Part 54 (1/2)

[Sidenote: An Englishwoman's adventure in Arkansas, issuing in a great surprise to all concerned.]

The Sugar Creek Highwayman

BY

ADELA E. ORPEN

When Mrs. Boyd returned from Arkansas, I, having myself spent a very uneventful summer at home, with only the slight excitement of a month at Margate, was most anxious to hear an account of her adventures. That she had had adventures out there on those wild plains of course I felt certain. It would be manifestly preposterous to go to Arkansas for three months, and come back without an adventure.

So, on the first day when Mrs. Boyd was to be ”at home” after her return, I went to see her; and I found, already a.s.sembled in her cosy drawing-room, several other friends, impelled there, like myself, by curiosity to hear what she had to say, as well as by a desire to welcome her back.

”I was just asking Mrs. Boyd what she thought the most singular thing in America,” said Miss Bas...o...b.., by way of putting me _au courant_ with the conversation after my greeting was over with our hostess.

”And I,” replied Mrs. Boyd, ”was just going to say I really did not know what was the one most curious thing in America, where most things seem curious, being different from here, you know. I suppose it is their strange whining speech which most strikes one at the outset. It is strong in New York, certainly, but when you get out West it is simply amazing. But then they thought my speech as curious as I did theirs. A good woman in Arkansas said I talked 'mighty crabbed like.' But a man who travelled in the next seat to me, across Southern Illinois, after talking with me for a long time, said, 'Wal, now, you dew talk purty tol'eble square for an Englishwoman. You h'aint said 'Hingland' nor 'Hameriky' onst since you sot there as I knows on!'”

Mrs. Boyd put on so droll a tw.a.n.g, and gave her words such a curious, downward jerk in speaking, that we all laughed, and felt we had a pretty fair idea of how the Illinois people talk at all events.

”Everybody is very friendly,” continued Mrs. Boyd, ”no matter what may be their station in life, nor what you may suppose to be yours. I remember in Cincinnati, where I stopped for a couple of days, the porter who got out my box for me saw it had some London and Liverpool labels on it, whereupon he said, with a pleasant smile, 'Wal, how's Europe gettin'

on, anyhow?' Fancy a Cannon Street porter making such a remark to a pa.s.senger! But it was quite simply said, without the faintest idea of impertinence. In fact, it is almost impossible to say that anybody is impertinent where you are all so absolutely on an equality.”

Now all this was interesting enough, no doubt, but what I wanted to hear about was something more startling. I could not really give up all at once the idea of an adventure in the West, so I said, ”But didn't anything wonderful happen to you, Mrs. Boyd?”

”No, I can't say there did,” replied the lady, slightly surprised, I could see, by my question.

Then, rallying my geography with an effort, I asked, ”Weren't you carried off by the Indians, or swept away by a flood?”

”No, I was many hundred miles away from the Indian Reservation, and did not see a single Red man,” replied Mrs. Boyd; ”and as for floods--well, my dear, I could tell you the ridiculous straits we were put to for want of water, but I can't even imagine a flood on those parched and dried-up plains.”

[Sidenote: An Adventure]

”Well,” said I, in an aggrieved voice, ”I think you might have come back with at least one adventure after being away for three months.”

”An adventure!” exclaimed Mrs. Boyd, in astonishment, and then a flash of recollection pa.s.sed over her countenance, and she continued, ”Oh, yes, I did have one; I had an adventure with an highwayman.”

”Oh!” cried all the ladies, in a delighted chorus.

”See there, now!” said Miss Bas...o...b.., as if appropriating to herself the credit of the impending narrative.

”I knew it!” said I, with triumph, conscious that to me was due the glory of unearthing the tale.

”I'll tell it to you, if you like,” said Mrs. Boyd.

”Oh, pray do; we are dying to hear about it!” said Miss Bas...o...b... ”A highwayman above all! How delicious!”

”Was he handsome?” asked one of the ladies, foolishly, as if that had anything to say to it.

”Wait,” said Mrs. Boyd, who a.s.sumed a grave expression of countenance, which we felt to be due to the recollection of the danger she had run.