Part 20 (1/2)

”Ha, ha, ha! I tell you what, Hannah, she has had too much wine, and it has got into her poor old head!” laughed Nora, laying her hand caressingly upon the red-cotton handkerchief that covered the gray hair of the gossip.

”No, it aint, nuther! I never drunk the half of what you gin me! I put it up there on the mantel, and kivered it over with the bra.s.s candlestick, to keep till I go to bed. No, indeed! my head-piece is as clear as a bell!” said the old woman, nodding.

”But what put it in there, then, that Mr. Herman Brudenell has married a lady with a ridiculous name?” laughed Nora.

”Acause he have, honey! which I would a-told you all about it ef you hadn't a-kept on, and kept on, and kept on interrupting of me!”

”Nora,” said Hannah, speaking for the first time in many minutes, and looking very grave, ”she has something to tell, and we had better let her tell it.”

”Very well, then! I'm agreed! Go on, Mrs. Jones!”

”Hem-m-m!” began Mrs. Jones, loudly clearing her throat. ”Now I'll tell you, jest as I got it, this arternoon, first from Uncle Jovial, and then from Mrs. Spicer, and then from Madam Brudenell herself, and last of all from my own precious eyesight! 'Pears like Mr. Herman Brudenell fell in long o' this Lady Hurl-my-soul--Hurt-me-so, I mean,--while he was out yonder in forring parts. And 'pears she was a very great lady indeed, and a beautiful young widder besides. So she and Mr. Brudenell, they fell in love long of each other. But law, you see her kinfolks was bitter agin her a-marrying of him--which they called him a commoner, as isn't true, you know, 'cause he is not one of the common sort at all--though I s'pose they being so high, looked down upon him as sich.

Well, anyways, they was as bitter against her marrying of him, as his kinsfolks would be agin him a-marrying of you. And, to be sure, being of a widder, she a-done as she pleased, only she didn't want to give no offense to her old father, who was very rich and very proud of her, who was his onliest child he ever had in the world; so to make a long rigamarole short, they runned away, so they did, Mr. Brudenell and her, and they got married private, and never let the old man know it long as ever he lived--”

”Hannah! what is she talking about?” gasped Nora, who heard the words, but could not take in the sense of this story.

”Hus.h.!.+ I do not know yet, myself; there is some mistake! listen,”

whispered Hannah, putting her arms over her young sister's shoulders, for Nora was then seated on the floor beside Hannah's chair, with her head upon Hannah's lap. Mrs. Jones went straight on.

”And so that was easy enough, too; as soon arter they was married, Mr.

Herman Brudenell, you know, he was a-coming of age, and so he had to be home to do business long of his guardeens, and take possession of his 'states and so on; and so he come, and kept his birthday last April!

And--”

”Hannah! Hannah! what does this all mean? It cannot be true! I know it is not true! And yet, oh, Heaven! every word she speaks goes through my heart like a red hot spear! Woman! do you mean to say that Mr.--Mr.

Herman Brudenell left a wife in Europe when he came back here?” cried Nora, clasping her hands in vague, incredulous anguish.

”Hush, hush, Nora, be quiet, my dear. The very question you ask does wrong to your--to Herman Brudenell, who with all his faults is still the soul of honor,” murmured Hannah soothingly.

”Yes, I know he is; and yet--but there is some stupid mistake,” sighed Nora, dropping her head upon her sister's lap.

Straight through this low, loving talk went the words of Mrs. Jones:

”Well, now, I can't take upon myself to say whether it was Europe or London, or which of them outlandish places; but, anyways, in some on 'em he did leave his wife a-living along of her 'pa. But you see 'bout a month ago, her 'pa he died, a-leaving of all his property to his onliest darter, Lady Hoist, Hurl, Hurt, Hurt-my-toe. No! Hurt-me-so, Lady Hurt-me-so! I never can get the hang of her outlandish name. Well, then you know there wa'n't no call to keep the marriage secret no more.

So what does my lady do but want to put a joyful surprise on the top of her husband; so without writing of him a word of what she was a-gwine to do, soon as ever the old man was buried and the will read, off she sets and comes over the sea to New York, and took a boat there for Baymouth, and hired of a carriage and rid over to Brudenell Hall, and arrove there at one o'clock last night, as I telled you afore!”

”Are you certain that all this is true?” murmured Hannah, in a husky undertone.

”Hi, Miss Hannah, didn't Jovial, and Mrs. Spicer, and Madam Brudenell herself tell me? And besides I seen the young cre'tur' myself, with my own eyes, dressed in deep mourning, which it was a fine black c.r.a.pe dress out and out, and a sweet pretty cre'tur' she was too, only so pale!”

”Hannah!” screamed Nora, starting up, ”it is false! I know it is false!

but I shall go raving mad if I do not prove it so!” And she rushed to the door, tore it open, and ran out into the night and storm.

”What in the name of the law ails her?” inquired Mrs. Jones.

”Nora! Nora! Nora!” cried Hannah, running after her. ”Come back! come in! you will get your death! Are you crazy? Where are you going in the snowstorm this time of night, without your bonnet and shawl, too?”

”To Brudenell Hall, to find out the rights of this story” were the words that came from a great distance wafted by the wind.