Thankfuls Inheritance | Page 6

had slid pell-mell along the seat down upon the body of her companion. Mrs. Barnes was beneath and getting her out was a harder task. However, it was accomplished at last.
"Mercy on us!" exclaimed the lady, as her companions assisted her to rise. "Mercy on us! I feel like a pancake. I never knew you weighed so much, Emily Howes. Well, that's all right and no bones broke. Where are we now? Why--why, that's a house, I do believe! We're in somebody's yard."
They were, that was plain even on a night as dark as this. Behind them, bordering the stretch of mud and puddles which they had just left, was the silhouette of a dilapidated picket fence; and in front loomed the shadowy shapes of buildings.
"We're in somebody's yard," repeated Thankful. "And there's a house, as sure as I live! Well, I never thought I'd be so grateful just at the bare sight of one. I'd begun to think I never would see a house again. If we'd run afoul of a ship I shouldn't have been so surprised. Come on, Emily!"
She seized her companion by the hand and led the way toward the nearest and largest building. Winnie S., having retrieved and relighted the overturned lantern, was inspecting the wreck of the depot-wagon. It was some minutes before he noticed that his passengers had disappeared. Then he set up a shout.
"Hi! Where you be?" he shouted.
"Here," was the answer. "Here, by the front door."
"Hey? Oh, all right. Stay where you be. I'll be there pretty soon."
The "pretty soon" was not very soon. Mrs. Barnes began to lose patience.
"I ain't goin' to roost on this step till mornin'," she declared. "I'm goin' inside. Ain't that a bell handle on your side of the door, Emily? Give it a pull, for mercy sakes!"
"But, Auntie--"
"Give it a pull, I tell you! I don't know who lives here and I don't care. If 'twas the President of the United States he'd have to turn out and let us in this night. Here, let me do it!"
She gave the glass knob a sharp jerk. From within sounded the jingle of an old-fashioned spring bell.
"There!" she exclaimed, "I guess they'll hear that. Anyway, I'll give 'em one more for good measure."
She jerked the bell again. The peal died away in a series of lessening tinkles, but there was no other sound from within.
"They must be sound sleepers," whispered Emily, after a moment.
"They must be dead," declared Thankful. "There's been smashin' and crackin' and hollerin' enough to wake up anybody that wa'n't buried. How that wind does blow! I--Hello! here comes that man at last. About time, I should say!"
Winnie S. appeared, bearing the lantern.
"What you doin'?" he asked. "There ain't no use ringin' that bell. Nobody'll hear it."
Thankful, who had just given the bell a third pull, took her hand from the knob.
"Why not?" she demanded. "It makes noise enough. I should think a graven image would hear it. What is this, a home for deaf people?"
Winnie S. grinned. "'Tain't nobody's home, not now," he said. "This house is empty. Ain't nobody lived in it for 'most a year."
The two women looked at each other. Mrs. Barnes drew along breath.
"Well," she observed, "if this ain't the last straw. Such a cruise as we've had; and finally be shipwrecked right in front of a house and find it's an empty one! Don't talk to ME! Well," sharply, "what shall we do next?"
The driver shook his head.
"Dummed if I know!" he answered. "The old wagon can't go another yard. I--I cal'late you folks'll have to stay here for a spell."
"Stay? Where'll we stay; out here in the middle of this howlin' wilderness?"
"I guess so. Unless you want to walk the rest of the way, same's I'm cal'latin' to. I'm goin' to unharness the horse and put him under the shed here and then hoof it over to the village and get somebody to come and help. You can come along if you want to, but it'll be a tougher v'yage than the one we've come through."
"How far off is this--this village of yours?"
"Oh, about a mile and a half!"
"A mile and a half! And it's beginnin' to rain again! Emily, I don't know how you feel, but if the horse can wait under the shed until somebody comes I guess we can. I say let's do it."
Emily nodded. "Of course, Auntie," she said, emphatically. "We couldn't walk a mile and a half in a storm like this. Of course we must wait. Where is the shed?"
Winnie S. led the way to the shed. It was a ramshackle affair, open on one side. General Jackson, tethered to a rusty ring at the back, whinnied a welcome.
The driver, holding the lantern aloft, looked about him. His two passengers looked