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Chapter XVII
CAMP MEETING
When the train drew up at the station, Jack was relieved at seeing his tormentors take their places in a car far ahead of the one he and Aunt Nancy occupied.
He anticipated no slight amount of enjoyment from this ride behind the iron horse, and it would be sadly marred if he was forced to listen to such remarks as Bill Dean and his friends would probably make.
Aunt Nancy sat by the window with Louis in her arms, and Jack took the seat beside her, watching everything around with the most intense interest, for it was the first time he had ever journeyed so far on the cars.
The little woman would have spent considerable of the money received from the sale of the wheat in buying for her crippled escort such articles as the newsboy brought, in the hope of tempting customers; but for the fact that Jack prevented her by whispering more than once, —
"You've paid enough for me already in buyin' the railroad ticket, an' you must save some to get things for the summer boarders."
"Bless you, child, I ought to be able to take a little pleasure now and then without thinking constantly of how many pennies there are in a dollar."
"But this time, Aunt Nancy, you are not using it for yourself. If you want any of the stuff, why, it's only right you should have it, but don't buy anything for me."
Then the little woman whispered as she laid her hand affectionately on his shoulder, —
"It's a comfort to have you around, Jack dear, for you are always thinking of others and never of yourself."
"A crooked feller like me don't need as much as other folks, an' I'm sure I get more'n I deserve."
"That could never be, my child," Aunt Nancy replied; and Jack fancied she wiped a tear from her eye, but it might have been nothing more than a cinder.
Judging from Louis's expressions of delight, he would have been pleased had the journey continued all day, and even Jack was a trifle disappointed because the tenting grounds were reached so soon.
The place at which they disembarked was not a village, but only a grove of pine-trees bordering the ocean, with a broad strip of shimmering white sand between the foliage and the water.
It was a little settlement of canvas houses among the pines, the gleaming white showing vividly amid the sober green, and the dusty paths here and there resembling yellow ribbons laid on to complete the harmony of color.
Jack would have remained a long while silent and motionless gazing in delight at the scene before him, now and then raising his eyes to view the heaving emerald bosom of the sea beyond, but that Aunt Nancy was impatient to "settle down" before the morning services should begin.
"It looks pretty, I know, Jack dear, but we mustn't stand dawdling here, because there is considerable work for us to do. I'll carry the baby, and you see what can be done with the bundles."
The two were literally laden to the utmost of their strength, as they stepped from the railway platform.
Such generous supplies had the little woman brought for their bodily comfort that quite an amount of the belongings would have been left behind but for Deacon Downs, who kindly offered to take charge of the remainder of the goods.
In order to find Mr. Chick's tent it was only necessary to follow the party with whom they had travelled, and in a few moments the little woman was arranging her provisions in one corner of the huge tent which had been reserved for her use.
Jack hovered around helplessly.
He wanted to do something toward aiding Aunt Nancy, but camp life was so new to him he could do nothing more than watch her bird-like movements.
After pinning a towel around Louis's neck to avoid the possibility of soiling his white frock, the little woman gave him a small slice of bread and butter, offering some to Jack, but the latter was not hungry.
"If you don't care, I'd rather go down to the beach a little while."
"You shall do that later, Jack dear, but the morning services will commence very soon, and I want you with me then."
"Will it be a reg'lar meetin' where people preach an' pray like they do in a church?"
"Certainly, my child; and this is a church, for don't you remember it is said 'the groves were God's first temples'?"
Jack didn't remember anything of the kind, for his education had been so sadly neglected he could not read any but the smallest words, therefore made no answer, and as soon as Louis had satisfied his hunger the three went to the cleared space where the services were to be held.
Jack watched everything around him with intense interest, and, it must also be said, to such a degree that he failed to hear a single word spoken by the preacher.
Aunt Nancy sat with a look of devotion on her face, which to Jack was very beautiful.
After a time the boy saw the tears rolling down her cheeks, and listened to the words from the pulpit in order to learn what had caused such apparent sorrow.
The clergyman was speaking of those who keep the word, but not the spirit of God's laws, and he failed to find in the teaching anything which could distress the little woman.
When the sermon was concluded and the three were walking slowly through the grove, he understood better.
"It seemed as if the minister was talking directly to me, Jack dear," she said with quivering lips.
"I didn't hear him say anything that sounded like it, Aunt Nancy, an' I listened a good deal of the time."
"It was the passage about obeying the word but not the spirit which applied to my case. You see I didn't speak a lie to Mr. Pratt, and might try to comfort myself with the idea I had not disobeyed the commandment; but the meaning of it is, I shouldn't deceive in the slightest manner."
"I wish we hadn't come here if you're goin' to think of that thing again."
"Again, Jack dear? Do you fancy it has ever been out of my mind?"
"I thought you'd kinder got over it."
"But I hadn't, and perhaps I was led to come here that I might realize even more fully what I have done."
"There isn't any need of that, Aunt Nancy"; and Jack began to look distressed. "Please put it out of your thoughts for a while, an' we'll go down on the beach."
"I can't, my child. You shall stroll around an hour, after which you must come back to the tent for dinner."
Jack hardly thought he ought to leave the little woman while she was feeling badly, but she insisted on his doing so, and he walked slowly away saying to himself, —
"I never knew religion hurt anybody; but I think Aunt Nancy has too much of it if she's goin' to fuss so over Farmer Pratt. It won't do to let her feel as she does, an' the whole amount of the story is I'll have to leave Louis here while I take the chances of gettin' into the poorhouse by explainin' things to him."
So deeply engrossed was he in his thoughts that no attention was paid to anything around until he was brought to a standstill by hearing a disagreeably familiar voice cry, —
"Hold on, Hunchie, we want to know where you left the old maid!"
Jack had halted involuntarily, and now would have moved on again in the hope of escaping from Master Dean and his friends, but they barred his way by closing in upon him.
There was a large crowd on the grounds surging to and fro, therefore the three boys had little difficulty in forcing Jack to move in this direction or that as they chose, by pretending the press was so great they could not prevent themselves from being pushed against him.
"We're goin' down for a swim," Bill Dean said as he linked his arm in the hunchback's, "an' it'll just about break our hearts if you can't come with us."
"I don't want to do anything of the kind. You know very well a crooked feller like me couldn't swim, no matter how hard he tried."
"We'll show you how, so don't be frightened"; and Bill motioned for Sam and Jip to force the intended victim along in the desired direction.
Jack knew perfectly well he could not struggle successfully against his tormentors, but at the same time he did not intend allowing them to take him away from the throng where he might find assistance if necessary.
"I don't want to go with you, and shall ask some of these people to help me if you don't go away."
"Then you'd only be makin' it all the hotter for yourself, 'cause we count on stayin' here the whole week, an' you can't be tied to the old maid's apron strings every minute of the time."
"I'll take my chances of that, so keep off or I'll make a disturbance."
Bill had good reason to believe the cripple would carry this threat into execution, and, not wishing to come in direct contact with the guardians of the peace, concluded to bring their sport to a close.
"Of course if you don't feel like comin' nobody's goin' to make you, so we'll say good by."
As he spoke he gave a quick twist of his foot in front of Jack, at the same instant Jip pushed from behind, and the result was the cripple fell forward on his face, in the gravel and sand.
The three boys were off like a flash, and as Jack rose to his feet after some effort, with dusty clothes and a bleeding face, his heart was filled with anger.
"If I was only strong enough I'd soon show them fellers what it is to pick on a fellow they thought couldn't help himself!"
He had hardly said these words when a man brushed past him with the air of one who feels he has a right to considerably more than half the road, and looking up quickly Jack saw Farmer Pratt.
For an instant he thought the man was pursuing him, and would have taken refuge in flight, had not the idea occurred to his mind that Mr. Pratt had come to camp meeting for the same purpose as Aunt Nancy.
"I'm foolish to think he's still chasin' after me," he said to himself, "though I s'pose he would take Louis an' me with him if he saw us."
Without knowing why he did it, Jack followed a short distance behind the farmer, as if it was necessary to retain him constantly in sight, and while doing so thought of Aunt Nancy's distress concerning the alleged lie.
Now surely would be a good time to sacrifice his own comfort in order to ease her mind by taking upon his shoulders the blame, and he ran forward intending, for an instant, to speak with the gentleman.
Then it occurred to him that it would be proper to consult the little woman first, and he turned back only to doubt again.
It might distress Aunt Nancy yet more to know the farmer was on the grounds, and Jack wished he knew of some one who could give him the proper advice.
Deacon Downs was the only person he could think of, and yet he ought not to tell him of what Aunt Nancy had done.
"I've got to settle this thing myself," he said as he turned resolutely in the direction of the tent, "and the next thing to do is to talk with Aunt Nancy herself. She knows more goodness than all these people put together."
His mind once made up, he was eager to reach the tent, and ran at full speed, arriving just as Deacon Downs summoned the occupants of this particular dwelling to dinner.
The little woman was acting as cook, a post of duty to which she had been elected each year because the remainder of the party knew she would perform the arduous labors without complaint.
To speak with her now would be to attract the attention of all, and Jack believed he should wait until a more convenient season.
Therefore he seated himself at the rough table around which all the others, save Aunt Nancy, were gathered, and tried unsuccessfully to appear as if nothing unusual had occurred.
Jack's face told of some trouble, however, and when the deacon had refreshed himself with a large cup of Aunt Nancy's Mocha, he asked in a severe tone, —
"Master Dudley, is it possible that after living with as good a woman as Sister Curtis, you allow your passions to tempt you into fighting? Don't you remember what Dr. Watts says about letting 'dogs delight to bark and bite, for 'tis their nature,' et cetera?"
Perhaps Jack might have understood the deacon's question, had it not been for the last word.
What an "et cetera" was he hadn't the slightest idea, and instead of replying sat staring stupidly at his plate until Aunt Nancy came forward and asked, —
"What is it about Jack? Has he been doing anything out of the way?"
"By the appearance of his face I should say he had. It is strange boys will fight in such a place as this!"
"Why, what has happened to you, Jack dear?" the little woman asked anxiously as she lifted the boy's head by placing her hand under his chin.
Jack said nothing, and Aunt Nancy asked, as the crimson spots appeared on her cheeks, —
"Has William Dean been troubling you again?"
"I had rather tell you some other time," Jack replied in a whisper, as he slipped down from his seat at the table and went toward the scene of the little woman's culinary operations.
She followed him at once, and the good but rather inquisitive deacon craned his neck in vain to hear what passed between the two.
"It was Bill Dean; but don't say anything about it now, for I've just seen Farmer Pratt," Jack said in a low tone; and as Aunt Nancy started in surprise, a cry of distress came from Deacon Downs's lips.
At the moment Jack spoke, the little woman was in the act of removing the coffee pot from the stove, for fear its contents should boil over, when it fell to the ground.
Neither Aunt Nancy nor the hunchback paid any attention to this catastrophe; but the deacon was so angry he even threatened that Jack should not be allowed near the tent again.
It is doubtful if his words were heard by the two who were in such distress of mind.
Aunt Nancy led Jack to the rear of the tent, and there, where no one could overhear, he told the whole story, concluding by saying, —
"You have felt so bad I had a great mind to go right up an' tell him how it happened you acted a lie."
"But, Jack dear, then he might drag you off to the poor farm."
"I had rather do that than have you feel as you do about it. Louis could stay here, an' I wouldn't tell him where you were, no matter how hard he might try to make me."
"I should go to him myself and confess all," the little woman said after a pause.
"Then the chances are he'd get hold of both Louis an' me. If it is to be done, I oughter do it."
"I declare I don't know what is best"; and Aunt Nancy stood with clasped hands as if expecting Jack would advise. "It is only right I should atone in some way for that which I did; but the flesh is indeed weak when it comes to parting with either of you."
"Perhaps there might be some way for me to get clear, an' you'd feel so much better that I'd be contented to stay almost anywhere."
The little woman made no reply; she remained silent so long Jack began to be afraid she was ill, and as he stood watching her, the notes of a song of praise to the Maker rose high above the deacon's querulous tones, while mingling with it was the murmur of the surf as it rolled up on the beach, the whole forming a sort of melody which was soothing to the little hunchback.
Chapter XVIII
A DISASTER
Not for several moments was Aunt Nancy able to decide what should be done, and then, as the song died away leaving only the deacon's words to mingle with the reverberation of the surf, she said in a voice which sounded strained and harsh, —
"It must be done. You shall bring him here, and I will tell the story myself. When he comes, take Louis and walk down by the beach for a while."
The little woman could say no more, for at that moment Deacon Downs asked in his blandest tones, —
"Do you think it would be possible to make a leetle more coffee, Sister Curtis?"
Aunt Nancy had never been known to refuse a request which involved only her own discomfort or labor, and on this occasion there was no exception to the rule.
"It will be ready in a few minutes, Deacon," she replied in a trembling voice, at the same time keeping her face turned from the party lest they should see the tears in her eyes.
Jack understood there was no necessity of any further conversation, therefore walked slowly away, feeling very much like a fellow who voluntarily goes to receive unmerited punishment.
He now had no fear of Bill Dean and his friends. The present trouble was so much greater than any they could cause him that it was as if this particular trio of boys never existed.
Not until he had walked to and fro for half an hour did he begin to realize it might not be possible to find the farmer amid the throng.
Each succeeding train brought additional worshippers or visitors to the grove, and the walks were so densely lined with people that he might have passed within ten feet of Mr. Pratt without seeing him.
Having made up his mind to that which he considered a sacrifice, he was impatient to have it finished, and walked rapidly until the afternoon was more than half spent; but all in vain.
It seemed more than probable he had gone home, or at least Jack so argued to himself, and returned to the tent looking as if suffering from some grievous disappointment.
Aunt Nancy was at the flap of the canvas house with an expression of anxiety on her face, but the baby was nowhere to be seen.
"Where's Louis?" Jack asked in alarm.
"Mrs. Hayes is taking care of him. I thought it best he shouldn't be seen when Mr. Pratt came. Will he be here soon?"
"I couldn't find him; he must have gone home."
The little woman's face lighted up wonderfully as she cried, —
"O Jack dear, I know it is wicked to say, but I am so glad! It is only right I should bear the burden I myself have caused; but the thought of losing you and the baby almost broke my heart."
Then she kissed him on both cheeks, and again did he feel the moisture of her tears.
"Well, Aunt Nancy, you haven't lost us yet awhile, an' if Mr. Pratt has gone home that settles the matter for a while."
"Yes, Jack dear, but the sin is yet to be atoned for; it is only a postponement of the evil day."
"Any way there's no need of worryin' about it now. If, when we get home, you feel that he should know the truth, it won't be much of a job for me to walk over to his house, an' then," Jack added with a feeble attempt at a smile, "they won't have so far to carry me when I'm taken to the poor farm."
"Don't talk in such a manner, my dear, for I am hoping it won't ever come to pass."
Jack made no reply.
He felt quite confident the farmer would insist on his going to the home for paupers, but no good could be done by further distressing the little woman.
"I declare I'd entirely forgotten you and I have had no dinner," she suddenly said with a nervous laugh. "I'll get some cold meat and bread, if there is any left; but it is astonishing how strong people's appetites are at the seashore, especially during camp-meeting time. We must get along without coffee, for the deacon fairly swam in that second pot I made."
"I don't feel so terribly hungry," Jack replied; "but I'll sit down for the sake of seeing you eat. As to the coffee, that don't trouble me; water is good enough for boys."
"It is more wholesome I admit; but there's nothing good enough for a dear heart like yours."
Then the little woman bustled around as Jack had seen her do at home, and in a few moments a most appetizing lunch was spread, the amount of food contradicting her fears that all the provisions had been consumed.
The two made a hearty meal, considering all their troubles, and when it was concluded Jack helped Aunt Nancy set the tent to rights generally, so when the remainder of the party returned from afternoon services everything was in proper order.
Mrs. Hayes brought Louis with her, and after delivering him to Jack she said with a sigh of relief, —
"I declare, Sister Curtis, it is a real pleasure to come to camp meeting with you. It takes the care off of one entirely. I only wish I had your knack at going ahead. Now look at me; I'm almost worn out looking after the baby, and don't feel as if I could do a stitch toward getting supper."
The other ladies in the party appeared to be in the same condition of prostration, and the little woman, tired though she was from the labor of preparing and serving dinner for so many, meekly replied that she was perfectly willing to give them a rest by performing all the work.
Jack heard the compliment paid by Mrs. Hayes, and understood that it had been given only for the purpose of getting the little woman to continue on while the others enjoyed their leisure.
"I'm goin' to help you, Aunt Nancy," he said in a low tone as he went toward the stove where she was making ready to bake some biscuit. "It's too bad for you to do all this work while the others are havin' a good time."
"Oh, I don't mind it, dear, so long as I can be of service to some one. We are put in this world to help others, and it should be a pleasure."
"But you're doin' all instead of helpin'. Now tell me what I can do, if you're bound to wait on the whole crowd."
"Take care of the baby, that will be enough."
"He'll stay around here all right," Jack replied as he placed the little fellow on the grass, giving him some smooth stones to play with.
Then he set about assisting Aunt Nancy, working so industriously that Deacon Downs said in a tone of faint approbation, —
"That there little hunchback seems right handy if he wants to, an' if he wasn't so given to fightin' it might be a good thing for Aunt Nancy to have him around; but when once a boy gets as quarrelsome as this one, it ain't much use trying to make anything out of him."
The majority of the party were of the same opinion, and from that time forth it was believed, at least by those who were present when the deacon spoke, that Jack was a boy who would fight under the slightest provocation.
Not until the bell had rung as a signal that the evening services were about to begin did Jack and Aunt Nancy cease their labors.
The other occupants of the tent had already departed, and the little woman and her assistant were so tired it seemed almost too great an exertion to walk to the auditorium.
"Why not go to bed?" Jack asked. "I'll take care of Louis until he gets sleepy, an' then bring him to you."
"No, it would be wrong to remain here when so many truths will be presented, simply because I chance to be tired."
"Then we'll all go"; and Jack lifted Louis in his arms.
Aunt Nancy enjoyed the services so much that Jack was very glad she had come; but as for himself he believed the time would have been quite as profitably spent in sleeping.
On the following morning at daybreak Deacon Downs aroused the hunchback with a harshly spoken command to build the fire and awaken Aunt Nancy when it was burning.
"Are you goin' to make her do all the work?" Jack asked as he started to his feet.
"Don't be impudent!" the deacon said sternly, raising his cane threateningly. "Learn to do as you are bidden, and in silence."
Jack made no reply, but felt that the little woman whom he loved so dearly was being imposed upon.
As for Aunt Nancy, she appeared to have no such idea.
Jack awakened her as he had been told, and she arose from the bed of straw on which she had lain without undressing, uttering no word of protest.
"I would have let you sleep till noon, but the deacon told me to, an' was kinder mad when I asked if you'd got to do all the work," Jack said, his tones proving there was yet anger in his heart.
"You shouldn't have said anything about it, my dear, for it is a pleasure to me."
"You try to think it is, but I know it's nothin' more than hard work, while the others are enjoying a long nap."
"We won't say any more about it, Jack dear. Don't you think you could get me some water?"
"Of course I can"; and Jack labored with a will, relieving the tired-looking little woman whenever it was possible.
The second day at camp meeting was spent by these two in much the same manner as the first, as regards work, and Louis received very little attention.
Jack, in obedience to Aunt Nancy's request, looked again for Mr. Pratt, but with no better success than before; and after dinner he washed the dishes in order that the little woman might attend the afternoon services.
It was a decided relief to him when the day came on which they were to return home.
He knew Aunt Nancy had worked too hard, and the bustle and confusion tired him almost as much as the labor.
Gladly he helped gather up the empty baskets, and when the three were on the cars being whirled rapidly toward home, the little woman said with a sigh of relief, —
"What a comfort it will be to find ourselves on the farm once more, Jack dear! I believe I am getting too old to go to such places, and a week's rest wouldn't be too much to make me feel like myself again."
"If you had gone alone, without tryin' to run a boardin'-house for them who didn't care whether you had any fun or not, it would have been different."
"You don't look at the matter in the proper light, my child. They've always been accustomed to having Aunt Nancy go at such times, and I couldn't disappoint them as long as I was able to hold up my head."
Jack realized it was useless to continue this conversation, so far as convincing the little woman that she had been imposed upon was concerned, and he remained silent.
Never before had the farm looked so beautiful, either to Jack or the little woman, as when they arrived home that night, and during the evening devotions Aunt Nancy's thankfulness was made apparent by the fervently spoken words.
The hunchback's first care, after opening the house, was to visit the barn to assure himself old crumple-horn had been well taken care of; but he could not gain much information in the darkness.
The animal was lying in her stall, and appeared to be in good condition.
Notwithstanding the fact that the house had been closed four days, the search for burglars was made before retiring, and then Jack, after seeing Louis tucked snugly in Aunt Nancy's bed, went to his cosey little room feeling confident he would never again have any desire to attend another camp meeting.
When the morning came he went out with a light heart to milk the cow, but to his great surprise still found her lying down.
All in vain did he urge her to get up; she refused to move, nor would she pay any attention to the tempting lunch of sweet clover he placed in front of her.
Running back to the house he summoned Aunt Nancy, and both spent fully an hour alternately coaxing and petting the animal.
"She is very sick, Jack dear, there can be no question about that," the little woman said as her eyes filled with tears. "It would grieve me if she should die, for I have owned her a long while."
"How many years?"
"I hardly know; but it can't be less than eighteen."
"Then she must be dying of old age."
"I will go right over to Daniel Chick's and ask him to come here. He's a master hand at doctoring animals."
Then before Jack could offer to go in her steady Aunt Nancy started down the lane bareheaded, which showed how deeply she felt the possible loss of her pet.
In a short time Mr. Chick arrived with the little woman, and his verdict brought no relief to Aunt Nancy's heart.
"All you can do is to knock her in the head, for she'll never get up again. It's kinder tough on you, I'll admit, for that cow has been a power ful help, 'specially when the summer boarders are here; but it won't do any good to fret."
Aunt Nancy made no reply, but walked slowly to the house as if desirous of being alone.
"She feels mighty bad I allow," Mr. Chick continued, speaking to Jack. "I've said many times I didn't know how Aunt Nancy would get along if it wasn't for the cow, an' now I reckon she'll be eatin' her bread without butter."
"What will she do when the boarders come?"
"That's what I don't know"; and Mr. Chick walked away as if he had no further concern in the matter.
Jack sat down where he could watch crumple-horn and at the same time think over this disaster which had come to the little woman.
While he was trying to form some plan, the poor old cow laid her head on the sweet-scented clover, gave a few short gasps, and ceased breathing as if from sheer weariness.
Jack stood over her a moment, and then returned to the house, arriving there just as Aunt Nancy was emerging with Louis in her arms.
"I wouldn't go out there"; and he motioned toward the barn.
Aunt Nancy looked at him an instant, appearing to understand what he meant, for she re-entered the house, leaving Jack on the doorstep in a profound study.
He could hear Louis's voice from the "fore-room" now and then, therefore it was not necessary to tell him the little woman had gone there to hide her grief.
"I must do something" he said to himself, "an' what I first thought of seems to be the only show."
Then going to the door of the "fore-room" and knocking gently, he said in a low tone, —
"Aunt Nancy, could you spare me a little while?"
"Where are you bound, Jack?"
"I'd like to run down to Treat's store if you don't care."
Aunt Nancy opened the door, and Jack noticed her eyes were red from weeping.
"What is your idea of going there?" she asked in surprise.
"I've got some business that I'd rather not explain till I get back."
"There's nothing to prevent, my child, and I can trust you not to do anything wrong."
"I should hope you could," Jack replied emphatically. "You shall know all about it when I come home."
"Don't try to walk too fast, but return as soon as your business is finished."
Jack promised to do so, and was hurrying up the lane when the little woman stopped him with these words: —
"I wish you would call at Daniel Chick's and tell him what has happened. It will be necessary to bury poor old crumple-horn, and he must attend to it."
"I'll ask him to come over right away"; and Jack resumed his journey, wondering whether he was on the point of doing that for which Aunt Nancy would censure him.
"It doesn't make any difference whether she does or not," he said to himself. "If I told her she wouldn't let me go, so this is the only way to fix it."
