"Not much danger, I think: they are not apt to be abroad so early. And we are nearing Ion."
"I presume Edward has reached home before us," remarked Elsie, "I wonder how my little ones enjoyed their first visit to Roselands without their mother."
She soon learned; for she had scarcely set foot in the veranda ere they were clinging about her and pouring out the story of their terrible fright.
She pitied, soothed and comforted them, trying to dispel their fears and lead them to forgive those who had so ill-used them, though it cost no small effort to do so herself.
Chapter Tenth.
"Forgive, and ye shall be forgiven."
--Luke vi, 87.
Calhoun Conly was much perturbed by the occurrences of the evening. He was fond of his cousin Elsie and her children, and very sorry, for both her sake and theirs, that they had suffered this fright; he greatly respected and liked Mr. Travilla too, and would fain have stood well in his esteem; he had hoped that he did; and also with his Uncle Horace,--he had been so kindly treated, especially of late, at both Ion and the Oaks; but now this unfortunate episode had placed him in a false position, and he could hardly expect to be again trusted or believed in.
Such were his cogitations as he sat alone in the veranda, after the Ion carriage had driven away. "What shall I do?" he asked himself, "what shall I do to recover their good opinion?"
Just then Walter appeared before him, looking crestfallen and angry.
"I say, Cal, it"s bad enough for you to have thrashed me as you did, without bringing mother and Aunt Enna, and maybe grandfather too, down on me about those wretched masks and things; so give "em up and let d.i.c.k and me put "em back before they get home."
"Of course put them back as fast as you can; pity you hadn"t let them alone," said Calhoun, rising and with a quick step leading the way toward the nursery, "and," he added, "we must see what we can do to keep the young ones from blabbing; else putting them back will help your case very little."
"Oh we"ll never be able to do that!" exclaimed Walter, despairingly, "one or another of "em is sure to let it out directly. And there come the folks now," as the rolling of wheels was heard in the avenue. "It"s of no use; they"ll know all about it in five minutes."
"Yes, sir, you and d.i.c.k have got yourselves into a fine box, beside all the trouble you"ve made for other people," said Calhoun angrily. Then laying his hand on Walter"s arm as he perceived that he was meditating flight, "No, sir, stay and face the music like a man; don"t add cowardice to all the rest of it."
They heard the clatter of little feet running through the house and out upon the veranda, the carriage draw up before the door, then the voices of the children pouring out the story of their fright, and the punishment of its authors, and the answering tones of their grandfather and the ladies; Mr. Dinsmore"s expressing surprise and indignation, Enna"s full of pa.s.sion, and Mrs. Conly"s of cold displeasure.
"Let go o" me! they"re coming this way," cried Walter, trying to wrench himself free.
But the inexorable Calhoun only tightened his grasp and dragged him on to the nursery.
d.i.c.k was there trying to pick the lock of the closet door with his pocket knife.
"What are you about, sir? No more mischief to-day, if you please,"
exclaimed Calhoun, seizing him with the free hand, the other having enough to do to hold Walter.
"Give me that key then," cried d.i.c.k, vainly struggling to shake off his cousin"s strong grip.
The words were hardly on the boy"s tongue, when the door was thrown open, and Mr. Dinsmore and his daughters entered hastily, followed by the whole crowd of younger children.
"Give you the key indeed! I"d like to know how you got hold of mine, and how you dared to make use of it as you have, you young villain! There, take that, and that and that! Hold him fast, Cal, till I give him a little of what he deserves," cried Mrs. Johnson, rushing upon her son, in a towering pa.s.sion, and cuffing him right and left with all her strength.
"Let me alone!" he roared; ""taint fair; old Travilla"s half killed me already."
"I"m glad of it! You ought to be half killed, and you won"t get any sympathy from me, I can tell you."
"And you had a share in it too, Walter?" Mrs. Conly was saying in freezing tones. "If you think he deserves any more than you gave him, Cal, you have my full permission to repeat the dose."
"Where is the cause of all this unseemly disturbance?" demanded Mr.
Dinsmore severely. "Calhoun, if you have the key of that closet and those wretched disguises are there, produce them at once."
The young man obeyed, while Enna, holding d.i.c.k fast, turned a half frightened look upon her sister; to which the latter, standing with her arms folded and her back braced against the wall, replied with one of cold, haughty indifference.
Calhoun drew out the obnoxious articles and held them up to view, a flush of mortification upon his face.
The children screamed and ran.
"Be quiet! they can"t hurt you," said the grandfather, stamping his foot; then turning to Calhoun, "Ku Klux--your property and Arthur"s, I presume, you are members doubtless?" and he glanced from one to the other of his older grandsons in mingled anger and scorn; Arthur having just entered the room to ascertain the cause of the unusual commotion.
He flushed hotly at his grandsire"s words and look. "I, sir! I a Ku Klux?" he exclaimed in a hurt, indignant tone, "I a midnight a.s.sa.s.sin stealing upon my helpless victims under cover of darkness and a hideous disguise? No, sir. How could you think so ill of me? What have I done to deserve it?"
"Nothing, my boy; I take it all back," said the old gentleman, with a grim smile, "it is not like you--a quiet bookish lad, with nothing of the coward or the bully about you. But you, Calhoun?"
"I have no property in these, sir; and I should scorn to wear one, or to take part in the deeds you have spoken of."
"Right. I am no Republican, and was as strong for secession as any man in the South, but I am for open, fair fight with my own enemies or those of my country; no underhand dealings for me; no cowardly attacks in overwhelming numbers upon the weak and defenceless. But if these disguises are not yours, whose are they? and how came they here?"
"I must beg leave to decline answering that question, sir," replied Calhoun respectfully.
His mother and aunt exchanged glances.
"Ah!" exclaimed their father, turning to Enna, as with a sudden recollection, "I think I heard you claiming some property in these scarecrows speak out; are they yours?"
"No, sir; but I"m not ashamed to own that I helped to make them, and that if I were a man, I would wear one."
"You? you helped make them? and who, pray, helped you? Louise--"
"Yes, sir, Louise it was," replied Mrs. Conly drawing herself up to her full height, "and she is no more ashamed to own it, than is her sister.
And if Calhoun was a dutiful son he would be more than willing to wear one."
"If you were a dutiful daughter, you would never have engaged in such business in my house without my knowledge and consent," retorted her father, "and I"ll have no more of it, let me tell you, Madams Conly and Johnson; no aiding or abetting of these midnight raiders."
Then turning to a servant he ordered her to "take the hideous things into the yard and make a bonfire of them."
"No, no!" cried Enna. "Papa, do you understand that you are ordering the destruction of other men"s property?"
"It makes no difference," he answered coolly, "they are forfeit by having been brought surrept.i.tiously into my house. Carry them out, f.a.n.n.y, do you hear? carry them out and burn them."
"And pray, sir, what am I to say to the owners when they claim their property?" asked Enna with flashing eyes.
"Refer them to me," replied her father leaving the room to see that his orders were duly executed.
Calhoun and Arthur had already slipped away. d.i.c.k was about to follow, but his mother again seized him by the arm, this time shaking him violently; she must have some one on whom to vent the rage that was consuming her.