asked.”
[Angelo goes on and tells how his parents the Count and Countess had
to fly from Florence for political reasons, and died poor in Berlin
bereft of their great property by confiscation; and how he and Luigi
had to travel with a freak-show during two years and suffer
semi-starvation.]
“That hateful black-bread; but I seldom ate anything during that time;
that was poor Luigi’s affair–”
“I’ll never Mister him again!” cried the widow, with strong emotion,
“he’s Luigi to me, from this out!”
“Thank you a thousand times, madam, a thousand times! though in truth I
don’t deserve it.”
“Ah, Luigi is always the fortunate one when honors are showering,” said
Angelo, plaintively; “now what have I done, Mrs. Cooper, that you leave
me out? Come, you must strain a point in my favor.”
“Call you Angelo? Why, certainly I will; what are you thinking of! In
the case of twins, why–”
“But, ma, you’re breaking up the story–do let him go on.”
“You keep still, Rowena Cooper, and he can go on all the better, I
reckon. One interruption don’t hurt, it’s two that makes the trouble.”
“But you’ve added one, now, and that is three.”
“Rowena! I will not allow you to talk back at me when you have got
nothing rational to say.”
CHAPTER III
ANGELO IS BLUE
[After breakfast the whole village crowded in, and there was a grand
reception in honor of the twins; and at the close of it the gifted
“freak” captured everybody’s admiration by sitting down at the piano and
knocking out a classic four-handed piece in great style. Then the judge
took it–or them–driving in his buggy and showed off his village.]
All along the streets the people crowded the windows and stared at the
amazing twins. Troops of small boys flocked after the buggy, excited and
yelling. At first the dogs showed no interest. They thought they merely
saw three men in a buggy–a matter of no consequence; but when they found
out the facts of the case, they altered their opinion pretty radically,
and joined the boys, expressing their minds as they came. Other dogs got
interested; indeed, all the dogs. It was a spirited sight to see them
come leaping fences, tearing around corners, swarming out of every
bystreet and alley. The noise they made was something beyond belief–
or praise. They did not seem to be moved by malice but only by
prejudice, the common human prejudice against lack of conformity. If the
twins turned their heads, they broke and fled in every direction, but
stopped at a safe distance and faced about; and then formed and came on
again as soon as the strangers showed them their back. Negroes and
farmers’ wives took to the woods when the buggy came upon them suddenly,
and altogether the drive was pleasant and animated, and a refreshment all
around.
[It was a long and lively drive. Angelo was a Methodist, Luigi was
a Free-thinker. The judge was very proud of his Freethinkers’
Society, which was flourishing along in a most prosperous way and
already had two members–himself and the obscure and neglected
Pudd’nhead Wilson. It was to meet that evening, and he invited
Luigi to join; a thing which Luigi was glad to do, partly because it
would please himself, and partly because it would gravel Angelo.]
They had now arrived at the widow’s gate, and the excursion was ended.
The twins politely expressed their obligations for the pleasant outing
which had been afforded them; to which the judge bowed his thanks,
and then said he would now go and arrange for the Free-thinkers’ meeting,
and would call for Count Luigi in the evening.
“For you also, dear sir,” he added hastily, turning to Angelo and bowing.
“In addressing myself particularly to your brother, I was not meaning to
leave you out. It was an unintentional rudeness, I assure you, and due
wholly to accident–accident and preoccupation. I beg you to forgive
me.”
His quick eye had seen the sensitive blood mount into Angelo’s face,
betraying the wound that had been inflicted. The sting of the slight had
gone deep, but the apology was so prompt, and so evidently sincere, that