CHAPTER XIX
THE ARRIVAL
There was a driving road down past Latham"s Folly and on across certain sand flats and by cranberry bogs to a small settlement where Prudence had a stepsister still living. This old woman lived with her granddaughter"s husband"s kinsfolk, who were so distantly related to Cap"n Ira"s wife that the relationship could scarcely be followed.
"It takes us Cape Codders," remarked Cap"n Ira, "to study out the shoals and channels of kinship. It"s "cause we"re such good navigators that we"re able to do it."
"And now that we"ve got Ida May to harness up Queenie for us and look after the house while we"re gone, and you feel so much spryer yourself, Ira, I don"t see why we can"t visit our folks a little,"
Prudence said.
He agreed, and they set off in high fettle just before noon, expecting to return before dark. Sheila was upstairs dusting when, not long after the noon hour, she saw from one of the windows the spread canvas of the _Seamew_--there was no mistaking the schooner--making through the channel into the cove.
"Tunis is coming! Tunis is coming! Tunis is coming soon!"
Her heart sang the refrain over and over again. She fairly danced about the household tasks she had set herself to do while the old couple were absent. Now and again she ran to some point where she could watch the _Seamew_. The memory of Tunis" kisses were on her lips and in her heart. In the dusk of the previous Monday morning, when he was on his way to the port to take command of his schooner, the young shipmaster had held her in his arms at the back door there, and had told her over and over again of his love for her.
Thought of that moment was an exquisite memory to the girl.
She saw the schooner drop anchor off Portygee Town, with all its canvas rattling down in windrows of white. She even saw the little gig launched. Tunis was coming ash.o.r.e. He would soon be up the hill.
His long strides would soon bring him to her side again--open-eyed, ruddy-faced, a veritable sea G.o.d among men!
She ran out a dozen times to gaze down the road and wonder what kept him. Then she turned her back on the road and spent the next half hour in beating the dust out of all the parlor and sitting room sofa pillows and one or two of the covered chairs.
Peace, like the sunshine itself, lay over all of Wreckers" Head.
Here and there a spiral of smoke rose from a chimney, and fowl wandered about the well-reaped fields. But not much other life was visible. The fall haze gave to distant objects a dimmer outline, softening the sharp lineaments of the more rugged landscape. Color and form took on new beauty.
It was all so lovely, so peaceful, that it was impossible that the girl should have dreamed of what was approaching. Since she had come her mind had not been so far from apprehension of disaster. Since Sunday, when she had wandered with Tunis along the sh.o.r.e, it had seemed to the young woman that no harm could a.s.sail her. She was secure, sheltered, impregnably fortified both in Tunis" love and in the situation she had gained with the b.a.l.l.s and in the community.
She knew, at last, that somebody was on the road, but she would not look. She heard the latch of the gate and the creak of its hinges.
Somebody was behind her. How softly Tunis stepped! She thought that he was approaching her quietly, believing he could surprise her. In a moment she would feel his arms about her and would surprise him by laying her head back against his breast and putting up her lips to be kissed.
But, as he delayed, she turned her head ever so slyly. It was not the heavily shod feet of Tunis Latham she saw. What she saw was a pair of the very lightest of pearl-gray shoes, wonderful of arch and heel. Above were slim ankles and calves incased in fiber-silk hose the hue of the shoes.
She flashed a glance at the face of the stranger, and her gaze was immediately held by a pair of fixed brown eyes. There were green glints in the eyes--sharp, suspicious gleams that warned Sheila, before the other uttered a word, to set watch and ward upon her own lips. Not that she suspected who the stranger was.
"Good afternoon," was her greeting.
"Is this where the b.a.l.l.s live?" was the demand, with a note in the voice which betokened both weariness and vexation.
"Yes."
The girl set down her bag and gave a sigh of relief.
"Well, I am glad! I thought I"d never get here. I never did hear of such a hick place! No taxi, of course, and not even a hack or any other carriage to be hired. I"ve walked _miles_. And such a rough road!"
The parlor settee and easy-chairs had just been brought outdoors for their weekly beating and dusting. Sheila pointed to a seat.
"Do sit down," she urged. "It is a long walk from the port."
"You said it! And after riding over from Paulmouth in that d.i.n.ky old stagecoach, too," went on the stranger, as though holding Sheila responsible for some measure of her discomfort. "Say, ain"t the folks home?" She cast a sour look around the premises. "Gee! It"s a lonesome place in winter, I bet."
"Did you wish to see Mrs. Ball?" asked Sheila, eying the visitor with nothing more than curiosity.
"I guess so. She is Mrs. Prudence Ball, isn"t she?"
"Yes. Mrs. Ball and the captain have gone away for the day. I am ever so sorry. You wished to see her particularly?"
"I guess I did." The stranger looked her over with more interest.
"Say, how old are the b.a.l.l.s?"
The abrupt question drew a more penetrating look from Sheila. The visitor certainly was not Cape bred. Her smart cheapness did not attract Sheila at all. There was something so unwholesome about her that the observer had difficulty in suppressing a shudder. Yet her prettiness was orchidlike. But there are poisonous orchids.
"They are quite old people," Sheila said, finally answering the question. "Cap"n Ira is over seventy and Prudence is not far from that age. You--you are not acquainted with them?"
"I never saw "em. But I"ve heard a lot about "em," said the stranger, with a light laugh. "They are sort of relations of mine."
"You are a relative?" asked the girl. Even then she had no thought of who this newcomer was. "Cap"n Ira"s relative? Or Mrs. Ball"s, if I may ask?"
"Well, I guess it is the old woman"s. But I"m kind of curious to see "em first, you know, before I make any strong play in the relationship game. Gee! Is this the parlor furniture?"
"Some of it," was the wondering rejoinder.
"Looks like the house, don"t it? Down at the heel and shabby. Say, have they got much money, after all--them b.a.l.l.s? You"re a neighbor, I suppose? You must know "em well."
"I live here," said the other girl rather sternly.
"Huh? You mean around here?"
"I live here with Cap"n Ira and Mrs, Ball," was the further explanation.
"You _do_? You?"
Her voice suddenly became shrill. It rose half an octave with surprise. Her gaze, which had merely been insolent, now became suspicious. She scrutinized Sheila closely.
"I didn"t know the b.a.l.l.s had anybody living with "em," she resumed at length. "You ain"t been here long, have you?"
"Oh, for some time," was the cheerful rejoinder.
"They hire you?"
"Not--not exactly. You see, I am sort of related to them, too."
"A relation of this old Cap"n Ira?"
"Of Mrs. Ball."