, an animated conversation was taking +place in the kitchen, the participants being Mandy, Mrs. +Bridget Crowley, and Hiram, who always dropped in during +the evening to get his glass of cider, a luxury that was +not dispensed at Deacon Mason's.</p> + +<p>"Well," said Mandy, "I think it's wasteful extravagance +for you Irish folks to spend so much money on carriages +when one of your friends happens to die. As you just said, +when you lived in Boston you own up you spent fourteen +dollars in one month going to funerals, and you paid a +dollar a seat each time."</p> + +<p>"I did that," said Mrs. Crowley, "and I earned every bit +of it doing washing, for Pat, bless his sowl, was out of +work at the time."</p> + +<p>"Just think of that!" said Mandy, turning to Hiram.</p> + +<p>"Well, it can't be helped," said Mrs. Crowley, obstinately. +"Shure and if I don't go to folks' funerals they won't come +to mine."</p> + +<p>This was too much for Mandy and Hiram, and they +began laughing, which so incensed Mrs. Crowley that she<a name="Page_121" id="Page_121"></a> +<a name="Page_122" id="Page_122"></a><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123"></a>trudged off to her little room in the ell, which departure +just suited Mandy and Hiram.</p> + +<p>"Have you got any soft soap here in the kitchen?" asked +Hiram.</p> + +<p>"No," said Mandy, "I used the last this afternoon. I shall +have to go out in the shed to-morrow morning and get +some."</p> + +<p>"You wouldn't be likely to go out to-night for any?" +asked Hiram.</p> + +<p>"I guess not," said Mandy. "Why, there is rats out in +that shed as big as kittens. Did you want to use some?"</p> + +<p>"No," said Hiram, "but I didn't want you to have any +'round handy, for I am bound to tell you I heard Strout +telling the minister's son that Lindy Putnam writ a letter +to Mr. Sawyer and mailed it at Mason's Corner post office +this mornin', and it was directed to Eastborough Centre, +and Strout said it looked as though they were keeping up +correspondence. I tell you that made 'Manuel Howe mad, +for he's gone on Lindy Putnam himself, and then Strout +said that probably all the fellers in town would have to +put off getting married until that city chap had decided +which one of the girls he wanted himself. And now, hang +it," said Hiram, "he has come to live in this house, and I +sha'n't have any peace of mind."</p> + +<p>Hiram dodged the first apple Mandy threw at his head, +but the second one hit him squarely, and he gave a loud +"Oh!"</p> + +<p>"Stop your noise," said Mandy, "or Mr. Pettengill will +be out here. I'll ask them if they want anything else," as +she rapped on the door. There was no response and she +opened it and looked in. "Why, they have all gone to bed," +she said. At that moment the old clock in the kitchen +struck nine. "It's nine o'clock and you had better be going +home, Hiram Maxwell."</p> + +<p>"I shall have to get some anarchy to put on my forehead,"<a name="Page_124" id="Page_124"></a> +said Hiram. "See that big bump, Mandy, that you +made."</p> + +<p>Mandy approached him quite closely and looked at his +forehead; as she did so she turned up her nose and puckered +her mouth. Her arms were hanging by her side. +Hiram grasped her around the waist, holding both of her +arms tight, and before Mandy could break away he gave +her a kiss full on the mouth.</p> + +<p>He made a quick rush for the door, opened it and dashed +out into the night. Luckily for him there was no moon +and he was out of sight before Mandy could recover her +self-possession and reach the door. She peered out into +the darkness for a moment; then she closed the door and +bolted it, took a lamp and went up to her own room. +Standing in front of her looking glass, she turned up her +nose and puckered up her mouth as she had done when +facing Hiram.</p> + +<p>"That's the first time Hiram Maxwell ever kissed me," +she said to herself, "Mebbe it will be the last time and +mebbe it won't." Then she said reflectively, "I didn't +think the little fellow had so much spunk in him."</p> + +<p>In a quarter of an hour she was dreaming of cupids, and +hearts, and arrows, and St. Valentine's Day, which was not +so very far away.</p><p><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125"></a></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XV" id="CHAPTER_XV"></a>CHAPTER XV.</h2> + +<h3>A LONG LOST RELATIVE.<br /></h3> + +<p>Ezekiel Pettengill owned what Deacon Mason +did not—a nice carryall and a good road horse. +Ezekiel would fix no price, but Quincy would not drive +him unless he paid for the use of the team. One dollar for +half a day, two dollars for a whole day, were the prices +finally fixed upon.</p> + +<p>Quincy drove first to Mrs. Putnam's. As he was ascending +the steps the front door was opened and Lindy stood +there to welcome him, which she did by extending her +hand and then showing him into the parlor. She was evidently +on the point of going out, for she had on her outdoor +garments. After a few commonplaces relating to health +and the weather, Quincy abruptly approached the object +of his visit by saying, "I received your letter, Miss Putnam, +and I have come to see if I can be of any service to you."</p> + +<p>"Oh! I know you can," said Lindy; "you are wealthy—"</p> + +<p>"I beg your pardon," interposed Quincy, "I am not what +they call a wealthy young man; the fact that my father is +possessed of a large fortune has probably given rise to +the incorrect impression just repeated by you."</p> + +<p>"I understand," said Lindy, with a laugh. "What I +meant to say was, that you are undoubtedly acquainted +with wealthy gentlemen, who know the best ways of investing +money. I find my money a great trouble to me," she +continued. "I had $25,000 invested in a first mortgage, +but the property has been sold and the money repaid to me, +and I don't know what to do with it."</p><p><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126"></a></p> + +<p>"The obvious thing to do," remarked Quincy, "is to +invest it at once, so that it will begin paying you interest."</p> + +<p>"That is just what I wished to see you about," responded +Lindy. "How would you advise me to invest it?" +she asked.</p> + +<p>"I would not presume," replied Quincy, "to give positive +advice in such a case. I would go either to Foss & Follansbee, +or Braithwaite & Mellen, or perhaps Rothwell Brothers +& Co., look over the securities they have for sale and +make my own selection, if I were in your place."</p> + +<p>Lindy was manifestly disappointed at Quincy's polite +refusal to recommend any particular security, but she evidently +realized that further argument or entreaty would +be useless, so she quickly changed the subject by remarking +that her mother had considerable money invested, but that +she was a woman who never took any advice and never +gave any.</p> + +<p>"I wonder who my mother is going to leave her money +to? Do you know, Mr. Sawyer?"</p> + +<p>Quincy replied that he did not. "But she did tell me +that by the terms of your brother's will you were not to +inherit it."</p> + +<p>"Well, if you ever find out," said Lindy, "you will tell +me, won't you, Mr. Sawyer?"</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Quincy, "unless I am requested to keep it a +secret."</p> + +<p>"But you wouldn't keep it from me, their own daughter," +said Lindy.</p> + +<p>"Well," he replied, "I don't think it at all likely that they +will inform me; but I promise to tell you if I learn who it is +and am not bound in any way to keep the information +secret."</p> + +<p>"And will you tell me just as soon as you know?" persisted +Lindy.</p> + +<p>"In less than twenty-four hours from the time I learn +<a name="Page_127" id="Page_127"></a>the name you shall hear it from my own lips," he replied.</p> + +<p>"Thank you," said Lindy. "Would you like to see father +and mother? Father has been quite sick for a few days and +they are in their own room. I will go up and tell them you +are coming."</p> + +<p>Quincy was left in the room. That gossip about Miss +Putnam could not be true. Gossip said she was ashamed +of her father and mother, and yet she had invited him to go +up and see them. What a pretty girl she was, well educated +and with a hundred thousand dollars; such a beautiful +singer and their voices blended so nicely together. How +pleased his mother and sisters would be if he should bring +home a wife like her. On the wall hung an oil portrait of +her, evidently painted within a short time. He sat looking +at it as Lindy opened the door.</p> + +<p>Before he could remove his eyes from the picture, Lindy +had noticed his fixed gaze at it and smiled brightly.</p> + +<p>"Mother would be delighted to see you."</p> + +<p>Lindy rang a small bell that was on a table. In a moment +Samanthy entered the room.</p> + +<p>"Samantha, please show Mr. Sawyer to mother's room. +Will you excuse me, Mr. Sawyer, if I am not here to say +good-by to you after you have seen mother? I am going +to the city this morning and there—" looking out of the +window—"here comes Abner Stiles; he is going to drive +me over to Eastborough. Did you ever meet Mr. Stiles, +Mr. Sawyer?"</p> + +<p>"I may have seen him," replied Quincy.</p> + +<p>"Seeing him is nothing," said Lindy. "He must be +heard to be appreciated. He is a most engaging talker; he +has caught the biggest fish and killed the biggest bears—"</p> + +<p>"And told the biggest lies," broke in Quincy,—</p> + +<p>"Of any man in town," Lindy concluded.</p> + +<p>"I think there is one man in town who can tell bigger +<a name="Page_128" id="Page_128"></a>ones," Quincy said gravely; "he has been telling a good +many lately."</p> + +<p>Lindy looked up and smiled. "He will never forgive +us for what we did at the concert," said she, "Well, I +mustn't keep Mr. Stiles waiting any longer, if I do he +may—"</p> + +<p>"Try to compete with the other one," added Quincy.</p> + +<p>She smiled again, and gave him her little gloved hand, +which he took in his for an instant.</p> + +<p>She ran out quickly and got into the team, which immediately +drove off. Samanthy, who had been waiting impatiently +in the hallway, ushered Quincy into an upper +chamber, where sat Mrs. Putnam. Her husband was +reclining on a lounge near the fire.</p> + +<p>"Well, I am awful glad to see yer," said Mrs. Putnam. +"Silas here hasn't been feelin' fust rate for more'n a week. +He's most frozen to death all the time. So I got him up +front of the fire, same as I used to roast turkeys. Set down, +Mr. Sawyer, and tell me all the news. Have you heerd +anybody going to git engaged or anybody going to git +married? I heerd as how you had left Deacon Mason's. +So you 'cided to take my advice. I'm kinder sorry you +tipped the buggy over, for Huldy Mason's a nice girl. The +fact is I was thinkin' more of her than I was of you, when +I told yer you'd better git out. Where be yer boardin' +now?"</p> + +<p>"I am boarding at Mr. Ezekiel Pettengill's. His sister +has got home and his Uncle Isaac has come back to live +with him."</p> + +<p>"Lord sakes, do tell!" said Mrs. Putnam. "I allus +thought that old fool would die out there in the woods and +they'd bury him in his chicken coop. But what on airth is +Alice home for? Has she lost her job?"</p> + +<p>"No," replied Quincy; "poor girl, she has almost lost +<a name="Page_129" id="Page_129"></a>her sight. She has been very sick, and as a result she is +almost blind, and had to give up work and come home."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Putnam sank back in her chair.</p> + +<p>"If I didn't think you were a truthful man, Mr. Sawyer, +I wouldn't b'lieve a word you said. My poor Alice. Why, +do you know, Mr. Sawyer, I never saw a human being in +all my life that I liked so much as I have Alice Pettengill. +Did you ever see her, Mr. Sawyer?"</p> + +<p>"No," said Quincy, "she only arrived yesterday afternoon, +and she did not appear at supper nor at breakfast this +morning. She was tired and wished to rest, her brother +told me."</p> + +<p>"Well, I hope she won't die," said Mrs. Putnam. "I +have left her every dollar I've got in the world, and if she +should die I shouldn't know who on airth to give it to. +Well, there, I've let the cat out of the bag, and my daughter +Lindy, mean as she is about money, would give a thousand +dollars to know who I am goin' to leave my money +to. I wish I could see Alice. I can't walk, and that poor, +deaf girl can't see. Why, Mr. Sawyer, I think she's the +prettiest, sweetest girl I ever sot eyes on in my life, and +I've seed a good many on 'em. Now you tell me what you +think of her the next time you come up, won't you, Mr. +Sawyer?"</p> + +<p>"I certainly will," said Quincy, "and if she will come +with me I will bring her over to see you. If she came from +Boston with her brother, she can surely ride as far as this," +he added.</p> + +<p>"Tell her I shall count every minute till she, comes over +here, but don't say a word to her about my money," said +Mrs. Putnam.</p> + +<p>"Certainly not," Quincy answered. "You did not intend +to tell me."</p> + +<p>"No, I didn't," acknowledged Mrs. Putnam, "it slipped +out before I thought."</p><p><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130"></a></p> + +<p>Quincy arose. "I must go now, Mrs. Putnam. I have +business at Eastborough Centre, and I don't know how +long it will take me, and besides, I am anxious to see Miss +Pettengill after your glowing description of her beauty +and her virtues."</p> + +<p>"Well, I haven't put the paint on half as thick as it +would stand," said Mrs. Putnam. "Well, good-by, Mr. +Sawyer. It's very kind in you to come and see two old +folks like us. No use saying good-by to Silas; he's stone +deef and besides he's sound asleep."</p> + +<p>When Quincy took up the reins and started towards +Eastborough Centre it was with conflicting emotions. If +there had been no Alice Pettengill to see, his thoughts, no +doubt, would have related chiefly to Lindy Putnam, who +had never attracted his attention before as she had that +morning. Could Alice Pettengill be as pretty and as good +as Mrs. Putnam had portrayed? And she was to be an +heiress. He was sorry that Mrs. Putnam had told him. +When he was talking to Miss Pettengill what he knew +would be continually in his mind. He was glad that she +was to have the money, but very sorry that he knew she +was to have it; he had promised not to tell her, but he had +promised to tell Lindy. Mrs. Putnam had not told him +not to tell Lindy, but she had said Lindy would give a +thousand dollars to know. Now, was that the same as +requesting him not to tell Lindy, and should he tell Lindy +for nothing what her mother said she would give a thousand +dollars to know? Anyhow, that question must be +decided within the next twenty-four hours.</p> + +<p>Then he began to think of his intended visit to Eastborough +Poorhouse. Would the Jim Sawyer that he +found there turn out to be his own uncle? What a sweet +morsel that would be for Strout if it proved to be true. +Anyhow, he would follow his father's instructions and do +all he could for his uncle, come what might.</p><p><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131"></a></p> + +<p>Since he had arrived at Mason's Corner everything that +he had done seemed to give rise to gossip, and a little more +of it could do no harm.</p> + +<p>Quincy reached the Poorhouse and inquired for the +keeper. A very stout, red-faced man answered the summons.</p> + +<p>He informed Quincy that his name was Asa Waters, and +that he had been keeper of the town Poorhouse for the +last ten years.</p> + +<p>Quincy thought from his size, as he evidently weighed +between three and four hundred pounds, that he had probably +eaten all the food supplied for the inmates. In reply +to a direct question whether there was a man there by the +name of Jim Sawyer, Mr. Waters said "yes," but that he +was sick abed and had been for the last week.</p> + +<p>"He coughs awful," said Waters; "in fact, I had to +change his room because the rest of us couldn't sleep. +When we tried to move him he became sort of crazy like, +and it took three on us to get him out of the room and take +him upstairs. He seems sot on getting back in that room. +The other day he crawled down stairs and we found him +trying to get into the room, but I had it locked and we had +another fight to get him upstairs again."</p> + +<p>"Well," said Quincy, "I would like to see him; it may +be he is a distant relative of our family. My father wishes +me to talk with him and make the inquiry anyway."</p> + +<p>"What mought your name be?" asked Mr. Waters.</p> + +<p>"My name is Quincy Adams Sawyer."</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes, I remember you," said Waters. "Wasn't you +the singer that Mr. Strout hired to come down from Boston +to sing at his concert. Strout told me he paid you $50 +for singing that night, and by gosh it was worth it."</p> + +<p>Quincy was not a profane young man, but he had to +smother an oath on hearing that. He replied, "Yes, I +sang that night."</p><p><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132"></a></p> + +<p>"And," said Waters, "didn't you whistle that piece, +Listen to the Bobolink, fine?"</p> + +<p>"Here, Sam," said he to a young fellow who appeared +in sight, "show this gentleman up to Jim Sawyer's room; +I'm getting kind of pussy, and I don't go upstairs much."</p> + +<p>Sam performed his mission and Quincy was ushered into +the room and found himself with the sick man.</p> + +<p>"Is your name James Sawyer?" asked Quincy.</p> + +<p>"Yes," said the man. "I used to be proud of it once."</p> + +<p>"Did you have a brother?" asked Quincy.</p> + +<p>"Well," said Jim, "I don't think he would be proud of +me now, so I guess I won't claim any relationship."</p> + +<p>Quincy stopped for a moment. Evidently the man's +pride would keep him from telling anything about himself. +He would try him on a new tack. The man had a long fit +of coughing. When it had subsided, Quincy said, "It +wearies you to talk. I will do the talking, and if what I +say is true you can nod your head." Quincy continued, +"Your name is James Edward Sawyer, your brother's name +was Nathaniel." The man opened his eyes wide and looked +steadfastly at him. "Your father, Edward Sawyer, left +you fifty thousand dollars." The man clutched with both +hands at the quilt on the bed. "You are about sixty years +of age." The man nodded. "You married a young girl +who lived in the country and took her to Boston with you; +her maiden name was Eunice Raymond."</p> + +<p>The man started up in bed, resting on his elbow. "How +did you know all this?" asked he. "Who has told you this? +Who are you?"</p> + +<p>The exertion and the rapid speaking brought on another +fit of coughing and he fell back on his pillow.</p> + +<p>"If what I have said is true," remarked Quincy quietly, +"your brother, Nathaniel, is my father, and I am your +nephew, Quincy Adams Sawyer."</p> + +<p>"Who sent you to see me?" asked the man.</p><p><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133"></a></p> + +<p>"I heard," replied Quincy, "that a man named James +Sawyer was in the Eastborough Poorhouse. I wrote to +my father, and in his reply he told me what I have just +said to you. If you are my uncle, father says to do everything +I can to help you, and if he had not said so I would +have done it anyway."</p> + +<p>"It is all true," said the man faintly. "I squandered the +money my father left me. I married a sweet, young girl +and took her to the city. I tried to introduce her into the +set to which I once belonged. It was a failure. I was +angry, not with myself for expecting too much, but with +her because she gave me too little, as I then thought. We +had two children—a boy named Ray and a little girl named +Mary, after my mother."</p> + +<p>"My grandmother," said Quincy.</p> + +<p>James Sawyer continued: "I took to drink. I abused the +woman whose only fault had been that she had loved me. I +neglected to provide for my family. My wife fell sick, my +two little children died, and my wife soon followed them. +I returned from a debauch which had lasted me for about a +month to find that I was alone in the world. I fled from +the town where we had lived, came here and tried to reform. +I could not. I fell sick and they sent me here to the +Poorhouse. I have had no ambition to leave. I knew if +I did it would mean the same old life. I am glad you +came. I cannot tell you how glad. I do not wish for any +assistance; the town will care for me as long as I live, which +will not be very long; but your coming enables me to perform +an act of justice which otherwise I could not have +done."</p> + +<p>"Tell me in what way I can serve you," said Quincy, +"and it shall be done."</p> + +<p>"Look outside of the door," said the man, "and see if +anybody is listening."</p><p><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134"></a></p> + +<p>Quincy opened the door suddenly and the broad face of +Mr. Asa Waters stood revealed.</p> + +<p>"I thought I would come up and see if Mr. Sawyer +wanted anything."</p> + +<p>"If he does," said Quincy, "I will inform you;" and he +closed the door in Mr. Waters's face.</p> + +<p>Quincy waited till he heard his ponderous footsteps descending +the stairs at the foot of the hallway.</p> + +<p>"Was old Waters out there listening?" asked Jim Sawyer.</p> + +<p>"I don't think he had time to hear anything," Quincy +replied.</p> + +<p>"Come closer," said Jim; "let me whisper. I am not +penniless. I have got some money. I have five thousand +dollars in government bonds. I sold some stock I owned +just before I went off on that last debauch, but I didn't +spend all the money. When I die I want you to pay back +to the town of Eastborough every dollar I owe for board. +Don't let anybody know you got the money from me. Pay +it yourself and keep the balance of it yourself."</p> + +<p>"Where is the money?" said Quincy.</p> + +<p>"It is down in my old room, No. 24, one flight down +from here, at the other end of the hallway. I have got a +key that will open the door. I made it myself. I nearly +got in there the other day, but they caught me before I +had a chance to open the door. If you can get in there take +up the fourth brick from the window, second row from the +front of the fireplace, and you will find the bonds in an old +leather wallet. What time is it?" he asked quickly.</p> + +<p>"Half-past eleven," replied Quincy.</p> + +<p>"Now is your time," said the man; "all the hands have +their dinner from half-past eleven to twelve; at twelve they +feed us; take this key, and if you get the money, for God's +sake come around to-morrow and let me know. I sha'n't +sleep a wink till I hear from you."</p><p><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135"></a></p> + +<p>Quincy pressed the sick man's hand and left the room. +He went downstairs on tiptoe and quickly reached room +No. 24. He listened; all was quiet; it took but an instant +to open the door, and, slipping quietly in, he locked it +after him. With some difficulty he found the wallet, +looked inside and saw five one thousand dollar United +States bonds. He put the wallet in his pocket, replaced the +brick, and listened at the door; all was quiet. He unlocked +it, slipped out, locked it, and was retracing his steps, when +he saw Sam coming upstairs at the other end of the hallway.</p> + +<p>"I think I took the wrong turn," said Quincy. "I +thought I came up that way."</p> + +<p>"No," said Sam; "that's the back way."</p> + +<p>"Thank you," said Quincy, as he ran lightly downstairs. +At the foot he met Mr. Waters.</p> + +<p>"Well, is he any relative of yours?" asked Waters.</p> + +<p>"I don't know yet," replied Quincy; "he has given me +some facts, and I am going to write to Boston, and when I +hear from there I will be able to answer your question. I +will come around in a few days, as soon as I hear from the +city."</p> + +<p>Quincy jumped into his team and drove to Eastborough +Centre post office to see if there were any letters for him.</p> + +<p>When he reached the post office he found a letter from +his father, informing him his mother and sisters were going +to New York for a two weeks' visit and would very much +like to see him if he would run up the next day.</p> + +<p>Quincy's mind was made up instantly. He drove to the +hotel, left the team, with instructions to have it ready for +him when he came down on the express that reached Eastborough +Centre at 7.15 P.M., ran for the station and +caught on to the back platform of the last car as it sped on +its way to Boston.</p> + +<p>Arriving there, he first took a hasty lunch, then hiring +a coupe by the hour, drove to his bank on State Street.<a name="Page_136" id="Page_136"></a> +Here he left the bonds with instructions to write to Eastborough +Centre the amount realized from them and passed +to the credit of his account.</p> + +<p>His next trip was to his father's house on Beacon Street, +where he found his mother and sisters. They were overjoyed +to see him, and his younger sister declared that he +had grown better looking since he went away. She wanted +to know if he had fallen in love with a country girl. Quincy +replied that his heart was still free and if it wasn't for the +law he would have her for his wife, and no one else. Maude +laughed and slapped him.</p> + +<p>He next rode to his father's office on Court Street. The +Hon. Nathaniel had just lunched at Parker's and was enjoying +a good cigar when his son came in.</p> + +<p>Quincy told him that the Jim Sawyer at Eastborough +Poorhouse was unquestionably their missing relative.</p> + +<p>"Poor Jim," said Nathaniel; "I ought to go and see him."</p> + +<p>"No; I wouldn't," said Quincy, "it will do no good, and +his remorse is deep enough now without adding to it."</p> + +<p>He then told his father about the money, and the latter +agreed that Jim's idea was right and Quincy had best use +the money as though it were his own.</p> + +<p>"By the by," said his father, wheeling round in his office +chair, "that Miss Putnam from Eastborough is a very pretty +girl; don't you think so, Quincy?"</p> + +<p>"Handsome is as handsome does," thought Quincy to +himself, but he only said, "Where did you see her?"</p> + +<p>"She was in here to-day," replied his father. "She said +she had $25,000 to invest, and that you gave her the address +of some broker, but that she had forgotten it."</p> + +<p>"Her statement is partially true," said Quincy, "but not +complete. I gave her three addresses, because I did not +wish to recommend any particular one. I wished her to +make her own choice."</p> + +<p>"I was not so conservative," remarked his father. "I +<a name="Page_137" id="Page_137"></a>advised her to go to Foss & Follansbee and even suggested +that Quinnebaug Copper Company was one of the most +promising investments before the public to-day."</p> + +<p>"Did she confide in you any farther," said Quincy.</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes," replied his father; "I gleaned she was worth +$100,000 and that her parents, who were very old people, +had nearly as much more. I remember her brother, J. Jones +Putnam. He was a 'plunger,' and a successful one. He +died suddenly of lung fever, I believe."</p> + +<p>Quincy smiled.</p> + +<p>"She seemed to be well educated," his father continued, +"and told me that you and she sang together at a concert."</p> + +<p>"Did she tell you what her father's religion was?" +inquired Quincy.</p> + +<p>"You don't seem to admire this young lady, Quincy. I +thought she would be likely to be a great friend of yours. +You might do worse than—"</p> + +<p>"I know," said Quincy, "she is pretty, well educated, +musical, very tasteful in dress, and has money, but she can't +have me. But how did it end?" asked he; "how did you get +rid of her?"</p> + +<p>"Well," replied his father, "as I said before, I thought +she must be a great friend of yours, and perhaps more, so I +went down to Foss & Follansbee's with her; then we went +to Parker's to lunch, then I sent her to the station in a +coupe."</p> + +<p>"I am greatly obliged to you, father," said Quincy, "for +the kind attentions you paid her. I shall get the full credit +of them down in Eastborough; your name will not be mentioned; +only," said Quincy with a laugh, "if she is coming +to the city very often I think perhaps I had better come +back to Boston and look after mother's interests."</p> + +<p>The Hon. Nathaniel was nettled by this and said sternly, +"I do not like that sort of pleasantry, Quincy."</p><p><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138"></a></p> + +<p>"Neither do I," said Quincy coolly, "and I hope there +will be no further occasion for it."</p> + +<p>"How long do you intend to remain in Eastborough?" +asked his father.</p> + +<p>"I don't know," replied Quincy. "I can't come home +while Uncle Jim is sick, of course. I will ask him if he +would like to see you, and if he says yes, I will telegraph +you. Well, good-by. I was up to the house and saw mother +and the girls. I am going up to the club to see if I can +meet some of the boys and have some dinner, and I shall +go down on the 6.05 express."</p> + +<p>Quincy lighted a cigar, shook hands rather stiffly with +his father and left the office.</p> + +<p>When Quincy reached the Pettengill house it was a little +after eight o'clock. Hiram came out to help him put up +the horse. "Anybody up?" asked Quincy.</p> + +<p>"Only Mandy and me," said Hiram. "Uncle Ike is up +in his attic, and 'Zeke is up talkin' to his sister, and Mandy +and me has been talkin' to each other; and, say, Mr. Sawyer, +did you meet Lindy Putnam up in Boston to-day?"</p> + +<p>"No," said Quincy between his shut teeth.</p> + +<p>"Well, that's funny," said Hiram; "I heard Abner Stiles +telling Strout as how Miss Putnam told him that Mr. Sawyer +had been to the banker's with her to invest her money, +and that Mr. Sawyer took her out to lunch and then rode +down to the station in a carriage and put her aboard the +train."</p> + +<p>"There are a great many Mr. Sawyers in Boston, you +must remember, Hiram," remarked Quincy. "Anything +else, Hiram?"</p> + +<p>"Well, not much more," replied Hiram; "but Strout said +that if you got Lindy and her money and then cajoled the +old couple into leavin' their money to you, that it would +be the best game of bunco that had ever been played in +Eastborough."</p><p><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139"></a></p> + +<p>"Well, Strout ought to know what a good bunco game +is," said Quincy. "Have the horse ready by nine o'clock in +the morning if you can get over. Good night, Hiram," he +said.</p> + +<p>He passed through the kitchen, saying good night to +Mandy, and went straight to his own room. He sat and +thought for an hour, going over the events of the day.</p> + +<p>"As soon as Uncle Jim is dead and buried," said he to +himself, "I think I will leave this town. As the children say +when they play 'hide and go seek,' I am getting warm."</p><p><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140"></a></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XVI" id="CHAPTER_XVI"></a>CHAPTER XVI.</h2> + +<h3>A PROMISE KEPT.<br /></h3> + +<p>Quincy was up next morning at eight o'clock and +ate his breakfast with 'Zekiel. 'Zekiel said his +sister did not sleep well nights, and so would not be down +till later.</p> + +<p>"Do you want the team this morning, Mr. Pettengill?" +asked Quincy.</p> + +<p>"No," said 'Zekiel, "but the Boston doctor wrote to Deacon +Mason that he was comin' down this afternoon to take +that stuff off Huldy's arm, and she wanted me to come +up, so I shall be up there all the afternoon."</p> + +<p>"That reminds me," said Quincy. "Will you tell Deacon +Mason that I want the nurse to stay until to-morrow and +I will be up to see her at nine o'clock?"</p> + +<p>Quincy took up the reins and started for Eastborough +Poorhouse.</p> + +<p>He found his uncle weaker than on the day before. +Quincy touched his hand, but did not lift it from the bed. +Jim pointed towards the door.</p> + +<p>"It's all right," said Quincy, "there is no one there."</p> + +<p>"Did you get it?" asked Uncle Jim in a whisper.</p> + +<p>"Yes," replied Quincy, "and it's safe in the bank in +Boston."</p> + +<p>"Thank God!" exclaimed Uncle Jim. "Now I don't care +how soon I am called to judgment for my sins."</p> + +<p>"Uncle Jim," said Quincy, "I saw my father yesterday +afternoon. Would you like to have your brother come +see you?"</p><p><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141"></a></p> + +<p>Uncle Jim shook his head. "It will do no good," said +he. "You have done all I could wish for. Pay the town +for my board. Give them what they ask. Do with the +balance what you wish, Quincy. It is yours."</p> + +<p>"Where do you wish to be buried, Uncle?" asked Quincy +bravely.</p> + +<p>"Right here," replied Uncle Jim. "One of the boys +here died about a month ago; his name was Tom Buck. +He was a good fellow and did many kind things for me. +Bury me side of him."</p> + +<p>"One more question, Uncle," said Quincy. "In what +town did your wife and children reside when they died?"</p> + +<p>"In Amesbury," said Uncle Jim. An idea seemed to +strike him. "Well, Quincy, do you suppose you could find +where they are buried?"</p> + +<p>"Of course I can," Quincy answered.</p> + +<p>"Well," continued Uncle Jim, "I don't deserve it, I am +not worthy of it, but she always loved me, and so did the +children. I never struck her, nor them, nor did I ever +speak unkindly to them. I never went home when I was +drunk. I deserted them and left them to suffer. I don't +think she would object, do you?"</p> + +<p>Quincy divined his thoughts and answered, "No, I do +not, Uncle."</p> + +<p>"If you will do it, Quincy," said Uncle Jim, "I shall die +a happy man. Buy a little lot and put me beside Eunice +and the children. Don't put my name on the stone, put +her name and those of the children. That will please me +best. She will know I am there, but others will not."</p> + +<p>"It shall be done as you say, Uncle," said Quincy. "I +will be here early to-morrow morning and I shall come +every day to see you. Good-by."</p> + +<p>He touched his uncle's hand again softly and left the +room. Uncle Jim, with a smile upon his wasted face, fell +asleep.</p><p><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142"></a></p> + +<p>Quincy drove leisurely towards Mason's Corner. It was +more than twenty-four hours since he had learned who +was to be Mrs. Putnam's heiress. He had made a promise. +Should he keep it? How could he avoid keeping it? He +would see Miss Putnam and be governed by circumstances.</p> + +<p>He reached the Putnam house and was shown into the +same room as on the morning before. In a few minutes +Lindy joined him. He had never seen her looking better. +She had on a handsome gown that he had never seen before. +Quincy opened the conversation.</p> + +<p>"Did you enjoy your trip to Boston yesterday, Miss +Putnam?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes," replied Lindy, "I must tell you all about +it."</p> + +<p>"There is no need to, Miss Putnam, I am acquainted +with the most important events of your trip already."</p> + +<p>"Why, how?" asked Lindy. "Oh, I see," said she, "you +had a letter from your father."</p> + +<p>"No," said Quincy. "I had the pleasure of a conversation +with my father yesterday afternoon in Boston."</p> + +<p>"Is that so?" exclaimed Lindy.</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Quincy, "but I might have learned all the +principal facts without leaving Mason's Corner. In fact, I +did learn them in a somewhat distorted shape late last evening."</p> + +<p>Lindy colored until her forehead was as red as her +cheeks.</p> + +<p>"I do not understand you, Mr. Sawyer," she remarked.</p> + +<p>"It is easily explained," said Quincy. "Mr. Stiles forgot +to mention that it was my father who was your escort +and not myself. Of course he would offer the similarity in +names as his excuse."</p> + +<p>"And so," said Lindy, recovering herself, "you have +come here to scold me because Abner Stiles didn't tell the +truth. I told you he was a wonderful story teller."</p><p><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143"></a></p> + +<p>"No, Miss Putnam," said Quincy, "I did not come here +for any such purpose. I made you a promise yesterday +and I have come to keep it. I know who is to inherit your +mother's money. She did not intend to tell me, but the +name escaped her unintentionally."</p> + +<p>"Did she ask you not to tell me?" asked Lindy.</p> + +<p>"No," replied Quincy, "not in so many words."</p> + +<p>"Then you must tell me," cried Lindy eagerly.</p> + +<p>"Well, I don't know," said Quincy. "Your mother said +you would give a thousand dollars to know the name of the +person. This fixes the condition on which I shall divulge +the name."</p> + +<p>"And if I did give you a thousand dollars," inquired +Lindy, "what would you do with the money?"</p> + +<p>"I should give it to your mother," said Quincy. "She +fixed the price of the secret, not I."</p> + +<p>Lindy walked to the window and looked out. She +wished to know the name. She had her suspicions, but +she could not bear to give up a thousand dollars of her own +money, for she knew that this, too, would go to the unknown +heiress. She knew Alice Pettengill was in town and +at her brother's house. She had been there for a whole day +and parts of two others. She would save her money and at +the same time learn the truth.</p> + +<p>Turning to Quincy she said, "I cannot afford to pay you, +or rather my mother, a thousand dollars for the secret. It +is not worth it. I will not ask you again for her name, +but if you will answer me one simple question I will +absolve you from your promise."</p> + +<p>Quincy reflected. He knew that Lindy was deep and +that she was plotting something while she stood at the window. +But he wished this matter over, he was tired of it, +so he replied, "I will answer your simple question, Miss +Putnam, on one condition. It is that you will not deem +<a name="Page_144" id="Page_144"></a>me guilty of any intentional discourtesy if, after replying +to it, I at once take my leave."</p> + +<p>They faced each other, she hardly able to conceal her +impatience, he with a stern look upon his face.</p> + +<p>"My simple question is this, Mr. Sawyer, have you ever +eaten a meal at the same table with my mother's heiress?"</p> + +<p>"I have never seen her," replied Quincy coldly. He +took his hat, and with a low bow quitted the house and +drove away.</p> + +<p>Lindy threw herself in a passion on the sofa and burst +into a flood of tears. She had played her last card and had +lost.</p><p><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145"></a></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XVII" id="CHAPTER_XVII"></a>CHAPTER XVII.</h2> + +<h3>AN INFORMAL INTRODUCTION.<br /></h3> + +<p>When Quincy drove into the barn he found Jim +Cobb there, and he turned the horse over to him. +Entering by the back door he passed through the kitchen +without seeing either Mandy or Mrs. Crowley, and went +slowly upstairs. The house was very quiet. He remembered +that Uncle Ike had gone to Eastborough Centre and +'Zekiel had gone to Deacon Mason's. It was necessary +for him to pass the door of the room occupied by Alice +Pettengill in order to reach his own room. The door of +her room was open. He involuntarily glanced in and then +stood still.</p> + +<p>What vision was this that met his eye? The sun, now +dropping to the westward, threw its rays in at the window +and they fell upon the head of the young girl seated beside +it.</p> + +<p>The hair was golden in the sunlight, that real golden that +is seldom seen excepting on the heads of young children. +She seemed slight in figure, but above the average stature. +She wore a loose-fitting dress of light blue material, faced +down the front with white, and over her shoulders was +thrown a small knitted shawl of a light pink color. Quincy +could not see her face, except in profile, for it was turned +towards the window, but the profile was a striking one. He +turned to step forward and enter his own room. As he did +so the board upon which he stood creaked. He stopped +again suddenly, hoping that the noise would not attract +her attention, but her quick ear had caught the sound, and, +<a name="Page_146" id="Page_146"></a>rising, she advanced towards the door, her hands extended +before her.</p> + +<p>"Is that you, Uncle Ike?" she asked in a clear, sweet +voice. "I heard you drive in."</p> + +<p>She had started in a straight line towards the door, but +for some cause, perhaps the bright light coming from the +wood fire in the open fireplace, she swerved in her course +and would have walked directly towards the blazing wood +had not Quincy rushed forward, caught her by the hand +and stopped her further progress, saying as he did so, "Miss +Pettengill, you will set your dress on fire."</p> + +<p>"You are not Uncle Ike," said she, quickly. "He could +not walk as fast as that. Who are you? You must know +me, for you called me by name."</p> + +<p>Quincy replied, "Under the circumstances, Miss Pettengill, +I see no way but to introduce myself. I am your +brother's boarder, and my name is Sawyer."</p> + +<p>"I am pleased to meet you, Mr. Sawyer," said she, extending +her hand, which Quincy took. "I feel acquainted +with you already, for Uncle Ike speaks of you very often, +and 'Zekiel said you used to board at Deacon Mason's. +Don't you think Huldy is a lovely girl?"</p> + +<p>Quincy avoided this direct question and replied, "Uncle +Ike has been equally kind in speaking of his niece, Miss +Pettengill, so that I feel acquainted with her even without +this,—I was going to say formal introduction,—but I think +that we must both confess it was rather informal."</p> + +<p>Alice laughed merrily. "Won't you sit down, Mr. Sawyer? +I have been alone nearly all day, and have really been +very lonesome."</p> + +<p>She turned and groped, as if feeling for a chair. Quincy +sprang forward, placed a large rocking chair before the +fire, then, taking her hand, saw her safely ensconced in it. +He then took a seat in a large armchair at the end of the +fireplace nearest the door.</p><p><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147"></a></p> + +<p>"Thank you, Mr. Sawyer," said Alice. "Everybody has +been so kind to me since I have had this trouble with my +eyes. Of course 'Zekiel has told you about it."</p> + +<p>"Yes," assented Quincy.</p> + +<p>He really did not care to talk. He was satisfied to sit +and look at her, and he could do this with impunity, for +she could not see his earnest gaze fixed upon her.</p> + +<p>"I have been used to an active life," said Alice. "I have +had my business to attend to every day, and evenings I +had my books, papers, pictures, and music. At first it +seemed so hard to be shut out from them all, but years ago +Uncle Ike taught me to be a philosopher and to take life +as it came, without constantly fretting or finding fault. +Uncle Ike says, 'It is not work but worry that wears men +out,' That's why he came down here to live in the woods. +He said they wouldn't let him work and so he worried all +the time, but when he came here he had plenty to do, and +in his work he found happiness."</p> + +<p>"I am learning a good lesson," said Quincy with a laugh. +"I have studied much, but I actually never did a day's +work in all my life, Miss Pettengill."</p> + +<p>"Then you are to be pitied," said Alice frankly; "but I +see I should not blame you, you are studying now and getting +ready to work."</p> + +<p>"Perhaps so," Quincy remarked. "My father wishes me +to be a lawyer, but I detest reading law, and have no inclination +to follow in my father's footsteps."</p> + +<p>"Perhaps you are too young," said Alice, "to settle upon +your future career. I cannot see you, you know, and +Uncle Ike did not say how old you were."</p> + +<p>Quincy smiled. "I am in my twenty-fourth year," said +he. "I graduated at Harvard two years ago."</p> + +<p>"So old!" exclaimed Alice; "why, I am not twenty-one +until next June, and I have been working for my living +since I was sixteen."</p><p><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148"></a></p> + +<p>Quincy said, "I wish I had as honorable a record."</p> + +<p>"Now you are vexed with me for speaking so plainly," +said Alice.</p> + +<p>"Not at all," Quincy replied. "I thank you for it. I +have learned from Uncle Ike that frankness of speech and +honesty of heart are Pettengill characteristics."</p> + +<p>"You might add," said Alice, "firmness in debate, for +none of us like to own up that we are beaten. I remember +years ago Uncle Ike and I had a long discussion as to +whether it were better to be stone blind or stone deaf. I +took the ground that it was better to be blind, for one could +hear music and listen to the voices of friends, and hear the +sound of approaching danger, and then, besides, everybody +is so kind to a person who is blind. But you see Uncle Ike +don't care for music, and had rather talk himself than listen, +so he decided that it was best to be stone deaf, for then +he could read and write to his friends. But of course +neither of us gave in, and the question, so far as we are +concerned, is still unsettled."</p> + +<p>At that moment the sound of a team was heard, and a +few minutes later Uncle Ike came upstairs, followed by the +driver of the team bearing a big basket and a large bundle. +These contained Uncle Ike's purchases.</p> + +<p>"Wait a minute and I will go upstairs with you," called +out Uncle Ike to the man. He entered the room, and +looking somewhat surprised at seeing Quincy, he said +somewhat sharply, "So you two have got acquainted, have +you? I have been waiting for two days to introduce you."</p> + +<p>"I am greatly indebted to Mr. Sawyer," said Alice. +"When he passed my door, which was open, I thought it +was you and I started forward to meet you, but I missed +my way and was walking directly towards the fire, when +Mr. Sawyer interposed."</p> + +<p>"I should have done the same thing had it been me,"<a name="Page_149" id="Page_149"></a> +said Uncle Ike. "So I don't see as you were in any real +danger."</p> + +<p>Quincy thought that it was noticeably evident that the +Pettengills were noted for plainness of speech.</p> + +<p>"Here are three letters for you, Alice, and here is one +for you, Mr. Sawyer. I thought I would bring it over to +you as I met Asa Waters down to the post office and he +said you'd started for home. I'll be down in a few minutes, +Alice, and read your letters for you." And Uncle +Ike showed the man the way up to his domicile.</p> + +<p>Quincy arose, expressed his pleasure at having met +Miss Pettengill, and presuming they would meet again at +dinner, took his leave.</p> + +<p>The letter was from Quincy's father. It was short, but +was long enough to cause Quincy to smother an oath, crush +the letter in his hands and throw it into the open fire. The +flames touched it, and the strong draught took it still ablaze +up the wide-mouthed chimney.</p> + +<p>But Quincy's unpleasant thought did not go with it. The +letter had said, "Quinnebaug stock has dropped off five +points. Foss & Follansbee have written Miss Putnam that +she must put up five thousand dollars to cover margin. +Better see her at once and tell her the drop is only temporary, +and the stock is sure to recover."</p> + +<p>Quincy sat down in his easy-chair, facing the fire, upon +which he put some more wood, which snapped and crackled.</p> + +<p>"I won't go near that girl again," said he, with a determined +look upon his face. The next moment he had banished +Lindy Putnam from his mind, and was thinking of +that other girl who was sitting not six feet from him. He +could hear Uncle Ike's voice, and he knew that Alice's letters +were being read to her. Then he fell into a reverie +as the twilight shadows gathered round him. As the room +grew darker the fire grew brighter, and in it he could seem +to see a picture of a fair-haired girl sitting in a chair and +<a name="Page_150" id="Page_150"></a>listening with evident interest to a young man who was +reading to her from a newspaper.</p> + +<p>The young girl placed her hand upon his arm and asked +a question. The young man dropped the paper and gazed +into the girl's face with a look full of tenderness, and placing +one of his hands upon that of the young girl clasped it +fondly, and Quincy saw that the face of this young man +was his own. He sat there until there came a loud rap upon +the door and Mandy's voice called out, "Supper's ready."</p><p><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151"></a></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XVIII" id="CHAPTER_XVIII"></a>CHAPTER XVIII.</h2> + +<h3>THE COURTIN'.<br /></h3> + +<p>While Quincy was taking his first steps in Lover's +Lane, which steps so often lead to the high road of +Matrimony, 'Zekiel Pettengill had reached the end of his +lane, which had been very long with many devious turns, +and he found himself at that point where the next important +question was to fix the day.</p> + +<p>'Zekiel was a strong-minded, self-willed, self-reliant +young man, but in the presence of Huldy Mason he was +as big a coward as the world ever saw. She had sent a +little note to him, saying that she wished to see him that +afternoon, and he knew their fates would be decided that +day. He was hopeful, but the most hopeful lover has +spasms of uncertainty until his lady love has said yes and +yes again.</p> + +<p>Dressed in his best, 'Zekiel knocked at Deacon Mason's +front door. For an instant he wished himself safe at home +and debated whether he could get round the corner of the +house before the door was opened. He turned his head to +measure the distance, but at that moment the door was +opened, and Mrs. Mason's smiling face was before him, +and her pleasant, cheery voice said, "Come in, 'Zekiel."</p> + +<p>He felt reassured by this, for he argued to himself that +she would have called him Mr. Pettengill if there had been +any change in her feelings towards him. They entered the +parlor, and Mrs. Mason said, "Take off your things and +leave them right here, and go right up and see Huldy. +She is waitin' for you. The doctor's been and gone. He +took that plaster thing off Huldy's arm, says she's all right +<a name="Page_152" id="Page_152"></a>now, only she must be keerful, not do any heavy liftin' with +it till it gets good and strong. He said it would be some +time before she could help me much with the housework, +so I am going to get a girl for a month or two. I heerd your +sister got home, 'Zeke. They do say she's blind. I am +awful sorry, 'Zekiel. Hope she will get better of it. I am +coming over to see her just as soon as I get me my girl. +But you go right up, there's nobody there but Huldy. Mr. +Sawyer is coming after the nurse to-morrow morning, and +she is up in the spare room trying to catch up with her +sleep. We told her there was no use in setting up with +Huldy, but she said she had her orders from the doctor, +and she wouldn't mind a single thing we said. But we +will get rid on her to-morrow. Now you go right up, +'Zekiel;" and Mrs. Mason took him by the arm and saw +him on his way up the front stairs before she returned to +her work in the kitchen.</p> + +<p>'Zekiel went upstairs deliberately, one step at a time. +His footfalls, it seemed to him, must be heard all over the +house. He paused before Huldy's door. He opened it a +couple of inches, when the thought struck him that he +ought to knock. He started to close the door and do so, +when he heard a faint voice say, "Come in, 'Zekiel." So +he was still 'Zekiel to Huldy. He opened the door and +walked bravely into the room, but his bravery forsook him +when he had taken a few steps. He had expected to find +her in bed, as she had been every day before when he had +called. But there she stood before him, the same Huldy +as of old. Not exactly the same, however, for her cheeks +had lost much of their rosy tint and there was a pensive +look to the face that was new to it, which 'Zekiel saw, but +could not understand.</p> + +<p>There were two chairs close together before the fire. +She sat down in the left-hand one and motioned 'Zekiel to +the other, which he took.</p><p><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153"></a></p> + +<p>"I thought I would find you abed," said 'Zekiel. "I +didn't know you were up."</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes," said Huldy. "I got up and dressed as soon +as the doctor took the jacket, that's what he called it, off my +arm. I felt so much better I couldn't stay in bed any +longer."</p> + +<p>"Well," said 'Zekiel, "when the schoolmaster used to +tell me to take my jacket off I didn't feel near as well as I +did before," and then they both laughed heartily.</p> + +<p>They sat silent for a few moments, when Huldy, turning +her face with that sad look towards him, said, "There is +something on my mind, 'Zekiel, that I wish I could take +off as easily as the doctor did that jacket."</p> + +<p>"Oh, nonsense," cried 'Zekiel; "why should you have +anything on your mind? You are a little bit low spirited +because you have been cooped up in bed so long."</p> + +<p>"No," said Huldy, "that isn't it. I have wronged a person +and I am afraid that person will never fully forgive me. +I am real sorry for what I have done, and I am going to tell +the person and ask for pardon."</p> + +<p>"Well," said 'Zekiel, "the person must be pretty mean +spirited if he or she don't forgive you after you say you are +sorry, 'specially if you promise not to do it again."</p> + +<p>"Oh, I shall never do it again," said Huldy. "Once has +nearly killed me. I suffered ten times more from that than +from my broken arm."</p> + +<p>"Well," said 'Zekiel, "if that person don't forgive you I +don't want anything more to do with him."</p> + +<p>"Let me tell you a little story," said Huldy. "A little +boy and girl whose homes were not a quarter of a mile +apart grew up together in a little country town. As children +they loved each other, and as they grew older that +love really grew stronger, though not so plainly shown or +spoken. Everybody thought that one day they would be +<a name="Page_154" id="Page_154"></a>married, though he had never asked her to be his wife. +Did you ever hear of anything like that, 'Zekiel?"</p> + +<p>"Well," remarked 'Zekiel, "I have in my mind two persons +whose relations were pretty similar up to a certain +point."</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Huldy, eagerly, "and that point was reached +when a young man from the city, whose father was known +to be very wealthy, came to board in her father's house." +Huldy looked at 'Zekiel inquiringly.</p> + +<p>"Yes, I've heard of something like that," said 'Zekiel.</p> + +<p>"For a time," continued Huldy, "the young girl was +unfaithful to her old-time lover. She thought the young +man from the city was learning to love her because he was +polite and attentive to her. She thought it would be nice +to be rich and go to the city to live, but the young man +soon undeceived her. He took her to ride one day, and on +their way home he told her he was going to leave her +father's house. She wished to know the reason, but he +would not give it. She divined it, however, and in her agitation +lost control of the horse she was driving. The +buggy was overturned and her arm was broken." She +looked up at 'Zekiel. His face was grave, but he nodded +for her to go on. "She stayed in bed for three weeks, and +during that time she lived over her short life a hundred, +yes, a thousand, times; she knew that her fancy had been +but a fleeting dream. A suspicion that perhaps the young +man had imagined her feelings towards him was what had +nearly broken her heart. Supposing you were the man, +'Zekiel, and I were the woman in this little story, could +you forgive me if I said I was sorry and would never do it +again?"</p> + +<p>"I forgave you, Huldy, when I let him come to board in +my house. He told Uncle Ike why he left your father's +house. The folks were talking about you and him, but he +never imagined that you were in love with him, or thought +<a name="Page_155" id="Page_155"></a>any more about him than you would have of any passing +acquaintance."</p> + +<p>"I am so glad," cried Huldy; "you have done me more +good than the doctor, 'Zekiel;" and she dropped her head +upon his shoulder.</p> + +<p>'Zekiel was struck with an idea, "If I am a better doctor +than the other one, Huldy, I ought to get a bigger price +for my services than he does."</p> + +<p>Huldy looked up. "What will your price be, Dr. Pettengill?"</p> + +<p>"I think I shall charge," said 'Zekiel, "one hundred thousand +dollars, and as I know you haven't got the money and +can't raise it, I think I shall have to hold you for security."</p> + +<p>He suited the action to the word, and they sat there so +long, happy in their mutual love, that the Deacon and his +wife came upstairs and entered the room quietly. When +they saw the picture before them, thrown into prominence +by the light of the fire, the Deacon said in a low tone to +his wife, "I have thought so all along."</p> + +<p>And as Mrs. Mason looked up into her husband's face +she said, "I am glad on't."</p><p><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156"></a></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XIX" id="CHAPTER_XIX"></a>CHAPTER XIX.</h2> + +<h3>JIM SAWYER'S FUNERAL.<br /></h3> + +<p>Quincy obeyed the call to supper with alacrity. Possibly +he thought he would be the first one at the +table, but Cobb's twins were in their places when he entered +the room. 'Zekiel came in next, and Quincy's quick +eye discerned that there was a look of quiet contentment +on his face which had not been there before.</p> + +<p>Uncle Ike came down with Alice, and for the first time +since her arrival she sat beside Quincy. For some reason +or other the conversation lagged. Quincy surmised that +'Zekiel was too happy with his own thoughts to wish to +talk, and Uncle Ike rarely conversed during meal time. +He said he could not talk and eat at the same time, and as +meal time was for eating he proposed to give his attention +to that exclusively.</p> + +<p>Quincy ventured a few commonplace remarks to Alice, +to which she replied pleasantly. He was at a loss for a +topic, when he remembered his last visit to Mrs. Putnam's +and recalled his promise to bring Alice to see her some +day.</p> + +<p>He spoke of visiting Mrs. Putnam, and Alice's face +immediately shone with pleasure. "Dear old Aunt Heppy! +I must go and see her as soon as I can."</p> + +<p>"If you can find no better escort than myself, I trust you +will command my services, unless," said Quincy, "your +brother thinks it unsafe to trust you with me."</p> + +<p>"He won't be likely to let you drive, Alice," responded +'Zekiel dryly, "so I don't think there will be any danger."</p> + +<p>Quincy knew by this remark that Huldy had told 'Zekiel +<a name="Page_157" id="Page_157"></a>the facts of the case, but he maintained his composure and +said, "Any time you wish to go, Miss Pettengill, I am at +your service."</p> + +<p>As they arose from the table 'Zekiel said to his uncle, "I +am coming up in your room to-night, Uncle Ike, to see +you."</p> + +<p>Quincy knew by this that the pleasant chat in the dining-room +beside the fireplace was to be omitted that evening, so +he went up to his own room and read until it was time to +retire.</p> + +<p>Quincy was up early next morning. He knew his uncle +could not live long, but he wished to take the trained nurse +to Eastborough Centre, so he might have the best of care +during the short time left to him on earth.</p> + +<p>He found 'Zekiel at the breakfast table, and beyond a +few commonplace remarks the meal was eaten in silence.</p> + +<p>"Are you going to Eastborough Centre to-day, Mr. +Sawyer?" asked 'Zekiel.</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Quincy; "I intended to go just as soon as +one of the boys could get the team ready."</p> + +<p>"I'll speak to Jim about it," said 'Zekiel. "If you will +step into the parlor, Mr. Sawyer, I would like to have a +few minutes' talk with you."</p> + +<p>'Zekiel went out into the barn and Quincy walked into +the parlor, where he found a bright fire burning on the +hearth. He threw himself into an easy-chair and awaited +'Zekiel's return. What was up? Could 'Zekiel and Huldy +have parted, and was 'Zekiel glad of it? Quincy, as the +saying is, passed a "bad quarter of an hour," for he did not +like suspense. The truth, however bitter or unpalatable, +was better than uncertainty.</p> + +<p>'Zekiel entered the room and took a seat opposite to +Quincy. He bent forward and placed his hands upon his +knees.</p> + +<p>"Mr. Sawyer," said he, "I am a man of few words, so I +<a name="Page_158" id="Page_158"></a>will come right to the point. Huldy Mason and me are +engaged to be married."</p> + +<p>Quincy was equal to the occasion. He arose, stepped +forward, and extended his hand. 'Zekiel rose also and +grasped it unhesitatingly. Quincy said, "Accept my most +sincere congratulations, Mr. Pettengill. I have known Miss +Mason but a short time, but any man ought to be proud of +her and happy in her love."</p> + +<p>"Thank you, Mr. Sawyer," said 'Zekiel; "I agree with +you in both the particulars you've mentioned, but both of +us have what we consider good reasons for not having our +engagement known in the village just at present, and to +keep it a secret we need the assistance of a mutual friend."</p> + +<p>"If I might aspire to that honor," said Quincy, "my time +and services are at your disposal."</p> + +<p>"That's what I told Huldy," said 'Zekiel, "but she was +afraid that you would be vexed at what the gossips said +about you and her; she's mad as a hornet herself, and she +wants to teach them a lesson."</p> + +<p>"Personally," said Quincy, "I don't care what the gossips +say, but I was both sorry and indignant that they +should have referred to Miss Mason in the way they did."</p> + +<p>"Well," said 'Zekiel, "we have hatched up a sort of a +plot, and if you will help us, all three of us will have some +fun out of it."</p> + +<p>"Well," inquired Quincy, "what's my share in the fun?"</p> + +<p>"It's this," said 'Zekiel, "you know you used to take +Huldy out to ride with you. To help out our plan, would +you be willing to do it again?"</p> + +<p>"Certainly," replied Quincy. "Miss Mason has been +confined to her room so long I think she ought to have +some fresh air."</p> + +<p>"That's true," remarked 'Zekiel; "she's lost considerable +flesh staying in so long; but if I took her out to ride they +would jump at conclusions right off and say Huldy and<a name="Page_159" id="Page_159"></a> +'Zekiel have made up, and they will guess we are going to +make a match of it. Then, again," 'Zekiel continued, +"Huldy says she's bound to have it out with the one that +started the stories. There's no use mincing matters between +us, because you know as well as I do who is at the +bottom of all this tittle-tattle. Since I refused to join hands +with him to try and drive you out of town, he has talked +about me almost as bad as he has about you. 'So,' says +Huldy to me, 'you know he is the only teacher of music +in Eastborough. I want to take music lessons very much, +and so I have got to have him for teacher.' Then she said, +''Zekiel, you leave the rest of it to me, and we will all have +some fun before we get through.' I expect she is going +to flirt with him, for it comes as nat'ral to her as it does +to most women."</p> + +<p>Quincy did not think it polite to assent to this last +remark and changed the subject by remarking, "This is a +beautiful day. I am going to drive the nurse over to Eastborough; +perhaps Miss Mason would like to accompany us. +That is, if you can trust her with me."</p> + +<p>"Oh, that's all right," said 'Zekiel; "Huldy had to pay +pretty dearly for getting mad at the wrong time. Besides, +I don't think she will want to drive horse again for a +while."</p> + +<p>Mandy rapped on the parlor door and called out that the +team was ready.</p> + +<p>Quincy assured 'Zekiel that he understood his part and +would play it to the best of his ability.</p> + +<p>When he arrived at Deacon Mason's house he found the +latter just coming out of the front gate. As Quincy +leaped from the team the Deacon came forward and shook +hands with him. "You are just the man I want to see," he +remarked. "I've paid our doctor, but I want to know what +the bill is for the Boston doctor and the nurse."</p> + +<p>"I don't know yet," said Quincy, "but there will be nothing +<a name="Page_160" id="Page_160"></a>for you to pay. It is my duty to settle that bill myself."</p> + +<p>"No," said the Deacon firmly. "She is my daughter, +and it is my place as her father to pay such bills, until she +has a husband to pay them for her."</p> + +<p>Quincy said, "Deacon Mason, when I took your daughter +out to ride it was my duty to return her to her home +without injury. I did not do so, and I trust that you will +allow me to atone for my neglect. Remember, sir, you +have lost her services for several weeks, and the board of +the nurse has been an expense to you."</p> + +<p>"I prefer," rejoined the Deacon, "that the bill should +be sent to me."</p> + +<p>"Well," said Quincy, to close the discussion, "I will ask +him to send you one;" mentally resolving, when it was +sent, it would be a receipted one.</p> + +<p>Quincy received a hearty welcome from Mrs. Mason, +who said the nurse had her things packed and was all ready +to go. He then told Mrs. Mason that he had a message +for Miss Mason from Mr. 'Zekiel Pettengill, and Mrs. +Mason said she would send Huldy to the parlor at once. +Huldy greeted Quincy with a happy face and without any +show of confusion.</p> + +<p>"I had a long talk with Mr. Pettengill," said Quincy, +"and he has induced me to become a conspirator. The first +act in our comedy is to ask you if you will ride over to +Eastborough Centre this morning with the nurse and myself, +and get a little fresh air?"</p> + +<p>"I should be delighted," said Huldy, "if you can wait +long enough for me to dress."</p> + +<p>"That's what I came early for," remarked Quincy. +"How long will it take you?"</p> + +<p>"Fifteen minutes," said Huldy.</p> + +<p>"It is now half-past seven," remarked Quincy, looking +at his watch. "You mean you will be ready by quarter +of nine?"</p><p><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161"></a></p> + +<p>"No," said Huldy, with a flash of her eyes, "I am no city +lady. I am a plain, country girl, and I mean just one-quarter +of an hour. You can time me, Mr. Sawyer;" and she +ran gayly out of the room.</p> + +<p>Quincy looked out of the window and saw that Hiram +had put the nurse's heavy valise on the front seat of the +carryall. The nurse herself was standing by the side of +the team, evidently uncertain which seat to take. Quincy +was quickly at her side.</p> + +<p>"You can sit in here, Miss Miller," said Quincy, pointing +to one of the rear seats; and when she was seated +Quincy told Hiram to put the valise on the seat beside her. +He had no idea of having Huldy take a back seat.</p> + +<p>True to her promise, Huldy made her toilet in the +appointed time, and taking her seat beside Quincy, he took +up the reins. Turning to Hiram he asked, "If I drive by +Hill's grocery and take the road to the left, will it bring +me round to the main road to Eastborough Centre again?"</p> + +<p>"Yaas," said Hiram, "you take the road where Mis' +Hawkins's boardin' house is on the corner. You remember +that big yellow house. You know I told you Mandy's +mother kept it."</p> + +<p>"All right," said Quincy, and off they went.</p> + +<p>Quincy gave a side glance at Huldy. He discovered +she was throwing a side glance at him. They both smiled, +but said nothing. He drove around the big tree that stood +in the centre of the square in front of the grocery, which +brought the team quite close to the store platform. No +one was in sight, but just as he reached Mrs. Hawkins's +boarding house the door opened and Obadiah Strout came +out. Huldy placed her hand on Quincy's arm.</p> + +<p>"Please hold up a minute, Mr. Sawyer."</p> + +<p>Quincy brought the horse to a standstill with a jerk and +looked straight ahead.</p> + +<p>"Ah, good morning, Mr. Strout," said Huldy. "Did +<a name="Page_162" id="Page_162"></a>you get the letter I sent up by Hiram last evening about +my taking music lessons?"</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Mr. Strout, "and I was coming down this +morning to settle on the best time for you taking them."</p> + +<p>"Could you come to-morrow afternoon from two to +three?" asked Huldy.</p> + +<p>Strout took a well-worn memorandum book from his +pocket and consulted it. "Three to four would be the best +I could do," said he, "for I have a lesson from half-past one +to half-past two."</p> + +<p>"That will do just as well," replied Huldy. "Three to +four to-morrow afternoon. Isn't this a beautiful day, Mr. +Strout? I am taking a little drive for my health;" and +she nodded smilingly to Strout, who had recognized +Quincy as her companion.</p> + +<p>"That's all, Mr. Sawyer," said Huldy, and they drove on.</p> + +<p>"By thunder," said Strout, "they say the hair of a dog +is good for his bite. Just as soon as she got well, off she +goes riding again with the same feller who tipped the +team over and broke her arm. I guess 'Zeke Pettengill's +chances ain't worth much now. It beats all how 'Zeke +can let that feller board in his house, but I suppose he does +it to let us folks see that he don't care. Well, Huldy Mason +is a bright little girl, and I always liked her. That city +chap don't mean to marry her, and if I don't make the best +of my chances when I get to teaching her music, my name +ain't Obadiah Strout, which I guess it is." And he walked +across the square to Hill's grocery to smoke his morning +cigar.</p> + +<p>On the way to Eastborough Centre Quincy wondered +what he would do with Huldy when he arrived there. He +did not care to take her to the Poorhouse, and particularly +he did not wish her to see his uncle. Quincy was proud, +but he was also sensible, and he decided upon a course of +<a name="Page_163" id="Page_163"></a>action that would prevent any one from saying that his +pride had made him do a foolish act.</p> + +<p>As they neared the Poorhouse Quincy turned to Huldy +and said, "The Jim Sawyer who has been at the Eastborough +Poorhouse for the last five years is my father's +brother and my uncle. His story is a very sad one. I will +tell it to you some day. He is in the last stages of consumption, +and I am taking Miss Miller over to care for +him while he lives."</p> + +<p>Huldy nodded, and nothing more was said until they +reached the Poorhouse. Quincy jumped out and called +to Sam, who was close at hand, to hold the horse. Sam +looked at him with a peculiar expression that Quincy did +not stop to fathom, but running up the short flight of steps +entered the room that served as the office for the Poorhouse. +Mr. Waters was there writing at his desk. He +turned as Quincy entered.</p> + +<p>"How is my uncle?" asked Quincy.</p> + +<p>"He is better off than us poor mortals," replied Mr. +Waters with a long-drawn countenance.</p> + +<p>"What do you mean?" asked Quincy. "Is he dead?"</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Mr. Waters, "he died about four o'clock this +mornin'. Sam sat up with him till midnight, and I stayed +with him the balance of the time."</p> + +<p>"I am so sorry I was not here," said Quincy.</p> + +<p>"It wouldn't have done any good," said Waters. "He +didn't know what was going on after two o'clock, and you +couldn't have been of any use if you'd been here. If 't had +been daytime I should have sent over for you. He only +spoke once after I went upstairs and that was to say that +you would see to buryin' him."</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Quincy, "I will take charge of the remains."</p> + +<p>"Well," remarked Mr. Waters, "I called in the town +undertaker and he has got him all ready."</p><p><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164"></a></p> + +<p>"When does the next train leave for Boston?" asked +Quincy, taking out his watch.</p> + +<p>"In just twenty minutes," Waters replied, looking up at +the clock.</p> + +<p>"I will be back from Boston at the earliest possible +moment," said Quincy; and before the astonished Waters +could recover himself, the young man had left the room.</p> + +<p>Quincy jumped into the team, grasped the reins, and +started off at full speed for Eastborough Centre.</p> + +<p>"My uncle died this morning," said he, turning to +Huldy, "I must go to Boston at once to make the necessary +arrangements for his funeral He is to be buried at +Amesbury with his wife and children, so please get word +to Mr. Pettengill that I shall not be home for several days. +I will get some one at the hotel to drive you home, Miss +Mason. Only stern necessity compels me to leave you in +this way."</p> + +<p>"You will do nothing of the sort," said Huldy. "I am +perfectly confident that I am able to drive this team home +all by myself."</p> + +<p>"I never can consent to it," said Quincy. "If anything +happened to you, your father and—" Huldy glanced at +him. "I mean," said Quincy, "I should never forgive myself, +and your father would never forgive me. Your arm +is still weak, I know."</p> + +<p>"My arm is just as good as ever," said Huldy. "The +doctor told me it wouldn't break in that place again. +Besides, Mr. Sawyer," she said, as the hotel came in sight, +"I shall drive back just the same way we came, and there +are no hills or sharp corners, you know." She laughed +heartily and added, "I shall enjoy it very much, it is part +of the comedy."</p> + +<p>"Well," said Quincy in an undertone, "rebellious young +woman, do as you will, and bear the consequences. I will +turn the team around so that you won't have any trouble, +<a name="Page_165" id="Page_165"></a>and Hiram can take it down to Mr. Pettengill's and deliver +my message. Good-by," and he shook hands with her.</p> + +<p>"We will get out here, Miss Miller," said he, and he +helped the nurse to alight. Grasping the heavy valise, he +started at a brisk pace for the station, and Miss Miller was +obliged to run in order to keep up with him. They boarded +the train and took their seats. The train was ahead of +time and waited for a few minutes at the station.</p> + +<p>Quincy did not know as he sped towards Boston on his +sad errand that Miss Lindy Putnam was in the second car +behind him, bound to the same place. Nor did he know +for several days that Abner Stiles, who drove her to the +station, had seen Huldy driving towards Mason's Corner. +Nor did he know that Strout had told Abner of his seeing +Huldy and Sawyer together. Nor did he know that Abner +whipped up his horse in a vain attempt to overtake Huldy +on her return to Mason's Corner. She, too, had whipped +up her horse and had reached home, and was in the house, +calling for Hiram, just as Abner turned into the square by +Hill's grocery.</p> + +<p>Quincy made the necessary purchases, and with the city, +undertaker returned to Eastborough Centre by the noon +train. The body was placed in a leaden casket and Quincy +and the undertaker with their sad burden returned to +Boston by the five o'clock express.</p> + +<p>His mother and sisters were still in New York, but he +passed the evening with his father, who approved of all +he had done and what he proposed doing.</p> + +<p>Quincy went to Amesbury and purchased a small lot in +the cemetery. After a day's search he discovered the place +of burial of his uncle's wife and children. They were disinterred, +and the four bodies were placed in the little lot.</p> + +<p>On his return to Boston he made arrangements for two +plain marble stones for his uncle and aunt, and two smaller +ones for his little cousins, whom he had never seen.</p><p><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166"></a></p> + +<p>The directions that he left with the monument maker +and the undertaker at Amesbury were followed to the letter. +If one should pass by that little lot he would see on one +marble slab these words:</p> + +<p class="center"> +Eunice Raymond Sawyer,<br /> +Aged 29 yrs., 6 mos.<br /> +</p> + +<p>On the little slab at her feet the simple words:</p> + +<p class="center"> +Mary, Aged 4 yrs., 2 mos.<br /> +</p> + +<p>At its side another little stone bearing only these words:</p> + +<p class="center"> +Ray, Aged 6 yrs., 8 mos.<br /> +</p> + +<p>Adhering strictly to his uncle's request, the other large +stone bore no name, but on it were engraved these words:</p> + +<p class="center"> +In Heaven we Know our Own.<br /> +</p><p><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167"></a></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XX" id="CHAPTER_XX"></a>CHAPTER XX.</h2> + +<h3>A WET DAY.<br /></h3> + +<p>When Quincy alighted from the train at Eastborough +Centre, after attending his uncle's funeral, he found +the rain descending in torrents. He hired a closed carriage +and was driven to Mason's Corner, arriving there +about ten o'clock. He had taken his breakfast in +Boston.</p> + +<p>When he reached the Pettengill house he saw Hiram +standing at the barn door. Bidding the driver stop, he got +out and paid his score; he then took Hiram by the arm +and led him into the barn. When he had primed the latter +with a good cigar, he said, "Now, Hiram, I've been away +several days and I want to know what has been going on. +You know our agreement was that you should tell me the +whole truth and nothing but the truth. I don't want you +to spare my feelings nor anybody else's. Do you understand?" +said he to Hiram. Hiram nodded. "Then go +ahead," said Quincy.</p> + +<p>"Well, first," said Hiram, puffing his cigar with evident +satisfaction, "they got hold of the point that Miss Huldy +drove back alone from Eastborough Centre. Abner Stiles +took Lindy Putnam down to the station and she went to +Boston on the same train that you did. Abner tried to +catch up with Huldy, so he could quiz her, but she whipped +up her horse and got away from him."</p> + +<p>"Smart girl!" interjected Quincy.</p> + +<p>"You can just bet," said Hiram, "there ain't a smarter +one in this town, though, of course, I think Mandy is pretty +smart, too."</p> + +<p>"Mandy's all right," said Quincy; "go ahead."</p><p><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168"></a></p> + +<p>"Well, secondly, as the ministers say," continued Hiram, +"Lindy Putnam told Abner when he drove her home from +the station that night that the copper company that Mr. +Sawyer told her to put her money in had busted, and she'd +lost lots of money. That's gone all over Mason's Corner, +and if Abner told Asa Waters, it's all over Eastborough +Centre by this time."</p> + +<p>"The whole thing is a lie," said Quincy hotly; "the stock +did go down, but my father told me yesterday it had rallied +and would soon advance from five to ten points. What's +the next confounded yarn?"</p> + +<p>"Well, thirdly," continued Hiram, "of course everybody +knows Jim Sawyer was your uncle, and somebody said—you +can guess who—that it would look better if you would +pay up his back board instead of spending so much money +on a fancy funeral and cheating the town undertaker out +of a job."</p> + +<p>"I paid him for all that he did," said Quincy.</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Hiram, "but this is how it is. You see the +undertaker makes a contract with the town to bury all the +paupers who die during the year for so much money. They +averaged it up and found that about three died a year, so +the town pays the undertaker on that calculation; but this +year, you see, only two have died, and there ain't another +one likely to die before town meeting day, which comes the +first Monday in March, so, you see the undertaker gets paid +for buryin' your uncle, though he didn't do it, and some one +says—you can guess who—that he is going to bring the +matter up in town meeting."</p> + +<p>Quincy smothered an exclamation and bit savagely into +his cigar.</p> + +<p>"Anything else?" inquired he. "Have they abused the +ladies as well as me?"</p> + +<p>"No," said Hiram; "you see somebody—you know who—is +giving Huldy music lessons and he will keep quiet +<a name="Page_169" id="Page_169"></a>about her anyway; but he says he can't understand how +'Zeke Pettengill can let you board in his house and go out +riding with Huldy, unless things is up between 'Zeke and +Huldy."</p> + +<p>"Well, I guess that's about the size of it," said Quincy. +"Now, for instance, Hiram, you and Mandy are good +friends, aren't you?"</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Hiram, "after we get over our little difficulties +we are."</p> + +<p>"Well," said Quincy, "I happen to know that 'Zekiel and +Huldy have got over their little difficulties and they are +now good friends."</p> + +<p>"Been't they going to get married?" asked Hiram.</p> + +<p>"Are you and Mandy going to get married?" asked +Quincy.</p> + +<p>"Well, we haven't got so far along as to set the day +exactly," said Hiram.</p> + +<p>"And I don't believe 'Zekiel and Huldy will get married +any sooner than you and Mandy will," remarked +Quincy. "But don't say a word about this, Hiram."</p> + +<p>"Mum's the word," replied Hiram. "I am no speaker, +but I hear a thing or two."</p> + +<p>"Now, Hiram," said Quincy, "run in and tell Mandy I'll +be in to lunch as usual, and then come back, for I have +something more to say to you."</p> + +<p>Hiram did as directed, and Quincy sat and thought the +situation over. So far he had been patient and he had +borne the slings and arrows hurled at him without making +any return. The time had come to change all that, and +from now on he would take up arms in his own defence, +and even attack his opponents.</p> + +<p>When he had reached this conclusion, Hiram reappeared +and resumed his seat on the chopping block.</p> + +<p>Quincy asked, "In what regiment did the singing-master +go to war?"</p><p><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170"></a></p> + +<p>"The same one as I did,—th Mass.," replied Hiram.</p> + +<p>"Did you go to war?" inquired Quincy.</p> + +<p>"Well, I rather guess," said Hiram. "I went out as a +bugler; he was a corporal, but he got detailed for hospital +duty, and we left him behind before we got where there +was any fightin'."</p> + +<p>"Was he ever wounded in battle?" asked Quincy.</p> + +<p>"One of the sick fellers in the hospital gave him a lickin' +one day, but I don't suppose you'd call that a battle," +remarked Hiram.</p> + +<p>"Well, how about that rigmarole he got off down to the +grocery store that morning?" Quincy interrogated.</p> + +<p>"Oh, that was all poppycock," said Hiram. "He said +that just to get even with you, when you were telling about +your grandfathers and grandmothers."</p> + +<p>Quincy laughed.</p> + +<p>"Oh, I see," said he. "Were you ever wounded in battle, +Hiram?"</p> + +<p>"Well, I was shot onct, but not with a bullet."</p> + +<p>"What was it," said Quincy, "a cannon ball?"</p> + +<p>"No," said Hiram. "I never was so thunderin' mad in +my life. When I go to regimental reunions the boys just +joke the life out of me. You see I was blowin' my bugle +for a charge, and the boys were goin' ahead in great style, +when a shell struck a fence about twenty feet off. The +shell didn't hit me, but a piece of that darned fence came +whizzin' along and struck me where I eat, and I had a +dozen stummick aches inside o' half a minute. I just +dropped my bugle and clapped my hands on my stummick +and yelled so loud that the boys told me afterwards that +they were afraid I had busted my bugle."</p> + +<p>Quincy laid back in his chair and laughed heartily.</p> + +<p>"What do the boys say to you when you go to the +reunions?" he asked.</p> + +<p>"They tell me to take a little whiskey for my stummick's +<a name="Page_171" id="Page_171"></a>sake," said Hiram, "and some of them advise me to put on +a plaster, and, darn 'em, they always take me and toss me +in a blanket every time I go, and onct they made me a +present of a bottleful of milk with a piece of rubber hose +on top of it. They said it would be good for me, but I +chucked it at the feller's head, darn him."</p> + +<p>Quincy had another good laugh. Then he resumed his +usual grave expression and asked, "What town offices does +the singing-master hold?"</p> + +<p>"Well," said Hiram, "he is fence viewer and hog reeve +and pound keeper, but the only thing he gets much money +out of is tax collector. He gets two per cent on about +thirty thousand dollars, which gives him about ten dollars a +week on an average, 'cause he don't get no pay if he don't +collect."</p> + +<p>"Did he get a big vote for the place?" asked Quincy.</p> + +<p>"No," said Hiram "he just got in by the skin of his +teeth; he had last town meetin' two more votes than Wallace +Stackpole, and Wallace would have got it anyhow if +it hadn't been for an unfortunate accident."</p> + +<p>"How was that?" asked Quincy.</p> + +<p>"Well, you see," said Hiram, "two or three days before +town meetin' Wallace went up to Boston. He got an oyster +stew for dinner, and it made him kinder sick, and some +one gave him a drink of brandy, and I guess they gave him +a pretty good dose, for when he got to Eastborough Centre +they had to help him off the train, 'cause his legs were +kinder weak. Well, 'Bias Smith, who lives over to West +Eastborough, he is the best talker we've got in town +meetin'. He took up the cudgels for Wallace, and he just +lammed into those mean cusses who'd go back on a man +'cause he was sick and took a little too much medicine. +But Abner Stiles,—you know Abner,—well, he's the next +best talker to 'Bias Smith,—he stood up and said he didn't +think it was safe to trust the town's money to a man who +<a name="Page_172" id="Page_172"></a>couldn't go to Boston and come home sober, and that +pulled over some of the fellers who'd agreed to vote for +Wallace."</p> + +<p>"Has the tax collector performed his duties satisfactorily?" +asked Quincy.</p> + +<p>"Well," said Hiram, "Wallace Stackpole told me the +other day that he hadn't got in more than two-thirds of +last year's taxes. He said the selectmen had to borrow +money and there'd be a row at the next town meetin'."</p> + +<p>"Well," said Quincy, rising, "I think I will go in and +get ready for lunch. I had a very early breakfast in +Boston."</p> + +<p>"Did you have oyster stew?" asked Hiram.</p> + +<p>"No," replied Quincy, "people who live in Boston never +eat oyster stews at a restaurant. If they did there wouldn't +be enough left for those gentlemen who come from the +country."</p> + +<p>He opened the door and Hiram grasped his arm.</p> + +<p>"By Gosh! I forgot one thing," he cried. "You remember +Tilly James, that played the pianner at the concert?"</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Quincy, "and she was a fine player, too."</p> + +<p>"Well," said Hiram, "she's engaged to Sam Hill, you +know, down to the grocery store. That ain't all, old Ben +James, her father, he's a paralytic, you know, and pretty +well fixed for this world's goods, and he wants Benoni to +sell out his grocery when Tilly gets married and come over +and run the farm, which is the biggest one in the town, and +I heerd Abner Stiles say to 'Manuel Howe, that he reckoned +he—you know who I mean—would get some fellers +to back him up and he'd buy out the grocery and get +'p'inted postmaster. I guess that's all;" and Hiram started +off towards Deacon Mason's.</p> + +<p>Quincy went to his room and prepared for the noonday +meal. While doing so he mentally resolved that the singing-master +<a name="Page_173" id="Page_173"></a>would not be the next tax collector if he could prevent +it; he also resolved that the same party would not get +the grocery store, if he had money enough to outbid him; +and lastly he felt sure that he had influence enough to +prevent his being appointed postmaster.</p> + +<p>Quincy met Ezekiel at lunch. He told Quincy that +everything was working smoothly; that the singing-master +evidently thought he had the field all to himself. He said +Huldy and Alice were old friends, and Huldy was coming +over twice a week to see Alice, and so he shouldn't go +up to Deacon Mason's very often.</p> + +<p>"Where is Miss Pettengill?" said Quincy.</p> + +<p>"Well," replied Ezekiel, "she isn't used to heavy dinners +at noon, so she had a lunch up in her room. I am going +over to West Eastborough this afternoon with the boys to +see some cows that 'Bias Smith has got to sell. The sun +is coming out and I guess it will be pleasant the rest of the +day."</p> + +<p>"'Bias Smith?" asked Quincy.</p> + +<p>"His name is Tobias," said Ezekiel, "but everybody calls +him 'Bias."</p> + +<p>"I have heard of him," said Quincy. "You just mention +my name to him, Mr. Pettengill, and say I am coming over +some day with Mr. Stackpole to see him."</p> + +<p>'Zekiel smiled. "Going to take a hand yourself?" asked +he.</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Quincy, "the other fellow has been playing +tricks with the pack so long that I think I shall throw down +a card or two myself, and I may trump his next lead."</p> + +<p>"By the way," said 'Zekiel, "while you were away Uncle +Ike had our piano tuned and fixed up. It hasn't been +played since Alice went to Boston five years ago. But the +tuner who came from Boston said it was just as good as +ever. So if you hear any noise underneath you this afternoon +you will know what it means."</p><p><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174"></a></p> + +<p>"Music never troubles me," said Quincy, "I play and +sing myself."</p> + +<p>"Well, I hope you and Alice will have a good time with +the piano," remarked 'Zekiel as he left the room.</p> + +<p>Quincy went back to his room and wrote a letter to a +friend in Boston, asking him to get a certified copy of the +war record of Obadiah Strout, Corporal —th Mass. Volunteers, +and send it to him at Eastborough Centre as soon +as possible. It was many days before that letter reached +its destination.</p> + +<p>He then sat down in his favorite armchair and began +thinking out the details of his aggressive campaign against +the singing-master. He had disposed of his enemy in half +a dozen pitched battles, when the sound of the piano fell +upon his ear.</p> + +<p>She was playing. He hoped she was a good musician, +for his taste in that art was critical. He had studied the +best, and he knew it when he heard it sung or played. The +piano was a good one, its tone was full and melodious, and +it was in perfect tone.</p> + +<p>He listened intently. He looked and saw that he had +unintentionally left the door of his room ajar. The parlor +door, too, must be open partly, or he could not have heard +so plainly. What was that she was playing? Ah! Mendelssohn. +Those "Songs Without Words" were as familiar +to him as the alphabet. Now it is Beethoven, that beautiful +work, "The Moonlight Sonata," she was evidently trying +to recall her favorites to mind, for of course she could not +be playing by note. Then she strayed into a "valse" by +Chopin, and followed it with a dashing galop by some +unknown composer. "She is a classical musician," said +Quincy to himself, as the first bars of a Rhapsodic Hongroise +by Liszt fell upon his ear. "I hope she knows some +of the old English ballads and the best of the popular +songs," thought Quincy.</p><p><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175"></a></p> + +<p>As if in answer to his wish she played that sterling old +song, "Tis but a Little Faded Flower," and Quincy listened +with pleasure to the pure, sweet, soprano voice that +rang out full and strong and seemed to reach and permeate +every nook and corner in the old homestead.</p> + +<p>Quincy could stand it no longer. He stepped quietly +to his door, opened it wide, and listened with delight to the +closing lines of the song.</p> + +<p>Then she sang that song that thrilled the hearts of thousands +of English soldiers in the Crimea on the eve of the +battle of Inkermann, "Annie Laurie," and it was with difficulty +that Quincy refrained from joining in the chorus. +Surely Annie Laurie could have been no purer, no sweeter, +no more beautiful, than Alice Pettengill; and Quincy felt +that he could do and die for the girl who was singing in the +parlor, as truly as would have the discarded suitor who +wrote the immortal song.</p> + +<p>But Quincy was destined to be still more astonished. +Alice played a short prelude that seemed familiar to him, +and then her voice rang out the words of that beautiful +duet that Quincy had sung with Lindy Putnam at the +singing-master's concert. Yes, it was Jewell's "Over the +Bridge." This was too much for Quincy. He went quietly +down the stairs and looked in at the parlor door, which +was wide open. Alice was seated at the piano, and again +the sun, in its westward downward course, shone in at the +window, and lighted up her crown of golden hair. This +time she had reversed the colors which she evidently knew +became her so well, and wore a dress of light pink, while +a light blue knitted shawl, similar to its pink companion, +lay upon the chair beside her.</p> + +<p>When she reached the duet Quincy did not attempt to +control himself any further, but joined in with her, and +they sang the piece together to the end.</p><p><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176"></a></p> + +<p>Alice turned upon the piano stool, faced the door and +clapped her hands.</p> + +<p>"That was capital, Mr. Sawyer. I didn't know that you +sang so well. In fact, I didn't know that you sang at all."</p> + +<p>"How did you know it was I?" said Quincy, as he advanced +towards her. "It is a little cool here, Miss Pettengill. +Allow me to place your shawl about you;" and, suiting +the action to the word, he put it gently over her shoulders.</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Alice, "I put it on when I first came down. +It interfered with my playing and I threw it into the chair."</p> + +<p>"May I take the chair, now that it is unoccupied?" he +asked.</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Alice, "if you will give me your word of +honor that you did not try to make me think it was cold: +here, so that you could get the chair."</p> + +<p>Quincy replied with a laugh, "If I did my reward is a +great return for my power of invention, but I assure you +I was thinking of your health and not of the chair, when +I tendered my services."</p> + +<p>"You are an adept in sweet speeches, Mr. Sawyer. You +city young men all are; but our country youth, who are +just as true and honest, are at a great disadvantage, because +they cannot say what they think in so pleasing a +way."</p> + +<p>"I hope you do not think I am insincere," remarked +Quincy, gravely.</p> + +<p>"Not at all," said Alice, "but I have not answered your +question. How did I know that it was you? You must +remember, Mr. Sawyer, that those who cannot see have +their hearing accentuated, and the ear kindly sends those +pictures to the brain which unfortunately the eye cannot +supply."</p> + +<p>"I have enjoyed your playing and singing immensely," +said Quincy. "Let us try that duet again."</p><p><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177"></a></p> + +<p>They sang it again, and then they went from piece to +piece, each suggesting her or his favorite, and it was not +till Mandy's shrill voice once more called out with more +than usual force and sharpness, "Supper's ready," that the +piano was closed and Quincy, for the first time taking +Alice's hand in his, led her from the parlor, which was +almost shrouded in darkness, into the bright light of the +dining-room, where they took their accustomed seats. +They ate but little, their hearts were full of the melody that +each had enjoyed so much.</p><p><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178"></a></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXI" id="CHAPTER_XXI"></a>CHAPTER XXI</h2> + +<h3>SOME MORE NEW IDEAS.<br /></h3> + +<p>When Ezekiel and Cobb's twins returned from West +Eastborough, they said the air felt like snow. +Mandy had kept some supper for them. Ezekiel said they +had supper over to Eastborough Centre, but the home +cooking smelled so good that all three sat down in the +kitchen and disposed of what Mandy had provided.</p> + +<p>The other members of the Pettengill household were in +their respective rooms. Uncle Ike was reading a magazine. +Alice had not retired, for Mandy always came to +her room before she did so to see that her fire was all right +for the night. Alice was a great lover of music and she +had enjoyed the afternoon almost as much as Quincy had. +She could not help thinking what musical treats might be +in store for them, and then the thought came to her how +she would miss him when he went back to Boston.</p> + +<p>In the next room, Quincy was pursuing a similar line of +thought. He was thinking of the nice times that Alice +and he could have singing together. To be sure he wished +to do nothing to make his father angry, for Quincy appreciated +the power of money. He knew that with his +mother's third deducted, his fathers estate would give him +between two and three hundred thousand dollars. He had +some money in his own right left him by a fond aunt, his +father's sister, the income from which gave him a good +living without calling upon his father.</p> + +<p>He knew his father wished him to become a lawyer, and +<a name="Page_179" id="Page_179"></a>keep up the old firm which was so well known in legal and +business circles, but Quincy in his heart realized that he +was not equal to it, and the future had little attraction for +him, if it were to be passed in the law offices of Sawyer, +Crowninshield, & Lawrence. At any rate his health was +not fully restored and he determined to stay at Mason's +Corner as long as he could do so without causing a break +in the friendly relations existing between his father and +himself. His present income was enough for his personal +needs, but it was not sufficient to also support a Mrs. +Quincy Adams Sawyer.</p> + +<p>What Ezekiel had prophesied came true. No one knew +just when the storm began, but the picture that greeted +Mandy Skinner's eyes when she came down to get breakfast +was a great contrast to that of the previous day.</p> + +<p>The snow had fallen steadily in large, heavy flakes, the +road and the fields showed an even, unbroken surface of +white; the tops of the taller fences were yet above the +snow line, each post wearing a white cap. As the morning +advanced the storm increased, the wind blew, and great +drifts were indications of its power. The thick clouds of +white flakes were thrown in every direction, and only dire +necessity, it seemed, would be a sufficient reason for leaving +a comfortable fireside.</p> + +<p>Mandy and Mrs. Crowley were busily engaged in preparing +the morning meal, when a loud scratching at a +door, which led into a large room that was used as an addition +to the kitchen, attracted their attention. In bounded +Swiss, the big St. Bernard dog belonging to Uncle Ike. +At Uncle Ike's special request Swiss had not been banished +to the barn or the wood-shed, but had been allowed to sleep +on a pallet in the corner of the large room referred to.</p> + +<p>Swiss was a great favorite with Mandy, and he was a +great friend of hers, for Swiss was very particular about +his food, and he had found Mandy to be a much better +<a name="Page_180" id="Page_180"></a>cook than Uncle Ike had been; besides the fare was more +bounteous at the Pettengill homestead than down at the +chicken coop, and Swiss had gained in weight and strength +since his change of quarters.</p> + +<p>After breakfast Uncle Ike came into the kitchen and +received a warm welcome from Swiss. Uncle Ike told +Mandy and Mrs. Crowley the well-known story of the +rescues of lost travellers made by the St. Bernard dogs on +the snow-clad mountains of Switzerland. When Mrs. +Crowley learned that Swiss had come from a country a +great many miles farther away from America than Ireland +was, he rose greatly in her estimation and she made no +objection to his occupying a warm corner of the kitchen.</p> + +<p>About noon, when the storm was at its very worst, +Mandy, who was looking out of the kitchen window, espied +something black in the road about halfway between Deacon +Mason's and the Pettengill house. She called Mrs. Crowley +to the window and asked her what she thought it was.</p> + +<p>"That's aisy," said Mrs. Crowley, "It's a man coming +down the road."</p> + +<p>"What can bring a man out in such a storm as this?" +asked Mandy.</p> + +<p>"Perhaps he is going for the docther," remarked Mrs. +Crowley.</p> + +<p>"Then he would be going the other way," asserted +Mandy.</p> + +<p>"He's a plucky little divil anyway," said Mrs. Crowley.</p> + +<p>"That's so," said Mandy. "He is all right as long as +he keeps on his feet, but if he should fall down—"</p> + +<p>At that moment the man did fall down or disappear from +sight. Mandy pressed her face against the window pane +and looked with strained eyes. He was up again, she +could see the dark clothing above the top of the snow.</p> + +<p>What was that! A cry? The sound was repeated.</p> + +<p>"I do believe the man is calling for help," cried Mandy.</p> + +<p><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181"></a></p> + +<div class="figcenter"> + <a name="image5" id="image5" href="images/image5.png"> + <img src="images/image5-tn.png" alt="Mrs. Putnam's Anger, Upon Discovery Of Lindy's Parentage. (Act III.)" + title="Mrs. Putnam's Anger, Upon Discovery Of Lindy's Parentage. (Act III.)" /> + </a> + <p class="caption">Mrs. Putnam's Anger, Upon Discovery Of Lindy's Parentage. (Act III.)</p> +</div> + +<p><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182"></a></p> +<p><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183"></a></p> + +<p>She rushed to the kitchen door and opened it. A gust +of snow swept into the room, followed by a stream of cold, +chilling air. Swiss awoke from his nap and lifted, his head. +Despite the storm, Mandy stood at the door and screamed +"Hello!" with her sharp, strident voice. Could she believe +her ears? Through the howling storm came a word +uttered in a voice which her woman's heart at once recognized. +The word was "Mandy," and the voice was Hiram's.</p> + +<p>"What on earth is he out in this storm for?" said Mandy +to herself. She called back in response, "Hello! Hello! +Hello!" and once more her own name was borne to her +through the beating, driving storm.</p> + +<p>She shut the door and resumed her post at the window. +Hiram was still struggling manfully against the storm and +had made considerable progress.</p> + +<p>Mandy turned to Mrs. Crowley and said, "Mr. Maxwell +is coming, Mrs. Crowley."</p> + +<p>"More fool he," remarked Mrs. Crowley, "to be out in +a storm like this."</p> + +<p>"Get some cider, Mrs. Crowley," said Mandy, "and put +it on the stove. He will need a good warm drink when he +gets here."</p> + +<p>"If he was a son of mine he'd get a good warmin'," said +Mrs. Crowley, as she went down cellar to get the cider.</p> + +<p>Mandy still strained her eyes at the window. The dark +form was still visible, moving slowly through the snow. +At that moment a terrific storm of wind struck the house; +it made every window and timber rattle; great clouds of +snow were swept up from the ground to mingle with those +coming from above, and the two were thrown into a +whirling eddy that struck the poor traveller and took him +from his feet, covering him from sight. Mandy rushed to +the door and opened it. This time she did not scream +"Hello." The word this time was "Hiram! He is lost! +He is lost!" she cried. "His strength has given out; but +<a name="Page_184" id="Page_184"></a>what shall I do? I could not reach him if I tried. Oh, +Hiram! Hiram!" and the poor girl burst into tears. She +would call Mr. Pettengill; she would call Cobb's twins; +she would call Mr. Sawyer; one of them would surely go +to his assistance.</p> + +<p>She turned, and to her surprise found Swiss by her side, +looking up at her with his large, intelligent eyes. Quick +as lightning, Uncle Ike's story came back to her mind. +She patted Swiss on the head, and pointed out into the +storm.</p> + +<p>Not another word was needed. With a bound Swiss +went into the snow and rapidly forward in the direction +of the road. Mandy was obliged to close the door again +and resume her place at the window. How her heart beat! +How she watched the dog as he ploughed his way through +the drifts? He must be near the place. Yes, he is scratching +and digging down into the snow. Now the dark form +appears once more. Yes, Hiram is on his feet again and +man and dog resume their fight with the elements.</p> + +<p>It seemed an age to Mandy, but it was in reality not +more than five minutes, before Hiram and Swiss reached +the kitchen door and came into the room.</p> + +<p>"Come out into the back room," said Mandy to Hiram. +"I don't want this snow all over my kitchen floor." So +Hiram and Swiss were taken into the big room and in a +short time came back in presentable condition.</p> + +<p>"Now, Mr. Maxwell, if you have recovered the use of +your tongue, will you kindly inform me what sent you +out in such a storm as this?"</p> + +<p>"Well," replied Hiram, "I reckoned I'd git down kinder +early in the mornin' and git back afore dark."</p> + +<p>"That's all right," said Mandy; "but that don't tell me +what you are out for, anyway."</p> + +<p>"Well, you didn't suppose," said Hiram, "that I could go +all day long without seein' you, did yer, Mandy?"</p><p><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185"></a></p> + +<p>Mrs. Crowley chuckled to herself and went into the +side room. Even Swiss seemed to recognize that two were +company and he followed Mrs. Crowley and resumed his +old resting place in the corner on the pallet.</p> + +<p>As Mrs. Crowley went about her work, she chuckled +again, and said to herself, "It's a weddin' I'll be goin' to +next time in place of a funeral."</p> + +<p>Upstairs other important events were taking place. +Quincy had gone to his room directly after breakfast, and +looked out upon the wild scene of storm with a sense of +loneliness that had not hitherto oppressed him. Why +should he be lonely? Was he not in the same house with +her, with only a thin wall of wood and plaster between +them? Yes, but if that wall had been of granite one hundred +feet thick, it could not have shut him off more effectually +from seeing her lovely face and hearing her sweet +voice.</p> + +<p>There came a sharp rap at the door.</p> + +<p>"Come in," called out Quincy.</p> + +<p>"Ah!" said Uncle Ike as he entered, "I am glad to see +you have a good fire. The snow has blown down into +Alice's room and her fire is out. Will you let her step +in here for a few moments, Mr. Sawyer, until 'Zeke and I +get the room warm again?"</p> + +<p>"Why, certainly," replied Quincy. "I am only too +happy—"</p> + +<p>But Uncle Ike was off, and returned in a few moments +leading Alice. Quincy placed a chair for her before the +fire. This cold wintry day she wore a morning dress of +a shade of red which, despite its bright color, seemed to +harmonize with the golden hair and to take the place of +the sun, which was not there to light it up.</p> + +<p>"If Miss Pettengill prefers," said Quincy, "I can make +myself comfortable in the dining-room, and she can have +my room to herself."</p><p><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186"></a></p> + +<p>He had started this speech to Uncle Ike, who left the +room abruptly in the middle of it, and Quincy's closing +words fell on Alice's ears alone.</p> + +<p>"Why, certainly not," said Alice; "sit down, Mr. Sawyer, +and we will talk about something. Don't you think it is +terrible?" As Quincy was contemplating his fair visitor, +he could hardly be expected to say "yes" to her question. +"Perhaps you enjoy it?" said she.</p> + +<p>"I certainly do," answered Quincy, throwing his whole +heart into his eyes.</p> + +<p>"Well, I must differ with you," said Alice. "I never +did like snow."</p> + +<p>"Oh, you were talking about the weather!" remarked +Quincy.</p> + +<p>"Why, yes," said Alice. "What else did you think I +was talking about?"</p> + +<p>Quincy, cool and self-possessed as he invariably was, +was a trifle embarrassed.</p> + +<p>Turning to Alice he said, "I see, Miss Pettengill, that +I must make you a frank statement in order that you may +retain your respect for me. I know you will pardon me +for not hearing what you said, and for what I am about +to say; but the fact is, I was wondering whether you have +had the best advice and assistance that the medical science +of to-day can afford you as regards your eyes."</p> + +<p>"It is very kind of you, Mr. Sawyer, to think of me, and +my trouble, and I will answer you in the same friendly +way in which you have spoken. I was taken sick one +morning just as I was eating my breakfast I never felt +better in my life than I did that morning, but the pain in +my side was so intense, so agonizing, that by the time I +reached my room and threw myself on the bed, physically +I was a complete wreck. A doctor was called at once and +he remained with me from eight o'clock until noon before +I became comfortable. I thought I was going to get better +<a name="Page_187" id="Page_187"></a>right off, or I should have written to 'Zekiel. Two other +attacks, each more severe than the one preceding, followed +the first, and I was so sick that writing, or telling any one +else what to write, or where to write, was impossible. Then +I began slowly to recover, but I was very weak and what +made me feel worse than ever was the fact that the trouble +with my eyes, which before my illness I had attributed to +nearsightedness, was now so marked that I could not see +across the room. I could not even see to turn a spoonful +of medicine from a bottle on the table beside my bed. The +Pettengills, Mr. Sawyer, are a self-reliant race, and I concluded +in my own mind that the trouble with my eyes was +due to my illness, and that when I recovered from that, +they would get well; but they did not. I was able, physically, +to resume my work, but I could not see to read or write. I +sent for my employer and told him my condition. He +advised me to consult an oculist at once. In fact, he got a +carriage and took me to one himself. The oculist said that +the treatment would require at least three months; so my +employer told me I had better come home, and that when +I recovered I could have my place back again. He is a +fine, generous-hearted man and I should be very miserable +if I thought I was going to lose my place."</p> + +<p>"But what did the oculist say was the trouble with your +eyes?" Quincy asked.</p> + +<p>"He didn't tell me," replied Alice. "He may have told +my employer. He gave me some drops to put in my eyes +three times a day; and a little metal tube with a cover to it +like the top of a pepper box; on the other end is a piece of +rubber tubing, with a glass mouthpiece attached to it"</p> + +<p>"How do you use that?" asked Quincy.</p> + +<p>Alice continued, "I hold the pepper box in front of my +wide-opened eye; then I put the glass mouthpiece in my +mouth and blow, for a certain length of time. I don't know +how long it is. It seems as though a thousand needles +<a name="Page_188" id="Page_188"></a>were driven into my eyeball. The drops make me cry; but +the little tube brings the tears in torrents."</p> + +<p>"Isn't that harsh treatment?" asked Quincy, as he looked +at the beautiful blue but sightless eyes that were turned +towards him.</p> + +<p>"No," said Alice with a laugh, "the pain and the tears +are like an April shower, for both soon pass away."</p> + +<p>At this moment Uncle Ike entered the room and Ezekiel's +steps were heard descending the stairs. Uncle Ike +said, "We have got it started and 'Zeke's gone down to +bring up a good stock of wood. If you have no objection, +Mr. Sawyer, I will sit down here a few minutes. Don't let +me interrupt your conversation."</p> + +<p>"I hope you will take a part in it," said Quincy. "You +put a lot of new ideas into my head the first time I came +to see you, and perhaps you may have some more new +ones for me to-day. Miss Pettengill was just saying she +would feel miserable if she lost her situation."</p> + +<p>"I have no doubt of it," said Uncle Ike. "The Pettengills +are not afraid to work. If a man is obliged to earn +his living by the sweat of his brow, I don't see why woman +shouldn't do the same thing."</p> + +<p>"But the home is woman's sphere," said Quincy.</p> + +<p>"Bosh!" cried Uncle Ike.</p> + +<p>"Why, Uncle!" cried Alice.</p> + +<p>"Oh, Mr. Sawyer understands me!" said Uncle Ike. "In +the Middle Ages, when women occupied the highest position +that has fallen to her lot since the days of Adam, the +housework was done by menials and scullions. Has the +world progressed when woman is pulled down from her +high estate and this life of drudgery is called her sphere? +Beg your pardon, Mr. Sawyer, but there should be no +more limit fixed to the usefulness of woman than there is to +the usefulness of man."</p> + +<p>"But," persisted Alice, "I don't think Mr. Sawyer means +<a name="Page_189" id="Page_189"></a>that exactly. He means a woman should stay at home +and look after her family."</p> + +<p>"Well," said Uncle Ike, "so should the man. I am inclined +to think if the father spent more time at home, it +would be for the advantage of both sons and daughters."</p> + +<p>"But," said Quincy, "do you think it is for the best interests +of the community that woman should force her +way into all branches of industry and compete with man +for a livelihood?"</p> + +<p>"Why not?" said Uncle Ike. "In the old days when they +didn't work, for they didn't know how and didn't want to, +because they thought it was beneath them, if a man died, +his wife and children became dependent upon some brother +or sister or uncle or aunt, and they were obliged to provide +for them out of their own small income or savings. In +those days it was respectable to be genteelly poor, and +starve rather than work and live on the fat of the land. +Nothing has ever done so much to increase the self-respect +of woman, and add to her feeling of independence, as the +knowledge of the fact that she can support herself." Alice +bowed her head and covered her eyes with her hand. +"There's nothing personal in what I say," said Uncle Ike. +"I am only talking on general principles."</p> + +<p>Quincy yearned to say something against Uncle Ike's +argument, but how could he advance anything against +woman's work when the one who sat before him was a +workingwoman and was weeping because she could not +work? There was one thing he could do, he could change +the subject to one where there was an opportunity for +debate. So he said, "Well, Mr. Pettengill, I presume if +you are such an ardent advocate of woman's right or even +duty to work, that you are also a supporter of her right to +vote."</p> + +<p>"That does not follow," replied Uncle Ike. "To be self-reliant, +independent, and self-supporting is a pleasure and a +<a name="Page_190" id="Page_190"></a>duty, and adds to one's self-respect. As voting is done at +the present day, I do not see how woman can take part in it +and maintain her self-respect. Improvements no doubt +will be made in the manner of voting. The ballot will +become secret, and the count will not be disclosed until +after the voting is finished. The rum stores will be closed +on voting day and an air of respectability will be given to +it that it does not now possess. It ought to be made a legal +holiday."</p> + +<p>"Granted," said Quincy, "but what has that to do with +the question of woman's right to vote?"</p> + +<p>"Woman has no inherent right to vote," said Uncle Ike. +"The ballot is a privilege, not a right. Why, I remember +reading during the war that young soldiers, between +eighteen and twenty-one years of age, claimed the ballot +as a right, because they were fighting for their country. +If voting is a right, what argument could be used against +their claim?"</p> + +<p>"I remember," added Quincy, "that they argued that +'bullets should win ballots.' Do you think any one should +vote who cannot fight?" asked Quincy.</p> + +<p>"If he does not shirk his duty between eighteen and +forty-five," said Uncle Ike, "he should not be deprived of +his ballot when he is older; but the question of woman's +voting does not depend upon her ability to fight. The +mother at home thinking of her son, the sister thinking of +her brother, the wife thinking of her husband, are as loyally +fighting for their native land as the soldiers in the +field, and no soldier is braver than the hospital nurse, who, +day after day and night after night, watches by the bedsides +of the wounded, the sick, and the dying. No, Mr. +Sawyer, it is not a question of fighting or bravery."</p> + +<p>During the discussion Alice had dried her eyes and was +listening to her uncle's words. She now asked a question, +"When will women vote, Uncle?"</p><p><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191"></a></p> + +<p>"When it is deemed expedient for them to do so," replied +Uncle Ike. "The full privilege will not be given all at once. +They will probably be allowed to vote on some one matter +in which they are deeply interested. Education and the +rum question are the ones most likely to be acted upon +first. But the full ballot will not come, and now I know +Alice will shake her head and say, 'No!' I repeat it—the +full ballot will not come for woman until our social superstructure +is changed. Woman will not become the political +equal of man until she is his social and industrial equal; and +until any contract of whatever nature made by a man and a +woman may be dissolved by them by mutual consent, without +their becoming criminals in the eye of the law, or outcasts +in the eyes of society."</p> + +<p>At this moment Ezekiel looked in the door and said, +"Alice's room is nice and warm now." Advancing, he +took her hand and led her from the room. Uncle Ike +thanked Quincy for his kindness and followed them. +Quincy sat and thought. The picture that his mind drew +placed the woman who had just left his room in a large +house, with servants at her command. She was the head +of the household, but no menial nor scullion. She did not +work, because he was able and willing to support her. She +did not vote, because she felt with him that at home was +her sphere of usefulness; and then Quincy thought that +what would make this possible was money, money that not +he but others had earned, and he knew that without this +money the question could not be solved as his mind had +pictured it; and he reflected that all women could not have +great houses and servants and loving husbands to care for +them, and he acknowledged to himself that his solution +was a personal, selfish one and not one that would answer +for the toiling million's of the working world.</p><p><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192"></a></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXII" id="CHAPTER_XXII"></a>CHAPTER XXII.</h2> + +<h3>AFTER THE GREAT SNOWSTORM.<br /></h3> + +<p>Mandy was, of course, greatly pleased inwardly because +Hiram had come through such a great storm +to see her, but, woman-like, she would not show it.</p> + +<p>So she said to Hiram, "Your reason is a very good one, +and of course I am greatly flattered, but there must be +something else besides that. Now, what have you got to +tell me?"</p> + +<p>"Well, the fact is, Mandy, I've got two things on my +mind. One of 'em is a secret and t'other isn't. I meant +to have told you yesterday; but Mr. Sawyer kept me busy +till noon, and the Deacon kept me busy all the afternoon, +and I was too tired to come over last night."</p> + +<p>"Well," said Mandy, "tell me the secret first. If the +other one has kept so long it won't spoil if it's kept a little +longer."</p> + +<p>Hiram had kept his eyes on the stove since taking his +seat, and he then remarked, "I am afraid that cider will +spoil unless I get a drink of it pretty soon."</p> + +<p>"Well, I declare," cried Mandy, "if I didn't forget to +give it to you, after sending Mrs. Crowley down stairs for +it, when you was out there in the road."</p> + +<p>"That's all right," said Hiram, as he finished the mugful +she passed him, and handed it back to be refilled. "That +sort o' limbers a feller's tongue a bit. Well, the secret is," +said Hiram, lowering his voice, "that when Huldy saw me +gettin' ready to go out, sez she, 'Where are you goin'?'<a name="Page_193" id="Page_193"></a> +'Over to Mr. Pettengill's,' sez I. Then sez she, 'Will you +wait a minute till I write a note?' 'Certainly,' sez I. And +when she brought me the note, sez she, 'Please give that +to Mr. Pettengill and don't let anybody else see it.' Then +sez I to her, 'No, ma'am;' but I sez to myself, 'Nobody +but Mandy.'" And Hiram took from an inside pocket +an envelope, addressed to Mr. Ezekiel Pettengill, and +showed it to Mandy. Then he put it back quickly in his +pocket.</p> + +<p>"Well, what of that?" asked Mandy. "That's no great +secret."</p> + +<p>"Well, not in itself," said Hiram; "but I am willing to +bet a year's salary agin a big red apple that those two +people have made up and are engaged reg'lar fashion."</p> + +<p>"You don't say so," cried Mandy, "what makes you +think so?"</p> + +<p>"Well, a number of things," said Hiram. "I overheard +the Deacon say to Huldy, 'It will be pretty lonesome for +us one of these days,' and then you see Mrs. Mason, she is +just as good as pie to me all the time, and that shows something +has pleased her more than common; and then you +see Huldy has that sort of look about her that girls have +when their market's made, and they feel so happy that they +can't help showing it. You see, Mandy, I'm no chicken. +I've had lots of experience."</p> + +<p>What Mandy might have said in reply to this remark +will never be known, for at this juncture Ezekiel entered +the room and passed through on his way to the wood-shed.</p> + +<p>"Now's my time," said Hiram, and he arose and followed +him out.</p> + +<p>Ezekiel was piling up some wood which he was to take +to Alice's room, when Hiram came up beside him and +slyly passed him the note. Then Hiram looked out of the +wood-shed window at the storm, which had lost none of its +fury, while Ezekiel read the note.</p><p><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194"></a></p> + +<p>"Are you going home soon?" asked Ezekiel.</p> + +<p>"Well, I guess I'll try it again," said Hiram, "as soon as +I get warm and kinder limbered up."</p> + +<p>"I guess I'll go back with you," said Ezekiel. "We will +take Swiss with us; two men and a dog ought to be enough +for a little snowstorm like this."</p> + +<p>"You won't find it a little one," said Hiram, "when you +get out in the road, but I guess the three on us can pull +through."</p> + +<p>Ezekiel went upstairs with the wood and Hiram resumed +his seat before the kitchen fire.</p> + +<p>"What did I tell you?" said Hiram to Mandy. "'Zeke's +going back with me. She has writ him to come over and +see her. Now you see if you don't lose your apple."</p> + +<p>"I didn't bet," said Mandy; "but what was that other +thing you were going to tell me that was no secret?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, that's about another couple," said Hiram. "Tilly +James is engaged."</p> + +<p>"Well, it's about time," said Mandy. "Which one of +them?"</p> + +<p>"Samuel Hill," replied Hiram, "and she managed it fust +rate. You know the boys have been flocking round her +for more than a year. Old Ben James, her pa, told me +he'd got to put in a new hitchin' post. You see, there has +been Robert Wood and 'Manuel Howe and Arthur Scates +and Cobb's twins and Ben Bates and Sam Hill, but Samuel +was the cutest one of the lot."</p> + +<p>"Why, what did he do that was bright?" asked Mandy.</p> + +<p>"Well," replied Hiram, "you see, Tilly sot down and +writ invites to all the boys that had been sparkin' 'round +her to come to see her the same night. She gave these +invites to her brother Bill to deliver. Well, Sam Hill +met him, found out what he was about, and kinder surmised +what it all meant. Wall, the night came 'round and +Sam Hill was the only one that turned up at the time +<a name="Page_195" id="Page_195"></a>app'inted. After talkin' about the weather, last year's +crops, and spring plantin', Sam just braced up and proposed, +and Tilly accepted him on the spot."</p> + +<p>"Where were the other fellers?" asked Mandy. "I +always surmised that she thought more of Ben Bates than +she did of Sam Hill."</p> + +<p>"Well, it didn't come out till a couple of days afterwards," +said Hiram. "You see, the shortest way to old James's +place is to go over the mill race, and all of the fellers but +Sam Hill went that way, and the joke of it was that they +all fell over into the river and got a duckin'."</p> + +<p>"Well," said Mandy, "they must have been drinking. +Tilly is well rid of the whole lot of them. Why, I've walked +over that log time and time again."</p> + +<p>"Well, they hadn't been drinkin'," said Hiram. "You +see it was pretty dark and they didn't get on to the fact that +the log was greased till it was kinder too late to rectify +matters."</p> + +<p>"And did Sam Hill do that?" asked Mandy.</p> + +<p>"He did," said Hiram; and he burst into a loud laugh, +in which Mandy joined.</p> + +<p>The laughing was quickly hushed as the kitchen door +opened and Ezekiel entered, warmly dressed for his fight +with the snow and carrying a heavy cane in his hand.</p> + +<p>"Call the dog, Hiram," said Ezekiel, "and we'll start. +Mandy, tell Jim and Bill to come over to Deacon Mason's +for me about four o'clock, unless it looks too bad; if it does +they needn't try it till to-morrow morning."</p> + +<p>"All ready," said he to Hiram, who was patting Swiss's +head, and off they started.</p> + +<p>Again Mandy went to the window and watched the +progress of the travellers. Mrs. Crowley came into the +kitchen and seeing Mandy at the window quietly turned +out a mug of the hot cider and drank it. She then approached<a name="Page_196" id="Page_196"></a> +Mandy and said, "What was all the laughin' +about? I like a good joke myself."</p> + +<p>Mandy said, "Oh, he was telling me about a girl that +invited all her fellers to come and see her the same evening, +and only one of them got there because he greased the +log over the mill race, and all the rest of them fell into the +water."</p> + +<p>"It was a mane trick," said Mrs. Crowley. "Now, when +all the boys were after me, for I was a good lookin' girl +once, Pat Crowley, he was me husband, had a fight on +hand every night for a fortnight and all on account of me; +and they do say there were never so many heads broken +in the County of Tipperary on account of one girl since the +days of St. Patrick."</p> + +<p>Mandy had paid but little attention to Mrs. Crowley's +speech. She was too busy watching the travellers. Mrs. +Crowley filled and emptied the mug once more.</p> + +<p>The last potation was too much for her equilibrium, and +forgetting the step that led from the kitchen to the side +room, she lost her balance and fell prone upon the floor. +Her loud cries obliged Mandy to turn from the window, +but not until she had seen that the travellers had reached +the fence before Deacon Mason's house, and she knew they +were safe for the present. Mrs. Crowley was lifted to her +feet by Mandy. The old woman declared that she was +"kilt intirely," but Mandy soon learned the cause of the +accident, and returning to the kitchen closed the door and +continued her morning duties.</p> + +<p>Before Ezekiel left the house he had interrupted +Quincy's meditations by knocking on his door, and when +admitted told him that he had had a letter from Huldy.</p> + +<p>"She is kind of lonesome," he said, "and wants me to +come over to see her."</p> + +<p>"But it is a terrible storm," said Quincy, looking out of +the window.</p><p><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197"></a></p> + +<p>"Oh," said Ezekiel, "we'll be all right! Hiram is going +with me, and we are going to take Swiss along with us. +Now, Mr. Sawyer, I am going to ask you to do me and +Alice a favor. Uncle Ike is upstairs busy reading, and if +you will kinder look out for Alice till I get back I shall be +greatly obliged."</p> + +<p>Quincy promised and Ezekiel departed.</p> + +<p>Quincy thought the fates had favored him in imposing +upon him such a pleasant task. But where was she, and +what could he do to amuse her? Then he thought, "We +can sing together as we did yesterday."</p> + +<p>He went down stairs to the parlor, thinking she might be +there, but the room was empty. The fire was low, but the +supply of wood was ample, and in a short time the great +room was warm and comfortable. Quincy seated himself +at the piano, played a couple of pieces and then sang a +couple; he did not think while singing the second song that +he had possibly transcended propriety, but when he sang +the closing lines of "Alice, Where Art Thou?" it suddenly +dawned upon him, and, full of vexation, he arose and +walked to the window and looked out upon the howling +storm.</p> + +<p>Suddenly he heard a sweet voice say, "I am here." And +then a low laugh reached his ear.</p> + +<p>Turning, he saw Alice standing in the middle of the +room, while Mandy's retreating figure showed who had +been her escort. Her brother Ezekiel had rigged a bell +wire from her room to the kitchen, so that she could call +Mandy when she needed her assistance.</p> + +<p>"I beg your pardon, Miss Pettengill," said Quincy, advancing +towards her. "The song has always been a favorite +of mine, but I never thought of its personal application +until I reached the closing words. I trust you do not +think I was so presuming as to—"</p> + +<p>Alice smiled and said, "The song is also a favorite one of +<a name="Page_198" id="Page_198"></a>mine, Mr. Sawyer, and you sang it beautifully. No apologies +are needed, for the fact is I was just saying to myself, +'Mr. Sawyer, where are you?' for 'Zekiel told me that he +was going to speak to you and ask you to help me drive +away those lonesome feelings that always come to me on a +day like this. I cannot see the storm, but I can hear it and +feel it."</p> + +<p>As Quincy advanced towards her he saw she held several +sheets of paper in her hand.</p> + +<p>"I am at your service," said he. "I am only afraid that +your requirements will exceed my ability."</p> + +<p>"Very prettily spoken," said Alice, as Quincy led her +to a seat by the fire, and took one himself. "I am going to +confess to you," said she, "one of my criminal acts. I am +going to ask you to sit as judge and mete out what you +consider a suitable punishment for my offence."</p> + +<p>"What crime have you committed?" asked Quincy +gravely.</p> + +<p>Alice laughed, shook the papers she held in her hand, +and said, "I have written poetry."</p> + +<p>"The crime is a great one," said Quincy. "But if the +poetry be good it may serve to mitigate your sentence. +Are those the evidences of your crime you hold in your +hand, Miss Pettingill?"</p> + +<p>"Yes," she answered, as she passed a written sheet to +him; "I wrote them before my eyes failed me. Perhaps +you will find it hard to read them. Which one is that?" +she asked.</p> + +<p>"It is headed, 'On the Banks of the Tallahassee,'" +replied Quincy.</p> + +<p>"Oh!" cried Alice, "I didn't write that song myself. A +gentleman friend, who is now dead, was the author of it. +But he couldn't write a chorus and he asked me to do it +for him. The idea of the chorus is moonlight on the river."</p> + +<p>"Shall I read it?" asked Quincy.</p><p><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199"></a></p> + +<p>"Only the chorus part, if you please," replied Alice, "and +be as lenient as you can, good Mr. Judge, for that was my +first offence."</p> + +<p>Quincy, in a smooth, even voice, read the following +words:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The moon's bright rays,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In a silver maze,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Fall on the rushing river;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Each ray of light<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like an arrow white<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Drawn from a crystal quiver.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They romp and play,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In a wond'rous way,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">On tree and shrub and flower;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And fill the night<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With a radiant light,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That falls like a silver shower.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"You do not say anything," said Alice, as Quincy finished +reading and remained silent.</p> + +<p>He replied, "You have conferred judicial functions upon +me and a judge does not give his opinion until the evidence +is all in."</p> + +<p>"Ah! I see," said Alice. "My knowledge of metrical +composition," she continued, "is very limited. What I +know of it I learned from an old copy of Fowler's Grammar +that I bought at Burnham's on School Street soon +after I went to Boston. I have always called what you +just read a poem. Is it one?" she asked, looking up with +a smile.</p> + +<p>"I think it is," replied Quincy, "and," he added inadvertently, +"a very pretty one, too."</p> + +<p>"Oh! Mr. Judge," laughing outright "you have given +aid and comfort to the prisoner before the evidence was +all in."</p><p><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200"></a></p> + +<p>And Quincy was forced to laugh heartily at the acuteness +she had shown in forcing his opinion from him prematurely."</p> + +<p>"Now, this one," said Alice, "I call a song. I know +which one it is by the size and thickness of the paper." +And she handed him a foolscap sheet.</p> + +<p>Quincy took it and glanced over it a moment or two +before he spoke, Alice leaning forward and listening intently +for the first sound of his voice. Then Quincy uttered +those ever pleasing words, "Sweet, Sweet Home," and +delivered, with great expression, the words of the song.</p> + +<p>"You read it splendidly," cried Alice, with evident delight. +"Would it be presuming on your kindness if I +asked you to read the refrain and chorus once more, Mr. +Sawyer?"</p> + +<p>"I shall enjoy reading it again myself," remarked +Quincy, as he proceeded to comply with Alice's pleasantly +worded request.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">REFRAIN:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i8">There is no place like home, they say,<br /></span> +<span class="i8">No matter where it be;<br /></span> +<span class="i8">The lordly mansion of the rich,<br /></span> +<span class="i8">The hut of poverty.<br /></span> +<span class="i8">The little cot, the tenement,<br /></span> +<span class="i8">The white-winged ship at sea;<br /></span> +<span class="i8">The heart will always seek its home,<br /></span> +<span class="i8">Wherever it may be.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">CHORUS:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Sweet, sweet home!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To that sweet place where youth was passed our thoughts will turn;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sweet, sweet home!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Will send the blood to flaming face, and hearts will burn.<br /></span><p><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201"></a></p> +<span class="i0">Sweet, sweet home!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">It binds us to our native land where'er we roam,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No land so fair, no sky so blue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As those we find when back we come to sweet, sweet home!<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"Of course you know that lovely song, 'Juanita'?" said +Alice.</p> + +<p>"Certainly," said Quincy, and he sang the first line of +the chorus.</p> + +<p>Alice's voice joined in with his, and they finished the +chorus together. A thrill went through Quincy as he +sang the last line, and he was conscious that his voice quivered +when he came to the words, "Be my own fair bride."</p> + +<p>"You sing with great expression," said Alice, "If you +like these new words that I have written to that old melody +we can sing them together. I have called it Loved Days. +I think this is the one," she said, as she passed him several +small sheets pinned together.</p> + +<p>"It is," said Quincy, as he took the paper and read it +slowly.</p> + +<p>As before, he said nothing when he had finished.</p> + +<p>"Mr. Judge," said Alice, "would it be improper, from a +judicial point of view, for me to ask you which lines in the +song you have just read please you the most? But perhaps," +said she, looking up at him, "none of them are +worthy of repetition."</p> + +<p>"If you will consider for a moment," replied Quincy, +"that I am off the bench and am just sitting here quietly +with you, I will say, confidentially, that I am particularly +well pleased with this;" and he read a portion of the first +stanza:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">On Great Heaven's beauties,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Gaze the eyes I loved to see,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Done earth's weary duties,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Now, eternity.<br /></span> +</div></div><p><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202"></a></p> + +<p>"And," continued Quincy, "I think these lines from the +second stanza are fully equal to those I have just read."</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But my soul, still living,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Speaks its words of comfort sweet,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Grandest promise giving<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That again we'll meet.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"I should think," continued Quincy, "that those words +were particularly well suited to be sung at a funeral. I +shall have to ask my friend Bradley to have his quartette +learn them, so as to be ready when I need them."</p> + +<p>"Oh! Mr. Sawyer," cried Alice, with a strong tone of +reproof in her voice, "how can you speak so lightly of +death?"</p> + +<p>"Pardon me," replied Quincy, "if I have unintentionally +wounded your feelings, but after all life is only precious +to those who have something to live for."</p> + +<p>"But you certainly," said Alice, "can see something in +life worth living for."</p> + +<p>"Yes," assented Quincy, "I can see it, but I am not satisfied +in my own mind that I shall ever be able to possess +it."</p> + +<p>"Oh, you must work and wait and hope!" cried Alice.</p> + +<p>"I shall be happy to," he said, "if you will be kind and +say an encouraging word to me, so that I may not grow +weary of the battle of life."</p> + +<p>"I should be pleased to help you all I can," she said +sweetly.</p> + +<p>"I shall need your help," Quincy remarked gravely, and +then with a quick change in tone he said playfully, "I +think it is about time for the judge to get back upon the +bench."</p> + +<p>"This," said Alice, as she passed him a manuscript +enclosed in a cover, "is my capital offence. If I escape punishment +<a name="Page_203" id="Page_203"></a>for my other misdemeanors, I know I shall not +when you have read this." And she handed him the paper.</p> + +<p>Quincy opened it and read, The Lord of the Sea, a +Cantata.</p> + +<p class="center"> +CHARACTERS.<br /></p> +<p><br /> +Canute, the Great, King of England and Denmark.<br /> +A Courtier.<br /> +An Irish Harper.<br /> +Queen Emma, the "Flower of Normandy."<br /> +Courtiers, Monks, and Gleemen.<br /> +<br /></p> +<p class="center"> +PLACE.<br /></p> +<p><br /> +Part I.—The palace of the king.<br /> +Part II.—The seashore at Southampton.<br /> +Time—About A.D. 1030.<br /> +</p> + +<p>As he proceeded with the reading he became greatly +interested in it. He had a fine voice and had taken a prize +for oratory at Harvard.</p> + +<p>When he finished he turned to Alice and said, "And you +wrote that?"</p> + +<p>"Certainly," said she. "Can you forgive me?"</p> + +<p>Quincy said seriously, "Miss Pettengill, that is a fine +poem; it is grand when read, but it would be grander still +if set to music. I can imagine," Quincy continued, "how +those choruses would sound if sung by the Handel and +Haydn Society, backed up by a full orchestra and the big +organ." And he sang, to an extemporized melody of his +own, the words:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">God bless the king of the English,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Lord of the land,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Lord of the sea!<br /></span> +</div></div><p><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204"></a></p> + +<p>"I can imagine," said he, as he rose and stood before +Alice, "King Canute as a heavy-voiced basso. How he +would bring out these words!</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Great sea! the land on which I stand, is mine;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Its rocky shores before thy blows quail not.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou, too, O! sea, are part of my domain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, like the land, must bow to my command.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'll sit me here! rise not, nor dare to touch,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With thy wet lips, the ermine of my robe!<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"And," cried he, for the moment overcome by his enthusiasm, +"how would this sound sung in unison by five hundred +well-trained voices?</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">For God alone is mighty,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Lord of the sea,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Lord of the land!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For He holds the waves of the ocean<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In the hollow of His hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the strength of the mightiest king<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is no more than a grain of sand.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For God alone is mighty,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Lord of the sea,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Lord of the land!"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>As Quincy resumed his seat, Alice clapped her hands +to show her approbation of his oratorical effort. Then +they both sat in silence for a few minutes, each evidently +absorbed in thought.</p> + +<p>Suddenly Alice spoke:</p> + +<p>"And now, Mr. Sawyer, will you let me ask you a serious +question? If I continue writing pieces like these, can I +hope to earn enough from it to support myself?"</p><p><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205"></a></p> + +<p>Quincy thought for a moment, and then said, "I am +afraid not. If you would allow me to take them to Boston +the next time I go I will try and find out their market +value, but editors usually say that poetry is a drug, and +they have ten times as much offered them as they can find +room for. On the other hand, stories, especially short +ones, are eagerly sought and good prices paid for them. +Did you ever think of writing a story, Miss Pettengill?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes!" said Alice, "I have several blocked out, I call +it, in my own mind, but it is such a task for me to write +that I dare not undertake them. If I could afford to pay +an amanuensis it would be different."</p> + +<p>Quincy comprehended the situation in a moment. "I +like to write, Miss Pettengill," said he, "and time hangs +heavily upon my hands. We are likely to have a long +spell of winter weather, during which I shall be confined +to the house as well as yourself. Take pity on me and give +my idle hands something to do."</p> + +<p>"Oh, it would be too much to ask," said Alice.</p> + +<p>"But you have not asked," answered Quincy. "I have +offered you my services without your asking."</p> + +<p>"But when could we begin?" asked Alice, hesitatingly.</p> + +<p>"At once," replied Quincy. "I brought with me from +Boston a half ream of legal paper and a dozen good pencils. +I can write faster and much better with a pencil than +I can with a pen, and as all legal papers have to be copied, +I have got into the habit of using pencils for everything."</p> + +<p>It took Quincy but a few minutes to go to his room and +secure his paper and pencils. He drew a table close to +Alice's chair and sat down beside her.</p> + +<p>"What is the name of the story?" asked he.</p> + +<p>Alice replied, "I have called it in my mind, 'How He Lost +Both Name and Fortune.'"</p><p><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206"></a></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXIII" id="CHAPTER_XXIII"></a>CHAPTER XXIII.</h2> + +<h3>A VISIT TO MRS. PUTNAM.<br /></h3> + +<p>It must not be supposed that Alice's story was written +out by Quincy in one or even two days. The oldest +inhabitants will tell you that the great snowstorm lasted +three days and three nights, and it was not till the fourth +day thereafter that the roads were broken out, so that safe +travel between Eastborough Centre and Mason's Corner +became possible.</p> + +<p>The day after the storm the sad intelligence came to +Quincy and Alice that old Mr. Putnam had passed quietly +away on the last day of the storm. Quincy attended the +funeral, and he could not help acknowledging to himself +that Lindy Putnam never looked more beautiful than in +her dress of plain black. The only ornament upon her +was a pair of beautiful diamond earrings, but she always +wore them, and consequently they were not obtrusive.</p> + +<p>Quincy bore an urgent request from Mrs. Putnam that +Alice should come to see her. As the story was finished +and copied on the seventh day after the storm, Quincy had +the old-fashioned sleigh brought out and lined with robes. +Taking the horse Old Bill, that sleigh bells or snow slides +could not startle from his equanimity, Alice was driven to +Mrs. Putnam's, and in a few minutes was clasped to Mrs. +Putnam's bosom, the old lady crying and laughing by turns.</p> + +<p>Quincy thought it best, to leave them alone, and descending +the stairs he entered the parlor, the door being halfway +open. He started back as he saw a form dressed in black, +seated by the window.</p> + +<p>"Come in, Mr. Sawyer," said Lindy. "I knew you were +<a name="Page_207" id="Page_207"></a>here. I saw you when you drove up with Miss Pettengill. +What a beautiful girl she is, and what a pity that she is +blind. I hope with all my heart that she will recover her +sight."</p> + +<p>"She would be pleased to hear you say that," remarked +Quincy.</p> + +<p>"We were never intimate," said Lindy. "You can tell +her from me, you are quite the gallant chevalier, Mr. Sawyer, +and what you say to her will sound sweeter than if it +came from other lips. Are you going to marry her, Mr. +Sawyer?"</p> + +<p>"I do not think that our acquaintance is of such long +standing that you are warranted in asking me so personal +a question," replied Quincy.</p> + +<p>"Perhaps not," said Lindy, "but as I happened to know, +though not from your telling, that she is to be my mother's +heiress, I had a little curiosity to learn whether you had +already proposed or were going—"</p> + +<p>"Miss Putnam," said Quincy sternly, "do not complete +your sentence. Do not make me think worse of you than +I already do. I beg your pardon for intruding upon you. +I certainly should not have done so had I anticipated such +an interview."</p> + +<p>Lindy burst into a flood of tears. Her grief seemed uncontrollable. +Quincy closed the parlor door, thinking that +if her cries and sobs were heard upstairs it would require +a double explanation, which it might be hard for him to +give.</p> + +<p>He stood and looked at the weeping girl. She had evidently +known all along who her mother's heiress was. She +had been fooling him, but for what reason? Was she in +love with him? No, he did not think so; if she had been +she would have confided in him rather than have sought +to force him to confide in her. What could be the motive +for her action? Quincy was nonplussed. He had had +<a name="Page_208" id="Page_208"></a>considerable experience with society girls, but they either +relied upon languid grace or light repartee. They never +used tears either for offence or defence.</p> + +<p>A surprise was in store for Quincy. Lindy rose from +her chair and came towards him, her eyes red with weeping.</p> + +<p>"Why do you hate me so, Mr. Sawyer?" she asked. +"Why will you not be a friend to me, when I need one so +much? What first turned you against me?"</p> + +<p>Quincy replied, "I will tell you, Miss Putnam. They told +me you were ashamed of your father and mother because +they were old-fashioned country people and did not dress +as well or talk as good English as you did."</p> + +<p>"Who told you so?" asked Lindy.</p> + +<p>"It was common talk in the village," he replied.</p> + +<p>"I should think you had suffered enough from village +gossip, Mr. Sawyer, not to believe that all that is said is +true."</p> + +<p>Quincy winced and colored. It was a keen thrust and +went home.</p> + +<p>"Where there is so much smoke there must be some +fire," he answered, rather lamely, as he thought, even to +himself.</p> + +<p>"Mr. Sawyer, when I asked you to tell me a little secret +you had in your possession, you refused. I wanted a +friend, but I also wanted a proven friend. No doubt I +took the wrong way to win your friendship, but I am going +to tell you something, Mr. Sawyer, if you will listen to +me, that will at least secure your pity for one who is rich +in wealth but poor in that she has no friends to whom she +can confide her troubles."</p> + +<p>Quincy saw that he was in for it, and like a gentleman, +determined to make the best of it, so he said, "Miss Putnam, +I will listen to your story, and if, after hearing it, I +can honorably aid you I will do so with pleasure."</p><p><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209"></a></p> + +<p>Lindy took his hand, which he had half extended, and +said, "Come, sit down, Mr. Sawyer. It is a long story, +and I am nervous and tired," and she looked down at her +black dress.</p> + +<p>They sat upon the sofa, he at one end, she at the other.</p> + +<p>"Mr. Sawyer," she began abruptly, "I am not a natural-born +child of Mr. and Mrs. Putnam. I was adopted by +them when but two years of age. I do not know who my +father and mother were. I am sure Mrs. Putnam knows, +but she will not tell me."</p> + +<p>"It could do no harm now that you are a woman grown," +said Quincy.</p> + +<p>"At first they both loved me," Lindy continued, "but a +year after I came here to live their son was born, and from +that time on all was changed. Mr. Putnam was never +unkind to me but once, but Mrs. Putnam seemed to take +delight in blaming me, and tormenting me, and nagging +me, until it is a wonder that my disposition is as good as it +is, and you know it is not very good," said she to Quincy +with a little smile. She resumed her story: "I loved the +little boy, Jones I always called him, and as we grew up +together he learned to love me and took my part, although +he was three years younger than myself. This fact made +Mrs. Putnam hate me more than ever. He stayed at home +until he was twenty-two, then he went to his father and +mother and told them that he loved me and wished to marry +me. Both Mr. and Mrs. Putnam flew into a great rage at +this. The idea of a brother marrying his sister! They said +it was a crime and a sacrilege, and the vengeance of God +would surely fall upon us both. Jones told them he had +written to a lawyer in Boston, and he had replied that there +was no law prohibiting such a marriage. 'But the law of +God shines before you like a flaming sword,' said Mrs. +Putnam; and Mr. Putnam agreed with her, for she had all +his property in her possession." Quincy smiled. "They +<a name="Page_210" id="Page_210"></a>packed Jones off to the city at once," said Lindy, "and his +mother gave him five thousand dollars to go into business +with. Jones began speculating, and he was successful from +first to last. In three months he paid back the five thousand +dollars his mother had given him, and he never took +a dollar from them after that day. At twenty-six he was +worth one hundred thousand dollars. When I went to Boston +I always saw him, and he at last told me he could stand +it no longer. Be wanted me to marry him and go to +Europe with him. I told him I must have a week to think +it over. If I decided to go I would be in Boston on a certain +day. I would bring my trunk and would stop at a +certain hotel and send word for him to come to me. I used +all possible secrecy in getting my clothes ready, and packed +them away, as I thought, unnoticed, in my trunk, which was +in the attic. Mrs. Putnam must have suspected that I +intended to leave home, and she knew that I would not go +unless to meet her son. The day before I planned going to +Boston, or rather the night before, she entered my room +while I was asleep, took every particle of my clothing, with +the exception of one house dress and a pair of slippers, +and locked me in. They kept me there for a week, and I +wished that I had died there, for when they came to me it +was to tell me that Jones was dead, and I was the cause +of it. I who loved him so!" And the girl's eyes filled with +tears.</p> + +<p>"What was the cause of his death?" asked Quincy.</p> + +<p>"He was young, healthy, and careless," answered Lindy. +"He took a bad cold and it developed into lung fever. +Even then he claimed it was nothing and would not see a +doctor. One morning he did not come to the office, his +clerk went to his room, but when the doctor was called it +was too late. It was very sad that he should die so, believing +that I had refused to go with him, when I would have +given my life for him. He loved me till death. He left +<a name="Page_211" id="Page_211"></a>me all his money, but in his will he expressed the wish that +I would never accept a dollar from his parents. So now +you see why Mrs. Putnam does not make me her heiress. +You think I hate Miss Pettengill because she is going to +give it to her, but truly I do not, Mr. Sawyer. What I +said when you came in I really meant, and I hope you will +be happy, Mr. Sawyer, even as I hoped to be years ago."</p> + +<p>Quincy had been greatly interested in Lindy's story, and +that feeling of sympathy for the unhappy and suffering +that always shows itself in a true gentleman rose strongly +in his breast.</p> + +<p>"Miss Putnam," said he, "I have wronged you both in +thought and action, but I never suspected what you have +told me. Will you forgive me and allow me to be your +friend? I will try to atone in the future for my misdoings +in the past."</p> + +<p>He extended his hand, and Lindy laid hers in his.</p> + +<p>"I care not for the past," said she. "I will forget that. I +have also to ask for forgiveness. I, too, have said and done +many things which I would not have said or done, but for +womanly spite and vanity. You see my excuse is not so +good as yours," said she, as she smiled through her tears.</p> + +<p>"In what way can I serve you?" asked Quincy. "Why +do you not go to Boston and live? I could introduce you +to many pleasant families."</p> + +<p>"What!" cried Lindy. "Me, a waif and a stray! You +are too kind-hearted, Mr. Sawyer. I shall not leave the +woman every one but you thinks to be my mother. When +she is dead I shall leave Eastborough never to return. My +sole object in life from that day will be to find some trace +of my parents or relatives. Now it may happen that +through Mrs. Putnam or Miss Pettengill you may get +some clew that will help me in my search. It is for this +that I wish a friend, and I have a presentiment that some +day you will be able to help me."</p><p><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212"></a></p> + +<p>Quincy assured her that if it lay in his power any time +to be of assistance to her, she could count upon him.</p> + +<p>"By the way, Miss Putnam," said he, "how did your investment +with Foss & Follansbee turn out? I heard a +rumor that the stock fell, and you lost considerable +money."</p> + +<p>Lindy flushed painfully. "It did drop, Mr. Sawyer, but +it rallied again, as you call it, and when they sold out for me +I made nearly five thousand dollars; but," and she looked +pleadingly up into Quincy's face, "you have forgiven me +for that as well as for my other wrong doings."</p> + +<p>"For everything up to date," said Quincy, laughing.</p> + +<p>At that instant a loud pounding was heard on the floor +above.</p> + +<p>"Mrs. Putnam is knocking for you," said Lindy. "Miss +Pettengill must be ready to go home. Good-by, Mr. Sawyer, +and do not forget your unhappy friend."</p> + +<p>"I promise to remember her and her quest," said Quincy.</p> + +<p>He gave the little hand extended to him, a slight pressure +and ran up the stairs. As he did so he heard the parlor +door close behind him.</p> + +<p>As they were driving home, Alice several times took what +appeared to be a letter from her muff and held it up as +though trying to read it. Quincy glanced towards her.</p> + +<p>"Mr. Sawyer, can you keep a secret?" asked Alice.</p> + +<p>"I have a big one on my mind now," replied Quincy, +"that I would like to confide to some one."</p> + +<p>"Why don't you?" asked Alice.</p> + +<p>"As soon as I can find a person whom I think can fully +sympathize with me I shall do so, but for the present I +must bear my burden in silence," said he.</p> + +<p>"I hope you Will not have to wait long before finding +that sympathetic friend," remarked Alice.</p> + +<p>"I hope so, too," he replied. "But I have not answered +<a name="Page_213" id="Page_213"></a>your question, Miss Pettengill. If I can serve you by +storing a secret with you, it shall be safe with me."</p> + +<p>"Will you promise not to speak of it, not even to me?" +she asked.</p> + +<p>"If you wish it I will promise," he answered.</p> + +<p>"Then please read to me what is written on that +envelope."</p> + +<p>Quincy looked at the envelope. "It is written in an old-fashioned, +cramped hand," he said, "and the writing is 'confided +to Miss Alice Pettengill, and to be destroyed without +being read by her within twenty-four hours after my death. +Hepsibeth Putnam.'"</p> + +<p>"Thank you," said Alice simply, and she replaced the +envelope in her muff.</p> + +<p>Like a flash of lightning the thought came to Quincy +that the letter to be destroyed had some connection with +the strange story so recently told him by Lindy. He must +take some action in the matter before it was too late. +Turning to Alice he said, "Miss Pettengill, if I make a +strange request of you, which you can easily grant, will you +do it, and not ask me for any explanation until after you +have complied?"</p> + +<p>"You have worded your inquiry so carefully, Mr. Sawyer, +that I am a little afraid you, you being a lawyer, but as +you have so graciously consented to keep a secret with me, +I will trust you and will promise to comply with your +request."</p> + +<p>"All I ask is," said Quincy, "that before you destroy that +letter, you will let me read to you once more what is written +upon the envelope."</p> + +<p>"Why, certainly," said Alice, "how could I refuse so +harmless a request as that?"</p> + +<p>"I am greatly obliged for your kindness," said Quincy +to her; but he thought to himself, "I will find out what is +in that envelope, if there is any honorable way of doing so."</p><p><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214"></a></p> + +<p>Hiram came over to see Mandy that evening, and Mrs. +Crowley, who was in the best of spirits, sang several old-time +Irish songs to them, Hiram and Mandy joining in the +choruses. They were roasting big red apples on the top of +the stove and chestnuts in the oven. Quincy, attracted by +the singing, came downstairs to the kitchen, and was invited +to join in the simple feast. He then asked Mrs. Crowley to +sing for him, which she did, and he repaid her by singing, +"The Harp That Once Thro' Tara's Halls" so sweetly that +tears coursed down the old woman's cheeks, and she said, +"My poor boy Tom, that was killed in the charge at Balaklava, +used to sing just like that."</p> + +<p>Then the poor woman began weeping so violently that +Mandy coaxed her off to bed and left the room with her.</p> + +<p>When Hiram and Quincy were alone together, the latter +said: "Any news, Hiram?"</p> + +<p>"Not much," replied Hiram. "The snow is too deep, and +it's too darned cold for the boys to travel 'round and do +much gossipin' this weather. A notice is pasted up on Hill's +grocery that it'll be sold by auction next Tuesday at three +o'clock in the afternoon. And I got on to one bit of news. +Strout and his friends are goin' to give Huldy Mason a surprise +party. They have invited me and Mandy simply because +they want you to hear all about it. But they don't +propose to invite you, nor 'Zeke, nor his sister."</p> + +<p>"Has Strout got anybody to back him up on buying the +grocery store?" asked Quincy.</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Hiram, "he has got two thousand dollars +pledged, and I hear he wants five hundred dollars more. +He don't think the whole thing will run over twenty-five +hundred dollars."</p> + +<p>"How much is to be paid in cash?" Quincy inquired.</p> + +<p>"Five hundred dollars," said Hiram; "and that's what +troubles Strout. His friends will endorse his notes and +take a mortgage on the store, for they know it's a good<a name="Page_215" id="Page_215"></a> +<a name="Page_216" id="Page_216"></a><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217"></a>payin' business. They expect to get their money back with +good interest, but it comes kinder hard on them to plunk +down five hundred dollars in cold cash."</p> + +<div class="figcenter"> + <a name="image6" id="image6" href="images/image6.png"> + <img src="images/image6-tn.png" alt="Quincy Reading Alice's Letter To Her. (Act III.)" + title="Quincy Reading Alice's Letter To Her. (Act III.)" /> + </a> + <p class="caption">Quincy Reading Alice's Letter To Her. (Act III.)</p> +</div> + +<p>At that moment Mandy returned, and after asking her +for a spoon and a plate upon which to take a roast apple and +some chestnuts upstairs, Quincy left the young couple +together. As he sat before the fire enjoying his lunch, he +resolved that he would buy that grocery store, cost what it +might, and that 'Zeke Pettengill, Alice, and himself would +go to that surprise party.</p><p><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218"></a></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXIV" id="CHAPTER_XXIV"></a>CHAPTER XXIV.</h2> + +<h3>THE NEW DOCTOR.<br /></h3> + +<p>Quincy improved the first opportunity offered for +safe travelling to make a visit to the city. He had +several matters to attend to. First, he had not sent his +letter to his friend, requesting him to make inquiries as to +Obadiah Strout's war record, for the great snowstorm had +come the day after he had written it. Second, he was going +to take Alice's story to show to a literary friend, and see if +he could secure its publication. And this was not all; Alice +had told him, after he had finished copying the story she +had dictated to him, that she had written several other short +stories during the past two years.</p> + +<p>In response to his urgent request, she allowed him to +read her treasured manuscripts. The first was a passionate +love story in which a young Spanish officer, stationed on +the island of Cuba, and a beautiful young Cuban girl were +the principals. It was entitled "Her Native Land," and +was replete with startling situations and effective tableaus. +Quincy was delighted with it, and told Alice if dramatized +it would make a fine acting play. This was, of course, very +pleasing to the young author. Quincy was her amanuensis, +her audience, and her critic, and she knew that in his eyes +she was already a success.</p> + +<p>She also gave him to read a series of eight stories, in a +line usually esteemed quite foreign to feminine instincts. +Alice had conceived the idea of a young man, physically +weak and suffering from nervous debility, being left an +immense fortune at the age of twenty-one. His money was +well invested, and in company with a faithful attendant he +travelled for fifteen years, covering every nook and corner +<a name="Page_219" id="Page_219"></a>of the habitable globe. At thirty-six he returned home +much improved in health, but still having a marked aversion +to engaging in any business pursuit. A mysterious case +and its solution having been related to him, he resolved to +devote his income, now amounting to a million dollars +yearly, to amateur detective work. His great-desire was +to ferret out and solve mysteries, murders, suicides, robberies, +and disappearances that baffled the police and +eluded their vigilant inquiry.</p> + +<p>The titles that Alice had chosen for her stories were as +mysterious, in their way, as the stories themselves. Arranged +in the order of their writing, they were: Was it +Signed? The Man Without a Tongue; He Thought He +Was Dead; The Eight of Spades; The Exit of Mrs. Delmonnay; +How I Caught the Fire-Bugs; The Hot Hand; +and The Mystery of Unreachable Island.</p> + +<p>When Quincy reached the city, his first visit was to his +father's office, but he found him absent. He was told that +he was conducting a case in the Equity Session of the +Supreme Court, and would not return to the office that +day.</p> + +<p>Instead of leaving his letter at his friend's office, he went +directly to the Adjutant-General's office at the State House. +Here he found that an acquaintance of his was employed +as a clerk. He was of foreign birth, but had served gallantly +through the war and had left an arm upon the battlefield. +He made his request for a copy of the war record of +Obadiah Strout, of the —th Mass. Volunteers. Then a +thought came suddenly to him and he requested one also +of the record of Hiram Maxwell of the same regiment.</p> + +<p>Leaving the State House on the Hancock Avenue side, +he walked down that narrow but convenient thoroughfare, +and was standing at its entrance to the sidewalk on Beacon +Street, debating which publisher he would call on first, +when a cheery voice said, "Hello, Sawyer." When he +<a name="Page_220" id="Page_220"></a>looked up he saw an old Latin School and college chum, +named Leopold Ernst. Ernst was a Jew, but he had been +one of the smartest and most popular of the boys in school +and of the men at Harvard.</p> + +<p>"What are you up to?" asked Ernst.</p> + +<p>"Living on my small fortune and my father's bounty," +said Quincy. "Not a very creditable record, I know, but +my health has not been very good, and I have been resting +for a couple of months in the country."</p> + +<p>"Not much going on in the country at this time of the +year I fancy," remarked Ernst.</p> + +<p>"That's where you are wrong," said Quincy. "There +has been the devil to pay ever since I landed in the town, +and I've got mixed up in so many complications that I don't +expect to get back to town before next Christmas. But +what are you doing, Ernst?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, I am in for literature; not the kind that consists in +going round with a notebook and prying into people's business, +with a hope one day of becoming an editor, and working +twenty hours out of the twenty-four each day. Not a +bit of it, I am reader for——;" and he mentioned the name +of a large publishing house. "I have my own hours and a +comfortable salary. I sit like Solomon upon the efforts +of callow authors and the productions of ripened genius. +Sometimes I discover a diamond in the rough, and introduce +a new star to the literary firmament; and at other times I +cut up some egotistical old writer, who thinks anything he +turns out will be sure to please the public."</p> + +<p>"How fortunate that I have met you?" said Quincy. +"I have in this little carpet bag the first effusions of one of +those callow authors of whom you spoke. She is poor, +beautiful, and blind."</p> + +<p>"Don't try to trade on my sympathies, old boy," said +Ernst. "No person who is poor has any right to become +an author. It takes too long in these days to make a hit, +<a name="Page_221" id="Page_221"></a>and the poor author is bound to die before the hit comes. +The 'beautiful' gag don't work with me at all. The best +authors are homelier than sin and it's a pity that their pictures +are ever published. As regards the 'blind' part, that +may be an advantage, for dictating relieves one of the +drudgery of writing one's self, and gives one a chance for +a fuller play of one's fancies than if tied to a piece of wood, +a scratchy pen, and a bottle of thick ink."</p> + +<p>"Then you won't look at them," said Quincy.</p> + +<p>"I didn't say so," replied Ernst. "Of course, I can't +look at them in a business way, unless they are duly submitted +to my house, but I have been reading a very badly +written, but mightily interesting manuscript, for the past +two days and a half, and I want a change of work or diversion, +to brush up my wits. Now, old fellow," said he, taking +Quincy by the arm, "if you will come up to the club with +me, and have a good dinner with some Chianti, and a glass +or two of champagne, and a pousse cafe to finish up with, +then we will go up to my rooms on Chestnut Street—I have +a whole top floor to myself—we will light up our cigars, +and you may read to me till to-morrow morning and I +won't murmur. But, mind you, if the stories are mighty +poor I may go to sleep, and if I do that, you might as well +go to bed too, for when I once go to sleep I never wake +up till I get good and ready."</p> + +<p>Quincy had intended after seeing a publisher to leave the +manuscripts for examination, then to take tea with his +mother and sisters, and go back to Eastborough on the +five minutes past six express. But he was prone to yield to +fate, which is simply circumstances, and he accepted his old +college chum's invitation with alacrity. He could get the +opinion of an expert speedily, and that fact carried the day +with him.</p> + +<p>When they were comfortably ensconced in their easy-chairs +on the top floor, and the cigars lighted, Quincy commenced +<a name="Page_222" id="Page_222"></a>reading. Leopold had previously shown him his +suite, which consisted of a parlor, or rather a sitting-room, a +library, which included principally the works of standard +authors and reference books, his sleeping apartment, and +a bathroom.</p> + +<p>There was a large bed lounge in the sitting-room, and +Quincy determined to read every story in his carpet bag, +if it took him all night. He commenced with the series of +detective or mystery stories. He had read them over before +and was able to bring out their strong points oratorically, +for, as it has been said before, he was a fine speaker.</p> + +<p>Quincy eyed Ernst over the corner of the manuscript he +was reading, but the latter understood his business. Occasionally +he was betrayed into a nod of approval and several +times shook his head in a negative way, but he uttered no +word of commendation or disapproval.</p> + +<p>After several of the stories had been read, Ernst called +a halt, and going to a cupboard brought out some crackers, +cake, and a decanter of wine, with glasses, which he put +upon a table, and placed within comfortable reach of both +reader and listener. Then he said, "Go ahead," munched +a cracker, sipped his wine, and then lighted a fresh cigar.</p> + +<p>When the series was finished, Leopold said, "Now we +will have some tea. I do a good deal of my reading at +home, and I don't like to go out again after I have crawled +up four flights of stairs, so my landlady sends me up a +light supper at just about this hour. There is the maid +now," as a light knock was heard on the door.</p> + +<p>Leopold opened it, and the domestic brought in a tray +with a pot of tea and the ingredients of a light repast, +which she placed upon another table near a window.</p> + +<p>"There is always enough for two," said Leopold. "Reading +is mighty tiresome work, and listening is too, and a cup +of good strong tea will brighten us both up immensely.<a name="Page_223" id="Page_223"></a> +You can come back for the tray in fifteen minutes, Jennie," +said Ernest.</p> + +<p>The supper was finished, the tray removed, and the critic +sat in judgment once more upon the words that fell from +the reader's lips. Leopold's face lighted up during the +reading of "Her Native Land." He started to speak, and +the word "That's—" escaped him, but he recovered himself +and said no more, though he listened intently.</p> + +<p>Quincy took a glass of wine and a cracker before starting +upon the story which had been dictated to him. Leopold +gave no sign of falling asleep, but patted his hands +lightly together at certain points in the story, whether +contemplatively or approvingly Quincy could not determine. +As he read the closing lines of the last manuscript +the cuckoo clock struck twelve, midnight.</p> + +<p>"You are a mighty good reader, Quincy," said Leopold, +"and barring fifteen minutes for refreshments, you +have been at it ten hours. Now you want my opinion of +those stories, and what's more, you want my advice as to +the best place to put them to secure their approval and +early publication. Now I am going to smoke a cigar quietly +and think the whole thing over, and at half past twelve I +will give you my opinion in writing. I am going into my +library for half an hour to write down what I have to say. +You take a nap on the lounge there, and you will be refreshed +when I come back after having made mince meat +of your poor, beautiful, blind <i>protégé</i>."</p> + +<p>Leopold disappeared into the library, and Quincy +stretching himself on the lounge, rested, but did not sleep. +Before he had realized that ten minutes had passed, Leopold +stood beside him with a letter sheet in his hand, and said, +"Now, Quincy, read this to me, and I will see if I have +got it down straight."</p> + +<p>Quincy's hand trembled nervously as he seated himself +<a name="Page_224" id="Page_224"></a>in his old position and turning the sheet so that the light +would fall upon it, he read the following:</p> + +<p>Opinion of Leopold Ernst, Literary Critic, of certain +manuscripts submitted for examination by Quincy A. Sawyer, +with some advice gratis.</p> + +<p>1. Series of eight stories. Mighty clever general idea; +good stories well written. Same style maintained throughout; +good plots. Our house could not handle them—not +of our line. Send to——. (Here followed the name of a +New York publisher.) I will write Cooper, one of their +readers. He is a friend of mine, and will secure quick decision, +which, I prophesy, will be favorable.</p> + +<p>2. "Her Native Land" is a fine story. I can get it into a +weekly literary paper that our house publishes. I know +Jameson, the reader, will take it, especially if you would +give him the right to dramatize it. He is hand and glove +with all the theatre managers and has had several successes.</p> + +<p>3. That story about the Duke, I want for our magazine. +It is capital, and has enough meat in it to make a full-blown +novel. All it wants is oysters, soup, fish, entrees, and a +dessert prefixed to and joined on to the solid roast and +game which the story as now written itself supplies.</p> + +<p>In Witness Whereof, I have hereunto set my hand, this +24th day of February, 186—.</p> + +<p class="right1"><span class="smcap">Leopold Ernst</span>, Literary Critic.</p> + +<p>Quincy remained all night with Leopold, sleeping on the +bed lounge in the sitting-room. He was up at six o'clock +the next morning, but found that his friend was also an early +riser, for on entering the library he saw the latter seated +at his desk regarding the pile of manuscript which Quincy +had read to him.</p> + +<p>Leopold looked up with a peculiar expression on his face.</p> + +<p>"What's the matter," asked Quincy, "changing your +mind?"</p><p><a name="Page_225" id="Page_225"></a></p> + +<p>"No," said Leopold, "I never do that, it would spoil my +value as a reader if I did. My decisions are as fixed as +the laws of the Medes and Persians, and are regarded by +literary aspirants as being quite as severe as the statutes of +Draco; but the fact is, Quincy, you and your <i>protégé</i>—you +see I consider you equally culpable—have neglected to +put any real name or pseudonym to these interesting stories. +Of course I can affix the name of the most popular author +that the world has ever known,—Mr. Anonymous,—but you +two probably have some pet name that you wish immortalized."</p> + +<p>"By George!" cried Quincy, "we did forget that. I will +talk it over with her, and send you the <i>nom de plume</i> by +mail.</p> + +<p>"Very well," said Leopold, rising. "And now let us go +and have some breakfast."</p> + +<p>"My dear fellow, you must excuse me. I have not seen +my parents this trip, and I ought to go up to the house and +take breakfast with the family."</p> + +<p>"All right," said Leopold, "rush that pseudonym right +along, so I can send the manuscripts to Cooper. And don't +forget to drop in and see me next time you come to the +city."</p> + +<p>On his way to Beacon Street Quincy suddenly stopped +and regarded a sign that read, Paul Culver, M.D., physician +and surgeon. He knew Culver, but hadn't seen him for +eight years. They were in the Latin School together under +<i>pater</i> Gardner. He rang the bell and was shown into Dr. +Culver's office, and in a few minutes his old schoolmate entered. +Paul Culver was a tall, broad-chested, heavily-built +young man, with frank blue eyes, and hair of the color that +is sometimes irreverently called, or rather the wearers of +it are called, towheads.</p> + +<p>They had a pleasant talk over old school days and college +experiences, which were not identical, for Paul had graduated +<a name="Page_226" id="Page_226"></a>from Yale College at his father's desire, instead of +from Harvard. Then Quincy broached what was upper-most +in his mind and which had been the real reason for +his call. He stated briefly the facts concerning Alice's case, +and asked Paul's advice.</p> + +<p>Dr. Culver salt for a few moments apparently in deep +study.</p> + +<p>"My advice," said he, "is to see Tillotson. He has an +office in the Hotel Pelham, up by the Public Library, you +know."</p> + +<p>"Is he a 'regular'?" asked Quincy.</p> + +<p>"Well," said Culver, "I don't think he is. For a fact I +know he is not an M.D., but I fancy that the diploma that +be holds from the Almighty is worth more to suffering +humanity than a good many issued by the colleges."</p> + +<p>"You are a pretty broad-minded allopath," said Quincy, +"to give such a sweeping recommendation to a quack."</p> + +<p>"I didn't say he was a quack," replied Culver. "He is a +natural-born healer, and he uses only nature's remedies in +his practice. Go and see him, Quincy, and judge for yourself."</p> + +<p>"But," said Quincy, "I had hoped that you—"</p> + +<p>"But I couldn't," broke in Paul. "I am an emergency +doctor. If baby has the croup, or Jimmy has the measles, or +father has the lung fever, they call me in, and I get them +well as soon as possible. But if mother-in-law has some +obscure complaint I am too busy to give the time to study +it up, and they wouldn't pay me for it if I did. Medicine, +like a great many other things, is going into the hands of +the specialists eventually, and Tillotson is one of the first of +the new school."</p> + +<p>At that moment a maid announced that some one wished +to see Dr. Culver, and Quincy took a hurried leave.</p> + +<p>He found his father, mother, and sisters at home, and +breakfast was quickly served after his arrival. They all +<a name="Page_227" id="Page_227"></a>said he was looking much better, and all asked him when +he was coming home. He gave an evasive answer, saying +that there were lots of good times coming down in Eastborough +and he didn't wish to miss them. He told his +father he was improving his time reading and writing, and +would give a good account of himself when he did return.</p> + +<p>He had to wait an hour before he could secure an interview +with Dr. Tillotson. The latter had a spare day in each +week, that day being Thursday, which he devoted to cases +that he was obliged to visit personally. Quincy arranged +with him to visit Eastborough on the following Thursday, +and by calling a carriage managed to catch the half-past +eleven train for that town, and reached his boarding place +a little before two o'clock. He had arranged with the driver +to wait for a letter that he wished to have mailed to Boston +that same afternoon.</p> + +<p>He went in by the back door, and as he passed through +the kitchen, Mandy made a sign, and he went to her.</p> + +<p>"Hiram waited till one o'clock," said she, "but he had to +go home, and he wanted me to tell you that the surprise +party is coming off next Monday night, and they are going +to get there at seven o'clock, so as to have plenty of time +for lots of fun, and Hiram suspects," and her voice fell to a +whisper, "that Strout is going to try and work the Deacon +for that five hundred in cash to put up for the grocery store +next Tuesday. That's all," said she.</p> + +<p>"Where is Miss Pettengill?" Quincy inquired.</p> + +<p>"She's in the parlor," said Mandy. "She has been playing +the piano and singing beautifully, but I guess she has +got tired."</p> + +<p>Quincy went directly to the parlor and found Alice seated +before the open fire, her right hand covering her eyes.</p> + +<p>She, looked up as Quincy entered the room and said, "I +am so glad you've got back, Mr. Sawyer. I have been very +lonesome since you have been away."</p><p><a name="Page_228" id="Page_228"></a></p> + +<p>Alice did not see the happy smile that spread over +Quincy's face, and he covered up his pleasure by saying, +"How did you know it was I?"</p> + +<p>"Oh," said Alice, "my hearing is very acute. I know +the step of every person in the house. Swiss has been with +me all the morning, but he asked a few minutes ago to be +excused, so he could get his dinner."</p> + +<p>Quincy laughed, and then, said, "Miss Pettengill, we forgot +a very important matter in connection with your stories; +we omitted to put on the name of the author." He told her +of his meeting with Ernst, and what had taken place, and +Alice was delighted. Quincy did not refer to the coming +visit of Dr. Tillotson, for he did not mean to speak of it +until the day appointed arrived. "Now, Miss Pettengill, +I have some letters to write to send back by the hotel carriage, +so that they can be mailed this afternoon. While I +am doing this you can decide upon your pseudonym, and I +will put it in the letter that I am going to write to Ernst."</p> + +<p>Quincy went up to his room and sat down at his writing +table. The first letter was to his bankers, and enclosed a +check for five hundred dollars, with a request to send the +amount in bills by Adams Express to Eastborough Centre, +to reach there not later than noon of the next Tuesday, +and to be held until called for. The second letter was to a +prominent confectioner and caterer in Boston, ordering +enough ice cream, sherbet, frozen pudding, and assorted +cake for a party of fifty persons, and fifty grab-bag presents; +all to reach Eastborough Centre in good order on Monday +night on the five minutes past six express from Boston. +The third letter was to Ernst. It was short and to the point. +"The pseudonym is—." And he left a blank space for the +name. Then he signed his own. He glanced over his writing +table and saw the three poems that Alice had given him +to read. He added a postscript to his letter to Ernst. It +read as follows:</p><p><a name="Page_229" id="Page_229"></a></p> + +<p> +"I enclose three poems written by the same person who +wrote the stories. Tell me what you think of them, and if +you can place them anywhere do so, and this shall be your +warrant therefor. +</p> +<p class="right1">Q.A.S."</p> + +<p>When his mail was in readiness he went downstairs to the +parlor, taking a pen and bottle of ink with him, and saying +to himself, "That pseudonym shall not be written in pencil."</p> + +<p>"I am in a state of hopeless indecision," remarked Alice. +"I can think of Christian names that please me, and surnames +that please me, but when I put them together they +don't please me at all."</p> + +<p>"Then we will leave it to fate," said Quincy. He tore a +sheet of paper into six pieces and passed three, with a book +and pencil, to Alice. "Now you write," said he, "three +Christian names that please you, and I will write three +surnames that please me; then we will put the pieces in +my hat, and you will select two and what you select shall +be the name."</p> + +<p>"That's a capital idea," said Alice, "it is harder to select +a name than it was to write the story."</p> + +<p>The slips were written, placed in the hat, shaken up, and +Alice selected two, which she held up for Quincy to read.</p> + +<p>"This is not fair," said Quincy. "I never thought. Both +of the slips are mine. We must try again."</p> + +<p>"No," said Alice, "it is 'Kismet.' What are the names?" +she asked.</p> + +<p>"Bruce Douglas, or Douglas Bruce, as you prefer," said +Quincy.</p> + +<p>"I like Bruce Douglas best," replied Alice.</p> + +<p>"I am so glad," said Quincy, "that's the name I should +have selected myself."</p> + +<p>"Then I will bear your name in future," said Alice, and +Quincy thought to himself that he wished she had said +those words in response to a question that was in his mind, +<a name="Page_230" id="Page_230"></a>but which he had decided it was not yet time to ask her. +He was too much of a gentleman to refer in a joking manner +to the words which Alice had spoken and which had +been uttered with no thought or idea that they bore a +double meaning.</p> + +<p>Quincy wrote the selected name in the blank space in +Leopold's letter, sealed it and took his mail out to the carriage +driver, who was seated in the kitchen enjoying a +piece of mince pie and a mug of cider which Mandy had +given him.</p> + +<p>As Quincy entered the kitchen he heard Mandy say, +"How is 'Bias nowadays?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, dad's all right," said the young man; "he is going +to run Wallace Stackpole again for tax collector against +Obadiah Strout."</p> + +<p>"Is your name Smith?" asked Quincy, advancing with +the letters in his hand.</p> + +<p>"Yes," replied the young man, "my name is Abbott +Smith. My dad's name is 'Bias; he is pretty well known +'round these parts."</p> + +<p>"I have heard of him," said Quincy, "and I wish to see +him and Mr. Stackpole together. Can you come over for +me next Wednesday morning and bring Mr. Stackpole +with you? I can talk to him going back, and I want you +to drive us over to your father's place. Don't say anything +about it except to Mr. Stackpole and your father, but I am +going to take a hand in town politics this year."</p> + +<p>The young man laughed and said, "I will be over here +by eight o'clock next Wednesday."</p> + +<p>"I wish you would have these letters weighed at the +post office, and if any more stamps are needed please put +them on. Take what is left for your trouble," and Quincy +passed Abbott a half dollar.</p> + +<p>He heard the retreating carriage wheels as he went upstairs +to his room. He made an entry in his pocket diary, +<a name="Page_231" id="Page_231"></a>and then ran his eye over several others that preceded and +followed it.</p> + +<p>"Let me see," soliloquized he, as he read aloud, "this is +Friday; Saturday, expect war records from Adjutant-General; +Monday, hear from Ernst, surprise party in the +evening; Tuesday, get money at express office; Tuesday +afternoon, buy Hill's grocery and give Strout his first +knock-out; Wednesday, see Stackpole and Smith and arrange +to knock Strout out again; Thursday, Dr. Tillotson." +He laughed and closed the book. Then he said, "And the +city fellows think it must be dull down here because there +is nothing going on in a country town in the winter."</p><p><a name="Page_232" id="Page_232"></a></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXV" id="CHAPTER_XXV"></a>CHAPTER XXV.</h2> + +<h3>SOME PLAIN FACTS AND INFERENCES.<br /></h3> + +<p>The next day was Saturday; the sun did not show itself +from behind the clouds till noon, and Quincy put off +his trip to the Eastborough Centre post office with the hope +that the afternoon would be pleasant. His wish was gratified, +and at dinner he said he was going to drive over to +Eastborough Centre, and asked Miss Pettengill if she would +not like to accompany him. Alice hesitated, but Uncle Ike +advised her to go, telling her that she stayed indoors too +much and needed outdoor exercise. Ezekiel agreed with +his uncle, and Alice finally gave what seemed to Quincy to +be a somewhat reluctant consent.</p> + +<p>He saw that the sleigh was amply supplied with robes, +and Mandy, at his suggestion, heated a large piece of soap-stone, +which was wrapped up and placed in the bottom of +the sleigh.</p> + +<p>Alice appeared at the door equipped for her journey. +Always lovely in Quincy's eyes, she appeared still more +so in her suit of dark blue cloth. Over her shoulders she +wore a fur cape lined with quilted red satin, and on her head +a fur cap, which made a strong contract with her light hair +which crept out in little curls from underneath.</p> + +<p>They started off at a smart speed, for Old Bill was not +in the shafts this time. Alice had been familiar with the +road to Eastborough before leaving home, and as Quincy +described the various points they passed, Alice entered into +the spirit of the drive with all the interest and enthusiasm +of a child. The sharp winter air brought a rosy bloom to +her cheeks, and as Quincy looked at those wonderful large +blue eyes, he could hardly make himself believe that they +<a name="Page_233" id="Page_233"></a>could not see him. He was sure he had never seen a +handsomer girl.</p> + +<p>As they passed Uncle Ike's little house, Quincy called +her attention to it. Alice said:</p> + +<p>"Poor Uncle Ike, I wish I could do more for him, he +has done so much for me. He paid for my lessons in bookkeeping +and music, and also for my board until I had finished +my studies and obtained a position. He has been a +father to me since my own dear father died."</p> + +<p>Quincy felt some inclination to find out the real reason +why Uncle Ike had left his family, but he repressed it and +called attention to some trees, heavily coated with snow +and ice, which looked beautiful in the sunshine, and he described +them so graphically, bringing in allusions to pearls +and diamonds and strings of glistening jewels, that Alice +clapped her hands in delight and said she would take him +as her literary partner, to write in the descriptive passages. +Quincy for an instant felt impelled to take advantage of +the situation, but saying to himself, "The time is not yet," +he touched the horse with his whip and for half a minute +was obliged to give it his undivided attention.</p> + +<p>"Did you think the horse was running away?" said he +to Alice, when he had brought him down to a trot. "Were +you afraid?"</p> + +<p>"I am afraid of nothing nowadays," she replied. "I +trust my companions implicitly, knowing that they will tell +me if I am in danger and advise me what to do. I had a +debate a long time ago with Uncle Ike about blind people +and deaf people. He said he would rather be stone deaf +than blind. As he argued it, the deaf person could read and +write and get along very comfortably by himself. I argued +on the other side. I wish to hear the voices of my friends +when they talk and sing and read, and then, you know, +everybody lends a helping hand to a person who is blind, +but the deaf person must look out for himself."</p><p><a name="Page_234" id="Page_234"></a></p> + +<p>"Either state is to be regretted, if there is no hope of relief," +remarked Quincy. He thought he would refer to Dr. +Tillotson, but they were approaching the centre of the +town, and he knew he would not have time to explain his +action before he reached the post office, so he determined +to postpone it until they were on the way home.</p> + +<p>There were three letters for himself, two for Alice and +a lot of papers and magazines for Uncle Ike. He resumed +his seat in the sleigh and they started on their journey +homeward.</p> + +<p>"Would you like to go back the same way that we came?" +asked Quincy, "or shall we go by the upper road and come +by Deacon Mason's?"</p> + +<p>"I should like to stop and see Huldy," said Alice, and +Quincy took the upper road.</p> + +<p>Conversation lagged on the homeward trip. Alice held +her two letters in her hand and looked at them several +times, apparently trying to recognize the handwriting. As +Quincy glanced at her sidewise, he felt sure that he saw +tears in her eyes, and he decided that it would be an inappropriate +time to announce the subject of the new doctor. +In fact, he was beginning to think, the more his mind dwelt +upon the subject, that he had taken an inexcusable liberty +in arranging for Dr. Tillotson to come down without first +speaking to her, or at least to her brother or uncle. But +the deed was done, and he must find some way to have her +see the doctor, and get his opinion about her eyes.</p> + +<p>Quincy spent so much time revolving this matter in his +mind, that he was quite astonished when he looked around +and found himself at the exact place where he spoke those +words to Huldy Mason that had ended in the accident. +This time he gave careful attention to horse and hill and +curve, and a moment later he drew up the sleigh at Deacon +Mason's front gate.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Mason welcomed them at the door and they were +<a name="Page_235" id="Page_235"></a>shown into the parlor, where Huldy sat at the piano. The +young girls greeted each other warmly, and Mrs. Mason +and Huldy both wished Quincy and Alice to stay to tea. +They declined, saying they had many letters to read before +supper and 'Zekiel would think something had happened +to them if they did not come home.</p> + +<p>"I will send Hiram down to let them know," said Mrs. +Mason.</p> + +<p>"You must really excuse us this time," protested Quincy. +"Some other time perhaps Miss Pettengill will accept your +hospitality."</p> + +<p>"But when?" asked Mrs. Mason. "We might as well +fix a time right now."</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Huldy, "and we won't let them go till they +promise."</p> + +<p>"Well, my plan," said Mrs. Mason, "is this. Have 'Zekiel +and Alice and Mr. Sawyer come over next Monday afternoon +about five o'clock, and we will have tea at six, and we +will have some music in the evening. I have so missed +your singing, Mr. Sawyer, since you went away."</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Huldy, "I think it is real mean of you, Alice, +not to let him come and see us oftener."</p> + +<p>Alice flushed and stammered, "I—I—I do not keep +him from coming to see you. Why, yes, I have too," said +she, as a thought flashed through her mind. "I will tell you +the truth, Mrs. Mason. Mr. Sawyer offered to do some +writing for me, and I have kept him very busy."</p> + +<p>She stopped and Quincy continued:</p> + +<p>"I did do a little writing for her, Mrs. Mason, during the +great snowstorm, and it was as great a pleasure to me, as I +hope it was a help to her, for I had nothing else to do."</p> + +<p>"Well," said Mrs. Mason, "you can settle that matter +between yer. All that Huldy and me wants to know is, +will all three of you come and take tea with us next Monday +night?"</p> + +<p><a name="Page_236" id="Page_236"></a>"I shall be greatly pleased to do so," said Quincy.</p> + +<p>"If 'Zekiel will come, I will," said Alice, and Quincy for +an instant felt a slight touch of wounded feeling because +Alice had ignored him entirely in accepting the invitation.</p> + +<p>As they drove home, Alice said: "Mrs. Mason managed +that nicely, didn't she? I didn't wish to appear too eager +to come, for Huldy might have suspected."</p> + +<p>"What mystery is this?" asked Quincy. "I really don't +know what you are talking about."</p> + +<p>"What!" said Alice. "Didn't 'Zekiel tell you about the +surprise party that Mr. Strout was getting up, and that +you, 'Zekiel, and I were not to be invited?"</p> + +<p>"Oh! I see," said Quincy. "How stupid I have been! +I knew all about it and that it was to be next Monday, but +Mrs. Mason asked us so honestly to come to tea, and Huldy +joined in so heartily, that for the time being I got things +mixed, and besides, to speak frankly, Miss Pettengill, I +was thinking of something else."</p> + +<p>"And what was it?" asked Alice.</p> + +<p>"Well," said Quincy, determined to break the ice, "I +will tell you. I was wondering why you said you would +come to tea if 'Zekiel would come."</p> + +<p>"Oh!" said Alice, laughing. "You thought I was very +ungenerous to leave you out of the question entirely."</p> + +<p>"Honestly I did think so," remarked Quincy.</p> + +<p>"Well, now," said Alice, "I did it from the most generous +of motives. I thought you knew about the surprise party +as well as I did. I knew 'Zekiel would go with me and I +thought that perhaps you had some other young lady in +view for your companion."</p> + +<p>"What?" asked Quincy. "Whom could I have had in +view?"</p> + +<p>"Shall I tell you whom I think?" asked Alice.</p> + +<p>"I wish you would," Quincy replied.</p><p><a name="Page_237" id="Page_237"></a></p> + +<p>"Well," said Alice, "I thought it might be Lindy Putnam."</p> + +<p>Quincy bit his lip and gave the reins a savage jerk, as +he turned up the short road that led to the Pettengill +house. "What could make you think that, Miss Pettengill?"</p> + +<p>"Well, I have only one reason to give," Alice replied, +"for that opinion, but the fact is, when we made our call +on Mrs. Putnam she pounded on the floor three times with +her crutch before you came upstairs. Am I justified, Mr. +Sawyer?"</p> + +<p>"I'm afraid you are," said Quincy. "I should have +thought so myself if I had been in your place."</p> + +<p>But when he reached his room he threw his letters on +the table, his coat and hat on the bed, and thrusting his +hands into his pockets, he walked rapidly up and down the +room, saying to himself in a savage whisper, "Confound +that Putnam girl; she is a hoodoo."</p> + +<p>Quincy was philosophical, and his excited feelings soon +quieted down. It would come out all right in the end. +Alice would find that he had not intended to take Miss +Putnam to the surprise party. He could not betray Lindy's +confidence just at that time, even to justify himself. He +must wait until Mrs. Putnam died. It might be years from +now before the time came to destroy that letter, and he +could not, until then, disclose to Alice the secret that Lindy +had confided to him. Yes, it would come out all right in +the end, for it might be if Alice thought he was in love with +Lindy that she would give more thought to him. He had +read somewhere that oftentimes the best way to awaken a +dormant love was to appear to fall in love with some one +else.</p> + +<p>Somewhat reconciled to the situation by his thoughts, +he sat down to read his letters. The first one that he took +up was from the confectioner. It informed him that his +<a name="Page_238" id="Page_238"></a>order would receive prompt attention, and the writer +thanked him for past favors and solicited a continuance of +the same. The second was from Ernst. It was short and +to the point, and written in his characteristic style. It said:</p> + +<p>"Dear Quincy:—Pseudonym received. Bruce Douglas is +a name to conjure with. It smacks of 'Auld Lang Syne.' +The Scotch are the only people on the face of the earth who +were never conquered. You will remember, if you haven't +forgotten your ancient history, that the Roman general sent +back word to his emperor that the d—d country wasn't +worth conquering. Enclosures also at hand. The shorter +ones are more songs than poems. I will turn them over to a +music publisher, who is a friend of mine. Will report his +decision later.</p> + +<p>"I gave the long poem to Francis Lippitt, the well-known +composer, and he is delighted with it and wishes to set it to +music. He is great on grand choruses, Bach fugues, and +such like. If he sets it to music he will have it sung by the +Handel and Haydn Society, for he is a great gun among +them just now. The eight stories have reached New York +by this time, and Jameson is reading 'Her Native Land.'</p> + +<p>"With best regards to Mr. Bruce Douglas and yourself.</p> + +<p class="right1"> +<span class="smcap">Leopold Ernst</span>. +</p> + +<p>The third letter was from the Adjutant-General's office, +and Quincy smiled as he finished the first sheet, folded it +up and replaced it in the envelope. As he read the second +the smile left his face. "Who would have thought it?" he +said to himself. "Well, after all, heroes are made out of +strange material. He is the man for my money and I'll +back him up, and beat that braggart."</p> + +<p>On the following Sunday, after dinner, Quincy had a +chat with Uncle Ike. He took the opportunity of asking +the old gentleman if he was fully satisfied with the progress +towards recovery that his niece was making.</p><p><a name="Page_239" id="Page_239"></a></p> + +<p>"I don't see that she is making any progress," said Uncle +Ike frankly. "I don't think she can see a bit better than +she could when she came home. In fact, I don't think she +can see as well. She had a pair of glasses made of black +rubber, with a pinhole in the centre of them, that she could +read a little with, but I notice now that she never puts them +on."</p> + +<p>"Well," remarked Quincy, "perhaps I have taken an +unwarrantable liberty, Uncle Ike; but when I was last in +Boston I heard of a new doctor who has made some wonderful +cures, and I have engaged him to come down here +next week and see your niece. Of course, if you object I +will write to him not to come, and no harm will be done."</p> + +<p>Quincy did not think it necessary to state that he had +paid the doctor his fee of one hundred dollars in advance.</p> + +<p>"Well," said Uncle Ike, "I certainly sha'n't object, if the +doctor can do her any good. But I should like to know +something about the course of treatment, the nature of it, +I mean, before she gives up her present doctor."</p> + +<p>"That's just what I mean," said Quincy. "I want you to +be so kind as to take this whole matter off my hands, just +as though I had made the arrangement at your suggestion. +I am going down for the doctor next Thursday noon. +Won't you ride down with me and meet Dr. Tillotson? +You can talk to him on the way home, and then you can +manage the whole matter yourself, and do as you think +best about changing doctors."</p> + +<p>"You have been very kind to my niece, Mr. Sawyer, +since you have been here," said Uncle Ike, "and very helpful +to her. I attribute your interest in her case to your +kindness of heart and a generosity which is seldom found +in the sons of millionaires. But take my advice, Mr. Sawyer, +and let your feelings stop there."</p> + +<p>"I do not quite understand you," replied Quincy, though +from a sudden sinking of his heart he felt that he did.</p><p><a name="Page_240" id="Page_240"></a></p> + +<p>"Then I will speak plainer," said Uncle Ike. "Don't fall +in love with my niece, Mr. Sawyer. She is a good girl, a +sweet girl, and some might call her a beautiful one, but she +has her limitations. She is not fitted to sit in a Beacon +Street parlor; and your parents and sisters would not be +pleased to have you place her there. Excuse an old man, +Mr. Sawyer, but you know wisdom cometh with age, although +its full value is not usually appreciated by the +young."</p> + +<p>Quincy, for the first time in his life, was entirely at a +loss for a reply. He burned to declare his love then and +there; but how could he do so in the face of such a plain +statement of facts? He did the best thing possible under +the circumstances; he quietly ignored Uncle Ike's advice, +and thanking him for his kindness in consenting to meet +the new doctor he bade him good afternoon and went to +his room.</p> + +<p>After Quincy had gone Uncle Ike rubbed his hands +together gleefully and shook with laughter.</p> + +<p>"The sly rogue!" he said to himself. "Wanted Uncle +Ike to help him out." Then he laughed again. "If he don't +love her he will take my advice, but if he does, what I told +him will drive him on like spurs in the side of a horse. He +is a good fellow, a great deal better than his father and the +rest of his family, for he isn't stuck up. I like him, but my +Alice is good enough for him even if he were a good deal +better than he is. How it would tickle me to hear my niece +calling the Hon. Nathaniel Sawyer papa!" And Uncle Ike +laughed until his sides shook.</p> + +<p>Monday promised to be a dull day. 'Zekiel told Quincy +at breakfast, after the others had left the table, that Alice +had spoken to him about Mrs. Mason's invitation to tea, +and, of course, he was going. Quincy said that he had +accepted the invitation and would be pleased to accompany +him and his sister.</p><p><a name="Page_241" id="Page_241"></a></p> + +<p>After breakfast he heard Alice singing in the parlor, and +joining her there told her that he had received a letter from +Mr. Ernst, which he would like to read to her. Alice was +delighted with the letter, and they both laughed heartily +over it, Quincy humorously apologizing for the swear word +by saying that being historical it could not be profane.</p> + +<p>Alice had in her hand the two letters that she had received +on Saturday.</p> + +<p>"Have you answered your letters?" he asked.</p> + +<p>"No, I have not even heard them read," she replied. +"Uncle Ike has grown tired all at once and won't read to +me nor write for me. I don't understand him at all. I sent +for him yesterday afternoon, after you came down, and told +him what I wanted him to do. He sent back word that he +was too busy and I must get somebody else, but who can I +get? Mandy and 'Zekiel are both too much occupied with +their own duties to help me."</p> + +<p>"If I can be of any service to you, Miss Pettengill, you +know—"</p> + +<p>"Oh, I don't think I should dare to let you read these +letters," interrupted Alice, laughing. "No doubt they are +from two of my lady friends, and I have always heard that +men consider letters that women write to each other very +silly and childish."</p> + +<p>"Perhaps I have not told you," said Quincy, "that I have +two sisters and am used to that sort of thing. When I was +in college hardly a day passed that I did not get a letter +from one or the other of them, and they brightened up my +life immensely."</p> + +<p>"What are their names and how old are they?" asked +Alice.</p> + +<p>"The elder," replied Quincy, "is nineteen and her name +is Florence Estelle."</p> + +<p>"What a sweet name!" said Alice.</p><p><a name="Page_242" id="Page_242"></a></p> + +<p>"The younger is between fifteen and sixteen, and is +named Maude Gertrude."</p> + +<p>"Is she as dignified as her name?" asked Alice.</p> + +<p>"Far from it," remarked Quincy. "She would be a tomboy +if she had an opportunity. Mother and father call +them Florence and Maude, for they both abhor nicknames, +but among ourselves they are known as Flossie, or Stell, +and Gertie."</p> + +<p>"What was your nickname?" asked Alice.</p> + +<p>"Well," said Quincy, "they used to call me Quinn, but +that had a Hibernian sound to it, and Maude nicknamed me +Ad, which she said was short for adder. She told me she +called me that because I was so deaf that I never heard her +when she asked me to take her anywhere."</p> + +<p>"Well, Mr. Sawyer, if you will promise not to laugh out +loud, I will be pleased to have you read these letters to me. +You can smile all you wish to, for of course I can't see +you."</p> + +<p>"I agree," said Quincy; and he advanced towards her, +took the two letters and drew a chair up beside her.</p> + +<p>"My dear May," read Quincy. He stopped suddenly, +and turning to Alice said, "Is this letter for you?"</p> + +<p>"Before we go any further," said Alice, "I must explain +my various names and nicknames. I was named Mary +Alice, the Mary being my mother's name, while the Alice +was a favorite of my father's. Mother always called me +Mary and father always called me Alice! and brother 'Zekiel +and Uncle Ike seem to like the name Alice best. When I +went to Commercial College to study they asked me my +name and I said naturally Mary A. Pettengill. Then the +girls began to call me May, and the boys, or young men +I suppose you call them, nicknamed me Miss Atlas, on +account of my initials. Now that I have given you a chart +of my names to go by, the reading will no doubt be plain +sailing in future."</p><p><a name="Page_243" id="Page_243"></a></p> + +<p>Quincy laughed and said, "I should call it a M.A.P. +instead of a chart."</p> + +<p>"Fie! Mr. Sawyer, to make such a joke upon my poor +name. No doubt you have thought of one that would please +you better than any I have mentioned."</p> + +<p>Quincy thought he had, but he wisely refrained from +saying so. He could not help thinking, however, that Miss +Atlas was a very appropriate name for a girl who was all +the world to him. It is evident that Uncle Ike's words of +advice the previous afternoon had not taken very deep +root in Quincy's heart.</p> + +<p>He resumed his reading:</p> + +<p>"My dear May:—How are you getting along in that dismal +country town, and how are your poor eyes? I know you +can't write to me, but I want you to know that I have not +forgotten you. Every time I see my sister, Stella, she waves +your photograph before my eyes. You know you promised +me one before you were sick. Just send it to me, and +it will be just as nice as a good, long letter. As somebody +else will probably read this to you, in order to keep them +from committing a robbery I send you only one kiss.</p> + +<p class="right3"> +From your loving,</p> +<p class="right1"> +<span class="smcap">Emma Farnum</span>." +</p> + +<p>"Are you smiling, Mr. Sawyer?" asked Alice.</p> + +<p>"Not at all," he answered. "I am looking grieved because +Miss Farnum has such a poor opinion of me."</p> + +<p>Alice laughed merrily. "Emma is a very bright, pretty +girl," said Alice. "She boarded at the same house that I +did. Her sister Stella is married to a Mr. Dwight. I will +answer her letter as she suggests by sending her the promised +photograph. On the bureau in my room, Mr. Sawyer, +you will find an envelope containing six photographs. I +had them taken about a month before I was sick. Underneath +<a name="Page_244" id="Page_244"></a>you will find some heavy envelopes that the photographer +gave me to mail them in."</p> + +<p>Quincy went upstairs three steps at a time. He found +the package, and impelled by an inexplicable curiosity he +counted the pictures and found there were seven. "She +said six," he thought to himself. "I am positive she said +there were only six." He took one of the pictures and put +it in one of the mailing envelopes. He took another picture, +and after giving it a long, loving look he placed it in +the inside pocket of his coat, and with a guilty flush upon +his face he fled from the room.</p> + +<p>Just as he reached the open parlor door a second thought, +which is said to be the best, came to him, and he was about +turning to go upstairs and replace the picture when Alice's +acute ear heard him and she asked, "Did you find them?"</p> + +<p>Quincy, seeing that retreat was now impossible, said, +"Yes," and resumed his seat beside her.</p> + +<p>"Did you find six?" said Alice.</p> + +<p>"There are five upstairs in the envelope and one here +ready to address," replied Quincy.</p> + +<p>"Her address," continued Alice, "is Miss Emma Farnum, +care Cotton & Co., Real Estate Brokers, Tremont +Row."</p> + +<p>Quincy went to the table, wrote the address as directed, +and tied the envelope with the string attached.</p> + +<p>"I am afraid the other letter cannot be so easily answered," +said Alice. "Look at the signature, please, and +see if it is not from Bessie White."</p> + +<p>"It is signed Bessie," said Quincy.</p> + +<p>"I thought so," exclaimed Alice. "She works for the +same firm that I did."</p> + +<p>Quincy read the following:</p> + +<p>"My Dear May:—I know that you will be glad to learn +what is going on at the great dry goods house of Borden,<a name="Page_245" id="Page_245"></a> +Waitt, & Fisher. Business is good, and we girls are all +tired out when night comes and have to go to a party or +the theatre to get rested. Mr. Ringgold, the head bookkeeper, +is disconsolate over your absence, and asks done +or more of us every morning if we have heard from Miss +Pettengill. Then, every afternoon, he says, 'Did I ask you +this morning how Miss Pettengill was getting along?' Of +course it is this devotion to the interest of the firm that leads +him to ask these questions."</p> + +<p>Alice flushed slightly, and turning to Quincy said, "Are +you smiling, Mr. Sawyer? There is nothing in it, I assure +you; Bessie is a great joker and torments the other girls +unmercifully."</p> + +<p>"I am glad there is nothing in it," said Quincy. "If I +were a woman I would be afraid to marry a bookkeeper. +My household cash would have to balance to a cent, and +at the end of the year he would insist on housekeeping +showing a profit."</p> + +<p>Alice regained her composure and Quincy continued his +reading:</p> + +<p>"What do you think! Rita Sanguily has left, and they +say she is going to marry a Dr. Culver, who lives up on +Beacon Hill somewhere."</p> + +<p>Quincy started a little as he read this, but made no comment.</p> + +<p>"I was out to see Stella Dwight the other day, and she +showed me a picture of you. Can you spare one to your +old friend,</p> + +<p class="right1"> +<span class="smcap">Bessie White</span>. +</p> + +<p>"P.S.—- I don't expect an answer, but I shall expect the +picture. I shall write you whenever I get any news, and +send you a dozen kisses and two big hugs. B.W."</p><p><a name="Page_246" id="Page_246"></a></p> + +<p>"She is more liberal than Miss Farnum," remarked +Quincy. "She is not afraid that I will commit robbery."</p> + +<p>"No," rejoined Alice, "but I cannot share with you. +Bessie White is the dearest friend I have in the world."</p> + +<p>"Miss White is fortunate," said Quincy, "but who is +Rita Sanguily, if I am not presuming in asking the question?"</p> + +<p>"She is a Portuguese girl," answered Alice, "with black +eyes and beautiful black hair. She is very handsome and +can talk Portuguese, French, and Spanish. She held a certain +line of custom on this account. Do you know her?"</p> + +<p>"No," replied Quincy, "but I think I know Dr. Culver."</p> + +<p>"What kind of a looking man is he?" asked Alice.</p> + +<p>"Oh! he is tall and heavily built, with large bright blue +eyes and tawny hair," said Quincy.</p> + +<p>"I like such marked contrasts in husband and wife," remarked +Alice.</p> + +<p>"So do I," said Quincy, looking at himself in a looking +glass which hung opposite, and then at Alice; "but how +about Miss White's picture?"</p> + +<p>"Can I trouble you to get one?" said Alice.</p> + +<p>"No trouble at all," replied Quincy; but he went up the +stairs this time one step at a time. He was deliberating +whether he should return that picture that was in his coat +pocket or keep it until the original should be his own. He +entered the room, took another picture and another envelope +and came slowly downstairs. His crime at first had +been unpremeditated, but his persistence was deliberate +felony.</p> + +<p>"Now there are four left," said Alice, as Quincy entered +the room.</p> + +<p>"Just four," he replied. "I counted them to make sure." +He sat at the table and wrote. "Will this do?" he asked: +"Miss Bessie White, care of Borden, Waitt, & Fisher, Boston, +Mass.?"</p><p><a name="Page_247" id="Page_247"></a></p> + +<p>"Oh, thank you so much," said Alice.</p> + +<p>At this moment Mandy appeared at the door and announced +dinner, and Quincy had the pleasure of leading +Alice to her accustomed seat at the table.</p> + +<p>"I took the liberty while upstairs," said Quincy, "to +glance at a book that was on your bureau entitled, 'The +Love of a Lifetime,' Have you read it?"</p> + +<p>"No," replied Alice. "I commenced it the night before +I was taken sick."</p> + +<p>"I shall be pleased to read it aloud to you," said Quincy.</p> + +<p>"I should enjoy listening to it very much," she replied.</p> + +<p>So after dinner they returned to the parlor and Quincy +read aloud until the descending sun again sent its rays +through the parlor windows to fall upon Alice's face and +hair, and Quincy thought to himself how happy he should +be if the fair girl who sat beside him ever became the love +of his lifetime.</p> + +<p>Alice finally said she was tired and must have a rest. +Quincy called Mandy and she went to her room. A few +moments later Quincy was in his own room and after locking +his door sat down to inspect his plunder.</p> + +<p>Alice did not rest, however; something was on her mind. +She found her way to the bureau and took up the pictures.</p> + +<p>"Only four," she said to herself, after counting them. +"Let me see," she continued, "the photographer gave me +thirteen,—a baker's dozen he called it. Now to whom +have I given them? 'Zekiel, one; Uncle Ike, two; Mrs. +Putnam, three; Stella Dwight, four; Bessie White, five; +Emma Farnum, six; Mr. Ringgold, seven; Mr. Fisher, +eight. That would leave five and I have only four. Now +to whom did I give that other picture?"</p> + +<p>And the guilty thief sat on the other side of the partition +and exulted in his crime. There came a loud rap at +his door, and Quincy started up so suddenly that he dropped +the picture and it fell to the floor. He caught it up quickly +<a name="Page_248" id="Page_248"></a>and placed it in his pocket. As he unlocked the door and +opened it he heard loud rapping on the door of Miss Pettengill's +room.</p> + +<p>Looking into the entry he saw 'Zekiel, who cried out, +"Say, you folks, have you forgotten that you have been +invited out to tea this evening, and that we are going to give +a surprise party to Mr. Strout and his friends? I am all +dressed and the sleigh is ready."</p> + +<p>Without waiting for a reply he dashed downstairs.</p> + +<p>While Quincy was donning his sober suit of black, with +a Prince Albert coat and white tie, Alice had put on an +equally sober costume of fawn colored silk, with collar and +cuffs of dainty lace, with little dashes of pink ribbon, by +way of contrast in color.</p><p><a name="Page_249" id="Page_249"></a></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXVI" id="CHAPTER_XXVI"></a>CHAPTER XXVI.</h2> + +<h3>THE SURPRISE PARTY.<br /></h3> + +<p>After Alice had taken her place on the back seat in +the double sleigh, Quincy started to take his place on +the front seat, beside 'Zekiel, but the latter motioned him +to sit beside Alice, and Quincy did so without needing any +urging.</p> + +<p>As 'Zekiel took up the reins, Quincy leaned forward and +touched him on the shoulder.</p> + +<p>"I've just thought," said he, "that I've made a big blunder +and I can't see how I can repair it."</p> + +<p>"What's the matter?" asked 'Zekiel; and Alice turned an +inquiring face towards Quincy.</p> + +<p>"The fact is," Quincy continued, "I ordered some ice +cream and cake sent down from the city for the show to-night, +but I forgot, I am ashamed to say, to make arrangements +to have it sent up to Deacon Mason's. It will be +directed to him, but the station agent won't be likely to +send it up before to-morrow."</p> + +<p>"What time is it?" asked 'Zekiel.</p> + +<p>Quincy looked at his watch and replied, "It is just half-past +four."</p> + +<p>"Why do we go so early?" inquired Alice, "they will not +have tea till six."</p> + +<p>"Oh," said 'Zekiel, "I intended to give you a sleigh ride +first anyway. Now with this pair of trotters I am going to +take you over to Eastborough Centre and have you back at +Deacon Mason's barn door in just one hour and with appetites +that it will take two suppers to satisfy."</p> + +<p>With this 'Zekiel whipped up his horses and they dashed +<a name="Page_250" id="Page_250"></a>off towards the town. A short distance beyond Uncle Ike's +chicken coop they met Abner Stiles driving home from the +Centre. He nodded to 'Zekiel, but Quincy did not notice +him, being engaged in conversation with Alice at the time. +They reached the station, and Quincy gave orders to have +the material sent up, so that it would arrive at about half-past +nine. 'Zekiel more than kept his promise, for they +reached Deacon Mason's barn at exactly twenty-nine minutes +past five. Hiram was on hand to put up the horses, +and told Quincy in a whisper that some of the boys thought +it was mighty mean not to invite the Pettengill folks and +their boarder.</p> + +<p>The sharp air had whetted the appetites of the travellers +during their six-mile ride, and they did full justice to the +nicely-cooked food that the Deacon's wife placed before +them. Supper was over at quarter before seven, and in +half an hour the dishes were washed and put away and the +quartette of young folks adjourned to the parlor.</p> + +<p>Quincy took his seat at the piano and began playing a +popular air.</p> + +<p>"Oh, let us sing something," cried Huldy. "You know +I have been taking lessons from Professor Strout, and he +says I have improved greatly. If he says it you know it +must be so; and, did you know Alice, that 'Zekiel has a +fine baritone voice?"</p> + +<p>"We used to sing a good deal together," said Alice, "but +I was no judge of voices then."</p> + +<p>"Well, 'Zeke don't know a note of music," continued +Huldy, "but he has a quick ear and he seems to know naturally +just how to use his voice."</p> + +<p>"Oh, nonsense," said 'Zekiel, "I don't know how to sing, I +only hum a little. Sing us something, Mr. Sawyer," said +he.</p> + +<p>Quincy sang a song very popular at the time, entitled +"The Jockey Hat and Feather." All four joined in the +<a name="Page_251" id="Page_251"></a>chorus, and at the close the room rang with laughter. +Quincy then struck up another popular air, "Pop Goes the +Weasel," and this was sung by the four with great gusto. +Then he looked over the music on the top of the piano, +which was a Bourne & Leavitt square, and found a copy +of the cantata entitled, "The Haymakers," and for half an +hour the solos and choruses rang through the house and +out upon the evening air.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Mason looked in the door and said, "I wouldn't +sing any more now, it is nearly eight o'clock."</p> + +<p>And thus admonished they began talking of Tilly James's +engagement to Sam Hill and the sale of the grocery store, +which was to come off the next day.</p> + +<p>"I wonder who will buy it?" asked Huldy.</p> + +<p>"Well, I hear Strout has got some backers," said 'Zekiel, +"but I don't see what good it will be to him unless he is +appointed postmaster. They say he has written to Washington +and applied for the position."</p> + +<p>Quincy pricked up his ears at this. He had almost forgotten +this chance to put another spoke in Mr. Strout's +wheel. He made a mental memorandum to send telegrams +to two Massachusetts congressmen with whom he was well +acquainted to hold up Strout's appointment at all hazards +until they heard from him again.</p> + +<p>A little after seven o'clock the advance guard of the surprise +party arrived at Hill's grocery, which was the appointed +rendezvous. Abner Stiles drew Strout to one side +and said, "I saw the Pettengill folks and that city feller in +'Zeke's double sleigh going over to the Centre at about five +o'clock."</p> + +<p>"So much the better," said Strout.</p> + +<p>"Do you know where they've gone?" inquired Stiles.</p> + +<p>"No, but I guess I can find out," Strout replied.</p> + +<p>He had spied Mandy Skinner among a crowd of girls on +the platform. He called her and she came to him.</p><p><a name="Page_252" id="Page_252"></a></p> + +<p>"Did Mr. Pettengill and his sister take tea at home to-night?"</p> + +<p>"No," said Mandy. "I told them I was going away to-night, +and Mr. Pettengill said they were going away too. +And Cobb's twins told me at dinner time that they wouldn't +be home to supper; and as I didn't wish to eat too much, +considering what was coming later, I didn't get no supper +at all. I left Crowley to look out for Uncle Ike, who +is always satisfied if he gets toast and tea."</p> + +<p>"Don't you know where they've gone?" inquired Strout.</p> + +<p>"Over to the hotel, I guess," said Mandy. "I heard Mr. +Sawyer tell Miss Alice that they had good oysters over +there, and she said as how she was dying to get some raw +oysters."</p> + +<p>"Things couldn't have worked better," remarked Strout, +as he rejoined Abner, who was smoking a cheap cigar. +"The Pettengill crowd has gone over to the hotel to supper. +You ought not to smoke, Abner, if you are going to +kiss the girls to-night," said Strout.</p> + +<p>"I guess I sha'n't do much kissin'," replied Abner, "except +what I give my fiddle with the bow, and that fiddle of +mine is used to smoke."</p> + +<p>Strout looked around and saw that the whole party had +assembled. There were about fifty in all, very nearly +equally divided as regarded numbers into fellows and girls.</p> + +<p>"Now I am going ahead," said Strout, "to interview the +old lady, before we jump in on them. The rest of you just +follow Abner and wait at the top of the hill, just round the +corner, so that they can't see you from the house. I have +arranged with Hiram to blow his bugle when everything is +ready, and when you hear it you just rush down hill laughing +and screaming and yelling like wild Injuns. Come in +the back door, right into the big kitchen, and when Miss +Huldy comes into the room you just wait till I deliver my +speech."</p><p><a name="Page_253" id="Page_253"></a></p> + +<div class="figcenter"> + <a name="image7" id="image7" href="images/image7.png"> + <img src="images/image7-tn.png" alt="Samanthy Green, As She Appears In The Play." + title="Samanthy Green, As She Appears In The Play." /> + </a> + <p class="caption">"Samanthy Green," As She Appears In The Play.</p> +</div> + +<p>Strout started off, and the party followed Abner to the +appointed waiting place.</p> + +<p>Strout knocked lightly at the kitchen door, and it was +opened by Mrs. Mason.</p> + +<p>"Is the Deacon at home?" inquired he, endeavoring to +disguise his voice.</p> + +<p>"No," said Mrs. Mason, "he has gone to Eastborough +Centre on some business, but told me he would be back +about half past nine."</p> + +<p>"Is Hiram here?" asked Strout.</p> + +<p>"He's out in the kitchen polishing up his bugle," said +Mrs. Mason. "But come in a minute, Mr. Strout, I have +got something to fell you."</p> + +<p>Strout stepped in and quietly closed the door.</p> + +<p>"What's the matter, Mrs. Mason? I hope Huldy isn't +sick."</p> + +<p>"No," said she, "it's unfortunate it has happened as it +has, but it couldn't be avoided. You see she invited some +company to tea, and I supposed that they would have gone +home long 'fore this. You see, Huldy don't suspect nothing, +and she has asked them to spend the evening, and I +don't see how in the world I am going to get rid of them."</p> + +<p>"Don't do it," said Strout. "Extend to them an invitation +in my name to remain and enjoy the evening's festivities +with us. No doubt Miss Huldy will be pleased to have +them stay."</p> + +<p>"I know she will," said Mrs. Mason, "and I'll give them +your invite as soon as you're ready."</p> + +<p>"Well, Mrs. Mason," said Strout, "just tell Hiram I am +ready to have him blow that bugle, and when you hear it +you can just tell your daughter and her friends what's up."</p> + +<p>Hiram soon joined Strout outside the kitchen door. The +latter went out in the road and looked up the hill to see +if his party was all ready. Abner waved his hand, and<a name="Page_254" id="Page_254"></a> +Strout rushed back to Hiram and cried, "Give it to 'em +now, Hiram, and do your darnedest!"</p> + +<p>Huldy and her friends were engaged in earnest conversation, +when a loud blast burst upon the air, followed by a +succession of piercing notes from Hiram's old cracked +bugle.</p> + +<p>Huldy jumped to her feet and exclaimed, "What does +Hiram want to blow that horrid old bugle at this time of +night for? I will tell ma to stop him."</p> + +<p>She started towards the parlor door, when the whole +party heard shouts of laughter, screams from female voices, +and yells from male ones that would have done credit to a +band of wild Comanches.</p> + +<p>All stood still and listened. Again the laughter, screams, +and yells were heard. This time they seemed right under +the parlor window.</p> + +<p>A look of surprise and almost terror passed over Alice's +face, and turning to Quincy unthinkingly she said in a low +whisper, "What was that, Quincy? What does it mean?"</p> + +<p>Quincy's heart jumped as his Christian name fell from +the girl's lips. He put his left hand over his heart (her +picture was in the pocket just beneath it) and said as naturally +as he could, although with a little tremor in his voice, +"It's all right, Alice, that's Mr. Strout's idea of a surprise +party."</p> + +<p>"A surprise party!" cried Huldy, "who for? Me?"</p> + +<p>At this moment Mrs. Mason opened the door and entered +the room.</p> + +<p>"Huldy," said she, "Professor Strout wishes me to tell +you that he and his friends have come to give you a surprise +party, and he wished me to invite you," turning to +the others, "as Huldy's friends to remain and enjoy the festivities +of the evening."</p> + +<p>Then the poor old lady, who had been under a nervous +strain for the past ten days, and who had come nearer telling<a name="Page_255" id="Page_255"></a> +<a name="Page_256" id="Page_256"></a><a name="Page_257" id="Page_257"></a>untruths than she ever had before in her life, began to +laugh, and then to cry, and finally sank into a chair, overcome +for the moment.</p> + +<p>"I wish Abraham was here," said she, "I guess I'm getting +a little bit nervous."</p> + +<p>Let us return to the great kitchen, which the members +of the surprise party now had in their possession. A dozen +of the men produced lanterns, which they lighted, and +which were soon hung upon the walls of the kitchen, one +of the number having brought a hammer and some nails.</p> + +<p>It was a pound party, and two young men fetched in a +basket containing the goodies which had been brought for +the supper. Strout had made arrangements to have the +hot coffee made at the grocery store, and it was to be +brought down at half-past nine.</p> + +<p>He arranged his party so that all could get a good view +of the door through which Huldy must come. He stepped +forward within ten feet of the door and stood expectantly. +Why this delay? Strout looked around at the party. There +were Tilly James and Sam Hill; Cobb's twins, and each +brought a pretty girl; Robert Wood, Benjamin Bates, and +Arthur Scates were equally well supplied; Lindy Putnam, +after much solicitation, had consented to come with Emmanuel +Howe, the clergyman's son, and he was in the +seventh heaven of delight; Mandy stood beside Hiram +and his bugle, and Samantha Green had Farmer Tompkins's +son George for escort. It was a real old-fashioned, +democratic party. Clergymen's sons, farmers' sons, girls +that worked out, chore boys, farm hands, and an heiress to +a hundred thousand dollars, met on a plane of perfect +equality without a thought of caste, and to these were soon +to be added more farmers' sons and daughters and the only +son of a millionaire.</p> + +<p>"Just give them a call," said Strout, turning to Hiram, +and the latter gave a blast on his bugle, which sent fingers +<a name="Page_258" id="Page_258"></a>to the ears of his listeners. The handle of the door turned +and opened and Huldy entered, her mother leaning upon +her arm.</p> + +<p>They were greeted by hand clapping and cries of "Good +evening" from the party, and all eyes were fixed upon +Strout, who stood as if petrified and gazed at the three figures +that came through the open door and stood behind +Huldy and her mother. Hamlet following the fleeting +apparition on the battlements of the castle at Elsinore, +Macbeth viewing Banquo at his feast, or Richard the Third +gazing on the ghostly panorama of the murdered kings and +princes, could not have felt weaker at heart than did Professor +Strout when he saw the new-comers and realized +that they were there by his express invitation.</p> + +<p>The members of the surprise party thought Strout had +forgotten his speech, and cries of "Speech!" "Speech!" +"Give us the speech!" fell upon his ear, but no words fell +from his lips. It was a cruel blow, but no crueler than the +unfounded stories that he had started and circulated about +the town for the past three months. Those who had +thought it was mean not to invite the Pettengills and Mr. +Sawyer enjoyed his discomfiture and were the loudest in +calling for a speech.</p> + +<p>The situation became somewhat strained, and Huldy +looked up to Quincy with an expression that seemed to say, +How are we going to get out of this?</p> + +<p>Quite a number of the party saw this look and immediately +began calling out, "Mr. Sawyer, give us a speech!" +"A speech from Mr. Sawyer!"</p> + +<p>Huldy smiled and nodded to Quincy, and then there +were loud cries of "Speech! Speech!" and clapping of +hands.</p> + +<p>Abner Stiles got up and gave his chair to Professor +Strout, who sank into it, saying as he did so, "I guess it was +the heat."</p><p><a name="Page_259" id="Page_259"></a></p> + +<p>Quincy stepped forward and bowing to Huldy and then +to Mrs. Mason, addressed the party in a low but clearly distinct +voice.</p> + +<p>"Authorized by these ladies to speak for them, I desire +to return sincere thanks for this manifestation of your regard +for them. Your visit was entirely unexpected by Miss +Mason and a great surprise to her. But it is a most pleasant +surprise, and she desires me to thank you again and +again for your kind thoughts and your good company this +evening. She and her mother join in giving you a most +hearty welcome. They wish you to make yourselves at +home and will do all in their power to make the evening a +happy one and one long to be remembered by the inhabitants +of Mason's Corner. The inception of this happy +event, I learn, is due to Professor Strout, who for some +time, I understand, has been Miss Mason's music teacher, +and the ladies, whose ideas I am expressing, desire me to +call upon him to take charge of the festivities and bring +them to a successful close, as he is no doubt competent and +willing to do."</p> + +<p>Quincy bowed low and retired behind the other members +of the party.</p> + +<p>Quincy's speech was greeted with cheers and more clapping +of hands. Even Strout's friends were pleased by the +graceful compliment paid to the Professor, and joined in +the applause.</p> + +<p>Strout had by this time fully recovered his equanimity. +A chair was placed upon the kitchen table and Abner Stiles +was boosted up and took his seat thereon. While he was +tuning up his fiddle the Professor opened a package that +one of the girls handed to him and passed a pair of knitted +woollen wristers to each lady in the company. He gave +three pairs to Huldy, who in turn gave one pair to her +mother and one to Alice. There were several pairs over, +<a name="Page_260" id="Page_260"></a>as several girls who had been expected to join the party had +not come.</p> + +<p>"Now, Mrs. Mason," said the Professor, "could you +kindly supply me with a couple of small baskets, or if not, +with a couple of milk pans?"</p> + +<p>The Professor took one of the pans and Robert Wood +the other.</p> + +<p>"The ladies wall please form in line," cried the Professor; +which was done. "Now will each lady," said the Professor, +"as she marches between us, throw one wrister in one pan +and t'other wrister in the other pan? Give us a good, lively +march, Abner," he added, and the music began.</p> + +<p>The procession passed between the upheld pans, one +wrister of each pair thrown right and the other left, as it +moved on.</p> + +<p>The music stopped. "Now, will the ladies please form +in line again," said the Professor, "and as they pass through +each one take a wrister from the pan held by Mr. Wood."</p> + +<p>The music started up again and the procession moved +forward and the work of selection was completed.</p> + +<p>Again the music stopped. "Now will the gentlemen +form in line, and as they march forward each one take a +wrister from the pan that I hold," said the Professor.</p> + +<p>Once more the music started up. The line was formed, +the procession advanced, 'Zekiel and Quincy bringing up +the rear. As Quincy took the last wrister from the pan +that the Professor held, the latter turned quickly away and +beat a tattoo on the bottom of the pan with his knuckles +and cried out, "Gentlemen will please find their partners. +The wristers become the property of the gentlemen."</p> + +<p>Then a wild rush took place. Screams of laughter were +heard on every side, and it was fully five minutes before +the excitement subsided, and in response to another tattoo +upon the milk pan by the Professor, the couples, as arranged +by the hand of Fate, formed in line and marched +<a name="Page_261" id="Page_261"></a>around the great kitchen to the music of a sprightly march +written by the Professor and called "The Wrister March," +and respectfully dedicated to Miss Hulda Mason. This announcement +was made by Mr. Stiles from his elevated position +upon the kitchen table.</p> + +<p>The hand of Fate had acted somewhat strangely. The +Professor and Mandy Skinner stood side by side, as did +'Zekiel Pettengill and Mrs. Mason. Lindy Putnam and +Huldy by a queer twist of fortune were mated with Cobb's +twins.</p> + +<p>But Fate did one good act. By chance Quincy and +Alice stood side by side. She looked up at him and said to +her partner, "What is your name, I cannot see your face?"</p> + +<p>"My name is Quincy," said Sawyer in a low voice.</p> + +<p>"I am so glad!" said Alice, leaning a little more heavily +on his arm.</p> + +<p>"So am I," responded Quincy ardently.</p> + +<p>After the procession had made several circuits of the +great kitchen, Professor Strout gave a signal, and it broke +up, each gentleman being then at liberty to seek the lady +of his own choice.</p> + +<p>"What games shall we play fust?" asked Strout, taking +the centre of the room, and looking round upon the company +with a countenance full of smiles and good nature.</p> + +<p>"Who is it?" "Who is it?" came from a dozen voices.</p> + +<p>"All right," cried Strout; "that's a very easy game to +play. Now all you ladies git in a line and I'll put this +one chair right front of yer. Now all the gentlemen must +leave the room except one. I suppose we can use the parlor, +Mrs. Mason?"</p> + +<p>Mrs. Mason nodded her head in the affirmative.</p> + +<p>"I'll 'tend door," said Hiram; and he took his position +accordingly. After the rest of the gentlemen had left the +room, Hiram closed the door, and turning to Huldy said, +"Shall I call them, or will you?"</p> + +<p>"You call them," said Huldy.</p><p><a name="Page_262" id="Page_262"></a></p> + +<p>"Got the handkerchief ready?" asked Hiram.</p> + +<p>Huldy swung a big red bandanna in the air. Opening +a door, Hiram called out in a loud voice, "Obadiah Strout."</p> + +<p>As Strout walked towards the line of young girls they +called out together, "Mister, please take a chair."</p> + +<p>Strout sat down in a chair. One of the girls who had +the bandanna handkerchief in her hand passed it quickly +over his eyes and tied it firmly behind his head. Two of +the girls then stepped forward and each one taking one +of his hands and extending it at right angles with his body +held it firmly in their grasps. At the same instant his head +was pulled back by one of the girls and a kiss was imprinted +on his upturned mouth.</p> + +<p>"Who is it?" screamed the girls in unison. The holds on +the Professor's head and hands were released and he sat upright +in the chair.</p> + +<p>"I kinder guess it was Miss Huldy Mason," said he.</p> + +<p>A loud laugh burst from the girls, mixed with cries of +"You're wrong!" "You ain't right!" "You didn't get +it!" "You're out!" and similar ejaculations.</p> + +<p>The handkerchief was taken from his eyes and he was +marched to the left of the line of girls, which ran length-wise +of the kitchen.</p> + +<p>Abner Stiles was the next one called in, and he was subjected +to the same treatment as had befallen his predecessor, +but to the intense disgust of Professor Strout he saw +Hiram Maxwell come on tiptoe from the parlor door, lean +over and kiss Abner Stiles. The thought of course ran +through his mind that he had been subjected to the same +treatment. He was on the point of protesting at this way +of conducting the game when the idea occurred to him +that it would be a huge satisfaction to have that city chap +subjected to the same treatment, and he decided to hold his +peace.</p> + +<p>The next one called was 'Zekiel Pettengill, and he was +treated in the same manner as the Professor and Abner had +<a name="Page_263" id="Page_263"></a>been; but as Hiram leaned over to kiss him, 'Zekiel's foot +slipped upon the floor and struck against Hiram's, Hiram +being in front of him. 'Zekiel then put up both of his feet +and kicked with them in such a way that Hiram was unable +to approach him.</p> + +<p>'Zekiel called out, "It's Hiram Maxwell," and the room +rang with the laughs and cries of the girls.</p> + +<p>'Zekiel, having guessed who it was, was marched off to +the right of the line of girls.</p> + +<p>Strout called out, "Let's play something else," but the +sentiment of the company seemed to be that it wasn't fair +to the others not to give them a chance, so the game continued. +Quincy was the next one called, and to still further +increase the disgust of Strout and Abner, instead of +Hiram leaving the door, as before, one of the girls stepped +out from the line, at a signal from Huldy, and kissed +Quincy. He guessed that it was Miss Huldy Mason, and +was greeted with the same cries that Strout had heard. He +took his place at the left with the latter.</p> + +<p>Strout leaned over and whispered in Abner's ear, "That +was a put-up job. I'll get even with Hiram Maxwell before +I get through."</p> + +<p>The game continued until all the men had been called in. +With the exception of Emmanuel Howe, none of them +were able to guess who it was. When Emmanuel took +his place by the side of 'Zekiel he confided the fact to him +that he guessed it was Miss Putnam on account of the perfumery +which he had noticed before he left the house with +her.</p> + +<p>After this game others followed in quick succession. +There were "Pillow," "Roll the Cover," "Button, Button, +Who's Got the Button?" "Copenhagen," and finally "Post +Office." From all of these games Alice begged to be excused. +She told the Professor that she was not bashful nor +diffident, but that her eyesight was so poor that she knew +she would detract from the pleasure of the others if she +<a name="Page_264" id="Page_264"></a>engaged in the games. The Professor demurred at first, +but said finally that her excuse was a good one. Then he +turned to Abner and remarked that he supposed Mr. Sawyer +would ask to be excused next 'cause his girl wasn't +going to play.</p> + +<p>But Quincy had no such intention. After leading Alice +to a seat beside Mrs. Mason, he returned to the company +and took part in every game, entering with spirit and vivacity +into each of them. He invented some forfeits that +one girl objected to the forfeit exacted of her as being all +out of proportion to her offence, the matter was referred +to Quincy. He said that he would remit the original forfeit +and she could kiss him instead. But she objected, saying +that forfeit was worse than the other one. This pleased +Strout greatly, and he remarked to Abner, who kept as +close to him as the tail to a kite, that there was one girl +in town who wasn't afraid to speak her mind.</p> + +<p>The game of Post Office was the most trying one to +Quincy. Of his own free will he would not have called +either Huldy or Lindy, but Strout and Abner and all the +rest of them had letters for both of these young ladies. +He was afraid that his failure to call them out might lead +to remark, as he knew that Strout and Abner and Robert +Wood were watching his actions closely. So, near the +middle of the game, when he had been called out, he had a +letter from England for Miss Lindy Putnam.</p> + +<p>As she raised her face to his for the kiss on the cheek +that he gave her, she said, "I was afraid you had not forgiven +me, after all."</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes, I have," said Quincy, and carried away by the +excitement of the occasion, he caught her again in his arms +and gave her another kiss, this time upon the lips.</p> + +<p>At this instant Abner Stiles, who was tending door, +opened it and called out, "Takes a long time to pay the +postage on one letter!"</p> + +<p>A little later Quincy was again called out, and this time +<a name="Page_265" id="Page_265"></a>he had a letter from Boston for Miss Mason. He kissed +her on the cheek, as he had done with Lindy. Huldy looked +up with a laugh and said, "Were you as bashful as that +with Miss Putnam?"</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Quincy, "at first, but there was double postage +on her letter, the same as on yours." And though +Huldy tried to break away from him he caught her and +kissed her upon the lips, as he had done to Lindy.</p> + +<p>Again Abner opened the door and cried out that the +mails would close in one minute, and he'd better get the +stamps on that letter quick.</p> + +<p>All such good times come to an end, and the signal for +the close was the return of Deacon Mason from his visit to +town. He was popular with all parties, and Stroutites, +Anti-Stroutites, and neutrals all gathered 'round him and +said they were having a beautiful time, and could they have +a little dance after supper?</p> + +<p>The Deacon said he didn't know that dancing in itself +was so bad, for the Bible referred to a great many dances. +"But," said he, "I have always been agin permiscuous dancing."</p> + +<p>"But we ain't permiscuous," said Tilly James. "We are +all friends and neighbors."</p> + +<p>"Most all," said Strout; but his remark was unnoticed +by all excepting Quincy.</p> + +<p>"Well, under the circumstances," concluded the Deacon, +"I don't object to your finishing up with an old-fashioned +reel, and mother and me will jine in with you, so as to countenance +the perceedings."</p> + +<p>The call was now made for supper. A procession was +again formed, each gentleman taking the lady who had +accompanied him to the party. They all filed into the +dining-room and took their places around the long table. +The most of them looked at its contents with surprise and +delight. Instead of seeing only home-made cakes, and pies, +and dishes of nuts, and raisins, and apples, that they had +<a name="Page_266" id="Page_266"></a>expected, occupying the centre of the table, they gazed +upon a large frosted cake, in the centre of which arose what +resembled the spire of a church, made of sugar and adorned +with small American flags and streamers made of various +colored silk ribbons. Flanking the centrepiece at each corner +were large dishes containing mounds of jelly cake, +pound cake, sponge cake, and angel cake. On either side of +the centrepiece, shaped in fancy moulds, were two large +dishes of ice cream, a third full of sherbet, and the +fourth one filled with frozen pudding. In the vacant spaces +about the larger dishes were smaller plates containing the +home-made pies and cake, and the apples, oranges, dates, +figs, raisins, nuts, and candy taken from the pound packages +brought by the members of the surprise party. Piled upon +the table in heaps were the fifty boxes containing the souvenir +gifts that Quincy had ordered.</p> + +<p>As they took their places about the table, Quincy felt it +incumbent upon him to say something. Turning to the +Professor he addressed him:</p> + +<p>"Professor Strout, I think it is my duty to inform you +that I have made this little addition to the bountiful supper +supplied by you and the members of this party, on behalf +of my friends, Mr. and Miss Pettengill, and myself. I +trust that you will take as much pleasure in disposing of it +as I have in sending it. In the language of the poet I +would now say, 'Fall to and may good digestion wait on +appetite!'"</p> + +<p>Quincy's speech was received with applause. The hot +coffee had arrived and was soon circulating in cups, mugs, +and tumblers. Everybody was talking to everybody else at +the same time, and all petty fueds, prejudices, and animosities +were, apparently, forgotten.</p> + +<p>The young fellows took the cue from Quincy, who, as +soon as he had finished his little speech, began filling the +plates with the good things provided, and passing them to +the ladies, and in a short time all had been waited upon.<a name="Page_267" id="Page_267"></a> +When both hunger and appetite had been satisfied, Quincy +again addressed the company.</p> + +<p>"In those small paper boxes," said he, "you will find some +little souvenirs, which you can keep to remind you of this +very pleasant evening, or you can eat them and remember +how sweet they were." A general laugh followed this remark. +"In making your selection," continued Quincy, +"bear in mind that the boxes tied up with red ribbon are +for the ladies, while those having blue ribbons are for the +gentlemen."</p> + +<p>A rush was made for the table, and almost instantly each +member of the company became possessed of a souvenir +and was busily engaged in untying the ribbons.</p> + +<p>Again Quincy's voice was heard above the tumult.</p> + +<p>"In each package," cried he, "will be found printed on a +slip of paper a poetical selection. The poetry, like that +found on valentines, is often very poor, but the sentiment +is there just the same. In the city the plan that we follow +is to pass our own slip to our left-hand neighbor and he or +she reads it."</p> + +<p>This was too much for the Professor.</p> + +<p>"I don't think," said he, "that we ought to foller that +style of doin' things jest because they do it that way in the +city. We are pretty independent in the country, like to do +thing's our own way."</p> + +<p>"Oh! it don't make any difference to me," said Quincy; +"in the city when we get a good thing we are willing to +share it with our partners or friends; you know I said if +you didn't wish to keep your souvenir, you could eat it, and +of course the poetical selection is part of the souvenir."</p> + +<p>A peal of laughter greeted this sally, which rose to a +shout when Strout took his souvenir out of the box. It +proved to be a large sugar bee, very lifelike in appearance +and having a little wad of paper rolled up and tucked under +one of the wings.</p><p><a name="Page_268" id="Page_268"></a></p> + +<p>As Strout spread out the slip of paper with his fingers, +loud cries of "Eat it!" "Read it!" and "Pass it along!" +came from the company. The Professor stood apparently +undecided what course to pursue, when Tilly James, who +was standing at his left, grabbed it from his fingers, and +running to the end of the table, stood beside young Hill +with an expression that seemed to say, "This is my young +man, and I know he will protect me."</p> + +<p>Loud cries of "Read it, Tilly!" came from all parts of +the table.</p> + +<p>"Not unless Professor Strout is willing," said Tilly with +mock humility.</p> + +<p>All eyes were turned upon Strout, who, seeing that he +had nothing to gain by objecting, cried out, "Oh, go ahead; +what do I care about such nonsense!"</p> + +<p>Tilly then read with much dramatic expression the following +poetical effusion:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"How does the wicked bumblebee<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Employ the shining hours,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In stinging folks that he dislikes,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Instead of sipping flowers."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Another loud laugh greeted this; largely due to the +comical expression on Tilly James's face, which so far upset +Quincy's habitual gravity that he was obliged to smile in +spite of himself.</p> + +<p>If Strout felt the shot he did not betray it, but turned to +Huldy, who stood at his right, and said, "Now, Miss Mason, +let me read your poetry for you, as they do it in the city."</p> + +<p>Huldy hesitated, holding the slip of paper between her +fingers, "Oh! that ain't fair," said Strout. "I've set you a +good example, now you mustn't squeal. Come, walk right +up to the trough."</p> + +<p>"I'm no pig," protested Huldy.</p> + +<p>As Strout leaned over to take the paper he said in an +<a name="Page_269" id="Page_269"></a>undertone, "No, you are a little dear;" whereat Huldy's +face flushed a bright crimson.</p> + +<p>Strout cleared his voice and then read:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Come wreathe your face with smiles, my dear,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"> A husband you'll find within the year."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>This was greeted with laughter, clapping of hands, and +cries of "Who is it, Huldy?"</p> + +<p>The Professor looked at Huldy inquiringly, but she +averted her eyes. He leaned over and said in an undertone, +"May I keep this?"</p> + +<p>Huldy looked up and said in a tone that was heard by +every one at the table, "I don't care; if you like it better than +that one about the bumblebee you can have it."</p> + +<p>The Professor then turned to Quincy and said, "Perhaps +Mr. Sawyer will oblige the company by passing his poetry +along, as they do it in the city."</p> + +<p>Quincy answered quickly, "Why, certainly," and handed +the slip to his left-hand neighbor, who chanced to be Miss +Seraphina Cotton, who was the teacher in the public school +located at Mason's Corner.</p> + +<p>She prided herself on her elocutionary ability, and read +the following with great expression:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Though wealth and fame fall to my lot,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"> I'd much prefer a little cot,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"> In which, apart from care and strife,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"> I'd love my children and my wife."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Strout laughed outright.</p> + +<p>"By the way, Mr. Sawyer," said he, "have you seen any +little cot round here that you'd swap your Beacon Street +house for?"</p> + +<p>"I've got my eye on some real estate in this town," said +Quincy, "and if you own it perhaps we can make a trade."</p><p><a name="Page_270" id="Page_270"></a></p> + +<p>'Zekiel Pettengill passed his slip to Lindy Putnam; it ran +thus:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"'An honest man's the noblest work of God,'<br /></span> +<span class="i0"> No nobler lives than he who tills the sod."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>This was greeted with shouts and cries of "Good for +'Zeke!" while one of Cobb's twins, who possessed a thin, +high voice, cried out, "He's all wool and a yard wide."</p> + +<p>This provoked more shouts and hand-clapping, and +'Zekiel blushed like a peony.</p> + +<p>Lindy Putnam handed her slip to Quincy; he took in its +meaning at a glance and looked at her inquiringly.</p> + +<p>Strout saw the glance and cried out, "Oh, come, now; +don't leave out nothin'; read it jist as it's writ."</p> + +<p>Lindy nodded to Quincy and he read:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"There is no heart but hath some wish unfilled,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"> There is no soul without some longing killed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"> With heart and soul work for thy heart's desire.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"> And turn not back for storm, nor flood, nor fire."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"This is gittin' quite tragic," said Strout. "I guess we've +had all we want to eat and drink, and have listened to all the +bad poetry we want ter, and I move—"</p> + +<p>"Second the motion," cried Abner Stiles.</p> + +<p>"And I move," continued Strout, "that we git back inter +the kitchen, and have a little dance jist to shake our suppers +down."</p> + +<p>After the company returned to the kitchen, Abner was +again lifted to his elevated position on the kitchen table, +and the fun began again. There was no doubt that in telling +stories Abner Stiles often drew the long bow, but it was +equally true that he had no superior in Eastborough and +vicinity on the violin, or the fiddle, as he preferred to call it. +He was now in his glory. His fiddle was tucked under his +<a name="Page_271" id="Page_271"></a>chin, a red silk handkerchief with large yellow polka dots +protecting the violin from injury from his stubbly beard +rather than his chin from being injured by the instrument.</p> + +<div class="figcenter"> + <a name="image8" id="image8" href="images/image8.png"> + <img src="images/image8-tn.png" alt='"The Deacon And His Wife Led Off."' + title='"The Deacon And His Wife Led Off."' /> + </a> + <p class="caption">"The Deacon And His Wife Led Off."</p> +</div> + +<p>After a few preliminary chords, Abner struck up the +peculiar dance movement very popular in those days, called +"The Cure." As if prearranged, Hiram Maxwell and Mandy +Skinner ran to the centre of the room and began singing +the words belonging to the dance. Abner gradually increased +the speed of the melody, and the singers conformed, +thereto. Faster and faster the music went, and higher and +higher the dancers jumped until the ceiling prevented any +further progress upward. They leaned forward and backward, +they leaned from side to side, but still kept up their +monotonous leaps into the air. Finally, when almost exhausted, +they sank into chairs hastily brought for them, +amid the applause of the party.</p> + +<p>Quincy had seen the dance at the city theatres, but acknowledged +to himself that the country version was far +ahead of the city one. At the same time it seemed to him +that the dance savored of barbarism, and he recalled pictures +and stories of Indian dances where the participants +fell to the ground too weak to rise.</p> + +<p>"I put my right hand in," called out one of the fellows. +Cries of "Oh, yes, that's it!" came from the company, and +they arranged themselves in two rows, facing each other +and running the length of the long room. They were in +couples, as they came to the party. Abner played the +melody on his violin, and the fellows and girls sang these +words:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I put my right hand in,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"> I put my right hand out,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"> I give my right hand a shake, shake, shake,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"> And I turn myself about."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>As they sang the last line they did turn themselves about +<a name="Page_272" id="Page_272"></a>so many times that it seemed a wonder to Quincy, who was +an amused spectator, how they kept upon their feet.</p> + +<p>Seeing that one of the young ladies in the line was without +a partner, Quincy took his place beside her and joined +in the merriment as heartily as the rest. Then followed all +the changes of "I put my left hand in," "I put my right +foot in," "I put my left foot in," and so on until the whole +party was nearly as much exhausted as Hiram and Mandy +had been.</p> + +<p>At this moment the door leading to the parlor opened +and Deacon Mason entered, accompanied by his wife. +They were greeted with shouts of laughter. Quincy looked +at them with astonishment, and had it not been for their +familiar faces, which they had not tried to disguise, he +would not have recognized them.</p> + +<p>Out of compliment to their guests, the Deacon and his +wife had gone back to the days of their youth. Probably +from some old chest in the garret each had resurrected a +costume of fifty years before. They advanced into the +room, smiling and bowing to the delighted spectators on +either side. They went directly to Abner, and the latter +bent over to hear what the Deacon whispered in his ear. +The Deacon then went to Strout and whispered something +to him.</p> + +<p>Strout nodded, and turning to the company said, "As +it's now half past 'leven and most time for honest folks to +be abed and rogues a runnin', out of compliment to Miss +Huldy's grandpa and grandma, who have honored us with +their presence this evenin', we will close these festivities +with a good old-fashioned heel and toe Virginia reel. +Let 'er go, Abner, and keep her up till all the fiddle strings +are busted."</p> + +<p>Like trained soldiers, they sprang to their places. Quincy +and his partner took places near the end of the line. He +explained to her that he had never danced a reel, but<a name="Page_273" id="Page_273"></a> +<a name="Page_274" id="Page_274"></a><a name="Page_275" id="Page_275"></a>thought he could easily learn from seeing the others, and +he told her that when their turn came she need not fear +but that he would do his part.</p> + +<p>The Deacon and his wife led off, and their performance +caused great enthusiasm. Sam Hill was not a good dancer, +so he resigned Miss Tilly James to Professor Strout. Miss +James was a superb dancer, and as Quincy looked at her +his face showed his appreciation.</p> + +<p>His partner saw the glance, and looking up to him said, +"Don't you wish you could dance as well as that?"</p> + +<p>"I wish I could," said Quincy. "I have no doubt you +can," he added, looking at his partner's rosy face.</p> + +<p>"Well," said she, "you do the best you can, and I'll do +the same."</p> + +<p>Professor Strout and Tilly did finely, and their performance +gained them an encore, which they granted. One by +one the couples went under the arch of extended arms, +and one by one they showed their Terpsichorean agility +on the kitchen floor, over which Mandy Skinner had +thoughtfully sprinkled a handful of house sand.</p> + +<p>At last came the turn of Quincy and his little partner, +whose name was unknown to him. He observed the grace +with which she went through the march, and when the +dance came be wished he could have stood still and +watched her. Instead, he entered with his whole soul into +the dance, and at its conclusion he was astonished to hear +the burst of applause and cheers that fell upon his ears.</p> + +<p>"Come along!" said his partner, and taking him by the +hand she drew him back through the arch, and the dance +was repeated.</p> + +<p>Three times in succession was this done in response to +enthusiastic applause, and Quincy was beginning to think +that he would soon fall in his tracks. He had no idea that +any such fate would befall his partner, for she seemed equal +to an indefinite number of repetitions.</p><p><a name="Page_276" id="Page_276"></a></p> + +<p>But, as has been said before, to all good things an end +must come at last, and when the old-fashioned Connecticut +clock on the mantelpiece clanged out the midnight hour, as +if by magic a hush came over the company and the jollities +came to an end. Then followed a rush for capes, and coats, +and jackets, and shawls, and hats. Then came good-byes +and good-nights, and then the girls all kissed Huldy and +her mother, wished them long life and happiness, while +their escorts stood quietly by thinking of the pleasant +homeward trips, and knowing in their hearts that they +should treasure more the pressure of the hand or the single +good-night kiss yet to come than they did the surprise +party kisses that had been theirs during the evening.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Mason and 'Zekiel had prepared Alice for her +homeward trip. Quincy took occasion to seek out his partner +in the reel to say good night, and as he shook hands +with her he said, "Would you consider me rude if I asked +your name and who taught you to dance?"</p> + +<p>"Oh! no," she replied; "my name is Bessie Chisholm. I +teach the dancing school at Eastborough Centre, and Mr. +Stiles always plays for me."</p> + +<p>"Is he going to see you home to-night?" asked Quincy.</p> + +<p>"Oh! no," said she; "I came with my brother. Here, +Sylvester," cried she, and a smart-looking, country fellow, +apparently about twenty-one years of age, came towards +them. "I'm ready," said Bessie to him, and then, turning +to Quincy, "Mr. Sawyer, make you acquainted with my +brother, Sylvester Chisholm."</p> + +<p>"Ah, you know my name," said Quincy.</p> + +<p>"I guess everybody in Eastborough knows who you are," +retorted she with a toss of her head, as she took her brother's +arm and walked away.</p> + +<p>Hiram had brought 'round the Pettengill sleigh from the +barn. 'Zekiel, Alice, Quincy, and Mandy were the last of +<a name="Page_277" id="Page_277"></a>the party to leave. Quincy took his old place beside Alice, +while Mandy sat on the front seat with 'Zekiel.</p> + +<p>It was a beautiful moonlight night and the ride home was +a most enjoyable one.</p> + +<p>"I am sorry," said Quincy to Alice, "that you could not +take part in more of the games. I enjoyed them very +much."</p> + +<p>"Oh, Mrs. Mason kept me informed of your actions," +said Alice with a laugh.</p> + +<p>Halfway to Hill's grocery they passed the Professor and +Abner walking home to Mrs. Hawkins's boarding house. +They called out, "Good night and pleasant dreams," and +drove rapidly on. In the Square a number of the party +had stopped to say good night again before taking the +various roads that diverged from it, and another interchange +of "Good nights" followed.</p> + +<p>When Strout and Abner reached the Square it was deserted. +There was no light shining in the boarding house. +The kerosene lamps and matches were on a table in the +front entry. Strout lighted his lamp and went upstairs. +Strout's room was one flight up, while Abner's was up two. +As they reached Strout's room he said, "Come in, Abner, +and warm up. Comin' out of that hot room into this cold +air has given me a chill." He went to a closet and brought +out a bottle, a small pitcher, and a couple of spoons. "Have +some rum and molasses, nothin' better for a cold."</p> + +<p>They mixed their drinks in a couple of tumblers, which +Strout found in the closet. Then he took a couple of cigars +from his pocket and gave one to Abner. They drank and +smoked for some time in silence.</p> + +<p>At last Abner said, "How are you satisfied with this +evenin's perceedin's?"</p> + +<p>"Wall, all things considered," said Strout, "I think it was +the most successful party ever given in this 'ere town, if I +did do it."</p><p><a name="Page_278" id="Page_278"></a></p> + +<p>"That's so," responded Abner sententiously. "Warn't +you a bit struck up when that city feller come in?"</p> + +<p>"Not a bit," said Strout. "You know when I come back, +you see it was so cussed hot, yer know I said it was the +heat, but I knew they wuz there. Mrs. Mason, told me."</p> + +<p>"Did she?" asked Abner, with wide-opened eyes. "I +thought it was one on you."</p> + +<p>"When I went down to the road before the bugle was +blown," said Strout, "Mrs. Mason told me they was there. +You see, Huldy didn't suspect nothin' about the party and +so she asked them over to tea. She sorter expected they +would go right after tea, but they got singin' songs and +tellin' stories, and Huldy saw they had come to stay."</p> + +<p>"But," said Abner, "that city feller must have known +all about it aforehand or how could he git that cake and +frozen stuff down from Bosting so quick?"</p> + +<p>"Didn't you say," said Strout, "that you seen them going +over to Eastborough Centre about five o'clock?"</p> + +<p>"Yes," replied Abner, "but how did he know when it +was? Some one must have told him, I guess."</p> + +<p>"There are times, Abner Stiles," exclaimed Strout, "when +you are too almighty inquisitive."</p> + +<p>"Wall, I only wanted to know, so I could tell the truth +when folks asked me," said Abner.</p> + +<p>"That's all right," said Strout. "Cuddent you guess who +told him? 'Twas that Hiram Maxwell. I've been pumping +him about the city chap, and of course, I've had to tell him +somethin' for swaps. But to-morrow when I meet him +I'll tell him I don't want anythin' more to do with a tittle-tattle +tell-tale like him."</p> + +<p>"What d'ye think of that pome 'bout the bumblebee?" +drawled Abner.</p> + +<p>"Oh, that was a put-up job," said Strout.</p> + +<p>"How could that be?" asked Abner, "when you took it +out of your own box?"</p><p><a name="Page_279" id="Page_279"></a></p> + +<p>"Well," rejoined Strout, "he'll find I'm the wustest kind +of a bumblebee if he stirs me up much more. When my +dander's up a hornet's nest ain't a patch to me."</p> + +<p>"I kinder fancied," continued Abner, "that the reason +he had them fancy boxes sent down was because he sorter +thought our pound packages would be rather ornary."</p> + +<p>"I guess you've hit it 'bout right," remarked Strout; +"them city swells would cheat their tailor so as to make a +splurge and show how much money they've got. I guess +he thought as how I'd never seen ice cream, but I showed +him I knew all about it. I eat three sasserful myself."</p> + +<p>"I beat you on that," said Abner; "I eat a sasserful of +each kind."</p> + +<p>As Abner finished speaking he emptied his glass and +then reached forward for the bottle in order to replenish +it. Strout's glass was also empty, and being much nearer +to the bottle than Abner was, he had it in his possession +before Abner could reach it. When he put it down again +it was beyond his companion's reach. Abner turned some +molasses into has tumbler, and then said, "Don't you think +'twas purty plucky of that city feller to come to our party +to-night?"</p> + +<p>"No, I don't," said Strout, "he jest sneaked in with 'Zeke +Pettengill and his sister. He'll find out that I'm no slouch +here in Eastborough. When I marry the Deacon's daughter +and git the Deacon's money, and am elected tax collector +agin, and buy the grocery store, and I'm app'inted postmaster +at Mason's Corner, he'll diskiver that it's harder +fightin' facts like them than it is Bob Wood's fists. I kinder +reckon there won't be anybody that won't take off their +hats to me, and there won't be any doubts as to who runs +this 'ere town. That city feller's health will improve right +off, and he'll go up to Boston a wiser man than when he +come down."</p> + +<p>"That's so," remarked Abner; and as he spoke he stood +<a name="Page_280" id="Page_280"></a>up as if to emphasize his words. Before he sat down, however, +he reached across the table for the bottle, but again +Strout was too quick for him.</p> + +<p>"I was only goin' to drink yer health an' success to yer," +said Abner.</p> + +<p>"All right," said Strout, "make it half a glass and I'll +jine yer."</p> + +<p>The two men clinked their glasses, drank, and smacked +their lips.</p> + +<p>"If you don't go to bed now you won't git up till to-morrer," +said the Professor.</p> + +<p>"Yer mean ter-day," chuckled Abner, as he got up and +walked 'round to the other side of the table, where he had +left his lamp.</p> + +<p>"I guess," remarked Strout, "I'll have some more fire. +I ain't goin' to bed jest yet. I've got some heavy thinkin' +to do."</p> + +<p>While he was upon his knees arranging the wood, starting +up the embers with the bellows, Abner reached across +the table and got possession of his tumbler, from which he +had fortunately removed the spoon. Grasping the bottle +he filled it to the brim and tossed it down in three big +swallows. As he replaced the tumbler on the table, Strout +turned round.</p> + +<p>"There was 'bout a spoonful left in the bottom of my +tumbler," said Abner, apologetically. "Them that drinks +last drinks best," said he, as he took up his lamp. "I guess +that nightcap won't hurt me," he muttered to himself as he +stumbled up the flight of stairs that led to his room.</p> + +<p>The fire burned brightly and Strout resumed his seat +and drew the bottle towards him. He lifted it up and +looked at it.</p> + +<p>"The skunk!" said he half aloud; "a man that'll steal +rum will hook money next. Wall, it won't be many days +before that city chap will buy his return ticket to Boston.<a name="Page_281" id="Page_281"></a> +Then I shan't have any further use for Abner. Let me +see," he soliloquized, "what I've got to do to-morrer? Git +the Deacon's money at ten, propose to Huldy 'bout half +past, git home to dinner at twelve, buy the grocery store +'bout quarter-past three; that'll be a pretty good day's +work!"</p> + +<p>Then the Professor mixed up a nightcap for himself and +was soon sleeping soundly, regardless of the broad smile +upon the face of the Man in the Moon, who looked down +upon the town with an expression that seemed to indicate +that he considered himself the biggest man in it.</p><p><a name="Page_282" id="Page_282"></a></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXVII" id="CHAPTER_XXVII"></a>CHAPTER XXVII.</h2> + +<h3>TOWN POLITICS.<br /></h3> + +<p>At the table next morning the conversation was all about +the surprise party. The Cobb twins declared that +without exception it was the best party that had ever been +given at Mason's Corner, to their knowledge.</p> + +<p>After breakfast Quincy told Ezekiel that he was going +over to Eastborough Centre that morning; in fact, he should +like the single horse and team for the next three days, +as he had considerable business to attend to.</p> + +<p>He drove first to the office of the express company; but +to his great disappointment he was informed that no package +had arrived for him on the morning train. Thinking +that possibly some explanation of the failure of the bank +to comply with his wishes might have been sent by mail, +he went to the post office; there he found a letter from the +cashier of his bank, informing him that he had taken the +liberty to send him enclosed, instead of the five hundred +dollars in bills, his own check certified for that amount, and +stated that the local bank would undoubtedly cash the +same for him.</p> + +<p>As he turned to leave the post office he met Sylvester +Chisholm. Quincy greeted the young man pleasantly, and +asked him if he were in business at the Centre. Sylvester +replied that he was the compositor and local newsman on +the "Eastborough Express," a weekly newspaper issued +every Friday. The bank being located in the same building, +Quincy drove him over. Sylvester asked Quincy if he +would not step in and look at their office. Quincy did so. +A man about thirty years of age arose from a chair and +<a name="Page_283" id="Page_283"></a>stepped forward as they entered, saying, "Hello, Chisholm, +I have been waiting nearly half an hour for you."</p> + +<p>"Mr. Appleby, Mr. Sawyer," said Sylvester, introducing +the two men.</p> + +<p>"Mr. Appleby occupies a similar position on the 'Montrose +Messenger' to the one that I hold on the 'Eastborough +Express,'" said Sylvester, by way of explanation to +Quincy. "We exchange items; that is, he supplies me with +items relating to Montrose that are supposed to be interesting +to the inhabitants of Eastborough, and I return the +compliment. Here are your items," said Sylvester, passing +an envelope to Mr. Appleby.</p> + +<p>Mr. Appleby seemed to be in great haste, and with a +short "Good morning" left the office.</p> + +<p>"He is a great friend of Professor Strout's," remarked +Sylvester.</p> + +<p>"You speak as though you were not," said Quincy.</p> + +<p>"Well," replied Sylvester, "I used to think a good deal +more of him at one time than I do now, not on account of +anything that he has done to me, but I do not think he has +treated one of my dearest friends just right. Did you hear +anything, Mr. Sawyer, about his being engaged or likely +to be engaged to Deacon Mason's daughter, Huldy?"</p> + +<p>Quincy looked at Sylvester and then laughed outright.</p> + +<p>"No, I haven't heard of any such thing," he replied, +"and considering certain information that I have in my +mind and which I know to be correct, I do not think I ever +shall."</p> + +<p>"Will you tell me what that information is?" asked Sylvester.</p> + +<p>"Well, perhaps I will," said Quincy, "if you will inform +me why you wish to know."</p> + +<p>"Well, the fact is," remarked Sylvester, "that for quite a +while Professor Strout and my sister Bessie, whom you saw +last night at the party and with whom you danced, kept +company together, and everybody over here to the Centre +<a name="Page_284" id="Page_284"></a>thought that they would be engaged and get married one +of these days; but since that concert at the Town Hall, +where you sang, a change of mind seems to have come over +the Professor, and he has not seen my sister except when +they met by accident. She thinks a good deal of him still, +and although the man has done me no harm personally, of +course I do not feel very good toward the fellow who makes +my sister feel unhappy."</p> + +<p>"Now," said Quincy, "what I am going to say I am +going to tell you for your personal benefit and not for publication. +I happen to know that Miss Huldy Mason is engaged +definitely to Mr. Ezekiel Pettengill, and has been +for some time. Now, promise me not to put that in your +paper."</p> + +<p>"I promise," said Sylvester, "unless I obtain the same information +from some other source."</p> + +<p>"All right," rejoined Quincy, and shaking hands with +the young man he crossed the passageway and went into +the bank.</p> + +<p>He presented his certified check, and the five hundred +dollars in bills were passed to him, and he placed them in +his inside coat pocket. He was turning to leave the bank +when he met Deacon Mason just entering.</p> + +<p>"Ah, Deacon," said he, "have you come to draw some +money? I think I have just taken all the bank bills they +have on hand."</p> + +<p>"I hope not," said the Deacon, "I kinder promised some +one that I'd be on hand about noon to-day with five hundred +dollars that he wants to use on a business matter this afternoon."</p> + +<p>Quincy took the Deacon by the arm and pulled him one +side, out of hearing of any other person in the room.</p> + +<p>"Say, Deacon Mason, I am going to ask you a question, +which, of course, you can answer or not, as you see fit; but +if this business matter turns out to be what I think it is, I +may be able to save you considerable trouble."</p><p><a name="Page_285" id="Page_285"></a></p> + +<p>"I don't think you would ask me any question that I +ought not to answer," replied the Deacon, glancing up at +Quincy with a sly look in his eye and a slight smile on his +face.</p> + +<p>"Well," continued Quincy, "are you going to let Strout +have that money to pay down on account of the grocery +store?"</p> + +<p>"Why, yes," said the Deacon, "I guess you have hit it +about right. Strout seemed to think that there warn't +any doubt but what he could get the store, but as he said +the town clerk was willing to endorse his note, I came over +here last night just on purpose to find that out. I kinder +thought I was perfectly safe in letting him have the money."</p> + +<p>"Oh, you would be all right, Deacon, financially, if the +town clerk or any other good man endorsed his note; but +you see Strout won't need the money. I happen to know +of another man that is going to bid on that grocery store. +How much money do you think Strout can command; how +high will he bid?"</p> + +<p>"Well, he told me," the Deacon answered, "that he had +parties that would back him up to the extent of two thousand +dollars, and this five hundred dollars that I was goin' +to lend him would make twenty-five hundred, and he had +sort o' figured that the whole place, including the land and +buildings and stock, warn't wuth any more than that, and +that Benoni Hill would be mighty glad to get such a good +offer."</p> + +<p>"That's all right," said Quincy, "but I happen to know +a man that's going to bid on that grocery store and he will +have it if he has to bid as high as five thousand dollars, and +he is ready to put down the solid cash for it without any +notes."</p> + +<p>The Deacon glanced up at Quincy, and the sly look in his +eye was more pronounced than ever, while the smile on his +face very much resembled a grin.</p> + +<p>"I guess it must be some outside feller that is a-going to +<a name="Page_286" id="Page_286"></a>buy it then," said the Deacon, "for I don't believe there is +a man in Eastborough that would put up five thousand dollars +in cold cash for that grocery store, unless he considered +that he was paying for something besides groceries +when he bought it."</p> + +<p>"Well, I don't think, Deacon," continued Quincy, "that +we need go further into particulars; I think we understand +each other; all is, you come up to the auction this afternoon, +and if the place is knocked down to Strout I will let you +have the five hundred dollars that I have here in my pocket; +besides, it would have been poor business policy for you to +let him have the money on that note before the sale; for +if the store was not sold to him you could not get back your +money until the note became due."</p> + +<p>"That's so," assented the Deacon. "Well, I've got to +get home, cuz I promised to meet him by twelve o'clock."</p> + +<p>"So have I," said Quincy, "for I have got to see the man +who is going to buy the grocery store and fix up a few business +matters with him."</p> + +<p>Both men left the bank and got into their respective +teams, which were standing in front of the building.</p> + +<p>"Which road are you going, Deacon?" asked Quincy.</p> + +<p>"Waal, I guess, for appearance's sake, Mr. Sawyer, you +better go on the straight road, while I'll take the curved +one. Yer know the curved one leads right up to my barn +door."</p> + +<p>"Yes, I know," said Quincy, "I found that out last +night;" and the two men parted.</p> + +<p>Quincy made quick time on his homeward trip. As he +neared the Pettengill house he saw Cobb's twins and Hiram +standing in front of the barn. He drove up and threw the +reins to Bill Cobb, saying, "I shall want the team again +right after dinner;" and turning to Hiram, be said, "Come +down to Jacob's Parlor, I want to have a little talk with +you."</p> + +<p>They entered the large wood shed that Ezekiel's father +<a name="Page_287" id="Page_287"></a>had called by the quaint name just referred to, and took +their old seats, Quincy in the armchair and Hiram on the +chopping block facing him. Hiram looked towards the +stove and Quincy said, "It is not very cold this morning, I +don't think we shall need a fire; besides, what I have got to +say will take but a short time. Now, young man," continued +he, "how old did you say you were?"</p> + +<p>"I am about thirty," replied Hiram.</p> + +<p>"You are about thirty?" repeated Quincy, "and yet you +are satisfied to stay with Deacon Mason and do his odd jobs +for about ten dollars a month and your board, I suppose."</p> + +<p>"Well, he isn't a mean man," said Hiram, "he gives me +ten dollars a month and my board, and two suits of clothes +a year, including shoes and hats."</p> + +<p>"Have you no ambition to do any better?" asked Quincy.</p> + +<p>"Ambition?" cried Hiram, "why I'm full of it. I've +thought of more than a dozen different kinds of business +that I would like to go into and work day and night to +make my fortune, but what can a feller do if he hasn't any +capital and hasn't got any backer?"</p> + +<p>"Well, the best thing that you can do, Hiram, is to find a +partner; that's what people do when they have no money; +they look around and find somebody who has."</p> + +<p>"You mean," said Hiram, "that I've got to look 'round +and find some one who has got some money, who's willin' to +let me have part of it. There's lots of fellers in Eastborough +that have got money, but they hang to it tighter'n the +bark to a tree."</p> + +<p>"And yet," said Quincy, "a man like Obadiah Strout +can go around this town and get parties to back him up to +the extent of twenty-five hundred dollars."</p> + +<p>"Yes, I know," answered Hiram, "but he couldn't do +that if the parties didn't have a mortgage on the place, and +o' course if Strout can't keep up his payments they'll grab +the store and get the hull business. I happen to know that +one of the parties that's goin' to put his name on one of<a name="Page_288" id="Page_288"></a> +Strout's notes said quietly to another party that told a +feller that I heerd it from that it wouldn't be more'n a year +afore he'd be runnin' that grocery store himself."</p> + +<p>"Well, Hiram Maxwell, I've got some money that I am +not using just now. You know that I've got quite a large +account to settle with that Professor Strout, and I can afford +to pay pretty handsomely to get even with him. Now +do you think if you had that grocery store that you could +make a success of it?"</p> + +<p>"Could I?" cried Hiram, "waal, I know I could. I know +every man, woman, and child in this town, and there isn't +one of them that's got anythin' agin me that I knows of."</p> + +<p>"I'd back you up," said Quincy, "but I've got something +against you, and I will not agree to put my money into that +store until you explain to me something that you told me +several weeks ago. I don't say but that you told me the +truth as far as it went, but you didn't tell me the whole +truth, and that's what I find fault with you for."</p> + +<p>Hiram's eyes had dilated, and he looked at Quincy with a +wild glance of astonishment. Could he believe his ears? +Here was this young man, a millionaire's son, saying that +he would have backed him up in business but for the fact +that he had told him a wrong story. Hiram scratched his +head and looked perplexed.</p> + +<p>"True as I live, Mr. Sawyer, I don't remember ever +tellin' you a lie since I've known yer. I may have added +a little somethin' to some of my stories that I have brought +inter yer, jest to make them a little more interesting and +p'r'aps ter satisfy a little pussonal spite that I might have +agin some o' the parties that I was tellin' yer about, but I +know as well's I'm standin' here that I never told yer +nothin' in the way of a lie to work yer any injury. You've +alwus treated me white, and if there's one thing that Mandy +Skinner says she can't abear, it's a man that tells lies."</p> + +<p>"Then," remarked Quincy with a smile, "you think a +good deal of Miss Mandy Skinner's opinion?"</p><p><a name="Page_289" id="Page_289"></a></p> + +<p>"I ain't never seen any girl whose opinion I think more +of," answered Hiram.</p> + +<p>"Did you ever see any girl that you thought more of?" +continued Quincy.</p> + +<p>"Waal, I guess it's an open secret 'round town," said +Hiram, "that I'd marry her quicker'n lightnin', if she'd +have me."</p> + +<p>"Well, why won't she have you?" persisted Quincy.</p> + +<p>"That's easy to answer," said Hiram. "You stated the +situation purty plainly yourself when you counted up my +income, ten dollars a month and my food and two suits of +clothes. How could I pervide for Mandy out o' +that?"</p> + +<p>"Well," asked Quincy, "supposing I bought that grocery +store for you and you got along well and made money. +Do you think Mandy would consent to become Mrs. Maxwell?"</p> + +<p>"I can't say for sure, Mr. Sawyer, but I think Miss Mandy +Skinner would be at a loss for any good reason for refusin' +me, in case what you jest talked about come to pass," said +Hiram.</p> + +<p>"Now," proceeded Quincy, "we will settle that little matter +that I referred to a short time ago. You remember you +were telling me your war experiences. You said you were +never shot, but that you were hit with a fence rail at the +battle of Cedar Mountain."</p> + +<p>"Waal, I guess if you git my war record you will find +I didn't tell yer any lie about that."</p> + +<p>"Well, no," said Quincy, "that's all right; but why didn't +you tell me that on one occasion, when the captain of your +company was shot down, together with half the attacking +force, that you took his body on your back and bore him +off the field, at the same time sounding the retreat with +your bugle? Why didn't you tell me that on two separate +occasions, when the color sergeants of your company were +<a name="Page_290" id="Page_290"></a>shot and the flag fell from their grasp, that you took the +flag and bore it forward, sounding the charge, until you +were relieved of your double duty? In other words, when +there were so many good things that you could say for +yourself, why didn't you say them?"</p> + +<p>Hiram thought for a moment and then he said, "Waal, +I didn't think that I had any right to interduce outside matters +not connected with what we were talkin' about. You +asked me if I'd ever been shot, and I told yer how I got +hit; but I didn't consider the luggin' the cap'n off the field +or h'istin' Old Glory, when there wasn't anybody else to +attend to it jest that minute, come under the head of bein' +shot."</p> + +<p>Quincy laughed outright and extended his hand, which +Hiram took. Quincy gave it a hearty shake and said, +"Hiram, I think you're all right. I've decided to buy that +grocery store for you for two reasons. The first is that +you have served me well; Mandy has been very kind and +attentive to me, and I want to see you both prosper and be +happy. My second reason relates to the Professor, and, +of course, does not need any explanation, so far as you're +concerned. Now, you go up to the house, put on your best +suit of clothes, tell the Deacon that I want your company +this afternoon; I will drive up your way about two o'clock, +and we will go to the auction."</p> + +<p>While these events were taking place, others, perhaps +equally interesting, were transpiring in another part of +Mason's Corner. The Professor had not arisen until late, +but ten o'clock found him dressed in his best and surveying +his personal appearance with a pleased expression. He +felt that this was a day big with the fate of Professor Strout +and Mason's Corner!</p> + +<p>When he left Mrs. Hawkins's boarding house he went +straight to Deacon Mason's.</p> + +<p>"Is the Deacon in?" he asked, as pleasant-faced Mrs. +Mason opened the door.</p><p><a name="Page_291" id="Page_291"></a></p> + +<p>"No, he has gone over to the Centre. He said he'd got +to go to the bank to get some money for somebody, but +that he'd be back 'tween 'leven and twelve."</p> + +<p>"Oh, that's all right," said Strout, stepping inside the +door; "is Miss Huldy in?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, she's in the parlor; she went in to practise on her +music lesson, but I guess she's reading a book instead, for +I haven't heard the piano since she went in half an hour +ago."</p> + +<p>"Waal, I'll step in and have a little chat with her whilst +I'm waiting for the Deacon," said the Professor; "but you +just let me know as soon as the Deacon comes, won't you, +Mrs. Mason?"</p> + +<p>Mrs. Mason replied that she would, and the Professor +opened the parlor door and stepped in.</p> + +<p>"Oh, good morning, Miss Mason," said the Professor; "I +hope I see you enjoying your usual good health after last +evening's excitement."</p> + +<p>Huldy arose and shook hands with the Professor.</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes," said she, "I got up a little late this morning, +but I never felt better in my life. It was very kind of +you, Mr. Strout, and of my other friends, to show your appreciation +in such a pleasant manner, and I shall never forget +your kindness."</p> + +<p>"Waal, you know, I've always taken a great interest in +you, Miss Mason."</p> + +<p>"I know you have in my singing," answered Huldy, "and +I know that I have improved a great deal since you have +been giving me lessons."</p> + +<p>"But I don't refer wholly to your singin'," said the Professor.</p> + +<p>"Oh, you mean my playing," remarked Huldy. "Well, +I don't know that I shall ever be a brilliant performer on +the piano, but I must acknowledge that you have been the +cause of my improving in that respect also."</p> + +<p>"Waal, I don't mean," continued the Professor, "jest +<a name="Page_292" id="Page_292"></a>your singin' and your playin'. I've been interested in you +as a whole."</p> + +<p>"I don't exactly see what you mean by that, Mr. Strout, +unless you mean my ability as a housekeeper. I am afraid +if you ask my mother, she will not give me a very flattering +recommendation."</p> + +<p>"Oh, you know enough about housekeepin' to satisfy +me," said the Professor.</p> + +<p>Huldy by this time divined what was on the Professor's +mind; in fact, she had known it for some time, but had assured +herself that he would never have the courage to put +his hints, and suggestions, and allusions, into an actual declaration. +So she replied with some asperity, "What made +you think I was looking for a situation as housekeeper?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, nothin'," said he, "I wasn't thinkin' anythin' about +what I thought you thought, but I was a-thinkin' about +somethin' that I thought myself."</p> + +<p>Huldy looked up inquiringly.</p> + +<p>"What would you say," asked the Professor, "if I told +you that I thought of gettin' married?"</p> + +<p>"Well," replied Huldy, "I think my first question would +be, 'have you asked her?'"</p> + +<p>"No, I haven't yet," said the Professor.</p> + +<p>"Well, then, my advice to you," continued Huldy, "is +don't delay; if you do perhaps some other fellow may ask +her first, and she may consent, not knowing that you think +so much of her."</p> + +<p>"Well, I've thought of that," said the Professor. "I +guess you're right. What would you say," continued he, +"if I told you that I had asked her?"</p> + +<p>"Well, I should say," answered Huldy, "that you told +me only a minute or two ago that you hadn't."</p> + +<p>"Well, I hadn't then," said the Professor.</p> + +<p>"I don't really see how you have had any chance to ask +her, as you say you have," remarked Huldy, "in the short +<a name="Page_293" id="Page_293"></a>time that has passed since you said you hadn't. I am +not very quick at seeing a joke, Professor, but p'raps +I can understand what you mean, if you will tell me when +you asked her, and where you asked her to marry you."</p> + +<p>"Just now! Right here!" cried the Professor; and before +Huldy could interpose he had arisen from his chair and +had fallen on his knees before her.</p> + +<p>Huldy looked at him with a startled expression, then as +the whole matter dawned upon her she burst into a loud +laugh. The Professor looked up with a grieved expression +on his face. Huldy became grave instantly.</p> + +<p>"I wasn't laughing at you, Professor. I'm sure I'm +grateful for your esteem and friendship, but it never entered +my head till this moment that you had any idea of +asking me to be your wife. What made you think such a +thing possible?"</p> + +<p>The Professor was quite portly, and it was with some +little difficulty that he regained his feet, and his face was +rather red with the exertion when he had succeeded.</p> + +<p>"Well, you see," said he, "I never thought much about +it till that city feller came down here to board; then the +whole town knew that you and 'Zeke Pettengill had had a +fallin' out, and then by and by that city feller who was +boardin' with your folks went away, and I kinder thought +that as you didn't have any steady feller—"</p> + +<p>Huldy broke in,—"You thought I was in the market +again and that your chances were as good as those of any +one else?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, that's jest it," said the Professor. "You put it jest +as I would have said it, if you hadn't said it fust."</p> + +<p>"Well, really, Professor, I can't understand what gave +you and the whole town the idea that there was any falling +out between Mr. Pettengill and myself. We have grown +up together, we have always loved each other very much, +and we have been engaged to be married—"</p><p><a name="Page_294" id="Page_294"></a></p> + +<p>"Since when?" broke in the Professor, excitedly.</p> + +<p>"Since the day before I last engaged you to give me +music lessons," replied Huldy.</p> + +<p>What the Professor would have said in reply to this will +never be known; for at that moment Mrs. Mason opened +the door, and looking in, said, "The Deacon's come."</p> + +<p>Strout grasped his hat, and with a hurried bow and +"Good morning" to Huldy, left the room, closing the door +behind him. It must be said for the Professor that he bore +defeat with great equanimity, and when he reached the +great kitchen and shook hands with Deacon Mason, who +had just come in from the barn, the casual observer would +have noticed nothing peculiar in his expression.</p> + +<p>"Waal, Deacon," said he in a low tone, "did you git the +money?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, I've 'ranged 'bout the money," said the Deacon; +"but I had a talk with my lawyer, and he said it wasn't +good bizness for me to pay over the five hundred dollars +till the store was actually knocked down to you. Here's +that note of yourn that the town clerk endorsed las' night. +Neow, when the auctioneer says the store is yourn I'll give +yer the five hundred dollars and take the note. I'll be up +to the auction by half-past two, so you needn't worry, it'll +be jest the same as though yer had the money in yer hand."</p> + +<p>Strout looked a little disturbed; but thinking the matter +over quickly, he decided that he had nothing to gain by +arguing the question with the Deacon; so saying, "Be sure +and be on hand, Deacon, for it's a sure thing my gettin' +that store, if I have the cash to pay down," he left the house.</p> + +<p>He went up the hill and turned the corner on the way +back to his boarding house. When he got out of sight of +the Deacon's house he stopped, clenched his hands, shut his +teeth firmly together and stamped his foot on the ground; +then he ejaculated in a savage whisper, "Women are +wussern catamounts; you know which way a catamount's +<a name="Page_295" id="Page_295"></a>goin' to jump. I wonder whether she was honest about +that, or whether she's been foolin' me all this time; she'll +be a sorry girl when I git that store and 'lected tax collector, +and git app'inted postmaster. I've got three tricks +left, ef I have lost two. I wonder who it was put that idea +into the Deacon's head not ter let me have thet money till +the sale was over. I bet a dollar it wuz thet city feller. +Abner says thet he met Appleby on his way back to Montrose, +and he told him thet he saw thet city feller and the +Deacon drive off tergether from front o' the bank. Oh! +nonsense, what would the son of a millionaire want of a +grocery store in a little country town like this?" and he +went into his boarding house to dinner.</p> + +<p>A few moments after two o'clock Strout could restrain +his impatience no longer, and leaving his boarding house +he walked over to the grocery store. Quite a number of +the Mason's Corner people were gathered in the Square, for +to them an auction sale was as good as a show. Quincy +had not arrived, and the Professor tried to quiet his nerves +by walking up and down the platform and smoking a cigar. +The crowd gradually increased, quite a number coming in +teams from Montrose and from Eastborough Centre. One +of the teams from Montrose brought the auctioneer, Mr. +Beers, with whom Strout was acquainted. He gave the +auctioneer a cigar, and they walked up and down the platform +smoking and talking about everything else but the +auction sale. It was a matter of professional dignity with +Mr. Barnabas Beers, auctioneer, not to be on too friendly +terms with bidders before an auction. He had found that +it had detracted from his importance and had lowered bids, +if he allowed would be purchasers to converse with him +concerning the articles to be sold. It was their business, +he maintained in a heated argument one evening in the +hotel at Montrose, to find out by personal inspection the +condition and value of what was to be sold, and it was his +<a name="Page_296" id="Page_296"></a>business, he said, to know as little about it as possible, for +the less he knew the less it would interfere with his descriptive +powers when, hammer in hand, he took his position on +the bench. Having established a professional standing, +Barnabas Beers was not a man to step down, and though +the Professor, after a while, endeavored to extract some +information from the auctioneer as to whether there was +likely to be many bidders, he finally gave it up in despair, +for he found Mr. Beers as uncommunicative as a hitching +post, as he afterwards told Abner Stiles.</p> + +<p>About half-past two Deacon Mason drove into the +Square, and the Professor went to meet him, and shook +hands with him. In a short time his other backers, who had +agreed to endorse his notes to the amount of two thousand +dollars, arrived upon the scene, and he took occasion to +welcome them in a manner that could not escape the attention +of the crowd. It was now ten minutes of three, and the +auctioneer stepped upon the temporary platform that had +been erected for him, and bringing his hammer down upon +the head of a barrel that had been placed in front of him, +he read, in a loud voice, which reached every portion of +the Square, the printed notice that for several weeks had +hung upon the fences, sheds, and trees of Mason's Corner, +Eastborough Centre, West Eastborough, and Montrose.</p> + +<p>It was now three o'clock, for that hour was rung out by +the bell on the Rev. Caleb Howe's church. The auctioneer +prefaced his inquiry for bids by the usual grandiloquence +in use by members of that fraternity, closing his oration +with that often-heard remark, "How much am I offered?"</p> + +<p>The Professor, who was standing by the side of Deacon +Mason's team, called out in a loud voice, "Fifteen hundred!"</p> + +<p>"Well, I'll take that just for a starter," said the auctioneer, +"but of course no sane man not fitted to be the inmate +of an idiotic asylum thinks that this fine piece of ground, +this long-built and long-established grocery store, filled to +overflowing with all the necessities and delicacies of the +<a name="Page_297" id="Page_297"></a>season, a store which has been in successful operation for +nearly forty years, and of which the good will is worth a +good deal more than the sum just bid, will be sold for any +such preposterous figure! Gentlemen, I am listening."</p> + +<p>Suddenly a voice from the rear of the crowd called out, +"T-o-o-t-o to to-oo-two thousand!"</p> + +<p>As if by magic, every head was turned, for the majority +of those in the crowd recognized the voice at once. There +was but one man in Mason's Corner who stammered, and +that man was Hiram Maxwell.</p> + +<p>They turned, and all saw seated in the Pettengill team +Hiram Maxwell, and beside him sat Mr. Sawyer from +Boston.</p> + +<p>"Oh, that's more like it," said the auctioneer. "Competition +is the life of trade, and is particularly pleasing to an +auctioneer. The first gentleman who bid now sees that +there is another gentleman who has a better knowledge of +the value of this fine property than he has evinced up to +the present moment. There is still an opportunity for +him to see the error of his ways, and put himself on record +as being an observing and intelligent person."</p> + +<p>All eyes were turned upon Strout at these words from +the auctioneer; his face reddened, and he called out, +"Twenty-five hundred!"</p> + +<p>"Still better," cried the auctioneer; "the gentleman, as I +supposed, has shown that he is a person of discernment; he +did not imagine that I was engaged simply to make a present +of this fine establishment to any one who would offer +any sum that suited his convenience for it. He knew as +well as I did that there would be a sharp contest to secure +this fine property. Now, gentlemen, I am offered twenty-five +hundred, twenty-five hundred I am offered, twenty-five +hundred—"</p> + +<p>Again a voice was heard from the team on the outer +limits of the crowd, "Twenty-five fifty!"</p> + +<p>The crowd again turned their gaze upon Strout; the<a name="Page_298" id="Page_298"></a> +Professor was not an extravagant man, and he had saved +a little money. He had in his pocket at the time a little +over a hundred dollars; he would not put it in the bank, +for, he argued, if he did everybody in town would know +how much money he had; so he called out, "Twenty-six +hundred!"</p> + +<p>"Ah, gentlemen," continued the auctioneer, "let me +thank you for the keen appreciation that you show of a +good thing. When I looked this property over I said +to myself, the bidders will tumble over themselves to secure +this fine property'; and I have not been disappointed."</p> + +<p>Again the faces of the crowd were turned towards the +team in which sat Quincy and Hiram. Hiram stood up in +the team, and masking a horn with his hands, shouted at the +top of his voice, for the time overcoming his propensity to +stammer, "Twenty-seven hundred!"</p> + +<p>"Better! still better!" cried the auctioneer; "we are now +approaching the figure that I had placed on this property, +and my judgment is usually correct. I am offered twenty-seven +hundred, twenty-seven hundred; who will go one +hundred better?"</p> + +<p>At this moment Abner Stiles, who had been watching the +proceedings with eyes distended and mouth wide open, +went up to Strout and whispered something in his ear. +Strout's face brightened, he grasped Abner's hand and +shook it warmly, then turning towards the auctioneer cried +out, "Twenty-eight hundred!"</p> + +<p>By this time the crowd was getting excited. To them it +was a battle royal; nothing of the kind had ever been seen +at Mason's Corner before. A great many in the crowd +were friends of Strout's, and admired his pluck in standing +out so well. They had seen at a glance that Abner Stiles +had offered to help Strout.</p> + +<p>Again the auctioneer called out in his parrot-like tone, +"Twenty-eight hundred! I am offered twenty-eight hundred!"</p><p><a name="Page_299" id="Page_299"></a></p> + +<p>And again Hiram put his hands to his mouth, and his +voice was heard over the Square as he said, "Three thousand!"</p> + +<p>"Now, gentlemen," continued the auctioneer, "I am +proud to be with you. When it is my misfortune to stand +up before a company, the members of which have no appreciation +of the value of the property to be sold, I often wish +myself at home; but, as I said before, on this occasion I am +proud to be with you, for a sum approximating to the true +value of the property offered for sale has been bidden. I +am offered three thousand—three thousand—three thousand—going +at three thousand! Did I hear a bid? No, +it must have been the wind whistling through the trees." +At this sally a laugh came up from the crowd. "Going at +three thousand—going—going—going—gone at three +thousand to—"</p> + +<p>"Mr. Hiram Maxwell!" came from the score of voices.</p> + +<p>"Gone at three thousand to Mr. Hiram Maxwell!" said +the auctioneer, as he brought down his hammer heavily +upon the barrel head with such force that it fell in, and, +losing his hold upon the hammer, that dropped in also. +This slight accident caused a great laugh among the crowd.</p> + +<p>The auctioneer continued, "According to the terms of +the sale, five hundred dollars in cash must be paid down to +bind the bargain, and the balance must be paid within +three days in endorsed notes satisfactory to the present +owner."</p> + +<p>Quincy and Hiram alighted from the Pettengill team +and advanced towards the auctioneer. Reaching the platform, +Quincy took from his pocket a large wallet and passed +a pile of bills to the auctioneer.</p> + +<p>"Make out a receipt, please," he said to Mr. Beers, "in +the name of Mr. Hiram Maxwell; the notes will be made +out by him and endorsed by me. If you will give a discount +of six per cent, Mr. Maxwell will pay the entire sum +<a name="Page_300" id="Page_300"></a>in cash within ten days; whichever proposition is accepted +by Mr. Hill will be satisfactory to Mr. Maxwell."</p> + +<p>The show was over and the company began to disperse. +Deacon Mason nodded to Strout and turned his horse's +head homeward. While Quincy and Hiram were settling +their business matters with the auctioneer, everybody had +left the Square with the exception of a few loungers about +the platform of the grocery store, and Strout and Abner, +who stood near the big tree in the centre of the Square, +talking earnestly to each other.</p> + +<p>The auctioneer, together with Quincy and Hiram, entered +the store to talk over business matters with Mr. Hill +and his son. Mr. Hill argued that Mr. Sawyer was good +for any sum, and he would just as soon have the notes; in +fact, he would prefer to have them, rather than make any +discount.</p> + +<p>This matter being adjusted, Mr. Hill treated the party +to some of his best cigars, which he kept under the counter +in a private box, and when Quincy and Hiram came out and +took their seats in the team, they looked about the Square +and found that the Professor and his best friend were not +in sight.</p> + +<p>The next morning at about nine o'clock, Abbott Smith +arrived at Pettengill's, having with him Mr. Wallace Stackpole. +Quincy was ready for the trip, and they started immediately +for Eastborough Centre. On the way Quincy had +plenty of time for conversation with Mr. Stackpole. The +latter gave a true account of the cause that had led to his +losing his election as tax collector at the town meeting a +year before. He had been taken sick on the train while +coming from Boston, and a kind passenger had given him +a drink of brandy. He acknowledged that he took too +much, and that he really was unable to walk when he +reached the station at Eastborough Centre; but he said +that he was not a drinking man, and would not have taken +the brandy if he had not been sick. They reached Eastborough<a name="Page_301" id="Page_301"></a> +Centre in due season, but made no stop, continuing +on to West Eastborough to the home of Abbott +Smith's father.</p> + +<p>Here Quincy was introduced to 'Bias Smith, and found +that what had been said about him was not overstated. He +was a tall, heavily-built man, with a hard, rugged face, but +with a pleasant and powerful countenance, and, in the +course of conversation, ran the whole gamut of oratorical +expression. He was what New England country towns +have so often produced—a natural-born orator. In addition +he was an up-to-date man. He was well read in history, +and kept a close eye on current political events, including +not only local matters, but State and National affairs +as well.</p> + +<p>Quincy gave him Strout's war record that he had obtained +from the Adjutant-General's office, and it was read +over and compared with that of Wallace Stackpole, which +was also in 'Bias Smith's possession. Mr. Stackpole had +obtained from the town clerk a statement of taxes due and +collected for the past twenty years, and this was also delivered +to Mr. Smith. Quincy confided to Mr. Smith several +matters that he wished attended to in town meeting, +and the latter agreed to present them, as requested.</p> + +<p>It was finally settled that 'Bias Smith and Mr. Stackpole +should come over to Mason's Corner the following Saturday +and see if Deacon Mason would agree to act as moderator +at the annual town meeting on the following Monday, +the warrants for same having already been posted.</p> + +<p>When Quincy reached home he found Hiram waiting +for him. They went in to Jacob's Parlor and took their +accustomed seats.</p> + +<p>"Any news?" asked Quincy.</p> + +<p>"Not a word," said Hiram, "neither Strout or Abner +have been seen on the street sence the sale wuz over, but +Strout has got hold of it in some way that Huldy's engaged +to 'Zeke Pettengill, and it's all over town."</p><p><a name="Page_302" id="Page_302"></a></p> + +<p>At that moment Ezekiel opened the door and stepped +into the shed. There was a roguish twinkle in his eye and +a smile about his lips as he advanced towards Quincy.</p> + +<p>"Waal, the cat's out o' the bag," said he to Quincy.</p> + +<p>"Yes, Hiram was just telling me that Strout got hold of +it in some way."</p> + +<p>"Yaas," said Ezekiel, "he got hold of it in the most direct +way that he possibly could."</p> + +<p>"How's that," asked Quincy, "did Miss Mason tell him?"</p> + +<p>"Yaas," said Ezekiel, "he seemed to want a satisfactory +reason why she couldn't marry him, and it sorter seemed +to her that the best reason that she could give him was that +she was engaged to marry me."</p> + +<p>Hiram nearly lost his seat on the chopping block while +expressing his delight, and on Quincy's face there was a +look of quiet satisfaction that indicated that he was quite +well satisfied with the present condition of affairs.</p> + +<p>"By the way, Hiram," said Quincy, "I believe you told +me once that Mrs. Hawkins, who keeps the house where +the Professor boards, is Mandy Skinner's mother."</p> + +<p>"Yaas," said Hiram, "Mandy's father died and her mother +married Jonas Hawkins. He wasn't much account afore +he was married, but I understand that he has turned out +to be a rale handy man 'round the boardin' house. Mrs. +Hawkins's a mighty smart woman, and she knew just what +kind of a man she wanted."</p> + +<p>"Well," said Quincy, "I want you to tell Mandy to see +her mother as soon as she can, and engage the best room +that she has left in the house for a gentleman that I expect +down here from Boston next Monday night. Here's ten +dollars, and have Mandy tell her that this is her week's +pay in advance for room and board, counting from to-day."</p> + +<p>"Waal, I don't believe she'll take it," said Hiram; "she's +a mighty smart woman and mighty clus in money matters, +but she's no skin, and I don't believe she'll take ten dollars +for one week's board and room."</p><p><a name="Page_303" id="Page_303"></a></p> + +<p>"Well, if she won't take it," remarked Quincy, "Mandy +may have the balance of it for her trouble. The man wants +the room, and he is able to pay for it."</p> + +<p>Then Quincy and Ezekiel went into the house for supper.</p> + +<p>The next morning Quincy found that Uncle Ike had not +forgotten his promise, for he was on hand promptly, dressed +for a trip to Eastborough Centre. This time they took the +carryall and two horses, and Uncle Ike sat on the front +seat with Quincy.</p> + +<p>They reached Eastborough Centre and found Dr. Tillotson +awaiting them. The return home was quickly made +and Uncle Ike took the doctor to the parlor. Then he +went to Alice's room, and Quincy heard them descend the +stairs. The conversation lasted for a full hour, and Quincy +sat in his room thinking and hoping for the best. Suddenly +he was startled from his reveries by a rap upon the door, +and Uncle Ike said the doctor was ready. Quincy drove +him back to Eastborough Centre, and on the way the doctor +gave him his diagnosis of the case and his proposed treatment. +He said it would not be necessary for him to see her +again for three weeks, or until the medicine that he had left +for her was gone. He would come down again at a day's +notice from Quincy.</p> + +<p>On his return Mandy told him that Miss Alice was in +the parlor and would like to see him. As he entered the +room she recognized his footstep, and starting to her feet +turned towards him. He advanced to meet her and took +both her hands in his.</p> + +<p>"How can I thank you, my good friend," said she, "for +the interest that you have taken in me, and how can I repay +you for the money that you have spent?"</p> + +<p>Quincy was at first disposed to deny his connection with +the matter, but thinking that Uncle Ike must have told of +it, he said, "I don't think it was quite fair for Uncle Ike, +after promising to keep silent!"</p> + +<p>"It was not Uncle Ike's fault," broke in Alice; "it was +<a name="Page_304" id="Page_304"></a>nobody's fault. Nobody had told the doctor that there was +any secret about it, and so he spoke freely of your visit to +the city, and of what you had said, and of the arrangements +that you had made to have the treatment continued as long +as it produced satisfactory results. But," continued Alice, +"how can I ever pay you this great sum of money that it +will cost for my treatment?"</p> + +<p>"Do not worry about that, Alice," said he, using her +Christian name for the second time, "the money is nothing. +I have more than I know what to do with, and it is a pleasure +for me to use it in this way, if it will be of any benefit +to you. You can repay me at any time. You will get +money from your poems and your stories in due time, and +I shall not have to suffer if I have to wait a long time for +it. God knows, Alice," and her name fell from his lips as +though he had always called her by that name, "that if +half, or even the whole of my fortune would give you back +your sight, I would give it to you willingly. Do you believe +me?" And he took her hands again in his.</p> + +<p>"I believe you," she said simply.</p> + +<p>At that moment Mandy appeared at the door with the +familiar cry, "Supper's ready," and Quincy led Alice to +her old place at the table and took his seat at her side.</p><p><a name="Page_305" id="Page_305"></a></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 408px;"> +<a name="image9" id="image9" href="images/image9.png"> +<img src="images/image9-tn.png" width="408" height="261" alt="Quincy Makes A Speech (Act III.)" title="Quincy Makes A Speech (Act III.)" /> +</a> +<span class="caption">Quincy Makes A Speech (Act III.)</span> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXVIII" id="CHAPTER_XXVIII"></a>CHAPTER XXVIII.</h2> + +<h3>THE TOWN MEETING.<br /></h3> + +<p>The next day was Friday. After breakfast Quincy +went to his room and looked over the memorandum +pad upon which he had taken pleasure in jotting down the +various items of his campaign against the singing-master. +As he looked at the pad he checked off the items that he +had attended to, but suddenly started back with an expression +of disgust.</p> + +<p>"Confound it," said he, "I neglected to telegraph to those +congressmen when I was at Eastborough Centre last Tuesday. +I hope I'm not too late." He reflected for a moment, +then said to himself, "No, it's all right; this is the long +session, and my friends will be in Washington."</p> + +<p>He immediately wrote two letters to his Congressional +friends, stating that he had good reasons for having the +appointment of Obadiah Strout as postmaster at Mason's +Corner, Mass., held up for a week.</p> + +<p>"At the end of that time," he wrote, "I will either withdraw +my objections or present them in detail, accompanied +by affidavits in opposition to the appointment."</p> + +<p>Having finished the letters, he went downstairs to the +kitchen, and, as usual, found Hiram engaged in conversation +with Mandy.</p> + +<p>"You are just the man I want," said he to Hiram; "I +would like to have you take these letters to the Mason's +Corner post office and mail them at once. You can tell Mr. +Hill that the papers relating to the store are nearly ready, +and if he and his son will come here this afternoon we will +<a name="Page_306" id="Page_306"></a>execute them. I would like to have you and Mr. Pettengill +on hand as witnesses."</p> + +<p>Hiram started off on his mission, and Quincy returned to +his room and busied himself with the preparation of the +documents for the transfer of the grocery store, and the +making out of the necessary notes to cover the twenty-five +hundred dollars due for the same.</p> + +<p>He had not seen Alice at breakfast, nor did she appear +at the dinner table. He had followed the rule since she +came to the house not to make any open inquiries about her +health, but from words dropped by Ezekiel and Uncle Ike, +he had kept fairly well informed as to the result of her +treatment. At dinner Ezekiel remarked that his sister +had commenced to take her new medicine, and that he +reckoned it must be purty powerful, for she had said that +she didn't wish anything to eat, and didn't want anything +sent to her room.</p> + +<p>Quincy politely expressed his regrets at her indisposition +and trusted that she would soon be able to join them again +at meal time.</p> + +<p>About three o'clock in the afternoon, Samuel Hill and +his father arrived, and Hiram, remembering Quincy's instructions, +had found Ezekiel Pettengill, and all came to the +room together. It took a comparatively short time to +sign, seal, and deliver the documents and papers. It was +arranged that Samuel Hill and his father should take +charge of the grocery store and carry on the business until +a week from the following Monday; as Quincy told young +Hill that he had some business to attend to the early part +of the following week that would prevent his giving any +attention to the store until the latter part of the week.</p> + +<p>Quincy treated his principals and witnesses to cigars, and +an interchange of ideas was made in relation to the result +of the auction sale.</p> + +<p>"How does Strout take it?" inquired Quincy.</p> + +<p>"I don't know," spoke up Hiram. "He acts as though +<a name="Page_307" id="Page_307"></a>he thought I was pizen. Every time he sees me he crosses +over on t'other side of the street, if we happen to be comin' +towards each other."</p> + +<p>"Well, I imagine," said Quincy, "that your usefulness +to him has departed in some respects, but it's just as well."</p> + +<p>"Well," said young Hill, "I can tell you what he said +the other night in the grocery store. There was a crowd +of his friends there, and he remarked that you," turning to +Quincy, "might own Hill's grocery store, but that wasn't +the whole earth. He said that he had no doubt that he +would be elected unanimously as tax collector, and he was +sure of his appointment as postmaster, and if he got it he +should start another grocery store on his own hook and +make it lively for you."</p> + +<p>"Well," said Quincy with a laugh, "competition is the +life of trade, and I sha'n't object if he does go into the business; +but if he does, I will guarantee to undersell him on +every article, and I will put on a couple of teams and hire +a couple of men, and we'll scour Eastborough and Mason's +Corner and Montrose for orders in the morning, and then +we'll deliver all the goods by team in the afternoon in +regular Boston style. I never knew just exactly what I +was cut out for. I know I don't like studying law, and it +may be, after all, that it's my destiny to become a grocery-man."</p> + +<p>Quincy took Ezekiel by the arm, led him to the window, +and whispered something to him.</p> + +<p>Ezekiel laughed, then turned red in the face, then finally +said in an undertone, "Waal, I dunno, seems kinder early, +but I dunno but it jest as well might be then as any other +time. I hain't got nuthin' ter do this afternoon, so I think +I'll take a walk up there to see how the land lays."</p> + +<p>He said, "Good afternoon" to the others and left the +room.</p> + +<p>Quincy then took Samuel Hill by the arm in the same +manner as he had done to Ezekiel, led him to the window, +<a name="Page_308" id="Page_308"></a>and said something to him which wrought a similar effect +to that produced upon Ezekiel.</p> + +<p>Samuel thought for a moment and then said, "That ain't +a bad idea; I'm satisfied if the other party is. I'm going +to drive over this afternoon and tell the old gentleman that +matters are all fixed up, and I'll find out if there's any objection +to the plan. Guess I'll go now, as I've got to git +back to-night."</p> + +<p>So he said "Good afternoon," and, accompanied by his +father, took his departure.</p> + +<p>"Sit down, Hiram," said Quincy, "I want to have a talk +with you. Have you settled up that little matter with +Mandy?"</p> + +<p>"No," said Hiram, "not yet; I've ben tryin' to muster +up courage, but I haven't ben able to up to the present +moment."</p> + +<p>"I should think," remarked Quincy, "that a man who +had carried his captain off the field with a shower of bullets +raining about him, or who had pushed forward with his +country's flag in the face of a similar storm of bullets, +ought not to be afraid to ask a young girl to marry him."</p> + +<p>"Waal, do yer know," said Hiram, "I'm more afraid o' +Mandy than I would be of the whole army."</p> + +<p>"Well," said Quincy, "I don't see any other way for you +except to walk up like a man and meet your fate. Of course +if I could do it for you I'd be willing to oblige you."</p> + +<p>"No, thank yer," said Hiram, "I kinder reckon thet little +matter had better be settled between the two principals in +the case without callin' in a lawyer."</p> + +<p>Quincy leaned over and whispered something to him.</p> + +<p>"By crickey!" said Hiram, "what put thet idea inter yer +head?"</p> + +<p>"Oh," said Quincy, "since I've had to spend so much +time plotting against my enemies, I've got into the habit of +thinking out little surprises for my friends."</p> + +<p>"Waal, I swan!" cried Hiram, "that would be the biggest +<a name="Page_309" id="Page_309"></a>thing ever happened in Mason's Corner. Well, I rather +think I shall be able to tend to that matter now, at once. +One, two, three," said Hiram, "just think of it; well, that's +the biggest lark that I've ever ben connected with; beats +buying the grocery store all holler."</p> + +<p>"Well," continued Quincy, "you three gentlemen understand +it now, and if matters can be arranged I will do +my part, and I promise you all a grand send-off; but not a +word of it must be breathed to outside parties, remember. +It won't amount to anything unless its' a big surprise."</p> + +<p>"All right," said Hiram, "I kinder reckon Sawyer's surprise +party will be a bigger one than Strout's was."</p> + +<p>"Oh," continued Hiram, "I 'most forgot. Mandy was +up ter see her mother abeout thet room for thet man that's +comin' down from Boston Monday night, and Mis' Hawkins +says the price of the room is three dollars per week +and the board fifty cents a day. Mandy paid for the room +for a week, and Mis' Hawkins says after she takes out what +the board comes to she'll give the balance back ter Mandy."</p> + +<p>"That's all right," said Quincy, "I've heard from the +man in Boston, and he'll surely occupy the room next +Monday night. Mandy can tell her mother to have it all +ready."</p> + +<p>Next morning about ten o'clock, Abbott Smith drove +over from Eastborough Centre, accompanied by his father +and Wallace Stackpole. Quincy took his place beside Mr. +Stackpole on the rear seat of the carryall, and Abbott drove +off as though he intended to return to Eastborough Centre, +but when he reached the crossroad he went through, then +turning back towards Mason's Corner, drove on until he +reached Deacon Mason's barn, following the same plan that +Ezekiel had on the night of the surprise party.</p> + +<p>They found the Deacon at home, and all adjourned to +the parlor, where 'Bias Smith stated his business, which +was to ask the Deacon to act as Moderator at the town +meeting on the following Monday. The Deacon objected +<a name="Page_310" id="Page_310"></a>at first, but finally consented, after Mr. Smith had explained +several matters to him.</p> + +<p>"Yer know," said the Deacon, "my fellow citizens have +tried on several occasions to have me run for selectman, +but I reckoned thet I wuz too old to be out so late nights +and have to drive home from Eastborough at ten or 'leven +o'clock at night. Besides I've worked hard in my day, +and there's no place I like so well as my own home. I'm +alwus sorry to go away in the mornin' and alwus glad ter +git home at night, and although I consider that every citizen +ought ter do everything he can for the public good, I +reckon thet there's a good many more anxious than I am +to serve the town, and I'm not so consated but thet I think +they know how ter do it better'n I could. But as that +Moderator work comes in the daytime, as I stand ready to +do all I can for my young friend here," turning towards +Quincy, "I'll be on hand Monday mornin' and do the best +I can to serve public and private interests at the same +time."</p> + +<p>Wallace Stackpole, while the others were talking, had +taken a couple of newspapers from his pocket, and as Deacon +Mason finished, he looted up and said, "There's an +item here in the 'Eastborough Express,' Deacon, that I +imagine you'll be interested in. I'll read it to you: 'We are +informed on the best authority that Miss Huldy Mason, +only daughter of Deacon Abraham Mason of Mason's Corner, +is engaged to Mr. Ezekiel Pettengill. The day of the +marriage has not been fixed, but our readers will be informed +in due season.'"</p> + +<p>"I'm afraid, Deacon," said Quincy, "that's all my fault. +I met young Chisholm last Tuesday when I was over to the +Centre, and he told me something that actually obliged me +to confide in him the fact that I knew that your daughter +was not likely to become Mrs. Obadiah Strout, but he +promised me on his word of honor that he would not put it +<a name="Page_311" id="Page_311"></a>in the paper unless he got the same information from some +other source."</p> + +<p>The Deacon haw-hawed in good old-fashioned country +style.</p> + +<p>"Waal," said he, "young Chisholm tackled me, and said +he heard a rumor abeout Huldy and Strout, and, as you say, +Mr. Sawyer, he kinder 'bliged me to set him right. But +he made me a promise, as he did you, thet he wouldn't say +anythin' abeout it unless some other feller told him the +same thing."</p> + +<p>"That young man is sure to get ahead in the world; he +buncoed us both, Deacon," said Quincy.</p> + +<p>"Waal, I dunno as I know just what you mean by buncoed," +said the Deacon, "but I kinder think he got the best +of both on us on thet point."</p> + +<p>As they took their places again in the carryall, Quincy +said to Mr. Smith, "If you can drive to Mr. Pettengill's +house and wait a few minutes, I think I'll go over to Eastborough +Centre with you. I'm going to Boston this afternoon, +and shall not be back again until Monday night."</p> + +<p>This they consented to do, and after Quincy had obtained +certain papers and had packed his travelling bag, he left +word with Mandy that he would not be back to the house +until Tuesday of the following week, and it might be +Wednesday, as he was going to Boston to see his parents.</p> + +<p>When they reached Eastborough Centre, Quincy went at +once to the post office; there he found a short letter from +Leopold Ernst. It read as follows:</p> + +<p>"Dear Q:—</p> + +<p>"Come up and see me as soon as you can; I shall be at +home all day Sunday. Am ready to report on the stories, +but have more to say than I have time to write.</p> + +<p class="right3"> +Invariably thine,</p> +<p class="right1"> +<span class="smcap">Leopold Ernst</span>." +</p><p><a name="Page_312" id="Page_312"></a></p> + +<p>Quincy then crossed the Square and entered the office of +the "Eastborough Express." Sylvester flushed a little as +Quincy came in, but the latter reassured him by extending +his hand and shaking it heartily.</p> + +<p>"Is the editor in?" asked Quincy.</p> + +<p>"No," replied Sylvester, "he never shows up on Saturdays."</p> + +<p>"Who is going to report the town meeting?" continued +Quincy.</p> + +<p>"I am," answered Sylvester. "The editor will be on +hand, but he told me yesterday that he should depend on +me to write the meeting up, because he had a little political +work to attend to that would take all his time. He told +me he was going over to see 'Bias Smith on Sunday, so I +imagine that Mr. Smith and he are interested on the same +side."</p> + +<p>"Well, Mr. Chisholm," said Quincy, "you managed that +little matter about Miss Mason's engagement so neatly that +I have something for you to do for me. I'm going to Boston +this afternoon, and shall not be back until half-past +seven Monday night. I'm going over to see Mr. Parsons +when I leave here, and shall arrange with him to supply all +our boys with all they want to eat and drink next Monday."</p> + +<p>"Well, the boys, as you call them, will be pretty apt to +be hungry and thirsty next Monday," laughed Sylvester.</p> + +<p>"That's all right," said Quincy, "I'll stand the bills."</p> + +<p>"How's Parsons going to know which are our boys?" +continued Chisholm. "They ought to have some kind of +badge or some kind of a password, or your enemies, as well +as your friends, will be eating up your provisions."</p> + +<p>"That's what I want you to attend to," added Quincy. +"I'll arrange with Parsons that if anybody gives him the +letters B D on the quiet, he is to consider that they are on +our side, and mustn't take any money from them, but chalk +it up on my score. Now, I depend upon you, Mr. Chisholm, +<a name="Page_313" id="Page_313"></a>to give the password to the faithful, and to pay you +for your time and trouble just take this."</p> + +<p>And he passed a twenty-dollar bill to Sylvester. The +latter drew back.</p> + +<p>"No, Mr. Sawyer," said he, "I cannot take any money for +that service. This work is to be done, for I understand +the whole business, to defeat the man who, I think, has +treated my sister in a very mean manner, and I'm willing +to work all day and all night without any pay to knock +that fellow out. Let's put it that way,—I'm working against +him, and not for you; and, looking at it that way, of course, +there's no reason why you should pay me anything."</p> + +<p>"All right," rejoined Quincy, "I should have no feeling +if you took the money, but I can appreciate your sentiments, +and will have no feeling because you do not take +it. One of these days I may be able to do as great a service +for you, as you are willing to do for me between now +and next Monday."</p> + +<p>They shook hands and parted, and Quincy made his way +to the Eagle Hotel, of which Mr. Seth Parsons was the +proprietor. Mr. Parsons greeted him heartily and invited +him into his private room. Here Quincy told the arrangement +that he had made with young Chisholm, and gave +him the password.</p> + +<p>"Don't stint them," said Quincy, "let them have a good +time; but don't let anybody know who pays for it. I shall +be down on the half-past seven express, Monday night, and +I would like to have a nice little dinner for eight or nine +people ready in your private dining-room at eight o'clock. +Mr. Tobias Smith knows who my guests are to be, and if I +am delayed from any cause, he will tell you who are entitled +to go in and eat the dinner."</p> + +<p>The next train to Boston was due in ten minutes, and +shaking hands with the hotel proprietor, he made his way +quickly to the station. As he reached the platform he noticed +that Abner Stiles was just driving away; the thought +<a name="Page_314" id="Page_314"></a>flashed through his mind that somebody from Mason's Corner +was going to the city; but that was no uncommon event, +and the thought passed from him.</p> + +<p>He entered the car, and, to his surprise, found that it +was filled; every seat in sight was taken. He walked forward +and espied a seat near the farther end of the car. He +noticed that a lady sat near the window; when he reached +it he raised his hat, and leaning forward, said politely, "Is +this seat taken?"</p> + +<p>"No, sir," replied a pleasant, but somewhat sad voice, +and he sank into the seat without further thought as to its +other occupant.</p> + +<p>When they reached the first station beyond Eastborough +Centre he glanced out of the window, and as he did so, +noticed that his companion was Miss Lindy Putnam.</p> + +<p>"Why, Miss Putnam," cried he, turning towards her, +"how could I be so ungallant as not to recognize you?"</p> + +<p>"Well," replied Lindy, "perhaps it's just as well that you +didn't; my thoughts were not very pleasant, and I should +not have been a very entertaining companion."</p> + +<p>"More trouble at home?" he inquired in a low voice.</p> + +<p>"Yes," answered Lindy, in a choked voice, "since Mr. +Putnam died it has been worse than ever. While he lived +she had him to talk to; but now she insists on talking to me, +and sends for me several times a day, ostensibly to do something +for her, but really simply to get me in the room so +she can talk over the old, old story, and say spiteful and +hateful things to me. May Heaven pardon me for saying +so, Mr. Sawyer, but I am thankful that it's nearly at an +end."</p> + +<p>"Why, what do you mean," asked Quincy, "is she worse?"</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Lindy, "she is failing very rapidly physically, +but her voice and mental powers are as strong as ever; in +fact, I think she is more acute in her mind and sharper in +her words than she has ever been before. Dr. Budd ordered +some medicine that I could not get at the Centre, and so +<a name="Page_315" id="Page_315"></a>there was no way for me except to go to the city for it. +Let me tell you now, Mr. Sawyer, something that I should +have been obliged to write to you, if I had not seen you. +I shall stay with Mrs. Putnam until she dies, for I promised +Jones that I would, and I could never break any promise +that I made to him; but the very moment that she's dead +I shall leave the house and the town forever!"</p> + +<p>"Shall you not stay to the funeral?" said Quincy; "what +will the townspeople say?"</p> + +<p>"I don't care what they say," rejoined Lindy, in a sharp +tone; "she is not my mother, and I will not stay to the +funeral and hypocritically mourn over her, when in my +secret heart I shall be glad she is dead."</p> + +<p>"Those are harsh words," said Quincy.</p> + +<p>"Not one-tenth nor one-hundredth as harsh and unfeeling +as those she has used to me," said Lindy. "No, my mind +is made up; my trunks are all packed, and she will not be +able to lock me in my room this time. I shall leave town +by the first train after her death, and Eastborough will +never see me nor hear from me again."</p> + +<p>"But how about your friends," asked Quincy, "supposing +that I should find out something that would be of interest +to you; supposing that I should get some information +that might lead to the discovery of your real parents, how +could I find you?"</p> + +<p>"Well," replied Lindy, "if you will give me your promise +that you will not disclose to any one what I am going to +say, I will tell you how to find me."</p> + +<p>"You have my word," replied Quincy.</p> + +<p>"Well," answered Lindy, "I'm going to New York! I +would tell you where, but I don't know. But if you wish +to find me at any time advertise in the Personal Column of +the 'New York Herald'; address it to Linda, and sign it +Eastborough," said she, after a moment's thought. "I shall +drop the name of Putnam when I arrive in New York, but +what name I shall take I have not yet decided upon; it will +<a name="Page_316" id="Page_316"></a>depend upon circumstances. But I shall have the 'New +York Herald' every day, and if you advertise for me I +shall be sure to see it."</p> + +<p>She then relapsed into silence, and Quincy forbore to +speak any more, as he saw she was busy with her own +thoughts. They soon reached the city and parted at the +door of the station. She gave him her hand, and as he held +it in his for a moment, he said, "Good-by, Miss Linda." +She thanked him for not saying "Miss Putnam" with a +glance of her eyes. "I may not see you again, but you may +depend upon me. If I hear of anything that will help you +in your search for your parents, my time shall be given to +the matter, and I will communicate with you at the earliest +moment. Good-by."</p> + +<p>He raised his hat and they parted.</p> + +<p>Town Meeting Day proved to be a bright and pleasant +one. At nine o'clock the Town Hall was filled with the +citizens of Eastborough. They had come from the Centre, +they had come from West Eastborough and from Mason's +Corner. There were very nearly four hundred gathered +upon the floor, the majority of them being horny-handed +sons of toil, or, more properly speaking, independent New +England farmers.</p> + +<p>When Jeremiah Spinney, the oldest man in town, who +had reached the age of ninety-two, and who declared that +he hadn't "missed a town meetin' for seventy year," called +the meeting to order, a hush fell upon the assemblage. In +a cracked, but still distinct voice, he called for a nomination +for Moderator of the meeting. Abraham Mason's name, +of Mason's Corner, was the only one presented. The choice +was by acclamation; for it was acknowledged on all sides +that Deacon Mason was as square a man as there was in +town.</p> + +<p>The newly-elected Moderator took the chair and called +upon the clerk to read the warrant for the meeting. This +was soon done, and the transaction of the town's business +<a name="Page_317" id="Page_317"></a>begun in earnest. It will be, of course, impossible and unnecessary +to give a complete and connected account of all +that took place in town meeting on that day. For such an +account the trader is referred to the columns of the "Eastborough +Express," for it was afterwards acknowledged on +all sides that the account of the meeting written by Mr. +Sylvester Chisholm was the most graphic and comprehensive +that had ever appeared in that paper. We have to do +only with those items in the warrant that related directly +or indirectly to those residents of the town with whom we +are interested.</p> + +<p>When the question of appropriating a certain sum for +the support of the town Almshouse was reached, Obadiah +Strout sprang to his feet and called out, "Mister Moderator," +in a loud voice. He was recognized, and addressed +the chair as follows:</p> + +<p>"Mister Moderator, before a vote is taken on the questions +of appropriatin' for the support of the town poor, I +wish to call the attention of my fellow-citizens to a matter +that has come to my knowledge durin' the past year. A +short time ago a man who had been a town charge for more +than three years, and whose funeral expenses were paid by +the town, was discovered by me to be the only brother of +a man livin' in Boston, who is said to be worth a million +dollars. A very strange circumstance was that the son of +this wealthy man, and a nephew of this town pauper, has +been livin' in this town for several months, and spendin' +his money in every way that he could think of to attract +attention, but it never occurred to him that he could have +used his money to better advantage if he had taken some of +it and paid it to the town for takin' care of his uncle. +These facts are well known to many of us here, and I move +that a ballot—"</p> + +<p>Tobias Smith had been fidgeting uneasily in his seat +while Strout was speaking, and when he mentioned the +word "ballot," he could restrain himself no longer, but +<a name="Page_318" id="Page_318"></a>jumped to Bids feet and called out in his stentorian voice, +"Mister Moderator, I rise to a question of privilege."</p> + +<p>"I have the floor," shouted Strout, "and I wish to finish +my remarks. This is only an attempt of the opposition to +shut me off. I demand to be heard!"</p> + +<p>"Mister Moderator," screamed Abner Stiles, "I move +that Mr. Strout be allowed to continue without further +interruption."</p> + +<p>The Moderator brought his gavel down on the table and +called out, "Order, order." Then turning to Tobias, he +said, "Mr. Smith, state your question of privilege."</p> + +<p>Strout sank into his seat, his face livid with passion; +turning to Stiles, he said, "This is all cooked up between +'em. You know you told me you saw Smith and Stackpole +and that city chap drivin' away from the Deacon's +house last Saturday mornin'."</p> + +<p>Stiles nodded his head and said, "I guess you're right."</p> + +<p>Mr. Smith continued, "My question of privilege, Mister +Moderator, is this: I desire to present it now, because when +I've stated it, my fellow citizen," turning to Strout, "will +find that it's unnecessary to make any motion in relation +to the matter to which he has referred. I hold in my hand +a letter from Mr. Quincy Adams Sawyer, whose father is +the Hon. Nathaniel Sawyer of Boston, and whose uncle was +Mr. James Sawyer, who died in the Eastborough Poorhouse +several weeks ago. By conference with Mr. Waters, +who is in charge of the Poorhouse, and with the Town +Treasurer, he ascertained that the total expense to which +the town of Eastborough has been put for the care of his +uncle was four hundred and sixty-eight dollars and +seventy-two cents. I hold his check for that sum, drawn to +the order of the Town Treasurer, and certified to be good +by the cashier of the Eastborough National Bank. He has +requested me to offer this check to the town, and that a +receipt for the same be given by the Town Treasurer."</p> + +<p>Strout jumped to his feet.</p><p><a name="Page_319" id="Page_319"></a></p> + +<p>"Mister Moderator, I am glad to learn," cried he, "that +this son of a millionaire has had his heart touched and his +conscience pricked by the kindness shown by the town of +Eastborough to his uncle, and I move the check be accepted +and a receipt given by the Town Treasurer, as requested."</p> + +<p>"Second the motion!" called out Abner Stiles.</p> + +<p>"Before puttin' the question," said the Moderator slowly, +"I want to say a few words on this matter, and as it may be +thought not just proper for me to speak from the chair, +I will call upon the Rev. Caleb Howe to take the same durin' +my remarks."</p> + +<p>The well-known clergyman at Mason's Corner came forward, +ascended the platform, took the chair, and recognized +Deacon Mason's claim to be heard.</p> + +<p>"I have heerd the motion to accept this check, an' I desire +ter say thet I am teetotally opposed to the town's takin' +this money. If the Honorable Nathaniel Sawyer, who's the +dead man's brother, or Mr. Quincy Adams Sawyer, who's +his nephew, had known that he wuz a pauper, they would +'er relieved the town of any further charge. We hev no +legal claim agin either of these two gentlemen. Our claim +is agin ther town of Amesbury, in which Mr. James Sawyer +was a citizen and a taxpayer. If Mr. Quincy Adams Sawyer +wishes to pay ther town of Amesbury after ther town +of Amesbury has paid us, thet's his affair and none o' our +business, but we've no legal right to accept a dollar from +him, when our legal claim is agin the town in which he hed +a settlement, and I hope this motion will not prevail."</p> + +<p>As Deacon Mason regained the platform loud cries of +"Vote! Vote! Vote!" came from all parts of the hall.</p> + +<p>Tellers were appointed, and in a few moments the result +of the vote was announced. In favor of Mr. Strout's motion +to accept the check, eighty-five. Opposed, two hundred +and eighty. And it was not a vote.</p> + +<p>"We will now proceed," said the Moderator, as he resumed +<a name="Page_320" id="Page_320"></a>the chair, "to consider the question of appropriating +money for the support of the Poor-farm."</p> + +<p>The next matter on the warrant of general interest was +the appropriation of a small sum of money to purchase +some reference books for the town library, which consisted +of but a few hundred volumes stowed away in a badly-lighted +and poorly-ventilated room on the upper floor of +the Town Hall.</p> + +<p>This question brought to his feet Zachariah Butterfield, +who was looked upon as the watchdog of the town treasury. +He had not supported Strout on the question of accepting +the check, because he knew the position taken by the Moderator +was legally correct, and he was very careful in opposing +appropriations to attack only those where, as it seemed +to him, he had a good show of carrying his point. He had +been successful so often, that with him success was a duty, +for he had a reputation to maintain.</p> + +<p>"Mister Moderator," he said, "I'm agin appropriatin' any +more money for this 'ere town lib'ry. We hev got plenty +of schoolbooks in our schools; we hev got plenty of books +and newspapers in our houses, and it's my opinion thet those +people who spend their time crawlin' up three flights er +stairs and readin' those books had better be tillin' ther soil, +poundin' on ther anvil, or catchin fish. Neow, I wuz talkin' +with Miss Burpee, the librari'n, and she sez they want a +new Wooster's Dictshuneery, 'cause ther old one iz all worn +eout. Neow, I looked through the old one, and I couldn't +see but what it's jest as good as ever; there may be a few +pages missin', but what's thet amount ter when there's +more'n a couple of thousan' on 'em left?"</p> + +<p>Mr. Tobias Smith was again fidgeting in his seat. He +evidently had something to say and was anxious to say it.</p> + +<p>Mr. Butterfield continued: "Neow, to settle this question +onct fer all, I make ther motion that this 'ere lib'ry be +closed up and the librari'n discharged; she gits a dollar a +<a name="Page_321" id="Page_321"></a>week, and ther town ken use that fifty-two dollars a year, +in my opinion, to better advantege."</p> + +<p>"Mister Moderator," came again from Mr. Tobias Smith, +"I rise to a question of privilege—"</p> + +<p>Mr. Butterfield kept on talking: "Mister Moderator, this +is not a question of privilege; this is a question of expenditure +of money for a needless purpose. Yes, Mister Moderator, +for a needless purpose."</p> + +<p>Mr. Butterfield had evidently lost the thread of his discourse, +and Mr. Smith, taking advantage of his temporary +indecision, said, "I agree with the gentleman who has just +spoken; I am in favor of closing up this musty, dusty old +room, and saving the further expenditure of money upon +it."</p> + +<p>Mr. Butterfield, hearing these words, and not having sufficiently +collected his thoughts to say anything himself, +nodded approvingly and sank into his seat.</p> + +<p>Mr. Smith continued, "I have a proposition to submit in +relation to the town library. I hold in my hand a letter +from Mr. Quincy Adams Sawyer, whose name has been +previously mentioned—"</p> + +<p>Mr. Strout jumped to his feet.</p> + +<p>"Mister Moderator, I rise to a question of privilege."</p> + +<p>"I second the motion!" cried Abner Stiles.</p> + +<p>"State your question of privilege, Mr. Strout," said the +Moderator.</p> + +<p>"I wish to inquire," answered Strout, "if the time of +this town meetin' is to be devoted to the legitimate business +of the town, or is it to be fooled away in hearin' letters read +from a person who is not a citizen of the town, and who is +not entitled to be heard in this town meetin'?"</p> + +<p>"Mister Moderator," said Mr. Smith, "I am a citizen of +this town, and I'm entitled to be heard in this meeting, and +the matter that I'm about to bring to the attention of this +meeting is a most important one and affects the interests of +the town materially. I consider that I have a right to read +<a name="Page_322" id="Page_322"></a>this letter or any other letter that relates to the question +before the meeting, which is, 'Shall money be appropriated +to buy books for what is called the town library?' I say +NO; and my reason for this is contained in this letter, which +I propose to read."</p> + +<p>"Go on, Mr. Smith," said the Moderator.</p> + +<p>"Well," continued Mr. Smith, "Mr. Quincy Adams +Sawyer, in this letter, offers to the town of Eastborough +the sum of five thousand dollars, to be used either for purchasing +books and paying the expenses of a library to be +located in the Town Hall; or a portion of the money may +be used to build a suitable building, and the balance for the +equipment and support of the library."</p> + +<p>Mr. Butterfield was on his feet again.</p> + +<p>"Mister Moderator, I'm agin acceptin' this donation. If +we take it, we shall only jump out er the fryin-pan inter +the fire; instead of buyin' a few books and payin' the librari'n +a dollar a week, we shall hev to hev a jan'ter for +the new buildin', and pay fer insurance, and we shell hev +ter hev a librari'n ev'ry day in ther week, and by'm by the +ungodly will want ter hev it open on a Sunday, so thet they +kin hev a place to loaf in; and I'm agin the whole bizness +teetotally. I've sed my say; neow, you kin go ahead, and +do jest as you please."</p> + +<p>This was Mr. Butterfield's usual wind-up to his arguments; +but on this occasion it seemed to fail of its effect.</p> + +<p>The Moderator said, "Was Mr. Butterfield's motion seconded?" +There was no response. "Then the matter before +the meeting is the question of appropriating money +for the support of the town library."</p> + +<p>"Mister Moderator," said Mr. Smith, "I move that the +donation from Mr. Quincy Adams Sawyer be accepted, and +that the library be named 'The Sawyer Free Public Library +of the Town of Eastborough.'"</p> + +<p>"Second the motion!" came from a hundred voices.</p> + +<p>Strout was on his feet again.</p><p><a name="Page_323" id="Page_323"></a></p> + +<p>"Mister Moderator," said he, "I move to amend the motion +by havin' it read that we decline, that the town declines +the donation without thanks."</p> + +<p>A loud laugh arose from the assemblage.</p> + +<p>Abner Stiles had evidently misinterpreted Mr. Strout's +motion, for he called out, "Mister Moderator," and when he +got the floor, "I move to amend so that the motion would +read, this library shall be called the Strout Free Library +of the Town of Eastborough."</p> + +<p>This was greeted with shouts of laughter, and Strout +grasped Abner by his coat collar and pulled him violently +back upon the settee.</p> + +<p>"Shut up, you fool," cried he between his teeth to Abner; +"do you want to make a laughin' stock of me?"</p> + +<p>"I kinder thought I wuz a-helpin' yer," said Abner, as +he ran his fingers down under his chin and pulled away his +shirt collar, which had been drawn back so forcibly that it +interfered with his breathing.</p> + +<p>"The question now," said the Moderator, "is on the adoption +of Mr. Smith's motion. Those in favor will please stand +up and be counted."</p> + +<p>When the tellers had attended to their duty the Moderator +said, "Those opposed will now rise and be counted."</p> + +<p>The vote was soon announced. In favor of accepting +the donation, three hundred and one; opposed, fifty-eight.</p> + +<p>"It's a vote," declared the Moderator.</p> + +<p>A dozen matters of minor importance were quickly disposed +of, and but one remained upon the warrant, with the +exception of the election of town officers. Little squads +of the members were now gathered together talking over +the most important question of the meeting, which was the +election of town officers for the ensuing year. The last +item on the warrant read: "Will the town appropriate +money to buy a new hearse?"</p> + +<p>Mr. Butterfield had evidently been holding himself in +<a name="Page_324" id="Page_324"></a>reserve, for he was on his feet in an instant, and he secured +the eye of the Moderator and the floor.</p> + +<p>"Mister Moderator," began Mr. Butterfield, "I desire to +raise my voice agin this biznez of unnecessary and unexampled +extravagance. What do we want of a new hearse? +Those who are dead and in the cemetery don't find any +fault with the one we've got, and those who are livin' have +no present use for it, and why should they complain? I +know what this means. This is only an enterin' wedge. +If this 'ere bill passes and we git a new hearse, then it'll be +said thet ther horses don't look as well as the hearse, and +then if ther hearse gits out in ther storm, we shell hev ter +pay money to git it polished up agin, and we who are livin' +will hev to work harder and harder for the benefit of those +who are jest as well satisfied with the old hearse as they +would be with a new one. I move, Mister Moderator, that +instid of buyin' a new hearse, thet ther old one be lengthened +six inches, which ken be done at a slight expense."</p> + +<p>Mr. Tobias Smith now took the floor.</p> + +<p>"I am glad that my friend has not opposed this measure +entirely, but has provided for my proper exit from this +world when my time comes. I must confess that it has +troubled me a great deal when I have thought about that +hearse. I was born down in the State of Maine, where the +boys and the trees grow up together. I stand six feet two +in my stockings and six feet three with my boots on, and +I haven't looked forward with any pleasure to being carried +to my last resting place in a hearse that was only six +feet long. I second Mr. Butterfield's motion, but move +to amend it by extending the length to seven feet."</p> + +<p>The vote was taken, and Mr. Butterfield's motion was +carried by a vote of three hundred and forty to twenty-two. +Mr. Butterfield sank back in his seat with an expression on +his face that seemed to say, "I've done the town some service +to-day."</p> + +<p>The Moderator then rose and said, "Fellow-citizens, all +<a name="Page_325" id="Page_325"></a>the business matters upon the warrant have now been disposed +of. We will now proceed to the election of town +officers for the ensuing year."</p> + +<p>Mr. Stackpole rose and called out, "Mister Moderator, +it is now nearly twelve o'clock, and some of us had to leave +home quite early this morning in order to be in time at the +meeting. I move that we adjourn till one o'clock, at which +time balloting for town officers usually commences."</p> + +<p>Forty voices cried out, "Second the motion," and although +Strout, Stiles, and several others jumped to their +feet and endeavored to secure the Moderator's eye, the motion +was adopted by an overwhelming vote, and the greater +portion of the members made their way out of the hall and +directed their steps towards the Eagle Hotel, as if the +whole matter had been prearranged. Here, Mr. Parsons, +the proprietor, had set out a most tempting lunch in the +large dining-room, and those who were able to give the +password were admitted to the room, and feasted to their +heart's content.</p> + +<p>Abner Stiles, impelled by curiosity, had followed the +party, and had noticed that each one said something to the +proprietor before he was admitted to the dining-room. +Going up to Parsons, he said, "What's goin' on in there?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, I guess they're having a caucus," replied Mr. Parsons.</p> + +<p>"When thet last feller went in," said Abner, "I saw that +the table was all set, and I kinder 'magined they must be +havin' a dinner. I'd kinder like some myself."</p> + +<p>"Well, I'm sorry," said Mr. Parsons, "but I cannot accommodate +any more than have already applied. You can +get a lunch over to the railroad station, you know, if you +want one."</p> + +<p>"I know," answered Abner, "but I kinder 'magine +they're talkin' over 'lection matters in there, and I'd rather +like ter know what's goin' on."</p><p><a name="Page_326" id="Page_326"></a></p> + +<p>"Well, I guess you'll find out when they get back to the +Town Hall," remarked Mr. Parsons; and he stepped forward +to greet three or four other citizens, who leaned over +and whispered in his ear.</p> + +<p>Mr. Parsons smiled and nodded, and opening the door +admitted them to the dining-room.</p> + +<p>"Well, that beats all," said Abner, as he went out on the +platform in front of the hotel. "They jest whispered somethin' +to him and he let 'em right in. I kinder think somethin's +goin' on and thet Strout ain't up to it. Guess I'll go +back and tell him," which he proceeded to do.</p> + +<p>He found Strout and some sixty or seventy of the citizens +still remaining in the Town Hall, the majority of whom +were eating the luncheons that they had brought with them +from home. Taking Strout aside, Abner confided to him +the intelligence of which he had become possessed.</p> + +<p>"'D'yer know what it means?" asked Abner.</p> + +<p>"No, I don't," said Strout, "but I bet a dollar that it's +some of that city chap's doin's. Is he 'round about town +this mornin'?"</p> + +<p>"No," said Abner, "he went to Bosting on the same train +with Miss Lindy Putnam, for I fetched her down, and I +saw him git inter the same car with her as I wuz drivin' +off."</p> + +<p>One o'clock soon arrived, and the large party that had +regaled themselves with the appetizing viands and non-alcoholic +beverages supplied by mine host of the Eagle +Hotel came back to the Town Hall in the best of spirits. +The majority of them were smoking good cigars, which +had been handed to them by the proprietor, as they passed +from the dining-room.</p> + +<p>When asked if there was anything to pay, Mr. Parsons +shook his head and remarked sententiously, "This is not the +only present that the town has received to-day," which was +a delicate way of insinuating the name of the donor of the +feast without actually mentioning it.</p><p><a name="Page_327" id="Page_327"></a></p> + +<p>The election of a dozen minor officers calls for no special +attention, except to record the fact that Abner Stiles, who +had cautiously taken a position several settees removed +from Strout, arose as the nominations were made for each +office, and in every case nominated Mr. Obadiah Strout for +the position, and it is needless to add that Mr. Obadiah +Strout had at least one vote for each office in the gift of +the town.</p> + +<p>The nomination of a collector of taxes for the town was +finally reached. Abner Stiles was first on his feet, and +being recognized by the Moderator, nominated "Mr. Obadiah +Strout, who had performed the duties of the office so +efficiently during the past year."</p> + +<p>Now the battle royal began. Mr. Tobias Smith next +obtained the floor and nominated Mr. Wallace Stackpole.</p> + +<p>"In presenting this nomination, Mister Moderator, I do +it out of justice to an old soldier who served the country +faithfully, and who lost the election a year ago on account +of an untrue statement that was widely circulated and +which could not be refuted in time to affect the question of +his election. I hold in my hand three documents. The +first one is a certified copy of the war record of Wallace +Stackpole, who entered one of our regiments of Volunteers +as a private, served throughout the war, and was honorably +discharged with the rank of captain. This record shows +that during his four years of service he was three times +wounded; in one instance so badly that for weeks his life +hung by a thread, and it was only by the most careful treatment +that amputation of his right arm was avoided. I +hold here also the war record of the present incumbent of +the office. From it I learn that he entered the army as a +private and was discharged at the end of two years still +holding the rank of private, and sent home as an invalid. +He is not to blame for this, but inspecting his record I find +that within a month after he joined the army he was detailed +for service in the hospital, and during the two years +<a name="Page_328" id="Page_328"></a>of his connection with the army he was never engaged in a +single battle, not even in a skirmish."</p> + +<p>Cries rose from certain parts of the hall in opposition to +the speaker, and Deacon Mason remarked that while it was +perfectly proper to compare the war records of the two +candidates for the position, it must be borne in mind that +because a man was a soldier, or, rather, because he did a +little more fighting than the other one, was no reason that +he would make a better tax collector.</p> + +<p>The Moderator's remarks were greeted with applause, +and Strout's face brightened.</p> + +<p>"I am glad to see the Deacon's bound to have fair play," +said he to an old farmer who sat next to him.</p> + +<p>"Waal, I guess you're more liable to git it than you are +disposed to give it," drawled the old farmer, who evidently +was not an adherent of the present incumbent of the office.</p> + +<p>Mr. Tobias Smith continued his remarks:</p> + +<p>"I acknowledge the correctness of the remarks just made +by our honored Moderator, and desire to say that I hold +in my hand a third document, which is a statement of the +taxes due and collected during the past twenty years by the +different persons who have held the office of tax collector. +I find during nineteen years of that time that the lowest +percentage of taxes left unpaid at the end of the year was +five per cent; the highest percentage during these nineteen +years, and that occurred during the war, was fourteen per +cent; but I find that during the past year only seventy-eight +per cent of the taxes due have been collected, leaving +twenty-two per cent still due the town, and the non-receipt +of this money will seriously hamper the selectmen during +the coming year, unless we choose a man who can give his +entire time to the business and collect the money that is +due. This statement is certified to by the town treasurer, +and I do not suppose that the present incumbent will presume +to question its accuracy."</p> + +<p>Strout evidently thought that a further discussion of the +<a name="Page_329" id="Page_329"></a>matter might work to his still greater disadvantage, for he +leaned over and spoke to one of his adherents, who rose +and said:</p> + +<p>"Mister Moderator, this discussion has taken a personal +nature, in which I am not disposed to indulge. I don't +think that anything will be gained by such accusations and +comparisons. It strikes me that the last speaker is trying +to give tit for tat because his candidate lost at the last +election; but I am one of those who believe that criminations +and recriminations avail nothing, and I move that we +proceed to vote at once."</p> + +<p>"Second the motion!" screamed Abner Stiles from the +settee on which he had assumed a standing posture.</p> + +<p>The vote was taken. Those in favor of Obadiah Strout +being called upon to stand up first, they numbered exactly +one hundred and one. Then those in favor of Wallace +Stackpole were called upon to rise, and they numbered +two hundred and eighty-four; several citizens having put in +an appearance at one o'clock who had not attended the +morning session.</p> + +<p>The next matter was the election of the Board of Selectmen; +and the old board was elected by acclamation without +a division. The meeting then adjourned without day.</p> + +<p>The five minutes past six train, express from Boston, arrived +on time, and at twenty minutes of eight, Mr. Quincy +Adams Sawyer entered the private dining-room in the +Eagle Hotel. There he found gathered Mr. Tobias Smith, +Mr. Wallace Stackpole, Mr. Ezekiel Pettengill, Mr. Sylvester +Chisholm, and the Board of Selectmen, making the +party of eight which Quincy had mentioned. It was eleven +o'clock before the dinner party broke up, and during that +time Quincy had heard from one or another of the party a +full account of the doings at the town meeting.</p> + +<p>It is needless to say that he was satisfied with the results, +but he said nothing to indicate that fact in the presence of +the Board of Selectmen. They were the first to leave, and +<a name="Page_330" id="Page_330"></a>then there was an opportunity for mutual congratulations +by the remaining members of the party. To these four +should be added Mr. Parsons, the proprietor, upon whose +face rested a broad smile when he presented his bill for the +day's expenses, and the sum was paid by Quincy.</p> + +<p>"We had a very pleasant time," remarked Mr. Parsons to +Mr. Sawyer as he bade him good evening.</p> + +<p>"I am delighted to hear it," said Quincy, "and I regret +very much that my business in the city prevented my being +here to enjoy it."</p> + +<p>On the way home with Ezekiel they went over the events +of the day again together, and Ezekiel told him many little +points, that for obvious reasons had been omitted at the +dinner party.</p> + +<p>Quincy was driven directly to Mrs. Hawkins's boarding +house, for he had explained his programme to Ezekiel. He +turned up his coat collar and pulled his hat down over his +eyes, as he was admitted; and, although Mrs. Hawkins's +eyes were naturally sharp, she did not recognize the late +comer, who proceeded upstairs to his room, which Mrs. +Hawkins informed him was right opposite the head of the +stairs, and there was a light burning in the room and a good +warm fire, and if he needed anything, if he would just call +to her inside of the next ten minutes, she would get it for +him.</p> + +<p>Quincy said nothing, but went into his room and shut the +door, and there we will leave him.</p> + +<p>As Strout and Abner drove back to Mason's Corner, after +the adjournment of the town meeting, nothing was said for +the first mile of the trip.</p> + +<p>Then Abner turned to him and remarked, "You ought +ter be well satisfied with to-day's perceedin's."</p> + +<p>"How do you make that out?" growled Strout.</p> + +<p>"Waal, I think the events proved," said Abner, "that +you wuz the most pop'lar man in ther town."</p> + +<p>"How do you make that out?" again growled Strout.</p><p><a name="Page_331" id="Page_331"></a></p> + +<p>"Why," said Abner, "you wuz nominated for every office +in the gift o' ther town, and that's more'n any other feller +could say."</p> + +<p>"If you don't shut up," said Strout, "I'll nominate you +for town idyut, and there won't be any use of any one runnin' +agin yer!"</p> + +<p>Abner took his reproof meekly. He always did when +Strout spoke to him. No more was said until they reached +home. Strout entered the boarding house and went upstairs +to his room, forgetting that there was a man from +Boston, to arrive late that evening, who was to have the +next room to his.</p> + +<p>Abner put up the horse and went home. As he went by +Strout's door, thoughts of the rum and molasses, and the +good cigar that he had enjoyed the night of the surprise +party one week ago went through his mind, and he stopped +before Strout's door and listened attentively, but there was +no sound, and he went upstairs disconsolately, and went to +bed feeling that his confidence in the Professor had been +somewhat diminished by the events of the day.</p><p><a name="Page_332" id="Page_332"></a></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXIX" id="CHAPTER_XXIX"></a>CHAPTER XXIX.</h2> + +<h3>MRS. HAWKINS' BOARDING HOUSE.<br /></h3> + +<p>Mrs. Hawkins waited patiently until eight o'clock +for the gentleman from Boston to come down to +breakfast. She then waited impatiently from eight o'clock +till nine. During that time she put the breakfast on the +stove to keep it warm, and also made several trips to the +front entry, where she listened to see if she could hear any +signs of movement on the part of her new boarder.</p> + +<p>When nine o'clock arrived she could restrain her impatience +no longer, and, going upstairs, she gave a sharp +knock on the door of Quincy's room.</p> + +<p>"What is it?" answered a voice, somewhat sharply.</p> + +<p>"It's nine o'clock, and your breakfast's most dried up," +replied Mrs. Hawkins.</p> + +<p>"I don't wish for any breakfast," said the voice within +the room, but in a much pleasanter tone. "What time do +you have dinner?"</p> + +<p>"Twelve o'clock," said Mrs. Hawkins.</p> + +<p>"All right," answered the voice, cheerfully. "I'll take +my breakfast and dinner together."</p> + +<p>"That beats all," said Mrs. Hawkins, as she entered the +kitchen.</p> + +<p>"What beats all?" asked Betsy Green, who worked for +Mrs. Hawkins.</p> + +<p>"It beats all," repeated Mrs. Hawkins, "how these city +folks can sit up till twelve o'clock at night, and then go without +their breakfast till noontime. I've fixed up somethin' +pretty nice for him, and I don't propose to see it wasted."</p><p><a name="Page_333" id="Page_333"></a></p> + +<p>"What are you goin' to do with it?" asked Betsy. +"'Twon't keep till to-morrer mornin'."</p> + +<p>"I'm goin' to eat it myself," said Mrs. Hawkins. And +suiting the action to the word, she transferred the appetizing +breakfast to the kitchen table, and, taking a seat, began +to devour it.</p> + +<p>"Have you seen your sister, Samanthy, lately?" she +asked.</p> + +<p>"I was up there Sunday evening," replied Betsy, "and +she said Mis' Putnam was failin' very fast. She keeps her +bed all the time now, and Samanthy has to run up and +down stairs, 'bout forty times a day. She won't let Miss +Lindy do a thing for her."</p> + +<p>"Well, if I was Lindy," said Mrs. Hawkins, "I wouldn't +do anything for her if she wanted me to. She used to abuse +that child shamefully. Is Miss Lindy goin' to keep house +arter her mother dies?"</p> + +<p>"No," said Betsy, "she's got her things all packed up, +and she told Samanthy she should leave town for well and +good as soon as her mother was buried."</p> + +<p>"I don't blame her," exclaimed Mrs. Hawkins. +"Where's Samanthy goin'?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, she says she wants to rest awhile afore she goes +anywheres else to live. She's all run down."</p> + +<p>"P'r'aps she'll go and stay with yer mother for a while."</p> + +<p>"No," said Betsy, "she won't go there."</p> + +<p>"Ain't yer mother 'n' her on good terms?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes," replied Betsy, "but the four boys send mother +five dollars a month apiece, and us girls give her two dollars +a month apiece, and it's understood that none of us is +to go and loaf 'round at home, 'less we pay our board."</p> + +<p>"That's all right," said Mrs. Hawkins. "You can tell +Samanthy for me that she can come here and stay a couple +o' weeks with you. Your bed's big enough for two, and I +won't charge her no board if she's willin' to wait on table +<a name="Page_334" id="Page_334"></a>at dinner time. You'll get the benefit of it, ye know, +Betsy, for you kin get the dinner dishes done so much earlier."</p> + +<p>"That's very kind of you, Mrs. Hawkins," said Betsy, +and the conversation lapsed for a moment till she inquired, +"Will your daughter Mandy stay with Mr. Pettengill +arter he marries Huldy Mason?"</p> + +<p>"I don't know," replied Mrs. Hawkins. "Mandy says +that Hiram Maxwell is the biggest fool of a man she ever +saw."</p> + +<p>"Then she must think a good deal of him," laughed +Betsy.</p> + +<p>"Wall, I fancy she does," replied Mrs. Hawkins; "and +I've no objections to him, seein' as that Mr. Sawyer is goin' +to put him inter the grocery store and back him up. But +Mandy says that he won't come to the pi'nt. He hints and +hints and wobbles all 'round the question, but he don't ask +her to marry him right out and out. Mandy says she won't +gin in until he does, for if she does, she says he'll be +chuckin' it at her one of these days that he didn't ask her +to marry him and be sayin' as how she threw herself at +him, but there's too much of the old Job Skinner spirit in +Mandy for her to do anythin' like that."</p> + +<p>At this moment Mrs. Hawkins looked up and saw Hiram +Maxwell standing in the half-open doorway that led into +the wood-shed.</p> + +<p>"List'ners never hear any good of themselves," remarked +Mrs. Hawkins, as Hiram advanced into the room.</p> + +<p>"I didn't hear nothin'," said Hiram. "I've got too +many things in my head to tell yer to mind any women's +talk," he continued.</p> + +<p>"What is it?" cried Mrs. Hawkins and Betsy simultaneously.</p> + +<p>"Well, fust," said Hiram, "early this mornin' your sister +Samanthy," here he looked at Betsy, "came tearin' down<a name="Page_335" id="Page_335"></a> +<a name="Page_336" id="Page_336"></a><a name="Page_337" id="Page_337"></a>to Deacon Mason's house and said as how Mis' Hepsey +Putnam was powerful bad, and she wanted me to run +down to 'Zeke Pettengill's and have him bring his sister +right up to the house, 'cause Mis' Putnam wanted to see +her afore she died, and the Deacon's wife said as how I +could go up with him and her, and so we druv up, and a +little while ago your sister Samanthy," here he looked at +Betsy again, "asked me if I'd drive over and ask Mis' +Hawkins if you," here he looked at Betsy for the third +time, "could come up and stay with her this arternoon, for +she thinks Mis' Putnam is goin' to die, and she don't want +to be left alone up in that big house."</p> + +<div class="figcenter"> + <a name="image10" id="image10" href="images/image10.png"> + <img src="images/image10-tn.png" alt="An Old-fashioned Husking Bee. (Act III.)" + title="An Old-fashioned Husking Bee. (Act III.)" /> + </a> + <p class="caption">An Old-fashioned Husking Bee. (Act III.)—Penalty of red ear.</p> +</div> + +<p>Betsy looked at Mrs. Hawkins inquiringly.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Hawkins saw the glance and said, "I can't spare +yer till arter dinner, Betsy; say 'bout one o'clock. You +kin go and stay till the fust thing to-morrer mornin'. I +guess I kin manage supper alone."</p> + +<p>"Samanthy will be much obleeged, Mis' Hawkins," said +Hiram. "I'll drive right back and tell her, and I'll drive +down agin about one o'clock arter Betsy."</p> + +<p>"List'ners get a good p'int now and then," remarked +Hiram to himself. "Now I see what made Mandy so +durned offish. Wall, she won't have any excuse in the +future. I guess I kin ask her a straight question when I +git good and ready, Mother Hawkins." And he struck +the horse such a violent blow with the whip that it required +all his attention for the next few minutes to bring him +down to a trot. When he had done so he had reached his +destination and his resentful feelings had subsided.</p> + +<p>After Hiram had gone, Mrs. Hawkins and Betsy busied +themselves getting dinner. Happening to glance out of +the window, the former exclaimed, "Why, there's Jonas, +and what on airth has he got in his hands?"</p> + +<p>Betsy ran to the window and looked out.</p> + +<p>"I guess it's a head of lettuce," said she.</p><p><a name="Page_338" id="Page_338"></a></p> + +<p>At that moment the door opened and Jonas Hawkins +entered, bearing a huge head of lettuce in his hand.</p> + +<p>"Wall, Marthy," said Mr. Hawkins, "how did the man +from Bosting like his breakfast? I kalkilated them fresh-laid +eggs would suit him to a T."</p> + +<p>"He ain't got up yet," replied Mrs. Hawkins.</p> + +<p>"Must have been putty tired," continued Mr. Hawkins. +"I kinder envy him. Do yer know, Marthy, if I wuz rich +I wouldn't 'git up any day till it wuz time to go to bed +agin." And he laughed loudly at his own remark.</p> + +<p>"What do yer expect me to do with that head of lettuce?" +asked Mrs. Hawkins with some asperity in her +tone.</p> + +<p>"Wall," said Jonas, "I was over to Hill's grocery and +he'd ordered some from Bosting for Mis' Putnam, but she's +too sick to eat 'em, so Sam gave me this one, 'cause we're +putty good customers, you know, and I kalkilated that if +you made up one of them nice chicken salads o' yourn it +might please the new boarder and the old ones too;" and +chuckling to himself he laid the lettuce on the kitchen +table and walked out into the wood-shed. In a few moments +he was vigorously at work chopping wood, whistling +to himself as he worked.</p> + +<p>"Mr. Hawkins is an awful good-natured man, isn't he?" +asked Betsy.</p> + +<p>"Yes," replied Mrs. Hawkins, "he's too all-fired good-natured +for his own good. If I'd known him twenty-five +years ago he'd have money in the bank now. His fust +wife wuz slacker'n dish water. But I guess we've talked +enough for one mornin', Betsy. You jest git that chicken +I boiled and bone it and chop it up, and I'll make the +dressin'."</p> + +<p>When twelve o'clock sounded from the bell in the +church tower, dinner was on the table at Mrs. Hawkins's +boarding house. By five minutes past twelve there were +<a name="Page_339" id="Page_339"></a>fourteen seated at the table, with one vacant chair. Professor +Strout sat at the head of the table. At his left was +Abner Stiles, while Robert Wood sat next to Stiles. The +vacant seat was at the Professor's right hand, and all eyes +were turned toward it, for all had heard of the Boston man +who had arrived the night before, but who, much to their +disappointment, had not appeared at breakfast.</p> + +<p>At ten minutes past twelve the door leading into the +dining-room from the front entry was opened quietly, and +the young man who entered, seeing the vacant chair near +the head of the table, took possession of it.</p> + +<p>For a moment nobody looked up, each apparently waiting +for some one else to take the initiative.</p> + +<p>Quincy, for it was he, broke the silence, and immediately +every face at the table was turned towards him.</p> + +<p>"How do you do, Professor?" said he. "Good afternoon, +Mr. Stiles and Mr. Wood. Ah, glad to see you, Mr. Hill," +he added, as he espied Samuel Hill at the farther end of the +table.</p> + +<p>The Professor's face grew crimson, then bright red, and +finally assumed a bluish tinge. Abner sat transfixed. The +others at the table had a charming diversity of expressions +on their faces, ranging from "grave to gay, from lively to +severe." No one at the table enjoyed the situation any +more than Samuel Hill, who was very fond of a joke and +who knew of Quincy's intention to meet his enemy at close +quarters.</p> + +<p>For several minutes no one spoke. Betsy flew from one +to the other waiting upon table, but a solemn hush seemed +to have fallen upon the dinner party. Again Quincy broke +the silence.</p> + +<p>"I trust, gentlemen," said he, "that you will not let my +presence interfere with your usual conversation. I have +no doubt Mr. Stiles can tell us a good story, and I am +<a name="Page_340" id="Page_340"></a>equally sure that Professor Strout has some entertaining +bit of village gossip that he would like to circulate."</p> + +<p>Here Samuel Hill purposely dropped his fork upon the +floor and was obliged to get under the table to recover it, +Betsy assisting him in the search. When they emerged +from under the table their faces were red with their exertions.</p> + +<p>As we have seen on other occasions, the Professor was +very quick in rescuing himself from any dilemma into +which he might be thrown. He saw an opportunity to +divert attention from himself and speedily improved it.</p> + +<p>"I think I'll have to walk over and see Miss Tilly James +this afternoon," said the Professor.</p> + +<p>At this shot at Samuel Hill and Betsy everybody +laughed, including Quincy, and thus the ice was broken.</p> + +<p>"I've heard some pretty big lies told in my life," said +Robert Wood, "but I think Abel Coffin, yer know him, +Professor, old Jonathan Coffin's son, the one that goes carpenterin', +he lives over in Montrose, yer know, can beat +anybody we've got in this town, not exceptin' you, Stiles;" +and he gave the latter a nudge with his elbow that nearly +knocked him out of his chair.</p> + +<p>"Tell us the story, Robert," said the Professor, who had +recovered his self-complacency; "we're dyin' to hear it."</p> + +<p>"Well," continued Robert Wood, "Abel had been shinglin' +a house, and I told him there wuz a place where he'd +left off a shingle. Abel laughed and, sez he, 'If I hadn't +better eyesight than you've got I'd carry a telescope 'round +with me.' 'Well,' sez I, thinkin' I'd fool him, 'let's see +which one of us has got the best eyesight.' I pointed up +to the ridgepole of the house, which was 'bout a hundred +feet off from where we stood, and sez I to Abel, 'Can you +see that fly walkin' along on the ridgepole near the chimney? +I ken.' Abel put his hand up back of his ear, and +<a name="Page_341" id="Page_341"></a>sez he, 'No, I can't see him, but I can hear him walkin' +'round.'"</p> + +<p>As Robert concluded, a loud shout of laughter went up +from the table. Quincy had no desire to be considered +"stuck up," so he joined in the laugh, although he had +heard the story in a different form before.</p> + +<p>So had the Professor, and he never allowed an old story +to be told in his presence without working in two lines of +doggerel which he had composed, and of which he was +very proud. So, turning to Robert Wood he said patronizingly, +"That was very well told, Robert. The story is +an old one, but you worked it up very nicely; but," continued +the Professor, "as I have often remarked on similar +occasions:</p> + +<p class="blockquot"> +It makes no difference whether a story's new or old,<br /> +Everything depends on the way it's told."<br /> +</p> + +<p>Turning quickly to Quincy he said, "No doubt Mr. Sawyer +can favor us with a story that we've never heard before."</p> + +<p>Quincy was a little taken aback, for the appeal was unexpected, +but he quickly recovered his self-possession and +said in a low but pleasant voice, "I am afraid that my story +will have to depend on the way it is told rather than upon +its novelty." He wondered if his hearers were acquainted +with the travels of Baron Munchausen, but decided to try +the experiment. "About a year ago," resumed Quincy, +"I went down to Maine on some law business. I transacted +it, but had to travel some ten miles to the county town to +record my papers. I had a four-wheeled buggy, and a +strong, heavily-built horse. It began to snow very fast +after I started, but I knew the road and drove steadily on. +As I approached the county town I noticed that the snow +was deeper than the highest building in the town, in fact, +<a name="Page_342" id="Page_342"></a>none of the town was visible, excepting about three feet of +the spire of the tallest church in the place."</p> + +<p>Quincy stopped and glanced about the table. Every eye +was fastened upon him, and all, including the Professor +and Stiles particularly, were listening intently. Quincy +continued his story:</p> + +<p>"I was well supplied with buffalo robes, so after tying +my horse firmly to the weather vane on the spire, I made +up a bed on the snow with my buffalo robes, and slept +soundly and comfortably all night. When I woke in the +morning I was still enveloped in the robes, but found to my +surprise that I was lying upon the ground. I looked +around, but there was no sign of snow anywhere. I arose +and looked about for my horse and buggy, but they were +not in sight. Then I remembered that I had tied my horse +to the weather vane. Casting my eyes upward I saw my +horse and buggy hanging by the strap, the horse having +secured a footing on the side of the spire. Happily I had +a revolver with me, and with one shot I severed the broad +leathern strap. Naturally the horse and buggy fell to the +ground. I put my buffalo robes back into the buggy, rode +to the court house, had my papers recorded, and then +drove back ten miles to town, none the worse for my adventure, +but the stableman charged me fifty cents for the +strap that I was obliged to leave on the church spire."</p> + +<p>A number of low whistles, intermixed with several +"whews!" were heard, as Quincy finished his story.</p> + +<p>"Wall, by thunder!" ejaculated Stiles, "how do yer account +for—"</p> + +<p>"I think it must have been a sudden thaw," remarked +Quincy, with a grave face.</p> + +<p>"One thing puzzles me," said the Professor.</p> + +<p>"What is that?" asked Quincy politely, "perhaps I can +explain."</p> + +<p>"Before you left the church," asked the Professor, "why +didn't you reach up and ontie that strap?"</p><p><a name="Page_343" id="Page_343"></a></p> + +<p>Another loud shout of laughter broke from the company, +and Quincy, realizing that the Professor had beaten him +fairly by putting a point on his own story, joined heartily in +the laugh at his own expense.</p> + +<p>"That reminds me," said Abner Stiles, "of an adventure +that I had several years ago, down in Maine, when I wuz +younger and spryer'n I am now."</p> + +<p>"How old be you?" said the Professor.</p> + +<p>"Wall," replied Abner, "the family Bible makes me out +to be fifty-eight, but jedgin' from the fun I've had I'm +as old as Methooserlar."</p> + +<p>This remark gave Stiles the preliminary laugh, which +he always counted upon when he told a story.</p> + +<p>"Did yer ever meet a b'ar?" asked he, directing his remark +to Quincy.</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Quincy, "I've stood up before one many a +time."</p> + +<p>"Well, really," exclaimed Abner, "how'd yer come off?"</p> + +<p>"Usually with considerable less money than when I went +up," replied Quincy, seeing that Abner was mystified.</p> + +<p>"What?" said Abner. "I mean a real black b'ar, one of +those big, shaggy fellers sech as you meet in the woods +down in Maine."</p> + +<p>"Oh," said Quincy, "I was talking about an open bar, +such as you find in bar-rooms and hotels."</p> + +<p>This time the laugh was on Abner, and he was considerably +nettled by it.</p> + +<p>"Go on, Abner, go on!" came from several voices, and +thus reassured, he continued:</p> + +<p>"Wall, as I wuz goin' to say, I was out partridge shooting +down in Maine several years ago, and all I had with me +was a fowlin' piece and a pouch of bird shot. In fact, I +didn't have any shot left, for I'd killed 'bout forty partridges. +I had a piece of strong twine with me, so I tied +their legs together and slung 'em over my shoulder. I +<a name="Page_344" id="Page_344"></a>was jest goin' to start for hum when I heerd the boughs +crackin' behind me, and turnin' 'round I saw—Geewhillikins!—a +big black b'ar not more'n ten feet from me. I +had nothin' to shoot him with, and knew that the only way +to save my life wuz to run for it. I jest bent over and +threw the partridges on the ground, thinkin' as I did so +that perhaps the b'ar would stop to eat them, and I could +git away. I started to run, but caught my toe in some +underbrush and went down ker-slap. I said all the prayers +I knew in 'bout eight seconds, then got up, and started to +run ag'in. Like Lot's wife, I couldn't help lookin' back, +and there wuz the b'ar flat on his back. I went up to him +kinder cautious, for I didn't know but he might be shammin', +them black b'ars are mighty cute; but, no, he wuz +deader'n a door nail. I took the partridges back to town, +and then a party on us came back and toted the b'ar home."</p> + +<p>Every one sat quietly for a moment, then Quincy asked +with a sober face, "What caused the bear's death; was it +heart disease?"</p> + +<p>"No," said Abner, "'twas some sort of brain trouble. +Yer see, when I threw those partridges onter the ground it +brought a purty powerful strain onto my galluses. When +we cut the b'ar up we found one of my pants buttons right +in the centre of his brain."</p> + +<p>Abner's story was greeted with those signs of approval +that were so dear to his heart, and Quincy, realizing that +when you are in Rome you must do as the Romans do, was +not backward in his applause.</p> + +<p>All eyes were now turned to the Professor.</p> + +<p>"I don't think," said he, "that I can make up a lie to +match with those that have jist been told, but if any of you +are enough interested in the truth to want to listen to a +true story, I kin tell you one that came under my observation +a few days ago."</p> + +<p>All looked inquiringly at Strout, but none spoke.</p><p><a name="Page_345" id="Page_345"></a></p> + +<p>"Wall," said he, "I s'pose I must consider as how silence +means consent, and go ahead. Wall" he continued, "you +all know, or most all on yer do, old Bill Tompkins, that +lives out on the road to Montrose. This occurrence took +place early las' summer. Old Bill hisself is too close-mouthed +to let on about it, but when I was over there the +other day, arter givin' Lizzy Tompkins her music-lesson, I +got talkin' with her mother, and one thing led to another, +and finally I got the whole story outer her. Old Bill had +a cow that they called 'Old Jinnie.' She was always mischeevous, +but last year she'd been wusser'n ever. She'd +git out of the barn nights, and knock down fences, and +tramp down flower gardens, and everybody said she wuz a +pesky noosance. One night old Bill and his family wuz +seated 'round the centre table in the sittin'-room. There +wuz Mary, his wife; and George, his oldest boy, a young +fellow about eighteen; Tommy, who is a ten-year-older, +and little Lizzy, who is about eight. George wuz readin' +somethin' out of a paper to 'em, when they heerd a-runnin' +and a-jumpin', and old Bill said, 'That varmint's got out of +the barn and is rampagin' 'round agin,' The winder +curt'ins wuz up, and old Jinnie must 'a' seed the light, for +she run pell-mell agin the house, and drove her horns +through the winder, smashin' four panes. Old Bill and +George managed to git her back inter the barn and tied her +up.</p> + +<p>"As they wuz walking back to the house, old Bill said, +'Consarn her picter, I'll make beef o' her to-morrer or my +name ain't Bill Tompkins,' When they got back to the +settin'-room, George said, 'How be yer goin' ter do it, dad?' +'Why, cut her throat,' said Bill. 'You can't do it,' said +George, 'the law sez yer must shoot her fust in the temple,' +'All right,' said old Bill, 'you shoot and I'll carve,' So next +mornin' they led old Jinnie out with her head p'inted +towards the barn. George had loaded up the old musket, +<a name="Page_346" id="Page_346"></a>and stood 'bout thirty feet off. George didn't know just +edzactly where the cow's temple wuz, but he imagined it +must be somewhere atween her eyes, so he fired and hit +her squar' in the forehead. That was enough for old Jinnie, +she jist ducked her head, and with a roar like the bull of +Bashan she put for George. He dropped the musket and +went up the ladder inter the haymow livelier'n he ever did +before, you kin bet. Old Jinnie struck the ladder and +knocked it galley-west. Old Jinnie then turned 'round and +spied little Tommy. He put, and she put arter him. There +wasn't nothin' else to do, so Tommy took a high jump and +landed in the pig-sty. Old Bill is kinder deef in one ear, and +he didn't notice much what wuz goin' on on that side of +him. He was runnin' the grindstone and puttin' a good +sharp edge on his butcher knife, when he happened to look +up and seed old Jinnie comin' head on. He dropped the +knife and started for the house, thinkin' he'd dodge in the +front door. Over went the grindstone and old Jinnie, too, +but she wuz up on her feet ag'in quicker'n scat. She +seemed to scent the old man, for when she got to the front +door she turned in and then bolted right into the parlor. +Old Bill heerd her comin', and he went head fust through +the open winder, and landed in the orchard. He got up +and run for a big apple-tree that stood out near the road, +and never stopped till he'd clumb nearly to the top. Little +Lizzie gave a yell like a catamount and ran behind the +pianner, which was sot out a little from the wall. Old Jinnie +went bunt inter the planner and made a sandwich of +Lizzie, who wuz behind it. Mis' Tompkins heard Lizzie +scream, and come to see what the matter was. When she +see Jinnie she jist made strides for the wood-shed, and old +Jinnie sashayed arter her. Mis' Tompkins went skitin' +through the wood-shed. There wuz a pair of steps that led +up inter the corn barn, and Mis' Tompkins got up there +jist as old Jinnie walked off with the steps. Then old Jinnie +<a name="Page_347" id="Page_347"></a>took a walk outside and looked 'round as unconsarned as +though nothin' had happened. Jist about this time one +of them tin peddlers come along that druv one of them red +carts with pots, and pans, and kittles, and brooms, and +brushes, and mops hung all over it. He spied old Bill up +in the tree, and sez he, 'What be yar doin', Farmer Tompkins?' +'Pickin' apples,' said old Bill. He don't waste +words on nobody. 'Ain't it rather early for apples?' inquired +the peddler. 'These are some I forgot to pick last +fall,' replied old Bill. 'Anythin' in my line?' said the peddler. +'Ain't got no money,' said Bill. 'Hain't you got +something you want to trade?' asked the peddler. 'Yes,' +said Bill, 'I'll swap that cow over yonder; you kin have her +for fifteen dollars, an' I'll take it all in trade,' 'Good +milker?' said the man. 'Fust-class butter,' said old Bill. +'What do you want in trade?' said the man. 'Suit yerself,' +said Bill, 'chuck it down side of the road there.' This was +soon done, and the peddler druv up front of old Jinnie and +went to git her, so as to tie her behind his waggin. She +didn't stop to be led. Down went her head agin and she +made for the peddler. He got the other side of his team +jist as old Jinnie druv her horns 'tween the spokes of the +forrard wheel. Down come the pots, and pans, and kittles, +in ev'ry direction. A clotheshorse fell on the horse's back +and off he started on a dead run, and that wuz the end of +poor Jinnie. Before she could pull back her horns, round +went the wheel and broke her neck. The peddler pulled up +his horse and went back to see old Bill, who was climbin' +down from the apple tree. 'What am I goin' to do about +this?' said the peddler. 'I wuz countin' on drivin' her over +to the next town and sellin' her or tradin' her off, but I +hain't got no use for fresh beef.' 'Wall,' said old Bill, 'considering +circumstances we'll call the trade off. You kin keep +your stuff and I'll keep my beef.' The peddler loaded up +and druv off. Then old Bill went in and pulled Lizzie out +<a name="Page_348" id="Page_348"></a>from behind the pianner, and put up the steps so Mrs. +Tompkins could come down from the corn barn, and fished +Tommy out of the pig-sty, and threw a bucket of water +over him, and put up the ladder so George could git down +from the haymow, and they all got round poor old Jinnie +and stood as hard as they could and laughed." Here Professor +Strout pushed back his chair and rose to his feet. +"That's how old Bill Tompkins got his beef."</p> + +<p>There was a general laugh and a pushing back of chairs, +and the whole company arose and went in various directions +to their afternoon work. Professor Strout went into +the front entry, for he always entered and left the house by +the front door. Quincy followed him, and closing the door +that led into the dining-room, said, "Mr. Strout, I would +like to see you in my room for half an hour on important +business."</p> + +<p>"I guess 'tain't as important as some business of my own +I've got to attend to this arternoon. I'm goin' over to the +Centre to fix up my accounts as tax collector with the town +treasurer."</p> + +<p>"I think my business is fully as important as that," said +Quincy, "it relates to your appointment as postmaster."</p> + +<p>"Oh, you've got a hand in that, have yer?" asked Strout, +an angry flush suffusing his face.</p> + +<p>"I have both hands in it," replied Quincy imperturbably, +"and it rests with you entirely whether I keep hold or let +go."</p> + +<p>"Wall," said Strout, looking at his watch, "I kin spare +you half an hour, if it will be as great an accommodation +to yer as yer seem to think it will."</p> + +<p>And he followed Quincy upstairs to the latter's room.</p><p><a name="Page_349" id="Page_349"></a></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXX" id="CHAPTER_XXX"></a>CHAPTER XXX.</h2> + +<h3>A SETTLEMENT.<br /></h3> + +<p>When they entered the room Quincy motioned +Strout to a chair, which he took. He then closed +the door and, taking a cigar case from his pocket, offered a +cigar to Strout, which the latter refused. Quincy then +lighted a cigar and, throwing himself into an armchair in a +comfortable position, looked straight at the Professor, who +returned his gaze defiantly, and said:</p> + +<p>"Mr. Strout, there is an open account of some two +month's standing between us, and I have asked you to +come up here to-day, because I think it is time for a settlement"</p> + +<p>"I don't owe you nuthin'," said Strout, doggedly.</p> + +<p>"I think you owe me better treatment than you have +given me the past two months," remarked Quincy, "but +we'll settle that point later."</p> + +<p>"I guess I've treated you as well as you have me," retorted +Strout, with a sneer.</p> + +<p>"But you began it," said Quincy, "and had it all your +own way for two months; I waited patiently for you to +stop, but you wouldn't, so the last week I've been squaring +up matters, and there is only one point that hasn't been +settled. From what I have heard," continued Quincy, "I +am satisfied that Miss Mason has received full reparation +for any slanderous remarks that may have been started or +circulated by you concerning herself."</p> + +<p>The Professor attentively regarded the pattern of the +carpet on the floor.</p> + +<p>Quincy continued, "Miss Lindy Putnam has repeated to +<a name="Page_350" id="Page_350"></a>me what she told Mr. Stiles about her visit to Boston, and +attributed the distorted and untrue form in which it reached +the inhabitants of this town to your well-known powers of +invention. Am I right?"</p> + +<p>The Professor looked up. "I'll have somethin' to say +when you git through," he replied.</p> + +<p>"I expect and ask no apology or reparation for what +you've said about me," remarked Quincy. "You made your +boast that one of us had got to leave town, and it wouldn't +be you. When I heard that I determined to stay at whatever +cost, and we'll settle this afternoon which one of us is +going to change his residence."</p> + +<p>"I don't think you kin run me out o' town," said Strout, +savagely.</p> + +<p>"Well, I don't know," rejoined Quincy. "Let us see +what I have done in a week. You insulted Mr. Pettengill +and his sister by not inviting them to the surprise party. I +know it was done to insult me rather than them, but you +will remember that we three were present, and had a very +pleasant time. I was the lawyer that advised Deacon Mason +not to loan that five hundred dollars to pay down on the +store. I told the Deacon I would loan him five hundred +dollars if the store was knocked down to you, but I would +have had that store if it had cost me ten thousand dollars +instead of three. I was the one who put your war record +in the hands of Mr. Tobias Smith, and I was the one that +prepared the statement which showed how negligent you +had been in attending to your duties as tax collector."</p> + +<p>"Payin' so much attention to other people's business +must have made yer forget yer own," said Strout, shutting +his teeth together with a snap.</p> + +<p>"Oh, no," remarked Quincy, with a laugh; "I had plenty +of time left to take a hand in village politics, and my friend +Mr. Stackpole was elected by a very handsome vote, as you +<a name="Page_351" id="Page_351"></a>have no doubt heard." Strout dug his heel into the carpet, +but said nothing.</p> + +<p>"Now," continued Quincy, "I've had your appointment +as postmaster held up till you and I come to terms."</p> + +<p>"You're takin' a lot of trouble for nothin'," said Strout. +"I can't be postmaster unless I have a store. I guess I kin +manage to live with my music teachin' and organ playin' +at the church."</p> + +<p>"I've thought of that," said Quincy. "I don't wish to go +to extremes, but I will if it is necessary. Before you leave +this room, Mr. Strout, you must decide whether you will +work with me or against me in the future."</p> + +<p>"S'posin' I decide to work agin yer?" asked Strout; +"what then?"</p> + +<p>"Well," said Quincy sternly, "if you drive me to it, I'll +bring down a couple of good music teachers from Boston. +They'll teach music for nothing, and I'll pay them good +salaries. The church needs a new organ, and I'll make +them a present of one, on condition that they get a new +organist."</p> + +<p>Strout looked down reflectively for a few minutes, then +he glanced up and a queer smile passed over his face. +"S'posin' I switch 'round," said he, "and say I'll work with +yer?"</p> + +<p>"If you say it and mean it, Mr. Strout," replied Quincy, +rising from his chair, "I'll cross off the old score and start +fresh from to-day. I'm no Indian, and have no vindictive +feelings. You and I have been playing against each other +and you've lost every trick. Now, if you say so, we'll play +as partners. I'll give you a third interest in the grocery +store for a thousand dollars. The firm name shall be Strout +& Maxwell. I'll put in another thousand dollars to buy a +couple of horses and wagons, and we'll take orders and deliver +goods free to any family within five miles of the store. +Maxwell will have a third, and I'll have a third as silent +<a name="Page_352" id="Page_352"></a>partner, and I'll see that you get your appointment as +postmaster."</p> + +<p>Quincy looked at Strout expectantly, awaiting his answer. +Finally it came.</p> + +<p>"Considerin' as how you put it," said Strout, "I don't +think you and me will clash in the futur'."</p> + +<p>Quincy extended his hand, which Strout took, and the +men shook hands.</p> + +<p>"That settles it," said Quincy.</p> + +<p>"Just half an hour!" exclaimed Strout, looking at his +watch.</p> + +<p>A loud knock was heard on the door.</p> + +<p>"I guess Abner has got tired o' waitin' and has come +arter me," remarked Strout.</p> + +<p>Quincy opened the door and Mr. Stiles stood revealed.</p> + +<p>"Is Professor Strout here?" asked he.</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Quincy; "come in."</p> + +<p>"I guess I'll see him out here," continued Abner. "What +I've got to say may be kinder private."</p> + +<p>"Come in, Abner," cried Strout, "and let's hear what's +on your mind."</p> + +<p>"Wall," said Abner, looking askance at Quincy, "if yer +satisfied, I am. Hiram Maxwell's jest came down from +Mis' Putnam's, and Mis' Heppy Putnam's dead,"—Quincy +started on hearing this,—"and Samanthy Green is +at her wits' end, 'cause she never was alone in the house +with a dead pusson afore, an' Hiram's goin' to take Betsy +Green back to stay with her sister, and then he's goin' to +take Miss Alice Pettengill down home, cuz Miss Pettengill's +most tired out; cuz, you see, she's been there since +eight o'clock this mornin', and Mis' Putnam didn't die till +about one o'clock, and Samanthy says Mis' Putnam took +on awful, so you could hear her all over the house, and +Miss Lindy Putnam, she's goin' to take the next train to +Bosting—she's goin', bag and baggage—and I've got to +<a name="Page_353" id="Page_353"></a>drive her over to the station, and Bob Wood, he's comin' +along with a waggin to carry her trunks and bandboxes +and sich, and so I've come to tell yer, Professor, that I +can't take yer over to the Centre this arternoon, no how."</p> + +<p>"That's all right, Abner," said Strout; "considerin' as +how things has gone, to-morrow will do just as well, but I +wish you'd drop in and tell the town treasurer that I'm +goin' into business with Mr. Maxwell and Mr. Sawyer +here,"—Abner's eyes dilated,—"under the firm name of +Strout, Maxwell, & Co."</p> + +<p>"No!" interrupted Quincy, "let the sign read, Strout & +Maxwell."</p> + +<p>"And," continued Mr. Strout, "Mr. Sawyer here is goin' +to push through my app'intment as postmaster."</p> + +<p>By this time Abner's mouth was wide open. Quincy saw +it, and imagined the conflict going on in poor Abner's +mind.</p> + +<p>"What Mr. Strout says is correct," remarked Quincy, +"but you have no time to lose now. Perhaps to-night Mr. +Strout will explain the matter more fully to you."</p> + +<p>Abner turned, without a word, and left the room.</p> + +<p>"Mr. Stiles is a faithful friend of yours," said Quincy, +turning to the Professor.</p> + +<p>"Yes," assented Strout; "Abner's a very good shaft +horse, but he wouldn't be of much vally as a lead."</p> + +<p>Quincy again extended his cigar case. This time the +Professor did not refuse, but took two. Holding up one +of them between his fingers, he said, "This is the one I +didn't take when I came in."</p> + +<p>"I will have the partnership papers drawn up in a few +days, Mr. Strout, ready for signature, and I will write at +once to my friends in Washington, and urge them to see +the Postmaster General, and have your appointment made +as soon as possible."</p><p><a name="Page_354" id="Page_354"></a></p> + +<p>"Yer don't let no grass grow under yer feet, do yer?" +said Strout.</p> + +<p>Quincy was a little taken aback by this remark, for he +had not anticipated a compliment from the Professor. He +turned to him and said, "Until you forfeit my esteem, we +are friends, and it is always a pleasure to me to help my +friends."</p> + +<p>The men shook hands again, and the Professor left the +room.</p> + +<p>"Not a bad man at heart," soliloquized Quincy. "I am +glad the affair has had such a pleasant termination. Poor +Alice! What a time she must have had with Mrs. Putnam, +and so Lindy is going to keep her word, and not stay to +the funeral. Well, knowing what I do, I don't blame her. +Perhaps Mrs. Putnam told Alice that Lindy was not her +own child, for Alice would not accept the fortune, I know, +if she thought she was wronging Lindy by doing so. I'll +go home,"—he smiled as he said this,—"and probably Alice +will tell me all about it."</p> + +<p>He went down stairs, and not seeing Mrs. Hawkins in +the dining-room, walked out into the kitchen, where she +was hard at work washing the dinner dishes.</p> + +<p>"Law, Mr. Sawyer, why didn't you holler for me ef you +wanted anything?"</p> + +<p>"I don't wish for anything particularly," said Quincy, +"but I do wish to compliment you on your chicken salad; it +was as fine as any I ever ate at Young's, or Parker's, in +Boston, and," continued he, "here are twelve dollars." He +held out the money to her, she wiped her hands on her +apron.</p> + +<p>"What's that fur?" she asked. "I've got six dollars of +your money now."</p> + +<p>"That's for Mandy," said Quincy; "and this," pressing +the money into her hand, "is for four weeks' room rent; I +am liable to come here any time during the next month. I +<a name="Page_355" id="Page_355"></a>am going into business with Mr. Strout and Mr. Maxwell—we're +going to run the grocery store over here, and it +will be very handy to be so near to the store until we get +the business established. Good afternoon, Mrs. Hawkins," +and he took her hand, which was still wet, in his, and shook +it warmly.</p> + +<p>He turned to leave the house by the kitchen door, but +Mrs. Hawkins interposed.</p> + +<p>"You better go out the front way," said she, and she ran +before him and opened the door leading to the front entry, +and then the front door. As he passed out, she said, "I +wish you success, Mr. Sawyer, and we'll gin you all our +trade."</p> + +<p>"Thank you!" said Quincy. He walked down the path, +opened the front gate, and as he closed it raised his hat to +Mrs. Hawkins, who stood in the front doorway, her thin, +angular face wreathed in smiles.</p> + +<p>"Wall," said she, as she closed the front door and walked +back into the kitchen, "what lies some folks tell. Now, that +Professor Strout has allus said that Mr. Sawyer was so +stuck up that he wouldn't speak to common folks. Wall, I +think he's a real gentleman. 'Twon't do for any one to run +him down to me after this."</p> + +<p>Here she thought of her money, and, spreading out the +three bills in her hand, she opened the kitchen door and +screamed at the top of her voice, "Jonas! Jonas!! Jonas!!!" +There were no signs of Jonas. "Where is that man? He's +never 'round when he's wanted."</p> + +<p>"What is it, Marthy?" said a voice behind her. Turning, +she saw her husband puffing away at his brierwood pipe.</p> + +<p>"I thought you went out to the barn," said she, "to help +Abner hitch up?"</p> + +<p>"Wall, I did," he replied; "but it didn't take two on us +long to do that. I eat so much chicken salad that it laid +kinder heavy on my stummick, so I went out in the wood-shed +<a name="Page_356" id="Page_356"></a>to have a smoke. But where did you git all that +money?"</p> + +<p>"Mr. Sawyer took the front room for two weeks and +paid for it ahead, and do you know he said my chicken +salad was jist as good as Mrs. Young and Mrs. Parker +makes down to Bosting."</p> + +<p>"I don't know Mrs. Young nor Mrs. Parker," said Jonas, +"but on makin' chicken salad I'll match Mrs. Hawkins +agin 'em any day;" and he went out in the wood-shed to +finish his smoke.</p> + +<p>As Quincy walked down the road towards the Pettengill +house his mind was busy with his thoughts.</p> + +<p>"To think," said he to himself, "that while I was listening +to those stories, to call them by no worse name, at the +dinner table, the woman I love was witnessing the death +agony and listening to the last words of a dear friend—the +woman who's going to leave her a fortune. Now that she +knows that she's an heiress, I can speak; she never would +have listened to me, knowing that she was poor and I was +rich, and I never could have spoken to her with that secret +in my mind that Mrs. Putnam told me—that she was going +to leave her all her money. I am so glad for Alice's sake, +even if she does not love me. She can have the best medical +attendance now, and she will be able to give all her +time to her literary work, for which she has a decided +genius. Won't she be delighted when I tell her that Leopold +has placed all her stories and wants her to write a +book?"</p> + +<p>As he reached the front gate he saw Hiram driving up +the road and Alice was with him. As Hiram stopped, +Quincy stepped forward and took Alice's hand to assist her +in alighting from the buggy.</p> + +<p>"Oh, Mr. Sawyer," said she, "have you heard that Mrs. +Putnam is dead, and I've had such a terrible day with her?"</p> + +<p>Her nervous system had been wrought to its highest +<a name="Page_357" id="Page_357"></a>tension by what she had undergone during the past six +hours. She burst into a flood of tears. Then she tottered +and would have fallen if Quincy had not grasped her.</p> + +<p>"Can you walk?" he asked.</p> + +<p>She took a step forward, but he saw at a glance that she +had not sufficient strength to reach her room.</p> + +<p>"Open the gate, Hiram. Then give the door-bell a good +sharp ring, so that Mandy will come quickly."</p> + +<p>He took her in his arms and went up the path, by the +astonished Mandy, and upstairs to Alice's room, where he +laid her tenderly upon her bed. Turning to Mandy, who +had followed close at his heels, he said:</p> + +<p>"She is not sick, only nervous and worn out. If you +need me, call me."</p> + +<p>He went into his own room and thanked Heaven that +he had been at hand to render her the service that she so +much needed. When he went down to supper Mandy told +him that Miss Alice was asleep, and she guessed she'd be +all right in the morning.</p><p><a name="Page_358" id="Page_358"></a></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXXI" id="CHAPTER_XXXI"></a>CHAPTER XXXI.</h2> + +<h3>AN INHERITANCE.<br /></h3> + +<p>Quincy reached his room at Mrs. Hawkins's boarding +house about midnight of the day of the town +meeting. About the same hour Mrs. Heppy Putnam +awoke from a troubled sleep and felt a pain, like the thrust +of a knife blade, through her left side. The room was +dark and cold, the wood fire in the open grate having died +out a couple of hours before, while a cool wind was blowing +with great force outside.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Putnam came of the old stock which considered it +a virtue to suffer and be silent, rather than call out and be +saved. So she lay for five long hours suffering intense +pain, but declaring to herself, with all the sturdiness of an +old Roman warrior or an Indian chief, that she would not +ask for any assistance "till it wuz time for folks to git up."</p> + +<p>This delay was fatal, or was destined to become so, but +she did not know it; she had had colds before, and she had +always got well. Why should'nt she now? It is a strange +vagary of old people to consider themselves just as young +as they used to be, notwithstanding their advanced years. +To the majority of the old people, the idea of death is not +so appalling as the inability to work and the incapacity to +enjoy the customary pleasures of life.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Putnam had always been an active, energetic +woman until she had lost her power to walk as the result of +rheumatic fever; in fact, it was always acknowledged and +said by the country folk that she was the better half of the +matrimonial firm of Silas and Hepsibeth Putnam. Since +her husband's failure to mount to Heaven on the day fixed +<a name="Page_359" id="Page_359"></a>for the Second Advent she had had entire control of the +family finances. Her investments, many of which had +been suggested by her deceased son, J. Jones Putnam, had +been very profitable.</p> + +<p>She owned the house in which she lived, which was the +largest, best finished, and best furnished one in the town of +Eastborough. It occupied a commanding position on the +top of a hill, and from its upper windows could be obtained +a fine view of the surrounding country. The soil at Mason's +Corner was particularly fertile, and this fact had led to the +rapid growth of the village, which was three miles from the +business centre of Eastborough, and only a mile from the +similar part of the adjoining town of Montrose.</p> + +<p>Back of the Putnam homestead were the best barns, carriage +houses, sheds and other outbuildings to be found in +the town, but for years they had been destitute of horses, +cattle, and other domestic animals.</p> + +<p>Mr. Putnam had disliked dogs because they killed sheep, +and Mrs. Putnam detested cats. For years no chanticleer +had awakened echoes during the morning hours, and no +hens or chickens wandered over the neglected farm. The +trees in the large orchard had not been pruned for a long +time, and the large vegetable garden was overrun with +grass and weeds.</p> + +<p>Back of the orchard and the vegetable garden, and to +the right and left of the homestead, were about a hundred +and sixty acres of arable pasture and wood-land, the whole +forming what could be easily made the finest farm in the +town.</p> + +<p>The farm had been neglected simply because the income +from her investments was more than sufficient for the support +of the family. The unexpended income had been +added to the principal, until Mrs. Putnam's private fortune +now amounted to fully fifty thousand dollars, invested +<a name="Page_360" id="Page_360"></a>in good securities, together with the house and farm, +which were free from mortgage.</p> + +<p>When the first streaks of morning reached the room +in which Mrs. Putnam lay upon her bed of pain, she seized +one of her crutches, and pounded vigorously upon the +floor. In a short time Samanthy Green entered the room. +She was buttoning up her dress as she came in, and her +hair was in a dishevelled condition.</p> + +<p>"Why, what on earth's the matter? You wheeze like +our old pump out in the barn. You do look real sick, to +be sure."</p> + +<p>"Wall, if you don't like the looks of me," said Mrs. Putnam +sharply, "don't look at me."</p> + +<p>"But didn't you pound?" asked Samanthy. "Don't you +want me to go for the doctor?"</p> + +<p>"No," replied Mrs. Putnam, "I don't want no doctor. +The fust thing that I want you to do is to go and comb +that frowzy pate of yourn, and when you git that done I +want yer to make me a mustard plaster 'bout as big as +that;" and she held up her hands about a foot apart. +"Now go, and don't stand and look at me as though I wuz +a circus waggin."</p> + +<p>Samanthy left the room quickly, but she had no sooner +closed the door when Mrs. Putnam called out her name +in a loud voice, and Samanthy opened the door and looked +in.</p> + +<p>"Did you call, marm?" she asked.</p> + +<p>"Of course I did," said Mrs. Putnam testily. "I guess +ye wouldn't have come back if yer hadn't known I did."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Putnam was evidently in a bad temper, and Samanthy +had learned by years of experience to keep a close +mouth under such circumstances, so she waited for Mrs. +Putnam's next words without replying. Finally Mrs Putnam +spoke. "I wish you'd bring up some wood and start +a fire, the room's kinder cold."</p><p><a name="Page_361" id="Page_361"></a></p> + +<p>When Samanthy reached the kitchen she found Lindy +there.</p> + +<p>"Why, Miss Lindy," said she, "what are you up so early +for?"</p> + +<p>"I heard mother pounding and I thought she might be +sick."</p> + +<p>"She is awful sick," rejoined Samanthy; "I never saw +her look so poorly afore; she seems to be all choked up. +She wants a big mustard plaster and a fire up in her room, +and I don't know which to do fust. Oh!" she cried, "I +must comb my hair before I go back;" and she wet a brush +and commenced brushing out her long brown hair, which, +with her rosy cheeks, formed her two principal claims to +good looks.</p> + +<p>"Sit down," said Lindy, "and I'll fix your hair up much +quicker than you can do it yourself."</p> + +<p>"And much better, too," added Samanthy thankfully.</p> + +<p>"While you're building the fire," continued Lindy, "I'll +mix up the mustard plaster."</p> + +<p>When Samanthy entered the chamber with the materials +for the fire, Mrs. Putnam opened her eyes and said sharply, +"Did yer bring that plaster?"</p> + +<p>"No," said Samanthy, "I thought I would build the fire +fust."</p> + +<p>"Wall," said Mrs. Putnam, "I want the plaster fust, and +you go right down stairs and mix it up quick."</p> + +<p>When Samanthy returned to the kitchen she found that +Lindy had the plaster all ready. Samanthy took it, and +started upstairs.</p> + +<p>Lindy said to her, "Don't tell her that I made it." As +she said this she stepped back into the kitchen and closed +the door.</p> + +<p>As Samanthy approached the bedside with the plaster, +Mrs. Putnam looked up and asked, "Did you make that +plaster, Samanthy?"</p> + +<p>"Yes'm," replied Samanthy.</p><p><a name="Page_362" id="Page_362"></a></p> + +<p>"You're lyin', Samanthy Green, and you know yer are. +You can't fool me. Didn't I hear yer talkin' to somebody +in the kitchen?"</p> + +<p>"Yes'm," assented Samanthy.</p> + +<p>"Wall," rejoined Mrs. Putnam, "of course I know who +it wuz yer wuz talkin' to. Did she make the plaster?"</p> + +<p>"Yes'm," again assented Samanthy.</p> + +<p>"Give it to me," said Mrs. Putnam.</p> + +<p>Samanthy passed it to her, and the old lady crumpled +it in her hand's and threw it across the room. "Now go +down stairs, Samanthy Green, and make me a mustard +plaster, as I told yer to, and when I git up outer this I'll +see if I can't git somebody to wait on me that kin tell the +truth 'thout my havin' to help 'em."</p> + +<p>In the course of half an hour the new plaster was made +and applied, and a bright fire was shedding its warmth +into the room.</p> + +<p>"Go down stairs and git yer breakfast," said Mrs. Putnam. +"'Tis a trifle early, but I hearn tell that lyin' makes +people hungry."</p> + +<p>As Samanthy gave her an inquiring look, Mrs. Putnam +said, "No, I don't want nothin' to eat or drink nuther, but +when yer git the dishes washed I want yer ter go on an +errand for me."</p> + +<p>It was half past six when Samanthy Green again stood +in Mrs. Putnam's room.</p> + +<p>"I want yer to go right down to Zeke Pettengill's and +tell his sister Alice that I want her to come right up here. +Tell her it's my las' sickness, and I won't take 'no' for an +answer. Be sure you put it to her jest as I do; and Samanthy," +as Samanthy opened the door and was leaving +the room, "say, Samanthy, don't git anybody to do the +errand for you."</p> + +<p>About ten minutes after Samanthy left the house, Lindy +Putnam entered the sick room. Mrs. Putnam's pain had +<a name="Page_363" id="Page_363"></a>been relieved somewhat by the mustard, and this relief restored, +to a great extent, her usual vigor of mind.</p> + +<p>"What are you up here for?" cried Mrs. Putnam, a look +of displeasure clouding her face.</p> + +<p>"I knew Samanthy had gone out, and so I came up to +see if I could do anything for you, mother."</p> + +<p>"Don't mother me. I ain't your mother, and I mean +everybody shall know it soon's I'm dead."</p> + +<p>"I've had to say mother before other people," explained +Lindy, "and that's why I forgot myself then. Pray excuse +me."</p> + +<p>"Oh, don't put on yer citified airs when yer talkin' to me. +Ain't yer glad I'm goin' ter die?"</p> + +<p>"I hope you will get better, Mrs. Putnam," answered +Lindy.</p> + +<p>"You know better," rejoined Mrs. Putnam. "You'll be +glad when I'm gone, for then you kin go gallivantin' 'round +and spend the money that my son worked hard fur."</p> + +<p>"I've used very little of it," said Lindy; "less than the +interest; I have never touched the principal."</p> + +<p>Lindy still remained standing at the foot of the bed.</p> + +<p>"Didn't yer hear me say I didn't want nuthin'?" asked +Mrs. Putnam.</p> + +<p>"I will leave the room then," replied Lindy quietly.</p> + +<p>"I wish you would," said Mrs. Putnam, "and you'll do +me a favor if you'll pack yer duds as quick as yer can +and git out of the house and never come back agin."</p> + +<p>"I will leave the room, but I cannot leave the house +while you are alive," remarked Lindy firmly.</p> + +<p>"Why not?" said Mrs. Putnam. "I want to die in peace, +and I shall go much easier if I know I haven't got to set +my eyes on your face agin."</p> + +<p>"I promised Jones," said Lindy, "that I would never +leave you while you were alive."</p> + +<p>"Oh, you promised Jones, did yer?" cried Mrs. Putnam +<a name="Page_364" id="Page_364"></a>with a sneer. "Wall, Jones will let you off on yer promise +jest to 'blige me, so yer needn't stay any longer."</p> + +<p>As Lindy walked towards the door, Mrs. Putnam spoke +again.</p> + +<p>"Did yer ever tell anybody I wasn't yer mother?" Lindy +hesitated. "Why don't you out with it," said Mrs. Putnam, +"and say no, no matter if it is a lie? Samanthy can +lie faster'n a horse can trot, and I know you put her up to +it."</p> + +<p>"I have been impudent and disrespectful to you many +times, Mrs. Putnam, when you were cross to me, but I +never told you a deliberate lie in my life. I have told one +person that you were not my mother."</p> + +<p>"What did yer do it fur?" asked Mrs. Putnam.</p> + +<p>"I wished to retain his good opinion," replied Lindy.</p> + +<p>"Who was it?" inquired Mrs. Putnam eagerly. Lindy +did not answer. "Oh, you won't tell!" said Mrs. Putnam. +"Wall, I bet I can guess; it's that feller that's boardin' +over to Pettingill's."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Putnam saw the blood rise in Lindy's face, and she +chuckled to herself.</p> + +<p>"What reason have you for forming such an opinion?" +asked Lindy.</p> + +<p>"Wall, I can kinder put two and two together," said +Mrs. Putnam. "The day Alice Pettengill came over here +with him you two wuz down in the parlor together, and I +had to pound on the floor three times afore I could make +him hear. I knew you must be either spoonin' or abusin' +me."</p> + +<p>It was with difficulty that Lindy kept back the words +which rose to her lips, but she said nothing.</p> + +<p>"Did yer tell him that I wuz goin' to leave my money +to some one else?"</p> + +<p>"It wasn't necessary," said Lindy, "I judged from some +things that he said that you had told him yourself."</p><p><a name="Page_365" id="Page_365"></a></p> + +<p>"Did he tell you who it wuz?" persisted Mrs. Putnam.</p> + +<p>"No," said Lindy. "I did my best to find out, but he +wouldn't tell me."</p> + +<p>"Good for him," cried Mrs. Putnam. "Then ye don't +know?"</p> + +<p>"I can put two and two together," replied Lindy.</p> + +<p>"But where'd yer git the two and two?" asked Mrs. Putnam.</p> + +<p>"Oh, I have surmised for a long time," continued Lindy. +"This morning I asked Samanthy where she was going, +and she said down to Pettengill's. Then I knew."</p> + +<p>"I told her not to tell," said Mrs. Putnam, "the lyin' +jade. If I git up off this bed she'll git her walkin' ticket."</p> + +<p>"She's ready to go," said Lindy; "she told me this morning +that she'd wait until you got a new girl."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Putnam closed her eyes and placed both of her hands +over her heart. Despite her fortitude the intense +pain wrung a groan from her.</p> + +<p>Lindy rushed forward and dropped on her knees beside +the bed. "Forgive me, Mrs. Putnam," said she, "but you +spoke such cruel words to me that I could not help answering +you in the same way. I am so sorry. I loved +your son with all my heart, and I had no right to speak so +to his mother, no matter what she said to me."</p> + +<p>The paroxysm of pain had passed, and Mrs. Putnam was +her old self again. Looking at the girl who was kneeling +with her head bowed down she said, "I guess both of us +talked about as we felt; as for loving my son, yer had no +right to, and he had no right to love you."</p> + +<p>"But we were brother and sister," cried Lindy, looking +up.</p> + +<p>"'Twould have been all right if he'd let it stop there," +replied Mrs. Putnam. "Who put it into his head that +there was no law agin a man marryin' his adopted sister? +You wuz a woman grown of eighteen, and he wuz only a +young boy of sixteen, and you made him love yer and turn +<a name="Page_366" id="Page_366"></a>agin his mother, and then we had ter send him away from +home ter keep yer apart, and then you ran after him, and +then he died, and it broke my heart. You wuz the cause +of it, but for yer he would be livin' now, a comfort to his +poor old mother. I hated yer then for what yer did. +Ev'ry time I look at yer I think of the happiness you stole +from me, an' I hate yer wusser'n ever."</p> + +<p>"Oh, mother, mother!" sobbed Lindy.</p> + +<p>"I'm not your mother," screamed Mrs. Putnam. "I s'pose +you must have had one, but you'll never know who she +wuz; she didn't care nuthin' fer yer, for she left yer in +the road, and Silas was fool enough to pick yer up and +bring yer home. What yer right name is nobody knows, +and mebbe yer ain't got none."</p> + +<p>At this taunt Lindy arose to her feet and looked defiantly +at Mrs. Putnam. "You are not telling the truth, +Mrs. Putnam," said the girl; "you know who my parents +were, but you will not tell me."</p> + +<p>"That's right," said Mrs. Putnam, "git mad and show +yer temper; that's better than sheddin' crocodile's tears, +as yer've been doin'; yer've been a curse to me from the +day I fust set eyes on yer. I've said I hate yer, and I do, +an' I'll never forgive yer fer what yer've done to me."</p> + +<p>Lindy saw that words were useless. Perhaps Mrs. Putnam +might, recover, and if she did not provoke her too far +she might relent some day and tell her what she knew +about her parents; so she walked to the door and opened +it. Then she turned and said, "Good-by, Mrs. Putnam, I +truly hope that you will recover."</p> + +<p>"Wall, I sha'n't," said Mrs. Putnam. "I'm goin' to die, +I want ter die. I want ter see Jones; I want ter talk ter +him; I want ter tell him how much I loved him—how +much I've suffered through yer. I'm goin' ter tell him +how I've hated yer and what fer, and when I git through +talkin' to him, I'll guarantee he'll be my way o' thinkin'."</p> + +<p>As the old woman said this, with an almost superhuman +<a name="Page_367" id="Page_367"></a>effort she raised herself to a sitting posture, pointed her +finger at Lindy, and gave utterances to a wild, hysterical +laugh that almost froze the blood in the poor girl's veins.</p> + +<p>Lindy slammed the door behind her, rushed to her own +room, locked the door, and threw herself face downward +upon the bed. Should she ever forget those last fearful +words, that vengeful face, that taunting finger, or that +mocking laugh?</p> + +<p>Samanthy took Alice up to Mrs. Putnam's room about +eight o'clock. Alice knelt by the bedside. She could +not see the old lady's face, but she took her withered +hands in hers, and caressed them lovingly, saying, "Aunt +Heppy, I am sorry you are so sick. Have you had the +doctor?"</p> + +<p>The old lady drew the young girl's head down close to +her and kissed her upon the cheek. "The docter kin do +me no good. I've sent fer yer becuz I know yer love me, +and I wanted to know that one person would be sorry +when I wuz gone."</p> + +<p>"I'm so sorry," said Alice, "that I cannot see to help +you, but you are not going to die; you must have the doctor +at once."</p> + +<p>"No," said Mrs. Putnam, "I want to die, I want to see +my boy. I sent for you becuz I wanted to tell you that +I am goin' to leave this house and farm and all my money +to you."</p> + +<p>"To me!" cried Alice, astonished. "Why, how can you +talk so, Aunt Heppy? You have a daughter, who is your +legal heir; how could you ever think of robbing your own +flesh and blood of her inheritance?"</p> + +<p>"She's no flesh and blood of mine!"</p> + +<p>"What!" cried Alice, "isn't Lindy your own child?"</p> + +<p>"No," said Mrs. Putnam savagely. "Silas and me didn't +think we'd have any children, so we 'dopted her jest afore +we moved down from New Hampshire and settled in this +town."</p><p><a name="Page_368" id="Page_368"></a></p> + +<p>"Do you know who her parents were?" inquired Alice.</p> + +<p>"Alice, what did you do with that letter I gave you the +las' time you were here?"</p> + +<p>"It is locked up in my writing desk at home," answered +Alice.</p> + +<p>"What did yer promise to do with it?" said Mrs. Putnam.</p> + +<p>"I promised," replied Alice, "not to let any one see it, +and to destroy it within twenty-four hours after your +death."</p> + +<p>"And you will keep yer promise?" asked the old woman.</p> + +<p>"My word is sacred," said Alice solemnly.</p> + +<p>"Alice Pettengill," cried Mrs. Putnam, "if you break +your word to me I shall be sorry that I ever loved you; I +shall repent that I made you my heiress." And her voice +rose to a sharp, shrill tone. "I'll haunt you as long as you +live."</p> + +<p>The girl shrank back from her.</p> + +<p>"Don't mind a poor old woman whose hours are numbered, +but you'll keep yer promise, won't yer, Alice?" And +she grasped both Alice's hands convulsively.</p> + +<p>"Aunt Heppy," said Alice, "I've given you my promise, +and I'll keep my word whatever happens. So don't worry +any more about it, Auntie."</p> + +<p>For a few moments Mrs. Putnam remained quiet; then +she spoke in clear, even tones. Not a word was lost upon +Alice. "This adopted daughter of mine has been a curse +to me ever since I knew her. She was two years older +than Jones. They grew up together as brother and sister, +but she wasn't satisfied with that, she fell in love with my +son, and she made him love her. She turned him agin his +mother. She found out that there wuz no law agin a +man's marryin' his adopted sister. We had to send him +away from home, but she followed him. She wuz goin' to +elope with him, but I got wind of it, and I stopped that; +then Jones died away from home and left her all his money. +He wuz so bitter agin me that he put in his will that she +<a name="Page_369" id="Page_369"></a>was not to touch a dollar of my money, but better that than +to have her marry him. I stopped that!" and the old +woman chuckled to herself. Then her mood changed. +"Such a marriage would 'a' been a sin agin God and man," +she said sternly. "She robbed me of my son, my only +boy, but I'll git even with her. She asked me this mornin' +if I knew who her parents wuz. I told her no, that she +was a waif picked up in a New Hampshire road, but I lied +to her. I had to."</p> + +<p>"But do you know who they were?" said Alice.</p> + +<p>"Certainly I do," said Mrs. Putnam; "that letter you've +got, and that yer promised to destroy, tells all about 'em, +but she shall never see it. Never! Never!! Never!!!"</p> + +<p>Again she rose to a sitting posture, and again that wild, +mocking laugh rang through the house. Lindy, still lying +upon her bed in her room, heard it, shuddered, and covered +her ears with her hands to shut out the terrible sound. +Samanthy, in the kitchen, heard it, and saying to herself, +"Mrs. Putnam has gone crazy, and only that blind girl +with her," ran upstairs.</p> + +<p>When Mrs. Putnam uttered that wild laugh, Alice started +from her chair with beating heart and a frightened look +upon her face. As the door opened and Samanthy entered, +Alice stepped forward. She could not see who it was, but +supposing it was Lindy, she cried out, "Oh, Lindy, I'm so +glad you've come!"</p> + +<p>Mrs. Putnam had fallen back exhausted upon her pillow; +when she heard the name Lindy she tried to rise +again, but could not. But her indomitable spirit still survived.</p> + +<p>"So you've come back, have you?" she shrieked. "Yer +couldn't let me die in peace. You want to hear more, do +you? Well, I'll tell you the truth. I know who your parents +are, but I destroyed the letter; it's burned. That's +what I had the fire built for this mornin'. You robbed me +of my son and I've got even with yer." The old woman +<a name="Page_370" id="Page_370"></a>pointed her finger at poor Samanthy, who stood petrified +in the doorway, and shrieked again, "Go!" and she pointed +her withered finger toward the door, "and hunt for your +parents."</p> + +<p>The astonished Samanthy finally plucked up courage to +close the door; she ran to Lindy's room and pounded upon +the door until Lindy was forced to admit her; then the +frightened girl told Lindy what she had heard, and again +the worse than orphan threw herself upon her bed and +prayed that she, too, might die.</p> + +<p>Alice did not swoon, but she sank upon the floor, overcome +by the horror of the scene. No sound came from +the bed. Was she dead? Alice groped her way back to +the chair in which she had previously sat; she leaned over +and listened. Mrs. Putnam was breathing still—faint, +short breaths. Alice took one of her hands in hers and +prayed for her. Then she prayed for the unhappy girl. +Then she thought of the letter and the promise she had +made. Should she keep her promises to the dying woman, +and thus be a party to the wronging of this poor girl?</p> + +<p>"Mrs. Putnam! Mrs. Putnam!! Aunt Heppy!!!" she +cried; "take back your fortune, I do not want it; only release +me from my oath. Oh, that I could send for that +letter and put it back into her hands before she dies! If +Mr. Sawyer were only here; but I do not know where to +find him."</p> + +<p>For hours, it seemed ages to Alice, she remained by the +bedside of the dying woman, seeing nothing, but listening +intently, and hoping that she would revive, hear her words, +and release her from that horrid oath.</p> + +<p>Suddenly, Alice started; the poor old wrinkled, wasted +hand that she held in hers, was cold—so cold—she leaned +over and put her ear above the old woman's lips. There +was no sound of breathing. She pulled down the bed-clothes +and placed her hand upon her heart. It was still.<a name="Page_371" id="Page_371"></a> +Mrs. Putnam had gone to meet the boy she had loved and +lost.</p> + +<p>Feeling her way along the wall, she reached the door. +Flinging it wide open, she cried, "Samantha! Lindy!"</p> + +<p>Samanthy came to the foot of the stairs.</p> + +<p>"What is it, Miss Pettengill?" asked she.</p> + +<p>"She's dead," said Alice, and she sank down upon the +stairway.</p> + +<p>Samanthy ran quickly upstairs. She went first to Miss +Lindy's room and told her that all was over; then she +came back, went into Mrs. Putnam's room, pulled down +the curtains, went to the bed and laid the sheet over Mrs. +Putnam's face. She looked at the fire to see that it was +safe, came out and closed the door. Then she helped +Alice down stairs, led her into the parlor and seated her in +an easy-chair.</p> + +<p>"I'll bring you a nice cup of hot tea," said she; "I've +just made some for dinner."</p> + +<p>Lindy came down stairs and went to the front door. +Hiram was there, smoking a cigar, and beating his arms to +keep warm. He had been waiting outside for a couple +of hours, and he was nearly frozen.</p> + +<p>"Mr. Maxwell," said Lindy; and Hiram came up the +steps. "Mrs. Putnam is dead," said she. "She expired +just a few moments ago, about one o'clock," she continued, +looking at her watch. "I want you to go right down to +Mrs. Hawkins's and bring Betsy Green back to stay with +her sister; then tell Mr. Stiles to come up at once with the +buggy and a wagon to carry my trunks to the station. Tell +Mr. Stiles I am going to Boston on the next train. When +you come back you can take Miss Pettengill home. She +will be through her lunch by the time you get back. After +you've taken her home, I want you to go and get Mrs. +Pinkham, the nurse; tell her Mrs. Putnam, is dead, and +that I want her to come and lay her out. Then drive over +to Montrose and tell Mr. Tilton, the undertaker, that I +<a name="Page_372" id="Page_372"></a>want him to make all the arrangements for the funeral +And take this for your trouble," said she, as she passed +him a five dollar bill.</p> + +<p>"Oh, that's too much," cried Hiram, drawing back.</p> + +<p>"Take it," said Lindy, with a smile; "I have plenty more—more +than I need—more than I know what to do with."</p> + +<p>As Hiram drove off he said to himself, "Lucky girl; she's +mighty putty, too. I wonder that city feller didn't shine +up to her. I s'pose she's comin' back to the funeral."</p> + +<p>As Lindy turned to go upstairs she looked into the parlor, +and saw Alice sitting with her head bowed upon her +hand. Her first impulse was to go in and try to justify herself +in the eyes of this girl, with whom she knew that Mr. +Sawyer was in love; but no, she was but a waif, with no +name, no birthright, no heritage; that woman had cut her +off from her people. Truly, she had avenged her fancied +wrongs.</p> + +<p>So Lindy went upstairs to her room, and remained there +until after Alice went home.</p> + +<p>When Abner Stiles returned from Eastborough, after +having seen Lindy Putnam and all her belongings safe on +board the Boston train, he stopped at the Putnam house +to see if he could be of any further service. Mrs. Pinkham +had arrived some time before, and had attended to +those duties which she had performed for many years for +both the young and old of Mason's Corner, who had been +called to their long home. Mr. Tilton, the undertaker +from Montrose, had come over immediately, and had given +the necessary professional service which such sad occasions +demand. Mrs. Pinkham called to Mr. Tilton, and +he came to the door.</p> + +<p>"No; there is really nothing you can do, Mr. Stiles, unless +you will be so kind as to drive around to Deacon +Mason's, Mr. Pettengill's, and Mrs. Hawkins's, and inform +them that the funeral will be from the church, at two +<a name="Page_373" id="Page_373"></a>o'clock Friday afternoon. I will see that you are paid +for your services."</p> + +<p>Undertakers are naturally polite and courteous men. +They step softly, speak low, and are even-tempered. Their +patrons do not worry them with questions, nor antagonize +their views of the fitness of things.</p> + +<p>When Abner reached his boarding house, after making +his numerous calls, it was about five o'clock; as he went upstairs +he noticed that the door of Strout's room was ajar. +In response to his knock, the Professor said, "Come in."</p> + +<p>"Wall, how do find things?" said Abner, as he entered +the room.</p> + +<p>"By lookin' for 'em," said the Professor, with a jaunty +air.</p> + +<p>"Oh, yer know what I mean," said Abner, throwing himself +into a chair and looking inquiringly at Strout. +"What was goin' on this noon 'tween you and that city +feller?"</p> + +<p>"Well, you see," continued Strout, "Mr. Sawyer and me +have been at swords' points the las' two months over some +pussonal matters. Well, he kinder wanted to fix up things, +but he knew I wouldn't consent to let up on him 'less he +treated me square; so I gets a third interest in the grocery +store, the firm name is to be Strout & Maxwell, and I'm to +be postmaster; so, you see, I got the best end after all, jest +as I meant to from the fust. But, see here, Stiles, Mr. +Sawyer and I have agreed to keep our business and our +pussonal matters strictly private in the futer, and you +mustn't drop a word of what I've told yer to any livin' +soul."</p> + +<p>"I've carried a good many of yer secrets 'round with +me," responded Abner, "and never dropped one of 'em, +as far as I know."</p> + +<p>"Oh, yer all right, old man," said the Professor; "but, +yer know, for the last two months our game has been to +<a name="Page_374" id="Page_374"></a>keep talkin'; now it will pay us best to keep our mouths +shet."</p> + +<p>"Mine's shut," said Abner; "now, what do I git? That +job in the grocery store that you promised me?"</p> + +<p>"Well, you see," said Strout, "when I made yer that +promise, I expected to own the whole store, but now, yer +see, Maxwell will want ter pick one of the men."</p> + +<p>"Yis, I see," said Abner; "but that leaves one fer you to +pick, and I'm ready to be picked."</p> + +<p>"Yes, I know," answered Strout; "but the work is goin' +to be very hard, liftin' barrels and big boxes, and I'm afraid +you couldn't stand it very long."</p> + +<p>A disappointed look came over Abner's face; he mused +for a moment, then he broke out, "Yes, I see; I'm all right +for light work, sech as tellin' lies 'bout people and spyin' +out their actions, and makin' believe I've seen things that I +never heard of, and hearin' things that were never said; +but when it comes to good, clean, honest work, like liftin' +barrels and rollin' hogshead's, the other feller gets the job. +All right, Professor!" said he, getting up and walking towards +the door; "when you want anythin' in my line, let me +know." And he went out and slammed the door behind +him.</p> + +<p>As he went upstairs to his room, he said to himself, "I +have sorter got the opinion that the Professor took what +wuz given him, instid of gittin' what he asked fer. I kinder +guess that it'll pay me to be much more partickler about +number one in the futer than I've been."</p><p><a name="Page_375" id="Page_375"></a></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXXII" id="CHAPTER_XXXII"></a>CHAPTER XXXII.</h2> + +<h3>AUNT ELLA.<br /></h3> + +<p>Deacon Mason had an early caller Wednesday +morning. He was out in the barn polishing up his +silver-plated harness, for he was going to the funeral +on Friday with his family. Hiram had given him notice +that he would have to go up to the store at once. The +Deacon didn't have anybody in mind to take Hiram's place, +and thought he might as well get used to doing his own +work until he came across the right party.</p> + +<p>He heard a voice. It said, "Good mornin', Deacon +Mason;" and, looking up, he saw Abner Stiles standing +before him.</p> + +<p>"Good mornin', Abner," answered the Deacon, pleasantly; +"what does the Professor want?"</p> + +<p>"I don't know," said Abner; "I heerd that Hiram was +goin' to leave yer, so I came 'round to see if yer wanted ter +hire a man."</p> + +<p>"Do yer know of one?" asked the Deacon with a smile.</p> + +<p>"That's all right, Deacon," said Abner. "I don't blame +yer fer havin' yer little joke. I've worked so long fer the +Professor that I expect to have it flung up at me. But I've +renounced the Evil One and all his wicked ways, and I +want to be taken into a good Christian home, and eventooally +jine the church."</p> + +<div class="blockquot"> +"While the lamp holds out to burn,<br /> + The vilest sinner may return,"<br /> +</div> + +<p>quoted the Deacon, as he hung up one piece of harness +and took down another.</p><p><a name="Page_376" id="Page_376"></a></p> + +<p>"That's true as Gospel," said Abner; "and I hope you'll +see it's your duty, as I've heerd Parson Howe say, to save +the brand from the burnin'."</p> + +<p>"Well, you go in and talk to Mrs. Mason," said the Deacon; +"she's the one that wants the work done, and if she's +satisfied to give yer a trial, it's all the same to me."</p> + +<p>"Thank yer, Deacon," answered Abner. "There's one +p'int in my favor, Deacon; I hain't got no girl, and I sha'n't +take any of your time to go courtin';" and with this sly +dig at Hiram, he went in to settle his fate with the Deacon's +wife.</p> + +<p>On that same Wednesday morning all of the Pettengill +family were together at the breakfast table. The conversation +naturally turned to Mrs. Putnam's death, and +Ezekiel remarked "that she was a nice old lady, and that +she and his mother were great friends. It beats all," continued +he, "the way Lindy has acted. Abner Stiles told me +that she took the half-past three train to Boston, and he +said Bob Wood took over an express wagon full of trunks. +Samanthy Green told Stiles that Lindy hadn't left a single +thing in the house that belonged to her, and it don't look as +though she was comin' back to the funeral."</p> + +<p>During this recital, Alice listened intently. She flushed +then grew pale, and finally burst into tears. All present, +of course, attributed her agitation to her well known love +for Mrs. Putnam.</p> + +<p>"Shall I go upstairs with you, Sis?" asked Ezekiel.</p> + +<p>"No," said Alice, drying her eyes, "I'm going into the +parlor. I told Mandy to build a fire there, and I want you +and Uncle Ike and Mr. Sawyer to come with me."</p> + +<p>When they were gathered in the parlor, Alice began her +story. Every word said by the dead woman had burned +itself deep into her memory, and from the time she entered +the sick room until she fell exhausted upon the stairway, +after calling loudly for Samanthy and Lindy, not a word +was missing from the thrilling narrative. Her audience, +<a name="Page_377" id="Page_377"></a>including even Quincy, listened intently to the dramatically +told story, and they could almost see the frenzied face, +the pointed finger, and hear the wild, mocking laugh.</p> + +<p>For a few moments nothing was said. Finally, Ezekiel +broke the silence.</p> + +<p>"Well, I guess," said he, "that will of her'n will stand, +all right. Lindy's got enough of her own; she won't be +likely to interfere; and I never he'rd of their havin' any +other relatives."</p> + +<p>Then Uncle Ike spoke up. "I shall go to the funeral, of +course, next Friday, and I shall expect to hear the Rev. +Mr. Howe stand up in his pulpit and tell us what a good +Christian woman Hepsy was; she was so kind and so benevolent, +and so regardful of the feelings of others, and it +wouldn't make a bit of difference if you went and told him +what you've told us, Alice; he'd say just the same thing."</p> + +<p>"Oh, hush! Uncle Ike," cried Alice, pleadingly; "she was +a good woman, excepting on that one point, and you must +own that she had some provocation. Let me ask you a +question, Uncle Ike. How far should promises made to +the dead be kept?"</p> + +<p>"Just so far," replied Uncle Ike, "as they do not interfere +with the just rights of the living. Where is that letter +that she wanted you to destroy?" he asked.</p> + +<p>"Here it is," said Alice, and she took it from the bosom +of her dress.</p> + +<p>"Well," said Uncle Ike, "if I were in your place I'd +open that letter, read it, and if it was likely to be of any +value to Miss Putnam in finding her parents or relatives, +I'd hunt her up and give it to her. Mrs. Putnam owned up +that she lied about it, and the whole thing, any way, may +be a bluff. Perhaps it's only blank paper, after all."</p> + +<p>"No," said Alice, "I could never open it or read it. I +laid awake all night, thinking about my promise, and I +finally made up my mind that I would go to see Lindy this +morning, and let her read it; but now she has gone away, +<a name="Page_378" id="Page_378"></a>and we do not know where to find her. What shall I do +with this dreadful thing?" she cried, as she held the letter +up in her hand.</p> + +<p>Quincy felt called upon to speak.</p> + +<p>"Miss Pettengill," said he, "I think I could find Miss +Putnam for you." A slight flush arose to Alice's cheek +which did not escape Quincy's notice. He continued, +"When I went to Boston, last Saturday, I happened to +meet her on the train. She told me then something of her +story, and said she was going to leave the house forever, as +soon as Mrs. Putnam died. She also told me that if I ever +learned anything about her parents I could reach her by +advertising in the Personal Column of the New York +'Herald,' addressing 'Linda,' and signing it 'Eastborough.'"</p> + +<p>"And will you do this at once for me?" cried Alice, +eagerly. "I am so thankful; you have taken such a load +from my mind, Mr. Sawyer. How fortunate it was that you +met her as you did?</p> + +<p>"I think Mr. Sawyer is about as lucky as they make +'em," remarked! Uncle Ike, with a laugh.</p> + +<p>"Kind fortune owes me one or two favors yet before I +shall be entirely satisfied," said Quincy. "Now, Miss Pettengill, +will you allow me to make a suggestion that will +free you from the further care of this document?"</p> + +<p>"I don't care what is done with it," said Alice; "but no +one but Lindy must read it."</p> + +<p>"That is any idea exactly," assented Quincy. "I will go +to Boston on the noon train and send that advertisement +to the New York 'Herald,' With your permission, I will +turn that document over to a legal friend of mine. He will +put it in an envelope and seal it up. He will write on the +outside, 'To be delivered only to Miss Putnam, on the +written order of Miss Alice Pettengill,' and it will repose +quietly in his big safe until Miss Putnam is found."</p> + +<p>"That will do splendidly!" said Alice, with animation.<a name="Page_379" id="Page_379"></a> +"What magicians you lawyers are! You discover a way +out of every difficulty."</p> + +<p>"Wait until you get one of those lawyers working +against you," remarked Uncle Ike, "then you'll change +your mind. Well, I s'pose now this matter's settled, I can +go upstairs and have my morning smoke."</p> + +<p>"And I've got to go to the store," said Ezekiel to Uncle +Ike, "and get some corn, or those chickens of your'n will +swaller the hen coop." And both men left the room together.</p> + +<p>"If you can give me a little of your time, Miss Pettengill," +said Quincy, "I have some news for you that I think +will please you very much."</p> + +<p>"About my stories?" cried Alice.</p> + +<p>"Yes," replied Quincy. "Just before I went to Boston +last Saturday I got a letter from Leopold, asking me to call +on him as soon as convenient. I found him at home Sunday +evening, and this is what he said. The New York +house has accepted your series of eight detective stories, +and will pay you twenty-five dollars for each of them. The +house will send you a check from time to time, as they publish +them. Leopold has accepted your long story for the +magazine published by the house for which he is reader. +He says Jameson will get your other story into one of the +Sunday papers, and he will have his dramatic version ready +for production next fall. He can't tell how much you will +make out of these just yet; the magazine pays by the page +and the newspaper by the column, and, of course, Jameson +will give you part of his royalty, if he gets the play +on."</p> + +<p>"Why, Mr. Sawyer, you are showering wealth upon me +like another Count of Monte Cristo."</p> + +<p>"But you have not heard all," continued Quincy. "Leopold +has placed your two songs with a music publishing +house, and you will get a royalty on them in time. He says +they don't pay any royalty on the first three hundred +<a name="Page_380" id="Page_380"></a>copies, and perhaps they won't sell; the public taste on +sheet music is very fickle. Then, that composer, I can +never remember his name, is at work on your poem, 'The +Lord of the Sea.' He told Leopold he was going to make +it his <i>opus vitae</i>, the work of his life, you know, and he is +talking it up to the director of the Handel and Haydn +Society."</p> + +<p>"How true it is," said Alice, "that gladness quickly follows +sadness! I was so unhappy this morning", but now the +world never looked so bright to me. You have brushed +away all my sorrows, Mr. Sawyer, and I am really very +happy to hear the good news that you have told me."</p> + +<p>"There is one sorrow that I have not yet relieved you +of," continued Quincy.</p> + +<p>"And that?" asked Alice, brushing back the wavy golden +hair from her forehead, and looking up at him with her +bright blue eyes, which bore no outward sign of the dark +cloud that dimmed their vision,—"and that is?"—she repeated.</p> + +<p>"That letter," taking the hand that held it in both of his +own. "If I am to get that noon train I have no time to +lose."</p> + +<p>"Before you take it," said Alice, "you must promise me +that it shall not be opened, and no eye but Lindy's must +ever rest upon it."</p> + +<p>"You have my word," he replied.</p> + +<p>"Then take it," said she; and she released her hold upon +it.</p> + +<p>He took the letter with one hand, his other hand still +retaining its grasp upon hers.</p> + +<p>"I go," said Quincy, assuming a bantering tone, "upon +your quest, fair lady. If I return victorious, what shall be +my reward?"</p> + +<p>"Gallant knights," said Alice, as she withdrew her hand +from his, "do not bargain for their reward until they have +fulfilled their trust."</p><p><a name="Page_381" id="Page_381"></a></p> + +<p>"I accept the reproof," said Quincy gravely.</p> + +<p>"It was not so intended, Sir Knight," responded Alice +brightly; "so I will make amends by answering your query. +If you return successful, tell me what you would prize the +most, and even if it be half my kingdom, it shall be yours."</p> + +<p>"I am content, but modern locomotives do not wait even +for gallant knights of old. So adieu."</p> + +<p>He quitted the room, and Alice stood where he had left +her until she heard the rumble of wheels as he drove off for +the station; then she found her way to her chair before the +fire, and her mind wove the outline of a romantic story, in +which there was a gallant knight and a lovely maiden. But +in her story the prize that the knight asked when he returned +successful from his quest was the heart and hand of +the lovely maiden.</p> + +<p>Jim Cobb went over to Eastborough Centre, so as to +drive the team back. Before going to the station, Quincy +stepped into the post office and found a letter addressed to +him in a peculiar, but familiar, handwriting.</p> + +<p>"From Aunt Ella," he said. "I will read it after I get on +the train."</p> + +<p>Quincy's Aunt Ella was Mrs. Robert Chessman, his +mother's widowed sister.</p> + +<p>As soon as the train started Quincy opened his letter. It +was short and to the point.</p> + +<p> +"My <span class="smcap">Dear Quincy</span>:—Maude gave me your address. +What are you doing in a miserable, little country town in +the winter? They are bad enough in the summer, but in +March!—'Bah! Come and see me at once, you naughty +boy!</p> +<p class="right1"><span class="smcap">Aunt Ella</span>." +</p> + +<p>"Dated yesterday," said Quincy; "how fortunate. I will +go up to Mt. Vernon Street to-morrow noon and take +lunch with her."</p> + +<p>When Quincy reached Boston he went directly to his +<a name="Page_382" id="Page_382"></a>father's office. The Hon. Mr. Sawyer was not present, but +his partners, Mr. Franklin Crowninshield and Mr. Atherton +Lawrence, were busily engaged. Quincy took a seat at +the desk which, he had occupied before going to Eastborough, +and wrote out his advertisement for the New York +"Herald." It read as follows: "Linda. Important paper +discovered; communicate at once with Q.A.S., Eastborough."</p> + +<p>He enclosed a check to cover a fortnight's insertion; +then walked down State Street to the post office to mail his +letter. When he returned, Mr. Lawrence informed him +that his father was in his private office. His father greeted +him pleasantly, but not effusively; in fact, any marked exhibition +of approval or disapproval was foreign to the Sawyer +character, while the Quincys were equally notable for +their reticence and imperturbability.</p> + +<p>"When shall we have the pleasure of your continued +presence at home?" asked the father.</p> + +<p>"To-night," replied Quincy, with a smile, "I shall be with +you at dinner, stay all night, and take breakfast with you."</p> + +<p>"I trust your long visit will not oblige you to neglect +other more important matters," said the father.</p> + +<p>"Oh, no!" answered Quincy. "I have looked out for +that."</p> + +<p>"And when do you think your health will allow you to +resume your position in the office?" inquired the Hon. +Nathaniel.</p> + +<p>"That is very uncertain," replied Quincy.</p> + +<p>"If you do not intend to come back at all," continued +the father, "that would simplify matters. I could then make +room for a Harvard graduate to study with us."</p> + +<p>Quincy reflected. He had been taught by his father not +to give a positive answer to any question on the spur of the +moment, if more time could be taken, as well as not, for +consideration. So, after a few moments of thought, Quincy +<a name="Page_383" id="Page_383"></a>said, "I will write you in the course of ten days or a fortnight, +and give you a positive answer."</p> + +<p>"That will be entirely satisfactory," answered his father. +"As you are going out, will you kindly tell Mr. Crowninshield +that I wish to consult with him?"</p> + +<p>Quincy knew that the interview had expired by limitation. +He went home, but found that his mother and sisters +were out riding.</p> + +<p>"They will return in time for dinner," said Delia, the +parlor maid.</p> + +<p>Quincy went into the parlor and opened the grand piano. +He sat down before it, touched a few of the keys casually, +then sang, with great expression, the song by J.R. Thomas +entitled "Pleasant Memories." He next wandered into the +library, and took down and glanced at several books that +he had devoured with avidity when a boy of sixteen. Then +he went upstairs to his own room, which he had occupied +since he was eight years old. It looked familiar, everything +was in its accustomed place; still, the room did not +look homelike. Strange as it may seem, Quincy had been +happier in the large west chamber, with its old-fashioned +bureau and carpet and bed, than he had ever been in this +handsomely furnished apartment in the Beacon Street +mansion. There was no wide fireplace here, with ruddy +embers, into whose burning face he could look and weave +fanciful dreams of the fortune and happiness to be his in +the future.</p> + +<p>He spent a pleasant evening with the family. His father +was present, but passed the time in reading the newspapers +and a legal brief that he wished to more closely examine. +His mother was engrossed in a new novel, but no approving +smile or sympathetic tear demonstrated any particular interest +in the fates of the struggling hero or suffering +heroine.</p> + +<p>Florence sat at the piano, and, in response to Quincy's +request that she would give him some music, played over +<a name="Page_384" id="Page_384"></a>some chromatic scales and arpeggios. He declared that +they reminded him of grand opera, which remark sent +Maude into a fit of satirical laughter, and Florence up to +her room in a pout.</p> + +<p>Then Maude fell to asking Quincy questions about himself, +to which he returned evasive and untruthful answers, +until she was, as she said, completely disgusted. Then she +dropped her head upon his shoulder, and with the arms of +the brother whom she dearly loved clasped around her, she +went to sleep. He looked at the sweet girlish face and +thought, not of her, but of Alice.</p> + +<p>Next morning he was up early, for he knew that a busy +day was before him. The last thing before retiring, and +the first thing upon getting up, he examined his inside +vest pocket, to see if that precious letter, that priceless trust +that he had given his knightly word to deliver, was safe.</p> + +<p>He breakfasted early, and eight o'clock found him in +Bowdoin Square, at the corner of Green and Chardon +Streets. His first visit was to a safe manufactory, a few +doors from the corner, where he purchased one for the +firm of Strout & Maxwell.</p> + +<p>After traversing both sides of Friend Street, he finally +settled upon two horses, stout country roadsters, and left +an order for their shipment to Eastborough Centre, when +they were notified that the wagons were ready. He bought +the wagons in Sudbury Street. They had red bodies and +yellow wheels, and the words, "Strout & Maxwell, Mason's +Corner, Mass.," were to be placed on them in gold letters.</p> + +<p>These tasks completed, Quincy walked up Tremont Row +by Scollay's Building. Crossing Pemberton Square, he +continued up Tremont Street until he came to the building +in which was the law office of Curtis Carter, one of his law +school chums.</p> + +<p>"Hello, Curt!" said he, as he entered the somewhat dingy +office.</p> + +<p>"Well, 'pon honor, Quincy," cried Curtis, "the sight of +<a name="Page_385" id="Page_385"></a>you is good for sore eyes, and I've got such a beastly cold +that I can't see with one eye and can't read with the other."</p> + +<p>"Well," said Quincy, "I came in here intending to consult +you professionally, but I don't think a blind lawyer +will answer my purpose."</p> + +<p>"Oh, I shall be all right in a few minutes," replied Curtis. +"I dropped into Young's as I came up and took an +eye-opener. What's the matter, old fellow, breach of +promise?"</p> + +<p>Quincy took a seat near Curtis's desk.</p> + +<p>"No," said he, "it's a case of animosity carried beyond +the grave."</p> + +<p>"Oh! I see," said Curtis, "party cut off with a shilling, +going to try and break the will?"</p> + +<p>"Have a cigar?" asked Quincy. "While you are lighting +it and getting it under way I may slide in and get a +chance to state my business."</p> + +<p>"Oh! you want to do the talking?" said Curtis good +humoredly. "Well, go ahead, old man;" and he leaned +back and smoked complacently.</p> + +<p>Quincy then related as much as he thought necessary of +the story of the sealed letter, and as he concluded he took +the package from his pocket and placed it on the corner of +the lawyer's desk.</p> + +<p>"You are doing just right," said Curtis; "the probate +judges nowadays are looking more carefully at wills, especially +when their provisions indicate that the signer was +more red Indian than white Christian. I understand you +perfectly," he continued; "what you wish me to do is to +put this letter in an envelope, seal it securely, and endorse +upon it these words, 'To be delivered only to Miss Lindy +Putnam upon the written order of Miss Alice Pettengill.'"</p> + +<p>"That's it exactly," said Quincy; "only I wish a receipt +from you for the document."</p> + +<p>"Certainly," replied Curtis. As he raised the lid of his +old-fashioned desk the letter fell to the floor. The envelope +<a name="Page_386" id="Page_386"></a>had received rough treatment in its progress from +hand to hand, and it was not strange that when it struck +the floor one corner was split open by the fall.</p> + +<p>As Quincy stooped to pick it up, he noticed that something +that resembled a small piece of white cloth dropped +from the broken corner of the envelope. When he picked +it up to replace it, he saw that it was a small piece of white +cotton cloth, and his quick eye caught the name "Linda +Fernborough" stamped thereon with indelible ink. He +said nothing, but replacing the piece of cloth passed the +package to Curtis, who enclosed, sealed, and endorsed it, +and gave a receipt therefor to Quincy.</p> + +<p>"I will put this in my big steel vault," said he, as he went +into another room.</p> + +<p>Quincy knew that Curtis would accept no fee for such a +slight service, so placing a five dollar greenback under a +paperweight, he quietly left the office and was out of sight +long before Curtis, with the bill in his hand, ran down stairs, +bareheaded, and looked up and down the street in search +of him.</p> + +<p>Five minutes later Quincy reached his aunt's house. A +"Buttons," dressed in blue livery, opened the door, and +Quincy was ushered into the long parlor, which ran the +full depth of the house, some sixty feet, in which he had +passed many pleasant evenings. He sent up his card, and +in a few moments Buttons returned and delivered the +speech which Mrs. Chessman had taught him and which +he had learned by heart: "Mrs. Chessman desires that +you will come up at once."</p> + +<p>Quincy bounded upstairs, to the evident astonishment of +Buttons, and made his way to the front chamber, which he +knew was his aunt's room. She loved the sunlight, and it +was a constant visitor in that room, summer and winter. +His aunt did not greet him with a "how do you do?" and a +hand-shake. Instead of such a formal reception, she gave +him a hearty hug and kissed him three times, once on the +<a name="Page_387" id="Page_387"></a>forehead, then on the cheek, and finally on the lips, in +which latter osculation Quincy took part.</p> + +<p>His aunt led him to an easy-chair, then threw herself +upon a lounge opposite to him. She eyed him attentively +for a moment.</p> + +<p>"Quincy," said she, "you are better looking than ever; +you're almost as good looking as Robert was, and he was +the handsomest man I ever saw. How many different +country girls have you kissed since you saw me last?"</p> + +<p>"I kept the count," said Quincy, "till I went to a surprise +party a week ago Monday, and then I lost it."</p> + +<p>"Of all the kisses that you have had, whose do you prize +the most?"</p> + +<p>"Those from my beloved Aunt Ella," replied Quincy.</p> + +<p>Aunt Ella smiled and said, "You know how to keep on +the right side of an old woman who has got money."</p> + +<p>"I didn't think of that until you called my attention to it," +said Quincy gravely.</p> + +<p>"And I didn't believe it when I said it," added Aunt Ella. +A few moments later she rang and ordered a light lunch. +When this was over she went to an old secretary with brass +handles, opened a drawer, and took out a cigar box.</p> + +<p>"I have a few of Robert's cigars left," she said.</p> + +<p>Quincy took one and resumed his seat in the easy-chair.</p> + +<p>Aunt Ella opened another drawer in the secretary and +took out a pouch of tobacco, a package of rice paper and a +box of wax tapers. She put these articles on a small diamond-shaped +table and placed the table between Quincy +and herself. She handed Quincy the match-box, then deftly +rolling a cigarette, she lighted it, leaned back upon the +lounge and blew rings of smoke into the air, which she +watched until they broke.</p> + +<p>"Do you think it's horribly unbecoming for me to +smoke?" she asked, looking at Quincy.</p> + +<p>"Do you wish me to express my real thoughts?" replied +Quincy, "or flatter you because you have money?"</p><p><a name="Page_388" id="Page_388"></a></p> + +<p>Aunt Ella reddened a little, then said, "A good shot, +Quincy, but I deserve it. Go on."</p> + +<p>"Well, Aunt Ella," said he, "you are the only woman +whom I ever saw smoke who, in my opinion, knew how to +do it gracefully."</p> + +<p>"I think you are sincere," she rejoined, "and I beg pardon +for wounding your feelings as I did before. Give me +your hand on it."</p> + +<p>They shook hands as two men would have done after settling +differences.</p> + +<p>Then she said, "Now draw your chair up closer, Quincy, +and tell me what you've been doing, and what other people +have been doing to you since the day before Christmas, +the last time I set eyes on you until to-day. You know I +am your mother confessor."</p> + +<p>Quincy complied, and in his quiet, concise way gave her +a full account of his doings in Eastborough, omitting +nothing, concealing nothing. If anything, he gave fuller +details of his acquaintance with Huldy, Lindy, and Alice +than he did of the other portions of his story. He could +not forbear to give at full length the account of his final +settlement with the Professor.</p> + +<p>Aunt Ella laughed heartily at some parts of the recital, +and looked sorrowful and sympathetic when she listened to +other portions. She rolled and smoked half a dozen cigarettes +during its continuance, and when she saw that Quincy +had finished his cigar she placed the remainder of the box +before him.</p> + +<p>When he closed she said, "Quincy, you're a brick. I +haven't enjoyed myself so much for years. I do so love +anything that isn't commonplace, and your experience is +both novel and interesting. What a dear old man Deacon +Mason is, and Ezekiel Pettengill is a fine young fellow, honest +and square. That Hiram and Mandy must be a team. +Are they going to get married?"</p> + +<p>"I think so," said Quincy. "He stammers, you know, +<a name="Page_389" id="Page_389"></a>and I think he is afraid he will break down when he tries +to propose."</p> + +<p>Aunt Ella laughed heartily; then she said, "What a constitutional +liar that Stiles must be, and as for the Professor, +I would like to have a set-to with him myself."</p> + +<p>As she said this she doubled up her fists.</p> + +<p>"Oh, he wouldn't meet you that way," said Quincy. "He +only fights with a woman's weapon, his tongue;" and he +told her of his little boxing match with Robert Wood.</p> + +<p>Aunt Ella continued: "I can imagine what a pretty, +sweet, little country girl Huldy Mason is. My heart aches +for Lindy, her martyrdom has been out of all proportion to +her contemplated wrongdoing, if wrongdoing it really was. +Had I been in her place I would have married Jones and +left my clothes behind; and then," said Aunt Ella, "how +my heart goes out to that dear, sweet girl that you call +Alice! Do you love her, Quincy?"</p> + +<p>"Devotedly," answered Quincy, "I never really loved a +woman before."</p> + +<p>"Then marry her," cried Aunt Ella decidedly.</p> + +<p>"Everybody at home but Maude will object," said +Quincy.</p> + +<p>"Maude's the best one in the family, next to yourself," +snapped Aunt Ella.</p> + +<p>"They will bring up Uncle Jim," continued Quincy.</p> + +<p>"Nonsense!" replied Aunt Ella. "Uncle Jim was a +fool; any man is a fool who thinks he can win the battle of +life by making a sot of himself. Bring this girl to me, +Quincy. She must be a genius, if she can write as you say +she can. Let me care for her and love her and make +life pleasant and beautiful for her until you get ready to do +it yourself."</p> + +<p>"I will, some day, Aunt Ella. You are the best friend +I have in the world, and when I have the right to bring +Alice to you, I will lose no time in doing so. Thank you +for your kind words about her. I shall never forget them, +<a name="Page_390" id="Page_390"></a>and she shall hear them some day. But I must go now."</p> + +<p>They both arose, "Promise that you will come and see +me every time you are in Boston, Quincy; if you don't, I +shall come down to Eastborough to see you."</p> + +<p>She gave him another kiss at parting.</p> + +<p>As he left the house he deliberated for a moment as to +where he should go next. It was half-past four. He decided +to go to Leopold's lodgings in Chestnut Street. He +found him at home, but for a wonder he was not working.</p> + +<p>"This is an off day with me," he explained; "this is our +haying season, and I've been working nights, days, and +Sundays for a fortnight."</p> + +<p>"I came to express Miss Pettengill's obligations and +thanks for your kind and very successful efforts in her behalf."</p> + +<p>"Oh! that's all right," said Leopold. "By the way, have +you told her she ought to write a book?"</p> + +<p>"Not yet," said Quincy; "but I'm going to soon. She +has just lost a dear friend; but I won't forget it."</p> + +<p>"Don't!" repeated Leopold. "She is a diamond that +ought to be dug up, cut, and set in eighteen carat gold. +Excuse my apparently brutal language, but you get my +meaning."</p> + +<p>"Certainly," said Quincy; "and you are not working to-day."</p> + +<p>"No," replied Leopold; "loafing and enjoying it, too. +I've a good mind to turn vagrant and loaf on, loaf ever."</p> + +<p>"Come down to Parker's and have dinner with me."</p> + +<p>"Can't do it," replied Leopold; "my stomach is loafing, +too. 'Twouldn't be fair to make it work and do nothing +myself. Just as much obliged. Some other day. Don't +forget the book," he cried, as Quincy left the room.</p> + +<p>Quincy took his dinner at Parker's, caught the five minutes +past six express, and reached Eastborough Centre at +half-past seven. Abbott Smith drove him home to the +Pettengill house.</p><p><a name="Page_391" id="Page_391"></a></p> + +<p>The next day was Friday. Everybody at Mason's Corner, +with quite a number from Eastborough and Montrose, +came to Mrs. Putnam's funeral. The little Square in front +of the church, as well as the shed, was filled with teams. +While waiting for the arrival of the body, quite a number +of the male residents of Mason's Corner were gathered +upon the steps of the church.</p> + +<p>Strout spied Abner Stiles and approached him. "Bob +Wood has jest told me," said the Professor, "that he has decided +not to leave his present place, so I've concluded on +second thoughts to give yer that job at the grocery store."</p> + +<p>Abner's eyes twinkled.</p> + +<p>"I've had my second thoughts, too," said he, "I've hired +out to Deacon Mason for life, and if I jine the church he +says I can work for him in the next world. So I kinder +guess I shall have to decline yer kind invitation to lift boxes +and roll barrels."</p> + +<p>When the services were over every person in the church +passed up the centre aisle to take a last view. Her husband +had been buried in the Montrose cemetery, and she +had told Mr. Tilton that she was to be laid by his side. The +Eastborough cemetery was in West Eastborough, and for +that reason many of the late residents of Mason's Corner +slept their last sleep at Montrose.</p> + +<p>As they stood by the coffin, Alice said, "How does she +look?"</p> + +<p>"Very pleasant," replied Quincy; "there is a sweet smile +upon her face."</p> + +<p>"I am so glad," said Alice. She pressed his arm a little +tighter, and looking up to him, she said, "Perhaps she has +met her boy, and that smile is but the earthly reflection of +the heavenly one that rests upon her face in her home +above."</p> + +<p>"I hope so," replied Quincy; and they walked slowly out +of church and took their places on the rear seat of the Pettengill +carryall, Ezekiel and Uncle Ike sitting in front.</p><p><a name="Page_392" id="Page_392"></a></p> + +<p>Mandy Skinner and Mrs. Crowley had not gone to the +funeral The latter was busy skimming cream from a +dozen large milk pans, while Mandy sat before the kitchen +stove, with Swiss by her side. She was thinking of Hiram, +and wondering if he really intended to ask her to marry +him.</p> + +<p>"I don't think he's been foolin' me, but now he's goin' +into business I should think it was about time for him to +speak up or quit."</p> + +<p>Swiss suddenly arose, sniffed and went to the kitchen +door. The door was opened softly and some one entered +the room. Mandy did not turn her head. Perhaps she +guessed who it was. Then some one placed a chair close +to Mandy and took a seat beside her.</p> + +<p>"Say, M-m-m-m-m-a-andy," said Hiram, "will you please +read this to me? It's an important document, and I want +to be sure I've got it jest right." As he said this he passed +Mandy a folded paper.</p> + +<p>She opened it and the following words met her eye: +"This is to certify that I, Hiram Maxwell, of Mason's Corner, +in the town of Eastborough, county of Normouth, and +Commonwealth of Massachusetts, hereby declare my intention +to ask Miss Amanda Skinner of the village, town, +county, and state aforesaid, to become my lawful wedded +wife."</p> + +<p>"Oh, you big silly!" cried Mandy, dropping the paper, +for she didn't think it necessary to read any further.</p> + +<p>"Is it all right?" cried Hiram, "it cost a quarter to git it +drawn up. Then I swore to it before old Squire Rundlett +over to Montrose, and it ought ter hold water. You'd better +keep it, Mandy, then I can't fling it up at yer that I +never axed yer to marry me."</p> + +<p>"Who told you that?" asked the girl indignantly.</p> + +<p>"Ma Hawkins. Well, she didn't exactly say it to me, but +she spoke it out so loud to Betsy Green that I heered it +<a name="Page_393" id="Page_393"></a>clear out in the wood-shed and I'll tell yer what, Mandy, +it kinder made me mad."</p> + +<p>"Well, it's all right now," said Mandy soothingly.</p> + +<p>"Is it?" asked Hiram, his face beaming with delight.</p> + +<p>The next instant there was a succession of peculiar +sounds heard in the room. As Swiss came back from the +kitchen door but one chair was needed for the happy couple, +and an onlooker would have thought that chair was occupied +by one person with a very large head, having light +curly hair on one side and straight dark hair on the other, +no face being visible.</p> + +<p>It was upon this picture that Mrs. Crowley looked as she +opened the door leading into the kitchen and started to +come into the room with a large pan full of cream.</p> + +<p>Astonished, she stepped backward, forgetting the two +steps that she had just ascended. Flat upon her back she +fell, the pan of cream drenching her from head to foot.</p> + +<p>"It's drownded I am! It's drownded I am!" she cried at +the top of her voice.</p> + +<p>"What's the matter? How did it happen?" said Mandy, +as she rushed into the room, followed by Swiss.</p> + +<p>"Shure it's thinkin' I was," moaned Mrs. Crowley, +"when the milk fell on me."</p> + +<p>"Thinkin' of what?" cried Mandy sharply. "You couldn't +have been thinkin' of your business."</p> + +<p>"Shure I was thinkin' of the day when Pat Crowley and +I both sat in the same chair, forty years ago," said Mrs. +Crowley, rising to her feet and wiping the cream from her +eyes, and nose, and ears.</p> + +<p>During this time Swiss was busily engaged having a rich +feast upon the cream left in the pan. Hiram appeared at +the kitchen door to learn the cause of Mandy's absence.</p> + +<p>Raising her hands high in the air, Mrs. Crowley said, +"Bless you, my darlints; may yer live long and may all the +saints pour blessin's on yer hids."</p><p><a name="Page_394" id="Page_394"></a></p> + +<p>And with this invocation the poor old woman hobbled +off to her room in the ell and was not seen again until the +next morning.</p><p><a name="Page_395" id="Page_395"></a></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXXIII" id="CHAPTER_XXXIII"></a>CHAPTER XXXIII.</h2> + +<h3>THE WEDDIN'S.<br /></h3> + +<p>The next day was Saturday. While the Pettengill +family was at breakfast, Squire Rundlett arrived. +He had driven over from Montrose with the partnership +papers for Strout, Hiram, and Quincy to sign and also the +will of the late Mrs. Hepsibeth Putnam.</p> + +<p>As he came into the kitchen he espied Mandy, and a +broad smile spread over his face as he said, "Good morning, +Miss Skinner, was that paper all right?" Mandy flushed +scarlet but said nothing. "Honestly, Miss Skinner," said +the Squire, "I think it was a very sensible act on Hiram's +part. If men were obliged to put their proposals in writing +there wouldn't be any more breach of promise cases."</p> + +<p>"I think he was a big goose," finally ejaculated Mandy, +laughing in spite of herself.</p> + +<p>"At any rate," continued the Squire, "he knew how to +pick out a smart, pretty little woman for a wife;" and he +raised his hat politely and passed into the dining-room.</p> + +<p>Here he was asked to have some breakfast. He accepted +a cup of coffee, and, while drinking it, informed Quincy +and Alice of the twofold purpose of his visit.</p> + +<p>Quincy led Alice into the parlor, the Squire accompanying +them. Quincy then retired, saying he would join the +Squire in a short time and ride up to the store with him.</p> + +<p>When they were alone, the Squire informed Alice that +by the terms of Mrs. Putnam's last will she had been left +sole heiress of all the real and personal property of the deceased. +The dwelling house and farm were worth fully +ten thousand dollars, while the bonds, stocks, and other +<a name="Page_396" id="Page_396"></a>securities, of which he had had charge for many years, were +worth at least forty thousand more. For several years +Mrs. Putnam's income had been about twenty-five hundred +dollars a year.</p> + +<p>"It was very kind of her to leave it to me," said Alice; +"I have never done anything to deserve it and I would not +take it were it not that I understand there are no near relatives, +and that Miss Lindy Putnam was amply provided for +by her brother."</p> + +<p>There was a knock upon the door, and Quincy looked in.</p> + +<p>"Come in, Mr. Sawyer," said the Squire. "I have an +important bit of news for you that concerns this young +lady."</p> + +<p>Quincy did as requested and stood expectantly.</p> + +<p>The Squire went on: "Mrs. Putnam's old will, made +some six years ago, gave all the property to Miss Pettengill, +but provided that its provisions should be kept secret +for ninety days. In that will I was named as sole executor."</p> + +<p>"Why did she change it?" asked Alice earnestly.</p> + +<p>"I don't know," replied the Squire. "About three weeks +ago she sent for me and cut out the ninety-day restriction +and named our young friend here as co-executor with +myself."</p> + +<p>Alice remained silent, while a look of astonishment crept +into Quincy's face.</p> + +<p>"I do not quite comprehend her reason for making this +change," remarked Quincy.</p> + +<p>"Mrs. Putnam was a very far-seeing lady," said the +Squire, with a laugh, looking first at Alice and then at +Quincy.</p> + +<p>A slight flush mounted to Alice's cheeks, and Quincy +said coolly, "I do not perceive the application of your remark."</p> + +<p>"Easy enough," said the Squire, seeing that he had put +his foot in it, and that it was necessary to explain his false +step in some way; "easy enough. I have had sole charge +<a name="Page_397" id="Page_397"></a>of her property for six years, and she wished some cool-headed +business man to go over my accounts and see if I +had been honest in my dealings with her."</p> + +<p>"That way of stating the case is satisfactory," said +Quincy, a little more genially.</p> + +<p>"I don't think I am in danger of being robbed with two +such trusty guardians," said Alice.</p> + +<p>Then all three laughed, and the little rift was closed. +But the Squire's words had not been unheeded and two +hearts were busily thinking and wondering if he had really +meant what he said.</p> + +<p>The Squire then turned to Quincy. "If you will name +a day we will go over to the county town, present the will +for probate, and at any time thereafter my books will be +ready for inspection."</p> + +<p>Quincy named the following Wednesday, and then both +men congratulated Miss Pettengill on her good fortune, +bade her good morning, and then started to go to the store.</p> + +<p>As they passed through the kitchen Mandy was not in +sight. She evidently did not intend to have a second interview +with the Squire.</p> + +<p>When they reached the store they found Strout and +Hiram and Mr. Hill and his son already there. The business +with Mr. Hill was soon concluded, and he delivered +the keys of the property to Squire Rundlett; then the co-partnership +papers were duly signed and witnessed, and +then the Squire passed the keys to Mr. Obadiah Strout, the +senior partner of the new firm of Strout & Maxwell, who +formally took possession of the property in his own name +and that of his partners.</p> + +<p>Since Abner's curt declination of a position in the store, +Strout had been looking around for some one to take his +place, and had finally settled upon William Ricker, or, as +he was generally called, Billy Ricker, a popular young +resident of Montrose, as it was thought he could control a +great deal of trade in that town.</p><p><a name="Page_398" id="Page_398"></a></p> + +<p>For a similar reason, Quincy and Hiram had united in +choosing young Abbott Smith, who was known by everybody +in Eastborough Centre and West Eastborough. +Abbott had grown tired of driving the hotel carriage and +wished to engage in some permanent business.</p> + +<p>The choice was naturally not particularly palatable to +Strout, but he had consented to let bygones be bygones and +could offer no valid objection. These two young men were +to report for duty that Saturday evening, and the close of +that day's business terminated Benoni and Samuel Hill's +connection with the grocery store.</p> + +<p>Sunday morning all of the Pettengill family went to +church and listened to a sermon by Mr. Howe, the minister, +from the text, "Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall +inherit the kingdom of Heaven."</p> + +<p>As they were driving home, Uncle Ike remarked in his +dry, sarcastic way, "I s'pose Mr. Howe was thinkin' of Mrs. +Putnam when he was praisin' the peacemakers; it's a fashion +in the country, I understand, the Sunday after a funeral +to preach in a general way about the departed one."</p> + +<p>"Mrs. Putnam has been very kind to me," protested +Alice, "and you should forgive her for my sake."</p> + +<p>"I'll forgive her," said Uncle Ike, "when the wrong she +has done has been righted." He shut his teeth together +sharply, faced the horses again, and lapsed into silence.</p> + +<p>In the afternoon Quincy joined Alice in the parlor, and +they sang some sacred music together.</p> + +<p>Quincy picked up a book from the table and said, "Why, +Miss Pettengill, by this turned down corner I imagine +there are some thirty pages of this very interesting story, +'The Love of a Lifetime,' that I have not read to you. +Would you like to have me finish it this afternoon?"</p> + +<p>"I have been afraid to hear the last chapter," said Alice. +"I fear Herbert and Clarice will both die, and I so hate a +book with a sad ending. Why don't authors keep their +lovers alive—"</p><p><a name="Page_399" id="Page_399"></a></p> + +<p>"Marry them off and let them live happily ever afterward," +Quincy concluded.</p> + +<p>"I don't think I could ever write a book with a sorrowful +conclusion," mused Alice.</p> + +<p>Quincy saw the opportunity for which he had long +waited.</p> + +<p>"Why don't you write a book?" asked he earnestly. +"My friend Leopold says you ought to; he further said +that you were a genius, and if I remember him correctly, +compared you to a diamond—"</p> + +<p>"In the rough," added Alice quickly.</p> + +<p>"That's it," said Quincy; "but Leopold added that rough +diamonds should be dug up, cut, and set in a manner worthy +of their value."</p> + +<p>"I am afraid Mr. Ernst greatly overrates my abilities and +my worth," said she, a little constrainedly. "But how unkind +and ungrateful I am to you and Mr. Ernst, who have +been so kind and have done so much for me. I will promise +this much," she continued graciously. "I will think it +over, and if my heart does not fail me, I will try."</p> + +<p>"I hope your conclusion will be favorable," remarked +Quincy. "In a short time you will be financially independent +and freed from any necessity of returning to your +former vocation. I never knew of an author so completely +successful at the start, and I think you have every encouragement +to make literature your 'love of a lifetime.'"</p> + +<p>"I will try to think so too," replied Alice softly.</p> + +<p>Then he took up the book and finished reading it. When +he had closed, neither he nor she were thinking of that +future world in which Herbert and Clarice had sealed those +vows which they had kept so steadfastly and truly during +life, but of the present world, bright with promise for each +of them, in which there was but one shade of sorrow—that +filmy web that shut out the beauties of nature from +the sight of that most beautiful of God's creations, a lovely +woman.</p><p><a name="Page_400" id="Page_400"></a></p> + +<p>Monday morning Quincy made another trip to Boston. +He had obtained the measurements for a large sign, upon +which, on a blue ground, the words "Strout & Maxwell" +were to appear in large gold letters. He paid another visit +to the carriage factory, and ordered two leather covered +wagon tops, to be used in stormy weather, and picked out +two sets of harness resplendent with brass buckles and +bosses and having "S. & M." in brass letters on the blinders.</p> + +<p>He reached Aunt Ella's in time for lunch. He told her +of the approaching wedding of Ezekiel and Huldy; then, +leaning over, he whispered something in her ear, which +made her face beam with delight.</p> + +<p>"What a joke it will be," cried she, "and how the country +folks will enjoy it. Can't I come down to the wedding, +Quincy, and bring my landau, my double span of cream-colored +horses, and my driver and footman in the Chessman +livery? I'll take you and your lady love to the church."</p> + +<p>"Why, certainly," said Quincy. "I'll ask Miss Mason +to send you an invitation."</p> + +<p>"Let me do something to help," begged the impetuous +but good-hearted Aunt Ella. "Bring the girls up some +morning early. We will go shopping, then we'll lunch +here. We will have to go without our wine and cigars +that day, you know, and then we'll go to the modiste's and +the milliner's in the afternoon. We'll make a day of it, +young man."</p> + +<p>Quincy leaned back in his easy-chair and blew a ring of +blue smoke from one of Uncle Robert's cigars.</p> + +<p>"Excuse me, Aunt Ella," said he, "but do you ever intend +to get married again?"</p> + +<p>"Quincy Adams Sawyer!" cried Aunt Ella, with an astonished +look on her face, "are you joking?"</p> + +<p>"Certainly not," replied Quincy. "My question was intended +to be a serious and respectful inquiry. You are +only forty, fine looking, well educated, well connected and +wealthy. Why should you not?"</p><p><a name="Page_401" id="Page_401"></a></p> + +<p>"I will answer you seriously then, Quincy. I could not +marry again. Ten years' life with Robert Chessman was +a greater pleasure than a lifetime with an ordinary man. +I was twenty-five when I married him; we lived together +ten years; he has been dead for five. How often I have +wished that Robert had lived to enjoy his fortune with me.</p> + +<p>"But he was satisfied," she continued. "'Better be a +success at the end,' he used to say, 'than be a success in middle +life and fall from your greatness. Look at Wolsey, +look at Richelieu, look at Napoleon Bonaparte.' He would +often remark: 'Earth has no sadder picture than a broken +idol.' He used to consider Abraham Lincoln the most successful +man that ever lived, for he died before making a +mistake, and when he was strongest in the hearts of the +people.</p> + +<p>"Your question reminds me," continued Aunt Ella, "of +something I had in mind to say to you at some future day, +but I may as well say it now. How much money have +you, Quincy, and what is your income?"</p> + +<p>"Father gave me fifty thousand dollars outright when I +was twenty-one; it pays on an average six per cent. Besides +this he allows me two thousand a year for supposed +professional services rendered in his law office."</p> + +<p>"That makes five thousand a year," said Aunt Ella +quickly. "Well, I'll allow you five thousand more a year, +and the day you are married I'll give you as much outright +as your father did. That's unconditional. Now, conditionally, +if you bring your wife here and live with me you +shall have rooms and board free, and I'll leave you every +dollar I possess when I'm through with it. Don't argue +with me now," she continued, as Quincy essayed to speak. +"Think it over, tell her about it. You will do as you please, +of course, but I shall not change my mind on this point."</p> + +<p>"Didn't your husband leave any relatives that might +turn up and prevent any such disposition of your property?"</p><p><a name="Page_402" id="Page_402"></a></p> + +<p>"When we married, Robert said he was alone in the +world," replied Aunt Ella; "he had no sisters, and only one +brother, named Charles. Charles was an artist; he went +to Paris to study about thirty-five years ago. From there +he went to London. Some thirty years ago Robert got a +letter from him in which he said he was going to return to +America. Robert waited, but he did not come; then he +wrote again to his English address, but the letter was returned +with the words 'Gone to America' endorsed +thereon."</p> + +<p>"Was he married?" inquired Quincy.</p> + +<p>"Robert never knew," said Aunt Ella, "but he imagined +not, as Charlie, as he called him, never spoke in his letters +of being in love, much less of being married."</p> + +<p>Quincy caught the three o'clock train to Eastborough +Centre, and Ellis Smith, another son of 'Bias Smith, who +had taken the hotel carriage in place of his brother Abbott, +drove him home.</p> + +<p>A few days thereafter invitations to the wedding of +Ezekiel Pettengill and Hulda Ann Mason were sent broadcast +through Eastborough Centre, West Eastborough, +Mason's Corner, and Montrose. Then it was decided by +the gossips that Ezekiel was going to have Mr. Sawyer and +Hiram Maxwell and Sam Hill to stand up with him, while +Huldy Ann was going to have Alice Pettengill, Mandy +Skinner, and Tilly James as bridesmaids.</p> + +<p>The whole town turned out when the two gaudy wagons, +with their handsome horses and fine harness reached Eastborough +Centre, and a number of Centre folks followed +the unique procession over to Mason's Corner. One of +the wagons contained the new sign, which was soon put +in place, and was a source of undisguised admiration for a +long time.</p> + +<p>On the tenth of April, Strout & Maxwell's two heavy +teams went over to Eastborough Centre and returned about +noon heavily loaded, followed by three other teams from +<a name="Page_403" id="Page_403"></a>the Centre equally well filled. Then Mr. Obadiah Strout +could contain himself no longer. He let the cat out of the +bag, and the news spread like wildfire over the village, and +was soon carried to Eastborough Centre and to Montrose. +The Mason's Corner church was to have a new organ, a +present from Mr. Sawyer, and Professor Obadiah Strout +had been engaged to officiate for one year.</p> + +<p>The nineteenth of April was fixed for Huldy's wedding +day. The hour was ten in the morning. As early as eight +o'clock teams began to arrive from north, east, south, and +west. Enough invitations had been issued to fill the church, +and by half-past nine every seat was taken.</p> + +<p>The little church was profusely decorated with vines, +ferns and potted plants, while a wealth of cut flowers +adorned the altar, the front of the new organ, which rose +towering to the very top of the church, and the pews +reserved for the bridal party.</p> + +<p>Outside the edifice hundreds of sightseers, not honored +with invitations, lined both sides of the spacious Square in +front of the church, and occupied positions of vantage on +the steps.</p> + +<p>It lacked but ten minutes of ten. The sexton rung a +merry peal from the sweet-toned bell, which was the pride +of the inhabitants of Mason's Corner. Within the church +the ushers, having attended to the seating of the audience, +stood just within the door awaiting the arrival of the bride +and groom. They were in dress suits, with white gloves, +and each had a white rose in his butonhole. Robert Wood +and Cobb's twins had been assigned to the right of the +centre aisle, while Abbott Smith, Benjamin Bates, and +Emmanuel Howe had charge of the left side of the edifice. +If any noticed the absence of Samuel Hill and Hiram Maxwell, +it did not provoke general remark, although Mrs. +Hawkins asked Jonas if he'd seen Mandy anywhere, and +Tilly James's school chum, Eliza Allen, managed to occupy +two seats, so as to have one for Tilly when she came.</p><p><a name="Page_404" id="Page_404"></a></p> + +<p>At exactly five minutes of ten, Professor Strout emerged +from the rear of the platform and proceeded towards the +new organ. He, like the ushers, was in a dress suit, with a +white rose in the lapel of his coat. He was greeted with +applause and bowed his acknowledgements. He took his +seat at the organ and played a soft prelude, during which +the Rev. Caleb Howe entered and advanced to the altar.</p> + +<p>Then loud cheers were heard from the assembled crowd +outside. The organ stopped and the sexton again filled +the air with merry peals. The sight outside was one which +those inside could not see, and therefore could not appreciate. +What was that coming up the road? Mason's Corner +had never seen an equipage like that before. An open +carriage, drawn by four cream-colored horses, with white +manes and tails and silver-tipped harness. A coachman +in livery sat upon the box, while a footman, in similar +livery, rode behind. Following behind this were other carriages, +containing the other members of the bridal party.</p> + +<p>Within the church every eye was turned upon the door +through which the party was to come. Professor Strout's +sharp eye saw the first couple as they reached the entrance, +and the strains of Mendelssohn's Wedding March, that +have preceded so many happy bridals, sounded through +the church. The party included Ezekiel and Huldy, Deacon +Mason and wife, Mr. Sawyer and Miss Alice Pettengill, +and a handsome, richly dressed lady unknown to +any of the villagers, who was escorted by Mr. Isaac Pettengill.</p> + +<p>Ezekiel and Huldy advanced and took their positions +before the minister, while the remainder of the party took +seats in one of the bridal pews.</p> + +<p>When the ceremony was over the audience naturally +expected that the wedded couple would leave the church +by the right-hand aisle, on both sides of which, from end +to end, white silk ribbons had been drawn to keep the passage +clear.</p><p><a name="Page_405" id="Page_405"></a></p> + +<p>But no! Shouts and cheers were again heard from +outside the church, again the church bell rang out, and +once more the melody of the Wedding March fell upon the +ears of the Professor's auditors, while to their astonishment +Ezekiel and his wife seated themselves quietly in the +front bridal pew. Again every eye was turned, every neck +was craned, and Samuel Hill and Tilly James walked down +the centre aisle and took their places before the clergyman. +Again the solemn words were spoken, and this time the +spectators felt sure that the double couple would leave the +church by the silken pathway.</p> + +<p>But no; again were cheers and shouts from the outside +borne to the excited spectators within. Once more the +sexton sent out pleasing tones from the church bell; once +more the Professor evoked those melodious strains from +the sweet-toned organ; and as Samuel Hill and his wife +took their seats in the front pew beside Mr. and Mrs. Ezekiel +Pettengill, the excitement of the audience could no +longer be controlled. It overcame all restraint, and as +Hiram Maxwell and Mandy Skinner entered, the people +arose to their feet and cheered loudly, as they would have +done at a political meeting or a circus.</p> + +<p>Again, and for the last time, the Rev. Mr. Howe went +through the time-honored ceremony, and at its close Mr. +and Mrs. Ezekiel Pettengill, Mr. and Mrs. Samuel Hill, +and Mr. and Mrs. Hiram Maxwell left the church by way +of the right-hand aisle, preceded by the ushers, who strewed +the aisle with white roses as they advanced, and were followed +by the occupants of the second bridal pew.</p> + +<p>As Quincy rode over to Eastborough Centre with his +Aunt Ella, after partaking of the wedding breakfast, which +was served in Deacon Mason's dining-room, she remarked +to him that the events of the day had been most enjoyable, +and that she didn't know, after all, but that she should +change her mind about getting married again.</p> + +<p>When asked by Quincy if she had seen any one whom +<a name="Page_406" id="Page_406"></a>she thought would suit her for a second husband, she replied +that "Mr. Isaac Pettengill was a very well-preserved +old gentleman, and the most original man in thought and +speech that she had met since Robert died."</p> + +<p>Quincy did not inform her that Uncle Ike had a wife +and two grown-up daughters living, thinking it best to reserve +that information for a future occasion.</p> + +<p>That night Strout & Maxwell's grocery store was the +centre of attraction. Strout was in his glory, and was, of +course, in his own opinion, the most successful feature of +that eventful day. It was a very common thing to get +married, but it was a most uncommon thing to play on a +new church organ, and play as well as he had done, "for +the first time, too," as he remarked a score of times.</p> + +<p>Stepping upon a barrel, the Professor called out in a +loud voice, "Order, please," and in a short time the assembled +crowd became quiet.</p> + +<p>"Friends and Feller Citizens: I have this day received +my commission as postmaster at Mason's Corner, Mass. +Mail matter will be sorted with celerity and delivered only +to the proper parties, while the firm of Strout & Maxwell +will always keep on hand a full assortment of the best +family groceries at reasonable prices. Soliciting your continued +patronage, I remain, yours respectively.</p> + +<p class="right1"> +<span class="smcap">Obadiah Strout</span>, Postmaster. +</p> + +<p>As the Professor stepped down from the barrel, Abner +Stiles caught him by the arm and said in a low voice, +"Isn't Deacon Mason one of your bondsmen?"</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Strout, somewhat pompously, "but what of +it?"</p> + +<p>"Why, yer see," said Abner, "I'm workin' for the Deacon +now, and I'm just as devoted to his interests as I used +to be to yourn onct, and with a much better hope of reward, +both on this earth and in Heaven, and if he's got money +<a name="Page_407" id="Page_407"></a>put up on yer, of course yer won't object if I drop in onct +in a while and kinder keep an eye on yer." And with this +parting shot he dashed out a side door and was lost to +sight.</p><p><a name="Page_408" id="Page_408"></a></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXXIV" id="CHAPTER_XXXIV"></a>CHAPTER XXXIV.</h2> + +<h3>BLENNERHASSETT.<br /></h3> + +<p>When comparatively great events follow each other +in quick succession, those of minor importance are +liable to escape mention. It was for this reason, probably, +that the second visit of Dr. Tillotson was not spoken of at +the time of its occurrence. He examined Alice's eyes and +declared that progress towards recovery was being made, +slowly but surely. He left a bottle of new medicine, and +advised Alice, as an aid to recovery, to take a long walk, +or a ride, each pleasant day. This advice he repeated to +Uncle Ike, who was waiting for him outside the front door, +and to Quincy, who brought him from the station and took +him back.</p> + +<p>On the day fixed upon, Quincy drove over to Montrose, +and accompanied by Squire Rundlett, went to the county +town and presented Mrs. Putnam's will for probate. In +due time the will was admitted, the executors' bonds were +filed and approved, and Quincy, at the age of twenty-three, +found himself one of the financial guardians of the young +heiress, Mary Alice Pettengill, she being his junior by less +than two years.</p> + +<p>About ten days after Quincy's interview with his Aunt +Ella, in which she had signified her intention of making +him an allowance, he received a letter from a Boston banking +firm, informing him that by direction of Mrs. Ella +Chessman, the sum of five thousand dollars had been placed +to his credit, and that a similar sum would be so placed +on the first business day of January in each succeeding +year. A blank card was enclosed for a copy of his signature, +<a name="Page_409" id="Page_409"></a>and the statement made that his drafts would be duly +honored.</p> + +<p>When Quincy and his aunt reached Eastborough Centre, +after the trio of weddings, they found that they had a +full hour to wait before the arrival of the next ingoing +train.</p> + +<p>This gave plenty of time for the reloading of the horses +and carriage on the special car in which they had been +brought from Boston and which had been side-tracked.</p> + +<p>Quincy wished to accompany his aunt to Boston and +escort her to her home, but she demurred. He insisted, +but his aunt replied, "Don't go, please don't, Quincy; they +will take me for your mother, and I really am not quite old +enough for that."</p> + +<p>This argument was unanswerable, and Quincy bade her +a laughing good-by as the train sped on towards Boston, +the special car in charge of the coachman and footman +bringing up the rear.</p> + +<p>Thus Aunt Ella's visit to Mason's Corner became an +event of the past, but the memory of it remained green for +a long time in the minds of those who had witnessed her +arrival and departure.</p> + +<p>Ellis Smith drove Quincy home to the Pettengill house. +It was to be home no longer, for Hiram and Mandy were +to have the room that Quincy had occupied so long. His +trunk and other belongings he had packed up the night +before, and at Quincy's request, Cobb's twins had taken +them out to Jacob's Parlor, where he found them. He +knew that Mr. and Mrs. Hawkins were to spend the afternoon +with their daughter and son-in-law.</p> + +<p>Quincy also knew that Uncle Ike and Alice were at +Deacon Mason's, where Ezekiel and Huldy were to remain +for the coming week.</p> + +<p>For the first time since he had been at Mason's Corner, +Quincy felt lonesome and deserted. He reflected on his +way to Mrs. Hawkins's boarding house that these weddings +<a name="Page_410" id="Page_410"></a>were all very nice, to be sure, but they had deprived him +of the society of many good friends, who were now united +by stronger ties than those of simple, everyday friendship.</p> + +<p>He did not care to go to the grocery store, for he felt +that the Professor was entitled to all the credit that he was +likely to get for his day's performance, and he did not wish +to detract from it. So he went directly to his room, and +for the first time felt out of sorts with Eastborough and its +people.</p> + +<p>He was not hungry for food, so he did not answer the +call to supper, but sat in the dark and thought. He realized +that he was hungry, yes, desperately hungry, for love—the +love of one woman, Alice Pettengill. Why should +he wait longer? Even if his father and mother objected his +Aunt Ella was on his side, and her action had made him +independent. He had felt himself so before, but now there +was no doubt of it.</p> + +<p>This determined young man then made up his mind he +would declare his love at the first auspicious moment. +Then he would go to his parents and learn their verdict +on his proposed action. Thinking thus he went to bed, +and in his dreams, ushers, and bridesmaids, and cut flowers, +and potted plants, and miles of silken ribbon, and cream-colored +horses, and carriages, and clergymen, and organists, +and big pipe organs were revolving about him and +Alice, as the planets revolve about the sun.</p> + +<p>Once more Quincy's breakfast was on the stove being +kept warm, and once more Mrs. Hawkins was waiting impatiently +for him to come down.</p> + +<p>Betsy Green and she were washing the breakfast dishes. +How happy Eve must have been in Eden, where there was +no china, no knives and forks, and no pots and kettles, and +what an endless burden of commonplace drudgery she entailed +upon her fair sisters when she fell from her high +estate. Man's labor is uniformly productive, but woman's, +alas! is still almost as uniformly simply preservative.</p><p><a name="Page_411" id="Page_411"></a></p> + +<p>"Mr. Sawyer," said Mrs. Hawkins to Betsy Green, "is +no doubt a very nice young man, but I shouldn't want him +for a steady boarder, 'less he got up on time and eat his +meals reg'lar."</p> + +<p>"I s'pose he's all tired out," remarked Betsy. "He had +a pretty hard day of it yesterday, you know, Mis' Hawkins."</p> + +<p>"Wall, I s'pose I ought to be kinder easy on him on that +account. I must say he managed things fust rate."</p> + +<p>"How did the brides look?" asked Betsy.</p> + +<p>Poor girl, she was one of the few who were not able to +view the grand sight.</p> + +<p>"I can think of no word to express my feelin's," replied +Mrs. Hawkins after a pause, "but splendiferous! Huldy's +dress was a white satin that would a stood alone. She had +a overskirt of netted white silk cord, heavy enough to use +for a hammock. You know she's neither light nor dark, +kind of a between, but she looked mighty poorty all the +same."</p> + +<p>"Was Tilly James dressed in white, too?" inquired Betsy.</p> + +<p>"No," answered Mrs. Hawkins. "She wore a very light +pink silk, with a lace overskirt, and it just matched her +black eyes and black hair fine, I can tell yer."</p> + +<p>"Mandy must have looked pretty, with her light curly +hair and blue eyes, and those rosy cheeks."</p> + +<p>"Well," said Mrs. Hawkins reflectively, "I'm her mother, +and a course I'm prejoodished, but I honestly think she +was the best lookin' one of the three. Of course Hiram +is no beauty, and I'm all out of patience when he tries to +talk to me. But I know he'll make Mandy a good husband, +and that's a tarnal sight better'n good looks."</p> + +<p>"What color was Mandy's dress?" persisted Betsy.</p> + +<p>"Lord a massy," cried Mrs. Hawkins, "I e'en a'most forgot +to tell yer. Her dress was a very light blue silk, with +a lace overskirt, 'bout the same as Tilly's. Mr. Sawyer +gave her two hundred dollars to buy her things with, 'cause +<a name="Page_412" id="Page_412"></a>she's been so nice to him since he boarded at Pettengill's."</p> + +<p>"Who was that stylish lookin' lady that came in a carriage +with the four beautiful horses? I saw her outer the +attic winder."</p> + +<p>"She was a Mrs. Chessman," replied Mrs. Hawkins. I +heern tell she's a widder'd aunt of Mr. Sawyer's, and she's +as rich as Creazers."</p> + +<p>"How rich is that?" inquired Betsey, with an astonished +look.</p> + +<p>"Creazers," replied Mrs. Hawkins, with an expression +that savored of erudition, "was a man who was so all fired +rich that he had to hire folks to spend his money for him."</p> + +<p>At that moment a step was heard in the dining-room, +and both Mrs. Hawkins and Betsy flew to wait upon the +new-comer who proved to be Mr. Quincy Adams Sawyer. +As he took his seat at the table the Connecticut clock on +the mantelpiece struck ten.</p> + +<p>At eleven o'clock that same morning Mr. Sawyer +knocked at the front door of Mr. Ezekiel Pettengill's residence. +How strange it seemed, how much more homelike +it would have been to have entered by the back door +and to have come through the kitchen and dining-room, as +of old. But no! He was not a regular boarder now, only +an occasional visitor.</p> + +<p>The door was opened by young Mrs. Maxwell, and her +usually rosy cheeks were ruddier than ever when she saw +who the caller was.</p> + +<p>"Is Miss Pettengill in?" Quincy politely inquired.</p> + +<p>"She's in the parlor, sir; won't you walk in?" And she +threw open the door of the room in which Alice sat by the +fire.</p> + +<p>"Do I disturb your dreams, Miss Pettengill?" asked +Quincy, as he reached her side.</p> + +<p>"I'm so glad you have come, Mr. Sawyer," said Alice, +extending her hand. "I never was so lonesome in my life +as I have been this morning. The house seems deserted.<a name="Page_413" id="Page_413"></a> +Uncle Ike ate too many good things yesterday, and says he +is enjoying an attack of indigestion to-day. I had Swiss in +here to keep me company, but he wouldn't stay and Mandy +had to let him out."</p> + +<p>"He came up to Mrs. Hawkins's," said Quincy, as he +took his accustomed seat opposite Alice. "He walked +down with me, but when he saw me safe on the front doorstep +he disappeared around the corner."</p> + +<p>"I didn't tell him to go after you," said Alice, laughing; +"but I am very glad that you have come. I have a very +important matter to consult you about. You know you +are my business man now."</p> + +<p>"I'm always at your service," replied Quincy. "I think +I know what you wish to see me about."</p> + +<p>"And what do you think it is?" asked Alice, shaking her +head negatively.</p> + +<p>"Well," said Quincy, "I saw Squire Rundlett the day +before the weddings and he thought that you might possibly +want some money. He had a thousand dollars in +cash belonging to you, and I brought you half of it. If +you will kindly sign this receipt," he continued, as he took +a small parcel from his pocket, "you will relieve me of +further responsibility for its safe keeping."</p> + +<p>He moved the little writing table close to her chair, and +dipping the pen in the ink he handed it to her, and indicated +with his finger the place where she should sign. She +wrote as well as ever, though she could see nothing that she +penned.</p> + +<p>"There are eight fifty-dollar bills, eight tens and four +fives," he said, as he passed her the money.</p> + +<p>"Which are the fifties?" she asked, as she handled the +money nervously with her fingers.</p> + +<p>"Here they are," said Quincy, and he separated them +from the rest of the bills and placed them in her hands.</p> + +<p>"Oh! thank you," said she. She counted out four of the +bills and passed them to Quincy. "That settles my money +<a name="Page_414" id="Page_414"></a>debt to you, does it not?" she inquired; "but nothing can +pay the debt of gratitude that I owe you for your many +acts of kindness to me, Mr. Sawyer."</p> + +<p>"I am fully repaid by that very kind speech of yours," +replied Quincy. "But what was the important matter you +wished to see me about? I don't think it was the money."</p> + +<p>"It was not," said Alice. "I have little use for money +just at present. I never had so much before at once in all +my life. I shall have to learn to be an heiress."</p> + +<p>"It's a lesson that is very easily learned," replied Quincy.</p> + +<p>"What I wish to speak about," continued Alice, musingly, +"is Mrs. Putnam's house. I could never live in it. I +could never go into that room again;" and she shuddered.</p> + +<p>"You can sell it," interposed Quincy.</p> + +<p>"No," said Alice earnestly, "I am going to give it away. +Father just made a living here, and Ezekiel can do no better, +but with the Putnam farm, properly stocked, he can +in time become a rich man, for he is a good farmer, and he +loves his work. I wish," continued Alice, "to give 'Zekiel +and Huldy the farm outright, then I would like to loan him +enough money to buy live stock and machinery and whatever +else he may need, so that he may begin his new life +under the most favorable auspices."</p> + +<p>"I think your proposed action a most commendable +one," remarked Quincy. "I am sure you need anticipate +no objections on the part of Squire Rundlett or myself. +Our duties are limited to seeing that all the property that +was willed to you is properly delivered. It gives us no +right to interfere with your wishes or to question your motives. +I will see Squire Rundlett at an early day and have +the matter put into shape. Does Ezekiel know of this?"</p> + +<p>"Not a word," said Alice; "I do not wish to speak to him +about it until the matter is all settled and the papers are +signed. He is high spirited, and at the first mention I know +he would refuse my offer, especially if he thought 'twas +only known to us two. But when he learns that the deed is +<a name="Page_415" id="Page_415"></a>done, and that the Squire and yourself are knowing to it, +he will be more tractable."</p> + +<p>"Speaking of the Putnam house, or more properly, I +suppose, Pettengill house number two—"</p> + +<p>"This will always be number one," interposed Alice.</p> + +<p>"—reminds me," said Quincy, that my efforts to discover +Lindy's whereabouts have so far proved unavailing. The +advertisement that I put in for a month has run out and +I have received no word."</p> + +<p>"Do you think she went to New York, as she promised?" +inquired Alice.</p> + +<p>"I do not," replied Quincy. "I think she always had an +idea that Mrs. Putnam had some letter or document in her +possession relating to her parents. I think the poor girl +lost hope when she learned that it was destroyed, and I +imagine that she has intentionally hidden herself and does +not wish to be found. I might, after long search, discover +her bankers, but she has probably notified them to keep her +address a secret. I do not like to confess," he continued, +"to so abject a failure, but I really do not know what to +do next."</p> + +<p>"We must wait and hope," said Alice. Then looking up +at Quincy with an arch smile upon her face, she added, +"I will extend your time, Sir Knight. Your gallant efforts +have so far been unsuccessful, but I shall pray that you may +some day return victorious."</p> + +<p>Quincy replied in the same tone of banter: "Knowing +that you, fair lady, are ever thinking of me, and that my +name is ever upon your fair lips in prayer, will spur me to +renewed effort, for surely no cavalier ever had a more lovely +mistress or a greater incentive to knightly action."</p> + +<p>Although he spoke in a chaffing tone, there was an undercurrent +of seriousness in his manner and pathos in his voice +that made Alice start and flush visibly.</p> + +<p>Fearing that he had gone too far he quickly changed the +<a name="Page_416" id="Page_416"></a>subject by asking abruptly, "Have you come to any decision +about your book?"</p> + +<p>"Yes," replied Alice, "and I am ashamed to say that +your friend's suggestion and your warm endorsement of it +have so increased my egotism and enlarged my appreciation +of my own abilities that I am tempted to try it, especially +now, as you inform me I am independent and can do +as I please."</p> + +<p>"Have you progressed so far as to fix upon a subject?" +inquired Quincy.</p> + +<p>"Yes, provisionally," replied Alice. "I have always been +a great admirer of history, and particularly that of my own +country. For the period from 1776, no, from 1607, to +the present time I have become conversant with the +thoughts and acts of our patriots and public men. One +character has always been a mystery to me, and I wish to +learn all I can about him."</p> + +<p>"And he?" questioned Quincy.</p> + +<p>"Is Aaron Burr," said Alice. "How I wish I could learn +the truth about the loss of his daughter Theodosia; then +the real reasons for his duel with Alexander Hamilton +are not fully understood at the present day. Then again, I +should enjoy writing about that fine old Irish gentleman +and lover of science, Harman Blennerhassett, and his lovely +wife, Margaret."</p> + +<p>"Have you decided upon the title?" still further questioned +Quincy.</p> + +<p>"I have thought of two," she replied, "'Theodosia,' and +'Blennerhassett,' but I strongly incline to the latter."</p> + +<p>"So do I," said Quincy, "but you will have to do much +more reading, no doubt, before you commence writing. +Historical novels are usually savagely attacked by the +critics, presumably very often from political motives, and +you would have to be very strong in your authorities."</p> + +<p>"That is what troubles me," said Alice; "if I only could +read—"</p><p><a name="Page_417" id="Page_417"></a></p> + +<p>"But others can read to you and make such notes as you +desire," remarked Quincy. "I should like nothing better +than to help you in such a work, but I have been away from +home so long that I feel it imperative to resume my business +duties at an early day."</p> + +<p>"I think you ought," said Alice. "I could not presume +to trespass upon your kindness and good nature to such an +extent. The idea of writing this book has grown very +pleasing to me, but I can wait until—" She stopped speaking +and placed both of her hands over her eyes. "I can +wait," she repeated, "until my eyes are better."</p> + +<p>"Will you allow me to make a suggestion, Miss Pettengill?"</p> + +<p>Alice smiled and nodded. "You are my literary as well +as my financial adviser," said she.</p> + +<p>"It will no doubt appear quite an undertaking to you," +continued Quincy, "but I shall be very glad to help you. +My plan is to secure a lady who reads well and can write a +good hand to assist you. Besides this, she must understand +correcting proof sheets. I think Leopold could easily find +such a person for you. Then, again, you know what Dr. +Tillotson said about your taking exercise and fresh air. +The second feature of my plan, and the most important in +my mind, is to find some quiet place in the country, or at +the beach, where you and your amanuensis can both work +and play. I can buy for you such books as you need, and +you can finish the work this summer."</p> + +<p>Alice reflected. After a few moments' pause she said, +"I like the plan and I thank you very much for speaking of +it; but I prefer the beach. I love the plash and roar and +boom of the water, and it will be a constant inspiration to +me. How soon can I go?" she asked, with a look upon her +face that a young child might have had in speaking to its +father.</p> + +<p>This was Alice Pettengill's great charm. She was honest +and disingenuous, and was always ready to think that +<a name="Page_418" id="Page_418"></a>what others deemed it best for her to do was really so. Imitation +may be the sincerest flattery, but appreciation of the +advice and counsel of others, combined with gratitude for +the friendly spirit that prompts it, makes and holds more +friends.</p> + +<p>Quincy looked at his watch.</p> + +<p>"I can get the afternoon train, I think," said he. "I will +see Leopold, and then run up and make Aunt Ella a call. +She knows the New England coast from Eastport to Newport. +Did she speak to you at the wedding?"</p> + +<p>"Some lady with a very pleasant voice asked me if I +were Miss Pettengill, while we were in the church," replied +Alice. "I said yes, and then she told me that her +name was Chessman, adding the information that she was +your aunt, and that you could tell me all about her."</p> + +<p>"I shall be happy to," said Quincy; "but I can assure +you it would be much more enjoyable for you to hear it +from herself. I hope you will have that pleasure some +day." And again adopting a bantering tone, "I trust, fair +lady, I shall not return this time from a bootless errand."</p> + +<p>Alice listened again, as she had often done, until she +heard the sound of departing wheels, and then she fell to +wondering whether her future paths in life would continue +to be marked out by this Sir Knight, who was ever at her +beck and call, and whether it was her destiny to always +tread the paths that he laid out for her.</p> + +<p>Quincy was fortunate in finding Leopold at home.</p> + +<p>"I'm glad you've come, Quincy," said he; "I was going +to write you to-night."</p> + +<p>"What's up?" inquired Quincy.</p> + +<p>"Please pass me that package of papers on the corner of +the table," answered Leopold, being loath to rise from his +recumbent position on the lounge.</p> + +<p>Quincy did as requested and took a seat beside Leopold.</p> + +<p>"These," said Leopold, "are the proofs of the first writings +of a to-be-famous American author. Glad she took a +<a name="Page_419" id="Page_419"></a>man's name, so I don't have to say authoress. Here," he +continued, "are the proofs of the story, Was it Signed? +Cooper wishes it read and returned immediately. Editors +wish everything done immediately. They loaf on their end +and expect the poor author to sit up all night and make up +for their shortcomings. I'm a sort of editor myself, and I +know what I'm talking about. This lot," he continued, +"will appear in 'The Sunday Universe' a week from next +Sunday. I had a copy made for Jameson to work from. +Bruce Douglas owes me four-fifty for expenses, necessary +but not authorized."</p> + +<p>"I will see that you are reimbursed," said Quincy; "want +it now?" and he made a motion to take out his pocketbook.</p> + +<p>"No," replied Leopold, "I'm flush to-day; keep it till +some time when I'm strapped. Last, and most important +of all, here are the proofs of the story that is to appear in +our monthly. Now, my advice to you is, Quincy, seek the +fair author at once, correct these proofs and have them +back to me within three days, or they'll go over and she'll +be charged for keeping the type standing, besides having +her pay hung up for another week."</p> + +<p>"She won't mind that," said Quincy, with a laugh. "She's +an heiress now, with real and personal property valued at +fifty thousand dollars. But what am I to do?" asked he +seriously. "I could read the manuscript, but we have no +one at Eastborough who knows how to make those pothooks +and scratches that you call 'corrections.'"</p> + +<p>"Well, you two young aspirants for literary fame are in +a box, are'nt you? I was thinking about that fifty thousand. +Perhaps I'd better go home with you and get acquainted +with the author," said Leopold with a laugh.</p> + +<p>"Well," returned Quincy, "it would be very kind of you +in our present emergency, but, strange as it may seem, I +came to see you this afternoon about securing a literary assistant +for Miss Pettengill. She has decided to write that +book."</p><p><a name="Page_420" id="Page_420"></a></p> + +<p>"Good girl!" cried Leopold, sitting bolt upright upon the +lounge. "I mean, good boy, for it was, no doubt, your acknowledged +powers of argument and gently persuasive +ways that have secured this consummation of my desire. +Let me think;" and he scratched his head vigorously. "I +think I have it," said he, finally. "One of our girls down +to the office worked so hard during our late splurge that +the doctor told her she must rest this week. She rooms +over on Myrtle Street. I happened to be late in getting out +one day last week, and we walked together up as far as +Chestnut Street. She lives nearly down to the end of +Myrtle Street."</p> + +<p>"No further explanation or extenuation is necessary," +said Quincy. "Is she pretty?"</p> + +<p>"You're right, she is," replied Leopold, "She's both +pretty and smart. She has a beautiful voice and writes a +hand that looks like copperplate. She's a first-class proof +reader and a perfect walking dictionary on spelling, definitions, +and dates. They treat her mighty shabby on pay, +though. She's a woman, so they gave her six dollars a +week. If she were a man they'd give her twenty, and think +themselves lucky. I'll run over and see if she is at home. +At what time could she go down with you to-morrow?" he +asked.</p> + +<p>"I'll come after her at nine o'clock. Tell her Miss Pettengill +will give her eight dollars a week, with board and +lodging free."</p> + +<p>"All right," cried Leopold, "that's business. While I'm +gone just see how pretty those stories look in cold type. +I've been all through them myself just for practice."</p> + +<p>Leopold dashed out of the room and Quincy took up the +proofs of the story, Was It Signed? He became so absorbed +in its perusal that Leopold pulled it out of his hand +in order to attract his attention.</p> + +<p>"It's all right," he said. "She's delighted at the idea of +going. She thinks the change will do her good. She can't +<a name="Page_421" id="Page_421"></a>build up very fast in a little back room, up three flights."</p> + +<p>"What's her name?" asked Quincy.</p> + +<p>"Oh! I forgot," replied Leopold. "I'll write her name +and address down for you. There it is," said he, as he +passed it to Quincy. "Her first name is Rosa, and that's all +right. She's of French-Canadian descent, and her last +name is one of those jawbreakers that no American can +pronounce. It sounded something like Avery, so she called +herself at first Rosa Avery; then the two A's caused trouble, +for everybody thought she said Rose Avery. Being a +proof reader," continued Leopold, "she is very sensitive, so +while the name Rosa satisfied her inmost soul, the name +Rose jarred upon her sensibilities. Thus another change +became necessary, and she is now known, and probably will +continue to be known, as Miss Rosa Very, until she makes +up her mind to change it again."</p> + +<p>"I'm greatly obliged, Leopold," said Quincy, making the +proofs into a flat parcel and putting them into his inside +overcoat pocket.</p> + +<p>"Don't mention it, old fellow," remarked Leopold. "You +may be the means of supplying me with an assistant some +day. If you should, don't fail to call my attention to it."</p> + +<p>Aunt Ella was at dinner when Quincy arrived. She +sent word up by Buttons for Quincy to come down to the +dining-room at once. She was alone in the room when he +entered.</p> + +<p>"Just in time," said he, "and I'm hungry as a bear."</p> + +<p>"That's a good boy; sit down and help me out," said his +aunt. "These extravagant servants of mine cook ten times +as much as I can possibly eat."</p> + +<p>"I don't imagine it is wasted," replied Quincy.</p> + +<p>"I think not," said Aunt Ella, with a laugh; "for, judging +from the extra plentiful supply, they probably have a +kitchen party in view for this evening. But what keeps you +away from Eastborough over night?"</p><p><a name="Page_422" id="Page_422"></a></p> + +<p>"I thought you couldn't eat and talk at the same time," +remarked Quincy.</p> + +<p>"I can't," she replied. "I'm through eating and I'm going +to sit and listen to you. Go right ahead, the servants +won't come in. I won't let them stand and look at me when +I'm eating. If I want them I ring for them."</p> + +<p>Quincy then briefly related the principal events that had +taken place at Mason's Corner since the nineteenth, remarking, +incidentally, that he had received no word from +Lindy.</p> + +<p>"Let her alone, and she'll come home when she gets +ready," said Aunt Ella. "As to the best place for your +young lady to go, I shall have to think a minute. Old +Orchard is my favorite, but I'm afraid it would be too noisy +for her there, the hotels are so close to the railroad track. I +suppose your family, meaning your mother's, of course, will +go to Nahant, as usual. Sarah would have society convulsions +at Old Orchard. I should like to see her promenading +down in front of the candy stores, shooting for cigars +in the shooting gallery, or taking a ride down to Saco Pool +on the narrow-gauge; excuse me for speaking so of your +mother, Quincy, but I have been acquainted with her much +longer than you have." She went on, "Newport is too stylish +for comfort. Ah! I have it, Quincy. I was there three +years ago, and I know what I'm talking about. Quaint +place,—funny looking houses, with little promenades on +top,—crooked streets that lead everywhere and nowhere,—very +much like Boston,—full of curiosities,—hardy old +mariners and peaceable old Quakers,—plenty of nice milk +and eggs and fresh fish,—more fish than anything else,—every +breeze is a sea breeze, and it is so delightfully quiet +that the flies and mosquitoes imitate the inhabitants, and +sleep all day and all night."</p> + +<p>"Where is this modern Eden, this corner lot in Paradise?" +asked Quincy; "it can't be part of the United States."</p> + +<p>"Not exactly," replied Aunt Ella; it's off shore, I forget +<a name="Page_423" id="Page_423"></a>how many miles, but you can find it swimming around +in the water just south of Cape Cod."</p> + +<p>"Oh! you mean Nantucket," cried Quincy.</p> + +<p>"That's the place," assented his aunt. "Now, Quincy, +I'll tell you just what I want you to do, and I want you to +promise to do it before I say another word."</p> + +<p>"That's a woman's way," remarked Quincy, "of avoiding +argument and preventing a free expression of opinion +by interested parties; but I'll consent, only be merciful."</p> + +<p>"What I'm going to ask you to do, Quincy Sawyer, is for +your good, and you'll own up that I've been more than a +mother to you before I get through."</p> + +<p>"You always have been," said Quincy, seriously. "Of +course, I love my mother in a way, but I'm never exactly +comfortable when I'm with her. But when I'm with you, +Aunt Ella, I'm always contented and feel perfectly at +home."</p> + +<p>"Bless you, my dear boy," she said. Then, rising, she +went behind his chair, leaned over and kissed him on the +forehead; then, pulling a chair close to him, she went on: +"I haven't spoken to you of her, Quincy, because I have +had no opportunity until now. I've fallen in love with her +myself. I am a physiognomist as well as a phrenologist. +Robert taught me the principles. She's almost divinely +lovely. I say almost, for, of course, she'll be still lovelier +when she goes to Heaven. Her well-shaped head indicates +a strong, active, inventive mind, while her pure heart and +clean soul are mirrored in her sweet face. She is a good +foil for you, Quincy. You are almost dark enough for a +Spaniard or an Italian, while she is Goethe's ideal Marguerite."</p> + +<p>It was not necessary for Quincy to ask to whom she referred, +nor to praise her powers of discernment. It was +Aunt Ella's time for talking, and she was not inclined to +brook any interference. So she went on.</p> + +<p>"I want you to bring her here to me and have Rosa<a name="Page_424" id="Page_424"></a> +What-d'yer-call-her come with her. Here they can work +and play until you get the nest ready for her down to Nantucket. +You say she plays and sings. I love music passionately, +but I can't play a note, even on a jew's-harp; but if +she plays a wrong note I shall feel inclined to call her attention +to it. When I used to go to the theatre with Robert, I +delighted in telling him how badly some of the members of +the orchestra were playing, but I repented of it. He got in +the habit of going out between the acts to escape the music, +he said, and I never could keep him in his seat after that."</p> + +<p>Quincy laughed heartily at this. "I see no way of stopping +this bad habit that gentlemen have of going out between +the acts," said he, "unless you ladies combine, and +insist on a higher grade of orchestral excellence."</p> + +<p>"I have a large library," continued Aunt Ella, "and she +may find many books in it that will be of use to her. Robert +spent eighteen thousand dollars on it, and I've bought a +couple of thousand dollars' worth more since his death. +Now, what do you say, Quincy? You know I will do all in +my power to make her comfortable and happy while she is +here. If Maude runs up, and she's the only one that is +likely to, I will tell her that I have friends here from England. +I will keep her out of the way. Will you bring her?"</p> + +<p>"If she will come, I will," Quincy replied.</p> + +<p>"You will never repent it," said Aunt Ella. "Now let +us go upstairs."</p> + +<p>When they reached her room the cigars and cigarettes +were again in requisition.</p> + +<p>"I kept my promise the other day, Quincy," said she, +"when the three girls were here. What a sweet, rosy-cheeked, +healthy, happy trio they were! I wasn't more than +twenty myself that day. I give you my solemn promise, +Quincy, that I won't smoke a cigarette nor drink a glass of +wine while Alice is here,—until after she goes to bed; and +then I'll eat a clove and air the room out thoroughly before +I let her in in the morning."</p><p><a name="Page_425" id="Page_425"></a></p> + +<p>Quincy was up early next morning, and at ten minutes of +nine reached the lodging house in Myrtle Street. He had +taken a carriage, for he knew Miss Very would have her +luggage, probably a trunk. His call at the door was answered +by a sharp-eyed, hatchet-faced woman, whose face +was red with excitement. To Quincy's inquiry if Miss Very +was in, the woman replied, "that she was in and was likely +to stay in."</p> + +<p>"I trust she is not sick," said Quincy.</p> + +<p>"No! she ain't sick," the woman replied, "what you mean +by sick; but there's worse things than bein' sick, especially +when a poor widder has a big house rent to pay and coal +seven dollars and a half a ton."</p> + +<p>A small trunk, neatly strapped, stood in the hallway. +Glancing into the stuffy little parlor, he saw a woman, apparently +young, with her veil down, seated on a sofa, with +a large valise on the floor and a hand bag at her side.</p> + +<p>Quincy divined the situation at once. Stepping into the +hallway, he closed the parlor door, and, turning to the +woman, said, "How much?"</p> + +<p>"Three dollars," replied the woman, "and it's cheap +enough for—"</p> + +<p>"A miserable little dark stuffy side room, without any +heat, up three flights, back," broke in Quincy, as he passed +her the money.</p> + +<p>The woman was breathless with astonishment and anger. +Taking advantage of this, Quincy opened the parlor door, +first beckoning to the coachman to come in and get the +trunk.</p> + +<p>"Miss Very, I presume?" said Quincy, as he advanced +towards the young lady on the sofa.</p> + +<p>She arose as he approached, and answered, "Yes, sir."</p> + +<p>"Come with me, please," said he, grasping the valise. +She hesitated; he understood why. "It's all right," he said, +in a low tone. "I've settled with the landlady, and you can +settle with me any time."</p><p><a name="Page_426" id="Page_426"></a></p> + +<p>"Thank you, so much," spoke a sweet voice from underneath +the veil, and the owner of it followed close behind +him, and he handed her into the carriage. As Quincy +pulled the carriage door to, that of the lodging house closed +with a report like that of a pistol, and Mrs. Colby went +down stairs and told the servant, who was scrubbing the +kitchen floor, what had occurred, and added that she "had +always had her suspicions of that Miss Very."</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p>While Quincy was talking with Alice the day before, his +dinner that Mrs. Hawkins had saved for him was being +burned to a crisp in and on the stove. Mrs. Hawkins's attention +was finally attracted to it, and, turning to Betsy, +she said, "Law sakes, somethin' must be burnin'." Running +to the stove, she soon discovered the cause. "Mercy +on me!" she ejaculated. "I left that damper open, and his +dinner's burnt to a cinder. Wall, I don't care; he may be a +good lodger, an' all that, but he's a mighty poor boarder; +and it's no satisfaction gittin' up things for him to eat, and +then lettin' them go to waste, even if he does pay for it. +Them's my sentiments, and I'll feel better now I've spit it +out."</p> + +<p>The good woman went to work to clean up her stove, +while Betsy kept on with the seemingly endless dish washing. +Mrs. Hawkins finished her work, and, going to the +sink, began to wipe the accumulated pile of dishes.</p> + +<p>"I s'pose everybody in town will go to church next Sunday," +said Mrs. Hawkins, "to see them brides."</p> + +<p>"Will they look any different than they did the other +day?" Betsy innocently inquired.</p> + +<p>"Well, I guess," remarked Mrs. Hawkins. "I saw +Mandy yesterday and she told me all about her trip to the +city. Mrs. Chessman went shoppin' with them, and the +way she beat them shopkeepers down was a sight, Mandy +says. It beats all how them rich folks can buy things so +much cheaper than us poor people can. She took them all +<a name="Page_427" id="Page_427"></a>home to dinner, and Mandy says she lives in the most +beautifulest house she ever saw. Then she went to the +dressmakers with them, and she beat them down more'n +five dollars on each gown. Then she took 'em to the millinery +store, and she bought each one of them a great big +handsome hat, with feathers and ribbons and flowers all +over 'em. Nobody has seen 'em yet, but all three on 'em +are going to wear 'em to church next Sunday, and won't +there be a stir? Nobody'll look at the new orgin."</p> + +<p>"I wish I could go," said Betsy.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Hawkins rattled on: "Mandy says she took 'em all +into a jewelry store, and bought each one on 'em a breast-pin, +a pair of earrings, and a putty ring, to remember her +by. Then she druv 'em down to the deepo in her carriage."</p> + +<p>"I wish I could see them with all their fine things on," +said Betsy, again.</p> + +<p>"Well, you shall, Betsy," said good-hearted Mrs. Hawkins. +"I'll make Jonas help me wash the dishes Sunday +mornin', and you shall go to church."</p> + +<p>Betsy's face was wreathed in smiles.</p> + +<p>"You're so good to me, Mrs. Hawkins," she cried.</p> + +<p>"Well," answered Mrs. Hawkins, "you've worked like a +Trojan the last week, and you deserve it. I guess if I go up +in the attic I can git a good look at them as they're walking +home from church."</p> + +<p>In her excitement the old lady dropped a cup and saucer +on the floor, and both mistress and maid went down on +their hands and knees to pick up the pieces.</p><p><a name="Page_428" id="Page_428"></a></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXXV" id="CHAPTER_XXXV"></a>CHAPTER XXXV.</h2> + +<h3>"THE BIRD OF LOVE."<br /></h3> + +<p>The carriage containing Quincy and Rosa was driven +at a rapid rate toward the station. There was no +time to lose, as some had already been lost in the altercation +with Mrs. Colby. They had proceeded but a short +distance, when Rosa took out a pocketbook, and, lifting +her veil, turned her face to Quincy.</p> + +<p>What a striking face it was! Large, dark blue eyes, regular +features, a light olive complexion, with a strong dash of +red in each cheek, full red lips, and hair of almost raven +blackness. Like lightning the thought flashed through +Quincy's mind, "What a contrast to my Alice!" for he always +used the pronoun when he thought of her.</p> + +<p>"Allow me to cancel part of my indebtedness to you," +said Rosa, in a low, sweet voice, and Quincy again thought +how pleasant that voice would be to Alice when Miss Very +was reading to her.</p> + +<p>As Rosa spoke she handed Quincy a two-dollar bill and +seventy-five cents in currency.</p> + +<p>"I owe you an explanation," she continued. "Mr. Ernst +told me that I must be ready to accompany you the moment +you called, so I packed and strapped my trunk last +evening. When I returned from breakfast this morning I +looked through my pocketbook, and found to my surprise +that I lacked a quarter of a dollar of enough to pay for my +week's lodging. In my haste I had put my jewel case, +which contained the greater part of my money, in my trunk, +and I realized that there would not be time to unpack and +pack it again before your arrival. I offered Mrs. Colby the +<a name="Page_429" id="Page_429"></a>two seventy-five, and told her I would send her the balance +in a letter as soon as I arrived at my destination. To my +astonishment, she refused to take it, saying that she would +have the three dollars or nothing."</p> + +<p>"If I had known that," said Quincy, "she would have got +nothing."</p> + +<p>"Oh! it's all right," remarked Rosa, with a smile. "I +know the poor woman has hard work to make a living, and +I also know that she has lost considerable money from persons +failing to pay at all or paying part of their bills and +then not sending the balance, as they promised to do."</p> + +<p>"And did she get up all that ugliness for a quarter of a +dollar?" inquired Quincy.</p> + +<p>"Oh! that wasn't the reason at all," replied Rosa; "I've +always paid her promptly and in advance. She was mad +because I was going away. If she lets the room right off +she will get double rent this coming week, for it so happened +my week ended last night."</p> + +<p>"Lodging-house keepers," said Quincy, "seem to be a +class by themselves, and to have peculiar financial and +moral codes. Here we are at the station," he added, as the +carriage came to a stop.</p> + +<p>As Quincy handed Rosa from the carriage, his observant +eye noticed that the hand placed in his was small and well-gloved, +while the equally small feet were encased in a pair +of dainty boots. "She is true to her French origin," he +soliloquized, as they entered the station,—"well-booted, +well-gloved. I am glad she is a lady."</p> + +<p>The train was soon on its way to Eastborough. It was an +accommodation, and Quincy had plenty of time to point +out the objects of interest on the way. Rosa was not a lover +of the country. She acknowledged this to Quincy, saying +that she was born and educated in the country, but that she +preferred paved streets and brick sidewalks to green lanes +and dusty roads.</p><p><a name="Page_430" id="Page_430"></a></p> + +<p>Alice had not waited for Quincy's return to broach the +matter of the gift of the Putnam house to Ezekiel and +Huldy. She had simply asked Quincy, so as to assure herself +that there was no legal objection or reason why she +should not make the transfer.</p> + +<p>After breakfast the next morning she told her uncle that +she wished to have a talk with him in the parlor, and when +they were alone together, she stated her intentions to him, +as she had to Quincy. The old gentleman approved of her +plan, only suggesting that it should be a swap; that is, that +Ezekiel should deed the house in which they were, in +which, in fact, she owned a half-interest, to her, so she +would be sure of a home in case she lost part of her money, +or all of it, or wished to live in the country.</p> + +<p>Most opportunely, Ezekiel and Huldy came over that +morning to make a call, and the matter was soon under discussion +in family conclave.</p> + +<p>Ezekiel at first objected strenuously to the gift. He +would buy the house, he said, and pay so much a year on it, +but both Alice and Uncle Ike protested that it was foolish +for a young couple to start in life with such a heavy debt +hanging over them.</p> + +<p>The only circumstance that led him to change his mind +and agree to accept the Putnam homestead as a gift was +Uncle Ike's suggestion that he deed the Pettengill homestead +to Alice, and pay her all he received for the sale of +products from the present Pettengill farm; but 'Zekiel +would not accept any loan. He said Deacon Mason had +given his daughter five thousand dollars outright, and that +would be all the cash they would need to stock and carry on +both the farms.</p> + +<p>Then 'Zekiel said he might as well settle on who was to +live in the two houses. He knew that Cobb's twins would +like to stay with him, and he would take them up to the +Putnam house with him. Mrs. Pinkham had been hired +<a name="Page_431" id="Page_431"></a>by the executors to remain with Samanthy until some one +came to live in the house. Ezekiel said Samanthy was a +good girl, and he and Huldy both liked her, and he felt +pretty sure she'd be willing to live with them, because she +was used to the house, and as it was the only one she'd +ever lived in, it would seem like going away from home if +she left there and went somewhere else.</p> + +<p>Then 'Zekiel was of the opinion that Abbott Smith and +Billy Ricker had better board with Hiram and Mandy, because +the grocery teams and horses would have to be kept +in the Pettengill barn, as there was no stable to the grocery +store. "'Twon't be stealin' anythin' from Mrs. Hawkins if +they don't board with her, cuz none of 'em ever lived with +her afore."</p> + +<p>"Don't you think, 'Zekiel," asked Huldy, "that Uncle +Ike ought to come down stairs and have a better room? It +will be awful hot up there in the summer. Alice and I used +to play up there, and in July and August it was hot enough +to roast eggs, wasn't it, Alice?"</p> + +<p>Alice, thus appealed to, said it might have been hot +enough, but she was positive that they never did roast any +up there, although she remembered setting the attic floor +on fire one day with a burning glass. 'Zekiel remembered +that, too, and how they had to put new ceilings on two +rooms, because he used so much water to put the fire out.</p> + +<p>When Uncle Ike got a chance to speak, he said to Huldy, +"Thank you, my dear Mrs. Pettengill," with a strong accent +on the Mrs., which made Huldy blush a rosy red, "but +I wouldn't swap my old attic for all the rest of the rooms +in the house. My old blood requires warmth, and I can +stand ninety-six without asking for a fan. When I come +up to see you, you can put me in one of your big square +rooms, but I sha'n't stay long, because I don't like them."</p> + +<p>The noise of wheels was heard, and Huldy ran to the +window to look out.</p> + +<p>"Oh, it's Mr. Sawyer," said she; "and he's got a young +<a name="Page_432" id="Page_432"></a>lady with him, and she's got a trunk. I wonder who she +is? Do you know, Alice?"</p> + +<p>"I don't know who she is," replied Alice; "but I can +imagine what she's here for."</p> + +<p>"Is it a secret?" asked Huldy.</p> + +<p>"No, not exactly a secret," replied Alice. "It's a business +matter. I have a great many things to be read over to +me, and considerable writing to do, and as Mr. Sawyer is +going away, I was obliged to have some one to help me."</p> + +<p>"Well!" said Huldy, "you'll miss Mr. Sawyer when he +goes away; I did. Now you mustn't get jealous, Mr. Pettengill," +she said to 'Zekiel; "you know Mr. Sawyer and I +were never in love with each other. That was all village +gossip, started by, you know who, and as for Mr. Sawyer +liking Lindy Putnam, or she liking him, I know better. +She's never got over the loss of her brother Jones, who, it +seems, wasn't her real brother, after all; and Samanthy +Green told me the other day that Lindy wanted to marry +him."</p> + +<p>"I think matters are getting rather too personal for +me," said Uncle Ike, rising. "I may get drawn into it if I +stay any longer. I always liked Lindy Putnam myself." +And the old gentleman laughed heartily as he left the +room.</p> + +<p>"Well, I guess you and me'd better be goin', if we want +to be home at dinner time," said 'Zekiel to Huldy. Then, +going to his sister, he took her in his arms and kissed her +on the cheek. "You know, Alice," said he, "that I ain't +much of a talker, but I shall never forget how good you've +been to me and Huldy, and if the old house burns down or +you get lonesome, you'll always find the latchstring out up +to the new house, an' there'll be a room, an' board, an' +good care for you as long as you want to stay. Eh, +Huldy?" said 'Zekiel, turning to his wife.</p> + +<p>"You know, 'Zekiel," replied the impulsive Huldy, "I've +<a name="Page_433" id="Page_433"></a>said a dozen times that I wished Alice would come and live +with us. Won't you, Alice?" she added. "I never had a +sister, and I think it would be delightful to have one all to +myself, especially," she added archly, "when I have her +brother, too."</p> + +<p>"I could never live in that house," said Alice, with a +slight shudder; "besides, I think my future path in life is +being marked out for me by the hand of Fate, which I am +powerless to resist. I am afraid that it will take me away +from you, my dear ones; but if it does, I shall always love +you both, and pray for your happiness and success."</p> + +<p>At the front door 'Zekiel and Huldy met Quincy. The +latter had turned Miss Very over to the care of Mrs. Maxwell, +and had got one of the twins to carry the young lady's +trunk to her room, which was the one formerly occupied by +Mandy. He had then driven the carryall around to the +barn and was returning, anxious to bear his tidings of success +to Alice, when he met the departing couple.</p> + +<p>"I hear you are going to leave us," said Huldy.</p> + +<p>"Who told you?" inquired Quincy.</p> + +<p>"Alice," replied Huldy; "and I told her she'd miss you +very much when you were gone."</p> + +<p>"I am afraid," replied Quincy, "that any service that I +have rendered Miss Pettengill has not been of so important +a nature that it would be greatly missed. I am glad that I +have succeeded in securing her a companion and assistant +of her own sex, which will much more than compensate for +the loss of my feeble services."</p> + +<p>"That's what I don't like about city folks," said Huldy +Pettengill, as she walked along the path, hanging on her +husband's arm.</p> + +<p>"What's that?" asked 'Zekiel bluntly.</p> + +<p>"Because," continued Huldy, "they use such big words +to cover up their real feelings. Of course, he wouldn't let +on to us, but any one with half an eye could see that he's +<a name="Page_434" id="Page_434"></a>head over heels in love with your sister Alice, and he'd +stand on his head if she told him to."</p> + +<p>"Well, Alice is too sensible a girl to ask him to do that +sort of thing," said 'Zekiel frankly. "Any way, I don't +believe she's in love with him."</p> + +<p>"'Twould be a great match for her," said Huldy.</p> + +<p>"I don't know 'bout that. On general principles, I don't +believe in country girls marryin' city fellers."</p> + +<p>"I know you don't," said Huldy, and she gave his arm a +little squeeze.</p> + +<p>"But," continued 'Zekiel, "Alice is different from most +country girls. Besides, she's lived in the city and knows +city ways. Anyway, I sha'n't interfere; I know Mr. Sawyer +is a respectable young man, and, by George! when he +wants to do anything, don't he jest put it through. The +way he sarcumvented that Strout was as good as a circus."</p> + +<p>"I think I sarcumvented that Strout, too," said Huldy, +as they reached the corner of Deacon Mason's front fence.</p> + +<p>"You've been quite a little flirt in your day," remarked +'Zekiel, "but it's all over now;" and he squeezed the little +hand that stole confidingly into his big, brawny one.</p> + +<p>Quincy at once entered the parlor and found Alice seated +in her accustomed easy-chair.</p> + +<p>"You have returned, Sir Knight," was the remark with +which Alice greeted him.</p> + +<p>"I have, fair lady," replied Quincy, in the same vein; "I +have captured one of the enemy and brought her as a prisoner +to your castle. Here are some documents," he continued, +as he placed the proofs in Alice's hands, "that contain +valuable secrets, and they will, no doubt, furnish strong +evidence against the prisoner."</p> + +<p>"What is it?" asked Alice, holding up the package.</p> + +<p>"They are the proofs of three of your stories," replied +Quincy, relapsing into commonplace; "and Leopold says +they must be read and corrected at once. If we can attend +to this during the afternoon and evening, I will go up to<a name="Page_435" id="Page_435"></a> +Boston again to-morrow morning." Quincy then told +Alice about Rosa and the terms that he had made with her, +and Alice expressed herself as greatly pleased with the +arrangement. "You will find Miss Very a perfect lady," +said Quincy, "with a low, melodious voice that will not jar +upon your ears, as mine, no doubt, has often done."</p> + +<p>"You are unfair to yourself, when you say that," remarked +Alice earnestly. "Your voice has never jarred +upon my ears, and I have always been pleased to listen to +you."</p> + +<p>Whether Quincy's voice would have grown softer and +sweeter and his words more impassioned if the interview +had continued, cannot be divined, for Mrs. Maxwell at that +moment opened the parlor door and called out, "Dinner's +ready," just as Mandy Skinner used to do in the days gone +by.</p> + +<p>Miss Very was introduced to Alice and the others at the +dinner table, and took the seat formerly occupied by 'Zekiel. +Quincy consented to remain to dinner, as he knew his +services would be required in the proof reading. When +Cobb's twins reached the barn, after dinner, Jim said to +Bill, "Isn't she a stunner! I couldn't keep my eyes off'n +her."</p> + +<p>"Neither could I," rejoined Bill. "I tell yer, Jim, style +comes nat'ral to city folks. I'll be durned if I know whether +I had chicken or codfish for dinner."</p> + +<p>After the noonday meal the three zealous toilers in the +paths of literature began work. Quincy read from the manuscript, +Rosa held the proofs, while Alice listened intently, +and from time to time made changes in punctuation or +slight alterations in the language. No sentence had to be +rewritten, and when the reading of the story, Was It +Signed? was finished, Rosa said, "A remarkably clean set +of proofs; only a few changes, and those slight ones. In the +case of very few authors are their original ideas and second +<a name="Page_436" id="Page_436"></a>thoughts so harmonious. How do you manage it, Miss +Pettengill?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, I don't know," replied Alice, with a smile, "unless +it is that I keep my original ideas in my mind until they +reach the stage of second thoughts, and then I have them +written down."</p> + +<p>"You will find Miss Pettengill very exact in dictation," +said Quincy to Rosa. "I took that long story there down in +pencil, and I don't think I was obliged to change a dozen +words."</p> + +<p>"To work with Miss Pettengill," remarked Rosa, "will be +more of a pleasure than a task."</p> + +<p>This idea was re-echoed in Quincy's mind, and for a moment +he had a feeling of positive envy towards Miss Very. +Then he thought that hers was paid service, while his had +been a labor—of love. Yes, it might as well be put that +way.</p> + +<p>The sun had sunk quite low in the west when the second +story, Her Native Land, was completed. "How dramatic!" +cried Rosa; "the endings of those chapters are as strong as +stage tableaus."</p> + +<p>"It is being dramatized by Jameson of the 'Daily Universe,'" +said Quincy.</p> + +<p>"I am well acquainted with Mr. Jameson," remarked +Rosa; "I belong to a social club of which he is the president. +He is a very talented young man and a great worker. +He once told me that when he began newspaper work he +wrote eighteen hours out of twenty-four for a month, and +nearly every night he woke up and made notes that he +wrote out in the morning. Do you believe in unconscious +mental cerebration, Mr. Sawyer?"</p> + +<p>"I'm afraid not," replied Quincy, laughing; "I never +had ideas enough to keep my brain busy all day, much less +supply it with work at night."</p> + +<p>"Mr. Sawyer is always unfair to himself," remarked Alice +to Miss Very. "As for myself, I will answer your question +<a name="Page_437" id="Page_437"></a>in the affirmative. I have often gone to bed with only the +general idea of a story in my mind, and have awakened +with the details all thought out and properly placed."</p> + +<p>"I think it best to postpone the reading of the last story +until after supper," said Quincy.</p> + +<p>Alice assented, and, turning to Rosa, asked, "Do you like +the country, Miss Very?"</p> + +<p>"To speak honestly," replied Rosa, "I do not. I told Mr. +Sawyer so on the train. It is hotter in the country than it +is in the city. I can't bear the ticking of a clock in my +room, and I think crickets and owls are more nerve-destroying +than clocks, and I positively detest anything that buzzes +and stings, like bees, and wasps, and hornets."</p> + +<p>"But don't you like cows, and sheep, and horses?" asked +Alice; "I love them."</p> + +<p>"And I don't," said Rosa frankly. "I like beefsteak and +roast lamb, but I never saw a cow that didn't have a ferocious +glare in its eye when it looked at me." Both Quincy +and Alice laughed heartily. "As for horses," continued +Rosa, "I never drive alone. When I'm with some one I +alternate between hope and fear until I reach my destination."</p> + +<p>"I trust you were more hopeful than fearful on your way +from Eastborough Centre," said Quincy.</p> + +<p>"Oh! I saw at a glance," remarked Rosa, "that you were +a skilful driver, and I trusted you implicitly."</p> + +<p>"I have had to rely a great deal upon Mr. Sawyer," remarked +Alice, "and, like yourself, I have always placed the +greatest confidence in him. Huldy told me this morning, +Mr. Sawyer, that I would miss you very much, and I know +I shall."</p> + +<p>"But you will have Miss Very with you constantly," said +Quincy.</p> + +<p>"Oh! she does not like the country," continued Alice, +"and she will get homesick in a little while."</p> + +<p>"One's likes and one's duties often conflict," said Rosa; +<a name="Page_438" id="Page_438"></a>and a grave look settled upon her face. "But how can you +write your book down here, Miss Pettengill? You will +have to consult hundreds of books, if you intend to write an +historical novel, as Mr. Sawyer told me you did. You ought +to have access to the big libraries in Boston, and, besides, in +the second-hand bookstores you can buy such treasures for +a mere song, if you will only spend the time to hunt for +them."</p> + +<p>"That reminds me," broke in Quincy, "that my aunt, +Mrs. Chessman,—she is my mother's only sister, who lives +on Mt. Vernon Street,—wished me to extend a cordial invitation +to you two young ladies to visit her, while I am getting +your summer home ready for you. She suggests Nantucket +as the best place for work, but with every opportunity +for enjoyment, when work becomes a burden."</p> + +<p>"Oh, that will be delightful," cried Rosa. "I love the +sea, and there we shall have it all around us; and at night, +the great dome of Heaven, studded with stars, will reach +down to the sea on every side, and they say at 'Sconset, on +the east end of the island, that when the breakers come in +the sight is truly magnificent."</p> + +<p>Quincy was inwardly amused at Rosa's enthusiasm, but +it served his purpose to encourage it, so he said, "I wish +Aunt Ella were her to join forces with Miss Very. You +would find it hard work to resist both of them, Miss Pettengill."</p> + +<p>"You mean all three of you," said Alice, with a smile.</p> + +<p>"If we go to Nantucket," added Rosa, "I shall have to +spend a week in the city, and perhaps more. I have no +dresses suitable for so long a residence at the beach."</p> + +<p>"Neither have I," coincided Alice, with a laugh.</p> + +<p>There the matter was dropped. Quincy knew too much, +to press the question to a decision that evening. He had +learned by experience that Alice never said yes or no until +her mind was made up, and he knew that the answer was +more likely to be favorable if he gave her plenty of time +<a name="Page_439" id="Page_439"></a>for reflection; besides, he thought that Alice might wish to +know more particularly what his aunt said, for she would +be likely to consider that his aunt must have some reason +for giving such an invitation to two persons who were virtually +strangers to her.</p> + +<p>After supper, the third story, How He Lost Both Name +and Fortune, was read and corrected, and it was the unusually +late hour of eleven o'clock before the lights in the +Pettengill house were extinguished. It was past midnight +when Quincy sought his room at Mrs. Hawkins's boarding +house, and the picture of Alice Pettengill, that he had purloined +so long ago, stood on a little table at the head of his +bed, leaning against a large family Bible, which he found +in the room.</p> + +<p>The next morning he was up early, and visited the grocery +store. Mr. Strout and Hiram both assured him that +business had picked up amazingly, and was really "splendid." +The new wagons were building up trade very fast. +Billy Ricker went over to Montrose for orders Monday, +Wednesday, and Friday mornings, and delivered them in +the afternoons. This gave Abbott Smith a chance to post +up the books on those days, for he had been made bookkeeper. +He went to Eastborough Centre and Westvale, +the new name given to West Eastborough at the last town +meeting, Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday mornings. He +delivered goods on the afternoons of those days, which +gave him an opportunity to spend Sunday at home with his +father and his family.</p> + +<p>When Quincy reached the Pettengill house, Mrs. Maxwell +informed him that Miss Pettengill was in the parlor +alone. After greeting Alice, Quincy asked, "But where is +Miss Very?"</p> + +<p>"I told her I should not need her services until after I +had seen you," she replied. "I have a question to ask you +Mr. Sawyer, and I know you will give me a truthful answer.<a name="Page_440" id="Page_440"></a> +What led your aunt to invite me to come and visit +her?"</p> + +<p>Quincy knew that Alice had been considering the matter, +and this one simple question, to which she expected a +truthful answer, was the crucial test.</p> + +<p>He did not hesitate in replying. If he did, he knew the +result would be fatal to his hopes.</p> + +<p>"Only the promptings of her own good nature. She is +one of the warmest-hearted women in the world," continued +Quincy. "I will tell you just how it happened. I told +her I had found an assistant to help you in your work, and +that the next thing was to fix upon a place for a summer +residence. I asked her opinion, and after considering the +advantages and disadvantages of a score of places, she +finally settled upon Nantucket as being the most desirable. +Then she said, 'While you are finding a place and getting it +ready for them, ask Miss Pettengill to come and visit me +and bring her friend. Tell her that I am rich, as far as +money goes, but poor in love and companionship. Tell +them both that I shall love to have them come and will do +everything I can to make their visit a pleasant one.' Those +were her words as nearly as I can remember them;" and +Quincy waited silently for the decision.</p> + +<p>It soon came. Alice went to him and extended her hand, +which Quincy took.</p> + +<p>"Tell her," said Alice in her quiet way, "that I thank +her very much and that we will come."</p> + +<p>"How soon?" inquired Quincy anxiously and rather abruptly.</p> + +<p>"In a few days," replied Alice. "I can get ready much +sooner with Miss Very to help me."</p> + +<p>She withdrew the hand, which she had unconsciously +allowed to remain in his so long, and a slight flush mounted +to her cheek, for Quincy had equally unconsciously given +it a gentle pressure as he relinquished it.</p> + +<p>"I must do up these proofs," said he, going to the table.<a name="Page_441" id="Page_441"></a> +"I will get the next train to Boston. I will be back to-morrow +noon, and in the afternoon I will drive over to +Montrose about that deed of the Putnam house. I know +Aunt Ella will be delighted to hear that you are coming." +But he said nothing about his own delight at being the +bearer of the tidings.</p> + +<p>When he had gone, Alice sat in her chair as she had +many a time before and thought. As she sat there she realized +more strongly than she had ever done that if Fate was +marking out her course for her, it had certainly chosen as +its chief instrument the masterful young man who had just +left her.</p> + +<p>The remainder of that day and the morning of the next +Alice spent in dictating to Rosa a crude general outline of +Blennerhassett. During the work she was obliged, naturally, +to address Rosa many times, and uniformly called +her Miss Very. Finally Rosa said, "Wouldn't you just as +soon call me Rosa? Miss Very seems so stiff and formal."</p> + +<p>"I hope you will not consider me uncompanionable or +set in my ways," remarked Alice. "We are working, you +know, and not playing," she continued with a sweet smile. +"I have no doubt you are worthy of both my esteem and +love, but I have known you less than a day and such things +come slowly with me. Let me call you Miss Very, because +you are that to me now. When the time comes, as I feel it +will, to call you Rosa, it shall come from a full heart. +When I call you Rosa, it will be because I love you, and, +after that, nothing will ever change my feelings towards +you."</p> + +<p>"I understand you," replied Rosa. "I will work and +wait."</p> + +<p>Quincy arrived at about the same time of day that he +did when he came with Rosa. Miss Very had gone to her +room, so that he saw Alice alone. He told her that his aunt +was greatly pleased at her acceptance and would be ready +to receive her at any time that it was convenient for her to +<a name="Page_442" id="Page_442"></a>come. He proffered his services to aid her in getting ready +for the journey, but she told him that with Miss Very's help +she would need no other assistance.</p> + +<p>"I have another matter of business to speak about," continued +she, "and if you will kindly attend to that, when you +go to Montrose, it will oblige me very much. You are always +doing something to make me your debtor," she added +with a smile.</p> + +<p>"I would do more if you would allow me," replied +Quincy.</p> + +<p>"The fact is," said Alice, "'Zekiel does not wish to borrow +any money, nor would he accept the gift of the Putnam +homestead unless he, in turn, deeded this house and +farm to me. He is going to run this farm and pay me what +he gets from the sale of products. If you will have Squire +Rundlett draw up both deeds and the agreement, the whole +matter can be fixed before I go away."</p> + +<p>Quincy promised to give his attention to the matter that +afternoon. He drove up to his boarding house and hitched +his horse at the front door. Mrs. Hawkins saw him enter +and take his seat at the dinner table. "There's that Mr. +Sawyer; he's slept in this house just one night and eaten +just one meal up to this noon for nigh on a week. Them +city folks must have Injun rubber stummicks and cast iron +backs or they couldn't eat in so many different places and +sleep in so many different beds. Why, if I go away and +stay over night, when I git home I'm allus sicker'n a horse +and tired enough to drop."</p> + +<p>Quincy went to Montrose that afternoon and saw Squire +Rundlett. The latter promised to make the papers out the +next day, and said he would bring them over for signing +the following morning. Quincy drove down to Deacon +Mason's and told 'Zekiel when to be on hand, and after +leaving the team in the Pettengill barn, saw Alice and informed +her of the Squire's proposed visit. He told her +<a name="Page_443" id="Page_443"></a>that he would come down that morning to act as a witness, +if his services were required.</p> + +<p>He spent the next day at the grocery store, going over +the stock with Strout and Abbott Smith, and had a list +made of articles that they thought it would be advisable to +carry in the future. He told Strout that he would visit +some wholesale grocery houses in Boston and have samples +sent down.</p> + +<p>"Mr. Sawyer is improvin'," said Mrs. Hawkins to Betsy +the next morning after breakfast. "He's slept in his bed +two nights runnin', and he's eat four square meals, and +seemed to enjoy them, too. I guess he didn't git much +when he was jumpin' 'round so from one place to another."</p> + +<p>Squire Rundlett kept his word, and the legal documents +were duly signed and executed. Alice told the Squire that +she was going away for several months, and that she would +undoubtedly send to him from time to time.</p> + +<p>"My dear Miss Pettengill," replied the gallant Squire, +"you shall have all you ask for if I have to sell my best +horse and mortgage my house. But I don't think it will +be necessary," he added. "Some more dividends and interest +have come in and I have more than a thousand dollars +to your credit now."</p> + +<p>After the Squire had left, Alice told Quincy that her +preparations were all made, and that she would be ready +to go to Boston the next day. The mid-day train was fixed +upon. After dinner that day, Quincy informed Mrs. Hawkins +that he wished to pay his bill in full, as he should +leave for good the next day.</p> + +<p>Holding the money in her hand, Mrs. Hawkins entered +the kitchen and addressed Betsy.</p> + +<p>"Just what I expected," said she; "jest as that Mr. Sawyer +got to stayin' home nights and eating his meals like a +Christian, he ups an' gits. I guess it'll be a dry summer. +I kinder thought them two boys over to the grocery would +come here, but I understand they're goin' down to Pettengill's, +<a name="Page_444" id="Page_444"></a>and somebody told me that Strout goes over to Eastborough +Centre every Sunday now. I s'pose he's tryin' +to shine up again to that Bessie Chisholm, that he used to +be sweet on. When he goes to keepin' house there'll be +another boarder gone;" and the poor woman, having borrowed +enough trouble, sat down and wiped a supposed tear +out of each eye with her greasy apron.</p> + +<p>Quincy reached Aunt Ella's residence with the young +ladies about noon. Aunt Ella gave the three travellers a +hearty welcome, and the young ladies were shown at once +to their rooms, which were on the third floor at the front of +the house. They were connected, so that Rosa could be +close at hand in case Alice should need assistance.</p> + +<p>While the footman and Buttons were taking the trunks +upstairs, Quincy asked his aunt if he could leave his trunk +there for a short time. "I do not wish to take it home," +he said, "until after I have the ladies settled at Nantucket. +The carriage is waiting outside and I am going to get the +one o'clock train."</p> + +<p>"I will take good care of your trunk," said Aunt Ella, +"and you, too, if you will come and live with me. But +can't you stop to lunch with us?" she asked. But Quincy +declined, and requesting his aunt to say good-by to the +young ladies for him, he entered the carriage and was +driven off.</p> + +<p>After luncheon, which was served in the dining-room, +General Chessman and Aides-de-Camp Pettengill and Very +held a counsel of war in the General's private tent. It was +decided that the mornings should be devoted, for a while, +at least, to shopping and visiting modistes and milliners. +Miss Very was also to give some of her time to visits to the +libraries and the second-hand bookstores looking for books +that would be of value to Alice in her work. The afternoons +were to be passed in conversation and in listening to Miss +Very's reading from the books that she had purchased or +taken from the libraries. The evenings were to be filled up +<a name="Page_445" id="Page_445"></a>with music, and the first one disclosed the pleasing fact +that Miss Very had a rich, full contralto voice that had +been well cultivated and that she could play Beethoven or +the songs of the day with equal facility.</p> + +<p>While the feminine trio were thus enjoying themselves +in Boston with an admixture of work and play, Quincy was +busily engaged at Nantucket in building a nest for them, +as he called it.</p> + +<p>He had found a large, old-fashioned house on the bluff +at the north shore, overlooking the harbor, owned by Mrs. +Gibson. She was a widow with two children, one a boy of +about nineteen, named Thomas, and the other a girl of +twelve, named Dorothy, but generally designated as +Tommy and Dolly.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Gibson consented to let her second floor for a period +of four months, and to supply them with meals. The price +was fixed upon, and Quincy knew he had been unusually +lucky in securing so desirable a location at such a reasonable +price.</p> + +<p>There were three rooms, one a large front room, with a +view of the harbor, and back of it two sleeping rooms, looking +out upon a large garden at the rear of the house. +Quincy mentally surveyed the large room and marked the +places with a piece of chalk upon the carpet where the +piano and the bookcase were to go. Then he decided that +the room needed a lounge and a desk with all necessary +fixtures and stationery for Rosa to work at. There were +some stiff-backed chairs in the room, but he concluded that +a low easy-chair, like the one Alice had at home, and a +couple of wicker rocking chairs, which would be cool and +comfortable during the hot summer days, were absolutely +essential.</p> + +<p>He then returned to Boston, hired an upright piano and +purchased the other articles, including a comfortable office-chair +to go with the desk. He was so afraid that he would +forget some article of stationery that he made a list and +<a name="Page_446" id="Page_446"></a>checked it off. But this did not satisfy him. He spent a +whole morning in different stationery stores looking over +their stocks to make sure that he had omitted nothing. +The goods were packed and shipped by express to Mrs. +Thomas Gibson, Nantucket, Mass. Then, and not till then, +did Quincy seek his aunt's residence with the intelligence +that the nest was builded and ready for the birds. When +he informed the ladies that everything was ready for their +reception at their summer home, Aunt Ella said that their +departure would have to be delayed for a few days, as the +delinquent dressmakers had failed to deliver certain articles +of wearing apparel. This argument was, of course, +unanswerable, and Quincy devoted the time to visiting the +wholesale grocers, as he had promised Strout that he would +do, and to buying and shipping a long list of books that +Miss Very informed him Miss Pettengill needed for her +work. He learned that during his absence the proofs of +The Man Without a Tongue had been brought over by Mr. +Ernst and read and corrected, Aunt Ella taking Quincy's +place as reader.</p> + +<p>At last all was ready, and on the tenth of May a party of +three ladies and one gentleman was driven to the station in +time for the one o'clock train. They had lunched early +and the whole party was healthy, happy, and in the best of +spirits. Then came the leave-takings. The two young ladies +and the gentleman sped away upon the train, while the +middle-aged lady started for home in her carriage, telling +herself a dozen times on the way that she knew she would +be lonesomer than ever when she got there.</p> + +<p>The trip by train and boat was uneventful. Alice sat +quietly and enjoyed the salt sea breeze, while both Quincy +and Rosa entertained her with descriptions of the bits of +land and various kinds of sailing craft that came in sight. +It was nearly seven o'clock when the steamer rounded +Brant Point. In a short time it was moored to the wharf, +and the party, with their baggage, were conveyed swiftly +<a name="Page_447" id="Page_447"></a>to Mrs. Gibson's, that lady having been notified by Quincy +to expect them at any moment. He did not enter the +house. He told Miss Very to address him care of his aunt +if they needed anything, and that Mr. Ernst and himself +would come down when Miss Pettengill had completed two +or three chapters of her book. Quincy then bade them +good-by and was driven to a modest hotel close to the +steamboat wharf. He took the morning boat to Boston, +and that afternoon informed Aunt Ella of the safe arrival +of his fair charges.</p> + +<p>"What are you going to do now?" asked Aunt Ella.</p> + +<p>"I'm going to find my father," replied Quincy, "and +through him secure introductions to the other members of +my family."</p> + +<p>"Good-by," said Aunt Ella; "if they don't treat you well +come and stay with me and we will go to Old Orchard together +about the first of June. I never skip out the last of +April, because I always enjoy having a talk with the assessor +when he comes around in May."</p> + +<p>When Rosa took her seat at the new desk next morning, +she exclaimed with delight, "What a nice husband Mr. +Sawyer would make!"</p> + +<p>"What makes you think so?" inquired Alice gravely.</p> + +<p>"Because he'd be such a good hand to go shopping," +Rosa answered. "I've been all over this desk twice and I +don't believe he has forgotten a single thing that we are +likely to need."</p> + +<p>"Good work requires good tools," remarked Alice.</p> + +<p>"And a good workman," interposed Rosa.</p> + +<p>"Then we have every adjunct for success," said Alice, +"and we will commence just where we left off at Mrs. +Chessman's."</p> + +<p>The work on the book progressed famously. Alice was +in fine mental condition and Rosa seemingly took as much +interest in its progress as did her employer. In three +weeks the three opening chapters had been written. "I +<a name="Page_448" id="Page_448"></a>wonder what Mr. Sawyer and Mr. Ernst will think of that?" +said Alice, as Rosa wrote the last line of the third chapter.</p> + +<p>"I am going to write to Mr. Sawyer to-day. We must +have those books before we can go much farther. Would +it not be well to tell him that we are ready for our audience?"</p> + +<p>Alice assented, and the letter reached Quincy one Friday +evening, it being his last call on his aunt before her +departure for Old Orchard. "Give my love to both of +them," said Aunt Ella, "and tell Alice I send her a kiss. I +won't tell you how to deliver it; you will probably find some +way before you come back."</p> + +<p>Quincy protested that he could not undertake to deliver +it, but his aunt only laughed, kissed him, bade him good-by, +and told him to be sure and come down to Maine to see +her.</p> + +<p>Quincy and Leopold took the Saturday afternoon boat +and arrived, as usual, about seven o'clock. They both repaired +to the hotel previously patronized by Quincy, having +decided to defer their call upon the young ladies until +Sunday morning. It was a bright, beautiful day, not a +cloud was to be seen in the broad, blue expanse above them. +A cool breeze was blowing steadily from the southwest, +and as the young men walked down Centre Street towards +the Cliff, Leopold remarked that he did not wonder that the +Nantucketers loved their "tight little isle" and were sorry +to leave it. "One seems to be nearer Heaven here than he +does in a crowded city, don't he, Quincy?" Quincy thought +to himself that his Heaven was in Nantucket, and that he +was very near to it, but he did not choose to utter these +feelings to his friend, so he merely remarked that the sky +did seem much nearer.</p> + +<p>They soon reached Mrs. Gibson's and were shown directly +to the young ladies' parlor and library, for it answered +both purposes. They were attired in two creations +of Mrs. Chessman's dressmaker, Aunt Ella having selected +<a name="Page_449" id="Page_449"></a>the materials and designed the costumes, for which art +she had a great talent. Rosa's dress was of a dark rose tint, +with revers and a V-shaped neck, filled in with tulle of a +dark green hue. The only other trimming on the dress was +a green silk cord that bordered the edges of the revers and +the bottom of the waist. As Quincy looked at her, for she +sat nearest to the door, she reminded him of a beautiful +red rose, and the green leaves which enhanced its beauty. +Then his eyes turned quickly to Alice, who sat in her easy-chair, +near the window. Her dress was of light blue, with +square-cut neck, filled in with creamy white lace. In her +hair nestled a flower, light pink in color, and as Quincy +looked at her he thought of the little blue flower called +forget-me-not, and recalled the fact that wandering one +day in the country, during his last year at college, he had +come upon a little brook, both sides of which, for hundreds +of feet, were lined with masses of this modest little flower. +Ah! but this one forget-me-not was more to him than all +the world beside.</p> + +<p>The greetings were soon over, and Quincy was assured +by both young ladies that they were happy and contented, +and that every requisite for their comfort had been supplied +by Mrs. Gibson.</p> + +<p>The reading then began. Rosa possessed a full, flexible, +dramatic voice, and the strong passages were delivered with +great fervor, while the sad or sentimental ones were tinged +with a tone of deep pathos.</p> + +<p>At the conclusion Alice said, "I wish Miss Very could +read my book to the publishers."</p> + +<p>"You forget," remarked Leopold, with a laugh, "that +reading it to me will probably amount to the same thing."</p> + +<p>A merry party gathered about Mrs. Gibson's table at +dinner, after which they went for a drive through the +streets of the quaint old town. Quincy had, as the phrenologists +say, a great bump for locality. Besides, he had +studied a map of the town while coming down, and, as he +<a name="Page_450" id="Page_450"></a>remarked, they couldn't get lost for any great length of +time, as Nantucket was an island, and the water supplied +a natural boundary to prevent their getting too far out of +their way.</p> + +<p>While Dolly Gibson was helping her mother by wiping +the dinner dishes, she said, with that air of judicial conviction +that is shown by some children, that she guessed that +the lady in the red dress was Mr. Leopold's girl, and that +the blind lady in the blue dress was Mr. Quincy's.</p> + +<p>After a light supper they again gathered in the parlor +and an hour was devoted to music. Leopold neither played +nor sang, but he was an attentive and critical listener. It +was a beautiful moonlight night, and Leopold asked Rosa +if she would not like to take a walk up on the Cliff. She +readily consented, but Alice pleasantly declined Quincy's +invitation to accompany them, and for the first time since +the old days at Mason's Corner, he and she were alone together.</p> + +<p>They talked of Eastborough and Mason's Corner and +Aunt Ella for a while. Then conversation lagged and they +sat for a time in a satisfied, peaceful silence.</p> + +<p>Suddenly Quincy spoke. "I had almost forgotten, Miss +Pettengill, I bought a new song yesterday morning, and I +brought it with me. If you have no objection I will try, +it over."</p> + +<p>"I always enjoy your singing," she replied.</p> + +<p>He ran down stairs and soon returned with the music. +He seated himself at the piano and played the piece through +with great expression.</p> + +<p>"It is a beautiful melody," remarked Alice. "What is +it?"</p> + +<p>"It is a German song," replied Quincy, "by Reichardt. +It is called 'Love's Request.' I will sing it this time."</p> + +<p>And he did sing it with all the force and fervor of a +noble, manly nature, speaking out his love covertly in the +words of another, but hoping in his heart that the beautiful +<a name="Page_451" id="Page_451"></a>girl who listened to him would forget the author and +think only of the singer. How many times young lovers +have tried this artful trick, and in what proportion it has +been successful only Heaven knows.</p> + +<p>"The words are very pretty, are they not?" said Alice. +"I was listening so closely to the melody that I did not +catch them all."</p> + +<p>"I will read them to you," rejoined Quincy, and going +to the window, where the light was still bright enough, he +read the words of the song in a low, impassioned voice:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Now the day is slowly waning,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Evening breezes softly, softly moan;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wilt thou ne'er heed my complaining,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Canst thou leave me thus alone?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Stay with me, my darling, stay!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And, like a dream, thy life shall pass away,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Like a dream shall pass away.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Canst thou thus unmoved behold me,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Still untouched by love, by love so deep?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nay, thine arms more closely fold me,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And thine eyes begin to weep!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Stay with me, my darling, stay!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And, like a dream, thy life shall pass away,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Like a dream shall pass away.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"No regret shall e'er attend thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ne'er shall sorrow dim thine eyes;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Gainst the world's alarms to 'fend thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Gladly, proudly, would I die!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Stay with me, my darling, stay!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And, like a dream, thy life shall pass away,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Shall pass away."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><a name="Page_452" id="Page_452"></a>As Quincy finished reading, Leopold and Rosa came suddenly +into the room.</p> + +<p>"We were not eavesdropping," explained Leopold, "but +just as we were going to enter the room we heard your +voice and knew that you were either reading or speaking a +piece, so we waited until you had finished."</p> + +<p>"I was only reading the words of a new song that I +brought down to Miss Pettengill," said Quincy; "she liked +the melody and I thought she would appreciate it still more +if she knew the words."</p> + +<p>"Exactly," said Leopold; "that's the reason I don't like +opera, I mean the singing part. All that I can ever make +out sounds like oh! ah! ow! and when I try to read the +book in English and listen to the singers at the same time I +am lost in a hopeless maze."</p> + +<p>The young gentlemen were soon on their way to their +hotel, and the next afternoon found them again in Boston.</p> + +<p>The month of June was a busy, but very enjoyable one, +for both Alice and Rosa. They were up early in the morning +and were at work before breakfast. They ate heartily +and slept soundly. Every pleasant afternoon, when tea was +over, they went riding. Tommy Gibson held the reins, +and although Dolly was not yet in her teens, she knew +every nook and corner, and object of interest on the island, +and she took a child's delight in pointing them out, and +telling the stories that she had heard about them. The +books that Quincy brought on his last visit were utilized, +and Miss Very made up another list to be sent to him before +his next visit.</p> + +<p>The proofs of three more stories Mr. Ernst sent down +by mail, and after correction, they were returned to him +in a similar manner. Little Dolly Gibson was impressed +into service as a reader, for Rosa could not read and correct +at the same time, and there was no obliging Mr. Sawyer +near at hand. As Huldy had said, Alice did miss him. It +must be said, in all truthfulness, not so much for himself, +<a name="Page_453" id="Page_453"></a>but for the services he had rendered. As yet, Alice's heart +was untouched.</p> + +<p>When Dolly Gibson showed her mother the money that +Miss Very had given her, at Alice's direction, she was told +to take it right back at once, but Dolly protested that she +had earned it, and when her mother asked her to tell how, +the child, whose memory was phenomenal, sat down and +made her mother's hair stand almost on end and her blood +almost run cold with her recitals of the Eight of Spades, +The Exit of Mrs. Delmonnay, and He Thought He Was +Dead.</p> + +<p>"They are immense," cried Dolly, "they beat all the +fairy stories I ever read!"</p> + +<p>In due time another letter was sent to Mr. Sawyer, informing +him that more books were needed, and that more +chapters were ready, and on the morning of the last Sunday +in June the young ladies were awaiting the arrival of +Mr. Sawyer and Mr. Ernst.</p> + +<p>The morning had opened with a heavy shower and the +sky was still overcast with angry-looking, threatening rain +clouds. Within the little parlor all was bright and cheerful.</p> + +<p>Familiar voices were heard greeting Mrs. Gibson +and the children, and men's footsteps soon sounded upon +the stairs. Leopold entered first, and, advancing to Rosa, +handed her a large bouquet of beautiful red roses.</p> + +<p>"Sweets to the sweet, roses to Miss Rosa," said he, as he +bowed and presented them.</p> + +<p>"They are beautiful," she exclaimed.</p> + +<p>"All roses are considered so," he remarked with a smile.</p> + +<p>While this little byplay was going on, Quincy had approached +Alice, who, as usual, was sitting by the window, +and placed in her hand a small bunch of flowers. As he +did so he said in a low voice, "They are forget-me-nots. +There is a German song about them, of which I remember +a little," and he hummed a few measures.</p><p><a name="Page_454" id="Page_454"></a></p> + +<p>"Oh! thank you," cried Alice, as she held the flowers +before her eyes in a vain effort to see them. "The music +is pretty. Can't you remember any of the words?"</p> + +<p>"Only a few," replied Quincy. Then he repeated in a +low, but clear voice:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"There is the sweet flower<br /></span> +<span class="i0"> They call forget-me-not;<br /></span> +<span class="i0"> That flower place on thy breast,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"> And think of me."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"Say, Quincy, can't you come over here and recite a little +poem about roses to Miss Very, just to help me out?" +cried Leopold. "All I can think of is:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"The rose is red,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"> The violet's blue—"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"Stop where you are," said Rosa laughingly, "for that +will do."</p> + +<p>Alice dropped the forget-me-nots, in her lap. The illusion +was dispelled.</p> + +<p>The newly-completed chapters were next read, and quite +a spirited discussion took place in regard to the political +features introduced in one of them. Dinner intervened +and then the discussion was resumed.</p> + +<p>Alice maintained that to write about Aaron Burr and +omit politics would be the play of "Hamlet," with Hamlet +left out; and her auditors were charmed and yet somewhat +startled at the impassioned and eloquent manner in +which she defended Burr's political principles.</p> + +<p>When she finished Leopold said, "Miss Pettengill, if you +will put in your book the energetic defence that you have +just made, I will withdraw my objections."</p> + +<p>"You will find that and more in the next chapter," Alice +replied.</p><p><a name="Page_455" id="Page_455"></a></p> + +<p>And the reading was resumed.</p> + +<p>The angry, threatening clouds had massed themselves +once more; the thunder roared; the lightning flashed and +the rain fell in torrents.</p> + +<p>Leopold walked to the window and looked out. "Walking +is out of the question," said he; "will you come for a +sail?"</p> + +<p>Music filled the evening, and during a lull in the storm +the young men reached their lodgings.</p> + +<p>Another month had nearly passed. The weather was +much warmer, but there was a great incentive to hard work—the +book was nearly finished. Quincy had sent down a +package of books soon after his return home, and Alice and +Rosa had worked even harder than in June.</p> + +<p>Another letter went from Miss Very to Mr. Sawyer. It +contained but a few words: "The book is done. Miss Pettengill +herself wrote the words, 'The end,' on the last +page, signed her name, and dated it 'July 30, 186—.' She +awaits your verdict."</p> + +<p>The first Sunday in August found the young ladies +again expectant. Once more they sat on a Sunday morning +awaiting the advent of their gentlemen friends. The +day was pleasant, but warm. Soon a voice was heard at +the front door. Both ladies listened intently; but one person, +evidently, was coming upstairs. Alice thought it +must be Mr. Sawyer, while Rosa said to herself, "I think it +must be Mr. Ernst."</p> + +<p>A light knock, the door was opened and Quincy entered.</p> + +<p>Rosa looked up inquiringly.</p> + +<p>"Mr. Ernst," said Quincy, "wished me to present his +regrets at not being able to accompany me. The fact is he +will be very busy this coming week. He is going to try +to close up his work, so that he can come down next Saturday. +He intends to take a month's vacation. I shall +come with him, and we will endeavor to have a fitting celebration +of the completion of your book, Miss Pettengill.<a name="Page_456" id="Page_456"></a> +You young ladies look very cool and comfortable this hot +day."</p> + +<p>They were both dressed in white, Alice with a sash of +blue, while Rosa wore one of pink.</p> + +<p>"Then we shall have no reading till next Sunday," remarked +Rosa.</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Quincy, seating himself in one of the willow +rockers; "we have decided upon the following programme, +if it meets with Miss Pettengill's approval. I am to listen +to the remainder of the book to-day. I will hand the complete +manuscript over to him to-morrow afternoon. He +will then finish the chapters that he has not read and turn +the work over to his firm, with his approval, before he +comes down for his rest. If the work is accepted, Mr. +Morton, one of the firm, will write him to that effect."</p> + +<p>"The plan is certainly satisfactory to me," said Alice, +"and Miss Very and I will be delighted to contribute our +aid to the proposed celebration."</p> + +<p>Rosa then resumed her reading. But dinner time came +before it was completed. At that meal they were all introduced +to Captain Henry Marble.</p> + +<p>"My only brother," Mrs. Gibson said, by way of introduction. +"He's just home from a cruise. His ship is at New +Bedford. He is going to take the children out late this +afternoon for a sail in the harbor. He always does when +he comes here. Wouldn't you ladies and Mr. Sawyer like +to go with him?"</p> + +<p>Captain Marble repeated the invitation, adding that he +was an old sailor, that he had a large sailboat, and that they +were "only going to Wauwinet, not out to sea, you know, +but only up the inner harbor, which is just like a pond, you +know."</p> + + +<p>Rosa thought it would be delightful, but such a trip had +no attractions for Alice, and it was finally decided that Rosa +should go, while Alice and Mr. Sawyer would remain at +home.</p><p><a name="Page_457" id="Page_457"></a></p> + +<p>The reading of the remaining chapters of Blennerhassett +was completed by three o'clock, and at quarter of four, +Miss Very, attired in a natty yachting costume, which +formed part of her summer outfit, was ready to accompany +Captain Marble and the children on their trip.</p> + +<p>When they were alone Quincy turned to Alice and said, +"I bought another song yesterday morning, which I +thought you might like to hear."</p> + +<p>"Is it another German song?" asked Alice.</p> + +<p>"No," replied Quincy, as he took a roll from the piano +and opened it. "It is a duet; the music is by Bosco, but +you can tell nothing by that. The composer's real name +may be Jones or Smith."</p> + +<p>He seated himself at the piano and played it through, as +he had done with that other song two long months before.</p> + +<p>"I think it more beautiful than the other," said Alice. +"Are the words as sweet as those in that other song?"</p> + +<p>"Then you have not forgotten the other one," said +Quincy, earnestly.</p> + +<p>"How could I forget it?" answered Alice. "Rosa has +sung it to me several times, but it did not sound to me as +it did when you sang it."</p> + +<p>"I will sing this one to you," said he; and Alice came and +stood by his side at the piano.</p> + +<p>Quincy felt that the time to which he had looked forward +so long had come at last. He could restrain the +promptings of his heart no longer. He loved this woman, +and she must know it; even if she rejected that love, he +must tell her.</p> + +<p>"It is called 'The Bird of Love,'" he said. Then he +played the prelude to the song. He sang as he had never +sung before; all the power and pathos and love that in him +lay were breathed forth in the words and music of that song.</p> + +<p>With his voice lingering upon the last word, he turned +and looked up at Alice. Upon her face there was a startled, +almost frightened look.</p><p><a name="Page_458" id="Page_458"></a></p> + +<p>"Shall I read the words to you, Miss Pettengill?" +There was almost a command in the way he said it. His +love had o'ermastered his politeness.</p> + +<p>Alice said nothing, but bowed her head.</p> + +<p>Then Quincy recited the words of the song. He had no +need to read them, for he knew them by heart. It seemed +to him that he had written the words himself. He did not +even remember the author's name, and Alice stood with +bowed head and closed eyes and drank in these words as +they fell from his lips:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">In this heart of mine the bird of love<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Has built a nest,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Has built a nest.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And so she has in mine!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Response:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And so she has in mine!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">And she toils both day and night, no thought<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of food or rest<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of food or rest,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And sings this song divine.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Response:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And sings this song divine.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Duet:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">All the day long,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Such a sweet song,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Teaching love true,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I love! Do you?<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>When Quincy came to the last line, instead of reading it +he turned to the piano and sang it with even more passion +in his voice than at first.</p> + +<p>"Will you try it over with me?" he said. And without +waiting for her reply he dashed off the prelude.</p> + +<p>Their voices rang out together until they reached the +line, "And so she has in mine." As Alice sang these words +she opened her eyes and looked upward. A smile of supreme +<a name="Page_459" id="Page_459"></a>joy spread over and irradiated her face. Her voice +faltered; she stopped, then she caught at the piano with her +right hand. She tottered and would have fallen if Quincy +had not sprung up and taken her in his arms.</p> + +<p>"Is it true, Alice?" cried he; "is it so? Can you truly +say, 'And so she has in mine?'"</p> + +<p>And Alice looked up at him with that glorious smile still +upon her face and softly whispered, "'And so she has in +mine,' Quincy."</p> + +<p>Quincy led her to the lounge by the window, through +which the cool evening breeze was blowing, and they sat +down side by side. It has been truly said that the conversations +of lovers are more appreciated by themselves than +by anybody else, and it is equally true that at the most tender +moment, in such conversations, intensely disagreeable +interruptions are likely to occur.</p> + +<p>Sometimes it is the well-meaning but unthinking father; +again it is the solicitous but inquisitive mother; but more +often it is the unregenerate and disrespectful young brother +or sister. In this case it was Miss Rosa Very, who burst +into the room, bright and rosy, after her trip upon the +water. As she entered she cried out, "Oh! you don't know +what you missed. I had a most delightful—" She stopped +short, the truth flashed upon her that there were other delightful +ways of passing the time than in a sailboat. She +was in a dilemma.</p> + +<p>Quincy solved the problem. He simply said, "Good-by, +Alice, for one short week."</p> + +<p>He turned, expecting to see Miss Very, but she had vanished. +He clasped Alice in his arms, and kissed her, for +the first time, then he led her to her easy-chair and left +her there.</p> + +<p>As he quitted the room and closed the door he met Miss +Rosa Very in the entry.</p> + +<p>"I did not know," said she, "but I am so glad to know it. +She is the sweetest, purest, loveliest woman I have ever +<a name="Page_460" id="Page_460"></a>known, and your love is what she needed to complete her +happiness. She will be a saint now. I will take good care +of her, Mr. Sawyer, until you come again, for I love her, +too."</p> + +<p>Quincy pressed her hand warmly, and the next moment +was in the little street. He was a rich man, as the world +judges riches, but to him his greatest treasure was Alice's +first kiss, still warm upon his lips.</p><p><a name="Page_461" id="Page_461"></a></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXXVI" id="CHAPTER_XXXVI"></a>CHAPTER XXXVI.</h2> + +<h3>THEN THEY WERE MARRIED.<br /></h3> + +<p>When he bade Alice good-by for a week, Quincy was +keeping a promise he had made to his father. The +second evening before he had spent with his family at +Nahant, and while he was smoking an after-dinner cigar +upon the veranda, the Hon. Nathaniel had joined him.</p> + +<p>"Quincy," said the latter, "I must ask you when you +intend to resume your professional duties. You are now +restored to health, and it is my desire that you do so at +once."</p> + +<p>"While I would not wilfully show disrespect to your +wishes, father," said Quincy, calmly, "I must say frankly +that I do not care to go back to the office. The study of +law is repugnant to me, and its practice would be a daily +martyrdom."</p> + +<p>"What!" cried the Hon. Nathaniel, starting in his chair. +"Perhaps, sir, you have fixed upon a calling that is more +elevated and ennobling than the law."</p> + +<p>"One more congenial, at any rate," remarked Quincy.</p> + +<p>"Then you have chosen a profession," said his father +with some eagerness. "May I inquire what it is?"</p> + +<p>"It can hardly be called a profession," he answered. +"I've bought a third interest in a country grocery store."</p> + +<p>If the Hon. Nathaniel started before, this last piece of information +fairly brought him to his feet. "And may I inquire, +sir," he thundered, "if this special partnership in a +country grocery store is the summit of your ambitions? +I suppose I shall hear next that you are engaged to some +farmer's daughter, and propose to marry her, regardless +<a name="Page_462" id="Page_462"></a>of the wishes of your family, and despite the terrible example +supplied by your Uncle James."</p> + +<p>"It hasn't come to that yet," remarked Quincy, calmly, +"but it may if I find a farmer's daughter who comes up to +my ideal of a wife and to whom I can give an honest love."</p> + +<p>The Hon. Nathaniel sank back in his chair. Quincy +continued, "I will not try to answer your sarcastic reference +to the grocery store. It is a good investment and an +honorable business, fully as honorable as cheating the +prison or the gallows of what is due them; but the summit +of my ambition is by no means reached. I am young yet +and have plenty of time to study the ground before expanding +my career, but I will tell you, privately and confidentially, +that my friends have asked me to run for the +General Court, and I have about decided to stand as a candidate +for nomination as representative from our district."</p> + +<p>"I am glad to hear you say that, Quincy," said his father, +somewhat mollified, and he edged his arm-chair a little +closer to his son, despite the heavy clouds of smoke emitted +from Quincy's cigar. "If you get the regular nomination +in our district it's tantamount to an election. I need +scarcely say that whatever influence I may possess will be +exerted in your favor."</p> + +<p>"Thank you," said Quincy; "I mean to stump the district, +anyway. If I lose the regular nomination I shall take +an independent one. I had rather fight my way in than be +pushed in."</p> + +<p>His father smiled and patted him on the arm. Then they +rose from their chairs, Quincy observing that as he was +going away early in the morning he would immediately +retire.</p> + +<p>"That reminds me," said his father. "I have a favor to +ask of you, Quincy. It is this, Lord Algernon Hastings, +heir to the earldom of Sussex, and his sister, Lady Elfrida, +are now in Boston, and bring letters from the Lord High +Chancellor, with whom I became acquainted when I was +<a name="Page_463" id="Page_463"></a>in England, two years ago. I have invited them to visit us +here next week, and my wish is that you will spend as +much of your time at home as possible and assist me in +entertaining them—I mean the son, of course, particularly."</p> + +<p>Quincy's thoughts flew quickly to Nantucket and back. +Had he foreseen what was to happen on his coming visit, +he would have hesitated still longer, but thinking that, +after all, next Sunday's journey might not end any more +conclusively than the previous one, he presently turned to +his father and answered:</p> + +<p>"I will do so. I must go to-morrow, but I will return +early on Monday, and will stay at home the entire week."</p> + +<p>"I thank you very much, Quincy," said the Hon. Nathaniel, +and he laid his hand on his son's shoulder as affectionately +as he was capable of doing, when they entered the +house.</p> + +<p>Lady Elfrida Hastings and her brother, Lord Algernon, +arrived in due season, and Quincy was there to assist at +their reception. The former was tall, and dark, and stately; +her features were cast in a classic mould, but the look in +her eye was cold and distant, and the face, though having +all the requirements of beauty, yet lacked it. To Mrs. +Sawyer and her daughter, Florence, the Lady Elfrida was +a revelation, and they yearned to acquire that statuesque +repose that comes so natural to the daughter of an earl. +But Maude told her brother that evening that the Lady +Elfrida was a "prunes and prisms," and was sure to die an +old maid.</p> + +<p>Lord Algernon was tall and finely built; he had a profusion +of light brown curly hair, and a pair of large blue +eyes that so reminded Quincy of Alice that he took to the +young lord at once. They rode, played billiards, bowled, +and smoked together.</p> + +<p>One afternoon while they were enjoying a sail in the bay, +Quincy inquired of his guest how he liked America.</p><p><a name="Page_464" id="Page_464"></a></p> + +<p>"'Pon honor, my dear fellow, I don't know," replied +Lord Algernon. "I came here for a certain purpose, and +have failed miserably. I am going to sail for home in a +week, if my sister will go."</p> + +<p>"Then you didn't come to enjoy the pleasures of travel?" +remarked Quincy, interrogatively.</p> + +<p>"No! By Jove, I didn't. My sister did, and she supposes +I did. I'm going to tell you the truth, Mr. Sawyer. I +know you will respect my confidence." Quincy nodded.</p> + +<p>"The fact is," Lord Algernon continued, "I came over +here to find a girl that I'm in love with, but who ran away +from me as soon as I told her of it."</p> + +<p>"But why?" asked Quincy, not knowing what else to say.</p> + +<p>"That's the deuce of it," replied Lord Algernon; "I +sha'n't know till I find her and ask her. I met her at Nice, +in France; she was with her mother, a Mdme. Archimbault; +the daughter's name was Celeste—Celeste Archimbault. +They said they were not French, they were French +Canadians; came from America, you know. I was traveling +as plain Algernon Hastings, and I don't think she ever +suspected I was the son of an earl. I proposed one evening. +She said she must speak to her mother, and if I would +come the next evening about seven o'clock, she would give +me her answer, and I thought by the look in her eye that +she herself was willing to say 'Yes' then. But when I called +the next evening they had both gone, no one knew where."</p> + +<p>"You are sure she was not an adventuress?" inquired +Quincy. "Excuse the question, my lord, but you really +knew nothing about her?"</p> + +<p>"I knew that I loved her," said Lord Algernon, bluntly, +"and I would give half of my fortune to find her. I know +she was a true, pure, beautiful girl, and her mother was as +honest an old lady as you could find in the world."</p> + +<p>"I wish I could help you," remarked Quincy.</p> + +<p>"Thank you," said Lord Algernon; "perhaps you may be +able to some day. Don't forget her name, Celeste Archimbault; +<a name="Page_465" id="Page_465"></a>she is slight in figure, graceful in her carriage, ladylike +in her manners. She has dark hair, large, dreamy +black eyes, with a hidden sorrow in them; in fact, a very +handsome brunette. Here is my card, Mr. Sawyer. I will +write my London address on it, and if you ever hear of her, +cable me at once and I'll take the next steamer for +America."</p> + +<p>Quincy said that he would, and put the card in his cardcase.</p> + +<p>He excused himself to Lord Algernon and his sister that +evening; a prior engagement made it necessary for him to +leave for Boston early next morning, and the farewells +were then spoken. Lord Algernon's last words to Quincy +were whispered in his ear, "Don't forget her name—Celeste +Archimbault!"</p> + +<p>The next Sunday morning Quincy and Leopold, as they +approached Mrs. Gibson's house on the Cliff, found Rosa +Very standing at the little gate. She had on the white +dress that she had worn the Sunday before, but which Leopold +had not seen. Upon her head was a wide-brimmed +straw hat, decked with ribbons and flowers, which intensified +the darkness of her hair and eyes."</p> + +<p>"Don't forget her name—Celeste Archimbault," came +into Quincy's mind, but he said, "Nonsense," to himself, +and dismissed the thought.</p> + +<p>"All ready for a walk on the Cliff?" asked Leopold, as he +raised his hat and extended his hand to Rosa. She shook +hands with him and then with Quincy. She opened the +little gate, placed her hand on Leopold's arm and they +walked on up the Cliff Road.</p> + +<p>As Quincy entered the little parlor, Alice sprang toward +him with a cry of joy. He caught her in his arms, and this +time one kiss did not suffice, for a dozen were pressed on +hair and brow and cheek and lips.</p> + +<p>"It is so long since you went away," said Alice.</p> + +<p>"Only one short week," replied Quincy.</p><p><a name="Page_466" id="Page_466"></a></p> + +<p>"Short! Those six days have seemed longer than all the +time we were together at Eastborough. I cannot let you +go away from me again," she cried.</p> + +<p>"Stay with Me, My Darling, Stay," sang Quincy, in a +low voice, and Alice tried to hide her blushing face upon +his shoulder.</p> + +<p>Then they sat down and talked the matter over. "I +must leave you," said Quincy, "and only see you occasionally, +and then usually in the presence of others, unless—"</p> + +<p>"Unless what?" cried Alice, and a sort of frightened look +came into her face.</p> + +<p>"Unless you marry me at once," said Quincy. "I don't +mean this minute; say Wednesday of this coming week. I +have a license with me I got in Boston yesterday morning. +We'll be married quietly in this little room, in which you +first told me that you loved me. We could be married in a +big church in Boston, with bridesmaids, and groomsmen, +and music on a big organ. We could make as big a day +of it as they did down to Eastborough."</p> + +<p>"Oh, no!" said Alice; "I couldn't go through that. I +cannot see well enough, and I might make some terrible +blunder. I might trip and fall, and then I should be so +nervous and ashamed."</p> + +<p>"I will not ask you to go through such an ordeal, my +dearest. I know that we could have all these grand things, +and for that reason, if for no better one, I'm perfectly willing +to go without them. No, Alice, we will be married here +in this room. We will deck it with flowers," continued +Quincy. "Leopold will go to Boston to-morrow and get +them. Rosamond's Bower was not sweeter nor more lovely +than we will make this little room. I will get an old clergyman; +I don't like young ones; Leopold shall be my best +man and Rosa shall be your bridesmaid. Mrs. Gibson and +her brother, who I see is still here, shall be our witnesses, +and we will have Tommy and Dolly for ushers."</p> + +<p>Both laughed aloud in their childish glee at the picture +<a name="Page_467" id="Page_467"></a>that Quincy had painted. "I could ask for nothing better," +said Alice; "the ceremony will be modest, artistic, and +idyllic."</p> + +<p>"And economical, too," Quincy added with a laugh.</p> + +<p>And so it came to pass! They were married, and the +transformation in the little room, that Quincy and Alice +had seen in their mind's eye, was realized to the letter. +Flowers, best man, bridesmaid, witnesses, ushers, and the +aged clergyman, with whitened locks, who called them his +children, and blessed them and wished them long life and +happiness, hoped that they would meet and know each +other some day in the infinite—all were there.</p> + +<p>This was on Wednesday. On Thursday came a letter +from Aunt Ella. It contained the most kindly congratulations, +and a neat little wedding present of a check for fifty +thousand dollars. She wrote further that she was lonesome +and wanted somebody to read to her, and talk to her, and +sing to her. If the book was done, would not Miss Very +come to spend the remainder of the season with her, and if +Mr. Ernst was there could he not spare time to escort Miss +Very.</p> + +<p>That same evening Leopold received a letter from Mr. +Morton. It simply read, "Blennerhassett accepted; will +be put in type at once and issued by the first of November, +perhaps sooner."</p> + +<p>The next morning Leopold and Rosa started for Old +Orchard, and the lovers were left alone to pass their honeymoon, +with the blue sea about them, the blue sky above +them, and a love within their hearts which grew stronger +day by day.</p><p><a name="Page_468" id="Page_468"></a></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXXVII" id="CHAPTER_XXXVII"></a>CHAPTER XXXVII.</h2> + +<h3>LINDA'S BIRTHRIGHT.<br /></h3> + +<p>For Quincy and Alice, day after day, and week after +week, found them in a state of complete happiness. +The little island floating in the azure sea was their world, +and for the time, no thought of any other intruded upon +their delightful Eden. It seemed to Quincy all a blissful +dream of love, and everything he looked upon was wreathed +in flowers and golden sunshine.</p> + +<p>But lotus land is not so far distant from the abodes of +mortal man but that his emissaries may reach it. The first +jarring note in the sweet harmony of their married life +came in the form of a letter from Dr. Culver, who wrote to +remind Quincy that it would soon be time to start in +ploughing the political field. Quincy's reply was brief and +to the point.</p> + +<p> +"<span class="smcap">My Dear Culver</span>:—I will see you in Boston on the tenth +of September. +</p> +<p class="right1">Q.A.S."</p> + +<p>When Aunt Ella learned that her nephew was going to +town, she made hurried preparations for her departure from +Old Orchard, and wrote to him insisting that he and Alice +should come and stay with her. This invitation they gladly +accepted, Quincy arranging in his mind to explain matters +to his family by saying that, as he had now entered politics +and would necessarily have a great many callers to entertain, +he thought it best to make his headquarters with Aunt +Ella until the campaign was over.</p> + +<p>Accordingly, the ninth of September saw them located +at Mt Vernon Street. On the very day of their arrival, +<a name="Page_469" id="Page_469"></a>proof of the remaining stories and a large instalment of +Blennerhassett reached them, with a note from Ernst:</p> + +<p>"Please rush. Press is waiting."</p> + +<p>Miss Very's assistance was now absolutely necessary, +but when Quincy asked Leopold for her address, he was +surprised at the reply he received.</p> + +<p>"I haven't seen her," said Leopold, "since we came back +from Old Orchard together. In fact, since that time, our +relations, for some reason or other, have undergone a great +change. However, I think I can help you out. I don't +believe in keeping a good friend like you, Quincy, in suspense, +so I will tell you the truth. I am married. My +wife is fully as competent to assist Mrs. Sawyer as Miss +Very would have been. She is in the library now at work. +I will go and ask her."</p> + +<p>He entered the room, closing the door behind him. +Quincy threw himself rather discontentedly into a chair. +He fancied he heard laughing in the next room, but he +knew Alice would be disappointed, and he himself felt in +no mood for laughter.</p> + +<p>Leopold opened the library door. "Quincy, I've induced +her to undertake the task," he said. "Do spare a moment +from your work, Mrs. Ernst; I wish to introduce to you +Mr. Quincy Adams Sawyer, the husband of the author of +that coming literary sensation, Blennerhassett. Mr. Sawyer," +he continued, "allow me to present you to my wife, +Mrs. Rosa Ernst." And as he said this, Leopold and Rosa +stood side by side in the doorway.</p> + +<p>"When did you do it?" finally ejaculated Quincy, rushing +forward and grasping each by the hand. "Leopold, I owe +you one." And then they all laughed together.</p> + +<p>By some means, Dr. Culver said by the liberal use +of money, Barker Dalton secured the regular nomination +from Quincy's party. The latter kept his word +and entered the field as an independent candidate. A +hot contest followed. The papers were full of the +<a name="Page_470" id="Page_470"></a>speeches of the opposing candidates, and incidents connected +with their lives. But in none relating to Quincy +was a word said about his marriage, and the fact +was evidently unknown, except to a limited few. When +the polls closed on election day and the vote was +declared, it was found that Sawyer had a plurality of two +hundred and twenty-eight and a clear majority of twenty-two +over both Dalton and Burke, the opposing candidates. +Then the papers were full of compliments for Mr. Sawyer, +who had so successfully fought corruption and bribery in +his own party, and won such a glorious victory.</p> + +<p>But Quincy never knew that the Hon. Nathaniel Adams +Sawyer had used all his influence to secure his son's election, +and for every dollar expended by Dalton, the Hon. +Nathaniel had covered it with a two or five if necessary.</p> + +<p>The publication of Blennerhassett had been heralded by +advance notices that appeared in the press during the month +of October.</p> + +<p>These notices had been adroitly written. Political prejudices, +one notice said, would no doubt be aroused by statements +made in the book, and one newspaper went so far +as to publish a double-leaded editorial protesting against +the revival of party animosities buried more than two generations +ago. The leaven worked, and when the book was +placed in the stores on the eleventh of November, the demand +for it was unparalleled. Orders came for it from all +parts of the country, particularly from the State of New +York, and the resources of the great publishing house of +Hinckley, Morton, & Co. were taxed to the utmost to meet +the demand.</p> + +<p>While Quincy was fighting Dalton in the political field, +another campaign was being planned in the clever diplomatic +brain of Aunt Ella. It related to the introduction of +Alice, the "farmer's daughter," to the proud patrician family +of Sawyer, as Quincy's wife—no easy matter to accomplish +satisfactorily, as all agreed.</p><p><a name="Page_471" id="Page_471"></a></p> + +<p>The initial step was taken a couple of weeks after +Thanksgiving, when a daintily-engraved card was issued +from Mt. Vernon Street, which read:</p> + +<p>"Your company is respectfully requested on the evening +of the tenth of December at a reception to be given to +Bruce Douglas, the author of Blennerhassett."</p> + +<p>One evening, Quincy ran up the steps of the Mt. Vernon +Street house. He opened the door and started to run up +the stairs to his wife's room, as was his custom, when he +came into collision with a young lady, who, upon closer inspection, +he found to be his sister Maude.</p> + +<p>"Come in here," she said. She grasped him by the arm, +and, dragging him into the parlor, she closed the door behind +him.</p> + +<p>"Oh, Mr. Man!" she cried, "I've found you out, but +horses sha'n't drag it out of me. No, Quincy, you're +always right, and I won't peach. But 'twas mean not to tell +me."</p> + +<p>Quincy looked at her in voiceless astonishment. "What +do you mean, Maude, and where did you gather up all that +slang?"</p> + +<p>"I might ask you," said Maude, "where you found your +wife. I've been talking to her upstairs. She must have +thought that papa and mamma knew all about it, for she +told me who she was, just as easy. Who is she, Quincy?"</p> + +<p>He drew his sister down beside him on a sofa. "She was +Miss Mary Alice Pettengill. She is now known to a limited +few, of which you, sister Maude, are one, as Mrs. +Mary Alice Sawyer; but she is known to a wide circle of +readers as Bruce Douglas, the author of many popular +stories, as also of that celebrated book entitled Blennerhassett."</p> + +<p>"Is that so?" cried Maude; "why, papa is wild over that +book. He's been reading it aloud to us evenings, and he +said last night that that young man—you hear, Quincy?—that +<a name="Page_472" id="Page_472"></a>young man, had brought the truth to the surface at +last."</p> + +<p>"Now, Maude," said Quincy, "you go right home and +keep your mouth shut a little while longer, and when you +are sixteen"—"the ninth of next January," broke in +Maude—"I'll give you a handsome gold watch, with my +picture in it."</p> + +<p>"I don't have to be paid to keep your secrets, Quincy," +replied Maude archly, as Quincy kissed her.</p> + +<p>"I know it, dear," said Quincy; "I'll give you the watch, +not as pay, but to show my gratitude."</p> + +<p>Quincy took an early opportunity to explain to his wife +his remissness in not informing his parents of his marriage, +and disclosed to her Aunt Ella's plan.</p> + +<p>On the tenth, Mrs. Chessman's spacious parlor was +thronged from nine till eleven o'clock with bright and +shining lights, representing the musical, artistic, literary, +and social culture of Boston. Among the guests were the +Hon. Nathaniel Adams Sawyer, his wife, and his daughters, +Florence and Maude. The surprise of the visitors at +the discovery that Bruce Douglas was a young woman was +followed by one of great pleasure at finding her beautiful +and affable.</p> + +<p>The reception and entertainment were acknowledged on +all sides to have been most successful, and a thoroughly +pleased and satisfied company had spoken their farewells +to author and hostess by quarter-past eleven. So, when +Quincy came up Walnut Street and glanced across at his +aunt's house, a little before twelve, he found the windows +dark and the occupants, presumably, in their beds.</p> + +<p>As part of her plan, Quincy had been advised by Aunt +Ella to stay away from the reception, to spend the night +at his father's house, and to be sure and take breakfast +with them, so as to hear what was said about the previous +evening.</p><p><a name="Page_473" id="Page_473"></a></p> + +<p>As soon as the morning meal was over, Quincy ran +quickly upstairs, seized his hand-bag, which he always kept +packed, ready for an emergency, and in a very short space +of time, reached Mt. Vernon Street. He found his wife +and aunt in the den. The latter was reading a manuscript +to Alice.</p> + +<p>As soon as the greetings were over, and a little time +given to discussing the reception, Quincy asked: "Who is +this Mr. Fernborough that Maude told me about this +morning?"</p> + +<p>"He is an English gentleman," explained Alice, "who +has come to this country to see if he can find any trace of +an only daughter, who ran away from home with an American +more than thirty years ago, and who, he thinks, came +to this country with her husband. His wife is dead, he is +alone in the world, and he is ready to forgive her and care +for her, if she needs it."</p> + +<p>"He hasn't hurried himself about it, has he?" said +Quincy; "but why did he come to you?"</p> + +<p>"That's the strange part of it," Alice replied, "He said he +thoughtlessly picked up a magazine at a hotel where he +was staying, and his eye fell upon my story, How He Lost +Both Name and Fortune. He read it, and sought me out, +to ask if it were fiction, or whether it was founded on some +true incident. He was quite disappointed when I told him +it was entirely a work of the imagination."</p> + +<p>"Did he say what hotel?" asked Quincy.</p> + +<p>"No," replied Alice; "but why are you so interested in a +total stranger?"</p> + +<p>Then Quincy told the story of the broken envelope—the +little piece of cloth—and the name, Linda Fernborough.</p> + +<p>"I must find him at once," said he, "for I have an impression +that his daughter must have been Lindy Putnam's +real mother. You gave me my reward, Alice, before my +quest was successful, but I gave my word to find her for +<a name="Page_474" id="Page_474"></a>you, and I shall not consider myself fully worthy of you +till that word is kept."</p> + +<p>"But what did your father and mother say?" broke in +Aunt Ella.</p> + +<p>"My father took me to task," began Quincy, "for not +being present at the reception, but I told him I had to see +Culver on some political business. Then he remarked that +I missed a very pleasant evening. He complimented Aunt +Ella, here, for her skill as an entertainer, and expressed +his surprise that Bruce Douglas, instead of being a young +man, was a young and very beautiful woman. Yes, Aunt +Ella, he actually called my wife here a very beautiful young +woman."</p> + +<p>"That is a capital beginning!" cried Aunt Ella. "Go on, +Quincy."</p> + +<p>"In order to continue the conversation, I ventured the +remark that Bruce Douglas came from an ordinary country +family and one not very well off; for which aspersion, I +humbly ask your pardon, Mrs. Sawyer. Father replied +that he thought that I must have been misinformed; that +Bruce Douglas was worth fifty thousand dollars in her own +right, and he added that she would become a very wealthy +woman if she kept up her literary activity."</p> + +<p>"What did sister Sarah say?" asked Aunt Ella.</p> + +<p>"Well," said Quincy, "I resolved to do something desperate, +so I asked: 'Doesn't she look countrified?' again +asking your pardon, Mrs. Sawyer."</p> + +<p>"No," said mother, "she has the repose of a Lady Clara +Vere de Vere, and is as correct in her speech as was the +Lady Elfrida Hastings."</p> + +<p>"It will come out all right," cried Aunt Ella; and Quincy, +kissing his aunt and wife, and promising to write or telegraph +every day, caught up his hand-bag and started forth +in search of the Hon. Stuart Fernborough, M.P.</p> + +<p>When Quincy left his aunt's house he had not the slightest +idea which way would be the best to turn his footsteps.<a name="Page_475" id="Page_475"></a> +He commenced his search, however, at the Revere House, +then he tried the American House, but at neither place was +Mr. Fernborough a guest.</p> + +<p>At the Quincy House the clerk was busy with a number +of new arrivals. He had just opened a new hotel register, +and the old one lay upon the counter. Quincy took it +up, and turning over the leaves, glanced up and down its +pages. Suddenly he started back; then, holding the book +closer to his eyes he read it again. There it was, under the +date of September 10, "Mdme. Rose Archimbault and +daughter." The residence given in the proper column was +"New York." Quincy kept the book open at the place +where he found this entry until the clerk was at leisure. +He remembered Mdme. Archimbault and daughter in a +general way. He was sure that they arrived from Europe +the day that they came to the hotel, and he was equally +sure that they went to New York when they left. What +made him positive was that he remembered asking the +young lady when she wrote New York in the register if she +had not just returned from Europe. She said yes, but that +her home residence was in New York.</p> + +<p>Quincy thanked the clerk, and started forth again in +search of the elusive Mr. Fernborough. A visit to Young's, +Parker's, and the Tremont furnished no clue, and Quincy +was wondering whether his search, after all, was destined to +be fruitless, when he thought of a small hotel in Central +Court, which led from Washington Street, a little south of +Summer Street.</p> + +<p>It was noted for its English roast beef, Yorkshire mutton +chops, and musty ale, and might be just the sort of +place that an English gentleman would put up at, provided +he had been informed of its whereabouts.</p> + +<p>On his way Quincy dropped into the Marlborough, but +Mr. Fernborough had not been there, and Quincy imagined +that the little hotel in Central Court was his last hope.</p> + +<p>His persistence was rewarded. Mr. Fernborough was +<a name="Page_476" id="Page_476"></a>not only a guest, but he was in his room. Quincy sent up +his card, and in a very short time was shown into the presence +of a courtly gentleman, between sixty and seventy +years of age. His face was smooth shaven, and had a firm +but not hard expression. His eyes, however, showed that +he was weighed down by some sorrow, which the unyielding +expression of his face indicated that he would bear in +silence rather than seek sympathy from others.</p> + +<p>Quincy's story was soon told. The old gentleman listened +with breathless interest, and when at the close Quincy +said, "What do you think?" Mr. Fernborough cried, "It +must be she, my daughter's child. There are no other +Fernboroughs in England, and Linda has been a family +name for generations. Heaven bless you, young man, for +your kindly interest, and take me to my grandchild at once. +She is the only tie that binds me to earth. All the others +are dead and gone."</p> + +<p>The old gentleman broke down completely, and for several +minutes was unable to speak.</p> + +<p>Quincy waited until his emotion had somewhat subsided. +Then he said, "I am at your service, sir; we will do our +best to find her. I have a feeling that she is in New York, +but not a single fact to prove it. We can take the one +o'clock train, if you desire."</p> + +<p>The old gentleman began at once to prepare for the journey. +Quincy told him he would meet him at the hotel +office, and from there he sent a note to Aunt Ella informing +her of his intended departure.</p> + +<p>Arriving in New York they were driven at once to the +Fifth Avenue Hotel. Quincy prevailed upon Sir Stuart +to retire at once, telling him that he would prepare an advertisement +and have it in the next morning's issue of the +"New York Herald."</p> + +<p>Quincy wrote out two advertisements and sent them by +special messenger to the newspaper office. The first one +<a name="Page_477" id="Page_477"></a>read: "Linda: important paper not destroyed, as suspected. +Communicate at once with Eastborough, 'Herald' office." +The second was worded as follows: "Celeste A——t: +an American friend has a message for you from me. Send +your address at once to Eastborough, 'Herald' office. +<span class="smcap">Algernon H</span>."</p> + +<div class="figcenter"> + <a name="image11" id="image11" href="images/image11.png"> + <img src="images/image11-tn.png" alt="Alice Recovers Her Sight (Act IV.)" + title="Alice Recovers Her Sight (Act IV.)" /> + </a> + <p class="caption">Alice Recovers Her Sight (Act IV.)</p> +</div> + +<p>Then began the days of weary waiting; the careful examination +of the "Herald" each morning, to be sure that the +advertisements were in, for both had been paid for a week +in advance. The request for mail made every morning at +the "Herald" office received a stereotyped "no" for answer; +then he vowed that he would advertise no more, but would +enlist other aids in the search.</p> + +<p>On the morning of the eighth day Quincy stood upon +the steps of the Fifth Avenue Hotel. He was undecided +which way to go. It is in such cases of absolute uncertainty +that unseen powers should give their aid, if they +ever do, for then it is most needed. He did not hear any +angels' voices, but he crossed over Broadway and started +up town on the right-hand side of that great thoroughfare. +As he walked on he glanced at the shop windows, for they +were resplendent with holiday gifts, for Christmas was only +one short week away.</p> + +<p>Just beyond the corner of Broadway and Twenty-ninth +Street his attention was attracted by a wax figure in a milliner's +window. The face and golden hair reminded him +of his wife, and he thought how pretty Alice would look +in the hat that was upon the head of the figure. His first +inclination was to go in and buy it, then he thought that it +would make an unhandy package to carry with him, and +besides his taste might not be appreciated.</p> + +<p>Thinking, however, that he might return and purchase +it, he glanced up at the sign. One look and he gave a sudden +start backward, coming violently in contact with a +gentleman who was passing. Quincy's apology was accepted +and the gentleman passed on, giving his right +<a name="Page_478" id="Page_478"></a>shoulder an occasional pressure to make sure that it was +not dislocated. Then Quincy took another look at the +sign to make sure that he had not been mistaken. On it he +read, in large golden letters, "Mdme. Archimbault."</p> + +<p>It was but the work of an instant for Quincy to enter the +store and approach the only attendant, who was behind the +counter nearest the door.</p> + +<p>"Could I see Mdme. Archimbault?" he inquired in the +politest possible manner.</p> + +<p>"Ze madame eez seeck zis morning, monsieur, mais ze +Mademoiselle Celeste eez in ze boudoir."</p> + +<p>As she said this she pointed to a partition with windows +of ground glass, which extended across the farther end of +the store, evidently forming a private department for trying +on hats and bonnets. Quincy said nothing, but taking +out his cardcase passed one to the attendant.</p> + +<p>The girl walked towards the boudoir, opened the door +and entered. Quincy followed her, and was but a few feet +from the door when it was closed. He heard a woman's +voice say, "What is it, Hortense?" And the girl's reply +was distinctly audible. This is what she said, "A veezitor, +mademoiselle."</p> + +<p>An instant's silence, followed by a smothered cry of astonishment, +evidently from mademoiselle. Then ensued +a short conversation, carried on in whispers. Then Hortense +emerged from the boudoir, and facing Quincy said, +"Ze mademoiselle weel not zee you. She has no desire to +continue ze acquaintance."</p> + +<p>As she said this she stepped behind the counter, evidently +thinking that Quincy would accept the rebuff and +depart. Instead of doing this he took a step forward, +which brought him between Hortense and the door of the +boudoir. Turning to the girl he said in a low tone, "There +must be some mistake. I have never met Mademoiselle +Archimbault. I will go in and explain the purpose of my +visit." And before Hortense could prevent him, Quincy +<a name="Page_479" id="Page_479"></a><a name="Page_480" id="Page_480"></a><a name="Page_481" id="Page_481"></a>had entered the boudoir and closed the door behind him.</p> + +<p>In the centre of the room stood a beautifully carved and +inlaid table. Before it sat an elegantly-dressed woman, +whose hair, artistically arranged, was of the darkest shade +of brown—almost black. Her arms were crossed upon the +table, her face was buried in them, and from her came a +succession of convulsive sobs, that indicated she was in +great physical or mental distress.</p> + +<p>Quincy felt that she knew he was there, but he did not +speak.</p> + +<p>Finally she said, and there was a tone of deep suffering +in her voice: "Oh! Algernon, why have you followed me? +I can never, never marry you. If it had been possible I +would have met you that evening, as I promised."</p> + +<p>The thought flashed across Quincy's mind, "This is the +girl that ran away from Lord Hastings. But why did she +call me Algernon?" Then he spoke for the first time. +"Mademoiselle, there is some misunderstanding; my name +is not Algernon. I am not Lord Hastings."</p> + +<p>As he spoke he looked at the woman seated at the table. +She looked up; there was an instantaneous, mutual recognition. +In her astonishment she cried out, "Mr. Sawyer!"</p> + +<p>As these words fell from her lips, Quincy said to himself, +"Thank God! she's found at last." But the only words +that he spoke aloud were, "Lindy Putnam!"</p> + +<p>"Why do I find you here," asked Quincy, "and under +this name? Why have you not answered my advertisements +in the 'Herald?'" And he sank into a chair on the +other side of the little table.</p> + +<p>The revulsion of feeling was so great at his double discovery +that he came nearer being unmanned than ever before +in his life.</p> + +<p>"How did you come by this card!" asked Mademoiselle +Archimbault in a broken voice. "When you have explained, +I will answer your questions."</p> + +<p>Quincy took the card from her hand and glanced at it.<a name="Page_482" id="Page_482"></a> +"What a big blunder I made and yet what a fortunate one," +cried he, for he now saw that he had sent in Lord Hastings's +card bearing the London address. "Lord Hastings +himself gave it to me," he continued. "He was a guest at +my father's cottage at Nahant last summer. He came to +America and spent three months vainly searching for you. +He loves you devotedly, and made me promise that if I +ever found you I would cable at once to the address on +that card, and he said he would come to America on the +next steamer. Of course when I made that promise I did +not know that Lindy Putnam and Celeste Archimbault +were one and the same person."</p> + +<p>"But knowing it as you now do, Mr. Sawyer, you will +not send him any word. Give me your solemn promise +you will not. I cannot marry him. You know I cannot. +There is no Lindy Putnam, and Celeste Archimbault has +no right to the name she bears."</p> + +<p>"Did you come to New York when you left Eastborough, +as you promised you would?" inquired Quincy.</p> + +<p>"No, I did not, Mr. Sawyer," said she. "Forgive me, +but I could not. I was distracted, almost heartbroken +when I reached Boston the day she died. She had robbed +me of all hope of ever finding my relatives, and but for +my hatred of her I believe I would have had brain fever. +One thing I could not do, I would not do. I would not +remain in America. I was rich, I would travel and try to +drown my sorrow and my hatred. I did not go to a hotel, +for I did not wish any one to find me. What good could +it do? I looked in the 'Transcript' and found a boarding +place. There I met Mdme. Archimbault, a widow, a +French-Canadian lady, who had come to Boston in search +of a niece who had left her home in Canada some five years +before. Mdme. Archimbault had spent all the money she +had in her unavailing search for her relative, and she told +me, with tears in her eyes and expressive French gestures, +that she would have to sell her jewelry to pay her board, +<a name="Page_483" id="Page_483"></a>as she had no way of making a living in a foreign land. +Then I told her part of my story. She was sure her niece +was dead, and so I asked her to be my mother, to let me +take her name and be known as her daughter. I told her +I was rich and that I would care for her as long as our compact +was kept and the real truth not known. My visit to +Nice and my meeting with Algernon Hastings, he has no +doubt told you. I did not know he was a lord, but I suspected +it. So much the more reason why he should not +marry a nameless waif, a poor girl with no father or mother +and all hope lost of ever finding them. I came back to +America with Mdme. Archimbault, covering my tracks by +cross journeys and waits which he could not anticipate. +We landed in Boston."</p> + +<p>"I found your names in the Quincy House register," remarked +Quincy.</p> + +<p>"I don't think I could escape from you as easily as I did +from him," she said, the first faint sign of a smile showing +itself upon her face. "I went to my bankers in Boston +and told them that I had been adopted by a wealthy French +lady named Archimbault. I informed them that we were +going to return to France at once. They made up my account, +and I found I was worth nearly one hundred and +forty thousand dollars. I took my fortune in New York +drafts, explaining that madame wished to visit relatives in +New York, and that we should sail for France from that +port. I did this so my bankers could not disclose my +whereabouts to any one. We came here, but I could not +remain idle. I always had a natural taste for millinery +work, so I proposed to madame that we should open a +store under her name. We did this late in September, +and have had great success since our opening day. Now +you know all about me, Mr. Sawyer. Give me your promise +that you will not tell Lord Hastings where I am."</p> + +<p>"Then," said Quincy, "you do not know why I am here."</p><p><a name="Page_484" id="Page_484"></a></p> + +<p>"To keep your word to Lord Hastings, I presume. +What other reason could you have?"</p> + +<p>"Then you have not read the Personal Column in the +'New York Herald?'" Quincy inquired.</p> + +<p>"No," said she. "Why should I?"</p> + +<p>Quincy took a copy of the paper from his pocket, laid it +upon the table and pointed with his finger to the word +"Linda." She read the advertisement, then looked up to +him with distended eyes, full of questioning.</p> + +<p>"What does the paper say? It could not have disclosed +much or you would not have waited so long to tell me."</p> + +<p>Then Quincy related the story of the sealed package, +how it had been given to Alice Pettengill long before Mrs. +Putnam died; how Miss Pettengill had sworn to destroy it, +but would not when she learned that it might possibly contain +information relating to her parents. He told her that +Miss Pettengill would not allow any one to read it but herself; +and how he had promised to search for her until he +found her. Then he related the incident at the lawyer's +office and the piece of cloth bearing the name, "Linda Fernborough," +"which," said Quincy, "I think must have been +your mother's maiden name." He did not tell her of the +old gentleman only five blocks away, ready and willing to +claim her as his granddaughter without further proof than +that little piece of doth.</p> + +<p>Quincy looked at his watch. "I have just time," said +he, "to get the one o'clock train for Boston. I will obtain +the papers to-morrow morning, and be in New York again +to-morrow night. The next morning early I will be at +your residence with the papers, and let us hope that they +will contain such information as will disclose your parentage +and give you a name that you can rightfully bear."</p> + +<p>She wrote her home address on a card and passed it to +him.</p> + +<p>He gave her hand a quick, firm pressure and left the +store, not even glancing at Hortense, who gazed at him +<a name="Page_485" id="Page_485"></a>with wonderment. He hailed a hack and was driven to +the hotel. He found Sir Stuart and told him that he had +found his supposed granddaughter, but that he must wait +until he returned from Boston with the papers, that his +wife's feelings must be respected, and that the document +could only be opened and read by the person who had been +known to her as Lindy Putnam.</p> + +<p>Quincy reached Mt. Vernon Street about eight o'clock +that evening. His wife and aunt listened eagerly to the +graphic recital of his search. He pictured the somewhat +sensational episode in the boudoir in the most expressive +language, and Alice remarked that Quincy was fast gathering +the materials for a most exciting romance; while Aunt +Ella declared that the disclosure of the dual personality of +Linda and Celeste would form a most striking theatrical +tableau.</p> + +<p>Aunt Ella informed him that she had been requested by +Mr. and Mrs. Nathaniel Adams Sawyer to extend an invitation +to Miss Bruce Douglas to dine with them on any +day that might be convenient for her. "I was included in +the invitation, of course," Aunt Ella added. "What day +had we better fix, Quincy?" she inquired.</p> + +<p>"Make it Christmas," replied Quincy. "Tell them Miss +Bruce Douglas has invitations for every other day but +that for a month to come. What a precious gift I shall +present to my father," said he, caressing his wife, who laid +her fair head upon his shoulder.</p> + +<p>"Do you think he will be pleased?" asked Alice.</p> + +<p>"I don't know which will please him most," replied +Quincy, "the fact that such a talented addition has been +made to the family, or the knowledge, which will surely +surprise him, that his son was smart enough to win such a +prize."</p> + +<p>The next morning Quincy arose early and was at Curtis +Carter's office as soon as it was opened. Alice had signed +an order for the delivery of the package to him and he presented +<a name="Page_486" id="Page_486"></a>it to Mr. Carter's clerk, to whom he was well known. +The ponderous doors of the big safe were thrown open and +the precious document was produced. When the clerk +passed the package to him and took Alice's order therefor, +Quincy noticed that a five-dollar bill was pinned to the envelope; +a card was also attached to the bill, upon which was +written: "This money belongs to Mr. Quincy Sawyer; he +dropped it the last time he was in the office."</p> + +<p>Quincy would not trust the package to his hand-bag, but +placed it in an inside pocket of his coat, which he tightly +buttoned. After leaving the lawyer's office he dropped +into Grodjinski's, and purchased a box of fine cigars. He +had the clerk tack one of his cards on the top of the box. +On this he wrote:</p> + +<p> +"<span class="smcap">My Dear Curtis</span>:—Keep the ashes for me; they make +good tooth powder. +</p> +<p class="right1"><span class="smcap">Quincy</span>."</p> + +<p>The box was then done up and addressed to Curtis Carter, +Esq., the clerk promising to have it delivered at once.</p> + +<p>Quincy had found a letter at his aunt's from Mr. Strout, +asking him to buy a line of fancy groceries and confectionery +for Christmas trade, and it was noon before he had +attended to the matter to his complete satisfaction. A +hasty lunch and he was once more on his way to New York, +and during the trip his hand sought the inside pocket of his +coat a score of times, that he might feel assured that the +precious document was still there.</p> + +<p>Arriving, Quincy proceeded at once to the Fifth Avenue +Hotel. Sir Stuart was eagerly awaiting his arrival, and +his first question was, "Have you the papers?"</p> + +<p>Quincy took the package from his pocket and placed it +on the table before him, remarking as he did so, "It must +not be opened until to-morrow morning, and then by the +young lady herself."</p> + +<p>The old man pushed the package away from him and +<a name="Page_487" id="Page_487"></a>turned a stern face toward Quincy. "I yield obedience," +said he, "to your wife's command, but if one man or two +stood now between me and my darling's child, I would +have their lives, if they tried to keep her from my arms for +one instant even."</p> + +<p>After a little reflection he apologized for his vehement +language, and sought his room to think, and hope, and wait—but +not to sleep.</p> + +<p>The next morning, a little before nine o'clock, a carriage +containing two gentlemen stopped before a modest brick +dwelling in West Forty-first Street. A servant admitted +them and showed them into the little parlor. The room +was empty. Quincy pointed to a sofa at the farther end of +the room, and Sir Stuart took a seat thereon. Quincy +stepped into the entry and greeted Celeste, who was just +descending the stairs.</p> + +<p>"Sir Stuart Fernborough is in your parlor," said he; "he +may be, and I hope to Heaven he is, your grandfather, but +you must control your feelings until you know the truth. +Come and sit by me, near the window, and read what is +written in this package, so loud that he can hear every +word." As he said this he placed the package, which might +or might not prove her honorable heritage, in her hands.</p> + +<p>They entered the room and took seats near the window. +Celeste opened the package with trembling fingers. As +she did so that little telltale piece of cloth, bearing the +name "Linda Fernborough," once more fell upon the floor. +Quincy picked it up, and held it during the reading of the +letter, for a letter it proved to be.</p> + +<p>It had no envelope, but was folded in the old-fashioned +way, so as to leave a blank space on the back of the last +sheet for the address. The address was, "Mr. Silas Putnam, +Hanover, New Hampshire."</p> + +<p>Celeste began to read in a clear voice: "Dear brother +Silas."</p> + +<p>"Is there no date?" asked Quincy.</p><p><a name="Page_488" id="Page_488"></a></p> + +<p>"Oh, yes," replied Celeste, "March 18, 183—."</p> + +<p>"Thirty years ago," said Quincy.</p> + +<p>Celeste read on:</p> + +<p>"<span class="smcap">Dear Brother Silas</span>:—You will, no doubt, be surprised +to find I am in this town when I usually go to Gloucester +or Boston, but the truth is I had a strange adventure during +my last fishing trip on the Polly Sanders, and I thought +I would come into port as close to you as I could. About +ten days ago I had a good catch on the Banks and sailed +for home, bound for Boston. A heavy fog came up, and +we lay to for more than twenty-four hours. During the +night, heard cries, and my mate, Jim Brown, stuck to it +that some ship must have run ashore; and he was right, +for when the fog lifted we saw the masts of a three-master +sticking out of water, close on shore, and about a mile +from where we lay. We up sail and ran down as close as +we dared to see if there was anybody living on the wreck. +We couldn't see anybody, but I sent out Jim Brown with +a boat to make a thorough search. In about an hour he +came back, bringing a half-drowned woman and just the +nicest, chubbiest, little black-eyed girl baby that you ever +saw in your life. Jim said the woman was lashed to a spar, +and when he first saw her, there was a man in the water +swimming and trying to push the spar towards the land, +but before he reached him the man sunk and he didn't get +another sight of him."</p> + +<p>"Oh, my poor father!" cried Celeste. The letter dropped +from her hands and the tears rushed into her eyes.</p> + +<p>"Shall I finish reading it?" asked Quincy, picking up the +letter.</p> + +<p>Celeste nodded, and he read on:</p> + +<p>"I gave the woman some brandy and she came to long +enough to tell me who she was. She said her name was<a name="Page_489" id="Page_489"></a> +Linda Chester or Chessman, I couldn't tell just which. Her +husband's name was Charles, and he was an artist. He +had a brother in Boston named Robert, and they were on +their way to that city. The wrecked ship was the Canadian +Belle, bound from Liverpool to Boston. I didn't tell +her her husband was drowned. I gave her some more +brandy and she came to again and said her husband left a +lot of pictures in London with Roper & Son, on Ludgate +Hill. I asked her where she came from and she said from +Heathfield, in Sussex. She said no more and we couldn't +bring her to again. She died in about an hour and we buried +her at sea. I noticed that her nightdress had a name +stamped on it different from what she gave me, and so I +cut it out and send it in this letter. Now, I've heard you +and Heppy say that if you could find a nice little girl baby +that you would adopt her and bring her up. I sold out my +cargo at Portland, and so I've put in here, and I'll stay +till you and Heppy have time to drive down here and make +up your minds whether you'll take this handsome little baby +off my hands. Come right along, quick, for I must be off +to the Banks again soon. From your brother,</p> + +<p class="right7"><span class="smcap">Obed Putnam</span>,</p> +<p class="right1">Captain of the Polly Sanders.</p> + +<p>"Portsmouth Harbor, N.H.</p> + +<p>"P.S. The baby was a year old the eighth of last January. +Its name is Linda Fernborough Chessman."</p> + +<p>The tears had welled up again in the young girl's eyes, +when Quincy read of the death of her mother and her +burial at sea. His own hand trembled perceptibly when +he realized that the young woman before him, though not +his cousin, was yet connected by indisputable ties of relationship +to his own aunt, Mrs. Ella Chessman. Following +his usual habit of reticence he kept silence, thinking that it +<a name="Page_490" id="Page_490"></a>would be inappropriate to detract in any way from the +happy reunion of grandfather and granddaughter.</p> + +<p>Sir Stuart had scarcely moved during the reading of the +letter. He had sat with his right hand covering his eyes, +but yet evidently listening attentively to each word as it +fell from the reader's lips. As Quincy folded up the letter +and passed it back to Linda, Sir Stuart arose and came forward +to the front part of the room. Quincy took Linda's +hand and led her towards Mr. Fernborough. Then he +said, "Sir Stuart, I think this letter proves conclusively that +this young lady's real name is Linda Fernborough Chessman. +I knew personally Mr. Silas Putnam, mentioned in +the letter, and scores of others can bear testimony that she +has lived nearly all her life with this Silas Putnam, and has +been known to all as his adopted daughter. There is no +doubt but that the Linda Fernborough who was buried at +sea was her mother. If you are satisfied that Mrs. Charles +Chessman was your daughter, it follows that this young +lady must be your granddaughter."</p> + +<p>"There is no doubt of it in my mind," said Sir Stuart, +taking both of Linda's hands in his. "I live at Fernborough +Hall, which is located in Heathfield, in the county of +Sussex. But, my dear, I did not know until to-day that my +poor daughter had a child, and it will take me just a little +time to get accustomed to the fact. Old men's brains do +not act as quickly as my young friend's here." As he said +this he looked towards Quincy. "But I am sure that we +both of us owe to him a debt of gratitude that it will be +difficult for us ever to repay."</p> + +<p>The old gentleman drew Linda towards him and folded +her tenderly in his arms. "Come, rest here, my dear one," +said he; "your doubts and hopes, your troubles and trials, +and your wanderings are over." He kissed her on the forehead, +and Linda put her arms about his neck and laid her +head upon his breast.</p> + +<p>"You are the only one united to me by near ties of blood +<a name="Page_491" id="Page_491"></a>in the world," Sir Stuart continued, and he laid his hand +on Linda's head and turned her face towards him. "You +have your mother's eyes," he said. "We will go back to +England, and Fernborough Hall will have a mistress once +more. You are English born, and have a right to sit in that +seat which might have been your mother's but for the +pride and prejudice which thirty years ago ruled both your +grandmother and myself."</p> + +<p>Leaving them to talk over future plans, Quincy went +back to the hotel and wrote two letters. The first was +addressed to Lord Algernon Hastings in London. The +other was a brief note to Aunt Ella, informing her that a +party of four would start for Boston on the morning train +and that she might expect them about four o'clock in the +afternoon.</p> + +<p>It lacked but five minutes of that hour when a carriage, +containing the party from New York, stopped before the +Mt. Vernon Street house. It suited Quincy's purpose that +his companions should first meet his wife, although the +fact that she was his wife was as yet unknown to them.</p> + +<p>The meeting between Alice and Linda was friendly, but +not effusive. They had been ordinary acquaintances in +the old days at Eastborough, but now a mutual satisfaction +and pleasure drew them more closely together.</p> + +<p>"I have come," said Linda, "to thank you, Miss Pettengill, +for your kindness and justice to me. Few women +would have disregarded the solemn oath that Mrs. Putnam +forced you to take, but by doing so you have given me a +lawful name and a life of happiness for the future. May +every blessing that Heaven can send to you be yours."</p> + +<p>"All the credit should not be given to me," replied Alice. +"The morning after Mrs. Putnam's death I was undecided +in my mind which course to follow, whether to destroy the +paper or to keep it. It was a few words from my Uncle +Isaac that enabled me to decide the matter. He told me +that a promise made to the dead should not be carried out +<a name="Page_492" id="Page_492"></a>if it interfered with the just rights of the living. So I +decided to keep the paper, but how? It was then that Mr. +Sawyer came to the rescue and pointed out to me the line +of action, which I am truly happy to learn has ended so +pleasantly."</p> + +<p>"Grandpa and I have both thanked Mr. Sawyer so much," +said Linda, "that he will not listen to us any more, but I +will write to Uncle Ike, for I used to call him by that name, +and show him that I am not ungrateful. I have lost all my +politeness, I am so happy," continued Linda; "I believe +you have met grandpa."</p> + +<p>Sir Stuart came forward, and, in courtly but concise language, +expressed his sincere appreciation of the kind service +that Miss Pettengill had rendered his granddaughter.</p> + +<p>Then Linda introduced Mdme. Archimbault as one who +had been a true friend and almost a mother to her in the +hours of her deepest sorrow and distress.</p> + +<p>"Now, my friends," said Quincy, "I have a little surprise +for you myself. I believe it my duty to state the situation +frankly to you. My father is a very wealthy man—a millionaire. +He is proud of his wealth and still more proud of +the honored names of Quincy and Adams, which he conferred +upon me. Like all such fathers and mothers, my +parents have undoubtedly had bright dreams as to the future +of their only son. One of their dreams has, no doubt, +been my marriage to some young lady of honored name +and great wealth. In such a matter, however, my own mind +must decide. I have acted without their knowledge, as I +resolved to deprive them of the pleasure of my wife's acquaintance +until Christmas day."</p> + +<p>Stepping up to Alice, Quincy took her hand and led her +forward, facing their guests. "I take great pleasure, my +friends, in introducing to you my wife, Mrs. Quincy Adams +Sawyer."</p> + +<p>There came an exclamation of pleased surprise from +Linda, followed by congratulations from all, and while +<a name="Page_493" id="Page_493"></a>these were being extended, Aunt Ella entered the room. +She advanced to meet Sir Stuart, who had been present at +Alice's reception. Quincy introduced Mdme. Archimbault, +and then Aunt Ella turned towards Linda. "This is the +young lady, I believe," said she, "who has just found a +long-lost relative, or rather, has been found by him. You +must be very happy, my dear, and it makes me very happy +to know that my nephew and niece, who are so dear to me, +have been instrumental in bringing this pleasure to you. +But have you been able to learn your mother's name? +Quincy did not mention that in his letter."</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Quincy, stepping forward, "the letter contained +that information, but I thought I would rather tell +you about it than write it. My dear aunt, allow me to introduce +to you Miss Linda Fernborough Chessman."</p> + +<p>"What!" cried Aunt Ella, starting back in astonishment.</p> + +<p>"Listen to me, Aunt Ella;" and taking her hand in his +he drew her towards him. "Your husband had a brother, +Charles Chessman; he was an artist and lived in England; +while there he married; he wrote your husband some thirty +years ago that he was going to return to America, but +Uncle Robert, you told me, never heard from him again +after receiving the letter."</p> + +<p>"Yes, yes!" assented Aunt Ella; "I have the letter. But +what is the mystery, Quincy? You know I can bear anything +but suspense."</p> + +<p>"There is no mystery, auntie, now; it is all cleared up. +Uncle Robert's brother Charles married Linda Fernborough, +Sir Stuart's daughter. The vessel in which father, +mother, and child sailed for America was wrecked. Father +and mother were lost, but the child was rescued. This is +the child. Aunt Ella, Linda Chessman is your niece, but +unfortunately I am unable to call her cousin."</p> + +<p>Aunt Ella embraced Linda and talked to her as a mother +might talk to her daughter. Her delight at finding this +relative of the husband whom she had loved so well and +<a name="Page_494" id="Page_494"></a>mourned so sincerely, showed itself in face, and voice, and +action. Her hospitality knew no bounds. Linda must +stay with her a month at least, so must Sir Stuart and +Mdme. Archimbault. It was the holiday season, and they +must all feast and be merry over this happy, unexpected +return.</p> + +<p>It was a joyous party that gathered in the dining-room at +Aunt Ella's house that evening. She said that such an occasion +could not be fitly celebrated with plain cold water, so a +battle of choke old port was served to Sir Stuart, and +toasts to Mrs. Sawyer and Miss Chessman were drunk from +glasses filled with foaming champagne.</p> + +<p>Then all adjourned to Aunt Ella's room and Uncle +Robert's prime cigars were offered to Sir Stuart and +Quincy. But Aunt Ella had too much to say to think of +her cigarette. For an hour conversation was general; +everybody took part in it. The events of the past year, +which were of so great interest to all present, were gone +over, and when conversation lagged it was because everybody +knew everything that everybody else knew.</p> + +<p>Quincy spent that night at his father's house. The next +morning his mother told him that the author had selected +Christmas day on which to be received by them at dinner, +and that she was making unusual preparations for that +event.</p> + +<p>"I wish I could invite a few friends to meet her that +day," said Quincy.</p> + +<p>"You may invite as many as you choose, Quincy, if you +will promise to be here yourself. You have been away +from home so much the past year I hardly anticipate the +pleasure of your company on that day."</p> + +<p>"Have no fear, mother," Quincy said. "I wish very +much to meet the author that father and you are so greatly +pleased with. Of course Aunt Ella is coming?"</p> + +<p>"Certainly," answered his mother. "I understand that +the author has been stopping with her since the reception."</p><p><a name="Page_495" id="Page_495"></a></p> + +<p>"I shall invite five friends," said Quincy, "and you may +depend upon me."</p> + +<p>To his mother's surprise he gave her a slight embrace, a +light kiss upon her cheek, and was gone.</p> + +<p>The sun showed its cheerful face on Christmas morning. +The snow that fell a fortnight previous had been washed +away by continued heavy rains. A cold wind, biting, but +healthful, quickened the pulse and brought roses to the +cheeks of holiday pedestrians.</p> + +<p>The programme for the meals on Christmas day had +been arranged by Mrs. Sawyer as follows: Breakfast at +nine, dinner at one, and a light supper at six. It had always +been the rule in the Sawyer family to exchange Christmas +gifts at the breakfast hour. Quincy was present, and +his father, mother, and sisters thanked him for the valuable +presents that bore his card. Father, mother, and sisters, +on their part, had not forgotten Quincy, and the reunited +family had the most enjoyable time that they had experienced +for a year.</p> + +<p>As Quincy rose to leave the table, he said to his mother, +"I have another gift for father and you, but it has not yet +arrived. I am going to see about it this morning."</p> + +<p>"You will be sure to come to dinner, Quincy," fell from +his mother's lips.</p> + +<p>"I promise you, mother," he replied. "I would not miss +it for anything."</p> + +<p>A little after noontime, the Chessman carriage arrived +at the Beacon Street mansion of the Hon. Nathaniel +Adams Sawyer, and a moment later Mrs. Ella Chessman +and the young author, Bruce Douglas, were ushered into +the spacious and elegant parlor. They were received by +Mr. and Mrs. Sawyer and their daughter Florence.</p> + +<p>Twenty minutes later a carriage arrived before the same +mansion. Its occupants were Sir Stuart Fernborough, his +granddaughter, and Mdme. Archimbault. A few minutes +later Mr. and Mrs. Leopold Ernst appeared, having walked +<a name="Page_496" id="Page_496"></a>the short distance from their rooms on Chestnut Street. +The new arrivals were presented to Mr. and Mrs. Sawyer +by Mrs. Chessman, and a pleasant ante-prandial conversation +was soon under way.</p> + +<p>From behind the curtains of a second-story window of +the mansion, a young miss had watched the arrival and departure +of the carriages. As the second one drove away +she exclaimed, "Oh! what a lark! Those last folks came in +Aunt Ella's carriage, too. I bet Quincy and auntie have +put up some sort of a game on pa and ma. I won't go +down stairs till Quincy comes, for I want to give my new +sister a hug and a squeeze and a kiss, and I sha'n't dare to +do it till Quincy has introduced her to pa and ma."</p> + +<p>At that moment the young man, faultlessly attired, came +down stairs from the third story, and Maude sprang out +from her doorway on the second floor and said in a whisper, +"How long have you been home, Quincy?"</p> + +<p>"I came in about half-past eleven," he replied.</p> + +<p>"Oh, you rogue," cried Maude. "I have been watching +out the window for an hour. I see it all now, you don't +mean to give pa and ma a chance to say boo until after +dinner. Let me go down first, Quincy."</p> + +<p>Maude went down stairs and was duly presented to the +assembled guests as the youngest scion of the house of +Sawyer.</p> + +<p>At exactly five minutes of one Quincy entered the parlor +through the rear door. Aunt Ella and Alice were seated +side by side between the two front windows. As Quincy +advanced he exchanged the compliments of the season with +the guests. Finally the Hon. Nathaniel and his son Quincy +stood facing Aunt Ella and Alice.</p> + +<p>"Quincy," said his father, in slow, measured tones, "it +gives me great pleasure to present you to the, celebrated +young author, Bruce Douglas."</p> + +<p>Quincy bent low, and Alice inclined her head in acknowledgment. +He reached forward, clasped her hand in his and +<a name="Page_497" id="Page_497"></a>took his place by her side. "Father, mother, and sisters," +he cried, and there was a proud tone in his clear, ringing +voice, "there is still another presentation to be made—that +Christmas gift of which I spoke this morning at breakfast. +You see I hold this lady by the hand, which proves that +we are friends and not strangers. To her friends in the +town of Eastborough, where she was born, the daughter of +an honest farmer, who made a frugal living and no more, +she was known by the name of Mary Alice Pettengill. To +the story and book-reading public of the United States, she +is known as Bruce Douglas, but to me she is known by the +sacred name of wife. I present to you as a Christmas gift, +a daughter and a sister."</p> + +<p>There was a moment of suspense, and all eyes were fixed +upon the parents so dramatically apprised of their son's +marriage. The Hon. Nathaniel cleared his throat, and advancing +slowly, took Alice's hand in his and said, "It gives +me great pleasure to welcome as a daughter one so highly +favored by nature with intellectual powers and such marked +endowments for a famous literary career. I am confident +that the reputation of our family will gain rather than lose +by such an alliance."</p> + +<p>"He thinks her books are going to sell," remarked Leopold +to his wife.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Nathaniel Adams Sawyer took Alice's hand in hers +and kissed her upon the cheek. "You will always be welcome, +my daughter, at our home. I know we shall learn +to love you in time."</p> + +<p>It was Florence's turn now. Like her mother, she took +her new sister's hand and gave her a society kiss on the +cheek. Then she spoke: "As mother said, I know I shall +learn to love you, sister, in time."</p> + +<p>A slight form dashed through the front parlor door, and +throwing her arms about Alice's neck, gave her a hearty +kiss upon the lips. "My sweet sister, Alice, I love you now, +and I always shall love you, and I think my brother Quincy +<a name="Page_498" id="Page_498"></a>is just the luckiest man in the world to get such a nice +wife."</p> + +<p>Then abashed at her own vehemance, she got behind +Aunt Ella, who said to herself, "Maude has got some +heart."</p> + +<p>Dinner was announced. The Hon. Nathaniel Adams +Sawyer offered his arm to Mrs. Quincy Adams Sawyer, +and they led the holiday procession. Sir Stuart Fernborough, +M.P., escorted Mrs. Sarah Quincy Sawyer; next +came Mr. Leopold Ernst and Miss Linda Fernborough +Chessman, followed by Mr. Quincy Adams Sawyer and +Mrs. Leopold Ernst; behind them walked, arm in arm, Mrs. +Ella Quincy Chessman and Mdme. Rose Archimbault; +while bringing up the rear came the Misses Florence Estelle +and Maude Gertrude Sawyer. Maude had politely +offered her arm to Florence, but the latter had firmly declined +to accept it. In this order they entered the gorgeous +dining-room and took their places at a table bearing +evidences of the greatest wealth, if not the greatest refinement, +to partake of their Christmas dinner.</p><p><a name="Page_499" id="Page_499"></a></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXXVIII" id="CHAPTER_XXXVIII"></a>CHAPTER XXXVIII.</h2> + +<h3>FERNBOROUGH.<br /></h3> + +<p>Five years passed away, years of not unmixed happiness +for any of those with whom this story has made +us acquainted. Quincy and Alice had undergone a severe +trial in the loss of two of the three little ones that had been +born to them; the remaining child was a fair little boy, +another Quincy, and upon him the bereaved parents lavished +all the wealth of their tenderness and affection.</p> + +<p>In his political life, however, Quincy had found only +smooth and pleasant sailing, and thanks to his bright and +energetic nature, and not a little, perhaps, to his father's +name and influence, he had risen rapidly from place to place +and honor to honor. One of his earliest political moves +had been the introduction of a bill into the House for the +separation of Mason's Corner and Eastborough into individual +communities.</p> + +<p>Soon after the incorporation of the former town under +its new name of Fernborough, Abbot Smith, at Quincy's +suggestion, had started the Fernborough Improvement +Association, and now after these few years, the result of its +labors was plainly and agreeably apparent. The ruins of +Uncle Ike's chicken coop had been removed, and grass +covered its former site. Shade trees had been planted along +all the principal streets, for the new town had streets instead +of roads. The three-mile road to Eastborough Centre +had been christened Mason Street, and the square before +Strout & Maxwell's store had been named Mason +Square. Mrs. Hawkins's boarding house had become a +hotel, and was known as the Hawkins House. The square +<a name="Page_500" id="Page_500"></a>before the church was called Howe's Square, in honor of +the aged minister. The old Montrose road was now dignified +by the appellation of Montrose Avenue. The upper +road to Eastborough Centre that led by the old Putnam +house was named Pettengill Street, although Ezekiel protested +that it was a "mighty poor name for a street, even +if it did answer all right for a man." The great square +facing Montrose Avenue, upon which the Town Hall and +the Chessman Free Public Library had been built, was +called Putnam Square. On three sides of it, wide streets +had been laid out, on which many pretty houses had been +erected. These three streets had been named Quincy +Street, Adams Street, and Sawyer Street.</p> + +<p>It was the morning of the fifteenth of June, a gala day in +the history of the town. The fifth anniversary of the laying +of the corner stone of the Town Hall and the library was +to be commemorated by a grand banquet given in the Town +Hall, and was to be graced by many distinguished guests, +among them the Hon. Quincy Adams Sawyer and wife, +and Mrs. Ella Chessman. After the banquet, which was to +take place in the evening, there was to be an open-air concert +given, followed by a grand display of fireworks. During +the feast, the citizens were to be admitted to the galleries, +so that they could see the guests and listen to the +speeches.</p> + +<p>About ten o'clock the visiting party started off to view +the sights of the town. Under the leadership of the town +officers they turned their steps first towards the new library. +On entering this handsome building, they observed +hung over the balcony, facing them, a large oil painting of +a beautiful dark-haired, dark-eyed woman, dressed in satin +and velvet and ermine, and having a coronet upon her +head. Underneath was a tablet bearing an inscription.</p> + +<p>"An admirable portrait," said Quincy to his wife. "Can +you read the tablet, dear? I fear I shall really have to see +Dr. Tillotson about my eyes."</p><p><a name="Page_501" id="Page_501"></a></p> + +<p>Alice smiled at the allusion, and directing her gaze upon +it, read without the slightest hesitation: "Linda Putnam, +once a resident of this town, now Countess of Sussex, and +donor of this library building, which is named in honor of +her father, Charles Chessman, only brother of Robert +Chessman."</p> + +<p>During the evening festivities the Town Hall was brilliantly +lighted, and every seat in the galleries and coigns of +vantage were occupied. The guests at the banquet numbered +fully sixty. A Boston caterer, with a corps of trained +waiters, had charge of the dinner. During its progress the +Cottonton Brass Band performed at intervals. They were +stationed in Putnam Square, and the music was not an +oppressive and disturbing element, as it often is at close +range on such occasions.</p> + +<p>When coffee was served, Toastmaster Obadiah Strout, +Esq., arose, and the eyes of banqueters and sightseers were +turned toward him.</p> + +<p>"This is a glorious day in the history of our town," the +toastmaster began, "The pleasant duty has fallen to me of +proposing the toasts to which we shall drink, and of introducing +our honored guests one by one. I know that words +of advice and encouragement will come from them. But +before I perform the duties that have been allotted to me, +it is my privilege to make a short address. Instead of doing +so, I shall tell you a little story, and it will be a different +kind of a story from what I have been in the habit of +telling."</p> + +<p>This remark caused an audible titter to arise from some +of the auditors in the galleries, and Abner Stiles, who was +sitting behind Mrs. Hawkins, leaned over and said to her, +"I guess he's goin' to tell a true story."</p> + +<p>The toastmaster continued: "More than six years ago a +young man from the city arrived in this town. It was +given out that he came down here for his health, but he +wasn't so sick but that he could begin to take an active part +<a name="Page_502" id="Page_502"></a>in town affairs as soon as he got here. They say confession +is good for the soul, and I'm goin' to confess that I didn't +take to this young man. I thought he was a city swell, +who had come down here to show off, and in company +with several friends, who looked at his visit down here +about the same as I did, we did all we could for a couple of +months to try and drive him out of town. Now I am +comin' to the point that I want to make. If we had let him +alone the chances are that he wouldn't have stayed here +more than a month any way. Now, s'posen he had gone +home at the end of the month; in that case he never would +have met the lady who sits by his side to-night, and who by +her marriage has added new lustre to her native town. If +he had not remained, she never would have written those +stories which are known the world over, and I tell you, fellow-citizens, +that in writing Blennerhassett, An American +Countess, The Majesty of the Law, and The Street Boy, she +has done more to make this town famous than all the men +who were ever born in it."</p> + +<p>The speaker paused and drank a glass of water, while +cheers and applause came from all parts of the gallery. +Abner Stiles apparently forgot his surroundings, and, +thinking probably that it was a political rally, called out, +"Three cheers for Alice Pettengill"! which were given with +a will, much to his delight, and the surprise of the banqueters.</p> + +<p>The toastmaster resumed: "If he had gone away disgusted +with the town and its people, he never would have +found out who Linda Putnam really was, and she, consequently, +would never have been what she is to-day, a peeress +of England and the great benefactress of this town, a +lady who will always have our deepest affection and most +sincere gratitude."</p> + +<p>Again the orator paused, and the audience arose to its +feet. Applause, cheers, and the waving of handkerchiefs +attested that the speaker's words had voiced the popular +<a name="Page_503" id="Page_503"></a>feeling. Once more Abner Stiles's voice rose above the +din, and three cheers for "Lindy Putnam, Countess of Sussex," +were given with such a will that the band outside +caught the enthusiasm and played "God Save the Queen," +which most of the audience supposed was "America."</p> + +<p>"In conclusion," said the orator, "I have one more point +to make, and that is a purely personal one. Some writer +has said the end justifies the means, and another writer puts +it this way, 'Do evil that good may come.' In these two +sayin's lies all the justification for many sayin's and doin's +that can be found; and if I were a conceited man or one inclined +to praise my own actions, I should say that the good +fortune of many of our distinguished guests this evening, +and the handsome financial backin' that this town has received, +are due principally to my personal exertions."</p> + +<p>Here the speaker paused again and wiped his forehead, +which was bedewed with perspiration.</p> + +<p>"Good Lord!" said Mrs. Hawkins to Olive Green, who +sat next to her, "to hear that man talk anybuddy would +think that nobuddy else in the town ever did anything."</p> + +<p>"To conclude," said the speaker, "I don't wish, feller +citizens, to have you understand that I am defendin' my +actions. They were mean in spirit and mean in the way in +which they were done, but the one against whom they were +directed returned good for evil, and heaped coals of fire on +my head. At a time when events made me think he was +my greatest enemy, he became my greatest friend. It is to +his assistance, advice, and influence that I owe the present +honorable position that I hold in this town, and here to-night, +in his presence, and in the presence of you all, I +have made this confession to show that I am truly repentant +for the past. At the same time, I cannot help rejoicing in +the good fortune that those misdeeds were the means of securin' +for us all."</p> + +<p>As the speaker sat down, overcome with emotion, he was +greeted with applause, which was redoubled when Mr. Sawyer +<a name="Page_504" id="Page_504"></a>arose in his seat. But when Quincy leaned forward and +extended his hand to Strout, which the latter took, the excitement +rose to fever heat, and cheers for Quincy Adams +Sawyer and Obadiah Strout resounded throughout the hall +and fell upon the evening air. This time the band played +"The Star Spangled Banner."</p> + +<p>Again the toastmaster arose and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, +the first toast that I am going to propose to-night is +a double one, because, for obvious reasons, it must include +not only the State, but its chief representative, who is with +us here to-night. Ladies and gentlemen, let us drink to the +Old Bay State, and may each loyal heart say within itself, +'God save the Commonwealth of Massachusetts!'" The +guests touched their lips to their glasses. 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