"I don"t answer any of the judge"s questions!" I replied sharply enough, not yet seeing what the man was after. But he told me bluntly enough that I was suspected of setting fire to the barn, and drove me back to the town, where I stayed in the sheriff"s custody until my uncle came late that night and bailed me out. Will was with him. Father didn"t want me to come home, so Will let me understand. Neither he nor my uncle thought I was innocent, but they hoped that there might not be enough evidence to convict me. Some one on the creek road had seen me going past the barn a little time before the fire was discovered, and that was the only ground for suspecting me.
The next morning I got my uncle (who wouldn"t trust me out of his sight) to drive me over to the Rudge place. He sat in the team while I went up to the house and knocked. I was feeling pretty desperate in my mind, but if May would only believe my story, I shouldn"t care about the others. She would understand quick enough why I never appeared at the farm the day before. Old man Rudge came to the door, and when he saw me, he drew back and asked me what my business was.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "_I guess she don"t want much to see you._"]
"I want to see May," I said.
"I guess she don"t want much to see you."
"I must see her."
The sound of our voices brought Mrs. Rudge from the kitchen.
"Mother," old Rudge said, "Van wants to see May."
"Well, Cyrus, it won"t do any harm, I guess."
When May came to the door she waited for me to speak.
"I want to tell you, May," I said slowly, "that I didn"t have any hand in burning the judge"s barn."
"I don"t want to believe you did," she said.
"But you do all the same!" I cried sharply.
"Every one says you did, Van," she answered doubtfully.
"So you think I could do a mean, sneaky thing like that?" I replied hotly, and added bitterly: "And then not have sense enough to get out of the way! Well, I know what this means: you and Will have put your heads together. You"re welcome to him!"
"You"ve no reason to say such things, Van!" she exclaimed.
"There ain"t no use in you talking with my girl, Harrington," put in Rudge, who had come back to the door. "And I don"t want you coming here any more."
"How about that, May?" I asked. "Do you tell me to go?"
Her lips trembled, and she looked at me more kindly. Perhaps in another moment she would have answered and not failed me. But hot and heady as I was by nature, and smarting from all that had happened, I wanted a ready answer: I would not plead for myself.
"So you won"t take my word for it?" I said, turning away.
"The word of a drunkard and a good-for-nothing!" the old man fired after me.
"Oh, father! don"t," I heard May say. Then perhaps she called my name.
But I was at the gate, and too proud to turn back.
I was discharged the next week. Although there was nothing against me except the fact that I had been seen about the barn previous to the fire, and the well-known enmity between me and the judge, it would have gone hard with me had it not been for the fact that in the ruins of the burned barn they found the remains of an old farm-hand, who had probably wandered in there while drunk and set the place on fire with his pipe.
When I was released my uncle said the folks were ready to have me back home; but without a word I started north on the county road in the direction of the great city.
"So," said his Honor, when I had finished my story in the dingy chamber of the police court, "you want me to believe that you really had no hand in firing that barn any more than you took this lady"s purse?"
But he smiled to himself, at his own penetration, I suppose, and when we were back in the court room that dreaded sentence fell from his lips like a shot,--"Officer, the prisoner is discharged."
"I knew he was innocent!" the young lady exclaimed the next instant.
"But, Judge, where is the purse and my friend Worden"s fur coat?" the old gentleman protested.
"You don"t see them about him, do you, Doctor?" the judge inquired blandly. Then he turned to me: "Edward, I think that you have told me an honest story. I hope so."
He took a coin from his pocket.
"Here"s a dollar, my boy. Buy a ticket for as far as this will take you, and walk the rest of the way home."
"I guess I have come to Chicago to stay," I answered. "They aren"t breaking their hearts over losing me down home."
"Well, my son, as you think best. In this glorious Republic it is every man"s first privilege to take his own road to h.e.l.l. But, at any rate, get a good dinner to start on. We don"t serve first-cla.s.s meals here."
"I"ll return this as soon as I can," I said, picking up the coin.
"The sooner the better; and the less we see of each other in the future, the better, eh?"
I grinned, and started for the door through which I had been brought into court, but an officer pointed to another door that led to the street. As I made for it I pa.s.sed near the young lady. She called to me:--
"Mister, mister, what will you do now?"
"Get something to eat first, and then look for another purse, perhaps,"
I replied.
She blushed very prettily.
"I am sorry I accused you, but you were looking at me so hard just then--I thought.... I want you to take this!"
She tried to give me a bill rolled up in a little wad.
"No, thanks," I said, moving off.
"But you may need it. Every one says it"s so hard to find work."
"Well, I don"t take money from a woman."
"Oh!" She blushed again.
Then she ran to the old gentleman, who was talking to the judge, and got from him a little black memorandum-book.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "_I want you to take this._"]
"You see, my cards were all in the purse. But there!" she said, writing down her name and address on the first page. "You will know now where to come in case you need help or advice."