"Remain seated, if you please! We will come to that presently. We know her under a name slightly different from the one you have heard. Mrs.
Faulkner remembers that her mother told her she had altered the name in order that the father should not trace the child."
"Now wouldn"t that--" murmured Pippin. "Say, she was a daisy, wasn"t she?"
"She was perfectly right!" Mrs. Faulkner"s aspect was rigid to the point of awfulness. "She was a decent woman, and wished her child decently brought up. Her husband was a reprobate!"
"Meanin" long for "rip"?" Pippin leaned forward eagerly, with pleading eyes and voice. "He sure was, lady! Yep, Old Man Blossom was a rip from Riptown, and so remains; but yet there never was any _harm_ in him. What I would say--he"s a crook, and a bo, and not the guy for family life anyways you look at it; but he never was a _mean_ guy. He never hit from behind; there was no sandbaggin" in his; just he"d give you one on the jaw if he couldn"t cop the swag without, you see. Now that"s square, you see, _for_ a crook! But--" Mrs. Faulkner"s eyes glared wholly unresponsive. He glanced at Mrs. Appleby, and seeing, or thinking he saw, a faint glimmer that might mean an inward twinkle, addressed himself to her.
"You see how "tis, lady! And now he"s on the blink--that is, near his end, you see, and he wants his little gal; wants her bad. And--bein" a bo myself, it ain"t for me to p"int out things to ladies like youse, but if she"s the kind of gal like you say, mightn"t she think, say, "Well, after all, he"s my dad, and I"m his kid, and "twon"t do me a mite of harm to give him a look in." What say?"
"You say he is dying?" said the elder woman. "Has he suffered any change of heart? Does he repent of his evil ways?"
"Not yet he ain"t!" Pippin flushed and his hands clenched; he seemed to hear the snicker once more. "But the way I look at it is this, lady!" He bent forward again, all shyness gone now, his brown face aglow. ""Look out for the grace of G.o.d!" says Elder Hadley to me. "Wherever you look for it, you"ll find it!" he says. "If you don"t," he says, "it"s your own fault, for it"s sure there somewhere!" he says. Well, I tried, honest I did, to find grace in Old Man Blossom, and all I could find was he wanted his little gal. So--well! What I would say, G.o.d moves in a myster"ous way, His wonders to _per_form; (sung to "Albayno," common metre, fine hymn, though a mite sober!) and how do I know but wantin"
his little gal was the way was took by--by Them as has the handlin" of things--" a reverent jerk of the head toward the sky--"and--well--that"s the way it struck me!" Pippin concluded lamely.
The tears stood in Mrs. Appleby"s kind eyes, and even Mrs. Faulkner"s severity was perceptibly abated.
"We only want to be sure--" faltered the former.
"We _must_ be sure!" said the latter.
"Yes--of course we must. Pippin, I believe all you say--" she glanced a trifle defiantly at her a.s.sistant--"because I cannot help it. I am sure you have told us the truth; but we cannot take action--we cannot tell you where Mary Fl--where the young woman is, until we have _proof_ of your respectability and the steadiness of your purpose. You will understand that, I am sure. Well--now! Bring us a note from Mr. Hadley, and we will tell you where she is, and will recommend her employ--that is, the people with whom she is staying--to allow her to visit her father. This is all we can do!"
She rose as she spoke, and held out her hand; Pippin grasped it heartily.
"You"re a perfect lady, ma"am!" he said. "I see that the minute I laid eyes on you. I"ll get that note if it takes a leg! "Twon"t take above a week to get to Sh.o.r.eham--say a day there, and another week back--walkin", you understand--say two weeks, and I"ll be back if I"m alive. I"m a thousand times obliged to you, lady--and you too, ma"am!"
His smile loosened the strictures about Mrs. Faulkner"s heart--a good heart, but over-inst.i.tutionalized by years of routine--and sent a warm glow through her.
"I"ll wish you good day--say!" he stopped suddenly. "About that pup--I would say kid: him with the freckles and the bull-dog grip. I like that kid. He"s got sand, a whole bag of it. If you was lookin" for a home for him when he leaves this joint--but I guess we better leave that till I bring that note, what say? Good day, ladies! Come up, Nipper!" And with a comprehensive wave and smile that took in every eager face glued to the playroom window, Pippin went his way.
CHAPTER XV
PIPPIN MEETS AN OLD ACQUAINTANCE
Pippin went his way, planning his expedition as he went. He would start that evening, in the cool. Pay up at his joint, and he might leave Nipper there, mebbe. Decent folks, and he could travel quicker--No! he would take Nipper along, and give "em a good sharpenin" up all round over there. The Warden"s boys--they"d be glad to see him, he expected. A boy"s knife always needed "tendin" to; and the Warden! He was real good, he might have some tools, and he could go into the shop--green gra.s.s! he really believed he"d be glad to see the old place again! Now wouldn"t that give you a pain?
Was that because he warn"t obleeged to go, think, or because he found the Lord there, and there was a manner of blessin" on the place for him?--"Easy there!"
The last remark was not addressed to himself. He was crossing the street with perhaps a dozen other persons, between two halted phalanxes of motor cars, drays, wagons; midway a monumental policeman held a fraction of the world in the hollow of his hand. Just in front of Pippin was a stout gentleman, puffing nervously, his gold-framed gaze fixed intently on the sidewalk haven before him. Suddenly a boy--he was no more--stumbled over Pippin"s feet, lurched forward, and fell heavily against the stout gentleman with a cry of alarm. The gentleman turned quickly. As he did so, Pippin"s left arm shot out; he caught the boy and held him, struggling and kicking.
"Nix on the swipe, my darlin"," he said quietly.
"Lemme go!" spluttered the boy. "---- you, lemme go!"
"Is he hurt?" asked the stout gentleman. "Is the poor lad hurt?"
"Not yet he ain"t," said Pippin grimly, "but he"s liable to be."
"Step lively!" thundered the policeman, his eye on the pawing motor cars.
Pippin nodded toward the further sidewalk, and made his way thither, dragging his prisoner by the collar. The stout gentleman followed, bewildered.
"I don"t understand--" he began.
"You wouldn"t," said Pippin gently. "His hand was in your pocket, that"s all, sir. Easy, bo! Nix on the fade-away, neither; I"ve got your shirt, too, see? Why not take it easy?"
The boy, who had been trying to wriggle out of his jacket, gave it up and stood sullen and silent, with clenched hands. The stout gentleman looked distressed. "You mean--" he said "--you fear the lad is a pickpocket?"
"That"s what! Open your fins, Jimmy! drop the swagglekins! What? Need a little help, do you?"
Pippin was standing discreetly in the gutter that he might not obstruct traffic. Now with his free hand he drew out his file and gave a smart rap on the boy"s knuckles. The boy uttered a yelp of pain, the hand opened involuntarily. Pippin deftly caught its contents as they dropped, and handed them to the gentleman with a little bow.
"Pocketbook an" wipe--I would say handkerchief! O.K., Governor?"
"G.o.d bless me! Yes, they are mine! Thank you!" cried the stout gentleman. "Is it possible? This young lad! I am distressed. Young man, I am deeply indebted to you. Shall you--a--deliver him over to the authorities?"
"Run him in?" Pippin eyed the boy thoughtfully. "I ain"t quite sure yet.
Me an" Jimmy"ll have a little talk first, I expect. Mebbe--"
A bell clanged. There was a rush and a swirl in the crowd. As the fire-engine came thundering by, the boy suddenly dropped and hung limp and nerveless in Pippin"s grasp; then, as the grasp shifted a little to gain a better hold, he gave a violent jerk, a shove, a spring, and was off, under the very wheels of the advancing hose-carriage.
Pippin looked after him regretfully.
"Slick kid!" he said. "He"s ben well trained, that kid has. I couldn"t have done that better myself. But there wasn"t no chance to look for no grace in that one," he added. "Now I leave it to any one! But--what was I tellin" you? That"s the second one to-day. You leave me get hold of them boys, this one and that pup to the Home joint, and I could do somepin with "em. I could so!"
The trip to Sh.o.r.eham, so carefully planned, was not to come off; the ladies of distaff and shears had ordained otherwise. It occurred to Pippin that in common politeness he could not leave town for a fortnight without "sharpenin" up" that young lady, bein" he had said he would call again. That afternoon, accordingly, he and Nipper took their way to the green lane in the pleasant suburb, and turned in at the white gate.
There was no clothes-hanging nymph in the yard this time--it was Monday afternoon, and the clothes were lying in neat snowy rolls in a basket within, ready for the morrow"s ironing--so Pippin knocked at the door, and Mary-in-the-kitchen opened it. A rather stern looking Mary, until she saw who it was; then she dimpled and smiled in a delightful way, and wanted to know if that was he.
"I was sort of looking for you to-day!" she added.
"You was!" Pippin glowed responsive. "Now that sounds good to me.
Something in my line to-day?"
"There was a woman come to clean Sat.u.r.day, and what must she do but take my best potato knife to pry off the top of a jar! "Twas a screw-top, too, so she had her trouble for her pains, and broke the knife besides--Just the tip; I thought perhaps you could grind it off?"
"Well, I guess! just watch me! If there"s one job I like better than another, it"s grind a new tip."
Mary brought the knife, which he p.r.o.nounced a dandy from Dandyville. He didn"t suppose she would care to see him do it? Some thought "twas pretty to watch. Mary, with a glance at the clock, thought she had time.
Soon, bright head and dark were bending over Nipper, the wheel was flying, the rough edge of blue steel was fining, thinning, brightening, shaping--yes, it certainly was pretty to watch. Pippin had a strong notion that something else would have been pretty to watch, too, could he have looked two ways at once; it was rather wonderful to feel a soft breath on your cheek, to be conscious that within six or eight inches of your own brown head was that bright efflorescence of light and color and softness, but Pippin did not say this.
When the knife was done, he looked up, and met his reward in a soft glow of admiration and wonder that almost took his breath.