"From what I"ve heard about Mr. Harding, I don"t think he would have presumed upon it," Mrs. Mowbray replied. "Besides, it looks as if we owed Lance"s life to him and his companion and I really don"t see why you object to the man. Of course, it was tactless of him to plow up our trail, but he was within his rights."
Mowbray looked at her sharply. His wife was generally docile and seldom questioned his decisions, but she now and then showed an unexpected firmness.
"I don"t object to him, personally. For that matter, I know very little about him, good or bad," he said; and his tone implied that he was not anxious to learn anything more. "It is rather what he stands for that I disapprove of."
"What does he stand for?"
"What foolish people sometimes call Progress--the taint of commercialism, purely utilitarian ideas; in short, all I"ve tried to keep Allenwood free from. Look at England! You know how the old friendly relations between landlord and tenant have been overthrown."
"I wonder whether they were always friendly?" Beatrice interposed.
"They ought to have been friendly, and in most of the instances I can think of they were. But what can one expect when a rich tradesman buys up a fine estate, and manages it on what he calls "business lines"? This must mean putting the screw of a merciless compet.i.tion upon the farmer.
On the other hand, you see men with honored names living in extravagant luxury without a thought of their duty to their land, gambling on the Stock Exchange--even singing in music halls. The country"s in a bad way when you read of its old aristocracy opening hat shops."
"But what are the poor people to do if they have no money?" Beatrice asked.
"The point is that they"re being ruined by their own folly and the chaotic way things have been allowed to drift; but the other side of the picture"s worse. When one thinks of wealth and poverty jostling each other in the towns; oppressive avarice and sullen discontent instead of helpful cooperation! The community plundered by trusts! Industries wrecked by strikes! This is what comes of free compet.i.tion and contempt for authority; and the false principle that a man must turn all his talents to the making of money is at the root of it all."
It was a favorite hobby of the Colonel"s, and Mrs. Mowbray made no remark; but Beatrice was pleased to see that he had forgotten Harding.
"You would have made a good feudal baron," she said with a smile. "Your retainers wouldn"t have had many real grievances, but you would always have been on the king"s side."
"The first principle of all firm and successful government is that the king can do no wrong."
"We don"t challenge it at Allenwood, and it really seems to work well,"
Beatrice answered lightly; and then, because Mowbray insisted on formal manners, she turned to her mother. "And now, with your permission, I had better go to Lance."
When she left them Mowbray frowned.
"There"s another matter I want to talk about," he said. "I"m inclined to think we"ll have to do away with the card tables when the younger people spend the evening with us."
"But you"re fond of a game!"
"Yes. I"ll confess that a close game of whist is one of my keenest pleasures, and if I finish two or three dollars to the good it adds to the zest. For all that, one must be consistent, and I"ve grounds for believing there has been too much high play of late. The offenders will have to be dealt with if I can find them out."
Mrs. Mowbray knew that her husband"s first object was the good of the settlement, and that he would make any personal sacrifice to secure it.
"We can have music, or get up a dance instead," she suggested; and added anxiously: "You don"t think that Gerald----"
"I"d have grave suspicions, only that he knows what to expect," Mowbray answered grimly. "Something might be learned from Lance, but it would not be fair to ask."
"He wouldn"t tell," Mrs. Mowbray said stoutly, knowing her husband"s sense of honor. "Do you think it"s serious enough to be disturbed about?"
"I"m afraid so, although at the moment I can hardly judge. A game of cards in public, for strictly moderate points, or a small wager on a race, can do the boys no harm; but as soon as the stake gets large enough to be worth winning for itself, it leads to trouble; and systematic, secret gambling is a dangerous thing. As a matter of fact, I won"t have it at Allenwood. At present I can do nothing but keep a careful watch."
An hour later Mrs. Mowbray was sitting with Lance, when word was brought her that Harding had called.
"Let him come up here, if only for a minute," Lance begged.
"Well, but it must not be longer," his mother consented.
Harding bowed to her respectfully when he entered the room; then he turned to Lance with a smile.
"Glad to see you looking much better than I expected."
Lance gave him his hand, though he winced as he held it out, and his mother noticed Harding"s quick movement to save him a painful effort.
There was a gentleness that pleased her in the prairie man"s face.
"I don"t want to embarra.s.s you, but you"ll understand how I feel about what you did for me," said Lance. "I won"t forget it."
"Pshaw!" returned Harding. "We all get into sc.r.a.pes. I wouldn"t be here now if other people hadn"t dragged me clear of a mower-knife, and once out of the way of a locomotive when my team balked in the middle of the track."
"I don"t suppose any of the fellows gave you his clothes with the thermometer at minus forty. But I won"t say any more on that point. Was my horse killed?"
"On the spot!"
Lance looked troubled.
"Well, it was my own fault," he said slowly. "I was trying a new headstall, and I wasn"t very careful in linking up the bit."
He began to talk about the latest types of harness, and listened with obvious interest to Harding"s views on the subject, but after a while his voice grew feeble, and his mother interrupted.
"You"ll come back and see me when I"m better, won"t you?" he asked eagerly.
Harding made a vague sign of a.s.sent, and left the room with Mrs.
Mowbray. When they reached the hall, she stopped him.
"You did us a great service last night--I can find no adequate way of expressing my grat.i.tude," she said.
Harding saw that she had not spoken out of mere conventional politeness.
"I think you make too much of it. Certainly, it was fortunate we happened to come along; the rest followed. But I can understand how you feel--I had a good mother."
She was pleased by his reply, and she had watched him closely while he talked to Lance. The man was modest and yet quietly sure of himself. He had shown no awkwardness, and his rather formal deference to herself was flattering. She somehow felt that he would not have offered it solely on account of her station.
"I"m glad to see your son looking pretty bright," Harding went on.
"You roused him. He was very listless and heavy until you came."
"I"m afraid I talked too much; it"s a way I sometimes have." Harding smiled. Then he looked at her directly. "He asked me to come back."
Mrs. Mowbray knew he was shrewd enough to take a hint, and that she could without discourtesy prevent his coming; still, she did not wish to do so. She had heard her husband"s views, to which she generally deferred; but she liked Harding, and he had saved her son"s life.
Moreover, she had a suspicion that his influence would be good for the boy.
"I hope you will come whenever it pleases you," she said with quiet sincerity.
"It will please me very much. I"ll make use of the privilege as long as he finds that I amuse him."