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I sat down. "Mary--Mrs.--"
"Don't bother about names just now," she interrupted; "I know who you're speaking to."
"Do you believe," I continued, looking steadfastly at her, "that Bertha Nugent loves me?"
"I don't know," she said, "that it's exactly my business to give this information, but under the circ.u.mstances I take it on myself to say that she most certainly does. And I tell you, and you may tell her if you like, that I would not have said this to you if I hadn't believed this thing ought to be clinched the minute there was a chance to do it.
It's been hanging off and on long enough. Love you? Why, bless my soul, sir, she's been thinking of nothing else for the past two or three days but the coming of the postman, expecting a letter from you, not considering that you didn't know where to address her, or that it was rather scant time for a letter to come from La Guayra, where Captain Stearns would take you if he succeeded in picking you up."
"The whole affair had a scanty air about it," said Captain Guy. "At least, that's the way I look at it."
"You've never said anything like that before," said Mary, rather sharply.
"Of course not," replied the captain. "I wanted to keep you as merry and cheerful as I could. And besides, I didn't say I had thought there was no chance of Mr. Rockwell's turning up. I only said I considered it a little scantish."
"Love you?" continued Mary Phillips; "I should say so. I should have brought her on deck to wave her handkerchief to you and kiss her hand--perhaps, when you blew the state of your feelings through a trumpet; but she wasn't strong enough. She was a pretty weak woman in body and mind about that time. But from the moment I told her, and she knew that you not only loved her, but were willing to say so, she began to mend. And how she did talk about you, and how she did long that the two s.h.i.+ps might come together again! She kept asking me what I thought about the condition of your vessel and whether it would be like to sink if a storm came on. I could not help thinking that, as far as I knew anything about s.h.i.+ps, you'd be likely to float for weeks after we'd gone down, but I didn't say that to her. And then she began to wonder if you had understood that she had received your message and was glad to get it. And I told her over and over and over again that you must have heard me, for I screamed my very loudest. I am very glad that I didn't know that you only caught those two words."
"Dear girl!" I e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed. "And did she send me a message on a life-preserver?"
"You mean to say that you got it?" cried Mary Phillips.
"No," said I; "it floated away from me. What was it?"
"I got up that little scheme," said Mary Phillips, "to quiet her. I told her that a letter might be floated to you that way, and that, anyway, it would do no harm to try. I don't know what she wrote, but she must have said a good deal, for she took a long time about it. I wrapped it up perfectly water-tight. She made the flag herself out of one of her own handkerchiefs with her initial in the corner. She said she thought you would like that."
"Oh, that it had come to me!" I cried.
"I wish from the bottom of my soul that it had," said Mary, compa.s.sionately. "It would have done you a lot of good on that lonely s.h.i.+p."
"Instead of which," observed Captain Guy, "some shark probably swallowed it, and little good it did him."
"It put a lot of affection and consideration into him," said Mary, a little brusquely, "and there are other creatures connected with the sea who wouldn't be hurt by that sort of thing."
"There's a shot into me!" cried the captain. "Don't do it again. I cry quarter!"
"I must go," I said, rising; "I can wait no longer."
"Well," said Mary, "you may not be much too soon, if you go slowly."
"But before I go," I said, "tell me this: Why did she not send me some word from Lisbon? Why did she not give Captain Stearns a line on a piece of paper or some message?"
"A line! a message!" exclaimed Mary. "She sent you a note; she sent you a dozen messages by Captain Stearns."
"And I'll wager a month's pay," said Captain Guy, "that he never delivered one of them."
"He gave me no note," I cried.
"It's in the pocket of his pea-jacket now," said Captain Chesters.
"He did deliver some messages," I said, "after I questioned him; but they were such as these: Keep up a good heart; everything's bound to be right in the end; the last to get back gets the heartiest welcome.
Now, anybody could have sent such words as those."
"Upon my word," cried Mary Phillips, "those were the messages I sent. I remember particularly the one about the last one back and the heartiest welcome."
"Confound that Stearns!" cried Captain Guy; "what did he mean by giving all his attention to you, and none to the lady that he was sent for to see?"
"Good bye, Mrs. Chesters," I said, taking her by the hand. "I can never thank you enough for what you have done for her and for me. But how you could leave her I really do not understand."
"Well," said Mary, coloring a little, "I can scarcely understand it myself; but that man would have it so, and he's terribly obstinate. But I don't feel that I've left her. She's in the best of hands, and I see her nearly every day. Here's her address, and when you meet her, Mr.
Rockwell, you'll find that in every way I've told you truly." I took a hearty leave of Captain Guy, shook Mary by the hand once more, rushed down stairs, roused the sleeping cabby, and glancing at the card, ordered him to gallop to 9 Ravisdock Terrace, Parmley Square.
I do not know how I got into the house, what I said nor what I asked, nor whether the family had had their breakfast or not; but the moment my eyes fell upon my beloved Bertha I knew that in everything Mary Phillips had told me truly. She came into the room with beaming eyes and both hands extended. With outstretched arms I rushed to meet her, and folded her to my breast. This time there was no one to object. For some moments we were speechless with joyful emotion, but there was no need of our saying anything, no need of statements nor explanations.
Mary Phillips had attended to all that.
When we had cooled down to the point of speech, I was surprised to find that I had been expected, that Bertha knew I was coming. When Mary Phillips had left me that morning to prepare my breakfast, she had sent a message to Bertha, and then she had detained me until she thought it had been received and Bertha was prepared to meet me.
"I did not want any slips or misses," she said, when she explained the matter to me afterward. "I don't want to say anything about your personal appearance, Mr. Rockwell, but there are plenty of servants in London who, if they hadn't had their orders, would shut the door in the face of a much less wild-eyed person than you were, sir, that morning."
Bertha and I were married in London, and two weeks afterward we returned to America in the new s.h.i.+p _Glaucus_, commanded by Captain Guy Chesters and his wife.
Our marriage in England instead of America was largely due to the influence of Mary Phillips, who thought it would be much safer and more prudent for us to be married before we again undertook the risks of a sea-voyage.
"n.o.body knows what may happen on the ocean," she said; "but if you're once fairly married, that much is accomplished, anyway."
Our choice of a sailing-vessel in which to make the pa.s.sage was due in a great part to our desire to keep company as long as possible with Captain Chesters and his wife, to whom we truly believed we owed each other.
When we reached New York, and Bertha and I were about to start for the Catskill Mountains, where we proposed to spend the rest of the summer, we took leave of Captain Guy and his wife with warmest expressions of friends.h.i.+p, with plans for meeting again.
Everything seemed to have turned out in the best possible way.
We had each other, and Mary Phillips had some one to manage.
We should have been grieved if we had been obliged to leave her without occupation.
At the moment of parting I drew her aside. "Mary," I said, "we have had some strange experiences together, and I shall never forget them."
"Nor shall I, sir," she answered. "Some of them were so harrowing and close-shaved, and such heart-breaking disappointments I never had. The worst of all was when you threw that rope clean over our s.h.i.+p without holding on to your end of it. I had been dead sure that the rope was going to bring us all together."
"That was a terrible mishap," I answered; "what did Bertha think of it?"
"Bless my soul!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Mary Phillips; "she wasn't on deck, and she never knew anything about it. When I am nursing up a love match I don't mention that sort of thing."
THE BAKER OF BARNBURY.
A CHRISTMAS STORY.