"Wall, Steve," he said, shifting his quid of tobacco in a leisurely manner from one side of his mouth to the other, "you"ve got a soft thing again. You"re a d.a.m.ned lucky fellow, Steve; dunno whether you know it or not."
"No, I don"t know it," replied Steve, curtly; "and what"s more, I don"t believe in luck."
"Don"t yer?" said Ben, reflectively. "Wall, I do; an" Lord knows "t ain"t because I"ve seen so much of it. Say, Steve," he added, "how"d ye come to take on such a lot o" women folks, this trip?"
"Lot o" women folks! what d" ye mean?" shouted Steve. "There"s no womenkind going except one,--Mr. Cravath"s wife; and I wish to thunder he"d left her behind."
"Oh, is that all?" said Ben, half innocently, half mischievously,--he was not quite sure of his ground; "be the rest on "em goin" to stay here? There"s three women in the party. Mr. Randall he"s got his wife, and there"s a widder along, too; mighty fine-lookin" she is; aren"t nothin" old about her, I can tell yer!"
A flash shot from Steve"s eyes. A half-smothered e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n came from his lips as he turned fiercely towards Ben.
"There they be, now, all a-comin" down the steps," continued Ben, chuckling. "I reckon ye got took in for onst; but it"s too late now."
"Yes," thought Steve, angrily, as he looked at the smiling party coming towards the landing,--three men and three women.
"It"s too late now. If it had been a half-hour sooner "twould have been early enough. But it"s the last time I"m caught in any such way. What a blamed fool I was not to ask who they were! Never thought of the Cravath set lumbering themselves up with women!" And a very unpromising sternness settled down on Steve"s expressive features as he stooped down to readjust some of the smaller packages in the boat.
Meantime the members of the approaching party were not wholly at ease in their minds. Mr. Cravath had confessed his suppression of the truth, and Mr. Randall"s evident misgiving as to the success of the experiment had proved contagious. "If he"s as queer as you say," murmured Mrs.
Cravath, "he can make it awfully disagreeable for us. I am almost afraid to go."
"Nonsense!" cried Helen Wingate, merrily. "I"ll take that out of him before night. Who ever heard of a man"s really disliking women! It is only some particular woman he"s disliked. He won"t dislike us! He sha"n"t dislike me! I"m going to take him by storm! Let me run ahead and jump in first." And she danced on in advance of the rest.
"Wait, Mrs. Wingate!" cried Mr. Cravath, hurrying after her. "Let me come with you."
But he was too late; she ran on, and as she reached the sh.o.r.e, sprang lightly on the plank, calling out: "Oh, there are all our things in already! Guide, guide, please give me your hand, quick! I want to be the first one in the boat."
Steve rose slowly,--turned. At the first glimpse of his face Helen Wingate uttered a shriek which rang in the air, and fell backwards on the sand insensible.
"Good G.o.d! she lost her footing!" exclaimed Mr. Cravath.
"She is killed!" cried the others, as they hurried breathlessly to the spot. But when they reached it, there knelt Dandy Steve on the ground by her side, his face whiter than hers, his eyes streaming with tears, his arms around her, calling, "Helen! Helen!"
At the sound of footsteps and voices he looked up, and, instantly seeking Mr. Cravath"s face, gasped: "She is my wife, Mr. Cravath!"
The dumbness of unutterable astonishment fell on the whole party at these words; but in another second, rallying from the shock; they knelt around the seemingly lifeless woman, trying to arouse her. Presently she opened her eyes, and, seeing Mrs. Randall"s face bending above her, said faintly: "It"s Stephen! I always knew I should find him somewhere." Then she sank away again into unconsciousness.
The party for the lakes must be postponed; that was evident. Neither would it go out under the guidance of Dandy Steve, nor would Mrs.
Wingate go with it; those two things were equally evident.
Which facts, revolving slowly in Old Ben"s brain, led him to seat himself on the sh.o.r.e and abide the course of events. When, about noon, Mr. Cravath appeared, coming to look after their hastily abandoned effects, Old Ben touched his hat civilly, and said: "Good-day, sir; I thought maybe I"d get this job o" guidin" now. Leastways, I"d stay by yer truck here till somebody come to look it up."
Old Ben was the guide of all others Mr. Cravath would have chosen, next to Dandy Steve.
"By Jove, Ben," he said, "this is luck! Can you go off with us at once?
Steve has got other business on hand. That lady is his wife, from whom he has been separated many years."
"So I heerd him say, sir, when he was a-pickin" her up," answered Ben, composedly, as if such things were a daily occurrence in the Adirondacks.
"Can you go with us at once?" continued Mr. Cravath.
"In an hour, sir," said Ben.
And in an hour they were off, a bewildered but on the whole a relieved and happier party than they had been in the morning. Helen Wingate"s long sorrow in the mysterious disappearance of her husband had enn.o.bled and purified her character, and greatly endeared her to her friends; but that which had seemed to them to be explainable only by the fact of his death or his unworthiness she knew was explainable by her own folly and pride.
The end of the story is best told in Old Ben"s words. He was never tired of telling it.
"I never heered exactly the hull partikelers," he said, "for they"d gone long before we got back, and the folks she was with wa"n"t the kind that talks much; but I could see they set a store by her. They"d always liked Steve, too, up here"s a guide. They niver know"d him while he was a-livin" with her, else they"d ha" know"d him here; but he hadn"t lived with her but a mighty little while"s near"s I could make out. Yer see, she was powerful rich, an" he hadn"t but little; "n" for all she was so much in love with him, she couldn"t help a-throwin" it up to him, sort o", an" he couldn"t stan" it. So he jest lit out; an" he"d never ha"
gone back to her,--never under the shining sun. He"d got jest that grit in him. She"d been a-huntin" everywhere, they said,--all over Europe, "n" Azhay, "n" Africa, till she"d given up huntin"; an" he was right close tu hum all the time. He was a first-rate feller, "n" we was all glad when his luck come ter him "t last. I wished I could ha" seen him to "ve asked him if he didn"t b"leeve in luck now! Me "n" him was talkin" about luck that very mornin" while she was a-steppin" down the landin" towards him"s fast "s ever she could go! My eyes! how that woman did come a runnin", an" a-callin", "Guide! guide!" I sha"n"t never forgit it. I asked some o" the fellers how she looked when they went off, an" they said her eyes was shinin" like stars; but there wasn"t any more of her face to be seen, for she was rolled up in a big red shawl, It gits hoppin" cold here in September. I"ve always thought"t was that same red shawl he had in his cabin; but I dunno"s "twas."
"Wall, I bet they had a fust-rate time on that weddin" journey o"
theirn," said one of Ben"s rougher cronies one day at the end of the narrative; ""t ain"t every feller gets the chance o" two honeymoons with the same woman."
Old Ben looked at him attentively. "Youngster," said he, ""t ain"t strange, I suppose, young"s you be, th"t ye should look at it that way; but ye"re off, crony. Ye don"t seem ter recolleck "bout all them years they"d lost out of their lives. I tell ye, it"s kind o" harrowin" ter me. Old"s I am, and hain"t never felt no call ter be married nuther, it"s kind o" harrowin" ter me yit ter think o" that woman"s yell she giv" when she seed Steve"s face. If thar warn"t jest a hull lifetime o"
misery in"t, "sides the joy o" findin" him, I ain"t no jedge. I haven"t never felt no call ter marry, "s I sed; but if I had I wouldn"t ha" been caught cuttin" up no sech didos"s that,--a-throwin" away years o" time they might ha" hed together "z well"s not! Ther" ain"t any too much o"
this life, anyhow; "t kinder looks ter you youngsters"s ef "t "d last forever. I know how "tis. I hain"t forgot nothin", old"s I am. But I tell you, when ye"re old"s I am, "n" look back on "t, ye"ll be s"prised ter see how short "tis, an" ye"ll reelize more what a fool a man is, or a woman too,--an" I do s"pose they"re the foolishest o" ther two,--ter waste a minnit out on "t on querrils, or any other kind o" foolin"."
The Prince"s Little Sweetheart.
She was very young. No man had ever made love to her before. She belonged to the people,--the common people. Her parents were poor, and could not buy any wedding trousseau for her. But that did not make any difference. A carriage was sent from the Court for her, and she was carried away "just as she was," in her stuff gown,--the gown the Prince first saw her in. He liked her best in that, he said; and, moreover, what odds did it make about clothes? Were there not rooms upon rooms in the palace, full of the most superb clothes for Princes" Sweethearts?
It was into one of these rooms that she was taken first. On all sides of it were high gla.s.s cases reaching up to the ceiling, and filled with gowns and mantles and laces and jewels; everything a woman could wear was there, and all of the very finest. What satins, what velvets, what feathers and flowers! Even down to shoes and stockings,--every shade and color of stockings of the daintiest silk. The Little Sweetheart gazed breathless at them all. But she did not have time to wonder, for in a moment more she was met by attendants, some young, some old, all dressed gayly. She did not dream at first that they were servants, till they began, all together, asking her what she would like to put on. Would she have a lace gown, or a satin? Would she like feathers or flowers? And one ran this way, and one that; and among them all, the Little Sweetheart was so fl.u.s.tered she did not know if she were really alive and on the earth, or had been transported to some fairy land. And before she fairly realized what was being done, they had her clad in the most beautiful gown that was ever seen,--white satin with gold b.u.t.terflies on it, and a white lace mantle embroidered in gold b.u.t.terflies. All white and gold she was, from top to toe, all but one foot; and there was something very odd about that. She heard one of the women whispering to the other, behind her back: "It is too bad there isn"t any mate to this slipper! Well, she will have to wear this pink one. It is too big; but if we pin it up at the heel she can keep it on. The Prince really must get some more slippers."
And then they put on her left foot a pink satin slipper, which was so much too big it had to be pinned up in plaits at each side, and the pearl buckle on the top hid her foot quite out of sight. But the Little Sweetheart did not care. In fact, she had no time to think, for the Queen came sailing in and spoke to her, and crowds of ladies in dresses so bright and beautiful that they dazzled her eyes; and the Prince was there kissing her, and in a minute they were married, and went floating off in a dance, which was so swift it did not feel so much like dancing as it did like being carried through the air by a gentle wind.
Through room after room,--there seemed no end to the rooms, and each one more beautiful than the last,--from garden to garden,--some full of trees, some with beautiful lakes in them, some full of solid beds of flowers,--they went, sometimes dancing, sometimes walking, sometimes, it seemed to the Little Sweetheart, floating. Every hour there was some new beautiful thing to see, some new beautiful thing to do. And the Prince never left her for more than a few minutes; and when he came back he brought her gifts and kissed her. Gifts upon gifts he kept bringing, till the Little Sweetheart"s hands were so full she had to lay the things down on tables or window-sills, wherever she could find place for them,--which was not easy, for all the rooms were so full of beautiful things that it was difficult to move about without knocking something down.
The hours flew by like minutes. The sun came up high in the heavens, but n.o.body seemed tired; n.o.body stopped,--dance, dance, whirl, whirl, song and laughter and ceaseless motion. That was all that was to be seen or heard in this wonderful Court to which the Little Sweetheart had been brought.
Noon came, but nothing stopped. n.o.body left off dancing, and the musicians played faster than ever.
And so it was all the long afternoon and through the twilight; and as soon as it was really dark, all the rooms and the gardens and the lakes blazed out with millions of lamps, till it was lighter far than day; and the ladies" dresses, as they danced back and forth, shone and sparkled like b.u.t.terflies" wings.
At last the lamps began, one by one, to go out, and by degrees a soft sort of light, like moonlight, settled down on the whole place; and the fine-dressed servants that had robed the Little Sweetheart in her white satin gown took it off, and put her to bed in a gold bedstead, with golden silk sheets.
"Oh," thought the Little Sweetheart, "I shall never go to sleep in the world, and I"m sure I don"t want to! I shall just keep my eyes open all night, and see what happens next."
All the beautiful clothes she had taken off were laid on a sofa near the bed,--the white satin dress at top, and the big pink satin slipper, with its huge pearl buckle, on the floor in plain sight. "Where is the other?" thought the Little Sweetheart. "I do believe I lost it off.
That"s the way they come to have so many odd ones. But how queer! I lost off the tight one! But the big one was pinned to my foot," she said, speaking out loud before she thought; "that was what kept it on."
"You are talking in your sleep, my love," said the Prince, who was close by her side, kissing her.
"Indeed, I am not asleep at all! I haven"t shut my eyes," said the Little Sweetheart.