Hidden Hand Part 28
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Bill Ezy was whimpering; Wool was sobbing aloud; Old Hurricane was roaring at them both as he drove them on before him, swearing that Ezy should go and find himself a new home and Wool should go and seek another master.
And for this cause Old Hurricane was driving them on to his study, that he might pay the overseer his last quarter's salary and give the servant a written order to find a master.
He raged past Capitola in the hall, and, meeting Mrs. Condiment at the study door, ordered her to bring in her account book directly, for that he would not be imposed upon any longer, but meant to drive all the lazy, idle, dishonest eye-servants and time-servers from the house and land!
"What's the matter now?" said Capitola, meeting her.
"Oh, child, he's in his terrible tantrums again! He gets into these ways every once in a while, when a young calf perishes, or a sheep is stolen, or anything goes amiss, and then he abuses us all for a pack of loiterers, sluggards and thieves, and pays us off and orders us off. We don't go, of course, because we know he doesn't mean it; still, it is very trying to be talked to so. Oh, I should go, but Lord, child, he's a bear, but we love him."
Just as she spoke the study door opened and Bill Ezy came out sobbing, and Wool lifting up his voice and fairly roaring.
Mrs. Condiment stepped out of the parlor door.
"What's the matter, you blockhead?" she asked of Wool.
"Oh! boo-hoo-woo! Ole ma.r.s.e been and done and gone and guv me a line to find an--an--another--boo-hoo-woo!" sobbed Wool, ready to break his heart.
"Give you a line to find another boo-hoo-woo! I wouldn't do it, if I were you, Wool," said Capitola.
"Give me the paper, Wool," said Mrs. Condiment, taking the "permit" and tearing it up, and adding:
"There, now, you go home to your quarter, and keep out of your old master's sight until he gets over his anger, and then you know very well that it will be all right. There, go along with you."
Wool quickly got out of the way and made room for the overseer, who was sniveling like a whipped schoolboy, and to whom the housekeeper said:
"I thought you were wiser than to take this so to heart, Mr. Ezy."
"Oh, mum, what could you expect? An old sarvint as has sarved the major faithful these forty years, to be discharged at sixty-five! Oh, hoo-ooo-oo!" whimpered the overseer.
"But then you have been discharged so often you ought to be used to it by this time. You get discharged, just as Wool gets sold, about once a month--but do you ever go?"
"Oh, mum, but he's in airnest this time; 'deed he is, mum; terrible in airnest; and all about that misfortnet bobtail colt getting stole. I know how it wur some of Black Donald's gang as done it--as if I could always be on my guard against them devils; and he means it this time, mum; he's terrible in airnest!"
"Tut! he's always in earnest for as long as it lasts; go home to your family and to-morrow go about your business as usual."
Here the study bell rang violently and Old Hurricane's voice was heard calling, "Mrs. Condiment! Mrs. Condiment!"
"Oh, Lor', he's coming!" cried Bill Ezy, running off as fast as his age and grief would let him.
"Mrs. Condiment! Mrs. Condiment!" called the voice.
"Yes, sir, yes," answered the housekeeper, hurrying to obey the call.
Capitola walked up and down the hall for half an hour, at the end of which Mrs. Condiment came out "with a smile on her lip and a tear in her eye," and saying:
"Well, Miss Capitola, I'm paid off and discharged also."
"What for?"
"For aiding and abetting the rebels; in a word, for trying to comfort poor Ezy and Wool."
"And are you going?"
"Certainly not; I shan't budge; I would not treat the old man so badly as to take him at his word." And, with a strange smile, Mrs. Condiment hurried away just in time to escape Old Hurricane, who came raving out of the study.
"Get out of my way, you beggar!" he cried, pus.h.i.+ng past Capitola and hurrying from the house.
"Well, I declare, that was pleasant!" thought Cap, as she entered the parlor.
"Mrs. Condiment, what will he say when he comes back and finds you all here still?" she asked.
"Say? Nothing. After this pa.s.sion is over he will be so exhausted that he will not be able to get up another rage in two or three days."
"Where has he gone?"
"To Tip-Top, and alone, too; he was so mad with poor Wool that he wouldn't even permit him to attend."
"Alone? Has he gone alone? Oh, won't I give him a dose when he comes back," thought Capitola.
Meanwhile Old Hurricane stormed along toward Tip-Top, las.h.i.+ng off the poor dogs that wished to follow him and cutting at every living thing that crossed his path. His business at the village was to get bills printed and posted offering an additional reward for the apprehension of "the marauding outlaw, Black Donald." That day he dined at the village tavern--"The Antlers," by Mr. Merry--and differed, disputed or quarrelled, as the case might be, with every man with whom he came in contact.
Toward evening he set off for home. It was much later than his usual hour for returning; but he felt weary, exhausted and indisposed to come into his own dwelling where his furious temper had created so much unhappiness. Thus, though it was very late, he did not hurry; he almost hoped that every one might be in bed when he should return. The moon was s.h.i.+ning brightly when he pa.s.sed the gate and rode up the evergreen avenue to the horse-block in front of the house. There he dismounted and walked up into the piazza, where a novel vision met his surprised gaze.
It was Capitola, walking up and down the floor with rapid, almost masculine strides, and apparently in a state of great excitement.
"Oh, is it you, my little Cap? Good evening, my dear," he said, very kindly.
Capitola "pulled up" in her striding walk, wheeled around, faced him, drew up her form, folded her arms, threw back her head, set her teeth and glared at him.
"What the demon do you mean by that?" cried Old Hurricane.
"Sir!" she exclaimed, bringing down one foot with a sharp stamp; "sir!
how dare you have the impudence to face me? much less the--the--the--the bra.s.s! the bronze! the copper! to speak to me!"
"Why, what in the name of all the lunatics in Bedlam does the girl mean?
Is she crazy?" exclaimed the old man, gazing upon her in astonishment.
Capitola turned and strode furiously up and down the piazza, and then, stopping suddenly and facing him, with a sharp stamp of her foot exclaimed:
"Old gentleman! Tell me instantly and without prevarication, where have you been?"
"To the demon with you! What do you mean? Have you taken leave of your senses?" demanded Old Hurricane.
Capitola strode up and down the floor a few times, and, stopping short and shaking her fist, exclaimed:
"Didn't you know, you headstrong, reckless, desperate, frantic veteran--didn't you know the jeopardy in which you placed yourself in riding out alone at this hour? Suppose three or four great runaway negresses had sprung out of the bushes and--and--and----" She broke off apparently for want of breath, and strode up and down the floor; then, pausing suddenly before him, with a stern stamp of her foot and a fierce glare of her eye, she continued:
"You shouldn't have come back here any more! No dishonored old man should have entered the house of which I call myself the mistress!"
Hidden Hand Part 28
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