“And now in moodiness,
Being full of supper and distempering draughts,
Upon malicious bravery dost thou come
To start my quiet.”
――SHAKS.: OTHELLO.
Suddenly there came a sound as of a heavy body falling or being thrown
against the outer door; then a hand fumbled at the lock, and a man’s
voice said thickly, “Open hyar and let a fellar in, can’t ye?”
Mildred started to her feet, her heart beating fast and loud, while at
the same instant Mrs. Selby, waked by the noise of the fall, raised
herself to a sitting posture and glanced round at her friend with a
look of alarm.
“Blast ye! let me in hyar,” repeated the voice, its owner accompanying
the words with an oath and another effort to turn the handle of the
door.
The two women drew nearer together.
“Who is it?” asked Mildred in a tremulous whisper.
“I don’t know; but don’t be frightened, he’s evidently too drunk to
break in on us, for the door and window shutters are stout and
strongly barred.”
For several minutes the man continued to fumble at the door, pushing
against it and muttering curses and demands for entrance, the women
standing together, clasping each other’s hands and listening with
bated breath.
Then he staggered to the window and tried that, but with no better
success.
“If ye don’t le’me in,” he growled at length, “I’ll climb the roof and
git down the chimbly.”
“Could he?” asked Mildred, taking a tighter grip of her companion’s
hand.
“A sober man could easily get on the roof from the back shed,” Mrs.
Selby answered, “but I hope he will fail. He seems very drunk for such
an exploit.”
“But can’t he reach an upstairs window from the shed roof?”
“No, there is none on that side; it’s a story and a half house and
with upstairs windows in the gable ends only. They’re without
shutters, but he can’t possibly reach them.”
“And the chimney?”
“I don’t know whether it is large enough for him to get down it or
not,” Mrs. Selby said, with an anxious glance toward it, her ear at
the same time, as well as Mildred’s, still intent upon the sounds
without, “or what will be the consequence if he should. There’s a
pretty hot fire. I hope the heat will deter him from attempting the
descent, even if he should gain the roof and the chimney-top.”
“But if he should succeed in getting down?” Mildred said with a
shudder and looking about for some weapon of defence.
“We must catch up the lamp, rush into the other room, and barricade
the door. There! he is on the shed roof! Don’t you hear?”
“Yes; let us kneel down and ask our heavenly Father to protect us.”
They did so, continuing their silent supplications for many minutes,
all the more importunately as the sounds from overhead told them that
the drunken wretch had gained the upper roof and was at the top of the
chimney.
Another moment and the rattling fall of a quantity of plaster gave
notice that he was actually attempting the descent.
They rose hastily, Mrs. Selby caught up the lamp burning on the table,
and they withdrew on tiptoe, but with great celerity, to the shelter
of the inner room.
The lamp was set down in a corner where its light would not disturb
the sleepers; then the two stood close to the door, intently listening
and looking――the fire giving them light enough to see the invader
should he succeed in forcing an entrance――and Mrs. Selby with her hand
upon the lock, ready to close the door instantly upon his appearance.
Mutterings and curses came faintly to their ears; these were followed
by half-suppressed cries and groans and another fall of plaster; but
the sounds seemed stationary; they came no nearer.
“He has stuck fast, surely!” Mrs. Selby exclaimed in an excited
whisper.
“And we can do nothing to help him!” Mildred said half breathlessly.
“No, nothing.”
Their conjecture soon grew to a certainty, as the groans and cries
continued. Gradually their fright abated; they stole softly back to
the fireside, and pitying the sufferings of the poor wretch, hastened
to open the door, throw out the burning brands and extinguish them
with water. It was all they could do for his relief.
He asked for water, and they tried to give it to him, but without
success. He sang drunken songs, muttered indistinctly, asking, they
thought, for help to get out――help they could not give; then followed
groans, cries, and ineffectual struggles to get free. These gradually
grew fainter, and at length were succeeded by a death-like silence and
stillness.
“He is dead?” Mildred said half inquiringly in an awe-struck whisper.
Mrs. Selby nodded assent, tears springing to her eyes. “I am afraid
so, though I had not thought it would come to that,” she whispered.
“Oh, how horrible it is! But I’m thankful that mother and the children
have slept through it all. We’ll not speak of it to mother if she
wakes. There, I hear her stirring, and it’s time for the medicine
again.”
“I’ll hold the light for you,” Mildred said, taking it up and
following. She could not bear to stay alone in that room at that
moment.
Excitement and horror had effectually driven away from the two ladies
all inclination to sleep, and the moments dragged by on leaden wings,
until daylight brought some small sense of relief.
As Mrs. Selby threw open the window-shutters her eyes were gladdened
by the sight of a neighbor nearing her door. She hastened to admit
him.
“Good-morning,” he said; “I’m out looking for my cow; she’s strayed
away, and I thought you might――But what’s wrong?” he broke off
abruptly, gazing at her with mingled surprise and alarm.
She pointed to the chimney and dropped, white, trembling, and
speechless, into a chair.
Mildred had closed the inner door the moment his loud, hearty tones
were heard at the other.
“What is it? house afire?” he asked. “Never mind, we’ll soon have it
out. Where’s your water-bucket?” with a hasty glance about the room.
“No, no! a man――drunk――dead――I――I think,” gasped Mrs. Selby.
“What! in the chimney? You don’t say!” And hurrying to the fireplace,
he stooped and stuck his head in. “Yes, sure enough,” he gasped,
withdrawing it with a shudder, “I see his legs dangling down. He’s
dead you think?” turning from Mrs. Selby to Mildred.
“Yes,” she said, in an awed, tremulous tone; “he groaned and cried out
so at first, but hasn’t uttered a sound for hours.”
“Horrible! horrible! You don’t know who he is?”
Mrs. Selby shook her head and relieved her feelings by a burst of
weeping.
“And you think he was drunk?”
“I’m certain of it; the tones of his voice told it.” Then calming
herself she told the whole story in a few brief sentences. “Oh, what
is to be done, Mr. Miller?” she asked in conclusion.
“I’ll go for the coroner, and we’ll have him got out and taken away
just as soon as it can be done according to law.”
“But your cow?”
“No matter about her. I’ll send my boys to look her up.”
He hurried out and away.
At the same moment the sound of wheels sent Mildred to the outer door.
Giving the reins to a plainly dressed elderly woman who sat in the
buggy with him, Dr. Landreth leaped to the ground, and in an instant
his wife was in his arms, hiding her face on his breast and sobbing
hysterically.
“What is it, my darling?” he asked; “the old lady――is she so much
worse?”
Mildred seemed unable to speak, and Mrs. Selby answered for her. “No,
doctor, I think mother is better, but――” and the story of the night’s
alarm was repeated.
“Dreadful! What a night you two must have passed!” commented Dr.
Landreth, holding his wife closer to his heart.
“Who on airth can it be?” exclaimed the woman in the buggy, who had
listened to the recital in open-mouthed astonishment, as she spoke
leaning down and forward in the effort to look in at the open door,
till she seemed in imminent danger of falling.
“I haven’t an idea,” returned Mrs. Selby. “But excuse me, won’t you
alight and come in, Mrs. Lightcap? I ought to have asked you before,
but hadn’t noticed that you were there.”
“Yes, thank ye, I’ll ’light; I want to peek up in that chimbly; and
besides I’ve come to stay all day and as much longer as you need help
or nursin’. You’ve nursed my folks and me in many a sick spell, Mrs.
Selby, and I’m glad o’ the chance to pay ye back in your own coin,”
the woman answered, jumping out and hitching the horse as she spoke.
“It’s very kind――” Mrs. Selby was beginning, but the other interrupted
her. “No, ’tain’t nothing o’ the sort! I’d a ben an ungrateful wretch
if I hadn’t a clapped on my bonnet and come, the minute the doctor
told me you was wantin’ help.”
They hurried in in the wake of Dr. Landreth and Mildred.
Stooping his tall form on the hearth, the doctor put his head into the
chimney, took a long look, then withdrawing it, said in low, moved
tones, “Yes, he is there, and life seems to be extinct; there is not
the slightest sound or movement.”
“And ye can’t so much as give a guess who he is? Just let me look,”
said Mrs. Lightcap, thrusting him aside in her eagerness.
The doctor stepped toward Mrs. Selby, and speaking in an undertone.
“Keep this from your mother if possible,” he said. “I will see the
coroner and tell him how important it is that she should not be
disturbed by noise or excitement.”
“Then we must keep it from the children,” she returned, with a half
involuntary glance at Mrs. Lightcap.
“Yes,” said the latter, “we’ll manage that. Let’s get ’em up, give ’em
their breakfast, and send ’em off somewhere’s, out o’ the way, afore
the crowner comes.”
“Can I see my patient now? I must get my wife home as soon as
possible,” the doctor said, with an anxious glance at Mildred’s pale
cheeks and heavy eyes.
“She’d ought to have a bite o’ breakfast first,” Mrs. Lightcap
remarked. “What’s in that basket in the buggy, doctor? Shall I fetch
it in?”
“Ah, I forgot!” he exclaimed. “I’ll go for it. Mother sent it, with a
message to you, Mrs. Selby, that she did so because she knew you would
be too busy to do much cooking just now.”
“Just like her――always so thoughtful and kind,” Mrs. Selby said
gratefully. “I’ll have mother ready to see you in a few moments,
doctor; but Mrs. Landreth must have a cup of tea before she takes her
ride. I’ve a fire kindled in the stove in the shed kitchen and――”
“And I’ll get the breakfast while you tend to your mother and the
children,” interrupted Mrs. Lightcap, bustling about like one
perfectly at home and in earnest to accomplish a great deal in the
shortest possible space of time.
Half an hour later Mildred was driving home by her husband’s side,
drinking in deep draughts of the fresh morning air, scented with the
breath of wildwood flowers, and rejoicing that every step was taking
her farther from the scene of last night’s horror and affright.
At the bridge they met the coroner and his jury on their way to hold
the inquest over the dead man.
“Good-morning, doctor. Good-morning, Mrs. Landreth. Do you come from
Mrs. Selby’s?” asked the coroner, pausing and lifting his hat to
Mildred.
Dr. Landreth reined in his horse to reply. “Yes, Mr. Squires, and I
hope you will manage the affair as quietly as possible, as the old
lady is quite ill, and excitement would be very injurious to her.”
“Certainly, we’ll do our best, doctor. The man will have to be got out
of the chimney, and we’ll hold the inquest near by in the woods. But
you and your wife will be wanted as witnesses.”
“Sure enough!” exclaimed Dr. Landreth. “I had not thought of that. And
really my wife ought to go home and to bed at once.” And he turned to
her with an anxious, questioning look.
“Yes, let us go back, Charlie,” she said in an undertone, though her
heart sank at the very thought. “I can stand it if I have you with
me.”
“And it may be well for me to be there in case the old lady grows
worse,” he said, turning the buggy round as he spoke. “Can you spare
me while I drive the children over to the nearest neighbor’s, Milly?”
“Oh, yes, for it will be a great relief to poor Mrs. Selby to have
them out of the way,” she answered, thinking of every one before self,
as was her wont.
Driving so rapidly as to arrive some time before the coroner and his
men, who were on foot, the doctor explained all to Mrs. Selby, taking
her aside out of hearing of the children, then quickly gathered them
into his buggy and drove off by another road before the other party
came in sight.
The men had brought ladders for climbing and implements suitable for
breaking a hole in the chimney large enough for the corpse to be drawn
through. They worked from the outside and with as little noise as
possible. Doors were kept closed, and the old lady, still under the
influence of opiates, slept quietly till all was over.
Mrs. Selby, Mrs. Lightcap, and Mildred were summoned in turn to tell
all they knew about the case.
Mrs. Lightcap did not feel at all nervous or frightened, but the other
two were much agitated and could hardly have passed through the ordeal
without the support of Dr. Landreth’s presence and sympathy.
A crowd had gathered, and some among them were able to identify the
dead man as a confirmed, worthless sot from a neighboring town, one of
the many thousand wretched victims of King Alcohol.
At last all was over, a verdict rendered in accordance with the facts,
the corpse removed, the crowd scattered, and poor, weary Mildred
carried home by her anxious husband to a mother and sisters scarcely
less solicitous on her account.