"I"m glad you like "em," he said, "but as I bought them at Hubbard"s, in Finleyville, and as the old liar guaranteed they wouldn"t shrink, we"d better not cry on "em."
Well, I put them on and I was warmer and happier than I had been for some time. But that night when I went out to the shelter-house with the supper basket I found both the honeymooners in a wild state of excitement. They said that about five o"clock Thoburn had gone out to the shelter-house and walked all around it. Finally he had stopped at one of the windows of the other room, had worked at it with his penknife and got it open, and crawled through. They sat paralyzed with fright, and heard him moving around the other room, and he even tried their door. But it had been locked. They hadn"t the slightest idea what he was doing, but after perhaps ten minutes he went away, going out the door this time and taking the key with him.
Mr. d.i.c.k had gone in when he was safely gone, but he could see nothing unusual, except that the door of the cupboard in the corner was standing open and there was a brand-new, folding, foot rule in it.
That day the bar was closed for good, and there was a good bit of fussing. To add to the trouble, that evening at dinner the pastries were cut off, and at eight o"clock a delegation headed by Senator Biggs visited Mr. Pierce in the office and demanded pastry put back on the menu and the stewed fruit taken off. But Mr. Pierce was firm and they came out pretty well subdued. It was that night, I think, that candles were put in the bedrooms, and all the electric lights were turned off at nine-thirty.
At ten o"clock I took my candle and went to Mr. Pierce"s sitting-room door. I didn"t think they"d stand much more and I wanted to tell him so.
n.o.body answered and I opened the door. He was asleep, face down on the hearth-rug in front of the fire. His candle was lighted on the floor beside him and near it lay a newspaper cutting crumpled in a ball.
I picked it up. It was a list of the bridal party for Miss Patty"s wedding.
I dropped it where I found it and went out and knocked again loudly. He wakened after a minute and came to the door with the candle in his hand.
"Oh, it"s you, Minnie. Come in!"
I went in and put my candle on the table.
"I"ve got to talk to you," I said. "I don"t mind admitting things have been going pretty well, but--they won"t stand for the candles. You mark my words."
"If they"ll stand for the bar being closed, why not the candles?" he demanded.
"Well," I said, "they can"t have electric light sent up in boxes and labeled "books," but they can get liquor that way."
He whistled, and then he laughed.
"Then we"ll not have any books," he said. "I guess they can manage. "My only books were woman"s looks--"" and then he saw the ball of paper on the floor and his expression changed. He walked over and picked it up, smoothing it out on the palm of his hand.
After a minute he looked up at me.
"I haven"t been to the shelter-house to-day. They are all right?"
"They"re nervous. With everybody walking these days they daren"t venture a nose out of doors."
He was still holding the clipping.
"And--Miss Jennings!" he said. "She--I think she looks better."
"Her father"s in a better humor for one thing--says Abraham Lincoln split logs, and that it beats ma.s.sage."
I had been standing in the doorway, but he took me by the arm and drew me into the room.
"I wish you"d sit down for about ten minutes, Minnie," he said. "I guess every fellow has a time when he"s got to tell his troubles to some good woman--not but that you know mine already. You"re as shrewd as you are kind."
I sat down on the edge of a chair. For all I had had so much to do with the sanatorium, I never forgot that I was only the spring-house girl. He threw himself back in his easy chair, with the candle behind him on the table and his arms above his head.
"It"s like this, Minnie," he said. "Mr. Jennings likes the new order of things and--he"s going to stay."
I nodded.
"And I like it here. I want to stay. It"s the one thing I"ve found that I think I can do. It isn"t what I"ve dreamed of, but it"s worth while.
To anchor the derelicts of humanity in a sort of repair dock here, and sc.r.a.pe the barnacles off their dispositions, and send them out shipshape again, surely that"s something. And I can do it."
I nodded again.
"But if the Jenningses stay--" he looked at me. "Minnie, in heaven"s name, what am I going to do if SHE stays?"
"I don"t know, Mr. Pierce," I said. "I couldn"t sleep last night for thinking about it."
He smoothed out the paper and looked at it again, but I think he scarcely saw it.
"The situation is humorous," he said, "only my sense of humor seems to have died. She doesn"t know I exist, except to invent new and troublesome regulations for her annoyance. She is very sweet when she meets me, but only because I am helping her to have her own way. And I--my G.o.d, Minnie, I sit in the office and listen for her step outside!"
He moved a little and held out the paper in the candle-light.
""It will please Americans to know,"" he read, ""that with the exception of the Venetian lace robe sent by the bridegroom"s mother, all of Miss Patricia Jennings" elaborate trousseau is being made in America.
""Prince Oskar and his suite, according to present arrangements, will sail from Naples early in March, and the wedding date, although not yet definitely fixed, will probably be the first week in April. The wedding party will include--""
He stopped there, and looked at me, trying to smile.
"I knew it all before," he said, "but there"s something inevitable about print. I guess I hadn"t realized it."
He had the same look of wretchedness he"d had the first night I saw him--a hungry look--and I couldn"t help it; I went over to him and patted him on the head like a little boy. I was only the spring-house girl, but I was older than he was, and he needed somebody to comfort him.
"I can"t think of anything to say that will help any," I said, "unless it"s what you wrote yourself on the blackboard down in the hall, "Keep busy and you"ll keep happy.""
He reached up for my hand, and rough and red as it was--having been in the spring for so many years--he kissed it.
"Good for you, Minnie!" he said. "You"re rational, and for a day or so I haven"t been. That"s right, KEEP BUSY. I"ll do it." He got up and put his hands on my shoulders. "Good old pal, when you see me going around as if all the devils of h.e.l.l were tormenting me, just come up and say that to me, will you?"
I promised, and he opened the door, candle in hand, and smiling.
"I"m a thousand per cent. better already," he said. "I just needed to tell somebody, I think. I dare say I"ve made a lot more fuss than it really deserves."
At the far end of the hall, a girl came out of one room, and carrying a candle, went across to another. It was Miss Patty, going to bid her father good night. When I left, he was still staring down the hall after her, his candle dripping wax on the floor, and his face white. I guess he hadn"t overstated his case.
CHAPTER XXV
THE FIRST FRUITS
By Friday of that week you would hardly have known any of them. The fat ones were thinner and the thin ones fatter, and Miss Julia Summers could put her whole hand inside her belt.
And they were pleasant. They"d sit down to a supper of ham and eggs and apple sauce, and yell for more apple sauce, and every evening in the billiard room they got up two weighing pools, one for the ones who wanted to reduce, and one for the people who wanted to gain. Everybody put in a dollar, and at gymnasium hour the next morning the ones who"d gained or lost the most won the pool. Mr. Thoburn won the losing pool on Thursday and Friday--he didn"t want to lose weight, but he was compelled to under the circ.u.mstances. And I think worry helped him to it.
They fussed some still about sleeping with the windows open, especially the bald-headed men. However, the bishop, who had been bald for thirty years, was getting a fine down all over the top of his head, and this encouraged the rest. The bishop says it is nature"s instinct to protect itself from cold--all animals have fur, and heavier fur in winter--and he believed that it was the ultimate cure for baldness. Men lose their hair on top, he said, because they wear hats, and so don"t need it.