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Weldon could not help wondering, as he walked away, if possibly he and his friends had been deceived in A. Jones of Sangoa. The doubt was but momentary, yet it had forced itself into his mind. On Saturday afternoon they all made a visit to the prisoner and tried to cheer him. Again on Sunday they called the Stantons and Merricks and Weldons and all.
"She's very like her Aunt Jane," returned Mrs. De Graf, thoughtfully gazing after her daughter. "But she's defiant and wilful enough for all the Merricks put together. I do hope she'll decide to go to Elmhurst."
"I allus knew the Merricks 'd bring us luck." "What the devil does this mean?" demanded Uncle John at this juncture, as he fluttered the paper and glared angrily around. "What is it, dear?" inquired Louise. "See for yourself," he returned. She took the paper and read it, while Patsy and Beth peered over her shoulder.
"Well," said McNutt with a sigh, "while he's in easy reach there orter be some sort o' pickings fer us, an' it's our duty to git all we can out'n him short o' actoo-al robbery. What do ye s'pose this new deal means, boys? Sounds like printin' somethin', don't it?" "P'raps it's some letterheads fer the Wegg Farm," suggested Nib Corkins. "These Merricks do everything on a big scale."
Beth merely noticed that Uncle John was neither dignified nor imposing in appearance. She sat down beside him leaving a wide space between them with a feeling of disappointment that he was "like all the rest of the Merricks." "You have just arrived, we hear," remarked Louise. "Yes. Walked up from the station this forenoon," said Uncle John.
In her thin nightgown she looked like a child, and her face was so impish that she seemed to regard her marriage as one more in a long series of good jokes. Her eyes were wide open, and her lips smiling. i The Merricks Sally and Bertram went for their honeymoon to Penterby, a little South of England town near the sea but not actually upon the coast.
She hurried from it to the old house in Kensington in which the Merricks had lived for years; and as she saw the house, so black with dust, and the steps that led up to the heavy front door, even Sally's heart quailed.
"The Merricks took her out of the poor-house years ago; and if her loyalty would let her, I guess the poor old thing could tell tales that would curdle your blood. She's the mulatto woman who was standing in here a while ago, with her apron to her eyes. The old woman is a fury; there never was anybody like her.
The house towered above her, huge and gloomy; and other houses, equally oppressive, continued from the Merricks' house, with basements and railings and great black fronts and lace curtains, until the road turned and its end was unseen. And Sally, who had lived all her life in small flats and single rooms, was shaken. Her heart sank. She entered the house.
A second or two more, and the latter fired another shot, and this time poor Charlie dropped his pistol and fell back on the grass. Bob was satisfied he had done the business now, and taking the advice of Davie Merricks, he fled for his life; getting the early train for Greenock and thence per steamer "Golden Eagle," to the Isle of Man.
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