"Yes, so it does." Donald answered with a cheery voice, but no sooner were the words spoken than a sense of rebellion took possession of him. "Idiot!" he muttered, shaking off the feeling with an effort of his will.
"But haint ... aren"t you going to do up your hurt finger, too?" she queried anxiously.
The man seized the broken sliver with his fingers and jerked it out, examined the tiny incision and then thrust the wounded member into his mouth. "Don"t ever tell any of my patients that you saw me do this," he laughed, with a return to good humor, "but that is my way of treating a minor injury ... then I forget it. It"s a fearful secret," he added, lowering his voice, "but nature, aided by sun and air, are wonderful healers, and just ordinary saliva, if a person is healthy, is both cleansing and healing."
"Thet air the way anumals cures thar hurts," remarked Jerry.
"Yes, it is nature"s way, and if the blood is pure, and the cut not so deep as to make infection likely, there isn"t a much better one, after all. However, Miss Nurse, you may practice your art on my finger, too, if you want."
He held his hand out, and, flushing with childish happiness, Rose bound up the little scratch painstakingly, answering Donald"s brief word of commendation with a flashing smile. Indeed, experience with many nurses of many grades of ability made him aware that her untrained fingers held an unusual degree of natural knack which augured well for the future.
During a simple breakfast, leisurely eaten, the trio talked over in detail the varied happenings of the year that had pa.s.sed, and Donald was as astonished as he was pleased to discover what diligent application the girl had exercised in her studying, and what results she had attained, despite the manifold handicaps under which she had labored. Her ministerial friend and mentor had truly guided her feet far along the lower levels of learning. Yet the old and well-remembered childish charm had been in no wise lessened, and the unaffected simplicity with which she dropped into the mountain tongue, when speaking to her grandfather, caused Donald to glow with sympathetic appreciation.
As they finished eating, Big Jerry remarked, "Hit air a powerful fine mornin" fer ter spend huntin", my boy. I reckon yo"ll wish ter git inter the woods right smart, an" ef yo" desires ter make a day uv hit, Smiles"ll fix ye up er leetle lunch ter take erlong."
"Oh, I"m not exactly sure what I shall do," answered Donald, with slight hesitation. "Perhaps what I need most, to start with, is just plain rest, and I rather guess I"ll laze around this morning, and maybe go down to Fayville to get my grip this afternoon."
"Wall, thet air a good idee. Jest make yo"rself ter home. I"ve got a leetle bizness ter attend to up the mountain a piece, an" I allows yo" kin git erlong "thout me fer a while." He departed, disappearing with surprising rapidity, and left the man and girl together.
Donald sank onto the doorstep, leaned against the side post, and sucked away at his pipe with lazy contentment, alternately watching Rose as she flew busily about her simple household duties, and sending his gaze out over the broad stretch of peaceful mountainside, which lay dozing in the warm morning sun.
CHAPTER XII.
THE THREE OF HEARTS.
At length Donald said, abruptly, "You haven"t asked me anything about Miss Treville, Smiles."
There was a perceptible pause in the girl"s dish-drying, and the simple mountain ballad that she was happily humming broke off in the middle of a minor cadence. The man regarded her with curiosity as she slowly approached him, saying, "I didn"t mean to be so forgetful, doctor, and I"m plumb ashamed. I should be pleased to have you tell me all about her."
"Why, I don"t know as there is much to tell," he replied, a little nonplussed by the unexpectedness of the implied question. "Of course she is very nice and very lovely, as I wrote you."
"What does she look like?"
"I am afraid that I cannot hope to give a very accurate description of her, Rose. It would perhaps be easier if you had ever visited an art museum, and seen statues of some of the Greek G.o.ddesses, for people say that she looks like one of them. You see she is quite tall for a woman--almost as tall as I am myself--and ... well, her form and the way she carries herself is queenly. Then she has hair darker than yours, and ... her eyes are gray, I guess, although, come to think of it, I never noticed particularly. She isn"t pretty like a wild-flower, but very beautiful, more like a stately cultivated bloom. When you have seen conservatory blossoms you will know better what I mean. She is very serious, too. Even when she is quite happy it is sometimes a bit hard to tell it, for she seldom really smiles.... I wish she would," he added, as though to himself, "she has wonderful teeth."
"Oh, she must be very lovely," mused Rose, and added with slight hesitancy, "I reckon you must love her powerful."
"Yes, of course," Donald answered, and then added, as though a logical reason for his affection was necessary, "You see, I have known Marion all her life. She is my sister"s closest friend, and almost grew up in our house."
"I wish I had," said Rose, the note of envy in her voice being outweighed by the childlike sincerity which her words carried. "What does she do?"
"Do? Why, I don"t know, exactly--what all society girls, with plenty of money at their disposal, do, I suppose. Of course she has clubs which she belongs to, and she goes to dances and theatres and ... I think she is interested in some sort of charity, too." He had an uncomfortable feeling that he was failing to make out a very strong case for the woman to whom he was engaged, and at the same time wondering why any vindication of her should seem necessary, since he had always regarded her as a bit too perfect, if anything.
"Oh, that is lovely, for the Bible says that the greatest of all is charity," cried Rose, her eyes sparkling. "And does she go about helping poor, lonesome city people, and the dear little poor children? It must be wonderful to have lots of money, so that you can do all sorts of things to make them happier and better."
"Confound the child," thought Donald, although his exasperation was directed rather at himself, than at her. "It"s positively indecent the way she gets inside one. Judged by the standards of her cla.s.s, Marion is a splendid girl--head and shoulders above the average--yet these unconsciously searching questions of Smiles" are ... Hang it all, I wish I had had sense enough not to open the subject."
Aloud he said non-committally, "Yes, of course it is wonderful and I know that you would do it if you were able."
"I shall do it," was the confident answer. "I can"t give money but I can give myself." There was a moment of silence; then Rose added softly, "I guess she loves you a lot, too, you are so good to ... to people, and do such wonderful things. When do you calculate to get married to her, Doctor Mac?"
"Married?" he repeated in a startled voice, "Oh, some day, of course; but you know how terribly busy I am, and ..." He stopped, visualizing himself at that moment as he lolled indolently in the doorway of that mountain cabin, and wondering if the same thought were in her mind as was in his. At the same time came a welcome interruption in the appearance of a small child, brown as the proverbial berry, and bearing in her arms a large and rather dilapidated appearing doll. For an instant Donald failed to recognize her, and said, "h.e.l.lo, here comes one of your little friends to see you, Smiles. Why, I do believe ... yes, it"s Lou. Come along. You"re not afraid of the doctor man who sent you that doll."
Lou advanced, one finger in her mouth, the corners of which were lifting in a shy smile. Sensing the approach of another old friend, Mike bounded out of the doorway where he had lain panting in the shadow, and so energetic was his greeting that the child was very nearly upset by it, although as soon as she could regain her equilibrium she flung her little arms around the roughly coated neck, without a trace of fear.
"Mike"s got er broken leg," she announced. The words gave Donald a start until he saw that she was holding out to him her doll, one of whose limbs flapped about in piteous substantiation. "Kin yo" make hit well ergin?"
Examining the injured member, whence the sawdust blood had issued through a deep incision in the cloth, Donald replied seriously, "It will require a rather serious operation, but I guess that I can mend it with the a.s.sistance of Nurse Smiles. We will have to sew up the wound and put the leg in splints."
"Hit haint ergoin" ter hurt her much, air hit?" begged Lou, with all the solicitude of a young mother.
"No. We"ll give her an anesthetic--something to put her sound asleep--and I guess that she won"t know anything about it." Rose joined them laughingly, bringing a threaded needle and some bits of cloth for stuffing and in a few minutes the operation was complete, even to the application of splints, roughly shaped by Donald"s jack-knife. Throughout the process the physician explained each step to Rose, who cried as they finished, "Oh, I love to do it. It"s lots more fun than book studying or weaving baskets."
"Well, we might have a real lesson in "first aid" this morning, if Lou can stay and be your little patient. Bring out that roll of bandages again."
What a merry hour they spent, helped by Mike, who insisted in doing his share by licking the patient at every opportunity. The air was so warm that Lou"s little dress could be taken off, and as she giggled or screamed with merriment, Donald and Rose treated her for every conceivable fracture, sprain or injury, the former all the while explaining in the simplest language at his command the major facts of human anatomy.
Rose proved to be an astonishingly apt pupil, and after each demonstration insisted on going through both the procedure and explanation alone.
Finally, in the course of demonstrating an unusually intricate piece of bandaging, Donald put his arms about Smiles, the better to guide her hands, and impulsively drew her close against him. He could not see her face, but he perceived that a quick flush mantled her neck and delicately rounded cheek. She moved away hastily, saying in a low voice, "I reckon you oughtn"t do like that, Doctor Mac."
"Why, Smiles!" came his response in a hurt tone.
"I don"t mean for to hurt you, and of course I cares for you like I used to, but I guess it ain"t ... isn"t ... just right for you to put your arms around me ... that way now. I"m most grown up now, and ... and ... you"re pledged to ... to some one else." During her speech the color had flamed brighter and brighter.
The man was both surprised and chagrined. He realized, of course, that in many respects Rose was indeed, "most a woman now"--that she was far more mature in certain ways than city-bred girls of the same age; for, while they might be infinitely more sophisticated in worldly ways than she, they are still children, whereas she had already entered into the problems of life and for several years had not only been in full charge of a home, but in intimate touch with the issues of life and death in the little community. Understanding all this, he nevertheless looked upon her as a child because of the childlike simplicity which characterized her still.
"I see," he answered slowly and a little ashamed, then added lightly, "but you have apparently forgotten that you adopted me as a foster-brother this morning."
For a moment she said nothing; then the old misty smile touched her lips, and she replied, "I shor" most forgot that, and it makes it all right. Please, Doctor Mac, don"t think that I didn"t enjoy for you to do it."
There succeeded another brief, awkward silence. Then Smiles slipped her arm about Donald"s neck with frank, childlike affection, and leaned close to him, her young, warm being thrilling his senses, as he full well realized Marion"s infrequent embraces never had.
Shocked and distressed by his own emotions, Donald was the first to withdraw his encircling arm, with an intent to continue the lesson. But it was ended.
During the brief interlude Lou had stood regarding the man and girl uncomprehendingly. Now she piped up, "Smiles loves ye er heap, I reckon, doctor man, an" so does I. Ef she don"t marry with ye, I"ll do hit when I gits bigger."
"My, but I"m a fortunate man to have three fair ladies love me, and I won"t forget your promise," Donald laughed merrily.
"But my brother Juddy don"t love ye none," said the child, innocently bringing a cloud over the friendly sunshine in her hearers" hearts. Donald looked at Rose uneasily as he answered.
"Oh, I hope he will like me some day. We should be the best of friends, for we both care for the same two dear girls."
"Where is Juddy?" came Smiles" somewhat troubled query.
"Oh, he air away ergin; up in ther mountain."
The shadow deepened on Rose"s face and Donald caught the sound of a distressed, "Oh."
"What"s the matter?" he asked without special thought.
"It haint ... it isn"t anything ... leastwise it isn"t anything that I can tell you about, doctor Mac. I ... I just don"t like for him to go up there."
A feeling closely akin to jealousy stirred Donald"s heart. Did that uncouth young mountaineer really mean something to her after all?
CHAPTER XIII.
GATHERING CLOUDS.
Despite Smiles" ingenuous proffer of a sister"s affection, Donald was troubled with an unreasonable dissatisfaction over the course which the events of the morning had taken, and he knew that it was unreasonable, which made it worse. Now he suddenly announced that he guessed he would not wait until the afternoon before going down to Fayville to get his small amount of baggage.
The girl was troubled, also, without knowing just why, and she watched his departure with an unhappy feeling that somehow the changes which the year had made in both their lives had raised a misty barrier between them--intangible, but not easily to be swept away. Furthermore, young as she was, she intuitively sensed that hers was the necessity of reconstructing their friendship on a new foundation, because she was a woman. The man could not do it.
Meanwhile Donald performed his downward journey with none of the lightness of heart which makes a long walk a pleasure, rather than a task. Going down the wooded descent, where the dew still lay wet beneath the heaviest thickets, was not so bad; but, when he had obtained his grip and gun, and started on the back trail, his discomforts commenced. As the main street of the little village changed its character, first to a road and then a cart path through the fields, it grew deep with dust, and, although no air stirred, it seemed to rise, as water does by capillary attraction, until his clothing was saturated and his mouth and nose overlaid with a film of it. Overhead the sky burned, and from the brown fields, which stretched to the wooded base of the mountain, heat waves rose as though the dry earth were panting with visible breath. An insect chirped half-heartedly in the gra.s.s, and then left off as though the effort were too great, and a small striped snake leisurely wove a sinuous path through the dust ahead of him, and vanished with a faint hiss.
It was better when he struck the woods, for there was shade; but the air was more sultry and the added exertion of climbing started the perspiration and turned the coating of dust to sticky grime. Still the breeze delayed, and the fragrant odors of the woods were cloying. His luggage grew heavier and yet more heavy; his arm and back began to ache painfully.
When physical discomfort is accompanied by morose introspection, the result is certain to be unpleasant, and Donald"s thoughts were in dismal grays and browns, which ill-matched the radiant colors of external nature.
Certainly Smiles was not to blame, he thought, as he trudged up and up. The fact still remained that they lived on utterly different planes, and that he had not the slightest idea of falling in love with her, or, even mentally, violating his pledge to Marion. Pshaw, she was nothing but a child! It was foolish, absurdly so, yet somehow he felt that his world was out of joint, and, since he could not, or would not, determine just what the trouble was, he could not take active measures to bring about a readjustment.
With a conscious effort of his will he put the mountain child out of his thoughts, and attempted to a.n.a.lyze his real feelings for the city girl, to whom he was betrothed. He could a.s.sign no reason to the vague, but persistent, feeling which frequently possessed him, when he was apart from her, that she was not his natural mate. Her poise and reserve, which sometimes irritated him, he knew to be really virtues, in a way as desirable as they were rare in women, even of her cla.s.s; her unusual beauty fully satisfied his eye; she was a reigning queen, the desired of many men and he had won her, although he hesitated a little over the word "won." Finally, he was certain that she loved him, after her fashion. Why should he, a man as reserved as he was, and one who had little time to spend on the romantic embellishments of life, ask for more? Yet there was mute rebellion in the depths of his heart, and even the memory of that milestone night, eight months before, when the spirit of Christmastide had added its spell to the influences of life-long propinquity, and they had, almost without spoken words, crossed the border and pledged themselves to one another, brought no thrill.
"I know that she is a wonderful woman, and a real beauty," mused Donald, half aloud. "The trouble must be ... yes, is, with me. She"s too wonderful for my simple tastes; that"s the truth, as I told Ethel. Oh, well, perhaps I can learn to live up to her ... but I hate this society stuff."
Donald"s return to the cabin, weary and uncomfortable in body and mind, found Big Jerry sitting heavily in a chair, with Smiles hovering about, and, from the expression on the face of each, he sensed at once that something was wrong. The old man was saying, somewhat laboriously, "Hit don"t pain me ... much, Rose, gal. Hit haint nothin" ... ter mention. I"ll jest set still hyar erwhile, an" ..."
As the girl caught sight of Donald"s big form in the doorway, her face brightened momentarily; but it clouded again with swift pain when he touched his heart with a significant gesture, accompanied by a questioning look. She nodded, then said aloud, "Here"s our Doctor Mac back ergin, grandpappy. I reckon he kin do somethin" fer ter help ye."
The newcomer attempted a cheery laugh, and said, "Well, I"m not much good unless we can turn Time"s flight backward, and make him a child again temporarily. Kiddies are my specialty, you know, and although I"ve a few grown-up patients, left over from the time when I took whatever came, and was thankful, I am killing them off as fast as I can."
He spoke facetiously, with the design of instilling a lighter element in the conversation; but, although Jerry smiled wryly, the girl looked so shocked that Donald hastened to add, "Please don"t be alarmed, dear, of course I didn"t mean that literally. And you know that I will do anything in my power to help. I only wish that I knew more about troubles affecting the heart," he added.
"Reckon the doctor down in Fayville hed ought ter say the same thing," interposed the old man. "I erlows he didn"t do me no good, fer I got better es soon"s I quit takin" the stuff he left me."
"Don"t be too hard on him, foster father. After all, what you probably needed most was to give that big heart of yours a rest, and that is what did the business then, and will now. Well, I"ll look you over anyway. I guess professional ethics won"t be outraged, with the other physician five steep, uphill miles away."
While he talked he had been opening his suitcase, and now took out a compact emergency bag which experience had taught him never to go away without, and at whose shining, unfamiliar contents Smiles" eyes opened with fascinated amazement. Taking out a stethoscope, Donald bade the giant open his soft, homemade shirt, and planted the transmitting disk against the ma.s.sive chest, padded with wonderful, bulging muscles.
"O-ho," he said under his breath, as he finally laid the instrument aside; for his intently listening ears had caught the faint, but clearly discernible sound of a systolic murmur, deep within.
"Air the trouble "Aunt" ... what the other doctor said hit was?" questioned Rose.
"Angina pectoris? He may have had a touch of that last winter of course, but my guess is that it"s something a bit different now."
"I haint erfeered ter hyar the truth," rumbled Jerry, straightening up like a soldier before the court martial.
"Well," answered the doctor, "I should say that you have a touch of another jaw-breaking Latin phrase, namely, an aneurism of the thoracic aorta."
"Hit shor" sounds powerful bad," grunted Jerry. "But then I reckon thet doctors likes ter use big words."
"Right. For instance, we prefer to call an old-fashioned cold in the head, "Naso-pharyngitis." The worse it sounds, the more credit we get for curing it, you see. Well, "sticks and stones may break our bones, but words will never hurt us," so don"t let that Latin expression worry you. Just take things a bit easy, don"t overdo physically or get overexcited, and you"ll be good for many a moon yet," he added lightly.
Jerry fastened up his shirt with big, fumbling fingers and walked slowly outside, while Rose, tears of pity shedding a misty luminousness over her eyes, stepped close to Donald and laid her hand appealingly on his arm, "Is it something pretty bad, Doctor Mac?" she breathed.
"Well, it"s apparently a mild case ... so far."
"But the trouble ... is it ... is it dangerous?"
He hesitated an instant, then responded quietly, "Nurses have to know the truth, of course, and I am sure that you have a brave little heart, so I"m not afraid to tell you that it is bad. It is almost sure to be fatal, in time, but not necessarily soon. If he will take things easy, as I told him to, he"ll live for a considerable time yet; but we mustn"t allow him to get very greatly excited, or do any very heavy work."
Suddenly very white, but calm and tearless, Smiles answered, "I reckon I can help him better if I know all about it, doctor. I got to help him, you know. He"s all I have now in the whole world."
"Of course you"re going to help him--we both are--but ... you have me, little sister, and your life work," he answered with awkward tenderness. "Now let us see if I can make you understand what I believe the trouble to be. In its incipient--that is, its early stages, it would be rather hard to tell from angina pectoris, for the symptoms would be much the same--pain about the heart and shortness of breath. But one can get over the latter, and feel perfectly well between attacks."
He picked up from his open suitcase a folded newspaper which he had tossed in half read, on leaving the city, and drew for her a crude diagram of the heart and major arteries.
"This biggest pipe which goes downward from the heart is called the great artery, and it and its branches--just like a tree"s--carry the blood into all parts of the body, except the lungs. Another name for it is the descending thoracic aorta, and that is where grandfather"s trouble is. If you knew something about automobile tires I would explain it by saying that he had a blow-out, but it"s something like this. The pipe has an outer surface and an inner lining. At one time or another something happened to injure and weaken the former--disease does it sometimes--perhaps it may have been a severe strain or crushing blow on his chest."
"A big tree fell on him early last winter," cried Rose, with sudden enlightenment. "His chest is so big and strong that he didn"t think that it hurt him, "cept to lame him considerable."
"That may have caused the trouble. Well, what happens is this. The blood is pumped by the heart through that weakened pipe, and, little by little, it forces the lining out through the weakened spot, making something like a bubble filled with blood. In time that might grow until you could actually see the swelling, and all the time, the containing tissue is getting thinner and thinner. Now you can yourself guess the reason why he mustn"t do anything to over-exert his heart. Hard work, or great excitement, makes our hearts beat faster, and sends the blood through that big artery with extra force and ..."
"The bubble might ... break," whispered "Smiles," with a frightened look on her young face.
"Yes. We call it a rupture of the aneurism, and when that happens mortal life ends."
"Oh," she shuddered slightly. "I must keep him very quiet, Doctor Mac. I am strong and can do all the work. You tell him that he mustn"t do anything, please, doctor."
"I"m not sure that that would be the wisest plan, Rose. He has been so strong and active all his life it would break his great heart to be tied down like an invalid. I"m sure that he would be happier doing things, even if as a result he didn"t live quite so long. Don"t you think so, yourself?"