but bizness with "im; ah no, nuthin" but bizness."
"Farrington is a mean rascal!" and Stephen leaped to his feet, his fists clenched and his eyes flashing. "Hasn"t he any heart at all? To think of him taking the only cow from a poor family when the husband is sick in bed! What does the man mean?"
"Don"t git excited, me boy. It"s only bizness, boss sez, only bizness. The heart has nuthin" to do with that."
"Business be blowed! It"s vile meanness, that"s what it is! And will you help him out with such work?"
"It"s bizness agin, Steve. I"ve got to live, an" keep the missus an"
kiddies. What else is there fer a feller to do?"
"But why is Farrington taking the cow in the winter time, Pete? Why doesn"t he wait until the summer, and give the Stickles a chance?"
"It all on account of a woman"s tongue. That"s what"s the trouble."
"A woman"s tongue?"
"Yes, a woman"s tongue, an" ye know it"s Mrs. Stickles" without me tellin"
ye. She told Tommy Jones, wot told Betty Sharp, wot told the boss, that she was mighty glad the parson beat "im at the auction. So the boss got mad as blazes, an" has sent me fer the cow to pay what the Stickles owe "im. That"s all I know about it, lad, so good-bye to yez both, fer I must be off. I"m to stay the night at Tommy Jones", an" in the mornin" will go from there fer the cow. Bizness an" fun, Steve; bizness an" fun; don"t fergit that," and the little old man went off chuckling in high glee.
Chapter XI
Guarding the Flock
It was nearing the noon hour, and the sun slanting through the forest lifted into bold relief the trailing shadows of the stately trees. A lively chickadee was cheeping from a tall spruce, and a bold camp-robber was hopping in front of the cabin door picking up morsels of food which were occasionally cast forth. Stephen was preparing dinner, and the appetizing smell drifted out upon the air. Not far away, perched upon the branch of a tree, a sleek squirrel was filling the air with his noisy chattering and scolding. His bright little eyes sparkled with anger at the big strange intruder into his domain, causing him to pour forth all the vitriol of the squirrel vocabulary. Suddenly his noisy commotion ceased, and he lifted his head in a listening att.i.tude. Presently down the trail leading to the main highway the sound of bells could be distinctly heard.
As they drew nearer their music filled the air, reverberating from hill to hill and pulsing among the countless reaches of the great sombre forest.
Not a child in the parish of Glendow but knew that familiar sound, and would rush eagerly into the house with the welcome tidings, for did it not mean a piece of candy hidden away in most mysterious pockets, which seemed never to be empty? How often in the deep of night tired sleepers in some lonely farm-house had been awakened by their merry jingle, and in the morning husband and wife would discuss the matter and wonder what sick person Parson John had been visiting.
The bells grew more distinct now and brought Stephen to the door. Soon Midnight appeared swinging around a bend in the trail, with her fine neck proudly arched, ears pointed forward, and her large eyes keen with expectancy. The squirrel scurried away in a rage; the chickadee hopped to a safe retreat, and even the saucy camp-robber considered it wise to flap lazily to the top of the cabin.
"I"m glad to see you, Stephen," was Parson John"s hearty greeting as he held out his hand. "Dan and I are on our way to visit the Stickles, and called in to see you in pa.s.sing. What a snug place you have built here. I trust you are getting along nicely."
"Better than I expected," was the reply. "But, say, Parson, you"re just in time for dinner. Let me put Midnight in the barn. She won"t object, at any rate."
"What! is it that late?" and the worthy man glanced at the sun. "Dear me, how the time does fly! Well, then, if we will not be in the way I shall enjoy it very much, for it has been many a day since I have dined in the woods. But, wait," he cried, as Stephen was leading Midnight to the stable, "There"s a basket of stuff, some pies, and I don"t know what else, in the sleigh for hardy woodsmen, with Nellie"s compliments. No, no, not that basket. It"s for the Stickles. The smaller one; I think you"ll find it in the back of the sleigh. There, that"s it, with the green handle. It takes a large basket for all the little Stickles!" and the parson gave a hearty laugh.
What a dinner they had in the little cabin that day. Never did meat taste so good, and never did pie have such a delicious flavour as that which Nellie had made. The table and stools were rough, the food served on coa.r.s.e dishes, and each one helped himself. But what did it matter? Their appet.i.tes were keen and the parson a most entertaining visitor. He told about the race on the river the day before, and of Tim Fraser"s accident and sudden death, to which the choppers listened with almost breathless interest, at times giving vent to e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.ns of surprise.
"I"m sorry we have no milk to offer you," laughed Stephen, pa.s.sing the parson a cup of black tea. "But at any minute now a cow may be pa.s.sing this way and we might be able to obtain some."
"A cow pa.s.sing! I don"t understand," and Mr. Westmore stirred the sugar in his tea.
"Yes. The Stickles are losing their only cow. Farrington has sent Pete after her, and he should be along by this time."
"Stephen," and Parson John"s face changed from its genial expression to one of severity, "do I understand you aright? Do you mean to tell me that Farrington is taking the Stickles" only cow?"
"Yes, I"m not joking. It"s the solid truth. Pete stopped here on his way out last night, and told us all about it."
"Dear me! dear me!" sighed the parson, placing his hand to his head. "When will that man cease to be a thorn in the flesh? The Stickles are as honest as the sun, and Farrington knows it. This business must be stopped. Dan will you please bring out Midnight. We must hurry away at once."
Soon the little cabin was left behind and they were swinging out along the trail. The parson was quiet now. His old jocular spirit had departed, leaving him very thoughtful.
"The poor people! The poor people!" he e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed. "When will such things cease? Why will men dressed in a little brief authority try to crush those less fortunate? Dan, my boy, you may be a big man some day. You may get money, but never forget the poor. Be kind to them rather than to the powerful. They need kindness and sympathy, lad, more than others. My parents were poor, and I know how they toiled and slaved to give me an education. I well remember how they worked early and late until their fingers were knotted and their backs bowed. They are the n.o.ble ones who live in our midst, and though they may have little of this world"s goods, they have great souls and are the real salt of the earth. Never forget that, boy."
Dan did not know how to reply to these words, but sat very still watching Midnight speeding on her way. The road wound for some distance through a wooded region and over several hills. At length it entered upon a settlement where the land was lean and rocks lifted their frowning heads above the surface. The few houses were poor, standing out grey and gaunt in the midst of this weird barrenness. But at every door Midnight was accustomed to stop. Well did she know the little voices which welcomed her, and the tiny hands which stroked her soft nose, or held up some dainty morsel of bread, potatoes or gra.s.s. But to-day there was none of this. She knew when the reins throbbed with an energy which meant hurry.
Past the gateways she clipped with those long steady strides over the icy road, across a bleak stretch of country, down a valley, up a winding hill, and then away to the right through a long narrow lane to a lone farm-house.
As they approached a commotion was observed near the barn. Soon the cause was clearly manifest. Pete, a.s.sisted by someone, who proved to be Tommy Jones, had his rope about the horns of a black and white cow, and was endeavouring to lead her away. Mrs. Stickles and four little Stickles were filling the air with their cries of anger and protest. The cow, frightened by the noise, had become confused, and was trying to bolt towards the barn. Pete was tugging at the rope, while his a.s.sistant was belabouring her with a stout stick.
"Ye brutes!" Mrs. Stickles was shouting at the top of her voice. "What d"yez mean by thumpin" me poor Pansy in that way! But here comes the Lord"s avengin" angel, praise His holy name! Stop "em, Parson!" she shrieked, rushing towards the sleigh. "Smite "em down, Parson, an" pray the Lord to turn His hottest thunderbolt upon Si Farrington"s head!"
"Hush, hush, woman," Mr. Westmore remonstrated. "Don"t talk that way.
"Vengeance is mine, saith the Lord. I will repay.""
By this time the refractory cow had been brought to a state of partial subjection, and stood blinking at her captors as if uncertain what course to pursue. Leaving the sleigh, Mr. Westmore strode over to where the three were standing and laid his hand upon the rope.
"What"s the meaning of this, Pete?" he asked. "Why are you troubling this family?"
"It"s them that"s troublin" me, sir," was the reply. "I"m jist here on bizness, an" it"s bizness I mean. If ye"ll jist keep that whirlwind of a woman away an" them squaking kids so I kin git this cratur clear of the barn-yard, she"ll walk like a daisy."
"But why are you taking the animal? Don"t you know it"s their only cow, and it"s very important that Mr. Stickles, who is sick in bed, should have fresh milk every day?"
"That"s not my bizness, Parson. My bizness is to git the cow; so stand clear if ye please, fer I want to git away. I"m late as "tis."
"Hold a minute, Pete," and the parson laid a firmer hand upon the rope.
"Who sent you here after this cow?"
"The boss, of course."
"Mr. Farrington?"
"Sure."
"And he wants the cow in payment of a debt, does he?"
"Guess so. But that ain"t none of my bizness. My bizness is to git the cow."
"How much is the debt, anyway?" the parson asked, turning to Mrs.
Stickles, who was standing near with arms akimbo.
"Twenty dollars, sir. No mor"n twenty dollars. Not one cent more, an"
Tony"ll pay every cent when he comes from the woods."
"Well, then, Pete," and the parson turned towards the latter, "unfasten this cow, and go back to your master. Tell him that I will be responsible for the debt, and that he shall have the full amount as soon as I get home."
But Pete shook his head, and began to gather up the loose end of the rope into a little coil in his left hand.