Margaret saw him from the window of her room upstairs, and, thinking that he had called to see her uncle or her brother, she hurried down-stairs.
“Did you want to see my uncle?” she asked, sweetly.
“No, I didn’t, Miss Margaret.” Walton had taken off his broad-brimmed felt hat, and stood shifting it awkwardly from one hand to the other, a look at once grave and agitated2 on his gaunt face.
“Well, my brother is at his office,” the girl threw tentatively into the pause that had ensued; “at least, he said he was going there when he left here about two o’clock.”
“I didn’t want to see him, either,” and the old man tried to smile, but the effort was a grim failure. “The truth is, Miss Margaret, if I may make so bold, I wanted to see you. There is a little matter I sort o’ thought you and me might talk over maybe to mutual3 gain and profit.”
“You want to see me, really?” Margaret started. “Well, won’t you come in?”
Walton glanced into the wide hall doubtfully and fanned himself with his hat. “I don’t know; it must be kind o’ stuffy4 inside on a sweltering day like this, ain’t it?” he said, awkwardly. “Ain’t there a place out under the trees somewhere where we could set a minute? I was here one day with the General, and round that way—” Walton nodded his shaggy head to the right and broke off helplessly.
“Oh yes, and there are some chairs there, too,” Margaret answered. She was now quite grave, and she led the way with a certain erectness5 of carriage and with an air of restraint that was visible even to the crude sensibilities of her caller.
The chairs under the trees were reached. Walton seized the most comfortable-looking one, and for no obvious reason settled it firmly on the sod. “Now,” he said, and with bended body he waited for her to take it. When she had complied, he took a seat himself, dropping his hat on the grass beside him, only to recover it without delay, that it might rest on his sharp, unsteady knee. He looked up at the unclouded sky, at the overhanging boughs6 of the big oaks under which they sat. He cleared his throat, looked at Margaret, and then glanced over his shoulder at the roof and gables of the old house.
“You said, I think, that you came to see me,” Margaret reminded him, with as much voice as she could command, for all sorts of bewildering possibilities were flitting through her brain.
“Yes, I did, Miss Margaret,” he said, with a slight start. “If you was a man, now, I think we could get this thing over with in a short time; but I never had much dealings with women—that is, except in a purely7 business way. I can tell a woman she is over-checking, or offering me bad security, or needs better identification than a pair of bright eyes and rosy8 cheeks will furnish; but this thing that’s riz between me and you is plumb9 different. In the bank they come to me, but in this case, you see, I’m the supplicant10. Miss Margaret, I’ve come to see you about my boy—about Fred.”
“Oh, you want to find him, and you think that perhaps I—” She went no further. Her first impulsive11 thought was that Walton had in some way heard of her meeting with Fred in New York and had come to obtain information as to his address.
“Oh no; I know where he is well enough.” The way seemed easier to the old man now, and he went on rapidly. “He is at Gate City, Oklahoma, Miss Margaret. He has been there all this time, and is doing mighty12 well; in fact, he has gone and got rich. You know the West is a powerful field for fresh, young blood to forge ahead in, and Fred struck it just right. He is a partner in a whopping big wholesale13 business there. He has been writing to me—that is, off and on. There was a little cash difference between his account and mine, and he finally made it good out of his earnings14. I—I never was much of a hand to talk my business, you know, so I’ve never let on here at Stafford exactly how he was making out, but a time has come when I want to set him as nigh straight as possible before the community he was born and raised in; in fact, I want him to come home.”
“Yes, of course.” Margaret’s cold, pale lips formally dropped the words as her visitor paused and wiped his perspiring15 brow and fanned himself with his hat..
“Yes, I’ve just been out there to sort o’ settle up a little deal betwixt me and the man—twixt me and Fred’s business partner, and I must say the whole outlook was good. You know I reckon that everybody in this town sort o’ thought before Fred went off that he never would amount to much in a business way, but he is all right now. So, having nothing much to do at the bank this hot day, why, I thought I’d drive up here and see you about it.”
“See me about it? I really don’t understand,” the young lady faltered16.
“Well, to come right to the point, Miss Margaret”—Walton avoided her wavering glance for a moment as he kicked the toe of his boot into an unoffending tuft of grass and fairly uprooted17 it—“out there in Gate City one night me and Fred had a sort o’ confidential18 talk about old times, and one thing or other, and finally he broke down and told me how much attached he had always been to you—never had cared for no other woman, nor never would as long as the sun shone on the earth, and other things to that effect.”
“Oh, Mr. Walton, please don’t!” Margaret cried out; but there was a glow of irrepressible delight rising in her face, and her beautiful eyes were sparkling. “I don’t think I want to talk about it.”
“I have to,” the banker insisted, firmly. “I want him back here, Miss Margaret; and, as it stands now, I’m afraid he never will come unless you yield a point or two. He said his one and only spur to making a man of himself had been the hope that—seeing that you hadn’t yet chosen a partner—that you might some day or other consider his proposal. He says, though, that he met you in New York, awhile back, and that you deliberately19 turned him down. He said he couldn’t blame you, after all that had happened, but he couldn’t help thinking that maybe it would be as well for him never to come nigh you again. That was the way, I say, that he looked at it, blue and down-in-the-mouth, as the poor fellow was during our confab; but I threw out a straw to him, so I did, Miss Margaret. I cited numbers and numbers of cases where young men had eventually lived down early mistakes, and finally been reinstated, to become, in the end, an honor to the land of their birth. He didn’t think, after the way you acted in New York, that there was any chance for him at all, but, being anxious to make headway, I told him I was sure you was too much of a Christian20 at heart to refuse a request like his, offered in the spirit it is offered in. He’s sorry for many things that’s he done, and wants to wipe ‘em out.”
Old Walton’s eyes shifted almost significantly from her face to the low roof of Mrs. Barry’s cottage, and instinctively21 Margaret’s glance followed; then, becoming conscious of the fact, she quickly looked down, and a tinge22 of color climbed into her pale cheeks.
“I think we’d better not say any more about that, Mr. Walton,” she said, more firmly than she had spoken since his arrival. “I am sure your son understands how I feel.”
“That means a flat no, then,” the banker said, and with a heavy sigh he slowly stood up. “Well, I’ve plead his case as well as I know how, but I hain’t yet touched on mine. Miss Margaret, you could do me a big, lasting23 favor if you’d let this thing go through. I’m a plain man. Folks hain’t never said I was much of a hand to show affection, and they are right, I reckon; but the way matters stand now is getting me down, and if you don’t extend a helping24 hand I’m afraid I’ll feel bad the rest of my life. It ain’t just Fred that’s concerned—it’s me—me! As long as a father can make himself believe he is treating his son justly, he can hold his head up and meet the eye of the world; but, if the truth must be told, I reckon I didn’t give Fred a good enough show. I driv’ him off, with threats of the law, and away off in a strange land, under a new name, he forged ahead. He made friends by the stack, and the old man—his partner that I told you about—loves him like he was his own; in fact, he calls him his ‘adopted son.’ Think of that! The only child the Lord ever give me is now claimed by a blamed old cuss that understood him better than I ever did! He has willed him all he’s got, and he’s got plenty, too—a sight more than I’ll ever have if I keep on till the end of the chapter. I want to hold my own, Miss Margaret. I hain’t never been clean beat yet, and this, somehow, would be the worst fall I ever had. I just can’t stomach the idea! I want my boy to love me, and lean on me, and not on a fat, pudgy old idiot that never had a thing to do with his baby days. I want that worse than I ever wanted anything, and I don’t see how I’m going to get it if you don’t help a little. If your pride won’t let you do it for him, maybe it will for an old chap like me, that is begging for one more throw of the dice25. I simply want him back, and he won’t come unless you will let bygones be bygones.” He paused. Something very much like strong emotion was in his whole dejected attitude as he stood bowed before her. She started to speak, but stopped, clasping her delicate hands undecidedly in front of her. She stood silent for a moment, and then she said, softly:
“I see; it is hard on you. It is a pity you have to suffer on account of it.”
“Promise me this, Miss Margaret.” Old Walton leaned forward eagerly. “Promise that you will think it over for a day or so. It ain’t a thing, anyway, to be decided26 in a second, like buying a hat or a pair of gloves of such and such a color or material. If you have to go plumb against the boy, do it after mature deliberation. Won’t you study over it a day or two?”
“Yes, I can promise that,” Margaret consented. “I’ll stop in at the bank and see you soon.”
“Well, that’s all a body could ask,” Walton said, gratefully; and, bowing low, he trudged across the grass to his horse and buggy.
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supplicant
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