""Tis a waste of good money," interjected Patrick. "I ate soup."
"Soup be d.a.m.ned! Ye"ve many a steak to eat with me, ye contrary little baboon. "Tis a pity if I can"t do as I like with me own. Do as I say, and be gay."
Patrick cackled again, and his little twinkling eyes were half hid. "Ye may load me with jewels and goold, me lad, but divil a once do I allow a man wid a feet-lathe boring-machine to enter me head."
"Ye have nothing to bore, ye old jacka.s.s! Divil a rock is left to prospect in--so don"t fuss."
Bertha interjected a question. "Where did you find him?"
"Marking up in a pool-room. Nice place for the father of Captain Haney!
"Come out o" that," I says, "or fight me." And the old fox showed gooms at me, and says he: "I notice ye"re crippled, Mart. I think I"ll jest take what ye owe me out of yer hide."" They both chuckled at the recollection of it. Then Mart went on: "I"ll not disgrace me wife by telling what the old tramp had on. I tuck him by the shoulder and I said: "Have ye anny Sunday clothes?" I said. "Narry a thread," says he.
"Come along with me," I says. "You can"t visit my wife in the hotel till every thread on yer corpus is changed," for Donahue keeps a dirty place.
So here he is--scrubbed, fumigated, barbered, and tailored; and when he gets his cellulide teeth he"ll make as slick a little Irishman as ever left the old sod." Here his face became sadly tender. "I wish the mother was alive, too; I"d make her rustle in silks, so I would. Heaven rest her!"
The father"s face grew suddenly accusing in line. "Ye waited too long, ye vagabond. Yer change of heart comes too late."
"I know it--I know it! But I could never find time till a man with a shotgun pointed the way to it. Now I have all the time there is, and she"s gone."
In this moment of pa.s.sing shadow Bertha caught a glimpse of the significance of the scene--of the wonder, almost alarm, which filled the old man"s heart as he stood there scared of the flaming splendor of the room into which the sunlight fell, exaggerating its gold and pink and green, but bringing out the excellence of the furnishing, the richness of the silk tapestry.
The old man touched a gilded chair tenderly, and Mart cried out: "Lay hold, man, "twill not rub off! Sit down and look about ye! Out with your new pipe and smoke up!"
He took a seat with forced confidence, and looked about him. "I wish Donahue and Kate could see this."
Mart turned a quietly humorous eye on Bertha. "Not this trip. I couldn"t manage Kate," he explained. "She looks like Fan--only more so; and she has a litter o" young Donahues would make ye wonder could the world have room for them all."
Haney the elder had something more than the bog-trotter in him, for as he grew towards a little more a.s.surance that Mart would not be thrown out of his hotel for non-payment of bills, he settled down to enjoy his gla.s.s of rare whiskey and a costly cigar with an a.s.sumption of ease that almost deceived the maid, though Lucius, being in the secret, watched him anxiously for fear he might expectorate on the rug.
Mart had some "p"otographs" of his house in the Springs, and showed them to Patrick. "Do ye see yerself smokin" a pipe on that porch?"
"I do not," the father energetically replied. "I see meself goin" the rounds of that garden with a waterin"-pot and a pair of shears."
"I thought ye was a bricklayer, or is it a billiard-marker?" asked Mart, with quizzical look.
"I can turn me hand to anny honest work," he replied, with dignity. "An"
can ye say as much?"
"I cannot," confessed Mart. "Had ye put a club to me back and foorced me to a trade, sure I"d be layin" brick in Troy this day."
This retort fairly blinded the st.u.r.dy little father. The charge was false, and yet here sat Mart--a gentleman. While still he puzzled over the dangerous acknowledgment involved in his son"s accusation, Mart turned to Bertha. "Do ye mind the old man"s spendin" the rest of his days with us, darlin"?"
"You"re the doctor, Mart. It"s your house, not mine."
He felt the change in her. "Oh no, it isn"t; it"s _our_ house. I never would have had it only for you." He paused a moment. "The dad is a well-meaning old rascal, and I"ll go bail he don"t do mischief."
Patrick took this up. "He is so, and he means to kape to his own way of life. If I go West, me b"y, "tis on wages as a gardener--and, bedad, I"ll draw "em reg"ler, too. I"d like well to go West ("twould rejice me to see Fan and McArdle), and I don"t object to spendin" a year with you in Coloraydo, but don"t think Patrick Haney is to be pinsioner on anny one, not even his son."
Bertha"s heart vibrated in sympathy with this note of independence, and she heartily said: "I hope you will come, Mr. Haney. The Captain is alone a good deal, and you"d be a comfort to him."
"I"ll consider," the old man said. "I must have time to rea-lize it," he quaintly added. "I must smoke me pipe in me own garret once more, and talk it all over with Kate and the Donahues." He refused to stay to dinner with them (which was a relief to Lucius), and went away jaunty as a bucko from County Clare.
He was no sooner gone from the room than Bertha turned to her husband, and said: "Mart, I want to talk things over with you."
Something in her voice, as well as in the words, made him turn quickly and regard her anxiously.
"What about? What is it, darlin"?"
"I have something on my mind, and I"ve got to spit it out before I can rest to-night. I"ve just about decided to leave you. I don"t feel right livin" with you."
He looked at her steadily, but a gray pallor began to show on his face.
He asked, quietly: "Do ye mean to go fer good?"
Her heart was beating fast, but she bravely faced him. "Yes, Mart, I don"t feel right living with you, and spending your money the way I"ve been doing."
"Why not? It isn"t mine--it"s yours. Ye airn every cent ye spend."
"No, I don"t!" she cried, pa.s.sionately. "Now that you"re getting better and Lucius has come, I"m not even a nurse."
"I"ll send him away."
"No, no; he"s worth more than I am."
"I"ll not listen to such talk, Bertie. Ye well know you"re the thing most precious to me. I can"t live without ye." His voice thickened. "For G.o.d A"mighty"s sake, don"t say such things; they make me heart shake! Me teeth are chatterin" this minute! Ye"re jokin"; say you don"t mean it."
"But I do. Don"t you see that I can"t stay and let you do things for me like this"--she indicated their apartment--"when I do so little to earn it all? Mart, I"ve got to be honest about it. I can"t let you spend any more money on me. Help your own people, and let me go. I do nothing to pay for what you do for me. It"s better for me to go."
She could not bring herself to be as explicit as she should have been, but he was not far from understanding her real meaning, as he brokenly replied: "I"ve been afraid of this, my girl. I"ve thought of it all. The money I spend fer ye is but a small part of my debt. You say you do nothing for me. Why, darlin", every time you come into the room or smile at me you do much for me! I"m a selfish old wolf, but I"m not so bad as you think I am. If anny nice young felly comes along--a good square man--I"ll get off the track; but I want you to let me stay near you as long as I live." His voice was hoa.r.s.e with pleading. "Ye"re all I have in the world; all I live for now is to make you happy. Don"t pull away now, when me old heart has grown all round ye. I can"t live and I daren"t die without ye--now that"s the eternal truth. Darlin", promise ye won"t go--yet awhile."
Wordless, as full of pain as he, she sat silently weeping, unable to carry out her resolution--unable to express the change which had come into her life.
He went on. "I mark the difference between us. I see ye goin" up while I am goin" down. My heart is big with pride in ye. You belong with people like the Congdons and the Mosses--whilst I am only an old broken-down skate. I"m worse than you know. I went down to Sibley first with h.e.l.l in me heart towards you, but that soon pa.s.sed away--I loved ye as a man should love the girl he marries--and I love ye now as I love the saints.
I wouldn"t mar your young life fer anything in this world--"tis me wish to lave you as beautiful and fresh as I found you, and to give you all I have besides--so stay with me, if you can, till the other man comes."
Here a new thought intruded. "Has he come now? Tell me if he has. Did ye find him in Chicago? Be honest, darlin"."
"No, no!" she answered. "It isn"t that. It"s just because--because it don"t seem right."
"Then ye must stay with me," he said, "and don"t worry about not doing things for me. You do things for me every minute--just by being in the world. If I can see ye or hear ye I"m satisfied. An" don"t cut me off from spending money for ye, for that"s half me fun. How else can I pay ye for your help to me? I"ve been troubled by your face ever since we left home. You don"t smile as ye used to do. Don"t ye like it here? If ye don"t we"ll go back. Shall we do that?"
She, overwhelmed by his generosity, could only nod.
His face cleared. "Very well, the procession will head west whenever you say the word. I hope you don"t object to the old father. If ye do--"
"Oh no; I like him."
"Then we"ll take him; but, remember, I"ll let no one come into our home that will trouble you. I"d as soon have a cinder in me eye as a man I don"t like sitting beside me fire; and if the old man is a burden to ye, out he goes." He rose, and came painfully to where she sat, and in a voice of humble sorrow, slowly said: "I don"t ask ye to love me--now--I"m not worth it; and once I thought I"d like a son to bear my name, but "tis better not. I"ll never lay that burden upon ye. All I ask is the touch of yer hand now and then, and your presence when I come to die--I"m scared to die alone. "Twill be a dark, long journey for old Mart, and he wants your face to remember when he sets forth."