Mr. Starr, too, had tried. "Prudence," he said gently, "you know very often men do things that to women seem wrong and wicked. And maybe they are! But men and women are different by nature, my dear, and we must remember that. I have satisfied myself that Jerry is good, and clean, and manly. I do not think you should let any foolishness of his in the past, come between you now."
"You are mistaken, father. Jerry is all right, and always was, I am sure. It is nothing like that. I told him to go, and not to come again. That is all."
"But if he should come back now----"
"It would be just the same. Don"t worry about it, father. It"s all right."
"Prudence," he said, more tenderly, "we have been the closest of friends and companions, you and I, from the very beginning. Always you have come to me with your troubles and worries. Have I ever failed you? Why, then, do you go back on me now, when you really need me?"
Prudence patted his shoulder affectionately, but her eyes did not meet his. "I do not really need you now, father. It is all settled, and I am quite satisfied. Things are all right with me just as they are."
Then he took a serious step, without her knowledge. He went to Des Moines, and had a visit with Jerry. He found him thinner, his face sterner, his eyes darker. When the office boy announced "Mr. Starr,"
Jerry ran quickly out to greet him.
"Is she all right?" he cried eagerly, almost before he was within hailing distance.
Mr. Starr did not mince matters. "Jerry," he said abruptly, "did you and Prudence have a quarrel? She declines to tell me anything about it, and after the conversations you and I have had, I think I have a right to know what has happened."
"Does she miss me? Does she seem sorry that I am away? Does----" His voice was so boyish and so eager there was no mistaking his att.i.tude toward Prudence.
"Look here, Jerry, I want to know. Why are you staying away?"
"Won"t Prudence tell you?"
"No."
"Then I can not. She made me promise not to tell you a word. But it is not my fault, Mr. Starr. I can tell you that. It is nothing I have done or said. She sent me away because she thinks it was right for her to do so, and--you know Prudence! It is wrong, I know. I knew it all the time. But I couldn"t make her see it. And she made me promise not to tell."
In the end Mr. Starr went back to the parsonage no wiser than he left, save that he now knew that Jerry was really not to blame, and that he held himself ready to return to her on a moment"s notice.
The Ladies of the Methodist church were puzzled and exasperated. They went to the parsonage, determined to "find out what"s what." But when they sat with Prudence, and looked at the frail, pathetic little figure, with the mournful eyes,---they could only sigh with her and go their ways.
The twins continued to play in the great maple, even when the leaves were fallen, "It"s a dandy place, I tell you, Prudence," cried Carol.
"Jerry didn"t have time to put up the rope before Connie pulled him down, but we"ve fixed it ourselves, and it is simply grand. You can go up and swing any time you like,--unless your joints are too stiff!
It"s a very serious matter getting up there,---for stiff joints, of course, I mean. Lark and I get up easy enough."
For a moment, Prudence sat silent with quivering lips. Then she burst out with unusual pa.s.sion, "Don"t you ever dare climb up in that tree again as long as you live, twins! Mind what I say!"
Lark looked thoughtfully out of the window, and Carol swallowed hard.
It was she who said gently, "Why, of course, Prue,--just as you say."
For the first time, Prudence had dealt with them harshly and unfairly.
They knew it. There was neither sense nor justice in her command. But they did not argue the point. They kept their eyes considerately away from her, and buried themselves in _Julius Caesar_,--it must be remembered the twins are soph.o.m.ores now. Five minutes later Prudence spoke again, humbly.
"I beg you pardon, twins,--that was a perfectly idiotic thing for me to say. Of course, you may play in the maple whenever you like. But be careful. You couldn"t save yourselves in falling as--as men can."
"We won"t play there if you want us not to," said Carol kindly.
"I do want you to play there," she answered. "It"s a very nice place, and great fun, I know. I might try it myself if--my joints weren"t so stiff! Now, go on with your Latin."
But Prudence did not pa.s.s under the maple for many weeks without clenching her hands, and shuddering.
The twins were not satisfied. They marveled, and wondered, and pondered over the subject of Jerry"s disappearance. Finally they felt it was more than human flesh could stand. They would approach Prudence on the subject themselves. But they bided their time. They must wait until Fairy was safely out of the house. Fairy these days had an infuriating way of saying, "That will do, twins. You"d better go and play now." It enraged and distracted the twins almost to the point of committing crime.
They had made several artistic moves already. Professor Duke, of their freshman biology cla.s.s, had written Carol a gay long letter. And Carol was enthusiastic about it. She and Lark talked of "dear old Duck" for two weeks, almost without pausing for sleep.
"I"m sure you would fall in love with him on the spot," Carol had said to Prudence suggestively.
Prudence had only smiled, evidently in sarcasm!
"Jerry was very nice,--oh, very nice,--but you ought to see our little Duck!" Carol rattled rashly. "I"m sure you wouldn"t regret Jerry any more if you could just get hold of Duckie. Of course, his being in New York is an obstacle, but I could introduce you by mail."
"I do not care for Ducks," said Prudence. "Of course, they look very nice swimming around on the water, but when it comes to eating,--I"ll take spring chicken every time."
Carol did not mention "Duck" again for three days.
But there came a day when Fairy was out in the country. Connie had gone driving with her father. The moment had arrived. The twins had their plan of campaign memorized, and they sauntered in to Prudence with a nonchalance that was all a.s.sumed.
"Prudence," Lark began, "we"re writing a book."
"That"s nice," said Prudence. Conversation languished. The subject seemed exhausted.
Carol came to the rescue. "It"s a very nice book. It"s a love-story, and perfectly thrilling. Larkie does the writing, but I criticize and offer suggestions."
"That"s kind of you."
A pause.
"I"m going to dedicate it to Carol,--To my beloved sister, to whose kindness and sympathy, I owe all that I am,--or something like that,"
Lark explained hopefully.
"How proud Carol will be!"
A long pause.
"We"re in a very critical place just now, though," Lark seemed to be commencing at the beginning once more. "We have our heroine in a very peculiar situation, and we can"t think what to do with her next."
"How sad."
Another pause.
"We thought maybe you could help us out."
"I"m afraid not," Prudence smiled a little. "I haven"t any imagination. Ask Fairy. She"s strong on love-stories."
"Maybe if we explain the situation to you, you could give us a suggestion. It is like this: The young people have had all kinds of thrilling experiences, but they are not yet betrothed. But they are just on the point of getting there,--and something crops up all of a sudden! The hero goes dashing away, and returns no more. The heroine lies upon her silken couch, weeping, weeping. And no one knows what to do about it, because no one knows what has happened. What do you suppose could have sent the lover away like that?"
"Maybe he hasn"t enough money for the heroine."