CHAPTER VII

"AND NOW WE WILL GO HOME"

On the day upon which she took possession of the Wenner homestead, Mrs.

Jacob Kalb was destined to have more than one shock. She let two pies

burn while she thought of little Sarah, who looked so ill, and who had

started away so wildly. She was just about to put on her shawl and go

up to the Swartz house, to ask whether Sarah was there, when the door

opened again.

This time it was not pushed open by Sarah's gentle hand, but was flung

back, as though the master of the house were about to enter.

Thinking it was her husband, Mrs. Kalb did not turn at once.

"Well, did you get back?" she asked.

Then, with her arms uplifted to the hook where her shawl hung, she

looked round over her shoulder.

A tall young man stood, not on the step, where tramps and agents

belonged, but in the kitchen itself, his hand on Mrs. Kalb's freshly

scrubbed table.

"Get out of my kitchen," she commanded. She was afraid of no tramps,

but there was something in the clear gaze of this young man which

frightened her. But he was clean and sober, and he looked like some one

whom she knew. "What do you want?" she asked in a more friendly tone.

"Who are you?" asked the stranger.

"I am Mrs. Jacob Kalb, and this is my house."

"Where--" said the young man, and Mrs. Kalb never told the story

afterwards without crying--"where is my mother?"

"Your mother!" she repeated. She stared at him with open mouth. Then

she said slowly, "It is William Wenner that you look like."

"But where," said the young man again, "is my mother? And my father?"

Mrs. Kalb's shawl dropped slowly to the ground.

"Don't you _know_?"

"I don't know anything," said the young man. "I have been away for

three years. I have had no letters for two years, until last week. Then

I found one in Seattle. I--" He drew Sarah's poor, little, incoherent

letter from his pocket. "I couldn't make out what my little sister

meant. She says nothing about my mother or my father."

Mrs. Kalb was after all a very different person from her husband. She

came round to where the young man was standing and made him sit down,

and put a kind hand on his shoulder, while she told him.

"And you came now just in time," she sobbed. "The little ones shall go

to Uncle Daniel and Aunt Mena, and he will take the farm. The fences

are down already, and he is to be guardian. He went this morning to

town to get the papers. He and Jacob went. He said we were to live

here. But I wouldn't 'a' come, only somebody would have to live here,

and--"

The young man was upon his feet.

"Where is my little sister?"

"By Aunt 'Liza. And Albert is there, and Ellie and Weezy are at

school." Then she followed him to the door. "I won't be here any more

when you come back. And I will have everything cleaned up, and I will

leave some pies."

If she had doubted his identity, she would have been convinced by the

quick turn which he made beyond the lilac-bushes, in order to take

the shortest cut across the fields. She saw him stop for an instant

to stare at the long, unbroken slope, which stretched clear to Uncle

Daniel's door, then he hurried on.

Aunt Eliza was frightened almost out of her wits. He did not speak to

her or greet her, except to say, "Where is my little sister?"

"William!" screamed Aunt 'Liza. "Ach, William, did you come home?"

"Where is my little sister?" He had always been fond of Aunt Eliza, and

she had always been kind to him. But now there was no room in his heart

for anything but grief and resentment and anxiety.

"She is--ach, I don't know where she is. She went this long time home.

But Jacob Kalb lives now at your house. Ellie and Weezy are at school,

perhaps she went to them. She is very for the teacher. Perhaps--Here is

your little brother, William. Here is Albert. He is--he is--" And Aunt

'Liza burst into tears.

William stooped to kiss him, his lips trembling.

"Where is my uncle?"

"He is gone to--town, William. Ach, sit down once!"

"No," said William curtly. "I'll come back after a while for Albert."

And he was gone, his straight young shoulders bent.

He had suffered hardship and disappointment, but nothing had torn his

heart like this. They must have written, they could not have been so

cruel as to have forgotten him. It was a common thing for letters to be

lost.

He read Sarah's letter once more as he strode along. She said that

Uncle Daniel was after them, and that she had chased Jacob Kalb off

with a gun. He knew Uncle Daniel's stern determination to have his own

way, he knew how he coveted the farm, he knew Jacob's meanness. After

that he ran until he came to the schoolhouse door. That, he found, was

closed.

He rapped heavily; there was no answer. Then he looked in the window.

The room was empty. As he was turning away in despair, he heard some

one calling him.

"The school is closed. It won't be open till to-morrow. Miss Miflin

went away."

It was the woman who lived in the next house. She had been a schoolmate

of his when he was a little boy.

"Miss Miflin?" he repeated slowly. "Is she here yet? Don't you know me,

Sallie?"

"No," answered the woman. "I--Why, _William_!" She had both his hands

in hers, and could only stare at him speechlessly. "Why, William! What

am I so glad to--" Then she, too, began to cry. "I can't help it,

William. I am so sorry for you. I--"

"Do you know anything about my little sister?" asked William. "They

said she had come over here."

"Yes, and she was crying, and she talked to teacher, and they went

away, and Ellie and Weezy. They went to town. It was something about a

guardian. I heard them talking. But I don't believe they could catch

the nine o'clock train. Perhaps they are yet at the station. It is

another train at eleven." She finished her sentence in a loud shriek as

William, after glancing at his watch, ran down the road. "Come soon to

see us, William."

She watched him until he vanished at the turn of the road, then she ran

out to the field to tell her husband.

* * * * *

Sarah had often pictured to herself what she would do when William came

home. Sometimes she seemed to see him coming up the lane, and herself

flying down to meet him. Sometimes he opened the door and came into

the kitchen and surprised her. Sometimes she imagined that she would

cry; at other times, after she had been reading, for ten or fifteen

minutes at a time, "Thaddeus of Warsaw," the one novel which the

Wenners possessed, she was sure that she should faint. But in all her

imaginings, she never dreamed that she should not know him.

She, too, saw the tall, broad-shouldered young man come into the

court-room; she even looked absently straight into his eyes, with her

frightened stare. Then she looked away.

"Stealing," Jacob Kalb was saying, "is stealing."

The judge bent forward and spoke to Jacob Kalb. William's character

was, after all, not the court's affair. If he had been absent so long

in Alaska, where the chances were one to fifty against his life, he was

entirely negligible so far as the guardianship of these children was

concerned. But the sudden vigor and vindictiveness of Jacob's charge

angered the judge. He did not like the man's looks, and he did like

Miss Miflin and the quaint little Pennsylvania German girls. He had

seen Miss Miflin blush when she mentioned the absent brother.

"Do you mean that this older brother stole?" he asked plainly.

"He took school-board money, and didn't pay it back."

Miss Miflin leaned forward.

"He was treasurer of the school-board," she said. "All his accounts

were straight, but his uncle, who succeeded him, claimed that forty

dollars in cash was missing. His father paid it, and he has never had

a chance to explain. He does not even know that his father and mother

are dead. If he could--I am sure he would be here. And his uncle told

people that he had stolen."

Her cheeks blazed, her hands clasped and unclasped. Sarah watched her

dumbly.

"And you think he is still alive?" asked the judge kindly.

"I don't know," she said, with quivering lips.

"Do you think," began the judge again, after a long pause. Then he

got no further. Little Sarah had risen from her chair. Her shawl had

slipped from her shoulders, she looked with burning eyes across the

room. The judge thought that she was going to fall, but she walked

steadily across the open space between him and the wide-eyed clerks,

toward the door.

"Sarah!" called Miss Miflin gently.

But Sarah did not stop. It was the judge who saw the stranger first,

and who guessed the truth. Like a bird to its nest, she went, and a

strong arm gathered her straight against the stranger's heart. Sarah

did not speak, she only hid her eyes against the stranger's side.

The judge meant to look back at Miss Miflin, and then he meant to

dismiss the court at once and banish all these impertinent young

clerks, and then he wanted to talk to William. But his gaze stopped

with Daniel Swartz.

Daniel's embarrassment at having been caught trying to bribe the twins

had changed to a more poignant emotion. He looked frightened. The

stranger's eyes were upon him, also.

"I am William Wenner," said the young man. "I have just come home. I

did not know that my father and mother were dead, or that my little

sister was in--in--such trouble. I wish that Jacob Kalb would say

again what he said."

Jacob Kalb lifted a determined face.

"I said that when you went away you didn't pay back all the

school-board money, and your pop had to pay it, and you weren't fit

to be guardian of Sarah and Albert and the zwillings,--that is what I

said."

He did not heed the frantic nudging of his master. He saw the Wenner

house, which he had so long coveted, slipping from his grasp.

"Uncle Daniel--" It was a moment before Uncle Daniel looked up. "Is

this true?"

"Well," began Uncle Daniel, in confusion. "It was this way--"

"_Is it true?_" asked William again.

Now it was Jacob Kalb who nudged and Uncle Daniel who paid no heed. He

would take advantage of any means to advance on the path which he had

set out for himself, he could even deceive himself into believing that

he had done his best for the children, he could cheat and slander the

absent, but here in the court-house, in the presence of the judge, he

could not lie.

"No," he answered. He looked like an old man.

"Why did you accuse this young man falsely?" asked the judge.

Uncle Daniel got upon his feet.

"I think I will go home," he said. "William can be guardian if he wants

to."

"No," said the judge. "You will not go home. You will answer my

question. Did this young man owe the school-board forty dollars?"

"Yes."

"Did he pay it to the school-board?"

"No."

"I have your receipt," said William. "And Jacob Kalb was present when

it was paid."

"It ain't so," muttered Jacob Kalb.

Then Uncle Daniel's rage broke forth.

"He did give me forty dollars," he shouted. "But he owed it to me

before he owed it to the school-board, for all the things I bought

him already. A couple of suits and hats and candy and such a little

velocipede and peanuts, and I took him in the Fair; and then he wasn't

thankful. He wouldn't be adopted. He--"

"So he paid you the forty dollars?"

"Yes. But it was mine." Then Uncle Daniel read in the faces of those

about him the first frank estimate of his character which it had ever

been his misfortune to see.

"I think I will go home," he said again.

"Not yet," replied the judge grimly. He looked at William. "Do you want

to prosecute this gentleman?"

"No," answered William.

The judge saw that his lips were trembling.

"The court is adjourned," he said.

Then he changed his mind about lingering to talk to William. He opened

the door into the ante-room, and shook hands with them all.

"Make yourselves at home, and stay as long as you like. I'm coming out

to Spring Grove to see you. And if you ever need a friend, I'll do my

best to help you. And if--" he looked smilingly at William and Miss

Miflin, then he concluded that this was not a time for joking. "God

bless you," he said, and was gone.

It was not until then that Sarah felt the arm round her loosen its hold.

"He has Albert yet," she said. "I am afraid he will do him something."

Whereupon the arm tightened its grasp once more, and William had only

one hand to hold out to the amazed and delighted twins.

"Albert is all right," he said. "And you're not to worry about

anything, ever."

"And if it hadn't been for teacher--" began Sarah.

"I know," said William. "And now we will go home."

"Home!" The word was like a burst of song. And only a few hours before

she had thought they would have no home. She took a twin by either

hand. "Come!"

But the twins drew back.

"We are going to walk by William," they said together.

"All right," consented Sarah.

She and Miss Miflin led the way down the broad steps, and William and

the twins came behind. They gazed at him rapturously, realizing that he

was as wonderful as their vague remembrance pictured him.

"He is going," said Louisa Ellen, when he drew his hand away, "to buy

us candy!"

Fortunately it was to Sarah that he handed the bag, and it was with

Sarah that the twins were anxious to sit when they got into the train.

It was a little trying that she would let them have only two chocolate

drops apiece until they got home.

She looked back once at William and Miss Miflin, who were not talking

to each other, but who smiled at her. There was something in their

faces which made her heart beat.

"I wonder--" she said softly to herself; then she did not finish the

sentence.

"Oh, I am going to cook such a supper!" she said to the approving

twins. "First I will fetch Albert and then I will cook."

But Albert did not need to be fetched. When they opened the kitchen

door, he ran to meet them.

"Aunt 'Liza fetched me home," he cried, "I am never going away."

There was the gentle closing of a door, and a rustle of skirts, but

Sarah did not hear. Then she sniffed the air.

"I smell baked things," she said. Before she finished, the twins were

opening the pantry door.

"Look here once!" cried Louisa Ellen.

"Aunt 'Liza's crullers!" said Sarah. "And Aunt Mena's chocolate cake,

five layers, and bread and pies, and it is chicken cooking on the

stove, and I will make waffles yet, and--"

William caught her by the shoulders as she hurried from cupboard to

stove.

"Here, youngster, not so fast!" This was William, indeed, with all

William's dear, teasing, familiar ways! He looked at Miss Miflin, and

his voice shook. "She is just like my mother. She--" But he could not

go on. Instead he stooped and kissed Sarah.

It was not until after supper that there was time to talk; and then

there was so much to be said, that they sat at first silently, except

the twins, who, seated on the settle with Albert between them, were

telling a fantastic tale of the day's adventures. Sarah could hardly

speak for happiness. It seemed best to be quiet, and think, and try to

realize that they were all safe and happy once more.

When William took Miss Miflin home, Sarah put Albert and the twins to

bed, and told them all a story; then she went downstairs to wait until

William came back. Even then she must be busy. She took up the sewing

which she had laid down the day Albert was taken away. It was finished

by the time that William opened the door.

He drew a chair up beside hers.

"Sarah," he said, "if a fairy came and told you that you might have

anything in the world you wanted, what would you choose?"

"I don't want anything but to stay here," said Sarah.

"Not if she said you might go to school?"

"To school?" gasped Sarah. "Ach, but I am going to stay here and keep

the house, so that when you come home again--"

Sarah was sure that William would not stay in Spring Grove.

"Come home?" repeated William. "But I am going to stay home. I am going

to stay here and farm, and the trolley is coming almost to the door,

and--"

The slender tower of the main building of the "Normal" came back into

Sarah's field of vision.

"Ach!" she cried. "Perhaps I could go to the school, and ride on the

trolley back and forth, and keep house yet, and--"

William laughed.

"You shall go on the trolley back and forth, all right, little

Dutchman," he said. "But you shall not keep house, yet."

"But who will keep house? It is always so many things to do!"

"What would you think of teacher for a housekeeper?"

"Teacher!" cried Sarah. "Miss Miflin?"

"Yes."

"Would teacher stay here with us?"

"She says so," answered William gravely.

End of Project Gutenberg's When Sarah Saved the Day, by Elsie Singmaster

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