Tabitha"s Vacation.
by Ruth Alberta Brown.
CHAPTER I
THE MCKITTRICKS" MISFORTUNE
""Ho, ho, vacation days are here, We welcome them with right good cheer; In wisdom"s halls we love to be, But yet "tis pleasant to be free,""
warbled Tabitha Catt, pausing on the doorstep of her little desert home as she vigorously shook a dingy dusting cloth, and hungrily sniffed the fresh, sweet morning air, for, although the first week of June was already gone, the fierce heat of the summer had not yet descended upon Silver Bow, nestling in its cup-like hollow among the Nevada mountains.
""Ho, ho, the hours will quickly fly, And soon vacation time be by; Ah, then we"ll all in glad refrain, Sing welcome to our school again.""
piped up a sweet voice in m.u.f.fled accents from the depths of the closet where the singer was rummaging to find hooks for her wardrobe, which lay scattered rather promiscuously about Tabitha"s tiny bedroom.
"Why, Gloriana Holliday, where did you learn that?" demanded the girl on the threshold, abruptly ceasing her song. "It"s as old as the hills. Mrs. Carson used to sing it when she went to school."
"So did my mother. I"ve got her old music book with the words in it,"
responded her companion, emerging from the dark closet, flushed but triumphant. "There! I"ve hung up the last dud I could find room for.
The rest must go back in the trunk, I guess. My, but it does seem nice to have a few weeks of vacation, doesn"t it?"
"One wouldn"t think so to hear you carolling about school"s beginning again," laughed Tabitha, shaking her finger reprovingly at the red-haired girl now busily collecting the remainder of her scattered property and bundling it into a half-empty trunk just outside the kitchen door.
Gloriana echoed the laugh, and then answered seriously, "But really, I have never been glad before to see vacation come. It always meant only hard work and worry, gathering fruit in the hot sun or digging vegetables and peddling them around from door to door; while school meant books and lessons and a chance to rest a bit, and the last two years it meant Miss Angus, who did not mind my red hair and crutches."
"But it is all different now," Tabitha interrupted hastily, shuddering at the gloomy picture her companion"s words had called up. "You are my sister now, and there won"t be any more goats and gardens to bother about. You have left off using one crutch altogether, and don"t need the other except out of doors. We are going to have a lovely vacation, and you won"t want school to begin at all in September."
"Yes, it is all different now, Kitty Catt, thanks to dear old you!"
agreed the younger girl, giving the slender figure in the doorway an affectionate hug. "And I suppose I shall be as daffy about this queer desert place as you are by the time Ivy Hall opens its doors again----"
"Aha!" triumphed Tabitha. "Then you don"t like it now, do you? I never could get you to admit it last winter."
"I haven"t admitted it yet," Gloriana retorted spiritedly. "It looks so much different in the summer time, but still seems queer to me with its heaps of rocks and no trees except the stiff old Joshuas. I wonder why they are called that. Even they don"t seem like trees to me. They look like giant cactus plants, and just as cruel."
"They have beautiful blossoms," Tabitha interrupted. "We are a little too late to see them, though many of the other desert flowers are still in bloom. Look across that stretch beyond the river road. Isn"t it pretty with its red and yellow carpet? May is the month to see the desert in its glory, though. _Then_ it is truly beautiful. _No_ one could think it ugly. But come, let"s run over to Mercy"s house. We have swept and dusted, and you have finished unpacking. This is our second day at home and I haven"t been near to inquire how Mr.
McKittrick is. He was hurt before Christmas, so we never went there during the holidays, you remember."
"Where do they live?"
"Why, I showed you the place--that queer brown house perched up-----"
"Oh, yes, on that great shelf of rock, overlooking the railway station."
"The first house we see on our way up here from the depot. Mr.
McKittrick always called it the Eagles" Nest, and his children the eaglets."
"What a pretty idea! How many eaglets are there besides Mercedes and the little boy you named?"
"Four other girls. Mercy is the oldest of the family. Then come Susanne, or Susie, as they call her; the twins, Inez and Irene; Rosslyn and the baby, Janie."
"That"s quite a family. What nice times they must have together!"
sighed Gloriana wistfully, thinking of her own orphaned life with no brothers or sisters with whom to make merry.
"Yes, I reckon they are a pretty lively bunch sometimes, for Susie is as wild as Mercedes is quiet; and Inez should have been her twin instead of Irene"s. Janie is a regular little mischief, too, but such a darling! You are sure to love her, though Rosslyn is my favorite.
Put on your hat and let"s go down before dinner. Daddy won"t be home until evening, and there is nothing to keep us here."
Seizing her sunbonnet from its peg by the door, Tabitha started up the path toward town with Gloriana hobbling along at her side, when they saw Mercedes, with roguish Janie and chubby Rosslyn in tow, coming down the slope toward them. Her round, serious eyes looked heavy and worried, her childish face pale and frightened; but at sight of the two approaching figures, a smile of relief suddenly curved the drooping lips, and she exclaimed eagerly, "Oh, girls, I was just going for you!
Are you on the way to our house? Oh, please say yes! Something dreadful has happened, I"m sure, for mamma has sent us all out-doors, and is in the kitchen crying fit to kill. She won"t say what"s the matter, and I"m horribly scared. I never saw her cry before."
Tabitha"s face paled instantly. "I wonder--" she began, then stopped.
How could she put her thought into words when Mercedes was already so dreadfully frightened? "Has the doctor been to see your father this morning?" she asked.
"Yes. He stayed ever so long and talked to mamma in the kitchen. I am afraid papa is worse, for "twas right after the doctor was gone that she began to cry so hard."
Tabitha turned to Gloriana. "I"ll run on ahead," she said, "if you don"t mind. You can follow more slowly with Mercedes. I--perhaps it would be better if I saw Mrs. McKittrick alone first."
"All right," agreed Glory, who, like Tabitha, was wondering if the message the doctor had delivered in the Eagles" Nest that morning had left the little mother without a ray of hope; and so she fell in step beside the anxious Mercedes, and began to chat in spritely, diverting tones while Tabitha sped swiftly up the narrow, winding path to the lonely-looking, little, brown house perched on the steep mountainside.
Arriving at the door breathless and panting, she hesitated a moment before knocking, suddenly aware that she had not the slightest idea of what she intended to say or do. A glimpse through the screen of a huddled figure bowed despairingly over the kitchen table drove every other thought from her mind, however, and flinging open the door, she ran lightly across the room and impulsively laid her hand upon the quivering shoulders.
"Mercedes, must I tell you again--" began the m.u.f.fled voice of the distracted woman, as she impatiently shook off the hand resting on her arm.
"It isn"t Mercedes," Tabitha interrupted. "It is I--Tabitha. I don"t know what is the matter, but if you will tell me, perhaps I can be of some use, even if I am only a girl."
Mrs. McKittrick lifted a red, swollen face from her arms outstretched on the table, glanced in surprise at the black-eyed girl bending so sympathetically above her, and once more burst into a flood of tears, sobbing wildly, "It ain"t any use, Tabitha! You couldn"t help if you was a woman grown. No one can help. The doctor says--" The choking words died on her lips. She could not bear to repeat the doctor"s verdict.
"That Mr. McKittrick is worse?" whispered Tabitha.
The bowed head nodded despairingly.
"Surely he isn"t going to----"
"Die?" cried the woman wildly. "Yes, he must die unless we can get him out of here. The only hope is an operation. That means Los Angeles, a hospital, a nurse, and hundreds of dollars; and not a cent coming in from anywhere. The children are too young to earn, and I can"t work with him to nurse and six youngsters to care for. Oh, it does seem as if troubles never come singly! Whatever we are going to do is more than I know. The whole world has turned upside down!"
Gravely Tabitha nodded her head. Only a year before as she had stood beside the bed of her father, fighting what seemed like a hopeless battle with death, she, too, had felt that despairing helplessness.
"If only Dr. Vane were here!" she whispered fervently.
"I don"t believe he could do a bit more for the man than Dr. Hayes is doing. He"d just say the same thing, and there wouldn"t be any more money than there is now to carry out his orders."
In vain Tabitha sought to comfort and cheer the despondent soul, but seemed only to make matters worse, and at length, disheartened at her apparent failure, she stole away from the brown house on the bluff, and with Gloriana following silently at her heels, set out for home. Not a word pa.s.sed between them as they hastened down the main street of the town, until, just as they reached the dingy telegraph station, the sound of the busy, clattering key caused Tabitha to halt abruptly and a gleam of determination to flash over her sober, worried face.
"That"s what!" she exclaimed joyfully. "I"ll do it! Mr. Carson will fix everything. "Twas in his mine that McKittrick was hurt."
"What do you mean? Where are you going?" asked bewildered Gloriana, unable to follow Tabitha"s thoughts, and wondering what errand was taking her into the low, dimly lighted shack from which issued the monotonous, nervous, clicking sound which had attracted Tabitha"s attention.
"To telegraph Mr. Carson. If he knew how badly off Mr. McKittrick is, he would send him inside in a minute."
"Inside?"