"Gritty ain"t no name for her. She"s goin" into business."

"So I hear. They say Jim was crawling around a little yesterday. I didn"t see.

"I did. He looks pretty streak-id-now you bet."

"Wha"d he say for himself?"

"Oh, said give "im time-he"d fix it all up."

"How much time?"

"Time enough. Hain"t been able to look at a book since. Say, ain"t it a little curious he was so sick just then-sick as a p"isened dog?"

The two men looked at each other in a manner most comically significant. The thought of poison was in the mind of each.

It was under these trying circ.u.mstances that Sanford began to crawl about, a week or ten days after his sickness. It was really the most terrible punishment for him. Before, everybody used to sing out, "h.e.l.lo, Jim!"- or "Mornin", banker," or some other jovial, heartwarming salutation. Now, as he went down the street, the groups of men smoking on the sunny side of the stores ignored him, or looked at him with scornfull eyes.

n.o.body said, "h.e.l.lo, Jim!"-not even McPhail or Vance. They nodded merely, and went on with their smoking. The children followed him and stared at him without compa.s.sion. They had heard him called a scoundrel and a thief too often at home to feel any pity for his pale face.

After his first trip down the street, bright with the December sunshine, he came home in a bitter, weak mood, smarting, aching with a poignant self-pity over the treatment he had received from his old cronies.

"It"s all your fault," he burst out to his wife. "If you"d only let me go away and look up another place, I wouldn"t have to put up with all these sneers and insults."

"What sneers and insults?" she asked, coming over to him.

"Why, n.o.body "ll speak to me."

"Won"t Mr. McPhail and Mr. Mcllvalne?"

"Yes; but not as they used to."

"You can"t blame "em, Jim. You must go to work and win back their confidence."

"I can"t do that. Let"s go away, Nell, and try again." Her mouth closed firmly. A hard look came into her eyes. "You can go if you want to, Jim, I"m goin" to stay right here till we can leave honorably. We can"t run away from this. It would follow us anywhere we went; and it would get worse the farther we went"

He knew the unyielding quality of his wife"s resolution, and from that moment he submitted to his fate. He loved his wife and children with a pa.s.sionate love that made life with them, among the citizens he had robbed, better than life anywhere else on earth; he had no power to leave them.

As soon as possible he went over his books and found out that he owed, above all notes coming in, about eleven thousand dollars.

This was a large sum to look forward to paying by anything he could do in the Siding, now that his credit was gone. n.o.body would take him as a clerk, and there was nothing else to be done except manual labor, and he was not strong enough for that.

His wife, however, had a plan. She sent East to friends for a little money at once, and with a few hundred dollars opened a little store in time for the holiday trade-wallpaper, notions, light dry goods, toys, and millinery. She did her own housework and attended to her shop in a grim, uncomplaining fashion that made Sanford feel like a criminal in her presence. He couldn"t propose to help her in the store, for he knew the people would refuse to trade with him, so he attended to the children and did little things about the house for the first few months of the winter.

His life for a time was abjectly pitiful. He didn"t know what to do.

He had lost his footing, and, worst of all, he felt that his wife no longer respected him. She loved and pitied him, but she no longer looked up to him. She went about her work and down to her store with a silent, resolute, uncommunicative air, utterly unlike her former sunny, domestic self, so that even she seemed alien like the rest. If he had been ill, Vance and McPhail would have attended him; as it was, they could not help him.

She already had the sympathy of the entire town, and McIlvaine had said: "If you need more money, you can have it, Mrs. Sanford.

Call on us at any time."

"Thank you. I don"t think I"ll need it. All I ask is your trade," she replied. "I don"t ask anybody to pay more"n a thing"s worth, either.

I"m goin" to sell goods on business principles, and I expect folks to buy of me because I"m selling reliable goods as cheap as anybody else."

Her business was successful from the start, but she did not allow herself to get too confident.

"This is a kind of charity trade. It won"t last on that basis. Folks ain"t goin" to buy of me because I"m poor-not very long," she said to Vance, who went in to congratulate her on her booming trade during Christmas and New Year.

Vance called so often, advising or congratulating her, that the boys joked him. "Say, looky here! You"re gom" to get into a peck o"

trouble with your wife yet. You spend about hall y"r time in the new store."

Vance looked serene as he replied, "I"d stay longer and go oftener If I could."

"Well, if you ain"t cheekier "n ol" cheek! I should think you"d be ashamed to say it."

""Shamed of it? I"m proud of it! As I tell my wife, if I"d "a" met Mis"

Sanford when we was both young, they wouldn"t "a" be"n no such present arrangement."

The new life made its changes in Mrs. Sanford. She grew thinner and graver, but as she went on, and trade steadily increased, a feeling of pride, a sort of exultation, came into her soul and shone from her steady eyes. It was glorious to feel that she was holding her own with men in the world, winning their respect, which is better than their flattery. She arose each day at five o"clock with a distinct pleasure, for her physical health was excellent, never better.

She began to dream. She could pay off five hundred dollars a year of the interest-perhaps she could pay some of the princ.i.p.al, if all went well. Perhaps in a year br two she could take a larger store, and, if Jim got something to do, in ten years they could pay it all off-every cent! She talked with businessmen, and read and studied, and felt each day a firmer hold on affairs.

Sanford got the agency of an insurance company or two and earned a few dollars during the spring. In June things brightened up a little. The money for a note of a thousand dollars fell due-a note he had considered virtually worthless, but the debtor, having had a "streak o" luck," sent seven hundred and fifty dollars. Sanford at once called a meeting of his creditors, and paid them, pro rata, a thousand dollars. The meeting took place in his wife"s store, and in making the speech Sanford said:

"I tell you, gentlemen, if you"ll only give us a chance, we"ll clear this thing all up-that is, the princ.i.p.al. We can"t-"

"Yes, we can, James. We can pay it all, princ.i.p.al and interest. We owe the interest just as much as the rest." It was evident that there was to be no letting down while she lived.

The effect of this payment was marked. The general feeling was much more kindly than before. Most of the fellows dropped back into the habit of calling him Jim; but, after all, it was not like the greeting of old, when he was "banker." Still the gain in confidence found a reflex in him. His shoulders, which had begun to droop a little, lifted, and his eyes brightened.

"We"ll win yet," he began to say.

"She"s a-holdin" of "im right to time," Mrs. Bingham said.

It was shortly after this that he got the agency for a new cash-delivery system, and went on the road with it, traveling in northern Wisconsin and Minnesota. He came back after a three weeks" trip, quite jubilant. "I"ve made a hundred dollars, Nell. I"m all right if this holds out, and I guess it will."

In the following November, just a year after the failure, they celebrated the day, at her suggestion, by paying interest on the unpaid sums they owed.

"I could pay a little more on the princ.i.p.al," she explained, "but I guess it"ll be better to use it for my stock. I can pay better dividends next year.

"Take y"r time, Mrs. Sanford," Vance said.

Of course she could not escape criticism. There were the usual number of women who noticed that she kept her "young uns" in the latest style, when as a matter of fact she sat up nights to make their little things. They also noticed that she retained her house and her furniture.

"If I was in her place, seems to me, I"d turn in some o" my fine furniture toward my debts," Mrs. Sam Gilbert said spitefully.

She did not even escape calumny. Mrs. Sam Gilbert darkly hinted at certain "goin"s on durin" his bein" away. Lit up till after midnight some nights. I c"n see her winder from mine."

Rose McPhail, one of Mrs. Sanford"s most devoted friends, asked quietly, "Do you sit up all night t" see?"

"S"posin" I do!" she snapped. "I can"t sleep with such things goin"

on."

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