"Whereaway, shipmate?" he bellowed in nautical fashion, but before I
could find a suitable answer Dorothy made her appearance with the
fluffy kitten "Louise" cuddled under her arm as usual.
"How do you do?" she said demurely; "it's awfully nice to get up so
early, isn't it? We heard auntie creeping about on tippity-toes, you
know, so we came, too. Reginald said she was pretending to be
burglars, but I think she's going 'paddling.' Are you, auntie?"
"No, dear; not this morning," answered Lisbeth, shaking her head.
"Then you are going for a row in Uncle Dick's boat. How fine!"
"An' you'll take us with you, won't you, Uncle Dick?" cried the Imp
eagerly. "We'll be pirates. I'll be 'Scarlet Sam,' an' you can be
'Timothy Bone, the bo'sun,' like you were last time.
"Impossible, my Imp," I said firmly. He looked at me incredulously for
a moment, then, seeing I meant it, his lip began to quiver.
"I didn't think 'T-Timothy B-Bone' would ever desert me," he said, and
turned away.
"Oh, auntie!" exclaimed Dorothy, "won't you take us?"
"Dear--not this morning."
"Are you going far, then, Uncle Dick?"
"Yes, very far," I answered, glancing uneasily from the Imp's drooping
figure to Lisbeth.
"I wonder where?"
"Oh--well--er--down the rivers," I stammered, quite at a loss.
"Y-e-s, but where?" persisted Dorothy.
"Well, to--er--to--"
"To the 'Land of Heart's Delight,'" Lisbeth put in, "and you may come
with us, after all, if Uncle Dick will take you."
"To be sure he will, if your auntie wishes it," I cried, "so step
aboard, my hearties, and lively!" In a moment the Imp's hand was in
mine, and he was smiling up at me with wet lashes.
"I knew 'Timothy Bone' could never be a--a 'mutinous rogue,'" he said,
and turned to aid Dorothy aboard with the air of an admiral on his
flagship.
And now, all being ready, he unhitched the painter, or, as he said,
"slipped our cable," and we glided out into midstream.
"A ship," he said thoughtfully, "always has a name. What shall we call
this one? Last time we were 'pirates' and she was the Black Death--"
"Never mind last time, Imp," I broke in; "to-day she is the Joyful
Hope."
"That doesn't sound very 'pirate-y,' somehow," he responded with a
disparaging shake of the head, "but I s'pose it will have to do."
And so, upon that summer morning, the good ship Joyful Hope set sail
for the "Land of the Heart's Delight," and surely no vessel of her size
ever carried quite such a cargo of happiness before or since.
And once again "Scarlet Sam" stamped upon the "quarter-deck" and roared
orders anent "lee shrouds" and "weather braces," with divers
injunctions concerning the "helm," while his eyes rolled and he
flourished his "murderous cutlass" as he had done upon a certain other
memorable occasion. Never, never again could there be just such
another morning as this--for two of us at least.
On we went, past rush and sedge and weeping willow, by roaring weir and
cavernous lock, into the shadow of grim stone bridges and out again
into the sunshine, past shady woods and green uplands until at length
we "cast anchor" before a flight of steps leading up to a particularly
worn stone gateway surmounted by a crumbling stone cross.
"Why," exclaimed the Imp, staring, "this is a church!"
"Imp," I nodded, "I believe it is?"
"But to-day isn't Sunday, you know," he remonstrated, seeing it was our
intention to land.
"Never mind that, Imp; 'the better the deed, the better the day, you
know.'"
On we went, Dorothy with the fluffy Louise beneath her arm and the Imp
with cutlass swinging at his belt, while Lisbeth and I brought up the
rear, and as we went she slipped her hand into mine. In the porch we
came upon an aged woman busy with a broom and a very large duster, who,
catching sight of Dorothy's kitten and the Imp's "murderous weapon,"
dropped first the duster and then the broom, and stood staring in
open-mouthed astonishment.
And there in the dim old church, with the morning sun making a glory of
the window above our heads, and with the birds for our choristers, the
vows were exchanged and the blessing pronounced that gave Lisbeth and
her future into my keeping; yet I think we were both conscious of those
two small figures in the gloom of the great pew behind, who stared in
round-eyed wonderment.
The register duly signed and all formalities over and done, we go out
into the sunshine; and once more the aged woman, richer now by half a
crown, is reduced to mute astonishment, so that speech is beyond her,
when the Imp, lifting his feathered cap, politely wishes her
"good-morning."
Being come aboard the Joyful Hope, there ensued an awkward pause,
during which Lisbeth looked at the children and I at her.
"We must take them back home," she said at last.
"We shall miss our train, Lisbeth."
"But," and here she blushed most delightfully, "there is really no
hurry; we can take a--a later one."
"So be it," I said, and laid our course accordingly.
For a time there was silence, during which the Imp, as if in momentary
expectation of an attack by bloodthirsty foes, scowled about him,
pistol in hand, keeping, as he said, "his weather eye lifting," while
Dorothy glanced from Lisbeth to me and back again with puzzled brows.
"I do believe you have been marrying each other!" she said suddenly.
The Imp forgot all about his "weather eye" and stared aghast.
"'Course not!" he cried at last. "Uncle Dick wouldn't do such a thing,
would you, Uncle Dick?"
"Imp I have--I do confess it."
"Oh!" he exclaimed in a tone of deepest tragedy. "And you let him go
and do it, Auntie Lisbeth?"
"He was so very, very persistent, Imp," she sad, actually turning
crimson beneath his reproachful eye.
"Don't be too hard on us, Imp," I pleaded.
"I s'pose it can't be helped now," he said, a little mollified, but
frowning sternly, nevertheless.
"No," I answered, with my eyes upon Lisbeth's lovely, blushing face,
"it certainly can't be helped now."
"And you'll never do it again?"
"Never again, Imp."
"Then I forgive you, only why--why did you do it?"
"Well, you see, my Imp, I have an old house in the country, a very cosy
old place, but it's lonely, horribly lonely, to live by one's self.
I've wanted somebody to help me to live in it for a long time, but
nobody would you know, Imp. At last our Auntie Lisbeth has promised to
take care of the house and me, to fill the desolate rooms with her
voice and sweet presence and my empty life with her life. You can't
quite understand how much this means to me now, Imp, but you will some
day, perhaps."
"But are you going to take our Auntie Lisbeth away from us?" cried
Dorothy.
"Yes, dear," I answered, "but--"
"Oh, I don't like that one bit!" exclaimed the Imp.
"But you shall come there and stay with us as often as you wish," said
Lisbeth.
"That would be perfectly beautiful!" cried Dorothy.
"Yes, but when?" inquired the Imp gloomily.
"Soon," I answered.
"Very soon!" said Lisbeth.
"Will you promise to be 'Timothy Bone, the bo'sun,' an' the 'Black
Knight,' an' 'Little-John' whenever I want you to--so help you Sam,
Uncle Dick?"
"I will, Imp."
"An' make me a long sword with a--a 'deadly point'?"
"Yes," I nodded, "and show you some real ones, too."
"Real ones?" he cried.
"Oh, yes, and armour as well; there's lots of it in the old house, you
know."
"Let's go now!" he cried, nearly upsetting the boat in his eagerness.
"Oh! O Dick!" cried Lisbeth at this moment, "Dick--there's Aunt!"
"Aunt?" I repeated.
"Aunt Agatha, and she sees us; look!"
Turning my head, I beheld a most unexpected sight. Advancing directly
upon us was the old boat, that identical, weather-beaten tub of a boat
which Lisbeth and I had come so near ending our lives together, the
which has already been told in these Chronicles. On the rowing-thwart
sat Peter, the coachman, and in the stern-sheets, very grim and stiff
in the back, her lorgnettes at her eyes, was Lady Warburton.
Escape was quite out of the question, and in half a dozen strokes of
the oar we were alongside and close under the battery of the lorgnettes.
"Elizabeth," she began in her most ponderous manner, ignoring my
presence altogether, "Elizabeth, child, I blush for you."
"Then, Aunt, please don't," cried Lisbeth; "I can do quite enough of
that for myself. I'm always blushing lately," and as if to prove her
words she immediately proceeded to do so.
"Elizabeth," proceeded Lady Warburton, making great play with her
lorgnettes, "your very shameless, ungrateful letter I received last
night. This morning I arose at an objectionably early hour, travelled
down in a draughty train, and here I am out on a damp and nasty river
in a leaky boat, with my feet horribly wet, but determined to save you
from an act which you may repent all your days."
"Excuse me," I said, bowing deeply, "but such heroic devotion cannot be
sufficiently appreciated and admired. In Lisbeth's name I beg to thank
you; nevertheless."
"Mr. Brent, I believe?" she said in a tone of faint surprise, as though
noticing my presence for the first time.
"At your service, madam!" I answered with another bow.
"Then I must ask you to convey my ward back to Fane Court immediately;
she and the children will accompany me to London at once."
"My dear Lady Warburton," I said, fronting the lorgnettes with really
admirable fortitude, "it grieves me to deny you this request, but
believe me, it is impossible!"
"Impossible!" she repeated.
"Quite!" I answered. "You here behold the good ship Joyful Hope, bound
for the 'Land of Heart's Delight,' and we aboard are all determined on
our course."
"'An' the wind blows fair, an' our helm's a-lee, so it's heave, my
mariners, all--O!'" cried the Imp in his nautical voice.
"Dear me!" ejaculated Lady Warburton, staring. "Elizabeth, be so
obliging as to tell me what it all means. Why have you dragged these
children from their beds to come philandering upon a horrid river at
such an hour?"
"Excuse me, Aunt, but she didn't drag us," protested the Imp, bowing
exactly as I had done a moment before.
"Oh, no, we came," nodded Dorothy.
"An' we've been getting married, you know," said the Imp.
"And it was all very, very beautiful," added Dorothy; "even Louise
enjoyed it ever so much!" and she kissed the fluffy kitten.
"Married!" cried Lady Warburton in a tone of horror; "married!"
"They would do it, you know," sighed the Imp.
"And quite right, too," said Dorothy; "everybody always marries
somebody, some time; it's very fashionable at present. Mamma did and
so shall I when I grow up, I suppose."
"Goodness gracious, child!" exclaimed Lady Warburton.
"I s'pose you're angry 'bout it, Aunt," pursued the Imp. "I was at
first--just a weeny bit; but you see Uncle Dick has a wonderful house
with swords an' armour, but empty, an' he wanted to keep somebody in it
to see that everything was nice, I s'pose, an' sing, you know, an' take
care of his life. Auntie Lisbeth can sing, an' she wanted to go, so I
forgave them."
"Oh, indeed, Reginald?" said Lady Warburton in a rather queer voice,
and I saw the corners of her high, thin nose quiver strangely.
"Beggin' your pardon, ma' am," said Peter at this moment, touching his
cap, "I don't know much about boats, my line bein' 'osses, but I do
think as this 'ere boat is a-goin' to sink."
"Then row for the shore instantly," said Lady Warburton firmly, "and
should I never reach it alive"--here she brought her lorgnette to bear
on Lisbeth--"I say if I do meet a watery grave this day, my epitaph
shall be, 'Drowned by the Ingratitude of a Niece.'"
However, this gloomy tragedy being happily averted, and Lady Warburton
safely landed, I, at a nod from Lisbeth, rowed to the bank likewise and
we all disembarked together.
Now, as kind Fortune would have it, and Fortune was very kind that
morning, the place where we stood was within a stone's throw of The
Three Jolly Anglers, and wafted to us on the warm, still air there came
a wondrous fragrance, far sweeter and more alluring than the breath of
roses or honeysuckle--the delightful aroma of frying bacon.
Lady Warburton faced us, her parasol tucked beneath her arm, looking
very much like a military officer on parade.
"Dorothy and Reginald," she said in a short, sharp voice of command,
"bid good-bye to your Auntie Lisbeth and accompany me home at once."
"No, no," cried Lisbeth, with hands stretched out appealingly, "you
will not leave us like this, Aunt--for the sake of the love I shall
always bear you, and--and--"
"Elizabeth, I cared for you from your babyhood up. Ingratitude is my
return. I watched you grow from child to woman. I planned out a
future for you; you broke those plans. I might tell you that I am a
lonely, disappointed old woman, who loved you much more than she
thought, but I won't!"
"Dear, dear Aunt Agatha, did you love me so much, and I never guessed;
you wouldn't let me, you see. Ah! do not think me ungrateful, but when
a woman comes to marry she must choose for herself as I have done; and
I am happy, dear, and proud of my choice--proud to have won the true
love of a true man; only do not think I am ungrateful. And if this
must be good-bye, do not let us part like this--for my sake and your
sake and the sake of my--husband."
Lady Warburton had turned away, and there ensued a somewhat
embarrassing pause.
"Elizabeth," she said suddenly, "if I don't mistake, somebody is frying
bacon somewhere, and I'm ravenously hungry."
"So am I," cried the Imp.
"And so am I," Dorothy chimed in.
"Then suppose we have breakfast," I suggested, and in almost less time
than it takes to tell I was leading the way across the green with Lady
Warburton on my arm--actually leaning on my arm. It all happened so
quickly that Heaven and Lisbeth alone know how she got there.
And now who so surprised to see us as honest Amos Baggett, ushering us
with many bows and smiles into the Sanded Parlour, where breakfast was
soon ready; and who so quick and dexterous in attending to our wants as
the rosy-cheeked chambermaid?
And what a breakfast that was! Never had the antique andirons on the
hearth, the pewter plates and dishes upon the walls, the brass-bound
blunderbuss above the mantel seemed so bright and polished before, and
surely never had they gleamed upon a merrier company. To be sure, the
Imp's remarks were somewhat few and far between, but that was simply on
account of the blackberry jam.
"I suppose you are both ridiculously happy," said Lady Warburton,
eyeing us over her coffee cup.
"Most absurdly!" answered Lisbeth, blushing all in a moment.
"Preposterously!" I nodded.
"Of course!" said Lady Warburton, and setting down her cup, she sighed,
while I wondered what memories her narrow life could hold.
"Uncle Dick," said the Imp suddenly, "do you s'pose Scarlet Sam ever
ate blackberry jam?"
"Undoubtedly, my Imp, when he could get it." This appeared to greatly
relieve his mind; for he took another helping.
But all things must have an end, alas!-even such a breakfast as this,
and presently we were out in the sunshine again, standing beneath the
weather-beaten sign whereon three faded fishermen fished with faded
rods in a faded stream; while away down the road we could see Peter
already approaching with the carriage.
"And now I suppose you are going?" said Lady Warburton.
"There is a train at half-past ten," I answered.
"An' we are going, too!" said Dorothy.
"Yes, we're quite ready, Uncle Dick," cried the Imp, thrusting his
pistols into his belt.
"But you wouldn't leave me all alone, would you, children?" asked Lady
Warburton, and there was a certain wistfulness in her sharp face that
seemed new to it.
"'Course not," sighed the Imp, "only--"
"We must stay and take care of her, Reginald," nodded Dorothy
decisively.
"Yes, I'll take care of you, Aunt, with lance, battle-axe, an' sword,
by day an' night," said the Imp, "only--I should have liked to see
Uncle Dick's wonderful house, with the real swords an' armour, in the
Land of Heart's Delight--some day, you know."
"And so you shall," cried Lady Warburton, and she actually stooped to
kiss him, and then Dorothy, rather 'pecky' kisses, perhaps, but very
genuine kisses notwithstanding.
"Richard," she said, giving me her hand, "we shall come down to your
wonderful house--all three of us next week, so be prepared--now be
off--both of you."
"Then you forgive me, Aunt?" asked Lisbeth, hesitating.
"Well, I don't quite know yet, Lisbeth; but, my dear, I'll tell you
something I have never mentioned to a living soul but you; if I had
acted forty years ago as you did to-day, I should have been a very
different creature to the cross-grained old woman you think me.
There--there's a kiss, but as for forgiving you--that is quite another
matter; I must have time to think it all over. Good-bye, my dear; and,
Richard, fill her life with happiness, to make up for mine, if you can.
Children, bid good-bye to your Auntie--and Uncle Dick!"
"You won't forget the sword with the 'deadly point,' will you, Uncle
Dick?"
"I won't forget, my Imp!" Hereupon he tried to smile, but his
trembling lips refused, and snatching his band from mine he turned
away; as for Dorothy, she was sobbing into the fur of the fluffy kitten.
Then I helped Lisbeth aboard The Joyful Hope, loving her the more for
the tears that gleamed beneath her long lashes, and 'casting loose,' we
glided out into the stream.
There they stood, the two children, with the white-haired figure
between them, Dorothy holding up the round-eyed "Louise" for a parting
glimpse, and the Imp flourishing his cutlass, until a bend of the river
hid them from view.
So Lisbeth and I sailed on together through the golden morning to "The
Land of Heart's Delight."