Part 30 (2/2)

What they are worth I have no knowledge. Mother may know, but to her I say nothing. They are a memory of the days when my father was n.o.ble and lived at the court. If you can sell them--it is that this brooch should bring much money--my father has told me. It was saved for my dowry, with a few other jewels of less worth. I have no need of dowry.

It is that I never will marry. Until my mother is gone I can well care for her with the lace I make,--and then--”

”La.s.s, I can't take these. I have no knowledge of their worth--or--”

He knew he was saying what was not true, for he knew well the value of what she laid so trustingly in his palm, and his hand quivered under the s.h.i.+ning jewels. He cleared his throat and began again. ”I say, I can't take jewels so valuable over the trail and run the risk of losing them. Never! Put them by as before.”

”But how can I ask of you the things I wish? I have no money to return for them, and none for all you have done for my mother and me. Please, Sir Kildene, take of this, then, only enough to buy for our need. It is little to take. Do not be hard with me.” She pleaded sweetly, placing one hand under his great one, and the other over the jewels, holding them pressed to his palm. ”Will you go away and leave my heart heavy?”

”Look here, now--” Again he cleared his throat. ”You put them by until I come back, and then--”

But she would not, and tying them in her handkerchief, she thrust them in the pocket of his flannel s.h.i.+rt.

”There! It is not safe in such a place. Be sure you take care, Sir Kildene. I have many thoughts in my mind. It is not all the money of these you will need now, and of the rest I may take my mother to a large city, where are people who understand the fine lace. There I may sell enough to keep us well. But of money will I need first a little to get us there. It is well for me, you take these--see? Is not?”

”No, it is not well.” He spoke gruffly in his effort to overcome his emotion. ”Where under heaven can I sell these?”

”You go not to the great city?” she asked sadly. ”How must we then so long intrude us upon you! It is very sad.” She clasped her hands and looked in his eyes, her own br.i.m.m.i.n.g with tears; then he turned away.

Tears in a woman's eyes! He could not stand it.

”See here. I'll tell you what I'll do. If that railroad is through anywhere--so--so--I can reach San Francisco--” He thought he knew that to be an impossibility, and that she would be satisfied. ”I say--if it's where I can reach San Francisco, I'll see what can be done.” He cleared his throat a great many times, and stood awkwardly, hardly daring to move with the precious jewels in his pocket. ”See here.

They'll joggle out of here. Can't you--”

She turned on him radiantly. ”You may have my bag of leather. In that will they be safe.”

She removed the string from her neck and by it pulled the small embossed case from her bosom, shook out the few rings and unset stones left in it, and returned the larger jewels to it, and gave it into his hand, still warm from its soft resting place. At the same moment Harry arrived, leading the animals. He lifted his head courageously and his eyes shone as with an inspiration.

”Will you let me accompany you a bit of the way, sir? I'd like to go.”

Larry accepted gladly. He knew then what he would do with Amalia's dowry. ”Then I'll bring Goldbug. Thank you, Amalia, yes. I'll drink my coffee now, and eat as I ride.” He ran back for his horse and soon returned, and then drank his coffee and s.n.a.t.c.hed a bite, while Amalia and Larry slung the bags of food and the water on the mule and made all ready for the start. As he ate, he tried to arouse and encourage the mother, but she remained stolid until they were in the saddle, when she rose and followed them a few steps, and said in her deep voice: ”Yes, I ask a thing. You will find Paul, my 'usband. Tell him to come to me--it is best--no more,--I cannot in English.” Then turning to her daughter she spoke volubly in her own tongue, and waved her hand imperiously toward the men.

”Yes, mamma. I tell all you say.” Amalia took a step away from the door, and her mother returned to her seat by the fire.

”It is so sad. My mother thinks my father is returned to our own country and that you go there. She thinks you are our friend Sir McBride in disguise, and that you go to help my father. She fears you will be taken and sent to Siberia, and says tell my father it is enough. He must no more try to save our fatherland: that our n.o.blemen are full of ingrat.i.tude, and that he must return to her and live hereafter in peace.”

”Let be so. It's a saving hallucination. Tell her if I find your father, I will surely deliver the message.” And the two men rode away up the trail, conversing earnestly.

Larry Kildene explained to Harry about the jewels, and turned them over to his keeping. ”I had to take them, you see. You hide them in that chamber I showed you, along with the gold bars. Hang it around your neck, man, until you get back. It has rested on her bosom, and if I were a young man like you, that fact alone would make it sacred to me. It's her dowry, she said. I'd sooner part with my right hand than take it from her.”

”So would I.” Harry took the case tenderly, and hid it as directed, and went on to ask the favor he had accompanied Larry to ask. It was that he might go down and bring the box from the wagon.

”Early this morning, before I woke you, I led the brown horse you brought the mother up the mountain on out toward the trail; we'll find him over the ridge, all packed ready, and when I ran back for my horse, I left a letter written in charcoal on the hearth there in the shed--Amalia will be sure to go there and find it, if I don't return now--telling her what I'm after and that I'll only be gone a few days.

She's brave, and can get along without us.” Larry did not reply at once, and Harry continued.

”It will only take us a day and a half to reach it, and with your help, a sling can be made of the canvas top of the wagon, and the two animals can 'tote it' as the darkies down South say. I can walk back up the trail, or even ride one of the horses. We'll take the tongue and the reach from the wagon and make a sort of affair to hang to the beasts, I know how it can be done. There may not be much of value in the box, but then--there may be. I see Amalia wishes it of all things, and that's enough for--us.”

Thus it came that the two women were alone for five days. Madam Manovska did not seem to heed the absence of the two men at first, and waited in a contentment she had not shown before. It would seem that, as Larry had said, there was saving in her hallucination, but Amalia was troubled by it.

”Mother is so sure they will bring my father back,” she thought. She tried to forestall any such catastrophe as she feared by explaining that they might not find her father or he might not return, even if he got her message, not surely, for he had always done what he thought his duty before anything else, and he might think it his duty to stay where he could find something to do.

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