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I take great pleasure in presenting to Lavender Green and Sidney Romley this reward for the capture ofā€”ā€

He never did finish his speech. His voice was drowned in loud hurrahs that echoed and reechoed down the lane and brought Granā€™ma Calkins and Mart and Tillie Higgins in a great hurry to Achsa Greenā€™s.

Sidneyā€™s face flamed.

ā€œOh, I donā€™t want it!ā€ she cried. ā€œItā€™s Lavā€™s. Honestly. He really found out about the diamonds. Iā€”I justā€”ā€

Everyone looked at Lavender, whose face had gone even whiter. Against it his eyes shone big and black. He seemed to straighten in the old chair and his poor shoulders took on a fine dignity.

ā€œIā€”didnā€™tā€”wantā€”anyā€”money,ā€ he answered in a voice so weak that it was scarcely anything more than a whisper.

But here the practical Miss Letty, who had taught Mrs. Allan her lesson on Cape Cod folks, took charge of matters.

ā€œWell, you can do a whole lot with money, Lav Green. As long as the two counties decided it was worth that much to run down these smugglers I reckon youā€™ve earned it. And I want you men to go away from here and spread the word over the whole of Cape Cod that in that crooked body of Lav Greenā€™s is a heart thatā€™s as brave as the bravest and ambition, too. Folks have gotten to think heā€™s a loafer because he wouldnā€™t go to school, but theyā€™ll come to know he isnā€™t and you can tell them Letty Vine knows for sheā€™s taught him herself and he knows as much and more than any boy his age! And nowā€”well, you watch Lav Green! Thatā€™s all I can say. Some day you men will hear about him and remember this day and be awful proud!ā€

Miss Vine had to stop to swallow something in her throat. Capā€™n Phin forgot entirely the nice phrases he had practiced for the occasion. His men shuffled slowly out of the room, some of them coughing and others covertly wiping their eyes.

Mr. Dugald and Doctor Blackwell and Capā€™n Phin and Martie and Granā€™ma Calkins remained. Mart and Sidney were excitedly examining the little slip of paper that meant five thousand whole dollars, not with any coveting, for Mart was as vehement as Sidney in disclaiming any share in the reward. It was Lavā€™s. But for Lavā€™s risking everything to swim to shore no one might have known anything about Jed Starrowā€™s connection with the persistent smuggling.

ā€œOh, where is Jed Starrow?ā€ Sidney suddenly asked and Capā€™n Phin told her Jed Starrow was in jail.

ā€œItā€™ll be a lesson to him and others like him,ā€ he continued, sternly. ā€œBetrayinā€™ the honor of the Cape! And him born and brought up on it!ā€

Sidney felt a momentā€™s regret that anyone had to be in jail. Then she forgot it in everyoneā€™s interest as to what Lavender would do with so much money. They pressed him on every side, heedless of Doctor Blackwellā€™s warning that the boy should not be unduly excited.

Lavā€™s eyes found Aunt Achsaā€™s smiling face.

ā€œGet Aunt Achsa an oil stove,ā€ he answered promptly. ā€œAndā€”and lots of things. And books. Andā€”ā€ his eyes kindled. But he broke off abruptly. He was going to say that now he could go to school in one of the big cities where folks did not notice other folks who were ā€œdifferent.ā€ But he did not say it, he did not want to spoil Aunt Achsaā€™s joy.

Sidney understood and, reaching out, squeezed one of Lavenderā€™s hands.

Doctor Blackwell ordered his patient back to bed. Martie took Granā€™ma Calkins home. With much handshaking Capā€™n Phin took his leave. Miss Letty and Trude and Sidney briskly cleared away the dishes.

ā€œI feel as though I had lived ten years since I heard those men pounding on Steve Blackwellā€™s door,ā€ declared Miss Letty, piling the plates with a clatter.

ā€œOh, ten! A hundred! I didnā€™t know anyone could live so fast all at one time!ā€ agreed Sidney solemnly. ā€œSometimes I think Iā€™m just dreaming and will wake up and find that nothingā€™s happened. I wonā€™t mind going home now for Iā€™ll have so much to think about!ā€

ā€œGoing home?ā€ gasped Aunt Achsa. ā€œWhyā€”whyā€”ā€

Dugald Allan, coming from Lavenderā€™s room, interrupted them.

ā€œI beg to report that your millionaire nephew is resting quietly and is in fine shape.ā€ Sidney noticed with a little glow of feeling how quickly Mr. Dugaldā€™s eyes sought Trudeā€™s. And she thought Trude cruel to look away!

Miss Vine persuaded Aunt Achsa to go to bed and then said good-night herself. Her ā€œten yearsā€ had left her fatigued. Dugald Allan walked as far as the lane with her then came back, remembering suddenly that he was carrying two letters in his pocket.

ā€œIn the excitement I nearly forgot them,ā€ he apologized. He drew them out. Both were for Trude and had been forwarded by special delivery from Long Island. One was from Vick and one from Issy.

ā€œOh, open them quickly,ā€ begged Sidney.

Trudeā€™s hand trembled as she held Issyā€™s envelope. ā€œIā€™mā€”almost afraid to. I know itā€™s sillyā€”but so much has happened today thatā€”I donā€™t thinkā€”I could bearā€”anything more!ā€

CHAPTER XXV
 
NO ONE LAUGHS LAST

Trude read Issyā€™s letter aloud, not noticing in her high pitch of anxiety that Dugald Allan had lingered.

ā€œā€”I am going to tell something now concerning which I have given no hint in my former letters. Itā€™s something that means so much to me that I have not dared write about it until it was decided. And now it is decided. Professor Deering has asked me to stay on with him as his secretary. And I have accepted. The salary will not be so very big though it will seem big to me and I am happy among books and bookish people and working right here in the college will give me opportunities I never had before.

ā€œBut Trude dear, I feel like a deserter! To think that I who used to preach the loudest of our duty to Dadā€™s memory and the tradition of his genius should be the first to break from it! I believe now that Sidney, that morning she had her little flare-up and we promised her the Egg, broke down restraints that have been holding us all. Certainly, ever since then, rebellious thoughts have been growing in me. I have come to see our lives differently and to believe that weā€™ve been silly. We thought we had to go on living the same kind of lives we led when Dad was with us, that we had to submerge our own personalities to his because his was so great. Maybe the League frightened us into thinking that; they bought us or thought they did. But Trude, they couldnā€™t! They can buy the house and the atmosphere and Dadā€™s coat and chair and pens and all that but they canā€™t buy Dadā€™s children! Dad wouldnā€™t want it that way. Why, we are his greatest creation and our lives are his gift to us and he would want us to make something fine of those giftsā€”something that would be our own. Sidney said that she wanted to be something besides Joseph Romleyā€™s daughter and that was simply her real self crying for escape. I hope the dear child has found it in a happy summer and has had her fill of the adventure she craved.

ā€œHappy as I am I cannot bear thinking of leaving you with the responsibilities of Vick and Sidney and the League, except that you have always carried the responsibility anyway. But it seems too much for even shoulders like yours. So Iā€™ve been making schemes. Vick will be sure to marry soon, bless her pretty face, and then with my salary and the royalties we can send Sidney away to school and you can plan something for yourself just as I have done. Itā€™s a wonderful feeling, Trude, I am just beginning to live! I donā€™t mind a bit now thinking of being an old maidā€”ā€

Trude folded the letter, suddenly conscious of her listeners. Sidney caught at it as though to make certain it had actually been written by her sister Isolde.

ā€œThink of it. Trude! A hope-to-die secretary with a salary! I do believe itā€™s old Issy whoā€™s going to laugh last.ā€

ā€œWhat do you mean Sidney?ā€ asked Trude; but she did not wait for Sidney to answer. Her thoughts were elsewhere. ā€œI believe Issy has torn a veil from us all. We were silly. We held to the ties of Dad as a poet and were losing the sweet real ones of him as a father. Of course heā€™d want usā€”the father part of himā€”to live our own lives, make of them what we canā€”ā€

ā€œWould he?ā€ cried Dugald Allan from his corner. And at the sound of his voice Trude started, her face flushing crimson. ā€œThen, Trude Romley, will you please withdraw that answer you gave me out on the breakwall? It canā€™t hold good now.ā€

ā€œOh, hush! Donā€™t! Not hereā€”nowā€”ā€

Sidney, alert to some deeper meaning, took up his question.

ā€œWhat answer?ā€ she demanded.

Mr. Dugald threw his arm about her shoulder. ā€œSid, I asked your sister to marry me. You see I found out that you needed a big brother, someone with a stern eye and a hard heart and I rather want the job. And thatā€™s the only way I can think of. And she says she cannot, that she must keep the little household together in return for what the League has done and cook and sew and sweep and keep accounts. I think there was a lot moreā€”ā€

Sidney threw out an imploring hand to her sister.

ā€œOh, Trude, please! I do need a big brother. And Mr. Dugaldā€™s grand! And rich. Pola said so. And dear. And itā€™d be such fun having him in the family! Iā€™ll go away to school and Vick can work and we can give the old house over to the League. Issy said they couldnā€™t buy us! Andā€”why, there are just loads of women trying to get Mr. Dugaldā€”ā€

ā€œSidney Romley, stop!ā€ Trude stamped her foot in confused exasperation. She refused to meet Dugaldā€™s yearning eyes.

ā€œNo League can mortgage your heart or your happiness!ā€ he pleaded softly. ā€œIt belongs to youā€”to giveā€”ā€

ā€œI object to being courted in thisā€”publicā€”manner,ā€ Trude broke in, her hands flying to her face. But Dugald Allan caught the surrender in her eyes. He seized her hand.

ā€œAll right. Weā€™ll go out in the garden. Excuse us, Sid. When I come back I think Iā€™ll be your big brother.ā€

Sidneyā€™s eyes followed them longingly until they disappeared behind a hedge of hollyhocks. She wanted to laugh and to cry all at once she was so strangely happy; her girl heart stirred with a vicarious thrill to the look she had seen in Trudeā€™s face. Well, Trude would laugh last! Dear old Trude. Trude a bride when everyone had thought that she would never marry, just because she had no beaus like Vick or languishing poets like Issy.

Sidney stood still in the center of the dusk gray room. She did not know what she wanted to do nextā€”or even think of. She would like to plan the wedding at once with herself as a beautiful bridesmaid in shimmery white and Mart and Pola and Lavender and Aunt Achsa there to see, and she would like just to think of Mrs. Millikenā€™s face when she heard about everything andā€”

Suddenly her eyes fell upon Vickā€™s forgotten letter. What had Vick written? No ordinary letter could come on this momentous day! Perhaps Vick had written that she had elopedā€”she had read that sometimes even nice girls did that, girls oppressed by things like the League. She opened the letter without any hesitation and carried it to the door that she might read it by the fading light.

It was not neatly margined like Issyā€™s; the

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