Mrs. Farnam gave her a thoughtful look. "Well, that"s plausible; but I never thought you greedy. Why do you want the extra pay?"

"I have a use for it," Agatha replied with a twinkle. "I don"t suppose I shall carry out my plans, and after all, they are too ridiculous to talk about. Anyhow, you would think so. You"re very practical."

"People are curious," Mrs. Farnam remarked. "I"m willing to admit I"m practical, but I married and love my husband, while you look romantic and in many ways are not. You risk your health for money, and I don"t think any man ever roused a tender thought in you. There"s Jake, for example--"

She stopped and Agatha was silent for a few moments, although she was moved. She was tired and felt lonely and that life was hard. Instinctive longings that she had fought against awoke. She wanted somebody to shelter her and brush her troubles away. Mabel had her husband, whom she loved; but she had chosen a rocky path that she must walk alone.

"I hope Jake is getting on well in British Columbia," she said. "I suppose you hear from him?"

"He writes to us regularly and is getting on very well. Finds his work absorbing and sees a chance of promotion, but it"s obvious that he"s not satisfied. I don"t know if you feel flattered, but he can"t forget you."

Agatha stopped her. Jake was Mrs. Farnam"s cousin, and had been a teacher of science until he got a post at a mine. He had helped Agatha in her studies, and she blamed herself for imagining that common interests and ambitions accounted for their friendship. In fact, it was something of a shock when, on getting his new post, Jake had asked her to marry him.

"I"m not flattered but sorry," she replied. "I liked Jake very much--one was forced to like him--but after all that doesn"t go far enough. And, you see, I didn"t know--"

"I believe you really didn"t know. It would be ridiculous to admit this about any other girl, but, in a way, you"re not quite normal. You"re too absorbed in your occupation and haven"t a woman"s natural feelings. You took all Jake had to give and were surprised and half indignant when he asked something from you."

Agatha wondered rather drearily whether Mrs. Farnam"s reproaches were not justified; but the latter went on: "Perhaps, however, your coldness is encouraging. I don"t suppose you have met anybody you liked, or felt you could like, better than Jake."

"No," said Agatha, and then hesitated. Since Mabel was capable of giving her cousin a hint, she saw that frankness was needed and remembered the fortnight she had spent with Thirlwell by the lake. She had thought about him since; indeed she had done so oftener than she knew.

"I shall never marry Jake," she said. "Just now it seems unlikely that I shall marry anybody else."

Mrs. Farnam made a sign of disappointed acquiescence. "Very well! That"s done with. If there"s anything more to be said about your plans for the next few months, your brother will say it. I"m glad George is coming, because he"s sensible and will deal with you firmly. Now I"ll go and get supper."

She left Agatha thoughtful. George, whose business occasionally brought him into the neighborhood, had written to say that he was coming and would stop the night, and Agatha wondered what he wanted to talk about.

He would certainly give her good advice, but they seldom saw alike and she braced herself for a struggle, although she was fond of her brother.

Supper in the bright cedar-paneled room was a cheerful function, and as she looked about and joined in the talk Agatha was conscious of a feeling that was hardly strong enough for envy or actual discontent, but had a touch of both. Mabel looked happy and modestly proud. She was obviously satisfied and in a way enjoyed all that a woman could wish for. The house was pretty; Farnam was indulgent and showed his wife a deference that Agatha liked. He owned a large orchard and had sufficient capital to cultivate it properly. George Strange was marked by a complacent, self-confident manner that his urbanity somewhat toned down.

He dealt in artificial fertilizers and farming implements, and it was said that he never lost a customer and seldom made a bad debt.

In character, George was unlike his sister, because while unimaginative he generally saw where his advantage lay. For all that, he was just and often generous. He was married, and talked to Mrs. Farnam about his wife and child when he was not eating with frank enjoyment and telling humorous stories. While the others laughed and joked Agatha mused. They had commonplace aims and duties that brought them happiness; but she had been given a harder task. Still it was a task that could not be shirked; she had accepted it and must carry it out.

Some time after supper Mrs. Farnam went away, and Farnam presently made an excuse for following his wife. When they had gone George remarked: "I must pull out to-morrow, but Florence sends a message. She wants you to stop with us for two or three months."

"Florence is kind," said Agatha. "I would like to go, but you know it"s impossible."

"I don"t know," George rejoined in an authoritative voice. "I"m your elder brother and it"s my duty to see you do what you ought. To begin with, I looked up your doctor and he told me you needed a long rest."

"It can"t be got. I must go back to school when the holidays are over."

"Wait a bit! None of us is as indispensable as we sometimes think."

Agatha felt half amused and half annoyed. George often made remarks like this and imagined that they clinched his arguments. She saw that he had been meddling.

"What did you do after seeing the doctor?" she asked suspiciously.

"I went to your princ.i.p.al at the school. She said she would talk to the managers and had no doubt that if it was needful they would let you off for a time. Now as I can fix the thing with the doctor, there"s no reason you shouldn"t quit work and stop with us."

Agatha colored angrily. George meant well, but he had gone too far. She felt this worse because she was tempted to give way. She liked her brother"s wife and needed a rest.

"Well," she said, "I suppose I ought to have expected something of the kind, but it"s comforting to feel that your efforts are wasted. I shall be quite well in a week or two and am going back to school. For one thing, I shall need some money before very long."

George looked hard at her. "You don"t say why. Still if it"s money that prevents you taking the proper line, I might lend you some--" He stopped and resumed with suspicion: "But I won"t give you a dollar to waste in searching for father"s silver lode!"

"I am going to look for the lode," said Agatha quietly.

"I hoped you had got over that foolishness," George rejoined, throwing his cigarette on the floor, although he was generally careful about such things. "Now listen to me for a few minutes, and try to be sensible!"

"One misses much by always being sensible," Agatha remarked with a resigned smile.

"It often saves one"s relations trouble. Anyhow, the blamed lode has thrown its shadow on all our lives, and I don"t mean to stand off, saying nothing, and see you spoil yours."

"You escaped the shadow, because you never believed in the lode."

"I certainly didn"t and don"t believe in it now! For all that, I saw father"s restlessness and mother"s fears."

"Ah!" said Agatha, "I didn"t think--"

"I allow I haven"t your imagination, but I can see a thing that"s obvious. Father thought he hid his feelings, but mother knew and grieved. She was afraid he would give us up and go back to the North."

"No!" said Agatha with firmness; "she was not afraid he would give us up! Father never failed in his duty."

"Then she was certainly afraid he"d die in the bush; as he did. She knew what the prospectors were up against, and though she smiled when he talked about the ore, I knew she had an anxious heart. I don"t claim that the anxiety broke her down, but it made a heavy load and helped."

"Yet when she was very ill she did not ask him to promise he wouldn"t go."

"She did not mind then," said George in a quiet voice. "She was dying and we had grown up. But there was nothing selfish about her acquiescence. I think she was glad to set him free, because she loved him and knew what he had borne. He was a dreamer and not a business man. She had run the store and taken care of him, and knew he would be lonely after she had gone. Besides, I sometimes feel she thought he would follow and rejoin her soon. It did not matter by what road he came."

Agatha was silent for some moments because she was surprised and moved.

George had a keener imagination and saw farther than she thought. It looked as if he had known her mother best.

"You loved her well and so you understood," she said. "But the troubles she bore are done with, and now I stand alone. I have no responsibilities; my life is mine!"

George"s face got red. "Well, perhaps I don"t count for much, but we didn"t cut loose when I married. I have a sister as well as a wife."

"I"m sorry, George," said Agatha, putting her hand on his arm. "I didn"t mean to hurt."

"Very well! I"m not a sentimental fellow; let"s be practical. You can"t locate the ore, because it isn"t there; but you may spoil your health and get soured by disappointment. Then, if you stop long, you"ll lose your post and ruin your career. The blamed silver may become a fixed illusion. That"s what I"m really afraid of most. In some ways, you"re very like father."

"You"re persuaded the silver was an illusion?"

"I am persuaded," George declared. "Men who live in the frozen woods get credulous and believe extraordinary things, and tales of wonderful lodes are common in the mining belts. Father heard something of the kind and brooded over it until he came to believe he had located the ore. He had too much imagination and wasn"t practical."

"But he gave me some specimens he found and they carry rich metal."

"I allow he thought he found them; but that"s a different thing."

Agatha smiled. "Perhaps your theory"s plausible, but it has some weak points."

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