The Devil's GardenMaxwell, W. B. (William Babington)
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The Devil's Garden
Maxwell, W. B. (William Babington)
Fiction
"I saw a man hiding, crawling, ready to spring out on me."
"Oh. When was that?"
"Ages and ages ago, when I was almost a baby."
"Heft yourself, Norah. I want to get up, an' stretch ma legs."
The gentle soothing fire had faded--an invincible coldness crept on
slow-moving blood from his heart to his brain. The girl was safe now.
He would not injure her to-night. He got up, and stood looking down at
her.
"Well," he said quietly, "let's hear some more. What sort of a man was
it?"
"A wild man--with water dripping off him. He had crept out of the
river."
"Do you mean--a sort of ghost or demon?"
"I didn't know."
"Not like an ordinary man--not like any other man you've ever seen?"
"Oh, no. All wild--fierce and dreadful. Not standing upright--more
like an animal in the shape of a man."
"But surely you told your Granny, or somebody?"
"No. I've never told a soul except you."
"An' you say you were scared, though?"
"Oh, I was, rarely scared."
"Then you must have told your Granny, or one of 'em. You've forgotten,
but I expect you told people at the time."
"I didn't. I didn't dare to at first. I thought he'd come after me, if
I did. I was afraid."
Dale grunted again. "An' d'you mean to say you'd the grit in you to
come back here all the same, after that?"
"Not for a little while. Then I did. I was all a twitter, so
frightened still, but I was fascinated for to do it too--just to see."
"But you never saw him again."
"No, and then I began to think it was all a fancy. D'you think it was
a fancy, and not real?"
"My dear girl, no;" and Dale shrugged his shoulders. "You prob'ly saw
some poor devil of a tramp who had slept here, and was getting on the
move after his night's rest." Then he took a step away from the tree,
and spoke curtly. "Come. We must go home."
Norah sprang off the tree, hurried to his side, and, with her hands
linked about his arm, looked up at him anxiously.
"Yes, but it's all right, isn't it? You're not angry with me--not
turning against me?"
"No, it's all right."
"Then, don't let's go. Let's stay here a little longer"
"No, we must go--or Mrs. Dale will be coming to fetch us;" and he
began to walk briskly. "And look here, Norah. I shall inform her I
found you here by yourself, and I have lectured you at full length,
and you've said you'll be good for the future. So don't answer back if
she speaks sharp."
"Oh, I don't mind what she says now;" and Norah laughed happily as she
trotted after him through the trees.
That evening he sat outside on the bench long after the supper table
had been taken away and the kitchen door closed. Quite late, when
Mavis spoke to him from an upper window, he said he must have one more
pipe before he turned in.
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