Boots has the feeling as fresh upon him this moment of speaking as he had then, that he would far rather have had it out in half a dozen rounds with the Governor than have combined with him; and that he wished with all his heart there was any impossible place where two babies could make an impossible marriage, and live impossibly happy ever afterward. However, as it couldn"t be, he went into the Governor"s plans, and the Governor set off for York in half an hour.
The way in which the women of that house--without exception--every one of "em--married _and_ single--took to that boy when they heard the story, Boots considers surprising. It was as much as he could do to keep "em from dashing into the room and kissing him. They climbed up all sorts of places, at the risk of their lives, to look at him through a pane of gla.s.s. They was seven deep at the keyhole. They was out of their minds about him and his bold spirit.
In the evening, Boots went into the room to see how the runaway couple was getting on. The gentleman was on the window-seat, supporting the lady in his arms. She had tears upon her face, and was lying, very tired and half asleep, with her head upon his shoulder.
"Mrs. Harry Walmers, Junior, fatigued, sir?" says Cobbs.
"Yes, she is tired, Cobbs; but she is not used to be away from home, and she has been in low spirits again. Cobbs, do you think you could bring a biffin, please?"
"I ask your pardon, sir," says Cobbs. "What was it you--"
"I think a Norfolk biffin would rouse her, Cobbs. She is very fond of them."
Boots withdrew in search of the required restorative, and, when he brought it in, the gentleman handed it to the lady, and fed her with a spoon, and took a little himself; the lady being heavy with sleep, and rather cross. "What should you think, sir," says Cobbs, "of a chamber candlestick?" The gentleman approved; the chambermaid went first, up the great staircase; the lady, in her sky-blue mantle, followed, gallantly escorted by the gentleman; the gentleman embraced her at her door, and retired to his own apartment, where Boots softly locked him in.
Boots couldn"t but feel with increased acuteness what a base deceiver he was, when they consulted him at breakfast (they had ordered sweet milk-and-water, and toast and currant jelly, over-night) about the pony. It really was as much as he could do, he don"t mind confessing to me, to look them two young things in the face, and think what a wicked old father of lies he had grown up to be. Howsomever, he went on a-lying like a Trojan about the pony. He told "em that it did so unfortunately happen that the pony was half clipped, you see, and that he couldn"t be taken out in that state, for fear it should strike to his inside. But that he"d be finished clipping in the course of the day, and that to-morrow morning at eight o"clock the pheayton would be ready. Boots" view of the whole case, looking back on it in my room, is, that Mrs. Harry Walmers, Junior, was beginning to give in. She hadn"t had her hair curled when she went to bed, and she didn"t seem quite up to brushing it herself, and its getting in her eyes put her out. But nothing put out Master Harry. He sat behind his breakfast-cup, a-tearing away at the jelly, as if he had been his own father.
After breakfast Boots is inclined to consider they drawed soldiers--at least he knows that many such was found in the fireplace, all on horseback. In the course of the morning Master Harry rang the bell--it was surprising how that there boy did carry on--and said, in a sprightly way, "Cobbs, is there any good walks in this neighborhood?"
"Yes, sir," says Cobbs. "There"s Love Lane."
"Get out with you, Cobbs!"--that was that there boy"s expression--"you"re joking."
"Begging your pardon, sir," says Cobbs, "there _really is_ Love Lane.
And a pleasant walk it is, and proud shall I be to show it to yourself and Mrs. Harry Walmers, Junior."
"Norah, dear," says Master Harry, "this is curious. We really ought to see Love Lane. Put on your bonnet, my sweetest darling, and we will go there with Cobbs."
Boots leaves me to judge what a Beast he felt himself to be, when that young pair told him, as they all three jogged along together, that they had made up their minds to give him two thousand guineas a year as Head Gardener, on account of his being so true a friend to "em.
Boots could have wished at the moment that the earth would have opened and swallowed him up, he felt so mean, with their beaming eyes a-looking at him, and believing him. Well, sir, he turned the conversation as well as he could, and he took "em down Love Lane to the water-meadows, and there Master Harry would have drowned himself in half a moment more, a-getting out a water-lily for her--but nothing daunted that boy. Well, sir, they was tired out. All being so new and strange to "em, they was tired as tired could be. And they laid down on a bank of daisies, like the children in the wood, leastways meadows, and fell asleep.
Boots don"t know--perhaps I do--but never mind, it don"t signify either way--why it made a man fit to make a fool of himself to see them two pretty babies a-lying there in the clear, still day, not dreaming half so hard when they was asleep as they done when they was awake. But, Lord! when you come to think of yourself, you know, and what a game you have been up to ever since you was in your own cradle, and what a poor sort of chap you are, and how it"s always either Yesterday with you, or To-morrow, and never To-day, that"s where it is!
Well, sir, they woke up at last, and then one thing was getting pretty clear to Boots--namely, that Mrs. Harry Walmerses, Junior"s, temper was on the move. When Master Harry took her round the waist, she said he "teased her so"; and when he says, "Norah, my young May Moon, your Harry tease you?" she tells him, "Yes; and I want to go home."
A biled fowl and baked bread-and-b.u.t.ter pudding brought Mrs. Walmers up a little; but Boots could have wished, he must privately own to me, to have seen her more sensible of the woice of love, and less abandoning of herself to currants. However, Master Harry, he kept up, and his n.o.ble heart was as fond as ever. Mrs. Walmers turned very sleepy about dusk, and began to cry. Therefore, Mrs. Walmers went off to bed as per yesterday; and Master Harry ditto repeated.
About eleven or twelve at night comes back the Governor in a chaise, along with Mr. Walmers and a elderly lady. Mr. Walmers looks amused and very serious, both at once, and says to our Missis: "We are much indebted to you, ma"am; for your kind care of our little children, which we can never sufficiently acknowledge. Pray, ma"am, where is my boy?" Our Missis says: "Cobbs has the dear child in charge, sir.
Cobbs, show Forty!" Then he says to Cobbs: "Ah, Cobbs, I am glad to see _you_! I understood you was here!" And Cobbs says: "Yes, sir. Your most obedient, sir."
I may be surprised to hear Boots say it, perhaps; but Boots a.s.sures me that his heart beat like a hammer, going up-stairs. "I beg your pardon, sir," says he, while unlocking the door; "I do hope you are not angry with Master Harry. For Master Harry is a fine boy, sir, and will do you credit and honor." And Boots signifies to me that, if the fine boy"s father had contradicted him in the daring state of mind in which he then was, he thinks he should have "fetched him a crack," and taken the consequences.
But Mr. Walmers only says: "No, Cobbs. No, my good fellow. Thank you!"
And, the door being opened, goes in.
Boots goes in, too, holding the light, and he sees Mr. Walmers go up to the bedside, bend gently down, and kiss the little sleeping face.
Then he stands looking at it for a minute, looking wonderfully like it (they do say he ran away with Mrs. Walmers); and then he gently shakes the little shoulder.
"Harry, my dear boy! Harry!"
Master Harry starts up and looks at him. Looks at Cobbs, too. Such is the honor of that mite, that he looks at Cobbs, to see whether he has brought him into trouble.
"I"m not angry, my child. I only want you to dress yourself and come home."
"Yes, pa."
Master Harry dresses himself quickly. His breast begins to swell when he has nearly finished, and it swells more and more as he stands, at last, a-looking at his father; his father standing a-looking at him, the quiet image of him.
"Please may I"--the spirit of that little creatur", and the way he kept his rising tears down!--"please, dear pa--may I--kiss Norah before I go?"
"You may, my child."
So he takes Master Harry in his hand, and Boots leads the way with the candle, and they come to that other bedroom, where the elderly lady is seated by the bed, and poor little Mrs. Harry Walmers, Junior, is fast asleep. There the father lifts the child up to the pillow, and he lays his little face down for an instant by the little warm face of poor unconscious little Mrs. Harry Walmers, Junior, and gently draws it to him--a sight so touching to the chambermaids, who are peeping through the door, that one of them called out, "It"s a shame to part "em!" But this chambermaid was always, as Boots informs us, a softhearted one.
Not that there was any harm in that girl. Far from it.
Finally, Boots says, that"s all about it. Mr. Walmers drove away in the chaise, having hold of Master Harry"s hand. The elderly lady and Mrs. Walmers, Junior, that was never to be (she married a Captain long afterward, and died in India), went off next day. In conclusion, Boots puts it to me whether I hold with him in two opinions: firstly, that there are not many couples on their way to be married who are half as innocent of guile as those two children; secondly, that it would be a jolly good thing for a great many couples on their way to be married, if they could only be stopped in time, and brought back separately.
A STORY OF SEVEN DEVILS[1]
[Footnote 1: From _Amos Kilbright and Other Stories_. 1888.]
_Frank R. Stockton_ (1834-1902)
The negro church which stood in the pine woods near the little village of Oxford Cross Roads, in one of the lower counties of Virginia, was presided over by an elderly individual, known to the community in general as Uncle Pete; but on Sundays the members of his congregation addressed him as Brudder Pete. He was an earnest and energetic man, and, although he could neither read nor write, he had for many years expounded the Scriptures to the satisfaction of his hearers. His memory was good, and those portions of the Bible, which from time to time he had heard read, were used by him, and frequently with powerful effect, in his sermons. His interpretations of the Scriptures were generally entirely original, and were made to suit the needs, or what he supposed to be the needs, of his congregation.
Whether as "Uncle Pete" in the garden and corn-field, or "Brudder Pete" in the church, he enjoyed the good opinion of everybody excepting one person, and that was his wife. She was a high-tempered and somewhat dissatisfied person, who had conceived the idea that her husband was in the habit of giving too much time to the church, and too little to the acquisition of corn-bread and pork. On a certain Sat.u.r.day she gave him a most tremendous scolding, which so affected the spirits of the good man that it influenced his decision in regard to the selection of the subject for his sermon the next day.
His congregation was accustomed to being astonished, and rather liked it, but never before had their minds received such a shock as when the preacher announced the subject of his discourse. He did not take any particular text, for this was not his custom, but he boldly stated that the Bible declared that every woman in this world was possessed by seven devils; and the evils which this state of things had brought upon the world, he showed forth with much warmth and feeling.
Subject-matter, princ.i.p.ally from his own experience, crowded in upon his mind, and he served it out to his audience hot and strong. If his deductions could have been proved to be correct, all women were creatures who, by reason of their sevenfold diabolic possession, were not capable of independent thought or action, and who should in tears and humility place themselves absolutely under the direction and authority of the other s.e.x.
When he approached the conclusion of his sermon, Brother Peter closed with a bang the Bible, which, although he could not read a word of it, always lay open before him while he preached, and delivered the concluding exhortation of his sermon.
"Now, my dear brev"ren ob dis congregation," he said, "I want you to understan" dat dar"s nuffin in dis yer sarmon wot you"ve jus" heerd ter make you think yousefs angels. By no means, brev"ren; you was all brung up by women, an" you"ve got ter lib wid" em, an ef anythin" in dis yer worl" is ketchin", my dear brev"ren, it"s habin debbils, an"
from wot I"ve seen ob some ob de men ob dis worl" I "spect dey is persest ob "bout all de debbils dey got room fur. But de Bible don"
say nuffin p"intedly on de subjec" ob de number ob debbils in man, an"
I "spec" dose dat"s got "em--an" we ought ter feel pow"ful thankful, my dear brev"ren, dat de Bible don" say we all"s got "em--has "em "cordin to sarc.u.mstances. But wid de women it"s dif"rent; dey"s got jus" sebin, an" bless my soul, brev"ren, I think dat"s "nuff.
"While I was a-turnin" ober in my min" de subjec" ob dis sarmon, dere come ter me a bit ob Scripter wot I heerd at a big preachin" an"
baptizin" at Kyarter"s Mills, "bout ten year" ago. One ob de preachers was a-tellin" about ole mudder Ebe a-eatin" de apple, and says he: De sarpint fus" come along wid a red apple, an" says he: "You gib dis yer to your husban", an" he think it so mighty good dat when he done eat it he gib you anything you ax him fur, ef you tell him whar de tree is." Ebe, she took one bite, an" den she frew dat apple away. "Wot you mean, you triflin" sarpint," says she, "a fotchin" me dat apple wot ain"t good fur nuffin but ter make cider wid?" Den de sarpint he go fotch her a yaller apple, an" she took one bite, an" den says she: "Go "long wid ye, you fool sarpint, wot you fotch me dat June apple wot ain"t got no taste to it?" Den de sarpint he think she like sumpin"
sharp, an" he fotch her a green apple. She takes one bite ob it, an"
den she frows it at his head, an" sings out: "Is you "spectin" me to gib dat apple to yer Uncle Adam an" gib him de colic?" Den de debbil he fotch her a lady-apple, but she say she won"t take no sich triflin"
nubbins as dat to her husban", an" she took one bite ob it, an" frew it away. Den he go fotch her two udder kin" ob apples, one yaller wid red stripes, an" de udder one red on one side an" green on de udder--mighty good-lookin" apples, too--de kin" you git two dollars a bar"l fur at the store. But Ebe, she wouldn"t hab neider ob "em, an"
when she done took one bite out ob each one, she frew it away. Den de ole debbil-sarpint, he scratch he head, an" he say to hese"f: "Dis yer Ebe, she pow"ful "ticklar "bout her apples. Reckin I"ll have ter wait till after fros", an" fotch her a real good one," An" he done wait till after fros", and then he fotch her a" Albemarle pippin, an" when she took one bite ob dat, she jus" go "long an" eat it all up, core, seeds, an" all. "Look h"yar, sarpint," says she, "hab you got anudder ob dem apples in your pocket?" An" den he tuk one out, an" gib it to her. "Cuse me," says she, "I"s gwine ter look up Adam, an" ef he don"
want ter know war de tree is wot dese apples grow on, you can hab him fur a corn-field han"."