"He"s beat me to ut!" muttered The Hopper, realizing that Muriel"s father was indeed on burglary bent, his obvious purpose being to purloin, extract, and remove from its secret hiding-place the coveted plum-blossom vase. Muriel, in her longing for a Christmas of peace and happiness, had not reckoned with her father"s pa.s.sionate desire to possess the porcelain treasure--a desire which could hardly fail to cause scandal, if it did not land him behind prison bars.
This had not been in the programme, and The Hopper weighed judicially his further duty in the matter. Often as he had been the chief actor in daring robberies, he had never before enjoyed the high privilege of watching a rival"s labors with complete detachment. Wilton must have known of the concealed cupboard whose panel fraudulently represented the works of Thomas Carlyle, the intent spectator reflected, just as Muriel had known, for though he used his lamp sparingly Wilton had found his way to it without difficulty.
The Hopper had no intention of permitting this monstrous larceny to be committed in contravention of his own rights in the premises, and he was considering the best method of wresting the vase from the hands of the insolent Wilton when events began to multiply with startling rapidity. The panel swung open and the thief"s lamp flashed upon shelves of pottery.
At that moment a shout rose from somewhere in the house, and the library lights were thrown on, revealing Wilton before the shelves and their precious contents. A short, stout gentleman with a gleaming bald pate, clad in pajamas, dashed across the room, and with a yell of rage flung himself upon the intruder with a violence that bore them both to the floor.
"Roger! Roger!" bawled the smaller man, as he struggled with his adversary, who wriggled from under and rolled over upon Talbot, whose arms were clasped tightly about his neck. This embrace seemed likely to continue for some time, so tenaciously had the little man gripped his neighbor. The fat legs of the infuriated householder pawed the air as he hugged Wilton, who was now trying to free his head and gain a position of greater dignity. Occasionally, as opportunity offered, the little man yelled vociferously, and from remote recesses of the house came answering cries demanding information as to the nature and whereabouts of the disturbance.
The contestants addressed themselves vigorously to a spirited rough-and-tumble fight. Talbot, who was the more easily observed by reason of his shining pate and the pink stripes of his pajamas, appeared to be revolving about the person of his neighbor. Wilton, though taller, lacked the rotund Talbot"s liveliness of attack.
An authoritative voice, which The Hopper attributed to Shaver"s father, anxiously demanding what was the matter, terminated The Hopper"s enjoyment of the struggle. Enough was the matter to satisfy The Hopper that a prolonged stay in the neighborhood might be highly detrimental to his future liberty. The combatants had rolled a considerable distance away from the shelves and were near a door leading into a room beyond. A young man in a bath-wrapper dashed upon the scene, and in his precipitate arrival upon the battle-field fell sprawling across the p.r.o.ne figures. The Hopper, suddenly inspired to deeds of prowess, crawled through the window, sprang past the three men, seized the blue-and-white vase which Wilton had separated from the rest of Talbot"s treasures, and then with one hop gained the window. As he turned for a last look, a pistol cracked and he landed upon the terrace amid a shower of gla.s.s from a shattered pane.
A woman of unmistakable Celtic origin screamed murder from a third-story window. The thought of murder was disagreeable to The Hopper. Shaver"s father had missed him by only the matter of a foot or two, and as he had no intention of offering himself again as a target he stood not upon the order of his going.
He effected a running pick-up of the Lang-Yao, and with this art treasure under one arm and the plum-blossom vase under the other, he sprinted for the highway, stumbling over shrubbery, b.u.mping into a stone bench that all but caused disaster, and finally reached the road on which he continued his flight toward New Haven, followed by cries in many keys and a fusillade of pistol shots.
Arriving presently at a hamlet, where he paused for breath in the rear of a country store, he found a basket and a quant.i.ty of paper in which he carefully packed his loot. Over the top he spread some faded lettuce leaves and discarded carnations which communicated something of a blithe holiday air to his enc.u.mbrance. Elsewhere he found a bicycle under a shed, and while cycling over a snowy road in the dark, hampered by a basket containing pottery representative of the highest genius of the Orient, was not without its difficulties and dangers, The Hopper made rapid progress.
Halfway through New Haven he approached two policemen and slowed down to allay suspicion.
"Merry Chris"mas!" he called as he pa.s.sed them and increased his weight upon the pedals.
The officers of the law, cheered as by a greeting from Santa Claus himself, responded with an equally hearty Merry Christmas.
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At three o"clock The Hopper reached Happy Hill Farm, knocked as before at the kitchen door, and was admitted by Humpy.
"Wot ye got now?" snarled the reformed yeggman.
"He"s gone and done ut ag"in!" wailed Mary, as she spied the basket.
"I sure done ut, all right," admitted The Hopper good-naturedly, as he set the basket on the table where a few hours earlier he had deposited Shaver.
"How"s the kid?"
Grudging a.s.surances that Shaver was asleep and hostile glances directed at the mysterious basket did not disturb his equanimity.
Humpy was thwarted in an attempt to pry into the contents of the basket by a tart reprimand from The Hopper, who with maddening deliberation drew forth the two glazes, found that they had come through the night"s vicissitudes unscathed, and held them at arm"s length, turning them about in leisurely fashion as though lost in admiration of their loveliness.
Then he lighted his pipe, seated himself in Mary"s rocker, and told his story.
It was no easy matter to communicate to his irritable and contumelious auditors the sense of Muriel"s charm, or the reasonableness of her request that he commit burglary merely to a.s.sist her in settling a family row.
Mary could not understand it; Humpy paced the room nervously, shaking his head and muttering. It was their judgment, stated with much frankness, that if he had been a fool in the first place to steal the child, his character was now blackened beyond any hope by his later crimes. Mary wept copiously; Humpy most annoyingly kept counting upon his fingers as he reckoned the "time" that was in store for all of them.
"I guess I got into ut an" I guess I"ll git out," remarked The Hopper serenely. He was disposed to treat them with high condescension, as incapable of appreciating the lofty philosophy of life by which he was sustained. Meanwhile, he gloated over the loot of the night.
"Them things is wurt" mints; they"s more valible than di"mon"s, them things is! Only eddicated folks knows about "em. They"s fer emp"rors and kings t" set up in their palaces, an" men goes nutty jes" hankerin" fer "em. The pigtails made "em thousand o" years back, an" th" secret died with "em. They ain"t never goin" to be no more jugs like them settin"
right there. An" them two ole sports give up their business jes" t" chase things like them. They"s some folks goes loony about chickens, an" hosses, an" fancy dogs, but this here kind o" collectin" "s only fer millionaires.
They"s more difficult t" pick than a lucky race-hoss. They"s barrels o"
that stuff in them houses, that looked jes" as good as them there, but nowheres as valible."
An informal lecture on Chinese ceramics before daylight on Christmas morning was not to the liking of the anxious and nerve-torn Mary and Humpy. They brought The Hopper down from his lofty heights to practical questions touching his plans, for the disposal of Shaver in the first instance, and the ceramics in the second. The Hopper was singularly unmoved by their forebodings.
"I guess th" lady got me to do ut!" he retorted finally. "Ef I do time fer ut I reckon"s how she"s in fer ut, too! An" I seen her pap breakin" into a house an" I guess I"d be a state"s witness fer that! I reckon they ain"t goin" t" put nothin" over on Hop! I guess they won"t peep much about kidnapin" with th" kid safe an" us pickin" "im up out o" th" road an"
shelterin" "im. Them folks is goin" to be awful nice to Hop fer all he done fer "em." And then, finding that they were impressed by his defense, thus elaborated, he magnanimously referred to the bill-book which had started him on his downward course.
"That were a mistake; I grant ye ut were a mistake o" jedgment. I"m goin"
to keep to th" white card. But ut"s kind o" funny about that poke--queerest thing that ever happened."
He drew out the book and eyed the name on the flap. Humpy tried to grab it, but The Hopper, frustrating the attempt, read his colleague a sharp lesson in good manners. He restored it to his pocket and glanced at the clock.
"We gotta do somethin" about Shaver"s stockin"s. Ut ain"t fair fer a kid to wake up an" think Santy missed "im. Ye got some candy, Mary; we kin put candy into "em; that"s reg"ler."
Humpy brought in Shaver"s stockings and they were stuffed with the candy and popcorn Mary had provided to adorn their Christmas feast. Humpy inventoried his belongings, but could think of nothing but a revolver that seemed a suitable gift for Shaver. This Mary scornfully rejected as improper for one so young. Whereupon Humpy produced a Mexican silver dollar, a treasured pocket-piece preserved through many tribulations, and dropped it reverently into one of the stockings. Two bra.s.s b.u.t.tons of unknown history, a mouth-organ Mary had bought for a neighbor boy who a.s.sisted at times in the poultry yard, and a silver spectacle case of uncertain antecedents were added.
"We ought t" "a" colored eggs fer "im!" said The Hopper with sudden inspiration, after the stockings had been restored to Shaver"s bed. "Some yaller an" pink eggs would "a" been the right ticket."
Mary scoffed at the idea. Eggs wasn"t proper fer Christmas; eggs was fer Easter. Humpy added the weight of his personal experience of Christian holidays to this statement. While a trusty in the Missouri penitentiary with the chicken yard in his keeping, he remembered distinctly that eggs were in demand for purposes of decoration by the warden"s children sometime in the spring; mebbe it was Easter, mebbe it was Decoration Day; Humpy was not sure of anything except that it wasn"t Christmas.
The Hopper was meek under correction. It having been settled that colored eggs would not be appropriate for Christmas he yielded to their demand that he show some enthusiasm for disposing of his ill-gotten treasures before the police arrived to take the matter out of his hands.
"I guess that Muriel"ll be glad to see me," he remarked. "I guess me and her understands each other. They"s things wot is an" things wot ain"t; an"
I guess Hop ain"t goin" to spend no Chris"mas in jail. It"s the white card an" poultry an" eggs fer us; an" we"re goin" t" put in a couple more incubators right away. I"m thinkin" some o" rentin" that acre across th"
brook back yonder an" raisin" turkeys. They"s mints in turks, ef ye kin keep "em from gettin" their feet wet an" dyin" o" pneumonia, which wipes out thousands o" them birds. I reckon ye might make some coffee, Mary."
The Christmas dawn found them at the table, where they were renewing a pledge to play "the white card" when a cry from Shaver brought them to their feet.
Shaver was highly pleased with his Christmas stockings, but his pleasure was nothing to that of The Hopper, Mary, and Humpy, as they stood about the bed and watched him. Mary and Humpy were so relieved by The Hopper"s promises to lead a better life that they were now disposed to treat their guest with the most distinguished consideration. Humpy, absenting himself to perform his morning tasks in the poultry-houses, returned bringing a basket containing six newly hatched chicks. These cheeped and ran over Shaver"s fat legs and performed exactly as though they knew they were a part of his Christmas entertainment. Humpy, proud of having thought of the chicks, demanded the privilege of serving Shaver"s breakfast. Shaver ate his porridge without a murmur, so happy was he over his new playthings.
Mary bathed and dressed him with care. As the candy had stuck to the stockings in spots, it was decided after a family conference that Shaver would have to wear them wrong side out as there was no time to be wasted in washing them. By eight o"clock The Hopper announced that it was time for Shaver to go home. Shaver expressed alarm at the thought of leaving his chicks; whereupon Humpy conferred two of them upon him in the best imitation of baby talk that he could muster.
"Me"s tate um to me"s gwanpas," said Shaver; "chickee for me"s two gwanpas,"--a remark which caused The Hopper to shake for a moment with mirth as he recalled his last view of Shaver"s "gwanpas" in a death grip upon the floor of "Gwanpa" Talbot"s house.
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