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"Yes!" she said abruptly, and followed Mrs. Tanberry to the dressing-room. The elder lady shook her head solemnly as she emerged from the enormous folds of a yellow silk cloak. "Ah, Princess," she said, touching the girl's shoulder with her jeweled hand, "I told you I was a very foolish woman, and I am, but not so foolish as to offer advice often. Yet, believe me, it won't do.
Poor man! He only lasted about a year!" And Mrs. Tanberry laughed heartily. "They've been at me time and again to take another." She lowered her voice and leaned toward Betty confidentially. But I love 'em, I do, the Charming Billies! And you'll see how they follow me!" She patted the girl's shoulder, her small eyes beaming quizzically. "We'll have the gayest house in Rouen, ladybird!
Tanberry extemporize Dan Tuckers, mazourkas, or quadrilles in the ball-room, nor Blind-Man's Buff in the library; no more did serenaders nightly seek the garden with instrumental plunkings and vocal gifts of harmony. Even the green bronze boy of the fountain seemed to share the timidity of the other youths of the town where Mr.
Tanberry's prediction allowed to go unfulfilled regarding the advent of those persons whom she had designated as vagabonds. It may have been out of deference to Mr. Tanberry reigned in his stead. Thus, at about eight o'clock that evening, the two ladies sat in the library engaged in conversation though, for the sake of accuracy, it should be said that Mrs.
But I tell you that as she read that paper, she did not hear my step on the walk nor know that I was there until I leaned over her shoulder. And I swear that I suspect her." He turned and walked to the door, while the indomitable Mrs. Tanberry, silenced for once, sank into the chair he had vacated. Before he disappeared within the house, he paused. "If Mr.
Tanberry could not stay forever, to act as a buffer between her and her father.
'Den he git on de boat ag'in an' dey sto't her agoin'; an' he ain' wave no good-by, ner say no mo' wu'ds. Mist' Chen'eth rid back whens de light come; but I res' de hosses an' come back slow, 'case I ponduh on de worl', an' I mighty sorry fer yo' pa, Missy. He am' comin' back no mo', honey, an' Miz Tanberry an' me an' Mamie, we goin' take keer er you.
Have you brought him?" "It's I," he cried, as he plunged through the doorway. "It's Vanrevel." Mrs. Tanberry set the iron candlestick down upon the table with a crash. "You've come too late!" she sobbed. "Another man has taken your death on himself." He reeled back against the wall. "Oh, God!" he said. "Oh, God, God, God! Crailey!" "Yes," she answered.
"Oh, I heard you!" she said. Carewe came close to her, and gave her a long look from such bitter eyes that her own fell before them. "If you've been treacherous to me, Jane Tanberry," he said, "then God punish you! If they've met my daughter and that man while I was away, it is on your head. I don't ask you, because I believe if you knew anything you'd lie for her sake.
Tanberry, you and I have one thing in common, if you'll let me flatter myself so far: we've always believed in good cheer in spite of the devil and all, you and I, eh? The best of things, even if things are bad, dear lady, eh?" "You darling vagabond!" Mrs. Tanberry murmured, trying to smile back to him. "Hark to 'em!" said Crailey. "They're very near! Only hear the people cheer them!
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