"She is quite satisfactory, thank you, and good-morning, Mr. Sniffins."
"Oh, I say, won"t you give me just one turn? Never see anyone could skate like you-"
"Hadyn, isn"t it about time we went home? Just one more spin, please,"
and turning toward Hadyn Stuyvesant Constance held out both hands toward him. He had turned to speak to another member of the party, and until that moment had not been aware of Sniffins" intrusion. At sight of Constance"s face his own changed, and he gave a quick glance at the man, who seemed undecided as to whether it would be wiser to accept his dismissal or persist in his unwelcome attentions. It may have been something in Hadyn"s glance which deterred him, for with another impressive bow he skated rapidly away, muttering:
"Little sn.o.b! Thinks she"s out of sight; but she ain"t any better"n others who are makin" their pile, and I"ll learn her yet."
"Who is he? What is the matter, little girl?" asked Hadyn, as he and Constance swung away over the ice.
"Why, it"s that odious man. I don"t know what to make of him. This is the second time he has forced himself upon me, and why he does so is more than I can fathom. He is the Fire Insurance Agent down in State Street; and the only time we have ever had any intercourse whatsoever with him was when the house burned. But _I_ did not see him even then.
Mother or Mammy were the only ones who had any dealings with him at that time, though once later, when the Candy Booth in the Arcade caught fire, he did speak to me, now I remember, though I had quite forgotten it.
What in this world can the man want? I declare he half frightens me, he is so audacious."
She then told Hadyn of Sniffins" visit to the Arcade. He listened attentively, seeing far more in it than the girl beside him guessed, but taking care not to let her know.
"And you did not engage his sister, after all?" he inquired.
"No; I have a Katherine Boggs doing duty there. She"s a quiet, nice little thing, and not likely to do the "rushin" business with all the young fools," which this idiot seems to think a requisite qualification.
Ugh! How I loathe the very sight of that man! It"s mighty lucky I did not engage his sister, isn"t it? He would have used her as a wedge to force his presence upon me, though why on earth he wishes to is more than I can understand."
The face she turned up to Hadyn"s was the very personification of sweetness and modesty.
He looked at her, a slight color creeping into his own and a light filling his eyes, which for the first time since she had known him sent an odd little thrill to the girl"s heart, which caused it to beat a trifle quicker, and her eyes to fall before his. It was all over in a moment, and all he said was:
"Keep your modesty, little girl. It is a valuable a.s.set to womanhood.
And now we must get back home, or the little Mother and Mammy will get after us."
CHAPTER X
"THEN CAME THE WILD WEATHER."
January and February, bl.u.s.tery, wild months, crept slowly away, and March, still more bl.u.s.tery, came in. The cold and dampness told upon poor old Charles, and more than one day found him a fast prisoner in the "baid," which, in spite of Mammy"s conviction "dat it fair hit de sore spots," frequently failed to find Charles", and only served to smother his groans. Then one day, when, in spite of his spouse"s protests, he insisted upon going to the Arcade in a driving snowstorm, the climax was reached, and when Charles reached his little cabin at nightfall he was "cl"ar beat out an" ready fer ter drap," as Mammy told Mrs. Carruth. The next day he was downright ill, and a physician had to be summoned.
"Seem lak, seem lak de very ol" boy hisself done got inter dat man,"
scolded Mammy, her wrath the outcome of nervous irritation, for Charles was the pride and the love of her life. "No matter how I is ter argify wid him, he just natcherly boun" ter go "long ter dat Arcyde yistiddy, an" now see what done come of it! Gawd bress ma soul, I reckons I"d smack him good ef he warn"t lyin" dar groanin" so wid his misery dat he lak "nough wouldn"t feel de smacks I give him. Tch! tch!" and Mammy shook her head ominously.
"Poor Charles! I"ll go right out to the cabin, Mammy, and sit with him while you look after your cooking; it"s too bad, too bad; but I think he will soon be about again."
"Yes, an" ef yo" goes out in dis hyar blizzardy weather I"ll have two sick folks on my han"s "stid o" one. Now, see here, Miss Jinny, yo" min"
me an" stay indoors! Yo" hear me?"
"Nonsense, Mammy. Do you think I shall take cold by walking from here to your cabin? How foolish," protested Mrs. Carruth. "Your luncheon counter cannot be neglected, and with but one pair of hands how can you do your cooking and nurse Charles, too?"
As she spoke Mrs. Carruth tied a scarf over her head and wrapped a long, heavy cloak about her, Mammy never for a second ceasing to protest.
"Now come, Mammy," she said, leading the way to the back door, Mammy following and scolding every step of the way. As they opened the door leading to the back porch they were a.s.sailed by a gust of wind and a whirl of snow which blinded them, and at the same time nearly carried them off their feet.
"Mighty man! Go "long back, Miss Jinny" Go back! Dis hyar ain"t no fittin" place fer yo", I tells yo"," gasped Mammy, turning to bar Mrs.
Carruth"s progress, for even Mammy"s weight was as a straw against the gale which swept around the corner of the porch. But slight as she was, Mrs. Carruth was not to be overborne. For a moment she laid hold of the porch railing to steady herself, then with a firm hold upon her flapping cloak braced herself against the wind, and started for the cottage.
Mammy was for once silenced, simply because the words were swept from her lips as soon as she tried to form them.
Earlier in the morning an attempt had been made to clear a path to the cottage; but in such a wild, howling blizzard a half hour was more than enough to set man"s work at naught, and Mrs. Carruth and Mammy had to flounder through the snowdrifts as best they could, and were breathless when they reached the bottom of the garden.
"Fo" Gawd"s sake, come unner de lee ob de house "fore yo" is blown daid unner ma eyes, honey," panted Mammy. "Oh, why for is we ever come ter sech a place fer ter live! We all gwine be froz daid "fore we kin draw our brefs. Come in de house, Miss Jinny, come in," and, half dragging, half carrying her mistress, Mammy led her into the cabin where the little darkey, Mammy"s handmaiden, stood with her eyes nearly popping out of her head with fright, for she had been watching them from the safe shelter of the kitchen.
Mrs. Carruth dropped upon a chair well-nigh exhausted, for even though the cabin was barely two hundred feet from the house, it had required all the strength she could summon to battle her way to it in the force and smother of the blizzard.
"Why-why, I"d no idea it was so terrible," she panted. "I"ve never known such a storm."
"Ain"t I tell yo" so? Ain"t I tell yo" not ter come out in it? An" how I is ter git yo" back ter de house is mo"n I kin tell," deplored Mammy, as she hastily divested herself of her own wrappings and then turned to remove her mistress".
"Yo" foots is soppin", soakin" wet. Yo" mought as well not "a" had no rubbers on "em, fer yo" is wet ter de knees. Hyer, you no "count Mirandy, get me some hot water, an" den hike upstairs fo" de bottle ob alcohol, yo" hyer me!" stormed Mammy, relieved to find someone to vent her irritation upon. "An" yo" ain"t gwine back ter dat house whilst dis storm is ragin", let me tell yo"."
"I am all right, Mammy; this is mere folly. I shall be as dry as a bone in just a few minutes," protested Mrs. Carruth.
"Yis! Yis! An" lak enough chilled to de bone, too. Now, yo" min" what I tells you," and, in spite of their protests, Mrs. Carruth was presently rubbed and warmed into dry garments and comfort. It was well Constance"s Candy Kitchen communicated with Mammy"s quarters, and that a supply of clothing was always kept in it. It was deserted this morning, for Mary and f.a.n.n.y had gone home on the previous, Sat.u.r.day afternoon, and the storm had made it impossible for them to return. A large supply of candy had been sent to the Arcade on Sat.u.r.day morning; so even if customers were courageous enough to face the blizzard in quest of sweets there would be no lack of of sweets to please the sweet tooth, and Constance was glad of the respite the storm gave her, for, like many another busy little business woman, she found many things to attend to in the house when she could steal the time from her regular duties.
This morning she was busy with a dozen little odd bits of work, while Jean, school impossible in such weather, was lost to all the outer world in a new book.
When Mrs. Carruth was made comfortable she went upstairs to Charles. She found him in a sorry plight, and saw at once that poor old Charles was in a more serious condition than Mammy realized, troubled as she was about him; but this was carefully concealed from the old woman.
"We have both to take our scolding now," she said as she seated herself near him. "Mammy will never forgive either of us for disobeying her, Charles. But what can I do for you?"
Charles was too stiff and full of pain to move, but he tried to smile bravely as he answered:
"Reckons we"d better a-minded her, Honey. Reckons we had. She"s a mighty pert "oman, she is, an" when she say do, we better _do_, an" when she say don"t, we better _don"t_, dat"s suah. An" jes" look at me! Hyar I layin" lak I tied han" an" foot, an" de bis"ness down yonder gwine ter rack an" ruin, lak "nough, wid dat no "count boy a-runnin" it. And Charles groaned in tribulation of spirit.
"Wait a moment; I"ll see that all goes well down there," answered Mrs.
Carruth, soothingly, and slipping away from the room she went into the deserted Bee-hive to "phone to the Arcade. After considerable delay she got Mr. Porter and told him the situation. He was all interest, and begged her to tell Charles that if necessary he himself would mount guard over the luncheon counter. She next called Hadyn, and asked him to let her know how all went at the candy booth. He a.s.sured her that all was well, but that business did not seem to be flourishing.
"Will you please tell Miss Boggs to close it for the day and to go home at once, Hadyn? The storm grows worse every moment, I believe, and if she remains there any longer she may not be able to get home."
"I"ll tell her, and I"ll see that she gets home, too. Don"t worry, little mother. I"ll be down a little later to see how you all fare."
"Oh, no! No! Don"t try to come. We are all right, and you must not try to drive here in this awful storm. Promise me that you won"t, Hadyn."
"Can"t make rash promises, and Comet has breasted even worse storms than this," was the laughing answer. "Who is looking after your furnace, now that Charles is down and out?"
"Mr. Henry"s man. He was here this morning, and will be back this evening. We lack nothing, and we don"t want you under _any_ circ.u.mstances. Please, say you won"t try to come."
"Not unless--" Then there was a whirr and one or two disconnected words and the connection broke short off. No wires could long withstand the weight of ice and snow and the force of wind wrenching at them. Mrs.
Carruth tried again and again to get the connection, but all to no purpose, and with a strange apprehension in her heart she returned to Charles" bedside to rea.s.sure him regarding his luncheon counter.
At noon the doctor called to see Charles, and during Mammy"s absence from the room Mrs. Carruth contrived to have a word with him.