He"d bring home lots of skins of all sorts of animals for Miss Drew.
"Don"t you think you ought to be going home, William?" said Miss Drew coldly.
William hastened to rea.s.sure her.
[Ill.u.s.tration: WILLIAM HAD VARIOUS ITEMS OF INTEREST TO IMPART, AND HE IMPARTED THEM WITH THE AIR OF ONE a.s.sURED OF AN APPRECIATIVE HEARING.]
"Oh, no--not for ever so long yet," he said.
"Isn"t it your bed-time?"
"Oh, no--not yet--not for ever so long."
The male cousin was giving William his whole attention.
"What does Miss Drew teach you at school, William?" he said.
"Oh, jus" ornery things. Armadas an" things. An" "bout lending a hundred pounds. That"s a norful _soft_ thing. I unner_stand_ it," he added hastily, fearing further explanation, "but it"s _soft_. My father thinks it is, too, an" he oughter _know_. He"s bin abroad lots of times. He"s bin chased by a bull, my father has----"
The shades of night were falling fast when William reached Miss Drew"s house still discoursing volubly. He was drunk with success. He interpreted his idol"s silence as the silence of rapt admiration.
He was pa.s.sing through the gate with his two companions with the air of one a.s.sured of welcome, when Miss Drew shut the gate upon him firmly.
"You"d better go home now, William," she said.
William hesitated.
"I don"t mind comin" in a bit," he said. "I"m not tired."
But Miss Drew and the male cousin were already half-way up the walk.
William turned his steps homeward. He met Ethel near the gate.
"William, where _have_ you been? I"ve been looking for you everywhere.
It"s _hours_ past your bed-time."
"I was goin" a walk with Miss Drew."
"But you should have come home at your bed-time."
"I don"t think she wanted me to go," he said with dignity. "I think it wun"t of bin p"lite."
William found that a new and serious element had entered his life. It was not without its disadvantages. Many had been the little diversions by which William had been wont to while away the hours of instruction.
In spite of his devotion to Miss Drew, he missed the old days of care-free exuberance, but he kept his new seat in the front row, and clung to his _role_ of earnest student. He was beginning to find also, that a conscientious performance of home lessons limited his activities after school hours, but at present he hugged his chains. Miss Drew, from her seat on the platform, found William"s soulful concentrated gaze somewhat embarra.s.sing, and his questions even more so.
As he went out of school he heard her talking to another mistress.
"I"m very fond of syringa," she was saying. "I"d love to have some."
William decided to bring her syringa, handfuls of syringa, armfuls of syringa.
He went straight home to the gardener.
"No, I ain"t got no syringa. Please step off my rose-bed, Mister William. No, there ain"t any syringa in this "ere garding. I dunno for why. Please leave my "ose pipe alone, Mister William."
"Huh!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed William, scornfully turning away.
He went round the garden. The gardener had been quite right. There were guelder roses everywhere, but no syringa.
He climbed the fence and surveyed the next garden. There were guelder roses everywhere, but no syringa. It must have been some peculiarity in the soil.
William strolled down the road, scanning the gardens as he went. All had guelder roses. None had syringa.
Suddenly he stopped.
On a table in the window of a small house at the bottom of the road was a vase of syringa. He did not know who lived there. He entered the garden cautiously. No one was about.
He looked into the room. It was empty. The window was open at the bottom.
He scrambled in, removing several layers of white paint from the window-sill as he did so. He was determined to have that syringa. He took it dripping from the vase, and was preparing to depart, when the door opened and a fat woman appeared upon the threshold. The scream that she emitted at sight of William curdled the very blood in his veins. She dashed to the window, and William, in self-defence, dodged round the table and out of the door. The back door was open, and William blindly fled by it. The fat woman did not pursue. She was leaning out of the window, and her shrieks rent the air.
"Police! Help! Murder! Robbers!"
The quiet little street rang with the raucous sounds.
William felt cold shivers creeping up and down his spine. He was in a small back garden from which he could see no exit.
Meanwhile the shrieks were redoubled.
[Ill.u.s.tration: THE DOOR OPENED AND A FAT WOMAN APPEARED ON THE THRESHOLD.]
"Help! _Help!_ _Help!_"
Then came sounds of the front-door opening and men"s voices.
"h.e.l.lo! Who is it? What is it?"
William glared round wildly. There was a hen-house in the corner of the garden, and into this he dashed, tearing open the door and plunging through a ma.s.s of flying feathers and angry, disturbed hens.
William crouched in a corner of the dark hen-house determinedly clutching his bunch of syringa.
Distant voices were at first all he could hear. Then they came nearer, and he heard the fat lady"s voice loudly declaiming.
"He was quite a small man, but with such an evil face. I just had one glimpse of him as he dashed past me. I"m sure he"d have murdered me if I hadn"t cried for help. Oh, the coward! And a poor defenceless woman! He was standing by the silver table. I disturbed him at his work of crime.
I feel so upset. I shan"t sleep for nights. I shall see his evil, murderous face. And a poor unarmed woman!"
"Can you give us no details, madam?" said a man"s voice. "Could you recognise him again?"
"_Anywhere!_" she said firmly. "Such a criminal face. You"ve no idea how upset I am. I might have been a lifeless corpse now, if I hadn"t had the courage to cry for help."