Presently he went to the library, and shutting out the amenities of that cheerful evening, shut in his own somber brooding.
"I don"t see why he should let that worry him so," said Mrs.
Witherspoon. "He"s getting to be so sensitive over Brooks."
"I don"t think it"s his sensitiveness over Brooks, mother," Ellen replied, "but the fact that he is gradually finding out that Brooks is not so perfect as he pretends to be."
"I don"t know," the mother rejoined, "but I think he has just as much confidence in Brooks as he ever had. I know he said last night that the Colossus couldn"t get along without him."
"Ellen," said Henry, "what is the name of that doctor?"
"Linmarck. It isn"t so hard to remember, is it?"
"No, but I forgot it."
Immediately after reaching the office the next day, Henry sent for a reporter who had lived so long in Chicago that he was supposed thoroughly to know the city.
"Are you acquainted with Doctor Linmarck?" Henry asked when the reporter entered the room.
"Linmarck? Let me see. No, don"t think I am."
"Did you ever hear of him?"
"What"s his particular line?"
"Paralysis, I think."
"No, I"ve never heard of him."
"Well, find out all you can about him and let me know as soon as possible. And say," he added as the reporter turned to go, "don"t say a word about it."
"All right."
Several hours later the reporter returned. "Did you learn anything?"
Henry asked.
"Yes, about all there is to learn, I suppose. He has an office on Wabash Avenue, near Twelfth Street. I called on him."
"Does he look like a great specialist?"
"Well, his beard is hardly long enough for a great specialist."
"But does he appear to be prosperous?"
"His location stands against that supposition."
"But does he strike you as being an impostor?"
"Well, not exactly that; but I shouldn"t like to be paralyzed merely to give him a chance to try his hand on me. I told him that I had considerable trouble with my left arm, and he asked if I had ever been afflicted with rheumatism, or if I had ever been stricken with typhoid fever, or--I don"t remember how many diseases he tried on suspicion. I told him that so far as I knew I had been in excellent health, and then he began to ask me about my parents. I told him that they were dead and that I didn"t care to be treated for any disease that they might have had. I asked him where he was from, and he said Philadelphia. He hasn"t been here long, but is treating some very prominent people, he says. There may be a reason why he should be employed, but I failed to find it."
CHAPTER XXII.
TO GO ON A VISIT.
A month must have pa.s.sed since Henry had sought to investigate the standing of Dr. Linmarck, when, one evening, Ellen astonished her father with the news that old Mrs. Colton was to be taken on a visit to her sister, who lived in New Jersey. The sister had written an urgent letter to Mrs. Brooks, begging that the old lady might straightway be sent to her, and offering to relieve Mr. Brooks of all the trouble and responsibility that might be incurred by the journey.
She would send her son and her family physician. Witherspoon grunted at so absurd a request and was surprised that Brooks should grant it.
The old woman might die on the train, and besides, what possible pleasure could she extract from such a visit? It was nonsense.
"But suppose the poor old creature wants to go?" said Mrs.
Witherspoon.
"Ah, but how is any one to know whether she does or not?"
"Of course no one can tell what she thinks, but it is reasonable to suppose that she would like to see her sister."
"Oh, yes, it is reasonable to suppose almost anything when you start out on that line; but it"s not common sense to act upon almost any supposition. Of course, the old lady can live but a short time, and I think that if she were given her own choice she would prefer to die in her own bed. I shall advise Brooks not to let her go."
"I hope you"ll not do that," said Henry, and he spoke with an eagerness that caused the merchant to give him a look of sharp inquiry. "I hope that you"ll not seek to deprive the sister, who I presume is a very old woman, of the pleasure of sheltering one so closely related to her. The trip may be fatal, and yet it might be a benefit. At any rate don"t advise Brooks not to let her go."
"Oh, it"s nothing to me," Witherspoon replied, "and I didn"t suppose that it was so much to the rest of you. How I do miss that old man!"
he added after musing for a few moments. "The peculiar laugh he had when pleased became a very distressing cough whenever he fancied that his expenses were running too high, and every day I am startled by some noise that sounds like his hack, hack! And just as frequently I hear his good-humored ha, ha! He had never gone away during the summer, but he told me that this summer he was going to a watering-place and enjoy himself. "And, Witherspoon," he said, "I"m going to spend money right and left." Picture that old man spending money either right or left. He would have backed out when the time came. Some demand would have kept him at home."
"His will leaves everything to his wife, I believe," Henry remarked.
"Yes, with the proviso that at her death it is to go to Mrs. Brooks.
Brooks has already taken Colton"s place in the store, and now the question is, Who can fill Brooks" place?"
"I don"t think you will have any trouble in filling it," Henry replied. "No matter who drops out, the affairs of this life go on just the same. A man becomes so identified with a business that people think it couldn"t be run without him. He dies, and the business--improves."
"Yes, it appears so," Witherspoon admitted; "but what I wanted to get at, coming straight to the point, is this: I need you now more than ever before. One of the penalties of wealth is that a rich man is forced constantly to fumble about in the dark, feeling for some one whose touch may inspire confidence. That"s the position I"m in."
"You make a strong appeal," said Henry, "far stronger than any personal advantages you could point out to me."
"But is it strong enough to move you?"
"It might be strong enough to move me to a sacrifice of myself, and still fail to draw me into a willingness to risk the opinion you have expressed of what you term my manliness. As a business man I know that I should be a failure, and then I"d have your pity instead of your good opinion. Let me tell you that I am a very ordinary man. I haven"t the quickness which is a business man"s enterprise, nor that judgment which is his safeguard. My newspaper is a success, but it is mainly because I have a capable man in the business office. It grieves me to disappoint you, and I will take an oath that if I felt myself capable I"d cheerfully give up journalism and place myself at your service."
"Father," said Mrs. Witherspoon--and anxiously she had been watching her husband--"I don"t see what more he could say."
"He has said quite enough," Witherspoon replied.
"But you are not angry, are you, papa?" Ellen asked.
"No, I"m hurt."
"I"m very sorry," said Henry, "but permit me to say that a man of your strength of mind shouldn"t be hurt by a present disappointment that may serve to prevent a possible calamity in the future."