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This, and the originality of his appearance, excited Woodward's curiosity, and he resolved to speak to him. "Well, my good old man, what may you be carrying in the bag?" The man looked at him respectfully, and raising his hand and staff, touched his barrad, and replied: "A few yarribs, your honor." "Yarribs? What the deuce is that?"
Her parents; frequently asked her the cause of her apparent melancholy, but she only gave them evasive replies, and stated that she had not felt herself very well since Henry Woodward's last interview with her.
Woodward, adding some suggestion as to its cause. "Expectant attention," was Woodward's reply. I found in the basement of the house an apparatus which had been brought over by a Mr. Jennings from Baltimore, which was designed to cool the air of dairies or apartments. It consisted of an iron box, two or three feet square, and some five feet long.
Woodward's house, I ascended the steps and rang the bell. "Is Mr. Woodward in?" I asked of the girl who answered the summons. "I'll see, sir," she replied. "Who shall I say it is?" "Roger Strong." The girl left me standing in the hall. While waiting for her return I could not help but remember the old lines: " 'Will you walk into my parlor? Said the spider to the fly."
For a moment so great was my surprise that I forgot I was under arrest, and walked on beside the officer without a protest. Now that I knew the truth it was easy to trace the resemblance, and I blamed myself greatly for not having discovered it when we first met. Of a certainty the man was bent upon frustrating my plans, partly for his own safety, and more so upon Mr. Aaron Woodward's account.
He had told Alaric of his rejection, because he had already told him of his love, but he had whispered no word of it to anyone besides. On the day on which he received Mrs. Woodward's letter, he appeared at dinner ghastly pale, and evidently so ill as to be all but unable to sit at table; but he would say nothing to anybody; he sat brooding over his grief till he was unable to sit any longer.
And now assistance was sorely needed, and luckily had not to be long waited for. Charley, with a light and quick step, passed over the thwarts, and, disregarding Mrs. Woodward's scream, let himself down, over the gun-wale behind her seat into the water. Katie can hardly be said to have sunk at all. She had, at least, never been so much under the water as to be out of sight.
He was covered wi' a sheet; but I catched sight of his voot, just showing out as they carried en along. 'I don't care what name that man went by, I said, in my way, 'but he's John Woodward's brother; I can swear to the family voot. At that very moment up comes John Woodward, weeping and teaving, 'I've lost my brother! I've lost my brother!" "Only to think of that!" said Mrs. Dewy.
He need not fly to the mountains with Woodward's blood upon his hands. "Lemme tell you the honest truth, Cap," he said, placing his hand kindly on the young man's shoulder. "I might 'low she would, an' I might 'low she wouldn't; but I'm erbleege to tell you that I dunno nothin' 'bout that chil' no more'n ef I hadn't a-never seed 'er. Wimmin is mighty kuse."
Woolaston, she is such a kind soul, lent him such a beautiful old picture book "Woodward's Eccentricities" it is called and he's quite happy little Fairy, on his little stool at the window. 'No headache or fever? asked Miss Lake cheerfully, though, she knew not why, there seemed something ominous in this little ailment. 'None at all; oh, none, thank you; none in the world.
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