The Corner House Girls Snowbound Part 9

"What could Dr. Forsyth have said about you that you think is unkind, Uncle Rufus?" repeated Ruth, as she came into the room to get the coat.

"Ah tell yo' what he done said!" exclaimed the old man, indignantly.

"Dr. Forsyth say Ah was a drunkard an' a joy-rider! Dat's what he say!

An' de goodness know, Missie Ruth, I ain't tetch a drap of gin fo'

many a long year, and I ain't nebber step foot in even your automobile. No'm! He done insulted me befo' de members of ma burial lodge, an' I don' want nothin' mo' to do wid dat white man--no'm!"

He spread out the insurance policy with a flourish and pointed to the examining doctor's notation regarding Uncle Rufus' former illness: "Autotoxication."

"Ah's a respectable man," urged Uncle Rufus, evidently hurt to the quick by what he thought was Dr. Forsyth's uncalled-for criticism. "Ah don't get drunk in no auto--no'm! An' I don't go scootin' roun' de country in one o' dem 'bominations. Dere is n.i.g.g.e.rs w'at owns one o'

dem flivvers an' drinks gin wid it. But not Unc' Rufus--no'm!"

"I never would accuse you of such reprehensible habits," Ruth a.s.sured him, having considerable difficulty in suppressing after all a desire to laugh. "Nor does Dr. Forsyth mean anything like that."

She explained carefully to the old negro that "autotoxication" meant "self-poisoning"--the poisoning of the body by unexpelled organic matter. This poison, in the form of an acid in the blood, was the cause of Uncle Rufus' pains and aches.

"Fo' de lan's sake!" murmured Uncle Rufus. "Is dat sho' 'nough so, Missie Ruth?"

"You know I would not mislead you, Uncle Rufus."

"Dat's right. You would not," agreed the old man. "An' is dat what dat fool white doctor mean? Ah jes' got rheumatics, like Ah always has?"

"Yes, Uncle Rufus."

"Tell me, Missie Ruth," he asked, "what do dem doctors want to use sech wo'ds fo', when dere is common wo'ds to use dat a pusson kin understan'?"

"Just for that reason, I fancy," laughed Ruth. "So the patient cannot understand. The doctors think it isn't well for the patient to know too much about what ails him, so they call ordinary illnesses by hard names."

"Ain't it a fac'? Ain't it a fac'?" repeated Uncle Rufus, shaking his head. "Ah reckon if we knowed too much, we wouldn't want doctors a-tall, eh? Well, now, Missie Ruth, you let dat Lindy gal git ma'

medicine bottle filled down to de drug store, and Ah'll dose up like Ah done befo'. If dat white doctor's medicine was good fo' one time, it ought to be good fo' another time."

Uncle Rufus remained in bed, however, and the little girls and Sammy, as well as Neale and Agnes, trooped up to say good-bye to him before they started for the railway station.

The north-bound express train halted at Milton at three minutes past nine, and the Corner House party were in good season for it. Mr.

Howbridge joined them on the station platform. Hedden, the lawyer's man, having gone ahead to make the path smooth for his employer and his friends, Mr. Howbridge and Neale attended to getting the tickets and to the light baggage; and they made the three older girls, Mrs.

MacCall, and the children comfortable in the chair car. Tom Jonah, of course, rode in the baggage car.

It was two hundred miles and more to Culberton, at the foot of Long Lake. The train made very good time, but it was past one o'clock when they alighted at the lake city. There was a narrow gauge road here that followed the line of the lake in a northerly direction; but it was little more than a logging road and the trains were so slow, and the schedule so poor, that Mr. Howbridge had planned for other and more novel means of transportation up the lake to the small town from which they would have to strike back into the wilderness by "tote-road" to Red Deer Lodge. But this new means of transportation, he told the young people, depended entirely upon the wind.

"Goodness!" gasped Agnes, "are we going up the lake by kite?"

"In a balloon, maybe?" Cecile laughed.

"Oh!" murmured Tess, who was much interested in air traffic, "I hope it's a big aeroplane."

"Nothing like that," Neale a.s.sured her. "But if we have a good wind you'll think we're flying, Tess."

Mr. Howbridge had taken the ex-circus boy into his confidence; but the rest of the party were so busy greeting Luke Shepard, who was waiting for them at this point, that they did not consider much how they were to get up the lake. There was no train leaving Culberton over the Lake Branch until evening. Neale disappeared immediately after greeting Luke, and took Tom Jonah with him.

In a few minutes Neale returned to the waiting room of the Culberton railroad station, and said to Mr. Howbridge:

"They are about ready. Man says the wind is good, and likely to be fresher, if anything. Favorable time. He's making 'em ready."

"What's going on?" asked Luke, who was a handsome young collegian particularly interested in Ruth Kenway, and not too serious to be enthusiastic over the secret the lawyer and Neale had between them.

"Come on and we'll show you," Neale said, grinning.

"No, no!" exclaimed Mr. Howbridge. "Let us have lunch first. We have a long, cold ride before us."

"In what?" Agnes asked. "We don't take to the sleigh yet, do we?"

"Aren't the cars on the branch line heated?" Ruth asked. "You know, we must not let the children get cold--and Mrs. MacCall."

"Don't mind about me, la.s.sie," returned the Scotchwoman. "I'll trust myself to Mr. Howbridge."

"We'll go to the hotel first of all," said the lawyer. "Hedden will have arranged for our comfort there--and other things, as well. Do not be afraid for the children, Martha."

But "Martha" could not help being a bit worried, even if Mrs. MacCall was along. And Neale's grin was too impish to be comforting.

"I know you men folks are cooking up something," she sighed. "And I am not at all sure, Mr. Howbridge, that you consider the needs of small children like Tess and Dot and Sammy."

"Huh!" grunted Sammy, who overheard this.

"I suppose if I had taken my twins home three months ago when Frank Birdsall died, you think I would have learned something about the needs and care of young persons by this time?" suggested the lawyer.

"Oh, I am sure you would have learned a great deal," agreed Ruth, unable to suppress a smile.

"I wish I had!" groaned Mr. Howbridge.

The mystery of the disappearance of Ralph and Rowena Birdsall weighed on Mr. Howbridge's mind continually. He did not often let the trouble come to the surface, however, being desirous of giving the young people with him a good time.

The surprise in store for them added zest to the enjoyment of the nice luncheon at the Culberton hotel. At half past two they all trooped out of the hotel, bags in hand, and instead of returning to the railway station, set off down the hill toward the docks.

"Are we going by steamer?" Agnes wanted to know. "Is there a channel open through the ice? I never _did_!"

"If there were two feet of ice on the Arlington Pond so that they could not drag it for the poor Birdsall twins," Ruth said, "surely this lake must be frozen quite as thick."

"But there's a sailboat! I see one!" cried Tess, pointing between the buildings as they approached the waterfront.

"And there's another," said Sammy. "Oh, Je-ru-sa-_lem_! Looky, Aggie!

That boat's sailing on the ice!"

"Oh-ee!" squealed Agnes, clasping her hands and letting her bag fall to the ground. "Ice-boats! Neale! Are they really ice-boats?"

"And are we going to sail on them?" murmured Ruth.

"For mercy's sake!" gasped the housekeeper. "Here's a fine thing! Have you gone daft, Mr. Howbridge?"

"It will be a new experience for you and me, Mrs. MacCall," said the lawyer calmly. "But they tell me it is very invigorating."