A PROJECTED JOURNEY
Captain Jess screamed and ran forward, but her outstretched hands could
not reach her guest, already borne many rods away. Then she faced the
jeering men, with an anger she had not believed it possible that she
could ever feel toward her beloved "boys."
"Shame on you! Shame on you, every one! How dared you? And I thought--I
thought--you were gentlemen!"
With arms tightly folded over her breast, as if to hold back the
conflicting emotions within it, her blue eyes flashing, her small foot
stamping, she defied and condemned them all.
A little laughter answered her, but this sound died speedily, and awkward
glances shifted among the faces of the men. They were sorry to have
offended the "Little One," and to have her indignant with them was
a new and unpleasant situation, but they were not in the least degree
sorry that they had administered some punishment to the maligner of
their master. Most of them would have wished this punishment more severe,
but the promise Jessica had exacted from them before this interview had
prevented.
One by one, as they had first come upon the scene they retreated from
it, though Joe Dean lingered a moment to ask:
"Won't you come share our breakfast, captain, and so bury the hatchet?"
She sadly shook her head. All her anger left her as suddenly as it had
arisen, and there remained in her mind but one thought--there were
people in the world who believed her father had been a thief. That was
the hard and bitter fact which nothing could soften. The former trouble
about the lost title deed, and the probable loss of her home seemed as
nothing to this new distress. How was she to face it? How disprove
it? How save her beloved mother from ever hearing it?
There came a step beside her and a strong arm about her shoulders. It
was Ephraim Marsh; erect, resolute, protecting.
"Take it easy, daughter. It's you and me together'll nail this lie
on the door of the man who started it. There's a blue sky up yonder
and a solid earth down here. I'm good to trust the one and tread the
other for forty miles a day yet, spite of my white head. If I have to
travel this old State over its hundred and fifty-six thousand square
miles, before I clinch that falsehood, I'll clinch it, if I live. If I
don't--laws, dearie, I'm in the same poor box myself. There's them
that believe me a--you know the word. Even your mother----"
"No, Ephraim! She never believed you anything but the splendid man you
are."
"Last night, no shooting, and----"
"It was nothing. She was tired. Aunt Sally always tires her, at first,
good as she is and much as we love her. Mother is so quiet and gentle
herself----"
"I understand, darlin'."
"Ephraim, she must never know that dreadful thing the stranger said."
"Captain, she'll have to know."
"She must not, I tell you! What am I for but to take care of and love
her? Ned--but Ned's only a little boy----"
"And you, my Jessie, are but a few years older than he."
"I'm older than you, I believe! Is it only two days since I met that
man in the canyon and things began to happen? It seems forever. As if
I'd only lived these forty-eight hours, and all that went before was
a dream."
Ephraim stepped aside and regarded her shrewdly.
"Old words to come from so young a mouth, Lady Captain. Have you had
any breakfast?"
"No. I don't want any. Have you?"
"No. But I'm going to have. As a rule, breakfasts are wholesome.
Keeping your stomach quiet keeps your head clear. Things'll look more
natural after we've eat. Share mine?"
"No, I mustn't. Mother would miss me and wonder."
"You often do."
"It's better you share mine to-day. Then we must plan. I heard you
say that about you and me together. Will you help me? Shall we prove it
wasn't true--to the rest of the world, I mean--as we know it? Shall we?"
"That's the rest of my life-job, darlin'. We'll begin it right away
by getting a taste of Aunt Sally's good victuals. I hate her picra
doses, but her cooking beats the Dutch."
"Afterward?"
"Afterward isn't touched yet."
Whether real or affected there had come a cheerfulness into the old
man's tone which it had lacked a few moments earlier. After all he
was not useless. Who knew his California as he did? If it were true
that money had been sent to Mr. Trent's hands and was missing, then
somewhere was a man who had appropriated it. Whoever and wherever he was,
he should be found, and Ephraim Marsh was self-appointed so to find.
Jessica's hand slipped under his arm, and her own face grew somewhat
lighter as she walked beside him toward her own home, where Aunt Sally
was keeping an anxious lookout and a most tempting breakfast.
"Bless you, Jessie! I'm glad you've come. Step right in, Ephy. Them
muffins are so light they've nigh flown off the porch. Made with the
eggs my hen-chicken laid, comin' along from Boston. Smartest fowl in
the country, and only one I ever owned would brood and lay at the same
time. I wouldn't take a fortune for that bird."
Aunt Sally's own cheerfulness was fully restored. With her to be busy
helping somebody was, after all, her happiness. And she saw that she had
never come to Sobrante more opportunely.
"Your mother isn't up yet, dearie. And I've had the tackers out and
washed 'em good. Then I filled them with hot milk, and some of my
salt-risin' bread I fetched along in my box, and put 'em to bed. I
promised if they'd go to sleep again I'd make 'em each a saucer-pie,
and they went."
In spite of her heavy heart, Jessica laughed.
"Aunt Sally, I don't believe there's another person could make them
go to sleep at this time of day; not even my mother."
"Pooh! Her! Why, that little Edward knows he can twist her round his
thumb easy as scat. He's too much the look of his father for Gabriella
ever to be sot with him. You, now, you favor her folks."
Here, foreseeing that the talkative woman was off on a long track,
Ephraim mildly inquired:
"Aunt Sally, did you bring that rheumatism-oil you had last time you
were here?"
She put on her spectacles and looked at him over them, as was her habit.
Never, by any chance, had she been known to look through them, and her
explanation of wearing them at all was simply: "It's proper for a woman
of my age."
"Ephy, you feel real bright, don't you? You and rheumatism! Why, man,
you'll be getting married before you get rheumatic."
"Then I'll never need the oil."
She was not to be so easily worsted. If Ephraim was minded to be
facetious, she'd match him at the business. Whereupon, instead of
rehearsing the history of Gabriella's "folks" she veered round upon
disease and gave them details of all the dreadful things she had ever
heard till "Forty-niner" cried, "Quits! I'll not tackle you again."
Mrs. Benton's eyes twinkled over her cup, for she had joined them at
table. She knew, as he did, that this was but foolish sport, yet that it
had served their mutual purpose; which was to divert Jessica's thoughts
from trouble and her lips from asking why her mother did not appear.
But the meal over, the question came, and the answer was ready:
"Why, I just coaxed her to lie and rest a spell. She knew that I'd look
after things all right, and can make butter next grade to hers, if I
can't equal. Anybody that's been worrying with a Chinaman as long as
she has needs a vacation, I 'low. So she's taking a mite of one."
"Then I'll gather a bunch of roses and take to her. I'm glad to have
her rest, and I hope--Aunt Sally, do you suppose she heard any of that
dreadful man's talk? Did you tell her?"
"No; I didn't tell her. I'd sooner never say another word as long as
I live than do such a thing. You needn't be afraid to trust your old
auntie, child. There, run along and make her a posy."
But no sooner had Jessica gone into the garden than Aunt Sally's lips
were close to Ephraim's ear, and she was whispering:
"She heard it, every word. She didn't say so, and I didn't ask. But
the look of it in her eyes. Ephraim Marsh, I've got a heartbroken woman
on my hands, and don't you dare to tell me a word 'at I haven't."
"Oh, that tongue of yours! Last night when you were yelling at him why
didn't you think about other folks' hearts and be still? You've a
voice like a fog horn when you're mad--or pleased, either!" cried this
honest, ungallant frontiersman.
"I know it, Ephy. It's the truth. I realize it as well as you do. And
I was mad. Since she heard, anyway, I wish now 'at I'd up and thrashed
him good. I had laid out to put a little bitter dose in his coffee this
morning, but he went away without taking any," she ended, grimly.
"Sally Benton, you're quite contriving. What's to be done?"
Before she could reply Jessica came back, her arms full of great
rose-branches and her face bright with confidence.
"Ephraim, Aunt Sally, I've thought of something. It came to me out
there among the roses, like a voice speaking; my mother must not and
need not be told what Mr. Hale said. It isn't wicked to deceive her
in this, for her own good. Often you've asked her to let you take me
horseback trip to Los Angeles, stopping nights at houses on the way,
with people who knew my father; and she's promised I should 'some
time.' I think the 'some time' has come. She will be glad to have
us go, for one thing, to find out about the feather markets and others
that Antonio used to take care of, but has left. Aunt Sally does two
things at once; why not we? We'll hunt that man who took the money;
and if I can't find the deed first--though, of course, I shall--we'll
straighten that out, too. Isn't that good sense?"
"It's more; it's inspiration," responded "Forty-niner,"
enthusiastically. He had already decided to make this journey alone, for
Jessica's sake; but with her as companion he felt that it would be
as sure of success as full of pleasure. A little child working to clear
her father's name of dishonor, and to save her mother's home--what
evil could prevail against this noble effort?
It was like his simplicity and hers that neither thought of providing for
difficulties by the way, or for any delay in finding the men and proofs
they sought, when once they reached the distant city.
Aunt Sally was not so sanguine; yet it was not her part to discourage
any attempt to set wrong matters right, and she merely nodded her head
and remarked:
"It'll bear thinking on. Now, run along and see your mother."
"Has she had her breakfast? Can't I carry it to her?"
"S'pose I'd let that poor lamb go without her dawn-meal late as this?
I heard her stirring the minute I got back into the house, so I fixed
her some broma and poached her an egg, and made her go lie down again.
You'll not find her hungry, child, 'less for a sight of you."
Jessica ran to her mother's room, exclaiming:
"I'm so glad you're resting, dear. Were ever more perfect roses? And
isn't it delightful that Aunt Sally should be here just now to look
after things. Because----"
"Well, my darling? Why do you hesitate?"
"Mother, may Ephraim and I go on that trip to Los Angeles?"
Lady Jess had intended to be very careful and cautious, for once, and
to test her mother's feelings on the subject she made her request. But
frankness was her habit, and the question was out of itself, it seemed,
and she waiting the answer with a beating heart.
"Why just now, daughter? And--has Mr. Hale gone?" she asked, in a
peculiar tone.
"Yes. He has gone. He left rather--rather suddenly, but he sent his
regards to you and his thanks. He said he might come back some time,
but--I don't think he will. He said something to offend the 'boys,'
and they let him take old Dandy. Samson went with him to show him the
way."
Poor little captain, who had never in her short life had one secret
thought from her idolized mother. This first experience did not come
easy to her, and after one glance into the sad, yet amused, eyes watching
her, she tossed secrecy aside and buried her face on her mother's pillow.
"Mother, mother! I am so unhappy. I'm keeping something back from you
that I cannot tell you; that I cannot have you know, and I don't like
it. But--it's right, it's best. So don't ask me, and, oh, mother--"
"I've no need to ask you, sweetheart. I know, already."
"Know--what?" cried Jessica alarmed, and sitting straight again.
"All that is in your brave heart. All that Mr. Hale had heard against
your father. All that you and Ephraim hope from this suddenly decided
journey to a distant city."
"Why--how? And I'd only just thought it out, yonder in the garden!"
"I had begun to suspect, I hardly know why, that our late guest had
come here as our enemy, or, rather, as an agent against us. Something
held me back from confiding in him, as I at first wished to do. He is a
gentleman, and doubtless honest, but he is not on our side. Besides, how
and why he went away just as he did is plain enough. I have ears and
I have eyes, and I heard all Aunt Sally's tirade last night, so could
easily guess at his own part in the talk. Also--I saw him ride out of the
courtyard. My little girl, for the first time in my life I blushed for
Sobrante. Even if he had been a wicked man, which he was not, that was a
dastardly insult. I am ashamed of your 'boys,' captain."
"And so am I. And I told them so, quick enough. Oh! they pretended not
to mind my anger, but they were ashamed--inside themselves, I know.
Now, for ever so long, they'll be so good 'butter would melt in their
mouths.' You see."
"Apt pupil of Aunt Sally."
"Why, mother! How can you smile and take it so quiet? This awful--awful
thing he said?"
"To say a thing is not to prove it. The charge is so monstrous that it
becomes absurd. Nothing hurts us but what we do, and your father never
did a dishonorable deed, from the hour of his birth till his death. I am
sorry for those mistaken people who think that he did, and I am thankful
that he left a brave little daughter to set them right."
Jessica stared. For a long time past she had seen her mother anxious and
troubled over matters which now seemed trivial in the extreme; yet this
blow which had almost crushed her own courage but restored Mrs. Trent's.
"Then do you mean that we may go?"
"Yes."
"Oh, mother! Thank you."
"But you will go armed with the fullest information we can gain. We
will examine all the papers Antonio left--if he left any. We will make a
thorough search everywhere for that title deed. We shall probably find
letters from this New York company to your father, and these will have
the name, or names, of those with whom he did business at Los Angeles.
I wish now that Senor Bernal were here. His knowledge would be worth
everything in this emergency, if--he would give it. Well, he is not
here, and we must do the best we can without him. I'm going to get up
now and begin to look."
"Aunt Sally thought you ought to rest."
"This talk will rest me most of all."
The mother was now as eager as the child, and together they were soon
engaged in opening Mr. Trent's desk and secretary, which his wife had
not before touched since he himself closed them.
Alas! the search was an easy matter, and came swiftly to an end. Beyond a
few personal letters from relatives and friends, there was not a scrap of
writing anywhere. Even the ledgers and account books had been removed,
and at this discovery the same thought came to both:
"Antonio."
"Yet, why? and so secretly. He was really the master here, and if, as
he now claims, Sobrante is his, he has but to prove it, and we will go
away," said the widow, trembling for the first time.
"Let us try the safe. That night before he went off in such grief,
Ephraim gave me the key. He thought he was going forever, and I was to
look in it some time--when I needed. We'll look now."
Mrs. Trent herself unlocked the clumsy iron box and found it empty, save
for one small parcel. This, wrapped in a bit of canvas, was securely tied
and addressed to "Jessica Trent."
The mother passed it to her.
"You open it, please, mother. It may be--it must be--that deed and
maybe some other things--I couldn't wait to pick the knots, and I've
no knife."