Part 24 (1/2)
”I did not deem thee so unmaidenly, Priscilla, as to ask a man who loves thee to write thy love-messages to one thou favorest more highly. 'T is not well done, mistress, neither modest nor kind.”
”I wonder at thy hardihood, John Alden, putting such reproach upon me.
Never think again that I will listen to thy wooing after such insult, and thou stupid oaf, did I not tell thee that the letter was to Jeanne De la Noye, my dear girl-friend in Leyden?”
”Nay, thou toldst me no such thing.”
”Well, I tell thee now, and thou mayst put Jeanne after 'my well-beloved' at the top, an' thou wilt. Art satisfied now, thou quarrelsome fellow?”
”Satisfied that thou wilt bring me to an untimely grave, thou wicked girl!”
”Well, then sit down and finish my letter before thou seekest that same grave, for the shadow creeps on apace. Nay, now, I will be good, good John.”
”Ah well-a-day, I am indeed an oaf, as thou sayest, to be so wrought upon by a coy maid's smiles or frowns, but have thy will mistress, have thy will.”
”Nay now, John, cannot a big, brave fellow like thee take a poor maid's folly more gently? Think then, dear John, of how forlorn a maid it is; think of the graves under yon springing wheat”--
”There, there, dear heart, forgive my rude brutishness; forgive me, sweet one, or I shall go out and do some injury to myself or another, thou hast so stirred my sluggish heart”--
But a peal of laughter, rich and sweet as a bob-o-link's song, cut short his speech, and Priscilla das.h.i.+ng away the tears that hung in her archly curved eyelashes exclaimed,--
”_Thy_ sluggish heart, John! Why, thy heart is like an open tub of gunpowder, and all my poor thoughtless words seem sparks to kindle it!
Well, then, sith both are sorry, and both fain would be friends, let us get on with my fond messages to Jeanne and her sister Marie, or I shall have to put away my paper hardly the worse for thy work.”
”Well, then, thou honey bee, as sweet as thy sting is sharp, what next?”
”Tell her in thine own words how long we were cooped in yon vile-smelling old tub, and how when we landed, Mary Chilton and not I was first of all the women to leap upon the rock we call our threshold; and oh John, tell her how I am orphaned of father and mother and brother, and even the dear old servant who carried me in his arms, and many a time in Leyden walked behind us three malapert maids--oh me, oh me!”--
She turned away to the window and bowed her face in her hands, smothering the sobs that she could not quite restrain. John sat still, looking at her, his own eyes dim and his face very pale. At this moment the door was suddenly thrust open, and Standish entered the room exclaiming,--
”Is Alden here?”
”Ay, Captain,” replied the young man rising and coming forward. Standish cast a hasty glance at the figure of the young girl, another at the young man's face, and motioned him to follow outside.
”Hast thou done aught to offend Mistress Molines?” demanded he as John drew the door close after him.
”Not I,” replied he somewhat indignantly. ”She asked me to write for her to some maid of her acquaintance in Leyden, and when it came to telling of her orphanage and desolate estate her woman-heart gave way, and she was moved to tears.”
”Ay, ay, poor child! 'T is sad enow, but we will put all that right presently--yes, I promised William Molines, and so let him die at ease, and I will keep my word to the dead. A husband and a home, and haply a troop of little rogues and wenches at her knees will soon comfort her orphanhood, eh, John?”
”I know not, sir--I--doth she know of this compact betwixt her father and you?”
”Come, now, thou 'rt not my father confessor, lad, nor yet my general,”
replied Standish with peremptory good humor. ”Get thee back to thy pencraft, and when it is done come to me at the Fort, I have work for thee.”
”Yes, sir.” And the young man turned again into the house where Priscilla, quite calm, but a little subdued in manner, awaited him.
”And now wilt thou set thy name at the foot, Priscilla?” asked the scribe when the fourth side of the paper was nearly covered.