"Wake up!" repeated a voice from above bitterly. "Bless my soul, I"ve been awake an hour and up this last fifteen minutes; but I"m stuck for want of my pants! D"ye expect me to chase "round in the mud in my Sunday-go-to-meetin"s, ma?"
"Dear me!" exclaimed Mrs. Marsh. "I was patchin" them last night and left them in the sittin" room." She ran and got her husband"s required garments, and threw them, flapping ungracefully, up the narrow back staircase to him.
Soon after that old Davy appeared. "Where"s the boy?" he asked.
"He"s had his breakfast, and now he"s run over to see Nell Harley,"
replied Mrs. Marsh, beaming.
"Then the more fool him!" said old Davy. "It"s time he cut that out.
Ain"t he got an eye in his head? He"s got no more chance of marryin" her than I"d have if I was into the game."
"D"ye mean that she don"t think him good enough for her?" asked the other sharply.
"I guess she don"t think anything about him at all, from what I can see.
He"s good enough for any girl--but he ain"t got the _character_ to catch Nell Harley. That"s it--he ain"t got the character."
"He"s got as good a character as any young man in the province--as good as _you_ had, at his age, David Marsh!"
The old man shook his head, smiling. "He"s a good lad. I"ve nothin" to say against our youngest son, ma. But he"s all for his sportsmen and his savings-bank account--all for himself. He"s smart and he"s honest--but he"s all for Number One. To catch a girl like Nell Harley a man would want to jump right into the job with both feet, h.e.l.l bent for election, holusbolus and hokus-pokus and never say die--like I done when I went a-courtin" you, ma."
Mrs. Marsh"s face recovered its usual expression of good humor. "Maybe you"re right, pa," she said. "He don"t seem to give his hull mind to his courtin", I must say."
In the meantime, young David had tramped the half mile of road that lay between the Marsh farm and Jim Harley"s place. The sun had come up white and clean in a clear sky, promising a fine day. A few vivid red and yellow leaves still hung in the maples and birches, and the frost sparkled like diamonds in the stubble, and shone like powdered gla.s.s along the fence rails. The air went tingling to heart and head like a wine of an immortal vintage. David felt fairly reckless under the influence of it; but when he came face to face with Nell Harley, in the kitchen door, his recklessness turned to confusion.
"You are out early, Davy," said the young woman, smiling pleasantly. "Do you want to see Jim?"
"Well--yes, I guess I do, Nell."
"Nothing the matter over at your house, I hope?"
"No. Everything"s all right."
"Come in. We"ve finished breakfast, but Jim is not down yet. He was out until late, last night, and I don"t think he slept well."
David followed her as far as the dining-room door, but there he halted.
"I guess I won"t trouble him, Nell," he said. "I"m in a hurry, too. I have to get a load in to my camp on the Teakettle to-day."
"Can I give him a message?"
"Oh, no! It ain"t important. Good morning, Nell."
He was halfway home, thoroughly disgusted with himself, when a voice hailed him. Looking up, he saw old Captain Wigmore approaching.
"Good morning to you, David," said the captain, halting in front of him.
"Did James Harley explain his extraordinary behavior to you, last night?"
"Yes."
"Ah! And what was the explanation?"
"You"d better ask him yourself, cap. He told me not to tell."
The old man drew himself up and rapped his stick on the ground.
"Confound his impertinence!" he exclaimed. "I shall ask him, certainly.
He owes me an explanation. Queer way to behave before a man of my age and position! And he called me an old idiot!"
CHAPTER IV
THE TRAPPER"S CONFESSION
Old Captain Wigmore returned to his lonely but well-furnished and well-painted house, ate a reflective breakfast, smoked a cigar, and then set out to find Jim Harley. Wigmore lived with a servant or companion--a very old, grizzled, silent fellow, who did not seem to be "all there."
It was from this old chap, Timothy Fletcher by name, that the people of the settlement had learned to give Wigmore the t.i.tle of captain. As to what kind of a captain he had been, opinions differed.
Wigmore found Harley in the farm-yard helping a teamster get away with a wagonload of pork, flour, and oats for his lumber camp on Harley Brook, five miles away. As soon as man and load were gone, the captain addressed the lumber operator.
"James," said he, slowly and with dignity, "I feel that you owe me an explanation of your strange behavior of last night."
Harley sighed. "I can"t explain it to you, captain," he said. "It has to do with--with a purely family matter; but I beg your pardon for anything amiss that I may have said to you in my excitement."
"Granted, James! Granted!" returned Wigmore, with a fine gesture of the left hand. "But I am sorry, of course, that you--but it does not matter; I am old, more or less of a stranger, and of no importance. You explained your agitation to young Marsh, I understand?"
"Yes, I felt that I owed it to him."
"Very good, James. Of course I am anxious, and fairly itching with curiosity--but my curiosity does not matter in the least. It struck me as a most remarkable thing, though."
"I was foolish," said the other; "but should it happen that--that it turns out to be serious--to really mean anything--may I confide in you, captain? May I ask your advice?"
"Please do so, my dear boy," replied Wigmore cordially. "I shall be only too happy to do anything for you--or for any member of your family. But now I"ll not keep you from your work any longer, James. If I may, I"ll just step over to the house and pay my respects to the ladies. I have a new book in my pocket that they may be interested in."
"They"ll be glad to see you, captain," said Jim sincerely. "They always are."
So the captain went to the house and Mrs. Harley and Nell were glad to see him, in spite of the fact that it was rather a busy time of day for them to receive a caller. But the captain could be very entertaining when he took the trouble to try--and he always took the required amount of trouble when he met the Harley women. Now he produced the new book from his pocket, and laid it on the table. It was a volume of literary essays; and Nell took it up eagerly. The captain talked a little of books, lightly and gracefully, and a little of travel and big cities. He had a pretty wit. Except for the gray in his beard and mustache and neatly brushed, thick hair, he did not look to be more than middle-aged while he talked. Though he always walked with a slight limp, now he stood very straight. His bright, dark eyes turned to Nell when she looked away from him. He remained for about twenty minutes, and then went away, leaving a very pleasant impression in the minds of both young women.
"What a catch he would be if he wasn"t so old!" said Jim"s wife, laughing.
Nell shook her head seriously. "He is very entertaining," she replied, "and has read a great deal and seen a great deal; but there is something about his eyes that--well, that is not attractive."
"Most eccentric people have eyes like that," returned Mrs. Harley--who, by the way, was not a native of the settlement--"and I do not think them unattractive. Now there is poor d.i.c.k Goodine. His eyes are like that, too--so bright and quick."
"But d.i.c.k"s are honest--and Captain Wigmore"s look sly."
"Oh! You _like_ d.i.c.k"s eyes, Nell? Well, I think you might find eyes to admire belonging to some one more worth while than d.i.c.k Goodine."
"Don"t be silly, Kate, _please_!" cried Nell. "I am no more interested in the eyes of the young men of this place than you are."