Even of travelers Bowerton saw very few. An occasional enterprising peddler or venturesome thief found his way to the town, and took away such cash as came in their way while pursuing their respective callings; but peddlers were not considered exactly trustworthy as news-bearers, while house-breakers, when detained long enough to be questioned, were not in that communicative frame of mind which is essential to one who would interest the general public.
When, therefore, the mail-coach one day brought to Bowerton an old lady and a young one, who appeared to be mother and daughter, excitement ran high.
The proprietor1 of the Bowerton House, who was his own clerk, hostler, and table-waiter, was for a day or two the most popular man in town; even the three pastors2 of the trio of churches of Bowerton did not consider it beneath their dignity to join the little groups which were continually to be seen about the person of the landlord, and listening to the meagre intelligence he was able to give.
The old lady was quite feeble, he said, and the daughter was very affectionate and very handsome. He didn't know where they were going, but they registered themselves from Boston. Name was Wyett—young lady's name was Helen. He hoped they wouldn't leave for a long time—travelers weren't any too plenty at Bowerton, and landlords found it hard work to scratch along. Talked about locating at Bowerton if they could find a suitable cottage. Wished 'em well, but hoped they'd take their time, and not be in a hurry to leave the Bowerton House, where—if he did say it as shouldn't—they found good rooms and good board at the lowest living price.
The Wyetts finally found a suitable cottage, and soon afterward4 they began to receive heavy packages and boxes from the nearest railway station.
Then it was that the responsible gossips of Bowerton were worked nearly to death, but each one was sustained by a fine professional pride which enabled them to pass creditably through the most exciting period.
For years they had skillfully pried6 into each other's private affairs, but then they had some starting-place, some clue; now, alas7! there was not in all Bowerton a single person who had emigrated from Boston, where the Wyetts had lived. Worse still, there was not a single Bowertonian who had a Boston correspondent.
To be sure, one of the Bowerton pastors had occasional letters from a missionary8 board, whose headquarters were at the Hub, but not even the most touching9 appeals from members of his flock could induce him to write the board concerning the newcomers.
But Bowerton was not to be balked10 in its striving after accurate intelligence.
From Squire11 Brown, who leased Mrs. Wyett a cottage, it learned that Mrs. Wyett had made payment by check on an excellent Boston bank. The poor but respectable female who washed the floors of the cottage informed the public that the whole first floor was to be carpeted with Brussels.
The postmaster's clerk ascertained12 and stated that Mrs. Wyett received two religious papers per week, whereas no else in Bowerton took more than one.
The grocer said that Mrs. Wyett was, by jingo, the sort of person he liked to trade with—wouldn't have anything that wasn't the very best.
The man who helped to do the unpacking14 was willing to take oath that among the books were a full set of Barnes, Notes, and two sets of commentaries, while Mrs. Battle, who lived in the house next to the cottage, and who was suddenly, on hearing the crashing of crockery next door, moved to neighborly kindness to the extent of carrying in a nice hot pie to the newcomers, declared that, as she hoped to be saved, there wasn't a bit of crockery in that house which wasn't pure china.
Bowerton asked no more. Brussels carpets, religious tendencies, a bank account, the ability to live on the best that the market afforded, and to eat it from china, and china only—why, either one of these qualifications was a voucher15 of respectability, and any two of them constituted a patent of aristocracy of the Bowerton standard.
Bowerton opened its doors, and heartily16 welcomed Mrs. and Miss Wyett.
It is grievous to relate, but the coming of the estimable people was the cause of considerable trouble in Bowerton.
Bowerton, like all other places, contained lovers, and some of the young men were not so blinded by the charms of their own particular lady friends as to be oblivious17 to the beauty of Miss Wyett.
She was extremely modest and retiring, but she was also unusually handsome and graceful18, and she had an expression which the young men of Bowerton could not understand, but which they greatly admired.
It was useless for plain girls to say that they couldn't see anything remarkable19 about Miss Wyett; it was equally unavailing for good-looking girls to caution their gallants against too much of friendly regard even for a person of whose antecedents they really knew scarcely anything.
Even casting chilling looks at Miss Wyett when they met her failed to make that unoffending young lady any less attractive to the young men of Bowerton, and critical analysis of Miss Wyett's style of dressing20 only provoked manly21 comparisons, which were as exasperating22 as they were unartistic.
Finally Jack23 Whiffer, who was of a first family, and was a store-clerk besides, proposed to Miss Wyett and was declined; then the young ladies of Bowerton thought that perhaps Helen Wyett had some sense after all.
Then young Baggs, son of a deceased Congressman24, wished to make Miss Wyett mistress of the Baggs mansion25 and sharer of the Baggs money, but his offer was rejected.
Upon learning this fact, the maidens26 of Bowerton pronounced Helen a noble-spirited girl to refuse to take Baggs away from the dear, abused woman who had been engaged to him for a long time.
Several other young men had been seen approaching the Wyett cottage in the full glory of broadcloth and hair-oil, and were noticeably depressed27 in spirits for days afterward, and the native ladies of marriageable age were correspondingly elated when they heard of it.
When at last the one unmarried minister of Bowerton, who had been the desire of many hearts, manfully admitted that he had proposed and been rejected, and that Miss Wyett had informed him that she was already engaged, all the Bowerton girls declared that Helen Wyett was a darling old thing, and that it was perfectly28 shameful29 that she couldn't be let alone.
After thus proving that their own hearts were in the right place, all the Bowerton girls asked each other who the lucky man could be.
Of course he couldn't be a Bowerton man, for Miss Wyett was seldom seen in company with any gentleman. He must he a Boston man—he was probably very literary—Boston men always were.
Besides, if he was at all fit for her, he must certainly be very handsome.
Suddenly Miss Wyett became the rage among the Bowerton girls. Blushingly and gushingly30 they told her of their own loves, and they showed her their lovers, or pictures of those gentlemen.
Miss Wyett listened, smiled and sympathized, but when they sat silently expectant of similar confidences, they were disappointed, and when they endeavored to learn even the slightest particular of Helen Wyett's love, she changed the subject of conversation so quickly and decidedly that they had not the courage to renew the attempt.
But while most Bowertonians despaired of learning much more about the Wyetts, and especially about Helen's lover, there was one who had resolved not only to know the favored man, but to do him some frightful31 injury, and that was little Guzzy.
Though Guzzy's frame was small, his soul was immense, and Helen's failure to comprehend Guzzy's greatness when he laid it all at her feet had made Guzzy extremely bilious32 and gloomy.
Many a night, when Guzzy's soul and body should have been taking their rest, they roamed in company up and down the quiet street on which the Wyetts' cottage was located, and Guzzy's eyes, instead of being fixed33 on sweet pictures in dreamland, gazed vigilantly34 in the direction of Mrs. Wyett's gate.
He did not meditate35 inflicting36 personal violence on the hated wretch37 who had snatched away Helen from his hopes—no, personal violence could produce suffering but feeble compared with that under which the victim would writhe38 as Guzzy poured forth39 the torrent40 of scornful invective41 which he had compiled from the memories of his bilious brain and the pages of his "Webster Unabridged."
At length there came a time when most men would have despaired.
Love is warm, but what warmth is proof against the chilling blasts and pelting42 rains of the equinoctial storm?
But then it was that the fervor43 of little Guzzy's soul showed itself; for, wrapped in the folds of a waterproof44 overcoat, he paced his accustomed beat with the calmness of a faithful policeman.
And he had his reward.
As one night he stood unseen against the black background of a high wall, opposite the residence of Mrs. Wyett, he heard the gate—her gate—creak on its hinges.
It could be no ordinary visitor, for it was after nine o'clock—it must be he.
Ha! the lights were out! He would be disappointed, the villain45! Now was the time, while his heart would be bleeding with sorrow, to wither46 him with reproaches. To be sure, he seemed a large man, while Guzzy was very small, but Guzzy believed his own thin legs to be faithful in an emergency.
The unknown man knocked softly at the front-door, then he seemed to tap at several of the windows.
Suddenly he raised one of the windows, and Guzzy, who had not until then suspected that he had been watching a house-breaker, sped away like the wind and alarmed the solitary47 constable48 of Bowerton.
That functionary49 requested Guzzy to notify Squire Jones, justice of the peace, that there was business ahead, and then hastened away himself.
Guzzy labored50 industriously51 for some moments, for Squire Jones was very old, and very cautious, and very stupid; but he was at last fully5 aroused, and then Guzzy had an opportunity to reflect on the greatness which would be his when Bowerton knew of his meritorious52 action.
And Helen Wyett—what would be her shame and contrition53 when she learned that the man whose love she had rejected had become the preserver of her peace of mind and her portable personal property?
He could not exult54 over her, for that would be unchivalrous; but would not her own conscience reproach her bitterly?
Perhaps she would burst into tears in the court-room, and thank him effusively55 and publicly! Guzzy's soul swelled56 at the thought, and he rapidly composed a reply appropriate to such an occasion. Suddenly Guzzy heard footsteps approaching, and voices in earnest altercation57.
Guzzy hastened into the squire's office, and struck an attitude befitting the importance of a principal witness.
An instant later the constable entered, followed by two smart-looking men, who had between them a third man, securely handcuffed.
The prisoner was a very handsome, intelligent-looking young man, except for a pair of restless, over-bright eyes.
"There's a difference of opinion 'bout3 who the prisoner belongs to," said the constable, addressing the squire; "and we agreed to leave the matter to you. When I reached the house, these gentlemen already had him in hand, and they claim he's an escaped convict, and that they've tracked him from the prison right straight to Bowerton."
The prisoner gave the officers a very wicked look, while these officials produced their warrants and handed them to the justice for inspection58.
Guzzy seemed to himself to grow big with accumulating importance.
"The officers seem to be duly authorized," said the squire, after a long and minute examination of their papers; "but they should identify the prisoner as the escaped convict for whom they are searching."
"Here's a description," said one of the officers, "in an advertisement: 'Escaped from the Penitentiary59, on the ——th instant, William Beigh, alias60 Bay Billy, alias Handsome; age, twenty-eight; height, five feet ten; complexion61 dark, hair black, eyes dark brown, mole62 on left cheek; general appearance handsome, manly, and intelligent. A skillful and dangerous burglar. Sentenced in 1866 to five years' imprisonment—two years yet to serve.' That," continued the officer, "describes him to a dot; and, if there's any further doubt, look here!"
As he spoke63, he unclasped a cloak which the prisoner wore, and disclosed the striped uniform of the prison.
"There seems no reasonable doubt in this case, and the prisoner will have to go back to prison," said the justice. "But I must detain him until I ascertain13 whether he has stolen anything from Mrs. Wyett's residence. In case he has done so, we can prosecute64 at the expiration65 of his term."
The prisoner seemed almost convulsed with rage, though of a sort which one of the officers whispered to the other, he did not exactly understand.
Guzzy eyed him resentfully, and glared at the officers with considerable disfavor.
Guzzy was a law-abiding man, but to have an expected triumph belittled66 and postponed67 because of foreign interference was enough to blind almost any man's judicial68 eyesight.
"Well," said one of the officers, "put him in the lock-up' and investigate in the morning; we won't want to start until then, after the tramp he's given us. Oh, Bay Billy, you're a smart one—no mistake about that. Why in thunder don't you use your smartness in the right way?—there's more money in business than in cracking cribs."
"Besides the moral advantage," added the squire, who was deacon as well, and who, now that he had concluded his official duties, was not adverse69 to laying down the higher law.
"Just so," exclaimed the officer; "and for his family's sake, too. Why, would you believe it, judge? They say Billy has one of the finest wives in the commonwealth—handsome, well-educated, religious, rich, and of good family. Of course she didn't know what his profession was when she married him."
Again the prisoner seemed convulsed with that strange rage which the officer did not understand. But the officers were tired, and they were too familiar with the disapprobation of prisoners to be seriously affected70 by it; so, after an appointment by the squire, and a final glare of indignation from little Guzzy, they started, under the constable's guidance, to the lock-up.
Suddenly the door was thrown open, and there appeared, with uncovered head, streaming hair, weeping yet eager eyes, and mud-splashed garments, Helen Wyett.
'... If Miss Wyett is prepared to testify,' said the Judge.
"We may as well finish this case to-night, if Miss
Wyett is prepared to testify," said the Judge.
Every one started, the officers stared, the squire looked a degree or two less stupid, and hastened to button his dressing-gown; the restless eyes of the convict fell on Helen's beautiful face, and were restless no longer; while little Guzzy assumed a dignified71 pose, which did not seem at all consistent with his confused and shamefaced countenance72.
"We may as well finish this case to-night, if Miss Wyett is prepared to testify," said the squire, at length. "Have you lost anything, Miss Wyett?"
"No," said Helen; "but I have found my dearest treasure—my own husband!"
And putting her arms around the convict's neck, she kissed him, and then, dropping her head upon his shoulder, she sobbed73 violently.
The squire was startled into complete wakefulness, and as the moral aspect of the scene presented itself to him, he groaned74:
"Onequally yoked75 with an onbeliever."
The officers looked as if they were depraved yet remorseful76 convicts themselves, while little Guzzy's diminutive77 dimensions seemed to contract perceptibly.
At length the convict quieted his wife, and persuaded her to return to her home, with a promise from the officers that she should see him in the morning.
Then the officers escorted the prisoner to the jail, and Guzzy sneaked78 quietly out, while the squire retired79 to his slumbers80, with the firm conviction that if Solomon had been a justice of the peace at Bowerton, his denial of the newness of anything under the sun would never have been made.
Now, the jail at Bowerton, like everything else in the town, was decidedly antiquated81, and consisted simply of a thickly-walled room in a building which contained several offices and living apartments.
It was as extensive a jail as Bowerton needed, and was fully strong enough to hold the few drunken and quarrelsome people who were occasionally lodged82 in it.
But Beigh, alias Bay Billy, alias Handsome, was no ordinary and vulgar jail-bird, the officers told him, and, that he and they might sleep securely, they considered it advisable to carefully iron his hands.
A couple of hours rolled away, and left Beigh still sitting moody83 and silent on the single bedstead in the Bowerton jail.
Suddenly the train of his thoughts was interrupted by a low "stt—stt" from the one little, high, grated window of the jail.
The prisoner looked up quickly, and saw the shadow of a man's head outside the grating.
"Hello!" whispered Beigh, hurrying under the window.
"Are you alone?" inquired the shadow.
"Yes," replied the prisoner.
"All right, then," whispered the voice. "There are secrets which no vulgar ears should hear. My name is Guzzy. I have been in love with your wife. I hadn't any idea she was married; but I've brought you my apology."
"I'll forgive you," whispered the criminal; "but—"
"'Tain't that kind of apology," whispered Guzzy. "It's a steel one—a tool—one of those things that gunsmiths shorten gun-barrels with. If they can saw a rifle-barrel in two in five minutes, you ought to get out of here inside of an hour."
"Not quite," whispered Beigh. "My hands and feet are ironed."
"Then I'll do the job myself," whispered Guzzy, as he applied84 the tool to one of the bars; "for it will be daylight within two hours."
The unaccustomed labor—for Guzzy was a bookkeeper—made his arms ache severely85, but still he sawed away.
He wondered what his employer would say should he be found out, but still he sawed.
Visions of the uplifted hands and horror-struck countenances86 of his brother Church-members came before his eyes, and the effect of his example upon his Sunday-school class, should he be discovered, tormented87 his soul; but neither of these influences affected his saw.
Bar after bar disappeared, and when Guzzy finally stopped to rest, Beigh saw a small square of black sky, unobstructed by any bars whatever.
"Now," whispered Guzzy, "I'll drop in a small box you can stand on, so you can put your hands out and let me file off your irons. I brought a file or two, thinking they might come handy."
Five minutes later the convict, his hands unbound, crawled through the window, and was helped to the ground by Guzzy.
In Prison.
Seizing the file from the little bookkeeper, Beigh commenced freeing his feet. Suddenly he stopped and whispered:
"You'd better go now. I can take care of myself, but if those cursed officers should take a notion to look around, it would go hard with you. Run, God bless you, run!"
But little Guzzy straightened himself and folded his arms.
The convict rasped away rapidly, and finally dropped the file and the fragments of the last fetter88. Then he seized little Guzzy's hand.
"My friend," said he, "criminal though I am, I am man enough to appreciate your manliness89 and honor. I think I am smart enough to keep myself free, now I am out of jail. But, if ever you want a friend, tell Helen, she will know where I am, and I will serve you, no matter what the risk and pain."
"Thank you," said Guzzy; "but the only favor I'll ever ask of you might as well be named now, and you ought to be able to do it without risk or pain either. It's only this; be an honest man, for Helen's sake."
Beigh dropped his head.
"There are men who would die daily for the sake of making her happy, but you've put it out of their power, seeing you've married her," continued Guzzy. "I'm nothing to her, and can't be, but for her sake to-night I've broken open the gunsmith's shop, broken a jail, and"—here he stooped, and picked up a bundle—"robbed my own employer's store of a suit of clothes for you, so you mayn't be caught again in those prison stripes. If I've made myself a criminal for her sake: can't her husband be an honest man for the same reason?"
The convict wrung90 the hand of his preserver. He seemed to be trying to speak, but to have some great obstruction91 in his throat.
Suddenly a bright light shone on the two men, and a voice was heard exclaiming, in low but very ferocious92 tones:
"Do it, you scoundrel, or I'll put a bullet through your head!"
Both men looked up to the window of the cell, and saw a bull's-eye lantern, the muzzle93 of a pistol, and the face of the Bowerton constable.
The constable's right eye, the sights of his pistol and the breast of the convict were on the same visual line.
Without altering his position or that of his weapon, the constable whispered:
"I've had you covered for the last ten minutes. I only held in to find out who was helping94 you; but I heard too much for my credit as a faithful officer. Now, what are you going to do?"
"Turn over a new leaf," said the convict, bursting into tears.
"Then get out," whispered the officer, "and be lively, too—it's almost daybreak."
"I'll tell you what to do," said little Guzzy, when the constable hurriedly whispered:
"Wait until I get out of hearing."
The excitement which possessed95 Bowerton the next morning, when the events of the previous night were made public, was beyond the descriptive powers of the best linguists96 in the village.
Helen Wyett a burglar's wife!
At first the Bowertonians scarcely knew whether it would be proper to recognize her at all, and before they were able to arrive at a conclusion the intelligence of the convict's escape, the breaking open of the gunsmith's shop, the finding of the front door of Cashing's store ajar, and the discovery by Cashing that at least one suit of valuable clothing had been taken, came upon the astonished villagers and rendered them incapable97 of reason, and of every other mental attribute except wonder.
That the prisoner had an accomplice98 seemed certain, and some suspicious souls suggested that the prisoner's wife might have been the person; but as one of the officers declared he had watched her house all night for fear of some such attempt, that theory was abandoned.
Under the guidance of the constable, who zealously99 assisted them in every possible manner, the officers searched every house in Bowerton that might seem likely to afford a hiding-place, and then departed on what they considered the prisoner's most likely route.
For some days Helen Wyett gave the Bowertonians no occasion to modify their conduct toward her, for she kept herself constantly out of sight.
When, however, she did appear in the street again, she met only the kindest looks and salutations, for the venerable Squire Jones had talked incessantly100 in praise of her courage and affection, and the Squire's fellow-townsmen knew that when their principal magistrate101 was affected to tenderness and mercy, it was from causes which would have simply overwhelmed any ordinary mortal.
It was months before Bowerton gossip descended102 again to its normal level; for a few weeks after the escape of Beigh, little Guzzy, who had never been supposed to have unusual credit, and whose family certainly hadn't any money, left his employer and started an opposition103 store.
Next to small scandal, finance was the favorite burden of conversation at Bowerton, so the source of Guzzy's sudden prosperity was so industriously sought and surmised104 that the gossips were soon at needles' points about it.
Then it was suddenly noised abroad that Mrs. Baggs, Sr., who knew everybody, had given Guzzy a letter of introduction to the Governor of the State.
Bowerton was simply confounded. What could he want? The Governor had very few appointments at his disposal, and none of them were fit for Guzzy, except those for which Guzzy was not fit.
Even the local politicians became excited, and both sides consulted Guzzy.
Finally, when Guzzy started for the State capital, and Helen Wyett, as people still called her, accompanied him, the people of Bowerton put on countenances of hopeless resignation, and of a mute expectation which nothing could astonish.
It might be an elopement—it might be that they were going as missionaries105; but no one expressed a positive opinion, and every one expressed a perfect willingness to believe anything that was supported by even a shadow of proof.
Their mute agony was suddenly ended, for within forty-eight hours Guzzy and his traveling companion returned.
The latter seemed unusually happy for the wife of a convict, while the former went straight to Squire Jones and the constable's.
Half an hour later all Bowerton knew that William Beigh, alias Bay Billy, alias Handsome, had received a full and free pardon from the Governor.
The next day Bowerton saw a tall, handsome stranger, with downcast eyes, walk rapidly through the principal street and disappear behind Mrs. Wyett's gate.
A day later, and Bowerton was electrified106 by the intelligence that the ex-burglar had been installed as a clerk in Guzzy's store.
People said that it was a shame—that nobody knew how soon Beigh might take to his old tricks again. Nevertheless, they crowded to Guzzy's store, to look at him, until shrewd people began to wonder whether Guzzy hadn't really taken Beigh as a sort of advertisement to draw trade.
A few months later, however, they changed their opinions, for the constable, after the expiration of his term of office, and while under the influence of a glass too much, related the whole history of the night of Beigh's first arrival at Bowerton.
The Bowertonians were law-abiding people; but, somehow, Guzzy's customers increased from that very day, and his prosperity did not decline even after "Guzzy Beigh" was the sign over the door of the store which had been built and stocked with Mrs. Wyett's money.
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