But in this burst of bravado he had taken too little account of his attire. He recalled it now, for the frosty gray eyes of Juliana ran about him and came to rest upon his own eyes. For the taut moment that he braved her glance it unaccountably seemed to him that the forbidding mouth of the woman twitched nervously into the beginning of a smile. It was a fleeting effect, but it did seem as if she had almost laughed, then caught herself. And there was a tremolo defect in the organ tone with which she now again demanded in blistering politeness, "May I ask what this means?"
The quick-thinking Merle twin had by now devised an exit from any complicity in whatever was meant. He saw his way out. He spoke up brightly and with no shadow of guilt upon his fair young face.
"I told her it was wrong for the young to smoke; it stunts their growth and leads to evil companions. But she wouldn"t listen to me."
There was a nice regret in his tone.
Miss Juliana ignored him.
"Patricia!" she said, terribly.
But the late Ben Blunt, after the first devastating shock, had been recovering vitality for this ordeal.
"I don"t care!" she announced. "I"ll run away if I want to!" And again, bitterly, "I don"t care!"
"Run away!"
Juliana fairly bayed the words. She made running away seem to be something nice people never, never did.
"I don"t care!" repeated the fugitive, dully.
There was a finality about it that gave Juliana pause. She had expected a crumpling, but the offender did not crumple. It seemed another tack must be taken.
"Indeed?" she inquired, almost cooingly. "And may I ask if this absurd young creature was to accompany you on your--your travels?" She indicated the gowned Wilbur, who would then have gone joyously to his reward, even as had Jonas Whipple. His look of dumb suffering would have stayed a judge less conscientious. "I presume this is some young lady of your acquaintance--one of your little girl friends," she continued, though it was plain to all that she presumed nothing of the sort.
"He is not!" The look of dumb suffering had stoutened one heart to new courage. "He"s a very nice little boy, and he gave me these ragged clothes to run away in, and now he"ll have to wear his Sunday clothes.
And you know he"s a boy as well as I do!"
"She made him take a lot of money for it," broke in the Merle twin. "I was afraid she wasn"t doing right, but she wouldn"t listen to me, so she gave him the money and I took charge of it for him."
He beamed virtuously at Miss Juliana, who now rewarded him with a hurried glance of approval. It seemed to Miss Juliana and to him that he had been on the side of law and order, condemning and seeking to dissuade the offenders from their vicious proceedings. He felt that he was a very good little boy, indeed, and that the tall lady was understanding it. He had been an innocent bystander.
Miss Juliana again eyed the skirted Wilbur, and the viewless wind of a smile"s beginning blew across the lower half of her accusing face. Then she favoured the mere street urchin with a glance of extreme repugnance.
"I shall have to ask all of you to come with me," she said, terribly.
"Where to?" demanded the chief culprit.
"You know well enough."
This was all too true.
"Me?" demanded the upright Merle, as if there must have been some mistake. Surely no right-thinking person could implicate him in this rowdy affair!
"You, if you please," said Miss Juliana, but she smiled beautifully upon him. He felt himself definitely aligned with the forces of justice. He all at once wanted to go. He would go as an a.s.sistant prosecuting attorney.
"Not--not me?" stammered the stricken Wilbur.
"By all means--you!" Miss Juliana sharpened her tone She added, mysteriously: "It would be good without you--good, but not perfect."
"Now I guess you"ll learn how to behave yourself in future!" admonished Merle, the preacher, and edged toward Miss Juliana as one withdrawing from contamination.
"Oh, not me!" pleaded the voice of Wilbur.
"I think you heard me," said Miss Juliana. "Come!"
She uttered "come" so that not mountains would have dared stay, much less a frightened little boy in a girl"s dress. In his proper garb there had been instant and contemptuous flight. But the dress debased all his manly instincts. He came crawling, as the worm. The recent Ben Blunt pulled a cap over a shorn head and advanced stoically before the group.
"One moment," said Miss Juliana. "We seem to be forgetting something."
She indicated the hat of Patricia Whipple lying on the ground near where smouldered the two ends of the abandoned pennygrab. "I think you might resume this, my dear, and restore the cap to its rightful owner." It was but a further play of her debased fancy. The mere street urchin was now decked in a girl"s hat and a presumable girl wore an incongruous cap. "I will ask you two rare specimens to precede me," she said when the change was made. They preceded her.
"I don"t care!" This was more bravado from the urchin.
"Well, don"t you care!" Juliana said it, soothingly.
"I will, too, care!" retorted the urchin, betraying her s.e.x.
"Will she take us to the jail?" whispered the trembling Wilbur.
"Worse!" said the girl. "She"ll take us home!" Side by side they threaded an aisle between rows of the carefree dead, whom no malignant Miss Juliana could torture. Behind them marched their captor, Merle stepping blithely beside her.
"It"s lovely weather for this time of year," they heard him say.
CHAPTER II
They came all too soon to a gate giving upon the public road and the world of the living who make remarks about strange sights they witness.
Still it was a quiet street, and they were accorded no immediate reception. There stood the pony cart of Miss Juliana, and this, she made known, they were to enter. It was a lovely vehicle, drawn by a lovely fat pony, and the Wilbur twin had often envied those privileged to ride in it. Never had he dreamed so rich a treat could be his. Now it was to be his, but the thing was no longer a lovely pony cart; it was a tumbril--worse than a tumbril, for he was going to a fate worse than death.
The shameful skirt flopped about his bare legs as he awkwardly clambered into the rear seat beside the s.e.x-muddled creature in a boy"s suit and a girl"s hat. Miss Juliana and the G.o.dly Merle in the front seat had very definitely drawn aloof from the outcasts. They chatted on matters at large in the most polite and social manner. They quite appeared to have forgotten that their equipage might attract the notice of the vulgar.
When from time to time it actually did this the girl held her head brazenly erect and shot back stare for stare, but the Wilbur twin bowed low and suffered.
Sometimes it would merely be astounded adults who paused to regard them, to point canes or fingers at them. But again it would be the young who had never been disciplined to restrain their emotions in public. Some of these ran for a time beside the cart, with glad cries, their clear, ringing voices raised in comments of a professedly humorous character.
Under Juliana"s direction the cart did not progress too rapidly. At one crossing she actually stopped the thing until Ellis Bristow, who was blind, had with his knowing cane tapped a safe way across the street.
The Wilbur twin at this moment frankly rejoiced in the infirmity of poor Ellis Bristow. It was sweet relief not to have him stop and stare and point. If given the power at this juncture he would have summarily blinded all the eyes of Newbern Center.
Up shaded streets they progressed, leaving a wake of purest joy astern.
But at last they began the ascent of West Hill, that led to the Whipple New Place, leaving behind those streets that came alive at their approach. For the remainder of their dread progress they would elicit only the startled regard of an occasional adult farmer.
"What"ll she do to us?" The Wilbur twin mumbled this under cover of sprightly talk from the front seat. His brother at the moment was boasting of his scholastic attainments. He had, it appeared, come on amazingly in long division.
"She won"t do a thing!" replied his companion in shame. "Don"t you be afraid!"
"I am afraid. But I wouldn"t be afraid if I had my pants on again,"
explained the Wilbur twin, going accurately to the soul of his panic.