"If you do, sir, she"ll never get up again."
"By Jo"!" exclaimed the owner of the horse. "I don"t want that!" He looked grimly on the gentle sufferer. "See her," he presently said; "why, I never saw anything get sick so fast. Why, Mr. March, I"m afraid she"s going to die right here! Half an hour ago I wouldn"t "a" sold that mare for two thousand dollars! Mr. March, if you can save her you may have all the doctors you want, and I"ll pay you a hundred dollars yourself as quick as I"d pay you one!"
"Give me the reins," was John"s response. "Where"s the very nearest good stable?"
There was one not far away. He turned and soon reached it. As they stopped in its door the beautiful creature in his care was trembling in all her flesh, and dripping sweat from every pore. The ready grooms helped him unharness.
"I"ll send for a doctor, shan"t I?" said Bulger, twice, before John heard him.
"Yes, if you know a real one; but I"ll have everything done before he gets here. Here, you, fetch a blanket. Somebody bring me some fine salt--oh, a double handful--a tumblerful--to rub her back with--only be quick!"
In a moment the harness had given place to halter and blanket, and the weak invalid stiffly followed John"s firm leading over the sawdust.
Three hours later Bulger said, "She"s a good deal better, ain"t she?"
and when March smiled fondly on her and replied that he "should say so,"
her owner suggested luncheon.
"No," said John, "you go and eat; I shan"t leave her till she"s well.
She mustn"t lie down, and I can"t trust anyone to keep her from doing it."
Two or three times more Bulger went and came again, and the lamps were being lighted in the streets when at last John remarked,
"Well, sir, you can harness her up now and drive her home. Nice gyirl!
Nice gyirl! Did you think us was gwine to let you curl up and die out yond" in the street? No, missie, no! you nice ole gyirl, doggone yo"
sweet soul, no!"
"Mr. March," said Bulger, "I said I"d pay you a hundred dollars if you"d cure her, didn"t I? Well, here"s my check for half of it, and if you just say the word I"ll make another for the other half."
John pushed away the proffering hand with a pleased laugh. "I can"t take pay for doctoring a horse, sir, but I will ask a favor of you--in fact, I"ll ask two; and the first is, Come and have dinner with me, will you?"
And when John called on Fannie the next morning, Mr. Bulger had taken a train for Suez, expecting to return in three days subscriber for all the land company"s stock left untaken through the prudence of the younger Fair. John had treated himself to a handsome new pocketbook.
LXII.
RAVENEL THINKS HE MUST
"So you"ll be leaving us at once!" said Fannie, as the two sat by Ravenel"s bed.
"No, not till Mr. Bulger gets back. I can be up to my neck in work till then on the colonization side of the business." They bent to hear the bridegroom"s words:
"Wish you wouldn"t go East till Friday evening, and then go with us."
"Why Jeff-Jack Ravenel," exclaimed Fannie, with a careworn laugh, "what are you talking about?"
"Not much fun for John," was the languishing reply, "but big favor to us."
"But, my goodness!" said the bride, "the doctor won"t even let you get up."
"Got to," responded the smiling invalid. "Got to be in Washington next Sunday."
"That"s simply ridiculous," laughed Fannie, with a pretty toss, and sauntered into the next room, closing the door between. The sick man"s smile increased:
"She"s going in there to cry," he softly drawled.
"You can"t go, Ravenel," said March. "Why, it"ll kill you, like as not."
"Got to go, John. Politics."
"Oh, the other fellows can work it without you."
"Yes," replied the smiling lips, "that"s why I"ve got to be there."
The subject was dropped. That was Tuesday morning. John called twice a clay until Thursday evening. Each time he came Fannie seemed more and more wan and blighted, though never less courageous.
"She"ll be sick herself if she doesn"t hire a nurse and get some rest,"
said the doctor to John; but her idea of a hired nurse was Southern, and she would not hear of it. John was not feeling too honest these days. On the evening of Thursday he came nerved up to mention Miss Garnet, whom, as a theme, he had wholly avoided whenever Fannie had spoken of her. But the moment he met Fannie, in the outer room, he was so cut to the heart to see how her bridal beauty had wasted with her strength that he could only beg her to lie down an hour, two, three, half the night, the whole of it, while he would watch and tend in her place. He would take it unkindly if she did not.
"Oh, John," she laughingly replied, "you forget!" He faintly frowned.
"Yes, Miss Fannie, I try to." He did not add that he had procured a.s.sistance.
Her response was a gleam of loving approval. John noticed seven or eight minute spots on her face and recognized for the first time in his life that they were freckles.
"John, did the doctor tell you it was my fault that Jeff-Jack got this sickness?"
"No, and I shouldn"t have believed it if he had."
"Thank you, John"--her lifted eyes filled--"thank you; but it was; it was my fault, and n.o.body shall watch him in my place." It would have made a difference to several besides herself, had she known that the doctor on both his last two visits had forgotten to say that no one need any longer sit up all night.
John called again Friday morning. School himself as best he could, still an energy in his mien showed there was news from Suez.
"What is it, old man," asked the slow-voiced invalid, "have they made the new slate?"
"Yes, and the bill"s pa.s.sed empowering the three counties to levy the tax and take the stock. Oh, Garnet"s a wheel-horse, yes, sir-ee!--and Gamble and Bulger are a team! Bulger isn"t coming back for a while at all; they"ve made him secretary."
A perceptible shade came over Ravenel"s face, although he smiled as he said,
"Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Have they made you vice-president?"
"Yea, they have! I no more expected such a thing--I knew Gamble, of course, would be president and Champion treasurer; but--Well, they say I can push things better as vice-president, and I reckon that"s so;" said John, and ceased without adding that his salary was continued and that Bulger would draw none.
"Where does Major Garnet come in?" asked Fannie.
"Oh, he still declines any appointment whatever, but he"s made up another company; a construction company to take our contracts.
Proudfit"s president. It"s not strongly officered; but, as Garnet says, better have men we can dictate to than men who might try to dictate to us. And besides, except Crickwater, they"re all Suez men. Mattox is treasurer; Pettigrew"s secretary."