The Come Back Part 1
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The Come Back.
by Carolyn Wells.
CHAPTER I
The Prophecy
Even when Peter Crane was a baby boy, with eyes the color of the chicory flowers that grow by the wayside along New England roads, and hair that rivaled the Blessed Damosel's in being "yellow like ripe corn," he was of an adventurous disposition.
His innocent face was never so devoid of guile, his winning smile never so cherubic as when he remarked that he would "jes' run froo the front gate a minyit," and the next instant he was out of sight. Far afield his roving spirit led him, and much scurrying was needed on the part of nurse or mother to bring him back.
At four he achieved a pair of most wonderful russet-topped boots,--aye, even with straps to lift himself over a fence, if a fence came his way.
And these so accentuated and emphasized his world-faring inclinations that he came to be known as Peter Boots.
The name stuck, for Peter was always ready to boot it, and all through his school and college days he led his willing mates wherever he listed.
He stalked forth and they followed; and, as he stopped not for brake and stayed not for stone, the boys who eagerly trailed Peter Boots became st.u.r.dy fellows.
And now, at twenty-seven, Peter Boots was more than st.u.r.dy. He was tall and big and strong, and the love of adventure, the dare-devil spirit of exploration still shone in his chicory blue eyes, and his indomitable will power was evident in his straight fine mouth and firm jaw.
He had traveled some, even before the war, and now, comfortably settled in his chosen niche and civilly engineering his way through the world, he grasped at vacation seasons because they offered him a chance to don his boots and be off.
This year he had a grand plan,--its objective point being nothing short of Labrador.
He had read many books of the North lands, but a delightful chance meeting with a doctor who lived up there gave him a sudden impetus to go and explore a little for himself. His decision to start was instantaneous, and there remained but to make the necessary arrangements.
For Peter Boots these arrangements consisted merely in getting two congenial companions, and to them he left all minor details of paraphernalia and equipment. Not that Peter was lazy or inclined to s.h.i.+ft his burdens to others' shoulders, but he was so engrossed with the itinerary and calculations of distance, climate and season that he had no time to engage guides or buy camp outfits.
But the two men he picked,--and who jumped at the chance,--were more than willing and perfectly capable of all this, and so all details of the expedition were carefully looked after.
There had been opposition, of course. Peter's parents were emphatically unwilling to let their only son run dangers, all the more fearsome because only vaguely apprehended.
But their big boy smiled genially at them and went on with his calculations.
His sister, too, pretty Julie, besought him not to go. "You'll get lost in the ice," she wailed, "and never come back to me--and Carly."
Now Carly,--otherwise Miss Carlotta Harper--was a disturbing element in the even tenor of Peter's life, and of late her disturbance had attained such importance that tucked away in a corner of his big, happy heart was a cozy, cuddly little notion that when he came back from Labrador he would take her to embark with him on a certain Great Adventure.
Perhaps her womanly intuition sensed danger, for Carly joined with Peter's sister in her entreaties that he spend his vacation nearer home.
"But I don't want to," stated Peter, with the air of one giving a full explanation.
"That settles it," sighed Julie; "what Peter Boots wants is law in this house."
"Autocrat! Tyrant! Oppressor!" and Carlotta wrinkled her little nose in an effort to express scornful disdain.
"Yes," Peter agreed, with his benignant smile, "despot, demagogue, dictator, oligarch, lord of the roost and c.o.c.k of the walk! It's a great thing to be monarch of all one surveys!"
"To the surveyor," flouted Carlotta, "but if you knew what the surveyed think of you!"
"I'd be all puffed up with pride and vanity, I suppose," Peter nodded his still golden head, though Time's caressing fingers had burnished the yellow to a deeper bronze.
"You'll break mother's heart," suggested Julie, but in a hopelessly resigned tone.
"Only the same old break, sister, and it's been cracked and mended so many times, I'm sure it'll stand another smash."
"Oh, he's going, and that's all there is about it," said Carlotta with the air of a fatalist.
"I'm going," Peter a.s.sented, "but that isn't all there is about it. I'm coming back!" and he looked at the girl with unmistakable intent.
"Maybe and maybe not," she returned, with crus.h.i.+ng carelessness, whether real or a.s.sumed.
"Yes, indeed, maybe and maybe not!" put in Julie. "You don't know about the prophecy, Carly! Shall I tell her, Peter?"
"Tell me, of course," and Miss Harper looked eagerly interested. "Who prophesied what? and when?"
"Oh, it was years ago," Julie began, "we met a lot of gypsies, and mother would have them tell the family fortunes. And one of them said that Peter would go off on a long journey and that he would die a terrible death and never come home."
"Oh," Carly shuddered, "don't tell me any more!"
"But the more is the best part of it," said Peter, smiling; "you see, mother was so upset by this direful news, that another gypsy took pity on her and amended my cruel fate. The second seeress declared that I must meet the destiny number one had dealt me, but that to mitigate the family grief, I would return afterwards."
"As a spook?" cried Carlotta, "how interesting!"
"Perhaps; but it doesn't interest me at present You see, this trip is not the fatal one----"
"How do you know?" from Julie.
"Oh, it's too soon. That old prophecy isn't fairly ripe yet. Moreover, I'm not ready for it. I'm going to Labrador,--and I'm coming back,--and then, if all goes well, perhaps I'll never want to go away again. And if not,----" he looked at Carly, "I may be glad to take the last and final trip! But if I go on with the program and return as my own ghost, I'll lead you girls a dance! I'll haunt you in season and out of season!"
"Pooh, I'm not afraid," Carly tossed her head; "I've no faith in any of this spiritist foolery."
"Don't call it foolery, my child," said a serious voice, as Peter's father came into the room.
Benjamin Crane gave the impression of power and gentleness, a fine combination and rarely seen in its perfection. A man of sixty, he looked older, for his thick hair was white and his smoothly shaven face was lined with deep furrows.
He joined the group of young people, and it was indicative of his nature that there was no pause in the conversation or appearance of constraint of any sort.
"But it is foolery, Mr. Crane," Carlotta defended, "I've tried the Ouija Board myself, and it's a silly business."
"Not so silly as to condemn something you know little or nothing about,"
Mr. Crane said, in his serious, kindly way. "My dear Carlotta, even though you don't 'believe in' the supernatural, do try to realize that your lack of belief doesn't bar the rest of us from having faith in revelation."
"Oh, that's all right, Mr. Crane," Carly wasn't a bit offended, "don't mind me! Believe all you want to. But, do you believe in this 'Gypsy's Warning' about Peter? That's different, you know, from the usual claptrap."
"It's not exactly a question of belief," Mr. Crane said, slowly. "You will, I am sure, agree that Peter may be killed on some of these wild and dangerous adventures in which his soul delights. Let us hope the day is far off, if it must come at all. And as to his spirit's return,--that is, of course, possible,--to my mind, at least."
"If possible, then extremely probable," declared Peter, laughing; "I've just told the girls, Dad, that I'll haunt them like a continuous performance, if conditions allow. Want me to appear to you, too?"
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