The Village Convict | Page 2

it seemed good to git home, nor how the
thermometer had varied in different parts o' the town where he 'd been.
Everything seemed to fetch right up standin' to the State's-prison."
"I was just goin' to say, 'How'd ye leave everybody?'" said Doane; "but
that kind o' seemed to bring up them he 'd left. I felt real bad, though, to
hev the feller go off 'thout none on us speakin' to him. He 's got a hard
furrer to plough; and yet I don't s'pose there 's much harm in him, 'f
Eliphalet only keeps quiet."
"Eliphalet!" said a young sailor, contemptuously. "No fear o' him! They
say he 's so sca't of Eph he hain't hardly swallowed nothin' for a week."
"But where will he live?" asked a short, curly-haired young man, whom
Eph had seemed not to recognize. It was the new doctor, who, after
having made his way through college and the great medical school in
Boston, had, two years before, settled in this village.
"I believe," said Mr. Adams, rubbing his hands, "that he wrote to
Joshua Carr last winter, when his mother died, not to let the little place
she left, on the Salt Hay Road; and I understand that he is going to
make his home there. It is an old house, you know, and not worth much,
but it is weather-tight, I should say."
"Speakin' of his writin' to Joshua," said Doane, "I have heard such a
sound as that he used to shine up to Joshua's Susan, years back. But that
's all ended now. You won't catch Susan marryin' no jailbirds."
"But how will he live?" said the doctor. "Will anybody give him
work?"
"Let him alone for livin'," said Doane. "He can ketch more fish than

any other two men in the place--allers seemed to kind o' hev a knack o'
whistlin' 'em right into the boat. And then Nelson Briggs, that settled up
his mother's estate, allows he 's got over a hundred and ten dollars for
him, after payin' debts and all probate expenses. That and the place is
all he needs to start on."
"I will go to see him," said the doctor to himself, as he went out upon
the requisition of a grave man in a red tippet, who had just come for
him. "He does n't look so very dangerous, and I think he can be tamed.
I remember that his mother told me about him."
Late that night, returning from his seven miles' drive, as he left the
causeway, built across a wide stretch of salt-marsh, crossed the rattling
plank bridge, and ascended the hill, he saw a light in the cottage
window, where he had often been to attend Aunt Lois. "I will stop
now," said he. And, tying his horse to the front fence, he went toward
the kitchen door. As he passed the window, he glanced in. A lamp was
burning on the table. On a settle, lying upon his face, was stretched the
convict, his arms beneath his head. The canvas bag lay on the floor
beside him. "I will not disturb him now," said the doctor.
*****
A few days later Dr. Burt was driving in his sleigh with his wife along
the Salt Hay Road. It was a clear, crisp winter forenoon. As they neared
Eph's house, he said,--
"Mary, suppose I lay siege to the fort this morning. I see a curl of
smoke rising from the little shop in the barn. He must be making
himself a jimmy or a dark-lantern to break into our vegetable cellar
with."
"Well," said she, "I think it would be a good plan; only, you know, you
must be very, very careful not to hint, even in the faintest way, at his
imprisonment. You mustn't so much as suspect that he has ever been
away from the place. People hardly dare to speak to him, for fear he
will see some reference to his having been in prison, and get angry."

"You shall see my sly tact," said her husband, laughing. "I will be as
innocent as a lamb. I will ask him why I have not seen him at the
Sabbath-school this winter."
"You may make fun," said she, "but you will end by taking my advice,
all the same. Now, do be careful what you say."
"I will," he replied. "I will compose my remarks carefully upon the
back of an envelope and read them to him, so as to be absolutely sure. I
will leave on his mind an impression that I have been in prison, and
that he was the judge that tried me."
He drove in at the open gate, hitched his horse in a warm corner by the
kitchen door, and then stopped