XV THE BROKEN VASE
But drive as they might, Mr. Kimball and his a.s.sistants, they couldn"t beat that storm that was brewing. It came up rather slowly, to be sure, at first, but very persistently. Evidently the old stage-driver was right. It was "coming to stay."
"Ye see, ma"am, ef we hadn"t started when we did, like enough we couldn"t a got home to-night," he vouchsafed over his shoulder to Miss Salisbury, as they rattled on.
"Dear me!" she exclaimed at thought of her brood. Those young things were having the best of times. It was "wildly exciting," as Clem Forsythe said, to be packed in; those on the end seats huddling away from the rain as much as possible, under cover of the curtains b.u.t.toned down fast. And hilarity ran high. They sang songs; never quite finishing one, but running shrilly off to others, which were produced on several different keys maybe, according to the mood of the singers. And as every girl wanted to sing her favorite song, there were sometimes various compositions being produced in different quarters of the big stage, till no one particular melody could be said to have the right of way. And Miss Salisbury sat in the midst of the babel, and smiled as much as her anxiety would allow, at the merriment. And as it was in this stage, so the other stages were counterparts. And the gay tunes and merry laughter floated back all along the cavalcade, mingling harmoniously with the rainfall.
Suddenly an awful clap of thunder reverberated in the sky. The songs ended in squeals of dismay, and the laughter died away.
"Oh--oh--we"re going to have a thunder storm!" screamed more than one girl, huddling up closer to her next neighbor, to clutch her frantically.
"Oh, I"m so afraid of the thunder!" screamed Amy Garrett.
"You goose, it won"t hurt you." Lucy Bennett, whom Amy had crouched against, gave her a little push.
"It will. It will. My uncle was struck once," said Amy, rebounding from the push to grasp Lucy frantically around the neck.
"You nearly choked me to death," exclaimed Lucy, untwisting the nervous hands; "don"t get so scared. Your uncle never was struck by the thunder, and we haven"t had any lightning yet; so I wouldn"t yell till we do."
"Well, there it is now," cried Amy, covering her eyes. And there it was now, to be sure, in a blinding flash; to be followed by deeper rolls of thunder, drowning the screams of the frightened girls, and the plunging of the horses that didn"t like it much better.
Mr. Kimball peered out and squinted to the right and to the left through the blinding storm; then he turned his horses suddenly off from the road, into a narrow lane. "Oh, why do you?" began Miss Salisbury. But this remonstrance wouldn"t have done any good had the old stage-driver heard it. At the end of the lane, he knew in a few moments they would all arrive at a big old fashioned mansion where shelter could not be refused them under such circ.u.mstances. Although,--and Mr. Kimball shook within himself at his temerity,--under any other conditions visitors would not be expected nor welcomed. For Mr. John Clemcy and his sister, Miss Ophelia, had never exhibited, since they settled down in this quiet spot after leaving their English home many years ago, any apparent desire to make friends. They were quite sufficient for themselves; and what with driving about,--which they did in a big basket phaeton, or behind their solemn pair of black horses, and the still more solemn coachman, Isaac, also black,--and in the care of the large estate and the big brick mansion, they found ample occupation for their time and thoughts.
Up to this big red brick mansion now plunged Mr. Kimball with as much a.s.surance as if he were not quaking dreadfully. And the other stages following suit, the sudden and unusual uproar brought two faces to the windows, and then to the door.
"May we all git out and go into your barn?" roared Mr. Kimball, peering at them from beneath his dripping hat.
There was an awful pause. Mr. Kimball clutched his old leather reins desperately; and Miss Salisbury, to whom had come faint rumors of the chosen isolation of the brother and sister, felt her heart sink woefully.
Mr. John Clemcy stepped out,--slender, tall, with white hair and beard, both closely cropped. He had a pale, aristocratic face, and a pair of singularly stern eyes, which he now bent upon the old stage-driver.
"Brother," remonstrated his sister,--she looked as much like him as possible in face and figure,--"do not venture out in this driving storm."
"No," said Mr. Clemcy, "I cannot consent to your going into my stable.
I--"
""Taint Christian," blurted out the old stage-driver, "to leave human bein"s out in sech a pickle."
"No, I am aware of that," said Mr. John Clemcy, without a change of countenance; "and so I invite you all to come into my house." He threw wide the door. "My sister, Miss Clemcy."
Miss Ophelia stepped forward and received them as if she had specially prepared for their visit, and with such an air of distinction that it completely overwhelmed Miss Salisbury, so that her own manners, always considered quite perfect by parents and friends of her pupils, paled considerably in contrast. It was quite like entering an old baronial hall, as the courtly, aristocratic host ushered them in; and the girls, not easily overawed by any change of circ.u.mstance, who had tumbled out laughingly from the stages despite Miss Salisbury"s nervous endeavors to quiet them, were now instantly subdued.
"Isn"t it solemn!" whispered Alexia, hanging to Polly Pepper, her pale eyes roving over the armor, and old family portraits almost completely covering the walls of the wide hall.
"Hush," whispered Polly back again.
"But I can"t breathe; oh, look at that old horror in the ruff.
Polly--look!" she pinched the arm she grasped.
Meantime, although there were so many girls, the big red brick mansion seemed quite able to contain them hospitably, as Mr. and Miss Clemcy opened door after door into apartments that appeared to stretch out into greater s.p.a.ce beyond. When at last the company had been distributed, Miss Salisbury found her voice. "I am pained to think of all the trouble we are giving you, Miss Clemcy."
"Do not mention it." Miss Ophelia put up a slender arm, from which fell off a deep flounce of rare old lace. The hand that thus came into view was perfect; and Miss Salisbury, who could recognize qualities of distinction, fell deeply in love with the evidences before her.
"Do you suppose she dresses up like that every day, Silvia?" whispered Lucy Bennett, in an awe-struck voice.
Silvia, in matters of dress never being willing to show surprise, preserved her composure. "That"s nothing," she managed to say indifferently: "it can"t be real, such a lot of it, and around her neck too."
Down into the old colonial kitchen, with its corner fireplace, wide and roomy, and bricked to the ceiling, Mr. Clemcy led the way. It was a big room, and not used for its original purpose; being filled with cabinets, and shelves on which reposed some of the most beautiful specimens of china and various relics and curiosities and mementos of travel, Miss Salisbury thought she had ever seen. And she had been about the world a good bit; having utilized many of her vacations, and once or twice taking a year off from her school work, for that purpose. And being singularly receptive to information, she was the best of listeners, in an intelligent way, as Mr. Clemcy moved about from object to object explaining his collection. He seemed perfectly absorbed in it, and, as the girls began to notice, in his listener as well.
Lucy Bennett was frightfully romantic, and jumped to conclusions at once. "Oh, do you suppose he will marry her?" she cried under her breath to Silvia, as the two kept together.
"Who? What are you talking about?" demanded Silvia, who was very matter-of-fact.
"Why, that old man--Mr. Whatever his name is," whispered Lucy.
"Mr. Clemcy? do get names into your head, Lu," said Silvia crossly, who wanted to look at things and not be interrupted every minute.
"I can"t ever remember names, if I do hear them," said Lucy, "so what is the use of my bothering to hear them, Sil?"
"Well, do keep still," said Silvia, trying to twist away her arm, but Lucy clung to it.
"Well, I can"t keep still either, for I"m mortally afraid he is--that old man, whatever you call him--going to marry her."
"Who?" demanded Silvia sharply.
"Our Miss Salisbury, and--"
"Lu Bennett!" Silvia sat down in the first chair she could find. It was very fortunate that the other groups were so absorbed that n.o.body noticed them.
"Oh, you do say such perfectly silly things!" declared Silvia, smothering the peal of laughter that nearly escaped her.
"Well, it isn"t silly," cried Lucy in an angry whisper, "and it"s going to happen, I know, and she"ll give up our school to Miss Anstice, and come and live here. Oh my!" She looked ready to cry on the spot. "Look at them!"
Now, Silvia had called Lucy Bennett "silly" hundreds of times, but now as she looked at Mr. Clemcy and Miss Salisbury, she began to have an uneasy feeling at her heart. "I won"t go to school to Miss Anstice," she declared pa.s.sionately. Then she began to plan immediately. "I"ll get mother to let me go to boarding school."
"And I"ll go with you," exclaimed Lucy radiantly. All this was in stage whispers, such a buzz going on around them that no one else could possibly catch a word. And so in just about two minutes, they had their immediate future all planned.
"Well, you better get up out of that chair," said Lucy presently, and picking at Silvia"s sleeve.
"I guess I"m not hurting the chair," said Silvia, squinting sideways at the high, carved back. "They asked us in here,--at least _he_ did."
"Well, he didn"t ask us to sit down," said Lucy triumphantly.
"And if he"s going to marry her," said Silvia, in a convincing whisper, "I guess I can sit in all the chairs if I want to."