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"How know you that?" demanded Jack.
"'T is--'t is easily fancied."
Brereton's free arm encircled the girl. "Try to fancy it,"
he entreated. "And never again say that I do not ask permission."
A mile down the road Jack halted. "I'll not let you go further," he groaned; "nor must I linger, for reminder of my wound still troubles me if I ride too quick."
"Why did you not tell me you had been wounded when you took me away from the ball?" asked Janice, reproachfully.
"'T was not once in my thoughts that evening, nor was anything else save you."
"I can make all sorts of preserves and jellies and pickles, and next winter I'll send you some to camp."
"That you shall not," a.s.serted the aide; "for the day we go into winter quarters sees me back here to dance at your wedding."
"Hadst better wait till thou art invited, sir?" suggested Janice, saucily.
"What? A revolt on my hands already!" exclaimed the officer.
"T is you are the rebel."
"Then you are my prisoner," retorted Jack, catching her in his arms.
"You Whigs are a lawless lot!"
"Toward avowed Tories, ay--and a good serve-out to them."
"But I gave my word to his Excellency that from henceforth I'd be Whiggish, so you've no right to treat me as one."
"Then I'll not," agreed the lover. "And since I plundered from you while you were against us, 't is only right that I should return what I took." He kissed her thrice tenderly. "Good-by, my sweet," he said, and, releasing her, mounted. "'T is fortunate I depend not on my own legs, for they 'd never consent to carry me away from you." He started his horse, but turned in his saddle to call back: "'T will not be later than the first of November, with or without permission," and throwing a last kiss with his hand, spurred away.
Till Jack pa.s.sed from view, the girl's eyes followed him then, with a look of dreaminess in her eyes, she walked slowly back to Greenwood, so abstracted by her thoughts that she spoke not a word to the attendant hound.
Whatever might be the inclination of the girl, her mother gave her little chance to dream in the next few days. Not merely was there much about house and garden to be brought into order, but Mrs. Meredith succeeded in bargaining their standing crop of gra.s.s in exchange for a milch cow, and to Janice was a.s.signed both its milking and care, while the chickens likewise became her particular charge. From stores in the attic the mother produced pieces of whole cloth, and Janice was set at work on dresses and underclothes to resupply their depleted wardrobes. Not content with this, Mrs. Meredith drew from the same source unspun wool and unhatch.e.l.led flax, and the girl was put to spinning both into thread and yarn, that Peg might weave them into cloth, against the need of winter.
From five in the morning till eight at night there was occupation for all; and so tired was the maiden that she gladly enough heard her mother's decree that their small supply of candles should not be used, but that they should go to bed with the sun.
They were thus already asleep by ten o'clock one August evening, when there came a gentle knocking on the back door, which, after several repet.i.tions, ceased, but only to be resumed a moment later on the front one. Neither summons receiving any attention, a succession of pebbles were thrown against Janice's window, finally bringing the sleeper back to wakefulness.
Her first feeling, as she became conscious of the cause, was one of fear, and her instinct was to pay no attention to the outsider. After one or two repet.i.tions, however, of the disquieting taps, she stole to the window, and, keeping herself hidden, peeped out. All she could see was a man standing close to a shrub, as if to take advantage of its concealment, who occasionally raised an arm and tossed a pebble against the panes. Really alarmed, the girl was on the point of seeking her mother, when her eyes took in the fact that Clarion was standing beside the cause of her fright, and seeking, so far as he could, to win his attention. Rea.s.sured, the girl raised the sash, and instantly her father's voice broke upon her ears.
"Down with ye, Jan," he said, "and let me get under cover."
Both anxious and delighted, the girl ran downstairs and unbarred the door.
"I had begun to fear me that I had been misinformed and that ye and your mother were not hereabout," the squire began; "so 't is indeed a joy to find ye safe." And then, after Mrs. Meredith had been roused, he explained his presence.
"Though I could not get back to ye in Philadelphia, no worry I felt on your account, making sure that Lord Clowes would look to your safety. An anxious week I had after the army reached New York, till I received Colonel Brereton's letter telling me of your safety, though that only a.s.sured me as to the past, and I knew that any moment the rascally Whigs might take to persecuting ye again."
"Nay, Lambert," said Mrs. Meredith, "not a one has offered us the slightest annoyance. On the contrary, some of thy tenants have tendered us food in payment of rent, though I own that they insist upon hard bargains."
"I would I had as little complaint to make," responded the husband. "No sooner did Clinton reach New York than my appointment was taken from me, and but for Phil's kindness I should like to have starved. Though with little money himself, the boy would let me want for nothing, and but for him I should not even have been able to be here to-night"
"How was that, dadda?" asked Janice.
"'T is not to be whispered outside, Jan, but some of these same rebel Jerseymen--ay, and the Connecticut Yankees-- much prefer the ring of British guineas to the brustle of the worthless paper money of the Whigs, so almost nightly boat-loads of provisions and forage steal out of the Raritan for New York, but for which the British army would be on short commons.
Phil, who knew of this traffic, secured me pa.s.sage on one of the empty boats."
"Then the villagers know thou hast returned?" exclaimed Mrs. Meredith, anxiously.
"Not they, for those in the business are as little anxious to have it known they have been in New York as I am to have it advertised that I am here at Greenwood, and there is little danger that either of us will blab."
"Had Lord Clowes arrived in New York, Lambert?" inquired Mrs. Meredith.
"That he had, and in a mighty dudgeon he was at first against all of us: with ye for what he took offence at in Philadelphia, and with me because I hold to my promise to Phil.
But when he had word that I was coming here, he sought me out in a great turn-over, and said if I brought ye back to New York his house should be at our service, and that we should want for nothing. There is no doubt, la.s.s, that he loves ye prodigious."
The girl s.h.i.+vered, August night though it was, but merely exclaimed, "You 'd not think of making us go to New York when we are under no necessity?"
"Not I, now that I know ye to be well off, which I feared ye were not. The nut to crack is to know whether I hadst best find safety by returning to New York, to live like a pauper on Phil, or seek to lie hid here for a three-months."
"And why three months, Lambert?" asked his wife.
"'T is thought that will serve to bring about a peace. Have ye not heard how this much-vaunted alliance with France has resulted? The French fleet and soldiers, united to a force under Sullivan, attempted to capture the British post at Newport, but oil and vinegar would not mix. The Parley-voos wanted to monopolise all the honour by having the Americans play second fiddle to them, but to this they 'd not consent; and while the two were quarrelling over it, like dogs over a bone, in steps the British, drubs the two of them, and carries off the prize. That gone, they've set to quarrelling as to whose fault it was. The feeling now is as bitter against the French as 't was against the British, and 't is thought that with this end to their hopes from the frog-eaters, they'll be glad enough to make a peace with us, the more that their paper money, the only thing that has kept them going this long, loses value daily, and they will soon have nothing with which to pay bills and soldiers."
"Thou hadst best stay here, Lambert," advised Mrs. Meredith.
"'T will be more comfortable for thee, and far happier for us."
"Remember that I run the risk of capture, wife."
"Thou canst be kept concealed from all but Peg and Sukey, who are as faithful as we."
"And I am sure if by chance you were discovered," suggested Janice, haltingly, "that Colonel Brereton would--would --save you from ill treatment."
"Colonel Brereton?"
"Ay, Lambert," spoke up Mrs. Meredith, as her daughter looked appealingly to her. "There is something yet to be told, which has won us a strong friend who would never permit thee to suffer. Colonel Brereton, to whom we owe all our present safety, has declared his attachment to Janice, and seeks her--"
"Small doubt he has," derisively interjected the squire. "I make certain that every rebel, seeing the game drawing to a close, is seeking to feather his nest."
"Nay, Lambert. 'T is obvious he truly loves our--"
"He may, but it shall not help him to her or her acres,"
again interrupted the father. "The impudence of these Whigs pa.s.ses belief. I hope ye sent him off with a bee in his breeches, Matilda."
"That we did not," denied Mrs. Meredith. "Nor wouldst thou, hadst thee been with us to realise all his goodness to us."
"Well, well," grumbled the father, resignedly, "I suppose if the times are such that we must accept favours of the rebels, we must not resent their insults. But 't is bitter to think of our good land come to such a pa.s.s that rogues like this Brereton and Bagby should dare obtrude their suits upon us."
"Oh, dadda," protested Janice, pleadingly, "'t was truly no insult he intended, but the--the highest--he spoke as if--as if--There was a tender respect in his every word and action, as if I might have been a queen. And I could not--Oh, mommy, please, please, tell it for me!"