"No, I can"t even talk about it," he said. "I"m as much of an infernal hypochondriac as that. I beg your pardon--" and he set his lips.
They sat in silence for a little. Then, suddenly a voice hailed them--a cheerful, familiar voice.
""Under the spreading chestnut-tree?" Or is it an apple? May I join the party?"
Redfield Pepper Burns appeared, looking like a schoolboy lately released from imprisonment. But his face sobered somewhat as his eye fell upon his friend. It was not that John Leaver had not looked up with a smile, as Burns approached, nor was it that he now showed physical distress of any significant sort. A certain hard expression of the deep-set eye told the story to one who could read signs.
"There"s a caller for you at the house, Miss Mathewson," said Burns.
As she went away he dropped down upon the gra.s.s near Leaver. "It"s at least five degrees cooler under this tree," said he, "than in any outdoor spot I"ve found yet."
"Work must have been trying to-day."
"Rather. But so much worse for my patients that I haven"t thought much about it for myself. At two places I had the satisfaction of personally seeing to the moving of the invalid from a little six-by-nine inferno of a bedroom to a big and airy sitting-room. It gave me the keenest pleasure to see it hurt the tidy housewife, who didn"t want her best room mussed up." He chuckled. "In one case I made her take down the stuffy lace window-curtains and open things up in great shape. She came near having a convulsion on the spot. Curious how a certain type of mind regards any little innovation like that. That woman would have let her unlucky husband smother to death in that oven before it would have occurred to her to move him out of it."
"I rather wonder at your continuing to practise in a village like this, with that sort of people, when you have so much city work, and could do a large business with a city office."
Burns stretched out an arm, thrusting his hand deep into the long gra.s.s.
"That sort--narrow-minded people--aren"t all found in the country, though--not by a long shot. I"ve sometimes thought I"d take an office in town, but, when it comes to making the move, I can"t bring myself to it.
You see, I happen to like it out here, and I like the village work. This way I get both sorts. I don"t know why one"s ambition should be all for city work. The people out here need me just as much as those where the streets are paved. There"s a heap more fresh air and sunshine and liberty here than in town. And, as for being busy, there are only twenty-four hours in the day, anywhere."
"And you fill the most of those full. So you do. Yet, I should think your love for surgery would lead you to take up an exclusive surgical practice. You could make a name. You have a good-sized reputation already, with your ability you could make it a great one."
Burns looked at Leaver. The two men regarded each other with a sudden fresh interest, a sudden wonder as to the operation of each other"s minds. The man on the bench, broken down by just such a life as he recommended to his friend, looked at the man on the gra.s.s, unworn and vigorous, and questioned whether, with all his virtues, Burns were really possessed of the proper ambition. The man on the gra.s.s, aware of large interests in his busy life, looked at the man on the bench, whose interests were at present wholly concerned with recovering his health, and wondered what insanity it was which bound his fellow mortal"s brain that he could not see things in their right values. There was a long minute"s silence. Then Burns, lying at full length upon his side in the warm gra.s.s, his head propped upon his elbow, began, in a thoughtful tone:
"Ever since a period early in our acquaintance my wife and I have had a vision before us. It was one that, curiously enough, we both had separately first, and then discovered, by accident, that it was mutual.
The time has come when we are to carry it out. My wife has bought an old place, in the real country, three miles out on a road that turns off from the main road to the city. She is going to fit it up for a hospital for crippled children, curables, mostly, though her heart may lead her into keeping a few of the other sort, if there is no other home for them to go to. I"m to have the distinguished honour of being surgeon to the place."
He made this final announcement in the tone in which he might have made it if it had been that of an appointment to the greatest position the country could have given him.
"Well," said Leaver, after a moment, his weary eyes still studying Burns"s face, "that is a fine thing for you two to do. I can see that such an interest might well hold a man away from an ordinary city practice. There is no children"s hospital near here, then?"
"None at all. Children"s wards, of course, but nothing like what ought to be. Of course we can"t take care of the surplus. It will be only special cases, here and there, that we shall try to handle. But I"m meeting with those every day--cases where the country air and the country fare are almost as much a part of the cure as the surgical interference. My word!
but it will be a satisfaction to bundle the poor little chaps off to our farm!"
His eyes were very bright. He lay smiling to himself for a minute, then he sat up.
"In a month," said he, "we shall be ready for business. I have four little patients waiting now for the place. On three of them I"m going to operate at once. On the fourth--_you_ are."
Again the two pairs of eyes met--hazel eyes confident and determined, brown eyes startled, stabbed with sudden pain. Burns held up his hand.
"Don"t say a word," he commanded. "I"m merely making an a.s.sertion. I"m willing to back it up by argument, if you like, though I"d rather not.
In fact, I"d much rather not. I prefer simply to make the a.s.sertion, and let it sink in."
But Leaver would speak. "You forget," he said, bitterly, "that I"ve put all that behind me. I told you I should never operate again. I meant it."
"Yes, you meant it," said Burns comfortably. "A man means it when he swears he"ll never do again something that has become second nature to him to do. He"ll do it--he"s made that way. You will do this thing, and do it with all your old grip and skill. But I"m not going to discuss it with you. Some day, if you are good, I"ll describe the case to you. It"s one you can handle better than I, and it"s going to be up to you."
He got to his feet, ignoring the slow shaking of Leaver"s downbent head.
"By the way," he said, with a glance at the cottage, now a mere blur in the oncoming twilight, "have you heard of the young photographer who is to sweep down upon us and make wonderful, dream-like images of us all, for good hard cash and fame? A friend of my wife"s: a girl who looks twenty-five, but is a bit more, I am told. A remarkably good-looking, not to say fascinating, person with a grandmother still more fascinating--at least to me. They are to come as soon as this rookery can be made habitable."
"Miss Mathewson spoke of it. It will be an interesting event to the village, I should suppose. But I shall not be among the victims of the lady"s art. I may as well tell you, Red--I must get away next week."
Burns wheeled upon him. "What"s that you say?"
The other proceeded with evident effort, laying his head back against the tree-trunk again. "I am as grateful to you and Mrs. Burns as a man can possibly be, so grateful that I can"t put it into words--"
"Don"t try. Go on to something more important."
"I have trespa.s.sed on your hospitality--"
"Don"t use hackneyed phrases like that. Say something original."
--"as long as I can be willing to do it. I am as much improved as I can expect to be--for a long time. I can"t hang on, a useless invalid on your hands--"
"Cut it, old man! You"re not an invalid, and you"re not useless. You"re giving me one of the most interesting studies I"ve engaged in in a long time. I"m liable to write a book on you, when I get sufficient data."
Leaver smiled faintly. "Nevertheless, I can"t do it, Red. You wouldn"t do it in my place. Be honest--would you?"
"Probably not. I"d be just pig-headed fool enough to argue the case to myself precisely as you are doing. Well, Jack, I"ve expected this hour.
It"s a pity there isn"t more faith and trust in friendship in the world.
We"re all deadly afraid of trying our friends too far, so after just about so long we strike out for ourselves. But since it is as it is, and you"re growing restless, I"ll agree that you leave us, if you"ll stay for a while where you"ll be under my observation. I"ve set my heart on making a complete cure in this case--or, rather, you understand, a.s.sisting Nature to do so. If you go off somewhere I shall lose track of you.
Suppose you stay in the village here for a while longer. I know a splendid place for you, just round the corner. Quiet, pleasant home, middle-aged widow and her young son--a lady, and a sensible, cheerful one--she"ll never bore you by talk unless you feel like it--and then the talk will be worth while. What do you say? You know perfectly well that you"re not yet quite fit to shift for yourself. Be rational, and let me manage things for you a while longer."
Leaver stood up; in the dim light Burns could not see his face. But he heard his voice--one which showed tension.
"You don"t know what you"re asking, old friend. There are reasons why I feel like getting away, entirely apart from any conditions under your control. Yet since you ask it of me, and I owe you so much, and since--I suppose it doesn"t really make much difference where I am--I"ll stay for the present."
"Good! I"m much obliged, Jack."
Burns got up, also, and the two strolled away together, in the pleasant summer dusk.
CHAPTER IX
A PRACTICAL ARTIST
"Here I am! And the goods are here too. Isn"t it a miracle? It could never have been done if I hadn"t found a kind friend among the railroad men, who sent my things by fast freight. Now to settle in a whirlwind of a hurry and fly back for Granny."
These were Miss Charlotte Ruston"s words of greeting as she shook hands with the occupants of the Macauley car, which had met her at the station on the last day of July. She looked as fresh and eager to carry out her plans as if she were not just at the end of a journey.
"I suppose you"ll stop for luncheon first," Martha Macauley suggested.
She noted, with the approval of the suburbanite who cares much to be well dressed, the quietly smart attire of the arriving traveller.
"Indeed I will. Fuel first, fire afterward. But I"m fairly burning to begin, July weather though it is. How are my hollyhocks? A splendid row?
I"ve dreamed of those hollyhocks!"