GLORIANA'S BURGLARS
There was a glorious moon that night, and as the girls were washing the
supper dishes, Tabitha proposed, "Let's go up to the peak when we are
through here and watch the moon rise."
There was a moment of dead silence in the room. Usually the two
inexperienced young housekeepers sought to hustle their restless,
boisterous brood into bed as soon as the evening meal had ended and the
night's chores were done. What had come over her to suggest such a
thing as an evening stroll, or climb, as it would be if they went up to
the peak? Susie looked at Tabitha with incredulous eyes, then glanced
questioningly at Mercedes, but the older sister was as much mystified
as were the rest.
"Do you mean that, or are you joking?" demanded Irene bluntly.
"I mean it," replied Tabitha calmly, though her face flushed
uncomfortably under the surprised stare of eight pair of eyes.
"You usually chase us off to bed, you know," said Susie, still
wondering what the unexpected proposal meant.
"Well, it is such a lovely night, I thought it would be fun to follow
the trail to the top of the mountain, and watch the moon come up."
"And tell stories?" breathed Irene, clasping her hands ecstatically.
"Yes, if you wish," laughed the senior housekeeper.
"And speak pieces!" cried Mercedes, who was never tired of hearing
Tabitha recite.
"Perhaps."
"And sing songs," suggested Rosslyn, who loved to listen to Gloriana's
rich, sweet voice carolling joyous lays or softly crooning lullabyes.
"Maybe."
"And build a bonfire to roast--" began Billiard, but paused,
remembering that it was too early for green corn yet, and not being
able to think of anything else roastable.
"Mosquitoes," finished Toady mischievously.
But Tabitha's face clouded anxiously. "I am afraid we'll have to let
the bonfire go this time," she said gravely. "There is a law against
such things here in Silver Bow. A fire is such a hard thing to fight
on the desert, supposing it once gets started; so no one takes any
risks."
Toady's face fell and Billiard looked rebellious, seeing which, Tabitha
hastily continued, "Some day we will go down to the river----"
"Oh, and have a picnic!" squealed Susie, giving such an eager little
hop of anticipation that the cup she was drying flew out of her hand
and half-way across the room, falling with a dull thud in a pan of
bread sponge which Tabitha had just been mixing.
"My!" breathed Irene enviously, "I wish my dishes would do that! When
_I_ drop one it always bu'sts."
Her peculiar grievance, coupled with Susie's look of utter amazement at
the performance of her cup, caused a merry laugh all around, and the
subject of bonfire was speedily forgotten, to Tabitha's unbounded
relief.
The dishes were soon washed and piled away in the cupboard, the evening
chores completed, and the troop of eager children romped gaily up the
rocky trail to the summit of the mountain, on which the Eagles' Nest
was built. It was just such a night as Tabitha loved, and she would
gladly have sat in silence the whole evening through, watching the
barren landscape lying glorified in the white moonlight; but not so
with the younger members of the party. To be sure, it was a pretty
picture that the old moon revealed to their eyes, but even the most
beautiful pictures cannot hold a child's attention long. It is
excitement that they desire; so scarcely had the party reached their
goal than Inez demanded imperiously, "Now Tabitha, speak something for
us."
"Oh, not right away," protested the older girl, glancing wistfully
about her at the beauties of the night, and longing for a few moments
of solitude that she might enjoy herself in her own peculiar fashion.
"Let's watch the moon come up."
"No," clamored the boys, who had heard Tabitha's many talents lauded by
their cousins until their curiosity had well-nigh reached the bursting
point. "Speak right away. It's no fun watching the old moon come up!
Besides, it's high enough now to make things as plain as day."
"Suppose you recite something first, then," suggested Gloriana, noting
the wistfulness in the big, black eyes of her new sister.
"Not on your tin-type!" Billiard emphatically declared. "It's ladies
first, you know! We want Tabitha to spiel."
"Well, then, what shall it be?" sighed that young lady resignedly.
"Something with ginger in it," was Toady's prompt reply. "Not a
sissy-girl piece."
"About a battle or a prize-fight," suggested Billiard with amusing
impartiality.
"_Barbara Fritchie_," put in eager Irene.
"No, don't," cried Susie. "We've heard that so often. Speak
_Sheridan's Ride_."
"Or _Driving Home the Cows_," suggested Mercedes. "I think that is so
pretty, and it is a war piece, too."
"But it is too sad," promptly vetoed Susie. "We want something--noisy."
"With cannons and guns," seconded the boys.
So Tabitha obligingly recited the thrilling lines:
"'Up from the South at break of day,
Bringing to Winchester fresh dismay,
The affrighted air with a shudder bore,
Like a herald in haste, to the chieftain's door,
The terrible grumble, and rumble, and roar,
Telling the battle was on once more,
And Sheridan twenty miles away.'"
And her thoughts flew back to that black day in the dingy old town
hall, when she had declaimed those very lines, and of the dire
punishment which had overtaken her; but the sting of it was all gone
now, and she found herself smiling at the recollection of that fateful
encore. Everything was so different these days. She could afford to
forget the old heartaches and longings in the happiness which had come
to her during the past year.
"'Here is the steed that saved the day
By carrying Sheridan into the fight,
From Winchester, twenty miles away!'"
she finished; and before the enthusiastic audience realized that the
recitation was ended, she began _Horatius at the Bridge_. Then
followed in quick succession all the thrilling wartime pieces at her
tongue's command, while the delighted children held their breath in
wondering admiration.
Breathless at length, she paused, and surveying the circle of faces
about her, said whimsically, "That's a plenty, I reckon. My throat is
as dry as the desert!"
"Just one more!" they pleaded eagerly.
"But I have spoken all I can think of now with guns and cannons in
them."
"Then give us a different kind," wheedled Irene, in her most persuasive
tones.
"That one you spoke May Day at Ivy Hall," suggested Mercedes, "when you
tumbled off the platform."
"Tumbled off the platform?" echoed the boys in great surprise. This
was an adventure which had never been recounted to them. "How did she
tumble off the platform? Tell us about it."
Tabitha merely laughed and shook her head, but Mercedes, elated at the
opportunity of singing the praises of her idol, regaled them with a
laughable description of Tabitha's mishap. This led to other boarding
school reminiscences,--the christening of the vessel, when Cassandra
took her memorable plunge into the ocean; the night of the opera and
their experiences with the runaway ostriches; the voice of the
mysterious singer in the bell-tower, which some of the more timid
students had mistaken for a ghost; and finally, the appearance of the
Ivy Hall ghost itself. The McKittrick girls had heard all these events
recounted so often that they knew them almost by heart; but,
nevertheless, they were never tired of listening, and drank in the
stories of all those delightful mishaps with almost as much eagerness
as was displayed by Billiard and Toady, hearing them for the first time.
But all frolics come to an end, and Tabitha at length roused with a
start to announce, "That clock struck ten, I am positive."
"What clock?"
"Yours. The one in the kitchen. We were unusually quiet, I reckon,
for I was able to count ten strokes. We must fly into bed as fast as
we can get there. I had no idea it was so late, although Janie and
Rosslyn have been snoozing for ages. Come on, let's march. See who
can get to the house first."
Away they scampered as hard as they could run down the rough path,
while Tabitha and Glory wrestled with the two little sleepers, trying
to rouse them from their slumber so they might walk down to the cottage
instead of having to be carried. But Rosslyn refused to waken
thoroughly, and created such a scene that it was some minutes before
they could coax him to follow them down the trail. So when they
entered the moonlit kitchen, leading the stumbling boy and carrying
Janie, who could not keep her eyes open or her feet under her, the rest
of the family had vanished completely.
"Can they be in bed already?" asked Tabitha in surprise. "Have we been
wrestling with those children so long?"
Gloriana tiptoed across the floor and opened the door to the room where
the four sisters slept, and disclosed four flushed faces peacefully
reposing on their pillows. Mercedes and Irene were already fast
asleep, and the other two so near the land of Nod that their eyes
merely fluttered open for an instant at the sound of the opening door,
and then drowsily fell again.
Satisfied, Gloriana turned to Tabitha, busy trying to slip Rosslyn's
nightgown over his limp body, and whispered, "All serene!"
"Then skip off to bed," said the other girl. "I will bring Janie when
I come."
"But----"
"Oh, it is just the bread. I want to knead it down once more. It
won't take me half a jiffy, but if I don't do it now, it will be all
over the floor by morning."
So Gloriana crept wearily away to her room, for it had been a long,
hard, disappointing day, but a moment later she scurried back into the
kitchen; and when Tabitha wheeled about in surprise at her hasty
entrance, she laughed nervously, half apologetically, "I kicked
someone's shoes under the bed! Don't know whether they are my own or a
burglar's!"
Knowing how timid the red-haired girl still felt on the desert at
night, Tabitha refrained from smiling at what seemed an uncalled-for
fright, and said reassuringly, "No burglars ever visit Silver Bow.
There is nothing in a miner's shack to tempt them."
"I should think there would be plenty of gold nuggets," answered
Gloriana in surprise.
"Not many in Silver Bow houses, I reckon," Tabitha placidly replied,
"But if you are afraid to go to bed alone, you better wait for me.
I'll be ready in a minute."
She did not mean to speak scornfully, for she sympathized heartily with
the sensitive gain remembering with what horror the desert nights used
to fill her when Silver Bow first became her home. But Gloriana
thought she detected a hint of ridicule in her companion's voice, and
hurriedly departed for their room once more, saying with a great show
of bravado, "Oh, I'm not afraid! Come to think of it, I believe I left
my slippers at the foot of the bed, and that is probably what I hit."
The door closed behind her again, and Tabitha, smiling sympathetically
at the girl's attempt at bravery, began to cover the mound of soft,
white dough in the huge pan, when a wild, unearthly shriek echoed
through the house, followed by the sharp crack of a pistol, and the
muffled fall of a body.
For one brief instant Tabitha stood rooted to the spot, fairly
paralyzed with horror. Then the thought of Glory gave wings to her
feet, and, heedless of her own danger, she flew for the scene of
disaster, whispering to herself, "Oh, why did I leave the house
unlocked all the evening while we were gone?"
As the door of her room swung back on its hinges, the first thing her
eyes fell upon was the flickering, smoking, chimneyless lamp standing
on the low dresser; and even in her terror she wondered how it chanced
that careful Glory had neglected to protect the light properly. The
next object that met her gaze was Glory herself, leaning white and limp
against the closet door, holding a battered, smoking pistol at arm's
length from her.
"Glory, are you hurt?" she gasped.
"No!"
"But the gun--the shot----"
"No one's shot--only the lamp chimney! I aimed at the--the burglars
under the bed, and shot off the lamp chimney," she panted, beginning to
laugh hysterically, and tightening her grasp on the rusty gun.
"Where is the burglar?" Intrepidly she stooped and peered under the
bed, half expecting to see the disturber of their peace still hiding
there.
"In the closet,---both of them!"
"Two?"
"Yes."
"Oh, Glory!"
"They are locked in. Here is the key."
"I must go for the constable."
A scuffling sound suddenly issued from the closet, and Gloriana cried
in terror, "And leave me here alone with them?"
"There is no other way. I'll be gone but a minute. They surely can't
get loose in that time!" And she darted from the room without giving
Gloriana opportunity for further objections.
Hardly had the sound of her racing footsteps died away in the distance,
however, when the red-haired guard, leaning against the door, half dead
with fear, was electrified at hearing a muffled voice call through the
keyhole, "I say, Glory, let us out, do! We were just a-foolin'.
Didn't you know 'twas us? Please don't turn us over to the sheriff!"
"'Twas Tabitha's story about the Ivy Hall ghost that made us think of
it," pleaded Toady. "We ain't sure-enough burglars. We just meant to
scare you a little bit."
"And you sure scared _us_ enough to make up," coaxed Billiard. "Please
let us out before Tabitha gets back. She said she'd write Uncle Hogan
the next time we got into trouble."
"And that will mean he will take us away from here," wheedled Toady.
"He's awful hard on a fellow."
"You deserve it!" suddenly answered Glory, with a grimness that
startled even the girl herself.
"Then you won't let us out?" cried the boys in great dismay.
"I--I haven't decided yet," Gloriana was forced to admit.
"But Tabitha will be back directly."
"Yes, she's a swift runner. I don't think she will be gone long."
Glory was beginning to enjoy the strange situation.
"Oh, Glory, don't keep us here, please! prayed Billiard desperately.
"We'll _never_ play burglar again!" promised repentant Toady.
"No, it will be something else the next time," said their jailer
heartlessly.
"If you'll just set us free this time, we'll be reg'lar sissy girls all
the rest of the summer," they cried.
"You have promised so many times--" Glory began wearily.
"Oh, I can hear her coming!" cried Toady, half frantic at thought of
the constable whom Tabitha had gone to summon.
Gloriana thought she could, also, and swiftly turning the key in the
lock, she let the quaking prisoners out, urging them on with a violent
push as they scurried past her, and hissing in their ears, "Scamper!
If you aren't in bed when she gets here, she'll know you did it."
But they needed no urging. Their feet scarcely touched the floor, it
seemed to Gloriana, as they made a mad rush for their room; and when
Tabitha returned a moment later, alone, they lay tense and breathless
under the coverlets of the cot.
"Glory!" they heard her ejaculate. "You let them get away from you!"
"I couldn't help it," replied the red-haired girl in excited tones.
"Couldn't you get anyone? Wasn't the constable at home?"
"No, but he'll investigate as soon as----"
The rest of the sentence was lost in the slamming of a door; but the
two culprits lay and quaked with fear long after the rest of the
household was fast asleep, little dreaming that as soon as the door was
tightly closed so they could no longer distinguish the voices, Glory
had wheeled on Tabitha and giggled accusingly, "You knew all the time!"
"Not until I ran past their door and saw their bed was empty,"
whispered the black-haired girl with her hand over her mouth to stifle
the laughter she could no longer suppress.
"What possessed you to keep on, then?'
"I surmised what would happen, and decided to scare _them_ a little,
too. So I crept around the house and listened to you talking with
them. When they thought they heard me coming back, I concluded it was
time I did put in appearance again; but I thought I'd die laughing to
hear them scuttling into bed. Now I reckon the score is even!"
"Then you won't tell their Uncle this time?"
"I ought to."
"They've had a big punishment already, Puss."
"They deserve it."
"I--I scared them stiff when I shot."
"Poor girlie, and you were as badly scared yourself. My brave Glory!"
"Don't praise me, Kitty. I'm an awful coward. My teeth are chattering
yet."
"And you are trembling as if you had the ague. Are you sure you're not
hurt? I thought I heard something fall."
"The gun kicked and knocked me over," Gloriana admitted. "That is what
gave the boys a chance to scramble into the closet. I didn't know it
was Billiard and Toady then, because the bullet splintered the lamp
chimney and I couldn't see real well."
"But you locked them in."
"Oh, that was easy! They were holding the door shut with all their
might, and the only thing left to do was to turn the key in the lock.
I am so thankful it was only a prank!"
"So am I," Tabitha admitted grudgingly. "But I can't say I relish that
class of pranks."
"Give them another chance, Tabitha. I think they really are trying to
be good."
"Well, I'll--see. We'll forget all about it now and go to sleep.
Morning can't be very far off."