It was the prettiest bit of country that we had yet found in our search for our ideal farm, and the answer of the postmistress caused us keen disappointment. Paul's little hand, which had clutched mine with a tense expectant grip, suddenly relaxed. "Are we not going to live in the country?" he asked, in a trembling voice.
"Oh, I forgot the Waydean homestead," the postmistress called out, as we turned away; "but anyway I don't suppose"—she[Pg 23] looked at us in turn with a speculative3 air, smiling slightly—"you could strike a bargain with old Peter."
"Why not?" demanded Marion eagerly. "Is it a nice place—is it near the railroad?"
"It's right next the turn of this road, about half a mile south. No one has lived there for twenty years, but he keeps the house in repair, and I guess it's cleaner than most houses that's lived in; but old Peter——" she stopped speaking, went to the door and looked apprehensively4 up and down the road. "Now I'll just tell you the plain truth," she continued confidentially5. "I know it looks uncharitable to talk to strangers about your neighbors, but everyone round here knows what old Peter is, and if you're going to have any dealings with him you'll need to keep your eyes wide open. He's a crank and a screw, and some wouldn't know they was getting skinned till he'd got the job done. And such a man for law! It don't seem to matter much whether he wins or loses, he can't seem to get along without a suit going on. Now if he happened within earshot at this present minute[Pg 24] he'd have the law of me and he'd summons you for witnesses."
"Thank you for the warning," I interjected, as she paused for breath. "What is the house like?"
"It's one of them old-fashioned kind, with tiny panes7 in the windows set cornery, and——"
"Not diamond panes, surely?" cried Marion, with a gasp8 of excitement.
The postmistress gazed at her with an expression of incredulous pity. "Oh, no," she replied; "just common glass, and I think you'd find it trying to have to look out of a different pane6 with both eyes. Then them big fireplaces would make it hard to heat, but you could board them up and put a base-burner in the hall and run the stovepipe——"
"Oh, no!" ejaculated Marion, in horror. "That would be dreadful! Are they real big fireplaces, with andirons?"
"They're big enough in all conscience, but I don't mind seeing any hand-irons. There's some rubbishy old brass9 firedogs and fixings."
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Marion's eyes sparkled with joyful10 assurance and she stood up with an eager movement; I motioned her to wait.
"Do you happen to know," I asked the postmistress, "what is the rent of the place?"
"Well, he asks different rents from different people," she answered slowly, her features showing grim amusement, "and no one has ever managed to strike a bargain with him yet. Last spring a man came along from the city thinking as the place was standing11 idle anyway he ought to be able to rent it cheap for the summer, so he hunted Peter up to show him round. He was one of them big blustering12 sort of men that acts as if country people wasn't no better than door mats, but Peter followed him about as meek13 as Moses, carrying his overcoat and umbrella for him. They come in here about train time, then the man pulls out a dime14 and says, 'Here, my man,' says he, 'is something for your trouble. It's a ramshackle old house and ain't worth two hundred a year, but I'll give you fifty for six months.' Peter was looking at the dime in[Pg 26] a puzzled sort of way, then he smiled a curious sort of smile and bit the edge before he put it in his pocket. 'You're most too kind, sir,' he says, 'for it has been a great entertainment to me to show you about, and I don't often have the company of a real gentleman. I'm sorry the place is beyond your means, but the fact is that I couldn't afford to let you have it less than two hundred a month. I'm sorry,' says he, 'that you had so much trouble for nothing, but I'll just slip this half-dollar into your pocket and you'll have it to spend when you get back to the city.' With that he lays down the overcoat and umbrella and walks out. And for all the fine clothes and jewelry15 of that man, he used such profane16 language that I had to ask him to stop or else step outside. That's just like old Peter—he's so touchy17 there's no getting on with him, though he can be as sweet as pie if he happens to take a fancy to a person. There was once a man——"
At this point Marion adroitly18 interposed with another question, and in two minutes we were on the road to Waydean. Paul and I straggled along behind, scarcely able to[Pg 27] keep up with Marion's eager pace, as she breathlessly commented upon the delights of living in such a house as the postmistress had described. I became so enthusiastic, in sympathy with her, that by the time we caught a glimpse of the chimneys through a belt of trees I was almost persuaded that open fireplaces and diamond panes were the only essentials of an ideal house. We had been directed to look for the owner at the diminutive19 cottage he lived in a half mile farther along the road, but with a common impulse we turned in at once to the inviting20 roadway that led up to the old homestead. On our right a mossy board fence enclosed an old orchard21, the gnarled and rugged22 trunks of the trees set in a carpet of newly sprouted23 grass, the shadows of the still leafless branches outlined on the knolls24 and hollows just, as Paul expressed it, like a real colored picture out of a real picture-book.
We hurried along the driveway canopied26 by the spreading branches of the pines that grew on each side, and rounding a curve we came within sight of a rambling27 frame house[Pg 28] set on a knoll25 with a neatly28 terraced lawn sloping toward us.
From the moment Paul darted29 forward with a shout of delight and seated himself on the steps of a diminutive colonial porch we felt the joy of possession. We stood off and surveyed the roof. The shingles30 were delicately tinted31 in moss-green and a few bricks were missing from the upper courses of the chimneys, but the glass in the windows was unbroken and the house looked exceedingly habitable and home-like.
The front door was locked, so we peered in at the lower windows and then went round to the rear, finding the kitchen door wide open. Marion entered first and I saw her run across the room and drop on her knees in front of a cavernous brick fireplace with a little cry of delight. By the time I reached her she was emerging from its sooty recesses32 with a smudged but radiant countenance33, smiling exultantly34 as she swung a rusty35 iron hook outward.
"What's that thing?" I asked.
"That thing!" she echoed, in pitying incredulity. "Do you mean to say, Henry,[Pg 29] that you don't know a crane when you see one?"
Before I could plead ignorance she discovered that the ceiling was timbered, the walls wainscoted, and that a settle stood in the dim corner near the fireplace. "It isn't worth while looking at the rest of the house," she said, sitting down on the settle with a smile of perfect content; "you may go and find that old man. Whatever happens, we're going to rent this place, but don't tell him so—bring him to me. In the meantime, remember he's got to take a fancy to you, so be just as charming as you know how to be. Oh, you needn't laugh! I know charming doesn't seem the right word to apply to a man, but that's what you are when you do your best. You can be more agreeable than any man I ever knew, and you can be more—but there, do go, go—you'd stand around all day if you thought I'd go on talking about you."
There were several points connected with her remarks that I would have liked to have more fully36 explained, but she was so insistent37 that I prepared to go, and it was not[Pg 30] my fault that I didn't start, for we suddenly became aware that Paul was missing. In frantic38 haste we searched the premises39 and at last found him sitting on a low mound40 of freshly turned-up sandy soil at the back of the barn, a batch41 of sand-cakes neatly laid out on a board beside him. Now Paul had never before sat on the ground, he had never learned how to make any kind of mud-pies, as far as we knew he had never heard of the art, yet some subtle instinct had drawn42 him to the only spot within reach where there was a heap of suitable soil. The sight was appalling43, for it seemed as if our brief forgetfulness must result in his having an attack of pneumonia44 or some other dreadful ailment45. Not a word did we say before Paul, of course, for we are careful not to alarm the dear boy, both for his sake and our own, but we conversed46 by expressive47 glances as we walked back toward the house, assuring each other that we must hope for the best and be prepared for the worst, and that by some miracle he might escape.
We had stopped to look down the entrance to a large underground root-house,[Pg 31] the door of which was open, when from the inside came a succession of feeble groans48. There was a heap of bags in the doorway49, and in an instant I realized what had happened: that some man had been overcome by the poisonous gases that gather in pits where vegetables are stored.
I am not one who rashly plunges50 into danger without weighing the consequences, so I didn't bravely lose my life by rushing into the pit in the vain attempt to carry another man out, for I saw there were several good reasons against such a course. First, I knew that I couldn't carry a man anywhere even under the most favorable conditions; second, I couldn't bear to think of the shock to Marion if she should become a widow; third, it was perfectly51 clear to me that if I remained in the root-house Marion would attempt to save me, then Paul would remain outside and become an orphan52, a howling orphan. Further, I was not justified53 in risking an undoubtedly54 valuable life for one that was probably of no account.
A long pole with a hook on the end would have been useful, or a piece of rope, but[Pg 32] neither was to be found, and the groans of the man in the root-house were becoming still more alarming, so, noticing the heavy chain which held the well-bucket, I hurriedly tried to detach it, but to my despair I found it was securely spiked55 to the well-sweep. It was then that Marion made one of the most brilliant suggestions that I have known her to make: that by swinging the sweep to one side the chain would hang directly over the pit. I don't know that she saw the full utility of this move, but I did. Holding my breath, I stood in the doorway until I could dimly see the prostrate56 figure on the floor, then I darted inside, looped the chain about him and dragged him to the entrance. He was a heavily built, sharp-featured man, past middle age, and although he lay on the ground and gasped57 for breath there was a slight contortion58 of his features that suggested repressed mirth. Marion wanted me to go for help, but I told her that he was recovering and only needed to be moved from the entrance where he lay to the level ground where the air was fresher. She said I would never be able to get him up the[Pg 33] incline, so I hastened to complete my task, my only fear being that help would arrive too soon. I tenderly arranged a pad of potato bags across his chest and back, then shortening the chain I passed it under his arms and again looped it around his body. All being ready, I climbed up on the weighted end of the well-sweep, but finding there was not enough weight I persuaded Marion to take my place, then I sprang up beside her. The effect was amazing to us, unaccustomed as we were to this primitive59 contrivance, for our end descended60 to the ground with a bump, and, like a hooked fish, high in the air dangled61 the man whom I had gone to so much trouble to save. He emerged from unconsciousness more rapidly than a butterfly from its chrysalis, and his remarks as he gyrated at the end of the chain were most abusive. The epithets62 were evidently intended for me, and my anger was aroused to such an extent that I felt inclined to let him stay where he was. "Keep cool," I shouted, "and I'll see about getting you down. Remember," I admonished63 him, "that—that there are ladies in the room. If[Pg 34] you behave yourself and tell me where to find a ladder, I'll try to help you."
His face grew crimson64 and he struggled for speech. "A ladder!" he burst forth65, at last. "Get off this darn' see-saw."
I got off, so did Marion; but I don't think we understood the proper way to get off, for there was a surprising thud, and I saw that my patient was sprawling66 on the ground under the beam. I hastened to his relief, reminding him as I unwound the chain that he should have taken my advice and waited for the ladder. He stood up unsteadily, wiping the dirt off his face with his sleeve, then he took off his coat, folded it with ceremony, laid it on the ground and squared up to me.
"Now," he said, with vicious determination, "I'm going to settle with you."
He was such a disreputable and absurd figure that I couldn't help smiling at his demonstrations67. "Come, sir," I said persuasively68; "you shouldn't give way to your temper. I know that from your stand-point, it seems annoying to enter a root-house and then discover that you are suspended at the[Pg 35] end of a well-sweep, but I am not to blame. It would have been far less trouble to me to leave you to be smothered69 among your potatoes than to drag you out."
I spoke70 with effect; his expression changed, though he studied my face with suspicion. "What's your name?" he demanded.
"Henry Carton," I responded, with a certain hesitation71, born of a diffidence that always seizes me when I try to make this announcement appear unimportant. "And yours?" I asked, genially72.
"Waydean," he replied, gruffly.
"Peter Waydean!" I exclaimed, with sudden enthusiasm, as I grasped his hand. "The very man we were looking for! Allow me to introduce you to Mrs. Carton: Marion, Mr. Waydean."
He bowed awkwardly, putting on his coat. "Well sir," he ejaculated, with an explosive laugh, "you do beat the Dutch!"
If our host had been a little remiss73 on the score of politeness at first, he made up for it by profuse74 expressions of gratitude75 and by showing us every attention during the time[Pg 36] we spent with him in looking over the place. I saw that he had taken a fancy to us, and that he liked the idea of having such desirable tenants76, for his clear blue eyes, unusually limpid77 for an elderly man, beamed with kindly78 intention as he talked; at the same time, his truthfulness79 compelled him to say that he couldn't quite forgive me for having hoisted80 him so high with the well-sweep. "I tell you, Mr. Carton," he said, with a chuckle81, "I'm mighty82 thankful to you for hauling me out of that pit, but all the same, I give you fair warning that I'm bound to get back on you for the way you done it."
After we had viewed the barn and stables we all went into the house to talk over the business. He was a man of strong family affection, so he would never part with the homestead, but we were just the sort of people to take care of what was dear to him, and he would be willing to rent the place to us. He could not live in such a large house himself, on account of his wife being an invalid83, but he had often refused to rent it to other people, usually because—well, he[Pg 37] didn't mind telling us, in confidence, it wasn't every family he would care to have as neighbors—and then, there was such a difference in children! Now that dear little lad of ours, he could swear, had never in his life thrown a stone at a window-pane or pencil-marked wall-paper—a little peaked, wasn't he?—but just wait till he had been six months at Waydean, and had bunnies and guinea-pigs, and chickens, turkeys, lambs and calves84, and a pony85 of his own—just wait!
It was indeed a delicate matter for me to mention pecuniary86 compensation. Perhaps if I had been alone I would have ignored that point altogether, but Marion's significant glances I could not ignore, so, though it sounded positively87 brutal88 in the face of his disinterested89 appreciation90 of our worth, I asked him the rent.
He made a gesture implying utter indifference91. The fact was that, though most of the people in the neighborhood were grasping and mean-minded, he was a man who was built straight-up-and-down-and-square-all-round, and what he considered above[Pg 38] everything was that he would have congenial neighbors. The farm was worth—well, he wouldn't say what it was worth, but I might have it at three hundred dollars a year. There were fifty acres of land that would grow enough produce to pay the rent of the whole place and something over, and as I would need a good many implements92 he would sell me his for a fraction of their cost, and if I wanted a good team of horses and a few cows all I had to do was to make my choice among his.
I had been fascinated by the frankly93 ingenuous94 assurance of his manner; in fact, I was mentally exulting95 in my good fortune in finding such a generous landlord, when the sound of Marion's voice aroused me.
"Fifty acres, Mr. Waydean!" she exclaimed. "That would never do. My husband is quite opposed to the idea of trying to make money by farming, and——"
"Oh, quite," I interjected, shaking my head with emphasis.
"We want to live in the country," she continued, "but we can't afford to actually farm."
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"Between ourselves, Mr. Waydean," I hastened to say, "I've seen so much of city people fooling away money in farming that I've made up my mind not to work any more land than I can attend to with a spade, a rake and a hoe."
He stared at us in turn, incredulity giving place to gloom as he realized that I was serious; then he turned to Marion in a burst of candor96. "I tell you what, ma'am," he said, with warm approval, "I ain't met many men with so much downright common-sense as your husband. I'll own that I'm a bit sorry that he don't want to work the farm, for I'm getting old and I'd like a rest, but the truth is that running a farm costs a lot of money, and farmers come out at the wrong end of the horn most years. However, you've took a fancy to the place and I've took a shine to you, so I'll tell you what I'll do: I'll work the farming land myself, and you can take the house and grounds for four hundred a year."
Peter stood in the attitude of an auctioneer who is forced to throw away a desirable no-reserve lot on the first bid; surely,[Pg 40] then, my ears had deceived me into thinking that this was a larger sum than he had asked for the whole farm.
Marion was the first to speak. "I don't quite see," she began dubiously, "isn't that more?"
"Certainly, ma'am," he responded; "but how far'd a hundred dollars go in wages for hired help? If I wasn't throwing in my work free I couldn't afford to take them fifty acres off your hands at that figure. Of course, I'd sooner you took the hull97 place at three hundred, then as much more would hire you a man, and if Mr. Carton looked after him pretty sharp there might be enough crop to feed your horses and cow, and he wouldn't have to spend more than a thousand dollars in stock and implements to start with."
I was slightly irritated that he addressed these remarks solely98 to Marion; one might have supposed that he thought she was the head of the family and that I was not even a party of the first part.
"I'll think the matter over," I began, with dignified99 hauteur100, "and let you——"
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Peter turned to me hastily. "That's as reasonable as I can do," he explained, with plaintive101 determination; "and I've got to know right away if you want the place."
"Well," I began, with an eager eye on Marion for the cue, "I—I——"
"There's another man after it," urged Peter, "and he's coming to-morrow for my answer."
Marion gasped. "We'd better pay the—the four"——
"The four hundred," I decided102, for her, "and let you run the farm."
"Done," snapped Peter.
It was evening when we parted from Peter Waydean on the station platform. He shook me warmly by the hand as the train appeared.
"You're a gentleman, Mr. Carton, from the word go," he shouted hoarsely103 in my ear. "The bargain's made, and though there's no writing betwixt us, there's no need of any, for we're men of honor. I'll tell the other man"——
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"Yes, certainly," I assented104, detaching myself as the train slowed up.
"Not a word to the neighbors about the well-sweep, or about what you're paying for the place," he continued, holding the lapel of my coat. "They're a prying105, gossiping lot, and I wouldn't like it known that you hoisted me on that darn see-saw. It's the first time Peter Waydean was ever treed, but considering that you're the man that done it, we'll cry quits."
As I caught a flashing steely glint in the depths of his ingenuous blue eyes the conviction was borne in upon me that, like the simulated stillness of a deadly revolving106 tool, his simplicity107 and truth were more apparent than real. And this was the impression that made me so silent and thoughtful on our journey back to the city.
For the close of such an eventful day we had little to say to each other. With every mile that we travelled an unpleasant suspicion grew stronger as I thought over the bargain with that guileful108 man; gradually the suspicion changed to a certainty, and then it was that I became aware that[Pg 43] Marion, who had also been strangely silent, was studying me with a tantalizing109 air of knowing my thoughts.
"What is it?" I asked, with sudden annoyance110.
"I was just thinking," she began, then she stopped to laugh gleefully—"do you remember what the postmistress said about him skin"——
"Don't repeat it," I snapped, squirming. "Of course I remember, but I don't see the application."
"Well, you shouldn't expect to if there isn't any," she said, with renewed mirth. "It was odd, too, that he warned you he'd pay you back for hoisting111 him."
"Will you be kind enough to explain the connection?" I demanded fiercely.
It really is unsafe to use that tone with Marion. There was a little flash in her eyes; my glare faltered112, then her brief resentment113 melted into sympathy.
"Connection?" she answered. "Why, what connection could there be?"
My hand sought hers, in gratitude. There was a pause, then we both laughed, and[Pg 44] somehow the bitterness of knowing I had been gulled114 passed away; I even felt a sympathetic appreciation of his artistic115 touch in assuring me that we were both men of honor.
Suddenly Marion grasped my arm. "Henry," she exclaimed, "he's the man you want!"
"The man I want?"
"Why, yes; didn't you say you wanted a central figure for that set of rural sketches116 you've planned?"
"By Jove," I cried, with kindling117 enthusiasm, "he's a character all ready made! If I do him justice, he'll be a—a regular gold mine."
I was rather puzzled by a meaning, but to me, inscrutable smile that lingered on Marion's face after this comment, but she so often sees more in a remark of mine than I do that I prefer not to spoil the effect by asking for an explanation.
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