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The company dispatched a small bark, called the Hopewell, with supplies for the colony, under the command of Captain Powell. On his way he met a Portuguese vessel homeward bound from Brazil, with a cargo of sugar, and, as Smith adds, "liked the sugar and passengers so well" he made a prize of her. Fearing to face Governor Tucker after this piratical act he directed his course to the West Indies.
She loved Hopewell Drugg's child so dearly that she could not bear to correct her. Lottie had always had her own way with her father; and matters had not changed, Janice could see. "Mamma 'Rill," Lottie coaxed, patting her step-mother's pink cheek, "you'll let me sit up longer, 'cause Janice is here won't you?" Of course 'Rill could not refuse her.
She said her old man smoked of an evening, after his work was done, and that she could give him a pipe and some tobacco, if he would condescend to use them; and going to the cupboard, she produced a long white clay pipe and some cut tobacco. Having filled and lighted his pipe, Mr. Hopewell said, "What church do you go to, dear?" "The parish church, Sir."
Scattergood had declared that Hopewell Drugg would be "polite to a stray cat!" "You must not go farther in this rain, Miss Janice," he said. "Do come in. Miss 'Rill went along to school half an hour ago or she never would have gotten there without a wetting. Are these for little Lottie? How kind of you!" "She's a dear, and she loves flowers so," replied Janice, brightly.
Although, by good rights, I suppose a 'foxy-looking' person should be red-haired, eh?" Janice, however, was not splitting hairs. She said quickly: "Do go in; Frank, and see what Hopewell is about." "How'll I get him out?" "Tell him I want to see him. He'll think something has happened to 'Rill or Lottie. I don't care if he is scared. It may do him good."
By the east wall of the graveyard at Hopewell Church, is a row of marble slabs, all bearing the name of Alexander. On one of them, is this short inscription: "John McKnitt Alexander, Who departed this life July 10th, 1817, Aged 84." It is a singular fact, that the signers of the Mecklenburg Declaration were all, with perhaps one or two exceptions, members of the Presbyterian Church.
Nelson Haley never said a word to discourage the girl's generosity. But, beginning with Hopewell Drugg himself, almost everybody else had something to say against it. "I can never in this world pay you back, Miss Janice," said the storekeeper, faintly, after the girl had told him her plans fully. "Who wants you to? I am giving it to Lottie," Janice declared.
"I wouldn't go for ter say Hopewell is a sharper," he grinned; "but mebbe he ain't so powerful innercent as he sometimes 'pears. If so, I'm sartainly glad of it." "What do you mean, Mr. Dexter?" asked 'Rill, rather sharply. "Guess Joe Bodley feels like he'd like ter know whether Hopewell done him or not.
Neatly printed announcements had been scattered about Poketown, signed by Hopewell Drugg, and making a bid for a share of the general trade. His windows remained attractively dressed. He displayed new stock and up-to-the-minute articles. The drummers who came to Poketown began to pay more attention to this store on the side street.
But the druggist paid the town humorist no attention. He hurried to the counter and leaned across it, asking his question for a second time. "Why, yes, she was here, Mr. Massey," said Hopewell, puzzled. "She changed a bill with you, didn't she?" "Jefers-pelters! was it counterfeit?" put in Walky, drawing nearer. "A twenty dollar bill yes, sir," said the storekeeper.
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