Donald looked in amazement at the angry face beside him.
"What in thunder do you mean by that, Wick?"
"What I say. I guess it hasn"t been so long ago that we"ve both forgotten another instance."
"See here, Wick," said Donald, his anger rising, "you"d better drop this. You don"t know what you are talking about."
"I know you spoiled my chances once and you are not going to spoil them again. You"ve got to leave Miss Connie alone. You"ve got to promise me--"
"I promise you nothing."
They had reached the hitching block and Donald got out of the buggy and, not waiting for his companion, went up the walk to the house. The peace of the old place wrapped him round like the folds of a warm garment He forgot Noah, and the pursuing troubles; he forgot everything except that Thornwood, with all its memories and traditions, was for the present his, held in sacred trust until that time when he could give it back to the one who loved it best.
"Why, it"s Cousin Don!" cried Connie who had heard the wheels and come to investigate. "I never was so glad to see anybody in my life. I thought it was Mr. Wicker!"
"Cheer up! He"s. .h.i.tching his horse at the block now."
"How tiresome! I thought we left him in town yesterday. I don"t believe you are a bit glad to have us for a neighbor. Why didn"t you come over last night? I haven"t seen you for four days!"
"You haven"t missed anything, Connie. I"ve been down and out."
"Everybody has! It"s too stupid for words. Since the trial and the bank failure I haven"t been able to get a smile out of anybody! I hope the Turtle won"t be grumpy."
"Who is the Turtle?"
"Mr. Wicker. Hat calls him that, because he never lets go "til it thunders. Aren"t you coming in the parlor?"
"No, I"ll give Wick the field to-night. I want to see your Father on business."
"That sounds interesting!" said Connie audaciously. "You might have spoken to me first!"
The Doctor was preparing to go up to bed when Donald entered the sitting-room, but he put down his candle and greeted him warmly.
"A phenix rising from his ashes!" he said. "I am glad to see that you have survived the trials of the past ten days. It is very kind of you to come over in the midst of your trouble to welcome us to our new quarters. You are not going to leave us, my dear?" this to Miss Lady who had risen at Donald"s entrance.
"I was going to get your beef-tea."
"Oh, to be sure. I can"t begin to tell you, Donald, how much I regret the decision in your case. How did it happen?"
Donald, whose hungry eyes were devouring every familiar detail of the homely fire-lit room, shrugged his shoulders. "Eleven jury-men were for acquittal, I am told, and the twelfth, a fellow named Jock Hibben talked them over."
"Jock Hibben? I know the man. A radical Socialist who has been giving us some trouble at the university. Quite an orator, I believe, but a fanatic. You have made a motion for a new trial?"
"It has been refused."
"Indeed! And you appeal it, of course?"
"Yes."
"The decision is bound to be reversed," the Doctor a.s.sured him, "and the second trial will go in your favor. I have never doubted the ultimate outcome. What is that scratching noise?"
Miss Lady, who was just entering, paused to listen, then she suddenly set the cup she carried on the table, and flung open the door.
A long, s.h.a.ggy, disheveled dog, with small, sad eyes, and a stub of a tail, hurled himself upon her, and began rapturously to lick her hands.
"It"s Mike," she cried joyously, sitting on the floor and gathering her muddy visitor into her arms. "I knew he"d find out we were home. Oh! you blessed, blessed dog!"
Mike, unable to restrain his transports, made a mad tour of the room, upsetting the stack of ma.n.u.script that the Doctor had neatly arranged on a stand beside him. On his second round he discovered the visitor whom he sniffed with increasing excitement.
Donald raised a forefinger, and tapped his knee. In an instant Mike remembered. Lifting his fore-paws, and dropping his head upon them, he answered the call to prayer.
Two pairs of eyes met involuntarily, and the owners smiled.
"Do put him out, my dear," urged the Doctor, who had stooped to pick up the scattered sheets of his ma.n.u.script. "This is the last volume of my series, Donald. You remember I was collecting data for it when you were at the university. I had expected to publish it this spring, but it will have to be postponed now."
Donald winced. "On account of the bank failure, I suppose?"
"Well, yes. Basil advises a curtailment of all expenditure for the present. However, it may be just as well to publish in the fall. That will give me three more months on the revision."
"I hope you were not seriously involved, Doctor?"
"No, no, I imagine not," said the Doctor vaguely as he made a marginal correction on one of the sheets. "Basil and I have been so much occupied that we have scarcely had a chance to discuss the matter. He said I might possibly lose something, but that he would protect my interests. I trust you are not one of the losers?"
"No," Donald said shortly, "I lost nothing." Then after a pause during which he stared at the floor, he looked up. "Doctor, I want to consult you about something. Your standards of right and wrong seem to me a bit surer than most people"s. I"m in trouble and I want your advice."
He was looking at the Doctor as he spoke, but he was acutely conscious of the slender figure that stood with her back to them before the open fire.
"You see," he said, plunging into his subject, "a week before the bank failed I found that I might need a lot of ready money before I got through with the trial. So I sold all my People"s Bank stock."
"That was fortunate."
"But, Doctor! Don"t you see? At the time I sold the shares they weren"t worth the paper they were printed on!"
"But you were ignorant of this."
"Of course; but does that alter the fact that I took money for stock that was worthless?"
The Doctor rubbed his hands together thoughtfully. For once he was not prepared to give an immediate answer to a question concerning a moral issue.
"On the spur of the moment I should advise you to refund the money, but I do not know if such advice is wise. The fact is, neither you nor I are sufficiently versed in financial matters to know what is customary in such cases. What does your brother-in-law advise?"
"I have had no conversation with him since the bank failed. He stays in town nearly every night, and you can imagine what his days are."
"Well, I should put the matter before him, explain my scruples, and then act unquestioningly on his advice. It has been my rule in life, when my own judgment did not suffice, to consult the highest available authority upon that given subject and abide by it. Basil Sequin, in spite of this unfortunate failure, is undoubtedly our ablest financier. I can only bid you do as I have done; leave everything entirely to him."
"I shouldn"t!" cried Miss Lady, wheeling about with a return of her old, childlike, impetuous manner; "I shouldn"t leave it to anybody. I"d buy back the stock, every share of it. I wouldn"t keep money for which I"d given nothing! You ought to see Miss Ferney Foster! She bought bank stock only last week; gave all the money she"d made on her pickles for ten years, and when she found the bank had failed, she went out of her head. I"ve been there to-day and she didn"t know me."
"Who sold her the stock?"