"Neither do I. And we need not read it, even if he did study twenty-two thousand books and Johnson"s Dictionary to help him write it."
"Why didn"t he study Webster?" asked Linnet.
"Can"t you think and tell me?"
"No."
"Can you not, Marjorie?"
"Because he was English, I suppose, and Johnson wrote the English Dictionary and Webster the American."
"An Irish lady told me the other day that Webster was no authority. I wish I could tell you all about Johnson; I love him, admire him, and pity him."
Marjorie laughed and squeezed Miss Prudence"s hand. "Don"t you wish you could tell us about every _body_ and every _thing_, Miss Prudence?"
"And then help you use the knowledge. I am glad of your question, Marjorie, "What did Mr. Buckle _do_ with his knowledge?" If I should learn a new thing this week and not use it next week I should feel guilty."
"I don"t know how to use knowledge," said Linnet.
"You are putting your knowledge of tatting to very good service."
"Miss Prudence, will you use your things on me?" inquired Marjorie, soberly.
"That is just what I am hoping to do."
"Hillo! Hillo! Hillo!" sounded a voice behind the woodshed. After a moment a tall figure emerged around a corner, arrayed in coa.r.s.e working clothes, with a saw over his shoulders.
"Hillo! gals, I can"t find your father. Tell him I left my saw here for him to file."
"I will," Linnet called back.
"That"s African John," explained Linnet as the figure disappeared around the corner of the woodshed. "I wish I had asked him to stay and tell you some of his adventures."
"_African_ John. He is not an African;" said Miss Prudence.
"No, oh no; he"s Captain Rheid"s cousin. People call him that because he was three years in Africa. He was left on the coast. It happened this way. He was only a sailor and he went ash.o.r.e with another sailor and they got lost in a jungle or something like it and when they came back to the sh.o.r.e they saw the sails of their ship in the distance and knew it had gone off and left them. The man with him fell down dead on the sand and he had to stay three years before a ship came. He"s an old man now and that happened years and years ago. Captain Rheid can"t tell anything more frightful than that. Mother had a brother lost at sea, they supposed so, for he never came back; if I ever have anybody go and not come back I"ll never, never, _never_ give him up."
"Never, never, never give him up," echoed Miss Prudence in her heart.
"They thought Will Rheid was lost once, but he came back! Linnet didn"t give him up, and his father and mother almost did."
"I"d never give him up," said Linnet again, emphatically.
"Will Rheid," teased Marjorie, "or anybody?"
"Anybody," replied Linnet, but she twitched at her work and broke her thread.
"Now, girls, I"m going in to talk to your mother awhile, and then perhaps Linnet will walk part of the way home with me," said Miss Prudence.
"To talk about _that_," cried Marjorie.
"I"ll tell you by and by."
VIII.
BISCUITS AND OTHER THINGS.
"I am rather made for giving than taking."--_Mrs. Browning._
Mrs. West had been awakened from her nap with an uncomfortable feeling that something disagreeable had happened or was about to happen; she felt "impressed" she would have told you. Pushing the light quilt away from her face she arose with a decided vigor, determined to "work it off" if it were merely physical; she brushed her iron gray hair with steady strokes and already began to feel as if her presentiment were groundless; she bathed her cheeks in cool water, she dressed herself carefully in her worn black and white barege, put on her afternoon cap, a bit of black lace with bows of narrow black ribbon, fastened the linen collar Linnet had worked with b.u.t.ton-hole st.i.tch with the round gold and black enamelled pin that contained locks of the light hair of her two lost babes, and then felt herself ready for the afternoon, even ready for the minister and his stylish wife, if they should chance to call. But she was not ready without her afternoon work; she would feel fidgety unless she had something to keep her fingers moving; the afternoon work happened to be a long white wool stocking for Linnet"s winter wear. Linnet must have new ones, she decided; she would have no time to darn old ones, and Marjorie might make the old ones do another winter; it was high time for Marjorie to learn to mend.
The four shining knitting needles were clicking in the doorway of the broad little entry that opened out to the green front yard when Miss Prudence found her way around to the front of the house. The ample figure and contented face made a picture worth looking at, and Miss Prudence looked at it a moment before she announced her presence by speaking.
"Mrs. West, I want to come to see you a little while--may I?"
Miss Prudence had a pretty, appealing way of speaking, oftentimes, that caused people to feel as if she were not quite grown up. There was something akin to childlikeness in her voice and words and manner, to-day. She had never felt so humble in her life, as to-day when her whole life loomed up before her--one great disappointment.
"I was just thinking that I would go and find you after I had turned the heel; I haven"t had a talk with you yet."
"I want it," returned the younger lady, seating herself on the upper step and leaning back against the door post. "I"ve been wanting to be _mothered_ all day. I have felt as if the sunshine were taking me into its arms, and as if the soft warm gra.s.s were my mother"s lap."
"Dear child, you have had trouble in your life, haven"t you?" replied the motherly voice.
Miss Prudence was not impulsive, at least she believed that she had outgrown yielding to a sudden rush of feeling, but at these words she burst into weeping, and drawing nearer dropped her head in the broad lap.
"There, there, deary! Cry, if it makes you feel any better," hushed the voice that had rocked babies to sleep.
After several moments of self-contained sobbing Miss Prudence raised her head. "I"ve never told any one, but I feel as if I wanted to tell you. It is so long that it makes me feel old to speak of it. It is twenty years ago since it happened. I had a friend that I love as girls love the man they have chosen to marry; father admired him, and said he was glad to leave me with such a protector. Mother had been dead about a year and father was dying with consumption; they had no one to leave me with excepting this friend; he was older than I, years older, but I admired him all the more for that. Father had perfect trust in him. I think the trouble hastened father"s death. He had a position of trust--a great deal of money pa.s.sed through his hands. Like every girl I liked diamonds and he satisfied me with them; father used to look grave and say: "Prudie, your mother didn"t care for such things." But I cared for mine.
I had more jewels than any of my friends; and he used to promise that I should have everything I asked for. But I did not want anything if I might have him. My wedding dress was made--our wedding tour was all planned: we were to come home to his beautiful house and father was to be with us. Father and I were so contented over our plans; he seemed just like himself that last evening that we laughed and talked. But he--my friend was troubled and left early; when he went away he caught me in his arms and held me. "G.o.d bless you, bless you" he said, and then he said, "May he forgive me!" I could not sleep that night, the words sounded in my ears. In the morning I unburdened myself to father, I always told him everything, and he was as frightened as I. Before two days we knew all.
He had taken--money--that was not his own, thousands of dollars, and he was tried and sentenced. I sent them all my diamonds and everything that would bring money, but that was only a little of the whole. They sent him--to state-prison, to hard labor, for a term of five years. Father died soon after and I had not any one nearer than an aunt or cousin. I thought my heart broke with the shame and dishonor. I have lived in many places since. I have money enough to do as I like--because I do not like to do very much, perhaps. But I can"t forget. I can"t forget the shame.
And I trusted him so! I believed in him. He had buried a young wife years ago, and was old and wise and good! When I see diamonds they burn into me like live coals. I would have given up my property and worked for my living, but father made me bind myself with a solemn promise that I would not do it. But I have sought out many that he wronged, and given them all my interest but the sum I compelled myself to live on. I have educated two or three orphans, and I help every month several widows and one or two helpless people who suffered through him. Father would be glad of that, if he knew how comfortably I can live on a limited income. I have made my will, remembering a number of people, and if they die before I do, I shall keep trace of their children. I do all I can; I would, rather give all my money up, but it is my father"s money until I die."
Mrs. West removed a knitting needle from between her lips and knit it into the heel she had "turned."
"Where is he--now?" she asked.
"I never saw him after that night--he never wrote to me; I went to him in prison but he refused to see me. I have heard of him many times through his brother; he fled to Europe as soon as he was released, and has never returned home--to my knowledge. I think his brother has not heard from him for some years. When I said I had not a friend, I did not mention this brother; he was young when it happened, too young to have any pity for his brother; he was very kind to me, they all were. This brother was a half-brother--there were two mothers--and much younger."
"What was his name?"
Mrs. West did not mean to be inquisitive, but she did want to know and not simply for the sake of knowing.
"Excuse me--but I must keep the secret for his brother"s sake. He"s the only one left."
"I may not know the name of the bank then?"