like he always did, and the old man turned to him.
"Beg pardon, sir, but Miss Wright"s mide says Miss Wright "as not come in."
"Not come in! What do you mean?"
"She"s not in her room, sir. The mide thinks she"s not been in her room during the night."
"What"s that? What"s that?" says he. "Curly, didn"t you just now say she was here? Wasn"t you up after I was?"
"I seen her around midnight," says I--"maybe later; I don"t know. I thought she went to bed. I never did hear her go out. She couldn"t of gone out--I"d of heard her."
"You"d of heard her! With you in bed yourself? What do you mean?"
The old man turned to me now and seen my face. He come close up to me.
"Where was you?" says he. "What do you mean?"
"Colonel," says I, "she was here after midnight. I ain"t been to bed at all tonight."
"What did she say to you? Why didn"t you go to bed? Where is she? What have you done?"
"I ain"t done nothing," says I. "I"ve been trying to talk to you for days, and I couldn"t. I didn"t know what to do. I didn"t want to interfere in any girl"s business and this sh.o.r.e is hers."
"It"s hers?" says he, cold and hard. "I"m in this too. There"s something in here that"s got to come out. Come!" says he.
He motioned to me and I followed him up the staircase to the part of the house that was Bonnie Bell"s--the second story and on the corner toward the lake. She had a fine, big bedroom, with wide windows, all the wood in white, and all the silks a sort of pale green.
We walked into the room; and he didn"t knock. The room was empty! Her bed hadn"t been slept in. On a chair, smoothed out, was her pale blue dress, which I remembered.
"That"s the one she wore last," says I, pointing to it. "She"s changed it."
"She"s--she"s gone!" says her pa. "Gone--without asking me--without telling me! Where"s she gone? Tell me, Curly. Has--has anybody---- My girl--where is she? Tell me!"
He had hold of my shoulders then and shook me; and I ain"t no chicken neither.
I got a look at the bed then, and there was something on the pillow. I showed it to him. It was a letter.
If you"ve ever seen a man shot, you know how it gets him. He"ll stand for a time like he ain"t hurt so bad. Then his face"ll pucker, surprised, and he"ll begin to crumble down slow. That was the way Old Man Wright done when he read the letter. It was like he was shot and trying to stand and couldn"t, only a little while.
"She"s--she"s gone!" says he, like he was talking, to someone else.
"She"s run away--from me! She"s gone, Curly!" He says it over again, and this time so loud you could of heard it for a block. "Our girl"s left here--left her father after all! Curly, tell me, what was this? Could she--did she---- How could she?"
I taken the piece of paper from his hand when he didn"t see me. It said:
Father [I never knew her to call him that before] Father, I"m going away. I"m a thief. I"ve broken your heart and Curly"s and Tom"s.
I"m the wickedest girl in the world; and I"ll never ask your forgiveness, for I don"t deserve it. You must not look for me any more. I"m going away. Good-by!
Well, that was all. The letter had been all over wet--and a man can"t cry.
"Curly," says her pa to me--"why, Curly, it can"t be! She"s hiding--she"s just joking; she wouldn"t do this with her old pa. She"s scared me awful. Come on, let"s find her, and tell her she mustn"t do this way no more. There"s some things a man can"t stand."
"Colonel," says I, "we got to stand it. She"s gone and it ain"t no joke."
"How do you know?" He turned on me savage now. "d.a.m.n you! What do you know? There"s nothing wrong about my girl--you don"t dare to tell me that there is! She couldn"t do no wrong; it wasn"t in her."
"No," says I; "she wouldn"t do anything but what she thought was right, I reckon. But, you see, you and me, we never knew her at all. I didn"t till last night about half past twelve or one o"clock."
"What do you mean? What did she say?"
"She told me she"d got to be a woman."
He stood and looked at me; and now I seen I had to come through, for the girl couldn"t be saved no more.
"Oh, h.e.l.l, Colonel," says I, "I might of known all along the thing would have to come out--it was due to break some day. I ought to of told you, of course."
"What do you mean?" says he; and he caught me once more in his hands--he"s strong too.
"Turn me loose, Colonel!" says I. "There can"t no man put hands on me--I won"t have it. I worked for you all my life pretty near, and I done right, near as I knew. Turn loose of me!"
He let go easy like, but kept his eyes on me.
"I want to be fair," says he, and he half whispered--"I want to be fair; but, the man that"s done this"ll have to settle with me! Tell me, did you and her plot against me?"
"I didn"t plot none," says I. "I was only hoping she"d forget all about it and get married and settle down."
"Forget about what? Did she have any affairs that you knew about?"
I nods then. I was glad to get it off"n my mind.
"Yes," says I; "she did."
"Who was it, Curly?" says he, quiet.
"It was the man next door--the Wisners" hired man," says I.
I"d rather of shot Old Man Wright and killed him decent than say what I did then.
"You"re a d.a.m.n liar!" says he to me at length, quiet like.
"Colonel," says I, "you can"t call that to me, nor no other man, and you know it."
"I do call it to you!" says he. "My girl couldn"t of done that."
"I wish I was a liar, Colonel," says I; "but I ain"t. I"ll give you one day to take that back, and you ain"t going to study about no proofs neither. I"ve worked for you a long time. I"ve loved the girl like you did. It ain"t no way for you to do to talk thataway to me. I"ll say I"ve knew this some time and tried to stop it--it was my business to stop it.
I tried a hundred times to tell you about it, but I couldn"t without pretty near killing her and you too. She ast me not to tell you and--why, h.e.l.l! I loved her, same as you did."
"How far has it gone, Curly?" says he. He come over now and patted his hand up and down my shoulder, looking away, which was his way of saying he was sorry. "Don"t mind me, Curly," says he. "I"m crazy! You mustn"t mind me, but tell me all you know now. I know you couldn"t lie to either of us if you tried."
"Yes, I could too," says I; "but I haven"t tried. But I just couldn"t go to you and tell you all this thing, for I knew what it would mean to you.