Protected from arrest by the pity of Berlin Carson, whose love for her was as dead as was the man she had acknowledged as her husband, Bessie left behind her the home which, for several hours, she had plunged in grief and anxiety. An examination of the infant which had been kidnaped showed that it had sustained no injury, and, filled with a spirit of thankfulness, Frank and Inza Merriwell resolved that the little foundling which had been subst.i.tuted for their baby son should be placed in a more worthy home than was afforded by the asylum from which it had been taken. In a few days such a home was found, and the infant which had inspired Frank and Inza with such feelings of consternation when they had discovered that it was not their own, was committed to the kindly care of a prosperous and honest young farmer and his wife, who were childless, and who lived only a few miles from the Merriwell home.
But it did not take long for the sympathetic eyes of Frank and Inza to see that the ardent love of Berlin Carson for the young woman, who had proved herself to be unworthy of him, though now extinguished, had left him moody and disinterested in the future.
And so one evening, Inza, laying a hand on one of the arms of her husband, said gently:
"We must do something for Berlin, Frank. It is wrong for a man to brood so over a misfortune as he is doing. Is it not possible for us to do more to enliven him and cause him to think less of his disappointment and the shock he has received?"
Frank shook his head thoughtfully.
"I scarcely see what more we can do, Inza," he replied. "Men are unlike women. The grief of a woman may yield to the sympathetic words and actions and cheerful influence of friends, but when a man has some great trouble--especially if he be a strong man--it is best that he should have an opportunity to make his fight against depressing influences alone. He must have time to think it out. All references to his sorrow are likely to irritate him, and evidence of the pity of others galls his pride. No, no, Inza, there is little that you and I can do, I fear. Let us do our best to surround him with a cheerful atmosphere, and----"
"That is precisely what I mean, Frank. Now, I have a plan. Several weeks ago I heard you say that one day you might find it possible to have around you here many of the members of what you are so often wont to call your "old flock"--your old school and college mates, and some of your old friends from the Southwest. Why do you not make an effort now to get them here?"
Frank gave a little start, and then smiled thoughtfully.
"I will think it over, Inza," he said.
Early the next morning Frank sent out a number of telegrams to his old friends. To these telegrams he received replies in the course of the next twenty-four hours.
And thus it came to pa.s.s that the pilgrimage to Merry Home began.
Several days later, in a parlor car of the eastbound express were four young people who had traveled far. They were Ephraim Gallup; his wife, Teresa; Barney Mulloy, and a charming and vivacious Spanish girl, Juanita Garcia, Teresa"s bosom friend. The men were old friends of Frank Merriwell.
All wore sensible traveling suits, and, in spite of the long journey, they appeared to be little fatigued. There was an expression of eagerness and impatience on the face of Gallup, and Mulloy seemed in a similar mood.
"By gum, we"re gittin" back into G.o.d"s country ag"in!" exclaimed the lanky Vermonter. "Arter bein" buried down there in Mexico so long it seems jest like heaven."
"Do they be afther callin" this a fast expriss?" burst from Mulloy.
"Faith, but it crawls loike a shnail, so it does. Will we iver reach Bloomfield? It"s itchin" Oi am to put me hands on Frankie Merriwell."
"Eet ees so glad I shall also be to see Senor Merriwell," laughed Teresa.
"Hey?" cried Gallup, giving her a look of mock reproof. "Naow yeou be keerful, young woman! I ain"t fergut that you was kinder smashed on him once."
At this his wife laughingly protested her innocence.
"Nevvier, nevvier after I knew you loved me, Ephraim," she declared.
"One time I theenk you do not care. Then I geet so very angry. Then I make eyes at ze handsome Senor Merriwell. I do eet to see how you like that. Eet make you geet to your job on. Eet make you set your tongue loose and say the word I want you to say. Senor Merriwell he not care one snap for me. I know eet. Do you theenk Teresa ees the foolish girl?"
"Not a hanged bit of it!" chuckled Gallup. "She was the slickest little article I ever run up ag"inst. I guess yeou"re right, Teresa. I guess yeou kinder waked me up when you flung them goo-goo eyes at Frank. Fust time in my life I ever felt that way, but, by ginger! I wanted to swat him on the jaw. Great Hubbard squashes, wasn"t I in love then!"
His wife frowned.
"Een love then?" she exclaimed. "You not be so much so now, ah?"
"Thunder! I"m ten times wuss now than I was then, and you know it, Teresa. Didn"t I coax and beg and hang on like a dog to a bone to git you to come East with me to visit Frank?"
"It was the baby," breathed Teresa. "The question was to breeng the baby or to leave eet with eets grand-fathaire. I know he take the most splendeed care of eet. He have the nursees watch all the time, and he watch heemself. He know how to care for the baby most beautiful."
"That"s right," nodded Gallup, "the old don is a rappin" good baby nuss.
It"s the funniest thing in the world to see him doddling round with a baby in his arms. And to think that he used to be a red-hot revolutionist, and called the Firebrand of Sonora! As a fighter, he was a rip-tearer. As a baby nuss he"s the greatest expert that ever wore men"s trousers."
"Begob, the don is all roight, all roight," agreed Barney. "The only gint who iver downed him was Frankie Merriwell. Instid av layin" it up against Frankie, and lookin" for revinge, the way people ginerally suppose Mexicans and Spaniards do, the don shook hands, and became wan av Frankie"s bist friends."
Ephraim leaned forward to pat his wife"s cheek.
"Your old dad is a jim-hickey, Terese," he said.
Juanita had been smiling, and now she laughed outright in a rippling, musical manner.
"What ees eet you laugh at, Juanita?" demanded Teresa.
"Oh, eet ees the way the Yankee man he keep on making love," answered the girl. "One time I theenk I despise every gringo. One time I theenk maybe perhaps if I find one who have the great likeeng for me--eef he be handsome, eef he be good--I theenk maybe--perhaps----"
"Oh! oh! oh!" cried Mrs. Gallup laughingly. "Eet ees the great change of the mind. Maybe you meet lots of good-lookeeng young man at Senor Merriwell"s. We make the marriage for you."
"Oh, no," protested Juanita. "That ees the way they do in Mexico. I like the way the American girl do. She make her own marriage. She catch the man she want. She not have to take the one her people say she must marry. No one for me ees to make the match."
"Hooroo for you!" cried Barney. "Thot"s the stuff! It"s a diclaration of indepindince! Oi wonder who"ll be at the reunion, Ephie?"
"I dunno," answered Gallup, shaking his head. "Merry"s telegram said there"d be a lot of the old flock there. I"ll be all-fired glad to see "em. Wonder how the fellers have prospered. I hope they"ve all done as well as we have, Barney."
"Av they have," nodded Mulloy, "the most av thim should be satisfied.
It"s a clane little pile av money we made in thot railroad business, Ephraim."
"You bate!" chuckled the Vermonter. "Take us together, Barney and we make a hull team, with a little dog under the wagon."
"As a business partner," said the Irishman, "Oi"ll take a down-east Yankee ivery toime. Begobs, Ephie, ye know how to do business all roight, all roight!"
"And as a railroad construction boss," grinned Gallup, "yeou"re right up to date, Barney. Yeou handled your end of the business slick as a whistle while I was lookin" arter my end. I wonder what they"re stoppin"
here for?"
The train was pulling up at a junction. On questioning the porter, they learned that there would be a stop of nearly twenty minutes while other cars were taken on from another route.
Gallup proposed that they should step out on the platform and get some air. Neither Teresa nor Juanita seemed anxious to do this, so Ephraim and Barney left them in the car.
The junction was a bustling little town, and there was a great deal going on in the vicinity of the station.
Mulloy and Gallup lighted cigars and promenaded the platform.
At the far end they observed a group of men and boys surrounding a person who stood on a small square box, making a speech. This person was bareheaded, and his hair was unusually long and disheveled. He was dressed in a loose suit of light-colored clothes, wore a negligee shirt, with a soft turndown collar, and had no vest. His back was toward Barney and Ephraim as they approached.
"Begorra! it"s natural he looks," muttered the Irishman.
"Gol-dinged if that ain"t right!" agreed Gallup. "Somehow his voice sounds kinder nateral, too."
They paused at the edge of the group to listen.
"Friends and brothers," cried the speaker, in a clear, sad voice, "I presume many of you heard me speak on your public square last evening.