CHAPTER XII
THE GREEN-EYED MONSTER
The soot began sifting down in little clouds; but the sections of pipe hadcome apart so gently that no great damage was done immediately. The girlssitting under the pipe, however, were thrown into a panic, and fairlyclimbed over the desks and seats to get out of the way.
Besides, considerable smoke began to issue from the stove. One of theyoung scamps to whose mischievousness was due this incident, had throwninto the fire, just as the pipe broke loose, some woolen garment, or thelike, and it now began to smoulder with a stench and an amount of smokethat frightened some of the audience.
"Don't you be skeert none," exclaimed Lucas, to 'Phemie and her sister,and jumping up from his seat himself. "'Taint nothin' but them Buckleyboys and Ike Hewlett. Little scamps----"
"But we don't want to get soot all over us, Lucas!" cried his sister.
"Or be choked by smoke," coughed 'Phemie.
There was indeed a great hullabaloo for a time; but the windows wereopened, the teacher rescued the burning woolen rag from the fire with thetongs and threw it out of the window, and several of the bigger fellowsswooped down upon the malicious youngsters and bundled them out of theschoolhouse in a hurry--and in no gentle manner--while others, includingLucas, stripped off their coats and set to work to repair the stovepipe.
An hour was lost in repairs and airing the schoolhouse, and then everybodytrooped back. Meanwhile, the Bray girls had made many acquaintances amongthe young folk.
Mr. Somers, the teacher, was plainly delighted to meet Lyddy--a girl whohad actually spent two years at Littleburg. He was seminary-bred himself,with an idea of going back to take the divinity course after he had taughta couple of years.
But it suddenly became apparent to 'Phemie--who was observant--that Sairylooked upon this interest of the school teacher in Lyddy with "a greeneye."
Mr. Somers, who allowed the boys and young men to repair the damagecreated by his pupils while he rested from his labors, sat by Lyddy allthe time until the meeting was called to order once more.
Sairy, who had begun by bridling and looking askance at the two who talkedso easily about things with which she was not conversant, soon tossedher head and began to talk with others who gathered around. And whenMr. Somers went to the desk to preside again Sairy was not sitting inthe same row with the Bray girls and left them to their own devices forthe rest of the evening.
Lucas, the faithful, came back to 'Phemie's side, however. Some of theother girls were laughing at Sairy Pritchett and their taunts fed her irewith fresh fuel.
She talked very loud and laughed very much between the numbers of theprogram, and indeed was not always quiet while the entertainment itselfwas in progress. This she did as though to show the company in generalthat she neither cared for the schoolmaster's attentions nor that sheconsidered her friendship with the Bray girls of any importance.
Of course, the girls with whom she had wrangled on the schoolhouse stepswere delighted with what they considered Sairy's "let-down." If a girlreally came to an evening party with a young man, he was supposed to"stick" and to show interest in no other girl during the evening.
When the intermission came Mr. Somers deliberately took a seat againbeside Lyddy.
"Well, I never!" shrilled Sairy. "Some folks are as bold as brass. Humph!"
Now, as it happened, both Lyddy and the school teacher were quite ignorantof the stir they were creating. The green-eyed monster roared rightin their ears without either of them being the wiser. Lyddy was onlysorry that Sairy Pritchett proved to be such a loud-talking and ratherunladylike person.
But 'Phemie, who was younger, and observant, soon saw what was thematter. She wished to warn Lyddy, but did not know how to do so. And, ofcourse, she knew her sister and the school teacher were talking ofquite impersonal things.
These girls expected everybody to be of their own calibre. 'Phemie hadseen the same class of girls in her experience in the millinery shop.But it was quite impossible for Lyddy to understand such people, herexperience with young girls at school and college not having prepared herfor the outlook on life which these country girls had.
'Phemie turned to Lucas--who stuck to her like a limpet to a rock--forhelp.
"Lucas," she said, "you have been very kind to bring us here; but I wantto ask you to take us home early; will you?"
"What's the matter--ye ain't sick; be you?" demanded the anxious youngfarmer.
"No. But your sister is," said 'Phemie, unable to treat the matter withentire seriousness.
"Sairy?"
"Yes."
"What's the matter with _her_?" grunted Lucas.
"Don't you _see_?" exclaimed 'Phemie, in an undertone.
"By cracky!" laughed Lucas. "Ye mean because teacher's forgot she's onairth?"
"Yes," snapped 'Phemie. "You know Lyddy doesn't care anything about thatMr. Somers. But she has to be polite."
"Why--why----"
"Will you take us home ahead of them all?" demanded the girl. "Then yoursister can have the schoolmaster."
"By cracky! is that it?" queried Lucas. "Why--if you say so. I'll do justlike you want me to, Miss 'Phemie."
"You are a good boy, Lucas--and I hope you won't be silly," said 'Phemie."We like you, but we have been brought up to have boy friends who don'tplay at being grown up," added 'Phemie, as earnestly as she had everspoken in her life. "We like to have _friends_, not _beaux_. Won't yoube our friend, Lucas?"
She said this so low that nobody else could hear it but young Pritchett;but so emphatically that the tears came to her eyes. Lucas gaped at herfor a moment; then he seemed to understand.
"I get yer, 'Phemie," he declared, with emphasis, "an' you kin bank onme. Sairy's foolish--maw's made her so, I s'pose. But I ain't as big afool as I look."
"You don't look like a fool, Lucas," said 'Phemie, faintly.
"You've been brought up different from us folks," pursued the youngfarmer. "And I can see that we look mighty silly to you gals from thecity. But I'll play fair. You let me be your friend, 'Phemie."
The young girl had to wink hard to keep back the tears. There was "goodstuff" in this young farmer, and she was sorry she had ever--even insecret--made fun of him.
"Lucas, you are a good boy," she repeated, "and we both like you. You'llget us away from here and let Sairy have her chance at the schoolmaster?"
"You bet!" he said. "Though I don't care about Sairy. She's old enough toknow better," he added, with the usual brother's callousness regardinghis sister.
"She feels neglected and will naturally be mad at Lyddy," 'Phemie said."But if we slip out during some recitation or song, it won't be noticedmuch."
"All right," agreed Lucas. "I'll go out ahead and unhitch the ponies andget their blankets off. You gals can come along in about five minutes.Now! Mayme Lowry is going to read the 'Club Chronicles'--that's a sort ofhistory of neighborhood doin's since the last meetin'. She hits on mostev'rybody, and they will all wanter hear. We'll git aout quiet like."
So, when Miss Lowry arose to read her manuscript, Lucas left his seat and'Phemie whispered to Lyddy:
"Get your coat, dear. I want to go home. Lucas has gone out to get theteam."
"Why--what's the matter, child?" demanded the older sister, anxiously.
"Nothing. Only I want to go."
"We-ell--if you must----"
"Don't say anything more, but come on," commanded 'Phemie.
They arose together and tiptoed out. If Sairy saw them she made no sign,nor did anybody bar their escape.
Lucas had got his team into the road. "Here ye be!" he said, cheerfully.
"But--but how about Sairy?" cried the puzzled Lyddy.
"Oh, she'll ride home with the school teacher," declared Lucas, chuckling.
"But I really am surprised at you, 'Phemie," said the older sister."It seems rather discourteous to leave before the entertainment wasover--unless you are ill?"
"I'm sorry," said the younger girl, demurely. "But I go
t _so_ nervous."
"I know," whispered Lyddy. "Some of those awful recitations _were_ trying."
And 'Phemie had to giggle at that; but she made no further explanation.
The ponies drew them swiftly over the mountain road and under the whitelight of a misty moon they quickly turned into the lane leading toHillcrest. As the team dropped to a walk, 'Phemie suddenly leaned forwardand clutched the driver's arm.
"Look yonder, Lucas!" she whispered. "There, by the corner of the house."
"Whoa!" muttered Lucas, and brought the horses to a halt.
The girls and Lucas all saw the two figures. They wavered for a momentand then one hurried behind the high stone wall between the yard and theold orchard. The other crossed the front yard boldly toward the highroad.
"They came from the direction of the east wing," whispered 'Phemie.
"Who do you suppose they are?" asked Lyddy, more placidly. "Somebody whotried to call on us?"
"That there feller," said Lucas, slowly, his voice shaking oddly, as hepointed with his whip after the man who just then gained the highroad,"that there feller is Lem Judson Spink--I know his long hair andbroad-brimmed hat."
"What?" cried 'Phemie. "The man who lived here at Hillcrest when he wasa boy?"
"So they say," admitted Lucas. "Dad knew him. They went to schooltogether. He's a rich man now."
"But what could he possibly want up here?" queried Lyddy, as the ponieswent on. "And who was the other man?"
"I--I dunno who he was," blurted out Lucas, still much disturbed in voiceand appearance.
But after the girls had disembarked, and bidden Lucas good night, and theyoung farmer had driven away, 'Phemie said to her sister, as the latterwas unlocking the door of the farmhouse:
"_I_ know who that other man was."
"What other man?"
"The one who ran behind the stone wall."
"Why, who was it, 'Phemie?" queried her sister, with revived interest.
"Cyrus Pritchett," stated 'Phemie, with conviction, and nothing her sistercould say would shake her belief in that fact.