_How the money moon rose_
Evening had deepened into night,--a night of ineffable calm, a night of
an all pervading quietude. A horse snorted in the stable nearby, a dog
barked in the distance, but these sounds served only to render the
silence the more profound, by contrast. It was, indeed, a night wherein
pixies, and elves, and goblins, and fairies might weave their magic
spells, a night wherein tired humanity dreamed those dreams that seem so
hopelessly impossible by day.
And, over all, the moon rose high, and higher, in solemn majesty,
filling the world with her pale loveliness, and brooding over it like
the gentle goddess she is. Even the distant dog seemed to feel something
of all this, for, after a futile bark or two, he gave it up altogether,
and was heard no more.
And Bellew, gazing up at Luna's pale serenity, smiled and nodded,--as
much as to say, "You'll do!" and so stood leaning upon his spade
listening to:
"That deep hush which seems a sigh
Breathed by Earth to listening sky."
Now, all at once, upon this quietude there rose a voice up-raised in
fervent supplication; wherefore, treading very softly, Bellew came, and
peeping round the hay-rick, beheld Small Porges upon his knees. He was
equipped for travel and the perils of the road, for beside him lay a
stick, and tied to this stick was a bundle that bulged with his most
cherished possessions. His cheeks were wet with great tears that
glistened in the moon-beams, but he wept with eyes tight shut, and with
his small hands clasped close together, and thus he spoke,--albeit much
shaken, and hindered by sobs:
"I s'pose you think I bother you an awful lot, dear Lord,--an' so I do,
but you haven't sent the Money Moon yet, you see, an' now my Auntie
Anthea's got to leave Dapplemere--if I don't find the fortune for her
soon. I know I'm crying a lot, an' real men don't cry,--but it's only
'cause I'm awful--lonely an' disappointed,--an' nobody can see me, so it
doesn't matter. But, dear Lord, I've looked an' looked everywhere, an' I
haven't found a single sovereign yet,--an' I've prayed to you, an'
prayed to you for the Money Moon an'--it's never come. So now, dear
Lord, I'm going to Africa, an' I want you to please take care of my
Auntie Anthea till I come back. Sometimes I'm 'fraid my prayers can't
quite manage to get up to you 'cause of the clouds, an' wind, but
to-night there isn't any, so, if they do reach you, please--Oh! please
let me find the fortune, and, if you don't mind, let--_him_ come back to
me, dear Lord,--I mean my Uncle Porges, you know. An' now--that's all,
dear Lord, so Amen!"
As the prayer ended Bellew stole back, and coming to the gate of the
rick-yard, leaned there waiting. And, presently, as he watched, he saw a
small figure emerge from behind the big hay-stack and come striding
manfully toward him, his bundle upon his shoulder, and with the moon
bright in his curls.
But, all at once, Small Porges saw him and stopped, and the stick and
bundle fell to the ground and lay neglected.
"Why--my Porges!" said Bellew, a trifle huskily, perhaps, "why,
Shipmate!" and he held out his hands. Then Small Porges uttered a cry,
and came running, and next moment Big Porges had him in his arms.
"Oh, Uncle Porges!--then you--have come back to me!"
"Aye, aye, Shipmate."
"Why, then--my prayers _did_ reach!"
"Why, of course,--prayers always reach, my Porges."
"Then, oh!--do you s'pose I shall find the fortune, too?"
"Not a doubt of it,--just look at the moon!"
"The--moon?"
"Why, haven't you noticed how--er--peculiar it is to-night?"
"Peculiar?" repeated Small Porges breathlessly, turning to look at it.
"Why, yes, my Porges,--big, you know, and--er--yellow,--like--er--like a
very large sovereign."
"Do you mean--Oh! do you mean--it's--the--" But here Small Porges choked
suddenly, and could only look his question.
"The Money Moon?--Oh yes--there she is at last, my Porges! Take a good
look at her, I don't suppose we shall ever see another."
Small Porges stood very still, and gazed up at the moon's broad, yellow
disc, and, as he looked the tears welled up in his eyes again, and a
great sob broke from him.
"I'm so--glad!" he whispered. "So--awful--glad!" Then, suddenly, he
dashed away his tears and slipped his small, trembling hand
into Bellew's.
"Quick, Uncle Porges!" said he, "Mr. Grimes is coming to-night, you
know--an' we must find the money in time. Where shall we look first?"
"Well, I guess the orchard will do--to start with."
"Then let's go--now."
"But we shall need a couple of spades, Shipmate."
"Oh!--must we dig?"
"Yes,--I fancy that's a--er--digging moon, my Porges, from the look of
it. Ah! there's a spade, nice and handy, you take that and
I'll--er--I'll manage with this pitchfork."
"But you can't dig with a--"
"Oh! well--you can do the digging, and I'll just--er--prod, you know.
Ready?--then heave ahead, Shipmate."
So they set out, hand in hand, spade and pitch-fork on shoulder, and
presently were come to the orchard.
"It's an awful big place to dig up a fortune in!" said Small Porges,
glancing about. "Where do you s'pose we'd better begin?"
"Well, Shipmate, between you and me, and the pitch-fork here, I rather
fancy 'King Arthur' knows more than most people would think. Any way,
we'll try him. You dig on that side, and I'll prod on this."
Saying which, Bellew pointed to a certain spot where the grass looked
somewhat uneven, and peculiarly bumpy, and, bidding Small Porges get to
work, went round to the other side of the great tree.
Being there, he took out his pipe, purely from force of habit, and stood
with it clenched in his teeth, listening to the scrape of Small
Porges' spade.
Presently he heard a cry, a panting, breathless cry, but full of a joy
unspeakable:
"I've got it!--Oh, Uncle Porges--I've found it!"
Small Porges was down upon his knees, pulling and tugging at a sack he
had partially unearthed, and which, with Bellew's aid, he dragged forth
into the moonlight. In the twinkling of an eye the string was cut, and
plunging in a hand Small Porges brought up a fistful of shining
sovereigns, and, among them, a crumpled banknote.
"It's all right, Uncle Porges!" he nodded, his voice all of a quaver.
"It's all right, now,--I've found the fortune I've prayed for,--gold,
you know, an' banknotes--in a sack. Everything will be all right again
now." And, while he spoke, he rose to his feet, and lifting the sack
with an effort, swung it across his shoulder, and set off toward
the house.
"Is it heavy, Shipmate?"
"Awful heavy!" he panted, "but I don't mind that--it's gold, you see!"
But, as they crossed the rose-garden, Bellew laid a restraining hand
upon his shoulder.
"Porges," said he, "where is your Auntie Anthea?"
"In the drawing-room, waiting for Mr. Grimes."
"Then, come this way." And turning, Bellew led Small Porges up, and
along the terrace.
"Now, my Porges," he admonished him, "when we come to the drawing-room
windows,--they're open, you see,--I want you to hide with me in the
shadows, and wait until I give you the word--"
"Aye, aye, Captain!" panted Small Porges.
"When I say 'heave ahead, Shipmate,'--why, then, you will take your
treasure upon your back and march straight into the room--you
understand?"
"Aye, aye, Captain."
"Why, then--come on, and--mum's the word."
Very cautiously they approached the long French windows, and paused in
the shadow of a great rose-bush, near-by. From where he stood Bellew
could see Anthea and Miss Priscilla, and between them, sprawling in an
easy chair, was Grimes, while Adam, hat in hand, scowled in the
background.
"All I can say is--as I'm very sorry for ye, Miss Anthea," Grimes was
saying. "Ah! that I am, but glad as you've took it so well,--no crying
nor nonsense!" Here he turned to look at Miss Priscilla, whose
everlasting sewing had fallen to her feet, and lay there all unnoticed,
while her tearful eyes were fixed upon Anthea, standing white-faced
beside her.
"And when--when shall ye be ready to--leave, to--vacate Dapplemere,
Miss Anthea?" Grimes went on. "Not as I mean to 'urry you, mind,--only I
should like you to--name a day."
Now, as Bellew watched, he saw Anthea's lips move, but no sound came.
Miss Priscilla saw also, and catching the nerveless hand, drew it to her
bosom, and wept over it.
"Come! come!" expostulated Grimes, jingling the money in his pockets.
"Come, come, Miss Anthea, mam!--all as I'm axing you is--when? All as I
want you to do is--"
But here Adam, who had been screwing and wringing at his hat, now
stepped forward and, tapping Grimes upon the shoulder, pointed to
the door:
"Mister Grimes," said he, "Miss Anthea's told ye all as you come here to
find out,--she's told ye as she--can't pay, so now,--s'pose you--go."
"But all I want to know is when she'll be ready to move, and I ain't a
going till I do,--so you get out o' my way!"
"S'pose you go!" repeated Adam.
"Get out o' my way,--d'ye hear?"
"Because," Adam went on, "if ye don't go, Mister Grimes, the 'Old Adam'
be arising inside o' me to that degree as I shall be forced to ketch you
by the collar o' your jacket, and--heave you out, Mr. Grimes, sir,--so
s'pose you go."
Hereupon Mr. Grimes rose, put on his hat, and muttering to himself,
stamped indignantly from the room, and Adam, shutting the door upon him,
turned to Miss Anthea, who stood white-lipped and dry-eyed, while gentle
little Miss Priscilla fondled her listless hand.
"Don't,--don't look that way, Miss Anthea," said Adam. "I'd rayther see
you cry, than look so. It be 'ard to 'ave to let the old place
go, but--"
"Heave ahead, Shipmate!" whispered Bellew.
Obedient to his command Small Porges, with his burden upon his back, ran
forward, and stumbled into the room.
"It's all right, Auntie Anthea!" he cried, "I've got the fortune for
you,--I've found the money I prayed for,--here it is, oh!--here it is!"
The sack fell jingling to the floor, and, next moment, he had poured a
heap of shining gold and crumpled banknotes at Anthea's feet.
For a moment no one moved, then, with a strange hoarse cry, Adam had
flung himself down upon his knees, and caught up a great handful of the
gold; then while Miss Priscilla sobbed with her arms about Small Porges,
and Anthea stared down at the treasure, wide-eyed, and with her hands
pressed down upon her heart, Adam gave a sudden, great laugh, and
springing up, came running out through the window, never spying Bellew
in his haste, and shouting as he ran:
"Grimes!" he roared, "Oh! Grimes, come back an' be paid. Come
back--we've had our little joke wi' you,--now come back an' be paid!"
Then, at last, Anthea's stony calm was broken, her bosom heaved with
tempestuous sobs, and, next moment, she had thrown herself upon her
knees, and had clasped her arms about Small Porges and Aunt Priscilla,
mingling kisses with her tears. As for Bellew, he turned away, and,
treading a familiar path, found himself beneath the shadow of "King
Arthur." Therefore, he sat down, and lighting his pipe, stared up at the
glory of the full-orbed moon.
"Happiness," said he, speaking his thought aloud, "'Happiness shall come
riding astride the full moon!' Now--I wonder!"