Part 63 (1/2)

”Nothing of the sort! You'll come upstairs and lie down.”

”No! no! not in this house. Never! never!”

”Cat's foot! Don't talk to me! Here! give me your arm! Do as I say!

There!”

And as they pa.s.sed up the stairway the parrot cried, ”Old friends!” And Direxia said, ”I'm going to loose the bulldog, Mis' Tree, and Deacon Weight says he'll be over in two minutes.”

”There isn't any dog in the house, and Deacon Weight is at Conference, and won't be back till the last of the week. That will do, Direxia; you mean well, but you are a ninny-hammer. This way! This is my grandson's room--he died here--what's the matter--feel faint--hey?”

”Yes!--I do--”

”Come, Willie--come lie down and rest on Arthur's bed--you are tired, boy.”

”Mrs. Tree, if you would not be so kind it would not be so hard--I came--to--rob--you.”

”Why, so I supposed, or thought it likely. You can have all you want, without that--there's plenty for you and me. Folks call me close, and I like to do what I like with my own money. There's plenty, I tell you, for you and me and the bird. Do you think he knew you, Willie? I believe he did.”

”G.o.d knows! When--how did you know me, Mrs. Tree?”

”Get up, Willie Jaquith, and I'll tell you. Sit down; there's the chair you made together, when you were fifteen. Remember, hey? I knew your voice at the door, or I thought I did. Then when you wouldn't look at the bead puppy, I hadn't much doubt; and when I said 'Cat's foot!' and you laughed, I knew for sure. You've had a hard time, Willie, but you are the same boy.”

”If you would not be kind, I think it would be easier. You ought to give me up, you know, and let me go to jail. I'm a drunkard and a vagrant, and worse--but--you won't--do that--you won't do that.”

”No! I won't. Hark, there's some one at the door--it's 'Malviny Weight.'

Now you lie down and rest--yes, you will--that press there is full of Arthur's clothes--then you come down and talk to me--You do as I tell you, Willie Jaquith, or I'll set the parrot on you; remember when he bit you for stealing his apple,--there's the scar still on your cheek.

Greatest wonder in the world he didn't put your eye out. Served you right if he had, too--Yes, Malviny, I'm coming!”

And as Mrs. Tree descended the stairs she was met by Mrs. Weight, who broke out saying:

”I've waited most an hour to see that tramp come out. Deacon's away, and I was scairt to death, but I'm a mother and I had to come. How I had the courage I don't know, when I thought you and Mis' Tree might meet my eyes both layin' dead in this entry. Where is he? Don't you help or harbor him now, Direxia Hawkes! I saw his evil eye as he stood on the doorstep, and I knew by the way he peeked and peered that he was after no good. Where is he? I know he didn't go out. Hus.h.!.+ Don't say a word!

I'll slip out and round and get Hiram Sawyer. My boys is to singing-school, and it was a special ordering that I happened to look out at the window just that moment of time. Where did you say he--”

”Why, good evening, Malviny, what was it you were saying?”

”I'm sure, Mis' Tree, it's not on my own account I come. I'm the last to intrude, as any one in this village can tell you. But you are an ancient woman, and your neighbors are bound to protect you when need is. I see that tramp come in here with my own eyes, and he's here for no good.”

”What tramp?”

”Good land, Mis' Tree, didn't you see him? He slipped right in past Direxia. I see him with these eyes.”

”When?”

”'Most an hour ago. I've been watching ever since. Don't tell me you didn't know about him bein' here, Mis' Tree, now don't.”

”I won't.”

”He's hid away somewheres! Direxia Hawkes has hid him; he is an accomplish of hers. You've always trusted that woman, Mis' Tree, but I tell you I've had my eye on her these ten years, and now I have found her out. She's hid him away somewheres, I tell you. There's cupboards and closets enough in this house to hide a whole gang of cutthroats in--and when you're abed and asleep they'll have your life, them two, and run off with your worldly goods that you thought so much of. Would have, that is, if I hadn't have had a special ordering to look out of the winder. Oh, how thankful should I be that I kept the use of my limbs, though I was scairt 'most to death, and am now.”

”Yes, they might be useful to you, to get home with, for instance.