A HAPPY REUNION
Josie's telegram to Mary Louise, announcing the wonderful news that
Captain and Mrs. Stephen Waller were found, united and on the eve of
departing for Dorfield, was delivered at the Dexter's apartment,
received by the little new maid and carefully deposited with the other
mail. The mistress had gone on a short journey to a neighboring town
with her young husband and expected to be away from home about
twenty-four hours. The joyful tidings lay hidden in the yellow envelope
of the telegraph company, and Polly and Peter serenely followed the
routine of the Children's Home Society in ignorance of the happiness
in store for them.
They were happy in this institution, happier than they had been since
their dear mother had begun the ceaseless and uncontrollable weeping
that had made it impossible to tear her children from her and
incarcerate her in Dr. Harper's sanitarium. Was not everyone kind to
them? Was not the food regular and wholesome with frequent delightful
treats from the beautiful Mrs. Dexter, who seemed to feel that the
Waller children were her especial orphans? Did not Polly have all the
babies to nurse and fondle that her motherly soul craved, and did not
Peter have huge piles of sand in which he might dig to his heart's
content? The only thing that marred their happiness was that some
kind-hearted person might insist upon adopting them and they would be
separated.
"There isn't much chance of anybody wantin' me," said Polly, "cause of
my hair bein' so straight. It's your curls that are the maindes'
trouble, Peter."
"Yes, I know," said Peter sadly. "I don't see what the angel that fits
the wigs on babies was a thinkin' 'bout when he did us so dirt. If we'd
a been twinses I wouldn't er blamed him for getting' kinder mixed up
an' bornin' me curly an' you straight, 'cause I reckon twinses are
right confusin', but th'ain't no 'souse when there was plenty of time
with nobody hurryin' 'em a bit. I don't see what anybody wants their
hair all kinked up like water spaniels for. I wisht mine was as
straight, as straight. I wouldn't mind a bit bein' bald headed. I tell
you what, Polly, s'pose I shave my head and nobody won't know about my
old curls!"
"Oh, no, no!" cried Polly. "You mustn't, Peter dear. It would o' been
all right if you had done it while Cousin Dink had us, 'cause it would
o' made her so mad, but we mustn't do anything to make Dr. Weston and
dear Mrs. Dexter feel sad, 'cause they're so nice an' good to us.
Another thing--s'posin' you shaved your head an' all of a sudden Mother
came. How would you feel then, mister?"
"I reckon I'd feel pretty bald headed," said Peter. "But Mother ain't
ever comin', Polly. What makes you say that?"
"I keep on a dreamin' 'bout her," answered Polly, wiping away a little
tear that gathered in the corner of her eye. "Last night I dreamed and
dreamed. She was laughing and happy and wasn't cryin' any more."
"Oh! Maybe she knows ol' Cousin Dink is gone off an' lef' us. I reckon
that would make her smile," suggested Peter. "I wisht I could dream
'bout her an' Daddy. One time I did dream 'bout him before we come here
to live but I thought that time he was a p'liceman an' was gonter git
us."
"I reckon poor Daddy is a angel in heaven by now. He'd be a soldier
angel in khaki," mused Polly. "He'd be a awful big handsome angel. If
you could only remember him, Peter! It would be so comfortin' somehow
if you could remember him the way I can,"
"Yes, him an' the vi'lets!"
The children were sitting on a bench under the old box bushes that were
clustered in the corner of the Hathaway garden. Spring had come to
Dorfield. The trees were budding, jonquils and tulips were blooming.
The foolish peaches were sticking out their pink noses forgetful of the
fact that the year before an untimely frost had nipped them in the bud.
But there was no frost in the air on that evening when, after an early,
wholesome tea the Waller children had sought the sweet seclusion of the
box bushes there to talk on the old days.
"I wonder where ol' Cousin Dink is anyhow," ventured Polly.
"I ain't knowin' or carin'. She's a mean ol' bulwhinger wherever she
is." Peter had a funny way of making up names to suit occasions. What a
bulwhinger was Polly did not know but it was a pretty good name for
Dink. "I just hope I ain't ever gonter see her again. I ain't scairt of
her anymore though. Are you, Polly?"
"I ain't 'zactly but I hope she's gone for good--" The word froze on
Polly's lips. She threw her arm around Peter as though to protect him.
Coming along the garden path was none other than the dreaded Dink.
"Get a move on you, you kids," was her greeting. "I have come for you.
I haven't got all day to wait, either. Never mind your hats. I'll buy
you some new ones. Now don't set up a bawl. God knows it ain't any
treat to me to have you tagging along after me. Mind me! Come along."
Polly and Peter clung to one another and refused to move.
"I'm not going with you and neither is Peter," declared Polly. "You are
a bad, wicked woman who tells lies."
"Oh ho! So you are not coming with me. Well, we'll see about that. I
don't want to raise a row but I fancy you will come when I tell you
your mother has sent me to get you. Eh?"
"No, we won't come then because bur mother would never send you to get
us. If she was living she would come herself if she could and if she
couldn't she'd get somebody better'n you to come."
Polly's eyes were flashing and her nostrils swelling. She must protect
Peter at all cost to herself, even though the hated Dink would kill her
for telling her such unpleasant truths. She stood up in front of the
scornful, handsome, hard-eyed woman and defied her.
"Run, Peter! Go tell Dr. Weston!" she cried to her little brother.
Peter was up and away in a flash. Dink made a dive for him but Polly
grabbed her skirt and the moment's delay gave Peter a good start. Dink
turned, gave Polly a wicked slap on her cheek, jerked her skirt from
her grasp and flew down the walk after Peter. Peter's legs were short
and Dink's extremely long. Long legs were gaining on short legs.
"She's gonter git me! She's gonter git me!" Peter told himself, but in
spite of his despair he ran the faster.
The vicious slap on Polly's soft cheek had for a moment staggered the
little girl, but Polly was the stuff that heroines are made of. Down
the walk she ran after Dink. Whatever got Peter would have to get her
as well. Dink was gaining on Peter; Polly was gaining on Dink. In
imagination Peter felt long, strong, slim fingers grabbing him by the
collar of his little jacket. Dink had caught him in that manner in days
gone by and shaken him and slapped him--even pinched him with those
long, strong fingers. She would do it again. She would surely get him.
Good-bye to the sand pile and three meals a day! Good-bye to dear Mrs.
Dexter and her wonderful stories and frequent treats! Better to be
adopted than to have Dink get him.
Just as Peter gave up hope, knowing full well that the hated Dink was
close enough to put out her hand and catch him, he ran plump into the
arms of a khaki clad man who caught him to his breast with a dry sob.
"Son, little son!" Peter heard him whisper.
"Now I'm gone dead," Peter decided. "Polly said Daddy would be a
soldier angel and now I'm in heaven with him. Ol' Dink scairt me to
death." He closed his eyes contentedly.
"Mother! Mother!" cried Polly. In a moment she too was in heaven
without having to die to get there. Her mother held her so tight it
seemed as though she would never let her from her arms again.
"My darling! My darling!" was all Mrs. Waller could say.
Dink, too, was in an embrace, but not such a loving one. She had no
idea who these persons were who had come upon the scene of action at
such an untimely moment. She only knew that a small sandy haired girl
had her by the wrists and it was useless to struggle.
"Let me go!" she said shrilly. "Who are you anyhow and what do you
folks mean by interfering with me and my children?"
"To be sure, we have the advantage of you, Miss E. Dingus, alias Hester
Broughton, alias Margery Dubois," said Josie cheerily. "Allow me to
introduce you to Mrs. Stephen Waller and Captain Stephen Waller. I
fancy you had come to the Children's Home Society for your charges. Of
course you left them here so informally I imagine you thought any
formality in removing them would be unnecessary. It seems we arrived in
the nick of time. The garden bench, where you have just had the
conversation with Polly and Peter is in earshot as well as in sight of
the street. I thought I might as well tell you this to save you trouble
in the tale you are no doubt concocting. I am sure Captain Waller will
want me to let you go and not have you arrested. He has his children
and I fancy he can do very well without avenging himself. Is not that
right, Captain Waller?"
A nod from the khaki angel assured Josie she was. She loosened her hold
on the furious if crestfallen Dink.
"I'll walk a little way with you, however, Miss Dingus. I want to give
you a little advice. You needn't bother to answer me but you must
listen. I know I irritate you beyond endurance but you have caused me a
great deal of trouble and expense and taken much of my valuable time
and now it is up to you to give me a few moments of yours."
Miss Dingus looked at the small, sandy haired girl with astonishment.
"Well, can you beat it?" was all she said. Without a word of farewell
to the children she had but a moment before announced as her own, she
turned on her French heels and walked out of the Hathaway garden. Josie
caught step with her and continued her conversation. When Josie
O'Gorman had something to say she usually said it.
"No doubt you wonder how I got in on this. I'll tell you, Miss Dingus.
I got in from the moment you entered the Children's Home Society,
disguised more or less in a cheap serge suit, with two poor little
kiddies with dirty faces and eyes full of tears. I saw by your shoes
that your dress was not the kind you usually wore and you had put it on
to pretend you could not care for the children--were too poor. I saw
how indifferent you were to Polly and Peter and how interested you were
in yourself. You don't remember me, of course. You were too taken up
with yourself--always are in fact--to notice other persons. I am the
unimportant person who put you on to a shoe sale. I knew you would take
advantage of it. I am also the person who sat by you when you were
purchasing the shoes and flattered you about your feet. They are pretty
but they have led you out of the straight and narrow path. I am going
to give you some advice now. You won't follow it because, Miss Dingus,
when all is told you have very little sense."
"Can you beat it?" Dink repeated.
"Mighty little sense and no heart, but you are a woman and my
sympathies are with you, so I'll go ahead with my advice. In the first
place, when you want to destroy letters stay with them until they are
burned to ashes. A grate in a boarding house is a poor place in which
to leave letters you don't want seen."
"Oh!" gasped Dink.
"In the next place, don't trust handsome, distant cousins, who get you
to do the dirty work."
"You mean Chester Hunt?"
"Yes, Chester Hunt! He is on to you, Miss Dingus, and since I put him
wise to your disloyalty I feel it but fair to put you on to his. Don't
trust him an inch. He is even worse than you are, because he has some
sense and there is no excuse for him. In the first place he has no more
idea of marrying you than he has of marrying me--in fact not quite so
much," declared Josie with a twinkle in her eye. "He thinks I am such a
good cook he might even consider me, but he looks down upon you as
beneath him socially in spite of the fact that your are distant
cousins. He has merely played with you and used you to gain his ends. I
can tell you on my word of honor that he intended to marry his
step-brother's widow, Mrs. Stephen Waller, and nothing but the timely
coming alive of Captain Waller prevented his trying to carry out his
plans. Of course, I was Johnny-on-the-spot and would have saved the dear
lady from such a terrible fate. There is no use in your swelling your
nostrils at me and pretending you scorn me and my news. I have proof
positive of it all. I have lived in Chester Hunt's home in Atlanta as a
domestic and there I discovered many things."
"Who are you anyhow?" stormed Dink.
Josie turned back the lapel of her coat and one glance at what it
disclosed was enough for the scornful Dink.
"You made the poor little kiddies afraid of policemen because you were
afraid of them yourself, eh? Well, you can beat it now. Anyhow, when
Chester Hunt looks you up, which he is sure to do, and begins to
reproach you for having been false to the trust he imposed in you, you
can just meet fire with fire and you can also tell him that Josie
Larson sends her regards. I fancy you have come for the children
because he has written he might come to see you any day."
Dink nodded miserably.
"He may be on his way to Chicago now, but I rather fancy he will stop
awhile and rest up. He has been ill with lumbago and on top of that the
shock of finding his much loved brother, Stephen Waller, to be alive
and well has been too much for him. When he is able to travel again he
will travel directly towards you and if you are any wiser now than you
were ten minutes ago you will make it convenient to change your
address. It would be the better part of valor not to meet Chester Hunt
until he has cooled down a bit."
"Thanks!" cried Miss Dingus in ludicrous haste. "I believe you. I'll be
going now." With a nonchalant nod she turned the corner walking as fast
as her long legs could carry her in the direction of the railroad
station.
On returning to the Hathaway house Josie found that Mary Louise and her
husband, having finally received the telegram, had hastened to inform
Polly and Peter of the good news contained therein. Already they were
fast friends with the Wallers. Dr. Weston had joined them and came in
for his share of thanks from the grateful parents.
The children looked very happy. Peter acknowledged that he was glad he
wasn't dead and his father was not an angel after all.
"I'd ruther a' been dead than go back with ol' Dink, though," said
Peter snuggling in his mother's arms.
The children changed laps every now and then, as though to make sure
that both parents were really alive and well and belonged to them,
Polly and Peter.