CHAPTER XIV

MATTERS OF UNCERTAINTY.

“Well, this is not half bad,” grunted Browning, as he stretched himself

on one of the double beds which had delighted his eyes. “It’s a lot

better than camping outdoors overnight.”

“Thou speakest truly, weary knight,” said Ready. “The prospect of a

supperless bed on the greensward was not at all cheerful to me, and the

lady with the somber drop curtain over her radiant features came to our

rescue at the proper time.”

“This is the experience of a lifetime,” put in Morgan. “I’m wondering

over it yet. Can you shed any light on the subject, Frank?”

Merry told them what he had learned while in the carriage with the

mysterious woman.

“Well,” smiled Starbright, as he finished, “we can thank our stars that

she has no use for Mr. Carey Cameron. Evidently she has offered us this

hospitality because we seem to be the special objects of Mr. Cameron’s

spite.”

“She did come plenty near hiking over Cameron when he tried to hold her

up,” said Badger. “It sure was a close call for that gent. Way he acted

after that, I thought he was going to pull a gun and try to pot you

both.”

“And then I th-th-thought he was going to cuc-cuc-come at us,” observed

Gamp.

“It was lucky for him that he decided to let us alone,” declared Hodge.

“Yah!” cried Hans. “You bet my life he vos luckiness!”

“This whole affair is most peculiar from start to finish,” said Dade

Morgan. “It has many mysterious features, and not the least mysterious

is this strange young woman who keeps her face hidden by a heavy veil

and who lives here in this gloomy house. Who is she? and what is she?”

“I scarcely think you will find any one in Cartersville who can answer

those questions,” said Frank. “It is not for us to be too inquisitive

while accepting her hospitality.”

“In one sense, we are not exactly accepting hospitality,” asserted

Stretcher. “What we receive we’re going to pay for.”

“It is hospitality none the less.”

“I dud-dud-don’t believe she tut-tut-took us in because she needs the

mum-mum-money,” declared Gamp.

“That was a bluff,” nodded Hodge.

“She made that assertion,” said Frank, “in order that we might accept

her kindness with greater freedom. It was very good of her to attempt to

make us feel more at home and less like intruders by giving us a chance

to pay for what we shall obtain.”

“Vainly I speculate upon her looks,” murmured Ready. “I wonder be she

dark or be she light?”

“Young or old?” came from Badger.

“Plain or pretty?” put in Rattleton.

“Sus-she’s a bub-blonde,” declared Gamp positively.

“Nix; she vos a prunette,” said Hans, just as positively.

“She’s about thirty-five years old,” guessed Starbright.

“Not a day over twenty,” asserted Morgan.

“I’ll guarantee she’s as homely as a hitching post,” grunted Browning.

“I would like to make a wager that she is exceptionally good-looking,”

said Stretcher.

“All this speculation about her leads to nothing,” interrupted Frank.

“Besides that, as long as we are beneath this roof too much curiosity

concerning her is a matter of poor taste. It’s up to us to accept what

she has provided, pay for it liberally, and be very grateful for her

kindness. That she is a person of courage she has demonstrated by

defying the ruffianly element of the town, which has the entire place

subjugated and trembling beneath a reign of terror. I admire her nerve,

and I am ready to render her assistance or give her protection if

occasion arises.”

“You are mit me in dot!” exclaimed Dunnerwurst. “I vill stood by her vid

my last drop uf gore. How apoudt you, Choe? Speech up und declaration

yourseluf.”

“I gug-gug-guess she can depend on the whole of us to bub-bub-back her,”

said Gamp.

“We’re still in the land of the hostiles,” reminded Jack Ready. “His

nibs, Mattie Madison, must still be smarting a trifle over what happened

to him when he endeavored to lay violent hands on our leader, and it is

probable that he will seek retaliation.”

“Besides that,” smiled Badger, “Carey Cameron must be some sore because

he failed to hold Merry up and the lady whipped the horse in an attempt

to run him down. I have a notion we’ll hear further from him. That’s

whatever.”

Darkness came on slowly. The rooms were supplied with oil lamps, which

the boys lighted. They prepared for dinner, and at the expiration of an

hour after they entered the house a set of chimes in the lower hall

summoned them.

They filed down and were conducted to the dining room by the same solemn

Chinaman who had admitted them to the house.

The dining room was almost severe in its plainness, but a long table was

tastefully spread and decorated, being lighted by lamps and candles.

They began to find seats around it before they discovered there were

only eleven chairs.

“It’s all right,” said Merry, in a low tone. “It’s plain we’re not to

enjoy the society of our hostess during this meal.”

When they were seated two women in black, with white aprons, appeared

and served soup.

At first the boys were somewhat oppressed by the situation, but Merry

soon started things up with a jest and they began to enjoy themselves.

“Although we met a warm reception in this town,” said Frank, “it was not

much worse than the reception given Ready the first time he visited

Niagara Falls. When Jack stepped off the trolley he found several

carriages waiting for passengers. He capered over to one of them and

asked the man to drive him to the falls. The man said he would be

pleased to drive him there, but he didn’t have a harness that would fit

him.”

“That man was a trifle nearsighted,” declared Jack, good-naturedly

taking the laugh this had aroused. “He failed to note my marvelous

beauty, and he thought he could get gay with me. He lost as much as

fifty small coins of the realm by that joke.”

“You should remember, Jack,” said Rattleton, “that beauty is only din

skeep—er, that is skin deep.”

“But I’m very thick-skinned,” retorted Ready promptly. “Tra-la-la!”

“Vale, in Puffalo,” said Dunnerwurst, “I vos consulted.”

“Insulted, Hans,” corrected Morgan.

“Shoot yourseluf apoudt der bronunciation,” gurgled Hans. “Dese vos der

vay in vich id habbened. A street car vos riding on me ven a chent who

vos intoxicated came apoard. A numper uf laties peen on dot car, und I

thought id vos a shame. I rose me up und caldt to der corn doctor. Says

I to dot corn doctor: ‘Do you bermit intoxicationed men to ride der cars

ondo?’ ‘Yah,’ saidt der corn doctor. ‘Sid down und shut up und nopody

vill know you vos drunk.’ Dot made a seddlement by me, und don’d you

vorget him.”

“Did you notice that terrible thing about the epidemic in Chicago?”

asked Frank seriously.

“The epidemic? What epidemic?” asked Rattleton instantly.

“Why, the whole city is sick. I saw it in the newspaper this morning.

The first words I read in the paper were: ‘Chicago, Ill.’”

Somebody groaned. It was Browning, who had dropped his fork and seemed

about to collapse.

“That makes me ill myself!” he gasped huskily. “I never thought it of

you, Merry! You are rapidly descending to the level of such buffoons as

Ready and his kind.”

“I admit it was a bad one,” smiled Frank, “and I promise not to do it

again.”

In this manner they caused the meal to pass off merrily, and an

excellent meal it proved to be. All were hungry, but when the dessert

was over even Dunnerwurst confessed that he was more than satisfied.

As they were leaving the dining room Frank was about to ask for the

hostess, when she appeared. Merry again protested that they feared they

were causing her great inconvenience.

“Not at all,” she declared. “I shall not be home to-night, and I decided

to caution you before leaving the house. At the top of the stairs and at

the rear there is a room with a black door. Although you have perfect

liberty in the rest of the house, I wish it understood that you are to

keep away from that room with the black door.”

“You may depend on it that we’ll not go near the room,” pledged Merry

instantly.

“And should you hear strange sounds in the night there will be no cause

for alarm. Pay no attention to anything you may hear. That is all. I

shall return before you leave in the morning.”

She then bade them good night in a pleasant manner, and, being dressed

for the street and still heavily veiled, left at once.

“More mystery!” grunted Browning, as they were once more gathered in the

big room upstairs.

“A room with a bub-bub-bub-black door!” exploded Gamp.

“Und stranch noises may hear us in der nighdt!” cried Dunnerwurst.

“Poys, you vos indo a haunted house!”

“La! la!” said Jack Ready easily. “I am ne’er disturbed by departed

spirits. They alarm me not.”

“Why did she go out to-night?” questioned Hodge.

“It is my idea,” laughed Frank, “that we will occupy about all the beds

in the house. Quite likely she went out to find a place to sleep. I feel

guilty over it, but she insisted that we were putting her to no

inconvenience.”

“And prevaricated like a lady,” said Ready.

“There isn’t a bub-bub-bit of danger that I’ll go poking round on the

top floor looking for a room with a bub-bub-black door,” declared Gamp.

“I’m afraid I’ll not sleep very well to-night,” acknowledged Rattleton.

“I vos anodder,” confessed Hans. “Vrankie, vos ghosts afraidt uf you?”

“Not that I know of,” answered Merry.

“Vale, in der room vich you haf selectioned dere vos a couch, as vell as

a ped.”

“Yes.”

“Couldt you bermit dot couch to sleep on me?”

“You want to sleep on the couch in that room?”

“Yah.”

“All right; I’m willing.”

“But don’t you dare to snore,” warned Hodge. “I’m going to sleep with

Frank, and I can’t sleep when I hear any one snoring.”

“I vill nod dood id,” promised the Dutchman. “I vill nod snore so loudt

as a visper.”

“All right,” nodded Bart; “the couch for you.”

“If we escape from this town with our lives I’ll be thankful,” said

Harry.

“Lo, and behold! you are exceedingly timid,” mocked Ready.

They soon fell to joking and laughing, after their usual manner, and, in

spite of the mystery which seemed to hover near, the evening passed

pleasantly.

Some time in the night Frank was awakened by something that caused him

to lift his head from the pillow and listen.

At first he could not make out what it was, but after a while he decided

that it was some person singing somewhere in the house. Finally the

singing became somewhat more distinct, and he decided that it was the

voice of a woman. The song, as best he could determine, was a lullaby,

such as a mother might croon above the crib of her sleeping babe. It was

strangely pathetic and gave Frank a peculiar sensation of sadness. To

him it seemed as if the person who sang that song had met with a

terrible affliction and was thus softly pouring forth the grief of a

broken heart.

Merry thought of the warning of the mysterious veiled woman and how she

had cautioned them to pay no attention to anything they might hear.

Still he could not resist the impulse to slip softly from the bed, steal

to the door, open it and listen.

The singing seemed to come from the upper part of the house. A moment

after he opened the door it stopped, and, although he remained there for

fully ten minutes, he heard it no more.

Hodge was sleeping soundly, and Dunnerwurst breathing heavily, on the

verge of snoring, when Merry crept back into bed.

It was some time after that before Merriwell again closed his eyes in

sleep. He longed to investigate the mystery, but the promise made to the

veiled woman restrained him. He was inclined to fancy he had not slept

at all when he was once more awakened.

Something soft and cold, almost clammy, was touching his cheek gently

with a patting motion.

In a twinkling he was wide awake, but he did not stir.

He felt a presence near him and knew some one or something was bending

over the bed!

A chill ran over him.

The touch on his cheek was like the cold hand of a dead person!

Then he heard a voice—that of a woman—which softly murmured:

“Sleep, my baby—sleep! Mother is near!”

Fear passed from Frank in a twinkling, and he stirred, making a grab at

the hand that had touched him.

Quick as he was, he was not quick enough, although he barely missed as

the hand was snatched away.

Springing up, he saw a shadowy figure in white gliding toward the door.

At that moment Dunnerwurst awoke and beheld the figure as it flitted

past the couch.

Uttering a squawk of terror, the Dutchman rolled off the couch with a

crash.

Hodge leaped from the bed and grappled with Frank as Merry came round

the foot in pursuit of the mysterious visitor. Before he could realize

his mistake Hans had clutched them both round the legs, chattering:

“Safe me from der ghost! Safe me! safe me!”

Frank broke away, but the visitor was gone. Merry rushed out of the

room, but he was too late.

This racket had aroused the others, and they came flocking from their

rooms, demanding the cause of the trouble.

“Hans had a bad case of nightmare, I think,” said Merry.

They found the Dutchman with his head under the couch, whither he had

attempted to crawl. Bart struck a light and Merry pulled Dunnerwurst

out.

“Vos der ghost gone alretty yet?” asked Hans, his teeth chattering.

“There was no ghost,” assured Frank.

“Don’d you toldt me so!” palpitated the frightened fellow. “Der ghost

seen me mit my own eyes! Yah!”

“Nonsense,” said Merriwell. “I tell you there was no ghost.”

“Vot vos id dot seen me all in vite?” demanded Hans.

“That was either Bart or myself. If you’re going to kick up such a

disturbance you’ll have to sleep somewhere else.”

It proved no simple matter to convince the Dutchman that he had not seen

a ghost. The boys ridiculed him until he relapsed into sulky silence,

and finally all went back to bed.

“What was it, Merry?” asked Bart, when they were once more in bed.

“Wasn’t there some person in this room?”

“Sh!” cautioned Frank. “Don’t let Hans hear you. Some one was here.”

“I thought so. What happened?”

Merriwell told of hearing the singing and again falling asleep, to be

finally aroused by the touch of an ice-cold hand and to hear the voice

of a woman who seemed to fancy she was speaking to a sleeping babe.

“I take no stock in spooks,” said Hodge; “but I’ll be rather pleased

when we get out of this ranch.”

“On the contrary,” averred Merry, “if it were not a breach of

hospitality I’d like to remain here for the purpose of solving the

mystery.”

Ten minutes later he was sound asleep, and he slept soundly until

morning.

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