Part 30 (1/2)
It was more than a week before they found him, and it is probable that they would not have captured him at all, had he not persisted in staying in the neighborhood, so as to be on hand with his axe, in case the line should be repaired.
”It's all along of my tellin' him that that line was got up by them Loudon children,” said Cousin Maria. ”He hates Mr. Loudon worse than pisen, because he was the man that found out all his tricks.”
Mason was taken to the court-house and locked up in the jail. Almost all the people of the county, and some people belonging to adjoining counties, made up their minds to be at the court-house when his trial should take place.
On the second night of his imprisonment, George Mason forced open a window of his cell and went away. And what was more, he staid away. He had no desire to be at the court-house when his trial took place.
No one felt more profound satisfaction when George Mason left the country, and the telegraph line was once more in working order, than Harry and Kate.
They had an idea that if George Mason, should persist in cutting the telegraph line, the Mica Company would give it up, and that they might be called upon to refund the money on which Aunt Matilda depended for support. They had been told that they need not trouble themselves about this, as the Mica Company had taken all risks; but still they were delighted when they heard that George Mason had cleared out, and that there was every reason to suppose that he would not come back.
CHAPTER x.x.xII.
AUNT MATILDA'S LETTER.
One afternoon, about the end of October, Aunt Matilda was sitting in her big straight-backed chair, on one side of her fireplace. There was a wood fire blazing on the hearth, for the days were getting cool and the old woman liked to be warm. On the other side of the fireplace sat Uncle Braddock. Sitting on the floor, between the two, were John William Webster and d.i.c.k Ford. In the doorway stood Gregory Montague. He was not on very good terms with Aunt Matilda, and was rather afraid to come in all the way. On the bed sat Aunt Judy.
It must not be supposed that Aunt Matilda was giving a party. Nothing of the kind. These colored people were not very much engrossed with business at this time of the year, and as it was not far from supper-time, and as they all happened to be near Aunt Matilda's cabin that afternoon, they thought they'd step in and see her.
”Does any of you uns know,” asked Aunt Matilda, ”whar Ole Miles is now?
Dey tells me he don't carry de mails no more.”
”No,” said John William Webster, who was always quick to speak. ”Dey done stop dat ar. Dey got so many letters up dar at de mica mines, dat dey send all the big ones to de pos'-office in a bag an' a buggy, and dey send de little ones ober de telegraph.”
”But whar's Ole Miles?” repeated Aunt Matilda.
”He's a-doin' jobs up aroun' de mines,” said Uncle Braddock. ”De las'
time I see him he was a-whitewas.h.i.+n' a fence.”
”Well, I wants to see Ole Miles,” said Aunt Matilda. ”I wants him to carry a letter fur me.”
”I'll carry yer letter, Aunt Matilda,” said d.i.c.k Ford; and Gregory Montague, anxious to curry favor, as it was rapidly growing near to ash-cake time, stated in a loud voice that he'd take it ”fus thing in de mornin'.”
”I don' want none o' you uns,” said Aunt Matilda. ”Ole Miles is used to carryin' letters, and I wants him to carry my letter. Ef you'd like ter keep yerse'f out o' mischief, you Greg'ry, you kin go 'long and tell him I wants him to carry a letter fur me.”
”I'll do that,” said Gregory, ”fus' thing in de mornin'.”
”Better go 'long now,” said Aunt Matilda.
”Too late now, Aunt Matilda,” said Gregory, anxiously. ”Couldn't git dar 'fore dark, no how, and he'd be gone away, and I 'spect I couldn't fin'
him.”
”Whar is yer letter?” asked Uncle Braddock.
”Oh, 'tain't writ yit,” said Aunt Matilda. ”I wants some o' you uns to write it fur me. Kin any o' you youngsters write writin'?”
”Yes, ma'am,” said John William Webster. ”Greg'ry kin write fus-rate.
He's been ter school mor'n a month.”