"I know it; but that don"t help me any." He tried to smile.
She mused, while the baby hammered on his tin plate. "You"ve got to go down. If you don"t-I will," said she resolutely. "And you must say that that money will be paid back-every cent."
"But that"s more"n I can do-"
"It must be done."
"But under the law-"
"There"s nothing can make this thing right except paying every cent we owe. I ain"t a-goin" to have it said that my children-that I"m livin" on somebody else. If you don"t pay these debts, I will. I"ve thought it all out. If you don"t stay and face it, and pay these men, I won"t own you as my husband. I loved and trusted you, Jim-I thought you was honorable-it"s been a terrible blow-but I"ve decided it all in my mind."
She conquered her little weakness and went on to the end firmly.
Her face looked pale. There was a square look about the mouth and chin. The iron resolution and Puritanic strength of her father, old John Foreman, had come to the surface. Her look and tone mastered the man, for he loved her deeply.
She had set him a hard task, and when he rose and went down the street he walked with bent head, quite unlike his usual self.
There were not many men on the street. It seemed earlier than it was, for it was a raw, cold morning, promising snow. The sun was completely masked in a seamless dust-gray cloud. He met Vance with a brown parcel (beefsteak for breakfast) under his arm.
"h.e.l.lo, Jim! How are ye, so early in the morning?"
"Blessed near used up."
"That so? What"s the matter?"
"I d"know," said Jim, listlessly. "Bilious, I guess.
Headache--stomach bad."
"Oh! Well, now, you try them pills I was tellin" you of." Arrived at the bank, he let himself in and locked the door behind him. He stood in the middle of the floor a few minutes, then went behind the railing and sat down. He didn"t build a fire, though it was cold and damp, and he shivered as he sat leaning on the desk. At length he drew a large sheet of paper toward him and wrote something on it in a heavy hand.
He was writing on this when Lincoln entered at the back, whistling boyishly. "h.e.l.lo, Jim! Ain"t you up early? No fire, eh?" He rattled at the stove.
Sanford said nothing, but finished his writing. Then he said, quietly, "You needn"t build a fire on my account, Link."
"Why not?"
"Well, I"m used up."
"What"s the matter?"
"I"m sick, and the business has gone to the devil." He looked out of the window.
Link dropped the poker, and came around behind the counter, and stared at Sanford with fallen mouth.
"Wha"d you say?"
"I said the business had gone to the devil. We"re broke busted-petered-gone up the spout." He took a sort of morbid pleasure in saying these things.
"What"s busted us? Have-"
"I"ve been speciflatin" in copper. My partner"s busted me."
Link came closer. His mouth stiffened and an ominous look came into his eyes. "You don"t mean to say you"ve lost my money, and Mother"s, and Uncle Andrew"s, and all the rest?"
Sanford was getting irritated. "- it! What"s the use? I tell you, yes!
It"s all gone-very cent of it."
Link caught him by the shoulder as he sat at the desk. Sanford"s tone enraged him. "You thief! But you"ll pay me back, or I"ll-"
"Oh, go ahead! Pound a sick man, if it"ll do you any good," said Sanford with a peculiar recklessness of lifeless misery. "Pay y"rsell out of the safe. Here"s the combination."
Lincoln released him and began turning the k.n.o.b of the door. At last it swung open, and he searched the money drawers. Less than forty dollars, all told. His voice was full of helpless rage as he turned at last and walked up close to Sanford"s bowed head.
"I"d like to pound the life out o" you!"
"You"re at liberty to do so, if it"ll be any satisfaction." This desperate courage awed the younger man. He gazed at Sanford in amazement.
"If you"ll cool down and wait a little, Link, I"ll tell you all about it.
I"m sick as a horse. I guess I"ll go home. You can put this up in the window and go home, too, if you want to."
Lincoln saw that Sanford was sick. He was shivering, and drops of sweat were on his white forehead. Lincoln stood aside silently and let him go out.
"Better lock up, Link. You can"t do anything by staying here."
Lincoln took refuge in a boyish phrase that would have made anyone but a sick man laugh: "Well, this is a ---- of a note!"
He took up the paper. It read:
BANK CLOSED
TO MY CREDITORS AND DEPOSITORS
Through a combination of events I find myself obliged to temporarily suspend payment. I ask the depositors to be patient, and their claims will be met. I think I can pay twenty-five cents on the dollar, if given a little time. I shall not run away. I shall stay right here till all matters are honorably settled.
JAMES G. SANFORD
Lincoln hastily pinned this paper to the windowsash so that it could be seen from without, then pulled down the blinds and locked the door. His fun-loving nature rose superior to his rage for the moment. "There"ll be the devil to pay in this burg before two hours."
He slipped out the back way, taking the keys with him. "I"ll go and tell uncle, and then we"ll see if Jim can"t turn in the house on our account," he thought as he harnessed a team to drive out to McPhail"s.
The first man to try the door was an old Norwegian in a spotted Mackinac jacket and a fur cap, with the inevitable little red tippet about his neck. He turned the k.n.o.b, knocked, and at last saw the writing, which he could not read, and went away to tell Johnson that the bank was closed. Johnson thought nothing special of that; it was early, and they weren"t very particular to open on time, anyway.
Then the barber across the street tried to get in to have a bill changed. Trying to peer in the window, he saw the notice, which he read with a grin.
"One o" Link"s jobs," he explained to the fellows in the shop. "He"s too darned lazy to open on time, so he puts up notice that the bank is busted."
"Let"s go and see."
"Don"t do it! He"s watchin" to see us all rush across and look. Just keep quiet, and see the solid citizens rear around."