THE REWARD.
The conversation did not lag during the two hours or more the boys
remained near about the garden, waiting for aunt Dorcas to summon them
after the interview with the amateur detective should have come to an
end.
Now that there was no longer any mystery concerning the advertisement,
it seemed strange they had not understood why the attorneys wished to
see Joe.
"We must be awful chumps, to let Dan Fernald frighten us as he did," Joe
said, thoughtfully, after they had discussed the matter in all its
different phases. "Why we didn't see that it was the princess they was
after, beats me! Perhaps it might have come 'round to it if I'd been
alone; but that imitation detective seemed to have it down so fine, that
I didn't stop to think of anything but what he said."
"Anyhow, he did us a good turn, 'cause if we hadn't skipped we'd never
found out there was a woman like aunt Dorcas."
"That's a fact, Plums, an', come to look at it that way, I ain't so
certain but we ought'er let up on the duffer. Say, it'll be mighty
tough to go back an' live in that shanty of your'n after bein' out here,
won't it?"
"Do you s'pose we've got to leave this place?" and Master Plummer looked
alarmed.
"Course we have. You don't count on spongin' a livin' out of a poor
little woman like aunt Dorcas, I hope?"
"I wouldn't reg'larly do her up for my board; but I was thinkin' perhaps
she'd have work enough so's we could pay our way. You come pretty near
squarin' things when you tackled the burglar."
"I didn't do so much as a flea-bite. If aunt Dorcas had been alone an'
heard the man sneakin' 'round, she'd been prayin' with him in less'n
five minutes, an' he'd gone away a good deal more sore than he did."
"I guess that's straight enough," Plums replied, with a sigh, for as it
was thus proven that the little woman did not stand in need of their
services, his heart grew sad.
"She can take care of herself, you bet, an' come up bright an' smilin'
every time. We've got to go back to-morrow, Plums, an' hustle for
five-cent stews."
"I don't want any more of it, after knowin' how aunt Dorcas can cook.
Are you goin' into the paper business ag'in?"
"I guess I'll have to, after I pick up enough cash to start in with.
I'll tackle the _de_pot, for that job was pannin' out mighty well till I
found the princess," Joe replied, and then he relapsed into silence, for
the thought that the child was no longer dependent upon him brought
more sorrow to his heart than had come to Plums because of being forced
to go to work again.
Then came the summons for which the boys had been waiting, and when they
entered the house, expecting to find aunt Dorcas alone, a disagreeable
surprise awaited them.
The amateur detective was in the kitchen regaling himself with a quarter
section of custard pie, while the little woman fluttered to and fro
between the table and the pantry, as if bent on tempting his appetite to
the utmost.
"Dan will stay here till morning," she said, cheerily, as the boys
entered, "and then we'll take him to the ferry in Mr. Raymond's
carriage."
"Are you goin' to keep him, after he set the barn afire?" Joe asked, in
surprise, as he shook his fist at the amateur detective, while aunt
Dorcas's back was turned.
"He didn't really intend to do me an injury, and feels sorry because of
harbouring such revengeful thoughts."
At that instant, aunt Dorcas saw Master Plummer making threatening
gestures, which were replied to vigorously by Dan, and she added,
quickly:
"I want you boys to be firm friends from this day. All three have made a
mistake; but there will be no evil result from it unless through your
own wilfulness. Joe, try, for my sake, to be good, and treat Dan as if
there had been no hard feelings."
Master Potter would have been better pleased if aunt Dorcas had asked of
him something which could only be performed after great suffering and
painful endurance; but with a slight show of hesitation he approached
the amateur detective in what he intended should appear like a friendly
manner, and said, stiffly:
"I'll do what aunt Dorcas says, though it comes mighty hard after what
you threatened yesterday, Dan. We're friends now; but I'll wipe the
floor up with you, if you don't walk pretty near straight."
The little woman was not particularly well pleased at this evidence of
friendliness; but she professed to be satisfied, and the three boys
glared at each other like so many pugnacious cats until the evening
devotions were begun.
Then aunt Dorcas read, with great fervour, the first chapter of the
Sermon on the Mount, and afterwards prayed so earnestly for those
"within her gates," that Joe resolved then and there to treat Dan as he
had done before the princess was found,--at least, during such time as
the amateur detective behaved himself in what he considered a proper
manner.
"Joseph and George are to sleep in the spare-room to-night, and Daniel
will occupy the chamber over the kitchen," aunt Dorcas announced, when
the devotions were brought to a close.
"Did you take off the best sheets?" Master Potter asked.
"Of course not, Joseph."
"Why don't you do it? Plums an' me would be snug enough if there wasn't
any clothes at all on the bed."
"We will leave it as it is, dear. Perhaps I was wrong in not letting you
occupy it before."
"How could that be?" Joe asked, in astonishment.
"I have allowed myself to be proud of the chamber, and the Book
particularly warns us against pride. It is better that I accustom myself
to seeing it used."
When Joe and Plums were in the spare-room that night, neither daring to
stretch out at full length lest he should soil the sheets more than was
absolutely necessary, Master Potter whispered confidentially to his
friend:
"Aunt Dorcas is a mighty good woman, Plums; but, 'cordin' to my way of
thinkin', she's makin' a pile of trouble for herself."
"How?"
"Some day a reg'lar duffer like Dan Fernald will come along, an' then
she'll get taken in mighty bad."
"Seems almost as if we ought'er stay here an' take care of her, don't
it?"
"There's no sense thinkin' anything like that, Plums. This is our last
night in a first-class bed, an' from to-morrow mornin' we've got to
hustle jest the same as if we'd never had it so rich."
Then Joe fell asleep, to dream of the princess, and until aunt Dorcas
awakened him, next morning, it was as if nothing had occurred to depose
him from the position of guardian.
There was work enough for all three of the guests in the Milford cottage
after breakfast had been served.
The little woman was preparing for her visit to the city as if she
expected to be absent from home several days, instead of only a few
hours, and the boys were called upon to assist in the household duties,
although it is quite probable they were more of a hindrance than a help.
Dan was doing his best at washing the kitchen floor, Joe was trimming
the lamps, and Plums piling up wood in the shed, when the Raymond
carriage rumbled up the lane, causing the utmost confusion and dismay
among aunt Dorcas's assistants.
Because of having been kept thus steadily employed, the time had passed
wonderfully quick, and, until each in turn had looked at the clock, it
was impossible to realise that the coachman had not arrived long in
advance of the hour set.
Even the little woman herself was unprepared for so early a coming of
the carriage, and during the ensuing ten minutes the utmost confusion
reigned.
Then aunt Dorcas and her family were ready for the ride, and Plums said,
with an air of content as he leaned against the wonderful cushions of
the front seat:
"We're a set of sporty dudes now, an' I only hope that feller won't
drive very fast, 'cause we shouldn't have any too long to stay in this
rig, even if he walked the horses every step of the way. Say, this is
great, ain't it?"
Dan made no remark during the ride; but it was evident he enjoyed
himself quite as well as did any other member of the party, and when the
carriage was on the New York side of the river, Master Fernald looked
with undisguised envy at his companions, as he said to aunt Dorcas:
"I s'pose I've got to get out now, eh?"
"Yes, Daniel, for we are going directly to Mr. Raymond's home, and could
not take you there. Come to see me some time, and remember what you have
promised about being a good boy."
"I'll keep as straight as I can," Master Fernald replied, and then he
glanced at the boys, as if doubtful whether he ought to bid them
good-bye.
Perhaps Joe would have said no word in parting but for the gentle
pressure of aunt Dorcas's hand on his. He understood from it what the
little woman would have him do, and leaning forward, said, in a kindly
tone:
"We'll see you later, Dan. Plums an' I won't be swellin' much longer,
but will be at work by this time to-morrow."
Then Master Plummer did his part by adding:
"We'll let up on the detective business, eh, Dan, an' settle down to
reg'lar work as soon as this swellin' is over."
The coachman gave rein to the horses, and Dan Fernald was soon left far
in the rear.
* * * * *
On the afternoon of this same day, when the rush for evening papers had
subsided and the merchants of Newspaper Row were resting from their
labours, as they listened to Dan Fernald's story of his adventures,
Plums suddenly appeared, looking remarkably well pleased with himself
and the world in general.
[Illustration: "THEN AUNT DORCAS AND HER FAMILY WERE READY FOR THE
RIDE."]
"Hello! We thought you was settin' round up-town with the rest of the
dudes. Dan says you come down from the country in a swell turnout,"
Jerry Hayes cried, with something very like envy in his tones.
"Dan couldn't laid it on any too thick, for we've been humpin' ourselves
in great style," Master Plummer replied, with an air of satisfaction.
"Did you really go into the dude's house?"
"Yes, an' what's more, we eat dinner there! Say, boys, McGowan's
restaurant ain't in it alongside of what we struck up at the princess's
house. There was more stuff on the table than this crowd could have got
away with,--an' talk 'bout silver dishes! I never had any such time
before, an' I thought aunt Dorcas run a pretty fine place!"
"Where's Joe Potter?"
"Up there, actin' like he owned the town."
"Do you mean that he's stoppin' with the dude all this time?" Jerry
asked, incredulously.
"Yes, an' that ain't the worst of it. He's likely to hang 'round the
place quite a spell. Say, there was a thousand dollars reward to whoever
found the princess, an' her father says Joe was to have it!"
"What? A thousand dollars? Go off, Plums; you're dreamin'."
"You'll find out whether I am or not, when you see Joe. Say, I s'pose
you think he'll come 'round sellin' papers again, don't you? Well, he
won't. He's goin' to work down on Wall Street, for the princess's
father; an' him an' me are to live with aunt Dorcas from now out. He'll
come into town every mornin', an' I'll hang 'round the place livin'
high, with nothin' to do but tend to things."
"What kind of a stiff are you puttin' up on us, Plums?" Tim Morgan
asked, sternly.
"It's all straight as a string. When we got up to the princess's house,
she jest went wild at seein' Joe, an', if you'll believe it, she set on
his knee more'n half the time I stayed there. Her father made us tell
all we'd done from the minute Joe found the kid, an' then he said a
thousand dollars was promised to the feller what would find her. Of
course we didn't s'pose he'd pay the money after givin' us a ride in his
team, an' settin' up the dinner; but he stuck to it like a little man.
Aunt Dorcas is to take care of the wealth, an' seein's how she told him
where we fellers was, he's to give her what the advertisement promised,
an' that's a hundred dollars apiece for the three of us. When all this
was fixed, the princess's father offered Joe a job, an' he's to have six
dollars a week, with a raise every year if he minds his eye. They're out
buyin' clothes now, an' I slipped down to see you fellers, 'cause we're
goin' back to aunt Dorcas's house this evenin'."
Master Plummer's friends were not disposed to believe what he told them,
until the story had been repeated several times, and all the details had
been given.
Then it appeared as if there could be no doubt, and each boy vied with
the other in his attentions to Plums, who was now a very desirable
acquaintance, since it might possibly be in his power to invite them to
that cottage of aunt Dorcas's, concerning which Dan Fernald had given
such glowing accounts.
[Illustration: "'McGOWAN'S RESTAURANT AIN'T IN IT ALONGSIDE OF WHAT WE
STRUCK UP AT THE PRINCESS'S HOUSE.'"]
Plums had promised to meet the little woman and Joe at the Weehawken
ferry-slip at seven o'clock, and since at that hour there was no
business to be done on Newspaper Row, his friends decided to accompany
him to the rendezvous.
To the delight of all the boys, aunt Dorcas and Joe arrived in Mr.
Raymond's carriage, and instantly they appeared, the assembled throng
set up such a shout of welcome as caused the little woman to grip Master
Potter's hand nervously, as she cried:
"Mercy on us, Joseph, what _is_ the matter?"
Joe had caught a glimpse of Plums's following before the outcry was
heard, and replied, with a laugh:
"It's only a crowd of the fellers come to see us off. Most likely Plums
has been tellin' 'em about the good luck that has come to me, an' they
want to give us a send-off."
"Do try to stop them from making such a noise, Joseph. What will the
neighbours think of us?"
"They'll believe you're a howlin' swell, aunt Dorcas, an' everybody will
be wantin' to look at you."
"Let us get out as quick as ever we can, or the policeman will accuse us
of making a disturbance."
It was necessary aunt Dorcas should remain where she was until the
driver had opened the carriage door. By that time Plums's friends had
gathered around the vehicle, gazing with open-mouthed astonishment at
Joe, who was clad in a new suit of clothes, and looked quite like a
little gentleman.
Aunt Dorcas was actually trembling as she descended from the carriage,
Joe assisting her in the same manner he had seen Mr. Raymond, and the
cheers which greeted her did not tend to make the little woman any more
comfortable in mind.
The princess's father would have sent his carriage the entire distance
but for the fact that aunt Dorcas preferred to arrive at her home in
such a conveyance as could be hired in Weehawken.
"It is more suitable," she had said. "While I enjoyed every inch of the
ride this morning, I could not help feeling as if we were wearing
altogether too fine feathers for working people."
Plums's friends insisted on crossing the ferry with him, and during the
passage aunt Dorcas was presented to each in turn, a proceeding which
entirely allayed her fears lest they would create an "unseemly
disturbance."
"I know I should come to like every one of them," she whispered to Joe,
"and before we go ashore you must invite them out to the cottage for a
whole day."
"They'd scare the neighbours, aunt Dorcas," Joe said, with a laugh, and
the little woman replied, quite sharply:
"Mr. McArthur is the only one who would hear the noise, and if I have
not complained because his dogs howled around the cottage night after
night these twenty years, I guess he can stand the strain one day."
Joe repeated aunt Dorcas's invitation while the boat was entering the
slip, and when the little woman went on shore, the cheers which came
from twenty pairs of stout lungs drowned all other sounds.
"Walk quickly, boys," she said, forced to speak very loud, because of
the tumult. "Your friends mean well, I have no doubt; but they are
making a perfect spectacle of us."
It was not possible for the little woman to walk so rapidly but that she
heard distinctly, when at some distance from the ferry-slip, Jerry
Hayes's shrill voice, as he cried:
"Now, fellers, give her three more, an' a tiger for the princess an' Joe
Potter!"
[Illustration]
End of Project Gutenberg's The Princess and Joe Potter, by James Otis