Girl of the Limberlost

Gene Stratton-Porter

• Publisher: pubOne.info
• Year: 2010
• eBook ISBN: 9782819923596
• Topic: Literature
• Subtopic: Classics
• Index: Literature

pubOne.info thank you for your continued support and wish to present you this new edition. WHEREIN ELNORA GOES TO HIGH SCHOOL AND LEARNS MANY LESSONS NOT FOUND IN HER BOOK

CHAPTER VII

WHEREIN MRS. COMSTOCK MANIPULATES MARGARET AND BILLY ACQUIRES A RESIDENCE

Saturday morning Elnora helped her mother with the work. When she had finished Mrs. Comstock told her to go to Sintons' and wash her Indian relics, so that she would be ready to accompany Wesley to town in the afternoon. Elnora hurried down the road and was soon at the cistern with a tub busily washing arrow points, stone axes, tubes, pipes, and skin-cleaning implements.

Then she went home, dressed and was waiting when the carriage reached the gate. She stopped at the bank with the box, and Sinton went to do his marketing and some shopping for his wife.

At the dry goods store Mr. Brownlee called to him, “Hello, Sinton! How do you like the fate of your lunch box? ” Then he began to laugh—

“I always hate to see a man laughing alone, ” said Sinton. “It looks so selfish! Tell me the fun, and let me help you. ”

Mr. Brownlee wiped his eyes.

“I supposed you knew, but I see she hasn't told. ”

Then the three days' history of the lunch box was repeated with particulars which included the dog.

“Now laugh! ” concluded Mr. Brownlee.

“Blest if I see anything funny! ” replied Wesley Sinton. “And if you had bought that box and furnished one of those lunches yourself, you wouldn't either. I call such a work a shame! I'll have it stopped. ”

“Some one must see to that, all right. They are little leeches. Their father earns enough to support them, but they have no mother, and they run wild. I suppose they are crazy for cooked food. But it is funny, and when you think it over you will see it, if you don't now. ”

“About where would a body find that father? ” inquired Wesley Sinton grimly. Mr. Brownlee told him and he started, locating the house with little difficulty. House was the proper word, for of home there was no sign. Just a small empty house with three unkept little children racing through and around it. The girl and the elder boy hung back, but dirty little Billy greeted Sinton with: “What you want here? ”

“I want to see your father, ” said Sinton.

“Well, he's asleep, ” said Billy.

“Where? ” asked Sinton.

“In the house, ” answered Billy, “and you can't wake him. ”

“Well, I'll try, ” said Wesley.

Billy led the way. “There he is! ” he said. “He is drunk again. ”

On a dirty mattress in a corner lay a man who appeared to be strong and well. Billy was right. You could not awake him. He had gone the limit, and a little beyond.

He was now facing eternity. Sinton went out and closed the door.

“Your father is sick and needs help, ” he said. “You stay here, and I will send a man to see him. ”

“If you just let him 'lone, he'll sleep it off, ” volunteered Billy. “He's that way all the time, but he wakes up and gets us something to eat after awhile. Only waitin' twists you up inside pretty bad. ”

The boy wore no air of complaint. He was merely stating facts.

Wesley Sinton looked intently at Billy. “Are you twisted up inside now? ” he asked.

Billy laid a grimy hand on the region of his stomach and the filthy little waist sank close to the backbone. “Bet yer life, boss, ” he said cheerfully.

“How long have you been twisted? ” asked Sinton.

Billy appealed to the others. “When was it we had the stuff on the bridge? ”

“Yesterday morning, ” said the girl.

“Is that all gone? ” asked Sinton.

“She went and told us to take it home, ” said Billy ruefully, “and 'cos she said to, we took it. Pa had come back, he was drinking some more, and he ate a lot of it— almost the whole thing, and it made him sick as a dog, and he went and wasted all of it. Then he got drunk some more, and now he's asleep again. We didn't get hardly none. ”

“You children sit on the steps until the man comes, ” said Sinton. “I'll send you some things to eat with him. What's your name, sonny? ”

“Billy, ” said the boy.

“Well, Billy, I guess you better come with me. I'll take care of him, ” Sinton promised the others. He reached a hand to Billy.

“I ain't no baby, I'm a boy! ” said Billy, as he shuffled along beside Sinton, taking a kick at every movable object without regard to his battered toes.

Once they passed a Great Dane dog lolling after its master, and Billy ascended Sinton as if he were a tree, and clung to him with trembling hot hands.

“I ain't afraid of that dog, ” scoffed Billy, as he was again placed on the walk, “but onc't he took me for a rat or somepin' and his teeth cut into my back. If I'd a done right, I'd a took the law on him. ”

Sinton looked down into the indignant little face. The child was bright enough, he had a good head, but oh, such a body!

“I 'bout got enough of dogs, ” said Billy. “I used to like 'em, but I'm getting pretty tired. You ought to seen the lickin' Jimmy and Belle and me give our dog when we caught him, for taking a little bird she gave us. We waited 'till he was asleep 'nen laid a board on him and all of us jumped on it to onc't. You could a heard him yell a mile. Belle said mebbe we could squeeze the bird out of him. But, squeeze nothing! He was holler as us, and that bird was lost long 'fore it got to his stummick. It was ist a little one, anyway. Belle said it wouldn't 'a' made a bite apiece for three of us nohow, and the dog got one good swaller. We didn't get much of the meat, either. Pa took most of that. Seems like pas and dogs gets everything. ”

Billy laughed dolefully. Involuntarily Wesley Sinton reached his hand. They were coming into the business part of Onabasha and the streets were crowded. Billy understood it to mean that he might lose his companion and took a grip. That little hot hand clinging tight to his, the sore feet recklessly scouring the walk, the hungry child panting for breath as he tried to keep even, the brave soul jesting in the face of hard luck, caught Sinton in a tender, empty spot.

“Say, son, ” he said. “How would you like to be washed clean, and have all the supper your skin could hold, and sleep in a good bed? ”

“Aw, gee! ” said Billy. “I ain't dead yet! Them things is in heaven! Poor folks can't have them. Pa said so. ”

“Well, you can have them if you want to go with me and get them, ” promised Sinton.

“Honest? ”

“Yes, honest. ”

“Crost yer heart? ”

“Yes, ” said Sinton.

“Kin I take some to Jimmy and Belle? ”

“If you'll come with me and be my boy, I'll see that they have plenty. ”

“What will pa say? ”

“Your pa is in that kind of sleep now where he won't wake up, Billy, ” said Sinton. “I am pretty sure the law will give you to me, if you want to come. ”

“When people don't ever wake up they're dead, ” announced Billy. “Is my pa dead? ”

“Yes, he is, ” answered Sinton.

“And you'll take care of Jimmy and Belle, too? ”

“I can't adopt all three of you, ” said Sinton. “I'll take you, and see that they are well provided for. Will you come? ”

“Yep, I'll come, ” said Billy. “Let's eat, first thing we do. ”

“All right, ” agreed Sinton. “Come into this restaurant. ” He lifted Billy to the lunch counter and ordered the clerk to give him as many glasses of milk as he wanted, and a biscuit. “I think there's going to be fried chicken when we get home, Billy, ” he said, “so you just take the edge off now, and fill up later. ”

While Billy lunched Sinton called up the different departments and notified the proper authorities ending with the Women's Relief Association. He sent a basket of food to Belle and Jimmy, bought Billy a pair of trousers, and a shirt, and went to bring Elnora.

“Why, Uncle Wesley! ” cried the girl. “Where did you find Billy? ”

“I've adopted him for the time being, if not longer, ” replied Wesley Sinton.

“Where did you get him? ”

“Well, young woman, ” said Wesley Sinton, “Mr. Brownlee told me the history of your lunch box. It didn't seem so funny to me as it does to the rest of them; so I went to look up the father of Billy's family, and make him take care of them, or allow the law to do it for him. It will have to be the law. ”

“He's deader than anything! ” broke in Billy. “He can't ever take all the meat any more. ”

“Billy! ” gasped Elnora.

“Never you mind! ” said Sinton. “A child doesn't say such things about a father who loved and raised him right. When it happens, the father alone is to blame. You won't hear Billy talk like that about me when I cross over. ”

“You don't mean you are going to take him to keep! ”

“I'll soon need help, ” said Wesley. “Billy will come in just about right ten years from now, and if I raise him I'll have him the way I want him. ”

“But Aunt Margaret doesn't like boys, ” objected Elnora.

“Well, she likes me, and I used to be a boy. Anyway, as I remember she has had her way about everything at our house ever since we were married. I am going to please myself about Billy. Hasn't she always done just as she chose so far as you know? Honest, Elnora! ”

“Honest! ” replied Elnora. “You are beautiful to all of us, Uncle Wesley; but Aunt Margaret won't like Billy. She won't want him in her home. ”

“In our home, ” corrected Wesley.

“What makes you want him? ” marvelled Elnora.

“God only knows, ” said Sinton. “Billy ain't so beautiful, and he ain't so smart, I guess it's because he's so human. My heart goes out to him. ”

“So did mine, ” said Elnora. “I love him. I'd rather see him eat my lunch than have it myself any time. ”

“What makes you like him? ” asked Wesley.

“Why, I don't know, ” pondered Elnora. “He's so little, he needs so much, he's got such splendid grit, and he's perfectly unselfish with his brother and sister. But we must wash him before Aunt Margaret sees him. I wonder if mother— — ”

“You needn't bother. I'm going to take him home the way he is, ” said Sinton. “I want Maggie to see the worst of it. ”

“I'm afraid— — ” began Elnora.

“So am I, ” said Wesley, “but I won't give him up. He's taken a sort of grip on my heart. I've always been crazy for a boy. Don't let him hear us. ”

“Don't let him be killed! ” cried Elnora. During their talk Billy had wandered to the edge of the walk and barely escaped the wheels of a passing automobile in an effort to catch a stray kitten that seemed in danger.

Wesley drew Billy back to the walk, and held his hand closely. “Are you ready, Elnora? ”

“Yes; you were gone a long time, ” she said.

Wesley glanced at a package she carried. “Have to have another book? ” he asked.

“No, I bought this for mother. I've had such splendid luck selling my specimens, I didn't feel right about keeping all the money for myself, so I saved enough from the Indian relics to get a few things I wanted. I would have liked to have gotten her a dress, but I didn't dare, so I compromised on a book. ”

“What did you select, Elnora? ” asked Wesley wonderingly.

“Well, ” said she, “I have noticed mother always seemed interested in anything Mark Twain wrote in the newspapers, and I thought it would cheer her up a little, so I just got his 'Innocents Abroad. ' I haven't read it myself, but I've seen mention made of it all my life, and the critics say it's genuine fun. ”

“Good! ...

Table of contents

• A GIRL OF THE LIMBERLOST
• CHARACTERS:
• A GIRL OF THE LIMBERLOST
• CHAPTER II
• CHAPTER III
• CHAPTER IV
• CHAPTER V
• CHAPTER VI
• CHAPTER VII
• CHAPTER VIII
• CHAPTER IX
• CHAPTER X
• CHAPTER XI
• CHAPTER XII
• CHAPTER XIII
• CHAPTER XIV
• CHAPTER XV
• CHAPTER XVI
• CHAPTER XVII
• CHAPTER XVIII
• CHAPTER XIX
• CHAPTER XX
• CHAPTER XXI
• CHAPTER XXII
• CHAPTER XXIII
• CHAPTER XXIV
• CHAPTER XXV
• Copyright