The girl raised her face, already ashamed of crying before other people, and instantly eager to do something for this visitor from "home"; and when she had repeated Mary"s invitation to Luigi the smiles came back to her own face at the smiles which lightened his.
Alas! It wasn"t very much of the good dinner was left, after the cat and her kittens had done with it, but such as remained was most welcome to the poor Italian. Accustomed to a dry loaf of bread washed down with water from the roadside, even the remnants of Mary Fogarty"s food seemed a feast to him; and he enjoyed it upon the door-step with Glory at his feet and Jocko coming in for whatever portion his master thought best to spare.
Afterward, comforted and rested, he would have repaid his hostess by another round of his melodies; but this, much to the disgust of seven small lads, Take-a-St.i.tch prevented.
Leading the organ-grinder from the threshold of the cottage to the tree beyond it, Glory made Luigi sit down again and answer every question she put to him; and though he did not always comprehend her words, he did her gestures, so that, soon, she had learned all he knew of the Lane since she had left it until the previous day when he had done so.
First, because to him it seemed of the greater importance, Luigi dwelt upon Toni"s disappointment, and divulged the great "secret" which had matured in the peanut-merchant"s brain, and was to have been made known to Goober Glory, had she not "runned the way." The secret was a scheme for the betterment of everybody concerned and of Antonio Salvatore in especial; and to the effect that the blind captain and Goober Glory should form a partnership. She was to be given charge of Antonio"s own big stand; while comfortable upon a high stool, beside it, the captain was to sit and sing. This would have attracted many customers, Toni thought, by its novelty; and, incidentally, the seaman might sell some of his own frames. As for the proprietor himself, he was to have taken and greatly enlarged the "outside business"; Luigi a.s.sisting him whenever the organ failed to pay.
"Money, little one! Oh, mucha money for all! But you stole the baby and runned away," ended this part of the stroller"s tale, as she interpreted it.
"I never! Never, never, never! She was sent! She belongs. Hear me!"
cried Glory, indignantly, and forthwith poured into Luigi"s puzzled ear all her own story. Then she demanded that he should answer over again her first question when she had met him; hoping a different reply.
"Has my grandpa come back?"
But Luigi only shook his head. Even through his dim understanding, there had filtered the knowledge that the fine old captain never would so come. He had been killed, crushed, put out of this sunny world by a cruel accident. So Antonio had told him; but so, in pity, for her he would not repeat. Rather he would make light of the matter, and did so, shrugging his shoulders in his foreign fashion and elevating his eyebrows indifferently; then conveyed to her in his broken English that the seaman must have "moved," because the landlord had come and sent all the furnishings of the "littlest house" to the grocer"s for safe keeping; and there she would find them when she wished.
As for Billy b.u.t.tons and Nick, his chum, they were as bad as ever; and Posy Jane had never a penny for his music, never; though Meg-Laundress would sometimes toss him one if he would play for a long, long time and so keep her children amused and out of mischief. She, too, had even gone so far as to bid him look out all along the road he should travel for Goober Glory herself; and if he found her and brought her back, why she would make him a fine present. Goober Glory had been the most inexpensive and faithful of nurses to Meg"s children and she could afford to do the handsome thing by any one who would restore her services.
"And here I find you, already," said Luigi, accepting the wonderful fact as if it were the simplest thing in the world, whereas, out of the many roads by which he might have journeyed from the city, this was the one least likely to attract his wandering footsteps. And this strange thing was, afterward, to confirm good Meg-Laundress in her faith in "Guardian Angels."
But when he proposed that they return at once to the Lane lest Meg"s promise should be forgotten and he defrauded of his present, Glory firmly objected:
"No, no, Luigi. I must find grandpa. I must find this baby"s folks. Then we will go back, you and me and all of us but her; "cause then I"ll have to give her up, I reckon--the darlin", preciousest thing!"
Luigi glanced at the sun, at the landscape, at the group of watchful Fogartys, and reflected that there was no money to be made there. The hand-organ belonged to Tonio, his brother, and the monkey likewise.
Tonio loved money better than anything; and Luigi, the organ, and the monkey had been sent forth to collect it, not to loiter by the way; and if he was not to return at once and secure Meg"s present, that would have been appropriated by Antonio, as a matter of course, he must be about his business. When he had slowly arrived at this decision, he rose, shouldered the hurdy-gurdy, signaled Jocko to his wrist, pulled his cap in respect to his hostess, and set off.
"Wait, wait, Luigi! just one little minute! I must bid them good-bye, "cause they"ve been so good to me, and I"m going with you! Just one little bit or minute!" cried Glory, clasping his arm, imploringly.
The organ-grinder would be glad of her company, of any company, in fact; so he waited unquestioningly, while Glory explained, insisted, and finally overcame the expostulations of Timothy and Mary.
"Yes, she must go. Not until she had looked forever and ever could she be shut up in a ""sylum" where she could look no further. When she found him, they would come back, he and she, and show them how right she was to keep on and how splendid he was. She thanked them--my, how she did thank them for their kindness, and, besides, there was Bonny Angel. If she"d dared to give up lookin" for grandpa, as he wouldn"t have give up lookin" for her, she must, she must, find the Angel"s folks. She couldn"t rest--nohow, never. Think o" all them broken hearts, who"d lost such a beau-tiful darlin" as her!"
Then she added, with many a loving look over the whole group, "But I mustn"t keep poor Luigi. He belongs to Toni, seems if, an" Toni Salvatore can make it lively for them "at don"t please him. So, good-bye, good-bye--everybody. Every single dear good body!"
Turning, with Bonny Angel once more in her own arms, walking backward to have the very last glimpse possible of these new friends, with eyes fast filling again, and stumbling over her long skirt that had lost its last hook, Glory Beck resumed her seemingly hopeless search.
However, she was not to depart just yet nor thus. To the surprise of all, Dennis himself now appeared in the doorway and held up his hand to detain her. Until then, he had showed but slight interest in her, and his strange staring at Bonny had been unnoticed by his wife. Now his face wore a puzzled expression and he pa.s.sed his hand across his eyes as if he wished to clear his sight. He gazed with intensity upon Glory"s "Guardian" once more, and at last remarked:
"Pease in a pod. "Tother had yellow curls. Awful trouble for them, plenty as kids are the country over. Pease in a pod. Might try it;" and turning sidewise he pointed toward the distant great house on the hill.
Then he retreated to his fireside again, and Mary was left to interpret.
She did so, saying:
"He"s sayin" the "family" "s in some sort o" trouble, though I hadn"t heard it. Though, "course, they"ve been home only a few days an"
whatever any the other hands what"s been down to see him sence has told him he hain"t told me. But I make out "t he thinks Looeegy"s playin" up there on the terrace might do noh arm an"ll likely cheer "em up a mite.
That"s what I make out Dennis means. You an" the organ-man"d best make your first stop along the road up to the big house. If they won"t pay anything to hear him play, likely they will to have him go away, bein"s they"re dreadful scared of tramps an" such. Good-bye. Come an" see us when you can!"
CHAPTER XIII
The Wonderful Ending
"Sure, and it"s not meself can tackle the road, the day. As well be "docked" for the end as the beginnin", an" I"m minded to keep that lot company a piece," remarked Timothy Dowd, to his sister"s husband"s cousin. "That monkey is most interestin", most interestin" an"
improvin"; an" "tisn"t often a lad from old Ireland has the chance to get acquaintance of the sort, leave alone that Glory girl, what"s took up quarters in me heart an" won"t be boosted thence, whatever. The poor little colleen! A-lookin" for one lost old man out of a world full!
Bless her innocent soul! Yes. I"ve a mind to company them a bit. What say, Mary, woman?"
"What need to say a word, sence when a man"s bent to do a thing he does it? But keep an open ear, Timothy, boy. I"m curious to know what sort o"
trouble "tis, Dennis hints at, as comin" to them old people yon. And he"d never say, considerin" as he does, that what goes on in the big house is no consarn o" the cottage, an" fearin" to remind "em even"t we"re alive, lest they pack us off an" fetch in folks with no childer to bless an" bother "em. Yes, go, Timothy; and wait; here"s one them handy catch-pins, that Glory might tighten her skirt a bit."
Timothy"s usually merry face had been sadly overclouded as he watched the departure of Glory and her companions, but it lightened instantly when Mary favored his suggestion to follow and learn their fortune. With his hat on the back of his head, his stick over his shoulder, and his unlighted pipe in his mouth--which still managed to whistle a gay tune despite this impediment--he sauntered along the road in the direction the others had taken, though at some distance behind them. But when they pa.s.sed boldly through the great iron gates and followed the driveway winding over the beautiful lawn, his bashfulness overcame him, and he sat down on the bank-wall to await their return, which must be, he fancied, by that same route; soliloquizing thus:
"Sure, Tim, me boy, if it"s tramps they object to, what for "s the use o" turnin" your honest self into such? Them on ahead has business to tend to; the business o" makin" sweet music where music there is none; an" may the pennies roll out thick an" plenteous an" may the Eyetalian have the good sense in him to share them same with my sweet colleen.
It"s thinkin" I am that all is spent on such as her is money well invested. So I"ll enjoy the soft side this well-cut top-stone, till so be me friends comes along all in a surprise to see me here."
His own whistling had ceased, and though he listened closely he could not hear Luigi"s organ or any sound whatever. The truth was that the way seemed endless from the entrance to the house upon the terrace; and that having reached it at last, both Luigi and Glory were dismayed by the magnitude of the mansion and confused by its apparently countless doorways. Before which they should take their stand, required time to decide; but un.o.bserved, they finally settled this point. Luigi rested his instrument upon its pole, loosed Jocko to his gambols, and tuned up.
The strains which most ears would have found harsh and discordant sounded pleasantly enough to the listening Timothy, who nodded his head complacently, wishing and thinking:
"Now he"s off! May he keep at it till he wheedles not only the pence but the dollars out the pockets o" them that hears! "Twill take dollars more"n one to keep Glory on her long road, safe and fed, and----Bless us! What"s that?"
What, indeed, but the wildest sort of uproar, in which angry voices, the barking of dogs, the screams of frightened women drowning the feeble tones of "Oft in the Stilly Night," sent Timothy to his feet and his feet to speeding, not over the graveled driveway, but straight across the shaven lawn, where pa.s.sage was forbidden. But no "Keep off the gra.s.s" signs deterred him, as he remembered now, too late, all that he had heard of the ferocity of the Broadacre dogs which its master kept for just such occasions as this.
"Bloodhounds! And they"ve loosed them! Oh, me darlin" colleen! Ill to me that I let ye go wanderin" thus with that miserable Eyetalian! But I"m comin"! Tim"s comin"!" he yelled, adding his own part to the wild chorus above.
He reached the broad paved s.p.a.ce before the great door none too soon, and though, ordinarily, he would have given the yelping hounds a very wide berth, he did not hesitate now. Huddled together in a group, with the frantic animals bounding and barking all around them, though as yet not touching them, stood the terrified Luigi and his friends; realizing what vagrancy means in this "land of the free," and how even to earn an honest living one should never dare to "trespa.s.s."
But even as Timothy forced his stalwart frame between the children and the dogs, the great door opened and a white-haired gentleman came hurrying out. Thrusting a silver whistle to his lips he blew upon it shrilly, and almost instantly the uproar ceased, and the three hounds sprang to his side, fawning upon him, eager for his commendation.
Instead of praise, however, they were given the word of command and crouched beside him, licking their jaws and expectant, seemingly, of a further order to pounce upon the intruders.
"Who loosed the dogs?" demanded the gentleman, in a clear-ringing, indignant tone.
Now that he seemed displeased by their too solicitous obedience, none of the gathering servants laid claim to it; and while all stood waiting, arrested in their att.i.tudes of fear or defense, a curious thing happened. Glory Beck threw off the protecting arms of Timothy Dowd and, with Bonny Angel clasped close in her own, swiftly advanced to the granite step where the white-haired gentleman stood. Her face that had paled in fear now flushed in excitement as with a voice unlike her own she cried:
"You, sir! You, sir! What have you done with my grandfather?"
The gentleman stared at her, thinking her fright had turned her brain; but saying kindly, as soon as he could command his voice:
"There, child. It"s all right. The dogs won"t touch you now."
"The dogs!" retorted the child, in infinite scorn. "What do I care for the dogs? It"s you I want. You, that "Snug-Harbor"-Bonnicastle-man who coaxed my grandpa Simon Beck away from his own home an" never let him come back any more!"
Then her anger subsiding into an intensity of longing, she threw herself at his feet, clasping his knees and imploring, piteously: