CHAPTER XII.
THE COTTAGE IN THE GROVE--THE DISGUISE--BACK TO HEALTH--IMPATIENCE--SEARCHING THE BOX--ANTOINETTE LA CLAIR"S STORY.
Very sad and dreary seemed the hours to Antoinette La Clair, as she watched by Little Wolf"s bed side. While her loving hand bathed the burning brow, and her soft musical voice soothed the wild ravings of the invalid, she thought much upon the strange loneliness of their situation. Day after day pa.s.sed by, and no living soul approached the cottage. She often wondered why it"s owner came not, and it was a mystery to her, why b.l.o.o.d.y Jim had not discovered their retreat.
From the first, she had taken the precaution whenever she appeared outside to disguise herself in the various articles of clothing, which she found strewn about the house, and, as she went to procure water from the spring, which was at some distance from the house, she would a.s.sume the air and gait of a logy country boy. Her sun-burnt straw hat with its crown piece flapping about in the wind; great coa.r.s.e boots slipping hither and thither on her little feet and her other generally loose fitting attire would, but for her absorbing anxiety, have excited rather more than a smile on her usually melancholly countenance.
It was well that the fact of having remained unmolested for nearly three weeks did not lesson her vigilance on one eventful occasion. It was about sun rise; as she was toiling up the eminence with a heavy bucket of water, which an occasional mis-step would send splashing over her great awkward boots, she saw a man approaching the spring. It was Ketchum; and, as she recognized him, her breath came quicker and she hurried onward and upward. She had nearly reached the top of the hill when she heard him calling out,
"h.e.l.lo there, boy!"
She turned round, sat down her bucket and stood in a listening att.i.tude.
"I say boy, who lives yonder?"
"I du," she replied in exact imitation of backwoodsman tw.a.n.g, and, taking a step or two downward, she stooped forward and appeared to be attentively eyeing her new acquaintance.
"Be you the man they"re looking fur?" she at length drawled out.
"Who"s looking fur?" said he with a start.
"Them men at our house."
"No, you fool of a boy."
The last she saw of Ketchum he was hurrying off with all his might.
Antoinette fairly ran into the house and closing and barring the door she fell upon her knees, and, from her full heart went up to Heaven a song of thankfulness. Blessings multiply when grat.i.tude reigns in the soul; so while Antoinette still knelt a change came over Little Wolf and consciousness returned.
"Where am I?" she faintly articulated, as her watchful and tender nurse arose and approached the bed.
"You are safe, thank G.o.d," said Antoinette bursting into tears.
Antoinette now felt new courage, and, when Little Wolf was able to bear it, she related to her that part of their flight of which the illness of the other prevented her having any recollection; but carefully avoided any allusion to her own personal history.
Little Wolf longed to penetrate the mystery that hung over her benefactress, and she would often say to herself, as she sat propped up with pillows watching Antoinette"s quiet movements about the house, "how I wish I knew more about her; what a romance!"
But as her strength increased, other desires shared her thoughts more largely.
"How are we to get out of this place?" she frequently exclaimed, and, as often, Antoinette would meekly reply, "The Lord will provide a way."
"Well why don"t the Lord provide a way to get us away from here?" she said one day rather impatiently as she sat by the window looking out into the sunshine, "I"m sure I"m well enough to travel now, and winter is coming on and, when once the snow falls, we shall freeze and starve shut up here."
"We shall hardly freeze with that big wood pile at the door, or starve with a cellar full of vegetables," said Antoinette pleasantly.
"O Antoinette, I"m sure your faith hangs on the cellar and woodpile; but, dear me, I"ve seen neither; I must peep into the cellar right away."
"Let me lift the door for you Miss DeWolf."
A light trap door led to the vegetable kingdom underneath. One glance at the potatoes, cabbages and onions, which were only a part of the products of the garden, piled up in this ten by twelve hole in the ground was enough, as Little Wolf declared, to strengthen the weakest faith.
"Now, if we only had wings, we might mount to that nice dried venison in the garret," she said, glancing upward through a square opening cut in the rough boards overhead. "I wonder how they managed to hang it so high; I do believe the place has been inhabited by a giant. Now where shall we hide when we see him coming? O, I"ll get into that huge chest, we little folks might both hide there. I wonder I hadn"t thought of it before. Why I"m just beginning to feel like myself; I see how it is, I"ve been petted and babied too long. Please help me lift this heavy lid. O, its locked--O here"s the key sticking just in this niche, O--what a sight!"
Here indeed our heroine had penetrated into the mysteries of a heterogeneous ma.s.s. Cooking utensils, carpenters" tools, crockery, salt, pepper, and various other condiments used in the culinary department were huddled together in one end, while the remainder of the s.p.a.ce was appropriated to books and clothing, and a bachelor"s work box, which, for all the order it boasted, might have belonged to the indulgent mother of ten children.
Antoinette watched her friend with an amused expression of countenance, as she flew from one article to another really delighted to find some amus.e.m.e.nt, however simple, to while away the tedious hours.
"O, John Hanford is our landlord"s name. Here it is on the fly leaf of this book, and here is a book purporting to be the property of Antoinette La Clare. Why Antoinette, I thought the honor of discovering the contents of this box belonged to me; but really I see you have been here before me."
"No, Miss DeWolf, I never saw the inside of the box before, I thought there was no key."
"Is it possible? Why what does it mean? Here is surely an old bible with your name written in it in full, "Antoinette La Clare," now here it is, you can see for yourself.
Antoinette eagerly took the book, and, having examined the name, proceeded to look it carefully through. It was a pocket bible of the English version in old fashioned binding, and bore marks of long and frequent use.
Little Wolf watched Antoinette"s varying countenance as she turned over the leaves. A ray of pleasure, at first, lighted up her sad, wistful face, but slowly faded leaving her apparently more wan and sad than ever, as she returned the volume in silence.
A vague suspicion of evil crept into Little Wolf"s mind. How came Antoinette"s name in the book and why was she so silent, and why had she appeared so satisfied to remain where they were, if she knew no more about their present abode than she had professed, were a few of the many questions, which awakened distrust, suggested to her busy brain.
The chest had lost its interest and down came the cover with a bang, sadly startling poor Antoinette, who had walked to the window to hide her fast falling tears.
Little Wolf saw the tears and Antoinette felt that she had seen them, and the way was made easy for her to say, "O, Miss DeWolf, I"m a child of sorrow. I am sometimes almost overwhelmed with sorrow. Come, let us sit down together, and I will try to tell you why it is. It seems but a few days since I gaily roamed about my childhood"s home, hand in hand with brother Jim, or b.l.o.o.d.y Jim, as he is called."
"b.l.o.o.d.y Jim your brother! It cannot be so!" interrupted Little Wolf in amazement, "I thought he was a half breed."
"So he is a half breed; and he is also my half brother; my father was of French descent and, when a young man, he went to the Red River country and engaged in trapping, and trading with the Indians. For several years he made his home princ.i.p.ally among the Chippewas, and, like many others of his cla.s.s, married an Indian women; brother Jim was the fruit of this marriage. His mother was accidentally drowned when he was quite an infant; soon afterwards my father returned to Canada, leaving his little son in charge of his Indian grandmother.
While there he became acquainted with my mother, whom he made his wife with the understanding that she should accompany him to his wild home and be a mother to his motherless child. Perhaps it may be a mystery to you, Miss DeWolf, that a young and cultivated woman could have been so readily induced to expose herself to the hardships and dangers of frontier life."
"O, no!" broke in Little Wolf, enthusiastically, "not if she did it for love."
"What do you know about love, Miss DeWolf?"
A conscious blush overspread the pale young face, for Antoinette accompanied the question with a wistful enquiring look, that seemed to reach to her very heart.
"O nothing, my very good, penetrating friend; please go on with your story. Was your mother happy?" she asked with a kind of nervous haste, as if to compel an immediate compliance with her request.
"I can not say," said Antoinette very obligingly relieving the embarra.s.sment she had occasioned, "I should think she must have been happy, though, for I believe her short life was a very useful one. She died at my birth having been a wife but one year. During that time, she had by many acts of kindness greatly endeared herself to the savages, and the young Indian woman, who had a.s.sisted her in nursing brother Jim, for the love she bore my mother, reared her little daughter with unusually tender care. My father survived her loss but a few weeks, and then brother Jim and myself were thrown entirely upon the care of our kind nurse. My mother had taught her to read and she in turn imparted such instruction to us as she had received, or rather I should say her pains were mostly bestowed upon me, for I was her pet.
Brother Jim grew up like the savages around him, only, if possible, more vindictive and revengeful in his nature. I was the only being for whom he seemed to entertain the least affection, and he certainly lavished upon me wonderful tenderness and love. In his early youth he gathered for me the rarest flowers, and, as he grew older, he brought me game and the choicest fruits, and seemed never so happy as when promoting my comfort. For my amus.e.m.e.nt he brought me a violin from the distant settlement of Pembinaw, and at length, gratified my curiosity by taking me with him in one of his frequent visits thither. While there my fair skin attracted the attention of a missionary"s family, and as brother Jim was rather proud of my parentage, they readily elicited a correct account of my birth from him, and by appealing to his pride, at length wrung from him a reluctant consent to place me for a time under their tutorage, where, beside making rapid progress, I cultivated my naturally correct taste for music. Under their hospitable roof, amid the refinements and courtisies of civilized life I spent many happy months."
"At length the last painful illness of my faithful nurse, who had never ceased to mourn my absence, recalled me to her. After her death I was exceedingly sad and lonely, and, to add to my sorrows, brother Jim had acquired a love for strong drink, and frequently came to our lodge in a state of intoxication. I grieved over his infatuation and reasoned with him in his sober hours, but all in vain; he grew worse and worse, and often treated me harshly, In despair I went to the trader who I knew supplied him with whiskey and entreated him with tears not to sell him any more. I received from him only insults."
"Of course, you might have known what to expect from one of that cla.s.s," said Little Wolf with flashing eyes, "I discovered long ago, that there was no mercy in the heart of the liquor dealer. They know it"s a mean business and any one who engages in it must first harden his heart enough to turn away from tears of blood."
"I don"t think _all_ who engage in the traffic realize the consequences accruing from it," Antoinette mildly replied. "I am sure no humane person would continue in it, if they once took into consideration the vast amount of misery occasioned by it. I am sure brother Jim was bad enough before he began to drink; but after that he became as unmanageable as a wild beast. Still, alone in the world, I clung to him with all the warm affection of my nature.