A PRISONER.
"I believe I'll go to see little John this afternoon," said Louise.
"You can take him the last 'St. Nicholas' if you do. I'd rather have
you go there than to Dora's or Elsie's, for then I shall not wish so
much that I could go with you," answered Bess, who was to spend the
afternoon at the dentist's.
Louise found the magazine and then walked as far an the Armstrongs'
gate with her sister and Joanna.
"Good-by," she said; "I hope Dr. Atmore won't hurt you."
Several hours later Bess entered the room where Mrs. Howard was taking
off her wraps, and asked, "Do you know where Louise is, Aunt Zelie?"
"Why, no, I have only just come in; can't you find her?"
"No, Auntie, and I have looked everywhere."
"Surely she must be in the house; it is nearly dark. Did you have your
tooth attended to?"
Bess forgot everything else in the interest of relating her
afternoon's experience, but when the story was finished she began
again to wonder what had become of Louise.
"I think Carl has just come in--I hear his whistle; perhaps she is
with him," said Aunt Zelie. But upon inquiry he had not seen her since
lunch.
"And you have looked everywhere? In the star chamber, and the library,
and--"
"Yes, and I have asked Sukey and James, and they have not seen her,"
Bess replied.
"It is a little strange, for she knows I do not like to have her out
late. She was going to John's, wasn't she?"
"I know she went there, for she walked as far as the gate with me.
Perhaps some of the boys are there and will bring her home," said
Bess.
"We will wait a quarter of an hour, and if she does not come I'll send
over to the Armstrongs'," said Mrs. Howard.
The minutes slipped away, but no Louise; and Joanna, who was sent in
search of her, returned with the news that she had left there about
four o'clock.
"Oh, dear! She must be lost!" Bess exclaimed.
"Louise get lost! Nonsense! She could find her way anywhere," said
Carl.
"I hardly think she can be lost, but I am worried about her. Joanna,
you'd better go to Mrs. Warner's, and, Carl, suppose you run over to
Miss Brown's, she may be there," and Aunt Zelie walked to the window
and looked out into the darkness. "It is beginning to snow," she said.
Neither Miss Brown nor the Warners had seen Louise, nor had she been
heard of at the Morrises', and they were trying to think what to do
next when Mr. Hazeltine came in.
"Father, she must be lost, don't you think so?" asked Bess, when
matters were explained to him.
"I don't know what to think," he answered. "Louise is not the kind of
a child to get lost easily."
"So I say," added Carl.
"Then somebody has stolen her like Charlie Ross, and I'll never see
her again."
"It is too soon to despair, dearie," said Aunt Zelie, as Bess looked
ready to cry.
"Suppose we have some dinner, and then if we hear nothing in the
meantime, I'll go to the Armstrongs' and try to find a clue to start
with," said Mr. Hazeltine.
It was not a cheerful meal, in spite of Aunt Zelie's effort to hide
her anxiety and talk of other things. It seemed as if Louise's bright
face must appear each minute; but dinner was over and no word of her.
The snow was falling fast when Carl and his father started out. Little
John could tell them nothing more than that Louise had been there for
an hour, and then said she must go, as there was something she wanted
to do. He watched her out of the gate and thought she went home.
"It is a great puzzle," said Carl when they were on the street again.
"It is indeed," his father replied, looking up and down irresolutely.
"Are you worried? What do you think can have happened to her?"
"I don't know, my son; yes, I am very much worried. I wish William was
not away from home. I think, perhaps, the best thing I can do is to
see Roberts." Roberts was a detective, and Carl began to feel that the
situation was serious.
There was nothing for Aunt Zelie and Bess to do that long evening but
wait and try to be patient. Mr. Hazeltine promised to telephone the
moment he discovered the least clue to her whereabouts.
And where was Louise?
While she and John were playing checkers she overheard Mr. Armstrong
talking to his wife about a book which he evidently was very anxious
to have, and which he seemed unable to find either at the library or
the bookstores.
At the first mention of the title Louise was sure she had seen it on
their own library table at home, and remembered hearing her father and
uncle discuss it. "I know father will lend it to him," she thought,
and was about to say so to Mr. Armstrong, when she recollected that
Uncle William had borrowed it.
"I am sure he has finished it," she thought, "and at any rate he has
gone to Chicago. I'll go home and ask Aunt Zelie to let me get it."
Eager to do this kindness, she ran off as soon as the game was
finished.
But everybody was out. James was at work in the cellar; Mandy so
occupied with her pantry shelves that she did not know when Louise
passed through the kitchen; Sukey had taken Helen and Carie for a
walk, and Aunt Zelie was at a lecture. What should she do?
She went up to the star chamber, hoping to find Carl and coax him to
go with her, but he was not there. She wanted very much to get that
book for Mr. Armstrong. He wished to make use of it in a lecture he
expected to give on Monday night, so it was important that he should
have it as soon as possible. She knew the way to Uncle William's
perfectly, but she and Bess never went so far by themselves.
"I can go all the way on the cars," she said to herself. "Nothing
could happen to me, and I can't ask Aunt Zelie when she isn't here."
Trying to satisfy her conscience in this way, she found her
pocket-book and started out. It happened that she saw nobody she knew
as she waited on the corner for the car, feeling very independent.
The afternoon was cold and cloudy, and the ride seemed longer than
usual.
"I wish I had asked Dora to come with me," she thought; "I shall have
to hurry to get hack before dark."
"I want to go to the library just a minute, Bruce," she said to the
man who opened the door.
He looked somewhat surprised to see her alone, but made no comment,
only replying, "I am afraid it is rather cold there; we are having the
furnace cleaned to-day."
"I only want to get a book. I'm not going to stay. And you needn't
wait, Bruce. I can let myself out," she said.
The library was at the end of the hall, almost opposite the front
door, but somewhat cut off from the rest of the house, as it
communicated with no other room.
As Louise entered she pushed the door to behind her. Yes, there was
the volume she wanted on the table. Taking it up and turning to go,
her eyes fell on the corner where Uncle William kept his story
books--books intended for his young guests, which he very much enjoyed
reading himself sometimes, and to which he was constantly adding. As
there seemed to be some new ones, Louise sat down to examine them, and
before she knew it became absorbed. When at length she looked up it
was beginning to grow dark.
"Dear me! what will Aunt Zelie say? I must hurry," she exclaimed, and
running to the door she stopped in bewilderment, for there wasn't any
knob, and yet it was securely latched. She was very much puzzled. For
a few minutes it seemed rather funny to be fastened up in Uncle
William's library, but when all her attempts to open the door failed
it did not seem so much like a joke. She tried pounding on it, but any
noise such small hands might make could not be heard twenty feet away.
Louise soon realized this; the servants she knew were on the other
side of the house and might not come near the library till the next
day. She thought of the windows, and tried them one after another,
standing on tiptoe on the sill, but she could not move the fastenings.
The one that faced the street was too far back for any possibility of
attracting the attention of passers-by.
"What shall I do? They won't know what has become of me," she said.
She wondered if Bruce would not come to turn on the light in the hall,
only to be disappointed again, for when she peeped through the keyhole
it was already burning. Again and again she tried to move the latch
with a pen-knife, and then with a paper-cutter, but without success.
Then she sat down to think. There was nothing to do but wait. She was
a brave little person, but as she saw how dark it was growing and
thought of home with all its light and cheer she could not keep the
tears out of her eyes.
How foolish she had been, and naughty, too! What right had she to the
book? She ought to have asked her father's permission before she
thought of going for it. This was all quite clear now.
The room was cold, and outside the wind whistled about the house. The
snow had begun to fall so thickly that when she went to the window she
could not see the street. It was some comfort to turn on the electric
light, but it did not keep her from being cold and tired and hungry.
The clock said a quarter past six; in a few minutes more they would be
eating dinner at home. Somebody _must_ come; she couldn't stay there
all night.
She went to the door again and called "Bruce! Bruce!" till she was
tired. Slowly the hands of the clock moved on: seven; half-past;
eight. Her excited imagination began to bring to her mind all the
stories of burglars she had ever heard. Suppose some one should come
to rob the house, knowing the family were away! She was afraid to take
her eyes off the door, and much as she longed for release she almost
dreaded to see it open. She sat on the floor, pulling a great
bear-skin rug over her, and by and by she fell asleep with her head on
a chair. Then she dreamed that she was out in a sleigh in a furious
snow-storm. Carl was with her and Bruce was driving, and they were
chased by wolves. (This was probably suggested by the story she had
been reading, which was one of Russian adventure.) The wolves gained
upon them, though they seemed to be going like the wind; she felt
their hot breath on her face as they climbed over the back of the
sleigh. Just as she was being dragged out she thought Carl cried,
"There goes Louise!" Then she opened her eyes to find herself on the
library floor, with Mr. Caruth and Bruce standing over her, and Dan,
the big mastiff, trying to lick her face. The clock on the mantel said
half-past ten.
About half an hour earlier Mr. Caruth, going home on a street-car, met
an acquaintance who remarked that he had just seen Mr. Hazeltine, who
was much worried over the disappearance of his little girl. His
informer did not know which of the children it was, or any
particulars, and after riding another block Mr. Caruth rang the bell
and got off, intending to go hack to the Hazeltines and learn the
truth of the matter.
On his way to take the down-town car he passed Mr. William Hazeltine's
house. He noticed that only a dim light burned in the hall, and
recalled the fact that they were out of town, but happening to glance
in the direction of the library he was surprised to see it brilliantly
illuminated. Hesitating for a moment, he turned and went up the steps.
"I'll take occasion to ask Bruce if he knows anything about one of the
children getting lost," he said to himself.
After some minutes the door was opened by the sleepy-looking man, who
was not disposed to be quite amiable. In reply to Mr. Caruth's
question he said he knew nothing about it.
"Well, see here, Bruce, what does that light in the library mean? Mr.
and Mrs. Hazeltine are both away, aren't they?"
The man looked at him in surprise, and said there wasn't any light in
the library.
"Just come out here, then, and tell me what you call this," and Mr.
Caruth led the way to the corner of the house.
"I haven't been near the library since morning, sir," the astonished
man exclaimed.
"How about the other servants?"
"They are all away but the cook, and she went to bed an hour ago.
There was a man here attending to some locks, but he left about noon."
"It can't be burglars, for they wouldn't leave the blinds open. We
must look into this," said Mr. Caruth, as they entered the house.
The dog had followed Bruce to the door, and under his protection they
entered the library.
A more unexpected sight could hardly have met their gaze--Louise fast
asleep on the floor, with the bear-skin partly covering her!
Dan's cold nose aroused her, and she started up with wide-open,
bewildered eyes.
"Don't be frightened, it is only Dan," said Mr. Caruth, lifting her
into a chair. "Get wide awake and then tell us why you are spending
the night here. I am afraid from what I hear that they are worried
about you at home."
"I'm awake now and I must go. You will take me, won't you?" said
Louise, rising and pushing back her hair, and looking about for her
hat. "I did not mean to stay here," she added, "but I couldn't get
out--there isn't any knob on the door."
Bruce, who had been standing open-mouthed, turned at this to examine
the door, and sure enough there was a knob on the outside, but not on
the inside. He could not explain why it had been left so; he only knew
that the man who came to make some change in the door-knobs had said
that something was wrong and he could not finish the work till the
next day.
A long ring at the hell startled Mrs. Howard, and aroused Bess from a
troubled doze on the sofa. They ran into the hall just as Joanna, who
was on the watch, opened the door with a scream of delight.
"Louise! Louise! Where have you been? Where did you find her, Mr.
Caruth?" Bess laughed and cried at the same time, and Aunt Zelie was
almost as bad. Louise was hugged and kissed and asked the same
questions over and over again, because it was impossible to take in
anything more than the glad fact that she was found.
In the midst of it Carl rushed in, exclaiming, "We can't find a trace
of her, and Roberts says--"
"The next time you want a detective you'd better employ me," remarked
Mr. Caruth calmly.