Jessica, the Heiress Part 10

It was Wolfgang's turn to interpose, and he did so, sternly:

"Elsa, wife! Three thousand dollars, and I not know it! How dare you?"

"Ach! how not dare I? It was the new pick, or the new pushcart, or the new everything, is it not so? Well, then, if one would save one need not tell."

Mrs. Trent's face saddened, and, seeing this, Jessica impatiently exclaimed:

"Oh, I hate money! It's always that which makes the trouble. It was about money that those New York folks made such wicked charges against my father. It was for a little money that you 'boys' were so quick to ruin 'Forty-niner's' character. It was money, and the greed for it, that changed Antonio from a good to a bad man."

"Hold on, captain. There wasn't ever any 'change' in him. He was born that way."

"He was born a baby, wasn't he, John? All babies are good, I s'pose.

It's loving money has made Ferd do such dreadful things; and now, over a little money, Wolfgang and Elsa are quarreling, though I never heard them speak crossly to each other before. Oh, I hate it! Give it all back to her, mother dear, and let us forget all that Pedro said. I, for my part, hope his old copper mine will never be dug out."

Some who heard her laughed, but the mother grew even graver than at first, and looked searchingly into her daughter's face. Again there came to her mind the consciousness that the little girl was growing up in a strange fas.h.i.+on; seeming both too wise and too simple for her years. It could never be any different at Sobrante, where one and all conspired to spoil her, though innocently enough, and from pure affection. How could she, single-handed, combat these hurtful influences?

The answer came swiftly enough in a second thought: "Money."

If there were but a little more of that power for good as well as evil in her possession she could send the child to some fine school and have her educated properly. The separation would be like death in life to herself, but what true mother ever thought of self where her child was concerned? Certainly, not Gabriella Trent. It was with a little sigh that she put her arm about Lady Jess and drew her to her side, saying:

"Here, daughter, you and John examine these bags together, while the rest of us look on and tally for you. I want Elsa to have her own, at once."

They moved the books and papers from the table, and Jessica emptied the contents of the bags into one gleaming heap near the big lamp, whose light gave an added radiance to the coins, making more than one pair of eyes sparkle and stare. None could remember ever to have seen so large an amount displayed outside a bank window.

Even John's hands trembled slightly as he began to count the double eagles first, pus.h.i.+ng each five of these toward his small co-laborer and reckoning:

"One hundred. Two hundred. Three hundred--one thousand!"

"One thousand!" echoed Jessica, in turn handing the pile to her mother, while the others watched, counting each for himself in silence, ready to check any blunder that might be made.

That is, the men were silent, but Elsa and Aunt Sally rather disturbed the proceedings; the former, by eagerly reaching out for the piles as each was arranged before the mistress, and being as regularly rebuked by the latter.

"There you go again, woman! How can they count right if you don't have patience? Keep your hands still, do," said Mrs. Benton.

"Keep your tongue, mother, too. Two thousand!" rejoined John.

"Two--thousand!" cried Jessica, tallying. But her voice had now lost its impatience, and she began to have a very different feeling in regard to this "money," which looked so real, and was so much needed at Sobrante. If Pedro's "copper" could be trans.m.u.ted into s.h.i.+ning golden eagles, why, after all, she guessed she didn't hate it quite so much.

"Three--thousand--and--ain't half--touched yet!" gasped Samson, throwing up his great hands in a gesture of astonishment.

Elsa was also gasping then, and the expression of her face was changing into one from which Mrs. Trent involuntarily turned her eyes.

Cunning and avarice predominated, and in the woman's throat was a curious clicking sound, as if she had lost and were trying to find her voice. Which, when found, seemed not to belong to the good-natured Elsa, so changed it was:

"Ach, me! But I forgot already. I guess--it was not three t'ousand; it was two times so much. That was seven t'ousand, is it not? The money of this America--it so confuse, yes," and she tapped her forehead with one fat finger, while her eyes grew beady, and seemed to shrink in size as they gazed upon the wealth she coveted.

But Wolfgang would have none of this. He was as honest as the sun, and, till that moment, had supposed his wife to be of one mind with him. Indeed, honest she had been, in thought and deed, until that terrible temptation was spread before her.

"Elsa! Elsa Winkler! Is it my wife you was and would lie--lie--for a bit of that rubbis.h.!.+"

"'Rubbish' is good," commented "Marty," under his breath, but n.o.body smiled.

The woman cowered. Accustomed as she was to domineer over the seemingly weak-willed man, there had been times, within her memory, when he had thrown off her rule and a.s.serted himself to a degree that terrified her. She had stumbled upon one of those times now, and sank back in her place with a deprecating gesture, advancing the flimsy protest:

"Are they not my bags, so? Sewed I them not with my own hands out of the skin of the little kid was killed? The covers I knitted with----"

The miner raised his hand, and she dropped her eyes before him.

"Give her what belongs, if you will, good lady, and let us be gone,"

he said, pulling his forelock respectfully to Mrs. Trent.

"Gone! Why no, Wolfgang, not to-night. It's a long way, and you should wait till morning. Indeed, you should," she replied, at the same time sending a questioning glance toward John Benton, and pus.h.i.+ng toward Elsa all the empty bags and three of the thousand dollar piles.

For the carpenter nodded swift acquiescence, on his part longing to be rid of "them miserly Dutchmen, barring the man."

Elsa rapidly recounted, and bestowed the eagles within their receptacles, and these again, wrapped in a handkerchief, within her bosom. Then, as coolly as if she had not made an unpleasant exhibition of herself, she turned to her hostess and smiled:

"I go now, mistress. I thank you already for one good time I have. It is to buy the mine, one day, for my child. I must be going. Yes, I must. The stew! Ach! how I forgot! The cat--it was a good stew, no?

And the cat has eat the stew!"

"Then you'd better stew the cat!" suggested Marty, with a facetiousness to which she paid no heed.

Holding out her hand for Otto to take it, she commanded:

"Little heart, but come. It is in bed you should be, yes. Good-by, all," adding in German, "May you sleep well!"

Wolfgang followed the retreating pair, but turned on the threshold to make his obeisance to the ranch mistress, and to say, "At your service, good lady. My pick and my head." Then, bowing again toward all the company, he disappeared.

Everybody felt the relief of their departure, and Aunt Sally humorously threw a kiss after them, remarking, with a sniff:

"Blessed be nothing, if somethin' is going to make a hog out of a decent woman. That there Elsy'd been content with half she got if she hadn't seen the rest that heap. I'm a good deal like Jessie, here. I think money's the root of all evil."

"That ain't an original observation, mother, though you do speak as if it was. Money's the root of a pretty consid'able comfort, too; and I'd like to know, for one, where in creation all this that's left came from," returned John.

"There's no doubt in my mind, that it came out of the Trent pocketbook, every dollar of it!" said Samson. "But how it came into Ferd's fist is more'n I can guess. Seems if even a half-wit would steal from his own brother, and it must have pa.s.sed through Antonio's hands first."

"Antonio's brother!" cried Marty, incredulously.

"That's the true word. Pedro knew it, and the master knew it. The 'admiral' heard it, first, to-day; along with that other secret about the copper. Ain't any harm in mentioning it, is there?" said Samson.

The lady laughed, and answered:

"Even if there were the harm is done, herder. But that's right. I wish no secrets at Sobrante. I like to feel that we are all one family in interests and affection, as my husband wished. And now remains this gold. What is to be done with it? Where shall we bestow it that it may be both safe and ready when needed?"

Aunt Sally immediately went and closed the door and locked it; then fastened the windows and pulled the shades over them. At which a shout arose that the old lady heeded not a whit. She clasped her hands over her breast and her round face turned pale, as she whispered shrilly enough for all to hear:

"We're undone! We're all undone! We're a pa.s.sel of fools--and--and---- Oh, suz!"

Down she dropped into a chair, and there was no more laughter. She was not a timid woman, and her fright was evident. Her son stepped to her side and laid his hand on her shaking shoulder, demanding: