THE PET MESSENGER.
"Elsie, Elsie!" the widow cried out, "Mr. Rhodes and the fascinating
Jemima are driving up the avenue; the old maid is rushing on destruction
again without the slightest warning."
"It's delightful!" said Elsie. "I shall tell her how rich Tom Fuller is,
and that he wants a wife."
"Don't set the old dragon at me," said Tom.
"Yes, I will! Mary, you must flirt desperately with the dear old man;
between her desire to watch you and be agreeable to Tom, the spinster
will be driven to the verge of distraction."
"I'll go and find Elizabeth," said the widow, "and appear after the old
maid gets nicely settled."
Mrs. Harrington darted away, and just made her escape as Dolf opened the
hall-door to admit the guests.
The father and daughter were ushered into the room where Elsie and Tom
sat, looking demure and harmless as two kittens.
"Here we are again, you see," said the stout man; "no one can resist
your fascinations, Miss Elsie."
"Pa would stop," said Miss Jemima, "though I told him it was a shame to
come so often."
The truth was, the spinster's appetite had warned her that it was quite
luncheon time, and recollecting the bounteous repasts always spread at
Piney Cove, she had graciously assented to her parent's proposal that
they should call.
"I am delighted to see you," said Elsie, shaking hands as if they were
her dearest friends; "my brother and sister will be down in a moment;
you must stay to luncheon, of course."
"No, oh, no," said Miss Jemima, glancing at Tom through her scant
eyelashes. "We couldn't think of it!"
"But you must, you shall!" said Elsie. "Let me present Mr. Fuller."
The spinster curtseyed and looked grimly propitious. Tom was nearly out
of his wits; while Mr. Rhodes talked to him he saw Elsie whisper to Miss
Jemima, and felt perfectly certain that she had given the threatened
information about his being a rich bachelor in search of a wife.
"And when did you see your charming friend, Mrs. Harrington, last?"
asked Mr. Rhodes.
"The oddest thing!" said Elsie. "Why, she is here now; hadn't you a
suspicion of it, Mr. Rhodes?"
Miss Jemima's face changed so suddenly, that Tom made a great effort to
keep from laughing outright.
"Oh, Mr. Rhodes," continued Elsie; "I am afraid the attractions of this
house are only borrowed ones."
The good man was thrown into a state of blushing and pleasant confusion,
but the spinster brought him through it without mercy.
"If there's company we won't stay, pa," said she.
But Elsie would not permit her to go; she whispered again about Tom, and
between her desire to stop long enough to fascinate him and her fear of
exposing her father to the wiles of the artful widow, Jemima was in
terrible perplexity.
In the midst of it Elizabeth entered, and welcomed her neighbors; Mellen
followed; and after a few moments the widow swooped down on the
unfortunate Mr. Rhodes in spite of the dragon, as a well-practised hawk
pounces on a plump chicken.
"Ah, Mr. Rhodes, this is such a surprise," she cried, fluttering up to
him with a simper on her face, which of late years had done the duty of
a blush.
"I dare say a great surprise," snapped in Jemima, siding up to her
father.
This was exquisite sport for Elsie and Mrs. Harrington; Tom would have
enjoyed it more if the spinster had not beset him as much as her divided
attention would permit, and Elizabeth and Mellen bore the infliction as
people must endure all things that come to an issue in their own house,
smiling and polite, however much they may wish for a release.
While they were at luncheon, Elizabeth's dog ran into the room with a
paper in its mouth. It was the most intelligent little creature in the
world, educated to fetch and carry in a surprising manner.
This pretty creature, which seemed almost human in her intelligence, ran
towards her mistress, but another, a new pet of Elsie's, a frolicsome,
wicked animal that had quite worried poor Fanny's life out ever since
her intrusion in the house, followed it.
Piccolomini sprang at the paper in Fan's mouth, and a contention ensued
between them which attracted general attention.
"Fanny's got a paper," cried Elsie, pointing towards her pets.
"It may be a letter," said Mellen; "Dolf often sends them in by her;
call off Pick, Elsie; she'll tear it."
But Pick would not be called off, and Fanny refused to relinquish her
hold; between them the paper was rapidly destroyed, Fanny howling
dismally all the time, and making sagacious efforts to fulfil her errand
in her usual trusty manner.
Mellen went towards them; as he did so Fanny sprang towards Elizabeth;
she stooped, caught sight of the paper, and grew pale. Fairly pushing
Mellen aside, she snatched the paper from the animal's mouth.
"It's only an old bill, I must have dropped it," she said, thrusting it
hurriedly in her pocket.
Mellen saw how pale his wife had become; he noticed her alarm; he
remembered, too, seeing Fanny running about the shrubbery just before he
came in.
It was another phase of the mystery, he was certain of that; the little
creature was carrying a note to his wife. He seated himself at the table
again, and appeared to forget the circumstance, but Elizabeth hardly
looked like herself during the entire meal.
It was late before the visitors departed; after that Tom Fuller was
compelled to take his leave,--a heartrending performance as far as he
was concerned; so the day drew to a close, leaving both the husband and
wife more preoccupied and anxious than the dreary morning had found
them.