"I thought I heard a noise as if somebody was moving, Cynthia. It"s just as well to keep our own matters to ourselves."
"If you wait till this old house keeps still, Mr. Bradshaw, you might as well wait till the river has run by. It"s as full of rats and mice as an old cheese is of mites. There"s a hundred old rats in this house, and that"s what you hear."
["An" one old cat; that"s what I hear." Third party.]
"I told you, Cynthia, I must be off on this business to-morrow. I want to know that everything is safe before I go. And, besides, I have got something to say to you that"s important, very important, mind you."
He got up once more and opened every door softly and looked out. He fixed his eye suspiciously on a large sofa at the other side of the room, and went, looking half ashamed of his extreme precaution, and peeped under it, to see if there was any one hidden thereto listen.
Then he came back and drew his chair close up to the table at which Miss Badlam had seated herself. The conversation which followed was in a low tone, and a portion of it must be given in another place in the words of the third party. The beginning of it we are able to supply in this connection.
"Look here, Cynthia; you know what I am going for. It"s all right, I feel sure, for I have had private means of finding out. It"s a sure thing; but I must go once more to see that the other fellows don"t try any trick on us. You understand what is for my advantage is for yours, and, if I go wrong, you go overboard with me. Now I must leave the--you know--behind me. I can"t leave it in the house or the office: they might burn up. I won"t have it about me when I am travelling. Draw your chair a little more this way. Now listen."
["Indade I will," said the third party to herself. The reader will find out in due time whether she listened to any purpose or not.]
In the mean time Myrtle, who for some reason was rather nervous and restless, had found a pair of half-finished slippers which she had left behind her. The color came into her cheeks when she remembered the state of mind she was in when she was working on them for the Rev. Mr. Stoker.
She recollected Master Gridley"s mistake about their destination, and determined to follow the hint he had given. It would please him better if she sent them to good Father Pemberton, she felt sure, than if he should get them himself. So she enlarged them somewhat, (for the old man did not pinch his feet, as the younger clergyman was in the habit of doing, and was, besides, of portly dimensions, as the old orthodox three-deckers were apt to be,) and worked E. P. very handsomely into the pattern, and sent them to him with her love and respect, to his great delight; for old ministers do not have quite so many tokens of affection from fair hands as younger ones.
What made Myrtle nervous and restless? Why had she quitted the city so abruptly, and fled to her old home, leaving all the gayeties behind her which had so attracted and dazzled her?
She had not betrayed herself at the third meeting with the young man who stood in such an extraordinary relation to her,--who had actually given her life from his own breath,--as when she met him for the second time.
Whether his introduction to her at the party, just at the instant when Murray Bradshaw was about to make a declaration, saved her from being in another moment the promised bride of that young gentleman, or not, we will not be so rash as to say. It looked, certainly, as if he was in a fair way to carry his point; but perhaps she would have hesitated, or shrunk back, when the great question came to stare her in the face.
She was excited, at any rate, by the conversation, so that, when Clement was presented to her, her thoughts could not at once be all called away from her other admirer, and she was saved from all danger of that sudden disturbance which had followed their second meeting. Whatever impression he made upon her developed itself gradually,--still, she felt strangely drawn towards him. It was not simply in his good looks, in his good manners, in his conversation, that she found this attraction, but there was a singular fascination which she felt might be dangerous to her peace, without explaining it to herself in words. She could hardly be in love with this young artist; she knew that his affections were plighted to another, a fact which keeps most young women from indulging unruly fancies; yet her mind was possessed by his image to such an extent that it left little room for that of Mr. William Murray Bradshaw.
Myrtle Hazard had been just ready to enter on a career of worldly vanity and ambition. It is hard to blame her, for we know how she came by the tendency. She had every quality, too, which fitted her to shine in the gay world; and the general law is, that those who have the power have the instinct to use it. We do not suppose that the bracelet on her arm was an amulet, but it was a symbol. It reminded her of her descent; it kept alive the desire to live over the joys and excitements of a bygone generation. If she had accepted Murray Bradshaw, she would have pledged herself to a worldly life. If she had refused him, it would perhaps have given her a taste of power that might have turned her into a coquette.
This new impression saved her for the time. She had come back to her nest in the village like a frightened bird; her heart was throbbing, her nerves were thrilling, her dreams were agitated; she wanted to be quiet, and could not listen to the flatteries or entreaties of her old lover.
It was a strong will and a subtle intellect that had arrayed their force and skill against the ill-defended citadel of Myrtle"s heart. Murray Bradshaw was perfectly determined, and not to be kept back by any trivial hindrances, such as her present unwillingness to accept him, or even her repugnance to him, if a freak of the moment had carried her so far. It was a settled thing: Myrtle Hazard must become Mrs. Bradshaw; and n.o.body could deny that, if he gave her his name, they had a chance, at least, for a brilliant future.
CHAPTER XXIX. MISTRESS KITTY f.a.gAN CALLS ON MASTER BYLES GRIDLEY.
"I "d like to go down to the store this mornin", Miss Withers, plase.
Sure I"ve niver a shoe to my fut, only jist these two that I"ve got on, an" one other pair, and thim is so full of holes that whin I "m standin"
in "em I"m outside of "em intirely."
"You can go, Kitty," Miss Silence answered, funereally.
Thereupon Kitty f.a.gan proceeded to array herself in her most tidy apparel, including a pair of shoes not exactly answering to her description, and set out straight for the house of the Widow Hopkins.
Arrived at that respectable mansion, she inquired for Mr. Gridley, and was informed that he was at home. Had a message for him,--could she see him in his study? She could if she would wait a little while. Mr.
Gridley was busy just at this minute. Sit down, Kitty, and warm yourself at the cooking-stove.
Mistress Kitty accepted Mrs. Hopkins"s hospitable offer, and presently began orienting herself, and getting ready to make herself agreeable.
The kindhearted Mrs. Hopkins had gathered about her several other pensioners besides the twins. These two little people, it may be here mentioned, were just taking a morning airing in charge of Susan Posey, who strolled along in company with Gifted Hopkins on his way to the store.
Mistress Kitty soon began the conversational blandishments so natural to her good-humored race. "It"s a little blarney that"ll jist suit th" old lady," she said to herself, as she made her first conciliatory advance.
"An" sure an" it"s a beautiful kitten you"ve got there, Mrs. Hopkins.
An" it"s a splendid mouser she is, I"ll be bound. Does n"t she look as if she"d clans the house out o"them little bastes, bad luck to em."
Mrs. Hopkins looked benignantly upon the more than middle-aged tabby, slumbering as if she had never known an enemy, and turned smiling to Mistress Kitty. "Why, bless your heart, Kitty, our old puss would n"t know a mouse by sight, if you showed her one. If I was a mouse, I"d as lieves have a nest in one of that old cat"s ears as anywhere else. You couldn"t find a safer place for one."
"Indade, an" to be sure she"s too big an" too handsome a p.u.s.s.y to be after wastin" her time on them little bastes. It"s that little tarrier dog of yours, Mrs. Hopkins, that will be after worryin" the mice an" the rats, an" the thaves too, I "ll warrant. Is n"t he a fust-rate-lookin"
watch-dog, an" a rig"ler rat-hound?"
Mrs. Hopkins looked at the little short-legged and short-winded animal of miscellaneous extraction with an expression of contempt and affection, mingled about half and half. "Worry "em! If they wanted to sleep, I rather guess he would worry "em! If barkin" would do their job for "em, nary a mouse nor rat would board free gratis in my house as they do now. Noisy little good-for-nothing tike,--ain"t you, Fret?"
Mistress Kitty was put back a little by two such signal failures. There was another chance, however, to make her point, which she presently availed herself of,--feeling pretty sure this time that she should effect a lodgement. Mrs. Hopkins"s parrot had been observing Kitty, first with one eye and then with the other, evidently preparing to make a remark, but awkward with a stranger. "That "s a beautiful part y "ve got there," Kitty said, buoyant with the certainty that she was on safe ground this time; "and tahks like a book, I "ll be bound. Poll! Poll!
Poor Poll!"
She put forth her hand to caress the intelligent and affable bird, which, instead of responding as expected, "squawked," as our phonetic language has it, and, opening a beak imitated from a tooth-drawing instrument of the good old days, made a shrewd nip at Kitty"s forefinger. She drew it back with a jerk.
"An" is that the way your part tahks, Mrs. Hopkins?"
"Talks, bless you, Kitty! why, that parrot hasn"t said a word this ten year. He used to say Poor Poll! when we first had him, but he found it was easier to squawk, and that"s all he ever does nowadays,--except bite once in a while."
"Well, an" to be sure," Kitty answered, radiant as she rose from her defeats, "if you"ll kape a cat that does n"t know a mouse when she sees it, an" a dog that only barks for his livin", and a part that only squawks an" bites an" niver spakes a word, ye must be the best-hearted woman that"s alive, an" bliss ye, if ye was only a good Catholic, the Holy Father "d make a saint of ye in less than no time!"
So Mistress Kitty f.a.gan got in her bit of Celtic flattery, in spite of her three successive discomfitures.
"You may come up now, Kitty," said Mr. Gridley over the stairs. He had just finished and sealed a letter.
"Well, Kitty, how are things going on up at The Poplars? And how does our young lady seem to be of late?"
"Whisht! whisht! your honor."
Mr. Bradshaw"s lessons had not been thrown away on his attentive listener. She opened every door in the room, "by your lave," as she said. She looked all over the walls to see if there was any old stovepipe hole or other avenue to eye or ear. Then she went, in her excess of caution, to the window. She saw nothing noteworthy except Mr. Gifted Hopkins and the charge he convoyed, large and small, in the distance. The whole living fleet was stationary for the moment, he leaning on the fence with his cheek on his hand, in one of the att.i.tudes of the late Lord Byron; she, very near him, listening, apparently, in the pose of Mignon aspirant au ciel, as rendered by Carlo Dolce Scheffer.
Kitty came back, apparently satisfied, and stood close to Mr. Gridley, who told her to sit down, which she did, first making a catch at her ap.r.o.n to dust the chair with, and then remembering that she had left that part of her costume at home.--Automatic movements, curious.
Mistress Kitty began telling in an undertone of the meeting between Mr.
Bradshaw and Miss Badlam, and of the arrangements she made for herself as the reporter of the occasion. She then repeated to him, in her own way, that part of the conversation which has been already laid before the reader. There is no need of going over the whole of this again in Kitty"s version, but we may fit what followed into the joints of what has been already told.
"He cahled her Cynthy, d" ye see, Mr. Gridley, an" tahked to her jist as asy as if they was two rogues, and she knowed it as well as he did. An"
so, says he, I"m goin" away, says he, an" I"m goin" to be gahn siveral days, or perhaps longer, says he, an" you"d better kape it, says he."
"Keep what, Kitty? What was it he wanted her to keep?" said Mr. Gridley, who no longer doubted that he was on the trail of a plot, and meant to follow it. He was getting impatient with the "says he"s" with which Kitty double-leaded her discourse.
"An" to be sure ain"t I tellin" you, Mr. Gridley, jist as fast as my breath will let me? An" so, says he, you"d better kape it, says he, mixed up with your other paupers, says he," (Mr. Gridley started,) "an"
thin we can find it in the garret, says he, whinever we want it, says he. An" if it all goes right out there, says he, it won"t be lahng before we shall want to find it, says he. And I can dipind on you, says he, for we"re both in the same boat, says he, an" you knows what I knows, says he, an" I knows what you knows, says be. And thin he taks a stack o" paupers out of his pocket, an" he pulls out one of "em, an" he says to her, says he, that"s the pauper, says he, an" if you die, says be, niver lose sight of that day or night, says he, for it"s life an"
dith to both of us, says he. An" thin he asks her if she has n"t got one o" them paupers--what is "t they cahls "em?--divilops, or some sich kind of a name--that they wraps up their letters in; an" she says no, she has n"t got none that"s big enough to hold it. So he says, give me a shate o" pauper, says he. An" thin he takes the pauper that she give him, an"
he folds it up like one o" them--divilops, if that"s the name of "em; and thin he pulls a stick o" salin"-wax out of his pocket, an" a stamp, an" he takes the pauper an" puts it into th" other pauper, along with the rest of the paupers, an" thin he folds th" other pauper over the paupers, and thin he lights a candle, an" he milts the salin"-wax, and he sales up the pauper that was outside th" other paupers, an" he writes on the back of the pauper, an" thin he hands it to Miss Badlam."
"Did you see the paper that he showed her before he fastened it up with the others, Kitty?"
"I did see it, indade, Mr. Gridley, and it"s the truth I"m tellin" ye."