Part 58 (1/2)

”Such important business, I think I better,” said Laddie, and Leon began to cry.

”I think you should both go,” said Sh.e.l.ley. ”It is so important, and if one goes to make a mistake, maybe the other will notice it.”

”Yes, that's the best way,” said mother.

”Yes, both go,” said father.

It was like one streak when they went up the Big Hill. Father shook his head. ”Poor judgment--that,” he said. ”Never run a horse up hill!”

”But they're in such a hurry,” Sh.e.l.ley reminded him.

”So they are,” said father. ”In this case I might have broken the rule myself. Now come all of you, and let the child get at her mail.”

”But I want you to stay,” said Sh.e.l.ley. ”I'm so addle-pated this morning. I need my family to help me.”

”Of course you do, child,” said mother. ”Families were made to cling together, and stand by each other in every circ.u.mstance of life--joy or sorrow. Of course you need your family.”

May began sorting the letters by dates so Sh.e.l.ley could start on the one that had been written first. Father ran his knife across the top of each, and cut all the envelopes, and Sh.e.l.ley took out the first and read it; that was the train one. In it he told her about sending the boy with the note again, and explained more about how it was so very important for him to hurry, because the only man who could help him was so sick. We talked it over, and all of us thought the boy had kept the money and torn up the note. Father said the way would have been to send the note and pay the boy when he came back; but Sh.e.l.ley said Mr.

Paget would have been gone before the boy got back, so father saw that wouldn't have been the way, in such a case.

Next she read one written on the boat. He told more about sending the boy; how he loved her, what it would mean to both of them if he got the evidence he wanted and won his first case; and how much it would bring his friend. The next one told it all over again, and more. In that he wrote a little about the ocean, the people on board the s.h.i.+p, and he gave Sh.e.l.ley the name of the place where he was going and begged her to write to him. He told her if the s.h.i.+p he was on pa.s.sed another, they were going to stop and send back the mail. He begged her to write often, and to say she forgave him for starting away without seeing her, as he had been forced to.

The next one was the same thing over, only a little more yet. In the last he had reached England, the important man was still living, but he was almost gone, and Mr. Paget took two good witnesses, all the evidence he had, and went to see him; and the man saw it was no use, so he made a statement, and Robert had it all written out, signed and witnessed. For the real straight sense there was in that letter, I could have done as well myself.

It was a wild jumble, because Robert was so crazy over having the evidence that would win his case; and he told Sh.e.l.ley that now he was perfectly free to love her all she would allow him. He said he had to stay a while longer to find his friend's people so they would get back their share of the money, but it was not going to be easy to locate them. You wouldn't think the world so big, but maybe it seemed smaller to me because as far as I could see from the top of our house, was all I knew about it. After Sh.e.l.ley had read the letters, and the note again, father heaved a big sigh that seemed to come clear from his boot soles and he said: ”Well Sh.e.l.ley, it looks to me as if you had found a MAN. Seems to me that's a mighty important case for a young lawyer to be trusted with, in a first effort.”

”Yes, but it was for Robert's best friend, and only think, he has won!”

”I don't see how he could have done better if he'd been old as Methuselah, and wise as Solomon,” boasted mother.

”But he hasn't found the people who must have back their money,” said May. ”He will have to go to England again. And he wants to take you, Sh.e.l.ley. My! You'll get to sail on a big steamer, cross the Atlantic Ocean, and see London. Maybe you'll even get a peep at the Queen!”

Sh.e.l.ley was busy making a little heap of her letters; when the top one slid off I reached over and put it back for her. She looked straight at me, and smiled the most wonderful and the most beautiful smile I ever saw on any one's face, so I said to her: ”You see! I TOLD you he was coming!”

”I can't understand it!” said Sh.e.l.ley.

”YOU KNOW I told you.”

”Of course I do! But what made you think so?”

”That was the answer. Just that he was coming.”

”What are you two talking about?” asked mother.

Sh.e.l.ley looked at me, and waited for me to tell mother as much as I wanted to, of what had happened. But I didn't think things like that were to be talked about before every one, so I just said:

”Oh nothing! Only, I told Sh.e.l.ley this very morning that the Paget man was coming soon, and that everything was going to be all right.”

”You did? Well of all the world! I can't see why.”