"I have sugar but no coffee. I drink--"
"Not on your life!" he cut in. "No burnt wheat for me!" And he tore down the stairs like mad.
At the shop he found himself possessed of just seventeen cents, with which he bought a half-pound of coffee.
"Now I can begin my conquest of the world as all the great men have done--penniless. It"s me for a stroll down-town, I reckon."
The table was neatly set when he returned, and his mother, proud of her big and glowing boy, cheerily confronted him. "No matter how poor we are," she said, "we can be happy." And with her faith renewed she prepared the coffee for the cream.
The sun struck into the bare little dining-room with golden charm, but these two souls, so alike yet so unlike, faced each other with returning constraint. As they talked their antagonism of purpose again developed.
Victor outlined his plan of going West and starting anew. To this suggestion his mother listened, then gently replied: "There are many objections to that, Victor. First of all, I have no money."
"Can"t we sell something?" She shook her head, and he, after looking around, ruefully admitted that there was nothing to sell. "But your house--" This gave him a thought. "Why don"t we go back to La Crescent?
I"ll work on a farm, in a grocery--anything rather than have you keep on with this business. It"s dangerous, and it isn"t nice."
"Victor," she began, with more of self-a.s.sertion than she had hitherto voiced, "you don"t understand. My mediumship is not a business, it is a sacred obligation. G.o.d has gifted me with the power of communicating with those who have pa.s.sed to a higher plane, and I must respect that gift. I am in the hands of those wiser than either of us. To oppose them would be self-destruction."
He listened with growing coldness and hardness. "That"s all a delusion,"
he repeated. "Modern science has proved that mediumship is just plain hysteria."
"We won"t argue," she replied, and her tone was that of one hurt. "I _know_, for I have had the personal experience. I am only a leaf in the wind when this power sweeps over me. So long as I live I must remain the instrument of these our supernal friends--it is my work in the world, and I must execute it."
"What do you expect me to do?" he asked, almost brutally.
"I"d like you to go back to your studies--"
"That I will not do," he a.s.sured her in tones that expressed a final decision.
"Well then--will you remain here with me?"
"Not with you carrying on the business which I hate."
"Why should you hate it? To Leo and Mrs. Joyce my mission is n.o.ble."
"I hate it because I think it"s foolish, unnatural, and false. I don"t mean that you _consciously_ cheat, mother, but I am certain that in some way it all comes down to that."
She opened her arms in a gesture of pa.s.sionate appeal. "My son, these Voices have educated you--they have helped me to feed and clothe you.
Now here I am, prove me, try me, convict me if you can. I yield myself to your tests. I _know_ the spirit life is a reality. If I did not I should perish with despair. Every day, almost all hours of the day, these Voices whisper in my ears. The hands of those you call the dead caress my cheek. They cheer and admonish me. They are as real to me as you are. If you can silence them, do so. I put myself into your hands.
Do what you will in proof of my powers."
The boy was rapidly changing to the man. His mother"s words beating upon his brain aroused something in him which he had not hitherto acknowledged. He thought deeply as he peered into her eyes, burning with resolution.
"She is honest--but she is the victim of a fixed idea." He had heard much of "the fixed idea." "I will try her, I will rid her of her obsession." Aloud he said: "The important thing is our living. How am I to pay my way? I haven"t a cent. I paid out my last penny for this coffee."
"I have a little money."
"I told you I wouldn"t take another dollar of your money, and I won"t,"
he replied, sharply. "That"s settled. I must get clear and keep clear of all this "bunk.""
"But suppose you find my powers real?" she asked, trembling with eagerness.
He hesitated. "Then--well--if I believed in your powers I would still object to your earning money with--by means of your--your Voices. I"ve got to make my own way in the world, and from this moment!"
She read an unmitigable opposition in his eyes and sadly said, "You"ll come here to sleep, won"t you?"
He conceded so much, though reluctantly. "Yes, I"ll sleep here, but as soon as I make a raise of any work I intend to pay for my board. As for carfare, I guess my junk will have to go into "hock."" He rose. "You see, I won a silver mug and a watch by being useful to the team. It"s them to "Uncle Jake"s,"" he ended, with a return to the college youth"s vocabulary, and going to his valise took out his reward for muscular merit and showed it to her. "Isn"t that smooth?"
Her eyes shone with pride. "How much do you suppose you can borrow on it?" she asked.
"Oh, I don"t know. Five dollars, maybe."
"Well, I"ll lend you ten dollars on it."
He looked at her with musing eyes. "Say twenty, and you may have both mug and watch."
She went to her purse and handed to him the money.
He took it without hesitation. "Well, here"s where I hit the pavement for a job."
She confronted him in a final appeal. "Oh, Victor, I can"t bear to have you doubt me even for an hour. Stay with me to-day. Stay and let me talk with you. I"ve had so little of you. Just think! for more than twelve years I"ve kept you away from me--I"ve starved myself--my mother-self--in order that you might grow to manhood untroubled by my faith, and I can"t bear to have you doubt me now."
He understood something of her emotion and responded to it. "You dear, faithful little mother, I realize now what I have cost you, and I"m grateful; but that"s the very reason why I can"t let you do any more of it. I must begin to pay you back."
"All you need to do to pay me is to let me look at you," she fondly replied. "I"m proud of you, Victor. I was proud of you last night. I saw Leo admiring you, and Mrs. Joyce thinks you are splendid."
He was interested. "By the way, who is Miss Wood?"
"She"s a niece of Mrs. Joyce. Mrs. Joyce is the widow of Joyce the lumberman."
"She seems to have all kinds of money." His face was thoughtful again.
"Yes, she"s rich, and she has been very kind to me. She took me to California and to Europe. She is always doing things for me. It was just like her to come to me yesterday--she is not one to fail in time of trouble. I don"t know what I should do without her."
"She certainly is nice. What about Miss Wood? Does she believe in your--your Voices?" He asked this without direct glance.
"Yes. She doesn"t say much, but she is deeply grateful to my guides."
"She"s no ordinary girl, I can see that. Is she rich also?"
"Not as Mrs. Joyce is rich, but The Voices have sort of adopted her.
They say they will make her wealthy as a queen."
"What do you mean by that?"
"They are telling her from week to week just how to invest her money."
"Do you mean to tell me that _you_ advise her how to invest her money?"