"Could I take my horse and carry a message anywhere for you? Are both
your sons riding to tell the neighbours?"
Father hesitated, but it seemed as if he stopped to think, so I just
told her: "Laddie is riding. Leon didn't take a horse."
Father said there was nothing she could do, so she took my hand and we
started for the gate.
"I do hope they will find him, and get back the money, and give him
what he deserves!" she cried.
"Yes, father and mother are praying that they'll find him," I said.
"It doesn't seem to make the least difference to them about the money.
Father didn't even look at a big paper piece I found where it was
hidden. But they are anxious about the man. Mother says he is so
young, we just must find him, and keep this a secret, and give him
another chance. You won't tell, will you?"
The Princess stood still on our walk, and then of all things! if she
didn't begin to go Sabethany-like. The colour left her cheeks and lips
and she shivered and shook and never said one word. I caught her arm.
"Say, what ails you?" I cried. "You haven't gone and got heart trouble
too, have you?"
She stood there trembling, and then, wheeling suddenly, ran back into
the house, and went to my mother. On her knees, the Princess buried
her face in mother's breast and said: "Oh Mrs. Stanton! Oh, if I only
could help you!"
She began to cry as if something inside her had broken, and she'd shake
to pieces.
Mother stared above her head at father, with her eyebrows raised high,
and he waved his hand toward me. Mother turned to me, but already she
had put her arms around the Princess, and was trying to hold her
together.
"What did you tell her that made her come back?" she asked sternlike.
"You forgot to explain that the man was so young, and you wanted to
keep it a secret and give him another chance," I said. "I just asked
her not to tell."
Mother looked at father and all the colour went from her face, and she
began to shake. He stared at her, then he opened her door and lifted
the Princess with one arm, and mother with the other, and helped them
into mother's room, stepped back and closed the door. After a while it
opened and they came out together, with both mother's arms around the
Princess, and she had cried until she staggered. Mother lifted her
face and kissed her, when they reached the door and said: "Tell your
mother I understand enough to sympathize. Carry her my love. I do
wish she would give herself the comfort of asking God to help her."
"She does! Oh, I'm sure she does!" said the Princess. "It's father
who has lost all judgment and reason."
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