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Ring was called to the back door, to return a few minutes later with the announcement that it had been Mr. Aikens, and that Jerry was not to worry any more about Lost Island. "But I've simply got to go back, ma," sputtered Jerry, his mouth uncomfortably full of pancake. "Mr. Fulton isn't going to well, he didn't show much interest in my theories " "But Mr. Aikens seemed to think he did.
There stood Aikens fiercely clutching one arm and waving it up and down as if to pump further information from him. Mr. Fulton, after the first dazed instant, darted across the room and grabbed Jerry's other arm. "Where is he? Tell me quick!" he demanded. Then it was that Jerry could not understand, for the look that came over Mr. Fulton's face at his reply was neither belief nor doubt.
"She knows you are in Jefferson," said Miss Giddings, "and has wanted very much to see you." She conducted him into a small sitting-room, and leading: him up to a young lady in black, introduced him to Miss Aikens Ida Aikens. The young lady came forward, gave him her little hand, and looked him full and sadly in the face. "You are like him," she said, "and I have much wanted to see you."
But the fast darkening water, looking cruel now, and menacing, where it had laughed and rippled only that morning, gave the lie to their hopes. Hopes? The last one had gone when Mr. Aikens had said: "Never heard of anybody's being brought to after more than two hours under water. Only thing we can hope for is to find the body. I'm going to telephone to town and tell 'em to send out some dynamite."
There was a telephone at the house, but it seemed hours after Jerry reached it before he finally got a gruff "Hello" from the mill manager, Mr. Aikens. But, fortunately, Aikens was not slow to grasp the situation. In the midst of his explanations Jerry realized that there was no one at the other end of the wire.
"Do you suppose," he began with a kind of despairing eagerness, "that he could have stayed in the boat?" Aikens shook his head. "Not a chance in the world," he declared. "But I thought " began Jerry, to be interrupted by Mr. Aikens, who finally contented himself with merely repeating: "Not a chance in the world." They were silent until at last Mr.
After we got through with Princess Street we turned in by Colonel Rixby's and then went down by the Baconses' and into The Court, whose trees were planted by order of some lordly person, kin to the Aikens who have been sitting under the shade of their greatness ever since, and then we strolled by the Eppes house, for I wanted Father to see it.
How fully and tenderly he wrote of her to his mother, and how the unbidden wish came to his heart to tell another of her, and as if he had the right to do so. Miss Aikens was a young lady of high mental endowments, and great force of character, cultivated in the true sense of culture, and very accomplished.
The Hairstons of Virginia and the Aikens of South Carolina were counted as the peers of the Astors of New York. But a Southern man worth $4,000,000 or $5,000,000 would not receive an annual income of more than $100,000 unless he happened to be in the midst of a new cotton region.
"Do you know what I think?" replied Jerry, almost eagerly. "I think I was right about that boat. I've been trying to remember what we left in the boat that could have looked like like what I saw when she came up. There wasn't a thing in the boat not a thing. It was Tod I saw I know it was!" "But he never could have stayed in," objected Frank. "That's what Mr. Aikens said and everybody else.
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