A REIGN OF CONFUSION--BLOODY JIM--LITTLE WOLF'S ALLIES
PREPARE FOR DEFENCE--FAMILY TROUBLE.
A shout from the fugitives brought several faces to the window, and
from the door hobbled an old man. He cautiously peered into the gloom,
and finally at the sound of a familliar voice sidled up to Edward and
his charge.
"'Tween you and me, what's the matter?" said he.
"It's me, help me down, daddy, do, I'm tired," said Little Wolf, in
feeble tones.
"O, lamb, O, honey, O, pet, is it you?" exclaimed the old dotard,
trembling with apprehension. "'Tween you and me, what has happened to
the darling?"
"O, nothing, daddy, only I saw Bloody Jim, and I'm afraid there's more
of them."
"O, my Lord, did you? O, my Lord, the men are down to the brewery. O,
my, 'tween you and me, what _shall_ we do?"
Perceiving the old man's utter incapacity to the exigency, Edward
threw his rein to the Doctor, and immediately bore the young lady into
the house. The old man followed, grasping his arm, and shouting in his
ear at every step, "'Tween you and me, she saw Bloody Jim, did
she--she saw him--did she--ha!"
"In the ante-room, they were met by a little bustling elderly woman,
in cap and spectacles. "O, daddy, what is it?" she exclaimed.
"O, mammy," he cried, releasing Edward, and laying hold on his
wife,--a method by which he invaribly compelled attention, "'tween
you and me, she's seen Bloody Jim she has; she says there's more of
them, she does."
"Why, you, old fool, why don't you do something?" said the woman,
shaking him off with a jerk. "Lock the doors, shut the windows, call
Sorrel Top; blow the horn. Is the love hurt?" turning anxiously to
Little Wolf, who was reclining on the sofa.
Mammy had hastily snatched up the small lamp, with which the apartment
was dimly lighted, and, as she was scrutinizing her pet, Edward
obtained a full view of the young lady's features. He gave a sudden
start, and the blood rushed to his face. Was it the lady he had so
frequently seen on Broadway, a few months since? he asked himself.
Yes, the very same; that countenance was not easily forgotten. Why,
she was a New York belle, was his first reflection. Our heroine's
voice was still low and agitated as she replied, "O, no, mammy, not
hurt, only frightened. You attend to the gentlemen and the house I
can take care of myself. I feel better now."
"Well, then, rest here, love; you look pale. Now don't move; don't get
excited; nobody shall hurt the pet, I'll tell Sorrel Top to bring you
a glass of water."
Amidst the slamming of doors and rattling of windows, mammy was heard
calling at the top of her voice, "Sorrel Top, Sorrel, take a glass of
water to the parlor;" and to the parlor hastened Sorrel Top. But
meeting daddy at the door, she was forcibly detained, and subjected to
his deafening vociferations, rendered doubly aggravating, by his using
the ear of his auditor as one would a speaking trumpet. The burden of
his song, was still "Bloody Jim, Bloody Jim!"
"Who cares for Bloody Jim;" said Sorrel Top angrily; "I don't care for
him, nor none of his tribe. Let me go, you, torment."
Daddy held his ground, for he bore in mind firstly: that Sorrel Top
was his fellow servant; secondly, she possessed no great strength of
muscle or nerve, and, thirdly and lastly, that she was a helpless
widow, whom it was no sin to call Sorrel Top, because of her enormous
growth of reddish hair.
Edward stepped forward to relieve Sorrel Top of the glass of water,
which she was holding at arm's length, and at the same time suggested
that a little brandy might be beneficial to the lady.
"Brandy! Brandy! did you say?" sounded in his ear like a knell, and he
was caught in the old man's trap. "Laws! young man, she'd as soon
drink a rattle snake; she's down on brandy; she's down on the hull of
that infarnel stuff. Spirits of every kind is her abhorrence.
The Doctor was highly amused at his friend's predicament, and, giving
him a sly wink, remarked, "Beer will do as well, Ned, and it is
perfectly harmless, you know."
The Doctor's turn had come, In a still higher stage of excitment,
daddy pounced upon him. "Young man," he thundered, "beer harmless?
'tween you and me, lager beer is the devil's pison, slow but sure.
Don't you believe me?"
"Coax him away, Sorrel Top," said Little Wolf, rousing herself.
"Come, daddy, Miss DeWolf wants us to be off, she says so," said
Sorrel Top, resolutely approaching him.
"Me go! O, no, 'tween you an' me, I must stay and protect the love."
The Doctor was instantly released. His assailant had embarked in a new
enterprise. But Sorrel Top was firm.
"What good are you doing, I should like to know," she said.
"What good be you a doing, you, hussy?" reiterated daddy; don't you
hear mammy blowing the horn; 'tween me an' you, she's short winded.
I'll protect the pet."
"Never mind me, daddy," said the young mistress, now quite revived;
"if you ain't afraid, you had better assist mammy."
She had touched her would-be-protector in a sensitive spot, and he
vehemently ejaculated "me afraid; not I. 'Tween you and me, what
should I be afraid of, I would like to know?"
"Why, of Bloody Jim."
The old man glanced dubiously towards the door, and slid out.
Edward eagerly seized the propitious moment to formerly introduce
himself and companion, to their fair preserver. Mutual explanation
followed, and Little Wolf cordially welcomed our friends to Chimney
Rock. "Father is at the brewery," she said, "he'll be in directly; the
horn is our alarm bell."
"Is there any further danger to be apprehended?" said Edward; "I think
you killed them both."
Little Wolf suddenly changed countenance.
Her beautiful, bewitching face had been half hidden by curls, and
covered with blushes, from the moment her faintness had passed off,
and, but for the twinkle of those mischief-loving brown eyes, and
certain unmistakable movements of her slight figure, she might have
passed for meekness itself. To those, therefore, who were unacquainted
with her peculiarly nervous and impulsive temperament, the change in
her apperance was rather surprising. With one sweep of her plump
little hand, she tossed back the ringlets from her brow, and
frowningly declared she wished she had killed them. "I didn't kill
them, though," she said, "or, at all events, I killed but one; the
other, Bloody Jim, he's called, I cannot kill. I've tried it before.
He's my evil genius. He carried me off bodily, once, just before I
went away to school."
"Indeed," said Edward, deeply interested, "how did you escape?"
"O, a gentleman rescued me."
Edward said "indeed" again, but his tone was _slightly_ changed. He
did not feel _quite_ as comfortable, as he had a moment before; but in
the unpleasant scene which immediately followed, his chagrin passed
unnoticed.
The sound of the horn, had brought to the house, all the loungers at
the brewery who were in a condition to render aid, and some who were
not. Among the last named was Dr. DeWolf, who staggered to the parlor,
and boisterously demanded, "What's all this fuss about?"
He was in the first stage of drunkenness, and consequently more
difficult to manage than he would have been an hour or two later, when
he was usually brought home in a helpless condition.
Little Wolf made a desperate struggle to appear composed.
"O, nothing," she replied with the slightest possible quiver in her
voice, "I saw Bloody Jim, that's all."
"That's enough," murmured the parent, sinking into a chair. The very
mention of that name seemed to have completely sobered him. For,
bloated and inebriated though he was, paternal love still lived, a
green spot in the waste, which alcoholic fires had not yet burned
out. He sat for a moment in silence, pressing his hand to his brow,
and then, without appearing to notice his guests, abruptly left the
room.
His daughter hastily excused herself, and followed him. Once outside
the door, she drew a long breath, but shill choking down her mortified
feelings, she bounded across the adjoining room, and meeting mammy,
paused to give a few necessary orders.
"O, laws, honey," objected mammy, "I can't do nothing, and I can't get
nobody else to do nothing. O, laws, honey, what if Bloody Jim should
come? the men are half of 'em drunk; we'll all go to destruction
together."
"O, fudge, mammy, Bloody Jim is shot; there's no danger. Come, now,
you do as I tell you. I _must_ go to my room a minute." and she flew
into the hall and up the long staircase, as if she had wings, leaving
mammy muttering to herself.
"Poor motherless child; sich as this is enough to make the honey
stiddy; dear me, there's no stiddying her--clean gone mad, I
declare.