Cousin Maude - Page 100/138

Maude Glendower was a charming traveling companion, and in listening

to her lively sallies, and noticing the admiration she received, the

doctor forgot his lost four hundred dollars, and by the time they

reached Canandaigua he believed himself supremely happy in having

such a wife. John was waiting for them, just as thirteen years

before he had waited for blue-eyed Matty, and the moment her eye

fell upon the carriage he had borrowed from a neighbor, the new wife

exclaimed, "Oh, I hope that lumbering old thing is not ours. It

would give me the rickets to ride in it long."

"It's borrowed," the doctor said, 'and she continued, "I'll pick out

mine, and my horses, too. I'm quite a connoisseur in those matters."

John rolled his eyes toward his master, whose face wore a look never

seen there before.

"Henpecked!" was the negro's mental comment, as he prepared to

start.

When about three miles from the village the lady started up, saying,

"she had left her shawl, and must go back immediately."

"There is not time," said the doctor, "for the sun is already nearly

set. It will be perfectly safe."

"But it's my India shawl. I must have it," and the lady's hand was

laid upon the reins to turn the horses' heads.

Of course they went back, finding the shawl, not at the hotel, but

under the carriage cushions, where the lady herself had placed it.

"It's a maxim of mine to know what I'm about," the doctor ventured

to say, while a silvery voice returned, "So do I ordinarily, but it

is not strange that I forget myself on my wedding day." This was

well timed, and wrapping the garment carefully round her to shelter

her from the night air, the doctor bade the highly amused John to

drive on. They were more than halfway home when some luscious

oranges in a small grocery window, caught the bride's eye, and "she

must have some, she always kept them in her room," she said, and to

the grocer's inquiry, "How many, madam?" she answered, "Two dozen,

at least, and a box of figs, if you have them. I dote on figs."

It was the doctor's wedding day. He could not say no, and with a

mental groan he parted company with another bill, while John, on the

platform without, danced the "double shuffle" in token of his

delight. There was a second grocery to be passed, but by taking a

more circuitous route it could be avoided, and the discomfited

bridegroom bade John "go through the Hollow."