GERTRUDE HAS AN ADVENTURE.
It was with a light heart that Gertrude hurried to the ferry, crossed to
the New Jersey side, and took the express train for Lakewood. She did
not dream of the trick that had been practiced upon her, and anticipated
only a good engagement and a delightful ride on the cars.
For a long while she sat by the window, drinking in the swiftly moving
panorama as the train flew by station after station, and farms, and
woods. But few stops were made, and she had the entire seat to herself.
She would have been very much surprised had she known that Homer Bulson
was watching her, yet such was the case.
The man had seen her get on board, and now occupied a seat in the
smoker. His face wore a smile of triumph, for he felt that the girl was
already in his power.
It was just noon when the train pulled into the elegant little station
at Lakewood, and Gertrude alighted. Hotel stages were everywhere, and
so were cabs and cabmen.
At last she found a newsboy who directed her where to go. She thought he
looked at her rather queerly when he found out where the place was, but
he said nothing, and she asked no further questions. Soon she was
hurrying down the country road leading toward Sarah Higgins' place.
As she moved along she had to confess to herself that the surroundings
were hardly what she had anticipated. The road was little more than a
bypath, and was by no means well kept.
"Perhaps this is a short cut to something better," she thought. "That
newsboy didn't want me to walk any further than necessary. But I must
say I see no mansions anywhere around--only the plainest kind of
farmhouses."
At last she reached the spot the boy had mentioned. In a clump of pines
was a dilapidated cottage, half stone and half wood, with a dooryard in
front choked with weeds.
"There surely is some mistake," said the girl to herself. "This can't be
the house. I'll go in and find out where Mrs. Broaderick's home really
is."
She passed through the open gateway and made her way up the rough garden
path. The door was closed to the cottage, and so were all the windows.
She knocked loudly.
There was a wait of a minute, and she knocked again. At length the door
was opened cautiously and Sarah Higgins, dressed in a dirty wrapper and
with her hair flying in all directions, showed herself.
"Excuse me, but can you tell me where Mrs. Broaderick's house is?" asked
Gertrude politely.
"What's that?" asked Sarah Higgins, in a high-pitched voice, and placed
one hand behind her ear.
"I wish to find Mrs. Broaderick's house. Will you tell me where it is?"
went on the girl, in a louder key.
"Don't know Mrs. Broaderick," replied Sarah Higgins. Then she gave
Gertrude a searching look. "Come in and rest, won't you? You look tired
out."
"Thank you; I'll rest a moment," answered Gertrude. She was somewhat
dismayed by the turn affairs had taken. "And do you know most of the
folks around here?" she continued.
The question had to be repeated twice before the half-deaf woman
understood.
"Of course I do, miss," she answered. "Haven't I lived here going on
forty-five years--since I was a little girl?"
"Then you must know Mrs. Broaderick--or perhaps she is a newcomer."
"Never heard the name before. But, tell me, is your name Gertrude?"
"It is!" cried the girl in wonder. "How did you guess it?"
"I've been expecting you, my dear. It's all right, make yourself at
home," went on Sarah Higgins soothingly. "Let me take your hat, that's a
good young lady." And she started to take Gertrude's hat from her head.
She had been told that the girl would arrive that noon and would most
likely inquire for an imaginary person named Broaderick. Homer Bulson
had certainly laid his plans well.
"Don't! leave my hat be!" cried Gertrude, and shrank back in alarm. "You
seem to know my first name, madam, but I do not know you."
"Never mind; make yourself at home," said Sarah Higgins soothingly.
"But I do not wish to remain here. I want to find the lady I have come
to Lakewood to see," insisted poor Gertrude. Then she started for the
door--to find herself confronted by Homer Bulson.
"You!" she gasped, and sank back on a chair.
"You didn't expect to see me, did you?" he asked sarcastically, as he
came in and shut the door.
"I--I did not," she faltered. "What brought you here?"
"Well, if you must know, I was curious to learn where you were going,
Gertrude," he said in a low voice, that Sarah Higgins might not
understand. "I followed you from the ferry in New York."
"You were on the express train?"
"I was."
"You had no right to follow me."
"But what are you doing here?" he went on, bound to "mix up" matters
both for her and for Sarah Higgins, so that the latter might think
Gertrude quite out of her mind.
"I came to Lakewood on business." Gertrude arose. "Let me pass."
"Don't be in such a hurry, Gertrude; I wish to talk to you."
"But I do not wish to speak to you, Mr. Bulson."
"Gertrude, you are cruel--why not listen?"
"Because I do not wish to hear what you want to say."
"But you don't know what I have to say," he persisted.
"I know all I wish to know. Now let me pass."
She tried to make her way to the door, but he quickly caught her by the
arm.
"You shall not go," he said.
At this she let out a scream, but he only smiled, while Sarah Higgins
looked on curiously.
"Screaming will do you no good, Gertrude. This house is quarter of a
mile from any other, and the road is but little used."
"You are cruel--let me go!" said she, and burst into tears.
"You shall never leave until you listen to me," he said. And then he
tried his best to reason with her for fully an hour, but she would not
hearken. At last she grew as pale as a sheet.
"This whole thing is a trick--the letter and all!" she gasped, and fell
in a swoon. He caught her and carried her to an upper chamber of the
cottage. Here he placed her on a couch, and then went below again,
locking the door after him.
"It's a way she has at times," he explained to Sarah Higgins. "She is
not always so bad. She will be quite herself in a few days, and then
she will remember nothing of this."
"Poor dear!" was the answer. "It's dreadful to be so out of one's mind."
"You must take care that she does not escape."
"I will, sir. But about that money?" And the woman's eyes gleamed
greedily.
"There is ten dollars on account." And Homer Bulson handed over the
amount.
"Thank you, sir. She shall have the best of care--and she won't get
away, never fear."
"I was going to remain over in Lakewood to-night, but I find I must
return to New York," went on Bulson. "I'll be back again some time
to-morrow or the day after. In the meantime do not let her get out of
the room."
"I will do as you say, sir," answered Sarah Higgins, and then Gertrude's
cousin took his departure.
It did not take the girl long to come out of her swoon, and she at once
ran to the door. Finding it locked she went to the window, determined to
leap to the ground, if she could do nothing better. But, alas! Homer
Bulson had made his calculations only too well. The window was slatted
over on the outside, making the apartment virtually a prison cell.
She saw that the slats had been put on recently, and this made her more
sure than ever that the whole thing was a plot. The letter had been a
decoy, and had been used solely to get her in his power.
"What does he expect to do?" she asked herself. "I have given him every
claim on Uncle Mark's fortune; what more can he wish? Is he afraid I may
go back? Perhaps he wants to take my life, so as to be certain I will
not cross his path again." And she shivered.
Listening, she heard Homer Bulson bid Sarah Higgins good-by and leave
the cottage. At this she breathed a sigh of relief. She knocked steadily
on the door, and presently the woman came up.
"What do you want?" she asked through the keyhole.
"Are you going to keep me a prisoner here?"
"Only for a little while, my dear."
"Where has Mr. Bulson gone?"
"To New York, I believe."
"When will he be back?"
"To-morrow, or the day after."
"You expect to keep me here all night?" cried Gertrude, in astonishment.
"Now, don't grow excited," pleaded Sarah Higgins. "Yes, you'll have to
stay here until to-morrow, and perhaps some time longer. Now you had
better lie down and rest yourself."
And then the woman tramped off, leaving Gertrude filled with wonder and
dismay.