And Starr would lay her soft sweet mouth on hie as tenderly and gravely as if she understood the full import of her obligation. At such times Mikky would watch her bright face as it came close to his, and when her lips touched his he would close his eyes as if to shut out all things else from this sacred ceremony. After Starr and Morton were gone the nurse was wont to look furtively toward the bed and note the still, lovely face of the boy whose eyes were closed as if to hold the vision and memory the longer. At such times her heart would draw her strangely from her wonted formality and she would touch the boy with a tenderness that was not natural to her.
There were other times when Mr. Endicott would come and talk briefly with the boy, just to see his eyes light and his face glow with that wonderful smile, and to think what it would be if the boy were his own. Always Mikky enjoyed these little talks, and when his visitor was gone he would think with satisfaction that this was just the right kind of a father for his little lovely Starr. He was glad the Baby Starr had a father. He had often wondered what it would be like to have a father, and now he thought he saw what the height of desire in a father might be. Not that he felt a great need for himself in the way of fathers. He had taken care of himself since he could remember and felt quite grown up and fathers usually drank; but a baby like that needed a father, and he liked Starr"s father.
But the dearest thing now in life for him was little Starr"s kisses.
To the father, drawn first by grat.i.tude to the boy who had saved his child"s life, and afterwards by the boy"s own irresistible smile, these frequent visits had become a pleasure. There had been a little boy before Starr came to their home, but he had only lived a few weeks. The memory of that golden, fuzzy head, the little appealing fingers, the great blue eyes of his son still lingered bitterly in the father"s heart. When he first looked upon this waif the fancy seized him that, perhaps his own boy would have been like this had he lived, and a strange and unexpected tenderness entered his heart for Mikky. He kept going to the little invalid"s room night after night, pleasing himself with the thought that the boy was his own.
So strong a hold did this fancy take upon the man"s heart that he actually began to consider the feasibility of adopting the child and bringing him up as his own--this, after he had by the aid of detectives, thoroughly searched out all that was known of him and found that no one owned Mikky nor seemed to care what became of him except Buck and his small following.
And all the time the child, well fed, well cared for, happier than he had ever dreamed of being in all his little hard life, rapidly convalesced.
Endicott came home one afternoon to find Mikky down in the reception room dressed in black velvet and rare old lace, with his glorious sheaf of golden hair which had grown during his illness tortured into ringlets, and an adoring group of ladies gathered about him, as he stood with troubled, almost haughty mien, and gravely regarded their maudlin sentimentalities.
Mrs. Endicott had paid no attention to the boy heretofore, and her sudden interest in him came from a chance view of him as he sat up in a big chair for the first time, playing a game with little Starr. His big eyes and beautiful hair attracted her at once, and she lost no time in dressing him up like a doll and making him a show at one of her receptions.
When her husband remonstrated with her, declaring that such treatment would ruin the spirit of any real boy, and spoil him for life, she shrugged her shoulders indifferently, and answered:
"Well, what if it does? He"s nothing but a foundling. He ought to be glad we are willing to dress him up prettily and play with him for a while."
"And what would you do with him after you were done using him for a toy?
Cast him aside?"
"Well, why not?" with another shrug of her handsome shoulders. "Or, perhaps we might teach him to be a butler or footman if you want to be benevolent.
He would be charming in a dark blue uniform!"
The woman raised her delicate eyebrows, humming a light tune, and her husband turned from her in despair. Was it nothing at all to her that this child had saved the life of her baby?
That settled the question of adoption. His wife would never be the one to bring up the boy into anything like manhood. It was different with a girl--she must of necessity be frivolous, he supposed.
The next morning an old college friend came into his office, a plain man with a pleasant face, who had not gone from college days to a bank presidency. He was only a plain teacher in a little struggling college in Florida, and he came soliciting aid for the college.
Endicott turned from puzzling over the question of Mikky, to greet his old friend whom he had not seen for twenty years. He was glad to see him. He had always liked him. He looked him over critically, however, with his successful-business-man-of-New-York point of view. He noticed the plain cheap business suit, worn shiny in places, the shoes well polished but beginning to break at the side, the plentiful sprinkling of gray hairs, and then hie eyes travelled to the kind, worn face of his friend. In spite of himself he could not but feel that the man was happier than himself.
He asked many questions, and found a keen pleasure in hearing all about the little family of the other, and their happy united efforts to laugh off poverty and have a good time anyway. Then the visitor told of the college, its struggles, its great needs and small funds, how its orange crop, which was a large part of its regular income, had failed that year on account of the frost, and they were in actual need of funds to carry on the work of the immediate school year. Endicott found his heart touched, though he was not as a rule a large giver to anything.
"I"d be glad to help you Harkness," he said at last, "but I"ve got a private benevolence on my hands just now that is going to take a good deal of money, I"m afraid. You see we"ve narrowly escaped a tragedy at our house--" and he launched into the story of the shooting, and his own indebtedness to Mikky.
"I see," said the Professor, "you feel that you owe it to that lad to put him in the way of a better life, seeing that he freely gave his life for your child"s."
"Exactly!" said Endicott, "and I"d like to adopt him and bring him up as my own, but it doesn"t seem feasible. I don"t think my wife would feel just as I do about it, and I"m not sure I"d be doing the best after all for the boy. To be taken from one extreme to another might ruin him."
"Well, Endicott, why don"t you combine your debt to the child with benevolence and send him down to us for a few years to educate."
Endicott sat up interestedly.
"Could I do that; Would they take so young a child? He can"t be over seven."
"Yes, we would take him, I think. He"d be well cared for; and his tuition in the prep department would help the inst.i.tution along. Every little helps, you know."
Endicott suddenly saw before him the solution of his difficulties. He entered eagerly into the matter, talking over rates, plans and so on. An hour later it was all settled. Mikky was to take a full course with his expenses all prepaid, and a goodly sum placed in the bank for his clothing and spending money. He was to have the best room the school afforded, at the highest price, and was to take music and art and everything else that was offered, for Endicott meant to do the handsome thing by the inst.i.tution. The failure of the bank of which he was president had in no wise affected his own private fortune.
"If the boy doesn"t seem to develop an interest in some of these branches, put some deserving one in his place, and put him at something else," he said. "I want him to have his try at everything, develop the best that is in him. So we"ll pay for everything you"ve got there, and that will help out some other poor boy perhaps, for, of course one boy can"t do everything. I"ll arrange it with my lawyer that the payments shall be made regularly for the next twelve years, so that if anything happens to me, or if this boy runs away or doesn"t turn out worthy, you will keep on getting the money just the same, and some one else can come in on it."
Professor Harkness went away from the office with a smile on his face and in his pocket three letters of introduction to wealthy benevolent business men of New York. Mikky was to go South with him the middle of the next week.
Endicott went home that afternoon with relief of mind, but he found in his heart a most surprising reluctance to part with the beautiful boy.
When the banker told Mikky that he was going to send him to "college," and explained to him that an education would enable him to become a good man and perhaps a great one, the boy"s face was very grave. Mikky had never felt the need of an education, and the thought of going away from New York gave him a sensation as if the earth were tottering under his feet. He shook his head doubtfully.
"Kin I take Buck an" de kids?" he asked after a thoughtful pause, and with a lifting of the cloud in his eyes.
"No," said Endicott. "It costs a good deal to go away to school, and there wouldn"t be anyone to send them."
Mikky"s eyes grew wide with something like indignation, and he shook his head.
"Nen I couldn"t go," he said decidedly. "I couldn"t take nothin" great like that and not give de kids any. We"ll stick together. I"ll stay wid de kids.
They needs me."
"But Mikky--" the man looked into the large determined eyes and settled down for combat--"you don"t understand, boy. It would be impossible for them to go. I couldn"t send them all, but I _can_ send you, and I"m going to, because you risked your life to save little Starr."
"That wasn"t nothin" t"all!" declared Mikky with fine scorn.
"It was everything to me," said the man, "and I want to do this for you.
And boy, it"s your duty to take this. It"s everybody"s duty to take the opportunities for advancement that come to them."
Mikky looked at him thoughtfully. He did not understand the large words, and duty meant to him a fine sense of loyalty to those who had been loyal to him.
"I got to stay wid de kids," he said. "Dey needs me."
With an exasperated feeling that it was useless to argue against this calmly stated fact, Endicott began again gently:
"But Mikky, you can help them a lot more by going to college than by staying at home."
The boy"s eyes looked unconvinced but he waited for reasons.
"If you get to be an educated man you will be able to earn money and help them. You can lift them up to better things; build good houses for them to live in; give them work to do that will pay good wages, and help them to be good men."
"Are you educated?"
Thinking he was making progress Endicott nodded eagerly.
"Is that wot you does fer folks?" The bright eyes searched his face eagerly, keenly, doubtfully.
The color flooded the bank-president"s cheeks and forehead uncomfortably.
"Well,--I might--" he answered. "Yes, I might do a great deal for people, I suppose. I don"t know as I do much, but I could if I had been interested in them."
He paused. He realized that the argument was weakened. Mikky studied his face.
"But dey needs me now, de kids does," he said gravely, "Jimmie, he don"t have no supper most nights less"n I share; and Bobs is so little he can"t fight dem alley kids; n" sometimes I gets a flower off"n the florist"s back door fer little sick Jane. Her"s got a crutch, and can"t walk much anyhow; and cold nights me an" Buck we sleeps close. We got a box hid away where we sleeps close an" keeps warm."