“It was very wicked of you,” said Patsy, soberly, from her father’s lap.
“As it turned out,” continued the little man, “Jane’s desire to leave her money to her nieces amounted to nothing, for the money wasn’t hers. But I must say it was kind of her to put me down for five thousand dollars — now, wasn’t it?”
The Major grinned.
“And that’s the whole story, my friends. After Jane’s death you offered me a home — the best you had to give — and I accepted it. I had to come to New York anyway, you know, for Isham, Marvin & Co. have been my bankers for years, and there was considerable business to transact with them. I think that’s all, isn’t it?”
“Then this house is yours?” said Patsy, wonderingly.
“No, my dear; the whole block belongs to you and here’s the deed for it,” drawing a package of papers from his pocket. “It’s a very good property, Patsy, and the rents you get from the other five flats will be a fortune in themselves.”
For a time the three sat in silence. Then the girl whispered, softly:
“Why are you so good to me, Uncle John?”
“Just because I like you, Patsy, and you are my niece.”
“And the other nieces?”
“Well, I don’t mean they shall wait for my death to be made happy,” answered Uncle John. “Here’s a paper that gives to Louise’s mother the use of a hundred thousand dollars, as long as she lives. After that Louise will have the money to do as she pleases with.”
“How fine!” cried Patsy, clapping her hands joyfully.
“And here’s another paper that gives Professor De Graf the use of another hundred thousand. Beth is to have it when he dies. She’s a sensible girl, and will take good care of it.”
“Indeed she will!” said Patsy.
“And now,” said Uncle John, “I want to know if I can keep my little room in your apartments, Patsy; or if you’d prefer me to find another boarding place.”
“Your home is here as long as you live, Uncle John. I never meant to part with you, when I thought you poor, and I’ll not desert you now that I know you’re rich.”
“Well said, Patsy!” cried the Major.
And Uncle John smiled and kissed the girl and then lighted his pipe again, for it had gone out.
AUNT JANE’S NIECES ABROAD
Baum donned his Edith Van Dyne disguise for Aunt Jane’s Nieces Abroad, the second in the long running series. Reilly & Britton published the novel in 1907, illustrated by Emile A. Nelson. Baum used his own recent travel experiences to give color and drama to the novel, as the girls and their eccentric Uncle John travel through Europe, manage to be on hand for the eruption of Mt. Vesuvius, meet a counterfeit nobleman and a dastardly villain. The exciting plot includes a kidnapping, ransom money and disguises.
First edition copy of Aunt Jane’s Nieces Abroad
CONTENTS
PREFATORY:
CHAPTER I
CHAPTER II
CHAPTER III
CHAPTER IV
CHAPTER V
CHAPTER VI
CHAPTER VII
CHAPTER VIII
CHAPTER IX
CHAPTER X
CHAPTER XI
CHAPTER XII
CHAPTER XIII
CHAPTER XIV
CHAPTER XV
CHAPTER XVI
CHAPTER XVII
CHAPTER XVIII
CHAPTER XIX
CHAPTER XX
CHAPTER XXI
CHAPTER XXII
CHAPTER XXIII
CHAPTER XXIV
CHAPTER XXV
CHAPTER XXVI
CHAPTER XXVII
CHAPTER XXVIII
CHAPTER XXIX
CHAPTER XXX
CHAPTER XXXI
PREFATORY:
The author is pleased to be able to present a sequel to “Aunt Jane’s Nieces,” the book which was received with so much favor last year. Yet it is not necessary one should have read the first book to fully understand the present volume, the characters being taken to entirely new scenes.
The various foreign localities are accurately described, so that those who have visited them will recognize them at once, while those who have not been so fortunate may acquire a clear conception of them. It was my good fortune to be an eye witness of the recent great eruption of Vesuvius.
Lest I be accused of undue sensationalism in relating the somewhat dramatic Sicilian incident, I will assure my reader that the story does not exaggerate present conditions in various parts of the island. In fact, Il Duca and Tato are drawn from life, although they did not have their mountain lair so near to Taormina as I have ventured to locate it. Except that I have adapted their clever system of brigandage to the exigencies of this story, their history is truly related. Many who have travelled somewhat outside the beaten tracks in Sicily will frankly vouch for this statement.
Italy is doing its best to suppress the Mafia and to eliminate brigandage from the beautiful islands it controls, but so few of the inhabitants are Italians or in sympathy with the government that the work of reformation is necessarily slow. Americans, especially, must exercise caution in travelling in any part of Sicily; yet with proper care not to tempt the irresponsible natives, they are as safe in Sicily as they are at home.
Aunt Jane’s nieces are shown to be as frankly adventurous as the average clear headed American girl, but their experiences amid the environments of an ancient and still primitive civilization are in no wise extraordinary.
Edith Van Dyne.
CHAPTER I
THE DOYLES ARE ASTONISHED
It was Sunday afternoon in Miss Patricia Doyle’s pretty flat at 3708 Willing Square. In the small drawing room Patricia — or Patsy, as she preferred to be called — was seated at the piano softly playing the one “piece” the music teacher had succeeded in drilling into her flighty head by virtue of much patience and perseverance. In a thick cushioned morris-chair reclined the motionless form of Uncle John, a chubby little man in a gray suit, whose features were temporarily eclipsed by the newspaper that was spread carefully over them. Occasionally a gasp or a snore from beneath the paper suggested that the little man was “snoozing” as he sometimes gravely called it, instead of listening to the music.
Major Doyle sat opposite, stiffly erect, with his admiring eyes full upon Patsy. At times he drummed upon the arms of his chair in unison with the music, nodding his grizzled head to mark the time as well as to emphasize his evident approbation. Patsy had played this same piece from start to finish seven times since dinner, because it was the only one she knew; but the Major could have listened to it seven hundred times without the flicker of an eyelash. It was not that he admired so much the “piece” the girl was playing as the girl who was playing the “piece.” His pride in Patsy was unbounded. That she should have succeeded at all in mastering that imposing looking instrument — making it actually “play chunes” — was surely a thing to wonder at. But then, Patsy could do anything, if she but tried.
Suddenly Uncle John gave a dreadful snort and sat bolt upright, gazing at his companions with a startled look that melted into one of benign complacency as he observed his surroundings and realized where he was. The interruption gave Patsy an opportunity to stop playing the tune. She swung around on the stool and looked with amusement at her newly awakened uncle.
“You’ve been asleep,” she said.
“No, indeed; quite a mistake,” replied the little man, seriously. “I’ve only been thinking.”
“An’ such beautchiful thoughts,” observed the Major, testily, for he resented the interruption of his Sunday afternoon treat. “You thought ‘em aloud, sir, and the sound of it was a bad imithation of a bullfrog in a marsh. You’ll have to give up eating the salad, sir.”
“Bah! don’t I know?” asked Uncle John, indignantly.
“Well, if your knowledge is better than our hearing, I suppose you do,” retorted the Major. “But to an ignorant individual like meself the impres
sion conveyed was that you snored like a man that has forgotten his manners an’ gone to sleep in the prisence of a lady.”
“Then no one has a better right to do that,” declared Patsy, soothingly; “and I’m sure our dear Uncle John’s thoughts were just the most beautiful dreams in the world. Tell us of them, sir, and we’ll prove the Major utterly wrong.”
Even her father smiled at the girl’s diplomacy, and Uncle John, who was on the verge of unreasonable anger, beamed upon her gratefully.
“I’m going to Europe,” he said.
The Major gave an involuntary start, and then turned to look at him curiously.
“And I’m going to take Patsy along,” he continued, with a mischievous grin.
The Major frowned.
“Conthrol yourself, sir, until you are fully awake,” said he. “You’re dreaming again.”
Patsy swung her feet from side to side, for she was such a little thing that the stool raised her entirely off the floor. There was a thoughtful look on her round, freckled face, and a wistful one in her great blue eyes as the full meaning of Uncle John’s abrupt avowal became apparent.
The Major was still frowning, but a half frightened expression had replaced the one of scornful raillery. For he, too, knew that his eccentric brother-in-law was likely to propose any preposterous thing, and then carry it out in spite of all opposition. But to take Patsy to Europe would be like pulling the Major’s eye teeth or amputating his good right arm. Worse; far worse! It would mean taking the sunshine out of her old father’s sky altogether, and painting it a grim, despairing gray.
But he resolved not to submit without a struggle.
“Sir,” said he, sternly — he always called his brother-in-law “sir” when he was in a sarcastic or reproachful mood — ”I’ve had an idea for some time that you were plotting mischief. You haven’t looked me straight in the eye for a week, and you’ve twice been late to dinner. I will ask you to explain to us, sir, the brutal suggestion you have just advanced.”
Uncle John laughed. In the days when Major Doyle had thought him a poor man and in need of a helping hand, the grizzled old Irishman had been as tender toward him as a woman and studiously avoided any speech or epithet that by chance might injure the feelings of his dead wife’s only brother. But the Major’s invariable courtesy to the poor or unfortunate was no longer in evidence when he found that John Merrick was a multi-millionaire with a strongly defined habit of doing good to others and striving in obscure and unconventional ways to make everybody around him happy. His affection for the little man increased mightily, but his respectful attitude promptly changed, and a chance to reprove or discomfit his absurdly rich brother-in-law was one of his most satisfactory diversions. Uncle John appreciated this, and holding the dignified Major in loving regard was glad to cross swords with him now and then to add variety to their pleasant relations.
“It’s this way, Major Doyle,” he now remarked, coolly. “I’ve been worried to death, lately, over business matters; and I need a change.”
“Phoo! All your business is attended to by Isham, Marvin & Co. You’ve no worry at all. Why, we’ve just made you a quarter of a million in C.H. & D’s.”
The “we” is explained by stating that the Major held an important position in the great banking house — a position Mr. Merrick had secured for him some months previously.
“That’s it!” said Uncle John. “You’ve made me a quarter of a million that I don’t want. The C.H. & D. stocks were going to pieces when I bought them, and I had reason to hope I’d lose a good round sum on them. But the confounded luck turned, and the result is an accumulation of all this dreadful money. So, my dear Major, before I’m tempted to do some-other foolish thing I’ve determined to run away, where business can’t follow me, and where by industry and perseverance I can scatter some of my ill-gotten gains.”
The Major smiled grimly.
“That’s Europe, right enough,” he said. “And I don’t object, John, to your going there whenever you please. You’re disgracefully countryfied and uninformed for a man of means, and Europe’ll open your eyes and prove to you how insignificant you really are. I advise you to visit Ireland, sor, which I’m reliably informed is the centhral jewel in Europe’s crown of beauty. Go; and go whinever you please, sor; but forbear the wickedness of putting foolish thoughts into our Patsy’s sweet head. She can’t go a step, and you know it. It’s positive cruelty to her, sir, to suggest such a thing!”
The Major’s speech had a touch of the brogue when he became excited, but recovered when he calmed down.
“Why, you selfish old humbug!” cried Uncle John, indignantly. “Why can’t she go, when there’s money and time to spare? Would you keep her here to cuddle and spoil a vigorous man like yourself, when she can run away and see the world and be happy?”
“It’s a great happiness to cuddle the Major,” said Patsy, softly; “and the poor man needs it as much as he does his slippers or his oatmeal for breakfast.”
“And Patsy has the house to look after,” added the Major, complacently.
Uncle John gave a snort of contempt.
“For an unreasonable man, show me an Irishman,” he remarked. “Here you’ve been telling me how Europe is an education and a delight, and in the next breath you deliberately deprive your little daughter, whom you pretend to love, of the advantages she might gain by a trip abroad! And why? Just because you want her yourself, and might be a bit lonesome without her. But I’ll settle that foolishness, sir, in short order. You shall go with us.”
“Impossible!” ejaculated the Major. “It’s the time of year I’m most needed in the office, and Mr. Marvin has been so kind and considerate that I won’t play him a dirty trick by leaving him in the lurch.”
Patsy nodded approval.
“That’s right, daddy,” she said.
Uncle John lay back in the chair and put the newspaper over his face again. Patsy and her father stared at one another with grave intentness. Then the Major drew out his handkerchief and mopped his brow.
“You’d like to go, mavourneen?” he asked, softly.
“Yes, daddy; but I won’t, of course.”
“Tut-tut! don’t you go putting yourself against your old father’s will, Patsy. It’s not so far to Europe,” he continued, thoughtfully, “and you won’t be away much longer than you were when you went to Elmhurst after Aunt Jane’s money — which you didn’t get. Mary takes fine care of our little rooms, and doubtless I shall be so busy that I won’t miss you at all, at all.”
“Daddy!”
She was in his lap, now, her chubby arms clasped around his neck and her soft cheek laid close beside his rough and ruddy one.
“And when ye get back, Patsy darlin’,” he whispered, tenderly stroking her hair, “the joy of the meeting will make up for all that we’ve suffered. It’s the way of life, mavourneen. Unless a couple happens to be Siamese twins, they’re bound to get separated in the course of events, more or less, if not frequently.”
“I won’t go, daddy.”
“Oh, yes you will. It’s not like you to be breakin’ my heart by stayin’ home. Next week, said that wicked old uncle — he remoinds me of the one that tried to desthroy the Babes in the Woods, Patsy dear. You must try to reclaim him to humanity, for I’m hopin’ there’s a bit of good in the old rascal yet.” And he looked affectionately at the round little man under the newspaper.
Uncle John emerged again. It was wonderful how well he understood the Doyle family. His face was now smiling and wore a look of supreme satisfaction.
“Your selfishness, my dear Major,” said he, “is like the husk on a cocoanut. When you crack it there’s plenty of milk within — and in your case it’s the milk of human kindness. Come! let’s talk over the trip.”
CHAPTER II
UNCLE JOHN MAKES PLANS
“The thought came to me a long time ago,” Uncle John resumed; “but it was only yesterday that I got all the details fixed and settled in my mind. I’ve bee
n a rough old duffer, Patsy, and in all my hard working life never thought of such a thing as travelling or enjoying myself until I fell in with you, and you taught me how pleasant it is to scatter sunshine in the hearts of others. For to make others happy means a lot of joy for yourself — a secret you were trying to keep from me, you crafty young woman, until I discovered it by accident. Now, here I am with three nieces on my hands — ”
“You may say two, sir,” interrupted the Major. “Patsy can take care of herself.”
“Hold your tongue,” said Uncle John. “I say I’ve got three nieces — as fine a trio of intelligent, sweet and attractive young women as you’ll run across in a month of Sundays. I dare you to deny it, sir. And they are all at an age when an European trip will do them a world of good. So off we go, a week from Tuesday, in the first-class steamer ‘Princess Irene,’ bound from New York for the Bay of Naples!”
Patsy’s eyes showed her delight. They fairly danced.
“Have you told Beth and Louise?” she asked.
His face fell.
“Not yet,” he said. “I’d forgotten to mention it to them.”
“For my part,” continued the girl, “I can get ready in a week, easily. But Beth is way out in Ohio, and we don’t know whether she can go or not.”
“I’ll telegraph her, and find out,” said Uncle John.
“Do it to-day,” suggested the Major.
“I will.”
“And to-morrow you must see Louise,” added Patsy. “I’m not sure she’ll want to go, dear. She’s such a social butterfly, you know, that her engagements may keep her at home.”
“Do you mean to say she’s engaged?” asked Mr. Merrick, aghast.
“Only for the parties and receptions, Uncle. But it wouldn’t surprise me if she was married soon. She’s older than Beth or me, and has a host of admirers.”
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