"Um-HUM. I always did say he was his sister's own brother--for all

they don't look a bit alike. What's born into a man never comes

out!"

"Mr. Dorrance is my husband, Mammy! I shall not let you speak

disrespectfully of him. He does what he believes to be right and

just," returned Mabel, sternly.

"I ain't a-goin' to arger that with you, my sugar-plum! You're

right to stand up for him. I beg your pardon ef I've seemed sassy or

hurt your feelin's. And I dar' say, there mayn't be nothin' wuss

'bout him nor his outside. And that don't matter so much, ef

people's insides is clean and straight in the sight of the Lord. But

HER outside is all that's decent about her, ef you'll listen to

me--"

"You are forgetting yourself again!" said Mabel, unable to suppress

a smile. "Mrs. Aylett is your mistress--"

The woman's queer behavior arrested the remonstrance. Stepping on

tiptoe to the door she locked it, and approached her young mistress

with an ostentatious attempt at treading lightly, shaking her head

and pursing up her mouth in token of secrecy, while she fumbled in

her bosom for something that seemed hard to get at. Drawing it forth

at last she laid it in Mabel's lap--a small leather wallet, glossy

with use, tattered at the corners, and tied up with a bit of dirty

twine.

"What is this, and what am I to do with it?"

Mabel shrank from touching it, so foul and generally disreputable

was its appearance.

"Keep both your ears open, dearie, and I'll tell you all I know!"

And with infinite prolixity and numerous digressions she recounted

how, in removing the sodden clothing of the unknown man who had been

picked up on the lawn on that memorable stormy Chistmas night, more

than a year before, this had slipped from an inner breast-pocket of

the coat, "right into her hand." Not caring to disturb the doctor's

examination of his patient, or to tempt the cupidity of her

fellow-servants by starting the notion that there might be other

valuables hidden in the articles they handled so carelessly, she had

pocketed it, unobserved by them, guessing that it would be of

service at the inquest. Her purpose of producing it then was,

according to her showing, reversed by Mrs. Aylett's stolen visit to

the chamber and minute inspection of garments she would not have

touched unless urged to the disagreeable task by some mighty

consideration of duty, self-interest, or fear.

"'Then,' thinks I"--Phillis stated the various steps of her

reasoning--"'you wouldn't take the trouble to pull over them nasty,

muddy close, 'thout you expected to get some good out on 'em, or was

afeard of somethin' or 'nother fallin' into somebody else's hands.'

Whichsomever this mought be,'twasn't my business to be gittin' up a

row and a to-do before the crowner and all them gentlemen. 'Least

said soonest mended,' says I to myself, and keeps mum about the

whole thing--what I'd got, and what I'd seen. But when I come to

think it all over arterward, I was skeered for true at what I'd

done, and for fear Mars' Winston wouldn't like it. What reason could

I give him for hidin' of the pocketbook, ef I give it up to him? Ef

I tole all the truth, SHE'D be mad as a March hare, and like as not

face me down that all I had said was a dream or a lie, or that I was

drunk that night and couldn't see straight. I'd hearn her tell too

many fibs with a smooth tongue and a sweet smile not to be sure of

that! So, all I should git for my care of the repertation of my

fam'ly would be her ill-will, and to be 'cused by other people of

stealin', and for the rest of my days she'd do all she could to

spite me. For I'm sure as I stand here, Miss Mabel, that she knew,

or thought she knew, somethin' 'bout that poor, despisable wretch

that died up in the garret. What else brought him a-spyin' 'round

here, and what was there to make her faint when she ketched sight of

him a-lookin' in at her through the winder? and what COULD a sent

her upstars when everybody else was asleep, fur to haul his close

about, and poke them fine white fingers of hern into his pockets,

and pull his WHISKERY face over to the light so's to see it better?

Depend 'pon it, there's a bad story at the bottom of this somewhere.

I've hearn of many a sich that came of gentlemens' marrying

forringers what nobody knowed anything about. Anyhow, I want you to

take keer of this 'ere pocketbook. Ef I was to die all of a suddent,

and 'twas found 'mong my things, some mischief mought be hatched out

on it. It's safer in your hands nor it is in mine. Now, I'll jest

light your lamp, and you can 'xamine it, and pitch it into the fire,

ef you like, when you're through."




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