"Is it too late to-night to go, Fred?"
"Certainly it is," Fred answered.
Seeing Nellie"s face still retain its anxious and frightened expression, Fred broke out laughing himself, saying:
"You look as much frightened, Nell, as I imagine that man looked when I went for his watch."
Next morning Fred was longer than usual getting off from home, and all Nellie"s urging haste seemed to have the tendency to r.e.t.a.r.d instead of accelerating his motions. But at last, to her great relief, he was off. After getting a few rods from home, he drew forth the stolen watch, and found of course it had run down. Having no key to fit it, he approached a jewelry store, intending to have it wound up. He had failed to notice the very particular attention with which a policeman was regarding him. Just as he was about to enter the store, he was tapped on the shoulder. Turning, he beheld the officer, a total stranger to Fred, so he knew it was not a bit of use to explain the case to him. So to attract as little notice as possible, he walked quietly along with his not very agreeable companion until they reached the police head-quarters.
There he began his explanation. All were strange faces around him, on which he saw unmistakable signs of merriment when he said it was "a mistake." And to his immense surprise, after he had handed over the dreadful watch, and was turning to leave, he was made to understand he was a _prisoner_--the accusation, "Robbery and a.s.sault, with intent to kill!"
He sank on the bench for a moment, so overwhelmed with surprise and mortification that he could with difficulty collect his senses enough to know what to do. Just then a gentleman entered, and said to an officer near:
"I was surprised to hear you had caught the rascal so speedily. Where is the scoundrel? What does he say?"
"That it was all a _mistake!_" answered the officer, with a very significant smile. "There he is," pointing to Fred.
"Of course--the villain! And if I had been so unfortunate as not to have had a watch to hand over, he would have murdered and robbed me of what I might have of any value. The murderous rascal!--Ah! how are you, Loring? You here!" advancing and shaking Fred"s hand cordially, and continuing, "Show me that cut-throat! Which is he?"
The expression on Fred"s countenance may possibly be imagined, but I cannot describe it. And when, in answer to the call, "Prisoner, stand up," he arose, his friend"s--the plaintiff"s--surprise was stupendous for a moment; and then breaking into a hearty chuckle, he exclaimed:
"Of course _now_ I know it was a mistake."
The dignity of the place was forgotten by all then, and never was such a shout of laughter heard before within those walls. But Fred could not join in it, to save him. He had too lately stood in the place of an individual bearing quite too many opprobrious epithets, to feel very light-hearted.
He returned home to relieve Nellie"s mind, telling her it was all settled--she need have now no more anxiety about it. But he never told her how it was settled. One thing, however, she noticed--he was not so fond of his revolver"s companionship as he used to be. And once she heard him say:
"If the law was more strenuous with regard to the carrying of concealed weapons, there would be fewer criminal indictments."
THE GHOST
Peeping through the leaves of the vine-covered bower, and watching eagerly the path through the woods, was a beautiful little maiden. An anxious look was in her deep blue eyes, as pressing her hands over her heart, as if to stop its heavy beating, she said:
"Oh, why does he not come? How long a time! If he had good news, I know he would come quicker. Oh, I have not a mite of hope!"
The pretty lips quivered then, and she stepped back, and sank on the mossy seat.
A moment after a sound, slight as the dropping of leaves, caught her ear. She sprang up, and for an instant a bright light shone in her eyes, but quickly died away, as the slow, heavy step came nearer, bringing to sight a tall, n.o.ble-looking young man, whose face, if less stern, would have been very handsome.
Without speaking, he clasped her outstretched hand and drew her within his arms, shaking his head sadly.
"I felt it was so, or you would have come sooner," the maiden said, resting her head against his shoulder.
"I had little, if any, hope, Susie. I went this last time because you bade me to."
"What did father say, Frank?"
"Over and over the same old story of having, since your babyhood, intended you to be the wife of his friend"s son. Oh, if I were wealthier, it would be all right, I know," Frank said, his dark eyes flashing.
"Don"t talk so, dear, please. I do not like to hear you impute a wrong motive to my father. I will never, never listen for one moment to any words of love from George Forrester, or any other man but you, Frank.
So you may be sure, if papa will not let me marry you, I will never marry at all," Susie said, her eyes full of tears, looking up to his.
"Susie, I have made three appeals to your father during the year past; each time finding him, if possible, more determined to oppose our happiness. I will _never_ humiliate myself again, and he will _never_ yield. Now what will you do?"
"Wait, hope and pray. I can do nothing more," Susie answered, in a tearful voice.
"Yes, Susie, darling, you can, and secure our immediate happiness. You can come with me, be my own true wife, love."
"No--no--_no_. I _can_not. I should not secure our happiness. I should be miserable, and make you so."
"_Then_ I have nothing more to hope for. He will not give you to me, and you will not come. Oh, Susie, how can you send me off? You know you are all the world to me! If I lose you, I lose everything. I am alone in the world. There are many loved ones to comfort your father, until he comes to his better nature and calls you back to his heart.
Susie, am I to leave you forever?"
The beautiful dark eyes were looking into his, filled with so much love. How could she resist?
"No--no. I shall die, if you leave me--never to come again! Oh, what _am_ I to do? I love you better than my own life, Frank, indeed I do!
But, father--oh, how can I desert him? He loves me more than the other children. I am the oldest, his first child, and so like what mother was. That is _why_ he loves me so. And now _she_ has gone, I _should_ stay--"
"And break your heart and mine, too, Susie?"
"If I thought, Frank, you would not mind it very long--"
"You would give me up! And, in time, get into your father"s way of thinking, and end by marrying the man he wants you to," Frank said, withdrawing his arm and turning away with a great sigh.
"Oh, Frank, how _can_ you talk to me so?"
"Well, Susie, it is useless prolonging our sorrow. I had better say good-by, and go forever."
"No, no, Frank, dear love. Oh! what am I to do?"
"Be happy, my own, and make me so. Be my wife before I return to W---.
Go with me. Susie, your mother loved me. I know, if here, she would plead for me."
"Yes, she loved you, and perhaps in her blessed home she will pity me, and win for me forgiveness, alike from heavenly as earthly father, if longer my heart cannot resist my love," Susie sobbed, dropping her golden head on her lover"s bosom and promising all he wished.
"The last night at home," she said. "On the morrow I must go forth, to return no more, the loving, dutiful child. Should he ever consent to have me come back, I can never be again what I once was to his heart.
I shall have broken the trust he held in me," Susie moaned.
Tenderly the brother and sister were ministered to, her hand resting on each little head, as their lisping voices followed hers in the evening prayer. Willie and Emma arose, their demure faces lifted to receive the good-night kiss. But Rosie, the two-and-a-half-year baby, the dying mother"s sacred charge, wound her tiny arms about the elder sister, and with baby-like perversity hung on, lisping:
"Now Susu pay, too. _Pease_, Susu. Do!"
The baby plead; and Susie, raising her eyes to Rosie"s, felt mother, not far away, but near, _very_ near, and pleading through her child.
The sunny head was dropped again, and Susie prayed--even as Rosie had begged her. Prayed for guidance to the better way.