PART V

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After a second night spent in the stage-coach on that lonely and

desolate mountain road where we were now snow-bound, I arose early in

the morning, and went into the forest to collect some fuel; and while

thus engaged I made the discovery that the snow was covered with a hard

crust which would bear my weight. After the storm had ceased the day

before, the sun had shone brightly and the temperature had moderated

very much, so that the surface of the snow had slightly thawed. During

the night it became cold again, and this surface froze into a hard

coating of ice. When I found I could walk where I pleased, my spirits

rose, and I immediately set out to view the situation. The aspect of the

road gave me no encouragement. The snowfall had been a heavy one, but

had it not been for the high wind which accompanied it, it would have

thrown but moderate difficulties in the way of our rescue. Reaching a

point which commanded a considerable view along the side of the

mountain, I could see that in many places the road was completely lost

to sight on account of the great snow-drifts piled up on it. I then

walked to the point where the two roads met, and crossing over, I

climbed a slight rise in the ground which had cut off my view in this

direction, and found myself in a position from which I could look

directly down the side of the mountain below the road.

Here, the mountain-side, which I had supposed to be very steep and

rugged, descended in a long and gradual slope to the plains below, and

for the greater part of the distance was covered by a smooth, shining

surface of frozen snow, unbroken by rock or tree. This snowy slope

apparently extended for a mile or more, and then I could see that it

gradually blended itself into the greenish-brown turf of the lower

country. Down in the valley there still were leaves upon the trees, and

there were patches of verdure over the land. The storm which had piled

its snows up here had given them rain down there and had freshened

everything. It was like looking down into another climate and on another

land. I saw a little smoke coming up behind a patch of trees. It must be

that there was a house there! Could it be possible that we were within a

mile or two of a human habitation? Yet, what comfort was there in that

thought? The people in that house could not get to us, nor we to them,

nor could they have heard of our situation, for the point where our road

reached the lower country was miles farther on.

As I stood thus and gazed, it seemed to me that I could make a run and

slide down the mountain-side into green fields, into safety, into life.

I remembered those savage warriors who, looking from the summits of the

Alps upon the fertile plains of Italy, seated themselves upon their

shields and slid down to conquest and rich spoils.

An idea came into my mind, and I gave it glad welcome. There was no time

to be lost. The sun was not yet high, but it was mounting in a clear

sky, and should its rays become warm enough to melt the crust on which I

stood, our last chance of escape would be gone. To plow our way to any

place through deep, soft snow would be impossible. I hurried back to our

coach, and found three very grave women standing around the fire. They

were looking at a small quantity of food at the bottom of a large

basket.

"That's every crumb there is left," said Mrs. Aleshine to me, "and when

we pass in some to them unfortunates on the other side of the

drift,—which, of course, we're bound to do,—we'll have what I call a

skimpy meal. And that's not the worst of it. Until somebody gets up to

us, it will be our last meal."

I took my poor Ruth by the hand, for she was looking very pale and

troubled, and I said: "My dear friends, nobody can get up to this place

for a long, long time; and before help could possibly reach us we should

all be dead. But do not be frightened. It is not necessary to wait for

any one to come to us. The snow is now covered with a crust which will

bear our weight. I have thought of a way in which we can slide down the

mountain-side, which, from a spot where I have been standing this

morning, is no steeper than some coasting-hills, though very much

longer. In a few minutes we can pass from this region of snow, where

death from cold and starvation must soon overtake us, to a grassy valley

where there is no snow, and where we shall be within walking distance of

a house in which people are living."

Ruth grasped my arm. "Will it be safe?" she exclaimed.

"I think so," I answered. "I see no reason why we should meet with any

accident. At any rate, it is much safer than remaining here for another

hour; for if the crust melts, our last chance is gone."

"Mr. Craig," said Mrs. Lecks, "me and Mrs. Aleshine is no hands at

coastin' downhill, havin' given up that sort of thing since we was

little girls with short frocks and it didn't make no matter anyway. But

you know more about these things than we do; and if you say we can get

out of this dreadful place by slidin' downhill, we're ready to follow,

if you'll just go ahead. We followed you through the ocean, with nothin'

between our feet and the bottom but miles o' water and nobody knows what

sorts of dreadful fish; and when you say it's the right way to save our

lives, we're ready to follow you again. And as for you, Mrs. Ruth, don't

you be frightened. I don't know what we're goin' to slide on, but,

whatever it is, even if it's our own selves, me and Mrs. Aleshine will

take you between us, and if anything is run against, we'll get the

bumps, and not you."

I was delighted to see how rapidly my proposition was accepted, and we

made a hasty breakfast, first sending in some of our food to the other

party. The gentleman reported through the hole of communication that

they were all fairly well, but a good deal stiffened by cold and want of

exercise. He inquired, in a very anxious voice, if I had discovered any

signs of approaching relief. To this I replied that I had devised a plan

by which we could get ourselves out of our present dangerous situation,

and that in a very short time I would come round to the door of his

shed—for I could now walk on the crusted snow—and tell him about it.

He answered that these words cheered his heart, and that he would do

everything possible to coöperate with me.

I now went to work vigorously. I took the cushions from the coach, four

of them all together, and carried them to the brink of the slope down

which I purposed to make our descent. I also conveyed thither a long

coil of rawhide rope which I had previously discovered in the boot of

the coach. I then hurried along the other road, which, as has been said

before, lay at a somewhat lower level than the one we were on, and when

I reached the shed I found the door had been opened, and the gentleman,

with his tin pan, had scooped away a good deal of the snow about it, so

as to admit of a moderately easy passage in and out. He met me outside,

and grasped my hand.

"Sir, if you have a plan to propose," he said, "state it quickly. We are

in a position of great danger. Those two ladies inside the shed cannot

much longer endure this exposure, and I presume that the ladies in your

party—although their voices, which I occasionally hear, do not seem to

indicate it—must be in a like condition."

I replied that, so far, my companions had borne up very well, and

without further waste of words proceeded to unfold my plan of escape.

When he had heard it the gentleman put on a very serious expression. "It

seems hazardous," he said, "but it may be the only way out of our

danger. Will you show me the point from which you took your

observations?"

"Yes," said I; "but we must be in haste. The sun is getting up in the

sky, and this crust may soon begin to melt. It is not yet really winter,

you know."

We stepped quickly to the spot where I had carried the cushions. The

gentleman stood and silently gazed first at the blocked-up roadway, then

at the long, smooth slope of the mountain-side directly beneath us, and

then at the verdure of the plain below, which had grown greener under

the increasing brightness of the day. "Sir," said he, turning to me,

"there is nothing to be done but to adopt your plan, or to remain here

and die. We will accompany you in the descent, and I place myself under

your orders."

"The first thing," said I, "is to bring here your carriage cushions, and

help me to arrange them."

When he had brought the three cushions from the shed, the gentleman and

I proceeded to place them with the others on the snow, so that the whole

formed a sort of wide and nearly square mattress. Then, with the rawhide

rope, we bound them together in a rough but secure network of cordage.

In this part of the work I found my companion very apt and skilful.

When this rude mattress was completed, I requested the gentleman to

bring his ladies to the place, while I went for mine.

"What are we to pack up to take with us?" said Mrs. Aleshine, when I

reached our coach.

"We take nothing at all," said I, "but the money in our pockets, and our

rugs and wraps. Everything else must be left in the coach, to be brought

down to us when the roads shall be cleared out."

With our rugs and shawls on our arms, we left the coach, and as we were

crossing the other road we saw the gentleman and his companions

approaching. These ladies were very much wrapped up, but one of them

seemed to step along lightly and without difficulty, while the other

moved slowly and was at times assisted by the gentleman.

A breeze had sprung up which filled the air with fine frozen particles

blown from the uncrusted beds of snow along the edge of the forest, and

I counseled Ruth to cover up her mouth and breathe as little of this

snow powder as possible.

"If I'm to go coastin' at all," said Mrs. Aleshine, "I'd as lief do it

with strangers as friends; and a little liefer, for that matter, if

there's any bones to be broken. But I must say that I'd like to make the

acquaintance of them ladies afore I git on to the sled, which"—at that

moment catching sight of the mattress—"you don't mean to say that

that's it?"

"Barb'ry Aleshine," said Mrs. Lecks, from underneath her great woolen

comforter, "if you want to get your lungs friz, you'd better go on

talkin'. Manners is manners, but they can wait till we get to the

bottom of the hill."

Notwithstanding this admonition, I noticed that as soon as the two

parties met, both Mrs. Lecks and Mrs. Aleshine advanced and shook hands

with the ladies who had been their neighbors under such peculiar

circumstances, and that Mrs. Lecks herself expressed a muffled hope that

they might all get down safely.

I now pushed the mattress which was to serve as our sled as close as was

prudent to the edge of the descent, and requested the party to seat

themselves upon it. Without hesitation Mrs. Lecks and Mrs. Aleshine sat

down, taking Ruth between them, as they had promised to do. My young

wife was very nervous, but the cool demeanor of her companions, and my

evident belief in the practicability of the plan, gave her courage, and

she quietly took her seat. The younger of the two strange ladies stepped

lightly on the cushions, and before seating herself stood up for a good

look at the far-extending bed of snow over which we were to take our

way. The prospect did not appear to deter her, and she sat down promptly

and with an air that seemed to say that she anticipated a certain

enjoyment from the adventure. The elder lady, however, exhibited very

different emotions. She shrank back from the cushions toward which the

gentleman was conducting her, and turned her face away from the

declivity. Her companion assured her that it was absolutely necessary

that we should descend from the mountain in this way, for there was no

other; and asserting his belief that our slide would be a perfectly

safe one, he gently drew her to the mattress and induced her to sit

down.

I now noticed, for the first time, that the gentleman carried under one

arm, and covered by his long cloak, a large package of some sort, and I

immediately said to him: "It will be very imprudent for us to attempt to

carry any of our property except what we can put in our pockets or wrap

around us. Everything else should be left here, either in your carriage

or our coach, and I have no fear that anything will be lost. But even if

our luggage were in danger of being molested, we cannot afford to

consider it under circumstances such as these."

"My dear sir," said the gentleman, speaking very gravely, "I appreciate

the hazards of our position as keenly as yourself. Our valises, and all

the light luggage which we had with us in our carriage, I have left

there, and shall not give them another thought. But with the parcel I

hold under this arm I cannot part, and if I go down the mountain-side on

these cushions, it must go with me. If you refuse in such a case to

allow me to be one of your party, I must remain behind, and endeavor to

find a board or something else on which I can make the descent of the

mountain."

He spoke courteously, but with an air of decision which showed me that

it would be of no use to argue with him. Besides, there was no time for

parleying, and if this gentleman chose to take his chances with but one

arm at liberty, it was no longer my affair. I therefore desired him to

sit down, and I arranged the company so that they sat back to back,

their feet drawn up to the edge of the mattress. I then took the place

which had been reserved for me as steersman, and having tied several

shawls together, end to end, I passed them around the whole of us under

our arms, thus binding us all firmly together. I felt that one of our

greatest dangers would be that one or more of the party might slip from

the mattress during the descent.

When all was ready I asked the gentleman, who, with the elder lady, sat

near me at the back of the mattress, to assist in giving us a start by

pushing outward with his heels while I thrust the handle of my wooden

shovel into the crust and thus pushed the mattress forward. The starting

was a little difficult, but in a minute or two we had pushed the

mattress partly over the brink, and then, after a few more efforts, we

began to slide downward.

The motion, at first slow, suddenly became quite rapid, and I heard

behind me a cry or exclamation, from whom I knew not, but I felt quite

sure it did not come from any of my party. I hoped to be able to make

some use of my shovel in the guidance of our unwieldy raft or

mattress-sled, but I soon found this impossible, and down we went over

the smooth, hard-frozen slope, with nothing to direct our course but the

varying undulations of the mountain-side. Every moment we seemed to go

faster and faster, and soon we began to revolve, so that sometimes I was

in front and sometimes behind. Once, when passing over a very smooth

sheet of snow, we fairly spun around, so that in every direction feet

were flying out from a common center and heels grating on the frozen

crust. But there were no more cries or exclamations. Each one of us

grasped the cordage which held the cushions together, and the rapidity

of the motion forced us almost to hold our breath.

Down the smooth, white slope we sped, as a bird skims through the air.

It seemed to me as if we passed over miles and miles of snow. Sometimes

my face was turned down the mountain, where the snow-surface seemed to

stretch out illimitably, and then it was turned upward toward the

apparently illimitable slopes over which we had passed.

[Illustration: "WE BEGAN TO SLIDE DOWNWARD."]

Presently, my position now being in front of the little group that

glanced along its glittering way, I saw at some distance below me a long

rise or terrace, which ran along the mountain-side for a considerable

distance, and which cut off our view of everything below us. As we

approached this hillock the descent became much more gradual and our

progress slower, and at last I began to fear that our acquired velocity

would not be sufficient to carry us up the side of this elevation and so

enable us to continue our descent. I therefore called to everybody in

the rear to kick out vigorously, and with my shovel I endeavored to

assist our progress. As we approached the summit of the elevation we

moved slower and slower. I became very anxious, for, should we slide

backward, we might find it difficult or impossible to get ourselves and

the mattress up this little hill. But the gentleman and myself worked

valiantly, and as for Mrs. Lecks and Mrs. Aleshine, they kicked their

heels through the frozen crust with such energy that we moved sidewise

almost as much as upward. But in a moment the anxious suspense was over,

and we rested on the ridge of the long hillock, with the mountain-side

stretching down to the plain, which lay not very far below us.

I should have been glad to remain here a few minutes to regain breath,

and give some consideration to the rest of our descent, but as some of

those behind continued to push, the mattress slid over the edge of the

terrace, and down again we went. Our progress now was not so rapid, but

it was very much more unpleasant. The snow was thinner; there was little

or no crust upon it, and we very soon reached a wide extent of exposed

turf, over which we slid, but not without a good deal of bumping against

stones and protuberances. Then there was another sheet of snow, which

quickened our downward impetus; and, after that, the snow was seen only

in occasional patches, and our progress continued over a long slope of

short, partly dried grass, which was very slippery, and over which we

passed with considerable quickness.

I wished now to bring our uncouth sled to a stop, and to endeavor to

make the rest of the descent on foot. But although I stuck out my

heels, and tried to thrust the handle of my shovel into the ground, it

was of no use. On we went, and the inequalities of the surface gave an

irregularity of motion which was uncomfortable and alarming. We turned

to this side and that; we bounced and bumped; and the rawhide ropes,

which must have been greatly frayed and cut by the snow-crust, now gave

way in several places, and I knew that the mattress would soon separate

into its original cushions, if indeed they still could be called

cushions. Fearing increased danger should we now continue bound together

in a bunch, I jerked apart the shawl-knot under my arms, and the next

moment, it seemed to me, there was a general dissolution of our

connection with each other. Fortunately, we were now near the bottom of

the slope, for while some of us stuck fast to the cushions, others

rolled over, or slid, independent of any projection, while I, being

thrown forward on my feet, actually ran downhill! I had just succeeded

in stopping myself when down upon me came the rest of the company, all

prostrate in some position or other.

Now from an unwieldy mass of shawls came a cry:

"Oh, Albert Dusante! Where are you? Lucille! Lucille!"

Instantly sprang to one foot good Mrs. Aleshine, her other foot being

entangled in a mass of shawls which dragged behind her. Her bonnet was

split open and mashed down over her eyes. In her left hand she waved a

piece of yellow flannel, which in her last mad descent she had torn from

some part of the person of Mrs. Lecks, and in the other a bunch of stout

dead weeds, which she had seized and pulled up by the roots as she had

passed them. Her dress was ripped open down her rotund back, and the

earth from the weed roots had bespattered her face. From the midst of

this dilapidation her round eyes sparkled with excitement. Hopping on

one foot, the shawls and a part of a cushion dragging behind her, she

shouted:

"The Dusantes! They are the Dusantes!"

Then, pitching forward on her knees before the two strange ladies, who

had now tumbled into each other's arms, she cried:

"Oh, which is Emily, and which is Lucille?"

I had rushed toward Ruth, who had clung to a cushion and was now sitting

upon it, when Mrs. Lecks, who was close beside her, arose to her feet

and stood upright. One foot was thrust through her own bonnet, and her

clothes gave evidence of the frenzy and power of Mrs. Aleshine's grasp,

but her mien was dignified and her aspect stately.

"Barb'ry Aleshine!" she exclaimed, "if them Dusantes has dropped down

from heaven at your very feet, can't you give 'em a minute to feel their

ribs and see if their legs and arms is broken?"

The younger lady now turned her head toward Mrs. Aleshine. "I am

Lucille," she said.

In a moment the good woman's arms were around her neck. "I always liked

you the best of the two," she whispered into the ear of the astonished

young lady.

Having found that Ruth was unhurt, I ran to the assistance of the

others. The gentleman had just arisen from a cushion, upon which, lying

flat on his back, he had slid over the grass, still holding under one

arm the package from which he had refused to part. I helped him to raise

the elder lady to her feet. She had been a good deal shaken, and much

frightened, but although a little bruised, she had received no important

injury.

[Illustration: "'OH, WHICH IS EMILY, AND WHICH IS LUCILLE?'"]

I went to fill a leather pocket-cup from a brook nearby, and when I

returned I found the gentleman standing, confronted by Mrs. Lecks, Mrs.

Aleshine, and Ruth, while his own companions were regarding the group

with eager interest.

"Yes," he was saying, "my name is Dusante. But why do you ask at this

moment? Why do you show such excited concern on the subject?"

"Why?" exclaimed Mrs. Lecks. "I will tell you why, sir. My name is Mrs.

Lecks, and this is Mrs. Aleshine, and if you are the Mr. Dusante with

the house on the desert island, this is the Mrs. Craig who was married

in that very house, and the gentleman here with the water is Mr. Craig,

who wrote you the letter, which I hope you got. And if that isn't reason

enough for our wanting to know if you are Mr. Dusante, I'd like to be

told what more there could be!"

"It's them! Of course it's them!" cried Mrs. Aleshine. "I had a feelin'

while we were scootin' downhill that they was near and dear to us,

though exactly why and how, I didn't know. And she's told me she's

Lucille, and of course the other must be Emily, though what relations—"

"Am I to understand," interrupted the gentleman, looking with earnest

animation from one to the other of us, "that these are the good people

who inhabited my house on the island?"

"The very ones!" cried Mrs. Aleshine. "And what relation are you to

Emily? and Lucille to her?"

The gentleman stepped backward and laid down the package which he had

held under his arm, and advancing toward me with outstretched hands, and

with tears starting to his eyes, he exclaimed:

"And this man, then, to whom I owe so much, is Mr. Craig!"

"Owe me!" I said. "It is to you that we owe our very lives, and our

escape from death in mid-ocean."

"Do not speak of it," he said, shaking his head, with a sorrowful

expression on his face. "You owe me nothing. I would to Heaven it were

not so! But we will not talk of that now. And this is Mrs. Craig," he

continued, taking Ruth by the hand, "the fair lady whose nuptials were

celebrated in my house. And Mrs. Lecks, and Mrs. Aleshine." As he spoke

he shook hands with each. "How I have longed to meet you! I have thought

of you every day since I returned to my island and discovered that you

had been—I wish I could say—my guests. And where is the reverend

gentleman? and the three mariners? I hope that nothing has befallen

them!"

"Alas!—for three of them at least," ejaculated Mrs. Aleshine; "they

have left us, but they are all right. And now, sir, if you could tell us

what relation you are to Emily, and what Lucille—"

"Barb'ry!" cried Mrs. Lecks, making a dash toward her friend, "can't you

give the man a minute to breathe? Don't you see he's so dumflustered

that he hardly knows who he is himself! If them two women was to sink

down dead with hunger and hard slidin' right afore your very eyes while

you was askin' what relation they was to each other and to him, it would

no more'n serve you right! We'd better be seem' if anythin' 's the

matter with 'em, and what we can do for 'em."

At this moment the younger of Mr. Dusante's ladies quickly stepped

forward. "Oh, Mrs. Craig, Mrs. Lecks, and Mrs. Aleshine!" she exclaimed,

"I'm just dying to know all about you!"

"And which, contrariwise," cried Mrs. Aleshine, "is the same with us,

exactly."

"And of all places in the world," continued the young lady, "that we

should meet here!"

No one could have been more desirous than I was to know all about these

Dusantes, and to discuss the strange manner of our meeting; but I saw

that Ruth was looking very pale and faint, and that the elder Dusante

lady had sat down again upon the ground as though obliged to do so by

sheer exhaustion, and I therefore hailed with a double delight the

interruption of further explanations by the appearance of two men on

horseback who came galloping toward us.

They belonged to the house which I had noticed from the road above, and

one of them had seen our swift descent down the mountain-side. At first

he had thought the black object he saw sliding over the snow-slopes was

a rock or a mass of underbrush, but his keen eye soon told him that it

was a group of human beings, and summoning a companion, he had set out

for the foot of the mountain as soon as horses could be caught and

saddled.

The men were much surprised when they heard the details of our

adventure, but as it was quite plain that some members of our party

needed immediate nourishment and attention, the questions and

explanations were made very short. The men dismounted from their horses,

and the elder Dusante lady was placed upon one of them, one man leading

the animal and the other supporting the lady. Ruth mounted the other

horse, and I walked by her to assist her in keeping her seat; but she

held fast to the high pommel of the saddle, and got on very well. Mr.

Dusante took his younger companion on one arm, and his package under the

other, while Mrs. Lecks, having relieved her foot from the encircling

bonnet, and Mrs. Aleshine, now free from the entangling shawls, followed

in the rear. The men offered to come back with the horses for them, if

they would wait; but the two women declared that they were quite able to

walk, and intended to do no waiting, and they trudged vigorously after

us. The sun was now high, and the air down here was quite different from

that of the mountain-side, being pleasant and almost warm. The men said

that the snows above would probably soon melt, as it was much too early

in the season for snow to lie long on these lower sides of the

mountains.

Our way lay over an almost level plain for about a mile. A portion of it

was somewhat rough, so that when we reached the low house to which we

were bound, we were all very glad indeed to get there. The house

belonged to the two men, who owned a small ranch here. One of them was

married, and his wife immediately set herself to work to attend to our

needs. Her home was small, its rooms few, and her larder very plain in

quality; but everything she had was placed at our disposal. Her own bed

was given to the elder Dusante lady, who took immediate possession of

it; and after a quickly prepared but plentiful meal of fried pork,

corn-bread, and coffee, the rest of us stretched ourselves out to rest

wherever we could find a place. Before lying down, however, I had, at

Ruth's earnest solicitation, engaged one of the men to ride to the

railroad-station to inquire about Mr. Enderton, and to inform him of our

safety. By taking a route which ran parallel with the mountain-chain,

but at some distance from it, the station, the man said, could be

reached without encountering snow.

None of us had had proper rest during the past two nights, and we slept

soundly until dark, when we were aroused to partake of supper. All of

us, except the elder Dusante lady, who preferred to remain in bed,

gathered around the table. After supper a large fire, principally of

brushwood, was built upon the hearth; and with the bright blaze, two

candles, and a lamp, the low room appeared light and cheery. We drew up

about the fire—for the night was cool—on whatever chairs, stools, or

boxes we could find, and no sooner had we all seated ourselves than Mrs.

Aleshine exclaimed:

"Now, Mr. Dusante, it ain't in the power of mortal man, nor woman

neither,—an' if put the other way it might be stronger,—to wait any

longer before knowin' what relation Lucille is to Emily, an' you to

them, an' all about that house of yours on the island. If I'd blown up

into bits this day through holdin' in my wantin' to know, I shouldn't

have wondered! An' if it hadn't been for hard sleep, I don't believe I

could have held in, nohow!"

[Illustration: "WE DREW UP ABOUT THE FIRE."]

"That's my mind exactly," said Mrs. Lecks; "and though I know there's a

time for all things, and don't believe in crowdin' questions on

played-out people, I do think, Mr. Dusante, that if I could have caught

up with you when we was comin' over here, I'd have asked you to speak

out on these p'ints. But you're a long-legged walker, which Mrs.

Aleshine is not, and it wouldn't have done to leave her behind."

"Which she wouldn't 'a' been," said Mrs. Aleshine, "long legs or short."

Ruth and I added our entreaties that Mr. Dusante should tell his story,

and the good ranchman and his wife said that if there was anything to

be done in the story-telling line they were in for it, strong; and

quitting their work of clearing away supper things, they brought an old

hair trunk from another room, and sat down just behind Mrs. Lecks.

The younger Dusante lady, who, having been divested of her wraps, her

veil, and the woolen shawl that had been tied over her head, had proved

to be a very pretty girl with black eyes, here declared that it had been

her intention at the first opportunity to get us to tell our story, but

as we had asked first, she supposed we ought to be satisfied first.

"I do not wish, my good friends," said Mr. Dusante, "to delay for a

moment longer than necessary your very pardonable curiosity concerning

me and my family; and I must say at the same time that, although your

letter, sir, gave me a very clear account of your visit to my island,

there are many things which naturally could not be contained within the

limits of a letter, and about which I am most anxious to make inquiries.

But these I will reserve until my own narration is finished.

"My name is Albert Dusante. It may interest you to know that my father

was a Frenchman and my mother an American lady from New England. I was

born in France, but have lived very little in that country, and for a

great part of my life have been a merchant in Honolulu. For the past few

years, however, I have been enabled to free myself in a great degree

from the trammels of business, and to devote myself to the pursuits of a

man of leisure. I have never married, and this young lady is my

sister."

"Then what relation," began Mrs. Aleshine, "is she to—?"

At this moment the hand of Mrs. Lecks, falling heavily into the lap of

the speaker, stopped this question, and Mr. Dusante proceeded:

"Our parents died when Lucille was an infant, and we have no near blood

relations."

At this the faces of both Mrs. Aleshine and Mrs. Lecks assumed

expressions as if they had each just received a letter superscribed in

an unknown hand, and were wondering who it could possibly be from.

"The lady who is now resting in the adjoining room," continued Mr.

Dusante, "is a dear friend who has been adopted by me as a mother."

"Upon my word!" burst from Mrs. Lecks and Mrs. Aleshine, in as much

unison of time and tone as if the words had been a response in a church

service, while Miss Lucille leaned back against the wall near which she

sat, and laughed gleefully. Mr. Dusante, however, continued his

statements with the same quiet gravity with which he had begun.

"This lady was a dear friend of my mother, although younger than she. I

adopted her as a mother to my little orphan sister, and, consequently,

placed her in the same maternal relation to myself, doing this with much

earnest satisfaction, for I hoped to be able to return, as a son,

something of the tender care and affection which she would bestow on

Lucille as a daughter."

"And she is Emily?" cried Mrs. Aleshine.

"She adopted our name," answered the speaker, "and she is Mrs. Emily

Dusante."

"And she is your adopted _mother?_" said Mrs. Aleshine.

"Adopted mother!" ejaculated Mrs. Lecks.

"Yes," answered Mr. Dusante.

"And that is the only relation she is to you two?" said Mrs. Lecks.

"And you to her?" added Mrs. Aleshine.

"Most assuredly," answered Mr. Dusante.

Here Mrs. Lecks leaned back in her chair, folded her hands in her lap,

and ejaculated, "Well, well!" and then allowed her face to assume a

rigid intention of having nothing more to say at the present moment.

"One thing is certain," remarked Mrs. Aleshine, in a tone which

indicated that she did not care who heard her; "I always liked Lucille

the best!"

At this Ruth and I exchanged smiles with Miss Lucille, and Mr. Dusante

proceeded:

"I do not wish to occupy too much of your time with our personal

affairs, and will therefore state that the island on which you found

refuge, and where I wish most heartily I had been present to act as

host, was bought by me as a retreat from the annoyances of business and

the exactions of society. I built there a good house—"

"Which it truly was," said Mrs. Aleshine, "with fixtures in it for

water, and letting it off, which I never saw in a house so far out of

town."

"I furnished it suitably," said Mr. Dusante. "We had books and music,

and for several years we passed vacations there which were both

enjoyable and profitable. But of late my sister has found the place

lonely, and we have traveled a good deal, making intermittent and often

short visits to the island.

"As I never cared to leave any one on that lonely spot during our

absences from it, I arranged a gateway of bars across the only opening

in the reef, with the intention of preventing marauding visits from

fishing-boats or other small craft which might be passing that way. As

the island was out of the ordinary track of vessels, I did not imagine

that my bars would ever prove an obstacle to unfortunate castaways who

might seek a refuge there."

"Which they didn't," remarked Mrs. Aleshine, "for under we bobbed."

"I never exactly understood," said Mr. Dusante, "and I hope to have it

explained to me in due time, how you passed my bars without removing

them; and I have had a sore weight upon my conscience since I discovered

that shipwrecked persons, fleeing to my house from the perils of the

sea, should have found those inhospitable bars in their way—"

"Which is a weight you might as well cast off, and be done with it,"

said Mrs. Lecks, her deep-set notions on the rights of property obliging

her to speak; "for if a man hasn't a right to lock up his house when he

goes away and leaves it, I don't know what rights anybody has about

anything. Me, or Mrs. Aleshine, or anybody else here who has a house,

might just as well go off travelin', or to town visitin', and leave our

front door unlocked, and the yard gate swingin' on its hinges, because

we was afraid that some tramp or other body with no house or home might

come along and not be able to get in and make himself comfortable. Your

business, sir, when you left that house and all your belongin's on that

island, was to leave everything tight and safe; and the business of

people sailin' in ships was to go on their proper way, and not be

runnin' into each other. And if these last mentioned didn't see fit to

do that, and so got into trouble, they should have gone to some island

where there were people to attend to 'em, just as the tramps should go

to the poorhouse. And this is what we would have done—not meanin' the

poorhouse—if we hadn't been so over long-headed as to get into a leaky

boat, which, I wish it understood, is sayin' nothin' against Mr. Craig."

"That's true," said Mrs. Aleshine, "for nobody has got a right to

complain that a fellow-bein' locks his own door after him. But it does

seem to me, sir, that in such scattered neighborhoods as your island is

in, it might be a good thing to leave something to eat an'

drink—perhaps in a bottle or in a tin pail—at the outside of your bars

for them as might come along shipwrecked, an' not be able to get inside

on account of bein' obliged to come in a boat, an' not as we did; an'

so, when they found they'd have to go on, they might have somethin' to

keep up their strength till they got to another house."

"Now, Barb'ry Aleshine," said Mrs. Lecks, "when you start off on a

journey to Japan or any other place, an' leave mince-pies and buttered

toast a-stickin' on the p'ints of your pickets for tramps that might

come along and need 'em, you can do that kind of talkin'. But as that

time hasn't come, let's hear the rest of Mr. Dusante's story."

"When I first visited my island this year," continued the narrator, "we

made but a short stay, as we were all desirous of taking a somewhat

extended sea-voyage in my steam-yacht. We visited several places of

interest, and when we returned, just six weeks ago to-day—"

"Just one week, lackin' a day," exclaimed Mrs. Lecks, "after we left

that spot!"

"If I'd 'a' knowed," said Mrs. Aleshine, rising to her feet, "that you'd

be back so soon, I'd 'a' made them sailormen live on fish, I'd 'a' eat

garden-truck myself, and I'd be bound I'd 'a' made the flour hold out

for six days more for the rest of 'em, if I'd 'a' had to work my fingers

to the skin and bone to do it!" Then she sat down solemnly.

"When we returned," continued Mr. Dusante, "I was pleased to find my

bars intact; and when these were unlocked, and the boat from our yacht

went through with ourselves and our servants, it was very agreeable to

notice the good order which seemed to prevail everywhere. As we passed

from the wharf to the house, not even fallen boughs or weeds were seen

to indicate that we had been away from the place for more than two

months. When we entered the house, my mother and sister immediately

ascended to their chambers, and when the windows had been opened I heard

them from above calling to each other and remarking upon the freshness

and cleanliness of the rooms. I went to my library, and when I had

thrown open the window I was struck with the somewhat peculiar air of

order which seemed to obtain in the room. The books stood upon their

shelves with a remarkable regularity, and the chairs and other

furniture were arranged with a precision which impressed me as unusual.

In a moment, sir, I saw your letter upon the table addressed to me.

Greatly astonished, I opened and read it.

"When I had finished it my amazement was great indeed; but obeying an

instant impulse, I stepped into the dining-room, which a servant had

opened, and took the ginger-jar from the mantelpiece. When I lifted from

it the little brown-paper parcel, and beneath it saw the money which had

been mentioned in the letter, you may imagine the condition of my mind.

I did not take out the money, nor count it; but covering it again with

the paper parcel, which I believed contained fish-hooks, and with the

jar in my hands, I returned to the library, where I sat down to ponder

upon these most astounding revelations. While so doing my mother and

sister hastily entered the room. Lucille declared in an excited manner

that she believed that the brownies or some other fairies had been there

while we were away and had kept the house in order. The whole place was

actually cleaner, she said, than when we left it. She had taken down a

thin dress from her closet, and it looked as if it had just come from

the hand of a laundress, with the ruffles ironed smoother and more

evenly than they had ever been since it was first stitched together.

'Albert,' said my mother, her face pale, 'there has been somebody in

this house!' Then she went on to say that the windows, which were left

unwashed because we went away in somewhat of a hurry, were as bright and

clean as if the maids had just been rubbing them; the floors and

furniture were cleaner and freer from dust than they had ever been

before; and the whole house looked as if we had just left it yesterday.

'In fact,' she said, 'it is unnaturally clean!'"

During this part of Mr. Dusante's story Mrs. Lecks and Mrs. Aleshine sat

very quiet, with an air of sedate humility upon their faces; but I could

see by the proud light in their eyes that they felt their superiority to

ordinary women, although they were properly resolved not to show such

feeling.

"At that moment," continued Mr. Dusante, "a servant came hurrying into

the room, and informed us that the flour was all gone, and that there

was scarcely anything in the pantries to eat. At this my mother and my

sister, who knew that an abundance of provisions had been left in the

house, looked at each other aghast. But before they could express their

consternation in words, I addressed them. 'My dear mother,' said I, 'and

Lucille, there truly has been some one in this house. By this letter I

am informed that for several weeks eight persons have lived here under

this roof; a marriage has been solemnized, and the happy couple have

gone forth from our doors. These persons have eaten our food, they have

made use of our property, and this has been their temporary home. But

they are good people, honest and true-hearted, for they have left the

house in better order than they found it, and more than the price of all

they have consumed is in that ginger-jar.' And thereupon I read them

your letter, sir.

"I cannot undertake to describe the wonder and absorbing interest with

which this letter filled our minds. All needful stores were brought

ashore from the yacht, which lay outside the reef, and we began our

usual life on the island; but none of the occupations or recreations in

which we formerly employed our time now possessed any attractions for

us. Our minds were filled with thoughts of the persons who had been so

strangely living in our house; and our conversation was mainly made up

of surmises as to what sort of people they were, whether or not we

should ever see them, and similar suppositions."

"Yes, indeed!" exclaimed Miss Lucille. "I thought of you by day and by

night, and pictured you all in various ways, but never as you really

are. Sometimes I used to think that the boat in which you went away had

been sunk in a storm in which you were all drowned, and that perhaps

your ghosts would come back and live in our house, and sleep in our

beds, and clean our windows, and wash and iron our clothes, and do all

sorts of things in the night."

"Goodnessful, gracious me!" cried Mrs. Aleshine, "don't talk that way!

The idea of bein' a cold ghost, goin' about in the dark, is worse than

slidin' down a snow-mountain, even if you had to do it on the bare of

your back."

"Barb'ry!" said Mrs. Lecks, severely.

"The idea is jus' as chillin'," replied her undaunted friend.

"Two things connected with this matter," continued Mr. Dusante, "weighed

heavily on my mind. One of these I have already mentioned—the cruel

inhospitality of the barred entrance."

I had refrained from adding to the interruptions to Mr. Dusante's

narrative, but I now felt impelled to assure the gentleman, on behalf of

myself and wife, that we shared the opinions of Mrs. Lecks and Mrs.

Aleshine, and felt that he could in no way be blamed for thus protecting

his private property.

"You are very good," said Mr. Dusante, "but I will say here that there

are now no bars to that entrance. I have left some people on the island,

who will take care of my property and succor any unfortunate castaways

who may arrive there. The other matter to which I alluded was, however,

the heavier load which oppressed me. This was the money in the

ginger-jar. I could not endure to reflect that I had been paid actual

money for the hospitality I would have been so glad to offer to you poor

shipwrecked people. Every sentiment of my being rebelled against such a

thing. I was grieved. I was ashamed. At last I determined I would bear

no longer the ignominy of this brand of inhospitality, and that, with

the ginger-jar in my hand, I would search over the world, if necessary,

for the persons who in my absence had paid board to me, and return to

them the jar with its contents uncounted and untouched. Your letter

informed me of the island to which you were bound, and if I did not find

you there I could discover to what port you had taken your departure.

There I could make further inquiries, and so follow you. When I proposed

this plan to my family they agreed to it instantly, for their interest

in the matter was almost as great as mine; and in a day or two we

started on our quest.

"I easily traced you to San Francisco, and found the hotel at which you

had stopped. Here I obtained fresh news of you, and learned that you

had started East, and that the destination of the party was believed to

be Philadelphia. I had hoped that I should meet with you before you left

California; but supposing that by that time you had reached your

destination, or were, at least, far on your way, I yielded to the

solicitations of my sister and made some excursions in California,

intending then to follow you to Philadelphia, and there to advertise for

Mr. Craig, if he could not otherwise be found. However, by the rarest

and most fortunate of chances, we have met thus early, and for this I

can never be too devoutly thankful."

"Nor we," said I, earnestly; "for our greatly desired acquaintance with

you and your family could not have begun too soon."

"Now," said Mr. Dusante, "I will perform the duty for which my journey

was undertaken, and I assure you it is a great pleasure to me to be able

so soon to carry out this cherished purpose."

He then took up from the floor by his side the package which he had so

safely guarded during his swift and perilous descent of the

mountain-side, and which he had since kept close by him. Placing this

upon his knee, he removed the light shawl in which it had been rolled,

and then several pieces of wrapping-paper, revealing to our eyes the

familiar fat little ginger-jar which had stood on the mantelpiece of the

dining-room in the house on the island, and in which we had deposited

our board money.

"It would be simply impossible for me," said Mr. Dusante, "to consent to

retain in my possession money paid for the aid which I involuntarily

rendered to shipwrecked people. Had I been present on the island, that

aid would have been most heartily and freely given, and the fact of my

absence makes no difference whatever in regard to my feelings on the

subject of your paying for the food and shelter you found at my house.

Having understood from Mr. Craig's letter that it was Mrs. Lecks who

superintended the collection and depositing of the money, I now return

to you, madam, this jar with its contents."

"And which," said Mrs. Lecks, sitting up very rigidly, with her hands

clasped behind her, "I don't take. If it had been a day and a night, or

even two nights and over a Sunday, it wouldn't have mattered; but when

me and Mrs. Aleshine—and the rest of the party can speak for

themselves—stays for weeks and weeks, without leave or license, in a

man's house, we pay our board—of course deductin' services. Good

night."

[Illustration: "REVEALING THE FAMILIAR FAT LITTLE GINGER-JAR."]

With that she arose, and walked, very erect, into the adjoining room.

"It was all very well, Mr. Dusante," said Mrs. Aleshine, "for you to try

to carry out what you thought was right; but we have our ideas as to

what our duty is, an' you have your ideas as to what your duty is, an'

consciences is even."

Having said this, she followed her friend.

Mr. Dusante looked surprised and troubled, and he turned toward me. "My

dear sir," said I, "those two good women are very sensitive in regard to

right and justice, and I think it will be well not to press this subject

upon them. As for my wife and me, neither of us would consent to touch

money which was placed in that jar by Mrs. Lecks with the expectation

that no one but you or one of your family would take it out."

"Very well, sir," said Mr. Dusante, replacing the wrapping-paper around

the jar; "I will drop the subject for the present. But you will allow me

to say, sir, that I also am very sensitive in regard to right and

justice."

Early the next morning the man who had been sent to the railroad-station

came back, bringing news that a four-horse wagon would shortly be sent

for us, and also bearing a letter from Mr. Enderton to Ruth. In this

that gentleman informed his daughter that he was quite well, but that he

had suffered anxiety on account of her probable hardships in the

abandoned stage-coach. He had hoped, however, that the snow which had

precluded his return with assistance had fallen lightly in the elevated

position in which she had been left; and he had trusted also that Mr.

Craig had bethought himself to build a fire somewhere near the coach,

where his daughter might be warmed; and that the provisions, of which he

knew an ample quantity had been packed for the trip, had been properly

heated for her and given to her at suitable intervals. This anxiety, he

said, had added very much to his own mental disquietude occasioned by

the violent vituperations and unjust demands of the driver of the

stage-coach, who had seen fit to attack him with all manner of abuse,

and might even have resorted to personal violence had it not been for

the interference of by-standers and the locking of his room door. He was

now, however, much relieved by the departure of this driver, and by the

news that his daughter had reached a place of safety, which, of course,

he had supposed she would do, her detention having occurred on an

ordinary route of travel.

While waiting for the arrival of the wagon, the adventures of Mrs.

Lecks, Mrs. Aleshine, and myself, as well as those of Ruth and her

father, from the time the one party left America and the other China,

were related at length to the Dusantes, who showed a deep interest in

every detail, and asked many questions.

Mrs. Dusante, whose nervous equilibrium had been fully restored by her

night's rest, and who, although feeling a little stiff and bruised, now

declared herself quite well, proved to be a very pleasant lady of

fifty-five or thereabouts. She was of a quiet disposition, but her

speech and manner showed that in former years, at least, she had been a

woman of society, and I soon found out that she was much interested in

the study of character. This interest was principally shown in the

direction of Mrs. Lecks and Mrs. Aleshine, whom she evidently looked

upon as most remarkable women. If any of her sentiments were those of

admiration, however, they were not returned in kind; Mrs. Lecks and

Mrs. Aleshine had but a small opinion of her.

"There's mother-in-laws, and stepmothers, and real mothers, and

grandmothers, and sometimes great-grandmothers livin'," said Mrs. Lecks

to me, apart; "but though Mr. Dusante may be a well-meanin' man,—and I

don't doubt he is,—and wishin', I haven't the least reason to

disbelieve, to do his whole duty by his fellow-men, still I must say,

bein' brought up as I was, he hasn't any right to make a new kind of

mother. To be sure, a man can adopt children, but that isn't goin'

backward, like this is, which is ag'in' nat'ral law and gospel."

"I expect," said Mrs. Aleshine, who was with us, "that them French has

got fashions that we don't know about, and thankful we ought to be that

we don't! I never had no patience with French heels an' French

arsenic-green beans; an' now, if there's to be adoptin' of mothers in

this country, the next thing will be gullotynes."

"I don't see," said I, "why you look upon the Dusantes as French people.

They are just as much American as French."

"Well," said Mrs. Lecks, "it's not for me and Mrs. Aleshine to set

ourselves up to judge other people. In our part of the country we don't

adopt mothers; but if they do it in France, or the Sandwich Islands, or

down East, I don't know that we ought to have anything to say."

"He might as well have adopted a father at the same time," said Mrs.

Aleshine, "although, to be sure, he would 'a' had to been particular to

take one that was acquainted with Mrs. Dusante, and not had 'em

strangers to each other, though parents to him."

"If I was you, Barb'ry Aleshine," said Mrs. Lecks, "I'd adopt some sort

of rag to the top of my head to serve for a bonnet; for here comes the

wagon, and I suppose now we'll be off."

We took leave of the kind-hearted ranch people, who looked upon us as a

godsend into their lonely life, and disposed ourselves as comfortably as

we could in the large wagon. Our journey of seven or eight miles to the

railroad-station was slow, and over ways that were rough. Mrs. Dusante

was a delicate woman and not used to hardship, whereas Mrs. Lecks and

Mrs. Aleshine were exceedingly vigorous and tough. The consequence of

this difference was that the kindly hearts of the latter prompted them

to do everything they could to prevent Mrs. Dusante feeling the bumps

and jolts, and to give her such advantages of wraps and position as

would help her to bear better the fatigues of the journey.

In doing this these good women gradually forgot the adopted mother, and

came to think only of the very pleasant lady who needed their

attentions, and who took such a lively and agreeable interest in their

family histories, their homes, their manner of living, and everything

that pertained to them; and before we reached the end of our trip these

three were talking together like old friends. Ruth and Miss Lucille had

also struck up a warm acquaintance, while I found Mr. Dusante a very

entertaining man—of sedate and careful speech, ingenious ideas, and of

a very courteous disposition.

When we arrived at the railroad-station we were met by Mr. Enderton, who

showed a moderate degree of pleasure at seeing us, and an immoderate

amount of annoyance, exhibited principally to me, in being obliged to

give up to the women of our party the large room he had occupied in the

only lodging-house in the little settlement.

[Illustration: "RUTH AND MISS LUCILLE STRUCK UP A WARM ACQUAINTANCE."]

When I informed him that the strangers with us were the Dusantes, on

whose island we had been staying, he at first listened vaguely. He had

always looked upon the Dusante family as a sort of fable used by Mrs.

Lecks to countenance her exactions of money from the unfortunate

sojourners on the island. But when I told him what Mr. Dusante had done,

and related how he had brought the board money with him, and had offered

to pay it back to us, an eager interest was aroused in him.

"I do not wonder," he exclaimed, "that the conscience-stricken man

wishes to give the money back, but that any one should refuse what

actually belongs to him or her is beyond my comprehension! One thing is

certain—I shall receive my portion. Fifteen dollars a week for my

daughter and myself that woman charged me, and I will have it back."

"My dear sir," I said, "your board was reduced to the same sum as that

paid by the rest of us—four dollars a week each."

"I call to mind no reduction," said Mr. Enderton. "I remember distinctly

the exorbitant sum charged me for board on a desert island. It made a

deep impression upon me."

"I do not care to talk any further on this subject," I said. "You must

settle it with Mrs. Lecks."

Mr. Enderton gave a great sniff, and walked away with dignity. I could

not but laugh as I imagined his condition two minutes after he had

stated his opinions on this subject to Mrs. Lecks.

When Mr. Dusante had started from San Francisco on his search for us, he

had sent his heavy baggage ahead of him to Ogden City, where he purposed

to make his first stop. He supposed that we might possibly here diverge

from our homeward-bound route in order to visit the Mormon metropolis;

and, if we had done so, he did not wish to pass us. It was therefore now

agreed that we should all go to Ogden City, and there await the arrival

of our effects left in the snowed-up vehicles on the mountain-side. We

made arrangements with the station-master that these should be forwarded

to us as soon as the stage-coach and the carriage could be brought down.

All the baggage of my party was on the coach, and it consisted only of a

few valises bought in San Francisco, and a package containing two

life-preservers, which Mrs. Lecks and Mrs. Aleshine said they would

take home with them, if they took nothing else.

On the morning after our arrival at Ogden City, Mr. Dusante took me

aside. "Sir," he said, "I wish to confide to you my intentions regarding

the jar containing the money left by your party in my house, and I trust

you will do nothing to thwart them. When your baggage arrives, you, with

your party, will doubtless continue your eastern way, and we shall

return to San Francisco. But the jar, with its contents, shall be left

behind to be delivered to Mrs. Lecks. If you will take charge of the

jar, and hand it to her, sir, I shall be obliged greatly."

I promised Mr. Dusante that I would not interfere with his intentions,

but asserted that I could, on no account, take charge of the jar. The

possession of that piece of pottery, with its contents, was now a matter

of dispute between him and Mrs. Lecks, and must be settled by them.

"Very well, then, sir," he said. "I shall arrange to depart before you

and your company, and I shall leave the jar, suitably packed, in the

care of the clerk of this hotel, with directions to hand it to Mrs.

Lecks after I am gone. Thus there will be nothing for her to do but to

receive it."

Some one now came into the smoking-room, where we were sitting, and no

more was said on this subject. Mr. Dusante's statement of his intention

very much amused me, for Mrs. Lecks had previously taken me into her

confidence in regard to her intentions in this matter. "Mr. Dusante,"

she had said, "hasn't dropped a word more about the money in that

ginger-jar, but I know just as well as he does what he's goin' to do

about it. When the time comes to go, he's goin' to slip off quietly,

leavin' that jar behind him, thinkin' then I'll be obliged to take it,

there bein' nobody to give it back to. But he'll find me just as sharp

as he is. I've got the street and number of his business place in

Honolulu from his sister,—askin' about it in an offhand way, as if it

didn't mean anything,—an' if that jar is left for me, I'll pack it in a

box, money and all, and I'll express it to Mr. Dusante; and when he gets

to Honolulu he'll find it there, and then he'll know that two can play

at that sort of game."

Knowing Mr. Dusante, and knowing Mrs. Lecks, I pictured to myself a box

containing a ginger-jar, and covered with numerous half-obliterated

addresses, traveling backward and forward between the Sandwich Islands

and Pennsylvania during the lifetime of the contestants, and, probably,

if testamentary desires should be regarded, during a great part of the

lifetime of their heirs. That the wear and tear of the box might make it

necessary to inclose it in a keg, and that, eventually, the keg might

have to be placed in a barrel, and that, after a time, in a hogshead,

seemed to me as likely as any other contingencies which might befall

this peregrinating ginger-jar.

We spent three days in Ogden City, and then, the weather having

moderated very much, and the snow on the mountains having melted

sufficiently to allow the vehicles to be brought down, our effects were

forwarded to us, and my party and that of Mr. Dusante prepared to

proceed on our different ways. An eastward-bound train left that

evening an hour after we received our baggage, but we did not care to

depart upon such short notice, and so determined to remain until the

next day.

In the evening Mr. Dusante came to me to say that he was very glad to

find that the westward train would leave Ogden City early in the

morning, so that he and his family would start on their journey some

hours before we should leave. "This suits my plans exactly," he said. "I

have left the ginger-jar, securely wrapped, and addressed to Mrs. Lecks,

with the clerk of the hotel, who will deliver it to-morrow immediately

after my departure. All our preparations are made, and we purpose this

evening to bid farewell to you and our other kind friends, from whom, I

assure you, we are most deeply grieved to part."

I had just replied that we also regretted extremely the necessity for

this separation, when a boy brought me a letter. I opened it, and found

it was from Mr. Enderton. It read as follows:

DEAR SIR: I have determined not to wait here until to-morrow,

but to proceed eastward by this evening's train. I desire to

spend a day in Chicago, and as you and the others will probably

not wish to stop there, I shall, by this means, attain my

object without detaining you. My sudden resolution will not

give me time to see you all before I start, but I have taken a

hurried leave of my daughter, and this letter will explain

my departure to the rest.

I will also mention that I have thought it proper, as the

natural head of our party both by age and position, to settle

the amicable dispute in regard to the reception and disposition

of the money paid, under an excusable misapprehension, for our

board and lodging upon a desert island. I discovered that the

receptacle of this money had been left in the custody of the

clerk, addressed to Mrs. Lecks, who has not only already

refused to receive it, and would probably do so again, but who

is, in my opinion, in no wise entitled to hold, possess, or

dispose of it. I therefore, without making any disturbance

whatever, have taken charge of the package, and shall convey it

with me to Chicago. When you arrive there, I will apportion the

contents among us according to our several claims. This I

regard as a very sensible and prudent solution of the little

difficulty which has confronted us in regard to the disposition

of this money. Yours hurriedly,

DAVID J. ENDERTON.

P.S. I shall stop at Brandiger's Hotel, where I shall await

you.

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