Three Little Women's Success: A Story for Girls

by Gabrielle E. Jackson

  CHAPTER XV

  MAMMY MAKES A DISCOVERY.

  June had come, and with June came Eleanor's graduation. During hervarious holidays Eleanor had returned to Riveredge, and with each returnof Eleanor there was vigorous renewal of visits from Homer Forbes.Forbes seemed deeply occupied in the intervals, and those mostinterested in the progress of affairs at the Irving School wondered athis long absence during the afternoons and his frequent walks up themountain to a plateau at its summit. More than once had some of thepupils of the Irving School met him as he strolled along toward it, headbent in deepest meditation, hat drawn down over his eyes, hands claspedbehind him, and "munchin', munchin', munchin', fer all de spi't an'image ob a goat," said Mammy, who frequently came upon him as he passedthrough the Arcade, for he never set forth upon his rambles withoutfortifying himself with a box of Constance's candies.

  Since the fall Jean had not journeyed to the Irving School with hercandies, so the sweet-tooth Forbes was obliged to go after his sweetiesor do without them. But it did not seem to inconvenience him. The Arcadelay upon his way, and nothing short of dynamite was ever likely to hurryhim. He would buy his box of chocolates and start off, leaving behindhim a little trail of the paraffin papers in which they had beenwrapped, and by which anyone so minded might have followed him miles.Sometimes, if he had absent-mindedly forgotten to eat any luncheon, hewould supplement his box of candies with some of Mammy's sandwiches, andit was upon one of these occasions that his call at Mammy's counter ledto a curious disclosure.

  With the warm spring weather Charles' health improved steadily; butMammy had no idea of risking a repetition of her recent experiences bypermitting Charles to take needless risks. On dull days or damp onesCharles must bide at home in his cottage, or do little indoor jobs forhis mistress. True, Hadyn's man left very little for the old man to do,for Hadyn had been very careful to tell Parsons that Mrs. Carruth mustnot want for any service he could render her, and at the same timetactfully spare old Charles' feelings. And Parsons was a clever youngnegro, as well as a devoted one to Hadyn.

  And it so fell out that Mammy went down to the Arcade rather oftenerthan usual that spring, and consequently saw many things. Among otherswas the frequency with which Mr. Elijah Sniffins haunted Arch NumberOne.

  Now, Mammy had absolutely no use for Mr. Elijah Sniffins, as may beremembered. Of course, she conceded him the right to purchase all thecandy he wished; but why should he dawdle over his selection, and thentarry to talk with Miss Boggs until the girl seemed almost panicstricken? As near as Mammy could discover, she wished him anywhere butin Arch Number One, and one Saturday morning Mammy took it upon herselfto keep a sharp lookout. Several times during the morning she madeexcuses to go down to the counter for boxes of candy for some of her owncustomers, and twice found Sniffins there engaged in a very confidentialconversation with Miss Boggs. Upon her approach he made most impressivebows to the young lady, and departed with slow insolence.

  "'Pears lak dat man powerful set 'pon dese hyer candies," remarkedMammy.

  "Yes, I guess he does like them pretty well," answered Miss Boggs.

  "You know him quite a spell back?" was Mammy's next question.

  "Oh, yes, for some time," was the hasty answer. "Did you want some moreof those pralines, Mammy?" and Miss Boggs fluttered nervously among theboxes in the case, bending low to avoid Mammy's sharp eyes. As Mammystood talking Homer Forbes came strolling up to the candy counter.

  "Good-morning, Mammy Blairsdale. As usual, you have a watchful eye uponMiss Constance's interests, I see."

  "Mor'in', Marsa Fo'bes. Yas, sir. Dat's what ma eyes were done give mefo', an' dey ain't often playin' me no tricks, neider. Dey's good, sharpeyes, if dey _is_ ol' ones," was Mammy's sibyl-like answer.

  "You proved that fact to me many months ago," said Forbes, with one ofhis whimsical, inscrutable smiles. "I should hate to have a guiltyconscience and have you cast your eyes upon me. I'd give myself away assure as shooting. I'd be sure you'd read my secret if I had one. Lucky Ihaven't!"

  "Yas, sir, 'tis. Mos' culled folks has de gif ob secon' sight, dey say.I ain't rightly know what secon' sight is mase'f, but I knows dis muchp'intedly: I knows dat dey ain't many folks what kin fool me fer long.Dey like 'nough fool me a little while, but I ketches dem sooner orlater. Yas, sah, I does. Yo' gwine for one ob yo' strolls terday? 'Pearslak yo' powerful taken wid dat mountain walk, yo' go 'long up dat a-wayso f'equently. Better stop ter ma lunch counter an' git a snack ter take'long wid yo'."

  How innocent the words, yet what a strange effect they produced uponMiss Boggs. Forbes did not notice it at all, but Mammy missed nothing.

  "Good idea. I'll be along presently," said Forbes, as he selected hisbox of chocolates, and reached into the pocket of his trousers for thechange, rather abstractedly staring at Miss Boggs as he did so. The girlseemed greatly disconcerted by the look, though, as a matter of fact,Forbes himself was barely aware of her presence. It was not lost uponMammy, who had given one swift, backward glance as she turned to go downthe Arcade. A moment later Forbes reached her counter.

  "Give me a good snack to-day, Mammy Blairsdale. I've much on my mindthese days, and must keep the brain well fed."

  "Reckons yo'll find _dat_ wholesome-lak," returned Mammy, handing him aneat little package.

  "What's the damage?" he asked.

  "None 'tall lessen yo' drap it, er sits on it. If yo' does dat it'llsquash."

  "Nonsense! How much?"

  "Ain't I say nothin', sah?--wid de complements ob de firm," was Mammy'sgrandiloquent answer. Then, coming closer, she asked:

  "Massa Fo'bes, I wonner if yo' kin he'p me wid somepin what's pesterin'ma min' mightily?"

  "I'll help you if I can, Mammy Blairsdale. What is it?"

  "Kin yo' tell me who dat girl down yonder is?"

  "Which girl?" asked Forbes, turning to look down the corridor.

  "None yo' kin _see_. I means de one dat's yonder at Miss Constance'scounter."

  "Oh, that one? Why, she is a Miss Boggs, isn't she?"

  "No, she _ain't_," contradicted Mammy, emphatically. "She may _call_herse'f Miss Boggs if she wanter, but I'll bait yo' she ain't Miss Boggsno mo'n I'm Miss Brown! I'se seen dat girl somewhar's else befo', an'I'se gwine ter fin' more 'bout her dan I knows now. She favors someoneelse I knows, an' I ain't got er mite er use fer dat someone else,neider. Is yo' know Mr. 'Lijer Sniffins?"

  "The Fire Insurance Agent down on State Street?"

  "Yas, sir, dat's him I means."

  "Yes, by sight, and enough to have him insure the few worldly goods Ipossess."

  "He's at dat counter de hull endurin' time, 'specially when he git anotion Miss Constance gwine come down, and he'n dat girl jes' as thickas thieves."

  "He and Miss Constance?" cried Forbes, aghast.

  "Gawd bress ma soul, _no_, sir. I means dat Miss Boggs; an' what I wantster fin' out is what fo' he got any call ter jist na'chelly live dar."

  "Maybe it's a charming romance right under your very eyes, MammyBlairsdale. Surely you do not wish to play the kill-joy?"

  "Kill-joy! Huh!" retorted Mammy. "I ain't gwine be no fool, neider. Itells yo' I never _is_ like dat man, an' if he's takin' ter pesterin'dat girl he gotter quit; an' if 'tain't de girl it's some otherdivilmint he got in his haid. I ain' trus' him no furder'n I kin see hisshadder; no, I ain'."

  "Has he been there when Miss Constance was at the counter?"

  "If he ain't bin dar, he bin whar he kin watch her 'thout hers'pici'nin' it. Time'n agin I'se done seen him tip in dat men'sfurnishin' Arch, Number Six, pertendin' lak he buyin' neckties an' allkynds ob fummadiddles. Reckon he do buy a heap, too, for he jes'splurgin' fer fair dese days."

  "Dare say he is trying to make a good impression upon the lady of hisheart," laughed Forbes.

  "D'ssay he tryn' fer ter mak' a 'pression on someone else, an' he betterquit if he knows what's good fer him. Now, what dat girl scuttlin' downyonder fer?" was her quick exclamation. Over Forbes' shoulder she hadcaught s
ight of Miss Boggs hurrying down the corridor, ostensibly towardthe lavatory.

  "Candy makes her fingers sticky, Mammy Blairsdale," was Forbes'half-idle comment as he turned to look over his shoulder in thedirection of Mammy's glance. At that very instant Miss Boggs' profilewas distinctly outlined against the white marble wall behind her, and,strange coincidence, Elijah Sniffins, turning suddenly around thecorner, came face to face with her. For a brief second each face wasdistinctly outlined, then the man and girl passed their opposite ways.

  But in that instant Forbes had received an impression swift as anelectric shock. When he turned to look at Mammy, she remarked:

  "Reckons yo' ain't so near-sighted as dem glasses 'ceivin' folks interbelievin', sah."

  "Where does Sniffins live, Mammy?"

  "Don' know no mo'n de daid," scoffed Mammy.

  "Where does _Miss Boggs_ live?"

  "Bress de Lawd!" exclaimed the old woman, apparently apropos of nothing.

  "Guess I'll cut out the stroll up Mount Parnassus and look after myinsurance. I'm afraid I ought to renew that premium pretty soon.Good-bye, Mammy Blairsdale. I'll see you later."

  "Good-bye, sah! Yas, sah, reckon yo' had better see me later."

  With his package of luncheon and box of candies, and, as usual, leavinga trail of paraffin papers behind him, Forbes strolled out of theArcade, incidentally noting that Sniffins was selecting cigars at thecounter next Mammy's. Once he was beyond the portals of the Arcade, hisaccustomed deliberation of air and manner fell from him, and with amuttered "I'll learn what is back of all that or jump overboard" he spedalong toward State Street at a rate which would have startled hisfriends had any chanced to meet him.

  No one but the office boy was in Sniffins' office.

  "Where's Mr. Sniffins?" demanded Forbes.

  "Dunno."

  "When will he be back?"

  "Dunno."

  "What in thunder _do_ you know, then?"

  "Nothin'."

  "Right you are, son!" and turning Forbes pretended to leave the office.Suddenly pausing, he whirled around to say:

  "Give me Sniffins' home address; I'll 'phone to him there this evening."It was a venture, but worth while.

  "Six-twenty Westbank Road."

  "Thanks. Good-day."

  "Day," and the boy returned to the fascinations of "Tom, theCow-puncher."

  Then Forbes went his way up the mountains, having accomplished hisobject much quicker than he had hoped to. Had anyone been watching him,once he reached the summit, they might have questioned his sanity.Deliberately placing his candy box and his luncheon upon a stump, hebegan pacing off distances: twenty long strides toward the river, thentwenty at right-angles, pausing to peer toward the mighty stream flowingsix hundred feet below him, for the cliffs were precipitous at thatpoint.

  "Good site. Magnificent view. Constant inspiration. Bound to succeed.Purely classical. This will emphasize the illusion. But it must not_prove_ an illusion; no, not for a moment. It will be a beautifulreality--a crystallized dream. We will set up our Lares and Penates inits very center--ahem! I mean--I mean--well I'll try to persuade her to sethers up beside mine. Wonderful girl! extraordinary, very! Fell in withmy idea at once--at least thought the plan--what was it she pronounced it?Ah, I recall, 'truly altruistic.' Truly altruistic. Yes, that was it.Excellent choice of words. Invariably apt and to the point. Yes, thebuilding shall face this way. Her window--my Lord!" and the monologuecame to an abrupt end as the speaker, turning a vivid scarlet, made agrab for his edibles, and, seating himself upon a warm rock, began todevour his luncheon with the dispatch of the animal Mammy insisted heresembled. The sun was sinking into the West when Forbes came strollingup to Mrs. Carruth's piazza, where the family had gathered for theirafternoon tea which old Charles was serving. It was the delight ofCharles' heart to serve this little repast.

  This time it was iced tea and lemonade, with some of Mammy's flakyjumbles and a box of Constance's candy. That piazza was an invitingspot. Hammocks, lounging chairs and bamboo settees made it more thanluxurious, and the family spent all the time possible in this corner,which seemed to catch every passing breeze from the river.

  They rose to welcome their guest and offer him refreshment. It wasEleanor who first reached him, and it was beside Eleanor he ensconcedhimself upon one of the pillow-laden settees.

  "Where on earth have you been, you tramp?" asked Hadyn where he swayedidly back and forth in a hammock, Jean nestling beside him. Jean wasnever ten feet from Hadyn if she could help it. His arm encircled her,and her head rested against his shoulder as she watched Forbes. Jean wasgrowing into a very beautiful young girl, though still a child at heart."A thin slip of a girl like a new morn" exactly described her. ThoughJean was not thin. She was simply lithe and supple.

  "Just on one of my strolls up the mountain. Great old mountain! Fineview up there! Wonderful place for a residence!" replied Forbes,devouring jumbles at an alarming rate and quenching his thirst withglass after glass of lemonade.

  "Great if you have an idea of perfecting an aeroplane. Personally, I'dnot relish rambling up there twice daily, and at present the trailleaves something to be desired for vehicles which navigate upon thismundane sphere," laughed Hadyn.

  "How do you know that Mr. Forbes hasn't already invented an air-ship?"asked Constance. "I hear he goes up there very often, and he may haveways and means of which we are ignorant."

  "Only Shank's mare," answered Forbes, stretching out a pair of long,dusty legs. "Jove! I am a sight. I didn't know I was so disreputable.Beg your pardon, Mrs. Carruth, for intruding upon you like this. Truthis, I hurried down that trail like an avalanche, for I'd spent more timeat Mammy's counter than usual. By the way, Miss Constance, Mammy askedme to look up an address for her. Will you please give it to her forme?"

  "Certainly."

  "Tell her it is 620 Westbank Road."

  "Six-twenty Westbank Road!" repeated Constance, in a surprised voice."Why, that is Katherine Boggs' address, and I am almost sure that Mammyknows it. Why did she ask for Katherine's address, I wonder?"

  "Don't know, I'm sure, for Mammy's ways and wishes are beyond the ken ofthe average mortal," laughed Forbes, as he rose to take leave. As he wasabout to descend the steps he turned to Eleanor.

  "By the way, if you haven't anything special on hand for to-morrowafternoon, won't you come for a stroll with me?" he asked.

  "Now, don't you do it, Eleanor," broke in Hadyn. "He means to drag youclear to the top of that mountain, and these July days are over-warm forviolent exertion. Can't you see, Forbes, that the very thought of it ismaking her cheeks flush?"

  "Here, eat another jumble, quick!" cried Constance, catching up theplate and rushing to the hammock.

  Eleanor and Forbes had sauntered off down the terrace. Hadyn took ajumble, and with a laugh crowded the whole cake into his mouth, his eyesdancing with mischief.

  At that moment Mammy popped her head out upon the piazza to ask:

  "Is yo' chillen all got 'nough jumbles?"

  "One of them has more than he can manage," was Constance's merry reply."Look at him, Mammy. It was the only way I could close his mouth when hewas inclined to say more than was wise."

  "Don' believe dat, nohow. Marse Hadyn ain' never is ter say wha' he nob'isness ter," asserted Mammy.

  "Hah! I've _one_ champion, anyway," choked Hadyn.

  "Two," corrected Jean.

  "Oh, Mammy," called Constance after the retreating figure. "Mr. Forbessays the address you wanted is 620 Westbank Road."

  "Huh? Wha' yo' say?" cried Mammy, whirling about and coming out upon thepiazza again, her face a study.

  "Yes, Miss Boggs' address, Mammy. Why did you ask Mr. Forbes about it? Icould have given it to you, you know."

  "My Lawd!" was Mammy's brief retort, and, turning as quickly as she hadcome, she hurried indoors once more.

  "I shall never understand Mammy if I live to be a hundred years old"said Constance. "I often believe I've solved her riddle, then presto!here come
s a new phase."

  "Leave her alone, Constance. Don't try to solve it. Just take her as sheis, and make sure that her 'chillen' come first in her thoughts," saidHadyn. "But, by the by, will you come for a ride to-morrow afternoon?"

  "Gladly."