Part 34 (1/2)
”I gived ye to the pretty lady with the golden hair when yer pappy hurt ye, and I knowed ye again; for the Brimbecomb's name was on the boat that took ye. Yer pappy didn't know ye were a livin' till a little while ago, and he wants ye now.”
”Were you married to him, this man you call my father?” demanded Everett.
Scraggy shook her head.
”But that don't make ye none the less his'n, an' ye be goin' with me, ye be!”
Everett no longer hoped that the woman was either mistaken or lying. The stamp of truth was on all she had said. He knew in his heart that he was in the presence of his mother--this ragged human thing with wild, dark eyes and straggling hair. And somewhere he had a father who was as evil as she looked. For years Everett had struggled against the bad in his nature; but at that moment he lost all the remembrance of the lessons of his youth, of the goodness taught him by his foster father and mother.
It flashed into his mind how embarra.s.sed Mrs. Brimbecomb had been when he had constantly brought up the subject of his own family, and how impatiently Mr. Brimbecomb had waved aside his pet.i.tions for information. They should never know that he had found out the secret of his birth, and he breathed thanks that they were not now in Tarrytown.
Neither Ann nor Horace should ever learn of the stain upon him; but the girl with the black curls should make good to him the suffering of his new-found knowledge! She came of a stock like himself, of blood in which there was no good.
Everett forgot the dripping woman before him as a dark thought leaped into his mind. He could now be at ease with his conscience! Of a sudden, he felt himself sink from the radius of Horace Sh.e.l.lington's life--down to the birth level of the boy and girl next door. It dawned upon him, as his mind swept back over his boyhood days, that Horace had ever been better than he, with a natural abhorrence against evil.
[Ill.u.s.tration: ”LITTLE 'UN, I'VE COMED FOR YE LITTLE 'UN!”]
When Scraggy again spoke, he turned burning eyes upon her. How he hated her, and how he hated the man who called himself his father, wherever he might be! He shut his teeth with a grit, and, unmindful of the cat, bent over Screech Owl. He forced her head so far back that she moaned and loosened her hold upon Black p.u.s.s.y, who sprang snarling into the corner.
”If you ever repeat that story to anyone, that I'm your son, I'll kill you! Now go!”
Scraggy began to cry weakly, and Black p.u.s.s.y howled as if in sympathy.
”Shut up, and keep that cat quiet! You'll draw down the servants. Now listen to me! You say you're my mother--but, if you ever breathe it to anyone, or come round here again, I shall certainly kill you!”
The thoughts began to scurry wildly in Scraggy's head. Everett's threat to kill her had not penetrated the demented brain, and his rough handling had been her only fright. She could think of nothing but that Lem was waiting for them at the scow.
She dragged herself away from Everett, and with a torn skirt wiped her ghastly face. She dropped the rag to grope dazedly for the cat, and whispered:
”Ye can do anything ye want to with yer ole mammy, if ye'll come back with me to Ithaca!”
”Ithaca, Ithaca!” Everett repeated dazedly. ”Was that child you spoke of born in Ithaca?”
”Yep, on Cayuga Lake.”
”Get up, get up, or I'll--I'll--” His voice came faintly to Screech Owl, and she moaned.
The man's mind went back to his Cornell days when he had been considered one of the richest boys in the university. His sudden degradation, the falling of his family air-castles, made him double his fists--and with his blow Scraggy dropped into a motionless heap.
His bloodshot eyes took in her prostrate form, guarded by the fluffed black cat, and his one thought was to kill her--to obliterate her entirely from his life. He stepped nearer, and Black p.u.s.s.y's ferocious yowl was the only remonstrance as he stirred Scraggy roughly with his foot.
The thought that her boy did not want to go with her coursed slowly through the woman's brain. She knew that without him Lem would not receive her. She longed for the warmth of the homely scow; she wanted Lem and the boy--oh, how she wanted them both! She half-rose and lunged forward. Brimbecomb's next blow fell upon her upturned face, stunning her as she would have made a final appeal. The woman fell to the floor unconscious, and Everett kicked Black p.u.s.s.y into the hall. There was a snarling scramble, and when he opened the front door the cross-eyed cat bounded out into the night.
Everett returned hastily to the drawing-room after a covert search of the hall for disturbers. In the doorway he hovered an instant, and then advanced quickly to the figure on the floor. Lifting the limp woman, he bore her out of the house and down the slushy steps. With strength that had come through the madness of his new knowledge, he threw the body over into the graveyard and bounded after it. Once more then he took Scraggy up, and, stumbling frequently in the half-light, carried her to the upper end of the cemetery. Here he deposited the body in a snow-filled gully by a vault. Ten minutes later he was staring at his mirrored reflection in his own room, convinced that, if he had not already killed her, the woman would be dead from exposure before morning. The cat had disappeared, and all traces of the night's visitation had been removed.
Several hours before, Lem Crabbe and Lon Cronk had slunk into Tarrytown.
The snow still fell heavily when they made their preparations to enter the home of Horace Sh.e.l.lington. About five in the afternoon they had worked their way against this sharp north wind to Sleepy Hollow Cemetery and had entered it. Until night should fall and sleep overtake the city, they planned to remain there quietly. Not far from the fence they took up their station in an unused toolhouse, smoking the next hours away in silence.
When ten o'clock neared, Lem stole out; but he came back almost immediately, cursing the wild night in superst.i.tious fear.
”The wind's full of shriekin' devils, Lon,” he said, ”and 'tain't time for us to go out. Be ye afeard to try it, old man?”