"The east-bound mail has been signaled, Mr. Hendrie. She"s due in twenty minutes."
"Thanks." Hendrie nodded and turned to Monica.
"Angus is a curious fellow--but he"s very loyal to me. He would never do anything he considered detrimental to my interests, and he"d surely see that no one else did. I don"t know about his opinions of women, but"--he smiled--"I think he"s sore at leaving the farm."
Monica nodded and smiled.
"I"m sure he is," she said, as they rose from the table.
They pa.s.sed out into the vestibule where a man stood waiting to a.s.sist the millionaire to the train.
"However, Mon," Hendrie said, smiling inscrutably. "I don"t think you"ll find any lack of attention or consideration on Moraine"s part during my present absence. I"ve left him definite instructions to help you in your study of the farm. It"s my wish you see everything carried out in the work. And I"ve told him so. I don"t guess he"ll make any mistake. And you, Mon--I want you to learn it all. Even if things sometimes come amiss, or--or at awkward times, and inconvenience you. I want you to promise me all this, too."
Monica smiled joyously.
"Promise? Why, of course, Alec," she cried. "Why, if I have to turn out in the middle of the night it will be no great hardship."
"Splendid." Hendrie smiled, but his eyes avoided the woman"s. "Well, now--good-bye," he said, and held out his hand.
For a moment Monica hesitated. Then she remembered where she was, and they shook hands like two friends.
"Good-bye--dear," she murmured.
A moment later the waiter was enveloping Hendrie in his light traveling coat.
With a nod and a wave of the hand he hastily followed the man, and made his way through the revolving door, which was the hotel entrance to the railroad depot.
Monica looked after him, feeling a little depressed. It was the first time since her marriage that her husband had left her with a formal parting. She knew it could not have been otherwise in the vestibule of a busy hotel. It would have been different had they supped in private--ah, well, soon there would be no such partings as these.
In contrast to the brilliant surroundings of the Strathmore Hotel the humble homestead over which Phyllis Raysun reigned was a crude, even squalid affair. Poverty was stamped all over it, that is, if lack of worldly possessions and general dilapidation must be taken as the hallmark of poverty.
Phyllis did not admit such to be the case. She claimed a wealth which she would not have exchanged for the lot of a royal princess. She was a healthy, happy girl, loving and beloved, and she admitted she could ask no more of the perfect life in the midst of which she found herself.
For her mother"s occasional grumbles she would adapt her mental att.i.tude to a different focus. That weak but amiable creature had different views. She had lived through that life Phyllis was only just beginning, and therefore the golden focus of youth was dimmed, and the buoyant hope of younger life had resolved itself into a yearning for all those bodily comforts which had somehow pa.s.sed her by.
At such times when her mother"s bitterness and complaint found expression, Phyllis, with her ready understanding, sought to comfort her, to encourage her. Some such desire stirred her on a morning when a neighbor brought her a letter from Frank. It was a letter pa.s.sed on from hand to hand, across country, without the service of the mail.
Frank would be over at the midday meal, and Mrs. Raysun was deploring the poverty of their larder, as she prepared a stew at the cook stove in their only living-room.
"It makes me fair ashamed, Phyl," the old woman cried in distress, as she cut up the mixture of vegetables for the simmering pot. "It surely does. To think of your beau comin" over to a meal like this. And him a college-bred boy, with elegant manners, and with a ma with thousands o"
dollars. I kind o" feel the shame"s all on me--your mother."
Phyllis laughed in her buoyant fashion.
"Is it, momma?" she cried. "Where? How? Oh, you dear old--old goose. If I was a princess with all the world mine, and I gave half of it to Frank, I shouldn"t be giving him any more than--that stew. The best we"ve got is Frank"s, and we sure can"t do more. And," she added tenderly, "I guess Frank wouldn"t want more." Then she smiled slyly.
"Frank would rather have one of your stews here than oysters on the half sh.e.l.l in any other house."
"House? House, my dear? Call this hog pen a--house?" cried Pleasant, a flush of shame dyeing her plump cheeks.
"It"s a palace--to Frank and me--when we"re eating your stew in it.
Yes, momma, and the meal"s a banquet. Oh, don"t you see, dear? We"re just two silly folks up to our eyes in love with each other, and--and nothing matters. Listen, momma. Frank"s getting his money right away.
He"s located his farm, and he"s going to buy it in a week or two. We"re going to get married, and--and we"re going to move to the new farm just as soon as we"ve harvested our crops here--all of us. You, too. It"s a swell house, just what you like. And we"re going to have "hands" to work for us, and Frank"s fairy G.o.dmother looking on and helping us to be as happy as happy. Oh, momma, we won"t grumble a thing. Just let"s remember that we"ve got to do our best in whatever lot we find ourselves."
Pleasant Raysun could never resist her daughter"s bright hope for long.
The girl never failed to put fresh heart into her. Like all weak natures, she needed the constant support of a heart stronger than her own. Phyllis understood this, and the support was never begrudged, never withheld.
Nor was the girl"s declaration lacking in confirmation when Frank appeared. He had lost the last vestige of any outward signs of the shame he believed attached to him through his birth. Here again it was Phyllis who had dispelled the ugly clouds which had threatened to envelop and stifle him.
Now, as he came, he sniffed the air pervading the kitchen with appreciation, and Phyllis smiled across at her mother.
"I didn"t know I was hungry until now," he declared. "It surely was a bright thought of mine letting you two know ahead I was coming, Phyl. I bet five dollars it"s a jackrabbit stew. Any takers?"
He looked from one to the other with his happy, open face, all smiles.
Then, as Phyllis shook her head, he pretended disappointment.
"No luck," he said, with an absurd air of dejection.
The girl admonished him in the lightest spirit of raillery.
"You don"t want it all--the luck, I mean, not the stew," she said severely. "Anyway, you"re not getting the stew yet. Momma"s particular how long it cooks."
"Not for nigh an hour," smiled Pleasant from the stove.
"Then I"ll tighten my belt like a starving explorer," cried the boy.
The old woman turned about, and waved a tin spoon at them both.
"If you"re that hungry you can"t wait, Frank Burton, I guess Phyl"d better take you out to the barn an" feed you hay. There"s more than hosses and cattle eats hay."
Phyllis laughed.
"There you are, Frank. That"s deadly insult. What you going to do "bout it? Do you hear what momma"s calling you?"
The youth fingered one ear ruefully.
"They must have grown some," he said doubtfully. Then he looked up with a laugh. "Guess maybe she"s right, though. Come on, Phyl, sweet hay"s not half bad fodder for a hungry---- Say, if you come right along, I"ll tell you all about the farm while I eat it. How"s that?"
Phyllis needed no second bidding, and, together, they pa.s.sed out of the kitchen.
It was a favorite place of theirs to sit outside the low doorway of the sod-built barn. An old log served the girl as a resting place, and the huge youth spread himself on the ground beside her, propping his elbow on the same log, so that his tawny head was nearly on a level with her rounded shoulder.
"Phyl," he cried, as soon as they were settled, "mother"s a--a trump.
It"s all fixed. I"ve given old Sam Bernard notice I"m quitting. The old boy"s hard hit--in a way. I believe he likes me some. I told him I"d come along back and help him harvest. And I"m going to help you harvest, too. But that"s afterwards. First I"m going to see mother and get the money, then I"m going to buy the farm. Then I"m going to see certain things put in readiness for fall work. Then I"m coming along back here, and we"re going right in to Calford to buy up fixings for our new home. Then, after harvest, we"re--going to get married. How?"
Phyllis smiled down into the eager, upturned face, with that wise motherly little smile which was so much a part of her att.i.tude toward those belonging to her, those she loved.
"How? Why, then you"re going to come right down to earth and say it all over again," she said, with gentle eagerness. "Say it all again, Frank, and say it slowly. I--I don"t want to miss any of it. It"s all--all too good to miss. Oh, I"m so happy I want to laugh and cry at the same time. I--I want to take the whole world in my arms and hug it."