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says to her, ‘Go!’ The dame went, and I fired the jars of punkin after
her, two at a time. Thought I’d die laughing to see old Rachel run—with
them punkin jars raining after her. She’s told everywhere I’m crazy, so
nobody’ll come for love or money.”

“But Cissy _must_ have some one to look after her,” insisted Valancy,
whose mind was centred on this aspect of the case. She did not care
whether Roaring Abel had any one to cook for him or not. But her heart
was wrung for Cecilia Gay.

“Oh, she gits on. Barney Snaith always drops in when he’s passing and
does anything she wants done. Brings her oranges and flowers and
things. There’s a Christian for you. Yet that sanctimonious, snivelling
parcel of St. Andrew’s people wouldn’t be seen on the same side of the
road with him. Their dogs’ll go to heaven before they do. And their
minister—slick as if the cat had licked him!”

“There are plenty of good people, both in St. Andrew’s and St.
George’s, who would be kind to Cissy if you would behave yourself,”
said Valancy severely. “They’re afraid to go near your place.”

“Because I’m such a sad old dog? But I don’t bite—never bit any one in
my life. A few loose words spilled around don’t hurt any one. And I’m
not asking people to come. Don’t want ’em poking and prying about. What
I want is a housekeeper. If I shaved every Sunday and went to church
I’d get all the housekeepers I’d want. I’d be respectable then. But
what’s the use of going to church when it’s all settled by
predestination? Tell me that, Miss.”

“Is it?” said Valancy.

“Yes. Can’t git around it nohow. Wish I could. I don’t want either
heaven or hell for steady. Wish a man could have ’em mixed in equal
proportions.”

“Isn’t that the way it is in this world?” said. Valancy
thoughtfully—but rather as if her thought was concerned with something
else than theology.

“No, no,” boomed Abel, striking a tremendous blow on a stubborn nail.
“There’s too much hell here—entirely too much hell. That’s why I get
drunk so often. It sets you free for a little while—free from
yourself—yes, by God, free from predestination. Ever try it?”

“No, I’ve another way of getting free,” said Valancy absently. “But
about Cissy now. She _must_ have some one to look after her——”

“What are you harping on Sis for? Seems to me you ain’t bothered much
about her up to now. You never even come to see her. And she used to
like you so well.”

“I should have,” said Valancy. “But never mind. You couldn’t
understand. The point is—you must have a housekeeper.”

“Where am I to get one? I can pay decent wages if I could get a decent
woman. D’ye think I like old hags?”

“Will I do?” said Valancy.




CHAPTER XV


“Let us be calm,” said Uncle Benjamin. “Let us be perfectly calm.”

“Calm!” Mrs. Frederick wrung her hands. “How can I be calm—how could
anybody be calm under such a disgrace as this?”

“Why in the world did you let her go?” asked Uncle James.

“_Let_ her! How could I stop her, James? It seems she packed the big
valise and sent it away with Roaring Abel when he went home after
supper, while Christine and I were out in the kitchen. Then Doss
herself came down with her little satchel, dressed in her green serge
suit. I felt a terrible premonition. I can’t tell you how it was, but I
seemed to _know_ that Doss was going to do something dreadful.”

“It’s a pity you couldn’t have had your premonition a little sooner,”
said Uncle Benjamin drily.

“I said, ‘Doss, _where are you going_?’ and _she_ said, ‘I am going to
look for my Blue Castle.’”

“Wouldn’t you think _that_ would convince Marsh that her mind is
affected?” interjected Uncle James.

“And _I_ said, ‘Valancy, what _do_ you mean?’ And _she_ said, ‘I am
going to keep house for Roaring Abel and nurse Cissy. He will pay me
thirty dollars a month.’ I wonder I didn’t drop dead on the spot.”

“You shouldn’t have let her go—you shouldn’t have let her out of the
house,” said Uncle James. “You should have locked the door—anything——”

“She was between me and the front door. And you can’t realise how
determined she was. She was like a rock. That’s the strangest thing of
all about her. She used to be so good and obedient, and now she’s
neither to hold nor bind. But I said _everything_ I could think of to
bring her to her senses. I asked her if she had no regard for her

says to her, ‘Go!’ The dame went, and I fired the jars of punkin after

her, two at a time. Thought I’d die laughing to see old Rachel run—with

them punkin jars raining after her. She’s told everywhere I’m crazy, so

nobody’ll come for love or money.”

“But Cissy _must_ have some one to look after her,” insisted Valancy,

whose mind was centred on this aspect of the case. She did not care

whether Roaring Abel had any one to cook for him or not. But her heart

was wrung for Cecilia Gay.

“Oh, she gits on. Barney Snaith always drops in when he’s passing and

does anything she wants done. Brings her oranges and flowers and

things. There’s a Christian for you. Yet that sanctimonious, snivelling

parcel of St. Andrew’s people wouldn’t be seen on the same side of the

road with him. Their dogs’ll go to heaven before they do. And their

minister—slick as if the cat had licked him!”

“There are plenty of good people, both in St. Andrew’s and St.

George’s, who would be kind to Cissy if you would behave yourself,”

said Valancy severely. “They’re afraid to go near your place.”

“Because I’m such a sad old dog? But I don’t bite—never bit any one in

my life. A few loose words spilled around don’t hurt any one. And I’m

not asking people to come. Don’t want ’em poking and prying about. What

I want is a housekeeper. If I shaved every Sunday and went to church

I’d get all the housekeepers I’d want. I’d be respectable then. But

what’s the use of going to church when it’s all settled by

predestination? Tell me that, Miss.”

“Is it?” said Valancy.

“Yes. Can’t git around it nohow. Wish I could. I don’t want either

heaven or hell for steady. Wish a man could have ’em mixed in equal

proportions.”

“Isn’t that the way it is in this world?” said. Valancy

thoughtfully—but rather as if her thought was concerned with something

else than theology.

“No, no,” boomed Abel, striking a tremendous blow on a stubborn nail.

“There’s too much hell here—entirely too much hell. That’s why I get

drunk so often. It sets you free for a little while—free from

yourself—yes, by God, free from predestination. Ever try it?”

“No, I’ve another way of getting free,” said Valancy absently. “But

about Cissy now. She _must_ have some one to look after her——”

“What are you harping on Sis for? Seems to me you ain’t bothered much

about her up to now. You never even come to see her. And she used to

like you so well.”

“I should have,” said Valancy. “But never mind. You couldn’t

understand. The point is—you must have a housekeeper.”

“Where am I to get one? I can pay decent wages if I could get a decent

woman. D’ye think I like old hags?”

“Will I do?” said Valancy.

CHAPTER XV

“Let us be calm,” said Uncle Benjamin. “Let us be perfectly calm.”

“Calm!” Mrs. Frederick wrung her hands. “How can I be calm—how could

anybody be calm under such a disgrace as this?”

“Why in the world did you let her go?” asked Uncle James.

“_Let_ her! How could I stop her, James? It seems she packed the big

valise and sent it away with Roaring Abel when he went home after

supper, while Christine and I were out in the kitchen. Then Doss

herself came down with her little satchel, dressed in her green serge

suit. I felt a terrible premonition. I can’t tell you how it was, but I

seemed to _know_ that Doss was going to do something dreadful.”

“It’s a pity you couldn’t have had your premonition a little sooner,”

said Uncle Benjamin drily.

“I said, ‘Doss, _where are you going_?’ and _she_ said, ‘I am going to

look for my Blue Castle.’”

“Wouldn’t you think _that_ would convince Marsh that her mind is

affected?” interjected Uncle James.

“And _I_ said, ‘Valancy, what _do_ you mean?’ And _she_ said, ‘I am

going to keep house for Roaring Abel and nurse Cissy. He will pay me

thirty dollars a month.’ I wonder I didn’t drop dead on the spot.”

“You shouldn’t have let her go—you shouldn’t have let her out of the

house,” said Uncle James. “You should have locked the door—anything——”

“She was between me and the front door. And you can’t realise how

determined she was. She was like a rock. That’s the strangest thing of

all about her. She used to be so good and obedient, and now she’s

neither to hold nor bind. But I said _everything_ I could think of to

bring her to her senses. I asked her if she had no regard for her