CHAPTER XXIII.
SANS SOUCI"S LAST FUN.
"The inconceivable idiots!" said Thurston, as he strode on through the park of Luckenough, "to fancy that any one with eyes, heart and brain, could possibly fall in love with the "Will-o"-the-wisp" Jacquelina, or worse, that giglet, Angelica; when he sees Marian! Marian, whose least sunny tress is dearer to me than are all the living creatures in the world besides. Marian, for whose possession I am now about to risk everything, even her own esteem. Yet, she will forgive me; I will earn her forgiveness by such devoted love."
He hurried on until he reached an outer gate, through which old Oliver was driving a cart loaded with wood. As if to disenc.u.mber himself, he threw his game bag and valuable fowling piece to the old man, saying:
"There, uncle; there"s a present for you," and without waiting to hear his thanks, hurried on, leaping hedges and ditches, until he came to the spot where he had left his horse tied since the morning. Throwing himself into his saddle, he put spurs to his horse, and galloped away toward the village, nor drew rein until he reached a little tavern on the water side. He threw his bridle to an hostler in waiting, and hurrying in, demanded to be shown into a private room. The little parlor was placed at his disposal. Here, for form"s sake, he called for the newspaper, cigars and a bottle of wine (none of which he discussed, however), dismissed the attendant, and sat waiting.
Presently the odor of tar, bilge water, tobacco and rum warned him that his expected visitor was approaching. And an instant after the door was opened, and a short, stout, dark man in a weather-proof jacket, duck trousers, cow-hide shoes, and tarpaulin hat entered.
"Well, Miles, I"ve been waiting for you here more than an hour," said Thurston, impatiently.
"Ay, ay, sir--all right. I"ve been cruising round, reconnoitering the enemy"s coast," replied the man, removing the quid of tobacco from his mouth, and reluctantly casting it into the fire.
"You are sure you know the spot?"
"Ay, ay? sir--the beach just below the Old Fields farmhouse."
"And south of the Pine Bluff."
"Ay, ay, sir. I know the port--that ain"t the head wind!" said Jack Miles, pushing up the side of his hat, and scratching his head with a look of doubt and hesitation.
"What is, then, you blockhead?" asked Thurston, impatiently; "is your hire insufficient?"
"N-n-n--yes--I dunno! You see, cap"n, if I wer" c.o.c.k sure, as that "ere little craft you want carried of wer" yourn."
"Hush! don"t talk so loud. You"re not at sea in a gale, you fool. Well, go on. Speak quickly and speak lower."
"I wer" gwine to say, if so be I wer" sure you wer" the cap"n of her, why then it should be plain sailing, with no fog around, and no breakers ahead."
"Well! I am, you fool. She is mine--my wife."
"Well, but, cap"n," said the speaker, still hesitating, "if so be that"s the case, why don"t she strike her colors to her rightful owner? Why don"t you take command in open daylight, with the drums a-beating, and the flags a-flying? What must you board her like a pirate in this way fur? I"ve been a-thinkin" on it, and I think it"s dangerous steering along this coast. You see it"s all in a fog; I can"t make out the land nowhere, and I"m afraid I shall be on the rocks afore I knows it. You see, cap"n, I never wer" in such a thick mist since I first went to sea.
No offense to you, cap"n!"
"Oh, none in the world! No skillful pilot will risk his vessel in a fog.
But I have a certain golden telescope of magic powers. It enables you to see clearly through the thickest mist, the darkest night that ever fell.
I will give it to you. In other words, I promised you five hundred dollars for this job. Come, accomplish it to-night, and you shall have a thousand. Is the mist lifting?"
"I think it is, cap"n! I begin to see land."
"Very well! now, is your memory as good as your sight? Do you recollect the plan?"
"Ay, ay, sir."
"Just let me hear you go over it."
"I"m to bring the vessel round, and lay to about a quarter of a mile o"
the coast. At dusk I"m to put off in a skiff and row to Pine Bluff, and lay under its shadow till I hear your signal. Then I"m to put to sh.o.r.e and take in the--the--"
"The cargo."
"Ay, ay, sir, the cargo."
Leaving the two conspirators to improve and perfect their plot, we must return to the breakfast parlor at Luckenough. The family were a.s.sembled around the table. Dr. Grimshaw"s dark, sombre and lowering looks, enough to have spread a gloom over any circle, effectually banished cheerfulness from the board. Marian had had no opportunity of reading her note--she had slipped it into her pocket But as soon as breakfast was over, amid the bustle of rising from the table, Marian withdrew to a window and glanced over the lines.
"My own dearest one, forgive my haste this morning. I regret the necessity of leaving so abruptly. I earnestly implore you to see me once more--upon the beach, near the Pine Bluffs, this evening at dusk. I have something of the utmost importance to say to you."
She hastily crumpled the note, and thrust it into her pocket just as Jacquelina"s quizzical face looked over her shoulder.
"You"re going to stay all day with me, Marian?"
"Yes, love--that is, till after dinner. Then I shall have to beg of Mrs.
Waugh the use of the carriage to go home."
"Well, then, I will ride with you, Marian, and return in the carriage."
All the company, with the exception of Mrs. Waugh, Marian and Jacquelina, had left the breakfast-room.
Mrs. Waugh was locking her china closet, and when she had done, she took her bunch of keys, and turning to Marian, said:
"Hebe, dear, I want you to go with me and see poor old Cracked Nell. She is staying in one of our quarters. I think she has not long to live, and I want you to talk to her."
"Now?"
"Yes, dear, I am going to carry her some breakfast. So, come along, and get your mantle," said the good woman, pa.s.sing out through the door.
Marian followed, drawing out her pocket handkerchief to tie over her head; and as she did so, the note, unperceived by her, fluttered out, and fell upon the carpet.
Jacquelina impulsively darted upon it, picked it up, opened, and read it. Had Jacquelina first paused to reflect, she would never have done so. But when did the elf ever stop to think? As she read, her eyes began to twinkle, and her feet to patter up and down, and her head to sway from side to side, as if she could scarcely keep from singing and dancing for glee.
"Well, now, who"d a thought it! Thurston making love to Marian! And keeping the courtship close, too, for fear of the old miser. Lord, but look here! This was not right of me? Am I a pocket edition of Miss Nancy Skamp! Forbid it, t.i.tania, Queen of the Fairies! But I didn"t steal it--I found it! And I must, oh! must plague Grim a little with this!
Forgive me, Marian, but for the life and soul of me, I can"t help keeping this to plague Grim! You see, I promised to pay him when he charged me with swallowing an a.s.signation, and now if I don"t pay him, if I don"t make him perspire till he faints, my name is not Mrs.
Professor Grimshaw! Let"s see! What shall I do! Oh! Why, can"t I pretend to lose it, just as Marian lost it, and drop it where he"ll find it? I have it! Eureka!" soliloquized the dancing elf, as she placed her handkerchief in the bottom of her pocket, and the note on top of it, and pa.s.sed on to the drawing-room to "bide her time."
That soon came. She found the professor and the commodore standing in the middle of the room, in an earnest conversation, which, however, seemed near its close, for as she took her seat, the commodore said:
"Very well--I"ll attend to it, Nace," and clapped his hat upon his head, and went out, while the professor dropped himself into a chair, and took up a book.
"Oh, stop, I want to speak to you a minute, uncle." cried Jacquelina, starting up and flying after him, and as she flew, pulling out her handkerchief and letting the note drop upon the floor. A swift, sly, backward glance showed that Grim had pounced upon it like a panther on its prey.
"What in the d----l"s name are you running after me for?" burst forth the old man as Jacko overtook him.
"Why, uncle, I want to know if you"ll please to give orders in the stable to have the carriage wheels washed off nicely? They neglect it.
And I and Marian want to use it this afternoon."