Timothy's Quest

Chapter 12

Samantha ran out to the barn to hold the lantern and see that Jabe didn"t go to sleep while he was harnessing Maria. But he seemed unusually "spry" for him, although he was conducting himself in a somewhat strange and unusual manner. His loose figure shook from time to time, as with severe chills; he seemed too weak to hold up the shafts, and so he finally dropped them and hung round Maria"s neck in a sort of mild, speechless convulsion.

"What under the canopy ails you, Jabe Sloc.u.m?" asked Samantha. "I s"pose it"s one o" them everlastin" old addled jokes o" yourn you"re tryin" to hatch out, but it"s a poor time to be jokin" now. What"s the matter with you?"

""Ask me no questions "n" I"ll tell you no lies," is an awful good motto," chuckled Jabe, with a new explosion of mirth that stretched his mouth to an alarming extent. "Oh, there, I can"t hold in "nother minute.

I shall bust if I don" tell somebody! Set down on that nail kag, Samanthy, "n" I"ll let you hev a leetle slice o" this joke--if you"ll keep it to yourself. You see I know--"bout--whar--to look--for this here--runaway!"

"You hev n"t got him stowed away anywheres, hev you? If you hev, it"ll be the last joke you"ll play on Vildy c.u.mmins, I can tell you that much, Jabe Sloc.u.m."

"No, I hain"t stowed him away, but I can tell putty nigh whar he"s stowed hisself away, and I"m ready to die a-laffin" to see how it"s all turned out jest as I suspicioned "t would. You see, Samanthy Ann, I thought "bout a week ago "t would be well enough to kind o" create a demand for the young ones so "t they"d hev some kind of a market value, and so I got Elder Southwick "n" Aunt Hitty kind o" started on that tack, "n" it worked out slick as a whistle, tho" they didn"t know I was usin" of "em as innercent instruments, and Aunt Hitty don"t need much encouragement to talk; it"s a heap easier for her to drizzle "n it is to hold up! Well, I"ve ben surmisin" for a week that the boy meant to run away, and to-day I was dead sure of it; for he come to me this afternoon, when I was restin" a spell on account o" the hot sun, and he was awful low-sperrited, "n" he asked me every namable kind of a question you ever hearn tell of, and all so simple-minded that I jest turned him inside out "thout his knowin" what I was doin". Well, when I found out what he was up to I could "a" stopped him then "n" there, tho"

I don" know "s I would anyhow, for I shouldn"t like livin" in a "sylum any better "n he doos; but thinks I to myself, thinks I, I"d better let him run away, jest as he"s a plannin",--and why? Cause it"ll show what kind o" stuff he"s made of, and that he ain"t no beggar layin" roun"

whar he ain"t wanted, but a self-respectin" boy that"s wuth lookin"

after. And thinks I, Samanthy, "n" I know the wuth of him a"ready, but there"s them that hain"t waked up to it yit, namely, Miss Vildy Trypheny c.u.mmins; and as Miss Vildy Trypheny c.u.mmins is that kind o" cattle that can"t be drove, but hez to be kind o" coaxed along, mebbe this runnin"-away bizness "ll be the thing that"ll fetch her roun" to our way o" thinkin". Now I wouldn"t deceive n.o.body for a farm down East with a pig on it, but thinks I, there ain"t no deceivin" "bout this. He don"

know I know he"s goin" to run away, so he"s all square; and he never told me nothin" "bout his plans, so I"m all square; and Miss Vildy"s good as eighteen-karat gold when she gets roun" to it, so she"ll be all square; and Samanthy"s got her blinders on "n" don"t see nothin" to the right nor to the left, so she"s all square. And I ain"t inteferin" with n.o.body. I"m jest lettin" things go the way they"ve started, "n" stan"in"

to one side to see whar they"ll fetch up, kind o" like Providence. I"m leavin" Miss Vildy a free agent, but I"m shapin" circ.u.mstances so "s to give her a chance. But, land! if I"d fixed up the thing to suit myself I couldn"t "a" managed it as Timothy hez, "thout knowin" that he was managin" anything. Look at that letter bizness now! I couldn"t "a" writ that letter better myself! And the sperrit o" the little feller, jest takin" his dorg "n" lightin" out with nothin" but a perlite good-bye!

Well I can"t stop to talk no more "bout it now, or we won"t ketch him, but we"ll jest try Wilkins"s Woods, Maria, "n" see how that goes. The river road leads to Edgewood "n" Hillside, whar there"s consid"able hayin" bein" done, as I happened to mention to Timothy this afternoon; and plenty o" blackberries "side the road, "specially after you pa.s.s the wood-pile on the left-hand side, whar there"s a reg"lar garding of "em right "side of an old hoss-blanket that"s layin" there; one that I happened to leave there one time when I was sleepin" ou"doors for my health, and that was this afternoon "bout five o"clock, so I guess it hain"t changed its location sence."

Jabe and Miss Vilda drove in silence along the river road that skirted Wilkins"s Woods, a place where Jabe had taken Timothy more than once, so he informed Miss Vilda, and a likely road for him to travel if he were on his way to some of the near villages.

Poor Miss Vilda! Fifty years old, and in twenty summers and winters scarcely one lovely thought had blossomed into lovelier deed and shed its sweetness over her arid and colorless life. And now, under the magic spell of tender little hands and innocent lips, of luminous eyes that looked wistfully into hers for a welcome, and the touch of a groping helplessness that fastened upon her strength, the woman in her woke into life, and the beauty and fragrance of long-ago summers came back again as in a dream.

After having driven three or four miles, they heard a melancholy sound in the distance; and as they approached a huge wood-pile on the left side of the road, they saw a small woolly form perched on a little rise of ground, howling most melodiously at the August moon, that hung like a ball of red fire in the cloudless sky.

"That"s a sign of death in the family, ain"t it, Jabe?" whispered Miss Vilda faintly.

"So they say," he answered cheerfully; "but if "t is, I can "count for it, bein" as how I fertilized the pond lilies with a mess o" four white kittens this afternoon; and as Rags was with me when I done it, he may know what he"s bayin" "bout,--if "t is Rags, "n" it looks enough like him to be him,--"n" it is him, by Jiminy, "n" Timothy"s sure to be somewheres near. I"ll get out "n" look roun" a little."

"You set right still, Jabe, I"ll get out myself, for if I find that boy I"ve got something to say to him that n.o.body can say for me."

As Jabe drew the wagon up beside the fence, Rags bounded out to meet them. He knew Maria, bless your soul, the minute he clapped his eyes on her, and as he approached Miss Vilda"s congress boot his quivering whiskers seemed to say, "Now, where have I smelled that boot before? If I mistake not, it has been applied to me more than once. Ha! I have it!

Miss Vilda c.u.mmins of the White Farm, owner of the white cat and hash-pan, and companion of the lady with the firm hand, who wields the broom!" whereupon he leaped up on Miss c.u.mmins"s black alpaca skirts, and made for her flannel garters in a way that she particularly disliked.

"Now," said she, "if he"s anything like the dogs you hear tell of, he"ll take us right to Timothy."

"Wall, I don" know," said Jabe cautiously; "there"s so many kinds o"

dorg in him you can"t hardly tell what he will do. When dorgs is mixed beyond a certain p"int it kind o" muddles up their instincks, "n" you can"t rely on "em. Still you might try him. Hold still, "n" see what he"ll do."

Miss Vilda "held still," and Rags jumped on her skirts.

"Now, set down, "n" see whar he"ll go."

Miss Vilda sat down, and Rags went into her lap.

"Now, make believe start somewheres, "n" mebbe he"ll get ahead "n" put you on the right track."

Miss Vilda did as she was told, and Rags followed close at her heels.

"Gorry! I never see sech a fool!--or wait,--I"ll tell you what"s the matter with him. Mebbe he ain"t sech a fool as he looks. You see, he knows Timothy wants to run away and don"t want to be found "n" clapped into a "sylum, "n" nuther does he. And not bein" sure o" your intentions, he ain"t a-goin" to give hisself away; that"s the way I size Mr. Rags up!"

"Nice doggy, nice doggy!" shuddered Miss Vilda, as Rags precipitated himself upon her again. "Show me where Timothy is, and then we"ll go back home and have some nice bones. Run and find your little master, that"s a good doggy!"

It would be a clever philosopher who could divine Rags"s special method of logic, or who could write him down either as fool or sage. Suffice it to say that, at this moment (having run in all other possible directions, and wishing, doubtless, to keep on moving), he ran round the wood-pile; and Miss Vilda, following close behind, came upon a little figure stretched on a bit of gray blanket. The pale face shone paler in the moonlight; there were traces of tears on the cheeks; but there was a heavenly smile on his parted lips, as if his dream-mother had rocked him to sleep in her arms. Rags stole away to Jabe (for even mixed dogs have some delicacy), and Miss Vilda went down on her knees beside the sleeping boy.

"Timothy, Timothy, wake up!"

No answer.

"Timothy, wake up! I"ve come to take you home!"

Timothy woke with a sob and a start at that hated word, and seeing Miss Vilda at once jumped to conclusions.

"Please, please, dear Miss Vildy, don"t take me to the Home, but find me some other place, and I"ll never, never run away from it!"

"My blessed little boy, I"ve come to take you back to your own home at the White Farm."

It was too good to believe all at once. "n.o.body wants me there," he said hesitatingly.

"Everybody wants you there," replied Miss Vilda, with a softer note in her voice than anybody had ever heard there before. "Samantha wants you, Gay wants you, and Jabe is waiting out here with Maria, for he wants you."

"But do you want me?" faltered the boy.

"I want you more than all of "em put together, Timothy; I want you, and I need you most of all," cried Miss Vilda, with the tears coursing down her withered cheeks; "and if you"ll only forgive me for hurtin" your feelin"s and makin" you run away, you shall come to the White Farm and be my own boy as long as you live."

"Oh, Miss Vildy, darling Miss Vildy! are we both of us adopted, and are we truly going to live with you all the time and never have to go to the Home?" Whereupon, the boy flung his loving arms round Miss Vilda"s neck in an ecstasy of grat.i.tude; and in that sweet embrace of trust and confidence and joy, the stone was rolled away, once and forever, from the sepulchre of Miss Vilda"s heart, and Easter morning broke there.

SCENE XVI.

_The New Homestead._

TIMOTHY"S QUEST IS ENDED, AND SAMANTHA SAYS "COME ALONG, DAVE!"

"Jabe Sloc.u.m! Do you know it"s goin" on seven o"clock "n" not a single ch.o.r.e done?"

Jabe yawned, turned over, and listened to Samantha"s unwelcome voice, which (considerably louder than the voice of conscience) came from the outside world to disturb his delicious morning slumbers.

"Jabe Sloc.u.m! Do you hear me?"

"Hear you? Gorry! you"d wake the seven sleepers if they was any whar within ear-shot!"

"Well, will you git up?"

"Yes, I"ll git up if you"re goin" to hev a brash "bout it, but I wish you hedn"t waked me so awful suddent. "Don"t ontwist the mornin" glory"

"s my motto. Wait a spell "n" the sun "ll do it, "n" save a heap o" wear "n" tear besides. Go "long! I"ll git up."

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