“I don’t s’pose there ever was a very fine point to anything but I missed it,” said Wesley, “because I am blunt, rough, and have no book learning to speak of. Since you put it into words I see what you mean, but it’s dinged hard on Elnora, just the same. And I don’t keep out. I keep watching closer than ever. I got my slap in the face, but if I don’t miss my guess, Kate Comstock learned her lesson, same as I did. She learned that I was in earnest, that I would haul her to court if she didn’t loosen up a bit, and she’ll loosen. You see if she doesn’t. It may come hard, and the hinges creak, but she’ll fix Elnora decent after this, if Elnora doesn’t prove that she can fix herself. As for me, I found out that what I was doing was as much for myself as for Elnora. I wanted her to take those things from us, and love us for giving them. It didn’t work, and but for you, I’d messed the whole thing and stuck like a pig in crossing a bridge. But you helped me out; Elnora’s got the clothes, and by morning, maybe I won’t grudge Kate the only laugh she’s had in sixteen years. You been showing me the way quite a spell now, ain’t you, Maggie?”
In her attic Elnora lighted two candles, set them on her little table, stacked the books, and put away the precious clothes. How lovingly she hung the hat and umbrella, folded the raincoat, and spread the new dress over a chair. She fingered the ribbons, and tried to smooth the creases from them. She put away the hose neatly folded, touched the handkerchiefs, and tried the belt. Then she slipped into her white nightdress, shook down her hair that it might become thoroughly dry, set a chair before the table, and reverently opened one of the books. A stiff draught swept the attic, for it stretched the length of the cabin, and had a window in each end. Elnora arose and going to the east window closed it. She stood for a minute looking at the stars, the sky, and the dark outline of the straggling trees of the rapidly dismantling Limberlost. In the region of her case a tiny point of light flashed and disappeared. Elnora straightened and wondered. Was it wise to leave her precious money there? The light flashed once more, wavered a few seconds, and died out. The girl waited. She did not see it again, so she turned to her books.
In the Limberlost the hulking figure of a man sneaked down the trail.
“The Bird Woman was at Freckles’s room this evening,” he muttered. “Wonder what for?”
He left the trail, entered the enclosure still distinctly outlined, and approached the case. The first point of light flashed from the tiny electric lamp on his vest. He took a duplicate key from his pocket, felt for the padlock and opened it. The door swung wide. The light flashed the second time. Swiftly his glance swept the interior.
“’Bout a fourth of her moths gone. Elnora must have been with the Bird Woman and given them to her.” Then he stood tense. His keen eyes discovered the roll of bills hastily thrust back in the bottom of the case. He snatched them up, shut off the light, relocked the case by touch, and swiftly went down the trail. Every few seconds he paused and listened intently. Just as he reached the road, a second figure approached him.
“Is it you, Pete?” came the whispered question.
“Yes,” said the first man.
“I was coming down to take a peep, when I saw your flash,” he said. “I heard the Bird Woman had been at the case to-day. Anything doing?”
“Not a thing,” said Pete. “She just took away about a fourth of the moths. Probably had the Comstock girl getting them for her. Heard they were together. Likely she’ll get the rest to-morrow. Ain’t picking gettin’ bare these days?”
“Well, I should say so,” said the second man, turning back in disgust. “Coming home, now?”
“No, I am going down this way,” answered Pete, for his eyes caught the gleam from the window of the Comstock cabin, and he had a desire to learn why Elnora’s attic was lighted at that hour.
He slouched down the road, occasionally feeling the size of the roll he had not taken time to count.
The attic was too long, the light too near the other end, and the cabin stood much too far back from the road. He could see nothing although he climbed the fence and walked back opposite the window. He knew Mrs. Comstock was probably awake, and that she sometimes went to the swamp behind her home at night. At times a cry went up from that locality that paralyzed any one near, or sent them fleeing as if for life. He did not care to cross behind the cabin. He returned to the road, passed, and again climbed the fence. Opposite the west window he could see Elnora. She sat before a small table reading from a book between two candles. Her hair fell in a bright sheen around her, and with one hand she lightly shook, and tossed it as she studied. The man stood out in the night and watched.
For a long time a leaf turned at intervals and the hair-drying went on. The man drew nearer. The picture grew more beautiful as he approached. He could not see so well as he desired, for the screen was of white mosquito netting, and it angered him. He cautiously crept closer. The elevation shut off his view. Then he remembered the large willow tree shading the well and branching across the window fit the west end of the cabin. From childhood Elnora had stepped from the sill to a limb and slid down the slanting trunk of the tree. He reached it and noiselessly swung himself up. Three steps out on the big limb the man shuddered. He was within a few feet of the girl.
He could see the throb of her breast under its thin covering and smell the fragrance of the tossing hair. He could see the narrow bed with its pieced calico cover, the whitewashed walls with gay lithographs, and every crevice stuck full of twigs with dangling cocoons. There were pegs for the few clothes, the old chest, the little table, the two chairs, the uneven floor covered with rag rugs and braided corn husk. But nothing was worth a glance except the perfect face and form within reach by one spring through the rotten mosquito bar. He gripped the limb above that on which he stood, licked his lips, and breathed through his throat to be sure he was making no sound. Elnora closed the book and laid it aside. She picked up a towel, and turning the gathered ends of her hair rubbed them across it, and dropping the towel on her lap, tossed the hair again. Then she sat in deep thought. By and by words began to come softly. Near as he was the man could not hear at first. He bent closer and listened intently.
“—ever could be so happy,” murmured the soft voice. “The dress is so pretty, such shoes, the coat, and everything. I won’t have to be ashamed again, not ever again, for the Limberlost is full of precious moths, and I always can collect them. The Bird Woman will buy more to-morrow, and the next day, and the next. When they are all gone, I can spend every minute gathering cocoons, and hunting other things I can sell. Oh, thank God, for my precious, precious money. Why, I didn’t pray in vain after all! I thought when I asked the Lord to hide me, there in that big hall, that He wasn’t doing it, because I wasn’t covered from sight that instant. But I’m hidden now, I feel that.” Elnora lifted her eyes to the beams above her. “I don’t know much about praying properly,” she muttered, “but I do thank you, Lord, for hiding me in your own time and way.”
Her face was so bright that it shone with a white radiance. Two big tears welled from her eyes, and rolled down her smiling cheeks. “Oh, I do feel that you have hidden me,” she breathed. Then she blew out the lights, and the little wooden bed creaked under her weight.
Pete Corson dropped from the limb and found his way to the road. He stood still a long time, then started back to the Limberlost. A tiny point of light flashed in the region of the case. He stopped with an oath.
“Another hound trying to steal from a girl,” he exclaimed. “But it’s likely he thinks if he gets anything it will be from a woman who can afford it, as I did.”
He went on, but beside the fences, and very cautiously.
“Swamp seems to be alive to-night,” he muttered. “That’s three of us out.”
He entered a deep place at the northwest corner, sat on the ground and taking a pencil from his pocket, he tore a leaf from a little notebook, and laboriously wrote a few lines by the light he carried. Then he went back to the region of the case and waited. Before
his eyes swept the vision of the slender white creature with tossing hair. He smiled, and worshipped it, until a distant rooster faintly announced dawn.
Then he unlocked the case again, and replaced the money, laid the note upon it, and went back to concealment, where he remained until Elnora came down the trail in the morning, appearing very lovely in her new dress and hat.
Chapter 5
Wherein Elnora Receives a Warning, and Billy Appears on the Scene
It would be difficult to describe how happy Elnora was that morning as she hurried through her work, bathed and put on the neat, dainty gingham dress, and the tan shoes. She had a struggle with her hair. It crinkled, billowed, and shone, and she could not avoid seeing the becoming frame it made around her face. But in deference to her mother’s feelings the girl set her teeth, and bound her hair closely to her head with a shoe-string. “Not to be changed at the case,” she told herself.
That her mother was watching she was unaware. Just as she picked up the beautiful brown ribbon Mrs. Comstock spoke.
“You had better let me tie that. You can’t reach behind yourself and do it right.”
Elnora gave a little gasp. Her mother never before had proposed to do anything for the girl that by any possibility she could do herself. Her heart quaked at the thought of how her mother would arrange that bow, but Elnora dared not refuse. The offer was too precious. It might never be made again.
“Oh thank you!” said the girl, and sitting down she held out the ribbon.
Her mother stood back and looked at her critically.
“You haven’t got that like Mag Sinton had it last night,” she announced. “You little idiot! You’ve tried to plaster it down to suit me, and you missed it. I liked it away better as Mag fixed it, after I saw it. You didn’t look so peeled.”
“Oh mother, mother!” laughed Elnora, with a half sob in her voice.
“Hold still, will you?” cried Mrs. Comstock. “You’ll be late, and I haven’t packed your dinner yet.”
She untied the string and shook out the hair. It rose with electricity and clung to her fingers and hands. Mrs. Comstock jumped back as if bitten. She knew that touch. Her face grew white, and her eyes angry.
“Tie it yourself,” she said shortly, “and then I’ll put on the ribbon. But roll it back loose like Mag did. It looked so pretty that way.”
Almost fainting Elnora stood before the glass, divided off the front parts of her hair, and rolled them as Mrs. Sinton had done; tied it at the nape of her neck, then sat while her mother arranged the ribbon.
“If I pull it down till it comes tight in these creases where she had it, it will be just right, won’t it?” queried Mrs. Comstock, and the amazed Elnora stammered,
“Yes.”
When she looked in the glass the bow was perfectly tied, and how the gold tone of the brown did match the lustre of the shining hair! “That’s pretty,” commented Mrs. Comstock’s soul, but her stiff lips had said all that could be forced from them for once. Just then Wesley Sinton came to the door.
“Good morning,” he cried heartily. “Elnora, you look a picture! My, but you’re sweet! If any of the city boys get sassy you tell your Uncle Wesley, and he’ll horsewhip them. Here’s your Christmas present from me.” He handed Elnora the leather lunch box, with her name carved across the strap in artistic lettering.
“Oh Uncle Wesley!” was all Elnora could say.
“Your Aunt Maggie filled it for me for a starter,” he said. “Now, if you are ready, I’m going to drive past your way and you can ride almost to Onabasha with me, and save the new shoes that much.”
Elnora was staring at the box. “Oh I hope it isn’t impolite to open it before you,” she said. “I just feel as if I must see inside.”
“Don’t you stand on formality with the neighbours,” laughed Sinton. “Look in your box if you want to!”
Elnora slipped the strap and turned back the lid.
This disclosed the knife, fork, napkin, and spoon, the milk flask, and the interior packed with dainty sandwiches wrapped in tissue paper, and the little compartments for meat, salad, and the custard cup.
“Oh mother!” cried Elnora. “Oh mother, isn’t it fine? What made you think of it, Uncle Wesley? How will I ever thank you? No one will have a finer lunch box than I. Oh I do thank you! That’s the nicest gift I ever had. How I love Christmas in September!”
“It’s a mighty handy thing,” assented Mrs. Comstock, taking in every detail with sharp eyes. “I guess you are glad now you went and helped Mag and Wesley when you could, Elnora?”
“Deedy, yes,” laughed Elnora, “and I’m going again first time they have a big day if I stay from school to do it.”
“You’ll do no such thing!” said the delighted Sinton. “Come now, if you’re going!”
“If I ride, can you spare me time to run into the swamp to my box a minute?” asked Elnora.
The light she had seen the previous night troubled her.
“Sure,” said Wesley largely. So they drove away and left a white-faced woman watching them from the door, her heart a little sorer than usual.
“I’d give a pretty to hear what he’ll say to her!” she commented bitterly. “Always sticking in, always doing things I can’t ever afford. Where on earth did he get that thing and what did it cost?”
Then she entered the cabin and began the day’s work, but mingled with the brooding bitterness of her soul was the vision of a sweet young face, glad with a gladness never before seen on it, and over and over she repeated: “I wonder what he’ll say to her!”
What he said was that she looked as fresh and sweet as a posy, and to be careful not to step in the mud or scratch her shoes when she went to the case.
Elnora found her key and opened the door. Not where she had placed it, but conspicuously in front lay her little heap of bills, and a crude scrawl of writing beside it. Elnora picked up the note in astonishment.
DERE ELNORY,
the lord amighty is hiding you all right done you ever dout it this money of yourn was took for some time las nite but it is returned with intres for god sake done ever come to the swamp at nite or late evnin or mornin or far in any time sompin worse an you know could git you
A FREND.
Elnora began to tremble. She hastily glanced around. The damp earth before the case had been trodden by large, roughly shod feet. She caught up the money and the note, thrust them into her guimpe, locked the case, and ran to the road.
She was so breathless and her face so white Sinton noticed it.
“What in the world’s the matter, Elnora?” he asked.
“I am half afraid!” she panted.
“Tut, tut, child!” said Wesley Sinton. “Nothing in the world to be afraid of. What happened?”
“Uncle Wesley,” said Elnora, “I had more money than I brought home last night, and I put it in my case. Some one has been there. The ground is all trampled, and they left this note.”
“And took your money, I’ll wager,” said Sinton angrily.
“No,” answered Elnora. “Read the note, and oh Uncle Wesley, tell me what it means!”
Sinton’s face was a study. “I don’t know what it means,” he said. “Only one thing is clear. It means some beast who doesn’t really want to harm you has got his eye on you, and he is telling you plain as he can, not to give him a chance. You got to keep along the roads, in the open, and not let the biggest moth that ever flew toll you out of hearing of us, or your mother. It means that, plain and distinct.”
“Just when I can sell them! Just when everything is so lovely on account of them! I can’t! I can’t stay away from the swamp. The Limberlost is going to buy the books, the clothes, pay the tuition, and even start a college fund. I just can’t!”
“You’ve got to,” said Sinton. “This is plain enough. You go far in the swamp at your own risk, even in daytime.”
“Uncle Wesley,” said the girl, “last night before I went to bed, I was so happy I tried to pray, and I th
anked God for hiding me ‘under the shadow of His wing.’ But how in the world could any one know it?”
Wesley Sinton’s heart leaped in his breast. His face was whiter than the girl’s now.
“Were you praying out loud, honey?” he almost whispered.
“I might have said words,” answered Elnora. “I know I do sometimes. I’ve never had any one to talk with, and I’ve played with and talked to myself all my life. You’ve caught me at it often, but it always makes mother angry when she does. She says it’s silly. I forget and do it, when I’m alone. But Uncle Wesley, if I said anything last night, you know it was the merest whisper, because I’d have been so afraid of waking mother. Don’t you see? I sat up late, and studied two lessons.”
Sinton was steadying himself. “I’ll stop and examine the case as I come back,” he said. “Maybe I can find some clue. That other—that was just accidental. It’s a common expression. All the preachers use it. If I tried to pray, that would be the very first thing I’d say.”
The colour returned to Elnora’s face.
“Did you tell your mother about this money, Elnora?” he asked.
“No, I didn’t,” said Elnora. “It’s dreadful not to, but I was afraid. You see they are clearing the swamp so fast. Every year it grows more difficult to find things, and Indian stuff becomes scarcer. I want to graduate, and that’s four years unless I can double on the course. That means twenty dollars tuition each year, and new books, and clothes. There won’t ever be so much at one time again, that I know. I just got to hang to my money. I was afraid to tell her, for fear she would want it for taxes, and she really must sell a tree or some cattle for that, mustn’t she, Uncle Wesley?”
“On your life, she must!” said Wesley. “You put your little wad in the bank all safe, and never mention it to a living soul. It doesn’t seem right, but your case is peculiar. Every word you say is a true word. Each year you will find less in the swamp, and things everywhere will be scarcer. If you ever get a few dollars ahead, that can start your college fund. You know you are going to college, Elnora!”
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