Mr. Worthington did not deem it dignified or necessary to state that the railroad to which he referred was the Truro Railroad; and that he, as the largest stockholder, might indirectly share that prosperity with Brampton. That would be wandering too far, from his subject, which, it will be recalled, was civic duties. He took a gla.s.s of water, and went on to declare that he feared--sadly feared--that the ballot was not held as sacred as it had once been. He asked the people of Brampton, and of the state, to stop and consider who in these days made the laws and granted the franchises. Whereupon he shook his head very slowly and sadly, as much as to imply that, if the Truro Bill did not pa.s.s, the corruption of the ballot was to blame. No, Mr. Worthington could think of no better subject on this Birthday of Independence than a recapitulation of the creed of our forefathers, from which we had so far wandered.
In short, the first citizen, as became him, had delivered the first reform speech ever heard in Brampton, and the sensation which it created was quite commensurate to the occasion. The presence in the audience of Jethro Ba.s.s, at whom many believed the remarks to have been aimed, added no little poignancy to that sensation, although Jethro gave no outward signs of the terror and remorse by which he must have been struck while listening to Mr. Worthington"s ruminations of the corruption of the ballot. Apparently unconscious of the eyes upon him, he walked out of the meeting-house with Cynthia by his side, and they stood waiting for Wetherell and Ephraim under the maple tree there.
The be-ribboned members of the Independence Day committee were now on the steps, and behind them came Isaac Worthington and Mr. Merrill. The people, scenting a dramatic situation, lingered. Would the mill owner speak to the boss? The mill owner, with a glance at the boss, did nothing of the kind, but immediately began to talk rapidly to Mr.
Merrill. That gentleman, however, would not be talked to, but came running over to Jethro and seized his hand, leaving Mr. Worthington to walk on by himself.
"Jethro," cried the little railroad president, "upon my word. Well, well. And Miss Jethro," he took off his hat to Cynthia, "well, well.
Didn"t know you had a girl, Jethro."
"W-wish she was mine, Steve," said Jethro. "She"s a good deal to me as it is. Hain"t you, Cynthy?"
"Yes," said Cynthia.
"Well, well," said Mr. Merrill, staring at her, "you"ll have to look out for her some day--keep the boys away from her--eh? Upon my word! Well, Jethro," said he, with a twinkle in his eye, "are you goin" to reform?
I"ll bet you"ve got an annual over my road in your pocket right now."
"Enjoy the speech-makin", Steve?" inquired Mr. Ba.s.s, solemnly.
Mr. Merrill winked at Jethro, and laughed heartily.
"Keep the boys away from her, Jethro," he repeated, laying his hand on the shoulder of the lad who stood beside him. "It"s a good thing Bob"s going off to Harvard this fall. Seems to me I heard about some cutting up at Andover--eh, Bob?"
Bob grinned, showing a line of very white teeth.
Mr. Merrill took Jethro by the arm and led him off a little distance, having a message of some importance to give him, the purport of which will appear later. And Cynthia and Bob were left face to face. Of course Bob could have gone on, if he had wished it.
"Don"t remember me, do you?" he said.
"I do now," said Cynthia, looking at him rather timidly through her lashes. Her face was hot, and she had been, very uncomfortable during Mr. Merrill"s remarks. Furthermore, Bob had not taken his eyes off her.
"I remembered you right away," he said reproachfully; "I saw you in front of the house this morning, and you ran away."
"I didn"t runaway," replied Cynthia, indignantly.
"It looked like it, to me," said Bob.. "I suppose you were afraid I was going to give you anther whistle."
Cynthia bit her lip, and then she laughed. Then she looked around to see where Jethro was, and discovered that they were alone in front of the meeting-house. Ephraim and her father had pa.s.sed on while Mr. Merrill was talking.
"What"s the matter?" asked Bob.
"I"m afraid they"ve gone," said Cynthia. "I ought to be going after them. They"ll miss me."
"Oh, no, they won"t," said Bob, easily, "let"s sit down under the tree.
They"ll come back."
Whereupon he sat down under the maple. But Cynthia remained standing, ready to fly. She had an idea that it was wrong to stay--which made it all the more delightful.
"Sit down--Cynthia," said he.
She glanced down at him, startled. He was sitting, with his legs crossed, looking up at her intently.
"I like that name," he observed. "I like it better than any girl"s name I know. Do be good-natured and sit down." And he patted the ground close beside him.
Shy laughed again. The laugh had in it an exquisite note of shyness, which he liked.
"Why do you want me to sit down?" she asked suddenly.
"Because I want to talk to you."
"Can"t you talk to me standing up?"
"I suppose I could," said Bob, "but--I shouldn"t be able to say such nice things to you."
The corners of her mouth trembled a little.
"And whose loss would that be?" she asked.
Bob Worthington was surprised at this retort, and correspondingly delighted. He had not expected it in a country storekeeper"s daughter, and he stared at Cynthia so frankly that she blushed again, and turned away. He was a young man who, it may be surmised, had had some experience with the other s.e.x at Andover and elsewhere. He had not spent all of his life in Brampton.
"I"ve often thought of you since that day when you wouldn"t take the whistle," he declared. "What are you laughing at?"
"I"m laughing at you," said Cynthia, leaning against the tree, with her hands behind her.
"You"ve been laughing at me ever since you"ve stood there," he said, aggrieved that his declarations should not betaken more seriously.
"What have you thought about me?" she demanded. She was really beginning to enjoy this episode.
"Well--" he began, and hesitated--and broke down and laughed--Cynthia laughed with him.
"I can tell you what I didn"t think," said Bob.
"What?" asked Cynthia, falling into the trap.
"I didn"t think you"d be so--so good-looking," said he, quite boldly.
"And I didn"t think you"d be so rude," responded Cynthia. But though she blushed again, she was not exactly displeased.
"What are you going to do this afternoon?" he asked. "Let"s go for a walk."
"I"m going back to Coniston."
"Let"s go for a walk now," said he, springing to his feet. "Come on."
Cynthia looked at him and shook her head smilingly.
"Here"s Uncle Jethro--"
"Uncle Jethro!" exclaimed Bob, "is he your uncle?"