CHAPTER XIII.
DEVELOPMENT.
"Sits the wind in that corner?"
MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING.
"For courage mounteth with occasion."
KING JOHN.
The la.s.situde that comes with spring had told upon Mr. Gartney. He had dyspepsia, too; and now and then came home early from the counting room with a headache that sent him to his bed. Dr. Gracie dropped in, friendly-wise, of an evening--said little that was strictly professional--but held his hand a second longer, perhaps, than he would have done for a mere greeting, and looked rather scrutinizingly at him when Mr. Gartney"s eyes were turned another way. Frequently he made some slight suggestion of a journey, or other summer change.
"You must urge it, if you can, Mrs. Gartney," he said, privately, to the wife. "I don"t quite like his looks. Get him away from business, at _almost any_ sacrifice," he came to add, at last.
"At _every_ sacrifice?" asked Mrs. Gartney, anxious and perplexed.
"Business is nearly all, you know."
"Life is more--reason is more," answered the doctor, gravely.
And the wife went about her daily task with a secret heaviness at her heart.
"Father," said Faith, one evening, after she had read to him the paper while he lay resting upon the sofa, "if you had money enough to live on, how long would it take you to wind up your business?"
"It"s pretty nearly wound up now! But what"s the use of asking such a question?"
"Because," said Faith, timidly, "I"ve got a little plan in my head, if you"ll only listen to it."
"Well, Faithie, I"ll listen. What is it?"
And then Faith spoke it all out, at once.
"That you should give up all your business, father, and let this house, and go to Cross Corners, and live at the farm."
Mr. Gartney started to his elbow. But a sudden pain that leaped in his temples sent him back again. For a minute or so, he did not speak at all. Then he said:
"Do you know what you are talking of, daughter?"
"Yes, father; I"ve been thinking it over a good while--since the night we wrote down these things."
And she drew from her pocket the memorandum of stocks and dividends.
"You see you have six hundred and fifty dollars a year from these, and this house would be six hundred more, and mother says she can manage on that, in the country, if I will help her."
Mr. Gartney shaded his eyes with his hand. Not wholly, perhaps, to shield them from the light.
"You"re a good girl, Faithie," said he, presently; and there was a.s.suredly a little tremble in his voice.
"And so, you and your mother have talked it over, together?"
"Yes; often, lately. And she said I had better ask you myself, if I wished it. She is perfectly willing. She thinks it would be good."
"Faithie," said her father, "you make me feel, more than ever, how much I _ought_ to do for you!"
"You ought to get well and strong, father--that is all!" replied Faith, with a quiver in her own voice.
Mr. Gartney sighed.
"I"m no more than a mere useless block of wood!"
"We shall just have to set you up, and make an idol of you, then!" cried Faith, cheerily, with tears on her eyelashes, that she winked off.
There had been a ring at the bell while they were speaking; and now Mrs.
Gartney entered, followed by Dr. Gracie.
"Well, Miss Faith," said the doctor, after the usual greetings, and a prolonged look at Mr. Gartney"s flushed face, "what have you done to your father?"
"I"ve been reading the paper," answered Faith, quietly, "and talking a little."
"Mother!" said Mr. Gartney, catching his wife"s hand, as she came round to find a seat near him, "are you really in the plot, too?"
"I"m glad there is a plot," said the doctor, quickly, glancing round with a keen inquiry. "It"s time!"
"Wait till you hear it," said Mr. Gartney. "Are you in a hurry to lose your patient?"
"Depends upon _how_!" replied the doctor, touching the truth in a jest.
"This is how. Here"s a little jade who has the conceit and audacity to propose to me to wind up my business (as if she understood the whole process!), and let my house, and go to my farm at Cross Corners. What do you think of that?"
"I think it would be the most sensible thing you ever did in your life!"
"Just exactly what Aunt Henderson said!" cried Faith, exultant.
"Aunt Faith, too! The conspiracy thickens! How long has all this been discussing?" continued Mr. Gartney, fairly roused, and springing, despite the doctor"s request, to a sitting position, throwing off, as he did so, the afghan Faith had laid over his feet.
"There hasn"t been much discussion," said Faith. "Only when I went out to Kinnicutt I got auntie to show me the house; and I asked her how she thought it would be if we were to do such a thing, and she said just what Dr. Gracie has said now. And, father, you _don"t_ know how beautiful it is there!"
"So you really want to go? and it isn"t drumsticks?" queried the doctor, turning round to Faith.
"Some drumsticks are very nice," said Faith.
"Gartney!" said Dr. Gracie, "you"d better mind what this girl of yours says. She"s worth attending to."
The wedge had been entered, and Faith"s hand had driven it.
The plan was taken into consideration. Of course, such a change could not be made without some pondering; but when almost the continual thought of a family is concentrated upon a single subject, a good deal of pondering and deciding can be done in three weeks. At the end of that time an advertis.e.m.e.nt appeared in the leading Mishaumok papers, offering the house in Hickory Street to be let; and Mrs. Gartney and Faith were busy packing boxes to go to Kinnicutt.