"I could not bear life without mamma, Dr. George!"
"A human being, made in the image of G.o.d, can bear anything, child; but I hope you won"t have to meet that sorrow for many a long year yet. I will come in to-morrow and coax your mother into a full a.s.sent to my plans; meanwhile, fly home with your medicines. There was a time when you used to give my tonics at night and my sleeping-draught in the morning; but I believe in you absolutely from this day."
Polly put her two slim hands in the kind doctor"s, and looking up with br.i.m.m.i.n.g eyes into his genial face said, "Dear Dr. George, you may believe in me; indeed, indeed you may!"
Dr. George looked out of his office window, and mused as his eyes followed Polly up the shaded walk under the pepper-trees.
"Oh, these young things, these young things, how one"s heart yearns over them!" he sighed. "There she goes, full tilt, notwithstanding the heat; hat swinging in her hand instead of being on her pretty head; her heart bursting with fond schemes to keep that precious mother alive.
It"s a splendid nature, that girl"s; one that is in danger of being wrecked by its own impetuosity, but one so full and rich that it is capable of bubbling over and enriching all the dull and sterile ones about it. Now, if all the money I can rake and sc.r.a.pe together need not go to those languid, boneless children of my languid, boneless sister-in-law, I could put that brave little girl on her feet. I think she will be able to do battle with the world so long as she has her mother for a motive-power. The question is, how will she do it without?"
CHAPTER IV.
THE BOARDERS STAY, AND THE OLIVERS GO.
Dr. George found Mrs. Oliver too ill to be anything but reasonable.
After a long talk about her own condition and Polly"s future, she gave a somewhat tearful a.s.sent to all his plans for their welfare, and agreed to make the change when a suitable tenant was found for the house.
So Polly eased the anxiety that gnawed at her heart by incredible energy in the direction of house-cleaning; superintending all sorts of scrubbings, polishings, and renovating of carpets with the aid of an extra Chinaman, who was fresh from his native rice-fields and stupid enough to occupy any one"s mind to the exclusion of other matters.
Each boarder in turn was asked to make a trip to the country on a certain day, and on his return found his room in spotless order; while all this time the tired mother lay quietly in her bed, knowing little or nothing of her daughter"s superhuman efforts to be "good." But a month of rest worked wonders, and Mrs. Oliver finally became so like her usual delicate but energetic self that Polly almost forgot her fears, although she remitted none of her nursing and fond but rigid discipline.
At length something happened; and one glorious Sat.u.r.day morning in October, Polly saddled Blanquita, the white mare which Bell Winship had left in Polly"s care during her European trip, and galloped over to the n.o.bles" ranch in a breathless state of excitement.
Blanquita was happy too, for Polly had a light hand on the rein and a light seat in the saddle. She knew there would be a long rest at the journey"s end, and that, too, under a particularly shady pepper-tree; so both horse and rider were in a golden humor as they loped over the dusty road, the blue Pacific on the one hand, and the brown hills, thirsty for rain, on the other.
Polly tied Blanquita to the pepper-tree, caught her habit in one hand, and ran up the walnut-tree avenue to the n.o.bles" house. There was no one in; but that was nothing unusual, since a house is chiefly useful for sleeping purposes in that lovely climate. No one on the verandas, no one in the hammocks; after seeking for some little time she came upon Margery and her mother at work in their orange-tree sitting-room, Mrs. n.o.ble with her mending-basket, Margery painting as usual.
The orange-tree sitting-room was merely a platform built under the trees, which in the season of blossoms shed a heavy fragrance in the warm air, and later on hung their branches of golden fruit almost into your very lap.
"Here you are!" cried Polly, plunging through the trees as she caught sight of Margery"s pink dress. "You have n"t any hats to swing, so please give three rousing cheers! The house is rented and a lease signed for a year!"
"That is good news, indeed!" exclaimed Mrs. n.o.ble, laying down her needle. "And who is the tenant?"
"Whom do you suppose? Mrs. Chadwick herself! She has been getting on very nicely with the housekeeping (part of the credit belongs to me, but no one would ever believe it), and the boarders have been gradually weaned from mamma and accustomed to the new order of things, so they are tolerably content. Ah Foy also has agreed to stay, and that makes matters still more serene, since he is the best cook in Santa Barbara.
Mrs. Chadwick will pay eighty-five dollars a month. Dr. George thinks we ought to get more, but mamma is so glad to have somebody whom she knows, and so relieved to feel that there will be no general breaking up of the "sweet, sweet home," that she is glad to accept the eighty-five dollars; and I am sure that we can live in modest penury on that sum. Of course Mrs. Chadwick may weary in well-doing; or she may die; or she may even get married,--though that"s very unlikely, unless one of the boarders can"t pay his board and wants to make it up to her in some way. Heigho! I feel like a princess, like a capitalist, like a gilded society lady!" sighed Polly, fanning herself with her hat.
"And now you and your mother will come to us for a week or two, as you promised, won"t you?" asked Mrs. n.o.ble. "That will give you time to make your preparations comfortably."
Polly took a note from her pocket and handed it to Mrs. n.o.ble: "Mrs.
Oliver presents her compliments to Mrs. n.o.ble, and says in this letter that we accept with pleasure Mrs. n.o.ble"s kind invitation to visit her.
Said letter was not to be delivered, in case Mrs. n.o.ble omitted to renew the invitation; but as all is right, I don"t mind announcing that we are coming the day after to-morrow."
"Oh, Polly, Polly! How am I ever to live without you!" sighed Margery.
"First Elsie, then Bell, now you!"
"Live for your Art with a big A, Peggy, but it"s not forever. By and by, when you are a successful artist and I am a successful something, in short, when we are both "careering," which is my verb to express earning one"s living by the exercise of some splendid talent, we will "career" together in some great metropolis. Our mothers shall dress in Lyons velvet and point-lace. Their delicate fingers, no longer sullied by the vulgar dishcloth and duster, shall glitter with priceless gems, while you and I, the humble authors of their greatness, will heap dimes on dimes until we satisfy ambition."
Mrs. n.o.ble smiled. "I hope your "career," as you call it, will be one in which imagination will be of use, Polly."
"I don"t really imagine all the imaginations you imagine I imagine,"
said Polly soberly, as she gave Mrs. n.o.ble"s hand an affectionate squeeze. "A good deal of it is "whistling to keep my courage up." But everything looks hopeful just now. Mamma is so much better, everybody is so kind, and do you know, I don"t loathe the boarders half so much since we have rented them with the house?
"They grow in beauty side by side, They fill our home with glee.
"Now that I can look upon them as personal property, part of our goods and chattels, they have ceased to be disagreeable. Even Mr.
Greenwood--you remember him, Margery?"
"The fat old man who calls you sprightly?"
"The very same; but he has done worse since that. To be called sprightly is bad enough, but yesterday he said that he shouldn"t be surprised _if I married well--in--course--of--time_!"
Nothing but italics would convey the biting sarcasm of Polly"s inflections, and no capitals in a printer"s case could picture her flashing eyes, or the vigor with which she prodded the earth with her riding-whip.
"I agree with him, that it is not impossible," said Mrs. n.o.ble teasingly, after a moment of silence.
"Now, dearest aunty Meg, don"t take sides with that odious man! If, in the distant years, you ever see me on the point of marrying well, simply mention Mr. Greenwood"s name to me, and I "ll draw back even if I am walking up the middle aisle with an ivory prayer-book in my hand!"
"Just to spite Mr. Greenwood; that would be sensible," said Margery.
"You could n"t be so calm if you had to sit at the same table with him day after day. He belongs at the second table by--by every law of his nature! But, as I was saying, now that we have rented him to Mrs.
Chadwick with the rest of the furniture, and will have a percentage on him just as we do on the piano which is far more valuable, I have been able to look at him pleasantly."
"You ought to be glad that the boarders like you," said Margery reprovingly.
"They don"t, as a rule; only the horrors and the elderly gentlemen approve of me. But good-by for to-day, aunty Meg. Come to the gate, Peggy dear!"
The two friends walked through the orange-grove, their arms wound about each other, girl-fashion. They were silent, for each was sorry to lose the other, and a remembrance of the dear old times, the unbroken circle, the peaceful schooldays and merry vacations, stole into their young hearts, together with visions of the unknown future.
As Polly untied Blanquita and gave a heroic cinch to the saddle, she gave a last searching look at Margery, and said finally, "Peggy dear, I am very sure you are blue this morning; tell your faithful old Pollykins all about it."
One word was enough for Margery in her present mood, and she burst into tears on Polly"s shoulder.
"Is it Edgar again?" whispered Polly.
"Yes," she sobbed. "Father has given him three months more to stay in the university, and unless he does better he is to come home and live on the cattle-ranch. Mother is heart-broken over it; for you know, Polly, that Edgar will never endure such a life; and yet, dearly as he loves books, he is n"t doing well with his studies. The president has written father that he is very indolent this term and often absent from recitations; and one of the Santa Barbara boys, a senior, writes Philip that he is not choosing good friends, nor taking any rank in his cla.s.s.
Mother has written him such a letter this morning! If he can read it without turning his back upon his temptations, whatever they may he, I shall never have any pride in him again; and oh, Polly, I have been so proud of him, my brilliant, handsome, charming brother!"
"Poor Edgar! I can"t believe it is anything that will last. He is so bright and lovable; every one thought he would take the highest honors.
Why, Margery, he is, or was, the most ambitious boy I ever knew, and surely, surely he cannot have changed altogether! Surely he will come to himself when he knows he may have to leave college unless he does his best. I "m so sorry, dear old Peggy! It seems heartless that my brighter times should begin just when you are in trouble. Perhaps mamma and I can do something for Edgar; we will try, you may lie sure.
Good-by, dearest; I shall see you again very soon."
Ten days later, Polly stood on the deck of the Orizaba just at dusk, looking back on lovely Santa Barbara as it lay in the lap of the foothills freshened by the first rains. The dull, red-tiled roofs of the old Spanish adobes gleamed through the green of the pepper-trees, the tips of the tall, straggling blue-gums stood out sharply against the sky, and the twin towers of the old Mission rose in dazzling whiteness above a wilderness of verdure. The friendly faces on the wharf first merged themselves into a blurred ma.s.s of moving atoms, then sank into nothingness.
Polly glanced into her stateroom. Mrs. Oliver was a good sailor, and was lying snug and warm under her blankets. So Polly took a camp-chair just outside the door, wrapped herself in her fur cape, crowded her tam-o"-shanter tightly on, and sat there alone as the sunset glow paled in the western sky and darkness fell upon the face of the deep.