"You bet!"
The questioner looked pleased, yet not as if his pleasure engendered1 any mental excitement. The man who answered spoke2 in an ordinary, careless tone, and with unmoved countenance3, as if he were merely signifying the employment of an additional workman, or the purchase of a desirable rooster.
Yet the subject of the brief conversation repeated above was no other than Bill Bowney, the most industrious4 and successful of the horse-thieves and "road-agents" that honored the southern portion of California with their presence.
Nor did Bowney restrict himself to the duty of redistributing the property of other people. Perhaps he belonged to that class of political economists5 which considers superfluous6 population an evil; perhaps he was a religious enthusiast7, and ardently8 longed that all mankind should speedily see the pearly gates of the New Jerusalem.
Be his motives9 what they might, it is certain that when an unarmed man met Bowney, entered into a discussion with him, and lived verbally to report the same, he was looked upon with considerably10 more interest than a newly-made Congressman11 or a ten-thousand-acre farmer was able to inspire.
The two men whose conversation we have recorded studied the ears of their own horses for several minutes, after which the first speaker asked:
"How did you do it?"
"Well," replied the other man, "ther' wasn't anything p'tickler 'bout12 it. Me an' him wuzn't acquainted, so he didn't suspect me. But I know'd his face—he wuz p'inted out to me once, durin' the gold-rush to Kern River, an' I never forgot him. I wuz on a road I never traveled before—goin' to see an old greaser, ownin' a mighty13 pretty piece of ground I wanted—when all of a sudden I come on a cabin, an' thar stood Bill in front of it, a-smokin'. I axed him fur a light, an' when he came up to give it to me, I grabbed him by the shirt-collar an' dug the spur into the mare14. 'Twus kind of a mean trick, imposin' on hospitality that-a-way; but 'twuz Bowney, you know. He hollered, an' I let him walk in front, but I kep' him covered with the revolver till I met some fellers, that tied him good an' tight. 'Twuzn't excitin' wurth a durn—that is, ixcep' when his wife—I s'pose 'twuz—hollered, then I a'most wished I'd let him go."
"Sheriff got him?" inquired the first speaker.
"Well, no," returned the captor. "Sheriff an' judge mean well, I s'pose; but they're slow—mighty slow. Besides, he's got friends, an' they might be too much fur the sheriff some night. We tuk him to the Broad Oak, an' we thought we'd ax the neighbors over thar to-night, to talk it over. Be thar?"
"You bet!" replied the first speaker. "And I'll bring my friends; nothing like having plenty of witnesses in important legal cases."
"Jus' so," responded the other. "Well, here's till then;" and the two men separated.
The Broad Oak was one of those magnificent trees which are found occasionally through Southern California, singly or dispersed15 in handsome natural parks.
The specimen16 which had so impressed people as to gain a special name for itself was not only noted17 for its size, but because it had occasionally been selected as the handiest place in which Judge Lynch could hold his court without fear of molestation18 by rival tribunals.
Bill Bowney, under favorable circumstances, appeared to be a very homely19, lazy, sneaking20 sort of an individual; but Bill Bowney, covered with dust, his eyes bloodshot, his clothes torn, and his hands and feet tightly bound, had not a single attractive feature about him.
He stared earnestly up into the noble tree under whose shadow he lay; but his glances were not of admiration—they seemed, rather, to be resting on two or three fragments of rope which remained on one of the lower limbs, and to express sentiments of the most utter loathing21 and disgust.
The afternoon wore away, and the moon shone brilliantly down from the cloudless sky.
The tramp of a horse was heard at a distance, but rapidly growing more distinct, and soon Bowney's captor galloped22 up to the tree.
Then another horse was heard, then others, and soon ten or a dozen men were gathered together.
Each man, after dismounting, walked up to where the captive lay, and gave him a searching look, and then they joined those who had already preceded them, and who were quietly chatting about wheat, cattle, trees—everything but the prisoner.
Suddenly one of the party separated himself from the others, and exclaimed:
"Gentlemen, there don't seem to be anybody else a-comin'—we might as well 'tend to bizness. I move that Major Burkess takes the chair, if there's no objections."
No objections were made, and Major Burkess—a slight, peaceable, gentlemanly-looking man—stepped out of the crowd, and said:
"You all know the object of this meeting, gentlemen. The first thing in order is to prove the identity of the prisoner."
"Needn't trouble yourself 'bout that," growled23 the prisoner. "I'm Bill Bowney; an' yer too cowardly to untie24 me, though ther be a dozen uv yer."
"The prisoner admits he is Bill Bowney," continued the major, "but of course no gentleman will take offense25 at his remarks. Has any one any charge to make against him?"
"Charges?" cried an excitable farmer. "Didn't I catch him untying26 my horse, an' ridin' off on him from Budley's? Didn't I tell him to drop that anamile, an' didn't he purty near drop me instead? Charges?—here's the charge!" concluded the farmer, pointing significantly to a scar on his own temple.
"Pity I didn't draw a better bead27!" growled the prisoner. "The hoss only fetched two ounces."
"Prisoner admits stealing Mr. Barke's horse, and firing on Mr. Barke. Any further evidence?"
"Rather," drawled an angular gentleman. "I was goin' up the valley by the stage, an' all of a sudden the driver stopped where there wasn't no station. There was fellers had hold of the leaders, an' there was pistols p'inted at the driver an' folks in general. Then our money an' watches was took, an' the feller that took mine had a cross-cut scar on the back of his hand—right hand; maybe somebody'll look at Bill's."
The prisoner was carried into the moonlight, and the back of his right hand was examined by the major. The prisoner was again placed under the tree.
"The cut's there, as described," said the major. "Anything else?"
"Ther's this much," said another. "I busted28 up flat, you all know, on account of the dry season, last year, an' I hadn't nothin' left but my hoss. Bill Bowney knowed it as well's anybody else, yet he come and stole that hoss. It pawed like thunder, an' woke me up—fur 'twas night, an' light as 'tis now—an' I seed Bowney a-ridin' him off. 'Twas a sneakin', mean, cowardly trick."
The prisoner hung his head; he would plead guilty to theft and attempt to kill, and defy his captors to do their worst; but when meanness and cowardice30 were proved against him, he seemed ashamed of himself.
"Prisoner virtually admits the charge," said the major, looking critically at Bowney.
"Gentlemen," said Caney, late of Texas, "what's the use of wastin' time this way? Everybody knows that Bowney's been at the bottom of all the deviltry that's been done in the county this three year. Highway robbery's a hangin' offense in Texas an' every other well-regilated State; so's hoss-stealin', an' so's shootin' a man in the back, an' yit Bowney's done ev'ry one of 'em over an' over agin. Ev'rybody knows what we come here fur, else what's the reason ev'ry man's got a nice little coil o' rope on his saddle fur? The longer the bizness is put off, the harder it'll be to do. I move we string him up instanter."
"Second the motion!" exclaimed some one.
"I move we give him a chance to save himself," said a quiet farmer from New England. "When he's in the road-agent business, he has a crowd to help him. Now, 'twould do us more good to clean them out than him alone, so let's give him a chance to leave the State if he'll tell who his confederates are. Somebody'll have to take care of him, of course, till we can catch them, and make sure of it."
"'Twon't cost the somebody much, then," said the prisoner, firmly; "an' I'd give a cool thousand for a shot at any low-lived coyote that 'ud ax me to do sich an ungentlemanly thing."
"Spoke like a man," said Caney, of Texas. "I hope ye'll die easy for that, Bill."
"The original motion prevails," said the major; "all in favor will say ay."
A decided31 "ay" broke from the party.
"Whoever has the tallest horse will please lead him up and unsaddle him," said the major, after a slight pause. "The witnesses will take the prisoner in charge."
A horse was brought under the limb, with the fragments of rope upon it, and the witnesses, one of them bearing a piece of rope, approached the prisoner.
The silence was terrible, and the feelings of all present were greatly relieved when Bill Bowney—placed on the horse, and seeing the rope hauled taught and fastened to a bough32 by a man in the tree—broke into a frenzy33 of cursing, and displayed the defiant34 courage peculiar35 to an animal at bay.
"Has the prisoner anything to say?" asked the major, as Bowney stopped for breath.
"Better own up, and save yourself and reform, and help rid the world of those other scoundrels," pleaded the New Englander.
"Don't yer do it, Bill—don't yer do it!" cried Caney, of Texas. "Stick to yer friends, an' die like a man!"
"That's me!" said the prisoner, directing a special volley of curses at the New Englander. "It's ben said here that I wuz sneakin' an' cowardly; ther's one way of givin' that feller the lie—hurry up an' do it!"
"When I raise my hand," said the major, "lead the horse away; and may the Lord have mercy on your soul, Bowney!"
"Amen!" fervently36 exclaimed the New Englander.
Again there was a moment of terrible silence, and when a gentle wind swept over the wild oats and through the tree, there seemed to sound on the air a sigh and a shudder37.
Suddenly all the horses started and pricked38 up their ears.
"Somebody's comin'!" whispered one of the party. "Sheriff's got wind of the arrangements, maybe!"
"Comes from the wrong direction," cried Caney, of Texas, quickly. "It's somebody on foot—an' tired—an' light-footed—ther's two or three—dunno what kind o' bein's they ken40 be. Thunder an' lightnin'!"
Caney's concluding remark was inspired by the sudden appearance of a woman, who rushed into the shadow of the tree, stopped, looked wildly about for a moment, and then threw herself against the prisoner's feet, and uttered a low, pitiful cry.
There was a low murmur41 from the crowd, and the major cried:
"Take him down; give him fifteen minutes with his wife, and see she doesn't untie him."
Near his end,
"Take him down; give him fifteen minutes with his wife."
The man in the tree loosened the rope, Bowney was lifted off and placed on the ground again, and the woman threw herself on the ground beside him, caressed42 his ugly face, and wailed43 pitifully. The judge and jury fidgeted about restlessly. Still the horses stood on the alert, and soon three came through the oats—three children, all crying.
As they saw the men they became dumb, and stood mute and frightened, staring at their parents.
They were not pretty—they were not even interesting. Mother and children were alike—unwashed, uncombed, shoeless, and clothed in dirty, faded calico. The children were all girls—the oldest not more than ten years old, and the youngest scarce five. None of them pleaded for the prisoner, but still the woman wailed and moaned, and the children stood staring in dumb piteousness.
The major stood quietly gazing at the face of his watch. There was not in Southern California a more honest man than Major Burkess; yet the minute-hand of his watch had not indicated more than one-half of fifteen minutes, when he exclaimed:
"Time's up!"
The men approached the prisoner—the woman threw her arms around him, and cried:
"My husband! Oh, God!"
"Madam," said the major, "your husband's life is in his own hands. He can save himself by giving the names of his confederates and leaving the State."
"I'll tell you who they are?" cried the woman.
"God curse yer if yer do!" hissed44 Bowney from between his teeth.
"Better let him be, madam," argued Caney, of Texas. He'd better die like a man than go back on his friends. Might tell us which of 'em was man enough to fetch you and the young uns here? We'll try to be easy on him when we ketch him."
"None of 'em," sobbed45 the woman. "We walked, an' I took turns totin' the young uns. My husband! Oh, God! my husband!"
"Beg yer pardon, ma'am," said Bowney's captor, "but nobody can't b'leeve that; it's nigh onto twenty mile."
"I'd ha' done it ef it had been fifty," cried the woman, angrily, "when he wuz in trouble. Oh, God! Oh, God! Don't yer b'leeve it? Then look here!" She picked up the smallest child as she spoke, and in the dim light the men saw that its little feet were torn and bleeding. "'Twas their blood or his'n," cried the woman, rapidly, "an' I didn't know how to choose between 'em. God hev mercy on me! I'm nigh crazy!"
Caney, of Texas, took the child from its mother and carried it to where the moonlight was unobstructed. He looked carefully at its feet, and then shouted:
"Bring the prisoner out here."
Two men carried Bowney to where Caney was standing46, and the whole party, with the woman and remaining children, followed.
"Bill," said Caney, "I ain't a askin' yer to go back on yer friends, but them is—look at 'em."
And Caney held the child's feet before the father's eyes, while the woman threw her arms around his neck, and the two older children crept up to the prisoner, and laid their faces against his legs.
"They're a-talkin' to yer, Bill," resumed Caney, of Texas, "an' they're the convincenist talkers I ever seed."
The desperado turned his eyes away; but Caney moved the child so its bleeding feet were still before its father's eyes.
The remaining men all retired47 beneath the shadow of the tree, for the tender little feet were talking to them, too, and they were ashamed of the results.
Suddenly Bowney uttered a deep groan48.
"'Tain't no use a-tryin'," said he, in a resigned tone. "Everybody'll be down on me, an' after all I've done, too! But yer ken hev their names, curse yer!"
The woman went into hysterics; the children cried; Caney, of Texas, ejaculated, "Bully49!" and then kissed the poor little bruised50 feet.
The New Englander fervently exclaimed, "Thank God!"
"I'll answer fur him till we get 'em," said Caney, after the major had written down the names Bowney gave him; "an'," continued Caney, "somebody git the rest of these young uns an' ther mother to my cabin powerful quick. Good Lord, don't I jist wish they wuz boys! I'd adopt the hull51 family."
The court informally adjourned52 sine die, but had so many meetings afterward53 at the same place to dispose of Bowney's accomplices54, that his freedom was considered fairly purchased, and he and his family were located a good way from the scenes of his most noted exploits.
MR. PUTCHETT'S LOVE.
Just after two o'clock, on a July afternoon, Mr. Putchett mounted several steps of the Sub-Treasury in Wall Street, and gazed inquiringly up and down the street.
To the sentimental55 observer Mr. Putchett's action, in taking the position we have indicated, may have seemed to signify that Mr. Putchett was of an aspiring56 disposition57, and that in ascending58 the steps he exemplified his desire to get above the curbstone whose name was used as a qualifying adjective whenever Mr. Putchett was mentioned as a broker59. Those persons, however, who enjoyed the honor of Mr. Putchett's acquaintance immediately understood that the operator in question was in funds that day, and that he had taken the position from which he could most easily announce his moneyed condition to all who might desire assistance from him.
It was rather late in the day for business, and certain persons who had until that hour been unsuccessful in obtaining the accommodations desired were not at all particular whether their demands were satisfied in a handsome office, or under the only roof that can be enjoyed free of rent.
There came to Mr. Putchett oddly-clothed members of his own profession, and offered for sale securities whose numbers Mr. Putchett compared with those on a list of bonds stolen; men who deposited with him small articles of personal property—principally jewelry—as collaterals60 on small loans at short time and usurious rates; men who stood before him on the sidewalk, caught his eye, summoned him by a slight motion of the head, and disappeared around the corner, whither Mr. Putchett followed them only to promptly61 transact62 business and hurry back to his business-stand.
In fact, Mr. Putchett was very busy, and as in his case business invariably indicated profit, it was not wonderful that his rather unattractive face lightened and expressed its owner's satisfaction at the amount of business he was doing. Suddenly, however, there attacked Mr. Putchett the fate which, in its peculiarity63 of visiting people in their happiest hours, has been bemoaned64 by poets of genuine and doubtful inspiration, from the days of the sweet singer of Israel unto those of that sweet singer of Erin, whose recital65 of experience with young gazelles illustrates66 the remorselessness of the fate alluded67 to.
Plainly speaking, Mr. Putchett went suddenly under a cloud, for during one of his dashes around the corner after a man who had signaled him, and at the same time commenced to remove a ring from his finger, a small, dirty boy handed Mr. Putchett a soiled card, on which was penciled:
"Bayle is after you, about that diamond."
Despite the fact that Mr. Putchett had not been shaved for some days, and had apparently68 neglected the duty of facial ablution for quite as long a time, he turned pale and looked quickly behind him and across the street; then muttering "Just my luck!" and a few other words more desponding than polite in nature, he hurried to the Post-Office, where he penciled and dispatched a few postal-cards, signed in initials only, announcing an unexpected and temporary absence. Then, still looking carefully and often at the faces in sight, he entered a newspaper office and consulted a railway directory. He seemed in doubt, as he rapidly turned the leaves; and when he reached the timetable of a certain road running near and parallel to the seaside, the change in his countenance indicated that he had learned the whereabouts of a city of refuge.
An hour later Mr. Putchett, having to bid no family good-by, to care for no securities save those stowed away in his capacious pockets, and freed from the annoyance69 of baggage by reason of the fact that he had on his back the only outer garments that he owned, was rapidly leaving New York on a train, which he had carefully assured himself did not carry the dreaded70 Bayle.
Once fairly started, Mr. Putchett in some measure recovered his spirits. He introduced himself to a brakeman by means of a cigar, and questioned him until he satisfied himself that the place to which he had purchased a ticket was indeed unknown to the world, being far from the city, several miles from the railroad, and on a beach where boats could not safely land. He also learned that it was not a fashionable Summer resort, and that a few farmhouses71 (whose occupants took Summer boarders) and an unsuccessful hotel were the only buildings in the place.
Arrived at his destination, Mr. Putchett registered at the hotel and paid the week's board which the landlord, after a critical survey of his new patron, demanded in advance.
Then the exiled operator tilted73 a chair in the barroom, lit an execrable cigar, and, instead of expressing sentiments of gratitude74 appropriate to the occasion, gave way to profane75 condemnations of the bad fortune which had compelled him to abandon his business.
He hungrily examined the faces of the few fishermen of the neighboring bay who came in to drink and smoke, but no one of them seemed likely to need money—certainly no one of them seemed to have acceptable collaterals about his person or clothing. On the contrary, these men, while each one threw Mr. Putchett a stare of greater or less magnitude, let the financier alone so completely that he was conscious of a severe wound in his self-esteem.
It was a strange experience, and at first it angered him so that he strode up to the bar, ordered a glass of best brandy, and defiantly76 drank alone; but neither the strength of the liquor nor the intensity77 of his anger prevented him from soon feeling decidedly lonely.
At the cheap hotel at which he lodged78 when in New York there was no one who loved him or even feared him, but there were a few men of his own kind who had, for purposes of mutual79 recreation, tabooed business transactions with each other, and among these he found a grim sort of enjoyment—of companionship, at least. Here, however, he was so utterly80 alone as to be almost frightened, and the murmuring and moaning of the surf on the beach near the hotel added to his loneliness a sense of terror.
Almost overcome by dismal81 forebodings, Mr. Putchett hurried out of the hotel and toward the beach. Once upon the sands, he felt better; the few people who were there were strangers, of course, but they were women and children; and if the expression of those who noticed him was wondering, it was inoffensive—at times even pitying, and Mr. Putchett was in a humor to gratefully accept even pity.
Soon the sun fell, and the people straggled toward their respective boarding-houses, and Mr. Putchett, to fight off loneliness as long as possible, rose from the bench on which he had been sitting and followed the party up the beach.
He had supposed himself the last person that left the beach, but in a moment or two he heard a childish voice shouting:
"Mister, mister! I guess you've lost something!"
Mr. Putchett turned quickly, and saw a little girl, six or seven years of age, running toward him. In one hand she held a small pail and wooden shovel82, and in the other something bright, which was too large for her little hand to cover.
She reached the broker's side, turned up a bright, healthy face, opened her hand and displayed a watch, and said:
"It was right there on the bench where you were sitting. I couldn't think what it was, it shone so."
Mr. Putchett at first looked suspiciously at the child, for he had at one period of his life labored83 industriously84 in the business of dropping bogus pocketbooks and watches, and obtaining rewards from persons claiming to be their owners.
Mr. Putchett's new friend.
Mr. Putchett's new friend.
Examining the watch which the child handed him, however, he recognized it as one upon which he had lent twenty dollars earlier in the day.
First prudently85 replacing the watch in the pocket of his pantaloons, so as to avoid any complication while settling with the finder, he handed the child a quarter.
"Oh, no, thank you," said she, hastily; "mamma gives me money whenever I need it."
The experienced operator immediately placed the fractional currency where it might not tempt29 the child to change her mind. Then he studied her face with considerable curiosity, and asked:
"Do you live here?"
"Oh, no," she replied; "we're only spending the Summer here. We live in New York."
Mr. Putchett opened his eyes, whistled, and remarked:
"It's very funny."
"Why, I don't think so," said the child, very innocently. "Lots of people that board here come from New York. Don't you want to see my well? I dug the deepest well of anybody to-day. Just come and see—it's only a few steps from here."
Mechanically, as one straggling with a problem above his comprehension, the financier followed the child, and gazed into a hole, perhaps a foot and a half deep, on the beach.
"That's my well," said she, "and that one next it is Frank's. Nellie's is way up there. I guess hers would have been the biggest, but a wave came up and spoiled it."
Mr. Putchett looked from the well into the face of its little digger, and was suddenly conscious of an insane desire to drink some of the water. He took the child's pail, dipped some water, and was carrying it to his lips, when the child spoiled what was probably the first sentimental feeling of Mr. Putchett's life by hastily exclaiming:
"You mustn't drink that—it's salty!"
The sentimentalist sorrowfully put the bitter draught86 away, and the child rattled87 on:
"If you're down here to-morrow, I'll show you where we find scallop-shells; maybe you can find some with pink and yellow spots on them. I've got some. If you don't find any, I'll give you one."
"Thank you," said her companion.
Just then some one shouted "Alice!" and the child exclaiming, "Mamma's calling me; good-by," hurried away, while the broker walked slowly toward the hotel with an expression of countenance which would have hidden him from his oldest acquaintance.
Mr. Putchett spent the evening on the piazza88 instead of in the barroom, and he neither smoked nor drank. Before retiring he contracted with the colored cook to shave him in the morning, and to black his boots; and he visited the single store of the neighborhood and purchased a shirt, some collars, and a cravat89.
When in the morning he was duly shaved, dressed and brushed, he critically surveyed himself in the glass, and seemed quite dissatisfied. He moved from the glass, spread a newspaper on the table, and put into it the contents of his capacious pockets. A second examination before the glass seemed more satisfactory in result, thus indicating that to the eye of Mr. Putchett his well-stuffed pockets had been unsightly in effect.
The paper and its contents he gave the landlord to deposit in the hotel safe; then he ate a hurried, scanty90 breakfast, and again sought the bench on the beach.
No one was in sight, for it was scarcely breakfast-time at the boarding-houses; so he looked for little Alice's well, and mourned to find that the tide had not even left any sign of its location.
Then he seated himself on the bench again, contemplating91 his boots, looked up the road, stared out to sea, and then looked up the road again, tried to decipher some of the names carved on the bench, walked backward and forward, looking up the road at each turn he made, and in every way indicated the unpleasant effect of hope deferred92.
Finally, however, after two hours of fruitless search, Mr. Putchett's eyes were rewarded by the sight of little Alice approaching the beach with a bathing-party. He at first hurried forward to meet her, but he was restrained by a sentiment found alike in curbstone-brokers and in charming young ladies—a feeling that it is not well to give one's self away without first being sufficiently93 solicited94 to do so.
He noticed, with a mingled95 pleasure and uneasiness, that little Alice did not at first recognize him, so greatly had his toilet altered his general appearance.
Even after he made himself known, he was compelled to submit to further delay, for the party had come to the beach to bathe, and little Alice must bathe, too.
She emerged from a bathing-house in a garb96 very odd to the eyes of Mr. Putchett, but one which did not at all change that gentleman's opinion of the wearer. She ran into the water, was thrown down by the surf, she was swallowed by some big waves and dived through others, and all the while the veteran operator watched her with a solicitude97, which, despite his anxiety for her safety, gave him a sensation as delightful98 as it was strange.
The bath ended, Alice rejoined Mr. Putchett and conducted him to the spot where the wonderful shells with pink and yellow spots were found. The new shell-seeker was disgusted when the child shouted "Come along!" to several other children, and was correspondingly delighted when they said, in substance, that shells were not so attractive as once they were.
Mr. Putchett's researches in conchology were not particularly successful, for while he manfully moved about in the uncomfortable and ungraceful position peculiar to shell-seekers, he looked rather at the healthy, honest, eager little face near him than at the beach itself.
Suddenly, however, Mr. Putchett's opinion of shells underwent a radical99 change, for the child, straightening herself and taking something from her pocket, exclaimed:
"Oh, dear, somebody's picked up all the pretty ones. I thought, may be, there mightn't be any here, so I brought you one; just see what pretty pink and yellow spots there are on it."
Mr. Putchett looked, and there came into his face the first flush of color that had been there—except in anger—for years. He had occasionally received presents from business acquaintances, but he had correctly looked at them as having been forwarded as investments, so they awakened100 feelings of suspicion rather than of pleasure.
But at little Alice's shell he looked long and earnestly, and when he put it into his pocket he looked for two or three moments far away, and yet at nothing in particular.
"Do you have a nice boarding-house?" asked Alice, as they sauntered along the beach, stopping occasionally to pick up pebbles101 and to dig wells.
"Not very," said Mr. Putchett, the sanded barroom and his own rather dismal chamber102 coming to his mind.
"You ought to board where we do," said Alice, enthusiastically. "We have heaps of fun. Have you got a barn?"
Mr. Putchett confessed that he did not know.
"Oh, we've got a splendid one!" exclaimed the child. "There's stalls, and a granary, and a carriage-house and two lofts103 in it. We put out hay to the horses, and they eat it right out of our hands—aren't afraid a bit. Then we get into the granary, and bury ourselves all up in the oats, so only our heads stick out. The lofts are just lovely: one's full of hay and the other's full of wheat, and we chew the wheat, and make gum of it. The hay-stalks are real nice and sweet to chew, too. They only cut the hay last week, and we all rode in on the wagon—one, two, three, four—seven of us. Then we've got two croquet sets, and the boys make us whistles and squalks."
"Squalks?" interrogated104 the broker.
"Yes; they're split quills105, and you blow in them. They don't make very pretty music, but it's ever so funny. We've got two big swings and a hammock, too."
"Is the house very full?" asked Mr. Putchett.
"Not so very," replied the child. "If you come there to board, I'll make Frank teach you how to make whistles."
That afternoon Mr. Putchett took the train for New York, from which city he returned the next morning with quite a well-filled trunk. It was afterward stated by a person who had closely observed the capitalist's movements during his trip, that he had gone into a first-class clothier's and demanded suits of the best material and latest cut, regardless of cost, and that he had pursued the same singular coarse at a gent's furnishing store, and a fashionable jeweler's.
Certain it is that on the morning of Mr. Putchett's return a gentleman very well dressed, though seemingly ill at ease in his clothing, called at Mrs. Brown's boarding-house, and engaged a room, and that the younger ladies pronounced him very stylish107 and the older ones thought him very odd. But as he never intruded108, spoke only when spoken to, and devoted109 himself earnestly and entirely110 to the task of amusing the children, the boarders all admitted that he was very good-hearted.
Among Alice's numerous confidences, during her second stroll with Mr. Putchett, was information as to the date of her seventh birthday, now very near at hand. When the day arrived, her adorer arose unusually early, and spent an impatient hour or two awaiting Alice's appearance. As she bade him good-morning, he threw about her neck a chain, to which was attached an exquisite111 little watch; then, while the delighted child was astonishing her parents and the other boarders, Mr. Putchett betook himself to the barn in a state of abject112 sheepishness. He did not appear again until summoned by the breakfast-bell, and even then he sat with a very red face, and with eyes directed at his plate only. The child's mother remonstrated113 against so much money being squandered114 on a child, and attempted to return the watch, but he seemed so distressed115 at the idea that the lady dropped the subject.
For a fortnight, Mr. Putchett remained at the boarding-house, and grew daily in the estimation of every one. From being thought queer and strange, he gradually gained the reputation of being the best-hearted, most guileless, most considerate man alive. He was the faithful squire116 of all the ladies, both young and old, and was adored by all the children. His conversational117 powers—except on matters of business—were not great, but his very ignorance on all general topics, and the humility118 born of that ignorance, gave to his manners a deference119 which was more gratifying to most ladies than brilliant loquacity120 would have been. He even helped little Alice to study a Sunday-school lesson, and the experience was so entirely new to him, that he became more deeply interested than the little learner herself. He went to church on Sunday, and was probably the most attentive121 listener the rather prosy old pastor122 had.
Of course he bathed—everybody did. A stout123 rope was stretched from a post on the shore to a buoy124 in deep water where it was anchored, and back and forth125 on this rope capered126 every day twenty or thirty hideously127 dressed but very happy people, among whom might always be seen Mr. Putchett with a child on his shoulder.
One day the waves seemed to viciously break near the shore, and the bathers all followed the rope out to where there were swells128 instead of breakers. Mr. Putchett was there, of course, with little Alice. He seemed perfectly129 enamored of the water, and delighted in venturing as far to the sea as the rope would allow, and there ride on the swells, and go through all other ridiculously happy antics peculiar to ocean-lovers who cannot swim.
Suddenly Mr. Putchett's hand seemed to receive a shock, and he felt himself sinking lower than usual, while above the noise of the surf and the confusion of voices he heard some one roar:
"The rope has broken—scramble ashore130!"
He threw up his hand as a signal that the line should be drawn131 in.
He threw up his hand as a signal that
the line should be drawn in.
The startled man pulled frantically132 at the piece of rope in his hand, but found to his horror that it offered no assistance; it was evident that the break was between him and the shore. He kicked and paddled rapidly, but seemed to make no headway, and while Alice, realizing the danger, commenced to cry piteously, Mr. Putchett plainly saw on the shore the child's mother in an apparent frenzy of excitement and terror.
The few men present—mostly boarding-house keepers and also ex-sailors and fishermen—hastened with a piece of the broken rope to drag down a fishing-boat which lay on the sand beyond reach of the tide. Meanwhile a boy found a fishing-line, to the end of which a stone was fastened and thrown toward the imperiled couple.
Mr. Putchett snatched at the line and caught it, and in an instant half a dozen women pulled upon it, only to have it break almost inside Mr. Putchett's hands. Again it was thrown, and again the frightened broker caught it. This time he wound it about Alice's arm, put the end into her hand, kissed her forehead, said, "Good-by, little angel, God bless you," and threw up his hand as a signal that the line should be drawn in. In less than a minute little Alice was in her mother's arms, but when the line was ready to be thrown again, Mr. Putchett was not visible.
By this time the boat was at the water's edge, and four men—two of whom were familiar with rowing—sat at the oars106, while two of the old fishermen stood by to launch the boat at the proper instant. Suddenly they shot it into the water, but the clumsy dip of an oar72 turned it broadside to the wave, and in an instant it was thrown, waterlogged, upon the beach. Several precious moments were spent in righting the boat and bailing133 out the water, after which the boat was safely launched, the fishermen sprang to the oars, and in a moment or two were abreast134 the buoy.
Mr. Putchett was not to be seen—even had he reached the buoy it could not have supported him, for it was but a small stick of wood. One of the boarders—he who had swamped the boat—dived several times, and finally there came to the surface a confused mass of humanity which separated into the forms of the diver and the broker.
A few strokes of the oars beached the boat, and old "Captain" Redding, who had spent his Winters at a government life-saving station, picked up Mr. Putchett, carried him up to the dry sand, laid him face downward, raised his head a little, and shouted:
"Somebody stand between him and the sun so's to shade his head! Slap his hands, one man to each hand. Scrape up some of that hot, dry sand, and pile it on his feet and legs. Everybody else stand off and give him air."
The captain's orders were promptly obeyed, and there the women and children, some of them weeping, and all of them pale and silent, stood in a group in front of the bathing-house and looked up.
"Somebody run to the hotel for brandy," shouted the captain.
"Here's brandy," said a strange voice, "and I've got a hundred dollars for you if you bring him to life."
Every one looked at the speaker, and seemed rather to dislike what they saw. He was a smart-looking man, but his face seemed very cold and forbidding; he stood apart, with arms folded, and seemed regardless of the looks fastened upon him. Finally Mrs. Blough, one of the most successful and irrepressible gossips in the neighborhood, approached him and asked him if he was a relative of Mr. Putchett's.
"No, ma'am," replied the man, with unmoved countenance. "I'm an officer with a warrant for his arrest, on suspicion of receiving stolen goods. I've searched his traps at the hotel and boarding-house this morning, but can't find what I'm looking for. It's been traced to him, though—has he shown any of you ladies a large diamond?"
"No," said Mrs. Blough, quite tartly135, "and none of us would have believed it of him, either."
"I suppose not," said the officer, his face softening136 a little. "I've seen plenty of such cases before, though. Besides, it isn't my first call on Putchett—not by several."
Mrs. Blough walked indignantly away, but, true to her nature, she quickly repeated her news to her neighbors.
"He's coming to!" shouted the captain, turning Mr. Putchett on his back and attempting to provoke respiration137. The officer was by his side in a moment. Mr. Putchett's eyes had closed naturally, the captain said, and his lips had moved. Suddenly the stranger laid a hand on the collar of the insensible man, and disclosed a cord about his neck.
"Captain," said the officer, in a voice very low, but hurried and trembling with excitement, "Putchett's had a very narrow escape, and I hate to trouble him, but I must do my duty. There's been a five thousand dollar diamond traced to him. He advanced money on it, knowing it was stolen. I've searched his property and can't find it, but I'll bet a thousand it's on that string around his neck—that's Putchett all over. Now, you let me take it, and I'll let him alone; nobody else need know what's happened. He seems to have behaved himself here, judging by the good opinion folks have of him, and he deserves to have a chance which he won't get if I take him to jail."
The women had comprehended, from the look of the stranger and the captain, that something unusual was going on, and they had crowded nearer and nearer, until they heard the officer's last words.
"You're a dreadful, hateful man!" exclaimed little Alice.
The officer winced138.
"Hush139, daughter," said Alice's mother; then she said: "Let him take it, captain; it's too awful to think of a man's going right to prison from the gates of death."
The officer did not wait for further permission, but hastily opened the bathing-dress of the still insensible figure.
Suddenly the officer started back with an oath, and the people saw, fastened to a string and lying over Mr. Putchett's heart, a small scallop-shell, variegated140 with pink and yellow spots.
"It's one I gave him when I first came here, because he couldn't find any," sobbed little Alice.
The officer, seeming suddenly to imagine that the gem39 might be secreted141 in the hollow of the shell, snatched at it and turned it over. Mr. Putchett's arm suddenly moved; his hand grasped the shell and carried it toward his lips; his eyes opened for a moment and fell upon the officer, at the sight of whom Mr. Putchett shivered and closed his eyes again.
"That chill's a bad sign," muttered the captain.
Mr. Putchett's eyes opened once more, and sought little Alice; his face broke into a faint smile, and she stooped and kissed him. The smile on his face grew brighter for an instant, then he closed his eyes and quietly carried the case up to a Court of Final Appeals, before which the officer showed no desire to give evidence.
Mr. Putchett was buried the next day, and most of the people in the neighborhood were invited to the funeral. The story went rapidly about the neighborhood, and in consequence there were present at the funeral a number of uninvited persons: among these were the cook, bar-keeper and hostler of the hotel, who stood uncomfortably a little way from the house until the procession started, when they followed at a respectful distance in the rear.
When the grave was reached, those who dug it—who were also of those who carried the bier—were surprised to find the bottom of the coffin-box strewn and hidden with wild flowers and scraps142 of evergreen143.
The service of the Church of England was read, and as the words, "Ashes to ashes; dust to dust," were repeated, a bouquet144 of wild flowers was tossed over the heads of the mourners and into the grave. Mrs. Blough, though deeply affected145 by the services, looked quickly back to see who was the giver, and saw the officer (who had not been seen before that day) with such an embarrassed countenance as to leave no room for doubt. He left before daylight next morning, to catch a very early train: but persons passing the old graveyard146 that day beheld147 on Putchett's grave a handsome bush of white roses, which bush old Mrs. Gale148, living near the hotel, declared was a darling pot-plant which had been purchased of her on the previous evening by an ill-favored man who declared he must have it, no matter how much he paid for it.
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