The Madigans Part 29
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"Well, there they are," the boy said, pointing upward to the grotesque dancing shadows.
"Eh?--I beg your pardon, I--I don't understand. Just what has happened?"
asked the stranger.
"Nothin'," said Jack. "The lamp gets tipped over when they're playing Old Mother Gibson, and they just throw it out so's not to set the house afire."
"Every night?" asked the man, in the polite tone strangers adopt in striving to fathom a local mystery.
"Nope," said the boy, in a matter-of-fact tone. "They can't play it every night; sometimes their aunt won't let 'em."
"You appear to know them." There was a smile hidden beneath the voice; but Jack was thinking, not of the questioner, indistinguishable in the darkness, but of the mad carnival up yonder on the hill.
"Yep. That's Split," he said. "That one--see--with the bushy lot of hair, singing and cake-walking in front. She can do a cake-walk better'n any n.i.g.g.e.r I ever see."
"Indeed!"
"That's Frank, the baby--the one that's screamin' so. You can tell her squeals; they're laughin' ones, you know."
"I suppose I ought to know. Anyway, I'm glad to be told."
"Over on the side there, where there's a kind of blotch, is the twins; they must be fighting. Don, the dog, 's mixed up in it somehow."
"My word!" exclaimed the man, softly, to himself.
"That's Kate dancing round on the porch, and the one standing high-like, right next to the fire, with her arms up stiff, as if she was running the whole show, sort of--of--"
"A priestess, say, invocating the G.o.ddess of Kerosene!"
"Huh?--Well, that's Sissy."
"Oh, is it? Tell me--is she nice--Sissy?"
"What?" asked the boy, so surprised that he withdrew his attention from on high and stared out at the man on the door-step.
There came a laugh out of the darkness. "It is an odd question, but then everything is so odd out here, I half hoped you wouldn't notice it. But you do know them, evidently. I wonder--do you mind going up there with me and showing me the way?"
But his last question had suddenly recalled to Jack Cody the reason why he wasn't at that moment one of the dancing black figures on the hill.
The boy looked from his mother's wrapper to the man's face, growing more distinct now, out on the door-step, and the amused expression he saw there his sore egotism attributed to a personal cause. So he promptly slammed the door in the man's face.
There was an instant's pause out in the blackness, made denser now that the candle's light from the cabin was cut off; then a short, nonplussed laugh.
"Miles, old chap," the young man was saying to himself, as he turned cautiously to jump from the stoop and mount the hill, "this is Bedlam you've fallen into--this mad little mining-town ten thousand miles off in a brand-new corner of the world, all hills and characters! Now, what might be the s.e.x of that animal you were talking to? And what in the name of peace are these Madigans? Are they the ones you're look--Steps, as I value my immortal soul!" he exclaimed, rubbing his s.h.i.+n where he had struck against the wandering Madigan stairway. "It would not have surprised me, now, if I had had to climb that hill on my hands and knees, and stand on my head when I got to the door, to knock at it with my heels!"
Miss Madigan's demeanor was beautiful to see. Just a bit--oh, the least bit of I-told-you-so in her manner, but also a generous willingness to postpone the acceptance of apologies due to one long misunderstood, and to take for granted the family's obligation.
"The estate must be worth at least ten thousand a year," she confided in her delighted perturbation to Frances, as she curled her hair. And Frank looked up at her, soulful and uncomprehending, and a bit cross-eyed, for the curl dangling down over her nose. "He'll marry Kate, of course--I had no idea he was so young. He'll just be the savior of the whole family. It's a providence,--Miles Madigan's dying when he did,--and wasn't it fortunate that Nora sent my letter back?... You will be good at the table, Frances, and show cousin Miles how nicely you can use your fork?... He is practically a cousin.... Have you washed your hands?"
"Hm-mm," murmured Frank, mendaciously. And then, as Aunt Anne appeared to doubt her word, "Just you ask G.o.d if I haven't," she suggested solemnly, carefully putting her hands behind her.
But Miss Madigan had no time to put questions to so distant an authority. She had Wong to placate--Wong with his wash-day face on, grim, ill-tempered, hurried, defying the world to put even the smallest additional burden on his shoulders on Monday. And Miles Morgan just arrived from Ireland!
And Francis talking to him in the library, in that distant, watchful, uncompromising way of his, that was just as likely as not to send the young man off in a huff.
"One needn't insult a man just because he's rich and a relative!" Miss Madigan's exclamation was uttered aloud unconsciously, so excited was she. It ended with a gasp, as Sissy collided with her on the way from peeking through the half-open library door at her father and his guest.
It was the bedroom, Kate's and Irene's, that Sissy was bound for; for there, in solemn conclave, the junior Madigans were a.s.sembled, waiting for their scout's report.
"He's big--but not so big as the Avalanche," she began the moment she had shut the door behind her and faced the questioning eyes that commanded her to stand and deliver. "He's straight, too, but not so poker-stiff as Mrs. Ramrod. He's got a big haw-haw voice, and scrubs every word he says with a tooth-brush before he says it. His hands are as white--as white; and they're cleaner than Crosby Pemberton's. He's got a tan s.h.i.+rt on, plaited in front, and every time Aunt Anne moves he's up like a jumping-jack till she gets sat down again. He says 'My word!' and 'in the States'--like that. He's got a mustache the color of your hair, Split, a scrubby, stiffy little mustache. His eyes are little twinkling things, and I believe--" she paused in her indictment to give the criminal the benefit of the doubt--"I do believe he had gloves on when he first came! I won't be sure; but, anyway, I hate him."
A gratified sigh rose from the Madigans a.s.sembled. It was good to have definite information, to know that this Miles Morgan was hatable. For the Madigans loved to hate any one who could put them under obligations--when they did not spend their very souls in a pa.s.sion of grat.i.tude to him. But for this interloping, distant relative from foreign sh.o.r.es they were prepared. They were ready to outrage him, to throw his patronage in his teeth, if he dared offer it, to out-Madigan the Madigans, if that were necessary; to disgust him and satisfy their pride, wounded by the insolence of his prosperity. Yes, it was good to hear Sissy's frank declaration of war. For war was as the breath of the Madigans' nostrils. They knew themselves there, and, though they might have trusted Sissy, they had feared for a moment that her report might not be all they had hoped.
"We'll show him," said Split.
"A patronizing, affected Irishman!" snorted Sissy, informally now that her official duties were ended.
"He thinks he'll come out here and run the whole family," said Fom, aggrieved.
"And show off how rich he is, and turn up his nose at things," said Bep, "and boss us. I'd like to see him try it!"
"And be shocked at what we don't know, and what we do do, and what we haven't seen and learned. I dare him just to say 'abroad' to me!" cried Kate, with a flash in her eye.
A chorus of groans went up from the indignant a.s.semblage.
"Aunt Anne," put in Frank, a bit puzzled, "says he's the savior of the fam'ly. What's a--"
"The savior of the family! The savior!" mocked Sissy, genuflecting sarcastically. "The savior of the family will have you sent to a convent, Split, 'where young ladies are taught to behave properly.' The savior'll get a nursemaid for you, Frank, and you'll have to go about always holding her hand and wearing socks in the English style that'll show your bare, naked legs and--"
"I won't! I won't!" Tears of terror stood in Frank's eyes.
"The savior'll put a stop, Fom, to your--Kate Madigan, are you changing your dress?" Sissy's voice fell suddenly, and she put the question in a calm, magisterial tone that sent every eye in the room on a query toward the eldest Madigan.
Kate turned at bay. She had slipped off her waist, and the red was flus.h.i.+ng her long throat and small, spirited face. "Well, miss, suppose I am?" she demanded hotly.
"She always changes her dress for dinner, you know," came in a sarcastic sneer from Split. "She wants to show our dear cousin how swell we are.
We all wear low-necked rigs, and father has his swallowtail, and--"
"Shall I bring you the curling-iron, Kathy?" mocked Sissy.
"Don't you want a rose for your hair, Kathleen?"
"Or a ribbon here and there, as Mrs. Ramrod says, Kitty?"
"Aunt Anne says," said Frank, feeling that this was some sort of game and that her turn had come, "he's going to mawwy you. Is he, Kate?"
The white cashmere with the red-embroidered rosebuds slipped from Kate's hand. All innocent of malicious intent, Frank's shot had scored. The cry of the Pack that leaped about her could not touch Kate after this. She was frozen in by maidenly prudery, by childish self-consciousness, by Madigan perversity. When the bell rang she went in to dinner in her old pink gingham, her head high, her lips set, her eyes unseeing.
"She's got 'em," Sissy whispered to Split.
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