Mr. Thoburn got up and made a speech, protesting that they didn"t know what they were letting themselves in for, and ended up by demanding to know if he was expected to breakfast at seven-thirty.
"Yes, or earlier," Mr. Pierce said pleasantly. "I suppose you could have something at seven."
"And suppose I refuse?" he retorted disagreeably.
But everybody turned on him, and said if they could do it, he could, and he sat down again. Then somebody suggested that if they were to get up they"d have to go to bed, and the party broke up.
Doctor Barnes helped me gather up the clam sh.e.l.ls and the plates.
"It"s a risky business," he said. "To-night doesn"t mean anything; they"re carried away by the reaction and the desire for something new.
The next week will tell the tale."
"If we could only get rid of Mr. Thoburn!" I exclaimed. Doctor Barnes chuckled.
"We may not get rid of him," he said, "but I can promise him the most interesting week of his life. He"ll be too busy for mischief. I"m going to take six inches off his waist line."
Well, in a half-hour or so I had cleared away, and I went out to the lobby to lock up the news stand. Just as I opened the door from the back hall, however, I heard two people talking.
It was Miss Pat and Mr. Pierce. She was on the stairs and he in the hall below, looking up.
"I don"t WANT to stay!" she was saying.
"But don"t you see?" he argued. "If you go, the others will. Can"t you try it for a week?"
"I quite understand your motive," she said, looking down at him more pleasantly than she"d ever done, "and it"s very good of you and all that. But if you"d only left things as they were, and let us all go, and other people come--"
"That"s just it," he said. "I"m told it"s the bad season and n.o.body else would come until Lent. And, anyhow, it"s not business to let a lot of people go away mad. It gives the place a black eye."
"Dear me," she said, "how businesslike you are growing!"
He went over close to the stairs and dropped his voice.
"If you want the bitter truth," he went on, trying to smile, "I"ve put myself on trial and been convicted of being a fool and a failure. I"ve failed regularly and with precision at everything I have tried. I"ve been going around so long trying to find a place that I fit into, that I"m scarred as with many battles. And now I"m on probation--for the last time. If this doesn"t go, I--I--"
"What?" she asked, leaning down to him. "You"ll not--"
"Oh, no," he said, "nothing dramatic, of course. I could go around the country in a buggy selling lightning-rods--"
She drew herself back as if she resented his refusal of her sympathy.
"Or open a saloon in the Philippines!" he finished mockingly. "There"s a living in that."
"You are impossible," she said, and turned away.
Oh, I haven"t any excuse to make for him! I think he was just hungry for her sympathy and her respect, knowing nothing else was coming to him.
But the minute they grew a bit friendly he seemed to remember the prince, and that, according to his idea of it, she was selling herself, and he would draw off and look at her in a mocking unhappy way that made me want to slap him.
He watched her up the stairs and then turned and walked to the fire, with his hands in his pockets and his head down.
I closed the news stand and he came over just as I was hanging up the cigar-case key for Amanda King in the morning. He reached up and took the key off its nail.
"I"ll keep that," he said. "It"s no tobacco after this, Minnie."
"You can"t keep them here, then," I retorted. "They"ve got to smoke; it"s the only work they do."
"We"ll see," he said quietly. "And--oh, yes, Minnie, now that we shall not be using the mineral spring--"
"Not use the mineral spring!" I repeated, stupefied.
"Certainly NOT!" he said. "This is a drugless sanatorium, Minnie, from now on. That"s part of the theory--no drugs."
"Well, I"ll tell you one thing," I snapped, "theory or no theory, you"ve got to have drugs. No theory that I ever heard of is going to cure Mr.
Moody"s indigestion and Miss Cobb"s neuralgia."
"They won"t have indigestion and neuralgia."
"Or Amanda King"s toothache."
"We won"t have Amanda King."
He put his elbow on the stand and smiled at me.
"Listen, Minnie," he said. "If you hadn"t been wasting your abilities in the mineral spring, I"d be sorry to close it. But there will be plenty for you to do. Don"t you know that the day of the medicine-closet in the bath-room and the department-store patent-remedy counter is over? We"ve got sanatoriums now instead of family doctors. In other words, we put in good sanitation systems and don"t need the plumber and his repair kit."
"The pharmacy?" I said between my teeth.
"Closed also. No medicine, Minnie. That"s our slogan. This is the day of prophylaxis. The doctors have taken a step in the right direction and are giving fewer drugs. Christian Science has abolished drugs and established the healer. We simply abolish the healer."
"If we"re not going to use the spring-house, we might have saved the expense of the new roof in the fall," I said bitterly.
"Not at all. For two hours or so a day the spring-house will be a rest-house--windows wide open and G.o.d"s good air penetrating to fastnesses it never knew before."
"The spring will freeze!"
"Exactly. My only regret is that it is too small to skate on. But they"ll have the ice pond."
"When I see Mr. Moody skating on the ice pond," I said sarcastically, "I"ll see Mrs. Moody dead with the shock on the bank."
"Not at all," he replied calmly. "You"ll see her skating, too." And with that he went to bed.
CHAPTER XXIV
LIKE DUCKS TO WATER
They took to it like ducks take to water. Not, of course, that they didn"t kick about making their own beds and having military discipline generally. They complained a lot, but when after three days went by with the railroad running as much on schedule as it ever does, they were all still there, and Mr. Jennings had limped out and spent a half-hour at the wood-pile with his gouty foot on a cushion, I saw it was a success.